#they have year recaps go back and watch how good it was

[misa-chan13]

I am so looking forward to next week no more political ads no more stressing about the results just whatevers coming being here and that's that

The bit inbetween is when he says about how chicago has the strictest gun laws and it doesn't work

This is the 20 most dangerous cities as of apr 2024 i looked it up to see where chicago lands it's not on there

Imagine that

You can look up the full clip i found it on someone's yt video showing the full thing and saying how it's being twisted cause they didn't add in that people need guns for protection if you live in the rural areas or dangerous cities etc I've lived in both and i don't own a gun i never felt the need to get one honestly if i did I'd be in more danger with it then without due to 2 reasons 1. I'm extremely suicidal on a good day and 2. Im extremely angry and homicidal on a bad day I'm one of the people that shouldn't have access to guns because im mentally unstable and thats why i don't that doesn't mean i couldn't fake it and get one and i know it would probably be pretty easy they need responsible gun owners and responsible gun laws yes you should have a option to protect yourself and have one if you need it but it doesn't need to be an ak 47 or anything similar I'm not familiar with a lot of guns so input any in which you could take out a crowd of people easily that many bullets does not taste good in deer i know that

Sorry about the rant im stressed and i want this shit to be over

[julzrulz]

Midoriya learns urinal etiquette

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NSFW WARNING 18+

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LMAOOOO IVE BEEN GONE FOR 3 YEARS missed yall<33

Shessss backkkkkkkkk -sexy red

Anyway how is everyone? How’s tumblr doing? we still give af abt mha smut?

I hope y’all do bc I’m coming back to all my drafts and I had some good stuff!! this one’s kinda funnn! Lmk how we feel abt it ofc apologies for any spelling and grammar errors she’s rusty as hell

Male bodied reader!! I asked for a dick for Christmas and didn’t get one sad face emoji

Anyway, following deku to the bathroom and giving him a “hand” at the urinal oops

Rating: R (Restricted, 18 and Up permitted, sexual content)

Pairings: Sub! Deku x Dom! Masc! Reader

CW: Smut, handjob (character recieveing), lowkey piss (?) sorry not sorry, publicish, kinda pushy reader but deku likes it, pet names, no aftercare, humiliation

Notes: Gender neutral pronouns, male bodied reader, characters aged up to 3rd years 18+

You and izuku have been hooking up for quite a while now and of course his only ask from you when you guys started this whole thing was to not tell anyone. Bummer. You would love nothing more than for the entire school to see just what you do to the popular, shy, but strong third year.

The way you can make him come so undone beneath you, how much of a whimpering mess he can be. It’s quite beautiful really. He’s not so shy when he’s with you, if he was you wouldn’t have discovered just how flexible this boy was— you’re thoughts are broken when Aizawa finally shuts off that stupid hero documentary that was playing for the last hour. It supposedly was very important but you’ve been staring at a particular greenette the entire time.

He must’ve been the biggest fan of the doc Aizawa played, in fact, he was probably the only one who paid attention. You couldn’t stop watching how his feet were bouncing underneath his desk— cute, was he doing that because he was excited from the documentary? Usually you’re the only one able to get him that excited. No… he’s also hunched over and alittle squirmy? You can see how he’s grabbing at the desk too… weird what’s he thinking right now?.

Izuku’s hand shoots straight up as soon as there’s a break in Aizawa’s recap about the film we just watched. Aizawa, in the most mono tone voice “Yes Midoryia?”

Izuku quickly asks if he can use the bathroom. Oh you get it now he must’ve been holding it the entire doc to be so desperate. It’s almost—hot.

Of course izuku is still the only person who raises his hand for this kind of thing. Aizawa has made it pretty clear as third years we can just leave to go relieve ourselves.

With a sigh and reminder that he doesn’t need to hear about it, Aizawa dismisses izuku.

You don’t normally follow izuku to the bathroom, infact you never have before. But maybe all the day dreaming you were doing during the documentary has made you quite excited. And maybe there’s a little less blood in ur head. And maybe now the room is too hot and your pants are too tight. Before you know it you’re out of ur chair and in the hallway walking to the direction of the nearest bathroom.

When you walk in you can see izuku standing at one of the urinal stalls with his back towards you. After a bit of shuffling from izuku you start to hear the sound of trickling liquid on porcelain. With a slight sigh he throws his head back— obviously quite pleased with his release. Those two movements are very familiar to you… but normally caused by a very different type of release.

One quick scan of the bathroom being dead empty and you’re walking up to izuku. The back of his head hits your chest and you instinctively grab his waist and pull it towards you.

“What the-mHUH?” Izuku tenses and looks all the way up to see your face peering down at him. His face is red and he shuffles slightly obviously to try and cover himself, however with his dick in his hands and the stream of piss still steady— it’s not working out for him.

“Hey” you say with a smirk, it’s funny really he’s such a strong and talented hero but he’s so small underneath you.

“I—I I’m kinda busy y/n” he says voice quiet and wavering. He sounds unsure, confused, and very very very flustered.

“Relax would you… nothing I haven’t seen before” you’re lying, kinda, you’ve very much seen every inch of him but definitely not pissing. You can feel the humiliation radiating off of him while he squirms in ur grasp. You bury you nose in his hair, intoxicating his sent. God you love that smell, your breaths become deeper and you pull his hips so his ass backs up into you.

You hear a quiet whine escape him and you let out quite the huff. He already knows you’re as stiff as a rock, for *some* reason you always are around him. But he’s definitely confused how him being at a urinal is helping this any.

You slowly grind against his ass, there are many of layers of fabric in between you too but that doesn’t seem to faze you much.

“R-really you couldn’t wait untill later… what’s coming over y-you?” He’s a stuttering babbling mess, still shuffling in place and swapping glances between you, his dick sitting heavy in his hands and the bathroom door. He’s nervous about being so public— this is definitely a strange view, he wouldn’t be able to explain it away at all. And embarrassed is an understatement, this shy green haired boy definitely never wanted to see the day he’s watched so intensely while pissing and to make it worse he can’t seem to stop. He had to go so so bad.

He couldn’t be more humiliated while ur eyes seemed to be locked on him relieving himself. Your dick is twitching in your pants seeing how humiliated the boy is, face red and eyes wet and beaty.

His whirthing and whining comes to a screeching hault and he lets out a sharp gasp when your hand slowly warps around his.

“Y/n whyyy— p-please not now” izuku whines under his breath, eyes darting to the bathroom door. His dick is hot and firm from the strength of his stream. This you can confidently say you’ve never done before.

There’s no one there, you know there will be no one there, it’s the middle of class and around this stressful time of year people who have any sense stay in their seat.

After what seems like an eternity his stream starts to trickle to a stop. Both of your breaths are heavy and you can tell izuku is trying very hard to distract himself from your hand wrapped around his. That and the grinding you’re doing from behind.

“Okay w-we can go now” He’s quick to try to let go but you react by griping him tighter.

“-ngh” it’s hard to keep his mind off anything now with the grip you have on him. You can feel his legs get weak. With a particular hard thrust from you he stumbles forward, using both his hands to grip to the sides of the urinal to stop him from falling anymore forward. With one of your hands still tight on the hip the other starts to make teasing touches at his growing erection.

You give him a little squeeze and a drop of urine leaks out from his slit. You’re quick to use that little moisture while you slowly start to fist his length. It’s not perfect but you know it won’t be long until he leaks enough pre to replace it.

“Ugh- f-ffuck y/n” the boy whimpers hands still glued at opposite ends of the urinal. His slightly bent over position isn’t helping him any if he wants to stop, your rock hard length still grinding against his clothed ass.

“Y/n I wanna go back to class please” his voice is wavering it’s so cute he’s trying so hard to be quiet. “W-what if someon-nnghh walks in”

“Shhh izuku relax baby” you plant open mouthed kisses all over the back of his neck, your grinding not stopping for a second and neither is your pumping. The pet name makes his face red. You speed up the pace and it pulls a loud gasp from izuku.

“Ff-fughh mmhf” your pace is ruthless and the poor boy is practically shaking underneath you. The hand on his hip reaches up and pulls hard on his hair throwing his head back. His mouth is hung open pouring out all sorts of desperate noises. Your mouth finally leaves his neck and you lick a stripe up to his ear.

“Yea, you like that don’t you?” your deep raspy voice whispers in his ear in between grunts.

“Hhgff” is all izuku makes out. You give him a squeeze and he squeaks in response.

“Use your words” your breath is hot on izukus neck and it’s almost dizzying to the boy beneath you.

“Y-yes yes I like it nghh” izuku is almost drooling, your pace is ruthless, hand wet and sticky from his precum. You’re boxing him into the little stall, so big around him that no one would even notice he was here if they did walk in.

“And you wanted to go back to class… pft— you’re so easy izuku” you taunt. Izuku’s eyes close head still thrown back looking up at you. Sweat starts to form on the boys forehead. You let go of his green locs and slip ur arm underneath his UA uniform shirt.

“I bet you would’ve just let anyone come up behind you huh?” Your fingers trace up his torso until you meet his small hard nipples, pinching and playing with them between your fingers. He whines at both your comment and action. You’re special to him, you know that. There’s no way no one is as close to this boy as you are even if no body but the two of you know it.

He’s practically mewling now, desperate moans, gasps, and whines progressively getting louder filling this empty bathroom. You’re so good to him. So rough at just the right times. You’ve mastered his body and know exactly how to play within his limits.

“Y/n— nghh I- you feel so good oh god” Izuku’s head falls forward leaning against the cold bathroom tiled wall. His grip never wavering from the sides of the urinal below him fearing his knees might give out.

“You gonna cum baby? Huh? Aren’t you supposed to be in class… Tsk tsk” you can help your teasing “Aizawa is probably so confused where such a good student has been for the last 10 minutes” izuku responds with a drawn out whine… he loves when you call him that.

“I- oh oh shit y/n— nghhhh mph I’m-” with a long and loud drawn out moan Izuku’s whole body shakes and convulses.

Izuku cums and cums hard splurting all over the porcelain urinal beneath him. You’re careful to angle his dick towards it to not leave any evidence on his clothing.

His dick twitches sporadically as you continue to pump his length, god he’s cumming so much. You ring a few careful circles around his nipple before releasing it and tracing your hand back down to his hip. Pumping the last of Izuku’s cum from his abused dick you let go of him.

Izuku lets out a sharp inhale when your hand leaves him, only for it to be silenced when you bring your hand towards his mouth. He knows what that means, you’ve trained him well and he’s so good for you.

He starts to slowly lick at your hand and fingers cleaning it as good as he can.

You look down at your own length straining against your pants against Izuku’s clothed behind. With a small grind of your hips you let out a strained grunt.

“Y-y/n?” You can hear the nervousness in his voice you know what he’s thinking, are you sure more?… No, not now, you both have already been here long enough.

“Just wait until tonight” you say with a huff and a sly tone to your voice. You’re gonna ruin him for riling you up. Removing your hands and taking a step back from the smaller boy. With a swift spank on his ass you turn and walk out of the bathroom. Izuku gasps with the force of your hand and whimpers at the loss of your warmth, still coming down from his high.

A quick fix of your stiff manhood makes your raging boner less obvious as you walk back to class. Leaving a sweaty and spent izuku huffing and puffing in the urinal stall, feeling so blissed out and used.

*flush <3*

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰! 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐲!

( ˘ ³˘)♥

[h-ngm-nssluttt]

Deployment Birth

Jake Seresin One Shot

Pov: jake misses the birth of your baby while on deployment but the Dagger Squad makes sure they help you along the way.

The old saying goes ‘When you know you know’ and that was the truth for Jake Seresin. The moment he met Hazel it’s like the stars in his universe aligned as sappy as that sounds, but there was just something about her that made him simply… know.

When Hazel moved to North Island the last thing on her mind was finding someone to be in a relationship with but the universe on that one fateful night at the hard deck when she met up with her childhood friend Natasha Trace had other plans. Hazel wasn’t sure if it was the Southern drawl or the million dollar smile or maybe even the captivatingly gorgeous green eyes that stared deeply into hers like she was the only one in the room even though they were surrounded by the many patrons of the Hard Deck on a Saturday night, but Jake Seresin stole her heart that night whether she realized it right away or not.

The usual cocky, egotistical, womanizer Aviator everyone was used to had changed faster than they could blink. Cocky attitude was replaced with sweet nothings and compliments. Flowers on a random Tuesday just because and coffee runs on his lunch just so he could see you for 10 minutes. Jake Seresin was in love and he was in it deep.

They moved in together after dating for 9 months. She brought warmth and life to Jake's boring beige apartment which he loved. He loved the throw pillows that now adorned his couch, the scented candles that seemed to be in each room. The pictures that now hung on the walls, he loved it all. The engagement followed suit after a year and a half of dating and the wedding wasn’t too far behind. It felt like a whirlwind romance to everyone around them but they just simply knew. They were each other’s person, made for each other by the gods above so why waste anytime when you just simply know.

Hazel was not used to having a partner that actually put in effort. When they say “if he wanted to he would” Jake always wanted to. The smallest of things like doing the dishes, getting her shower ready to just the right temperature that he knew she liked. Having a glass of wine and her book ready for her on the coffee table after a long day of work so she could relax while he sat on the couch with her watching a muted tv with sports recaps on it just to spend time with her. He wanted it all. At first it scared her, but once she realized that Jake wasn’t like her past relationships she was in deep too.

2.5 years in a new journey was about to begin.

She stood in the bathroom staring at the test on the counter. 2 dark pink lines staring right back at her. She wasn’t convinced at first but the 5 tests she took told her otherwise, all showing the same result. She was pregnant. They were going to have a baby. She was growing something half Jake and Half her. She honestly couldn’t believe it. They weren’t actively trying but they decided that if it happened then so be it, and honestly, she couldn’t believe it happened.

The next week was spent going to the doctor’s office just to confirm that she was 100% pregnant (which she was). 5 weeks to be exact. Once she realized it was without a doubt positive she began trying to come up with a creative way to tell Jake.

She stood over the box on the kitchen island making sure it was perfect one more time before gently closing the lid just as she heard the door of Jake's truck close from outside their apartment. Hazel acted like she was busy tidying up the kitchen counter when she heard his boots thud across the hardwood floor as a hand wrapped around her waist from behind and a gentle kiss was placed to the top of her head.

“Hey sweetheart. How was your day?” I smiled as I turned around and faced Jake as I gently wrapped my arms around his neck

“It was good. Busy. How about you?” Jakes smile widened as he looked down at me

“Long and tiring. Was flying from the moment I got on base till it was time to leave”

“Sounds like it’s going to be relaxing on the couch and takeout kind of night?” He smiles as he leans down and places a soft kiss to my lips

“its like you read my mind sweetheart”

I smile as he removes his arm from around my waist and walks across the kitchen. I admire how good he looks in his khaki uniform. He always looks so good. It almost has to be a sin for someone to look that good. He stops at the sight of the box on the kitchen island

“What's this?”

“Just a little something for you” I smile as he looks at me almost confused as he looks back down at the box

“I’m not forgetting something am i?”

“no..go ahead and open it up”

I smile as I watch him look between the box and myself a few more times before slowly grabbing the lid and opening the box as I lean against the kitchen island, my eyes never leaving his face as he looks at the contents of the box. His hands grip the sides of the box as he intently stares at the small pair of aviator sunglasses and a small onesie that says “daddy’s wingman” with a jet underneath it. He quickly looks up at me and back down at the contents of the box multiple times before looking at me.

“are… are you. you’re”

I smile widely as I look at him nodding my head yes as he tries to form a complete sentence. Before I could even get a word out he closes the distance between us as he rounds the corner of the island and cradles my face in his hands as he stares into my eyes and quietly whispers

“we’re having a baby?”

“were having a baby” He leans down and places a soft but passionate kiss to my lips, resting his forehead against mine as he looks into my eyes

“I can’t believe this…. Were… were going to have a baby…”

I smile as I gently place my hands on his shoulders as he moves his hands to my waist as we stand there in the kitchen together. The smile never leaves his face as he slowly kneels down in front of me and rests his forehead against my stomach as he quietly whispers something I can’t fully make out to my stomach. Excitement settling between the two of us as the realization that our greatest adventure together was about to begin in a short 9 months.

They say pregnancy is supposed to be a happy time in a couple’s life… and I suppose that’s true if your husband is not in the military. Nothing can ruin the happiness of a pregnancy like the word ‘deployment’… a 6-month deployment at that. 6 months which happens to be the amount of time that I have left in my pregnancy. 6 months that will be cutting it close to the due date of our baby, if the baby comes on time that is. 6 months of experiencing everything alone. 6 months of sending updates and pictures through letters as often as we can send them. 6 months and the chance that Jake will miss the birth of our baby…

Jake, Payback and Fanboy got the orders a week ago and they leave in 2 days. Those two days were spent barely leaving our bed. Jake's hand never leaves my stomach, caressing the very small baby bump that has formed. Two days of him talking to our baby telling them that they had to wait for him to come home before coming into the world.

“Everyone says that the first baby comes late as long as everything goes well”

I lay there running my fingers through jakes hair as he rests his forehead against my bare stomach running his thumb against the small bump

“I really hope they are right… I can’t miss this.. I just..” he sighs as he places a kiss to my stomach

“I just really need you to wait for daddy to get home… just hang on tight in there for me please”

“We will do our best honey”

The send off was a crying fest. Natasha had to drive me home and ended up spending the night to make sure I was okay. The Dagger squad tried to make this deployment as easy as possible on me as they could. Every Monday Bob came over for dinner. On Tuesdays Bradley and I went grocery shopping together to ensure I didn’t have to lift anything on my own. Wednesdays Natasha and I went to a yoga class. Thursdays Javi came over and mowed the lawn and helped with anything I needed done, and on Friday’s we all went out for dinner and ended the night at the Hard Deck together where I would sit and sip on water while we all went on with our lives. Well they went on with their lives like normal. I felt like I was on autopilot going through the motions each day.

Penny went with me to all of my dr. appointments and has been giving me some parenting advice here and there from when she had Amelia. Everyone made sure I wasn’t alone even though I felt like I was a majority of the time. I made sure to take video’s of our appointments so he can see them when he returns home. The sound of the baby’s heartbeat, the black and white screen showing our little baby moving around.

Every Monday I wrote Jake a new letter with a picture to show how much my belly was growing. With each letter I felt like my heart broke more and more. Each letter included something new about my pregnancy, like how I went to the appointment to find out the gender but refused to know what the baby was until Jake was home. Another one was about how I felt that baby kick for the first time. Another was how hard it was starting to get comfortable because my stomach was so big I could only fit in Jake's shirts anymore and waddle around like a penguin.

Another letter was simply just a list of names for either gender that we liked, eventually deciding on a name for either or that we felt would fit perfectly for our baby.

Each letter was met with a response about how he wishes he was there to experience everything with me. How guilty he feels that he is missing everything and the dreaded line of ‘I still don’t have an exact date as to when I will be home’ that one gets me every time and usually brings me to tears as it feels like the closer and closer I get to our due date that the reality of me having to do this alone is become more and more real as each day passes. And being 4 weeks away from our due date really made that fear a reality.

Each day this week I texted everyone the same excuse ‘you won’t need to come over today. I’m not feeling well. Super tired’. In reality I laid in our bed snuggled into one of jakes sweatshirts clutching onto his pillow as I laid their and slept and cried all week long. Friday night rolled around and I was laying in bed watching some crappy reality show when I heard footsteps and saw Bob, Natasha, Bradley and Javi standing in my hallway. Natasha walked into the room and knelt down by the side of my bed as I looked at her with my tired and red rimmed eyes

“We pieced it all together when we got to dinner tonight. You aren’t sick”

“I mean I am sick.. I’m sick of this deployment…” and that’s all it took before the tears started flowing again as Natasha tried to console me.

“I’m so scared… Each day passes and it becomes more and more real that…. That he’s not going to be here… I’m going to be doing this alone… I can’t do this alone.. I .. he … I can’t”

After crying for a solid hour, I fell asleep as Natasha sat on the bed with me trying to calm me down. Bob, Bradly and Javi cleaned up the apartment and went to the store to ensure I had enough food in the apartment for next 2 weeks and picked up dinner from my favorite Chinese place to try and cheer me up.

We spent the rest of Friday night all crowded in Jake and I’s bedroom. Natasha and Bradley crammed onto the bed with me while Javi and Bob settled onto the floor by the bed. If it wasn’t for this group of friends right here I honestly don’t think I would have made it through this.

The week of the baby’s due date approached fast and Natasha refused to let me be alone. She took up residency on the couch in case I needed anything or god forbid the baby decided to come. This week felt agonizingly slow. Like my body knew it needed to hold on but unfortunately it had other plans. 3 days before our due date I was standing in the kitchen making myself breakfast when I felt it… my water broke. I stood there with wide eyes and I stared at Natasha who was sitting at the kitchen island. It didn’t take long for the tears to cascade down my cheeks as I realized this was it… I silently cursed my body for not holding on longer to even give the slightest chance that Jake could have made it home in time.

72 hours of intense labor later and the Dagger squad crammed into a tiny hospital room, Sonny Amelia Seresin made her appearance and my god did she look just like her daddy, green eyes and all. After a brief hospital stay we made it home and two weeks later we got the call that Jake would be coming home.

The Dagger squad and I made our way to the dock to welcome Jake, Reuben and Jay home. Sonny was curled up against my chest as I stood there frantically searching through the sea of people just trying to catch a glimpse of that familiar head of sandy blonde hair and green eyes. Natasha placed her hand on my shoulder and pointed and as soon as I followed the direction her finger was pointing I saw him. The instant our eyes met it felt like the first night we met all over again. It was like we were the only two there even though there were hundreds of people there. His eyes drifted to the tiny bundle curled up against my chest and I could see the tears from here. It’s like the world was moving in slow motion as he made his way to us. The second he made it to us one hand was placed on my waist the other on my cheek as he leaned down and placed a kiss on my lips as his tears fell on to my cheeks. I love you whispered between the two of us before he pulled back and gently removed his hand from my cheek and gently ran a finger over his daughters’ tiny cheek and ran his hand gently over her tiny tuft of sandy blonde hair on her head. The second she was in his arms he placed a small kiss to her forehead as she snuggled into his chest and greeted his daughter for the first time with tears in his eyes.

“Hi my Sonny girl… Daddy loves you so so much”

Those words were the beginning of our new adventure together. A deployment may have gotten in the way but everything fell right back into place the second our eyes met when he got off that carrier. The stars in our universe aligned again and you could tell Jake Seresin was in love and he was in it deep with the way he looked down at his baby girl.

[kitnita]

Hi I hope this isn't a dumb question but I'm a new Stars fan (This is actually my first time watching the hockey season) and I was wondering what the "We're not going home" phase is from and why did some people here got emotional when Khudobin said it during our home game on Tuesday

hi!!! there are no dumb questions!!!! the phrase came out of the 2020 bubble playoffs which, wild as it is to realize, were nearly five years ago 😭 so even if you'd been watching for a couple seasons it's the kind of thing that you might've missed anyway!!!!!

technically (& i didn't even fully remember this!) the stars using 'we're not going home' as a rallying cry in the bubble didn't even originate with dobby!!! joel kiviranta said it first, after the stars beat colorado in game seven of the second round thanks to his overtime game-winning hat-trick goal.

the stars' player of the game token at the time was a chain with a big dallas logo in it; a long-haired roope rightfully handed it over to kivi, the room called for him to give a speech, and in response kivi said, 'fuckin' right. we're not going home!'

it became associated with dobby when he was given the player of the game token after the stars beat vegas in game five of the WCF, and succinctly said, 'WE'RE NOT GOING HOME!' before putting the chain on.

all the love to kivi but dobby just said it with a little more panache!! he'd presumably had more time to think on how he wanted to use the phrase!!! also, as you may or may not know, espn+ had a series called quest for the stanley cup for a couple of seasons (it looks like 2023 was the last, maybe because the amazon documentary series kind of took over last season? who knows) & the title of the fourth episode was 'we're not going home' & featured dobby's use of the phrase as a closer to its coverage of that series, which i think helped cement it as dobby's in general hockey media. sorry kivi. we will always have 'joel fucking kiviranta' though!

anyway. all that to say, it was very nostalgic to hear dobby say it on tuesday!!!!!! it's such a Bubble Playoffs Phrase because it just .......... wouldn't really make sense as a rallying cry any other year. eliminated teams in 2020 left the bubble pretty immediately after getting eliminated so everyone could go home & go back to quarantining and waiting to hear what the league's plan was to return to play for the next season.

obviously most of the time, getting to go home during the playoffs is a good thing!! it's part of why teams want home ice advantage so much!!!

2020 flipped everything on its head though & turned being stuck in a hotel in edmonton for that much longer into a good thing. 'we're not going home' essentially just meant 'we're moving on to the next round' but it sounds so much cooler. dobby saying it on tuesday didn't literally mean 'we're not going home' so much as it meant 'we're moving on,' except that he was a game early so once more: can he please come back on saturday?? for the vibes???

i really wish i could easily put footnotes into a tumblr post but here are some sources:

rmnb put out an article about dobby saying 'we're not going home!' because andrej sekera referred to him as the russian machine, which is ovi's nickname. this was super useful in sourcing the vidoes of kivi & dobby saying the phrase from the stars twitter so shoutout to them.

espn did a recap article about the 'we're not going home' episode of quest for the stanley cup, which is kind of fun as an artifact now because pete was vegas' coach when dallas beat them! which i Knew but had like. kind of forgotten. 'Apparently DeBoer greeted every Stars player with "go win it" after they eliminated Vegas in the Western Conference finals.' pete can you somehow bring this energy back but in the locker room this time & with some extra juice. please pete i'm begging.

[c0sm1c-c01nc1dence]

Red

✧ Pairing: Hunter x human!reader ✧

✧ Content/warnings: Soulmate AU, takes place during season 3, use of the word ‘damn’ once, the title is bland and I’m sorry, Hunter and the reader are both dorks, first post on here!! ✧

The “rules” for soulmates, as it were, were pretty straightforward. You see everything in the color of your soulmates eyes. Once you make eye contact with them you can see in full, proper colors. Seems simple enough, doesn’t it? Well, not for you, it wasn’t.

You, for the past sixteen or so years of your life, had been seeing nothing but red. Different shades, thank god, but red nonetheless. And to be frank, you were getting pretty damn fed up with it. The thing is that no one naturally has red eyes. And you would know; you’ve googled it maybe a thousand times already.

So you were fairly certain you didn’t have a soulmate, and this was all some cruel joke from the universe. But life marches on, so there’s no time to dwell on that, is there?

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Another day at Gravesfield’s high school, bland as ever. At least until you caught a glance at your friend Luz. Rather, former friend. She’d been acting weird ever since she came back from that ‘reality check’ camp. And not standard Luz weird, no— she’d been avoiding you since then. Acting like she didn’t know you at all whenever you approached her, not to mention her sudden lack of interest in anything she used to like. The Good Witch Azura books, most notably.

So, needless to say, you were a bit surprised at her new look. Curly hair, a new scar over her eyebrow, and a general air of seasonal depression about her. Even though your recent interactions hadn’t gone so smoothly, you couldn’t help but ask. You were still allowed to care about her.

“Luz?” You called out from down the school hallway. She turned her head in your direction, and you could practically see the stars in her eyes when she saw you. She ran towards you, almost tackling you in a hug. Stumbling backwards, you hesitantly returned the gesture. “Good to see you too?” You awkwardly pat her back, unsure of what to do at the moment.

“Y/N, I am so glad to see you! Oh, you have no idea how much I’ve missed you.” She backed away and wiped a small tear from her eye.

“We saw each other yesterday, though?” You chuckled, still perplexed by this whole situation. “Seriously, what’s going on? You’re kinda acting like you just came back from war right now.” Her face fell slightly, but her smile quickly returned.

“Meet me at my house once school’s done, ok? I have… a lot to tell you.” You nodded, and watched her just walk away casually after that interaction.

“Cool. Good talk, I guess?”

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“So, if I’m following,” You began, now in the Noceda family’s living room. “You didn’t go to summer camp, but instead spent several months in a fantasy world, and the Luz I’ve been interacting with is actually a shape-shifting basilisk.” You pointed to Vee, who nodded shyly. “And in this fantasy world you became a witch, made a bunch of new friends, and got a girlfriend.” You left out the details involving Belos and the Collector, deciding that you didn’t need to recap whatever nonsense was going on there.

“Yeah, actually. You’re handling this surprisingly well.” Luz noted.

“I think I’m still in shock, to be honest.” You laugh a bit in disbelief. You couldn’t begin to comprehend what she’d been through during those months, and you kind of didn’t want to. “So, more importantly, do I get to meet these new people?” You questioned, and her face brightened.

“Of course! They’re upstairs, so let me go get them and I’ll be right back.” You waited downstairs with Vee, exchanging basic small talk. She apologized for the whole ‘impersonating one of your few friends’ thing, which was nice of her. Eventually Luz came back, new friends and girlfriend following behind her.

“Alright! Everyone this is Y/N.” You gave a polite wave, quickly scanning over the group. “Y/N, this is Willow, Gus, Amity, and Hunter.” You got a proper look at all of them as she said their names, your eyes landing on the blond last. Wait a minute, blond?!

As it would turn out, when you made eye contact with Hunter you could suddenly see a lot more colors. He clearly noticed this as well, as a light blush was present on his cheeks and ears. You could feel some heat rise to your own face as well.

“Y/N, is everything okay?” Luz asked, noticing your stunned silence.

“I, uh…” you stumbled over your words like an idiot, still staring at him. Saving what little dignity you had left, your phone dinged from your pocket. Checking the notification, you gave an awkward smile and held it up to the group. “Oh! You know what, that’s my dad. He probably wants me home for dinner!” You put your phone back in your pocket, and began approaching the door. “I’ll see you guys later, okay, bye!”

You got the words out as quickly as you could, and bolted as soon as the door was open. You ran back to your house, face still flushed from embarrassment and being generally flustered, leaving a room full of witches (and one human) awfully confused.

“Hunter, what was that about?” Willow asked, as he still stared at the spot where you once were.

“Um- good question.”

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Later that day, Hunter knocked on the door to Luz’s bedroom.

“Come in.” She said idly, distracted by whatever she had been playing on her Switch. He entered her room, hands anxiously fidgeting at his sides. There wasn’t a particularly easy way to say this, so he just bit the bullet.

“So, you know the whole thing with your soulmate, and how you’ll only see in their eye color until you make eye contact?”

“Yeah?” She encouraged, curiosity evident in her tone.

“Well, it’s possible that maybe, perhaps, Y/Nismysoulmate.”

“What?!” She immediately paused her game, and whipped around to face him. “Really?! Tell me everything!” She sat on the ground and patted the spot next to her, encouraging him to sit down. He did so, face red from having to explain the whole ordeal.

“There’s nothing to tell! I used to only see e/c, I looked at them, now I can see every color, and they— I always thought your hair was black, by the way— and they just ran away!” As Luz sat and processed this information, Hunter continued thinking out loud. “Did they not like me or something? Is it because I’m from the Boiling Isles?” He questioned, grabbing the pointed tips of his ears. Cutting his rambling short, Luz spoke up.

“No, I don’t think so. They were always interested in fantasy like I was. Maybe they were just a bit overwhelmed?” She suggested. He sighed.

“I guess that could have been it.” He said, though the anxiety was still clear on his face.

“Hey, how about I try to get them to come over this weekend? You guys can talk about it then.” He nodded, and watched her grab her phone to message you. Titan, he hoped she was right about this.

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A few days had gone by since the whole incident with Hunter. You had been avoiding him since then, though you honestly weren’t sure why. If you had to, though, you’d say it was probably out of shock. I mean, you were convinced you didn’t have a soulmate for years. And now this incredibly good-looking boy comes in from another realm, and he’s supposedly perfect for you? It’s absurd!

Though it was also worry. How would a relationship between the two of you even work out? He’d have to go home eventually, and you probably couldn’t come with him. Maybe he wouldn’t even like you after the way you left the other day, and he’d reject you before you even had a chance. That’d put a quick and easy end to all this.

You’d been really sick of the color red these past couple days. You usually were, but now it was for an entirely different reason.

Though you couldn’t avoid your problems forever, despite your best efforts. Luz had invited you over for a board game night to celebrate the two of you reuniting. And, well… who were you to say no?

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The day finally came, and it had been going relatively well so far. No one else seemed to know what had happened or why you left that first time you came over. Though you and Hunter had been carefully dancing around each other the whole time. It seemed neither of you were equipped to talk about your feelings at the moment. But were you really ever?

Eventually you saw him slip out the front door. With a sigh, you decided to finally face the problem. No use in stalling any more than you already have. After telling Luz that you were going outside for a moment, you stepped out and saw Hunter sitting on the steps leading to the front door. He turned around at the noise, and immediately turned back the other way when he saw it was you. Wordlessly, you sat down next to him. After a moment, he finally broke the silence.

“You look really nice.” You glanced at him, and saw the pink dusting his face. You smiled at the way his blush would spill out onto his ears.

“Thanks, but I’m not really wearing anything special.”

“I know,” He continued, finally meeting your eyes. “I just mean, like- you look nice. You’re really cute.”

“Oh.” You said, quite simply, now blushing a bit as well. You looked at the ground beneath you, pondering how exactly to go about this. “So, this whole ‘soulmate’ thing, huh?”

“Yeah.” Was all he managed. His hands toyed with his pants, still a bit nervous about this whole ordeal. Unable to find the words he wanted, Hunter just looked out at the surrounding neighborhood for a bit. Eventually, though, he said the one thing that was on his mind at the moment. “So… what do we do now?”

“Well, if I may suggest something scandalous?” His blush deepened at your words, but quickly faded as he watched you intertwine your hand with his own.

“Wow, and we’re not even married yet.” He joked. You put your free hand up defensively.

“I know, I know! What can I say, I like to live on the edge.” He laughed, and you silently basked in the sound. You set your eyes on the sky above you, a handful of stars already visible in the late evening’s light. Maybe red isn’t half bad after all.

[theendorisit]

apropos of nothing, I made Tape-E

Who is Tape-E?

During one of the TMA livestreams (trying to remember which one), a fan question was asked ‘Is there a mascot (for the Archives or the show itself not sure)?’ One of the team suggested ‘Tape-y?’, to which everyone else responded with ‘Oh no!!’. So I thought, oh yes! So yeah, this is your fault 😘

What is Tape-E?

As Mr Bonzo is a parody of Mr Blobby, Tape-E is a parody of Clippy (these last two names rhyme).

Who is Clippy?

Clippy was a microsoft office assistant, introduced in 1997. He was a little virtual paperclip (officially called Clippit, but that name never caught on) who sat on the bottom right corner of the page, and was programmed to give advice in popup speech bubbles when certain actions were taken. For example, if you wrote out an address and ‘Dear’, Clippy would say ‘Looks like you’re writing a letter. Would you like help?’. The name Tape-E in the livestream seemed to be referring to Clippy, as there are many similarities in the behaviour of Clippy, and the actual tapes/ tape recorders in-universe:

always on by default

appears at inconvenient times

provides help you do not want

hated by (mostly) everyone

watching you with cold dead eyes

enjoyed by nostalgia and retro seekers

Why make Tape-E?

As I am of the same generation as some of the RQ peeps, I unironically loved Clippy and Mr Blobby as a child, and it gives me great joy to imagine, in the TMP universe, Sam getting a little pop up: ‘Looks like you’re trying to code a case file! Would you like some help with that?’ In our world this would be impossible - Windows NT (as the official name) was dropped in 1996, one year before Clippy was born, BUT there is voice recording on TMP’s ancient computers, so it’s not totally impossible! 😅😁

What are cassette tapes?

Just a little recap for those who didn’t grow up with tapes: Cassette Tapes contain information embedded in magnetic tape, wrapped around one spool and attached to a second spool. When played, the spools are turned by the machine and the magnetic tape is wound onto the other spool, the information read out through speakers as the magnetic tape moves through sensors. As the magnetic tape can contain different information depending on the direction of tape movement, you can flip the cassette tape over in the machine, and play the tape again, hearing another load of information. This concept is never utilised in the show, but it does mean that cassette tapes have A-sides, and B-sides (as Vinyl records do). Here, of course, this stands for Archivist-side, and Brutalpipemurder-side. On occasion, the magnetic tapes would become damaged, or bent, and could be pushed out of the cassette, causing a horrible noise, and terror to small children who were only trying to listen to their Just William tapes. When this happened, a pencil (or in my case, my little finger) could be jammed into the spiky spool ‘teeth’, to rewind the magnetic tape back into the cassette. Maybe that’s why the eyes are red? 🩸 I am very glad that the TMA tapes are magic, and record endlessly, never need flipping, and never get chewed up by the hungry machine.

Why is the name Tape-E?

Canon answer: the name stands for Tape-Eyes. Possibly Tape-Entity? Undecided.

Actual answer: Tape-y, Tapey and Tapie spellings look weird to me. I think Tape-E looks best.

Why a tape and not a tape recorder?

if you can crochet a tape recorder, you’re a genius and I love you.

What gender is Tape-E?

I might refer to Tape-E as male sometimes because that’s how people often referred to Clippy. But Tape-E is whatever gender Tape-E feels like being.

Why now?

Why not? also now is a good time because TMP episode 15 is an excellent episode

What’s going to happen to Tape-E?

I’m going to gift it to Jonny sometime, if we get more liveshows or book signings. It’s his fault this exists after all. Plus you can write whatever you like in the speech bubbles! Hopefully I can give it calmly? But maybe Tape-E will be yeeted in his general direction in a fit of ADHD-fuelled social anxiety. Only time will tell.

Tape-E is a pattern and design created entirely by myself. The inspiration and world building from whence it came, is entirely the genius of @jonnywaistcoat Jonny Sims, Rusty Quill @rqbossman and The Magnus Archives, which is a podcast distributed by Rusty Quill and licensed under a creative commons attribution, non-commercial share alike 4.0 international license.

Clippy was invented by Microsoft and Kevan Atteberry, who now illustrates children’s books.

Mr Blobby is an adorable abomination, created from a fevered mind.

[accio-victuuri]

THANK YOU, FILMMAKER WANG YIBO… 💕🫶🏼

this is a sort of recap post for the huabiao awards and basically a post to celebrate yibo and the amazing actor that he is. i know that we all have mixed feelings about this, and every other nomination that he didn’t win, but it’s important to go back to why we are here and support him. it’s because he is yibo and his works do not disappoint both the fans and the general audience. we already won when we watched those films — whenever that was for you.

we were all holding our breath if he will make it to the red carpet, sadly, he didn’t. that actually went on hs. his schedule was already so tight with the race and flying to qingdao. thankfully, his team took some excellent photos of him and with all the racer 85 related props 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

then as soon as he sat down, he was a bit late to the ceremony too, the host cued him and mentioned his name. he stood up and bowed to the audience. i love the cheers for him!

the award for outstanding actor was early, i guess all of us got nervous and hopeful that he will get it. he didn’t but he was so gracious. he was nodding and clapping. the tag on hs for him is how you can’t lipread what he’s saying. some are guessing that he said that it’s not easy, meaning it’s not easy to win it. and considering he was up against zhang yi, it makes sense.

you probably read about how hard it is to get nominated for this category. this award is given every 2 years. no distinction between supporting and main actor and there are only 2 nominees. just imagine all the eligible movies and actors — but still, yibo was chosen. he is the first post 90s actor to get nominated. and this is technically, within his first year of being a movie actor and releasing his works.

i have no bad blood with zhang yi. he is a well loved actor and what a coincidence that they both posted about each other’s movie before, and now, they ended up being nominated side by side.

yibo recognizes excellence. if anything, i’m sure this makes him want to strive more to be on that level. i’m trying hard to not quote timothee chalamet’s SAG speech here but it fits so well — “ i know we’re in a subjective business, but the truth is I’m really in pursuit of greatness. I know people don’t usually talk like that, but I want to be one of the greats.” and he is on his way to becoming one of the greats. it’s a privilege to watch him grow into that, and i hope we all stay on for years to come and see it happen.

the surprise was how he was actually gonna be onstage. not only that, he was there with zhang ziyi and jackie chan to give a tribute to Chinese Cinema. it makes me proud to see him be the representative of the young generation. because he really is. and he doesn’t even need to pretend and perform to be that — he already is. it comes natural to him.

overall, he was in a good mood. why wouldn’t he? he is attending an event celebrating the movies he worked hard for. tho my favorite is when he smiled like a kid after he presented on stage and how he was interacting with his seat mates — especially Ma Li.

lastly, i’ll talk about some pre-awards chatter. weeks before, people were talking about if yibo would go or not. moreso, if he will be nominated. it’s so ironic cause his antis were babbling about how people that are not invited are blacklisted cause it’s the 120th anniversary celebration. but lo and behold — not only is he attending. all the films he participated in are nominated. he is nominated as best actor. and during the broadcast, he went onstage with jackie chan and zhang ziyi. 😂😂😂😂

it’s the usual song and dance. it’s yibo’s favorite past time. proving his haters wrong.

same thing with them saying he is “banned” because it’s been a while since his last movie project - mermaid. clearly not. tonight’s program showed how he is the movie darling. he is just doing what he said he will be in his past interview, that he wants to experience the world to be able to be better in his craft. i couldn’t get that out of my head when he said it and that explains all his decisions. he is gonna be so selective with his next movie project and i’m excited what he picks next! he’s always had an excellent intuition of what roles will work well and challenge him. the rest can breathe for a while cause he is not coming for their wigs — yet. lol. i have a feeling that as soon as mermaid is out, he is gonna raise the bar again. we just have to wait patiently.

anyway, that’s all. the road ahead is long and we will continue to accompany actor wang yibo! 💪🏼💪🏼💪🏼

[uniquethingtastemaker]

Vil x Reader -- Body Swap Pt 2

Part 1, Part 2

Recap and Summary: You and Vil swapped bodies at the beginning of VDC. After a brutal confrontation in the last part, Vil found himself on the other end of his insensitive behavior. He's left in shambles. You run your first rehearsal, Epel goes on an adventure, and you're determined to pick Vil back up.

Word Count: ~3.5k

Author's Note: It's finally here! I had way too much fun writing Epel's part. I feel like I nailed the emotional scene at the end. I was a concerned about the characterization, but Vil's having a hard time. He'll get more sassy and on his feet later on in the series. Shout out to @solxamber for commenting on some little post I made and reigniting my interest. You have done a deep service for everyone lol. Also comments are always appreciated

Tags: @solxamber @marsinrain @roseapov @kj-turned-pink @knorreine @twistedpink @red1sg0n3 @nimko @l00naverse

You don’t have time to worry about Vil once you leave Ramshackle. You’re on a tight schedule. You use all your brain power to get through the day. By lunch, you have to meditate in Vil’s room to recalibrate. You don’t bother checking out his room other than observing that his bed is soft and comfortable. You almost fall asleep from exhaustion. Thankfully, Rook is your personal alarm clock now. 

You stop an explosion in potions. You scold the offending party, while Crewel praises you. It feels good. By the end of the day, nobody suspects you. You catch the person you’re looking for to help Epel, before slipping away to meditate in peace. By the time practice rolls around, you’re prepared. You hope Epel likes his surprise.

——————

Epel waits in the courtyard. [Y/N] didn’t say who he was meeting. 

“It would be more exciting for it to be a surprise,” they told him.

A face pops up in front of him with a wide grin. Epel yells, jerking back. They’re hanging upside down and have a mess of black hair with a shock of bright pink. The last distinguishing feature is their big, red eyes. Epel does a double take. He knows this person. 

“Hello!” Lilia Vanrogue greets, “Your dorm leader informed me of your situation. I agreed to offer my assistance.” 

Lilia flips around, landing in front of the boy. The Diasomnia vice leader grabs Epel’s hand and tugs him along. 

“I’m going to teach you the advantages of being short!” he declares, looking back with a grin. 

—----------

Epel’s mouth falls to the floor as sparks fly through the air. Green, pink, and blue magic clash lighting the cloudy sky. Epel watches Lilia slip underneath Malleus’ defense to land a shocking blow. Is this what [Y/N] wanted him to see?

“Fa–Lilia used to be much stronger than Malleus,” Silver informs, “This match will probably end in a tie.” 

As soon as he finishes the sentence, Lilia calls out to Malleus. 

“I think that’s enough for today. I have to teach the little one how to fight,” Lilia tells him. 

Malleus hums, stopping his attacks. Lilia skips back over to the half-terrified, half-awed Epel. 

“I’ll be teaching the basic moves, my dear,” the third-year chirps, “Come along, Child of Man.” 

—----------

“How about we test your skills by sparing with Sebek?” Lilia suggests. 

The green-haired boy gasps in offense.

“How can a mere human compare to me?! I’m Malleus’ guard. This pathetic prune is not worth my time!” Sebek refuses.

Epel’s face darkens and his eyes sharpen into a glare. He doesn’t like being taken lightly. He’ll put this cucumber in his place.

“Don’t be such a spoilsport, Sebek. This is good for you. You don’t have any friends,” Lilia tells him, “I’m worried about you.”

Sebek pauses at the statement. He harrumps, crossing his arms.

“I would never want to concern my teacher so I will spar with you, human!” Sebek declares, “You won’t hold a candle to the years of training I’ve had with Lilia!”

The Diasomnia freshman puffs out his chest and struts to the makeshift dueling ground. Lilia dons a mischievous smile. He leans over to Epel. 

“Remember what I taught you,” he whispers. 

Epel gives a sharp nod. He’ll employ Lilia’s suggestions. He has an ability Sebek doesn’t have and Epel will use it to his advantage. 

The Pomefiore student steps into the arena. Lilia counts them down. 

“3, 2, 1, Start!” 

The duel begins. There’s a short flurry of green and purple. Epel ducks and dodges out of the way. His breath quickens as he uses his agility to his advantage. However, his stamina is less than a guard in training. Sebek knocks him off his feet with a well-timed spell. Epel crumples to the floor as the other laughs with triumph. 

“HAHA! I told you, human! You’re no match for me. Do you surrender?” he questions, approaching the lavender-haired boy. 

Epel waits until Sebek is close enough. Then, he pounces. He uses everything he learned growing up as a country boy to tackle his opponent to the ground. Then, he does the unthinkable. Epel sinks his teeth into Sebek’s cheek. 

Sebek screams.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!! THIS IS BLASPHAMY!” he shrieks. 

Epel’s ears ring with the volume. He hears Lilia cackling in the background. He thinks he makes out, “This is hilarious! Can we keep him?” 

Epel rides out the wave, holding on tight. Sebek bucks and thrashes like a bull, but this is the Pomefiore student’s territory. Sebek takes the hint and forfeits. 

“I surrender! I surrender! Just get off me, you cretin!” he cries. 

Epel releases his hold and stands up. He grins at Lilia. The older student clutches onto Malleus, leaning onto him for support. He cries with laughter. 

“How dare you, human! That was a dirty tactic!” Sebek protests, stomping up to the shorter boy. 

It’s hard to take him seriously when he has huge teeth marks on his face. For a moment Epel feels guilty, but then he sees Lilia and doesn’t feel bad anymore. The older fae doubles over, smacking the giant Malleus’ arm. Epel contains a laugh. 

Malleus chuckles, “Come here, Sebek. Let me heal you.” 

Sebek’s jaw drops and his eyes well up with tears. 

“I don’t deserve Waka-sama’s blessing,” he says, choking up. “But I will gladly and gratefully accept it if you offer it.” 

Malleus shakes his head. Before Malleus can snap his fingers, Lilia stops him. 

“Let me—Let me get a photo of this,” he wheezes.

He pulls out his phone, snapping a photo of Sebek scowling alone. He urges Epel to get in the photo. 

“Don’t you want to have a commemorative photo to take to your friends?” Lilia questions, before waving him over to urge Epel. “You have to! Vil would be disappointed if you didn’t show proof of your encounter. This is legendary.” 

As the Pomefiore student steps next to a frowning Sebek, Lilia praises him. 

“Epel, you did a fantastic job!”

Epel beams. 

Afterward, Malleus heals Sebek with a snap of his fingers. Lilia addresses Epel.

“You’re a delight, Child of Man. You’re welcome to train with the boys anytime. They need a little chaos. It’s good training,” Lilia invites, “I believe you’ve learned the perks of being short and dainty. I look forward to seeing you around. Again, please visit us. I haven’t laughed like that in ages.” 

Epel gives a satisfied grin. 

“Thank you. I will,” he answers. 

He’s glad [Y/N] sent him on this adventure. 

—-------------

You leave Vil’s dorm room and catch a few Pomefiore students on your way out. You adjust their uniforms and give them a few stern tips. They take your advice before skittering away. You’ll work on redefining Vil’s character into something more natural for you later. You head to the studio. 

The room is empty when you enter. You set up the equipment and start stretching. Rook appears behind you. 

“Trickster! Your performance today was fantastique! I heard all about your escapades,” he praises. 

You laugh, “Thank you.” 

More people trickle in. Epel is absent, but that’s expected. The only person missing is Vil. You frown. 

“Did Vil skip classes today?” you question the other freshman. 

“Yes,” Deuce replies. 

The others quiet down when the leader of Pomefiore is mentioned. You purse your lips. You’re not surprised. He took a huge blow this morning. There’s no point to drag him here. Vil already feels humiliated. You'll talk to him after rehearsal. 

You gain everyone’s attention and begin rehearsal. 

—------------

Your eyes widen as you stare at Jamil through the mirror. He adds a stylistic flair to part of the footwork. You pause the music from your watch. You give him an intense look. 

“Jamil, do that move again. I wanna see if we can alter the choreography to add that style in,” you explain.

He glances at you, stunned. Jamil regains his composure and repeats the move. You spin around to face him. 

“Jamil, what are your favorite songs to freestyle dance to? I want to watch,” you demand. 

He freezes while Kalim brightens. 

“Jamil, you should do Walkin’ on Water by Stray Kids! (author’s shameless plug. go listen to them. they’re my favorite artists…this is the one song from them where i’m like, yeah, u could probably freestyle dance to this low key lol)” he suggests, “Your breakdancing is fantastic when you dance to that.” 

“Breakdancing?” you question, “You breakdance?”

Jamil hesitates, “Yes, but it’s only a hobby.” 

“We’ve already established you’re a fantastic dancer,” you tell him, “Breakdancing is popular and crowds love it. They also won’t be expecting it from a Vil performance. Do you rap?” 

Jamil does a double take. 

“I… dabble sometimes, but not as much as dancing,” he admits. 

“That’s fine,” you reply, waving him off.

You run to your phone to type a few rap lines from one of your old hits. You send it in the group chat. 

“I want all of you to try your hand at rapping,” you instruct.

You repeating the rhythm several times for them. “You have ten minutes. Then, I want to see it.”

—------------

You sit, reviewing your notes. You address the group.

“Jamil, you’re an all-rounder. You excel in every aspect. I could put you anywhere, but I’m keeping you on vocals because of the team’s composition,” you explain. 

You pause, looking up at him. You fold your hands and lean forward.

You continue, “Jamil, you have proven to be competent in and out of the performing arts. You take directions quickly. You’re diligent, responsible, and reliable. I need help with this production. I have too much on my plate. Out of everyone here, I trust you the most to take my instructions and help the others improve their skills. Would you like to be a team leader?” 

Jamil’s eyes widen with a calculating spark in his eyes. 

“I would be honored,” he agrees. 

You smile back at him. “Thank you. We’ll discuss the details of your responsibilities after rehearsal. I look forward to working with you more closely.” 

Jamil nods with a small smile. It doesn’t go away for the rest of practice. 

“Ace and Deuce will be our rappers. Both of you are strong in that aspect. You work well together, so I plan to have a back-and-forth. It will hype up the audience.” You glance at them with critical eyes. “Jamil will work with you on your tone. It’s a little too biting at the moment.”  

You continue, turning to your vice leader. 

“You’re interesting as always, Le Chasseur D’Amour,” you chuckle, as the man lights up at the name. “You have a distinct mix between singing and rapping. I like it, so I’ll put you somewhere near Epel and my part. I want the Pomefiore trio to stick together.”

“That’s cute!” Kalim coos. 

You pause at the comment before giving a soft smile. “I hope it brings up morale. Plus, I plan to rope Vil into it. He’s the true leader of Pomefiore. He deserves to have support too.” 

The group falls silent.

“I... I thought you hated him,” Kalim comments. 

You tilt your head. 

“No,” you reply, “I feel irritated and annoyed with some of his behaviors, but I don’t hate him. He’s a remarkable individual. However, we all have our vulnerable moments. Vil is no different. He just needs some help learning different life lessons.”

The Scarabia leader nods. 

“I’m glad you care about him. I was worried you’d exclude him,” he voices with a relieved smile.

“I won’t. Vil needs help, not judgment. He’s been through a lot today,” you say before dropping the bad news on the last member. “Kalim, you’ll work with Rook on your demeanor. I don’t know where to put you. The concept for the song is more serious than your usual sunshine nature. Until it’s toned down, I don’t know where to put you.” 

Kalim’s face falls. Jamil perks up.

—————

You text Epel to skip private lessons. You direct him to Rook who will catch him up on what happened. You talk to Jamil, laying out your expectations and your notes for the members. He takes them with ease. It takes a load off your mind. 

When you arrive at Ramshackle, it’s already dark. You sigh, staring at the stars. You have much to do. You need to remix Vil’s song, work on homework, and maintain some of Vil’s strict habits. It’s a lot. 

You glance at the familiar rickety manor you call home. You’re proud of it. You wouldn’t trade it for anything because it’s yours. It’s a place where anyone can come and feel welcome. It’s for the lost souls, but you don’t want to go in yet. Once you walk in, you have to face your reality and responsibilities again. 

It’s wild to think you woke up in Vil’s body this morning. It feels like weeks have passed. You wonder where Vil is. 

A gentle voice comes from behind you. The hunter’s frequent and sudden appearances have become normal. 

“Trickster,” Rook calls out. 

A smile graces your face. You pull yourself away from the sparkling stars. A crisp wind meets your back as you turn to acknowledge him. Rook holds out two Pomefiore dorm uniforms. It’s just the outer robe. His other hand presents a pair of Vil’s tennis shoes. You understand the silent implication. 

“You’re always prepared,” you comment with a tired smile, “I don’t know how to put it on.” 

You take the offered robe and drape it over yourself. Rook busies himself with tying the altered obi for you. You use him as a stand, stabilizing yourself as you change your shoes. Rook hands you the other outfit, before leading you into the tree-line. 

“How long has he been out here?” you question, following him through the dark woods. 

You’re not surprised the vice leader has some form of dark vision. You fish out Vil’s phone, turning on the flashlight. Using a hunting knife, Rook turns to mark a few trees with an X, so you can find your way back.  

“Roi de Poison has retreated into the forêt since the others came back,” he explained. 

You hum in response. The two of you walk in silence. Rook stops. 

“He’s just up ahead,” the hunter discloses. 

You nod, giving your thanks and striding forward. It isn’t far before you stumble across a figure. Vil is curled up with his knees to his chest. He’s facing away from you.  

“Here to mock me?” Vil snips. 

You raise an eyebrow. You sit beside him. He glances at you before resolutely staring forward. You turn off your phone, listening to the music of the night. Crickets chirp. You hear the hoot of an owl. You bask in the quiet nature. 

“Why are you here?” Vil asks. 

His voice edges on the brink of defensive, but you notice he’s holding back from his usual scathing and critical remarks. You glance at him, intrigued. You were right. He’s already changing. He’ll be fine if you give him the right support and direction. 

“I need your help,” you tell him.

Vil tenses and snaps towards you. He reminds you of a hurt and scared animal in this moment in the woods. 

The dorm leader doesn’t immediately answer. He watches you. You’re languid and relaxed. Your vital points are open and unguarded. You lean back on your hands. It leaves your torso vulnerable. Your head is tilted to the side, exposing your neck. There’s a faint smile on your face as you stare back.

“You don’t need my help,” Vil degrades, before spitting. “I’m sure you’re just fine on your own.” 

You raise a tired eyebrow. 

“I made Jamil into a team leader. I can’t do everything by myself, so I’m delegating tasks” you tell him, before poking his chest. “And I need your help too.”  

Vil glares at you. However, you catch a tinge of wariness. It makes you internally perk up. If he’s willing to listen, this will be easier. 

“What do you even need my help for? It seems like you have everything covered,” he counters. 

“I need your help remixing your song,” you tell him. 

He opens his mouth with a terrified and hurt expression. You put up a hand before he can speak. 

“It’s not bad. It’s a wonderful base, but we can make it better,” you reassure, “I have more experience in this area than you. However, you’re the creator. I need your help. If I’m going to alter the song, I want you like it as well.” 

Vil stares at you. He looks away, confused and conflicted. 

“I… I don’t understand why you’re doing this. You humiliated me this morning and now you’re asking for my help,” he replies, scrunching his eyebrows together.

You press a finger against his forehead, smoothing out the wrinkles. He instinctively understands what you’re doing. Vil doesn’t resist, but his eyes are still upset and conflicted. 

“You learned something, right?” you confirm. 

Vil scoffs. 

“Obviously. I was sent into an internal crisis about my identity, how I’ve been acting and affecting people, and how easily I can be replaced. How can I not learn something?” he retorts, growing emotional.

His voice is filled with pain. Vil is on the verge of crying. He buries his head in his knees, humiliated at his feelings and reaction. You slide closer and drape the extra Pomefiore uniform over him. He stiffens but doesn’t look up. You observe him.

He’s never gotten this treatment before. If he has, it’s been too long. Vil’s suppressed his feelings for so long that he had to be broken with the harshest words to get through to him. It wasn’t how you wanted it to be. It was too harsh for your taste. However, you got through to him and that’s what mattered in this moment. You rub his back.

Vil keeps his head on his knees but turns toward you. 

“Why are you doing this?” he questions. 

“Because I believe in you,” you answer honestly. 

He frowns. 

“But you told me how useless I was this morning,” Vil replies. 

“I pointed out your problematic behavior,” you correct, “I never said that I didn’t believe you can’t change. If anything, that’s something you’re rather good at. You always strive to improve yourself. If anyone can do it, it’s you.” 

You wrap an arm around his waist and pull him into you. You press your lips against his temple. 

“Now, put your arms through your sleeve. You’ve been out here since rehearsal ended and that was hours ago,” you insist, “I don’t want you catching a cold.”

Vil slips his arms through the holes. You wrap the cloth tighter around his torso, before placing your hand back around him. The two of you sit in the chilly night for a long time. You feel Vil lean and relax into you. You turn your head to bury your head into his hair. 

“Let’s get you home,” you whisper. 

He hums in agreement. You pull out your phone, turning on the flashlight. Vil doesn’t protest as you slip an arm under his knees. You keep a firm hold on his back as you pick him up. You follow the marks Rook left for you. Walking carefully to not wake him, you emerge from the forest to meet the hunter. 

He gives you two a soft look, before escorting you to Ramshackle. Rook opens the door and ushers you up the stairs. You take Vil into his room. You pause. Your room, you suppose. 

You set Vil down on one side of the bed. You busy yourself with taking off his socks and shoes. Rook assists, plugging both of your phones. He sets your alarm, as you rummage through Vil’s bags. You find the dorm leader’s pajamas and pull out two pairs. You turn to find Rook staring at you scandalously. 

You smirk with a smug shrug. With a raise of your eyebrows, you gesture to the sleeping Vil. You silently ask him if that’s not attractive. Your hand gestures down the body you occupy. Rook contains a laugh, surrendering. You smile, before shooing him. 

He wiggles his eyebrow and you roll your eyes. Rook closes the door behind him. Turning off the main light, the bathroom glows from the other wall. You slip inside, completing Vil’s night routine. 

You walk out, nudging your body awake. 

“Vil,” you call out, “You need to wash your face.” 

The man groans but pulls himself up. 

“Everything’s in there and ready,” you tell him. 

He gives a noncommittal, sleepy nod and shuffles to the bathroom. You lean against the bed frame, scrolling through your phone. You wait for him. Vil comes out in his now oversized pajamas. He stares at the bed for a minute, before turning off the light and walking forward. You feel the Pomefiore student slip into bed. He turns away from you. You place your phone down, sliding into your position as well. 

You reach out and drape an arm over him, watching for any reaction. He scoots closer to you. You pull him closer and drift off to sleep. 

[lover-from-the-past]

Late Night Calls

Barou Shoei x reader

Late night calls from your long-distance bf while he’s at Blue Lock

The phone rang. Finally.

It was so much later than he normally called, he half expected you not to answer.

“Sorry for calling so late, dumbasses wouldn’t go to bed.” Barou explained gruffly, his eyes fixed on you once you answered. You were clearly in the middle of getting ready for bed, so he said, “Won’t keep you long, just wanted to see you before I went to sleep.”

God, he missed seeing you every day. Blue Lock was a lucrative opportunity, one you practically shoved him out the door for, but he’d be a liar if he said he didn’t regret coming in the late hours of the night when he had to talk to you over the phone, after his moronic teammates went to sleep, instead of being able to see you through the window and talk to you on the roof of your house.

“Don’t worry about it, baby,” you said, smiling, “How was your day?”

“Shitty. Fine.” He grumbled, pushing his damp hair back from his face, “Missed you. Our game went to shit because these donkeys wouldn’t follow my orders, and then they wouldn’t go to bed because they wanted to argue and shit. Got tired of waiting for them to shut up so I’m sitting in the damn hallway.”

He had explained to you before, the second he got his phone back from Ego, that he didn’t want anyone else here to know about you here. Soccer was shared by each person in here, but you were his, and he didn’t want any of the morons here to know anything about you. After being in close proximity to so many other guys for so long, it was a breath of fresh air to have something no one else did, or to be able to do something no one else could. He never told anyone, but one of the driving factors to him pushing himself and his team so damn hard was so he could get his phone back to call you.

“Tell me about your day.” He added, not really a request but not really a demand, either.

“I’m sorry your day wasn’t good, baby,” you said kindly before beginning a recap of your own day like he had wanted. Your day was always so much more vibrant than his was, never rooted in the routine of eat, soccer, eat, study, sleep, repeat, repeat, repeat. He loved Blue Lock, but he missed experiencing your day with you. Missed having you talk to him as he worked out, missed you studying while he practiced, missed babysitting his sisters while you made dinner and he was stuck playing dress up.

He wasn’t really listening to the drama you recounted, and he knew you knew that. He was thankful you didn’t comment on it because he wouldn’t know what to say. He was too busy watching the way your mouth moved as you told him whatever came to your mind, too busy watching the way your your necklace, the one he gave you for your one year anniversary, sparkled in the dim light of your room. The ring you had gotten him sat heavy against his skin, hidden on a simple chain under his shirt.

“You got your hair done.” He noted, his eyes drawn from your hair to the way you beamed at him, “Looks nice.”

You smiled at him, and whatever anger he had from the day left him. His frustrations from losing and his anger at his team’s arguments and stupidity evaporated from his mind and body, leaving only the burning feeling of his love for you. He never knew how to do things is halves; he was always all in or uninterested, and he was always all in for you, in all ways. God, he just wanted to be able to hold you in his arms now, not be in this cold ass facility, sitting on the floor of some hallway, likely being watched by Ego and having to half-listen for anyone coming down the hall.

He listened to you talk for another hour, content to just watch you over the phone as you washed your face and applied those fancy creams and serums to your skin and hair, acutely missing the smell of your perfume and the way it always lingered in his clothes. When your talking slowed down and your eyes drooped, he spoke quietly to you about what he’s been doing. The tricks he learned, how he’s improved his workouts, the food he got after working hard. When your breathing evened out and your face smoothed out, he smiled, just a little bit.

“Sleep well,” He murmured, “I love you, baby.”

He hung up, sitting there for a minute longer before pushing himself up and starting the trek back to his room. He rounded the corner and saw one of his teammates, looking like he was caught as he stared back at him.

Barou’s eye twitched, but he ignored the other boy and continued on his way back to their dorm room. He’d deal with that later, and if the moron knew what was good for him, he’d pretend he didn’t hear anything. It if he didn’t, Barou would make sure he knew not to say a damn thing.

———

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[hiding-under-the-willow]

If the hermit recap team is a paranormal investigation group I wonder what everyone thinks of them, at least Ghost-wise. Are they good at their job? Or do the ghosts watch them flail?

Okay so there's this episode in the show where the main characters attempt to get the ghosts to put on a big show of haunting the house for a bunch of paranormal investigators so they can charge people for ghost tours but all of the ghosts go on strike so they have to fake a haunting in a house that's already haunted. There is a subplot in this episode where a pair of ghosts spend the entire episode presenting a fake radio show to a recording device that's supposed to pick up ghosts, only for it to be revealed at the end that it doesn't actually work and it didn't pick them up at all. I was thinking about this episode both when creating Joe's character and when I decided I wanted the recap team to be reoccurring paranormal investigator characters.

Because I think it would be pretty funny if Joe, who was a radio host in life and can be heard through radios, recording devices, and other technology in death, did this whole bit, only for the team to come back at the end to pick up their recording device, listen back to the recording, briefly getting excited, only for Pix to go "Wait a second, I know that voice, wasn't this guy on the radio back in the 90s?" And they assume that Grian and Joel just played like a rerun recording of one of Joe's old shows as part of the fake haunting, meanwhile Joe can't decide if he should be fuming because his existence is being ignored or if he should be beaming because someone still recognized him some 20 years after his death.

And then they show back up at Grian and Joel's door two weeks later like "We checked this recording, it doesn't exist. Anywhere. And according to our research this guy died on your property. This recording is real. This kind of proof is unprecedented. Please let us investigate your house again."

And so Grian and Joel once again see the opportunity for money and accept. The ghosts continue to stay wary, refusing to directly interact with them, but they tend to just. Create proof on accident as they go about their normal wacky business. And so we have this dynamic where the recap crew keeps coming back to investigate, getting some kind of absurd evidence of ghosts, getting accused of faking it because the house already has a bad reputation for fake hauntings, and the recordings they're getting are absurd, and so they keep having to come back to try to get more.

I like to think Joe starts fucking with Pix by only talking to him when there's no cameras rolling, and so the two end up with a pretty funny relationship where Pix can have full conversations with Joe and yet can never manage to get another recording of him no matter how sneaky he thinks he's being about it.

Half of their job just becomes trying to deal with this one stupid absurdly haunted house that is dragging their entire reputation through the mud. And Grian gets to be like "Ha, yeah, you should try living with them." While trying to skirt around the fact that he can just straight up see and talk to all of them. Plus there's whatever the fuck is going on next door.

Just. this should be the general state of things by the time it's all over

I think it'd be really funny actually if Pix managed to figure out down to the most minute of details what the fuck is happening between these two haunted ass properties and the people and ghosts living in them but the whole experience has run him so ragged and made him sound so insane that everyone thinks he's just lost it and no one believes him. Ghosts so fucking annoying he has to either retire or become a disgraced conspiracy theory youtuber who exclusively talks about the ghosts in these two houses. Everyone thinks he's had some kind of mental break and honestly he probably has but everything he's saying is actually correct.

[h-sleepingirl]

Dolly in the Art Gallery: A Charmed 2025 Scene Log/Recap

“Art is how we decorate space, and music is how we decorate time.”

I first heard this Jean-Michel Basquiat quote in a rope class from Barkas, in the context of how we play within both space and time in a kink scene. I think about it frequently, especially as I feel more and more passionately about the brutally human impulse to create art.

I have been coming to hypnosis events since 2013, before Charmed existed -- my first event was packed with my own manic energy, held in a dungeon where people could hypnotize me basically at will. No hotel staff, no sneaking back to a private room. I developed a reputation as an aesthetically pleasing subject, often put on display in subtle and overt ways.

I have grown up in this community. Essentially my entire adult life has been spent involved in going to events and cons. I'm 33 now, and as Charmed celebrates its 10th year I've perhaps been unconsciously influenced to reflect on myself aging.

I feel so much older than that 21 year old exhibitionist. I'm more reserved, quieter, more selective, and certainly smarter. I like who I'm becoming, but I do miss parts of who I used to be -- that confidence, that energy. 

On Friday evening I looked at the schedule and saw there was going to be a Gallery of Living Art -- it's been a staple at Charmed for a number of years, but I'd never done more than peek inside.

I thought to myself: “Why not try to get in touch with that playful younger self? Why not show everyone who I am nowadays? Why not live out a fantasy?” 

Surely I’m not too old. Surely I haven’t grown out of this.

The time comes and I connect with my partner about it. He knows that one of my absolute favorite things is being totally frozen. We decide against anything complicated. No one will touch me or trigger me or anything like that. It’s the most “negotiating” we've maybe ever done, but I still leave all details to him. I tell him: “I was really just thinking this is an opportunity for me to sit blank and still for a long time.”

We walk into the room, and it’s overwhelming. People are setting up intricate exhibits with lots of creative interactions. There is a sheet we need to fill out to describe what our “art” is, which my partner writes on cryptically.

“Dolly can't talk. Duh…”

“Dolly is precious -- don't touch!”

Under “Artist”, where he is meant to put his name, he writes a question mark.

I am so in love with him, watching his mind work on the spot.

We find a place in the loud room and look at each other. We are a fluid force of nature in a bed together, spontaneous and wild. This planning doesn't feel like us. This hypnosis isn't a formality, per se, but it just feels sort of like “We both know how this is going to end on some level -- so how do we spend this time?”

He gingerly removes my name tag and starts murmuring to me. 

Being a dolly is such a luxurious treat that the moment he suggests it, I crumble, gripping his shirt with my weak little fingers, moaning too softly to be heard by anyone but him.

He poses me. He fixes my gaze blank and forward. He lets me practice standing and sitting. This kind of rehearsal is unfamiliar for us, and I almost relish doing something that feels a little awkward.

I am a dolly when he leaves me, frozen and posed, but I know it is going to take a couple minutes to settle in. I am a dolly getting comfortable, a dolly with twinges of self-consciousness. After a couple minutes he walks me over to a different chair, one that is highlighted by empty space around it, and I sit, and I know this is truly where I am supposed to be on display.

Finally, total stillness rushes over me like pure relief. 

I sit, and I stare, and I don’t do anything else. My mind is blank, and sometimes all there is inside my head is “I’m a dolly, I’m a dolly,” in my little dolly voice. It is pure, simple bliss.

People begin to come up to me to look at me. I am a good dolly and I am silent and I do not move even my eyes. They patiently read my sign and then observe me. I cannot change my body position to be any more or less appealing to them, I cannot hide nor flaunt myself.

Some people say things to me, little compliments and appreciations, and I can’t really process their words. The little dolly voice in my head screams in pleasure when I’m spoken to and given attention.

I have ADHD, I’m addicted to my phone, I’m a fidgeter. But there is nothing that carries the unique pleasure of being frozen and still. It reminds me of Quaker meetings, of spiritual silence and meditation that makes one feel time itself as though it has a sensory texture.

Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel talks about the Jewish sabbath as proof that it is not intuitive for us to sanctify time. But nevertheless as Jews we must learn to do it to make shabbat holy every week. Shabbat is “a cathedral in time,” he says, and I’ve been thinking about how much that applies to my experience of hypnosis. Hypnosis is not a physical object. We may sometimes have props but we cannot touch trance and it leaves no marks. It is time that is the sacred dimension in hypnosis, the time that we set aside (“kadosh” in Hebrew) with another human being.

Heschel says we are slaves to space and material things. And in this moment I feel like I have gotten as close as I can to releasing that. I am not even moving my physical body within the physical world. I am just relishing each passing second of stillness, building my cathedral in time.

Of course, sometimes I think sacred space and objects are very important. After all, I am in a space that is incredibly rare, that only exists very briefly, that I had to travel at length to get to.

And I am an object -- art -- inside of it. I am literally decorating the space, as Basquiat would say.

Am I thinking all of this as I sit there motionless? No, not with any sophistication. I truly feel blank. But I am feeling flashes of this as abstract mental sensations that I will untangle later.

Something else strikes me very quickly that I observe within. When people walk up to look at me, something inside me tenses up. I realize that I am unconsciously preparing myself to talk to them. I have been coming to cons for so long, and especially since beginning to write books I always meet a ton of new people every year who come up to me to talk, which I adore. But right now I am in a space where I literally cannot have a conversation with anyone. I don’t even have my nametag on anymore -- my partner was so clever to remove it.

It is the opposite of vending books, where I sit in a chair and am helpless in the sense that I must engage in conversation with the people who come up to meet me. Now, I literally cannot talk to anyone, and they cannot talk to me, and most people may not even know who I am.

It is a hit of extreme objectification, more real than it has ever felt. I am not sleepingirl -- I am a dolly. “Who” I am doesn’t matter. I am art.

My partner also is not sitting there receiving compliments for me. He is nearby, in eyesight, just watching. But he’s anonymous too. And there is something about this mutual anonymity that makes me feel even prouder about us as a couple. There is no performance of who we are. I don’t know how to describe it, but obviously it feels more authentic than public play usually ever does. Like a little secret we are sharing a corner of.

And he looks ever the artist, sitting back and watching me. I feel very strongly that this little scene isn’t the art -- it’s me. Our relationship is what’s really on display. All the work he’s done over 7 years of brainwashing me, real work on my personality and identity, my wardrobe, every single way I express myself and who I am. The people coming by are seeing his bimbo, his dolly, his [x] -- without necessarily knowing who either of us are.

The rhythm is addicting. My mind babbles my self-given dolly mantra over and over, I luxuriate in the stillness, and I stare. I only can sort of half-see with darkened vision, though my eyes are wide. I love when people notice me sitting there -- their expressions change as they observe me. They step into my metaphorical space, which is eerily silent compared to the revelry of the creative demonstrations that fill the room. They are no longer “being entertained,” and no one can communicate to them what I am doing -- they must engage with me out of their own curiosity.

Sometimes they decide to talk to me. I can’t process most of it, but I remember a few interactions.

Someone says, “What an excellent dolly.”

Someone else notices that I’m wearing a bracelet that says “bimbo,” and says, “Even the details on this one are exquisite.”

Someone else says, “Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever seen sleepingirl play before.”

That last one hits me in the gut with memories of a time now long past: Play in public spaces was universal at cons; I couldn’t move from one place to another without someone dropping me into trance; absolutely everyone knew what I looked like when hypnotized.

Even now as I am on display, I have a mask on, and the people can’t see my gently parted lips.

It is a rush of emotion that is very complex for my simple little dolly head, but it goes away.

For a long while, I just exist as a thing in bliss while the room -- the whole world -- bubbles with activity around me. 

Eventually even as I sit frozen and blank, a little timer starts ticking in my head -- I could sit here for much longer, but I don’t want to make him wait for me, and I have other things I want to do tonight.

Reading Heschel has been helping me release some of that odd panic that bubbles up when I awaken from trance -- the feeling that magic is slipping through my fingers, memories are slipping out of my mind, and I can take no memento from it. I sometimes write, draw, or make music to try to capture the things I feel in hypnosis with my partner. I think it is from that impulse to be able to touch and hold hypnosis, to make it a “thing” in space as opposed to something of time.

But I do think there is something else, just a human drive to create art about this transcendent experience that we engage in together. I need to create art to try to communicate the perfect way I don’t move and my eyes go glassy. I need to express my emotions, my desires, my dreams, my love. I am only human, a human blown away by this very human thing we do that we call hypnosis.

Only my partner sees it, and he does see so much into the soul of it for me. But this is exactly what I have wanted -- a chance to publicly communicate the beauty of what he and I do. To make this art by performing it, living it. To engage in a human act of creativity by having my humanity stripped away from me.

I am a bimbo, a dolly, I am art -- and that doesn’t go away when I get up to tell him I am done sitting here. I am his art. I am a manifestation of his creativity in this world, and he has a beautifully creative mind which I love so dearly.

This is serious for me, this is real for me, this is so highly personal and jealously guarded as my own precious identity.

Ten years ago I laid my head on his lap and he transformed my eyes into dolly eyes and told me that someday he would turn my whole body into a dolly body. And as we laid together in a bed after the Gallery on Friday he talked about how I had those dolly eyes again in that room. But to me, it’s not about being a dolly, or even being a bimbo. It’s about creating art together, art with a power imbalance. And fucking respecting that as sacred and exciting.

I don’t have much else to say except extreme heartfelt gratitude to Mazirian for running the Gallery, and everyone who came by to look at me and said nice things to me and joined me in my world for just a little while. 

(If you’re curious, I was sitting there for about 30 minutes.)

[bronx-bomber87]

Hello lovely fandom! It’s tiiimmeeeee. I’m so ready for this premiere. This hiatus felt like the longest one yet. Probably cause they weren’t allowed to share literally anything for months and months. While I might still gripe we’re only getting 18 and 20 would’ve been better….I am psyched to be analyzing a new season ❤️

Changing these up to First impressions cause mini and I don’t get along in terms of brevity. Now imma try and be briefer since I’ll be doing a deep dive next summer. Hopefully in our next hiatus. *fingers crossed* The library still a turd for new gifs. So had to make all mine. Also I must have a new angle at my new place. So they came out not how I wanted lol But after a full day of work I was too tired to re-do them all. It's a miracle this is coming out with how tired I am haha Anyways bear with me and hopefully next weeks gifs are better ha Off we go!

7x01 The Shot.

Cool thanks recap. Not like we forgot the breakup that ruined us all…Would like to say someday that won't ruin me to watch, but that's a lie...Love that to leave the lineup for recaps now. Thanks.

It's the little things like them sitting next to each other in the swat car that make me so happy. Not gonna lie I was grinning like a damn fool just seeing them seated together. God I missed them. Straight giddy them working together in the field. It’s where they originated. It’s where they’re going to heal.

I love her directing him in the field. That snap of her fingers and he knows instantly what she needs and follows. That beautiful rhythm only they can achieve. Silent communication at it's finest folks. Mmm loving this. Lucy taking down a dude double her size and Tim coming in to help finish him off. Hot damn I love them in the field. Legit ship crack to me everyone. Look at those beautiful humans in motion above. I can't get enough.

Oooh lord T.O Tim *fans self* Mmm Can’t say haven’t missed him. I'll be real honest. Yum. Thank you Nolan for not undermining him while he sized them up. We would've had words sir. It probably shouldn't delight me watching him tear them apart, and yet here we are with me drooling over him. With zero regrets. Just nice to see him in his element after being knocked out of it last year. I shall enjoy this year for him I can already tell.

Ha! Bingo card hit. That's one square down. ‘Grey guides Lucy with her career.’ Yasss I’m a dork I know but you all knew this ha Grey pulling strings to get her to T.O. "Temp." I’m sure it’ll stick. He see’s what a good teacher and leader she is. Look at him jumping starting this for her. Nudging her in the right direction.

Lucy not being sure....Still battling with that UC identity and detective path. Some left over S6 bleh hanging around. I think Grey is setting her path and she has no idea how ‘not temporary’ this will be. At least IMO. I see her excelling at this and wanting to stay at it. Plus like Grey said it’ll strengthen her position should detective come back up. Also like to list the reasons why I think this will be good for her.

One it'll rebuild her confidence. Something we all know was shattered and then run over by s6. Second it'll give her a new purpose and clarity for her career. (Which is also a bingo square for me. Yes I'll be tallying mine all year lol) Now she has to accept being a FT one for it to apply but I think it will. Lastly it'll get rid of the pesky 'Chain of Command' issue for them later on. Because we don't want that again.

Tim enters the chat and he is a most welcome addition. The mini banter about her training. I'm here for it and I love love love it. Look at the flirty smirks on these idiots. Like breathing fresh air once again. The small smirks have me reeling. Gimme. Grey although has no time for this LOL Ushering their asses out. Just happy they can breathe the same air again and not have it be nuclear.

Then the real banter begins. I’ve missed them so much. I wanna cry. Tim instantly offering to give her tips. Is this one of his small doses? Possibly I think he would’ve offered this as an olive branch either way tbh. But I love seeing how eager he is to bond with her over this. Lucy’s so cute with her ‘ My rookie.’ Girl you’re gonna wanna stay a T.O. I already see it.

Lucy of course has her sassy answer locked and loaded for him. He answers right back. Goodness their banter is top tier. And woo another bingo card for me. Well this was not in my official bingo card. BUT I did say how if she ended up as a T.O. this season this would happen. In my 6x08 review said they would end up doing a bet over who trains a better rookie. And here we are. I'm enjoying my spoils and grinning like a happy fool. Which is nice after spending the second half of s6 being emotionally spent and destroyed.

Oh Lucy, like you could ever walk way from your man about a competitive bet of all things. This is how they’re gonna heal my friends. Going back to the beginning. To their roots. Where this rock solid bond was started. In the field. Along with some banter and fiery competition thrown in. This new dynamic has me so giddy I can’t even contain myself.

You can see how excited Tim is she’s going to be a T.O. With him. Flirting with her by offering this up. Moth to a flame with her in general. But this? Man is raring to go. Being a T.O and competition with his girl? He is beaming with excitement. Also probably knows this is a good way to further his cause of mending fences.

The goading of her oh my lord. It’s s4 all over again and I’m here for it. Except Tim is far more aware he’s in love with this woman. The straight teasing and flirting in front of the entire station. Welcome back. Oh my word I love sfm. His telling smirk is amazing. Reeling her back in slowly LOL

Nolan actually ignites more flirty flirts for them when he tells them about the ringer. Because classic John can't shut his yapper. I’ve truly missed this high grade goodness though. Lucy accusing him of hustling her haha Tim deescalates her like only he can with his strong logic. Saying it's actually harder that he has previous experience. He’s not wrong. First thing I thought about him when they said he had experience…Poor Seth called a virgin lmao

The rookies get assigned and we get jealous/protective Tim. Welcome back to our screens. You've been missed. *grabs ice water* This premiere is trying to kill me in the best way. I was here for the show. You tell that cocky little boy babe. I think someone else had one of the rookies flirts with Lucy in their bingo card. So you get that square ha The balls to do that in front of Tim. This kid has a death wish on wheels.

Ovary explosion at the way he barked at him though. Man is making me thirsty af. Also this kid is not a ringer in the least. I know what it’s like to de-program someone. It’s not easy. When I would get someone from another team (and terrible manager btw) I would spend the first 30 days just getting rid of the bad habits before I could begin to mold them. So ringer he is not....Lucy has a better shot with fresh meat tbh. Seth is far more impressionable. Hence her finishing line above.

Tim TEARS Texas a new one. Was kind of hoping he would. Nothing like a solid Tim T.O. rant. This kid needed it holy cow. Too damn cocky for a rookie even with experience. Makes it worse. Get em Tim! I’m enjoying this far too much. Haha Mmm. Sidelines his ass as he should. Maybe he can rejoin when his ego is in check.

This scene had me cackling. First off look at them both with crossed arms. I'm dying. Also Lying liars who lie LOL Both struggling a little bit with their rookies. It’s hilarious. Can’t ever admit fault of course. Very s4 vibes going on here I love it sfm.

Friggin Nolan has to be include himself...Listen John they checked the guest list for this work flirt convo. You're not on it sir. So needy this one. He actually didn't bug me much at all in this one. Probably the lack of Bailey....

Tim’s final T.O scene has me drooling holy hell. The jacket, the stern taking to, and telling them to suck less? I’m dying hahaha I loved how this was shot. Seeing the faces as Tim grills them both. Putting them in place. I love it sfm I'm so VERY excited for this season for him. If this was our look into it I am ready for more.

Oh my word, this final scene of theirs. If you don’t feel giddy, and a sense of promise for reconciliation from this interaction, I can't help you. LOL. I mean that in the nicest way haha I really do. The subtext running through this scene like a bullet train of hope. The moment begins with puppy dog Tim. Let’s take a second to contrast how he just was with the rookies earlier. To seeing his girl in the parking lot. That's the Lucy Chen effect.

That man is walking on air, and beaming his best ‘Lucy’ smile as he approaches her car, looking like a damn snack I wanna devour. I adore the swapping of stories. Giving each other shit but staying confident in their abilities to right their rookies ships as it were. Lucy saying ‘Tomorrow is another day.’ With Tim’s hopeful ‘Yes it is.’ Got me all in my damn feels. To me it’s a positive setup for the entire season. The low key flirty vibes here are glorious first and foremost. Second the flirting inside the promise with those two lines has me reeling.

The smiles they both convey just shows our babies are healing. Lucy is healing. She isn’t holding back with the positivity and flirting right back. There is this underlying UST too. But the most beautiful part is their talk about 'Tomorrow'. Tomorrow is another day for them to get one step closer to being who they once were. Only stronger. Tim’s 'Yes it is.' Is everything. His tone of voice, how he’s looking at her, and that determination to make something out of every day he gets with her. Driven to make tomorrow a day he inches one step closer to the promise he made in the elevator in 6x10. Oooh lord I’m excited for this season.

I said couple days ago how amped I was for this new dynamic. Them being T.O’s together and finding their way back in this fashion. It’s a fantastic and true to them way to do it. Couldn’t be more excited. The LOOKS everyone my god. The way he is pining after her. Doesn’t tear eyes away for a second as she pulls off. And our girl checks the mirror not once but TWICE.

Making eyes right back at him. This scene should excite the hell out of you. I’m scaling the walls right now haha This is as a very very promising opening episode for them. Little more proof they're going to make their way back. Won't be right away but it's coming. This is what I was longing for when we left off all those months ago.

For them to be in a better place to even start this healing. I’m so ready for this journey. I really am. Trusting the writers to do this at the right pace. So when it does happen and it will. We’re gonna be on cloud 9 x1000 Ooof lord that was good. They know how to close out an ep our ship. Watched promo for next ep. I’m vibrating with excitement.

The UST I feel from that little clip is the beauty of Eric and Melissa. This season gonna be incredible i feel it deep in my soul baha Now I’m excited we don’t have a break now that we’re here. As always thank you thank you thank you. To any and all who comments(love me to chat don’t be shy wanna theorize with you all) , like or reblog these. You have no idea how much it means to me. Also proud of myself for keeping this brief ish for me lol Below is my side notes feel free to comment on anything said in this or below till next week my lovely fandom :)

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Side notes non Chenford

No Bailey in a the premiere was already staring off with a win for me. Sorry Jenna but ya know lol sorta not….really…

Lieutenant Grey! So happy for him. Solid reasoning why he got it. Sucks he feels bad but I'm glad for him.

Lots of action off the bat hot damn. They said we'd have more and I loved it

Oooh loving Wes being assumed to the station. Welcome sir. Happy to have you and more Wopez moments to come.

Aaron went to north Hollywood someone had to lol Makes sense he would leave due to Blair. Also leaves the door open for him to return someday. Which makes my heart happy.

Poor Wes has to hear the recording of a man wanting to do things to his wife lol oh my lord. He’s legit having a meltdown about it hahah I sense some trouble for Wopez. Should be interesting season for them.

[toaskello]

Today seems like a good day to ramble about my favorite bit of imagery in all of Bionicle, and that would be the twin eclipse in Legends of Metru Nui.

To start, let's recap a bit. Our protagonists, the Matoran and friends, live on a tropical island. The deity they worship is the Great Spirit Mata Nui, a vague, godlike figure cast into unending slumber by his jealous brother. We never see this entity, although he is often represented with symbols like the Kanohi Hau or a rock with etched details representing an abstraction of that mask. Similarly, we never see him do anything, as he is sleeping. All we know is that the village elders say he was benevolent and good.

The first major plot twist in Bionicle comes when the Matoran travel underground and find their original home: a large cavernous dome with an island city surrounded by a vast silver sea. Despite being underground, twin suns are visible in the sky, frozen in a partial eclipse.

The next year of Bionicle is a flashback, taking place on this island city while Mata Nui is awake and the suns are shining bright. Mata Nui himself and his actions are still seemingly nowhere to be seen.

Tragedy strikes at the end of the year when Mata Nui's jealous brother infects him with a virus and sends him into his slumber while the twin suns eclipse. With the limited information about the true nature of Mata Nui we had in 2004, this always seemed to be a rather on-the-nose metaphor. The Great Spirit who watches over the Matoran falls asleep and the suns overhead eclipse in a manner that makes them look like closing eyes. He can no longer protect the Matoran from the eternal shadow like he once did.

Fast forward four years and the big reveal that all of Bionicle had been building up to is finally made known. The Great Spirit Mata Nui was a metallic colossus in which the Matoran resided. The island city was his brain, the silver sea his cerebrospinal fluid, the dome his skull. The suns, as it so happens, actually are his eyes. But importantly, the eyes are not looking down on the Matoran - they are looking up, away from them.

Mata Nui, as it so happens, was rather unconcerned with the inner workings of his body. He wasn't malicious, but he cared about his people as much as you and i care about our sesamoid bones. Do you know how many you have and where? Probably not. His major character arc going forward is recognizing this and, after being humbled into a puny (7-foot-tall) humanoid, learning to care and respect other beings, even those he would usually consider beneath him.

The reason I love this shot so much is that it works perfectly for both views of Mata Nui: the Matoran interpretation of an idyllic protector who banishes shadows from his place in the heavens, and the giant robot with people in his brain who is preoccupied with observing space. The perception of this scene changes as our understanding of both the biology and personality of Mata Nui are revealed throughout the story.

Like, they made a movie for a toy with this shot that you would have to go back and watch four years later to fully appreciate. And IDK, I think it's pretty cool.

[starberry-cupcake]

I started reading and writing this recap, then I got sick, so now that I'm able I want to pick it back up before I forget where I even was

previously in nonita del 9:

this is the first part and chapter

this is the general tag, for those who stumble upon this in the wild and, for some reason, want to read all the rest

CHAPTER 2

nonita is talking about how she's actually one of potentially two people

and describes herself in the following terms

"skin the color of the egg carton, and eyes the color of the egg mixture, and hair the color of the burnt-out bottom of the pan...a thin, complicated face...nice white teeth in a smile that looked sad no matter how happy she was"

she thinks she's gorgeous

ok cyrus the lyctor with the nudes whose last name I don't remember and I was about to google when autocomplete scared me and I closed the tab

I'm not allowed to google things for these recaps, I should know better

anyway, gideon eyes

so is this harrow's body but gideon's soul while harrow's soul is in the river with the emperor???? or what's happening???

did gideon's soul get scrambled upon returning from the river somewhere???

if it's gideon's soul in harrow's body, it'd make sense with her thinking she's gorgeous and kissing the mirror tbqh

unfiltered gideon behavior

but the memories of the pool were harrow's??? because she remembered gideon's arms????

gideon's arms are very memorable, I've heard

which reminds me, where's gideon's body????

also, is this new personality who lives in a cumple gonna switch back to who it used to be or merge together?

is this happy-go-lucky attitude gonna disappear or combine?

I remember back when I didn't know anything about these books (and all I saw was the covers and knew that gideon and harrow were a ship), I thought nona was their child in like a distant future

I don't know why I thought that, I just filled in the gaps with that

those were simpler times

so nona is kinda vain about her looks, apparently??

I posted this before but, this was her at a queue when someone was hitting on her

she's nonchalant about people wanting to sleep with her and camilla says "sex things were right out. She said there were enough problems in the world"

I'd love a tshirt like this, actually

so am I to understand that gideon and harrow got blended somewhere in the river and reborn as a "born sexy yesterday" lovechild??

I don't know, man, I'm just gonna continue

pyrrha, palmolive and camilla are trying to teach nona things but also not teach her things, because they don't wanna skew the results on who she is

in case it comes back to her that she can wield a sword or do playdoh stuff with bones

what she can do, apparently, is pick up any language by watching people speak it

which, in a planet of refugees, comes up very frequently

palmolive (and me, also me) is like "where tf did this come from?????"

I mean, I guess either harrow or gideon could have that from before, since I don't think they were exposed to anything other than the one language, did they?

I can't remember??? I don't think gideon did??

or is it new???

she downloaded a star trek universal translator on the way down from the river, as a treat??

also, out of the two of them, if this is just one of them, I think harrow would be the one more mortified by everything that's going on during this time, just putting it out there

CHAPTER 3 (we have an apple tree rather than the tomb at the start of this one)

nona says she "doesn't just want to be good-looking and dumb", so she got herself a job

which says a lot about the value of productivity in self worth, even in situations of dire stress and danger, but I digress

if this is harrow, she's gonna hate all this so much

the body maybe is harrow's? because the school lady think's she's 14, and that gave me mercygirl vibes of saying she's less years every time she looked at her

and she wants to send nona to school

the lady also has suspicions of pyrrha being camilla's and nona's pimp, so pyrrha has to flirt with her to distract her from that line of thought

and says she'd be luckier being a pimp for augustine and alfred

so, nona insists on going to school and is allowed because palmolive is combeferre-coded and loves education

I mean, I agree, but also, at what cost, in this case?????

so, nona goes to school and befriends a bunch of kids who ask her for drugs but then relent and let her join their clique anyway

because she takes care of the teacher's dog, which always gives people points socially

kevin is really adorable btw we love kevin

one of the kids, the leader, is called hot sauce and I think she's been through a lot

like, more than the rest of the kids

one has like 5 fathers, but still

she's the only one not ready and willing to go attempting to kill necromancers, which the other kids want to do

nona can also read people's body language very well, to the point in which she can tell when people are lying, uncomfortable or hiding something

another thing that may or may not be from Before

anyway, nice kids, I'm sure nothing bad is gonna happen to any of them

right?

right????

we'll leave it there for now! next chapter starts with a seventh house skull so idk what we're in for at all, as long as not!dulcinea isn't back...

[flowercrownsandherondales]

Against the Odds Pt. 21

Another sweet little chapter and then CATCHING FIRE (i’m so fucking scared and excited.) Let me know what you think! 

XXI: Place Your Bets On Chance and Apathy

I tended to Astrid and Primrose as best I could as they sat glued to my old TV. 

The shack I once called home had become a den of waiting and worry. I suppose it had always been that, even when my son was alive. I didn’t want the Everdeen’s home to become the same, for Prim to grow up in the house that held the death of her sister alongside her father. She deserved to keep it at least somewhat safe. 

I had spent the years refusing to watch the games, something that Haymitch had begged me to do, with little protest from me. Twyla and I were still expected to attend Victory Tours, but she was so young I never had to explain anything. 

Astrid had folded back into a comatose state, eyes glued to the screen, only blinking when they became red and irritated. Prim’s hands shook, a near constant look of fear written all over her face. I tried to get her to go to the Hob with me, to check on my house in Victor’s Village, or even to take Twyla for a walk. She refused everytime. 

I did what I could. Made sure they ate three meals a day, even if Astrid barely touched it and Prim picked around and only managed three or four bites. I coaxed both of them with sleep syrup in the evening, letting them rest their minds for a few hours before they were up again, taking their spots to watch Katniss light ablaze on the chariot, score a 11 in training, and finally twirl in a circle of flames for the interview. 

She avoided mentioning me in her interview with Cesar, something I was sure Haymitch told her to do when she spoke about family back home. He was the only one allowed to mention my existence, wanting the Capitol to forget me and Twyla, even though it would never happen. 

Anytime they panned to Haymitch, Twyla would squeal, bolting on shaky toddler legs to reach her daddy, little hands pushing on the glass as if she could reach him. I would peel her off, holding her tight and reminding her how much he loved her, that he would be home soon. 

She was confused why Katniss was onscreen for a few days, forcing me to explain to her that Katniss was with her dad, and she might have to stay in the Capitol, or she might come home when Haymitch arrived, she wasn’t sure yet. It was the easiest way for her mind to wrap around the two outcomes without traumatizing her. 

My jaw dropped when Peeta was interviewed, detailing his crush on Katniss. I had known for years the boy carried a flame for her, but this was monumental. My girl wasn’t the most likable, and she’d done nothing but scowl the entire time she was there, for good reason. I knew Haymitch had to be having a hard time getting her sponsors. The socialites wanted their Victors pretty and charming, and Katniss only had one of those things. Peeta made her look desirable, humanized her in a way that they could fawn over. He gave them what Haymitch and I had been giving them for years, a love story written in the stars. No matter how many times the troupe was played, they would eat it up like a man starving. 

Once the games started I stayed at home with Twyla, waiting to go back when she was sound asleep and watching the recap once Prim and Astrid had a spoonful of sleep syrup. Gale had taken over during the day, sitting with them and reheating the meals I had made while Katniss fought for her life. 

I drank a glass of my husband’s liquor when watching the recaps, barely stopping myself from chucking it at the screen when Rue was killed, trying to contain my sobs as Katniss created a floral memorial around the tiny girl from 11. 

I found myself worrying more and more for Peeta Mellark. Katniss was in fairly good shape, as I had hoped. She had a solid amount of wounds, but they weren’t anything like the gash on Peeta’s leg. I found myself rejoicing when they found each other, fully out of my seat and pacing when it was announced there could be two winners. I wouldn’t have to watch Peeta die, something I had always dreaded, but found myself absolutely devastated by as the days ticked on. 

I let myself think about it for a moment. My girl coming home to live next door, family dinners, Haymitch finally not being our only victor, having someone to share the pain I couldn’t share. I thought about Peeta Mellark, the sweet boy he’d always been, even when I cleaned their bakery before an inspection by the Capitol. How he’d always given me a loaf, a shy smile on his face, looking behind his shoulder so his mother wouldn’t see. 

My heart raced. I couldn’t wait to extend my love to him. 

I couldn’t watch the standoff with Cato, going to sit on the porch and lighting a cigarette. I refused to see them die, even if the chance was slim. 

Gale Hawthorne found himself standing before me, wordlessly sitting down where Haymtich used to occupy years ago. 

“They did it.” 

And that was all he needed to say. They were coming home. 

 A few days later I found myself zipping up a far too fancy sundress, clasping heels to my feet, and braiding Twyla’s hair. They were coming home today. 

Capitol photographers stood at the platform, snapping picture after picture of our victors. Haymitch stepped off first, eyes meeting mine and softening as he rounded towards us, wrapping me up in his arms and twirling me off my feet. Twyla grumbled, her face souring at the lack of affection from her father. I giggled at her, a stark image of her father. He set me down, kneeling towards her and wrapping her in a bear hug, her face instantly brightening. I was all too aware of the camera on us, oohing and awing at the sight of the Capitol darling and her family. 

Their attention was quickly shifted as Katniss and Peeta stepped off, holding hands, smiles that didn’t meet either of their eyes. Prim launched herself at her sister, nearly knocking Katniss back. Haymitch’s grip on my waist tightened, his jaw starting to set as he watched the affair, ushering us back to Victor’s Village, the Everdeen’s and Peeta in tow. 

The camera’s started to depart as we reached the houses, Haymitch scooping up Twyla and beeling home, letting her talk his ear off about all she did when he was gone. He squeezed my waist before they went inside, giving me a look. Go talk to her. 

I nodded thankfully, giving him a peck on the cheek and tickling Twyla’s tummy before I took off towards Katniss’s new house, seated across from ours. 

As I cracked open the door, I heard Prim sobbing. I peeked in to see a tender moment between the sisters, kneeled on the living room floor, encased in each other. A quiet moment, just for them. 

I backed away slowly, shutting the door as softly as I could. I would check on her later, bring over some dinner. I wouldn’t intrude on them now. 

Out of the corner of my eye I spotted Peeta Mellark,attempting to enter his new home by himself, taking deep breaths and he struggled to inch closer. I knew from the recap that the games had taken his leg, and I could tell by the way he was shifting he had no time to get used to his prosthetic. He backed from the door for a moment, shifting again, this time worse than before. My legs found themselves racing towards him, a hand coming to lay on his arm, attempting to steady him. 

“I’ve got you.” I said, giving him a smile. His face was red from the effort of the walk over, or maybe embarrassment that he needed help. Either way, I kept my face as kind as possible as I walked him inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click. 

I wasn’t shocked to see his parents and siblings weren’t here to greet him. His father and brothers were probably busy baking, and his mother didn’t seem like the type to bother, especially after what she’d said. Just thinking about the thin blonde woman made my blood boil. 

I directed Peeta to sit on the couch, his house’s layout identical to ours. “You want a cup of tea or somethin’?” I asked, trying to keep my voice as low as possible. His blue eyes seemed far away, lost in an emotion I couldn’t describe. He nodded, allowing me a minute to go to the kitchen, eyes looking back at him every few minutes while I waited for the water to boil. 

He seemed numb, staring blankly ahead, fingers fidgeting in his lap. I padded back out to him, setting the tea on the coffee table and taking a seat beside him, gently placing my hand over his. Peeta looked up at me, eyes starting to water, filling with tears he tried to blink back. 

“My parents–” He started, trying to give an excuse for them, my voice stopping him. 

“I know, Peeta.” Was all I could say, wishing there  was more to give this boy who’d been through so much, who just needed love and support right now. 

“You  really showed her.” I added, nudging his shoulder with mine. He tried to smile, something like a grimace coming through instead.

“You heard her?” I nodded, lips forming into a tight line. 

“She should have never said something like that to you, Peeta. She should be proud of you, holding you in her arms, telling you she loves you. She doesn’t deserve someone like you, sweetheart.” I watched as Peeta’s tears finally fell, his shoulders shaking as he desperately tried to still them. I felt my heart break, wrapping an arm around him and pulling his body into mine. 

“You did so good in there, sweetie. You are so good, so kind, so lovely. You are everything anyone could want in a son, and I am so sorry that they have made you feel like you aren’t, that they have hurt you.”

Peeta openly cried at that, his body falling into mine like he was experiencing comfort for the first time in his life. I hated to think that might just be the truth. It just made me hold him tighter, keeping him from completely fracturing apart. 

He didn’t say anything else, didn’t have to. For the first time in Peeta Mellark’s life he didn’t have to apologize, didn’t have to desperately try and talk his way out of something, only to be met with the back of a hand. 

I pet his hair, continuing to hold him until his stomach grumbled. He shot up, eyes wide and almost… fearful? A smile broke out on my face, and for a brief moment I just looked at him, young and so scared. And I laughed. 

Peeta took a brief minute before he joined me, both of us giggling on the couch. 

And for a brief moment, as I so often did in all the children I have taken on as my own, I saw Wiley. 

And it clicked. This boy was mine now. Mine to love, mine to mother, mine to protect. 

“C’mon, let's go have dinner.” I said, patting his thigh as I rose. He looked at me confused, face still blushed from laughing. I held my hand out, a warm smile on my face to let him know it was okay. 

“I don’t wanna intrude. Haymitch just got home too.” He started, chewing on his bottom lip. I chuckled, grasping his hand and hauling him up. 

“My husband is gonna have to get used to it. You’re ours now, you’re coming for as many meals as you’ll let me make you.” It took a minute, but a slow grin started to spread on his face, nodding as he got up, allowing me to take his arm in mine and walk him over to our house. 

I found Haymitch on the floor, a glass in hand as Twyla showed him the colored pictures she had done of him while they were gone. 

“And this mommy, see papa! Mommy looks pretty.” She enthusiastically pointed, the stick figure  barely recognizable. I adored my daughter, but her art skills were subpar at best. 

Haymitch had a grimace on his face, attempting to hide it behind his glass as he hummed into it. The door opening broke his suffering, Twyla tossing the drawing aside and launching herself at my legs. 

I let go of Peeta’s arm and picked her up, watching as she quizzically looked at the blonde boy. Her face started to bury itself in my  neck, a shy blush spreading on her face and neck. 

“Mama, who that?” She whispered in my ear, cautiously watching Peeta give her a sheepish smile. 

“My thoughts exactly.” Haymitch grumbled, narrowing his eyes at his mentee. 

“Be nice.” I shot back, eyes narrowing right back at him. 

Haymitch just mumbled something under his breath, his attention going back to his drink. 

“Twyla, this is Peeta. He was on the trip with Katniss and daddy.” I spoke carefully to her, watching her brows unfurrow before a big smile reached her face. She squirmed as I set her back down, bolting towards him as soon as she hit the ground. 

“Careful!” I yelped as she barreled into Peeta’s legs, catching him off guard. I shot out a hand to steady him, feeling his bicep clench under my fingers before relaxing as my daughter hugged him like he was her new favorite toy. 

Peeta tried to crouch to her level, quickly realizing he didn’t quite know how with his prosthetic leg. He gave up about half way, straightening back up. Twyla caught on quick, eyes going from his face to his leg. 

“It’s lovely to meet you Twyla. That’s a very pretty dress you’re wearing.” Peeta said, ever the polite boy I’d met in the bakery so long ago. His attempt to get her distracted away from his leg worked, my little girl instantly charmed by him, her face turning an even deeper shade of pink. 

I left them to get acquainted, getting dinner ready. Arms snaked around my waist as they so often did, Haymitch laying his head in the crook of my neck while I worked. 

“We have a few things to discuss once our company leaves.” He murmured, leaving a kiss behind his words. I took a shaky breath, nodding mutely while he softly swayed us as I cut the potatoes. 

Dinner was lovely, Peeta chattering on with Twyla, amused each time he made her blush and bashfully hide her face. Haymitch shot him daggers from across the table, I clutched his knee, sending him my own warning glances. It seemed his overprotective father act was starting far too early. 

I set out an apple stack cake for dessert, much to my daughter and husband’s delight. Haymitch would never admit it, but his sweet tooth was unfathomable. Just as I went to fetch more forks, I heard a knock at the door. 

Katniss Everdeen stood in the frame, her dress from the ride home stripped, leaving her in her usual pants and olive shirt.

“Hi, Y/N.” she said softly, almost like she was afraid to speak. Tears welled up in my eyes, arms opening immediately to welcome her home. I ran my hands through her hair, soft brunette waves running down her back like a waterfall. 

“Hi baby girl.” I cried, still holding onto her as I ushered her inside, my voice cracking at her pet name. She let out a shaky exhale, letting me drag her in. I watched her take a big whiff, a smile playing at the corner of her mouth. 

“Apple stack cake?” She asked, looking around the room. She’d never been to our home in Victor’s Village, always meeting at the old house or her home. “Looks the same as ours.” I nodded, leading her towards the dining room. 

I kissed her on the temple as we made it, Twyla bouncing up from her seat and rushing her as she did Peeta and I. 

“Home! Katniss, I like Peeta!” She said, barely able to put full sentences together. I had been working with her on vocabulary, Haymitch and I reading her at least three books each night before bed. Still, she struggled with the in between words, saying enough to get the point across. 

Katniss stopped in her tracks at the mention of Peeta, her eyes hitting him from the table and stiffening. He looked down at his plate, a frown on his face. I looked at Haymitch in confusion. I knew the lovers thing was mostly a ploy to throw the Capitol off, but they had at least seemed like friends in the arena.Haymitch shrugged, taking another drink before breaking the highly uncomfortable moment. 

“Didn’t realize you two winning meant we would never know another minute of peace and quiet.” Katniss and Peeta didn’t react, now trying to look anywhere else other than each other, the pictures of Twyla, Haymitch and I suddenly becoming the most interesting things in the world. 

I cleared my throat, trying to break the tension that you could cut with a knife. “Why don’t we all have some cake, yeah?” 

Katniss shook her head, looking at me with soft eyes. “I actually just had dinner. I should probably head back, I just wanted to say hi.” I nodded slowly, eyes narrowing at her. Something was going on between my newly appointed son and my adopted daughter, and I’ll be damned if I didn’t figure it out. 

Haymitch broke my stare at her, getting up from the table and snatching up Twyla. “It’s her bedtime. You two should go get settled in your new homes.” Peeta and Katniss still didn’t move, playing a game of chicken with each other. 

My husband made a sound from deep in his throat, going to cover Twyla's ears before saying, “Really, hate to kick you out but I haven’t seen my wife in over two weeks. We have some catching up to do.” His eyebrows raised up and down for a minute, my face going red at his insinuation. That seemed to do it, both of them making a disgusted face before marching towards the door, Peeta still wobbling on his new leg. 

I gave Katniss another kiss on the cheek as she passed, then gave Peeta one as well. “You need some help getting home?” I asked him, keeping my voice low so as not to embarrass him. Haymitch cut in again before he could answer. 

“It’s across the street, sweetpea, he’s fine. What’s not fine is the fact that my daughter isn’t in bed and I’m not alone with my wife.” I smacked him on the chest as walked past me, toting our girl off to bed. 

Peeta gave me a soft, sad smile. “I’ll be okay, Y/N. Thank you for dinner.” I nodded at him, patting him on the cheek like a mother would. “Goodnight, Twyla! Have sweet dreams!” He called up to her, Haymitch nearly up the staircase. I peeked as she let out a squeak, burying her head into Haymitch’s shoulder, earning a laugh out of me. 

“I’ll stop by tomorrow, help you get settled.” I promised him, closing the door softly behind him, Katniss already opening the door to her own house. I waved at the girl, which she returned. 

Haymitch waited for me on the couch as I cleared the kitchen, nursing his drink. I fell into his side once I was done, snuggling up to him and breathing in the scent of sandalwood and something else that indicated he’d been in the Capitol. His arms went around my shoulders, pulling me closer and setting down his drink. 

“I’m glad you’re home. Thank you for keeping your promise.” I said, finger tracing circles on his chest. He made a low noise, humming at me.

“You gonna adopt the Mellark boy too?” he asked, a lightness to his voice that wasn’t usually there when he returned from the Capitol. I rolled my eyes, looking up into his. 

“He needs someone. His family ain’t worth shit, you know that.” He sighed, nodding briefly. “Plus I think his mom isn’t going to show her face when I’m around. I might have made a comment about tossing her in the bakery oven.” Haymitch raised his brows before letting out a deep, rumbly chuckle. 

“Serves her right.” He said, hand going under my chin to tilt my head, bringing his lips in to leave a teasing kiss that was able to pull a low moan out of me. 

I pulled back before things got too heated. “What about the discussion?” I asked, Haymitch letting out his own groan at my cockblock. 

“I’ll tell you all about it in the mornin’, just wan’ you now.” He slurred, chasing the kiss I pulled away from. I let him, our mouths moving in sync, limbs becoming intertwined as he lifted me to put me on his lap. I stripped off my shirt, then his, then our pants and underwear, watching as his face darkened with lust and love. 

I ran my hands up his chest, leaving love bites down his neck as he lined himself up, entering me in a swift motion. It felt like coming home, a deep moan coming out of both of us between breathless kisses. 

“So fuckin’ perfect. My sweet little wife. All alone while I was gone, takin’ such good care of my baby.” 

I shivered at his words, bouncing on his lap as I lost myself in the pleasure of it all. He took my hands in his, intertwining them as he angled himself to hit the perfect spot inside of me. 

It wasn’t drawn out, never had been between us. We’d always felt like there was no time, only fleeting moments of pleasure before the floor was dropped under us. 

After a few thrusts and several quieted moans and groans between us, stars lined my eyelids, Haymitch not far behind. 

“I love you, Y/N” He said, eyes shining with utter care and love. My forehead met his, “I love you, Haymitch.” Our breaths intertwined as our bodies came down, forming one solid unit. 

Whatever came next, whatever repercussions of the games came to haunt us, couldn’t ever tear the lining of our souls away, which only held one thing. 

Haymitch and Y/N. 

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SEASON ONE RECAP

e1- Pilot- The brothers are back together because dad is missing. They hunt a Lady in White before Sam's girlfriend Jess gets the Winchester Woman Special. (🔥)

e2- Wendigo- It's Wendigo season at Blackwater Ridge (like it is every 23 years) and the boys need to Winchester Woman Special him good. (🔥)

e3- Dead in the Water- A drowned boy causes trouble for lake town by drowning off family members of the folks who killed him. Dean gets a kid sidekick and a smooch from a MILF!

e4-  Phantom Traveler- Demon on a plane! Dean faces his fear of flying so the boys can face their first demon!

e5- Bloody Mary- Bloody Mary goes after secret murderers before the boys give her a taste of her own medicine! Sam misses Jess.

e6- Skin- A Skinwalker takes on Dean's appearance when Sam goes back to visit some old college friends! Always kill your double!

e7- Hook Man- Preacher's daughter with insane Christian guilt accidently commands a hook-handed spirit to kill. The boys sort it out sorority style.

e8- Bugs- The boys are bugged by insected when some realtors build on cursed land. But they bring a family closer together!

e9- Home- Homeward bound to see their own lady on fire (mama dearest) who saves their hydes from a poltergeist! They just miss papa, John, though.

e10- Asylum- Helpful spirits in an asylum freak everyone out while trying to keep a creepy surgeon's evil spirit at bay. Ends with a call from Dad?

e11- Scarecrow- Super spooky scarecrow is a pagan God killing couples for a good harvest and the town loves it! (Wack) Sam splits off momentarily to find Dad but instead meets Meg (a demon!).

e12- Faith- Rita from Dexter and a Reaper! Oh my! A faith healer is swindled by his own wife in this one and Dean is saved in more ways than one.

e13- Route 666- The boys take care of a racist truck driving spirit in this episode! Dean hooks up with an old girlfriend he used to love.

e14- Nightmare- A telekinetic kills his abusive family then himself as Sammy's premonitions get more intense. Sam also moves something with his mind!

e15- The Benders- Humans kidnap Sam then attempt to hunt the boys for sport when this messed up family crosses paths with our boys.

e16- Shadow- Meg the demon tricks the boys into inviting their father to Daeva country. They agree they ought to split up again for safety and to find the demon that killed their mom and Jess.

e17-  Hell House- A Tibetan thought form, or Tulpa, becomes a problem for the fellas when everyone believes different things about the thing!

e18- Something Wicked- A Shtriga (child eating witch) is terrorizing the kids in a town by playing doctor and Dean goes all super brother!

e19- Provenance- Bust out your best suits, it's auction time when an expensive painting hosts the ghost of a child who keeps killing whoever owns it.

e20- Dead Man’s Blood- Vampires are real and they killed a hunter so now Papa John is back and the boys are so happy! They also get The Colt, a gun that can kill pretty much anything supernatural.

e21- Salvation- The Winchesters have a trace on the demon that killed their mom and Jess but Meg splits them up and makes John go find her while the boys save another family from flames. John is captured in our first to be continued episode!

e22- Devil’s Trap- The boys meet up with Bobby for some help and are able to exorcise Meg back to hell. They also learn how to make demon traps! They find John but he is possessed by the yellow eyed demon (the one who killed their mom and Jess) and the boys face a tough choice but ultimately let the demon go so their dad could live. Ends with a cliffhanger of the Winchesters being hit by a big truck! Dun dun dun!

SEASON TWO RECAP

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