#there are 12 whole frames in this gif and it's so funny to me

[jonasiegenthaler]

NHL 25 Official Reveal Trailer

[kanmom51]

Smeraldo garden marching band - JM

Song and MV - My thoughts

Very long post ahead. Seeing that @andy-wm wrote such an amazing post already, I am sending whoever hasn't read it to go read and like it.

I agree with @andy-wm's thoughts and am going to use it as a base to mine, jot down a few points I would like to either add or emphasize. I could have reblogged, but I felt there was just too much I wanted to convey and better I do it in a separate post.

So let's get it.

Where where where do I start?

Maybe from the end, seeing that the song does seem to open and closes with the BTS reference.

I do agree the song is not JM singing his love to Army.

I've seen Army trying to twist and turn it around once again making it all about Army, JM telling us things he couldn't tell us before, the truth he couldn't before - that he loves army? Say what? Since when did he not tell Army he loved us? Since when was that a truth that had to be hidden? Nah. It's funny how people are getting the whole connection to the Smeraldo flower, the connection to The truth untold (will talk about that a little more later on), but are not willing to take that one extra step and see or admit what that thing JM telling us is.

There is a reason this song comes after Set me free Pt. 2!!

This is a different JM. One that decided to live his life as himself, flying away free like a butterfly.

And he connects the dots in the MV.

This is about something that was obviously hidden by him until now, something he is telling us now, a secret he is letting us in on, once he told "all the opps" to fuck off.

These lines here:

All the things we couldn't say before And your hidden feelings too I'll tell you everything now (Just for you) Don't you worry anymore Since we’re together now Let's be a little more honest (Let's go)

Clear as day.

This is about hidden feelings (and not necessarily hidden from the person he loves but from us, as we are the audience and it's time to tell us about it). Same btw with the honesty. Not that he hasn't been honest with that person he loves, but it's time to be honest with us, perhaps practice that same honesty that certain person has been trying to practice throughout 2023.

This is JM's time. JM's secret to tell.

So why, oh why the hell would it be about his love for Army and wanting to hold our flaming hands????? Please make it make sense.

Forget the fact that the lyrics are just not it. Nope. He might love army but he definitley doesn't want army, and spare me any reasoning, JM is a big boy and he KNOWS what it means when he says "I want you babe...", and it ain't him wanting Army. Nope. Nah. No way.

On top of that, by now we know that everything JM does is for a reason, and the 12 June in the lyrics is no different. This is about BTS, not Army, and the idea of the bookending, I love love love that one. This exactly:

That means the events happening in the song, happen within the context of Bangtan. Reading between the lines, the person he is singing to/about is within Bangtan.

Ah, and there is this too:

No special course in reading comprehension needed here.

Not a love song to army. If it wasn't clear from the lyrics then it's said here. A song JM wrote for army to help them express their feelings for a loved one when they are having issues doing so themselves (all part of the layering I will talk about later on).

I'll just say here that JM is the king of layering. One song and MV containing messages within messages.

One more thing about that ending frame from JM though.

When the curtains rise and the lights turn on Everyone is in their places Turn up the music I think we’re ready now Let's begin one, two Put your hands up

These lines.

As I was watching the MV for the first time reading those lines, this is what popped straight into mind (and speaking of popping, I will get to that too, that naughty cutie, sexy, lovely man of ours and his not so innocent innuendos - yes, I do think his mind was going there):

When do you feel your heart connected with another member ?

"...when my eyes naturally meet Jimin's and we high five..."

*Side note: not JK telling us his heart is connected with JM basically all the time...

I guess JK is talking about moments like that.

When I saw/heard those lines in JM's song it felt like the one JM was talking to in that moment wasn't all of the members, but that one person standing on that stage with him, that one person that he just said all his "I love you"s to.

Oh, and a little example of nothing being coincidental and fully thought out by JM:

Ok then.

Just as @andy-wm mentioned, JM gives us hints galore throughout the whole MV as to who that individual is he is speaking to, confessing his love to (again, all while also clearly talking to us letting us in on that secret that he was hiding until now).

We have him hinting to what it ain't.

That the person in question is not of the female variety. The potentially romantic moments are only with the male characters. That "yes sir" add-on.

Ooh, I love you babe I'll come closer to you I love you, babe (Yes, sir) Ooh, I want you, babe I wanna hold your hand I want you, babe

This is no mistake. This is not in the live version only. This is part of the actual lyrics. As is.

We have him giving us hints in the staging, the choreo, the set connecting with Serendipity.

The you are me I am you in the MV choreo

And prey tell, who took ownership of that one, eh?

We have the bubbles.

And specifically JM in a bubble.

Wait, what am I seeing there?

JM in a bubble with sunflowers?

Sun-flowers?

I guess we're in the business of recreating moments then.

Not quite enough, right?

So we have JM literally using Golden hour lighting in his MV. All while the sunflowers (you know, those that grow towards the sun, and usually don't tend to open up and flourish as the sun is going down) are blooming.

Oh, and who are they directed towards if not the recipient of JM's confession? You know, the sun part of the sun and moon duo. Get with it people. You should be reciting this off by heart by now.

Oh, @andy-wm you asked and I will reply. You are not crazy AT ALL. I will say it one more time and clearly:

The sunflowers, that represent the sun as in themselves, are blooming facing towards the camera, in the direction of JM's love confession, all while doing so when the sun is actually supposedly setting, it being Golden hour.

And if it's Golden hour we are talking about, how can we forget this?

Just JK telling us JM is the love of his life during Golden Hour .

See full clip here:

And now we have JM doing just the same.

Who would have thought?

So, basically the flowers are blooming facing (because of) the individual that JM is confessing his love to - you know, the sun to his moon.

Same moon that was doing this:

Every night You spin me up high The moon with you in its arms Let me have a taste Give me a good ride (Oh, I'm fallin', I'm fallin', I'm fallin') It's gon' be a good night (Oh, I'm fallin') Forever you and I

And if we are already drawing the lines between SGMB and Like crazy, then how about this perhaps connecting line:

We know how personal Face was to JM. We know that every single song is him through and through. We know Like crazy is about him struggling during the pandemic.

We saw his breakdown during the MOTS ONE live streamed concert.

This was October 2020, around 6 months into the pandemic. The uncertainty. This is their first performance and from there until Muster another 9 months go by. We know from Festa 2022 that the pandemic screwed up all of their plans. the uncertainty, working on and releasing Be and then Butter and PTD everything leading up to the PTD online concert, a year after MOTS ON:E. For those that performing is their life, standing in front of an audience and giving it their all, it's a hard pill to swallow. The unknown, if they will ever get back to perform on stage in front of a live audience, when this is who they are, their essence, it can be unbearable. JM wasn't the only performer to go through this. It's just that he shared this with us.

And JK was there by his side.

And all he wanted was to make it better.

Just like he did during the concert itself.

So yeah, I do believe it's JK referenced in that song.

And Yeah, like everything JM does, this song too, and it's MV, are layered.

And SMF pt. 2 is him breaking free, flying away like a butterfly and moving on to SGMB. Now he can say what he feels out loud for EVERYONE TO HEAR. And he's telling that someone that was worried about him, that one that stood by JM's side and perhaps JM felt like he was trying to save him, that it's ok, there is nothing to worry about anymore. And unlike in Like crazy, where JM doesn't want to be woken up from that dream, and he is fighting that person that wants to save him, at this point he's eager to wake up and live each day a new with that person he loves blossoming by his side.

Same person he wrote the Letter to?

Yep. Same person.

I do believe that they are all one. Same person by his side in Like crazy, giving him a good ride, in his arms, trying to save JM. Same person he wrote his love letter to. And same person he's telling that he loves in SGMB.

And then there are these lines to consider:

All the things we couldn't say before And your hidden feelings too

Is JM confessing to that person, to us and for that person too? Telling us the feelings are mutual. Hidden until now, from us, and now out in the open.

And yes, although SGMB is JM confessing his love to that person (cough JK cough), he's already done that in a song, right? So what now?

Layering peeps.

JM is telling that person, but more so, I do believe, telling us.

Remember how Letter was hidden? Yes, we got to hear it, but it was hidden on JM's album. Like a secret that isn't to be shared with everyone. Like something that needs to be hidden. And here comes the layering again - it's hidden cause it's a private letter to the one he loves, but also hidden because it's something that cannot be revealed publicly, because he's an idol and 'not allowed' to have such a personal relationship and because the relationship itself is 'not allowed', being with another man.

And now we have SGMB. Not only is the song not hidden away, but it's out there in the open. Loud and proud. The first single released from Muse. How louder or more public can it get than that?

Ok, so feels like a good place to talk about the song's choice of name and its lyrics for a sec.

Much has been said already about the Smeraldo flower, it's meaning and The Truth Untold.

And now we have this:

"The longing to confess and find love on behalf of those unable to articulate their feelings..."

Let's talk about this sentence for a second.

One of the things we get from the MV is cupid or matchmaker JM. Not only is he telling his person how he feels, he is also helping those around him express their love. So, as usual we have a layered message, oh so like JM to do in his well thought out messages. JM 'confessing' to his love, but also to us about his love (first 2 layers) and another layer of JM helping us, his audience, to express our feelings to whomever we wish to and are struggling to do so. Oh and another layer to it all is the one surrounding all three, the one that connects to the Smeraldo flower and it's part in The Truth Untold - that part of allowing to show your true colours, your true feeling, and not be rejected for them, not necessarily by the person you love, but by those that surround you and will not accept your true self or your love for each other.

The connecting lines between the two songs.

And we know who this song meant so much to as well.

"But I still want you"...

So most definitley not a coincidence JM choosing the Smeraldo flower nor calling his band The Smeraldo Garden Marching Band, having them be the ones to deliver this oh so loud and proud message to us all.

One last thing before I leave you for now.

Let's talk for a sec about the new JM dance challenge?

We got cutie sexy lovely JM in this one.

And again, thanks @andy-wm for your lovely post.

Once again, if it wasn't clear already, the one he's paired up with is Loco, sitting there on the sofa, not even dancing with him, just there all googly eyed at JM, struggling to keep a straight face. And the end, omg, that end.

No Loco. That performance was not for you. And fyi, there is only one person JM is accepting flowers from ...

You know...

That one and the same person he was rushing home to pack for their trip to Japan the next day.

Same person he chose to enlist together with less than a month later.

[princesspastel8]

Chapter 1: Gravity Falls

Dipper POV

I stare out the window, holding the note Wendy gave me that day 12 years ago. After so long, those years of endless torture from my family, I can finally be free.

No, we can finally be free.

Bill....

Oh, how I missed that damn dream, demon. Years of planning and years of research. The moment weirdmaganen ended and gravity falls was back to normal, something in me felt off. I couldn't stop thinking about Bill.

All I wanted was Bill. The moment he took over my body filled me with so much desire when I got my body back. It's as if he left a piece of himself inside of me. A permanent reminder that I would always be his.

But of course, I was too young and stupid to understand such feelings. Those feelings for Wendy were my hormones raging for some form of attraction for anything that looked appealing. And Wendy took the cake.

I watch as the trees fly by the window of the bus. I yawn, taking a glance at Mable, who is bouncing in her seat next to me. For someone who's 25 years old, she sure still acts like a 13 year old.

Nothing really changed since the two of us left. I grew facial hair and gained a few inches over mable. Came out as gay to my parents, who completely disowned me. Mable was hardly ever in the picture during that time in my life. She was always out partying or hooking up with some guy.

But of course, she was always everyone's favorite. She lacked the awkwardness I gained that should have been equally split between the two of us! Honestly, I hate claiming her as my twin at times.

Her personality stayed the same as well. Still as selfish and naive as ever, which comes in handy at times. We grew distant when I started to change. I felt my personality grow darker compared to her sunshine and rainbows one.

People grew eerie of me by the time I turned 16. Rock music became my best friend, but I wasn't a punk rock emo gothic freak. Those depressed waste of space really piss me off. Maybe that's why I hated Robbie so much. All the fake angst and unnecessary anger grew annoying and out of place, in my opinion. Hopefully, he grew up and gained some balls since I've been gone.

The bullying at school ended once I learned how to fight and throw knives. Knives became my most favorite thing in the world. The sharp yet light blade, the different types of beautiful leather handles. I brought my whole collection with me.

Oh, I guess I forgot to mention I'm moving here. Coming out as gay to my parents while also adding that I'm not going to college really added to the hatred they now shared for me. But it didn't bother me, I left a little gift for the both of them under their bed. I guess I won't be hearing from them for the rest of my life. I chuckle to myself at the thought.

Mable looks at me, tilting her head to the side. "What's funny dip n dop?"

I jump, my smile now in a thin line, "Something you wouldn't understand, Mable."

"Oh, come on, Dipper! You never say anything to me!" She whines while shaking my shoulder aggressively.

One of the things I made clear to Mable over the years is to never touch me. I turn my head to look down at her frame, glaring into her eyes. "Don't. Touch. Me." I said through my teeth.

Mable quickly pulls away and looks down, nuzzling her head against waddles. "S-sorry Dipper. I always forget...."

I roll my eyes but smile and flick her forehead. "Whatever, cheer up. We're here."

Mable looks out the mirror and cheers, already up from her seat and running to the double doors of the bus. And I'm left with the bags, no surprise there. I carry my things on my back while placing her bags under my arms.

I walk off the bus with a sigh, still carrying our bags. Mable is currently in a group hug with Candy and Grenda. I notice Wendy patting her head with Robbie standing beside her. I raise an eyebrow at the rings on their fingers. I'm trying my best to hold back laughter. Those two got married?!

I glance back to Mable and see Pacifica. Her blonde hair is so bright that it's blinding. Standing next to her is Gideon. They didn't look much different, but at least gideon ditched that stupid suit. I finally noticed Soes and my Grunkles. Stan looked the same, but Stanford seemed to age a bit. Maybe stress from researching too much.

"Oh guys, I missed so you Much! And I'm so happy for you two!" Mable cheers, looking at Robbie and Wendy.

Robbie scratches the back of his head as a light blush tents around his cheeks. He looks down, pouting. "Whatever."

"Lighten up, Rob. And thanks, Mable. Never thought I would fall for him again. A lot has changed."

I chuckle, shaking my head at her words. "Damn right it has."

All eyes are on me now. I raise an eyebrow, shrugging my shoulder. "What?"

"Is that really you, Dipper Pines?" Gideon asks in shock.

"Oh wow, Dipper, nice glow up." Pacifica winks.

"Heh, you're finally taller than Mable. Congrats, man." Wendy said, walking over to me for a hug.

I laugh and hug back the best way I could since I'm carrying all of our bags. "Thanks, I guess."

"Kid finally got some muscle!" Stan cheers while patting me on my back. Stanford nods his head and smiles.

"Well, why are we just standing around here for? We have a surprise for you two, my dudes." Soos said while walking forward towards the mystery shake.

Once, Soos opens the door, Mable and I are greeted by cheers of happiness. "WELCOME BACK MYSTERY TWINS!"

Mable rushes in and hugs almost everyone while I stand there and simply wave. The party starts right after we arrive. I sigh, walking up the stairs with Stanford behind me.

"So how have you been, Dipper? Are there any plans for college?"

I shake my head, opening the first door to Mable's and I old room. "Nope. I see no reasoning in college when I'm one of the most bright minded people in this world. College would just be a waste of my brain and time." I said, ending with a yawn.

"You have a point, but having a college degree makes job seeking easier." He pointed out. "And by the way, this will be your own room. Mable has the other room across the hall."

I roll my eyes. Of course, she gets the bigger room - the same room we fought over that day. I smile, dropping my bags near my old bed. "That's great! Thanks, grunkle Ford."

"No problem. I am looking forward to making new discoveries with my great nephew again." He smiles and pats my shoulder. "I'll meet you back downstairs." He said while walking out.

I hum as I unload my things, fixing my room up to my liking. It didn't take long. All I have are my books, journals, knives, and necessities. I walk to Nable's room and throw her bags on the bed. This really is unfair, and it's getting under my skin.

I walk down the stairs, digging my nails into my skin while scratching my arm too hard. I grab a soda from the table and take my place in a corner of the room. While I observe everyone, I notice Pacifica glancing at Mable from time to time. I chuckle, taking a sip of my drink. I knew she had a thing for my twin sister. That'll come in handle one day.

I look to my right, catching Candy and Gideon staring at me. They both quickly turn their heads, faces covered in blush. Does Candy still have that stupid crush on me? Ugh, that'll be annoying, but what's the deal with Gideon?

Candy begins to walk towards me, her smile determining but her eyes nervous. "Hello, Dipper."

"Hm." I said, taking another sip of my drink.

"So how have you been these past years? Have a girlfriend, maybe?"

I chuckle, looking down at her. "Cutting right to the chase, huh?"

She blushes and laughs. "How can I not? You've grown extremely attractive since I last saw you."

"It's called puberty candy. And I was 13 the last time you saw me. I'm 25 now."

She nods her head, "Yes....so I was wondering... now that we both matured..if you wanted to give us a try?"

I try my best to hold back my laughter. Gideon stared at us the whole time, jealously. Hurting her feelings would bring joy, but I can't give my true self away.

"Sorry to break it to you, Candy, but I don't swing that way."

Her eyes widen as if they're being squeezed out of her eyesockets. "YOU'RE GAY?!" She shouts loud enough for everyone to hear.

I sigh heavily, all eyes on us. I did not want this type of attention. I didn't want the whole town knowing I enjoy dick up my ass. That's none of their business. Now I'm regretting not telling her in the harshest way that even if I weren't gay, and if she was the last woman on earth, I'd rather die than to be left alone in her presence.

"You're what Dipper?" Wendy asks a bit taken aback herself, which is understandable.

"Oh wow, dude. Never thought you'd go that way." Soos pips in.

Pacifica didn't seem like she cared. I'm pretty sure it's because of her secret as well. Gideon, on the other hand, looks hopeful. The thought of hooking up with him actually makes my flesh crawl.

I chug down the rest of my drink, crushing the can with my hands. This was so annoying and stupid. "Yes, I'm gay. It's 2019 people. Keep up with the times, and if you have a problem with it, then -" I was cut off by a loud phone ringing.

Stanford and grunkle Stan shake from their shock, and Stan picks up the phone. "What is it?" He answers rudely.

"Yes, that's me. Now that do you -......what?!" He shouts, his eyes filling with dread and grief. "Ok....Thank you. Bye."

Stan ends the phone call, pulling Stanford to the side. He told him whatever the news was, his demeanor shifting. My gunkles turn to both me and Mable, who looks really worked up. "What is it grunkle Stan? What's the matter?" She questions.

"Kids....there's no good way I can say this but, you're parents are dead. A bomb was placed under their bed, and it went off the moment they both laid down....the police have no idea who could've done this. The house is completely destroyed.

The shack is filled with gaps and apologetic expressions towards the Pines family. Mable breaks down into tears, falling to her knees. I force myself to look as hurt as I can. I reach down to lift Mable up, trying to calm her down. Luckily, her friends helped.

Once the news settled, and everyone left, the party is shut down. Robbie, Wendy, Pacifica, Candy, Grenda, and Gideon offer to stay and help clean while Mable, and I head to bed. Mable wishes me goodnight, pulling me into a tight hug.

My face remains blank, but I hug her nonetheless. "Just get some rest tomorrow, mable. They're find who did that to our parents.."

Lies.

She nods her head and pulls away. She walks into her room as I do the same. I sit down on the edge of my bed, reaching for one of my journals. Before I can open it, the door to my room opens. I quickly place it under my blanket, turning around to face who's at my door. It's just my Grunkles.

"Hey Dipper, how are you holding up?" Stan asks while sitting to my right.

I nod my head, staring at my hands.

Stanford sits to my left, rubbing his hand up and down my back in a soothing motion. "We know you're trying to stay strong for Mable, but it's alright to cry."

What am I, five? I nod my head as tears begin to fall. "Wh-who could have done this?" I ask, my voice cracking.

Stanford and Stan pull me into a hug as I sob. "It's ok, Dipper. You and Mable will stay with us. We're here for you guys. Everyone is." Stanford said.

I nod my head, pulling away from the both of them. "Th-Thanks you two....but I would like to be alone right now."

They both nod their heads. "We understand, Dipper. We all need time, and it's ok that you're gay. We still love you the same." Stan said before standing and leaving the room.

"If you need us, we'll be downstairs." Stanford said.

I nod my head, watching them leave. I stand and walk to my door, locking it. I rush to my bed and jump in it, pulling out my journal from under my blanket. I lay on my back, opening the journal. Tears still falling from my eyes, I gently glaze my hands over the first page. Bill's circle. I feel my frown quickly stretch into a smile as I turn to the second page, Bill's human form.

Oh, how he looks so godly. How tan he is, that damn bright yellow tux. Those sparkling locks of hair that I could run my fingers through all day. His twisted smile, I can just hear his laugh bouncing inside my skull.

I place the journal on my chest as I start to laugh. I start from chuckling to heavy cackling. I place a hand over my mouth so my laughter won't be heard throughout the shack. The rush of soon seeing Bill taking completely over me. I slowly close my eyes, thinking of the little song he used to play.

Don't know where

Don't know, wheeeeeen~

Til we meet again...

"Some sunny day...."

"Haha! See ya soon, Pinetree!~"

[hand-written-dreams]

CRIMSON SHADE

Chapter 12

Stars Beneath Her Skin

You put a spell on me. I'm losing my mind

You better stop things. It's a matter of time

Before I hunt you down.

Grab your chin, And kiss your lips

- ( the song of the chapter is 'You put a spell on me' by Austin Giorgio.)

A fraction of eternity passes between them as they stare at each other.

Her, with roses on her cheeks,

And him, with his upper lip caught between his teeth.

'Is he fighting a smile?' She can't be so sure with him and his stoic face. But the amusement glimmering in his Caramel-browns betrays him slightly.

"Well, well, well," he says with a voice dripping with sin as he takes in the sight of her tangled in the fairy lights. Their soft glow clings to her like a web of stars. "If it isn't my favourite person in the whole world....all wrapped up in a situation."

'favourite person?'

Her eyebrows shoot up as she crosses her arms as best she can with the lights still draped over her. “Should I be flattered?”

His gaze roams over her, tracing the soft glow of the lights framing her shoulders, lingering a beat longer on her face. She can’t help but let her eyes wander as well. The faint light illuminates his features, casting shadows that make him look like a dark angel. Dangerous, yet undeniably alluring.

"Tsk, my sweet, despicable enemy, you're still as sparkly as I remember," he states, a hand gesturing lazily in her direction, "Didn't realize stalking required.....this much decoration."

"Hot and cold much, Mr.Raizada. Either I'm your 'favourite person', or I'm your 'enemy.' Pick a side," she snaps, trying to get herself out of the claw of the light string monster.

"Why can't you be both?"

She glares at him, and if looks could kill, he’d be a memory by now. He merely arches a dark brow, eyes alight with an unspoken dare, inviting her into the same sparring game they’ve been playing all this time. But instead, she focuses on untangling the fairy lights, resisting the urge to meet his challenge with a sharp retort.

A low chuckle rumbles from his chest, rich and dark, as he moves toward her with slow, deliberate steps, "So, you were stalking me, huh?"

"Stalking you!? In your dreams," and despite all her earlier resolve, here she is, taking his bait.

"Oh, really? Are you sure about that? Because it's funny how we always find ourselves in the same place, at the same time. Wherever I am, you seem to find yourself there.”

"Maybe you're the one who's always in my way," she huffs, irritated with the tangled heap of light strings, the more she tugs on them, the movement only seems to make them more stubborn. She's getting more tangled in them than she previously was. And she's equally frustrated with the beautiful bastard in front of her, who has not finished pestering her yet.

"Funny," he stops mere inches from her, the space between them narrowing, folding them into the soft glow of the lights. "I had an interesting interaction just the other night. A certain someone, calling themselves 'TheSwallow,' popped up on my phone to say 'hi.' That wouldn’t happen to be you, right?" His smirk sharpens as he tilts his head, savoring her reaction. "Fortunately, my manager thought ahead and set up a warm welcome...for my curious little guest. Sorry about your device, though."

Hear floods her cheeks, but she maintains her glare, unflinching. "Ok, I admit. It was a moment of weakness. But that virus nearly fried my laptop," she mumbles back, struggling to hide the nerves that creep into her voice.

A faint crackle of static snaps through the lights, sending a sting across her skin. She flinches, instinctively pulling her hand back. He reaches out slowly. His fingers warm against her skin, as his large hand seizes her delicate wrist, taking it hostage.

Her heart flutters like butterfly wings trapped within her rib cage, while her skin surrenders to the mercy of his fingertips.

A featherlight touch.

Nothing more than a fleeting caress.

Yet, it sends tremors through her, like ripples over still water.

He works with maddening slowness to free her from the lights. The gentle graze of his fingertips moves along her wrist, then her forearm and her arm, leaving a trail of scorching heat in their wake. The fairy lights twist around her like delicate chains, but beneath his hands, slow and unhurried, they unwind like silk.

All of a sudden, the air grows thin around her. Every nerve comes alive, attuned to his fingers. She can feel the steady thrum of her pulse echoing in her throat as her blood sings beneath his fingertips.

"You always find yourself in messes, don't you?" he says, tugging at a particularly stubborn knot around her forearm. "Or is it just me that brings out the worst in you?"

On one hand, his fingers work to free the lights from her with calm precision, while on the other hand, his gaze encircles her like an unseen thread winding tighter with every heartbeat.

Relentless and inescapable.

"If I'm in a mess, it's because you are always around to make it worse," her voice is steady, despite her full awareness that her body is betraying the calm she so desperately tries to maintain.

He hums softly as he loosens a loop of lights from her shoulders. His knuckles brush along her cheek, leaving her knees trembling. "Don't give me that much credit. If anything, you're the one who can't seem to stay away from..... trouble."

"Please," she scoffs, cursing herself in her mind. "You think I did this on purpose? Believe me, I'd rather be anywhere else."

His fingers glide along the curve of her neck as he deftly slips another string of lights free, his eyes fixated on hers with that infuriatingly unreadable gaze of his. "Could’ve fooled me," he murmurs, gently turning her in a slow circle, making her face away from him."Because you never seem to be anywhere else. Given how often I find you lurking around my business, one would think you are obsessed with me."

She stiffens, "Lurking?....I have better things to do than watch you."

"Do you?" His voice drops slightly as he inches even closer, the space between them shrinking. His breath warms the back of her neck, sending shivers racing down her spine, while his hands  work at the lights tangled around her back, where they’ve ensnared themselves in the ties of her blouse. His fingertips are lava against the bare skin of her back. "Because from where I'm standing, you seem pretty invested in keeping your eye on me."

"I don't keep an eye on you," she forces the words out through her rapid breathing. His fingers wrap around her shoulders to turn her around to face him again.

A slow, infuriating smile spreads across his face as their breaths mingle in the narrow space between them. Her hazels are held prisoner in his caramel-browns. Two dark abysses, a pair of consuming madnesses, both inevitable, both drawing her toward him, each promising her end, one day. And she can't escape.

"Maybe you decided to give your eyes a little break and keep your ears on me this time." He leans in, his voice turning to a low, teasing murmur, "So...have you heard anything interesting?"

“I've heard enough,” Her voice is tight as she lifts her chin defiantly. "But, why should I tell you? Maybe I've heard...all your deep, dark secrets."

His hand settles on her waist, almost possessively, brushing against her skin in a way that feels more deliberate than necessary.

"Secrets, huh?" His words are midnight whispers, cloaked with mystery, meant just for her. “Did you bring your notebook? Perhaps to take proper notes?"

In response, she shoots him a withering look.

His infuriating smirk and teasing tone are gone, his gaze dancing over her face as if he's studying her every reaction. His eyes darken with something far more dangerous as he leans in just a fraction more. "Here's the thing about secrets. You might uncover something.....dangerous," his fingers lingering on her waist a little bit longer, brushing the skin under her naval as he holds her gaze. "Something you're not ready to handle."

"Then maybe you shouldn't have anything to hide," her voice quivers slightly under his piercing gaze.

Leaning in even closer, his mouth hovers by her ear, each breath a tender caress, warm and lingering, weaving a spell that gently coaxes her eyes to flutter shut. She’s helpless against the storm brewing within her.

His voice is barely above a whisper, dangerously soft yet searing. "Just remember, the more layers you shed, the messier it gets. And soon enough, you might find yourself laid bare, more exposed than you ever intended."

She struggles to draw in a breath as the final strand slips free with a gentle tug.

Yet he doesn’t move, doesn’t step back.

His hand remains at her waist, the warmth of his palm grounding her.

Her eyes flutter open, only to be ensnared by his gaze. The air between them dances, weaving their breaths together. With the last knot of lights unravelled, she may stand free in appearance, yet her mind is still deeply entangled in him.

The glow of the lights casts a faint shadow over them. Her eyes slip to the sharp cut of his jawline, tracing the strong, defined lines. They wanders further, lingering on the subtle cleft in his chin before finally settling on his lips. Her mind wonders how the creator took his sweet time to make them so symmetrically perfect. They look so awfully soft despite the dark stubble guarding around them.

'Would they feel as soft as they look?'

A loud cheer from the main hall clears away the haze that falls around her mind, and her eyes dart to his. She abruptly steps back, causing him to retreat as well.

She tries to look at anything other than him, but she can still feel his eyes on her.

"Talking about uncovering, see what Mr.Mathur sent me. Your father had an... interesting video of you in his collection," he murmurs, watching her intently. "Surprised you haven’t erased it yet."

"You hacked his phone?!" She grits out through clenched teeth.

"No, my manager did, he's good at this kind of stuff."

"Why did you do that?"

"Well, you tried hacking mine. Thought I’d return the favor. So why haven’t you erased the video?"

She crosses her arms. "I tried. But he kept a hard copy, stashed away in a bank vault. So what’s the point?"

"Imperial Reserve Bank?"

Her eyes narrow. "How do you know?"

"Just a wild guess. I know he has a vault there." A calculating look crosses over his face. "So that’s why you were collecting evidence against him. What’s he blackmailing you to do?"

"None of your business."

"You made it my business when you held a knife to my back demanding that evidence back."

She sighs, looking away. "I once attempted to leave the country."

"Hmm..." A shadow of a smirk falls on his lips, "Miss Gupta, you can't just up and leave the family. Show a little heart."

Her jaw tightens as she stares daggers at him.

A gleam of amusement flashes in his eyes, as he continues, "Anyways, a ‘thank you’ might be in order, don’t you think?"

"Excuse me?.... You want me to thank you? What the hell for?"

"I got you permission to work."

"Firstly, I haven’t even accepted your offer. Secondly, what makes you think they won’t go back on their word?"

"Convince them then."

"It’s not that simple."

"If you really want it, you'll make it happen."

She rolls her eyes. "It’s not like I'm thrilled to work for you."

He smirks. "But you’re excited to work. I’ll email you the appointment letter. Looking forward to your service, Miss Gupta."

"You are impossible," she mutters, exasperation flashing in her eyes. "I can work anywhere, it doesn’t need to be for you. You are not the only person who can help me with the resources I need to locate my lost files."

"That’s probably true," he says, eyes gleaming with smug amusement. "But I’m the only one who's offering."

She isn’t a fool to pretend that he isn't right, that multiple tech companies are waiting at her feet to offer her a job with access to advanced technologies. And as she is not foolish, she acknowledges that he is absolutely right. But what makes this situation worse is, the smug asshole in front of her knows he is right as well.

She let out a long breath. These past few weeks they have been circling each other in endless loop and this has to end soon.

"Mr.Raizada, what's the point of all this, anyway? On one hand, you're hell-bent on making me work for you, while on the other, you never miss a chance to remind me that one day you'll erase my existence from the earth."

She holds his eyes in her a moment too long and she knows she is not getting an answer from him tonight. That much she comes to know him. She can read it in his features. Giving up, She attempts to leave the garden, determined to escape, by bypassing him at the opening of the blind end of the hedges she had got herself stuck into earlier this evening. She suddenly feels a light tug on her dupatta.

She freezes, indignation flaring.

How dare he? Could he really stoop so low?

She whips around, ready to cut him down with a glare and a few choice words, only to find him standing there, hand raised, her dupatta caught in his cufflink.

Of all things in the universe or even across every alternate reality she can imagine, she never pictured herself in this clichéd, cinematic moment. She’s a student of science, for heaven’s sake. These things only happen in movies and romance novels.

A hint of a smile plays at the corner of his lips, like the early forecast of a biting comment. A warm flush spreads across her cheeks.

Why couldn’t the ground just swallow her whole?

With a resigned sigh, she reaches out, once again attempting to free herself from him. And to her surprise, he doesn’t say a word.

No sharp remark, no mocking tone.

Just a quiet, shadowy smile softening his gaze, his usually sharp eyes holding something almost...warm. She is absolutely sure she has imagined it or perceived it wrong.

She decides to head to her room, too drained to rejoin the wedding celebrations.

Lying in bed, she closes her eyes, letting the chaos of thoughts wash over her....apprehension, confusion, desire and a steady awareness humming through her veins. Her mind is filled with caramel-brown eyes.

Eyes she doesn’t trust, not for a moment. She’s sure he has ulterior motives. But was he telling the truth about having no involvement with TheShadowMonster?

But the thing is, what he claims his intentions are makes more sense than any ties to the hacker. A man like him would do anything to terminate an unpredictable threat like TheShadowMonster without any hesitation. And it's not a fight, where he can bring his gun.

On the other hand, if he were involved, wouldn't he have simply ended her life for exposing him? Not that he hasn’t implied he wouldn't do the same eventually. But why the delay? Why is he so adamant to make her work for him?

And against her better judgment, she’s dying to find out. And she knows she can’t learn the truth unless she steps into the lion's den.

His offer is a double-edged sword, on one side lies her lifelong dream of working with a proficient team, while on the other stands the devil himself as her boss.

For the first time in her life, she’s tempted to take the leap, to throw herself off the cliff and see where she lands. Life’s short anyway, why not live fully?

Living fully.

Her mind drifts to a memory of feeling most alive, in the shadowy world of the dark web. It’s not always filled with the nefarious activities people imagine. Most of the time, it’s a space where brilliant minds, understood only by each other, compete in exhilarating online games and challenges, only accessible in this hidden realm. Not for the ordinary people, who wouldn’t understand...or, worse, wouldn’t appreciate.

She remembers the first time she heard of him...TheShadowMonster. Back then, he was nothing more than a name, murmured in the encrypted chat room of 'The Phantom Hunt', which was an underground game for the hackers.

He was a mystery.

A myth among hackers.

A legend shrouded in shadows.

Yet somehow, the very moment his name surfaced, it latched onto her mind, igniting a spark of intrigue that refused to die out.

For the time being, he seized all of her attention. An attention that, in time, had cost her far too much.

And she will make him pay as well...or at least try. She owes that much to herself and to her intelligence.

Amidst the chaos swirling around her, she knows she must carve out a path for herself. To do that, she might have to make a deal with the devil and dance with him, playing his game on his terms, in the hope of outsmarting him enough to extract an opportunity-- something that could serve her own purposes. Somewhere in this haystack of lies and schemes, there has to be something useful for her.

There's something, isn't it?

Arnav Singh Raizada is shipping his boss's girlfriend out of the country.

A daring act.

Whatever his reason may be, a move like that would be seen as a monumental act of betrayal against the Eagles. If she can play her cards right and manipulate a few of the scenarios, maybe she can strike a similar deal for herself too.

Now, that's not a bad prospect to look forward to.

Author's note:

Hey sweet readers, I hope you all have a beautiful holiday. Be safe.

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7 minutes in hell, or is it heaven? Part 12

-There are Stranger Things out there-

Warnings: abuse and angst.

a/n: if ya’ll could'nt tell the time line is totally fuck up from how the show is. also this chapter gave me trouble i didnt want to write it.

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*Billy pov *

 I was relaxing on my bed  flipping through a new rolling stones magazine when I heard my fathers angry voice ringing through the quiet house.

“William! Get your ass down here, right now!” I shivered at my father’s voice, speedily jumping up from my bed, and quickly went downstairs. “You needed me, sir?”

Neil walked over to susannand whispered in her ear. She looked at Billy like she wanted to say something to him but shook her head and left. She always wanted to say something. She just never did.

 “Where the fuck is maxine?” Neil snaps. 

“I don’t know, sir. She is probably at the movies or arcade” 

“You let her go alone?”

“She's old enough to take care of herself.”

“You know what I’m done playing these games. I’m done with your fucking additude”. He slaps me across the face. 

“What did we talk about?”

“Respect and responsibility.” 

“Fucking find your sister!’ instead of staring at yourself in the fucking mirror faggot and get her home immedially” he spats while dragging me out of the house throwing me on the ground next to my car.

I headed to Sinclair's house first, but mrs. Sinclair said that the kids were probably at the wheeler's house.

I rang the doorbell to the wheeler's house, but there was no answer, so i tried again. The door opened to a woman wearing just a robe, her hair slightly wet. She must have gotten out of the shower or something. 

“Oh Hi”  I smiled at her.

“Hi” she softly says. She stared at me in awe, this is going to be fun, i thought. Using my charm to get information faster. 

“I, uh, didn't realize Nancy had a sister. She chuckles lightly. 

 “What's so funny?”

“I'm Nancy's mother.” she laughs. 

Chuckling in disbelief  “Mrs. wheeler”

“Um, I'm sorry, and you are you?” she stammers.

“Billy, Billy hargrove.” I said as I took her hand delicly.

“You must be here for Nancy.”

“Nancy? No, no. Not my type. uh…. “ I noticed she had a glimmer of hope behind her eyes. Sorry, mrs. wheeler im taken. I smile to myself. “No, actually, I am looking for my little sister Max. goes by maxine. She's been missing all day, and, uh, to be honest with you, I've been worried sick, you know, so….”  Not going to lie to myself. i was actually starting to get a little worried about Max. 

“Oh”

“I thought she was at Lucas", but Mrs. Sinclair said your house is the designated hangout, so, you know…"I leaned on the door frame, smirking slightly “here i am.” 

“Come on in, i give you the byer's address.'' She says, opening the door more for me to follow her inside.

“Their driveway is pretty dark this time of night. So drive slowly.” She handed me a piece of paper.

“Always” I smiled at her.

“And when you see Mike tell him to come home already, okay?”

“You’re a real lifesaver, you know that?” I said as I took a bite of a cookie she offered. 

“Anytime.”

“I’ll see you later.” walking out the room i can feel her eyes on me. Chucking, y/n is going to kill me if she finds out I let mrs. wheeler eye fucked me but i needed the inforation for my sake. 

*small time skip*

I pulled up to the byers' house. I see Harrington standing at the front door. “Am I dreaming, or is that you, Harrington?”

“Yeah, it's me. Dont cream your pants.”

“What are you doing here, amigo?”

“I could ask you the same thing, amigo, y/n isn't here, by the way.”

“I'm not looking for her, I'm looking for my stepsister. A little birdie told me she was here.”

“Huh, that's weird. I don't know her.”

“Small, redhead, bit of a bitch.” 

“Doesn't ring a bell. Sorry, buddy.”

Sighing “you know, i don't know, this whole situation, Harrington, i don’t know. It's giving me the heebie-jeebies.”

“Oh, yeah? Why is that?”

“My 13 year old sister goes missing all day. And then I found her with you in a stranger's house. And you lie to me about it.”

He chuckles. “Man, were you dropped too much as a child, or what? I don't know what you don't understand about what I just said. She's not here.”

“Then who is that?” I pointed my cigarette at the window behind him. He turned, and we saw the kids duck. 

“Oh,shit. Listen….” he started to say before I pushed him to the ground. I leaned over “I'm going to let this slide because you're your y/n friend.” marching to the door, I swung it open to see the kids all staring at me. I saw how close Lucas was next to Max, and that made me furious.

“Well, well, well. Lucas Sinclair. What a surprise.” I say as I walk towards him. Looking over to Max “I thought I told you to stay away from him, max.”

“Billy, go away” she says.

“You disobeyed me. And you know what happens when you disobey me. I break things.” I pushed Lucas against a corner shelf roughly. 

“Billy!, stop!.” she screams. 

“Get off of me.” Lucas says as he struggles under my grip.

“Since Maxine won't listen to me, maybe you will. You stay away from her, you hear me?” I growled.

“I said," Get off me! "” he knees me in the balls, i quickly let go.

“You're so dead, Sinlcair!” 

“No. You are.” Steve turns me away from Lucas and punches me in the jaw. I started to laugh. "LOOKS LIKE THERE'S STILL SOME FIRE IN YOU AFTER ALL! I'VE BEEN WAITING TO MEET THIS KING STEVE EVERYONE HAS BEEN TELLING ME SO MUCH ABOUT!"

“Get out.” was all he said, pushing me back. I threw a punch, but he dodged it, he manages to land a punch on my jaw again.

The kids start yelling “kick his ass, steve!

“Get him!

“Murder the son of a bitch!”

I hit him with a plate and got the upper hand, and continued to land punches on his jaw. “Now one tells me what to do!” I yelled. Steve is a bloody mess on the floor.

“Billy? Kids? What the fuck is going on?” I froze when I heard the y/n voice. “Shit im in trouble” I thought, Steve realized that I stopped and he pushes me into the fridge, a demented dog looking thing fell out onto my lap.

“What the fuck is that?!” i say.

*y/n pov*

I pulled up to the byers house, and I noticed Billy's car  was here, “weird why is he here” I said to myself as i got out of mine. I could hear screaming and yelling coming from the house. I ran to the door thinking we were under attack by demodogs again. I had my nail bat ready and slammed the door open, expecting creatures  but what I found was  my boyfriend beating the ever living shit out of my best friend. 

“Billy? Kids” what the fuck is going on?” I yelled. I noticed Billy froze to my voice and suddenly he was on the floor with a dead demodog on his lap.

“What the fuck is that?!” was all he said. 

“Fuck dustin, why did you have to put in the the fridge.” i say. Great, now I'm going to have to explain everything to Billy, who is probably going to think his girlfriend has gone crazy.

“This is a ground- breaking scientific discovery. We can't just bury it like some common mammal, okay? It's not a dog.” he says as he picks it up from Billy's lap, who was still in shock. 

“Billy?” i say. He doesn't look at me. 

“Baby?” he finally looks at me. “ I'm going to explain everything, so please listen closely…. Okay?” he shook his head, yes. Taking a deep breath.

“The year before you got here, something strange happened to Hawkins. It all started when Will byers went missing, and a girl named Eleven suddenly showed up. El made cross-dimensional psychic contact with the hive mind and opened the "Mothergate" at Hawkins Lab. Somehow, the Mothergate’s creation also caused the Upside Down to transform from its original state and become a perfect copy of the human world, during that time a Demogorgons came through terrorizing both Will in the upside down and our town.” i looked at him carefully. He just sat quietly listening to me. I continued.

“Do you remember when I said i had a brother?” I asked.

“Yes,” he says softly.

“Mikey died at middle school trying to protect the kids from a demogorgon. While I was upside down helping Joyce and Hopper find Will. We managed to get Will back. But he didn't come back nearly like his old self. Recently, he's been having visions about a creature we are calling a mind-flayer, which now has made Will a host. The thing that fell on you was a demodog, a smaller version of a demogorgon. I know all this sounds crazy and I understand if you think I'm crazy but this is what's happening in the hell hole of a town. I wanted to tell you for so long, but I did it to protect you from this, and the government made us promise not to tell anyone." I breathed. 

“You're right. This is crazy and you are crazy, but…. Strangely, I believe you.”  he says, taking my hands. 

“Max, how long have you known?” he asks her.

“Since last year.” she says

“Jesus” he sighs in disbelief. 

"Guys, i have located where hopper dug the entrance to the tunnel," i say to Steve and the kids. as they geared up to help with the mission.

"Baby, i know you're trying to process everything, but we may or may not have to go in an alien vine tunnel thing right now to help save the world."

"oh fucking fantastic" he says as runs after me and the group.

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Masterlist

2023

[mavis-merry-magnolia]

i have more questions 😈 (will ask the next one in another ask)

favorite single moment of monogatari so far? if it's too hard to narrow down, can also be like, favorite funny moment, favorite tearjerking moment, favorite heartwarming moment, etc....

OH this...is actually a pretty easy one to answer! But I like the idea of breaking them down into individual moments so...here we go!

Favorite Funny Moment - This one is so hard to narrow down so i'll list a few but. Koyomi and Kanbaru frolicking in her yaoi books while "cleaning" KILLS me every time and seeing a gif of it is what inspired my current rewatch. It's only a few seconds but it and the ost bakaloleet is just a one two punch combo to make me crack up. The fact it's preceded by Koyomi being so distracted by the mess that he felt the need to clean someone ELSE'S house for them. Comedy gold. I love just about every moment of these two being frat bro idiots together.

And this is. Gonna sound really stupid but, it's based on a joke one of the boys told. It's this fucking frame from episode 3 of Bake. (Which is also one of my favorite episodes from the whole series.)

Trevor was out of nowhere like "Well they've sat on the teeter totter together, now they have to get together", followed by a hypothetical of the crab god telling her

Crab: "Because of your self realization, I will give you your weight back. Also you're going to marry the next boy you sit on the teeter totter with."

Hitagi: "Huh?"

[the next day]

Hitagi: "Shit."

And it's just spiraled from there. It came up again in Otorimonogatari when Koyomi finds Nadeko in that park.

Nadeko: "Oh Koyomi-oniichan, before we leave, do you want to sit on the teeter totter with m-"

Koyomi: "Nonono, I already fell for that once. Let's get going."

Favorite Tearjerking Moment - I think this one somewhat also overlaps with heartwarming moment? But I have a very specific one in mind to mention after this. But for this i'd have to say...the finale of Nekomonogatari White...the final culmination of Hanekawa coming to terms with herself...ALL parts of herself, Black Hanekawa and Kako, and finally, finally confessing her feelings for Koyomi out loud to be rejected, so she can begin moving on from this part of her life and healing....when she just finally cries and lets it all out I couldn't help but cry with her...

And as for my favorite Heartwarming Moment, which in a way I think is still my Favorite Moment of the whole series is...

"That's Deneb, Altair, Vega. The famous great summer triangle..."

Just, the whole of Episode 12 is such a gem. The dynamic that Hitagi and Koyomi have is such a treasure, and their first date was so well earned. It's SO sweet that she wanted to take him to a place that was so important to her as a kid for their first real date. The gentle piano, the gorgeous night sky they painted, Koyomi losing himself in the moment and her words...it's all so sweet. And then a moment that I didn't remember from when I was a teen. Koyomi and Hitagi have a serious discussion about the fact she was sexually assaulted as a kid, and how it could impact their relationship. Koyomi just holding her hand and listening. And the just...the raw acceptance and love they both share for each other in this moment.

I think this is the moment that now, all these years later, this journey went from "I wanna rewatch something silly I saw as a kid" to "Oh. I think this is something really, really special."

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OTH Rewatch Review - 2x23

1. This expression kills me. He looks like a toddler about to have a temper tantrum

 2. IIIIIIIIIIIIII DON’T WANNA BE ANYTHING OTHER THAN WHAT I’VE BEEN TRYNA BE LATELYYYYYYYYYYYYY

3. I like how Lucas shows no signs of having a heart condition. Pills would have side effects, no?

4. Peyton and her biological mother storyline. Yayyyy (that’s sarcasm).

5. I just couldn’t imagine teaming up with my partner’s teenage son to take down his biological father. I’m a whole ass adult.

6. I just think it’s hilarious that they left the portrait painted over in Nathan’s apartment. It’s SO angsty.

7. *Nathan throws away a dreamcatcher* “Giving up on your dreams?” Moving past how problematic it is that white people use aspects of Indigenous culture as props, that doesn’t even make sense in this context.

8. Man, they realllllllllllllllllllllllly tried to make me care about Keith and Karen.

9.

I mean, do they?

10.

because, ladies, if your hair is down you’re always trying to impress boys and if it’s up you’re always trying to avoid them.

11.

SHE IS THE ONLY ONE WHO THINKS THIS.

12. And Deb is just ... fine now. I mean, she was also fine when she was an addict. This show lacks so much nuance, it’s amazing.

13. “Your father can burn in hell for all I care.” FORESHADOWING.

14. Lucas having a wet dream about Brooke in her cheerleading uniform is the FUNNIEST thing ever.

15. And I know it’s also because the whole point is to trick the viewer into thinking this was actually happening before it’s revealed that it’s a dream but it’s cute he adds her Brookeisms to his dream too

16. It’s also cute that his wet dream isn’t just about sex but it’s about him telling her he loves her.

FOR. LEYTON?

17.

classic.

18. I like how they’re supposed to be broke but Karen can just ... go to New Zealand.

19. Why does Nathan still have a framed photo of him and Peyton? What is with shows doing this? And Haley would’ve freaked out if she saw it, Haley is actually pretty jealous with Nathan, which is IRONIC but anyway.

20.

Honestly, they should’ve fleshed out their friendship more, they’re cute.

21. I love Brooke.

and how offended Nathan is

22. Honestly, if Nathan and Brooke did have sex and the writers didn’t just insert that to make Peyton seem less like a horrible person, there is no way Nathan would’ve kept that from Peyton. Season 1 Nathan? The emotionally abusive asshole who left Peyton at the side of the road, got drunk, hit a car with Peyton’s and then left it at the scene not caring if Peyton would get charged? He would’ve rubbed that in her face during a fight.

23. Why would you show Deb the ledger AT the house?

24. I shouldn’t laugh at this but the delivery was funny

25. You have one dealership, Dan.

26. Deb, how would you NOT know that you owned the dealership?

27. “You’re playing with fire, Danny.” FORESHADOWING.

28. If Karen has a cell phone then Andy definitely has one so why wouldn’t she call that instead of the hotel? Or both?

29. I mean, he has a point, Lucas. It WAS too easy. And it would be fine if they leaned into the fact that Lucas is, like, 17 and teenagers think they’re the smartest people in the room.

30. Dan no longer paying for Lucas’ heart medication is lol, you will let your son die, fam.

31. “I’m out.” “That’s where you’re wrong, you’ll never be out.” OK but I thought this whole speech was about how you’re cutting him off, which then means, that you two don’t owe each other anything.

32.

33. this dialogue is KILLING me

34. Lucas is so fucking dramatic, let’s wait till the last possible moment to kiss Brooke and tell her that I want to be with her when I was just sitting on a bench at the river court for a bit, hanging out, and I could’ve had this conversation with her then.

35. But this is it, guys, this is the scene that made me watch the show.

36.

me, watching this the first time:

37.

Narrator: He did, in fact, let her go. Again.

38. FOR. LEYTON?

39.

FOR. LEYTON??

40. Dan putting the ledger back in the safe is like ... why? You’re planning on pulling the exact same scheme on someone else?

41. Lol Deb has nearly tried to kill Dan twice.

42. I remember living for this scene and then being mad that in season 3 it’s a different take so Bethany’s “hi” isn’t as vulnerable

43. “Tennessee Williams once wrote--” no one cares, Lucas.

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That intensity and interest with which Cas read out those “steamy, erotic musings” makes so much sense post 15x18

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Are we gonna talk about how Dean keeps his gun between his asscheeks?? Like??? Sam keeps it in his waistband???

Is it like the lube water, where only Dean had it thrown in the face, whereas Jared wasn’t given the sexual framing? Did they just hand Jensen the prop and it’s a jacting choice?

And, I shit you not, they never fail with this continuity. I watched the show beginning to end. Sam never had it there, and Dean almost ALWAYS does. They literally forgot about Cas, a main protagonist that carried the show, but never forgot to add Dean taking the gun out from between his buttcheeks—

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987 notes • Posted 2021-04-01 04:02:41 GMT

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This whole experience makes me realize that we need to appreciate Misha more.

Not only has he supported lgbt+ people the entire time, but doesn’t put queer people in their own separate “box”, away from the “integrity” of the straight characters. He has been as open as possible with supporting destiel and his fans.

His support has been a constant source of comfort throughout all the queerbaiting and gaslighting.

He made us as a collective feel not only comfortable, but PROUD, when discussing destiel and queer representation and queer headcanons.

He made us feel heard and appreciated and “not crazy” during a decade of social tormoil regarding queer people’s rights to even EXIST. The spn fandom is one of THEE most prolific fandoms, in quality and quantity, and he made people feel proud during a time when queer rights were not only ignored, but smeared. (They still are. And he continues to defend and support queer people.)

This fandom wouldn’t be anything without his beautiful heart, and I’d like us all to take a moment of silence to appreciate everything he’s done for us.

1299 notes • Posted 2021-02-18 15:51:32 GMT

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Cosmic betrayals aside, Cas really was like: Here’s a thing!! Dean likes the thing! And now I know it! I will say stuff about the thing to make dean smile. I want to understand all those things he likes, so I will listen and learn and devote my life to making him happy. That is simply what I will do. Now, here’s a silly little Star Wars reference.

Look how happy he is to try and make Dean happy, I’m

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The Spidey Squad Playing Among Us

Masterlist

Welp, this game is all the rave all of a sudden and irdk how since the game's pretty much been here forever lol but it's still fun so I had to jump on the bandwagon and here we are! Make sure you check go out @chaoticpete's new fic. Anyways here it is! If this gets enough likes I might do an avengers headcanon too.

Thanks to @angelsparkers for helping me realize I wasn't writing complete garbage and helping me to get through it even though she didn't even know she was doing that. So yeah thanks for that.

Peter

Crewmate: Peter is that crewmate that will 100% call you out on your bs, because he knows the game a little too well for you to be able to pull anything over him(because of all that free time waiting on patrol). You think all that stuff with the avengers didn't teach him strategy? Ha! This guy is PEAK detective. Gets his tasks done fast and when he's done is probably spending his time monitoring people on security or vitals. It only took him like 2 weeks to memorize all the maps and where everything is, so if you say you were in navigation, you better believe he's gonna ask you what task you were doing there. And if you don't answer to his liking, Peter will sound the "sus" alarm on you in two point five seconds and have everyone voting you out. He's probably the only person that could figure out MJ when she's the impostor. So if you're the impostor, watch your words and make sure your alibis are strong cuz little Petey ain't playin' no games. Definitely gets attacked from time to time by those people that are always like "sMaRt PpL rUiN tHe GaMe"

Impostor: He's pretty much the most average impostor. Sometimes he doesn't know what to say when people call him sus and he'll get voted out because he's being "too quiet" or because Ned keeps defending him. He'll mess up every now and then but for the most part, he's pretty decent. His style is usually to stay in the vents most of the game and kill when only one person's around. He probably bribes Ned to not rat him out by promising him that he won't kill him.

Name: It used to be just Peter, but soon he wanted an actual cool name so he chose Sherlock because of all the times when he was "too smart" and won the game too quickly and people would go "pack it up Sherlock" and vote him out.

Favorite color to be: It used to be red, but he quickly found that the more he was red the more people found him "sus" so now he's usually either blue or cyan

Ned

Crewmate: Pretty average crewmate. 80% of the time is covering for Peter, even if Peter is the impostor. Won't do much calling people out unless he's absolutely sure that he saw a kill or vent. Pretty chill and easily persuadable. You'd definitely want him on your team. If he ever gets wrongfully ejected he's the one that pitifully tries to plead his case saying stuff like "what???" and "guys it's not me!!!!" which doesn't really convince anyone and just makes him look more guilty. He'll still do his tasks after though.

Impostor: He's the impostor that doesn't want to be the impostor. If you're texting then maybe he can hold his own, but if you're doing voice chats, there's no way this guy is getting past ANYONE. He has so many tells that it's ridiculous. Is actually scared to vent too much because he's always paranoid that someone's gonna be right there when he jumps out. 8/10 the crewmates win when he's the imposter because he'll just kill like only two people the entire time or gets caught really early on.

Name: Probably some sci-fi reference like r2d2 or Potter

Favorite color to be: Yellow or white because he says those are the most "innocent" colors and he'll be less likely to get voted if he's those (not true but we'll let him believe it)

MJ

Crewmate: Suspicion times 100. Her motto: trust no one. Will get you kicked out in a heartbeat with a quick "trust me. if it's not them vote me next." An absolute unit but will never be caught getting emotional over a game. If she's ever wrongfully ejected her last words will be "whatever. go ahead. vote me and lose." She'll just come back in the next game with a vengeance and false accusations ready, not caring if the entire team loses because of it. She's especially dangerous to have because people usually trust her word. She always finds a way to seem the least suspicious. Though sometimes she'll get suspected because of her quiet nature. There's always that one guy that's ready to go "uR qUiEt ThAt'S sUs!!"

Impostor: If MJ is the impostor, you can just throw your whole phone away. You're not winning that game. Like, ever. She will do whatever it takes to win, even sell out her own her partner. On the off chance that you catch her being suspicious, she'll sabotage a bunch of things so that you can't call meetings and then she'll kill you when no one's around. She is ruthless and will hurt your feelings with the way that she will own everyone in the game. Hardly anyone ever expects her. Thrives on venting. You won't see her you'll just be doing a task and suddenly you'll be dead.

Name: Used to be just MJ but she got annoyed with all the people in the messages who always assumed she meant Michael Jackson or Michael Jordan so she changed it to Michelle

Favorite color to be: She literally doesn't care either way. Won't change the gameplay so why bother? Whatever color she ends up with she'll be fine.

Betty

Crewmate & Impostor: The most average player of them all. She wins some, she loses some. Nice partner to have though, because she'll never give you away. Probably the first to die most times. If she ever gets wrongfully ejected she's the one that uses her last words to say who she thinks it and doesn't even try to plead her case once it starts to look bad for her. She just finished the rest of her tasks.

Name: Probably either her name or some nickname or inside joke. Idk she just seems like the type of person to have a reference to something that absolutely nobody knows

Favorite color to be: Pink. Just because she likes pink.

Flash

Crewmate: Claims things are sus even if they aren't. Will totally be biased based on names. Anybody who knows him will never count him as a credible source. Gets voted out quickly alot because of how annoying he is in the game.

Impostor: He's the easiest to figure out. He's the impostor that obnoxiously accuses literally everyone else. And in all capital letters too. "ITS RED I STG. IF IT'S NOT HIM VOTE ME NEXT!" Calls everyone sus and always claims he's seen people running from the body. He usually self-reports and goes for the easy marks in electrical. He's not that good (even though he thinks he is) and it takes anyone with a brain to figure him out. Peter and MJ are bane of his existence in that game. If he gets wrongfully ejected he'll rage and probably leave the game like the little crybaby he is.

Name: Spideys#1 because he's really just THAT obsessed. Or when he's really feeling "teenage boy" he'll be cOchieman

Favorite color to be: Red because sPiDeRmAn'S hIs BeSt FrIeNd (ahahaha if only he knew)

May

She didn't know this game at all until Peter introduced her to it one day because he was bored. She LOVED it. He had to pry it out of her hands after she kept repeating "Hold on, one more!" So she downloaded on her phone and now she plays it whenever she's bored.

Crewmate: Average. Same as Betty.

Impostor: The way May can actually dominate being the impostor is sort of scary. And she'd always be the last person you'd expect because she just has that trusting vibe about her. Sometimes she'll mess up and give herself away, but for the most part, she's pretty good. Doesn't vent much. Just like Ned, she doesn't trust it.

Name: Madonna

Favorite color to be: She doesn't care much but she prefers to be purple, cyan, or orange

Funny Moment

《Peter calls an emergency meeting 10 seconds into the game》

- Michelle: what

- Betty: what

- Michelle: skip

- r2d2: bro already?

- Sherlock: okay everyone just listen

- k0chieman: bruh

- Michelle: okay listen to what

- Sherlock: flash what task are you doing

- Betty: alright were listening

- k0chieman: the divert thingy in navi

- r2d2: pete what is this

- Sherlock: yeah dude that diverty thingy is the second of two steps

- Sherlock: u never did the first

- Sherlock: which means ur an impostor faking

- Michelle: flash?

- k0chieman: no

- k0chieman: i did do it

- r2d2: the times low we gotta decide guys

- Sherlock: if you did it wouldve taken you 12-15 seconds to get there and were not that far in the game

- Sherlock: u cant already be doing it

- Sherlock: everybody vote flash

- r2d2: petes on x games mode

- Michelle: damn dude

- k0chieman: wtf parker

- Sherlock: bye dude

- Sherlock: worlds greatest detective strikes again

- Michelle: okay calm down pete

《couple seconds later》

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　　ﾟ　　 Flash was An Impostor.　 。　.

　　'　　　 1 Impostor remains 　 　　。

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Best Imposter Combos

Peter & Ned: Goes without saying. Nine times out of ten they're in the same room while playing this so they can just talk strategy to each other and take everyone out really quickly. Really annoying for everybody else, but they'll win so they're happy.

MJ & Peter: These two together are a force to be reckoned with. The second they see that they're both impostors they call each other up and get to business like they're on a mission. This stuff is serious. (More for Peter than MJ. She has to keep telling him that it's just a game.) He stays on security stuff, telling her when it's safe, and she racks up the kills. When things get heavy, they sabotage and then go on a spree. These two hardly ever lose. (When the whole squad is together whoever's in charge [if it's not Pete or MJ] usually puts the kill cooldown at max just in case these two get that they can't be at full power)

MJ & Betty: Betty isn't afraid to sacrifice herself so that they'll win and MJ is ruthless and quick with her kills. Both have the smarts to be able to be extremely persuasive and you'd hate for them to pick you to frame. Because being put against those two in the chatroom will lead you nowhere but abyss of space.

May & Peter: Parkers united. 'Nough said.

Tagging: @spideyyeet, @soft-petey, @spidey-reids-2003, @spidey-boy-89, @sovereignparker, @bubblebucky, @underoosjae

[killee]

High

⌦ pairing: phinks x reader

⌦ fandom: hunterxhunter

⌦ word count: 1.3K (1340)

⌦ warning: weed usage — getting high , toxic behaviors — harsh words | cheating assumptions | possessive behavior | trust issues

⌦ about: phinks is high and he becomes toxic then it gets soft.

⌦ note: the reader and phinks have a great relationship but when he becomes high he says things that he really doesn’t mean. his past girlfriend cheated on him and it really messed him up so now he has trust issues. also, red is phinks and blue is you.

⌯ Awoken from your slumber by the ding of your phone. Every time you were about to go to sleep, it would bring you right out of your future limbo. Tiredness flooded your body, too heavy to make you look at your phone and see who kept texting you. Part of you knew who it was, your boyfriend, Phinks. But there was always a chance it could’ve been one of your friends or maybe even your boss.

⌯ You pulled the covers over your head to block out the repeating ‘ding’ and closed your eyes, hoping the darkness would take you and lead you into daylight. You sighed as your phone began to ring, pulling the covers from off your head, you picked up your phone and looked at the caller ID. ‘My Love’. Your finger hovered over the accept button but it didn’t fall any further. It stayed there until the call was no longer coming through.

⌯ Seeing you had over eight (8) miss calls and twelve (12) text messages from him, you decided to see why he kept on bothering you. You swipped over on one of the messages and it took you to you two’s conversation. You looked at the first message that was sent at 11:23 pm then read down to the most recent one. He started by asking you if you were asleep then gradually became angrier. He told you to answer his calls and then you would go to your house if you didn’t get in touch with him.

⌯ You groaned and rolled your eyes, you could tell if he was high and he was no doubt high tonight. You held your phone tightly as you thought of what to type to him. Just then, another text came through. He saw that you read his message two minutes ago and you still haven’t replied to him.

“Are you with someone? Y/n I swear if you have someone at your home I’m coming over there.”

“No, I don’t have anyone here. I just woke up.”

“Liar. You’re such a liar. I know you do.”

“Phinks just leave me alone. You’re high.”

“Oh yeah and what about it?”

“Phinks just stop.”

“No, I won’t fucking stop. You are such a fucking bitch sometimes and I always try to be the best for you. I’m so fucking tired of you.”

⌯ Your face softened and you felt chills run down your whole body. You knew that he wasn’t himself when he got high so the things he usually said you never took what he said to heart, but this one hit you hard. You were very hurt by what he said this time and you didn’t even know what to say back to him. You regretted even replying to him. You bit the inside of your mouth and tried not to tear up.

“Phinks please just go to sleep. I’m done talking to you.”

“Oh, so you’re breaking up with me? Wow, after everything we’ve been through you’ve finally grown some balls and decided you want to leave me?”

“News flash babe, you’re not going anywhere, you’re never leaving me.”

“You and I have our ups and downs but you will NEVER leave ME until I say so. And guess what? I will never get tired of you and you’ll always come back to me. You need me.”

“Phinks I’m not breaking up with you..”

“I know you’re not. You physically can’t. Now, open your door.”

⌯ You furrowed your eyebrows and pushed your lips together. You swung your feet down to the cold wooden floor and stood up, your eyes had to adjust to the darkness before you were able to freely move to the door without fear of accidentally hitting something. You made your way to the door and placed your hand on the door, you didn’t know if he was exactly there or if he was just playing with you.

⌯ You took a deep breath and unlocked the door, you stepped back and opened the door. “Damn babe, you sure did take your sweet time opening the door. You hiding something?” He stood there in your densely lit apartment hallway wearing his signature tracksuit but he had the jacket wrapped around his waist and a grey tank-top on. His defined muscles stood out perfectly as the light hit them just right.

⌯ His blond hair was messier than usual but it looked astonishing on him. His eyes were hooded but you could still see a mysterious glint in his eyes, but whether it was a good glint or bad, you did not have the answer to. He leaned closer to your face with the blunt in his mouth then removed it, he blew smoke into your face which caused you to involuntary step back and start coughing. He took that opportunity to step into your apartment and close the door behind him.

⌯ “I told you to stop doing that.” You coughed a few more times before your lungs were clear of the smoke. He didn’t acknowledge your pleading statement and looked around your apartment. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary and he couldn’t sense anyone else in there. He looked back at you and smiled. He reached out for your wrist and pulled you closer. “You’re so fucking perfect.” You knew what he was doing but you couldn’t help but relax in his touch.

⌯ “Is there a reason why you’re here?” He smiled and bit his bottom lip as he wrapped his arm around your shoulders. “To see you.” He tried to kiss your lips but you turned your head, not wanting the smell or taste in your mouth or on your lips. He smacked his lips and released his arms from your shoulders. You turned around and walked away from him. “Where do you think you’re going?” You heard his heavy steps behind you but you weren’t fazed.

⌯ You didn’t answer him and just continued to walk to your bedroom. You sat down on your bed but quickly stood up when he came into your room with his blunt. “Get the fuck out of my room with your shit, Phinks.” He paused before he looked in his hand and put it out, he stood by the door, even leaning against the frame. You sat back down and sighed. He was just so much to deal with but you couldn’t help to laugh.

⌯ “What’s funny?” He asked as you fell back on your back and continued to laugh. You eventually stopped and just shook your head, not even knowing he could tell what you were doing. “You. You’re just a fucking asshole.” He did feel a bit down when you said that, he knew he was an asshole at times, people always told him that, but it just felt different coming from you. He threw more like sat the blunt down and walked over to you. He sat down beside you and sat his forearms on his upper knee, he looked down at the ground and thought of what to say to make it up to you.

⌯ He could only think of one phrase that you would recognize as him truly being sorry. “I love you.” The room went silent and you swore even your heart stopped for a second. “I’m sorry you have to deal with me and I’m very sorry for the terrible thi-things I said to you.” His voice cracked but he quickly recovered. You looked up at him but his back still faced you, you sat up and gently wrapped your arms around his lower torso. “It’s okay but you have to learn that I’m not your ex.”

⌯He nodded and reached around his back and pulled you to his side. He kissed your forehead and rubbed your back. As he did, he made himself a promise that he wouldn’t hurt you like he did today ever again. “I know babe and I’ll try my best to always remember that.”

[queen-of-my-goofball-army]

"Don't call me small! I'll break down your feet and stick em on your head!

Stand up and walk. Move forward.

A lesson without pain is meaningless. That's because no one can actually gain without sacrificing something. But by enduring that pain and overcoming it, he shall obtain a powerful, unmatched heart." (Edward Elric, FullMetal Alchemist series.)

How many of you have characters that leave such an impact on you that not only do they feel like real people but like they helped you work through something? For me, nobody has helped me more than my favorite anime character of all time, Edward Elric. I was 13 when I came across the original 2003 anime. What I didn't know at that time frame was that it would become a show that I would love more than any other.

When I think about the impact that anime has made on my own life, whether for good or bad, FullMetal was the first show that I absolutely *loved*. While I enjoyed Soul Eater, Fruits Basket, and Ouran it was with the adventures of a weathered preteen boy that had seen more than his fair share of pain and trauma that made me fall fully in love with anime. Once I finished the original anime, I quickly pleaded with my parents to get me the manga. FullMetal Alchemist remains one of the two mangas that I've read all the way through multiple times. Through reading the manga, and somehow loving that even more than the original, I heard about Brotherhood my freshman year of high school. I binge watched FullMetal Alchemist Brotherhood within the span of a couple of days. It's one of the few times that I've ever sat down and throughly binged something. I was obsessed with seeing things that I had only read coming to fruition. The beautiful thing about this show is that it's all about the peak of life. It's about moving past the moments of pain and realizing that pain has made you so much stronger than you were before that painful moment.

Now that I've established my love of this show as a whole, let's talk Edward Elric. Throughout everything, he was the one who comforted me. He was this pillar of strength and determination on how to get through everything. I mentioned that when I was 12 I struggled with bullying. People's opinions of me have always bothered me but deep down. But Ed always showed me that other people's opinions of who you are and what you do, they really don't matter. My admiration of him grew from when I was 12 through when I was 15. He taught me so much about myself and how to move forward.

Edward is one of the smartest characters that I've ever come across. I love that most of the time he figures out his own way of getting out of every single situation. That intelligence, while often undermined from the older people around him inspired me. I hadn't ever seen a character with a special interest like Ed's with alchemy. It reminded me so much of myself where I wanted to learn every little thing about voice acting or about how it worked. It's something that I see so rarely especially in anime. So often the main character in an anime is dumber than a pile of rocks or a goofball. But, Ed is one of the few that delivers on both intelligence and goofiness.

The comedy in FullMetal is something that never fails to make me laugh. Edward Elric is usually where the comedy comes from. He's oftentimes the pillar of comedy that makes the audience laugh. For a bit of a funny/slightly embarrassing story, I actually memorized all of Ed's insults back at people when they called him short. My best friend still constantly teases me about my height and I always use my favorite insult that I tragically wasn't able to use from 03 "Shorty?! Can a shorty do this?! What else you want to call me a half pint, bean-stock midget?! I'm still growing you backwater desert idiots!" The moment I saw that, I can't think of a moment when I laughed harder. His anger prone to his short stature was something that I related to. My best friend and I always joke that you shouldn't call Edward short unless you live near a hospital and have really good medical insurance.

I was taking karate when I first started watching 03. The fighting style that Ed uses was so close to martial arts mixed with his alchemy that it inspired me. He inspired me to become better at my basics so that I could one day be as strong as he was. My sensei was one of the most encouraging people in my early Otaku phase. My two nicknames when I did karate were "sunshine" and "FullMetal" because at the time I never left my home without my manga volumes. Right around the time when I stopped going to karate I had just finished Brotherhood. This shows fighting style is so similar to my own that whenever I do practice the things that I learned it reminds me of the days when I looked forward to going to lessons.

FullMetal is a show that gifted me with one of the best friend's that I had all throughout middle school and high school. My best friend Jacob was just as big of an Edward Elric fan as I was. That friendship is still something that I look back upon with fondness. Whenever I got a new volume of the manga I'd always give it to him so that he could read it too. Memories of sitting next to each other during free days in math class and sharing the volumes together flipping through pages and laughing together, seeing that he bought a hoodie version of Ed's jacket, finding out that he wore platform shoes to make himself look taller. There are so many fond memories that I have of sharing my love for this show with one of the craziest and one of the best people that has ever come into my life.

Ed has made such a huge impact on how I live my own life. His self sacrificing nature, his innate ability to make friends everywhere he goes even if most of the time he's surrounded by these dumbasses who do stupid things, his recklessness, but also his ability to never fail to be there for his friends that he has. There are so many things about Ed that to this day I admire. You're probably wondering why I haven't really mentioned his English VA yet. Vic Mignonga while a fantastic VA for characters is a rather... questionable character as a person. I looked up to him when I was in middle school because to me he was Ed. He was everything that his characters were this sort of fun and openhearted person that was easily drawn into. But when I got older and allegations started coming his way I stopped loving his voice. It's taken me a long time to come to terms with the fact that at this point he *might* be guilty of the crimes that people say he is. One of my best friend's met him and told me that it couldn't have been possible but at the same time it still makes me a little bit doubtful. I'll always love the work that he did because it wasn't just Edward even though he is my favorite character in all of anime.

Now that elephant has been brought out of the room, let's finish this off on a happier note! Ever since I was 12 Ed has been a huge part of my life. That strength, intelligence, combined with his adorable temperament and anger issues all come together to make an amazing and inspirational character. My favorite pop that I have in my collection is my one of Ed because of the way that he's designed and perfectly crafted. All throughout the last nine years of my life I've loved my short tempered intelligent alchemist. I wouldn't change the impact that he's made on me for anything in the world.

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#5

I mean the whole freaking episode was just *chefs kiss*

But is nobody else gonna talk about this?

77 notes • Posted 2021-08-23 09:18:21 GMT

#4

Credit for actual frame goes to the big mouth ...thingamajig

87 notes • Posted 2021-10-05 12:07:22 GMT

#3

Imagine Ethan walking in on Heisenberg in Lady D's outfit. Oh with fruits stuffed into the chest.

Ethan....

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90 notes • Posted 2021-07-30 07:10:05 GMT

#2

It's funny?

I was reading the entry again and this popped into my head I'm not even sorry 😆

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117 notes • Posted 2021-07-28 10:41:14 GMT

#1

It was going around my head for literally 3 days so I had to do it. I am NOT sorry. And yes, I changed the outfit a little.

I would have tried harder but I lost the attention span for it and just wanted it over

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5. Bölüm

Oh god! When I think they can't give me something, Baht Oyunu gives me. I like how they start the episode with the next scene that will come after the last one at the end of the past episode. All the dizis make a huge thing about the last scene of the episode and when they'll start the next one, they use a slow motion that's SO unnecessary. Baht Oyunu does it different, I'm glad by it. Next thing they do is, they don't drag too long a moment or plot for the sake of filling the 2 hours time they have to deliver, it's refreshing! (If you can understand what I mean) An example is of last episode's odyssey of Bora trying to be away from Ada and failing dramatically on the intent. In this episode, Bora totally forgot that he was focused on not falling in love with her and kept observing her with that heart eyes he has only for her (I'm now wondering that since I voiced my satisfaction, they can go back to doing the unnecessary slow motion like all the other dizis in the next episodes. Maybe when the show reaches the 12 to 15 mark of episodes).

Since I entered in the topic of his observation, did you all see that Bora looked very suspicious about Ada and Rüzgar's interactions? In my opinion, he was totally thinking that maybe Ada and Rüzgar have a secret, perhaps he even thinks that it's related to the article's subject "fictitious marriage" as he followed Rüzgar to the cafeteria where Ada, Selin and Rüzgar would make the whole false interview (Bora is not stupid and therefore, can't be fooled easily by a piece of shit like Rüzgar). And since we are on this subject, I couldn't stop laughing at the interaction of Selin's "deaf" packaged head and Ada's "knowledge" of sign language. Everytime Bora made a question it just got better, even some of Ali's words where hilarious. Ada creates the whole chaos that ensues around the entire series.

Entering in a not so good part of the review, I have to express my anger for Tuğçe and especially Rüzgar. Last episode Tuğçe was very good, I had some good laughs from her scenes with Ada (Ada is a force of nature and everybody is better around her, aside from Rüzgar, the trash is saddened to have him as a common brother), it even made me think of a redeemable destiny for Tuğçe just for them to be friends. However, we discovered that it was Tuğçe who framed Bora with the video thing (the only good thing is that it was from this framing video that Ada and Bora could meet and get together), so there's no forgiving from that and she's clearly not sorry for doing in the first place (and she claims to be in love with Bora. Imagine what she can do if she wasn't even a friend of him). Now Tuğçe entered in a competition with that article of false marriages with Ada, for in the end, to switch their articles as she knew Ada wrote a better one and as a loser that she is, did a nasty deed just to win.

But the thing I wanted to say is about the anger I felt when Ada discovered about the switching. All that scene, from her discovering everything to Rüzgar and Tuğçe on the embankment rejoicing about Ada's fall, destroyed my heart for the couple of minutes that it made me worry. Now, I'm not the sensible type of girl to cry and rage for a movie or tv series (I can count on my hand all the times I cried for a soap opera, movie and tv series combined), but I raged for Ada's sad moment. I can't explain, I just simply have a great attachment with Ada. She's such a sweet and funny girl, the best female lead of this summer season without a doubt, I'm with her until the end, you know. So I hope this anger I felt for the last 20 minutes of the episode don't happen again in the future. I don't think I'm strong enough to endure a greater hatred than I feel for Rüzgar right now. I hate Tuğçe, but in some way, Rüzgar is much, MUCH worse.

That ending with Rüzgar sleeping at Ada's apartment was awful, that's the man I have to see every week in between scenes of this marvelous show, I hate him! When you think there's not a worse thing Rüzgar could do, BAM! there's him destroying with your optimistic vision. He wasted three years of Ada's life, called her to little to a man's ego, poisoned Ada with that liquored chocolate knowing full well how bad Ada reacts it, invaded Tuğçe's room and slept there without her permission, and now he helped Tuğçe switch her and Ada's articles and even smiled when Bora yelled in her face that she needed to learn how to lose. All this he did for in the end of the episode to invade Ada's apartment saying it's theirs (UGH! What a jerk!), declare that maybe he was stupid for leaving her (REALLY?! Do you think this NOW scumbag? You shouldn't even had to MARRY her in the first instance you son of a bitch!!!) and that they're married. So in resume, he meant to go back to that little kind of miserable life he had with Ada without a full proper conversation (I know he was drunk, but it doesn't make all his jerkiness disappear in a snap of fingers). Rüzgar just wants a woman to make his meals, clean his place, wash his laundry and his dishes, and tell him in the end of the day "what a perfect husband I have". He doesn't love Ada! Apparently, in his view, a marriage is just for a woman to do everything for him, period. This type of man is everywhere, you just have to see the signals before you fall in his trap, like our dear Ada fell. Thank god Ada woke up and saw what a trash bag he is (with a man like Bora around, it's difficult to NOT see the difference. I hope she doesn't change her mind now and "be" with Rüzgar to change again and leave that trash). I don't know if it's worse or not, but he came at the door in a bathrobe, asking for food like he's in a position to even ask her something, and doing everything in front of Bora (and he ruined what could be a confession of Bora's feelings or simply a kiss between him and Ada). I. HATE. THIS. GUY. This guy is totally cancelled for me, there's no going back from this.

To finish this review in a good note, let's talk about the romance between Ali and Selin, and the future comedic romance between Yasemin and Evren. Starting by Ali, he's the sweetest guy! At first I thought he was involved in the video framing thing against Bora and I got saddened by the perspective of Bora losing a trusting friend. Now I see that he's the counterpoint of Bora, he's a total hopeless romantic with his list of dates that were ruined by his rush in the relationship (I can't forget that when Bora said in a tone of mocking in the last episode, that since women were little, they already see themselves as brides of their own wedding, while men don't see themselves as grooms and Ali was all along dreaming, since childhood, in being a groom at his own wedding. A sensible man he is, isn't? Selin was delighted and already well-deserved into him). I don't understand why he got drunk because of Selin since she reciprocates his feelings, but the scene of Bora and Ada trying to sober up him was so sweet, I'm getting diabetes from watching this show every week (I want more scenes like this!).

About Yasemin and Evren, I'm not sure about Evren's character and this worries me. Evren is trying to help Tuğçe with winning Bora's heart, he's apparently on her side and not Ada's. While Yasemin will always be on Ada's side and is for sure a good person (I'm not totally sure if Evren is a true good person, that's the thing that bugs me). They seem that will be a very funny duo together as seen by their first encounter, so I'm not worried about their chemistry, and I laughed with it (since the first bölüm I'm wondering who's the guy who will start a romance with Yasemin, in my head it was inevitable that that would happen).

To really finish this review, let's talk about our favourite couple, Ada and Bora. I mean, the writers are doing a great job with them. There's lots of funny scenes between them since the show started, at the same time, there's lots of romance too. Bora fell in love with her first, but Ada is SO endearing that it's hard to be bothered by her lack of sentiment for him at the beginning. Last episode, Bora was ignoring and trying to be as far away from Ada as possible and was kind of a jerk with her. Now he was being eaten alive by his own jealousy for Ada and I love a good jealousy! After the ending of this episode, I'm praying for no unnecessary drama between Ada and Bora coming from that stupid head of trash (Rüzgar). Let's see what will come of it.

I for sure know that's all for now!

[raysofcrosby]

LITTLE DO YOU KNOW PT. 12

"𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘬𝘺, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘶𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺." ━ 𝐉.𝐑.𝐑. 𝐓𝐨𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐧, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠

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word count: 6,844 [once again, unedited lol]

authors note: THIS IS IT!! the finale of my tyler seguin series– ‘little do you know!’ this series honestly started out as a little fic idea i wrote down in my notes app on a road trip this time last year. i didn’t think much would come of it and when i decided to post it on here, i figured it’d flame away. but yall literally took it to a whole ‘nother level and i love yall for that so so much. you’ve sent messages, reblogged, liked and it’s still mind-blowing to me. i’m so happy that you guys enjoyed this series as much as i’ve loved writing it– and while it saddens me that it’s over, i can’t wait to bring you guys more material. okok enough of my rambling, here’s the finale!

Don't trip, don't trip, don't trip

That was all that echoed through your mind the moment your name was called for you to receive your diploma. You hadn't even thought about that being a possibility until last night, at yours and Kennedy's joint graduation dinner, when your brothers brought up how funny it would be if the two of you face-planted in front of the huge crowd.

And when you crossed the stage with grace, taking in the cheers that followed your name as you stood beside the University President with your diploma in hand– you swore that this was the happiest moment of your life. When you got back to your seat and the rest of the names continued to get called, you couldn't help but spend that time, looking at your folder and thinking back on your last few months.

You rang in the new year at a team party hosted by the Stars organization that was attended by the team, the staff, and their friends and family. It was nice, coming off of an amazing Christmas spent with your family and being down in Dallas. You had left the city, days earlier in the worst amount of pain and dreaded having to come back to it once school started again. Yet being there, waiting for the ball to drop, surrounded by your parents, your friends and the Dallas Stars, was enough to make you forget all about that pain. And with Tyler on your arm, kissing you into the new year, you truly couldn't wait to see just what 2020 could bring into your life.

And if the Stars 4-2 Winter Classic win over Nashville wasn't a sign of the good that the Universe planned to come your way– well, you didn't want to think about that. You didn't believe it when everyone said that the months would fly by as soon as the spring semester started– but they truly had. Your classes had kept you busy during the day while working the Stars games kept you busy at night. You had kept true to your word, and both you and Kennedy had befriended Paisley– the three of you becoming close in just a short amount of time. When the All-Star break came and your many, many votes for Jamie to be one of the 'last men in' were ignored, Tyler offered you a spot on the trip.

It was one thing, knowing that he'd rather have spent that entire week with you somewhere, doing anything and everything but thinking about hockey. And being in St. Louis in the middle of winter didn't really scream 'yes, please!' But taking the weekend off away from school and supporting him and watching him do what he loves while inspiring all of hockey's next generation of players...was enough to make you want to go.

As the weeks went on, Dave and Craig let you take on more and more responsibility as you could, and ones that didn't require you needing the board certification that you were already planning to take. They gave you advice on applying to Masters programs and Craig, sometimes even let you take his place on the bench during games. It wasn't a frequent thing, maybe once or twice every two to three weeks– but it was still cool as hell.

When spring break rolled around, you and Kennedy rubbed it into the faces of your Stars friends, when you announced your spring break plans with Paisley. While most of them had been to Cabo once or twice before, it was a getaway most of them desired for since the toll of the season was starting to weigh them down. Before you knew it, finals week was here and then boom...graduation.

In the last five months, your entire senior year flashed right before your eyes– and the moments that stood out the most always had the most important people in your life.

Your friends.

Your brothers and er- adopted brothers.

And Tyler...and the puppers.

The sound of cheering knocked you out of your thoughts and you saw all of your classmates standing up around you. You followed suit, holding onto the diploma tightly as you looked around you. You couldn't wrap your mind around how four years had come to an end so quickly. All of the weekends, the study nights, the parties off campus– everything, your entire college experience had wrapped up in four hours. As the crowd began to disperse and everyone went in search of their families, you looked around for Kennedy and Paisley, heading towards the meeting spot that the three of you had designated beforehand.

The Texas heat practically slapped you in the face as you used your diploma as a way to block the sun. Leaning out by a pillar just outside the auditorium, your two friends swarmed you from either side, the three of you hugging and trying not to cry. Even though Paisley had come into your friend group so late, it was like she was a missing piece of your friendship puzzle that well, you never knew you needed. When the three of you pulled away from one another, it only took one passing look before you burst into laughter.

"Ugh, why are we like this?" Kennedy laughed, sniffling and wiping her cheeks.

"I'm just happy that I'm no longer in that arena. You'd think with as expensive as the tuition is, they'd have decent air conditioning." Paisley added on, taking off her cap and wiping at her forehead. She turned off to the side and nodded her head. "I see my family, but we're all still on for lunch, right?"

Kennedy and you nodded as she waved and walked off, disappearing into the crowd. You relaxed more against the pillar, looking at your surroundings once more. "I can't believe it's over."

"Oh God, don't you start that," Kennedy came up next to you and plopped back against the pillar. "Get out of your emotions, Y/N. This isn't the time, especially today!"

And she was right, today was not the best day to get all in your feelings and be sad about your college experience coming to an end. Today...or rather, tonight, was so much more important.

"THERE'S MY FAVORITE GRADUATE!"

You and Kennedy looked up to see Big Rig towering over the crowd of people as his frame practically parted the crowd. Kennedy's parents were drifting behind him, all smiles as Big Rig carried flowers in his hands. "Hi, favorite boyfriend."

You rolled your eyes as he picked her up and spun her around carefully, kissing her before placing her back down onto the ground. "Favorite boyfriend? Are you telling me you have more than one?"

"Eh, I forgot about what's his name for the weekends," she joked, standing on her tippy toes and kissing him again. "You're my number one, though."

He smiled and handed her his flowers before turning to you, "ah, my second favorite graduate and first favorite Benn!" He wrapped you up in a hug and lifted you off the ground. "Don't worry, I got you flowers as well." He put you back down and handed you the other bouquet he was carrying.

"Hey, the only one who brings her flowers is me!" You turned to see Tyler standing there all dressed up with a smile on his face. When you looked past him, you saw the rest of your group stopped and talking to Kennedy's parents.

"Hey now, I'm more than okay with receiving gifts," you smiled, as Tyler made his way over to you and wrapped his arms around your waist. "But your flowers are my favorite."

He leaned in and kissed you, pulling away and tapping your graduation cap before bringing the bouquet in between the two of you. "There's a little gift in there too, from the puppers and I."

You looked down in the bouquet to see a black box with a small, red bow sitting in the middle of it. You picked it up and then looked back at Tyler with a raised eyebrow. "But Tyler, I just graduated college...I'm too young to get married."

The way his eyes bulged out of his head was enough to make you want to double over in laughter. When he registered the sarcasm in his voice, he rolled his eyes and nodded. "Haha, very funny, Y/N," he tucked the bouquet in the crook of his arm and nodded down at the box. "But just so you know, my proposal would be 100x better than this."

Your heart fluttered at the thought of Tyler proposing to you. Sure, you were nowhere near ready for marriage and neither was Tyler. And when you said it, it was a total joke. But the thought of it...was still a nice one. You looked back down at the box and lifted up the lid, revealing a stunning gold, heart-shaped locket. "Oh, Tyler..."

"Go ahead, open it." He smiled, nodding his head down at the locket before looking back at you. You pulled the necklace out of the box and opened the locket, revealing two pictures tucked on the inside. "Cassidy and Candace helped me cut out the pictures, I guess my first-grade arts and crafts projects proved that scissors and I don't go together well."

You smiled down at the locket, taking in the pictures Tyler had chosen. On the left, was a picture of the three goodest Seguin boys sitting at attention, all smiles and tongues. On the right, was probably your favorite picture you and Tyler had ever taken. It was at the family skate for the winter classic, the two of you had been skating around and having fun, and after beating Tyler in the first of many races, he had wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into him– preventing you from skating away. You were laughing, trying to wrestle out of his grip as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, blowing raspberries and only making you squirm more. Kennedy had snapped the candid, right at the moment, you had turned to look at him with a smile on his face and seconds before he leaned in to kiss you.

Literally a picture-perfect moment.

"I got it engraved on the back too," he reached out and flipped the locket over, revealing the small engraving on the backside. "They're coordinates."

"Coordinates? But to where?" you smiled, running your finger over the numbers.

"Dallas," he nodded, pointing at the engraving just below that.

My favorite memories and more. I love you.

You looked down at the locket, continuously running your thumb over the small engraving as you tried to hold back the tears. It was incredibly sweet of him to do this. At most, you expected flowers– but not something as sentimental as this. Yet as always, Tyler was always giving you more than you expected or felt like you deserved.

"I love you." You smiled, finally looking up at him before handing him the necklace and turning around, holding your hair up. "Can you?"

He handed the flowers off to Big Rig before placing the locket around your neck. The moment he clasped it off and you felt the weight of the necklace rest right at your chest, you turned around and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him. "I'm proud of you and I love you, Y/N. I hope you know that."

You nudged his nose with your own and smiled, "I know."

He hugged you closer to him, kissing you again until someone cleared their throat, interrupting the moment. "This is nice and all, but let me hug my sister, Seggy."

Tyler stepped away, taking the flowers back from Big Rig as Jamie, Jordie, and Jenn huddled behind him. Tyler and Jamie were back to normal, what happened over Christmas playing a huge part in it. Jamie, of course, had a few understandable ground rules: no extensive PDA in front of him and no discussing bedroom activities in the locker room, both of which you understood completely.

You were swarmed by your three older siblings, all three wrapping you up into a big hug and refusing to give you any air to breathe– but you were okay with it. You experienced a time where you knew that one of them had wanted nothing to do with you at one point, and you never wanted to experience that again. So this, lung crushing hug– was perfect.

"Okay, okay, give her some air you three," your mom said, swatting them away as yours and Kennedy's families group together. "Gosh, look at the two of you...college graduates."

"Yeah, honestly we never thought you'd make it here– OW!" Jordie said, glaring at your mom. "What? It's the truth? Don't you remember how homesick they were freshman year?"

"Oh yeah!" Jamie laughed, pointing at you and Kennedy. "Family weekend, you guys had an intervention with the two of them, telling them that they couldn't camp out in Kennedy's living room anymore on the weekends."

"And look how much gas money we saved on that," Kennedy's dad chimed in, wrapping his arm around her mom. "You girls sure have grown up these last few years...it makes us proud."

"Now about this Hawaii trip..." you smiled, looking at your two older brothers.

Jamie and Jordie looked at one another and Jamie shook his head. "I told you it wouldn't take her long to bring it up."

"Well, you're the one who ruined the surprise."

"Okay, but how was I supposed to know–"

"Boys, boys, boys," Kennedy said, walking over to the two older Benn boys. "Why argue, when you can give us the details on our extravagant, Hawaiian vacation?"

"Girls, we'll discuss it over lunch when we're with Paisley too, can the two of you wait that long?" Your mom asked, shaking her head.

"The lunch that four said big hockey players won't be at because they have to take a pre-game nap?" You smiled, standing up straighter. "Sounds great to me."

"Speaking of the game tonight, we're excited to see you guys play!" Kennedy's mom said, nodding at Big Rig. "Finally get to see the four boys we've heard so much about, in action."

"Please Mrs. Stewart, don't boost their egos any more than they already are." You teased, bumping into Tyler.

"Okay, okay enough talk! If we want to make our reservations we'll need to get some pictures done! Boys– er, boyfriends, you guys with the two girls first." Your dad directed, ushering the conversation forward.

Everyone cleared out in the circle as Big Rig and Tyler came to take a picture with Kennedy and you. Tyler stood on your right as Big Rig stood in between you and Kennedy, all four of you standing close and looking at the cameras, ready for the picture. "I'm kind of jealous of their hats," Tyler said, smiling through his words.

"I know, it's kind of depressing to know that our girlfriends are hotter and smarter than us, now."

"And you better not forget it," You added in, scrunching your nose as Tyler.

"Yeah, but after tonight, we'll be able to say that our boyfriends are the 2020 Western Conference Champions, so which is better?"

Tyler and Big Rig looked at each other and nodded their heads. "Hot girlfriends."

You and Kennedy nudged them both in the ribs before your parents made you take another picture.

❒❒❒❒

Your post-grad lunch surrounded by family and friends was exactly what you needed to take your mind off of the end of your undergrad years and especially, tonight. Jamie, Big Rig, Jordie, and Tyler weren't originally supposed to tag along, but never like to be left out, they opted to join your already huge lunch party. More than once, you often caught yourself slipping out of conversations and just looking around at the table, wondering just how you ended up in your current spot. You had two amazing girlfriends, their families, your own family, your siblings and of course, Tyler.

After the lunch had ended, your four hockey boys went their separate ways to prepare themselves for tonight's game. Jamie had offered up his place for everyone to relax before the game with the one rule that nobody bothered him the moment he went upstairs to take his nap. It was comical, watching him try to lecture the three pairs of parents on how important a pre-game nap was. So, all three families went to Jamie's place and settled down in the living room, mingling and talking about how excited they were to watch the game from the suite that Jamie, Tyler and Big Rig had gotten for the big group. You had chosen to let Tyler have his rest back at his place, deciding to tag along with your parents back to Jamie's house.

And that's when it happened. No sooner than you guys stepped foot into his front door, your mom practically spazzed out, "Oh shoot, I almost forgot!" She rushed into the kitchen, bringing back two envelopes for you. "These came in for you just before we left home. I meant to give them to you at lunch, but I forgot them here this morning."

"What are they?"

"Ooh, maybe it's cash. A million dollars perhaps, Mrs. B?" Kennedy joked, plopping down next to Katie on Jamie's couch.

"Oh no, that'd be a gift from her two loving brothers," your mom laughed, handing over the envelopes to you. "Go ahead, open them."

You took the envelopes from her and flipped them over, seeing two familiar emblems and names written in the top left corner of each. You looked at your parents with wide eyes and they both just smiled. "Do you think...?"

"Only one way to find out."

You took a deep, calming breath before opening the first envelope. You closed your eyes, unfolding the letter before opening it again and letting your eyes dwindle down the paper. "Oh my God...I got in," you let the letter fall from your face as you looked at your parents. "I got in!!"

"Where, where? Which one?" Kennedy cheered, springing off the couch as everyone maneuvered into the living room.

"Houston," you shook your head in shock. "I got into their Masters Athletic Training program."

"Oh God, please stop getting degrees," Jamie groaned, coming in from the kitchen with a water bottle. "It's bad enough you've already got a jump on us, but one more?"

"You can go to school too, Jamie," Katie replied, rolling her eyes. "Open the second one!"

"I bet you got into there too," Jennie smiled, taking a seat on the couch armrest.

"I doubt it," you sighed, looking at the second envelope. "It's USF. They're one of the top programs in the country."

"Well, you'll never know if you don't open it," Jamie replied, coming up by your mom. "And please do it soon, I need my nap."

You stared at the USF logo in the left corner, trying to feel the envelope as if you'd be able to tell it was a rejection letter without opening it. You had only applied to two programs– U of Houston and USF, with USF being your number one choice. Turning the envelope over, you ripped the seal and pulled the folded letter out. You stared at the back of the paper, trying to build the nerve to unfold the letter when you looked up and immediately made eye contact with Jamie.

He sighed and came over, holding out his hand for you to hand the letter over. You placed it in his hand and without hesitation, he unfolded it and brought it up to his face. You watched as his eyes skimmed over the letter, his face showing no sign of emotion. "Well shit," he sighed, sounding defeated.

"No? It's no isn't it?"

"No, it looks like I'll be seeing you in Tampa instead of Houston," he turned the paper around and smiled. "You got in."

Your eyes widened as you read the first word of the letter over and over again. 'Congratulations!' You looked up at Jamie and jumped into his arms. "I got in!"

He hugged you tight and spun you around a little as the rest of the group was all smiles and cheers. "I'm proud of you, kid. I know you've worked hard for this," he put you back onto the ground and handed over your letter. "And you've earned every bit of it."

You were in disbelief, you had actually gotten into both Masters programs. As you stared at your two letters, you couldn't help but feel incredibly proud of the work you'd put in your last four years of undergrad. And as soon as the cheers and voices of everyone around you faded out, the thought that had been lingering in the back of your mind since you applied for the programs, came forward.

If you went to USF...then what about Tyler?

❒❒❒❒

The atmosphere in the arena was insane, and why wouldn't it be? Tonight was the potential final game of the Western Conference Championship. Both of your brothers were playing tonight and the Stars were leading the series 3-0.

Needless to say, tonight was a very, very important night.

So important, that you hadn't even thought to tell anyone besides those who were at the house when you found out about your acceptance into the two masters programs. You figured that after the game was the best time to tell Big Rig and Tyler, not before they had one of the biggest games of their career. That, and it gave you a little more time to really consider what to do about choosing a program. USF was your number one choice and you only applied to U of Houston as a backup. But now that you've gotten into both, what the hell were you supposed to do?

You spent all of that quality pre-game relaxation time asking Kennedy and Paisley what they thought you should do. You and Tyler had just started officially dating only months ago and now there was a huge potential that you would be moving 15 hours away? How the hell would that affect your relationship? You didn't even want to think about that, because you had already almost lost Tyler once...you didn't want to risk it again.

But you wanted to go to USF, so badly. It was as if your brain and your heart were tugging you in two different directions. One being, that if you choose to go to USF for the next two years, your relationship with Tyler would be up in the air and fall apart as quickly as it had come together the first time. The other being, that you couldn't let a relationship dictate over what would be the best for you and your education. The battle inside of you was at such a high, but the moment that you walked into the training room and heard the chatter and laughter of the boys waiting to be helped, it was as if that was washed away and the real worry at hand took over.

As serious of a game, this was going to be, you'd never know it by the way the boys were in the training room or even down the corridors doing their pre-game stuff. You were immediately greeted with cheers and congratulations, followed by the 'smarty-pants' and 'nerd' chirps. But you loved every moment of it because it was coming from them and you knew that they meant it in a heartfelt way.

You were already finished with helping Big Rig and his stretches when Tyler had come in and requested you to tape his ankles, of course. You were already done with one when the door opened and Dave walked in with Craig behind him, both coming back from helping some of the guys out in the hallway.

"Y/N! We just heard!" Craig smiled, walking past as Jamie followed in behind home.

"You got into USF? Great job, kid! Their program is one of the best in the country," Dave added, coming to a stop by you and patting you on the shoulder. "And as a graduation present from Craig and I, you get to be with us on the bench today. Get a taste of the real playoff run stuff." He walked by and went to his desk, plopping down into his chair. "Also, if you have to do some more internship stuff down there, Tom Mulligan is a good friend of mine. I can see if I can get you one there if you'd like?"

"That'd be cool, thanks, Dave." You smiled, turning your attention back to Tyler's ankle as the guys around you cheered even more for you.

"What? You got into USF? That's awesome!" Tyler asked, bending his foot to get you to look up at him. "Wait, what's that? I've never heard of that school here..."

"That's because it's not in Texas," you took a deep breath, looking back down at his foot and mentally cursing Jamie for telling Dave and Craig. This is not how you wanted Tyler to find out, ideally...he'd find out eh...weeks from now. "It's in Tampa."

"But–"

"You're all done." Before he could say anything else, you finish wrapping his ankle and tap the tape, signaling that he's done. You went to stand up when Pavs called you over, asking if you could tape him too.

Tyler sat there on the table for a moment, watching you and still looking confused before finally hopping off, returning his heating pad and walking out of the training room. You could still feel the tension in your shoulders as you went on and helped Pavs and then a few more of the guys, and though Tyler wasn't in the room with you, it was as if you could still feel his gaze on you. When the training room cleared out the closer it got to warm-ups, you leaned back against a table and took a deep breath, letting it out seconds later and feeling yourself relax.

You weren't even playing in the game tonight and you were nervous. It felt a little weird, having both brothers having to play each other. Sure, they'd done it before during the regular season...but this was different. This was to get to the Stanley Cup Finals– and one brother would go, while the other one wouldn't. It made you anxious. You check your watch to see you have some time to grab a water bottle from the lounge before the game started and you left the training room.

No sooner than you stepped out of the room and started to make your way down to the lounge, were you then pulled away by your wrist and cornered by Tyler. "Jesus, Tyler," you sighed. "You scared me."

"Sorry, I just wanted to talk," he said, an arm extended out towards the wall and holding himself up. "So what's up? I can tell something's up with you."

"Really? Oh no, uh," you coughed, shaking your head. "It must be the nerves of being on the bench tonight."

He rolled his eyes, "nice try, but you've been on the bench before." He let his arm down and rested his shoulder against the wall, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow. "Care to try again?"

"So, like...I applied to two schools, one here in Houston and the other...USF." You sighed, your shoulders collapsing as you caught sight of the locket resting just below the open collar of your polo. "USF is one of the top programs in the country and U of Houston was my backup...and I– I'm just trying to figure out where to go."

"Do you want to go to USF?" Tyler asked nonchalantly.

"Eh."

"Eh?" He laughed, standing up straight. "You just said it was your top choice, so obviously you want to go there. Why aren't you more excited?"

You huffed and crossed your arms, biting the inside of your cheek before looking at him. "Because it's in Florida, it's a two-year program, we just started dating and I–"

He tilted his head to the side, raising an eyebrow again. "And you?"

Defeated, you slumped back against the wall, staring back down at your shoes. "I don't want to leave us...you. I just–" you turned to him, uncrossing your arms and raising them halfway, only to let them drop back down at your sides. "This is new and I don't want to ruin it."

He opened his mouth to say something when Jamie's voice erupted from the hall. "Seggy come on, let's go!"

"Hey, Y/N, can you help me unpack this tape really quick?" Craig called out, moments later.

You sighed, looking back down at the floor when Tyler reached for your hand and squeezed it, causing you to look up at him. "We'll have to talk about this after the game, okay?" You nodded and he leaned in, kissed your cheek, whispered "congratulations," and then disappeared down the hall with your brother.

Okay, okay that didn't go as bad as you thought it would. Now it's just time to survive the game and maybe you'd end up surviving the 'talk' you and Tyler were going to have afterward....maybe.

❒❒❒❒

Never has there been a time where you wanted to throw a water bottle as a ref or a linesman's face, yet in this game, it was a constant need almost ever five minutes. You were agitated for both sides, really. Calls were being missed, penalties being blatantly ignored– God, it led you wondering how people even managed to survive playoff hockey. Even though you could feel your blood pressure rise with every play, there was no better feeling than being there on the bench and watching it all unfold in front of you.

Yeah, this is definitely what you wanted to do for the rest of your life.

You've been around hockey your entire life. Whether it was watching your older brothers play or even taking a shot at it yourself– hockey was a constant thing in your family. You've watched enough games in your 22 years of life that could fill an average person's full desire for hockey. But this, being there on the bench, knowing that you're the person that helps the players keep up with their performance and take care of their bodies– was a whole ‘nother thing.

It was a never-ending rush of adrenaline and you had Dave and Craig to thank for this entire experience. Why Craig decided to hang back in the training room and let you take his place on the bench, you had absolutely no idea. But you weren't going to complain, one bit.

Your eyes drifted up towards the jumbotron and saw the time remaining in the second period. there was only a minute left and the Stars still had a 2-1 lead. Dobby was a brick wall, you hadn't seen him play like this and his regular season stats were already fire. As time dwindled down and the shifts were changing you heard a whistle blow and play stopped. Dave looked at you and nodded his head. "You go to Jamie, and I'll go help, Klinger."

"Me?!" You squealed, holding onto the fanny pack rested around your waist.

"Yes, you– it's okay. Jamie's tough, probably nothing too serious." He replied, stepping out onto the ice as Rads helped him over.

You felt your heart begin to race as Bishop opened the door for you and you stepped out onto the ice. Big Rig was right there to help you over to Jamie and Tyler skated over soon after, making it a faster trip over to your brother. The adrenaline was surely pumping through you now as you quickly looked out into the crowd and saw the thousands of people surrounding you. "Oh wow," you gulped, holding onto the towel in your hand.

"Pretty cool, huh?" Big Rig laughed as they brought you to a stop in front of Jamie, who was pushing himself up onto his knees.

"What's up big boy?" You asked, looking down at your brother before crouching down on to the ice. He was bleeding on his forehead, just beneath his helmet. "Holy fuck you're bleeding!"

"Well yeah, I'm pretty sure that's what the red stuff is, Y/N." Big Rig chuckled, resting against his stick.

"I think the fucking puck nailed Klinger and ricocheted and hit me," he sucked in air through his teeth as he checked in on Klinger. When his eyes settled back on you he chuckled. "Wow, I guess they just send anyone out on the ice these days, huh?"

"Dave said it wasn't this serious, though!" You panicked slightly, bending down more to get a glimpse at his cut as you reached for the helmet. "This is why mom got the two of you visors for Christmas, you bonehead."

You examined the cut to make sure his helmet hadn't chipped and gone into the wound. You pressed the towel against his head as he laughed. "Shut up or I'll ask Craig to let me stitch you up too– that should be fun."

His eyes went wide at your suggestion, just as Jordie came to a stop by your group. "How's he doing doc? Is he going to lose a few brain cells?"

Oh, how the announcers for the game must be losing their minds– three Benn's on the ice in a Western Conference Championship game. Talk about social media gold.

"It wouldn't matter if he did," you said, nodding back down at Jamie. "I'd still be the smartest in the family."

Jamie groaned and started to stand up without you, but you kept the pressure on his forehead until he was fully standing and took over the pressure on his own. "Yeah, yeah, shut up the both of you."

You walked alongside him as Tyler and Big Rig followed you back, Jordie trailing not too far behind. When you reached the bench, Jamie walked back to the training room and you stepped back into the bench. "Looking good out here, Y/N. I guess the degree hasn't gone to waste, huh?" Jordie joked.

"Oh yeah," you laughed, tugging on our fanny pack and motioning towards the tunnel. "Putting good use to it all seven hours I've had it."

Jordie just winked as he skated off back towards his own bench, just as Dave and Klinger came off of the ice. Klinger looked fine, but since the period was ending soon, he was probably going back to get ahead of the crowd and get checked on. "Everything okay?" Dave asked, nodding his head down the tunnel.

"Oh yeah, just a cut. It doesn't need any stitches or anything, it can just be cleaned, if at most glued. But don't tell Jamie I said that, I already said Craig would let me stitch him up."

Dave threw his head back and laughed as the two of you turned towards the ice as play resumed. He crossed his arms, staring out at the ice before nodding ahead. "I meant what I said, Y/N. I can give you a recommendation to Tom. You've got the heart for this, the skills and you're a hard worker."

You bit the inside of your cheek, still unsure if you were even going to be in that area, though the offer was nice. "Can I get back to you on that?"

Dave nodded as the period came to an end and the players made their way down the tunnel. "Sure thing, kid. But I can tell you one thing, even just based on seeing you in the training room and then just now, you're a natural for this."

You stood there for a few moments longer, taking in the empty ice and the full arena. You took a deep breath and sighed as his words replayed in your mind.

'You're a natural.'

'You've got the heart for this.’

'The skills...'

You tapped your hand against the wall and smiled, before turning away from the ice and walking back down the tunnel.

❒❒❒❒

This couldn't be real.

You had to be fucking dreaming right now.

The Stars were headed to the Stanley Cup Finals and Tyler had scored the game-winning goal in the last shootout round, to send them there. The moment that the puck flew past Markstrom and the team erupted on of the bench, you felt like running onto the ice with them. Instead, you were attacked with a hug from Big Rig before he followed his teammates off of the bench and on to the ice. It was surreal, hearing the cheers erupt all around you.

It was almost deafening.

You couldn't stop shaking even as you watched the ceremony of the boys receiving their hats from the NHL and then the Clarence S. Campbell Bowl from the NHL commissioner. You wanted to cry when you saw Jamie lead the team over to get their picture behind it. Even by the time that everything had calmed down and the families were allowed to come on to the ice to congratulate their players, it still felt like it was a dream.

When you finally got onto the ice with your family, the whole thing was a big blur. It was like you hopped from picture to picture, congratulations leaving your lips time after time as your heart swelled with pride at what your team had accomplished. You were standing back, watching your parents snap pictures of your brother and Katie and relaxing, taking in the scene of the fans still cheering on the boys.

"Y/N! Y/N!" You looked to your left to see Candace and Cassidy both headed your way with big smiles on their faces. The three of you hugged as you looked around for Tyler, knowing that he was probably done taking pictures with his family.

"Can you believe it?" Cassidy smiled, holding onto your arm. "They're going to the Stanley Cup finals!"

"Who would've thought that our average player of a brother would be the won to score the game-winning goal that sends them to the finals, huh?" Candace joked, her eyebrows raising as she looked past you.

You turned to see Tyler making his way over to you and you felt your cheeks redden and your heart race. "I think that's our cue to leave, but come find us afterward! We want pictures." Cassidy smiled, squeezing your arm before pulling Candace away.

You laughed as they walked away just as Tyler had reached you. He was hearing his hat proudly on his head and had the grin you loved so much plastered on his face. "Well hey, there champio–"

Before you could even say anything, he sweeps you up into his arms and kisses you. You wrap your arms around his neck, pouring every bit of love you had for him into the kiss before he pulled away, still holding you in his arms. "I want you to go," he huffed, out of breath.

"Huh?" You asked, tilting your head to the side.

"To USF. I want you to go."

"But–"

"No, no buts." He placed you back down onto the ice and kept his arms around your waist, looking down at you. "This is your dream. That's the best program in the country and don't try to tell me different because I even heard Dave say it."

Your jaw dropped, still stunned at what he was saying. "But–" He looked at you with a raised eyebrow and you sighed. "But I don't want to leave you..."

"We can hang out when we come to play Tampa. I can visit, you can visit and we have our summers." He took the hat off of his head and placed it down onto yours, adjusting it with a smile. "Besides, I'd be able to brag about how my smoking hot, and genius girlfriend got into one of the top athletic training programs in the country."

You felt your eyes brim with tears once again before you brought him back down and kissed him again. When you pulled away, you kept your eyes closed and your forehead pressed to his. "I love you."

"And I love you," he replied, kissing your forehead before pulling away from you and intertwining his fingers with yours. "Now come on, I need a picture with my lucky charm of a girlfriend and the Clarence S. Campbell bowl so I can post it on Instagram and brag about the both of you."

You threw your head back and laughed, as you tucked yourself further into his side, not even caring that you guys were surrounded by the press and the fans. "You're such a dweeb."

"Yeah, but I'm your–"

"Don't even say it, Seguin," you chuckled, looking up at him. He just tapped the brim of the hat on your head, knocking it partially over your eyes before giving you a wink and that childlike grin that was enough to bring the butterflies in your stomach alive.

[indestinatus]

my love, my life - AO3 

Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile

6

“Give Ima a kiss,” Ziva got down to her level, showing her cheek with a side smile.

Tali planted a wet kiss followed by soft giggles, her pigtails swaying from side to side.

“The best kiss in the world,” Ziva adjusted the schoolbag straps on her shoulders and pressed a finger to her chin, “what do you have to remember today, mon coeur?”

Tali replied with a soft voice, “have courage and be kind,” her brown eyes wide while she nodded to her mother.

“That’s right, princess,” Ziva’s finger caressed her cheek gently, pride shining in her eyes, “just like Cinderella. Now go or your father will get late for work.”

Tali nodded again, taking her mother’s words very seriously.

Ziva stood up and found Tony staring at her, his smile soft. This happened every day and still, his eyes never changed, a twinkle of adoration permanent.

“I thought I had the best kiss in the world,” he said with a smirk just before his soft lips met hers for a spare of a moment, “guess I’ll have to up my game.”

“You’ll never win,” she smiled while he took Tali’s hand and directed them to the car, along a tiled path crossing the garden towards the main gate. 

Ziva watched them leave hand-in-hand like they did every morning, and every morning her heart felt the same: a sore feeling of time passing too fast just before her eyes.

She knew this was a memory she would treasure later on.

Tali waved at her once they got to the end of the path showing her big front teeth gap. Tony cast a wide grin her way, as if also not believing this was their daily lives now. 

Ziva smiled.

°°°

The feeling that I’m losing her forever And without really entering her world I’m glad whenever I can share her laughter That funny little girl

9

“One, two, three, four,” Tony moved his piece across the board, “OH, NOOO.”

Tali’s laughter filled the room, her body contorting until she was lying at the ground with a hand on her belly, her cheeks red.

“YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME,” Tony’s hands pulled his own hair but his smile was wide, “I’m already in debt because your mother has hotels everywhere.”

“I thought you’d already be accustomed to us winning by now, dear,” Ziva smiled wide, her eyes twinkling at the little girl laughing out loud next to her.

Ziva extended a hand and Tali high fived it with a big smile, her dimples showing in her cheeks.

“Why are you two are always against me, uh?” though his words were annoyed, the look he cast at Ziva was of pure adoration, a side smirk appearing as his eyes twinkled.

Tali chuckled in joy, swaying from side to side on the floor, looking at him with the excitement of a certain victory about to come.

“Guess I’ll go to jail,” said Tony with a mocked pout as he moved his piece to the other side of the board.

“You’re used to it, Dad,” replied Tali with a glint in her eyes.

Tony turned to Ziva with his eyebrows raised, “you’ve… told her?”

Ziva huffed and started to laugh, “about… your time in jail? Of course I didn’t.”

Tony looked at Tali, who was trying not to smile at her own wit, her cheeks turning red again. His lips opened in a mischievous grin.

He threw himself at her, tickling her sides until Tali’s laughter grew louder and louder. This Friday night was chilly, but their happiness made the room warm enough.

Ziva smiled.

°°°

Sleep in our eyes, her and me at the breakfast table Barely awake, I let precious time go by

12

“Ughhh, that makes no sense,” Tali let her head fall at the table, the pencil escaping her fingers. 

“Let’s try that another way then, mon coeur,” Ziva stood up and walked towards the fruit basket at the kitchen isle.

Tali raised her head with a frown, clearly annoyed, her eyes blinking away the tiredness of the late hours of the night. 

Ziva put an apple in front of her and started cutting it into pieces.

“So this,” she showed a piece of it to Tali, who sighed and rested her head on her elbows, staring at it, “is a quarter of the apple.”

Ziva cut it again, “and this is half of that piece,” she ate it and smiled with her mouth full, making Tali huff a soft chuckle, “delicious. Here, let’s try together.”

Tali took the piece and Ziva helped her cut it in half.

“So half of a quarter is what of the whole apple?” she asked softly while Tali was stared at it with a serious face, the gears of her mind visibly rotating through her expression.

Tali put all pieces together, forming an apple again, except for the slice Ziva had eaten, which was missing. 

“This one missing, it was one in…?”

“Eight.”

“Then how many are left?”

“Seven. Seven in eight,” Tali nodded and lifted her eyes to Ziva, understatement filling them suddenly.

“Then if we take another apple,” Ziva put a new apple on top of the breakfast table, “and add those still remaining to the hidden pieces of the new apple,” she talked slowly and Tali followed her gestures attentively, “how many will there be?”

Her daughter blinked a few times, biting her lower lip just like her until a big smile opened in her lips.

“There will be fifteen pieces, eight hidden inside that one,” she pointed to the uncut fruit, then to her homework in front of her, taking up her pencil once again.

Ziva tousled her hair, “great job, dear.”

Tali lifted her twinkling eyes filled with pride to her mother, the tiredness gone completely, “thanks, Ma.”

Ziva smiled.

°°°

What happened to the wonderful adventures The places I had planned for us to go Well, some of that we did but most we didn’t And why, I just don’t know

15

“What about Cairo…?” asked Ziva softly, looking at the screen in front of her.

Tony took out his glasses and turned to her with soft eyes.

“You sure?” he asked gently, tilting his head, “even after we…?”

“After we what?” a voice came into view, entering the balcony where they had been stationed all afternoon with a computer on top of the coffee table.

Tali jumped inside the hammock next to her parents and let one foot dangled out to swing herself, a bunch grapes in her hand as she looked at them inquisitively.

Ziva cleared her throat and nodded at Tony, who understood she was taking the reins of the conversation.

“When you… were little, Cairo was where we met for the first time. Your father and I,” Ziva replied slowly while Tali popped grape after grape in her mouth, “and we have… certain memories there that can be difficult to address.”

“Oh,” Tali nodded, her hand stopping mid-air as she realized this was a heavy topic, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“No, no, no, it’s okay, mon coeur,” Ziva smiled fondly, “it’s part of your story.”

She turned to Tony and met him looking at her softly, gently, as if she was made of porcelain. He raised her knuckles to his lips and kissed them tenderly.

“We need to take her there,” Ziva glanced at the screen again.

It showed ticket prices for their next trip together.

Tony nodded and kissed her knuckles one more time before putting his glasses back to search for hotel bookings.

“You know, Egypt has two of the seven world wonders,” said Tali distractedly, her eyes directed at the bright stars above her, “we could start collecting them.”

Tony glanced at her and nodded, eyes studying her close, “is Hawaii one of them?”

“No, Dad,” her laughter filled the night sky.

“Well, I guess we could always make our own, uh?” Tony’s twinkled as he opened a playful grin towards his daughter. 

She chuckled again and they started discussing the possible reasons why various places should enter their list.

Ziva smiled.

°°°

Slipping through my fingers all the time I try to capture every minute The feeling in it Slipping through my fingers all the time

17

“MAAA?” her voice came from upstairs, making Ziva lift her eyes from the book she was reading.

“YES, TA?”

“COULD YOU HELP ME WITH SOMETHING, PLEASE?”

Ziva closed the book without hesitation and made the way to her daughter’s room, her lips revealing a small smirk to herself.

She knocked at the door and Tali opened it with a swift move, startling her.

“I need your help with this,” she motioned to her hair, “I don’t know why you passed me those genes.”

Tali was completely disheveled, her hair a lion mane around her, light brown curls pointing everywhere. Her forehead was furrowed in a frown and her eyes blotty, as if she gave up trying to style it and cried in anger with the whole situation.

“Yeah, yeah sure,” Ziva smiled softly and directed her to a chair just in front of a big ground mirror in one side of her room, “something special tonight?”

Tali appeared visibly calmer once Ziva started gently detangling her curls, swift fingers comforting her by quickly separating her hair into sections. 

“Yeah… sort of,” she replied, eyes avoiding her mother’s, who was taking each hairpin from her mouth and placing them at her hair, “it looked terrible.”

“You don’t look terrible,” Ziva found her worried eyes through the mirror, “far from it, T. Only by having youth you’re already beautiful.” 

Tali remained silent, her eyes studying her own features while Ziva made a low bun with her hair, curls starting to frame her face. Ziva finished and the feeling of a finger on Tali’s chin made her turn to her mother.

“Don’t ever doubt your own beauty, Tali,” brown eyes looked at her softly, “I may be biased, but every aspect of you is beautiful in my eyes. Even more now, look at yourself.”

Tali turned to the mirror. She did look beautiful, the low bun making her feel more mature somehow, little light brown curls lose making her dark eyes pop with the contrast. She sighed, smiling softly. Tali knew talking to her mother would ease all her concerns.

“Thank you, Ma.”

Two light knocks sounded at the door, followed by it slowly opening to her room.

“Going out tonight?” asked Tony, taken aback by how similar Tali looked to Ziva, “where, may I ask?”

Tali opened a big grin. She turned to her mother and answered in Hebrew, making her father instantly sigh annoyed.

“Will I really need to start learning Hebrew now?” his eyes darted to Ziva, pleading for an explanation, “or will you two save me from wasting my time doing so and just stop speaking this secret code of yours?”

Ziva glanced at Tali, who was beaming with mischief, then turned back to Tony, replying to him also in Hebrew. He growled in frustration and closed the door, rolling his eyes with a grunt. 

Tali burst out laughing.

Ziva smiled.

°°°

Do I really see what’s in her mind Each time I think I’m close to knowing She keeps on growing Slipping through my fingers all the time

18

“Three, two, one, smileee.”

Click.

“Tony, get out of there, will you?” Ziva huffed a laugh at Tony making funny poses behind Tali, “we already have enough photos of you making weird faces.”

“What,” Tony continued to change his pose, now showing his muscles to the camera, “tonight is special, right? People need to know I’m her father.”

“People don’t need to know that,” she shoved him to the side, taking a step back again to capture Tali, who just looked at him annoyed, “though they all probably know it already with you continuously showing off.”

“I’m not showing off,” his frown made Ziva smile, “I’m protecting her,” he crossed his arms and let her took the pictures.

“I’m sure she can take care of herself, dear.”

Click.

Tali looked stunning wearing a champagne-colored satin prom dress, garden roses already decorating the corsage around her wrist. Her hair was down and her soft curls fell over her shoulders, a glint of excitement in her eyes making her even more gorgeous.

The ring bell rang before Tony could retort.

Ziva opened the door with a smile and a nervous young man stepped into the living room. His eyes landed on Tali and stayed, widening while he took her in.

Tony crossed his arms and inflated his chest, stepping in front of him.

“Name.”

The young man changed his stance, taking a deep breath and clenching his jaw, “Ray, sir,” in his defense, he held Tony’s killing stare with braveness.

“You gotta be kidding me,” Tony huffed than turned to Ziva, shaking his head, “okay. Not the best name, but that’s not your fault. Time.”

“I’ll bring her back by midnight, sir.”

“Tony, stop with all this nonsense,” Ziva placed a hand on his arm and pulled Tali forward to her date, “it’s just a party.”

“I’m not done yet,” he managed to get out of her grip, “best Bond.”

“What, Tony, that is way past the limits-”

“Daniel Craig,” said the boy without backing down.

Tony nodded, eyes narrowing, “everyone knows it’s Sean Connery.”

The young man didn’t reply, his hands respectfully behind his back as he clenched his jaw and stared back at Tony, who looked him up and down.

“People say I look a lot like a young Robert Wagner.”

“Robert Wagner isn’t a Bond, sir.”

Tony nodded once and clicked his tongue, uncrossing his arms, “okay, I approve of him. Be back on time and fear the shadows, it’s me watching you from afar.”

“Oh, for god’s sake, let him be,” Ziva pulled Ray towards Tali, pushing them for a final picture together. He was visibly relieved, eyes never leaving Tali’s as he opened a wide smile. 

Click.

“Have fun, sweetie!” Ziva’s voice echoed down the path leading to the street as the boy opened the car’s door to let Tali in.

“MIDNIGHT,” Tony yelled towards them, “LIKE CINDERELLA, UH TALI? YOUR FAVORITE.”

“Tony, she’s not a child,” Ziva laughed at how concerned he looked, “let her have some fun, please.”

“I know, it’s just,” he sighed as Ziva closed the front door behind them, “she’s my little girl.”

Ziva looked at him fondly, patting his chest and taking his hand, “I know that, dear,” she led them towards the living room, “and you look nothing like Robert Wagner.”

“What,” Tony huffed a laugh and turned to her, his eyes thankful for the distraction, “of course I do. I know I do. A hotter, younger version of him.“ 

“If you say so,” Ziva snuggled up beside him as they sit down on the couch, laying her head on his shoulder.

Tony kissed her hair and smiled in fondness, “be my Bond girl tonight?”

“Always.”

Ziva smiled.

°°°

Sometimes I wish that I could freeze the picture And save it from the funny tricks of time

19

Tali yelled loudly, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“WHAT, WHAT HAPPENED?” Tony’s voice came from the living room, getting closer and closer as he jumped multiple stair steps in one go, “TALI, YOU OKAY?”

Him and Ziva appeared looking alarmed by her door, Ziva carrying a kitchen knife.

“I got in,” Tali’s fingers shook as she pointed at the computer screen and couldn’t stop crying, “I got in, I got in, I got in.”

“You got in…?” Ziva started crying in an instant, letting the knife down at Tali’s bed.

Tony raced to the computer, his eyes wide.

It gives us immense pleasure to inform you that your application for admission has been approved…

His scream of joy echoed in her room just before he hugged Tali and swept her off her feet.

“My little girl got in,” he muttered again and again, laughing through his tears, “I’m so proud of you, sweet cheeks.”

“We look forward to having you at Yale University this upcoming academic year,” Ziva’s voice escalated as she read the email, suddenly jumping to hug her daughter once Tony let her down to the ground.

“My Tali will be everything she’s meant to be.”

“I’m gonna study Law, Ima,” Tali said through the tears, her smile hurting in her cheeks, “I’m gonna have a voice.”

“Yes you will, T,” Tony hugged them both tightly, the whole family sobbing with joy, “you’re our star.”

“My love, my life,” Ziva grabbed her cheeks again before hugging her one more time, “we’re so proud of you.”

Tali cried.

Tony laughed.

Ziva smiled.

°°°

Schoolbag in hand, she leaves home in the early morning Waving goodbye with an absent-minded smile

20

“Give Ima a kiss,” Ziva said with sad eyes, showing her cheek with a small smile.

Tali planted a wet kiss followed by soft laughter, hugging her tightly.

“The best kiss in the world,” Ziva adjusted the schoolbag straps on her shoulders and caressed her cheek, “did you remember to call the landlord, mon coeur?”

“Yeah, Ma, everything’s fine.”

“Okay, okay, just checking,” Ziva cast her a soft smile, opening the front door with an ache in her heart, “it’s a mother’s job.”

“I’m gonna be fine,” Tali smiled wide as she started to walk towards the car, “I’m gonna be great, you’ll see.”

Tears threatened to spill as Tony placed a hand on her shoulder, his smile soft. He hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead, wiping the falling tears.

“I thought I had the best kiss in the world,” he whispered with his lips on her skin, “guess I’ll have to up my game.”

“You’ll never win,” she smiled softly, inhaling deeply after wiping her tears.

Tony kissed her forehead again, then grabbed her cheeks and looked her in the eye, “I’ll call you when we get to New York, okay?”

Ziva nodded silently and let him go, her heart with an ache she knew well: the sore feeling of time passing too fast just before her eyes.

She knew this had already become a memory.

Tali waved at her once they got to the end of the path, showing her big, wide grin. Tony cast a soft smile her way, as if trying to comfort her from afar.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she waved her back, clenching the familiar necklace tightly in her fingers.

Ziva smiled.

[just-random-obsessions]

Funny Moments In Avengers 1 (this time with gifs!)

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In hindsight, I probably shoulda done this either before or right after Thor 1 but I’m horrible at planning so. This post is going to be listing the humor in Avengers 1 and then giving some thoughts afterwards. Post starts underneath the tag list. If you want to be added/removed from the tag list, let me know.

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Also, side note but I find it kinda interesting how the humor doesn’t start till several minutes after the film starts when the arms dealer guy is interrogating Natasha.

~ Arms dealer: “you listen carefully” Coulson: *bitch you listen carefully*

~ “I’m working! This idiot is giving me everything” “I don’t give her everything”

~ “Let me put you on hold” *Coulson waiting very quietly as he listens to Natasha’s hold music which consists of bones breaking*

~ “Oh I’ve got Stark. You get the big guy” *Natasha DEFINITELY saying “fuck” in a different language*

~ “Should’ve got paid up front Banner”

~ “Doctor we’re facing a potential global catastrophe” “oh no those I try to actively avoid”

~ “What does Fury want me to do [with the Tesseract]? Swallow it?”

~ “Is there anything you can tell us about the Tesseract? “You should’ve left it in the ocean

~ “Ten bucks says you’re wrong [about being surprised by new things]” *Steve later giving Fury $10*

~ “How does it look?” “Like Christmas but with more me”

~ “Give yourself some credit please. Give yourself 12% of the credit.” “12%?! Of my baby?!” “An argument could be made for 15”

~ “You have reached the life model decoy of Tony Stark. Please leave a message”

~ “Phil! Come in!” “Um his first name is Agent”

~ *I know nothing about the Avengers initiative but I do know that my boyfriend is a dick sometimes*

~ *Pepper saying something racy in Tony’s ear*

~ *Both of the men’s faces*

~ “The guy’s like a Stephen Hawking.” *?????* “He’s like a smart person”

~ “I watched you while you were sleeping” *wow I should’ve stayed in the ice cause this convo went sideways real quick*

~ *Loki straight up sassing the asshole who tortured him like the Queen he is*

~ “Did he ask you to sign his captain America trading cards yet?” Trading cards?” “They’re vintage. He’s very proud”

~ “Really? They want me in a submerged pressurized metal container”

~ “Oh no this is much worse”

~ “I mean, if it’s not too much trouble” “no no it’s fine”

~ *Loki bitch-slapping the guard in the face with the scepter*

~ *cap punches Loki and Loki’s bitch really face”

~ “Kneel!” “Not today!”

~ “Make a move Reindeer Games”

~ “Rock of Ages giving up so easy?”

~ “What’s the matter? Scared of a little lightning?” “I’m not overly fond of what follows?” *?????*

~ “Now there’s that guy”

~ “We need a plan of attack!” “I have a plan. Attack”

~ “You think yourself above them?” “Well yes dumbass”

~ “You listen well brother” “I’m listening”

~ “Doth mother know, you weareth her drapes?”

~ *Loki calmly watching them fight*

~ “Power at 400% capacity” “How bout that?”

~ “Let me know if ‘real power’ wants a magazine or something”

~ “He really grows on you doesn’t he?”

~ “An army. From outer space” *should’ve stayed in the ice cube*

~ “He killed 80 people in 2 days” “He’s adopted”

~ “No hard feelings Point Breaks, you got a mean swing”

~ “That man is playing Galaga! Thought we wouldn’t notice but we did!” *they later show the guy playing Galaga*

~ “How does Fury see these?” “He turns.” “Sounds exhausting”

~ “When did you become an expert in thermonuclear astrophysics?” “Last night”

~ *Tony and Bruce geeking out over science*

~ “Are you nuts?” “Jury’s out”

~ “Is everything a joke to you?” “Funny thing”

~ *Tony supporting Bruce by offering blueberries*

~ “The Stark tower? That big ugly-” *Tony’s face* “building in the sky?”

~ “Followings not really my style?” “And you’re all about style?” “Of the people in this room who is 1) wear a spangly outfit and 2) not of use?”

~ *Ancient powerful deity trying to describe what a Bilgesnipe is to a mortal*

~ “How is this now about me?” “I’m sorry isn’t everything”

~ “Big man in a suit of armor. Take that off and what are you?” “Genius billionaire playboy philanthropist”

~ *Tony and Steve arguing* “Put on the suit” “I’m not afraid to hit an old man”

~ *SHIELD gets attacked* “Put on the suit” “Yep”

~ “Is the sun coming up? Then put it on the left dumbass”

~ “It seems to work on some form of electricity” *I should’ve stayed in the ice*

~ *Tony speaking Science TM* “Speak English!”

~ “Target angry! TARGET ANGRY!!!!!!”

~ “Are you ever not going to fall for that?”

~ *After blasting Loki* “So that’s what it does”

~ *Master assassins who bite each other*

~ *Thor vs Windows episode 2*

~ “Cap hit the lever” “I need a minute here!” “LEVER!!! NOW!!!”

~ “Uh oh I’m fucked”

~ “Are you an alien?” “No” “Well then son, you’ve got a condition”

~ “Hey you guys aren’t authorized to be in he-” “Son, just don’t”

~ “Please tell me you’re going to appeal to my humanity” “Actually I’m planning on threatening”

~ *Tony very calmly “threatening” Loki*

~ “I have an army” “We have a Hulk”

~ “This usually works” “Well performance issues. It’s not uncommon 1 out of 5-” YEET

~ “And there one other person you pissed off. His name is Phil”

~ “Right. Army”

~ *Steve trying to stay safe in the jet as it falls to the ground* *I SHOULD’VE STAYED IN THE FUCKING ICE*

~ “Stark are you seeing this?” “Seeing. Still working on believing”

~ “You think you can hold them off?” “Captain, it would be my genuine pleasure”

~ “Just like Budapest all over again” “You and I remember Budapest very differently”

~ “Why the hell should I take orders from you?” *Cause I’m a fucking badass that why*

~ “Welp. We got his attention. What the hell is step 2?”

~ “So. This all seems horrible”

~ “I’m bringing the party to you” “I don’t see how that’s a party”

~ “That’s my secret cap. I’m always angry” *honestly tho Mood TM*

~ “Better clench up Legolas”

~ “And Hulk. Smash”

~ *Hawkeye not looking where he’s shooting and still hitting his mark*

~ “Well Thor’s taking down a squadron on 6th” “And he didn’t invite me”

~ *Hulk punching Thor out of the frame*

~ *Steve hiding his whole body behind his shield*

~ “I recognize that the council has made a decision but given that it’s a stupid ass decision I have elected to ignore it”

~ “Nat what the fuck are you doing?”

~ *Loki catches the arrow like a Badass TM but it still blows up in his face anyways cause Hawkeye is also a Badass TM*

~ “I am a god you dull creature and I will not be bullied by a-“ *gets smacked around like a rag doll*

~ “Puny god”

~ *Moans* (NOT LIKE THAT GET Y’ALL’S HEADS OUTTA THE GUTTER!!)

~ “Jarvis. You ever hear the tale of Jonah?” “I wouldn’t consider him a role model”

~ *ITS SHWARMA!!!! In the back ground!*

~ “You ready for another bout?” “What you gettin sleepy?”

~ *Hulk roaring to wake up Tony* “What the hell?”

~ “What just happened? Please tell me nobody kissed me!”

~ “Lets just not come in tomorrow. Let’s just take a day. You ever tried shwarma? There’s a shwarma place three blocks away. I don’t know what it is but I wanna try it.”

~ “If it’s all the same to you, I’ll have that drink now” *Tony smirking*

~ “Superhero’s in New York? Give me a break!”

~ *The Shwarma scene*

~ *Tony realizing he was scared back to life by the man on his left*

~ *Steve nodding off like the senior citizen he is*

~ *Thor eating literally everything on his plate*

~ *Clint and Natasha taking up each others personal space*

Alright some side thoughts. First of all, there’s no humor in the opening scene when Loki is stealing the Tesseract. I find this interesting as I see no reason for there not to be humor. Not complaining, just wondering.

Also, just like with Thor 1 & 2, there’s little to no humor when Thor and Loki are arguing. Whether it’s wen Thor breaks Loki out fo the jet after Stuttgart or when Thor and Loki are fighting on the Stark Tower, there’s barely any humor, if there’s even any humor at all.