#this is for the goofs. and also is proof that i am still working on the fic.

[boxfullaturtles]

Adagio in Green outline but the context is locked in the Prison Dimension

[leidensygdom]

Just a bit of a personal thought, but I have grown to deeply dislike how social media, with its' competitive algorithm and need to have a perfect performance, is often giving people a really wrong idea of what is it actually to do art.

Most times, artists are rewarded by posting only their best work: A badly performing post in places like Instagram may affect how well your next post performs. It also prefers you to post finished pictures, very presentable sketches, that kind of stuff. Which is rarely the bulk of an artists' work. Even speedpaints have been chewed down into palatable videos barely reaching 15 seconds. Tiktok and Instagram reels prefer extremely short videos, and speedpaints are mostly just few (sparkles) aesthetic (sparkles) shots of minuscule parts of the process.

And all of that, I've found, gives people this really weird image of what is art actually like. A lot of starting artists grow to make idols out of bigger ones, thinking that these people can only create perfect pieces effortlessly, but that's not how it works. Very far from that. It's mostly that artists that keep active social media and have grown to know the game, know that showing the rough parts of art is not what gets you favoured by the algorithm.

I've been thinking about this ever since I saw a video on twitter of a fairly long speedpaint for what you usually see in social media, I think 4 minutes long, where the person redrew portions of the sketch up to five times. And a lot of people mentioned it was enlightening to see the struggle, to see that even a competent artist sometimes will struggle doing a little phone cord for an hour.

I think that's something I have kind of experienced, too. I'm not a big artist, but a lot of people have mentioned they find me intimidating still, up until they know me on Discord or something and realize I'm just a goof like any other. Up until I mention a face refused to work for 2 hours and I gave up, or how I randomly keep learning new basic functionalities in my drawing software of choice. And I think that's crucial to share too: Art is not a linear road! It isn't a smooth trip! You'll fail again and again and sometimes will end up going back to a previous point, then take another path. Sometimes you render a whole drawing and decide it looks bad so you start over. Sometimes you realize the lines came out wonky as hell and end up redoing it. Sometimes you gave a character 6 fingers or forgot people have eyebrows. It happens! And it's part of what making art is!

I mentioned this on Twitter- I rarely have visible proof of these struggles, but for an Artfight drawing (where I am trying to be speedy), I struggled with a cloak. For long. I made a thumbnail, I made a sketch, realized the cloak didn't work out, so I redrew it over and over again. I deleted most of the discarded sketches, but here's a few of the things that survived.

And like, I'm tired of not talking about this! I'm sad that people think they're failing because their art process isn't as smooth as it could be! So, yeah: I guess rant over, but I just have been thinking about this a bunch lately. If you'd like, do please feel free to reblog or share in replies any similar situations, struggles and flops. I think it could help people to realize how this is actually just a natural part of the process.

[bloopitynoot]

Reading SVSSS: Chapter 7

For those who don't know, I am reading SVSSS for the first time and sharing my thoughts!

If you have not read it, there will be spoilers! Consider this a warning.

Also- if you want to follow along, I am aiming to post updates daily. You can find all the posts in the tag bloopitynoot reads SVSSS. You can also check out the intro post for context on my read.

A new day a new chapter! Today we get into the Water Prison. The real question: will Shen Qingqiu actually make it out?

No Charlie pics today, I have been abandoned at my reading/writing station, but I do have tea! Tea today is a blueberry jasmine.

Let's get into it!!!!

What the fuck?! Is this an acid lake? p89

Dang it really is crazy how after two accusations with zero evidence or proof that Shen Qingqiu actually did anything, he get's locked up in maximum security prison. p89

Right now I'm having war flashbacks from MDZS -> another protagonist out here doing their best with the rest of the world just making shit up about them for fun. RE: Little Palace mistress and her delusions of what SQQ did. She literally even says- he didnt say you did anything but I have a vibe. Like what? p91

We are gathered here today to all witness how Shen Qingqiu is once again refusing to acknowledge that he is indeed the Love Interest. Honestly, does anyone ever tell him? I live for the day the system changes his classification from villain to Love interest and actually tells him this. Idk if it happens, but now I need it to happen. Re: "what fit even less was the fact, in the original work, the Little Palace Mistress's refined iron whip had only been used for attacking love rivals" p93

Luo Binghe to the rescue!! p94 just catching that whip

Okay but when SQQ states that something is wrong with the script- is he actually on the path to understanding? or still clueless? I hope he sort of realizes what's happening, because dang this guy has 0 idea Luo Binghe would kill for him p95

OOP. "There is no need for Shizun to be so wary. If I wished to do something to you, I wouldn't need to touch you at all" p96

Re: point above about "is he understanding?" *deep sigh * SQQ has not learned at all and refuses to actively listen. He is still trying to follow the old script p.97. Okay but I do love how this guy is accidentally getting himself (in a weird way) romanced.

I honestly am pretty sure this is a dating sim XD "*to the system* Do you think we're playing a dating sim?!" p99

omg torture via demon blood is horrible. Like this is a worst nightmare, having little bugs in your organs NO THANKS. p101

I'm crying LOOOOOL two options; 1. the fake jade guanyin. 2. [Activate Small Scene Pusher] and gets his CLOTHES ripped off. Bro is now the lead in a period bodice ripper XD p102

*face palm* "Does it just take advantage of Luo Binghe's physiological disgust upon seeing a man's half-naked body?" p104. no my man, it is not disgust

oh no, giving him his outer robe made it more scandalous p104

RIP confirmed that that is the previous canon's sex robe p106

literally everyone has a feeling about what's up. Gongyi Xiao is eyeing SQQ, see's the robe and does indeed assume things about SQQ and Luo Binghe. How stupid is SQQ??? p107

Re: the note from Shang Qinghua to SQQ. Shang Qinghua is also an idiot, this guy had 1 job and that was to not fuck up the mushrooms. he goofed this exponentially. RIP those mushrooms. p109

Welp. Gongyi Xiao is realizing that Luo BInghe may not be as pure of heart as he thought p112

it's so much worse though- he really thinks that Luo Binghe assaulted SQQ and is now helping SQQ escape. p113

meanwhile SQQ is living in his own universe LOL no idea these are the assumptions. Also, IDK what's going to happen when Luo Binghe inevitably see's SQQ in Gongyi Xiao's robe. RIP GYX p115

Okay but SQQ I too would freak the fuck out if I had a walking/wake dream. Meng Mo's realm is no joke. p120-121

Dang Luo Binghe has become so strong. This dreamscape is insane. pp 124-126

again with the clothes ripping. I hope one day they enjoy this consensually. p127 (blessed be this canon for the fanfics)

in which SQQ does not realize that the fight in the dreamscape is indeed not a fight- it is most definitely foreplay. p128

I fucking KNEW IT Luo Binghe was NOT pleased with SQQ wearing Gongyi Xiao's robe. LOOOL. p130

but also I don't know what became of GYX but let's take a moment to remember him, I am sure he did not make it.

oh gosh more tragic SQQ backstory :( p132

I am glad I clocked it in the last chapter. Something was so fishy about the family that took him in and his "betrothal" my heart for SQQ :( :( :( p134

Okay get it Ning YinYing!!!! Re: her talking shit to and about Little Palace Mistress to her face! p138

yes she got slapped but still she did a pretty good job! and her sect siblings have her back.

That is it for today!!

Oh god. ofc we leave on a cliffhanger with a shady guy ready to super saiyan AND the next chapter is ominously titled "Death". I am not prepared for this!

[mask131]

Why the Time Bandits remake makes me feel an angry despair (4)

Alright, let's see what's ne... NOOOOH!

No! They are INTERACTING WITH THE GIANT? No!

Arrrg.

... The whole point of the giant was that they could NOT interact with him. Because he is a giant. As in... a literal, folkloric, legendary, mythical giant.

Because that's the Time of Legends sequence. And what is the point of the Time of Legends? Simple. As I said before, the whole movie is also the debunking of myths, and the Time of Legends is the ultimate proof of that.

When we hear of the "Time of Legends", it is described to us as this fabulous time of wonders and magic where wizars still walked the earth and where the most fabulous treasure in the world can be found. Just from hearing about it we think about some sort of grand, beautiful, epic fantasy land.

And instead we get... This.

A huge, barren, cloudy and misty desert, some sort of wasteland which could be out of a post-apocalypse. And all the team meets are just man-eating giants and ugly gibberish-speaking trolls, and vicious spider-women (well, that was in the deleted scene), and of course... the giant.

And with the character of the Giant, we have the actual legends and myths of giant being played straight. This is not a jolly good giant, this is not some Disney cartoon goofs, no! This is a gigantic, primordial, out-of-sea being that nobody expects and nobody knows where he comes from. It is a literal force of nature who just appears, and is completely uncaring of what surrounds him, crushing houses under his feet without even noticing it. It is a being too large, too big for any regular being to be able to interact with him - him yawning is LITERAL THUNDER. This is just accurately depicting the giants of old, as these inhuman titans, AND it is also a situation that requires the protagonists to be clever, to find a cunning solution, and to use their environment (the trick with the ogre's sleeping potion, something very typical of the fairytale-like logic they are thrown into).

So to have the Bandits interact with the Giant... I fear for the worst. In fact this Time of Legends looks WAY too sunny, and I am truly anxious at what they will do with the rest of the sequence... Plus, I guess the gag of the troll-house being completely crushed was cut out. Probably too "nasty" for these people...

They even removed the random tattoos. I don't think they could have offended anyone since they literaly meant nothing, and were just there to add to the weirdness and mystery of the giant - who clearly comes from the time of "myths" and "legends", aka things filled with symbols we do not understand us as modern viewers. The same way we do not understand why he has those weird tattoos or was under the boat. But anyway I gave up on the idea that this remake would bring anything original - all it does is water down the working material by literaly removing anything that made it weird or strange.

[judysxnd]

Dating Jimmy Pop would include

young!Jimmy Pop x reader (set today tho)

Got to admit, this was my new crush back in September (I tend to move on quickly sometimes), I've discovered the group and I'm clearly obsessed so here I am. I know it's not going to last very long (proof) but I want to write about him still.

I see him as very casual person, someone who does not really go out much, except in bars to get absolutely blasted. I actually know nothing on his background and such. I'm totally ignorant.

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-playing video games until late at night

-smoking cessions

-you have most of the time the music very loud, dancing around and singing

-him playing guitare, sometimes just to practice, he also loves to tease you because you don't know how to play

-he tries to teach you, but it never lasts long because you get frustrated as you really can't play

-he also plays the piano, aka your favorite instrument, but same you can't play, but it's easier than the guitare

-you are close to his friends, therefore the band

-you go to their concerts

-you spend a lot of time at the studio with them

-he is always making you laugh with jokes, imitations, whatever, you're always laughing

-lots of sex, obviously, he loves to go down on you (it works both ways)

-public sex? like a bathroom, in the car, everywhere you can have some privacy I'd say

-every chance you get you film him goofing around

-you love stealing his clothes. One time he wore one of your dress as a joke because he wanted to do the same with your clothes

-challenging each other about everything, trying new things, literally living your best life, having fun

-going out in bars a lot

-betting on who's going to be wasted first

-you love his music, so you listen to it very often, singing along because you know them all by heart

-so it happens a lot that Jimmy catches you singing to his songs.

-going to sports games a lot with Jimmy, even if you don't know anything about it

[lopez-richter-fangirl]

Just finished my rewatch and it’s swinging even more in favour of being my favourite show and it definitely might be the *best* show

The opening sets the tone so well but also, pleasantly surprised how long it took someone to die once we get into the show for real!

I do wish we could have got more of bryce but her onstage debut with them is so fun and she’s SO good

The title projection is COOL AF. I can’t remember if tcb said how they knew/found Joey but the lighting design of this show 🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻

Lauren’s soprano I cryyyyy

This is suchhh a good opening number 

Will NEVER STOP YELLING ABOUT LAUREN’S CHOREO I’LL ENGRAVE THE DAMN AWARD MYSELF

How anyone can say this show isn’t as horny as mamd with lauren’s scream/moan wait maybe that’s just me

Pete/steph I’m sorry I doubted you

The writing of this show is just so fun

Will is SO great as max

Obviously Grace is still unhinged but I do think she was a more grounded character in this show so while I definitely think it was a good move to make pete and steph more the main characters than they were originally I did find her fun to watch

Love this trio of nerds <3

“You don’t even need to try with me Pete”jokes 👏🏻 that are objectively 👏🏻 funnier 👏🏻

How did I not notice how GRABBY Lauren was in this scene the first time

Joey as pete I love himmmm

AND HE SOUNDS SO GOOD

Angela does these freudian slips VERY well 

Dirty girl alone really is hornier than anything in mamd

The spins are so dumb but so fun

This is such a fun group too

Ruth baby I’ll talk to you <3

“I don’t want to though” Need I say it again jokes 👏🏻 that are 👏🏻 objectively 👏🏻 funnier 👏🏻

The escalation from bully the bully to bury the bully is so funny

I don’t know what it is about the nighthawks song but I LOVE it

“I love being alive” is so devastatingly good, you KNOW. You know </3

The SFX makeup is also so cool

Still feel robbed of their finest work the smoke club kids but it’s FINE

Joey’s “oh no” is too good

Lauren’s face when steph and ruth almost hold hands is also too good 

Dan and donna <3 who are definitely married with dogs and kids

Hatchet town is so good

Okay didn’t notice Arm the first time

Barbecue monologues has no right being that funny

Lauren KILLS this scene. And just for once is such a great song and she also blends her character and normal voice really well. Took three hatchetfield shows but Jeff nailed it 🙏🏻

PAUL AND EMMA PAUL AND EMMA I know I already said it but it’s *perfect*, the flirting is perfect, and the 5 year joke *chef’s kiss*

Not even really a joke but spitting in his hot chocolate… objectively funnier

Twist of all twists (although I really should have foreseen it tbh) I am OBSESSED with if I loved you

Bisexual ruth special to us all <3

So glad we got a goof best part of live shows 

The lighting with max in the car is also very cool!!

The LiB scene!!!!!!! It’s TOO good. I can’t even articulate how good

If there’s one thing about Joey Richter it’s he’s gonna make me cry with an emotional sacrifice scene 😭😭😭

Did get scared for one sec here in the reprise though even though someone already told me I was good 

HEARTBREAKING AND HE DOESN’T EVEN DIE </3

Grace saving the day is proof you can have a predictable “twist” that’s still good!

This song is so fun!!! It’s such a great closing number because we all know this is where the show ends!!!

And lauren’s DRESS!!! It was worth being totally surprised by that. And lauren’s choreo will never shut up about it bestie girl its SO GOOD

And I hateeee to say it but pete and steph probably should have kissed. Suspicious 

Also lauren in curtain call loml she looks so happy

It would have been a fucking blast to see this show in person especially for the first time, I should have done it tbh. I was so scared for WHAT. But they simply have to do it again sorry 2 weekends was not enough 

[gabrioblu]

breaks through wall

Y'ALL ARE STILL ARGUING ABOUT KRIS BEING NON-BINARY???

Now, I know there's no point in doing this because:

A. It's already a big argument and this likely won't do anything, and

B. There's no convincing some of you people.

HOWEVER: I feel the need to weigh in on this because that's what my brain is telling me to do right now, at this ungodly hour.

SO: I am going to go through all reasonable arguments I can find, and debunk them.

Ambiguity vs. Characterization

"They/Them is used when you don't know someone's gender."

While this is true, it also... isn't the only use? And why would Kris' friends not know their gender? That's generally something you'd want people to know.

"Frisk's gender was ambiguous in Undertale to allow the player to put themselves in their shoes. It's the same in Deltarune."

This one is... complicated. Frisk (and Chara's) gender is an entirely different and much larger can of worms that I don't want to get into here. Technically, Chara is your reflection, but again, moving on. While that may be true in Undertale, Deltarune is a very different game, and it is EXPLICITLY STATED... A LOT OF TIMES that Kris is not a self-insert. They are their own person. There are many times the game throws you off to, in a way, prevent you from putting yourself in their shoes. That is one of the main concepts of Deltarune.

"It's like Link not having a voice, so you can imagine whatever voice you want."

Now, I don't play LOZ, but again, Kris' gender isn't meant to be ambiguous. Also, here's proof from @suzyundertale on the Link voice thing, showing that that's not even true, either. sucks to suck huh

"Kris has a neutral name and design."

Maybe that isn't to be ambiguous but actually because they ARE NEUTRAL??

Why the other characters would know their pronouns

Like I said above, it seems like something you'd want people to know. But apparently that's not true??

"Ralsei wouldn't know Kris' pronouns, because he didn't even know their NAME when they first met."

And yet he learned Kris' name. (🤯) Same goes for gender. You don't continue knowing nothing about someone forever. That's just dumb.

"Susie wouldn't know either because she's been bullying Kris and they wouldn't want to tell either of them their gender."

I... what?

Okay, there's a lot to go through here, and it's all faulty logic. By the same logic as the last point, relationships between characters change. Susie and Kris are pretty good friends at this point, and it's implied that Kris looks up to Susie due to her rebellious nature. yknow cause Kris wants to get rid of our control

And on that second idea, it makes no sense for Kris to simply "not want to tel them their gender." Why? It makes no sense.

And what about Toriel, or Noelle? Why would Kris' mother use gender-neutral pronouns if Kris wasn't non-binary?

Kris is NOT a self-insert character

"Kris has no independent dialogue and doesn't emote."

Yeah, because they're being CONTROLLED THE WHOLE TIME

The whole point of the intro sequence is to hammer in the idea that Kris is separate from you. If you still genuinely think that Kris is meant to be a blank slate, you have NOT played the game (just like the goof who thought suselle was one sided lmao)

It's not a headcanon

In addition, I see a lot of people calling it a headcanon. No. You really can't just headcanon someone's gender. It's like thinking Mario is actually female. The term would be 'crappy, unfaithful AU'.

Assorted weird stuff

"Siblings of opposite genders usually don't share rooms"

I mean... maybe. But... your point? That's also a really weird thing to say, because, again why would that be the case?

"But- but the shampoo! It says 'for the boys'!!"

No. That is simply not how it works.

holy jalapeno wait until these people find out that i (a guy) wear female slippers they'll lose their flippin minds

Why gender matters

"You never get to choose a gender for your vessel. Why? It doesn't matter."

But y'know what does matter? The fact that the vessel is discarded and replaced with AN EXISTING PERSON WITH THEIR OWN TRAITS.

"Alphys doesn't say 'I'm bisexual'. But, she has crushes on Undyne and Asgore, making her canonically bisexual."

"But that is explicit, unlike the humans' genders."

<rant>

IT IS CALLED "SHOW, DON'T TELL" AND IT IS AN IMPORTANT CONCEPT FOR CHARACTERIZATION IN WRITING. JESUS FRUITCAKE CHRIST. As stated, Toby is very good at this. Which is why, at the beginning of Undertale, we didn't need to have:

"Hi, my name is Toriel, and I'm female, and cisgender, and I like snails and snail pie, and I want to be a teacher, " ET CETERA ET CETERA ET CETERA. It's bulky, and boring, and unnecessary. Instead, sprinkle in characterization through inference and details. Not everything has to be stated. Far from it.

</rant>

Conclusion

Alright. This post has taken well over two hours, but I now have to summarize all of that.

To put it simply, it's asinine to assume that everybody is referring to Kris using gender-neutral pronouns because they don't know their real gender, especially Toriel. She would refer to Kris by their birth gender UNLESS EXPRESSLY ASKED TO BY KRIS THEMSELVES. She would have no other reason to do so.

Toby doesn't have to explicitly state that Kris is non-binary. Did he ever explicitly state that Papyrus is male? No, but he has Sans refer to him as his brother, and with male pronouns.

aw crap i need a good closing sentence uh uhhh

So why is Kris such a special case? Maybe take time to reflect on that.

[copperbadge]

Hi, I have started a new office job! It's good, I like the people I work with and the work itself but it's sooo different from what I'm used to? I don't always feel I have enough to do, which is partly b/c of the time of year and cause I'm still new, only 30 days, but is this normal-ish? I am trying to be self directed and going thru my responsibilities but somedays, there's just not a lot? Have you ever found that in any of your jobs?

Yeah, a lot of office jobs are like this -- mine have almost all had a great deal of empty space in them. It's not universal for sure, but it's not at all unusual. The only time I've had an office job where I really didn't have any time free during the average week was right at the end of my last job when we were heavily downstaffed and I was doing about three peoples' worth of jobs. Even then, my schedule had some flex to it.

Especially as a newbie you're going to have a lot of downtime because people are giving you time to settle in, or they're trying to work out what they can assign to you, or they're waiting until you're fully trained to start assigning you more responsibility. And you may have less work at this time of year because a lot of people are out of office or for other reasons (this is actually a busy time for me and my crew, because we get a lot of end-of-year donations, but a ton of nonprofit work is backwards to the rhythms of normal for-profit office work).

I recommend never, ever telling anyone at work that you are not busy, however. For one, most people in any given office know that we aren't working at 100% for 100% of the time, because if we were we'd all be exhausted. Two, it means you'll be given more work. :D Which, okay, some of that is "Why work when you don't have to" but some of it is also that it is GOOD to have slack built into your schedule. It means you can ramp up when needed, and also that you get periods of brain rest, and also that you have time to work on independent projects should you wish, whether those are for work or, say, fanfic. I actually at this point tend to lower expectations by waiting to submit work -- I'll finish a project a day early and submit it the day it's due regardless.

In one job, I had to process documents being converted from PDF to Word, then pass them on to our proofer; he could only proof about four documents a day, but I could process about 20. So on Monday I'd process all 20 documents, and send him four of them -- and the rest of the week I'd send him four a day, and write fanfic for hours on end. Occasionally they gave me other jobs to do, but at that job I was essentially paid full time to work one day a week and show up to do nothing the other four.

The average office worker only works four hours a day. In some jobs I've literally booked out those four hours and fucked around the rest of the time. When I needed to, I'd break into Fuck Around Time in order to do more work, but otherwise -- they're paying me for results, not for sweat. As a front-desk receptionist it was baked in, actually; they said to me "There's going to be long periods of time where you are doing nothing. Your job at those times is to entertain yourself in ways that don't make it look like you're goofing off if someone important walks in." I wrote a lot of fanfic and novels, read a lot of books, did a shitload of origami. I loved that job; if it paid better I probably never would have left it.

Eventually, too, you will learn the rhythms of your job and workplace, and figure out when you're most likely to have empty time, so that you can build around it. For instance, on Fridays I get a data document that I have to evaluate and present to my colleagues the following Wednesday. Friday and Monday are therefore my busy days; Tuesday and Wednesday are for work I might have put off during the busy days. Thursday is generally just an open day; I can do long-term work projects, or I can spend the whole day dicking around. If a rush job comes in, I can push work into Thursday to get the rush job done, regardless of when it arrives.

In any case, you have a couple of options for continuing to look busy even when you aren't. If you can read on a computer screen, queue up some books or fanfic (be careful what you access on company internet, of course; I have more free range than most and am not monitored because my job is researched-based and I have to go to some weird shit places). Read newspapers you might have access to, or work on your own writing/creative endeavors on cloud-based apps. A couple of times a year I'd dedicate the empty space in a week to going through old files and organizing them, or cleaning out my email inboxes.

You can also, if you desire, work on independent projects for your actual employer. In my spare time I've built several tools to make my life easier, some of which I've shown to my bosses to impress them. Some just make my work go faster and my bosses don't know that, and don't have to. Again: they are paying for results, not for me to sit there like a booby doing work I don't have to do. If there are ways to streamline processes, you can use the time to think about implementing them (although ask other people they may impact, first). The other day I was giving a mailing list one last scroll-through before sending it to my boss, and idly realized there was a fantastic opportunity to do a little data visualization, so I whipped that up and added it to the email I was sending, like "Hey I also noticed this, see what you think."

For a while, in my last job, I had enough lee time in my schedule that most days I could work my second job as a transcriptionist while at my primary job. That can get perilous and I don't recommend it, but it can be done...

Anyway, be at ease, this is supposed to be the case and it's a great bonus when it actually does happen :D Do your work competently and efficiently and don't worry too much about the empty spots, just take breaks and keep yourself entertained.

[reidjumpers]

Here Comes the Sun: Dumplings

Spencer Reid x Reader

Warning: mentions of food, some curse words, domestic bliss, Spencer being a little anxious

Series Summary: a journey of going through parenthood with Spencer Reid

Chapter Summary: When Spencer woke up to you making dumplings in the dining table, he knew he was in trouble.

Note: welcome to the first chapter of dad!Spencer series! For those who have faint heart, fear not, because I am not mean and I write this so we can all have serotonin boost together. Enjoy!

prologue, next chapter, series masterlist.

Nobody in their right mind would ever call Spencer Reid a fool. He might have encountered people that underestimate him or didn’t think he was as smart, yes, but no one would ever call him a fool. Not even when Emily joked about his IQ getting slashed into 60 in the presence of a beautiful woman. He had to silently agree with that statement. How could he not? In front of him was a very beautiful woman that he had the luxury to call her his wife. His beautiful, gorgeous, very understanding, intelligent wife.

But right now he definitely felt like a goddamn fool.

When Spencer woke up to an empty bed and the apartment smelled distinctively sweet like the bakery, he thought he was waking up on a really good day. But when he walked out the bedroom and spotted you sitting at the dining table calmly, a hum of songs from the speaker played in the background, and a stack of dumpling skin placed on the table, he knew he was in the doghouse.

It was common knowledge that whenever you’re stressed or upset upon something or someone, when life seemingly wants to fucks you over and over, you’d channel it through baked sweets or as strange as it sounds, dumplings. He never knew witnessing you silently make dumplings on the dining table with freshly baked cookies on the counter would be such a terrifying and worrisome sight to see.

Spencer stood silently in the doorway, rocking on his heels forward and backwards. He was quiet and careful not to burst the bubble of your own world. His mind started to run a few scenarios inside his head over and over, trying to walk through every minute by minute of every event in his life that had led him into today.

“Hey,” he greeted you after two solid minutes of thinking and couldn’t come up with any answer. His voice was gentle to not startle you as he pulled a chair across yours.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” you teased. It was 11:15 AM, you were most definitely saying that just to tease him.

Spencer rolled his eyes at your jab, silently reached for the dumpling skin in front of him and started to fill it with the filling. He had done this thousands of times over to know the right way to make dumplings. Your first few dates with him consisted of homemade dumplings and sipping wine. He was honored when you showed him how to make dumplings the way your grandmother did it, grinning as you said it’s a family secret and he promised to keep it as one.

“Are we having a guest?” Spencer asked as he put his own dumpling carefully into the designated plate. His dumpling would never be as good as yours no matter how much he tried, but he was proud that it was passable enough to your standard.

“No?” you furrowed your eyebrows, glancing up from your own dumpling. “Why?”

“You make more dumplings than usual,” he pointed out.

“Oh,” your voice was soft, barely audible, and he nearly missed it. “Didn’t realize that.”

Spencer nodded, reaching for another dumpling skin to soothe his worry away. Study has shown that repetitive action proven to soothe anxiety and increase focus. He could recite the study in his sleep, forward and backwards without stuttering. But the damned repetitive action of making dumplings didn’t work for him right now.

He cleared his throat. It is now and never. He would have to kiss his husband of the year trophy goodbye if he couldn’t figure out for his life what makes his wife this upset. “Hon?” he called for your attention.

You let out a hum of acknowledgement, eyes didn’t leave your dumpling for a second. It made the corner of his lips twisted downwards.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” he asked gently, mindful not pressing you into telling him things. He knew you would never keep things away from him. You would tell him eventually, but he needed to hear it.

You, however, just scrunched your nose adorably in confusion. “Talk about what?”

“You bake cookies and make dumplings, and it’s just…” he craned his neck to take a glance towards the hanging clock above the cabinet. “It’s not even twelve yet.”

You blinked at his statement. “I’m hungry.”

“You do stress bake,” he patiently pointed out. Placing his yet another passable looking dumpling into the designated plate, he let out a sigh. “You also make dumplings when you’re stressed or upset. And now you do both first thing in the morning.”

“You know me so well, huh? You should marry me if you know me so well.”

“Already did, nine months ago,” Spencer rolled his eyes at your humor, but a smile graced his lips. “So, do you want to talk about it?”

You blinked at him again, nose scrunched up in confusion at his question. Spencer could feel silence slowly settling in, filling the gaps between you and him. His mind started to make a list of things that you like, making mental notes to make a short trip to a grocery store to pick up your favorite ice cream and take a reroute towards the flower shop he saw a week ago and picked up a bouquet of roses.

He was in the middle of mentally reciting his apology for fucking up when he heard you burst into a laughter. It took him a moment to register that the sound of you cackling so hard was not a mere figment of his imagination. He saw you laughing so hard, head thrown backwards overwhelming the small dining room.

“I’m sorry,” you hiccupped, wiping away tears from your eyes with your sleeve. Spencer would’ve smiled at the sight if he weren’t so puzzled. “Babe, are you really thinking I’m mad at you because I bake cookies and make dumplings?”

Spencer sputtered, “How could I not!” he huffed, throwing his hands into the air dramatically as you laugh upon his misery. “I was so worried! You always either bake or make dumplings when you’re upset, but never both! And now you do both and you keep dodging my question.”

“I didn’t mean to!” you said defensively between your laughter. You cleared your throat, not wanting to make the pout on Spencer’s lips even more prominent. “I guess my brain really associated cookies and dumplings as something comforting. I crave for some comfort food, and my brain just screams, ‘cookies and dumplings!’ I didn’t mean to make you worried, I’m sorry.”

“This much? You’re really hungry, huh?”

“Pretty hungry since I’m eating for two now.”

Spencer froze on his spot, his hand stopped midair before he was able to reach for another dumpling skin. He blinked. Once. Twice. Three times. “W-what?”

You just smiled cheekily at him. You got up from your seat and walked towards the kitchen, leaving him alone flabbergasted at your statement. You came back a minute later, a wide smile at your face and your hand tucked behind your back.

“Ta-da!” you cheerfully said, placing baby shoes on the table in front of him. Spencer let out a soft gasp, cooed at the sight of how tiny the shoes are.

“Are you…? Are we…?”

“Pregnant,” you finished his sentence for him with a wide grin. “I found out during our case in LA and I was meaning to tell you earlier, I swear! But the case got a little crazy and we’re whisked away into doing a lot of things at once.”

Spencer let out a shaky breath, staring into the baby shoes with eyes full of awe. The news still felt unreal for him, artificial, but the warmth blooming on his chest that slowly spreading through his system left him fuzzy. A small reminder that it was as real as he wanted to be.

You probably have mistaken his silence for something else as you shifted your weight from one foot to another. You started to fidget with the hem of your shirt, eyes not meeting his. “I know we agree to wait for a year, but–”

Spencer practically leaped from his seat and scooped you into his arms. His smile was so wide that his cheeks started to hurt. You let out a small yelp as he spun you around before he placed a tender kiss on your lips. “I love you,” he said between your kisses, grinning as he stole a few more small kisses.

You giggled between his kisses, your hand flew into his face and patted his cheeks as he assaulted your face with his lips. “I love you too, you big goof.”

“A baby, huh?” Spencer let out a happy sigh after he spared your life from his kisses. His hand nestled on your waist, gently swaying you in his arms. “We’ve got to start baby proofing the whole place, make sure there are no sharp edges,” he rambled.

“Spencer–”

“I’ll go to the bookstore and pick up some book about baby names! Do you think Jason is a good name?”

“I think–”

“Oh, we should start shopping for some clothes and socks too. Make sure they’re warm–”

“Spencer!” you interrupted his rambling with your hands squishing his face. You smiled at him as he blinked his eyes towards you slowly, a little fazed that you broke his train of thought. “I love all the planning ideas, but right now let’s just focus on making dumplings and feed three of us, okay?”

“Okay,” he breathed out, slowly collapsing into his seat again. “Okay. Dumplings…” he muttered to himself, grabbing the dumpling skin in front of him. “But seriously, what do you think about the name Jason?”

“It’s a lovely name.”

“Oh, common ground. I like that.”

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[colormeyondublue]

Chapter 17: A Big Idea

Chapter 16 Here 

Hours turn into days in your old house with Yondu. He has learned a lot recently. Your mom has also learned a lot about space and the expansions of our universe. You all take turns telling stories each night after dinner. Any story that Yondu tells is always translated through you, so some of the more crass details are censored. Yondu shoots you a couple “what the hell?” looks as you pick your words carefully, and you shoot a couple innocent looks and a nudge him back. Your mom tells him stories of when you were young, before your father passed. You begin to notice him smiling more as he hears more about you and your sister playing, fighting and just plain goofing off. He doesn’t mention it, but you know that smile is from his mind wandering back to when Quill and Kraglin were kids. Family is family, no matter where you’re from.

One cold and rainy fall afternoon you find yourselves playing Uno on the floor. Uno was the best choice of terran game to show Yondu how to play. Although the numbers on the cards he didn’t quite understand at first, the shapes and colors were easy for him to pick up on. Needless to say, he beat you on multiple occasions. After another hand, you lay back on the floor and let out a sigh.

“I am so bored! I need to get out of this house. I want to see how much my planet has changed in the past three years. But I don’t want to leave you here by yourself.”

“Why? I can handle maself just fine.” He says as he begins putting the cards back in the box.

“No, it’s not that…for one thing, its rude of me to just leave you to go do my own thing. Secondly, it’s not safe for me to just leave you here alone. What if someone comes along and sees you?”

“Well...I dunno. If someone sees me, I’m sure we can come up with some sorta explanation. Tell ‘em it’s a costume ‘er somethin’.” He shrugs.

“A costume?” You ponder. Just then, it hits you. “A COSTUME! Yondu! That’s it! You are a genius!” You tackle him to the floor and kiss him all over his face.

He begins to laugh as you assault him with kisses. “What the heck did I say?”

“First, let me go check the calendar…I need to make sure we can pull this off.” You dash from the room and slide onto the kitchen floor. Yondu hears some rummaging around before you gasp loudly.

“YES!” You yell.

You run back to the living room and pull out your mom’s laptop. You type away with haste and smack the enter key with enthusiasm. After a few clicks, a huge smile spreads across your face.

“Honey, would ya just spit it out already?!”

You spin the laptop around on your lap and giggle excitedly. “Costumes! This is our way out for a night! Look, every fall here on Terra, there comes a special holiday that we celebrate. It’s called Halloween. On Halloween everyone goes out in dressed up in costumes. The possibilities are limitless! Cute, scary, bloody, pop culture, and sci-fi! I can paint my skin another color and we can both go out in our Ravager uniforms as space pirates! This is too perfect! You and me can go to this place called Six Flags, it’s an amusement park! Every year they have this event called “Fright Fest”. We will look totally awesome, blend right in, and have a great time!”

Yondu eyes the screen in your hands and then looks up at you. “Ya sure about this? There'll be lotsa of terrans there, right?”

“Well, sure. But we will be dressed up for Halloween. I promise this is totally fool proof. The only thing is, you can’t talk to anyone. Which won’t be a problem at all. Most humans don’t think any other races from space exist anyway, so no one will suspect a thing! This will work, I promise!”

“Hmm…well, this is your planet. I trust you, but I still think we should have a plan in place just in case anythin’ goes wrong.”

“Yes, we can absolutely do that, I agree. Does that mean you’ll go?!”

“Yeah, yeah…I guess I’ll go along with ya.” He smirks up at you.

“Yes! Oh, Yondu…you are the best!” You throw the laptop to the side and push him to the floor with a deep kiss. He kisses you back with a smile on his lips, and reaches around to squeeze your ass. A low rumble vibrates from his chest. He pulls away from you momentarily to ask, “Speaking of that fine ass, when am I gonna get some a’ that?”

“Soon, I promise. We just really haven’t had a good chance. And trust me, I’ve been thinking about it too.”

The next day you spend getting your outfit together. It really isn’t too hard, you just clean up your ravager leathers and make sure your boots and badge are super clean. Once you are dressed, you start on your makeup. The night before, you asked your mom to look around to see if she could find some blue foundation or costume paint and some red contacts while she was out. Luckily, she came back with a few different shades, and the perfect red contact lenses. You spend your time working on your makeup, making sure to pay attention to coverage, blending, and contour. You tie your hair up in a braided updo and finish blending the paint around your neck and hairline. When you’re just about done, you pop in the contact lenses and throw on some eyelashes. A spritz of your favorite perfume, and you’re done! As you take a step into your bedroom and check yourself in the full-length mirror in the corner, you hear the door creak open. Your eyes dart up, and you catch an almost perfect matching pair of crimson eyes staring back at you. He doesn’t say a word, he just stares at you, eyebrows raised.

You break the tension after a few moments. “So, I’m all dressed! What do you think?”

Yondu takes a few steps into the room and clears this throat, “Ya look…unbelievable. I mean, I love the way ya look usually…but this is…damn. Wow. Turn around fer me sugar.”

You giggle and slowly turn in a circle so he can see the entire ensemble. “Do I look like a convincing Centuarian?”

“Well, from what I remember, Centuarian’s ‘er naturally bald, but ya look just perfect to me.”

“Yeah, not gonna happen, I love my hair.” You laugh.

“So…when are we headed out?” Yondu asks as he continues to look you over.

“In just a few minutes! I just need to grab our tickets I printed online and then we can go. OH! And a couple things. No blasters. Those are gonna have to stay here. You can bring your arrow, but only use it for emergencies! No showing off.” You wink as him as you gather your things.

Yondu gasps sarcastically. “Me?! A showoff? Who told you a damn thing like that?”

You nudge his shoulder and give him a quick kiss before you both head down the stairs for your big night out.

[yukihime-mikeys-girl]

Some math with a new friend

So I did not have the heart to add a lot of angst in this chapter. I needed some fluff in my life and so, here you go, a complete fluff chapter. It may be slightly shorter than the previous ones, because I sat till 4am to finish this, but I promise, longer chapters are coming up over the weekend. It's so difficult to juggle work and my Mikey brainrot at the same time, istg...

CW - some angst, mostly fluff. Future chapters will be super dark, so I am still going to add the warning of - MINORS DNI Also, please bear with me, I haven't proof read it. wanted to finish it and share it, since it's been nearly a week.

Please do not repost it to other sites, this is my own work. Reblogs, likes, and comments are appreciated.

💖 I hope everyone who reads this, enjoys it. 👉🏻👈🏻

Mikey x OC

Some math with a new friend

Tanaka sensei clears his throat as he sees the two of you bickering in class. ‘Good!’ He thinks to himself, ‘lesser students know about your problem, the better it is.

Placing the books, he’s carrying on his desk, he motions for the both of you to come closer. Standing close to the teachers table, the two of you sheepishly start apologizing once again.

“We’re really sorry, sensei,”, Mikey starts off. He doesn’t want you to be hurt because of his pranks. “I was the one who asked l/n-san to run in the corridors, she is usually a very quiet person otherwise and would never have done it. Please do not punish her for what I asked her to do.” He finishes, with a half bow.

“Sano-kun, what are you saying, we planned to apologize together right?”, you whisper from the side, while elbowing him. The two of you seem to have gotten closer, Tanaka-sensei notes. Good, this will make it easier, he thinks.

“Sensei, it’s as much my fault as Sano-kun’s. Please do not detain him alone. Just one thing I ask of you is that the notes, we do not want it to be sent home. Please sensei.”, you complete your apology, bowing at a similar angle at which Mikey is standing. Looking from the corner of your eyes, you see his face is red. ‘Why is he blushing at a time like this? Weirdo’, you think.

The reason he is blushing is because this the the first time you called him Sano-kun. After yesterday’s incident, he thought it would take a long time to go back from Sano-san to Mikey. At least in front of the teachers, he assumed it’d still be Sano-san. Hearing you say Sano-kun made his heart beat faster, and his cheeks heat up.

Tanaka sensei smirks, before he opens his mouth to speak. The two of you were making it very easy for him to carry out his plan. Focusing on trying to sound as angry and exasperated as possible, he says, “I try so hard to make the classes interesting, I try to inculcate good values in you, and I have tried my best to put up with all your shenanigans till now. My class is perfect except for you, Sano. How is getting a score of 7 out of 100 a good thing? All you keep doing is sleep in class, get forged reports and basically ruin all my hard work. I am running out of options now. Tell me what am I supposed to do with you?” he finishes one half of his rant.

You do not like the way he is targeting Mikey and open your mouth to speak, when Tanaka-sensei cuts you off.

“And you! l/n, I understand that good scores on all tests are what every student should aim for. I agree you get those, but you are extremely rude to your classmates. I have never received so many complaints about any student of mine being rude to this point. It would help if you tried to socialize a little with your peers. I cannot continue getting such reports of misbehavior from your end, l/n.”

You’ve shut your mouth because what you were thinking of speaking was exactly as rude as Tanaka sensei pointed out.

You scoff, as you reply, “Sensei, you expect me to try to be friends with the very people who have complained about me? If that was the case, why wasn’t I called out when it happened? They’re the ones who goof up and blame it all on me. I have no intention of keeping up such facades with people who do not matter towards my goal.”, you finish.

“Well then you leave me no choice but to send this report along with a note about your rude behavior home. Actually, wait, scratch that, I specifically asked you to bring your mother. other than the medical note, I’d like to highlight this issue to her.”

You start to sweat, as you realize you’re cornered. This was the very thing you were trying to avoid and you brought it on yourself faster than lightning could hit a tree. Changing your tone to a more apologetic one, you start begging the teacher.

“Sensei, please, my mother should not know of this. I’ll try, I’ll sincerely try to behave. I’ll do anything to make sure that you don’t have to call my mother for these kinds of complaints. I’ll even try to be friends with the people who complained about me. Please don’t send the note home.”

‘Bingo!’, Ren thinks to himself. This was exactly what he wanted to hear from you.

“You’ll really try?”, he asks.

“Yes sensei, I will.” You reply, while bowing.

“Well then, I have an assignment for the two of you. I will be keeping tabs on it, so make sure to do it. I want you, l/n, to teach Sano math. You’re smart enough and get good grades. This will be your assignment for the entire year, both semesters and summer break too, if Sano fails math again. I am honestly out of options to teach this boy. Maybe learning from a fellow peer would prove to do the trick.” He says, while twirling the red pen in his hand.

You are shocked. This was your assignment? It was not what you had signed up for. Ugh, this made matter worse, but anything to keep the note and the complaints from your mom. You could not afford to trouble her anymore.

You nod begrudgingly.

Mikey on the other dumb-struck. His crush was supposed to tutor him in math? He was going to fail again. It took all of his effort to hold a proper conversation with her, so that he was not hemming and hawing while talking. He groaned internally. He was excited but scared too.

Tanaka-sensei looked to Mikey as he spoke, “You’re not scot-free either. You will be given home assignments on a daily basis. It’s going to be l/n's responsibility to ensure that you complete those assignments and submit them to me daily. You have a lot to catch up on. If you don’t submit it, the complain will go to l/n's mother, the one about her being rude. You would be equally to blame.”

Mikey felt the burden of the assignments when he heard what the implications would be. He would have to finish all assignments on time, if he had to ensure that you would not get into trouble. This meant he would have to follow you around like a lost puppy, if you didn’t teach him. He knew he would not be able to solve one sum if he tried it alone.

Looking at your pensive faces, Tanaka sensei felt a little bad, but he had to steel his heart since this would bring out the best in the both of you.

He continued talking to you, to try and make the burden a little less.

“Cheer up l/n, I know that you speak only to Sano-san, so start small. You don’t have to socialize with everyone, it would look strained and fake. Start small, and maybe try not to be as rude if anyone talks to you the next time, okay?”, he says, as he ruffles both your heads, while standing up. After doing so, he take two sheets of printed questions and gives one copy to each of you, as he says, “these are for today. I expect to see completed sheets tomorrow morning from the both of you. You may either sit here, or go home, I don’t really care, just finish it with correct answers and bring it in. I will question you Sano, on how you completed the sheet, so no cheating. I expect you to know the reasoning behind the answers that you write. l/n, take it easy and teach him in a polite way please.”

Saying this, he departs from class.

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You groan out loud as soon as Tanaka sensei is out of earshot. Mikey feels a little low, because of this. Here he thought you wouldn’t mind, since you’d called him Sano-kun, but apparently, you still had your reservations it seemed. Maybe him being in Toman was the reason. He starts off with an apology, “I’m so sorry l/n-san, I really did not think sensei would be like this. You don’t have to teach me, it’s okay, I will ask ken-chin or Mitsuya to help me. Please don’t feel burdened.”

You look at him surprised. Why was he apologizing?

“What do you mean, I don’t have to? I would love to teach you math. You are failing miserably. Also, more importantly, I do not want the complaints reaching my mother. Pack up, let’s go to the library and go through today’s sheet.” You say enthusiastically.

He is shocked at your change in mood after the big sigh he heard. Why exactly did you sigh?

“You’re not mad at sensei about this arrangement?”, he asks cautiously.

“No? Why would I? I love math and if this is the cost of keeping things in school, I’d take it up any day!” you say cheerfully.

“Then why did you groan when sensei left? I thought it was because you didn’t want to complete the assignments with me.” He says with a small pout.

“Aww, is Mikey-sanpouting?”, you tease him, before running out the door with your bag.

His face is completely red when he hears the you call him Mikey-san. Maybe, you two could be friends after all, he thinks, as he rushes behind you.

“Hey, you still didn’t tell me though.”, he says as he catches up to you.

You’re looking at the setting sun, as you continue talking to him, without looking in his direction.

“I groaned because you’re gaining something out of this arrangement while I tutor you for free, which I honestly think is not fair.”

“How about I pay you in mint choco sundaes? Every paper that I get right, will be my treat.”, Mikey blurts out before he can think.

“You’ll make me fat in a month.”

“Hah! Bold of you to assume I will have all correct answers every day!”

“Is that a thing you should be proud about, Mikey?”

“ehehehe...”

The banter between the two of you, feels like you’ve been friends for ages. It’s comfortable and you match each other’s energy. Maybe, just maybe, you would let Mikey into your life. His demeanor was exactly like the boy from 8 years ago... Someone who you could be comfortable with. It was time to teach math to your new friend.

“Oh, and l/n-san sounds too formal, I’d like to try and be nicer to people, so you can call me y/n.” You say this nervously. You are not used to socializing a lot, but somehow, it feels okay if it’s this Sano boy, you think.

Mikey can hear the hesitation in your voice, and so, he tries to reassure you by saying, “hey, it’s okay if you’re not comfortable yet, l/n-san. You don’t have to push yourself from right now, just because sensei said so. I knew a girl back when I was a kid. She used to be nervous, just like you.”

What he doesn’t add is that, he knows you’re the same girl from back then. He’d liked you and wasn’t over you yet. He did hate it that you’d become friends with Irina and stuck with her for 8 long years, and effectively ignored him in the process. He wanted to hate you too, and he did, until one day, he listened in on a conversation he wasn’t supposed to hear.

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*** 1 year ago ***

He was standing in front of the school, waiting for Draken. They’d planned to meet in front of the school before heading towards the temple. Baji and Hanemiya were going to reach the temple directly they’d said. Mitsuya and Pah-chin were stuck in summer make up classes. Mitsuya teaching Pah-chin so that he wouldn’t fail again.

You walked past him with Irina and a couple more girls he didn’t recognize. He saw you, and a mixture of hate and excitement rushed through him. You didn’t seem to recognize him, but Irina did. She smartly didn’t speak to him either.

As the four of you entered the school gates, you told Irina to wait there, while you went and got the books which you had to, from the library.

As you left, Irina started talking. She was standing close to the fence where Mikey was on the opposite side, waiting for Draken.

“So girls, how do you want to plan this? I hate that witch. She’s stolen enough from me since we were kids. What does she think she is, disgusting brat. She thinks she’s so smart just because she gets straight A’s in class. Let’s teach her a lesson. I will send in an anonymous letter to the principal, saying that she’s been threatening students in our class, if we don’t bow down to what she says.”

“Good one, I’ll send in another which says that she steals my lunch every day. And hits me. I am pretty good at creating fake bruises on my body, so we can have that as proof, if needed.”

“You idiot, if you write your name, she’ll know it was us. We don’t want that now do we? I need to make sure, that she distances herself from us on her own. I’m so sick of her following us around. Right from the first day, she stole Manjiro from me, she’s been a sore patch. I had to suck up to her so much, play the middle man in ensuring that she and Manjiro started hating each other, but to this day, he still only looks at her. What does she have that I don’t? how many more years will I have to live in her shadow?”

Mikey can hear all of this, and is shocked. He thought that you and Irina were thick friends, and it was the very reason, he was jealous. You’d left him, to be Irina’s friend, because she was popular is what he’d thought. Now, after listening in to all of this, he was sure that Irina was the reason the two of you stopped speaking.

“Now, when she comes, put on your fake facades and tell her that we have to go home. I don’t want to go to the beach with her. Such a nerd, and yet, all the boys fawn over her.”

Irina has barely finished talking when she sees Mikey jump the fence and stand in front of her. She’s shocked. Unsure of what all he’s heard, she starts off with a sugary sweet tone.

“Oh, hey there Sano-san right? It’s been so long since we met, how are you doing?”, she asks, while sweating bullets.

“Cut the crap, Sato, I heard everything that you and your two witches plotted. It’s best if you stay away from l/n from today. If I see you near her, I will not hesitate to break your bones. I don’t hit girls, but I do know a few other girls who will do it for me. Take this as an open threat from me, as Toman’s leader, not as Sano Manjiro. I’ll still be around the corner, so when l/n gets back, just stop these charades that you’re playing with her. If I hear one wrong word, remember, you will not see the light of day.” Saying this, he walks out from the gate.

Draken reaches the spot, but Mikey signs him to shush and stand beside him. Sensing that something is wrong, he does so, without a question.

After a few minutes, he can hear your voice call out to Irina.

“Iri-chan, I got the books, let’s go. “, you chirp happily.

“y/n...”, Irina begins, her tone laced with a mixture of fear and anger.

“You bitch, I hate you from the bottom of my being. Don’t ever talk to us ever again. You’re not important. Since I have to do this, I might as well, go all out. I never liked you. I only became your friend all those years ago, to toy with you, because I did not want to see you with that boy. Just don’t talk to us ever again. You’re filthy and you come from a filthy home. My mother told me not to talk to you anymore. Let’s go girls. Don’t you dare follow us, or show your face in front of us ever again.” spitting these words, Irina, and the other two girls run away.

You’re shocked, to say the least. Clutching the books, you don’t seem to understand what went wrong. Why were they being like this. Glassy eyed, you quietly slump to the ground and start to sob.

Mikey can hear you, but he doesn’t know what to say to you, so he just plans to stand there, until you have planned to come out. Draken is getting impatient since he still does not understand what’s going on. Signaling him to be quiet and try to listen, Mikey whispers to him, “she’s crying but I don’t know what to say to her.”

“Well, it’s not your fault that she’s crying right? So why are you so bothered?”, Draken questions back.

“I’ll explain later.”, Mikey whispers back.

You now seem to be muttering to yourself.

“I’m filthy. They came to know, I need to keep my distance, yes, that’s what I’ll do. I don’t need friends. They’re a waste of time. I will study, get rich and drown in the wealth that I make for myself. I don’t need anyone. Yes... y/n, now is the time. Focus and work your ass off. You don’t need people or friends.”

You seem to sound like a broken recorder, as you keep muttering to yourself as you walk out. Draken has not caught on to what you’ve been muttering to yourself, but Mikey has. He is horrified with what he has done. He did not expect you to be so impressionable and take it to heart. Something was wrong here, something more than what meets the eye. Pensively, he starts to walk towards Toman’s meeting place. He needs a plan to fix this asap.

For the next one year, he’s troubled Mitsuya enough for the elder boy to be in tears. “What’s with all this sudden interest in studies, Mikey?”, Baji teases one day.

“It’s so that he can go to the same school as the girl of his dreams.” Draken replies with a smirk.

“Miiiitsuuuuyaaaaa, I only need to learn enough math so that I pass the entrance test to the school. Pleeeassseeeeeee...”, Mikey begs.

“This is honestly the last time I teach this to you, if you don’t get it, I don’t care, fail away!”, Mitsuya says exasperatedly.

With big tearful eyes, Mikey focuses and tries to understand the problem.

“Our leader is crazy in love with a nerd.”, Kazutora joins in on the fun of teasing Mikey.

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“Did you finally pass?”, Draken snickers, while asking Mikey.

“Yes! I can finally go to the same school as her!”

“You still haven’t told us her name, lover boy. Who is she who demands so much hard work from you, a person who loves lazing around?”

“l/n y/n...”, Mikey says dreamily.

“Ooh boy, you’re totally gone for her man.”, Draken comments, while whistling at the way Mikey says your name dreamily.

“That’s mean, Ken-chin!”, the pout in Mikey’s voice is clear as day.

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It feels like so long ago, but he’s still happy that you’re speaking to him now. It took a while, but he wants to try and fix his mistake with you.

“Earth to Mikey! You zoned out!”, you say to him. He really had zoned out, thinking about the past.

“Huh? Sorry was thinking about something.”, he says sheepishly, while scratching the back of his head.

“I said, I feel comfortable enough with you, for you to call me y/n. So feel free to.”, you reply with a sunny smile.

Mikey is floored by that smile. He’d last seen it 8 years ago when you were missing your two front teeth. He’s teary eyed, remembering that it’s been so long.

“What’s wrong?”, you ask him curiously.

“Nothing, just some dust in my eye. Let’s go to the café to start on today’s sheet. I’ll feel sleepy in the library, if we sit there.”, saying this, he pulls you by your hand as he drags you to your favorite café. He doesn’t want you to see the tears of happiness those are pooling in his eyes.

“I want to try tayyaki today”, mumble as you’re pulled with him to the said café.

“Traitor”

“Hey! I was the one who introduced you to mint choco.”

“And here you are, switching to tayyaki.”

“Hmph, alright, I won’t try it. I had seen you order it one too many times, so I wanted to try it from that café.”

“How do you know that I order Tayyaki a lot from there? ♩y/n-chan~ ♫, do you watch me eat tayyaki here? *Gasp!* are you a creep?”

Hitting him on his shoulder, you walk away from him, your face red. Why did you have to say that, you groan.

“Aww, come on~ I’m sorry, I was just teasing you, come on, it’s my treat, let’s get tayyaki. I really need to finish these sums, and you have your work cut out. I cannot seem to understand if these are just words or if it’s supposed to even have numbers? I hate math.”, he tries to cajole you into forgiving him.

And that’s how, you both ended up in the café, munching on some tayyaki, while you sit beside each other. You’re busy explaining the answer to him, while he is chewing on the end of his pencil, trying to understand how the answer came into being.

Maybe it was nice doing math with a friend, rather than trying to learn it alone, you both think.

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13 Going on 30 pt. 3

A Peter Maximoff x reader fanfic based off the movie 13 going on 30

Summary:  You are so excited when the most popular girl in your school agrees to come to your 13th birthday party. But after a cruel prank you find yourself wishing that you were popular and older. By some miracle your wish is granted but isn’t as wonderful as it seems. You turn out to be a major jerk and you don't even talk to your best friend Peter anymore. Can you fix everything and get back to normal or are you stuck living like this forever

Warnings: Angst, Some suggestive content, But it’s mostly pure fluff. (Also Peter has no powers in this fic, and some scenes will be changed to fit Peter and his personality and so I can be creative with it!)

Word Count: 2103

Peter thought it was safe to say that adult life sucked. And it wasn't just because he had run out of lucky charms this morning and had to settle for something called shredded wheat that was hidden away in the back of the panty. They were gross and tasted like cardboard, but Peter was all out of groceries so this would have to do.

 No nothing had seemed to go right for him after high school, he went to college, (even though he spent most of the time partying and goofing off), got the degree and yet he was barely scraping by. But he couldn't complain, all that much at least. He enjoyed his job and even if at times it was hard to earn money he wouldn't trade it for the world. He had fallen in love with photography in freshman year and decided to major in it. He had a minor in business too, something you had always told him would be useful as a backup. You were always practical like that, making sure he never completely fell over the edge. But he was hesitant to use it, because in using that minor it kinda meant he was giving up his dream. Giving in to the regular, soul crossing 9 to 5 job that everyone seemed to have. Peter was a dreamer at heart, in a way it would kill him to do anything other than photography.

He ate a spoonful of his cereal, making a face at the dull taste. Chewing, he glanced over at the stack of bills littering the counter. A lot of them were piling up, sooner or later he may have to give into the normalcy of a business job. Work had been slow lately and very boring. More often than not people hired him to take photos for their weddings or graduation, simple stuff. Stuff that had him bored out of his mind. But there were no clients currently so until he got one he had all the time in the world to himself. Which he loved at first but now it seems he was falling into a bit of a routine.

Peter aimlessly wandered around the kitchen lost in thought, his eyes drifted toward the collection of pictures pinned to his fridge. There was a picture of you on there, from before you had cut him out of your life. Peter set the bowl down on the counter and gently lifted the magnet to pull the picture off. It was a polaroid of you two, You had your arms wrapped around Peter’s shoulders, hugging him from behind. His hands were resting on yours, you both were smiling, teeth missing.

This picture was from the first day of first grade. Even back then Peter had had some feelings for you. And the way his eyes looked at you and not the camera was proof of this. Peter ran his thumb gently over the faded picture, for a moment he let himself wonder about how you were doing, before he snapped himself out of it. He put the picture back in its place and picked his bowl back up. It was too early to be having thoughts like that. 

Peter yawned and lazily plopped down on his worn out sofa, flipping through the channels on the tv. There was nothing on, signing he threw out the rest of his cereal, it had gotten soggy while he was busy reminiscing. He dropped the empty bowl into the sink, only adding to the collection of unwashed dishes. He glanced over at the phone and the soft blinking of the red light, indicating he had voicemails he hadn't listened to yet. He knew he was going to have to take her calls sooner or later but right now he didn't want to deal with her. 

He headed to the park and decided to do some laps on the path, running always helped him to relax and clear his head. He always got stares and shy smiles from the women that were jogging, he found out that apparently the silver hair that everyone made fun of him for was very attractive to women now. Something he used to use to his advantage to pick up the occasional hook up.

After that he went to go get groceries and then played on his pacman machine until lunchtime. He totally knew how to spend his time. He made his way over to the kitchen and looked at all the new groceries he had bought. Twinkies, instant ramen, mac and cheese, he picked up the box of lucky charms, weighing the option of eating it for lunch. He thought better of it and put it back on the shelf, he really needed to eat healthier, god knows sooner or later his metabolism was going to give out.

He picked up the phone and placed an order form the Chinese place a couple blocks away, ordering way more food than he needed. That way he wouldn't have to cook for the next few meals. Peter was inherently lazy and cooking was not something he was very good at. So when he would he just ordered takeout and leftovers so he could eat them later. He hung up the phone and walked over to the fridge and took out the milk, drinking it straight for the carton, while he was doing that he heard a loud knock on the door. “That was quick.” The knocking continued non stop over and over, “I’m coming hold on!” He yelled out as he shuffled to the door and opened it peering through the opening that the chain allowed. “You know it’s rude to-'' The words died in his throat. There was a woman standing at his door, wearing a coat over her night dress. 

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You hadn't been able to pay attention to the briefing your boss gave, your assistant came in about half way through and handed you a small slip of paper. She said that she had found Peter’s address like you had asked. You had pulled her into a hug, creating an awkward tension in the room. The meeting had seemed to go on forever, and for the life of you you couldn't even remember what it was about. As soon as the meeting ended you had bolted out the door, ignoring the calls of your boss and colleagues telling you that work wasn't over yet. 

You had found his apartment after randomly asking strangers in the street which way it was. You were at his door, the number on it hanging lopsided. You began to rapidly knock until the door was pulled open. “You know it’s rude to-” 

He paused as he saw you staring at him. He furrowed his brows in confusion. “You’re not the chinese delivery guy.” 

You felt your eyes widen as you took him in. “Peter?” You asked in a small voice. 

He narrowed his eyes suspiciously at you. “Yeah?”

 You let out a sigh of relief, smiling. “You’re tall.” You looked him up and down. “And you’re so handsome.”

His face turned red at your words. He didn't even know who this random woman was that was standing here, telling him he was handsome. He leaned against the doorframe, taking another drink out of the carton. “I’m sorry do- do I know you?” 

He watched your face fall. “You don’t know me?” 

“No?” He said, wiping the dribbling milk off his chin. Even after all these years his mannerisms were the same. 

“Wait! “ You said rushing forward. He jumped slightly at the sudden action. “It’s me, I saw you yesterday. Well I was thirteen yesterday so I guess it wasn't yesterday. Because now i'm old and I don't know where I am-” Peter watched you ramble on and slowly began to close the door. You continued on. “But you were there at my party-”

Peter paused, squinting his eyes and looking at you closely.. “(Y/n)?” He asked hesitantly, reopening the door as much as the chain would allow. “(y/n) (y/l/n)?” You smiled wide at him. 

“Yes! Yes it’s me!” 

Peter slammed the door shut in your face. You heard him unlock all the locks on his side of the door, when he was down he swung the door open. “Hey.” he gave you a small smile. You lunged at him and tackled him in a hug, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. He just stood there frozen, slowly moving his free hand up to awkwardly pat you on the back. “Come in I guess.” He muttered. 

You pulled back smiling at him. Even after all this time your sweet smile could make his heart skip a beat. You looked around his small apartment taking it all in. Peter did his best to kick discarded clothes into the closet, and keep you from seeing what a mess it was. You looked along his walls to see framed pictures of portraits and beautiful landscapes. “Are you still taking pictures?” You asked,

“Uh yeah, they pay the bills.” He quickly grabbed the pile of unpaid bills, stuffing them behind the couch cushion. “Usually.” He muttered under his breath. You were pacing around his apartment, in confused circles. He nervously rubbed the nape of his neck. “Hey, (y/n) I don't wanna be rude but why are you here?” 

“Petey I told you.” You said moving closer to him, he let out a little laugh. 

“Petey wow, no one has called me that in ages.” 

“Petey listen I came here cause something really weird is happening. Yesterday was my 13th birthday and then today I woke up and I’m this!” You said gesturing to your body. Peter tried his best not to look you up and down, he couldn't deny that you had grown up well. You were even more beautiful than he remembered. “And you’re that!” You said gesturing towards him. 

Peter looked down at himself self consciously. “Gee thanks. Do I really look that bad?” 

“No!” You quickly said. You felt yourself blush as you looked him over. His hair was tousled and messy, he was wearing an oversized  pink floyd crop top and from the looks of the hem it seemed he had made it himself. You watched the veins in his hands ripple and his arms slightly flex. “Uh you,” You let out an embarrassed laugh. “You actually look really good, like really good.” 

Peter flushed at your words and turned away so you couldn't see his blushing face. “Wow.” He whispered under his breath, he lifted a hand up to his face, doing his best to hide the smile that was forming. He turned back to and regained a serious composure. “Are you sure you're okay (y/n).” He took in your mismatched outfit and broken heel. “Are you high? Have you been smoking pot? Doing drugs, cause if you are I’m not judging as long as it’s just weed or something. Cause I mean I get it, I get stressed to and every now and then need-”

“No, no.” You said shaking your head rapidly. “Wait do you do-,” You lowered your voice to a whisper. “Do you do drugs Peter?” 

“No! No.” Peter shrugged. “Ehhh well not drugs, just weed.” He defended. But looking at your judgmental eyes he quickly continued on. “And I don’t, well I don’t that much any more. It was in college you know how it was.” 

“Actually I don’t.” You moved even closer to him. “Look, I was sitting in my closet, and I- I skipped everything. I can’t- I can’t remember my life.” Your eyes were watery as you started back at him. His heart ached seeing you like this. You continued on. ‘You need to help me remember my life.” 

At this he scoffed, and pretended to look around as if you were referring to someone else. “Me?” he said pointing to himself, letting out an airy laugh. “That’s rich.”

“What why?” He let out another laugh at your response, this one was dry. He looked at your face and saw that you weren’t kidding, you were serious about asking for his help.

“(Y/n) I can’t.” He was in disbelief, did you seriously have no idea what you had done to him. “I don’t know anything about you. I haven't seen you since high school.” Your face morphed into one of confusion. 

“What?” 

What he said next pained him, and he couldn’t bring himself to look you in the eyes. “(Y/n). We’re not friends anymore.”

You felt your heart shatter into a million pieces. “What?”

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My Naya, my Snixxx, my Bee. I legitimately can not imagine this world without you.

7 years ago today, she and I were together in London when we found out about Cory. We were so far away, but I was so thankful that we had each other. A week ago today we were talking about running away to Hawaii. This doesn’t make sense. And I know it probably never will.

She was so independent and strong and the idea of her not being here is something I cannot comprehend. She was the single most quick-witted person I’ve ever met, with a steel-trap memory that could recall the most forgettable conversations from a decade ago verbatim. The amount of times she would memorize all of those crazy monologues on Glee the morning of and would never ever mess up during the scene… I mean, she was clearly more talented than the rest of us. She was the most talented person I’ve ever known. There is nothing she couldn’t do and I’m furious we won’t get to see more.

I’m thankful for all the ways in which she made me a better person. She taught me how to advocate for myself and to speak up for the things and people that were important to me, always. I’m thankful for the times I grew an ab muscle from laughing so hard at something she said. I’m thankful she became like family. I’m thankful that my dad happened to have met her weeks before I did and when I got Glee, he told me to “look out for a girl named Naya because she seemed nice.” Well dad, she was nice and she became one of my favorite people ever.

If you were fortunate enough to have known her, you’ll know that her most natural talent of all was being a mother. The way that she loved her boy, it was truly Naya at her most peaceful. I’m thankful that Naya got that beautiful little boy back on that boat. I’m thankful he will have a strong family around him to protect him and tell him about his incredible mom.

I just hope more than anything that her family is given the space and time to come to terms with this. For having such tiny body, Naya had such a gigantic presence, a void that will now be felt by all of us - those of us who knew her personally and the millions of you who loved her through your TVs. I love you, Bee.

My favorite duet partner. I love you. I miss you. I don’t have words right now, just lots of feelings. Rest In Peace Angel, and know that your family will never have to worry about anything.

We started out as the closest friends and then like all new things, we went through a bit of a rocky phase. However, we stuck by each other’s side and created the most beautiful friendship built out of love and understanding. The last I had the chance to see you in person, I had left oranges outside our home for you to take. I wanted to say hi through the window but my phone didn’t ring when you called (which it never does, f*cking T-Mobile), so instead you and Josey left two succulents on our doorstep as a thank you. I planted those succulents and I look at them everyday and think of you. I still listen to your EP on repeat because from the moment I heard it, it struck me and I always wished the world knew more of your voice. You sent me over 5 dozen SnapChat videos when you and Josey woke up in the morning and I kick myself that I didn’t save one of them. You always shared recipes and I admired your love for food. We vowed to spend every Easter together, even though Covid stole this last one from us. You are and always will be the strongest and most resilient human being I know, and I vowed to carry that with me as I continue to live my life. 

You constantly taught me lessons about grief, about beauty and poise, about being strong, resilient and about not giving a fuck (but still somehow respectful). Yet, the utmost important lesson I learned most of all from you was being a consistent and loving friend. You were the first to check in, the first to ask questions, the first to listen..you cherished our friendship and I never took that for granted. 

We never took photos together because we mutually hated taking pictures...our relationship meant more than proof. I have countless pictures of our babies playing, because we shared that kind of pride and joy. So I’m showing the world a photo of our little goof balls for you, because I know that meant more than anything and they remind me of you and I. I speak to you everyday because I know you’re still with me and even though I’m feeling greedy that we don’t get more time together, I cherish every moment we had and hold it close to my heart.

There are no words and yet so many things I want to say, I don't believe I'll ever be able to articulate exactly what I feel but... Naya, you were a ⚡️ force and everyone who got to be around you knew it and felt the light and joy you exuded when you walked into a room. You shined on stage and screen and radiated with love behind closed doors. 

I was lucky enough to share so many laughs, martinis and secrets with you. I can not believe I took for granted that you'd always be here. Our friendship went in waves as life happens and we grow, so I will not look back and regret but know I love you and promise to help the legacy of your talent, humor, light and loyalty live on. 

You are so loved. You deserved the world and we will make sure Josey and your family feel that everyday. I miss you already.

She was bold. She was outrageous. She was a LOT of fun.⁣

Naya made me laugh like no one else on that set. I always said it while we were working together and I’ve maintained it ever since. Her playful, wicked sense of humor never ceased to bring a smile to my face.⁣

She played by her own rules and was in a class of her own. She had a brashness about her that I couldn’t help but be enchanted by. I also always loved her voice, and savored every chance I got to hear her sing. I think she had more talent than we would have ever been able to see.⁣

I was constantly moved by the degree to which she took care of her family, and how she looked out for her friends. She showed up for me on numerous occasions where she didn’t have to, and I was always so grateful for her friendship then, as I certainly am now.⁣

And even as I sit here, struggling to comprehend, gutted beyond description- the very thought of her cracks me up and still brings a smile to my face. That was Naya’s gift. And it's a gift that will never go away. ⁣

Rest in peace you wild, hilarious, beautiful angel.

How can you convey all your love and respect for someone in one post? How can you summarize a decade of friendship and laughter with words alone? If you were friends with Naya Rivera, you simply can’t. Her brilliance and humor were unmatched. Her beauty and talent were otherworldly. She spoke truth to power with poise and fearlessness. She could turn a bad day into a great day with a single remark. She inspired and uplifted people without even trying. Being close to her was both a badge of honor and a suit of armor. Naya was truly one of a kind, and she always will be. 💔 Sending all my love to her wonderful family and her beautiful son.

Dear Naya, 

I’m failing miserably to process this news. I always imagined old future senior moments where we would hear your infectious laughter down the hall knowing that our funny bone was in for a treat. To many people, myself included, you were the life of the party. Not only able to rock when fun was to be had after a long day but that shining friend that was always willing to listen, offer sympathy, perspective and at times, give much needed levity to any situation. 

You were a beast on the show. I admired you as I watched you nail multi page monologues that you learned moments before and pour your heart into every performance with an energy that had that snicks special written all over it. Our deep conversations about life inbetween scenes are some of my favorite moments with you. Getting to hear about your hopes and dreams for the future and with Josey’s arrival, ‘Your greatest success’ I was so happy to see your dream turn into reality. 

You deserved more. I’m so sorry but you deserved more. You gave life your all and I hope all the good that you have given to the world will be returned in abundance when you reunite with our brother in the heavenly skies. I’m so grateful for our memories. We will make sure to keep your legacy and spirit alive so Josey will grow up to know the incredible woman you were. Love you, Naya. You are already missed. Eternally. 

-HSJ

Naya and I fell into stride with such ease, she was my first friend and ally on our show. In the pilot, our characters came and went with such swiftness. Our enthusiasm brimmed with all of the unknown. We tried to grasp what the other cast members must be feeling as we were working in such separate manners. We dared to dream. What if this show worked? Wouldn’t that be something? Something was brimming, it was palpable. And thank god it worked. Naya’s magnetic talent was going to be unleashed, we just didn’t know it yet. ⁣⁣

I’ve been revisiting Naya’s performances on our show and it has brought me great joy. To work with her was a gift. There was a great deal to absorb - her work ethic, her fearlessness, her talent - supreme. Naya had a laugh that would envelop you and hold you captive. She was mesmerizing. That twinkle in her eye, her luminous smile. Naya lead with truth, humor, wit. I loved her for all of these reasons. ⁣⁣

I loved her sense of curiosity and wanderlust. I was lucky enough to be her travel partner for some of my most favorite adventures. As I write this, I’m grinning with swelling memories of a spontenaous 36 hour excursion - one might even say diversion - to Paris. With Naya, everything was possible and would often simply unfold before us, almost magically.⁣⁣

On this particular jaunt, within ten minutes of checking into our hotel, we found ourselves strolling the halls of L'École des Beaux-Arts, sipping wine from paper cups with students showcasing their latest work. It was fantastic. We were united in our commitment to discovery. And there was always a list of cleverly curated ideas in Naya’s back pocket, should we need it. ⁣⁣

I cannot make sense of this tremendous loss. I will hold onto her and these memories for the rest of time, alongside our Glee family. Please hold space for her, her family, her beautiful boy. ⁣⁣

In absolute, loving memory.

Naya The world is at such a loss and I am truly heartbroken. I still remember the day I met you. You Walked straight up to me, grabbed me by the face and drug me around until I met every single person on set, introducing me as “new booty”. You were one of the first people who made me feel like family when others saw me as an outsider. I didn’t know then that you would become my family and that’s just who you were to everyone.. A Mother, Sister, Daughter and most of all a friend. Your massive heart and bright spark is what carried our entire show, when at times we all felt like giving up. 

You always showed up for me when I needed some wisdom or was down and just needed someone to talk to. You took care of everyone around you in a way that was so warm and comforting and you sure knew how to throw a hell of a party! 

I always admired your bravery and passion to fight for what’s right even when it seemed like you were up against the world. Your spirit is contagious and you continue to make everyone you have touched a better and stronger person by knowing you. 

My favorite part of glee was getting to watch you perform and shine up close every day. You really were the pulse of that show. Anyone who was blessed enough to see and experience your raw talent knows it to be true. You’re one of the smartest and most gifted people I have ever met. There is no one like you and there never will be.

You have changed peoples lives all around the world and you continue to change mine forever. I will never forget your love and kindness. Thank you for sharing your spirit Angel.

I will miss you always. I Love you Naya

For the last 7 years the 13th of July has shattered our hearts beyond repair. There aren’t enough words to describe the pain we are feeling, we are truly heartbroken at the loss of @nayarivera .

Naya, Cory loved you so so much. He cherished your friendship more than you will ever know. From the laughs you shared, to the strength you gave him when he needed it the most. Cory truly adored you. He was in awe of your incredible talent, the way you gave everything you had to each performance; the slap in the auditorium was one of his favourite stories to share. You once said Cory was like a member of your family; you will always be a part of ours. We’ll carry you in our hearts forever. We miss you. Friends reunited for eternity.

We send all our love and strength to your beautiful boy, your family, friends and fans 💔🐻💔

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cracks knuckles. i promised to elaborate and i will.

the one common perspective that everyone seems to be able to agree on is that techno / sbi + schlatt + tubbo + ranboo are just genuinely funnier than the dteam, and honestly yes it's because if the popularity. if you go back and watch the dteams older (im talking before 2-3mil subs) videos they are funnier than their current ones and i think it's because they're trying to shift their humor to a broader audience?

the minecraft community has always been mainly queer/poc/ndv kids because it was exiled away from "acceptable society" for so long that only the people who had already been "exiled" continued to enjoy it. I, as an example, stopped playing when it became a cringy thing because I was so worried about being seen as weird. now that ive discovered, come to terms with, and enjoy my queerness, i realize that if i had known i was queer back when mc was exiled i wouldve continued to play because i alrwady would have known what it was like to be part of that seperate society. (Please keep reading i promise I have a point)

but then minecraft came back. minecraft became mainstream again, and it came back HARD. watching it go from something that you would be bullied immensely for to something that you would be bullied for not doing was an extreme experience. in all honesty im still angry about it, but that's another topic. when minecraft became mainstream it brought with it all of the people that hadn't been part of the exiled societies yk? including... the dream team.

dream blew up. we all know how much he blew up. i personally dont believe he cheated on the speedrun but to each their own (although after reading your stuff and becoming more critical of them im realizing i might need to reexamine that), and the speedrun controversy brought even more people to his base (cough drama loving straight white girls cough).

when they were brought into the fanbase that's when it started to go downhill. they shifted their humor to fit that, or maybe their humor was always that and they just got more confident in showing it after they had gotten a fan base to back them up. which is also why techno / sbi + schlatt + tubbo + ranboo (who ill refer to just as techno&co now because he's the main one but also that's long as hell lmao) are funnier than them!

for one, their fanbases are smaller. now 5 mil is by no means a small number, but compared to dream's 16 mil? yknow. especially with techno's wack upload schedule he's never had to worry about having a stan fan base because the only people who stay are people who genuinely enjoy his content the way it is.

two, techno&co are mostly ndv. techno has adhd, tubbo has dyslexia, wilbur had and maybe still has depression, ranboo has anxiety, tommy hasnt confirmed or denied his adhd but im betting he at least has borderline. i am in no ways saying that being part of one minority (in this case ndv) gives you free range over another (queer), but all minorities have this understanding about what it is to be part of an exiled community (if that makes sense).

philza and schlatt, not so sure if they're ndv, but they're also older and generally more mature and esp in philza's case, theyve had their chance to make their bad jokes and pull stupid shit and theyve grown out of it (if they ever had that phase at all). techno&co have that understanding and even if they dont know where the boundaries are they know that queer humor (and all humor! other than techno, sbi doesnt really make gay jokes) going to have boundaries, and they respect that.

three, techno is the funniest bitch because he has adhd. i dont take criticism on this point because im right.

i probably missed a lot, probably got some stuff wrong, but all in all i think i hit my mark. i can come off anon to chat anytime if youd vibe w that. no pressure to respond to this! have a good day, etc etc, it was fun getting to tear into the dteam in a safe space. respect for them and their fanbases, their humor is a little off but i still gotta respect how well theyve done. btw i woke up and rolled over and started typing I haven't proofed this at all so yeah. :) - andy

And your brain is fucking massive yo like u must got chronic back pain too from holdin up all these Thoughts in ur head

I really like. Minecraft fans is So varied cuz like u said it was so very 'cringe' before. I got into mc again n playin it w my siblings years before it Popped Off again entirely cuz i stopped Giving a Shit that it was 'weird' or any a that. N sbi have been goin strong through it So Long both when it was hotshit and when it was "cringe"

N definitely like minecraft ive always noticed has a Massive ndv community. I dont know entirely what it is like definitely part of the 'cringe' factor like u said and also cubes make our brains go brrrr? The aspect of self expression in it? I dont know but we Been Here

I do think dteam's content and shit like. It obviously moved in sync with perceptions of mc to garner a Big General audience. Dream blowing up entirely had to do w the Trends and how mc got popular. Therefore hes audience is Huge and Varied

In contrast w techno n like. He has blown up quite a bit too. But i feel its fair to say he Hasnt altered his content significantly. Or at least like. How its presented, what he does, etc. For fucks sake he doesnt have a stream schedule. And although his content is Still garnering a Large and really varied audience it feels more like. Isolated and homogeneous almost

Like. I can go into the technocord right now and say 'dont forget to take your meds' and at least 20 or so ppl would be all like Oh Fuck Whoops. Theres SO many of us adhd ppl in there. I always goof bout techno jus sayin pspspsps and the neurodivergents crawling up from the floorboards but honest to god. His content and jokes and i suppose Personality jus appeals to us So Much. Same goes for sbi pretty heavily honestly altho i feel its most evident in techno's most Dedicated fans

Also. Lbr. The people who stay through technos schedules and content Droughts are the ones who be hyperfixating Abskfvdkdsjsjsl

BUT going into sbi as a Group like. They are friends. And together they are fucking hilarious. N i feel it strongly like. The fact theyre all such Varied people of different ages and such helps w that shit. It Works So Well.

Long story short being neurodivergent makes you funny as hell letsgo

[panharmonium]

dreamersscape said: 

Firstly, my deepest condolences for what you had to watch last night. I get so eager to know what you might think about some things, I lose track of “Ah crap, but they’ll have to see That Part, too.

Yeah, I didn’t want it to sound like I was knocking Guy for his ‘clumsy’ moments, but just acknowledging that his framework in interacting with the world and people can sometimes cloud his understanding of other people’s circumstances/motives/behavior. I’m glad that came across as I meant it. But exactly! It didn’t ultimately hinder him in supporting his friend through all those rough years and we love to see it!

I love the Guy & Kakashi race episode too! I have so many emotions about Kakashi and the burdens of leadership and how he lost Obito on the first mission he was appointed a captain and how he was always uncomfortable with Yugao and even Tenzo calling him ‘sir’ or 'captain’ sometimes and how right before we saw Kakashi being nominated Naruto says to Sasuke something like “How can I ever become hokage if I can’t even save one friend?” and how much more that would weigh on Kakashi if he applied it to himself…. so obviously looking back on that episode is A Lot, even moreso now… But goofing off with Guy and Guy making it clear that he’ll ALWAYS be there by Kakashi’s side no matter what, that Kakashi’s not alone, Guy’s there if he needs help carrying the burden, is truly exactly Kakashi needed! *insert weeping heart-eyes emoji here*

ASUMAAAA. :( :( :( I’ve been re-watching that part of shippuden, when Kakashi is helping Naruto develop the rasenshuriken, and now I’m thinking of the scene at the hospital where Asuma is trying to gather the courage to ask Kakashi for advice about the Kurenai-and-I-are-having-a-baby situation that Kakashi is completely oblivious to (at least, I think that’s what was being implied) and how the characters’ grief they focus on at Asuma’s funeral are not just team 10 and Kurenai, but also Kakashi… NO IT’S TOO MUCH! 

(BTW, don’t ever feel like you have to respond to everything I ramble about. I love our gush fests, but I don’t want to take up too much of your Naruto-fun space or not be helpful in preserving your experience with the show!) (x)

@dreamersscape Oh gosh, don’t worry at all, you’re not taking up space in any way; our conversations about this show are making my viewing experience MORE fun, not less!  Talking to you is a joy; I’m so happy to have connected with you - it’s amazing to find someone who I really vibe with thoughts-wise; I can’t tell you how happy I am to have someone to share all these Feelings with!  I know that avoiding the wider fandom during my watch has been the right call in so many ways, but it does cut me off from making friends to gush with, so this has been wonderful!

Ahaha, thank you for your condolences XD  I might type up something later just to get all my thoughts down on paper…all of my feelings are subject to change based on what happens later, obviously, but still, that was…a Lot for one twenty-minute block.  Yikes.

“Guy making it clear that he’ll ALWAYS be by Kakashi’s side no matter what, that Kakashi’s not alone” - Yes!  And the fact that this scene is deliberately juxtaposed with the elders at the beginning of this episode telling Kakashi “don’t take on everything by yourself/you would do well to find a confidant to stand beside you,” except the reason they’re saying it is for the purpose of defending Danzo’s past actions, and they’re advising Kakashi to find somebody like Danzo to work in the shadows and do the things Kakashi himself doesn’t have the stomach for - but instead, Kakashi flat-out rejects everything they say and chooses GUY, the purest heart in the village, the person least likely to ever consent to do the village’s dirty work (listen, guy, i truly find it reassuring having you there, and i hope you always will be.  i can’t bring this whole village together by myself).  Now that I’ve seen the ANBU arc, the fact that Kakashi deliberately turns to the very person who Danzo once said was utterly devoid of “darkness” is SO significant, especially given that Kakashi in this episode has just been made aware of Danzo and the Leaf administration’s past crimes.  Kakashi can’t say anything about it yet, because he doesn’t have proof that it’s true, but the fact that he rejects the elders’ advice for him to get his own “Danzo” and instead picks the very person Danzo thought was least suitable for anything - THAT MEANS SO MUCH.

Oh my gosh, you mentioned how much Kakashi hates being called “sir” and captain”!  Literally just yesterday I was thinking about that in relation to the last two episodes of the ANBU arc, because those episodes are also the first time we hear Kakashi being called “sensei,” and I was having so many feelings about how Kakashi has never felt comfortable with any of the other titles he’s been forced to use, and how he always tells people to stop calling him those things, but then, in this arc, as he’s finally finding out where he’s supposed to be, he also finally acquires the title we’re used to, and never once in the entire show has he chafed at being called “sensei.”  That’s the title that suits him.  That’s the title he becomes comfortable with.  That’s the one that feels natural.  It’s like how Yamato rebels at being called Kinoe and chooses a name that feels Right for him - “sensei” encapsulates who Kakashi is and what he wants to be far better than all the other honorifics he’s been saddled with.  It has none of the baggage of “captain” and none of the potential military connotations of “sir.”  It means he’s a teacher, and a teacher is exactly what he wants to be.

And that’s not to say that Kakashi doesn’t have insecurities about his suitability as a teacher, either - he definitely does, particularly given Sasuke’s situation - but hearing people call him “sensei” still doesn’t make his skin crawl the way other things do.  He’s a teacher still, regardless of whether he feels like he’s failed at it or not.  (We know he’s not a failure, obviously…he needs a little convincing still, I think.)

Semi-related, but on that last note, how much was I losing it last night to hear Naruto yelling at Obito that Kakashi “isn’t trash!  He’s just like me!”  Same damn vibes as Sakura protesting “But you’re not” in response to Kakashi saying “I’m sorry you have such a careless sensei” during that confrontation with Sasuke.  That is just…hgnghhhhhh.  I’m LIVING for Kakashi’s kids telling him how Good he is and how much he’s done for them - LIVING for them defending him not just from others, but from himself...  *pointed cough in Sasuke’s direction* get ready, kid; you’re up next!

[weeb-writor]

Thanksgiving Dinner with Aizawa’s and... Bakugou????

Hey, sorry for the short MIA! I found and fell in love with this game called Cattails!! Anyway next part in the Aizawa’s series (Don't worry it can act as a stand alone!) and my love for Bakugou decided he is now a staple in the series soo have this chaotic piece! Reader is as neutral as possible! Didnt get to proof read it because I wanted to get out before Thanksgiving was over! Also when and if you celebrate remember its history! This one is written as they are celebrating Japanese Thanksgiving and not Colonizer day. Hope you enjoy!

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Aizawa Shouta x Reader

You and Aizawa get a surprise from his family and Bakugou

Words: 1219

Part One  Part Two  Part Three  Part Four  Part Five

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“Shouta, are you sure you don't want to do anything for Thanksgiving? You do have two days off you know.” You said as he snuggled you from behind.

“Yeah, I want to lay in bed with you and eat greasy takeout, do nothing. Doesn't it sound perfect?” He said into your neck. You giggled at your cat like boyfriend.

“Sounds good to me. I don't trust your cooking and I don't feel like making anything.”

“You shouldn't.” You giggled some more and turned around in his grasp to face him.

“I already said I didn't you goof, at least let's watch something.” You said playing with his hair.

“You mean sleep for a few hours and let the TV watch us.” He said as he put the blanket over your heads with a chuckle. You knew how tired the man was due to his lifestyle so instead of forcing him to watch ‘It's Thanksgiving Charlie Brown’ like you planned you embraced him and drifted to sleep. Maybe it would become your tradition to sleep until 2pm on thanksgiving but you didn't quite make it due to the banging on your door.

“...Don't get it Shouta, it's not important. This is what you could say if you didn't make the idiotic decision of becoming a hero. But you did and now this could be the end of the world if you don't answer it, and you're not even being dramatic.” He Talked to himself as you both went to get the door. You answer to reveal a tall black haired man.

“When you did answer the first few knocks I thought for once my cute little brother did something for Thanksgiving but nope, which is fine we brought the party to you and cute little y/n.” Shiori said with his signature big grin.

“No.” Shouta glared at his brother and began to shut his door but before he could a little voice rang out.

“Hey uncle sho! We cames to say t’anks for watching Jun!” Haru said, rushing to Shouta and bumping into his leg.

“You're a villain Shiori, an absolute tyrant.” Shouta said with a small smile as he opened the door wide to let everyone in. Everyone being Shiori, Jun, Haru, Maki and what you assumed was his wife. Oh and also 3 of the other brothers. One was Sora, he stuck out from his brothers. The side of his head shaved and his hair pulled back, tattoos as far as your eyes could see and piercings. The other two however you knew were Shinji and Shijiro, you just didn't know who was who.

“All of you?” Aizawa said with a sigh.

“No just the brothers! Saika and Shizumi are gonna plan something to do with you two before Christmas. We think it’ll be good for L/N to meet us all one more time before they meet the parents and stay with us all for a week. By the looks of it they don't even know which brother I am.” The shorter of the two you didn't know said. The group laughed at you, kindly.

“I do, to know who you are!” You huffed at the chuckling man.

“Alright then feisty, who are they and who am I?” He said through his laughter.

“That's Sora, that's Shinji, and your Shojiro the other baby and incurable flirt.” You said with complete confidence.

“Yeah almost right, that IS Sora and I am the resident flirt but I am not the other baby brother. The name is Shinji and that is Shojiro but don't sweat the small stuff buttercup, there's always next time.” He said booping your nose.

“Shinji you dirty dog, you cannot be hitting on your little brother’s partner!” Shojiro said, knocking his brother over the head.

“Yeah, Ji they don't need you drooling all on them. They got Shouta for that, but come on I wanna get cooking. We still have one more guest coming, but y/n, a tip for you. Shinji has shorter hair and gray tips and Shojiro looks the most like Shouta. We used to call them twins, his hair is just longer.” Shiori said, moving to the kitchen.

“What do you mean a guest? Who invites someone to someone else's house” Aizawa said following his brother.

“Don't worry about it, they should be here just as we finish. Now, Shinji your on cutting, Shojiro your on cutting and plating, Sora your on cooking the deserts, Me and y/n will cook the snacks and main dishes! Oh and honey and Sho your on entertain the kids team and setting the table of course. No way i'm letting either of you in this kitchen.” Shiori said rolling up his selves. You laughed at Shouta who groaned scooping up Jun and Haru.

“Yeah yeah just hurry I haven't eaten yet.” Shouta said with a smile.

“Alright then, y/n, time to learn some Aizawa family secrets!” He said grasping your hands smiling. He did put you to work thoroughly and just as you guys began setting the table with the food the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it.” Sora said going to get the door, the person came in but you didn't get to see them before Jun was running and yelling to meet the person.

“Bak’go!!” He said running as fast as his legs could take him. You looked over and sure enough the loud blonde was there in his casual clothes.

“Bakugou?” Aizawa questioned looking at the man.

“We told you we were thanking you for watching Jun but so did Sora and Bakugo. Of course they get a thank you too.” Shiori said, patting his brother on the back.

“Well then welcome to my house Bakugou.” Shouta said with a monotone voice.

“Thank you for having me.” The blonde said roughly not meeting anyones eyes.

“Omg that's what you meant!” Shiori said laughing, the brothers except Shouta joined in.

“What?” You said wanting to know the joke.

“Its just he is so much like Shouta when he was younger...but just louder.” Shojiro said, still laughing.

“No way! I'm not like this old man!” Bakugou exploded, you could almost see smoke billow from his ears.

“You so are, it’s kinda cute, you've definitely got to meet Saika and Shizumi, they'll love you.” Shinji said.

“Even now they’re the same, Bakugou is just more vocal and less honest with himself.” You said as you thought more about it.

“The hell! I am not like him, you dumbass!” The blonde roared at you.

“See Haru, Maki! He da bess hero!” Jun said, shaking his brother with sparkling eyes.

“Damn Sho, got demoted by and compared to an angry Pomeranian, all in one day. If you don’t get back cool, I'll steal that cutie right from under you.” Shinji said, ruffling Shouta hair.

“I hate you guys, let's eat you so we can all get out of my house.” Shouta said with a small smile. You all laughed and then a flash was seen.

“That smile on your face says something else Uncle Shouta!! Can't wait to show Aunt Saika, this ones for the family photobook!” Maki shouted with pure joy. The rest of the day was as exciting and fun as the earlier part of the day. It was easily your favorite thanksgiving so far.