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internalsealpanic · 4 years ago

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Fabulous Friday Evenings

Summary: You were having a really bad day. Conner decides to help cheer you up and make sure your drunk ass doesn’t face plant on the side walk.

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word count: 2,652

a/n: Special thanks to @anothertimdrakestan for helping with the ending and helping with editing! Love you, Elle!

warnings: alcohol and swearing and author does not know how alcohol works. No one is under the drinking age. This may benefit from more editing.

"Mosht people are jusht the careful scaffolding of complexshesh," you slurred, your face red, head half buried in your arms, and golden ear cuffs winking under the dim bar lights.

"You somehow still sound like a fucking nerd even you're when drunk," Conner laughed throwing his head back, handsome face stretched with a cheeky smile. "You look like a mess," he said softly, reaching out for your cheek.

"Fuhk you! Not eberyone can be born too pretty for their own guhd- how did yah evehn know I was here? It was Tim wasn't it! "

"Good guess buuuut it was actually Bart" Conner explained casually taking a seat next to you as you lifted your head momentarily before plopping it back down to stare at the amber gloss of the drink. The light from the ceiling seemed to dance so elegantly in your eyes even as you wrinkled your brows. "That rat," you cursed miserably into your arm.

Across from you, a pretty brunette shot you two a wink and without looking you could tell Conner flirted in kind. Normally, you'd have the audacity to steal the girl's attention away before Conner could even make a proper move but tonight you were in absolutely no mood to be charming. In fact, you were sloshed. You didn't know whether it was the fourth or fifth drink that did it but there you were sitting next to one of the most attractive people he knew with your makeup smeared and eyes still swollen and puffy. You kind of just want a portal to open up and swallow you.

The brunette made a motion to her friends which indicated that she was gonna try her luck and you wished her the best of luck. You bit your soft lips before pressing them into a pout. It took everything in Conner not to kiss you on the spot. Be the responsible one they said. It would be fun, they said.

"We should go. You're-"

"Have fun," you said, patting him on the shoulder, cutting him off curtly; placing some cash on the bar before leaving. The buxom brunette approached Conner placing a hand on the shoulder you’d just touched moments before. He didn’t seem to notice her, his mind still lingering on the warmth of your hand. Before she can say anything, he pivots and runs towards you .

The casual slump in your shoulders in place of your usual elegance was a pretty good indication that you would probably fall in a gutter before you got home. Conner highly doubted you could see straight.

"I can’t believe Roz let you get this sloshed without checking on you," He joked bringing one of your arms over his shoulder and slinging his own arm around you for balance. You walked like a newborn horse. It was incredibly embarrassing and you wanted to die. Conner, on the other hand, just found it incredibly hilarious.

"She's out getting into her own brand of sloshed at a bachelorette party,"

"Huh. Didn't know she was the wedding type. Thought she hated going to those,"

"She's the stripper," You deadpanned, sounding abnormally sober. With that Conner let out a genuinely hearty laugh. You would trade all the martinis, dackories, and margaritas in the world just to get drunk on that laugh.

"That reminds me," Conner drawled, adjusting his hold feeling just how shaky you were from the late October Metropolis weather pressing you closer to his warm body. You kind of wanted to melt into his side but you had too much pride. "Bart never said why you were out here getting shit faced," You frowned at him but couldn't really muster any sharpness into your expression.

There were lots of reasons to get 'shit faced' even in shiny Metropolis. You twitched your nose and mouth side to side gathering the makings of a sentence. Where do you even start? Your little sister got suspended, your mother (who somehow found out you were in Metropolis) is either demanding money or for you to drop everything to go back home to help around the house (translation: help out with the bills while babysitting your siblings), Bats and some other league members were on your ass for the last mission (probably the only thing on this list you found reasonable), this morning, you got fired from your library job so they could hire Marco's girlfriend (who is in fact a perfectly nice person which means you can't really hate her), or the dozens of little annoyances such as Bart not being able to keep his trap shut.

"This week was just a little much,"

A long moment of silence passes between you. Uncharacteristic for Conner but it was cute that he thought silence would make you fess up.

"You know I could have gone home on my own. That brunette looked like she was up for a good time,"

"Yeah right. Also you're welcome."

"You're right. Thank you for getting blue balled this fine evening to escort me" you didn't want to be prickly but Conner was being too nice and that made your skin crawl. Why couldn’t he be mean to you right now like a normal person?

"First off, she wasn't even my type-" You raised a brow.

"Kon, her tits were the size of Jupiter-"

"Did you really just say 'tits'?"

You threw him a scowl clearly sobering up from irritation.

"Shut up. Point iiiis, you didn't have to-"

"You just said-"

"Oh for the love of- yes, I said tits. Speaking of which you should be staring at some instead of having to lug my sorry ass around on this fabulous Friday evening." Your hand fluttering, gesturing vaguely in the air.

"Eh. There'll be other Fridays" Kon shrugged. Pulling you closer and some selfish part of you felt relieved.

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Much to your surprise (you really ought not to be), Roz wasn't home yet which meant you had to dig out the keys from the secret hiding spot- another hassle. You reached out peeling a hilariously well concealed hole in the wall and fished out the set of jingling keys. Conner looked like he was between amusement and bewilderment. Good enough. At least, this stopped Conner's 30 minute TED Talk about the new 70s sitcom he'd found.

You two entered the shoe box apartment clumsily thanks to your disastrous limbs.

You blew out a breath and muttered a thanks as Conner helped you plop onto the couch. Though, it was more like gravity decided to magnetize your body to the couch and Conner just let it happen.

You shut his eyes for a moment wrapping a ragged blanket around you. You made a mental note to raid the thrift store for a new one. Preferably one void of holes.

"So what's up and don't you dare say it was nothing. I've never seen you this hammered before," He said handing you a mug of steaming hot chocolate.

"Does it occur to you that I might get hammered like this often and you might just not see it? Who knows maybe I'm actually a functional alcoholic?"

"Ok, first off, you are barely functional. Second, that might be your weakest deflection yet. Try again,"

"Ok... did it occur-"

"I didn't mean it lite- just tell me what happened. Everyone's worried,"

You stared at the steam rising from the fresh cup of cocoa. It was none of Conner's business. It was no one’s business. Your friends were too goddamn nice. Blowing out another breath, you said "You might wanna sit down too,"

Conner takes his own mug of hot cocoa and sits next to you because for some reason eye contact made you a better liar and Conner for all his dumb decisions wasn't gonna let you off the hook that easily. You shifted uncomfortably and muttered about either Cassie or Roz ratting you out. He assumed it was the eye contact thing. Conner felt a little offended. He might not be Tim but he’s smart enough to figure it out on his own. Despite his hurt feelings and bruised ego, he decided to table that and focus on the current issue or, likely, issues.

"Do you want it in alphabetical order?"

"Please tell me you can actually do that," Conner teased with a wide grin. You couldn’t fight off a smile forming on your face. "Sadly, I am not Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne. My brain cells work like a normal person's,"

"Didn't you die?"

"Death only fixes stupid when you stay dead. You've seen Red Hood and whichever other Ex-Robin has been to the pearly gates,"

"You say that as if Jason wouldn't tell the big man to fuck off,"

You blinked and turned your head up to the ceiling. "Ok that's true," You conceded, your mouth twitching rapidly from side to side making you look like an exasperated rabbit. Cute.

"So what's up?"

All the good mood from the past few minutes dissipated in an instant. You looked down solemnly at the still steaming mug. You were silent for what felt like an eternity.

"It's family- Immediate. And the source of all evil-"

"Lex Corp?"

You snorted a shy tired smile cracked across your face. You shook your head. Those little gestures just make Conner feel a little warmer. You, on the other hand, cursed at how easily Conner could make you laugh. You were supposed to be sad damn it.

"Money," Conner knew immediate family was always a sore spot for you. No one knew the specifics except Roz but that was inevitable when you're cousins. Money was also a sore spot and based on your near dead tone. You’ve either lost a lot of it or you’re in a tight spot but not ready to elaborate.

"Wanna try buying a lottery ticket?"

"What?"

"Who knows you might get lucky?"

"You could have gotten lucky you if you-"

"Are you seriously gonna keep bringing that up?"

"Yes, most likely. Depends,"

"On what?!"

"On whether I can think of something funnier to give you shit about or if you can convince me-whatever the fuck you're thinking of doing stop!"Conner's cheeky grin did not disappear nor did the faint flush on your cheeks.

"I wasn't thinking of anything, you sick pervert" he laughed. You really should have been exasperated with Conner. You tried damn it. You looked at him skeptically before violently letting his head rest on Conner’s shoulder causing the other boy to fall over.

"Aaaaaaawwwww babe , if you wanted to cuddle you could have just said so,"

You wanted to. In fact, both of you wanted to. But unfortunately neither of you were martian and neither of you was willing to say jack. You closed your eyes trying to pretend Conner wasn't a little shit. Conner radiated too much smug for that though.

"Shut up," You mumbled into Conner's shoulder already feeling sleep pull him under. You clung to him. Maybe just for tonight you can indulge in this. Just for a little while you can cling to Conner's warmth. Maybe in the morning your head will ache too much to remember this. Waking up alone wouldn't be too painful then. Hopefully.

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You woke up feeling like a troop of Can Caning hippos decided to host a live performance all over your head. You sighed remembering that you had in fact run out of Aspirin just days before so you decided on just lying there and praying that Roz also needed Aspirin and had more energy to run to the store.

You settled in nuzzling in to the warm-

Wait. It was October.

Nothing in the apartment should be warm.

NOTHING.

Then, you heard it. A LOUD snore. It honestly sounded more like the roar of an engine than anything. Everything else followed. The slow rising and falling of the chest beneath you, the press of stubble against your forehead, and the strong arms loosely wrapped around you.

Yeah. You died again. Yeah. You finally went to heaven. Yup. You were ok with that. You were definitely 100% A Ok with this if this was heaven. Being held tenderly by the guy you liked while you got a good night’s sleep was definitely heaven. God, you were such a sap.

How the hell you missed all of that baffled you.

Oh wait. Dancing hippos. Fuck.

Your head felt like it was threatening to crack open but somehow you honestly could not mind even if you tried. You were laying on top of a hot (literally and metaphorically) guy mutually cuddling. You nuzzled into the junction between Conner’s neck and shoulder in an attempt to steal more warmth. Sure, you were probably gonna go deaf from the snoring. Sure, you were definitely irritated by the stubble pressed against your face. And sure, you would probably die of embarrassment once Conner woke up. You could worry about all that later. All you could think about was how nicely your arms fit around Conner’s neck and how Conner’s arms wrap around you a little tighter in return.

Click.

You could hear the distinct sound of your own camera shutter. Each sound chipped away at your peace of mind. You lifted your head only to see Roz holding your camera.

TAKING PICTURES.

Your cousin was nothing if not a petty opportunist.

“I would tell you to get a room buuuut the only bedroom iiiiis preeeeeeetty occupied,” Roz drawled smugly way too pleased with herself. You opened his mouth to ask but you’d already made the mistake of walking in on Roz and a guest once and you were pretty sure you needed more therapy for that than you did for your murder. You just sighed as Roz took another picture.

“Come on, (y/n), smile a little,”

“I’m not smiling for your blackmail material,”

Roz gasped trying to sound scandalized. She failed, only sounding amused beyond belief. “It’s only blackmail if you’re ashamed of it. Personally, I think you’re scoring big time,”

“Roz please just fuck off before you wake him up,”

“Too fuckin’ late for that. He’s been awake for awhile,”

You could feel Conner smiling into your hair and his arms wrap around you a little tighter. You tried to straighten up. To tower over him. To look intimidating.

But…. you couldn’t. You were kind of trapped because, yanno, super strength.

You were seething and threw a scowl at Conner who only chuckled at you in response.

“You’re never gonna let me live this down, are you?” You snarled, clearly exasperated and feeling the hippos start their encore performance.

“ Mmmmmm, it depends,” Nope. The hippos did not only come back for an encore. They brought friends. Based on the absolutely smug look on Conner’s face, you were in for an entire parade.

You let out a breath not sure if you wanted to play this game but not really seeing any other options. “On what?“

Conner paused and hummed and hummed and hummed some more as if he was actually thinking but you knew from the crook of his lips that he had this planned out. Maybe not this exact scenario but something close“Go out on a date with me,”

You blinked then rolled your eyes theatrically enough that your head rolled along with it. “And be seen with you in public?” You teased, an almost sheepish smile tugging at your features.

Yeah, Conner wasn’t exactly expecting you to say yes.

“Yeah. Sure. Why not?” You said playing it off as casually as possible but you couldn’t help but mirror the absolutely goofy grin plastered on Conner’s face. His happiness was infectious. You felt weightless. It was probably the fact that you were floating with him but you were pretty sure you were just on cloud nine. You were doomed. Definitely, inevitable, indubitably doomed. Even though everything has been shit up to now. The happiness radiating off of Conner was enough to make everything feel a little better.

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panharmonium · 4 years ago

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Merlin and Naruto

I did Merlin here, so here’s Naruto! :D

[disclaimer for everyone: I have only watched up through Season 10 of Shippuden (the arc with the Five Kage Summit), and I am trying to avoid spoilers for everything after that point, so please don’t interact with this (including tags, because tumblr shows them to me automatically) unless you are avoiding ALL spoilers. For me, this includes discussion about whether you like/dislike future seasons, comparisons of various seasons in terms of quality, etc. Thanks, everyone! <3]

My favorite parent-child relationship: I know they’re not blood-related, but Iruka and Naruto have me crying every time I see them together. Naruto straight-up says that when he’s with Iruka he feels like he knows what it’s like to have a father, and honestly, Iruka loves Naruto so much at this point that he would insta-adopt him if Naruto asked. I love how Naruto always cites Iruka as the first person who cared for him even later in the show when Iruka hasn’t had as much screentime, and when I saw Iruka cry because he’s so proud of Naruto at the end of the Pain arc, it was just...too much for my little heart to handle.

My favorite sibling relationship: You know, thinking about it, almost all of the people in Naruto are only children, as far as we know! But in terms of just that sibling vibe - Sakura and Naruto definitely give me that feel. I know he has a crush on her, but their relationship has always felt more sibling-like to me, and I especially love how deep their bond has become by the time we get to Shippuden. They are just so comfortable with each other now - the depth of the love and friendship they feel for each other is palpable.

My favorite family relationship (other): I adore Naruto’s relationship with Jiraiya. That scene where Naruto falls asleep against his back almost killed me, and Jiraiya’s later line, “Your smile is my salvation” - that was too much. It absolutely destroyed me. The way Jiraiya kind of gave up on everything after his old life went to hell - neverending wars, Orochimaru gone, his original students dead, his student’s students dead, Minato dead - he just ran away after that, and it was meeting Naruto that kind of rekindled that spark of hope in him and helped him reconnect with his community and rediscover a sense of purpose in his life. Naruto enabled him to finally come home, and I think that’s beautiful.

My favorite friendship between two people: There are so many friendships in Naruto that I love (one of the greatest things about this show for me has been how little focus is given to romantic relationships, at least so far; it’s very much a friendship-oriented show), but right now I’m in a bit of a Kakashi-Yamato hole. I was super primed to not like Yamato when he first showed up, because him being there meant that my favorite character WASN’T there, and also he ended up replacing Kakashi on the one mission where the team finally found Sasuke, but the guy won me over in the end. He is one of my favorite characters now - my heart just swells every time I see him - and I think his relationship with Kakashi is super interesting. I’ve written before about how Kakashi’s only truly intimate friendships are with people who are dead, and I do think that applies when it comes to Yamato, too, even though the two of them are obviously very companionable and close. There is still a level to that relationship where Kakashi is a bit of a mentor figure, the “superior officer,” which results in a degree of (still friendly and affectionate) distance. And as with all of his other relationships, Kakashi doesn’t really confide in Yamato about his life or open up to him in the same way that he does when he talks to his dead friends - but at the same time, there is an element to their relationship that doesn’t exist in Kakashi’s other friendships, and it’s the fact that Kakashi trusts Yamato with his kids, implicitly and without reservation. Kakashi’s entire life right now is very much enmeshed in what happens to his students, and even if he doesn’t necessarily talk about that with Yamato, Yamato is still deeply involved in that work. Yamato VOLUNTEERED for that work. And he continues to dedicate himself to it even when his first mission as Kakashi’s stand-in ends up going completely off the rails and turning into WAY more than he signed up for. He keeps doing his utmost for Kakashi’s kids without it even being his original responsibility, and that is such an unusual thing, for Kakashi, who in every other circumstance is always the one stepping in to help other people, the one who always shoulders his burdens alone. Nobody ever asks Kakashi if he needs help with these incredibly high-needs children, and neither does Yamato - but the difference is that Yamato jumps in to help regardless, and he stays no matter how complicated things get. That’s huge, and it’s only going to become more important. It’s just - it is difficult for Kakashi to have intimate friendships with people who don’t share his history, and this rules out almost everybody else in the world, because all the people who truly share his own history are dead. But the degree to which Yamato has altruistically and irreversibly entwined himself into the most important parts of Kakashi’s new history - the chapters being written right now, the ones that are going to define the rest of Kakashi’s life - means that Yamato is well on his way to breaking through that wall and becoming the first exception to a universal rule. [There is a lot to be said on Kakashi’s side of this, too, like - every time Kakashi refuses to call Yamato by his code name I lose my mind just a little bit, and I have MANY thoughts about Kakashi basically dragging folks who’ve been victimized or exploited or experimented on out of ANBU and then absorbing them into his own team, where they become a part of a family-type unit that respects them and cares about them and treats them like human beings. I mean, there’s a huge difference between the Yamato we meet in S2 vs. the Yamato we know in S10 (and the same thing goes for Sai!) - and that’s something I think about a lot.]

My favorite friendship between a group: I love all of the team dynamics, but Team Gai is a fave XD The absurd contrast between oh-so-serious Neji vs. Gai/Lee’s incredible goofiness (with Tenten’s exasperation in between) is comedy gold. I screamed with laughter in S1 when Gai was trying to get Neji to put his hand in the circle and do their “shout a slogan like a sports team” thing - I’ve never seen anything funnier on this show than jonin!Neji trying to put up with Gai’s antics.

My favorite mentorship: My favorite mentorship is always Kakashi and whichever kid happens be onscreen with him at that moment, but I’ll be honest and say that Kakashi+Sasuke was the first dynamic that got me actually invested in this show (as opposed to me just watching it because it was on and not really caring what happened to any of the characters). They are still the mentorship dynamic about which I have the most complex feelings, and that is especially true after the last season we watched. I will probably end up making a separate post about this, because I still have not written down all of my thoughts about the end of Season 10 and I am still trapped in my feelings about this very lost child and the only adult who ever tried to help him the way he deserved to be helped, and I know I have way more to say about them than I can reasonably fit in this bullet point. But - the short version is that I am super compelled by the way that every tragedy that’s befallen Kakashi is precisely what shapes him into the only adult who can help this particular kid, the way seemingly senseless events ended up putting Kakashi in a position where he’s the only adult who can intervene on this kid’s behalf many, many years later. The way Sasuke’s plight (and the potential that Kakashi has to help him) suddenly grants meaning to the worst parts of Kakashi’s life - that knocks me on my butt.

My favorite rivalry: So I probably would not have said this until the episode where Kakashi comes three seconds away from being made Hokage, but I’m gonna say Gai & Kakashi, solely to express my love and appreciation for Gai in that episode. This is the ep where Gai challenges Kakashi to a race through the entire village (as a sort of “last hurrah before we can’t do this kind of silly shit anymore” thing) and Kakashi is initially kind of reluctant to do it, because he’s stressed out about a lot of things, but he does end up agreeing to it, and then he has SO much fun, and I LOVED this so much; I can’t even tell you. This moment takes place immediately after Kakashi returns from that horrible, awful confrontation with Sasuke, and everything preceding this scene was very hard for me to see, because everybody is just asking Kakashi to do more and more and more for them without giving him even a hot minute to be like “i almost just killed my own kid. i almost just had to kill my own kid, who was trying to kill my other kid, who was trying to kill kid #1 first, so i wouldn’t have assume the burden of killing him myself.” Nobody checks on him, nobody asks, and Kakashi has to just hold onto that horror and also fret over the uncertain yet chilling secrets that Madara Uchiha disclosed and also prepare to shoulder the crushing weight of an office he never asked for - AND THEN. GAI SHOWS UP. And even though Gai doesn’t really know what happened, he still checks Kakashi over from top to bottom to make sure he’s in one piece, and then he drags him into this stupid competition, and it makes Kakashi LAUGH. They go running all out across the craterized scene of devastation that used to be their home, and they have FUN doing it, and Kakashi straight-up tells Gai, “This was just what I needed,” which - god. It would be great if Kakashi had somebody he could actually talk to, sure, but there’s also a space in our lives for people who just cheer us up, no questions asked. It’s like when you tell someone you have a problem and they ask, “Do you want to talk about it or do you want to be distracted?” Sometimes you don’t need to talk about it. Sometimes you just need people who will take you for a goofy footrace and make you feel like you’re running too fast for any of your troubles to ever touch you again, for a few minutes.

My favorite hatred/antipathy: The answer to this question used to be Kakashi and Itachi, and while I’m even MORE fascinated by their dynamic now than ever, it’s taken on a whole new dimension, given that I think Itachi is (secretly) thrilled to see someone like Kakashi so committed to taking him down and keeping Sasuke safe. So, in place of that, I’ll just say that I love how much all of the Akatsuki cannot stand each other XD Almost none of them get along, and it makes me laugh every time - I can’t believe they ever get anything done, though I guess that’s to be expected when you get that many super-criminals together in a room. I especially love how they all think Orochimaru is so stupid...cannot get over them laughing at him and his body-snatching immortality schemes.

My favorite potential relationship between characters who never talk in canon: Okay, these are both silly answers, but - I would have KILLED to see Jiraiya interacting with Minato’s team. Like, I’m certain they spent time together, but honestly, what I wouldn’t give to have witnessed some of it. All I could think about during that mini-arc where Jiraiya teaches Naruto how to sync up with Gamariki was how little!Kakashi would have taken one look at the dancing frogs and decided he would be using dog!summons for the rest of his life; meanwhile Obito would have already been in the frog’s mouth begging to be launched into the air like a cannonball. Also - my sister said the other night how it is a CRIME that we never got to see Sasuke forced to interact with Jiraiya and honestly, that is too true.

#naruto #pan watches naruto #long post #meta #(sort of)

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gloomiedyke · 6 years ago

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Of Course

On Ao3 Here

Summary: Virgil’s only ever really had one answer when it came to the others.

Pairings: LAMP/CALM, either romantic or platonic, whichever you prefer

Word Count: 2,306

Warnings: None, I don’t think. Fluff.

Virgil lived in grey.

He didn’t mean to sound so dramatic or emo about it (despite what Creativity might say). It wasn’t some huge, momentous statement or anything. It was just a fact of his life- if he could really even be called “living”, being a part of another person.

Whatever, the point was: Virgil not-quite-lived in grey. It was just how it was- anxiety was neutral, capable of being equally good or bad, helpful or hindering, life-saving or life-ruining. It all depended on the person, and their mind, and their life. How they were coded to be, and how they chose to be.

Thomas was a good person. He was kind, positive, sensitive, understanding. But at his core, Thomas was emotional, really emotional. And emotion could swing either way, especially when it was strong. So Virgil lived in greys, sometimes swinging hard enough to hit ‘bad’ or ‘good’, mostly just providing a subtle guidance and only kicking in with any strength during emergencies.

Until, that is, Thomas hit puberty.

Fucking thanks, hormones.

By the time things had calmed down the other Sides were set in their opinions of him. (And, unfortunately, Thomas himself had become aware of him, and Virgil didn’t know how to feel about that). Of course Morality was as kind as ever, but Virgil knew he made the mock father figure just a little too uncomfortable. Logic was mostly unbiased, so it was possible he was just indifferent, which Virgil didn’t mind all that much, even if he got so painfully lonely sometimes. And Princey… well. The Prince had never much liked Anxiety; when they were young he’d felt that Virgil’s attempts to keep Thomas from death got in the way of his dream chasing. As they got older, and Virgil’s fears and control over Thomas grew, Roman only believed it all the more.

Virgil figured that was just the way things were. They’d never been all that close, and he didn’t need to be liked (Thomas’ fear of rejection gave away the lie here, but he didn’t need to acknowledge that). It didn’t matter, and it wouldn’t change, so he might as well get used to it.

He hadn’t expected to care about them quite so much, though.

Anxiety had always cared about the others, of course- he was both the survival instinct and the protective instinct, after all. But then Thomas started making the videos, and they were all forced to spend time together and actually talk to each other, beyond just insults (though there were a lot of those, too). And, more quickly than he’d thought, he’d gotten to know the others on a more personal level.

Patton was as loving as Virgil had always thought- not to mention funnier. Logan was smart, full of a wonder over new things, and so much kinder than he realized. And Roman…

Roman was everything Anxiety wasn’t.

Brave. Strong. Charming. The Prince never let anything as trivial as anxiety stop him, never let his own fears get in the way of creation. But, beyond even that-

Roman had absolutely no trouble talking to the others, being friends with them. He didn’t stutter, didn’t avoid eye contact, didn’t shake when faced with something as utterly stupid as conversation. Roman didn’t feel the need to hide to avoid a panic attack. He could be better, be good enough and bright enough, and Virgil couldn’t help but resent him for that.

And even if they couldn’t love him, he couldn’t help but-

“Hiya, kiddo!” Morality chirped at him from in front of the oven, glasses sitting crooked above a blinding smile.

Virgil nodded slightly, sliding past him towards the coffee pot. “Hey, Mo.”

“I was just making some cookies! I know it’s a little late, but,” Patton winked at him, leaning close in a cartoonishly conspiring way, “I think we deserve to live a little dangerous, huh?”

He shrugged in response, but he couldn’t help a small smile. The “Dad” Side tended to do that to people. Patton had to be where all that goodness Thomas exuded came from, Anxiety was sure. His levels of sweetness could cause cavities, and Virgil was damn sure it didn’t come from him.

When he turned back around, coffee in hand, he paused. The other Side was standing, still, in the middle of the kitchen, eyes on the oven. This in and of itself was not unusual; Patton always got excited when baking, and liked to watch the cookies turn golden as they found their shape. But something was different, here. There was no smile, no giddy gleam in his hazel eyes, no barely suppressed bouncing or cheerful humming. Patton didn’t even seem to be seeing the oven, eyes gone distant and uncharacteristically quiet. Virgil had never seen him so… muted.

“... Hey.”

The other jerked slightly at Virgil’s rasp, before smiling big at him. “Yeah, kiddo? Did you need something? Are you okay?”

“Uh, I’m good. Are… you… ?” Virgil asked, hesitant. He wasn’t any good at this, at talking to people. Sure, he could trade quips with Princey, and listen to Logic ramble every once in a while, but when it came to actual conversation he just got too nervous too quickly.

“I’m great! With cookies on the way, how could anyone feel crummy?”

Virgil snorted at the pun, biting down on his smile. “Nice.”

Patton’s grin turned more genuine (though it was hard to tell, which scared him a little- Patton shouldn’t be this good at pretending, at hiding whatever he was hiding. It was Patton).

“Wanna hear some more cookie jokes? Some of ‘em are pretty sweet!”

Morality giggled at his own pun, hands clasping together and joy melting into something almost entirely real.

And, really, what could Virgil say, in the face of that?

On a quiet sigh of relief, he murmured, “Of course.”

Patton didn’t seem to question how out of character he was acting, thankfully.

Virgil winced at each clack. He never would have said anyone could type passive aggressively, but Logic had apparently figured it out. The self-proclaimed “unbiased” Side was working determinedly on his laptop, which he’d set up at the breakfast bar that morning and seemingly hadn’t moved from since.

Anxiety considered him quietly from the table, watching sidelong without turning his face from his phone. Logan’s stiff, tense shoulders and slightly hunched posture practically radiated his irritation, and each just-slightly-too-forceful clack on the keyboard only seemed to wind him even tighter.

Without a word, Virgil calmly stood and moved to the stove. Logic twitched, but otherwise didn’t acknowledge him at all, until the darker trait set a gently steaming cup of green tea at his side.

This seemed to finally jerk the overworked Side’s attention from whatever document he was working on- wide eyes, the exact same shade as Thomas’ because Logan was Logic and thus unchanged by fancies of the mindspace, stared blankly at Anxiety for a moment before roving slowly to the cup by his elbow.

Virgil turned away without waiting for a response, palms gone clammy at his own ridiculous actions (why would you do that you probably made it wrong he probably thinks you’re weird you should just mind your own business fuck) and wanting nothing more than to hide in his room for a while.

“Thank you, Anxiety.”

So softly he doubted the other could hear, and without turning back: “Of course.”

When Roman found him in the living room, one of the rare times Anxiety was hanging out in there (sometime he just needed to get out of his room, and the voices it loosed on him all night), he knew it was going to be one of those days. One of those conversations.

Virgil tensed slightly, and when Roman snapped “Jason Toddler” In greeting, he was sure. The darker Side steeled himself.

“‘Sup, Princey. What’s with the hair, get in a fight with your pillow this morning?”

Just like he’d expected, Roman turned sharply on Virgil, who stood automatically, hiding his shaking hands in his hoodie pockets.

“Really, Obnoxious Fumes? ‘Cause I don’t think anyone who looks like they fell out of a cybergoth’s fantasy has the right - or fashion sense enough - to be making comments.” The Prince snapped, face darker than Virgil’s comment had warranted, and the embodiment of anxiety braced himself. He knew Roman needed this, needed to lash out somehow, and that it couldn’t be at Patton, who'd be heartbroken, or Logan who’d take it too personally.

Virgil had always made a good scapegoat.

It was another ten minutes of increasingly cutting quips before they got loud enough that Logan heard them and harsh enough that Patton felt them through Thomas.

“Stop!” Their heart yelled, silencing both of them (though anxiety had calmed as soon as the other entered the room- he couldn’t handle the thought of catching Patton in the cross-fire).

Roman finally stepped away, and already he could see something loosened in the others frame, as strange as it seemed. Patton glared them down, and Logan shot them a disapproving glance before returning to his room to read or finish whatever they’d distracted him from.

“Thanks for the pointless argument,” Roman snarled, heavy with sarcasm and laced with a hidden, desperate kind of honesty.

“Of course, Princey. Any time.”

Virgil never thought himself capable of leaving them, leaving Thomas, but he’s always been a selfish creature (he’s better off without me they’ll be so much happier what do I even give them what can I offer without hurting them fucking buck up they’ll be happier this way just leave).

Still, he hates himself a little more after, and he’s not sure if it’s for leaving or for waiting so long to do it.

And then they come for him.

They learn his name. (My name is Virgil- there, it’s like a band-aid, just rip it off-)

They don’t leave. He still doesn’t know what to do with that.

“Kiddo?”

Virgil’s gaze flicks up from his phone, instantly aware of how pale and tired Patton looks, freckles stark against his usually pink-flushed cheeks. “Yeah, Pat?”

The other grins at him, still too good at lying for Virgil to be at all comfortable with. “I don’t want to bother you, and it’s nothing at all important really, I just wanted to ask- if you’re not busy, y’know, if you might-”

“What do you need, Patton?” Their heart’s smile falters a little at his quiet rasp, but he tries again.

“Oh, I was just wondering if you’d like to watch some cartoons with your ol’ fun-loving father figure friendo. If you’re not busy.”

And Virgil’s still learning how to let himself be so openly gentle, but Patton’s never been all that hard for him to reach for, and really, what else could he say?

“Of course.”

He glances up at Logan’s arrival, and can’t help a small smile. The other Side carries an Agatha Christie book in one hand, coffee mug in the other, and he actually bumps into the door jam on his way in, eyes glued to the pages.

“Hey, Logan.”

His head jerks up at Virgil’s voice, and he offers a small nod, something warming in his face. Virgil doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to that reaction, can’t stop his smile or the shaking in his hands.

“Hello, Virgil. How are you?”

“Good,” he murmurs, ducking slightly to see the cover of Logan’s book as the other sits at the counter beside him. “What’s the latest research topic?”

The Sides eyes light up, and he straightens, hands darting up to gesture as he flies into a ramble about something to do with the stars. Virgil watches quietly, sipping at his coffee, and humming at the right moments to show his attention. Logan has a problem with being heard- he gets defensive if he feels like the person he’s speaking to doesn’t care about what he has to say, and he’ll stop talking altogether.

After an hour or so, Logic’s words peter out, and he adjusts his glasses self-consciously. “Thank you for asking. I… hm, yes, thank you.”

Virgil’s lips quirk at Logan’s awkward cough, and he stands to refill their mugs. “Of course.”

“Hello, Cloud Gloom.” Roman’s grand pronunciation seems strangely subdued, though it isn’t super obvious.

“‘Sup, Roman.” Virgil watches him steadily, still and calm (he’s still getting used to not tensing up when the other walks in). Roman holds up well enough for a few seconds, and then starts to squirm under his gaze.

“So, what are you angsting about in this little corner of the mindscape?”

Virgil raises an eyebrow and casts a pointed look around the common room he’s currently occupying. Roman shifts uncomfortably before throwing his body into motion again, all grand gestures and determination. “Well, no need to be shy, Welcome to the Purple Parade.”

Virgil tilts his head slightly, dropping his gaze back to his phone. “C’mere.”

Roman stutters to a halt. “What?”

“Come here.” The darker trait nods to the couch next to him, glancing up only briefly.

Roman hesitates, seems to consider fleeing, but eventually moves to perch beside him. Virgil holds still for a minute, letting the other relax, before shifting over to rest his weight against the royal. The other stiffens in shock at the contact, but Virgil ignores it, queuing up a buzzfeed video he knows Roman will like and settling in, weight firmly holding the other Side in place.

Gradually, he relaxes, and the darker trait elects not to mention it. Just pulls up another video, resolved to pretend this isn’t happening if it’ll make the both of them less awkward.

Of course, Roman never does what’s expected of him.

“... Virgil?”

“Yeah, Princey?”

“... Thanks.”

And, really, Virgil has only ever had one response when it comes to these three.

“Of course.”

Soundtrack:

Billy Raffoul

James Bay

Amber Run

(playlist "Of Course" is on Spotify, under the profile "RainyJames")

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myfanficwonderland · 6 years ago

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Night Terrors and Comfort Ch2

Brought to you by Word_Painting and me.

Since it was demanded, this now has a second chapter. Read on Ao3

Summary: Levi plans a movie marathon date to cheer Eren up.

When Levi woke up, Eren was still blissfully asleep, his face lighted up by the morning light streaming in and hitting his bed through the small gap in the teal curtains covering their window, which Eren had insisted they must have when they had been shopping for furniture and had come across them.

Not like Levi minded having them since they slightly reminded him of Eren’s eyes, especially when the sunlight hits the curtains just right.

Not wanting to disturb Eren’s sleep, Levi disentangled himself from Eren carefully before softly padding his way across the room and exiting it, going about his morning routine of showering and brushing his teeth before heading to the kitchen where, upon inspection, he realized he would have to swing by the grocery store if he wanted to make any of the things he planned for his lover to enjoy during their movie date.

Not wanting to risk catching a cold, he waited until his hair had fully dried from his earlier shower, composing a list of the things he would need to get.

At Home Movie Date Essentials List

Drinks (bring a variety since whichever Eren would choose to drink can be unpredictable)

Chips ( buy Hotheadz Habanero, Nacho fireballs, Salt and Vinegar, Chili Doritos. The chili ones for Eren as they are his favorite chips.)

A block of cheddar cheese

Popcorn

Chocolate chips

That was all he would need to get as he had everything else needed. By the time he was done composing the list, his hair was fully dry and he put on his shoes, grabbed their apartment’s and his car key and exited the apartment and headed to the parking lot where his car was waiting just as it always does.

He got in the car and drove off towards the grocery store, some pop song playing on the radio thanks to Eren having put it on that channel the last time he had been in the car when Levi had driven him to a dentist appointment.

Since the grocery store wasn’t that far away, it didn’t take long for him to arrive at the grocery store’s parking lot, exit and lock his car, and then enter the grocery store where he proceeded to grab a basket and then go down the aisles and get everything he had written on the list.

It wasn’t long before he was exiting the grocery store and heading for his car with two full bags in his hands, and a small satisfied smile on his face.

When Levi got home he wasn't surprised to hear the violent shooting of guns from Eren playing some stupid ass video game. He had always tried to get Eren to stop playing excessively but Eren was obsessed, and also a stubborn shit, so of course that battle was lost. Levi set his keys and the bag of stuff on the table with a loud metal clank from the keys and crinkle from the bag. Afterward, Levi headed over to the living area to say good morning to his love. Levi scoffed in amusement when he saw how focused Eren was on the screen. His fingers clicking on the little gadget in his hand as he glared with such intensity at the game. He'd occasionally grit his teeth and mutter out a few curses at other players. He loved watching Eren do this. It was so funny what Eren would come up with. It was even funnier that Eren wasn't even aware of anything he was saying. “Mornin’ Eren,” Levi said, smirking in amusement when Eren just hummed in response as he was to busy shooting someone. Levi turned his attention out to the window where cars were passing by outside. He thought about how he’d coddle Eren all day as they enjoyed that new Marvel movie, Infinity War. He heard it was shit, but he didn't mind if Eren liked it. “That shit fucker!!!" Eren yelled at the screen, causing Levi to snap out of his thoughts and turn back to Eren. “He shitting killed me!!! That ass!!!!” Levi snorted at Eren, trying to suppress a chuckle and Eren quickly shot Levi a glare. “What!?” “Shit fucker? Is that the best you could come up with?” “Not all of us can be as clever as you when it comes to horrible nicknames, Levi,” Eren huffed, rolling his eyes. “My nicknames aren’t clever, but they’re not as dumb as ‘shit fucker.’”

“Shut up Levi,” Eren pouted before getting distracted by the video game again and selecting a new level. “Where were you this morning anyway? I missed you. You know my favorite thing in the morning is your cuddles.” “Mmm. Sorry,” Levi hummed before he came behind Eren and wrapped his arms around Eren, pulling him into a hug so Eren was basically on his lap. “You wanna know where I was?” “Mhm,” Eren sighed happily, letting himself die in the game so he could lean back into Levi and enjoy being close to him. “I went to the store and grabbed you all your favorite snacks, and I was thinking we could stay home and watch that new Marvel movie you wanted to see.” “Really!?” Eren gasped happily. “Really,” Levi assured, smiling at Eren’s excitement. “I’m thinking a Marvel movie marathon,” “You’re the best boyfriend ever!” Levi smiled and kissed Eren on the cheek, and Eren blushed before resting his head on Levi’s shoulder and closing his eyes.

Eren was able to rope Levi into playing a few rounds, and by the time Levi was able to get away, it was time to prepare lunch which, deciding to save some space for all the snacks that would be available while watching the movies, ended up being a very simple one.

Once lunch was eaten and the dishes cleaned, Eren went back to playing games after having picked all the Marvel movies he felt like watching while Levi stayed in the kitchen and set about preparing and baking the cookies, as well as making the cheesy popcorn.

Before long, they were both seated on the sofa with Eren leaning contently into Levi’s side while Levi’s arm was thrown around his shoulder, the table in front of them filled with bowls of all the types of chips Levi had bought, a large bowl of cheesy popcorn, a large plate of freshly made chocolate chip cookies, and a variety of bottles of juices and sodas while the first movie Eren chose began playing on the large TV.

Levi stole a glance at his excited boyfriend from the corner of his eyes as the opening scene started and smiled at the smile he found present on his lover’s face.

When Eren nuzzled closer to him despite his gaze still being focused on the screen, that was when Levi knew for certain he had made the right call planning this movie night out to cheer up his beloved boyfriend who was currently glued to his side, chewing on one of the still warm cookies with a contented smile and happy noises.

Levi chuckled quietly, the sound hidden by the sounds coming from the movie and in Eren’s hair as his lips were pressed to the crown of Eren’s head as Eren lavished him with praises.

He listened to Eren was poetry about Tony Stark and how hot he is, making noises of agreement and chuckling at some of the funny noises Eren made as the movie progressed.

Stealing another glance at his boyfriend, Levi’s eyes softened and another smile took over his lips as he pulled Eren even closer and handed the happy brunet a bottle of cola, receiving a loving kiss on the cheek from said brunet in turn.

Yeah, Levi had definitely made the right call.

#RivaEreRi

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chantillyxlacey · 7 years ago

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If you feel like it for the headcanon game, each of the 2k3 turtles! (I... couldn't choose.)

Leo

Headcanon A: realistic

He’s the most likely out of his brothers to actually actively pursue being a father-- he’d adopt children, whether or not he winds up with a romantic partner to raise them with (I’m of the headcanon that Leo is aroace, or possibly demi). Whether those children would be human, alien, other mutants, etc, would be up to fate. He’d take care of them and do his best to do right by them as a dad all the same.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

Leo can’t hold his liquor for shit. He’s a giggly drunk.

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

He never stops having nightmares about injuring Splinter-- he got them at first after the events of The Darkness Within and they got more vivid after he actually did so in The Ancient One. They never completely go away, even after his father has passed away of old age (in fact in the months after this happens they get worse; almost nightly and more vivid than ever).

Headcanon D: if it’s unrealistic then i don’t care fite me on this one

Leo has the best singing voice amongst his brothers. Like to the point that if he got vocal training and such he could have made a career in musical theater if he had any inclination whatsoever to do so. He’d never be comfortable with dozens of people all fixating their attention on him at once tho.

Raph

Headcanon A: realistic

He has the most physical scars out of his brothers; between him being most likely to pick fights and riding that motorbike of his basically in the nude except for joint padding and a helmet like a dumbass it was pretty inevitable.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

While Leo is the most likely to be interested in fatherhood, Raph is actually the best among his brothers with really little kids. Babies for some reason are more drawn to him and he’ll adamantly deny it but he’s secretly a huge marshmallow with them, especially as he gets deeper into adulthood. As a dad he’d be one of those who talks to his baby like it can talk back-- like casual conversation and responding to baby coos as though they said something in English (again; he adamantly denies it even WHILE doing it; to the extent that he’ll ask the beeb “Do I do that? See, the kid agrees with me, I don’t.” )

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

He has the hardest time between the four of them when they go their separate ways. He falls into a depression over it for a long time, though he never admits this to his brothers. The only people he openly discusses it with are Casey (and even so he had to badger it out of Raph initially) and Angel (I ship them partly because I get the feeling that they could talk to each other about things they don’t feel like they can easily talk about with most people).

Headcanon D: if it’s unrealistic then i don’t care fite me on this one

You’d guess this would be Mikey, but it’s actually Raph who is the most likely to wind up tearing up at things like weddings or the births of April & Casey’s children or various important milestones for those kiddos (though to be fair Mikey is at a VERY close second).

Donnie

Headcanon A: realistic

All four turtles are of course honorary uncles to Casey and April’s kids, but he becomes sort of an unofficial godfather to their eldest who takes a shine to him. The kid is the spitting image of Casey but has a personality very similar to Donnie’s and loves to watch him working on mechanical projects. She observes more than asks direct questions about what he’s working on, but one day comes to visit with a complete, if somewhat simple, motorized robot toy she made herself based on what she learned from him and he could just about burst with pride.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

It’s because of this kiddo that he ends up accidentally starts writing a kids’ nonfiction book series on science and engineering-- since she doesn’t ask direct questions of him he makes conversation about what he’s doing with her through little anecdotes, metaphors, and stories; eventually April suggests he write all this fanciful stuff down and he ends up creating a Bill Nye-esque authorial persona.

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

As he gets older his health goes into decline, mostly due to complications from the secondary mutation he went through in Adventures in Turtle Sitting/Good Genes. His immune system tanks after he hits mid-thirties and he has symptoms similar to fibromyalgia: chronic pain and fatigue. It slows him down a lot and even though he wasn’t the most into athletics compared to his brothers he finds it extremely disheartening that he just has all of that pulled out from under him.

Headcanon D: if it’s unrealistic then i don’t care fite me on this one

He can sew at a professional level of skill, and he knows how to tool leather. He made the knee/elbow pads and belts that he and his brothers wear.

Mikey

Headcanon A: realistic

Out of his brothers Mikey has the greatest appreciation for music, and is the only one who can play an instrument-- he taught himself to play an old beat up drum set by playing along with cds when he was around thirteen. He’s since attempted to teach himself the piano on an old saloon piano that April has in her shop, but that’s been slower going since most songs are written and the keys themselves designed for a player that has four thinner fingers. He’s had better luck though playing around with synths/other electronic music programs.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

If/When they all four get to exist as part of the general public, Mikey has the most success out of them in terms of romantic interests. He’s a bright and cheerful Casanova and people are just incredibly charmed by him. At some point he winds up on a publication’s (whether it is a Big Name Big Deal publication or tiny niche blog seen by twelve people is up to you-- whichever you find funnier) list of “New York’s Most Eligible Bachelors” and he never lets that go-- he brags about that even longer than he does about the Battle Nexus.

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

I……. I can’t think of a sad headcanon for Mikey. I can’t do that to the boy :’>

Headcanon D: if it’s unrealistic then i don’t care fite me on this one

Mikey is absolutely genderfluid. That’s just a deep and abiding truth.

#tmnt 2k3 #tmnt 2003 #ninja turtles 2k3 #long post for ts #headcanon game yeah!!!#blazichu #assk

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tumblunni · 6 years ago

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OH MAN THAT WAS SO FUCKIN WHOLESOME

Like yo i know it was such a by-the-numbers kids show plot but they just pulled it off in such a damn cute way! I got so hyped for Kukui to save the day, i can only imagine how nuts i would have gone if i was actually one of those crowd members seeing it for real! Like holy shit faba and james being dumbasses somehow accidentally caused THE BEST advertisement for this man's show!

And seriously yo Faba works SO MUCH BETTER as a team rocket esque not-actually-bad "villain" who's just a dumbass. Like this whole plot happened even better than if he was the actual villain, and he never had bad intentions for any second of it! He's just a legit fan of Masked Royal and he wanted to impress his New Friend with some made up boastfulness about being able to get VIP tickets, leading to them stumbling into the plot. I find it interesting tho that out of everyone in the plot they decided to make Faba the only one who knows Kukui is Masked Royal! It worked out real good here cos it made him act villainous BECAUSE HE WAS TRYING TO BE GOOD! Seriously i didnt know he ended up dressing up as Masked Royal for GENUINE HEROIC REASONS! He just didnt know that Kukui and Molayne set up this contrived plot to not reveal his secret identity to his wife. So we have these two villain boys seeing Molayne apparantly stealing the Masked Royal's mask and theyrelike HOW CPULD YOU, YOURE SUPPOSED TO BE ONE OF THE GOOD GUYS!! And they even managed to actually defeat Molayne and tie him up in a closet! And then they abandoned their rivalry over who's the biggest fan in order to pull off this dumb plan to save the show by dressing up as him. FABA JUST WANTED TO SAVE THE SHOW!! And OH GOD the scene of him in the costume is even funnier than i expected, holy shit!

And then WHOLESOMEST WHOLESOME is everyone cheering for masked royal and kukui being overcome by the love of his fans so he comes back with so much power that he curbstomps the villain guy and everyone is cheering and DAWWWW! And i thought they were gonna do a joke of everyone leaving faba behind cos they forgot he existed, but no instead Kukui signed his Official Super Rare Masked Royal Shirt and Faba gets to have a happy ending for once! See dude, this is what you get when you stop being a douchebag!! Please stay the good guy funny uncle forever!!!

Also YO i didnt ever imagine how cute Faba and James being bffs could be! I love james's super awesome wrestling announcer costume and how they animated faba with big ol shoujo eyes as they babbled about their fandom together. I hope this gets remembered in future episodes and they get to stay friends, cos they really are very similar!

Oh and it seems that a scruffy haired eevee is gonna be added to the cast in this new season? Thats a nice way to promote the upcoming games! I like that they picked an unusual hairstyle too, like that messy hair has so much more personality than the relatively minor change of the pichu with the one different ear. I hope that hairstyle is actually available in the game! And i hope scruffyvee is as cute and loveable as their design looks! Im hype to see whichever episode they debut in! I wonder who'll get this pokemon tho? Like just another addition to ash's team or will one of the classmates catch it? Maybe even faba lol, cos that hair does kinda look like hypno's scarf fur thingie. And there could be a lot of additional redemptiony value in having mr snootyness develop a soft spot for an underdog messy puppy whose personality is the total opposite. Same appeal as Charon with Rotom!

Anyway in summary The Anime Is Good Again and im so glad that for once my dumb villain fave actually DID get redeemed and actually DID join the main cast and gets all these dorky slice of life episodes and just holy shit man This Is How All Everything Should Be

Nintendo give me the forbidden sinnoh where team galactic was handled this well! GIVE ME CHARON DOING ALL THIS IN A CRASHER WAKE EPISODE

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anthonybialy · 6 years ago

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Always Never, Maybe

Believing in concepts may astound those who let a guy decide what they think. I suppose that's a principle in its way. Yet some stubborn folks don't even let a mouthy dreamboat lead dance steps.

We've had every chance to genuflect before a real man like real men. The faded Never Trump notion nonetheless outlasted a fad and even that one election because concepts persevere regardless of popularity.

Adherence may seem tough when popularity is itself presented as an idea, but that just means more people who self-identify as worth avoiding. Contemplating what it means to not support his candidacy deep into his second year may be for dorks. It's conservatives' fault for sticking to thinking.

There are always different kinds of never. Be sure to differentiate between the faction that knows which federal programs it loathes and the one out to prove they don't obey one guy by disobeying everything he says. Liberty fans don't wish to associated with Washington Post clowns copying and pasting the Democratic Party platform into blog posts. If your beliefs overlap with a typical Vox underling, you're looking for a different club.

Get Trump to read an Obama speech just for the fascinating study of how much cadence matters. The incumbent might enjoy it just to see how his minions will agree with literally anything he says. I'd finally be entertained during this era of fealty to quasi-kings. Principles stay the same regardless of associated names. I hate the same stupid attempts to run our lives no matter who spews them.

You have to endorse either cancer or AIDS. Some purported sophisticates claim there many choices that are not in fact binary. But it's little fun having to see multiple characteristics in single individuals. How could one person be two things? Your eggheaded sorcery treats humans as complex, and the White House tries to dissuade exterior egos.

Fight until the death of integrity. The Fox News take on the world certainly seems to spread tremendous happiness, which we'll enjoy once we stop throwing steak knives at each other. You may notice there's there's one side presently being left out, which doesn't seem fair. But who wants to hear why something's constitutional when there's owning going on? Liberals condemning tariffs because of who pimps them would be funnier if purported conservatives didn't take the other side.

There is ample joy in acting as if we've been assigned teams, at least according to those who enjoy being directed. Capriciousness makes each day exciting. We've been blessed with a president who frequently detours from scripts, although he presumably stuck to his lines in Home Alone 2. It almost seems as if there's more to beliefs than checking which party tattoo you have.

I would never suggest that another faith's central figure is capable of error. It's true whether it applies to Buddha, Joseph Smith, or whichever president has ascended into the Oval Office chair. But our insolent boldness is designed to make him even more awesome. A careful constitutional perusal indicates it's legal to criticize any branch and may in fact add a bit of balance that coincides with the document's spirit. Separating church and state is a challenge when voting for someone who seems so messianic.

Even the biggest political religious kooks should want to hold their guy accountable, especially when the faith in question took 20 trillion dollars of involuntary contributions and turned it into kindling. It's insubordinate of me to suggest the guy who thought the USFL could take on the NFL is capable of being incorrect.

I still call for the revolutionary notion of praising Trump depending on the issue. If he's having a rare bout with clarity, I cheer as much as I'm willing for a politician. When he reverts to the default mode of oafish creeping authority, I'll comfortably boo. Wasn't the whole point that he's not an ideologue? In that case, his fans should be happy to judge him from moment to moment. He does the same depending on whoever praised him last.

There are outlets for those kneeling before Trump and those flipping him off if you worried the spectrum wasn't spanned. Astute political observers note everyone gets their say but government foes. You may know them as conservatives. It's easy to forget a species that's on the verge of extinction, although some of us are cute enough to star in manipulative commercials. We're supposed to criticize him precisely because he's a trainee. Trump's omniscient except for everything he doesn't know.

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