#the shading on this makes absolutely no sense but idc

[sp00ky-scary]

Raven but the DC one this time

This is kinda janky I drew it at like 2am a few days ago, giving her both soft and sharp features was rly fun though

[sarahisslytherin]

trouble.

bodyguard!frank castle x princess!reader

summary: frank escorts you to an afterparty, and when he rescues you from trouble you aren't happy about it.

contains: bodyguard x princess!au, closed door romance, mild violence, sexual comments, age gap and borderline sa. don't be fooled, it's pretty fluffy.

a/n: ik i got carried away, but guess what, this trope with frank is my new favorite thing so idc. gif by @darlingshane

word count: 1.5k

The music is blaring, practically vibrating through the marble floors of the packed Los Angeles mansion. You’ve learned with the years that being perpetually half an hour late guarantees you a party in full gear when you get there. And this one is no exception. The award ceremony held mere hours ago had bored you half to death, and you were glad to finally be in movement once again. You had posed for the red carpet photographers until your muscles ached from stiffness, but it wasn’t until you looked back and saw Frank fussing over the train of your dress that a true smile bloomed on your face. Now, he walks a few paces behind you, the way he always does. He is your ever-present shadow, always one glance over the shoulder away. And when you look, he’s already looking at you.

“Try not to get into too much trouble, kid.” he says in a low voice as he trails behind you into the opulent threshold, complete with a spiraling staircase and a chandelier. “If I bring you home scratched, I lose my deposit.”

You offer him a mocking face as he helps you shrug off your coat. “What if it’s just a tiny scratch, somewhere you can’t see?”

His eyes darken a bit and his lip curls as he leans in. “I think we both know there’s not a part of you I haven’t seen, Princess.” You love when he gets like this. When his words make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and your cheeks flush like a schoolgirl.

When he finally slips off your coat, he takes a step back to drink in the view before him. Your scarlet red evening gown hugs your every curve as if it were made for you. 

“You stare any harder and you’ll see my X-Ray, Castle.” you snort, very unprincesslike. Now it's his cheeks that take on a pink tint. It gives you a sense of power, being able to make the big, bad Frank Castle blush. But then his eyes leave you to briefly scan your surroundings, and before you have a chance to predict his next move, he’s pulling you in by your hip and crashing his lips into yours. You can’t bring yourself to care about getting caught, draping your delicate hands over his broad shoulders. But he’s quick to pull away before you get too comfortable.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.” he chokes out as he makes swift work of regaining his composure. “Can’t risk being seen.” He sighs as brings a rough hand to your face and gingerly tucks your stray hairs back into place.

“You’d do well to remember that, you know.” you tease, trying not to think too hard of what exactly would happen if you were to be discovered. It’d be all over the celebrity news outlets, your parents would fire Frank and you’d be destined to a life with some bland royal void of personality. This last would occur either way, but at least it would be more bearable with Frank at your side. 

“I know.” he hums, not giving away much with his eyes. But you know it’s killing him as much as it’s killing you to keep this a secret. You pull away now, offering him a flirty smirk to defuse the tension and gesturing to your red lips as you walk away.

“You look absolutely handsome tonight, Frankie, but that shade really isn’t your color.” You don’t need to look to know he’s fighting a laugh and wiping his lips clean of evidence.

The party carries on well into the early hours of the morning. You’re a few drinks in when the colors of the flashing lights begin to grow more vibrant, the guests more agreeable and the dance floor more irresistible. You move to the beat of the techno-pop music blasting from the DJ’s stand, encircled by a few celebrity friends. Actors, musicians, politicians; they’re all in this room. You are in your element. 

Your family back home would berate you, tell you this is not becoming behavior for a princess, that you are first and foremost a role model. Fortunately, they are not here to see you dance with the young singer that approaches you mid-song. You’ve seen his face around but are struggling to recall his name. It doesn’t matter, anyway. It’s good for the cameras. Good for the tabloids to believe you’re fooling around with everyone and anyone but Frank.

It’s when the current song begins to transition to the next that this man brings his body close to yours, close enough to send alarms going off in your head. Suddenly, you feel a hand snake around you, slowly descending the curve of your spine. Your eyes go wide, but the music is so deafeningly loud and the lights are blinding.

It’s all too much. 

You look around but can’t make out anyone through the haze you’re in. It isn’t until his hand begins to inch past your waistline that Frank’s massive build suddenly cuts between you two, a wall of protection sliding into place. “Get behind me.” you hear him practically bark, a strong arm reaching out to you and indeed tucking you away.

“What’s your problem, man?” you hear the other guy say. You bet Frank doesn’t care for his tone one bit. 

“I’m looking at it.” you hear him grunt in reply. “I’m gonna ask you to keep away from the Princess for the rest of the night.”

You can’t quite make out the singer’s response, but if Frank’s manhandling him towards the exit is any indication, it wasn’t anything particularly pretty. A few people record the scene, and you just know this will be all over the Internet before your head hits your pillow tonight. The thought alone sends you storming off, fetching your things and stumbling your way to the limo parked outside. In a matter of minutes, Frank is sliding into the passenger seat alongside your chauffeur, and the car sets off in the direction of your Upper East Side penthouse. 

The limo is silent as a tomb the whole way there. When you finally pull up before your Brownstone, you make a show of not waiting for Frank to open your car door, slamming it like a spoiled child as your heels clack up the stoop’s steps. However, Frank falls into step with you in only a few strides. Inside, he lets you press the elevator buttons and remains silent the whole ride to the top. It isn’t until the mahogany penthouse door shuts behind him that he utters a word.

“You done now?” he nods his head at you inquisitively. “You’ve thrown your fit, are you done?”

You narrow your eyes at him, stalking closer to him as you do so. “Am I done? Your little ‘get your hands off my woman’ stunt is probably going viral as we speak!”

“Oh, I see!” he crosses his arms, holding his head up high. “So me doing my job, which is protecting you from slimy creeps trying to feel you up, is a ‘stunt’ now, is that it?”

“Frank, it’s gonna be everywhere!” you insist.

“Let it be everywhere! You did nothing wrong, you are quite literally the damsel in distress and he’s a fucking creep!” he inches closer to you, his rugged features illuminated by only the warm lights of the living room. “You’re safe and that’s all that matters to me, so if I gotta piss you off in the process, well, tough!”

You’re dumbfounded, feeling the alcohol and adrenaline wear off as you blink stupidly at this man who just wants to shield from everything that’s wrong in this world. And you yelled at him for it. You avert your gaze from his wild brown eyes, which soften as he takes in the helpless expression on your face.

“I’m sorry.” you sigh. “I just didn’t want to cause a scene. I didn’t want to be in the papers tonight.” 

Frank clicks his tongue, pulls you into his broad chest so that you can feel the beating of his heart. You don’t mean to cry, but the tears inevitably begin to roll down your cheeks, leaving streaks of mascara in their wake. “And I’m sorry for not being more understanding. I know you’re constantly being watched, and judged and all that shit. But, hey, fuck ‘em.”

He gently clasps your chin and tilts your head so that your eyes meet his. “You hear me? Fuck ‘em.”

“I think I’d rather fuck someone else, thanks.” you joke, letting him wipe away your tears with a chaste brush of his thumb.

“There she is.” he grins ear to ear, a sight reserved only for you. “There’s my girl.”

With that, he scoops you up in his big arms as if you were a bride, and you bid the New York City lights outside your window goodnight as you’re properly escorted to your makeshift royal chamber.

tagging: @velvetcloxds @oweninadaydream @deadfables @misshale21 @dragonsfictavern @sweetercalypso @sheraayasher

[ecklekecle]

i should be sleeping but anywho i keep getting these tiktoks of rosier twin angst and im just think like, what about Felix?

Like, just some thoughts, Pandora and Evan have like a 6-7 year age gap with felix. Theyre very good siblings to him, and they love him and like you know, typical older sibling things, but then the war happens and Pandora and Evan aren’t in the same side of the war and this is because Evan (this is just a hc) is forced by his father (and possibly because he cares for Regulus) to join the death eaters. Pandora probably, while she didn’t necessarily get to choose what she wanted, she probably pushed to stay out of the war altogether, i just see that for her, anyway, adding to the angst, Pandora doesn’t know that Evan was forced into the death eaters and doesn’t know his motives of wanted to like, protect Regulus (and probably Barty too), so she starts distancing herself from not only him, but the whole friend group. So now Evan and Pandora dont talk naking it hard for Felix yk cause if Evanbis being forced into the war then whats stopping Felix from also being forced into the war (though hes probably only 10-12yrs old (thats if Evan also got the dark mark at 16-17 ish)) anywho then Evan dies (lets just say at the age of 19-20ish). Pandora still knows nothing, abd Felix has lost one of his siblings (he’ll be around 13-14ish) . Then later on (lets just say three years later) Pandora dies and now Felix has lost both if his siblings (and now hes 17-18 ish). anywho so jow Felix has no siblings. On a hppier note we can pretned his parents no longer care for him in joining voldemort and he becomes a dragon tamer person with Charlie (Weasley) (THEYRE BEST FRIENDS BOYFRIENDS WHATEVER IDC)

I have seen this ither hc that Felix looks very similar to Evan, like basically copy and paste so whenever he looks in the mirror he just gets reminded of his siblings. He then goes ahead to dye his hair tro try and leave the similarities all behind is that even makes any sense but his facial features still look so close to his siblings, like he has the same shade of blue pandora has in his eyes, and his facial structure(?) clearly resembles Evan and no matter what he does he just gets reminded of them.

also what if Felix knows barty (just gotta add some rosekiller in there). NO VUT WAIT IF PANDORA KEPT IN TOUCH TOUCH WITH FELIX THEN HE WOULD KNOW LUNA OMG crazy realisation cause lets say Luna is A LOT like her mum and while felix absolutely adores Luna, everytime he visits her he just gets glimpses of pandora in her (then he bonds with Xenophilius and Xenophilius kinda becomes like an older sibling figure for Felix (thats actually kinda sweet)). Anyway back to barty idk hoe to include him in atm oh well

Anyway idk if any of that even makes a sliver of sense its all just rambling tbh i’ll add kore to it in the morning if i think of any more ;)

[tidaltwilight]

Me?

Scream about Twilight Princess?

Absolutely

Always

The way the story is handled in the game compared to the manga always makes me tear up.

Why?

BECAUSE THE RELATIONSHIP DYNAMICS.

IT’S A GREAT SEQUEL TO OOT/MM.

THE STORY IS COMPELLING TOO IDC, COME AT ME FOR THAT.

•••

Anyways. Onto the actual paragraphs.

First things first the relationship between the two Links, Twilight and Time. If you’ve played TP and OoT, you’ll understand where the two follow each other in the timeline.

In this separation of the timeline TP takes place in the Child Era when the Hero/Link(Time) is victorious and is sent back by OoT Princess Zelda. Time goes to warn the royal family about Ganondorf and he is promptly dealt with causing the sacred realm to be protected and preserved.

However, this also caused Ganondorf to be sent to the Twilight Realm(TRealm) during his execution. This was during the time the Sages would send prisoners to the TRealm as a way to get rid of them without actually executing them. He possesses Zant and causes mayhem for Midna and the rest of the Twili, starting TP as a whole.

As we know, Time grows up to be a knight in this timeline. Protecting the royal family and eventually becoming the Hero’s Shade after he dies. A skeleton and wolf spirit used to teach Twilight sword techniques. These techniques would assist the Hero of Twilight in his journey to save Hyrule from Zant and eventually Ganondorf.

Having a past variation of Link teaching that game’s Link is a phenomenal way to connect the stories, not just having the previous variation of Ganondorf as the enemy. A teacher and his student.

—

Next is the relationship between Midna, Twilight, and Zelda.

I. Love. Their dynamics.

Whether it was in the manga or in the game; the relationships between the three of them are always a chef kiss.

It goes from enemies to friends/lovers. Recovered friendships. Fated ties. The list goes on.

We already know the dynamic between Twilight and Zelda. The Triforce of Courage with the spirit of the hero and the Triforce of Wisdom with the will of the goddess. Forced to forever reincarnate due to the Curse of Demise and Hylia’s will to protect Hyrule and its people.

Zelda wishes to protect her people, keeping a distant hand due to the risks set upon her. Twilight wanting to protect the things he cares about, being the direct driving force besides Midna. There isn’t much interaction between the two, but you can tell their ancient ties come through. It’s especially shown in the manga during Twilight and Midna’s visits to the castle along with the final battle against Ganondorf.

Midna and Zelda have a complex relationship. Midna was a friend lost in the manga, but Zelda knew who she was when they met again. However in the game the two are rulers of Realms they care very dearly about. Midna slowly learns to love the Realm of Light and in turn its people. Zelda sacrifices herself to save Midna, which the Twilight princess never forgets.

They are two sides of the same coin in a sense. Both powerless to what Zant is doing to both realms, but one is actively trying to stop it while the other cannot. Zelda cannot act or else her people are at more risk than they already were. Her kingdom would fall to absolute chaos more than it already was. Midna was torn from her powers, her throne, her people. But once in the Realm of Light she was able to act because she already had one piece of the puzzle.

All Midna needed was someone she could use. And that brings us to her relationship with Twilight.

The two have an incredibly rocky start to say the least. Midna is only using Twilight for personal gain, Twilight only using her as a guide in the twilight as per their agreement. She’s a jerk to him at first and with good reason, she just wants to save her people. However during the journey you see her start to warm up, especially when Zelda sacrifices herself to save Midna. She wants to help Hyrule just like her own realm, willing to sacrifice herself to the greater good.

The two start to become friends, good partners in their journey. In the manga you notice there is some romance occurring on the sidelines. In the game it is there, but not as prominent. Twilight clearly cares about Midna by the end, and you can tell she cares about him too.

It’s sweet, yet sad. Especially considering the three of them have to say goodbye to each other by the end. Midna returns to the Twilight Realm, shattering the Mirror of Twilight in the process as a selfless sacrifice to protect both realms. She leaves Zelda and Twilight in Hyrule with a bittersweet goodbye.

—

God the freaking story though.

Twilight is a village farmboy who takes care of the kids and the goats. Tasked with delivering a sword to the royal family of Hyrule. In the game he has some trauma that gets explained deeper into the story.

Mans has some s e r i o u s lore.

I digress.

The way Ganondorf is told in this sequel and how the events of OoT play a part in his upbringing in this game. God damn. The strong hatred towards the spirit of the hero and Time. He is out for blood.

I do wish we could’ve gotten more information on the Twili since they’ve been around for a LONG time, but the information we have is just as good. Especially since they’re just descendants of the Interlopers who became a peaceful race just trying to live.

I do hope in future games they tell us more about the Twili and even the Interlopers story. I feel we have a lot to learn especially with that one shrine quest that happened in BOTW. I have yet to check that area in TOTK and honestly I really should.

That’s all. I’m done bye

[orbitfalls]

Picking your brain for some Andromeda headcannons 👀

Ohhh hell yeah absolutely!

She’s blackhaired just like bella but starts bleaching it a softer brown after she runs away as to not be associated as much with bella

Aromantic queen idc - ted’s her best friend and they’re in a qpr

Future Ultraviolence spoiler so look away if you’re not up for that: I don’t think Dora was ted’s child, I think Andy got pregnant with a pureblood child, and her and ted decided to get married and claim that ted was the father (aka claim that the child was half blooded) so that Dora wouldn’t be forced to be the heir

She’s not particularly powerful magic wise however she’s incredibly skilled with potions

She’s confrontational and curious and generally doesn’t fit the pureblood ideal for a noblewoman, giving her a spark of rebellion essentially rooted in the insecurity of not being good enough (not in an ‘if I can’t be good, I’ll be so much worse’ way, which I believe is more bella’s way of looking at it, but more of a ‘if I can’t be good for you, I’ll be good for myself’ kinda way)

^in relation to that, my girl CLAWED her way out of her own prejudice. Like, she had to put her entire centre of balance into her own self worth, had to rely on herself and stand up for herself in order to improve her life, and that shit takes GUTS

I hc that her patronus changed during this development. I think the process of clawing the remains of your self worth free from years of abuse that has as good as ruined you would make some pretty large shifts in the core of a person, so I feel like it would make sense icl.

Tiger patronus->whale patronus. I can think of no better way to explain it than this:

Bonus: tiger, matching bella’s leopard (to me)… something about them looking so alike and the cores of their being taking such similar shape, only for Andy to run away and her patronus to change and her hair to lose it’s shade and just… idk bella has lost so much and so has Andy </3

[lostfieldd]

Hello Trollhunters fandom [said into a dark void].

Take my Troll Jimbo headcanons because I miss my boy (feel free to rt/comment and add your thoughts/own headcanons!)

Sorry if my grammar and spelling sucks I’m writing this late at night running on four hours of sleep 🧍

Cat-like behaviour

I’m completely convinced that trolls have some feline-like nature, especially since some species have controllable tails.

This means Jim can purr (LOVES head scratches idc fiGHt me), and his pupils dilate when he’s interested in something.

He has a tail and it will act like a cats, sometimes it wags when he’s really excited. He has ears that express emotions as well, like AAARRRGGHH’s do, but they’re a lot more expressive.

Bonus: Toby bought a laser pointer just to fuck with him.

Physical changes

As covered in the saga, he had enhanced speed, agility, and strength. I’m gonna go a little further than that. I imagine his senses would’ve been amplified by a LOT when he first transformed, and would sometimes become overwhelming. Claire or Blinky would have to talk him through these sort of things until he got a hold of himself again. Merlin wouldn’t have been much of a help since he’s an ass.

I bet he would’ve been really overwhelmed, being able to hear and smell things that the typical human ear cannot, and hearing things from farther distances. This came in handy on his trek to New Jersey with Claire, Blinky and the others, in case they got separated somehow (for instance, finding shade and places to hide during the day). This means he can track them through both sound and smell, which is something that took him a while to get a hang of.

Chompers. Big teefs. He can basically bite through anything except for really tough metal and diamond. I’m completely convinced that Claire would just buy entire bagfuls of silverware for him to chew on, its his favourite snack.

Night-vision!! This is a headcanon I have for trolls as a whole, but I imagine they’d have amazing night-vision, stronger than your usual animal that has strong night-vision idk I should do some research.

Behaviour as a whole

He can be really aggressive if needed, and of course it will be amplified if he wears a grit-shaka or inhales gravesand.

A lot more playful!! Since he’s younger, he has more of a childish nature, being 16-17 years old. I imagine any younglings who were traveling with them to New Jersey absolutely loved playing with him. Even before he was transformed, I bet he would often make time to watch them play or play with them (with the armor on.

For like, general shows of affection, I imagine trolls do little head bonks like goats. I imagine Jim doing this with Claire a lot, but a lot more gentle and just with their foreheads, whereas with other trolls it will be more with the top of their head, and their horns will often bonk together. He definitely does it a lot with Blinky (because found family trope) and they just grow even closer through the journey to New Jersey. (inspo for the bonks of affection taken from a post from @nattikay, i am too lazy to scroll through her whole blog to find it I am so Tired™️ (if you see this i love your art hello 🧍))

Anyways thanks for listening to my rambles goodbye 🏃

[selkiesongss]

ƎNA.exe has encountered a critical system error, would you like to restart?

(more beneath the cut)

in honor of the Dream BBQ trailer being released last week, i finally gave in to the horrible soul-rending all-consuming urge to draw ena fanart <3

im gonna be honest, none of this piece makes sense. do the planes of her right leg make any sense? absolutely not. is the perspective wacko-bonkers? yeah. the shading was based on pure instinct and a light source was Not considered at any point in the process. but idc <3

[ID: ENA is a half blue, half yellow person with long black hair on her right side that gets shorter on her left side, partially covering her face, which looks like the side profile of someone talking. She is wearing a collared geometric beige shirt that is tucked into a geometric gray skirt with suspenders. Her right arm and leg are blue and geometric, and she wears a black knee-high sock? boot? Her left arm and leg are yellow and organically shaped, and she wears a black ankle-cut sock/boot thing. ENA is outlined in a thin line of white.

She appears distressed and is kneeling on the ground with her knees tilted inwards. Her right hand is gesturing to where a strange lightning bolt hits her chest, while her left hand is placed on her forehead dramatically. The lightning bolt descends from the upper right side of the frame to strike ENA's chest on a red X and then extends from behind her to exits through the lower right side of the frame; the bolt looks like the blue screen of death.

Behind ENA, numerous error pop-up tabs cover a teal background. The drawing is framed by an error tab titled "Run". End ID]

(edited to add my current watermark on jan 16, 2025)

[todourouki]

congrats on 1k+!! can i request for sfw #14 (domestic life w/ them 🥺) with aizawa, todoroki, bakugou, and shinsou? thank you sm!! i love your works :>

AHHH! thank you so much for this, it means a lot! and ugh this is so cuteeee!

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SFW PROMPT #14: What would living with them be like?

including aizawa, todoroki, bakugou, & shinsou

living with aizawa would be so nice

he’s not a high-maintenance guy

he’s more of a “as long as nothing looks like a piece of shit, we’re good”

matching sleeping bags

the man adores his sleep, i’m sure we all see that

so there’s soft blankets spread over every single couch/lounge-chair incase the two of you decide to nap

every day off, you guys have a tradition on waking up the latest time you possibly could, cooking breakfast together and eating it in bed with a show the two of you are currently binge watching on the tv

aizawa isn’t a bathroom hogger honestly he probably doesn’t even look in the mirror as much as he should

he’s pretty tidy when it comes to leaving his shit where it’s supposed to be

mostly because if he loses it, he knows he’ll be too lazy to look for it and he probably doesn’t have time

the furniture is all monochromatic

i don’t see him as a guy having brightly covered couches in his living room

everything is neutral, black, or white

minimalistic king

due to pure exhaustion all the time, color is out of the question, it reminds him of his students and he hates it but secretly loves it so all of his plates are multicolored

honestly living with aizawa sounds amazing

“Shouta,” you groan, eyes snapped harshly shut die to the light tracing into the room from the now open shades, “close the freaking things.”

Aizawa mumbles right after you, leg kicking the shade he once accidentally lifted with his foot back to where it once was. With the harsh tugs done by his feet, the light in the room finally fleeted away and allowed the comfortable dimness takeover once again.

The Pro-Hero’s arms gripped onto you tighter, nose nuzzled into your neck and bringing your body the kind of warmth necessary within the cold room. “S’go back to sleep, kitten.”

You mustered a smile, eyes still closed and hands running through the silky black hair resting underneath your neck. Mornings with Shouta were always the same— waking up once because of his leg obnoxiously releasing the shades, and both of you falling asleep once again in each other’s embrace.

You felt Aizawa begin to rub your back, fingers twinkling against your bare back soothing you beyond explanation. Within minutes, you felt yourself losing conscience, and you finally drifted back to sleep with the man you loved cradling you with unconscious admiration.

living with todoroki is exactly what you’d think it would be

i don’t mean to say it

but ima say it

this rich bitch has a ton of antique and expensive furniture lying around

mostly because he loves using his dad’s money

you and todoroki are a weird match

because you both love the exact same things

so all the furniture in your home

whether the living room be one color and bedroom be another

it all weirdly goes together because you’re both so good and coordinating shit

like your couch could be fucking orange

and the blue throw-pillows and decorations you cover your living room with just make sense

just like the two of you

living with todoroki means you figure out just how funny he actually is

also just how dense the boy could be

like he’s so sweet but also a little ✨dumb✨

he doesn’t know how to use the laundry machine and he never will don’t change my mind about this

todoroki loved cold soba we all know that

so there is a specific cabinet underneath the sink filled with all the ingredients for making it

that cabinet has to be restocked a lot

usually on days off, shouto would like to sleep in but he knows he just can’t

so if you like to sleep in, he already went out for a run, took a shower, and made you breakfast by the time you wake up

if you like to wake up early/with him, you find yourself either joining his workout or making him a hearty breakfast by the time he gets back

living with todoroki is really sweet bye i’m gonna go cry

“I just don’t understand why I’d have to press so many obnoxious buttons to get it to wash clothes,” he began, his stoic voice staring harshly at the machine infront of him as you stared at him in disbelief, “it isn’t my fault.”

“Shou, you froze the entire machine..” You repeated, a deadpanned expression on your face as you tried your hardest not to laugh.

You knew your boyfriend wasn’t the best at figuring things like this out, he hated to admit it but his family had done a lot for him back home. And sure, he wasn’t a little boy anymore and should probably know how to work a laundry machine, but he was convinced it acted up with him and him only.

“It was giving me a hard time, I didn’t even realize I froze it until I realized the clothes weren’t spinning anymore..” The frown on his face was one you couldn’t help but smile at, the grin taking over your face as you chortled a laugh.

With your empty hand, you gave the boy a kiss on the forehead, his calculating expression trying to decipher the reason certain clothes needed a certain temperature of water. Moments like this made you realize just why you loved Todoroki so much.

bakugou

is a handful

that’s clear to everyone

but living with him, oddly enough, is not

you both have a specific cleaning day

every single sunday morning

and that same night included the two of you watching a movie and having loud in-depth character analysis debate every single time

you both have special cooking days (he has more but it’s ok bc he won’t say it but he absolutely loves cooking for you)

bakugou has been through a lot, my baby

so consistency is something he depends on

he nearly breathes for it

routine is everything in your household, being something you grew accustomed to as well even if it’s not what you’re used to

every day you’d wait for him to get back home on the plush couch in the living room

so that way you’re the first thing he sees when he gets home, as well as a platter of his favorite food for the night and his fav tv show on the tv

he feels like he’s walking into heaven every single day

and depending on your schedules, you get the same thing when you get home if he beats you to it

a show/anime you’re trying to finish, the food you’ve begged him to make, and your loving boyfriend/husband lounged against the couch waiting for your arrival

you both wake up early— sorry, even if you don’t want to

bakugou doesn’t give a single fuck, he will wake you up and force you to either workout with him or start your day with him

on his days off though, you both sleep in until the afternoon

there’s literally no inbetween with your schedules

you’re both either up and ready to go by 8am or finally getting up to brush your teeth at 3pm

“How many times do I have to tell you— the real villain was not Sharpay, but Gabriella!” Your voice boomed, staring at your boyfriend who looked at you as if you had four heads.

“Babe, with all due respect, you’re a fucking idiot!” He retaliated just as aggressive and firm as you. “How can you say that when she’s such a bitch?!”

The credits of the movie you just watched played in the background, popcorn kernels pushing into the skin you had sprawled against your boyfriend. The pink reflected across your shirtless boyfriend, his ears beginning to redden due to the volume of his voice.

“Gabriella walked into that high school and literally stole everything Sharpay worked for,” you retorted, the straw you were drinking from entering your lips as you took a quick sip of the soda, “that’s being a bitch!”

He opened his mouth, signaling you to throw one of the Swedish Fish candies into his mouth and you did. With a laugh, you continued to throw food into one another’s mouth over and over throughout the argument.

“Maybe you resonate with Sharpay so much because you’re both bitches.” He snickered, dodging a pillow that fleeted your side of the couch and into his side by your right hand.

A gasp slipped your lips, narrowing your eyes at his tall figure and shoving a candy down your throat after his words, “maybe that’s why you love me, cause you’re a bitch too.”

living with shinsou >>>> breathing

shinsou is a gamer idc

there’s a playstation in both your room and your living room for game nights

yes

you guys had a game night

every single friday you guys would sit in nothing but (shinsou’s) t-shirt, and underwear and play nothing but video games all day

you usually end up falling asleep when the sun begins to come up, always taking saturday’s off no matter what for the occasion

you both are clean

being too lazy just like aizawa to have to find it if it’s misplaced

the bedroom look the best bc shinsou gets tired of monochromatic things and you hate living in a boring setting

so the two of you’s aesthetic shines through the room

if you cook, then please know food us up to you

if you can’t cook

money is spent 90% of the time on take out

because shinsou can’t cook for shit i don’t care

sometimes people wonder how it is you both manage to go to work and have a coherent sleeping schedule

and the reason is

aside from shinsou’s clinical insomnia )-:

that the two of you are absolute dumbasses

you spend all day doing homework if one of you is in college

or doing the work that needs to be done if you have just a job

and after that?

it’s just cuddling, gaming, struggling to cook, ordering take out, and eventual sleeping when you both realize you’re both past a point of ni return

most of the time though, you both manage to sleep

it’s more surprising for shinsou though bc he could never sleep properly if he’s alone

the two of you live together in GTA

also, I canon that Shinsou loves watching The Office so you guys binge watch the fuck out of that

living with shinsou is living with a bestfriend that is a civilized adult at certain times that you can cuddle and make out with

a girl can only dream <3

The sound of the console played through the room, your focused face watching the screen in front of you intently. The feeling of the bed moving along side every tap of the controller in your boyfriend’s hands trembled your limbs, your eyes being too locked on the screen to even maintain a balance.

“Go to the left, the left!” You pointed out, your legs sprawled across your boyfriend’s chest as he rested his body horizontally underneath yours.

“I know..” His voice was enough to show you he was focused, his eyes barely blinking as he followed your command and moved the character closer towards the left.

As gun shots erupted through the room, all you could see were flashes of red across the screen and players who had been attacked in Shinsou’s frenzy dead against the floor.

Exhilaration ran through your veins as finally killed the last person, the feeling of his body tending under you making you smile in happiness. You had both been trying to beat this level for weeks and you finally did it, exciting you to no limit.

The phrase “victory” strobed against the screen, making the two of you cheer in happiness at the time being well spent. He landed a big fat kiss on your cheek, pulling you in by the string in your hoodie and pressing you against him.

“Let’s beat some more ass in this next round, huh doll?”

“I’ll believe it when I see it, pretty boy.”

[willowistic22]

August - Javid

Ship : Javid

Genre : Angst

Song : August - Taylor Swift

Warnings : fighting (arguing), slap, cursing, if there’s more feel free to remind me to tag it :)

A/N : so long overdue i am sorry but school is a bitch quote me in that one idc lol. Anyways, this is an almost 5 k words of angsty javid songfic (thank you @nowisthetimetocarrythebanner for helping me choose which ship to write first :)) Hope yall like it and not get tired of me being a huge swiftie hehe

Salt air

And the rust on your door

This isn’t what he’s used to. Davey always tells his parents if he’ll be going out no matter what, even if he knows they wouldn’t like it because Davey will always find a way to get around their disapproval. This is out of his disciplined nature, and he knows it. Yet, he’s so drawn to this idea. Of course he’s drawn to this idea if it isn’t Jackie boy’s idea.

The moment he heard a tapping noise coming from his window, his mind is no longer in between the words of the book his father had lent him for the night. He saw the boy’s figure waving frantically on the rusty fire escape and he knows it only leads to a bizarre idea Davey will end up regretting.

I never needed anything more

“This better be worth it,”

Oh, but it’s always worth it. It’s Jack for crying out loud. When will it not be worth it for Davey when it’s Jack knocking on his window?

He folds the corner of the page and closes the book. Tossing the book on the rickety bed that he and Les share and takes a few steps across his packed bedroom to get to his window.

He slides the window open. The gust of the summer night wind instantly entering his room, along with the remaining sounds that can be heard down in the streets. But his focus is all on the boy that came to visit him. Crooked smile, dirty coarse cheeks, ruffled dark brown hair, and a lighter shade of brown in his twinkling eyes.

Whispers

Of "Are you sure?"

“What if we get caught?”

“We won’t”

“You don’t know that”

“Well, we will if ya keep standin’ around in the middle of the street like that!”

“Jack, I’m serious!”

“And so am I, Dave!”

The nickname. It caught Davey off guard. It instantly stops his jabbering. He hasn’t heard that name in awhile, Davey forgot the effect it has on him. A fast heart rate, stiffen posture, and an uncontrollable mind.

Jack being Jack, took his silence as compliance. He continues to lead him in Ms. Medda’s theatre through the back door. Ms. Medda wouldn’t mind Jack sneaking around the theatre for whatever reason. But he’s still frowned upon by the bulls, which would mean their shady looking actions would be a reason to capture him.

Davey is still standing in front of the doorway in the alleyway, whilst Jack is already a few feet ahead of him inside. Jack turns around to see if he was following and walks back to the door to convince him one last time. 

He gives him his hand and voices out gently, “It’ll be fun. I promise”

And just like that, Davey is lured in his schemes once again. He reluctantly places his hand in Jack’s palm, which was instantly pulled through the door and into the backstage of Ms. Medda’s theatre.

“Never have I ever before”

Ms. Medda couldn’t be found as the two bolts passed the people working backstage. She’s performing with the rest of the Bowery Beauties. Jack’s been hearing Ms. Medda and the other performers practice this new song and was told that it’s being performed in front of an audience for the first time tonight.

Jack pulls Davey up to the scaffolding backstage so they can have a better view of the performance and a place to sit down peacefully. They let their legs dangle freely under the railings since no one will be able to see it. As Jack expected, Davey was captivated. As he puts his hands on the railing and leans forward for a clearer view, his green eyes twinkle like the stars and his smile as pure as gold. He usually hides his emotions well, but this time it was obvious this was his first time watching a performance in a theatre.

“You do this often, huh?” Davey said, eyes still glued down to the stage.

“Yeah, I’se like to sneak out after puttin’ the littles to sleep,” Jack answered. A moment of silence followed. Then Jack flips his head to gaze back at Davey and says, “It’s just the first time I brought someone with me”

Davey twists his head to face Jack. He sees the boy staring back, but he can’t decipher what about this stare that made it different from the other times they’ve shared a gaze like this. A weird feeling settles in Davey’s stomach. The feeling heats his cheeks and he knows it’s a blush.

The sudden sound of applause pulled them away from their made up universe. A standing ovation full of cheers and whistles. Jack twirls his head first, clapping softly to the feathery and glimmering ladies bowing towards the audience.

Davey’s composure hasn’t returned yet, he couldn’t find the strength to clap. He can only gaze down upon the bowing and try to decipher what had happened.

And when he least expected, Jack places a hand on the railing right next to Davey’s. His pinky slowly brushes over Davey’s. He keeps his hands absolutely still, stiffening up his whole left arm as their pinky intertwine. All while avoiding each other’s gaze in hopes to not ruin this little moment they’re sharing.

Oh, God, not again…

Your back

Beneath the sun

There’s this love hate relationship he has with Jack Kelly. The obvious reason is that the good person and amazing leader side he has is hidden under all the stupidity and spontaneous decisions that mostly leads to a catastrophe. Sure, he’s a figure to look up to for younger newsies taking on the world. But when he gets some space to do something self-indulgent, it can get a bit out of hand.

And then there’s also the not-so obvious reasons. The gentleness, the vulnerability, the oddly intense moments, the small kind gestures, all of which only Davey gets to see. He turns into a nervous wreck but seems to be addicted for more. It’s a different treatment from his other newsie friends, even a different kind of gentleness the littles receive.

When these moments first started happening, Davey thought this was a gateway to project his real feelings towards the boy. And every time after they have those special private moments together, Jack always pretends it never happens the next time they meet each other. It confuses Davey to no end. One moment they’re alone on the fire escape sharing deep secrets they’ve never told anyone before, soaking up whatever’s left of the sun before it sets. The next moment, they’re just ‘your super close pals being normal pals’.

He still hasn’t fully decided what to feel about this game he’s playing with Jack. It’s obviously dangerous, physically and emotionally. But it’s the only soft interactions Davey has ever gotten from Jack. He’s been aching for it the moment he fell for him back when the Manhattan newsies dragged him to strike.

So here he is now, standing in the circulation gate with his stack of paper in one hand and Les’ hand in the other. Ready to play along with whatever game Jack has in store for the two today. He hasn’t seen him this morning, and maybe it’s better that way.

Wishing I could write my name on it

Davey watches Les run across the circulation gates towards where his own newsie friends were waiting for him before they can start marching towards their usual selling spot. He smiles and waves back at the ten year old who seems to already be having too much fun with his friends to notice.

“They grow up so fast, huh?”

Davey twists his head around towards the source of the voice. The same boy from last night stands in front of him, proudly wearing a smirk while carrying his stack of paper.

“Well, it’s bound to happen one way or another” Davey replied, somehow being able to keep his cool.

Jack lingers in his green eyes for a moment. Davey can sense there’s a hidden meaning behind his gaze. And if his gut serves him right, it’s the same kind from last night.

Wait, what’s he doing?

He’d usually initiate the play pretend game early in the morning. But asking Davey to sell with him? That’s not pretending. Even if that game is still on his agenda for today, selling together would only make things harder.

Could it be an idiotic move for Davey to accept this invitation? Most likely. But with that offer on the table, it sparks a small flame in Davey’s curiosity. He wants to know what Jack has in mind for them.

Will you call when you're back at school?

After the two were done selling, Davey thought they were going to Jacobi’s to meet up with the rest of the newsies. But Jack turns out to have a different plan of his own. One which, like most of his other plans, brought fear upon Davey.

He led the two back to Medda’s theatre, where everyone was working backstage. They’re too busy to notice two rapscallion looking teens sneaking in the theatre.

“Jack, where are we going?” Davey finally asked as Jack continued to drag him towards the rows of seats in front of the grand stage.

They stop once they arrive in front of two specific chairs on the very last row. Jack takes a seat on one and puts his newsie bag on his lap. Davey can see a shape forming in it, despite knowing Jack had sold all of his paper earlier.

“Come on, sit down with me” Jack said, patting the empty seat next to him. Davey froze for a second, eyeing Jack skeptically. He rolls his eye with a little chuckle before pulling out the item hidden in his bag, revealing a sandwich he bought from Jacobi’s, “I got us lunch. So come sit down!”

Despite complying to the invite, Davey can’t figure out what were his intentions behind this plan. They sit in silence for the first few seconds, taking a few bites in their own respective sandwiches while staring at the stage being redecorated for tonight’s show.

“I wanted to ask somethin’… but… wasn’t sure if you’se okay talkin’ about it in front of the others…” Jack started out slowly without meeting Davey’s eyes.

At this point, Davey’s heartbeat was getting faster and louder. He so badly wants to hide his face in his hands, but his muscles have frozen in place. He keeps control of his eyes from moving, not wanting to take one glimpse at Jack to avoid a long drawn out stare.

“What is it?” Davey’s lips seem to have a mind of his own, growing impatient at the excessive silence. He mentally slaps it from thinking it was a good idea to make any sort of move.

In the corner of his eyes, he can see Jack turning his head to face Davey. Though he still doesn’t dare to look back.

“Are ya still gonna come by the lodge once you’se back to school?”

A silent sigh of relief escaped his lips, though it did kind of hurt when the question wasn’t what he expected. Nonetheless, he answers, “Well, not as often as now. But I’ll definitely come back every now and again”

August is ending and all the newsies knows Davey and Les are bound to go back to school. They’ve grown comfortable with the brothers, so it’ll definitely feel weird not having them around as often.

Never in his wildest dreams would Davey expect Jack asking about that topic. But going out of his way to drag him all the way here? And buying the two lunch while he’s at it? There has to be more than that, right?

I remember thinking I had you

“Are you gonna miss me?” Davey rounds up the last bit of courage in him to ask.

He hears Jack scoff and can feel the eye roll directed towards him, “Keep dreamin’, Dave!”

He finds the strength to look back towards Jack. Seeing the brunet cracking up a laugh through his smile, he laughs along with him.

Their sandwiches are now left as crumbs, but they didn’t bother walking out of the theatre. They were too entertained with their conversation. Davey noticed how quiet they’re being, despite being too far from anyone to hear what stupid nonsense spilled out of their mouths. There’s also that oddly intense feeling between their breaths, giving all their stupid nonsense a double meaning to it.

As time passes on, things start to escalate even further. It could be just Davey, but there’s something about the way Jack looks at him. His brown eyes look more cheerful and his smile is wider. Unprompted hand touches, so soft and slow yet utterly meaningless. There was no reason for Jack’s hand to dance around the palm of Davey’s. Nor was there a reason for said hand to travel to playfully touch his cheeks. And could their heads be slowly gravitating towards each other? Or could that just be Davey’s head playing tricks with all of this happening to him?

“So… will you be able to run the lodge without my help?” Davey asked, filling in the little silence settling between the two after a fit of giggles turned into a lingering gaze.

“I’se ran the lodge just fine before you and Les showed up,” Jack started, “ I’ll be fine without you!”

“Sure glad I won’t be missed” Davey joked, turning his head down to his hands on his laps.

“What? No! That ain’t what I meant!”

He reaches over to grab his hands gently, causing the taller boy to go beet red. He draws reassuring circles on the back of Davey’s hand, the goosebumps returning once again as he watches it unfold on top of his lap.

“We’ll be fine, but we’se gonna miss you guys,” Jack said.

The hand reaches up to Davey’s chin, forcing him to properly face Jack. His green eyes grew wide at the sight of the brunet boy staring longingly at Davey. He was for certain that their heads are slowly gravitating towards each other. With every inch closer, his heartbeat grows louder and faster. He couldn’t bear to keep his eyes open the moment he could feel Jack’s hot breath dancing on his face. His lips, already parted and so ready to be able to welcome Jack’s—

BANG!

The door right beside them swung open, causing the two boys to jump and return back to their respectful seats.

“Funny seeing you boys here!” A femenine voice rang through their ears, high and pitchy but with a friendly tone. 

They turn their heads towards the sound. There stood a tall figure. Head full of long red curls and clever light brown eyes darting between the two. Cheeks with some freckles animated to form a smirk on the pearl white face.

“And you have a proper excuse to be here, Kath?” Jack challenged her, “I’se sure you’se smart enough to know the first show of the day doesn’t start till later in the evenin’”

Jack’s smile was no longer centralized towards Davey again. He gets himself lost in Kathrine as she makes her way towards the stage with her notepad and pencil, brushing his witty remarks off with a little eyeroll.

Davey watches as he smiles at Kathrine’s presence and remembers the reality. He shifts back in his seat, trying his absolute best to make sure Jack doesn’t hear his heart breaking. That would be embarrassing if he found out Davey thought this wasn’t a game after all.

Back when we were still changing for the better

He quickly departs from the scene, not wanting to meet Jack’s face as he gets up from his seat. He left the theatre quickly, recollecting himself with a deep breath as he made his walk.

Davey repeatedly beat himself up for being such an idiot. There’s been multiple times that happened. When he thought something was going to be different between the two, something around them would remind them that it’s all just a game. It isn’t different than those previous times and will never be different. It’s just a concept Davey still needs to get used to.

Wanting was enough

For me, it was enough

Oh, how badly he longed for the feeling. The feeling to be held by him. The feeling to share a loving kiss. To share more little moments with him. With that infuriating and equally charming Jack Kelly.

Davey would scream in his head, over and over again, how that’s not possible. He isn’t meant to love and be loved by Jack. His heart was already reserved for Kathrine. He knew that from the moment he saw the way Jack acts around her. He could see hearts in his eyes, a brighter smile, and maybe a cockier manner.

When Jack was around him, it felt just like that but slightly different. Jack would be more gentle, tamed, and shier. Davey made up so many excuses in his head for that contrasting behavior, all of which benefits his own feelings. Though, he’s smarter than to think that is what’s actually going on. So he’d usually proceed to make up more excuses of how happy he is that Jack found Kathrine. It did sort of help him through this wave of sadness. Without it, Davey might not be able to blend himself with the crowd of people rushing up and down the sidewalk.

Cancel plans just in case you'd call

And say "Meet me behind the mall"

“Dave!”

The sound of his name made him look back. His heart starts beating faster when he saw it was Jack Kelly. He shouldn’t be standing still like this, waiting for Jack to catch up to him. It’s obvious Jack has his heart for someone else. Davey can’t keep waiting for him to keep up and chase after him only to be tossed to the side once he’s bored with the little game they’re playing.

Jack stops in front of him, crouching down with both hands on his knees. He takes a moment to catch his breath before properly standing up to flash his slightly red and sweaty face.

“You forgot your bag,” Jack said, pulling out a dirty newsie bag out of his own and presenting it to him.

He didn’t realize it wasn’t strapped around his torso like usual till now. He takes it from Jack’s hand and chuckles out through his small smile, “Thanks, Jack”

Davey awkwardly turns around, back to focusing on his trek. Before he took a step further, something grabbed his arm from behind and stopped him.

Before he knows it, Davey finds himself in an alleyway. Backed up against the wall by Jack, uncertainty makes up the lines and curves of his face. But Davey isn’t focused on his face. Rather, the lips that had crashed onto him with no warning.

So much for summer love, and saying “Us”

A few days have passed and Davey could still feel the feeling of those lips against his own. How it remained frozen for a moment when they first connected, but soon moved together once they’ve registered to what’s happening. It creates a sweet feeling that makes the two tremble in each other's grasps. He couldn’t describe what Jack tastes like, mainly because he was too focused on the feeling caused by the movement, but it was addicting and he wants more of it.

The feeling buzzed through him for the rest of the day till the next morning. Sarah and Les noticed it and kept on bugging their brother to spill, but nothing worked. Davey was still feeling the high of it after a few days but was able to ground his feelings so it won’t show up to the surface all that much.

Though, he’s still unsure if he should make a move. Jack somehow acted a bit stranger than usual. The ‘pretending that nothing happened’ game was on again, but this time he was more distant than usual. While the others were smiling and properly greeted Davey and Les when they arrived at the circulation gate, Jack just waved and quickly got himself busy on his own.

'Cause you weren't mine to lose

After a long day of selling, Davey sits down on one of the empty chairs at Jacobi’s for some lunch. His rousing newsie friends filling in the, once peaceful, deli with their chattering and laughter. Davey stays silent while Crutchie, Finch, and Specs talk about their day.

In storms, Race comes running in followed by Albert and takes up the last two chairs on their table. Their energy contrasts with the previous four, but they’re always welcome with their stupid grins.

“You’se two are excited” Crutchie commented after putting down his glass of water, “What happened?”

“You’se guys would never believe what just happened!” Race started, followed by a fit of laughter with Albert. Confused glances were shared between the other four. Upon seeing this, Race and Albert stopped to tell the story.

But I can see us

Lost in the memory

Race was wrong. Davey would absolutely believe what just happened. Though, he wishes he didn’t believe it. Or that it was just a lie. Whatever he can say that can dismiss what Race and Albert just told him. Because Jack kissed Kathrine and Davey can’t believe it’s true to save his poor heart.

He didn’t want to make it noticeable that he was storming out of Jacobi’s, but he desperately needed to see Jack again. His heart is fully shattered this time, he can’t take it any longer. Davey waited for a few minutes before he walked out, trying his absolute best to not let his shattered heart appear to the surface.

August slipped away into a moment in time

It didn’t take long for him to reach the lodge, Albert and Race had briefly mentioned from his story where Jack was. For the most part, Davey had ground his emotions. The sorrowful note in his heart, and just a little bit of anger, was hidden in front of his friends to avoid any questions. But the further away he got from them, the more of his emotions started to seep out of his skin.

He steps into the completely empty lodge. If Jack isn’t found inside, he’d probably be up on the roof. Davey walks up the rusty fire escape. He pops his head up and sees Jack sitting on the other side of the roof, to what Davey suspects to be, sketching something on a piece of paper with the way his back is bent forwards.

Davey is completely perplexed, seeing Jack going about his day as if he didn’t do anything. The lines on his face are drawn by anger, green eyes glowing with fire, hand forming into a fist that’s ready to strike.

He makes Jack notice his presence by purposely stomping loudly as he steps on the roof. Jack turns around from his drawing. Once he noticed it was Davey, he put his drawing down and stood up with a bright and innocent face to greet his friend, a huge contrast to Davey’s. Jack takes a few steps closer to him but still left a good amount of space between the two.

“Dave!”

'Cause it was never mine

He didn’t act up towards that nickname. He simply walks past Jack and purposely bumps their shoulder in a fit of rage. It was Jack’s turn to be perplexed.

He takes a moment before he turns around to hear why Davey was here. Jack got a vague answer when he was met by a strong slap to the face from Davey.

“Do I mean nothing to you?!”

Jack stands completely still in front of Davey, rage visibly coursing through his veins. Jack was left speechless from that unprompted slap. The pain still stinging on his cheek as it slowly turns redder and redder as the second passes.

He looks down to his feet, propping his hands on his hips before looking back up to Jack. Davey’s green eyes now slowly overflowing with water and holding a sob in his throat.

“Why’dju do it?” Davey’s voice cracked a bit at the end, “Why did you set me up in this... game?”

Davey lets one sob escape his lips but holds back the rest in his throat. He blinks a few of the tears away and looks back to where Jack’s face slowly starts to crumble now that he knows what’s this all about.

“Kelly, why did you kiss me?!” Davey raised his voice a bit.

Jack looks at him with wide eyes. Fear in his gaze upon seeing this side of Davey for the first time. He can’t find the answers to those questions. Not even the words to excuse himself.

Davey wraps his arms around his torso to find some form of comfort in this situation. He turns to look past him because looking at him in the eye hurts.

“I don’t get it….Y-you held my hand, you shared secrets, you showed me remarkable things…” Davey went on, the memories flashing in his head like a movie, “... But then after a few days you act like you don’t even know me!”

Jack watches as Davey tries to hold himself together to continue. He watches as his heart crumbles in front of him. The sound ringing in his ears is painful, knowing that it was coming from Davey. And even worse: Jack was the reason.

Davey turns his head to face Jack again.

“Was it stupid of me to fall for you? Was it... stupid of me that when you started doing all of that…” Davey started, voice reflecting the state of his aching heart, “I thought that maybe... you actually returned my feelings?”

“No” Jack simply answered after taking some time to ponder over it.

“But you also kissed Kathrine” Davey brought up what Race and Albert said earlier, “I even heard… you’re going on a date together…”

“Davey… where’dju even get that from?” Jack asked.

“Race and Albert. Sounds like you’re pretty open about it…”

Jack couldn’t move a muscle. His brain fully blanks as it drives Jack’s focus all onto the sobbing boy in front of him.

Back when I was living for the hope of it all

“I should’ve known…” Davey breathes out, dropping his head to the floor, “I should’ve fucking known…”

“No… No, don’t say that” Jack takes a few steps closer, desperately reaching his hands towards him. But Davey violently steps away. Jack knows it means he’s close enough, so he drops his hands to his side again.

“I shouldn’tve hoped for much...” Davey continued, a little raise to his tone but laced with suffering, “I knew from the start you wouldn’t care…”

“Davey, wait! It’s not what you think!”, Jack tries to get closer but ends up stepping backwards as Davey forces him to back away.

“Oh, is it?!” Davey challenged. His face, now shattered in pieces by the tears he could no longer hold back, “Did you fucking forget all those stupid moments you spent with me?! Making me think I actually mean something to you?!”

“Of course you mean somethin’ to me!” Jack stops Davey from pushing him even further, standing his ground with his feet and words. Or whatever it is he can come up in his brain in this heated situation, “I-it’s just… it’s… I don’t know, okay?”

Davey recollects himself as best as he can, furiously sniffing his nose while wiping the tears off his cheeks and eyes. He slows his breathing down while cynically staring at Jack. He slowly makes his way towards the brunet, keeping just an inch of space between their faces.

“Then let’s find out”

His warm breath linger in the limited space between them. The two boys lock their eyes in an intense stare. Davey parts his lips slightly open, testing Jack’s words by pushing him to act up.

Davey aches for another kiss, but he only lets his head tilt to the side while he waits for Jack. But Jack didn’t move. No muscle in him acted up to what he said. He just stood there, staring. Once again making Davey look like an idiot.

He purses his lips, another drop of water falling down his cheek. Davey turns on his heel and walks away from the scene.

“No, wait, I can explain!” Jack chased after the boy, grabbing his arm and twirling him to get them to face each other once again. But Davey’s face is now in pieces, as he barely can hold it in any longer the moment he turned his face away from Jack.

“Let go, Jack,” His voice was shaky and breathy, “Please… I can’t do this anymore…”

The sound of his pressed down sob down his throat broke Jack’s heart even further. He loosens his grip from the boy, letting his hands slide down his sides. He watches as Davey sniffles and wipes his eyes with his sleeves.

“Take care, Jackie,” Davey said before turning around and walking away.

Watching Davey walk away like that left Jack speechless and heartbroken. A wave of guilt and regret rises from his stomach towards his eyes. It wells up with water, watching one of the most important people in his life walk away.

As Davey exits the empty lodging house, he takes in every detail of the house. Whether it’s a crack on the wall, a rust on the bunk bed, or even the precious little trinkets his friends left lying around, Davey examines it till it’s embedded in his brain. After this day, he might not have the strength to come back. Ever.

[ambitionsource]

Any Asher Lucas head canons I really love their friendship?

hello anon i am back as promised with the second half of answers to the lucasher asks i got a handful of weeks ago!! seeing as its the tail end of asher’s appreciation day, i am here to deliver on discussing their friendship

so to start, i would say that marking dylan as an outlier and not to be counted (especially on asher’s end), both of them would without a doubt call the other their best friend. asher flexes a bit on this, as jade is also arguably his bestie, but for lucas there’s absolutely no contest. asher is his best friend -- he even said so in 209, which took a lot of emotional vulnerability for him to manage to verbalize -- and that title really means something to him.

to that point, though, i think it took the events of s2 for that to really cement. as we know, lucas has issues with connecting with + trusting others, and so he kind of keeps people at arm’s length. i think asher has always been a bit of an exception to this rule (which i’ll explain in a bit), but lucas was mentally able to still keep him removed emotionally in his mind bc he was like... you know, his inferior in rank / his lieutenant rather than an equal. i don’t mean that he like thought of asher as inferior, because he doesn’t -- lucas hates himself so he thinks everyone is better than him anyway lmao, but he’s also had a lot of respect for asher -- but there was able to be this... mental barrier in his head, if that makes sense. but when asher finally stood up to him, multiple times (in 207 with their argument and then in 208 when he Truly put his foot down and basically walked out of his life), that put them on equal footing on all levels and broke that barrier in his brain. and, thusly, is part of the reason lucas was suddenly able to articulate it in the following ep

but, on that note, one thing that i think makes them such good friends is that they’re both very like... not mushy. at least, not with each other. they both don’t mind side-stepping more complicated emotions and just assuming things are unspoken but understood, but are getting better at knowing the moments where something should be said

but they’re like equally weird about the same stuff, like they both don’t like birthdays + being paid attention to on their bday bc they don’t know how to process it (sans the exception of dylan, who of course asher will allow to be extra on his birthday), so they will straight up just like not tell each other happy birthday on their bdays and people are like doesn’t that upset you?? did he forget?? and they’re like no actually lucas / asher is my favorite person bc he ignores my birthday fDSJLFKGSJKGLJSGL like... they’re so fucking weird

asher is constantly trying to improve lucas’s fashion sense + design sensibility and it does not work. like nothing sticks. asher will spend an hour casually (but actually very intently) telling lucas about the nuances in color between shades and then later when he asks him a question about which shade of red they should use in the set design lucas goes “idk they look the same to me just pick one” and asher is like. bitch ur jokin... it’s lowkey funny that he keeps trying tho like lmao

so in terms of asher being slightly different than others even early on, the way this most manifests is that i think for whatever reason, asher feels safe to lucas. its an inexplicable thing, and something i dont think lucas even really realizes consciously. but he starts their friendship being like oh i’m gonna protect asher the strong must protect the sweet this lame nerd needs me, but then what it actually ends up being is more that lucas needed asher. like yes he gets asher to loosen up and let out more of his authentic self, but asher gave lucas a friendship to anchor to, someone who seemed to genuinely like him not because he was reckless or cool but just because of who he is. and even when he fucked up, asher still seemed to believe he could be better / saw him as more than that, and lucas had never had anyone in his life before like that, let alone someone where it felt that way (i.e. dylan also sees lucas that way especially now, but something about asher just made it so pointedly clear)

and how this ends up changing things is that lucas finds that like... he wants to talk to asher. he wants to be real with him, not put up the defensive, aloof façade. so you have lucas going to convince him to sneak out freshman and sophomore year so they could hang out just the two of them (a thing featured briefly in the “younger” sequence in 208), and those were the moments where he got in those conversations. and asher liked those nights too because they made him feel special, like all the people lucas could choose to hang out with and he chose him to bother and coax out into the night... for a kid like asher, younger than everyone else and an anxious mess and nerdy and he knows it, that’s like. the craziest thing ever. so those one-on-one hangouts meant a lot to both of them, though for different reasons

what’s nice too is that their friendship definitely matured and grew with them the longer it lasted, because there was an element of hero worship on asher’s end and almost belittling underestimation on lucas’s end when their dynamic started, but then it grew organically past that. and when they actually got to know one another, for all their complexities, it made them better friends. and now those misconceptions are long gone, but they still hold a lot of respect for one another.

also to this point, i do not remember if i’ve said this yet on the blog or not but so major point here -- asher was actually lucas’s first (and only, pre-riley) crush. being demisexual, he has to form a deep emotional connection with someone before he really falls for them (riley being semi the exception to this because even though he didn’t really fall for her until they became friends from the get-go he was like okay so she pretty....... whatever tho idc like uh huh sure lucas). and like late in freshman year, maybe even early that summer, lucas and asher had become pretty good friends and were spending a lot of nights hanging out together and talking, and one of those nights they were talking about something semi-serious, and lucas was just looking at him and just realized like wow hm i could kiss asher... and then he was like WAIT HUH?!?!?!?!?!?! cause he’d NEVER had thoughts like that before and suddenly he was having them about his best friend, and that best friend was dating his other good friend and it just FREAKED him out he was like HELLO BAD WEIRD WRONG??? so he stifled that deep down and lowkey ignored asher for like two weeks until it passed -- which of course made asher worried he did something wrong or pissed him off, but thankfully that passed without much commentary or further discussion. lucas has mostly forgotten about it now.

that being said, if you ever told asher he was lucas’s first crush, he would never ever believe you.

they really enjoy discussing / debating each other, especially since lucas is truly equally as clever as asher, but it’s a really careful line because one wrong comment from either of them can send them tipping into actual argument bc they’re also very good at pushing each other’s buttons. this is why dylan’s presence is extremely helpful at keeping them balanced.

and this is kind of a key trait to their best friendship, which is that they make awesome best friends, but my god they would make TERRIBLE romantic partners. they cannot communicate when it really matters (especially about stuff that makes them embarrassed like romance, which they can barely do with their actual partners); they push each other’s buttons; they love each other’s flaws as friends but would drive each other crazy as lovers. like the people they’re with for love are exactly the people they need, understanding, soft, patient, and good at communicating. if lucas and asher dated, they would kill each other within the first week.

one of the first times dylan, asher, and lucas really hung out as a trio involved “wilding” asher, which meant dressing him like lucas and getting him to be more reckless and freewheeling for an afternoon. they didn’t do anything crazy, but lucas let asher borrow one of his t-shirts and snapbacks for the occasion. asher still has both buried in his closet, mainly because he keeps forgetting about it but also because there’s a sentimentality to them. not that he would ever ever wear them again -- yuck. asher would rather vomit

it should not be understated that the first people lucas verbally said i love you to were asher and dylan. it’s important. don’t ever forget it.

-- Maggie

[its-sixxers]

Top 10 Female Characters

Rules: Name your top 10 favorite female characters from 10 different fandoms and then tag 10 people. tagged by: @marvilus73​ thank uuuu

tagging: @benny-gecko-official​ @courier-sux​ @randomwordsandstormydays​ @radbeetle​ @vaulties​ @nukasoda​ @falloutglow​ @valkyriejack​ @corvegaassemblyplant​ @eeveevie​ woof that’s a lotta people u dont gotta do i just obey the tumblr tag gods sometimes

It’s a VERY good thing that this was for different fandoms because 3 of them were going to be from A Song of Ice and Fire because I am the worst. All of these women have inspired parts of my OCs, see if you can spot the fascinating ways I am a hack fraud under a read more cuz long

Samus Aran (Metroid)

My first videogame love. I will die for her. Really the first example of a lady kicking ass that I can remember, and also gave me my fascination for the mysterious person in armor trope. Seeing a female character who wasn’t sexualized (until the zero suit, anyway) was a game changer.

Sansa Stark (A Song of Ice and Fire)

I’m in the camp where I prefer book Sansa to show Sansa, but in general I just really love what she represents - or at least the potential of it. A woman constrained by the binds of her society and suffering for it, but learning to play it to her advantage and turn the tables on motherfuckers and make them forever regret underestimating her. Strong in a way that doesn’t require physical power or violence. She’s a very different archetype and I love her for it. (I also enjoy her dynamic with Sandor even though it screams problematic). MY QUEEN IN DA NORF

Honorary mentions also go to Brienne of Tarth and Olenna Tyrell from the series. :V

Sarah Connor (Terminator)

I prefer the first movie to the second and Sarah's a big reason for that. I love seeing an ordinary woman faced with horrifying circumstances and fuckin' killing it. T2 Sarah is very fucked up (and I appreciate that she's realistically fucked up from what she's been through) and I love her too but sweet baby angel T1 Sarah is my fave. I pretend the other movies don’t exist lol sue me

Maiev Shadowsong (Warcraft)

In a total reverse from Sarah Connor, I love Maiev because she's an absolute asshole, but also because she's right. Mostly. A woman incredibly devoted to her duty, who has witnessed a lot of terror and horror, arguably betrayed by her leader and still trying to do what's best for her people. Love her to bits. Tyrande who?

Red (Transistor)

This game stuck with me after I finished it and has still stuck with me. Just having a relatively mute protagonist (save for her singing) in crazy circumstances with her dead boyfriend's soul in a sword she uses to whoop ass. Idk. I just think she's neat.

Furiosa (Mad Max: Fury Road)

She's fury and love, power and tenderness. She's every shade of woman - she’s a human and there’s absolutely no male gaze regarding her (to the point of angering manchildren, legend). If every female character was like Furiosa I could die happy. I can't sufficiently express how amazing she and the rest of the female cast in the movie are but I've seen it three times in theatres if that tells you anything.

Margaret (The Crown)

Her character is based on an actual real life person, but dramatized. This is going to be a smidge weird but idc. I identify a lot with Margaret - her pains in love, her aimlessness, feeling ignored or misunderstood, a complicated but loving relationship with her sister. Taking to abusing alcohol to deal with it and everyone just kind of turning a blind eye. The mix of very high highs and very low lows. Trying to be happy and things never seeming to work out. The absolute tragedy of her life just being absolute garbage - partially of her own making. She's great, Vanessa Kirby and Helena Bonham Carter do a great job portraying her.

Elinor Dashwood (Sense and Sensibility)

For the Austenverse this spot was a tie between Elinor and Anne Elliot from Persuasion. Both are characters I've grown to love more and more as I've gotten older and can identify with them more. They're up there in age, they're the obligatory responsible adult in their families trying to fuckn' make do on this bitch of an earth. They have great pains and anxiety regarding love a nd their age and broken hopes and just hnnnh feels. Emma Thompson is my favorite rendition of her.

Lady Sarah Churchill (The Favorite)

Baddest bitch on the block. Emphasis on bitch. Like Sansa, her world is a sexist and misogynist one where women aren't percieved as a threat - they're barely percieved as players at all - but Sarah is smart as hell and has managed to seat herself in a position of extreme power at the Queen's side. At the cost of emotionally manipulating the Queen for her own selfish needs. (wtf) She's a villian I really like and seeing her and Abigail's power struggles is depressing but entertaining. Also her fashion sense is bomb dot com.

Megara (Disney)

Alongside Esmeralda (another favorite, tho problematic) the only Disney heroine from my childhood that seems to be an actual adult. She's sassy, her hips don't lie, and she loves herself a himbo. Relateable.

[gelenka-daria]

I'm not trying to downplay how badly they handled Dany's story in the show, but other characters' arcs were completely overlooked and ruined, some points made in earlier seasons don't add up to what we're seeing now and things don't make sense and I'm sitting here thinking why the foreshadowing and all if it's just gonna be thrown out in the end. There are people loving this so far and I don't even understand how that's possible? How can the source material be so disregarded like this?

do i look like i don’t know they’re butchering characters left and right? forget dany for a min and look at tyrion, arya, bran, JON, literally everyone else. i stopped investing in this show since season five and the huge in your face deviations from the books cus yo the way they offed barristan was absolute clownery, i knew it was downhell from the moment grrm distanced himself from it, however way he’s still involved clearly doesn’t matter, he obviously has no control over what they’re doing with the series and it shows in his latest comments, which i’m glad he made cus he barely ever talks of got if at all, (except to throw shade lol) ever since he stated that the show and books have gone their separate ways, that’s when i knew that yep, nothing this show can give me is valid, george doesn’t even like associating the two so idc about it, locals can take the bits the show throws them til the books are hopefully out. 

as for the people hyping this recent mess up lol huny pay attention, they’re the ones who dislike dany and they’re getting exactly what they wanted, they wanted her to be a villain so bad (under the claim it would make her more interesting) to justify all their hate and it’s working out in their favor so who cares if their faves’ development is out the window? if their arcs are tarnished cus omg guys at least dany’s gonna kick the bucket, her reputation in ruins no less! we stay winnin! 

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REANALYZING DEVOPS FOR 2021: WHY YOUR FIRM UNDOUBTEDLY NEEDS A DEVOPS CONSULTANT

The organizational approach of DevOps has shown its significance across industries. The grit stems from its ability to speed up deployments while simplifying maintenance of existing systems. Best practices, automation, and other tools aid this approach. It based on controlled iterations. In its initial phase, it includes real time monitoring, collaboration platforms, and incident response systems. All these are enveloped in a CI/CD (continuous integration and continuous delivery) philosophy.

·         According to IDC, the market is expected to reach a value of $6.6 Billion in 2022.

·         The value was at $2.9 Billion in 2017.

The main factors that are driving this growth are software-driven innovation, microservice-based architecture, and collaborative operational processes along with automated application development. Enterprises are heavily investing in all these spheres.

·         The CAGR expected to be exhibited from 2018 to 2023 is 30.9%.

·         UpGuard has estimated that 63% of all CI/CD adoptions complement software development.

·         55% of all the companies that have ventured into this space observed better collaboration and increased cooperation between teams.

·         38% of the companies agree that their code production quality has also skyrocketed.

In this space, we will be discussing the benefits associated with deployments and how this perception can redefine the future of this philosophy. We will then marry these insights to understand why a majority of businesses necessitate DevOps consulting. Let us start with the benefits.

 BENEFITS OF DEVOPS

1)      Automating your way into efficiency

It is essentially a set of practices that fuels business transformation. It is all about structural furtherance that aids process and a cultural shift. The global automation market for digital processes was at $6.77 Billion in 2018. After experiencing a CAGR of 13.3% from 2018 to 2023, the market is set to reach $12.61 Billion by 2023. Automating recurring tasks is a sine-qua-non for companies operating in this space. It also promotes an enhanced sense of collaboration between teams allowing to achieve bigger business goals.

 2)      End-to-end optimization

Patrick Debois, the initiator of this philosophy always believed that the insights that one can gain through this is its biggest positive. Dwelling productively on such insights can avoid optimization of IT silos and prove beneficial for the entire system. In other words, a comprehensive and holistic improvement occurs. It lets businesses be extra adaptive and align with its customers in a data-driven manner.

 3)      Speedy stable software

There are 5 predictors for development and operational success. This includes lead time, frequency of deployment, availability, time to restore, and change fail. Focusing on these parameters, the “Accelerate State of DevOps Report” estimated that the stability and speed of software deployment are significantly impacted in a positive manner. It is 41% less time consuming and requires 21% lesser time to address inconsistencies.

With the benefits laid out, it will be easier to anticipate the future endeavors that might come along. Now, we move over to the predictions. Let us see what the future will look like.

THE FUTURE

·         DevSecOps

Cyber security is a drastic concern for businesses of all sizes. The cyber security market was at $156.24 Billion in 2020. From 2020 to 2026, it is expected to have a CAGR of 14.5% and the market value in 2026 is predicted to be $352.25 Billion. This concern has trickled down to development and operational practices as well and the business landscape is seeing an increased adoption of DevSecOps. The market growth is also reflected in a similar fashion. The DevSecOps market in 2019 was valued at $2.18 Billion. By 2027, the market will reach a value of $17.16 Billion after exhibiting a CAGR of 30.76% from 2020 to 2027.

 ·         AgileOps

The last few years has seen a paradigm shift in the trends to hybrid management and multi-cloud strategic management. AgileOps is a strategic IT operational model that stems from the Agile principles. This gives rise to highly stable applications.

 ·         Microservices

Individually created units of the system is rising as a trend. The system may be complex but the approach makes sure that the deliverables are on time and deadlines are adhered to. It makes the process more feasible both economically and with respect to resources. This cloud-based market is also showing great promise. According to Markets and Markets, the CAGR to be experienced by the market from 2018 to 2023 is 22.4%. This means that the market will reach a value of $1880 Million by 2023. The valuation stood at $683.2 Million in 2018.

 Today’s business landscape demands more digital solutions, interconnected devices, and advanced IT systems. From this discussion we can conclude that it is a manner to get these requirements in a sync and derive the best of all the worlds. This is a productive method to marry research and innovation with the complete life cycle of application development. Now we reach the essence of this discussion. Why does your business demand a DevOps consultant?

 NECESSITTY OF A DEVOPS CONSULTANT

·         Feasibility

Implementing DevOps is not as easy as understanding it. It requires a magnificent grasp of the underlying concepts. By feasibility, we do not mean that hiring a professional team will be cheap. We are stating that hiring a professional consultant will be the most cost-effective manner to make the transition. Additionally, if you have specific business needs or operational nuances in mind, a professional team is your best chance for focusing solely on those parts and making sure that resources are not being exhausted counterproductively.

 ·         An integrated approach

The entire team has to be on the same page in order to implement it in the most meaningful fashion. Inefficient coding methods and practices can incur a significant amount of technical dept. Following the CI/CD principle can slowly annihilate this by streamlining operations through a holistic approach. With the help of an expert, you can implement processes that ensures that every member of the team is working in a similar capacity and that bottlenecks are eliminated completely.

 ·         Proper assessment

Any consultant worth their salt will begin the collaboration with a realistic assessment of your company’s current practices and principles. By merging this understanding with the business requirements and the collaboration capacities, the team can guide you in the way CI/CD need to be executed and exercised. Going beyond the obvious benefits, this assessment can also help in understanding the overall health and process lubrication of the organization.

CI/CD goes much beyond the definitions given to it. It can radically refurbish the entire development and operational nuances of an entire organization. Siloes become a thing of the past. And from the above discussion, we have seen that a professional DevOps or DaaS consultant is the most practical strides to take in this direction. And that brings us to the end of this discussion. Let us conclude.

 SUMMING UP

Efficiency must be the core of the operational shade of any business. The “time is money” principle runs deep in the business landscape but have not been absolutely appreciated and acknowledged by many firms. This is where CI/CD comes in. And it comes in with a formula for success. Any consultant will be privy to the idea and engage in tasks that are absolutely worthy for your business and hence, you need a DevOps consultant in 2021 and going forward as well.

If you are on the fence about addressing your DevOps needs in a professional fashion, simply visit us at www.orionesolutions.com. Our teams can lubricate your transformation and make sure that you maximize your efficiency, optimize your business, and sculpt scalable and secure solutions.

[elderwisp]

I’m the elton john anon. Don’t worry about it! Could you tag your sims as songs you know then?

AHHH OK I CAN DO THAT

S Y X: In the City - Chromatics 

- Honestly this group in general has reminded me of Syx the more I write/learn about her.

F R A N C E S: Hey - The Pixies or Monkey’s Gone to Heaven - The Pixies

- Something about the Pixies will always remind me of Frances. It was the song that started playing when I was in CAS and they just give me a sense of isolation and deranged behavior. I just picture Frances drenched in sweat at one of their concerts while on acid.

G U M: Melting - Kali Uchis

- Leo queen stanning other Leo queens? Yes. But honestly, this song is so mellow and it just reminds me of Gum’s passive, dreamy behavior. 

T A R Y N: Black Memories - The Growlers

- Notorious for not letting go, this song is about being left with grief after a tremendous heartbreak. Taryn has a tendency to gamble her heart to strangers only to be left to mend the pieces. The whole album, Chinese Fountain reminds me of her.

D A N: Femme - Le Couleur

- Femme just reminds me of a girl in red shades, driving down a California coastline, forgetting about a previous lover. Dan has such an independent character without even trying yet she manages to keep her femininity. Her songs make me feel empowered with a hint of delicacy. 

K A I: Halloween - Shakey Graves

- This song makes me a bit emotionally, honestly. It has such a melancholy feel to it. I can’t quite give you a song meaning behind it, part of me thinks death, another part makes me think it’s about someone who is caged. It just reminds me of Kai’s sad character and his battle with the loneliness that comes with depression.

A T L A S: Will He - Joji or I’ll Be Around - The Growlers

- I am so attracted to the way that Joji says “my lips” idfk man. OKOKOK but no this song is fucking dark okay. I was reading about this song and Joji sorta left it up to the listener. To me it talks about a heartbroken lover but I also think there’s a sense of obsession, almost toxic, behavior. I feel like on the exterior, Atlas isn’t too bad, however there were times in his past that he clung onto people in an unhealthy manner. He found himself manipulating others just so they could stay. At some point, relationships made him a messy, messy person.

- I’ll Be Around reminds me of Atlas waking up from a party, completely shitfaced. He’s covered in booze and limbs on top of him, not remembering where he found the glasses sitting on top of his head. He absolutely loves the feeling of dancing while high or drunk. I think there’s a scene in the music video where Brooks has a camera in front of him and he’s just looking around frantically while the room is spinning... It’s just an Atlas aesthetic. Partying “til the sun comes up.”

A T L A S x E M E R Y: Ontario Gothic - Foxes in Fiction 

- In my humble onion, this song makes me feel for these two. Like if you wanna cry for some reason, listen to this song!!! Idc imma make a video on them JUST YOU WAIT!!! Anyway, this song as a nostalgic, dreamlike feel to it. My heart feels so full when I heart it. It just reminds me of two lost souls meeting once again. I just imagine the two starring at each other, inches away, with such passion in their eyes. I imagine the two being afraid of their own emotions towards one another and the feeling of vulnerability when they collide. I just... I CAN’T WAIT TO INTRODUCE THESE TWO!!! *SHAKES FINGER* 

A R E S: The Less I Know the Better - Tame Impala

- This song reminds me of a lusty teenager enamored by the idea of someone. I feel like Ares spends a lot of time in his head daydreaming about intimacy and the idea of being with someone. I like that this song also talks about jealousy because I feel as if he’d grow a bit hurt to see his crush with someone that isn’t him. I don’t know, this song is a bop!