#no wes/jen hate-just a little for fun scenario

[rangerdrabbles]

American Badass

Inspired by Dan Southworth-if Eric had a sister. Unlikely but fun little scenarios.

The first time Wes heard that Eric had a sister, it was because his father turned her down a place in the Silver Guardians. It was for the usual old-fashioned thinking, but that turned out to be a big mistake for one reason-Jamie Myers was a Marine.

A Marine. Wes had been flabbergasted when he’d heard, and when he’d asked Eric, Eric had just grinned widely and said, “GI Jane has nothing on my sister.”

Not only was Jamie Myers a Marine, but she was apparently *the* Marine, having set every record and blown her male counterparts out of the water. The rejection resulted in a call from a high-ranking Marine official who almost got the Guardians shut down before they began. That little incident tested Wes’ talents of smooth talking. Though it would have meant he’d be out of a job, Eric seemed to find the whole incident hilarious.

Though she’d become a part of the Guardians after that, Wes hadn’t seen much of her at first, though he’d certainly heard of her efficiency. She and Eric had little trouble taking care of any problems that arose, knocked around Cyclobots with ease, and had even gone toe to toe with Ransik at least once. 

The next time he really saw her, though, was the final battle with Ransik. She was the only Guardian left standing aside from Eric and himself. Right after he and Eric had morphed, Wes heard something.

Helicopters.

“On your feet boys, the cavalry’s coming!” Jamie called cheerfully. Everyone-including and Wes-looked up to see dozens of helicopters, with dozens of men jumping out of them.

“Did your sister just summon the Marines?”Wes asked.

In response, Eric thumbed a finger towards Jamie,who grinned and said, “Did you know that things like this are a matter of national security? Who knew?” And then she’d charged off, yelling  Semper Fi!” Followed by a curse that made Wes arch an eyebrow underneath his helmet.

By the time the Time Force Rangers arrived, things were actually halfway handled, and in spite of Wes’ warnings, Jamie had gone toe to toe with Ransik at least three more times.

When it was all over, Wes couldn’t help asking her out on a date.

“You always go for the tough ones, don’t you Collins?” Eric teased.

Wes coughed and tried to hide his blush, but blushed even more at Jamie’s response.

“I’m surprised you noticed I was a girl, Collins,” she replied. “So far the only person who has helpfully pointed that out was your father.” She grinned. “But you can pick me up at seven. Don’t be late!”

[phantomoftheorpheum]

hi!! 😊 i liked that christian was a major red herring. it was nice to be validated even though i was expecting it. i like christian but i think he is a little too similar to tabby to be interesting as a love interest. they are the male and female versions of each other 🤣

johnny deserved better. although i think he was a little too understanding with imogen at times, he knew she was going through it and i respect him for that. the way she demanded to see his texts and look at his search history was such a red flag. of course i get it in this context but irl that would not be okay. maybe imogen need to be single for a while.

i don’t like jen. i will never like jen. she’s manipulative and a liar. i will never excuse how she deflected and made noa the bad guy in the conversation where noa attempted to confront her about robbing shawn’s house. how their shippers ignore that problematic behavior is beyond me. i’m sad that she will be in season 3. at least i’m not alone in this as i’ve seen a lot of people complaining about this ship in the pll original sin instagram comments. i hope the writers hear our complaints. it has made noa my least favorite liar when i used to love her.

Hi! I agree!

You are so right about Christian! I should have trusted my 2x01/2x02 gut that he was a red herring, but then I got so suspicious of the fact that no one was suspicious of him when they obviously should be. jksdhfksdf. I'm still baffled by how Tabby didn't think to put either Wes or Christian on their original suspect list, considering their love of horror and the masks stuff, but I'm just gonna have to learn to accept that. I'm glad Christian was good too, though. I never wanted him to be bad, just was very suspicious he might be. They definitely gave him some dialogue that pointed his way. But he was a good red herring! He worked until the finale when they started getting suspicious and then I knew it wasn't him.

I have said it once and I will say it again, Johnny is quite literally the chillest dude on the planet (😂 this will never stop being funny to me, I am sorry). I'm also glad that he's not bad because I think he's an enjoyable addition to the cast and I hope he is in next season (again, assuming they get a next season) because we still know almost nothing about him, so they could do a lot of fun things with his character. But I do think Imogen needs to take some time, regardless of the Johnny stuff (I mean, he really should NOT want to date her ever again because she nearly killed him??) because this was a mess. I also think all the girls (but particularly Imogen and Tabby) do still need mental healthcare, but obviously not with Dr. Sullivan.

Aaaaahhh, the Jen stuff. I just kept thinking there was going to be some sort of reveal/resolution that made the Jen stuff feel like it worked in the season and had a reason to be there. I had so many possible scenarios I was willing to accept. and yet, they managed to find one which was none of them??? I can't believe I sat through so much love triangle crap for literally no payout. I hate love triangles and the only redeeming quality is that they usually have a big blowout scene when it all comes out, but they didn't even give us that???? It will be interesting (assuming they get a season 3) to see if they respond to the criticism like they did with the Ezra thing, because a lot of people feel Noa's carelessness about the situation (and she was super, super manipulative towards Shawn throughout this, as well) ruined her character for them. Now, I think it's fine to tear a character down and need to build them back up, and I think it's good to see the Liars engage in flawed behavior, the problem I have here is... they (the show) have given no indication that they think they actually DID tear Noa's character down? Like, I am sorry, but her behavior was flat out cruel and she felt a tiny bit bad about it for like 2 seconds and faced absolutely 0 consequences, and that, not that she made some terrible decisions, is the real problem here. It's not "tearing a character down to build them back up" or even "giving a character flaws" if those things are never acknowledged as flaws and terrible behavior in the first place? Ugh. There was just so much potential with this storyline (literally so much!) and they just threw it all straight in the trash.

[pileofsith]

Immediate plans for the comic:

next chapter is 6 pages long, we get to meet a few new characters (notably, Jen June the female Pau'an from the semi-finished TCW Utapau arc)

the chapter after that is a, uh, fun little flashback of 3-4 pages on Fortress Inquisitorius, it serves no purpose except as a tonal shift + as a way for me to marinate my thoughts for the chapter after that

if anyone wants to poke at the semi-marinated plot parts with me, please hit me up lol I'm drowning

the semi-marinated chapter will contain Boga the varactyl, who's the key visual element of this whole project to be quite honest, so that's exciting

I think it's time to admit this comic is partially the reverse of a teen horsegirl movie: instead of a kindly rider taming a misunderstood horse, it's a giant lizard who's chill around everyone else just hating the main character's guts until they earn each other's respect

whoops on second thought, that's approximately what happens with Reva too, except it's mutual unhinged behaviour until they have themselves a little truce, so I'm not sure who the horse is in that scenario

so many metaphorical horses here, too many

[murderslugs]

Getting To Know Them || Slasher x Reader Bf/Gf Scenarios Pt 2

Jason Voorhees

When you woke, you were lying in a dim living room. The windows were boarded with thick, rotting oak planks and the doors were bolted shut. The only light left to illuminate the room was a small lamp on the old, rustic coffee table in front of you. Beneath you was a somewhat scratchy couch, clearly taken off of someone's front line with a paper labeled "free to take" on it, or from some dump. However, you were thankful that it at least wasn't the creaky wooden floor instead. You scratched at the rope around your wrists, loosened from being wriggled around and messed with.

You sat up and allowed your vision to re-adjust, and saw the same man in flannel and ski-mask in an arm-chair on the other side of the coffee table. He didn't seem to notice your awakening, or he at least didn't acknowledge it. He was reading a book with a maroon cover, and you couldn't make out the small copper-shaded title. You studied his movement. He was calm and showed little emotion in his body language, simply reading in peace.

In a split second, you decided to break the peace and silence. "Who are you?" The man put down the book in his lap, but only looked up at you for a moment, silent. You could see him think, then make a few hand gestures. You came to the realization that it was ASL, but you never really learned the language, despite your interest in it. You saw him take a deep breath and get up, grabbing a pen and a notebook off a table to the side. He slid the items onto the coffee table before you and slowly unbound your wrists. You wrote your question out again, "Who are you?" and slid it around for him to see. He read it, and wrote quickly, in slightly messy handwriting, "Jason. any more questions?" and slid the items back.

From here, you two went on for hours, listing out questions on the notebook and answering them for each other. You filled out pages and pages, ranging from basic questions to things like "what was your childhood like?" Certain things like that, he would pause and then write that he didn't want to talk about it. Through the night or day (due to the lack of natural light, it was hard to tell,) this game went on.

Michael Myers

Though you tried your best and struggled and squirmed, the man who had taken you still had gotten you tied to a chair; where you sat with a belt tying your wrists to the wooden beams, thankfully with a cushion underneath your rear. You shut your eyes for a second and groaned, throwing your head back. You always thought of yourself as strong and independent, a fighter who didn't need help from anyone. Alas, this was one ass you couldn't kick, and you hated yourself for it.

Across the kitchen, the bright lights shined on the tiled floor, and a tea kettle whistled ceaselessly. The sound of running water stopped as the man who had taken you walked from the bathroom and into the kitchen. The man dried his hands on his pants and took the kettle off the burner, shutting the flames off. You observed him take two random mugs from the cabinets above, and place them on the white countertop. He carefully poured the tea into the two cups, and a light herbal smell filled the air. After a moment, you recognized the smell of hibiscus tea. This was a familiar smell, something your aunt made every morning when you spent the night at her house in the summers between school years.

The man walked over and brought the two cups with him. A low, slightly muffled, silky voice came from behind the mask as he slid a mug across the table to you. "Careful, it's scolding." The tall, built man walked across and unbuckled one of your arms from the chair for you to pick up the mug with. "Drink." He said, before taking a seat before you. This is when he slid the mask off, to reveal a face beneath that you never would have expected. Dark brown, shaggy, messy, wavy hair fell over his forehead, and he blew it out of his grey eyes. His face was scarred and his lips were chapped, but it somehow wasn't unappealing or revolting.

"What's your name? Who the fuck are you?" You asked, leaning as far as you could with your restraints still intact. The man pushed his hair back and sighed heavily, sipping the near boiling tea. "Michael. 24. Libra." He said in a monotone voice. You rolled your eyes. "This is an introduction to your victim, not The Dating Game." You told him harshly. "Well, is there something specific you wanna know? It's not like your giving me anything to go off of, sugar cube." 'Michael' replied with the same energy in return. "Fine. I'm (Y/N). What else is there to say?"

Carrie White

Like the pale girl suggested, Carrie if you remembered correctly, you came back to the public library next Sunday, around noon. You had finished the book you had most recently checked out, so you had to return it anyways. Walking down the pavement, you saw here in a light sundress, walking up the few steps and into the library. You ran to catch up and followed her, careful not to startle the girl. As soon as you got inside, you carried yourself to just behind her, and tapped on her shoulder.

The girl turned around, and a look of confusion appeared on her features. "(Y/N). We met here last week? I suggested you check out Narnia." You reminded her, an eager smile painted on your face. A spark formed in her eyes, and she returned your smile. "Oh! Yes, yes, I remember. I'm sorry, my mind is awfully clouded lately." You assured her that it was alright, and you two went along.

The two of you walked down the aisles of bookshelves, and she looked for something new to try out. Maybe she would check out a cook-book and try a new recipe, or read up on WW1. Although, you DID notice that she avoided the religious aisle. However, you didn't comment on this, out of respect. You two checked out a few books, and on the paved outdoor steps, you stopped her. "Would you like to go for coffee or tea? Even a pastry? There's a little shop down the street, I'll buy. I'd just like to talk a bit.

Carrie obliged happily, and the two of you took your books and walked down to the small cafe. It had a dim, rustic theme, and brought peace to anyone who entered it's walls. There was a faint vanilla sent in the air, welcoming you two. For about an hour, Carrie sat down with you and talked about your life, your week, basic things. It was nice to get to know her. She seemed kind, and gentle. Everything about her was graceful, from the way she sipped her latte to the way she tucked her strawberry blonde hair behind her ear. As you two finished up your chats, you grabbed your things and greeted each other farewell, agreeing to meet again next week.

Jennifer Check

The pair of you had become half-decent lab partners over the last few weeks, but she didn't seem to be doing well with the subject. As a result, you decided that you would volunteer to tutor her in the subject after school. So, there you were, on your way to her house after school to hang out and help her study up on the subject and with the homework. It was a cloudy day, and you could tell that a storm was brewing in those clouds above your head. Because of this, you decided to walk a bit faster to avoid being soaked.

As you arrived at Jennifer's house, you knocked gently on the door. When you received no answer, you hesitantly knocked harder. Very suddenly, a slightly older woman answered the door, assumingly Jennifer's mom. The woman looked you up and down, then quickly turned to yell over her shoulder, "Jenny! Your new friend is here!" She then quickly invited you in and brought you a small tray of white-chocolate macadamia nut cookies, offering you to take one or two ((If you have an allergy to nuts, then M&M cookies.)) "I made these for you two while you were studying. There's also sodas in the fridge in case you need a drink." Jennifer's mom said joyfully, before scooping the strap of a purse onto her shoulder. "I'll be off now, I have a job interview to get to. Jen's room is upstairs, first door on the right. Have fun you two!" She informed you before heading out the door.

You walked up the stairs until you found an oak door, and knocked before coming in. "Uh, hi, it's (Y/N), I'm here to help you study..?" You said as you slowly walked in and shut the door behind you. Jennifer was standing, looking in the mirror and smearing concealer under her eyes. She sighed and looked over to you. "Sit on the bed. You know, I was gonna gut you like a fish and drink your blood like a Slurpee, but my mom seems to like you, and I don't think you're too bad. Shame, would have been a great opportunity." She said nonchalantly. As she turned to you, you saw that her face was pale and broken out in acne.

Your heart skipped a beat and the color drained from your face. "I'm sorry, w-what...?" You tried to gulp down the fear in your words. "I'm a succubus, idiot. Don't think that I didn't notice you staring at the blood on my shoes the first day we met. I feed on people's bodies and sexual energy so I can feel good and look good. But I've decided you're worth keeping around, so I'll save that for the next chump. So, shall we get to know each other?" She said calmly as she sat down beside you on the bed.

Billy Loomis

You were home alone yet again, but this time it was mid day. You were watching horror movies out of boredom on your couch, when you got a call. You hesitantly answered, to hear a familiar voice on the other side of the phone. "I'm here, come let me in." You carried the phone with you. You figured one of your friends had stopped by to say hi, and their voice just sounded messed up due to shitty reception. You went to your front door, and looked through the peephole to see someone in a shitty costume, probably from Walmart, as it was October, and stores were starting to sell Halloween costumes and decorations. You hung up the phone and stuck it in your pocket, opening the door slightly with the chain lock still intact.

"Cut it out, prankster. That's not a very creepy costume. Ooo! I'm so scared!! Listen, I've seen the original Japanese film The Ring a million times, I'm not too scared of much." You heard the person sigh and push the door forward aggressively, breaking the lock. You jumped back in shock. "Hey! You're paying for that, asshole!" You yelled only for a quick response. "No, I don't think I will, beautiful. The man said, taking off his mask. To your shock, it was someone that you went to school with, Billy Loomis. You remember him graduating just the year before you, and were a bit shocked at his sudden appearance. You two had talked a bit, and you could consider yourselves acquaintances, but never really close friends.

Billy took a step forward, and in turn, you took one back. He put his hands up, showing he had no weapons in his hands. "Look, I'm not gonna hurt, that's not what I came to do. I just want to...get to know you. Look, you can pat me down, if you really feel the need. I don't have any weapons on me." You lowered your defenses a bit, but still kept them up. "Why would you want to know me so bad?" You asked hesitantly. "Well, I looked through your window and realized I'd found you again. And I wanted to get to know the pretty (girl/boy/person) I used to look at in the hallways every day." He said in a smooth tone. And that's where your night started.

Thomas Hewitt

It was a lovely Texas summer day. A warm breeze carried through the semi-tall grass in the fields, and the smell of fresh bread filled the small wooden house. On this fine afternoon, you happened to be listening to some old music, from the 50s-60s, and baking. When you least expected it, you heard a loud knock on the door. You figured it might have been one of your new neighbors looking to get to know you, or ask to borrow something. You strolled to the door and opened it, to see a rather large man in a butcher's apron, curly dark hair, and a rather scarred face on the other side. Though he had somewhat of a threatening aura, you knew that there was more behind his appearance.

You saw him open his mouth, but then stop and think for a moment. He hesitantly put his hands up and made a few broken and hand signals. You realized quickly that it was sign language, as you had an uncle growing up that happened to be deaf, so you learned it so that you two could talk. "I'm not deaf, I just don't like to speak." You watched him sign apprehensively, and responded allowed. "That's okay, hun. What can I do for you?" You asked, and he thought for a moment. "Do you have some salt I can use? Papa shot a..." He stopped for a moment, then looked back up to meet your eyes. "Papa shot a deer, and we ran out of salt to dry out the hide and season the meat." He asked, and you replied. "Of course! Come right in, I keep a few bags in the cupboard, I have a half-full one you can take home." You told him as you allowed him to come in and shut the door behind him.

Your bread sat warm in the window-sill, cooling down. As you handed him the salt, he pointed over to it. "Oh, do you want a piece?" He nodded aggressively, and you smiled. You grabbed the metal baking sheet and put it on the counter, slicing a few pieces. "Here, you can have more than one. I make it all the time, and it's just me here to eat it anyways." You told him. "Would you like to sit down and chat for a moment? I can make you tea or coffee too if you like? You can tell me about yourself. That is, if you don't have to be home right quick." The man nodded again, and set the salt down on the counter. "My name's Thomas. I'd like some...Peppermint tea, if you have it." The man signed to you, his guard down as he clearly felt welcomed in the household. "Okay, Thomas, right on it." You smiled warmly and handed him a thick slice of warm bread with butter and mulberry jam smeared over the top. "Take a seat, dear."

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~Author's Note~

Hi guys, I'm so sorry it took so long to get this second part out :( I've just been really stressed and not in a great mental place, plus the factor of writer's block and being scared to burn myself out. But thank you for those who have stayed through the hiatus to continue reading!! Please comment below if you have any character or scenario requests. Goodbye for now, loves!

[jodibodie]

I Have Some Feelings

To start let me just emphasize how much I love and adore this show and always will. This was my covid show. Both of my kids loved “Lucifer” and always said I should watch so at the start of covid I binged it and when I say binged, I mean all 4 seasons in a few days and have rewatched so many times I’ve lost count. I think it is timeless, engrossing, original and all around amazing. The writing and the cast were all excellent. The writing was smart and consistently strong and that is so rare.  Funny, sad, poignant, it hit all the notes with very few plot holes or missteps. There is not one episode in the entire series that was not engaging. Even if I didn’t like an episode, it was still well done. What a rarity.

The cast is scary good. Completely underrated. Just all phenomenally talented.  I don’t remember the last time a cast was this strong.  From the core group to both reoccurring and guest stars, the cast was just fantastic.  

Tom Ellis, no words.  The man deserves to choose whatever he wants to do acting wise. He should have people breaking down his door. He can truly do it all and do it all well. He took a character that if portrayed by a lesser actor could have come off as a complete asshole and made him one of the most sympathetic and loveable characters in recent history. Ellis made a crime solving devil, a promiscuous man-child that occasionally breaks into song and the evidence room into a beloved character that has become an icon.  

Lauren German, WOW.  She is just so damn good. She can break your heart one second and have you laughing the next. She makes Chloe real, and people don’t realize how hard that is. Chloe is smart, kind, tough and gorgeous but she’s also an insecure dork.  She’s us and German just brings it.  

DB Woodside I’ve loved since “Buffy”.  He is a phenomenal actor and who knew he could bring the laughs so well? His expressions were classic. Clueless angel indeed. Amenadiel could have been very one-dimensional but because of Woodside’s talent he became fully fleshed out and full bodied.  

I have no doubt Lesley-Ann Brandt has a huge career in front of her.  She took a character that very well could have been hated, a demon and made her into one of the most human characters on the show. Kudos to her for taking a tough role and making it her own.  

Kevin Alejandro is another actor I’ve loved for a long time.  He also took a character who if we’re going to be honest here did so many unlikeable things that he should have been truly despised but because of Kevin’s portrayal he was beloved. Great actor and a terrific director.

Rachael Harris IMO is the downlow MVP.  She was literally the rock and again, with a lesser actress the role could have been a throwaway. The normal human, the sounding board but Harris imbued her with so much more.  Her spit takes, sarcasm and her obvious compassion was what made Dr. Linda an unforgettable character. Once again just perfect casting.  

Aimee Garcia was a great addition. She made Ella a fan fav and put so much heart, joy and sincerity into Ella never once did you doubt that she would prevail no matter what was thrown at her.  Garcia was just fantastic, and I want her skin care regime.  

Scarlett Estevez pulled off the one thing I thought almost impossible.  She took the role of a young child and made it so I didn’t want to cringe. She portrayed Trixie so beautifully from day one that she was a true pleasure to watch.  Even though Trixie was super precocious Estevez never made her obnoxious. I loved Trixie and I have never said that about any child character in an adult show.  She was wonderful and has an amazing career in front of her.

That said, I’ve got some feelings now that I’ve seen the finale and have had some time to digest it all.  I love that Chloe and Lucifer had eternity and I agree that they had to be separated for Chloe’s lifetime. Didn’t like it but it’s the logical path. She’s human, he’s not. The ageing thing alone necessitated them not being together long term on earth and that’s just to start the list. They had to had to be apart for the short term to get their eternity but the duality of Lucifer's ending and Amenadiel's didn't sit right. Amenadiel as God got to have it all. His calling, his family etc. while Lucifer had to give up everything.  I also don’t buy the “If he came up from hell, he could never leave them again” defense.  I call bullshit.  Amenadiel managed, plus, missing out on the day to day is a huge sacrifice and by Lucifer missing out on the day-to-day Rory could still have had the hatred she needed to drive the story.  Popping in for birthdays, graduations, weddings, etc., the big stuff does not a father make.  Not being there for skinned knees, first heartbreaks, and all the little things a daughter needs her dad for can build up tons of resentment.  Boom, absentee father, just like his dad was. That provides all the millennial angel angst you could ask for. I have a daughter; it doesn’t take much.

The Trixie issue was huge for me. Can Chloe see her in Heaven? Will she be able to travel to Heaven and visit Trixie, Penelope, Dan, her father?  Chloe hesitated leaving Heaven in 5x16 because she couldn’t bear saying good-bye to her dad again. It seems as if Chloe sacrificed everything for Rory including Trixie. I want to preface this by saying. I liked Rory and loved the actress. I didn’t however like how it was as if she were their only child.  When Lucifer spoke of family Trixie was not mentioned. Their family day, the same thing. She didn’t need to be there, I get that the explanation regarding Rory would have been way too much to get into but just a mention of her, how awesome it would have been to share this day with her would have worked. It seemed as if Lucifer went from, “I would do anything to protect that little Urchin” to “Trixie who”. Trixie was a character that we watched grow up and she meant something to us. I hate to say this, but the writers did Trixie and the viewers dirty in this regard.

This show was built around a few premises.  Free will, honesty, redemption, sacrifice and family, both blood and made. The ending completely negated almost all of these.  Chloe and their entire family were made into the one thing Lucifer abhorred the most which are liars. Their daughter was brought up surrounded by lies. What did they tell Trixie?  The poor kid just lost her dad, and she was pissed at Lucifer when he went back to hell the first time. Did she grow up hating him because as far as she knew Lucifer left her mom again without saying good-bye and this time it was even worse because Chloe was pregnant.  I get that the actress who plays Trixie had limited availability but seriously. A quick good-bye.

“Hey Urchin, you won’t understand why for a long time, but I have to leave. You know I never lie so I can’t explain why but know that I love you and your mom and one day I hope you can forgive me.”  

A 30 second scene would have worked.

As all the characters learned throughout the series, omission of the truth is just a form of lying and there are always repercussions i.e., Chloe and Father Kinley, Dan shooting Lucifer, Maze finding out about Lilith and even Ella not being told. As far as free will, both Chloe and Lucifer had their free will taken from them in the end. By Rory forcing them to abide by her wishes, their free will was forfeited. It was a huge manipulation on Rory’s part and considering how much Lucifer hated manipulations it just didn’t sit right.

Parents making huge sacrifices I get. Chloe and Lucifer sacrificed everything for their child. Unfortunately for me this sacrifice, the way it was written seemed contrived to pull out maximum and IMO unjustified angst. I love angst.  Hell, this is my favorite show.  I thrive on the angst. But as I wrote earlier, all the anger, angst and hatred towards Lucifer could have been achieved without having Lucifer completely out of the picture. I have two kids and my husband, and I have made huge life altering sacrifices for them as many parents do but being there for the day-to-day little things was what made the difference in their lives and cemented the close relationships we have with them.

“Yeah, dad you were great. Showing up for the fun stuff, always swooping in for the big finish to play the hero then ditching us when things got tough. When Grandma was dying where were you?  Nice that you showed up for the funeral but the six months leading up to it…we needed you and once again you weren’t there. When T got sick, when Jen broke my heart, blah, blah, blah…”

Even the whole Chloe dying scenario. They could have written it that rage Rory traveled minutes before Lucifer got there. Have him pop in right after Rory comes back. There were so many ways to achieve the end game they wanted other than the way they went. It seemed contrived and as if they took the easy way out to get where they needed to go. The Rory rage that was the catalyst for her traveling back in time and Lucifer finding his calling could still have been accomplished without the whole Lucifer disappearing storyline.

Now that I’ve finished my diatribe there’s a couple of additional things I would like to say.  Lucifer is and always will be one of my favorite shows of all time. There are not enough words to describe the comfort and enjoyment this show has brought me. Thank you, thank you, thank you to the producers, cast and crew. You truly created something special.

To the fandom. Please do not let a polarizing conclusion rip apart the fandom. The only other fandom I was a part of tore itself apart so badly that the FBI got involved.  Hence why I waited for 15 years to dip my toe in again. Everyone invested in this show has the right to their feelings.  Debate is fine, baiting and bullying are not. The Lucifer fandom like the show is very special. Without the fandom we wouldn’t have gotten any conclusion so don’t let opposing viewpoints tarnish what has been a magical journey.  

[ravenbrenna09]

Jij Verliest - Chapter Seven: Clip 5&6

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note: I’m sorry, I’ve given up on actually making the texts. Also I didn’t italicize the texts because everytime I do, Tumblr doesn’t always get them all for whatever reason.

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Maandag 11:52

Chat: Broerrrs + Luc

13 July, 11:52

Jens: ROBBE. IJZERMANS. What part of ‘text us about it’ did you not understand?

Robbe: Lucas. You could’ve warned me at least.

Lucas: Sorry.

Aaron: What happened to ‘Chill Jens’?

Moyo: Caps lock must’ve been on. 

Jens: Caps lock was on. Didn’t feel like changing it though. It served a purpose.

Moyo: What’s going on?

Aaron: Yeah, what do VDS know that we don’t?

Lucas: Um, do you want me to tell them?

Robbe: I can’t have one blissful Monday afternoon, can I?

Aaron: Of course not, it’s Monday.

Lucas: Robbe had a *visitor* this weekend. Someone who showed up on Friday night. And didn’t leave until this morning 👀 Should my sources be correct… 

Robbe: Zoë or Milan?

Lucas: My sources are confidential.

Moyo: Please tell me it was Sander.

Robbe: Yes, it was Sander.

Moyo: Thank god. Wait, are you being serious?

Jens: Yes! And *someone* forgot to tell us.

Robbe: I’m sorry, I was busy.

Aaron: Yeah, we know what you were doing all weekend.

Robbe: Cuddling and watching Harry Potter?

Moyo: You’re boring.

Robbe: Haha 🖕🏻 Sander didn’t think so. Also, who else would it be, Moyo?

Moyo: Worst case scenario? Thomas. Best case scenario? A random one nightstand.

Jens: Thomas? As if.

Moyo: That’s why it was the worst-case scenario.

Lucas: If it was Thomas, none of us would be able to stop Jens. And I’m thankful it’s not because I’m sick of his face. And my boyfriend isn’t in jail.

Aaron: Seconded.

Moyo: Third.

Jens: You guys know I almost always agree with Lucas. But I am also sick of Thomas’s face. And I would need bail money. 

Robbe: Yes, I know. I have a rotten ex-boyfriend. Luckily, I have a new one that’s ten times better.

Jens: Yes. Did he explain why he was distant?

Robbe: Yes, he did and I forgive him. I would’ve forgiven him anyway, but he did explain. And we’re together now.

Jens: Good. That’s all that matters.

Robbe: So, since we all know what *I* was doing this weekend: how were all of your weekends?

Lucas: the Netherlands was fun. Got to see Isa and the girls again. Plus, Mom kept trying to force-feed Jens. She told him he was too skinny.

Jens: She said the same thing to you. Why are you singling me out?

Aaron: Amber and I went out to lunch with her mom on Sunday.

Moyo: My girlfriend’s roommates were out on Saturday night. So we ended up cooking together. The first try was a bit of a disaster, but we managed to make something good the second time.

Robbe: That’s great. I’m glad everyone had fun.

Lucas: When are we going to meet this mystery girl, Moyo? You seem smitten.

Jens: Yeah, you do. And you call me whipped. You should see you.

Robbe: But you are whipped.

Jens: I’m not denying it. But he’s also whipped.

Lucas: You are.

Moyo: When are we going to meet Sander? As your friends, he’s just as important as you are.

Robbe: I don’t know. Probably about the same time that you introduce us to Noor.

Jens: Wait, Noor is your mystery girl?

Moyo: Aaron!

Aaron: I DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING. I haven’t even told Amber!

Jens: Wait, Aaron knew about this and not me? I’m offended, bro.

Lucas: I’d like to know how Robbe knew. Because if Aaron didn’t tell Amber, he didn’t tell Robbe.

Robbe: My source is confidential.

Moyo: Robbe, I hate you.

Robbe: Don’t hate me. She’s a great girl. Plus, it’s not like you two are sly. At our movie night, you two were far more comfortable than you should’ve been.

Moyo: Yeah, you’re right.

Jens: I feel like my entire world has changed. 

…

Dinsdag 17:45

When Robbe had stepped into the tattoo parlor a little before 17:00, Alicia had leapt over the edge of the counter and bounced across the empty lobby. She had tackled him, nearly causing both of them to crash onto the floor, and her electric blue ponytail smacked him in the face. Robbe recoiled slightly from the accidental slap before sinking into her embrace. Once she pulled away, she bounced on her feet, looking like she might explode from excitement. 

“I’m so happy to see you here again!” she said, grinning. “I was starting to worry that I would have to deal with grumpy Sander for the rest of my life.” Robbe chuckled and Alicia smiled proudly. “But I’m glad to see that you two have made up—you did make up, right? He has just seemed happier today and yesterday and I’m assuming it’s because of you.”

Robbe laughed. “Yes, we did.”

Alicia bounced again, still grinning. “That’s great! His shift is over in a few minutes…” She trailed off, eyeing him suspiciously. “But I have a feeling that you already knew that.” While Alicia continued to eye him with playful suspicion, Robbe shrugged and grinned. “Sorry, my mom always tells me that I seem strange to people who don’t know me. It’s just I’ve heard so much about you from Sander and he’s practically family so I’m pretty protective of—”

“No, it’s okay, I understand—”

As if on cue, Sander stepped out of the hallway. Even after a long day of work, his bleach-blond hair was still immaculate and pristine. Today, he was wearing another black shirt but this one had Emilie’s Tattoo Parlor printed across his chest. He looked tired, but Robbe wasn’t surprised. He had worked the early shift. 

Stopping at the desk, he placed down a binder and adjusted the strap of his bag a little higher on his shoulder. Glancing up, his eyes caught Robbe talking with Alicia. As soon as he spotted them, he grinned brightly over at them, all tiredness fading from his face, and said, “Alicia, leave my boyfriend alone.” His tone was light and teasing as he crossed the room. Sander wrapped Robbe in a hug before moving towards the parlor door. “I only have him for an hour before he has to go to work.” 

“Oh right,” Alicia said, smacking her head like she forgot. She grinned at Robbe, waving goodbye at the two of them. “Have a good dinner!” 

“Tell Britt hi!” 

Leaving the tattoo parlor, Robbe collected his bike before following Sander down a well-tuned series of turns to their destination. With one arm around Sander’s waist and the other steering his bike, Robbe felt like he was right where he was meant to. Robbe didn’t know where they were going—just to some restaurant that Robbe had to try—but he followed Sander’s gentle tugs and guidance with ease. Once they arrived at the hole-in-the-wall restaurant, Robbe locked his bike up and let Sander drag him inside. 

Robbe didn’t know what he had been expecting from the small restaurant, but it was one of the best pizzas that he’d ever had. As soon as they walked in, the cashier recognized Sander and proceeded to tease him about taking too long to bring his boyfriend around. When the cashier brought them their pizzas, moving before Sander could get up to get them, they were hot to the touch and fresh from the oven. 

As they ate their food, Sander would reach out to feed Robbe a bite of his or brush a hand on his thigh beneath the table. Every time Sander did something, paid attention to him, his heart grew three sizes. Even so early into their relationship, he felt so cared for. Robbe tried to do the same. He would reach out to hold his knee or hold Sander’s hand beneath the table. And Sander never shied away from Robbe’s touch. In fact, he seemed to blossom with it. 

As they left the restaurant, hand in hand and laughing, the cashier tried to say it was on the house for their favorite customer and his boyfriend. Robbe blushed profusely at their comment and Sander merely chuckled, thanking them. As soon as the cook called the cashier’s name, Sander quickly dropped the money to cover the order (and more) into the tip jar before dragging Robbe from the restaurant. 

Even though it wasn’t that long of a ride, Sander insisted on driving Robbe back to the flatshare. Their only trouble was getting Robbe’s bike in the car, but they managed to make it work by tilting it a little. The ride itself was short and relaxing. Sander drove with one hand on the wheel and the other was wrapped gently with Robbe’s hand. As he weaved through the traffic, Sander talked in vivid detail about a tattoo that he did earlier this afternoon as Robbe listened intently. 

As they pulled into a stop outside the building, Robbe got curious. “Hey, Sander.”

“Yeah?” Sander asked. 

“What were you thinking about, that night at the bar?” Robbe asked. 

It had been a question on Robbe’s mind for a while. His thoughts of the night were abundantly clear—okay, maybe slightly buzzed—that the random stranger with an armful of tattoos who sat down next to him and offered him a smoke and gave him an impromptu therapy session was hot. As he nursed his hangover the next morning, Robbe had briefly entertained the thought of meeting him again but Robbe had thought it was an impossible feat. Seeing Sander walk in that bar less than a week later… it had felt like a sign.

One that Robbe had been simultaneously curious and terrified of. 

When Sander was quiet, simply staring at the steering wheel with a small smile on his face, Robbe added, “I’m sure that it must’ve been one hell of a crappy impression.” 

Sander glanced up at him with a small look of disbelief and a scoff. “What makes you think that?” Sander teased. 

Robbe turned in his seat, facing Sander with a mischievous smile on his face. He placed their joined hands in his lap, running his finger over the back of his hand. “I don’t know, but if I saw a guy sitting quite dramatically on the floor—I think that was your wording,” Robbe said and Sander laughed, “and lamenting his ex-boyfriend, it wouldn’t have been the best first impression I’ve ever made.”

“I don’t know,” Sander said. He put the car in park before turning to Robbe, who was waiting impatiently beside him. Sander tugged their joined hands back into his lap before turning Robbe’s over so the palm was facing upward. Sander trailed a finger along the lines of his palm, leaving Robbe squirming in his seat. “I think you made quite the first impression.”

This time, it was Robbe’s turn to scoff. He leaned against the leather of the car, relishing in the feeling of Sander’s doodles on his palm. “You know as well as I do, I could’ve done a lot better than bitching about my ex with someone—”

“No,” Sander said, interrupting him lightly. His voice was quiet like he was having a private conversation with himself and Robbe watched on, biting down on his lip. “That wasn’t the time I meant.” 

Robbe’s eyebrows pulled tight, staring at him in confusion. “What do you mean?”

Sander’s eyes darted up to meet Robbe. He could see the panicked expression in his eyes, like he didn’t expect Robbe to hear his secret confession. Quickly, his expression shifted to nervous. A small lopsided grin formed on his lips as he tilted his head to the side. Sander’s hand fidgeted around his and Robbe twisted his hand around to grasp at Sander’s fingers. 

“Sander,” Robbe said. “What is it?” 

“Um,” Sander said, biting down on his lip. “Last August, I went to the bar with my roommates after a long day at work. While I was waiting for them to show up, I spotted this beautiful man standing at the bar talking with the owner like he did it every day.” 

Sander’s eyes raised, catching his brown ones in an instant, and Robbe was certain his heart stopped in his chest. Him, Robbe realized. Sander had seen him before. 

“Before I could work up the nerve to talk to him, to get the name of this beautiful man who turned my world upside down in an instant, his boyfriend showed up and whisked him away from me. I thought that was the end of it—that I missed my chance until…” Sander trailed off. 

Robbe felt his stomach flip, nervous and excited. Bringing Sander’s hand to his mouth, Robbe placed a kiss against his knuckles. Sander followed him with a heavy gaze in his eyes and the corners of his lips quirked up nervously. “Until?” Robbe asked, his lips brushing against Sander’s knuckles. 

“Until…” Sander continued. Robbe scooted closer to him—or as much as he could in the small confine of the car. He was practically leaning over the console, trying to get as close to Sander as he could. Sander glanced at Robbe nervously. “Until last month. It had been a rough few months, but I was starting to come out of it. It was my first time out of the apartment other than for work for a month and I looked over and saw the beautiful man in the bar again.”

Robbe giggled. 

“As soon as I saw him, I knew that he was the one. My mother used to tell me that there was no such thing as a coincidence,” Sander said, reaching up to wipe a thumb across Robbe’s flushed cheeks. “She used to go on and on about how ‘what is meant for you won’t pass you by’—”

“Is that what the quote on your side is?” Robbe asked, quietly. Sander paused, staring at him. “I saw it on Saturday but your arm was covering most of it.” 

Sander grinned. “Yes, it is. Now, back to the story—” 

Robbe mumbled out a quiet ‘sorry’ and Sander gave him a stern look. 

“When I saw that beautiful man for the second time, I knew that the universe was trying to give me a sign and I didn’t want to pass up the opportunity. When I saw him head outside to get some air, I followed. But I only managed to learn his name before the universe ripped him away from me again.” He let out a heavy sigh and slumped his shoulders. “But, lucky for me, I managed to find him again, not even a week later, and I knew that I couldn’t let him get away from me again.” 

“Wow,” Robbe said, breathless. Sander looked up at him with nervous eyes, staring at Robbe intensely. He let out a breath, reaching up to take Sander’s face in his hands. “You really saw me that long ago?”

“Yes,” Sander whispered. “Since the moment I saw you, I’ve wanted you, Robbe IJzermans… even before I knew what your name was.” His eyes scanned Robbe’s face. “Are you mad?” 

Staring at Sander for a few seconds, Robbe hastily undid the seatbelt around him. He could see the worried look on Sander’s face, like Robbe was going to climb out and never look back, but Robbe simply climbed on the seat. His knees dug into the leather as Robbe leaned across the center to press a deep kiss against Sander’s lips. He clung to the strands of Sander’s icy blond hair, holding on for dear life, as Sander let out a grunt. 

Since the beginning, Sander had always seen him. Whether it was last month outside the bar or last year inside the bar, Sander had seen him. He had seen Robbe in the comfort of his bed, in the disarray of a friendly gathering, desperate in a tattoo parlor, and so many moments in between. Robbe wanted Sander to see him in all of his moments and moods, just like he wanted to see all of Sander’s faces and facades. He wanted all of Sander, everything he could get them. 

Sander’s words from last Friday came rushing back: Robbe IJzermans, since the moment that I first saw you, I have wanted you. 

“So you’re not mad?” Sander asked, breaking their kiss. 

Robbe shook his head, practically panting against Sander’s mouth. “No, I’m not mad.”

“Good,” Sander said, quietly. “I was worried you might be.” 

“I’m not. I promise.” 

Robbe moved to kiss Sander again. Robbe wanted to kiss him a little harder. Robbe wanted to pour every single emotion bursting out of his chest into the kiss for Sander—for Sander to taste—at the same intensity Robbe was experiencing from him. But, at the last second, Sander pulled away a mischievous smile on his lips and Robbe couldn’t help the whine. “What were you thinking the night that you first saw me outside the bar?”

Robbe chuckled. “I could only think of one thing—” Pausing, Robbe leaned forward. His knees were strained from this position, but he didn’t care. Stopping a hair away from connecting their lips fully, Sander glanced up at Robbe with a mischievous look in his eye as Robbe grinned. “—Fuuucccckkk, he’s so hot.”

Sander laughed but his laugh was muffled by Robbe’s lips pressing against his. 

[naturaldisasterfanfiction]

3.

I stayed a few more days in Barbados before I rushed back to London, I needed to recuperate my thoughts still. I needed some peace and downtime, Barbados is the place for that, some inner peace before I throw myself into work and get my life in order before I can’t step outside. I feel sick, I am saying feel when I was sick twice on the jet, I don’t feel good at all but I need to gather myself before landing because I have a meeting to attend to as soon as I land in London. I am feeling a little better, more positive as I learn to accept my situation and learn the fact I will be a mother, I don’t have long. I keep saying this but because I haven’t prepared my work schedule is long and now I have to shorten that, I just want to be on my last months and be relaxing, I just can’t believe I am going to be a mother, I will be someone’s mother, will my child be proud of me. Will they love me, will they think their mother is the best, can I be the best mother, can I be like my own mother. Nothing else matters, like everyone’s opinion of me does not matter if my child doesn’t think I am good, I am shocking myself for feeling this way when I called it a mistake but it’s really making me have these types of feelings. I just can’t believe I am pregnant, I am more than overwhelmed but I hate that I have to somehow tell the world about it, like I would want to keep this a secret forever but then I want to show that my baby is not a mistake either. I have to really get my head in gear, my mom is with me like a bodyguard which I don’t mind at all, she is the best “you know what, everything is going to be ok. Cardi B is a step mother to three other kids, offset had I think like three others, so it’s ok you know. Everything will be fine” dragging my eyes away from the jet window and at Jen “sorry, what are you insinuating?” staring at Jen, what is she talking about “that this set out is ok” staring at her in confusion “are you working or thinking of me? Are you trying to say Chris and I are together now?” Jen laughed “well, I don’t know but I am trying to make you feel better bitch” Jen is a whole trip, acting like I am getting with him “I am nobodies step mother thank you, girl. What is even on your mind Jen!” I shouted at her.

My shouting woke my mom up, she fell asleep “oops” ducking my head down “if Mel were here she would agree to disagree, Debbie. I said nothing wrong” I wish the bitch was here, Mel stayed behind to stay with her family for a while which I don’t mind but I miss her already, she will join me soon on this trip “I am not going to be with him even though I was sad, I am not going to get the whole baby daddy thing. The whole loving thing, I am just going to be on this journey on my own, but I think Chris I are pretty set on our way. When speaking to him it was weird because all he did was stare at me with puppy dog eyes and he did what I said but he has so much mess, so I think with us it will be about the baby if Chris learns to listen so you wrong. I am not a step mother” I pointed at both Debbie and Jen “right, let’s skip a year. Coming up it will be baby big head first birthday party. This is just a scenario, the party is happening, and Chris asks can his daughter and son come, which are half of your child. They will be siblings, even though I have a feeling you both will be disagreeing a lot. What are you going to do, things like this will come up?” Debbie is right, this will come up so how would I even handle that “it’s hard, I know how people dislike him in my camp. Not you guys but there is still some that don’t like him. I wouldn’t want his mom involved either way, the Joyce I see is not what I remember, she is very controlling in terms of I will have the kids but she is not telling him you had sex, you had the kids so you deal with it. She seems to like I don’t know; I am just looking outside in; she just accepts his behaviour this is why he doesn’t learn. She can visit like any grandma and that is it. I wouldn’t shut everyone out, but I need to control my setting” I am just talking right now “you are confused aren’t you? Didn’t think of that one did you” shaking my head “I say, if Chris is playing ball. He is being the best baby daddy; he is active, and all is well. Let the siblings meet with you there unless it’s going to be baby passing?” furrowing my eyebrows “huh?” Jen be coming out with words “like you give him weekends and then he passes it back?” I scoffed “no way, I will not do that. That is my baby!” I spat “if Chris and I work out how I hope then I will not be silly, I will let them see the baby and I will try and allow it. I like my life controlled, like now. How nobody knows things, letting Chris in can just create a gap where people can see in, we will see” there is so much to think about and do.

Jen and Debbie has put scenarios to me and I need it, I think I need to be aware and think of what is around “ok, I have come up with another one” Debbie clicked her fingers across from me in the car going to the apartment “what are you girls doing?” my mom asked confused “we are putting scenarios to Robyn to see how she will react, she is failing Monica” putting a finger up at Jen, she is annoying “ok, the child is three and Chris wants the child to spend Christmas with him?” I groaned out “no” I said straight up “you need to go to court bitch” Jen spat, and I just screamed out laughing “take your ass to court, you are playing now. I know you just being childish” she pointed at me saying as I laughed “you girls need to take it more seriously now; this could all be true. And you, you need to know you may need to give and take, give my grandchild the stable life” here comes the fun police, my mom is not playing “I know, we are just joking” smirking at Jen, she is stupid that girl “what are you going to say to Roc Nation? That you knocked up now so peace?” nodding my head, that is a good thing “pretty much, see you when I see you but it’s there. I love music and I would go back to it and someone asks for a feature I’m there, period. It’s going to be about me and my baby, it has to be. But the answers I am saying now will change, I just need to put things in perspective and just get on with it. I will need you girls to slap me and tell me to sit when I am doing too much because I am going to be working so hard, I need too” that is my priority right now, my empire needs to be ok before I can just leave it to the side “Fenty baby clothes” Jen said pointing at me “girl no, let’s not do this, I have enough on my plate!” I don’t need more even though it is a great idea.

That reminds me I need to make a doctor’s appointment, walking into my apartment “seriously, the mess? Rorrey, come on” they use my apartment and just make it a mess, stopping abruptly and turning around “Jen, can you make me an appointment. The Portland Hospital, it’s the most private and the best. I did my research, the queens here have it there. Make sure it’s on the low, you know” Jen nodded her head “I will get on it, I am like so excited for you. I am more excited then I was for my own kids” Jen is cute “woah, mom is here? What is the event” Rorrey said behind me “the event is seeing the mess you made of my place, not heard of trying to clean” Rorrey gave me a hug “I didn’t know when you would be back, I would have cleaned of course” I guess so “did you get the memo then bitch?” Ja rolled his eyes “I got the memo and then came back around, what is it you want to tell moi? You ditched the meeting for the clothing?” hugging Ja “mhmm, I have some news. Rorrey, mom. Sit your bitch ass down then” pushing at Ja “I could be in France right now, the schedule is so off now” he huffed out as he sat down on the couch “we will catch up, this was important and I had to go. Thank you for filling the place for me, I know you had to guess what I would like and so on, so thank you” Ja held his wine glass up “you are my queen” watching Rorrey sit down, Rorrey is very much more over protective of me then Rajad, he acts like he is my older brother because he feels he needs too, I am a little nervous to tell him such a thing, Rajad was easy to tell because he barely cares.

My mom is here so I have my bodyguard, she will be here taking up for me on the corner. I am feeling it now “so bitch, what the hell?” Ja said, Rorrey is making me nervous “erm, so I have some news for you both. This is something that has to be kept in house but of course, I trust you all. My circle, so yes. I flew to Barbados, unexpected of me. I fainted after the meeting with Seth for the Clara foundation, which is not like me at all. Melissa pushed me to get checked out, I did” clasping my hands together “the doctor took my blood and he came back, he told me that I am pregnant” Rorrey’ reaction is totally different “you said about a donor but I thought you was joking? What do you mean pregnant? Out of thin air?” licking my top lip, this is not the tip of it and he’s kicking off now “chile, you really having a baby? Oh my god. Well a congratulations are in order!” Rorrey put his hand up at Ja “when people have sex things like that can happen? It’s not a secret” Ja needs to shut up “I am talking to my sister” Rorrey said unamused by it all “you need to remember she is older than you, so you better show some respect. She has a father” my mom said to him “I am asking a question, so why now? How is that even logical. You hanging with Drake, so you’re his second baby mother? Come on now, I didn’t even like Hassan because you were going to end up being one of his six wives. Why can’t you just behave. So, you fucking with Drake again? You admitted to the world you don’t like him but having sex with him, how foolish is that. I just want better for you. You deserve it” looking at my mom “I am pregnant and that is all you need to know” this is what I need to get used too because the Chris part is going to cause a breakdown “so the baby has no father? You know how much I hated not having a father around?” I groaned out “Rorrey, you’re getting on my fucking nerves! Support me!” I shouted “I always do! I am always supporting you and your lifestyle, I just want you to find a man and settle, now you are pregnant by who? Drake, that is why you are shying away from it, ashamed to be his second baby mother” Ja is looking in horror, he has worked it out. Ja is not stupid at all, he knows already “I love you Robyn, just wanted better for you” this puts me in a dilemma to tell him, but he will eventually find out “I know the father” I said, looking at Ja and he is laughing which is annoying.

“Chile” overhearing Ja “you the fucking dad? What is funny?” Rorrey said, Ja pulled a face at him “who is it then? Am I right? I’m over it now” he waved me off “Chris is the father” Rorrey is still waving me off before rubbing his face “I mean come on Rorrey, we were all at that party” I might as well tell him the truth, it’s going to come out “Chris Brown, wow. You just continue to improve, you know what. Ja is right, I mean come on. I was there, I saw it all. I saw the happiness on your face, the enjoyment. You were feeling yourself with him, I was stupid to not think that. Fuck me Robyn” he got up from the couch, Ja held up three fingers at me “fuck you” turning to Rorrey “he doesn’t know and for now that is all it will be, until I can work out things. I was going to get rid of it, I myself had a meltdown and then I found out that possibly my baby has a heartbeat and I can’t do it, no matter who the dad is, that is my baby. It was one night, it happened and now I got a blessing. Like mom said, no I haven’t thought of what other’s reaction will be because I want just my family to know”  Rorrey nodded his head, he is not impressed “you’re just like the gift that just keeps on giving, from sperm donor, to Chris Brown that gives his sperm out like it’s water” Rorrey put his hands up “the donor doesn’t sound so bad after all but” he paused “you’re my sister and I will be here for you, and the baby” that is all I wanted to hear “we need to support Robyn in this, if we can’t uplift her then who will” my mom said “I guess it’s congratulations, I am happy for you” Rorrey walked over to me, wrapping his arms around me “just no man is good enough for you, you deserve the world Robyn and this baby will be loved, uncle got it” I chuckled, Rorrey doesn’t deem many men good enough for me.

[not-my-givenchy]

Tragic Fate pt. 3 (Tony Stark x Reader)

Summary: Saying you and Tony Stark had a tumultuous relationship was the understatement of the century, but no one could discount the love you had shared and the good you provided to each other’s lives. 

A/N I started this story on my main blog many moons ago. So I’m moving it over to this side bloggy in hopes of finally finishing it. 

Word Count: 2,421

Warnings: Drinking…mentions of cheating

Part 1|| Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4

The shrill sound of your watch pulled you from the task in front of you. The day was finally done, and you leapt from the barn with excitement. This was the first night of the summer that you had plans with someone other than your parents and the cows, and lady time had been cruel and slow leading up to your release. It was nothing special, dinner and some drinks with an old high school friend you had grown apart from, but now that you wouldn’t be returning to school in the fall you figured you should start reconnecting. So you pushed down your self pity by remembering all the fun you and Bailey had in high school. Even more exciting was the fact you wouldn’t have to talk about milk for a change.

The screen door shook behind you as you ran through the hallway. You weren’t fast enough to sneak by your mother who came charging out of the kitchen with a wooden spoon.

“Boots!” Old man Jennings down the road could probably hear her shriek.

You stopped in your tracks and looked over at the muddy path you left. Before running up the stairs, you kicked them towards the door and planted a soft kiss on her cheek. Shouting your apologies as you ascended the creaking steps.

“I’ve raised enough pigs in my life, I don’t need another one!” She yelled at no one in particular. 

Your clothes laid in a damp sweaty heap by the door. The neighbors had been kind enough to offer you extra work for cash, but your sore limbs were not happy with the extra labor. Normally, a cold shower would help soothe the knots in your back, but after an afternoon of hauling hay and mending fences you would need something a bit stronger. Working every hour of the day was the only way you suppressed the sadness of dropping out. The only time you weren’t thinking of everything you were leaving behind was when your hands were raw and your knees threatened to give out from under you. 

Every decent article of clothing reminded you of Jennifer. When you finally pulled on a top, you could hear her voice clear as day asking if that was really what you wanted to wear. You were stuck there staring at your reflection for what seemed like hours, but the shrill ring of the phone downstairs snapped you back to reality

“Sweetie! You’ve got a phone call.” Your mothers voice carried into your room 

“Coming!” You shouted back practically throwing yourself down the stairs.

Your mom raised an eyebrow as she passed you the phone. Your voice came out in a rush, “Hello this is Y/N.” 

“Hello Miss. Y/L/N, this is Mrs. Labelle calling from the office of finances.” Her shrill voice hissed through the phone. 

“What is this concerning?” You groaned. 

“Well, I just wanted to inform you of a payment made to your account. Now I know you were in the process of withdrawing, but the remainder of your tuition for the year has been paid. We would hate to see you go right before graduation—,” you slammed the phone into the receiver. 

“That asshole!” Stomping out of the house, you ignored your mothers calls behind you. 

Behind you the phone was ringing madly, but as if on cue Bailey was pulling up the driveway. Urging her to drive, you practically threw yourself into the passenger seat. She took her time to look at you like a fool before rolling her eyes and obeying.

The pub had been crowded when you first arrived, families and couples scattered through the booths. However, Bailey’s cousins owned the tiny establishment, so you were seated in a favorable back corner booth. The t.v at the bar hummed in the background, as you and Bailey laughed at old memories. Your meals had long been replaced by drinks, and the families had retreated back to their homes. The bar was full of regulars, and every so often some high schoolers would stumble in for fries and act like they weren’t drunk off their parent’s liquor cabinet. It was a quiet night, and hours passed before you gained the courage to tell Bailey about your current dilemma.

Bailey tried to mask her laughter by taking a swig of her beer, but when you continued rambling in an attempt to validate yourself beer came shooting from her nose.  

“Now look, you’ve gone and made a fool of me and you!” Her giggles were replaced by tiny hiccups and her arm knocked over the empty bottles as she wiped up the spill with her shit.

“What are you talking about!” Everyone in the pub was now staring at the two of you, so you lowered your voice, “I’d look more like a fool if I took the money.” 

Bailey’s arms flailed in the air. “That bastard broke your heart, the least he can do is pay for your college. Hell, he’s probably got the money to buy this entire god damn state, your tuition is like pocket change to him!” Bailey huffed paying no mind to the attention her little scene was grabbing. “You’ve got the brains to get out of this god damn town, don’t waste them because your god damn ego.” 

“Whatever, you don’t get it. I don’t even like it there Bails.” You returned to your drink with a grumble. 

“Shut up.” Bailey’s eyes grew dark and her tone more serious. “You know what I’m going to be doing at the end of August?”

She dared you to speak, “the same god damn thing I do every year. I’ll be hauling hay and picking up shit! Literal shit! You don’t have to be hauling hay and picking up shit no more, so why the hell would you choose to.”

Hearing her voice break tore at your heart. When you were finally able to look her in the eyes you noticed they were glossed with tears. Your cheeks flushed red and your mouth opened and closed like a dumb fish. Everyone in the pub had gone quiet, and when your eyes frantically scanned the room they all avoided looking back

With a slam of her glass, Bailey shot to her feet. “Plus your mama would kill you if you didn’t go back. Anyway! Let’s get you home before 12 so she doesn’t have to kill you twice.” 

You chuckled at her retort. As soon as you stepped onto the street the humidity slapped you in the face. Bailey wrapped her arm around your waist and leaned her head on your shoulder. For the first time in ages you could breathe deeply. 

Only two cars had passed in the half hour you had been walking, and as the road turned to gravel you doubted you’d see any more. The two of you exited downtown, and your only reminder of life was the soft hum of crickets and the occasional hoot of an owl. With each step, your knees screamed, but your mind was finally calm. Throughout the walk you both commiserated over work and love; Bailey definitely had her share of relationship drama. Drunk, sore, and walking drunk down a dark deserted road complaining about life caused you both to go delirious. Soon enough, you were skipping hand and hand screaming songs from many summers past. For a brief moment, all of your stress and troubles washed away and you were just two friends in a happy world. 

However, moments like that never last long, and with a quiet hug you wished Bailey a good night. You waited to turn towards the road until you saw that she made it safely indoors. The two of you had shared many nights like this in the past, and it made you realize how different you were now then you had been over four years ago. When the gravel beneath your feet changed to dirt, you knew you were reaching home. The alcohol had long left your system, but you were still blissfully unaware of the real world surrounding you. Along the way you realized that you would be returning to school in the fall, but that made the walk even more bitter sweet. You wanted to hope that after graduation you’d have a secure job somewhere in a city, but the little devil in your mind reminded you nothing was certain.

The crickets went quiet at the sound of a car pulling behind you. Squinting in the light, you failed to recognize the car. Your heart pounded violently in your chest, it was too fancy to belong to anyone around here, but only people that lived on this road drove down it and at this hour no one who lived on this road dared to drive. Your mind begged your feet to move, but you stood glued in place gaping as the strange car stopped beside you. 

The window began to roll down, and your now sweaty hand gripped the flashlight tighter. Millions of worst case scenarios ran through your head, and you heard you mothers voice in the back of your head telling you to never walk alone at night. However, the reality was worse than you could have imagined.

“What the fuck!” You whisper yelled at the driver. 

The bags under Tony’s eyes were on full display under your bright flashlight. His hand reached up to shield them, “What the hell are you doing out at this hour?” 

Flicking off your flashlight, you let out a breathe you didn’t realize you had been holding in. “I could ask you the same thing!”

His eyebrows furrowed and he opened and closed his mouth searching for a response. 

“Heck, what the hell are you doing on my street?” Your voice was unnecessarily loud.

He sighed, “just get in the car, I can explain.”

You practically chortled, “explain! Has that every worked for you?” 

“Y/N. Get in the car.” 

You rolled your eyes before walking towards the passenger door. It slammed harder than you had intended, and Tony jumped at the sound. The leather seat was cool against your exposed legs, and the AC that hit your face was a welcome release from the humidity.

“You’re on the wrong side of the road.” You grumbled looking ahead. 

“No lines, no rules.” He retorted. 

You rolled your head towards him, “God. Are you sure you’re not a country boy at heart?” 

Tony laughed and looked over at you. “At least I don’t smell like one.”

You had barely started driving when nausea ripped through your stomach. It felt like some cruel joke. “Tony pull over.” Your voice cracked.

“If this is because I called you smelly—”

“I swear to god I’ll jump out.” You pleaded gripping the door handle. If it weren’t for the booze in your system Tony probably would have called your bluff, but he knew better.

Letting out a long sigh he put the car in park. He stared at your hand waiting for you to leave, but you were frozen in your seat. You too were looking at your hand trying to will it to work. Pinching your eyes shut you willed yourself to wake up. To leave whatever sick dream you were trapped in. However, when you opened your eyes your hand was still there clutching the handle. Your chest was rising and falling faster than you could think, and soon enough Tony’s hand was covering your own. Your eyes were glued to his as he enveloped your hand.

“Y/N.” Your name was but a whisper on his tongue, and in the moment you would’ve sworn your heartbeat was louder than him.

All you could look at were your fraying jeans. His thumb still rubbing yours and his eyes begging searching for your gaze. 

“Tony.” As soon as you said his name your resolve cracked. Hot tears poured down your cheeks, but you didn’t feel like crying. Desperately praying they would stop, you pulled your hand from his to wipe them away.

“I’m sorry.” He tried to pull your hand into his again, but you folded it onto your lap. 

“Stop.” Your voice cracked, this time his hand cupped your cheek. Closing your eyes, you leaned into it and allowed his thumb to wipe away the remnants of your tears. When you opened your eyes you saw his tired ones staring back. 

“Why are you here?” There was no fight left in your voice, you had given up a long time ago. 

“Well—I wanted to make sure you knew you could graduate.” He but his cheek nervously waiting to gauge your reaction. 

You were expressionless. “Yea, but why are you here.” You emphasized. 

“I—I don’t know.” He stammered now unable to meet your eyes. 

You pulled your face from his hand and leaned against the headrest. “Well it’s almost midnight and we’re on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere, so I don’t know isn’t really an answer.” 

Tony didn’t answer. Ashamed, he turned towards the road again.

“I’ve given you so much.” Your voice cracked. “And you—you shit on all of it.”

Your vision blurred as the tears began to fall again. It was the kind of cry you feel in your soul. When emotionally you have no more to give, but you can’t stop yourself from giving even more. Tony couldn’t bring himself to look at you, even after every fight he had never seen you like this. For so long you had lied to yourself and suppressed how all of the cheating and lying had made you feel. When he ignored you for weeks you had shrugged it off. Sitting there sobbing in his car long after the damage was done and the relationship had ended, you realized that you had only let yourself feel his love. For so long you had ignored the hurt, and it came crashing down on you like a tsunami wave. And through the tears, you managed to lift your head and observe him. He had his eyes squeezed shut and his chest rose and fell. Your hand threatened to reach out and stroke his hair. It had grown longer and more disheveled than you remembered. Feeling your eyes on him, he quickly rubbed his eyes trying to hide the tears in their corners. 

“You didn’t deserve that.” His voice cracked, but his eyes didn’t leave your own. 

All you could do was nod, there was nothing left to be said. 

Next Part

[bigherosixfeels]

Hi, Jen!

Hi, Jen! Here I am again! I was listening to some songs and they gave me some scenarios for the second season that I would like to share with you! Here we go!

“I Lived” by OneRepublic.This song is incredible and has the vibe of something I’ve always wanted.A episode is focused on Wasabi.Having this guy face facing fears.He may be a little fearful but still a hero! give an ep focused on it!

“Sit Still, Look Pretty” by Daya. SHOW. ME. THE FAMILY. OF. GOGO! I’ve always wanted to know more about the rest of our heroes and Gogo is no doubt the most mysterious to me. I have hc that she came from a family that wanted her to be a “lady”, but, she chose another way. The best! I wanted to see that!

“Scars To Your Beautiful” by Alessia Cara. Yes. BH6 has many merits. But, let me tell you. Just do an upcoming episode! We have two heroines, plus Professor Granville and Karmi. In addition to other SFIT female background characters. So I wanted an ep where at least that was a subframe. Sexism is still very strong and I wanted to see it on screen, and how stupid it is.

“The Last Of The Real Ones” by Fall Out Boy. Right … I think it’s no longer a surprise to anyone, but in case you did not know I sort of Shipo Karmiro and I have my expectations for the second season. And this song, boi! She is the apex of what I think of that ship! When I think of this two, I honestly think of a couple about sacrifices. I think if they really do develop well, and actually get romantic feelings, I think they’d be the kind who do stupid things just to protect each other.

Imagine Dragons - Zero. Hiro is an incredible protagonist and I would like to see more about his past. As was his childhood, the fact that he is a young genius and how he handles it all. Be a super hero and student. Man, he’s only fourteen! Show me how he can be even more human.

We The Kings - Sad Song. Yes! The angst! One that always make us hate Disney for a moment. In that case, the lack of Tadashi! I have always thought of the possibilities of how the loss of this character and brother so dear affected to all, and it is always good to see this. Of how loss is normal and sometimes you may feel suddenly.

Legends • Sleeping With Sirens. That music! Legends gives me the vibe of the season finale season two! When everything seems lost! But heroes always find a way to get up! And that’s what I want to see in the season finale!

Get Back Up Again - Trolls. Give me more eps focused on Auntie Cass! I love this woman and her optimism. I want more time on this screen!

We are by Keke Palm. An episode of flashbacks! It was going to be fun to talk about past adventures, and remember they’re family!

Monster - Frozen, musical. This needs a small context. I have a theory that Karmi can become a heroine in Season Two, probably assuming the legacy of one of her parents (I’d pay to be her mother’s) since San Fransokyo had other heroes. And I want to see her fight, too. And with the theories that Liv Amara may be the S2 villain, I imagine Karmi going against her, probably knowing something that could ruin Liv’s plans, and as a retaliation, Amara begins to destroy the city and to leave all without. choose apart from Karmi whether to indulge or try your luck with information. I WOULD PAY to see this on screen! Karmi has incredible potential and I think she would no doubt be in a conflict between ending the pain of the city immediately with … extreme measures or trying her luck with her abilities and that of the rest of the group. It would be dark and intense. I want to! Which brings the next song.

Open Up Your Eyes - MLP. Ah yes! The scene from the apex of the monster invasion. A scene where Liv has Karmi (or another person) imprisoned and she explains why of all her evil plan. Besides being incredible, it would be a perfect opportunity to see the more human side of Liv, who like Obake, genuinely would like to have Karmi as a pupil, using all the manipulation I know she can have.

That’s it, thanks for listening and I’d love to hear your opinion! Until next time, Emy!

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Oh wow, you really put a lot of thought into all these song choices! I’ll have to give the majority of these a listen to! Let’s hope that season 2 will make at least one of these subjects come true!

[fly-pow-bye]

Powerpuff Girls 2016 - “Memory Lane of Pain”

Written by: Haley Mancini, Jake Goldman

Written & Storyboarded by: Phil Jacobson, John West, Andy Cung

Directed by: Nick Jennings, Bob Boyle

There are far too many easy jokes to make here.

The episode starts with Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup flying back home to talk about their latest adventure. While the original would actually show this battle, the reboot is fine with just having the Puffs talk about it instead. Then again, it was about fighting boxes.

Buttercup bumps into a box, and that unseen battle gives Buttercup the excuse to eye laser it. This box was held by the Professor, who was in a position where the eye laser would have went right through his body. Thankfully for him, his lab coat is heat resistant!

SCIENCE!

UNNECESSARY!

The Professor is actually sorting together photos and other momentos for a "Hall of Fame-ily"! The show takes the time to point out how its own pun is unfunny. His excuse for making it? So they can remember what happened after that accident with the amnesia ray! My first instinct is that this is yet another excuse for why the reboot is different they'll never mention again, much like the giant guinea pig that destroyed Pokey Oaks.

This confusion expands even further when Blossom pulls out an old photo of her facing off against a zombie magician! And not just any Blossom or zombie magician, either...

...but it happens to be a screenshot of the original show’s Abracadaver! This even comes with a rendition of the original show's theme song as well.

Blossom: Man, I looked so different back then. And better written. And more badass! Man, I should aspire to be this good again!

Okay, she really only says the first line. While it’s not “Teen Titans Go making fun of the haters by making a fake tease for Teen Titans Season 6” or “Teen Titans Go calling people who hate the show crying babies”, it’s not exactly a tribute either. Thankfully, this is the only time they drag out the original; a good decision on their part.

By the way, if they were affected by that amnesia ray, how come Blossom can remember this? I guess this amnesia works just like those stock amnesia plots. A better question: why keep talking about the original if this was supposed to be a reboot? Buttercup wet willies Blossom with a tentacle to make the viewer forget this. No, context will not make it better.

While Blossom and Buttercup are happy looking at their many memories, Bubbles can’t seem to find memories that she can look at fondly. The Professor tries to tell her what she did, but as the loving father that he is, he can't seem to recall. He does find some newspaper clippings, but the news wasn't too kind, either.

Yeah, they really are trying to make it seem like Bubbles, or the "Pig-Tail" as she's apparently known, is the worthless one of the three. In order for this plot to work, we have to ignore Boogie Frights, Bubblevicious, Mime For A Change, Bubblevision, and Three Girls and a Monster. If Abracadaver is canon, so are those. Even if we only count the reboot episodes, because “LOL, amnesia ray”, there’s Power-Up Puff, Viral Spiral, and Splitsville. Splitsville shared all but one of the writers and storyboarders of this episode, so there's no excuse.

Blossom tries to call back to a time where Bubbles was helpful, and pulls out a dolly of Salvador Dali. Some may be thinking that this episode is going to turn into City of Clipsville, as it already has the "box of mementos" theme going on. They'd be slightly right, though a more accurate title would be "City of Episode Ideas We Couldn't Stretch Into Twelve Minutes...Ville".

We see a new villain named the Rubber Bandit, who uses rubber bands to steal things. He's at a Salvador Dolly store, which sells dolls based on the famous artist! It's funny because Dolly and Dali sound alike!

The Powerpuff Girls, disguised as the dollies, reveal themselves, ready to stop this madness. The Rubber Bandit tries to defeat them by flinging rubber bands at them, and I'm surprised it doesn't work. As a Plan B, the Rubber Bandit offers them one of the Salvador Dollys with a new frilly purple dress! Blossom and Buttercup aren't too interested, but guess who is!

Bubbles is so happy, we get this lovely frame of animation. She thinks it's so cute, with it's dress and the ticking noise it makes. It then explodes, revealing it to be retrofitted with a rubber band bomb that ties them up in giant rubber bands they can't get out of. Yup, tie them up, and they're as helpless as Olive Oyl. Rope, rubber bands, I'm sure you can tie them up in dental floss and I wouldn't even bat an eye at this point.

He then gets away, but not before bumping into a window first. I think this is supposed to signify that the Powerpuff Girls could have easily handled this villain, if it wasn't for that useless pig-unnecessary hyphen-tail!

Suddenly, a clock turns into a face, which then melts like the famous Salvador Dali painting! We cut to the present for a second so Buttercup can say that wasn’t what happened. It's that joke from Green Wing, except instead of senility, it's...

Blossom: Shh...amnesia ray!

The "amnesia ray" explanation isn't just to explain why the Reboot Puffs are so different from the 1998 ones; it also gets episodes out of plot the holes it writes themselves into. They suddenly get out of the shop with no explanation on how they got out of the rubber bands. That amnesia ray is never mentioned again, and to be honest, it shouldn't have been mentioned at all.

After that, the Rubber Bandit gets away in his monster truck. This plot must have came from the crew's Mad Libs session. Blossom has an idea: use a rubber band slingshot to throw a giant lobster telephone sculpture that adorns the shop to stop the getaway vehicle. At least that's a Salvador Dali reference!

They crush the car, making the Rubber Bandit fly out of the car. Blossom flies in to grab him and flies him right into the ground.

A rare action scene in this superhero comedy. Unfortunately, the Rubber Bandit wasn't harmed by this, because...

Rubber Bandit: I'm rubber, and you're glue!

Blossom follows that with a one liner that is totally not a placeholder joke they decided to keep in.

Blossom: Actually, I'm laser eyes!

Rubber Bandit, likely confused by the lack of actual wit, gets eye lasered by Blossom. While he himself is unharmed, the rubber bands that made up his overalls have melted him into a rubber ball. She then bounces it like a basketball, and throws it across town.

It then gets dunked by Salvador Dali himself! Because he's wacky! Blossom short end, Bubbles is unhappy.

Bubbles is upset because that story didn't make her look good, and Blossom responds that she confused herself with Bubbles. The Professor agrees. In a lot of episodes, I agree, too. It's a problem with this reboot; especially in episodes with the rascally little green princess in the spotlight, Blossom and Bubbles usually play the same role. It's usually Penelope Pitstop. Speaking of which, both on the green girl and Penelope Pitstop...

We flash back to a time where the Powerpuff Girls faced off against Popsicles, which is pronounced pop-see-clees. While spelling may be tough for them, at least I can’t fault them for a creative use of pronunciations. He likes to turn people into ice cream! The Powerpuff Girls show up, and Blossom does a pun!

Blossom: Justice is about to be served...soft served! Buttercup: Ha. Nice. (fist bump)

That might as well be the show's laugh track.

Bubbles tries to repeat what Blossom does by using her knowledge of physics and using a fire hose to hose down Popsicles! Hey, copying Blossom's strategy; it's just like what she did in Splitsville! It's too bad if she was actually successful, it would be pretty bad for this episode's plot of making Bubbles completely useless, so all she does is cover the entire town with water. It also covers Blossom in water, which Popsicles freezes, trapping Blossom in her own element.

Blossom then gets turned into one of those ice cream bars. Then Bubbles gets turned into an ice cream bar, too.

While Bubbles and Buttercup got to help out Blossom in her story, Buttercup's story is yet another "girly ones become damsels in distress" plot. There is a key difference: Buttercup doesn't have to learn a lesson. The whole point of this episode is to make Bubbles look bad, after all.

Much like the actual ice cream bars!

Popsicles, apparently never getting the idea of shooting Buttercup with his ice cream-ification rays, rushes forward to do an all out popsicle sword battle. Buttercup uses her sisters, which seems like a way to make Blossom and Bubbles more useful. It turns out, popsicles are stronger than ice cream bars, as they quickly get dented and start to fall off the sticks. So much for that!

This especially doesn't end well for this episode's punching bag, who melts in the street. I should be happy that the Reboot Puff that is most often a jerk is getting the short end here, but I'm not. They're not making fun of her for being a jerk, they're making fun of her because she's the most childish and least smart of the three. Mean spirited jokes happen throughout the entire episode, and it never feels good.

Buttercup gets sick of all of this, and just decides to use a flamethrower aura to melt him down. She could have used her eye lasers for the same effect, but I guess we needed a reminder that the reboot Puffs still have Green Lantern powers.

Popsicles goes out pretty violently, too, as we get to see his popsicle stick skeleton as he quotes the Wicked Witch of the West. Again, a good scene by reboot standards. Two words that probably shouldn't exist together: reboot and standards.

When Popsicles gets melted down, everyone gets turned back to normal. Except for Bubbles, whose ice cream pigtail was eaten by a dog. Buttercup plot over, and Bubbles is still unhappy because that didn't make her look good, either.

This unhappiness continues to the next morning, as Bubbles eye lasers her alarm clock at 9 in the morning. Blossom and Buttercup tell her to get up and look outside, but she keeps complaining that she's useless and unintelligent.

We had a short where Blossom saved the day, and a short where Buttercup saved the day. The logical next step is to have a third short where Bubbles saves the day. It can even be used as a satisfying ending, making new mementos and a new stride to make a difference. However, they decided to throw a curve ball instead. And by curve ball, I mean they threw the ball straight up and hit themselves in the face.

She comes out and sees a bunch of people cheering her! See, Bubbles was already being helpful, not by doing anything impressive, like convincing a monster to not destroy the city by talking to it or taking a laser beam up to 11, but saving cats and joining barbershop quartets! The Professor, who once couldn't even figure out what Bubbles has done that was good, tells her that she's good for being an "everyday hero".

Considering the rest of the episode, "everyday hero" seems to be a codeword for "joke character", especially for a hero that's supposed to be super powerful. This "twist" is so forced, I almost expected them to reveal that this was a total lie, and that these people were forced to act like Bubbles did something to make her feel better. It may as well be, considering we never see Bubbles do any of these good deeds. Bubbles is happy anyway, as the episode ends with Bubbles taking a picture for the Hall of Fame-ily.

Which falls down. I don’t get it, is this supposed to signify that this was a bad idea? They’re not wrong.

Does the title fit?

A good chunk of the episode is flashback. Of course, the word "pain" fits perfectly here, but it would fit most episodes of this reboot.

How does it stack up?

It's good to see the Powerpuff Girls actually fight crime in this episode. That's the one positive every episode should have, which is not something I can say for the reboot.

The two flashbacks aren’t horrific, but not beyond okay at best, either. The first was just random humor. The other is just another "Buttercup saves her sisters" plot without any point. The framing device that contains these shorts is mean spirited at worst, and the ending didn't convince me that it wasn't.

I wondered if an episode made to hate on my least favorite Reboot Puff would be satisfying, and I can say it isn't. That Bubbles ice cream picture would be a good rating for this episode, but I'd rather keep my ratings consistent. This is not an episode I'll put on my Hall Of Fame for this show...which mostly consists of dust bunnies.

Next week, could it be the return of Sapna Nehru?

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[jungnoir]

tagged by @jingogi quite a while back, but never got the chance to really sit down and do this. It’s such a cool tag!! so here we go...

rules: pick a story/scenario/etc. from a few muses/idols you write for that you really enjoyed writing, whether it gained popularity or not – and then tag your favourite fellow writers to share their own favourite works as well!

I did more than one story for a few idols rip, I hope that’s cool.

bts

destiny ⇢ yoonkook x reader, demon and angel au. one of my fave series I have ever planned out. I’m very excited to lay everything out and tie this series up in a bow one day. I spent countless hours staring up at my ceiling, mapping out this story as much as possible. It has become a bit of a pride for me.

amour chassé-croisé ⇢ jungkook x reader, miraculous ladybug au. this was very fun to write. I don’t usually just write straight with barely any stops but I did for this fic. I love miraculous ladybug and often times, when I like a show or movie, I fantasize my favorite groups in place of its’ characters. I kinda sat down one day and said “imagine if this was a thing? ...I’m going to make this a thing”

in between the lines ⇢ namjoon x reader, writing to life au. by now, you can probably see I love au’s. I’ve often thought about the relationship between writer and work, and even attempted to do something once where a writer got sucked into their own story. This is really the reverse, and I love this au.

kim’s emporium of the strange ⇢ taehyung x reader, witch au. If there is one thing I’m soft for, it’s magic au’s. Around halloween last year, I really struggled to come up with some cool halloween au for Taehyung. I have like two or three semi-long drafts for versions of kim’s emporium of the strange that were titled “pumpkin spice and everything nice” (ik, cringe lol). this one got a lot more attention than I thought (and a nice ass moodboard by @shinybts who according to tumblr does not exist and won’t let me @ them but I find a way)?

first love ⇢ yoongi x reader, best friend au. ONE OF MY FAVORITES!!! I never thought it would have gotten the attention it did, and I’m super proud of it. felt more like writing a fantasy of mine than a well planned fic which is probably why I enjoyed it so much lol.

the married life ⇢ yoongi x reader, vampire au. I spent quite a long time on this (this was my longest fic ever? hmm). I was a little let down in the beginning when this fic didn’t get a lot of love so I kinda sat around moping about what might’ve turned people away from reading it, but I’ve found my peace with it now. I really do love this fic and I put a lot of heart into it so in the end, it doesn’t matter how much attention it gets, I’m proud anyway.

a dash of wicked ⇢ seokjin x reader, writing to life au and villain au. I love love love au’s about villains becoming good/getting redeemed. I didn’t know if jin would really fit a legit villain so I went for a children’s book one, and I really liked the idea. it was fun to play with!

take a breath ⇢ jimin x reader, dad au. stay at home dad!jimin, that is all. 

got7

i’ll always make it back to you ⇢ jackson x reader, zombie hunter au. my first fic for jackson and my first smut 🙈. I was going through a zombie au phase and this came out of it. I like how soft it felt.

frat boy!got7 ⇢ got7 x reader, frat boy au. YOOOOOOOOO this was a monster to do but I love love love doing hc’s for got7 and this just came out really lovely. I’m not a fan of frat au’s so you can see how much I loved this one to add it to my favorite fics list :)

babysitter!got7 ⇢ got7, babysitter au. I cannot tell you where this really came from but I just love the thought of babysitter!got7 okay.

got7 working at a grocery store ⇢ got7, grocery store worker au. this shit... every time it gets a note I get reminded that I did this in like a night and it was so utterly random and silly but a lot of people have said it’s funny and honestly... this is what I create when I have no restraints :D

one of those days ⇢ jinyoung x reader, neighbor au. one of the cutest things okay. I don’t write for jinyoung often but writing this made me fall for him.

spirit!yugyeom ⇢ yugyeom x reader, spirit au. to this day, I have been threatened over this piece more than any other thing I have written. I love it.

ghost!jaebum ⇢ jaebum x reader, ghost au. so fucking depressing. I love it.

ghost!youngjae ⇢ youngjae x reader, ghost au. the ghost au that started it all and is still one of my favorite pieces that I wrote sitting on my mom’s toilet for half an hour.

seventeen

boyfriend!jeonghan ⇢ jeonghan x reader, boyfriend au. currently the only living proof I am soft for this libra. 

dad!hoshi ⇢ hoshi x reader, dad au. I definitely struggled with which ways to approach this story, but I liked how it came out. I got a little extra with it tbh, but I enjoyed writing it. 

college boyfriend!jihoon ⇢ jihoon x reader, college bf au. AHHHHHHHHH!!! the thing that solidified me as a woozi stan. I had soooo much fun with this you don’t even know. I love it so much.

college boyfriend!minghao + animal shelter volunteer!minghao ⇢ minghao x reader, college bf au and animal shelter volunteer au. another fun one, I really had feelings for minghao after this one!! I love the idea of minghao being a lover of unorthodox pets and just being a cute bf. 

college boyfriend!wonwoo ⇢ wonwoo x reader, college bf au. this is almost at 700 notes 😱. I didn’t know you guys liked wonwoo this much until I wrote this. I’ll keep that in mind.

bonnie and clyde ⇢ wonwoo x reader, hacker au. I won’t lie and say I didn’t listen to the mystic messenger theme on repeat and didn’t look at 707 aesthetics on pinterest to get in the mood for this one. 

monsta x

tough guy ⇢ jooheon x reader, biker gang au. I wrote this for my friend jen’s request and no lie... I was swooning for jooheon in the end. I always thought it was really cute!!

babysitter!monsta x ⇢ monsta x, babysitter au. ahhhh, this came from monsta x ray ep 5 bc monsta x and babies kill me. usually these long hc’s tire me out and this one definitely did, but I love it.

truce ⇢ changkyun x reader, rival au. this was the official debut of my love for changkyun, I believe. I have this ongoing thing in my head that me and changkyun are rivals, always one-upping each other and trying to embarrass the other before we fall for each other in the end. this was more of a pleasure write than anything :)

hate me now ⇢ wonho x reader. okay, I really love me some day6 and their emo songs, so when I heard “how can I say?” I was really inspired to do something angsty and sad but I had no idea who to do it for. Then, wonho popped into my head because I seldom write for him and I don’t know... it just fit. It was quite an emotional write for me. I’m glad I posted it. I usually aim for happy endings but this was new for me.

nct

boyfriend!taeyong ⇢ taeyong x reader, boyfriend au. One of my very first posts on this blog. It hit 500 notes recently and I’m still??? wow??? this was when I was at the height of my love for taeyong (pshhh, I’m still at the height of my love for taeyong).

blackpink

blue lagoon ⇢ lisa x reader, mermaid au. my non-kpop friend found out about my writing blog and really, really wanted me to do a mermaid au for a girl group and lisa was the glaring choice in my head. I love Lisa and mermaid au’s and this was just a nice thing to make. low-key based reader off me because I cannot swim either haha. 

welp!! that was a lot of fun. I liked looking at all the things I’ve written and picking my favorites, and I hope all of you that I tag can do the same and admire all the good work you’ve done. now, I’m tagging...

@seoulscapes (have fun with this one girl), @stormae (I hope it’s okay to tag you!), @teeyongs, @ultdabdab and @kimtrain!!! let me know if any of you would like to be untagged!

[the-shadow-of-atlantis]

My Friend Got Turned Into A Werewolf

Part 14 Bubble

Tagging: @melyaliz @sea-quinn @coffee-randomness @speedypan

A/N Red belongs to @melyaliz

She knew she should have kept her guard up. She knew things were going along too smoothly. However she didn't blame Red, no he was good and sweet, she blamed herself. Why fate would choose for her to be Reds mate she wasn't sure, she was cursed and Red had already suffered enough she didn't want to add on to that.

And yet she went along not thinking of her past. Not thinking of things that could go wrong. She let herself be engulfed in the bubble of light that Red provided even if it wouldn't last. Then the needle came that burst her happiness.

When Aquata finished her finals Tyler pulled her aside and informed her that since nothing had really been happening since they arrived she was free to go back to Gotham. Even though she knew this was coming it felt different hearing it. She couldn't help but glance over at Red who was outside the cabin doing his own little exercises.

"You okay?" Tyler asked, noticing her pout.

"Yeah yeah it's just… I don't know, I thought I'd be more excited to go back home but now…"

"You don't want to leave him." Tyler said with a knowing smile.

Aquata stared at him wide eyed. "How…"

"Honestly the entire pack has been wondering when you two would finally realize it." Tyler laughed as Aquata glared at him. "If it makes you feel any better I did lose the bet."

"Depends, how much did you lose?"

"A hundred."

"Then you're slightly forgiven." Aquata said, smiling slightly.

"You're more than welcome to keep staying until it's time for him to leave."

"Thanks, I'll think about it." Aquata said, her mind trying to think of what to do.

"What are you thinking so hard about?" Red asked her later that day as he sat next to her on the couch, his arm wrapping around her and bringing her in for a hug.

Aquata snuggled in at first just letting his warmth envelope her. She sighed as she felt her body relax.

"Nothing, it's just Tyler gave me the green light on leaving." Aquata said as she tucked her head into his neck.

"That's good right?"

"Well yeah but… I don't know. I kinda don't want to leave now but also I've got school to think about." Aquata mumbled, she felt Red press a gentle kiss to her head.

"When does school start up again?" Red asked.

"August."

"Okay and how much time do you need to re-enroll?"

"About a month or so."

"So why don't you wait till then? And then I'll be able to be there by Christmas." Red said and that actually didn't sound too bad of a plan.

That weekend Red had decided to surprise Aquata with a small party at Tyler's house to celebrate her passing her finals. It was mainly just the pack but Aquata had grown to like them. Well most of them.

Aquata had decided since the pack had basically figured out her and Red were together there was no point in hiding it. So she held his hand and laced her fingers with his leaning her head against his shoulder. He looked down at her a bit surprised.

Are you sure? He asked in her mind.

Yeah, your pack has been betting on when we'd end up together so there's no point in hiding. Aquata thought back.

Wait, seriously?

Aquata chuckled as she looked up at him. "My clueless mind reader." She said as she kissed his cheek making his face turn the color of his name.

She led him to the small dance area bringing him close as they swayed to the music. It had been so long since she had this kind of fun. She would take this kind of fun over a gala any day. Though after several dances Aquata admitted she needed a break.

I'll be right back. She thought instead of trying to talk over the music.

Red nodded and he broke away too in the direction of the food table. A few minutes later Aquata stepped out of the bathroom holding a damp paper towel above her neck so the water could trickle down into her gills. She sighed in relief as she looked up at the ceiling letting herself cool down a bit before she returned to the party. Turning to head down the stairs she gasped when she noticed someone standing in the hallway.

"Paul." Aquata breathed, how did he sneak up on her like that? Did she really lose her touch that bad?

"Hey." He said simply, he glanced back towards the stairs. "So I see that you and Red are a thing."

"Um yeah." Aquata said she could always head down the hall the other way. There was another stairwell she could take.

"And yet you told me you don't do werewolves anymore." He accused her while taking a step forward.

"Well technically he's still a metahuman." Aquata laughed nervously thinking of that same argument Red made when she had told him he was making her break her promise to herself.

"So if I was a metahuman you'd give me a chance?"

"Doubtful unless you lose the creepy behavior." Aquata said, trying to stand her ground. Something felt off about him, something a little too familiar.

A loud growl ripped through his throat and Aquata jumped back. Suddenly a hand was placed on her shoulder and Aquata felt herself relax.

"I thought Tyler talked to you about your behavior." Cason said, moving Aquata to stand behind him.

"Seriously you're defending her?" Paul sneered.

"Of course. Especially when you've been given many warnings. Now back off Paul." Cason said standing his ground.

Paul stood there eyeing both of them, he let out a huff and stalked away. Letting out a deep breath Aquata pressed her back against the wall and slid down.

"I hate this." She breathed out as she closed her eyes.

"Hate what?" Cason asked, taking a seat next to her.

"Feeling weak." She admitted.

"You used to threaten anyone who would dare talk to you that way." Cason said and Aquata could almost hear his smile. "I remember one time we were hanging out at Big Belly Burger. You were standing in line to order and someone smacked your ass. Tyler was about to get up to defend you only for the guy to end up on the ground."

Aquata smiled at the memory but quickly frowned. "Yeah well that girl is gone now."

"Why?" Cason asked in a gentle voice. Yeah he was definitely the one for Tyler, someone who could always find the right way to talk to people.

"I had a really toxic relationship with my last boyfriend."

"Mark." Cason said and Aquata was surprised he remembered that. They had only met him once when they had been in Gotham for a day and they bumped into each other by accident.

"Yeah, we had a really bad break up and I don't know, it was like something broke inside me that day."

"Is that why you're so afraid to be with Red?"

Aquata let out a huff. "I swear you're worse than my Aunt Jen."

Cason simply smiled at that but waited for her to continue.

"I'm scared that I'm not enough. I'm scared that he's going to realize I'm broken. Something is going to happen and it'll be the thing that makes him break."

"But you also know he's not like that."

"Yeah." Aquata smiled slightly. "He's suffered so much already I don't want to add to that."

"But you've suffered too. Don't you deserve a happy ending?"

"I hate you."

"Nah, you've always had a soft spot for me." Cason said as he wrapped an arm around her and brought her in for a hug.

"Come on, let's get back to the party before both our mates start to panic. And also we're gonna start going out to lunch at least once a week. You need to start living again."

Aquata let Cason help her up and lead her back to the party. She quickly spotted Red and went to stand by his side leaning against his arm and hugging it.

You okay?

Yeah, I just wanna be with you right now.

Red didn't question it, instead he moved his arm so he could wrap it around her tightly.

True to his word Cason showed up at the cabin and almost literally dragged Aquata out. However he continued to do this every day, spending at least three hours driving Aquata around town. Trying all the small restaurants they could find, and shopping anywhere they hadn't before.

By the end of the week Aquata nearly groaned when she heard the door knock. Maybe she could convince Cason to stay indoors and watch a cheesy horror movie. However when she opened the door she was surprised to see Tyler there too.

"Hey Tyler, is everything alright?" Aquata asked, noticing the serious expression on his face.

"I'm not sure yet. Is Red here?"

"I'm here, what's up?" Red said coming up behind Aquata.

"Something's up with Paul. I'm sure you've noticed he hasn't shown up for training or patrol the past week." Tyler began to explain.

Red simply nodded and Aquata could almost feel his body tensing.

"Paul's always been a bit of a hot head. He's been known to go MIA for a couple of days." Cason continued.

"But something about this feels different. Something feels off but I can't quite put my finger on it." Tyler let out a frustrated sigh. "I want you to come with me and check his place out. For some reason he seemed to have zeroed in on you. Best case scenario the both of you can vent your problems till we come to an agreement."

"And worst case?" Aquata found herself asking.

Tyler pursed his lips. "I'm not sure yet. Worst case he's out of the pack and we keep an eye on him in case of danger."

The air was tense and Aquata found herself reaching behind her to grasp Red's hand.

"I'm going to stay here with you." Cason said, though Aquata didn't have to be a mind reader to know what he really meant. I'm going to stay to protect you just in case.

"Let me get ready." Red said, giving Aquata arm a small rub before turning to leave.

Something didn't feel right. What was she missing? What hadn't she noticed? Red came down the stairs a few moments later and stopped in front of her. She didn't want him to go, she didn't want him to leave. He held her face gently and kissed her.

I'll be okay. He whispered in her mind.

Somehow she didn't doubt that, it was her own safety that she was questioning but she didn't say anything as she watched him leave.

She watched as the car began to drive away and she just hoped he would be able to hear her mind shout.

I love you.

[fly-pow-bye]

Powerpuff Girls 2016 - “Buttercup Vs. Math”

Written by: Haley Mancini

Written & Storyboarded by: Jaydeep Hasrajani, Leticia Abreu Silva

Directed by: Nick Jennings, Bob Boyle

Yeah, that's the fight we all wanted to see.

The episode starts with the rascally little green princess skating across the school, racing against her best friend, Maylyn! If you don’t remember, she’s the leader of the Derbytantes, the somewhat-villains-turned-friends-of-Buttercup from Princess Buttercup. While the toyline treats them as villains to throw burgers at, in the show, they’re more of a bad influence than anything else.

Maylyn: Whoever gets to (mocking tone) math class first gets to be the baddest girl in school!

Buttercup: And the first to call Blossom a nerd?

Oh, that loving sister she is! They play up on how Maylyn and Buttercup are totally bad people who don’t care about math, and pick on other people who do. They skate across their bodies, and Buttercup even tears Barry's head off!

A paper mache Barry made for show-and-tell, that is. With this and the mermaid bit in Summer Bummer, they're really upping the fake-out civilian death scenes. After that bit of roller derby, Ms. Keane shows up to tell Buttercup that she can never step foot in her class again. After getting praise for her apparent explusion from Maylyn, Ms. Keane gives Buttercup the real reason: she tested into honors math!

Yes, the rascally little green princess that was always shown to be a problem child is an honors student in math! Blossom takes her hand, knowing fully well that, as the nerd of the Puffs, she too will join Buttercup in her honor to be among the smartest mathematicians in the school. Ms. Keane makes a small correction, subverting their and our expectations.

Ms. Keane: Sorry, Blossom, you tested into regular math. For everyone else!

Bubbles: Hey, I’m everyone else!

(small fart sound)

As far as I can tell, that wasn't another Bubbles fart gag. Maybe it represents the brainfart this twist was.

This does makes me think back to Viral Spiral, which has a similar theme with a girl getting into a STEM field one would think Blossom would be into. Quite a few people were taken aback by Bubbles being the programming genius. I assumed that they gave Bubbles the ability to program to make programming seem less like something only nerds like Blossom take a part in. Math does not get the same treatment in this episode.

Another big difference is that Buttercup isn't too happy about her newfound genius. Why should she hate being better than Blossom at something most people would think she wouldn't be? Her being seperated from her sisters? No, it's because she's worried that her roller derby friends will see her as a nerd! She reassures Maylyn that it's just a class and that she'll still be the baddest girl in school, but she doesn't buy it.

Not helping matters is that her class is filled with stereotypical nerds who chant that Buttercup is a "math queen". Not only is Buttercup being cheered on by nerds, she's being called something one regal step away from "princess". One of them does this whole bit where he calls his chewed up pencil a "mathemagical wand", which causes Buttercup to tell him to "just not". Yeah, take that, you math-loving nerds. Also, please get into math!

Originally, I thought that this episode was going to be a ripoff of Bart the Genius, and that Buttercup actually cheated her way into this class. The teacher puts up a complicated geometry problem.

Buttercup initially refuses, trying to keep her status as a bad girl, causing the rest of the students to start randomly shouting out numbers like this is a game of Numberwang. After everyone else gets into a frenzy, Buttercup off-modelly screams out the correct answer: 5. Not a lucky guess, either; she did it all in her head. Not an answer that would work in a real world that expects shown work, but they still do the "math queen" chant anyway.

So no, not Bart the Genius. It's Buttercup the Suddenly-Out-Of-Character Actual Genius. Even in the show, Buttercup is disgusted by that, though for different reasons.

At the dinner table, Bubbles and Professor keep the chant going, to the annoyance of Buttercup. To my surprise, Buttercup brings up Bubbles being a "computer geek". Bubbles takes out her notes and attempts to explain how computer geeks and mathmaticians are different, until Buttercup eye lasers them in what seems like a rare occurence of her using a power they once said was exclusive to her. Maybe they couldn't find a way past the fact that most Computer Science degrees require higher math as well.

Meanwhile, Blossom desperately studies to try to gain back her title as the Puff's "math queen". Of course, in a way that makes Blossom look level-headed in this situation.

Blossom: There must have been a mistake! Ask me anything! ANYTHING!

Bubbles: What’s 2 + 2?

Mutant Hair Beast Blossom: FOUR, THE ANSWER IS FOUR!

Blossom is made out to be a pinhead because she's studying. I mean, Blossom could have done the right thing and just suddenly know everything like Buttercup! This starts a subplot, as she spends the rest of the episode reading math books.

While the Professor is driving the Puffs to school, Buttercup tries her best excuses to get out of this math class. She complains that her hair is too messy, and she can't see the whiteboard! The Professor gets an idea, much to Buttercup's chagrin.

It doesn’t work out, as the Professor helps her eyesight with glasses, and combs back her hair, turning her into another accessory for potential dress-up dolls.

Not helping matters is when four of the Derbytantes show up to see Buttercup’s new image. Buttercup wants to be accepted by these bad influences, but the bad influences don’t want to be friends with a nerd. At this point, they made their decision.

Maylyn: Whoever gets to lunch first gets to be the baddest girl in school! ...and call Buttercup a nerd!

Buttercup gets trashed by people she considered friends, and she still considers them friends. Buttercup angrily throws her math book in the garbage, vowing to never do well at math again. Barry then shows up to throw his uranium he brought to school in the garbage, the mixture turning the entire school into graph paper. The closest this episode gets to making sense!

It also spawns an evil Isoceles triangle named Isosceles! He wants to bring order to the universe by turning everyone, from The Mayor, to puppies, to even Bubbles into numbers for his massive equation! Blossom decides to put her studying to the test and takes a look at Isosceles' huge math problem. She looks at all the variables, uses all of her smarts, and...

...she gets the wrong answer. The monster even turns her into a 0, as if this is some sort of karmic revenge for her heinous crime of studying. That’s pretty much the end of the Blossom subplot; Blossom studies so hard and yet she's a zero in the end. It's sad to see my favorite by default get the shaft, but maybe not too sad. She was kind of a jerk.

After that, this episode becomes yet another tally to the board of “times Buttercup had to save her damsel-in-distress sisters”. It’s fine for the lesson learner to have to save the day by herself, and Buttercup being the rascally little green princess, she tends to be one even with lessons she’s already learned, like "don't succumb to peer pressure".

It takes take her a little while to figure out how to deal with this situation. Her first plan is to crack this equation with her fists! Silly Buttercup, that trick never works! At this point, the Puffs should just stop attempting to end fights prematurely, because everyone knows what's going to happen next. The question isn't even about if Buttercup is able to succeed, but how badly she will fail.

In this case, very badly. It’s not only a Monster Punch, Girls Down, but a Monster Punch, Girl Bruised, too! I wanted to see more people getting bruised in this action-comedy show that's a reboot to an action-comedy show that had villains getting bruised seemingly once an episode, but I don't think this is what I thought.

As violence wasn’t the answer, Buttercup has no choice but to show off her math skills. Buttercup puts on her math crown, and prepares to...

...“nurd 0ut”! I was going to point out that they mispelled nerd, but nurd is an actual alternate spelling. Why they spelt out with a 0? Maybe they just thought they had to throw a number in there because math. For Buttercup, Isosceles shoots his arms out with various math problems for Buttercup to solve. Gotta say, Isosceles is giving Buttercup an easier time than Blossom, who had this rediculously large equation to solve.

Buttercup: Time to solve for x!

I may not be a math king, or even a math jester, but you can't! There's no equals sign! x could be any number, and the fraction would still be valid! This was probably supposed be some sort of quip before an action scene, but considering this problem and the answer they give for it, the quip should have been:

Buttercup: Prepare to be simplified!

It's just as cheesy, but I think that's what they were going for.

With each math problem, she draws up the answer with her “mathemagical wand”. She doesn't call it that, as she does have her limits. This seems to be their attempt to make math more fitting for Buttercup's character, as she swings her pencil to throw the numbers as projectiles.

This battle of math is finished off with a pi grenade, the school goes back to normal, and the untransformed students start raining from the roof. After saving the day, everyone cheers Buttercup. Even Blossom got over her jealousy, accepting her fate as the non-"math queen".

Buttercup: I guess I’m good at math and punching!

Yeah, how did punching go again?

Oh yeah, like that.

Despite this, Buttercup gets a new nickname: "Mathlete". Buttercup doesn't seem to hate it as much, probably because there's nothing regal and/or feminine about it. Ultimately, Buttercup learns it’s okay to be good at math, even if she wants to be a bad girl. Speaking of which...

The Derbytantes show up, not to end Buttercup's friendship that they don't deserve, but reveal that they were only bullying math nerds because they’re not good at math. They instantly become good again so that Buttercup can be their tutor. See, that bully was bullying you for having glasses because they want glasses. I don't buy it.

The episode ends with Buttercup still in that honors math class, seperated from her sisters. Who wants to bet they'll forget about that? I'd imagine it'd be a pretty safe one.

Does the title fit?

Buttercup does, indeed, fight a giant mathematical monster. It also has a slight double meaning with Buttercup’s resistance to her status as the “math queen”. It also accurately shows that only Buttercup gets to fight anything in this episode and in most of the show.

She never really does punch numbers like the title card seems to suggest, though.

How does it stack up?

As suggested before, this episode reminded me of Viral Spiral. It shows a Powerpuff Girl getting into a STEM field, this time focusing on the M rather than the T or E. It's a little harder to make doing math look like a superheroic act than programming in fish guns, but they way they did it here is good enough. The idea was done better in Divide and Conquer, but that's not a surprise.

This episode feels far more forced than Viral Spiral. I guess they couldn't give Bubbles two STEM fields to be an expert in, and it would be too predictable for Blossom to be the math wizard, but the episode doesn't do a good job convincing me that Buttercup could be a great mathematician. To me, her battle with math looks more like Buttercup trying to reject this new character trait the writers are forcing onto her.

Your mileage may vary, but to me, this episode can go to 7734.

Next week, Blossom goes to camp! Will she get scared stupid? Find out next week!

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