#ok he can do a little miracle for sick people. he can do as much miracles as an aspirin.

[sashayed]

My other favorite part of Mark is Mark 6, when Jesus comes back to Nazareth [to HELP, and TEACH, you're WELCOME, i imagine him saying loudly], and everyone's like "Well well well, look who's got alllll the big ideas now, that's Miriam's Yeshua, you remember, the carpenter's boy with all those brothers running around, the one whose sister married that Moshe from Kenneret, no you're thinking of the other sister, sweet girl, good hips, still single, I keep telling her you're not getting any younger, well anyway apparently he's Mister Miracle Man in the Big City now but I remember when he got so worked up arguing about whether moths have souls that he cried til he barfed. [loudly] Nice haircut Yeshuleh! Looks expensive!" and Jesus is so embarrassed that he literally can't do miracles

ALT

time for me to review The Whole Bible. ready? ok. to be honest my favorite part of the gospels is Mark 8.22-26, when Jesus spits in some nice blind man's eyeballs and accidentally gives him cosmic consciousness. guy's just like "may i have a teaspoon of visual response to stimulus" and jesus is like "oh sure" and gives him God Vision. fuckin...ayahuasca sight that perceives the interconnectedness of all life. "oh is that not normal? does everyone not have that? nuts. ok try these eyes. are those more regular? great. maybe lie down by yourself for a while and please don't mention this to anyone"

[tiredfox64]

Part three of Go for the Kill? But its based ok the ending where reason is with all three of the brothers? She soon gets knocked up and the threee fight over whose it is? >:3

The Soil was Tilled Enough

Prior notes: I knew somebody would ask for this. Had a That’s so Raven moment when I was writing that last part.

Pairings: Lin Kuei Bros x Afab reader

Warnings ‼️: You’re gonna have a stroke with my reasoning.

You are faced with a light pink stick in your hands. You were growing tired and sick just days before which worried the brothers a lot. The last thing they want is for their vicious woman to grow horribly ill. Oh but this is no illness. This is the miracle of life.

Yeah this is a strange situation. Truly a spectacle that has some people, or more like someone, disappointed. Liu Kang ain’t too happy that his paid assassin would be out of commission for at least a year. What he also doesn’t like is hearing that the brothers are fighting over who is the father. The yelling is really getting annoying.

“It can’t possibly be your child! I slept with her first!” Bi-Han yelled directly in Tomas’ face.

“We all slept with her first! You are just jealous that the baby is possibly mine!” Tomas yelled right back.

The only one staying calm was Kuai Liang. He stayed right next to you, rubbing your belly as you contemplated the same thing. Who is the father?

Alright, so you put too much faith into Plan B. Guess it wasn’t made to handle loads upon loads of baby-making liquid from men who probably never allowed themselves to feel relief in quite a while. Plus the fact that they love you a lot made the chances of you getting pregnant much higher. I think they were aiming for that goal but I’m not a mind reader.

“What are we gonna do? Are we ready enough to handle having a baby and raising it?” You questioned, concerned about way too many things.

“Of course can handle it. The baby will be in safe hands. Even if the baby is not mine I promise to take care of them as if they were my own.” Kuai Liang made that promise to you.

Kuai Liang really loves you and just wants the best for you. He doesn’t want you to worry too much especially now that’s you are pregnant. His commitment to you made you feel a little better, knowing he won’t be mad about whose baby it is. The other two…yeah that’s gonna take some time.

At this point Bi-Han had Tomas in a headlock which made Tomas start punching Bi-Han’s arms in defense. Kuai Liang ran in to split the two apart.

“Enough of this! This fighting won’t solve anything.” He yelled at them both.

“I do not understand why you are not threatened by the fact that Tomas might have impregnated her. What good will that baby do coming from a man like him?” Bi-Han was being harsh again which made Tomas punch him.

“It does not matter. She is pregnant and she wants to keep it. We must support her no matter what.”

Kuai Liang was right and all the brothers had to agree with his statement. Though Bi-Han was still being as stubborn as ever. If he just keeps the mindset that it’s his baby in there he will be fine.

“Well, do you know how far along you are?” Tomas asked.

“Considering the last time we did it was a couple of weeks ago and I’m getting sick, it might be four to six weeks.”

Oof, if it’s six it can only get worse when it comes to the symptoms. Get ready to start taking bathroom breaks and getting sick from smells.

“It will still be a few weeks before we can get a paternity test done.” You added on.

“We should do that. Settle this debate early on whose child this is.” Bi-Han was on board with doing a paternity test even though he didn’t know you can test that while still pregnant. It’s that old mindset don’t worry.

“I want to the know the gender first. I wanna see if we are having a baby boy or a baby girl.” Tomas gushed at the idea.

“No you don’t, Tomas! We will not wait to find out the gender first.”

“Yes we will, brother. It will teach you to have some patience. It will also test if you still love her enough to take care of her while she is going through this.”

Kuai Liang was shutting Bi-Han down at every opportunity. How dare his little brother accuse him of not loving you. Fine, he’ll wait. They’ll all wait. And as that goes on they will start preparing things for you like a nursery. They gonna spoil the hell out of you.

A woman who is pregnant is a strong woman indeed. They will make sure to take good care of you. They will do their parts as the possible fathers.

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Finally! Week thirteen! You can expect your results to be one hundred percent accurate when it comes to the gender. Now here’s the interesting part—

“WHAT!” You, Tomas, Bi-Han, and Kuai Liang all yelled at the doctor in shock.

…I didn’t get to finish. Let me speak up. Damn…

As I was saying the interesting part was that as time went on you noticed your belly was getting quite big. It was a little too early but you didn’t think it was anything much. This was your first time being pregnant so you thought it was normal.

Not necessarily.

“T-twins? We are having twins? And they are all ours?” Tomas was questioning the doctor on how accurate it was.

The ultrasounds did show two little babies. Two little nuggets growing inside you. And they are both boys, congratudolences!

“It’s called Heteropaternal superfecundation. It’s incredibly rare but it can happen. Especially to someone with three partners.” That doctor was throwing shade at you. She was just jealous.

“So one of those boys is definitely mine,” Tomas was all smiles, “But what about the other one?”

Yeah, what about the other one? Still got the other two. They are blood related so this might be harder.

If it’s Kuai Liang’s this might not end well for him since Bi-Han was staring him down with a death glare. Luckily the doctor had something to say about that.

“That’s the thing, we can’t tell. Because they are related there is some difficulties. So as far as any of you know, they are both the father of that other little boy.”

Kuai Liang is content with that. He is just happy to start a family and have a child with you. Bi-Han…ah he gives up. There is no point in being upset about this. There is nothing anyone can do. He’ll be happy to have a son of his own that he can train and possibly be the next grandmaster to the Lin Kuei.

All the brothers are happy to be fathers to a wonderful set of twins, dizygotic twins to be exact. Tomas is already imagining having the twins play together and teaching them to take care of one another. Kuai Liang is imagining caring for them both and teaching them to be good brother. Bi-Han already preparing in his mind a plan to train his son. That’s his responsibility.

The tension between the brothers dissipated. There was no reason to fight and stress you out even more. Looks like they better get more things ready for the babies. The nursery has to be big enough to accommodate two of them.

You have a good support system going on here. I hope you are happy with your multiple lovers and your set of twins.

…

Oh don’t tell me, you want to know who the father actually is. Alright so the clinic didn’t actually have the advanced technology to figure out who the father was when it came to Kuai Liang and Bi-Han. They were only certain on Tomas.

The true father is…I don’t know. What? Did you think I knew all? No! Even I don’t know. And do you even wanna know? Just let be happy that they are happy. Now get some rest, mama. You have a long journey ahead of you and it’s called motherhood.

After notes: Why do I keep doing twins? I’m scaring myself. Here’s a fact about me I have a high chance of having twins if I were to get pregnant. Yeah, I know, crazy. Please tell me I haven’t manifested this for myself my period still hasn’t come oh gosh 😭. I would have done triplets for this fic but nature doesn’t work like that. Well since I’m done I get to eat. Adiós! (Pls make my period show up y’all)

[fluffypotatey]

leverage 2x03

WE GOING IN!!!!

Oooooh ok called “The Order 23 Job” 👀 so my guess is that it either has to do with hitmen or law related (OR MAYBE BOTH?????) 

Oh wait episode description say they take over a hospital floor????? What????? TO STAGE AN OUTBREAK?????? LEVERAGE??????

Y’all what am I about to get myself into holy fuck 

COURT ROOM

WE IN COURT AGAIN

wait a minute…..is it just me or does this defendant guy look familiar…..either he is the same dude from the Miracle Job or he’s just a new dude

NOOOOOO GOVERNMENT WHY

ugh gross 🤢 18 months????? fucking bs

Ok rip to me because I don’t remember the guy from the Miracle Job well but I think this guy is not him

Also, this Ronald man (paused it and the show his name on the cast list! thanks prime????) is either gonna kill the Eddie dude or be Leverage’s new client

He might assault him tho. That isn’t off the table. Assault and then he goes to jail LONGER than the white collar crime dude. Yes…..I can see that

OH HE HAS A GUN

NATE YOU FUCKING KING

AND HE STILL PUNCHED HIM!!!! I hope that felt good

Oh good just a warning

Guys am I getting a Hardinson episode??????

THEY ARE FUCKING FOCUSING ON HIM WHILE RONALD TALKS ABOUT HIS SISTER GUYS AM I WINNING?????? (I am so sorry Ronald your story is tragic and I am currently misty eyed BUT AM I WINNING YALL???)

Oooooooh did that cut close to you Nate???? An illness that could have been prevented and yet help was not afforded to you? 

How over his son’s death is Nate btw? Asking for a friend

Eliot and Hardinson shitting on rich people my beloved

Yes Nate :))))) he is a germaphobe :))) ABUSE IT

dam ok y’all just gonna talk about how you swindled some people in front of an officier (tho not like he can do much. you got your sentence and also government aid.) Jesus you must feel so invincible rn

I hate him. Eddie fucking sucks. 

“It’s about shifting fear” lmao i love irony 

Love you Bob

Man what did they drug him with?????

NATE YOU ARE NOT!!!! YOU ARE NOT PLAYING A DOCTOR (he is 🥰🥰🥰)

“Let’s go steal us a hospital” y’all i love this show

Awwwww Parker’s mini panic (same girlie. I would be asking the same questions in your situation)

Oooooooh they got ambience audio

THEY DID NOT ASK PARKER THAT LMAO

y’all Eliot and Hardinson fighting over clothes help 💀

Lmao the way they are playing up his paranoia 

YES PARKER PLEASE PLAY IT UP

HARDINSON AND ELIOT POLICE DUO????? Let’s fucking gooooooooo

Awwwww little baby boy 🥺 why he sick 🥺 awwwww it’s ok baby

Eliot stop staring at him that’s creepy

OH

oh ok understood

Eddie being all smarmy lmao you have no idea what you got into

SOPHIE!!!! 

I hate Eddie 

Awwwwww Nate giving Parker a 101 on how to manipulate people 🥺

That’s how zombie movies start

LMAOOOOO 

the plot thickens :)

Yes Eliot :3 play with their rational

“My wife just had a baby. 🥺” “His wife just had a baby 😔✊”

Hardinson repeating people’s words my beloved 

Sophie you play this so well 👏👏👏👏👏👏

Oh no Eddie 🫢 you are handcuffed 🫢

Hardinson be careful 

“Yippity skip!”

Eliot help the kid 🥺 

Nate do not rational that lmao

Sophie no 💀 what about your “boyfriend”

Eliot! You hide your ear piece! 

God I am stressed 😫 Eliot stop!!!! ELIOT

ELIOT MY KING BUT I AM STRESSED 

YES HE IS YOU BITCH

ok Eliot I was wrong. Kill that man

Awwww poor security man

“You have been exposed to an antigen that is repelled by water” STOP IT 😂😂😂😂 IM FUCKING WHEEEZING

Hardinson: doing his job

Eliot: not doing his job and instead put for blood

OH I FUCKING KNEW THAT MAN WAS SHIFTY!!!! CHARLIE!!!!! I KNEW IT

goddam why they always need to double check shit :( let the con men be free from double checking

Dammit Eliot, Hardinson is giving you some pretty good info AND YOU STASHED THAT EAR PIECE AWAY!!!! ELIOT PUT IT BACK ON

Of course it’s the fucking mob 🙄 should have known but seriously 18 months???? Why not 5 years :/

Oh of course, OF COURSE ELIOT GETS TO CHARLIE NOW!!!! Put that ear piece back or so help me!!!! SO HELP ME! SO HELP ME! SO HELP ME!

Is he gonna be chucked into a fucking morgue drawer 😔 Eliot run

OH NO

ELIOT RUNNNNNN

thank you Hardinson!!!!!! 

Y’all those are special equipment!!!!! The hospital needs those!!!! 

Ok Eliot now put the ear piece back on

Lmao Nate 😂😂😂😂 THE FUCKING SOVIETS??????? LMAO

Sorry I shouldn’t be laughing but it’s so fucking funny

IN THE DRAWER??????

Yes Parker!!!!! You are playing your role so well 💖💖💖💖

LMAO

Bob love you but please stop being good at your job

Awwww Eliot 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 

He said his real name 🤧🤧🤧

No I’m not crying leave me alone. I’m okAY

shut up

NO!!!! NOOOOOOOOO 🫠🫠🫠🫠 Randy baby boy 🤧

Alrighty. What now :/

It’s night?????? Already?????? When did that happen??????

IN THE COURT ROOM???????? EDDIE WHAT??????

LMAO 

Love you Parker

“Everyone of you is looking to 25 to life” oh baby, they have a way longer sentence if they ever get caught lmao

LMAOOOOO 

Eddie dude 😂 you are so bad at this

I love their gloating 🥰

“Kiss ass” 💀💀💀💀

Eliot stop giving Bob ideas

Eliot tell him about Randy 🥺

YEAHHHHHHHHH

YEAHHHHHHHHHJJJJHHH 🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧

A-okay broskis 

I’m sooooo good 🥲

Good episode 🫠 tbh the epidemic plot was funnier than I thought it would be but like on the flip side it would be so scary to have that be played on you. Real pandemic is enough for me. Y’all don’t need to con me that shit

The fucking side plot with Eliot and the kid 🥺 y’all I’m am sobbing 😭 just how Eliot clocked that so fast and how he tried to hard to help and finally gets Randy away and safe for good (well, maybe not for good bc foster system but he shows that kid that help CAN come and he’s not alone and 🥲) 

Also, this was not a Hardinson episode *kicks dirt* BUT I LOVED ALL OF HIS MOMENTS!!! I love him so much and I want a focused episode on him so badly is that so wrong?

But man. Imma cool down and breathe then go to the next episode 

[nistarot]

im actually really happy w this lil bit of writing so im posting it here too ok bye

tw // graphic details of eye injury/loss, explicit emeto, abuse implied, victim blaming, gore, needles-mentioned, medical

It's after dark when Chris manages to peel himself off of the bathroom floor, sticky with sweat and drying blood. The back of his shirt protests its removal from the yellowed tiles on the floor with all the strength it has, but Chris' mechanical motions of musculature overpowers the fabric in the simple and rehearsed motion of slowly sitting up. An exhale leaves him as he accomplishes this, a heaving in his back of exertion well-made. The lightbulbs in the room burn in cold-tones, a faint hum of electricity merrying away in static order on the wiring. The dark is kept on the other side of the port-shaped window at the end of the room over Chris' shoulder. In front of him, then, is the door. The entrance, the exit. It goes out to the larger portion of the suite, a walk in closet, vanity room, hot-tub-having stylings of wealth, and the large bedroom and its balcony over the ocean. Not that the doors out to the balcony have ever been unlocked in Chris' entire tenure of being here. No, only the sunshine and thunderstorms get to be privvy to the oak boards comprising the floor, and they both knock with their own fiercenesses at the glass windows and doors that make up the birdcage of a room Chris is kept in.

As his vision steadies and rights itself, stops dipping at either side of his freshly shortened peripheral into a sharp darkness, into a tunnel, into a telescope's curve and dizzying specks politely excuse themselves from his field of view, Chris takes a slow inhale and begins the work of standing. It's disorienting, and a hand instinctively goes to cup gently the side of his face wet with tears, with blood and plasma. As if that would do anything to defend the torn skin now, a delayed defensive posture. 

It's not that he thought he was immune to harm, Chris reasons. It's not that he thought Jezebel was above this, he chastises. It's just that he thought he'd have better reflexes, when it came down to it. That he could trust his body to know the ways to hold his bones such that harm was minimized, the way to flex his tongue into a shape that produced a sound convincing enough to ward off the knife, the hands and all the wicked ways one body can clash into the next, the way two people can become a car crash as much as any vehicle.

Somehow, he's standing. Little miracles keep the devil on the back porch, Chris thinks bitterly. No word yet on what miracles are needed to get the devil out of the home he owns.

His free hand steadies his body by clutching desperately at the marble counter of the sink. Chris breathes in, and out, and in, when his vision starkly reduces down to a warm and fuzzy black for a brief moment before conscience rushes back in from his stomach and leaves his mouth a form of bile and foam that spills without grace into the porcelain bowl conveniently embedded in front of him. He hacks a few pathetic coughs, feeling his hand turn clammy with sweat and shake coldly against the counter, his eyelids trying to reactively screw shut with the automatic force, which in turn makes the right side of his face spasm in pain. 

When the sick is satisfied, and his throat feels coated only with the normal amount of saliva, Chris slowly, unsteadily, straightens his back out and chances a glance in the mirror now in front of him, looking up at himself through his lashes, a hand again covering his right eye, a dark purple and yellow bruise forming under the other, and freshly popped blood vessels pooling a light pink in the glistening wet of tears threatening to spill salt into any wound it can find. Chris' lip warbles, less in sorrow and more in unbridled disgust, and his hand abandons his face as he quickly turns the faucet on until ice cold water flows frantically down, and he washes the sides of the sink down with both hands until it's all clear and wet and slick again with the banal neutrality of tap water. Lifting his hands to his chest, Chris looks around weakly and then limply drops both hands into a towel hung from the wall, clumsily balling and unballing his fists to manipulate the fabric into a drying motion. As he does, the patheticness of his motions overcome him, and the tears win their battle with his eyelashes, carving out sizzling rivulets down both cheeks, charting paths through the blood stains and founding new colonies in the crease of his nostrils, the wrinkles of his frown and tickling along his jaw and chin in frustrating marches. 

Finally, Chris gets the courage to unmoor from the bathroom counter and open the door with all the dignity of a wet fish at market, leaning heavily on the doorknob before moving slowly out into the wider room. Through the larger space, the tiled floor and gilded molding of the small suite lounge or large walk-in closet, depending on how you looked at it. Whatever the room was, the hot tub in the corner was too gaudy for it regardless, and yet it persisted to be there as a fixture, almost as a testament even to the will of the owner; there not to do anything, there simply because it can be. Simply because you cannot stop it. Chris moves on and into the main bedroom. All plush carpet and heavy curtains, crisp white sheets and down-feather comforters. Cold to the touch, and cold just to look at. A crystalline electric chandelier adorns the center of an indented ceiling, casting warped light around the room in an array dizzying on merit alone, never mind when viewed through injury and gore. It's all Chris can do to avoid an unfortunate sick fit into the aggravatingly white carpet. It's the kind of room that feels desperate to tattle on you to any witnesses. Any mistake, any stain, any tear, painfully made obvious in the same way a martyr is singled out in religious reliefs. A massive dinner plate of divinity erected behind the source of holiness. 

Blood drips off of Chris' cheek alongside some of his tears, and burns an incriminating red drop into the carpet, and it's already too late. But why should he be so keen to hide his injury, Chris wonders, being as the benefactor of the home is the harbinger of the open wound? There's no decency in hiding the crop from the horse. He sighs and sways on his feet in a dangerous warning of lost steam to remain standing, and he makes the executive decision to all but collapse to the floor where he is, considering it far enough to at least not be considered languishing in his own blood. And then it's all dark and spinning light as he stares at the ceiling until he faints.

Chris wakes up slowly, and then all at once as he registers hands near his face, as he feels breath on his face, measured and steady, and he attempts to lunge upward into sitting but is fouled by it, immediately in pain, immediately too dizzy to commit, and instead only succeeds in a weak, slight thrashing in protest, which is easily quelled by cold hands resting insistently on his bicep, anchoring it still to the bed. Chris twists his head aside, and his movements calm, his muscles loosen. Not Jezebel.

It's the only other resident of this sprawling Hell of a mansion; a young girl, with frazzled hair and knobbly hands and lips bit to perpetually bloodied pieces. Light freckles spatter her face, which Chris hasn't had the chance to notice before. Her eyes are dark, and wide, like a deer evaluating a spotted threat. Chris thinks he hasn't realized how young she was, before. But now, in his own blood-loss induced fugue, it seems the largest revelation in the room. She couldn't be older than sixteen. 

Without a word, of assurance or otherwise, she sets back to Chris once he stops struggling, her hands deftly making work of a stinging sensation along his cheek- stitches, Chris realizes must be the case. No wonder she wanted him still; even then, he barely contains a shudder at the unwelcome intrusion of a vision of a needle entering his already-damaged eye, popping like a jelly-filled water balloon. He looks at the ceiling again, and realizes he's now on the bed in the grand room, the chandelier still weaving its fractured light, and the sun just coming up in the grayscale light of a bleary morning through the windows.

"Jackie," Chris says quietly, hoarse; more a statement to himself, of remembering her name, than having any plan to say anything after.

All the same, Jackie pauses in her motion, confirming Chris' memory of what she was called. He can feel her silently staring him down with all the care of a starved cat. Realizing she's waiting for his next words, for his statement, for his question, Chris finds his chest filling with the sludge of awkward anxiety, and it leaves his mouth in a slew of half-phrases. 

"Oh- no- no, I- I just meant, no, I don't- there's nothing. Nothing after that. Wanted to- couldn't remember your name."

She's quiet still, but soon resumes her even stitching, and Chris does his best to abide as best a patient he can play at. "It's Jackie." She says after a moment, curt and stilted. 

A half-sigh, half-laugh bubbles out of the corner of Chris' mouth like rabid foam from the snout of a wild fox, and he feels it churn seawater inside the cavity of his throat. The shock of laughing at all, realizing for some odd reason, only now, that he's lost an eye- that he'll never see fully again, that always the world is a half-filled thing to him, and here he is, laughing- laughing at the absurdity of awkward conversation with a stranger at the precipice of his newfound-loss. 

"No, yeah, I know- you're Jackie. I know." Chris hears his mouth say, a separate entity from the reeling of his gray matter into terror, held off only on the cusp of shock. "You're Jackie, I'm Chris, and we're both in Hell-" 

Chris' sentence is cut-off by an abrupt giggle that spills against his chest and pools like ice in his clavicle, moving through his throat like a blood clot, violent and unrelenting, turning from laugh to cough with the stumbling affection of a foal. It peters off into an almost-whimper, as he resists the urge to curl on his side into a ball, grasping his own shoulders in a bid to see if the human form could become a tortoise if it fought hard enough against biology.

Jackie says nothing in turn to him, and a quiet snipping of scissors, uncomfortably close to the minute hairs on Chris' chin, is all that fills the cavern of oxygen in the large room that suddenly feels only all too small for all the hands inside of it.

In the uncomfortable buzz of silence as Jackie switches to wiping blood from Chris' face, using alcohol pads to cut through the grime with efficiency, a new stinging not any more welcome to his senses, Chris feels his mind turn aimlessly over. In the fog of memory, Chris sees a lecture hall from his first semester; an English class he found endlessly boring, in the way the teacher could never seen to hear enough of his own voice, the way he read with such force you'd think he was the secret identity of an immortal Shakespeare come to torment first year university students with literary analysis. In thinking on the class, in the scraps of words written before any of the students were born, before any of their parents had teeth, and even before their grandparents knew about the devil in their left hands, Chris remembers the only exchange in a work examined that left any impression on him. Euripedes, translations done by Anne Carson, and the way she'd interpreted out a simple way of interaction: I'll take care of you, says one. And the response, which always felt humorous in its devastation to Chris;

"It's rotten work." Chris finds his tongue mumbling, as if made of cotton or half-asleep at the wheel of recitation. The words are pushed in a slurry out of the middle of his teeth, whistling like dying geese.

The hand pushing a damp, synthetic cloth into Chris' skin pauses at that. There's the unmistakable feeling in the air that Jackie is stunned at the words, either from recognition or bewilderment at what he's saying, depending on if she's even familiar with what he's quoting. She begins a word, which tumbles into a low and shaken hum, somewhere between uncertain and rattled with indignity. For the moment, Jackie seems to decide against response, only focusing on cleaning Chris' face, his held together skin, pressing gauze over his ruined eye and finishing her diligent work, too informed for her age on all the ways to ward infection out of the fenceposts of a body. She even turns out the huddled away tears caught those hours ago in the crevices of Chris' face, bidding them to dry up and prevent undue moisture gathering and rotting there. 

The silence is absolute and tersely held by both parties until at last, Jackie sits back on her ankles, hands folding delicately in her lap as she looks down at Chris' tended-to form with an apathy that strikes Chris as probably not dissimilar of the seasoned mortician sending a body down to the pits of the earth once more. A trained, somber expression, distantly assailed in grief. Chris looks at her with his remaining eye, and the sun rises behind her back in the way the dark was held at bay behind his own, only hours ago.

"Yeah." She says in a weak voice, her chin dropping down to her chest as though a string were cut from her puppeted body, too upset or too shy to see Chris directly in such a way. 

"Yeah, it is." 

[idontwanttowhy]

Review: Destined With You (2023)

An instant classic...for some

Synopsis: Being a civil servant is not the easiest job, and for Lee Hong Jo, its only made worse by being transferred to a team that can't stand her. Her first assignment on this team is to demolish a centuries old shrine, which is held on the private property of Jang Sin Yu, a sharp lawyer haunted by a curse as old as the shrine. Her efforts surface a spell book with a mysterious past that only she can use. In need of a miracle, Sin Yu makes a deal with Hong Jo to use one of the spells on him, in a move that ultimately sets their fates in motion. Can love bloom in cursed soil, or will they be cut red-handed?

MZ Overall: 9/10, you had me at "I am Groot"

... aaaand absolutely not before "I am Groot." Seriously, I almost gave up on it early, thank god I didn't. When I saw the love triangle blooming I stuck around and am glad I did. If you are looking for a romcom that hits all the hallmarks (past lives, love triangle, jealous ex, etc.) you are in the right place. The leads have great chemistry, though it does feel like they are sometimes off in their own little worlds. Rowoon (as Jang Sin Yu) is great at playing a love-sick character, and Jo Bo Ah (as Lee Hong Jo) is the perfect ingénue AND doomed shaman--talk about range. Definitely give it a watch, this is easily one of my top favorites of the year (right behind Love to Hate You, of course).

MZ Review: Parks and Recreation, but make it a supernatural kdrama rom-com (no spoilers)

no one:

absolutely no one:

Jang Sin Yu: ThAtS A cRiMe!!!

Ok, I got that out of my system. This was my second Rowoon drama and now Netflix thinks he's the only guy I want to see on my screen. I'm not mad at that, but I do think if his role in this and Extraordinary You (2019) are any indication, I may need a little bit more time before I can handle the brand of lovesick desperation that he brings. Not a bad thing, but much like candy you can have too much of a good thing. I will be looking out for his stairs scenes going forward, in much the same way I have cataloged Hyun Bin's elevator scenes. (It's an art people!)

This show strikes a near-perfect balance between time spent on the side characters, developing the main couple, fanning the flames with the love rivals, and hinting at the past lives of this group. Seriously well done, I did not have any complaints in this area. Really my only gripes would be the first few episodes, which really tested my resolve on supporting womens' wrongs. If it were not for the next episode previews at the end, I would not have made it past episode three. After that, it's smooth sailing with lots of laughs, drama, and suspense as the many mysteries of the show unfold. Those first eps are why this only gets a 9/10 for me though. Otherwise, A+ work!

As I sat down to write this review, it occurred to me that the setup for the show was kind of similar to Parks and Rec, if you're mainly looking at the fact that the context for the show is a municipal parks department, leading to lots of outdoor events and internal politicking. It also works in the comedy department, because both shows had me absolutely ROLLING with laughter at the absurdity of some of the stuff going on. I cannot recommend this drama enough!

AC Overall: 7/10, could've been great but

It took me sooo long to finish the show, even on 1.5x speed (thank you, Netflix). And I was so excited at first! Like MZ, I thought the first few eps were...off, but once the show fully planted its feet I fell for the silliness, especially the supernatural love-spell aspect of the drama, and the stupidity with which those entranced acted "because of it". But the show ultimately became unbalanced, and the fantasy charm faded to reveal...a few thriller episodes within a cute and silly rom-com. It's not bad, just...took a turn I wasn't looking for at the time.

Honestly, its fine if you don't take it too seriously, and don't barf at cute moments like I currently do. Solid, just know what you're getting in to. It's definitely a cutesy rom-com with a dash of thriller and pinch of fantasy.

AC Review (with miiiinor spoilers):

It wasn't all bad! I cheeeesed at Sin Yu inadvertently confessing his "love" for Hong Jo against both of their wishes, and was curious about how Hong Jo's crush on her second lead Jae Gyeong would play out considering. It was a pretty unusual and juicy love triangle at first, especially with the fantasy aspect of Sin Yu's feelings...and possibly Jae Gyeong's...but somewhere they decided to ignore the whole love-spell part of the drama and Sin Yu just--accepted his love for Hong Jo? And Jae Gyeong barely put up a fight. And and I wasn't convinced Hong Jo actually had feelings for Sin Yu, I feel like he just wore her down with pretty words and concern. And and and I just kept thinking of Legend of the Blue Sea the whole time--much better fated love fantasy drama. But alas, I got too far along to just stop.

Hong Jo's character annoyed me quite a bit. She had a way of acting shy most of the time, but would suddenly talk with her chest at other moments...it's personal, but I really dislike the demure act when it's clear it's not real. But, Rowoon as Sin Yu made up for it in the beginning. The character was played and written well; we could feel the (delicious) inner turmoil when he recognized his feelings.

Overall, this was a drama-that-couldn't for me. But I must admit, the early, fun moments of Sin Yu fighting his inexplicable love for Hong Jo were classic in itself.

[sl-newsie]

Chapter Thirty Seven: A Miracle (Spot Colon x Female Newsie)

“Thank you so much, Becca. Samantha’s been a big handful lately since she’s teething.”

I set Sarah and Jack’s pride-and-joy down. Tha little bundle-a-joy looks up and giggles at me.

“Bec! Bec!” She claps her hands.

“How’s Les been?” I ask.

Last I knew, Les had taken a leap and asked Angel out on a date- to which she’d unquestionably said yes to. Tha cute couple had been go’n steady, and I knew David and Sarah had high hopes it would last.

“Wonderful. He and Angel have been spending more and more time together, and mother simply adores her! She-”

“Mama! Mama!” Sam coos, leav’n Sarah to tend to her.

Little Samantha’s a year old now. Jack makes a perfect fadda, and Sarah just as good a modda. I always try to help whenever I can, especially dure’n tha day when Jack goes ta work, which he’s just come back from.

“Hiya, Becs! And how’s little Sam do’n?” Jack pokes tha infant’s nose, which makes her laugh again.

“She’s doing much better. Becca did such a good job.”

 “Thanks so much, Becs. We don’t know what we’s would do without ya.”

“You’re very welcome. Just give a holler whenever you’s need me!” I call as I step out inta tha crisp autumn night.

I’m at tha bridge when it happens again- I feel a sudden pain in tha bottom of my abdomen, which makes me stumble a bit. I feel a little sick to my stomach. But I can’t let that worry me- it’s late as it is, and I gotta get back to Spot before he sends out his army look’n fer me!

When I get inside tha lodg’n house, I see Bucky and Spot play’n cards in tha corner.

Spot don’t look up, but says: “It’s late.”

“I know, I know! How can I help it my niece is so cute?”

“What ‘bout me?” Spot says in a hurt tone.

“You’s compared to Sam? There ain’t no competition!” A pain shoots into my stomach again and I wince.

“You ok? Ya look sick or someth’n.”

“I’s fine. Just a little… tired.”

Spot frowns. “Stay in tomorrow. I can’t have ya sell’n papes and catch’n a cold.”

It ain’t a cold.

For a month I’s had suspicions, and they’s was confirmed when I had gone to see a doctor last week. I’m pregnant.

When I foist heard tha news, I was overjoyed. Oudda all people, God chose me to give birth! But then I remembered: Spot. What’ll he think? Will this ruin our lives?

2 months later…

I can’t hide it any longer- if I do, Spot’ll surely notice my… showing side effects. I’s already started throw’n up, but I’s just passed it off as a flu bug. What’ll he think? Will he be mad and throw me out, will he be sad I’ve ruined his life?

It’s get’n late… Spot’ll be home soon…

I stand in tha center of tha bedroom, wrangle’n my hands. When Spot comes through tha door, he notices how on-edge I’s is.

“Someth’n tells me you’s hide’n someth’n. What’s wrong?”

“Uh-” A lump forms in my throat and I can’t speak. Spot comes ova, wraps his arms around my waist, and kisses my neck.

“C’mon, tell me. Or will I have to force it outta you?” He whispas inta my ear, mak’n me grin slightly.

“No, no… It’s just… Spot, I’m…” I bite my lip and udda tha words: “I’m pregnant.” My voice is very faint, but still loud enough for him to hear. 

 Spot loosens his grip and stares at me for a minute, and I’s unable to read his face so I look down. 

“I’m a fadda?”

 I almost don’t wanna look up. But I do, and I see his face has a kinda taken-back look. This is it- he’ll start yell’n at me-

But my thoughts are interrupted by Spot kiss’n my lips and twirl’n me in tha air.

“That’s wonderful!”

“Y-you ain’t mad?”

“Why would I be? Beauty, this is tha happiest moment of my life!” Spot’s never looked happier.

“But Spot- a baby is- It’s alodda hard work, time, and money I don’t even know we have… We’s only 20! What if it ruins our futures? I- I don’t know what’s gonna happen...”

Spot grips my waist and softly presses his hand ova my stomach, which is beginn’n to show. Tha gesture makes me feel safe and anchored. 

“Rebecca, this is a bless’n. Our lives won’t be ruined by this, ‘cause you’s one of tha strongest people I know, and if anyone can do this- it’s you. And I’ll be with ya every step of tha way!”

“At foist I thought you’s was gonna kick me out…” I chuckle.

Spot’s jaw drops. “No! I ain’t gonna kick my wife out ‘cause she’s pregnant!”

“H-How do we tell Jack?” I ask, petrified.

Spot face suddenly twists with fear too. “We’ll deal with it. For now, I just wanna enjoy this!” He holds me tighter, but is gentle as to not harm tha baby, and kisses me again. “We’s a family! I’m gonna be a fadda! Rebecca Colon, I’s never thought I’d ever be so happy!” He kisses me over and over, as if I might just disappear.

I try to use my mouth. “You had a part in this too, and don’t ever forget it. If this is how my life’s gonna be, I’d die a thousand times for it to never stop!”

“Rebecca, I luv you,” Spot mumbles into my ear.

“Get’n mushy on me, huh?” He bites my ear gently. “I luv ya too, Sean.”

One week later...

Today’s tha day- tha day I break tha news ta tha fellas. So far Spot’s tha only one who knows, but eventually everyone else’ll catch on anyway.

“It’s official- I quit my job at the theatre,” I tell Spot, a bit uneasy.

Spot frowns. “You’s don’t sound too happy ‘bout it.” 

I sigh. “Maybe it’s ‘cause… ‘cause she said I’d have to leave anyway ‘cause I ain’t gonna be attractive when I’s bigger-”

Spot comes over and kisses my forehead. “Rebecca, you’s will always be the most beautiful goil to me, and you being pregnant is only make’n me luv you more. Just remember that you’s gonna be a modda and not have to worry ‘bout get’n catcalled no more.”

I smile gratefully. “Thank you. It will be nice to have a respectable profession- and motherhood is definitely a profession!”

I come downstairs, hav’n ta go a bit slower than normal. Skid, of course, is tha foist to notice.

“Mrs. Colon! Ya ok?”

“Fine, Skid, just fine. There’s someth’n I gotta tell you’s.” I make eye contact with Spot, who nods approval.

“Fellas! Get in here!” Bucky shouts outside. In no time tha room fills up.

“Now, don’t get over-excited, but… I’m pregnant.”

It’s almost 2-sided. Tha olda newsies look between me and Spot with suggestive looks, while tha youna ones stare in confusion.

“You… did it?”

“What does ‘pr-egg-nant’ mean?”

“Nice one, Spot!”

“Is that why your belly’s so big?”

“Shut up! All-a you’s!” Bucky roars ova tha shout’n. He seems just as surprised. “Congratulations, you guys! How long have ya known?”

“‘Bout three months.”

“That why you’s been gett’n sick?” I nod. Bucky then looks at Spot with narrowed eyes. “And you’s gonna stick with her?”

“Bucky, you know me bedda than that! ‘Course I’s stay’n with her! She’s my wife! And if any one-a you’s cracks anodda joke, I’ll soak ya!” Spot steps closa to me.

“No trouble, Spot. Don’t worry- we’s all gonna help when you’s need it- right, guys?” Bucky glares around tha room.

“Yeah.”

“Help with what?”

“‘Course we will!”

“Does big brodda Kelly know?” Skid asks me.

I cringe. “Nope.”

“Good luck with dat!”

“Thanks, I need it! We’s gonna head there tonight. Good luck sell’n taday!”

“You’s still ain’t sell’n?” Chance asks accusin’nly.

I open my mouth to respond, but Spot beats me to it.

“No, she ain’t.” Spot glares at him.

“How’s she earn’n her keep? By keep’n you satisfied?” 

What?

Spot thrusts a fist up near Chance’s chin. “Keep talk’n, and I’ll throw you out like a sack-a potatoes!”

“Oh, so ya feel it’s best to kick an employee out, not some goil who ain’t sell’n and is gonna be eat’n more than her share-?” Is that what I’s is now?

Pow!

Spot soaks him poifectly in tha face- give’n a real good shiner. Chance staggers back.

“Out!” Spot barks. “And neva come back, unless ya want a match’n pair!”

“I ain’t be’n thrown out- I quit!”

“Do I gotta repeat myself?!” Spot lunges forward, but Chance’s already walk’n out. Before he does, he gives me one last seeth’n glare. I hadn’t had much conflict with him, but he’d obviously had with me.

Skid steps up to me. “Ignore him, Becca. We’s all gonna help you’s out.” Tha oddas nod.

“Well, he does have a point. I godda do someth’n more than just noth’n-”

“Becca Colon, stop right there!” Danny holds up a hand. “Ya ain’t a burden, you’s pregnant! You’s ain’t gonna be move’n around unless ya need to, got it? No madda how mad it makes ya get!”

“We’ll make ya,” Spot points out.

I roll my eyes. “Fine, but I’s still gonna feel worthless!”

“For once, let oddas help ya! Now go sit down with tha little ones ‘til ya leave for ‘Hattan.”

Later on when we get to tha ‘Hattan lodg’n house, tha sun has just set and a bright moon is com’n out. Crutchy sees me com’n from tha window, and I see him yell at tha rest of tha guys.

By tha time Spot and I reach tha door, everybody’s wait’n. 

“Hey, Becs!”

“Hiya, Spot!”

“How’s it go’n?”

“Whatchya do’n here?”

“Guys, please! Let a goil-” Spot helps me up tha stairs as I grip tha railing, but I can’t help but stumble a bit.

“Becca, what’s wrong?” Crutchy asks, worried.

“You’s hurt?” Blink questions.

“Oh, noth’n. It’s just harda to walk since I’s pregnant,” I say simply with a smile.

“WHAT?!” Everybody shouts.

“Becca, you’s pregnant?” Race asks, astonished.

“Our Becca’s a modda!” Mush celebrates.

“Hey, hey! I’s involved too!” Spot says, but he’s smile’n too.

“You’s gonna be a great fadda, Spot!” Boots says.

“Congratulations, both of you!”

“Whoa, who, whoa! Does Jack know yet?” Skittery questions.

“Not yet.”

“Bedda tell him, or else he’ll blow his top. He might not be too happy eitha way.”

“Skittery, it ain’t a disease- it’s a miracle!” Blink says.

“Yeah, and it ain’t like Jack can say it’s a bad thing without be’n a hypocrite. Look at how Samantha’s made him so happy!” Snipeshooter remarks.

“I’ll get Jack and bring him here!” Race announces. “Besides, I think his reaction is one we’s all gonna wanna see!” He goes off sprint’n before I can stop him.

“I donno. What if he’s mad?” I worry out loud.

“Beauty, we’s all grown up now. He’ll understand,” Spot reassures, but still grips my hand with worry.

Ten minutes later, we hear voices gett’n closer. Race opens tha door and lets Jack in, followed by David, Les, and Sarah, who’s carry’n a sleep’n Samantha.

“What’s wrong? What happened?” Jack asks, worried. “Race said someth’n happened!”

“Noth’n’s wrong, noth’n’s wrong! Jack,” I smile. “I’m pregnant!”

Jack’s face slows down. His reaction goes from fear, to confusion, to concern, to bewilderment.

“Y-You’s pregnant? Becca? Pregnant? Is she…?” He looks around at tha guys, who all nod with big grins on their faces. Jack then turns to Spot. “You?” he asks blindly. Spot nods. Jack then looks at me and my show’n belly. “How long?”

“I’s known for ‘bout three months.”

“I told you!” Sarah pokes Jack. “Becca, I’m so happy for you! You’ll be a wonderful mother! And Spot, you’ll be a terrific father!”

I blink. “You knew?”

She smiles. “Believe me, once you’ve gone through pregnancy, you can tell when others are expecting. It’s kind of like a sixth sense. I tried to tell Jack, but he wouldn’t believe me.” She looks at him.

Jack’s mouth is still hang’n open. “Becca, you do realize that a baby… it’s a lodda hard work-”

“Oh, Jack!” Sarah shushes him. “They’ll be fine! Becca will look out for her child just like she does for Samantha!”

“She ain’t do’n all tha work herself,” Spot promises, his arms crossed.

“She bedda not. If I find out you’s ignore’n her-” Jack warns.

“Kelly, when have I ever done that?”

“Just say’n.” Jack then gives Spot a hardy handshake and me a soft hug. “I’m proud, of both a-you’s.”

“We all are!” David says. “Hear that, Les? You’re going to have a cousin!”

“Is it a boy?” Les asks.

“Whatever tha baby is, I’ll be glad either way.” Spot hugs me, and I’s almost sure he’ll never let go.

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Superman: Miracle Monday 11/27 -Elliot S. Maggin

6 

“Nearly everyone had a personal demon. Few people called them demons, but that was what they were.”p.53 Perry collected stamps, Luthor followed his sister’s life who didn’t know she was related to him. Einstein played the violin, in his final years banished his demon to formulate his Unified Field Theory. Lois wrote poetry she hid in a lead box, (we know about the poetry Lois we've all heard Can You Read My Mind) Jimmy took up the name Marshall McShane to secretly host a country music radio show and Superman had Clark Kent. (these aren’t demons they’re called guilty pleasures) Superman loved his alter ego as much as the Kents and the world that adopted him and he loved Lois. Even Clark had a demon, taping funny commercials that he showed friends. Superman spent more time creating Clark and Clark spent more time walking than flying. 

Something was bothering Clark since he saw Jimmy’s film of Luthor’s announcement but couldn't figure out what it was. Two minutes before airtime he had to memorize it to have ninety seconds to type out a script, most of those spent walking normal speed. He greeted the public, and those watching saw Luthor drop his lighted match on the ground. As Clark announced other world news, he kept thinking of the film knowing Luthor slipped some clue. Before the clips of local accidents due to snow Superman made a mistake, not a big one, he was supposed to cue the traffic film instead he said to play the Luthor one. As it played Clark read the prepared text then apologized for the technical difficulties, his mistake. This only reinforced the fallible Clark persona, CW Saturn lost battles but didn’t make mistakes. Meanwhile Haskell missed the news but looked up from his paper in time to see the mistaken Luthor clip and he immediately called the prison maintenance director. He kept calling until he got someone, despite his errors he knew what was wrong. 

 After the broadcast Lois invited Clark to dinner, she’s setting up a double date with Jimmy and Kristin. Lois was Clark’s idea of a remarkable woman, in her twenties and successful and she asked Clark to spend time with her because he felt safe. They ran into Steve who corralled them to be his victims of his usual pranks, Clark couldn’t outwardly get even. Lois took Clark’s hand to show Steve she wasn't interested in him, whatever she felt about holding Clark’s hand she decided not to think about or she might like it. 

Lois tells Clark about Kristin, she’s typing her book, a nice girl, a little spacey but she’s new in town and thinks Jimmy will be perfect for her. She helped her find a second job with her friend Lena Thurol, she told Clark everything so he could help set the two up. Kristin was in Lois’s office; Clark helps her with the crossword and Lois introduces them before going to fetch Jimmy. Two days later Lois complained on the phone how Clark said he was sick and left, always making excuses to leave for his weak stomach. Lois tells Lena that’s not all, Clark is actually tall, over six feet, do you really believe a guy like that who reports news everyday didn’t know they boiled lobsters alive. (ok since he can see the life color drain out of dead things was he really disturbed by it also no you don't have to boil lobsters alive just just have to split their heads in half first) Lois says it was the night Luthor escaped then apologized to Lena, she was an empath that became unusually emotional over Luthor, only Lois knew why. 

Lena calms down and tells Lois Clark’s got more going for him, she could do worse, she thinks she could do better, Lena tells her to be careful about wishing for Superman. (She’s Dancing With Strangers Falling Apart Waiting For Superman To Pick Her Up In His Arms~) Lois rather talk about Kristin anyway, she sent her over for Lena to talk sense to. She’s a smart girl, a whiz about American history but can be an air head about men. Steve crashed the date after Clark left and Kristin was mesmerized by his chest hair and they both left. (pretty rude) Lena stops the call since Kristin arrived, when she went to the door she sensed something unholy and fell wailing before fainting. Kristin picked up the phone and tells Lois what happened, Lois says she’s psychic, sometimes things come over her. Kristin says she’ll take care of it and hangs up then feeds Lena concentrated orange juice and across town Lois wondered how she knew what to do. 

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To a stranger highly developed technology must look like magic and what is an alien to think of modern surgery. (Well if it’s Dr. Bones McCoy he’d mutter something about the Spanish Inquisition the Dark Ages the pain of cutting and sewing people like garments) Arcane rituals followed every new discovery in civilization, now Luthor called his discovery gas-wave physics. He planned to put it off for a few days then saw the tape in the news, he would have been more alarmed if he wasn't in a trance like meditation and saw the guards and electrician checking his room. The electrician was a fan and didn't report the air currents and Luthor would not be in his cell the next day. Luthor had conflicting emotions, Clark was the good boy he never was, successful and respected, unlike him. (you don’t count all your fan boys) Whenever they talked Clark acted like they were never friends, he once threatened his life and Clark almost got him to change, in Smallville everything was different. 

At twelve no one is flawless, Jules and Irene thought they brought a saint into the world but by nine Lex proved to be something else. They decided to try with a second child and moved to Kansas to give their children a proper upbringing. In the city Lex learned how to pick locks and extort classmates for lunch money, in the country he learned to steal watermelons and from Clark how to scare cows. (just a page detailing how he’s a little shit) Lex was alarmingly honest, telling teachers not to trust him and would humiliate them given the opportunity with his intelligence. Every time he noticed a slight grin on Clark’s face knowing something, Lex decided then Clark would be his friend, his only one for a while. Lex liked him less but respected him when to took blame for his prank on the Herman farm. “Lex finally told Clark not to trust him after that. Clark had not trusted him since.”p.68 No time to think about it now, there was work to do. 

Luthor was on an organic diet and fasted for three days, no less healthy than his previous processed food diet. To harness to forces for his escape he needed to purge as much inorganic matter as possible, now he had to escape before someone noticed the film. Luthor teleported before but it involved equipment not produced on Earth and there were easier ways to break out of prison. He considered it a waste until his new discovery. “What Luthor had recently discovered, what was essentially going to make it possible for him to walk through a wall and emerge a free man, was the nature of the human soul.”p.69 He called soul matter gas-waves between matter and energy made of the same stuff could be turned into each other but not created or destroyed. 

As far as anyone but Luthor knew there was nothing but matter and energy and believed gas-waves were ectoplasm. (don’t tell the Fentons) Everything could be connected to gas-waves, there could also be devils, angels, mythological creatures and other planes of worlds and Luthor told no one. Who was there to tell and it wouldn't matter anyway. “He had realized, as a result of his discovery of gas-waves, that he would never die. There was a God. This was news to him.”p.70 He wondered where thoughts go after they are thought, produced by matter and energy but neither. Thoughts were made of gas-waves, so were intangible, meaning anything not occupied by matter was gas-waves. Luthor couldn’t publish his findings same as a woman could get a Nobel Prize for curing cancer after she posed for Playboy. Every entity with a conscious was capable of putting matter temporarily into gas-waves and transport to a destination. Nothing could stop it now, an hour after the four left his cell Luthor walked through a wall. 

8 

Superman may have been an alarmist by nature, but this infuriated him when he left the date the Tanker Monrova II had an explosion of liquid natural gas in Metropolis Harbor. One of the most volatile substances known to humanity the fumes could leak for miles just needing a spark to light the holocaust like Nagasaki and it was shipped in dense populations across the country. (thinks back to a recent train derailment in Ohio) Superman avoided voicing his judgements or endorsing politicians (he’s a reporter he knows how the media twists words) or take an active role in war and he could not stand for nuclear weapons. (looks at Superman IV) He let the roof of the Metropolis Convention Center be built shoddily then intervened when it started collapsing. “He did everything he could in order to avoid interfering in natural social and scientific mistakes of humanity, the mistakes by which the race learned. But in a case like this he did not know whether it was good or bad to rein in his better judgement.”p.74 

Superman believed if he wasn't there to bail people out industrialists and shippers wouldn't risk transporting LNG around children, fly jets with cracks in engine mounts (thinks back to the recent Boeing plane breaking apart in the air) build skyscrapers in earthquake zones, put whales near extinction. “He was sure that his presence on Earth was the reason they took those gambles, and that was why he was infuriated.”p.74 Superman flew through the metal hull, a man was trapped in the inferno and Superman had to risk the gas getting into the atmosphere. The gas was spreading through pin holes, the container was about to burst. Superman raced to the ensign but his thousandth of a second wasn’t enough, he had to decide how the man would be hurt. Superman spread his cape shielding the flames to grab the fallen ensign and checked for the gas molecules. There was a sixteen-meter tube of air below to catwalk and he shot the man through it and waved his arms to divert the flames. 

Now Superman would crash through the wall to stave off the explosion for a few seconds, the ensign would land in the water, the shock would cause the crew on deck to hold onto something as it launched into the air. Superman would pick up the ensign and give him CPR and dropped him back on deck and grab the main support beam slowing down the descent of the ship and set it in a parking lot. (well it’s better than the downtown street in the middle of rush hour) Later, as he removed the broken ship and repaired the fence, the owner would already be there livid over the mess and complain to the police to make Superman pay for parking a ship there. 

Next, he had to deal with the gas at the harbor and went around taking people out of danger (waists legs collars depending on if they were police citizen or criminal) if sixteen blocks away wasn't safe enough no one would be. He spread his cape to catch wind and pull up the fumes behind him, over and over into the stratosphere. Superman saved the city and Clark blew a date, now that he wasn't thinking of the tanker crew, he cleared his head with the joy of flying and diverting other distresses of the world. Then Jimmy’s tape of Luthor hit him, Luthor’s match spiraled to the ground, just like the gas fumes, there was an air current in Luthor’s cell. 

Hundreds of miles away Luthor gathered his strength and walked through the demon pass of the Netherworld. Luthor put his body through a space that only allowed organic matter, the residual inorganic matter deposits in his joints and muscles were ripped out (OW imagine grains of sand getting ripped through your body those that have had kidney stones know) and while collapsed he ignored the chilling breeze over his body. The demon thought the human was clever to pass this way and protect himself with meditation but was still a fool. (that’s one way of putting it) Any corporeal being to pass through makes a path for its denizens to enter the human world. The demon thought to possess him, but even in pain protected himself with remarkable moral strength, but there’ll be another more vulnerable. CW Saturn has returned to Earth, meanwhile Superman arrived too late, Luthor had escaped and the air current was gone and no trace of Luthor besides his jumpsuit. (so he’s naked again) What was also on the floor was mineral flakes cooling from human body temperature. Superman would figure it out, he had to and always did what he needed to do. 

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Kristin writes for the first time in seven months, she feels like she's accomplishing something, she hasn't slept in two days and her typing ability brought her in Superman's friend group and an income. (she knows Clark is Superman) She's met an interesting woman, Lena Thurol, events that lead up to Miracle Monday have occurred and for three days she’s felt well-being and belonging since she was on that double date. Lena is writing a book about her experiences as a psychic and told her there's two strong opposing forces in her mind battling for control and is causing emotional imbalances. Kristin calls it nonsense, she was chosen for this assignment because of her emotional stability and feels fulfilled. She also sensed Lena was familiar, looked her up and found her last name was an anagram of Luthor (you didn’t already know her last name) and Lena would be the same age as his sister. If she is his sister, it would explain her high-strung state when he escaped, and it would explain her fainting spell. 

Events from historical records have taken place, plagues, disasters, shortages, she's been taking record of events the media had no interest in. (what else is going on in the news that plagues and disasters get no coverage) She's been getting comfortable in her apartment, but she can't sleep and is maybe getting sick from it. She can't remember making coffee, maybe she's being watched. (here you notice how unwell she is talking to the paper forgetting this time period’s grammar and syntax keeps writing ‘the third thing’ and repeating herself) She went on a date with Jimmy Olsen, who would win four Pulitzers and be killed on Mars in 2014. (how sad Jimmy died ten years ago) He’s survived by his three kids Noel, James and Clark, (he really named his son after Clark) who found evidence of Superman's identity. Kristin doesn't remember writing that last bit, she needs to sleep but she can't remember where the coffee came from, she’s scared. She’s worried someone will find this journal and figure out she doesn't belong, she might tell Jimmy not to go to Mars, she's worried Lena was right. She hasn't felt fine since she went on that date, it feels like something inside her is tearing her apart, two forces fighting, she needs space. 

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Lena calls Lois wanting to talk to Superman, she got a letter for him, Clark interrupts the conversation wanting Lois to read a column and Lois gets mixed up, so Lena ends the call. As Clark left Lois’s office he noticed Kristin had a tic in her eye. Lois called Lena back and said she didn't know how to find Superman, he finds you. Lena then heard someone at the door and hangs up, it was Superman he heard she has mail. The letter is from Max Maven, a mentalist she met as a girl, he completely shielded his mind from her and he said their paths would cross again, she's his messenger. The letter to Superman says to fly to his home in California or he’ll send Lena her original birth certificate. 

Superman didn't like being coerced, he knew Lena when she lived in Smallville, as Superboy he gave Lex a strange yellow sphere he found in a cave under the woods. Lena had touched its electrical socket and it melted into sludge and Lex was angry at himself for leaving it around and at Superboy for not realizing it was an artifact from an Atlantean exploration party. After that Lena learned too quickly and showed signs of second sight, knowing things, even that her brother was alive when her mother told her he was dead and not to talk about him. In those twenty years Lena suppressed a lot and on a list of things Superman did not want to happen her seeing her birth certificate is one. (are Superman and Lois really friends to her because they’re keeping such a big secret about herself away from her) 

In Los Angeles he had another letter, he can find Max at Magic Castle, it’s unlike him. The Magic Castle was a private club, the doorman refused to let Superman in, so Superman called out to his friend Ray Bradbury. He was such a fan Superboy flew to meet him and they hung out at Disney Land and Walt had his chauffeur drive them home. (you could just name drop celebrities in books back in the day huh) Ray knows it’s him but tells the doorman he's a method actor and tells Superman they’re late for Max Maven’s show. Max had such an atmosphere no one noticed Ray Bradbury and Superman enter and watched Max get angry when someone tells him it wasn't his card. Max threw a fit that he doesn't need cards to make a living and storms out flinging the cards in the air, all landing face down except the correct card. 

Superman found him in his room reading Castaneda, he has him go in another room to talk and asks Superman if he knows who CW Saturn is. Superman recognizes it as a name for the servant of evil, (flashes back to my Vocaloid days) “Can you truly believe that in all your travels, all your exploits, you have never run across any real, solid, unimpeachable evidence of evil in the world?”-”Don't you think there is a source of pain as surely as there is a Creator?”p.94 Max really doesn’t know much about Lena besides she’s a psychic and her friends don’t want her to know of her past. (really not good friends) Superman leaves but Max keeps talking, that when Luthor escaped he opened a conduit that any magic user can use for the Netherworld to gain entry. 

Superman comes back and asks who he is, Max shows him the milk trick, (he actually uses water but it’s still the milk trick) Superman explains how the trick is done and asks Max how does he know of the conduit, from a dream by his second sight. Max has him keep watching the milk trick and track his heart rate and Krillion aura, (what is he going Super Saiyan) Superman calls it off when it gets dangerous, it’s no trick, how did he do it, magic. Max tells him CW Saturn has come to Earth, the hole has to be destroyed and CW Saturn wants to destroy him along with the rules of order, just thought he’d let him know. 

He just knows things, like how he wears glasses a lot for some reason, a lot of people probably know CW Saturn is coming, few trust their senses or the conscience to let him know or maybe it doesn't matter. Max says he doesn't perform magic on stage, it’s miracles, if anyone found out he’d have to face parapsychology studies. He warns Superman if he tells anyone he will find out Lena’s secret. (ah so he set up mutually assured destruction) He preformed the trick because he wouldn't have believed him otherwise, Superman calls him confounding, Max says he hasn't met CW Saturn yet. 

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 Superman calls Lois for a picnic date in a few seconds and he looked up to the skyscrapers, he was glad he lived in Metropolis. “This world was teeming with life and this city, whether the world knew it or not, for all its concrete and radiating heat and clogging or air and water ways, was the focal point of life on planet Earth.”p.100 (is that the reason it’s always the alien threat target) From eight to fourteen million humans, they grinded eight hours a day and the unused energy spreads out. If everyone in this city dropped dead the shock would drive Earth back a millennia, the city was the closest thing to a perpetual motion machine. He loved this city, he didn't know how long he’d live or if he’d ever die (well since Doomsday it’s very well-known you can die it’s just a matter of if you can stay dead) and little idea of why he was here, as he could die tonight this city was his home captor and joy. 

He flies to Lois’s apartment and tells her to grab a swimsuit, wraps her in his cape and takes her to Smallville. He points out Lana and Clark’s childhood homes, the one movie theater, the bank that was robbed when he revealed himself. His statue in the square and Stone’s poultry farm (good for him) that exists now where his cradle ship crashed, he never told anybody in case they turned it into a shrine. (in the Death of Superman a fanatic cult worships at his grave) “Oh, people shouldn't pick living people for their heroes. Somebody who’s dead can’t disappoint you anymore.”p.102 Lois finds old burned ruins, a workshop he built for a friend, he doesn't want to talk about it. He tells four boys (one is Pete Ross’s kid) to go home before it gets dark and he flies Lois to a hot spring in Utah. He heats up the picnic he made, and they talk for a while and at the end rocked her to sleep as he flew her home, secretly kissing her forehead. When she woke up in bed later, she would think it’s enough for her. (so if he thinks he’s about to die was all that sharing memories of his childhood and a secret hot spring picnic just for one last day of good memories for Lois)  

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10/17/2023 DAB Chronological Transcription

Matthew 14, Mark 6, Luke 9:1 - 17

Welcome to Daily Audio Bible Chronological. It's the 17th Day of October. I'm Jill. So good to be here with you As we read through the Bible in chronological order, we do it every day, and we're going to do it until we get through the entire Bible in a year. And the good news is we are well on our way as this month of October is winding down and just a couple months left In this year together and what I really hope that we can do together is finish well together. We are not going to do this perfect. We're not going to do it perfectly. Even though I wish the whole body of believers and the whole world would be in the Bible together, that's OK, We're not going to get it 100% right. So we just pick up right where we are today and we link arms and we walk through, Crawl through, limp through the finish line together, but we we got a little bit left in us, so let's Keep going. Matthew chapter 14 and then we're going to jump to Mark chapter 6 and then over to Luke Chapter 9 verses one through 17. 

So we have three pretty important stories today. Many of us have heard these stories, and we have it in three different perspectives, three different narratives. First we have the beheading of John the Baptist, we have Jesus feeding the 5000, and then we have Jesus walking on the water. Let's narrow in on the book of Matthew just for a second. One particular detail in the story of Jesus walking on the water. So this first version of the story. So Jesus hears about the beheading of his cousin John, and he leaves privately in a boat and he goes to a secluded place. But the crowds hear about this, and so they start pressing in from outside cities and Jesus comes ashore. He seeds, He sees the large crowds and he starts healing the sick. So these are sick people being made well. And the disciples are trying to get Jesus to send them away, send them off other places to eat. This is the miracle of Feeding the 5000 much speculation that it's more than 5000 because it biblically just mentions the men, we know that there were also women and children there, and in this Gospel of Matthew we have a little bit more detail. A little bit more emotion, if you will. Umm Jesus sends the disciples into the boat to get to the other side, while he sends the crowds away. And then he goes up to the mountain by himself to pray. Here's the beauty in this is Jesus. Jesus gets alone. He gets alone after He feeds the people after he heals the people after he sends the people away. He does What he needs to do And he needs to get alone And pray, Up the mountain. I love this. And then real quickly we'll just finish this. The Disciples are away in the boat, And Jesus comes walking on the water. They're terrified. They think it's a ghost. They still Still don't know the man that they're following. They do not quite know him yet. And again, what we see is in a time where sheer panic and fear and chaos could ensue And they have an invitation to enter into the fear Jesus Tells them, Take courage,  It is I. Do not be afraid. And then we have this beautiful exchange with Peter, Doubting Jesus, Lord, if it is really you, command me to come out in the water and here's what it comes down to today. Jesus says one word to Peter, Come. One word, Come. So Peter got out of the boat and he walked on the water, And he came toward Jesus. It didn't take a big thing. Didn't take a big emotional frenzy. It didn't take, Formula. It took one word from Jesus. Come. 

Prayer

Jesus, we hear your word today. We hear your words, but we hear your one word in this story, Come. So here we are. Here we are. We hear your one word extended invitation.So here we come. Here we are. Help us have the courage to get out of the boat And keep our eyes on you so that we do not sink when the pressures of this world try to engulf us, when the storms of this life try to sweep in and overtake us. You extend the invitation one word, Come. Help us Father to keep our eyes fixed on you when the situation around us, when we over saturate ourselves with information, so we are in the know and the storm start to take us and we start Sinking. May we hear your words, Come. And may we keep our eyes fixed on you. Our Savior. Our anchor. Our only hope to make it in this world. Jesus, Here we are. Thank you For your love. We love you, Father, Son, And Holy Spirit, Amen.

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Hello DABC Family, This is Diana from Florida and I just want to come on here because it's been a while since I've said hello to my DABC family and that's because this year I've been attempting to Double Dab and had some difficulty doing so In the past two or three weeks, but I'm catching up. And I just want to pray specifically for China, whom is going to soon head into her maternity leave, if she hasn't already. And let us pray, Dear God, I lift up China and her entire family right now. Lord Jesus, she is embarking on the journey of going from a family of three to a family of four. And Lord God, I just pray in the name of Jesus that your love would surround her And her husband and her beloved daughter. I pray in the name of Jesus that your love would engulf her baby in the womb right now, in the name of Jesus, and that you would help them in the stages of preparation for the beautiful baby that is about to come forth. Lord God Oftentimes there are a lot of growing pains that come with this, so I pray that the fruits of the spirit would be exemplified through the season and that in the name of Jesus as they adjust and readjust and deal with all of the changes that are to come, that they would do so with joy And with gladness, Lord. We love you and we thank you so much for the beauty that China is. Thank you so much for her consistency and reading chronologically. Thank you so much for her heart and for her enthusiasm and teaching your word to us. We love you, Lord, and we bless her in Jesus name. Amen.

Hey y'all, hey, it's Simone from Texas and I debated for about two days whether or not I would send this message and I'm just going to hit record and go. After a year of working in the hospital, I am completely burned Out. I went from loving going to work to hating what I do. Umm, For about six months I work two jobs because the cost of living keeps going up and pay is not. But I had to quit after I started having health issues as a result of working 70-80 hours a week. Today is the one year anniversary of my podcast that I started a year a year ago, and although I absolutely, positively love doing it, I just don't know how to market it, what to do with it, and I am frustrated. I am frustrated and I am tired. The person that is always praying for others is now asking for prayer because I don't know what God wants. I don't know what he wants. And I'm so tired. I'm so tired and I'm trying to be strong and I'm trying to hold on, but I, I'm at a juncture in my life where I just don't know what to do, so I'm asking if you guys would pray that God would answer my prayers, give me some direction on where to go and what to do. I'd love to be able to podcast full time and make a living doing that, but it's just not working. Out and y'all, I'm tired and I'm frustrated, so if you guys could keep me in prayer and if you don't hear from me that much, that's all that's going on with me. I love you guys and I'm praying behind the scenes.

I wanted to call and ask for prayer. I'm a few days behind on the DABC, finally starting to catch up. I've got a couple more days to listen to still, but. I was listening to October 11th today for Matthew 11, I think was the reading. Oh man, Jill, your questions at the end had me crying. Oh my goodness Especially the one where you said. Is it heavy enough yet? And I just stopped what I was doing. And I was like, oh man, that stopped me in my tracks. And I just realized I've been holding on to so much weight From Childhood trauma and just things that have gone through my life. And I've blamed others. I've blamed my mom. Just starting to realize like I need to take responsibility for it myself. And I need to.Release it to God. I've got to stop picking it back up every time I lay it down of his feet. So I want to pray for sorry, ask for prayers for my emotional health. I just, I feel like I keep getting back into this cycle of just I'll be doing really, really good and I'll,  I'll feel like I have better control of my emotions and I don't act Emotion.In ways that I shouldn't just getting irritated or?Taking what people say wrong because I'm caught up in my feelings. I get better and then I fall back into this pattern again of like, oh me and I messed up so bad. I me and my husband argued, or me and my sister got into an argument, or whatever the case is because I was not hearing their heart on something.Just getting too easily offended or not hearing their heart on it. So I just really need prayer. I love you guys so much. Thank you all so much for all you do. You're all amazing. God bless you all. 

[luva-arts]

This is my favorite thing ever seeing people analyze X-Men origins Wolverine Victor Creed. Versus normal Victor Creed, and how we kinda all agree that he’s probably the most accurate Victor Creed, even though he’s not “accurate” he’s not just some giant man goes around killing stuff. He’s this broken child that is definitely a psychopath that has been beat in and abused and neglected only for his own parents and parents of Logan to coddle and appreciate more. He was never the favorite. He was the mistake versus Logan who was this miracle child that keeps getting sick, but it can never die, I analyze the relationship a lot and I’ve concluded that Victor has abandonment issue so when Logan finally decided he was going to leave absolutely just snapped because Logan is his only family and he left him for some chick that he met versus a relationship that has been growing for around 100 something years my math may be wrong, but whatever this Victor Creed is kind of the epitome of all the victor Creed. He may not look like this giant big cat thing at the moment, but you could definitely tell this man been through some crap not to mention his relationship with striker and why he never shut it down as fast as he probably would expecting to. Yeah we kind of see him be like OK give me the adamant like Logan but once again he shut down saying you’re too weak versus your golden baby brother who is all compassing still superior to you which honestly doesn’t help situation not to mention Stryker was very much mentally and possibly physically abusing Victor, but he didn’t really see anything wrong with it because of everything his parents put him through and we’re going based off of the comics, and based off of whatever the heck the movie was trying to imply this man is broken to the point that Logan is the only stability in his life, which was also his driving force of hatred left. He kind of just didn’t know what to do with himself anymore so he tried to chase after that driving force literally he stalked Logan a bunch he made his life a utter nightmare because in Victor‘s eyes, his life became a living nightmare before Logan was even born and then after he was born, it just became worse, but he was his only stability and when he finally decided he didn’t want to be around him anymore, he said well geez if I can’t have you, no one can this man is normal Victor yeah he’s kind of all over the place but you can see this man is genuinely just broke. He doesn’t know what to do with himself. He doesn’t really know what to do anything without Logan because that is for his little brother that he loves a lot, which is probably confusing to him because he also hates him more than him doing stuff with Kayla and stuff like I have this also headcanon that when Kayla was like you know I need to get my sister back he genuinely despises that woman with a burning hatred because not only that she play his brother but also he left him for her and she doesn’t even like him well she loves him but debate whether or not she actually loves him or if she was using him I don’t know but Victor very much hates that woman also in the games and the movie is a very different way of treating Logan. He’s this big silly guy that very much has mental problems and you can kind of tell it. He’s trying to cover it up with jokes and stuff but around everybody else he’s really serious scary cat man scar he’s the equivalent of scar if he was actually like a human being but also could probably kill you without hesitation. He doesn’t really need a plan, but this Victor is freaking smart like really smart to the point that he does play out crap and so when things doesn’t go to his plan, he starts freaking out a little bit cause he’s like oh my God wait wait no instance no I don’t know they talked about this before. There’s always some scenes that show him slowly slipping into the void that is Victor going slowly insane just killing people over and over again, which was probably cathartic for him because this is only time to actually get the pain out

Everytime Victor looks in the mirror he sees his father. The same grey eyes, the same lips, the same hair and even the same damn face shape. The man who beat him everyday, who drank and seduced women. The man he grew up to be. Violent, spiteful, absolutely repulsive. He felt like a failure. Like something less than human. So he became the animal. Because if people see him as that, why not give them want they want?

[sabertoothwalrus]

i had ANOTHER dream abt miraculous ladybug and this ones a LONG one. it didnt have your artstyle but time paris DID have lovely architecture such as: the bigass hollow tree stumps in breath of the wild, u know the ones big enough to fit a shrine and a half. anyway, the final battle is Happening, people get to wonder if hawkmoth is gonna bite the dust in real time bc its being televised. this is all taking place smth like 3 yrs in the future from season 4 of the show. so theyre like uhhhh Older Teens and certifiably Tired Of All This Shit. so! at the bottom of one of those tree stumps, cat noir’s identity is going to be revealed! oh no!! hes in a #crisis of the soul mostly bc getting revealed would be Bad but also he doesnt feel like hes helping ladybug anymore. he doesnt feel trusted. a classic tale of the villain manipulating a traumatized teen. and ladybug (looking out over a roof and yelling at the top of her lungs) is like “ABSOLUTELY NOT YOU LEAVE MY PARTNER ALONE.” and bribes hawkmoth away by dangling her own secret identity in front of him like a worm on a hook. it works a little too well. her identity gets revealed! cat noir is safe but in the shuffle hes lost his miraculous and marinette picks it up. shes got both and puts them on. tikki and plagg are like “MARINETTE ITS SO DANGEROUS TO WEAR BOTH AT THE SAME TIME” and shes like “im going to punch hawkmoth in the face” and off she goes.

cat noir is nowhere to be found bc now hes adrian! and she doesnt know that! but he knows shes marinette! drama! so now ladybug is re transformed (without activating the black cat miraculous) and is whaling on hawkmoth. she crashes thru my house which is definitely not in paris and tells me and my sibs we have to get out NOW so we book it and its at this point the dream reveals to me that mylene’s mom is chinese and i sit there like Now Hold On A Minute and my mom says “i told u so!” and i tell her “you dont even watch the show???” mylene was wearing a green cheongsam. i don’t tend to ask questions. also by this point i made a mental note to tell u abt this bc it only gets more batshit.

ladybug told us (and everyone that was running away which was a lot of ppl) that if they find cat noir they shld tell him that ladybug loves him. then she has this Stellar idea. she finds nadja chamack and her camera (bc theres only two newspeople in all of paris and one of them runs reality tv) and is like “hi i need to get a message out to cat noir.” when the camera is situated on her (mind u ms chamack is VERY aware that this is her daughters babysitter and is currently holding hawkmoth in a chokehold) she says “im sorry cat noir. you believed in me and trusted me since day one and i couldnt extend you the same courtesy. i was wrong. there is no one else who can wield the black cat miraculous, no one else i would trust with the power of destruction. meet me at our normal rendezvous point so i can give back what is yours.” its all very heartfelt but undercut by the fact that hawkmoth’s bitch ass is shouting explicatives next to her. the fight resumes. she gets slammed into a wall á la every anime fight ever and manages to hide before getting to the roof where she’s waiting for cat noir. shes in a right amount of pain and tikki is running her mouth abt danger and injuries etc. marinette Will Not Move until cat noir shows up. and he does! adrian arrives! when marinette sees him she starts laughing and crying. adrian is rightfully confused. is this a good thing? is this a bad thing? did she hit her head? (yes to all 3.) marinette says “i have been in love with you since 10th grade.” (were they in 10th grade? i do not know.) adrian says “and ive been busy being in love with ladybug.” and then she apologizes again, gives him the ring back, they hug, kick ass and meet up in her room.

if it feels like we’re going rlly fast now its bc we are. the dream was pretty much a montage at this point. hawkmoth is arrested, the world knows who ladybug is, adrian is an orphan, nathalie is still sick, and marinettes parents r thinking that their kid has nearly died MULTIPLE TIMES and they never knew. also luka is under that bridge going “oh fuck.” marinette is in her room trying to explain what will happen next to alya and nino. alya says “i had to tell nino”and marinette says “i am beyond the point of anger. but whatever.” cat noir falls thru her sunroof and they hug (again, there was so much hugging in this dream to make up for the complete lack of hugging in the actual show) and alya + nino are like “uhhh awkward.” the last convo i don’t have quotes for bc at this point my alarm was ringing but it was something abt how marinette cant be ladybug or hold the miracle box and she wld want alya to be the holder but NINO knows and nino Cant Know. but cat noir doesnt want marinette to lose her memories! but People Know. the conclusion was they have to talk to chloe abt how to navigate paparazzi. this is my chloe-and-marinette-could-be-friends agenda. ok i think thats EVERYTHING. if u read all that godspeed, drink water. OH. FINAL THOUGHT. ADRIAN HAD LONG BEAUTIFUL HAIR WHICH IS VERY IMPORTANT TO ALL OF THIS. he had model-brand stubble and sharper teeth than he should.

sometimes I’m peeved that tumblr increased the character limit for asks to be higher than 500 characters, and other times I get

1k word asks about miraculous ladybug dreams, and I think that’s beautiful

I do unironically love the part about Chloe helping Marinette navigate paparazzi, rip to her canon character development

[ptergwen]

sensation

w/c: 4.6k

warnings: some swearing, suggestive tings, and a pretty bad ending

summary: it’s the last night of your world tour, and tom has the perfect way to celebrate

a/n: i know y’all have been waiting for this one! everyone really loved when worlds collide but i ran out of ideas for it lol sorry... anyways my solution was to turn it into a oneshot :D based off the au!! i’m honestly nervous about posting this cuz a lot of you asked for it and i don’t wanna disappoint but i tried my absolute hardest to make it special <3 please enjoy

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“thank you so much! we love you!” you shout to the audience, laughing breathlessly when they shout back. one of your dancers pulls you into a side hug, you throwing your arm around his neck. “we’re so fucking lucky you chose us, that you came all the way here. i’ve seen some of you back at night one. wow.” your voice gets wobbly, thinking about how loyal your fans are.

the tour started in new york, and they’ve followed you here to london.

tonight is an emotional night for everyone. you’re about to wrap your last show before you continue again in the summer. touring the u.k. has been a dream, and you’re just as thrilled to travel the rest of the world after your break. it’s bittersweet because you’re going to miss the hell out of your crew and the millions of lovely faces you’ve sang to each week. but, you do get to spend your time off with a special someone.

he’s watching you from the sound booth, sending fond smiles and loud cheers your way. thanks to you, tom has been at every show you’ve played in england. he brought harry along this time because he’s also a fan and wanted to see you. well, tom is more than a fan at this point. you’d say he’s more of a boyfriend. you haven’t discussed labels just yet.

your dates have mainly been over facetime, since you live on opposite sides of the world with insane schedules. a heartthrob actor and international popstar is quite the combination. you’ve only seen each other in person a couple of times, the first being pretty recently.

zendaya brought tom along to hang out with you in los angeles. he happened to be there recording some lines for a movie. she saw your concert earlier that night and invited him to crash the dinner plans you’d made, resulting in the best surprise and most fun you’ve ever had. the other time you enjoyed each other’s company was one weekend in paris. that was... something.

besides those two miracles, everything between you and tom happens through a screen. you’ll down bottles of champagne or keep warm under blankets while talking about your days. it’s nice, having someone on the other end who listens and actually hears you. tom gets it. you both do.

finishing your tour in london is convenient because not only will you have tom to comfort you, but you get to stick around for a while. he’s invited you to stay at his place. you can’t wait to meet the other holland’s, his friends, and obviously tessa.

“fuck, i’m gonna cry. i’m already crying,” you announce to the crowd, though they can tell from the tears streaming down your face. more dancers huddle around you and turn your single hug into a group one. you’re laughing and sobbing and holding on tight to everyone. fans bawl their own eyes out, the fact that this is it starting to settle in. the onstage crew even gets choked up, seeing you like this.

tom pouts from where he’s watching. he wishes he could run up there and squeeze you tight, but he’ll have to save that for when you’re done.

“i love you all so much, literally every single one of you in this room,” you tell everyone for the nth time tonight, swiping a perfectly manicured finger under your eyes. “my lighting crew, sound crew, my band, my fearless fucking dancers-“ a hiccup cuts you off. people burst into fits of giggles, which is a much needed tension breaker. you adjust your headset so the mic doesn’t pick up any other bodily noises.

grinning, you rest your arm on a shorter dancer’s shoulder, then go on. “sorry, sorry. i just wanna say, like, three more thank you’s before i get out of here.” there’s a chorus of no’s and encouraging whistles at the mention of you leaving. you blink back more tears to delay the breakdown you’re going to have. “thank you to my friends who always show up for me.”

with a knowing smile, you glance over at tom. “and, thank you to my more than a friend.” he smiles back, both hands held over his heart. harry elbows him in congratulations. more screaming erupts from the crowd as they realize where you’re looking and who you’re looking at. this will be sure to spark some headlines. whatever, you’re used to trending on every possible social media platform by now.

“this is the big one,” you preface, taking in a breath while everyone quiets down again. “thank you to you guys. for trusting me, for caring about what i have to say in any way. i feel your love. i really do, and i hope you feel mine.” your fans yell that they love you back, dancers gently swaying you side to side, emotions on high. there’s one last song, and it’s over.

“this has been the sensation tour, and i’ve been your host. was i good?” you try to lighten the mood, earning a bunch of what sound like positive shrieks. the earpiece you have in makes it hard to tell. “y’all were even better.” exchanging looks with your dancers, you pull out of the hug so you can get to your mark for the finale. they follow your lead. music comes through the speakers.

“i’ll see you again soon, okay? i promise. here’s sensation,” you introduce the song, immediately bursting into more tears. it’s torture to say goodbye. thankfully, you have the most incredible fans on earth, so they sing along with you at the top of their lungs. that includes tom and harry, your ultimate stans.

when the show is over, you run right off stage and over to tom. he’s waiting on the side with actual heart eyes for you. you practically leap into his arms, a hand cradling the back of his head, both his arms draped low and tight around your body.

“you were so amazing up there! absolutely smashed it, darling,” tom breathes out. his face is smushed between your neck and mostly bare chest. “thanks, tom. seriously, thanks for being here tonight and every other.” you smile a tired smile and wind your other arm around his neck. he presses some light you’re welcome kisses to your skin. “mm, thanks for having me. how’s it feel to be done?”

you sigh, fingers running through his curls. “like the biggest relief, and also really sad.” you’re such a mess that you could cry again on the spot. tom senses it and lifts his head up to see if you’re alright. “super depressing,” you surprisingly reiterate without the waterworks. “i know the feeling. you’ll be back soon, though. you said it,” he murmurs, a grin on his lips as they brush against the corner of yours.

you’re about to kiss him properly, then one of your dancers comes up to you. you’d forgotten that there are still stage managers and security everywhere, too. you get completely lost in tom whenever you’re together.

“you killed, babe,” coco greets you, linking your arm in hers. tom takes the hint and lets go of you. he watches on with a smirk. “nah, you murdered,” you send the compliment back and bite your lower lip. “i dunno, i feel like someone murdered me!” there’s coco with her dramatics. she’s genuinely hilarious, your shared sense of humor playing a huge part in your friendship.

she brings your free hand to her heart. you gasp at how fast it’s going. “that shit is really beating, coco. are you, like, okay?” “probably not. it was the freestyle that got me.” coco went a lot harder than usual tonight, since it was her last big dance break for a while. she puffs air from her cheeks and nods to tom. “this your man?”

“yeah, you could say that. i’m tom,” he answers, holding out a hand for her. “coco.” she pulls it like you would in a handshake. you beam at them, one of your best friends and unofficial boyfriend finally meeting. “sounds promising. i approve,” coco mutters to you. bumping your hip into hers playfully, you take one of tom’s hands in both of yours.

“aw, we have your blessing or something? your permission?” you coo and get a push at your shoulder from coco in return. tom chuckles, his thumb running over the back of your hand. “no! i was gonna say you should bring him out back,” coco clarifies, like it was obvious. you’re not sure what she’s on about. “uh, what’s out back?” you question. “an axe?” tom teases.

coco gestures to the nearest exit. “we’re having a little goodbye party in the parking lot. fire pit, snacks. remember?” nope, you’d completely forgotten. the idea first sounded like the perfect way to end your night, so you agreed to go. that was before you were dripping sweat and mentally exhausted. now, all you want to do is unwind with tom and tom only.

the superstar life is one you’re happy to lead, just not at this exact moment.

“i do now.” you muster up your most apologetic smile for coco, tugging on tom’s hand. “i’m sorry, co. i think we’re gonna pass.” her jaw drops. you’re never one to skip these things. “aw, for real? it’s our last night!” tom threads his fingers through yours while you talk. “bro, we’ve been together for almost a whole year,” you laugh out, nuzzling your cheek into tom’s chest. “get sick of me.”

“never,” coco deadpans. she catches you gazing up at tom, relaxing as his arms hug your middle. she’s known you long enough to tell what’s a fling and what’s real love for you. this is something special, and she can’t get in the way of it. she’ll let you navigate this yourself. “ok, just for tonight. you’ll text me?” coco gives you a real smile, raising an eyebrow at tom. he gathers that’s a good thing. he’s in.

“mhm. maybe we can hang out tomorrow,” you agree and let your eyes flutter shut. all that’s keeping you up are tom’s strong arms. “tell everyone i love them.” “i think they know.” coco shakes her head lightheartedly. tom laughs at her. “be good,” she tells him and means it, rubbing your back on her way to the lot. that leaves you and tom alone at last.

custodians are cleaning up the arena, fans are piling out, and you’re clinging to tom while his steady heartbeat grounds you. this is the only after party you need.

“harry’s got the car when you’re ready,” tom mumbles, tucking a piece of damp hair behind your ear. you loop your arms around his torso with a hum. “i was kinda wondering where he went.” “yeah?” he gives you a small smile. “gotta ask what he thought... of the show.” yawns are creeping past your lips, tonight’s events catching up to you.

“i like feedback from the fans, or stans,” you elaborate in your sleepy state. tom uses his fingertips to tap your temple. “what about me? i’m your biggest.” “i’ll, um, follow up with you later.” your words are slurring. “right now, home.” warmth spreads throughout tom’s entire body, his house becoming yours for a bit. “your chariot awaits,” he affirms before helping you to your dressing room.

after collecting your things, you follow tom out to the car. harry is in the driver’s seat, and you two slip into the back. he exchanges a look with his brother through the mirror while you settle on his shoulder. you’re hugging his bicep, his lips pressing to the side of your head.

“thank you for driving,” you speak softly to harry. he starts to pull out of the spot with a nod. “no problem. get to say i was y/n y/l/n’s chauffeur.” tom clicks his tongue even though harry is joking. you snicker at his remark, joking back. “you want the job? better be a five star ride, then.” your banter brings yet another smile to tom’s face. his family is everything to him, so seeing you get along so well means the most.

“right, right. did you have a good time?” harry wonders, twisting to see behind him while he turns around. he also peeks at you snuggled up to tom before facing forward. “great, actually. did you?” you check, the grin clear in your voice. harry goes into full stan mode. “no shit! you were brilliant, y/n. god, every note was just like how you did it the studio.” he’s raving, which is much appreciated by you.

“good answer.” tom shoots his brother a wink. “‘s that what you wanted to hear?” he asks in reference to your conversation earlier. your response is a kiss to his shoulder. “yay. i’m happy you liked it, harry.” he buzzes with excitement, having his favorite artist care what he thinks.

not much is said for the rest of the drive. tom and harry make some hushed conversation about golfing this weekend while you struggle to stay awake. they’re obsessed with that damn sport. it’s honestly nice to see, that tom has something he likes to do when he isn’t shooting hollywood’s biggest movies. your free time will finally give you the chance to discover other hobbies.

you stumble out of the car upon arriving to the boys’ place, a backpack on your shoulders and tom’s hand held tight in yours. you’ve got only a few essentials with you for tonight. the rest is on the tour bus, so you’ll gather it after your hangout with coco. besides, everything you need at the moment is right here.

“home sweet home,” tom announces as harry unlocks the front door. his words bring a tired smile to your face. “finally,” you exhale, keeping your fingers laced with tom’s and following the two of them inside. “i could show you around a bit, give you the grand tour. or-“ tom stops talking, feeling your weight on him. harry huffs at how oblivious his brother is.

“mate, she’s falling over. save it,” he suggests and kicks the door shut lazily. you’re done in. you’ve been having to lean on tom since the show ended. “another time, then,” tom mumbles, securing his arm around your waist. “there is one thing i wanna see.” your voice is low, body curled into tom’s side. he raises an eyebrow. “and that is?” “your room.”

tom takes that in a suggestive way, like he does most things. “we’re getting right to it, are we?” he questions, harry gagging and you nudging his arm with your head. “not like that, dummy. ‘cuz i’m sleepy.” there’s a beat of silence. “ask me again in-“ “wow, look at the time!” harry interrupts so he doesn’t have to hear the details. he’s sure he’ll witness enough after it happens. “off to bed i go! goodnight.”

he rushes to get to his room, yelling out, “great show, y/n!” on the way. “thank you! night!” you call back, tom letting out a sigh. “div of the century,” he says under his breath. “must run in the family,” you playfully retort. that gets you a firm poke at your side. “where’s everyone else?” you glance up at him. there should be two other idiots and a lovely, furry lady running around.

“tuwaine’s gone to the pub, harrison’s filming late, and tess is at mum and dad’s,” tom fills you in, grabbing your arm and draping it around his middle. doing him one better, you hug him with both. you squint in confusion about the last part. “they watch her when i’m out,” tom answers your unspoken question. “ah,” you nod, then deflate ever so slightly. “i wanted to meet her, though. the other boys, too.”

tom smooths the pad of his thumb over your cheek. “you will, darling. it’s only for tonight.” he kisses the same spot reassuringly. “we’ve got loads of time.” “yeah, we do,” you agree, instantly cheering up and letting your head fall onto his chest. “now, where’s your room?” “just upstairs. you need some help getting in?” he’s only playing around, but you accept, tightening your arms around his neck.

“show me the way,” you beam at him. “happy to.” tom wiggles his eyebrows, you jumping up. your legs wrap around his waist, his arms holding you against him. with a satisfied hum, you squish your face into his insanely soft shirt. “what a diva,” tom sarcastically complains while taking you to the staircase. “doesn’t even say please. no manners from this one.”

“you try dancing in six inch heels for two hours,” you shoot back, patting the side of his neck. he moves one hand down to your thigh for a better grip. you’re nearing the top of the stairs. “think i’ll leave that to you,” he decides and squeezes your thigh. “look at me, carrying the whole music industry.” your face easily gets hot and your words turn to murmurs. “shut up. you should listen to other songs.”

you’re on the second floor now, tom going for the first door. he frowns at his rejected compliment. “no, i like yours. they’re my favorite.” “really?” your muffled laugh sounds from his chest. “what was the first thing i ever said to you?” he asks, a toothy grin on him even though you can’t see it. you recall the faithful night he slid into your dms while he carries you into his room.

he’d tripped over his words somehow, the fangirling fool. before that, he tweeted to the whole world that he wanted to see you in concert. it was a huge thing, and people were freaking out about it, even more so when your online interactions became routine. that’s nothing compared to where you are now.

you’re currently living with him and basically dating. possibly, in love. the base of it all really is your music.

“that you love me.” you pause for the ellipses. the corners of your lips turn up. “but, you really meant to say my work.” “both apply.” tom passes that off like it’s a side comment, carefully laying you down on his bed. you look up at him with a curious glint in your eyes. “what does that mean?” his cheeks flush, and he bites back the smile that’s growing. this was supposed to go... differently.

you sit up, breathing out a laugh at tom’s boyish behavior. he’s precious, truly. “you do love me?” those three words will change everything if he says yes. he takes both your hands in his and holds them between you two. you meet his doe eyes. “yeah, y/n/n. i do.” so, you were right. “i love you... and, that wasn’t how i planned on saying it.” signaling for him to elaborate, you tilt your head to the side.

tom sits down next to and faces you before continuing. “it was supposed to be romantic, right?” he rolls his eyes up to the ceiling, annoyed he ruined this. “candlelit dinner, flowers, that sort of thing. seems more fitting for the occasion.” you shift closer to him until your knees are touching. your face is lit up, voice dropped to almost a whisper.

“since when do we do things the way we’re supposed to?” you point out and set your hands on his shoulders. “we’ve gone straight from online dating to me moving in. that’s usually not how it works.” tom chuckles lowly. his own hands find their place on your hips. you’re so good with words. then again, you are a singer. “guess you could say we’re, um, spontaneous,” he agrees, fingers drawing circles on you.

you and tom have explored some of each other’s most intimate places, yet you’ve never shared a moment quite like this. it’s like meeting him for the first time again. he’s too tongue tied to spit out what he wants. you somehow know, anyway. what you cherish most about your relationship is that you two completely and totally understand one another, on every level.

“tom?” you speak quietly, butterflies filling up your body. “hm?” he hums back. this is one of those moments where it all just clicks. “i love you. i really, really love you.” you giggle out of the pure happiness that consumes you, tom joining in your laughter. “i love you, too.” he sounds like he’s said it a million times and he’ll say it a million more. he leans over so his forehead rests on yours. “really, really love you.”

your warm breath hits his face, eyes darting from his own to his lips. “i want you to be more than...” you trail off, unsure of how to phrase it. “more than... more than a friend?” tom pokes fun at what you said during the show. there’s less and less space between you with every second. “you mean, like, a boyfriend?”

“exactly. be my boyfriend,” you all but demand. you’re half asleep and desperate to be able to call him yours already. “bossy, bossy, bossy,” tom chastises, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip. how he goes from being shy and giddy to the cockiest person alive in minutes, you’ll never know. “please?” you throw in to sway him. your hand locks with his, slowly moving it off your face.

you run your tongue over your teeth. “at least kiss me.” “you don’t have to ask,” tom breathes, lips now ghosting over yours. “i was going to.” true to his words, he closes the microscopic gap between you, you pushing forward against him as you kiss back. your first kiss in love. his lips taste like the chapstick he always uses, and he moves them softly.

he places a hand on your knee, you opening your mouth so he can have access to it. instead, a yawn exits. tom pulls back with a breathy laugh. “you must be exhausted, yeah? let’s get you to bed.” he pecks your lips once more. “my girl needs her beauty rest.” that confirms your relationship. you scrunch your nose and grin wide. “and, she’s gonna get some with her boy.”

you’re reminded of how sweaty you are when you catch a whiff. “oof, wait. do you think i can take a shower first?” you grimace, fanning at the air for emphasis. tom uses the tip of his nose to nudge yours. “absolutely. need help in there, too?” he’s not asking in that way, only so nothing happens. the hospital wouldn’t be the most pleasant place to spend your break. plus, he doesn’t want to be without you too long.

“you know what? yeah.”

that’s how you end up intertwined under the hot water, letting it cascade down your back as tom hugs you close to him. you sigh in content and tangle your fingers in his fluffed over curls. you’ve learned that he’s super into having his hair played with. it’s endearing, how he instinctively leans into your touch, eyes closing as you tug on the roots.

he drops his head down to kiss your shoulder, dragging his lips to your collarbone in a way that tickles. they land on one of your breasts next. there isn’t anything sexual about it, only loving. just in case he gets too excited because it’s not uncommon he does, you gently put a finger to his lips. tom takes the hint and lets up. you continue combing through his wet hair while you step out of the water.

“do you ever sing in the shower?” he questions, drawing your naked body in closer to his. “sometimes, yeah. i honestly feel like i sound better there,” you admit and slide your hand down to the nape of his neck. tom’s tongue darts out to lick his lips. “not true. you sound beautiful everywhere, and don’t fight me on this one.” he smirks in satisfaction, you groaning at your loss.

“i really enjoy hearing your voice when it blares through an arena, though,” tom keeps buttering you up. you shake your head and settle both arms around his neck. “man, i just love you so much.” “i love you, sweetheart,” he murmurs back, you switching places so he can give his hair a final rinse. you watch him and his glowing body, admiring the sight.

“what a sensation you are,” you say mostly to yourself, which doesn’t stop him from hearing. “i see what you did there.” he eyes you while you do the same to him. your arms still around his neck pull him back to you. “tommy? do you sing in the shower?” you meant to ask him before, then he started throwing all those compliments at you.

tom scoffs, walking you back so you’re against the wall. “i don’t sing anywhere.” “what?” you gasp and put a hand on his chest. “you’re lying, you have to be. wasn’t billy elliot a musical?” he narrows his eyes at you as he tries to gage where you’re going with this. “that i did a decade ago, and way before puberty. couldn’t sing a word without cracking after that.”

your mouth is left hanging open in shock and disappointment. you bet he has a nice voice, and he’s downplaying it. “y/n,” tom begins, cupping your jaw with his palm. “since we’re living together now, there’s a lot you’re going the learn about me. good things, weird things.” he shrugs casually. “this is one of the weird things.”

“only because you make it weird! come on, let me hear you,” you request and wrap a leg around his waist. you’re giving him a hopeful smile. “god, no. you’ll hate it,” he almost laughs, a hand on your thigh. “i’m literally a singer. how could i hate something i love?” you refute, batting your lashes at him. “especially when someone i love is doing it.” “i love you, too. but, i’m not.” he’s quick to shut you down.

“drop a bar!” you try to coax him, which he already has a comeback for. “you first.” “i can’t. my throat is all scratchy from earlier,” you lie. tom presses his lips into a line, feigning pity. “aw, you know what’ll make you feel better? tea. i’ll go get you some.” he turns to shut the water off, so you grab his shoulders. “no, the steam is working. you can stay.”

“love,” tom addresses you in a warning tone that you can’t take seriously. he can’t either, a giggle escaping him. “my voice is shit. ask anyone, and they’ll tell you.” “i won’t believe them,” you hum, pushing back curls sticking to his forehead. “sounds like you just have stage fright. we can work on that, though.” “how?” he tightens his arm around your middle.

“i’ll bring you on for my next show. we’ll do a little duet.” you’re joking, though that would definitely be interesting to see unfold. “uh, never. what happened to you being tired?” tom cleverly deflects and digs his fingers into your side. you look down in defeat. “i forgot about that.” “yeah, yeah. no, seriously. we should really get to sleep, y/n/n.” he’s back to his sweet, attentive self. “‘s been a long night.”

giving in with a nod, you capture his lips in yet another kiss. tom never gets tired of them, and neither do you. you break it after a few seconds, lips lingering on his as they detach. “carry me?” you ask again, not caring how whiny you sound. tom presses a quick kiss to your forehead. “oh, you’re adorable. of course.”

well, you’ve found something to keep you occupied until the next leg of tour. you’re going to discover the many layers your intriguingly unusual boyfriend has.

[spiderling-space]

Hey so this thought has been on my mind for like ages and I think that you'd be able to write a headcanon about it in a wonderful way, so I'm presenting this idea to you hehe ( I love ur blog so so so much btw!)

So let's say that whatever miracles of seven happened, that Yuu overblots. Being constantly pushed around by other students by being magicless, solving the idiot trio's problems, trying to survive overblots and dealing with Crowley's neglectful ass cheeks sure is not easy. With all the piled and bottled up negative emotions, Yuu like the previous boys, overblots. Yuu wasn't that hard to defeat cuz you know, they're magicless, but the twst boys did struggle and Yuu's quite the challenge too. So what if, after Yuu's overblot, they had a full on mental breakdown. Not like crying mental breakdown, they're full on SCREAMING, their voice are cracking too, and very painful to hear. They started to unconsciously harm themselves so they have to be tied down to prevent to hurt themselves further. How would the dormleaders react to that?

(Sorry for my English and if I ever break a rule, it's OK if you decide to not do this too. Btw I got this idea when I watch ATLA aka Aang the last airbender, for reference of the breakdown of Yuu just search "Azula's breakdown" that practically how their breakdown looked like :D)

I cant write headcanons because you basically wrote everything. I will just make comments and additions to this. first I mention the background, secondly Azula’s breakdown so non ATLA watchers can understand a little and lastly, MC having breakdown like Azula. For the record, I could write about ATLA for pages since it is something I love since 2005. LOL This became a bit meta xd

You can join the discord server here 😉🤣

Firstly, the back ground:

I was 7 years old when ATLA started airing. I’d be excited to get back home to watch ATLA after school. Azula’s breakdown was awful back then when I first watch it as a kid. And of course, when they aired the episodes again and again. I rewatched again because I remembered the show being dope when I was in 12th grade which was stress relief while studying for university exams, and then I rewatched last year and even founded a Zutara server. Now I’m getting back to the point. In the last two rewatching, I saw Azula in a different light and her breakdown at the end of the show was understandable. I can recommend some ATLA meta that you might like. 

Secondly, Azula’s breakdown: 

Azula lost everything. In the flashbacks, you saw she was getting along with Zuko, laughing and playing tag until Ozai’s influence on her grew while Ursa showed more affection towards Zuko since Ozai basically hated Zuko. These two triggered each other and it grew like snowball effect which came to the point that Ozai-Azula and Ursa-Zuko. She didn’t get love from Ozai, she was just a puppet, someone to empower him more, not his daughter meanwhile to Ursa, she was a monster. Azula was 8 years old  Ursa disappeared. Imagine how this would affect the child. After this, she had estranged brother that she was jealous of because of Ursa’s love, a father who manipulated her, and an uncle who was too in pain to do anything and he was more focused on Zuko. She only had Mai and Ty Lee as “friends” but it was toxic and Azula used fear to control them. After Zuko got banished, Mai and Ty Lee went to their own places, leaving Azula alone with Ozai. Just when Zuko got back, she was being like the last times, cruel teasing, Mai and Ty Lee with her. Later, Zuko went away and probably got lectured by Ozai for her lie. Mai and Ty Lee stood against her. In the end, she had no one. Ozai didn’t want her with him either because he only wants power. Being alone drew her to the edge. In the Royal Hair Washing, the girl sje fired had her face. Her self hatred was palpable. She started to reflect this via Ursa, the mother who thought her as monster and didn’t love her like she did Zuko. I believe she would have had breakdown if she actually killed Zuko. At the end, she couldn’t handle it anymore. Being all alone, not being loved, self hatred and finally failing at something which is something she knows Ozai would never tolerate like he did with Zuko. This 14-year-old wouldn’t be able to handle it anymore and had breakdown.

Now last section, MC having breakdown like Azula’s:

Let’s see the things MC went through:

Stripped away from home

Doesn’t have much memory of it

Is thrusted into a world so foreign to them, where everything is foreign to them. There is no familiar thing that can make them recall home or feel at home

Is forced to study things that they have no prior info where the others have prior info and they are expected to ace the tests. This puts on pressure on regular students, can’t imagine the pressure they would feel since they barely understand the magic.

Is treated like trash by everyone at least once. From the first moment they came to Twisted Wonderland, they were like dirtbag. Dire gave them a house where they could get Hepatitis A to C, tetanus, hypothermia and any other disease. They have lived in that state for months and the house barely got fixed by the end of exams. They got belittled or used by almost all characters at least once. Examples: Vil calling them nobody; Azul trying to take the only thing they have from them, the dorm; Riddle calling them uneducated because not having magical parents; Leona acting like they are a toy in E2; Jamil literally manipulating their choice; sometimes NPC characters talked; Cater making them do his work etc.

They are given more than a person should handle. They are not certificated psychologist, they aren’t superhuman, they don’t have super healing... They are just human but has to fight enemies than can easily kill them if it were not the magic users around them. They are given the task of dealing with the emotional breakdown of the other people.

All of these are building up more and more. Maybe they started to get along with people after the belittlement and being used but every new character does this. At one point, it will be too much and they will think “they are only nice to me because I did a favor to them. If not for that, they wouldn’t be nice to me” which would lead to self doubt. When one starts doubting themselves, everything else starts to go down. Also, new characters treating them that way adds salt to the wound.

MC isn’t a professional psychologist. They can’t handle other people’s issues without taking a toll at themselves. They don’t even catch a break between everything.

Dire is deliberately keeping them away from home as they all do the errands he say. To him, what MC wants doesn’t matter much. The game doesn’t show but if MC has family and friends or pets, you can’t tell me that they wouldn’t miss them once or see, hug them or know their state, alive-dead, healthy-sick etc. 

Lastly not being invincible. The end of Episode 5 shows this well. They couldn’t stand against Grim who isn’t as powerful as the other overblot characters. They are mortal who can get hurt easily.

Now all these build up meanwhile we don’t see an MC centered chapter, how they are etc. It’s all about the others. Maybe there were a few chapters asking if MC is okay after everything but it feels like it is in the second plan. 

Everything that I mentioned can lead to a breakdown like Azula’s. Everything is just too much to handle and they don’t talk with a professional about it. When they finally let out everything, it feels much better, screaming out their lungs, lashing out like all of them did. They are finally letting out all of their emotions, crying and screaming; yet still feels better than bottling everything up. They think maybe that’s how overblot characters felt.

All in all, everyone in NRC needs a counselor.

[eyecide]

OKAY, here’s the whole story. Like I said it’s very long, but I tried to keep it as short as I could! I obviously couldn’t include Everything for multiple reasons, and a lot of this stuff I’ve posted about multiple times anyways

Ok so my ex fiancé and I broke up multiple times through the course of our nearly 2 year relationship, with the final time being May 8th. I definitely wasn’t ready or willing to be engaged that soon but I agreed to it with the understanding that we would wait 5 years MINIMUM to actually get married. Every day since we broke up I remind myself how eternally grateful I am to myself for sticking to my guns on that one, but it’s a story for another day

But anyway like I said this is a very very long story with a lot of important context that explains what lead to the end. It might be little rambley depending on wether or not I am in the mood to proofread this before posting, but anyways. Our relationship was honestly not something that was realistically ever going to last. I’m a very hard working person and committed person, I put a lot of effort into what I do, and I’ve always been the worker that goes the extra mile. I put a lot of pride into my hygiene and keeping my things and surroundings in clean and good order. Des on the other hand, is an insanely insecure honest to god pornbrain, who viewed me not as a partner but as living jerk off material. He struggles to work more than 20 hours a week and quits jobs with no backup plan bc they’re too hard or he just doesn’t like them. He cannot do anything challenging or commit to anything, he dropped out of 3 different schools during our relationship and spent well over half of it unemployed while I payed for him to eat fast food 3 meals a day. You can imagine the frustration and resentment I started to feel when I would be at work for nearly 4 hours by the time he managed to roll his ass out of bed. Not to mention his lack of hygiene was… indescribable. Literally all of his things were on the floor. Dirty and clean laundry were always just piled up wherever he happened to throw it. Food trash would sit in there for WEEKS until it got rancid and moldy, it’s genuinely an honest to god miracle that he never fucking got roaches. It was disgusting, I hated being in there, and I hated that every time I got sick of it and cleaned it all for him (and yes i cleaned his room for him more than he ever did) it would go right back to the was it was before in a week. And I tried so hard to be sympathetic and understand to his mental health, I really did. But being in his room so much was horrible for my mental health too. I was having severe cleanliness anxiety, and panic attacks about things being too dirty. He would drop me off at the end of the day and I would feel filthy. I wasn’t trying to fix him, but I loved him and I had always held onto the hope that he would’ve loved me enough to put in any kind of effort but that never happened

Fast forward to August of 2022, Des left for college in Arizona and things were fine… until they weren’t and he started telling me shit like he didn’t feel any connection to me anymore, wasn’t even sure if he still loved me, and kept thinking about having an open relationship. He always said that he knew an open relationship was a bad idea but I also kind of suspect he was bringing it up just to gauge my reaction to it, and I can’t prove it but I have a little suspicion he wanted us to have an open relationship at the time and would’ve done it if I didn’t say no immediately. But anyway, looking back on it, this was the first time I started to catch on to him really only valuing me for sex and not as a person or a partner. That and something else I’ve posted about before on here, where he called me after I got off work one day and went on and on about how “deprived” of sex he was in Arizona and then asked me if he could do sexual roleplays with other people online. Which obviously I was extremely uncomfortable with and said no to. He has a huge fit about it with sighing and groaning and passive aggressive comments for several minutes until I just give in and told him fine but I don’t want to hear or see anything about it ever. He did later tell me that bc it made me so uncomfortable he actually decided to never do those roleplays, which like I’ve said a few times on here before I don’t believe at all. I also believe he was doing it well before asking me but again, I can’t prove any of that.

I was supposed to move up there with him as soon as I graduated cosmetology school, and that was the plan until he told me that he actually had no intentions of even living with me when I did move up there. Which obviously really bothered me bc I was planning on leaving my entire life behind to be closer to him and he would rather kick it in the dorms on campus than share a living space with me before graduation. So I told him if he wants to stay on campus all 4 years then I wouldn’t be moving at all until he graduates, and his response is to break up with me bc he only wanted me for sex and if I didn’t plan on following him around like a dog he didn’t see the point in us being together. But we did get back together the next day

November is Really where things started to fall apart, in my opinion. I started cosmetology school in October that year, was working 40+ hours a week, dealing with workplace harassment from a new manager, and on top of 21 hours of classes I didn’t have a single day off of anything until thanksgiving break. I was absolutely exhausted, the reality of what this relationship really was was getting harder and harder to deny and on top of that I was feeling insanely lonely. I had no friends at all besides Des and had absolutely nobody to turn to when things were hard, and the reality of that was starting to weigh on me heavily

Then in November out of absolutely nowhere Justice, my ex situationship from the year before and former friend from middle school, added me on Snapchat. (I’m not going to explain the whole story between me and him bc I’ve done that Many times on here already, but if you were following me 2 years ago you might be at least vaguely aware of this anyway). He acknowledged and understood that I was in a relationship, but he wanted us to be friends again which I agreed to. We had a very productive conversation where we both agreed that our past was the past and we weren’t going to do stuff like that anymore, and at the time I very genuinely stood by that. I told Des about this immediately and he wasn’t comfortable with it, but I told him that I wasn’t asking him for permission but rather informing him. At this point Justice and I snapped back and forth infrequently but I wouldn’t actually see him in person for the first time until March

December comes, and Des drops out of college and moves back to california. This I’m not going to really go into a lot of detail about but during this time it becomes very very apparent to me that he barely tolerated being around me if I said I didn’t wanna fuck that day. And keep in mind I was working two jobs essentially, starting at 5am and ending at 10:30 pm, and dealing with a recently diagnosed health issue. Meanwhile he had no job and hadn’t worked in well over 6 months. So yeah 90% of the time I was not feeling it, especially after I would turn him down and he’d pout for hours and/or keep making advances until I gave up. It was a huge turn off, especially when it didn’t stop after I brought up how it was making me feel

February comes, we get engaged. But nearly every other week we’re fighting about something, and it becomes way too much for me. I couldn’t cope with it anymore on top of everything else in my life, and asked for a few weeks of space. I was very very clear that it was not a breakup, that was I calling off our engagement, that neither of us would be seeing other people, and that I still wanted to see him on my birthday which was in about a week from then. He decided to go ahead and check himself into the psych ward that same night to prevent that from happening. March is when I see Justice again for the first time in over a year, we just walked around at a park for a while to catch up which Des was aware of. He was very vocally upset about it and begged me to block Justice and not see him again but honestly? I didn’t care. There was no sympathy or understanding for the things that were making me uncomfortable. And I was desperate for friendship and Justice was right there asking me for it. But after that, I’m not even kidding in the slightest when I say Des was picking fights with me about him multiple times a week, sometimes every other day. I only saw Justice one more time before the breakup (he met up with me and Des at a bar), we weren’t talking more than once every 2ish weeks, and I agreed to let Des see any text he sent me, so there were no secrets and I had nothing to hide. Any time a fight happened it was almost always because Des brought it up, or he told me to block him and i refused. More than once he tried to force me to pick between them but I also refused every time. Was this toxic of me? Probably. I’ll accept that if it was, but like I said. At the time I didn’t care

The final week we were together, on the night of Saturday, May 6th, I let Des look through my phone and he found out that back in December Justice had sent me a snap where he didn’t have a shirt on. It wasn’t sexual, and I’d seen him shirtless multiple times before but he was not wearing one. Des decided this was proof that Justice wanted to get me to cheat on Des, called him to confront him about it, which lead to me finally agreeing to block him. Monday night, May 8th, Des decided he was actually Not okay that this selfie was sent to me and he didn’t know about it, so we argued about it for several hours. Ending with him breaking up with me for the final time. The next day, Tuesday, I unblocked Justice and told him everything that happened. He offered himself as a shoulder to cry on, and that night we took a walk and talked for several hours, including how we were cool just being friends now and despite both being single weren’t going to do anything like we did 2 years ago. Then anyways Friday night that same week I see him again, we sleep together (and I’ve been seeing him pretty much every weekend since then) and I make the mistake of vague posting about on here. Des saw it and had a massive meltdown that resulted in him moving back to Arizona, and after that I have pretty much no idea what he’s been up to nor do I care

He’s reached out to me a few times since this happened but I haven’t really been interested in hearing him out, and I probably never will. Why did I stay for so long though? I don’t know. He wasn’t like that in the beginning, I loved him, and I thought he loved me too. And honestly I really didn’t want to admit to myself how fucked our relationship was. I didn’t want to believe he saw me like that even though I knew it deep down. And like I said, I’m a committed person, and I’m loyal to something I love even if it’s at my own detriment.

My ex may or may not see this, and I don’t particularly care if he does. I fully stand by everything I said here. But anyway, that’s pretty much the story, or at least as much of it as I could include without getting Too personal. I hope this didn’t sound too venty so, if anyone read this far thank you for that I really appreciate it 🖤🖤

we've been mutuals for ages and i think youre very neat (: i love how your appearance / presentation has changed over time. your music posting helped broaden my taste in music. im kinda nosy and sometimes want to ask you avout like whay happened with your previous relationship purely out of curiosity but it is So Deeply not my business so i would never. but mostly i think youre really cool and i hope you like your job (i cant remember if youre still in school for it, im also not totally sure how hairdressing stuff works) and am rooting for you (:

Hi 🖤🖤

I am still in school for hairstyling, but I’m sooooo close to being done I should graduate no later than February and will hopefully be able to take my state board exam by May!

Also I don’t mind talking about what happened with my ex, if I have time today I’ll make a post about it! I’ve been hesitant to say too much on the topic bc he was checking my tumblr for a while (he might still be, but I don’t particularly care at this point either), and would try and contact me when I posted about him. It is a very very long story but it’s not anything secret I’m open to questions abt it :-)

[thinwhitewritings]

A Shot and A Story - Ashton

Summary: Based off of that one video of Ashton bringing a fan on stage to take a shot with her for her birthday - can’t stop thinking of it and I need it. 

Warnings: Alcohol, drunk endeavors, lots of touching, crowds, mini makeout sesh

Rating: 18+ (no smut, a lil kiss kiss and some adult stuff but not smut)

This is unedited because I’m impatient. Enjoy!

You’d been dying to go to a concert for your birthday. Especially your twenty-first. A drink in your hand with music and friends - how could it be better? So, your friends all pitched in to get you guys floor seats to a 5 Seconds of Summer concert. You had all seen them live on your own but this would be the first time you went as a group, and it was beyond exciting, especially since they just so happened to have a show on your birthday. 

The only drawback had been it wasn’t in your hometown. You had to take a small trip to get to the city where they were performing, and somehow your parents had booked a hotel for the four of you who were going, a birthday gift they’d called it. You were surprised either way. The group checked into the hotel, which was just down the street from the venue, a few bars littered along the street - which you would hit at some point. If that was before or after the show, you didn’t care. You were here with your favorite people and going to see your favorite band for the first time in a very long time - and got to get drunk all the while. 

Your friends had brought goodies along, including a sash, mini shots to sneak into the venue, and a sign that said ‘She’s 21 today, get her drunk!’ They claimed it was for the bars, but one of them decided to sneak it with you to the show. You’d gone to dinner and gotten plenty of attention in the form of a free drink from a guy across from your table, and a free dessert from the restaurant. You felt on top of the world, and the night was just getting started. 

You made it to the show with ease, using the opening act to get drinks from a bar in the arena, coming back to your spot just as the lights came down. Screams erupt from the crowds around you, and you felt the excitement from your chest to your toes. The band came onstage with energy, opening up the show with enough motion and lights to blind an entire highway of cars. Song by song passed, your friends making sure you continuously had a drink in your hand. About halfway through the first half of the show, your friend broke out that magical sign, holding it above all of you as you sang along and bounced and screamed. They’d just wrapped up Empty Wallets when Luke speaks up. “Hey, wait, wait - who’s birthday is it?” He asks, pulling an in-ear out and coming to the edge of the stage, pointing in your groups direction. Before you can get a word out, they begin shoving you forward, Luke laughing as they beg for him to get you a drink. 

“Who told you there was alcohol up here?” Ashton remarks, now moving out from his drum set holding up a red solo cup. 

“Ash, you’re very clearly holding an unmarked beverage. In a solo cup of shittin’ things.” Michael laughs. 

You’re trying to pay attention, but a security guard has moved the barrier so that he can lead you to the stage ramp - and it hits you, holy shit this is actually happening. You’re thanking the buzz that’s in your veins for the lack of nerves you have once you’re on stage all of them greeting you with wide smiles and cheers. “Ok but really, to... no one’s surprise, there is alcohol up here.” Calum points to the bottle towards the back of the stage, Ashton quickly grabbing it as the others start asking you your name. One of them asks to double check that you are in fact 21 before pouring out alcohol in front of a whole ass arena. Once it’s in Luke’s hand, he’s moving to Michael’s side, leaning into him as they both assess the card. “Yep, that is definitely today.” Michael confirms. 

“And that is 21 years from today - we are clear for take off everyone.” You haven’t said more than five words but you just feel blissfully happy. A hand comes up to your back and you jump a little, not expecting it, but are greeted with Ashton at your side. He’s leaning into Calum’s mic for everyone to hear. “This might look like water, but I promise everyone that this is 100% tequila.” Screams come from the crowd as he hands over the plastic cup, raising it. You take it and match him, about to take the shot before he stops. Under the immense amount of sound and projected discussion from the other bandmates, Ashton leans to your ear, his free hand taking your wrist carefully and very lightly. “Wait, let’s link arms.” He pulls back with a look of ‘you wanna?’ and you give a wide grin and a nod of your head. With ease, your arms are intertwined and you are nearly chest to chest with the drummer. A few more cries leave the massive audience you have before they all give you a hug, a few birthday wishes before dismissing you off stage. 

Your friends are all shaking your arms and bouncing incessantly when you return asking how you felt, and generally freaking out. The only thing you could get out was “Please tell me you have that on video.”

. . . 

After the show, you decided to run over to one more bar before you headed in for the night, really wanting to make the night well rounded and capture all of the experiences you could. Getting to the bar you realize that it’s actually more of a club. And when you get in there, you almost immediately lose your friends. You’d managed so well up until now, but you figure that you’re better off trying to find them at the bar, since there was only one of them. 

So you navigate your way there, and flag down a bartender for a drink. As you finishing up your payment, you could’ve sworn you heard your name. You turn your head a few times, looking in the crowd for your friends’ faces - only to come up with one that wasn’t in your group. It’s Ashton, approaching with what seems like a crew member behind him, both of them with a glass of beer in their hand. “Hey! It’s the birthday girl!” He greets, swinging an arm open to offer another hug, which you happily take. You back up, holding your drink before leaning towards him, his head dipping to listen to you. “Where’s the other guys?” He gives a nod, a hand running through his hair. 

“They were kind of exhausted, and bailed on me. They’re holed up at our table. No fun if you ask me.” He taunts, giving you a smile which you return. He moves to introduce the guy behind him, to be met with a stranger. You can’t help but laugh as he exasperatedly turns back to you. “What the hell, do I smell or something? I showered before I came here.” He jokes and you can’t stop the smile on your face. 

“If it’s any consolation, my friends and I got split up the second we got here. So it’s kind of a miracle that you managed to have him around that long.” Ashton laughs at your words, and you find a hand on your back again as he leans in. 

“He probably went to our table. Do you wanna go check with me?” You give a nod once he’s asked, and he grins, hand unmoving from your back. He proceeds to guide you to the table he speaks of, a few more familiar faces which all light up at the sight of you. A few utterances of your name come through again, greeting you happily. 

You sit with the group, meeting Sierra and Crystal while you were there, finding yourself somehow completely comfortable with this group. Afterall, you practically grew up with these guys, even if you’d never met them until tonight. A few rounds go by, and you’re finally starting to think about calling it a night. You’re looking at your phone, seeing that your friends have all said to just meet at the hotel, as they’re not having any luck finding each other, let alone you. You try another text - seeing as this happened because you couldn’t get any messages through - and hope that if any of them go through it was that one. That you were safe and had plenty of stories to tell. You’d been chugging water after the third round, telling Ashton that you’d needed to head home tomorrow and wanted to make sure you wouldn’t be sick for the drive, which he then cut you off in response. He however, had still been drinking. So as you lean into him to speak, his arm wraps around you, staying planted as you speak. “Do you know where the bathroom is?” You ask and he nods, the hand holding his drink points in the general direction. 

“Do you want me to walk you over there?” He questions, and you look at him, seeing his features in the very dim neon lights. His hand feels firm, but his thumb is slowly tracing an up and down line into your skin, and you’re trying your best to soak it in. This had to be a dream. The whole time you’d been at the table, his hand had jumped around, on the booth back just above your shoulders, on your thigh, pushing hair out of your eyes - any way he could linger on you he had. Which is why you let him escort you to the bathroom. 

The walk over was pretty uneventful, aside from Ashton spilling the rest of his drink due to someone elbowing his glass. He was annoyed by this, but didn’t let it show in his expressions. In the hallway of the restroom, it’s rather dark, give for the slight light shining through the cracks of the closed bathroom door. You’d turned to Ashton to tell him he could go back to the table, but he’d thrown his beer glass away, and was facing you fully. The hand that had been in yours, now slinks up to your waist, the other matching it. He can see you’re about to say something and leans to your ear to speak. “What is it beautiful?”

Suddenly, you don’t want him to go back to the table. When you see his face again, his forehead is nearly on yours, your breath hitching. “N-Nothing. I just...” You shake your head minutely, being careful not to move too much in the crowded space. Your eyes meet as music blasts around you, not letting you be able to think. His face suddenly is encased in light as the bathroom door swings open. His eyes shift to the door and he looks back to you. “Bathroom’s free.” He points out, and in the boldest move you’ve ever made, you grab his hand on your waist and pull him into the bathroom. 

Ashton shuts the door and locks it with a click, being quick to move back to where you had been positioned before, but this time, takes no time to cup your face and pull your lips to his. Your eyes shut as your own hands move to gently hold the bottom of his arms, as his tongue dips along your bottom lip. Hands move from your face to the back of your neck, your energies moving so simultaneously. You finally pull back from what seems like forever to someone banging on the door. The two of you had both looked to the door and you laugh. “Let me use the restroom, and then we can go back.” You offer, slowly pulling away to move to the stall, and Ashton’s head tilts, looking to your backside. 

“And by back, you mean my hotel room, right?”

So much for your parent’s hotel room ‘gift’.

[emma-d-klutz]

IF I were to write a Maribat fic

It would be mostly a played for comedy and drama take on “Marinette picked up this whole Bat thing way too quickly.”

Like, post Miracle Queen, Marinette is just overtaken with so much guilt about Master Fu and is also desperate for a new mentor to be a replacement and a distraction from the blame she puts on herself and the burden of being the new Guardian. She is absolutely sure she is not ready to be in charge.

She calls Damian and asks for an audience with Batman. Damian is like, “Oh, isn’t this the girl who kicked me out of Paris? What was it you said? ‘No Gothamites in my city.’ Isn’t that what you said? Didn’t you say you can’t have our “type” of vigilante in Paris, because we’re too, what was it, overemotional? Is this that girl who is on my com right now? The one who rejected joining the Teen Titans? That’s you? You want me to TALK to my FATHER? I would barely ask him a favor for someone I actually LIKE.” Except then she kind of blows up at him and tells him the situation, and Damian gets real quiet and listens, and he feels a little sick because he’s remembering the Ric Grayson situation and also Alfred’s most recent death, which he ALSO blames himself for, so like... they got shit in common. He says he’ll talk to Batman about a video call.

Cut to three months later, Marinette has just THROWN HERSELF into being Batman’s disciple. She calls him Master. She practices fighting day and night out of the suit, and IN the suit she uses her powers for training and is often seen sprinting for miles or scaling the Eiffel Tower with only her upper body strength. She comes to school covered in bruises and with the darkest circles under her eyes, and her friends are WORRIED, they really are, but she’s like 80% less bubbly then usual, so no one is really confronting her and are just silently wondering what the heck happened. Most people assume that this has something to do with her taking Adrien and Kagami being an official couple really hard. 

For fashion design, well. Marinette has gotten really into armor lately.... huh.  (It’s because the Batfam encourages her to not rely on a magic suit that can turn off at the worse time, and she is convinced she must be prepared to be Ladybug at any and all times. If anything, she’s lamenting that she doesn’t know how to make weapons.) (She got a grappling hook styled like a yo yo as a present from Master Bat.) 

She texts Kagami out of the blue one day like,  >>Hey. Come over. I am in the process of making my masterwork >>Oh and bring a sword >>A sharpened one, not a training sword And Kagami comes over to see a twitchy (”ok that’s pretty normal”) super serious (”well that’s not. she’s usually so flighty and indecisive”) Marinette. And in the place where there was once an Adrian shrine and stalking schedule is now what seems to be a Hawkmoth shrine and stalking schedule. Marinette brings out what looks sort of like shiny silk with jewels woven in, and Kagami’s assumption is corrected. No. It’s a polymerized titanium she synthesized herself with light elemental defense crystals woven in by hand. Marinette is very proud. It’s a prototype. She plans on making a material that can be beautiful formalwear and as stab-proof as any kevlar. But it’s still a prototype so Kagami can you pretty please do some slashing and stabbing on it pretty please? See she wants it to be really good before giving it to her other Sword Friend, because Dami is a really harsh judge, and her motivation just won’t be able to take it if she gets notes from him this early on in the process. Kagami is actually really on board and helpful in this venture. 

She does like indirectly ask Marinette if she’s heartbroken of if she’s with Luka or what have you, and Marinette just gets really harsh and says she has other priorities. She also makes some grandiose proclamation that neither of them are good enough for Adrien, because Adrien is pure goodness, he’s kindness and forgiveness personified, and it’s just... it’s just... it would be really clear to anyone who has ever heard Batman wax poetic about Superman where she is getting this highkey cringe behavior.

She’s on video calls with Batman all the time. They definitely have a conversation that goes something like this:

“I am certain the mean girl from my school is working for my main supervillain.” “Good. You can find him through her.” “Yess! I have been looking forward to the chance. I am going to interrogate her.” “Ladybug, no.” “I am going to tie her up with my yoyo and dangle her over the highest skyscraper in Paris and tell her I’ll drop her if she doesn’t tell me the identity and location of Hawkmoth.” “Befriend her at school and track her movements.” “Ok but wouldn’t it be quicker to dangle her off a building?” “You’re letting your emotions about someone from your civilian life interfere with your judgement and letting yourself act hastily and with negligence, which is exactly how you lost your first mentor.” “Ah....... you’re right. I’m sorry, Master. I won’t be reckless.” “Good. Tap her cell phone.”

As for Chat Noir, he is FREAKED OUT by her change and all the secrets she’s keeping now. And her behavior towards him has REALLY changed. Well not too much, but it’s noticeable in a way that unnerves him sometimes. Like she’s become a super serious workaholic, but she’s also insanely protective of him, to the point where he feels a bit resentful that he’s not being treated as a competent partner. He’s really trying to get Ladybug to talk out what she’s going through, and he’s anxious all the time that she’s on the cusp of becoming akumatized. Honestly, he’s not wrong on that part. He knows that this is all because she blames herself for Master Fu, and he is also aware that she is spending much more time in contact with that Robin from Gotham who they met once or twice, and he knows she’s keeping some secrets, but NO he is not aware for at least half of the story that she is being remotely trained by Batman. She’s telling him to shut up a lot more and bossing him around more and seems to know way more about Hawkmoth’s movements than him and it feels like he’s out of the loop, but she’s also, like, often spewing out how important he is to her as her partner and keeps giving him handmade pastries and saying, “An army crawls on its stomache,” so like honestly wtf mixed signals much

Batman agreed to mentor her temporarily and has been trying to find someone else from JL to take over, preferably Wonder Woman or Flash, because he agrees with Ladybug’s assessment that to be a hero in Paris it is necessary to have weaponized optimism, or Zatanna or Shazaam, because they could train Ladybug in her magic hopefully. He is told several times that it would be easier to get her mentorship if she agreed to join Teen Titans or Young Justice, which of course they all know, so thanks, but Ladybug would def refuse to leave Paris and her partner, so her joining YJ isn’t really up for discussion. 

Flash said that she’s great but that, “She’s SUCH a Bat,” and that clearly she’s so attached to him that she should just stay one of his. Batman asserts that she is only being like this because she is desperate for a mentor, and if someone else took her on, she’d probably/hopefully change again just as fast. Flash says he isn’t so sure, and that at this delicate point in time, being handed off to someone else might, like, retraumatize her or smth. 

Ladybug literally started breaking fingers interrogating someone.

It is on camera.

The LadyBlog is in SHOCK.

No one knows what to do.

Even Hawkmoth sees the video footage and is like, “Jeez, am I... Mayura, are we in over our heads here? Did we break the teen hero? Is this our fault?”

Anyway, those are all my favorite ideas of the ones I’ve daydreamed so far. There is also stuff about how she interacts with the other members of the Batfam and that she uses the Horse Miraculous to travel to Gotham to be trained in hand-to-hand and also to just sob for hours and scream at things because she CAN’T let her emotions out like that in Paris and the bafflement of the Batkids like “you... came to GOTHAM... to NOT repress your emotions. um, k.” And Cass loves her and thinks she is Baby Sister and if someone is mean to baby sister in front of her she will stare into your soul until you are quiet ect ect many ideas. 

The reason this is an IF and not a WHEN:

dudes I have no plot

[shingia]

Hello!!! I love ur fics sm 😭💖 This is weirdly specific and been plaguing my mind for days,,, Can I req an angsty fic where Atsumu broke up with the reader because he wants to chase his dreams and ultimately leaves but with the reader saying "I'll wait" . A few months later he seeks for the reader again and finds out the reader has terminal illness and is dying. You can decide if there's major character death or a miracle,,,, please and thank u so much!!

𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐨𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐨 - 𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

aw thank youuuu <33 and also WOW this request is in-tense, i modified the ‘terminal illness’ part a little bit for plot convenience, but i rly hope you’re gonna like it ! i am : stressed. also, i’m a sucker for happy endings (just ignore my last bokuto fic) so i couldn’t go full angst on that one 😅

quick storytime : my great grandpa died from heartbreak and i always thought it was a beautiful (yet very sad) way to die, so i guess that’s where i got my inspiration from <3

⤷  atsumu x gn!reader | angst | word count : 1.7K

warnings : hospital environment, heart condition, mild description of ‘illness’ and mentions of death (a little)

your first kiss with miya atsumu had been sloppy, dizzy, with a strong scent of rum and smudged lip balm all over your lips. but there was no doubt that it had been the best kiss of your entire lives…

…just like your last had been the worst. 

two months later, atsumu still couldn’t forget the salty taste of your lips that begged him not to leave. if he focused hard enough, he could even remember the feeling of your hands desperately clinging to his jacket in a last attempt at making him stay by your side.

but he didn’t, and as much as he hated himself for putting an end - even temporary - to what had been the most beautiful chapter of his life, he had never regretted his decision ; and he knew exactly why. you had promised to wait for him, and in pure egoism, he knew and hoped that you would. because no matter the distance, he was still madly in love with you.

which is why he did not understand why osamu was so outraged when he told him that he was finally ready to come back to you. but the younger twin knew things that his brother didn’t - he had seen you let yourself waste away, like nothing else mattered without the one you loved.

but more than that, atsumu did not know about the secret his brother promised to keep. he did not know that, two weeks ago, osamu had found you unconscious in your living room with an alarmingly slow heartbeat. the poor boy had not understood everything the doctors had told him - but whatever a cardiogenic shock was, he knew that it would have carried you off if without his intervention.

however, you had been categorical : atsumu shouldn’t not know about this, under any pretext. you refused to be a burden to the pursuit of his dreams for which he had already sacrificed so much for. but now that atsumu was back, something about this promise didn’t sit right with his brother. and so he decided to tell him everything.

« …most doctors thought about a standard heart attack » he told him after explaining the situation, on the lookout for any impulsive reaction from his brother. « … but one of them talked about something else. you might want to sit down ».

but atsumu couldn’t care less about his brother’s advice. actually, he didn’t care about anything else than you right now. it was already taking a lot of effort for him to stand there listening to samu instead of being on his way to the hospital - but he stayed. for an obscure reason that he didn’t really understand, he stayed.

« did you know that people can die of heartbreak ? » osamu asked, more serious than he had ever been in his whole life. 

the blonde twin felt like the ground had suddenly swallowed him whole - although his brother was trying his best not to sound too accusating, it was more than obvious that whatever situation you were in was because of him. and only him.

« no they can’t » he tried to protest, not even believing in his own words. panic was beginning to win him over - and in a matter of seconds, he lost all his composure « WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU NOT MOVING ? LET’S GO ! » he shouted, already opening the front door. at that moment, one question burned his lips, but he knew he would never have the guts to ask it out loud. 

‘did i kill them ?’

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the steady beeps of all the machines around you were the only thing disrupting the deafening silence of your hospital room. you were sick of spending your days alone. but you had no right to complain, osamu had offered to come and see you after work every day, but you had politely refused. well, politely was a big word… your body was so exhausted that you had trouble articulating simple phrases, and therefore exclusively communicated through nods or hand gestures.

your phone had been confiscated and the doctors kept you away from the news - or at least from the negative news, because they knew that your heart might give out at the tiniest emotional distress.

which is why you were so surprised to hear a knock on your door at about 3pm, outside of the nurses’ shift hours. knowing that you were too weak to talk, osamu let himself in, slowly closing the door behind him before coming closer to your bed.

« how are you doing ? » he asked, resting his hands on the other end of the bed. you shrugged, pointing at the IV and all the monitoring surrounding you. as long as these machines were there, it was hard to feel better than just ok. « listen, um… someone is here for you. the doctors said i could bring him in, but i wanted your authorization first… » he started before clearing his throat. « atsumu is back. do you- are you ready to see him ? ».

ready was probably not an appropriated word. but after two months spent pretending that he was still laying next to you in bed every night, still texting you good morning every day, still sending you the dumbest memes at the most random times, it would have been a huge mistake to refuse osamu’s proposition.

and so he let him in. obviously, atsumu had orders from the doctors and his brother : don’t run, don’t move too fast, don’t speak too soon, don’t touch them without warning. but nobody had asked him not to cry. and how could his eyes stay dry when you looked so fragile and so vulnerable ?

osamu quietly left the room, leaving the two of you together not without apprehension. but if there was one thing he could trust his brother on, it was taking care of you. two months could not have gotten the better of four years of relationship.

but as much as he cared about you, atsumu had always been - and still was - pretty bad with words. and the first ones that left his mouth were a great example. « are you going to die ? » he asked in a shaky voice, brows knitted.

you would have given him an answer if you had one, but you didn’t. the doctors said that you had gone through the most painful part, but the risks of aggravations were still too important to let you go home. you were not 100% safe yet.

« i told you i’d wait » you spoke in a hoarse voice, the beep of your heart monitor getting a little bit faster.

the steps atsumu took towards you were slow, like he had been told, but just one glance at his eyes was enough to know that deep down, he was dying to feel your skin against his.

« i know you probably hate me right now. and for good reasons » he started as he sat on the chair next to your bed, still painfully avoiding any contact. « but there’s something i need to tell you, in case… in case… well, if something were to happen ».

his eyes lingered on your fingertips, blue and cold, and his whole body tensed at once. the thought that everything you were going through had been caused by his own selfishness was driving him crazy. but he had one last thing to keep himself grounded, and that thing was exactly what he was about to tell you.

« i love you. but i caused you so much trouble that i think there’s only one way to prove it… » he said, taking a deep breath before finally resting a timid hand on your arm. « i want to marry you. right now. i don’t fucking care if it’s not considered official, i just want you to know that leaving you was probably the biggest mistake i ever did. and that i’m not leaving ever again. so fuck it, let’s get married ! you almost died, life’s too short to plan a stupid ceremony ».

he stopped for a few seconds, panting from his teary monologue and paying attention to any beep or other sound that might indicate that he had made things worse for you. but it seemed like you were doing ok. how could you not be ? the love of your life had just proposed to you - sure, it wasn’t how you had imagined it, but wasn’t it even more beautiful like that ?

the tears that started rolling down your cheeks were undoubtedly tears of happiness and relief to know that, finally, your life was back to normal. atsumu was your normality, and for the first time in two months, you finally felt like you had a purpose. you had no idea if soulmates existed, but what you had with atsumu seemed more than close enough.

if someone had entered the room at that moment, it’d probably have taken them several minutes to understand what was going on. two young adults, crying yet smiling, one of them laying on a hospital bed looking like they had been through hell and back, and the other tearing off two pieces of his t-shirt and looking genuinely proud of himself -  nothing about this made sense.

« my apologies, it was the easiest way to make us rings » atsumu chuckled, eyes still blurry as grabbed your hand in his with infinite tenderness. slowly, he tied the piece of cloth around your ring finger, loosely enough so that the doctors would not consider it dangerous for your blood circulation.

« i’m keeping that until you’re getting out of here. by my side. » he affirmed, pointing at his own makeshift ring before looking right into your eyes, as serious as ever. « and i’m also keeping you. forever. consider this my wedding vows »

as much as he hated to phrase it like that, you could both die in peace now.

i spent so much time on medical sites to be as accurate as i could, i felt like meredith mf grey for a few hours

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