#this is wat i get for looking up shit for an old series

[kosi-annec]

JASON DIES??? I just started the Heroes of Olympus books and yall telling me he dies later??

[crookedt44th]

JR.3 MARINARA MAGIC | LMH

PAIRINGS ➳ lee minho x gender-neutral reader (cora)

GENRE ➳ friends to lovers ◦ slow burn ◦ heavy angst ◦ horror ◦ psychological thriller ◦ fantasy ◦ slight humor ◦ ghosts ◦ will add more later!

WARNINGS ➳ mental issues (derealization) ◦ memory loss ◦ inappropriate language ◦ suggestive themes, but no smut ◦ death ◦ gore(?) ◦ smoking ◦ lots of drug and alcohol use ◦ cruel society ◦ adult life crisis ◦ bad life decisions ◦ religious themes ◦ class struggles ◦ hallucinations ◦ food mentions ◦ hints of eating disorder ◦ will add more later!

WC ➳ 6,000+

STATUS ➳ Ongoing.

ABOUT ➳ After dropping out of college, Cora returns home to their small town of Stormvillie with the hopes of reconnecting with their friends they left behind and resuming their carefree previous life. However, things have changed since then. Their friends have grown up and changed, and home seems different now. The wind is getting colder and the leaves are falling. As the night gets darker, strange things are happening.

And there's something in the woods.

NIGHT IN THE WOODS SERIES

CHARACTERS AND THEIR STORIES

PREVIOUS JOURNAL

Scott Pilgrim v. My GPA - Mom Jeans. started playing ...

There’s a quiet inside of this open air. It expands and fills, and soon, you’re walking through the thick, tangible quiet. And if you listen, if you really listen, you can hear the pulse of the world, the old hum we almost remember, the old language etched into us. 

It’s a strange thing, to hear the quiet. 

One day, I’ll be quiet forever. 

One day, I’ll exist in the space between words. 

One day, you’ll hear me whispering into the open air, singing something you can almost understand.

I closed my eyes, fantasized about a quiet life. 

Suddenly, I feel at home.

But when I opened my eyes, I started to see shapes. 

I’m somewhere.

Just not here.

It’s hard for me to see exactly where the hell I went wrong

I never thought I’d see the day we wouldn’t get along

You think I smoke too much, I think your friends suck

September 23, 9:34 a.m.

I feel awful. 

I don’t even know what happened yesterday.

DId I do something crazy yesterday? 

With my head still resting on the pillow, I reach beneath the blanket to find my phone. I lifted my head off the pillow and browsed through my lock screen as soon as I did. Many of Jisung's missed messages. 

Did I say some wild shit last night??

[J.0ne] yo das was honestly the most beautiful speech ive ever heard in my entire life

I don’t want to know.

With a grumble, I forced myself to get out of bed in the hopes that taking a shower would help me feel less disgusted. I put on a large, baggy shirt that was sitting on top of my toilet after I finished my shower. I looked in the mirror as I began to wash my teeth. I look like fucking shit.

Hey, don’t be mean to yourself. 

I have the worst face on earth. 

Well, I mean, you look totally awesome in that big old band shirt you totally did not steal from that one little vendor at the mall where an old man just makes the graphic shirt for you. 

I straightened up my posture and placed my hands on my hip, looking at the shape of my body. 

I should lose weight. 

Nah, you look fine. 

No, I don’t. I should really stop eating a lot. 

It’s cool, dude. Not everyone needs to be super duper skinny!

Fine, I should be more positive about myself, whatever the internet says. I am just a real human being. 

My hands slipped off my hips, and I stood there straight, staring blankly at myself. 

And no one can prove that I’m not. 

…

I should read the messages my friends sent me.

After hurrying to my room to find my phone, I nervously went through the messages Jisung had sent me. I texted him back after learning that he hadn't given me many details about what I had done the previous night. 

[C0conut] wat rlly happened last night

[J.0ne] sum beautiful speech that u did in front of lino i dunno i dun rememebaer anythanng

[VanDivision] you called him a cute boy.

[CB97] And then you puked on his shirt again hahaha 

[C0conut] ಠ_ಠ he prob hates me again

[J.0ne] whu CARRRESS plssssss come by chris outlet job stuff work now me me bored here  

I shrugged and let out a breath before tossing my phone onto my bed. I decided to keep this large t-shirt on, find some jorts, and throw on another flannel. Despite the fact that I had lost my other pair of Converse shoes, these fucked up black vans will have to do. My name was called from the kitchen as I sauntered down the stairs. I figured the breakfast was ready. 

“Heya mom, what’re we having today?”

"Hey, sweetie, you look awful!" Mom giggled as she set down a plate with a sandwich and a bowl of soup. "For breakfast, we're eating sandwiches and soups. Plus, you went to a party; I'm not sure how much you drank, but you needed this soup anyway."

"Awesome." I dug in with my spoon and sipped the warm liquid down my throat, feeling relaxed.

"Rough night?" Mom went on, holding up a book to read.

“You know it.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

You hummed, “I saw Minho.”

“Did you talk to him?”

“A little bit.”

"Give it some time. He will get to you." She flicked through another page of her book, "I believe most of the repair workers have left the town center. Some shops are still under construction, though."

"Oh really?" Taking a bite out of the sandwich, I said.

"I remember how much you enjoyed climbing some buildings."

"I've thought about doing it again."

"No, sweetie. You should go to jail for that, no?" Mom arched an eyebrow at me. 

“They’ll never catch me!”

“Your aunt will catch you.”

“Boooo.” I dropped the almost eaten sandwich and slouched down. "I'm going to finish this later, mom; I have to go." 

“Alright, well, have fun! Stay safe!”

I quickly grabbed my shoulder bag from the hanger and bolted out the door. I'm getting a little eager for autumn as I stroll down the street and feel the cool morning breeze. I saw some of the local businesses were closed as I passed by them and noticed a group of elderly men gathered around one of the stores.

"There won't be Stormvillie if we don't start doing business right." Says the tall old man dressed in a business suit.

"Well, it appears that we must take whatever action we can." Says a different large, bearded man. "To make the market take note of us!"

Huh, wild. On my left, where I used to go since I was a child, was the closed doughnut shop. A lot of stores are really closing down.

"Will, you're not listening- it's not of sufficient historical note."

"Brother, most folks don't even give a damn about our jobs anymore. Our pay is really low!"

"There must never be another fight at a stop sign."

I left nonetheless, not wanting to listen in on some of the things adults like to talk about, and went past the old pizza place I used to and still enjoy. The pizza place is still open, at least. Perhaps I should bring my buddies here. Maybe with Minho. 

The middle schooler was once more playing on his Nintendo while perched on the seat next to the statue. I looked up at the bronze statue of the man who built this town, the man holding up his axe. The child was still engrossed in the game and was not aware of my presence when I peered down at him.

"Shouldn't you be at school?" I asked, looking down at the child.

"I'm gonna skip." His little fingers hitting the buttons with aggression, his eyes fixed on the game rather than me. 

“Geez.” 

The boy lost the game and groaned out of frustration, “I’ve been going at this game for hours! And I still didn’t get it.”

“What’re you playin’ this time?”

“Star Wars; Battlefront.” 

“Seriously? Star Wars?”

“You don’t like them?” Lori let out a cry and held his palms over his mouth dramatically. “All of my friends are playing the Star Wars games! One of my friends said they’re coming over tonight to play the games with me on my nintendo 64.” 

“I just don’t get the hype.” I shrugged.

“Hmph!” He again folded his arms in a drama queen manner, then rose from his chair and grabbed the skateboard that was next to him. "Hey, you wanna go to the library for a second?" Lori asked, gesturing to the neighborhood library across the street.

I look at him, then at the library, and I start to wonder if I have time left at all. "Sure," I nodded.

"There used to be strange little letters hidden in some of the books. My friend and I would open every book to find more, sort of like on a scavenger hunt!" Lori kept talking while we strolled towards the library. 

“Weird letters?”

“Yeah! Some letters are about odd cult shit or something.” Cult?

Lori wandered the library, trying to find a certain book. I trailed after him to the Bible area, where I watched him leaf through the books, choose one, and hand it to me. I found the letter by grabbing and turning the pages. "I was not made for this kind of test," the paper said in such a hurried handwriting when I unfolded it. “I will fall apart. I will not stay. I will come undone, and you will never see me again."

"This letter is so weird, right?" He chuckled: "I think there's someone in town trying to troll some gullible kids here for fun."

"Could be. Not really remotely close to odd cult shit, whatever you say, but close enough."  I remarked, still staring at how familiar the handwriting was. 

“Lori, did you save the other letters?” I shoved the letter in my pocket. 

“Nope, Mom threw it away. She thought it’s a curse or something.” He shrugged, taking out his nintendo sitting on the table. 

“Bummer. I’ma go now.”

“Bye, killer!”

“Okay, now don’t call me that.”

Can’t figure out the reason why our parents fight so much

But I’ve given up on luck

But I’m happy here

“Yeah, he’s cute but what are his critical thinking abilities? His political stance? Socioeconomic aspirations?”Jisung began talking nonsensically as soon as I entered the store. Chan, dressed in black dress slacks and a white button-up shirt, leaned against the counter and wore an elegant gold watch that his father had most likely given him. Then there's Jisung, the typical punk, decked out in his trademark red and black. Worn-out black leather jacket with a revolution illustration and a few words scattered throughout it, paired with cargo trousers and tall boots. You already know it.

"What is happening here?" Asking, "Are you seeing someone?" I broke up the talk between the two men' talk, who beamed at me.

"What? No way!" Jisung waved his hand in denial. I stared at the blue-haired man one more time after turning to look at Chan for confirmation. He was stifling his laughter. "All right, maybe, but..."

"Who is it, though?"

"All right, so this guy that I've been chatting with online for a few months now has been arranging to meet me here," Again rambling, he leaned on the counter, clasped his hands together, and bowed his head. "Vanna, on the other hand, does not approve of me going on a date with this guy because I did not know what the guy looked like in person. So this motherfucker is setting me up with another guy.”

“Woah, you don’t know what he looks like? Han, don’t you think that’s pretty alarming?” I frowned, “Vanna is right though.”

"Yeah, but he's sweet, a smooth talker, and so caaaring. She's matching me up with someone I'm not supposed to see until we go on the date, which is scary enough than meeting up with a guy I've talked to already!" Jisung turned around swiftly, looking away from us and folding his arm like if he were a cartoon character being betrayed by bunny bugs or something.

"Dude, whatever." I looked over at Chan, who was arranging the pricey, ornate jewelry and watches—some of which were vintage—on the front table. I browsed the store, enjoying how cozy and antique it seemed—like a grandpa's store in London. It seems to make sense that his father owned the store. "Chan, do you know about shops being shut down?"

"Yes," he said, perking up and nodding before returning his attention to organizing. "What about it?"

"Will this store close down as well?"

"Well. Who knows, probably. In any case, my dad does things his own way."

“...”

“...”

"Would you not want to go to, you know, Los Angeles or somewhere else, if you were so rich? Live in a big modern house?" I inquired, unsure whether it was insensitive or not. But he knew I was always curious.

"I wish it was that simple, Cora," laughed Chan.

“Simple? Don’t you have zillions of dollars to be able to do it anyway?”

“Crazy of you to think we have THAT amount of money.” He snorted, shaking his head. 

"I wish I had an answer for you, kiddo. But recently, things have become more complicated." He stooped to pick up the boxes, which he then carried behind the counter and placed on the floor beside numerous other unopened boxes. Jisung gave us both a perplexed look, and I shrugged at him, feeling uncomfortable and guilty for being overly curious. "Well, I apologize for the sudden mood change. You guys wanna get pizza later today when I’m off work?”

“Oh yeah! Good thing that Marinara Magic is still open.” I exclaimed, getting excited at the thought of us getting together to eat pizza like little kids again. 

"Dude, right now I would kill for a pizza!" Jisung leaped to his feet and followed Chan inside the office. I followed them both as well and went inside what appeared to be Chan's father's office, however he seemed to spend more time here than his father. While the worker was busy finishing up tasks and they were busy chatting, I kept myself occupied by wandering around the office and taking in the many framed awards and certificates. A computer was situated atop an extremely cluttered desk, alongside numerous loose work documents and a few images pinned to the wall beneath the desk. The pictures showed him with his sister, his family, and all of us together. When I gazed upon the following picture, Chan, Minho, and Felix were posing at a high school graduation in their gowns. They wrapped each other's shoulders with their arms while grinning broadly. I turned to face Chan, who was rummaging through the drawers. Even if all he did was dye his hair bright red, which turned into an unpleasant pinkish tone, and he gained weight, he still looked very different. Even though he was only 23, he appeared a little older than his actual age. Maybe, he didn’t sleep at all again. 

I looked at the picture once more, focusing on the boy with brunette hair who was standing next to Chan. I would never be able to pretend that Minho wasn't the cutest kid in high school. Everyone was all over him. He was way out of my league. Even though he is much more stylish and handsome now, his face appears really worn. How am I going to face him next time I see him?

Felix, a ginger freckled boy, stands to the right. I couldn't remember when we had last spent time together. A few months after graduating, he stopped playing in our band and became distant from us. Suddenly, he disappeared from our lives. With his long hair, he now had a much more bad boy appearance, according to the missing poster. He had been, always.

"Hey Cora, would you mind checking to see if they have batteries at the grocery store? I need to work on this..." Chan looked at the surveillance cameras he had taken out of the drawer as he gave me the money. "Vanna works there."

"Oh, sick. I guess I should go then." As I was going to leave the store, Jisung yelled, "GET US SNACKS!" as I snatched the money and jammed it in my pocket.

"YA GOT IT!" I yelled in response.

Since the grocery shop was down the street, the walk wouldn't be too far. Across the street was Poppy's Coffee as well. I thought about going to visit Minho, maybe apologize, and ask him to go have pizza with us later. He used to be my best friend, therefore I should really make it up to him, but the thought frightened me.

Vanna wasn't behind the counter when I went inside the store to look for her. I went through the snack aisle and picked some snacks as well as drinks. I swung around to see Vanna standing directly in front of me, staring at me with no emotion.

"Are you trying to find anything?" Dropping the box and restocking the shelves, Vanna asked nonchalantly. 

“You scared me, dude.”

“My bad. Your head’s okay?”

“Oh, yeah, a little.” I rubbed my head. “You got any batteries?”

“Yeah, behind the counter. What type?” She stopped restocking to go to the counter and searched through the variety of different batteries.

“Type? Shit, I dunno. Chan just said he needs some for the camera or something.”

“What kind of camera? Is it a film?”

“Looks more like a security camera.”

Vanna slammed the product on the counter and began scanning the rest of the items. Vanna didn't seem to buzz, but the sudden loud hum coming from the freezer distracted me. 

“Store looks busted.”

“A lot of shit went down this summer. My boss said he’d order for repairs, but I don't see any motherfucker to come fix it and it’s been months.” As she pushed the objects she had completed scanning in my direction, she said. “No plastic bags either. Someone usually has to bring their own big bag. Better for the environment.”

“Cool.” We both stood silently, just staring at each other.

“So..”

“I didn’t mean anything I’ve said yesterday.”

“It’s cool. I barely remember half of it, honestly.”

“Yeah, me neither. You really need to chill when it comes to drinking.”

“Was it really bad?” I tried not to watch the memory again in my mind as I shamefully rubbed my head.

“Everyone forgot it. I’m sure Minho finds it funny now.” Vanna said as she scrolled on her phone.

I hit my head on the counter and moaned. I'm worried about what Minho thinks of me now, more than whether there's an image somewhere of me getting wasted.

"Do you hate Minho or something?" Sincerely curious, I inquired, recalling vaguely what Vanna had said about him the previous evening.

“No, I was just upset. Just wanted to bring someone up to blame. I should learn not to.” 

“Hm. You wanna go for a pizza with us? Jisung, Chan, maybe Minho.”

“I’m still working.” Vanna looked up from her phone, furrowing her eyebrow.

“Like later.”

“Sure.” 

“Sick.”

“...”

“I should stop by Minho’s work…”

“Good luck, man.” 

So leave my sweater on the porch 

I’ll leave your bag under the stairs

Don’t go back to our old place

It’s probably locked up anyway

I crossed the street tensely, imagining what I should say or how I should apologize as I made my way to Poppy's Coffee. Hesitantly, I paused in front of the store entrance, debating whether or not to go inside or simply walk out and travel to space, never to return. Someone from inside the store opened the door before I could even extend my hand, revealing Minho. His lovely reddish-brown hair and honey complexion glistened in the sun's rays. He gave me a radiant smile.

"Cora! I was just wondering if you were okay." With a broad smile, he flashed his bunny teeth. "I kind of ran to open it for you after seeing you standing there for a minute. You know, you just gotta be a gentleman. Come inside, Co!" Minho laughed as he greeted you with a smile at the rustic coffee shop. The room had a pleasant aroma of roast coffee, antique, charming vintage tables and chairs, and a lot of fairy lights hanging from the ceiling. Since I left, the shop's entire style has evolved. He obviously decorated it, as I could tell. "Oh, and you still enjoy mocha, correct? I can do it right now!" His excitement and sudden outburst of energy reveal a new aspect of him that makes my eyes widen in disbelief.

"What's up with you?" Watching him run in circles and start preparing coffee for me, I blurted out.

"I'm just happy to see you back home," Minho smiled at me, really sweet, and then gathered everything to make coffee on the counter.

“I don’t have any money, dude.”

“On the house!”

“Free drink.. Sick..” I found a table and sat down, observing him prepare a drink. With his small watch on his wrist and a brown apron on top, he had his sweater sleeves rolled up. Now that his hair was groomed, his entire face was visible to me. I completely understand why so many girls were over him. It makes sense that he has a girlfriend. Oh, right.

"I apologize for last night." I looked down, embarrassed, trying to scrape the skin off my arm. And a little disappointed that he actually had a girlfriend.

“Oh, that’s no problem! You were just.. being you again.” With a giggle, he looked up at me and flashed his rabbit teeth once more. "You don't have to buy me a new shirt, by the way. I could easily wash it."

"Well, yeah, I know. I've puked on you twice already, it's ridiculous." I laughed along with him.

"Your hot mocha is here! It's getting chilly outside, and see, I drew you a cat!" Minho approached my table gingerly and set the mug down carefully, revealing a white kitten sketched in cream. Still grinning and gazing at me, he took a seat in front of me as well. I was able to get a closer, clearer look at him. He looked very tired, but his cute big smile topped it off. 

“Since when do you know how to do this?” 

“My mom taught me when I started working. It’s kinda therapeutic actually.” He giggled once again. “God, I’m so giggly today. Maybe, you’re finally here with me again like the good old times.”

“Couldn’t agree more.” I took a sip of the hot mocha and realized it was the best drink I had ever had. "I had a brownie with my coffee the last time I drank it in college, and it tastes really bitter."

Minho snorted, "Obviously, chocolate tastes much sweeter than coffee itself. Of course it will taste bitter."

“I miss Felix’s brownies.” 

“Right, Felix. Do you know about it?”

“Yeah, I always wonder why he left.”

“You think he left? Not like being kidnapped or something?”

“Do you think he was kidnapped?”

With a sigh, he palmed his face and rested his elbow on the table. "Just a hunch on my part. To be honest, nobody in the town seemed to be making any effort to find him. Chan and his family may have tried, but they got nothing."

"Why did you stop talking to Chan and Han?"

"Well, it was a bit complicated." Minho tightened, straightened his back, and gave me a sincere look. "Listen—I am deeply sorry for how I treated you when you told me you were going to college about two years ago."

“Hey, it’s all chill, dude.” 

“No, it’s obviously not. I know you were drunk last night, but everything you said, I’ve thought about it a lot since.” 

“I was just out of my mind. I don’t even remember half of it. Vanna even told me I called you cute, so that’s awkward ‘cause y’know you have a girlfriend and all.” I blurted it out, sulking, and nodding till I turned to face him, who appeared confused.

“...”

“...”

“What?”

“I don’t.. have one?” His head was cocked in confusion at me.

“Dude, that girl at the party, y’know-”

“Pretty sure she’s a lesbian.”

“Oh.”

“I kinda had to dip when she started making out with that girl which lasted for like a long minute.”

“Ooh.”

“Yeah.”

“Oooh.”

“Mhm.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s good.”

“Have you ever had one?”

“Why?”

I scowled at him as I sagged into my chair and folded my arms. "Well, have you seen yourself?" I asked.

"I'm not really chasing it." He was moving a little stiffly, suddenly tense.

"Yes, whatever, boo, tomato," I said.

"Someone has been on my mind for a very long time, and still is." In the end, Minho said, "Just not ready to tell them."

"Oh." I forced myself not to get emotional as I imagined Minho to have feelings for someone who is completely unlike me. "Whatever, do you want to join me, Han, Chan, and Vanna for pizza?"

"Oh? I'll see if I can stop by, but I'm kind of busy all day." Minho smiled.

"Well, I missed us all together."

"I know, sorry, I've been busy a lot lately." The bell at the door rings, announcing that the customers have arrived. He let out a sigh and rose from his chair, eager to resume his job. "I have to go right now. I'll try to see and come by, okay?" Minho smiled at you one last time before returning to his job.

I nodded slowly and watched him as he began to take orders and put back his apron. I got up from my seat and exited the store, expecting to meet him later. 

I bet it still looks the same as when I ran away that day

Everyone was at the Marinara Magic eating pizza and sides and sitting and talking to one another. The realization that the two years I had been waiting for was finally here nearly took my breath away. Even though Chan was trying to talk them out of being too loud and scared that the staff could kick us out, Jisung was being playful as usual with Vanna and they were fighting over pizza toppings. But I was disappointed that Minho wasn't here yet. It appears that the kids are still not on good terms with him. For the last twenty minutes, all I could look at was the front entrance. While Jisung was still yapping and Chan was on his phone, Vanna appeared to notice but chose not to speak out.

Maybe, it’ll be too awkward if he comes.

The pizza place looked precisely the same as it did when I left. The red checkered tablecloth, slightly worn-out wooden seats, leon signs, and several framed pictures of former employees and musicians who had dinner here. The owner, who had been employed there since the 1990s and was now essentially a grandfather, ultimately left due to the death of his son. Unlike most soldiers, who return home to surprise their families, his son arrived in a box. He was "at fault" for electing to join the army of his own free will, but no one believed it was all lies and propaganda. The brutal reality of the American dream was that. You either achieve everything successfully or lose everything. 

Although it didn't taste as good as it used to, it was still better than the pizza I had in the city. Even yet, I feel like throwing up when I eat pizza. I fidgeted as I started to finish the drink in the red glass, wondering when Minho would arrive. Would he even show up at all? Does he even care?

Vanna moved to get closer to me and said in a whisper, "Are you waiting for Minho?"

"Yeah." I glanced at the boys to see if they heard us, but they were still too engaged to respond. "Do you think this would make them hate me?"

"No, they were hoping to speak with him, but that jerk decided not to. That's what I think." With a shrug, Vanna settled back into her chair and took her notebook out of her leather purse. 

“He confuses me sometimes.”

“Are you really confused or just frustrated?”

“I guess, both.” I sighed. 

“A friend,” She quoted, “shouldn’t make you that frustrated, let’s be real.”

“I guess.. I mean, I know he has some rough family issues, that’s all. I don’t know if there’s anything else.”

“You didn’t at least try to talk to him earlier?” 

“I did try!” I pouted, sinking down in my seat. “He’s just.. being complicated.”

“What did he say?”

“I dunno.. Like he was being overly nice and then it got awkward when you know, I asked about his girlfriend which I thought he does have, but he doesn’t and he still hasn’t told me what really happened–”

Vanna groaned, putting her hands on her head. “What the fuck are you talking about? You’re the one being complicated.”

“Okay, well–” Just as I was about to defend myself, I felt a bit offended.

"Vanna's not wrong here, kid." Chan said, still deeply absorbed in his phone.

"I am not a kid!" I yelled at him inaudibly. "He's just making things more complicated,"

"You TWO are being so complicated and annoying!" Jisung also yelled as he pointed jokingly at me with his finger.

"Holy shit-" Vanna places her fingers on her nose's bridge.

"What is happening here?" When someone else's voice was heard, the yelling stopped. There was no way I could pretend that seeing him didn't make me nearly puke again.

"Awkward…" Vanna rolled her eyes and sang.

"We ate the entire pizza!" With a wide smile, Jisung resumed his random hand gestures.

“Don’t worry, I’ll buy you a slice.” Chan took out his card and stood up.

“No, it’s good, I can just–”

“Shut up and let me buy you one, man.”

“I know, but-”

“Dude, c’mon, we haven’t talked in a while-”

“I’m the one that should make up-”

“No–”

Everyone else at the table chuckled at their interaction as I smacked my head against the table.

It doesn’t matter anyway

‘Cause I’m happy here

"That pizza was gooood, ay?" As he put his arm around Minho, Chan laughed. By now it had gotten late, so everyone left Marinara Magic together to walk home. The staff seemed to already like Chan enough to not throw us out, so I'm amazed they put up with us.  

"But not as good as it was before. I could make it better at home!" Minho replied as Vanna and I just kept strolling down the street in silence as the boys laughed and chatted about how much they used to miss his cooking. I couldn't help but feel uneasy tension when I was around Minho, even though it felt great to have him back in the group like we did in high school. At least, we were all back to normal again. Nothing bad will definitely happen!

I was taken aback by what I had just seen on the pavement and froze in place. An arm mutilated, with blood dripping from the tip. I turned back to give the kids a warning since they were all standing in a circle and talking nonstop, much as when family get together and chat for hours at a time. "There's an arm, guys!" I yelled out and ran to the tree to get a stick, then I walked back to where the arm was and attempted to poke it. The group approached it with caution and began to swear loudly as soon as they saw it.

"Why are you poking it?" Like everyone else, Jisung coughed in disgust and yelled silently.

"It's too much to look at." Vanna stopped staring at it and poked her tongue out.

"How did that end up there? Has there been a murder? That shit barely happens here since like that one incident in 1990," Minho inquired.

"Was that not in 1983?" Chan folded his arm and scowled at Minho.

"No fucker, that's the bite of '83 you're thinking of; it's definitely before 1990." As I was prodding the arm, I snorted, and Jisung burst out laughing and slapped his thigh.

"Sorry, the what?"

"Game reference." Minho stated while awkwardly scratching his head.

Chan said, "He's really back," shaking his head.

“Oh, shut it.”

"Are we going to do shit about this or not? This kid is messing with it." Vanna spoke out.

"Dude, get up." The lighting flashed on us as Chan attempted to grip my shoulder, and I realized who it was as I got up.

"What's going on over here?" My aunt was standing there in her uniform, staring at us expressionlessly.

"A arm!" I gave my aunt a smile and gestured to where it was. She bowed, glanced down, examined the arm, and reported what had transpired using her talkie-walkie.

"You kids need to go home. We will take care of it."

"But-"

"Go. Home." Aunt gave me a scowl. 

I kept glancing back, wondering what the whole "arm" thing was about, but Minho kept trying to pull me out of it and finally we walked home together. Since their routes to their homes differed from mine, half of the group bid goodbye and parted ways. Since Minho and I live in the same neighborhood, we strolled home in silence.

"Wow, that was crazy." He let out another quiet laugh to break the ice. 

"Yeah." Still feeling a little uneasy, I laughed too. When we arrived at my house, I was about to say goodbye, when Minho grabbed my wrist. I was shocked as I looked down and wondered what he was going to say.

"Hey, listen, uhm," The taller one went on, "If you want, we can hang out this weekend?"

I nodded despite standing there taking in what he had told me. 

"Alright, cool. So, see you then?" Minho smiled at me, and I smiled back. We kept looking at one other, and neither of us wanted to break eye contact. I finally hurried to my house and entered, blushing slightly. Is it a date? Nah, nah, you’re crazy. It’s totally not. 

I began to search around my living room for my dad, but figured that since it's becoming late, they might be asleep. I mentally noted that I will talk to him more before he leaves for work tomorrow morning when I woke up. After walking the flight of stairs to my room, I completed my night routine and was soon ready for bed. As I lay in bed tonight, I pondered how quickly today went from being just normal to not so normal. Since I had nothing planned for tomorrow, I thought I should stay home and perhaps look up old strange incidents that occurred in my town a long time ago on the internet. It's been a while since I last hunted a ghost. I should do it again. 

I should just go to sleep.

I sleep well alone now

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[cat-mermaid]

real talk Wendell and Wild should have been as huge and beloved as Coraline

but its not, cos it has like

TWENTY FUCKING MAIN CHARACTERS THAT ALL DEMAND EQUAL SCREEN TIME

Wendell and Wild, the dudes the movies about, have so little fucking screen time, you forget the movie is about them😡 Instead the whole thing goes at a weird hyperactive unfocused pace that makes it hard to remember what the actual main plot is about, cuz thers like 5 secondary plots all fighting for attention

The whole plot is made borderline incoherent because we keep having to check in with all these side characters who clearly have these histories and deep backstories but this is a movie, not a tv series (and it feels like someone really wanted it to be) and theres only so much damn time

Like they make you spend time with that nun and dude in the wheel chair and imply that these two have a really important and interesting past but then nothing fucking comes of it and why did we spend 4 minutes of this movie learning about it then????????😕

I'd say that wat this needed was another two or three passes at the editing desk, with the biiiiiig pruning sheers, but no. Someone somewhere was like WE'RE GETTING ALL THESE VOICE ACTORS AND BY GOD THEY ARE ALL GOING TO GET BIG JUICY CHUNKS OF TIME IN THIS AND MAKE IT WORK GODDAMMIT

You could cut out over half the cast and not lose anything

Today I was on a call and someone was asking me about this movie and I just sat there, brain stalling, because I was trying to put together the whole damn thing and I could barely piece the whole thing together narratively -

"uhh so this girl's parents die in a car crash, she ends up in the foster system, and winds up in this fancy school where uh, everyone is, uh, super very nice to her and she hates them? How dare they? And uh two devil guys hate their dad's hell amusement park. Yeah. Fuck that guy. So they want to run away and start their own hell park, but nice and all aesthetic? Uhhh but they needsa "hell maiden" to let them out? And the main girl is one? And devil dudes lie and say they can uh bring back her parents if she helps them?"

-but thats hardly the movie, theres all this other shit thats happening that makes the main plot so damn small and flimsy, I haven't even brought up the other major shit like the super jail and the "come back to life cream" and the zombies and I'm tired already rewinding it all in my brain

so many fucking characters and non of them are even engaging at all, christ

I wanted to love this movie so fucking bad, I was looking forward to it for years. I love Henry Selick, I love stop motion animation, I love Jordan Peele, LOOK AT THESE CHARACTERS DAMMIT:

I just don't fucking believe it, because-

but this whole thing smacks of

involved with this production, it doesn't feel focused and tight the way that Coraline did. That movie had like 12 voice actors, many also playing their characters "other" selves, and ever character felt good and necessary

With W&W it felt like they kept getting new big names onboard and forcing the whole thing to be rewritten to accommodate the new characters again and again

the ending is such a cluster fuck that i low key got embarrassed explaining it because i felt like a 6 year old making up shit about a movie they'd never seen

[waitmyturtles]

My first-ever dalliance with an Our Skyy property (I didn’t watch Never Let Me Go or Star In My Mind)! Some thoughts on Our Skyy 2: The Eclipse, episode 1:

First off, The Eclipse was my first GMMTV BL ever ever ever, which I watched after finishing KinnPorsche. I literally had no idea who anyone was, from the actors to Golf, no one. Going in super-DUPER fresh, I generally loved the script, and COMPLETELY loved the direction and cinematography. I loved that the storyline relied on emotional heat up until it made sense to introduce physical heat. I had my criticisms about how the Thua storyline played out -- I did not realize this until @bengiyo shared with me that two episodes had been cut from the original series order, which helps me to understand that whole debacle a lot better in hindsight.

I loved the show a lot, and already have a ton of nostalgia for it, and I’m excited that my old Thai BLs watchlist will give me more by way of First, especially in Not Me (and besides BLs.... yes, I’m still very much considering watching The Shipper for all the other simpy darlings in it) (cough cough Ohm cough Jennie cough).

ANYWAY, I’m seeing on the internet a lot of consternation for this first episode, but I thought it was FABULOUS.

I want to see people in relationships dealing with shit! Like grown-up humans! Yes, the boys are young -- dang, they’re just graduating high school! They’re young adults, like YOUNG, and figuring out their shit. (Isn’t it... SCREAMINGLY obvious that Aye is keeping the birthday secret from Akk?) (I always thought of Akk as a slightly over-serious weenie, and look -- First plays that up SO WELL.) (And Ayan knows this and is messing with Akk, and so what?) (Because boyfriends are going to learn how to balance each other out, and that’s exactly what’s happening here!)

I blog about trauma and messes all the time, because trauma and messes are really real in the real world. Surely I look to dramas to show me alternate realities of happy fluff and happy endings, but, as I always write here: the thing that really gets me in particular about Thai dramas is the Thai filmmaking penchant to NOT look away from the messy, gory, emotional details of relationships needing to be ironed out. It’s truly beautiful art to me when a writer or director can get into that without shying away from it.

I reblogged this fantastic post from @justafriend-ql this morning with an incredible insight: the guys from Suppalo dealt with a tremendous amount of emotional trauma, and dare I say, even brainwashing to an extent while they were in school. They need to figure their shit out. Whether you’re in a relationship or not -- after an experience like that, you need to spend time sorting shit out regarding how you treat yourself and others.

Which is EXACTLY WHAT’S HAPPENING WITH THIS EPISODE. 

To me, The Eclipse was not about physical engagement or fluff. It was a very deep exploration into the societal guardrails that these guys were operating behind. I don’t see why that wouldn’t change for Our Skyy. 

And I think this balanced out really nicely with all the movie bits, with Neo’s shirtlessness (GAWD DAMN), with Namo being freakin’ hilarious, and with my BELOVED ship of Wat and Sani -- Sani, who looks as slammin’ as ever, who will likely turn down Wat (if I’m reading their movie re-creation correctly), and Wat who respectfully crushes on her (I love them I love them, and if Sani decides otherwise, I support her go-gurl moment, because Wat is also an adult now!).

Anyway. This will obviously resolve tomorrow, and I’m excited for it. I loved this episode. It was sophisticated, heaty, emotional, and complicated. I’m not expecting fluffy and simple here -- I want to see good filmmaking for a two-episode epilogue, and I think we’re getting it so far here.

[bubblyqueer000]

APRIL FOOLS JOKE POST Mondo Owada x Me PART 3!! THE FUCKENING :0

soz I haven't been posting. I'll make an update soon C:

still tho gotta do my yearly april fools day post!!

FUCKING SHIT WIENER COCK DOODLE!! HEY DICK NOSES IT’S BUBZ CHAN AND IM MAD. RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHDFNNJHBNJHBGBHNJHBGVHNHBVGBNBHHB

Okay so like last year that little cock weasel, monocumstain killed my boyfriend, mondo because he was mad he commited a hate crime and fucked me on the tables in the cafeteria, coating them in his dick cheese in the process. UGGGGHH

BUT ACTUALLY I WAS THE ONE WHO WAS REALLY PUNISHED BECAUSE I WAS THE ONE TASKED WITH SCRAPING HIS SMEGMA OFF OF EVERY SURFACE OF THE SCHOOL!!!! >:C

I was in the midst of using a metal spatula to scrape off his dried up mondo butter from under the tables when I felt a horrible pain filling my chest.

“Ow tf” I sayed

“Shut the fuck up” said Kyoto

“No you cunt, my stomach really hurts.”

“Well no shit we’re all like a million years old now and during that whole time mondo was fuckin destroying your organs.” Said toastermi

“…

…

Shit u right.” And then I felt another horrible fucking pain in my tummy!!! “AHHHHHHFHDNDNBDNDJDNDND NO YOU BITCHES IDK WHATS HAPPENING”

“maybe u need a nap c: “ Nina told me

“YOU DONUT SUCKING FUCK WAD HELP ME.” 

“DON’T WORRY YALL I GOT THIS!” Said sakura, kicking me as hard as she could in the stomach making my organs squirt out of my ass with a loud shlorp. 

“OH SHIT IN THE SINK GET HER TO THE SINK!” Shouted byakuya bc he thought it was my period and he was scared of periods and stuf. 

So yea soccer ball carried me over her shoulder into the kitchen and plopped me in the sink where I screamed and farted loudly lmfao. I really hope that no one actually gets turned on by this dear fucking god. 

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” idk how birth works soz. 

So yeah I shitted out a bb. 

“What the fuck” Said everyone collectively. 

“Goo goo ga ga 😀” He goo goo ga gad

“HOW THE SHIT DID THIS HAPPEN?” 

“Because you had tons of unprotected sex with mondo.”

“Oh yeah ur right. Alright well… Idk ummm ill name u mondo after ur dad ig.”

“otay” he said bc that’s how babies talk according to fan fic writers wtf is wrong with you people??

“Acutually you can;t lol” said byakuya smartily. “Bc if u did that everytime you called him that hed think of how u fucked his dad or some shit.”

“Byakuya what the actual fuck. I don’t think you understand the absurdity of what you just said. Not only is that sexualizing my infant son, but it’s also an incredibly perverse interpretation of a healthy relationship based on love and respect, and now that he’s passed us on, it’s all the more insensitive.” I told him and everyone started clapping. I looked at the fuckin kid and thought and thought. “Wait wat was mondo’s brother’s name again?”

“Diarrhea.” Sayd makoto.

“LMAOOOOO k ur names diarrhea.” i told the child. 

“K lol.” he said. 

“Ermmm… ERRRRMM…. ERRRMEN AOT…… ERMINEM SLIM SHABBY SLIM ANUS….. ERRRRM…” byakuya erms.

“WHAT WANT BUTT FART???” I sowed   

“well everyone knows that babies need a mommy and daddy or else thre brains wont work. so im volunteering to be ur rich and morty. fuck wait no. rich baby daddy” he explammmed rickbabydaddily 

“??? Tf no!! richie bitches suck” and then I rapped the entirety of piggy pie by icp for everyone but it was a parody that fit the situation like that one mlp web series we all watched as kids that had the parody wreck it ralph op and there was also fuckin evelyn evelyn and confrontation from jekly and hyde parodies ummmm… hold on let me google it. PRINCESS TRIXIE SPARKLE BY MAGPIE PONY.

so I took a break from writing this and taking care of my bastard son to re watch that series and then the first four seasons of mlp and then like all of rainbow dash presents fuck i miss the early days of mlp lmao    

So anyways after that I came out of my room and Daiya II was like a teenager because I was watching mlp content for like fifteen years. 

“Hewwo mwommy” he said 

“Ew why do you still talk like that? Get that shit out of here.”

“Jeez you’re such a bitch.” He told me.

“:0??? >:0! Go to ur room you little shit!” 

“NO mom! >:0! YOU go to YOUR room!”

“Wait what.” and then my own son stabbed me. “Ow bitch u stabbed me in the tit.” 

“Yea but it’s dedly bc ur like 47893845748398.”

“...”

“...”

“SHIT” so yeah I fuckin died. 

“You… cunt.” I said and stoped living. 

When I woke up I was in hell. And who else was there???

Ur MOM! (sorry if ur mom is actually ded or somethin rip)

BUT ALSO MONDO AND DAIYA OWADA (the first one not my son)???? :0

“Hey cootie ;0” said doodie owada

“MONDO!” I cried running over to him.

“Am I a joke to you?” Daiya asked bc i ignored his dumb ass

“Wassup bbygrl C:” Mondo asked. 

“I missed you so much.” I told him. 

“Awww”

…

…

…

…

… 

“Kay let’s fuck already.” 

“K.” 

Our clothes all burned off bc my homophobic relatives tell me that I hell is hot. Then they bent me over. I suckked daiyas dick and took mondos in my ass. 

“Glucglucglucglucglucgluc” i said suckn dick. 

“Coom” and then I fake my organism. 

Soooo yeah were done and were just chillin wit angel hazbin hotel bc it’s hell. BUT IT TURNED OUT THAT DAIYA II WAS THERE BC HE WAS EXECUTED LMFAO

Anyways happy april fools day seeya next year :3

[jinnie-channie]

The Definition of Intimacy

Summary:

Snippets of the lovelife of Yamaguchi Kumiko and Sawada Shin.

Notes:

As 2022 approaches and so does the 20th anniversary of Gokusen TV series 🥳🥳 after rewatching and reading tons of fanfics accross different platforms I decided to make one too to celebrate the fact that this gem is now 2 decades old. In this story, I have not included gokusen 2 & 3 because I have not rewatched it and because this story is mainly ShinKumi, but some parts of the manga will (hopefully) be included in this (like the part that Sawada did not go to africa but instead stayed and became a lawyer).

CHAPTER 1: The intimacy of his gaze

Kumiko have no idea when or how she fell in love with Sawada Shin. Her student, well now former student. She knew how she came to like Shinohara-san because he was handsome and he helped her the first time they met and the star-crossed lovers idea of her being a yakuza princess and him being a detective had excited her so much that whenever she sees him made her feel giddy inside. But with Shin it was all too different.

On the first day they met, Shin was the only one who met her eyes with such intense stare that he caught her interest though not in a romantic way as she was her student. It was because he looked at her with disappointment, anger, and nonchalance which made her wonder what made him act like that. Same for Shin he knew that somehow this teacher was different. Whether good or not he eventually knew as time passes. He looked at her warily, expecting her to eventually get tired of them and become the predictable adult who does not give a shit about them, but then he saw how passionate she is. Funny how passionate means her punching Kuma because he stole money from the vice principal (well technically only because the vice principal deserve it), and her threatening a bunch of students because they ganged up on Shin and Minami.

Sometimes she even wore that stupid 'fashionable' clothes, and he couldn't help but give in and say that she looked fine because she obviously wanted to help, definitely not because she looked really cute being proud of what she was wearing. It was because of her effort and not how cute her stupid antics are.

This all went above Kumiko's head that time. How Shin always gives her what she wants, she just got used to it, being spoiled by Shin. It was a bit funny, how his friends got always surprised whenever he lets her get her way, but still nobody had an idea, specially Kumiko, that he does this because he likes her. If everyon would just look at her just like Shin looks at her, they would fall in love with her too, or maybe it was just him.

Kumiko thought that she had gotten used to Shin looking at her, Lord knows how much he stared at her back when he was still his student. Though his wary gaze turned into curious, then into amusement, and then into affection. Kumiko was sure she somehow had fallen in live with Shin because of the way he looks at her. Like he knows her, the real her. Not the Oujou that Tetsu and the others call her, not the Yankumi that her students affectionately call her, and not even the Yamaguchi-sensei that her co-workers and Shinohara-san call her, but her, the Yamaguchi Kumiko a teacher, a family member, a yakuza princess, and of course a woman. He was the one who could predict what she would do before she even knew what she was going to do. And he was the only one who would go to her home to check on her when it was revealed that she's a yakuza princess, know that she would be depressed and would be blaming herself, even if he left early, in order to stop his self from hugging her knowing it wouldn't help her current situation.

Sawada Shin had known all of that and more all because he looked at her. That was what made Kumiko fall in love with him.

"Oh, that was a nice punch! Did you see that Shin? Maybe we should try to learn that move- eh?? You're not even watching! You missed it!" Kumiko got annoyed seeing Shin was just staring at her instead of watching the yakuza movie that she put on. "You do know that this is the 3rd time we watched that this week, right?" Shin gently moved her hair out of her face.

"A-and so?! That doesn't mean you can just stare at me. You have to watch the movie!" Kumiko blushed avoiding Shin's piercing gaze, opting to look at the action shown at the TV. "I'll reverse the banishment." Shin recited same time as the movie. "W-what?" Kumiko frowned still refusing to return Shin's gaze. "I have almost memorized the whole movie after watching one time, I thought you were the one watching it but you don't even know the lines." Shin teased. Kumiko huffed and finally angrily stared back at him, ignoring the butterflies that she feels whenever she looks at those deep brown eyes, which was now looking at her amusedly with a raised brow.

"Watch the movie, not me."

"No. You're more amusing."

"I am here at your apartment to watch a movie not to make you amused." Trying to ignore the way he moved closer to her face was more difficult than she thought.

"Mmhhmm then why don't you just focus on your movie and ignore me?" His nose was now touching hers their lips a breath apart. "I am not ignoring you, don't you know how distracting it is when someone keeps staring at you?" Kumiko tried to prove her point by staring back at him with the same intensity until she was almost crossed eyed but instead of making a point she made him chuckle "What's with your face."

"Don't laugh at m-mpff" Shin cut her off with a kiss that she immediately returned. Her hands grabbing his arms as he held her waist to keep her from lying on the sofa. Knowing how this strong woman, who can defeat gangs even those pipe wielding ones, get weak and melt whenever he kisses her.

Kumiko let out a gasp as a loud shout came from the movie and Shin took the opportunity to deepen their kiss, his tongue playing with hers, as he pulled her into his lap. After a few minutes, he gently bit and tugged her lower lip and slowly pulled away from their kiss, and traced kisses from her cheeks to her neck as he makes her face the TV once more but this time sitting between his legs. "Let's watch the movie this way so that you wouldn't get distracted by me." Shin whispered in her ear. Kumiko doubted silently that she would be able to focus on the movie after what happened but she did try even if occasionally she could feel him looking at her and his warmth on her back. Somehow, knowing that Shin is watching both her and the movie made the evening much more better

[amidnightmoon]

Rules: answer the questions and tag 9 people you want to get to know better/catch up with. 

I was tagged by @ellelans ages ago i am so sorry i totally forgot about this

Three ships: kaysanova (the Old Guard) because.... look at them!!, silverflint (Black Sails) because I’m still not quite over it (I know it’s been over 4 years im fine), and Damen/Laurent from the Captive Prince series because i managed to devour those books in a short time period and i hadn’t truly had that in a while.

Last song: Run Baby Run by The Riggs.

Last Movie: Wat is dan liefde. It was surprisingly fun.

Currently watching: uh, so much lmao. I just finished Young Royals, and absolutely loved it! But among my ‘watching currently’ list is Drag Race Holland because they release the episode per week and I’m highly anticipating the next episode.

Currently reading: - Crooked Kingdom  by Leigh Bardugo with Kellin - The Eight Mountians by Paolo Cognetti - a shit ton of TOG fics (rereading the sushi fic)

Currently craving: my cravings for pancakes are resolved because we went out for pancakes earlier, so I guess.... chocolate? always chocolate. that or ice cream i’m not picky.

tagging: @gayshipment @heroicheartbeat @1derspark @thefancydragonqueen @quincette @tomboyluce @lucasmileynelli @pigsinablanketfort @ncc-1701-v

[thatludicrousdisplay]

internal monologue: IT Crowd s1ep1

okay so this is something i remember doing over on my sherlock blog that proved kinda popular and i honestly loved doing, so i thought maybe i’d do it for this??? plus it gives me an excuse to rewatch the series lmao!! let me know if you like this or if there’s a specific episode you want me to do!!! here we go....

i still love the title

the deynholm picture pulling out to reveal actual deynholm will never get old

the staring oh my god i would die

“make up your mind!!” literally me

“i’m gonna put you in it” jen: shit

“i could go on” “do” WHY IS THIS SO FUNNY

“clicking. double clicking. the computer screen” aka literally me faking my way through my computer science classes

“STANDARD NERDS” i mean he’s not wrong

fucking hell roy will do anything to avoid answering the phone (once again a whole mood)

THE INTRODUCTION OF THE CATCHPHRASE YES

moss throwing the muffin is just *screaming*

“you do know how a button works don’t you?”

literally the only time moss answers the phone

“im sorry, are you from the past??”

nobody calls moss because they know he’s just gonna lecture them on computers

oh my god the whole “hit it off” conversation i love it

roy is so mad and moss is just there like “go off babe”

“actually that doesn’t really work as a thing..... because y’know, jam lasts for ages”

one of my lifelong dreams is to have a good snog in a bathroom (taking applications lmao)

mood jen on the looking from tall buildings

omg how ominous is the basement button

“get out of the lift” would drive me insane, 10/10 to jen for not screaming

also who the fuck is the dude in the bathroom??? just...... a dude???? wut?????

why is there a dog on roy’s computer screen

YES them coming in and seeing her

roy sweetheart the deodorant goes..... it goes under the shirt

i love them so much

roy’s voice i’m dying

“wait a second, you said it was tolstoy who said what?” 

moss play along sweetheart omg

roy constantly falling over shit should have kept going but once again the writers were too pussy to do it

“why are you giving me the secret signal to shut up?” 

the fact that neither of them know who the head of the department is lmao

“H E A D  W O U N D”

sweetheart the two of you are not capable of looking after yourselves

but, like, harry the postman knows that moss is a nerd so why does he try so hard with the football website lmao

“i’m gonna have a little lie down”-- me after doing two minutes of work

once again jen is a whole mood with trying to impress the boys

moss just watching her like “bitch wat u doing”

the fact he stays polite is a d o r a b l e

“but how!?!?!” 

i wish i could pick an entire phone up with one hand

“with me on.....” the passive aggressiveness in the “thanks!” 

moss is so concerned about roy i love it

see: “i’m standing over here!” 

“she’s a little bit weird to say the least” *sprays ear with water* o......okay

“WHAT” *mug smashes* i mean literally me

i love how shocked he is that somebody can’t like/know about computers

YES the “slightly larger glasses” 

if i’m not stanning moss and his utter adorableness please assume i’m held captive or dead

I LOVE HOW ROY CATCHES HIM REALLY GENTLY

“we do not wanna go in there half-cocked” *proceed to giggle like 8 year olds” 

roy: *makes up bollocks about computers* jen, who’s been listening at the door: okay babe sure but ur lying xoxo

i love moss crawling over to plug the computer in

ROY NOT NOTICING IS INCREDIBLE 

“IT’S GONNA BE A LONG WAY DOWN FOR YOU SWEETCHEEKS” maybe be one of my favourite lines ever

i love roy having to tell moss what jen said it’s just so adorable 

oh my god all the team stuff i love watching roy’s face just fall as he realises that he can’t say anything because he likes having a job, jen looking a little smug because nothing’s gonna happen to her and moss just being..... blank

the fact that roy’s first instinct is to just................... grab moss in a headlock?????

THE VOICE ACTIVIATION SYSTEM OMG ROY 

deynholm speaking into the mouse is just.......... like when your alexa is being a bitch and won’t work lol

moss’ speech going all static is what happens to me when i’m in biology and the teacher i hate opens her mouth

i LOVE the way roy closes the magazine and looks up

jen just........ watching 

“is there any chance we spoke on the phone earlier???”

jen please give me your friend making expertise

“chairman WOW” moss never change sweetie i love you

“...they’re fairly regular the beatings, yes” oh my god the fact this happens all the time and moss is just used to it

“it’s not that bad” “come on roy, it.... it’s pretty bad” SUE ME OKAY I JUST LOVE THE WAY HE SAYS IT 

“people like you need a person to deal with people” hello yes can i have a people person to deal with people

“it can’t be done, you’re crazy!” moss is a foreteller of the future my dudes

the fact they use the a-team music is incredible

ROY RUFFLING MOSS’ HAIR YES GIVE ME MORE

roy is so drunk lmao

“it’s a new era for reynholm industries” “iT’S a New ERa FoR rEYnHoLm iNDUstRieS” 

moss is so confused cos he’s a bit like “i thought we weren’t supposed to say anything” 

“...we were so drunk that we decided to hire prostitutes” jen: *spits drink* WHAT THE FUCK

“but when they arrived we were too scared to do anything so we brought them to a fair” that is such a.............. them thing to do

roy coming back out is just the best lmao

i love how he slowly starts to realise which story moss had told everybody

MOSS LOOKING UP AND DOWN OMG

he shakes him so hard his glasses come off lmao

“you’re used to being social pirhanas” i love how confused she looks afterwards lol

the three of them just................. having separate conversations

again, this is the only time jen utters the catchphrase i believe

THE PICTURES FROM THE FAIR OML

okay sorry deynholm yelling at the computer at the very end is more like me yelling at the alexa at my dad’s sorry

that’s the whole episode!!!! i actually really enjoyed this lmao. i hope you enjoyed as much lol!

[artificialqueens]

Blue Neighborhood Series: COOL (Rock-centric) - Mac

AN: Thanks as always to Meggie! Who is an angel on earth for betaing. I love her to death. And thanks to everyone leaving such amazing comments! It means so much!

Summary: In the aftermath of their night of revenge, Rock struggles to find where she fits in.

Monday morning brought the news: vandalism, several thousand dollars worth of property damage, a ruined reputation, and speculation.

The most obvious suspect, Heidi, had an alibi. The photos Widow had taken were time-stamped and location tagged. There was no trail for anyone to follow.

They had gotten away with it.

That should have made Rock feel better.

It didn’t.

And besides a few more names and faces in the hall, the night didn’t do much for Rock socially. She had thought, maybe foolishly, that some good old fashioned illegal activity might finally be the push she needed to make some friends. As it was, she was still eating her lunch alone in the old prop room above the theatre.

But she had her anime and her videogames and her ability to tune out the world around her.

She propped her phone up and clicked on the next episode of My Hero Academia. It was her third time watching it through, and she knew the episodes by heart now. But the familiarity offered her comfort in an otherwise hectic day.

Rock was so absorbed in the show that she almost missed the crash on the stage below her. Almost.

She clambered up on unsteady feet, heart pumping in her ears as she walked out of the stuffy prop room and onto the platform directly above the stage. She looked down and was shocked to see two familiar faces strolling through the prop trees that made up the set, giggling like children.

“Don’t break that!” Jan scolded, though her words lacked bite.

“I didn’t see it!” Jaida said, crossing her arms defensively.

“You’re so tall you can’t see anything below your knees, huh?” Jan teased. “Well, I guess we can’t all be future D-1 athletes.”

Jaida started to grab at Jan, who narrowly avoided her grasp. The two girls fell into another round of giggles. This time they both ducked their heads away, unable to keep eye contact.

Rock observed them warily, hair prickling on the back of her neck at how familiar this scene seemed. She should go, should leave the two alone, and allow them to get up to whatever they came here for, but something kept her rooted in her spot. Morbid curiosity.

When they settled down and color was high on both of their cheeks, Jan motioned to the audience widely. “Are you gonna shut up and let me do my thing or what?”

Jaida held her hands up in mock surrender, shit-eating grin still etched into her features, as she made her way into the first row of seats, spreading out her long limbs goofily, flopping around in an effort to make Jan smile.

Jan held back, but the joy still shone in her eyes.

She tried to steady herself, inhaling deeply, before beginning to sing.

Rock didn’t recognize the song, but she found that it didn’t really matter, the tone of Jan’s voice conveyed everything she needed to know. The notes drifted up into the rafters, settling high above the singer and melding to the ceiling. The emotion hung in the air. Sadness, self-reflection, loss. It plucked at Rock’s heartstrings more than she cared to admit.

She wasn’t the only one.

Jaida sat in the audience, previous sloppy posture made up now, back ramrod straight, eyes wide.

As the song came to an end, Jan gave a silly bow. Jadia smiled so bright Rock could make it out from where she was standing. The loud clapping echoed in the empty auditorium and Jan giggled as Jaida approached the stage, eyes still wide in amazement.

“I can’t believe you didn’t get the lead.” Jaida shook her head.

Jan sat down on the edge of the stage, her legs hanging off the side. “It just wasn’t meant to be, I guess.” She shrugged.

“Well, you’re amazing.” Jaida grinned. “But I agree,” she paused, “you sound much better on stage than in your backyard.”

Jan laughed, throwing her head back in abject joy, long strawberry blonde hair tumbling down her back and shaking along with her shoulders. Rock hadn’t seen her this happy in what felt like forever. She seemed lighter somehow. Freer.

When the two locked eyes again, something different passed between them, Rock had only a second to process before Jan leaned in to close the distance between her and Jaida.

The kiss lasted only a second before Jan pulled back. She was clearly shocked by her own actions, Rock could tell, because a split second later she was standing up on wobbly legs and running toward the exit of the auditorium.

Jadia was left to stare at the empty space she left.

Rock planned to leave. To exit quiet and daintily and pretend like she saw nothing. God clearly had other plans because as she began to tiptoe back the way she had come, her hand missed the railing, causing her to stumble and cry out before catching herself.

“Fuck!” Jaida yelled in shock, jumping about six feet in the air.

She shielded her eyes as she looked up into the bright stage lights. “Jesus, Rock,” Jaida exhaled. “The fuck are you doing up there?”

Rock blushed head to toe. “Oh, ya know, eating lunch.”

Jaida put her hands on her hips. “So… You saw that, huh?” She motioned to the space where Jan had stood.

Rock nodded hesitantly, unsure of what the correct answer was. Jaida pursed her lips and ran a hand through her dark hair.

“Can we, uh, keep this between us?”

Rock didn’t need prompting. She nodded once, firmly. Jaida offered her a weak smile in return before heading the way in which Jan had run off.

Rock’s head was spinning. She didn’t keep up much with school gossip, finding it confusing at best and defamatory at worst, but you didn’t need to be nosy to know about the infamous red truck photo. The school had gone wild a few weeks back, speculation circling in every social circle. The conclusion had been that Eastview’s ‘it’ girl, Jan, had been getting it on with the varsity basketball captain. Everyone had accepted it as fact, and, not feeling the need to question it, Rock had believed it too.

But based on the scared, and quite frankly, disgusted reaction Jan just had… Rock suddenly felt the need to sit down as realization dawned on her: Jan wasn’t the one in the picture.

And that opened a whole other can of worms.

Rock sighed. She really needed to find a new place to eat lunch.

…

Rock coughed out a cloud of smoke.

She heard murmurs from her companions, some judgmental, others bored. She did her best to ignore them as she raised the contraption to her lips again, and someone leaned over with a lighter.

The weed burned her. Throat and nose alight with a smell that felt like it was filling the space between her brain and her skull. She didn’t cough this time, which she counted as a victory, and she passed the bong to her right.

Widow encouraged her. “That was good! Usually newbies cough for like an hour.”

Rock just nodded, if she opened her mouth to speak she knew she would cough. She held it in, content for now to hold her breath and wait the feeling out. She took the time to admire her new position, even if it was just for the day.

After not so subtly mentioning her social predicament in the group chat, Widow had been among the first to offer her an alternative.

Rock found that she actually used the group chat that was formed after their night of shenanigans a lot more than she thought; every now and then she shared funny videos she found or had a sidebar conversation with Jackie about their statistics class. Some of the other girls used it frequently too, with Crystal and Heidi being the most vocal. The cheerleaders mostly kept to themselves, but would react to conversations with an emoji or two. Even Widow chimed in every now and then with a biting comment or a response to someone’s question.

Rock felt lucky her self-deprecating joke was answered at all, let alone by three separate people.

For now though, she just thanked the stars that she got to spend more time with Widow. After their night of illegal activity, Rock had been itching to learn more about the mysterious older girl. She couldn’t explain it, but she felt drawn to her presence.

Rock tried to relax as Widow’s friends settled into easy conversation.

The outside air was welcome on her heated skin; the fall breeze dancing up and down her legs, feet against the brick of the shed. They were still on school property, which caused a bit of underlying panic in Rock’s gut, but her companions seemed unbothered and had clearly been doing this often enough to not be nervous.

They were far from the school, Rock reasoned, the long-abandoned athletic shed being located just a stone’s throw away from the already distant baseball field. There was virtually no way they would get caught. Still.

The bong made the rounds again and Rock hit it twice more, only coughing a bit on the second exhale.

She didn’t start to feel the effects until a bit later. At first, she couldn’t even tell, her mind already thrumming with nerves, but as her heartbeat slowed in her chest and her thoughts began to calm she felt an unfamiliar wave of weight fall off her. Before long her head felt hazy and light and she was smiling widely, giggling at the blades of grass jumping, dipping, and turning in the wind.

Widow smiled encouragingly at her and said something that Rock didn’t hear. The older girl waited patiently until Rock made eye contact before repeating herself.

“We gotta get back,” she said. “Class starts soon.”

Rock nodded, but it made her head dizzy so she stopped. Widow extended a hand, and Rock took it gratefully, doing her best to appear unfazed by the sudden movement upward. She must have failed because Widow’s eyes suddenly looked concerned.

“You okay, Roxy?” she asked genuinely.

Rock nodded. “Yeah, I just…” She trailed off.

She just what? What? Wat? Water. She needed water.

She let Widow lead her to the school, all the while doing her best to fight the heaviness of her eyes. They made it inside with a few minutes to spare, minutes Rock gratefully took to guzzle water from the fountain.

Widow rubbed her back in slow circles, reminding her to breathe and to take it slow. As the bell chimed above them, Rock felt her stomach flip unpleasantly. The echo of the noise bounced around in her head, and she suddenly didn’t feel so good.

She lied through her teeth when Widow asked her again if she was okay. Rock didn’t want to be a bother. She had already been enough of a burden by smoking Widow and her friend’s good weed and now she was keeping Widow from class. Rock shook her head and did her best to assure her that she would be fine. Widow only left after getting Rock to pinky promise she would text her if anything went wrong.

Rock practically sunk into her seat in her next class. Her head felt light but her eyes felt heavy and the weird combination of sensations was doing a number on her thoughts. As their teacher began to pass out test grades Widow’s words echoed in her head, “don’t freak yourself out or your trip can get real bad.”

Easier said than done.

It felt like a bucket of ice water had been dumped on her head, as Rock saw yet another bright red D on her test.

Fuck.

Her parents were gonna kill her.

Not because they really cared a lot about her grades, but because it meant they’d have to come into the school and have another useless talk with her teachers about her performance.

Rock’s parents were… busy. From the time she could comprehend the word, that’s what her parents had been. Busy with work, busy with social engagements, busy with things that a silly little girl would never understand. Busy. And that had been fine. It meant that Rock didn’t have a bedtime, could order from her favorite pizza place every night, could not do her homework for weeks at a time. But Rock quickly learned that she’d really rather have parents than the freedom to fall into a sugar coma every night.

Her parents were busy. They didn’t have time to cook dinner or clean the house or, well, parent. Rock had taken on that responsibility, helping her little sisters to bed, making sure they got their homework done on time, packing their lunches for them. She did her best, learned to cook, how to drive, and how to head a house, but she still fell short a lot of the time.

Especially when it came to her own needs.

And because she never really had a strong family structure, Rock had become self-sufficient to the point of isolation. Maybe that’s why it was so hard for her to make friends, not that she had much time to dedicate to outside relationships anyway. Still. It would be nice to not have to go it alone all the time.

All of a sudden the room started spinning, as opposed to the calm relaxing way it had been moments ago. This time it was a violent thrashing instead of a gentle rocking, and Rock felt herself gripping her desk in an attempt to slow it down. The people around her started staring, she could hear their whispers without straining her ear.

But what really got to Rock was when the person behind her tapped her lightly on the shoulder. She nearly jumped out of her seat, banging her knee forcefully on the desk instead.

“Woah, sorry!” The guy apologized, but his words felt like they were delayed with his mouth and she could practically feel them hitting her skin, and Rock needed to get out of here now.

She stood up to the best of her abilities and sprinted out into the empty hallway. The whipping motion of her head as she desperately searched for the nearest bathroom only made her dizzier. The nearest women’s restroom was blissfully empty, and Rock wasted no time before dousing her face in water, her makeup be damned. She scrubbed and scrubbed at her skin, the only action that made her feel like her body was her own.

When Rock felt steady enough, she made the brave decision to sit on the grimy bathroom floor near the window unit until she felt better. She pulled her knees to her chest and rested her head against them for an immeasurable amount of time. Girls entered and exited the bathroom, but Rock paid them no mind.

After a while, when the world stopped spinning, and she felt more like herself, she stood up. She glanced down at her phone to see three notifications from Widow.

W: you still feeling ok?

W: you should have lunch with us again

W: everybody really liked having you

Rock declined politely.

…

Lunch with Brita, Gigi, and Jan didn’t go much better.

Gigi had thrown out the offer after Crystal and Widow. It was half-baked at best, Rock knew. She still went, willing to give the whole experience a chance. The night of the revenge plot the cheerleaders hadn’t seemed so bad. Maybe a little stuck up, but ultimately harmless.

Rock quickly found that her assessment had been correct. They were harmless. Harmless and boring.

Jan spent the whole period practically mute, picking at her lunch with a fork. Rock couldn’t help but wonder if Jaida had mentioned her presence that day in the theatre. By the way Jan was refusing to make eye contact with her, not even deigning to smile, Rock was pretty sure it had come up.

Brita was too involved in texting whoever and ignoring the puppy dog eyes from her boyfriend to notice Rock’s appearance. Gigi was sulking, but attempting to make light conversation with Rock.

“So… uh, you going to Homecoming?” Gigi asked.

Rock shook her head. “Nah, gotta babysit my little sisters.”

“Oh.”

It was mostly true. She always had to look after her little sisters. But mainly she wasn’t going because she had no one to go with. And as much as Rock was perfectly fine on her own, she had no desire to be reminded of it for an entire night.

“Well, Jackie and I are going together,” Gigi said. “As friends,” she quickly corrected.

Gigi glanced over at a still quiet Jan, something strange passing behind her eyes and sneaking into her tone. “And we aren’t sure yet if Jan is taking anybody, but she’s riding with us.”

Jan glanced up at her name and offered Gigi a weak smile.

“So if you change your mind and need a ride, we got you.” Gigi smiled. “I mean, we all live next to each other.” Gigi gave a weak laugh at a joke she didn’t make.

This had been a mistake.

Rock didn’t consider herself to be incredibly exciting, but the sheer lack of personality coming from the table made her feel sucked dry of any creativity and will to live. Rock mentally patted herself on the back. She had given it a go with the popular kids, young Rock would be proud to see her sitting with a bunch of cheerleaders. Finally socially important.

She could tell Gigi meant well, and no offense to her, but Rock would literally rather get hit by whatever insufferable party bus the girls had no doubt rented than go to Homecoming with their group.

But Rock just smiled and nodded politely. “Thanks, I’ll keep that in mind.”

…

When she attempted to eat with Crystal, Heidi, Aiden, Jackie, and Nicky things went a little better.

Crystal welcomed her with a warm smile and even walked with her arm in arm to the art room where they ate. She sat on the tabletop and the two went through and traded food like they were in grade school again. Crystal gawked at how good Rock’s fried monkfish and coriander sauce tasted, and Rock hid a blush at the compliment to her cooking.

As Aiden and Heidi filtered in they each gave Rock a smile and a polite wave, before delving into another one of their nonsensical arguments. Rock tried to follow their logic but got lost halfway through and just settled for looking at Crystal with raised eyebrows.

“They always do that.” Crystal rolled her eyes at the two.

Jackie entered a few minutes later and joined in on the argument. Crystal and Rock just sat back and enjoyed the added layer of entertainment.

“Jacks always uses big words that neither of them knows and then they fight about that too,” Crystal whispered, eyes alight with mischief.

Rock giggled at the statement as she saw it play out before her very eyes.

All of a sudden Crystal’s posture changed, her previous relaxed shoulders suddenly upright and attentive. It didn’t take a genius to figure out why.

Rock wasn’t immune to the charms of women, having chosen not to label her sexuality just yet, but knowing a good looking woman when she saw one.

And Nicky was good looking. Her beauty only rivaled by her impeccable fashion sense. It was kind of unfair, really.

Crystal coughed awkwardly as Nicky made her way over to the two.

“Hello, Roxanne,” Nicky greeted as she sat next to her.

The extra beat of silence as Nicky didn’t greet Crystal rang out pointedly.

“How have you been?” Nicky directed her question to Rock, who stumbled out some form of an answer.

“Fine. Good. Fine. I’ve been… good.”

Nicky smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Good.”

After another ten or so minutes of pointed silence, Rock excused herself, the art room suddenly feeling less freeing and more restrictive with the added tension. She let herself out the big metal doors that lead directly from the art room to the outside, let herself breathe in and out once before completely breaking down.

Four years of buildup released itself in gasping breaths and a stream of tears.

She was a senior in high school—a damn senior—and she had no friends, no life, and no plans for the future. She had missed out on football games and sleepovers and trips to the mall and parties and all the things that high school movies drill into you from the time you can talk that make the whole four years worth living.

Rock had missed it all. She had been too exhausted or too bored or too… busy.

Fuck.

She was just like her parents.

And wasn’t that just a kick to her already wounded pride.

Rock heard footsteps approaching the door so she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and plastered on a fake smile for who she assumed to be Crystal.

She was shocked to find Nicky looking at her concerned, a carton of cigarettes half out of her back pocket.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

The two stared at each other for a moment.

“Sorry, did you want to be alone?” Nicky asked genuinely.

“No, no,” Rock shook her head. “It’s totally fine.”

Nicky looked awkwardly at her feet and then awkwardly at the cigarette box in her hand. “You want one?” She offered.

Rock looked at the package doubtfully and shook her head. “Thanks though.”

Nicky nodded and pulled out a bright red lighter, flicking it open and holding the cigarette to her parted lips. Rock watched her, fascinated by the way she effortlessly held the smoke in her lungs, then exhaled just as gracefully.

“So… You are a fan of Death Note?” Nicky asked, blowing out a small cloud of smoke.

Rock looked up at her words.

“You have a Ryuk sticker on your laptop,” Nicky explained. “He is Ryuk here, yes?”

Rock nodded, shock still evident on her features. “Oh, y-yeah,” she stammered out. “It’s one of my favorites.”

Nicky smiled, easy and effortless. “Me too.”

“You…”

Nicky rolled her eyes. “Yes, I like anime. Why is that so hard for people to understand?”

Rock ran a hand nervously at her neck. “Well, you look like that.” She motioned to Nicky’s frankly editorial outfit of a black turtleneck tucked into copper pants, nude platforms, and minimal gold jewelry accentuating her model-like posture.

Nicky quirked an eyebrow up as she exhaled another cloud of smoke. “And you look like that. I do not see a difference.”

“Yeah, okay.” Rock scoffed and rolled her eyes. “You watched anything good recently?”

Nicky didn’t hide the way her eyes lit up, and Rock felt her stomach twist in anticipation.

“Okay, I know it’s taboo,” Nicky worried her lip between her teeth, nervous energy suddenly rolling off her in waves, “but RWBY is really good,” Nicky rushed out.

“You did NOT just say that to me!” Rock exclaimed, doing her best to hide a smile at Nicky’s defensive expression.  “The animation—”

Nicky cut her off, free hand expressively gesturing. “—it’s shit, I know, but it gets better!”

Rock shook her head disapprovingly, barely biting back a laugh at this point.

“And there are lesbians!” Nicky added animatedly. “Well, they aren’t confirmed yet,” she conceded, “but they will be!”

Rock continued to shake her head. “How dare you say you like anime!”

Nicky looked at her hard, but the underlying tone of abject joy still rang out clearly.  “Listen, bitch, I watched all of Attack on Titan and read the manga. I paid my dues, let me enjoy this.”

Rock couldn’t help the raucous laughter that escaped her. Nicky joined her moments later, the two smiling all the while.

“Okay, okay, fine.” Rock held her hands up in surrender.

Nicky smiled widely.

It was a good look on her.

Rock winced as she put out the cigarette with her expensive-looking heel.

When the two made eye contact again, something different swam in Nicky’s cool blue orbs. “Crystal will kill me if she knows I’ve been smoking.”

Rock nodded, a sudden understanding of the situation dawning. “Your secret is safe with me,” she promised.

Nicky offered her a weak smile, before allowing her face to reform into the pristine, confident force of nature she always was. She nodded her head to the art room door and Rock smiled in response.

And Rock allowed the brief thought to cross her mind.

Maybe she hadn’t entirely missed out.

[emisfritish]

Picking a smile onto your face

Pairing : Sarawat / Tine (2gether the series)

Summary : “God, you’re secretly the worst romantic aren’t you ?” Earn teases Sarawat, only for Green to laugh out loud at the words. 

“Secretly ? Come on, there’s nothing secret about it !”

Or- Tine is still down about losing his bracelet and Sarawat isn’t about to let that go without fixing it (Post ep. 11)

Notes : Yes I just wrote this in two hours because of the feelings this episode gave me. But my boy Tine looked SO. DAMN. DOWN. the entire episode and I just needed Sarawat to make him feel better, with a side of Earn exposing him for the true romantic he is. 

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Sarawat is sitting on the bench in the music room, tongue between his teeth and focusing on the threads of leather that he is currently trying to tie together when he hears someone enter the room. He quickly whips towards the door, afraid to see Tine there, but relaxes instantly when he notices that the person who just made their way in is none other than Earn, who waves at him. 

He knows that doing this here is dangerous and that Tine could walk up at any moment, but it’s not like he could do it at home, and he wants to be done with the surprise as soon as possible so it’ll be one less worry in Tine’s head. God knows the boy has had too many of those already recently. 

He nods towards Earn in greeting, before turning back to the task at hand and refocusing his attention on what he was doing before she entered. 

“What’s up Wat ?” she asks him, and he shrugs his shoulders, eyes still riveted on the leather. 

“What are you doing there ?” he asks her absentmindedly, and she sits next to him on the bench, eyeing the leather in his hands curiously. 

“I said I would meet Pear here, she’s coming to meet me and we’re going out to eat,” she explains, and Sarawat whips his head up towards her in shock. 

“Wait, isn’t Pear out with Tine ?” he asks, waiting anxiously for her answer. 

“She is. I guess they’ll be here in about 15 minutes or so,” she responds with a shrug, and Sarawat gulps at the words. 

Shit, he has to speed this up.

“What are you even doing ?” she asks, frowning towards the leather that he’s turned all of his attention back on, wanting to be done by the time Tine gets here.

“I’m making a bracelet,” he explains, not taking his eyes off of it. 

“Okay… Why ?” 

Sarawat shrugs, before he lifts his head up towards her and nods towards the table in front of them. 

“Could you please pass me the pick and the scissors ?” he asks, completely ignoring her question, and Earn frowns more but gets up and retrieves the items for him without protest.

When she hands them, Sarawat thanks her quickly, before taking the pick between two of his fingers and taking the scissors in his other hand, carefully cutting the pick right in the middle to make two even halves. He uses the scissors to pierce two small round holes on each side of the now cut in half pick, and smiles when he sees the result. Not bad, honestly. 

He gets up to put the scissors back on the table, and when he comes back to sit on the bench he sees Earn looking at him, shock and outrage written on her entire face. 

“Why did you do that ?! Who even cuts a pick in half that way ?!” 

Sarawat wants to laugh at her expression, imagining it’s very close to the one he wore the first time he witnessed Tine do the exact same thing. Truly, there was a reason she was one of his best friends. 

“Only special people,” he says with a smile, before focussing back towards the bracelet and weaving the pierced pick onto one of the threads that he had let loose, before tying it carefully with the others. Once done, he nods to himself and repeats the procedure with the other bracelet he’s made and the second half of the newly cut pick.

“Sometimes, you’re really weird. You know that right ?” Earn says, and Sarawat chuckles. He doesn’t even have to lift his head to know that she’s probably staring at him with so much judgement right now. 

“I know,” he says with another shrug, and she punches him on the shoulder lightly.

Sarawat chuckles again, before he takes off his own bracelet and holds his old bracelet and one of the new ones he’s just created in each of his hands, holding them at face level in between hima and Earn.

“What do you think ? Can you tell the difference between the two ?” he asks her, and she moves forward to study them carefully.

“I mean… Not really,” she says, squinting her eyes, and Sarawat smiles proudly at her answer.

Good. He hopes Tine won’t be able to tell either then. 

“I still don’t know what all of this is for though,” she says with a frown, and he sighs, preparing himself for the teasing. 

He moves away to put the scissors and his old bracelet back in his bag, before moving back in front of Earn and giving her his arm, wrist held in front of him.

“Can you tie this up for me please ?” he asks, putting one of the new bracelets in front of her face and she nods before taking it. 

“Sure. Because you know… You removing your bracelet to replace it with one that’s almost identical makes complete sense,” she says with a roll of her eyes, tying the bracelet nonetheless, and Sarawat smiles at her words. 

Her sarcasm was truly one of the things that he appreciated the most about her.

“It’s for Tine,” he finally says to explain once she’s done, and she lifts her head up towards him, question clear in her eyes.

“So you made a bracelet for Tine ?” she asks, and he nods in answer. 

“That doesn’t explain why you had to remove your own bracelet and end up with three almost identical ones…” she says with a frown, and Sarawat opens his mouth to explain his reasoning before he is cut off by Tine, Pear and Green making their way into the music room.

Sarawat instantly puts his hands back down and hides the new bracelet into the palm of his hand, closing his fist around it. 

Pear sends a smile their way before making her way to the back of the room to get her stuff, and Sarawat sees Earn’s face soften immediately. God, his friend is so whipped for her girlfriend. 

Tine and Green instantly beeline for them though, and Sarawat turns towards Tine and smiles at him when he sees the huge smile his boyfriend is sending him.

“Hi, did you have a good time ?” he asks, and Tine nods his head enthusiastically. 

“It was great. Green told us so many embarassing stories about P’Dim, I’ll have to tell you all about them !” Tine says laughing, and Sarawat chuckles at the words. 

He’s always down for stories to embarrass his P’.

“Anyway, are you ready to go home ? I think P’Dim is coming to meet Green here and Pear and Earn have a date,” Tine nods towards Earn, and she lifts one thumb up and nods indicating that he is correct. 

“Yeah. I just have something to give you first,” Sarawat responds, and Tine turns curiously towards him. 

“What is it ?” he frowns lightly and his eyes travel all around Sarawat’s face, probably trying to guess what this is about.

“Here,” Sarawat simply tells him, lifting his hand towards Tine and dropping the bracelet in his palm once Tine raises his hand to meet his by reflex. 

Sarawat is attentively staring at Tine’s face to see his reaction, and he’s not disappointed when his boyfriend’s face lights up immediately and he notices the huge smile that overtakes his face. God, he’s missed that smile. 

“You found it ?” Tine asks incredulously, and Sarawat smiles back towards him and nods in answer. 

“Yeah, I found it while I was unpacking our bags this morning. Looks like it wasn’t lost after all Tua Woon Wai,” he says fondly, and Tine rushes forward and hugs him tight with both arms going around his shoulders. Sarawat in turn puts both of his arms around Tine’s waist and drops a kiss against his neck, before hugging him close. 

“Wait, isn’t that the bracelet you were just…” Earn starts to say, only for Sarawat to cut her off by pulling away from the hug and glaring at her. She is not ruining this for them. Ruining this for Tine. 

“He was just what ?” Tine asks curiously, and Earn who obviously got the message that she shouldn’t say anything just shrugs. 

Tine turns towards Sarawat, and he only smiles reassuringly. 

“That I was just showing her. I was just telling her that I found it when you guys came in,” he justifies, and Tine sends him another one of his megawatt smiles. 

“I can’t believe you found it, you’re the best Wat !” he says enthusiastically, and Sarawat feels fondness grow for his boyfriend. “I’ve got to go and tell Pear that it’s back !”

With those words, Tine moves away from the group and goes to join his friend, excitingly showing her the bracelet and obviously happy when Pear shares his excitement, leaving Earn, Sarawat and Green alone. 

“Okay, are you going to explain why you just lied to your boyfriend and pretended that you didn’t just make this bracelet 10 minutes ago ?” Earn asks, her hands on each of her hips and tilting her head towards him.

Sarawat sighs, before he turns towards the other two in the group and whispers. 

“Look, Tine and I had bracelets like those and Tine lost his during the trip we took with the music club. He was really sad and blaming himself about it, and he’s been taking everything as signs that our relationship is going to implode lately… I just wanted to reassure him and make him happy,” he says sheepishly, and he sees Earn’s face soften at his words, before she shakes her head fondly at him.

“God, you’re secretly the worst romantic aren’t you ?” she teases him, only for Green to laugh out loud at the words. 

“Secretly ? Come on, there’s nothing secret about it !” the other boy teases, and Sarawat glares at him, huffing when it doesn’t do anything to deter Green from exposing him at all. 

“Did you know that P’Dim told me that Sarawat begged for him to let Tine into the music club because he wanted to be close to the boy he’s liked for more than a year ? He also totally rigged the activities we had during the club outing so he could be alone with Tine, and he…” 

Green starts to expand, whispering so Tine and Pear won’t be able to hear them, until Sarawat quickly puts one of his hands over his mouth. 

“Okay, I think that’s enough out of you,” he says with a frown, starting to feel his cheeks growing warmer. 

Earn and Green both laugh, and his friend just shakes her head fondly towards him. 

“Sarawat the romantic, who knew ?” she asks, and Sarawat rolls his eyes, before turning back to look at Tine and Pear who are talking animatedly. 

God, he’s going to be teased forever for this, if Earn’s shit eating grin is anything to go by. And he knows it’s about to get worse when Man and Boss get wind of this. However, when he sees the way Tine laughs freely for the first time in days and the happy smile he sends his way when he turns towards Sarawat to look at him, he knows that every second of teasing will be worth it. 

He’d happily endure it all if it meant keeping that smile on Tine’s face for longer. 

And yes… Maybe that does make him a romantic. But he really doesn’t care when it gets him Tine.

[miserelysia]

“I Watched the Artemis Fowl Movie and It Made Me Very Upset” Liveblog!

So I decided I had to subject myself to this movie despite being Extremely Aware that it’s a massive pile of firey garbage. It was about as painful as expected, so I liveblogged to keep my sanity. Here’s basically what happened in my head while I was watching:

Josh Diggums: I feel so bad for Josh Gad's voice because it's painfully obvious they just didn't want Olaf showing up so they forced him into some terrible Bale-Batman voice that keeps cracking

why is this movie taking itself so seriously

Book Artemis: eternally unathletic dweeb

Movie Artemis: SURFING MASTER

the fuck, Branagh

THIS VOICE IS SO DAMN BAD, JOSH PLEASE STOP TALKING

okay Artemis is appropriately a little shit for EXACTLY ONE SCENE

FUCK OFF WITH FRIDGING THE MOM, BRANAGH

"ur mom's dead and ur dad's gone so ur a little shit" WHAT A GREAT COUNSELOR

fuck's sake

Book Artemis: immediately falls off whatever this hover thing is

COLIN FARRELL. SEXY MAN.

I ALMOST FORGIVE THEM FOR BRINGING HIM BACK EARLY

AND..... KNOWING ABOUT MAGIC

SDJFKSDF

WHATEVER

I WAS PREPARED FOR THIS

this voice is still terrible, Josh. I'm sorry

this kid is a pretty good actor

"all i really want is to believe in you" that was actually well-delivered

"Arty"

<sobbing>

OKAY IT'S NOT ACCORDING TO THE BOOK BUT FUCK ME THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS WELL DONE

i desperately need Butler to show up soon tho

I SPOKE TOO SOON

"DOMOVOI" ??!!?? YOU FUCKS

why

are his eyes

fucking ELECTRIC BLUE

HIS LITERAL FUKDFSUCING NAME IN THE BOOKS IS 'BUTLER' IT'S PART OF BEING AN INSANELY GOOD SECRET AGENT GUARDIAN HE'S NOT AN ACTUFL FUCKING BUTLER AND LITERALLY NO ONE EVER CALLS HIM "THE BUTLER" BUT HIS NAME IS BUTLER BECAUSE HIS REAL NAME IS SECRET HE'S FUCKING SECURITY FUCKING DID YOU READ THIS FUCKING BOOK SERIES AT ALL BRANAGH OR DID YOU JUSTDSJFKLDSHFSD:LFSEFAGH

i'm sorry

Butler is my absolute favorite character of the entire damn series and they fucking

can't even get OOOONNNNNEEEEEEEEE CHARACTER CORRECT

SCREAMS

did they think calling him "Butler" would be weird because they cast a black guy?????

AGAIN WHY WITH THE FUCKING ELECTRIC BLUE CONTACTS THEY'RE SO OBVIOUSLY FAKE IT LOOKS SO BAD. IF YOU MAKE THE DECISION TO CAST AN AFRICAN AMERICAN MAN JUST FUCKING OWN THAT HE HAS DARK EYES DON'T DO THIS

THE "OWL STAR"???? REALLY???? WHY NOT FOWL STAR

WHY

NOT

IT'S JUST SUCH AN ARBITRARY DUMBASS CHANGE IT MAKES NO SENSE

PLEASE DID I JUST MISUNDERSTAND THE REPORTER MAN

DID THE CAPTIONS JUST MISUNDERSTAND HIM?????

NOPE IT'S LITERALLY THE  O W L  S T A R

fuck off

i'm sorry

stuff like that just bothers me a lot

it makes ABSOLUTELY no sense to change it

Fowl Star made sense bECAUSE IT'S OWNED BY ARTEMIS FOWL

artemis has a lot more emotions than i remember him having

i will not forgive them for destroying the Butler/Artemis relationship in favor of a Dad they fucking fridge in the first half hour of the movie

oh boy nursery rhymes as codes

GROUNDBREAKING

i think the fairies would have something to say about you hiding their own shit from them, MISTER SENIOR

it's still a bad voice, Josh, I'm so sorry

okay Haven is pretty nice

"Haven" not "Haven City"

pretty sure

holly being a 13 year old girl is disconcerting

that was mentioned in a review

they're supposed to be Child-Sized not ACTUAL CHILDREN

also "small person = higher pitched voice" is such a stupid trope please stop

i like the Being diversity around the city

like lots of different types of humanoids

josh desperately wants to do the Olaf voice

i'm so sorry Josh

okay aside from the shit voice Diggums is pretty good

lol Cudgeon's already in jail

i

okay then

i know this is Opal Koboi

meh

i hate her in the books so they can fuck her up all they want

judi dench is batman too i guess

how many cigs you smoke judi root

OH BOY HOLLY HAS MISSING DADDY ISSUES TOO

fucking shit

"you're 84" and you look like a fUCKING THIRTEEN YEAR OLD

such bad choices

every time they say "Domovoi" i--

HISDFHSDHFH

JULIET

SHE'S

HIS

FUCKING

NIECE?????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!??????????

SDFJLS:DKF FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK YYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU

FUCK YOU

FUCK

FUCK

FUCK YOU KENNETH BRANAGH

NO

NO

NO

NO

SHE'S

HIS

FUCKING

SISTER

HIS BABY SISTER HE LOVES AND CARES FOR EVEN MORE THAN ARTEMIS AND THAT'S A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT RELATIONSHIP THAN UNCLE AND NIECE

HOW COULD YOU LITERALLY DESTROY EVERYTHING ABOUT BUTLER AND STILL SLEEP AT NIGHT

<vomits into the sun>

eoin colfer i hope you made so much money off of this SHITSTACK

(genuinely tho that's literally the only consolation; now he can write more Good Books)

Juliet is cute but i know about all she does is make sandwiches

so fuck this

judi dench is Good

foaly is Okay

why's he wearing clothes tho

the chutes are a lot more... open than expected

BEECHWOOD SHORT THE TRAITOR

FUCK OFF

WHY IS HOLLY’S CHARACTER DEFINED BY HER FUCKING FATHER

THIS IS SO MUCH WORSE AN OUTCOME THAN I EVEN EXPECTED GIVEN THEY EVISCERATED HER CHARACTER'S DRIVE BY MAKING THE L.E.P. ALREADY HAVE FEMALE OFFICERS AND COMMANDERS

"get out cudgeon before i throw you out" okay they got Root completely right at least

aside from making him a her

but that's okay

because it's Judi Dench

awwwww happy flying scene bUT HOLLY YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE SHIELDED GOt DAMN

“any update?” "yes. i'm freezing" amazing, Butler

i mean dOmOvOi

HOLLY YOU'RE STILL NOT SHIELDED

CGI isn't too bad in this but honestly that's not impressive anymore

awwwww cute wedding scene

troll is about as ugly as possible

LOL JUST FUCKING THROW TIME FREEZE UP LIKE IT'S NOTHING

OKAY

LOL HOLLY GO DEAL WITH THE TROLL DON'T FOCUS ON ONE SMALL CHILD

THAT'S NOT HOW A TIME FREEZE WORKS

I

i mean it's COOL

i love the little Men in Green zipping around

but it doesn't make ANY sense

LOL SO WHY DO THE PEOPLE THINK THE PLACE IS TRASHED

lol gently floating troll

Hollyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy

Judi Root continues to be amazing

ok tbf Opal Koboi would be after the Aculos if it existed

OP MacGuffin plots are so tired tho like really Branagh

i love the wings on her suit

ARTEMIS WHEN DID YOU GET TO THE TREE

holly ur a bad 84-year-old officer

LOL CUDGEON IS RIGHT ON

AND JUDI ROOT CONTINUES TO BE

"Not Happy!" lol wat

who wrote that bit of dialogue and said "yes this a perfectly good thing to have her say when she wakes up in a cage"

"mesmerism"

boy i love these exposition dump convos between Mr. Sr. and Arty

LOL "most human beings are afraid of gluten, how do you think they'd handle goblins" is a great line

out of touch, but still funny

...why does the time freeze take forever to generate now when you did it in TWO SECONDS BEFORE

calm down holly damn

foaly's very pretty

sO DID THEY FREEZE THE *ENTIRE WORLD*????????

I THOUGHT THE POINT WAS TO FREEZE THINGS INSIDE SO YOU HAVE MOONLIGHT LONGER

AND

AND

whatever

i love this fucking ARMY coming out of literally everywhere

"TOP OF THE MORNIN'" OH MY FUCKING GOODNESS

whole movie is worth it

for that line

i love that they're entirely in green

and no one ever Shields

ever

they mentioned Shields once but NO ONE IS SHIELDED

BUTLER WOULD NEVER LET ARTEMIS INTO A FIGHT

SCREAMS

"TAKE THE SHOT"

WHY IS THE TIME FREEZE SO EASILY DESTABILIZED

FOALY

ARE YOU TELLING ME NO ONE HAS EVER SHOT YOUR FUCKING ENORMOUS DEVICE

omg no U GAVE OPAL KOBOI LEGITIMATE REASONS FOR DOING WHAT SHE'S DOING

YOU GAVE HER A SAD FRUSTRATING BACKSTORY

SHE'S SUPPOSED TO BE AN ARROGANT SELF-SERVING BITCH AND NOTHING ELSE

TWENTY SEVEN MINUTES??????

hOW DID ARTEMIS KNOW ABOUT MULCH DIGGUMS SPECIFICALLY

lol that is 100% a completely inhumane prison what the fuck, fairies

why does Holly have human music

well i'm glad we didn't have to watch mulch almost eat a dude's head

"My father was kidnapped."

"My father is dead."

"Can I trust you?"

"You'll have to."

BUT WHY

WHAT IS THIS DIALOGUE

WHAT IS THIS CHARACTER PROGRESSION

THERE's NO REASON TO TRUST HER

OR TO NEED TO TRUST HER

THIS IS COMPLETELY UNEARNED AND STUPID

glad holly's entire character REVOLVES AROUND A MAN NOW, BRANAGH

LOL THEY JUST DIDN'T GIVE ROOT A FIRST NAME???

JUDI ROOT CONFIRMED

"listen to us, grunting at each other like a pair of hippos with a throat infection" LMAO

i hope that was Josh Gad improv

LOL HE JUST FUCKING DESTROYS EVERYTHING IN HIS WAY WHILE TUNNELING

YOU DIDN'T EVEN REALLY TUNNEL IN, MULCH

HOW DID YOU COME OUT OF A PAINTING

DO THEY HAVE PAINTINGS IN A BASEMENT???

WHAT HAPPENED TO THE SHEETROCK OR WHATEVER

IT WOULD HAVE BEEN SO EASY TO JUST

UGH

FOLLOW THE BOOK

COME ON

MULCH YOU ARE THE WORST BURGLAR

"what would your parents be" THEY'D BE CENTAURS MULCH

is... is Mulch on the second floor

HE TUNNELED THROUGH THE WALL ONTO THE SECOND FLOOR

artemis... just.. lets holly out

ok cool

LOL HIS NOSE HAIRS GROW AND MOVE LIKE TENTACLES

stupid and... funny? i guess

at least Cudgeon is the piece of shit he is in the book lol

oh boy troll time

BUTER WOULD NEVER LET MULCH DIGGUMS PICKPOCKET HIM

"jam all magic" OMFG THAT'S NOT POSSIBLE

BUTLER WOULD NEVER LET ARTEMIS FACE DOWN A FUCKING TROLL

LOL THEY JUST FIRE THE TROLL LIKE A BULLET

A TROLL-ET

DOMOVOI YOU ARE COMPLETELY USELESS WHAT THE FUCK

i wonder if kids even like this movie

omg butler couldn't even jump

i

i don't understand

he literally DOESN'T HELP AT ALL

IT'S HIS WHOLE THING

IS BEING ABLE TO KICK ASS

FUCKING COME ON BRANAGH

yeah fuck you branagh

are... are the fairies just DYING TO THE TIME FREEZE COLLAPSE???

"goodbye my friend. i'm sorry i was FUCKING USELESS"

branagh you're trying to activate my feelings with this Sad Death Scene(TM) but i am IMPERVIOUS because artemis has had NO RELATIONSHIP WHATSOEVER WITH THIS """DOMOVOI"""

COOL HE'S BACK NOW I’M SO GLAD ACTUAL FULL ON DEATH HAS ZERO CONSEQUENCES NOW THANKS TO OP FAIRY MAGIC

WHAT GREAT WRITING THIS IS

"i didn't cry did i" FUCK OFF

WHY IS IT SO DANGEROUS WHEN THE TIME FREEZE ENDS

WHY IS YOUR TECH SO SHITTY, FOALY

TIME FREEZES AREN'T SUPPOSED TO BE DANGEROUS TO THE OCCUPANTS

THAT GOES AGAINST ALL OF FAIRY RULES

...okay and then it just ends..........?

Domovoi: "you have to try!"

Artemis: "i can't, tho"

Domovoi: "it's too dangerous!"

WHAT IS THIS DIALOGUE

WHO WROTE THIS ABSOLUTE DRIVEL

"the aculos for my father"

THE L.E.P. DOESN'T EVEN HAVE YOUR FATHER YOU ABSOLUTE DOOF

holly how do u know how to do this

the... the aculos is just the fucking Book?

i feel slapped in the face

she just recites the words and. and.

whatever

whatever

i'm done

GO FIND YOUR DAD WHO'S MAGICALLY BACK

WHY WOULD HE BE IN THE BED ARTEMIS

YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE A GENIUS

this girl who plays Holly cannot act

i'm sorry girl

MAGICALLY BACK DAD

HOORAY HOLLY'S CHARACTER CONTINUES TO BE DEFINED BY HER FATHER

FUCK

YOU

WRITERS

AND BRANAGH

BUTLER WOULD NEVER CRY, DOMOVOI

i like the cool earpiece they gave Judi Root to maybe? disguise her hearing aid?

Haven does look pretty cool

too much water above tho it’s not Atlantis guys come on

"i'm a criminal mastermind" LITERALLY WHEN DID YOU SHOW ANY SORT OF MASTERMIND BEHAVIOR OR CRIMINAL BEHAVIOR

BESIDES BRIEFLY KIDNAPPING HOLLY AND THEN IMMEDIATELY LETTING HER OUT

LMAO THAT LAST SHOT OF JULIET JUST LOOKING EXCITEDLY OUT OF THE WINDOW AT THE HELICOPTER WHILE EVERYONE LEAVES HER BEHIND

WHAT'S THE POINT OF THAT EVEN

THIS POOR GIRL YOU’RE JUST LEAVING HER ALONE

WOW THIS PRISON/INTERROGATION PLACE HAS LIKE

NO SECURITY

HI HOLLY WHY ARE YOU HERE??????

THIS WHOLE ENDING IS JUST THE STUPID CAP ON TOP OF A STUPID SUNDAE

i need to go listen to the books again now

[rxnningfreetoday-a]

A Series of Nice Things bc We Deserve Them

Set in Eliot's 'I got drunk married to a sports superstar wat do' verse, co-starring aftg's Kevin Day but honestly if you’re just looking for some Nice Eliot & Quentin content after that dumpster fire of a finale, i welcome you with open arms;; verse tag is here, the tl;dr is el accidentally marries a Very Famous Sports Guy while drunk in vegas and shenanigans ensue and they fall in love for real. dedicated ofc to @im-possiblelimits ♥

The 'what am I fucking doing for the rest of my life if magic never comes back' fear comes creeping back on him. 

He and Kevin have multiple important conversations. 

Kevin Day gives the best fucking pep talks ever. Eliot walks away from every hard conversation with him wondering how he got so lucky. 

 Eliot becomes a fashion designer 

 And hes fahcking BALLER at it !!!!!!! 

 He collaborates with Margo for a few collections; they become instant classics. 

 Margo models in like every show. 

Eliot watches in Absolute pride. 

Frankly???? El designs all his dresses for her specifically. 

Routinely he either flies Quentin and Margo out to Chicago or goes to New York and crashes on Margo's couch. 

Obviously Margo and Q stay in The Condo, in Eliot's old room which still houses a good portion of his stuff. 

 Once he starts raking in that Goöd designer cash, he gets them both stupid expensive gifts just cause. 

 "Eliot this bikini top is made from Swarovski fucking crystal" 

"Eliot I CAN'T accept this case of Moët" 

 ........"please just let me love you :( " 

Of fuckin COURSE he gets box seats to a T Swift concert & takes Q along. 

"How did you...?" "I'm making her a dress. Oh yeah, we're meeting tomorrow to consult and you're coming with." " .O." 

 This hurts extra good and cozy bc when Eliot moves from NY he makes Q promise him to always text him a singular emoji if he feels Bad(TM). 

Eliot tells him that he doesn't care what time it is or what he has going on or even how bad Q feels, he'll drop just about anything. 

El always texts back asking if hes up for a phone call. Usually he is; cue Eliot gently asking about what he ate last, how much he's slept, if he's taken his meds. 

One time Q's completely despondent and Eliot starts racking his brain on what the next question should be when it just.......comes out of his mouth;; 

I stay out too late. Got nothing in my brain. That's what people say... 

 "...I had no idea you knew that song." 

 Kevin totally hears him but thinks better of ever saying anything about it. 

 Margo however razzes the hell out of him (only lovingly) 

Suddenly its Eliot taking Kevin to events instead of vice versa and everyone loves him 

Eliot does some of his best sketch work at Kevin's practices. 

Just practices tho, games are too high stakes and theres too many people around.  

He always makes jokes at the end of the season about it being the end of the season for him too bc of that. 

Eliot does try very very hard to balance attending exy games & practices and his own shit. 

He's way more willing to go to a game than go to an event alone; he'd so much rather go with Kevin especially as he cuts his drinking back to almost nothing. 

The exceptions tend to be when Margo (and Q) are in town. He's been known to bring them both. 

 Since its years later and his romantic feelings for Q are p much buried he gets a special kind of resentful about the fact that he can't just take Q to an event without it being An Issue(TM). 

Even when it's the 3 of them, rumors fly. Eliot's extra conscious of his body language at that point and hates that he has to be. 

He gets completely mortified one day bc of a hickey-slip that the press asks Kevin about. 

 "We think Q left it, what do you have to say?" 

 Kevin, raising his eyebrows: "No that was definitely me...." 

Eliot, putting his head in his hands: "Ohhhhh my god....." -Can we get back to politics (please?)- 

Q thinks the rumors are kind of funny He gets asked about it and hes just like "you've SEEN Kevin, right? Like......there's no competing with that, El's a lucky guy." 

Really who doesn't think Kevin's hot?????? ofc Q’s not immune

Idk how but through sheer force of will Q and Kevin become friends 

(or at least friendly-ish, which for Kevin? Fucking huge.) 

Like obviously its nowhere near the level of friendship between Eliot and Q but Somethin noice happens there however many years later. 

Q goes thru a bad breakup sometime down the line. Eliot asks Kevin if it's okay to fly him in. 

Kevin patiently tells him that he doesn't need to ask that anymore. 

 Eliot's floored bc hes never actually been with a guy who was so secure????? It gives him a lot of feelings about being trusted and loved and accepted for who he is and how he expresses his affection. 

 Idk all I can think of is it being like Friday night and the 3 of them are on the couch together. 

Q's sad and sleepy, his head on Eliot's lap, barely registering the Buffy episode El put on. Eliot's leaning against Kevin's shoulder, one hand holding his and the other absently playing with Q's hair, snarking lovingly every few minutes about the campiness. 

 Q apologizes to Kevin privately later on because oh god his head was just in his husband's lap and that's Super Weird, sorry.... 

That's probably about the time Kevin decides earnestly that Q's alright.   

Idk how but SOMEHOW Eliot's left with a toddler for a minute and we all cry together in this chili's 

 I decided its Q's, let Q be a dad tbh. He's together with Eliot's makeup artist who was a single father before Q came into their lives. 

 Anyway Eliot’s sketching--like always. He hands over his notebook for color palette planning and a few colored pencils. "You wanna color with me?" 

 Everything's fine until bab starts Screamin.   

 (Gentle voice) "What's wrong?" [Screaming] "You hungry?" [No.] "Are you thirsty?" [No] "Are you tired?" [Soft affirmative noises] "Let's take a little nap then."   

 Eliot just picks bab up with so much care and love in his eyes, holding them gently and off on a mission to find either a guardian or a soft reclining chair. 

Kevin witnesses all of this and is probably pretty sure he's never seen anything more wholesome in his damn life. 

 Kevin's most likely the one who suggests kids  (I'm guessing he's retired) 

Eliot probably would have but he just doesn't even think about it?? And then Kevin says in so many words that he'd be a good father and Eliot just about loses it 

 I can't decide if their kid's definitely a jock or definitely not a jock. Maybe they're a dancer? 

Regardless, they're both endlessly supportive 

 Eliot of fucking Course joins the PTA. 

His gym buddies flip their collective shits. 

 He's really out here advocating for good sex ed & preserving arts in schools bc hes a fuckin hero 

 Also family vacations to Everywhere but especially beachy places!!

[killian-whump]

OUAT 2x22: Rewatch Blog

Hey everybody! Here I am with another rewatch liveblog! This time, I'm rewatching the second half of the S2 finale: "And Straight On 'Til Morning" :)

By the way, the titles of this episode and the one before it are awesome. WAY better than "part 1" and "part 2" or whatever.

Anyway! Let's get on with the show!!!

Aww... Sad Milah portrait time.

Now that we know Killian has art talent, it makes more sense that he drew that portrait of Milah, rather than that she drew it herself.

Aww, Smee. Such a good pal. So supportive.

Oh, Colin. He's doing his best, but you can tell he's still injured when he walks down those stairs. Poor bunny.

Hahaha, you snarky bastard. He’s such a troll.

OMG THIS KID’S NAME IS BAELFIRE EVERYBODY

Oh, look at this peaceful, idyllic scene. Young lad, playing on a playground, an older lady watching him fondly... ARMED WITH A CROSSBOW.

Wow, Gold. Wow. That's cold, man. Stone cold.

Hahahaha, he's spending some time with his grandson, alright. Creepily. From the bushes. And... kinda murderishly, too. You do you, Rumple. Nobody else ever could.

"He wasn't supposed to die." Yeah, about that... Eh, whatever. You'll figure it out later XD

Awww. Now I feel bad for the guy who was gonna murder an 11-year-old in cold blood literally only a minute ago. Dammit, show.

Awww... Poor Colin, still limping. I mean, don't get me wrong, I like how they worked it into the show as remnants from getting hit by a car, but... I feel bad for my cookie T_T

"Who is telling you what to do?" "You know what, that's not your concern." OH MAN, YOU HAVE NO IDEA GREG

"It's not ours, either." Wait. Wat. That's just plain dumb, Greg. You're DUMB, Greg. Duuuuuuumb.

"We have faith in the sacredness of our cause." Thanks, Tamara. You get to be dumb, too.

"Absolutely." Not. Hahaha, I love his face after that. It's so very 'Ohhhh, this is awkward. How do I politely leave this party without offending the host?'

Flash. Bang. 'Nevermind, lads, I'm out of here.' That was the dumbest party ever.

Aww... Regina. Poor bean. Last episode was really hard on her.

A Regal Believer hug <3

Aww... There goes breakfast.

Or what's left of it. Seriously, do you people not clean up after yourselves?

"So we're all gonna die."

Henry “Random Outbursts” Mills strikes again.

HAHAHAHA I love the way Hook saunters in like he fucking just belongs there.

HAHAHAHA I love how David just fucking suckerpunches him right in the fucking face.

HAHAHAHA I love how Dave pulls out his gun and cocks it, like 'you have 5 seconds and I used 4 of them punching your stupid face.'

Oh, Captain Charming. How I love your sordid beginnings :D

"Quite hostile, aren't we?" Gods, you fucking snarky bastard. Why are you so perfect?!

Heeey, Felix.

The Lost Ones. I mean, they're all boys. Nobody's fooling anybody here. You can just go ahead and call them the Lost Boys XD

Mmm. I kinda like Felix threatening him...

Oh, great. The Pawn Shop is infested with dwarves now.

I must say, Josh Dallas looks good with a gun.

YEAH, HIT HIM, BABY. MAKE HIM SORRY FOR HITTING YOU WITH HIS CAR, THAT FUCKING IDIOT.

Guys, I just really hate Greg, okay? T_T

YEAH, GET ON TOP OF HIM, DON'T LET HIM GET AWAY, SHOW THAT PIRATE WHO'S ON TOP.

Guys, I just really love whump, okay? T_T

It's complicated and I’m emotional right now. Just let it go.

Tamara, you dummy. Who just trips and loses their gun? I mean, come on. Seriously.

"I'm not your mate." Ohhhh, Dave. Have I got some exciting news for YOU...

AHHHHHHHHHH T_T

This sceeeeeeeeene T_T

My baby Regina, doing the right thing and being a hero once and for all, for the son she loves so much... T_T

And she's smiling... T_T

"Let me die as Regina."

NOBODY TOUCH MEEEEEE T_T

Awwww... A touching Rumbelle scene... T_T

I’m just... I’m feeling a lot of things here, guys.

That dwarf infestation problem seems to have moved over to Granny's now.

She also seems to have a skulking pirate problem. Just look at it over there, skulking... watching... plotting...

JFC WHAT EVEN IS HIS FACE

How did they even air this face on television during prime time without warnings and disclaimers?! I had three heart attacks and five children whilst making this screencap alone.

"I didn't kill your mother." Ahhh, the pain in his voice T_T This whole speech here T_T

"As sure as if you ripped her heart out yourself." Ouch, Baelfire. I see you got your mother's cutting tongue there.

Awww... My poor pirate baby T_T

THAT FUCKING PIRATE ASSHOLE D:

Awww... He wants him to stay so badly T_T

But he won't stay T_T

AHHHHH the pain on Colin's face for that moment there T_T

Aaaaaaaand it's time to be an asshole again T_T

Aww, the sad version of Hook's theme T_T

Hahaha, they're all gonna die and Snow's like, 'YOU CALLED ME MOM, I'M GONNA CRY'

Meanwhile, everyone else in the audience has been calling Josh Dallas "dad" since sometime last season.

"You may not be strong enough, but maybe WE are." I LOVE THAT LIIIIINE <3

Imagine the director during this scene, though. 'That's great guys! Could we get more vibration? Just... vibrate the shit out of this scene. We need, just, ALL the vibrating you can possibly put into this right now. Like you're riding a jackhammer in an earthquake. That's great! Wonderful!'

Oh, that packed quite a wallop.

Hey, they saved the day!

And it's a Floor orgy. Everybody get down toni- Oh, you're all already down. That's the idea, isn't it. No, no, I get it. I just... nevermind.

HOW DID YOU GUYS LOSE AN 11-YEAR-OLD?

Ugh. These two. Can we kill them yet? Is it time for them to die? No? Not yet? Soon, though... right? Please?

I mean, the dialogue in this scene is literally painful. It’s just so bad. They don’t know what they’re doing or why they’re doing it, they don’t know who they’re working for or what the main point of anything is, they don’t make any sense when they open their mouths... I just really hate these two.

I love Dave’s face when he says they already did that. ‘Yeah, we did that... while you were fucking around on your boat, asshole.’

Awww, Rumple doing the right thing.

I gotta say, I love this energy here - heroes and former maybe still who knows villains working together T_T

I also love the angst on Hook's face when he says "Neverland."

Oh, the things I imagine happened there... :D

GAH, AND THE CLIFFHANGER...

Guys, this is how you DO a season finale. I mean, this is the BEST one in the entire series, in my opinion. It just ties everything up, and makes you EXCITED for the next season! Great episode :D

...and that’s a wrap! PEW PEW PEW PEW <3

[wolfcigs]

Should't i just ask every question thats was on the list , so less failure of courage of people will show :p

hmm not sure wat this means but i think ur asking for all the questions? in that case....here i go!

1. How old are you?

i am 22~

2. Who is the last person you texted?

my roommate!

3. What is the last book you read?

ummm :E haha... perhaps when i re-read the warriors series when i was in the hospital 2 and a half years ago....i dont really read i dont have the attention span

4. What is your favorite food?

buffalo wings

5. What is your relationship status?

married to my anime figures

6. Tell me three things most interesting about you

uhhh 1- i can play the flute 2-im really good at skullgirls 3-i was on the radio once because i’m a furry

7. Are you a cat or dog person?

cat person. im scared of dogs

8. What turns you on?

anime girl tummies

9. Are you introverted or extroverted?

introverted as fuck ... i wish i wasnt 

10. What’s your sexuality?

lesbian

11. Choose one word to describe you

passionate

12. When did you first join tumblr?

EEHHHHH 2012? i was a glee blog

13. What is your favorite tv show?

this is hard cuz i looove tv. Friends is my staple (i fall asleep to it every night). the objectively best show ever is orphan black but i dont watch it anymore because reasons

15. Give me 5 hobbies you enjoy

drawing, taking walks, making playlists, rabbitting with friends, listening to music

16. Weirdest thing about you

i shower in the dark (not the weirdest thing but if u think im gonna disclose my weird shit ur wrong!!)

17. Tell me one secret

i secretly want to get married and have a kid but i never talk about it because it’s unrealistic and i never wanted that until recently. which is a weird feeling, it feels like i’m growing up and its kind of scary.

18. Favorite dessert?

CHEESECAKE

19. Sign?

taurus~

20. What is your hair and eye color?

hair is blonde, eyes are green-blue~

21. Pet peeve?

hypocrites and people whose views are performative and dont actually align with what they think, they just wanna look good online

22. If you could dye your hair any color right now, what would it be?

dark blue almost black. i’m probably gonna dye it black soon.

23. Pants or skirt?

pants

24. What pets do you have?

2 cats named romulus and bunkus!

25. Put your songs on shuffle, and tell me the first song that plays

yozora wa nandemo shitteru no? by cyaron

27. Biggest fear?

a physical fear: dogs. an emotional/psychological fear: being abandoned

28. Would you rather go back in time, or into the future?

NEITHER!!!!! i hate time travel. well...maybe if i had no consequences i would go back to the aqours concert and experience it again!

29. Lucky number?

well...its kind of an unlucky number but it’s 737. my brother and i have been relentlessly followed by that number our entire lives, we see it everywhere and it was also the time he was born!! we don’t know what to make of it so i usually just say its unlucky.

30. Gender?

female

31. If you could live in an alternate reality, which one would it be and why?

alternate reality where me and my friends are magical anime girls and also idols and we fight bad guys 

32. Favorite genre of music?

alternative rock i guess??? over all.. but my favorite band is a math rock band (the paper chase), and then of course aqours who are idol music

33. Dream job?

what i’m doing right now, except with better business haha

34. Celebrity crush?

here are the two women who i am extremely attracted to

inami anju because i think she’s hot

suwa nanaka because i think she’s CUTE!!!

35. Craziest situation you’ve ever been in?

MMMM probably when i got bucked off a horse and trampled

36. Most annoying thing you’ve ever had to deal with?

being at an airport for 10 hours all night long to wait for a 45 minute flight that i missed.

37. Who is the first person you’ve ever kissed? What was the situation?

lol...........................................it was this girl in middle school and we did it for truth or dare

38. Give me the first ten books on your book shelve

HAHAHAHAHHAA NO. i have 3 books on my shelf, the art of asking by amanda palmer, love live sunshine art book, and the panty and stocking manga.

39. Grab a random book and give me the first sentence

““WHO’S GOT A TAMPON? I JUST GOT MY PERIOD” I will announce loudly to nobody in particular in a women’s bathroom in a San Francisco restaurant, or to a co-ed dressing room of a music festival in Prague, or to the unsuspecting gatherers in a kitchen in Sydney, Munich, of Cincinatti.” from amanda palmer’s book lul

40.Favorite ice cream flavor?

mint chocolate chip :3

41. Favorite line from a movie?

”good luck exploring the infinite abyss” “you too” from garden state. that movie means a lot to me

42. What would you do if you win the lottery?

buy a house for me and my friends! and put the rest in savings

45. Tell me about the last dream you can remember

LAST NIGHT  i dreamt i was at an aqours concert and since it was ainya’s birthday yesterday we organized another aqourainbow type thing and it turned out really good and she cried a lot. it was sweet

46. Tell me about your best friend

god where do i even begin. we first met the beginning of 2016 when i started getting cute anons about wanting to be my friend and finally i convinced her to come off anon. we’re literally the exact same person, it’s kind of scary actually how literally our souls are the exact same. it was absolutely fate for us to meet and we’ve been together in every universe ever. i love her so much i love her more than anything else in the world and i can’t believe i ever lived without her physically in this lifetime . she is intelligent and funny and talking to her is the best part of my day. i look forward to spending the rest of our lives together!!

47. Dream role?

dunno what this is!

48. What do you do on a rainy day?

work..

49. What was the last thing you watched on Netflix?

friends!

50. What’s your guilty pleasure?

i don’t believe in guilty pleasures!!!

haha thank you so much this was fun ^^

[justjen523]

The Gods Children Series

Prologue 

(Series Rating M)

Let us begin the journey of welcoming a brand new generation of gods. 

     It was a cool and brisk evening late in the Fall when the moment they had all been fearing finally came to pass. Gathered on the mansion’s rooftop under the vast array of stars brought her the greatest comfort as it had always had. Twelve forlorn faces gazed down at her frail form held protectively and comfortably in place by Leon’s strong arms. There was no sadness in her eyes as she slowly looked upon each face that had contributed to a lifetime full of precious memories. 

     “Such sad faces tonight. Come now, where are the smiles I have come to cherish so deeply?” Her strained smile brought tears to the eyes of gods, not a feat so easily accomplished even by other divine beings. Yet this one tiny, frail little old woman had won the hearts of all of them. 

     “Foolish. Even now you still think only of us and not yourself.” She laughed as best as she could at the comment, her eyes wrinkling further at the corners as she stared at all of them with everlasting affection. 

     “We all knew this day had to come and now that it has I can tell all of you in perfect honesty that I have no regrets. Not one.” Leon’s big hand held hers tenderly and lightly closed around her frailness a little tighter upon hearing her confession. 

     “Well, maybe one. I wish I could have spared all of your hearts the pain of having to say goodbye to me.” Her form was visibly growing weaker before their eyes turning a dull ache into a bittersweet desperation. 

     “Typical goldfish.” Leon cradled her fading life force against his warm chest bringing her some comfort against the cool night air. 

     “It is time. Please never….never forget that I have and will always love each and every one of you. Forever.” Her voice sounded raspy and strained. She looked upon their faces one last time and smiled that same smile she always had. “My….friends from the stars. My Ikky. Teo. Dui. Aigo. Lou. Partheno. Krioff. Karno. Scorpio. Zyglavis. Hue. Leon.” The eleven other gods knelt around her and all layed a hand upon her so she could feel the warmth from every single one of them as she forever left this world. Her eyes slowly closed and a faint smile appeared on her lips.

     “L-Leon?” Her voice barely audible now called out softly.

     “I’m here goldfish.”

     “W-Will you g-g-grant m-me…one….last….”

     “Anything your heart desires.” Eyes still closed her smile widens.

     “M-Make s-something t-t-truly….wonderful….c-come…from…m-my….” 

     “………..”

     “Goldfish?” He already knew. He simply tightened his hold around her frail and lifeless body. All twelve gods were shedding tears for the one simple human life that forever left this world and them behind.

     “My Precious Children. It is a sad day indeed to lose our beloved former goddess. I cannot pretend not to know what comes next for her as though she was indeed born human her soul remains that of a goddess. Her precious soul however shall not return to the Heaven’s nor shall it be reborn.”

     “Why the hell not?! Don’t gimme any of yer entertainment crap either!”

     “Scorpio! Control yourself you are speaking to the King!”

     “You seriously okay with him pulln any of his typical shit when it comes to that stupid woman Zig?!” 

         “I cannot allow her to be reborn simply because that was her wish.”

     “Pffft, even you wouldn’t go that low just for a good laugh trickster.” Leon looked less than amused. Despite the King’s usual antics Leon knew better. The King would never play with a souls existence simply for entertainment.

     “You are correct. Her last wish to you was to make her death into something wonderful for all of you. A soul so pure and selfless made a wish so strong that it reached even me.”

     The gods were all stunned into silence. That had rarely ever happened and even then it had never been a wish made by a mere human.

     “For this reason I myself shall grant her last wish and give you all the gift she so greatly desired for each and every one of you deep within her heart. A truly “something wonderful” to honor the memory of a mere human that moved the hearts of gods. Rise and bear witness to a divine miracle my children.”

     The twelve gods rose to their feet, Leon still holding her in his arms. Her body began to glow a brilliant white light before disappearing only to reveal something that resembled a star shinning so brightly it was nearly blinding even to the gods. As they squinted, desperate to see what would come of her pure soul, they found themselves awestruck as the star shaped light began to split and multiply. When finished, thirteen smaller but equally bright and equally beautiful stars took it’s place. 

     “Behold, her final gift to all of you my sons. Nothing could ever be more precious.”

     A radiant light far brighter than any of them could withstand surrounded them and filled them with indescribable warmth. When the light finally faded away and the King and former goddess were gone, the twelve gods held in their arms the gifts she had given her soul for. 

     “W-W-WHAT?!”

     “Woah, is this for reeeeal?!”

     “Hey how come Dui has two?!” Thirteen babies were now nestled in their fathers arms leaving the new parents mostly speechless with the exception of the usual few. “

     “Her gifts were….babies?” Teorus still holding the squirming new little life peered down at a face that looked unmistakably like his. Glancing around it seemed the same held true for the others as well. 

     “Not just babies. It would seem her soul was divided and reshaped to create these new lives designed specifically for each of us.” Hue stared down at the content creature staring back at him with all too familiar eyes. 

     “Awww….nooooo fair! Seriously why does Dui get two?!” 

     “Geeze Ikky, quit it already this isn’t a pet or something! Plus look how stressed he looks! Cut him some slack already.” 

     “Hey, why does everyone have different colored blankets?” Krioff noticing the difference points it out suspiciously. Upon looking closer Zyglavis turns a bright shade of pink before answering matter-of-factly.

     “It would appear the color of the blanket indicates the sex of the child.” All of their eyes go wide immediately taking stock of their own situation.

     “Sweeeeeet! I have a son! Do you KNOW what this means Teo?! I sooooo have a partner in crime! We are gonna be UNSTOPPABLE!”

     “Ichthys you will do nothing of the sort. I forbid it. Do not underestimate me as I will confiscate said child should you fail to properly care for it.”

     “Geeeze Zig, relaaaaaax! You make it sound like I’m not going to be a good dad! Besides, what do yoooou have there?” Almost as if shielding her protectively his embrace swallows her from view. 

     “Pffft, what’s the matter ponytail? Afraid your problem child’s kid might shack up with yours at some point?” Leon snickered as the Minister of Punishments blushed profusely staring incredulously at Ichthys playing with his little one. 

     “As if I would ever allow such a thing! Besides, what about you Arrogant Lion? I wonder what everyone will think about the daughter of the Department of Wishes. If she’s anything like her Father the number of suitors lining up for her attention will be endless.” Leon’s face instantly turns sour at the thought. Meanwhile the others are all handling their new situations differently.

     “Heh! It seems this little fella inherited his father’s good looks.” Tauxolouve smiled slyly at the absurdly gorgeous baby in his arms. 

     “How bout you Aigo?” Aigonorous looks up sleepily.

     “She’s so soft and comfy.”

     “Pffft, she’s not a pillow Aigo.”

     “I know that, but look, even she knows how great sleep is.” 

     “Hey Partheno, you haven’t said much. Everything okay?” When the god of Virgo looks up his eyes are heavy with tears.

     “She saved me. I wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for her, and now she gifted me this tiny precious miracle. I….I’m not sure I’m even worthy of such a gift.”

     “Partheno. If there was ever someone worthy it’s you man.” Lou rested his free hand on Partheno’s shoulder, the two of them sharing a silence as they remembered their departed former goddess. 

     In their own little worlds Krioff and Karno soothed and rocked the girls that would become the most precious women in their lives making for a beautiful scene. After lulling his precious baby girl to sleep Zyglavis approached an unusually silent Scorpio looking bewildered and in shock as he stared at his son’s smiling cherubic face. 

     “Hey bud, everything okay?” A few moments passed before he finally answered.

     “It’s too soon for this shit.” His voice was harsh and riddled with anger but his expression showed nothing but loss and pain.

     “I ain’t got any business raising some brat.”

     “Scorpio.” Zyglavis’ voice wasn’t chastising or severe as his brow furrowed at the evident discomfort on his Vice Minister’s face. 

     “I mean it Zig. This kid….deserves a real father. Someone who knows ‘the fuck what to do. I ain’t cut out for this shit.”

     “That is not true in the slightest.”

     “I don’t need anyone else fuckn’ up my heart. It was hard enough watchn’ her…..Tch. I….I didn’t even like that stupid woman.” Upon hearing that Zyglavis couldn’t hide his smile and took the opportunity to sit down next to Scorpio. 

     “That’s the biggest load of horseshit I have ever heard come out of your mouth.” Not used to hearing such things from his boss Scorpio’s head snaps up to see the god of Libra smiling at him warmly. His cheeks turn slightly pink a moment as he scowls further trying to cover up his embarrassment.

     “Err…you know wat I mean.” Zyglavis leans in and speaks quietly enough so only the two can hear.

     “You loved her. Probably more so than anyone else here because she saw who you were truly meant to be. Something you don’t show to anyone except the few you trust wholeheartedly.”

     “Yeah? The fuck good it did me. We all lost her in the end anyway.”

     “Not true.” Scorpio’s head snaps back up staring at his boss incredulously.

     “Look at the perfect tiny little life in your hands. He is a piece of her and was her final wish for your happiness. He was a gift born from the love she carried in her heart for you. Do not diminish her memory with such self deprivation. You forget who it is that you are speaking to.” Though he sounds severe his face shows nothing but gentle kindness as he comforts his mourning friend.

     “I don’t know the first thing bout raisn’ some kid.”

     “Pffft, and you think that I do?” Caught off guard by his statement Scorpio stares at Zyglavis a moment before the two burst into laughter.

     “It does not matter what we do or do not know as we will learn like any parent when raising a child and we can do so leaning on each other. Okay?” 

     “Zig.” The two share a smile further strengthening their bond as friends.

     “S’up with Dui? Poor kid looks lost.”

     “I must admit I have never seen him in such a state. I am not sure what the King or former goddess were thinking when they gifted Dui twins.”

     “Yeah, and not just any twins either. Fuckn’ girls. You know how creepy that shit is? I heard the stories, they like read each others minds or whatever.”

     “Shh, don’t let him hear you say such nonsense.”

     “Nonsense? You DO realize these are Dui’s kids right?”

     “Pffft, seems you’re back to your old self already. I should probably speak with him, excuse me.” After excusing himself he approached an exasperated looking Dui holding two tiny baby girls, one in each arm.

     “Dui, are you alright? You have not spoken a word.” Finally seeming to snap out of it he looks up to find Zyglavis staring at him with concern.

     “I-I’m okay. I think. I AM happy about having these two beautiful little girls but, at the same time…”

     “You are not alone Dui. We all miss her terribly. As I also told Scorpio, view them as an extension of her. They were crafted for you from her very soul with the intention and desire to bring you eternal happiness.”

     “You’re right. I didn’t even think of it that way to be honest. I was so caught up in watching her life….end, everything else just kinda felt like it wasn’t real you know?”

     “I do. Fear not, we are all in the same boat for better or worse. Besides, it would appear it is time to introduce the Heaven’s to the new generation born of a miracle here tonight.” 

-TBC-

[leaves-of-three]

Day Eleven || So Impressed

Connor Murphy x Reader

Word Count: 2674

Summary: Enlisting the help of Connor to cheat on homework. [This is part of an in progress series. You can follow along here.]

Author Note: Nothing will ever top the build up to that Connor kiss last time. Everything will be downhill from there. I suck at life I’m sorry I’m trying my best. Writing is hard sometimes tho. It’s 5 am why am I awake. Help me. 

When you were just six years old, you were adamant on becoming a veterinarian. You performed countless surgeries on your stuffed animals with the plastic doctor’s kit you had received for Christmas. It wasn’t until you realized that actual surgeries would be done on living animals and involve real blood that you allowed that dream fade away. When you were twelve, you were certain you were going to become a paleontologist. You had dug a moderately sized hole in your backyard searching for fossils. Then your dad let you watch Jurassic Park for the first time and the thought of finding dinosaurs suddenly became a terrifying profession. At sixteen, you dreamed of traveling the world and visiting far off lands. You bought travel books at your local book store with your babysitting money and made detailed plans in your journal on the places you’d visit. Then you began calculating the costs of such elaborate trips and, as the money grew, your dreams sank. 

At seventeen and your start of senior year, all you wanted was to disappear. You had no dreams. You had no hopes or plans for the future. You just wanted to be erased from history. But like life had been teaching you all along, those things were bound to change eventually. Last night they had. Life gave you Connor and you no longer wanted to disappear. Quite the opposite, in fact. You wanted to be seen. By him. You were one hundred percent lusting over that mysterious boy. In your typical fashion, when you started to fall for the idea of something or someone, you fell hard. There was no holding you back. You gave them everything. It had been a curse in the past and cause for some serious heartbreaks. 

This time you wanted to play it safe. You’d been hurt too much. You had trusted too many of the wrong people. Recent events had broken you down to nothing. As much as you wanted give Connor your heart on a silver platter, you knew you had to resist. Your heart had been butchered over the summer. You were still in the process of trying to sew it back together but there were so many pieces and you were getting so tired. Even if you wanted to, you knew you couldn’t give Connor half of what he deserved. It didn’t stop you from day dreaming though. Living out fantasies inside your head was harmless enough. You could trick yourself into being happy. 

You sat at your desk, staring out your bedroom window, with your laptop opened in front of you. Connor kept dancing through your thoughts. You were supposed to be working on an English paper about 1984 by George Orwell. You had forgotten to keep up with the reading and were going off Spark Notes to get the paper done. You bet Connor had read this book before. He’d probably already gone through all the classics they made you read for school. You smiled dreamily to yourself at the thought. Maybe you should text him to see... 

Y/N: Today 1:22 pm: Have you read George Orwell’s 1984? 

You placed your phone down beside you and waited for a reply. When it didn’t come as fast as you hoped, you forced yourself to turn back to your laptop. The open word document was still blank apart from your name written in the corner. This paper needed to be five pages and you were struggling to even get out a single sentence. You yawned. How was it possible that you were still tired after getting a full 9 nine hours of sleep last night? It had been one of the best sleeps you had gotten this week too. For once, you had gone to bed with a smile instead of tears. 

You lazily smiled now as you remembered the events of yesterday. You could still feel Connor’s hands tangled and gripping onto your hair, his mouth zealously attacking yours, the way he had pulled you so close him like he had been waiting so long for this moment to happen. You had never felt such passion in a single kiss before. Your stomach fluttered with excitement as you remembered and you felt yourself blushing alone in your room. It had been perfect. 

Your phone vibrated over the wooden surface of your desk. Your eyes shot open at the sound.

Connor: Today 1:54 pm: ya it’s one of my favs y? 

Y/N: Today 1:54 pm: I’ve got to write a report on it and I forgot to finish the reading. I was wondering if I could steal your thoughts on the book and pass them off as my own ;)

Connor: Today 1:55 pm: wats it bout 

Y/N: Today 1:57 pm: Analyze the Party's level of power over its citizens, specifically through the lens of psychological manipulation. Name the tools the Party uses to maintain this control and discuss their effectiveness.

Connor: Today 1:58 pm: lol face time me i’ll help u out

Your heart started to race. Facetime? Shit. You leaped out of your chair. You hadn’t showered today, you had on no makeup, you face was breaking out, and you had been living in your pajamas all afternoon. This was not a cute look. Connor may have seen you go through some shit but the stakes were higher now. Before you had been in the friend zone...now you needed to step up your game. You wanted to impress him with how naturally casual and beautiful you looked lounging around by yourself on a Saturday afternoon. That involved makeup, better lighting, and a lot of exaggerating the truth. 

Y/N: Today 2:00 pm: K one sec 

You grabbed a bottle of dry shampoo off your dresser and sprayed it into your hair before pulling it up into a cute, high ponytail. Then you rushed to throw some foundation and concealer onto your face to cover any breakouts. You were used to rushing through your make up on days you slept through your alarm for school anyway. All those late mornings had been practice for this. A little lip gloss, a hint of mascara, and a change into a fresh t-shirt set the look. You kept your pajama bottoms on. The camera wouldn’t reach that far down. Then you opened your curtain a bit higher to let in more natural light and sat back down at your desk. You propped your phone up against a box of tissues and checked your appearance through the camera. Yup...natural and casual. You totally woke up like this. You adjusted a few loose strands of hair that had fallen from the ponytail in your rush then clicked on Connor’s name. 

It rang three times before he picked up. 

While you had worked to center yourself a good distance from the camera to make yourself look better, his entire face took up the screen. He was obviously holding the phone as it had trouble focusing in his shaky hand. A smile grew on your face when you saw him, “Hey, what’s up? Are you ready to become my personal Spark Notes?”

From what you could tell, he was lying on his back on a bed. An off white pillow was under his head and his hair was fanned out over it. He brought the hand not holding the phone to his lips. Between his fingers was a half smoked joint. He took a long drag, held it in his lungs for a second, then let the smoke billow out through his chapped, swollen lips. “I’m better than any Spark Notes. Trust me,” his voice was relaxed and his eyes were bloodshot. “I remember everything,” he paused. “Except the question. What was the question? ...What are we doing? Do you want to come over?” 

Okay, so he was clearly high. You shook your head, “No I don’t want to come over. I have to write this paper. You said you’d help. Do you want me to read the essay topic again?” 

His face was looking worse than it had yesterday. When you saw him at at the lake, his bruises were still red and puffy. They had been fresh. After sitting and stewing on his skin over night, they had now turned an awful dark blue and purple color. Underneath his right eye and over his cheek bone were swollen, the side of his bottom lip was twice its usual size, and the skin along his jaw had been scraped off into a red mess like someone had dragged his face over pavement. It looked horribly painful and it made your stomach squirm to look at him too closely. You couldn’t blame him for wanting to get high. It probably helped the aching pain he must feel. 

You had been right. Connor had gone after Justin the morning he left your house. When you finally entangled yourself from the kiss, the two of you had sat side by side on the swings. He watched the water while you watched him. The sound of the creaking, rusted swing chains rocking back and forth accompanied his timid voice as he told you about what had transpired. Connor had found Justin in the school parking lot. He claimed he hadn’t been actively searching for him but that something had just drawn him straight there. Connor wasn’t a fighter but he had been angry. Anger can drive people to do things they never imagined. He told you he hadn’t even said a single word to him. He just walked up and started punching him. It didn’t take long for Justin and his friends to pull Connor off and finish the fight. Three against one didn’t leave good odds for Connor’s poor face. He had turned to you and smiled at you then. Through the pain the movement had obviously caused him, he still smiled at you. He told you that it was worth it. That he would have done it again in a heartbeat but that he was sorry he had left you so suddenly. He felt bad for running off. He said that you had deserved better, after what you had gone through, that he shouldn’t of let his anger get the better of him. That was when you had pushed your swing closer and kissed him again. It was a salty, wet kiss. You had been crying while listening to his story. No one had ever put themselves in harms way for you. You thanked him with the kiss. You never wanted to forget the feeling of his lips against yours. 

But then that was it. Eventually you went back home. Connor was still sitting on the swings when you left. You don’t know how long he stayed there for. You never discussed what would come next. You had both been too drained to think that far. You had no idea what the next step was after a day like yesterday. Apparently to you, it was to open your school work and attempt to catch up. To Connor, it was apparently to lay in bed and get high. So far it seemed to be working well for both of you. 

“Y/N?” His voice floated through your thoughts. 

You blinked and focused back on the screen, “Huh? What? Sorry...”

He smiled but then winced, “My face feels like I got hit by a fucking train. You were using me to cheat on your homework. Remember?”

You gave him an emphatic look but then a playful smile, “Sorry I got distracted at how gross you look.” He snorted a laugh. “What did you parents have to say when they saw you? Did they freak out?”

Connor shook his head. “Nah they haven’t seen me yet. I got home late. I stayed at the lake for a while and I’ve been in my room since. Usually if they smell pot, they stay away and leave me alone. Third joint since I woke up,” he held it up to the camera as if to prove a point. “Cheers,” Then he placed it back between his bruised lips. “Now give me the question again. Come on, I want to show off how fucking smart I am. You’ll be so impressed.”

You giggled and read the question off the paper to him, “Analyze the Party's level of power over its citizens, specifically through the lens of psychological manipulation. Name the tools the Party uses to maintain this control and discuss their effectiveness.” You looked back up. “See that all sounds like gibberish to me because I literally only read the first chapter.” 

“You’re missing out. It’s a damn good novel. George Orwell was on some next level shit.” He groaned dramatically as he rolled off his bed. You watched him wonder over to something, you assumed his bookcase, and scan around for the book. You caught little glimpses of his bedroom behind him whenever he moved out of frame. You wondered if you’d ever get to see it in person some day. 

He waved the book at you when he found it and jumped back onto this bed. He flipped through a few pages until he found what he was searching for. “Alright, you’re gonna want to start out with the book’s slogan phrases which is ‘War is Peace. Freedom is Slavery. Ignorance is Strength.’” He glanced back at his phone and raised his eyebrows expectantly when he looked at you. “Well? I don’t hear you typing. Keep up, kid. We gotta a lot of work to do. Professor Murphy doesn’t have all day.”

You jumped to attention and began to type out the things he was saying, taking his thoughts and translating them into more elegantly written sentences. He described the ideas and meaning of “doublethink” to you, he talked about “telescreens” and the “thought police” keeping watch over everyone’s thoughts 24/7, how children were called “junior spies” and brainwashed to spy on their own parents for unorthodox thoughts or practices, and how it all leads up to the climax of the book which was Room 101 and the horrors that take place inside as a way for The Party to induce psychological fear into their citizens for total control over them. He would stop to smoke between each point and flip through the pages of his book to find you good quotes to back up each statement. 

After a solid two hours, you had finally reached the full five pages needed. It was definitely one of the better essays you had ever written. Hearing Connor speak so passionately about the novel made you want to actually sit down and read it now. It sounded fascinating but maybe that was because it all coming from him. Without a doubt, if he had read it to you, it would have instantly became your new favorite book. You finished off the paper. He made you read the entire thing back to him to make sure it all made sense. When you finished, he nodded contently, “We make a good team. I sputter off a bunch of high nonsense and you spin it into gold. If we don’t get an A on this I’m dropping out.” 

You saved the paper and closed out of the word document. You picked up your phone, standing up to stretch, then rolled onto your bed. You laid on your side and propped the phone up against a pillow so the camera was still pointed at you. Connor watched and then did the same. You smiled softly. It was like you were both laying in bed together. “Thank you. I would have probably failed if you didn’t help me out,” you said. 

He half heartily shrugged, “You can make it up to me by letting me take you out to dinner tonight?” 

Your stomach exploded with butterflies at the thought but you kept your face neutral, “Only if it’s at Burger King. I won’t accept anything less than the finest establishments.”

That got a laugh out of him, “Deal. Pick you up at 7?”