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ritzcrackee · 7 months ago

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may tbr post yayy

rereads are marked by a ☆, new reads are marked by a ♡, and new acquisitions are bolded

physical tbr: 15

more letters from a nut - ted l. nancy ♡

fahrenheit 451 - ray bradbury ♡

little (grrl) lost - charles de lint ♡

dracula - bram stoker ♡

dune - frank herbert ♡

dune messiah - frank herbert ♡

frankenstein - mary shelley ♡

juilet takes a breath - gabby rivera ♡

sense and sensibility - jane austen ♡

stories of people and civilization, greek ancient

origins - lindsay powell, j. k. jackson ♡

the silent stars go by - dan abbet ♡

touched by an angel - johnathan morris ♡

the handmaids tale - margaret atwood ✩

the testaments - margaret atwood ♡

aristotle and dante discover the secrets of the

universe - benjamin alire sáenz ✩

digital tbr: 4

pandora's jar: women in the greek myths - natalie haynes ♡

providence girls - morgan dante ♡

cemetery boys - aiden thomas ♡

if you could see the sun - ann liang ♡

an education in malice - s. t. gibson - 3.5/5

i have,,, conflicted feelings on this book. it was good, the action was interesting, the characters were complex, the vibes were impeccable, but,,,,, idkkk.... i can't even verbalize it but there was something about this that just made it a slog to get through.

i can't help myself from comparing it to a dowry of blood, which i feel had a much cleaner execution of very similar themes. dracula felt charasmatic, he felt gravitational, he felt like a person you would give up humanity for. de lafontaine felt,,,, like a mean professor. carmilla and laura constantly wax on about how brilliant and intoxicating she is, but i never felt that. s.t. gibson can write an obsessive, imbalanced, interesting relationship! they can write it very well! so i don't understand why this fell flat for me.

overall, i think this book was disjointed. it felt like a collection of vibey scenes and quotes to put on your instagram. (which, to be fair, the quotes are banger. and the vibes are so so vibes.) i liked it, but i don't know how long it'll stay on my shelf.

maneater - emily antoinette - 2.5/5

tbh i don't have much to say abt this 👍 it was an ok book 👍

hot button issue - catrina bell - 2.5/5

i liked seeing more of this world! the couple wasn't really my thing but thats more of a me issue (get it? no? ok) i do wish there was a little more roller derbying but overall this was cool.

wild is the witch - rachel griffin - dnf

cool concept but the writing style was too repetitive for my taste 👍

luxuria - colette rhodes - dnf

i didn't like this book whoopsies. i wanted to actually try fantasy romance instead dismissing the entire genre but ummm. yeah no i don't like fantasy romance. not my thing. paranormal besties please take me back ill never stray again 🙏

garron park - nordika night - 1/5

ok so. well. where do i even start with this book. extremely silly to, at 25 years of age, call someone your enemy. are you five? are you five years old? everyone certainly swears like a five year old. tiny baby writing tip: maybe keep the word fuck to, like, once a paragraph.

additionally, you can create tension without violence sometimes! if your main characters have confessed their undying love to each other, probably they can talk to eachother for four seconds! probably they don't need to punch eachother as much! probably, a change in their actions and words would show the audience how much their relationship has grown.

i also wasn't super into how many times the main characters brothers brought up how sexy they were? kind of a weird move. certainly not something i would choose to say about my own brother, nor my best friends brother! maybe thats just me though who knows

it was genuinely just edgy k-pop wattpad poverty-porn yaoi but? i did read 300 pages in one sitting so? points for that? you get 1 point for that.

rebel girls - elizabeth keenan - 2.5/5

second pro-choice book i've read this month so thats cool! guess we have a theme going. tbh i don't have much to say about this. the characters were interesting, if lacking in depth. the plot was fine, if lacking in depth. the messaging was good, if lacking in depth. i guess this book was overall, lacking in depth. i'm sure my local free little library will appreciate it. 👍

undergrounders - j. e. glass - 2.5/5

this is just the month of the perfectly average books huh? everybody's getting 2.5 stars skdisjdj.

anyways, i wanted to see if my issue with luxuria was actually its genre, or if it was the overwhelming hetero of it all. so i read a queer fantasy romance! with all of the tropes i like! and i still didn't enjoy it :(. i am glad that i tried this, but i can say with absolute certainty now that fantasy romance is not for me.

the main couple was sooooo cutes though and the side characters were sooooo cutes and the worldbuilding was v v v cool! if you like sapphic fantasy romance? absolutely reccomend this book!

the ballad of songbirds and snakes - suzanne collins - 3/5

girl this is why u reread books bcus i used to tell people that this was my favorite book ever. it is not. idk why i thought that.

ANYWAYS this was alright. i liked how easy the themes were to pick up on, the ambiguous ending, and listening to coriolanus justify his weird evil behavior. that was cool. i didn't like um lucy gray. not because she was bad, but because she felt like a non-character yk? i thought she had some pretty cool characterization in the beginning, especially surrounding her being a performer (being a parallel to coriolanus) but then she kind of fell off and just became a stock Trusting Girlfriend. which was meh. i'm excited to watch the movie, snow lands on top or whatever 👍

cultish: the language of fanaticism - amanda montell - 4/5

this was very cool to learn about and easy to digest 👍. not a full 5/5 because it was nonfiction so i wasn't obsessed with it, but definitely more engaging than most other nonfiction books I've read.

fox court - nora sakavic - 1/5

started reading this because i heard that it was like,,, bad but addictive? like full wattpad nonesense but u look up and you've finished the whole series in one sitting yk? it was,,, not that way for me. i thought it was boring, confusing, and the characters were sooo unlikable. ik this has a pretty big fandom on here please don't come for me sowwyy um. yeah

last months goal: finish a reread

WOO HOO i did it this time! gold star for me, best reader in the whole world. this was really easy, because i genuinely couldn't remember a single thing about a ballad of songbirds and snakes, so it felt like i was reading a brand new book. i also said that i wanted to carve away a more sizable chunk of my tbr this month, which i kind of did? i only read 3 physical books, but i got rid of almost an entire shelfs worth because my family was having a yard sale! so yk. vibes.

this months goal: ... finish dune

LOOK LOOOK STOP THROWING TOMATOES AT ME LOOK ok. last time this was a lofty goal filled with folly and big dreams and it was stupid. THIS TIME i literally only have 257 pages left. which is actually so reasonable. if i read 50 pages a night before bed that's only 5 days of reading. i can straight up do this one this time I PROMISE.

#monthly tbr #books #WOO HOO #i read a lot this month woagj.....#eurgh

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mdhwrites · 1 year ago

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Since you started Arcane I gotta ask. I think you mentioned about Powder not reacting accordingly to her family death from the bomb... on that scene she was sorry to Vi she messed up not that she killed their father basically. Vi reacted "normally" but Powder didn't show any remorse.

Do you think she became numb to "death" since she witnessed it from a young age with her parents on the bridge? Vi was a bit older so maybe she conceptualized it already. Since then it's clear they faced death many times around, Zaun is harsh environment/upbringing after all, what's horrible to us is average there. I think she may have became a sociopath from it. Vi as well to an extent but only to strangers, death of close ones will still affect her, Jinx cares if only Vi dies tho (well not just her. Actually I'd add more to that but it'll be spoilers until u finish so I'll wait)

So first: I won't be finishing Arcane. That sucks but at least until I can bury my own trauma from my brother, I just can't have that casting a shadow over it. It'll make it hard for me to enjoy any of it, let alone review it properly.

However, I actually want to rebuff this analysis of how Powder reacts and try and be a bit fairer myself. First: She does technically react to her father's death but she never apologizes. She instead acts like a small, frightened child. She starts shutting down, wanting to be assured things will be okay. That things are okay. It's a very classic response to this sort of trauma, not helped by the fact that, as someone else pointed out, Vi had taught her to react to things with violence but now violence was getting her in trouble.

That is the counterpoint though, isn't it? Milo says in the first episode that Vi was twice the person Powder was and I kind of have to wonder if that meant she actually, you know... Was a member of Zaun. Was a member of the violence and trouble. Even worse when you remember that while they're young, Powder still looks at least 5 during the battle at the bridge that claimed their parents. That KILLED their PARENTS. And she isn't breaking down or running from the scary man who just murdered an enforcer in that scene.

And the rest of the first three episodes are warring with itself over how to write Powder. Is she a ruthless child of Zaun, out for blood and to make a name for herself? The sort that would have absolutely godlike aim even at her age, at the point where she can far surpass others who are years older than her with ease? All while having a cold, expressionless face until she's done with her task? Or is she the innocent? The one who can only run and who seems damn near traumatized by the sight of just a street brawl happening in front of her? The noise fades out and echoes while things go into more slow mo like most media does to show something horrifying, which the street fight in episode 1 seems to supposed to be for Powder, but like... Is that REALLY the first street fight she's seen? Milo even says she needs to take a punch like she's literally never been hit, which does have the horror of Vi being the first person to hit her but this is the same person who made an explosive monkey filled with a material she knew could do some REAL damage to people and property.

It's still done well enough that Powder isn't awful. The pain of the last scenes of episode 3 are still mostly earned and I even admitted in my original review that I had to recognize that I had a problem due to personal elements. After all, characters can be multifaceted, have different sides to them, etc. like that... But that works a lot better for adults like Vander who have had the life experience to turn one side on and one side off. Even then, you still see a core of a person in there.

Meanwhile, Powder is fighting between the innocent little girl who's meant to die and her champion form, Jinx, and those parts to me are just a bit too incongruous. A little too at odds without a bit more smoothing out. It's SO close to being right though that I do want to cut it more slack than I originally did.

#Arcane #powder arcane #jinx

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gaydiation-poisoning · 2 years ago

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Revali from BoTW for the character opinion bingo!

Ohhhh you're gonna get me killed by the fandom for this one, that there is a character I have some BAGGAGE with

Okay here's my thing

I kinda despise Revali And it sucks because I really REALLY don't want to

Story time

I grew up playing Wind Waker, it was my first video game ever, and from that game the Rito were my favorite race, and they remained my favorite all these years. You probably wouldn't be able to find someone more hyped than me for the return of these beautiful birds.

So. April 2017. When I got my hands on BOTW I decided I'd save the Rito zone for last, I'd kept myself blind so I could go in and experience everything purely.

So imagine my surprise when I unlock the champion I'd been most excited for, the Rito, the champion of my favorite Zelda race from my earliest childhood memories.

And he was a complete fucking douchebag

At first I was like oh :( well okay maybe we'll be given some more information on him and it'll be better!! After all characters with huge egos can be extremely fun!!!

So I maintained hope that maybe the upcoming DLC would give us something

December 2017

We got something!! A teeny tiny fragment that suggested maybe Revali's ego was just a coverup for a deeply troubled bird, it was hardly anything at all but it was something.

But then his journal made him like 10 times worse in such a way that the DLC honestly didn't do much but make him more insufferable

So I was deeply saddened, they'd given us something but simultaneously made him more unlikeable. I thought that would be the end of it. But then!! Hyrule Warriors Age of Calamity was announced. And I was THRILLED. FINALLY. we were going to get AN ENTIRE game alongside the champions, I was gonna get more content for Best Girl Mipha, and FINALLY AN ENTIRE GAME'S WORTH OF CHANCES TO GIVE REVALI SOME CHARACTERIZATION. YES!!!!

November 2020. AOC comes out. Holy. Fucking. Shit. Revali what did they do to you? To my shock he'd graduated from a little unlikeable to downright unpleasant to watch. Even my best friend, a diehard Revali fan through and through, could not STAND what they'd done with him. We got a whole game with this guy and they basically spent the whole thing trashing this guy's character. He was arrogant to the point of annoying, horribly rude to characters who had done nothing to earn it, and overall was just kinda a ballache. And not even in the 'fun annoying character' way.

But hey!! AOC was getting DLC as well!!! That is meant to flesh out the characters more!!! We'll definitely get something there!!

October 2021. Guardian of Remembrance comes out. Yeah this DLC gave us fuck all really. That goes for all the champions, but I think Revali suffered pretty bad in this regard. Some of the scenes with Tulin were cute but they didn't do much in terms of Revali's character.

And....that's where we are now. Tears of the Kingdom is on the horizon, and I highly doubt we're gonna get much on the Champions in this game but...well I've maintained hope for six years already, why stop now?

So yeah my feelings on Revali are...complicated to say the least. There's so much I love about him, his design is probably my favorite of the Champions (next to Mipha), he easily has like...the best voice in the whole fucking game, and the character POTENTIAL is absolutely incredible. But all in all it feels like they've done nothing with that potential, for what is supposed to be the most Character driven era of Zelda to date, it truly feels like they've let his character stagnate, if not actively regress in a way that I REALLY do not vibe with.

I can see what people can love about him, god knows I've done more when provided with less in a character. It's not the ego that gets me, I love cocky characters, ffs my favorite BOTW character is Master Kohga for crying out loud, and that man has a damn near god complex. (Kohga, incidentally, has LEGITIMATELY EXPERIENCED MORE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT THAN REVALI. WHAT.)

Like I'm not saying I want his character to do a full 180, just a couple more scenes like what we got in Champion's Ballad, just a couple more cracks in the facade would have done wonders. But instead they just kept him rather one note. Feels bad man.

Ultimately it feels like they're just going in circles with this character, arguably the Champion with the most potential to be interesting and they're doing fuck all with it. I can see why people love him, but idk, I've dealt with a few people irl with egos like that and that's probably not helped.

Idk, I guess this character managed to regress perfectly into a niche I cannot stand, and it sucks because it feels like such a personal loss to me.

I guess to put it very shortly

Revali is a bully. And I'll take a full blown villain over a bully any day.

#OKAY WOW #that was a rant #i could probably write more but like holy fuck #yeah #sorry revali enjoyers #botw zelda #botw #revali botw #revali

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embervoices · 2 years ago

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Questions for Fic Writers

from @clumsyclifford

(Note: All my fics are accessible to AO3 members only, sorry!)

What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?) Probably CHEESE! or Initial Summoning for Dragon Age and Good Omens, respectively.

Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits? Unsurprisingly: Self-Insert (12), Humor (10), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence (10), Fluff (8), There's also: Modern Girl in Thedas (12) but that's because 11 of them are from one series. I'm bemused that "Silly" only has 4 entries. It really should probably apply to almost all of them. To be honest, I think I'm spotty at best at tagging.

What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics? Religious themes, especially polytheism and spirit work. Unapologetic self-insert. Silly humor.

What detail in your fic are you really proud of? I'll have to think about it. I'm often surprised what lands well despite my thinking it would be horrible… The two things that come immediately to mind I don't think I've shared yet. First is that I experimented with writing the same paragraph of Solas' thoughts, first in prose, then Iambic Pentameter, and to scan with Leonard Cohen's Halleluia. That was because people were conflating the ballad meter of Halleluia with "Iambic Pentameter" because they noticed the Iambic part. But I just thought it was really pretty. I haven't had any reason to share it, though. Maybe on Tumblr now I'm back, I dunno. Second is in a self-indulgent fic I was writing with my co-writer Cowoline. If we ever get around to posting any of it remains to be seen, but there's one scene where one character is reading to another character some terrible purple prose, translating out of Orlesian on the fly. To get that text, I took some of my own romance scene writing from an earlier story and shoved it through at least French, and then back to English via Google Translate. The results were indeed appropriately terrible.

What do you wish someone would ask you about your fics? Answer it now! Nothing comes to mind. I am not sure I'm reticent enough for this to be a big problem. LOL

What’s one fact about the universe of The Canticle of Dreams that you didn’t get a chance to mention in the fic itself? EmberQuizzy isn't actually human. Her soul/spirit is made of Vanic material, not human material. She only appears human because it's what she expected to look like. Thus it's quite possible her and Solas' children will indeed have pointed ears.

Any worldbuilding you’re particularly proud of? Mostly whenever it catches me by surprise that some arbitrary decision early on actually clicks perfectly info place later.

What song would make a great fic (to either write or read)? I have a whole series of images in my head for making a Good Omens comic out of Ghost by the Indigo Girls, but I don't have the artistic chops, nor the patience to do it myself, and it's too much to commission another artist to do. So it'll have to wait until/unless I can find someone who will do it as a collaboration rather than a commission, which seems… unlikely, and possibly unfair. Mind you, if I had the spare money lying around, there are several GO Fan artists I'd commission to do it in a heartbeat!

How do you find new fic to read? Mostly, by filtering AO3 searches. Occasionally one or another fan group I'm in will post a rec that gets my attention, or a friend will ask me to read their thing.

How do you decide what to write? It attacks me in my sleep!

#interview #fic writers #questions for fic writers #part 1 #YOUR TURN

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i-dropped-the-chief · 2 years ago

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For the writer ask-meme if you're interested!! 👀

(2) What are your top 3-5 most used tags in your stories? (or fav sorts of tags in general that you like seeing!)

(3) What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?

(7) Any worldbuilding you’re particularly proud of? (I love the werewolves in Maybe I will Live to Love & the mention of Christopher on the golf course lol)

(25) What other websites or resources do you use most often when you write?

(49.) Are you up to share anything you're currently working on? 👀✨

and 47 because it's ridiculous 🤭👠

Ehehehe thanks for the ask! You're just too sweet 💖💖💖

My top 3 tags are: 1.) Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence 2.) Blood and Gore 3.) Happy Ending Which are very indicative of my writing style. I love canon divergence! I love scenes with a lot of blood, characters spilling a lot of blood, and characters covered in a lot of blood!! And most of all, I write fics to give people a happy ending!! I gotta give myself and the readers what canon won't! 😂 I love me a good "modern girl in..." trope, and a couple of the fics I'm working on are a "reincarnated into..." trope, so that's definitely a thing in my writing. If you can't find stuff that hits the spot, you gotta write it yourself!! But another recurring detail I have is the ocean motif; I love everything the ocean can represent in life (even though I don't live anywhere remotely close to the ocean, but you love it when you see it!), so it shows up quite a bit in my fics to represent life and death, letting go, the unknown, chaos and calm, all that good stuff. I love all the worldbuilding I've done in my Umbrella Academy fics, and I can't wait to work a bit more into the expansion with the one currently in progress. (Which I will get back to, I swear lol I just have a really bad habit of bouncing from one interest in a fic to another). I also love some of the worldbuilding I've done in my Hobbit/LotR fics, a lot of which is going to show up and come to fruition in Resistencia. I use a lot of fandom wikis for my research because as much as I say I don't care a whole lot about canon stuff, I always wind up looking over allllll the details to make things specific. Right now with my returning interest/motivation for my LotR fic, I've also basically had the Interactive Map of Middle-earth open at all times. My Hobbit/LotR fixation has hit back with a vengeance. I'm working on an angsty/romantic Valeria x Bilbo fic if Fili, Kili, and Thorin hadn't survived the Battle of the Five Armies. Because even though they're my fave brotp I've ever written, they'd make a good couple, damnit! I want to finish the fic before I publish it, so I'm not sure when it'll pop up, but it's happening! Aaaaaand I'm also working on a reincarnation into Middle-earth fic that I'm super fucking excited about bc it has a twist to it that reallllly hits a self-indulgent (but still fucking cool) spot of mine that I've had ruminating in my brain for years now. My Hobbit/LotR series is a pair of trusted running shoes, my definitely maybe series is a pair of deceptively sturdy high heels, my Dragon Age fic is a pair of knee-high boots with a hidden little knife inside, and my BNHA series is just bare feet bc that shit is always running wild in my mind.

Thank you for asking!!! ✨✨✨✨

#ask #i went teehee 🤭 when i saw this in my inbox

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hav-vok · 1 year ago

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cross posting from the wrong blog.

Oct 5

I'm not okay with my body image right now because I have to pack for Disney and the weather is warmer than I expected so I can't just hide in a big hoodie and I wanted to look cute but I just don't think I'll look cute or nice or anything other than a big fat blob of awful and I really don't want to ruin this with a fucking breakdown about how fat I am and how none of my clothes fit.

and the worst thing is I have no one but S to talk to this about. I have no girl friends I can't just pop up and say I feel like crap hype me up and help me find something fun to wear. I've never understood those scenes in coming of age films where the girls are all sat around in one room trying on each others clothes and doing each others hair. I never got that. I've never had anyone like that. I've never had a best friend that way. I've never even had a friend that way. not for 15 years.

half my life. half my fucking life I've not had friends to confind it and talk about this with and work through the trauma of societies expectations with. half my life. the half where it's mattered. no one cares as a kid. a little kid. but man as soon as you're aware of what this fucking world has its eyes on and what it deems is good and right and everything is it banishes as wrongs it's just traumatic trying to do anything else with that .

and now somehow I'm meant to have dinnerrmmmmmmsurbdn

I broke and nearly threw my phone so I dropped it and punched my leg lots instead.

I'm great. I'm good. I'm doing absolutely fine. about to go on the holiday of a lifetime apparently. what a delight.

Oct 6?

I keep opening and closing social media. like someone opening the fridge again to see if new food has magically appeared.

I realised that when I say friend, in most cases I think I should say acquaintance. because they're not friends. we were tied by a common place and most of our conversation rotated around that common place. maybe all I get are acquaintances. and I need to be okay with that level of relationship somehow.

Oct 8

so today I get on a plane for the first time ever and no matter how much I try I can't freak myself out about it which is good I guess. everything will be fine and it'll be so much fun and such a delight ✨

I'm sat in an airport waiting for a plane to arrive. it's ten minutes late which is wild but hey ho.

security was stressful and wild but nevermind I got through with only one misshap which for my first time isn't too bad.

getting random pain in my left toes though and knees hurt occasionally, and a slight headache which I blame on stress and stimulation.

Oct 12

so we'll Disney was a big ball of surreal crazy

idk why but mornings were not good for me. next time we go away like that I need to prepare for mornings better.

yesterday I felt quite bad, waves of sickness if I stood for too long, sharp pains in my stomach and guts. felt better if I sat for a while. didn't feel good enough to eat so I had a small yogurt, a few mouthfuls of lunch (cauliflower and pork mostly) and an apple when I got home. not lots of water either but I just didn't feel good. also got to experience a wheelchair for the first time ever, useful but not hugely.

feel a little icky today still but I'll try and eat nice plain foods here and see how it goes. Sam is out to work all afternoon so if I end up sitting in the bathroom then that's what happenes.

Oct 15

bs: weak+tingly hands, sore feet, achy hip R, little snotty, sleepy, weepy eyes, sore L shoulder

ms: flat, concerned about money this month

went to bed about 11ish last night, don't remember taking the hoodie off, don't remember S coming to bed, woke up a couple times during the night, once where the roof of my mouth was intensely itchy so I had some CBD , went back to sleep till S alarm at 8.40. 9.5 hours ish maybe ? obviously still tired from travel and Disney. but back at work today.

Oct 16

bs: mild cramps, can't tell if ovaries or intestines. L hand bad pins and needles during night, especially 3rd finger. sleepy

I was very snotty yesterday, and a bit coughy and had several long sneezing fits. I took some meds and went to work and it seemed to clear up. wondering if there's some dust or mould or something that affects me in my studio room. but it's so small and compact I don't really know how to go about changing that, since I have so much stuff. and things in this house get mouldy even in the warmer months let alone over winter when it's damp. oh to have central heating.

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nightcall99 · 1 year ago

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Dreams from 1.7.23

Dream 1: I am looking at the most recent messages on the TG group chat. People are posting pictures of themselves and chatting. There is a girl who posts two pictures of herself, one where you can see the flash of the camera really bright, as if it was taken in front of the mirror. And another where it's a normal picture taken by somebody else. In both photos, she is posing with a group of her friends. The girl has brown hair and brown eyes and I comment that I love her hairstyle in one of them, especially the tight curls in her fringe. She is very pretty. I think these are photos of her from when she was younger like in the early 2000's since the styling is indicative of that era. L posts a photo of himself too, with his friends. I am trying to figure out which one he is because they all look the same but then I figure it out by honing in on his energy. Except when I stare at the photo it turns into a video and I can see into the scene or memory of when this photo took place. He is mucking about with his friends, maybe drunk, and they are all joking around, carrying him to the sofa. I can see into his apartment, particularly the kitchen and living area where this is all happening and I realise that I had always imagined his apartment to look like this. As though I'd seen it before from the recesses of my mind. I continue scrolling and I see that people are wishing A a happy birthday so I scroll back to find the original message where she posted a picture about her birthday and hearted it. It's a good time, everyone is connecting in a high vibing way

2: I am on the run. I am with a male who is around my age. We are hiding out in the basement of a house and are setting up our things to sleep on the floor. We don't talk much. We lay inches from each other in the night, not touching at all. But there is a potent energy between us and it is more intimate than anything physical could ever hope to be. These highly charged, tender moments are being shared just through being next to each other in silence. It's definitely romantic. But there is this feeling like we are not really together though, we are holding back. The feelings are there but we’re on the run and neither of us can really think about that right now. We're not in the right headspace to open that can of worms. But it’s there. It's love, but it’s inhibited. And I get the feeling we have silently agreed that this is how things are to be. When we wake up in the morning, we can see from the window of the basement (that is up near the ceiling), that there are some people approaching the house. We know it’s time to go, we have to be on the move again.

3. I'm inside of a building or house of some kind and there are people out to get me and I'm hiding. I don't want to be found. This place is like a maze. I find myself in one of the back rooms that turns into a kind of tunnel and I keep going further and further back into it, until I see a small wooden door with a lock. I lock it behind me and I lie down right behind it, making myself as small as possible. I can hear two people approaching who are looking for me, one of them (a male) is trying to shake the door open as hard as they can and the other person (a female), somehow stands up at full length (even though we're in a narrow tunnel) and looks down at me from over the door. They yell out to the other person that they can see me. So I run further away into the house, deeper into it. I really don't want them to catch me. I then find myself in another tunnel where I am sure they will not be able to find me if I wait it out. But I am thinking about how I will have to stay here for a really long time with no food or water or light or space but even so, I am thinking how it'll be fine, I've done this before and I can endure it. The house is seemingly endless and I have managed to escape into another room and now I am hiding in behind some thick, blue decorative curtains, like from a stage. I wonder if this is a theatre room. I can see the male approaching and I get up to flee. He and I are running in circles around a banister. At first he doesn't see me because I am timing my turns around the corner very carefully but then he does and he is chasing me now. This kind of thing goes on for awhile and I feel a lot of fear and trepidation.

Then I stop and decide to exit the building. No one is actually after me. It was just a game. I see there are children in the foyer, playing with toys and I think about how these toys must come to life just like in the Toy Story movies. I look at one of the little girls and I get the knowing that there are toys that are from this place we are in, and also ones she has brought from home. She plays with the toys all together. There are sliding doors which I leave through and just outside, there is a little pond, propped up in a concrete cylinder base. There is the most beautiful flower I have ever seen growing in the pond and surrounding this flower are lotus blossoms and their green pad-like leaves. The feature flower is massive, taking up most of the pond space and floating on its side in the water. The light pink, velvety petals are stacked in layers so exquisitely and delicately, almost like a rose. And I don't think the flower is even fully bloomed yet. But at the same time, it is. It's perfect. It is so incredibly gorgeous and I can't stop looking at it. It's like there is a special light or vibration that is radiating from the flower. I take a picture of the pond with my phone.

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invisiblygay · 2 years ago

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One last reason as to why I love first kill.

When I was younger I loved the science fiction, supernatural, fantasy genre. Who wouldn't? Escaping to worlds where so much more is possible, escaping to a place where lots of things from our world don't exist. Not the same way at least.

Yet I would read these books and I couldn't connect with the mc and their love interest because it was always a mlw relationship. More times than not I took notes on how the m was acting and how the w reacted to it. How gay of me.

With age and school I had to distance myself from books and I ended up missing it a lot- saved money, sure, but those worlds were so special.

Then c*vid happened and I had more time on my hands and I picked up reading again! I fell in love with the scenes being painted across my imagination. But... again, I wasn't connecting, not the way my now very out self wanted to connect to them. I even picked up a gay werewolf book! Sure it wasn't wlw but gay AND werewolf? Why not?!

And well... I remembered a lot of gay books are weirdly fetishized. And I got angry.

Which leads me to the part that connects to First Kill. Because you see, I wrote a book. Its nothing grand, I've only finished the first draft, and if it gets published, it'll be a self publish.

But First Kill? It reflects everything in my book. There's a lesbian lead who falls for, not a hunter, but a girl! Both first kill and my book have creatures and urban myths that are a lie. There are lots of differences, but at the end of the day both stories are LGBTQ+ media that is drowning in supernatural content.

I love first kill because I wrote my book to have media I'd never seen before! And first kill literally HANDED me said media on a plate and said "dinner is served".

I feel like it's a silly reason to love a show so much, but it's one of my reasons. I love it because it gave me content I craved to see so badly I wrote a book about it. I love it because the little girl who thought she was messed up for liking girls is now in her 20s and seeing lesbian media normalized.

AND YOU KNOW WHAT?! imma say it.

I love first kill because when Imani and Sarah Catherine kiss, its so believable that if I had had that type of representation when I was younger, I wouldn't have doubted my ability to find love.

Anyway, first kill might be cringe but its everything I've ever wanted in a show. If it gets canceled I might simply wither away.

#first kill #calliette #calliope burns #calliope and juliette #first kill netflix #juliette fairmont #when i say first kill means a lot to me #i mean it #like i literally cried over the idea of it being canceled #i cried because if a tv show with over 30M views can get canceled then what hope is there for me?#some uni kid who just wants some representation?#wants to show reprentation?#if first kill gets canceled then all future media like first kill will have people saying #first kill crawled so xxx could walk and you could run!#but i dont fucking want that!#i want first kill to SPRINT right off the bat and keep going until theres nothing left for it to give #and maybe a little longer cause I'm selfish #i dont want first kill to have to crawl for other media cause thats so dumb that we have to fight this hard #please for the love of god netflix #give us a s2 renewal or else i will literally have an identity crisis #i will literally spiral #or gay spiral #as ben wheeler might say

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bteezxyewriter12 · 3 years ago

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Mr. Park~ Graduation

Pairing- Seonghwa x Named Reader

Word Count- 3.4k

Includes- Dilf Seonghwa, Age Gap Relationship- Everyone is consenting adults, Oral, pussy eating, squirting, cum eating, Floor sex, missionary, Table sex from behind, Counter Sex

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"We're here", I text Joanne, looking for her in the gym where the graduates are gathering

"Yeah well we're late. My mom took forever to get ready. We're parking"

"Ok", I text

"Great. Joanne is late", Yoonah rolls her eyes, "She's always late"

She's actually not. Whenever she comes over she's always on time

"Well she'll get here when she gets here", I say

"Mom's not here either", she grumbles

"Well that's on you. You were supposed to tell her about the time and date for graduation"

"I did"

I shrug. I don't know what she wants me to do. I don't speak to Yumi much. Yoonah goes on the phone and my mind just drifts to Joanne

Last weekend was the best. Making love to her blew my fucking mind. That is something I have never done. I never made love to anyone. And I'm so happy that it was with her

The entire weekend was amazing just spending all that time together. We ate all the food, watched the rest of the Jurassic Park series and made love

All the time. I just can't get enough. Can't get enough of her, enough of how she feels, enough of her kisses, hearing her say she loves me. All of it, the whole experience I just want to feel it again and again. Feeling her love for me is amazing and I'm addicted. I want to feel it again and again

Ten minutes later, I hear Yoonah say, "Finally"

I follow her gaze and swallow hard. My girlfriend is so hot. And apparently all the high school guys think so too. They're all looking at her as she walks into the gym. Some are drooling. I would be too but I'm controlling myself. She spots me and smiles, coming over to us

"Jesus Joanne. That dress is amazing", Yoonah says as she gets to us

"Oh uh thanks", she says blushing

"Fits your huge boobs"

My eyes widen but I keep quiet

"Oh uh yeah", she says awkwardly

Then she looks at me, "Hi Mr. Park"

"Hi", I answer

'Keep you eyes on her face, eyes on her face', I remind myself

It'll be so bad if Yoonah or hell anyone here catch me looking at her boobs. Her huge boobs that look so good in the dress and I want to just suck on....STOP IT

"Dad?", Yoonah whines

"Huh? Yeah?", I answer, snapping out of it

"We're gonna go out in five minutes. You have to leave. Mom just texted me and said she's coming. She'll meet you at the seats"

Great. She better not cause a scene or be fucking annoying

"Yeah sure", I answer, nodding

"So go! All the girls are looking at you and you need to go before they start coming up to me"

I look at her confused while Joanne just smirks. When Yoonah turns, Joanne texts me

"Dilf"

I look at her, frowning

"Dad!"

"Yeah I'm going Yoonah. Relax"

"Bye Mr. Park", Joanne says and I just want to take her right now

Instead I nod and force myself to leave the gym. Leave my girlfriend to be oogled by teenagers. I'm not happy about it but I won't be jealous. I know she loves me. Putting my sunglasses on when I get outside, I get the ticket Yoonah gave me and try to find my seat

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"There she is Seonghwa!", Yumi says, bumping my arm

"I see her", I say, gritting my teeth, holding out my phone. I'm taking video and if she bumps my arm again, I'm going to scream. I haven't seen Yumi in so long that I almost didn't recognize her. We didn't talk much since she sat down, just "Hi, how are you?" and other small talk

After Yoonah sits down, I look back at the graduates walking in to see if I can find Joanne. I might of missed her

I watch the line like a hawk and she comes out of the door in the next second. I hold up my phone and video her walking to her seat too

"What are you doing?", Yumi asks me. Fuck

"Recording Yumi's friends too. Maybe she wants to have a video of her friends". I hope she buys it

"Huh, good idea. I'm sure she'll love that", Yumi says and I breath in relief

When all the graduates walk in, everyone sits down and the ceremony begins. And boy was Joanne right. This is so boring. But she's texting me the entire time

"So fucking bored"

"Yeah jagi. You were right"

"I woke up for this shit? I rather be asleep"

"Aww baby. You can sleep tonight all you want"

"Yeah right. I'm going to be fucking you all night"

I smirk, getting excited. I can't wait for tonight either. When I told her that Yoonah was going with her mom tonight, then leaving for a vacation tomorrow night and she wouldn't be home, Joanne said she will definitely be staying over tonight. And I jumped at the chance to be with my baby

"I can't wait jagi"

"Seonghwa are you paying attention? They're going to call Yoonah soon"

Shit. I wasn't paying attention. I get my phone onto video and start recording

"Park, Yoonah"

Everyone claps and I watch my baby girl walk to the stage, get her diploma and walk off. I'm so happy for herm She's all grown up. When she sits down, I turn the camera off for now. When the get to the R's, I hold up my phone again

"What are you doing?", Yumi asks

God she needs to shut up, "Yoonah's best friend is coming up", I say

"Who?"

Jesus, she doesn't know who Yoonah's best friend is? What the hell does she talk to her about?

"Joanne"

"Oh yeah I think Yoonah might have mentioned her"

I just roll my eyes

"Riley, Joanne", I hear and my eyes are used to the screen watching my jagi. My god she's so beautiful, even in that ridiculous cap and gown..After she sits, I close my phone and wait for this to be over

They do this whole thing where the graduates stand and move the tassel on their hats, then it's finally over

I immediately get up and walk to the side of the building. I need to walk. That was like two hours of sitting. Even at work, I get up to move my legs

"Dad!"

I look to see Yoonah and Joanne coming towards me

"Congratulations", I say to both of them smiling

"Thanks", Yoonah smiles too

"Thank you Mr. Park", Joanne says, smiling slyly. She's such a bad girl. She knows what calling me Mr. Park does to me and she's saying it over and over just to rile me up. And it's working

"Yoonah congratulations!", I hear Yumi say, engulfing Yoonah in a hug

"Thanks mom"

"Who is this?", Yumi asks, looking at Joanne. And I can see Yumi sizing her up, glancing up and down her body. She's probably jealous because Joanne looks so hot in that fucking dress. She definitely doesn't look like a high school student

"This is Joanne, mom. My best friend"

"Oh yes, hello. Yoonah's mentioned you a few times". She's such a liar. She didn't know who Joanne was until I told her

"Hi Mrs...uh..."

"Lim"

Joanne nods, "Mrs. Lim"

"Did you're parents come?", Yumi asks

"Oh yeah. They're here somewhere"

As if on cue, I hear her name being called. She looks for them and waves at someone in the crowd, "Here dad!"

For the first time I see her parents as they walk towards us. A shorter woman with long black hair and dark eyes, European looking and a tall man with red hair and blue eyes. Joanne's face looks like a mix between the two of them. I wonder if her natural hair color is red like her dad's

Her mom says something in another language, hugging her tightly

"Thanks mom"

"Hello Yoonah. Congratulations!", her mom says in heavily accented Korean and Yoonah hugs her too

"Thank you Mrs. Riley"

"Congrats Yoonah", her dad says in perfect Korean

"Thanks Mr. R"

Joanne's mom switches to German, I think and talks to her. Joanne nods and turns to us, "This is Yoonah's dad and mom", she says in Korean, "Mr. Park and Mrs. Lim"

Her mom looks at us and smiles, "Hello"

"Hi!", both Yumi and I say

Her dad says hello and shakes my hand. This is so weird. I'm meeting my girlfriend's parents but they don't know she's my girlfriend

"Sorry my mom doesn't speak Korean really well. Just enough to have a conversation"

Right, I remember saying that she speaks to Joanne in German. Her mom says something else to her making Joanne nod

"So uh we have to go. They're taking me out to eat now and then my mom made a cake for me at home. I'll call you later?"

Yoonah nods but I know she's talking to me. I give her one nod of my head

"Ok. Bye guys"

She and her parents wave, we wave back and I watch her leave. 'Tonight', I tell myself, 'You'll see her tonight'

"Dad I'm hungry", Yoonah whines

"Uh ok. Where do you wanna go?"

"Wherever. I want food"

She turns to Yumi, "You're coming too right mom?"

Yumi looks at me and I just shrug

I don't care. As long as she doesn't start shit I'm good

"Yeah ok. Then we can stop at your father's house for your suitcase. You did pack right?"

"Duh of course"

"Alright then. Let's go"

They start talking and walking away and I just sigh, following them

It's gonna be a long day

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I hear the door to my house open and I get up immediately, pulling her inside, kissing her

I missed her so much. I always miss her whenever I'm away from her. The door closes, her hands already pulling my shirt up. She changed into booty shorts and a white crop top that ties in the front

Grabbing one of the pieces on her shirt, I pull it and it unties, opening, her boobs falling out

"Fuck jagi", I whisper, peeling it off her body

She doesn't answer, just pulls my pants and boxers down. The next thing I know, she's on her knees and my cock is buried in her throat

"Jo, oh god"

Her head moves back and forth, sliding me in and out, pleasure lighting up every nerve. Her mouth sucks fast and hard, swallowing on my length over and over

Burying my hands in her hair, I move her back and forth faster, thrusting in her throat at the same time. She lets me do what I want and it feels amazing. Fucking her throat harder, I hear her choke and it turns me on, fueling me to go harder

"I'm gonna cum", I yell, explosive pleasure hitting me. Shooting cum down her throat, she swallows over and over

"Baby oh god. Fuck". When I finish, I pull out and immediately drop on my knees, pushing her back on the carpet. Getting the rest of her clothes off, I spread her legs, mouth on her clit and suck

"FUCK!", she cries, her voice hoarse

I wince, wondering if I went to hard on her throat this time. But with her pussy juice flooding my mouth, I can't pull away. Switching it up, I flatten my tongue on her cunt and lick up

"Hwa", she shivers

Licking her a few times, I suck her clit back into my mouth, playing while I slip two fingers inside her. Her thighs shake, her cunt flooding more

"Oh god", she moans

"Mmm my pussy tastes so fucking good"

Her breathing gets labored and I shove another finger in her, moving them fast and right into her spot

"Gonna squirt for me?"

"I...I..."

"Be a good girl for me jagi. Squirt in my mouth so I can swallow it. It tastes so good"

Her body arches as she screams my name, squirting around my fingers. Fucking yes. Moving my fingers out, I keep licking her, mouth on her pussy as she squirts. Swallowing, I moan from how good she tastes

After she stops, I move on top of her, thrusting my cock inside her

"Oh fuck", she cries, her body arching into me as I move fast and hard right away. Getting on my knees, I grab her hips, lifting her up, moving her down my length while I thrust in, her hips slamming into mine over and over

Her hands grip my wrist hard, screaming for me to fuck her harder. Slamming her spot over and over, I demand, "Cum on my cock baby. Now". Right now!"

Pulling her down again, she shouts, coming and shaking so hard

"Seonghwa, fuck Seonghwa"

"Ffff....fuck.", I moan, in so much pleasure, "Wanna fill you with cum. Can I?"

"Yes, yes baby. Please", she pleads

Slamming her cunt again, I hold her on me while I shout, coming again. I can't fucking breath, my lungs not taking in enough oxygen. I'm so fucking hot, sweat pouring down my body

Pulling out, I look down, watching my cum gush from her cunt. Her chest heaves as she breathes, her body glistening in sweat. She's so fucking stunning. Sometimes I can't believe how absolutely perfect she is

"Hwa", she croaks. Moving closer to her, I help her sit up

"You ok jagi?"

She nods, "Can I have some water?"

Fuck, her voice is really hoarse. "Yeah aegi. I..I'm sorry I hurt you"

She shakes her head, "You didn't. I liked it. It wasn't too hard. I can take it."

Running my fingers in her hair, I don't say anything . She never says I hurt her. But I wonder if it's true or if she's just saying it so I don't get mad

I feel her take my hand, "I'm serious Hwa. I can take it. It doesn't hurt. I just need some water and I'll be ok. Promise"

I nod, kiss her then help her stand up. Holding my hand we go to the kitchen.

Opening the fridge, I get a bottled water and hand it to her. She drinks some then offers it to me. I'm kinda thirsty so I take a sip before handing back to her

"So what did you do after graduation?", she asks

"Well after Yoonah heard you say you were going out with your parents to eat, she started whining about being hungry. So we went out to eat"

"Just her and you?"

"No. Yumi came too"

"Oh. How was that?", she asks

"Terrible", I admit

It was. Her and Yoonah just kept on talking about the trip their going on tomorrow night, no including me at all. They're going to Paris for two weeks and they keep yapping about what they're going to do there, where they're going to shop, what sights they're going to see. While I just sat there bored out of my mind

"Really?"

I nod, "They ignored me and talked about their trip. I just kept day dreaming about you"

That's true too. While they were talking, I thought of her. And I couldn't find wait for tonight

"I'm sorry baby", she says

I just shrug, "Doesn't matter. I get to be with you for the weekend"

She smiles nodding, "Yeah. I'm happy about that too"

Putting the water down on the table, she stands in front of me, her arms moving around my neck and pulling me down for a kiss

I go immediately, kissing her soft perfect lips, wrapping my arms around her waist. Her tongue slips in my mouth, body presses against min. Moving my hands to her ass, I squeeze over and over. I just love how it feels in my hands, how it bounces when I slap it and it's getting me hard again

I don't know what goes on with my body when she's around. I'm always ready to go and I'm not fucking complaining

Our kisses get heated, hands touching everywhere until I can't take it anymore. Pulling away, I turn her around, bending her over the table. She spreads her legs for me, her cunt dripping

"Fuck baby's so wet already", I tease her

"Shush Seonghwa and get your cock in me now", she demands. I don't waste anytime, burying me cock so deep inside her. "Yes. Fuck. Move baby. Fuck me", she begs

Gripping her hips, I slam her from behind, angling my cock to slam her spot. She yelps at every stroke, her pussy squeezing and clenching me over and over

"Pussy feels so good", I moan, in so much pleasure, "My fucking tight pussy always so good for me"

"Jjj...just for you baby"

"That's fucking right. Just mine"

"Yours. Only yours"

Possessiveness takes over as I fuck into her, the table squeaking with every hard thrust

Her cunt throbs hard, feeling so good

"Gonna cum so soon jagi?"

"Yes...I can't...your cock...so fucking good", she whines

"Good girl"

Pounding her, she yells my name, squirting again

"Yes baby", I yell, watching her gush around my cock.. God it's so fucking hot. "Again jagi. Squirt on my cock again."

She whines as I pound into her mercilessly

"Make a big mess all over baby. All over the floor", I order, making sure I fuck her spot. Her legs shake and when she screams again, she floods my cock with more squirt. Its so much, all over me and the floor

So hot

Lifting one of her legs, I push it on the table, thrusting as hard as I can. She's still spilling liquid everywhere but I don't stop. I love feeling her throbbing and if I let it, I can cum from just that

"Seonghwa!", she cries, "I'm coming. Fuck I'm coming"

"Yes baby. Cum again for me."

"Oh fuck", she screams, her body stiffening, pussy going crazy on my length

"Good girl. Such a fucking good girl", I praise her

After, I pull out and turn her around

Picking her up, I move putting her on a counter. Ripping her legs open, I plunge back inside her

"Yes Hwa. Fuck baby", she moans, her arms flying around my neck. Squeezing her boob, I lift it up and attach my mouth to her nipple, biting and tugging her ring

"Fuck yes Hwa"

Her hands bury in my hair, pulling hard while she whimpers. Her cunt has an iron grip on my cock, making it so pleasurable to push through the extra tightness

"Feel so good", I groan against her nipple

She pulls my head up, away from her nipple, her mouth smashing against mine, kissing me wildly. Thrusting my tongue in her mouth, I kiss her while I smash into her cunt over and over

"Seonghwa", she moans, orgasming again. Her pussy spasms on my cock and I can't hold it

"Fuck", I moan, burying myself inside her, shooting more cum inside her. Her pussy clenches me over and over again, making the pure pleasure last longer

"Yes jagi fuck. Take all my cum. Fuck you milk my cock so well"

"Mmm baby. Want all your cum inside. Love it inside", she whispers, holding me to her

I shiver when I finish but I stay in her arms and inside her for a few minutes, my face buried in her neck. As I breath, I take in her scent, absolutely the way she smells

"I love you", she says

"I love you too"

After a little, I lift my head, kissing her softly. Pulling out, she closes her legs, keeping my cum inside her. I don't know why but I really really like that

"So uh...are you hungry?", she asks

I burst out laughing, "Sure baby. We can eat something"

She giggles, "Ok"

Helping her down from the counter, she gets paper towels and wipes my cum from her

"What do you want to do jagi? We can order food if you want"

"Yeah baby ok", she agrees

"So pizza?", I ask

"Yeah ok. That's good"

"And a movie?"

She nods her head rapidly, "And cuddles?"

"Definitely cuddles", I assure her

"And maybe after, more sexy time?"

Smiling widely, I answer, "Oh so much more sexy time jagi."

"Yay", she cheers

We changed into pj's and she cuddles into me on the couch

Kissing the top of her head, I pull out my phone to order us pizza

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ny-nymeria · 3 years ago

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Heaven and Earth: Part 1

Hi everyone! My pen name is Nymeria, and I wrote my first Gojo x Reader fanfic on Wattpad. I wanted to cross post it here as well, since I might start writing on this platform. I hope you like it! 💕

Heaven and Earth: Part 1: Tokyo.

Year: 2006.

The bumps of the train along the tracks sent long strands of hair cascading across your face. You awakened slumped in your seat, a book entitled, "LEARN ABOUT TOKYO" flayed across your lap as you leaned against the side window. The long train ride had you nodding off to sleep from the rocking of the train cart against the tracks.

"I can't believe you bought that book back at the Kyoto station," a voice brought you hazily out of your semi-dream state. A young woman sat across from you, poised and dressed in a formal priestess kimono; even she couldn't shake looking the lazy look in her eyes after the hours long train ride.

The fast-moving scenery caught your attention as it drastically changed since your last look before falling asleep: what was the country side was replaced by a busy city scene and the tallest buildings you've ever seen.

You yawned. "It's my first time in Tokyo, I don't want to be an ignorant tourist," stretching your limbs out like a cat. Since the age of 13 you have lived at Kyoto Jujutsu Technical School, a school for sorcerers and sorcerer-society to gather. A small population of humans can see curses and within those where the only few who could conjure their own curse. You were one of these few.

Now at the age of 17 you were considered a Second-Year student and already established a career as a known sorcerer. Life seemed pretty routine until only a few weeks ago when you received a letter from your father's longtime friend, Yaga Masamichi. Yaga is a teacher at Kyoto's sister school: Tokyo Jujutsu Technical School. You vaguely remember this Yaga-person as you were only a young girl when you met him once; but knowing he knew your father was enough to trust his words.

'Dear Y/N,

I hope this message finds you well.

My name is Yaga Masamichi, a friend of your fathers.

I apologize for the abrupt message. I am a teacher at Tokyo Jujutsu Technical School. I mentor three Second-Year students, like yourself. Before your father's passing, he had asked me to one day assist you with your curse technique. I believe it is time for you to visit us in Tokyo. I have requested your immediate transfer as a study-abroad student. I've requested your classmates to accompany you.

I am looking forward to speaking to you in person.

-Yaga Masamichi.'

You reflected on Yaga's words. 'I wonder why now...,' you sighed and moved your hair out of your face onto one side of your shoulder.

"I'm sure you'll be fine. You have Mei Mei and myself to accompany you. Plus, it'll be fine getting some girl time out in the city. Yes, Kyoto is beautiful, but Tokyo is wild."

Accompanying you on this trip was Iori Utahime. You had worked with her countless times at Kyoto and established a friendship with the sorcerer. Since she already had connections with the school in Tokyo, she offered to come with you.

"Can't wait! By the way, Utahime, anything I need to worry about?" You closed the book and placed it in the side pocket of your backpack. She made an exasperated sigh, crossing her legs and arms. "No, there's a few second years like us, which we'll probably have to work with." She glared and rolled her eyes, "some more annoying than others."

Un-phased at her last comment you felt excitement brewing in your core. From what you heard from Utahime and Mei Mei, Tokyo was the metropolitan of the country. Although you were excited about having fun you couldn't forget why you came. You finally had a lead that could help you understand your curse technique.

Despite studying curses and spiritual practices throughout your life you knew little of your own power. Your father did not leave you much to go off of and at times it felt like he avoided the topic. At times it felt the more you used it, the less you had control over it. Yaga's words stuck to your heart, giving you hope that you may be able to finally understand what you inherited from your ancestors.

The intercom signaled the train's arrival as it slowed down while it entered the last station.

"This is our stop, y/n. Let's go."

You and Utahime walked towards Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu Technical School. The school appeared hidden in a forrest; reminiscent of Kyoto's scenery. Although you were excited to explore Tokyo you were relieved to be in a familiar setting. The ground the school built on emanated with spiritual energy. Many called this energy "cursed," but for you knew it to be "spiritual" energy: something whole, balanced, and pure. You took a deep breath to inhale the crisp air.

"Hello Utahime. You are just in time," the both of you looked up to see a young man with medium length blond hair neatly kept as side swiped bangs that framed his face walking down the flight of stone stairs. Annoyance was his expression as he wore a scowl that turned his face somewhat sour.

"Nanami-san, always a pleasure to see you. I take it you are leaving for a mission?"

The young man sighed, furrowing his brows even more. "Yes, unfortunately. And I believe you are here to see Yaga sensei. He's inside the classroom with the other second years. I apologize but I must be off now."

He sighed a second time as he walked passed the two of you, hearing him mutter, "Jujutsu sorcery can be a shit, sometimes," as he exited the school grounds.

You raised an eyebrow but didn't disagree with his comment. He did have a point; Jujutsu society has always treated the people and practices with such dogma. Rigid rules, rigid expectations. You wanted to break the unfair system but with not even knowing your own techniques, you felt powerless against high society. You shook your head trying not think too much about it.

"That's Nanami. He's always like that." Utahime shrugged her shoulders. The two of you continued to a main hallway and reached to what appeared to be a classroom with the sliding door opened. You could hear at least three distinct voices, two male, and one female.

"Kyoto students should be arriving soon."

"It'll be nice to see Utahime and Mei Mei again!"

"Oh! Good, more weak people to pick on."

You turned to look at Utahime who looked visibly pissed off. She gritted her teeth, "Gojo that asshole..."

Utahime walked in fuming as you followed behind her, hearing her shout some kind of inaudible profanity directed to someone in the back of the room. You felt nervous about entering the room after overhearing that banter but took a deep breath to calm your nerves and walked in.

You stepped to Utahime's side and bowed slightly towards the voices you had heard. You figured starting with formalities was a safe place to start.

"My name is y/n. I'm looking forward to working with all of you."

You looked up to see a young man with long black hair pulled and tied back into a bun with hair strands across his left eye. Although sitting down you could see when standing he could tower you in height. He wore the school uniform and small, round studded earrings. The sincere smile on his face with his physical presence made him look almost charming.

"How polite of you. My name is Geto Suguru, it is a pleasure meeting you, y/n."

Suddenly, a girl with looked behind him: she had a beauty mark under here right eye, a long bob haircut, and a big smile on her face. "I'm Shoko Ieri! I didn't know another student was coming! It'll be nice to have another girl around~"

You gave a cheeky smile at two students, feeling a sense of relief wash over you that they exchanged similar sentiments... That relief suddenly felt flushed down the toilet when you felt a strange presence, or person, suddenly erupt from the back of the room.

"Y/n? That's it? What's your last name." You looked over Shoko and Geto to see a third person, presumably the last second year Tokyo student.

Your eyes met a pair of dark, round sunglasses. You raised an eyebrow at the idea of a person using sunglasses indoors. The tall young man with white hair falling over his eyes sat hunched over a chair, looking smugly at you. His height made the chair look small, his long arms dangling towards the ground.

The young man then swiveled his body and chair to sit then leaned back in a chair and propped up his legs with the desk in front of him. The smirk on his face seemed playful. His body looked elongated in this position- his figure almost lanky -but you sensed an immense cursed energy from the sorcerer.

You returned his smirk with a smile. "Yes. I apologize for the confusion. I have no clan."

You felt all the eyes in the room directed their attention towards you. You looked around and shrugged your shoulders, "I know not of a clan name; my father told me our ancestors abandoned it as honor can corrupt and twisted heart's into greed." Meeting someone with no clan is unheard of. A short silence fell in the room but was quickly cut by the white haired boy's laugh.

"Sounds like your old man was a real idealist." He swung his long legs around and planted them to the ground; still sitting on the chair but leaning forward now. "And you seem like a real stick-in-the-mud."

Utahime puffed up. "Gojo, how dare you speak to y/n like that! You truly are an unruly idiot." You raised your hands to concede and defuse the situation.

"Utahime, Gojo-san, please, I take no offense. I am truly excited to be here with you all." You looked at Gojo, giving him a quick smirk, "I am happy to be here among such powerful sorcerers," you waved your hand in the air and smirked at Gojo; "and it will be so fun for this stick-in-the-mud to beat a few Tokyo students~."

Before Gojo could open his mouth a large, muscular man walked in to the office; he had short brown hair and sunglasses on. The man looking stern and assuming the quietness that fell on the Tokyo students you assumed this man must be Yaga.

"Ah, y/n, you look so grown up now." The man then enveloped you into a bear hug as if you were a loved one. The Tokyo sorcerers gasped in shocked; signs of affection were slim to none from their teacher. You swore you could hear a big "EHHHHH??" In the back from the white haired sorcerer. Teacher looked at you with a heartfelt smile.

"You have your mother's beauty, but your eyes remind me of your father." He nodded, "I see a passion and drive in you. Welcome to Tokyo Metropolitan Jujutsu Tech."

You eased into the hug and grinned, "Thank you, Yaga-sensei! Anyone that was friends with my father, I trust and believe to be a good man."

He let go of you and returned to a more stern look and looked at his students. "I see you've met my three students. Gojo, Suguru, and Shoko are our second years. We've made accommodations for Kyoto students in our dormitory; Shoko will be able to show you to your rooms."

The man continued. "When you have unpacked, please join us all for dinner and we will discuss the mission." As Shoko ushered you to follow her, you took a few steps to follow her then took a quick glance back at Gojo and winked.

"See ya' around."

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Squiggles - Oikawa Tooru

Thanks to @pocky-writes for this collab! It was so fun to do~ Check out all the other writers involved in the collab here ヾ(•ω•`)o

Tags: Oikawa's POV, Angst, Minor Fluff, Cursing, Kissing, SFW, Manga Spoiler (Oikawa and Iwaizumi's future jobs)

Synopsis: You entered Oikawa's life - and it hasn't been the same ever since. (If I give anymore, it'll be spoilers TwT) (I also named Oikawa's sis Miho-)

Word Count: 4334

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All stories are basically a squiggly line - it has ups and downs with multiple loops in random spots. Some parts might be thicker or shorter than others, but all points of the story make up a giant, huge squiggly line that either brings you joy or sadness. I wanted my story to be as thick and long as possible - to outshine all the other squiggles the world has to offer. It was going to be the best squiggle ever until you came along and made it loopier and uneven.

I remember the first day you came into our class so vividly.

I had rushed to the school to copy Iwa-chan’s homework. The Kitagawa Daiichi blazer I wore was soaked in sweat thanks to me running a few blocks in several minutes. Of course, Iwa was in the classroom, waiting for school to start. He had rolled up his sleeves and was reading the literature component assigned to us - the very book I never touched ever since volleyball practices began.

“You are of a different breed, Oikawa,” Iwa-chan mumbled as he passed his book to me, “This is the last time you’re doing this.”

No, it isn’t.

“Yes, sir.”

I pulled out my book and began to move at top speed, hoping I would finish before class began.

That’s when you opened the door, breaking my concentration.

You were glowing. The school blazer seemed so big on you - as if someone with a bigger physique gave it to you - but you look so precious in it. You had a jump in your step, a wide smile plastered on your face. Your hair looked so soft even from a mile away. You seemed so at peace with everything - even when you entered a new school.

You carried yourself with such confidence it scared me.

I loved being the confident one, the hot one, the cheerful one - yet you stole those roles from me the second you walked into the school campus.

I didn’t know what I felt; was it inferiority or was it just pure admiration? Maybe a combination of both?

All of this… It was so new to me.

I was always surrounded by those who were eager for my approval - to be part of my posse and be connected to me in some way, but I just wanted to be around you. It was the first time I ever took an interest in anyone excluding my volleyball team.

It’s weird, isn’t it? The feeling of warmth rushing through your skin, but your throat just feels tight - it doesn’t want you to say anything you would regret, so it tries to hold you back. Your palms sweat and become clammy, goosebumps rise on your skin - it is so freeing yet restricting.

I wanted to come and welcome you to the school - maybe take you around the school grounds, show off a bit at the gym, find out who you are as a person - if I got lucky, even get your phone number.

“ ‘kawa, are they new? I feel like I’ve never seen them before…” Iwaizumi asked, pulling on my rolled-up sleeve.

Of course, this had to happen, didn’t it?

Iwaizumi tried to cover his red face with his arms, but he was failing miserably. His forehead began to sweat, a trail of water dripping down his chin. His chocolate eyes glowed just like your skin - so much so you could see the hazel flecks within them. His whole arm was covered in raised goosebumps, just like mine.

He was attracted to you.

“I think they are,” I replied, hiding my feelings with a smile, “Why Iwa-chan? Oh my god Iwa, you’re blushing!”

Iwaizumi threw a book to my face, earning a groan from me.

“Shut up, Shittykawa,” he says, blushing in a deeper red, “...but yeah, I think I do.”

“Well, if you want them to swoon for you just like how almost all the girls of the school do for me, I can help you. Just with the daily fee of milk bread during recess, I can turn your single ass into a full-fledged bachelor!” I say, trying to lighten up the mood.

“I'll buy you milk bread for lunch, either way,” he mumbled.

“See? It’s basically free, isn’t it? The best part of it all; it comes with a free gift! A box of milk every day so that you can grow taller-” Book number two found its place on my forehead once again.

“You’re such an idiot,” he says midst chuckling, “Thanks for the offer, Tooru. I think I’ll do this by myself, though.”

“Ok, then! Just so you know, the offer is always on the table,” I smirk, teasing the shorter male even more, “Don’t forget the milk.”

“I am never buying you anything ever again.”

Classes went on as usual, but I couldn’t focus at all.

I kept on staring at you from my seat - enjoying every single thing you did. I saw how you’d raise your shoulders in frustration when you couldn’t understand a question, how you’d bite the end of your pencil when you were focusing on the class, how you’d play with your fingers when you were stressed - I was taking mental notes without even realizing it. I loved all the small little huffs you’d make when you’re agitated. Judging by how you were speeding through most of the questions, you seemed to be a smart student.

I kept on playing small scenarios that I would do to get your attention.

Maybe I’d ask you a question and act like I couldn’t understand the whole topic so that you could tutor me, or I should just ask you about your opinions on the essay topic we discussed in class, or I could tease you about that small thing you did in front of the classroom when the teacher wasn’t looking.

But I would never do that to Iwaizumi.

My mind replayed that small scene of him blushing just at the mere glance of you. If he could, he would’ve already gushed about you to me - tell me all the things I already knew just by looking at you. He’d go on and on about how you squinched your nose when you drank that hot drink a bit too early and burnt your tongue.

His squiggle was already slowly moving around you, making a loop fitted for you and you alone - and I will happily watch from the sidelines when you two finally become a thing.

“Welcome back, Tooru!” My sister said from the kitchen, “Give me a minute, I’m helping mom prepare lunch.”

I placed my bag in front of my room and headed to the kitchen.

“Don’t make poison, please!” I tease her, enjoying the annoyed expression on her face.

“Tooru!” Mom sighed, “We’re inviting our new neighbors for dinner today. Go shower and get ready.”

I stuck my tongue out at my sister, earning an anger-filled hum from my mother. I ran to my room and soon headed to the shower to get ready.

Slinging the white towel on my shoulder, I head back to the kitchen area and set the table for the meal.

“Where are they from again?” Miho asked Mom.

“They’re apparently from Tokyo. The father passed away recently, so the mother had to bring the rest of the family to Miyagi to reduce the financial burden. Sad, isn’t it?” she replied.

“We should help them here and there,” Miho started, “We don’t need to give them money, but maybe help them get used to the city?”

I nodded, but I wasn’t present in the conversation ever since Mom mentioned Tokyo.

“Do they have a kid my age?” I ask, hoping that I’m wrong.

“I think there’s one that just transferred to your school?”

Please, don’t be who I think it is.

The doorbell rang, shaking me out of my thoughts.

I slowly headed to the door, gripping the doorknob tightly as I slowly opened the door.

I was right.

“Hello, Oikawa-san! It’s me, Y/N, from your class,” you said, a smile on your face.

“I just wanted to thank you and your family for your generous offer, but we can’t join you for dinner today,” you started, “Mom has to go get some things settled before she can come for dinner. Sorry, again…”

“What about you? Have you eaten anything yet?” My mom asked as she walked towards the door, “If you want, you can eat dinner here and bring some back for your mom.”

“Really?!” Your lips widened, “Thank you so much, aunty!”

You sat right beside me, just like Iwa-chan does when he comes over. I loved seeing you talk so comfortably with my family. I could see my mom’s adoration towards you when you talked about your life back in Tokyo. Your eyes lit up when you talked about your family - even if you were talking about your father.

You didn’t know it yet, but your presence makes my squiggle a little lighter.

“What school are you going to, Y/N?” Mom asked.

“I’m going to Kitagawa Daiichi like Oikawa-san. I am in his class, actually... “ you trail off.

“Do you want me to walk you to school? I don’t mind doing it, but Iwaizumi would be joining us too. Are you okay with that?” I ask, gripping the ends of my shirt.

For the first time in my life, I hated the fact I had to be beside Iwaizumi.

“Thanks, Oikawa-san. It means a lot,” you smiled.

I regret asking you that question.

I had to see Iwaizumi try to flirt with you.

I had to see how you’d occasionally lean your head on my shoulder when we walked to school until Iwaizumi met up with us in the middle of our walk to school.

I had to see Iwaizumi carry your bag - something I wanted to do.

I had to see Iwaizumi make small jokes to you - something I wanted to do.

I had to see you enjoy Iwaizumi’s presence - something I wanted you to only feel for me.

I had to let it happen in front of me, didn’t I?

Books and movies never compare to the real thing; to see the person you love gush over someone you love like a sibling.

But you were closest to me, not Iwa-chan.

You came to me when you had problems, not Iwa-chan.

You stayed over at my place to relax, not Iwa-chan’s.

You watched movies with me, played games with me, told secrets to me - not Iwa-chan.

Your squiggle intertwined with mine more than Iwa-chan’s.

“Tooru,” you said as you played with the rogue strands of my hair as your head laid on my lap, “Do you want to go out on a trip?”

“What? Why?”

“We’re graduating, but we never had a trip together. It’s weird, isn’t it?” You say, slowly getting up.

I pushed your head back on my lap, earning a muffled squeal from you.

“It isn’t, to be honest,” I say, “...but I do like the idea.”

“So, we’re doing it?” you say as you wiggle your feet in excitement.

“Yeap. I’ll ask Iwa-chan if he wants to join,” I say as I grab my phone.

“I was kind of hoping that it would be just the two of us? I haven’t been able to talk to you without anyone intervening for a long time, and there’s a lot I wanna talk about.”

You looked at me, hoping for some reaction, but I couldn’t say anything.

If I was not friends with Iwaizumi, I would’ve said yes almost immediately.

I know I love you - ever since I saw you, I have.

But Iwaizumi deserves someone amazing like you.

I don’t.

“Tell me, then! I don’t think Mom’s coming home anytime soon and Miho is working right now, so there isn’t anyone who’d disturb us now,” I say through gritted teeth.

I felt your disappointment when you sighed and moved to lie down on my bed.

“I guess I’ll tell you another day.”

I felt your squiggle moving away from me - moving on without mine.

Soon, our one-week trip to Tokyo began.

Thanks to months and months of pestering, our parents let us go by ourselves to the city you grew up in.

I could see everything in your eyes, thanks to your stories about this place. The small, quaint shops, the smell of freshly made Taiyaki at the side of the road, the small kids running on the pavement while being chased by angry parents - all of it.

“Oikawa!” you patted my shoulder, “That’s the bakery I talked about last time. You know, the one with amazing cheese tarts? Oh, that’s where my dad gave me my first cup of coffee!”

Iwaizumi chuckled as he focused on the road, admiring your love for the city.

“Why are you laughing, pine cone hair?” You tease Iwaizumi, trying to get more reactions from him.

“Nothing! You sound cute, that’s all,” he said as he focused on the road.

“Oh, really~?” You move closer to Iwaizumi and whisper something in his ear, making him blush instantly.

There it is.

That icky feeling I hate.

Why did it come now? I was with Y/N and Iwaizumi - the people I care about the most.

Go away.

Get out.

I don’t need you.

“Well, I’ll just chaperone Oikawa then, Hajime. Have fun all by yourself in a huge city you don’t know well,” you say, teasing him even more.

Hajime.

They said Hajime - not Iwaizumi.

“Geez, get a room, you two.”

“Sad I’m taking your husband away, Tooru?”

“The fuck, Y/N!” Both Iwa-chan and I scream.

You laugh as you lean back into the backseat.

“What? You both are an old couple,” you begin, “Oikawa is the flamboyant one and Iwaizumi is the man that’s only gay for Oikawa and actually thinks before doing something.”

“Did everyone think I’m gay for Oikawa?” Iwa says under his breath.

“Yeap,” you reply, “Many girls were sad, to be honest. I kept on telling them you’re straight, but they didn’t listen,” you shrug.

“And me?” I ask.

“You were labelled as the hot pansexual, lucky you,” you reply with an eye roll.

“Why did no one tell me…” Iwaizumi said to himself, worried.

“Honey~,” I began teasing the ‘pinecone’.

“Shut the fuck up, Shittykawa.”

“ ‘Shut the fuck up, Shittykawa’ - why don’t you give an actual nice nickname for the brunette over here,” you ask him, playing with the stressed driver.

“No.”

“Do it or I’m calling you pinecone for the rest of your life.”

“No.”

“Do it or I’ll tell them-” I say before getting cut off by Iwaizumi himself.

“Prettykawa.”

“Holy shit, Y/N,” I wiped my fake tears, “He called me pretty! Darling~”

“Oh my god, Oikawa,” you say, laughing as I hug Iwaizumi’s arm.

Our squiggles were intertwined and in a good way - that’s all that mattered.

“Oikawa,” Iwaizumi looked at me with a serious face, “I think I am going to confess to them tonight.”

Wait, you are?

Please don’t.

Don’t take them away from me.

I need them.

Iwaizumi, please don’t.

“Finally! It’s about time you made your move - I think they like you too, so you have a shot.”

It’s true - I see how they stare at you.

Their eyes are filled with admiration, lips fixed in a soft smile, their hands grazing your cheek - they love you as much as you love them, Iwaizumi.

“Thanks for supporting me, Tooru. It really means a lot to me,” he says as he hugged me, “Thanks for being my best friend.”

I haven’t been a good friend, Iwa.

I fell for the same person.

I want to steal them from you so badly, but I can’t bring myself to hate you.

I want to hate you so bad, but I can’t.

This feeling… I hate it.

“Thanks for being mine, too.” I smiled, but the smile never reached my eyes.

You’re taking them away from me, Iwaizumi.

You could’ve gotten anyone else, but you took them away from me.

I don’t want to feel this - this hatred growing within, yet here I am, cursing you in my head the minute I see you.

“Go! Why are you wasting time?” I say, pushing you towards the door.

I saw the smile you gave me as you ran to her room.

You are such an amazing person, Iwa-chan.

You can care for someone who deeply hates you.

I saw how they were basically draped around you for the next few days. They looked so happy just to be beside you.

Each day, their eyes spoke stories of love for you, Iwa. They used to come over to my place and gush about you every day, like a ritual.

You’re so fucking lucky, Iwaizumi. This isn’t fair.

They’d go on and on about your physique, your personality and the small things you’d do.

Congratulations, they finally paid attention to the things you did for them. I’m happy for you, Iwa.

I am happy for the two of you, truly.

They are truly happy.

I could’ve never done that - never.

I just wish I wasn’t walking towards the gym that day.

I saw your first kiss under that tree - the tree the three of us used to spend under while waiting for practice to start.

I saw how their hands gripped on the back of your head, pressing themselves on you. I saw how you gripped their hips oh so tightly as you showed them your passion towards them. I saw how breathless they looked the minute your lips left theirs. I saw how they grazed your chin whilst staring into your eyes in admiration.

I pictured how it would’ve been if I was in your position.

I would’ve held them tighter, pressed my forehead against theirs so that our noses would brush against each other. They’d play with the ends of my hair, going on and on about how soft each lock was like they usually do. They’d eye my lips as I stared at their soft and supple lips. I’d press the tip of my thumb on their bottom lip, enjoying the view of their parted lips made just for me and me alone. Slowly, I would kiss their cheeks, hoping for some cute reaction from them. From their cheeks, I would drag my lips to their chin, placing soft kisses here and there.

I would then press my lips against theirs, enjoying the soft noises escaping their lips.

But I never will - you’re theirs as they’re yours.

Of all places, why did you have to choose there?

I can’t come back here without thinking about that kiss now.

That icky feeling…

It’s back.

Go away.

Get out of me.

I am happy.

“Damn, Iwaizumi,” Matsun said as he approached the gym, “Y/N’s really in love with them, huh?”

“Shut it, Matsun,” Maki said, looking at me.

Of course, he’d notice.

I am in love with his friend's girlfriend, after all.

“What? He’s telling the truth; they’re so in love with each other they can’t even see that three people saw their first kiss!” I shouted, earning a growl from the black-haired male hugging Y/N.

“Out of all the times, Shittykawa…”

“You better run, he looks feral!” You shouted, laughing.

“You sure he wasn’t feral ever since he initiated that kiss? I saw that hand wandering, Iwaizumi~!” Matsukawa shouted as he ran to the gym.

“Iwaizumi isn’t innocent anymore. You aren’t part of the gang anymore man, stay back,” Hanamaki said, wiping a fake tear whilst gripping his sides, “You’ve grown up too quick, Iwa-senpai.”

“You okay, ‘kawa?” Maki said as he turned to me, rubbing my back.

“I am fine, Maki. Go ahead - go to the gym, I’ll come in a minute,” I gave him a nod as I walked to the toilet.

That day was the first day I cried over someone in school, and hopefully the last.

“Tooru… Tohru…” You mumbled.

“Yes, my name is similar to the main character’s. What about it?” I sigh.

“We should get you a cat. Who knows, you might kiss it and it’ll become a girl?” Iwa chirped.

“That’s a cat version of Princess and the Frog,” I say, annoyed.

“Stupid,” you hit Iwa’s thigh, “Get with the program.”

Iwa groaned as he rubbed his leg, “That was really painful, dumbass.”

“Tohru, he called me dumbass,” you whined.

“I am not Tohru - it’s Tooru.”

“Brown hair, all of the people around them falling in love with them, high pitched voice… that’s you,” Iwa joked.

“Major flaw in your theory - I am not a girl.”

“Alternate universe Tohru then,” you said, enjoying the banter.

“Tohru plays with animals, I play with a volleyball team.”

“How do you know she isn’t in a volleyball team? It was never specified she isn’t part of a volleyball team.”

“It’s never specified that she is part of a volleyball team,” I say, clearly annoyed by this conversation.

“I’m getting you a cat - a ginger one,” Iwa said, grabbing his phone from the side table.

“Don’t get me a cat!”

“Get him a cat, love. He doesn’t know it yet, but he’ll love it,” you said, leaning against Iwaizumi’s chest to see his phone screen.

“Holy shit,” you said, holding back a laugh, “He’s actually looking-”

“Iwaizumi Hajime!” I scream, making both Iwaizumi and you laugh loudly.

“I was looking at a cat meme, stupid.”

I sign out of frustration and look back at the TV screen, avoiding the mischievous couple.

I eyed the way they were sitting on the couch.

You were seated in between Iwaizumi’s legs, their back pressed against his front. Their hands played with Iwaizumi’s left hand, fiddling with his fingers as they stared at the screen in front of them. Iwaizumi wasn’t looking at the screen though - he was staring at his lover who was fully immersed in the scene unfolding in front of them. His right hand grazed their right hand, enjoying the feeling of them comfortable in his arms.

You looked happy, and that’s all that mattered.

The last episode soon finished and you looked to the ceiling, stretching your neck.

“So sad it’s over,” you said, smiling.

“At least it had a good ending. I don’t think I need to remind you how heartbroken you were when we watching Banana Fish’s-”

“Don’t remind me - I’ll cry here and now.”

You got off the couch and walked towards the kitchen to get a drink.

“So,” you plopped on the couch, leaning against Iwa, “What’s the final plan, Mr Tohru?”

“What do you mean?”

“Your life after high school, of course! What’s the plan? I know Hajime is planning to be a trainer, but you never told me what your plan is.”

Hajime.

Again with the Hajime.

Just use Iwaizumi, for fuck’s sake.

“...Tooru?”

I snap out of my thoughts. “Oh.”

“You’ve been out of it recently. You’re okay, right?” You say as you walk to sit beside me.

I chuckle, looking at your concerned face.

“I’m good - just stressed about life, that’s all. I am not so sure as to what’s the next step, but it’s going pro.”

You hug me from the side, placing your head on my shoulder.

“Hey, what’s wrong with you, now? Aren’t you scared that you might make Hajime jealous?” I tease.

“I don’t know - I just feel I need to do this, like a feeling that you might do something rash.”

I felt tears wet the side of my shirt.

My eyes darted to the sight of you, sobbing, gripping on my shirt.

“Don’t you dare forget me, okay?” You say through sniffles, “I sure as hell won’t forget you.”

I cup your face in my hands, wiping off the trailing tears.

“I won’t.”

You made a huge loop on my squiggle, Y/N - I don’t I can ever forget you.

TO: Y/N (2:30 a.m.)

It’s been so many years, Y/N.

You’ve blossomed into the amazing person I knew you’d be.

I saw Iwa-chan recently - after all, he’s training the Japan team.

I actually made it into a team - the Argentinian Volleyball team.

I kept on doubting myself, but you kept on reminding me of how good of a setter I was back in high school.

I know you’re busy being the big person in your industry - congrats on all the awards again, I keep forgetting to contact you.

If you’re down, maybe we can call? I miss your voice.

I sent the message, hoping you’d reply as fast as you used to when we were in high school.

I looked from the hotel window, trying to imagine how the scenery is back home in Miyagi.

The roaring fields, the birds flying in the sky as we walked down that small pathway, that traffic light you’d draw on while waiting for the cars to pass - I remembered it all.

I remembered it all just because you were part of it.

Funny, isn’t it? After so many years, I still think of you.

Not as my friend’s lover, but mine.

I shouldn’t have invited Iwaizumi to that trip.

I should’ve just kept you all to myself - protect you from the world.

I should’ve just kept Iwaizumi out of your life - not let him in at any point.

I should’ve just told him how I feel about you.

I tried so hard to get over you, Y/N.

I met so many other people, hoping they could fill up the hole you left when you left me for him. I had so many sour relationships just because I was comparing them to the rhetorical you that I dated. If the world had given me a second chance, I would be standing beside you - I would work to provide for you the best the world had to offer.

But in the end, your squiggle was meant to grow without mine. I had to accept it and move on, as much as it hurts.

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hot-wiings · 4 years ago

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Homophobia, Transphobic, Deadnaming, Misgendering.

The One Where Shouta’s Boyfriend Keeps Getting Deadnamed and Misgendered.

Requested By: Wattpad User

Edited: 1-4-2021

The mall was full to the brim. Several people bustled about, walking by without a care in the world. Bumping into each other they went by, some not caring, some muttering out little apologies. You tried to keep a tight hold of your boyfriend's hand as to not get separated and lost amongst a sea of people. It was always extremely busy right after new years. Everyone rushed to the stores to return bad gifts that they didn't like or didn't fit, and overall, everything went on sale. Despite the rush, it was always worth the trip.

"You got the list?"

"Yup. First, we should hit 'Dicks Sporting Goods'. We can probably get a really good deal on a new sleeping bag for you, it's kinda old."

"Hey, don't respect her like that."

Shouta scowled down at you as he tore the list of things you needed to search for out of your hands to look at it himself. He wasn't all too sure what you needed to get, and he wanted to prioritize his time by hitting all the stores in a correct time manner. Underwear, Christmas candy from 'Sugar Daddy's Candies' to save for Valentine's day, new binder.

"Give that back, I made the list, only I get to look at it."

You quickly plucked the list out of Shouta's hands and stuffed it in your pocket, crinkling and tearing it a little in the process. Your shoulders slumped and you stared at your feet as you tried to calm yourself down. This wasn't something new, Shouta knew what you were. Shouta knew you weren't born a male but rather a female. He knew you didn't have male genital parts and he knew you used a binder to help rid yourself of your breasts. Despite him knowing it, having him look at your shopping list, one that listed a binder, made you feel self-conscious you still weren't use to sharing this side of yourself with someone.

Your whole life you were repressed from that part of yourself. Your parents, your siblings, your entire family didn't give you that kind of respect. They never respected your pronouns or your new name. They never respected or accepted you. You never came to know that kind of respect and acceptance in your life until you became a hero and began working for UA. Shouta stopped his walking, making an abrupt stop causing you to look up at him in confusion.

"You know I don't care about your binders right? They're something you need, a necessity. It's not something you need to be ashamed of or hide. It's part of you, if you need a new one then that's the first store we'll stop at."

Shouta wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer to him so you were leaning into him as you walked across the mall, closer to the store that sold good quality binders. They were a bit pricey, but with the post-holiday sale, everything should've been cheaper. A smile slid across your lips as you leaned into Shouta. You didn't know why you got so worked up and insecure over your identity. He wasn't going to judge you. he wasn't going to shame you or stop loving you.

"You're a really good boyfriend, you know that?"

"Yeah, but I like it better when I hear it coming from my boyfriend."

Right as you were about to bring up Shouta's sleeping bag again, and the possibility of buying a new one for him, someone knocks into you practically sending you to the ground. Shouta was quick to jump into action and grab the back of your shirt to pull on and help you get back onto your feet before you fell on the ground. The person who knocked into you adjusted themselves and gathered their bags before mumbling out an apology.

"I am so sorry ma'am- [Birth Name]? [Birth Name] Is that you? I haven't seen you in forever!"

The mall was busy, but not busy enough. The mall was huge, but not huge enough. You wanted the world to swallow you up. Out of all the malls in Japan, all of the busy malls on one of the busiest days of the year, why did your mother have to come to this one? There was a reason the woman in front of you hadn't seen you in forever. There was a reason you never came around for dinner or holidays, there was a reason you never introduced your family to your boyfriend.

"Hi, mom, it's been a while."

"You should come home for dinner sometime, I and your father really miss our baby girl."

Your mother pulled you into a hug. It was unwelcomed and poorly returned. You didn't want to hug her, but you didn't want to make a scene in public, and certainly not in front of your boyfriend. At an early age, you learned it was easier to just give in to your mother and play nice until you could get away from her. Shouta could notice your tightened and stiff body. He could see the tight smile on your face as you pulled away from her. He could tell how you wanted to get away from her, he wanted to pull you away from this woman, but he didn't want to offend you. You're a pro hero, you can fight your own battles.

"I will, it's just been really busy right now."

You won't. You wouldn't ever come home willingly. It's such a lie, but it'll get her off of your back. The sooner you leave, the sooner you can ignore her. The sooner you can go back to not having a mother. Shouta watched as your mother moved your hair and smiled at you. You kept smiling back with that tight and pained smile. It was the kind of smile you used when a villain was beating you. The kind of smile you had when you were on the battlefield, struck with such pain but not wanting the press to see you weak. Shouta knew what you were doing. Pretend it's okay, pretend it's okay, and she'll leave. Pretend to be okay and pretend to be who you aren't.

"I'm sorry but you must have us mistaken for someone else. This is [Y/N], and he is a man."

His words come out so bluntly and you wince. You just wanted her to go. If you didn't engage in correcting her, she'd leave sooner. You didn't want Shouta to correct her, yet something inside your chest swelled and churned as he corrected her.

"I'm glad my daughter has made such darling friends at her new job, but you should know [Birth Name] isn't a boy, not really."

"Really, and what constitutes a boy? [Y/N] has a male name, and he dresses like a boy. Most importantly, he chooses to identify as a boy."

"Well-"

Shouta links your hands together and your fingers laced into each other. He rubbed his thumb into you in a circular comforting motion and your stiffened body began to loosen up more. You were so afraid of your mother, so afraid of her from years of living with her. It was okay, you didn't have to be afraid. You weren't a little frightened, defenseless, and scared girl anymore, you were a man, and a strong pro-hero.

"For the record, he's not my darling little friend, he's my darling gay boyfriend, and right now we're on our way to get me a new binder. Goodbye, mother."

You don't wait for her reply, you don't wait to see her reaction. You turn around and tug Shouta with you. You pull your boyfriend along with you to 'Trans-Trendy Outfitters' with a small smile on your face. You weren't little anymore, you weren't weak and small, you were a hero. This wasn't something you had to be ashamed of, this was something that made you, you.

"Thanks, Shouta, I- I don't think I would have stood up for myself if it wasn't for you."

"[Y/N], I love you and who you are. It's not right for her to dead name you like that, and you shouldn't be misgendered like that either. Don't give me credit though, you just needed a little push."

Shouta accepted you. He accepted and respected you. Your mother didn't matter, your family didn't matter. He was there and he accepted you when your family didn't. That was enough for you.

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redolentgrove · 4 years ago

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(askpokemoncrossover)Amber @ Loki: The shiny braixen saw Akira vanishing with a depressed look on his face before she stopped at the taur at least six feet away from bowing apologetically. "Sorry about him, Loki... He's still new when it comes to communicating or interacting with others. Before my brother saved Akira from himself, he was living alone... isolated from people and pokemon. You can imagine what it's like, right? Being alone and having no one else to turn to for so long, it'll be impossible to trust anyone." She then felt the presence of another, like someone's still watching them and saw the arrow that was about to hit the legendary psychic type out of the corner of her eye and started to look around. "H-hey, you did say you have an over-protective daughter... Bijoux, right? Can you ask her to restrain herself when a lucairo in a green jumpsuit comes along? That's my brother, Sai. He told me that he'll meet you after recovering from the hospital..." The braixen asked before she muttered something under her breath: "Jeez... still can't believe that big brothers do stupid things sometimes..."

Loki's tail twitched impatiently at Amber as the Braixen greeted her, but she bowed in return nonetheless. Knowing that she knew Akira closely caused her to be a little wary of the newcomer. However, she would keep an open mind.

"Mmm," Loki rumbled, ears flickering. "I understand that better than you'd think. I've had my fair share of... shall we call it, isolation. Though, that was mostly forced on myself. And the trust... again, far closer a hit to home than you'd guess." She gazed back at the dogwood briefly. "Look, I'll level with you, dear. I'm not holding things against Akira. He didn't make a great first impression, but he's not on my permanent hit list."

Loki paused as Amber brought up her daughter.

"Yes, Bijoux-"

"Would be me," a familiar voice interrupted.

A shiny Cinccino-taur strode confidently through the nearby brush. She wore a green academic uniform over her front, emblazoned with an "H" emblem on the left chest area. She wore a black bowtie around her neck over the scarf fur, and a black plaid skirt over her hindquarters. Long, flowing white fur billowed from her forehead, wrapping behind her and back around her neck in dual Cinccino scarves, with a matching level of fluff and ivory hues on her tail. Little freckles dotted over her nose and cheeks, as well as the edges of her ears. She was certainly cute-looking and smaller than her mother, standing roughly four-five. She stood next to the Braixen with a headtilt, her gaze softening. She had a longbow tucked beneath her right shoulder, glasses resting on her muzzle in front of a pair of blue eyes.

"Please forgive me," the normal-type explained, bowing her head. "Those were simply warning shots. I'm not going to actually hit anyone with an arrow... well, not right away, anyway."

"Bijoux." Loki stepped forward, her hand held out as she flexed her fingers. "The bow."

"Mom, I was just... no, nevermind. You're right, I'm sorry." Bijoux passed the equipment over to her mother, who held it with both hands. "I know the rules... no shooting at strangers."

"Yes. You know better." Loki's tail swished with a hint of disappointment. "You're putting way too much pressure on yourself to be a little guardian, and while I cherish you and will always be grateful for that, it's my job to protect you, not the other way around. I would never ask you to take on such a massive task at your age.

"But Mom-"

"No buts, darling." The Leafeon's eyes narrowed as she interrupted her daughter. "I spent my late teens and early twenties being almost nothing but a guardian. I finally just gave up after I got exiled from the old forest and moved here with my kids to White Forest. I realized I was forcing way too much on myself, way too early. I wasn't ready to take on that responsibility. Even now, protecting our grove... I still have my doubts. I don't want you making that same mistake."

Bijoux paused for a few moments, pondering everything Loki had shared with her. Then, in a quick burst of energy, she strode over and hugged her mom, prompting the larger taur to let out a bashful purr of contentment.

After a moment, Loki grabbed Bijoux in a giant bear hug, causing the smaller taur's eyes to narrow and her body to go slightly limp. A few tears streamed down Loki's eyes, and she sniffled sadly.

"I can't believe how fast my little girl's growing up. Mentally, physically... and you're leaving the forest for Harmonia. I'm gonna miss my little girl so much."

"Mom." Bijoux grouchily fidgeted in her mother's grips, her giant ears twitching. "Mom, people are watching, stop." Several Pokemon had gathered at the scene, curious to see what was causing the commotion.

"Sorry." Loki let Bijoux out of her grasp, leaning in to sneak a little noselick on the taur's chin. "Arceus, seven hundred years later I still get all emotional when one of my babies leaves the nest."

"Mom, Harmonia University is just over in Castelia City. You go there all the time anyway; you'd probably stop by like, every single day between floral runs and Casteliacone shopping." The Cinccino brushed her taurhalf with her hands with a quiet smirk.

"Oh, I won't be there every day..." Loki protested. "Just enough of them to embarrass you."

"Mom!!!!" Bijoux leaned up and lightly shoved her mother's left flank with her left hand. "You're awful."

"Hey, did you forget that another part of my job as a mom is to be a pain in your rump? You'll laugh about this by the time you graduate, and the instant you're off doing science stuff in some other region, you'll miss me ribbing you about stupid stuff... just you wait." Loki grinned playfully, giving Bijoux's taurbody a little hip check with her own. "Now, come on. I need to check and make sure you packed everything and see you to the forest edge."

"You're not gonna go to Castelia with me?"

"What?" Loki guffawed with a tailwag. "No, silly, I'm going to stop at the forest's edge, bawl about my baby growing up and milk this for all it's worth! Gonna get half the forest watching you walk off consoling your dear old mother as she proves how much she loves you!"

"MOM!!!!" Bijoux folded her arms across her chest and pouted.

"Hey, I told you, it's part of my job! You just wait until you've got kids and you're doing the same thing to them... you'll love it. Now, up, come on. We need to get moving if you're going to beat the sunset to Castelia." Loki handed the longbow back to Bijoux. "Put this in the shed. I'll keep it safe for you. I’ll be checking; I don’t see it and I’m taking apart those suitcases one by one until I find it."

Bijoux accepted the bow and nodded furiously, scampering off into the distance.

Loki turned back toward Amber with an apologetic gaze. "Sorry, we'll have to rain check things for a bit. As far as this Lucario, Sai... by the time he gets here, I sincerely doubt there'll be any arrows coming for him."

((@askpokemoncrossover ))

(( Art commissioned by me and done by the wonderful Nans, who runs the blog @archivistoftheend ))

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punkscowardschampions · 4 years ago

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Ali & Tommy

Ali: [Let us assume he has gone back to school now and this was a weekend affair] Ali: You forgot your 🕯 Ali: expect it in the post, minus the disappointed note from Ro I've taken out Ali: ✈️ trips not guilt trips, welcome Tommy: leave it in, LOVE to hear what she's gotta say about why I'M the one being a holy show Ali: You aren't respecting the sanctity of her offering, is very much the point and gist Ali: she put more letters to it, as standard Tommy: 'course she did Ali: It does mean a lot to her Ali: but yeah, nice to have my 📅 to myself again, can't lie Tommy: meant so much she fucked off soon as the 🎂 candles were out Ali: You know she isn't the party 'til dawn sort Ali: anyway, they'd be coming in for morning service 😅 Tommy: I know it's her party & she can 😭 if she wants to Ali: If I'd known that was the theme, could've made party bags with 🧅 & 🧻 Ali: well, at least you were in your element 🕺 and you kept Meena and Carly entertained Ali: the hostess not being overly concerned herself, like Tommy: this family's hostess with the mostest has & always will be me, honey Tommy: what else do they teach me at this school, like? Ali: I had no idea you were at finishing school, my apologies Ali: how's things with keeping a man then, Holly Housewife? Tommy: Why stop at strutting with 📚 on our heads when we could do it in 🩰 perfectly en pointe, carrying a sulky ballerina all the while? Basically a Latin motto Tommy: & yet I still can't keep a man, cheers for the reminder Ali: Maybe now you're of age they introduce the final string to your bow Ali: quadruple threat = 🎤🕺🎭🍆 Tommy: 😂🤞🙏 Tommy: stole your girl regardless, tell her to call me when she's slept off the festivities Ali: No doubt she will when she's between the next couple of parties 😜 Ali: your girl is here actually, helping Ro 'organise' her presents Ali: dunno where she parked her 🎃 Tommy: I'll join Fraze in the red corner 😍💋💔🤬🎯👿🥤🤡🥵🛑💘 Tommy: those dolls do go walk abouts if you don't keep a 👀 but obviously she was 🤞🙏 I was still there Ali: He might misconstrue that and come to fight for her honour Ali: 🤞🙏 she's in LDN too, naturally Ali: lots of them are haunted, but that last part of your sentence there is the MOST 😱 ever Ali: it's weird when you approach anything fuck boy like Tommy: miscommunication is his thing™ no hard feels or feelings full stop, 'course 💪🚫😭🚫😍 Tommy: what can I say? being back DOES things to me Tommy: it's all the positive masculine role models this family has Ali: Guess it beats a total lack of @Joseph Ali: though he sent her some book about musical theory so he still manages to be the favourite somehow 🤷 Ali: and hey, dad is the best Tommy: v catty & then cuddly of you, Kit Tommy: he doesn't respond to MY efforts at being a daddy's girl exactly the same way somehow 🤷 Ali: we're both living up to what's expected then 😼 Ali: could just be I'm better at it than you though Ali: if your ego will allow it Tommy: can't let our sister fly that flag alone, like Tommy: as for who's better at kissing the arse of authority figures, don't need to dignify that with an answer 'cause my school report will Tommy: you ain't never been a pleasure to have in class Ali: I might genuinely have to shoot myself if anyone ever said anything so asinine about me so you're right Ali: that would be such a waste of potential, not until I've lead a more scandal-filled existence Tommy: you could respect the hustle Tommy: it's getting me 🩰 perks Tommy: disciplined is the head that wears the 👑 hoe Ali: I know all about discipline, trust me Tommy: we've all read 50 shades, you can't take it as gospel Tommy: Ro could write a better bdsm bibe when she's done at church Tommy: bible* Ali: It's all fun and games 'til I walk in on her flagellating herself Ali: how are we explaining that to the shrinks Tommy: that she misunderstood a more sexy f word? Ali: we don't want to look like we're trying to lock her up for that Ali: way too retro, bro Tommy: She wants to be catholic Tommy: I didn't make the rules Ali: No, then da really would hate you Ali: she's got worse Tommy: Yeah Tommy: I know, no amount of drama from the golden couple could detract Ali: not that I haven't heard enough about that though Ali: guess there's too much to put in a passive-aggressive note Tommy: 🙄🥱😴 Tommy: She wasn't even THAT late & tbh I wouldn't have blamed her for doing a Joe no show Ali: I would've understood if she was upset when she wasn't coming Ali: I am when Joe doesn't, whatever Ali: but I think she was actually MORE upset that she did come in the end, and not just because she was messy, but because Ro thought she wouldn't Ali: I don't get it, they're complicated, always have been but ??? Tommy: she can't hold being a good sister over her, like you can't me being the most fabulous brother in existence 🏆 Tommy: the fuck ups are more fun to bring to a 🥊 Ali: I guess that's more likely than them being all 💕💞 Ali: but fucking hell, does it hurt to hope Tommy: it's hurting you 😿 Tommy: she'll be too hangry to hope Ali: I have no hope or agenda for your 🏆 or 👑 dear brother Ali: but seriously Ali: what does she want Tommy: like you said ???? Tommy: there's every chance I'm bringing too much McKenna magic to the motives & she don't wanna bear a grudge til the end of her days Ali: because it doesn't sound like her at all Ali: if you can't be honest in the DMs where can you, eh, to quote that romcom Ali: fucked if I know what to do about it right now though Ali: maybe I need to sleep off the festivities, or get something to eat Tommy: long as you're not so hysterical you run into the path of an oncoming car, to recall another faithful role of hers Ali: have you adapted that for the stage? Ali: get 5 of you to be the 🚗 Tommy: dibs 'cause I can't do the accent Tommy: not that loads of 'em posh kids can either Ali: they'll have spent enough time gentrifying the east end to have it down, offensively so but all adds to the hysterics Tommy: I'll pitch it then 💡 Tommy: go down better than her 🎤🎵 Ali: better than her when she got hit by the car, like Ali: give me credit or I'll turn up and make a SCENE Tommy: like I wouldn't be LIVING for that Tommy: if we are being honest in the DMS Ali: I'll work on my RICKKAAAAAAAAAAAY Ali: maybe can convince Ro to be Sharon Tommy: hang around your ma in law & you'll ace it in no time Ali: Ha Ali: she'd accept Peggy, not Pat Tommy: fair, Laoise's ma's the one more likely to express herself with big earrings & animal prints Tommy: but I don't know if Sam Mitchell is a favourable role for Carls, what did she ever even do? Ali: Are you trying to tell me it's NOT a look? 🤔 Ali: or that you rate Laoise's mum? Ali: The character, nothing, the OG actress lost her nose so we're all agreed that's a no Tommy: I'd rate seeing her da on the doorstep in nothing but a bow tie for how mortified she'd be when I uploaded it Tommy: Grant's also no, he knocked Martine on her arse way before that car Tommy: but if she's Phil, you're Sharon so that's a yeah from me, like Ali: Don't, her dad always gave me those vibes Ali: and you ain't actually on the street still to have to witness that 🤮 Ali: I don't know how she'll feel about going bald, I'll float it gently before getting out the clippers Tommy: Do Rock's while you're there, he looks feral Tommy: even that nonce wouldn't have him Ali: You know his ears would get chapped Ali: hair is essential or he'll fly away on the breeze Ali: and we'd all be devastated, obvs Tommy: don't start me thinking about that scene in Dumbo, cheers very much Tommy: 😭😭😭😭😭😭 Ali: Such a depressing film Ali: disney gives me bad vibes Tommy: the park is creepy & you won't catch me there Tommy: whether or not Walt was a Nazi it's still a nah from me Ali: Wee bit concerning that emotional manipulation and forced fun trumps facism/literal Nazis for you but we'll 🤐 Ali: ma is in enough of a mood and she'll only direct it at me so nah Tommy: well his racism is disputed depending whether you're in camp 😇 saint him 🙏 or camp cast him into the hellfire 👿 Tommy: the forced fun & emotional manipulation is just facts Ali: 👿 advocate Tommy: I'm gonna go to hell 🤞 he's an ally Ali: 😬 Ali: it's a punishment, not a holiday Tommy: it'll be a grand hol for my pores Tommy: love a sauna sesh Ali: that London smog is not it Ali: how black is your snot? Tommy: as Ro's soul 💀 Ali: Thomas Tommy: Alison Ali: 🛑 it Tommy: she'd 🖤 to hear it but FINE Ali: you're an enabler, it is known Ali: not the kind of encouragement I'm after tah Tommy: enabling you & your lady love to have a good time, yeah 🕺💃 Tommy: & I fully expected her to turn up with a pet raven is all I'm saying Ali: the best was made of it by all, despite it all Ali: even her, in her way Tommy: despite Kayne appearing 🤵🥀 & all in her case Ali: yeah Ali: ugh Ali: he's harmless enough, bless him Tommy: she'd beg to differ right now Tommy: you're gonna wanna hide the 🍄🍄💀 til she calms down Ali: You don't need to tell me Ali: I think he's just really oblivious Ali: like all lads Ali: it wasn't you know...assaulty Tommy: It's not his fault she's team true love's kiss & he AIN'T it Tommy: who could EVER measure up to the 💭💞 Ali: standards, cool Ali: unrealistic expectations, less so Ali: but I can't really advocate for reality at this point in the game Tommy: You don't need to tell me, sis Ali: you're team turn-a-stage-kiss-real, yeah Ali: it's more realistic than fairytales, anyway, look at strictly Tommy: I'm team when's my life been a shitty made for netflix flick never mind a 🐸🤴📖 Tommy: crushing realism ftw Ali: 💔 Ali: If you didn't have a tragic love-life to complain about, you'd be too insufferable 🤴💩 Tommy: comforting Tommy: I'd HATE to morph into Fraze of a few years back Ali: I'll let you know if you start getting freckles Tommy: I'd know if I woke up with those brows Tommy: nowhere to hide, like Ali: 👺 Tommy: 😂 Ali: What are you getting ma for her bday/have you got already (suckup) Tommy: I left it there if you wanna find & shake the 🎁 Ali: Wow, you really didn't wanna pay postage that bad huh Ali: I'll see if I can 🔮 Tommy: with what? I'm skint after buying hers & Ro's Tommy: & it'll be 🎅🎄🎁 before too long Ali: that's what people really mean when they say dance don't pay Ali: gifting an interpretive dance is nothing but pretentious and unwelcome Ali: I can bodge together however many crafts I need and save my dolla Tommy: been there, tried that one Tommy: so much for your so called genius Tommy: ain't even thought of earning any by busting out the 🎅🎄🎵 classics for a busking sesh, works with 🩰 too I'll have you know Ali: 'til you knock over an old lady and have to leg it, like Ali: and if you hadn't noticed, I've been a little busy making a replica Ro, tah Ali: my creative juices are juiced right now Tommy: I'll make it look like part of the show & have the punters eating out of my palm when I catch & twirl any 👵 before they touch ground Tommy: yeah well you've got time from now, fair game on all things yule from Nov 1st Ali: 👌👌 clearly the LDN ones are more receptive because they're vicious 'round here with their 👜s and I'm only trying to give them the tea they ordered Ali: if ANYONE should advocate for Christmas not dragging, like Tommy: it's Irish dancing or fuck all back there, 365 🌧 or ⛅ Tommy: little girls scam every bit of that trade Ali: ironic when it's catch these hands in every other aspect Ali: so you'll fit right in, eh Ali: feel traumatised yet? Tommy: I'll do my best, as ever Ali: 🤴 Ali: meanwhile ma will have to make do with whatever IOU present I can knock up Ali: maybe I'll babysit, that's never not gonna work Tommy: she was on about going out 🍽 wasn't she? Tommy: Carls will never not be down either Ali: get him to make her a cake Ali: sorted Ali: providing he washes his hands...a full hose down may be necessary actually Tommy: she's survived the 🧁 he brings back from school & we've all seen the state of him at day's end Ali: yeah, cheers for the immunity boost little 🦠 Ali: fair, I'm pretty sure we put some weird and wonderful things into our bakes at his age and no one died Ali: Laoise nearly but you know Tommy: close but no 🚬 Tommy: typical of that bitch Ali: sure a 🙏 was said to finish the job at mass Tommy: if you see her ma mascara running in an lbd, I demand to be the first to know Ali: I'll pap her in her time of distress, it's fine Ali: I can hide up trees for HOURS if needs must Tommy: I'm not above piggybacking on the 'tragedy' to get better grades or a hol Tommy: do your part, like Ali: she won't fall for 🍄 again Ali: her brother might if Ro puts 'em in her gob Tommy: 💞 Ali: more of a mood than without Ali: add a little danger Tommy: she'd appreciate the drama more than anything he could ever do Ali: 💔 Tommy: nah, we're not shipping that Tommy: not today Ali: You gotta make some bad decisions before you make the right ones Tommy: a bad decision was the colour of her 👗 Tommy: the last thing that girl needs is a boy right now Ali: Okay you can't come for anyone vis a vis colour, boy Ali: even if I still see it when I close my eyes after however many weeks sewing Ali: but you may have a point re. a boy Ali: just, some socialisation wouldn't hurt Ali: and as far as they go, he's harmless Tommy: 'Course I do, she can barely exist in front of us Tommy: if they went on a date, what's she gonna do, order a glass of water? Ali: like you haven't seen her fake eat a plate of food Ali: it's only noticeable to all us that she's not actually putting any in her mouth Tommy: 🔮✨ Tommy: if he's TRULY harmless he don't deserve to be harmed by her attitude Tommy: which anyone else not bound by family love & loyalty would call something loads harsher Ali: Don't Ali: I feel bad enough for Meena sometimes Tommy: @ Carly too & we all know it Ali: Yeah, Carly can handle it though, she's mostly unphased even if it is a total thing 🙄 Tommy: She's a 👸😇 I doubt Kayne is that pure of ❤️ or intentions tbh Tommy: & Meena can handle anything so Ali: he's deffo a virgin though Ali: which yes, makes for more desperation, but he can't be that forceful if he dunno what he wants, you know Ali: yeah but God knows why she wants to come 'round here and get more of it at times Tommy: No shit, Kit but everyone's seen a porno, it's not the 70s Tommy: dress for it all you like Tommy: maybe she wants to get out of her own 🏡 Ali: everyone also knows it's bullshit Ali: whatever else she's got that much about her Tommy: does he though? Tommy: all I'm saying Ali: either way, it isn't like she's going to have a miraculous change of heart Ali: we all saw how well it went Tommy: Yeah but what if it makes her heart set on finding someone else to play 🤴 Tommy: you'd know better than me what goes on in her head Ali: She's 15, I don't see how any of us can say or do anything to stop her if that's what she does want Tommy: 15 technically Tommy: 🤷 Ali: If we can't make her eat, you know Ali: what hope do we have for anything beyond that Tommy: 0 Tommy: & it's fucked Ali: Yep Ali: but it's not as if that bombshell has only just been dropped, I guess Ali: we'll carry on doing what we can Tommy: 🔮✨ Ali: ✌💚

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