#that was Thee Moment i knew that this was gonna be great

[orangechickenpillow]

Remember when tlou hbo said "what if this relationship started with Joel hurling Ellie into a wall at 15 miles per hour?" Iconic

[hubristicassholefight]

Hubristic Asshole Fight: Round 1 Part 1b

Anakin Skywalker (Star Wars) vs Feanor (The Silmarillion)

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Anakin

Decided that he would become stronger than death to stop those he cares about from dying after failing to accept his mother's death. When he begins getting visions/nightmares like he had before losing his mother of his wife dying in childbirth, he decides to team up with an evil sorcerer and mastermind to learn the secret to stopping death. The price he willingly paid was leading the slaughter of the community of peacekeeping monks who had raised him from nine years old, feeling guilt about his heinous betrayal even as he unflichingly continued the massacre (sunk cost fallacy to a very extreme degree). The unintended price he paid was the loss of his limbs and independence after his injuries during a fight with his mentor and brother figure, his wife dying on childbirth due to the great stress of his heinous actions, and being separated from his children until they were adults firmly opposed to the imperial regime he became the attack dog for (only knowing of their survival until after he had personally attacked them both); He literally did not have to do any of that. his wife Padmè very very very very much did not want him to do any of that. He was completely absorbed in his own inability to deal with loss that he deadlock refused to consider losing family again and then he went and killed what amounted to his extended family, his wife and the man who raised and guided him from age 9. And his own kids unknowingly. In terms of accomplishing your goals there really really wasn't much more he could have fucked up. And when it comes down to key moments, all he had to do was not cut off mentor and co-worker Mace Windu's hand with a laser sword and everything would have been fine. He's a nominee for Fail King of All Time to me

He thinks he's hot shit which, he is, but like cool it dude you don't have to mass murder maim mutilate your way through life to prove you're the extra most specialest bestest psychic space wizard;

Hubrised so hard he 1) lost his limbs and his skin 2) became what he hated 3) caused the very death he sought to prevent, betraying and destroying himself for nothing; So soaking wet and self aware that he cried committing atrocities. If he knew what hubris was, he'd agree he has a lot of it

Feanor

The definition of hubris. Created the silmarils who were so perfect even the gods praised them. Got them stolen by the gods evil brother (so essentially fantasy satan). Then decided to go fight the evil god to get the silmarils back and swore an oath binding him and his sons to get them back no matter who would stand in their way. This drastically backfired when some other elves stood in his way so he murdered them. Got cursed by the gods for this (together with his entire family and everyone who followed them). Told the gods that they were of the same kind as fantasy satan and that they would end up following him

Morgoth (a god) shows up at his house and Feanor (professional hater of gods) tells him to get fucked* and slams the door in his face. *”Get thee gone from my gate thou jail-crow of Mandos!”; He has never spent anything wrong ever aside from all the war crimes.

The Valar (gods) asked Feanor for help in saving the world from being in total darkness and he said “no, figure it out yourselves”. Repeatedly and intentionally goes against their orders leading to war and chaos; I know it’s left open ended to what really happened to him after he died, but I hope he never repents. I hope he stays an antagonistic and egotistical bastard after being reimbodied (brought back to life) and continues to make it everyone else’s problem. I love him.

I’m gonna have to try to do this without a sing Tolkien scholarship words so bear with me. Basically my dude is one of the smartest and most talented elves in the world. Unfortunately he has a lot of daddy issues AND mommy issues largely due to the fact that his mom died when he was a kid and decided not to come back (as elves can do). No one else has this problem. He invented a ton of important stuff and had seven sons. His most prized creation was three gems called the Silmarils, which contained the light of the Two Trees, which gave light to the world before they were destroyed. When the Valar (the gods of Tolkien’s world) asked if they could use the Silmarils to potentially create another light source, he emphatically refused and in fact became so jealous of them that he and his sons swore an oath that anyone who so much as touched them would die by their swords. Sauron’s boss steals the gems and Feanor decides that he will lead his people on a crusade to retrieve and avenge them. This results in the death of him, most of his people, and almost his entire family minus one of his sons, Galadriel, and Elrond; He once yelled at the devil to get off his lawn

went to war with morgoth (satan basically) against the will of the gods and made a whole speech to said gods about how they were gonna feel really silly when he killed morgoth and saved the whole world. he never actually did battle with morgoth because he died on like day 1 of getting to middle earth (he left like 2/3 of his forces behind because he didn’t trust them) and spontaneously combusted upon his death; he’s a huge asshole and a mad scientist and linguist and prince with daddy issues and also mommy issues

Dude thought he could win a fight with the devil, tried to just walk into Angband (Mordor before Mordor actually existed), made an oath to kill everyone that tries to take his creations even the Valar (angelic like beings) and ends up causing his death, his sons deaths and a bunch of other deaths; His name is quite literally spirit of fire Is basically regarded as THE greastest elf Is in fact THE best smith of the elves and crafts their most precious jewels (that end up causing so much death) Is THE linguist to the point of creating the alfabet every one uses even after The Crimes, creates a bunch of things that are used even after The Crimes actually Loves his dad more than the things he made Is the only recorded elf with seven kids Is married to a sculpter that is so good that people confuse her statues as actual people (a propaganda because he had to be good to actually bag her you know) Manages to create jewelry so good even the the angelics beings sent by god are surprised he managed to do it So good at making speeches that it leads to a rebellion against said angelic beings and a lot of people to leave paradise with him His mother died because his spirit was too powerful Invented kinslaying after trying to steal some boats for said rebellion Swears an oath that destroys his whole family (but adds a great flavour to the rest of the story) Tells the devil to fuck off and slams his house door on said devils face Dies via auto combustion because his spirit was just too powerful for a normal death Gets stuck in the afterlife (that elves can usually just return from) for spiting the Valar Is said he will have an important role in Tolkien’s version of Ragnarok by letting the jewels he previously promised to kill for be destroyed to defeat the devil

Because of his pride, he went against the gods because the evil god Morgoth stole his life's work (the Silmarils, 3 shiny gems that radiated the light of the two trees that a huge evil spider had sapped dry). Swore (with his 7 sons) an oath to hunt Morgoth and retrieve his shiny gems. Commited kinslaying, burned some boats, combusted to ashes after suffering mortal wounds at the hands of corrupted demi-gods. Consequences of his actions could be seen long long after his death: the oath was passed on to his sons to hopelessly fulfill (failure after failure, including two more kinslayings, one of them casting himself into a fiery volcano, another wandering the shores for eternity);

[mariaofdoranelle]

Look at Us Now - ch. 22

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I’m too much of a chicken to experience something remotely close to the game Rowaelin played this chapter, so I’m thanking Reddit for the lended knowledge lol. It’s very quick though I just always over-research

Warnings: brief mention of a cult, moderate alcohol intake

Words: 3,3k

They were gonna die in this hellhole, and Aelin was killing Rowan a second time when they met in the afterlife.

They’ve looked everywhere for clues, tried cracking the puzzles, turned every hint inside out. This was a dead end, and Rowan only had one job: pick the fucking lock.

Just one more lock to open this wooden box, and they’d be free.

Aelin’s heartbeat picked up when she heard voices and steps outside. They were coming back. The members of the cult were coming back.

She met Rowan’s agitated stare from across the room, but he didn’t make a fuss, just frowned at the lock and went back to work, his posture rigid.

They were absolutely going to die in this basement, and Aelin wasn’t a fan of losing.

Aelin eyed the pentagram drawn on the floor, a heavy weight on her chest. She needed to do it. There’s no other choice, she repeated to herself as she laid down on it, a sense of emptiness taking over.

"To thee, O mighty Game Master, I offer myself willingly. May my sacrifice be a beacon, lightning the way for those I leave behind in the form of one more hint.”

She heard Rowan rushing her way, but it was done. Her self-sacrifice would give him one more clue, and he’d win this game for them.

“Take me, Master,” she repeated.

“NO!” Rowan fell to his knees before her, his arms wrapped around her waist. “I can’t bear it, Aelin. I can’t.”

She stroked his cheek, nothing but resignation in her eyes. “I’m doing this for you, babe. I’ll see you on the other side.”

“Let me find another way. I will find another way, Aelin—“

“Do you want me to repeat the three hints?” The escape room’s employee said through the speakers, “I know there’s a pentagram on the floor, but you can’t make a human sacrifice in exchange for another one.”

Aelin sighed, her body relaxing against the floor. Her clothes must be dirty with chalk now, and she didn’t even want to leave the game, but it would be a necessary evil. Rowan held out a hand, helping her get up.

“How’s the lock-picking thing?”

Rowan narrowed his eyes at her, humorless. “Reverse-engineering,” he corrected.

She crossed her arms, silently asking him to just answer her already.

He sighed. “Not great.”

Aelin analyzed the box and the padlock locking it, then looked at the card reader at the door. One card. One card was all they needed to win this.

Without thinking, she violently shook the box between her hands.

“What’re you doing?” Rowan said.

“It’s a wooden box. Maybe there’s a crack the card could slip through.”

Rowan froze for a moment, blinking at the scene. Then he held out his hands, “Gimme that.”

“What?”

“It’s a wooden box,” he repeated, his tone low and astonished.

Next thing she knew, he was pressing all sides of the box against the card reader. When the door unlocked, Aelin’s laugh was nothing short of maniac.

“It’s a proximity card!” she shouted while jumping on him for a hug.

“It’s a proximity card,” he echoed, tugging her impossibly closer and kissing the side of her head.

Outside the escape room, the employee looked pissed. “The combination for the lock was on the back of the blinds.”

Rowan looked completely unaffected by the snarky Game Master. “You should put the card in a metal box if you don’t want people doing it my way.”

They were met by a cool breeze outside, the sidewalk damp in a way that indicated that it must’ve rained while they were playing inside. She turned to take a look at Rowan, and he was already studying her. Despite the cloudy weather, something about him—his features, the way he carried himself, or the frequency in which his lips tugged up today—had a lightness to it, something Aelin didn’t know she longed to see so badly.

She squeezed his hand and instead of going somewhere—doing what they were actually supposed to do on a sidewalk—he leaned down and pecked her lips. It was a quiet mid-afternoon anyway, they weren’t slowing anyone down.

He hummed contently in a way he sometimes did after tasting her, cupping her face as if she was something precious.

She chuckled and checked the time. “We don’t have to pick up Maisie for another hour, so…” Aelin looked around, checking if there was somewhere interesting nearby; they had time to explore, but not too much time. She pointed at a quiet pub, wooden-looking in an old-timey way. “Wanna go there?”

It was nice having the day for themselves, no work to attend after working the graveyard shift. And as much as family time was her favorite, it was refreshing to do some adult stuff other than sneaking out from the five-year-old to get some action with Rowan.

After they woke up late in the morning, they decided their first date should have all the things they wouldn’t be able to do with a kid. So far, it included a fancy lunch somewhere they couldn’t even pronounce, some place they wouldn’t trust Maisie to hold the glasses. Then they went to a horror-themed escape room—not exactly romantic, but why not?—and their last stop was this expensive-looking pub.

They’d be back to princesses and Paw Patrol and nursery rhymes within the hour, but Aelin was excited for that too, to hang out with Maisie again. She got too spoiled with this new thing with Rowan, sleeping at his house during his days of custody. Now that she saw her daughter every day, Aelin was struggling to understand how she spent two, three days in a row without her. One sleepover at Auntie Sellene’s and she already missed Maisie like crazy.

The empty pub’s lights were dim, and the vintage furniture mixed with jazz covers of modern songs made Aelin feel like she was in an old movie. Rowan led her to a booth by the wall, and he wouldn’t take his eyes off the cocktail section of the menu.

“You want a drink,” she pointed out.

He frowned at the menu. “They just have a distinct selection, that’s all.”

Biting back a laugh, she nudged him. “Go on. I’ll drive.”

“Just one.”

She smiled. “I know, Buzzard.”

He seemed reluctant at first, but soon enough he was nursing his one whisky cocktail with a bottle of water while Aelin drank some mango juice.

“I was searching something online these days…” Rowan said, fidgeting with his cup.

“What was it?”

“I asked when I should tell my own child that I’m dating their mother. It was the first time Google completely failed me.”

Aelin snorted at the thought of a distressed Rowan searching this on his phone. She can imagine why there aren’t many online articles about their specific situation.

“Did you have a rule?” Aelin asked. “For how long before you introduce someone to Maisie, I mean.”

“Did you?”

“Six months,” she answered, plain and simple. “I never got that far with someone after Maisie, but I’ve had a bit of a relationship disaster because of this, so having the rule beforehand establishes a boundary, you know? In case somebody feels like rushing things.”

Rowan only stared at her, lips flat, looking sullen. He does know that she wouldn’t apply to him the same rules she did to a stranger, right?

“You’re not just ‘somebody’, though,” she added, “You’re her dad. That changes things.”

“Was it Lieutenant Cortland?” Rowan asked, completely changing the point of the conversation. Of everything she said, this was what he focused on?

Aelin crossed her arms, her eyes narrowed at him. “How do you even know I dated him?”

The faint blush on his cheeks must be because of the whiskey. “You told Elide, who told Lorcan, who told me.”

“Yeah, I was talking about Sam,” she finally answered, her back resting against the cushioned seat. “Single parents abide by different rules when dating, and not everyone understands that. He wanted too much too soon, and I wasn’t ready.” There was also the issue that Aelin wasn’t exactly eager to get serious with Sam, but she didn’t feel like adding this part to the conversation.

Rowan nodded, looking down at his half-empty cocktail. He looked almost crestfallen, and Aelin was struggling to understand why.

“So… six months.” He sipped his drink. “You want to wait six months before we tell people?”

Aelin wanted to argue that, technically, they’ve already told people; their best friends fit into the ‘people’ category, but that’s not what he meant. Rowan wanted to be able to kiss her in front of Maisie, feel his parents’ pride when he told them the news, stop pretending they’re not a couple at Maisie’s school so those fucking moms would stop hitting on him.

Gods, she wanted that so bad. Especially the last part.

Still, Aelin and Rowan carried a lot of responsibility together. This little bubble with no questioning of their relationship or putting more expectations on them wouldn’t last forever, but she felt comfortable in it.

Besides, Aelin didn’t like to even entertain the thought of her relationship with Rowan not working out so soon, but if it didn’t… Well, she’d like to keep a last shred of dignity, if only to attend Yulemas at Uncle Orlon’s.

“Not six months,” she finally replied. “It’s not fair to use the same rules with you as I'd use with a stranger.” Aelin grimaced. “Three? I tried asking Yrene, but she wasn’t really helpful.” Therapists and their maddening non-answer answers.

“Three months.” Rowan slowly nodded, his eyes vacant. “One down, two more to go?”

“Sounds good,” Aelin said, and Rowan agreed, but he didn’t look like it sounded good. With a sigh, she rested her chin on his shoulder and held his hand. “We can talk this over again if you realize it doesn’t sound good to you, okay? We can talk anything over again if you feel like we should.”

His answer was a kiss to her forehead.

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“Three months?!” Lysandra shrieked after Aelin told her about that conversation, and her loud tone earned a few glares from the ladies at the table near them, not that she cared. Still, she lowered her voice to say, “Honey, if I had a man like that, Timmy would be calling him ‘daddy’ by the third month.

“I mean, you could.” Aelin wiggled her eyebrows before taking another bite of her chocolate cake. Rowan was currently with Maisie, Dorian and Fenrys at the adoption event, and she used this kid-free time to try on this new pastry shop with Lys.

The woman narrowed her eyes. “I could what?”

Aelin stirred her coffee, a Cheshire cat grin on her face. “Hunter told Asterin and Asterin told me that Wesley has a crush on you.” And this is completely reliable gossip because Hunter, Asterin’s husband, is close friends with him.

“Oh.”

She frowned. “You don’t sound excited.” Half of the single moms had a crush on Wesley, the widowed single dad. Aelin was part of the other half who didn’t really care about him, but could understand the appeal. And she heard her friend comment about how ‘fine’ Wesley looks more than once. “I thought you’d like to hear that.”

“Well, obviously, I’m flattered.” Lys took a bite of her lemon pie, her chin in her hand while she clamped her lips shut to hide a smile. “But I kind of just started seeing someone.”

Aelin gaped, surprised. “Tell me.”

She didn’t know who he or she was, but she was happy for her. Mala knows the amount of shit she took from Timmy’s dad, some entitled man from Adarlan she hated just from hearing a few stories here and there.

“So, remember that birthday party we went to last month?” Aelin nodded, so Lys continued, “You posted a picture with me. You tagged me in it.”

“As millennial Instagram etiquette requires me to do.”

“Your cousin Aedion followed me, and—“

“No!” Aelin poured all the disgust she felt into that one word, grimacing. “I mean, ew!”

Lys straightened her posture. “I get it if you're upset.”

“Why would I be upset? Because you’re too good for my idiot cousin?” Aelin schooled her face into neutrality and sighed, trying to look a little more serious so she could give Lys a proper response. “Look, it’s fine. Just spare me from the sordid details, and we’re good.”

“Alright.” She relaxed into her chair, looking pleased with that answer.

“So you two are a thing now?”

“Not exactly. We chatted a lot and he asked me out, but I didn’t want to go without checking with you first. But I also didn’t want to make a fuss because of one date, you know? So I went. It was amazing. I blamed it on the sangria for making me see the date through rose-colored glasses. So I went on another one, completely sober, just to make sure. It was so good that I almost begged him to fuck—“

“Fucking Mala!” Aelin’s face morphed back into disgust. “Okay, I get it, it’s new. Good luck with his pineapple pizza obsession.”

To be honest, she wasn’t all that repulsed, and she totally blamed it on Rowan. It was those near-daily nighttime orgasms and early morning cuddles—sometimes orgasms again—getting to her head. Aelin was so happy she felt delirious; and after all Aed and Lys have been through in the dating scene, if they managed to find that as well, she was happy for them.

Said reason for her incredible mood texted her, asking her to drop by his place to talk. As if she’d go anywhere else, being his day of Maisie’s custody. His tone almost made it feel like old times, but Aelin knew better. They had a child together, they always had something to talk about.

Knowing her daughter, the adoption fair must’ve been a total chaos. Aelin told Dorian it was a bad idea to bring Maisie along, but her friend insisted on playing the cool uncle.

She promised that she wouldn’t ask for a dog at the fair, but it was just to set expectations. Maisie’s a puppy-loving five-year-old, it’d be ridiculous to think that she wouldn’t throw a tantrum when he saw countless puppies for adoption.

On the way home, her chest constricted to think of a distressed Rowan trying to wrangle his daughter. He was probably exhausted.

Aelin parked her car outside. She grabbed her key to his house—which they recently traded for practicality—but before she could get to the porch, Rowan jumped out of Maisie’s bedroom window, his hulking figure swaying a little as he landed. He darted her way before she could enter the house.

She grasped his face with both hands and kissed him, and it lit her up from inside out, waking up the fluttery feeling that kept mostly dormant while she was away. “Was this a throwback?” She gave the window a pointed look. “Because if you’re trying to make me think of our first night together…”

When he jumped her bedroom window because she still lived with Uncle Orlon and Darrow. Aelin had no idea she’d think about that night to this day.

Rowan didn’t look overwhelmed by memories of great sexy times, though. The crease between his eyebrows was deeper than usual, his lips tightly pressed together. He took a glance at the window he came through.

“We need to talk.”

He looked serious. Way too serious. Aelin took a step back, his keys still on her hand while her pulse picked up. “Is Maisie alright?”

“Yes!” He grimaced, realizing that his secretiveness freaked her out. “She’s alright, but I did something…”

Aelin tuned him out, her mom instincts taking over. She hurried to his front door, as fast as her breathing, and opened it without listening to Rowan and whatever made his speech frantic. She’d check on Maisie, then she’d pay attention to him.

And that’s when she saw it.

It looked like a hurricane passed through his living room. His coffee table was a mess, full of papers and unopened shopping bags. Pet shop shopping bags. A small, pink carrier was left on the corner, close to some uncleaned dog poop.

He wouldn’t.

Rowan absolutely wouldn’t. Not without telling her first.

Aelin shot her most menacing look of disbelief at him but, to be fair, Rowan held his ground. Her fury never scared him but, right now, she wished otherwise.

The house was absolutely silent, and he didn’t fight her this time when she marched into Maisie’s bedroom.

When she opened the door, her daughter’s wide grin paused the boiling under her skin.

“Hi, Mommy,” she whisper-yelled. There was a small ball of golden fur asleep on the little girl’s arm, so she couldn’t get up to greet Aelin. It was obnoxiously cute. Like meeting a new mom at a maternity ward, but it’s little girls and puppies. “I’ll tell you when Fleetfoot’s awake, so we can play with her.”

Aelin kissed Maisie’s forehead. “I’d love that.” Then she left as quietly as she came in.

He fucking did it, Aelin realized, heat plummeting through her stiff muscles.

“Seriously, Rowan?” she whisper-yelled back in the living room.

He opened his mouth to speak but Aelin beat him to it.

“Are you kidding me right now?” she pointed at the direction of Maisie’s closed bedroom door. “You gave her a dog? And you didn’t think to consult her own mother first?”

“I’m sorry.” Rowan looked like a deer caught in the headlights. “I tried my best bribes—“

She plastered a fake smile on. “Let me guess, they didn’t work.”

Rowan put both hands up, a flicker of relief on his face, like Aelin was finally beginning to understand him. “Yes! And—“

Aelin could only imagine the scene Maisie must’ve caused. Still, she yelled, “And you have no authority over a five-year-old?”

He does. Aelin knows he does, as much as she knows she’s prone to say hurtful things when she’s mad.

“Come on, Aelin, the house is big. It’s staying on my place, I’m taking full financial and caregiving responsibilities—

Aelin tilted her head back, her angry laughter almost berserk. “You fucking bet you are!”

His entire posture deflated, and Rowan had a wounded expression intense enough she looked away.

“Can’t we just talk?” Rowan’s voice was soft in an uneasy way, a mix of hesitancy and vulnerability. “We could go back to Yrene’s pdfs and—“

“Not now.” Aelin crossed her arms. “I’m gonna rage alone at home until I feel empty, and then I’m gonna think about it. Once I’m done thinking about it without wanting to say mean things to you, I’ll let you know.”

“And if you don’t?” He scratched the back of his neck. “Stop feeling angry, I mean.”

She adjusted her purse around her shoulder. “Then I’ll see you in therapy.”

They were still going, though their sessions have been rather uneventful after they got together. Maybe Yrene knew something like this would blow up sometime. Whatever. Aelin’s not the shrink here.

Rowan nodded without meeting her eye, then let her go.

She didn’t even get her car, needing the small trek to her house. Way too small for all the thinking she needed to do, actually.

The chilly wind bit into her bones, and Aelin soon regretted the thin shirt she wore. The street was deserted, the ruffle of the sidewalk trees being the background noise to her thoughts.

Fuck, that dog is cute. No matter how much Aelin raged, how petty she acted, she knew how this would end.

Besides, it wasn’t about the dog. Deep down, Aelin knew why she was upset.

They got together, and when they were starting to feel like an united front, Rowan committed to a decade-long life decision without her. What was up with that?

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[twochildreninamoteldemo]

Hi Maven!! Same q to everyone this week: what are your top 3 wincest episodes, and why?

ok im gonna cheat and do this in 2 ways hehe

a) top 3 sam/dean episodes

3. A Very Supernatural Christmas: has the samulet (their engagement ring, obviously!), you can palpably feel the isolation, the neglect, it's very two-children-in-a-motel-esque. and of course, the final scene, where i think, if there was any point in the series aside from the barn scene in which they would have said "i love you," it would have been there. the deep long stare, the watery eyes, the fact that they both know dean will be gone within the year, and then... "do you feel like watching the game?" ahhhhhhh drives me nuts

2. Swan Song: their love literally!!!!! saves the world, i mean come on. it has the whole wincest montage that you could literally set a richard siken poem to, or a taylor swift song to (look i know those are vastly different things but. bear with me), and it would just feel right. dean finally lets sam do things on his own. he lives because sam tells him to. sam manages to revoke his possession consent because of how much he's in love with dean, even as his fist is smashing dean's face into a pulp. ok i have to stop or i'm going to start crying in this goddamn airport.

Playthings: obviously. gothic horror episode of all time. picture-perfect family in the outside, secret sibling hidden upstairs. the way sam and dean's codependency is paired with that of the grandmother and her ghostly sister. the face-stroking. the almost kiss. god i swear it always looks like they're gonna kiss. sam writhing on the bed. dean staring at him like that. the subtext was about to bust through the screen, what with the acting and the way the plot and the meta-plot fit together perfectly. catherine tosenberger said it much better than i can, go read her article in TWC about wincest if you haven't!

b) top 3 family-horror-what-the-incestuous-freudian-fuck-is-going-on-here episodes

2. Devil's Trap: azazel uses john's body in a sexual manner against both sam and dean--primarily the latter but sam gets it, too. it's a chilling scene and really cements that this is what spn is about: never being able to escape the family. sam learns partly of azazel's plot, dean gets his daddy issues flayed onto him, and all through the eyes of the father. it's so well done.

3. Skin: imo the most damning thing the shifter says is, "i will be sorry to lose this skin. your brother's got a lot of great qualities. you should appreciate him more than you do." uh...what? the way he ties up sam and plans on torturing him also aligns with the shifter's pattern of turning into the husband and beating up the wife. another HMM moment actually comes from dean himself, when he tells sam that none of his friends will ever understand him and that dean's the only one who can...it's very isolating, kind of abuser tactics, and just. whew. this was episode SIX!!

In the Beginning: come on you knew i was gonna say this. aside from the obvious moments of "mom is a babe" (and remember, dean invokes sam into this moment as well..."sammy, wherever you are..."), samuel!azazel leaning over dean and smelling him, and samuel!azazel kissing mary--passionately returned(?), may i add, the plot itself sets up the winchester family as this enclosed, inbred unit. mary's kiss with her possessed father seal's sam's fate as part of azazel's army. the sexuality she shares with her father makes her son's blood diseased and cursed. the family line is tainted by incest. her kiss is what allows sam and dean to grow up that way, to become so codependent, what allows the moments of avsc, swan song, and playthings to happen! in the beginning. this begins the cycle of selling and saving souls--mary for john, john for dean, dean for sam. it's literally THEE spn episode, perhaps even more than playthings. even though sam's barely in it, his fate hangs over the whole episode, and this is full house of wincest at its finest.

[gaycrittercentral]

I’d like to know where the Maxlings came from

Oh hell yeah I’d love to tell!! ok so I had the concept planned as a comic initially but it really got away from me and got too long for me to actually make, so what I’ve got is sort of a script-lookin thing that I would have used as framework for it. I hope that’s an ok format?? I considered trying to write it into more of a prose/fic format but honestly I like it best like this. Ok enough rambling I hope it’s funny to y’all lmao (also it got. Um. Very long)

First scene is in the middle of a beautiful glade deep in the woods, where Sam and Max are dancing in a crowd of magical-looking fairies, grinning at each other. It’s late and there are fairy lights (teehee) illuminating the area, tables of food and drink scattered around the outskirts of the crowd.

S: wow, quite the day we’ve had, eh little pal?

M: you can say that again, Sam! I mean, how often do you get to save an ancient fairy commune by beating up their evil warlock oppressor?

S: and on top of that they throw this little shindig in our honor! I have to say, I never knew lutes could play such great club music.

M: and I’m living for these hors d’oeuvres! We simply must get the recipe.

Behind them, a pair of fairies in big leafy crowns talk quietly.

Fairy queen: these strangers are so delightfully mischievous.

Other fairy queen (they are lesbians): quite! Truly a pair of mortals after our own hearts. How should we reward them for defeating our fell foe?

FQ 1: hmm…I have an amusing idea. What’s better than two chaos-causing mortals?

FQ 2: ahhh, I see! A marvelous idea!

The queens approach Sam and Max, with several other smiling fairies clustered around.

FQ 2: well, my friends, it has been a true pleasure to have you! Before you depart, my queen and I have a gift for you as thanks for defeating the dreaded warlock Snivellion.

(M: tee hee)

FQ 1: here, please take these.

She hands Max a little package made of leaves and tied with twine.

FQ 1: these magical seeds will grow into a wonderful gift if you keep them warm and safe.

M: well, we don’t have the best record with houseplants…

S: but we’ll happily accept your gift anyway! I’m sure they’ll be fun for the few minutes they manage to survive in the harsh climate of our office.

M: if they live through the trip back in my pocket, that is.

FQ 2: oh, trust me, I’m sure they will be every bit as hardy as the two of you.

Max stuffs the leaf packet in his inventory and he and Sam take their leave, waving to the fairies as they go.

S: so long now! Have fun partying eternally!

M: you know, we never did get introduced—don’t suppose I could get your names?

FQ 1: hah, nice try. Fare thee well, mortals!

FQ 2: farewell!

As they go, we see a shot of Max’s inventory, with his gun and maybe a hammer or something to show that’s what it is. The leaf package sits quietly for a moment, before releasing a tiny sprout.

Several months later…

Sometime in the dead of night, they’re both sleeping until Max stirs and sits up with his ears all lopsided, looking kinda disgruntled and tired.

M: I’m gonna go take a dump

S, not quite asleep yet and regretting it: you don’t have to tell me every time. I actually think I’d rather if you didn’t.

M: but what if I fall in? I’d want you to know what I was doing! :D

S: *half-asleep grumbling*

Max wanders off to the bathroom to perch on the can and read a magazine.

M: oh, Martha, you get me. Mostly because we’ve both been to the slammer

Suddenly a baby wail echoes from the toilet (thank you, mammalian diving reflex) and Max immediately screams, flings his magazine to parts unknown and runs for the hills.

M: Sam!! SAM!!! The toilet screamed at me!!!! I think that ill-advised bathroom exorcism we did instead of cleaning the shower drain didn’t work, we must’ve summoned some kind of toilet ghost instead!!

S: what are you talking about, numbskull? You interrupted a perfectly good dream I was having about a discontinued ice cream bar :(

M: just come help me get rid of it! I can’t go with some spectral peeping Tom shrieking at me!

They get to the bathroom and Max hovers by the door as Sam inspects the toilet.

S: Max, you cotton-brained dolt, there’s no ghosts in—GREAT GALLOPING GEYSERS TAP DANCING ON SATURN’S FURTHEST MOON!

He immediately reaches in to save the weird little wet rat almost glaring accusingly at him from the bowl (it could glare a little better if its eyes were functional yet). Max cringes at him.

M: Jesus, Sam, I know we’re both nasty, but I thought we agreed to leave this level of grossness to me! Wait what the fuck is that thing.

S: well, if my outdated recollection of mammalian biology and your horrifying baby pictures is correct, then I’d say it kind of looks like a neonatal lagomorph. Did…did this come out of you?

M: oh please, I think I’d know if I had something like that stashed away somewhere in here. (Vaguely gestures to himself) Now could you get outta the way? If it was just some weird naked rat that crawled up the toilet to yell at me and not a ghost, then I’d like to finish my business in here.

Sam stares at the little rat-looking baby. It has teeth. Teeth like Max’s. He grabs a towel out of the bathroom closet instead and tosses it in the bathtub, then nabs Max by the scruff of his neck and deposits him on top of it.

S: why don’t you just wait down here for a minute while I get this little thing cleaned up?

M: Sam what the hell I don’t need to be housebroken!! Ugh fine but you’re cleaning the towel if—oh my god there’s another one.

S: SWEET SAINT OLGA OF KIEV SINGING OPERA FOR AN AUDIENCE OF PUPPETS WITH A TIN FOIL SUIT AND TIE AND A CREAMED CORN CROWN

Several escaped kits later…

Sam and Max lie together in bed with the kits on top of them, all wiggling around and squeaking faintly. Sam looks vaguely shaken by the experience, but Max just kinda looks like it’s totally normal.

M: haha I thought you guys were just weird little turds! Well, aren’t all children though, come to think of it

S: and you’re sure they came out of your inventory and not some hitherto unknown reproductive system of yours?

M: Sam, at this point I think I’d be able to tell if they’d been up my ass, don’t you?

S: well, sure, but also that’s not where—

M: and besides, my pocket snacks have been going missing all day and this totally explains it. Look, that one’s still got Cheeto dust all over her face!

Sam looks down at one of the girls, who is indeed very orange.

S: ooh. Let me just clean you up there, sweetheart.

He licks her clean gently. She squeaks in approval.

S: huh! What do you know, that really is Cheeto dust.

M: see, I told you so! I still have no idea how they could’ve gotten in there, though…I mean, they look brand new. And also a lot like us.

S: well, mostly like you.

M: nah, see, this one’s got little floppy ears! And lookit their tails, mine’s not long like that. Oh! And this one’s got your nose!! Oh, Sam, it’s so precious I could just squish her like an overripe tomato! …um, but I won’t, obviously.

S: personally, I find myself rather enamored with their tiny little toe beans. Just look at that! They’re so little…

They both giggle delightedly over the kits for a minute, before relaxing back into the pillows. It’s still the middle of the night and they’re both exhausted.

S: so…if we don’t know how they got there, and they don’t look like they could be anybody else’s…

M: 👀

S: I mean unless we want to take them to the vet to check for microchips or something…?

M: too late I’m already coming up with names and dreaming of all the bad words I’m gonna teach them

S: oh, good, so am I. I guess it doesn’t matter how they got there, then…but you really have to wonder…

Something like a half hour ago…

The kits are sitting in a little pile in the middle of Max’s inventory, the opened leaf package below them and Max’s gun leaning against the wall beside them (it’s bigger than they are). Lacey’s face is covered in Cheeto dust and there are a few remaining Cheeto crumbs scattered around them. They have a brief conversation of squeaks, translated into pictures.

Maisie: >:/ *exit sign, there isn’t an emoji for it but just draw one*❗️(she’s bored and she wants out)

Lacey and Crowbar: :o ???

Maisie starts crawling around determinedly until she comes across some kind of rift in reality, through which the toilet bowl is visible. But not to her, of course, because she can’t see just yet. She immediately plummets out of the rift with a tiny shriek, and her siblings react like :0 there’s silence for a second, before Crowbar squeaks and is translated to:

C: dare you to go after her

L: 👀

And that’s it!! Hdkhsshsg here’s hoping it’s at least a little amusing to y’all because it’s very funny to me for whatever reason hdjshsjhddhdjhfjd

Oh! And as a reward for sticking around here’s one of the other first drawings of them I ever did :’> they were very much inspired by @lillylunala’s drawings of Max as a baby if it isn’t obvious, which you should absolutely check out if you haven’t seen them bc my god she really nailed it heheheeee

[this-is-all-unreal]

My Dear Friend

Part 6

Masterlist

Warning: mention of drugging, kidnap, and death.

          I had backed myself up against thee Superman. He wasn't looking at me though, he was looking at the two men. 

          "Why don't you fellas go to a different alley?" Superman said with a friendly smile. The men didn't stick around long enough to say much else they hightailed it out of the alley. I took a step away from him once the men were gone. 

           "This guy's such a nerd."  I didn't say anything as I started to walk off. 

          "Hey, can I talk to you for a moment?" He asked as he walked beside me. I knew he worked closely with Bruce in the justice league. I didn't want this odd encounter to become watercooler talk for them and give Bruce any clue where I was. 

            "No, I'm okay." I say as I walk quicker. He doesn't seem to change his pace but has somehow got in front of me. I have to stop I don't bump into him again 

        "Think I could-"

         "No." I say softly to my friend.

         "I just want to make sure you are alright. You're soaked to the bone." 

I took the blanket and wrapped it around me. I don't respond to him and keep my head down.

           "What if I can find you some new clothes? Would you change out of those?

        �� "That's a great idea. Bruce will be looking for these burgundy pajamas. Let him take you to some clothes." I keep my head down but nod. 

           "Great, there is a store just up the street." He said as he held out his hand. I looked at it for a second but took it. It was so warm. We walked out of the alley. If I wasn't getting Strange looks before I definitely was now. 

            "What kind of clothes do you like?" He asks but I don't say anything back. "Not big on small talk that's okay." He said as he opened the door to some kind of thrift store. "Okay stay right here I'm going to see what I can do." He said as he left me in a corner of the store. He walked up to the counter and pointed back at me as he talked to the lady working. She smiled and nodded as she went to the back. She returned with some clothes. He waved me over and I shuffled my way to them. 

         "These should fit you. The changing room is right here." The lady said as she walked me to the small stall. She handed over the clothes and shut the door. I changed into the jeans and tee-shirt and stepped out. 

          "Fit okay?" He asked and I simply nodded. "Are you sure the pajamas will cover the cost of the outfit?" he asks, looking over at the lady. 

          "Oh definitely. Go find some shoes and maybe a jacket too. She's gonna freeze out there." She says as she goes in the stall to get the wet pajamas. 

           He asked her if she was sure and the conversation trailed as I walked to the shoes. I was desperate to get something on my feet. I found a pair of sneakers and put them on. Superman brought over a jacket. After signing an autograph for the lady. I walked out of the store once I was sure the jacket fit. He hurried after me. 

 I got a small coughing fit as we stepped back out into the cold air. I hunched over as I covered my mouth. He patted my back like I was a baby. I pulled away. 

           "That sounds bad. How long were you outside?" He asked as he took his hand away. 

            "I'm okay, I just have to get home." I say quickly as I manage to get the coughing to stop. 

           "You can speak, great. Do you want me to take you home? I'm sure your folks are worried about you." He says as he walks in front of me. I shake my head. 

           "No, I can walk it, it's not very far at all. Just up the road." I say pointing. He looked in the direction I pointed. 

         "Odd, that street is all office buildings." He says looking back at me. 

        "Yeah I mean past the street." 

        "Past that is the restaurant district." He says as he crooks an eyebrow. 

        "Hurt his feelings. This boy scout gets off on others loving and needing him. Tell him to go to hell he will leave." I didn't like the idea of telling Superman off. He can crush a bus with one hand. But it did sound like it might work. He is supposed to be the nicest person ever. He will feel bad and leave.

         "P-piss off. I want to walk alone and I don't need some ch-chimp in tights to help m-" a cough cut me off. "I don't want or need your help" I say in a horst voice. 

        "That was pathetic" it really was but his eyebrows turned up and pushed together as he looked at me. It was confusion and hurt maybe. 

          "Did I do something to offend you?" He asked. I shook my head knowing if I spoke I was sure another cough would come out. He stared at me for a second. "Is someone hurting you? Is that why you are lashing out?" He asked as he tried to take a step closer. He wasn't far off. I wasn't being hurt but there is a reason I was lashing out. I stare at him for a second before walking past him. Maybe he wouldn't follow if I just didn't give him anymore interactions. So I began to walk I wasn't sure if he was behind me. 

        "Is he still there?"

        "Shut up idiot! He has superhuman hearing. Just keep walking." I curled my lips into my mouth forgetting all about his hearing. "Okay he flew off." I took a deep breath and sighed but it was interrupted by another coughing fit. "That's getting worse."

          "No it's not." I say as I catch my breath again. I continued walking. I saw a big map of the subways and saw Central City was closest and was west. So I began to walk in that direction. 

          "I'm going to steal a bus pass."

           "No, just wait a bit, we are fine. I don't know why you are always so eager to steal." I take a seat on a bench and rest. A man in a suit sits down next to me. I didn't pay him much mind. 

          "Margaret don't move. Don't let him know you know but that's Superman. What, he thinks if he puts on some glasses we wouldn't recognize him give me a break." I keep my head still but I slowly look over at him. He did have glasses on but I couldn't see alot of his face. Maybe it was him. The guy was big enough to be. I stood up and walked away. I walked to a random alley and walked into it. I crouched behind a dumpster and waited. Sure enough the man in a suit came into the alley and looked around for a second. He shook his head and started to unbutton his shirt. Underneath was his big S on his chest. It really was him 

         Without warning a cough came hurtling out of my mouth. In a second the dumpster was lifted in the air. Superman stood above me, dumpster in hand. I was too scared to speak. 

        "Why are you hiding?" He asked, sounding frustrated. 

        "Why were you following me?" 

        "I wasn't, I was just…." He sighed and set the dumpster down. "I was just worried. Look, can I just take you home. I don't feel right leaving a kid alone in the city. And how much did you see before you coughed?"

         "Not a thing I had my head down." I didn't know if he believed me. 

         "Ask him to fly us to Central City. It will be faster than the subway or bus."

          "I actually lied, I don't live down the street. I live in Central City. Is that too far to take me?" I ask as I smile up at him. I didn't like how easy lying was becoming. He thought for a second. 

        "What were you doing in Metropolis? Why were you In pajamas?"

         "I was um running away from home. But I changed my mind and want to go home." He looked down at me with a skeptical eye. 

          "Are you sure you want to go home?" He asked as he leaned down to eye level with me. I nod and smile 

           "Yes please." He smiles and puts his arms around me as he lifts us into the sky. We got so high the people looked like little dots on the concrete. 

         "Cover your face." He says as he speeds up. Putting my face in his chest I use my hands to cover my ears. He places a hand on the back of my head. Before I know it I hear muffled whooshing and air brushes against my body. 

          "Something isn't right. He's hiding something. Why is he heading east?" A few more moments pass with nothing but the sound of rushing air. 

        "Margaret he's going to Gotham!" As soon as I hear the words I start trying to wiggle free. I feel his hand press slightly harder against my head along with his arm that's around me. It wasn't tight enough to hurt but it was definitely purposeful. 

          "Let me go!" I scream at him. 

          "That wouldn't be a good idea." He said with a chuckle. "Just relax, we are almost there." I fight against the wind to open my eyes and turn my head under his hand. I see the pointed tops of dark buildings and knew we were back at Gotham. Felix was tugging on his cape. I could see the grip marks but Superman is too strong. I was completely besides myself. I worked so hard to get away now this "hero" was going to bring me back. I start to pants and cough. I could feel my throat closing as I looked up at his face. I slowly reached my hand up to his cheek. I wasn't sure what was happening but he screamed out of nowhere. Black veins started to grow on his skin where my hand was touching him. His scream became more frantic as he let go of me to grab his head. I started to fall. It all happened so fast. My body turned as I fell through the air. I could see the building tops coming closer and closer until I felt someone grab my jacket. 

          "Don't ever do that again." Superman said as he rubbed his head with one hand. His other hand gripped the hood of my jacket. His tone was far more serious than it had been. It was almost dark. He let me dangle as he flew us to the back door of the Wayne manor. I kicked and screamed as I saw Bruce looking up from the steps of the patio. He lowered me to him.  He grabbed me and held me against him. 

          "Thank you." He said shortly as he looked up at Superman.

          "Can I come in? We need to talk." He says back as he steps down on his feet. I squirmed and kicked in Bruce's hold but I wasn't going anywhere Bruce put this plastic mask over my face again. 

            "I'll kill him!" A rock was thrown at Bruce but it was caught quickly by superman. My legs and arms felt numb as I was forced to breathe in the familiar smelling gas. I looked up at Bruce to realize he was struggling to breathe as well. He leaned against the wall. Invisible hands were closing around his throat. It was getting red and almost looked pressed on. 

          "Bruce? Bruce, how do I help! Say something!" Superman was yelling. He sounded so far away all of a sudden. I closed my eyes and passed out shortly after. 

  

        — Bruce put Margaret upstairs and came back down to see Superman sitting down in the chair across from his desk. Bruce rubbed his neck and cleared his throat. A bruise was forming around his neck already. 

         "That kid's got a hell of a chokehold." He says as he sits down in his chair at the desk. 

         "It's not funny Bruce. I have never seen anything like that? Is she a telepath? What the hell was that?" Superman said as he rubbed his cheek where Margaret touched him.

           "Possibly, I think she has some kind of mental illness that's aggravating whatever abilities she has. Thank you for bringing her back." He says as he starts to pour scotch into two glasses. 

            "When you asked me to keep an eye out for a little girl in pajamas who talked to herself I thought you had finally lost it. He said as he reached for the glass. "How did you know she'd go to Metropolis?"

        "I didn't know where she'd go so I contacted all of you. Even Diana." Bruce says as he takes a sip. "We just need to get her on the right meds and therapy lots of therapy." 

             "What you need to do is be careful. You can't take in every orphan you find Bruce, especially not the enhanced ones. She almost got herself killed on the way here and she… she got into my head or something. I don't know what she did but one second I was flying with her over Gotham and the next I was holding Lois's broken body in my arms surrounded by destroyed buildings and fire. She doesn't know Lois, how the hell did she show me that?" The man of steel looked almost scared as he took a sip of his drink. "That's only the half of it. The pain I felt, it was like her hand was inside my brain. I thought I was going to pass out."

         Bruce listened to his concerns and nodded. But deep down he knew Margaret was just as much a victim in this situation. He regretted having to have her brought back like that. He felt guilty that Jason let her out to begin with. All the fear and pain she felt was his fault. He couldn't even blame Jason because him acting out  was his fault as well. He did his best to hide his guilt from his friend Clark he knew he would owe him after this. 

          "You have my word Clark, your pain wasn't for nothing. I'm going to save her. She needs to get a hold of her mental health and abilities. Maybe one day she can help others." He said looking across the desk at his old friend. 

           "I know you will do everything in your power. Just be careful. I know somehow Diana would blame me if anything happened to you." He said as he leaned forward to pat Bruce's shoulder. The two men chatted for a bit longer before Superman left to return to Metropolis. He felt bad for Margaret and for Bruce but he trusted him and if he said this is the best thing for her it must be. 

            Bruce talked with Jason who said he didn't think she'd actually run. He explained he was going to let her out so she would see how impossible it would be for her to leave in this weather. That he was just trying a different way to get her to stay for at least a few more days. As punishment Jason had to fix her door he broke down the other night and had to write an apology letter to Superman. He ended up paying Tim to write the apology letter. —

             

        I woke up feeling groggy and out of it again. I could tell I was in the green guest room again. I felt a cool hand on my forehead so I turned to see who it was. Dick was sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked worried. 

         "Sorry I was just seeing if your fever went down any." He said in a whisper. 

         "I should kill him too"

         "No." I mumble as I try to sit up.

         "It's okay I'm just getting you a new ice pack. You got yourself pretty sick running around outside like that. He said with a small grin. 

          "Dick Dick please you have to call the cops or something. I don't want to be here. I want to-" 

          "Shhh stop it. The fever has you all worked up. Alfred gave you some cough medicine a few hours ago. I don't think I can give you anymore." He said as he looked up at a clock on the wall. I shake my head and push my way to sit up. 

            "No, I mean it. I don't want to be here. I'm not worked up from the fever. I'm pissed because I have been kidnapped!" He gives me a sympathetic look. As he sighs. 

           "I'll let you and Bruce talk about that. I know you are scared but trust me if he didn't think this was best for you he wouldn't have adopted you. I won't argue with you that to you it feels like kidnapping but it's not." He says as he gently pulls me back down to lay under the covers. He lays an ice pack on my head and stands up. "I'll tell Bruce you want to talk to him alright? Just stay in bed." He said as he walked out, closing the door behind him. Not long after the door opened and Bruce came in. He kneeled at the edge of the bed, likely wanting to give me my space. 

        "I want to leave." I say as I turn to look at him. 

         "I know you do and that's my fault I went about this all the wrong way. I'm sorry Margaret." He looks remorseful. 

         "You can't keep me here. Felix will kill you. There will come a point where I won't be able to stop him." I warn as I look at him. Why did I feel guilty?

         "I appreciate your concern but I hope one day maybe he and I could be friendly. I don't want to do anything other than help. When I was young I lost my parents, maybe that's why I adopted so many kids but when I saw you scared out of your mind in Arkham it was like I was looking at myself as a boy. Scared, angry, and helpless. I want to help you grow up right. I want to give you the life that you deserve. I talked to the Jeffersons. I heard their story but Margaret I don't believe Mrs. Jefferson. I haven't known you for very long but even I know you wouldn't try and hurt that dog. Felix needs help too and I want to help him as well. Just give me a chance to make this all up to you please." I listened to his words. He sounded so sincere. The fact he believed me meant so much to me. I could also tell he didn't seem to know the full truth of the situation though. I nod slightly and look at him. I was too tired to fight anymore. I could hear Felix start to yell in my ear. 

         "Okay fine but can I ask you something?" He nods with a small smile. "You don't want me to become a Robin right?" It almost sounded like a joke when I said it but I was being dead serious. He looked at me for a second before answering.

        "Well I don't want to lie to you. The thought had crossed my mind but that would be years in the future and only if you wanted to." As he finished speaking a lamp was pulled off the bedside table Presumably by Felix. Bruce picked it up and continued. "Like I said. Only if you are comfortable with it. You too Felix I know you two are a packaged deal so I want to make sure you both are comfortable." 

          "I don't think I want to be a Robin ever but I'm willing to try one day if I feel up to it." I say as I look at him. Maybe Jason was wrong. This Bruce was the one I thought I knew before. Soft, kind and honest. 

          "And I promise you once you get feeling better I'll take you anywhere you want to go but for now no more running off please. The more I can trust you the more freedom you get but I know trust works both ways so you tell me what I can do to make you feel safe here." He says as he pats my arm. It did kinda sound like a dog on a leash scenario like Jason had warned me about but for now maybe that was okay.

          "No more gas. It makes me feel sleepy and sick." 

          "You got it, no more gas."

          "And can you take the TV out and have it smashed?" He gave me a confused look but nodded. 

           "Consider it done." He says as he holds out his hand for a shake. I take it and we shake on it. I was optimistic about what it might be like to live here. Felix was not. Shortly after Bruce left with the TV Felix would pull on my foot while I tried to sleep. He wouldn't let me rest when he was mad. 

        "You are just going to lie there? Let him be your daddy or something? You're pathetic! Your real dad is dead and your adopted one hates you. You don't get to have another!" He shouts as he shakes the bed. I ignore him. 

         "I should slit all their throats. They will betray us Margaret. I'll make sure it doesn't get to that point."

          "No! No you will not. You are going to sit in here with me and you will shut up and let me sleep. I love you Felix but I don't like you very much right now just leave me and them alone!" I shout back at him. He doesn't say anything but the chair in the corner gets an indent in it as I assume he sat down. I could believe that actually worked. I lay back down and try to rest. Just as soon as I do, the doorbell rings.

I had a friend tell me the red bothers her eyes does anyone else have this problem? I can always change the color if so.

[odinsblog]

OMG, I love my great great auntie sO much. I would walk barefoot through fire for her. But gd man, she’s got a fuckn lot to catch up on. Like a LOT, lot

I had lunch with her today and she kept asking me about what’s happening in Palestine and Israel, and I kept trying to explain it to her, and she just kept saying, “the Jews?” and I was like, “Auntie. You can’t say it like that. It sounds racist af. It’s highkey antisemitic when you say it like THAT, auntie”

Lmao, I cringed every time she said it and I kept looking around bc I didn’t want some waiter or another customer to walk up on us at thee wrong fucking moment and then then we get into an old fashioned misunderstanding™ (we were the only Black people there)

Auntie is one of the coolest old people I know, but she just didn’t get it

Or Idk, maybe she did. She just kept saying “that’s just sad for everybody”

It’s funny too, bc she’s one of the old heads (affectionate) who always likes to say things like, “You know Republicans are doing that to bring back slavery, right?” or, “Odin, you do know we’re in the end days, right?” And I always manage to bite my tongue and not say anything to make her feel ridiculed or not taken seriously, but lately…?

Nah. I ain’t bout to start letting her hypnotize me into gloom & doom, lol. But she almost got me doe

Gotta love old Pentecostal church ladies

She couldn’t believe what Hamas did, but she also couldn’t believe what the IDF is doing, and she kept asking me to explain it to her, like EYE fucking knew why shit is fucked up (well, okay, I dO know, but I don’t think auntie is ready for those conversations - I almost broke out the Harvey Dent gif, but she don’t know nothing about that)

Jesus, she’s so innocent. It’s almost like I’m taking out one of my younger nieces or nephews

Anyway, if you’re looking to explain this to anyone who doesn’t know what’s up, all I can tell you is, it’s really not all that complicated, but it’s still gonna take a master class in patience + nuance

[winderlylandchime]

I’m just gonna go ahead and say sorry in advance the man lost his mind with the next ep but 3x04 1/2 ‘He would make great marketing for durex. Remember their covid ads? Funny as shit. Why is she here? Why can’t she take the kid with her to the hospital? I thought i gave Brian permission to hit this fucking kid? Yeah! Eat the chips you little bitch.‘ we got to Mel and Linds picking donors ‘FRESH SPERM?! LINDSAY HE IS 19- What are the-THEY CANT GO TO A SPERM BANK? THEYRE GONNA PICK BETWEEN THEIR FRIENDS?! Girl, what makes you think any of them want a kid at all or better yet with you? There is no way Brian would let that kid get into the ‘vette. JUSTIN! WHY ARE THEY CASUALLY SAYING HEY TO EACH OTHER? oh Justin hates this kid (Mel and Linds pick Mikey) MICHAEL?! THEY ARE PICKING MICHAEL?! MICHAEL?! MIKE? MIKEY?! Because he invited a kid to a comic book store? THAT IS LITERALLY HIS JOB! Thank god the diner doesn’t have more male waiters because she would think someone wants a kid just cause they told her the specials’ ‘WHAT IS WITH THEM MOVING IN SO FAST? I THOUGHT THAT WAS A YOU PEOPLE THING *waves at me*’. ‘Have you noticed that whenever Lindsay and Melly want something from someone they make them a meal? (mikey and Ben are taking a shower and he actually fake gagged) The only shower scenes I like are Brian and Justin’ ‘he’s going through Brian’s stuf- he has a lot of dildos, why am i acting surprised..HE STOLE HIS BRACELET! How dare you, you little shit! BRIAN HE HAS YOUR BRACELET! HE DOES NOT OWE ANY OF YOU ANYTHING ESPECIALLY NOT MONEY! I know I said hit him but this *points to the toilet scene* is WAY fucking better! Do Ethan next!’ He is once again using Shazam to make his playlist even better. ‘Usually when people start doing drugs, they become fun before they ruin their lives, this dude is just hitting the gym? Boring. Oh he’s angry and jealous of Michael isn’t he? Well that’s not healthy’ he is once again using Shazam, this is getting ridiculous. ‘OKAY BRIAN!! Oh damn, I don’t remember him being all 6 packy before. Why is a cop there?’ ‘Why is he surprised that he wont have full rights? Dude, you’re a DONOR! But don’t worry they never hold their word, they force the donors to step up one way or the other. Make sure you have life insurance. THATS WHY THERES SPERM BANKS MELANIE!’ And thee scene is coming up (my cousin thankfully reminded me to record him here bc she knew he’d lose his mind and thank fuck she did. Usually i record him for big moments but i almost forgot here) ‘HE ACCUSED HIM OF WHAT NOW?! *pauses tv* OH FUCK HIM AND FUCK WHOEVER MADE HIM! That is such a horrible and serious accusation to make cause some people, HA, some people..good one (his name), GIRLS! WOMEN! aren’t believed! And boys! Oh don’t even get me started and i know it’s ironic because im yelling at a boy BUT DIFFERENT! WE DONT EVEN GET TO COME FORWARD CAUSE WE SHOULD BE HAPPY WE GOT LAID! And if it was done by a man? Well then we are forced to be quiet because we get mocked since apparently gay is worse than rape. But Brian is gay, so of course he did that and nobody would think otherwise. Because gay means predator in their peanut shaped brain! Meanwhile PRIESTS exist! Or those weird family friends that you have to change outfits for when they come over but nobody calls that out. HOW FUCKING DARE THEY? You know what? FUCK EVERYTHING AND ESPECIALLY FUCK THAT KID! His family better know better, i have no faith in them but they owe him that! Nobody will believe this, he literally hates kids!‘ He then got up and went outside to smoke. I forgot that when the whole Florida gay ban bullshit happened, this man FLEW to florida to protest (we are nowhere near florida) so I should’ve seen this coming tbh. And when he came back inside he just went ‘I do wish they showed him being interrogated because I know for a fact my man was giving sarcasm and anger and funny insults!’ ‘Well look at that, it’s almost as if you shouldn’t move in together after like a week!’

Melanie and Lindsay’s insistence on using known sperm over donor sperm baffles me and must be because for TV reasons because it’s so bananas. LOLing at them making someone a meal… that is so true!

Ben not becoming more interesting with a drug problem IS A MOOD. And true.

His reaction to this storyline is everything. Factually, false accusations are incredibly rare and yes, it’s a double-whammy for boys. The other part of this storyline I hate? Is that Claire is right to believe her kid. So rarely do parents believe their kids and go to the police, when they should. I hate hate hate this storyline with a passion. I get why it happens (Justin still believing in Brian and doing whatever needs to be done to clear his name) but FFS CowLip why why why do you have to create a narrative around a false accusation?

YOUR BROTHER FLEW TO FL TO PROTEST? He gets all the fist-ally’s in the world! I love him.

[ivory-lamps]

A04: Sugarale's Wish

Characters: Daniel & Toi Location: Hama Summary: Daniel and the protagonist are suddenly surrounded by men in white. A pet robot then appears in front of them and leads them inside.

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Momiji / Kaede: W–What’s going on?

Daniel: Surrounding us with so many people – This ain’t gonna be peaceful.

Man in White A: Hmm… they’re the people Master was talking about.

Man in White B: Yeah. A good-natured-looking individual and another who looks like a bear.

Momiji / Kaede: (G–Good-natured…?)

Daniel: …Bear? Are they talking ‘bout me?

Momiji / Kaede: Most likely…

Man in White C: Alright, you two are coming with us.

Man in White A: You don’t get a say in this. Over here.

Momiji / Kaede: Ah…!

Daniel: Hey, man. Don’t touch my subordinate so casually like that.

Man in White A: O–Ouuuuuuuuch! My pinkyyyy!

Momiji / Kaede: Chief, please stop! His finger is going to break!

Daniel: I wouldn’t mind doing just that. It’s reasonable self-defence.

Hmph…

Man in White A: U–Ugh… ow…

Momiji / Kaede: (Poor guy, that looks painful. It also seems the other men in white are scared of Daniel-san’s muscles… They look suspicious but maybe they’re just normal people?)

Daniel: Oi, I bet you’re thinking that they might actually be nice people. Things can be a real pain in the neck if you don’t put your guard up right from the beginning.

Momiji / Kaede: Still, violence is a no. Look, the guy’s crying.

Daniel: Yeah, yeah.

*Doorbell jingles*

??: “Thank you for coming, you two.”

Momiji / Kaede: Huh? Ah…

A pet robot…?

(It looks like an angel or a sea butterfly… How adorable.)

Man in White A: Ohh, Master…!

Man in White B: It’s Master!

Man in White C: I thank thee, I thank thee…!

Daniel: Master? These guys serve that pet robot?

??: “I knew you two would come here today.”

“Please, come inside. Follow Mashiro.”

Momiji / Kaede: Mashiro?

Mashiro: …I’m Mashiro. Nice to meet you!

Momiji / Kaede: (The voice changed… Then, was that person earlier the owner of Angel Eye?)

Mashiro: I’ll take you inside so follow me – quickly now.

Momiji / Kaede: Woah… This place is amazing…!

Daniel: Wow… It sure is in various ways.

Momiji / Kaede: It’s my first time entering a place like this, but the vibes are great…!

Mashiro: Thank you for visiting “Angel Eye”. Prior to your audience with the Master, I’d like to advise you two on a few things.

Please turn off your cellphone or wristwatch alarm as they may interfere with the divination. Also, whispering to each other as you wait for your audience is also prohibited~

Momiji / Kaede: A–Alright.

Mashiro: No drinking or eating, no touching the ornaments, do not get near the master~... And! It’s forbidden to smoke at the manor! Please take note of these warnings.

Daniel: Ugh… It knows it was ‘bout time I wanted a smoke, huh.

Momiji / Kaede: (Wow, it looks like it’s used to showing guests inside…)

Mashiro: And without further ado.

*Bell jingles*

Momiji / Kaede: ……!

??: –Good evening. Welcome, you two.

Momiji / Kaede: Ah…

??: ……

Momiji / Kaede: (A–A divine child just appeared… He fits in with the interior design – It feels like I’ve wandered into another world…)

??: I’ve been waiting for you two.

Momiji / Kaede: (He looks ethereal, so much that it feels like he’ll disappear at any given moment…! I can’t believe he’s human like me… Someone like Daniel-san would get purified…!)

Daniel: Hey, you forgot how to speak or something? You okay?

Momiji / Kaede: Ah…!

Sorry, I couldn’t help but be captivated… I’m fine.

Uh, good evening. What did you mean when you said you were waiting for us?

??: ……

Ugh… ……

Momiji / Kaede: Huh?

??: Wha… whaaaa…!

Momiji / Kaede: Woah!? Hey… why did you suddenly hug m–

??: Ugh, hiccup… …

Momiji / Kaede: (He’s crying…)

(He’s so thin and light… it feels like his body might break right this moment…)

Momiji / Kaede: H–Hey, really, what happene–

Man in White A: H–How dare you!!!! It’s outrageous to embrace the master!

Man in White B: Get away from him immediately! Don’t touch him with your dirty hands!

Man in White C: Burn in hell! Burn in hellllll!

Momiji / Kaede: Whaaaat…!?

Daniel: We’re getting surrounded again…? Want me to break all of your pinkies this time?

Momiji / Kaede: I said no violence!

??: …Everyone, stop.

Man in White A: B–But…!

??: This person is my guest. Don’t do anything weird to them. No bad words, either.

Mashiro: Alright, everyone, leave the room as Toi wishes.

Man in White B: …As you wish.

Momiji / Kaede: (They’re all reluctant but they actually left…)

??: …I’m sorry. They’re not bad people – just a bit too earnest…

Daniel: So you’re the mast they’re referring to, huh.

??: Yes.

Daniel: …Hmm. This child is…

Mashiro: Come, Toi, dry your tears. You have yet to introduce yourself as well.

??: Right… I apologise for the delayed introduction.

Toi: It’s a pleasure to meet you. My name is Toi Shiramitsu – I’m the 6th head of the Shiramitsu family.

Momiji / Kaede: (Now that I take another look at Toi-kun, he really gives off a sacred sort of vibe)

(Yodaka-san also gave me that story about a one-eyed angel, but I guess that’s not about Toi?)

Momiji / Kaede: Likewise, I’m sorry as well. Here is my business card.

Toi: Oh, a business card…! Thank you. I don’t have one myself… I’m sorry.

Momiji / Kaede: That’s fine! Please pardon us for the sudden visit.

And this here is my superior, Iwabuchi.

Daniel: Hey.

Toi: It’s nice to meet you…!

Daniel: So what’s this Shiramitsu family? You said you’re the head? Sounds pretty exaggerated.

Toi: The Shiramitsu family is a family of diviners who have run Angel Eye for generations.

The general public may not know since it’s a unique industry, but it’s a fairly well-known family in the area…

Momiji / Kaede: I see. I guess they’re like the… head family of divination?

Toi: Yes… And… um…

To tell the truth, I knew you two would come here…

Momiji / Kaede: Oh, you said that earlier. You can find out things like that with divination, huh… that’s amazing.

(We should be able to find Nagi-kun’s whereabouts right away at this rate…)

Toi: …

I have a favour… to ask of you two. It’s the biggest favour of my life.

Momiji / Kaede: T–That came out of the blue!

(And it’s the biggest favour of his life… That’s a lot to ask for… If anything, we’re the ones who came to ask him for a favour… Oh, well.)

Um, what sort of favour is it? Could you please give us the details?

Toi: …My older brother… Will you please search for my older twin brother, Ryui Shiramitsu, with me!?

Daniel: Your older twin brother?

Toi: Yes. He went missing around 3 weeks ago.

…He, um… doesn’t get along with our family… in the first place and…

Daniel: Oh, so he decided to go down the bad path.

Toi: Ani-sama did nothing wrong!!

… Sorry. My family is a bit different.

Even so, we’re twins who were split from the same fate. The bond we share is one that’s thicker than blood…

Ani-sama won’t be able to leave this place no matter how strongly he hates the family. He’s here for me. And he’ll continue to be with me, for my sake, in the future too…

Momiji / Kaede: (Looks like it’s pretty complicated…)

Daniel: You can just find out where he is with your divination, right?

Toi: I can’t. The one who lends me their power isn’t treating my brother’s disappearance seriously…

Daniel: Oh~ Right. Yeah. That must be tough, eh?

Momiji / Kaede: (Ah, Daniel-san doesn’t believe him.)

Toi: Ani-sama has never gone off somewhere without telling me… I’m really worried.

Will you help me? Please…!

Momiji / Kaede: But why us specifically? I’m sure there are other people who would be able to do a better job…

Toi: Well…

That’s what fate promised me.

It told me that you two will… lead me to my brother.

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[gwalch-mei]

MY TIME HAS COME!!!! (hi jay :3) ok im just gonna start with my favorite remarkable line from knight of the cart!! (i dont have the page number atm sowwyyyyy) but lancelot says this when he thinks gawain abandoned him in the tower :(

“ah! how disastrously thy wheel has turned for me! thou hast mocked me shamefully! awhile ago i was up, but now i am down. i was well off of late but now, i am in a sorry state. not long since did thou smile on me but now thy eyes are filled with tears! alas poor wretch! why didst thou trust in her, when so soon she has deserted thee? behold! in a very little while she cast thee down from thy highest estate! fortune! it was wrong of thee to mock me thus! but what carest thou? thou carest not how it may turn out! ah sacred cross! oh holy ghost! how am i wretched and undone? how completely has my career been closed?

gawain! you who possess so much worth, and who’s goodness is unparalleled, surely i may well be amazed that you do not come to succor me! surely ye delay too long and are not showing courtesy. he ought indeed to receive your aid who you used to love so devotedly! for my part i may truly say that there is no lodging place or retreat on either side of the sea where i would not have searched for you! at least seven or ten years before finding you if i knew you to be in prison! but why do i thus torment myself? you do not care for me even though i take this trouble! the rustic is right when he says that it is hard nowadays to find a friend it is easy to rest the true friend in time of need. alas! more than a year has passed since i first was put inside this tower, i feel hurt gawain that you have so long deserted me! but doubtless you know nothing of all this, and i have no grounds for blaming you. yes! when i think of it, this must be the case! and i was very wrong to imagine such a thing! for i am confident that not for all the world contained would you and your men fail to release me from this trouble and distress, if you were aware of it! if for no other reason, you would be bound to do this out of love for me! your companion!” theyre also like. attached at the hip essentially in a good chunk of stories!! (go read the marvels of rigomer <333 love wins) like a VAST majority of lancelots quests gawain is usually also there!! also lancelot who frequently is disguised at tournaments so no one recognizes him, is without fail every damn time found out by gawain bc gawain recognizes his RIDING STYLE and just how he holds himself in general like. how much attention are you paying to him gawain???? gawain????????? answer us. they also have some kind of funny flirty banter in le morte when gawain gets kidnapped and lancelot saves him!! also gawains tied up while theyre being flirty. take that fact as you will :3 also this has already been brought up but the whole red hilted sword prophesy,,,,,,,, like what more could you want from a pairing omggggggggg <33 jay already brought up some VERY good points so theres not a whole lot else for me to add tbh like you did a great job w this!! but theres A LOT of VERY gay moments between both of them!! but to the person who asked im not sure how much arthuriana youve read but @queer-ragnelle has A LOT of scans of various texts and iirc @gringolet has some scans as well!! also hes posted this WONDERFUL collection of quotes. god theyre both so gay. so so so gay. i love doomed yaoi

please expand on the lancelot x gawain i keep seeing on your blog 🙏

okay sorry i took so long i decided to shower after you sent me this because i knew that if i started then i would never end up showering today. and then it was an unfinished routine so i had to lotion and brush my teeth and floss and do hair stuff too.

so, obviously, it's lancelot du lac and gawaine of orkney. both knights of the round table, etc etc. you know who they are. i hope. they're not exactly similar to their bbc merlin counterparts---lancelot is of noble birth in classic arthuriana, gawaine is arthur's nephew (though bbc merlin doesn't exactly...keep the familial relations that canon does), things like that---but i'd honestly say that their character personalities are similar enough that it's verging on acceptable! just as a reference point for you, i suppose.

gawaine has lost a fair fight only to six knights in his time, launcelot being one of them (Le Morte d'Arthur, Sir Thomas Mallory. book IV, chapter XVIII) (the other five being sir tristram, sir bors, sir percevel, sir pelleas, and sir marhaus). he is mentioned to throw fights against lancelot because he loves losing to him (cannot remember the source for the life of me) and, of course, lancelot always notices when he does.

then there's this famous quote:

(vulgate II, p140) where launcelot tells galehaut (another man that he arguably has...something...going on with) that he would share with gawaine everything he loves, save guinevere, in order to have gawaine forever. gawaine then goes on to say that, essentially, he would wish to be the most beautiful woman so that lancelot would love him as a wife.

also, in Morte, which i don't have photos of because my copy is a physical book rather than a pdf like how i'm reading vulgate and i don't want to take photos with my laptop camera. there is this quote "and Launcelot with this sword shall slay the man that in the world he loves best, that shall be Sir Gawaine." which is engraved in the hilt of the red hilted sword, balin's sword that merlin encases in stone and which galahad, lancelot's son, eventually wields.

^this, also. from vulgate IV, p140. after launcelot accidentally kills gawaine's brother gareth (named here as gaheriet; all the orkneys have...many ways of spelling their names. look up a list of all of gawaine's names over history, i dare you) who was guarding guinevere's cell...he begs gawaine to forgive him and even promises to swear himself and all his men into subservience to gawaine if gawaine would only forgive him. "I want to be your companion just as I used to be." mhm...

and "I'll swear to you on 'relics that I didn't kill your brother Gaheriet intentionally" is a huge promise. swearing on a holy relic in such a deeply, fundamentally christian society was the vow that you could make. the reason why honour was so important in that time was because the grand majority of people were illiterate, so one's word was the most one could give, in the majority of situations! and here is lancelot, saying that he'll swear on a holy relic that he did not mean to kill gareth if it means gawaine will forgive him and love him again.

there is also, right before gawaine eventually dies (from a sword wound to the head from lancelot) he writes a letter to launcelot begging forgiveness for having been so horrible to lancelot before his death, and wishing he could see him before he dies, for he knows he won't live long.

And then when paper and ink was brought, then Gawaine was set up weakly by King Arthur, for he was shriven a little to-fore; and then he wrote thus, as the French book maketh mention: Unto Sir Launcelot, flower of all noble knights that ever I heard of or saw by my days, I, Sir Gawaine, King Lot's son of Orkney, sister's son unto the noble King Arthur, send thee greeting, and let thee have knowledge that the tenth day of May I was smitten upon the old wound that thou gavest me afore the city of Benwick, and through the same wound that thou gavest me I am come to my death-day. And I will that all the world wit, that I, Sir Gawaine, knight of the Table Round, sought my death, and not through thy deserving, but it was mine own seeking; wherefore I beseech thee, Sir Launcelot, to return again unto this realm, and see my tomb, and pray some prayer more or less for my soul. And this same day that I wrote this cedle, I was hurt to the death in the same wound, the which I had of thy hand, Sir Launcelot; for of a more nobler man might I not be slain. Also Sir Launcelot, for all the love that ever was betwixt us, make no tarrying, but come over the sea in all haste, that thou mayst with thy noble knights rescue that noble king that made thee knight, that is my lord Arthur; for he is full straitly bestead with a false traitor, that is my half-brother, Sir Mordred; and he hath let crown him king, and would have wedded my lady Queen Guenever, and so had he done had she not put herself in the Tower of London. And so the tenth day of May last past, my lord Arthur and we all landed upon them at Dover; and there we put that false traitor, Sir Mordred, to flight, and there it misfortuned me to be stricken upon thy stroke. And at the date of this letter was written, but two hours and a half afore my death, written with mine own hand, and so subscribed with part of my heart's blood. And I require thee, most famous knight of the world, that thou wilt see my tomb. And then Sir Gawaine wept, and King Arthur wept; and then they swooned both. And when they awaked both, the king made Sir Gawaine to receive his Saviour. And then Sir Gawaine prayed the king for to send for Sir Launcelot, and to cherish him above all other knights. (Le Morte D'Arthur, Sir Thomas Mallory. book XXI, chapter II)

(vulgate IV, p139). honestly? no comment here. it speaks for itself. this bit is where the ship name remarkable comes from.

of course, this is by no means a comprehensive post, just moments i can remember off the top of my head. and a lot of this can be attributed to today's view of male homosociality and how it's changed since the middle ages, skewing our view of what could have been, by all means, a platonic relationship. however it is my personal belief and interpretation that they were in love <3 muah the end i hope you enjoyed. i tried my best to explain both story and cultural context the best i could without going into irrelevant detail...i hope this is enough!

[materialgworlas]

CURSED- JJK X BLACK FEM READER: Chapter 1 Meet The Gang

NOTE: this is a new account in posting from so this is all my old content!! i'll be posting new parts to this from this account now tho so follow plz 😘

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Cursed embodiment; the ability to assume curse form without being a vessel. in ancient history the L/ns were feared and even shunned from society for possessing this “power of the damned”- some brave souls even tried to persecute them… but swiftly failed. When cursed disciples of Sukuna came to ravage their home lands, the L/ns famously led the charge against the threat in a war that lasted almost 100 moons. After that the family seemed to disappear, choosing a reclusive and peaceful lifestyle disconnected from the worries of the world, though the land still revered them as heroes.

You’re Y/n L/n, a child prodigy jujutsu sorcerer and new student to Tokyo Jujutsu High. Being foreign, not many people here knows about your family lineage; principle Yaga was even hesitant to accept you. But then Gojo found out a L/n applied to come here, he’d personally vouched for your enrolment. You see, he knew your late father F/n L/n- one of the only sorceress able to beat the great Satoru Gojo with his incredible cursed technique you were lucky enough to inherit.

After a relatively simple initiation test your place at the school was secured, so here you are; training on the field… whilst a not so sneaky group of students watch you from afar

“Should we go over to her?” Yuji suggested, sneaking another quick glance at your distant figure. “We?” Megumi scoffed, though he too was interested in the mysterious foreign new student. Nobara was silent for a moment, briefly glancing between the two boys before telling out an exasperated sigh. “Would you two just stop being a pair of creeps and introduce yourselves!” she scolded. “Hey, who are you calling a creep?!” Yuji whined. “Tch if your so bothered about it then YOU go introduce yourself.” Megumi retorted. “I’m just saying, we’re gonna be working together at some point- may as well start off on the right foot.” “…Since when have you cared about starting on the right foot with people?” Yuji snorted. “She probably just needs a friend to go shopping with.” Megumi added. “Oh really?!” Noraba exclaimed before swiftly catching both their heads in headlocks.

Yuji was squealing and yelping, Megumi was growling to be let go and Nobara was demanding as apology virtually at the top of her lungs whilst tightening her grips around their necks which sent the two into a greater panic. It was a strange scene for you to watch from afar having been distracted by the distant noise… and an even stranger one to see up close as you approached the three.

“…Uh… everything alright?” you spoke up after a minutes of watching them all struggle. At the sound of your voice, the three sprung apart; blush dusting their embarrassed faces as you gave them each a confused look.

Woah… she’s pretty, they thought in unison taking in your unique features. You had smooth dark skin that glowed in the sun light, mid length Fulani braids with curled ends, large black orbs for eyes, a small cute nose and large plump glossed lips that curled downwards slightly in a confused frown. You were wearing leggings that accentuated the curves on your long legs and a black sports top that perfectly clung to your body as you stood at around 5”8.

“i-“ “We-“ “it’s not-“ they all tried to speak at once before giving each other dirty looks. But now you’d transitions from confused to amused watch the three struggle to explain. A soft chuckle escaped you before you quickly apologised, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t laugh. My name is L/n Y/n, I’m new to Jujutsu High.” You introduced. “Nobara Kugisaki, glad I’m not the only girl who’s a first year.” “I’m Yuji Itadori, from Sendai!” “Fushiguro.” “Nice to meet you all.” you politely smiled.

“I like girls like Megan thee stallion!” Yuji blurted out, “Uh… good to know?” you giggled. “So… Y/n, where you from?” Megumi asked, pretending like he didn’t care. “Uh… R/n, you’ve probably never heard of it. it’s a small island of the coast near the west coast of Africa, but I grew up in Europe.” You explained. “Huh, that explains the funny accent.” He hummed. “Well I happen to like your accent!” Nobara smiled, “And I love your sense of style- we should definitely go shopping sometime!” “Uh sure, I’d like that.” You smiled. “So Y/n, how long have you been a part of the sorcerer world?” Yuji asked “Uh… all my life? Why?” “Ah, it’s just… I only found out about this all not too long ago.” He sheepishly admitted. “Wha-?” “Basically he ate some manky special grade cursed finger and long story short- he’s Sukuna’s vessel.” Nobara cut in. “HUH?!” You yelped, staring wide eyed at the sweet looking boy. “Gross, right?” she snorted, “She’s got a point.” Megumi sighed. “Didn’t your parents teach you not to go eating random things?” you joked. “Haha, actually I was raised by my grandad- and he did teach me, but I was just trying to save Megumi from a curse.” “Tch, I had everything under control.” Megumi pouted, “Yeah right, I saw the pictures Gojo-senpai took.” Nobara snorted.

Just then a high pitched distressed scream rang out. Instantly, the four of you sprang into action- running to its source. There you found the man who’d picked you up at the train station, Gojo, perched on the thick branch of a tree where under it was a blonde man in a white suit stood with an irritated expression. “We heard screams!” a panda exclaimed, as it joined the scene with two other students. “Salmon!” the boy exclaimed, “What’s going on?” the girl with glasses asked turning to the blonde man. “He broke my glasses after I explicitly told him not to play with them.” The man explained. “You let Yuji play with them!” Gojo yelled from the tree branch. “No I didn’t-?  Itadori, what is he talking about?” Yuji had on a sheepish expression as the blonde man turned his irritated gaze to him. “IT WAS NOBARA’S IDEA AND I ONLY TRIED THEM ON FOR LIKE A SECOND!” He yelped, “MY IDEA?!” Nobara exclaimed, her face pink with anger, “IT WAS A STUPID DARE, I DIDN’T THINK YOU’D ACTUALLY DO IT, IDIOT!”. “Bonito flakes.” The boy said before showing pictures of Yuji and Nobara wearing the blonde man’s glasses on his phone. “Can I go now?” Megumi spoke up, a bored look on his face. “Wait a minute.” You hummed, taking the phone from the boy to room into the background of the picture; where low and behold had Megumi wearing Gojo’s blindfold and the blonde man’s tie. “Really Fushiguro?” the girl snickered.

By now it was getting harder and harder to contain your laughter from the ridiculousness of this whole situation. Your shoulder bounced as you had a hand clasped over your mouth to muffle the sounds. “Awww, look your making me look bad in front of my new student!” Gojo whined. At this the blonde man finally turned to you for the first time. “My apologies for this… unusual situation, I understand this it’s the best first impression of your new school. My name Nanami Kento, a first grade sorcerer and teacher here at Jujutsu Tech, nice to meet you.” He introduced, bowing. “I’m L/n Y/n and it’s nice to meet you Nanami-Senpai.” You returned.

“And those are our upperclassman.” Megumi said gesturing to the panda and the two others, “Zenin-Senpai, the best of all students at wielding cursed tools. That’s the cursed speak user Inumaki-senpai- he can only speak in rice ball ingredients. And panda-senpai.” You greeted them all accordingly. “Ah, you must know Okkotsu-Senpai!” you exclaimed, the group gave you a started look. “I met him briefly in my travels, he mentioned his friends Zenin Maki, inumaki toge and panda!” you explained. “Huh, well anyone who’s a friend of Yuta is a friend of mine.” Panda smiled patting your head.

“There you all are!” a breathless voice called out, you turned to see a tall thin man with black hair, glasses and an iPad in hand run up to Nanami. “There’s a new mission for the first years, where’s Gojo-?” “Right here Ijichi!” he exclaimed suddenly next to the man before he snatched the iPad from him to read the report. “Multiple curses sighted… abandon hospital… extremely dangerous… yeah yeah...” He muttered as he read, “Okay! Come on kids, it’s time for Y/n’s first mission!” he exclaimed in a sing song tone as he turns to leave, Nanami smacked the back of Gojo’s head before calling the second years to follow him.

“My first mission.” You smile to yourself.

[awigglycultist]

I'm lying in bed and cuddling my Wiggly and it's time to finally rewatch Honey Queen now that's its on youtube!

God I love this theme song

Jae's and Bryce's voices!!!! They're so good!

"you fill my heeaarttt wiiithhhhh joy."

Dan's "winning smile" is mentioned in both Witch in the Web and here, that may or may not be important

"no one wants to go to your stupid cherry festival."

The four blonde boys!! Ugh I love river and I hope everyone else loves him just as much

We know River is 6 but I wonder how old the other boys are

"how big are you looking to go? Reduction? Ah that's a shame"

GOD Roman is SUCH a bitch. Smiling and doing that little song after Linda says she doesn't like that.

God I remember seeing that Jon was Roman and just being such suprise and awe like omg I immediately knew this would be such a fun character and Jon would be great

"your my honey queen :)"

"something your good at?" "I'm a mother." ahh parallels to "all you gotta do is just do what you do best" "shop" "be a mother"

Hnnngg Zoey

Linda just saying she won't allow Zoey to compete dndjehdh

"now I know there's a judge I can seduce that you can't"

"awwww you gonna cry boomer?"

"I got stick for you right here ;)"

"SHE CALLED ME A BOOMER GERALD!"

God I love them. Gerald is just. So head over heels in love with Linda. And loves her being evil and cheating. They're so great

WOOO THE SEA CAPTAIN

I love Angela dndjdjd

Poor Liz :( she moved ten years ago!!

ONCE A CHEMIST ALWAYS A CHEMIST

God wtf is up with Hatchetfield's hatred for Clivesdale. Like it is no longer a fun town rivalry they are kicking ppl out bc they're from Clivesdale. What the fuck is up.

Linda doing the job transfer of one of the constants and then saying "I'd say go to hell but your already moving there" I've said in the past I'd like to imagine that she's referring to Hell, Michigan. But I just realized Linda says "she's going to love Dubuque" so no Amber is definitely not moving to Hell. Come on Langs there was prime moment for a reference to Michigan there!

Ugh Zoey's such a bitch for outing Zach jeez

Always I want more of Zach and I want to see Josh asap they deserve better and I love them

Also if we ever see Josh he should played Joey, you know why

SAM SWEETLY

They very much did NOT get out Hatchetfield actually Zoey

Emma 🤝 Zoey

Baristas that hate hatchetfield and want to get out of it more than anything but end up dying in it

MALONE! Fucking werido

"you dirty girl"

Once again I need to see Malone and Gary solving crime together also again I believe Gary wasn't in this episode

"Mommy, why did you pay that stinky man?"

"damn straight!"

PROFESSOR HENRY HIDGENS!!!! AHHH MY BELOVED!!! AND NICK DOES A GREAT JOB!

If I'm correct Ted and Zoey are the only ones to have called Hidgens "Hidge"

I forgot that Mimaw was the first woman to swim the Nantucket Chanel

"bye bitch."

Did Sam kinda kill Mimaw bc he very purposefully switched the prescriptions and did it wanting her to die? Yeah. Should the nurses have paid more attention and were definitely being neglectful not checking the doses? Also yeah, chestnut estates needs to hire better ppl

It's okay Mimaw deserved to die she's homophobic

"whaaat. Thee. Fuuckkk?"

Oh god I forgot how terrible Linda was to the homless guy, "your going to work for a change" ughh ew

Also I still want to cry every time I see homeless man thanks again Time Bastard

Love that he's in a suit but still wearing a beanie

WOOO LATTE HOTTE IS SO GOOOD

"I'm the latte hotte you asked about" very much feels like it's directed at the audience. Like us having always been trying to figure out who that latte hotte is, asking the Langs who it is. And now Zoey says it's her

Paul! Also wow rewatching it after seeing the post about Paul being out of character yeah that "sure" does feel odd especially since its so casual and not like confused and anxious

"I don't know who the 'Emma' bitch is. Get it right"

"oh yeah! Latte Hotte! Very nice" ahh the Ted is coming through

"I can't stop dumping ass" still get me dkdjdbdbdb

AHHH I LOVE GERALD FUCK YEAH STAND UP FOR YOUR WIFE

ZOEY'S SCREAM AFTER LINDA WALKS AWAYS RJRBFUVFHDHDDNDNDJDNXJDND "aaaaaaaa"

So we know there's a Hatchetfield high ofc and a Hatchetfield elementary, there's probably a Hatchetfield middle school too. We know about Sycamore high ofc so I'm sure there's an sycamore elementary and middle too right. I wonder if there's more elementary schools too.. Where I live all the towns have like 5 elementary schools and then 1 middle and 1 high. So I wouldn't be suprised if there's more elementary schools in hatchetfield.

Obnoxious/Cineplex Teen my beloved!!!

"WE THINK YOU SOUND SEXY!"

Oh I'm also kinda surprised Charlotte wasn't even mentioned in this episode

"Yes. Yes. Fuck em. Fuck em straight to hell. Assholes." "Just crown her! Crown her now!" very easy to please

"please, don't make me cheat again, I already feel dirty" god mood. I've cheated on a test once ever in my life and I felt so terrible and dirty after it.

"woo go Lin! :)" "yay mom! :D"

Yeah I'm not in AP Govt but those of you saying that CT is AP Govt bc of that question are definitely right. Fucking nerd

"helpmethroughthisandI'llfundyourfuckingmusical" "deal. All right!"

Hidgens said he wants the rich to pay their fair share of taxes while being rich and wanting to be even richer for working boyz, iconic.

God. The build to her answer. "the perfect answer. The only answer" and then "I hate homless people" it's so good

Oooh I wanna say something about Hailey so bad but I don't wanna put any spoilers for the other eps in this.

Also this scene hits harder bc recently one of friends who's in choir lost her voice the day of a performance that she had a solo in and god she was absolutely destroyed (luckily she got her voice back in time)

I feel like Hidgens shouldn't be allowed to boo one of the constants.

Ooooh Henry's dramatic turn "I betrayed you? Zoey. 'working Girls'? I don't think so." CHILLS

Sam's fucking sunglasses (if you know the post you know the post. Ash is a genius)

QUEEN BEE AHHHH

PRETTY LADY HNGGG I AM IN LOVE

Corey's directing for Queen Bee!!!!!!! It's so good!!

Reminder that 4 yr is not okay to let your kid to the bathroom by themselves, ass seen with Gerald saying he needed to take River to the bathroom in Black Friday, but 6 is totally okay to let them go by themselves as seen in this.

"hey don't be scared. I'm a cop" nddhdb

"which kid?" ugh jeez still gets me djfjd

"my boyfriend? He's a cop. He can make your son... Disappear, and the rest of the force will just look the other way." god Starkid really said fuck cops so much this episode I love it (and they're fucking right with this line too)

"River? You piss all over yourself again?"

"I'll kick his ass, you kick hers. Love you :)"

A big, beefy guy™

Oh wow I forgot about "and it's not just gonna be you. I'm gonna kill River, then your other brats, then I'm gonna out a bullet in your wife's skull!" like damn that's fucked up (appropriately for hatchetfield ofc)

God Sam is so dumb sjdbrndbdb "man, am I just shitty cop?" yeah you are dude

Okay the "sweetest women in hatchetfield" thing has been talked about plenty that's obviously but we should talk about "the constant who best embodies the spirt of this town" more. The people who best embody Hatchetfield are ruthless. The "hungriest". They will do anything to get what they want. They will kill without hesitation to become honey queen. That's who best embodies Hatchetfield.

Hnnngg Linda's speech over the phone to Gerald :( and he'll never get to hear it :(

The Starkid cult the church of the Starry Children

God Roman is insane and I love him and Jon's great

"Gerald can't help you now. He's dead :)"

"Nibbly will gift us wealth and power" holy shit I forgot that! Roman is only rich thanks to Nibbly!!! Also this seems to mean that the others in the church are rich too we know Shelia is and she's rich. So yeah the theories about other certain rich members being in the church too definitely makes sense (tho I don't think Hidge is bc I don't think he would've helped Linda to get money for working boyz knowing she'd be sacrificed)

I love Nick smiling at the end of eps he looks so proud and happy but also the kind of smirk like "ohh your hurt? Did this episode make you feel things huh? Fuck yeah we fucking got you" and I love it

This song really is batshit

Omg remember when the album for Honey dropped and we were predicting that Curt would play Nibbly bc of him singing in the Nibbly Ditty? Nsdjdndnd

Omg I love Curt and James in this the faces they're doing, Curt standing there and being creepy, James absolutely dancing and being creepy jdkddb I love it

[jiminrings]

hi hannah !! can i request a drabble where jungkook visits florist!y/n and he went “hi i’m here to get a flower for my girlfriend” and the girlfriend is y/n. i’m sorry if it doesn’t make sense 😭 love u <3

full blooms

love u too bestie <3

aka jungkook really should’ve thought this through!!

...... oh no

there are so many people in the shop

not just any shop though :D

sometimes you collectively forget that this is yOUR shop and you’re the literal owner of it and you’re not just working it

and sometimes, you forget just how influential things could be

case in point: kim taehyung !!

kim taehyung as in the hottest musician in the scene rn, who happens to be vante on spotify, AND someone who you just happen to know as kim taehyung!!!

kim taehyung as in the friendly customer who comes into your shop more oftenly to look at your flowers than to buy them

and you just let him look at them without buying anything because there’s no harm in it!! the guy is just straight-up Vibing looking at the flowers

(and he also leaves a handsome tip in your jar even when he doesn’t buy anything!!)

you just knew him to be that pleasant customer,,, not exactly a world-renowned musician you couldn’t exactly piece together

but apparently, you’re now more aware than ever lmao

taehyung sneaked in the name of your flower shop somewhere into the lyrics of the mOST famous song from his newly-released album

flowers from spring day on my mind, corner of the street with the neon sign, heaven on my mind and i spent no dime

goddamn

it just so happens that you letting THEE vante look at flowers as he pleases has become his favorite routine and it just makes him so happy in general

so happy to the point that your shop is specifically mentioned

— so, so happy to the point that your shop had become fully-packed and was making single-file lines that stretched all across four blocks overnight

so sO happy to the point that he had unknowingly become a catalyst for your shop to be almost fined because so many people were clogging sidewalks and a warning to get it together so that there would be better organization

YOUR SHOP WAS LITERALLY FEATURED ON THE NEWS?????

anyways, taehyung slipped in from the staffroom you mentioned to him in passing two days after he dropped his album, and then could you properly freak out about him

he was giggly the whole time when you were spouting out your disbelief for him but tHEN he also apologized for all the (positive & money-making) trouble he’s gotten you into

and he managed to sales-talk you (u swear u are the boss here) into collaborating with him for a limited collection with all the favorite flowers he’s taken note of so he could share it with his fans

he even brought you a notebook with all the illustrations and ideas he’s conceptualized so yeah,,,, there’s that

not only do you serve more than a full house in your flower shop and spend much more hours and energy, you’ve also agreed to add something big into your plate that’s easily getting crowded

what a good thing you have jungkook :D

you could literally not ask for a better boyfriend than jungkook

he’s been so supportive the whole time and he kept sHRIEKING when you casually told him that the frequent sight-seeing customer turned out to be vante himself

“all this time?! all this time and you fORGOT to mention to me that he wears a leather watch and a pearl necklace??? baby, those are basically his trademarks!!”

he supports you in ways you can’t even fathom <3

he was supposed to help you in the shop to help tackle the horde of vante-loving and flowers-from-spring-day enthusiasts, but he got an even better idea

he spent the whole week designing and building an online website for spring day from scratch!! he wanted it to be perfect for you and everything you stand by

also even him, a computer sciences graduate, had to back up the website extra nifty because he already predicts that it would get so much traffic (!!)

he took it upon himself to hire from his friends to be your helpers for the shop because ur severely under-staffed

he has tHREE more-than-willing candidates!!!

jimin’s summer job in college was him being a cashier in goddamn music festivals :D OF COURSE he’s gonna be the greatest cashier you’ll ever have!!! he can whip up change even before the customer hands the bills; he’s that good

he also has a great stern voice of making people stand in organized lines and not cut it so that would come handy

hoseok has a great instinct for color theory!!! he just knows what works and what doesn’t and you need an extra mind to help conceptualize arrangements in the blink of an eye

namjoon is a master of small talk and an all-rounder!! you have a loT of customers who have no gist whatsoever on what they want, and you don’t want to risk giving them an arrangement they loathe!! he knows how to hit it

he was actually so excited when jungkook pitched him a job offer

he could literally go “y/n, the lady in yellow has a dalmatian. i could tell she would tulips in her arrangement along with hydrangeas.”

so that’s that, basically

you and jungkook have been hectic and apart for a whole week because you practically sleep in the shop trying to keep up with everything

he’s actually keeping the website and sneaky hires from you as secrets in the meantime because he wants to surprise you!!! like literally right now

he enters from the staffroom and make sure none of the people waiting by the entrance see him because that would be utter chaos

the shutters are all closed so no one from outside can see what’s inside, but you actually fAIL to realize that your shop would still be closed for another ten minutes

the moment you hear a voice, your mind automatically goes to “hi! welcome to spring day. what blooms would you like?” mode :|

jungkook frowns because you look so haggard under his trained eye even if you still look well-kempt!! you can’t have your shops and yourself appear ratty in the eager instagram stories that taehyung’s fans take

but that’s okay!!! he’ll coax you to come home with him tonight because he’s gonna tell you about his hires this morning

“hi! welcome to spring day. what blooms would you like?”

you briefly look up to send a smile, already fetching your paper on your left hand and twine and scissors on the other

“hi! i’m here to get flowers for my girlfriend.”

“that sounds lovely. what would you-“

wait

hold on a second

that’s jungkook’s voice....??

that’s your bOYFRIEND’S VOICE???

“j-jungkook?”

you mutter and the boy beams in return, registering the blank look on your face to be surprise instead of what you’re thinking

the tears suddenly pool at the corner of your eyes even before you realize

“is this your way of breaking up with me?”

...

.....

“what? nO!”

your shoulders visibly sag in relief but jungkook’s clearly perplexed on how you even came to that

“why would i ever be dumb enough to break up with you?” he immediately consoles you when you bury your face in your hands, hopping over the counter to put you in a massive hug

“i-i haven’t slept, dummy!! and i figured that you hate me because we haven’t seen each other for a week and-“

you say in between sobs and chuckles, giggling when your cheeks are smushed and jungkook keeps peppering you with wet kisses

“ten minutes before opening,” kook sweetly reminds you, kissing you on the lips after an entire week that the sheer euphoria he’s getting now is enough to last another

“mhmmm,” you hum when he presses his warm hand on the small of your back, “tell me about your week in ten minutes.”

“sounds good,” he affirms, scratching your scalp that makes you relax even more until he stops red-faced —

“but like, while multitasking, y’know? kiss me while i tell you about my week.”

[frombeyondtheblackhole]

Hermit DSMP Swap AU: Part 11.3 1/2???

[Note: ok, so I forgot to write Foolish’s perspective after he escapes the spawn trap all the way back in part 11.2, so here it is. Enjoy... my organization of this fic is such a mess.]

As soon as Foolish was far enough away that he knew he wasn’t being followed he pulled out his phone and texted Punz.

[ZombieCleo: Punz, you need to find genesis]

[Falsesymmetry: What?]

[ZombieCleo: They put her in a box somewhere. You need to find her.]

Without waiting for another reply Foolish dismissed his phone and started running again. He needed to get back.

Several minutes later Foolish ran down the path, the great walls of Boatem looming up ahead of him. He ran through the gates relief washing over him as he spotted Punz standing with Genesis in front of his house.

“Genesis!” he cried out.

She looked up and smiled, running to meet him “Papa!”

He scooped her up in his arms and hugged her close.

“Papa, I was scared, Big sis said there was fighting.”

“I’ll never let them hurt you again,” he whispered into her shoulder.

Punz walked up behind her, ther brow furrowed. “What happened to you?” Thee asked, looking at Foolish’s new scars and purple eye.

Foolish looked over Genesis' shoulder at Punz, his expression going dark.

“It was cannon,” Foolish said before walking past Punz into his house.

—

Foolish sat on the beach, the cool sand between his toes. He looked down at his hands, the new black scars tracing the formerly gray skin. When he thought about it he could still feel the shadow of the pain, the void tearing him apart from the inside out, Pearl holding onto him like a vice as they fell into nothingness.

Foolish shuddered and looked up at Genesis who was playing by the water line, making little patterns in the sand with her toes and watching the water come up and wash them away. Foolish smiled softly at the sound of her delighted laughter as the water lapped at her legs. She loved the water so much, she reminded Foolish of her Grandmother Puffy in that way.

“Hey Foolish, we need to talk,” Punz said coming up next to Foolish ther hands tucked in ther hoodie pockets.

Foolish glanced up at thim and then back at Genesis. Ever since his death he hadn't let Genesis out of his sight.

Punz sighed “I know you don’t want to but I need to know what happened. You can’t keep avoiding this.”

Foolish pursed his lips, “You’ve never died before have you. You wouldn’t want to talk about it either if it was you,” he said without looking away from Genesis.

“Fair point,” Punz said sitting down on the sand next to Foolish. “I don’t need to know about the death. I just need to know what happened while you were gone.”

Foolish glanced at Punz “They’d made a spawn trap. They said they wanted information. I didn’t tell them anything. I used magic to escape the trap and texted you as soon as I could. You know the rest.”

“They wanted information?” Punz mused rubbing ther chin. “We could do with some of that of our own… Maybe it is high time we retaliated. That Grian fellow seems to be in charge, or perhaps their admin, if we could get one of them alone-”

Foolish shook his head “We don’t have the resources to deal with an admin at the moment, we were only able to lock Dream up because all of us were there and we happened to have the prison ready. And Grain, he can do this thing where he creates portals out of thin air. I don’t think we could hold him even if we wanted to.”

“Alright then, who would you suggest?”

Foolish looked up at the blue sky and the wisps of clouds on the horizon as he considered the question. “Pearlescent Moon,” He said, “She was kind of like the common sense of the Boatem group. She also seemed to be the one leading the last two attacks.”

Punz nodded “Alright, I’ll try and come up with a plan. I’ll fill you in when I have more but I’m gonna need to know I can rely on you. I can’t do this alone.”

Foolish looked back at where Genesis was playing, she looked back at him and smiled waving. He smiled softly back at her. She deserved to grow up in a safe world, and to be able to meet her siblings and her grandmother. He turned back to Punz and nodded “You can count on me, whatever you need.”

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Hello!! Could i request in some Penelope Garcia x Male!Reader where the reader would be Derek's little brother and absolutely head over heels in love with Penny, but hiding it from Derek because he is afraid what Derek might think?

Hey, sorry this took a little while, I hope you like it!!

Word count: 1500ish

Warnings: None that I can think of?

Being Derek Morgan’s younger brother definitely had it’s perks, for instance, none of the high school bullies would even look your way with a brother like Derek. You were three years younger than him, but his reputation had you covered through the entirety of your highschool career. Well, it was a mix of your brother and your sister's reputation if you were being honest. Although Derek likes to believe its all his doing. It's always quite amusing when Sarah calls him out on his 'bullshit' as she always puts it.

You had taken two weeks off from a corporate job you hated to stay in Virginia and see your brother. You figured he was always going to California to visit, you figured it was about time you went to him. The two of you were close growing up and that hadn’t faded too much as adults, you’d like to think. So you’d booked the time off work, booked a hotel, and decided not to tell him. You knew he’d probably have a case anyway but it would be a nice surprise while it lasted.

You had dumped your luggage in your hotel room first before heading over to your brother’s place of work. The hotel room was nice enough, a double bed with a bedside table either side. The bed itself was nice, it had a white bed cover with a deep purple throw at the bottom. A desk on the far wall with a view out of the window. It had a dark wooden floor, an oak wardrobe. All in all, not too bad.

After scoping out the room you heading back into your car, turning on the radio before beginning to make your way to the FBI Headquarters. “Siri, call Penelope Garica,”

"Hello, oracle of all knowledge, how may I assist thee?"

"Well, I was wondering if Derek was on a case?"

"My chocolate thunder?" Penelope's voice sounded through your phone. "Nope, he's in the office doing some paperwork,"

"Good, I'm on my way to you now," You reply. You'd messaged Penelope a few weeks ago informing her that you were going to be staying there for a few weeks.

“Hey, Stud Muffin,” Penelope greeted as you walked out of the elevator. You give her a grin.

“Hey, Penelope,” You chime, “Have you seen Derek anywhere? He doesn’t know I’m here, I thought I’d give him a nice surprise,”

“Well, my handsome, your brother is currently out on a coffee run,” Penelope said, “You should stick around, he should be back in a few anyway. You can come and sit with me in my office if you want!”

You gave a nod, hoping she couldn’t tell how nervous you felt. You see, you’ve had a crush on The Penelope Garcia for the last God knows how long. You had desperately tried to hide it from the moment you started developing feelings. Trying to squish them down, you were pretty sure she didn’t feel the same way about you and even if she did - she was Derek’s coworker and close friend. It was one of the unspoken rules: don’t date your siblings' friends. And you weren't about to break that rule. Not without your brother's permission anyway. And you doubted that you actually had the balls to do that anytime soon.

"Do you know how long he'll be?" You asked as you followed her to her batcave. "Not- Not that I don't want to sit with you,"

Garcia gave you a smile as she continued walking, "Don't worry, I know you love me, Hot Stuff," She said with a smile, "He left about five minutes ago but Spencer ordered a fancy double espresso and Derek always get confused about my order, so about another ten minutes?"

You nodded. Ten minutes you could last ten minutes without crumbling and confessing your undying love. Jesus, undying love? 'When did I become that sappy?' You asked yourself mentally rolling your eyes.

"Baby girl," Derek announced, around ten minutes later, walking into her batcave with her coffee.

"Thank you my chocolate thunder!" Penelope cheered and turned round. You couldn't help but smile at her happiness. As you turned around with her.

"Surprise,"

"(Y/N)!" Derek grinned, pulling you into an embrace, "What are you doing here?"

"I can go if you want," You offered cheekily.

With a roll of his eyes, Derek continued, "Why didn't you tell me you were gonna be here?"

"For the surprise, duh, it isn't a surprise if you know about it," You sassed.

"How long are you staying for?"

"About two weeks,"

"Come on, let's go tell the rest of the team you're here," Derek said. Penelope grinned, grabbing your hand to lead you there. God you hoped your hands were clammy. You also hoped that Derek (or anyone else) wouldn't pick up up on your little crush for Miss Garcia.

"Look who it is!" Emily grinned seeing Penelope pull you into the bullpen, you gave them all a small wave. "How have you been?"

"Alright I suppose, being Derek's brother is always tiring,"

"I can imagine," Emily laughed.

"Tiring enough working with him," JJ joined in.

"Alright, alright," Derek chuckled, before turning to you, "I have to go to a meeting, but we will talk as soon as I get out okay? We'll think up some plans, alright?"

You gave a short nod, sitting yourself down at Derek’s desk whilst he walked off to attend his meeting. You were tempted to rearrange everything - knowing it would annoy him when he got back. Deciding to go for it, you swapped the pen at his desk with one from the bottom drawer, you turned the first page of the file he was working on upside down. And then, just for good measure, you unscrewed the light bulb of his desk lamp and hid it in his bottom drawer.

“You up to mischief?” Rossi asked, you looked up seeing the familiar Italian man and beamed.

“Not if you’re going to tell Derek,” You grinned.

“Of course not,” Rossi said, placing his hands in the air. “Just wanted to let you know he’s very particular about the way his monitor is tilted,” Your grin widened, and messed around with the screen for a second before leaning back, proud of your work. They seemed like simple things, but they would annoy your brother when he realised.

"Hey (Y/N)," Spencer acknowledged as he walked into the bullpen, "When did you get here?"

Derek walked out of the meeting around twenty minutes later, “Come on, let’s go somewhere to work out what we could do for your stay,” Derek said, leading you to the round table room.

"About twenty minutes ago?" You said. "I think,"

Eventually, you both had sorted out a rough schedule, drinks tonight, binge watching die hard tomorrow, Rossi’s family cooking lesson that Tuesday, then drinks again on Wednesday, depending on Derek’s case workload. And you could sort out the rest after Wednesday.

“Alright, well, I shall leave you to your work,” You said with a tight grin, making your way to the door.

“Pump the brakes,” Derek said as you tried to walk past him, you sigh and stop, turning to him.

“Yes?”

“What’s going on with you?”

“Me?” You asked, pointing to yourself, “Nothing’s going on with me,”

“I don’t need to be a profiler to know you’re lying, (Y/N),”

You let out a groan as you sat down in one of the chair, “Okay, fine,” You huff, “I’ll tell you, but no questions or comments until the end,”

“Okay,” Derek said, rolling his eyes slightly.

“Don’t - Don’t laugh or anything, I would never do anything because she’s your friend and I’m not that sort of brother,” You rambled before forcing yourself to take a deep breath. "I'm pretty sure I'm in love with Penelope,"

Derek's eyebrows shoot up, he battles to fight off the smirk that begins to grow, followed by the chuckle. "That's what's got you so nervous?" When you nod he continued, "I don't care if you date The Miss Penelope Garcia. In fact I encourage it. All I have had to hear from her is how cute she thinks you are. For the love of all things holy please, just ask the woman out,"

"You're not mad?"

"Why would I be mad?"

"She's your friend," You state.

"And?" Derek asked.

"And I didn't want you- I was… Nervous… about what you'd think,"

"Honestly?" Derek asked, when you nodded, he continued. "I think you're great together. If you got together I'd be happy for you. If you hurt her, I'd definitely smack you. If she hurts you, I'd maybe give her the cold shoulder for the day,"

"So we're good?" You asked, Derek rolled his eyes with a fond smile, patting your shoulder.

"We'll always be good," He said, "Now, go ask her out."

(She said yes)

[pillow-anime-talk]

wap challenge.

synopsis: ‘WAP challenge’ versus our lovely boys.

# tags: headcanons; current relationships; aged up; romance; mild comedy and fluff; suggestive?

includes: female reader ft. hitoshi shinsou & you shindou {bnha} + eita semi & tobio kageyama {hq!!} + seijuurou mikoshiba & rin matsuoka {free!}

— HITOSHI

↘ It was absolutely NOT YOUR idea to do this challenge. Mina was the initiator of it all, because she’s addicted to the TikTok app, plus she knows every trend that is currently taking place. Plus, she’s your bestie, so it’s super obvious that you’ll do a lot of (stupid) things with her to keep an eye on her silly ass. 

↘ UMMM, anyway. Also not gonna lie, but you liked to dance, so it was much easier to induce you this time, hehe.

↘ Therefore, a few trainings later, you could easily record the ‘WAP challenge’ and put it on the pink-haired teenager’s popular account. 

↘ Meanwhile, your lovely boyfriend was in the coffee bar with Denki. Unexpectedly, the latter got a notification on his phone. 

↘ (Of course, we all know that Kaminari is the second TikTok biggest fan and his content is something like ‘Top10 things I don’t like about Bakugo’.)

↘ Coming back to the topic, the blonde’s eyes automatically widened when he saw the video inserted into Mina’s account; he wasn’t surprised by the young girl’s idea and its general performance, but you... He totally didn’t expect it! After all, you were the complete opposite of a crazy pinky one and you were literally the voice of reason in your friendship.

↘ “Oh, God... Wow. You have to see this, Shinsou.” He laughed under his breath, then restarted the short video and turned the black phone to the boy who currently drinking colored bubble tea.

↘ Well. Needless to say, some cold tea flew out of his mouth and his both cheeks turned redder than Kirishima’s hair.

↘ Aaaand he got an boner.

— YOU

↘ That mf... Okay. 

↘ Listen to me.

↘ Honestly, you were never interested in having an account on this whole TikTok app, but you saw a tons YouTube videos of people dancing to an English-speaking female rapper’s song and you just found it as a fun and interesting activity (+ you really liked this lit song, so...).

↘That’s why, you pushed back the furniture in your own room, which was in the Ketsubutsu Academy dorm, and put on a music. The first three attempts were just learning the steps, but by the fourth time you were ready for the real dance, so you tied your hair in a high ponytail to make it more comfortable and corrected the top of your clothes.

↘ Absorbed in setting up the camera and playing the song at the right moment, you didn’t even notice when your boyfriend entered your room. Of course he wanted to say hi or just kiss your pretty face, but at the same moment you jumped up and lifted your leg, quickly dropping to your knees.

↘ Shindou’s eyes widened while he resting his arm against your bedroom white wall. He even bit his lip, feeling a pleasant tingling in the stomach and throat.

↘ To say that he was delighted is definitely not enough.

↘ And when you finished the dance with the split, your boyfriend was still silent... However there was a sound of clapping and mouth pecking throughout the room. Slightly frightened, you turned towards him, and your cheeks flushed deeply.

↘ “Well, well, well. I didn’t expect that, but... I’d love to see it again, babe.” He winked at you, and you quickly covered your red face with your hands, still sitting on the floor.

— EITA

↘ All of us know perfectly that Semi is... a very serious man. I mean, have you seen how much he gives while he playing volleyball and helping his lovely teammates? Eita takes many things seriously (both at school and in private life) hence his strong character and his frequent lack of playfulness when you both have a small talk.

↘ However, you still love him very much and you would do anything for this big baby boy to make him happy and make him feel loved and appreciated as your boyfriend, friend and also volleyball player.

↘ Anyway, you didn’t expect that one day he would come over to your house and your mother would let him in, saying that ‘as always, you are at your own bedroom, listening to music’.

↘ Eita also didn’t expect anything special that day; he just came to you to spend Saturday watching interesting anime, some movies, talking and possibly ordering a pizza at his treat, but then he opened the door to your room and literally at the same moment he saw that you swing your leg up, and after a while you get down on your both knees.

↘ Of course he was so shocked because, firstly, he didn’t expect you to dance, and secondly, he didn’t expect you to dance this kind of moves...

↘ The poor boy who always took everything around him seriously couldn’t absorb for the next few seconds the fact that some people do a lot of things for fun... not for awards and medals like him and his beloved team.

↘ Fortunately, he quickly shook his head and laughed a bit under his breath when you barely managed to do a splits.

— TOBIO

↘ HAHAHGAHHAHDDAHAHAADDXXHJXJXDD. SORRY. I MEAN...

↘ The poor baby boy has his head high in the clouds and is only interested in the volleyball or matches, the milk in the carton from the school vending machine and you.

↘ Therefore, he’s not into the social media like Twitter, TikTok, Tumblr or YouTube. Sometimes he just steals your Spotify or Netflix account, but that’s all.

↘ Therefore, when one random day Hinata and Yamaguchi ran up to him with orange-head’s phone in his hand and a few seconds later asked if he had already seen the video with you in the lead role, the black-haired young man raised an eyebrow up, not understanding about what his two teammates talked at that moment.

↘ However, when after a short while he saw a dance video with loud music on the app on Shouyou’s phone, a small wrinkle appeared on his forehead and his mouth tightened into a narrow line.

↘ When the video was over, he thanked his besties, then took his own smartphone out of his pants pocket to search for your name in contacts. He quickly wrote you a short message, and as you read it, a huge blush appeared on your both cheeks.

↘ Tobi! | 14:23 ; Why didn’t you tell me that you dance? You’re pretty good at it. I’d like to see it privately. See you after classes :).

— SEIJUUROU

↘ :D

↘ Let’s start with the fact that Seijuurou is definitely a social animal and knows a lot of phone apps (unlike Haikyuu boys, lmao).

↘ I mean, he knows perfectly well all Twitter or Tumblr jokes and general slang, his favorite app is probably Instagram, and the Urban Dictionary is his second home, his bestie. Not need to mention that you share Netflix together, you two also are on the same Discord channel, and on top of that, he makes a shitpost on his own Facebook profile.

↘ No wonder that one day when he caught you dancing to the Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion song, he immediately joined to you. As if dancing had been in his veins from the day he was born, almost like swimming.

↘ The young man literally took all your viewers off the account and all the beauty of the fame you worked hard while you putting your own content on the channel.

↘ ‘Well... I expected that.’

↘ After a few days, of course, you changed the main theme of your account and instead of creating it by yourself, you shared it with your beloved boyfriend (after all, you couldn’t refuse the fans and the red-head...).

↘ Now you put all kinds of videos and posts together, and the people on TikTok like both of you very much and consider you two to be the sweetest couple in the whole world.

↘ Camila and Shawn are nothing compared to you!

— RIN

↘ I think Rin would know what TikTok is, and also know that you have an account there, but he has never been more interested in it than necessary. 

↘ I mean, it might have existed, but he wouldn’t be interested in getting into the ‘world’ of any influencers and celebrities.

↘ Well. 

↘ The big boy was very busy with swimming and with planning your dates...

↘ So when he listened to music on YouTube one randomly evening and totally accidentally click a complication video with ‘WAP Challenge’ tiktoks, he was surprised that you showed up as one of the dancers.

↘ Your all movements were polished and super strong. You danced really great, better than Rin could ever have imagined. Dressed in black shorts and a gray top, you fit well with the sounds and voice of a female rapper, and as the cherry head knew English, his tongue automatically lick his lower lip.

↘ Hmm, I don’t think I need to add to this headcanon the fact that shortly after watching the short video with you about another 20 times, Rin put on his feet shoes and decided to go to your house.