#max has been getting bolder these days

[littleplantfreak]

Chatterbox pt. 2 - SFW

Here's part 1 with everyone else

Togame Jo - If it's you, he lets you talk for hours. Anyone else, he prefers to keep it short and sweet. Choji'll start listening in and ends up putting you on speaker when they're at the Ori, but he gets embarrassed if Choji bring up the name he has for you in his phone. It's either some cutesy form of your name or a nickname like bunny or babe with emojis. "Togame why do you have hearts and sparkles on her name? Mine isn't like that! I'm adding some to mine too." And now he has his friend in his phone as ‘✨🦁Ch💛ji🕺✨’.

Choji Tomiyama - Loses his phone so much Togame has to search for it on Find My Friends at least once a day. But then once he finds it and realizes he missed your calls/texts he gets super pouty because he could've been bringing you with him on his daily adventures via call. Calls you back immediately even if it's past normal waking hours which has you like

Once you actually get him on the phone though, he'll talk your ear off until he gets the urge to see you. Then he's just walking to your house without telling you he's coming to get you, all while you chat on the phone. "Hey can you open the window? I'm on the second floor gutter and it's gonna fall soon." Bro.

Tsubaki Tasuku - Another chatter. Keeps it near two hours though cause his schedule is usually hectic. Sends you texts very frequently though. Insists on showing off how cute you both are on SNS and they're professional level photography (courtesy of Seiryu.) Actually a lot bolder with her affections on the phone, often making you flustered. You guys have matching charms on each other's phones too.

Kaji Ren - Although he likes the sound of your voice, like Hiragi, he wants to hear it in person rather than on the phone. Insists he's coming to pick you up right now because it's not like he's doing anything more important than spending time with you (doesnt matter what time you call him either. If you have a nightmare or something in the middle of the night, he's already at your back door.)  Has one (1) heart next to your contact name, but if anyone comments on it he flushes and gets aggro like immediately.

Endo Yamato - I shiver thinking about being able to talk to this guy on the phone. He somehow knows what you're doing when you call him despite you not even telling him yet. His ears just happen to be really good, and if he's honest about it, he kinda finds you predictable (not a bad thing, it's just how he is.) Matches your energy while texting, and he really likes when you send him pictures of your day. He doesn't seem like the type to be on the phone for more than 30 minutes to an hour.

Chika Takiishi - He lets you chat for hours, but doesn't really respond much unless prompted. Forgets you cant see that he's nodding at what your saying, which is really kinda silly to see from his end. If he's gotta do something that he can't use his phone during, he'll leave the phone with Endo while you keep talking.

Tachibana Kotoha - Loves to chat just like Ume. She'll usually put wireless headphones in so she can multi-task better during calls. Sends shopping links back and forth with you, pretty much window shopping but also getting inspo for new outfits. She's got the customer service voice down and accidentally answers your calls with it sometimes which is pretty funny. Uses more exclamation points than you'd think she does in text. Her limit is probably 2, 3 hours max (She's a busy girl.)

Suzuri Shuhei - Really likes talking on the phone and thinks things get kinda lost in translation during text. Types messages to you like he's writing a book sometimes, and other times it's like "K. Ok. Yeah." Sir just text that you're at work or gaming rn we CAN wait till later usually. Starts pretty much every call by asking what you did for the whole day, and then follows it up with his day as well. It's kinda domestic to him to end the day like that. Max is probably 2 hours but he can do more than one call a day sooo.

Sako Kota - When he's not sending you instagram worthy pictures of the cute desserts or drinks he's getting, he's calling you and asking what you want from the place he's at. Brings you anything you want, whether you're at work, school, or home if you don't or can't go with him. He doesn't wanna be on the phone for more than half an hour, but he also calls multiple times a day even if it's just a quick question about something you were talking about earlier. He doesn't know, but when you call he visibly perks up and everyone can tell it's you despite him keeping his regular tone of voice.

[adventuringblind]

Drive With You Forever

Chapter eight: somethings missing

Max Verstappen x Charles Leclerc x Lando Norris x Reader

Chapter summary: the group deals with Daniel and his antics, max and Charles fight for the championship, reader is actively fighting her car.

Warnings: hospitals, drugging, talks of infertility, no consent medical procedures, anxiety, talks of abuse, mentions of depression, sexual innuendo

Notes: this one was hard to write tbh. There was just a lot going on. Also I feel like I’m getting bolder. I blame it on the face I’ve been on A03 a lot the last week.

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Moving day could not come fast enough.

Turns out Daniel is more perverted than they expected. They found him spying on them multiple times.

Mostly just enough for stolen kisses. Once on them doing things when they thought he was gone for the night. Turns out he lied.

That being said, he is a caring friend and made safety the number one concern. None of them posted anything about where they were. Daniel never had anyone over. He checked his locks and windows multiple times before bed just to help them sleep.

It was a relief to finally have their own space again. More space compared to the original apartment. Dating a world champion definitely has its perks.

The security is much better here also. More cameras around the outside. Not being able to come up unless personally invited and cleared with the front desk of the building.

They felt themselves being able to relax. Something they drastically needed before the start of the season.

~

The 2022 season came around fast. Already two races in and redbull was ready to dominate.

Much to Charles misfortune.

They didn't have hard feelings about anything, though. They all celebrated each others highs and consoled in the lows. The rest of the grid wondered how they managed.

Unless, of course, it's Daniel who knows exactly how they manage given the Brit slipped about his phone password and never changed it.

The third race of the season had just concluded. It's her first, Charles second, and Max third. Not exactly sure how she managed to get up there, but she didn't care.

As celebrations ended, she found herself going back to her room to get ready for the press conference. Occasionally, being stopped by fans on her way.

Charles spots her and is jogging in her direction. "Off to get the champagne out of your hair, I assume?"

"Correct. I'm leaving it everywhere else, though, for later." She winks. Her confidence had been getting better lately. The boys doing their best to help her come out of her shell. It also helps when the hate and nasty comments get to much for her. They make sure to stick her back together.

Her and Charles take a corner, and every sound goes underwater. It didn't matter that it had been six years since she'd seen him, her father looked exactly the same as the day she left.

Air left her lungs. Her hands shakily fumble for anything to help hold her up. Grateful that Charles is there to help her stay on her feet.

He's wearing a plain T-shirt and jeans. His face has more wrinkles now. He looks more built than she last remembers, yet he remains the same.

"Chéri? What's wrong?" Charles is scanning over her body and trying to follow her gaze. His eyes land on the figure moving towards them.

Then she's running with Charles in tow. The Monegasque is trying to put pieces together, but nothing comes to mind. That wasn't the man who'd given them the box. Was it..? No way. He absolutely refuses to believe her father had managed his way here.

"I need to know what's going on so I can help." He cradles the girls face. Her eyes are distant and moving rapidly to assess her surroundings.

"It's him- need Seb." She pants. Her words mildly slurred from her body's current lack of control.

Charles’ plan to text them is foiled by the figure - her father - now coming around the corner. Heading straight for them at a rapid pace.

Charles knows he's not going to get anywhere fast enough, and he'll just follow anyway. Instead, he takes the girl and tucks her protectively behind him.

Charles feels himself recoil in disgust. The entirety of this man drips unpleasant things. He tries to put up a brave front as he feels the girl behind him shaking like a leaf.

"Do you need something?"

"I actually want a picture, with just y/n if you don't mind." The man's voice is coarse and unpleasant to listen to.

"We're actually on our way to a press conference, but possibly later." Charles smiles unwillingly. Hopefully, playing along with whatever this game is will get him to go away.

Charles is taken off guard when he's shoved abruptly aside. He curses himself for trying to look relaxed, letting himself be moved so easily.

He tries to pull her away by her shoulder. Force her to keep walking until someone can help them. But she's frozen in place. The proximity of her father and his disgusting hands on her biceps makes Charles broil with anger.

Charles makes a move to get in between them, but he's too late.

A hand has left her arm and into his pocket. A blunt needle comes back at her so fast that even as Charles pulls her, it still makes contact. The contents spilling into her.

It is cold and unpleasant, and she hates it. Her father is just laughing as Charles drags her to safety. "You should have come home! Now you'll have to come back.”

Charles tries to hold the needle where it lands until he can pull it out. The awkward angle it entered below her collar bone makes if difficult.

Her body is failing. She wants to blame it on shock, but this feels different. The energy she's gotten good at controlling now surges with a lack of purpose and a heap of vengeance.

Charles can feel her skin heating up as he drags her to the redbull motor home.

He's thankful when he spots Christian and yells out to him. The team principle is volting to his side when he sees the female driver unresponsive.

"What happened?"

"It's a lot to explain. We need to get her somewhere safe, and then I need to find Sébastien." It's a demand and he's thankful Christian can tell he is trying to figure things out.

They successfully get her into her small driver room. Then he's calling Seb and texting their group chat.

When he receives confirmation that they are on their way, he turns his attention to the comically large needle stuck in his lover.

"Somone came at us while we were walking. I tried to pull her out of the way, but it didn't matter. He was too close." Charles is on the brink of tears now and Christian can see it.

The older man does his best to slide the needle out, wrap it in a towel, and throw it away.

Max and Lando come barreling through the door seconds later. Terror hitting both their faces as they set eyes on their sick looking lover.

She's lost color in her face, she's sweating more now then when she races on a blistering hit day, her body temperature is burning, and her eyes are rolling into the back of her head.

Seb also runs through the door and halts in his tracks. "Was it... was it him?"

Charles just shakes his head. Then Christian is yanked outside the room by Seb. The door clicking behind them.

All three of them get to work trying to soothe her. Max starts running a cold shower to bring her body temp down. Charles is patching the hole in her collar bone, and Lando is perched right next to her, talking and running his fingers in patterns despite the burn.

It doesn't matter, though. She isn't waking up.

~

They end up taking her to the hospital. Praying they don't take her away from them if they find something unusual.

She's woken up a few times, but her panic just made the doctors put her back under. They said she was drugged, and they needed to flush her system. Again, they hoped it stayed that way.

The press conference didn't happen. Neither did any other media, for that matter. The paddock was closed down due to the security issue.

Seb had done his best to explain to Christian that her father is a madman and had made threats but now was acting on them. The team principle is now working with security to try and figure out how to keep him away.

The boys left the room in shifts. Usually having to send a runner to go get essential items for survival.

They watched over her with vigor. Trapped in the ICU for three days. Only leaving when they were forced out by the nurses for the night.

Max was the one to greet her when she woke up. His fingers thread through her hair in hopes of keeping her from thrashing and trying to get out.

It worked.

"I feel awful." She rasps. Her throat is dry from lack of use and lack of liquids. She lets Max's piercing value eyes ground her as she gets her bearings. "Why am I-"

"It doesn't matter right now. You're alive, and that's what counts." Max brings her knuckles up to his lips, placing a soft kiss against them.

Now that she's awake, Seb forced the boys to take proper showers and eat a real meal. Claiming that she's going to need them at their best.

Hanna stays with her while they are gone. Something she didn't know would be best until a female doctor came in with unexpected news.

"Have you ever had a menstrual cycle before?" She asks carefully.

The girls eyes dart between Hanna and the doctor. "I'm not sure, actually. I've never bled before if that's what you mean."

The doctor sighed sympatheticly. "While we were running some tests, we did an ultrasound. We wanted to make sure you weren't pregnant, and we needed to also treat the baby just in case. We found that your uterus and ovaries have been removed."

The girl looks at Hanna. The older woman is on the brink of tears. "Thank you." She says. "Can you give us a moment please?"

The doctor nods her head politely then leaves the two alone.

"I'm confused. What does that - Can I not -"

Hanna shakes her head. The only confirmation she needed. Then she's mourning something she didn't even know she lost until now. Something she didn't even know she wanted.

Her father had put her through a lot as a child. She was drugged and unconscious for weeks sometimes.

Another thing he stole from her.

~

Seb is comforting an emotional Hanna when the trio returns. All of them are frantic now. Desperate to get into the room.

Seb stops them before they can get there. "Be gentle with her." Is all he says before letting them in.

She looks like she's not in her body anymore. Like her mind is in another place.

All of them file on around her. Max and Charles are taking the chairs, and Lando slides himself onto the end of the bed with her.

"He took something else." She stared at the wall. Lando touches her arm but gets no reaction. “My reproductive organs are gone.”

Their faces are shocked. Her period isn't something she brought up. They just assumed she's private about it or it's irregular because of everything she's been through. Now, it makes sense. Why she's never run out of hygiene products and why she never complains of cramps in her lower abdomen.

They don't mourn for her, but with her.

"It doesn't change the fact that we love you."

~

Going home felt scary. Like somehow he would be there waiting to snatch her up.

Max is hyper aware of everything. Charles is attempting to hold off any media that wants the story. Lando is dutifully keeping phones away from all of them. Then there's her, sitting, breathing, wondering if she deserves to be here with them still.

The bed is her new home. She spends her days recovering there. Everyone else is bustling about as she waits for the hours to slink by.

Max is the first to drag her out of bed. Well, not drag, more like man handle. He picks her up out of the comically large mattress and tosses her over the laps of the two boys on the couch.

She doesn't protest. Even as Max slides himself under her to join them.

"It's movie night and your turn to pick."

"Didn't I pick last week?"

"... we skipped three weeks to make it your turn again."

The boys shake their heads at Landos' poor excuse. It's a miracle they managed to come out to the world on their own.

They don't end up watching a movie. Instead, they just talk. The four cuddled up on the couch together. The comfortable atmosphere making her nerves settle.

And she thinks that maybe, just maybe, she can make it through.

~

The next race comes around far too quickly. She's not fully recovered, but she knows she wants to race.

Christian takes his time with her. He doesn't know everything, but he knows enough. He made sure to tell her that her health and safety is their number one concern.

She convinces him that she's fine.

The weekend goes smoothly until Q3 of qualifying. The car decides to not stear as she tries to take a corner during a flying lap, sending her straight into the wall.

Nobody understands what happened. She had seen it coming and tried to adjust, but nothing helped. She felt useless.

All these times, she could have prevented these terrible outcomes, and yet it feels as though something is actively working against her.

Her race engineer and Christian are quick to reassue her that it's not her fault. Logically, she knows that. Mentally and emotionally, she keeps blaming herself.

It's almost as if the car is trying to kill her.

The same thing happens on Sunday during the race. The brakes malfunction, and she hits the wall at speed that makes the crowd go quiet.

Thankfully, she's fine. The boys continue their race, knowing she's okay.

The next race is filled with more of the same. All four wheels of the car manage to puncture and leave her stranded along the track. Then, during the race, she struggles to deaccelerate.

It's unsafe, and her team knows it, but she refuses to retire the care. She manages to cross the line in third in a heap of exhaustion. Nobody knows how she managed that one.

The notes have started showing up in random places around Monaco. She feels like she's being watched all the time.

They tried to go out to a party one night just for her to end up with a spiked drink and an unknown male figure trying to take her somewhere else.

The boys were quick to put a stop to that and take her home.

Race after race, it seems as though everything is working against her. She can't help her team or Max in regards to racing. She's left to just watch and celebrate whichever of the two championship contenders comes out on top of each race.

It's high, and it's low, and she is definitely ready for the much needed summer break.

~

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@chanshintien

[lilyrizzy]

For the writing promot: yell 👀

The beginnings of a lesbian maxiel story bc…why not! cw: creepy straight guys & their slurs

“You two should kiss.”

It’s not the first time strangers have asked this of her and Max. It’s always guys too, hung up on the fantasy of two gay women being in the same room as each other, how it must mean they are entitled to a free show.

Daniel blames Pornhub and the videos she used to get herself off, hidden underneath her teenage bedcovers. All before she knew any better, before she knew where to find the stuff made for women.

Now, she just laughs like the good natured girl she is, while Max shoots the guy a death glare he can’t see.

The air of the bar is damp, sticky like you could cut it with a knife if you tried. Each breath she pulls into her lungs tastes a little like the tequila she’d merrily accepted and Max had refused, brought by the same assholes trying to hold their attention now. She might be a millionaire, but she’s not about to turn down free booze.

There are two of them this time, nicknamed Cocky and Cockless in her brain. She’s not going to bother remembering their names when she’s sure they know nothing about her beyond that she is a woman, a race car driver and bisexual.

“Maxy here isn’t my type,” she half shouts over the stready thrum of bass that is vibrating the floor underneath her feet. “As cute as she is.”

She shoots Max a wink, but it only has Max’s expression darkening and her eyes narrowing, all while Cocky, perched in the stool between them, grins. Cockless, stood besides Max, tries to get her attention by tugging at her elbow. She shrugs him off firmly, then harder when he tries again.

True to his name, Cocky is bolder. He leans further into Daniel’s space, not at all hiding his attempts to look down her top.

“I thought all the pretty girls were into the butch ones,” he says, a grin on his face as his eyes flick back up to hers, like they are in on this joke together. Like it’s not being made at both her and Max’s expense.

His words press against the same bruise that has been blooming across her chest since the day Max joined their team. Raw talent in the car and all cool confidence once you dragged her away from it. Everything Daniel both wanted and wanted to be.

It’s too much, too close to the bone, the same way the hand that comes to rest on her leg is, big and clammy, engulfing her kneecap.

“Daniel,” Max says, something deliciously demanding in her voice, like she wants this man’s hands away from Daniel’s body as much as Daniel does.

Daniel can’t make herself look at her, afraid she’ll give something away.

“Not me,” she forces past her teeth brightly.

Cockless has given up with Max, is instead flagging down a bartender to order another drink. Cockless, who seemingly only has eyes for Daniel, keeps laughing.

“And what is your type then, sweetheart,” he asks, and the condescension in the pet name is all it takes for her decide she’s done playing nice.

He’s running his fingertip of the hand not touching her across the rim of his glass. She’s sure he thinks is sexy, but in reality looks fucking stupid. She keeps the smile on her face and makes sure all her teeth are showing when she answers.

“Someone with a big cock,” she says sweetly, letting her eyes drag over his form. “But it looks like I’m not finding that here either.”

Finally she looks at Max who is still hovering at Cocky’s shoulder. Nodding at her, Daniel stands, shoving the creeps hand from her skin. Max doesn’t need words to know they are leaving, and instead simply follows as Daniel leads them away from the bar and back towards the teams booth booth. It’s filled with the foul mouthed Red Bull mechanics they call friends, that at least pretend not to imagine them fucking at all hours of the day.

“Hey!” The Cocky calls to their retreating back, and his sweaty fingertips slide against the bare skin of her shoulder for just a second as he reaches to stop her.

She turns, ready to tell him to fuck off, only to find Max already in his face.

“If you touch her again, I will break all of your fingers,” she tells him, like a promise. “And shove my cock down your throat.”

Cocky backs off, hands in the air as he mumbles something about, fucking dyke bitch.

Daniel hardly hears him over the pounding of her heart, the clenching of her cunt.

[vicsy]

are u okay vic? sending love xx

(hateful ppl only have hate in their sad lives and try to bring everyone else down to their depressing level, don’t listen them!!)

frankly, anon? no, i am not.

and if you think about it, it's incredibly stupid to be all torn up because of a fucking sport I watch for general enjoyment but what else is new? i got into f1 when life hit the absolute possible low for me and it helped me immensely through it all, still does, and i found so many friends and wonderful people and i started writing again. it's pure fucking escapism coming back to bite me in the ass.

it hasn't been great to be an f1 fan lately because of events I don't need to be recapping - it's all out there in its disgusting glory, all over social media every single day. we're just being reminded of how rotten the core of this sport is and how high of a role money and power play. it's not new but disappointing nevertheless, considering there isn't much we can do to try and fix that.

but the hate among us, the fans? it's getting out of hand.

i will never go out on my way to police anyone's behaviour (it is never justified) but clearly there is a line between haha jokes and pure fucking malice. there is having genuine, critical conversations you can have (recently had one with my close friend and it was so refreshing to talk instead of secretly talk shit) and using this sport as a yardstick to measure someone's morals. it's been happening more and more, considering recent comments made by drivers in regards to the ongoing case that deals with harassment. that opened a can of worms that made ALL of us unhappy and even more disappointed, in one way of another. there is expressing genuine opinion and then there is being a hater because it's a trend.

are all Charles fans insane? are all Daniel fans delusional misogynists? are all Lando fans insufferable pricks? are all Max fans outright racists? are all Lewis fans stuck up? I could go on and same sentiment goes for each team on the grid. can we rightfully define someone by who they are a fan of? are we all required to make a statement each time a driver says/does something mindnumbingly stupid in order to, god forbid, not get cancelled along with that driver? can we genuinely bring a driver up without shitting on the other or is it not mutually exclusive?

there has been a barrage of hate towards several drivers and i get it, i do, it's sports, we're always gonna get like this. it's the whole spirit of it. i am not saying we can't root for someone and talk shit about the other. but again, i am seeing the waves of hate getting bigger and bolder, assumptions being made on the spot. people openly calling each other stupid over being fans or having a different opinion. in some ways any sense of compassion and critical thinking is dead in a ditch.

it wasn't like this before, if i am honest, but i am also a rather new fan. i am seeing all sorts of stuff on my dash both from people i don't know and from people i do know. it's a knee jerk reaction, to go and judge someone by posts and stuff, i know it but i made myself not do that. but i am just afraid of this ongoing trend of hate. i really am.

it just seems like there is no margin for error. your fave can either be squeaky clean, completely unproblematic, or they should be shot on sight. it doesn't matter if any of us acknowledge it or not. for some reason, it's a "you are what you eat" situation. and i find it rather unfair. you can separate person and a driver. two things can be true at once etc etc. none of it warrants wishing actual harm on other people.

so yeah, sorry for a rant. i'll stop now and, for what it's worth, i have been trying to unlearn the ways of "people pleasing", so here are just my thoughts that i don't think many will agree with but i don't want to bend under whatever popular opinions circulate here (especially by "big blogs"). i'd rather have people talk to me personally and i am always open to having a conversation, making friends and discussing opinions. those at the head of f1 management don't seem to do better but us tearing each other apart can also mean that we aren't doing any better, too. at least i personally think so. don't take my word as a generalized opinion.

thank you for the message, anon, i appreciate it. sorry again to be Like That. big hug!

[svturn-exe]

very loose timeline of some events in rt:

🖤an unknown child (a0) is found wandering around at night, caked in dirt. at first estimated to be around 6, but is actually about 8

🖤edwin (12) makes eye contact with a demon in his house and proceeds to Find Out. his best friend, angel, is 11

🖤A Lot happens all at once. The Saints' Hill Orphanage Incident happens. q, then david moore, is 16. jackson, approx 17 to 18, comes down to earth and spends a few months bumbling around and accidentally terrifying unsuspecting hikers. mason, 15, loses his mom in the orphanage incident. finale (age ???idfk) gets booted down to earth and locked up in a lab. edwin is 17. angel is 16. cero is 15 and has finally hit a growth spurt

🖤edwin, age 19, starts going to the gym and meets jackson, age 19-20. a0 is 17 and about to age out of the foster system. mason 17. angel 18. null 18

🖤The Wailing. edwin (22) and jack (22-23) have been dating for a couple years. mason (20) has been going to the gym regularly for 2 years now and has met jack, edwin, and angel (21). a0 (20) and q (21) met and have been dating for a couple months. jay (22) and naomi (19) move to saints' hill and are rooming with emile (21). jay meets a sealed away demon in an abandoned church (they missed The Wailing by a couple weeks max.)

🖤a0 (21) gets kidnapped by his own boyfriend (22). angel (22) and ed (23) both notice a sudden increase in the number of ghosts around, but they're all fucked up. angel doesn't feel equipped to handle that situation so edwin and jackson (23-24) go investigate the old church, where they find a0 crammed into a small closet and in a very bad mental state

🖤jay (24), who has had a demon chilling in bugs body for a little over a year, finds a weird hatch in the woods while hiking. next day she and naomi (21) go to snoop around and run into grand finale, who just got done cremating a bunch of scientists and is pissed. naomi learns jay has a demon in him.

there's other events tht aren't there but. i'm not 100% of their order yet so some time after all that a0 meets finale, mason gets a job at the cemetery, agony rears its ugly head, burial rite starts getting bolder, and habit makes a reappearance (jay and naomi are explorers after all. the abandoned orphanage seems like a great place to poke around (they are unaware of the horrors that went down there)) and also hunger . hunger Happens to cero

[mrawkweird]

I finally got see Scooby Doo Mystery Inc, and much like Spectacular Spiderman it lived up hype. It really does feel like it's everything what other bigger bolder Scooby projects tried to do and fails. It's more mature but not overbearing, has a very solid and subtle crossover with other Hanna Barbera series like Blue Falcon and Johnny Quest and a over arching story. Plus shit's just mad funny. I think the only downside is the romance specifically the one with Shag and Velma, it's focused on so much but they're both very unlikable during it, Velma for being overbearing and controlling and Shaggy for being so passive and refusing to commit plus Scooby being mad jealous for no reason. Later he has no problem with Shaggy dating the one china girl and Scoob himself get's a girlfriend so I can't see the problem.

Also from what I heard about Hot Dog Water I would assume she was in way more episodes be she's in so little that personally I find her big ship with Velma unearned.

Also I hate her chicken legs, like she looks like her legs should immediately break just by standing up

For me Mystery Incorporated will always be my favorite Scooby-Doo series because they really took the typical formula and asked "What if Scooby-Doo had an arc?". They took it to a new level and they didn't lose sight of the characters and what makes Scooby-Doo, well, Scooby-Fucking-Doo. You know, unlike certain things that fell off 4 episodes after my first initial half praise.

I honestly just use this series to push me to get back into drawing now.

Also, if I had to compare the whole Shaggy/Velma/Scooby thing to something I would definitely say it was their Troy/Britta/Abed moment from Season 4 of Community. The writers created a situation to show why they thought the pairing wouldn't work out but in my heart I'll always know what could have been if handled better. Fortunately like Community it's just a minor stumble that doesn't bring down the whole series.

They did also feed my years of Shaggy X Daphne curiosity so that brought the points back up.

And the thing about Velma and Hot Dog Water is that I wouldn't necessarily say it's unearned but more so that people did a little too much hyping it up for what we got. That sort of hype personally drives me crazy these days because it's like, if this is supposed to be natural then treat it naturally. Let's not start bouncing off the walls making it seem like an anomaly just occurred in front of our faces anytime a show or movie does this. I say "these days" but this was back in 2013 so I guess I can give it something of a pass because they touched on the possibility of Velma canonically being into women in anything before anybody else. Now fast forward to last year where everybody went "OMG; Velma's gay in the latest movie" . When I tell you this was one of the least breaking news things I ever heard. Like "Congratulations on finding out Velma likes every candy in the store. We been here".

Needless to say Mystery Incorporated is something I feel a lot of people who are into Scooby-Doo should experience. Especially if they're looking for something a little more mature than they're used to. Between this and Scoobynatural they won't need what HBO Max is pushing. We would have gotten more with them but just like Spectacular Spider-Man they got cancelled out their plans for a third season. Thankfully unlike Spectacular they were able to end in a way that can feel like a definite series ending. RIP to them chicken legs. May they be getting worn out somewhere.

[foxounderscorecube]

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo - Taylor Jenkins Reid

4½ ⭐

With the hype this book got, I was optimistic enough but cautious not to get my hopes up too high. It started off neither weak nor strong, but when it got going, it got going. What a fucking book!

It's sort of a framed narrative: the present-day parts of it are from the perspective of Monique, but Evelyn's past - which makes up the bulk of the book - is recounted by her as they sit in her office recording. As Evelyn tells her story and they spend time together, Monique takes some aspects of Evelyn with her, becoming bolder and more forthright. There are cute little newspaper clippings and the like from the time period being spoken about, too, which mostly serve to show the view of complete outsiders divorced (ha) from Evelyn's perspective entirely.

Honestly, I do just adore Evelyn. She's not exactly a beacon of morality, nor does she pretend to be - she knows how to manipulate the people and places around her and does so, compromising herself and others if she sees fit to do so. But that's kind of what makes her so compelling. She's calculating and smart and, overall, dedicated. Most of all, she feels real. Larger than life, for sure, but like a whole person. I'll never not be amazed at fictional characters like that, that make you forget sometimes that they're not real people. Also, she's a bisexual Latina queen. Interesting to me was the aspect of herself who wanted to connect more with her identity as a Cuban, having buried it for the sake of her own marketability. I related to that sense of estrangement to (part of, in my case) one's ethnicity, because I was raised in the UK and barely know my Tico family, and I do cling to any little bit of connection I can get with it.

A big part of the plot is Evelyn's relationship with her sexuality - the internal struggle she has with keeping her career together while not wanting to deny herself her adoration of Celia (and attraction to women as a whole). Owing to the way Evelyn is as a person, and Celia's own flaws, the turbulence of their relationship doesn't feel ridiculous or like conflict has been put there for the sake of it. It's an intense relationship in a time that was unaccepting, and that inevitably strains things. They do just love each other so much, though. I'm so glad that they were able to live out Celia's final years together without conflict and judgement. Their little wedding together in their bed was just the cutest!!

Really, this book is about love in all of its forms, and I am a sucker for that. Evelyn experiences platonic, familial, and romantic love at different points; she discovers the feeling of lust early in her relationship with Don; she is loved as a concept and not as a person by Max; she uses a total lack of love to her advantage in a few of her marriages; she experiences a whole load of emotions over the course of her daughter's life. Even her whole reason for getting Monique to write her biography is influenced a lot by love.

The ending is bittersweet, as seems fitting. It was one of those books that I closed and was like, "well. fuck" and had to take a minute. This is one I look forward to rereading again in the future - although what a shame I won't be able to experience it for the first time again!

[hookedtheghoul]

Ok but hear me out for a sec.

Is Danhausen actually trying to befriend MJF or is there a deeper plot going on? Let’s all think about what Max sees: a total and complete idiot (though a creepy one - he seems a little scared of D) who is also annoying as hell. The non-threatening aura of idiocy just might make him let his guard down enough to reluctantly allow D closer and possibly start thinking of ways to use him.

Has anyone asked what D sees? Because I think he sees not a possible new friend but a person to be used. Even when we’ve seen it, we tend to forget Evilhausen. He’s there. Constantly. Posting those cryptic songs and making me interpret metalcore for two hours just to write down the lyrics- At the end of the day, there is a part of him that is anything but nice and friendly. A part of him that would use the fuck out of MJF to get what he wants. We all know what - or who - he wants.

Picture this: MJF and D begin hanging together. Or at the very least every time we see Max, D is lurking somewhere nearby, in the periphery of the video, in the background of a photo or two. Eventually, he becomes bolder, louder. Interrupts an interview. Perhaps lets something slip that will endear the masses to Max We Don’t Get To See(TM). Helps him out in small but significant ways. Makes himself invaluable. Hints that this is the true devil he was looking for all along, the most powerful person in the company.

The last comment would make Hook, who doesn’t really have as much self-control as he should, blow the lid right off. How dare he? Didn’t their time together matter anything to this little piece of shit? And that. That is exactly what D has been counting on. Because an enraged Hook is a confrontational Hook. And that means he’ll seek D out on his own volition instead of prancing around with his new shiny toy tag team partner.

I have no idea what D’s end game with Hook actually is. I hope their story line is a love story. There are hints towards that (Kill For You is a love song, no matter how violent, and he’s also posted a breakup song or two). What I’m pretty sure about, if this is where the story is going, is that D will drop Max like he’s nothing. Which, to be fair, to him he probably is nothing.

And Max? The calculating, narcissistic person he is, couldn’t fathom the fact that he’s been played - because a person like him would never think anyone could be nearly as smart (or smarter) than he is. To him, it looks like even this fool cannot stand him. And the Max before would have just snorted and wished him good riddance. But the current Max? The Max who says things like “the only thing that makes me get up in the morning is this belt”? That Max is at his breaking point. And if a (in his eyes) stupid, useless nobody like D can drop him without as much as a goodbye... He’s alone. Truly, utterly alone. I don’t give a shit about anyone saying they don’t need anyone but themselves. Humans are a social species. We. Need. People. Even Max. Maybe even especially him. His fragile ego and massive need for validation make him need people.

Max is already at his most heel-ish. He can’t possibly be any more evil. Or perhaps he could, but I honestly don’t think that’s what would happen. He’s not emotionless. He’s not that detached. He’s anything but. And a person who feels as deeply as he does? This is his breaking point. This is the moment that will wipe the slate completely clean and leaves him empty. I don’t know who will pick up the pieces (Punk?). I don’t know what the end result will look like. But this could quite possibly be his face turn.

Me, increasingly annoyed with Daniel Hausen and concerned I am going to have to deal with MJF in the story lines I care about when I very much do not like MJF:

[formulaonedirection]

🎤 i’d like to hear some of your scholarship on max & lando & facial hair & it being A Weird Sex Thing

you're annoying. of course it's a weird sex thing. it's always been a weird sex thing.

or 5 times the facial hair has always been A Weird Sex Thing

1. The first time he sees Max with his stubble grown out they’re 18 and Max has always been handso- he’s always looked more grown up than Lando. He’s spent the last few months checking himself out in the mirror after sessions with Jon and he thinks he’s probably almost caught up with Max in height and then Max drives to his house after New Year’s and he looks- he looks good. Of course Max would be the first one of them to grow facial hair on purpose. Max has always been the first to do things. He’s the first one of them that started shaving, the first one to kiss a girl (the first one to do anything with a girl really), and the first one, two months ago, a confession whispered into the back of Lando’s neck when they’re cuddling in their sun lounger in the garden, to kiss a boy. It's all that Lando can think about since so it's probably not that weird when he corners Max against his car and puts his hands on either side of Max’s cheeks to touch the rough stubble, and the way Max looks down at him, eyebrow slightly raised but still under Lando’s silent examination, gives him permission to be even bolder. He wraps his arms around Max’s neck to pull him down so Lando can nuzzle the side of his face and it feels nice against his smooth cheek. When Lando finally, finally leans in to touch their mouths it's the feeling of Max's stubble that he thinks about right before he falls asleep. The first time Max falls in love is probably Lando's favourite of his firsts.

2. Charlotte swats his hand away for the third time that day, hissing at Lando to PLEASE stop scratching your thigh like that it’s really a horrible sight but Lando can’t stop because it itches. It’s really not his fault because he hadn’t seen Max in person in 4 months and Max grew out a whole beard and 10 minutes of hugging turned into another 10 of wrestling to get over the embarrassment of the shared tenderness turned into 20 minutes of really hot making out turned into Lando writhing, his back against the couch, while Max, looking absolutely obscene with what he’s pretty sure is Lando’s pre-cum wet on his beard, sucked a hickey on the inside of his thigh. And it’s not Lando’s fault his skin is sensitive and it turns out that someone rubbing their full beard against his thigh and leaving a constellation of bruises there also leaves a really embarrassing stache rash. He thinks about how he wouldn’t have been that desperate for it if he hadn’t had to go months without seeing Max in person as he’s cowering under Charlotte’s glare. He should do something about that.

3. Max comes down clean shaven and Lando sulks about it for about 4 and a half hours on the couch before he realises that he probably should get over himself or he’s not gonna be kissed the whole day and that seems like an even bigger crime than Max shaving his beard off. He slinks over to where Max is cross legged on the couch, scrolling through his phone and throws most of his body weight over Max in a way that he hopes conveys “sorry I threw a strop over breakfast because you shaved your beard it’s just that I’m hopelessly horny about it but I realise that I do not control your bodily autonomy and you should be allowed to shave whenever you want and can I have a kiss now.” It probably doesn’t but Max goes easily anyway, and his skin is soft under Lando’s hands. Max should really stop rewarding bad behaviour.

4. When Max peeks his head into his room where Lando is definitely not scrolling his own Instagram fanpages (he’s scrolling Max’s) and tells him he’s giving Lando a 10-minute heads up this time before he shaves his beard, he trips over most of his covers jumping up to follow behind Max to ask if he can- if he can do it for Max? Max raises an eyebrow and the “you sure you know how to shave, Bob?” doesn’t come out in words as much as he can hear it from the raised brow and lip curled in disbelief. He powers through it though, following Max into the bathroom and lifting himself on the bathroom counter, beckoning Max to settle between his legs. Max is warm against him, the counter just the right height so that they’re face to face and it’s quiet except for the buzz of the razor and Max’s pulse where Lando’s gripping his neck with his left hand, keeping them both steady. He can’t tell which of them is breathing loudly but he does know that it’s Max’s hard on pressing against his thigh as he pulls Max closer to get the angle of the blade just right. After that it’s only natural if he uses the hand on Max’s neck to rub tiny circles with his thumb at the dip right above his clavicle and he’s only done with one side but he puts the razor down carefully and there’s still just enough stubble that when Lando licks the side of Max’s face it’s rough against his tongue. And Max is making a face but his hands are tight around Lando’s waist while Lando leaves a trail of kisses down his neck and wonders if he can make Max leave the house without realising that only one side of his beard’s been shaved.

5. On their third day in Monaco, Lando traps Max against their golf cart and grins down at him, horrible, gremlin, smug. He’s been in top form today, giving himself a stitch from laughing so hard at Max wiping out in the water, knocking Max’s Augusta cap off to put his Augusta cap on Max’s head and leaning just a little bit too close every time Max bends down to check the angle of his shot, and now he wants a reward. He holds Max’s face between his hands sweetly, betraying the last 4 hours of absolute shithousery, and giggles as he noses against the remaining stubble around Max’s jaw. It’s a mistake because Max takes this chance to turn them around so Lando’s leaning against the golf cart instead, caged between Max’s arms on either side. It’s thrilling having Max be the one to tilt Lando’s chin up to leave little butterfly kisses on the stray hairs that Lando had proudly shoved in Max’s face that morning over breakfast. He rubs his face against Max’s, dizzy with the thought of how Max can feel his hair against his skin now too and wondering if he thinks about their first kiss as often as Lando does, but the nuzzle against the side of Lando's face is answer enough. He leans in, like the first time, like the last time, like all the millions of times in between, the feeling of Max's face as familiar to him as breathing- and almost falls forward on his face when Max takes a step back instead, laughing. "Gonna have to grow it out a little more to earn that kiss, buddy."

[megalony]

This was it

This is a new Dark! Druig imagine that I hope you will all enjoy, I’m getting into writing for Druig from Eternals at the moment so any requests would be lovely, feedback is always nice too.

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Summary: When Druig notices Ikaris getting a bit too close to (Y/n) than he’d like, he knows he has to do something about it.

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He could see it.

From a mile away, Druig could see the looks that Ikaris was giving (Y/n) whenever he seemed to be around her.

It wasn't looks of innocence or a calming or concerned smile from one friend to another. It was the kind of smile that was so soft it was charming but with such burning eyes that it was full of desire. The way his eyes narrowed and his tongue pierced out and darted over his lips and the way he bit his lower lip so tediously told Druig all he needed to know.

For the first three hundred years that they had been on this Earth, it had been Druig with those charming yet yearning eyes that were so desperate to be noticed and loved. He had been the one to want and win (Y/n)'s affections but now he had them. (Y/n) was his one and only, she had given her heart, soul and body over to Druig's mercy and that was it. She wasn't interested in anyone else, he knew that. But the fact that Ikaris was so clearly interested in her made Druig's blood boil over to the max.

Why couldn't he be satisfied with Sersi? She was clearly wanting his attention and affection and he had no problem being with her, so why did he have to insist on winning (Y/n)'s affections too?

At first Druig just caught the odd look or yearning glance Ikaris sent (Y/n)'s way and that was okay, it was innocent and he wasn't technically doing anything wrong. But then it seemed to escalate and Druig didn't like it.

He saw the way that when (Y/n) was knelt down with some of the children in the village the Eternals were harbouring in, Ikaris would be staring at her behind and ogling her frame. And Ikaris didn't even try to hide the fact that he was staring, that was something that set Druig off, he could catch Ikaris staring at his girl and then when they seemed to clock eyes, Ikaris would offer a friendly smile as if he had done nothing wrong.

Druig also noticed how Ikaris would be more touchy around (Y/n), like he was getting bolder and didn't care if he got caught or like he assumed (Y/n) would suddenly run into his arms.

She wouldn't!

But he couldn't stand much more of this, it was grating on every last nerve Druig had in his body and when he was worn down he would do something he would regret. He knew that (Y/n) would never turn her back on him or leave him for Ikaris, she loved him and that was enough for Druig.

It was Ikaris that was the problem and he needed sorting.

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Ikaris smiled into his hand that was rubbing against his jaw as he looked beside him at (Y/n) who was looking around the small village they were walking around. They were both making their way back to the ship where they would talk with the other Eternals about the progress of this country on Earth.

They had decided to take the scenic walk back alongside the beach and the calming sea caused (Y/n) to smile, feeling a sense of peace rushing through her. The sea had a very calming effect on her, especially after a stressful day.

All (Y/n) wanted to do now was find Druig and go and curl up in bed, her mind was shredded to pieces from the events of the day and the vision that she had had earlier.

A kind smile formed on (Y/n)'s lips when she felt Ikaris rest his arm around her shoulders and gently rub his hand up and down her arm. The way he was with her made her smile, it was like he was her big brother, he was always looking out for her, checking she was okay and there to talk to if something was wrong. And he was always so easy to talk to in the sense that he had the same humour as (Y/n). Whereas when she talked to Druig, they were always on the same wave-length, they had the same passions and interests.

"They're evolving at a fast pace, aren't they?" Ikaris spoke quietly, pondering the question since they were on the topic of the humans they were working with here on Earth.

But a smile formed on Ikaris' lips as he looked over at (Y/n), noticing the faraway look in her eyes and the gentle way her head tilted to the side which showed she was lost in thought. There was something about (Y/n) that drew Ikaris in and rid his mind of every thought about Druig or Sersi, they didn't cross his thoughts at all when he was looking at (Y/n) like this. Especially when he got moments alone with her like these.

"They are it's fascinating... but their love for violence worries me." (Y/n) was fascinated by the way the humans were evolving with their speech, mobility, the way they interacted and how they built things. But it was their violence that set off alarm bells in her mind.

They watched one another perish, they caused harm and hurt those around them in violence and war but they craved it. That kind of streak wasn't going to do humanity any good.

"Yes, but-"

Ikaris cut himself off and looked down at (Y/n) when she stumbled before she stopped walking with him. His eyes cast around in case something had spooked her until he felt her trembling and felt her weight drop onto him.

Taking in a quick breath, Ikaris moved his arms and held onto (Y/n), holding up her weight for her when he realised she was having a vision. It was hit and miss whether a vision would take her by surprise or not, sometimes she knew one was coming. But if she didn't, a lot of the time she would trip or fall or collapse or just stumble to a stop and stand like a statue until it vanished.

Ikaris cast his eyes about them as he held onto (Y/n), waiting patiently for her to see what was coming, knowing they always varied in length.

As he stared down at (Y/n) leaning against his chest, Ikaris couldn't help but reach his hand out. He let his fingers brush against her soft skin before he slowly moved a few pieces of hair behind her ear. He couldn't help himself, his desires were getting too much for him as he started to trace the pad of his finger against (Y/n)'s lips. Moving his hand to cup the side of her face just as she choked on her breath and fell into him, losing her footing as she came back to reality.

"Careful there, love. Are you okay, what happened?"

(Y/n) blinked a few times before she looked up at Ikaris, realising that it was his fingers she could feel brushing against her skin. Her eyes widened as she wondered why he was doing that but the look in his eyes made her stomach twist.

"The Deviants, they're coming back... someone got hurt, but I don't know who."

"It's okay, as long a we work together we'll be fine."

(Y/n) nodded her head, trying to breathe through the lightheaded feeling as she felt a desperation to get back to the ship and find Druig. She could see the where the ship was now, they were only five minutes away and she was so close to her other half and crawling into bed to let today disappear into memory.

A shudder ran down (Y/n)'s spine and she felt herself starting to shake when Ikaris didn't move his hand from her face. Instead, he moved his other arm so it slowly crept around her waist and pulled her so she was face to face with him.

What was he doing?

"Ikaris, please-"

(Y/n) froze in place when Ikaris suddenly planted his lips on her own. What was he doing, they both had partners, Ikaris had Sersi and (Y/n) had Druig, her one and only love. Why was Ikaris pushing this on her when she had given him no signs that she wanted to kiss or be with him? She hadn't led him on or done anything to insight that she wanted this and yet here he was, stabbing Sersi in the back for no good reason. She hadn't done anything wrong, she hadn't been cruel to Ikaris or treated him badly but he was being so cruel to her and to (Y/n) by doing this.

A tear slipped down (Y/n)'s cheek as she pressed her hands against Ikaris' chest and pushed him off her. She shook her head at him, unable to use her words for fear of choking up and crying as she stumbled back, adding as much space between them as she could.

"(Y/n)-"

"Don't come near me." (Y/n) choked the words out through a sob before she turned on her heels and ran.

When (Y/n) got back to the ship she felt significantly calmer but she hoped her face didn't show any tears as she rubbed at her eyes again, trying to make herself seem better and calm rather than furious and upset. She could feel her nerves sparking in her system and she clenched her hands into fists as she navigated her way through the ship, wanting to jump into bed and hide away under the covers.

"Ow!"

"Sorry darling I- love, are you okay?" Druig took a step back and shook his head to try and clear the sudden pain and fogginess in his head.

He had turned the corner into the next corridor and suddenly his body was colliding with (Y/n)'s, their temples bashing together causing them to repel away from each other like magnets.

Reaching out Druig gently rested his hand on (Y/n)'s cheek and his other hand on her arm to steady her. His eyes narrowed when he noticed the slight redness around her eyes and to her cheeks. Druig could read (Y/n) like a book and he could see by the look in her eyes that something was wrong so he needed to know what it was so he could fix it.

"I- I'm fine I promise, I wasn't concentrating." (Y/n) couldn't help but lean into Druig's soft touch, noticing how it felt so much like home whereas Ikaris' touch was an unwanted invasion. Ikaris felt rough and awkward compared to Druig who was soft, warm and inviting. But feeling his touch only made (Y/n) want to cry because she felt like she had done something wrong, that she had hurt him without meaning to when it was Ikaris who had put his unwanted advances on her.

"Love tell me what's happened." Druig didn't like the look in (Y/n)'s eyes, he could see she was distressed about something.

He had to stop a growl escaping his lips when (Y/n) started to shake her head, clearly wanting to dismiss the subject.

Druig's eyes flashed their bright gold which soon reflected in (Y/n)'s eyes as the tension left her body and she became still and calm. Druig searched through her mind to find out what she had seen and what had happened to upset her, he needed to know what he had to fix to make her feel better.

But the moment he saw what Ikaris had done, Druig's body began to shake with venom and a low, inhumane growl almost like a scream left his snarling lips.

With a wave of his hand, Druig and (Y/n)'s eyes both went back to their normal colours and (Y/n) blinked, not realising that Druig had checked through her mind to see what was wrong.

Ikaris was a problem that needed sorting.

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This was it, this was the moment where Druig ensured that his love was his and his alone.

Druig couldn't have Ikaris hanging around (Y/n) like a bad smell in the air, he had to get his rival away from her because he was upsetting her and it wasn't fair of him to hurt her like this. (Y/n) was his, she was his lover, his partner, his everything and he was making sure that she stayed his and his alone. Ikaris was not going to get in the way of anything between them and he certainly wasn't going to win (Y/n) over, Druig would make sure of that.

His eyes followed Ikaris around who was zooming through the air, no grace about him but he had all the confidence and elegance to make it almost enjoyable to watch him.

Pursing his lips, Druig kept his hands clasped behind his back as he focused his now golden eyes on his enemy swanning around the sky like a bird. His frame was hidden behind the rocks placed near the edge of the sea where the Deviants were coming from. Druig knew this fight was nearly over and he knew no one would notice or miss him if he hid here for five minutes while he worked on his plan.

It was far too easy for him to worm his way into Ikaris' head, he didn't even have to try to get inside and control his mind, it was child's play and that made him wonder if Ikaris was even a proper Eternal. He should know when one of his fellows was trying their powers on him and tricking him and yet here he was, submissive as ever.

Druig made sure to keep Ikaris flying around the air for a few more seconds to make sure no one noticed that he was being controlled. When Ikaris shot beams from his eyes no one could see or know what he was being controlled.

His eyes fell over to look at his beloved who was breathing heavily, yanking a spear out of a Deviants neck, before he looked back at Ikaris.

Druig knew how to play this, he knew exactly what he needed to do in order to ensure Ikaris never went near (Y/n) again.

Wiping the sweat and sea salt from her forehead, (Y/n) heaved as she tightened her grip on her spear, casting her eyes around to try and see if there were any other Deviants around that needed to be rid of. (Y/n) always felt she had a lot to prove, she knew that being a Profit was all well and good but when it came to fighting and protecting, she had to show that she was capable. She had to be more useful than giving the Eternals a few measly visions here and there.

When her eyes focused on Ikaris flying her way, she felt another wave of discontent rattle through her. It was the same kind of feeling she got the other night when he had kissed her but she was sure he wouldn't try and do that again after her reaction. They had tried to put it behind them and act like it never happened, she had Druig and he had Sersi and that was it. (Y/n) didn't want anything to happen between them, she just wanted Druig.

(Y/n) brushed the feeling aside as Ikaris landed down a few feet away from her, catching his breath before his head suddenly snapped in her direction and his gaze locked solely on her and her alone.

The kind smile on (Y/n)'s face slowly started to slip away when she noticed that he didn't look happy. His expression was dark, rugged and almost snarling at her like she had done something to upset him or she had done something wrong during this battle. But she didn't get chance to ask him what was wrong before a growl emanated from his lips before his lasers let loose from his eyes.

A scream left (Y/n)'s lips as she hurtled herself to the side, scuffing her skin in the sand and loose rocks that cut into her skin through her suit.

Why was he trying to attack her? What had she done to him, he was the one who had kissed her the other night?

(Y/n) couldn't breathe as she tried to scramble up to her feet, daring to twist her head to catch a look at Ikaris but all she could see was red light aiming at her. Tears started to fall from her eyes as she both ran and stumbled forward, scuttling in odd directions since she knew his beams could only go in a straight line and therefore would be harder to catch her.

"Ikaris stop- Ikaris please! What are you doing?!"

Druig's nails started to scratch at the back of his hands as he watched the scene play out. He was calculating each of Ikaris' beam shots so that none of them would hurt (Y/n) and it was a lot easier since Druig was also playing around in (Y/n)'s mind. He wasn't controlling her in any way, all he was doing was checking what she was going to do and making sure she didn't see any gold in Ikaris' eyes so she didn't know he was under Druig's control. He wasn't influencing her actions or thoughts at all.

A scream left (Y/n)'s lips as she ducked down, covering her head with her arms before she stumbled to her knees to avoid Ikaris' beams.

What on Earth had she done to make him want to hurt or even kill her? They seemed to have a truce between them these last few days, like a silent agreement to forget what had happened. Had he become so hurt and flooded with jealousy and rage that he wanted to hurt her for rejecting him? He was never that kind of person but (Y/n) couldn't think of any other reason that he would suddenly start attacking her like this.

"Ikaris stop!" (Y/n) yelled out in fear, trembling as Ikaris flew closer before he roughly landed down in the sand causing her to shuffle back as she tried desperately to get to her feet.

With a wicked, half-cocked grin, Druig sighed in relief and tilted his chin up allowing the sun to glow on his features whilst he was still out of sight of the others. He had done what he had to do, Ikaris had frightened (Y/n) to the point she was never going to go near him again, let alone be alone with him anywhere. And once he realised what he had done, he wouldn't face being near (Y/n), he would be crushed and therefore Druig wouldn't have to worry about him trying to seduce or be with (Y/n).

(Y/n) wiped away the tears on the back of her hand as she watched Ikaris take deep, staggered breaths, his hands clenched into tight fists at his sides.

Druig closed his eyes for a second before they went back to their usual chocolate colour. He didn't have to have Ikaris under his control anymore, he had done what he wanted to do, he had used Ikaris in order to make sure he wouldn't push his luck with (Y/n) again.

"Ikaris-"

(Y/n) held her hands out as defence and to show him she wasn't going to try and hurt him but it made no difference. His head tilted back and his eyes snapped shut for a moment like he was having an internal debate but the moment he opened his eyes, beams were shot at (Y/n).

A blood-curdling scream left (Y/n)'s lips as both Ikaris and Druig watched her body surge back before she landed in the shallow water behind her. She could feel the stones and rocks digging into her back and legs but it was nothing compared to the fire that was igniting in her lower torso. The water lapped at her body and sprayed at her face as all she could do was sob and gasp for air.

That wasn't Druig.

A fire sparked in Druig's chest as he quickly came out of his hiding space, knowing neither his girl or Ikaris would realise or find out that he had been watching the whole time.

"Get the fuck away from her Ikaris! Move!"

"I- I didn't... oh God..." Ikaris began wildly shaking his head, his hands trembling as he pointed over at (Y/n) in fright. He didn't mean to do that, he truly didn't mean to hurt her. One moment he had been fighting her for some reason and the next he felt like he was being attacked and he just aimed at whatever was there. He didn't realise that it was (Y/n) in front of him and he had no idea why he had suddenly attacked her like that. It was like a compulsion, an urge he couldn't fight off no matter how hard he tried. He knew what he was doing but he couldn't stop himself from doing it.

"Get. Back. Now." Druig punctuated each word like he was spitting venom from his tongue before he went down on his knees in the water beside (Y/n).

(Y/n) blinked through her tremendous tears, gulping harshly as she stared up at Druig but the moment they locked eyes, she started to sob. Her eyes couldn't stop drifting between Druig and the large circular wound on her abdomen that was just leaking blood like a river. The water surrounding her was only making her feel cold like she was in an ice box and made her hair stick to her cheeks.

Druig very gently pulled her up into his arms, his eyes casting over the wound. The moment Druig gently took both (Y/n)'s hands and pressed them into her wound he shivered at the howl that (Y/n) let out from the agony.

"Okay baby, shh I've got you. I'll take the pain away." Druig kissed (Y/n)'s temple before his eyes turned golden and he delved into (Y/n)'s mind, dulling down the pain and shock she was going through because he couldn't bare to watch her suffer.

As bad as this seemed, the dark side of Druig started to play around in his mind. He knew this worked to his advantage, his beloved was hurt badly and she was in shock and pain but it was because of Ikaris. Druig didn't make Ikaris hurt her but he forced this to happen. Ikaris hurting (Y/n) cemented what Druig wanted to happen, it ensured that she would never go near him again and that Ikaris wouldn't trust himself around (Y/n) and would stay away and not bother her again.

It had worked.

"What happened, what's going on here?!"

Both Ajak and Sersi came running over at hearing the commotion, their eyes widening the moment they saw (Y/n) laying in Druig's arms in the water, blood covering both their hands.

"I swear i-it was an accident..."

"What did you do?" The horror in Sersi's voice and eyes made Ikaris begin to shed tears. He didn't mean to, it was a complete accident that he couldn't even begin to explain.

"Okay, okay honey I'll fix it." The smile on Ajak's face was comforting as she crouched down beside the couple and placed her hands over (Y/n)'s wound, only taking a few seconds to heal the rather deep cut into a nicely healed scar. When she was done, she gently brushed her hand through (Y/n)'s hair in a calming gesture before she got to her feet and took a few steps back, letting the couple have a moment to themselves.

Ikaris gave them a lasting look before he left, knowing if he stayed he and Druig would only end up in a fight and he had to go and try to explain to Sersi who had fled the scene.

"We have to go." Druig leaned his head on (Y/n)'s as his arms tightened around her, feeling her pushing into his hold like she wanted more comfort.

"What?" Her voice was shaky and her body felt awful and tingly, she wanted to wake up and have this be all a bad dream.

"He's hurt you, what if he tries to do it again? We weren't put here to fight one another and the Deviants are all but gone. We can protect the humans somewhere else."

Druig very slowly helped (Y/n) to her feet, keeping his arms wrapped around her middle so he could lift her up, holding her tight until her shaking legs were steady enough to keep her upright. When she was stable, he kept hold of her but moved so that she could see him properly and his forehead could rest against her own. This was getting very tedious now, all they seemed to do was argue with one another and it wasn't fun nor fair. The Deviants were almost vanquished now, there were very few left and if their mission wasn't finished yet then surely they could all split up and go their separate ways.

Why did they need to be together and argue with one another when they could have a life- or thousands of lives in various places on this Earth?

When (Y/n) looked into Druig's eyes and she saw the loving smile on his face, she couldn't do anything but nod in agreement.

They could be a proper couple and feel like they fit in somewhere else, they could build so many lives together and grow and watch humanity grow. (Y/n) knew as long as she was with Druig then she would be okay, wherever he was was where she wanted to be.

Druig smiled that cunning smile before he pressed a long, loving kiss to (Y/n)'s lips. She was his, and she was never going to leave him.

[2kverrr]

Oᑎ ᗩ ᗯᕼIᗰ

Kate Marsh x Reader

Summary: Kate being a cutie with a crush.

Warnings: Potential overdose from Kate’s cuteness.

My class ended a few minutes early, so I decided to wait for Kate since we'd planned to get some lunch as soon as we both got out. I lean up against the wall next to the door of her classroom, I simultaneously listen to the music playing through the ear bud in my left ear and Mr Jefferson's muffled voice from inside the room.

Soon enough I notice the screech of chairs scraping off the floor as students begin to flood out of the door, Kate follows out shortly after Max and a smile immediately plasters over her face.

"Hey Y/n, how are you?" She checked, tightly holding a book to her chest.

"I'm all good, thank you. How about yourself?" I respond.

She smiles, looking down slightly, "Better now you're here." I won't lie, Kate's a nice person, a lovely person even, it may be just a little friendly thing, but this is new.

We wander down the hallway, my mind filled with thoughts of lunch while the Christian girl next to me had other things on her mind.

Kate brushes the seat before holding her skirt to let herself sit as I place her food in front of her.

"Thank you."

"Anytime," I answer with a grin.

We exchange a light chatter, everything from school to Victoria's latest tantrum. The one thing that stands out is how different Kate is, not just from me but from everyone else. She's polite, never raises her voice, and always has a kind word to say. I find myself liking her more and more as the lunch goes on.

"So, what do you think of Mr Taylor's new haircut?" I ask her, referring to our math teacher.

"I think it's very flattering," she replies. "He looks much younger." She adds on.

"Speaking of flattering, you look very nice today, Y/n." She compliments me a small rosy tint forming on her cheeks with the words.

"Thank you, Kate. You look beautiful as per usual." I respond with a friendly smile, I check the time on my phone, "Come on, let's go see Mr Taylor's fresh trim, we have his class now." I catch her slightly off-guard, she quickly gathers her belongings and tags along.

Time Skip

I open my door, "Hey Katie." I greet her with a teasing smile, she lightly swats my arm as punishment for the nickname. Earlier today we'd planned a girl's night in my dorm room, you know, the usual, movie, nails, food, nothing out of the ordinary.

I close the door and the two of us take a seat on my bed, "What do you wanna watch? I've stolen Warren's hard drive, some pretty good stuff on there." I offer, Kate continues to look into my eyes, her expression as if she hadn't been listening to a single word.

She'd definitely been acting a bit different lately. A lot bolder.

"We've got Pulp Fiction, Scream, Groundhog Day, The Dark Knight, we can look through them," I add, the silence now becoming slightly awkward.

"Anything is fine. As long as you're here." She finally speaks with a soft sigh.

We both get under the covers of my bed watching the film we had decided on, "You know Y/n, you're really pretty." Kate smiles.

"Oh. Uh- Thank you, Kate."

"You're like a personal heater as well." She wraps her arms around my middle, one of her cold hands sneaking under my shirt to touch my warm back, making me flinch slightly.

"Why haven't you got a boyfriend or anything? You're like awesome."

This is definitely out of the ordinary. Oh shit, what if she's eaten my edibles. No, I gave them Justin. "Kate, I've said this before. I don't feel like having to chase after a man, I can barely concentrate in school, I'm sure a boyfriend wouldn't help." I answer.

I watch her face drop, she quickly changes her face and looks back at the laptop in between our legs.

"How about a girlfriend, you like girls right?" She suggests.

I widen my eyes, I had never openly talked to Kate about my sexuality, only about my ex-partners, some of whom happen to be female. It seems I was wrong, perhaps her faith did not agree with me and she did.

"Same thing. It'd be nice but I just don't have that much time."

"You have time for me." She points out

"But that's different, I want to spend time with you-" I speak as if it were the most natural thing ever, but as soon as I realise what I was saying I shut down the sentence.

Out of the corner of my eye I see a grin on Kate's face, she attempts to cover it with her palm, but It doesn't hide the beaming smile on her face.

Time Skip

English and I never had the best relationship. I can barely spell never mind analyse Shakespeare. I've been ignoring the set task all lesson, letting my gaze fall around the class. It finally lands on the dirty blonde-haired girl to the right just in front of me.

She stops writing and turns around, passing me a note.

Get to work, Y/n/n.

-Love, Kate <3

I smile at the little red heart next to her name and begin writing my own note to Kate below hers.

Why should I? -Y/n :)

I pass it to her and she gently unfolds it, I watch her cheeks form a cheeky grin. She turns over the note and begins writing on it again.

I'll treat you after ;)

-Kate <3

As I read the few small words, butterflies flutter in my stomach. I have no idea why, but the note made me feel giddy. I slip the piece of paper into my pocket and mentally prepare myself for another hour or so of catching up on sleep and ignoring the fossil of a teacher at the front of the class.

Time Skip

Kate met me outside of the dorms after the English lesson, she sits peacefully on her bench as she does most mornings. "You're here." She says once she notices my presence.

"Did you do any work during that lesson?" She asks me.

I shrug my shoulders, "I wrote the date?" I try.

She sighs, locking her fingers together on her lap, "Sorry Y/n, that isn't good enough."

"Oh, is it not? What would've happened if I did any work?"

"You would've gotten your treat."

I raise my eyebrow in curiosity, tilting my head slightly, "And what might have that been?"

"A kiss." She answers with a straight face while I'm having several mid-life crises all at once. This is definitely new, I've never heard Kate say anything like that before, she's not telling me something.

I fix my posture, blinking a few times to snap back to reality. "A kiss?" I ask.

She slowly nods her head a single time, "Yes, a kiss." She repeated. She gets up from her spot on the bench, "It's time to recite the Lord's prayer, it's almost 12. You can come if you like." She offers, I shake my head.

"No, sorry, I've got some homework to do, I'll join you later though." I excuse myself.

Time Skip

I knock on Kate's door, she quickly opens it as if she'd been behind it for a while, "Y/n, for a moment I thought you weren't going to come!" She smiles, dragging me into her room by my arm.

She pulls me in for a hug, but something extra was added to the mix... she kissed me.

Not on the cheek, or on the forehead, no, she took my face in her hands and she kissed me. Her nose met mine and she held the small somewhat friendly peck there for a good couple of seconds. My heart rate rose through the roof, I don't know why, I've done this tons of times with non-partners and they never put me in such a state.

She then turns around and begins walking towards her desk and pulls out a plastic bag with a brown paper bag inside, she hands it over to me and I take a slight whiff of what smells like some sort of baked food, I open it and see a pastry, it's one of those fancy cheese and meat ones.

"I got this from that bakery we passed by the other day."

"Oh, thank you, Kate."

She takes a seat next to me, shuffling over closer to me. I might that this chance to maybe find out what's been on her mind, "So, how have you been recently?" I ask the girl.

Her face becomes slightly confused at the question but she answers with, "I've been feeling pretty good. Why?"

"Just asking." I cut it short.

"Kate, have you got a thing for somebody?" I ask, her eyes widen at the question and I see a deep shade of red creep up her face.

She managed to blush even harder when I caught her eyes.

I chuckle to myself watching Kate squirm, "I... I..." She stutters for a few seconds before coming up with something.

"N-No, of course not." She tells me, a forced smile on her face.

"Oh, you just seem more... I don't know, love-sick? Just pretty happy." I explain.

"Okay, maybe there is someone." She looks down at her lap.

"Kate, that's awesome. Have you told him?" I question.

“No, they don't know. I doubt I'll ever have the courage to tell them. I mean, come on, I've never had a significant relationship, I've never kissed anybody, and I'm not sure if I'm that good at kissing anybody anyway!" She blabbers, in a state of panic.

In an attempt to calm her nerves, I say, "Kate, I'm sure whoever it is doesn't care if you've never been in a relationship, if you've kissed anyone, or if you're a good kisser or a bad kisser."

“It's just a matter of taking a chill pill, talking to him more, asking him more romantic questions, and working towards getting romantically involved."

A hopeful look flashes across her face as she urges, "That really works.".

"Hell yeah!" I reply, "Oh sorry." Kate just chuckles as I quickly apologize for my language.

Time Skip

I wake up in Kate's room, I feel a warm breath on my neck and look down to see an innocent Kate still asleep. I must be up pretty early if I'm awake before Kate. She lightly groans as she begins to wake up, her arms tightening around my middle, "Good morning, dear." She mumbles.

"Morning Kate," I answer while rubbing my eyes.

She releases her grip on me, pushing her head further into the pillow.

"Y/n, can you teach me how to kiss?" She requests her eyes still closed, a naïve tone to her voice catching me off-guard.

"Kate, it's like 6:30 in the morning, and how could I possibly show you. I guess it kind of just happens." I explain.

"Like, on a whim?"

"Yeah."

A silence fills the air, I relax on my back while Kate stares off into space, her thoughts louder than an alarm to the point she was quietly mumbling.

Perhaps I should've been listening to Kate's ramblings more closely as I didn't notice her pulling her face next to mine before she planted a kiss on my lips, it lasted a good few seconds before I pulled away. I don't know if this was a common occurrence to kiss your friends, but I guess I was either very good at it or she was very bad.

"Sorry," Kate says, in a sheepish tone.

"It's fine," I reply, trying to hide my smile.

I could never blame Kate for not telling me sooner, she's felt more than love for me, and I'm sure I had feelings for her too. I don't know what they are, but feelings I had. I fell in love with her.

I actually fell in love with her, I fell in love with the pretty girl who sat next to me in class, who read scriptures with me in the library, who held my hand whenever I got stressed about school. I began falling in love with the girl who always made sure I'd eaten, who'd sit and do nothing with me when she surely had better things to be doing, who would sit and listen to my crazy theories. I fell in love with Kate.

I didn't find someone, I found something. Even if it took me a while to find it (or her).

I found love.

[kayleezra]

Miracles // (Max Phillips x AFAB!Reader)

Word Count: 1058

Warnings: NOT proof read, just posting this raw

Summary: Your period is late and you’ve been feeling sick, a pregnancy test confirms your suspicion. When you tell Max, who then has an epiphany, he reacts a little differently than you expected. 

A/N: Idea from @faithiegirl01 on tumblr! Please forgive me for taking so long, this got lost in my drafts!!!

Something is off. Max doesn’t know exactly what it is but the air feels different. The change was subtle at first, so subtle he thought nothing of it, thought maybe it was just him. But, the feeling never subsided or left, he became stronger. Max didn’t investigate or bring the changeup because you’ve been sick. 

The last week or so you’ve been tired, more so than normal. You’ve been sensitive to smells, some making you immediately nauseous or giving you headaches while others you drool, even if the smells are quite a bit away. Max hadn’t noticed your heightened smell as he himself has heightened smell, but he did notice how they affected you. You also expressed frequent heartburn and sensitive breasts. 

Your tender breasts were discovered when you were cuddled up to Max one evening on the couch and he was getting a little handsy.  His hands started by resting around your midsection, then they started rubbing reassuring circles. Max moved his hands to your thighs hoping to get you to give in, squeezing and kneading them. When that didn’t elicit the response he hoped for he stopped teasing and became a little bolder, he traced his hands up towards your chest. His hands cup your breasts from underneath and when he gives them a squeeze, you yelp and instinctively cup his hands over your tits. Max knew it wasn’t the kind of yelp he wanted, “what’s wrong, doll?”

“My boobs hurt. It’s probably just PMS making them sensitive.”

“OH! I'm sorry!” Max kisses your head, feeling bad about hurting you.

“It’s all good don’t worry,” you turned in his arms, properly kissing him.

Whenever you were feeling off, you blamed it on PMS, as it was your period was nearing. Your symptoms aren’t normally this strong but hormones are… well hormones, they vary based on nearly everything. However, a few days pass and your period is late, again you blame hormones. 

Max notices the changes in you more than you do. Everyday symptoms get a little stronger and he’s starting to worry. You keep writing it off, blaming hormones, but he feels it's bigger than that. On top of that, the air has become heavier, he thinks your body is fighting some virus. 

“Baby?” Max calls out.

“Yeah?” You call from your bedroom.

Max makes his way to you, finding you laying in bed. He can’t help himself but join you, pulling you into his arms. 

“Tired?” He asks

“Mhmm,” you nod into him.

“You’ve been exhausted all week and have been sleeping more often, I’m starting to worry, especially with all the other symptoms. Maybe you should see a doctor, just to make sure everything is okay.”

“I’m fine really. It’s hormones the moment my period starts it’ll all make sense and settle.”

“3 more days, then I’m taking you in,” his concern leaves no room for argument. 

“Deal.”

The next day while Max is working, you check when your last period was, checking when to expect it as it varies by a few days. However, it was nearly twice as late as what could be called normal. Worry floods you at the possibilities as to why it could be so late. Pregnancy was obvious for everyone else, but you and Max couldn’t conceive. Or so you thought. 

“Just take a pregnancy test,” your friend expresses to you when you bring it up.

“I can’t be pregnant. I’m talking physically impossible.”

“It won’t hurt to take one.”

“Fine, I will tomorrow.”

Your friend, being the saint that they are, says; “I’ll be near yours today in about half an hour, I’ll drop one off on my way.”

“Are you sure? I don’t wa-”

“Yup, see you in 30.” They hang up before you can respond. 

Sure enough, about half an hour later, they arrive with the 2 tests, quickly wishing you luck before hurrying off with their day. You take the test and pass the wait time on your phone. So many say that the wait feels like forever because their anticipation, hopeful or fearful, drags the time on. But because pregnancy was so far out of your perception, time passed like nothing. You nonchalantly pick up the test, your heart dropping to your stomach at the two lines. Who could’ve thought that a measly vertical line could make everything feel so heavy. 

“That can’t be right,” you mutter to yourself.

Anxiously you tear open the second test and repeat the process. This time, however, time passes as though every second is actually 10. When your timer indicates it is ready you grab the test, 2 lines.

“This must be the first one,” you try to explain to yourself so you grab the other and see 2 tests with a total of 4 lines.  Two positive pregnancy tests sit in your hands, a pregnancy conceived by a man you seemingly couldn’t reproduce. 

“What the fuck am I going to tell Max?”

When Max comes home, your new secret sits heavy on your chest. Max finds you, kisses you and asks; “how was your day?”

“I know why I’ve been off lately,” you state blandly.

“Oh really? That’s good! What is it?!”

“An impossibility,” you murmur to yourself.

“What?”

“I’m pregnant,” your chest feels lighter but a new heavy feeling fills your gut. How will Max respond?

Max's face lights up in understanding, you swear you could see the light bulb above his head.

“That makes so much sense!” Max expresses in realization.

Now you're shocked, this was not what you expected. “I thought you said you couldn’t have kids?”

“I mean the odd pregnancy can happen for us once every couple thousand years so it’s virtually impossible. The chances are 1 in tens of millions.”

“So you’re not… mad?”

“Mad? God no! I’m so glad you’re okay, in fact, you’re even making a little baby Phillips! That’s so exciting.”

Just then, Max has another light bulb moment. 

“OH MY GOD, YOU’RE PREGNANT!”

You giggle, “yeah…”

“HOLY FUCK THIS IS INSANE THIS IS A MIRACLE. I-”

Max doesn’t finish, he just picks you up in a hug spinning you around repeating the words ‘thank you' over and over again. Before putting you down and kissing you. 

“You’ve truly given me 2 miracles,” he says.

“2?”

“Yes, our baby and you. My 2 miracles in this life.”

Taglist: @spideysimpossiblegirl @littlemisspascal @writer-darling

[ladykissingfish]

The Akatsuki as YOUR Boyfriend/Girlfriend (Modern Day) ((Part One))

Deidara -YOU end up asking HIM out first (he wanted to approach you but was scared you wouldn’t be interested) -Self esteem is a bit low; doesn’t even realize that you consider him your boyfriend until you introduce him to someone as such -Had zero experience with relationships before you; had to be taught practically everything ((but luckily for you he was a very fast learner)) -Introduces YOU to everyone with sappy smile and “Yeah that’s her/him/them” -Will literally cry if you praise his artwork -Addicted to having you brush/play with his hair -Favorite gesture of affection: Surprise hugs from behind -God help anybody who puts a frown on your face -Has made you a mixtape for literally every possible occasion -Museum and rock concert dates -Will eat/gush over your cooking even if it’s terrible -Greatest pride: when he sees you wearing his (weird band) hoodies -Your opinion is the only one that matters to him -Likes to make you laugh; you both have a LOT of inside jokes -His friends come up to you every time they see you and beg you not to ever leave him because “you keep him sane” Sasori -Reserved and quiet at first; but once he feels he can trust you, you’ll become his greatest confidante -Lost family at a young age, so once he gives his heart to you, YOU become his family and he’d do anything to keep you safe -Not very physically demonstrative, but the affection he DOES give is soft and tender -Dry, sarcastic sense of humor -Very intelligent; will help you with or teach you just about anything you want to learn -Is always on you about needing to eat healthier so that you live longer -Takes any injury you get (even a simple papercut) very seriously -The jealous type; doesn’t really like sharing you/your time with others -Reads a ton; has more books than you’ve ever seen in one person’s possession, and will often take you on “dates” to bookstores to get more -Hundreds of late-night conversations about life and the world in general -Respects your opinions on art and music but never stops trying to “convert” you to his tastes -Always remembers everything you tell him, even insignificant things -Watching tv or movies together is a pain because he over-analyzes every little detail, even with cartoons and comedies. -His friends think he’s too serious ((boring)) and wonder what it is you see in him Konan -Will defend you against the entire world, even when you’re in the wrong -Looks delicate but can kick ass when necessary -Loves when you give her hand-made gifts but will balk at expensive or store-bought ones -Favorite gesture of affection: cheek-kisses -Soft-spoken and reserved around others, bolder and more aggressive when alone with you -Oragami master; will teach you every fold known to man -Doesn’t like crowds, so dates will mostly be dinner and movies at each other’s houses -Likes body art; will show you ALL of her piercings and tattoos (most of which aren’t visible to the general public) -Experienced some trauma as a kid; uses sarcasm and dark humor as a coping mechanism -Will often fall asleep with entire body wrapped around yours, and stay that way the whole night Obito Uchiha -Extremely self-conscious over his looks, in particular the scarring on his face; takes a while for him to relax and let his guard down around you -Is a sucker for hand-holding and will seek out any and every excuse to hold yours -Cuddle monster -Trusts you enough to tell you things about his past that even his closest friends don’t know -Gets distracted easily, but when focused is a brilliant multi-tasker -ALWAYS shows up late for everything; but the excuses he gives are so creative that you actually look forward to hearing them -Has an eclectic extended family, all of whom love you and will tease him about when he’s going to make you a member of their “clan” -Has a phobia about losing people he loves, so will be aggressively protective over you, even in non-threatening situations -Sweet-tooth alert; this guy goes crazy over any and all forms of candies

or desserts, and will be ready to propose over a perfectly baked cake -Light-weight warning: this guy’s alcohol tolerance is ridiculously low; can only handle 1-2 shots or one beer at max before he hits the floor -Knows many forms of self-defense and will spend time teaching you different techniques Itachi Uchiha -Sweetheart level: 1000000+ -Tends to have very “down” moods; will need your patience and support to pull him through them -A better cook than anyone you’ve ever met; will make you your favorite dishes any time you request him to -Shy about giving or receiving physical affection; will mostly stick to forehead kisses or soft pats on the head -Always puts your wants and desires above his own, going out of his way to make you his number one priority -Remains impressively calm and collected no matter the situation -Has beautiful soft hair; gets really happy and relaxed when you play with it -Family means a great deal to him, so will introduce you to his fairly early-on (and be secretly thrilled when you introduce him to yours) -Always seems to know exactly what you’re thinking/feeling -Quiet and serious most of the time, but can be playful and goofy when alone with you -Not a people-person by any means but will make an effort to be sociable with your friends -When stressed, will call you and keep you talking for hours, because the sound of your voice soothes him Kakuzu -Grumpy but cute -Won’t admit/acknowledge that you’re in a relationship for a very long time -Acts annoyed with the things you do but secretly thinks EVERYTHING you do is adorable -Hyper concerned about finances; will spend copious amounts of time trying to teach you to better budget your money -Lots of “dates” to the grocery store on super-sale weekends -Stingy with affection while you’re awake, but will literally keep his arms around you and hold you the entire night while you sleep -Will always be honest and straightforward with you, even if what he says might hurt your feelings -Will freely tell his friends that you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him (but not while you’re around, of course) -Addicted to tv shows like Pawn Stars and Storage Wars; you’ll end up having lots of watching-marathons with him -Unintentionally(?) blunt with the way he talks to others; you have to really work with him on filtering before you introduce him to your friends/family -Will ((VERY RARELY)) bring you your favorite flowers or candy, just to see your face light up in surprise when he gives them to you Zetsu -Nature lover and extremely environmentally conscious -Claims to be “mostly vegetarian” (but you’ve seen him occasionally sneak a burger) -Has two very distinctive personalities; one very goofy and one very serious, and you never quite know which you’re going to get -A master gardener and landscaper; his handiwork has actually been featured on local tv shows and in magazines -Always pops up to see you unexpectedly, and at the most random times -Is a little uncomfortable with showing affection, so will mostly stick with cute nicknames and frequent presents -Very curious nature and will ask you a lot of questions about yourself, but be hesitant to speak much about himself -The two of you don’t really go on “dates”; rather you just spend a lot of time together outdoors: picnics, long walks, etc

[rurpleplayssims]

📝Round Summary - Young Round 1📋

Campbell Quay - Round 1/First Week - Young If you want to go through the posts of this round, click here.

We head over to the Young Household where Emily has spent the entirety of their first day in their new home cleaning and organising. She’s tired and very irritable.

Roselyn felt like setting up her room was a bigger priority than the kitchen which Emily had asked her to sort out.

She heads outside and confronts her sister who rages at her. She calmly tells her sister to go take a bath and chill out.

Emily does and she feels regret for the way she spoke to her.

When Emily remerges from the bathroom, she finds that Roselyn has sorted out the bookshelf and kitchen. Emily, feeling guilty yet not knowing how to respond, is told to go to bed by her sister which she does.

Emily tells us how much she hates the outhouse.

They wake up the next day and Emily sorts out breakfast.

Roselyn finds herself bored and heads out for the day.

Emily exercises after lunch and draws herself another bath, as painstaking as it is from warming up rainwater that they collect.

When Roselyn doesn’t return that evening, her sister begins to worry but as she has no way to contact Roselyn, she nervously heads to bed herself.

Roselyn returns from her visit at the Morgan household at 4AM.

Emily wakes up early and is relieved to see her sister sound asleep in her bed.

Emily meets and greets Jed outside and whilst she isn’t sure how to take his humour, they get on well enough and she invites him inside. They discuss careers and roles.

Roselyn wakes up and is pleased with last night’s excursion. But she is insatiable and wants more.

She heads out of the bathroom and spies her sister speaking to Jed, whom is an attractive man.

She sashes past him to the outhouse outside but he doesn’t notice her.

Feeling more determined she takes a much bolder approach and confronts him in her underwear.

Whilst noticing how attractive she is, Jed refuses Roselyn’s approaches, especially as he doesn’t want to upset either sister.

Emily, having always been pitted against her sister whenever possible lovers saw her stood next to Roselyn, has more respect for Jed as she’s not blind. She knows her sister is more attractive than her.

Roselyn, feeling humiliated but not wanting to make a scene, escapes outside and sunbathes in the front garden.

She hears footsteps, opens her eyes and gazes at Zoey for the first time. Roselyn is immediately taken with the younger woman.

Zoey is equally attracted to Roselyn as she gets up from her blanket.

They introduce themselves to each other, not knowing how important this moment will be in the months to come.

They get on well and Zoey spends the evening with the Young sisters as does Jed.

Emily pretends to be a captain of a pirate ship in the bath...as you do.

The following morning Emily is shocked to see that Roselyn is up before she is, as Emily is a known early-riser. Roselyn is also reading a book, for which she is not known to do.

Roselyn admits to liking Zoey more than she first realised and Emily promises to keep her word on the subject.

Roselyn is very excited that her painting easel will turn up whilst Emily tries to keep up with the home’s maintenance.

Emily completes her Anger Management course which helps her control her rants at her sister.

Emily wants to get a job in the Culinary career instead of the Gamer one whilst Roselyn paints her first paining in town, and despises it.

Roselyn heads out again as she’s grown bored at staying at home...again. Emily realises that she too is bored and follows her sister a few minutes later.

The following days go well for the sisters, Emily gets ‘in the zone’ and Roselyn is pleased with her art. She’s so pleased that she invites Jasper around to her house for the first time...for woohoo of course.

Emily maxes the Cooking skill.

Roselyn maxes the Creativity skill.

Next household is the Norman/Webster household!

[deckerswheeler]

symbolism in the coca cola scene of stranger things 3

in episode 7 of season three of stranger things, mike, will, lucas, and max and sitting in bradley’s big buy while waiting for el to find billy in the void. lucas is drinking a New Coke. lucas loves it, and starts explaining how the old coke was the original: reliable, classic, and delicious... but the new coke is better as it’s sweeter and bolder. at this, both mike and max simultaneously say “what?!” in a disgusted way, while mike asks “how can you even drink that?” 

this scene is very out of place with the rest of the episode, and i think it is there to serve some type of symbolic purpose. mike and max both admittedly dislike the new coke. but the “new coke” isn’t what the symbolism stands for. this is referring to their relationships. lucas is happy in the “new” stage of his and max’s relationship, despite their ups and downs and constant breakups. but max isn’t. she does not like their “new” relationship and prefers the original... aka their season two relationship, when they were friends and just innocently flirted. this is obviously seen in the array of scenes where max refers to boys as “stupid” and literally wants el to break up with mike because “friends don’t lie. but boyfriends lie all the time.” she is sick of lucas lying (possibly causing their multiple breakups), and wants things to go back to the way they were. she misses the “original”.

as for mike, he is no longer contempt in his relationship with el. he wishes he could have the “original thing” again. he doesn’t like their newfound relationship of making out and constantly clinging to each other, parading around as boyfriend and girlfriend. he wants what they had before: the longing, the innocence, the friendship. reminder that mike met el at age twelve and new her for four (VERY STRESSFUL) days, before kissing her and asking her to the snowball. yes, he cared about her. but their relationship did not start out romantically. think about it, did he show any romantic interest in her until lucas started making fun of him and troy called will homophobic slurs in front of him? no. in fact, he was strictly USING el to get to will. at first he was perfectly willing to turn her in to child protective services with the help of his mom, and only found her interesting after he realized she knew will (from the picture in his room). in the moments before they kissed, mike knew there was a chance he would never see will again, he knew that he might be gone forever and he projected that fear onto el. actually, every flirting scene between them in season one was prompted by the possibility of will being gone forever. as for season two, he presumed el to be DEAD. he was healing from that loss of el and back to spending copious amounts of time with will. he may have been calling her every night, but it was because he was clinging to the thought that he might possibly have a “thing” with a girl. all the while, he was getting closer and closer to will, and we as an audience were seeing the parallels between mileven and byler all throughout season two. the only romantic scenes between el and mike occurred- once again- when mike believed will could possibly die, OR after he saw will dancing with a girl at the snowball. mike and el’s relationship is built on their mutual need for love. el had no one during seasons one and two, even in season two she often felt betrayed by hopper. mike was the first person to treat her like a human being with feelings. mike needed someone to care for him the same way will did when will was gone or had the possibility of dying. whether he realized this or not, mike was projecting his feelings for will (whether it be platonic or romantic) onto eleven. in season three, their relationship has transformed from something innocent and cute, into a blurb of making out and petty fighting. they aren’t “in love”, in fact mike doesn’t even love her romantically anymore. that is the symbolism behind the coke scene. mike doesn’t like the “new” version of the “coke” - his relationship with el- he’s disgusted by it.

 then lucas says, “so you prefer the original thing?” and mike replies, “i’m not talking about the thing, i’m talking about new coke.” even though “the thing” is a movie reference, it could also be perceived as symbolism as well. “the thing” now representing mike and el’s relationship, and “new coke” representing mike deflecting from his true feelings towards will and about his relationship with el. everytime mike has had to ask himself if he prefers the “original” thing with el, and with will, he tries to make up excuses, or convince himself he’s still in love with her... which he clearly isn’t from the way he looked in their last kiss scene. he pretends everything is fine and that he doesn’t feel these things, and claims to be talking about “new coke” ... the deflection.

tl/dr: mike is not in love with el and he doesn’t want to admit it. he prefers their original relationship from seasons one and two. max prefers her original relationship with lucas from season two and is ready to leave him for good (sadly bc i love lumax).

anyways, someone has probably pointed this out already but i just wanted to write this because i have been thinking about this a lot recently. reblog if you read the whole thing lol

[toongrrl-blog]

Fashion Analysis: Nancy’s Purple work dress and Others Part 2

We’re back! We examine how Nancy’s dress stands as a beacon of great (admittedly mostly white) feminist hope, Karen Wheeler passes the torch in a consciousness-raising session, and we explore how purple has been used in other period pieces.

Nancy has been no stranger to purple before, wearing it as a symbol of her passion, youthful innocence, and heightened emotion. She wore it in the library when she thought she saw Barb (despite the knowledge that her best friend died) and she wore it the day that Steve invited her for a get-together at his mansion (with a pool!) and it’s something that she promptly changes out of before getting in the deep v-necked, chevron striped sweater to look a little more sexier. 

Now the purple is no longer pastel, it’s a saturated lilac that is updated for the times and reflects how she is no longer the naive girl in a ballet slipper necklace. After she talks about her struggles in a misogynistic office with her mother, her mother begins to open up, in colors that look subdued but symbolic (except for the makeup).

First check the colors: lavender tones and yellow. Purple on her eyelids. Put a pin those colors (I want to note that a bold red lip remains timeless) and that necklace. We are going to explore the mystique of Karen Wheeler: Model 1980s Housewife and peel some layers with the help of some other ladies in period pieces and her exposition. 

We learn that it was likely Karen Wheeler had her own dreams aside from the conventional and traditional life she leads as a bored housewife (who got close to adultery) until casual misogyny led her to abandon those dreams presumably because she “wasn’t smart enough” or “good enough” and stopped trying. Some other ladies (also with incredible hair) would relate outside of the series.

A savvy bombshell who had to negotiate sexism to get what she wanted, until she left men behind for now. 

A young woman in her own bold shadow giving the news to her (unappreciative) boss that she is leaving for better things.

A conventional wife and mother who always relied on her own beauty to get the attention and praise she needed and made the radical choice to go back for a Master’s degree. 

A disappointed young girl in sensible (and feminine) cardigan and button up shirt listens to whatever a male relative is trying to tell her. 

Two secretaries are reminded vividly of how disposable they are in a white male patriarchy but cannot confront the men themselves.

A sheltered proud homemaker questions her life choices as she is surrounded by women who insist on making bolder moves for their lives and change society for all women. She also finds she is very naive to how life works.

A woman who is renowned for her beauty and glamour fights to be recognized for her skills and intellect, tries to bring different people together, and is willing to confront authority figures on their wrongdoing. She also questions why a woman can’t be considered both beautiful and intelligent. 

A hardworking wife and mother tries to use her influence to improve the status of women and manages to fight anti-feminists while enjoying tea time with her daughters and their friends. She is also challenged with expectations for how wives were “supposed” to behave.

A woman, with a impenetrable veneer of perfection, attempts to negotiate her way to patriarchy by exploiting the image of traditional feminine perfection and keeping women's’ status, well, static. She loses out when she sees that no matter how many bodies she shoves under the bus, the men above her do not appreciate her efforts on their behalf. 

A young and beautiful princess grapples with issues of being a trophy wife, mother, her own roving eye after a marriage to a much older (and unappreciative) patriarchy, and her yearning to be her own person. 

A princess goes bold with her makeup, hair, and clothes to gain the attention she has been socialized to expecting. Trying to be a bombshell and “with it” while dealing with a crumbling marriage, feeling overshadowed by others, and no positive outlet for her intelligence.

A vivacious and stylish housewife grappling with the painful realities that men can be fickle and that gender roles don’t offer women any outlet for their ambitions or a safety net for when things get really bad, she learns she will have to make bold choices to better her circumstances.

All these women, like Karen, have made choices to survive the patriarchy and live life on their own terms. Some succumbing to the patriarchy, others revolting against it, and one who would betray others to win her seat in the boardroom. Many of these women are/were noted for their beauty only to find that other people (men) didn’t expect them to be insightful or smart; some of these women were wives and mothers who loved those roles but chafed at the idea that they’d give up their autonomy and individuality to be excellent at those jobs; a few came into motherhood and marriage rather young, before getting to experiment and mature their way through girl’s trips, work, and messy experiences. And many of them chose a different path for themselves aside from being a domestic and maternal figure, probably swearing off it for their own reasons. That was (and still the reality) of many women in Karen’s generation especially. Those were the options open to her and she chose the option that seemed to reap the most benefits. 

Now about Karen’s sartorial choices? First the necklace.

As noted in Seventeen magazine, many fans on the internet noticed the shape her necklace took, looking similar to a vaginal opening with the pearl as a clitoris. Given how heavy the male gaze was in the 1980s, this was a impressive expression of female sexuality. Given the look and symbolism (given added weight from the feminist pep talk she gives Nancy), it’s quite impressive for the conventional PTA mom whose front lawn held a Reagan/Bush ‘84 sign (just look up their policies on reproductive health and sex education, I recommend Gloria Feldt’s The War on Choice: The Right-wing Attack on Women's Rights and how to Fight Back). Then we go from Second Wave Feminism of the prior decade all the way back to First Wave Feminism’s use of White, Purple, and Yellow. 

White dresses stood out against men in their dark suits and were cheaper to maintain (laundry practices at the time caused colors to run) and reflect how white mainstream figures of the movement really were, after all Nancy and Karen are upper-middle class, white, cishet, conventionally attractive preppy suburbanites in Indiana and their experiences wouldn’t 100% match those of transgender women, working-class women (Joyce), women in abusive households (Max), traumatized women (El), women of color (Erica), larger or “outlier” attractive (Barb), or lesbians (Robin). 

Gold/Yellow stood for “Hope”, Purple for “Loyalty”, and White for “purity” (given that name “Karen” means “Purity” from Nordic origins, it’s pitch perfect). 

Hope and Loyalty embody the Party of Stranger Things, as to why Purity isn’t mentioned here, we will go in the 3rd part (all the racial implications can be looked up) and see the group get intersectional.