#neither of them are wrong but they both went abt this in the worst way possible haha... a... ....... i hate them.

[baeshijima]

the itoshi brothers through the years ...

[neptunescore]

Unpopular opinion

But I really think that if Logan had been able to go through F2 fully and develop like everyone else (except max) did, and was put on a ran that wasn’t Williams, he’d be a much better driver. I can tell he’s improving currently, but he’d be so much better if he was allowed to grow and thrive and then put into F1, but he was taken out of F2 early, dumped into F1, and expected to perform amazingly.

Not every driver can skip F2 or be taken out early and perform great. I think the old team principal set him up for failure but not sporting him to continue his endeavors on F2. He was doing well so the team principal wanted to get to him before any other team could and that ultimately led to Logan’s horrible first season.

And I also think he was done wrong by Williams this season too. I understand that he’s by no means the best driver on the grid, but he isn’t the worst either.

A lot of people don’t want to acknowledge the growth he has made since last year. His year was ruined before it could truly began. With what happened in Australia, the team took his confidence away, and things went down from there. He was so ready and extremely confident, but his car was taken as punishment for something that his teammate did to his own car.

I get that it was a decision based on who could get points, but what really did it was the fact that Alex didn’t get any points and then Logan got his busted up chassis

And even recently, Logan barely got upgrades. He was given stuff from last year. I think he would do so much better on a different team because Williams obviously do not care for him the way they care for Alex. I get that he hasn’t really been driving the way they want him, but to be honest, neither has Alex.

I don’t know, man, this is just my opinion, but I feel like if he was allowed to finish his formula 2 season and then put into formula 1 things would be better for him. And if he weren’t in Williams, then that would be even better. They are known as the worst team on the grid to put a rookie in.

Another unpopular opinion, but I genuinely think he deserves another chance in a team like haas. I know you’re probably going to disagree with me, but haas has a better car than Williams and they would treat him fairly. He would also bring the team many sponsors as the only American, so it would be a win-win.

We don’t know how he would perform in a different team with a better car, so I’m just saying I would like to see what would happen

Honestly I agree with everything uve said here anon, like wholeheartedly.

I'm just gonna add a few more things, but overall, we both have the exact same opinions.

I feel like ppl forget that williams is literally an OVERWEIGHT car, like u literally can't expect amazing results from them, and I know some of you are gonna talk abt how alex seems to be doing rlly well, but alex has been here since 2019. Not to forget that he was part of that redbull shitshow, like this man is fully trained in the art of surviving under stressful situations, and he's also an experienced driver.

I feel like there's more hate on logan bc ppl keep seeing how well Oscar's doing, and those 2 came into F1 at the same time. But you literally can't compare them. You can't. Oscar's one of the VERY few rookies who managed to adjust to f1 that quick, and logan literally just needs TIME like all the other drivers got when they first joined too. Not to mention how SUPPORTING mclaren is of oscar, while james vowels is out there already talking abt different driver options and williams is so blatantly unmotivating of logan. God, ofc it's just gonna affect his performance even more bc this is the ONLY team hes been with, and it's his SECOND year, he needs affirmations and support.

Oscar is also in an AMAZING car, and as I've said bfr, logan is NOT. Ppl rlly need to stop comparing them.

All in all, his situation makes me so sad.

[why-the-heck-not]

1, 2, 37, and a question you wish someone asked

Thank youu for asking !!

1: Age

23

2: Sexuality

Bi

37: Do you regret quitting any hobbies?

yeees big time. I used to do ballet for like 13 years but quit bc had to change to a different city bc they didn’t have advanced things where I used to go and all my friends quit somewhere at that point, so the last couple years I didn’t rly have friends there. Also I wasn’t like trying to go pro or anything and sort of that was as far I could go with it if I wasn’t rly going to be serious abt it. I think I also got too anxious and self-aware at that point (damn u 16-year-old-me)

96: What's the worst book you've ever read?

Picked this bc I’ve been wanting to rant about Normal People by Sally Rooney for a bit. Maybe it’s not The Worst book I’ve ever read, but it wasn’t good and for the amount of hype it has, it sucked.

My ”review” (if u can call it that) below SPOILERS FOR ”NORMAL PEOPLE” BY SALLY ROONEY

I feel like there was potential there but in the end it just kept repeating the same cycle of them being together and then getting separated. Like it just kept going???? It got old after like 2-3 times.

And there really wasn’t even an attempt made for character building. It was all very surface level and it felt like neither of them actually grew up during the years and got stuck with that high-school level of communication when they in fact were grown ass adults like?? Act like it!!!! What the fuck was the problem there like ,,?? If u want to be together, you can be together; you’re no longer in high-school and ”having to take care of ur social status” (which also is one tired old trope). Literally give us one (1) reason why tf it’s so hard to commit to eachother when u clearly can commit to other ppl?? If the intention was to make the reader frustrated with them, I’d be okay with it if the book gave actual reasons for that. But it didn’t bc it’s all so goddamn one dimensional. The ”they can’t be together bc they’re wired wrong and traumatized and mentally ill” just doesn’t work when you don’t dwell deeper into the underlaying issues. It especially felt like the author just gave up on Marianne’s character at the end and went with the ”oh she was traumatized? That means she has some kinks and that is now her entire personality”.

Also the ending just felt so rushed and I hated it. Nothing got resolved in a real way. The redemption arc? He got to succeed and had some opportunities etc., and she just got the guy and that’s about it. Yes, you could read it like in the beginning he had a loving family but no money, where as in she had money but not the loving family, so in the end they got what they wanted as a kid. But that’s so blah. There was nothing suprising about it. It felt like they both gave up and settled for whoever was left and it wasn’t out of actual love; just the residual feelings from pining after eachother for a million years.

Overall, it just felt pretentious and it didn’t have enough dimension to actually create believable mentally unwell characters. It barely had a plot. I get it from the marketing point of view bc an easy read that has some edgy topics sprinkled with fanfiction tropes, but it just wasn’t good.

(This is just my opinion, don’t let me deter you if I just bashed ur comfort book; you like it and that’s all that matters. Mine is A Little Life, so I’m in no position to judge lmao)

[boypussydilf]

ok ur choice between homumiko or asoryuu (...or both??????) for the bingos GO

ABSOLUTELY BOTH!!!!!! LETS GOOOOOOO asoryuu first

OH RIGHT EVEN WHEN UR NOT MAKING AN IMAGE POST TUMBLR PUTS THE IMAGES, LIKE, NEXT TO EACH OTHER SOMETIMES. thats gonna make this post a LOT more tolerable !!!!

I don’t actuslly think “divorced” describes anything they have going on accurately at ALL, there’s just a lot of asoryuu divorce jokes and i think divorce is funny so I nod along, but they’re not divorced. I never talk about them ever but no one misunderstand: they are fucking everything. They’re incredible. Bromance of all time but without the romance (but with the romance). They cant be divorced bc they weren’t together and like not in a “characters who have never been married but are still somehow divorced” way theyre just more like. They got to the Awkward In Between Spot where neither of u is sure if this is like, romantic or not, or what you’re gonna do about it, or anything, and then they’ve just been stuck there for a year and are going to continue to be stuck there for a long time I feel bad for them. They’re really gay though “I dont trust myself so here take this, the sword that is a metaphor for my soul” Stop being gay in public…

FUCK I MEANT TO CIRCLE GAY AF TO HAVE A SWORN RIVAL !!!!!!!!!!! They’re not Sworn Rivals by any means? They’re not even really Rivals on a temporary basis? But also they kind of are. You get it. Right? You get it. It’s their vibes. Nothing about this is a rivalry, it’s just a defense attorney/prosecutor ship and also they’re two guys who go in really hard on the competition with each other which isn’t really anything special in itself lots of people are competitive for fun w close friends but. Idk. They’re doing something and they’re so funny. Asougi saw ryuu and went “what a LOSER” and then the guy Was Better At Talking Then Him and asougi went “i adore this man. I would give up my lifelong dream for his sake.” Kazuma asougi is like that stereotypical late teens girl whos like i DONT CARE that i just met him a week ago were getting MARRIED . asougi went This guy is not cool at ALL and also ive known him for One Year and also ill do almost anything for him. No talking stage mutual obsession and we see god in each others eyes or nothing.

I like asoryuu they are funny. Asougi may bully ryuu on purpose, but ryuu will always get the upper hand completely unintentionally via something dumb. Ok homo miku time

i debated on the “terrible in every way” thing but they do deserve to be called that what with all the. lying to people. guys do you. know ways to navigate difficult situations that arent just *hides information and then is evasive about it* *lies outright about something very major* Guys…………

homo of miko. Mikotoba tried to fix him Once and then went whatevers wrong with him is way funnier & sherlock actively made him worse. But its ok bc their worst crime is being annoying in public. also several dozen counts of breaking and entering.

related topic obsessed w the fact that , like. the only reasonable conclusion to draw abt The Finding-Jigoku Scene. THE Homumiko Scene. is that this is an accurate representation of What They & Their Investigations Were Like, Like, All The Time. mikotoba pulls the ONLY PULL IN VERY DRASTIC EMERGENCIES OR WE FUCKIGN EXPLODE YOU alarm & sherlockjust picks a lock so they can break in & then they fucking dance and insult each other i guess. Gregsons ghost is there screaming something about “lower me into my coffin so you can let me down one last time”. They are 1. silly 2. absolutely taking this seriously but fundamentally do not act like it 3. Breaking the law. Great Job!!!!!!!! I want to see 50 more hours of this. I want to see other characters’ impressions of Them As A Duo so bad. Like ok. again: mikotoba is so funny when u think abt it . absolute professional. regular seeming guy. even comes across as serious or stoic to some people. And then. *gestures to the above*. I just had the words gap moe pop into my head i am going to fucking throw up. Anyway. I just think it’s funnh to imagine some shit like. dr sithe- Oooh there are too many ways this sentence can end. *grabby hands* capcom give us the courtney sithe lore. Okay okay order of events. sithe is working at the same hospital where mikotoba is working & where sherlock moreso just kind of shows up to dick around with chemistry experiments. she knows mikotoba as a good respectable doctor who takes his work very seriously. she knows sherlock as an insane idiot who keeps burning himself. apparently they are living together. well rents high and mikotoba just moved here & hasnt been exposed to the insane idiot so much thats understandable. She sees them on a case. Mikotoba breaks into someones house through the window. And also they dance. She has to continue working with this man.

I don’t know if the timeline adds up in a way where sithe wouldve even been working @ that hospital when mikotoba First got there but you get the IDEA ANYWAY. on a note thats only related in my brain eberyone should read arthur conan doyles a study in scarlet but just the like, first 2 chapters, just to be amused by sherlock holmes. i got sidetracked there maybe lets go back to talking about homumiko.

Sorry to bring this up for th first time w them when it also very much applies to asoryuu but as we all know dgs2 was so fucked up for ending w “and then everyone is separated <3” Insanity. OKAY. okay. OKAY. OKAY. *once again wheels out the giant conspiracy board in my brain where all the homumiko information is stored* they both. like. mikotoba says he never expected to be able to go to britain again & sherlock is like Wow i never thought id be solving mysteries like this with you again!! Ever!!! In my life!!!! and i wont go on the other connected rant abt shit like mikotoba saying “our home” and themjust picking up like nothing has changed bc i think i already did that and also thats not the point i just . like . WHATS GOING ON WITH THEM !!!!!!!!! “WOW! AFTER 10 YEARS I GOT TO SEE YOU FOR LIKE. A WEEK. OK BYE FOREVER <3” HELLO!!!!!!!!!!!! *SHAKES THEM*ARE YOU OKAY WITH THIS? ARE YOU HAPPY WITH THIS? “MY CLOSEST FRIEND MY PARTNER MY OTHER HALF. I LOVE GETTING A LETTER A MONTH FOREVER” SCREAM !!!!!!!!!!! this is a fucked up decision. I’m normal.

*blinks like someone who just got woken up at 7pm* i dont know how fucking lomg ive been. writing this post. It seems to have gotten out of hand. i like homumiko. makes them sillyguys makes them halves of a whole makes them . uhhh. gay. *clinks glass* Heres to them impulse adopting many more children !!!!! HAS YUUJIN MIKOTOBA EVER MET GINA

[cottage-babe]

Burning Scars part VIII

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Awww im watching LOK and why do people hate it so much?? I get that its different than ATLA but on it’s own its pretty good. anyways they just talked abt the first avatar and hmm, i didn’t really think abt who the first would be

Summary: Y/n, a werewolf from a hidden village, comes across Zuko and Iroh after being exiled. How has fate intertwined the wolf into the avatar’s destiny?

*****This chapter takes place on Season 2, Episode 14*****

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It's been a week since they'd made it to the beloved city of Ba Sing Se. 

It was rough at first; they learned about the sections of the city and had to find a home in the Lower Ring. Although Zuko hated the city, Y/n found it quite beautiful. Of course, some parts of it weren't flattering, there were dirty animals around and some of their neighbors weren't the nicest, but there was something mystical about it. 

Maybe it's because it's the first city she'd been in or the fact that the culture was so different, but she couldn't find it in herself to hate anything in Ba Sing Se. The crowded streets just seemed cozier and full of life; their run-down home above a shop just had personality! The wolf couldn't help but love even the worst parts. 

The only thing that couldn't ease itself out of Y/n's mind was the feeling of being watched. It sent shivers down her spine whenever she was out in public and she thinks she knows why they're staring. 

It's the scar on her leg, of course. 

She stopped covering it up the day they came to the city. Something about having to hide it for their entire time of residence just seemed so inauthentic. If she was going to be here for a while, then Y/n was going to be her truest self, scars and all. 

They were walking through the marketplace, buying the last remaining essentials that they needed for their new place. Iroh had wandered off somewhere when his eyes set on a furniture store, but Zuko, not wanting to accept the fact that they were actually living there, just stormed off angrily in the opposite direction. Y/n followed the teen to make sure he didn't do something he’d regret. 

“You know,” the wolf began, “this city isn’t that bad when you stop judging everything about it.”

He glared at her harshly. “I’m not judging it.” Then, Iroh appeared next to him, the pot of orange flowers he was eyeing in his hands. The boy’s stare somehow got meaner as he looked at the bright flowers. “This city is a prison.”

Y/n rolled her eyes and moved to stand in between her two friends, smelling the ends of the flowers and letting the aroma surround her. There was hardly any nature here, another thing that she had to look past, so seeing any sign of greenery was welcoming. 

“They’re so pretty!” Y/n smiled at Iroh. 

“I know,” the uncle smiled back at her, “they were a little expensive, but its fine because I found us new jobs, and we start this afternoon!”

Zuko and Y/n blinked at him in surprise. Neither teens had ever had a job before, much less one that they were thrown into without a warning. So they all traveled back to their apartment and left the things that they had bought that morning. The time to go to their new ‘jobs’ was approaching, so they made themselves presentable and set off. 

Iroh had, of course, gotten them a job at a small tea shop. When they entered, it was nearly empty, except for the man that introduced himself as their boss. 

The people in Ba Sing Se probably only drink their tea in the mornings! That must be why it’s so empty!

It turns out she was wrong. 

After doing their introductions, the owner, whose name turned out to be Pao, left to the back room so he could find a string to extend the back of Iroh’s apron. He left them three cups of tea while they waited. 

Y/n took a sip from her steaming cup, happy to be offered some tea that’s actually warm. Unfortunately, just as it had happened before, the tea was spit out onto the floor. 

“Ugh!” She exclaimed. “What’s wrong with all of the tea in this city!”

Iroh took a sip, but, with way more control than her, swallowed it quickly. He looked at his cup disgustingly. “This tea is nothing more than hot leaf juice!”

Zuko deadpanned and looked between the two, “Uncle, that’s what all tea is.”

Suddenly, right there in the moment, a long shiver reached Y/n’s spine and spread throughout her body. And it definitely wasn’t the tea. The werewolf tugged on Zuko’s sleeve.

“Someone’s watching us.” She whispered and cast her eyes around. 

She had been feeling this, how could she be so stupid? She misjudged it and thought the attention was on her leg, but now? They were in a completely empty shop and she could hear Pao digging through boxes in the other room. Someone is looking at them from the outside. 

The boy looked around cautiously as well. “From where?” 

“I don’t know.”

Iroh was talking while they whispered, something about needing to make some major changes in this shop. He threw the tea pot out a window and the feeling drained from the wolf. Y/n sighed in relief.

“They stopped, maybe it was just someone passing.”

Zuko hummed, but still looked at her curiously. 

Pao came back with the string and helped Iroh tie his apron on. Once all three of them were in their attire, the man trained them on their new job; waiters and waitresses. They learned the basics of their job; collect orders, give customers their cups, then collect the cups. It was a lot simpler than she thought it would be. They barely had any customers, but the few that did come sat quietly and didn’t really disturb them. 

Then, their shifts ended and they turned in their aprons. When they left the shop, the sun had already set and the sky was dark.

The citizens had lit lanterns to glow on the street. It was quite pretty to see the contrasts; it almost reminded her of the rebellious times with her siblings. Y/n pushed that thought out of her head, though. 

The entire walk back home was filled with Iroh’s complaints on the tea. He started talking about how starting tomorrow, he was going to tell Pao that he was going to make the tea. He thought that Pao’s tea was lacking and Iroh was going to fix that. Zuko let out a few sarcastic comments here and there, but Y/n was quiet. She was focused on the roof tops, the dark alleys; any place where someone could be hiding. Just in case, of course.

Then, they made it home. The apartment was empty and Iroh lit candles with matches so they could see. He probably would’ve used his bending, but Zuko had warned him many times against using it. The boy was so paranoid. 

As soon as Y/n entered though, she smelled something off. 

She never mentioned this to the boys (in fear that it would freak them out), but the wolf had memorized their scents. Each had a distinct smell and it had grown very mixed and strong throughout their week of living here. It was another werewolf thing that transferred to her human skin. 

But what she was smelling now definitely wasn’t one of them. 

It smelled strangely familiar, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. The scent was so minute and faint that it eventually blended away into the other smells. 

Well, that’s weird.

So they all settled down to relax, tired from the day’s work. Y/n laid on the bed by the windows and Iroh went straight for the teapot.

“Would you both like a cup of tea?” 

“We’ve been working in a tea shop all day!” Zuko groaned out. “I’m sick of tea!” 

Y/n laughed at his antics and watched as the boy sat at the foot of the bed. This wasn’t her bed; the boys decided that the one room in the apartment should belong to the only girl. She wasn’t totally against getting her own privacy, but she still felt incredibly spoiled. 

Zuko lifted her feet and moved back against the wall, placing her legs in his lap. The werewolf blushed at his intimate touches, but just looked off at Iroh and stated that she would like a cup, just to try and ignore her feelings. Y/n had decided before that she would never fall for Zuko, ever. 

“Sick of tea? That’s like being sick of breathing!” Iroh looked over at the two and smiled softly before searching through the cabinets. “Have you seen the spark rocks to heat up the water?” 

Y/n shook her head. “No. Do you want me to go ask the neighbors for some?”

She almost began to stand up, but the old man quickly declined her offer. 

“No, no. You stay there.” He smiled, “I’ll go ask.”

Iroh walked out the front door, leaving Y/n and Zuko alone. They were silent for a moment before, surprisingly, the boy broke it.

“So,” he began. “What was up with earlier?”

She knew what he was talking about; how she could sense that someone was watching them. She didn’t really have much of an answer, so she tried to explain it the best she could. 

“I don’t know... it’s just a feeling I get sometimes. Most of the time it’s just random people looking for no reason, so I ignore it. But it felt a little different today; it was weird.”

Zuko nodded and started playing with the fabric of her socks. The light touches tickled her slightly. 

“Can you always feel it? When someone’s looking at you, I mean.”

“Well yeah,” she spoke. “But it’s feels different when I’m in danger or when it’s about nothing. I don’t know how to describe it; it’s just a werewolf thing.” 

Y/n covered her eyes with her arm, hoping to cover her warm face slightly. The pink in her cheeks never seemed to disappear when he sat next to her. 

His fingers stopped moving and she was so so thankful for that. The poor girl didn’t know how much she could take. 

“And now?” Zuko whispered, “What does it feel like now?”

Y/n removed the arm from her face and met his auburn eyes, the iris’s staring deep into her.

Spirits, how was she supposed to describe this feeling? 

Everything about Y/n, her hearing, her smelling, her brain, it was all muddle with him. Was this danger she felt? Or something else? Her senses didn’t seem to work; the scent of him just overcame ever-.

“I borrowed from our neighbors!” Iroh happily spoke as he waltzed into the room. “Such kind people!”

Y/n cleared her throat and sat up, removing her feet from the boy’s lap. She almost shook her head to wipe the fogginess from her brain. Iroh looked between the two teens, wondering if he should say something, but instead turned toward the wood under the teapot and used the rocks to light it. 

Y/n and Zuko didn’t talk much more that night.

During the next few days, they set out to work in the early afternoon and made it back by nightfall, when the shop closed. Iroh had taken over the tea making; something Pao had fought against until he tasted the uncle’s delicious cup of tea. Slowly, more and more people started to fill up the tables, just waiting for the notorious cup. Y/n didn’t mind. It only meant that she’d see more faces and meet all kinds of people (she also got a lot of tip money, but that’s beside the point). Zuko, on the other hand, only saw it as more work. 

“This is the best tea in the city!” One customer stated as he sipped Iroh’s tea.

Iroh smiled and held the pot up. “The secret ingredient...” He paused to waft the scent up into the air with his palm. “...is love.”

The uncle walked back to the main tea table where Pao was standing. Y/n bumped arms with Zuko, who had to quickly try and grasp the cups in his hands tightly so they wouldn’t fall.

“What’s with the face?” The werewolf smiled at him. “You know your Uncle is just having fun.”

The grimace from hearing Iroh’s ‘secret ingredient’ was still engraved on his face. “I know, but he’s having too much fun.”

The girl rolled her eyes. “You’re such a-”

The front doors of the tea shop burst open. Zuko instinctively dropped the porcelain cups and jumped in front of Y/n.

Standing in the doorway, Jet glared at Zuko menacingly. 

“I’m tired of waiting! These two men are firebenders!” Then, Jet pointed at Y/n. “And she’s a werewolf!”

The lunatic boy unsheathed his two swords, right in the middle of the tea shop. Y/n’s eyes widened and she shared a look with her fellow waiters. How does he know? 

Jet took a step closer to the trio. “I know what you are! I saw the old man heating his tea!”

“He works in a tea shop,” A random customer muttered bleakly. 

“And I heard her say what she was one night in their apartment!”

Y/n gasped; so that’s why nothing seemed right. The smell, someone watching them; it all must’ve been Jet. 

“Did you say you’re stalking her?” Two customers stood from their seats, both having a sword attached to their belts. They must be guards of some sort. “Drop your swords boy, nice and easy.”

However, Jet didn’t bother listening to them. “You'll have to defend yourself. Then everyone will know. Go ahead, show them what you can do.”

“You want a show? I’ll give you a show.” Zuko growled. 

Y/n reached out to stop him, to tell him to let the police handle it, but the boy already walked toward one of the standing customers. Zuko grabbed their swords and clashed them against each other, signalling the start of the battle. 

The werewolf ran toward Iroh and clung to his arm, scared of what was going to happen next. She shouldn’t interfere; she could get badly hurt from their swords and she shouldn’t reveal her identity. The safest bet would be to watch from afar and hope that Zuko made it out of this okay. 

Zuko had kicked a table at Jet, but he sliced it in half and pushed it to the side. He charges at Zuko, who dodges the attack by jumping onto a nearby table.

Y/n sees a family near the side and runs over to grasp onto the mother’s hand. The woman looks at her in fear before relaxing. The werewolf slowly guides her and her children around the battle between the boys; using her instincts to guess their next moves. Eventually, they all make it outside and the mom lets out a shaky breath.

“Thank you! Thank you so much!” The mother says in relief, her children clinging to her legs in fear. 

“Your welcome, just try to get away before-”

She was interrupted by the thing she tried to mention; both boys jumping through the tea shop doors and out into the open street.

The family ran away to safety as Y/n turned to see what was happening. Iroh and the rest of the customers joined her to watch the outcome of the fight.

“Please, you’re confused! You don’t know what you’re doing!” Zuko’s Uncle shouted in an attempt to de-escalate the situation. 

Instead, they just kept fighting. 

They swung their swords at each other, never quite hitting, only getting close enough to be parried. The closest Zuko got to Jet was when he swung at his head, only for Jet to bend backward, the tip of the sword inches from his face. Jet jumped backward to a platform and stood on top of it. 

“See that?” Jet yelled out to the audience that had formed. “The Fire Nation is trying to silence me! But that’ll never happen.” 

Jet jumped back into the fight and they repeated a lot of what they were doing before. It was odd to Y/n, but it almost seemed like Zuko was... holding back? Jet’s techniques were good, but definitely not the best, so there’s no way Zuko could lose. Maybe he was just waiting until the crazy boy gave up.

Something that also stood out was the taboo around the Fire Nation. All of this was because her two friends were Firebenders? Why? After all of this cools down, she was definitely going to get some answers. 

Iroh grabbed onto Y/n’s shoulder and gently steered her to the right. She looked to see why and saw two men with hats parting the group. They both were decked out in green and had a circle across their chest. 

“Drop your weapons.” One stated authoritatively. They must’ve been some high-ranking police men. 

Zuko and Jet stepped away from each other and lowered their swords. Still, however, Jet didn’t settle down. 

“Arrest them!” He yelled. “Those two are Firebenders and she’s a Werewolf!”

Okay, this is getting a little annoying...

What’s so wrong with werewolves, anyway? These people don’t even think they’re real. 

Y/n was pouting, she knows she was. Iroh looked at her with an amused look before returning to the scene.  

“This boy is confused!” Iroh explained to the police. “We’re just simple refugees!” 

He was playing a pretty convincing part, so Y/n decided to join in. 

“Yeah, and he watched me while I was in the privacy of my own home!” 

“This young man wrecked my tea shop, and assaulted my employees!” Pao defended from behind them. 

One of the customers from before spoke out as well. “It's true, sir. We saw the whole thing. This crazy kid attacked the finest tea maker in the city.”

While Iroh blushed and thanked the man, the two police men walked up to Jet and arrested him. The boy struggled at first, but they put him in handcuffs to still his movements. They took him away and the crowd slowly dispersed. 

There were so many people walking around that Y/n didn’t see Zuko at first. She left go of Iroh to pushed past the group toward the spot he was before, but came up empty handed. Then she looked off to the side and saw him as he returned his two swords to the customers that he took it from. 

“Zu- err, Lee!”

Zuko turned around confused, but let out a small ‘oof’ as Y/n jumped at him and wrapped him in a tight hug. He couldn’t even process what was happening before she mumbling into his chest. Y/n didn’t even fully understand what she was saying; only snippets of how worried she was peeked through.

Her mind was jumbled again, just as it had been a couple nights ago. After Jet had gotten arrested, the reality of it all set into her. Jet had actually followed them for who knows how long, listening to every conversation and watching every movement they took. Iroh and Zuko were in real trouble for a moment; she didn’t know why Fire Benders were so bad, but it was enough to get arrested for. And then her... what if she had been alone? Would Jet have ambushed her? Would she have defended herself? What about Iroh; would he? Would Zuko, if there was no weapons around?

Everything was so complicated, so overwhelming, that she didn’t even know that she was crying. It wasn’t until Zuko wrapped her arms around her that she became aware of her surrounding and felt the wetness on her face.

And so they just stood for a moment, wrapped up in each other’s arms as the girl’s sobs rang out into the night.

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heyyyy happy milestone!!! can i req a match up with the hq bois?

3 facts abt me:

• i'm a nightowl but i think i'm an insomniac or smth now haha- i mean i stay up late around 6am-9am and wake up at 11am-12nn lol.

• i hate both socializing physically and going out- frs like this pandemic, i've only gone out like 3 times and all those times didn't even last an hour. i just stay in my room doing god knows what.

• academic wise... i half daydream during lectures, forget my hws, pass my projects (almost a month) late, but can surprisingly ace(literally perfect) few quizzes and exams(except math) and can tutor someone on a passable degree.

dynamic:

childhood enemies to rivals to lovers if that's a thing, or just simply childhood enemies to lovers.

partner:

• someone that's strict and soft, can be energetic sometimes and will not show me off/make me the center of attention without my permission.

• someone that can handle affection well, since i'm legit touch starved but i express it more while giving it...? like i'll wrap my arms around someone's waist and talk to them, pull someone on my lap while i play games or read a book, give them head pats and forehead kisses, etc.

this was so long ffs also sorry if this soooo specific for you but anywayssss congratulations on the milestone again🎉🎉🎉 also can i be a charanon maybe uhmm kenma/suna? either is fine

Your Match Is

Daichi Sawamura

Why?

Well, all I read was 'strict and soft' and thought Daichi

He has energy, but mostly he's calm

Gentleman

If you don't want to be shown off or be the center of attention, Daichi can fully respect that.

He will always get your permission to do something.

Affection isn't a problem for him either.

If you need to physically express your affection, chances are he won't mind at all.

If anything, Daichi is the type to give you a kiss every time he sees you.

His grades really are rather good, so he'll try his hardest to remind you to turn in homework and such.

The man will literally force you to sleep.

Give this man affection, he needs it.

🂠🃑🃁🂱🂡

Relationship

Neither of you could really remember why you hated each other.

It was some weird childhood feud that probably started because of something stupid, though neither of you really remember why you hated each other. The fact that you two were neighbours didn't help.

Just something about you made Daichi loose his cool. This feeling–that he was sure is hatred, always clouded his mind.

Of course, that hatred had to run thin sometime.

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Realization

Denial seems to be a theme here.

Daichi is typically a stern but caring figure, maturity going through the roof.

So naturally he handled finding out he has an intense attraction to someone he hates like a mature adult, right?

Wrong.

He panicked, like hard.

For a solid two days, nobody heard from him unless it was at practice.

Even then, he looked like he was ready to murder someone.

(Or more accurately, like the first year duo fucked up)

Even the people in his classes noticed something.

Mild-mannered Daichi getting angry?

Eventually (like after 3 days) he comes to terms with it and starts devising how to just not

Y'know?

Guess how well that worked.

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Confession

Not even really a confession.

It's been a few weeks 2 months, and he's decided that this has gone on long enough. After all, in that time you've noticed something was up. The normal banter was a little different now, and the tension was thicker.

You were babysitting Daichi's little sisters and brothers, (because somehow your parents were friends and this hatred bred anyways), while Daichi was glaring holes in the back of your head.

"You gonna keep glaring Saint Sawamura," you narrowed your eyes at him as you turned your head back. He scoffed.

"It's not my fault you keep doing... that," he waved his hands in your general direction.

You furrowed your brows harder, turning fully. "Mind enlightening me on what 'that' is?"

He moved closer to the back of the couch. "You know what you damn insomniac," he gripped the back of the couch, face dangerously close to yours. "Being all endearing and cute and shit," it wasn't often he swore, but you were always an exception. You were looking progressively more confused. "And your weirdly cute way of avoiding people." At this point he was just ranting about all of the things he found cute.

"... You are hearing yourself, right?" You shuffle back a bit.

Really with his sudden and unnatural confession, he expected the worst. On the bright side, he went to bed that night with one less enemy at the very least.

🂠🃑🃁🂱🂡

Honorable Mention

Semi Eita

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Note: I'm not really doing charanons, but I hope you enjoy your request <3

[tkmuses-archived]

   His relationship with Richie had always been difficult to describe, especially considering the fact that neither of them were keen to do it. He’d known the guy his entire life, or at least as far back as he could remember. No matter how hard he tried, he could never really pinpoint exactly when they met. They’d been a pair, an insufferable pair at best, but a pair through and through. Every one of his fondest memories included Richie, but most of the awful ones did too. It was funny, he couldn’t really remember why he’d hated Derry so much, or what was so bad about it, but the little chill he got whenever he thought about it was enough to let him know there was a reason. Richie was the same way too. They’d all left as soon as they could. He and Richie had taken up in New York, gotten a place in Queens together. That was when things had really changed. Not just for them but the whole group. 

   The Losers Club, that was what they’d called themselves. Up until College, they’d been inseparable, but now they were struggling to find time for each other. He didn’t really talk to Bev that much anymore. She was all the way up in Oregon, and it wasn’t like she got to come out to visit them much. Ben was pretty far away too. He’d gotten into USC School of Architecture, and he’d insisted it was because it was one of the best, but Eddie had a sneaking suspicion it was because it was the closest to Oregon. Bill was busy too; in school. He wanted to be a writer or something, and it made sense-- he’d always had a knack for the creative side of things. They talked often enough, and he saw him the most out of everyone too, but it wasn’t like it had been before. Stan was off being, well, Stan. They’d always joked about him being too mature for his age, so it wasn’t much of a surprise that he was married, working some boring accounting job. They talked about as much as he and Bill, but  he was pretty sure it was only because he wanted to check up on Richie. God knew Richie would never tell the truth about how his life was going. And Mike? Mike had never gotten out of Derry like they’d all sworn to do. He felt bad for him, really, but not everyone had what it took to get of a small town where no one ever left. The only thing that hadn’t changed was Richie. 

   He had his inkling why Richie hadn’t left him yet, but he also had an inkling that Richie would never really admit to it. Eddie knew it was hypocritical to hold it against him, it wasn’t like he was rushing to spill his guts either, but still. Richie had a big mouth, couldn’t shut up was more like it-- if anyone was going to fuck up and let it out it would’ve been him. Not Eddie, careful and calculated Eddie. Maybe Derry was to blame. You could leave, but those small town ideologies never left you or something. It had to be that, he would think to himself as he listened to Richie’s sets. Countless jokes about women, and girlfriends and shit that Richie knew nothing about. He’d never said it in so many words, but he knew there was a reason Richie was single-- and it wasn’t because he was an unlovable dick. He recited those jokes with a lifelessness in his eyes that could only be explained by the ideologies a bigoted small town had instilled within him. Richie Tozier wasn’t gay-- no one in the comedy scene was. 

   Eddie had always let it slide. He wasn’t going to push him into admitting anything, and if those stupid jokes made him feel better about himself, he’d be a shitty friend for trying to take that from him. Eddie was a good friend, always supporting him. He’d come to every one of his stupid shows, sat there in the front audience every night Richie went on. He laughed at his jokes, even the ones that weren’t funny, and he didn’t hesitate to tell people to fuck off when they got bold enough to boo him. Eddie WAS a good friend. That’s what made tonight so wrong. He fucking knew Richie didn’t like Myra. It wasn’t even remotely a surprise. But he also knew why, and it was no fault of hers. He’d thought taking Myra to a show might bridge the gap between her and Richie, but Richie had taken every possible chance to rip on her. They weren’t sly either, they were brutal, and Myra was smart enough to know they were about her. She already didn’t like Richie, so WHY was he doing this? Anger? Distaste? Jealousy? He didn’t get to be jealous. 

   He’d sent Myra to her apartment, with much frustration too. She’d begged and begged him to go with, even gotten to the point of crying, but he knew this wasn’t something that could be pushed aside. He and Richie needed to talk. After a good twenty minutes of arguing, she’d left, and somehow that made Eddie feel worse. At least with Myra there, he could be angry. Alone now, standing in front of the comedy club, he was left with his own thoughts and feelings, and he wasn’t just angry, he was hurt. Though he waited for Richie to finish his set, he couldn’t bear to go back inside. No matter how pissed he was, he knew Rich would be tanking in there, and he hated seeing that. It always left him in a fucked up frame of mind. He’d been there, countless nights after a set went bad, telling him it was tough to get into the comedy scene, that his jokes were funny and it was just the wrong crowd-- whatever it took to validate him. Again, the betrayal of tonight gutted him, stung like a slap in the face. Richie knew what he was doing, the kind of problems it would cause for Myra. Maybe that was his plan all along. If he sabotaged their relationship he wouldn’t be spending so much time away from him, right? Selfish asshole.

   His thoughts were a fucking mess by the time people started pouring out of the comedy club. With his back tight against the brick of the exterior, his eyes scanned the crowd and suddenly he wasn’t so sure he wanted to see him anymore. His anxiety was overwhelming him, forming knots in his stomach and making his fingers and toes tingle. Absentmindedly, he fumbled around in his pocket for his inhaler. At this point he wasn’t even sure he really needed it. Of course, he did, but he couldn’t deny the crutch it had become. Any minor inconvenience and he found himself reaching for it. After two puffs, he put it back into his pocket, taking a few deep breaths of the cold night air. He shifted back and forth on his feet, considering how bad it would be if he just took off instead of confronting Richie. He was a coward, and he’d only ever been slightly afraid to admit it. He wasn’t sure really, what kept him from disappearing into the crowd. If he left now, he’d never have to talk about it. He could let it go... and yet, he had a feeling nothing would be the same between them again. He needed to get ahead of this, figure it out before things spiralled out of control. 

   Eventually, the crowd dispersed, some people walking off, some people calling cabs. A few people took a spot on the wall across from him to have a quick smoke before they left, and habitually he moved further away from them. He found himself checking his watch more and more frequently as he waited. Maybe Richie wasn’t coming. Knowing him he’d probably pussied out and taken a back exit. Bringing his palms up to his face, he rubbed his eyes, his cheeks, his nose. The anxiety he’d felt looking for him hadn’t gone away, only manifested into something worse. He took a few deep breaths before dropping his hands to his side. He’d wait another ten minutes, and if Richie didn’t come, he’d leave. Ten minutes passed, and Eddie told himself he’d wait another 20.. another 30. 

   A few of the comics from the night came out sporadically, laughing, talking abt what had landed and what hadn’t. Every time he heard the door open and shut his eyes snapped up to see who it was, and in true Richie fashion he’d decided to be the last to leave. Their eyes locked, and Eddies suspicions were confirmed. Things were not going to be the same again. His fingers fidgeted at his side, his mouth twitching as both men silently prodded the other to speak first. With a strange surge of confidence, Eddie found himself stepping forward, “What the fuck, man?” His question hadn’t come out nearly as angry as he’d wanted it to, just sad. Because that’s what he was; Sad. Sad that whatever... this... was, was about to end. “I mean... come on, Eds. She’s the worst,” Richie shrugged in response, that crooked fucking smile forming. Normally he would’ve found it endearing. Right now it was just pissing him off. Shaking his head, he made a noise of disapproval, “Uh-uh, you don’t get to joke your way out of this one, Richie. Not this time.” Richie threw his hands up in exasperation, “What!? It’s true! You want me to lie about it?” Eddie raised his brows, a breath of frustration coming out through his nostrils, “Why not? You’re good at it right? You’ve been lying to yourself for the last ten years.” Almost immediately, Eddie regretted what he’d said, and if he hadn’t, the look on Richie’s face would have made him.

   He wanted to apologize, but he knew if he did, he’d never have the nerve finish this conversation. They’d go back to their apartment and act like everything was normal, even though it wasn’t. This whole damn friendship wasn’t normal, because it wasn’t one. They didn’t want to be friends, they wanted to be a whole lot more. The only reason they weren’t was because Richie was always going to be in denial. “You don’t get to talk about her like that because you’re jealous. You don’t get to treat her like shit because you’re too scared to tell me how you really feel.” Did Richie REALLY think Myra was his first choice? She wasn’t. He’d been waiting for Richie to make his move since that game of Truth or Dare at their first college party. But he hadn’t, and Eddie was so tired of waiting. “Stop feeling sorry for yourself, because you’ve got no one else to blame.” 

[bloomvroom]

Hijabs at the workplace being banned in my country (germany) or, rather it being “okay” if the employer bans them really doesnt sit right with me. It just doesnt. I am not a fan of any kind of religion that dictates how women have to dress, but with islam it often *is* a choice, though there is pressure oftentimes too. I think its complicated. Basically my thoughts are, I cant generalize this. There will be women wearing it out of some sort of pressure or family force, and there will be women wearing the hijab cause they want to & cuz they believe in it. My issues with banning hijab at the workplace are a few. First of its rlly dishonest to say its about how big the religious symbol is, that smaller religious symbols are totally okay & that it only has to do with being ‘neutral’ at the workplace. This is already dishonest, this is cleary centering around - its okay if christians wear their cross necklaces, but its not okay if a muslima wears a hijab. In my opinion, either you bann *both* or you bann neither. If youre really honest abt it being about neutrality at the workplace, youd get rid of *all* religious symbols, not just hijabs. This would be an entirely new discussion : Is the workplace a place where your religious belonging should be showcased, yes or no? I have absoloutely no opinion on this as of now, honestly. I dont feel offended by christians wearing their necklaces, nor do I feel offended by seeing women wearing hijabs around me, and I wouldnt care abt it in the workplace either. I do think people shouldnt force their religious values into the workplace though, for example, theres more hardcore muslim guys who will refuse to shake a womans hand at work cuz of their religion, this I do take offense with - cuz its so blatantly sexist. But onto what else bothers me about it, what bothers me that its policing what a woman wears once more. This is what bothers me about discussions of general hijab banning, esp if people make it a feminist narrative. I dont think there is anything feminist in telling a woman not to dress a certain way, just as much as its sexist and horrible to tell a woman to cover up and to dress modestly is it sexist to judge a woman for covering up more & showing less, it is her body and it is her choice. Thirdly, and this is what bothers me the most, essentially hijabs are a oftentimes big thing for muslim women if they made that choice to wear it - so now essentially theres an atmosphere of having to choose either your religion or your workplace - and I think thats oppressive as fuck. Its also really backwards, lets go with the worst kind example of that a muslim woman is wearing a hijab out of peer pressure and not bcz she truly wants to - now youre also making her a financial dependent cuz of the hijab being banned at work. Now she cant work. Thats really scary and horrible. Cuz if she really was surrounded by an awful family system and force, and she did get into a position to work, now you made it that much harder for her to escape her circumstances. Thats horrible. & I think theres a lot of nuances to this. Cuz ive seen either, girls (not even necesserly wearing a hijab) feeling oppressed by their religion or culture, esp how their family interpreted it and lived it and *really* wanting to get out, girls being forced into wearing hijab, or girls coming from more progressive families where the hijab just is part of them showing belonging to the community, or an expression of their faith and it doesnt remotely stem from any forceful place at all.

Like. There is a lot of discussion to be held about islam in general I think, cuz I did see some shit growing up. Like a girl that went to my class, before graduating being shipped back into her home country to get married to some dude her parents picked for her - just ruining her chance to get into independency ever. Just like that, casually. So, its not wrong to say that a lot of oppression is happening within those cultural circles. But its also wrong to say that all people life islam in that manner, that this is allcompassing. Thats like saying fundamental christians & progressive christians are the same. You really cant make that comparison. Cuz it does largely depend on the community, the family, the cultures and so on.

Injustices just tend to rile me up pretty badly, and then I think about it a lot.

[grogblogging-follows]

so i went to see wonder woman – here are my thoughts, spoiler-free

first off: i know gal gadot is Super Not Great and i don’t want to touch that whole thing with a bargepole because it’s really not my place. i went to see this movie because it’s the first female superhero movie & that’s really important to me, but i totally understand not wanting to support it because of her.

but on to the actual movie.

i have super super mixed feelings, honestly. im so happy there’s finally a female superhero movie, about fuckin time honestly, & i got !! at several points in the movie bc its a lady!! doing what only men have done so far!! yes!! nothing that bothers me abt the movie remotely takes away from this fact; the bottom line is, thank fuck this movie has finally been made, and thank fuck it’s decent.

diana is amazing. she kicks ass & the movie shows us how powerful, badass, skilled, and just straight up determined she is. i can think of the number of female protagonists who are allowed to be just as kickass as she is on one hand. it’s also important to note that she’s not just the “sexy badass” trope; she’s allowed moments of real vulnerability and uncertainty too. her acting isn’t the greatest, unfortunately, and she’s kinda shown up by the rest of the cast who are all great characters brilliantly acted. in comparison, her character (and acting) can feel a little one-dimensional, which is unfortunate, but not bad enough to really affect the movie all that much.

the plot is a superhero plot. it’s tropey and predictable, the twists can be seen from literally miles away, there are conveninent plotholes & movie logic all over the place, and the final, climactic battle is the least interesting fight of the movie. some scenes go on a little too long, some jokes are set up for a while but fail to properly deliver; in general the script could do with a little tightening up. it holds the movie back from being truly great, which is a shame, but again it’s not something that ruins it at all.

this is a feminist movie, there’s no doubt about that. diana is independent and has no problem telling men to fuck off when they’re trying to decide what she should or shouldn’t do. but. and there is a but here. there are several things that detract from that.

first is the costume design. all the amazons are gorgeous and badass and their armour leaves little to the imagination. it doesn’t offer good protection remotely (there are even a couple of examples of the infamous boob cups), and it’s iffy whether they’re even practical to fight in (short skirts offer a good range of movement, sure, but heels, diana?). as a feminist im kinda disappointed; as a wlw i had an absolute blast. the only thing that did really bother me about these outfits is the camera work: the first shot we see of diana pans up from her heels, in a classic misogynistic reducing-a-woman-to-her-appearance shot (we see her body before we see her face); later, when we see the amazonians fighting, and its like theres there women doing amazing athletic leaps and oh look! the camera was perfectly positioned to see her butt. great.

neither of these are Massive Issues remotely; i wasn’t aware of either of them really beyond the first couple of scenes. the rest of diana’s fights we get to see a whole lot of upper thigh but again, im gay, and also it felt like the camera was more interested in her skill as a warrior than her sex appeal. i might be wrong, but that’s my take away. she is sexualised in dialogue, though, with several references to how attractive she is (i counted three, i think? so not terrible, but enough that i noticed it).

another potential issue is the romance. steve (chris pine) is no white knight; he can hold his own in a fight but he’s nothing like diana, and she comes to his rescue on multiple occasions. but i did feel he got a teensy tiny bit too much attention in the movie. he’s not the main character by any means, but he is in almost every scene after his first appearance (pretty darn early on), and he does get several important story/emotional beats, as well as shared credit for a lot of diana’s achievements. i’d also be interested whether he has more lines than diana; honestly it might be touch and go.

the final thing that i noticed, and the only thing that actually properly bothered me, was the way diana was characterised as the source of most of the movie’s comedy. remember that video that went around recently about the ‘born sexy yesterday’ trope? y e p. diana has no understanding of our world, needing basic things explaining to her, and, worst of all, is into the very first man she meets ever in her entire life. her faux pas in this world are amusing, theyre sweet, theyre honestly even really pure and lovely at points, but there’s too much of it. i’ve been trying to work out in my head how exactly it differs from thor’s inexperience of the world in his first movie, which was also played for laughs. i haven’t hit on exactly how it’s different – although i know it is – but i think the sex thing definitely plays a part. diana implies she’s not a virgin (also the only line that implies she and the other amazons aren’t straight), but she’s consistently shown to be unexperienced, using weird terms for sex and relationships, being confused by courtship tropes, and arguably being unaware of men’s attraction to her. it’s not awful, and it does provide some of the only comedy in the movie (which gets pretty fuckin dark in places, it’s ww1 and it’s not pretty). i do think it’s handled poorly, and at the very least overdone, which is a real shame.

honestly, in a plot twist that surprised everyone, diana and the whole feminism aspect of the movie weren’t what i liked best about it. i’d only seen a bit of one trailer and no other promotional material, so i don’t know whether i would’ve realised this if i had seen more, but i was so pleasantly surprised to see not only how diverse the supporting cast was, but unfraid the script was to get real about racial issues. a first nations man talks about the atrocities committed against aboriginal americans and gets taken seriously; a french-moroccan speaks candidly about racism. i don’t want to big this up too much – these are both single lines, not the focus of a scene or anything – but i did appreciate that these moments were included. this isn’t colourblind casting; it’s great that half the supporting cast are characters of colour, but even better that this isn’t just passed over without comment or made into a trope or charicature. the movie did really well in this regard, i think, and i am really pleased to see it.

all in all, a historic film, a decent movie, disappointing in a few places but very pleasantly surprising in others. it’s not my favourite movie ever, and i won’t be rushing out to see it again, but none of its faults could ever remotely detract from my excitement at there finally being a female superhero movie. about time, y’all.

[leaughrilke]

hello i have a question: how do the superbabies get their names??

hello!!!  well i am glad u asked bc i went through a handful of names for the kiddos before settling on finn, maia, and stella.  here’s a lil background info so u understand how i picked the names, then i’ll get into how kara and lena picked the kiddos names

so In General (i say this as a disclaimer bc i am not a huge comics person, nor have i conducted extensive research on kryptonian culture/naming, and all my info came from a couple days trying to glean what i could from reddit/wiki/etc) male kryptonian names are monosyllabic, ending with a consonant.  female names seems to often, though not always, end with an ah sound (lara, alura, astra, kara, etc); all examples do end with vowels and seem to be exclusively polysyllabic, though all examples only go as far as three syllables at most

so that’s the background info, here’s the actual headcanon

so they start thinking abt names p late into lena’s pregnancy??  not Late late, more second trimester but just like just sort of brainstorming bc quite frankly, neither of them rlly expected for it to take, for them to make it out of the first trimester without something going wrong.  like??  they both hoped, but were still prepared for the worst and then it doesnt happen and then they’re like......oh my god we need a nAME

so kara never explicitly says it, but lena’s done her research, come to some conclusions abt kryptonian naming conventions and she notices that kara’s suggestions are basically falling well within these conventions, and she like......she doesnt know how to bring it up, not sure if she even should, but she starts narrowing her names to ones that follow kryptonian conventions

they sort of accidentally start gravitating towards like......celestial names??  like their list for girls names are populated almost solely with ~space~ names and all the boy names with similar meanings are things like atlas, things that no one wants to saddle an infant with

and then lena’s like eight and a half months pregnant and constantly uncomfortable and crying at every other thing and they’re watching the force awakens and kara’s almost dozing, and finn walks on and that giant fucking nerd like gasps and kara bolts upright and is like halfway to packing the car up to drive to the hospital bc, u know, when ur wife is nearly full term and gasps rlly loudly, the first general thought is LABOR???  but lena’s heartbeat is normal and she’s doesnt look like she’s in pain so kara’s kind of like ??  babe you’re nearly nine months pregnant, please do not make that noise unless its Time, i’m begging you, i am tired

but lena’s just staring at the tv, open mouthed, gaping bc holy shit she knows what they’re going to name their son, should they have a son

kara what about finn

what

we can name him finn

finn?  like star wars?

finn like star wars

and kara sits for a minute, just looking at lena, her mind still struggling to like process that lena isnt in labor, she should probably put the go-bag down but then she’s grinning bc her wife is an Actual nerd and finn is a good name, a solid name, something that can work for a little boy and for a grown man and kara goes finn luthor, i like it

and lena gets this sort of fragile look in her eyes bc she appreciates the gesture??  she does, and she loves kara’s insistence that she should be able to reclaim the name but she doesnt want it, never felt welcome to it and she sure as hell doesnt feel like saddling her child with it so she shakes her head a little and says very firmly finn danvers and that is finn danvers’s origin story

maia and stella are easier??  u remember that list of names they had compiled when pregnant with finn, well it’s 90% girl names like they were truly fucked if maia had been a boy but, well, it worked out.  maia’s the name of a star in the taurus constellation and it fits kryptonian naming conventions and honestly??  it just sounds nice, sounds right.  maia danvers.  it’s short and easy to spell and sounds good with finn, sounds like a solid sibling name with starting with the same letter (lena was......kind of adamant abt that like.........not making that mistake @ the universe)

and stella!!  means star and also part of the name of the baby bat from stellaluna, which was.........maybe one of the first books kara read on earth and like...........got rlly attached to...............

dont look up the plot of stellaluna and think abt sad and scared little kryptonian orphan kara zor-el reading it and imagining her mom finding her, telling her it was all in the past, taking her back to krypton, taking her home

ANYWAY stella also fit kryptonian naming conventions and sounded nice with maia and finn and like idk the best way to describe it but it just felt right??  like there kara and lena were, sitting in their dimly lit room and kind of staring at this little baby in the bassinet by their bed, this little thing that’s so quickly claimed her own piece of their hearts and they’ve been going back and forth abt names for a little bit, since they got her down for the night and kara breaks out her phone bc ofc she kept the list of names in her notes and she kind of scans them and then whispers what about stella and lena repeats stella and they look at each other and they just know, u know??

do the kids demand the story of their names a lot??  yeah tbh.  stella in particular and when she’s small she latches onto stellaluna like kara did, usually asks kara to read it to her at least twice before bed.  when she gets older it sort of hits her, the like significance??  like how many times has she dreamed of the same thing--not necessarily like her birth mom appearing and being like lol it was all a bad dream but more??  someone finding her and being like hey!  ur not completely different, ur just different from them!  but ur completely normal for us!

i like how this went from p light to like haha have some angst disguised as fluff

[igot7idiot7]

Senior Year

Chapter 7: Death of a Bachelor

Wonwoo x Reader x Mingyu

Ch. 1 // Ch. 2 // Ch. 3 // Ch. 4 // Ch. 5 // Ch. 6 // Ch. 8 // 

Words: 956

Genre: slice of life??

Summary: A confession????

Warnings: lmao

A/N: i dont know shit abt cars and i literally looked up cars for teens 

Thursday, October 13, 2016

    It was a little over a week ago that the two got into a fight. Wonwoo apologized almost immediately; his worst nightmare was losing his best friend to something you viewed as a petty argument. He went to your house that night with a package of Oreos and a note begging for your forgiveness. It was almost impossible for you to stay angry at him, after knowing him for around 9 years. For Mingyu however, it took his pride and five days (not that you were counting or anything) to finally admit his wrong to both you and Wonwoo. He had brought you and Wonwoo to the most popular lunch spot to apologize. Being pissed at him never lasted longer than a week for you, you loved him like the brother you always wanted but never had. Things between you and the boys went almost back to normal right away but, it couldn’t be said for their relationship. They were still tense together, but they have tried their hardest to get things to be like they always had been for your sake. Back to them practically living together, sharing food, sassy comments, and being like brothers. 

    Here you are now though, the school parking lot, sitting in Mingyu’s red Chevy Malibu. He picked you up from your home at sometime around 8:30, saying he needed to talk to you. The car ride to the school’s parking lot was relatively silent, with the noise of the radio filling in any empty space. His arm rested on the center counsel, his hand just lightly touching your thighs. The lace on your shawl and your dark jeans kept his fingers from making direct contact but it sent shivers down your spine still. A quick glance was all you needed to know he was blushing. He was never the best at hiding his blush, but it was one of his many charms. Along with his openness to you and how he loved you like a sister. Your friendship has lasted for 7 years. With luck it’ll last even longer.

    You watched him as he parked in the spot in the back corner. His eyes darting back and forth to make sure he didn’t double park. Asshole parking as Wonwoo called it. It was something Mingyu did often, but slowly he started doing it more on purpose than on accident. You recalled the time Wonwoo made him re-park three times. The silence continued between the two of you and the radio played Death of Bachelor by Panic! At the Disco.

    Do I look lonely?

    I see the shadows in my face

    He tried to avoid your gaze as much as he could before he sighed. “So.. I know that you’re probably still pissed at me, but there is somethings that I know you need to know.” He slowly lifted his head so his gaze could meet yours. 

    “Go on...” You said. Many conclusions clouded your thoughts. What if he didn’t want to be your friend? What if him and Wonwoo can never be friends again? What if they’ve been fighting for all these years, and you’ve just been so ignorant to not notice? Your worst nightmares could come true. 

    The lace in your neck, tangles my neck, how do I live?

    The death of a bachelor

    Oh, letting the water fall

    “I’m tired of waiting for the sky to fall Y/N.” He used reference from the song. “For the past four years, all I could think about was you. The way you push back your bangs, the way you squint your eyes when you laugh. Every time I see you, it feels like my heart is going to burst. I can’t think straight when you’re the only thing clouding my visionYou’re one of the best things that has happened to me, Y/N.”

    Alone at a table for two and I just want to be served

    And when you think of me, am I the best you’ve ever had?

    Share one more drink with me, smile even though your sad.

    “Mingyu, I-”

    “The reason Wonwoo and I were fighting was because of you. We both love you so much and we both just want you to be our own. Neither of us were willing to let the other have you. We said that it was over homecoming because we didn’t want to tell you.” He looked you dead in the eye. “Please forgive me. I just didn’t want to lose you to him. I promised myself when I realized I liked you, that one day you would be mine. And I’m not about to let him confess before me. I’m not going to let him...”

    You looked at him feeling the pain he must have been in. When Mingyu liked someone, he fell hard. What was shocking was that it was four years. In the past he would like someone for a few months and then get over them quickly. He was never one to be able to like some one for longer than four months before. 

    Happily ever after

    How could I ask for more?

    A lifetime of laughter

    At the expense, of the death of a bachelor.

   “I- I don’t know what to say, Gyu. This is so sudden, so-”

    He let out a sigh, “Y/N, I love you. Can I call you mine?” His hand reached for yours, intertwining your fingers together. He whispered barely audible “The spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly.” He looked down once more, saddened by your silence, but he knew that it was for good reason. He started the car once more and headed out of the school parking lot.

    “Do you wanna get a McFlurry?”

Chapter 8

[deamaia]

hey this is a different anon but could you briefly tell me abt homophobia in 207 bc it's been a while since i watched it and i genuinely don't remember anything from that lol

ehhh alright... well starting from the fact that the episode was described by todd as “malec mania” to basically hype all of us up, he promoted it as a big malec episode with lots of content when in reality we only got about 3-5 minutes of them. the trailer for the episode heavily used malec’s first time as a way to get people involved and again to hype us all up. 

now let’s talk about the content of the episode, first of all they had put out some stills a little before it aired that showed magnus leaning on alec and alec’s arm around him, both of them drinking wine, what did we get on the episode? a kiss where both alec and magnus aren’t even moving, and with so much space between the two of them. but here is where the fun starts,  the next scene we get is jace having sex with a random girl, someone we literally have never seen before, and she is on top of him completely naked, and at one point you can see her boobs (not the whole boob just side boob but for a freeform show this was something i honestly wasn’t expecting), they get to flirt and roll around in bed laughing, once alec walks in the girl is like “join us” like ???? why include that :// (also the fact that jace brought random girls to have sex to MAGNUS’ house and didn’t care about how magnus would feel about it...). anyway we get a conversation between izzy and alec about sex which was honestly damn cute and needed, and we were excited yknow? like we knew alec was about to go and find magnus to get railed but haha we were clowned. once alec gets there they have the conversation about how magnus is afraid that if they move too fast he is gonna lose alec, alec reassures him, kissing him and going out of frame into magnus’ room. 

the two biggest issues of this episode was that 1) they didn’t make it 100% clear that magnus was giving concent, magnus mentions how he doesn’t want to move too fast, and alec says he won’t lose him just because they take a big step on the relationship, and alec ends the scene saying “i want this”, while still showing magnus not completely sure that he wants to take the step. i am not saying alec did anything wrong, because as it was shown in 2x18 they both very clearly wanted it and were excited, but the issue here is that they didn’t show that in 2x07, they realized people were upset about this and todd basically went on twitter to say it was al consensual which was good! but still if they had done it right none of that would have been needed and 2) they chose to show a heterosexual sex scene where one out of the two people was a character we have never even met that lasted for about 1-2 minutes (a scene that could have been completely removed and wouldn’t alter the story at all and would even leave more time for malec to at least TALK), while giving malec like a one minute scene where they mention them wanting to have sex, and then not actually showing us if they had had sex, the issue here wasn’t that they didn’t give us a malec scene but rather that they didn’t even confirm if their biggest most important couple at the moment had done this very important thing at least for tv standards. even in 2x08 they didn’t confirm it, malec didn’t even act like a couple who had just been intimate for the first time which was what made all of us doubt it even happen, worst part is, after people told them and repeated how our issue was mostly with the double standard shown on the episode, neither todd nor darren commented on the issue, not one tweet, not even just a simple response, nothing. the only thing that confirmed it was todd’s tweet about consent that i meantioned previously. they didn’t even know they had fucked up until all of us were raging about their clear bias.

thankfully they fixed in 2x18, which they were writing for around the time the whole 2x07 thing happened. but still. their most homophobic episode is 2x07 and we all had the right to be upset and disappointed and even after two years i am still fucking angry about it. 

[haeroniel-doliet]

thoughts on ice skating

supposed to be under read more, sorry if mobile is weird! 

i mean ive missed multiple weeks and alll in all the society/ practice is quite weird like the beginners teacher dude keeps rambling off about like olympics skating or how higher levels have this and this move and look ive taught that advanced kid over there and heres how they do that technique rather than concretely helping us develop those basic skills that were apparently flawed at. like how do i do that correction youre just showing me bc clearly im about to fall over bc idk how to do it. and i tried being all professional and interested and make the most of it for myself, but cant help the frustration when it goes out of the easy shit into the stupid spins because apparently i just cant do it. be it my skates are too thin or too sharp blades or my ankle is not strong enough  or enough support thats why its going bad? idk even but i cant spin. cant do it. idk i kinda know multiple things that are fucking up and its frustrating and annoying and its just not gonna work yknow i can kinda turn 180. no i cant do the multiple spin spin spin that seems so easy. is it my skates or is it my inadequacy? im not getting new skates tho, im only here because i have my own skates a while back, im clearly so shit that im not even gonna be a milkly good figure skater im not gonna get in on that. i might as well do fuckin ballet rather than this. im actually looking into that kinda now id love to try. 

ice skating is dumb in the way that ive done it since im a child but never as a hobby, like ive done it with most the time my own owned skates since like 3-4 yrs old like young. but school only ever teaches forwards and basic backwards (apparently its cheating backwards) and basic stop and turns and idk things you learn somewhat naturally and my coolest tricks always been sausages (or bubbles as they call them here) and those are apparently baby level beginner stuff and im just :| yeah i can do those tho. and now ic an do them backwards which is kinda cool, and im more confident one foor skating/gliding. but like never as a hobby so i guess none of that matters, i did try to do intermediate and could keep up to an extent but i guess my basics are so shoddy i wasnt doing well enough for my own standards, and even now looking over tho the teacher is better and more encouraging, everyone seems to be doing crazy tricks and jumps and spins and one leg up fancy shit and im just... ya. guess i cant be over there. cant do it. lemme just stand with mr blabber mouth. it is frustrating bc yeah maybe i wanna be that intermediate level, maybe i wanna go skate with my family/old friends and show off bc look i can do like 3 4 cool things im almost a real skater. but fuck i guess my skates are limiting me and i should try use the rental skates? that are dull af but have better support? idk, ive got blisters from them the last i used them and i dont particularly wanna use shitty skates. but i dunno even what to do, i dont particularly wanna drop on some fancy skates just to find smths wrong again and im shit and cant do it. maybe id suddenly improve and feel a lot better about myself and take it as a proper hobby but realistically nah. im actually kinda frustrated i dont even know if i wanna continue. yes i have a friend that goes, yes i have skates and you only get better by spending time on ice and id like to be better bc only recently ive realised how shit i am, (trust me its confidence boosting to have skated with bambis on ice who are afraid of moving at all and then i can at least go kinda fast if i want) but i cant even turn properly, cant stop properly neither. its just ugh, i dont think im getting as much out of it as i should be, i dont know if its the teachers fault, my skates fault, or my own personality/inability. 

no im not doing the dumb kinda competition theyre organising in a few weeks. the criteria for intermediate (that i havent participated in enough anyway recently) is fuckin hops and drags (my skates do not drag! to sharp? idk) and spins and fancy shit i havent even ever tried to. yeah sure i could for the fucks of it do the beginners bc its uh, bubbles forward and backwards that i can do, and i can kind of do the chassee thing kind of. but i cant do a god damn spin for the life of me apparently so i might as well save my 5 pound and ‘pride’. ugh. besides the fun part was that he was talking abt the higher levels leg up glide thing, and had us do it against the wall bc ‘afraid well just face plant’ and i guess i can bring my leg up decently high when supported by the wall which is fun, and otherwise im not the worst of the 5 beginners that showed up. but yeah im just frustrated with it over all. dunno how long the clubs even gonna continue for, theres only one friend there that i would continue for which isnt great considering means i dont consider the others easy to make friends with or ones i could be fond of enough to over look the struggle of the hobby. 

i think my plan was to call my dad not only to ask if they had a preference for when my friend would fly down to visit  so she could buy her tickets, but i guess also i was going to say about the skate apparently being too soft and too thin/too sharp and express this frustration that i still cant do shit, that maybe even using unsharpened (and uncomfortable) rental skates could be better for skating and just wonder what im even doing abt this all. clearly not competing but idk even if we could just come to observe/skate for fun during the competition etc or if i should just skip to catch up/pack and clean idk. also im kinda annoyed at myself otherwise bc i just tuesday saw with J and shes off for a few weeks and i made such a good verbal plan saying id do an email and a summary im weeeeeks behind on on tuesday evening and prep for class today (didnt prep but it went okay anyway) and today i would have gone to class and to skating with a healthy meal (check check check) and come home to sign up and send the other email thats been bugging me, and then do my report due midnight i havent even started on. said id work after midnight if it was taking so long so id have it done..... i had a nap instead. not even a god damn shower i was planning to have tuesday and now its 3 am on thursday. ayy. sure i could skip classes tomorrow to shower and clean my room and maybe complete a task before i drag myself to an archery arrow lesson and badminton after (no thatll be fun, but ill be back rly late) but ive skipped so many classes and i wana see and be with my friends i might as well go, and if i get abandoned work on work somewhere in between classes and maybe actually get something done? gasp. shock. and still get home and do smth like clean and do dishes to be productive while anticipating fun thing, do it and come home and actually sleep bc im fuckin that over eh. but fuck. its not just that i have 1 overdue summary from two weeks ago, i have another summary due thursday night. maybe, in between classes i could do both, miraculous i guess yes but would be cool. do two summaries, send off both and an apology email for the other, take the spare chance to book myself another experiment if theyre still running and if not send an apology email bc i missed one in class one and ask what now. and then maybe even since the calendar is out get my 3 planned viewings booked so that i can see them b4 going back home and dont get fucked. maybe even add the corrections i got yesterday to my other report. wow wouldnt that be great. i could do them now but i should get to sleep right now heres hoping ill remember the corrections then. and then id need to look at the video for the assignment that was due yesterday and bring up the files and find the debrief and begin filling it in and maybe email researcher if i need to, and do the easy part. so that maybe logical me in a clean room will fill in the ethics part between classes on friday or after class or gasp on saturday bc im not going to st andrews after all... its a lot.. i hate that two days are wasted already. ugh. uGH. well get by. lets just try stay positive, now im going to sleep and wake up to go to my 11 class prepared to do some easy work between classes. yes yes. its probably weird that who ever has read this far has read all this shit and maybe i should just keep my shit personal and not post on my main blog bc surprisingly its open to anyone who just slightly would wanna see it,and though you likely dont know me in person its a bit weird huh idk. maybe this is here so my cousin can read it if she happens to , maybe its so that you can read it and be like ya i do that and i think like that too pretty cool im not alone, maybe its for me to read back and not have to be exposed to my worst ugly vents on my plain vent blog and can remain positive thomaybe not. its under read more anyway. lets try bury it guys.