#this is awful but the noice i let out was not human

[were--ralph]

[lfc21]

Work stress

A relationship. That was the one thing any girl urged to have, something that was worth the world. A relationship was a bundle of love between two people who have the possibility and power to take on the universe as one. No one needs the big dates with fancy clothes and expensive drinks but it dosent hurt to have the odd few, does it? You where in awe of kostas and had no doubt in your mind that this wouldnt be something to make countless memories from. The days together where yours to decided upon and create with love and affection. None of this was planned but it held such spontaneous beauty and lust.

Today was a normal day - work, work even more and than slightly more work. Kostas hated how much you worked even though he knew how much you truly adored it. You and kostas had very similar aspirations in life and alot of them spawned from your careers. Kostas was a world and a half away from understanding what you do at work but he was always there to support and appreciate you.

"Hey love" you shouted from your office as you heard the large door shut with a bang. It was around 4 o'clock which ment kostas would be eager to get home from training, probably flying around every bend in sight upon the roads in Liverpool.

"Hello" kostas shouted back kicking off his trainers and sending them flying into the white wall (even after you warned him black marks up and down the walls was not a good look). You had no reply, your head was face first into a large book about the history of Channel. Your job to you seemed like a luxury, spending time with fashion and creating the most incredible and stylish pieces but kostas thought you spent most of your time in the pits of hell trying to think off fashion that hadn't been done before and couldn't figure out how you where ever so creative. You heard heavy footsteps running up the stairs in a hurry to reach your presence.

"There you are" kostas mumbled as he saw your small frame sat on the chair through the door frame. Your head looked up from your seat looking at the man upon your eyes. Even a few hours caused your heart to break and miss every action from the human you urged to be around.

"Hi" you mumbled with your face planted onto the palm off your hand, now copying over notes onto your laptop. Kostas's body made a straight beeline to your presence and guided his hands onto your delicate shoulders. His chin came into contact with your shoulder, inhaling ever comforting sent from you. Your head rested onto the side of his as the idea of his safety fell into your wants within your head. His warm skin was delicate on yours creating the most perfect creation of protection and intimacy.

"Are you finishing work soon?" Kostas asked with mumbles whilst his lips softly found your neck in a mission to distract you from work.

"Erm I think so give me an hour" you replied back trying to work out why half of your work team had decided to discard any idea of effort. Your team hadn't ever been this bad before. One day was spent working from home and the rest was in the office and not one of those days had they ever left you to do everything on your own.

"An hour?!" Kostas asked with a very high pitched tone due to the idea of 60 minutes without any attention from you.

"Yes an hour" you sternly said trying to get your point across whilst your eyes scanned down your contact list to find out what was going on in the place you where known to call work.

"Urrrrrrgh" kostas shouted throwing his head back in annoyance whilst looking at the huge window in your office showing the garden you both learnt to love as your own.

"Not my fault" you mumbled putting your phone against your ear letting the annoying noice run through your ear. Kostas didn't know who you where ringing and he didn't really care all he wanted was your attention and that was the last thing he was getting. Your phone finally stopped ringing and you where greeted with a very drunk and rather annoying work colleague.

"Are you for real?" You said down the phone furious at the fact someone you had hired was beginning to sack of there job to get drunk on a Thursday night. She hadn't been working with you for long, but she definitely had potential to become some what of an amazing talent but in your standards this was pathetic.

"Seriously I can't believe you, your supposed to he working" you sternly replied to her slurred words and clear lack of understanding. Kostas turned around to look at your annoyed face on the wooden desk. For the life of him he couldn't understand who had drove you mad this much.

"Ring me in the morning when your speaking sence" you replied back ending the phone call and throwing the phone onto your desk in anger. Kostas's eyes fell onto your phone and back to you with your hands in your hair wanting to pull it out.

"Who? And what was that about?" Kostas asked in shock at the sudden outburst. You looked over to him in disbelief letting out a small chuckle as you couldn't understand what was going on.

"Someone who clearly can't get there head out of drinking all night and caring more about going out than making a career" you blurted out whilst kostas wondered over to you gesturing you to stand up. You stood up not really understanding why until he pulled you down onto his lap with his large hands rested onto your hips. You turned to look at him whilst his eyes glued onto yours showing nothing but love, his love was your nutrient and it was all you could ever think about.

"I think you should tell them to fuck off" he said whilst placing his hand onto the side of your neck and guiding your lips onto his. That's all you wanted. His lips where on yours creating the most perfect mixture of love and lust.

"I'm gonna" you replied back looking at him with your hands running through his pushed back blonde hair. His hands ran up and down your back feeling every inch of your warm addicting skin.

"That's my girl" he replied back sending your cheeks to fall into a colour of redness at his pleasant words.

I hope you enjoyed this! This was a request from the amazing writer @kostasstsimikass definitely read her writings they are unreal! Please leave feedback and requests as they are greatly appreciated.

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[bjornswoman]

Goddess

Requested by none.

Author's note: Hey guys! I hope you like this one! Also, thank you so much for your support! About the gif I have chosen, I can't really decide if it's suitable or not but I loved it. I decided ro post this one today due to Valentine's day. I personally hate this day, but have a ggod day you all lovebirds out there! Happy Valentine's day to all of you!

Pairing: Hvitserk x Reader.

Genre: Romance, angst, drama, fluff.

Summary: People talking a lot about Hvitserk's woman and that's not you.

Warnings: Jealousy.

You laid on your bed exhausted from this day. You prayed to the gods for it to end. All day you were finishing some of the last works that had to be done before the winter comes. The warriors would come back too from their trips. They left the spring and came back summer. Then all winter people was talking about their trips and raids. Your heart was pounding to your chest every day and night. You missed him. The man you loved. Prince Hvitserk. The third son of king Ragnar Lothbrok. You were a common woman. The dauter of a farmer. Well, a dead farmer. You were all alone, with no family to care about. The person you cared about was Hvitserk. You were praying to all the gods for him to come back.

You had listened men on the market talking about your beloved prince. Well, not exactly for him, but for one succeed raid. A wanderer spread the word around Kattegat. You couldn't be happier, but that wasn't the only thing he said. He said that the young prince Hvitserk had found himself a woman, a foreigner. That broke your heart but you were happy for him. You knew that you weren't the woman he deserved. You had your fun, he had his fun with the most women of Kattegat, but he told you that all that stopped when he met you ans laid for first time with you. You loved this guy and you had to be, you were, happy about he and his new woman, but you needed some time, that you took. You were laying on this bed after a month and you were still praying for he and his brothers to come back safe and sound.

You slept peacefully, dreaming about a happy life married with Hvitserk and having a lot of children running around your house. Hvitserk was eating and you were holding your youngest child on your hands. He was happy seeing all those little beasts running hear and there. That dream was coming to you every night. It was a good dream but in some ways it was bad too. It hurt you because you could never have this live that you were dreaming about.

The next morning people cheered about the ships that finally were on the dock. Men came out of there and they reunited with their wives, children, mothers and fathers. You had none to reunite with. You just smiled ear to ear when you spotted Hvitserk from far. You saw that he and also his brothers were healthy, they were all standing and that made you smile even more than before.

You had already found all that things you needed and you retrieved back to your favorite spot, you little farm. You took care of your little house and some slaves that you treated them like your family, not your property. You loved them and they loved you back. They about the prince and your relationship with. It wasn't a secret.

He jumped out of that ship and his eyes run impatiently around just to find a familiar face, but he didn't found you. He frowned. You had always been there since he told you that he stopped seeing other women and you were the only one inside his heart, you were kind of together, but it wasn't official, not even to you. You both didn't know what it was that. You met at nights when everyone was sleeping or doing other things and laid together all night and when the sun came out you left him alone or he did it to you. It was just how things happened, but he wantes more. He needed you more. He needed you the bright hours of day when the sun was up. He had the night under the light of the moon, but he wanted you every single time of the day. That was kind of impossible, you had your jobs on your farm and he was messing around with his brothers doing what a prince do, when he did.

"Are you looking specifically for someone?" Sigurd mocked him and he frowned even more. He didn't like his brothers talking about you or talking to you. It just took out of him his jealousy, that it was kind of fun. You didn't have many chances to see him angry, he was always so flirtatious, but you liked him just the way he was and he liked you back. "I mean about that farmer of yours." He continued and Ubbe looked at him, like he was warning Sigurd stop talking. That last days he was more annoying than usual. He wasn't mean just to Ivar, like always, but he opened his mouth about his other brothers too. Hvitserk didn't mind him talking about himself but talking about you wasn't okey with him. He was about to attack him but Ubbe stopped him by pulling him away from Sigurd and closer to him.

"Just don't get bothered by Sigurd. You should be bothered about that woman of yours. (Y/N). Why isn't she here? Just go find her or first we should find out what's going on here and then you have all the time to spend with (Y/N)." Ubbe spoke to him smiling and Hvitserk did the same. He was dreaming about you every night too. Your hair, your eyes, your laugh, everything about you. Your name was music to his ears, not the music that Sigurd played.

You continued your jobs. Your clothes, face, hands, all of you were covered in dirt and mud. You didn't want to stop, you were far behind to stop. All that worry about Hvitserk left behind, but you didn't regret it. Hvitserk was worth it.

Everyone was talking about his new woman and why they hadn't seen her. Even your thralls were talking about her. Some people were saying that she was so beautiful, like no woman in all Norway. They said that her eyes were the most beautiful eyes that a human being had. They even said that she was a goddess or one of the Valkyries. You couldn't be compared to that woman. You could be compared to a goddess or a Valkyrie or even a princess.

Your hands wasn't soft like the hands that princesses or daughters of earls had. Your hands hurt and they were rough. The works your had to do to your farm wasn't allow you to have soft hands. You worked hard for your leaving and your slaves leaving. You could free them like you did to the most them. You didn't want to have people as property. You had only the closest ones. The only ones you needed their help.

When the night came, you laid to that bed of yours again, as exhausted as the day before this one, but a loud noice didn't let you sleep. Someone had entered your house. Your slaves listened it too. They were up. You motioned them to stop, you could handle this one. You would protect them, as a good master would do. You took an old sword that belonged to your father and has ready to attack whoever had entered here. The man beat easily. You were an awful fighter, you were no shieldmaiden, yoh were just a farmer. You weren't like Lagertha and that man wasn't just a man. That man was Hvitserk. He looked at the old sword on his hand and thenback at you, who stood up quickly.

"That old thing can't do nothing. I'll give you a new one, a sharper one, little shieldmaiden." He said playfully and a smirk was formed on his face. He dropped the sword on the ground, you took it on your hands and placed it where it was in the first place.

"I'm not a shieldmaiden and you know it. I'm just a farmer, my prince." You spoke softly. He was facing your back, so he couldn't see your eyes. You had never called him my prince, you had always called him just Hvitserk and listening to you calling him that was strange. He frowned in confusion. Something was going on for sure, now he know it too. First, you weren't on the docks to greet him, like any other time and now you were calling him your prince and not by his name. He stepped closer to you and turned you around so he could face you.

"Dismiss them. I need to talk to you, (Y/N)." He spoke and you did as he said by nodding at them. They did the same and they left you two alone. You turned to him again and waited for him to say something. You wanted him to leave. It was more painful to see him standing before you, wanting to say something to you.

"What is it, my prince? Did I do something wrong?" You muttered and he was furious now at you. He didn't understand what was happening. The only thing he could think about your change was that yiu had found another man.

"What's wrong with you?" He yelled and grabbed your arm, your eyes stuck there, on his hand on yours. He was angry, out of his mind. It was one of that rare moments that his jealousy was taking over him. "How is he? Tell me, I want his name. I want a name!" He yelled and you frowned. You were the one who couldn't understand him now. How could he thing such a thing about you, when he was the one who was about to marry another woman that people were talking about her like she was Freya? "Is he better than me right? What an idiot I am! Of course he is! I had always known you deserve someone worthy, not me, but doesn't mean that a can accept it, (Y/N)." He looked hurt. You had never seen him like that before. His hand left from your arm and placed to your cheek. He caressed it softly, like it was the most precious thing in Midgard. Something was off about all this.

"How can you say things like that? Do you think I have found another man? That's impossible Hvitserk! That's impossible when you are stuck in my head! You can't say things like that when you are the one who brought back that woman that everyone is talking about her like she is a goddess!" You yelled and let hot tears stream down your cheeks. He frowned again. He hadn't brought any woman back. He hadn't laid eyes on any woman there where he went. You were the only woman that he wanted. That things about that woman were just rumors. He wanted only woman and she standing before him, crying because of him. That scene broke his heart.

His hands moved to both your cheeks and his thumb wiped away your tears. You opened your eyes and saw his green eyes, that you loved so much.

"No, there is no other woman. You are the only woman for me, (Y/N). When we were in those cities I was thinking only about you, I was even dreaming you. You are my goddess, (Y/N). There is no other woman for me. I can repeat you that every day." He spoke and you smiled at him. He dared to smile too. He formed just a little smile. "But I took something back from the raids." He spoke. He didn't let you ask. He pressed his soft lips on yours and kissed you passionately after a long time ago. You missed this kiss. You missed him. His hands wrapped around your waist and you jumped, wrapping your legs around his torso.

"Will you show me?" You asked him, when you pulled away and your foreheads were pressed together. He smiled, he didn't answer. He started walking to you chamber and when you were there, he placed you to your bed and he came on top of you. You thought that he would kiss you, but he didn't. He left from you and laid next to you. You tried to understand what he was up to, because he was plotting something. He had that face, that mischievous face. You narrowed your eyes to him. "What is it? Hvitserk you are scaring me!" You screamed and he laughed. He kissed your mouth again the same way as before and when he pulled away, he placed a ring on your face. It was a strange ring. It had jewels on it. It was beautiful. You looked at it frowned and confused. You didn't know what to think. He wasn't doing what was on your mind. "What-what is this?" You asked speechless. You could form a single word. You just couldn't, that caught you off guard, but that was Hvitserk. He had always been doing the unexpected. He laughed.

"I am asking you to marry me, silly girl." He spoke and before he could even end his saying, you kissed him. You were on top of him kissing him. You didn't expect this. You dreamed of it too many times, but never thought that it would actually happened some day. "I think that's a yes, isn't it?" He asked when you pulled away and you smiled widely and nodded.

"It is." You spoke and he smiled back to you, before he pressed his lips on yours again.

He was finally and officially yours and you his.

[slimyficgirl]

Funny ((Elonix Reader))

You didn’t visit Metro District often, but today was a special occasion. A brand spanking new Korean BBQ had just opened up in The area, and you and your friends planned to eat and eat until you couldn’t eat anymore. So, here you were, walking through the area with a smile on your face as you tapped away at your phone, checking your GPS. You were approaching the restaurant, and as you did you noticed shrill, fangirlish screams coming from right across the street. Glancing up, you saw something surprising.  Standing across the street, surrounded by screaming fans and bodyguards, were 5 freakishly tall, robotic young men in black sailor-esque uniforms. Each had a different colored theme and all were thriving off the attention. You knew them, of course. How could you not? There was the white haired leader, Rin, the red Mohawked bad boy, Zimelu, the cool blue haired Purl-Hew, the sweet and innocent Haym, and the green funny boy, Eloni. They made up the extremely popular robot boy band, 1010, ran by their manager, a war veteran called Neon J. You would call yourself a fan, sure, but not a big one. That being said, you’d tell anyone who asked that your favorite member was Eloni, which usually surprised people. The poor guy wasn’t that popular, but you? You loved funny guys.  Still, no way in hell were you a big enough fan to care much for the apparent meet and greet going on right now, and especially not enough to spend that sort of money just to get a ticket. Your 200 buckeroos was going to the best meal you’d have all year. Good trumps pretty robo boys, hands down.  And yet, you found your gaze lingering on the tall men. Which they noticed, each pausing from their smiles and waves to strike a pose and give you a flirtatious wink. You felt your face start to burn and you tried awkwardly to laugh it off. They were just..programmed to be like that, so you really shouldn’t think much of it. Then Eloni, the absolute mad lad, DABBED at you. Unable to stop yourself, a loud laugh wheezed out of you and, unknown to you, the green haired boy froze and glanced at you again, his already flowing cheeks beginning to glow brighter as your laughter continued. Zimelu noticed this too and snickered, gently elbowing his brother in the side, which Eloni swatted away with a flustered face. Your phone binged and grabbed your attention though, and you pulled it out of your pocket. Your friends would be there in a few minutes, thank god. 

Y/N DEMANDS FOOD IN THE MOUTH HOLE!  With nothing else to do, you just..standing there, fiddling on your phone as you waited. It was strange to see someone from Cast Tech district over here, so Neon J had to wondered if you were here for the meet up. So..he called out to you, “Excuse me, Soldier! At you here for the meet and greet?” His voice caught you off guard and you fumbled with your phone, barely able to keep from dropping it. You looked up at him with a startled expression, eyes wide. The boys were signing autographs now, but were glancing at you expectantly, especially Eloni.  He’d...really liked your laugh..  “I-I, uh, no! I’m just waiting to eat with some friends! Thank you though for checking!” You replied, embarrassed at the strained sound to your voice. This was just...incredibly awkward. They all seemed surprised and you shifted uncomfortably under their gazes, only relaxing when the deep voice of your friend Mel filled the air.  “Hands, touching hands,  reaching out, touching me,  TOUCHING YOU! SWEET CAROLINE!”  As if filled with some primal instinct long forgotten in the human race, you let out a loud, “ BAH BAH BAH!” Which told your friends that you were nearby, causing them to laugh. Eloni laughed too. Hard. Neon J looked between his least popular-among the fans-son and you, a thought forming in his screen of a head. As this went on, a group of girls who had gotten their autographs and photos broke from the group, heading towards the BBQ. They bump past you and snicker before pausing to hold the door open as your friends Mel, Lee, and Sunny finally join you outside the restaurant. 

"Losers first~“

What...sort of power play was this? What did they expect to gain from it. Your back was turned to the boy band but the bristling you felt from their direction told you they didn’t much appreciate their fans’ rude attitudes. You glanced at Mel, who just shrugged, bowed, and held out a hand. “M’friend.” You snorted a laugh and took his hand, “Thank you, My good sir~”

And then the two of you just waltzed inside. Literally. You waltzed.

While the fans watched with confused, judging expressions, Eloni could be heard just WHEEZING with laughter. Neon J stared at his robot son with a tilted head. This event had turned out to be more interesting than he’d expected.

After you ate yourself nearly sick, not regretting a damn second of it by the way, you left with your three friends. Each of you walked sluggishly, a food coma most definitely in your futures as you left the BBQ. Outside, the meet and greet was just starting to wrap up, and Neon J, who had been waiting for you to leave, motioned to Eloni once you had. With a slight grin, his cheeks glowing brighter yet again, the giant robot strode over until he was towering before you, fidgeting slightly. You craned your neck up at him, eyes wide. What..was going on? Eloni glanced over at the other members of 1010, who gave him an encouraging salute, which you didn’t even know was a thing. Taking a deep breath, Eloni spun in a circle and struck a pose as you watched in a mixture of awe and anxiety.

“Baby, you outshine everything around you.”

You froze, the only noice managing to come out of you was a whispered ‘HHHHH’ while your friends stifled their laughter behind you. What was going on??? Okay, sure, you...maybe..sort of...kind of...imagined something like this happening before, but you never had BBQ sauce on your face then, and you’d never thought it would actually happen! Eloni was looking to you for a response, and you quickly glanced away, using your sleeve to wipe the remaining sauce off your mouth. “I...thank...yoooou?” “I’m Eloni. What’s your name, beautiful?”

HHHHHHHHHHHH.

”I...I know, I...” How do words? What is talking? You were definitely malfunctioning and Sunny could practically see the internet explorer loading spinner over your said, so she gave you a gentle nudge. “I-I mean, I know! You’re kind of my favorite member of Ten Ten! I’m Y/N....h-hi.” As you spoke, the unsure smile on his face grew until he was practically beaming down at you. “I am?” Oh god, he was so excited. That was so cute...”Y-Yeah.” You’d even tried writing him fan mail before, but..you were so awkward, and it always sounded awful when you read it back to yourself, so the letters always sound up getting burned instead of mailed. Eloni crouched down slightly so he was more to your level, “Then would you like to take a photo?”

A photo with your favorite celebrity? And it was FREE? No way were you turning that down!

Your own sheepish grin forming, you pulled your phone out of your pocket and Eloni plucked it from your hands. With his free hand, he held your waist and pulled you closer, so your cheeks pressed together while he took the photo. He was really warm, which made sense because...robot.

Don’t pass out, don’t pass out, don’t pass out. Fainting during a time like this is SO not cool!

Grinning, he let you go, messed with your phone, and then handed it back to you with a wink. “Thanks for the honor, baby. I hope you grace me with your presence again soon~” HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. You could only manage to nod before he walked away, you

face feeling like it was on fire. The boy band packed up their things, climbed into their limo, and drove off. You just stood there, your brain fried as Sunny glanced over your shoulder at your phone.

“Hey, so, he just gave you his phone number.”

[cl-01-kestis]

My Little Rebel - Inquisitor!Cal Kesits x Female Rebel!Reader | Part 1

Summary: You’re a Rebel who stays the night in Kashyyyk after a long day of fighting and unfortunately fall victim to the new Inquisitor after not minding your own business.

This is my first fic on here, I hope you like it :)

Warnings: None

(Gif is not mine)

The night was creeping in on the planet of Kashyyyk, the shadows were pouring in from every corner and only candle lit lamps kept the small towns and Wookie-owned homes alive. The nightlife was alive, as well as dangerous human eating plants and animals that wouldn’t hesitate to tear you into bits. You had to be careful when it was night on Kashyyyk, not even the Wookiee’s went out into the forests this late.

Within one of the many towns and small villages of Kashyyyk, you were staying for the night in a local tavern with many of your Rebel friends. It was the night of the domination over the Empire’s base on Kashyyyk nearby where you were staying, the Rebel’s rescue attempt was successful as many Wookiee’s were freed from the Empires grasp and used to attack and overthrow the base. This was the reason you were in a tavern; inside a pub and getting drunk as you could get to celebrate. It wasn’t your ideal way to celebrate something so dangerous and where many people lost their lives, but you drank to them and drank to the Rebellion. You didn’t get as drunk as your Rebel friends next to you, gulping down whatever they were given and their faces turning rosy and flushed as the alcohol began to take effect.

It took a while to get to your camp for the night, you preferably didn’t want to barge into a Wookiee’s home and sleep in the same room as they did, you felt that it was a bit rude and unnecessary; so you simply set up a camp and got yourself comfortable. Not only that, you had your own space as well and you could change out of your rebel clothes - which you had on all day - and give yourself a wash before slipping into your pyjamas and getting a well deserved rest. You waved goodnight to your Rebel battalion, kissing your friends on the cheeks and hugging them tightly before bidding them farewell and slipping into the shadows of the little village, passing the rest of the houses which were filled to the brim with Rebel guests and Wookiee’s who laughed and shared drinks and jokes. You smiled watching the different scenes of friendship unfold and stuffed your hands in your combat pockets, your boots scuffing the concrete slab pathway which led to the outskirts of the city; where many other Rebel tents were set up and had small little lamps lit up inside of them, shadows of silhouettes showing up against the lit up tents of Rebel’s either sleeping or sitting up with other people and chatting.

You approached your tent, fatigued by the fighting from earlier today and wanting nothing more than to lie in your tent and drift off into a wonderful sleep. The night life was very present, strange noises and chirps of either birds or small critters surrounding the tents but also keeping a distance. As you approached your tent - which was kindly set up by one of your friends - you heard a noice just as you were about to unzip the entrance. Vexed, you froze and stood up straight, looking out to the forest ahead of you which was situated right next to the camp of Rebels. No one else seemed to be awake or out of their tents, you felt endangered and almost felt like a deer in headlights as another sound made its way to your hearing. The sound of twigs snapping and footsteps caught your attention, looking up to a fallen over tree which was absolutely massive and taking a few curious steps towards it. Your breathing was rapid, eyes fixated on what was ahead of you as you crouched slightly, body preparing for something to leap out and grab you as you approached the tree and looked behind you, making sure no one was around to tell you off as you slid underneath the gap between the thick tree and the ground, entering the forest in a hurry to reveal the beautiful nature and plantation of the planet.

The air was thick around you, the humidity compared to the other side of the thick trees was almost overbearing and made you want to turn on your heel and get the hell out of there. But something in the distance, a cloaked figure, completely caught you off guard and made you duck the moment your eyes landed on it. Your whole body was tense, you crawled to the nearest place where you couldn’t be seen but you weren’t very good at keeping quiet, it wasn’t exactly one of your specialties. The dark figure in the distance turned its head, revealing a visor in the shape of a line, it was illuminated red and stuck out like a sore thumb against the forest which was full of darkened browns and greens. Your breath hitched in your throat, turning your head around to look away from the masked figure and focus on hiding yourself more. You shimmied to the side, your back hitting the back of a large tree and next to a few bushes where a few creepy crawlies lurked.

Your whole body was tense as you heard approaching footsteps, walking over more rubble which caused more snaps and made your heart beat just that little bit faster. You tried to calm your breathing as the figure got closer and closer, visor shining and covering any sign of humanity or whatever the figure was. Now, standing above you on another fallen tree, was an Inquisitor. The Sith’s little pawns who’s job was to pick off remaining Jedi, or take down rebel groups.

Your heart dropped the moment you saw the Imperial mark on the Inquisitors shoulder, eyes wide and mouth open in shock as you didn’t dare move in case you were killed on the spot.

“Well well well” The Inquisitor smirked, a deep, growl tearing its way through the speaker of the black helmet, revealing a male voice full of amusement and curiosity. All you could do was look at him. “What’s a little rebel like you doing away from the rest of her people? It’s dangerous out here, you know” The Inquisitors voice was sadistic, you could tell he was smiling underneath his helmet and you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. You didn’t reply, you were too afraid to even do anything and felt completely helpless sitting underneath the Inquisitor.

The Inquisitor chuckled, jumping off the fallen tree and right next to you, startling you and causing a gasp to leave your parted lips. The Inquisitor found this clearly funny, once again laughing before crouching down right next to you, helmet inches away from your face.

“Don’t talk much? I didn’t think I was that scary” He joked dryly, but you didn’t even break a smile, not even the corners of your lips curved up. You just sat, shivering in fear.

“Alright then, say, you’re pretty cute, I wouldn’t want to waste such a pretty face by killing you” The Inquisitor said in a taunting voice, looking down at his lightsaber which was strapped to his belt as if to scare you even more for his entertainment. Your eyes widened and this caused you to shuffle back, the exact reaction he wanted from you.

“Calm down, I’m not going to hurt you, there’s nothing to be afraid of” The Inquisitor said, his voice now reassuring and almost verging on comforting as he reached a hand out. You leaned as far back as you possibly could without pulling a back muscle, your lip quivering as your eyes watched his hand closely.

“How can I not be afraid?” You finally said, voice feeble and hints of panic and distress. The Inquisitor sighed, pulling his gloved hand back and waiting a few moments before raising both of his hands up and placing them on his helmet. This bewildered you, you watched in somewhat amazement as the the Inquisitors helmet sprayed out cooped up pressure from the oxygen levels and the Inquisitor finally took it off his head, revealing one of the most, if not the most attractive man you’d ever seen.

The Inquisitor had firey red hair that reached past his ears that was messily parted. His eyes were yellow and glistened with mischief as he gave you a smirk and saw the blush on your face. His jaw was sharp, angled so perfectly it could probably cut glass. On the corner of his right jaw was a large scar, racing up to his mid cheek. Another scar was across his nose, again a pretty large one but for some reason it was oddly attractive.

“See? I’m just like you” Was what he said as you looked at him in awe, face hot as you looked away as felt a whiz of emotions tug at your insides. You weren’t sure what to do in this situation, an Inquisitor, practically the most dangerous person besides a Sith Lord, was standing in front of you and trying to comfort you, it didn’t make sense. On top of that you were also on opposite sides - he should’ve killed you by now.

“What’s your name?” He asked suddenly, breaking the cavalry of thoughts swirling inside your head and making you bite the inside of your cheek, taking a few seconds to think wether or not it’s worth telling him who you were. After looking at him and seeing that he wasn’t trying to trick you, you sighed.

“(Y/N)” You said blandly, voice still barely audible and laced with anxiety and stress, the Inquisitor smiled and nodded his head.

“What a nice name, I’m Cal” The Inquisitor stretched his hand out to you, you were hesitant to even think about touching him, nevermind talking to him. You slowly leaned forward and took his hand carefully, looking back to his face and seisng that he was watching you closely the entire time. You were stunned by his kindness, your mind buzzing with so many thoughts and questions, it almost gave you a thumping headache.

Cal smiled as you took his hand, his gold eyes shifting through every detail of your face and memorising them all within a matter of seconds. He kept a soft grip on your hand, hesitant to let go as you slowly got more comfortable around him and you didn’t feel as terrified as you did when you first saw him.

“Why haven’t you killed me, Cal?” You inquired, your voice growing more condfidence as your breathing got less heavy and slowed down a fair bit. Cal let out a soft and sweet chuckle, somehow it warmed your heart and made you blush as you watched the dangerous Inquisitor chuckle.

“I don’t have a reason to, like I said earlier, you’re cute as well, I think you’re too pretty to face such a fate” Cal answered. You didn’t know whether to feel offended or flattered, but you felt the smallest creep of a smile approaching and you tried your best to repress it in case Cal saw, but it was clear he could sense you were about to - I mean, he’s a force wielder after all, he senses things before they happen.

“T-thank you” You said, flustered as you looked away from the Inquisitor and letting go of his hand after realising you held it for so long. The feeling of his leather gloves were still on your fingertips, you wanted to feel it again but you didn’t let your hormones get in the way of your emotions.

“I hate to cut things short, but I need to get going now and you should too, before the Rebels know you’ve been gone for too long” Cal smirked, standing up and offering you his hand. You reluctantly took it, hoisting yourself up from the ground and patting yourself down whilst Cal still held your hand in his. You tried ignoring the strange sensations that were tingling deep within your chest, you tried ignoring the butterflies in your stomach as you looked back up to see Cal who’s eyes were now narrowed and staring at you like a piece of meat. You gulped, looking away from him and avoiding his intense stare before a gloved hand grabbed your chin and forced you to look back up at him.

“We’ll meet again my little rebel, don’t miss me too much, okay?” Cal smirked teasingly, leaning forward and pressing a kiss on your cheek which made you internally screech, eyes wide and cheeks ablaze with heat as he leaned back and raised a hand to hold your face. Cal started walking backwards, the smirk still purely visible on his face as he strayed further and further away from you before placing his helmet back on his head and running into the distance, out of sight and leaving you feeling more confused than you had ever been in your entire life.

What just happened?

[the-fandom-is-now-my-life]

Can I get some cute Poseidon or Thor headcanons with a childish reader as their wife and how they would fall in love? The reader can sometimes be happy go lucky to serious- kinda bipolar?

Poseidon

At the start he would hate it, the serious part of the personality was nice and sobering, but the childish part is not so appreciated

if you jump on him while he's holding something he would dodge you

" So your facade of a child was a mask…trying to attack me in such a reckless way. If so go all out"

" I don't know what are you talking about bro, but the only attack here is the attack towards my video"

"Eh?"

"Dude, we had a nice take… ok all again from the top!"

" Excuse you?"

Something that would attract him to you is craftiness when making pranks and he, somehow ending falling for them

" Just how do you do it"

" A̵̲̦̱͈̲̭͕̓̑̈́̚ͅņ̸̞̩̣͈̭͚̯̫̣̬̐̓͒ĩ̸̮͉͚̠̪͎͎͍͉̳͂͗́̄͠m̵̠͖̳͎͔̱̳͆̿̓͐̔̍̕̚͝a̴̢̼̺̟͎͖̤͒̈́͂͜l̴̡̞͙̓̅͐̇̂̽ ̴̭̻̘͇̑̓̉̄̔͑́͌̈́̓͘ị̸̯͙̞͕͊͆́̈́͘̕n̶̡͔͕͙͓̲͓̣̂̒́̿̇́̀͛s̵̹̱̏̒̾̀̓̕ţ̶̢͖̲͉̹̮͍͙͓̣̗̀̄͋́̒͐̾̿i̵̢̗̘̗͒̅͒̎̾͑͗͐͐̏̚ņ̴̟̞̠̮̭̮͐̀͜c̶̛̼̹̱͈̰̣͕͕̠̝̀̀̍́̎̃̈́̋̒̎̐̚ț̴̬̼͕̮͒͐͝"

"What are you even saying

"K̶̛̠͍͕̱͎̫̩̲̭ṋ̸̄̐͂̊̎̿́̕̕͠ͅḗ̷̞̱͍͎̺͙̼̮̅͐͂̈́͊̉̄̍e̶̡̧̖̬̻̮̯̰͖̪̯͝͠ĺ̸̝͚̼̳ͅ ̶̧̯̯̠̊ã̷̢̢̳̜̭͕̯͉̤͒̈́̇̍͘̕̕n̷̺̘̫͚͔͑̋̎̔͋̌̃̽̾͝d̸̢̰̺̹͓̞͇͉͚̠̀̋̂̈̄͜ ̵̩̟̈͆̊̾̒̇̐̒͝c̶̻͋̀͐́ȓ̵̟̜̻͎̣̟̲̙́͠͠ÿ̶̧̛͍̤̦̟̪͈̞̰͊̾̈͐̋̊͘͘ͅͅ ̷̢̗͚̀̈́̾ͅf̵̮̉́̿̋͗͑̍̀͝o̸̢̨̧̜̬̜̫̘͍͕̔̾̋̔̅̽̈́̾͆̀̓͜r̸̺͉͖̥̟̿͑͋͛͗ ̶̡̓y̴̨̝͉̤̐͆̉̒͂̌͌͐͋͆͝͝ǫ̵̢̨̖̜̟̮̣̞̺͖̝̎̾͂͋̓͗̈́u̶͔̤̲͒́͂́r̸̘͙̘̩͙̮̠̩̮͋͌̍̊͗͘ ̶̢̰̩̥̱̝̾̄͊́͠ǵ̵̮̈͗̄̀̉ỡ̵̡̧̡̪̘͓͖͇͎̭͈͖̍̅̆͛̈́̎d"

"Just talk normal"

Definitely your self-control

" I had this idea! But we need fire and…"

" No"

" But you didn't even hear me!"

" Heard enough to know this is a…"

" Great idea!"

" A disaster in the making"

* Sad god noice*

" You can eat ice cream if you cut it off"

* Happy god noice*

Most likely you proposed. He doesn't see the need to scream to everyone that you two are married but he will humor you if that is what you wish for, most likely the ceremony will be the two of you and a small reception

" C'mon, Poseidon, bottoms up!"

" If today wasn't my wedding I would have massacred you"

Thor

At the start he thought you were like Loki, all fidgety and easily excitable. But then when you get serious out of nowhere and you make such a stern face you look more like Odin but in less than a minute you are running around yelling about something

He would be unfazed if you jump on him while he's holding something

" Are you trying to replicate that human thing?"

" Yep! We are doing a competition with Loki to see who can record the most vines!"

" Is that why he asked for barbecue sauce?"

"That bitch"

usually he has a lot of free time so he can help you planning pranks or doing them. He learned a few things from Loki.

He catching feelings would happen after a while of you sticking around with him, most of the people who stay around him are interested in his strength and his protection more than anything, so you seeing more than that is a breath of fresh air.

" Just date already"

" Shut up loki"

If he proposes first he is going to approach you with a ring and put it on your hand and then leave

" Hey, Thor! How are you!"

"..."

"Mhm? What is this?"

"Bye"

" Eh? Don't leave! At least let me look me in the eye when I say yes "

If you propose he would mostly blush and nod

I'm very tempted to say that the two of you wear dresses for the wedding

" I already did that once, and that was enough"

" Look at things in the brightest way, you got your mjorning after all!"

" it scratched"

Loki gave you a Norwegian cat as a wedding gift

" It will help you with mice and pests! Thor also loveeee them, believe me. Hand it to him and see his face of happiness"

× ∆^∆ ×

" Thor, look at your son!"

"?"

" Look at him! Aww he wants to be carried by you! So cute"

" Keep that thing away of m-"

*Plop*

" Why did you fall? Does hurt somewhere? Aw muffins is in your chest, he loves you a lot!"

" I. Can't. Breathe"

" Muffins isn't that heavy! Dramatic!"

" air. Finally"

[treacherous-dwarf-of-the-seas]

I had a lot of Thoughts about the Steven Universe Future finale

It’s exactly a month after its premiere, but I still have a lot of feelings and I wanna organize my thoughts a bit so I can have them somewhere, perhaps for any future ideas I may have. I think I’m just gonna list my thoughts on the 4 individual episodes, the finale (and season) as a whole, etc. Overall, I liked most of it, but I’m gonna get a bit su critical because although I absolutely loved many things about this finale, Oh boy. Some things I downright Did Not. Spoilers ahead I guess, this is a long one. 

This is my favorite part of the finale by far. To me, it did almost everything right.

I loved picking up right after Fractured, and Steven’s expression and body language, *chef’s kiss*

Poor Jasper gets killed *twice*

Homeworld looks so good! It’s all gardeny and disorganized in a good way.

Purple pearl?

SPINEL’S BACK!!!

Edgy theories that spinel and the diamonds were a disaster waiting to happen (I agreed with these) were wrong and this makes me happy. 

Steven’s reaction to Spinel kissing him? Was a tad strange//

SO GOOD to see Spinel being mentally healthy and happy and while still being herself.

The Diamonds! Actually working to better themselves!

I love the idea of diamond powers “working in reverse”. Like, Yellow diamond can change bodies and destabilize bodies, Blue can change emotions for better or worse, White can take over others or let others in. Honestly the idea that Pink/Rose could bring random plants to life and basically heal anything always struck me as so overpowered and random. The context that she was a goddess of destruction that changed into a goddess of creation makes the concept make a bit more sense to me, I appreciate that. 

I’m so ambivalent about Yellow’s scene. 

Like, its so satisfying to see. The thing that everybody (including me) was complaining about was that the diamonds’ redemption did not change the millennia of shattered, corrupted and amalgamated gems and suffering they had directly caused. Its very nice to see them putting their money with their mouths are. There’s acknowledgement that redemption isn’t just saying sorry and being less of a dick than you were before, it’s also correcting past wrongs and making it up to the people who were hurt.

However, I’m not totally sold on the idea of healing every shattered gem and the cluster. Like, I guess it makes sense considering a shatter is just a crack that’s been finished, and cracks in gems can be healed. But I don’t think it should be as easy as it is, and in any case, it just feels like it cheapens the impact of shattering, and even the forced fusions when they were so impactful in the original show. I wish the healing could still be done, but in a way that respects how awful and impactful the harm was.

I totally understand Steven in the Blue Diamond scene. I had had mental health problems where my mom had just offered drugs instead of talking to me or trying to help in a way that showed she cared about the issue, so this scene hit a bit hard.

Blue gets a song!

White, by far, my favorite scene in all of Future. 

Spinel White, no joke, gave me nightmares. 

The little moment of Steven yelling at himself for being a diamond is exactly what I wanted and I needed so much more of it. 

Triggered by everything White Diamond does. *chef’s kiss*. I especially love the little subtle moment of looking uncomfortable and pushing away white’s fingernails.  

Finally seeing similarities between Steven and White is canon, though I wish it was more explored. 

THE HALLUCINATION

Zach Callison is Intense(TM). This man always goes so hard and deserves mad respect.

TOO BAD.

Intrusive thoughts being represented in this way is amazing.

I still wonder if White knows what happened. Can she read thoughts in that state? 

He used White Diamond’s power to go into her body, and then while in her body, used her power of possession to take over his own body to puppet himself? I actually love the twistedness of this concept. It shows how twisted Steven himself has become. It’s so much about self-harm, while also not being self harm? vengeful thoughts, intrusive thoughts, anger, just everything. This moment could take all day to analyze, and I think it is way more thematically relevant to Steven’s internal struggle than the corruption.  

Love that the diamonds were still willing to help and only seemed concerned after how Steven was acting. They have changed!

Fairy tale imagery, noice.

This one is odd in the best way.

My favorite scenes in anything with supernatural beings is when they look at their own eyes in the mirror and realize that it’s not human or changed from what they should be. The way this scene played out was in a way I’ve only seen in fanfiction, and I am Here for it. The horror on Steven’s face when he’s looking at his own appearance is just wonderfully done. 

Very uncomfortable that there is an actual painting of Steven as an angel in his own room. I love how it ties into this episode, but I genuinely feel uncomfortable that he was thought of in that way at all. 

The flat out denial that he had just done the things he had done simply by virtue of who he is, I love the idea that “Steven Universe” has become more of a concept/symbol to him rather than being his own name. It reminds me of his concept of his mother and how her name is more of a symbol to Steven than a person. I just love the subtle parallel. 

I love the fact that “toxic positivity” is being explored in this show. I never really see it being discussed, and in a show so centered on being honest about emotions, no matter how painful they are, its so wonderful that the protagonist’s main character flaw is the exact opposite, to the point of being forcefully happy and smiling and actively ignoring things going wrong. It really strengthens the message by showing the opposite extreme.

I love the recontextualization that is present in suf. The criticisms of Steven being “too happy” during the cluster arc, being strangely positive after Lars’ death, etc. Although it was uncomfortable when those episodes came out and those events were all but ignored, I’m happy that it is being addressed as this culmination of madness in Steven, being so forcefully happy that its obvious that those episodes weren’t trying to ignore the problems, Steven was. 

I’m also happy to see a genuine “hero complex” in a protagonist. (usually the term is used incorrectly to mean “anyone who is a hero who works too hard.”

Steven talking to himself in typical protagonist fashion. 

The crystal gems staging an intervention, good shit.

“Steven’s here to help. Steven help. Help Steven.” Not subtle, but I’m always a slut for the glitchy messages. 

The confession of his crimes, love that we get to see the gems react to that. 

The whole monologue. Once again, Zach goes hard. I love the manic energy and still the ending is so raw and broken. 

“Oh, don't worry! I fixed that too! I can fix anything. I can just keep messing up and fixing things forever, and you'll never have to know or think about any of it! How messed up is that? That I've gotten away with this for so long. You have no idea how bad I am.”

 It honestly feels like some projection? (Idk something to do with that). It feels like hes a little put out by the things he learned in Homeworld Bound. Like, maybe he feels the same way I do? That the diamonds got off too easy? Maybe it’s simply that hes put out that they’re getting better and he seems to be getting worse. Maybe even, into the worst parts of his mom? I mean from his perspective, his mother had reverse character development and went, in his mind, from a goddess to a petty teenager, to an actual monster. How upsetting would it be to see the galactic dictators who got to live, do so many awful things, worse things than her, and just get to make everything better, to the point of total reversal of their crimes, while pink just ran away and left steven to deal with the mess.While he had to deal with the aftermath of EVERYTHING. Everyone seems to just be okay with the diamonds now, the monsters he feared for so long, so how come he has to be the bad one? How come he has to be like them now? Maybe it’s even coming back to his whole theory that he’s just a reincarnated version of his mom. (I know that he knows it isn’t true, but old fears and old habits can come back during a manic episode, and he spent a long time thinking that he was just there to clean up his mom’s mess and thinking that he was her in disguise.) If you look at what he’s saying, it’s a little strange that he’s talking about how bad he is and how he messes up and then fixes the stuff and no one has to know. It doesn’t even sound like he’s talking about himself, not really.

This sounds like a hysterical realization of what being a diamond means for steven. This is better explained in this post here :https://pennylogue.tumblr.com/post/613441610438590464/steven-is-a-diamond-and-thats-okay . Like, he is panicking that being a diamond means that he can just destroy everything and just fix it like the other diamonds. It’s terrifying that he can just destroy anything and hurt anybody, and people will still worship the ground he walks on just by virtue of who he is. (This isn’t true, obviously, but after what had just happened with jasper, a terrified mind would latch on to that.)  

 Dude, I could just go on all day this monologue is just fascinating. 

Love the parallel of Connie’s “backpack butterflies” and Steve’s back exploding. Its like a subtle way to show that the thoughts are “suddenly swarming.”

Oh god. I’ve gotta be honest. I hated this one. But I’ll start off with things I liked. 

The general concept is okay, but I feel like it is not thematically consistent, which I will get into later. 

The moment when the gems tell Greg to leave, and he stamps his foot down saying he needs to be with his son, I like that it is very apparent that his stomp makes almost no sound or impact, which really shows how different Steven is from him, aka, his separation from his own humanity that has been building up. 

Connie being amazing as always. 

“Yoo hoo! Steven! Is this a bad time?”

Spinel’s entire thing, from her reaction to seeing pink godzilla to her thinking that she is the main villain of steven’s story. It reminds me of Peridot’s “leader of the crystal gems, traitor to homeworld” thing and it makes me so happy. 

“WHy is something like this always happening when we show up for a visit?” 

The ending. Jesus. Zach always goes so hard I don’t doubt he was actually sobbing. I wish I could have cried during this moment. 

I respect the message, that it’s not about fixing it, it’s about being there for the person struggling, and Steven wasn’t cured, he finally hit a breaking point. I understand that the problem was not “solved with a hug” as so many say.

I love that before I saw the episode I saw pics of Garnet being as big as the kaiju and actually said to myself, “Wow the heights really ARE inconsistent.”

I don’t like that Connie included herself as one of the people that depend on Steven. They are the healthiest relationship in the entire show and Connie is always there for Steven? sometimes even more than he can be there for her? Where is this coming from? She has literally always been there. Her calling everyone out did clear my skin and water my crops though. 

Also, where is Connie’s emotional resolution? Didn’ she go through alot of the same trauma as Steven?

I don’t think it’s unreasonable that a diamond, Steven, could corrupt themselves. It’s not necessarily a bad ending to have Steven be corrupted into a giant monster. However, I don’t think it’s the ending that was really built up to. The only real build up was the presence of “Wyrm boi” in the theme song, and that’s about it. It’s not as prevalent as eye symbolism and foreshadowing of someone (Steven or Connie) losing a hand or an eye.

The episode itself was 11 minutes long, and the monster was very underwhelming and way too quick. I feel like the emotions were too rushed, and although everyone else seemed to put in their emotional 2 cents, I feel as though Steven did not get the emotional climax that he really needed. 

Also why didn’t we have a sweet little moment of connection with Nephrite Jade/Centipeetle? Wouldn’t that have been such a bittersweet parallel? The whole “being there for Steven like he was there for us?” So where is she? 

There was so much imagery and thematic elements in both Steven Universe and Steven Universe Future, that did not build up to the kaiju monster in the way that it was.

The imagery with one eye, the eye patches, cat steven, the heterochromatic eyes with Onion’s doll, Cookie cat, split Steven, etc etc, most people have many many more examples. I feel like someone could have lost an eye, or maybe Steven could have had a corruption scar that left his eyes permanently heterochromatic. It also would have been thematically relevant to have Steven come out of this with more of a balance of his gem half and human half. This never really becomes relevant in “I Am My Monster.” His gem half turns him into a monster, his gem half helps him turn back. It’s nice that his gem and human family were there as support, but there was never a sense of balancing both sides of himself in the fact that they are there, as there are only two humans and mostly gems there, and this lack of balance and security with both parts of himself was one of the major themes throughout the series and one of the sources of Steven’s identity crisis. 

Connie is always a parallel to Pearls. Our Pearl and Pink Pearl. I wish something had come of that. (There are amazing comics that show her losing an eye like Pink Pearl, as it seemed to be foreshadowed in Open Book and Sworn to the Sword.)

This idea isn’t mine, but I’ve seen it done really well and I feel like it would have been a better ending than 10 minute godzilla monster. I wish I could have seen Steven split up again. I am personally fascinated with the otherworldly enigma that are Steven’s two halves, but I feel that that would have tied into the themes better and tied up more loose ends. By the end of the series, we don’t know Steven’s opinion on his mother, and last time we heard him mention her it was in a negative light. This is connected to Steven’s conflict within himself, his desire to understand his human side better, his fear of his power as a diamond, his insecurity and loneliness as a totally unique being. Homeworld Bound was the closest we got to seeing Steven talk to himself, and confront the two sides of himself. This was also the closest we’ve seen Steven come to being honest with the diamonds about how he really sees them. However, this ended with Steven hurting himself, (wanting to hurt White was a response to trauma as well as symbolically confronting his own diamond self), and running away. We never get to see the resolution to that conversation. We never see Steven accept that he is a diamond and that it isn’t necessarily a bad thing. Furthermore, Rose Quartz/Pink Diamond is not resolved. The negative character development took a huge toll on her character. Not only does the audience think of her as a terrible person, but the characters also forget her positive character development after hearing about all the mistakes of the past. Rose/Pink’s redemption arc still happened. I think it would have been fitting to remind us here, like all the other diamonds get their moment in this special. I feel like having Steven split up would tie up these loose ends. It would be a dramatic ending while also being a way for Steven to confront these issues within himself in a grounded way, while also making genuine peace with Pink Diamond. We could have Steven talking to himself, maybe starting out the way he did with White in Homeworld Bound, then steadily coming to terms with the sides of himself that he is afraid of, maybe how both sides help each other, how Pink Diamond is not a symbol of all that is wrong in his life, but just a person with flaws who was able to be better, like he can be better, too. This was touched on a little in Change Your Mind, but I would love to see Steven’s thoughts on Pink after the events of Fractured and Homeworld Bound, as there has to be some difference in perspective there. I feel that if Steven split into his components, these themes and ideas could be explored more and we could have a better climatic resolution for Steven’s character arc.  Even if Steven came out with no scars, even with both his eyes, the imagery and thematic elements would still be satisfactorily resolved if we got to see the two halves of Steven actually talk to each other. This also explains it better. https://scatterpatter.tumblr.com/post/615024679798915072/hmmmm-okay-so-i-just-watched-one-of-those-rose

Btw, if anybody has fanfiction recs with this concept, please hmu. 

I think I hate the kaiju ending because it seemed like such a waste of potential and didn’t really resolve any conflict besides functioning as a sort of breakdown.

The Future. aka: Welcome to another episode of Crying Breakfast Friends!

Boogle

The cookie cat rap. Pearl obviously kills it because she’s awesome and I was dying the entire time. 

Steven/Therapy is canon!

I like that Steven puts up a poster of Kerry Moonbeam in his room that he’s giving to his dad. It’s like he’s made peace with the whole “mr. universe thing” and it makes me happy to see that he’s not holding it against his dad or even avoiding the subject. 

I appreciate alot of little moments with the family while it still lasts.

It is genuinely like watching Crying Breakfast Friends. 

Steven gets to be “petty” with his emotions! He is finally honest with his family. I do appreciate the subtle resolution to his character arc (despite my opinions of the climax).

My favorite thing about Steven and Connie is that the fact that they are “canon” has basically always been true. Like, they’ve always loved eachother as best friends and they still do, it’s just that they get to kiss now. I absolutely love that its not a huge dramatic thing, its just Steven and Connie and they are otp for life. 

The fanfic potential is strong with this one. 

I wish I could have seen a therapy session or at least meeting the therapist. Maybe Steven walking into the office with his family behind him and its a moment of doing the first steps toward getting better.

But as is, this one is fine. 

Love the idea of a road trip with our little weirdo interacting with normies. 

Time to hit up Gravity Falls, lmao. 

TLDR:, the finale was good, but I did not particularly care for the climax. I am genuinely sad to see this show go. I was not a fan until I was already 18, but even after 5 years this show has taught me so much about self love, acceptance, tolerance, emotional honesty, etc. (I’ll probably do another post about it because holy shit this is long.) But this season, or epilogue series, has gotten me through such a difficult time in my life that is still happening, and has given me the tools to get through it. I sympathize with Steven so much, and I know alot of other people did too. It was so nice to be part of a community that just adopted this feral child. Some of future was rushed and of course it wasn’t perfect, but I greatly respect what it was doing. Bringing up PTSD and mental illness in this way in something like this was not something I was prepared for, even in this show, and I certainly couldn’t have imagined it even 5 years ago. Even with its missteps, this show took so many risks and was so incredibly detailed and it was obvious that it was made with alot of love and the fans in mind. I criticize because I love this show and while I feel it is necessary to acknowledge its flaws, I have so much love for the possibilities that this little world makes me dream of. These four episodes in particular was an emotional roller coaster and I am so sad to see it go, but I enjoyed the ride. Thank you, Crewniverse!

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it’s you and me, there’s nothing like this

hey @cheddar-the-dog!!! i am your writer for the b99 2019 fall fic exchange! i apologise for waiting until the last minute to write this, eheh, but it's here now! i chose your prompt "the season of spooky stuff and one of them hating everything horror related and one being the protector" and took the freedom of incorporating it into this little thing. hope you enjoy! ❤︎

thank you to @b99fandomevents for organizing this :)

happy halloween to you all! i do not and have never really celebrated it, but last year i did go to a halloween theme park and it was AWESOME, and i definitely thought it'd be the kind of thing jake and amy would do together.

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2015

The first time Jake had tried to bring Amy to the Halloween theme park, she had started out skeptical about the idea.

“Just because we’re dating now doesn’t mean I like Halloween,” she remarked over breakfast as he suggested his plan for their shared Saturday off. “I still think it's a ridiculous holiday.”

“So… the best kind of holiday.”

She rolled her eyes over the edge of the coffee cup. “Can't you go to this park with Charles?”

“I don’t want to go with Charles! I want to go with my adorable girlfriend, who, by the way, is looking stunning in that outfit.” He pointed to what was definitely his flannel currently being donned by Amy, who had paired it with pajama pants and a fuzzy blanket from his couch wrapped around her shoulders. “Also, does this mean you’re stealing my clothes now?”

“It means your apartment is cold all the time,” she said, but her smirk made him suspect he wasn’t totally wrong, either. “Why is this so important to you, anyway?”

“You’re going to think I’m ridiculous.”

“Try me.”

“Fine,” he hummed, rubbing the nape on his neck and looking down at the table to avoid eye contact. “Because it’s technically a holiday tradition that doesn’t bring up shitty memories, and I don’t have a ton of those. I was thinking it’d be kind of nice to share one with you?” He could feel his cheeks heating as he admitted the truth. In their five months of dating, he’d already had to face more emotional vulnerability than ever before in his life, but it had yet to get easier. “Sorry. It’s, uh, stupid.”

“It’s not stupid.” Her fingers wrapped around his wrist, stroking it until he looked up at her, finding her watching him with a tenderhearted gaze that was still new to him, but never failed to make him feel safe with every fiber of his being. “It’s sweet. And okay. I’ll go with you.”

If he’d been a little bit braver, he could have told her he loved her at this moment, and thinking back at it months later, he would regret that he didn’t.

Instead, he’d simply returned her smile. “Noice. Smort.”

She rolled her eyes at him another time. He sort of found it absolutely endearing.

2019

This year, he’s not even the one to suggest their yearly visit. Amy brings it up all on her own as they’re going to bed on a Friday evening, her yawning wide before scooting closer to him, intertwining their legs and pressing kisses to the back of his neck to gain his attention.

“Do we have any plans for tomorrow, babe?”

“I don’t think so,” he mumbles, closing his eyes and just enjoying the way her lips feel against his neck, the way her hands gently rub patterns on his shoulder blades. “Anything you’re thinking about?”

“I was thinking maybe we should go to that Halloween park,” she says, and it warms his heart to hear her sounding genuinely excited at the thought. “If you want to.”

“Well, I could never say no to the Halloween park.”

“Or to me, I hope, since it’s our yearly tradition.”

“Nah, it’s harder to say no to the park,” he teases her, and she punches him hard in the elbow. “Ow! I was kidding!”

“Don’t you dare,” she laughs, pressing a kiss to the same spot. “It’s a date, then. And my goal for this year is to not get terrified by the haunted houses.”

2016

Jake had missed many things while in witness protection in Florida. His girlfriend first and foremost, but also the Nine-Nine, New York pizza, weather that wasn’t either scorching sun or heavy storms, and the Halloween park. It had been one of the dreams he’d thought about during his worst evenings of homesickness; he and Amy, walking around the overly decorated area while holding hands and looking at all the kids and adults in costumes, pointing out ones they recognized.

(“Look, Jake, that’s a tiny Harry Potter!)

(“Ames! That woman’s dressed like Holly Gennaro from Die Hard!”)

It felt like a dream to actually be back, walking hand in hand much like he’d pictured and standing in line to one of the haunted houses. It felt like home. 

“I still don’t get the point of why you would pay someone to scare you,” Amy mutters, rubbing her arms and jumping up and down on the place to keep herself warm. “The real-life world is plenty terrifying. Climate change. Racism. US Politics. I could go on and on.”

“Because it’s fun, and while the things you mentioned are hella scary, they make for awful costumes,” Jake pointed out, already shrugging off his leather jacket to drape it across her shoulders. “I mean, how would you even dress up as climate change?”

“Don’t show up to the party and claim you’re dressed as the extinction of humans due to our planet becoming inhabitable.” 

“Oooh, that’s actually pretty genius.”

“I know,” she winked. “Let’s go in and pretend to get scared by stuff that isn’t really scary, shall we?”

She’d taken back what she’d said about one minute in. The makeup and costumes of the actors were far more convincing than even Jake had expected, way better than it had been last year, and he hadn’t been able to blame Amy for the way she clutched herself to his arm as they made their way through the building. Her nails had pressed so hard through his shirt they’d almost made marks, but he hadn’t minded it. Getting to be her protector, even if only for a seven-minute walk through an amusement park’s over-budgeted version of a haunted house, felt like a privilege.

2019

She promises him at least another five times before they even get in line that this is the year she won’t get scared. She’s so confident, staring him down every time she repeats it, that eventually, he tells her he believes her. His gut feeling says otherwise, but the smug grin on his wife’s face as he tells her the white lie is cute enough to make the dishonesty worth it.

“Climate change is scarier than ever,” she declares as they step foot into the house, and he chuckles at her. “This has got nothing on it.”

She ends up taking back her self-assured statement a few minutes in for the fifth year in a row. Jake is getting truly curious about what kind of budget the park’s makeup department is working with, and he has to admit there are a few things executed well enough to make him jump. Amy squeezes his arm tightly, letting him lead their way through, and he basks in the glorious sensation of feeling like there are times when he can be her protector, too - god knows she’s good at being his when he needs it. She’s squeezing a little hard, and her nails feel a little sharper than usual, but it’s fine. 

It’s dark inside the building, but he feels her warm breath near his neck and turns around to see what she’s doing only to find someone other than Amy there; an actor with a black, hairy mask over their face that seems to have no concept of personal space whatsoever. Even though it’s what he tends to keep teasing his wife for, he yelps and bolts for the emergency exit, almost tackling a stranger on the way out.

He’s still breathing hard when Amy comes out too, laughing as she throws her arms around him.

“That was awful,” he mumbles as she tries to calm down from the giggling fit. “That was so scary. Where the hell did you go?”

“Where the hell did you go?”

“I thought I was right there with you!”

“I thought I was right there with you!”

“Let’s maybe not go back in there,” he suggests, and she shakes her head.

“Let’s maybe not.”

2017

The year they got engaged, he learned another fact about Amy Santiago - while she may have hated the haunted houses, she was a major fan of the rides. Unfortunately, this included the rides even Jake was hesitant to go on, like the attractions that went way too high up in the air and dropped way too low, way too fast. 

“Come on,” she had encouraged him, shooting him that smile that never failed to make his knees weak and pulling his arm towards the line. “It’s perfectly safe. I’ll let you hold my hand.”

“I can hold your hand on the ground,” he pouted. “I much prefer that option.”

“Come on, babe! Just one time!”

“I hate you,” he’d told her as they stood in line, repeating it as they were being strapped to their seats, making her roll her eyes both times. “I love you, but right now, I hate you.”

He’d been able to see more of Coney Island from the top of the ride than he’d ever wanted to see in his life, and then, just as he was about to freak out about the height, the ride dropped. 

The scream that ripped from his throat shocked even himself, because it was a sound of pure and utter panic, but amid that panic, he’d found beauty.

He was alive. He was a free man. He could be outside to do these kinds of things with his soon-to-be fiancée, instead of being locked in for fifteen years arrested for a bank robbery he didn’t commit, and it felt beautiful.

“Did you enjoy it?” Amy asked as they walked away from the attraction, his legs a lot shakier than her, but her hair looking way crazier than his did.

He’d grinned before cupping her face, bringing their lips together. “Weirdly, I kind of did.”

2019

Every year, he hopes she won't insist on going on the rides, that she's changed her mind just this time. Every year, he's dead wrong as she takes his hand to steer him decisively toward the ride he's learned to detest with his entire being.

“You don't think I could skip it for just one year?” He asks, gulping as he looks up at the massive construction, but Amy shakes her head.

“Tradition is tradition, babe. We’re doing this.”

“Do you have to get revenge on me every damn year just because I drag you through the haunted house?”

“You got it.”

“You are a terrible person,” he sighs, but it's impossible to keep his tone serious.

She kisses his cheek. “All is fair in Halloween theme parks, love, and war.”

“Is that the saying, really?”

Every year, he thinks he's gotten used to the horrifying attraction. Every year, he finds out he's wrong. There's no getting used to the relentless shakiness as they're taken closer and closer to the top, the tension when they are there knowing they're about to fall any second, the spine-chilling drop in his stomach when they fall.

He survives it, and he supposes every experience helps him understand why this is something people like his wife will do for fun. He feels alive, almost frightfully so, his heart pounding and breath shaking but his instincts so on edge. He feels real, and although it's hard to stand on his legs when the ride finally finishes, it's worth it when he gets to turn to Amy and find her looking genuinely impressed by him. She looks a little pale after this year’s ride, asking him if they can sit down for a few minutes afterward, but when he asks if she enjoyed it, there's no hiding her beaming grin.

2018

The year they had gotten married, they'd competed in the pentathlon games. They’d tried a few of them before, but this was the year they dialed their competitiveness up to the max, offering each other no leniency as they ran between the different game stations. Rifle shooting had been the most even, electronic darts the least - Amy claimed he’d tried to sabotage her by tickling her shortly before, making it difficult to keep her arm still - and their opinions on whether or not Jake’s moving basketball net was rigged to his disadvantage differed drastically, but through it all, they’d been enjoying themselves. It might not have seen that way to everyone else judged from their bickering and borderline unserious threats, but to Jake and Amy, this was love.

This was going back to their old rival days for a short while, to the memories of constantly trying to beat and outdo one another, before returning to reality and realizing they’d already won the greatest prize of all; each other.

(The giant stuffed frog that Jake had won at one of the stations, handed to him by a mysteriously silent employee with the name tag ‘Craig’, was a close second. It croaked if you pressed a button.)

Counting all the results together, the final conclusion was that Amy had won, and Jake laughed heartily at her as she did as expressive of a dork dance as he’d ever seen her do in public. After all, it was hard for him to feel much like a loser in anything as long as she was around. 

“Loser buys hot cider and cinnamon donuts?” She’d suggested with a kiss to the tip of his nose.

“We share bank accounts, babe.”

“It’s the gesture that counts,” she’d insisted then, and there’d been no way for him to decline.

2019

His wife is unstoppable this year as well. Jake ends up doing far worse in several stations than he knows he’s capable of, the competitiveness dialing down as he realizes there’s no way for him to win now. Instead, Jake simply watches Amy in her element. 

She’s so focused, so precise, so thought-through when she’s confident in her abilities. She’ll tuck her hair behind her ears like even a single strand could be the thing to sabotage her chances, bite her lip, stare down the task or target and tackle it right on, instinctive and calculated at the same time. 

It is moments like these when he struggles to believe there was ever a time when he wasn’t with her, a time when he wasn’t blessed with the opportunity to get to watch her like this, without any sense of guilt or inadequacy. 

She’s stellar, a piece of art much like the paintings she studied for several years at university, and he gets to live his life with her.

He gets to go to Halloween theme parks year after year with her as company. He gets to have her clutching on tight to his arm through haunted houses. He gets to sit next to her as they go on rides he thinks no sane human should be willingly exposing themselves to. He gets to be with her and hers all at once, and every year, every month, and every day, it keeps getting better.

“Did you even try to win this year?” She asks, curiously, as they’re walking towards the donut stand.

“Nah,” he shrugs. “I already won.”

“... Wow. Marriage really did a number on you when it comes to cheesiness, huh?” Her voice is teasing, but the little laugh, the tenderness in her eyes, is not.

“I have my days,” he says, placing an arm around her shoulders. “Winner buys the donuts this year?”

“A for effort, but they’re still on you.”

“Two hot ciders, two cinnamon donuts, and one box of donut holes, please.”

“Actually,” Amy pipes up as the teenaged cashier punches in their order. “I think I’ll have a hot chocolate instead.”

“Changing a winning concept,” Jake comments. “That’s bold of you.”

“Creating a new one,” she corrects him. “Gotta keep it interesting.”

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As much as he loves all the crazy things they get up to on their visits, laughing their way through the day, Jake has to admit he loves the final part most. They’re sitting close together on a bench overlooking the water, drinking their cider and hot chocolate and enjoying the sugary baked goods while they chat about the day. It’s stress-free and allover wonderful, and it’s hard, if not unfeasible, to picture how anything could ever be better than this. 

“This is the best tradition,” Amy says, leaning her head on his shoulder as they watch parents chase their toddlers along the water’s edge, couples walking together and friend groups trying to take pictures in the half-darkness. “I hope we keep this up.”

“We’re definitely keeping it up,” he assures her. “This year was amazing. I already can’t wait for next time.”

She smiles, stroking his hair before beginning to ruffle through her right pocket for something. “Actually, next time might be a bit different.”

“What do you mean? We’re not changing this tradition, are we?”

“No,” she laughs. “We’re not. We’re just… renewing it to keep it interesting. Close your eyes.”

He does, and she instructs him to hold out his hand, so he does that, too.

She places a thin, maybe fifteen or so centimeters long, little plastic stick in his outstretched hand, and his fingers wrap around it.

“Okay, you can open them now.” 

“What’s this?”

“You might wanna read the display,” she tells him, and he unfurls his fingers to reveal a digital square and a single, life-changing word.

It takes a moment to sink in.

“No way,” he says when he can tear his eyes away from it, looking up at his wife to find her with what he hopes are happy tears in her eyes. “Are you - is this real, Ames?”

“I have like seven more of them at home,” she blushes. “So yeah, I think so.”

“Oh my god.”

“I know.”

“How long have you kept this a secret?”

“I took the first one three days ago,” she admits. “I wanted to tell you the second I found out, but then I remembered this, and I thought… maybe it could be another nice memory for the tradition.”

“It is.” He wraps her in a tight hug, pressing soft kisses to every inch of her face he can reach. “This is… wow. Just, wow.”

“That’s a pretty good summary of it.”

“This is the best visit so far,” he whispers in her ear as she takes the positive pregnancy test from him to put back. “This is the best visit ever.”

Life with Amy, and their yearly visits to the Halloween theme park, truly did have one thing in common; they both just kept getting better.

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An Unlikely Friend

@toxicskullxxx said: Y/n the youngest Archangel that shakres similar abilities with god in creating things and she made an after life with their creations and her personal heaven called Purgatory. Y/n is know as a Goddess among supernatural beings, but she's a myth in heaven having fallen/disappeared before Lucifer fell. She comes out of hiding to help save Castiel when he prayed for help and she gladly came. Winchester's were wary of her since she created the creature's they hunt, but started to warm up especially Dean.

Alright, first request let's DO THIS! The setting in this fic will be season 8 because I thought it related to the Purgatory aspect.

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After Dick exploded, the force of it blew Dean and Castiel into Purgatory with him. After meeting a vampire, Benny, and finding Castiel, they had to make a plan to get out. Castiel was sitting by the river, staring into the water.

Dean stared at him and groaned, "Hey! Are you just going to sit there all day?" Castiel looked back at him, then back to the water.

Benny leaned over to whisper to Dean, "Is he uh... righ' in the head?" He used the tip of his knife to tap his hat. Suddenly, the ground began to shake and the familiar sound of angel speak filled their ears. Dean and Benny covered their ears, trying to block out the ear piercing sound. Castiel's face fell slack. After the noice ended and the ground was stable, Dean grabbed Castiel's coat and jerked him to his feet.

"Hey! Snap out of it. What the hell was that?" Dean asked, motioning to their surroundings.

"I apoplogize for that. My voice drives them away. I thought it would be safer." They all turned to face their new arrival. Dean and Benny brought out their weapons. Castiel put a hand out.

"Stop!" He said, staring in awe. The figure before them was a woman. She had long white hair and a flowing white dress but she was young and beautiful.

"(Y/N)... You do exist..." Castiel took a step forward.

The woman grinned, her smile was bright and warm, "Indeed. It has been so long since anyone has called upon me." She walked forward and hugged Castiel, "Thank you, Castiel."

"Excuse me." Dean cleared his throat, the woman pulled away from Castiel and looked at Benny and Dean. The smile on her face falling.

"You're human... what are you doing here?" She asked, her chest rising and falling quickly.

"Listen, how about before we start asking questions you explain who you are." Dean said, still wary of the new arrival.

"Right... I apologize. I am (Y/N), creator of Supernatural Creatures." She said simply.

"Come again?" Benny asked, not believing his ears.

"So you're like Eve?" Dean asked.

"Oh no." (Y/N) laughed, "Eve was my sister." Dean coughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck, "Uh... Sorry about that."

(Y/N) looked down sadly and sighed, "You did what you had to. I understand. My sister sought to destroy with the creatures we made. I wanted everyone to live together in harmony." She motioned to Dean and Benny, "Like this. Human and Vampire working together." Dean and Benny looked at each other.

"Well," Benny began, "It's more of an arrangement." She stared for a moment and smirked.

"You're going to use him as a vessel." She said, "I'm glad it works."

"You made that?" Benny asked.

"Benjamin, I believe in second chances. The vessel system works to provide that. It is a bond formed by trust." She clasped her hands together.

"Now I do believe it's my turn to ask a question. How did you get here?" Her eyes met Dean's. He stared into them for a minute. Their color seemed to change from one color to the next.

"Dean?" Benny broke his train of thought

"Uh," Dean cleared his throat. He then explained the Leviathan outbreak and then killing Dick.

"Dick exploded?" (Y/N) asked, her head tilted to the side.

Dean coughed to hide the laugh, "Yeah. Then we showed up here. We've been walking around for a while, killing everything that attacks us. We just found Cas two days ago."

"We're trying to get the portal." Castiel said, "Can you help us?" (Y/N) looked at him. They both knew well that the portal only worked for humans. And Dean couldn't carry both.

She nodded, "Follow me. And keep close. My children only know and agree with my sister. Even the Leviathans will not listen to me anymore. Their hearts grew as black as their blood." She turned and began to walk into the forest. Dean watched her, she walked like she had no care in the world. She was even barefoot. The men quickly followed.

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They walked for days. Weeks even. Purgatory was vast and easy to get lost in. Dean began to grow closer to (Y/N). His favorite thing was making her laugh. She had this unearthly, musical laugh that made his heart leap.

(Y/N) had never met a human. They were as interesting as she had heard. From the stories she heard from former humans who had come to her realm, she didn't gather much. But Dean was a true person. He fought for good, wanting nothing in return but the knowledge of safety for others. He fought the creatures her sister had poisoned with her intent. But monsters like Benny who tried again, those were (Y/N)'s. Dean was special. She knew what his destiny had been chosen to become. That her father would force her brothers to fight and fall. Then to force innocents to fight in their name again was wrong. And she was cast out for it, kept here until the end of time.

They were walking through the woods, Benny, Castiel and Dean followed behind (Y/N).

"Are we close?" Castiel asked. (Y/N) only kept humming her strange song.

"Come on, angel, aren't you all about faith?" Benny asked.

"Not particularly." Castiel replied as they all came to a halt. They all looked down and watched as a leaf float up off the ground. They watched as it flew up and into the blue portal just up ahead.

"Oh ye of little faith." Benny said, watching the portal.

"The hell?" Dean stared into it. It reminded him of the looking up at the surface from beneath the water.

"There it is. It's reacting to you." (Y/N) had moved to Dean's side, placing her hand on his shoulder. He sighed and started to roll up his sleeve.

"Alright? You ready? Just like we talked about." Dean cut open his arm and looked up at Benny.

"Lotta trust in you, brotha." Benny said.

"You earned it." Dean said. (Y/N) smiled at the two, happy that a deep friendship was forming between man and creature. Benny cut his arm and then they both grasped each other's forearms.

"I'll see you on the otha side." Benny said. Dean nodded and then recited the incantation. They watched as Benny turned bright red smoke and flew into Dean's open wound. Dean gasped at the pain, lowering his sleeve. He took (Y/N)'s hand and looked at Castiel.

"Let's go." He said and they all started the trek up the hill. They moved quickly over rocks and through branches. Near the top, Castiel stopped.

"Wait." He yelled. Just then two balls of smoke landed in front of them. The black substance soon morphed into two Leviathans.

(Y/N) stepped forward, the Leviathans didn't look her in the eye but they didn't back away.

"Let us pass." She commanded, "He doesn't belong here."

"We don't take orders from some prissy bitch." The male Leviathan said.

"Eve is our mother. Not you." The woman said. They lunged forward. Dean swung his weapon but was shoved down a hill. Castiel went to attack the man, but was teamed up on by the woman. (Y/N) went to Dean helping him up. They made it back up just in time to kill the male, who was about to make Castiel's head a meal. Castiel punched the woman in the gut, then Dean cut her head off as well.

Dean helped Castiel to his feet, "We gotta move!" He shouted over the sound of the portal, "The portal's closing!" The trio climbed their way up, the force of the wind from the portal was hard to fight again. (Y/N) slipped, but Dean held her steady. Dean was the first to the portal, Castiel and (Y/N) behind him.

"Dammit come on!" Dean shouted again. His words were like a whisper compared to the portal. Dean stepped through the portal, holding out his arm for Castiel. They grabbed arms.

"Come on!" He shouted again, "I got you, hold on. (Y/N) grabbed onto Castiel's jacket. Castiel looked back at (Y/N) who only looked at him sadly, then looking back at Dean.

"Dean!" Castiel shouted.

"Hold on!"

"Dean!" Castiel said again, throwing away Dean's arm. Dean looked at him shocked and confused. His attention was brought to (Y/N) who had tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Go!" Castiel said, standing.

"You have to go, Dean!" (Y/N) shouted, her voice was shaking, "You can't be here!" Before he could reply, Dean was sucked into the portal.

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Dean had come back, and after releasing Benny, he went to find Sam. It had been a whole year since he had been gone. It was hard adjusting at first. Not only because he had been killing his way through purgatory, but because he lost two people. Castiel, his best friend. And (Y/N), someone he had dreamed about. She was kind and strong. Didn't take anybody's crap either. He had been seeing them, both of them together. Whether it was on the side of the road or in his room. One minute there, the next gone.

Dean was staring at himself in the mirror, thinking about his friends. He leaned down in the sink to run cold water over his face and when he looked up, Castiel was behind him. Looking as disheveled and dirty as he had been in purgatory.

"Hello Dean." Castiel said, as he usually would.

"Dean!" Sam called from the other room. When he opened the door he saw Sam who was up from his chair at the table and staring at a white haired woman. She turned to face Dean and his heart almost stopped.

"Dean!" She grinned, running and throwing her arms around his neck. He chuckled nervously, looking back at Cas and then at Sam as he wrapped his arms around (Y/N).

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I’ve got a pretty big soft spot for Kara’s Daring New Adventures costume, with the shorts and choker. What do you think about that one? And what are your ranking of Supergirl costumes?

I am a HUGE FAN of Kara’s look in Daring New Adventures. Definitely one of my favorite costumes.

I’ve got a few posts about various Supergirl costumes, but I don’t think I’ve ever actually ranked them! So I’ll give it a shot. XD

Okay, so here it is: Supergirl Costumes, RANKED, from the Least Favorite to HECK YEAH!*

*DISCLAIMERS BEFORE WE BEGIN: Obviously this stuff is subjective, so my list is probably going to be different that other folks’ lists, and so on and so forth. Personally, I value simple, effective designs that are both functional and…oh, what’s a good word. They’re superhero costumes. Like, sure, you could probably get the same stuff done in a Kevlar vest and cargo pants, but there isn’t really a ton of flair to be had when you go the practical route

 And bonus points if the costume reflects the character’s personality/disposition, and has a story reason for existing.

Also I don’t think I’ve got EVERY DESIGN, EVER, for any and all Karas in the multiverse, because this post is ALREADY crazy long; we need not make it longer. XD

OKAY, so now that that’s done, LET’S GO:

25. Brainwashed Apokolips Supergirl 

Proof that ‘adding pants’ won’t always solve your costume problems. 

24. Dark Supergirl

So, here’s the thing: I love the black and silver Superman costume. LOVE. IT. So it should follow that I love the Supergirl variation, right? …Well. Sometimes, a design that would otherwise be ‘just fine’ is pushed into ‘oh God, please no,’ by 1.) a terrible story surrounding said design and 2.) really weird, sexualized artwork. Such is the case with our dear friend Dark Supergirl. Which is why it sits so low on the list. (And for those curious, yes, the blue equivalent also sits down here as well, because there’s just. A lot about this era that leaves a bad taste in my mouth.) 

23. Flamebird

Another design brought low by being wrapped up with a terrible story. (I think I dislike the Kandor plot more than the Dark Supergirl plot, actually.) This feels over-designed and like it’s trying way too hard to be edgy. Less ‘edgy’ than Apokolips Girl up there, but. Close. 

22. New 52

This isn’t awful in theory but that red…er…plate? kinda ruins the whole thing. Some artists did their best to make the plate look more like the equivalent of Clark’s trunks, but at it’s worst it’s just an awkward patch that looks even more awkward from a variety of angles. (And it’s BRIGHT RED so it distracts you from the other, more effective areas of the design. NOT GREAT, BOB. NOT GREAT.)

21. Bombshells

Look this one is absolutely a personal taste thing, I’ve just never been into the pin-up aesthetic. 

20. Superman: The Animated Series

I dunno, this design just never really worked for me. It’s not bad–in fact, it’s really simple and clean, but. *shrugs* Maybe it’s just too much a departure from what I generally associate with the Superman ‘family’ of costumes. Also, the gloves always make me think of like. Loony Tunes and Mickey Mouse. (But I love the boots, guys. Those are great.) (I didn’t include her later JLU costume on this list, but know that I like it a lot.)

19. Justice League 3001

Not a huge fan of the color blocking for this look. The crest is cool, but. The shapes don’t really mesh well, IMO. 

18. 70s Hot pants

I like 50% of this costume! As we will see shortly! But that remaining 50% really kills it, man. The way the shorts/hot pants are drawn, they just end up looking like really uncomfortable underwear.

17. Cyborg Supergirl

I’m just not a mech/tech armor person. Lot of plating and circuitry…kinda starts to look too busy and you lose the cooler design elements. (But there’s a story reason for it! So it does get some points in that regard!)

16. Red Lantern

Weird color blocking/shape language strikes again! Not a fan of the knees and torso. (But! It ranks way higher than the new 52 because it makes the plate into an actual full piece of clothing. Improvement!) Mask is really cool. And the sleeves.

15. Elseworld’s Finest

Honestly it’s not a bad design. Pretty simple and slick. Mostly, it’s just kinda plain. I like the way the cape attaches to the main portion, and the boots! 

14. Crucible Academy 

A bit more streamlined that the Cyborg look. Not at all a bad design. But again. Just not into the mech armor take. 

13. DC Superhero Girls

I actually really like this? I mean, she’s adorable? But I don’t quite understand the shirt. Is it a polo? Sweater vest? A sweater vest on TOP of a polo? IDK, it’s a mystery.

12. Gotham City Garage

Belly shirt feels a little dated, but otherwise, I dig it.

11. 1984 Movie Costume

HONESTLY, FRIENDS. ALL THINGS CONSIDERED…IT’S A SMALL MIRACLE THAT THIS COSTUME LOOKS AS GOOD AS IT DOES. We’re starting to move towards my personal favorite look for Supergirl–it’s got all the right elements! But the belt’s not great, and the material–I mean it works but it’s a costume from a movie that’s three decades old. So it’s a touch dated.

10. Headband

So we’re at the point where a lot of these designs are gonna start to look similar so really I can only rank them based on nitpicky things. XD Like, I don’t love when the skirt comes to a point like that, and the way the pleating is drawn makes the skirt sort of…hang weird. (Yes I realize it’s ridiculous to talk about gravity affecting fabric in a DRAWING where neither of those things actually exist but here we are.) Overall though? The crest is nice and bold, the shape is cool, it works well with the rest of the outfit, and they are just LEANING INTO THAT HEADBAND. YOU GO, KARA. (Also heeeeeey STORY REASON FOR HEADBAND so you know what that means. BONUS POINTS.)

9. Matrix

Improves on the areas that I don’t personally dig on the Headband costume–belts and boots are GREAT. Skirt still comes to a point though. :/

8. Linda Danvers

This is why I can’t really take that Flamebird design seriously. You want your Supergirl to look edgy? DOESN’T GET EDGIER THAN FIRE WINGS, BRO.

7. Injustice 2

It’s a video game, so you’ve got SEAMS and WEIRD RANDOM DETAILS and SUPERFLUOUS DESIGN NONSENSE (see: the costume options for the metal thigh bands) but GIVEN that it’s a video game, this coulda gone so bad, bro. So credit where credit is due. XD Don’t like the gloves and bare arms, though.

6. Jamal Igle Update

They took a costume that was…causing problems, and they made it work. Really, really well. 

5. Smallville Season 11

Okay, when they advertised this comic, and Kara’s costume, I was not into it. And then I read it, and LO AND BEHOLD, IT’S G8. The color blocking is KINDA CRAZY but remarkably, when you start drawing it in action? It just. It looks good.

4. Rebirth

IT’S JUST SO CLASSIC. (So why is it not in the top three? Because of that infernal skirt point, I tell ya.)

3. Silver Age

I mean they basically NAILED IT right out the GATE man. NOICE. 

2. Daring New Adventures

The 80s fix the 50% I didn’t like in 70s look–there’s just something about adding those boots…I dunno man, it just MAKES IT WORK MUCH BETTER. I love this look. I love this era in the comics. I love Carmine Infantino’s art. LOTTA LOVE, IN THIS NUMBER 2 SPOT. 

SO WHAT’S NUMBER ONE? 

Oh come on, like you guys didn’t know. XD

1. TV Show Costume

Listen. Listen. A real human being puts this suit on–a human being subject to gravity and weather and REAL WORLD** SCENARIOS–and it’s not a train wreck. The silhouette is nice! The material is convincingly durable! There are little design elements that don’t overwhelm the overall look! The CAPE HANGS WELL AND LOOKS SO GOOD, GUYS. SO GOOD. The skirt does not come to that awkward point and the minimal pleating is well hidden by that front portion. The tights and boots help with the whole ‘flying around in a skirt’ thing by covering her legs completely, and the shirt is actually a leotard, so it’s comparable to stuff that dancers wear. 

LOOKS GOOD.

WORKS WELL.

ALIGNS NICELY WITH KARA’S CHARACTER AND PERSONALITY.

SCREAMS: SUPER! AT THE TOP OF ITS PRIMARY COLORED LUNGS.

LETS FOLKS KNOW THAT YOU CAN ABSOLUTELY KICK BUTT AND TAKE NAMES IN A SKIRT.

So yes. It wins. Forever and always. 

Honorable Mentions: Every single one of Kevin Wada and Cory J. Walker’s Supergirl designs.

[aces-to-apples]

Just got back from Venom

And I couldn't actually live-blog because No Wi-Fi but I did keep my memo app open the entire time and here's my stream-of-consciousness:

(too long; not gonna read: i will physically fight every single critic who gave this movie a bad review)

God this is a longass opening space shot

Wow shits on fire in the first 2 min

God none of these people have fucking seen fern gully

Riz. Riz, no. That accent. Your beautiful vooooiiiiiiice.

Bitch there's a door, that's so Extra

Oh wow not new york for a change

Omg tom hardy's voice is so Ugly

This entire conversation is so Preciously Assholish

I'm glad they aren't skating over how awful people in power are

Who is that girl? Is that... Nuala?

Eddie is such a gotdamn Sub(TM)

Bruhhhhhhhh not cool. Like i know that that's some illegal and immoral shit, but that ain't cool.

Mmm wow smooth deflection, she never actually got to ask her question

"Raised by british parents" tHEN WHERE IS YOUR BEAUTIFUL ACCENT

"Fake news" om-fucking-g

Why is the Pakistani guy the bad guy and why is the Black guy the Stern Supervisor

........i mean yeah i'm with anne on this one bro

HEXUS

oh fuuuuuuuck

Took venom six damn months to get to san fran??

OH BUNNY NOOOOOO

oh em gee one damn bunny rabbit and suddenly we're moving onto people?? No fucking wonder you're being buried in lawsuits

.......you're a nice damn dude, eds

Awww plant no

Okay but that all-black suit IS pretty hot, riz

Bruh. Bruh, you're literally a billionaire, you ain't the one suffering the "war, poverty, world on the brink of collapse"

H E X U S

y'know, on second thought, goa'uld symbiotes are actually kinda preferable

"You, whoever you are, you SUCK" *cackles*

Dude, eds, not cool, leave anne alone

Okay seriously though WHO IS ANNE WHAT IS SHE FROM??

girl not putting up with your shit, eds. Respect

B r u h you haven't sold that ring yet??

Girl IT IS THE BILLIONAIRES' FAULT THAT EARTH'S FUCKED UP

Girl you ain't never done a customer service job and it S H O W S

man turn off that damn shutter noise

"Good thing i play all that assassin's creed"

Bruh you hungry af

"EDDIE" "*SQUEAL*" not great first contact

Okay okay so the one that escaped the crash is NOT venom

OKAY BUT VENOM BEING SO ANGRY AT DEAD FOOD IM HOLLERIN THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY OMG

THIS IS SO FUNNY IM CRYING THE FUCKING LOBSTER

oh no mri this will mot end well

Do Not eat the dog ven

Awww dan is so nice

"Bish we hungry" bruh you so fucking weird

IM CRYING OMG VEN YOU'RE SUCH A BITCH

okay listen ven i personally give you permission to eat this dickhead neighbor

"We've all been troubled" bruh shut the fuck up

🎶why the fuck you lyin'🎶

Oh my lord carl you dick

Eds: "man my consciencs voice got real fuckin weird since i got sick"

Ven: "you're making us look bad" OMG IM CRYING VEN I LOVE YOU

"Let's bite all their heads off" Ven you're so fucking Extra i love you

"Bring me back my creature" stfu they sentient

Ven's so offended by "parasite" im love

"YOU ARE WELCOME" such a polite boy

I love how venom spends like an hour in eddie and is immediately ride or die

Man how is drake planning on explaining his goon squad's shit to the cops

Ven is a chaotic bitch i adore him

GET 'IM, VEN

mmm yeah that water's cold bad plan ven

"You are a loser, eddie" venom omg you are so bad at human talking

WHO! IS! ANNE! THIS IS KILLING ME

"The arrogance" ahhh man the face i just made at that was so Ugly

"You want up? Well why didn't you just say" such a helpful boy

"PUSSY" IM S C R E A M I N G

HONEY WE GOT A WILHELM SCREAM

"I LIKE HER. GET IN." glad we all agree, babe

Venom: talk about your feelings, loser

"AWWW THAT'S NICE" in which venom is me

White t-shit+black jacket, riz out here serving looks

Venom: "I CAN FIX IT, I CAN HEAL YOU" Me: well somebody isn't good at the whole symbiosis thing huh

YOU ARE A BILLIONAIRE, YOU CAN FIX MOST OF THE SHIT WRONG WITH THE WORLD, SHUT THE F U C K U P

"Not so tough without your friend" ummmm no shit?

"Afoot"??

Eddie Brock: a Sub and a Monsterfucker

Venom: "mmm nope anne can't come i like her too much and she squishy"

"ON MY PLANET I AM KIND OF A LOSER, TOO, LIKE YOU" "what made you REALLY change your mind" "YOU DID, EDDIE" oh em gee, what a sweet boy

riot you a punk bitch

"PRETTY MUCH ZERO" ven baby i love you

Awww venny nooooo

Four-way fight, niiiiiiiice

Annie you gotdamn genius

Carl you punk bitch

Eddie: *kicks carl off the side of the platform" me: noice

VENOM BABY N O O O O

god i wanna know what venom said to anne

"SHE HAS NO IDEA WE'RE GOING TO GET HER BACK" "YOU BELONG WITH US, ANNIE" VENOM SWEETIE I ADORE YOU

"THIS THING LOOKS DELICIOUS" I A D O R E Y O U

"TATER TOTS AND CHOCOLATE" in which venom is me again

"P A R A S I T E? ? ? APOLOGIZE!!!"

.......eninem? r e a l l y

End credits scene: um.........whomst? is this?

-

In conclusion: MEET ME IN THE PIT, CRITICS

[onceuponavideo]

I’m falling (Clizzy)

TW : blood, pain, fall from a roof

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« I am going to die »

That was the only single coherent thought she could have right after the fall. She was agonizing alone, crashed into a car and she was dying.

She was so stupid, why did she go alone ? She could ask for help, Magnus and Luke went after Ollie who was freshly possessed but her fellow colleagues were in the Hunter’s Moon, all she had to do was to phone one of them. But she didn't want to lose time, Jace was already disappearing in the dark alleyways and someone had to stop him. Maybe he wasn't himself but he still was her friend and he needed help. So she followed him with the will to bring him back to reality. She found him on the roof and before she could say something, he attacked her. Having no other choice, she fought back, trying not to badly hurt him. Jace wasn't in the same state of mind and she could see the desire to kill in his eyes. She improved a lot and was nearly winning this hand-to-hand combat but Jace knew her weaknesses by heart. He disarmed Clary then grabbed her by the throat and forced her to go backwards, leading her dangerously to the edge of the roof.

« J-Jace ! » He was choking her so she couldn't breathe well « Jace don't ! It's me... Clary... Y-You don't want to do t-this... »

With a wicked smile stretched accross his mouth, Jace started to laugh.

« Really ? I don't ? »

A sudden fear made her feel sick. Jace looked so crazy, like he lost his mind and it was indeed the case. He roughly pushed her and she lost her balance. She didn't realize she was falling, she was too shocked for that. The fall was so long, it was a weird sensation but she didn't scream. For a moment she believed she was only dreaming. And then she hit that car. And the reality came back at her.

She had this awful taste of blood in her mouth while her lungs were simply burning. And the pain. Oh by the Angel, the pain... It was so intense she couldn't even cry and breathing was so difficult.

She tried to move but nothing happened and then she realized she wasn't able to ask for help because she had a lump on her throat. But who would have heard her anyway ? There was no one, only her and this oppressive silence. She hated the silence, that's why she always put on her headphones when she was drawing. Because she associated silence with loneliness. And at this moment she was really alone. No one could help her. They all were at the Hunter’s Moon, drinking and playing, having fun when she desperately needed someone.

She was really going to die.

With resignation, Clary closed her eyes and hoped that the pain will stop quickly, she already suffered enough.

And then she heard it. A voice. At the beginning she thought she was just hallucinating but someone called her a second time.

“ Clary ? Clary where are you ? ”

Isabelle. Izzy. She was looking for her. Maybe Magnus phoned her and asked to see if everything was okay ? Or maybe it was Luke ?

“ Clary you're here ?”

Yes I'm here !! She wanted to scream but she couldn't make any sound and it was so frustrating, especially when Izzy was so close to her. She felt a spike in adrenaline and she kicked the car with her right foot to make some noice. The pain ran all over her body and she let out a muffled whimpering. She hated herself so much, why did she do that ? It didn't even work, it was too faint.

She had angel blood running through her veins, she could create powerful runes that no one ever used before but in some circumstances she stayed desperately human. She didn't feel that powerless since a really long time.

All the hopes she had slowy faded away and when she thought it was finally over, Isabelle found her. Clary got dizzy and she knew it was only a matter of time before she collapsed. But Izzy was here so she wasn't scared anymore. She couldn't speak but she seemed appeased and this suffocating tension left her body. Isabelle looked clearly less calm and the more she stared at Clary the more she was worried. She couldn't stop analyzing how bad the situation was and the pallor of Clary's skin wasn't helping. She was seriously injured, she needed help and the healing rune won't be enough. Izzy wanted to grab her phone to call Magnus but she missed an heartbeat when Clary closed her eyelids.

“ Stay with me, I'm begging you, stay with me.” She said, beseeching while changing her mind and deciding to use the iratze.

Clary was really willing to obey but she was to weak to resist. She just felt the coldness of Isabelle's stele before being surrounded by darkness.

*****

Why the room was pitching like that ? Clary was just emerging from some confusing and irrational dreams but she wished she could stayed unconscious a little longer. She felt like someone put her in a blender and it was awful. Then she remembered what happened and her atypical awakening made more sense. She tried to stretch herself and let out a strange noise which didn't sound like a human one.

“ Oh by the Angel you're finally awake !”

Izzy's voice helped Clary to decide to finally open her eyes and she really enjoyed the view. She was in her room at the Institute and Isabelle was next to her, having installed a chair close to the bed. Clary couldn't help but smile like an idiot because Isabelle was just beautiful and breathtaking as always. She had her hair twisted in a bun and she was still wearing her short black dress because she didn't take the time to choose something more comfortable. She had a look of concern on her face and she gently brushed a loose strand of Clary's hair behind her ear. Clary smiled all the more, it was a really pleasant awakening after all.

“ How do you feel ?” Izzy asked, sincerely worried and Clary winced.

“Nauseous...” She admitted and Isabelle turned to take something behind her.

“Here.” She handed a glass of water “ It's probably a side effect of the magic Magnus used on you”

Clary thanked her and drank, hoping it will make her feel better. Izzy was still looking at her, just to make sure she won't faint again.

“ Maybe you're hungry too ? Do you need something ?”

“ I'm good. You said Magnus healed me ?”

Izzy nodded and she pointed the door.

“ He left because you needed some rest but he's at the Institute, probably with Alec and the others”

Clary raised an eyebrow.

“ The others ? Who ?”

“ You know, Simon, Luke, Maia... They all came when they knew what happened to you. And also they wanted to help with that Owl thing...”

Clary observed Izzy more attentively and she noticed some traces of dry mascara on her cheeks, like there were tears before. She wrinkled her eyebrows, a little confused and she answered :

“ You cried ? Why ?”

Izzy had a nervous smile.

“ You stopped breathing... I thought...”

Oh.

For a moment, Clary felt really bad. Without thinking, she grabbed Izzy's wrists and she drew circles in the palm of her hands. She tried to put herself in her position, what would she have done if she found Isabelle, badly hurt ? She would probably freak out too. She couldn't imagine a life without her and so did Izzy.

“ I'm sorry...” Clary whispered, sincerely apologizing.

“ Don't do that again.” Izzy said, patting Clary's nose like she was grounding a child. She pretended to be mad but she couldn't hide how relieved she was.

“ Well...” Clary moved closer and wrapped her arms around Izzy's waist “ Don't leave me alone then.”

Izzy rolled her eyes and then gave her a quick kiss on her forehead.

“ You're driving me crazy, you know that ?”

Clary smiled innocently while playing with Izzy's gorgeous black hair, completely messing up her bun. Izzy didn't care anyway.

“ But that's why you love me.”

“ Unfortunately.”

Izzy allowed herself to steal Clary's lips for an instant and then she stepped back.

“ We need to see Alec “ She explained when Clary pouted.

“ Fine.” She sighed deeply in a really cute way but she surrendered. “Let's do this.”

And they walked down the Institute hand in hand.

[justahalfling]

Vaishu finally watches... Baahubali 2: The Conclusion

Yes its liveblogging time again! Here goes...

HOLY SHIT THOSE 3D MODELS ARE AMAZING. 

I feel bad for that elephant (i know its CGI but like). bruh that elephant just wants out of the land of crazy humans

oh great Baahu never a moment of not looking good huh... he could do with some depth in his character, but its only the first few min of the movie so I’ll withhold judgment for now

wow Mommy’s boy™

ewwwww bijjaladeva is so gross in the head wtf killing your own wife dude go get therapy for chrissakes

lmao Kattapa fucking rekt yall!!! Someone call the ambulance woo eee woo eee woo eee (sound of an ambulance, if you couldnt tell)

i have to say... rana has a really nice butt ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

I LOVE DEVASENA ALREADY

but seriously, need to get me a girl like that

oooh someones has a crush (its me. also baahu)

robust appearance.... lmao

yea GO GURL UPGRADE YO SKILLS

okay the wild boar scene is funny and all but like... why cant the lady win for once why does the guy always have to one up her

i love how much of a loser kumara varma is, he is highly #relatable

boi did you literally get hit by a bull to keep your identity secret so that you can tease her properly. literally what.... straight people are so weird

how is devasena a literal goddess in every scene. how. ((pls be my wife))

i really like this song and i vibe HEAVILY with the aesthetic here. i love the clothes give the costume department an award already

look at bhalla’s content at the whole scheme why do you have to be like this dude. #beadecentdude2k17

look here Sivagami i love you and i would literally die for you but promising a girl’s hand in marriage without her consent is not cool bruh. dont be an accomplice in the crimes of patriarchy and sell out your fellow women like this.

LITERALLY HOW CAN DEVASENA BE SO AMAZING. YOU TELL IT LIKE IT IS, GIRL . CRUSH THE PATRIARCHY. MAKE YOUR OWN CHOICES AND EMPOWER YOURSELF

she is literally the “I will not hesitate, bitch.” kinda gal

wow sudden hero kumara varma good for you mah dude

OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD THATS THE MOVIE POSTER POSE RIGHT THERE. MY WARRIOR BABIES THEY ARE SO GOOD TOGETHER

wow them cows though... (better watch out for the BJP lmao dont kill me for that joke)

my boi... he was wearing armor underneath... how XTRA ™ can you get

I love devasena so much my homegirl. MY BAE. even if she likes the guy she is not going to submit to the patriarchy. you go girl

that is a lovely... boat... the VISUALS IN THIS MOVIE ARE SO GORGEOUS MY EYES ARE SO BLESSED RN

wow they have such great chemistry. its better than avanthika and baahu jr’s chemistry 

i love how she kisses first. yes girl make the first move!!! go get yo man! 

wow that flag breaking is very... omimouse (not a typo thats just the word ominous in vaishu language)

but seriously is that supposed to mean something? im too dense to get it. is it that she has to break off her loyalty to kuntala now

Devasena is just like “you see this right here bitches? this is a no bullshit zone. no bullshit allowed yo”

“agangaram as alangaram” amazing line 10/10

but like that isnt even temerity. its literally standing up for her rights though

OOOOHHHHH SHITTTTT

dont people write the names of the potential groom? why are you people like this

oh wow the coronation scene is amazing. all the military stuff is cool. and the symbolism of the cheers making stuff come crashing down. good job rajamouli you played this well

what do you mean you’re just a slave. bro if you had to act as wingman you best believe youre family now. stop with that hierarchy bullshit its so uncomfortable for me to see

MOM NO *cries forever*

I LOVE THE KUMARA VARMA AND BAAHU BROMANCE SO MUCH. GIVE. ME. MOAR.

wow when bhalla was like “a pregnant woman doesnt want riches or possessions... she only wants her husband’s embrace” my gutter brain almost thought he was going to give them a bed or some fertility thing like a creep. but that thing he said already made my creep radar go crazy

you’re literally the worst my dude the worst

deva is such a firecracker holy shit i LOVE HER 

ewww that is so gross. dude i will break your hand. i will break it and set it on fire. i am not joking. 

well you did my job deva so anyways.... ufos more like identified flying fingers amirite... heh heh

but didnt ancient india invent plastic surgery anyways i dont see whats the huge deal here

i cant believe im saying this but devasena would make a much better ruler than sivagami. in fact i personally think she would even be better than baahu. girl’s got her priorities right 

its interesting how baahu has a moon pottu and bhalla has a sun pottu. one would think the positions would have been reversed. maybe they wanted to show that baahu was more nurturing and stuff. but like. its sunlight that grows plants? anyways.

NOICE. COOL COOL COOL COOL COOL NO DOUBT NO DOUBT NO DOUBT NO DOUBT. 

THERE GOES THE HEAD.

wow no you got it all wrong. “scorned the laws”? dont you know the highest form of patriotism and responsible citizenry is criticism!! what the literal fuck, why are you like this. i loved you so much why would you do this

wow baahu busting out some engineering skills right there. why is this the first time im seeing this. most of the times hes like a big fuck you to physics. but like engineering ex machina i suppose

man hes so tall he has to bend down so the lady can pat his head LMAO idk this is adorable. this reminds me of the time i was scrolling though the baahubali tag and someone called the beefcake that is prabhas a “smol bean”. wtf tumblr

omg bhalla let a guy live. so not cool mah dude

baahu has such a magnificent mane. he has better hair than me what the hell

bhalla is so fucking rude... how can you choke your actual dad... granted he’s the reason why youre like this

wow and treating a disable person like that... why are you literally so vile

why is he suddenly turning on his son... THIS IS HIGHLY SUSPECT

OH MY GOD I KNEW IT. SEE. I WOULDNT HAVE FALLEN FOR THAT. DUDE WHYYYYY

oh my god this is such a tire fire what the heck

man i would have said yes and just run far far away if i was kattapa

its so sad to watch this when you know its all going to end horribly

oh my god “as long as you’re by my side no man has been born yet to kill me” well this line killed me so

cant you follow your moral code instead! is your allegiance to the throne so important! an innocent man cant go through punishment like this its wrong

oh my god this is so sad

also uhm i just realised that baahu has wonder woman bracelets

that was the most dramatic death scene ive ever watched. it gave me the chills.

WOAH bhalla is SO messed up in the head good god

look this is all well and good but you should really wash and disinfect your hands before touching babies... as i always like to say, common sense is not so common

aw baby promise that is so cute

omg he called him grandpa that is so adorable

omg devasena i love you so much 

okay but dont forget your adopted parents too

they dont have weapons! they cant succeed by their will alone! what i would do is create like an elite task force and infiltrate the place. boi you need some strategy. a map of the citadel at least

holy shit devasena is not to be messed with my lady literally carrying a dude’s head

that is so fucked up man the people behind this movie went so hard. they didnt have to but they went so hard

wow that was smurt

okay where is avanthika though dont tell me she stayed home

DEVA NO. WIELD YOUR SWORD BABY COME ON YOU’RE STILL STRONG

that is so.... creative...

HE JUST DID THE WONDER WOMAN SHIELD BOOSTED JUMP

omg i love the grandpa and grandson duo SO CUTE when he calls him “thatha” man grandparents are wonderful my thatha is so excited for me to get a job and i havent even entered uni yet (okay side tracking here)

AVANTHIKA YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

is his own classic tyrant statue gonna kill him cause i think it will. im calling it now everyone. poetic justice okay

aw her future daughter in law protecting her 

oh yea the statue didnt kill him sadly

shes stepping on his face omg the symbolism

ripping out his heart omg how grosser can you get

omg is that... a blood abhishekam.... i have no words..

YAASS GAUNTLETS (but seriously... wonder woman)

Avanthika looks gorgeous and aw its his Ma 

thats... baahu thats water pollution you cant do that

wow poetic justice huh

that was... amazing wow

[datingadviceonreddit]

Maybe it’s because I always hung out with the nerdy crowd, or maybe it’s that I just don’t go out all that often. Despite the fact that I have a sister and I am very close to her, I never knew how much courage it takes for girls to date too.I know a lot of you will roll your eyes at the obviousness of that statement but it never really hit me before today. I am writing this outside my hotel room while a friend takes care of another friend who drank way too much today. I.E. she got so drunk tonight that she literally shat herself today, and she got it all over me too when I tried to take care of her and get her back to the hotel.The fact that we are traveling abroad makes it even worse. I’m pretty sure I got ripped off on the taxi home because they charged me 100 euro for what is supposed to be a 10 euro ride. Then the middle eastern taxi driver threatened to call his friends to beat me up if I don’t give him more money when I arrived at my hotel. To be fair he did take a risk for driving my friend home, and the car did smell bad afterwards but I didn’t appreciate the threat.I won’t go into all the other shit I quite literally have to go through, suffice to say I have never in my near 30 year of life seen a girl this messed up over something so stupid.We now come to the crux of the post. It was over a boy. A boy who she admits is human garbage, who is cheating with multiple people and simply using them for his own needs. She knows this, all her friends knows this and warns not to get into it, but she just doesn’t listen.She is with us on this trip because she needed to get away from that boy but still is ecstatic when he calls her abroad. She got really drunk today because she wanted a rebound boy to noice her. Suffice to say that he did. (Side note, people who go clubbing come in all flavors, we were lucky to have some very generous and helpful tourist helps us take care of her despite the awful smell for over 3 hours when they could be clubbing and having fun. So yea, people are still inherently good and want to do good, even for complete strangers.)I have always thought that a girl have it pretty easy. They can just sit on their ivory throne at the bar and wait for men to approach them and judge their qualifications. I always thought that if a girl wants to approach a guy it would be a sure thing because the ego boost of having a girl approach them would be incredible.I apologize and admit that I’m wrong. Boy or girl, men or women, we all suffer from the same insecurities and need the occasional liquid courage to live the life we want. I know, I know. No shit Sherlock. It’s super obvious. But it never really hit me in quite a visceral way before.I guess I just never appreciated that fact. I’m used to rejections, some pretty hard where the girl has literally told me to fuck off. I have always tried to respect the signals and if a girl even looks like she is bored or disinterested I would turn right back and walk away. Maybe it’s the girls I try to talk to before but I get the impression that the ones I talked to speak to me like I’m a worm and is unworthy of the air I breathe. To be fair I have also met a fair share of fun, nice, and encouraging girls as well. The point is that people comes in all sizes and flavors and that no one should let their fear rule their lives.I don’t know what the point of this is except to maybe let the men who reads this and believed as I once did that it takes courage for girls too. We will be shut down hard. There will be many girls who don’t like attention from average guys and make it embarrassingly clear to anyone who would listen. But know that the roles that society assign is just as hard for women as it is for men. I know, not really anything new or anything but I hope that this story will help guys and girls be a little bit more considerate when rejecting someone else. It’s not easy working up that courage and everyone involved will appreciate a bit more tact.Thank you via /r/dating_advice

[grubhivemind]

--supersonicFoxtrot [SF] began pestering primadonnaTartuffe [PT]-- 

SF: >Yo!!!< 

SF: >sup online party gurl<

PT: oh haaaay. 

PT: not much im just winding down for family festivities.

SF: >o right its human egg day or sumthing< 

SF: >rite?<

PT: right you are. 

PT: the eggman has risen on this day. 

PT: my boyfriends dad always makes a big deal out of holidays so i crashed that affair.

SF: >lmaooo< 

SF: >noice< 

SF: >i got to say egg rising man day is so confusing sounding culturally<

SF: >sounds like ur celebrating massive birthdays< 

SF: >or troll babies<

PT: no you see this is the time of year we celebrate dr robotik aka eggman well known nemesis of sonic the hedgehog.

SF: >who now wut face?<

PT: dont be so fucking insensitive towards my culture.

SF: >ur human customs are WEIRD ryanne<

PT: is it WEIRD to paint eggs with your sonic ocs???

SF: >um yah< 

SF: >why do u want to paint EGGS<

SF: >when u can eat them<

PT: why not both?

SF: >do u do both?<

PT: YEAH. painting them doesnt make them inedible.

SF: >o well shit<

SF: >pfft well I hope u ate a lot of eggs<

PT: im just FULL of eggs.

SF: >pfftt<

SF: >so full of eggs u might as well be< 

SF: >a mother grub<

PT: thats me. one big elegant mama.

SF: >snrk< 

SF: >beautiful<

SF: >I guess tho cus of ur human holiday< 

SF: >u aren't around to hang out<

PT: eh well me and my folks came home. 

PT: i could sneak away for the rest of the evening.

SF: >OvO<

SF: >lets sneak out and party<

PT: yeah buddy.

PT: where you wanna meet?

SF: >I'm fine meeting wherever< 

SF: >but how bout the park near the skaianet buildin<

PT: ah yes i know it well. 

PT: ill be right there.

SF: >sweeet< 

SF: >catch u there<

NELLIE: -Whenever Ryan shows up there in the future, Nellie is already in the dimly lit park.- 

NELLIE: -He's trying hand stands on his hoverboard like a dorkus.-

RYAN: -wanders over, hands in the pockets of her hoodie. when she sees this goofy boy, she snorts.- ohhh wow im so impressed.

NELLIE: -He doesnt hear her and she goes unnoticed until his hover board pivots around so hes facing her and then he startles a little. Enough to fall off his board and flop to the ground right on his ass.- OOF! 

NELLIE: Oh. Hai, Ryanne.

NELLIE: -Snrks and hoists himself back up onto his feet to dust himself off.-

RYAN: -grins- hey. 

RYAN: didnt know you were a boarder. 

RYAN: can i see it?

NELLIE: Pfft. Yah I've picked it up over the last few years. -Snatches the board out of the air and then offers it to her.- 

NELLIE: Yuh know how to stand on one?

RYAN: yeah sure. i used to steal my brothers all the time. -takes it and lies it down in front of her before she starts to climb up on it.- 

RYAN: -wobbles- ohhh shit. its been a while tho haha.

NELLIE: -Watches her wobble and snickers.- Here want a hand? 

NELLIE: -offers his hand out and goes to stand next to the board.- Just dont go tuh high or yuh will either fall off or drag me up hehe.

RYAN: -places her hand in his just to balance herself- lol i would consider the latter but im not strong enough to lift you. so wed have double trouble there. 

RYAN: -lifts off the ground and takes her hand with her so she can zip around a little. she definitely seems competent with this thing. suddenly she's having flashbacks to dirk teaching her how to use a hover board...-

NELLIE: -Good! That she doesnt fall anyways.- There yuh go! 

NELLIE: Yuh got this gurl. -Makes sure to stay as her balance point.- Yuh have got the hang of this.

RYAN: hell YEAH i do!! PCHOOOO. 

RYAN: -but she gets bored right away, slowing to a stop. she stays hovering there for a moment though.- 

RYAN: so what were you thinking about partying?

NELLIE: Hmm! 

NELLIE: Well we culd do a lot of things. 

NELLIE: We culd go out. There are clubs and bars and stuff still open. Or we culd hang out here sum more. Or go anywhere.

NELLIE: -Grins at her.- Partying is sub ject uv.

RYAN: -thousand yard stare. teetering back and forth on this board.- i wanna go to a club... -kind of trails off like there's an implied BUT-

NELLIE: -Raises a brow at her implied but.- 

NELLIE: Well oh kay then lets go tuh one ell oh ell!

RYAN: ... 

RYAN: ... 

RYAN: yeah alright. -she tells herself she won't drink, she'll just dance.- 

RYAN: -hops off the hover board.-

NELLIE: -Well there are other things to do at clubs besides drink.-  

NELLIE: -Anyways the moment Ryan hops off is when Nellie hops up and mounts his board before once more offering her a hand.- Here cum on up. Dunt worry I can balance us both, and its faster tuh get tuh this place I know.

RYAN: well up i go again. -takes his hand and hikes back up onto the board.- where we headed? i probably know it.

NELLIE: I like this place called The Aquarium. Its gut all those surfaces that are really fish tanks. Its batt shit awe sum! 

NELLIE: Oh kay suh hold ontuh me so yuh dont go flying off. Oh and once we start moving I wont be able tuh keep reading yur lips cus I'll be focusing ahead. if yuh need sumthing just tap me, oh kay? -Once she is up and steady, Nellie kicks them off and they start zooming through the air at high speeds. Its only because he has a passenger that Nellie wont show off and do flips.-

RYAN: -read her lips? HE WAS DEAF THIS WHOLE TIME AND DIDN'T TELL HER? wow. incredible. except she doesn't even care. she holds onto him with one arm and waves an ok hand :ok_hand: in his face before they take off.-

NELLIE: -He forgets to tell people Ryan. Nellie used to advertise it more but over the years he has gotten so used to reading lips and speaking without sign language that it just slips his mind most of the time. Also he doesnt see why it would matter either.- 

NELLIE: -Thanks to his speedy flight skills, they arrive outside the club before too long. Nellie slowly lowers the board closer to the ground so they can hop off.- Ladies first.

RYAN: oh thank you. :yum: -plops onto her feet and steps away fro mthe board to give him room, also to approach the building. she's definitely familiar with it. if she recalls correctly, it was fairly new before she left skaia. but maybe she's thinking of something else. her memory of that time is pretty hazy at this point.

NELLIE: -Once Ryan is safely at a distance Nellie dismounts his board and before he hits the ground he stores it back into his sylladex. How cool is he? Not at all...- 

NELLIE: Oh kay suh we heading straight in? -Offers Ryan his arm.-

RYAN: -was he being cool? she didn't even see because she zoned out, but her attention snaps back to him when he speaks. it takes a moment to register the question and the arm being offered to her, but she loops hers in his and nods.- 

RYAN: lets do this shit.

NELLIE: -Aww thats okay, she will get other chances to see him try and be cool later.- 

NELLIE: -Maybe.- 

NELLIE: Hell yah. -He is going to walk her up to the doorman, they dont even have to wait in line too long and as long as they both flash their IDs (Nellie will cover the entrance fee for Ryan) they get in without any hassle.- 

NELLIE: -Inside the club music is pounding, people are crowded on the dance floor which is see through into a large tank filled with all sorts of strange and wondrous sea life, and there are drink servers dressed in dazzling mermaid themes. There are cocktail menus based on shipwrecks and tropical fish, and the several bars placed around the club and each one features tanks of different species of small critter, from colorful nudibranchs to hue flashing cuttlefish. Its an all over kind of ridiculous venue.-

RYAN: -yeeees. she is all about this aesthetic and that bass is already infecting her, getting her pumped up and bringing her right back to the frequent evenings she spent in clubs just like this one.- 

RYAN: -bobs and shimmies into the crowd, dragging nellie with her. she'll make her way to the bar eventually, but first she has to dance her way through all these people. and sing along to the music playing, of course. she turns towards nellie to dance at him. GET IN ON THIS BRO.-

NELLIE: -Now it is his turn to be led. Nellie laughs as Ryan pulls him into the crowds after her, and when she starts to dance he is only a little hesitant to join her. Usually he is not a big dancing person given that he has a hard time noticing rhythm, but clubs like these always blast the music hard enough that he can physically feel the beat and thats why he likes this place.- 

NELLIE: -He is going to gently hip check Ryan, watching her sing but hardly being able to make sense of it anyways.- Heheh!

RYAN: -she's a firm believer that you don't need to have rhythm to dance... you just need it to be GOOD. and being good ain't what dancing is about.- oohp! -laughs and bumps him back with her big butt. then falls into a butt bumping rhythm.-

NELLIE: -Good thing its not about being good because hes really not. But he can butt bump! And he will keep it going so long as she does.- 

NELLIE: Oh kay suh yuh can ride a hover board and dance?? Daaayyyuuummm!!

RYAN: im skilled in all sorts of things. -snickers and starts wiggling her way in the direction of the bar. mimes throwing a lasso at him and pulling him in to follow.-

NELLIE: Um I bettah get tuh see the rest of these things then. -Yes please guide him around. Truth be told its great to just follow around a strong personality person sometimes, and Ryan fits this criteria for him.- 

NELLIE: -Hes going to slide up to the bar next to her tough and start looking over drinks.- 

NELLIE: Wuts yur poison?

RYAN: -it's ALL poison.- mmm... -it's a little overwhelming since she hasn't really been to a club where she can order GOOD drinks in a while. she's mostly been dipping into the hard lemonades when she's feeling weak.- 

RYAN: ill take a blushing margarita first off.

NELLIE: Blushing marga rida? -He hasn't heard of that one before, but hey learn something knew each time you go to the bar. Hes going to flag down the bar tender for the both of them and order her one, and a screwdriver for himself.- 

 NELLIE: -They are quickly prepared and placed in front of the two of them on little anchor themed coasters. Nellie sips his the moment is ready and turns to chin hand at Ryan.- What do yuh think of this place so far?

RYAN: -SCHLOOORP.- i think its the bees fucking knees my dude.

RYAN: i was right tho... ive been here before. its just been a while.

NELLIE: Yah? How cum? Yuh got another place yuh like tuh go tuh now?

NELLIE: This is my personal fave I think.

NELLIE: I really like watching all the fish ell oh ell. -He snickers and sips more of his drink.-

RYAN: mmm. well... 

RYAN: last time i was here it was before i moved. 

RYAN: see i moved from skaia to lopan for a while. 

RYAN: but i ended up comin back a few months ago. and uh... i havent done much social drinking since then. -says this guiltily... but nothing she can't drown down.-

NELLIE: -Dont worry Ryan he isnt going to pry. Nellie is a strong believer in leaving the past in the past.- 

NELLIE: Aww well thanks for cuming out with me tuhnight if its not usually yur thing.

NELLIE: Also well come back tuh skaia!

NELLIE: Consider this yur late homecoming.

RYAN: thanks man. -yeah... she's definitely not gonna elaborate if he doesn't ask. sips this drink.- 

RYAN: maybe ill join ya from now on if you frequent this place.

NELLIE: Um Im all abut that? 

NELLIE: Im always looking for new pals tuh hangout with. -Gives her a fangy grin.- 

NELLIE: I dunt always go here though. I also dunt mind partying in the cumforts of hive yuh know?

RYAN: yeah dude thats got its merits too. 

RYAN: if you wanna low key kinda party. which isnt always my thing necessarily... im a go big or go home kinda gal. 

RYAN: ... -sips- a bad analogy. but you get what i mean.

NELLIE: -Raises a brow at her.- Yah? 

NELLIE: Sounds like yuh know how tuh have a gud time. Got tuh say its been a while since I've intentionally gone hard at anything.

NELLIE: I kinda am used tuh coasting over a long period of time.

RYAN: hahah thats probably smarter anyways. 

RYAN: but what the fuck is moderation i ask.

NELLIE: A suggestion probubly?

NELLIE: At least thats how I take it. 

NELLIE: Treat yurself yuh know.

RYAN: -laughs a little about that. hoo boy... that's some shitty piece of advice right there, but she really is not equipped to argue with it. not when deep down it's something she agrees with anyways.- 

RYAN: darn fucking tootin. -downs this drink and flags the bar tender over for another. it begins.-

NELLIE: -Oh shit, she finished that quick. Nellie doesn't want to seem like a light weight to his new club buddy, so of course as Ryan flags down the bar tender he swings back the last of his vodka and orange juice in one go so he can get another and they can be even.- (Shiiiit.) 

NELLIE: Oh kay Ryanne we should like. 

NELLIE: Yuh should tell me more about yuh. Or wait like. We culd play a game like tuh lies one truth. 

NELLIE: Or whutever its called hahah.

NELLIE: I want tuh know more about yuh.

RYAN: oooo i love games like that. 

RYAN: let me think. :thinking: -grabs her new drink and sips thoughtfully.- 

RYAN: ok i got it.

RYAN: my mom is a famous musician. :microphone:

RYAN: this isnt my natural eye color. :eye:

RYAN: ive never ridden a horse before. :horse:

NELLIE: OOooooohh oh kay, oh kay um. 

NELLIE: -Squints at her as he thinks.- Yuh said yuh sing. And yuh can dance... suh the mom thing might be true... 

NELLIE: Im pretty sure thats yur eye color...

NELLIE: Nuh, I'm going tuh say yuh have never ridden a horse befur.

RYAN: ding dong you are wrong. 

RYAN: my mom IS famous. you ever heard of robyn saint?

NELLIE: -Dramatic gasp.- 

NELLIE: The Rob bin saint????? 

NELLIE: ....pfft nuh, I'm not really a big music guy.

RYAN: wow i cant imagine WHY. 

RYAN: shes kind of niche anyway so im not surprised when people havent heard of her. plus she hasnt been super active for a while... kind of a moldy oldie lmao. 

RYAN: anyways ive DEF ridden a horse before. 

RYAN: my big brother used to take a bunch of us kids in the family to horse ranches because hes like unhealthily obsessed with horses.

NELLIE: Hahah wow.

NELLIE: I saw a horse like. Once.

NELLIE: -Finishes his second drink and places the glass down on the bar with a pleasant sigh.-

NELLIE: Oh kay suh my turn then? Hmm.

NELLIE: I graduated wuth a degree in arow-dinamics. 

NELLIE: Ive never been ahrested. 

NELLIE: I'm lactose intollerint.

RYAN: ooooo tough... :thinking:

RYAN: im gonna say you got an aerodynamics degree. 

RYAN: becaaause i choose to believe theres a fun story behind you getting arrested and also that you dont suffer from an affliction as terrible as lactose intolerance.

NELLIE: NUPE! 

NELLIE: I cant touch cheez without suffuring. And also I never finished school feeding ell em ay oh. -He snickers.-

RYAN: damn!! thats the saddest thing that ever got said. 

RYAN: the cheese thing... ive never gotten proper schooling either haha.

RYAN: :eyes: but you have been arrested?

NELLIE: Yahhh it sucks majer bulge.... Still doesnt stahp me from eating it though. 

NELLIE: -Orders himself a third screw driver.- And eyup. 

NELLIE: I went tuh jail for like a month tuh. It wus a real long time ago.

NELLIE: Yuh are technically looking at a reformed felon.

Sari-04/18/2017

RYAN: :scream:

RYAN: can i ask what you did?

NELLIE: Heh well... 

NELLIE: -Sips more drank.- 

NELLIE: Mostly shop lifting.

RYAN: oooo mostly. i cant believe im fraternizing with a deliquent. -snickers- 

RYAN: ol sticky fingers nellie.

NELLIE: Hahaha yuh thats me. 

NELLIE: I wus a thief. -Among other things...-

NELLIE: Now I just fly ships and get high on thuh weekends.

RYAN: takes breaks from flying high to fly high. sounds like a good life to me. 

RYAN: im still... between careers lol. i think i mentioned that. i cant remember.

NELLIE: Yuh might of but I didnt remember either though haha. 

NELLIE: Thats oh kay though.

NELLIE: -Taps his fingers on the bar.- Hmm.

NELLIE: Also like. 

NELLIE: If its a gud life yuh want to try. Its still kind of the week end?

RYAN: ... -I shouldn't, I really really shouldn't. she keeps telling herself that.- 

RYAN: i mean i aint about to deny the invitation.

NELLIE: -He is grinning more now and straightens himself up.- Well shit. 

NELLIE: Then like. I've gut stuff at my place? Yuh know anything about Wish?

RYAN: -finishes up THIS drink quickly too.- sure ive heard of it. 

RYAN: never tried it before tho.

NELLIE: -:eyes:- 

NELLIE: Duh yuh want tuh?

NELLIE: I'm a little new tuh it tuh but. 

NELLIE: I like it. A friend shared it with me suh its only right i give the same chance tuh another.

RYAN: sharing is caring after all... 

RYAN: lets do it.

NELLIE: It shure as hell is. -He winks back and then slides the bar tender money for the drinks they've had so far.- 

NELLIE: We culd head there now, or keep hanging out here for a while more but. 

NELLIE: If we duh stay here I'm cutting mahself off suh I can still fly us back safe.

NELLIE: Its up tuh yuh, Ryanne.

RYAN: hmmmm. 

RYAN: eh we can split. im feeling a little crowded anyways.

NELLIE: Well in that cayse. -He stands up from the barstool and offers Ryan his arm.- 

NELLIE: Can I escort yuh out, buddy?

RYAN: -slides off and loops arms with him once again.- such a gentleman.

NELLIE: I try. Cunsider it making up for being an ex con. 

NELLIE: -He is going to lead her through the crowds and out the nearest exit then. When they get back outside into the fresh night air Nellie decaptchalogs his board again and once more will help Ryan up onto it with him. He's not too wobbly despite having three drinks in him.- I'm fifteen minnuts from here, suh same rules as last time tap if yuh need somethin!

RYAN: -she's feeling a little woozy after getting onto her feet, which is strange to her. her tolerance used to be much higher but then again she's been sober for like 9 months now. she nods in understanding, clambering up onto the board with him.- 

RYAN: right right i got you.

NELLIE: Oh kay then hold on tight! -Once he says that Nellie is zooming up into the night sky. He goes pretty fast, but stays in control the whole time. Zipping through the air on a hoverboard is like second nature to him after all these years.- 

NELLIE: -They arrive at his apartment building in the time that was promised. More specifically they arrive on the roof and Nellie leads Ryan down a set of fire escapes after tucking away his hoverboard again. After that he just slides open the window to the livingroom and presto!- Heh, hivestem sweet hivestem. 

 NELLIE: -He slides on in and then will give Ryan a hand if she needs help getting in.- Pretty sure mah roommate is out until wednesday but if yuh feel like sumthing is watching yuh thats probubly her ell oh ell. 

NELLIE: -The place isnt too fancy. But its got a decent kitchen, and furniture. There is one full bathroom and two bedrooms that branch off from the living room.-

RYAN: -thanks for the help friendo. she slips inside, pointedly ignoring the gut feeling she has that this whole situation is wrong and she should know better. she doesn't even know nellie that well, and yet she's throwing caution to the wind and accepting drugs from an acquaintance someplace she's unfamiliar with. just like the good old days...- 

RYAN: its cool im always down to be watched. 

RYAN: -distracts herself from her inner turmoil by wandering around the place, inspecting anything and everything there is to look at.-

NELLIE: -Its a nice place! Its well lit and there are video games and movies on the shelf by the tv. The couch is covered with strewn blankets (Whoops he didnt know he'd have company) but overall its pretty homey.- Oh kay yuh chill out for two seconds I'm going tuh get the stuff. Bee are bee. 

NELLIE: -He waves her towards the sitting area and she can sit on the couch or the arm chair near the coffee table. Nellie slips towards one of the back rooms, and when he comes bag he has an old fiduspawn card tin in his hands.-

RYAN: -flops onto the couch and makes herself cozy, looking around until he returns.- oh shit is it time to duel?

NELLIE: -The blankets are very cozy, soft and clean smelling if she wants to get super comfy.- Heh, yah always??

NELLIE: -Sits himself on the floor and puts the tin on the coffee table before opening it. Inside is a collection of weed, cigarettes, a nasal spray bottle, and then a bunch of these strange body patches.- 

 NELLIE: -He takes out the bottle and a patch.- Oh kay suh yuh have got options here. I never used this spray but its a more direct and faster high? Suh yuh can use it if yuh want. Im a fan of these though. -Holds up the patch.- 

NELLIE: It melts intuh yur skin over time suh its a longer lasting high.

RYAN: hmm... -considers her options carefully.- 

RYAN: okay like. 

RYAN: its not gonna kill me if i take a shot of this and then slap on a patch is it? 

RYAN: im talking immediate health risks. im well beyond the long term kind.

NELLIE: Proububly not? I mean I did tuh patches at once this one time.

NELLIE: But yuh are going tuh feel that shit pfft.

NELLIE: Its kind of a high like weed. But more in the front of yur pan if yuh get that?

NELLIE: Makes shit heavy and light at the same time. Warms yuh up.

RYAN: oh okay that doesnt sound so bad. 

RYAN: -grabs that nasal spray.- gonna get me a WHIFF. -examines this bottle to assess how it's used before she does the honors. WHOOF. she seems a little surprised, blinking and shaking her head after it tickles up her nose.- 

RYAN: alright alright. now slap me with one of those thingers. i dunno where the ideal place to stick it is.

NELLIE: -Watches her figure out the spray and snickers a little as he hands her a patch.- Peel off the back first. And I like tuh put them on the small of mah back. 

NELLIE: Or shoulder. -He takes a patch for himself, peels off the back and lifts his shirt and sticks it on the skin of his shoulder. Nellie then rubs the patch just to warm it up faster so his body can absorb it sooner.-

RYAN: -peels off the back of the patch and lifts up her shirt around her middle, slapping it onto her back. depending on where he's sitting, he might catch a glimpse of the tattoo covering almost all of her back when she leans over.- 

RYAN: cool. now the party can truly begin.

NELLIE: Hehe hell yah. Let me know if yuh want snacks or sumthing tuh? Ive got stuff tuh munch on. 

NELLIE: -He just catches the sight of her tat out of the corner of his eye and he leans a little to try and see more of it.- Oooh. 

 NELLIE: Thats sick looking? Yur tattoo.

RYAN: oh yeah. let me give you the full experience. -lifts her the back of her shirt up higher since it goes all the way up to her shoulder blades. a beautiful blue and pink peacock tattoo stretches over the expanse of her skin.- 

RYAN: okay its not the full experience because otherwise id be flashing my ass at you.

NELLIE: Pfft. Well thanks. -But still :eyes: all over the designs.- Wow. 

 NELLIE: Nuh seriously thats sum amazing werk.April 20, 2017

RYAN: right? theyve got some killer tattoo artists on lopan. 

RYAN: you ever go there much? i bet youd be into that scene.

NELLIE: -Shakes his head.- Nahh. But now it's on my list ell oh ell. 

NELLIE: Whut kind of place is it?

RYAN: shit dude its like the night life planet. 

RYAN: great for partying. great for artsy folk. but thats in the cities. 

RYAN: in the desert its junker city like its star wars or some shit.

NELLIE: Wait junkers? Whut can yuh buy parts out there? -Hes all about old ship junk.-

NELLIE: If suh then yah this seems like a place I need tuh guh tuh ay ess ay pee.

RYAN: -smirks and nods- yeah exactly like that. 

RYAN: makes sense. most of you space truckers are into that it seems like. -tilts her head, resting it on her hand and equilibrium seems thrown off so suddenly she almost falls over to the side. whoa there. guess this shit is kicking in and she's got lead in her head, but it must be the airiness keeping her upright..- 

RYAN: im feeling it mister krabs.

NELLIE: -Ryan please do not fall over, he would feel real bad if you did.- Oh em gee. 

NELLIE: Well take it easy oh kay? -His is a slower building high, but Nellie can really start to feel his body warm up as the drugs are absorbed into his system.- Ahh its the shit though rite?

RYAN: its real nice dude... im starting to chill way the fuck out now. hahaha. -passes a hand through her hair.- 

RYAN: you said something about snacks?

NELLIE: I probubly did. 

NELLIE: Yuh like popcorn. Chips?

RYAN: why not both?