#oh crap im supposed to working

[tngbabe]

My new office clock hung up! Go, my Georgia Bull Dawgs!!!!

[askthestans]

Hey Stan, can you tell us stories about your brother Sherman being a total square?

Stan and Ford: At the same time. You mean Square-mie?

Both of them laugh, not in a harsh way, but the kind of lighthearted chuckles that usually come from one sibling teasing another. It's obvious they love their older brother, but... like most siblings, they'll always jump on a chance to make fun of one another.

Stan: Oh, he always hated that nickname! Look, Anon, lemme first introduce ya to the official scale of Pines fun-ness. At the top, there's me, for obvious reasons. Second best is Mabel, also for obvious reasons. And... He pauses, putting his hand to his chin. Damn, I gotta say, I think Ford's next-

Ford: I am as much of an adventurer as I am a scientist.

Stan: Yeah, definitely Ford, despite his dorkiness and obsession with... He gestures at Ford's honors and trophies for grades and intelligence related successes from childhood. That garbage. Good grades and other crap. And then-

Ford: Definitely our nephew, Dipper and Mabel's father. Works in IT, very smart, has a little bit more of Mabel's fun-loving nature. But far less adventurous than you or I. You and I could never live a boring suburban life like he does.

Stan: Grinning. Then, near the very bottom, you've got Dipper. No offense to the kid, but he's Ford's smarts but minus Ford's rebel streak. Walkin' wet blanket at times, always askin' how many laws we're breakin' while we're out havin' fun... although me and Ford are teachin' 'im to grow past it, as much as his parents will let us corrupt 'im. But he at least likes to have fun, I'll give 'im that. So that leaves us at-

Ford: Way at the very bottom of the Pines fun-ness scale, you have... Square-mie. He coughs. Shermie, sorry.

Both men howl with snorts and laughter again, barely able to explain why.

Stan: Wiping a tear from his eye, wheezing a bit. Okay, okay, Anon, picture this: take Dipper and his dad's wet blanket crap and crank it up to 1000. This guy? Our brother? Good ol' Saint Sherm? Guy's never even had a parking ticket his entire life! He won't even jaywalk! He never goes even one mile per hour above the speed limit! He's like the human equivalent of white bread. Of unflavored oatmeal. Got average grades, got a boring old suburban house with a literal white picket fence, had an average job-

Ford: Shudders. I have no idea how he worked as an IRS accountant for decades.

Stan: Ugh, don't remind me. He's always barkin' at me. "Stan, you pay your taxes yet this year?" this. "Stan, you need to contribute to your civic duty.", that. Cripes, ol' Sherm is like the anti-Pines. A Pines is supposed to laugh in the face of rules and authority. This guy huffs whatever authority's smokin' like he's part of a cult. Even when we were kids, he'd always do chores even when he wasn't asked. Kept his room clean as a whistle. Barked at me to do my homework and foiled our pranks when he could. Pure goody two shoes, so much he'd make an angel blush. I think all of our Ma's rebellion genes went to us, and Pa's strictness went to Sherm.

Ford: Yes, so after I returned and we explained to him what had happened, he...

Both men fall into a snicker fest again, unsure who will stop laughing first long enough to tell the story.

Stan: Holy mackerel, he... he... Snort. Picture Dipper at, like, seventy years old, but with an even bigger stick up his ass and even less muscles somehow. Gets told this long, convoluted as hell tale about me fakin' my death and pretendin' to be Ford for three decades, Ford gettin' lost in sci-fi sideburn land for just as long, the world almost ending with Sherm's grandkids along for the ride... just mind bendin' stuff... and the first words outta his mouth... and for reference, this guy never swears, and he never has thrown a punch at anyone... he's so square he's a cube! But he just says...

He wheezes, so Ford has to finish the story.

Ford: Snort. He raises his voice a bit, likely to mimic Shermie's. "I just knew I shoulda kicked your asses more when we were kids."

The two howl and cackle with laughter, leaning on each other for support.

Stan: And then he just... walked away, out his door, down the street to the gas station, bought beer for the - and I'm not kidding - the first time in his life, and sat back down in his old man chair and faced us as we just stood there, gobsmacked, while he cracked one open and drank it with an expression like a man betrayed. And he said-

Ford: "You two knuckleheads are lucky I'm even older than you, 'cause if I wasn't, I'd plant my loafer up your ass! You're gonna sit down, shut up, and let me drink this crap while I process whatever the f*ck I just heard and how many goddamn taxes you owe. And then maybe I'll think about huggin' your sorry asses."

More laughing.

Stan: I'm not sure if he was more mad about the taxes, or the fact that I'd faked my death all those years ago, or... the world ending part where Dipper and Mabes coulda been hurt... or maybe because we drove him to drink and swear and threaten someone for the first time in his whole goddamn life, all in the same day, he... Chuckles. He never really said. All I know is, is I don't think I've ever had my jaw that close to the floor in my life.

Ford: Honestly, I think we just kind of... broke him. Even still, I think he blew our minds more than we blew his.

Stan: He laughs a bit more, then shakes his head. Pfft, can you imagine Sherm kickin' our asses, anyway? He'd probably gently nudge one of our shins and give up. He's too nice for anything worse. That's the thing with our brother: he may be boring as sin, but... he's a good guy.

Ford: He always protected us from bullies when we were kids. Carried us home whenever we sprained an ankle or broke a bone.

Stan: And bought us ice cream whenever we asked, and fixed our bikes, and patched us up, scared the "monsters" outta our closet, and taught us most of what we know. Kind of like a second Dad, honestly, and one a lot less grumpy. A bit more somber. And he helped our parents out in their old age when we weren't around, until the... well, you know. 'Til the end.

Ford: His smile fades, then he sighs, expression a bit bittersweet. And he did actually hug us.

Stan: He scratches the back of his head, a bit embarrassed, but smiling fondly. For three hours straight.

[six-eyed-samurai]

Hi I was wondering if you could do a amajiki x reader where reader is on her period and has really bad cramps and mood swings and amajiki has to ask mirio and nejire for advice

SUMMARY: Very apologetically Tamaki has no idea how to handle your shark week, so Mirio and Nejire are here to help him out! A/N: Very apologetically I too am not sure if things were accurate I'M SORRY I DON'T EXPERIENCE THIS so I'm literally trying to remember what my ex gf was like FORGIVE ME ALSO FOR BEING SO LATE I HAD TO STOP HALFWAY BECAUSE OF EXAMS WARNINGS: Fem!Reader, period, maybe inaccuracies (refer to above)

🌸Let’s set the scene.

🌸Please pity him. It was in the middle of a cafe date that suddenly you stopped slurping your drink, freezing with a funny expression and your waffle piece halfway to your mouth. Obviously Tamaki’s voice peters out and away as he sinks into his jacket….oh crap, did he say something wrong? Maybe his breath smells bad?

🌸Then you ask to borrow his jacket. He gives it over, relieved, thinking you must’ve just been cold or something - wait, why are you tying it around your waist and heading to the toilet?

🌸When you finally come back out you awkwardly ask to cut the date short with much apologies, but you really wanted to head back and change….why? Oh right, your period kind of….leaked.

🌸”….”

🌸”Sure, sure! All’s to worry, not to fine!” Tamaki’s just happy it isn’t because of him - it’s your third date after a year of hopelessly pining and finally using up all the courage he had in this lifetime to confess and ask you out.

🌸Then it actually hits him.

🌸Silly boy’s even more panicked than you are, and YOU’RE The one on your period. It’s mostly because he wants to help you cover up and not have the date ruined but he has no idea how, not having much experience in this - come to think of it, Nejire never brought up her period with him and Mirio, so honestly he had no idea what he was doing.

🌸Hell, he’s suddenly forgotten how the menstruation cycle works - where did all those science lessons go??? Help???

🌸You have to assure him it’s not a big deal, his jacket is enough, could he help get a doggy bag for the waffles and get the drinks though?

🌸After he drops you off by your dorm Tamaki is immediately whipping out his phone and googling about periods, but it’s only explaining to him why and how it happens…wait, you’ll get mood swings, headaches, loss of appetite, lethargy and cramps? And girls go through this every month?

🌸That sounds worse than a villain attack; Tamaki’s respect for you probably broke the meter.

🌸He’s gonna be the supportive boyfriend! This is his chance to show you you didn’t make any mistake in choosing the quiet weirdo to be your partner! Tamaki nods, trying to hype himself up.

🌸Problem is…what is he supposed to do…

🌸Nejire and Mirio are more than happy to play wingmen once more, of course!

🌸All his plans collapse when you didn’t show up in class the next day however. Not only that, you’re pretty dry when he texts you and you’re - you’re ending the conversation first?!

🌸*>>sry im not feeling my best rn and dont wanna take it out on you*

🌸*>>ill talk to you ltr?*

🌸Tamaki ends up overthinking as usual, picking away at his lunch so obviously, leading to Mirio and Nejire’s interrogation and him spilling his guts. He wants to go check on you to see if you’re fine, but do YOU want him to go check on you?

🌸Nejire scoffs and tells him of course you’d want him to check on you! Girls could get clingy on their periods, of course you’d appreciate it if he came over…hey, you both could always do a stay at home date, nothing fancy! You’d surely be up for movies to cheer you up - Nejire would gladly lend Tamaki her account, no payment required.

🌸What’s he supposed to do? Nejire’s winking not so subtly as she slyly suggests cuddling under blankets with - oops, he looks like he’s about to faint now. No surprise, Tamaki nearly had a heart attack when you both first brushed fingers.

🌸Tamaki’s social anxiety having him debating between being the object everyone in the corridor must surely be gawking at or running somewhere far far away? No worries either, Mirio’s there to stop him from getting a concussion slamming his head against the wall.

🌸Mirio helpfully knocks very loudly on your door, calling out Tamaki’s name when your groggy voice drifts out. He gives his stunned, dark-haired friend a thumbs up and shoves a box of chocolates into his arms, mouthing “give this to her!” before taking off.

🌸Regrettably Tamaki’s first words to you were not…er…

🌸”You look terrible.”

🌸Immediately Tamaki backtracked, yelping about how it was probably the dim lighting that made him see things wonky, he’s SORRY, he didn’t mean it he was just surprised, please FORGIVE him, uh, uh, please have this box of chocolates as apology! 🌸Oh dear, he’s just too cutely flustered to be mad at, so you accept the box (thrown at you accidentally) with a hoarse laugh, self-consciously trying to smooth down your mussed hair and wrinkled sleeping clothes, asking what brought him here.

🌸Tamaki didn’t miss the way your arm was wrapped around your abdomen, or the way your eyes were a little screwed up from the pain and sleepiness, but he decided to go ahead and ask anyway if you were okay and why you didn’t show up to class today.

🌸Awkwardly you explain your cramps were really bad and after going to Recovery Girl she decided you were better off resting than doing anything physical for the day, admitting you probably shouldn’t have succumbed to the temptations of cold boba the other day.

🌸”Can….can I…can I stay with you? I brought a movie and uh, chocolate and I can bring blankets we could make a fort if you’re not too mad at me-”

🌸”Mad at you?” You tilted your head, surprised and confused. “Why would I be…oh. Is it about our earlier texts?”

🌸He nods, and you reach out to take his hand comfortingly. “Dummy, I know it’s probably a lot for you, but no matter how bad my mood swings are, I’d never get mad at you, alright?”

🌸Tamaki must have some real good karma from his past life to deserve an angel like you.

🌸”So…about that movie date?”

🌸The next day Mirio and Nejire eagerly await news of what had transpired; Tamaki hides his face when you grin brightly and say “I wouldn’t mind having cramps that bad again if he’ll come and cuddle me like that.”

[harufluff]

things enhypen say

warnings - minor cursing

genre - fluff, enhypen x gn!reader, established relationship au

wc - about 100 words per member.

reblogs and comments are highly appreciated.

bolded is reader - txt version

yang jungwon

"y'know, i feel happier when i'm with you."

"i like how your eyes twinkle." "twinkle?" "mhm, they shine like stars."

"what was your favorite part of the day?" "all of it with you."

"YOII" "what?" "nothing..."

"i'm just gonna steal these...thank you..."

"you're like my pillow. nice and soft."

"i think my parents will like you." "really?" "uhmm alrigh- OW"

lee heeseung

"wanna come play with me and the boys?"

"why do you look so emo?" "what? i always dress like this." "yea. emo." "you're the one dating an emo then."

"you're stupid." "yea i know." "well now i feel bad. ok you're really smart, and cute"

"it's time to wake up, the earth says hello"

"you can go to bed if you want? no?? ok then, you can stay here."

"your finger is so cute." "what the heck hee." "what!! its true!!"

park jay

"crap i'm in love." "my ramyeon is good, right?" "with you." "..." "*chuckles*"

"is my brain playing tricks on me, or are you actually this pretty?" "you're so cheesy...i am this pretty"

"gold or silver wedding band. what do you think?"

"let's move in together"

"if i die, what would you do?" "die." "NO"

"thank you for not making fun of me like the boys do."

sim jake

"c'mon smile, or don't whatever you want. youre pretty anyway."

"why are you looking at me?" "it's impossible to look away."

"don't be a stranger, ok?"

"is that my shirt?!" "uhm, yea?" "wait no!- just keep it."

"pinky swear you'll stay?"

"cmere, you!! give me a damn kiss already!!"

park sunghoon

"i think im different with you than with the boys..." "oh really?" "mhm. its like i'm a rock with them, and i'm cotton candy with you."

"feels like the first time."

"thank you." "for what?" "just for being here"

"stop that, you're making me blush. i look weird when my face is red" "you look adorable when your face is red" "shut up"

"cuddle attack!!" "oh fuck"

"why aren't we dating?" "WERE NOT DATING???!!" "no we are i was just wondering why we didn't before, cause i was head over heels for you since day one."

"i love you." "i love me too."

kim sunoo

"there it is!! there's my favorite smile!!"

"wake up sleepyhead. its time for a new day with your lovely boyfriend"

"i feel comfortable with you." "why is that?" "because i can be myself. i don't have to act a certain way or anything. i'm just me."

"i like your pj's" "thanks!! they're yours..." "well not anymore. now they're yours."

"mint chocolate or me." "mint chocolate." "thats what I thought." "WAIT WHAT- YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE OFFENDED AND I COMFORT YOU WITH HUGS AND KISSES"

"let's make a fort, the watch movies together, and then eat ice cream."

nishimura riki

"hugs" "hugs what?" "hugs please"

"your voice is like music to me." "that's so cheesy." "i know, jake hyung told me to say it to you."

"c'mon it'll be fun!!"

"lets go get bungeoppang together." "can we hold hands?" "that was a given."

"were literally a cliche. nerd in love with popular." "I'M NOT A NERD" "i never said you were the nerd." “ohhhhhhh…that’s sweet, my nerd”

"stay for a while. it hasn't been that long." "it's been 5 hours" "not long enough."

©Harufluff 2023 | Do not copy, repost, or claim any of my works.

[bestofmultiverse]

I see heaven (crush me)

Chapter 1: I'm a masochist , rip out my guts. (Crush - Fletcher)

Words : 6k +

read on ao3

My calex account- @calex-in-subtext

Casey was stressed, to say a least, it wasn't even the end of the first week of her Harvard college career and she was already STRESSED

In between softball (thank's god for the existence of scholarships), her tons of homework (literally, it's been a week??) and her ability to get lost everywhere because her sense of direction is crap.

She was stressed.

The redhead ran, not walked, RAN to her next class, Criminal Law and Procedure, in the speed of light, already 10 minutes late into her first class in this course and she was dreading it.

Professor cabot wasn't known for being forgiving, probably the reason she was called 'the ice queen' behind her back

Casey walked into the room, finally, hoping to not get too much attention by either her professor or peers, but just for her luck, she got into the room just in the middle of the blonde's interdiction, and got herself a good understanding why everyone else were terrified by the woman.

The woman was gorgeous, like in a sculpture kind of way, high cheekbones, blue eyes and blonde hair in a neat updo.

Casey was terrified.

The blonde's head shot to the door the moment she heard it opening.

If looks could kill cassandra novak would've been dead, she was absolutely certain.

"Give me one reason why should i let you into my class"

The professor said. Not a hint of warmth in her tone.

Shit.

"Im sorry, i got lost on the way here" casey explained, eyes wide open.

She was grateful her voice didn't crack.

"It wont happen again"

Professed cabot looked at casey momentarily, seems to try and decide how to proceed before she looked at the other students.

"As i was saying, before you interrupted, there's a few things i will not tolerate, and lateness is definitely standing somewhere in the top of the list.

Can you guess why's that? If you'll answer correctly i might let you into the class"

The Professor said.

Casey looked at her classmates desperately.

"Because it's disrespectful?"

She asked

The blonde stared at her for a second longer before she she fixed her glasses on her nose and looked at another student, a short haired brunette on the first row.

"Miss benson"

The pretty looking brunette looked at Casey with a small knowing smirk.

Oh no,

Casey thought.

"Because, as lawyers, time's meaning is crucial especially in court."

Professor Cabot nodded at the brunette before looking back at casey. Who was busy glaring at her peer.

"And rightfully so. 10 minutes late might be the line between a criminal's conviction to freedom."

Casey gulped.

"What's your name?"

"Casey- Cassandra novak" casey said

The professor nodded curtly

"Miss novak. You should take this little chat into consideration, i will see you next class, hopefully on time"

Casey's eyebrows farrowed in frustration, she huffed before nodding at her professor and leaving the class, half embarrassed, half annoyed and mostly frustrated.

What the hell is wrong with this woman.

How is she supposed to get the homework she will surly miss. She knows absolutely no one in this class.

After taking a stroll around the campus for 30 more minutes she decided to go back to class, her classmates will be finishing their class and she might get to talk to one of them and catch up with the class.

Professor cabot didn't deem like the kind of woman to forgive missing out on school work and god bless Casey's soul she both wanted to get good grades, and desperately needed to pass this class if she wanted to be an attorney.

Unfortunately for casey, most her peers had already left the class and the others wouldn't bother to even look in her direction.

Assholes.

So she put on her big girls pants and walked back into the classroom she noticed that the professor was occupied in a conversation with a few students, one of them was the brunette from earlier, something benson, so she waited on the side. Not interrupting their ass kissing session.

When the three students left the room, they passed by casey, the brunette scanning her over with a judgmental smile

That damn bitch, casey thought

"Miss novak"

Casey looked away from the smirking brunette to meet blue eyes.

The blonde's stare was intimidating and casey felt herself shrinking, trying to keep herself upright under her gaze.

"Yes, i don't want to bother you on your break i just wanted to see what i missed in class"

The professor nodded at her before taking a piece of sheet from a drawer and handing it over to her.

"Not much material, just the syllabus and the class expectations, luckily for you, you didn't miss much.

I believe you learned from your mistake?"

The blonde gaze pierced casey, and as intimidating it was, she somehow managed to fond the woman a bit impressing.

A real fucking lawyer.

"It won't happen again" casey said with confidence.

Trying to make it look as if she wasn't just silently praying that this whole ordeal will end.

Casey was genuinely a pretty punctual person, and a damn good student, and she needed this cold, hard demeanor professor to know that as well.

"Good" the blonde nodded at her as she fixed her black rimed glasses.

"Anything else?" She asked with a ghost of a knowing smile.

Or casey imagined.

"Nothing more, thank you" casey said politely and left the room.

--

It wasn't long since that first class before casey decided that she didn't actually hated Professor Cabot.

She wasn't the biggest fan of the woman, mostly because she didn't show many emotions- and it was weird, but was still desperately trying to stay on her better side, especially now that casey understood why benson and her friends tried to kiss the woman's ass.

After half an hour of internet stoking, she found out the professor wasn't just incredibly good at her teaching job, but she was also a damn good lawyer and apparently worked at some point alongside the police department to put the most horrible murderers and rapist behind bars with conviction rate of 97% .

Which was insane, that woman never lose.

Casey decided she wanted to be the top of her class, both because she needed to, and also she would've loved to see the look on benson's face when she will.

And maybe because she wanted the older woman's approval.

Unfortunately for casey, who grew up in a middle class family with 3 more siblings, she needed to work, hard in every aspect of life.

There was the fact she had other classes to drown at (and work hard to keep herself at the top), she had softball practices that kicked her ass multiple times a week- and thankfully so because that was the reason she even got a scholarship in the first place.

And on top of this she also had a few shifts a week, making coffee and get embarrassed by doing so to her classmates, that probably never worked for a living a day in their lives, and even a few professors.

Never professor cabot. Tho.

She was exhausted and it's been 3 months into the school year.

On the brighter side of things, casey's roommate george was a sweetheart.

They rented a small (so small) apartment near campus, and it was by far the favorite experience she had in college aside from softball.

After the two officially finished their last test for the quarter , they desperately wanted to do something fun

Plus, her softball teammates kept nagging her about not going to their parties.

And that's how casey found herself spending her Thursday evening getting drunk in some party of someone she knew absolutely nothing about,

although she had classes the next day, they weren't morning classes and she was absolutely optimistic she will manage to get there.

Unfortunately for casey, she forgot how easy it was for her to get drunk, and she got hammered. Hard. And it happened way too earlier than excruciating so it wasn't even 12 am and she was already hammered outside the party, smoking a cigarette and wondering how the fuck she was getting back home.

George, god bless his soul, was having the time of his life, flirting his way into some closeted fratboy pants and her softball friends were chugging on beers and making out with strangers (and each other) without a care in the world.

10 minutes later casey decided she wasn't feeling it anymore, and decided to start the 15 minute walk back to her place so she could , hopefully, sleep the alcohol off.

And so it happens that in the same neighborhood her friends were celebrating their youth, a few blocks away, a certain blonde professor was getting out of a fancy jeep, and being kissed by another.

Casey was trying not to stare, fucking really, but you have to understand,

Casey was very drunk

Like, VERY

And even if professor cabot could've been terrifying, she was a beautiful woman, especially now, in a tight blue dress, hair falling on her shoulders and long, long legs in sight, and especially kissing a woman.

Unfortunately for casey, as much as she would want to say how charming she is, dashing and even mysterious, she was pissed out her mind.

Therefore, right when the stranger was going to deepen the kiss, casey found herself falling down, hands down, and basically smeared on the floor.

A groggy "aw" leaving her mouth,

Alex broken the kiss in a second and looked away from her date, to find not far away from her, a familiar face, pushing herself back up, as if she didn't just fell down and not just scratched both her hands and knees but also hit her face.

Now, as comically it might sound (and it does) that shit hurt like a bitch, and casey was mortified when she looked at her bloody hands.

Her nose was bleeding.

"Miss novak, is that you?"

Casey froze

Oh fuck.

The brunette looked at her date confused

"You know her?"

"A student of mine, i had a lovely evening. will you excuse me?" She hurriedly said to her date, before the other woman could even respond the blonde was already marching towards the drunk woman.

"Are you alright?" The blonde asked softly, worried.

Casey didn't know what she was expecting, definitely not the softness of alex cabot's hands on her cheek, observing her face worriedly.

"Peachy"

It was definitely not.

"I think you broke your nose" alex said

"No shit" casey muttered

"What did you say?"

Alex wasn't even mad, she could see the woman wasn't just drunk but also in absolute shock so she let it slide.

Casey was a good girl after all.

And also, alex figured it was the shock from the fall,

Casey wouldn't admit for the world but the biggest shock was still the sight of her professor in this damn dress.

"Nothing,

i should go"

The redhead said hurriedly before trying to escape the scene.

"You need to see a doctor" alex said and casey eyes widened

"No no I'm fine its just a scratch"

"Cassandra your nose is broken"

Casey heart flutter

Cassandra was indeed her name, as her ID could prove, but she was never called cassandra by anyone who wasn't her mother when she got angry.

Alex saying her name unlocked a weird flutter in her stomach.

"Come, ill give you a ride, i don't trust that you'll be smart enough to get there on your own"

"Im smart, i have the best grades in your class" casey argued cockily and alex rolled her eyes half heartedly

"Lets go novak, we don't have the whole night"

The ER wasn't very full, luckily for the pair- that genuinely looked out if place, alex with a beautiful evening dress and casey with a small party top- so the all ordeal hadn't taken long.

The redhead sobered up, alex made her drink as much water she could physically absorb, the redhead took each one of the cups with bravery even when she felt she might vomit. (She was also terrified of eye contact with the older woman)

"Cassandra novak"

The nurse called and casey got up.

She hated doctors and the thought of going in alone terrified her - she was obviously not going yo asked her professor to come in with her- and alex picked on that up pretty quickly so she got up as well.

Giving the younger woman an encouraging smile.

"As fast as we'll go in, the fest you'll be out of there"

Alex said confidently before walking towards the doctor's office.

Alex was right.

of course.

At the end of it, hours afterwards casey found herself asleep in alex's passenger sit, bandaged on her nose and hands - who apparently suffered a lot as well, and a few marvel band aids scattered on her knees.

She was a sight. Alex decided.

If you'd ask the older woman, she wouldn't admit it, but that evening was probably the first time she got to look at the other woman properly, and even with a fucked up bloody nose and scratched, she had to admit that cassandra novak was indeed a pretty woman.

She also got to see the younger woman in a different light,

They were obviously still very much in the professor student territory, but alex couldn't be apathetic to the younger woman distress and it showed.

She even held casey's hand for a few seconds as the doctor treated her nose.

Casey looked like she might faint by the gesture.

Alex never wanted to see casey in this state again.

She never wanted people to suffer, not including actual bad people, but this time it felt different.

Alex told herself that it's because cassandra novak was her favorite student, not that she'll ever admit that to anyone, and not because she looked vulnerable and she wanted to keep her safe from harm.

Casey was still passed out, and alex was overthinking as usual - And then they arrived to casey's apartment.

Alex tried not to wrinkle her nose when she looked around, she knew she had expensive taste, she could afford it even if she wasn't working, with her family's fortune, but she still found the area a bit alarming and she wasn't thrilled being there - or dropping casey's there.

(The neighborhood was okay, decent looking, alex was just being a spoiled brat.)

Thankfully for alex, casey woke up when the car stopped, because god save the older's woman anxiety, she had no idea how to wake casey up without making this a lot more awkward for both.

She already felt like she crossed a line when she held her hand in the ER.

"Thank you, honestly, it's embarrassing you had to see me going through that. Let along had to go through it with me, im sorry for ruining your.. um evening.. , and um, thanks again"

Casey was biting her lip awkwardly, cheeks red.

She looked cute.

Alex noticed casey's tone change slightly as she said evening, she was going to say something else, for certain.

Date.

Alex should text her date, apologize for hurrying off.

She would've probably be in a very different situation with a very different woman if casey wasn't there.

Sadly she couldn't get herself to be bothered by that as much as she probably should be.

"Im glad i was there, nothing to apologize for cassandra, i promise." The blonde said. She let herself smile at casey, not for the first time tonight, she found it a bit hard to hide and it was only the two of them, so they'll be alright.

Casey smiled brightly- then winced because her nose was kicking her ass, before she got out of the car.

"Good night, see you tomorrow"

"Don't come to class tomorrow, im giving you a pass, cassandra. Ill email you the homework, just use this long weekend to rest and take your antibiotics, good night"

Alex said before driving away.l

Casey smiled softly to herself.

--

Casey did went to class the day afterwards, and obviously a few classmates just had to share a joke or two (olivia fucking benson) but overall she managed.

It was all worth it when she saw alex looking at her, half surprised- half impressed, from behind her black glasses.

A while had passed since that evening and apart from people genuinely laughing at casey's clumsiness nothing interesting happened afterwards .

Of course, no one knew the length of the situation, they all just knew she was clumsy and fell and went to the ER afterwards and that was it.

But casey couldn't forget that, as drunk as she was,

Alex was clearly a good person, and casey was genuinely surprised by the reaction she received by the professor- who could still terrify a whole class with one gaze- and in a way it made her feel better, knowing she got to see that different side of alex.

She didn't felt much different in class after that.

The professor acted as professional as always, but still casey noticed she started to look at the older woman differently.

And she felt the same from the older woman as well.

She found alex impressing since pretty early in her academic career, but now she found herself drawn to the older woman on a different level.

She wanted to get closer to her, literally, to sit first row in class, to have a conversation with her outside of class, even if its just 5 minutes and about homework, and to actually get to know her.

She even started coming to class a few minutes early just to catch alex's raised eyebrow and a small smile.

She was the only one to get these reactions, and it made her happy.

Sometimes they even engage in a random small talk.

( "How was your weekend?"

"Pretty decent, yours?

Its seems you had an interesting one"

Casey had a few scratches on her face

"Fell from a tree"casey explains as if it made sense

"Okay then" alex would've chucked.

Other times;

"Do you like books?"

"About law?.."

"No, books in general"

"I do, read a lot of fantasy, have a soft sport for harry potter"

"Make sense"

casey still have no idea if it was a good reaction

Their most remarkable before class conversation was they day casey walked in angry, 15 minutes before anyone arrived.

She was pissed and genuinely exhausted and sat quietly in her sit, alex who got used to seeing casey's cheery- almost bubbly smile- was taken back by that.

"What happened?" The blonde asked, she barely even looked at casey, her nose stuck in files.

"Everything fine"

"You're a horrible liar, cassandra"

Fuck off

"I don't feel like talking about it"

"I wont pressure you into talking, but i think you should"

Casey's eyes filled up with tears and she bit her lip to hold herself from breaking down.

"Just a huge blowout with my father, that catholic asshole"

Alex got up from her sit, files forgotten, and set next to casey, tissues in hand.

She was absolutely certain she knew the nature of the other woman's outburst

Alex didn't press, just put her hand on casey's shoulder, squeezing it softly a few times for comfort.

Casey looked at alex, green eyes bloody and dull, alex hated that.

"He disowned me, basically, he found out i liked a woman and it didn't go well" she chuckled darkly.

"He didn't even let me know that, he just stone cold shut me out, my mom haven't contacted me as well, i learned about that from my sister"

"Im so sorry casey, you don't deserve this."

Alex called casey by her name and casey was so occupied with her frustration that she couldn't even be bothered about it.

No one deserves to be treated this way, regardless of their sexual preference or orientation, and alex felt so mad about that.

Alex was lucky, She knew, her parents were accepting when she came out to them.

Partly because they didn't have much choice, She was an only daughter- their legacy, And generally their biggest achievement (her mom's words, not hers)

Casey sniffled and used alex's tissue to get rid of the tears that managed to escape.

"I have nobody"

Im here. Aren't i?

"That's not true, you are loved Cassandra, by people that deserve having you in their lives"

Casey smiled at her softly

"I have a candy somewhere, i think sugar will do some good" alex said and got up.

Casey missed her comforting touch the moment the blonde broke it.

Maybe alex felt it too, because when she returned with a pack of gam she set next to casey again. And onto her hand in a comforting manner.

They stayed like these, talking quietly, until they heard the door open and burst their bubble)

At some point casey found herself genuinely attracted to the woman.

Both on an intellectual level and physically.

It wasn't even surprising to her, the blonde woman was always beautiful in her book, but after seeing the woman in a different light ( and also that fucking dress ) she couldn't shake the thought of the older woman in a different scenarios.

Some more appropriate than others.

A few more months had passed and Casey found herself at the last exams of the year, And also days before the last softball game of the season.

Casey was nervous, she was still the newest blood on the team, and she felt she had a lot to prove, especially to the seniors- who deserved to finished their college career as champions, so she found hers working herself off on both fields and on too of that a worked weekends.

unfortunately for casey she was only human and started to feel the impact of the unhealthy lifestyle she practiced.

Alex noticed all of that.

When casey walked into her morning class she looked like she might fall asleep at any single moment,

Surprisingly, casey managed to stay awake through the entire class - which was two hours long.

Every few minutes alex's eyes will subtly search for casey just to find her sitting upright, taking motes, dark circles under her eyes and pale looking.

When the class finished alex decided to take an approach.

She couldn't help it, really.

She was genuinely worried.

"Miss novak, a moment" alex said as everyone started to put their stuff away,

Casey was absolutely sure she hadn't spaced out during the lecture or forgot to submit some paper, yet she got a bit nervous.

Casey hated the fact the only time she got to see alex's different side was either in glimpses before class or in the fucking ER, she desperately wanted to actually spend time with the older woman and to have a real meaningful conversation with her

"Professor"

Casey said as she walked to the older woman.

The class was empty at this point.

Alex was wearing her hair down, like she did the night they went to the ER and it made casey smile softly, she looked flawless, really.

"How are you handling the stress?"

Alex asked kindly.

Casey didn't see that question coming

"Pardon?"

It was out before Casey's brain managed to comprehend what she was saying

Alex actually chuckled at that.

Not something drastic, but a chuckle nonetheless.

Casey chest felt warm.

"You're doing alright, with your exams? I've heard softball taking a lot of your energy as well"

Alex put her hand on casey's arm, casey decided this is her favorite thing alex did so far.

Especially because the older woman was known in being distant and cold towards most, yet her touch was soft and warm and made casey feel good.

"Yes, but i promise there's nothing to worry about, professor, I'm handling it"

Casey promised

She worked too hard to be where she was at and didn't want her favorite professor (and crush) to think she didn't care enough or put enough effort in her school work.

"I'm absolutely certain you do. I meant in general, I'm well aware there's a lot of stress on you"

Casey stared at alex surprised by her forwardness.

"You look exhausted, Cassandra, I'm a bit worried"

Casey smiled softly at Alex, and got a soft smile in return. Both women felt warm inside.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm a bit behind on sleeping, but at least it's not in the material" she chuckled at her own horrible joke.

Alex squeezed casey's shoulder in encouragement

"You need to rest, its not healthy"

alex always knew this time of the year was stressful, And she saw how it affected students, hell, she was a professor for a while but she was a student as well once upon a time.

Even if she barely showed it, she cared for her students, and just maybe (Definitely), she cared for cassandra novak a little bit (a lot) more.

"I will sleep more, after the game this Friday." Casey promised with a smile.

"And eat"

Alex was absolutely certain the younger woman skipped a few meals, not purposely, but still.

Casey smiled widened, dimples and all.

"You really care" casey realized and alex blushed slightly . Cursing herself for it.

"I care for my students" alex explained and casey looked at her unconvinced

"Oh yes, you're known for this" casey joked

Alex raised her eyebrows knowingly, a mischievous smirk playing on painted lips.

"You should come to the game, i think you might enjoy it"

Alex was absolutely certain she would not- as a person who couldn't care less for sports.

"So i could take you the ER again if something go wrong?"

Only if you'd wear that dress again.

"Im good at softball"

"I once believed you'd be good in walking around the street as well, but look where we are"

Casey wholeheartedly laughed at that,

Their interaction was so easy, sometimes, and casey loved every bit of it.

It felt natural.

"Does that mean you'll be there?"

Alex smiled at Casey's hopeful tone.

"We'll see, miss novak, now go eat something and take a nap"

--

Alex did went to casey's game.

The woman never showed interest in sports in her life and even a few of the other professors who went were surprised to see her there.

When casey saw her from the field she smiled, dimples and all, and alex's heart clutched uncontrollably.

To say Casey looked good in uniform will be the biggest understatement of the century, in alex's book.

Casey was obviously very fit, she could see that even when the younger woman wore jeans or sweatpants and especially with the outfits she wore when they went to the ER - which alex had to stop herself from checking out multiple times,

But this time it was different,

casey was in her element, toned arms flexing every time they gripped on the bet, ginger hair pulled into a long braid and the pants (god bless the person who made softball uniform pants THAT TIGHT) hugging her ass perfectly.

alex believed she might get a aneurysm just from trying to act unfazed by the whole ordeal, luckily for her her train of thoughts got cut off by a family voice.

"Professor cabot"

Alex looked away from away from casey's ass to the general direction she heard the voice coming from.

"Miss benson, how are you?"

In class professor cabot was known as the cold hearted , scary professor, aka the ice queen, but outside she was still very much human, and at the end of the day, it wasn't something she tried to hide, she saw no reason in hiding the fact she was indeed not always a bitch.

But honestly, she liked that her students were a bit scared of her, it kept them motivated.

"Im okay, how about you?

I have to admit professor, i wouldn't have tagged you as a softball fan"

Alex noticed that when she spoke with casey it was easy, even if it wasn't related to class itself, it cane naturally, unfortunately for alex- olivia wasn't casey.

Professor cabot was known to be cold, alexandra cabot was known for being classy, alex was just a very awkward human being.

"I normally don't go but its the end of the season, thought it'll be nice" she answered politely.

The two woman who now stood side by side hadn't noticed casey watching them from the field, cheeks red and hands tightly gripping the bet.

The red head had no idea what they were talking about, and was obviously trying to keep her emotions at bay.

the logical part of her brain understood that alex had more students, but the other one just felt jealous.

Especially because alex and her weren't anything other than student and her professor.

Not really.

The game was over pretty quickly, to alex's surprise

The conversation with Olivia hadn't been long, and even while she politely spoke to the brunette she was still more interested in casey's game.

(And ass)

When they won, and they did, casey was delighted

Her cheeks red and green eyes sparkling with excitement , Her dimples (god, alex had a soft spot for those) showing in full force.

The team was ecstatic, all hugging and shouting and some even kissed, thankfully for alex, casey wasn't one of them, she wouldn't be able to watch her kiss someone.

More than 45 minutes after the game ended most people already left, not alex.

The blonde was standing in the middle of the field, her hands clutching on a varsity jacket with "novak" written on its back.

when casey was leaving the locker room (and searching for her jacket) she noticed the blonde and smiled widely.

Casey was dressed to impress, for sure, black skintight cocktail dress and high hills.

She was going to meet up with George and a few more friends to celebrate.

When the blonde noticed her as well she sent the older woman a wave and walked over to her.

"You're still here"

She tried to ignore the tingly feeling in her stomach when she cached alex's gaze on her.

"I guessed congratulations were in order, and also, you forgot this jacket in class today"

The two smiled at each other, both a bit unsure how to handle the conversation.

Casey took the jacket away from alex's grasp.

Their hands touching briefly.

"I'm happy to see you in one piece, cassandra"

Casey laughed

"Well thank you, i did tried my best"

After moment of silence casey decided to take a shot in the dark.

"I like it when you call me cassandra,

It sounds so much better than miss novak"

"I'll take that into account,

does it bothering you when i call you miss novak?"

"Well no, except every time you call me miss novak makes me feel like I'm being scolded in class"

Alex smirked at that.

Casey will never forget their first meeting, it seems.

"Alright then, cassandra.

in that case, You can call me alex, or alexandra - not in front of your classmates, of course"

Alex took herself by surprise by saying that.

Casey smiled "alex it is"

Alex's phone beeped and she rolled her eyes.

"I have to go, do you have a ride?" Alex asked- Secretly hoping to spend a few more minutes in casey's company.

"I do, my roommate is waiting for me somewhere, we're going to celebrate my victory"

Alex chuckled at that before putting her glasses back on.

"Give me your phone"

Casey gave her the phone with a puzzled expression.

Alex saved her own number in the redhead's contacts under "Alexandra" and pressed dial, to make sure she'll have casey's number as well.

"If you find yourself in a familiar situation as last time, call me, i prefer you don't walk around drunk"

Both knew it wasn't 'right' - it was dangerous territory.

If someone will know about it - even if nothing actually happens- alex integrity will be questioned and she might lose her job.

But alex trusted casey and damn her job, if something will happen to the red head when she could stop that she wont be able to live.

The fact alex knew that and still gave casey her number made casey's heart flutter.

"Thank you, Alex, goodnight" she said and alex smiled again before she turned around and left the field.

A few seconds after the professor left, casey still stood there with the biggest grin until George got to her and put his hand on her shoulder.

"You're ready to go?"

-

Later that night casey was indeed drunk

After some girl tried to kiss her, and another one asked for her number - she politely declined both- she got to conclusion that she's not interested in neither.

George asked her about it, but he had a feeling the woman was genuinely not interested in anyone- well other than her professor- and after seeing them together (when they weren't even aware of his presence) , he couldn't blame his roommate.

At this point in the evening both roommates and their friends were very drunk.

George was having a nice, half drunk, conversation with a guy in the corner- and casey who couldn't be in the heated space anymore went out for a smoke and checked her notifications,

Alexandra: Just making sure you're okay

(When alex sent it she was actually nervous but decided she wanted to remind casey she could talk to her if needed)

Its been 5 minutes since alex sent it and casey was impressed that the older woman was still awake.

Cassandra: Im okay, how about you?

Alex chuckled at the response , she was certain casey was drunk.

Alexandra: Im good, wanted to check on you.

No broken nose or anything?

Cassandra: no trip to the ER is needed.

Alexandra: good, it means you haven't tried walking around by yourself, i presume

Cassandra: excuse you, it was your fault i broke my nose in the first place

Alexandra: meaning?

Shut up casey, the sober part of her brain would've shout if it wasn't clouded by the amount of alcohol she drank

Before she typed a response her phone rang, the blonde's name flashing on the screen

"What does it mean?"

"Nothing" casey responded

"Casey!"

That was new, no cassandra and no miss novak.

Just alex calling her name in her serious tone.

"Why are you even awake? Alex"

Casey breathed, trying to change the subject

"You're trying to deflect" alex was annoyed

"Im not" casey lied

"Im a lawyer, cassandra, don't try to bullshit me"

Casey's breath stoped momentarily when she heard alex curse.

That was a lot more hotter than she expected.

"Pick me up?" She said and gave in to her drunk impulses.

"Send me the adress" alex said before hanging up

Casey went back inside to let her friends know she was leaving with a friend, not before she promised George to let him know she was home

When she got back outside she saw a familiar car, and got in, smiling at Alex.

"Thank you"

"No problem" the older woman said.

She was wearing sweatpants and a t shirt, her hair pulled into a messy bun and had no makeup on.

She looked beautiful , casey thought.

They started the drive in a pretty comfortable silence

"What did you meant, on the phone? How was it my fault you broke your nose?"

Casey took a deep breath.

Shit.

"I meant i was surprised to see you.. like that"

Alex couldn't figure out what casey meant by that even if she tried.

"Cassandra, what?"

"i meant dressed like you were and outside of class.. I thought you looked breathtaking"

Casey whispered and alex breath hitched.

"You're drunk"

"And you're beautiful"

they stopped talking for a few seconds, both stuck in their heads, before alex stopped the car, right outside casey's apartment.

"You cant say that , cassandra, I'm your professor" alex said, before casey would've slipped away from the car.

Casey put her hand on the older woman's cheek.

"Don't you think i know that alex?"

Casey's eyes began to water, she didn't know how to handle the rejection

"I think you're beautiful too"

Alex admitted sadly, painfully even.

She couldn't handle seeing casey, who was normally so confident, reaction.

Especially because alex felt the same way.

They were screwed.

Casey looked at her with farrowed eyes,

"Please don't lie to make me feel better, its just making me feel worse"

Casey bagged

"I don't" alex admitted "you're breathtaking Cassandra, especially in that goddamn dress"

And that was it,

Casey's lips were on alex's.

And as much as alex's logical part of the brain tried to push everything she felt back, it was useless.

She was far gone.

After months of holding back, painful chemistry and effort to keep herself from catching unprofessional feelings, that was it.

The kiss was desperate,

Casey's lips tasted like cheap tequila and pizza, alex's tasted like toothpaste.

Alex's hands tangled in casey's hair, while casey pulled the older woman as close as she could.

"I wanted to do that for so long" casey murmured as they broke apart. Noses inches away from each other.

"I know. So did i" alex admitted, to both herself and casey. "But you know we cant do that, I'm your teacher" she continued and casey pulled her in again.

Alex kissed back instantly

"Im almost 25, a consenting adult, and i fucking want this. No one has to know, i know you want me too, i can feel it"

Alex took off the younger woman's sit belt , and then her own before Casey climbed over the space between them and sat on her lap.

The blonde's hand instantly moved to casey's ass while casey's found themselves wrapped around alex's neck.

Tongues battling for dominance - alex won.

"Come inside" casey said between kisses,

She felt her whole body warming up with anticipation.

"We cant Cassandra, You're drunk" alex said and pulled away painfully.

Her hands climbing up from the redhead's ass to her hair, and cheeks.

"I sobered up" casey argued and alex laughed.

"I want to believe you, but i cant. if we're doing this, we need to do this properly"

Casey groaned before burying her face in alex's neck, kissing her shoulder blade.

Alex sighed softly and casey felt herself getting worked up by the sound alone

"You sure about the waiting part?" Casey whispered as she trailed kisses on the older woman's neck.

Sucking on her pulse point.

Alex's hand pulled casey's hair, by accident, Casey's reaction to it was a small moan and alex had to stop herself from getting the younger girl right there on the steering wheel.

"You should go to bed Cassandra, sleep the alcohol off" alex said and pulled casey from her neck.

It took every ounce of self restraint from her to do so.

"I don't want this to end" casey admitted and looked into alex's blue- who looked at her warmly, a sight she will cherish for the rest of her life.

"Its not a real goodbye, its just for a few hours, i promise"

Alex said and kissed casey's cheek

"You promise?"

"I do"

[bloos-bloo]

Here it is!

The floor was cold, the room dark and silent.

Shamura tried to make a sound. Any sound.

It didn't work. No matter how much they tried, they couldn't move a single muscle.

"Weak. Stupid. Pathetic."

They had to find a way to escape. They had to.

They had to run, or crawl at least. They couldn't stay in Emery's room, they had to tell the others, help them escape, or at least tell them to.

What was that damned sheep going to do to their siblings?

She didn't hesitate before cracking their skull and leaving there on the ground, so why would she refrain from doing something similar, if not worse, to the others?

They had to move.

They had to. Otherwise, who was going to tell the others to run?

Their own blood was slowly dripping onto the floor, some drops going into their eyes since they couldn't even blink.

A small drop of blue liquid tracing its path over their cornea.

Slowly. One at a time. Their bloodwas starting to make a puddle under their head.

...Was it even blood?

They weren't supposed to bleed blue.

Were they...?

That wasn' normal.

Not being able to move wasn't normal either.

They had to...

They....

...

Actually, why were they bleeding?

Why were they on the floor?

Everything felt fuzzy. Their eyes were wet, and they wanted to blink.

It hurted. They eyes were itchy.

They couldn't blink.

They couldn't do anything.

They were just laying on the cold floor in a dark and silent room.

Hoping to be found.

AAAAAAAAAAAA???

HOLY CRAP IM SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS??

ANISHSJSBDJDJDBDJD- KIKOOOO I ADORE THIS! THANK YOU SO MUCH! YOU LITERALLY CAPTURED THEIR THOUGHT PROCESS WHILE THEY WERE LUCID- THEYRE SO SAD- THEY JUST WANTED TO HELP THEIR FAMILY!!

ToyBox Shamuraaaa- oh how much I love you and wanna hold you and squeeze you and throw you against the wall- JAHSOSBDIDBDBDJNS-

You made me so normal :D I will be exploding about this all day- YIPPEEEE YAYAYAYAYYAYAYAYAY THANK YOUUUU!!

[winniewells]

unpopular HOA opinions

*edited to remove ableist language i.e word crazy*

Nina is not an asshole for being bitchy/apprehensive of Joy. Joy wanted her man, like why would Nina be nice??? Be fr

On that note, Fabian is 100% the asshole when it comes to his relationship with Nina and Joy. Mf led Joy on and flirted with her in front of his girlfriend. Nina and Joy should have collectively beat the crap out of them.

Mara is wild and not the moral compass the show paints her to be. Don't get me wrong, I love Mara but oh my god??? She sent pictures of Ms. Robinson and Mick to Mr. Sweet to make it seem like they had an inappropriate relationship and was just like "im sorry lol Mick u deserve better im just a mathlete"

Patricia in season one deserves to be smacked. Like I know that she was being gaslit like crazy, but she bullied the shit out of Nina and she should have paid for it a little bit.

Season three isn't bad because Nina isn't there. It just carries a less serious vibe and is more comedic. The mystery is also being shown to use through Eddie's lens who completely accepts the Osirian status while Nina never wanted to be the Paragon.

Victor had every right to hate Sibuna. Mf worked his whole for this shit only to have it all unraveled by the British knock off Mystery Inc.

Jerome Clarke is an AWFUL human being and he doesn't actually become decent until Mara dumped him. He might be funny but quit acting like he's a genuine person.

I love Jeroy but it SHOULD HAVE BEEN JARA

Amber deserved better.

Patricia is a bad friend for not noticing how badly Joy was hurting and for not helping her transition. Girl got KIDNAPPED dammit quit acting like things are supposed to be normal and don't let your friend act that way.

I love Fabina but they were never going to be endgame

Joy and Nina DESERVED to have a friendship with each other and we were ROBBED

[arttrampbelle]

Shang tsung isn't evil but a product of corruption and the environment that surrounds him. He's not evil in the sense of black n white thinking of morality. Especially from a western,psuedo Christian American perspective that so many people wanna shoehorn him into. (No shade here but im calling it like i see it nrs)

How is he evil when everyone in mortal kombat kills?

Also shao kahn quan chi and shinnok has arguably done worse

And even more so he's worked more with them,and under them(shao Kahn namely) and had no choice but to follow orders. Namely some things sure were aligned in benefit. But truly can you really argue that it was all his doing? No to say so is ignorant and undermining the other villains and antagonists of the series and their own contributions to the story narrative in opposition of protags and other characters.

The most evil is those who hide behind self righteousness and say they are for peace when they are being manipulated by promises of a better realm or timeline(cough fire god liu kang. COUGH)

Like nah guys mk12/mk1 don't make sense even for the narrative they are trying to pull. Shang is wonderful but yall missed the point even tho the storymode sucks and everything about it makes me nauseous, shang tsung shines thru because of what he represents. The story,It falls through the crack simply because of the fact

In mortal kombats chaotic and cruel world. You kill or be killed. You do what it takes to survive. Or be food for the gods. As you are nothing but entertainment for them.

Everyone kills in mortal kombat. So shang tsung killing means fucking nothing and is a moot point. He does it,everyone does it,how is he truly any different than anyone at that point. Thru mortal kombat,a supposedly Divine system,he's doing exactly what he's supposed to be doing. And what his character is designed to do. Period. So killing,moot point and argument.

Im not talking about. MK12/MK1 specifically. Tho that grinds my gears for many other reasons. Im talking shang tsung,overall as a whole as a character thru the 30+yrs the games and mk has been around. These are common arguments for that shang is "tHe EVil OnE" when there's no such thing in mks world. Truly. It's posturing and posing flowery words at that point. Period.

Stealing souls? He has to,to survive. He is cursed by the very gods and mentors that once swore to protect him. But did nothing.

Climbing for power? He does so because he wishes not to rule over. But so he doesn't have to worry about going to bed hungry,to suffer. He wants stability,comfort,and most of all security. A thing that long ago was robbed of him.

See you can't say shit about my man without having many reasons why he's not.

Could he be evil,nasty,and dowright fucking cruel? Oh you bet your ass he could. But does he enjoy it? Not really. He takes no pleasure unless it's out of necessity or you're considered an enemy.

He is no different than a hungry hunter. Trying to find his next meal or the next place of dwelling. Until he finds his true place of being and achieves a stable life.

Like ffs people it's right fucking there fine print and that still,STILL GOES OVER YOUR HEADS!

Like y'all who don't understand nuanced villains WANT him to be stereotypical,y'all want him to be easy to pinpoint. Because that means you dont get to critique your beloved "Heroic" characters. And use your brains,and critically think that maybe,just fucking maybe. Your nice dudes were wrong for once.

In mortal kombats world (if you can call it that because the world building sucks)

It's kill or be killed. Morality be damned. Shang tsung found that out long ago. Hiding behind morals in a world that could care less than about you. Gods that only see you as food,throw away entertainment,etc.

He may have respect for someone who despite all that crap,has some moral backbone. But isn't blind to the truth,it's survival. Dont be a pushover boot licking lapdog. As long as you don't hide behind your self righteousness and "goody goody" attitude. He'll respect that you have a noble heart. In fact,that may make him actually enjoy your company. But dont be a condescending jackass about your morals. And he'll be fine.

Shang tsung is just playing the game that the world is built upon. The rules,the gods,the empires,have made. And plays them well into his advantage.

And y'all pissed he plays it better than you. 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

That my dears is a truly well done villain,antagonist,and just a beautifully complex character.

That's how you do or are supposed to do shang tsung. Period.

*slams hand down on table and leaves*

🔥💯🔥

[carpememes]

10 Minute Power Hour Starters

"You gotta warn me because I was just about to yell 'Remember who made you cum?' and how embarrassing would that shit have been?"

"We've got ____ here. Can you believe it?"

"Alright, shut the fuck up, everybody."

"No, not the stegosaurus!"

"Oh! We're giving samples. I've done this before."

"Can you Urkel your way to a win?"

"I don't love this."

"Glug glug glug, now I'm drunk."

"WOO! Show us how it's done, baby!"

"It's what all the kids on youtube are doing."

"Where is this piece? Did you steal my piece?"

"Bro, I'm killing it."

"Am I right, the youth?"

"You didn't even savor the peelies."

"You just ripped it off like a barbarian."

"Sizzle sizzle, baby bitch."

"It's gonna be really dramatic and cool!"

"I don't want a pumpkin growing in my belly."

"What a fool he is, to get wood confused with food items."

"I told my mom to help me clean it up and she said 'no thank you'."

"___ said I look like the floor of an arcade."

"My heart is beating so fast right now."

"Spin the wheel, you bitch."

"We're visible to lots of people, but it feels great to be truly seen by someone special."

"Well, not like my BEST best friend but he's definitely in that class."

"That's too much plastic crap."

"You look like something they'd serve at 2 in the morning at iHop."

"I feel like i just came back from a mythical creature bukake."

"This is what the ladies are into. A big ol brain horn of goo."

"I'm an ex-man. Which means I used to be a man."

"Yeah you won. Everyone's great. Three people need to go to the hospital but hooray you won."

"Thanks for invalidating my win, dude. I worked hard for this."

"You popped which means you are legally obligated to not stop."

"Please. No laughter."

"I feel you should've said something."

"I has bro! Do you has bro??"

"Well, I think you get double points for that."

"You got a serious buttchin and you need to admit it and use it!"

"YOU DID THIS!"

"We're losin it. We're losin it! ___, we're losin it!"

"This shirt's better now."

"No don't! ___, fucking, god damn it!"

"That was the most legit anger I've heard out of you in so long."

"Why is it filled with chestnuts?! And a lemon!"

"Thanks for celebrating my birthday. This was really fun and not depressing."

"Hold on! I have to do some research."

"Jesus. Reginald. Christ."

"You did it! It's a nightmare."

"What do you think? You think i look sexy?"

"Am i out kissin vandals and vagrants?!"

"Imagine I'm rubbing your thighs."

"I'm going to open a tube of goo now."

"You're a sucky friend!"

"I'm doing all of the colors, you fuck!"

"I know what makes green! Magic and jesus!"

"Oh cool! It looks not that great!"

"It looks like somebody's pancreas exploded over here."

"Anyone wanna be on camera?"

"Drink it, you armadillo."

"Have you witnessed me?"

"Ew, ewww- EEEWWW!"

"Nooo, I don't wanna be the hulk anymore."

"There we go. That's a big boy."

"Are you gonna attack or are you too scared?"

"Admittedly you wield a lot of power that I was not aware of."

"It makes magic fun!"

"That's not what I wanted at all."

"I feel like a cat that just fell in the bathtub."

"YES! Eat the worms!"

"Early 2000s is retro?"

"What is the best time of day to shake a baby?"

"Oh no! It's making the connection that I'm it's mother!"

"We dont have all day. Im becoming sterile wearing these jock straps."

"So you can stick your little emoji faces in here when you write your diary about how much God has betrayed you."

"That is one of the worst shirts I've seen in my life. Put it on."

"What? Oh, I suppose you want to KISS about it?!"

"I dunno. I guess cuz I'm an asshole."

"What do you mean 'is that really what it looks like'? It looks magical!"

"In this world we must all tilt.... But we also a-whirl."

"Look around you. All you see is death and chaos... Here is a kirby."

"Every birthday is like the grim reaper moving one peg on the abacus of your life."

"Everytime I try to solve it i'm just making things worse. Which is just an analogy for my life."

"I was brewin' in the nutsack of an older man."

"It was like having Chuck-e-cheese right in your house."

"The ooze doesn't smell great."

"Parents killed each other to get this thing."

"I threw up a lot more in the 90s than I do now."

"It's about to erase your memory."

"____, Im so sorry, but there's something your mother and I have to tell you."

"It's not your fault! Don't ever think it's your fault!"

[grievedeeply]

the less time the better. pt 8.

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pairing: heimdall x gn!reader

summary: days have passed since the kiss you shared with heimdall, and while you try to figure out what it means for your relationship— the group prepares for war.. and suffers a massive loss.

notes: this chapter is just straight angst. sorry in advance but it was a necessary evil.... ignore any plot holes please..... and also please let me know if you want to be tagged in this series! my taglist is really old and im sure ppl have lost interest, so let me know if you want to be removed as well.

you awoke from your sleep with a jolt. you had never gotten used to the rough feeling of wood pressed against your skin as you slept. even if it was the same material you usually slept on while you were home in midgard, your circumstances were different. back then, you didn't have to worry about a war with one of the most powerful gods in the realms. you only had to worry about what to make for dinner. now, you had much more to think about. including your strange relationship with the god of foresight, heimdall.

a part of you still regretted taking his wrist in your hand that day. it still wasn't that long ago, but you wondered how different things would be now if you hadn't.

the atmosphere was tense in the house. you swore there had been maybe 20 words spoken between everyone. people looked over their shoulder, wary of heimdall's every move. in a way, you couldn't blame them. after all, he was odin's son. the son of the man who had ruined their entire lives, and he had yet to state his side. but he wasn't fighting, either. ever since he had arrived.. you noticed that. he never fought the idea of being used as leverage. after your conversation. you supposed you understood why.

ratatoskr had since found out of heimdall's presence on his tree, and he was less than happy about it. but still, he had remained polite despite his grievances. you did notice how he seemed to be around less, though. you couldn't help but to assume that was due to heimdall.

freyr hadn't gotten any used to him being around, and you didn't think he ever would. he was quieter— less himself. you hated seeing him that way.. but the vote you had made days prior was a fair one. you thought he had trouble seeing him as anything but a member of the family who burned him. he couldn't even see him as leverage.

your father jumped into gear the morning after. he was completely prepared to do whatever was necessary to protect atreus.. and yourself, by extension. you knew little of his time in his homeland. it was something he didn't speak of much, but you did know he killed gods there. he seemed ready to have to do it again, but not at all eager about it.

"none of us are safe, even here." tyr murmured from where he sat at the end of of the table. it was far too small for him, and his knees hit at the wood on the edges, but it was almost a funny sight. "so we have no choice." freya responded simply. "we find surtr, sound gjallarhorn, and bring odin to justice. now."

you glanced uncomfortably over your shoulder at heimdall, who stared blankly at the group from where he stood, leaning against the wall. you watched as his hand fell to the horn on his hip.

"you'd incinerate every soul in asgard and call it self defense?"

"does he ever suggest plans or just crap on everyone elses?" freyr murmured, leaning back against the table in the kitchen.

"the obvious plan is staring you in the face," tyr ignored him, "we don't need odin to use this. we can slip into asgard and do it ourselves, right under his nose. we gain the knowledge we need to shatter his prophecy of war once and for all."

"except— begging your pardon— you don't have a way into asgard." sindri replied.

"they got the big horn, don't they?" brok called out from their working space.

"oh, so you expect them to sneak into asgard blowing a horn that sounds across all the realms?"

"i expect you to bite my blue buttcheek!"

"please. just.. think about it." tyr said.

you watched as atreus sat the mask down on the table. you had let him look at it. he had read the runes, inspected the design.. but nothing seemed to make sense outside of that crack you had told him about that odin had in his basement. your father sat mimir down next to it.

"this mask," he started, picking it up. "the easy answers that it promises. i know this.. shortcuts always have a price."

he turned his focus to you, brows knitted together. this expression that he wore wasn't one you saw often. he was worried. "you have carried it. what do you think?" he asked.

you let out a breath. "i don't know. at best.. it's a chance." you said with a shrug of your shoulders. you didn't know what it was or what it entailed, but you knew it was important to odin. "if nothing else, it's leverage. we have something he wants. if it really gives us all the answers, maybe no one has to die."

"grand. now all we need's a way to asgard." mimir replied simply.

you watched as your father's gaze shifted to tyr, and hesitantly, so did yours. "i know i've been a burden to you all," he started, readjusting himself in the seat, "i know you've questioned why you even pulled me out of that hole. i have too."

he stood, walking around the table. something changed in his stride. you wondered where his sudden boost of confidence seemed to come from. but maybe this was what you needed. "i have too. but it's clear now. this is what i'm needed for. this is my purpose. one last time. i will pick up my spear and.. i will lead us to asgard."

"'scuse me, but if you got a way to asgard, where's that idea been this whole fuckin' while?" brok asked.

"that's.. rather a fair question, brother."

"you.. withheld asgard?" your father asked, pushing himself to his feet. something in his eyes shifted. anger. you recognized that look all too well.

"you would've gotten us all killed. and we needed to give the champion time to find their destiny. here it is." tyr picked up the mask off the table, and you shrunk into yourself. you hated being called the champion. it didn't feel like you, really.

"it's all led to this."

"if we can get inside, i'm going after odin." freya said.

"i will not stop you. we can do both."

"spot on, brother. if the mask doesn't give us an out, we'll still have the drop on him."

"works for me." freyr spoke through his food.

"let's do it, then."

"and quickly, before he sees us coming."

"he does hate surprises."

you looked back over at heimdall, who had silently gotten much closer to you while you were involved in the conversation. he stood a foot or so behind you, brows knitted together. "heimdall," you started, cutting off anyone else from speaking before they even could. "is there.. another way into asgard?"

he looked over at you, then back at tyr. his eyes were filled with something else, something you couldn't exactly pinpoint.

"no." he replied after a pause, staring at the taller god. the rest of the group only stared at him.

"i still wanna hear the details on this, uh, new way to asgard you got. spill it!" brok said after a moment. if anyone knew another way to asgard out of everyone in the room, it would've been heimdall. he wouldn't have lied, would he? was that something he would do to you after everything that happened the other night? you decided not to think about it.

"it's an ancient path. we can't reach it from here." tyr said, moving around brok to continue walking.

"where then?" he pushed, following after him quickly.

"let me collect my things and i'll show you." tyr replied frustratedly. you furrowed your eyebrows together. brok was right. something about this just.. wasn't making sense.

"you ain't got no things. and where you goin' with that mask?" he smacked it out of tyr's hand, and you watched as it went flying. "that belongs to y/n, they earned it! all you done was make passable dirt soup!"

"brok, it's okay." you muttered in an attempt to de-escalate whatever you were watching unfold. "no, it ain't." he responds without missing a beat. "this ain't right. all the pieces ain't weldin' together true. like, what's with him calling you, 'loki,' anyway?" brok asked, turning his gaze to atreus.

now that he had mentioned it.. you had never heard tyr call him atreus. he had only called him loki. the name your mother gave for him to the giants. no one had ever called him loki.

"you know that ain't his name! hey, i'm talkin' to you!"

"do you NEVER shut up?"

you watched as tyr shifted into someone else. odin. his knife dug into brok, completely tearing through his clothing and diving into his skin. the weapon was covered in his blood, and you could only watched as he fell to the floor. "brok!" sindri called, kneeling at his side.

behind you, you could feel heimdall drawing his weapon. his eyes lingered on the scene before him. this is what odin did to people. this is what he would've done to him, had he stayed.

in your state of shock, odin wrapped an arm around your shoulders, the knife that was just used to stab brok held at the skin of your neck. he pulled you backwards, and even though you resisted, you knew it was ultimately no good. would you die here? would brok?

"of all the things.." odin murmured.

"odin." your father said, anger filling his eyes.

"let go and face me!" freya called, sword held in her hand. freyr stood at her side, and atreus at the other. heimdall took a place by your father. despite the risk of your life ending, you stared at him. he was facing his father. he had his sword drawn, his brows furrowed together. this was an expression you had never seen on his face before. anger.

"tell your brother to throw me the mask, and you've got a deal." odin said.

"stop moving."

"freya!" sindri called out, eyes focused on his dying brother. you wanted to sob. you wanted to do anything but be here in the grasp of the man you hated the most.

"if he dies.."

"now, now. wasn't part of the plan. but if he dies.." odin's gaze shifted to his son. "we are square for heimdall. and honestly, you got a bargain."

"i will kill you. plan on that."

"so nice spending time with you again."

"freya, please!" sindri begged, finally looking up at her.

"ah ah ah. can't be in two places at once, frigg."

freya shifted backwards, kneeling at brok's side. freyr stepped over, and with him, so did heimdall.

"hey, i don't move, you don't move. don't do anything you'll regret."

"i regret many things. killing you will not be one of them."

"i am in control here!" odin yelled. "throw me the mask, now!"

you watched as your father's gaze shifted from you to atreus, to freyr. he threw the mask after what felt like the longest few seconds of your life, and you lurched out of the allfather's grasp. atreus leaped at him, taking the form of a wolf as he did so. he was shoved out of the way, and he picked the mask up off of the floor.

"too bad." he said, looking directly at you. "looks like war after all."

as he stepped backwards into the doorway, your father hurled a spear at him. you hadn't seen this weapon before, but that was the least of your concerns. the tip of the spear pinned the mask against the wall, and odin slipped out of view. you breathed out a sigh of relief.. but that didn't last for long. you turned around and the view of brok and sindri together on the floor only broke your heart once again.

"please, you have to save him. you have to." sindri said, watching as freya tried her best to heal him. your heart sank into your stomach. there was nothing more she could do, and brok knew it. "he can't.. you can't.. maybe if i go back to the lake.."

"stop it. i know what you done. and i forgives ya. but y'gotta stop. y'gotta let go."

"brok?"

sindri stared down at his brother, now lifeless in his arms. he looked towards the ceiling, and disappeared.

"this.. whole time?" atreus murmured.

freyr appeared at your side, extending the mask out. you stared at it for a moment, before looking up at him. you took it out of his hands, your fingers pressing against it. you hated this thing. it took everything in you to not just destroy it right now.

"so.. what do we do now?" he questioned.

"now..?" freya repeated. she paused, picking up her sword. "now we kill odin. and anyone who gets in our way."

"atreus. y/n. come." your father said.

"what? where?" atreus asked.

"it does not matter." he muttered. you had never seen him look so.. defeated. you felt it too, but he was always so good at hiding how he felt. seeing him like this only hurt you further. brok meant a great deal to him, and you knew that. he meant a great deal to you, too.

"where are you going?" freya said.

"we are done."

he walked away and you were left standing with everyone else, watching as he turned to the door. you took in a deep breath. you squeezed your eyes closed, but followed after him. you stopped after a second, turning to look at heimdall.

you pressed the mask into his hands. "i'll be back." you said, your voice coarse. your throat felt dry. you wanted to scream. you wanted to cry. you probably would. but not right now.

you turned away from him, and followed after your father and brother wordlessly.

"you can't run away from this, kratos. odin won't stop until we stop him!" freya called after him, but her words were only meant with silence.

he pushed open the door, and you stepped onto the yggdrasil.

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[aanoia]

Make You Feel My Love

James Potter x reader words; 938 song; Make You Feel My Love by Adele (Bob Dylan) (19 as fics) warnings; family problems (nothing new, lets be fr), mentions of self harm scars wowza. lemme tell yall, my head is pounding so hard I feel like I'm being run over by a train a thousand times over and country music is being blasted in my ears (im jk, i love country music sometimes) im working on requests guys i PROMISE please believe me anywho, if you wanna send in more requests I highly encourage it. I get so giddy when i get new ones :) HAVE FUN YALL OH HERES THE TEA TOO i'm a ghosty girly rn and SAM AND COLBY are so nice to my brain rn. and my eyes. and bc i get ahead of myself all the time, should i write for them? maybe, maybe not.

When the rain is blowing in your face

And the whole world is on your case

“L/n!” Sirius called out and Y/n sighed.

“What now?” She muttered to herself, already having a bad day.

“I wanted to ask why you’ve been so quiet lately, quite annoying to not have my argue buddy argue with me.” He teased and Y/n silently swore as tears filled her eyes. She doesn’t usually cry at this kind of stuff, on a normal day she’d reply back with something witty and clever, but today was not her day. Having received a letter where she was scolded by her parents, and almost receiving detention for getting frustrated in potions, it wasn’t going well.

I could offer you a warm embrace

To make you feel my love

“Shut it, Pads.” James said and stood in front of him, pulling the girl into a warm hug. “You’re alright, love, I know todays been hard. Sirius is a dimwit, s’all.”

“How rude.” Sirius pouted.

When the evening shadows and the stars appear

And there is no one there to dry your tears

James quickly climbed up the steps to the Astronomy tower, being as quiet as possible to avoid the groundskeeper finding him. He pushed open the door and sighed in relief, only to have his smile drop as he found a figure hunched over, body shaking as they were too engrossed in their tears to hear the door open.

I could hold you for a million years

To make you feel my love

As James got closer to the figure, a light gasp left his lips as he recognized them as the girl he loved.

“Oh, Y/n.” he said gently and pulled her into his arms, silently rubbing circles into her back as she sobbed more.

I know you haven't made your mind up yet

But I will never do you wrong

“Just take your time, sweetheart. I’ll wait for you.” James said, winking at Y/n as she rolled her eyes and set her book down.

“James, you really don’t have to. You should find someone who’s ready to be in a relation-” She was cut off by James’ finger on her lip, successfully shushing her.

“Nonsense. I’ll wait until you’re ready.”

I've known it from the moment that we met

No doubt in my mind where you belong

“I’m gonna marry her one day.” James said lovingly, his hand supporting his head as he stared at Y/n in potions.

Sirius looked at him amused, “Oh, really?”

“Mhm.” He hummed.

“You mean the girl who won’t even go out with you?”

Remus hit Sirius’ arm, “Shut up, Sirius. I think it’s cute.”

Remus smirked at his boyfriend and booped his nose, “I think you’re cute.”

I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue

I'd go crawling down the avenue

“James, what the hell happened?” Y/n asked worriedly as she ran into the infirmary.

James smiled and winced as his split lip stung, “I got in a fight.” He said with a shrug.

“You idiot.” Y/n breathed and Sirius laughed.

No, there's nothing that I wouldn't do

To make you feel my love

“He was heroic. They were talking crap about you-”

“Pads!” James exclaimed.

Sirius’ eyes widened, “Oh, I wasn’t supposed to say that.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, “You want me to kiss you booboo?” She asked in a baby voice and James’ eyes widened. Even she was surprised that those words just spilled from her mouth. Nevertheless James nodded enthusiastically, and Y/n pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

He smiled dremaily as she pulled away, “It still hurts, I think you need to do it again.”

The storms are raging on the rolling sea

And on the highway of regret

The winds of change are blowing wild and free

You ain't seen nothing like me yet

“You can go now. It’s okay, I understand.” Y/n said gently, her eyes puffy as James quietly observed the self harm scars on her thigh.

James looked up quizzically, “And why would I do such a thing?” He asked.

Y/n shrugged, “I don’t know. They aren’t pretty. Rather disgusting.” She mumbled and James shook his head, pressing a soft kiss to her thigh.

“I don’t think so. I think they’re a part of you, so although the circumstances aren’t perfect, they must be. Because you are in my eyes, perfect. For me. You’re perfect for me.”

I could make you happy, make your dreams come true

Nothing that I wouldn't do

Go to the ends of the Earth for you

“Alrighty, so, we can use floo powder because that would be easiest, considering I absolutely hate apparating. And then after, we’ll check into our hotel, have some great ‘just-got-to-greece-for-a-sexy-honeymoon-because-we-just-got-married-woo-hoo’ sex, and then go for din- what are you looking at?” James asked, cutting himself off as Y/n stared at him lovingly.

She shrugged, “You, duh.”

James' face turned red as he cleared his throat and continued talking about the entire plan he made for the vacation, although the both of them knew his plans would be replaced with loads of honeymoon love making (wink wink).

To make you feel my love

Y/n smiled softly as she snuggled into her husband's side, fatigue taking over after their big day. James gently rubbed circles on her skin, thanking God for how lucky he was to have such a magnificent woman as his wife.

“I love you.” He whispered, softly kissing the top of her head.

“I love you, more.”

“Nah.”

To make you feel my love

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[obsidiancreates]

Robin Hood: Man In Vents

@pineapple-psychic

"Gus." Shawn whispers as quietly as he can into the little mic pinned to his collar. "I see you flirting with the receptionist."

"Heh, one second." Gus's smirk slips right off as he turns and whispers back "You told me to say I'm security!"

"So no-one would question the mic and earpiece! Not to creep out some poor girl taking this jerk's calls all day!"

"I'm not creeping anybody out!"

"She's literally holding a tiny lipstick taser in her palm."

"Wh- where are you?!"

"The vents. ... Top of the wall to your right."

"Shawn, you're supposed to be in this guy's office already."

"I had to take a pit-stop, man, you were totally ignoring me!"

"Just get in there, if someone we know spots me we're toast."

"Dude, Lassie and Jules are totally busy with that other case with the dead bull or whatever."

"It was a dead matador, Shawn, and they're only busy because you put them on the wrong lead!"

"Yeah, so we're covered."

"Just get into that office!"

Shawn watches Gus turn back around with his 'Smooth Gus' smile and keep chatting with the receptionist- who's relaxing more as Gus talks to her, actually, and she realizes he's just Not As Smooth As He Thinks He Is rather than Trying To Be Creepy.

Shawn crawls through the vents, wondering not for the first time why Santa Barbara seems to make all their air vents big enough for over-30-year-old-men to crawl through with room to spare, and makes it to the office. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his little uses-actual-tape vintage tape recorder, stolen from his dad's house, and hits record.

"No, look, if we sell more than this it'll look suspicious. ... I know, I know, but our payout won't be worth shit if we get caught. Just- have you taken care of the severance situation? ... Well, cripes, Monty, if you don't find a way to avoid paying out severance after this we'll have done it all for nothing! ... That's it, I'm coming down to your office. No, I don't give a crap if your wife is there, kick her out or I'll beat her ass along with yours. ... You'll take this talk from me as long as you live, if you don't want to become my next scapegoat."

The phone slams back into it's receiver, and the CEO storms out of his office.

Shawn tests the vent grate- if he did it right when he pretended to be the building inspector a few days ago, it should just-

CRASH!

... Whoops.

Shawn slides out of the vent and lands in a heap on the floor, springing back up as quickly as possible and going for the computer! This office is relatively isolated, but someone will have heard that. Gus posing as security can maybe buy him twenty minutes, but after that he's risking everything.

Gus would kill him for saying so, but all that makes this even more fun.

He copies the password he saw being entered in the reflection of the window when he came in to sabotage the vent, pulls out the list of keywords Gus's jotted down for him, and starts combing through the files as quickly as possible. He plugs his pineapple-shaped hard drive into the PC unit and begins downloading everything relevant to the insider trading and company self-sabotage.

"Dude, hurry up, I just got told over the walkie that there was a loud sound in the CEO's office," Gus hisses through the earpiece.

"I'm hurrying!"

"Hurry harder, Shawn! Oh, uh, hello, fellow security team. Yeah, Im uh, going to check out the disturbance myself. no need for all of us, right?"

"You're in fire, dude."

"Yeah, well, I'm a uh, black belt in taekwondo, so I really don't need any backup. Might get messy."

"Black be- okay I know that's not true, but I also know you've been sneaking out of cases more often than usual. Gus, are you taking martial arts classes without me? How is our partnership supposed to work if you become a lethal weapon of flesh and blood and I don't?"

"I'm not taking any classes, I'm buying you time," Gus hisses again. "Quit distracting me!"

"Fine. ... But we should sign up for some classes together after this."

"I agree, but shhh!"

"Fine. ... Okay, okay, I got it!" Shanw unplugs everything, makes sure his gloves didn't rip or leave any fibers behind- and then looks up at the vent. "Oh. Oops."

"Oops?!"

"It's uh- it's a little high to reach."

"Oh my go- you didn't measure a way up to your only escape route?"

"I was a little focused on the entire rest of the whole plan!"

"Figure it out fast, we're almost at the elevator!"

"Ah- stall for time! Pretend to pee yourself!"

"No, stop using that as a go-to distraction!"

"Well do something!"

"Ah- HEY! Ahem, hey, guys, uh, you know, I read in Men's Digest last week that elevators have been linked to Kidney Stones."

Shawn looks around frantically for something he can use to get up to the vent that won't leave a suspicious trail- nothing. Unless...

"Dude, I'm taking a risk."

"Another one?!"

"Trust me!"

Shawn pulls the wheely chair over to the vent and stands on it. It's just enough for him to leverage himself into the space. He hops off and grabs the vent cover, puts it on top of the headrest, and turns. He puts his feet on the wall, walks them up to the vent opening, and slowly walks his hands up to the top of the chair to leverage himself into the exit.

As soon as his hands reach the top he hears the elevator ding down the hallway. He hears Gus's rambling coming closer, and knows it's now or never. He takes a deep breath, winces in preparation for the on coming pain, and pushes off of the chair! He just barely manages to grab onto the vent as the chair goes flying across the floor back into place!

His push gets him halfway into the vent, the wind knocked right out of him, but he has no time to recover. He squirms the rest of the way in, and managed to re-affix the loose vent cover right as the door to the office opens.

Gus glances up at the vents and they lock eyes. Shawn gives a thumbs-up, and begins scooting backwards out of the line of sight.

"I'm never helping you with one of these again," he hears Gus mumble over the earpiece.

They both know Gus is lying. They're partners in crime-solving and in crime, and they always will be. Especially when it's something like this.

Now to figure out if blackmail or exposure is the best use for what they've gathered...

[thatcreepydoll]

no because i’m actually so sick of this “friend” of mine. we’re gonna call her jane.

so jane is being a b word to me because she literally is so fake and disrespectful to me like ever since she found out who i like she’s been making a point to try and go after him and steal him from me when he literally likes me too and it didn’t start happening until she found out. she will do it right in front of me too and i have receipts.

not to mention she’s so self centered like not everything is about you jane calm down. she’s so possessive too she doesn’t let me have other friends even tho i’m literally friends with everyone and she is like “oh no buttons is mine let me sit next to buttons” and she will like try and get me away from crowds of my friends and will stand uncomfortably close to me. she’s so touchy too which i hate because i let only my favorite people hugs me/touch me/stuff like that and she’s def not one of my favorite people.

NOT TO MENTION JANE LITERALLY HATES ME BECAUSE IM CHRISTIAN. LIKE DUDE IDC IF YOU DONT BELIEVE IN WHAT I BELIEVE IT DOESNT AFFECT ME UNTIL YOU START CRAP TALKING ME FOR IT AND BEING DISGUSTED BY ME BECAUSE I WEAR A CROSS ON MY NECK AND WHEN I TALK ABOUT RELIGION WHEN IM NOT FORCING IT ON YOU YOU BACK UP AND MAKING A FACE AND GO “ewww Jesus” LIKE DAWG THAT HURTS MY RELIGION IS EVERYTHING AND YOURE ACTING LIKE ITS A JOKE JOKES ARE SUPPOSED TO BE FUNNY

and my crush is literally christian too so if she tries to get him it’s not gonna work when he finds out she hates christians and is disrespectful towards them.

and like no one else likes her too she’s too touchy and all she does is cross my boundaries and i already struggle with boundaries and communicating my feelings so yk i can never tell her how i feel or be like yo cut that out i always have to play it off like a joke or something but im this close to snapping at her she actually pissed me off she’s so fake and is toxic and i need her out of my life

snd for when pearce sees this because he knows jane irl jane is always carrying a book (typically smut) they have a keychain and wear a raven claw hoodie and are obsessed with hamilton.

[cocomuffy]

I watched Teen Titans: The Judas Contract (2017) because The Batman (2022) was too long.

7/10

spoilers, obviously. here are my live thoughts:

I THINK ITS A DICKORY MOVIE AND IF IT IS I WILL BE SO HAPPY YOU HAVE NO IDEA

Kory kissed him to learn English- I'm laughing so hard right now this is hilarious.

if i had watched this movie in 2020 i would have realized i was bi a lot sooner

The coloration of the "Five Years Ago" and "Now" text is messing with my designer heart rn

it's the red nightwing outfit!!!!!! i havent got to see that much. i much prefer the blue bc there's already like seven red batfam members but like i do think it looks stylish because its dick and dick pulls off everything

"Nightwing." "Nightwing." "Dick..!" "oh, yeah?"

OH THEY'RE SO CUTEEEEEEEE

"they're different..." trails off. "like kory will tell you." "noo, you go aheaddd..." "I've been studying them for years--"

I ALREADY LOVE THEM "robin stop complimenting the bad guys"

no they did not just got there (at 9:40)

damian is just such a brat i love him

kicking my feet, squealing, giggling, throwing up BECAUSE SHE HAS HIS NINE AND HE HAS HER SIX--

i took a fifteen minute break to do the math on how old dick and kory are and got 36?!??!?!?!

garfield has no rizz

i just got like... punched in the gut seven times??? "i just miss my son"

it's the fact that damian is like "i approve of your gf" and nightwing's like "okay???"

"You don't have to move a mountain to help people, Terra." - Probably the theme of this movie

i was not ready for the sexual jokes

oh no raven is on the groundddd

how stupid is damain?!?!??!?!?!?!! especially after the part that slade says about lazarus pits?! he has to know that there is no way he can feasibly win this! and terra isn't helping! which means that terra is probably working with slade!!! GUESS WHO CALLED IT!!!!!!!!!!!

oh god this slade and terra stuff is no good

please tell me that we were not about to get a dick and kory makeout scene

oh thank god for damian

oh my god imagine going into your surpise party thinking people are about to kill you :skull:

ugh i dont like this garfield selfie timeskip whatever

and hasn't anyone noticed robin isn't here???

im doing os much calculations rn for no reason at all

AWWWWWWWWWWWWW STARFIRE'S GOT SOMETHING TO SAYYYYYYYYYY THEY LOVE EACH OTHER AND THEY JUST WANT THE BEST FOR EACH OTHER I LOVE THEM

aw. beastboy being supportive

"Do you know why I'm an orphan?" "uhhh... your parents died?"

nooo terra and beast boy kissed absolutely not they are not for each other terra doesn't need any relationships periodddd

aww but bb is really cute after so ig it makes it a lil better

slade shut up this is supposed to be a nice moment

i will never get over dick calling kory babe its too precious i love them so much

i dont trust that gift. i dont trust that.

they're making their moveeeeee- they're taking all the titansss oh noooo

i think that leaves nightwing as the last survivor which is really nerve wracking because i love dick grayson so much??

gar youre so stupid

oh no kory i love you kory please be okayyy

dick just got shot in the chest oh my god, oh my god. screaming crying hyperventilating oh my god oh my god oh my god.

oh i shouldve known he'd be just fine htis is why i love him hes so dependable

OH MY GOD HE JUST RE-SET HIS SHOULDER ON A SUPPORT BEAM HOLY MOLY

"What did you do to Robin?" "I beat the crap out of him for being mouthy."

i have the stupidest sense of humor.

guys i love dick grayson so much and he's the only one left and mmmmm im so ready for this i love dick grayson hes my favorite

ohhh huh terra's getting betrayeeddddd (i never liked terra even though she makes sense she just gives me ickies)

eugh i hate slade he just likes to make sexual references to people that he should not be making those references to i know hes like a predator but it just doesnt make me happy

what is this machine even doing? is it draining their blood? you would need some sort of needle or something? ik that brother blood said something about life? is it draining their life force like some kind of dark crystal jim henson type stuff? what's going on with it? their powers? like... if they wanted nightwing then they weren't going for powers, and they did regular humans first anyway? i dont understand.

woah its the titans against a villian with similar powers!!!!!!!! /j

i like this first pairing of kori and jaime and gar and raven against brother blood and damian and dick against slade bc it feels really personal and also fair.

terra was obivously going to save them all there was no doubt in my mind.

and then teamwork and then they win because of course they do

woah she just shot him like three times that was excessive

oh noooo terraaaaa ( im not sad )

DAMIAN GOT A PUPPY EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD IS RIGHT WEONFOIEWFOIBEWOINFOWNEONFEW

"Terra Markov was like a diamond, the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen."

no beast boy dont make me feel for her

i just realized that i think i called "jaime" "hime" for some godforsaken reason i swear to god my ears are stupid.

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final thoughts:

this movie was a bit much for me on sexual innuendos and references, but most of it was plot relevant. i love to see dickory so im good with that. animation was good. characters were good. had to warm up to gar but that's okay.

7/10

[fightaers]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.

REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !!

NAME: bellaaaaaaaaaa. bella for short

PRONOUNS : she/her but they/them if ure unsure is also coolio

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION : bad on all front, but discord slightly less so

NAME OF MUSE(s) : god, i have so many. feel free to browse <3

BEST EXPERIENCE : when i first entered the animanga rpc i had a really, really good time from the get-go ngl. for a while, right until my revival in 2024, i was sort of more into the 'western / live action' side of the rp media, and i kept remembering how much of a good time i had in the animanga rpc, which triggered my interest in returning.

my other best experience is basically when i learn from my dearest mutuals then how not to be afraid to project ur muses' voices into their narration, which allowed me to have incredible fun with exercising different mindset and speech patterns and/or different dialects since!

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS : uhhh this is pretty specific to my experience and quite particular — thus i hope to elaborate it well — but i highly dislike when writing partners tried crafting our threads into only benefiting / leveraging their own muse(s) rather than it being a collaborative effort for both our muses' character development. this happened to me only ... twice so far ? so it's quite rare considering i've been writing for ten years, but i'm suuuuper sensitive about this.

so for example right, what usually happens is me and my writing partner would talk about our muses and we see common ground and where we could expand on a point of conflict. both our muses then benefit from this point of thread because the narrative we've written ought to challenge their perspective, and this can be driven with angst, drama, whatever genre this can be explored in etc.

now what i'm pointing out specifically is when the writing partner would only try to have their own muse's emotions and challenges on the forefront of the plot, with no consideration to mine, which i think defeated the purpose of roleplaying in entirety because roleplaying especially is supposed to be a collaborative effort for all writers involved. but no, it's their muse's pain that's significant. it's only their suffering that outweighed everyone else's, and my character typically is became an "affirmation" or a "booster" to their muses' experience.

i have a few turn-off's but this one is definitely one of the highest.

MUSE PREFERENCES: oh maaaan, i've written characters from sooo many ranges. typically it's whoever tickled my brain at the moment <333 but lately i do realise i'm often drawn to

(1) outwardly soft-looking people (2) have crazy dedication value; sometimes absurdly loyal to a cause / person (3) most of the time they're brown-haired and/or dark-haired (4) a lot of them give earthy and/or green vibe

and if it's the opposite, it's either someone struggling with their temper and/or have their viewpoint challenged or exploited. don't believe me, check out my western multi as well to see where i'm ticking the boxes. ( i'm on hiatus there but still. look at the muses. )

PLOTS OR MEMES : fuuuuuuck. i'm super bad with first-time plotting not gonna lieeeee. listen, my attention span's crap. my method is usually this: we plot minimally ( usually to establish the timeline and/or where our muses stand ) and then i prefer winging the first thread, usually to gauge the pace of the writing, ur muses' thoughts and/or reactions so mine could bounce off of yours, and then i'd rain in your IM / discord to yap my way into ur heart 🫶 i looove when my mutuals would yap at me right back. i love substances, and i love context. i love knowing what my partners want to achieve or what they're satisfied / dissatisfied with so we can work around that. so yes, thread > plot > memes.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES : wish i'm a short-replier. born a long-replier. working on making my paragraphs more concise though. that's on my 2024 writing bingo for sure!

BEST TIME TO WRITE : when i want to 💀  and i have no idea when. usually when i'm rested enough so if i'm dead tired on friday, there's a chance i'll still be ghosting the dash on saturday. i try not to........ push myself so hard on my availability, which is why it's important i stress out how i am a low-activitiy blog, because i know that even if i push myself when i don't want to, it won't work. my brain would dead-ass refuse to cooperate.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S) : i'm definitely flawed, which is something i like exploring with my muses, because i think i've tried so hard since i was 15 to be perfect. that isn't to say my characters and i share the same flaw, but unlike in real life, exploring my characters' area of weaknesses and how that can have its consequences is perhaps a catharsis for me since i could safely navigate it within a narrative i could ( somewhat ) control. it's freeing. writing has always been freeing in that sense.

tagged: @dynmghts and @ingen1um ( u sexy people muaah <3 ) tagging: @fighterbound , @bladedhunter , @kiigan , @senjufound and whoever that wants to it !!!!!

[whumpbug]

Very curious about the Scarab Crew and enthusiastic to know more about them!! Seriously I love all six of them so so much already

Some things I'm curious about

What are each of their stress responses / coping mechanisms? Like when they're having big feelings what do they do to cool off or how do they go about hiding it if that's more their jam

What are your FAVORITE platonic or familial relationships on the crew and why

What are some foods that exist in this sci-fi world and what are the taste preferences and favorite dish of all the members of the crew? (Something from their home planet? Something often served at space stations? A treat they have on board every once in a while?)

I know a few of these are probably loaded questions so it's cool if it takes you a while to answer or you don't have time or something. I am Very excited for future content regardless

ANON!! this is a great question and so so good for their development THANK YOU SO MUCH!!

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stress responses:

nieven:

nieven's coping mechanism to trauma is removal and isolation. when tensions rise in the ship, or he's feeling overwhelmed, he retreats to his quarters and stays there until he can clear his head. he'll usually get some work done or some cleaning done, but he just generally wants to be Away from the others. he doesn't want to be seen when hes like that because what if they think him a weak leader?

hari:

hari's stress response is... odd. he laughs. he laughs it off or elects to ignore it because that is easier than facing it head on. he chooses to make light of his own bad situations because that also makes it easier for everyone else to deal with. if a situation arises where he can't laugh it off, he locks himself in his room and breaks down. he shows no one.

nyla:

sweet girl. she is very confrontational if something is wrong and she has no problems sharing how she feels on a surface level. if someone pissed her off? she's telling them. if something is stressing her out? she airs it out and vents to anyone who'll listen. but when it comes to her deep inner struggles? her insecurities? she keeps those close to her chest. she can't let anyone use them against her.

zel:

answer is simple. she punches. as soon as she feels a flicker of frustration, she heads to the training room on the ship and starts beating the ever-loking crap out of the dummies. she punches and kicks and tackles until her muscles are aching and her fists are raw and bloodies but at least she can breathe again. at least the pain in her chest isn't from emotion and is from something productive.

vinny:

when they're stressed, they retreat to their room to study. studying gives them something to focus on other than whatever theyre feeling and they also enjoy feeling productive and useful. they can't let the others think that they need them. they can't be perceived as weak or childish. they have to be independent.

ren:

oh baby boy. his defense mechanism to almost anything that stressed him or makes him upset is hide. he finds the nearest cupboard and curls into a ball with his knees to his chest and makes himself as small as possible. maybe if he takes up less space, he'll be less of a problem. (the crew spends a good 20 minutes looking for him everytime he does this, only nieven can coax him out)

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my favorite platonic relationship at the moment is either nieven and vinny or vinny and ren!!!

nieven and vinny are everything to me. they are exactly what they each needed. nieven lost his family in an awful accident-- he has so much love and grief and he's too emotionally constipated to know what to do with it and then you have this teenager who is so touch and affection starved who emotionally lost their parents at 14 because they were supposed to be fine on their own and they're not and UGH. im so normal about these two.

and vinny with ren.... my goodness. these two are THE SIBLINGS EVER. vinny dotes on ren so much. they love him with their whole heart. nieven makes ren feel safe, sure, but vinny is who starts to bring out ren's real personality out. they help him to just feel like a kid again, and in turn become in touch with their own inner child and its jsut. UGH they're so good for eachother.

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food / treats on board?

i'm just going to list some common foods (or at least the space equivalent) they have stocked and who eats them!! hope this answers your question!!

fruit ice pops: ren and vinny

space version of korean ice cream in fish-shaped waffle: ren!!!

not food but cigarettes: nieven is a chain smoker i fear. (spigarettes, if you will. that's another of his coping mechanisms)

huelxcan beans and rice: everyone except nieven. this man can not handle spice. he disintegrates.

pani puri: hari!! and the rest of the crew! (except nieven if they make it spicy.)

this is just a few! i'm sure more will come up in future fics!!!

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thank you for the question anon!!!! i love love love developing the scarabs they mean everything to me YAYYY!!!