#not coincidentally he is also an idiot goof

[cloudbattrolls]

if this was 2009 or earlier i guarantee at least one of ur ocs would also wrongfully be labelled as "bishie" too

I am morbidly curious who the fuck could get that label even wrongfully. Like. I intentionally try to design away from that, for the most part.

I guess Amdzah, he’s kind of a parody of that look with his long bluish white hair and generically pretty looks.

[amazingmsme]

Hot Boy Summer

AN: Here’s my fic for the @ticklesofcolor fic exchange! I wrote for @calmturquoise & I had a blast writing this fic for you! So sorry for the delay, I just finished up with my associates & I had to write 2 final papers. I hope you’re okay that I was liberal with your prompt, since I went with Zuko & Sokka it would kind of be hard for him to use his bending to tickle someone, but I still tried to incorporate it! I also completely threw in the towel with this title. I hope you enjoy it! Sokka & Zuko just play off of each other so well.

Zuko was hot. Like strictly temperature wise Sokka told himself. But firebending proved to be quite useful to him. When they were camping, he was the warmest to sit next to. Not to mention, he made great fires for roasting weenies and marshmallows. But Sokka's favorite thing about it was that it meant he was pretty easy to tick off, which made for good fun.

He would never actually get too angry, so he assumed he didn't actually mind it all that much. And the truth was, he didn't. Zuko never really had friends of his own, and the playful teasing, if annoying, was actually fun. The others picked up on the habits too. It ended up with Toph claiming Zuko as her body pillow to hug against while she slept.

"Hey, can you hold this?" Without waiting for an answer, Sokka shoved a wet clay bowl in Zuko's warm hands.

"Wha- uh- sure," he said, perplexed but not setting it down. Sokka's cheeks were puffed out like a frog from trying to contain his laughter. Zuko realized what he was trying to do and huffed to keep himself from chuckling along. "Hell no, go find a kiln," he said, shoving it back in Sokka's hands.

As annoying as it was, it made Zuko feel... accepted. Like he was actually a part of the group instead of the outcast he was so used to being. He thought that they would all hate him: fearing his flame and mistrusting of everything he did. But that wasn't the case. And it felt good. He felt like, maybe, he could return the playful teasing. Toph was surprisingly easy to embarrass when he mentioned how "hot" she must thing he is from cuddling him all the time. Coincidentally, an embarrassed Toph and an angry Toph we're pretty much one in the same, and a sharp rock had launched him several feet in the air.

Katara could see right through his attempts at teasing, at being friendly, but she was still not amused by him. Aang was too happy all the time to get a rise out of him, though it was still fun to mess with the young avatar. Sokka was the most fun however. He had a sense of humor, and even though Zuko's wasn't what you'd consider "good" the other boy could still recognize what was meant to be a joke or a tease and deliver one right back. He was dramatic, and therefore, very easy to evoke a reaction.

He couldn't help but notice how the rest of them were very physical. Like, they'd constantly be touching each other. At first he found it a little unsettling, but they had done a pretty good job of making him get used to it. And eventually, he began reaching out to them.

So when Sokka grabbed his wrist and squeezed a pressure point to make a flame shoot out to toast a mallow. He snatched his hand back and shakes a finger in his face to scold him. "Alright I've had just about enough of you using me as your personal lighter!" he admonished, the smirk on his face revealing his amusement. Sokka's smirk was even wider. More smug and full of pride.

"Why? It's not like you'll do anything," he taunted, crossing his arms over his chest. Zuko glared at him. He was right, he'd probably just let it slide. Except he'd watched how they all play with each other and wanted them to know he could be fun like that too. He always hesitated to reach out, but he wanted to change. So they were both a little shocked when he shoved Sokka to the ground and sat on his legs, just above the knee. He blinked a few times then chuckled. "Nice try flambo, but it'll take more than just sitting on me to teach me a lesson," he sassed.

"I know," he said, looking down at him. He'd seen the others tickle Sokka to tears when he won't knock it off with the lame jokes, so he knew this method would be affective. Except, he didn't really know where to start. He'd never been in many tickle fights with his sister, and when he did he usually didn't win. But it had been years since he'd engaged with someone like this. But he'd watched enough, he was sure he could figure it out!

He gave a tentative poke to his belly, eliciting a quick squeak. Sokka's eyes widen and a nervous grin breaks out as he shook his head. Zuko placed a few more pokes to his stomach and sides before wiggling his fingers over the skin. Sokka was squirming and giggling lightly which... wasn't right. He'd seen the others get him, he should be howling with laughter. So why wasn't he?

"W-wohow you're really bahad at this," Sokka spoke fairly easily. Zuko huffed and shoved him against the ground and clambered away to stand. Sokka sighed and reached up, snatching his wrist. "Hey don't go, I was just teasing."

Zuko glared at the ground, lower lip jutting out slightly in a mix between a scowl and a pout. "Why not? It's true." When he didn't move to sit back down, Sokka yanked him to the ground, none too gently he might add.

"Ow! You didn't have to do that you know!" he complained, leaning to the side so he could rub his sore butt. Thankfully the grass cushioned his fall, but unexpectedly crashing down on your tailbone was never fun.

He shrugged. "I know, but it was the easiest way to make sure you wouldn't leave." He offered a softer, more genuine smile. "Besides, it's not your fault you don't know how. I doubt you had much time for goofing off like that," he said, his voice sympathetic. Zuko nodded shyly.

"Yeah, once mom was gone, things really picked up. And they were never easy before, but everything just got a lot more intense after that," he admitted. After keeping things bottled up all his life, it felt good to get it off his chest. Not all at once, but slowly; small things, like now.

Sokka seemed to mull something over in his head before deciding, "I can teach you if you want." Zuko blinked in surprise.

"Really?"

He nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah! I mean, I can't leave you all defenseless like that," he teased with a poke to his side. His lip twitched in a smile and he jerked away.

"Hey I can defend myself just fine! But um, who's our first target?" he asked slightly confused, staring out at the others spread around their small camp. "'Cause I think Aang'll be our best bet-" he rambled on, unaware of how Sokka was creeping up from behind.

"You are!" Zuko barely had time to process what he said before a pair of arms wrapped around him and pulled him back against Sokka's chest. He gasped as realization dawned on him and he tried to pry himself free.

"What? Why me? I-I can't learn like this!" he yelped. His friend only laughed.

"You will. You gotta know what different techniques feel like so you can get the best reactions. You gotta try different things 'cause certain things work better on some people," he explained. The way he was so casual about it just embarrassed Zuko even more.

"I appreciate the sentiment but I'm really more of a hands on kind of learner," he said as he squirmed. Sokka practically lit up.

"Then this is perfect! See? Hands-" he held them up for him to see before immediately diving for his stomach. "On!" Zuko practically screamed.

"Nohoho! Thihihis ihisn't fair!" he squealed through his laughter.

"What do you mean, of course it is! I'm giving you a lesson in tickling 101!" he chirped happily, kneading at his sides. Zuko cackled and doubled over, hands weakly prying at his wrists.

"Nohohot ohon mehehe!" he protested.

"Like I said, in order to tickle someone, you gotta know what different techniques feel like. There's light skittering," he said, demonstrating by spidering his fingers over his ribs. His laughter turned breathy and giggly, the squirming dying down as it became slightly more bearable. "Also quick squeezes," he said as he rapidly squeezed down his sides, making him squeal and twist back and forth. "Oh, and poking! But you seem to have that one down," he said, delivering quick pokes all over his torso.

"Ohohokahay I gehehet ihit! Stohop!" he cried out. Sokka shook his head.

"Not yet, the lesson's not over!" Suddenly, his hands shot down to squeeze his thighs. Zuko shrieked and kicked out, feet scrambling in the grass. "There's squeezing, oh! And kneading!" he said, switching tactics and demonstrating the new technique on his stomach. His laughter deepened as he desperately tried to squirm away, sucking in his belly and leaning away from the touch. This only succeeded in him pressing against Sokka even more, trapping him further in his hold.

"I can't believe I almost forgot one of the most important steps," Sokka said, managing to bring one arm up to smack himself on the forehead for being such an idiot.

Zuko didn't want to know what he meant by that, but then again, he kind of did. Curiosity killed the cat. "W-whahahat's thahat?" he asked. Now that the other boy had brought it up, he simply had to know.

"Teasing of course!" he exclaimed. Oh no, he really shouldn't have asked. "Sokka nohoho dohon't!"

"Why?" he asked, cocking his head. "Are you too ticklish to handle it?" he asked, raising the pitch of his voice in a mocking tone. For some reason, that made the sensations even stronger and all the more maddening.

"Shuhuhut up mahahan!" he squealed, doubling over and pushing at his tickling hands. "You're really not in a position to be making demands," he said smugly. Zuko managed to growl through his laughter. Sokka chuckled at the noise.

"I can't believe it: even when you're giggling up a storm you still try to appear all broody and grouchy!" he taunted. His cheeks turned pink upon hearing this and he tried to hide his face in his hands.

"Sohohokka ohohokay! I gehet it nohohow!" he pleaded.

"Alright, last lesson. You know what raspberries are, right?" he asked. Zuko could remember how his mother would play with him when he was younger, sometimes blowing raspberries on his pudgy tummy or neck. His eyes widen and he shook his head.

"Don't you dahahare!" he tried to scold.

"Oh, I dare," Sokka said with a sly smirk, placing his lips on the nape of his neck and blew hard. A loud, wet fart noise filled the air along with Zuko's wild cackles. He arched his back as much as he could, squirming and thrashing in his hold. He managed to twist away and shoved Sokka's face back with a little more force than necessary.

Sokka's shit eating grin remained plastered on his face. "You're the worst," he spat out between panting breaths. He closed his eyes and shrugged, clearly pleased with himself.

"You're welcome." Zuko's blush burned brighter and he playfully punched his shoulder. "I didn't say thank you!"

"Yeah but you were thinking it," he teased further. "If you still suck at tickling then there's just no hope for you," he said, patting his back consolingly. A rare glint of mischief shined in Zuko's eyes.

"I think it's coming back to me... Only one way to find out." Before Sokka could react, he slammed into him with his shoulder, knocking him on his back. He wasted no time pinning him.

Sokka stated up at him in shock, already giggling with nerves. "C-can't we talk about this?"

Zuko smirked, cracking his knuckles. "Nope."

[h2bakugou]

Hewoo I saw requests were open and this really cute idea popped in my head can get a lot of fluff with Denki where he surprises his s/o on they're anniversary in front of the whole school

a/n: hiii!! ooo this is so cute omg, we stan denki. please i- i love him so much i cant

summary: with your one-year anniversary coming up soon, kaminari had every intention of making it big, he’d been dating you for a whole year! however, his plan may or may get a little out of his hands when he ends up confessing in front of nearly the whole school.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff, a camp rock line(i never watched high school musical sorry)

word count: 1.8k

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Kaminari had met you in secondary school, the year before you both got into U.A. It was coincidentally on a whim when your class collaborated with his on a debate project on some literature project. 

You were paired together, four students from your class on a team with four from his class.

He was goofy, light-hearted, kind, and way too flirty for his age, but you ignored his cheesy pick-up lines until you won the debate.

He’d asked to exchange numbers at the very least since you’d become friends. And that friendship kindled over time, so much so, that you were both over the moon about applying to U.A. together. 

And before you knew it, Kaminari was walking hand-in-hand with you home from the park, or from the grocery store, the two of you often hanging out together over break, excited to be making dinner one night, or happy to help out over at his house.

Needless to say, a few of those long summer nights when you spent time in the pool alone with him, you couldn’t help but let out how you really feel, the two of you eventually establishing something more than a friendship.

You headed to the entrance exams as a couple, and you were both too happy to speak when you saw one another in class the following week.

And now you sat in the Class 1-A dormitory common room, Kaminari’s body between your legs as you put up his hair, a face mask applied to both of your faces as you giggled and reminisced about your time together, your anniversary of being together for one year coming up soon.

“Remember the one time you had to go to the ER because of the shopping cart accident?” Kaminari brought up a rather embarrassing story.

“That poor old lady was petrified, she thought she’d killed me.” You and Kaminari had been goofing off in the grocery store parking lot, returning the cart to its drop-off when an old lady backed out into the cart you were standing on.

It tilted back and you saved yourself from landing face-first on the asphalt at the expense of your right arm. It hurt like a bitch and you had to wear a cast for about a month before your arm healed up enough to do much more.

“You were so worried.” You teased, braiding his yellow hair between your fingers. He lifted his head to look up at you, a pout on his lips. 

“I thought you died too!” Kaminari cooed, pressing a kiss to your knee as he turned back around to let you continue playing with his hair.

“You’re an idiot.” Bakugou mumbled. Kirishima sat beside you, along with Sero, who also had face masks on. They begged to be included in the self-care session and were happily enjoying themselves listening to all your stories.

“So final jam’s coming up.” Kaminari blurted.

“What?!” You laughed, confused at his words.

“T-The final jam?” Kaminari turned back around to stare at you with puppy dog eyes.

“Are you referring to our anniversary as the final jam?” You glared at the yellow-blonde.

“I’m sorry! I had to.” Kaminari stood up and grabbed your hand, yanking you off of the couch.

“That’s right, you’ve been together for a while now huh?” Sero mentioned, glancing over at Bakugou who seemed to be interested in the idea of Kaminari holding a relationship longer than a week.

“One whole year.” Kaminari stared at you with adoration in his eyes, and you were worried if he stared any harder his eyes would pop out. Your face was hot at his words. 

You felt all giddy and warm inside. You really did love Kaminari, and getting to this point felt so amazing, so refreshing. 

“That’s awesome! Congrats!” Kirishima was quick to congratulate you both on the seemingly wild accomplishment.

Later during the night, after washing off the face mask and finishing up your routine, you walked back to your dorm with Kaminari.

“I really couldn’t be more excited for our anniversary.” Kaminari’s hands rested in yours as he pulled you in for a hug.

“I know, I’m excited too. You gonna take me out on a big date?” You tease, hugging him.

“I’m broke!” Kaminari whines, pressing a tender kiss to your cheek.

“I’m kidding. I just wanna spend the day with you, playing video games and-”

“Cuddling.” Kaminari offers, his eyes sparkling.

“Cuddling.” You agree, leaning in, pressing your lips to his. It’s a short kiss, but it’s meaningful, and tender, and passionate. It holds just enough emotion to convey how warm you feel inside. It’s electrifying, pun intended.

“I love you, sweet dreams.” Kaminari whispers as you begin to open your dorm door. You smile and wave.

“I love you too, goodnight.” You reply, closing the door after he leaves.

That night you tuck yourself into bed, happier than usual. You’re almost too excited to even sleep. But eventually, your dreams call you and you’re drifting away before you can even realize it.

The day of your anniversary, you’re a giddy mess. Kaminari and you are practically in each other’s arms the entire morning, hoping that you aren’t being that annoying couple. You’re keeping the PDA down to simple hand-holding even though you’d much rather embrace him and kiss him until you couldn’t breathe.

But you had classes. The mushy-gushy stuff could wait till later. When Aizawa couldn’t yell at you.

During the day, Kaminari and you both ended up surprising one another with little gifts, tiny trinkets just to show that you were thinking of each other. Kaminari of course bought you a bouquet of your favorite flowers, whereas you managed to snag a pretty rose for him and a new game for his console.

He was over the moon about the rose and claimed he was going to cherish it forever. It was so sweet.

That was until lunch rolled around.

“There the love birds are!” Mina cheered as you and Kaminari sat down at the table. Almost the entire class was aware of what was today, and a few peers congratulated you on being together for one year.

“Hush!” Your face burned with embarrassment as you nuzzled into Kaminari’s shoulder, swatting away at your pink-haired friend.

“You guys are so cute!” She teased, taking another bite of her lunch.

Lunch was abruptly interrupted when Kaminari said he had to go somewhere. You were a bit surprised by his exclamation but you said goodbye as he left.

“What’s with that?” You asked, a defeated sigh coming from your lips.

“Don’t know. Maybe he’s got another gift for you.” Mina nudged your side. You shook your head and covered your face.

“Please! I can’t take any more gifts from him, I just wanna spend quality time with him and do stupid lovey-dovey couple’s crap.” You groan.

Kaminari was racing toward the AV room where he had agreed to meet another student for something he had commissioned for you. It was a delicate glass frame with a picture of you and him embossed into it.

Of course by the time he arrived, he was running late. He blamed you for being so captivating, of course though, it wasn’t an issue that he was late, the student was there, happy as could be to have been commissioned for a project.

And the result was beautiful. It was truly wonderful, and Kaminari was almost in tears at how delicate and amazing it looked. Kaminari had already paid the student when he brought up the idea, and now he was finally here to get it.

It was wrapped in a beautiful box, carefully surrounded with bio-degradable filler to prevent it from breaking. 

“Thank you so much for doing this, it’s so important to me.” Kaminari placed the box down on the table in the AV room, unaware that he’d set it down on the button that turned on the intercom for student news, etc.

Kaminari had set it down because he was afraid he’d drop it on a whim somehow.

“They’re just so important to me, I can’t explain it. They’re the one, ya know?” Kaminari’s voice rang throughout the intercom system.

Your ears perked up, your face begging to sear with heat. 

“I think I’ve always loved (Y/n). When we met I could just feel the world stop and all I could see was them. And from there I knew, I wanted to spend every waking moment with them.” Kaminari was completely unaware that his words were now being heard throughout the entire school building.

“Oh my god.” Kirishima looked at you. Everyone that knew you, was staring at you. You couldn’t help but feel touched. You could feel your eyes swelling with tears, happy tears.

“I live to see them smile, and their laugh? It’s music to my ears. I’m so in love with them. I’d spend a million years of my life with them, today marks one.” Kaminari’s words were cut short by a teacher barging through the door. Quickly turning to see the commotion, Kaminari was confused when the teacher started yelling about using the intercom for personal reasons.

That’s when Kaminari’s eyes shot down to where he’d sat the box, and now noticed the blinking red light that confirmed the intercom was actively broadcasting.

Blush spread like fire across his face and ears, as he quickly grabbed the box and stormed back to the cafeteria where you were still eating lunch.

Barging in, you lifted your head, smiling like an idiot as he ran toward you.

“I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to do that I- It was true, all of it, but I didn’t mean to embarrass you or or-”

Your lips on his shut him up as your rested your hands on his shoulders, completely silencing him. His hands held onto the box in front of him, his lips moving together against yours.

A few cheers and ‘woos’ came from fellow students but you couldn’t hear them. You were completely capsulated by Kaminari and the electric love blossoming between the two of you.

Pulling away in a haze, all you could see was him.

“I love you so much.” You smiled.

Later, after a decent scolding from Aizawa and another teacher, you were let go and finally allowed to go to your dorm.

Placing the delicate glass picture up on your shelf you then pulled Kaminari onto your bed, nuzzling into his side.

“This is what I was waiting for.” Kaminari cuddled into you, wrapping around you like a sloth as you laid on his stomach doing the same.

“This is an average Tuesday for us.” You mumbled, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Well, I like my average Tuesdays with you, dummy.” Kaminari smiled, clicking on your tv to watch something as you cuddled.

The anniversary was a success. And who cared if nearly the whole school knew about how strongly you felt for one another. You were happy, Kaminari was happy, and you couldn’t wait to spend more time with him.

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[fanficflaneuse]

One Day - Part 10

A/N: Dear magical tumblr friends, we’ve reached part 10. I’m sorry if it’s not that good. I was really excited to write it, but today I had to do a bunch of things for my graduate applications and it was just hectic. Still, it is Draco Malfoy’s birthday and I didn’t want to let the day pass without uploading a big, nice chapter. I hope you like it either way. 

Also, before we start, I feel the need to express my utter love for Theo Nott and Astoria Greengrass lol. I don’t hate them. In fact, if anyone wants to recommend some Theo Nott fanfiction, I’m all for it.  

Let’s do this! 

Draco x reader (she/her pronouns) Word count: 1921 Summary: One day AU. Post-war. Since The Battle of Hogwarts, Draco and y/n meet one day a year.

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3 May, 2009

“What is this?” Draco asked in awe, motioning to (Y/N)’s hair.

“It’s my take on the French bob,” she answered playfully.

Every time he saw her, Draco found (Y/N) more beautiful than before. This time, though, he swore she was actually glowing. She had gotten a haircut and now her locks framed her face differently. She dressed so…French now, which he found adorable and incredibly sexy. And her smile was bigger and brighter than he had seen in years. In general, this version of his best friend made him feel like a teenager again.  

Draco had been postponing this trip for weeks now. They had not addressed the issue yet, (when had they ever?) but everyone knew that the moment one of them reached out for the other, things would finally be settled. Their friends were tired of seeing them clumsily stumble through their feelings. That’s why Astoria took Scorpius to the Nott’s chalet on the Swiss Alps and practically forced him onto a train to Paris.

Astoria and Draco were not exactly the closest friends, but they had a son together and for his sake they maintained a more than civil relationship. She had settled down with Theo Nott, marrying him just after the divorce was finalized. They were happy together and she wanted his son’s father to move on as well. She was not only moved by a sense of guilt; deep down, Astoria had always known that the connection Draco and (Y/N) had was deeper than she would ever comprehend.

Whatever the case, the feeling of elation that washed over him as they held each other at Gare du Nord made him grateful for being alive again. He had butterflies in his stomach and a tingling all around. As if their bodies were connected, (Y/N) could also feel something electrifying. They hugged for the longest time, as if they weren’t in a crowded station with people rushing around.

(Y/N) and Draco walked arm in arm to her apartment in Montmartre. He still had a lot of questions about muggles, so she enjoyed pointing things out for him as they strolled. He had been to Paris countless times in his childhood and even once with Astoria, but this felt different. Walking with (Y/N), listening as she told him about the things she did every day, the places she frequented and the muggle history behind them felt like a dream come true. (Y/N) was very excited about taking him to a bunch of places and she numbered cheerfully all of the activities she had planned for them. Draco wished he could live in this moment forever.

“So, you’ve been consistently on the Prophet’s Best Seller list for almost a year and now you’ve won the Beedle the Bard literary prize. Don’t you dare to forget about your commoner friends, (Y/L/N),” he teased.

“You’re hardly a commoner, Healer Malefoy,” she taunted back, using the French translation of his last name.

Draco rolled his eyes playfully. “But really, you’re conquering the world one book at a time and I cannot be prouder…of myself for still having your original poetry saved somewhere at home.”

(Y/N) snickered. “I guess magical readers like the flavour of muggle literature. ‘That Kafka fellow? An absolute genius’,” as she quoted him playfully, Draco’s heart flipped.

When they reached the apartment, Draco observed everything in astonishment. Each little detail around the house embodied her. From the towers of books that flooded the flat to the position of the sofa by the fireplace, the rickety spiral staircase leading to the second floor, the creamy colours of the walls, the muggle paintings – she would later call them ‘impressionist’ –, the huge windowpanes and the mismatched yet harmonious furniture, it was all her. Draco had never seen a place represent a person so well. Even more surprising was the feeling that invaded him as soon as he set foot inside; he sensed that he had finally arrived home. He was Odysseus returning to his beloved Ithaca and he never wanted to set sail again.

They goofed around for a while, talking nonsense as they drank some very expensive wine. They danced around the room, enjoying the different layers to muggle music. Lately, (Y/N) had got then both hooked on muggle jazz. Draco relished greatly how the music seemed to pierce through them as they swayed around the room.

As the sunset painted the sky with colourful swirls, Draco stood by the window, observing the rooftops, the quaint streets and the Eiffel tower at a distance. (Y/N) took in his form. He looked much better. He stood taller; his shoulders no longer sagged forward in defeat. The bags under his eyes were practically gone. She could tell he was eating more. And he seemed generally happier. It made her smile.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go anywhere tonight?” she asked softly, walking towards him.

He turned to face her and nodded vehemently. He knew what he wanted to do. But it was only about an hour later, when they were cuddling in her bed, that he delved slowly into the much-awaited conversation.

Draco’s head laid on (Y/N)’s stomach. He was facing her way, eyes closed as her fingers worked their magic on his scalp. He was thinking about the right way to say it. And it all started off clumsily.  

“So, Olivier Flamel, huh?”

“Yes,” she sighed.

For a while, (Y/N) had dated Olivier Flamel, a descendant of the one and only Nicholas Flamel, who, not coincidentally at all, was also a big-shot alchemist. It had ended like most of her relationships and flings in the last few years: casually, easily, no real pain for either part involved because they hadn’t been really that involved.  

“Do I have to hex him?” Draco asked seriously.

(Y/N) snorted. “Ron asked me just the same,” she explained when he shot her an amused look, “And of course not, Dray. Olivier is an amazing guy. There was a lot of chemistry between us and we had a very passionate affair. But ultimately, we were just so different.”

Draco was invaded by a horrible feeling of envy when she talked about their amazing chemistry, but he did his best not to show it, to be rational and kind.

“How are you holding up?” he asked, even though he already knew. He needed the confirmation that still didn’t have feelings for him.

“You know it’s fine,” she shrugged, “I guess I’m just shook. For a while there I was half of the ‘it’ couple of the French wizarding jet set. It was a wild ride. Way too much to handle”.

Her cheeky smile then turned into a more concerned gesture. “How are you holding up?”

To say that (Y/N) had been surprised by Draco and Astoria’s divorce was the understatement of the century. The only thing she was certain of was that she didn’t want to see Draco suffer like that ever again. It had made her physically sick, to see him in so broken. She had been there through every stage of his grief. She helped him move back to Malfoy Manor. She took care of Scorpius on the days in which he couldn’t get out of bed. She cried with him. She got drunk with him. She was the big spoon. And through it all, (Y/N) only real target was to help Draco’s heart heal.  

“I’m alright now. In hindsight I guess I am not surprised, you know? Our relationship was doomed since the beginning. The most important thing to me is Scorpius and I believe we’re handling it well, the share custody and all. He’s a happy boy.”

(Y/N) kept caressing Draco’s hair. There was a painfully long silence. The feeling of repressed words and feelings clouded the air. They had kissed a couple of times before. Once they had a very heated make out session that almost leads to them shagging. But they hadn’t talked about it. Every time it happened, they would just ignore it and carry on, as if they were not both elated by it. (Y/N) had spent countless nights telling herself that she wouldn’t kiss him again; she didn’t want to be Draco’s rebound.

“We totally suck at this love thing, don’t we?” (Y/N) finally said.

Draco’s heart was beating hard on his chest. It was now or never. “I don’t think we suck at this ‘love thing’,” he pointed out, raising up to face her, “I think we have ignored the right person to do the love thing with”.

(Y/N) regarded him seriously for a second. This is really not how she thought the infamous conversation would go. She was braising herself for yet another disappointment. And now here he was, saying the things she had wanted for so long. A lot of mixed messages were bouncing in her mind.

“You mean us? Together?” (Y/N) sat up, “Dray, don’t you think that boat sailed about a decade ago?”

Draco’s smile fell. He was certainly not expecting that. All of a sudden, he felt an emptiness in his stomach and an urgent need to cry. “D-do you really think so?”

“The timing is never right,” she breathed out.

“Look at us now, love. The timing is perfect,” he said before kissing both of her cheeks.

(Y/N)’s eyes welled with tears. “I don’t want to be your rebound, Dray,” she softly.

Draco looked at her, his expression softening. “I’ve been in love with you for the longest time, (Y/N). I pushed you away, convinced that I was doing the ultimate sacrifice for you. I wanted to save you from, well, me. You deserved better. You still do”, he heard her scoff, “But I guess that doesn’t matter anymore.”

They looked at each other intently. “Now,” he said dramatically, “I’ve come all this way to confess my undying love for you…”

“Idiot,” she muttered playfully, the widest and most genuine smile plastered on her face. He inched forward and kissed her face again: her forehead, her cheeks, her jaw, her neck. (Y/N) felt like she was floating on a cloud.

“I want to be yours, (Y/N). I want you to be mine,” he whispered in her ear, before kissing her on that soft spot he knew made her breathing hitch.

“Draco, I swear if you hurt me, if you use me as a rebound, I swear to Circe I’m going to hex you and never talk to –“

He shook his head. “I will never hurt you, (Y/N/N). I am in love with you.”

“I’ve always been yours, Dray,” she said, softly.

“As I’ve always been yours,” he answered. 

They looked at each other then, eyes full of adoration. He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. His eyes quickly set on her lips before meeting her gaze again. (Y/N) pressed her lips to his. It was, by no means, the first time Draco and (Y/N) kissed. It was, though, the best one they had shared to date. It started sweet and loving, but its intensity raised as the minutes went by. Their feelings let loose, pressing themselves unfiltered with each caress.

“I love you, Draco,” she said breathlessly.

He pressed (Y/N) to his chest, kissing the top of her head multiple times.

“Say that you love me again,” he almost pleaded, his voice small and a bit ashamed. Draco couldn’t believe his ears and he wanted every confirmation he could possibly get.

“I love you, Dray,” she said, pecking his lips, “I love you.”

tags: @fandomscombine @okaydraco @naomi02hook @iliketoast23 @winnsmills @oldfashionedlovergirlsblog @happycomb @xtrashmouthxtozierx @animelover09556 @hopplessdreamer

[donghyuckcuyhgnod]

a jock’s cupid bow

becoming best friends with park jisung was completely accidental. your first two years of high school, neither of you really knew each other. it was a simple, “oh, yeah. he’s in my class,” type of acquaintance, a mere friendly smile in the halls and an occasional question about the homework. he had his own group of friends, and you had yours.

jisung had always been the athletic type. he was always the star of the game, playing a different sport every season. he was a jock, yes (and popular), but not the typical kind. he was never rude or obnoxious, and he never met the stereotypes of a popular jock. he mostly kept to himself, other than his small group of friends, consisting of five other boys—similar to him.

you were a bit different, however. you weren’t necessarily athletic, but rather spent your time doing extra curriculars like joining the art club, drama club, as well as the journalism club. you, as well, had your own group of friends who were interested in similar things to you.

however, no matter how unathletic you were, physical education was a class you and the rest of your peers were required to take. normally, you would try your hardest to make some sort of excuse as to why you couldn’t play whatever stupid game the students were participating in. whether it was a headache, too much homework, or a sore ankle; anything to get you out of it. but unfortunately, you had used those excuses too many times, and so, you were forced to play a round of dodgeball on this particular day.

you had seen how aggressive the boys in your class could get during this game, especially the competitive ones. they would whip the hard, rubber balls at whoever was in their way, with absolutely no mercy and no speed control. you would blink and a ball would be right at your face. judging how you were when it came to sports, you knew this was a bad idea.

for a while, you had been doing alright. staying in the back corner was your form of defense, away from the middle and the front where the balls came at full speed, and too high above the ground to be accidental. by the time they got to you (in the back), they were slower and lower, and easier to dodge. and you didn’t dare try to hit anyone on the opposing team; you weren’t that idiotic.

and somehow, your whimpy, pathetic survival strategy had gotten you through most of the game. after a few minutes, you found that you were one of only two people left on your team. the other being a boy named lee jeno. the three people left on the opposing team was park jisung, na jaemin, and huang renjun. who, coincidentally, were all part of the same friend group. which initially led to a bit more aggressiveness when throwing the balls; it was a simple case of you’re my friend—therefore, i can hit you as hard as i want without feeling bad for laughing.

and just as park jisung went to throw what seemed like an extremely aggressive throw, renjun and jaemin had been goofing around and mocking their friend who happened to be your only hope in winning the game. you knew you were useless, so you figured that getting hit on purpose was probably the best option. and just as jisung went to throw the ball at jeno, his two goofy friends bumped into him; causing his arm to go sideways just as he let go of the ball.

and before you knew it, you were thrown back right onto your bottom. you squeezed your eyes shut in displeasure, a series of gasps coming from the other students at your hard fall. laying on your back, you felt a sharp pain in your bum, as well as a painful pressure right between your eyes, where the ball had initially went flying into you at full speed and full strength.

when you said getting hit was the best option, this was not what you meant.

“oh, fuck!” you heard a deep voice yell, before you realized that your teammate was standing over you, a worried look in his eyes. “jisung, what the hell!?” he shouted, your ears catching rapid footsteps that seemed to be approaching. you could tell by the way the floor nearly shook.

“holy shit, i-i’m so sorry! i was aiming for jeno, not you! oh, god, you’re bleeding!” a frantic and panicked jisung had popped into your vision, his voice laced in pure worry and disbelief. you quickly lifted your hand up to your nose, and sure enough, you were bleeding.

“nice job, jisung! you gave her a bloody nose!” jeno said, sarcasm laced in his voice.

“wait a minute- i- my hand slipped- i’m sorry!” jisung whined.

you groaned in pain, a sudden pressure overcoming your nose. you quickly sat up, shocking the two boys that were knelt beside you.

“holy fuck, i feel like i just got a nose job!” you shrieked, causing jeno to laugh out loud at your unexpected reaction. jisung, however, was overcome with guilt as he offered to take you to the nurses office. of course, you had told him you would be fine, but your teacher had insisted you take up jisung’s offer.

in the nurses office, jisung couldn’t seem to stop apologizing.

“y/n, i’m so sorry. really, i wasn’t aiming for you. if it wasn’t for jaemin and renjun, the ball wouldn’t have hit you! i didn’t mean to, sincerely!”

“jisung, it’s alright! it’s not like i’m dying or anything, it’s just a stupid bloody nose. an ice pack and i’ll be fine. really, you don’t need to worry,” you had said, which ultimately shut him up. after reassuring him several times throughout your nurse visit, he had finally come to terms with the fact that you weren’t mad at him. and so, with your head tilted back and your fingers pinching the bridge of your nose, the two of you had started a conversation about the homework from your shared chemistry class.

fast forward two months later, and you and jisung were practically attached at the hip. you found yourself sitting with jisung and his jock friends at lunch, and hanging out with them after school and on the weekends. instead of spending your time at your normal after school clubs, you now spent your time at school games and practices in support of your new friends, especially jisung. you no longer wore baggy knitted sweaters to keep you warm, but rather jisung’s letterman jacket that he loved oh, so much. you weren’t sure how or when it happened, but you found yourself falling for him in just a mere two months.

and it seemed that everyone could clearly see he felt the exact same way about you. his friends (now yours as well) had constantly made you aware of his feelings towards you but you always denied. there was no way someone like park jisung could like you as more than a friend, or so you thought. even your classmates outside of your friends—old and new—had seen the obvious adoration the two of you felt for each other. it was so blatant, and so insanely obvious how much you liked each other.

and when jisung had asked you out for the first time, despite your constant denial of liking him, you simply couldn’t say no. a feeling of overwhelming excitement had overcome you, a ginormous, full-teeth smile taking over your features as you said the words, “yes, of course i’ll go on a date with you.”

and just a year later, your relationship with jisung was going strong; your feelings for him increasing every single day, your bond only strengthening as time went on. you truly felt that you were dating your best friend.

and fast forward to now, just two days before your highschool graduation. somehow, you convinced jisung to help you set up the football field for the upcoming event. it took a lot of begging, but he ultimately agreed with a roll of his eyes, a small smile on his face nonetheless.

“jisung, can you pass me that banner?” you say, reaching your hand out as he hands you the said item. as you begin pinning the banner to the fence, jisung hums in curiosity.

“i wonder what chenle is going to say in his speech at the graduation. y’know, being class president and all,” he says. you laugh at the thought, causing a smile to appear on jisung’s face.

“who knows what he’ll say? probably something stupid about the cafeteria food,” you respond. jisung laughs in agreement, helping you step off of the ladder you were standing on just a moment ago.

you sigh in satisfaction, looking around the large field at all of the decorations you and a few others students had put up. “i can’t believe we’re graduating soon,” you say, turning to your boyfriend as he nodded his head.

“yeah, i know. it feels like just yesterday when i hit you in the face with a dodgeball,” he says. hitting him on the shoulder, you laugh.

“holy shit, i forgot about that!” a smile makes it way to your face, your eyes widening in remembrance as the memory floods through you. “you were so worried—you thought you killed me or something!”

“i thought i gave you a concussion! we barely knew each other at the time. how was i supposed to know you weren’t gonna sue me!?” he says, his arms flailing in the air for dramatic affect. you smile at him, pure adoration and bliss reflecting on your eyes.

“y’know, i’m glad you hit me with that ball. our lives would be completely different right now if you didn’t,” you admit. he silently agrees, and you can’t help but think that he looks so beautiful in this moment. his eyes lightly squinted from the brightness of the sun, his dark hair unkept and a bit messy from the wind. his cheeks red with cold, his lips slightly chapped, but still so kissable. his scent fills your nose, not only because he’s right next to you, but also because he had given you his jacket to wear just a few minutes prior.

an overwhelming amount of gratitude and love overcomes you in the moment, and you pull him by the hand closer to you as you look into his dark eyes, that holds so much love for you. you smile at him.

“i love you,” you say. jisung returns the smile, squeezing your hand a bit as he leans down. his lips connect to yours in a sweet kiss, only lasting a few seconds before he pulls away with a giddy look on his face.

“i love you more,” he responds. and the truth is, he didn’t need to say it back. because you know he loves you. you know that he will always choose you, and that you’ll always be beautiful in his eyes. you know that oddly, he doesn’t regret giving you a bloody nose in physical education class. and you don’t regret it, either.

you know he loves you. and thats all you need.

[thebibliomancer]

Dark Crystal Age of Resistance ep 6 liveblog

"By Gelfling Hand...”

Huh. I fell off the watching wagon in September. Thats a long time. I’ve probably forgotten all the proper nouns.

Just a stream of thoughts.

So last time in Age of Resistance people finally dreamfast and the age of resisting finally starts. I can’t wait for the Gelfling Rey to show up and stop the one-note Kylan.

Rian has been captured, transferred from one Skeksis to another, and escapes after deciding that he’s not going to escape.

The All-Maudra is dead, long live All-Mauldra Seladon. 

Wonder what will happen now, me too.

Deet, Hup, and Brea are under arrest. And now the General wants to drink them.

“These Gelfling have just the vigor we’re looking for. Throw them in. And their little podling too.”

C’mon, Var. Geez. C’mon. Geez. He’s tall for his age.

The only good thing about Skeksis deciding to drink you is that the crystal is all the way back at the castle and they’re not going to want to hurt you or else lessen the vigor.

I’m looking at that jail cell wheel and the gaps are totally big enough for Brea to get out of if she just tries.

Oh hey, Lore senses Brea in need and is leaving his chamber by the magic of bending over to fit through the doorway.

And coincidentally, Rian, Gurjin, Naia, and probably Kylan are all here and saw Brea et al get captured so now they’re going to have an exciting chase scene to try to save them.

-Seladon looking at throne like ‘oh shit oh fuck what have i done-

Pfft she sits on the throne just when Lore decides he wants to leave his horribly hidden chamber and bursts through it like the Kool-Ade Man

OH YEAH

Seladon didn’t even get to enjoy the throne in a conflicted way for more than five seconds. That’s amazing.

Ritual Master: “VAR GEEZ C’MON WHY DID YOU KILL THAT GELFLING GEEZ VAR GEEZ”

General: “The Emperor is forgiving”

Ritual Master: -sass- “Of course! If there’s one quality our Emperor is known for, it’s mercy.”

I never thought that the Ritual Master would be the voice of reason among the Skeksis but hot damn, I’m loving his tone.

Rian standing in the middle of the road like some kind of badass.

But the Rian ruse is a distraction.

Rian: “I heard you were looking for me”

General: ‘this fucking guy’

Rian: ‘Why don’t you come out and say that to my face’

Oh the General is just going to run Rian over with the cart. You can’t accuse him of not being pragmatic.

Ritual Master: ‘I DON’T LIKE ANY OF THIS!’

The rest of the team can’t get the back of the wheel cage open but thankfully Lore out of nowhere.

Lore Out of Nowhere is going to be the name of my band that just turns exposition dumps into songs. Once I learn how to sing, play an instrument, songwrite, or organize groups.

The Skeksis don’t know what Lore is but they’re both appalled and disgusted.

Huh. There are other Gelfling in the wheel cage instead of just protagonists. The paladins that the Skeksis were gathering for the ‘war.’ One can only imagine what they’re making of this.

Lore: -rips the wheel cage door off-

General: -squeaking a little in dismay- “My carriage!”

Oh the paladins are escaping too. I don’t know that they know whats even going on.

Ritual Master: -pokes head at cart to shake his fist and tell the kids to get off his lawn-

Lore: -stomps towards menacingly-

General: “We should escape without delay!”

Ritual Master: -sass- “At long last, you’ve had a good idea!”

And they swerve around Rian instead of running him over because he’s still just standing in the middle of the road like an idiot. Mighty courteous of the Skeksis or the pillbugs to not vehicular gelflingslaughter him.

Brea gives Rian a hug so Deet gives him a longer, lingering hug.

Pls no love triangle. Pls.

Paladins still not know shit start hubbubbing about how Rian is a traitor and a murderer.

Brea: ‘Nuh uh!’

Rian: “Everything the Skeksis ever told us was a lie. But its hard to recognize the light when you’ve spent your whole life in the dark.”

So clearly you should all get- yup Rian is like lets do a huge dreamfast circle.

And hey, good idea! He says afterwards they should spread throughout Thra dreamfasting with all gelfling to share the truth. 

Paladin: “I will dreamfast with you!”

Another Paladin: “I will dreamfast with you!”

A third Paladin: “I’m Spartacus and so’s my wife!”

Oh, cool. Funeral for the Dead-Maudra. There’s a cool sounding tradition for the death of the All-Maudra. “The windsifters will deliver six pieces of her crown to six Maudras that they might come together to reassemble it and place it upon the brow of the new All-Maudra.”

That’s pretty neat. A ritual to restate the unity of the Gelfling clans and publicly endorse the new All-Maudra as legitimate.

I have a feeling that its not going to go to Seladon’s liking though.

Woo gelfling song. 

Oh the windsifters are like. Batbirds.

I had been thinking that they were like a type of gelfling job, like couriers or something.

More gelfling beastmastery is nice too though.

Seladon: “Gelfling need an All-Maudra who won’t be swayed from the path set for us by the Lords of the Crystal. A beacon of light in these dark times. I shall be that All-Maudra.”

The, uh, librarian guy says that they should get around to the burial rites and return the Dead-Maudra to Thra but Seladon is going Creon from Antigone and saying that her mom isn’t going to get burial rites because she was a traitor. She is going to be cremated instead.

This is sure to endear Seladon to the Gelfling people who thought the All-Maudra was neat despite all evidence.

Librarian guy: “FOR SHAME!”

Seladon: “For Thra.”

Oh shit the Chamberlain limps into the Stone-in-Wood village after surviving that carriage crash last time and yells at everyone to bring him water and good and just generally do stuff for him. But the Gelfling all just kind of awkwardly shut their doors and ignore him.

And also throw stuff at him.

-Gelfling closes door-

Chamberlain: “I see you! I SEE YOU!”

Chamberlain: “How could you? I protect you! YOU OWE ME!”

Aw shit again, news of the Skeksis drinking people has spread here already and the Gelflings have no patience for Skeksis anymore.

And since Chamberlain keeps hanging around screaming instead of leaving, they start throwing rocks and fruit and possibly poo until he runs away.

Hey remember how you let Rian get away, Chamberlain? You goofed. You done goofed.

Scroll-Keeper: “The General and the Ritual Master have returned. ...Without the promised volunteers.”

Ornamentalist: -laughing- “The Emperor won’t liiiiike that!”

Scroll-Keeper: -chuckling- “No.”

-both start cackling-

I love how shitty the Skeksis are to each other. 

Some of the promised volunteers that escaped somehow made it back to the castle BEFORE the General and Ritual Master and have been spreading the truth.

Oh, hm. So you can dreamfast with someone. But you can’t then dreamfast the memories you saw in a dreamfast. So the escaped tribute basically has to go ‘yeah but just trust me, I saw what I saw in the psychic vision with the guy who is supposedly has brain sick’

But a lot of things are added up. 

The death of Mira. The weird sudden calling for volunteers. The death of the All-Maudra. 

A guard: “Yes! Spread the word and gather arms. We take this castle this very night!”

I cherish your optimism, guy.

It’d be a huge blow against the Skeksis but it feels doomed to fail. Plus one of the guards wasn’t as enthusiastic about the idea as the others and is probably going to snitch.

Oh dang I was ready to say that none of the new landscapes really match up to the bubblegloop swamp from the movie but the sweeping view of the Crystal Desert was pretty beautiful, if not as lively.

Kylan, I think: “They say the sands never stop shifting. Crossing the desert on foot will be as easy as walking on water.”

That’s that good shit.

Naia: “Must you complain about everything?”

Gurjin: “Its not my fault that everything is terrible.”

I appreciate you, Gurjin.

Uh oh. It seems like everything has finally hit Brea and she’s having a melancholy moment.

Brea: “I keep thinking that if I turn my head fast enough, I’ll see my mother’s face. Or if I listen hard enough, I’ll hear her voice. .. But I won’t.”

Brea: “I should be there to bury her!” Ooooof. Bad news there, Brea.

Deet suggests that they do their own ceremony there and Brea says that would help.

Deet: “Thats what friends do. They help.”

Brea: -sad hug, sobs- “You’re a true friend!”

Aww.

(Support Conversation rank A. After the time skip, they will be married)

Archer Ur Ru carefully rolling up stuff in a leaf for eats.

Aughra: “LONG NECK THERE YOU ARE”

Archer: -spills his entire lunch, sighs-

So Aughra’s problem is that she understands the situation now and all the pieces on the board but not how everything is going to end. There are many possible outcomes and she’s got to try for the best one.

I’ll say that two gelflings left finally healing the crystal cannot have been the Golden Ending. Maybe try harder, Aughra.

Archer: -seeing where she’s going with this- “And where does my path lead?”

Aughra: “Into the sands to face the Hunter”

Archer: … -sighs- “I cannot defeat my dark half”

Aughra: “You will find a way. But not without sacrifice.”

Holy shit Aughra are you telling him to kill himself? That’s kinda dark.

I mean, Skeksis and Ur Ru are quantum linked or whatev. Archer could just. Injure himself to the point that the Hunter can’t leap and gambol about the treetops anymore. Or ask Aughra to.

Aughra: “Get a move on. You Mystics are not known for your swift speed.”

Geez, Aughra. You dump a task like this on a guy and then call him a slowpoke.

Archer: “Will we meet again?”

Aughra: -hesitates for like a minute- “Some things even Aughra cannot see.”

Archer: -sighs harder-

And then she’s off to Stone-in-the-Wood to prevent a terrible mistake apparently. Hope it wasn’t throwing produce at Chamberlain because ship sailed.

Rian: “Life and death are a circle… not a line. There is no end, no beginning. Today, our beloved All-Maudra has returned to Thra. Though we cannot be there to guide her essence home… we will sing her memory across the wind. I will bind your words into a dream-stitch. All those who find this seed will know her as you did. Speak for the dead. Share your best memory that we may all know her goodness.”

I don’t have snark. This is just a beautiful ritual.

Now Rian is having feelings about his dad.

Like I get he’s feeling like his father actually loved him because he died for him but. C’mon. I feel like we’re sweeping the bad parenting under the rug.

“I love you. Get out of bed.” Wow. The All-Maudra was something.

‘When I looked at her eyes as the light faded out of them I realized that ‘I love you’ actually meant ‘I love you’’

Hup is a good singer.

Rian, why are you and Deet staring at each other longingly across a funeral fire?

Seladon: “I loved you with all I had” -sets her mom’s body on fire- “I’m sorry it was not enough.”

Mm. This is some contrast. In rites.

Oh the dream-stitch is just like flying off into the sky. That’s neat. 

OH THE MUTINY IS NOT GOING WELL AT ALL

Gourmand: “I hope you taste better than you fight”

GOD DAMN

Okay the Stonewood Maudra Fara has shown up to Ha’ra. 

oh geeez

Maudra Fara revered the All-Maudra so hearing she was killed going against the Skeksis makes her go ‘cool imma avenge her’

Also, this: Maudra Fara: “Several of your paladins are travelling the land telling a different story.”

Seladon is handling this as a reasonable individual. 

Fara: “You speak madness”

Seladon: “I SPEAK… as the All-Maudra.”

Chamberlain comes home and finds the castle in shambles. And Skeksis freely peeing and farting on everything. 

Seems like they just go full slob when they don’t have to put on a good face for the Gelflings.

Chamberlain is pretty disgusted at how gross things have gotten since he’s been gone but he perks up when he thinks he’ll be able to curry favor with the Emperor.

But nope. The big wild party is still going on and the Skeksis are binging on essence and foods. So the Emperor is feeling pretty good.

Gourmand: “Don’t worry, we kept the podlings.”

Chamberlain has to be a buzzkill.

Chamberlain: “I bring terrible news! Cease all merrymaking!”

Emperor: “I see you standing there but no Rian. What do you have to say before I punish you for your continued FAILURE?”

Shouldn’t’ve interrupted his hedonism, Sil.

Chamberlain: -had fruits thrown at him-

Chamberlain: “I faced grave danger!”

Chamberlain tries to argue that hey the open and rising revolt by gelfling clans is a Bad Thing Actually but the Emperor is feeling too buzzed.

-everybody laughs in Chamberlain’s face-

Emperor: “The General set us free! Never again will the Skeksis have to bear the burden of pretending to care for these useless Gelfling.

But who will make your food or- oh right, they’re going to enslave the podlings.

General: ‘HEY I HAVE AN IDEA LETS DRINK ALL THE STONEWOOD’

Everyone: ‘WOO THE PARTY NEVER STOPS’

And then they make fun of how much the Chamberlain stinks because he had fruit thrown at him.

They’ve been peeing on the furnishing and they tell Chamberlain to go take a bath.

I’d feel bad for him but y’know.

OH SHIT TAVRA, THE COOL SISTER

OH SHIT SHE HASN’T HEARD ABOUT HER MOM

Tavra: “Then she died doing what she had to do. What she always did. Protecting Gelfling”

Ehhhhh, speak well of the dead I guess.

Ok so i guess the rest of the Maudra have shown up. Except Maudra of the Grot who just sent the piece of crown back. Its just too bright up there.

So the Grot, the Vapra, the Spriton, the Sifa, the Dousan all support Seladon’s inauguration but the Stonewood and Drenchen withhold. 

This has apparently never happened.

Fara: “The All-Maudra has not always been a Vapra”

Fara: “A war is coming and Seladon is not the one to lead us”

Yup thought something adjacent to this would happen.

Seladon: “It was my mother’s crown. It belongs to me!”

Fara: “I would have followed her into a nest of spitters, but not you!”

gasp 

Fara: “I challenge Seladon for the Living Crown”

Oh snap

“We cannot challenge the Skeksis!”

Fara: “They are few, we are many.”

The dramatic irony here is palpable. 

Seladon: “Maudra Fara has invoked a challenge. It is her right to choose the nature”

Fara: “Trial by air”

-gasps-

A Maudra: “Tests and trials are the Skeksis ways, not ours!”

Apparently Seleadon is a contender being smart and careful but Fara is pretty confident.

Fara: “I will take no pleasure in besting you…. Childling.”

Wow Fara gonna condescend on top of it all. 

And back to the desert. 

The Dousan! The desert gelfling! Apparently they barely leave the desert and are forbidden from being castle guards for some reason!

He seems fun.

Dousan Guy: “To the great All. May the dead become one with Thra again. May we feel their tears in the rain. And their warmth in the suns. Though they are gone, they remain with us still.”

Brea: “That was beautiful.”

Dousan Guy: “But a trifle compared to your emotion.”

Oh they got the dream-stitch thing. 

Ah. Reky’yr. Sandmaster. 

Rek’yr is a smooth guy. He’s giving Brea a bone protection charm and offering to carry the group across the desert.

He’s the most helpful Gelfling they’ve met so far.

Oh. Until they mention they’re going to a place considered a cursed ruin and then he gets cold feet.

But Brea shames him into it by calling him a coward.

Brea: “You don’t trust Rek’yr?”

Rian: “Well for starters. He’s a Dousan.” Wow. Ok. Racist. “They’re obsessed with death!”

Brea: “They’re not obsessed.”

Rian: “HE GAVE YOU BONES”

I really hope Rian is proven wrong in his kneejerk suspicion. 

And then Naia, Gurjin, and Kylan peace out to join the spreading the news group of the plot. They recognize that they’re secondary cast and there’s no room for them in this subplot.

BOLD GURJIN! THANK YOU RIAN YOU’VE DONE SOMETHING GOOD AND GIVEN HIM HIS ADJECTIVE!

Hunter: -spots the party on the flying thing- “So. The hunt continues.”

Okay so trial by air is like a flying race. And everyone telling Fara not to be afraid of Seladon because she’s just a child makes me think that its not going to be so easy.

And that Fara is going to be for a rude awakening.

Oh god. Seladon is late to the challenge because she’s been dressing Extra Extra. Like a Skeksis.

I really can’t overemphasize how Aesthetic Seladon has suddenly become. 

And then she’s like ‘hey fara take the crown i don’t even want it its nasty’

Fara: ‘u wot m8’

Seladon: ‘Its cool i made a cooler, gother crown. Its much cooler.’

Fara is mighty pissed at this but Seladon just grabs her and throws her across the room and breaks the Living Crown with her.

Seladon: “Gelfling turning on Gelfling. We stand on the brink of anarchy. Bow before me, Maudra Fara. And together we will prove our loyalty to the Skeksis and snuff this fire before it burns us all.”

Fara: “As you burned your own mother.”

Damn Fara is good at burning Seladon.

And Seladon can only go ‘yeah well gtfo my city’

You know I was wondering how the trial by air would be portrayed. Flying gelfling is well within the special effects that they’ve already shown but a race would be different. But Seladon decided ‘screw that actually’

Ah well.

And then Fara and the Drenchan Maudra peace out.

And the other Maudras are like ‘geez Seladon geez’

Seladon: “And what will you three choose. Order or chaos?”

A Maudra: “This is not the gelfling way!”

Seladon: “It. Is. Now.”

Oh you three are going to bow? You cowards.

This is the Age of Resistance, not the Age of Follow Seladon She Has Some Good Ideas.

Well I thought that the clans were in revolt but it seems mostly just the Drenchen and the Stonewood. And standing alone against the Skeksis and the other clans is not going to go well for them. 

In general, the feeling ‘oh we should definitely trust our autocratic overlords they know whats best’ has been panning out really bad.

[pupfresh]

Pup and Coming: Above the Mendoza

Above the Mendoza Genre: Pop Punk

What’s your hometown?

Center Valley, Pennsylvania

How did you become a band?

Tyler was in a band, Pete and Aaron were in another band. Both bands broke up. Pete and Tyler coincidentally transferred to Temple University the same semester, we played a few open mic gigs, wrote a few songs, and Above the Mendoza was born. After a few fill ins, Brian started jamming with us and we meshed really well and brought him on as our drummer. Finally, Brian introduced us to Kevin who once again meshed really well with all of us and the lineup was finally solidified with him on bass.

Where did the band name originate from?

There’s a term in baseball called the Mendoza line, which stems from an old player named Mario Mendoza who was a notoriously poor hitter. The term hitting “below the Mendoza line” means your batting average is under .200 and what it really means is you’re sucking it up. We strive to be above that line, so at least average… But all kidding aside Pete used to play baseball all the way into college so we felt it was a cool name for us and really a name that we try to live up to.

Where do you guys draw your influences for your music?

We’re all into a variety of music, but the sound that influences our music comes from the early 2000s emo/punk revival and the many great bands that resulted from that because of bands like Blink 182 and Green Day, who dominated the genre in the 90s.  Newer bands like The Wonder Years, Real Friends, and State Champs are also some pretty big influences for us. Kevin loves Joy Division and different bands, but he’s starting to get into Brand New and Seaway so we’re converting him. Also we’re huge fans of our homies in Grayscale from right here in Philly.

What sets you apart from all the other bands out there?

Musically, we are a bridge between nostalgia and something totally new. If you took those late 90’s/early 00’s bands and mixed them together with those newer pop punks bands, and then threw a little different seasoning on top, you’d end up with Above the Mendoza. Personality-wise, what sets us apart is we are literally ourselves 24/7, whether we are in the van, on stage, or just hanging out. What you see is what you get. Lots of laughing and goofing around with us. But most importantly, we eat a lot of Wawa. A LOT of Wawa.

What’s your favorite part about being in a band?

Pete: Touring and gigging is definitely up there. But I think my absolute favorite part is the people I’ve met and the friendships I’ve made. Between bands from home, bands we meet on the road, people we’ve worked with in the studio, and everyone that comes to shows no matter where they are, I’ve made so many lifelong friends that share the same never ending passion for music that I have.

Tyler: Touring

Aaron: Being on the road and getting to see all these different places and hear so many awesome bands.

Brian: The relationships and bonds you form from the late nights and long drive. You get to know each other so well. And nothing replaces the feeling you get when performing and when someone tells you they love a song you helped to write.

Kevin: Playing music with some of my closest friends for people who share the same passions as us.

What are the bands future plans?

We are putting out a new EP on May 15th called “A Shoulder to Lean On, But Not a Crutch”, and we put out a single called “House Special 2” with a music video, and another song called “Father Time” that you can find both on our YouTube. We are gigging a lot around our hometown, and then plan to hit the road hard again this summer. Basically, we are just going to keep grinding.

What was your favorite cartoon growing up?

Pete: Spongebob

Tyler: Spongebob

Aaron: Looney Tunes

Brian: SPIDER MAN ON SATURDAY MORNINGS

Kevin: Courage the  Cowardly Dog

Favorite pizza topping?

Pete: Ricotta Cheese

Tyler: Cheese

Aaron: Pepperoni

Brian: Pepperoni

Kevin: Broccoli

If you could have one superpower what would it be?

Pete: Teleportation. It’d add so much time and get rid of wasted travel and steps.

Tyler: Super speed

Aaron: The ability to read peoples minds

Brian: The ability to spawn whatever you want right in front of you. Not sure what that would be called. “Spontaneous Creation”?

Kevin: Super speed

What is the first album you ever bought?

Pete: I didn’t buy it but my sister got the Backstreet Boys “Millennium” for Christmas and I listened to that too many times. Enema of the State was my first actual purchase, after I grew out of that BSB phase (still waiting for that to happen).

Tyler: Green Day’s “Dookie”. I bought it at a garage sale when I was 12.

Aaron: American Idiot-Green Day

Brian: HAHAHAHAHA Smash Mouth- Astro Lounge

Kevin: Is This It- The Strokes

What’s the last show you watched on Netflix?

Pete: Stranger Things. Whole season in one day. I also watch The Office and Always Sunny all the way through like once every two months.

Tyler: The Office

Aaron: Shameless

Brian: Bob’s Burgers

Kevin: Also Bob’s Burgers

Anything else you’d like to say?

Thanks so much for having us, be sure to check us out @ATMbandPA on Twitter/Instagram/Snapchat, and find us on Facebook and Bandcamp too! Come out to a show on any of our upcoming tour dates and be on the lookout for NEW MUSIC SOON!

[mysmess-seol-blog]

707′s “Fishing” - Korean vs. English Explanation

Hi there, nonny♡

Before I get on with this request, I would first of all like to say this was a really funny chat room for me. I absolutely love Seven, he is such a goof ball. I would be glad to help you out with this request! ^^

Aww, thank you! It isn’t long before I experience death without actually dying. I always ask myself why I go to uni when I hate studying. Why didn’t I think of something else that I want to pursue instead? Probably because I don’t have anything in specific that I want to do.

I honestly don’t know what I am thinking either? It is just normal for me, I guess. My brother got into the same uni as me and he is taking 22 credits too and he is a medical major, and I can already feel the aura.

I remember I used to get home from high school at like 10PM?? It is a sad story.

ANYWAYS, I am going on a random tangent. Please join me under the cut if you would like the punny funny reason as to why this “fishing” thing was probably added to the chat room conversation ^^

Please note that although this is an analysis, there may be opinions that may differ or be consistent with mine! While I can give some sort of Korean background, for debatable topics, I do not represent all of the Korean minds for respective topics. Also, please excuse any errors or let me know if clarifications are needed, for English is not my first language! Thank you and enjoy!

Let's go ahead with a screenshot of the chat! I asked my friend to actually find the chat for me because of recent complications with my network connection (currently in Japan).

Thanks Nayeon~♡ (나여니 고마웡♡♡♡)

ZEN: 세븐이 저 녀석은 이유 없이 사람 뒤통수 칠 것 같지만; Seol's translation: Seven could "stab us in the back" for no reason though. MM translation: I bet Seven can totally back stab us without any reason though. -_-

I put "stab us in the back" in quotations because essentially it is what it means, but it is literally translated to, "hit in the back of the head" another expression used in Korea.

ZEN: 나연 씨, 혹시라도 이 대화를 보게 되면 잘 기억해. Seol's translation: Nayeon (MC), if you ever get to see this conversation, remember this. MM translation: Nayeon (MC), if you get to see this convo, remember this.

ZEN: 세븐이는... Seol's and MM translation: Seven is...

☆☆ ZEN: 낚시를 잘하니까 조심해. Seol's translation: good at fishing so be careful. MM translation: good at fishing.

So, fishing. While in the CG given right after this shows Seven actually fishing, in Korea, fishing actually has two meanings!

One being actually fishing, another meaning is, getting played =w=

This chatroom was probably made to give a heads up to Seven being a troll for the Korean community.

So, "good at fishing" could mean that he is actually good fishing, or good at playing people, orrrrrr coincidentally, both =w=

For a quick sum-up: 낚시 - fishing, getting played. 낚임/낚은 - got played.

Let me give you an example of when this expression is used in the game! You guys will probably know since we all know the very famous, pass out from drinking caffeine disease or whatever it was called =w=

(thanks again Nayeon♡)

Let's start with the name of the chatroom differences for Korean and English.

You guys see in the Korean version, there is the character I mentioned earlier, right? (낚은). So literally translated, Seven "caught(fishing)" Yoosung.

Now, with that said, let me go ahead and put up the Korean and English comparison for the choices that you can choose after Seven leaves the chatroom. I circled the choices in question ^^

As you can see, in the English version, it is translated as "you were tricked." While that is indeed true, the expression used to accurately portray what was actually said in the Korean is different, once again.

We see the same character again, here!

낚였음.

This means, "you were caught" in the context that Seven was "fishing."

One more thing to take a look at~

Before I get to anything, let me translate this really quickly for you.

Jaehee: ㅇㅇ... Seol's Translation: yes yes (it is like "k" in Korean) MM translation: Ya...

Yoosung: 네..? Seol's Translation: Pardon..? (other terms, yes:formal) MM translation: What..?

☆☆ Jaehee: 파닥파닥. ☆☆ Seol's Translation: (sounds of fish flopping) ☆☆ MM translation: You are a fish on a hook.

☆☆ Jaehee: 월척. ☆☆ Seol's Translation: big fish ☆☆ MM translation: Struggling to stay alive.

Yoosung: ?!

This is Jaehee expressing that Yoosung was basically played by Seven, and in Korea, fishing is what is associated with that kind of situation!

So there we have it! Fishing was talked about before in the very first chat that I introduced, but I don't think many people actually know that fishing had another meaning in Korea!

Unless I am an idiot and there is an expression that I don’t know about...

Seven may be good at actual fishing, but he is also good at the other kind as we all already know =w=

As for Yoosung, I feel for him.

I get "caught" all the time. So much it is something I get made fun of on the daily :')

So like Zen, I will say the same.

Watch out for those "fishermen" out there ;w;

- 류설♡

[likerealpeopledotw-blog]

Chapter 1 Isaac’s Homecoming Juliet Tsuki POV

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Juliet is ready to take on the first day of sophomore year with her best friend Emma McCall, she looks forward to picking up her long-time friend and crush, Issac lahey.

Beep. Beep. Beep. I reached under my pillows and dug around for my phone, turned it off, and proceeded to go back to sleep. Beep. Beep. Beep. "What the hell" i murmured into my pillow, I looked at my phone, it was Emma. I swipe to answer, "hello?" "Are you sleeping?"

"If I was sleeping, why would I answer the phone?"

"I know you're about to fall asleep, wake up bitch you can't miss the first day of school."

"I never do."

 I remember the very first day of elementary school. My mom had left me alone for a moment to go prepare breakfast while she left it up to me to put on the clothes she had picked out. I, of course took it upon myself to just climb right back into bed and proceeded to fall back to sleep. Then I felt something scratching at my nose. I opened my eyes and who stood before me was the one and only Emma. (But right tthen she was a stranger to me ) "what are you doing in my bedroom?" I asked

"You look like you're my age, you need to go to school with me."

"But I'm still getting ready."

"No you were falling asleep, I saved you."

"You saved me? Are you some kind of angel or something?"

"I like to think so." Emma climbed out of the window, which is in assuming how she got in (I live on the first floor) and I met her outside my front door. "What's your name?" I asked "Emma McCalł but people just call me Emma""Emma McCall, I'm juliet, let's be friends" Sophomore year. Another year in paradise. I hop out of bed, get ready and make my way over to Emma's house.  Checked my phone for any new messages, one from Issac. "Guess who comes back today..." I chuckled. Isaac and I met in detention in 5th grade. equally matched in goofiness, we've been really close since then. Him, Emma and I hang out a lot. We're really quite the trouble makers, honestly. His father, you see, shipped him off to the east coast for the summer to hang with his grandparents. They don't really have the best relationship.  Emma and I missed hanging out with him this summer, me in particular. But he comes back today. I respond, "don't worry u goof, i didn't forget about you. picking you up. LAX. 6 o clock."

"you're a lifesaver"

As I walk to Emma's house, I appreciate the day, 75*, slightly overcast, but the sun was still shining. It was great. I approach Emma's door and as I do I am bombarded with the one and only Melissa McCall, a legend. The definition of strong and powerful. "Bye kids!" She yells as she's making her way out the door, "hey Juliet, come on in Scott and Emma are still inside."

 "Thanks" I say as I pass her by.I go into the kitchen and grab an apple. Scott runs down the stairs looking scattered."Hey Scott, everything okay?" 

"What?" He says a little loudly "huh, yeah, Juliet everything is fine."

"Heading to school?"

"Where else?" He says playfully"When is Stiles going to give us a ride? I know there's three more seats in that Jeep."

"When he and Emma stop hating eachother, I guess" he says as he hops out the door. "come on Emma we're going to be late!" My phone beeps, another text from Issac? "What would I do without you" I laugh, and try not to blush pathetically before Emma sees me and starts giving me shit for it. I quickly type 

"well it's a good thing you'll never have to know lahey, or you'd be in deep shit"

Emma floats downstairs and looks stunning as always"First impressions are the only impressions that matter! I'm trying to date a soccer player this year" she exclaims "what about you, what the hell is that?" She asks me, horrified. "They're soccer pants? I woke up late?"

"Juliet!" She sighs "I guess you're fine because you already have Isaac."

 "I do not have Isaac" I say, mimicking her tone."Sure you do, I mean, he's in love with you, we're all just waiting till he can grow a pair and kiss you."

"Ouch? He's your friend too, you know"

"Exactly, which is why I'm trying to help him here. Tough love." We were making our way to class, it was a nice day outside. As we made our way into school we pass by Lydia Martin  and Jackson Stewart, the roman gods of Beacon Hills. As Emma and I make our way to Homeroom, she runs into a familiar face, literally. "Watch it, stillinski." She says and the lanky boy frantically picks up his papers "One day Emma, one day" Stiles says, in a mock threatening tone. I shyly waved to Scott in an apologetic manner and we part our separate ways.I keep a smirk on my face."What the hell is that." Emma says coldly "What?" I say innocently

"That, that there on your face."

"My smile?"

 "Yeah what the hell is that for?"

"Nothing," I say with a knowing tone."I mean, I know you like him"

"What!? I don't like stillinski, I've know him since I was born" 

"Oh, so coincidentally you've liked him since you were born, too." I look at my watch 7:05 we had about 5 minutes to get to class, "We should go," I say. Emma and I make our way to homeroom. Who comes in after us are none other that Scott and Stiles themselves. Stiles decides to sit right next to Emma. Scott and I exchange looks, perplexed. Emma looks at Stiles "Can I help you?"

"I think you like me."

Wow, first day of school and Emma is going to murder someone, great. "Wow Stiles, I knew you were an idiot, but your augmenting stupidity continues to pleasantly surprise me, every time." "Why else would you hate me, huh? I mean you and Scott are twins and Scott is my best friend so you and Scott have the same chemistry so you should like me too. But you don't. You bully me, I think it's a ploy to hide your true feelings. You obviously care about me, I know you know my first name. But you've never told anybody because you know how I feel about it. Why don't you call me it now, huh? With it, right now, call me." He says as he turns to face in the other direction.

"Look when I need pasty and lanky, then I'll call you."

She says. The bell rings and class starts. That was the end of that conversation and if anything, Stiles looked more confused. The rest of the day passed along with anything exciting happening till it came time to pick up Issac from the airport. The airport was hustling and bustling as I made my way to the exit terminal where Isaac should pop out. I look at my phone 6:15 pm He should be out by now. I watch all the passengers shuffle of the plane and I begin to worry. Where could he be? Could something have happened to him? What if he had an panic attack about being on the plane and nobody was there to help him? What if he never even made it onto the plane? If so why hasn't he called? Why- "Hey," I hear someone say from behind me "I'm sorry I can't really talk right now I'm looking for someone."

"Well I think you found him."

"Oh that's really classy man, picking someone up at the airport, give me a break." I scoff without turning around to look at this guy who was borderline harassing me. "Well Juliet, I honestly thought you'd be happy to see me." I turn around and stare, dumbfounded at the person in front of me. "Isaac? What happened to you?" I leap onto him in excitement and wrap him into a tight embrace. He sprouted up about a foot and a half and not to mention his voice got deep, I didn't even recognize it. "Grandmas cooking." He says, laughing into my shoulder. He practically enveloped me and I have to say, I didn't not enjoy it. We got in the car after grabbing some airport coffee and catching up. "Home?" I ask him. He sighs."Well we can hang out at my place for a little before you go." I say kindly, trying to soothe his nerves. Isaac was nervous about going home and seeing his dad. His dad was so scary and unpredictable. I'm pretty sure his dad also locks him in the basement sometimes, but I don't know. Isaac doesn't ever talk about his dad and he's never let me into his house. "no I should just go home." I nod my head, I could tell he was sad, and it made me sad, but I began to drive anyway.We pulled up to Isaac's house. We both got out of the car and I walked him up to the door. "Thanks for the ride, Juliet, I'll see you at school tomorrow, okay?" "You're not going to invite me in? I've never seen the inside of your house before." "It's not exciting you're not missing out on much, plus, I'm really tired I want to hit the hay" "Okay Isaac, I'll see you tomorrow." I reached out for another hug and he warmly accepted. As he was exiting the hug I clutched onto his arms to keep his face close to mine."Isaac," and I whisper, "You know if you ever need anybody, for anything... I mean.." 

"Yah, I know, I can always call you." He says and chuckles lightly. I watch him reluctantly go into his house, as I make my way back to my car I hear someone yelling and something shatter from inside his house. Fearfully, I run back up to the door but instead of knocking I peer through the window. I watch in terror as Mr. Lahey's fist flies up and makes contact with Isaacs eye. Isaac doesn't fight back. Instead he jut lays there. Not knowing any other way to stop this brutality, I knock on the front door. The yelling stops. Mr. Lahey opens the door

"Juliet! It's good to see you again.thanks for bringing Isaac home from the airport, things get really crazy around here for me. speaking of which did you forget something?" He asks with such a genuine tone I would almost believe him. 

"Yes, I just wanted to let Isaac know that we were lab partners for Chem."

"Ah, yes," by now Isaac had made it to the door and was standing shyly behind his dad, trying to avoid eye contact with me."See the information you cant receive when you miss the first day of school, son? I was just telling Isaac here that missing the first day of school, was a rather idiotic move on his part."

"With all do respect Mr. Lahey, you were the one that scheduled the flight back. You work for the school, you should've known what the first day of school was." Isaac finally looked up at me, shocked. Honestly, I was too. I'm never disrespectful to my elders, but I couldn't help it. I felt nothing but hatred for this man who was pounding on Isaac so cruelly. "That's all, goodnight." I say, as I spin around on my heels and practically run for my car. I felt like somehow I may have just made things a lot worse. I pull out my phone and dial 911 and speed away back to my house. Leaving Isaac and his dad to deal with the police.

posted on 2/6/2017 

if you want to read emma’s point of view, check our blog for “Emma’s Story” the timelines coincide with eachother.

Thanks!! xox Juliet

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