#sara's face.... i love them sooo bad.

[taiturner]

FROM, 3x04 "There & Back Again"

[tokuteasings]

OKAY this was coming a couple miles away from me, soooo how about some kissing HCs with the fashion croc himself, Gentoku? 👀 -Ryuki Friend

Took me like 70 fucking YEARS to complete it but fuck it. HERE. IT. ISSSSSS

Warnings: I miss Sawa so slapped it in here because I'm gay and I want more Sawa content. Also fuck it, slapping Kazumin in here. Other than that...nothing much? I hope you enjoy it my dear~! ;)))

Sidenote: thanks to @maou-the-tree for helping me think of ideas for kazuminmin

Himuro Gentoku:

Kissing Gentoku are a set of beard burns that honestly aren't as bad as you think they are. They're calming, scratchy, and burn in the best of ways. In fact, that's how kisses are with him. A burning whiskey being sent down into your body and the wonderful effects of alcohol making you float into the clouds but then be punted back down to earth into the awaiting hands of your croc of a lover. It's a goofy sort of grin to his lips, one you don't expect from him but you know it because it's...it's simply Himuro Gentoku.

Actually, he adores kisses. Sure he's busy a lot of the time and only has cheek kisses and lip pecks to spare whenever you two get to meet for only a brief second...but he adores every single little bit of it. Again, his dopey smile is on display and he def wants to merely admire you just a bit longer before he has to return to his unfortunate job of papers and headaches. "Just...just one more..." he would always beg, to you or to himself? No one is sure persay but he is a bit greedy. He almost seems like he'll swallow you whole...

It's sooo different when you two are alone though. Gentoku were calmly walk up to you (a pep in his step, a smile to his face, this vibration in his body that merely makes him want to sweep you into his arms and kiss your breath away) and pressing his lips to yours in this fashion that makes you simply melt. His arms wrapped around you and smiling into this kiss with passion ebbing and flowing into you; it's hidden behind a dam and he's carefully letting it trickle out to see you, to nourish you. But if you want to break that damn and let it be unleashed...well...that's another story. ;)

Gentoku is actually secretly pretty clingy but he's able to hide it rather well. There's hints of it whenever you two show affection to one another. His arm around your waist, his hand at the small of your back. But he actually cannot live without your kisses! It gives him energy throughout the day. So sure he may send you texts of how much he loves you and misses you, but giving him a kiss during work or in general makes him the happiest man alive.

Also since you two go out clothes shopping a lot, he loves it when you two grab each other by your clothing and kiss! It's the best way to shut up Gentoku and honestly, it's how he gets flustered the most. He stares for a moment but shrugs and goes back in for the next kiss. Sure yoou two kinda...uh...end up making out in the fitting room but it's fucking worth it.

Takigawa Sawa

Kissing with Sara is simply...a home. A place for her to rest her wings, her legs, her brain, her heart. It's coming home to a spouse you never knew you had but it makes you feel complete in a way that's like going on a honeymoon as newlyweds and never leaving that phase. It's sweet, adoring, and if she could, she would take a snapshot of this moment to forever display in her mind or in her phone. Her cheeks are always left flushed with adoring rose, picture perfect.

Speaking of the said photos, Sawa has definitely saved a picture of you two kissing to her phone. It's like her screensaver, lockscreen, homescreen, etc. It's various kissing pics of you two! She tends to longingly stare at these damn photos that everyone rolls their eyes and sometimes playfully gags. This earns a huff from you and her to be honest.

Sawa can limit herself on her kisses, in theory. She does need them to give her energy and it gives her suuuch a cute bounce in her step and a squeal from her lips. She's shining brighter than ever, happier than ever. There is a small (read: medium to high) chance that she may jump into your arms to give you kisses if you give her one. It's like, once you two kiss, you'll never stop. Sure sometimes she WILL get a bit pouty when she doesn't get them at regular intervals but...she'll live...probs.

Due to this, Sawa is hella not shy about public affection. Sometimes she does get a weeee bit blushywushy in this "Oh, you, darling~!" kinda way, playing coy before diving in for another kiss. But in general, Sara def loves giving kisses. It's almost a ritual when you two kiss, one in the morning to wake up, one before and after work, sending kisses via texts, or vids of one another blowing kisses, then kisses before bed, etc, etc. A routine.

Honestly, kissing Sawa leaves you both breathless. In a way that kinda says, "Idk when we'll see each other again but let's make every part count but also GOD you're so fucking CUTE lemme just kiss you" it's those two moods and there is no difference. This blurring of sensations into one another that makes it holy belong to the two of you and only the two of you...

Sawatari Kazumi

Kazumin's kisses are...not greasy icky (the Korean slang for this is like corny or cheesy) but passionate and sometimes a bit corny. Simply because his passion is far too much. It's burning, it's going to burn you but never harm you. It's whiskey sliding down the back of your throat and making you feel oh so airy. It doesn't matter if it burns on the way down because it's all you want. It's the feeling of getting drunk but also getting high and giddy. It's that euphoria...I think that's the best way to describe his kisses. Euphoria that starts off slow then bursts into flames. Maybe dips you while kissing idk, he probs would.

I HAVE to talk about the first kiss because Kazumi was so fucking nervous man. An outward monologue of sheer worry: "What if I mess up? What if they don't like it? Oh my God, I'm about to kiss the person of my dreams. Alright, Kazumin, get in fucking gear, you can do this. Take them by the collar of their shirt and just fucking kiss-" just kiss him to shut him up. Please. It's literally one of the best things in the world. Actually, always kiss him to shut him up. Listen he gets super flustered from this.

Kazumi does need the kisses semi-regularly, similar to Sawa. However, he will pout and make it much more audible that he wants your kisses. He's quite the dork so cheek kisses are a must for him. Forehead kisses too! He loves quick little pecks of affection because they can always turn into something more!!! Cheek kiss? Nose kiss? Bam! Suddenly he's kissing ya on the lips. Kazumi is predictable and yet not at the same time, and for him, it's so so easy to get lost in the kisses and the sheer idea of kissing you. It's addicting.

The Hokuto Trio are like, literally the biggest fucking hypemen. Which leads us into PDA, Kazumin wants it, a lot. Kazumi has like, some chill depending on the type of PDA. Holding hands? Perfect, it's fine. The trio are squealing and snapping pics, that's fine. But kisses? Oh, Kazumin is dying on the inside this is true but it won't mean he won't kiss back! He's fucking READY to kiss back spontaneously! Actually he does a lot of those kinds of kisses, surprises and what not. The trio tend to like squeal and be like: "YOU GET EM BOSS" please help them. Kazumi tells them to leave you alone but like, listen, they're ya fam now and they just!! want!!! you two to be happy!!!

To be honest, I think out of all of the kisses present in Kazumi's mind...chest kisses are one of his faves. It's the heart where his passion lies, where you lie. To kiss his chest right over his heart makes it stutter and scream because of course it would. Just for you and only you. Passion begins within the heart, curling up towards the brain and setting it alight. Fires that follow after a trail of gunpowder to just burst into fireworks that are meant to show off but sometimes they do and sometimes they only become simply embers to warm yourself up to. That's the thing about kissing him, loving him. Sawatari Kazumi is warm. Sometimes that warmth can burn others, but it's meant to be that bonfire that gathers people together, keeps them safe from the darkness and warms your soul. That is what you two are.

[rikeijo]

Obviously the 'hidden story' is something that was never confirmed, so it's all just interpretation...✨But it's my favorite thing about YoI.

I absolutely agree with you that Georgi/Anya and Michele/Sara are an anti-parallel of sort to Yuuri/Victor' (and JJ/Isabelle', but I'm sure they were added to the story later) relationship. To be more precise, Georgi is a distorted mirror image of Victor and Michele is a distorted mirror image of Yuuri. (For example, the costumes point to that - both young Victor and Georgi in the show wear male/female-themed costumes, and have skated Sleeping Beauty-themed programs in them. Both Yuuri and Michele have worn European knight-themed costumes (thanks for info, Minami!) They are both extremely loyal to just one special person since forever - Victor and Sara, respectively. Funnily enough, Lohengrin is known as the Knight of the Swan, and who has skated in a swan costume in the past?✨Yuuri... That's so...🥺)

The way I personally see it, is that YoI uses a fairytale-like storytelling (I think, that it was during an event? that Hiramatsu-san said Sayo's desk is full of fairytale illustrations and obviously, fairytale motifs are abundant in the story itself) - that's why imo, the story doesn't expect the characters to grow or change, and they really don't. Yuuri is in the middle of his 'hero's journey', but that's a little bit different thing - more than to really change into a different person, he needs to find a way to be his 'true self' - the Prince turned into a piglet needs to become the Prince once more (helped by True Love™️). A lot of people thought that indeed, like Michele and Sara needed to split up, so must Yuuri and Victor, because it's not a good thing to be so dependent on each other, they need to grow...! The thing is... that is not what happened, though. In ep. 10, Yuuri still very much needs Victor's omajinai to give his best, but they are together in the last scene of the show. And Michele still stalks Sara - nobody has learned anything 😂

So back to the main topic... in fairytales, 'bad' people, actions etc. are punished in the story to show that they are indeed 'bad', and imo, the same thing happens in YoI - Georgi and Anya' relationship, Michele and Sara' relationship are 'doomed' and cannot last, because they are 'not right' - imo, in this case 'not right' means there is something missing there, that breaks those relationships. In short, in my interpretation, Georgi and Anya's relationship is missing the 'true love' bit, but instead is mainly based on lust and sex - all their scenes are pretty erotic (kissing, beds, Anya's o-face and Georgi is a massive creep) - but soon enough, he has a next girlfriend - Anya wasn't that special to him after all. Michele and Sara have the 'true love' bit, the 'you are my special person that cannot be easily replaced by somebody else' bit, but for the obvious reason, their relationship cannot be sexual - and so, Sara is already looking for a boyfriend. (Interestingly, 'the European Knight and his Lady' motif is an obvious reference to courtly love, which also *shouldn't* be sexual...or at least, shouldn't be consummated). Sooo, the YoI fairytale's moral is that for long-lasting and fulfilling relationship you need both 'true love' and the ability to fulfill your sexual desires. If the 'true love' is missing, then there is no reason not to look for somebody who you like more, and if they 'sexual' bit is missing, that leaves you unsatisfied and makes you look for a way to find this satisfaction.

About the music, if you think about it... The funny thing is that the lyrics actually don't match the story of Michele and Sara (Serenade for two is about a guy, who only for a one night can be with his Lady, he has been always watching over, and he wants to be with her, because she makes him strong and he can finally be himself when he touches her - the problem is that he feels unworthy of her love), just as lyrics of A Tales of Sleeping Prince don't match the story of Georgi and Anya (the lyrics are about a 'Princess' left alone in the dark by her Prince, she's now looking for... When she finds her Prince, and he opens up to her, she sees a 'brighter sky' (and isn't it funny that the sky literally gets brighter after Yuuri opens up to Victor in ep. 4 ?😂) - it turns out the Prince is under a 'sleep curse', so she needs to help him, save him and break the curse...) .

Today's translation #641

Go Yuri!!! Go official fanbook, Tominaga Keisuke's comment

Serenade for two

In case of this song, we purposefully made it 'doesn't it actually cross a line if it's about brother and sister?!' risky, by making the music Michele uses for his program a sweet and stylish love song in a style of standards from bygone days or old musicals. The man x woman couple from the lyrics is basically 'normal' though, so it's not that the song itself is in any way doing something that is forbidden (laugh). This song is so high-level and lavish, that it takes first or second place among all Yuri!!! on ICE music, when it comes to technique, time and effort, as well as financial cost it took us to create it. ...but in the show, we only hear it once (laugh). You should definitely give it a one more listen.

(+ Umebayashi Taro's comment) The call out line [I'm sure he means 'You mean the world to me, my lady~'] in the middle part of the song, and the interlude with a change of melody after that, is a part of the song that I'm particularly fond of. We eliminated repeats of melody, and made the rhythm less pronounced to compose a really dazzling song.

(+ Matsushiba Taku's comment) It's one of the best three compositions in the soundtrack, that I'm really proud of.

[Note: Why they put so much effort into a song that's supposed to be played once for quite a minor side character...? ✨✨✨]

[lucyjay]

Silver (b.bh)

||You and Baekhyun have been friends for the past couple years. What happens when you both develop feelings for each other but no one has the courage to admit it?

Genre: smut (a bit of fluff)

Warnings: explicit language, alcohol consumption, teasing, unprotected sex ( balloon your baboons fellahs), dirty talk, oral sex, fingering, cum play, throat fucking, hair pulling, multiple orgasms

Words: 6.5k  

 You throw a final look at your reflection in the mirror and sigh. I look like shit, you think to yourself and make your way to the bathroom to finish straightening your hair. The last thing you are in the mood for is clubbing but guess who won’t take no for an answer?your friend Nat who borderline blackmailed you into either joining her and your friends tonight or finding all your embarrassing high school photos displayed on your insta tomorrow morning. 

 After managing to make your hair not look like you got out of a cat fight, you put on some make up which for you consists of 3 simple steps. Step 1, hiding the black shopping bags that jewel your under eyes, Step 2, some blush so that you don’t resemble a ghost and Step 3, mascara. The final result looks better than you anticipated when you started getting ready over an hour ago. 

A simple black baggie-t’shirt style dress, a pair of black boots, your straight hair naturally hugging your shoulders, falling all the way down to your waist and last your make up which thank god hides the fact that you’ve worked a total of 60 hours this week. It’s a nice, fresh spring night and you reckon you’d be okay without a jacket on. You throw your keys, phone and credit card in a small bag and make your way out of your apartment. Your find your uber already waiting for you outside the main entrance of the building, you jump in and decide to give your friend a call to check if they are already at the club. 

 “Hola”, her high pitched voice makes you chuckle, she still sounds like a 5 year old girl just like when you first met her. 

 “Hola. Sooo, I’m on my way, I should be there in like 20′ max. Who else is coming? Please tell me Sehun and Taeyong will be there? Taeyong promised he would make time if i joined you”, you protest already used to one of your best friends, Taeyong canceling on you lastminute.com because of work. 

 “They are already with me babe and we should reach the club in 10′ or so. Sara and Jaebum are coming as well, Bam is DJ’ing, oh and ahm”, she pauses and your heart starts racing subconsciously knowing what she is about to say. “..Baekhyun is coming”. You swear at her for not letting you know earlier and she mumbles apologies which leave you completely untouched. 

 “Nat, you did it on purpose”, you try to keep your tone calm only because your uber driver is already giving you some “lady keep your voice down” looks through the rear mirror. 

 “I didn’t but even if I did so what? We are all friends and it’s completely childish of both of you to put us in a position where we have to go out with each of you separately. Bam is worried and Sehun is having abandonment issues”, she whines dramatically and you hear Sehun in the background screaming, “I just want my friends back, oh god, please”, a fake cry following his oscar-worthy performance as you hear Taeyong burst into laughter a bit further in the background. 

 “Ok ok! I don’t care. I’m done playing his little games anyway. I wanna drink and have fun. See you in a bit”, you reply and hang up. The uber has reached the city centre and your gaze in boring outside the window looking at the people and the buildings but not really paying attention to anything. All you can think about is him. How things have completely gone to shit when they were so promising. You and Baekhyun met a a couple years ago when he started hanging out with Sehun who he met at work. The latest then brought him into your group and he clicked with all of you straight away. 

Fast forward to a a few months ago, you were at one of BamBam’s house parties chilling and chatting away when he confessed that he likes you and he has been into you since the day he met you catching you completely off guard. You, having been crushing on the boy since the moment you laid your eyes on him, did what no 26 year old, sane woman would do and just bailed. Literally left him there, drink in hand, mouth hanging open in shock and you just left the house, got inside a taxi and went home. You were so embarrassed over your reaction and disappointed in yourself for ruining the perfect chance to be with the biggest crush you’ve had since middle school, that you couldn’t even bring yourself to message an apology to him. A few days later you all met at a cafe and that’s when it started. He was so cold and sulky towards you and who could blame him? But he was overdoing it to the point that it started pissing you off. You couldn’t get him to talk to you alone and eventually managed to get you to not stand being with him in the same room. Every time you met since then, it was just a verbal war between the two of you, full of sneaky insults and hurtful jokes with a drizzle of swear words and some whipped sarcasm on top.

 “It’s just one night out. How bad can it get?”, you whisper only for your own ears to hear you. The uber slows down outside the club, you thank your driver and step out of the vehicle, gently closing the door behind you. The queue for the club isn’t too long and you can spot Nat,Tae and Sehun waiting on the left side where the VIP queue is forming. Sehun waves at you eagerly and you make your way to their direction. 

 “At least she is wearing a dress and not pyjamas”, Sehun teases and lifts you up in a hug that made you almost gasp for air. 

 “I am overworked, not lame. I now how to dress for a night out”, you spit back faking annoyance and the younger boy raises his hands in defence. 

 “Tough week at work?”, Taeyong asks as all four of you walk towards the entrance of the club. 

 “Everybody decided to get married at the end of summer apparently, so considering that I have to organise 9 weddings within the next 4 months, I would say tough year.”, you pause and your eyes follow the direction Taeyong is looking at and...there he is. Locking his car dressed like a bloody model straight out of a Vogue photoshoot. Black jeans, loose blue shirt, a silk navy blue scarf around his neck and a pair of black boots. “...and it’s not about to get better”, you finish your sentence. 

 Him being ridiculously attractive should have been something you were used to by now, but you haven’t seen him in almost a month and in all honesty you almost forgot how easily he makes your entire body go numb just by standing there not even looking at you. Too lost in your own thoughts you haven’t noticed him standing next to you greeting the others, ‘till he turns his attention to you. His hair is silver. Fuck him and his ability to look good in everything. Fuck him and his gorgeous face, you think to yourself. 

 “Your hair is longer”, he says in the most indifferent tone. Is this his idea of a greeting? Asshole, you think.

 “Your hair is bloody silver”, you reply, your eyes not leaving his. He serves you a slight side smile and you can feel the insides of your palms getting sweaty.

 “Looks good doesn’t it?”, he throws a rhetorical question not really waiting for an answer. You tsk and roll your eyes at him while quickly turning to get inside the club. BamBam was near the entrance to greet you and show you which table he reserved for you and your friends. You follow him and he leaves you shortly after to go and prepare his station for his set next to the man currently DJ’ing. 

 “I’m gonna go get drinks, what do you want?”, Baekhyun asks the rest of you.

 “Let’s just get a bottle”, Nat proposes and you nod. “tequila or Vodka?”, she asks. 

 “Tequila”, you and Baekhyun shout in unison and you turn to look at each other. Are the lights in here making him look even more attractive or is it just you being horny for him? You give yourself a mental slap. 

 “Tequila is good”, Sehun adds. Baekhyun makes his way to the bar and Nat moves to your side, leaning next to your ear so that she doesn’t need to scream on top of the music. 

 “Make a move”, she says and you almost choke on your own spit. 

 “Are you insane? Haven’t you been around lately? I guess not. Let me fill you in. In the last episode of Season 2, he hates me. End of story”, you reply and she chuckles. 

 “He doesn’t hate you. He is just still hurt by your reaction back then. And you are clearly into him. Like, it’s clear like the sun. Like, I can see you undressing him with your eyes. I could legit-...” 

 “That’s enough! I got your point”, you cut her off and really wish Baek could get his ass there already cause you swear you would love to down that entire bottle of tequila right now. 

 “Babe, talk to him. It’s a shame. You have had feelings for each other for so long. You can’t just..leave it.”, she says and her tone is soothing and understanding. You turn to look at her and nod causing her to smile widely and clap her hands like a little kid who just got her birthday gift. A minute later Baek shows up with two bottles of tequila inside a bucket and a waitress follows right behind him with a tray full of glasses and ice which she lays on your table. 

A few drinks down and you find yourself relaxed enough to be dancing with Taeyong like there’s no tomorrow, rocking some crazy moves  perfectly nsync with BamBam’s wild beats.  Taeyong’s hands are on your waist and you rest your head on his shoulder, your back against his chest as you sing every single lyric of the song currently blasting.

 “I need another drink”, he screams over the music. You nod and make your way to the table where you find Nat and Sehun talking to Jaebum and Sara, a couple Nat met whilst on holidays in Japan, who happened to be from the same city as the rest of you. You chat with them for a few minutes, sipping on your drink when you realise you haven’t seen Baekhyun since returning to the table. After scanning the area around you, your gaze falls on Nat’s who mouths a silent “outside” to you, as if she has read your thoughts. You excuse yourself and make your way through the intoxicated crowd, eventually reaching the exit of the club. You step on the pavement and look up and down both directions to see if you can spot Baek. On the left side of the doors, a few meters away you can distinguish a frame that looks like him. You slowly make your way towards the man and after a few steps you can see his face clearer under the dull lighting the lamppost covers the corner of the street with. He was staring at the ground, cigarette in between his index and middle finger. You clear your throat and he turns to look at you. 

 “Oh sorry, I didn’t see you”, he says calmly, taking a puff of his cigarette, quickly letting a line of smoke out of his nostrils.

“You smoke”, you say and it’s more like a realisation and less like a question. Your stare drifts off of his face and down to his feet as if his shoes are the most interesting thing to you. 

 “Yes, got a problem with that?’, he turns to look at you and you raise your head to meet his eyes. You can’t read him. You never could. He looks unbothered yet sounds annoyed. It’s so frustrating and you swear at yourself for even thinking of approaching him. You scoff and turn to leave, sure that you’re clearly not wanted there. 

 “That’s the second time”, he says and his voice is low but you can sense a weak scent of irony lingering at the end of his word. You stop in your trucks and turn to face him. 

 “What was that?”, you ask. 

 “It’s the second time you walk away from me. There won’t be a third”, his statement catches you off guard but you’re not planning on letting him see the affect his words have on you. 

 “I suppose you came out here to get some air, I wanted to check if you’re alright but you’re clearly not up for a chat. Am I wrong for thinking that the best thing to do was to excuse myself?”, you regret the slight sarcasm in your words which was completely unintended. His attention lands on your face. There’s at least 2 meters distance between yourself and him but for some reason you feel like you’re suffocating. His presence is so strong that you can’t even think straight. Without taking his eyes off of yours, he throws his cigarette somewhere to the side and with two steps he is standing right in front of you. You can smell the smoke on him but it doesn’t bother you; his cologne in combination with his addictive natural scent are enough to make your head hazy. He shouldn’t be able to affect you like this. 

 “Excuses”, his voice comes out like a loud whisper and you feel embarrassed at how it makes your entire lower body go numb and the sensitive area between your legs pulsate. His stare is so heavy that it almost makes you feel small. He moves a bit closer to you and you can almost feel his body touching yours.

 “Baekhyun, I’m...”, your voice fades out unable to complete the sentence. Your eyes still on his like magnets. You can’t see anything around you but him.

“Finish your sentence Y/N”, he says calmly. You gather all the courage you could before you allow the confessions that you have been battling all these months, come out. It’s so hard but you know you have to. You have to give it a shot.

 “I’m sorry. For that day.”, you say and his features rest in a slight shock which only encourages you to continue. 

“I’m sorry i left you like that and that I didn’t explain myself. I’m sorry that I never called you after what happened. But what I’m not sorry about is what happened afterwards. You were so mean to me and you refused to talk to me. Your behaviour was horrible and I don’t take back anything I’ve said to you every time we fought”. You swear your knees are about to give out and your breathing is so heavy that you can feel your chest rising and falling as if you were running. You heart beating in your head is making you dizzy and you pray that you won’t just faint right there and then. 

 “You don’t regret anything you’ve said to me all the times we fought?”, he asks and you feel a pinch of annoyance that this was the only part of your paragraph long monologue he chose to focus on. 

 “Nothing. You started every single fight”, your statement came out strong and your voice way too stable given your current state. You congratulate yourself in your head. As if that was even possible, Baekhyun steps even closer to you, now trapping you between his body and the wall. You can feel his torso pushing yours backwards only for the back of your waist to land on his right hand, his left one resting on the wall slightly brushing your cheek. 

 “I swear I would take you against this fucking wall just to shut this annoying mouth of yours”, his lips almost touching yours. You can feel his breath on your face and his words wake the butterflies in your stomach. You’re mad at yourself for feeling so weak under his stare. It takes you a few seconds to realise that you have been holding in a breath. You just stand there, frozen, eyes glued on his honey brown ones when the words roll out of your tongue without second thought. 

 “Why don’t you then?”, you speak in a low voice that even gives you goosebumps. Your boldness surprises him and he shakes his head.

 “I shouldn’t. I-..” 

 “Excuses”, you cut him off and you catch him so off guard that if it wasn’t for you being an absolute mess right now, his shocked stare would have had you chuckling. He raises his hand to caress your cheek and the way his knuckles softly touch your skin makes your entire body shiver. He doesn’t allow you to let the sudden skinship action sink in when he tilts his head only to rest his forehead against yours. 

 “I don’t know what to do with you anymore. Please tell me Y/N. Just tell me what you want”, he pleads and the entirety of your body heat is now resting on your face. You have never seen Baekhyun like this, basically asking you to take the upper hand. You rest your arms on his and connect your hands behind his neck. 

 “I want you Baekhyun. I don’t even remember how it was not to want you.”, you inhale and the air entering your nostrils feels too hot “...let’s go back to yours.Or mine, I don’t care”. The moment you finished your sentence Baekhyun’s hand was on yours, already guiding you towards the direction of his car. He open the door for you to get in and a second later he jumps in the driver’s seat. 

 Baekhyun’s eyes are glued on the road and his grip on the wheal is strong. You take a minute to examine his side profile and your eyes linger on each of his beautiful features. His beautiful honey-brown eyes, his straight nose and his soft, pink lips that are currently pressed into a thin line as if he is trying hold back a river of words threatening to fall out. Your hands are resting on your thighs which you’re pressing together in a desperate attempt to ease the buzzing in your lower area. You are already so embarrassingly wet, even though Baek hasn’t even touched you, which makes you realise how wrong all your past partners must have been treating you. Not able to stand the distance between the two of you, you place your hand on top of his right thigh, slowly dancing your fingers up and down the area. He shakes his head, momentarily closing his eyes only to open them a second later. His stare is intense but you can’t read it properly. 

 “Babe...”, he says and your hand movement stops at the sound of the nickname. Feeling more aroused by the second, you bend slightly over so that your lips are brushing against his ear. 

 “What...babe?”, you tease and he grips the wheel with such strength that it looks like he is trying to break it in half. 

“Finish your sentence Baek”, you continue and at this point you know you’re playing with fire. He turns to give you a look for a split second, his eyes filled with something unknown to you and a slight smirk is gracing his beautiful lips.

 “Sit back properly, take off your underwear and open your legs.”, you’re looking at him, eyes wide open in shock. His habit of bossing you around would normally have you ignoring his ass, maximum serving him an eyeroll as a response, but now it’s different. Your brain hasn’t even had the time to comprehend the possible consequences of his request, when you find your hands slowly sliding the sides of your underwear down your legs. Before you manage to even speak a word, his slender fingers are caressing the inside of your thighs and you throw your head back, eyes shut in an attempt to keep yourself under control. His middle finger and index travel all the way to your sensitive area and you let out a low gasp when you feel them on your heat. 

 “Holy fuck...”, he says and inserts one finger inside your throbbing pussy. You moan out his name as his digit is hitting you exactly on the right spot and you can’t see it but there’s a victory smile resting on his lips. 

 “Baek wait...”, you try to complain but it’s in vain. He adds a second finger and while keeping his eyes on the road, one hand on the wheel, driving almost at 150 km/h, he is steadily bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm. You turn your head to the side, your eyes linger on his frame when you start feeling a knot forming on the lower part of your abdomen. You gather all the strength left in your body to lift your arm and tangle your fingers with his silver locks, slightly pulling his head backwards. He hisses and fastens the tempo of his fingers, his palm now coming in contact with your clit. You know you aren’t going to last long. Your walls start pulsating around his skilful digits and the car stops at a red light which finally allows him to focus his attention on you for at least a few seconds. 

 “I can’t wait to feel you clenching around my dick baby”, he says and you can feel yourself getting closer to your orgasm. 

“Does my baby like dirty talk?”, he teases you and you pull his hair a tad stronger than before. 

“I want you to come before the light turns green, you have approximately..”, he pauses to calculate the other traffic lights at the crossing, “...10-15 seconds?”, he adds driving his fingers in and out your pussy at a frenzy rhythm. You can’t handle the tension anymore. 

 “Baek, I can’t-...”, you swear you could cry with all this tension gathered on your lower body. You’re so close you can sense your orgasm. 

 “9..”, he says, his eyes piercing yours. 

 “Fuck, no I can’t”,  you close your eyes, trying to control your body. It’ll be too much, you don’t want to come here in his car. 

 “Open your eyes and look at me. 6″, he counts and you do as you’re told. His palm hitting your sensitive clit is sending vibrations all the way to your head and you swear you wouldn’t be able to spell out your own name at this moment if you had to. 

 “I’m so close, I’m- Baek please...’, you whine and you can feel your walls clenching like crazy, swallowing his fingers. He places his other hand around your neck, squeezing gently and you’re a goner. Your orgasm crushes through you like fireworks and you can’t stop yourself from grinding down against his fingers, greedily trying to ride the explosive feeling out. 

 “That’s my girl”, he flashes you a satisfied smile and removes his fingers from your pussy at once. You grimace at the loss of contact but you’re too occupied trying to gather your thoughts and get yourself together, to pay further attention. The car is already on the move and before you can fathom what’s happening, he is parking in front of a building. Your eyes feel heavy but only at the thought of what’s coming, you feel the knot in your stomach tighten again. Baek steps out of the car and opens the door for you. You take a second to put your underwear back on, and you step outside the vehicle likewise. He locks it and starts walking towards the entrance of the block of flats before you, his hand in yours as your steps shadow his. You walk up the stairs and stop at the first floor. He stands outside a door and takes out his keys to unlock it when he turns to face you for the first time since he had you coming all over his fingers in his car. 

 “Before we get in I need to tell you something”, he warns and his eyes are examining your face. You step closer to him, your arm brushing against his. 

 “What is it Baek?”, your voice sounds so sweet and the way you say his name has him melting. 

 “If we do this, there’s no disappearing in the morning. There’s no going back to how things were. If you don’t want to stay and if you don’t want to be with me, leave now. This can’t be a one-time thing for me. That’s not what I want.”, he takes a deep breath as if he just gave the most important speech of his life. Your mouth hangs open at his sudden confession and you feel a stink of guilt that you’ve made him so uneasy; scared that you would run away from him and disappear. You grab his keys and unlock the door which opens wide in front of you. You step inside his flat and turn your head to face him. 

 “Do you prefer eggs or pancakes for breakfast?”, you ask him while taking off your shoes. He steps in and shuts the door behind him. Walking backwards you start unbuttoning your dress, “...I prefer something sweet in the morning to be honest”, you’re teasing and you reach the last button. You take another step backwards and you can feel his eyes burning on you. He is following each step you take, mirroring your movements now taking off his shirt. You let the dark fabric of your dress fall down your body and pool around your ankles. Baekhyun stops in his tracks, half naked and the lust in his eyes could make you come right there and then. You are about to take another step backwards when he nods you negatively. 

 “Don’t move”, the words come out as a soft command and you listen, standing there only in your lace black underwear, looking at him basically begging him to do something. He hasn’t even kissed you. He is the only man that has given you an orgasm without touching you anywhere else, not even a peck on the lips. He takes his time roaming his gaze along your body, his eyes resting on your breasts a second longer. 

 “I want you to kiss me”, you let out before you realise the words leaving your mouth. He focuses his attention back on your face and your body is about to burst from the need to feel him closer in any way. He is slowly walking towards you while taking off his trousers, leaving his body now covered only by his black boxers. 

 “Your entire face is blushing, you’ve been squeezing your thighs together, your breathing is unsteady and you’re giving me blowjob eyes”, hie finishes his sentence when standing a breath away from you. “...you want me to do more than just kiss you baby”, you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding in  and he smiles. He is so infuriating standing there, laughing at the misery he has put you in. You can’t let him play you like this. 

 “If you think you can..-” 

 “Shut up”, he says and you can’t tell who initiated it  but his lips are on yours, kissing and biting as if your mouth is the last source of air and he needs it to survive. His right hand finds purchase on your ass, squeezing tightly pushing you closer to his body and his other hand grabs the back of your head, deepening the kiss. You can feel your underwear sticking on your dump heat and you squeeze your legs together trying to give yourself some comfort. Baekhyun breaks the kiss, bringing his lips next to your ear. 

“Is my baby wet?Again?”, he cooes and you wanna smack him across the face because he fucking knows you are. 

 “Yes I am, and if you don’t do something about it soon I’m gonna have to get myself off”, you lilt and turn to enter his room. It’s way cosier than you would have imagined, with a queen size bed in the middle. You seat at the edge of it and you open your legs as seductively as you can, covering the fact that they’re shivering in anticipation. He enters the room and his eyes are darker than before, his erection clearly visible through his boxers making your mouth water. You cock an eyebrow at him but he doesn’t move. That’s it, you can’t waste anymore time waiting for him to do something. You get up and get on your knees in front of him, removing his underwear with a single movement before you place your palm around his shaft. 

 “What the fuck Y/N”, he breathes out and his knees turn weak under your touch. 

 “I’m done waiting for you Byun. Took you 2 years to kiss me. I can’t imagine how long it’ll take you to fuck me”, he is about to protest when you lean forward, putting his dick in your mouth, your nose against his lower belly. His complain turns into a moan when he throws his head back, hands now landing in your hair, pulling slightly. Your lips move around his member, followed by your tongue, hand resting on his balls slightly massaging them. You lick a long stripe from the base of his dick, all the way to the end while pressing your lips around it and then release it with a slight ‘pop’.  A string of saliva connecting your mouth with his tip. You open your eyes only to find his intense stare already on your frame, cheeks on fire and mouth agape in an attempt to inhale as much air as he can. 

 “Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you look right now? I swear I would do anything, anything you want If I could only see you like this everyday”, his voice cracks at the last words and he is slightly releasing his grip on your hair. Your hand still working its way up and down his dick, you tilt your head onwards to give small kitty licks on his tip. You take his hand and while serving him a cheeky smile you place it so that his fingers are cupping the upper part of your neck, right under your jaw. It takes him a moment to understand what you’re thinking and when it hits him, he lets out a desperate breath. You move your chin in front of his dick, lips almost touching his slit currently dripping with pre-cum. 

 “Apologise for being an asshole these last few months”, you spit. 

 “Fuck you”. The moment the words slip his lips you open your mouth, taking him so deep that you can feel his tip touching the back of your throat. He moans out your name and you feel your pussy pulsating in the sound. It takes all the self control you can manifest in order to not sneak your fingers inside your knickers and relieve some of the tension. 

 “I can feel my dick down your throat baby, agh fuck”, he hisses and pulls your hair as you take him as deep as you can once again only that this time you keep him there, swallowing again and again with his dick buried as deep as your throat can take it. A tear rolls down your face and your gag reflex is threatening to kick in, but you refuse to let go before he begs. 

 “Fuck Y/N, please. please stop, I don’t wanna cum. Fuck please, don’t-”, you release him and you snap him your best victory smile. after whipping your mouth with the back of your palm. You get up and move towards the bed, this time laying on top of it. 

“I think I prefer you begging than apologising”, you tease and an unintentional giggle follows. 

 “You fucking bitch”, he spits jokingly and you burst into laughter but it doesn’t last long. The next moment he is hovering on top of you, lips on yours, hands cupping every curve of your body unable to hold back anymore. He is devouring your neck, jaw and moves lower to leave dark marks on your breasts. In a swing movement he unclips your bra, throwing it behind him next to his long forgotten underwear. Your underwear is next and before you know it, his face is resting between your legs, blowing tiny waves of air on your heat, driving you crazier if that was even possible at this point. He plants small kisses around the area, next to your folds while his hands are massaging the inside of your thighs. Your head falls back to meet his soft pillow and you moan out his name,  incapable of hiding the mess he has made of you. Without any warning his soft tongue crushes on your burning area, devouring you as if you were his last meal. Your head is now a foggy mess, hands tangled between his silver locks unconsciously pushing him against your pussy, desperate for more friction. He rests his tongue on your sensitive bud of nerves, dancing in slow circles when he enters two digits in you causing you to let out the most animalistic moan you’ve ever heard yourself producing. Your reaction was the confirmation he was seeking, as his tongue picks up its pace and so do his fingers, his name rolls off your tongue like a cursed poem, again and again until you can feel yourself falling off the edge. He lands a last kiss on your pubic bone as he slowly climbs up your body, now hovering above you. You open your eyes, realising you had them wide shut all this time, only to find his beautiful brown ones staring at you in the most loving way you’ve ever had anyone looking at you.

“So pretty”, he whispers and his fingers linger on your lips and make their way to your cheek where he leaves a shy kiss. You can feel his dick between your legs, yours thrown around his waist and you just stay there, in silence looking in each others eyes. You bring your hand to the side of his jaw only to pull him closer, planting a kiss on his lips. It’s not deep; it’s soft, and sweet, almost romantic. You break it after a few seconds and you rest your forehead on his. A word is about to escape your lips when he frantically drives his length inside you, hitting your g spot so hard that you almost choke at your own gasp.

“Baek, fuck”, you whine. He doesn’t say anything, he only pulls out a little bit and then thrusts back in, hitting that sweet spot that has you seeing stars. He does it again and again and again and you are a moaning mess, head thrown back, his diving in the crook of your neck, sucking, bitting, leaving purple spots in every area he can get his lips on.

“You want me to stop?”, he says out of breath without slowing down at the slightest. You attack his lips and the kiss is nothing like the one you just shared a few moments ago. It’s hungry and desperate and your tongues are fighting for dominance, both your mouths swallowing each others moans. You can feel your pussy throbbing around his dick and you know you wont last long. Baekhyun breaks the kiss but stays close so that his lips can still touch yours.

“Are you close baby? You want to cum? Want to come all over my dick?”, he breathes out and you moan out his name, paralysed under his touch.

“Baek I’m close-I’m gonna..”, a circular move of his hips almost brings you to the brink and you moan out cusses with no meaning. You clench around him once more and he lets out a loud groan.

“Y/N If you do that one more time I won’t be able to hold back. Please”, he pleads and you can see that he is trying to hold back so that you can finish first. His dick fucking into you at a relentless pace has your arms pulling his body closer to yours, nails digging in his back and you know these scratches will be visible for next few days.

“Baek I can’t hold it, please”, you moan out.

“Let go baby, let go. Cum for me”, he whispers next to your ear and there’s nothing in the world you want more than to feel him painting your insides with his orgasm.

“Cum inside Baek, Please, cum with me, ah-”, your orgasm hits you mid-sentence and you clench again and again as it keeps attacking your body in waves. After a couple thrusts you can feel him releasing into you as he lets his body collapse on top of yours, both of you battling to calm your breathing.

“I blame you for missing on the best sex I’ve ever had for the past two years”, you tease him softly and he chuckles. You raise your hand to place a stray hair behind his ear and you can’t help but notice the slight rosiness on his cheeks. ‘what?’, you ask flushing him your warmest smile.

“Be mine?”, his lets out as he rubs his nose against the tip of yours. Your heart skips a bit and a wave of warmth crushes through you, for you haven’t felt so happy in a long, long time.

“Hm, nope, thanks”, you giggle and you kiss him. He is taken aback by your reply, staring at you with eyes wide open like a frightened deer caught in the headlights.

“I’m joking baby”, you spit and burst into laughter.

“You bitch”, he laughs.

[lilac-melody]

Can’t an Idol Fall in Love? (Sara) Honeyworks Novel Chapter 2

Disclaimer: Yall gonna roll your eyes but I’m not a professional translator sooo...take it all in with a pinch

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"It’s so brutal to practice so much after being on stage! Seriously, isn’t the manager a demon?!”

There was a meeting in the room now known as the Dolce room. The place that the Dolce room was in had a dance studio on the first floor, and each member were sweating like waterfalls.

The one complaining was Mameido Girisha. His image color was yellow. He was an individual with dreadlocks who was well known for his sharp and powerful dance moves. Well, truth be told, his appearances weren’t that good, but he was a good singer.

“And what happened to the air conditioner? How long do we have until break?!”

“Hey, Girisha...don’t leave your wig around in a place like this, it surprised me...” 

Girisha’s dreadlocks were actually a wig. They were on the ground in front of the large mirror. It looked quite surreal.

Nemuri Kippei held his chest in surprise. His image color was green. He didn’t have much self confidence, but he had really good motor nerves. If he could overcome his timid nature, he could transform.

“Haa...hey, Fuuma, that one oshi came to see today’s performance.” Haiga Kazuki said from the floor. His image color was blue. He had nice features and a friendly smile. He had a innocent sounding singing voice, though it was also powerful and pretty. He’s already gained fan support because he was attractive.

“She did. And she made another uchiwa too. I wonder how she makes them? They make me really happy.”

Shirayuki Fuuma was the leader with the image color pink. He had a natural singing voice that featured high pitched sounds, and wore makeup and skirts. Despite his feminine appearance dressing up as a woman though, he was actually quite masculine. Enthusiastic fans were going back and forth between calling him “cool” or “cute”.

“Oh, that chick? The one who lives next to the Dolce room. Ain’t that nice?” Girisha started drinking his third bottle of water. “She was all excited at first from far away and I was worried she might try to harass Fuuma or somethin’. Isn’t it normal for fans to be all like can I have your autograph?! or please shake my hand!?”

“That’s true.” Fuuma agreed.

“But then she didn’t do any of that! She’s a good fan!” Girsha tapped his chin, impressed.

Toujo Sara, who was in charge of the image color purple, watched everyone from the corner of the studio lazily. Well, he wasn’t being lazy, he was just lying on the futon.

(...Rather than trying to get an autograph, she ran away at a great momentum.)

Everytime she encountered Fuuma, her face would turn red and she would run away. She was like a mouse spotting a cat from a distance before taking off, before the members of Dolce noticed her.

He wondered if she hated or liked Fuuma.

The reason why he knew this was because he skipped practice. He fell asleep near a bush, in the condominium, and in a blind spot in the corridors. So he often saw the girl running away with a flustered expression.

“I think she’s trying to be mindful and take into consideration our on and off switches, right Fuuma?” Kazuki said, wiping the sweat off of Fuuma’s face.

The fans didn’t know, but Sara was positive that Kazuki was the one who treasured Fuuma more than anyone else.

After all, they were childhood friends, weren’t they?

What’s more, Kazuki seemed to have had troubles at home when he was young, and Fuuma was always the one who supported him.

Sara didn’t know the details, but he knew that Kazuki was trying to support Fuuma with all his might.

“You know, she brings that uchiwa to handshake events or other small events, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen her take it to a live show. She might be worried it’ll get in the way.”

“During a live show, she waves the pink penlight for Fuuma’s color, right?”

“Yeah, so I have to do my best since I’m in my fans care.”

“Yep. I feel bad for our fans who support us when we’re just an opening act.” Girisha cut in.

“Well, we’re still new...” Kazuki muttered.

Dolce was still only just beginning, as it’d only been a few months since their formation.

There was no way newcomers like them could perform solo at a live show. The best they could be at the moment was the opening act until they become well known idols.

The audience at the venues don’t come to see Dolce, but rather other main idols that they bought tickets for. 

It was like wanting to watch a TV show or movie, but then seeing a commercial first.

“Damn! I wanna be famous!”

“Then why do you have such short hair?”

“It’s convenient, ain’t it? Fuuma, you have a hair piece too, don’t you?”

“Don’t call it that! It’s a mini wig!”

The dance instructor, who had been out, returned just as Fuuma and Girisha started fighting. They clapped their hands loudly to get their attention.

“Okay, break time is over! Come, we have to go through the choreography again together!”

“We’ll be in your care!” Everyone chorused.

The teacher raised their eyebrows when they noticed Sara sleeping on the futon.

“Toujo Sara-kun, break time is over, so come join us.”

“...I’m in the middle of image training right now.”

“Aren’t ya just sleeping?” Girisha asked.

“How troublesome. Just earlier, your mother said she’ll be leaving you in my care. Speaking of which, she said you never call her, and that you need to do something about-”

Sara felt irritated.

(Mom? What does my mother have to do with these dance lessons?)

He got up from the futon.

“Start the music.”

The instructor turned the music on, probably startled by Sara’s expression. Meanwhile, Sara turned his switch on internally. He remembered the choreography, and let himself get immersed in the flowing melody, his body moving naturally.

“So cool...Sara, your skills are sharp!” Girisha said in amazement.

“Are you satisfied with this, sensei? I’m going home now.”

“W-wait a minute, Toujo-kun...”

However, Sara was still hearing their voice mentioning his mother, so he left the dance studio without looking back.

_

(She’s always like this...)

Sara stared at his phone in frustration. There was an incoming call history lined with his mother’s name. Everytime he took his phone out, it seemed like there was another incoming call from her.

Sara clicked his tongue and noticed a small fountain by the apartment. He didn’t hesitate- he threw his ringing phone into the fountain.

He started walking back as if nothing happened.

“I want to live alone!”

When Sara’s parents decided to move from Japan to New York, Sara bowed to his parents for the first time. Surprisingly, his acting seemed to have sharpened.

“I have something I really want to do in Japan.”

That was the first time he didn’t receive acting guidance from his parents. In contrast to his miffed mother, his father laughed in satisfaction. Sara had no idea if he was smiling because his acting was perfect, or if he was glad Sara found something he wanted to do.

It didn’t matter though. His wish came true anyway.

He was living alone in Japan, far from New York.

“...What I want to do, huh...”

The truth was that there was nothing of the sort. He just wanted to stay away from his parents. That was it.

“Sara’s our child.”

Those words stuck in his head repeatedly, and never left him. If Sara’s family was normal, maybe they would love him, as a normal family should. Maybe then he would accept them.

But Sara’s family was in the entertainment industry.

His father being a musical actor, and his mother being the daughter of a top opera company.

Such parents continued to insist that Sara had the same talent as them.

Sara never had time to play with kids his age.

While the typical child played outside, Sara spent his time playing the piano, the violin, singing, and dancing. All his time was spent doing lessons. Debuting as a child actor wasn’t what he wanted.

Everything was decided by his parents.

(Why do I even exist?)

He didn’t feel like he belonged anywhere when he was at school. He didn’t understand why he was at school or took rigorous lessons, or what he was doing on TV.

The only answer available though was because he the child of those two.

“Sara is our child.”

That was it. Toujo Sara was nothing but the child of those two. All of Sara’s talents were inherited from them. Singing, dancing, acting, everything. When he danced in front of the mirror, he realized why he hated it so much.

He saw his father and his mother in the mirror.

(It’s so annoying...)

He hated himself when he danced.

He hated himself when he sang.

No matter what he did, he felt like he was his parents shadow.

But more than anything, he hated himself because he only had a place in the entertainment world.

“...Um.”

Sara looked back at the hesitant voice.

“Did you drop this?”

It was his cell phone he’d just thrown into the fountain.

The girl standing behind him was that Fuuma fan they’d been talking about earlier. His phone was wrapped in a pink handkerchief, and it was still vibrating persistently.

(...Is it completely waterproof?)

He clicked his tongue in annoyance and stared at her.

“Are you a stalker after all?” He asked coldly.

“Huh?” Her eyes widened.

“You know who I am, so you decided to approach me.”

“That’s not the case! I’m a fan of Fuuma-kun, I’m not your fan at all, Toujo-kun!”

“...Isn’t that rude?”

“Well, maybe, but you’re one to talk! You called me a stalker again.”

“Isn’t that what you are though, a stalker?”

“That’s just a coincidence! No matter how much I like Dolce, I wouldn’t go that far! I have fan manners! I don’t want to be disliked by Fuuma-kun!”

Sara believed that to be true. So far, she hadn’t done anything to get closer to Fuuma, even though they were in the same apartment.

On the contrary, she was always running away from Fuuma.

“...You know, I threw my phone away. You should have left it.”

“I know, actually...I saw you throw it away.” The girl looked embarrassed.

“Then why did you pick it up?”

“Um...well, it was still vibrating and I could hear it. Your personal information could easily be leaked if you left it.”

Now it was Sara’s eyes that were widening.

“So you came out and got my phone because you were worried?”

Then the reason she said “you dropped this” was to make it less awkward for Sara when she gave it back to him.

She only smiled gently in response.

(You got your shirt all wet, you know...)

When she went to pick it up, she probably got it all soaked. Droplets of water dripped form her hair and onto her shoulders.

“...Are you stupid?”

It was Sara, after all, who had carelessly thrown it away. He hated himself, but still.

“Stupid...because I was worried about your personal information? An idol’s phone can be resold, you know!”

“You’re so noisy...um...it’s Ouji-san, right?”

“How did you know?” She looked surprised, but Sara felt more surprised at himself for saying that.

“...Your post box. It’s like a house, isn’t it? With your personal information?” Sara answered lightly, though his heart was starting to pound.

That was right. He knew her name from her mailbox. That was it.

The first day Dolce came there, he met her in the hallway. However, he didn’t think “that’s the girl from the handshake event”, his first thought had been “she’s that girl from the audition”.

The girl who didn’t look at Sara, but at Fuuma.

The girl who revolted and dropped the bouquet Sara tossed.

He was annoyed, and wanted to know the name of the girl who made him more annoyed. So he’d glanced at it while passing.

But that was it. He hadn’t meant to memorize it. But the name just flowed from his mouth naturally.

(Why..?)

He glanced at her. She had a mediocre face, with an average height. She wasn’t fashionable. Just a plain t-shirt, shorts, and running shoes.

(This is...not my type at all.)

Sara acknowledged that he himself was attracted to a person by their looks. Girisha always told him to “look inside a person more!”, but he didn’t see the point. If the outside was good, then the inside must be too.

Though, when Sara asked Girisha for his type, he emphasized loudly “it’s gotta be someone with big boobs!!”, so he didn’t think Girisha’s opinion mattered.

“Your skin’s dry.”

“What do you mean!?” She jumped back, startled.

“You also have bags under your eyes. Focus on your looks more, you’re a girl after all.”

“Toujo-kun, you need to be more careful on these things...” She muttered.

But Sara wasn’t wrong. The bags under her eyes were really bad. It looked like she tried to use concealer, but she still looked like she wasn’t getting enough sleep. Her complexion was bad too.

“Are you dressed like that for a run? Why don’t you just go to sleep instead?”

“I’m fine, I decided to run everyday.”

“Are you on a diet? That’s wasteful.”

“That’s not it! It’s not a diet and it’s not wasteful! You need to be mindful what you say to girls!” She puffed her cheeks like a hamster.

Sara had been mindful, though. Lack of sleep could easily cause dry skin and weight gain. If she was on a diet, she needed to sleep like a bear instead of running.

She sighed. “Well, I wasn’t exactly expecting to go over my calorie consumption...”

“So it’s a diet after all.”

“But that’s not the main thing. When I look for inspiration, I run along the riverside. My grandpa taught me that there’s beauty in nature.”

“Inspiration? Beauty?”

“Yeah, when I run with my mind empty, the beauty in nature seems to shine. Like the glittering river, the feathers of a waterfowl, there’s even beauty in the clouds and river stones. And it starts to give me new chocolate ideas.”

“Chocolate ideas..?”

“Yes...I dream of being a chocolatier.” She looked embarrassed, but she still looked up at Sara with a smile.

(...I see...she might be a bit better than mediocre...)

He looked away when that thought came to mind.

“The most important thing for a chocolatier is a sense of originality. It’s necessary to have the advanced technology to make use of the best cacao, because texture and flavor aren’t enough...”

“Yeah.”

“Oh...I’m sorry. You’re probably not interested in this.”

“Well, I really like sweets.” When he answered this, her face brightened.

“Then, you should visit the chocolate specialty store called Mimi nearby! It’s my grandpa’s shop!”

“Maybe if I feel like it. And I understand what you’re saying, so I won’t tell you to stop going on runs. But won’t you at least go to bed early and get proper sleep?”

“I study at night.”

“Oh, do you get bad grades?”

“That’s not it! There are various hurdles that have to be cleared in order to do things I want to do. Grandpa’s chocolate and Dolce’s events are also taking me hostage.”

“Ha?”

“My parents have conditions for me, and I agreed to them. And my grandpa’s chocolates are the best, but he was thinking of closing down the shop, and I wanted to help in any way I can.”

He understood that she liked them. Her grandfather, the chocolate, the shop...he could tell by her facial expression.

“My mom said I can’t let my grades fall just because I’m helping at the shop.”

“Well, you’re still a student. So you won’t be allowed to go to Dolce events if your grades dropped?”

“Yeah, and I would hate that! I won’t die if I miss out on some sleep, but if I can’t meet Fuuma-kun, then I will die!”

“Tch.” Sara glanced at her blankly as she gripped her own fists.

“Did you like Fuuma so much that you knocked down my bouquet?”

Her eyes widened, and then her face turned red. She lowered her head a little.

“That was...not on purpose. I’m sorry.”

“You’re so devoted I barely noticed.”

“Yes, I’m very devoted! I can only see Fuuma-kun!”

“...”

Her face seemed brighter now, and her glittering eyes made him feel somewhat annoyed.

“Ah- of course, I support Dolce as a whole! Please do your best! Well...excuse me.” She bowed her head low before taking off on her run.

When she left, his phone rang again. It had been buzzing the entire time they were talking.

But she never questioned why he didn’t answer his phone. So he was relieved about that.

Maybe she saw Sara throw the phone away and suspected something was wrong and tried to take care of him.

When the call stopped, Sara turned off vibration mode. He really wanted to reject the call itself, but if he did, she would probably fly back. He couldn’t do anything.

“...Leave me alone, already.” Sara clicked his tongue and started walking. “Hmm..?” he noticed something had fallen when he was walking away.

When he looked at it, he noticed it was a small notepad with the name Ouji Uru written on it.

[bailuoyins]

Title: Beautiful Word Count: 1219 Pairing: RamKing Show: My Engineer

Summary: A sort of fluff one shot?? Just King and Ram hanging out, studying together, admiring each other.

A/N: I haven’t read the novel at all, so this is all just my imagination (example: I don’t know if King’s place has a balcony??? I just added that lol) Also, apologies for my basic title. I’m sooo bad at titles, it's not even funny. I hope you enjoy??!

shoutout to: @luckyfini​ @monikastec​ @sara-boredl​ . thanks for responding to my original post and encouraging me to write. haha hope yall like it.

King watched Ram from afar, doing his best to decipher him. Ram was waiting for him, patiently as was his usual way. Though, he kept checking his phone every now and then. King would leave his hiding place sooner or later, but he wanted to look at Ram for just a bit longer.

When they had been on the bus a few days ago, Ram had spoken and King thought for a split second it was a dream. Ram had only asked one question.

“Do you want a tattoo?”

As much as King hoped for more spoken conversations after that, Ram kept communicating through nods, notes and Facebook messages.

Ram didn’t know, but King liked his voice. It was a bit high pitched, sure, yet it made something in his stomach dance. He wanted to keep hearing it. But, he didn’t want to force Ram to speak if he didn’t want to, so he kept content with the fact that he could just spend time with him for now.

They were meant to meet and go to his place to study. Apparently Ram liked the plants in King’s apartment. King never really let anyone come over, but he couldn’t turn Ram down when he got a message on Facebook asking if he could come see the plants again. And study, of course.

King shook his head, held back his shoulders and ran out of the bushes practically running into Ram’s back. Ram turned to see him and let a small grin slip when he saw King standing in front of him. It quickly disappeared and he was back to his stoic self in no time.

“Hi, hi! Sorry I kept you waiting. I just, you know...had some stuff to do.” Ram shrugged his shoulders. “C’mon, Cool Boy. Let’s go, let’s go!” King was excited. Ram wasn’t sure why, but it wasn’t unusual behavior so he merely nodded, following King in the direction of his apartment.

“I’m surprised you like my plants. Nobody else really likes them because they think it’s too much. But you like them! Which is good, because now they can have more company than just me.” King was animated as he talked and Ram was amused at the sight. It was fun to see him talk on and on, not expecting a response, having fun all on his own.

They finally reached his place, and the moment he opened his door, King began to greet the plants.

“Hello?”

“How are you?”

“You two are growing so well!”

“Ah! What happened to your leaf? We have to fix that right away.”

As King did his little ritual, Ram followed close behind him, entranced as he saw this man talk to these little tiny things that would never give him any answer at all. The first time he came, seeing King talk to the plants had startled him a bit. He thought King was strange. However, he found it cute now. Again, he let a small smile take over and he cocked his head to the side, watching King’s face as he adored his plants.

“Why are you smiling like that?”

Ram finally noticed King was staring at him and not his plants and immediately dropped his smile and adjusted his backpack on his shoulder.

King chuckled and pointed to his couch. “You can sit there and get your notes ready. Are you thirsty?”

Ram nodded once and King was off to the kitchen. When he came back to the living room, he saw Ram had laid the notes and books out on the table, but was standing up looking at the plants hanging from the wall.

“I wonder, why do you like them so much?”

Startled by his sudden entrance, Ram jumped a bit and spun around to face King. He said nothing, as expected, and just sat down on the couch. King sat beside him, placing the glass of water on his side. “I don’t have any juice or soda or anything. So, you have to enjoy the water.” Ram pressed his hands together and bowed his head slightly, to thank King and drank a sip. King smiled, turned to the work and they began their study session.

By the time one hour had passed, they were both visibly tired and King moved the notes to the farther corner of the table. “Okay, we’re done with that for today. Sometimes studying too much can kill you.”

Ram nodded once and looked around, taking in the sight of the apartment. At one point, he looked at the plants, then back at King. Then, he pointed between them.

“Hmm?” Ram just kept repeating the gesture, pointing between King and the plants until King finally picked up what he wanted to say. “You want to know why I have so many plants?”

Ram nodded once.

“Hm, I don’t know. It started with one that my sister got me as a gift. I thought it was a crappy gift at the time, but after a while when it started to die, I didn’t want to see that. It was so sad seeing the green leaves turn brown and how the plant seemed to be weighed down with the sadness of being neglected. So, I was determined to keep it alive.”

King laughed. “Anyway, I just loved that plant so much. So, I got more. I asked my family for plants on my birthdays and stuff. I started to get books to learn about them. I went on the internet so I could understand them better. The more I learned about them, the more interested I was. Then, they became like friends.

“I know it seems strange that I talk to them. They don’t speak back, you know. But they’re good listeners. And--” He stopped talking as he noticed Ram had his head propped on his hand staring at King so intently it made him turn a little red.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

There was a long silence. Ram continued to stare at him and King was about to turn away, as he didn’t expect an answer.

“Beautiful.”

King turned back to see Ram staring at him, his eyes wide. There was another long silence as a sort of tension filled the air between the two. King opened his mouth, ready to say something back when Ram cut him off by pointing to the plants hanging from the ceiling.

“You asked why I like the plants so much.” But, Ram’s eyes never left King’s for a second. “They’re beautiful.”

King tried his hardest to hold back the huge smile creeping onto his face, but he really couldn’t help himself. Ram’s voice had almost lifted his heart in a way and he had no idea how or why, but he knew it felt good.

“Hey. You spoke.” King could see Ram had gotten a little embarrassed because he quickly sat up, pointedly looked away, ad began to fiddle with the study notes. “Do that more.”

Neither of them said anything for some time. They just sat quietly together and looked at everything but each other. It wasn’t until a couple minutes later when King stood up and tapped Ram on the shoulder to follow him. “You should see the plants on my balcony. Those are some of my favorites.”

Ram stood up without response and immediately followed King to his balcony, watching him talk about each one in depth, but not hearing a word he said.

[quicktelling-blog]

Amira’s Vanished Hustle, Perceptions of Missed Opportunities, and What Everyone Should Consider About the Story So Far

[deep dive under the cut]

Some messages I got over the weekend were along the lines of: “No Damira again on Friday whew you must be heartbroken huh?” But, y’all, I wasn’t surprised. And to be completely honest, my reaction on Friday was very different from the ones I saw in the tag. Yeah, I was super happy for the adorable Amira and I was also side-eying the glaring absence of Carlos’s besties at his own housewarming -- but my main thought after the clip was: “LOL OH SHIT HERE WE GO.” Because in my mind Friday was an ENORMOUS RED FLAG that the only substantial thing left to do in Amira’s story arc is the cute Bon Voyage party to send her off on her dream trip. Even before this big POV shift happened, Druck hadn’t given us any reason to expect much more than that in her remaining plot, and I’ll elaborate on that here.

I don’t wanna jump to the conclusion that Druck can’t possibly stick the landing, because hey, they might! We have no clear idea what will happen between now and the final goodbye party, so maybe good things are coming that will subvert all of our worst imaginings! But I feel like this is a hinge point in the season to do a little reassessing of expectations... and to come clean about one big reason why I’ve mostly spoken superficially about this season up until now.

The very first red flag, for me, was when I realized Druck was planning to basically pretend Amira never had a job. That oversight might not seem like a big deal to most, and it’s not like her job was the first thing Druck ever made disappear unceremoniously (remember when Leonie and Sara had other close girl friends? lol) but to me it was a signal that my expectations for Amira’s story (based on her previous strong characterization) had maybe been too high. And I immediately felt a bit cheated.

Amira was already so fleshed out coming into her season. She was demanding, quick-witted, and nurturing. She was fiercely protective of her friends, and even more fiercely ambitious, with a willingness to work harder than anyone to get ahead in life. She was sunny but tough-shelled, with a well-established resistance to trusting any men. And, loving her as much as I do, I felt strongly that she deserved to have plenty of brand new story elements that reflected all those things. To have her own story shaped around her, rather than she herself being reshaped to fit Sana’s story.

But then it was finally her turn to shine, in a Summer season, when it would make perfect sense for her to be on a job grind to earn cash for her trip, and... she’s not working? Huh? She managed to work all through a tough school year, but not her free summer vacation? Why? Because of Druck’s low budget? Because they lacked cohesion in the writing process? Some combination of the two? Yikes. Who knows. But suddenly, nonsensically, they had flushed away the perfect framing to showcase her work ethic, her daily perseverance, and her varied interactions (good and bad) with lots of strange customers around Berlin.

It felt like a bad omen to me somehow. Which wasn’t a great mindset to start the season with. And that was the beginning of me trying very, very hard not to be confused and salty about every little thing I began to perceive as missed opportunities to give Amira a new kind of substance in her story.

For example: While David, Matteo, and Sam began having fun off-screen, working on an bold alien movie, Amira inexplicably had no involvement. She kinda scoffed at the idea when it came up on-screen, then immediately lost interest in the conversation because her man was texting. Fair enough, right? That scene was moving her story forward while generously giving a little shoutout to the meta insta storyline, right? The problem is: the off-screen story ended up seeming much more interesting than watching Amira chilling on her own texting a bunch, and we weren’t even given a reason for her to not be part of it after the whole crew was invited to join in. Imagine if we had followed her onto a shitty little makeshift movie set and seen her reacting to the chaos and strangeness of it. Imagine her finding a resourceful solution to a production hiccup or mediating a creative disagreement while trying to hide her own inner turmoil from her friends. And imagine her having an extremely important conversation with David (and/or Matteo and/or Sam) about the film’s deeper themes of alienation and otherness that they can both sadly relate to.

That’s just one weirdly specific scenario, but there are sooo many other ways I fantasized about Amira bonding with her friends (particularly the ones who aren’t cishet white kids or brand new characters). Talking with one or more of them about what it means to be dangerously marginalized, or to be afraid of letting someone get close to you, or to feel torn in two different directions in life. Maybe something like that could still happen before the season ends, but I’m not counting on it. And I think the time has passed for it to have the biggest impact. It could’ve been amazing (and really narratively useful!) if it happened before the resolution of Amira’s brief conflicts with Kiki, Erva, and Mohammed. We saw a lot of scenes with her looking angry and sad, but we weren’t really privy to much of her thought process during all that reflection, so it felt uncomfortably unearned when problems she once saw as insurmountable were shortly waved aside. I would’ve really appreciated even a short conversation with some good change-of-heart exposition.

And while other people were cheering about all the controversial Sana season conflicts being blessedly truncated or completely stripped away, the whole time I couldn’t stop thinking: “Okay, awesome, but what are they gonna replace that storyline with? Nothing?” And, for the most part, that seemed to be true.

But the problem clearly wasn’t limited to a shortage of well-integrated story threads with Amira at their center. It was arguably also a failure to capitalize on the stories they did use. Instead of getting to watch the emotional fight with her mother about punching someone, and witnessing Amira faced with the threat of losing Australia, we only heard about the drama afterward. Just like we only heard about her family’s religious holiday together. Just like we only got a few texts between Amira and Jonas about the refugee event. And just like how, as I sat typing this, Amira’s mother re-blessed the trip off-screen. On and on goes the list of examples of this unfortunate tell-don’t-show approach, and I’m sure a lot of it can be attributed to low budget and tricky cast scheduling, but the time limit excuse probably doesn’t apply if Amira’s main plot really has been efficiently pared down to 7 episodes.

Don’t get me wrong, I want to reserve final judgment on the season until the credits roll, and there are plenty of good things to say about it in the meantime. Yes, it’s been lovely to see so many gorgeous shots of Tua praying, and boxing, and expressing everything from attraction to anguish to helpless rage. Yes, she and Hassan both did some really strong work selling the magnetic pull between their characters, even in the face of (what I consider to be) an underdeveloped narrative that didn’t totally sell me on the relationship overall. Yes, it was wonderful to have some aesthetically pleasing scenes of the girl squad loving and supporting each other, even if they mostly talked about boys the way Amira hoped they wouldn’t. And obviously just having a story about a strong, kind, devoted hijabi girl is vitally important visibility. So I really haven’t wanted to say anything negative in the face of all that...

... but now I have to say: if you’re feeling cheated and mad about the POV shift, then take some time to consider what else specifically you think should’ve happened to Amira before we entered this resolution phase of her story. It seemed like most people were perfectly happy for her to not face any complex conflict, and not have any lingering hardship to dramatically and triumphantly overcome. Every obstacle getting a relatively swift and easy solution felt underbaked to me, but it was a big relief and source of praise for most people in the tags right up until Amira disappeared from clips. So: in hindsight, how would you have added not just length, but also more compelling drama and greater social impact to her story, so that the extra length felt well-used? It’s really worth thinking and talking about that, even if you’re hesitant to voice any criticism of Amira’s part of the story (even after the season ends, and even if it’s totally constructive) -- because thinking and talking about it is how we’ll get that kind of richer, fuller story in the future.

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #263

laptop is still broken, nvm. :’)

Do you have a favorite song by The Cure? "Sweet Soul Sister." (': Are there things you've never told for fear that others would judge you? Yep. Can sex ever be casual? I personally don't support it, but ultimately, so long it's consensual, protected, and both parties understand what's going on, you do you. Would you like to go on television to receive a make-over? Not on TV, no. It'd be awesome to see myself after a professional makeup, but I ain't going on TV to show my ugly face. What will no one ever see you do? Smoking. Are you quick to anger? Rarely. Are you slow to forgive? Not really. Usually. What do you need help with? Being an adult, lmao. Do you take the easy way out of things? More often than I'd like... What is your favorite fabric to wear? *shrugs* I don't pay attention to the fabric I wear, really. Do you still make a wish when you blow out your birthday candles? C'mon dude, you've got to! I don't believe in wishes increasing your odds of anything, but it's a must anyway! Do you look for four leaf clovers? Just casually when I'm walking or sitting outside. What are you the guardian of? My pets! Are you for or against censoring child pornography? I've seen many stupid questions in surveys. But this is the absolute dumbest. What the fuck is wrong with you. Are naked child images in paintings more acceptable than photographs of naked children? GENERALLY, yes, but it really depends on the artistic portrayal. None should be sexualized. Now that we can create such lifelike digital images, do you think it should be allowed for digital child pornography to exist (as in there were no children involved in the porn, it is all digitally made, the kids aren't real, they just look real)? Absofuckinglutely not. The concept is absolutely repulsive. Enough with these fucking questions. Do you like Wheel of Fortune or Jeopardy better? Wheel of Fortune, ig. Jeopardy is pretty boring to me. What is your favorite tarot deck? I don’t know enough about tarots to comment. How do you feel about Wicca and Paganism? IT'S SUPER SUPER INTERESTING AND COOL AND I LOVE LEARNING ABOUT IT!!!! I relate most to Neo-Paganism anyway, so I obviously don't mind them. Wicca especially is a very, very misconstrued religion that has just been horribly abused by the media. Do you believe that people who practise the above religions are able to accomplish magic? No, I don't. If you were given the opportunity to lead a creative writing program for a small group of students in a high school with a low budget in generally poor neighborhood, would you do it? No, but only because I could never been a teacher. Sounds fun otherwise. Should high school cafeterias stop serving twinkies and other fatty foods? BIIIIITCH whose HS sells Twinkies????? I need to know?????? Anyway, no, but I believe there must be mostly actually nutritional options. Let kids have the chance to have a little snack during a boring 'ole school day. What band is so romantic that anyone who listens to them must be romantic at heart? BOY Josh Groban. Have your gods and idols let you down? The Christian god did. What do you waste? Whew... time... time. When was the last time that you were neither going to school or working for a month or more? Currently. Ugh. What is your light at the end of the tunnel? The potential of a beautiful future. Speaking of the light, is the light that people see when they die the random firing of electrons or is it something more? Good question. I lean towards it being a natural phenomenon as everything shuts down, BUT I find the reincarnation/birth canal theory to be quite interesting. I don't really believe it, but hey, who the hell am I to decide if it is or not. If you were going to have a mural painted in your bed room what would you want it to be of? A scene of meerkats probably. Is sex more about fulfilling a need or giving yourself? Giving yourself. Do you like your belly? FUCK NO. Do you think more or act more? Think, sadly. Should there be a mandatory retirement age? Of course not. You work all you want boo. What's the craziest thing you've ever done on impulse that worked out well? This is gonna sound... very bad, but my suicide attempt. It made things abundantly clear I needed serious help. It led to my partial hospitalization program. Do you have any exercise tapes or DVDs? No but OH MY GOD this made me remember my lil sister used to a Barbie one that we followed lmaoooo. Does the sound of crickets bother you? No, I quite enjoy it actually. Is the sound of a fan on at night soothing? Yessss. How do you feel you will likely die? I really don't know, but probably cancer-related. Recent events have made it abundantly clear it does in fact run in our family, and genetic testing because of Mom's cancer revealed that at least through her, my sisters and I are susceptible to pancreatic, breast, and ovarian cancer. Once this virus passes over, we're all getting tested for free to get an understanding of what hell Dad gave us lmao. Have you ever been slapped in the face? No. How about punched? Yeesh, no. That was something unique about you as a child? I was CRAZY about dinos for the average little girl. Have you ever come up with a memorable quote? Not really. What is something interesting about where you live? The town is like, really, really old. Downtown looks right out of an old movie. Were you breastfed as a baby? Yeah. If you’ve lost your virginity, what was your first time like? I don't remember it because it didn't really register what we were doing was sex. I still don't know today if you could call it sex since it was really dry humping through thin clothes, but it sounds close enough. What do you think about masturbation? You do you boo. Is it sometimes better than the real thing? I don't think so, though I only had a brief episode where I did it when I was put on a new birth control that made my hormones like so, so far beyond control. I stopped that shit sooo fast. I got almost nothing out of it, honestly. Intimacy is a two-person job for me. Who do you think about most? Jason, whether I want to or not. Favorite way to pamper yourself? Go to bed early lol. What's your most expensive piece of clothing? I don't have a clue. I don't really have expensive stuff. What was your last big achievement? Ugh... I'm not the person to ask. I haven't made any big ones even semi-recently. Have you ever had a "false alarm" moment, what was it about? Oh sure. The first time that comes to mind was when I thought Venus was dying once when she had a series of horrible coughing/gagging fits a long time ago. We took her to the vet with the risk of a respiratory infection, but she was clear, thankfully. I think she had early signs, though. Do you know how to ride a bike? Ye. If you were in the hospital who are the two people you'd want by your side? Mom of course, and it'd be nice if Sara was there if she was at all capable of that, but I'm fine w/ just Mom. If you could ever take a street sign, what sign do you want? Well, I wouldn't, but probably "stop" bc that applies to a lot in my life, lmao. Have you ever not returned something you borrowed and if so what was it? I don't think so? When you pack your lunch, what's your favorite packed lunch? Usually just a good 'ole pb&j. :') What was the one most important thing you learned from your parents? Take care of your goddamn relationship. Talk shit out instead of yelling. Work together. Never neglect the reason you're with each other. Have you done something you worry could come back to haunt you, what? No, because I don't believe in karma. If you had to build a small ark, what 7 animals would you save? Those with the biggest ecological impact, like bees and spiders, for example. I wouldn't be very happy with all my choices while all other animals perished, but you've gotta think of what comes next. Out of just selfishness I'd obviously have to spare a spot for meerkats, aha. They'd help with the bug control, though! I don't know about the other four, though; I'd have to think real hard on 'em. What is something your parents love that you actually love too? Classic rock and metal. Has anyone ever said "I love you" and you couldn't say it back? I firmly remember this is how I ended that childish shit with Joel. He said it and I couldn't. Have you ever ridden a camel? No. What's been the hardest loss you've had to take? Jason. What emotion is your least favorite and the one you are not in touch with? Fear, of course. No one likes being afraid. I'm not all that in touch with greed at all. Do you think facial moles or freckles are cute? I don’t mind 'em. Sometimes they're super-duper cute. Would you ever pick up a hitchhiker? NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I don't trust strangers for shit. If you're searching for a relationship, where is your go-to place to look? I don't really "look" anywhere. What book have you read multiple times? I lost count of how many times I've read Meerkat Manor: Flower of the Kalahari. Granted, in subsequent reads, I would skip over the HUGE tangent chunks that were entirely unrelated to meerkats. I seriously remember one long-ass section was like a goddamn essay on why smaller animals tend to have unnaturally large testicles like I don't fucking care talk about Flower again. I think I only decided to read it in full two times, but maybe not even that. Do you keep a budget? I don't have the income to do so. Have you ever test driven a car you knew you weren't going to buy? No, never test-drove anything. What do you have a hard time visualizing? There's a number of things, but this one thing is weird shit: I can't picture my old therapist. Even when I saw her every month, I could almost NEVER visualize her in my head. She's a fucking cryptid or something, paranormal shenanigans is going on here. She's the only person I know where I have that problem. What makes you feel uncomfortable in group settings? I worry I'll make myself look stupid in front of everyone. What was your worst date ever? I don't feel like I've really had a bad one. I've had one that did nooooot go according to plan and I know the average girl would've been annoyed, but I'm actually an understanding human being who found the adventure fun in the end. Basically a flat tire, a sketchy tire place, and a lot of walking happened lmao. Tyler felt fucking awful, felt bad for him. Have you ever gotten in a bidding war on Ebay, if so for what item? HAHA yeah, though it was technically Mom, but she had me keep an eye on it. I remember Parasite Eve took some battling to get. I think maybe a Legend of Spyro game, too? Are you supportive of your friends even if you don't agree with them? So long it's not literally insane or stupid, usually. It really does depend. What did you think was stupid until you tried it? Hm. I'm not sure. What subject do you and your parents never see eye to eye on? Religion. I keep most of my beliefs to myself now. Where do you see yourself in 1 year's time? Honestly, I don't want to ponder and picture this. What is your favorite type of seafood? I only like shrimp. What triggers your inner shopaholic? HA, do tattoos count? See cool ones, and then I'm planning (more than only always...) tons of new ones I want and will just be DYING (ALSO more than always lakdjfwe) to go to the parlor. What public figure do you disagree with the most? I really can't say considering I'm just not educated enough here. What is your opinion on rats as pets? They are absolutely wonderful! Smart, sweet, and very clean despite their stigma. I've had quite a few. What is something you're afraid to try? Sky diving, the Tower of Terror ride. ;___; That kinda stuff. What song makes you dance uncontrollably? None. Do you like nachos, if so what topping is a MUST have? Cheese is all I really need for nachos. Do you have any subscriptions? Yes, to Adobe Creative Cloud. Which is better, Mario or Sonic? Mario games are cute, Sonic's make me cringe - I've watched enough Game Grumps to know lmao. I hate hate hate cringe culture, like let people enjoy whatever, but I absolutely cannot stop my cringe reaction to some shit. I don't judge the people that enjoy whatever it is, though. THAT pisses me off. Who is the most creative person you know? I've known Sara and Connie much too long to not say them. They have such vast imaginations. Besides a pickle, what is your favorite thing pickled? I've actually never tried anything pickled, I think... no wait. Aren't jalapenos? Well there, jalapenos. What did you do for your 21st birthday? If not, 21 what are your plans? I had my normal therapy sessions in the mental hospital lmfao. It's unfortunate, but I do have fond memories of the day. Everyone was so damn sweet, and the friend I made there even got in touch with one of the lunch ladies, who literally went to go buy me a slice of cake. She and the other employees in the kitchen brought it out at dinner, and everyone sang happy birthday. I think I remember tearing up just because it was so goddamn sweet, but also bittersweet in that I was in a fucking mental institution for my BIGGEST birthday. When I got out, Colleen bought me a red velvet cake to "make up for it," ha ha. I miss her every now and then alsdkjf;wae. Are you a role model for anyone in your life? Oh, I doubt it. Do you think you need to slow down and enjoy life more? I don't need to go any fucking slower in my life. Can you impersonate anyone famous? I don't believe so. Never really tried anyone. What is your favorite salty snack? Spicy Cheetos mmmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM What is your favorite restaurant? Olive Garden for sit-down, Sonic for fast food. Have you ever been in a play for school? In elementary school. I never had a big roll, though. Do you wish you had more friends? Very much. What is the main character’s name in the book you’re reading? Aunt Lydia. Which famous author would you like to meet? I'm not particularly interested in any. Which artist would you like to meet? Hey hey hey. Mark's brother is a comic artist. Meet him, one step closer to meeting God Himself. (ง ͡ʘ ͜ʖ ͡ʘ)ง Which singer would you like to meet? OZZY sobs What celebrity do you have a crush on? Anyone who's even heard about a hint of my Markiplier obsession knows I would fuck him into oblivion. When you were in middle school, were you in love with someone you never talked to? No, I didn't romantically love anyone. Do you believe that there is an unseen spirit realm? I do. Martini, margarita, or sangria? YO STOP I'm weak with these things. I can't pick. Do you feel you are extremely gifted but no one appreciates you? No. I honestly feel like people have more faith in what I'm capable of than deserved. What Lisa Frank character is your favourite? The angel cat, probably. Or tiger. Do you know how to use Braille? No. When you use stairs, do you usually hold the rail? Currently, I have to because of my muscle atrophy. I need help to stay steady. Have you ever worn a veil? No. Have you ever planted a tree? We actually did plant an apple tree in our front yard at my childhood home. Never grew much. Have you ever made anything with clay? A number of things from art classes. Has today been a good day? No, honestly. Have you ever fed a horse hay? Yes. Are you more likely to text "Okay", "OK" or just "K"? "'Okay.' The other two are restricted for when I am in a mood and want someone to know I am in a mood." <<<< HA HA SAME. Do you like the taste of lime? Sure. Have you ever seen a mime (in real life)? Not to my recollection. Have you ever seen a deer (in real life)? Plenty of times; whitetails are common here. Right now, what can you hear? "Game Over" by Falling In Reverse. Have you ever seen a bear (in real life)? In the zoo, yes. I think there's a possibility I have in the wild, but only from a distance? Have you ever eaten glue? No. Do you tend to buy clothes used or new? New. If you have Netflix, how many items are in your queue? N/A

[dotbammie]

boyfriend!yukhei

Author’s Note: hello my little babies! It’s truly been forever since i have posted, so hello!! It’s nice to post again, i really did miss it. i’m not sure how often I will be posting, whether it will be a week or a month or a year from now, but I wanted to get this post out there because it’s been plaguing my mind! Xuxi/yukhei/lucas is my age and i often think of how he would be like in a relationship, so enjoy~

xoxo Sara

hooooo god

where do i even start with this boy

okay so we all know

nctzens know

nct knows

Obama knows

the whole world knows

Yukhei is a natural flirt. 100%. without an inkling in my mind

and he always talks biiiiiiig talk when he goes on VLIVE with members

but some part of me feels like he would  be sort of... shy when he likes someone?

i mean, not like so shy as in to stay away from them

he’s not about that

but shy as in maybe toning himself down a bit?

so he won't scare you off ya feel

but like he’ll start to like you and basically everyone picks up on it

but you

yes the classic every-love-story-ever cliche. next.

anyways

but yES everyone realized it quickly and were like OOOOO SHIT

AMMO FOR TEASING YUKHEI? GOOD SHIT

SIGN ME THE F R I C K UP

so they'd always invite you over

you'd prolly be friends with mark because hello

hes the same age as yukhei

judging on age id say y'all were in college and you probably met yukhei through mark but tHATS BESIDES THE POINT STAY ON TRACK SARA GOD

a n y w a y s

but yeah like everyone would constantly be like hEY Y/N Y DONT U COME OVER

and yukhei would b like AAAAAAAAAA on the inside

but :^) on the outside

(that face translates to ‘im low-key dying but highkey cannot express it at this moment)

and i feel like at some point he'd be like. shits gotta stop

i gotta either cut these feelings OFF or HARNESS THE POTENTIAL

and he'd be SOOO nervous but like

laughing type nervous

when he confesses to you

and hes like “yEAh i liKe you but likE so what man like its cool its fine its whatever”

cue literally all of the older members face-palming because yukhei slipped “man” in his confession

but of course u like the big goof anyway so you accept the confession! yay!

and now onto the good stuff uwu

once he got past the whole “lets tone it down so i dont scare them away” thing you KNOW hes gonna be like all over you

probably showing you off

“have you guys met my s/o?”

“look at how cute my s/o is”

“this is my s/o no one elses”

low-key possessive but not in a bad way where he doesnt want you around anyone else

can 100% share you with anyone but likes the fact that you hold his hand and hug him and stuff and you dont do it with anyone else

big uwu baby

the bigger they are the harder they uwu in my opinion

always wanting to hold your hand. always

always worrying about your wellbeing

“have you eaten today?” “are you cold?” “are you stressed? “youre happy right?”

is the literal definition of Big Baby™ and will just melt when you guys cuddle

likes to play with your hair

“you smell nice”

teaching you one of the FIVE DAMN LANGUAGES HE KNOWS

SMART BOI

but also stoopid boi

flirts with you every five seconds to the point where youre like xuxi.stop.

idk what you like to call him (like if you call him lucas or yukhei or xuxi) but he'd probably d i e if you gave him a nickname

whats a good nickname for him idk dshidjshkas just give him one he loves those

really playful so i feel like you'd constantly be tossed over his shoulder

like youre play fighting with him or like

he just wants to snuggle so he’ll pick you up and whisk u away

wow a prince

also super strong and likes to work out

the type of flirtatious little shit where he’d like tell u to help him do sit ups and kiss you every time her comes up

ugh i hate that i imagined that so perfectly WHY is he like that

hearing that giggle all the time

you know what giggle im talking about

ohmyGOD seeing his cute little smile all the time because you genuinely make him the happiest boy alive and he constantly wonders how an angel like you likes him

okay i gotta stop im gonna get soft for him now this is NOT the PLAN i am LOYAL TO ******

okay bYE

[rxspbrrry]

Wait that character game tho

Albedo and Kazuha (mental attachment)

Clotted Cream and Oyster (mental attachment + genuine love to Oyster)

check albedo's here <3

putting my personal bias for him aside for now to talk about what a GREAT character he is!!!!! SOOO 2.8 kazuha backstory huh. i love love love the character development he got when his family went into decline, when he decided to become a wandering samurai, when he decided to end the kaedehara bloodline and be free. and he doesn't stop developing there!!!!! during the inazuma archon quest, kazuha was really the only one who managed to change for the better - he learnt to overcome his grief over his friend and even avenged him, not by killing the shogun, but by doing what his friend couldn't do WITH the help of his friend!!! i think his character was written the most beautifully in the inazuma arc. no one else comes close, not kokomi, not sara, not ayaka, and definitely not fucking ei lmao.

i'm aware that many (if not all) the kazuha fics out there label him as a dreamy, charming guy who prioritises you above everything else, is super romantic, knows exactly how to calm you down, is perfect boyfriend material etc and,, yeah, to some extent, yes. he is pretty charming canonically and he uses it to his advantage. but if we're speaking about an actual relationship (btw @souglias and i had a long ass convo about this everyone say thank you sher for the big brain ideas <3) honestly, i don't think kazuha is someone who would commit long term to a romantic relationship lol. he's canonically a wandering samurai and most likely has no time to settle down, and definitely prefers travelling to new and different places than being domesticated with someone. not saying i don't like the kazuha fics, i adore them and the writers who manage to make him so dreamy in the fics <3 it's just how i characterise kazuha LOL

oh clotted, the star of the entire creme republic arc!! you guys already know how insane i am over him <3333333 i love how his character was presented in the story, as a snobbish stinky politician at first to a man who's been abused by his father but still stands up against him :") and i love how he tries his hardest, despite the constantly switching opinions of the creme republic and the two faced hatred from the elders, to keep the republic safe and make everyone happy god i wish he would just take a rest and hug me ;(( not complaining about his screentime since he's already the protagonist of the creme republic arc <3

admittedly i was wrong about oyster in the past 😔 i initially thought she was gonna be a super sus elder who would be painted as an antagonist but!!!!! i love that she ended up just being a morally grey character (as grey as her colour scheme) who is willing to help people but makes sure she gets something out of it too. the girlboss of the century the milf ever the lady !!!! <3 man i should really think about her more. too bad she was only mostly relevant for a couple of scenes, i really wanted to learn about her backstory and see her be more badass :((

[formerlyjannafaye]

100 Questions

I was tagged by @janes-mike and @el-and-hop and @caseyk112 like 100 years ago and I just finished it now! Oops.

1. What is your nickname? Janaynay, Fayzers, Jan

2. How old are you? 31

3. What is your birth month? February

4. What is your zodiac sign? Aquarius

5. What is your favorite color? Rainbow

6. What’s your lucky number? 2

7. Do you have any pets? not at the moment

8. Where are you from? Canada

9. How tall are you? 5′4

10. What shoe size are you? 8

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? this is so embarassing, I probably own like 35 pairs of shoes (but in my defense, we experience extremes in all 4 seasons during the year) and I am a shoe addict.

12. Are you random? sometimes? but not really.

13. Last person you texted? my dad

14. Are you psychic in any way? i feel like i am really good at reading people and i have a really good memory when it comes to people so maybe a little?

15. Last TV show watched? New Girl

16. Favorite movie? Hard question! ET, Get Over It, Moulin Rouge

17. Favorite show from your childhood? Mr. Dressup!

18. Do you want children? I have one! I’d like one more, I think.

19. Do you want a church wedding? I had one.

20. What is your religion? I am a Christian, which I almost hate to say because Christians are represented so badly today and I am ashamed of this group so often. To clarify, I think Jesus is the bomb and so I try to emulate how he treated people. I’m also a feminist, pro marriage equality, pro choice, pro creation care/caring for the environment, I believe in science, I don’t believe in hell, and I hate violence. So...do with all that what you will.

21. Have you ever been to the hospital? Yes, I go there a lot with my work.

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? I literally sweat when a cop car passes me and I’m a goody two shoes, so no! Haha

23. How is life? Its alright. I am really tired today which always affects my mood negatively. And I just watched Infinity War last night so I’m depressed, y’all. (edit: can you tell I started this over a week ago LOL)

24. Baths or showers? Showers (you could not pay me to get into a bath! germs!)

25. What color socks are you wearing? none, its too warm out

26. Have you ever been famous? Once I met the guy who won Canadian Idol and my local grocery store put up a picture of us together in the store and had it up for years. Haha! 

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? I used to really want to be famous, but celebs get a horrible deal these days. They have no privacy and our world thinks they owe us everything and really they owe us nothing so I would never ever want to be famous. I like being able to look like crap daily and not have it in magazines.

28. What type of music do you like? I like a wide variety of music, the only music I don’t like, really, is misogynistic rap and country. I am a choral and accapella music nerd, I love it so much.

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? Yup.

30. How many pillows do you sleep with? Two.

31. What position do you usually sleep in? On my side with my top leg thrown over so I’m in a weird stomach/side position but its sooo comfy.

32. How big is your house? Its a good size! Big enough for us and then to host people that come to visit us and our yard is huge!

33. What do you typically have for breakfast? I suck at breakfast...toast or a granola bar.

34. Have you ever left the country? I have been to Germany, South Africa, Cuba, Costa Rica and the USA.

35. Have you ever tried archery? Many years ago at summer camp.

36. Do you like anyone? Well I’m married, so yes.

37. Favorite swear word? Shit. It is sooo satisfying to say.

38. When do you fall asleep? WAY too late every night. Between midnight and 2 am.

39. Do you have any scars? Yeah I have some from when I had the chickenpox as a kid and had no self control and scratched them off.

40. Sexual orientation? Straight.

41. Are you a good liar? I think I am a horrible liar, because I value authenticity so much and lying makes me anxious.

42. What languages would you like to learn? I would love to learn Spanish since its so beautiful. Really I just would love to not only speak English!

43. Top 10 songs? Oh my! What a question! Imma be safe and just say the top 10 songs I am listening to most often right now: Fall in Line by Christina Aguilera ft Demi Levato, Don’t Go Breaking My Heart by BSB, Lost in Japan by Shawn Mendes, Bittersweet Symphony cover by Boyce Avenue, Love You Long Time by Pentatonix, Dive by Ed Sheeran, Nancy Mulligan by Ed Sheeran, New Rules cover by Pentatonix, Casanova by Allie X, Gravity by Sara Bareilles.

44. Do you like your country? I do! I am mad at our leader rn, and appalled that Ontario elected a Donald Trump wannabe as a premier (like WHY HAVE YOU LEARNED NOTHING ONTARIO PERSONS UGH) but overall I love being Canadian.

45. Do you have friends from the web? Yes! Its the best!

46. What is your personality type? I am an ESFP, an extrovert with introvert tendancies, and I am an enneagram 4 (seriously, google it. That is me to a T).

47. Hogwarts House? Hufflepuff 4 LYFE

48. Can you curl your tongue? Yes.

49. Pick one fictional character you can relate to? I am Anne from Anne of Green Gables, just not as smart. Just as dramatic and short tempered, though.

50. Left or right handed? Right

51. Are you scared of spiders? I don’t like them or want them near me.

52. Favorite food? Chocolate. Chips and Dip. Dill pickles.

53. Favorite foreign food? I love Mexican food so much I can’t even pick one thing. Also naan bread is the BOMB especially when dipped into dal makhani. Uuuuuuugggghh I wanna eat that so bad rn.

54. Are you a clean or messy person? I am pretty clean, messiness makes me crazy.

55. If you could switch your gender for a day, what would you do? Pee standing up, see what its like to not have to deal with bathroom lines, street harassment, etc.

56. What color underwear? Grey.

57. How long does it take for you to get ready? 20 mins, but usually longer because I don’t like to be rushed so I take my time.

58. Do you have much of an ego? I don’t think so? I’m a walking pile of insecurities.

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? I used to bite them but I have TMJ and my jaw is a piece of garbage that cannot withstand biting anything hard without popping all out of place and pain. Fun times.

60. Do you talk to yourself? Yup.

61. Do you sing to yourself? CONSTANTLY.

62. Are you a good singer? I have a pretty decent voice.

63. Biggest Fears? Losing people I love, dying, clowns, bats, cockroaches

64. Are you a gossip? I like being in the know but I don’t like pettiness. That said I sometimes find I have to focus REALLY hard to bite my tongue.

65. Are you a grammar nazi? Absolutely.

66. Do you have long or short hair? Its too long! I need a haircut.

67. Can you name all 50 states of America? Maybe? I might forget a few. The real question is can any of my American friends name the Canadian provinces (the CAN equivalent of states? I DOUBT IT yet we learn the states in school. SMH)

68. Favorite school subject? English and French

69. Extrovert or Introvert? Intoverted extrovert

70. Have you ever been scuba diving? Nope and I don’t plan on it.

71. What makes you nervous? Rooms full of people that don’t like me, small spaces, driving in winter.

72. Are you scared of the dark? Less than I used to be, but I don’t like it.

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? I do daily but thats because I have a toddler and teaching/correction is important in some moments. But you also have to let them fail which is challenging to do.

74. Are you ticklish? Nope. Only my sister can tickle me and its so annoying when she does!

75. Have you ever started a rumor? Not that I can recall?

76. Have you ever been out of your home country? Yeah a few times

77. Have you ever drank underage? I don’t think so, I was 18 by the time I drank anything, I think.

78. Have you ever done drugs? No drugs scare the living crap out of me.

79. What do you fantasize about? Having more time to myself, living alone like a hermit and not having to work, having perfect hair every day, having another kid, living somewhere warm, saying snarky things to my MIL’s face.

80. How many piercings do you have? None.

81. Can you roll your R’s? Yes.

82. How fast can you type? Fast-ish if I’m on a roll but I don’t use the proper hand technique. I get by though.

83. How fast can you run? Run? Moi? HAHAHAHA

84. What color is your hair? Ash brown with a faded rainbow in the back.

85. What color are your eyes? Green.

86. What are you allergic to? Winter mold. Spring is the worst. And I can’t go barefoot on grass unless I want to have itchy swollen feet that I want to scratch off forever.

87. Do you keep a journal? I have one that I’m supposed to write a line a day in but I am the WORST at it. Once I get behind I get so unmotivated.

88. Are you depressed about anything? I feel like I’m sleep walking through my life sometimes, and depression takes away my ability to care enough to be motivated to do anything about it. I swear apathy is the worst side effect of depression for me! 

89. Do you like your age? It is honestly the best. I love being 30! I care less about the insecurities that consumed my life in my early 20s. I have more body confidence . I’m more secure financially than I’ve been at any point in my life. And I still feel youngish. Haha.

90. What makes you angry? White privilege, misogyny, Canadian and American politics, Christian people who don’t act loving and don’t seem bothered by it, when people don’t return their shopping carts in parking lots, when people can help others but don’t, cancer, narcissists.

91. Do you like your own name? I have always loved my name. I only know one other person with my name who spells it like me!

92. Did you ever get a foreign object up your nose? Odd question, no.

93. Do you want a boy or a girl for a child? I have a boy, and if I ever get the opportunity to have another kid I kinda hope its a girl. I’m really close with my mom so I always imagined having a daughter to hopefully be close with too. My son is a mini me in every way, though.

94. What talents do you have? I have a semi-photographic memory (so helpful for studying), I learn song lyrics super fast, I can sing any song for you in the correct key it was recorded in (what would you call that? pitch memorization?)

95. Sun or moon? I love sitting in a sunbeam like a cat. But the moon is super comforting to me. Both.

96. How did you get your name? My mom wanted me to have a different name in a sea of Ashley’s and Brittany’s (I was born in the late 80s).

97. Are you religious? My faith is very important to me and relates to all areas of my life, including my job, so yes? But I don’t feel like I need to be in your face about it, that’s not my style. 

98. Have you ever been to a therapist? Yes and honestly everyone on the planet could benefit from it! Its the best!

99. Color of your bedspread? White with blue and goldish flowers on it.

100. Color of your room? Light grey.

I feel like everyone already did this but all the same I’m going to tag @earlgreyteagirl, @reddie-to-mileven-it-up, @stevemossington, @maxmayfield and here’s some people who I know already did this but I want you to see my answers haha so here goes @hannahberrie @summer-in-hawkins @jane-el-hopper @she-who-the-river-could-not-hold @thezoomermax @puzzlingsnark @fatechica @mikeweezers

[smoaking-greenarrow]

Crisis on Earth-X: Crossover’s Top Five MVPS

Number Five

Number Four

Yep, I’m counting Olicity as one person, because they’re MARRIED so I CAN.

Felicity has always been a hero in her own way. But Crisis on Earth-X saw her willing to die for Kara Danvers twice. And the best part? She looked scared as hell while doing it. Her hero counterparts always look calm when a gun or shaking hand that can rip their hearts out are pointed at them. Felicity looked terrified, but she still did it. And that was okay. It was so okay. It doesn’t mean that she’s less of a hero than them because she gets scared. 

And how fantastic was it to see Felicity Smoak protecting Supergirl? To see her climbing through vents with Iris, making plans, kicking Nazi ass and taking down a spaceship? She was definitely an MVP of this crossover by herself and with the people she was working with, which was such a highlight because she kind of got pushed aside in last year’s crossover.

I cannot tell you how important Felicity Smoak and the special actress who plays her are. If you don’t get it by now, you probably never will. And that is your loss.

Anyway, Olicity. 

I want to count them both as number four on this list, both individually and as a couple, because their relationship, them together is what made the crossover better. But they also did just fine on their own. Even when they weren’t in the same scene, or even on the same earth, they were always thinking about each other. We got so much of them this crossover, more than even Barry and Iris. 

Oliver blew his cover because he couldn’t kill Earth-X Felicity. He didn’t know her, she wasn’t his Felicity, and it still wasn’t worth it to him. I don’t think that it was just that the girl was Felicity’s doppelganger, though. Oliver grows every season, and it is what makes Arrow so enjoyable. Watch the pilot again, I dare you. That guy doesn’t seem like the Oliver I’ve gotten used to on my screen lately at all.

I think Oliver’s empathy for Earth-X Felicity showed us his growth. He saved her because she’s innocent. Oliver’s moral compass may not be as righteous or perfect as Barry’s or Kara’s, but Arrow is a different show because of it. I don’t think that Barry and Oliver were every truly meant to be compared. They’re different kinds of heroes. Still, room full of evil Nazis be damned, Oliver couldn’t execute an innocent person just to keep his cover. He’d rather risk a shoot out.

I love that there was no evil Felicity. I can get on board with this idea. No matter what earth it is, every version you meet of Felicity Megan Smoak is going to be kind, brave, and selfless. I’m down for that. And it would have been even better if every version of Felicity somehow made Oliver into a better human being. But I’ll just block Nazis from my brain and go with that instead. 

I did have one problem with the scene though. Oliver’s “the strong protect the weak” line was bullshit. Earth-X Felicity was living and surviving in a literal concentration camp. She was risking her life to feed starving children. She was not weak. How dare you call someone like her weak???

Since I talked about Felicity on her own, Oliver Queen deserves a little celebration too.

For starters; the one, and only thing that this Nazi invasion did was show that Oliver is better than Kara and Barry in a way. Kara kind of got off the hook, her evil twin was dying anyway, so she didn’t have to deal with the “to kill or not to kill” superhero stuff. Oliver and Barry both had to face the decision, though.

But Barry let’s Thawne go? With a stupid, cheesy, “see ya next time, my evil nemesis!” LAME. I get it, Barry doesn’t kill. But Thawne should have been an exception. I’m sick of him. It’s not interesting anymore. It’s not fun to watch. The story is old. I would have been more surprised if he was really dead than I was that he lived. That’s when you know you’ve exhaused a character. Get some new material. He needs to die and he needs to stay dead. Also, IF YOU ALIGN WITH NAZIS, YOU ARE A NAZI. Barry Allen literally let a powerful, murderous Nazi walk away. And it pissed me right the hell off. So you know what, fuck Barry.

But you know who didn’t hesitate to kill the evil Nazi that shared his face? Oliver Queen. He had the shot and he took it. I didn’t take that as, “well Oliver’s the only one okay with killing.” or “he didn’t have to.” I took that as, “Oliver knows when to kill and when not to kill. And he made the right choice.” He doesn’t have the abilities that Barry and Kara do, so giving Nazi Oliver a chance to live would have been a risk that Oliver wasn’t willing to take. Barry took that risk with Thawne, and it was stupid as fuuuuuck. 

I love Oliver Queen, I really do. And I’m glad that the crossover didn’t overshadow him or the other “non-powers” players. They seemed like they were consciously writing the story to make sure that Oliver, Sara, and Alex weren’t just twiddling their thumbs or contributing to the plan, but they were also leaders.

But anyway, Crisis on Earth-X gave time to Olicity that it didn’t last year and sure as hell hasn’t in a while. Season six scenes have been great, but we still haven’t seen them talk. They had a lot of baggage, and we assume that they worked it out, but we need to see it! That’s how TV shows work! So Crisis on Earth-X took some time to do it. That meant Felicity getting the chance to tell Oliver, and us, what she’s afraid of.

But she sooo wants to marry you. Honey is just scared, okay!? Honestly, the only unbelievable thing about this to me was that Oliver couldn’t guess why she didn’t want to marry him. She yells at him that she doesn’t want to marry him, but then they talk. She assures him that it’s not about him, because she loves him and wants to be in a committed relationship with him. She just doesn’t want the title of husband and wife.

She wants everything about marriage, just without calling it marriage.  Oliver can be thick headed sometimes, but he’s not that dumb. Of course she’s afraid of something. 

Unlike what we’ve seen in the past (SEASON FOUR) Felicity gets a scene where she tells Iris why she doesn’t want to be legally married to Oliver. And everything she says is valid and fair. Slow clap it out for Felicity Smoak, sharing and talking through her feelings with someone she trusts. Once you do that, it’s only a matter of time until you either talk to your person about it or you resolve the issue inside of you and move forward. She did that, finally, and it was wonderful. 

Her explanation was something that I honestly hadn’t considered, which made it powerful and sweet. Felicity was shot and paralyzed on her engagement night. Then they broke up. The night they got engaged, as beautiful as it was, was extremely traumatizing for her. She associates the end of their relationship with the beginning of their lives as a married couple, because that night was when the train went off the rails and they couldn’t get it back. 

She loves him so much, and she still wants the relationship with him, it’s just the public marriage and ring on her finger that scream bad signs to her. I loved being able to see this side of Felicity. I’m glad that they gave her the screen time to explain it. 

And I’m so happy that we got to see this scene. Oliver Queen is moping. He just wants to marry his honey and give her kisses for the rest of his life but she’s scared and she’s not ready to tell him that yet and it’s hurting his feelings. Both of their responses and feelings were honest and understandable. They were kind to each other. They expressed themselves. Oliver was upset, but Felicity still made sure that he knew how much she loved him. And Oliver respected her choice and didn’t push it, even though he clearly still wasn’t satisfied with her answer. This is the kind of fighting I want to see.

What I really loved about this though was that not only was it a fair fight, where they both had valid things to say, but we knew that they would resolve it. This fight had a clear beginning, middle, and end. The writers were not just throwing shit at us and seeing if Olicity would survive it. Which, isn’t that literally what they told us season four was going to be?

The Olicity arc in Crisis on Earth-X was well-paced, fair, and entertaining. What more could you ask for?

Okay yeah, Oliver kissing Felicity while in the Green Arrow suit was fantastic. I didn’t ask for that but fanfic dreams do come true.

Oh, a wedding?

WELL YOU GOT IT.

Congratulations, Olicity!

[thatgirlintheaudience]

So last week I saw Waitress on tour! (Yes, they are using the Betsy Wolfe Playbill.) 

I just want to say, Desi Oakley is perfection in this role. After seeing Jessie Mueller, I had lots of doubts about different Jennas, but Desi is an angel. And you can tell in the interviews that she just adores this role. She was great!

If anyone’s interested in the pie flavors, they were apple pie and salted chocolate caramel. ;)

God, I love “What’s Inside.” There is such a strong back beat in that song I never realized. Like, wow, and the lyrics..(get ready for me to praise Sara Bareilles ten million times.) 

“Opening Up” is so fun and energetic. Love. 

“The Negative.” LOVE IT. I really love the conversation happening between Jenna, Dawn, and Becky. It really shows their friendship and their characters.  

When Earl comes to the diner, and asks Jenna for her money, Jenna gives Earl the money, and looks over at Joe, shielding her body so he won’t see. I thought that was interesting.

WOW WOW WOW WOW “WHAT BAKING CAN DO”. I know “She Used to be Mine” is like the hit of the show and don’t get me wrong it is an amazing song, but WBCD  gets so overlooked. It is amazing and Desi sings it, well, amazingly. The way she sings, “I’ll show them all how goddamn happy I am!” “Am’ is the key word here. She does it so different from Jessie and I love it!!! Here’s a video of her singing it; the part I’m talking about happens around 2:55. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zbLvs94SeSo). And just such a powerful song, especially with Jenna’s mom and dad fighting in the back. 

I love “Pomatter Pie” and if you haven’t had the Mermaid Marshmallow pie, you must make it. It’s “biblically good.” 

“When He Sees Me” is an adorable, relatable song and I love it. But what is it with Sara Bareilles and doors? Let’s examine: 

“I’ll bake me a door to help me get through” and “Every door we ever made, we never once walked out” are lyrics in “What Baking Can Do” and the lyrics in “When He Sees Me” are: “What if he opens up a door and I can’t close it?” I’m just saying... I love it though. 

When Dawn is going on her fist date with Ogie, Jenna and Becky give her a “makeover” and Jenna bakes her a pie. Dawn says, “Jenna, you are the queen of goodness and kindness.” That made me feel emotions. 

“It Only Takes a Taste” or AKA “What is DR.POMATTER’S BACKSTORY???”

Ugh, “You Will Still Be Mine.” I get it, Earl’s the bad guy, but every actor that plays him is just so good. I loved Nick Cordero and I thought Nick Bailey was great as well. Also, the minute Earl made his entrance, the crowd was dead silent. I remember on Broadway, when Earl found the money Jenna was hiding, the crowd was like shook. Just dead silent. And I mean, I think it’s amazing when an actor can demand that reaction through his/her character. 

“A Soft Place to Land.” Um, yeah, magical song. AND JUST BEAUTIFUL LYRICS. “Dreams are elusive, the kind we’ve gotten used to.”

“Bad Idea”  was sooo good. Yet again, those lyrics. “It’s the only thing I’ve ever done, what if I never see myself ever be anything more than what I’ve already become?”

ACT 2 

CHARITY ANGEL DAWSON. VOCALS. I am so happy for her. I saw her as Nurse Norma in New York and am so happy she is now playing Becky! But anyway, she killed “I Didn’t Plan It.” 

In one scene, Jenna goes to see Dr. Pomatter and Nurse Norma tells her that he went to a funeral back home with his wife. Jenna brought a pie, and Nurse Norma goes, “What’s the pie called?’’ and Jenna said in the saddest voice, “The pursuit of happiness pie.” I think my hear cracked a little. Like, she just thought she was finally gonna be genuinely happy with Dr. Pomatter and then to find out he’s with his wife over seeing you at your doctor’s appointment. Gut wrenching. 

Before, “You Matter to Me” Jenna asks Dr.Pomatter if he’s happy and he says, “I’m not used to happy, but you, you make me feel at peace, calm.” God, I loved that. Okay, “YOU MATTER TO ME.” DO I EVEN CONTINUE? Okay, I’ll say it again, the lyric, “I could find the whole meaning of life in those sad eyes” should win all the Grammys and Tonys in the world! I mean, it’s just such a special song and moment. Ugh!!!

“Dear Baby” so sad, so emotional. Goddamn. 

“She Used to be Mine” shivers on my face, emotions all over. You know how it goes. 

“Contraction Ballet” and Lulu’s Birth was so well done. Jenna stands on the bed and her mom comes and blows the flour and everything is just going fast. It’s so cool. Shout out to Diane Paulus!

Before Lulu’s birth, Jenna has a conversation with Cal (he was so funny, by the way!) about happiness. And Cal says he’s “happy enough.” And when Jenna has Lulu, she says “We’re not gonna be happy enough, little girl, we’re gonna be really happy.” It kind of made me cry. 

And then the last pie, Jenna gives Dr. P is Thanks for Taking Me to the Moon pie, and he says in the saddest voice ever “Another lifetime...” God, it was really sad. 

Also there was a few boos for Earl at curtain call, so just a reminder not to boo actors. :)

Anyway, this show is so amazing, and is really important in these times. Try to see it either on tour or in NYC! 

Sugar, butter, flour. 

[salmonthestoryteller]

In Over Their Heads

A Yuri on Ice Fanfic

Written for @seungchuchuweek

Sara laughed at him for three minutes straight. And, yes, he did time it. She tried to say something twice, and both times collapsed back into laughter.

“Honestly, I can’t take it. My sides hurt.” She finally gasped out.

“It isn’t funny.”

“Seung Gil, it is sooo funny, you don’t even know.”

“It’s your fault.”

“I said “or you could be a coward and say you are with someone.” The first half of my advice was “Tell her you aren’t interested.” So clearly it’s yours.“

"I tried your first advice. She insisted she could change whatever I didn’t like, including getting plastic surgery.” Seung Gil scowled. Sara was skating that night, so dumping his problems on her probably wasn’t fair. Seeing as she seemed so amused, though, he didn’t feel the least bit guilty.

Sara wrinkled her nose. “Well, that does sound a bit creepy. So you told her you were engaged, though? I mean, couldn’t you have just said dating?”

“I said I was with someone and she demanded to know if we were serious. Any hint otherwise seemed likely to make the whole confrontation pointless.”

“Okay, so she posts her heartbreak online where, of course, it goes viral.”

“My coach called me at 4 am, Sara. 4 am. She didn’t even wait til practice.”

“Yikes…” Sara grimaced. “Okay, so now it’s all over the web, and the reporters are starting to drop hints because they want to break the story. Except there is no story.”

“Exactly.”

“So what are you going to do?”

Seung Gil reminded himself that Sara was one of his only friends, annoying though she could be, and that yelling at her would likely lead to a confrontation with her brother, who was also annoying, and her ignoring him for three days. Seeing as he needed her help before he had to face the reporters at his short program tomorrow, he couldn’t afford the three days.

“That’s why I need your advice. I don’t know anything about this sort of thing. What can I do?”

Sara blinked. “Well, unless you get yourself engaged, there isn’t much you can do besides come clean, right?”

“But then I would have suffered all this mayhem for what purpose? I’m going to become a hermit.”

“You pretty much already are.”

“And this is why. People are annoying.”

“Hm… I could be your fiance.”

Seung Gil stared at her in complete confusion. “I’m sorry, repeat that?”

“It would be kind of funny to see Mickey’s face. Of course, I’d have to tell him it wasn’t real before he got too serious about it.”

“Sara, I don’t even understand what you are talking about.”

“A fake engagement.”

“Fake engagement?”

“Yah, it would be like a publicity stunt. Then you could break it off later. Say you had irreconcilable differences or something. Since I already know the whole story, I’ll volunteer. It would make it more believable if it was someone they’ve seen you interact with-”

“Sara, oh!” Phichit rounded the corner, freezing when he saw them together. “Sorry. I didn’t know you were busy.”

“It’s okay.” Sara waved off his concern. “Did you need something?”

“I was going to ask for a selfie before your short program. Hello, Seung Gil.”

“Hello.” Seung Gil gave a nod.

“I saw something about you getting engaged. I didn’t even know you were dating, but, well, congratulations?” Phichit’s smile seemed forced.

“Erk. Um..” Seung Gil hesitated.

Sara glanced between them at the awkward interaction. At the subdued congratulations followed by Seung Gil’s freeze, her eyes lit up and a grin broke out across her features. “Eureka!” The two turned to her in confusion. “Phichit, Seung Gil isn’t engaged.”

“Huh?” Phichit immediately looked confused.

“Sara!” Seung Gil hissed.

“Seung Gil, Phichit is the answer to all your problems.”

“What are all the problems?” Phichit was more confused than ever.

“That is a bad idea.” Seung Gil broke in.

“It’s a terrific idea.” Sara overrode him. “Hey, Phichit, how would you like to get a ton of new followers for your sns?”

Even as a look of interest crossed Phichit’s face, Seung Gil buried his face in his hands. This was going to be a disaster.

“How could you do this to me?” Seung Gil asked​ Sara that night. They were gathering in her hotel room to plot things out, and Phichit had yet to arrive.

“Come clean or phony fiance. Which do you prefer?” She countered.

“I thought you were going to be my fake intended.”

“This is better.”

“No, it’s not. You know I find Phichit… personally and aesthetically attractive.”

“Exactly. This is a great opportunity for you to sweep him off his feet.”

“This isn’t a drama. Things like that don’t really occur in real life.” Seung Gil lectured.

“Have you honestly ever known anyone who tried?”

“No. Because who is crazy enough to agree to a phony engagement?”

“Phichit Chulanont, apparently.” There was a knock on the door. “That’s him, let’s get to work plotting your fake romance.”

Seung Gil decided then and there that he was never asking the Italian woman for love advice ever again, even if his life depended on it.

It was one selfie of the two of them eating breakfast together hashtagged various things like goodmorning, healthybreakfast, and finally withmyfiance. He had asked if it would really become well known by the evening from one post. Phichit had laughed at the question and told him not to underestimate the power of social media.

Seung Gil decided specifically he should never doubt the power of Phichit’s social medias skills. They had only just finished the meal when his coach called. Even though he stepped a few feet away to take the call, she was screeching at a level he was certain carried to everyone nearby. He was quite positive he had never heard her make noises like this before. He also hadn’t reassured her the viral post about him getting engaged was a misinterpretation two days before posing in a picture with his supposed fiance before either.

Phichit seemed to be faring no better, with calls from both Celestino and Satsuki. He was pretty sure Satsuki was weeping, too. He hoped it was her and not Celestino, anyway. Maybe not letting their coaches in on the secret might have been a bad idea. Sara had said the more who knew, the more likely the truth might come out, and it had been a convincing argument.

“Victor wants us to celebrate our engagement with everyone after the free skate.” Phichit told him when they both finished the awkward phone calls. “Also, my sister says we can’t be engaged because you haven’t paid a sinsod. Wait, why am I the bride?” He frowned at the phone screen.

“You are prettier.” Seung Gil told him. It wasn’t until he looked over and saw Phichit was staring at him with wide eyes that he realized exactly what he had said. He cleared his throat, a blush burning his cheeks. “Aesthetically speaking.”

A blush burned Phichit’s cheeks too. “That’s a matter of opinion. Besides, you have longer hair, so you’re the bride ” He offered with a grin.

Seung Gil laughed at the ridiculous excuse. “So tell her you paid… what did you call it?”

“Sinsod.”

“Tell her you paid for me.”

“I am!” Phichit was typing away.

Seung Gil shook his head in amusement, and went to settle the breakfast bill. When he came back, Phichit was still typing on his phone. “We should probably get going before the reporters get here.”

“I would have paid my part of the bill.” Phichit told him.

“I asked you to meet me for breakfast to start this whole thing into motion. So it’s right that I pay.”

“Well, if I invite you out next, then I’m paying.”

“I won’t object.”

Phichit’s phone went off as they exited the restaurant, and he pulled it out again. “That’s so rude!” He suddenly complained.

“What?” Seung Gil asked, slightly concerned by the outburst.

“My sister says I couldn’t afford you, so it must be the other way around!”

Seung Gil couldn’t help but start laughing.

Their engagement had gone viral by the time they arrived for practice. Skaters who he wasn’t even aware knew his account had posted congratulations to them on both their pages. It still didn’t prepare him for being surrounded the moment they entered the rink to practice.

“It’s so exciting!” Guanghong was first to leap forward to hug Phichit, and then - to his surprise - him, too. “I couldn’t believe it when I saw your post!”

“Well, we weren’t planning the announcement yet, but word got leaked.” Phichit excused.

“Ah, young love. It’s such a beautiful thing.” Georgi wiped tears from his eyes.

“You didn’t post pics from any dates. I didn’t know you could be so sly.” Yuuri accused, clasping Phichit’s shoulder.

“Well, I don’t post everything.” Phichit laughed nervously.

“Yes, you do. You must have been keeping it quiet for a reason.”

“It was out of respect for me.” Seung Gil put in. “I am a bit more reserved a person.”

“One cannot always trust what one sees on social media, after all.” Chris broke in, his gaze piercing as he watched them. “Though you do make a charming couple.”

“Thank-you.” Phichit took Seung Gil’s arm pointedly. “We really should all get back to practice, though.”

“What, don’t we even get an engagement kiss?” Victor teased.

“Victor!” Yuuri elbowed him in the side.

“What a lovely idea! How about a kiss?” Chris seconded.

“If you do, I’m posting!” Guanghong whipped out his phone.

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Victor and Chris started to chant, nudging at the other skaters to join in.

“How’s this?” Phichit leaned up to press his lips to his cheek. Seung Gil felt his heart race from the simple act and dared a glance at him. As unflappable as he usually was, even Phichit seemed flustered by the attention.

“You call that a kiss?” Mila had shown up somewhere along the line, dragging Sara with her.

“Boo!” Victor complained.

“I thought it was sweet.” Guanghong protested.

“That’s cuz you’re a baby.” Mila told him.

“I’m one year younger than you!”

“We want a real kiss!” Victor spoke up.

“Now, now-” Sara began.

Hoping to end the whole mess, Seung Gil leaned down to capture Phichit’s lips with his own. He’d meant it to be a brief kiss, but the moment their lips met, Phichit’s parted in a small gasp of surprise, and his good sense flew out the window. It wasn’t until it was over, Phichit’s mouth chasing his to brush one last time that he became aware of the group around them again.

Mostly they were cheering, though Mila and Victor were both whistling. Yuuri and Guanghong were both blushing, though he noticed the latter still had his phone camera trained on them.

“Now that was true love’s kiss.” Chris patted his shoulder and threw him a wink as he headed back to the ice.

Georgi was wiping his eyes again, but Mila pulled him away. “We all want wedding invites!” Was her parting shot.

“I am posting that!” Guanghong insisted, slipping away as if afraid someone might stop him.

“Yes, well, practice.” Phichit stepped away from him with a bit of a dazed look on his face.

Seung Gil was feeling a bit dazed himself, and not at all like practicing. Not skating anyhow. He tried to shake the thoughts from his head, when Yuuri spoke up, knocking Phichit’s arm with his hand in a friendly gesture. “Hey, wake up. I know kissing Seung Gil is your dream come true, but you do have a competition to compete in.

Phichit’s face went from dazed to horrified in a matter of seconds, and Seung Gil’s world tilted on its axis.

Both their short programs were terrible. Too distracted for either technical prowess or good artistry. He was hoping to talk to Phichit about what Yuuri had said, but he disappeared quickly. Even though he was tempted to call off the fake engagement that seemed to be wrecking their chance at the podium right about now, Seung Gil forced himself to answer the reporters questions with polite acknowledgement. Yes, the rumors were true. Yes, he was engaged to Phichit Chulanont. No, they hadn’t set a date yet. No, they hadn’t decided on the type of wedding either.

That evening found him outside Phichit’s hotel room door, wanting to knock but terrified to at the same time.

"That was a short honeymoon.”

Seung Gil turned to find Chris watching him knowingly. “It’s complicated.” He told him.

“One thing about life you should learn, Seung Gil. Half the time the ones making it complicated is our own selves.” With that he knocked twice on the door. “Phi-chit! Your lover boy is out here pacing!”

“Christophe!” Seung Gil protested, but the door was already flying open.

“Seung Gil?” Phichit stared at him in shock.

“There now, you see? Easy.” Chris gave Seung Gil a small shove and he stumbled forward, barely catching himself before he ran into Phichit.

They had ended up standing extremely close, and they stared awkwardly at each other for a long moment. “Good evening?” He tried.

“Same?” Phichit responded.

“Talk it out now. It would be a shame to waste such a lovely kiss!” Chris waved at them and continued walking.

“Can… I come in?” Seung Gil asked.

“Okay.” Phichit stepped aside to let him pass. Once he closed the door, they stood across from each other. “Do you want a water or a tea?”

“No, but thank-you for asking.”

“You’re welcome.”

This was not easy at all. Christophe’s advice was proving lousy, too. People were annoying and useless, he amended his usual rant inside his head.

“So… you’re probably wondering about what Yuuri said.”

“I was, yes, but…”

“The thing is…”

“I like you. I have for awhile.”

“That is the gist of it, yes… Wait. Come again?” Phichit looked up at him.

“So, Sara knew that. And when this whole rumor about the engagement happened she asked you on purpose. She said it would be the perfect chance to sweep you off your feet, but I’m not good at this sort of thing. When Yuuri said what he said I hoped… But you left so fast and- ”

He was silenced by Phichit’s lips covering his own. Just like before, his good sense seemed to decide it was the perfect opportunity for a vacation. His arms wrapped around the other to pull him closer, his lips nuzzled and nipped back at the pair covering his own. They parted reluctantly, each taking in shuddering breaths.

“So, does this mean we’re dating?” Phichit asked him.

“We’re sort of engaged still.”

“That’s true. Wait, that means we got engaged, then went on a breakfast date, then kissed, and now confessed.”

“…That’s pretty much backwards.” Seung Gil pointed out.

“Pretty much, yah.” Phichit was smiling, though. “You sure you won’t stay for some tea?”

“Maybe one cup.”

“Have a seat.” Phichit went to start water in the hotel room’s small coffee maker.

Not wanting to make things odd by sitting on his bed, he chose one of the chairs by the window. He heard Phichit’s phone go off, but he was growing pretty used to that being a constant so he ignored it. Until he heard Phichit drop one of the mugs. “Are you okay?”

“Seung Gil, how would your grandmother get my mother’s number?”

Seung Gil’s eyes widened. “Please tell me your joking.”

“My brother says she called to set up a meeting between our families?” He clicked into another message.

Seung Gil pulled out his own phone with a distinct feeling of dread. “I missed a call from my father��”

“My mother just sent me a list of auspicious days for weddings. Apparently she got your birthdate and time from your grandmother.”

“Father says he does feel we should have made more of an effort to have a proper family meeting before the media got ahold of things, but he understands how hard that is due to our positions in the public eye and… Phichit, when did our fathers have dinner together earlier in the year?”

“Seung Gil, these wedding dates are March and April. Why are they so soon?”

“Oh, that’s actually considered fairly long for an engagement. Probably because grandmother anticipated us participating at Worlds.”

“Long? That isn’t even six months!”

“Three months is more typical…” Seung gil rubbed the back if his neck.

“How do you plan a wedding that fast?”

“It’s a pretty big industry back home.”

“My sister says that if we’re having a Korean style shotgun wedding (where does she learn these terms?), then she’s definitely making us have a khan maak procession and - no, you are not making him pay that much for the gates!”

“Grandmother took the phone from father. She’s been looking at your sns account. She’s so happy I found such a lively, outgoing spouse…”

“Seung Gil?” Phichit looked up from his phone.

“Yes?” Seung Gil glanced over at him, still listening to the lengthy voicemail left by his family.

“I think we’re in over our heads.”

“Maybe I should call Sara.”

Fini

I had way too much fun with this. I was so sure I would finish yesterday and then the ideas kept coming. Also, I invented them families. Sorry not sorry

[jellyfishfics]

ok so I promised viktuuri baby headcanons and I’m here to deliver

this is pretty much a thread on twitter, but I’ll consolidate it here for convenience:

I hope Viktor and Yuuri become really embarrassing co-coach dads to their adopted daughter one day.

They'd probably name her Lyuba, because she's the embodiment of their life and LOVE. Plus Lyuba Katsuki sounds really cute.

Viktor is a fan of L words after all, so I'm like 99.9% sure he'd give his kid a name beginning with L.

Nicknames: Lyubochka, Lyubov (thanks @3ubra).

I feel like she'd somehow have Viktor's exact personality and heart-shaped smile despite being completely adopted.

Physically, she looks like Yuuri's mom (which is part of the reason why they adopted her).

((but her hair ends up wavy as she gets older, she has multiple beauty marks scattered on her face, and a tooth gap. She’s an absolute charmer))

Anyway she's a horrible, spoiled heathen that makes Yuuri go prematurely gray because he is definitely the overprotective hover dad.

Meanwhile, Viktor is the free spirit papa that interprets her brattiness and tantrums as "self expression" and spoils her ten ways to Sunday.

((they both spoil her though, let’s be real. Yuuri just tries to be subtle about it))

(((he isn’t)))

Obviously when she's a kid, she clings to Viktor and favors him while saying awful things like "I don't like daddy, he's sooo boring."

Yuuri's heart breaks a lot but Viktor is there to pick up the pieces and Lyuba has him wrapped around her finger so he doesn't mind being walked all over... :,)

((tbh the only reason she's so callous is because kids are kinda cruel until they learn other people have feelings too))

Because she's a lot like Viktor, she also picks up on Yuuri's moods really easily (which is why she's so good at manipulating him into getting what she wants)

But my point is, when Yuuri has bad days and Viktor isn't there and even Makkachin can't help, Lyuba kinda just crawls into his lap and cheers him up...

She'll push a picture she drew of their whole family into Yuuri's face or yank at his face and ears until Yuuri gets out of his head and looks at her, and she just grins this huge ol’ smile that reminds Yuuri of Viktor so bad his heart melts and he can't help but return it...

Then when Lyuba knows Yuuri is giving her his undivided attention, she babbles stories to take his mind off the bad thoughts....... :,,,,)

Later when Viktor comes home, he finds Yuuri asleep on the couch with Lyuba sprawled on his chest and Makkachin curled over Yuuri's feet.

(Also Lyuba definitely has a Swar*vski crystal tiara tangled in her hair because you know she would)

This is Viktor's phone lock screen if this wasn't already obvious.

Lyuba goes on to skate and be a world champion and makes her dads proud, both as coaches and as parents

(Yuri is probably her ballet instructor)

Speaking of Yuri, he babysits occasionally when he's not busy and is a terrible terrible influence, teaches her how to prank her fathers and push the other kids into the sand lol.

Yuri is the favorite uncle. Yuuri thinks it's cute up until he realizes how bad of an influence Yuri is.

Viktor is like “but Yuuri they're getting along so well!” And Yuuri is like “This is not the kind of getting along I wanted!!”

Yuuri has a three page list in small font of recommended activities for them to do while he and Viktor go out. Yuri chucks it in the trash.

Mila babysits too, and she’s the only one Yuuri knows he can actually trust with his child (hell if he could raise Lyuba with Mila, he would).

Georgi tried to babysit once, but Lyuba bullied him about his hair so much, the he cancelled early an went home crying.

Yakov and Lilia are the only two “babysitters” that are stern with her, and Lyuba actually behaves herself around them.

Yakov is also convinced that Lyuba is Viktor’s secret love child because she is far too much like him to be just adopted.

He tells all his conspiracy theories to Lilia, who finds holes in all of them.

Yuuri’s parents adore her to pieces: they insist they bring her to Japan for the coming of age ceremonies, and dress her up for every holiday.

Mari looks after her if everyone else is busy, and Lyuba really likes her aunt Mari’s piercings.

Minako wants to immediately raise her into the next skating prodigy, which Yuuri protests.

Chris and Phichit mail her extravagant gifts all the time.

In general, Lyuba grows up pretty well known in the entire worldwide skating community as the child of two of the greatest male figure skaters in history.

Of course when she's older, Lyuba's affection is a lot more even, she loves both her fathers equally and if she approaches one individually, it’s just because he handles the problem better than the other one would.

She's actually really embarrassed by how bratty she was as a kid. Yuuri and/or Viktor often recount stories while she screeches at them to stop.

Even Yuri tries to embarrass her sometimes. "You may be a world gold medal champion, but I changed your diapers."

 Yuri, tossing back a flask: "I let you vomit on me so your dads could go on a date and get some action at a hotel, as if they were still in their honeymoon period."

Lyuba, covering her face: "Oh my god please stop."

She apologizes to Yuuri for being such a jerk as a kid and Yuuri is like, “I married your papa, I signed up for this.”

MEANWHILE, VIKTOR,

Viktor: oh Lyubochka don't worry, your daddy likes being bullied and bossed around ;)

Lyuba: I want to die immediately

Yuuri: *already ascending*

He'd be the horrible parent that drops hints about his sex like with his husband now that their kid is an adult 

Though let’s be real; why wait until she's an adult? Viktor is shameless and Yuuri is constantly covering their Lyuba’s ears.

"VIKTOR SHUSH, LYUBA IS RIGHT THERE!!!!" 

"Yuuri, our daughter is one and a half, she has the memory of an earth worm. We can have sex while she naps as long as we don’t wake her up.”

Poor Yuuri, between Viktor being himself and their daughter's rebellious years he has so many gray hairs.

Yuri comes over like "oh my god I thought Asian people aged well."

What Yuuri wants to say: "I'm kinda trying to raise the literal spawn of Satan, with the Devil himself"

What he does say: "not when they're married to Viktor Nikiforov they don't!!"

Viktor just kind of shrugs and tries to look innocent while cradling Lyuba.

It was in that moment that Yuri decided he would never ever get married.

He tells this to Mila, who's engaged to Sara, at practice the next day and she laughs in his face and says "give it time."

Anyway, that’s all I have so far, I’m probably going to eventually write a mini series about Viktor and Yuuri retiring and then adopting/raising Lyuba.

[bellabooks]

Imagine If They Had Just Made Them Gay: SuperHero Edition

Out of all the numerous movie categories out there, the superhero genre has always struck me as insanely queer. Maybe it’s all the tight, spandex outfits. Or the overly common “outsider / sociality reject” theme that can be found in almost every superhero movie known to man. But, regardless of the reason, most superhero movies tend to be one good, sweaty grappling fight scene away from being dubbed an LGBTQ+ instant classic. So then why aren’t there more queer superhero movies? Simple. Superheroes, by our antiquated societal definition, are supposed to be the epitome of hyper masculinity. They are super muscular, insanely good looking, and always manage to not only save the day, but also win over the affection of the damsel in distress while doing so. And of course, this naturally means, they can’t be associated to anything that remotely goes against those stereotype. Like being female. Or queer… Or, god forbid, being a queer female. Yes, there have been some great strides made over the past few years to fix this general disparity and we are finally starting to see more of an overall variety when it comes to types of superheroes on the big screen *cough* Wonder Woman *cough*, but there’s still a long, long way to go. So, while I sit and wait for Hollywood to finally make my dreams come true and produce a honest to god queer female superhero movie, I pass the time by playing a few rounds of “Imagine If they Had Just Made Them Gay” with some of my all-time favorite superhero movies.   Power Rangers (2017) Now, I know what you’re thinking… Power Rangers? Seriously? Out of all of the one to choose from in the vast lexicon of superhero movies, why Power Rangers? Isn’t it just a cheesy, big-screen version of the painfully bad 90’s kids TV show? Well, three reasons. One, the Power Rangers Movie is actually good… like surprisingly good, in an modern day Breakfast Club, extra angsty sorta way. Don’t believe me? Go on and watch it for yourself. Don’t worry. I can wait… Done watching? Good. Now, let’s continue. Secondly, the Power Rangers is one of the rare examples of an ensemble superhero movie that features more than one female lead. Crazy, right?  But, sadly, it’s the truth. The Avengers? Black Widow. Fantastic Four? Sue Storm. The Justice League? Wonder Woman. You get the point. And lastly, it’s the first superhero movie to feature a queer character. Granted, I use the word “queer” loosely because this is only hinted at in one scene where Trini (aka the Yellow Ranger) gives an indirect “coming out” speech after being asked if her problems were “girl problems.” But, at the same time, though, given her steady wardrobe of flannels and beanies, and faux shaved side of the head hairstyle, little to no verbal confirmation is actually needed. Trini, in short, is one rainbow flag away from a one woman pride parade. So, given all of the above, plus the overwhelming amount of Trini / Kimberly (aka the Pink Ranger) “getting to know you” deleted scenes, why on earth didn’t they just take it one step further and make it a full-fledged queer falling in love story? Absolute head scratcher, right? Well, I still hold out hope for there being one in the next movie (that’s if Lionsgate comes to their senses and finally green lights a sequel), but in the meantime, imagine if Power Rangers went a little something like this… Kimberly Hart. Once head cheerleader and ex-teen royalty of Angel Grove High, falls from grace after leaking a nude pic of her ex-best friend to her then boyfriend. (side note: still have sooo many questions as to why she had this pic to begin with. Is this a straight girl thing? Cause, if not, it so screams gay in a “I have memorized every Tegan and Sara song known to man” sorta way.) After giving herself an impromptu bob in the high school bathroom during Saturday detention, Kimberly happens to stumble upon four other high school social rejects late one night at the local quarry and they proceed to make a life changing discovery in the way of five oddly colored, intergalactic gems. Quickly coming to the realization that they suddenly now all possess superpowers thanks to the mysteriously gems, the group returns to the quarry the next day in an attempt to figure out what the hell is going on. And it’s at that very moment, that Kimberly’s whole life changes… Cue Trini. Angel Grove’s very own death metal loving, yoga practicing, resident pocket-sized queer. She’s feisty, sarcastic, and knows just how to impress a girl with her climbing up the side of a rock face and then leaping over an enormous cavern skills. Unable to hide her gay, Kimberly stumbles her way through a painfully awkward conversation where she tries to turn on the charm and convince Trini to come with them. And when that doesn’t work, she decides to just bite the bullet make a move (literally) but grabbing hold of Trini, throwing them right over the side of a cliff. And so begins the all too familiar “is it or isn’t it a date” montage. It’s all fun and games, until a gold obsessed villain named Rita shows up and decides to pay a late night visit to Trini. Rita proceeds to rough Trini up as a warning to the rest of the rangers and in the process fully ticks off Kimberly. Out for blood, Kimberly convinces the rest of the rangers to go after Rita. But, like most novice superheroes, the are beyond ill prepared and not only do they get their asses handed to them but the run also results in Billy ( aka the Blue Ranger) getting temporarily killed. After a quick regroup back at the ship for a prep talk and a minor supernatural resurrection, the rangers go after Rita once again, this time sporting brand spanking new suits and prehistoric themed vehicles. An epic battle ensues and in a sudden life and death moment, the light bulb finally clicks for both Trini and Kimberly. They want to be together… No, scratch that. They NEED to be together. And right now. With the burst of extra motivation, Kimberly and Trini lead the charge and help the boys send Rita on a one way trip to deep space and then sneak off to celebrate with one another… again… and again… and again…   Hancock (2008) Again, I know what you’re thinking… Power Rangers is one thing, but Hancock?  Not only is it a mediocre movie at best, it’s not even based off of a pre-existing comic franchise. I whole-heartily agree that Hancock has its fair share of problems. For starters, the main one being the casting of Will Smith as Hancock himself. Now, don’t get me wrong. I love Will Smith. There are roles that are just good fits for him and then there are the other ones–the ones like Hancock. And then there’s Jason Bateman. Jason Bateman always plays one type of character and one type of character only… Michael Bluth. And Michael Bluth should never ever exist within a superhero movie. But, looking beyond its problems, Hancock does have something going for it that most superhero movies, more often than not, tend to severely lack–an original and unique story. Hancock’s plot at its core is an unrequited love story. Two superheroes, who are destined to find one another time and time again regardless of the situation, yet the mere presence of one another is so toxic that being together will eventually lead to their deaths. Sound vaguely familiar? Like something you might’ve seen in real life once or twice? That’s because this plot could also double as a description for roughly 65% of all queer relationships. Who hasn’t had a friend (or ten) break up with the same girl time and time again only to get back together with her a few months later because “they can’t help themselves”? So, given that it’s plot is insanely queer to begin with, imagine if Hancock went something like this… (Sidenote: My photoshop skills are good, but not THAT good. So, every time you see Will Smith, just imagine an amazing actress instead… Like Samira Wiley) Hancock, a rough around the edges queer superhero, is known for two things. Protecting the citizens of greater Los Angeles from a wide array of criminal activity and creating an insane amount of collateral damage while doing so. In short, Hancock has a MAJOR perception problem. But does she care? Chalk it up to years of being dubbed an “outsider” or a superhuman sized chip on her shoulder, but Hancock just doesn’t seem to care what anyone thinks about her. She’s a superhero and that means show up, kick some ass, and save the day. End of story. There’s just no need for anything (or anyone) else. But, then one day, Hancock’s world is turned upside down when she happens to save the life of a lovable but super generic PR specialist named Ray. Beyond grateful, Ray makes it his personal mission, not only to befriend Hancock, but also to help her turn her public image around. New clothes. New attitude. And of course, new social circles. Hancock begrudging goes along with it all, including agreeing to attend a family dinner, where she happens to discover that Ray’s wife Mary looks oddly familiar. And suddenly… BAM! Hancock finds herself inexplicably drawn to Mary. She simply can’t get enough of the woman and needs to be around her 24/7. Mary, though, wants nothing to do with Hancock. She’s not only strangely standoffish, but seems to make up an excuse to leave the room whenever Hancock appears. Dying to win Mary over, Hancock attempts to learn more about her and in the process discovers that Mary, in fact, is a superhero as well. But before Hancock can confront Mary on this unique shared similarity, Mary falls deathly ill and is hospitalized. No one seems to know what the problem is and to make matters worse, Hancock is affected as well, but only when she’s in proximity to Mary. Hancock is pushed to the brink of insanity while trying to unearth what is causing Mary’s illness. Unable to handle her feelings, she goes on a crime-fighting bender and after being hit on the head by a flying piece of debris, suddenly remembers who exactly Mary is. Mary is Hancock’s eternal soulmate and, in a cruel twist of fate, also her ultimate kryptonite. Lifetime after lifetime, they are destined to find one another, only to inadvertently poison each other to death by their mere presence. Not wanting to put Mary through anymore unnecessary pain and suffering, Hancock decides that the only sane and logical thing to do is for her to disappear forever and live out the rest of her life in utter isolation. She goes to see Mary one last time to say her goodbyes, but for she can carry out her plan, Mary stops her. Thanks to modern technology, there’s a way they can be together and yet be apart at all at the same time… So, what do you think?  What other superhero movies do you think would be better if they had just made it gay? http://dlvr.it/PjNdz1