#mean only really niceys okay

[clueless1995]

god sid, it really is fuckin brutal out here

[mobiused]

is it too late to ask for said actual nuanced statement about your feelings on the way loona has split up and how you feel about supporting each of the factions as a fan

No :0 Okay well this posted early accidentally come back when I've edited it with the answer you seek; edit here it is

As anybody who follows me and actually listens to what I post knows, yes, I was disappointed with the choice that the 5 members in modhaus made.

The reason is of course Jaden Jeong's involvement in the conditioned that caused the members' suffering. I honestly do not care to "respect" the members' choice when, firstly, they're public figures, which means they're in a position where they open themselves to judgement, having surpassed what it means to be a regular person into an overman; hence, idol (no this isn't lore) (yes it is) and it is parasocial to think we as fans owe them the kind of blind devout respect that is reserved for people you know and are close to. We, of course, need to respect them as people even if they are idols which leads to my next point. Secondly, they're adult women who are capable of making their own choices. It is only patronizing, infantilising and self delusionary to cheer them on for every choice they make void of criticism. If I respect them as a person, that means I care about the decisions they make enough to be able to disagree with them. The only decisions you respect unconditionally are from your God (if you have faith) or someone who has got you fucked up.

of course all of this is only my opinion to be clear ^^;

So to continue, I don't respect their decision to join modhaus. However I do accept their decision and think of them no less as people - that's very important to me for people to be aware of! That may have sounded harsh but I only have strong feelings because I care.

When it comes to modhaus vs ctd, to ME it feels like a faction of people who are willing to ignore a history of mistreatment to blindly follow their idols because that's what idolatry is versus a faction who are distrusting and reluctant to give a second chance to a man (and his company) who have done them wrong. And of course bias vs bias.

Regarding why I don't hold ctd to the same standard as modhaus; one is an established company with another group under their belt and the other is a company that formed because Hyunjin asked really niceys. The "mistakes" that modhaus are making, like having Jaden and doing NFTs and having loss of the members' autonomy to give fans control as a business model (to be frank, I don't care about missing english subtitles or those small things, its whatever) are much more severe to me than CTD fumbling the bag in ways that only affect them financially. Sorry I don't care about them picking venues that are too big for them on a concert, I don't think it's that big a deal.

In this way, I think cloo vs ourii, ctd vs modhaus, is much more than the preference people have for the idols actually in the companies but rather an ideological thing. Can you put the past (that isn't yours to begin with) behind you to stan a group with no guarantee of being completely safe and in control, or are you going to be wary of a company that has done little to demonstrate how it's protecting the girls' best interests. At least that's how it looks to me.

And it's weird how we dont see Chuu & Yves akgaes right? And I think that's because the companies are such unknown elements that it's nowhere near as polarising to support them, like there's no reason not to.

And I do think there is a lot of us vs them going on. (some) People who are artms member stans who have become full-blooded ouriis have made it their mission to find any excuse to bring CTD down - maybe out of a guilty conscience vengeance for the criticism that modhaus has been getting. And the same can definitely be said about cloos who just want more reasons to shit on modhaus even though the problems are inconsequential (see? I'm not wholly biased)

In summary I just think it's sad that it's had to have been this divisive. If the loona members weren't in the position that they were - that no company was willing to accept them bar modhaus, and the members who got out first didn't feel obligated to go to modhaus, since CTD - and other places - weren't an option, things maybe would've turned out differently. Or maybe they wouldn't have, and there will always be fanwars regardless.

[leatherbookmark]

Sometimes I think about omegaverse too much because like

There are some settings where it's common for the pack alpha to be the one responsible for punishments, usually spanking. So whenever a member of the pack does something wrong, they talk it out, but even after they admit to everything, apologize and say they won't do it again, the head alpha still administers spanking. Everyone understands and acknowledges that This Is The Best Way. Even when a pack member is so upset and defiant that they actively resist/fight the idea of being spanked, it happens to them in the end nonetheless.

And like... the impies... are fascinating.

BECAUSE: what does it mean in the context of children?

(I feel like omegaverse in general, despite all this "omegas get pregnant regardless of the primary gender" stuff, rarely thinks about children/teenagers as people. Merely concepts. I've read a fic where one's secondary gender presentation occurred in their very late teens, if not somewhere around university, and I just... this is similar to people only seeing in color once they meet their soulmate -- in their teens if they're lucky, even later if they're not. Like. Author I love that you're having fun but you did not spend five SECONDS considering this idea beyond "ooo it would be cool".)

Do people just... think spanking is good and works? Or the opposite: do they raise their children in a non-violent way, while spanking their partners? No, that makes no sense, the children would see that and wonder what's up. Is spanking only a thing in childless packs? Is spanking only a thing in packs that specifically are into that? But I haven't really seen any fics that would make it clear enough; it's usually a person going from a violently abusive pack to one that's "better" because it only uses spanking according to the packs rules. It's always "what, no, oh my god, we're not LIKE THAT... our violence is wholesome"

And I mean, I'm not saying spanking done by adults to adults is hashtag always bad abusive etc etc, it's just that I wish there was something more done with it? Another fic I've read (that I currently can't remember literally ANYTHING ELSE about, rip) had a character that, even after talking everything out in detail, including the proportion of whose fault it was, explanation for why the sides acted like they did etc, and forgiveness, still felt incredibly anxious and understimulated, and needed physical punishment to feel like "something" has occurred to make things okay again. It was a result of trauma, and I really liked it because usually you'd see authors making this part of the character magically healed by a gentle and loving partner who refuses to even think of violence -- but here, instead, the character's partner understood that this was the way their mind worked, and did their best to accomodate that in a safe and consensual way.

But most fics I've read don't really... do that. It's like, oh hi Steve, welcome to our pack, we're all really niceys to each other but if you are very mean to someone we are going to spank you on your bare ass. Well, and if you do something really bad, we're going to spank you until your ass is glowing like a stop light and you yourself are crying your eyes out! And everyone nods along like yes, this is normal and understandable, of course alpha, proceed alpha.

This is 100% because I simply am not the target for omegaverse stories (I don't like mpreg, I don't like tradwifey fuckhole omegas and dominant possessive alphas, and also it pisses me off when everyone smells like an explosion in a perfume store and it's supposed to be a good thing) and keep on reading them despite that, but the most interesting thing in omegaverse (or any "what if the world had catboys"-adjacent alternate universes) TO ME is the worldbuilding and it kind of :( that authors just ehhhh whatever it away so often.

[toxicpineapple]

‘ keep your eyes open. ’ or ‘ go on, cry. ’ oumami ? bats my eyelashes so nicey

Rantaro is a funny sort of person. The kind who always feels like he has to pretend to be okay. Maybe because there are things he thinks he shouldn’t feel emotional over, whether because they happen a lot or simply because he doesn’t think he has the right to.

They’ve been working hard this week, but despite their best efforts (as well as several failed leads), they have only made marginal progress at finding Rantaro’s oldest sister. Marginal, in the sense that knowing where Aki isn’t narrows down the number of places she could be… but really negligible in the great scheme of things. Kokichi can tell that Rantaro is frustrated as they make their way back to the hotel, mostly because Rantaro doesn’t speak, and when they do return to their hotel room, he disappears into the bathroom for half an hour.

You’d think Rantaro would realise Kokichi knows him better than that by now, though. He gives Rantaro his sulk time alone in the bathroom, because he’s earned it, but when it reaches the twenty eight minute mark, Kokichi decides he’s had enough. He picks up a hacky sack from his luggage and throws it against the bathroom door with a loud thwap.

The sack hits the floor. Then the door opens, revealing Rantaro, who looks… a bit out of it, but his eyes are dry. No tears in there. How annoying. It’s fine if he wants to hide away from Kokichi, but he has to at least emote about it if he’s going to.

“Sorry, was I taking too long?”

“Yeah. I have to pee.”

Rantaro’s eyes dart down to the carpet. “Sorry.”

That isn’t really the reaction Kokichi was hoping for. He gets to his feet, pouting as he pads across the hotel room to stand in front of his friend. Rantaro starts to vacate the bathroom, but Kokichi lifts an arm and puts his hand on the doorframe, caging him in.

“It’s fine. That was just a lie.” Kokichi frowns as he says it, raising an eyebrow at Rantaro, who barely seems to react to that information beyond exhaling and giving the slightest of nods.

It doesn’t seem like Rantaro is planning on saying anything. This really is so annoying. Looks like Kokichi has to do all the damn work around here.

“What are you waiting for, Amami-chan?”

“Uh…” Rantaro looks at Kokichi’s arm. “You to move?”

Kokichi exhales. “No, I mean… it’s been a shitty week and we didn’t even find your sister for it. What are you waiting for? Go on, cry.”

It seems to take Rantaro off guard, because when he opens his mouth to respond, nothing comes out. He just blinks, staring at Kokichi in disbelief, and then slowly closes his lips. Swallows audibly. When his lower lip begins to tremble, Kokichi doesn’t say a word. He does, however, lower his hand from the doorframe.

Rantaro is tall, significantly taller than Kokichi, so when he slumps forward, his curls falling into his eyes, Kokichi has to sort of reach up to catch him, arms looping around Rantaro’s neck. He lets the other man drop into him, his hands meeting at the top of Rantaro’s spine, closing his eyes as he hears quiet, restrained sobs start to spill into his shirt.

Kokichi doesn’t say anything. There’s not really anything to say, at least not while Rantaro is crying. He’ll surely be embarrassed that this happened later. Maybe even already is. Kokichi will let him take the lead when the time comes, whether he wants to talk about it or not.

He just couldn’t stand seeing Rantaro walking around like everything is fine, is all.

[samuelroukin]

twenty questions for fic writers!

tagged by @meyerlansky thank you 🙏

1. how many works do you have on ao3?

18..

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

294,445

3. what fandoms do you write for?

right now just cod 😔 i gotta write the third turn fic but the brainrot is strong

4. top five fics by kudos

limerence (i'll be your animal)

no face, no case

baptized in gunpowder

bliss in suffering

bite (this is war)

5. do you respond to comments?

sometimes it takes me a while bc i get Anxiety but i try to respond to all of them, it means so much that someone would take the time and i'd feel horrible not at least saying thanks

6. what is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

probably and i'm glad the world is ending bc well. nothing like knocking out the guy you just had weird sex with to make your escape.

7. what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

genuinely couldn't pick one, i think they all end on a pretty happy note? i don't always resolve Everything but i leave them in a spot where they can work out the details later if necessary lol

8. do you get hate on fics?

not to my face! i can think of a million reasons why i would, but everyone's been really niceys

9. do you write smut?

me??? write smut?? never.

10. craziest crossover:

i don't have any, and they're not really something i'm interested in so i'm unlikely to ever write one

11. have you ever had a fic stolen?

i don't think so, i'm not a big name author so unless it's just ai scraping i don't think anyone would bother

12. have you ever had a fic translated?

nope, not as far as i know! i do have one reader that used google translate bc they don't speak english tho

13. have you ever co-written a fic before?

nope, most i've done is discuss ideas and Options which is really fun, but i don't think actual co-writing is for me

14. all time favorite ship?

i don't think any ship i've liked has ever had the grip on me that soapghost has 💀

15. what's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

at this point it's looking like part three of the simleb fics but i WILL get to it. i will. i can't abandon my boys. there's also the one with gaz overhearing soapghost and relaying the details to price which i still like but it needs Something and i couldn't put my finger on it

16. what are your writing strengths?

smut. i think i'm alright at setting tone as well, and i like to think i'm ok at building up tension

17. what are your writing weaknesses?

i'm terrible at dialogue and pacing. set descriptions too, i never know how much detail to put in vs letting readers fill in the blanks. i also don't really know how to describe it but i feel like my fics read less like a book and more like a script. and i get pointlessly, annoyingly wordy to say something that could be said in like two sentences lmao. add to that abuse and misuse of punctuation marks and it really is a mess lmao

18. thoughts on dialogue in another language?

i don't like it generally speaking unless it's a word or two. i've used it once or twice tho dkjfhjkhst. it depends on the Why i guess, but if they're speaking another language together (as in one or more characters understand what's being said) i think it's better to be like 'he switched to dutch' and then use italics to go "Okay, this is what's happening, don't let them catch on." instead of writing the language

19. first fandom you wrote in?

i think it was death note? maybe something for a band before that, i'm not sure tbh

20. favorite fic you've written?

miannach my beloved 🙏 it's not perfect but i had a lot of fun with the magic and the crack taken seriously while still also being a little funny, plus it has one of my fave smut scenes i've written

tagging @bayonettotheheart @brotherdusk @meduseld @c4tto626 @ferindencadash only if u want ofc 🫡

[booksandpaperss]

tell me about both of the sskk wips please

I was hoping you’d ask about those <3

for the post singularity sskk:

I was actually planning to straight up gift you this one whenever I got around to finishing it! I imagine it will be a 2-3k type oneshot when it’s finished (unless I get carried away), basically I wanted to explore how I picture their relationship directly after defeating the singularity together. it’s a getting together fic, atsushi pov, and it’s making me feel all soft just thinking abt it LMAO

here’s the summary:

In the aftermath of, well, everything, Atsushi is horrified to find that he no longer hates Akutugawa. Like, at all. 

and a snippet of dialogue bc I’m so niceys to you:

“Why did you hesitate?”  “Are you serious? How was any of what we just did hesitating–” “No, you absolute fool. I mean earlier, when you fought me. You could’ve won, you had a clear shot, but you didn’t take it. Why?”  “...I didn’t realize you remembered any of that.”

for the one where they try to set up skk:

this one would definitely be chaptered, and I actually have the whole thing fully outlined and it’s way more detailed than I remebered making it lolll

it’s in a sort step by step guide type structure, currently titled something along the lines of “atsushi’s harrowing step by step struggle of trying to get his mentor back with his (more or less out of his league and also vaguely terrifying) ex boyfriend”

the concept is mostly crack and humor w some character study mixed in, and despite the premise it’s much more shin soukoku than soukoku focused 🙏 skk is mostly the plot device here and also I wanted sskk to clown on them

here’s the summary:

Dazai’s birthday is coming up, which Atsushi only found out by asking Ranpo mind you, and he really wants to do something nice for his mentor (despite how insufferable he can be). The only problem is that everytime anyone from the ADA actually tries to do something nice for Dazai, or even compliment him, he gets this really strange blank look on his face before either turning around and walking away or just fully ignoring that the gesture even happened. Atsushi is determined though, so he decides he needs to take the indirect approach, and forms a temporary alliance with Akutugawa to help Dazai get back together with his ex from the port mafia that he’s so clearly not over. This… goes about as well as one might expect it too.  Or, the one where Atsushi and Akutagawa, in an attempt to matchmake their emotionally constipated mentors, accidentally matchmake themselves (instead). 

and since the summary is lengthy as it is I technically don’t need to give u a snippet but I will anyway bc I know u are desperate 🫶

Kyouka does a single blink, and then says something even worse, somehow. “Is this about Akutagawa-san?”  “What?” Atsushi nearly pinwheels backwards before he manages to reign himself in (with Kunikida sending him a dirty look), because how did she know? Not that– well yes he was technically thinking about Akutagawa, but it was purely for practical reasons! If he was going to set Dazai up with someone from the port mafia, then he was going to need someone from the port mafia. And it just so happened that Akutagawa was who he most comf– ah, the only person he could feasibly reach out to. Really, Akutagawa was Atsushi’s only option. That was the only reason he was thinking about him at the moment.  

okay I hope that satisfies you for now bc I have no earthly clue when these will actually be out. mwah 🫶🫶

[msanimedolphin]

~Back In The Game~

~Chapter Thirty-Two ~

-Masterlist-

What happens when a girl who loves volleyball joins a boys' volleyball club? Does she find love? Will she relive her past or move forward? Join (L/N) (Y/N) on a journey with fun twists and turns.

I don't own Haikyuu or any of the characters.

-Last Time-

“You sure do have a big appetite today, Suga.” Ashai points out.

“Oh? I’ve got work to do, so I need to be sure I eat enough.” Suga replies, which earns knowing looks from Asahi and Daichi.

-Karasuno General Sports Park, Dormitory-

“So! In two days, we’re supposed to have a showdown with the legendary Karasuno High School, right? Now, the big question I have about our (supposedly) fated rivals is… do they or don’t they have a hot chick for a manager?! I bet one Haagen-Dazs that they don’t have one!!” A boy with a blonde mohawk says.

“Aww! I think it would be cool if they had one, so I’ll bet one Haagen-Dazs that they do!” A boy with brown hair that is spiked upwards replies.

“I’ll bet one too!” A boy with jet-black hair adds.

“Whaaa?! Don’t you two have any brains?! We don’t have a hot chick manager, so they shouldn’t either! The only way I’ll forgive them if they do is if she’s as hairy and ugly as a gorilla! But on the teen-tiny off chance that they have a super-hot, gorgeous supermodel of a manager, I won’t forgive them for the rest of my life!!”

‘He’s crying…’ The other two boys think.

“You’d better be ready, Karasuno!! I’ll make you pay!!” The boy yells out the window.

“Shut up, Yamamoto!!” Kuroo scolds the boy with the blonde mohawk.

“Hey, Kenma! What do you think?” Yamamoto asks.

“Meh? Don't really care either way.”

“Eeh! I figured you’d say that.”

“Still…I’m kinda looking forward to it. Our game with Karasuno.”

“?!” Everyone looks at Kenma surprised except Kuroo.

“What?! Mr. No-Enthusiasm-For-Anything himself is looking forward to a game?!” Yamamoto asks.

“Yamamoto, if you have this much energy left, do you want me to give you extra laps?” Kuroo asks.

“Urk! My bad…”

-The Next Day, With Karasuno-

“Okay!” Ukai begins. “This will be our starting lineup for the game against Nekoma.” He says referring to the boys on the court.

-Daichi(Wing Spiker) Hinata(Middle Blocker) Tanaka(Wing Spiker),

Asahi(Wing Spiker) Tsukishima(Middle Blocker) Nishinoya(Libero)

You look at the boys on the sideline. Yamaguchi looks sad, Suga is trying to look unbothered but you can see through it, and the remaining three second years don’t look surprised. You want to encourage the five of them but Ukai continues speaking.

“I know most of you have only just met, so I’m not expecting you to be in sync right off the bat. I hear there was even some kind of trouble between you guys before I got here.” He glances at Asahi and Noya. “Anyway! Just because we have a talented libero now…and our Ace is back…doesn’t mean we’re going to go out and start winning everything. The team that wins…is the one that stays connected the longest. How well you guys pull that off…will determined in the Crows vs. Cats game.”

“Yes, Coach!” Everyone calls out.

“Just getting the chance to practice a real game was no easy feat.” Ukai begins and points to Takeda. “Be sure to thank your advisor for all his hard work.”

“?! W-Wha?! N-No, I haven’t…” Takeda stutters.

“Thank you very much!!” Everyone says before they start cleaning.

Asahi is standing and watching Tanaka and Ennoshita talk as they sweep. Noya is behind him.

“Asahi-san!” Noya says, causing the Ace to jump.

“Yeah…?” Asahi responds hesitantly as he looks behind him at Noya.

“...” Noya looks at him. “Never mind Suga… you’d better not be feeling sorry for Ennoshita too.”

“ULG!”

“Wha?!” Ennoshita responds having heard Noya.

“This isn’t a game of nicey-nice, y’know!” Noya starts. “The best player gets to be out on the court! Period! That’s the way it goes!”

“Noya…Let’s just drop it…” You say, trying to avoid another big fight.

“Um…” Asahi looks at Ennoshita.

“W-Well…” Ennoshita begins. “To be honest…It isn’t as if I’ve been giving my all to the club this entire time either.”

“Huh?” You say quietly.

“I did run away that one time. So um…”

“??” You, Hinata, and Kageyama look at Ennoshita in confusion.

“When you get stronger and better than Asahi-san, then you’ll get to steal that starting spot from him fair and square!” Noya declares. “Right, Chikara?”

“Huh?!” Ennoshita stiffens. “W-Wait, I didn’t say that—”

“Oh yeah. That’s right. If anybody’s gonna lose their spot to you, it’s gonna be Ryuu.”

“?! W-What?! Y-You’re on, punk!” Tanaka yells. “B-Bring it on, bruh!! I can take you!”

“Nishinoya, please stop that…” Ennoshita says, shoving his hand in Noya’s face.

-After Dinner-

Hinata and Kageyama enter the room.

“Aah, that was good. I’m stuffed–GAH!!” Hinata says before seeing what’s going on in the room. “The second years are setting everything up!”

“We’ll do that for you.” Kageyama says as he and Hinata rush over to the second years. Hinata grabs the blankets and pillows from Ennoshita.

“Huh? No, that’s okay!”

“Is everything okay in here?” You ask as you stand in the doorway.

“(Y/N)?” Ennoshita looks at you. “Yeah. Everything is fine.”

“Okay. I just wanted to make sure.” You say. You notice that they are setting up the futons. “Here, let me help you guys.”

“Oh! I-It’s okay, (Y/N). We got it.” Ennoshita says.

“It wasn’t a question.” You smirk. You’re straightening out the futon when Hinata speaks.

“Um, Ennoshita-san…?” The second year looks at him. “I kinda overheard you talking to Asahi-san and Noya-san earlier…”

“You did? So you heard the part about how we ran away, huh.” Ennoshita says embarrassed. “Last year…You heard that Coach Ukai came back for a short while, right?” He asks. “The older one. Not the Coach we have now.” He clarifies.

“Yeah.” You, Hinata, and Kageyama say.

“Well…And this is going to sound really pathetic, but…there were a handful of us who just couldn’t handle practices anymore.” You, Hinata, and Kageyama sit down with you in the middle. “Our captain was an easygoing guy, and we all took advantage of that. But when Coach Ukai arrived, what used to be a just-for-fun club suddenly turned into a serious, in-it-to-win-it team.”

“For those of us who’d gotten comfortable with the old way, it was a shock, to say the least. So…we ran away.” Narita added.

“Soon we all started to miss the game, and we came back. But by that point, Coach Ukai had left again.” Ennoshita explained. You remember Keishin telling you about his gramps collapsing and ending up in the hospital.

“The team has never been all that big. So when we came back, Sugawara-san turned a blind eye to what we did and let us rejoin.” Narita says.

“We’re all pretty pathetic for second years…” Ennoshita says. “But since we’re here, we’re going to work hard and do our best not to let you rookies get ahead of us. So, um…we’re going to try and give you a run for those starting spots fair and square. Okay?”

“Yessir!” Hinata and Kageyama say.

Ennoshita, Narita, and Kinoshita get their bath stuff and start heading toward the bath. You stop them out in the hall.

“Wait up!” You shout at them. They stop and turn to look at you.

“What’s up, (Y/N)?” Ennoshtia asks.

“I just wanted to let you guys know that I’m really happy you guys came back to the team.” They look at you shocked. “I know how hard of a decision it is to come back. I won’t go into details but I left volleyball for a bit and getting up the nerve to come back was tough. But I’m glad I did.” You finish with a smile. The boys are shocked and are unable to find the words to say. The four of you stand there not saying anything until it becomes awkward. “Well…” You begin, breaking the awkward silence. “...I’m going to go say bye to Hinata and Kageyama. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” You say as you turn and head back to the room where the two first years are.

“(Y/N)!” Ennoshita exclaims.

“?” You look back at the boys.

“Thank you!” All three say as they bow.

“!!” You’re shocked until a smile spreads across your face. “I meant what I said.” You say before continuing to your destination. You’re about to go into the room when you hear Kageyama ask Hinata a question.

“What’re you staring off into nothing for?”

“...It’s kinda obvious…that not everybody on the team will get to play in a game. But…everybody’s working really hard in hopes of getting called on to start.”

“...”

“The only reason that I get to play is cuz you’re setting. I hate to say it, but there’s no way I would’ve gotten this spot on my own.”

“...”

Hinata quickly stands up, startling Kageayma. Hinata starts screaming and running.

“?! Where are you going?!” Kageyama yells.

“To take a bath! And then I’m gonna go to sleep! And get up even earlier tomorrow morning!!”

“!!” Kageyama starts running after him.

“...” You stand in the doorway as they run past you, not even noticing you.

“Hey!! Dang it, no fair!! You got a head start!!” Kageyama yells as he runs past Tsukishima and Yamaguchi.

“I can understand early practice…but why race to the baths? That’s stupid.” Tsukishima questions with a look of disgust as he watches the two of them race.

“Ugh. Just watching them makes me tired.” Yamaguchi says before yawning.

“Hey guys!” You say getting Tsukishima and Yamaguchi’s attention.

“Oh! Hey (Y/N)!” Yamaguchi replies as Tsukishima just looks at you. “What’re you still doing here?”

“I was finishing a few chores and then listened to a story about the second years. I talked to them and then went to say goodbye to Hinata and Kageyama but they raced off to the baths.” You explain. “So, what are you guys up to?”

“Getting ready to bead to the baths, obviously.” Tsukishima remarks. You roll your eyes at him.

“Are you guys excited to go up against Nekoma?” You ask.

“It’s just a practice game.” Tsukishima replies.

“Well, I’m excited!” Yamaguchi says happily. You smile at him. 

“I know you guys will do great. I believe in you guys.” You smile. Yamaguchi blushes and Tsukishima’s ears turn the slightest bit pinker. “Well, I better let you guys get on your way. Don’t want the other two to use all the hot water.” You say as you begin to walk away. “See ya guys tomorrow!” You wave.

~To Be Continued~

[aroace-poly-show]

hellloooooo lovely meowtual may you please talk about hw tsukasa?!?!? as per ur request

hehehehhe. you guys are so so niceys to me btw. cries

awawawa so tsukasa tenma. world future star. he isn’t too different from canon tbh. he’s still loud as always, got that high ego, got those memory issues and everything. his past isn’t much different from canon either. his goal to be a star still came from wanting to make people smile like shows made saki smile, but he forgets that, etc etc you get how it goes. but yknow. n25 swap. he isn’t doing great.

he tends to set high standards for himself, and he’s been trying really hard to get into the acting scene, but it hasn’t been going well. the constant failures have slowly but surely been weighing on him. he’s got a lot of frustration building up, and all that has definitely hit him in the self esteem department *just a tad*, but he does not acknowledge that! cause of course he doesn’t. he’s tsukasa tenma, he’s going to be a star! a star like him doesn’t have time to worry about stuff like that. all he needs to do is keep pushing forward, keep trying harder and harder, just don’t think about the past and all the constant setbacks and he’ll be fine! probably. he has to be fine after all. what kind of a star would he be if he wasn’t?

saki and toya do notice smth’s up with him, saki especially, but tsukasa being tsukasa he lies to them, both intentionally and unintentionally. by that i mean like. like he genuinely Does Not Know he’s not fine. he is just avoiding thinking about his own negative feelings too much, so he just does not fucking realize. when he’s confronted with the idea that he might not actually be perfectly fine, he’s genuinely confused. so when he’s asked if he’s okay, he says yes, because he’s sure he is. and sure sometimes he gets a little down, and he does intentionally lie to them those times, but its simply nothing his siblings need to worry about, so there’s no point in telling them! they don’t need to know, cause he’ll be okay! he can deal with it on his own, he *has* to deal with it on his own, he’ll (repress it) get over it soon enough! no need to worry them :)

like i mentioned, tsukasa’s also the only one still actively doing theater at the time of the main story. he loves it, he’s dedicated to it, he hasn’t given up on it yet. and he gets to be the one to get hw back into it. yayayayay. i like to think hw is very fond of him, like rui and nene were w/ emu. here’s another one of their group who holds so much passion for theater and loves it, and who hasn’t given up on it. they believe in him. its like living vicariously through him. yk. they might not know each other too well yet, but they hope it goes well for him.

and like idk but the thing about tsukasa and theater is that its So important to him, he’s devoted so much of his life to it, he can’t see himself doing anything else. he doesn’t have a driving motivation for it, he can’t remember it, but all he’s sure of is that he has to reach this goal. so like. when faced with the idea that maybe he *isn’t* good enough to become a star like he wants to, its terrifying to him. so he just. doesn’t think about that. every failed audition, every rejection, every setback is a reminder of that though. main story gets him to his last straw. which is fun!

again. main story ideas are giving me trouble. and i’m still figuring stuff out. so not elaborating too much on what happens. but after a series of events tsukasa remembers and gets the rest of hw on board w/ trying to do shows again. cause like, again they don’t know each other that well but tsukasa does care about them, he wants to make people smile and his friends are included in that. he wants them to enjoy shows again. he wants his friends happy. and w/ enough persuasion hw joins him and yayy they become a theater troupe. yippee :3 

i might have more thoughts to add later. idk. i’d add a fun facts section but i already mentioned everything i had for him in past posts jdhfgdfjkgl

[datastate]

onto chapter 8!

GIRL THIS IS NO WAY YOU JUST "LEAVING THAT ASIDE!" REFERENCING YOUR PARENTS' DEATHS. she is going to kill me i'm being so serious

he's too silly oh my god. i hate to say it but i do this exact same shit whenever my siblings are going on trips alone...

also i thought for a moment that miharu was just putting his arms on his waist like this (IT WAS HIS DUMB HOODIE <3)

^ i like them.

you know what that means tobari. if you die there better be some fucked up resurrection shit, okay? don't lose all of banten's stuff... (though he'll probably. give info to miharu i expect...

so hopeful... it is interesting seeing the regenerative properties though :'3 god i hope miharu doesn't end up overly relying on it...

raimei's reaction to it too... god i need to. shake them around in a glass jar like bugs, okay? for their health.

oho... i haven't got much to say here either, but i am very curious if there's a personal connection here, which would make. well. the destruction of some of the banten info devastating, huh...

OH...?

:'] it really is unfortunate that she's right - his reaction would probably just be to. accept that and move forward regardless </333 gwahhh... raimei it's okay. you can still be friends even if you intend to get something out of it all... it's not like you'll betray him right? right! it's fine..... (i really do like characters whose attachments crop up unexpectedly though <3)

HELP. ASKING HIM STRAIGHT UP? & he still manages to slip away with no more than a few dots...

RAIMEI. LOOKS AT YOU SO SWEETLY... so little is left but that little still pushes you forward huh...

be niceys to him he is literally the bearer of good news and infodumps

i initially misread this to be "kumohira-sensei will be in trouble" and i was going to gasp for good reasons but then i reread when i saw him lock the door just to make sure (to see if he was doing it for tobari to force him to be uninvolved) and i was like Oh. oh no.

god this sequence is so. just sad to see. but also, buddy you don't have to explain that things went wrong in your life like this; that's pretty clear from you attacking a 14 year old for his. blood.

THE PERSPECTIVE'S SO GOOD 🔥

trembles. is this a case of shared daisho but instead of a tanto it's two full swords... each grown into their own..... (she might've actually mentioned the make of her sword before but shhh shhh let me stare at blades)

RAIMEI... ;_; augh the rest of the scene being obscured with smoke & fire is just. so good. the composition for these scenes always makes me insane... i need to hug her. this is so good; her only real opportunity to take the information &, i'd assume, do what she couldn't manage before (in the sense of, turning her blade against her brother)

also. raises my hand. yuhki kamatani why are there so many older brothers who kill their parents in your story. would you like to talk 🎤

please let me hug her.

i love them so much. nothing more to add really, i'm just glad this was cleared up sooner rather than later, you know...? it's nice to lay the groundwork... it's also cute seeing raimei as the embarrassed one by that, but poor koichi though aegaha <3

just. in general, this was a really good chapter for fleshing out raimei's character further :'] she has such a strong presence in the story so far and i'm having a joyous time & genuinely can't wait to read further into her as it carries on... i think, so far, she's probably my favorite character!!! i'm always weak for characters who are pushing themselves forward solely because there's nowhere else that'll take them, but the fact that she's bound herself to miharu's journey for this, it really does get to me... it's sort of like. finally finding a home that isn't stationary, which is probably something difficult for her at this point too. it's a waypoint amidst all else where she really had to drive herself & come up with others who were allies, but not friends as miharu, presumably, would be fine with or even want to be...

i'm very excited to see how her conflict w her brother comes to a head... and what she'll have to do with herself after her burden's finally released :'] aghhh... my poorest beast.

ALSO YOITE. YOITE. YOITE :-) I'M SO SCARED BUT I'M EXCITED TO SEE HIM AGAINNN

[ratgingi]

hiii pls infodump about outis maybe??? i have been looking around ur blog for info about him but i havent found much 😔 /lh

HI HELLO im glad ur interested in the fish man...... hes lowkey criminally underdeveloped in a lot of ways but i do have a few things i havent shared before i think

1. some physical stuff about him is that i generally put him around adverage height (like 5'7"/5'8" or so) and hes pretty sturdy. it takes a lot to knock him around but he will usually let people lile drag/move him places if they want to

2. hes kinda strong (can generally lift people/heavy objects with ease) but also very gentle and will usually refuse to do so because he gets afraid he will drop them. he forgets hes holding things sometimes no matter how obvious and in his face the thing is. if you ask him to hold something he will put all his focus on remembering he is holding That Thing and blank out until its taken from him

3. hes had his turtles for a number of years (like before moving to dt, since hes lived with his parents) and he wanted to name them things relating to their scientific species names but his parents told him to be normal so they got named after ninja turtle colors instead

4. while the gentleness is partially because of his anxiety and his not wanting to upset anyone he is also just generally a gentle guy. hes very conscious of other peoples (and animals) feelings and boundaries and the last thing he wants to do is accidentally hurt somebody. hes very niceys

5. he will give literally everybody benefit of the doubt. he believes that generally most people are just trying their best and its pretty much impossible to get him to snap at anyone. even in his route, when the player would be able to be mean to him, he would always respond kindly no matter what they said or did. if a person genuinely irks him he just doesnt hang around them anymore hed rather die than get on someones case about something

6. despite it all i wouldnt really call him a push over, more just. hopelessly optimistic about the world around him. his brain is constantly telling him that everything and everyone is scary and wants him to explode so he has to tell himself that isnt true in order to function, even if that results in worse situations for himself sometimes

7. in his route you would in fact get to meet his turtles and the fish in his fishtank. you would also give him the opportunity to introduce you to each one via name, species, natural habitat, and more if you so choose

8. i Think ive mentioned it before but he is in fact a bit hard of hearing. because of this he talks a little louder. its also why he misses information sometimes, because he gets too scared of asking people to repeat themselves for him. a little sad when one of his favorite activities when around someone hes comfy with is listening to them talk

9. he can come off a bit ditzy but he is genuinely pretty intelligent, he just doesnt really use his braincells for things that dont actively interest him in some way

10. he picked his name because he went through a phase when he was just kinda messing around with his identity where he was interested in mythology (starting with more water-based things and growing from there), he clicked with the name and asked some of his friends to start calling him by that and it just stuck. if you directly asked him anything about mythology nowadays he probably wouldnt have much to say but if it just randomly comes up in a convo he will probably infodump about it some without really thinking abt it

11. speaking of his name he has a little script memorized of how its spelled where it comes from and what it means because hes used to having to explain it to friends/family

12. he mostly got top surgery for back related issues, hes generally pretty happy with his body. he would however give himself gills given the chance

13. he likes holding hands and hugging onto people but will only do it if you clearly tell him to his face that it is 100% okay to do so otherwise he will never touch you in a million years. there would probably be dialogue options in his route where the player can give him permission to do so and stuff implying theyre actively holding hands and stuff

14. there would be an option for the player to lie and tell him theyre a sea monster. he would think it was very cool and proceed to infodump about some of that water beast knowledge he knows

15. he does have a stutter, i wouldnt really say its Because of his anxiety but the anxiety certainly doesnt help. it mostly causes him to repeat words, but he also struggles with L's, Y's, and R's occasionally.

16. his font is harlow solid italic and his associated color is #FF8776

bonus have a doodle of him

[moomingitz]

I really don't see what's so special about Helen from Sonic X. When I see her and fans say how she should have been protagonist instead of Chris all I think of is the character of Zoe from MLB and how she was used as stand-in for the show's creator to shit all over the character he hated. I don't want a repeat of Zoe no thank you.

You mean a character that would only exist in a story purely to serve as a replacement for a character that a lazy hack writer makes abundantly loud and clear that they're biased against and actively hate, and when suggested to just write 'said character better they make up every excuse not to as if the character is sentient and will stop them if they try? A character who doesn't really have any actual character flaws beyond just not believing in themselves enough or something and being so shy which is so endearing and kawaii UWU and don't you just want to protecc, because they're just too nice and timid, complete with having the most excessively cute and harmless looking character design you can think of? Like the Sonic franchise isn't already saturated with the Nicey-Nice Timid Moe Girl archetype.

And if the character the writer hates/is biased against is still present in the story, then the writer will beat the audience over the head by reminding them how evil and irredeemable they are, unlike the perfect little angel Messiah who can do no wrong and can't be corrupted. Whether it's through the writer doubling down on portraying the character they hate as cartoonishly evil to the point of flanderization, or they have their Messiah be the only one who will even tolerate them because they're just that pure of heart. Remember, neglected children with shitty parents are worse than terrorists or mass murderers, who don't deserve any empathy, and should be viewed and treated with less dignity than them. And don't you dare pin even a grain of blame on the shitty parents who messed up their child in the first place. They're just poor misunderstood adults who are just being held back by their little selfish demon child they chose to bring into the world! 😢 They shouldn't be held accountable for any of their shitty parenting, or lack of it. The abused or neglected child should have just sucked it up and dealt with it better, like the perfect little victim the writer certainly doesn't favor more.

A character that for whatever potential they legitimately have ends up undermining it by being used as a weapon against a character that a petty writer doesn't like, where their reasons for thinking they would make a better main character/protagonist pretty much boils down to them being 'unproblematic' or, "At least it's not the character I dislike!" As if there's something remarkable or special about a protagonist being nice. Complete with making unfair comparisons between two completely different life circumstances, downplaying the hated character's own problems or trauma to the point where I would unironically say it falls into victim blaming.

If that's what you're getting at, then yeah. Definitely.

But unlike Chloe, Chris wasn't a bully type character(hell he wasn't even a "mean" character, and Nelson and Lindsey weren't the biggest pieces of shit to ever exist(but they're still shitty parents with no business having kids). But still, when you actually look at Chris and Chloe's circumstances and upbringing(or again, lack of it), their actions make perfect sense.

Oh, but favortism towards certain characters to the point of not even hiding their biases in their writing decisions, to the point of being outwardly spiteful and mean spirited about it, is perfectly okay when they do it! They don't need to practice what they preach.

[faebriel]

Ur rainduo hunger games au is just chef’s kiss. It’s so good!!!

Like niki and wilbur being friends and then wilbur disappears and she thinks he’s dead but he’s not?? And then she’s like I need to win I need to get him out of here. She’s like I am so angry but I can not show it. Like????? And her burning the forest down really suits her (I’m thinking of her burning down l’mantree) and then she hates fire but her branding is now fire +girlboss and she’s just like noooo no thank u. I’ve seen enough fire in my lifetime.

And wilbur is like a shaken up soda bottle. The lid is on tight but that does not mean that the liquid is calm. All u need is to take the lid off and it will explode everywhere. Yeah.

Anyways i love this au it is so cool!!!!

YEAH niki is such a straightforward character and she doesn't suffer the timewasting and arrogance of politics compared to so many other characters and so when her name gets pulled, she knows her odds of making it are just too low and she can't be bothered bullshitting that. she's not going to get up there and prance around for the cameras and pretend that everything is okay. it's not okay. she's not even a good liar in the first place. she has her parents presumably back home and a few friends in 12 so there's not much she can do, but there's a certain point where she just can't bring herself to participate. and then she finds wilbur, and the entire situation flips.

he is depending on her!! niki made peace with the idea of her own death as soon as her name was called at the reaping but this is an entire tidal wave of emotions that she already cannot compute. like the worst kind of grief and anger and survivors guilt. and if she loses, no one will rescue him. no one will even know he's there. and then that too, that's gonna be her fault. and even then, she gets these flashes of absolute rage...

she's so fucking lucky she has jack as a mentor to remind her of exactly the right way to smile so they can't see how tightly you clench your jaw. hbomb giving her these intricate hand braces so she can't visibly clench her fists when she talks so sweetly about winning the games and going home to her friends and making her district proud. and then she gets back to the tribute living spaces and tears her room apart in a whirlwind of burning anger, and then stays up late putting every stupid knick knack back together in case rumours spread because she needs to keep her reputation as the Sweet, Kind, Nicey Nice Girl from district 12 intact to win over sponsors.

and yea the forest fire is fucking traumatising. i can't remember if this is a canon hunger games thing or if my brain saw some fanon eight years ago and is running with it but i imagine once you win the games they slap all that megahealing shit into you so she wakes up in some private capitol hospital room and, beyond what she even thought was possible, the burns are gone. and she doesn't even know how that works but they must have done a pretty shit job because she can still fucking feel the fire beneath her skin.

you won and you got out! she gets wilbur out. maybe. but it's only really after the games that she realises she's never gonna be able to go home again. she should feel relieved to be alive at least, but all she feels is burning and a miserable, endless pit in her chest instead.

A SHAKEN UP SODA BOTTLE..... you're so fucking right KSHKDHDKD. wilbur is v interesting to me because like.... i think there's a bitter and hurting part of him that still blames himself above anyone else for getting caught. but he's been here for seven years. he has seen some horrible shit happen. wilbur has a tendency for self-hatred but he's not massively easily manipulated until someone is pushing him towards something he already wanted (thinking of how dream treated him in pogtopia.)

i think niki being reaped is a tipping point for him. like, he's not stupid. he's walked into the last seven years of reapings going not niki, and then not niki, not fundy, and then not niki not fundy please god not tommy and so on. and then the worst outcome happens, and niki barely manages to survive but only by swallowing her own voice and going through some terrible shit. wilbur saw that, he got to see it on live TV while pouring wine and retrieving stupidly rich food for stupidly rich people while he remembers arguing with tommy about whether they could eat a possum because at the time, that was their best option. it is one thing for him to be here. he has accepted that as his own fault (even if he probably shouldn't). but shoving niki through the meatgrinder? his kind, clever niki, who (in wilbur's eyes) has done nothing wrong in her entire fucking life? something needs to change, and he will bend steel with his bare fucking hands to make it happen.

now, to figure out how to do all that and actually stay alive.

the thing with wilbur that always stands out to me is that he's a character in motion. he doesn't stop. i think after being captured and having his tongue cut out and being tortured, he would obviously suffer greatly - but he wouldn't stop. his voice meant everything to him, and even though it's physically gone, part of him so venerates its absence that he cannot stop himself from trying to sustain it, to "bring it back", even if it sounds different now. even if it's all locked away in his mind. now, that is where he keeps everything he wants to say. he keeps his mind sharp over those years - reciting the names and birthdays of his friends in 12 so he doesn't forget them, tracing words across the wall when he's supposed to be sleeping so his handwriting stays neat enough to read. he's waiting, he just doesn't know for what.

and then niki is reaped. that's what.

[thegeminisage]

tng update time!! we're back, baby. sunday we did "the masterpiece society" and "conundrum" and last night* we did "power play" and "ethics."

*by last night i mean earlier tonight, but i'm typing this at 1am and letting it post tomorrow

the masterpiece society: this one was okay. i was very endeared at first to this guy flirting RESPECFULLY with deanna after the ordeal of 3 rape scenes in one episode but then she shot him down and he kept flirting. WILL my misery never cease

that said, i like that picard was nice to her when she fessed up about fucking with him. i am so fond of saying "treat him really niceys" about data but perhaps we should also be treating DEANNA really niceys. instead of raping her repeatedly.

one hilarious detail i noticed about this episode was that they went out of their way to show us a lot of extras in this episode (sometimes we don't even get this many extras in ten forward scenes) and show us that the extras were. diverse. because if the society is "genetically engineered to perfection." and then you only show white people. THAT puts a whole new spin on things. i'm imagining some joker on the production team looking at a shot of mostly-white extras and frantically calling the casting director on the phone

i was EXTREMELY worried when they asked geordi to work with this woman but he was professional the whole time to my huge relief. actually, geordi had a little bit going on in this ep that i really enjoyed - when these "perfect" people kept implying he would have been aborted as a fetus in their society he gave as good as he got EVERY time and his blind ass DID in fact wind up saving all their lives and GOOD FOR HIM!

i dont really get what the big deal is about 23 people leaving = destroying their society. if you can't plann for people being out then it's your managerial skills that need work. also, they were kinda freaks, so maybe they needed to have their little cult broken up. sorry

conundrum: EPISODES FOR MEEEEE. this episode was just like tabula rasa, except this predates tabula rasa, so really tabula rasa is just like IT. anyway, amnesia. i was gleefully rubbing my hands together the entire time

hands down funniest bit was everyone just assuming worf is captain despite the fact that he's bloodthirsty and insane but the second funniest bit was data the bartender. "where's the android?" "serving drinks in ten forward." "[as data speed types] you must have been one hell of a bartender." 10/10 no notes

also his little chess game with deanna!! wah.

actually no the other funny bit was riker lowkey running around on deanna with ro. and i abslutely LOOOVED he and deanna being flirty with each other. it's ABOUT TIME we got some real food. it's been so sexless up til now that all she did was play with his hair a little and we both went bananas

and then the scene at the END? riker more flustered than we've EVER seen him and these two ladies ganging up on him...mwah. 10/10 perfect.

the villain this episode was good. when he first showed up cathy was like who tf is that and i was like idk some rando im sure he doesnt matter but then the computer named him first officer and it was like !!!!!!!!!!!! they tricked me !!! it's a VERY rare day when tng manages to trick me i was so pleased. i do kinda wish they hadn't theo teennwolfed him though (made everyone else a bit dumber to make him seem smart)

power play: deannna was so hot in this episode she should play male characters more often

i really REALLY wish i had been riker deanna and worf that had been possessed. data's not as much fun when he's someone else and not data. obrien could have come too if he wanted though i guess

PLEASE do not tell rosalind chao to shut her baby up. the last time someone told anyone to shut a baby up in a property she happened to be acting in. well. mash fans know. they know.

i genuinely believed those guys were ghosts until the last second. probably because prisoners makes no sense. also, i think prison for 500 years is too much. can we not just let them die

i love when possessed data tried to prove worf and worf was like lol no. he knows data is 10x stronger than him lmao

i wish guinan had been in this episode it's been ages and i miss her

after how tense and fun the beginning was the end and middle of this episode were kind of anticlimactic. still, it was fun and so it gets a pass. more people should get possessed on the enterprise

WHY DO I ONLY GET 4K CHARACTERS PER TEXT BLOCK staff i'll fucking kill you. anyway

ethics: RIKER/WORF/DEANNA IS REAL IT HAPPENED ON MY COMPUTER SCREEN!

ok, first of all, sorry i have to go ahead and get this out of the way before i get to the good stuff, picard advocating for assisted suicide is NNNOT his best look. in fact it's literally such a fucking bad look. actually. uhh tw for talk of suicide here on down

i understand what they were trying to do. they wanted to present both sides of the ethical dilemma here "equally." but there are some problems with this. firstly, in the real world, assisted suicide is for people with like. terminal illness. worf was fine. yes, he was paralyzed, but he was healthy and had the change to regain a great deal of his mobility. so picard already looks like an asshole because he's advocating for a disabled person killing themselves because they "can't" adjust to the loss.

SECONDLY, the use of "can't" was very poorly done here. if picard had said, worf is too stubborn to change his beliefs, he WON'T adjust to this because he will refuse to try, that would be a LOT BETTER than saying "worf CAN'T adjust to this, it's too many lifelong values to change."

and finally, if we really wanted to be "equal" about the debate, it wouldn't be about worf's ability or inability to adjust to being disabled, it would be about his BELIEFS. like his society and heritage, which he cherishes so deeply because he felt disconnected from it for so much of his life. instead picard was just like "worf is way too much of a pussy to do this just let him die lmao"

like he seriously tried to persuade will to KILL WORF. worse, to help worf kill himself!! JUST BECAUSE WORF WAS DISABLED. he even guilted riker about it: "he wouldn't have asked if he didn't know he could count on you." girl what the FUCK

ok anyway, speaking of will: his reaction here was so strong i wonder if he knew someone who'd killed themselves before. NOT that i'm complaining about a strong reaction. FINALLY we are getting some solid worf/riker Content. maybe asking your commanding officer to kill you is romance or whatever. i loved their argument to little bitty pieces. compare to: riker in tears next to deanna's sickbay bed. ooough i am eating. according to the wiki they actually cut a scene of nose-to-nose yelling and i'm mad about it. LET THEM PUT THEIR FACES TOGETHER. give me something to live for

deanna in this episode too. her kneeling by the fallen worf and murmuring "let me help you." her making him talk to his son. him BASICALLY asking her to be his kid's new adoptive parent should he kick it

oh speaking of alexander. he said some really troubling things this episode. such as, "my mom always said klingons had dumb ideas about honor" and "i don't care about being klingon." HIS MOTHER WAS RACIST..............if alexander decides the klingon ways aren't for him that's fine but that should be a choice HE GETS TO MAKE what an insane way to be raised. meanwhile people are out here calling worf a deadbeat and he put aside his suicide plan for alexander specifically

other shocking things about this episode: beverly was sooooo good actually. she was channeling bones energy in her fury and i mean that as the highest possible compliment. that other doctor quite literally KILLED A PATIENT because she's so sketchy and focused on her own glory "oh i need tokeep a professional detachment" YEAH SO YOU DON'T FEEL GUILTY ABOUT KILLING PEOPLE. bones would have torn her limb for limb and i'm very glad beverly did too. i just don't understand why she was allowed to like leave the ship and go back to practicing medicine. she should have her medical liscene revoked. was this too also in the name of "both sides" of the debate girl this isn't fox news she KILLED A PATIENT for her own personal gain just space her ass!

the fake-out with worf dying was expected but them faking us out for so LONG was a surprise. i was like how are they gonna get him out of this one and it's literally the klingon anatomy. double of eeeeeverrrything. wow that sure is something. funny that worf has ridges on sooo many places. love that it took until season 5 to see it

also, that surgery scene was GROSS. im not normally squeamish but that little worm thingy they put into him looked awful

devastated there was no worf/riker reunuion at the end but other than that and picard and that other dr lady not getting fired it was extremely good. one of my favs so far i think actually.

tonight: "the outcast" and "cause and effect." i've started spoiling myself w/ episode summaries in order not to get surprised by 3 rape scenes in a row again and ik what both of these are about and im soooo excited for it

[baldinar]

Hello!!!! Loooove your blog, love your commitment to leaving positive messages on all of your reblogs (I posted a few gc things as frankenswhy and you were always my only intended public and I love you for that), you're soooo nicey

I wanted to interact so I will make you the most boring questions ever aha <3 did you ever play grand chase for computer? What were your favorite playable characters?

glad to know you're doing well!! we always get worried when we don't see certain blogs post for a while--- didn't know you had another blog!

the above is a half-joking rendition of our response to seeing your ask, because we are very happy to know you are okay lol

and as for our tags, as artists that have dealt with some pretty shit self-esteem issues, we know how much it can mean to get a nice comment on a piece of art. that's a big part of why we try so hard to make it clear that we love what we see!

this fandom is quiet, as it stands, but it would be deader than a ghost town without fanartists, so we're always happy to make sure y'all know we love your art!

we have yet to form a proper opinion on ai since we've been having really bad chronic pain issues and GCC is miserably bad for that, but she seems fun so far.

in all honesty though, during the game's original release, we got almost everyone to level 60, and everyone had fourth job before the servers went down in 2015! one day we hope to reach that point in GCC as well, but idk how likely that is with us working full time in manufacturing.

i think a big part of gc's charm too is that most characters have something fun about them to enjoy! learning how each character moves, as well as how their combos affect enemies around them, as well as just getting to enjoy their aesthetic (and sometimes the lack of it) is so charming!

other favorites we've enjoyed over the years are: lire, arme, lass, ley, and mari! but again: the fun of gc is getting to figure out each character! we poured sooo much time into playing this game between 2008-2015, so!!!

also imo as someone whose special interest is this game, we could literally get the most basic bitch questions and enjoy them because aaa i just love this game so much, you know??

thanks for popping an ask in the box~ <3

-vair

[sailorzakuro]

SCD 2020 - Week 5 Thoughts

Forgot to do a song and dance list this week but I barely knew most of the songs so thought it wouldn’t have been interesting anyway week 5 fake Blackpool week let’s go! 😂.

Bill and Oti - I have to say Bill’s definitely keeping the consistency in his ballroom but idk if it was completely amazing? I feel bad saying that cos I LOVE HIM but I felt his upper body lacked a lot of shaping. On his openings his shoulders looked hunched forward to me which gave it a sort of Mortal Kombat character menu pose look? That’s been something I noticed in his Triple Cha and I think if he were to push his shoulders back he’d create a more elegant shape. His footwork was great though, he as always had a good sense of rhythm and seemed to glide across the floor really nicely! Just the upper body needs work IMO 😂.

Maisie and Gorka - I KNOW I LIKE TO BE REALLY PICKY ABOUT MAISIE COS I DON’T REALLY LIKE HER AND I FEEL ICKY THAT SHE’S A FEW MONTHS YOUNGER THAN ME AND DANCING WITH A 30 YEAR OLD MAN but honestly apart from that bad lift landing this was pretty much perfect 😂. Maybe overall it could be cleaned up a little but she had a great use of dynamics, really nice hip action and flow through her moves, and brave af going into those lifts 😂. Especially that second one like I had to do something similar for my GCSE dance and I was just going off the floor she only had Gorka’s fucking knee to rely on so well done there 😂.

JJ and Amy - BALLROOM JJ IS BACK YAAAAY I always love his ballroom 😂. He definitely nailed the style of the Quickstep with his super springy steps and perfect timing, and his hold is consistently really nice. I would say maybe to brighten it up a bit he could add some sharper dynamics just to perform some moves a little bit more, but it was really good!

Clara and Aljaz - Oh rip Clara rip 😭. Samba can be a bitch we all know this but I feel so bad for her 😭. She seemed to really lose her energy about half way through and then a lot of her moves just looked really lazy, she never finished any of her arm placements or anything. It also looked very stiff and placed in some moves, and there was a lack of flow and hip action which made the whole thing look very unnatural. Idk the results so idk if this was the last one for her or not but if it’s not I think she needs to work on her energy and put everything into her moves like she did last week.

Jamie and Karen - Lmao if you took Clara’s song with Jamie’s dance concept you’d just have that scene from Ninja Yell 😂. I am officially the only person who knows who that is in the Strictly fandom 😂. Also this song keeps reminding me of Hot Pink by EXID even though when I first listened to that song I thought of this song and now I’m listening to this song it makes me think of that I’m rambling aren’t I ANYWAY WOW THIS WAS AMAZING 😂. Idk what I can say about it cos it was just perfection like you can’t ask for a street dance to go any better than that really 😂.

HRVY and Janette - I mean I didn’t see any mistakes 😂. He had really nice sharp action, perfect frame, nice timing and sync with Janette, it was really good! The only thing I would fault was his balance looked a little off a couple of times but that also just looked like the choreo so either I’m dumb and it’s not supposed to look like that or Janette’s choreo wasn’t very good and I mean that’s obviously not the case is it 😂.

Caroline and Johannes - Oh lord this was like watching porn I did not like this concept at all 😭. But when Craig said she looked like Mrs Slocombe looking for her pussy I cannot unsee that now 😂. The dance was good! I was VERY distracted by the feeling of wanting to throw up and how sexual this was (Shirley did NOT help) but the actual dancing was nice 😂. I feel like Caroline still has the nicey movements problem, everything she does still feels kind of placed and sweet and idk I still want some fire from her 😂.

Ranvir and Giovanni - Okay but for real can Shirley think with her brain and not her hormones thank you 😂. This overall was good, but I felt had the same problem as Caroline where Ranvir got all the steps correct but there was a lack of performance value in her body, even if she sold it in her facial expressions. Her upper body looked nice at first, but for a dance so focused on leg action I felt there was a lack of sharp dynamics in her leg movements, particularly in comparison to Giovanni, and it seemed to seep into her upper body as the dance went on. She had nice pointed toes and she hit all the moves, but her legs needed to attack for me, and her neck ended up looking really stiff by the end of the dance. I love you Anton but a 10, really mate? Really?

Anyway that’s my opinions nobody asked for for this week 😂.

[certifiedskywalker]

Academic Misgivings (Part Three) - Peter Parker

You and Peter Parker aren’t friends, but you’re not entirely enemies either. You don’t like him but he always tries to be nice to you. He has everything you’ve ever wanted and you’ll do anything to show him that you can make it on your own. But can you?

PART ONE / PART TWO

After a night of cheering, dining, and celebrating, the wake-up-call at seven in the morning was horrendous. Nails on a chalkboard would have been a more pleasant waking sound. The only thing that coaxed you out from under the covers was the promise of some coffee from the machine in the dining hall and the sunshine that peeked through the window. So you donned your pea colored sweatshirt over your t-shirt and moosied down to the lobby while MJ still tossed around in her bed.

It seemed that the rest of the team was still rolling off along the waves of victory as each table filled with Midtown students were awashed with chatter. Even Peter, as quiet as he was, was animatedly talking with the brightest smile on his features. The sight turned your legs to noodles and drove your to pry your eyes away as wrenched yourself in the direction of the nearest coffee pot. Which, with your luck, was empty. 

You cursed under your breath and sighed until the heaviness in your shoulders fades. “This is perfect, perfect.”

“You drink coffee?” You neck nearly cracked with the speed in which you turned to meet Peter’s eyes. There was a tender smile playing on his lips, the kind that stirrs bees in the stomach rather than butterflies.

“Not usually,” you lied, “just need a pick me up.” Peter nodded and grabbed an apple from a nearby basket.

“Yesterday was cool,” he said and, despite his neutral tone, you were filled with a prickling sense of anger. Peter was horribly chipper and his friendly expression made you sick. Envy crawled up your spine, whispered in your ear that it should have been you to bring home the win. So you pushed down any kindness that threatened to bubble over.

“Yeah it was,” you snapped, “I bet it was, for you especially, basking in everyone’s praise.” You glanced at Peter and saw a befuddled puppy instead. Dark eyes were squinted in confusion under furrowed brows. The expression amused you as you walked over to an empty table to mope. 

From your new look-out, you watched as a still-muddled Peter strode back over to his friends, the set now complete with MJ’s appearance in the dining hall. 

“What’s up losers?” Her signature greeting met your ears as she pulled out a chair beside Ned. You saw Peter opened his mouth to speak but Ned quickly spoke before him.

“We were talking about all the places we want to visit. Like the Art Institute? They have a fantastic Egyptian art collection and then the planetarium! There’s so much to do!” “You know we’re only here for the day right?” MJ asked and you heard Peter chuckle. You bit at the inside of your cheek, a habit you would have to break, to quell the jealousy swelling inside your chest. “Well I want to go to H. H. Holmes’ Murder Castle.”

Silence filled the table and, even with the distance, you could make out the worried expression Peter wore on his features. His slightly panicked eyes and the way he squirmed in his seat  made you smile. It was because you liked to see him nervous, you thought to yourself, it’s not because he’s cute.

“I-I…” Peter began, but MJ continued on.

“It burned down after he was hung in 1896, but I bet you can still like, feel it there.”

“What’s it?” Peter questioned and you felt compelled to walk over to their table, join in on their chatter. Everything Peter touched everyone he spoke to, seemed to be at ease. For once in your life you wanted to feel that same serenity. Sadly, it seemed you only attracted people that set you on edge.

“Morin' Y/N! You ready to see the sights!?” Flash plopped down in the empty seat as your side, holding his phone up to your face. Instinctually, you lifted your hand and pushed his phone to the side. “Hey! I was live streaming!”

“You’re going to get in trouble for that one day,” you grumbled before you returned your attention back to Peter’s table. He was red in the face with laughter as Ned was telling some story. MJ seemed amused but, as always, her face read as indifferent.

“Even his laugh is annoying,” Flash groaned beside you, “especially when he’s around...what’s her name? Mary?”

“Michelle,” you corrected, eyes still glued to the trio at the table a few paces away. 

“Ah yes,” Flash sighed, “that still doesn’t change how ‘quirky’ she tries to be. It’s like they were made to be together.”

“What?” Flash’s words pulled your attention away like the snapping of a twig in a silent forest. “What do you mean?”

“The dickwad and the alien,” Flash explained, but his clarification only served to confuse you further. “Peter and that Michelle, they’re flaky and perfect for each other.”

“You think so?” You gazed back over at their table and your breath caught when you saw MJ smiling. Her full lips were upturned to the point where there were crinkles by her eyes. She never smiles, at least not like that. 

“Y/N, I know so,” Flash droned on, “my mom had been married four times with the most expensive wedding your little mind could dream of and she never has looked at any of them like that.” He points towards Peter who, like MJ, was grinning. You felt your heart shatter, split like the Earth’s crust during a quake. All of the signs had been there and yet you had been blind to them.

MJ hadn’t asked you about liking Peter because she was curious; she wanted to keep you away from him. She wanted to know her competition just like you with Peter; but you weren’t her competition, you thought bitterly. Peter had even been texting her on the bus on the way to Chicago. You clenched your jaw as you recounted every instance you could remember. Leave it to Peter Parker to make you feel dumb. Flames of embarrassment and rage licked at your cheeks turning them red.

“Flash,” you began, meeting the dark-haired boy’s eyes, “after this, the trip and everything, I was wondering if you-”

“Oh, Y/N, please. I thought you would never ask.”

“Okay, so what’s the plan for dealing with-”

“Of course I’ll go out on a date with you.” 

“What?! No! I was,” you lower your voice, “I was talking about Peter.”

“You want to date Parker?” Flash asked, much too loudly for your liking. Your eyes widened with worried fury as you shook your head wildly.

No! No! I was talking about your offer. To,” you whispered then, “to get him off the team.” Flash’s eyes gleam with recognition as he exclaims in realization. 

“Okay, I got you now. Yeah, we can do that.” You nodded and kept staring at him as you waited for him to detail out the plan. Flash only looked back at you, clearly puzzled about what you were expecting. You cocked your head and leaned closer to him.

“So...the plan?”  

“Oh! Yeah, okay so I was thinking that we could make him late to our practices and stuff. I know some people that could help.” You quirked a brow at him, slightly concerned as to the people Flash ‘knew’. “And then one of us could befriend him, get access to his phone and delete the practice schedule from the school calendar. And, just for good measure, delete the group chat app Mr. Harrington assigned to the team.”

“That’s actually a somewhat solid plan,” you replied, keeping your voice low. People still flitted about the dining hall, a majority of which were your classmates. 

“I know,” Flash sighed, leaning back in the rickety wooden chair, “I’m a goddamn genius. No need to thank me.” You had to cut short an audible groan that threatened to spill past your lips. All you had to do was work with Flash until Peter was gone, out of your sight and out of your mind forever. You could do that.

“So you want to befriend him and do the phone thing?” You asked as you spared a glance over at Peter’s table once more. He stilled smiled, even as he turned his head and looked in your direction. The moment his eyes saw Flash sitting at your side, he pulled his eyes away. Flash laughed obnoxiously loud and you glared at him.

“No way! I would never associate my fine self with him! You can do the grunt work.” Your glare only intensified at his words.

“Just because I’m a woman you think you can give me a role and I’ll just have to be happy with it?” The sexism card was the easiest to pull, and true when it came to Flash. It was the perfect cover for the fact you really didn’t want to become friends with Peter, even if it was fake. You just didn’t want to be near him, you wanted to be done with him.

“N-No,” Flash stammered, visibly shaken by your accusation. “I just think it would be strange ya know, if I tried to be all nicey-nice with him after everything.”

“I’m in the same boat,” you fire back in an angry whisper. Flash shook his head at that.

“You defend him, sometimes. Like when we went to the pizza place. You’re friendly to him sometimes.You’d have an easier in.” You bit the inside of your cheek, wondering if you did it this much before the trip. Flash shifted in his seat before adding, “it’d be more believable.”

“I just…” you trailed off, eyes skirted over to Peter again. A soft smile played on his lips, the kind one he would give you as you passed him by in the halls at school. Peter Parker had been nothing but kind to you; and it was infuriating. He had everything you had ever wanted: a spot on the A team, an internship at a prestigious science-oriented company, and friends. If suffering a spot longer met you could have at least some of that, you’d do it. “Fine.”

“You mean, ‘fine’ as in you’ll do it?” Flash asked eagerly, dark brown eyes as wide as snow globes. 

“Yes,” you snapped, “now, how about-”

“Team? Is everyone down here?” Mr. Harrington’s voice interrupted your speech and drew your eyes to him. A clipboard was held tightly in his hands and you sighed. Ms. Lauren quickly did and head count and turned to Mr. Harrington. 

“They’re all here, Roger.”

“Great! Alright, I’ve taken the liberty of splitting you all into groups so we can see all of the sights that Chicago had to offer. Ms. Lauren will be taking one group that will start at Willis Tower. I will take the other to Millennium Park. We’ll meet for lunch then switch. Afterwards, we’ll meet at the Art Institute. Sound like a plan?”

The dragging plan was met with a chorus of groans and small voices that echoed a barely collective ‘yeah’. In the brief pause, you snuck a glance at Peter. His brown eyes met your gaze and you felt the heat that burned at your cheeks. 

“So the group coming with me to the park has Michelle, Ned, Betty, Abe, Sally, and Peter. Ms. Lauren will be taking Flash, Cindy, Charles, Y/N, and Brad to Willis Tower.”

“See,” Flash whispered and pulled lightly on your sleeve to get your attention, “the stupid that plays together stays together.” He tipped his head in the direction of Peter, MJ, and Ned who were happily chatting about Millennium Park. Although Flash hinted that it was the trio he was talking about, you couldn’t help but feel maybe it was you.

“Okay kiddos, who’s ready for the Tower!?” Ms. Lauren’s sing-song tone, only made your urge to chase after the bus as it drove away all the more insatiable. You imagined Peter laughing, as he most likely was, with Ned and MJ while they walked through Millennium Park. The phantom image made you feel cheated, scorned. 

It was hard to retain such a feeling as you dodged businessmen and women as Ms. Lauren lead the group down the block to the entrance of Willis Tower. Since you lived in New York City, you were used to building scraping the sky; but something about Willis Tower set you on edge. The paneling was that of dark obsidian and you half expected a winged demon to fly out from it’s doors, breathing fire and throwing brimstone. Fearfully, your eyes scanned up the height of the skyscraper until a bulky outcropping came into view.

“That’s the glass balcony we’re going to stand on,” Flash explained as he came up behind you. “It’s like an elevator.”

You cocked your head to the side, staring at Flash in confusion. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“As long as you don’t jump in it, you’ll be fine,” he teased. Flash clapped a hand on your shoulder. “C’mon! The view at the top is perfect for getting viewers!”

You figured that he was referencing a live stream, which, judging by the way he energetically spoke to his phone camera. Flash Thompson’s need for attention never ceased to appall you. His behavior wasn’t like yours, as you always felt the need to justify it. You simply wanted what you knew you deserved while Flash strived for something he was far too rude to ever achieve. As the group ascended the spiraling steps, you silently prayed that you wouldn’t end up like Flash. 

A few signs listing what could be done on the glass balcony and what, under any circumstances, should not be done served little in entertainment. Ms. Lauren would read along the plaques on the wall that detailed the tower’s construction and history. Nothing said peaked your interest. What did catch your attention was the final landing before the balcony. 

“This better be worth the hour wait,” Flash grumbled as he fiddled with his phone. He had lost reception a few floors down. Since then, he had only got crabby and red in the face. 

“Y-Yeah,” you agreed as you took a few shaky steps up the last flight of stairs. Had you ever been this high up in a building before? What floor was this? Ms. Lauren had said it earlier bt you had been too lost in thought to care. Why was Peter all your thought about now? How was it possible to have so many questions without answers? It was statistically impossible.

Soon, as you mounted the last step, statistics were thrown out the window. A security guard stopped you before you could walk any closer to the glass oning. Even from where you stood, you could see the tops of other buildings and clouds that hung lower than the rest. You were up high. Dangerously high.

“Only a few people at a time please,” the guard bellowed. He moved his arm, letting you, Flash, and Cindy pass through.

“Meet in the gift shop if we get separated!” Ms. Lauren’s directions fell on deaf ears as you, timidly, stepped on the clear surface of the balcony with your own phone clutched tightly in your hands.

The ground rushed up at you, building-roof teeth barred at it snapped at you in vertigo. Your head spun with dread and you leaned forwards to balance yourself against the similar clear wall that gave you a calming view of Lake Michigan. Only the waves looked more like daggers from that high up. Dark clouds litter the horizon and made the shadows dancing in your mind all the more manipulative of your depth perception. 

“Y/N?” You couldn’t tell who had spoken to you as your full attention was glued on the world below you. Cars more like ladybugs and bees, raced along pavement paths going everywhere while you, as a watchful raven, studied their little insect bodies as they scurried away. “Y/N, are you alright?”

You could almost taste the clouds, as light as angel food cake as you felt as if you floated above reality. The darker storm clouds that rolled in gave a sharp crack of thunder, followed by distant lighting as you blinked. A scream parted through your haze, one of pure fear. Despite the sound, you’re still whirling.

“Y/N!”

You see the long-bodied bus as it stops beside the tower. If the cars were bugs your classmates must be atoms. So small, barely even there until your peered closer, pressed your forehead against the glass. You swore you saw Peter the moment another crack of sharp lightning sounded as he rushed into the building. Another scream.

“Y/N!!”

A new crack of thunder, only this time you realize the storm clouds are over the lake and the lightning was only the white of your eyes as you blinked fear from them. The glass-plastic below you was now decorated in a spider web like pattern. You had only a second to admire it when you fell through the hole it had created. 

Before the free-fall took you, your fingers find the metal edge that connected two panels of glass together. Broken shards pierced the meat of your palm and you cried out. Your phone slipped from your grasp and fell down, down, down until you couldn’t make out it’s shape anymore. With both hands now freed, your grip tightened on the metal edge as you cried out for help. Screams filled your ears and the sounds of guards talking in their walkie-talkies did little to give you solace. The material you clung to creaked and dread pooled in your stomach. 

The wind didn’t help either. Playfully it tugged at your legs, pulled you this way and that until your hands shook with weakness. Your fingers began to slip as your mind grew fuzzy. You screamed to keep yourself conscious, but the effort seems to steal more air from your lungs. The blood smeared in your hand loosened your hold and then, you were falling.

Cold. A chilled sensation tickled along your skin as you raced downwards. You closed your eyes, hoping that, by some magic, it would dull the inevitable impact. Images of your life raced by but not the memories. All of the ‘could have beens’ and ‘what ifs’ filled your head as the ground came closer and closer. You didn’t dare open your eyes and then….

Warm. The wind still races by, chilled your skin but you were warm. Gravity’s forces seemed to be called back because the fall didn’t feel as great. Slowly, as if scared it was some cruel trick and you were still headed towards a swift death, you opened your eyes. Instead of vertically, you cut through the wind horizontally. You turned your head and screamed as two large, white eyes met yours.

“Hey! Hey! You’re alright, I gotcha!” You saw the mouth of the man move beneath the red fabric of his mask and you were instantly put at relative ease.

“You’re Spiderman!”

“I am!”

“Holy shi-”

“Hold on!” He swung quickly from building to building, gradually he lowered you both to the ground. Even when he feet hit the Earth, you clung tightly to him. 

“You’re okay now.”

You didn’t respond, not even as you untangled yourself from the man that had saved your life. When you stepped back, you realized Spiderman looked more like a boy. He was more thin than you had expected, but you weren’t in the right head-space to care much.

“I-I, got blood on your suit,” you mumbled, looking down at your bleeding hands. A shard of glass was still stuck in your flesh. 

“Oh god, are you okay?” His gloved hands carefully grabbed yours and studied your wounds. “I hear sirens, an ambulance. They can fix this.”

“Y-Yeah,” you stammered and you met the eyes of the mask. “What are you doing in Chi-”

“IS THAT SPIDERMAN?!” You turned your head and saw Flash, followed by the rest of the group, rushing towards you. They all seemed unharmed by the incident.

“I-I gotta go, Y/N. See ya around!” And just as quickly as he had swooped in to save you, Spiderman webbed away. His voice rang in your ears, echoed a sense of familiarity.

“Y/N! Sweetie! Are you alright?” Ms. Lauren panicked, touched your face to check for any obvious injuries before taking your hands. “Don’t worry! The police are on their way!”

When the emergency services arrived, you were quickly escorted into the back of an ambulance. Nurses scrambled, gave you check up and banaged the large gashes on your hand. You shed your green sweatshirt as a spry blonde woman took your blood pressure. It was then that an officer, whose badge shone under the hazy sky, came up to you.

“Ma’am, could you please tell us what exactly happened? At least as much as you remember, that is.” The Midwestern accent was thick, hints of what you assumed were the South Side splayed out when he spoke. You told him everything. The echoed crack of the glass, the shredding pain that ripped your through your hands, and Spiderman.

“He saved me,” you finished, just as the EMTs collected their things. You were fine, aside from the cuts on your palms. A few people had been cut as well, when the glass fell but, thanks to Spiderman, there were no fatalities. 

“Lucky for you, he seems to have a habit of saving kids on field trips,” the officer quipped, “thank you for being cooperative. Stay safe.” The policeman trailed off back toward his car and left you alone with his words as they echoed in your head. It was strange that, somehow, Spiderman had been at both Washington to save your teammates trapped in an elevator and Chicago, to save you. A thought twisted your stomach into knots so tight you feared you might never pull free. 

What if someone you knew on the team was Spiderman? He had known your name, after all. How else could he have known it otherwise? You weren’t like Peter, who got his name in the local paper every other week for some amazing feat. You lived in his shadow, so how had Spiderman known your name?

“Oh, Y/N! You’re alive! I wouldn’t be able to explain another one,” Mr. Harrington said in a rush as he stomped up to you. “I just needed to remind you that you signed the waiver for this trip so Midtown is not to blame for any-”

“I know, Mr. Harrington,” you said and pushed yourself off of the edge of the ambulance. “I think I just want to go back to the hotel.”

“We can do that! We can do that! Kids!” Mr. Harrington gathered the rest of the team while you stood idle by the remaining emergency vehicles. 

“Way to go, you ruined the trip,” MJ smirked as she came up to you. “It was boring anyway. The amount of cheesy ‘look at me under the Bean’ pictures that were taken was disturbing.” You chuckled weakly and frowned.

“Sorry,” you murmured, scratching at the back of your neck. 

“Hey,” MJ rested a calming hand on your shoulder, “I was kidding. Are you-”

“Oh my god, are you okay?” You looked past MJ and saw Peter, followed by Ned as they darted towards you. Peter’s eyes were wild, hair messed up as if it had been pulled around in a poor attempt to fix it.

“I am now,” you replied, too exhausted to maintain a steady disdain towards Peter. “More confused than anything else.”

“Confused? W-Why are you confused?” Peter’s mouth spewed more questions than drops of water from a leaky faucet. 

“He knew my name,” you stressed and glanced between the three people before you. 

“Spiderman knew your name?” MJ asked, her brown eyes as wide as planets. Never before had you seen her so shocked; or shocked in general.

“Yeah, he did. Then the officer pointed out that he was in Washington too...now here.”

“Huh, whatta a coincidence! Right, Peter?” Ned jabbed his friend with his elbow and the pale boy nodded.

“Yeah, it’s w-weird, but I mean it’s good. Right?” Peter’s voice sounded higher than normal, but you didn’t have the strength to question it.

“It is,” you agreed, “but...does that mean he’s….” Just as you trailed off, MJ picked up your thought.

“Spiderman is someone one the team.”

“NO!” Ned squawked and Peter shook his head. 

“No? It makes sense! He follows us on every trip!” Peter scratched at his cheek, never did he lift his eyes to meet anyone’s gaze.

“Yeah, but a teenager? A superhero teenager? Sounds pretty stupid to me,” Ned said, but even you didn’t believe what he said. He chuckled, humor unidentified in the sound. He gave Peter an almost sorry look, a sight you didn’t miss.

“You know what else makes sense?” You turned your attention back to MJ who’s dark eyes were trained on Peter. Chestnut colored irises seemed to expand in fear when Peter looked up. “Everytime Spiderman comes around, Pet-”

“C’mon kiddos! The bus is ready! Back to the hotel!” Ms. Lauren bounded up to the four of you and interrupted MJ’s thought.

“Thank God,” Ned exclaimed and rushed towards the bus. You almost smiled at the scene, felt the same relief as your peer, when you realized how tired you were. Eyes half-lidded, you wandered up to the bus with MJ at your side. She pulled you into a row of seats, gave you the window seat and leaned closer.

“I think Peter is Spiderman,” she whispered and before you could stop it, a laugh similar to that of a circus clown passed over your lips.

“That’s nuts,” you said, giggles still spilled out of your mouth until you managed to quiet yourself down. “He wouldn’t save me, I’m so mean to him.” 

“You’re rude, but I wouldn’t say mean, Y/N,” MJ grumbled as she settled into the seat. “It’s just a theory, maybe he’ll spill it one day. You could ask him, since, if he is, it was Peter that saved you.”

You scoffed and leant your pounding head against the cool surface of the window. “There’s no way Peter is Spiderman.”

MJ paid little attention to you reassertion and glanced a few seats down where the subject in question sat. You rolled your eyes and closed them, unable to combat the tiredness any longer. The echoing thought of Peter and Spiderman rang in your mind. No, Peter couldn’t be Spiderman. That boy had everything, he couldn’t be a superhero too. Then he would be too perfect.

To move along some sort of rest you thought back to Spiderman, the mystery man, himself. You remembered how safe you had felt, tucked in his arm. You had never felt that protected in your life. There was no way Peter Parker could make you feel that.