#this whole sequence had me cackling lmao

[dramagifs]

Joy of Life 2 | 2024

[notallwonder]

good news. I finally fell asleep waiting for the ep to drop. and then I woke up again! so now imma do this.

Spoilers, etc. for CME 17x06. 🥰

I watched this episode at 4am. But it's 11:30 am now and I've already seen it two more times. 🥳

- oh I don't like this. Dream sequence for sure, right. Luke! No no no no

- EMILY. oh you motherfuckers. oh my god. wow even when they killed her the first time they didn't make me watch her die like THIS. FUCK ME. Erica Messer I will never forgive you!!! 😈

- (wish I could retire the small part of my brain that resents that this scene happens in service of Rossi's pain.)

- Haunting lil echo over the title card. 😈

- Rossi losing it does make a great case for promoting someone else as (acting) UC........like JJ. C'mon now.

- oh look!!! JJ and GARCIA. I know they had a couple scenes (one?) in s16 but it always warms my heart to have them together. Just like ye olden times. Kind of. The vibe is off? Maybe the way it's shot? They're not even looking at each other much? I am nitpicking now.

- "you're an angel of helping" - truer words about Jennifer Jareau etc etc. she is an angel.

- "put on your awkward pants." I giggled! the delivery

- "I do talk about it...with Emily." 😭

- (but also dude, retire and go hang out with your grandson for fucks sake. let yourself heal)

- UH oh here we are. omg. Look, I have not put on the clown shoes bc I know better. But I am excited they have a scene, together. CHEETOS (cheese puffs) CAMEO. what is going on

- "you see that movie...idiot city...wait...idiot city?" oh I'm cackling already LMAO. Yeah. I enjoyed that.

- and now we are low-key setting up Luke & Teresa? "I have a thing for army guys" okay miss ma'am 👀

- Rossi, buddy. You don't have time to NOT do therapy. I wonder if this is where Mrs Ex Gideon comes in? Is she gonna be the trauma counselor? Hm.

- @ Luke's face when Garcia pairs them off to go thru Tyler's history to figure out who's been stalking Teresa: I can just hear the tiny voice yelling in his brain "put on your awkward pants!"

- I'm digging this whole thing with JJ & Emily. We finally get a sort of glimpse at the fabled girls nights. But I'm struggling with the logic a bit here. Emily being pushed to her limit, "crossing a line she's never crossed before" with Voit. Apparently ready to give up in some way. Reminiscent of that scene when Barnes puts her on leave and all of a sudden she's packing her apartment. I guess the discomfort of that, for me, is that seems like a core distinction between pre-Doyle-exile Emily and later seasons defanged Emily. I always struggled to reconcile these two Emilies. Also - nitpicking - Emily "Vonnegut enthusiast" (Elizabeth) Prentiss has never bothered to read Catcher in the Rye? hm. It's been One Million Years since I read Catcher but I imagine it could have resonated with Emily a bit vis-a-vis Matthew.

- maybe the common thread is that Emily leaves. When things get hairy, emotionally or otherwise, Emily dips. Is that the thru line? It is, according to several brilliant fic writers. And it does make sense, in terms of her upbringing/formative years. It made sense after Doyle that she needed a new context. I guess any reminder of s12-15 Prentiss just gives me the willies?

- LMAO fuck of course the cheese puffs were not just an Easter egg.

- not JJ getting "why are the walls closing in" high, cut to Dave getting PTSD halluci-squished in the elevator. 🤣 They just keep torturing that old man

- every time we cut to the "Stoneward Penitentiary" exterior my brain only sees "Squidward Penitentiary" lol

- OH SHIT. THAT'S where she comes in!!!! Jill Gideon started Gold Star???!!! fml

- I keep saying it... I'm finding this season quite enjoyable fr. Even though I don't care about Tyler a whole lot, he fits in to the team better and the effort Luke is making with him is nice to see. The Brian Garrity / conspiracy theory angle is working for me as a mystery. I don't care much about Gold Star but I've never been here for the crime. And I am enjoying Voit insofar as I like the frame of him as a twisted little boy foil to Rossi. I just like Zach Gilford.

- also I like how each narrative opportunity for JJ and Emily to have a confrontation has not been a blow up/angsty mess. I like an angsty mess too! But it's a testament to their years of friendship and professional trust, all they've been through and the ways they've been through it *together*, that JJ is handling it like this.

- god I continue to love JJ more and more. For me, she is a stronger character without Will in the picture. And I don't mean that Will is some kind of bad part of her story. He's just better as background noise. Their chemistry has never been fully convincing for me, and I'm not sure precisely why that is. But this season? JJ is incredible, and I'm not distracted from that by her husband. It's so nice!

- [some stuff with Tyler happened here I guess]

- oh my goodness! 🥹🥹🥹 THIS SCENE 🥹🥹🥹 JJ laying it ALL out. I'm so happy. This is so emotionally satisfying!! This is so much better than the parallel scene with Emily & Spencer in season 13 (that scene is a mess). You know it's funny how the arc of JJ & Emily's relationship was shaped by the fucked behavior of the network in firing AJ & Paget. I mean, they absolutely had chemistry and vibes and moments in the early seasons, but the nuts & bolts of who they are to each other now are so tied up in how the actors (and show) were wronged and came through that. Wish it need not have happened, but I find something sweet about the results. Maybe just that the emotional weight of it is genuine. Idk it's 4:30am as I write this.

- something I will never fucking tire of: the way JJ says "Emily"

- "I didn't quit on you, in Paris. You didn't quit on me, after my miscarriage." god damn. I gasped. And the way Emily reacts! This is such good food! I appreciate it so much. This feels like a long awaited antidote to the subtextual emotional constipation between these two. ALSO - as far as I can recall it's just been fanon that JJ shared about her miscarriage with Emily, and now it's confirmed. That's a really nice detail, as is the level of intimacy that suggests.

- AJ COOK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

- JJ you are never beating the "lowkey-in-(unrequited?)-love-with-emily-prentiss" allegations

- I am fully ready to exchange "grab your keys, let's fuckin' roll" for "wheels up". That's Prentiss, baby.

- lmao and they have to uber hahahaahaaaaa (but woulda been fun to have Tara pick them up lol!)

- I think the only thing about their scenes together that I maybe wish was different is when JJ does confront Emily about BAUgate, we're given no discussion of how JJ is doing. She is handling it, even before the edibles she's more sure of herself / less visibly traumatized this episode. But no real check in yet.

- Still. This episode was a fucking gift. More than I thought we would ever get. Beautiful ❤️

- oh and Garcia was Emily's safe haven for her little bender, and was keeping her whereabouts a secret (from JJ at least). Probably partly bc this is essentially a bottle episode and they didn't lay out cash for a new location for Emily's home. But I like the implications.

Final thoughts:

- shoutout to JJ for the belt buckle representation in this important Jemily moment

- I did get some Drunk History Paget vibes from high Prentiss but that didn't bother me. Didn't feel out of character. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

- also shoutout to AJ's "crisp white" line delivery 😂

- JJ & Will get high together sometimes, for sure

- Everytime someone refers to the FBI director as Madison I can't help but picture like, a gossip girl

- I'm so sleepy... time for sweet dreams...

[thelovelybitten]

vera's first watch of south park - season 2 (part 2)

apparently tumblr has a character limit so lol here's part 2 of my watch of season 2

EPISODE 8:

Last day of skewl !!!!

They just want fireworks :’(

AYO WENDY PLAYS CLARINET SHE JUST LIKE ME FR

Cartman on French horn !!

Stan, Kenny & Kyle play violin that’s cute !! Will note

They all WEAR SUITS NSGNKNGS SO CUTE

Chef get them fr

EPISODE 9:

Film festival episode !! This is exciting

Wendy popping off at Cartman as usual, she just never misses

Oh so stendy broke up??? Depression

“She’s NOT MY GIRLFRIEND!” Do u want me dead? Yes

Stan get back with Wendy challenge ? Pls i need y’all together

“If she holds his hand in the theatre it will be all over for him” Kyle has never spoke more real words

STENDY MOVIE SCENES <3 LFG

Stan scarred w lesbians whoops

Stan slowly becomes an ally, as previously stated in my s1 post, i will make sure that is so >:(

KYLE SINGING ON THE TOILET KBSBGBDBD

Okay alr the cartman ass screen joke was funny ok i laughed

Not them looking for mr Hankey BYE

AVERAGE CARTMAN TAKING CLOUT…

Stendy back at the movies AAAAAAA

AWWW HE GRABBED HER TISSUE THAT’S SWEET OF STAN <3333

So ur telling me Kyle had a piece of shit in his mouth and there’s photo evidence??? NOT COOL

Style “I’m here for u” ugh they’re besties fr fr

Wendy asks stan to see a movie and immediately abandons Kyle HE’S WHIPPED

But also how dare u Stanley KYLE NEEDED U

OH MY GOD. JWGJBSDBGKJDSBKJSDB STAN IS TRYING TO HOLD HER HAND DURING THE MOVIEEDDJVFJKJKNFV KFV

WaIT IS THAT WHAT HE WAS TRYING TO DO THE WHOLE TIME? HOLD HER HAND?!?!?!?!?!?

I’M mentally unwell

No bc end me I’m CRYING SOBBING THROWING UP

HE TRIES TWICE ????F?E?G?G?F no bc that’s so fucking cute

No bc it’s Stanley “she’s not my girlfriend” marsh to Stanley “this girl is so cute i wanna hold her hand” marsh

OMG SHE GRABS HIS HAND AND THYE HOLD HANDS GFJGDFJKNDFGJKFJKDFVJNK. STOPP IT RN

AAAAA THEY ARE JUST <3333333333333

And… stan vomits, per usual lol

They still hold hands stop it

Wendy: i think I’ve seen this film before but instead she loves the ending <3

God y’all i just love stendy so much

Kyle & Stan friendship secured so sweet

Literally wtf i will never understand the talking piece of shit sorry Kyle

Wendy apologizing to stan abt taking him to the films when I KNOW DEEP DOWN MY SON WAS THRIVING BEING ALONE WITH WENDY

He forgives her wbk wbk

Ain’t no back talk on my ship u fools

THEY ARE HOLDING HANDS AGAIN FDGJKNFDKJNFDGKJFDG pls tell me they’re dating again i need them

Oh my god stendy saved this episode thank you

EPISODE 10:

SO WE STARTING THIS with stan’s mom and sister at the hospital oh i know this gonna b weird

NO NOT CHICKEN POX

Omg stan ur gonna get THE POX FEJNCCKEN

Stan and Kyle’s families are so close !!

Oh and liane <3

DON’T DRAG KENNY YOU DINGOS

“IN THE GHETTOOOOOO” omg the TikTok meme is here SLAY i loved this one haha

EGGO WAFFLES FOR DIN ??? ME TOO BABE

Cartman SHUT UR MOUTH

Oh god Kenny’s family is so chaotic i hate it they deserved better

Kyle and stan have matching sleeping bags AWWWWW

Kenny can’t afford normal dinner food but can clap the lights off???? MAKE IT MAKE SENSE

OFC THEY ALL GET THE POX

GODS AND CLODS ??? LMAO

lol not Sheila making Kyle get the pox bc he’s the golden child that won’t get sick

OMG KYLE IS THE ONLT HEALTHY PERSON LEFT

So i remembered that stan hates hospitals and i can’t imagine what’s going thru his head right now besides being pissed abt hw

THEY JUST STORM INTO HIS BATHROOM WHILE HES NAKEY

KYLE’S PAPER HAHA

I’m actually cackling AT THIS SEQUENCE VNVNKJSDNKJV

NOOOOO NOT KYLE

EPISODE 11:

Garrison RELAX

Cartman is perfect for the cheesy poofs comm

Creepy girl….

Omg this poor deranged kiddo :(

FOOTLOOSE a BOP

KYLE ATE THAT HAIKU

ALSO KENNY !!!! SLAY

Kyle is eating these haikus ugh as he should

HYPNOSIS.

Eric kinda popped off

Mackey OMG U DID NOT

My throat hurts >:(

Haha CHEESY POOF

Eric’s one second of fame— relatable

The one time Eric slayed werk

EPISODE 12:

Okay ngl, if this is the episode i think it is, imma pass away

I’ve seen clips on TikTok ok

Omg THE KIDS PLAYING MILITARY OMG CDSNJDIJ

Kenny PLS JNCJDNJKNS

WENDY AND BEBE

“Kyle, doesn’t bebe look pretty today?” Omg it’s KYBE TIME

It’s the way i stan stendy, style, kybe, bendy and stendyle all at once I AM WINNINGGGG

Stendy walks away from Kyle and bebe omg omg

KYLE PUTS HIS ARMS AROUND HIS BACK U KNOW BEBE A STUNNER SHE’S A DAME

Wendy the nations’ KYBE leader, stan the second in command

Stan: no

TRUTH OR DARE LOL

BEBE.

All bebe sees is cake. That’s it. Kyle’s cake. Living, breathing legend.

Wendy setting them up AW

Stan: WE NEED TO MAKE A CLUB HOUSE STAT

Kyle: ?!?!?!?!?

Rare Cartman & Kenny duo things

SHARON MOTHER RELAX

OMG BEBE PASSING A NOTE FDSKBFSDKJGB

DSKJBDSGKJBSGBDKSDK STYLE CONTENT LMAOOOO

But AYO bebe really likes Kyle’s booTAY

The PARENTS ARE FIGHTINNN

Bebe: AYO Kyle LET’S SEE THAT ASSSSS

Kyle: aight?

“I WANNA BE DARED TO KISS HER” STAN OMG DSJNFDSJBGSKD i love stendy crumbs YES

What THE FUCK NOT SHARON & RANDY DIVORCING FSBJKSGDJKGDSDKBJ NO

WHO THE FUCK IS ROY

Get the FUCK OUTTA HERE BRO

Stan was too stunned to speak

Wtf is HAPPENING ?!?!?! Poor Stanley

Stan preaching to the CHOIR

TRUTH OR DARE

The boys are SHAKING

Wendy slayed okay Kyle PUCKER UP

I HC WHEN THEY OLDER THAT BEBE IS A GOOD KISSER and tbh so is Kyle but the first few times Kyle is all tongue and no lip— nasty bro

Kyle will never take a chance to let cartman win that’s just fact

AAAA KYBE

Kyle: AAA

Omg dude it’s ur first kiss relax

“Fucking sickening” but make it with the rupaul YASSIFICATION

Stan: looks intensely at Wendy’s lips

OLDER!HC: stan is like. addicted to Wendy’s lips. All he wants to do is show his affection ALL THE TIME but is also shy abt it??? LMAO

Stan: Dare RIZZ

ROY FUCK OFF

GOD DAMMIT ROY U FUCKED IT UP

Omg kybe okay please let this be good

BEBE GIRL Y’ALL WEREN’T EVEN DATING

LMAOOONSDFNSD

Kyle is flabbergasted

OFC she hooks up with Clyde right after BRUH

But i also like Clybe so it’s okay

Omg STAN NOT THE BEAR TRAP DON’T GET HIM IN THE BEAR TRAP

Alas, OFC Sharon and randy stay strong go get ur dick girl

“CLUBHOUSES ARE MAGICAL” —stan marsh, as his parents are fucking in the clubhouse he built

EXCUSE ME BEBE WHAT THE FUCK

I hope he didn’t do it omg

EPISODE 13:

What the hell

Kyle beating cartman is my favourite

“THESE ARE MY FUCKING FOOD STAMPS, HOW AM I GONNA EAT WITHOUT THESE FOOD STAMPS?” — KENNY MCCORMICK

Kyle threatening Cartman so true bestie

Oh god this is gonna fucking suck

Cartman being flung OUCH

WHEN CARTMAN HITS THE SNOW AAA

excuse me? not the prostitute

this is bad broken vietnamese UGH

CARTMAN.

kenny robbed

stan and kyle playing with the dolls is so wholesome <3

EPISODE 14:

why didn't I know kyle's dad was a lawyer? interesting

little german dance

WAIT STENDY IS DATING AGAIN DFSJBGSBJKGSDKBJ

"hey, elton, if I give you these lyrics, will you write a song for my GIRLFRIEND wendy?"

DEAD

he wants to gift her a song NO ONE SPEAK TO ME

not me actually tearing up irl THIS IS EMBARASSING

but no fr stan is WHIPPED I love that for him

chef hoeing out with kyle's mom??? huh

NOT MISS CRAB TREE. chef rly do be desperate

Mr mackey crowd surfing ended me LMAOO

elton SINGING THE SONG STAN WANTED HIM TO WRITE FOR WENDY :')

WENDY LOOKING AT STAN ugh the fluff they exude

CHEWBACCA

EPISODE 15:

UGH THIS BORDER MAKES ME WANNA FIGHT A BITCH

uhm... this is sus cartman

oh this is a Halloween ep cool

oh WAIT I'VE SEEN THIS ONE ON TIKTOK TOO

creepy murder fish

"hella"

god my paranoia could NEVER

POOR KENNY HIS ROOF IS LEAKY :(

JESUS christ that goldfish scares me

NOT KILL

not the slap from shelly oml HAHA

stan- OMG NOT THE DEAD PERSON

"mommy's little angel" correct, my son is babie

not the SQUASH DFSKJBDSKBDSKB

cartman on some shit rn omg

WHAT THE FUCK TWO CARTMANS

cartman using aunt flo as a massage chair cackles a lil

sharon not giving a single fuck about randy's accusations

oh no not stan and kyle's alts

EPISODE 16:

stan gets told not to go: goes anyway

kenny riding shotgun and not giving a RAT'S ASS until money is thrown

god i'd die if I had to listen to singing for 6 hours

liane is just. so cool ok

kyle: AAAA

EYE- stan that's not cool bad noodle

EW I FEEL BACK FOR KYLE

kenny hoarding food HA

charles: how would u like to come with me to another secluded part of the mall?

kenny: ok

don't mess w kyle brofloski period

kyle: still mad abt mr.hankey

they all getting shot at but kyle has PRIORITIES

SHARON LMFNNKSDFB GET HIM

stan: sorry

HAHAHAH

EPISODE 17:

TWEEEKKKKKK OMG HIS FIRST APPEARANCE AND LINES <3

my deranged son <3 ily tweek

omg tweek's family runs a coffee shop <3 so cute

tweek he's so cute with his little gnome story

oh shit 8 year olds w coffee

THIS IS GONNA BE PSYCHO

OH GOD LMAOOO

Cartman sleeping in his puke yikes

oh he has ADD :'( little bean

Cartman slayed this time haha

Working w the underwear gnomes haha

Side not: my cats are finally sleeping on the same bed and not killing each other <3

OMG Y’ALL HAHAHAHA

EPISODE 18: (SEASON FINALE)

Is this an impersonation of Owen Wilson ??? LMAO

KyLE Y’ALL ARE 8 NO

The WAY STAN CIRCLES DOWN INTO THE CAVE DSJNFJKSDNG HE’S SO CUTE

And there’s the vomit

I’m starting to wonder if Stan has bad motion sickness or he just has a shit immune system

Cartman referencing my favourite movie of all time??? That was iconic of him. grease is MY FAVOURITE MOVIE <333333333

Style fighting >:(

Cartman so true abt style fighting

1999 ??? My birth year??? Epic

“ASSMASTER”

NO OH MY GOD STYLE Y’ALL ARE IN YOUR DIVORCE ERA

Nah bc they are such good friends they better get back together at the end of the episode

When Kyle doesn’t finish Stan’s line abt Kenny… u KNOW THEY FIGHTINGG

THE girlies ARE FIGHTING THEY IN THEIR WWE ARC

Larry u tell ‘em

Overall, season 2 better than season 1, 8/10

[latibulater]

Venture Bros Rewatch notes: The Incredible Mr. Brisby

Dean being a nerd of course and the fifth leg comment the rapscallion energy is off the charts and Rusty is already THIS close to tranquilize them - I wonder how often Rusty was tranq'd before he learned to be quiet

ON THE RAG this whole sequence makes me call over cackling between Hank being foul not knowing what hes talking about, Doc getting offended for no reason, Brock being unapologetic.

UGH More racism whoo!!!!! Mandalay is interesting because if we stay strictly with Watsonian reasoning, yknow he probably is some man from the city who used racist stereotypes to snag a job under a very wealthy man, but writing wise all we got is that he is a big silent black bodyguard stereotype

"trapped beneath an unstoppable metal lincoln for two hours" this made me laugh really hard

"pandas milk" seriously nailed how weird rich people are. do we think the panda is actually thee david bowie's panda or the sovereign's panda

dean's enthusiasm about animals is still so cute

brock trying to start up conversation with mandalay...i need to reread that fic where brock bottoms for mandalay liteally amazing fic

brisby and jonas......so many nightmares within that. how many people besides doc and brisby know about jonas' cloning. also what do we think rusty's pills are?

"profits have gone zippety doo da"

rusty took over, at most immediately after jonas died while rusty was in college, or sometime a little bit after as we know rusty has said professor impossible didnt fail him out of sympathy for jonas dying, so maybe the company was managed by the board or someone else ran it.......so many possibilities.

"IVE COME AFLAME AGAIN" seriously burst out laughing

EW Hank's spit landing in Dean;s mouth. Whyyyyyyyy. Like obviously. to play into Themes. but blegh.

The Brisby dome makes me laugh. "You knocked me out and put me in a bag to bring me 50 yards?!"

MOLOTOV INTRODUCTION.

The Orange County liberation Front.....CACKLING. "ANIMATED ABOMNIATION [BRISBY] CREATED BRINGS DARKNESS TO THIS WORLD!"

"Did you forget about no?" Man okay Doc......

Brisby falling down the wheelchair inaccessible stairs mid way through his villain speech.....that is classic Vbros.

Sorry to Brock but if Molotov Cocktease wanted me to join with her I would never leave her lap

The way their whole argument sounds SOOO scripted they have had this argument.a million times.

OKay what motel is this...................

The whole sex thing with the cigarette....PEOPLE WITH ORAL FIXATION UNDERSTAND

okay but the orange hat is so funny and actually appealing design.

okay but this whole b-plot about how the way disney feeds and feeds and eats up people and land and resources by displacing people and managing the districts

MY FAVORITE SCENE IN S1. DOC ON TRUTH SERUM.

"Reading from top to bottom: lisa, carol, freemont " "ive always depedned on the kindness of stranger oh mercy which one of you strapping young bucks will catch my fall!" HOW DO PEOPLE NEGLECT TRANS FEMME RUSTY IN THEIR READINGS

the little misogyny bit with the orange leader wife is like. SO, bad no reason to do that.

brock JUUUUUUUST missing the plane and chucking a rock at it. do you think he has insecurities about not being enough one day. like do you think the boys dying so much makes him feel like shit at his job at night before bed 3 beer 6-packs in

the elegant acrobatics of the bee mascots.....LMAO.

Molotov staying to true feminism not letting her boy toy's goals get in the way of her pay check

okay but rusty getting shot at by the nail gun thrice is both so compelling to me this man must have the worst aches and pains

brock vs mandaly being set up just for mandaly to say hes gonna leave is as the inversion of the racist trope is the whole joke which is like. not worth the racism and it sucsk!

okay so brisby is on fire and molotov leaves with the panda

the way brock pulls the nail out of rusty's wrist makes me SO ill for a split second everyTIME i get a little baby barf feeling  i can just imagine the sinking of the nail sinking through the wrist and it being the only thing youre hanging off a wall of with ll your weight hanging and BLEGHHHHHHHHHHH

I used to hate this episode and now I like it a little better but still not overly much. 5/10

Venture Bros Rewatch notes: Home Insecurity

Fucking hilarious that Underland is designed like a disney princess villain lair but actually with all the executions.

tiger balm....tiger....bomb.....makes me laugh EVERY time honestly all i can think of when i hear tiger balm

Knowing that there are many kids with amputations in Underland from the child mines, like that is crazy the child amputee rate must be one of the highest in the world. i get that its played for jokes and it was funny, but if we are gonna be serious about all of it this counts and is like. mind boggling

whoo! use of the r slur! the way ive had to fucking campaign in my family to get them to stop using it and then i turn on this show and theyre saying it like every other episode makes me want to hunt down hammer and publick

okay but thats a waste of tiger.....

ik we dont learn this till later but i have questions about underland apparently being located right next to michigan.....PLEASSSSE LET ME SEE THE WORLD MAP IK ITS SO FUCKED UP

Brock's blue shirt is so beautiful on him...wish I could unbutton it off him. Dean and his hover boots, honestly those boots should make a come back

Stupid ass racist costume!

I literally choked on my spit and coughed at the same time Doc coughed at Brock's fumes

Okay I think Rusty is just doing a bit with the whole "big man think you can take me on? i knew this day would come" like seriously, the twins are so fucking silly but rusty is so beyond sarcastic he really is just projecting his own issues onto his kids all the time.

HELPER!!!!!!!!! Him going to take care of Rusty and so comically seeing NEW ROBOT blueprints and packing up a knapsack including a pic of child Rusty and Helper, oh my god it is just the sweetest robot and makes me wonder if there is a similar situation like with the red Helper happening with the whole....human brain.

the henchmen fighting and getting distracted till doc wakes up an slides into the panic room LOL

also i do love the underland footmen look as someone who loved tmnt it looks very foot clan

hank and dean may be a little over the top but they did take care of the scorpion and tarantula pretty handily.

Dean and Hank in the panic room and not even knowing when it was built....like seriously how many memories are they missing, consider they repeated being 15/16 over 10 times

Hank choking out Rusty is SO FUNNY Hank is just trying to help!!!!!!! just send them both to a first aid class you will be better for it doc

Rusty lactating!!!!! Milky king!!!!!

The animation and storyboard in this episode flips between dynamic and very getty stock images which is pretty funny

Dr. Girlfriend getting insulted and telling the monarch to use the phone himself...him trying to get an outside line....god i feel so old.

bigfoot baby!

"GUARDO" you fucking idiot Rusty. "I fell asleep" Okay but have we considered the fact  that you just don't have a head for mechanics and need to switch science majors

THE SNACKS FOR COMPANY. And Monarch apparently seeing the Baron for the first time since college and them trying to kill each other at first in a big dick measuring contest.

"how do you even mix it up! augh its like having my dad do the shopping!" ok i need more orphan jokes from the monarch stat seasons 1 he kills with this

its funny to see bigfoot and brock and steve summers meeting is so funny...considering that they all fuck when brock stays with them after he leaves the osi

"do you know how long 6 million bucks takes to pay back on a government salary!" fucking screammmmmmmmmmm

"lab partnership is a sacred trust" SSTILLLLLLLL want to know about how this happened

The Monarch fucking around struggling with his old ass computer makes me SOOOO nostalgic i remember we had a similar computer in the kitchen growing up.

Dean reading Helper perfectly and Doc going through a slumdog millionaire flashback before emotionally manipulating his mommy robot

One henchman became a hench after the plant closed and he only had a GED. one had a crack addiction and got off it. one (gary) got kidnapped) underland minions are drafted and then executed at 38.

"SASBURGER"!!! GOD "Sasquatch gave me a new life" Brock trying not be grossed out but like trying not to let it show (but only because he thinks Sasquatch is a woman at that point and he's bigoted but pro-str8 people always.

"Go team Helper!"

Jesus I really SSOOOOOOOOOOO would fucking fucking fucking kill for an expose episode on how henching works in the world as a job

all the army men are idiots very appropriate. brock getting SOOO weirded out. It is homophobic but also I choose to believe Brock has never seen a cock bigger than his own and got so horny and emasculated he got wigged out.

First mention of the Guild in this episode about filing paperwork on collaboration which i think is funny

Helper not letting Rusty out is SO funny me and my siblings would do that all the time. Truly, there is a lot to be said about Rusty and Helper's relationship. No other relationship has been as long for Rusty as Helper, who has been there sinvce he was a young boy and has always looked out for him.

Overall this episode is really fun and enjoyable, it does very well with having very silly concepts being treated seriously and then serious situations being treated clownishly. always love steve and sasquatch, altho the vbros design is so............he has a face only steve summers loves apparently. and the conversation on paying back the osi for the bionics was good worldbuilding/commentary on real world disability issues of how disability devices are often very expensive and only work at the behest of whoever made the device. my own cousin had a cochlear implant that worked very well but then he was told it was being recalled and he could get new one and now its works awfully for him

would rate this one like a 7/10. very solid but nothing too rib crackling funny or show pausing overly interesting

[helenas-reads]

Post Queen of Air and Darkness

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okay let’s get down to business (cue mulan music)

brutally honest review: (SPOILERS DUH) I don’t know if it was just me, and because I binge read the series (which, I guess, suggests they were really good lmao), I felt that this book was longer than it had to be. I found myself half way through at page 400 being like, okay, can we be done yet?

Thule felt like a book in and of itself. It was like a whole ass adventure there and I felt like I aged ten years when they came back lmao. 

And the battle was a bit confusing for me to follow. Granted, I read the battle sequence at 3am lmao, but still, it was a bit hard to understand. The Julian and Emma into giants thing confused the fuck outta me but okay. I couldn’t picture them as giants lmao I kept imaging like Grubby from Harry Potter or like Clifford the big red dog LOL. 

I absolutely despised Zara so it was painful for me to read the scenes when she had Cortana. Also I hated Horace and the Cohort, which I know is the point, but  just wished the whole battle thing happened earlier. 

Okay, if it wasn't obvious already I’m a huge Blackstairs Stan. I HATED the spell Julian put on himself. I KNOW why he did it but it didn't make it any easier to read. I also just felt like Julian and Emma kept facing obstacle after obstacle and after a while it got to be like, okay, can they just finally be together yet? Idk if that was just me. But anyways, im glad they got to be together in the end. I would've thrown hands if they didn't lmao. 

I loved Alec being the new consul. Jace is my favorite fictional character of all time (btw that statement holds a lot of weight with me LMAO) so I loved getting to see glimpses of him, Alec, and Clary. I also adore Malec and the Malec wedding was everything I dreamed it would be. 

I loved Julian coming back to himself and organizing the whole meeting. And Jace respecting him and having his back. AND when Emma was dying in his arms during the battle, I was visibly crying. That wrenched my heart out. To be honest, that was my favorite scene of the entire series. They agreed to burn together and ugh, that sealed the deal for me. I was done for. 

In conclusion, I liked this book. I loved Lady Midnight and Lord of Shadows. 

I would give QoAaD a 6/10. It already had characters I loved, and we got to see character development in a lot of ways (Julian learning it was okay to let go of the kids; they were growing up and had Helen and Aline, Mark, Cristina, and Kieran realizing they love each other and throwing their hearts into their relationship; WE FINALLY GET TO WORSHIP GWYN AND DIANA AND DIANA AS THE QUEEN SHE IS; the new leadership of the clave(Alec and co); and Kit realizing he belongs in the Shadowhunter world(although I wished he made up with Ty).Q

Favorite character: Emma Carstairs

Favorite scene: When Emma *almost* died in Julian’s arms

Favorite book in the series: Lord of Shadows

Book Hangover Score: 7.5/10 *I do be suffering right now... I want a real life Julian so bad :( 

Cassandra Clare is a queen as always; she delivered a book that made me cackle and cry and somehow manage to finish an entire series in five days lmao. There’s not a book of hers I wouldn’t recommend. 

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dang. straight to the point.

telling how the chunri slipped from her head right then.

lmao nikhil’s insecurity isn’t gonna be gone thanks to the divorce you dummy. his insecurity is wrt to A. your very large bank balance, and B. the raw sexual chemistry you seem to have with his girl.

idk what utopia shivaay lives in where a divorce in india is gotten SOOOOOOOO easily.

anika trying desperately to taalofy. good move, girl.

FUCK. FOILED. THIS FUCKER IS CARRYING A COPY IN HIS COAT POCKET AT ALL TIMES IT SEEMS. ONE TIGHT SLAP HE NEEDS. ASSHOLE.

lol he’s sooooooooo going to fuck up the papers. consciously or subconsciously idk, but he’s gonna do it for sure.

pehle aap pehle aap mein gaadi chootti jaa rahi hai fucking idiotsssssssss!

fuck he’s signing. HE’S SIGNING. FUCKING HELL BILLU NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

DUDE LOOK AT HER FACE. DOES SHE LOOK LIKE SHE WANTS YOU TO??????????

iska adh-maraa chehra toh dekho while signing. chaanta lagaaon ya kya karoon iske saath?

where the fuck is om, he needs to bust in here and kick shivaay’s dumb ass from here back to the OU istg.

LMAO AT THE WAY THEY’RE JUST SAYING “SIGN” “WAIT” “MR KUKREJA” IN VARYING ORDERS.

snort pen ke bhi issues.

“chal raha hai” *grabs at it and clicks it a few times* SHIVAAY WHAT EVEN ARE YOU DOINGGGGGGGGGG YOU DUMBASS

abhi tak toh sign sign kar raha tha. jab woh sign kar rahi hai then you have the audacity to be all frozen and devastated? literally fuck outta here, shivaay.

of course.

a poor substitute for her chand bracelet btw.

of course, anika has gyaan to baatofy. bish tum toh kuch bolo hi mat. tangg aa gayi hoon main tumhare chutiyaape se. 

shivaay you’re right and all, but *longest sigh ever* you just can’t do anything right, even when you try your hardest. i’m just so done with you. 

son honestly. 87% of me is very happy at your tadap but the rest of me is just so sad for you. you poor dumb fucker.

also are they dyeing nakuul’s beard these days? it looks... darker in a not-natural way?

ugh you both are justtttttttttt suchhhhhhhhhhhhhh idiotssss.

but the angst! i loveeeeee it. delicious!

where are rikara, honestly??????????? THEY COULD BE USED SO WELL TO FUCK ALL OF THISSSSSSS UP SO SPECTACULARLY. USSI BAHAANE SCREEN PAR BHI DIKH JAAYENGE. WHY AREN’T YOU USING THEM YOU DUMBASS SHOW?!?!!?!?

oh thank god at least gauri’s here.

om’s here too. but that’s not what i want???? i want them togetherrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. schemingggggggggggg. all up and close in each other’s facessssssssss as a bahaana of “plan making”.

ah fuck. he’s crying. that soft “ek minute, om.” the wiping his nose like a child. i can actuallllly feeeeeeeeeeeeeeel that tightness in his chest. ah mannnnnnnnnnnn. 

fuck meeeeeeeee, why do i fall for man-pain, every single timeeeeeeee???????

this framing tells me that something is going to get hurled at the camera real soon. phone? that rack? aur kuch hai kya phenkne laayak yahaan?

rack it is.

lol why was om panicking from just hearing the magazines being thrown tho?

fuck. see? this is what i meannnnnnnnnnnnnn when i say this dude’s best acting is non verbal. just never give him lines ever again.

“main theek hoon. tu bataa, kya discuss karna hai?”

lmaooooooooooooo “bitch really???????” om’s face. honestly, he makes suchhhhh a good audience proxy.

sure. aal iz well.

same, gauri. #same.

ooooh khanna gets snack tasting duty. nice. how to get a job like this?

but like, without having to deal with shivaay as a boss. at all.

eeeeeeeeeeee cuteness!

every time gauri maarofies a taana about “aapke bhai” and om agrees, i get 4 days added to my lifespan.

....... and who the fuck is bhaiyya to “strictly” decide the wedding theme?????? neither the bride nor the groom, so how does his opinion even matter?

lol anika has the same point to make. itna sab kuch kar liya hai toh yeh bhi khud hi decide kar le bc.

UGH THESE TWO ADORABLE MOTHERFUCKERS. I WANNA SMOOSH THEM TOGETHER TO FORM A S’MORE FILLED WITH BEAUTY AND LOVE. 

is khulle saand ko laal ka phobia hai? really?

the way gauri keeps looking towards ommmmmmmmm every single time, to bond over the inside joke, i can’t you guys! i just can’t! can you two just go make out in some corner somewhere??!?!!? why are you wasting your timeeeee hereee with these losers????????//

cyoot patoot. too adorbz.

ANIKA HE LOOKS NICE IN HIS NEUTRALS OK. PLS. APNE TAANO SE DON’T MAKE HIM CHANGE INTO OU ADVENTUROUS SSO. MAIN JHEL NAHI PAAUNGI!

lolwhut did om just say “oh my my!”?????????????????

pffffffffffffffffffft om you adorable creep. use these sexy hands of yours on that cute girl there, not on your damn brother. 

baby sisters the cutest.

gauri out here kholofying all of di’s secrets. maine toh pehle hi kaha tha, yeh ghar ka bhedi hi lankaa dhaa degi.

also pool ka mention and paani ka darrrr means we all know what’s gonna happen!

om that’s a really dumb “solution”. one of these things is not like the other. the colour red cannot actually kill your brother. lord.

ohohoho unintentional emo moment in middle of hasi mazaak.

this is the dumbest fucking “challenge” ever to get them both in the damn pool. like... just have her fall in man.

lmao he’s sooooooooooooooo mad at being challenged tho.

not listening to this ainvayi ka chutiyaap because:

UGHHHHHHHHHH WHAT EVEN ARE THESE FACES!?!?!

lmao this is the most accurate pictorial representation of the sibling dynamics here rn. 

god, what even are these technicolour kapde. i feel like i’m dropping acid.

lmao she’s sooooooooo bored.

omggggg i love how she noped outta that convo with nikhil to go talk to om instead!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

be still my aniKara loving heart!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! also #omkaraIsBae

LMAOOOOOOO THE TWO BABY SISTERS’ REACTIONS ARE BEST.

matlab maanna padega is bande ke confidence ko. looking smug wearing... THAT.

you know it’s true love when you’re dressed like that and she looks at you like THIS. #loveisblind

lol ok shivaay, enough with the smizing already. you’re way too short to be ANTM. 

lolololol chachi’s reaction.

talk about upstaging the damn bride. how fucking rude, shivaay.

but i guess the bride explicitly asked for it so......

i cannot get over the range of emotions om went through in the last 30 secs:

lmaooooooooooo and finally his kinda proud mama hen look, like “see? see how hot my bhai is? abhi bhi der nahi hui hai bhaabi!”:

ugh ok enough of this slo mo nonsense already.

oh great. naach gaana. i actually like this song though. imma just forward around a lil bit to see if there’s any good rikara bits, though lorddddddd, kunal’s dancing is just *shudder*

TFW THE WEDDING PLANNER (WHO’S BRIBING YOU TO GET MARRIED IN THE FIRST PLACE) AND YOUR TO-BE WIFE ARE EYE-SEXING EACH OTHER AND NO ONE GIVES ONE (1) SINGLE FUCK ABOUT YOU.

wow even chachi is shipping shivika now. such is the power of colour coordinated couples.

THIS IS SO RANDOM. WHY’S HE DANCING WITH HER WHILE NIKHIL IS STANDING THERE??????????? AND THE LAMEASS CHALLENGE WAALE ISHAARE BS. AND THE FACT THAT THEY MADE RIKARA AND PRINKU THE BG DANCERS??????????? THIS IS ALL JUST SUCHHHHHHHH BAKCHODI OF THE HIGHEST ORDER AND I CAN’T STOP CRINGE LAUGHING.

same, saasumaa. honestly, #same.

but then he’s paying for the whole wedding. so let him dance with her, i guess. lol.

bro this isn’t appropriate in desi society even if you’re the fucking groom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHAT EVEN ARE YOU DOING?!?!?!!??!?

LMAOOOOOOO CHACHI THO.

literalllllllllllllllly no fucks given. amaaaaaaaaaazing. the balls on these two. i have no words. honestly.

lmaooooooooo poooora gaana hone ke baad, after finishing his grind up on the bride, shivaay pulls nikhil in as an afterthought. just... what a guyyyyy.

THEY STILL WON’T STOP EYE-FUCKING OMG YOU GUYS I JUST CACKLED OUT SO LOUD THAT I STARTLED THE CAT AWAKE. JFC. THESE TWO ARE JUST SOMETHING ELSE.

someone please get kunal some anti seizure meds for the epileptic fit he’s currently having.

(i’m sorry! he’s just SO BAD. WHY DO THEY MAKE HIM DANCEEEEEEEEE???????????)

I LEGIT HAD TO PAUSE THE VIDEO COZ I’M LAUGHING SO HARD. THIS POOR DUMBASS. I DON’T THINK ALL THE MONEY IS WORTH THIS BEIZZATI. 

ohohohoh. time for dream sequence.

i mean i like this song and all, but come on, it’s fucking 10 years old. why not something nice and new? the dhadak title track really fits them rn. ugh.

also the choreography is really some trite bs. honestly, some effort would have been nice.

i’m just here for the aesthetic (uski toh inhone dhaijjiyaan uda di)  good looking ppl making gooey eyes at each other. 

OMFG WE GET BOTH POOL MAKING OUT *AND* THE RETURN OF TIA TOMORROW?!?!?!?!? GOD BLESS US ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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A Definitely Incomplete List Of My Favorite Moments From The Lightning Thief (book), because I'm having Feelings

Percy very causally mentioning times he accidentally hit a school bus with a canon or dropped fifth graders into shark-infested water

Grover Underwood

Just everything he’s ever done

Percy running an illegal candy ring out of his dorm room 

“I was worried they found out I got my essay on Tom Sawyer from the internet and were going to take away my grade. Or worse, they were going to make me read the book.”

When Percy thought Grover was going to give him some deep, meaningful commentary on life to make him feel better but Grover just wanted Percy’s lunch

Percy tried so hard to do well on his Latin final and Chiron somehow thinks it’s a good idea to tell him he’s ‘not normal’ in front of the class my poor boy

That one part where Percy essentially went “Oh hey mom’s home!!! Better reschedule this panic attack I was having!!” 

When Percy did that weird hand sign (that was never explained) and the door slammed on Gabe so hard he flew up the steps

The fact that when Grover finally tracked Percy down he wasn’t wearing any pants. Like, there was literally no reason for him to not have the fake feet and the jeans on. No actual reason for him to be free balling it. Percy just needed a shock apparently. Showing up in the middle of a hurricane with no pants, dramatic ass satyr I love him. 

The SATISFYING DEATH of Gabe’s Camaro + Sally apparently learned bullfighting just in case because she truly is the best mom

Percy killing the minotaur with its own horn

Percy dragging Grover over the camp line while crying for his mom literally end me

“You drool when you sleep.” could we get more iconic here

Percy teasing Annabeth about her crush on Luke

When Luke stole some toiletries for Percy and he got a little choked up because it was apparently the nicest thing anyone had ever done for him

The fact that Chiron basically told Annabeth that Percy was her destiny

The fact that a recovering alcoholic god of wine who hates children was deemed fit to run a camp for children

Not so fun: Percy, upon meeting Mr. D, immediately recognizing the signs of an alcoholic and going out of his way to sit far away from him ‘just in case’

The fact that everyone just expected him to hear ‘the greek gods are real’ and move on?? why would no one let this boy be in shock omg

Zeus apparently had a thing for the fluffy 80′s hairstyles

“the real world is where the monsters are” 

The fact that Poseidon could have claimed Percy at literally any moment but he apparently decided he really needed that dramatic reveal during capture the flag.

When Zeus was feeling Extra Dramatic(tm) after Percy’s claiming so he started making it rain inside the camp boarders and everyone was lowkey freaking out

When Annabeth pulls off her invisible cap and declares she’s going on the quest with him and Percy was like, beyond unsurprised that she was there and didn’t even attempt to fight her 

Chiron forgot to give Percy a sword from his father for like, an entire month. 

Grover with those freaking flying shoes oh my God

Annabeth blushing literally any time Luke talks to her 

IN THIS HOUSE WE LOVE AND RESPECT ARGUS, HEAD OF CAMP SECURITY

lmao when Percy and Annabeth start bickering about something and Argus just winks at Percy because he knows

When they were playing hackey sack with an apple but it got too close to Grover’s mouth and he just ate the whole thing

The entire bus scene oh my God

“I was about to become the ADHD Poster Child of the Year” as he’s CRASHING A BUS

Annabeth on a fury’s back 

the explosion. just. all gr8. 

When Grover tries to play a path finder song and Percy just immediately slams into a tree. Also the fact that the path finder song was actually just a Hillary Duff number. 

“You two are giving me a migraine, and satyr's don’t even get migraines!” 

Percy actually, truly trying to sell the story that the three of them are circus orphans who got separated from their ringleader 

Grover: hey guys this place is REALLY SHADY and we need to leave

Annabeth and Percy: but f o o d

Can you imagine walking into a store and finding your dead uncle’s body on display? Like????

When Medusa revealed herself and Annabeth’s running around invisible, Percy’s swinging a sword blindly and Grover’s flying around screaming and trying to whack her with a stick: everyone here is a MESS

When Annabeth was overly annoyed with Percy after that ordeal??? Sweetheart you fell for the trick too

Name something more iconic than 12 year old Percy Jackson mailing the decapitated head of Medusa to the gods on Mt. Olympus in an act of sheer pettiness. I dare you. 

When Percy was insisting on taking first watch while the others slept and Grover was basically like “hey kiddo listen to this” and played a song that immediately knocked him out so he could sleep all night 

“Percy. Say hello to the poodle.”

Percy seeing all the Greek creatures from the train window 

When Annabeth was dragging the boys to the St. Louis Arch and Percy’s claustrophobic ass Did Not Want To Get In That Tiny Elevator but he went anyway because he wanted Annabeth to be happy. That boy has had it bad since the start. 

“I am Echidna!”

“Isn’t...isn’t that a type of anteater?”

“I HATE AUSTRALIA.” 

How many times has Percy actually been poisoned throughout all the series I literally want a count 

‘Lemme just, uh....jump off the fucking St. Louis Arch and hope I don’t die when I hit the water.’

There is just something very aesthetic about Percy lighting a fire in the bottom of a river 

Percy’s got so much pent-up rage that he’s just immediately ready to wreck Ares upon meeting him omfg

THE THRILL RIDE O’ LOVE

Annabeth getting so worked up and flustered over going down there with Percy because it’s a love ride and Percy’s just like “you literally do not have to make this a Thing” lmao

Annabeth wouldn’t let Percy touch Aphrodite’s scarf because she didn’t want him getting infected by love magic but then...touched it herself lol

The entire sequence with the mechanical spiders and the cameras and the ride itself 

Percy’s plan to get off the ride!!!! He’s so smart okay can people stop calling him stupid!!! 

Grover trying to catch them both in mid-air but they‘re too heavy so the three of them just kind of slowly crash into one of those face-cut-out posters lol

Percy, turning to the camera’s broadcasting this shit on Olympus: “Show’s over! Thank You! Goodnight!” 

THE FUCKING ZOO BUS

Everything about that scene omg. The animals they had to help. Trying to convince Grover of how great he is. The baby percabeth. my h e a r t

“What if it does line up like the Trojan War? Athena versus Poseidon?”

“I don’t know what my mom will do. I just know I’ll be fighting next to you.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re my friend, Seaweed Brain, any more stupid questions?”

Do you hear that sound? That’s me, ages 13-21(+) sobbing uncontrollably oh my God I love them so much

‘let’s just set a fucking lion loose in Las Vegas’ 

“I put a Blessing of the Wild on them, so they’ll safely find food and shelter wherever they go.”

“Why can’t you put on of those on us?”

“It only works on wild animals.”

“So it would only effect Percy...”

“HEY!” 

When they get to the Lotus hotel and Grover starts playing that game where the deer shoot the hunters azxjhnhdjx

Percy physically having to drag his friends out of there once he realized it was the lair of the lotus eaters

When Annabeth gave the taxi driver her lotus credit card and he started calling her “Your Highness” lmao

Every time in this book Percy comes close to uncovering a Dark Truth the people around him are just like “let’s not worry about that :) “ and my polite boy actually shuts up it’s so wild because I would just keep going lol

CRUSTY THE WATER BED SALESMAN 

Listen that entire scene has lowkey always been one of my Favs and I’m not even sure why but Percy chopping his head off was g r e a t

The entrance to the Underworld is DOA Recording Studios and I love it

“We, uh...all drowned in a bathtub.”

Poor Charon just wants his Italian suits he doesn’t need all this bullshit 

Grover almost getting dragged into Tartarus: not good. very bad. bad shit. 

Annabeth getting emotionally attached to Cerberus in the span of 3 minutes: RELATABLE 

‘huh my backpack that I thought I got rid of five days ago is getting weirdly heavy, that’s not suspicious though, right?’ 

When Hades just starts monologue-ing about all the shit he has to put up with

“what kind of awful things do you have to do to get sewn into Hades underwear?” p e r c y

when Percy realizes the Master Bolt is in his backpack and he’s just like. tell me why. why. I’m a good person. what did I DO. 

When Percy has to sacrifice his mom to get Annabeth and Grover out of there I Cri Evey Tiem 

My cute lil’ baby yelling around on a beach to get Ares to show up 

ahdbsjznx when Grover gives Percy a crushed, half eaten tin can for good like and Percy is just like “Grover...I don’t know what to say.” I LOVE HIM

My sweet son kicking the god of war’s ass. bless. blessed on this day. 

The news crews who suddenly started backtracking and writing Percy as a hero 

Percy, choking back tears, giving Gabe’s store’s phone number out on national television and promising everyone free appliances IM STILL CACKLING I LOVE THIS BOY SO MUCH HE’S ICONIC 

Hades actually releasing Sally because he’s Not As Big Of A Dick As He Could Have Been 

Percy: hey I think there’s a really good chance that Kronos was behind this whole mess-

Zeus and Poseidon: XXX KRONOS DO NOT INTERACT XXX

Poseidon rolling his eyes at literally everything Zeus says and does

Poseidon and Percy’s whole talk omg my sweet boy just wants his dad to love him and Poseidon’s trying to figure out how to show affection when he basically signed this kid’s death sentence I’m crying 

A man will never satisfy me as much or in the same way as Sally Jackson murdering Gabe Ugliano did 

Percy was spending months of summer stressing over who the friend that’s supposed to betray him was but like...Sweetie you had exactly three (3) friends and you knew two of them weren’t gonna hurt you

ahbdjsnx when Percy and Luke were having their conversation in the woods and like Luke’s acting shady af the whole time but it’s literally not until he litters that Percy is like “something...is Wrong.” this boy I s2g

Percy getting bit by a scorpion is Not A Favorite Moment but the nymphs helping him out was 

Percy making his Official Decision to go home for the school year only after Annabeth reveals that he actually did talk her into trying again with her family 

I didn’t mean to write out a summary of the whole damn book it’s six am listen I’m just feeling nostalgia for the original series in this chili’s tonight 

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Liam decided that before he began his tour, he needed to fly to New York and find her. He had spent months thinking about her, even if she wasn’t the one, perhaps it would give him some closure and allow him to move on. When his final meeting of the week was finished, he boarded the royal jet and made his way to the states. 

HES GOING TO HERRRRRRRRRRRR

“If you’re here with your fiancée, I can give you a quiet table in the back.” 

GIRL STOP HE THERE FOR YOUR ASS COME ON NOW 🤣🤣

“So how does your fiancée feel about the sudden fast track to queen?” She asked tentatively. She really didn’t want to hear about the woman he chose. She was probably smart, well spoken and gorgeous. Everything Riley felt she could never be. 

I love that she asks this more than once, because fucking same if I were her lol.

“Riley, my whole life I’ve known I needed to put my duty to Cordonia above everything else. That included any ideas about romance, or marrying for love. As I went through my social season, I would try to weigh out my options, but my mind kept going back to our night together. I couldn’t pick any of those women because none of them were you.”

LOOK AT HIM JUST FUCKING GOING FOR IT!!!!! I LOVE HIM SO MUCH AND WOULD GIVE MY LIFE FOR HIS HAPPINESS lol

“Please,” he pleaded. “Just let me take you on one date. If after that, you can tell me that you truly don’t feel the connection, I will walk away and never bother you again.” 

GIRLLLLLLLL the King of Cordonia is asking you out!!! SHUT UP AND SAY YES LMAO

“This man has already done more for you after knowing you for a couple of hours than your last boyfriend did all that time you were together. Take the hint. He wants you.” 

LISTEN TO DANIEL

Riley looked up at Daniel from her seat on the floor, gripping onto two shirts. “What do grown ups wear on dates?” 

This made me cackle because again, girl same 🤣

“I brought you these.” Liam broke the silence, holding up a bouquet of roses. “I wasn’t sure what your favorite flower was, I hope roses are okay?” 

GOD I love him. He's so sweet!!!!!!1 ASDFJASDKFASJFD

“Absolutely, and that’s the only expectation I have for tonight. To have a pretty great night, with a pretty great girl.” He placed his index finger under her chin, tilting it so their eyes were locked.

I love this entire sequence. I love them, I love this story, and I'm already planning their wedding in my head. 🤣🤣🤣

Hands Down

Chapter 3: "True"

Catch up here!

Pairing: Liam x Riley

All characters belong to Pixelberry

Summary: Can Liam and Riley still find their way to each other despite Riley turning down Maxwell's invitation to Cordonia?

Rating: G

Word Count: 3,714

Song Inspiration: True - Ryan Cabrera

A/N: Thank you @charlotteg234 for helping me with the opening part of this.

Other than that, it hasn't been pre-read, so please excuse any errors. I'm really terrible at grammar. 😬

Tags are below the cut/in the comments. If you'd like to be added or removed, please let me know!

In the days following his coronation, Liam worked tirelessly to assure the people of his country that, despite his unconventional decision, Cordonia would be stronger and more prosperous than ever under his leadership. The council had rebranded what was supposed to have been his engagement tour into an introduction tour, which would not only serve as a chance to begin solidifying alliances and good-will with other world leaders and political taste-makers, but a chance for him to show everyone just what King Liam’s Cordonia could be.

However, even with the nonstop calls, meetings and interviews, his mind couldn’t help but drift to Drake’s words. 

I’m pretty sure it was obvious to everyone but you that she was into you.

You mean to tell me that you’re not even going to try?

He hadn’t planned on trying. He assumed that by turning down Maxwell’s invitation she wasn’t interested. But once again, he thought about what Drake said and considered Riley’s point of view. If he had been put in her place, he would have made the same choice. Maybe there was still hope. 

Liam decided that before he began his tour, he needed to fly to New York and find her. He had spent months thinking about her, even if she wasn’t the one, perhaps it would give him some closure and allow him to move on. When his final meeting of the week was finished, he boarded the royal jet and made his way to the states. 

When they landed, Liam requested that they go straight to the bar. He couldn’t wait any longer. As his SUV traveled the streets, his mind and heart were racing, thinking of all of the things he wanted to say, and reminding himself not to come on too strong, or get his hopes up too high. 

The car slowed to a stop in front of the bar, and Liam’s head guard, Bastien, walked around the vehicle to open Liam’s door. The young king paused for a moment, taking  a deep breath to prepare himself. He was ready for a life full of deals and negotiations, he had been trained for it since childhood; but having to be open, and speak his heart was something completely foreign to him. 

“Sir?” Bastien’s voice pulled him from his thoughts. 

Liam nodded in acknowledgement and stepped out of the vehicle, moving toward the door. As soon as he stepped over the threshold, he was hit with the nostalgia of the last time he was there. 

“Just a second.”

His breath caught in his throat at the voice calling from the kitchen. 

She’s here. 

His heart began racing as he neared the stools surrounding the bar. Just as he approached, Riley emerged from the kitchen, eyes trained on her notepad as she jotted something down. 

She looked even more beautiful than he remembered. She kept her focus on the task in front of her as she walked past him and straight to a table, slipping the customer the receipt she had been writing on. 

As soon as she turned around, Riley locked eyes with Liam and she froze in her spot. She wasn’t expecting to ever see him again. 

“Hello, Riley.” 

She stood in silence for another moment, trying to process the fact that Liam, the man she couldn’t seem to get out of her mind, was standing in front of him. “Hi Liam.” She managed to choke out. 

Shaking off her surprise, she jumped right back into waitress mode. “Can I get you a table? Are your friends here with you again?” She paused for a moment, suddenly remembering what he had been doing in their time apart. “If you’re here with your fiancée, I can give you a quiet table in the back.” 

“No, it’s just me this time.” He smiled at her. She didn’t know, she hadn’t been following the social season. He wasn’t sure whether or not that was a good sign. “I was actually hoping to speak with you, if you have a moment?” 

“Oh, um…” She took a look around the bar. It wasn’t very busy, but there were customers that were going to need her attention. “Yeah, let me just check on a couple of tables. You can sit if you want.” She motioned to the bar. He nodded and took a seat on a stool. 

After visiting each of her tables, and refilling a couple of glasses for the patrons at the bar, she stepped up to the spot where Liam was sitting. “Sorry,” she apologized. “Can I get you a drink?”

“No, I’m fine. Thank you.” He took a deep breath and searched her eyes, hoping for some kind of sign that she had missed him, or even thought about him once since he had left, but she had a wall up, he wasn’t even sure if she was happy to see him. 

“So, how was your social season?” Riley asked, unsure what else to say. 

“It was… eventful.” He mused. “My father officially stepped down from the throne.”

“Oh, wow. So you’re an actual king now?” Liam nodded. “Congratulations.” She noticed that Liam seemed uneasy about his sudden title change. 

“I suppose. It was unexpected, and there was a lot behind it that made it a bit… bittersweet. But I knew I would end up here eventually.” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

“So how does your fiancée feel about the sudden fast track to queen?” She asked tentatively. She really didn’t want to hear about the woman he chose. She was probably smart, well spoken and gorgeous. Everything Riley felt she could never be. 

Liam let out a breath, grateful that she brought it up first. “I don’t have a fiancée. I didn’t pick anyone.” 

“But I thought you…”

“I was supposed to,” he took one of her hands in his, feeling emboldened by the moment and deciding to just dive in. “Riley, my whole life I’ve known I needed to put my duty to Cordonia above everything else. That included any ideas about romance, or marrying for love. As I went through my social season, I would try to weigh out my options, but my mind kept going back to our night together. I couldn’t pick any of those women because none of them were you.” 

Riley stood in stunned silence, overwhelmed by Liams words, and the familiar, calming feeling of her hand in his. She felt him squeeze gently and she cleared her throat to compose herself. “I don’t understand.” 

“I want to be with you, Riley.” It was a bolder statement than he intended to make, but he didn’t regret saying it.  

She felt as though her heart was going to leap out of her chest, she still didn’t understand. How could this man, this king, this handsome, kind king have spent the last few months with women throwing themselves at him, and he’s standing here telling him he wants her. It didn’t add up. 

“Riley?” His voice brought her out of her thoughts. She studied his expression, and noticed a vulnerability in his eyes. 

“But… how would that even work?” She pulled her hand out of his and stepped back. “You’re on the other side of the world, the time difference must be insane.” 

“It’s six hours,” He responded. “And I’m here now.” 

“But not for long. You’re going to have to go home and rule a whole ass country. You honestly think you’re going to have time for me?” 

Liam smirked, she was getting flustered, he took that as a sign that his feelings were returned. “The logistics can be figured out. And I will make time for you, no matter where I am, or what time zone I am in. You’re worth it.” 

Riley’s brow furrowed in confusion. “How do you know?”

“Because I can feel it.” He replied, his eyes intently locked on hers. “Riley, there’s something between us. I felt it that night, it’s practically all I’ve thought about since we said goodbye, and I felt it again the second I walked through the door and heard your voice.” 

“But…”

“Please,” he pleaded. “Just let me take you on one date. If after that, you can tell me that you truly don’t feel the connection, I will walk away and never bother you again.” 

Riley didn’t need a date to know there was a connection, she was feeling everything he was. But she still had so many questions and doubts about the whole thing. The smart thing to do would be to say no, realistically, this would never work. All of the concerns that ran through her mind when Maxwell invited her to Cordonia came flooding back.

But did she want to do the smart thing? That’s what she thought she had done last time, and she’d been regretting it ever since. Riley had always played it safe and done the smart thing. She never took risks, and she was right where she had always planned to be. For the most part. 

The hopeless romantic inside of her, the side she had silenced once before, was screaming at her to say yes. Love wasn’t logical, it wasn’t smart, it was a risk. Some of her favorite love stories included a visit to the seawich, trusting a fairy godmother, or taking a chance on seven strangers in the woods. 

“Okay.” She answered softly, still unsure about where this would lead. 

“Okay?” He repeated her hopefully. She nodded in response. “Wonderful!”

Riley smiled coyly at Liam’s excitement. “I’m actually free tomorrow night if that works for you?” 

“Absolutely. I’ll pick you up at your apartment at seven?”

“Sure.” 

Liam breathed a sigh of relief and stood from his barstool. “Perfect. You’re at the same address I walked you home to?” 

“You remember?”

“Of course I do, I remember everything about that night.” He noticed a blush come over Riley at his response. “Maybe I could get your number though, just in case?” 

Riley smiled, her eyes flitting to the floor. “Sure.” He handed her his phone, and she put her number into the contacts. 

When she handed the phone back to him, his fingers lingered on hers for a moment before he pulled away, placing it in his pocket. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”  

Riley watched Liam exit the bar, her eyes watching on the door until one of her customers called for her attention. She took a few orders and began mixing drinks, her mind drifting back to Liam and their conversation. She was nervous, terrified really, about going out with him. She couldn’t help but get ahead of herself, trying to figure out how a relationship with that much distance would work. Or why he would even want it to.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t notice Daniel enter the bar and come up behind her. “Holy shit,” Riley startled at his voice, nearly spilling the martini she had in her hand. “Sorry,” he smiled apologetically at his friend. “But it was important. You should have seen the smoke show I just passed on my way in here.” 

Riley smirked to herself as she placed the drink in front of her customer and moved back across the room. She had a feeling she knew exactly who he was talking about. “Blonde hair, blue eyes, a little over six feet?” 

“Yes, he was in here?!”

“That’s uh…” She picked up a rag and began wiping down the bar, avoiding eye contact with Daniel. “That’s Liam, the guy from the bachelor party.” 

His jaw dropped. “Prince Charming?” She nodded with a small chuckle. “What was he doing here?” 

Riley recapped the conversation for a stunned Daniel. She had given him a full rundown of their time together when she had returned to the apartment that night, but hadn't mentioned anything about him since. However, Daniel knew better than to think it was just a fleeting moment to her. He’d never seen her light up about anything, or anyone the way she did when she was recalling every last detail of Liam and their evening together.

“But you said yes, right?” Daniel asked hopefully. 

“I mean yeah, how could I say no to all of that?” Riley shrugged. “But I don’t know.” 

Daniel rolled his eyes. “Come on Ri, I get it, you’ve got this whole don’t see how great you are thing, and that’s your vibe. But seriously,” he placed his hands on her shoulders and looked her in the eye. “This man has already done more for you after knowing you for a couple of hours than your last boyfriend did all that time you were together. Take the hint. He wants you.” 

“How does a relationship like that even work?” She continued to protest. 

“First of all, it’s a date, not a relationship.” Daniel corrected her. “Second of all, if it gets to that, you figure it out. And then you invite me to your lavish royal wedding, because technically this is all thanks to me.” He winked. 

“Alright, alright, I’ll go.” Riley chuckled. “What are you even doing here? It’s your night off.” 

“I wanted to be your last customer.” He smiled, taking a seat at the bar. “I’ll have my usual, barkeep.” 

***

The next day, Riley spent most of the morning rifling through her closet, trying to assemble the perfect outfit for her date with Liam. 

“Daniel, help!” 

Daniel rushed into Riley’s room to find clothes scattered over every inch of the space. “Holy shit Ri, what happened here?” 

Riley looked up at Daniel from her seat on the floor, gripping onto two shirts. “What do grown ups wear on dates?” 

“Oh Riley,” he dropped down on his knees by his friend’s side, wrapping his arm around her. “Just relax.” 

“I can’t relax. I haven’t gone on an actual date in almost four years. I was just a kid. And this isn’t just a grown up date, it’s a grown up date with a king. Fuck,” her eyes went wide and she turned to face Daniel. “Am I supposed to wear a ballgown?” 

He didn’t want to make her feel worse, but Daniel couldn’t help but chuckle at her panic. “I don’t think he’s expecting that.” He pried the shirts out of her grip. “Listen, he asked you out because he likes you, you don’t have to get all fancy. That’s what he turned down to come here to find you. Just be yourself, cute and comfortable.” 

“But what if he’s taking me somewhere fancy? Guys like him don’t go to hole in the wall pizza places, or burger joints.”

“Or dive bars?” Daniel retorted with an arched brow. “You’re overthinking this. Here,” he reached behind her, picking up a green high low dress. “This is perfect. Wear it with that leather jacket you have. Classy and cool, you’ll be ready for anything.” 

“Daniel, it’s perfect!” She wrapped her arms around him and brought him into a hug. “Thank you.”

“Of course, but listen,” he pulled back, looking at her with concern in his eyes. “You need to relax, you’ve got this. He asked you out, he flew halfway across the world for this date, safe to say he wants it.” 

“That’s the problem,” she huffed, standing up and laying her dress on the bed. “He was supposed to pick a fiancée in his own county. He didn’t and then he came here, because of me. Do you have any idea how much pressure that is? He barely knows me.” 

Daniel followed her, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. “That’s what first dates are for.” 

Over the next few hours, as Riley got ready for her date, Daniel made sure to be there to guide her back when she fell too deep down the rabbit hole of worry and self-doubt about how the evening would go. 

She was putting the finishing touches on her look when her phone chimed. It was a number she didn’t have saved, but the second she saw the message she knew who it was. The butterflies in her stomach kicked into high gear, Liam had arrived. He didn’t have her apartment number, so he couldn’t ring them to be buzzed up. She gave him the number and called down the hall for Daniel to buzz him in. 

Riley slid on her shoes and made her way down the hall, where Daniel was waiting in the living room. She gave him a nervous smile. “Do I look alright?” 

“Like a princess.” Daniel grinned. She rolled her eyes, making Daniel laugh. “You’ve got this Ri, trust me.” 

As the elevator made its ascent to the fourth floor, Liam’s fingers tapped nervously against his thigh. He had spent all day preparing for this, it needed to go perfectly. The doors opened, and he stepped into the hallway stopping in front of the door marked ‘11D’. He took a deep breath before lifting his fist and wrapping gently. The door opened, and Liam’s breath caught in his throat when he laid his eyes on her. 

“Riley you look,” he paused, taking another moment to admire her from head to toe. “Stunning.” 

“Thank you,” he caught the blush in her cheeks just before her gaze dropped. 

They stood in silence, not believing that they were actually here. They had both imagined this moment, but neither thought it would ever be more than that. 

“I brought you these.” Liam broke the silence, holding up a bouquet of roses. “I wasn’t sure what your favorite flower was, I hope roses are okay?” 

Riley smiled, taking the bouquet from Liam and lifting them to her nose. “They’re perfect.” Liam let out a sigh of relief. “Let me just go put them in some water, I’ll be right back.” 

While Riley was in the other room, Liam took the opportunity to look around the apartment to try to learn a bit more about her. The decor wasn’t exactly what he had pictured for her, and she didn’t appear to be in many of the photos. He found it curious. 

“Ready?” Riley pulled him from his thoughts. 

Liam smiled and offered his arm to her. “Absolutely.” 

He led her out of the apartment and to the elevator. As the cab made its descent, the pair stood in silence, Liam noticed that Riley seemed nervous. He could understand that, he was nervous too, but there was also an uneasiness about her that concerned him.

“Is everything alright?” Liam asked tentatively, hoping the evening was not about to end before even getting started.  

“Yeah,” she smiled up at him softly. He felt his heart flutter at the sight. “I’m just a little nervous is all.” 

Liam grinned as the doors opened. “Understandable,” he raised his arm, signaling for her to exit the elevator. Once she stepped over the threshold, he followed behind her. “I’m pretty nervous too.” 

“You are?” 

“Definitely,” he assured her as they moved outside. He walked her to the SUV that was waiting in front of her building, opening the door for her. He slid in behind her and closed the door before continuing. “If we’re being candid, this is actually my first real date.” 

Riley contorted her face into a look of disbelief. “Yeah, okay,” she replied, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

“I’m serious!” He chuckled. “Growing up as part of the royal family, things were different. I was introduced to women, but our time would be spent at courtly functions. It was nothing like dating as you know it.” 

Riley nodded in understanding, a brief silence coming over them. “As a matter of fact,” he continued. “I wanted everything to be perfect tonight, so I did some research on first dates.” 

“You did?” She smiled. ‘That’s actually really cute.” 

“I’m very glad you think so.” 

“Well, since we’re having truth time,” Riley took a deep breath, and looked down at her hands, which sat in her lap. “I guess I’m just a little worried that after all this time, and after everything you did to come here and ask me out, I’m not going to be worth it.” 

Liam’s heart sank at her confession. The last thing he wanted was to put any pressure on her, and he especially hated that she was worried she wasn’t enough. He realized in that moment that he may have come off a bit stronger than he anticipated when he had seen her the night before.   

“Riley,” he said, gently placing his hand on her shoulder to comfort her. “I’m so sorry for putting that pressure on you. I assure you, while my feelings for you did have a part in the decision I made at my coronation, it wasn’t the only reason.”

He went on to explain his conversation with Leo, and how it had inspired him to forge his own path. He also told her about the conversation he had with Drake later in the night; leaving out the part about how obvious it was to everyone how she felt about him. She was already feeling insecure, he thought that would only make things worse. Instead, he told her that Drake suggested the best way to find his happiness was to go back to the last place where he felt truly happy.

“And you picked the night we met?” Riley asked.

“I did,” he smiled softly at her. “Riley, I can’t predict the future. I don’t know where this is going to go, if it goes anywhere at all. But what I do know is that when I was with you that night, I felt comfortable, free. It was something I hadn’t felt for a long time, and it meant a lot to me.” 

Riley felt her cheeks get warm as she dropped her gaze to her lap. “It was a pretty great night, wasn’t it?”

“Absolutely, and that’s the only expectation I have for tonight. To have a pretty great night, with a pretty great girl.” He placed his index finger under her chin, tilting it so their eyes were locked.

Riley looked into his eyes and was met with a sincerity that gave her butterflies. At that moment, all of her questions and worries were gone; replaced by anticipation and excitement of what the evening, and the future, held. 

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Playing with Ice (1)

Jungkook x Reader

Chapter: 1, 2, 3

Genre: idk yet lmao, fluff/angst/smut later?? Word Count: 1.4k Description: You strike a deal that hockey player Jungkook can’t say no to. Insp by this tbh. 

You untied your skates off in frustration, the ice shavings still clinging to the blades and melting as soon as you flicked them off. Your feet were swollen, cut and bleeding from the torturous hours of practice that only yielded a scolding from your teacher for not being able to land that triple salchow. “Yah, ____, you need more momentum when you jump and make sure your legs are farther apart!” The nagging ring of her voice was still echoing in your ears. That didn’t irk you though. The fact that you’ve been ice skating for years and only gaining mediocre results didn’t bother you either. You had given up your dream for the Olympics long ago, but still continued to skate despite your parents telling you to stop (yes it was their dream in the first place to have an Olympian daughter). You just liked ice skating and it didn’t matter if you got gold or not. The freedom of floating through the ice, wind in your hair, and the coldness nipping at your cheeks was comforting. You didn’t have to be good.

No, none of those things were what was bothering you at the moment. It was your teacher’s idea for the next performance—partners. You remembered the last time she wanted a performance in pairs, which turned into a mortifying disaster. Your partner demanded moves that were over your experience level and was arrogant in his own abilities, which led to him skating off the ice mid-routine. That was the first time you cried after getting off the ice and left you doubting the one thing you loved for 3 weeks in the comfort of your covers.

“Wooo wheeewww! What a lady. Too bad Miss Tripsy Toes can’t skate.” A slew of cackling followed the insult but you ignored the group of hockey players. The whistling came from Jimin, King of all fuckboys amongst the hockey players. He was handsome to say the least with the body of a greek god when you let yourself indulge from time to time. Right now wasn’t one of those times. His nasty personality made his looks go to waste and you could only stand about 7 seconds of the whole hockey team when he was around. “Alright boys. Quit playing and go home. Practice is over!” their coach hollered and gave you a sympathizing look.

You had paced around the locker room, twisting and fiddling with your towel long enough that the hockey team had their practice, washed up and was about to go. That’s how much you didn’t want to think about finding a partner. You sat down in the benches even when most of everyone was gone. It was late in the evening and there were no more classes. The rink became a graveyard. Not many people came other than to practice. This was usually one of your favorite times to skate, when you had the whole rink to yourself. Except this time there was a boy still on the ice in full hockey uniform. Jeon Jungkook.

He was undoubtedly the fastest player on the team, being able to weave in and out of people with ease and scoring goals easily. His playing style was elegant, swift, and totally contrary to the usual ruffian hockey player. If the rest of the team were Neanderthals wielding a stick then he was Hermes with his golden staff of agility. If there was a mass pile up then it would always be Jungkook who would escape with the puck and winning shot. He was easy on the eyes as well and out of everyone on the team, you felt like you could probably tolerate him the most. That was only because he never really talked or bothered anyone like the other guys. He was an enigma to everyone, even his own team.

You observed him silently while he made his shots with the multiple pucks on the ice. The only people in the entire building now were you, him and the manager working the concession who was practically dying for both of you to leave. Jungkook skated in circles and made a shot every time he rounded back, missing each time. Frustration was etched on his face: sweat plastering his hair to his forehead, clenched jaw and knuckles white from gripping the stick way too hard. A bad practice day was an understatement. In a last ditch effort his threw his stick at the wall and yelled through his erratic breaths. The clanging of the motion startled you but you held onto your chest and the squeal that almost escaped your lips.

You didn’t know why you stuck around or why you watched Jungkook’s horrible practice time, but it was a gift from God when you finally realized it. Jungkook stood still on the ice for a couple seconds, staring at the randomly strayed hockey pucks that had ricocheted off everything except for the goal. It was like he was calculating an arithmetic sequence in his head and he finally found the answer. He moved. He skated not randomly, but with deliberate grace and energy. He weaved around the hockey pucks, legs crossing and flowing effortlessly while his hands poised elegantly above his head. A triple toe loop, a couple flips, a very well executed axel and you were jumping up from your seat. It was a bit hilarious with the bulky hockey gear on but he was beautiful nonetheless.

“JEON JUNGKOOK!” The scream left your throat before you could stop it and your legs were taking you down the flight of stairs to the edge of the rink. He spun around abruptly and his eyes widened at someone he thought wasn’t there. You had been basically invisible and the blood was boiling his cheeks as soon as he realized someone had seen him. Seen his most important secret. You waved eagerly for him to come over and he did so hesitantly. When he finally came up to you, you threw your hands on his shoulders and pulled him up close. “PLEASE BE MY ICE SKATING PARTNER!” you practically begged but your pleas were only met with his ice cold stare. “No.”

“B-but why not?? You were so beautiful. Who knew you could skate like that?!”

“I said no.”

Jungkook turned around to gather his things but you pulled his arm back. “Please, I need someone to skate with me and you’re perfect!”

He brushed your hands off of him and glared at you. His dark stare becoming the most intimidating thing you’ve ever encountered, yet you couldn’t take your eyes away from them. He used his pointer finger and pushed it against your forehead with enough force to slide him away from you. “I’m gonna need you to pretend that you didn’t see anything. I was just practicing hockey.” He smirked.

It was then that a devilish plan formed in your head, one that your normally nice and pushover self wouldn’t have thought of. Desperate times called for desperate measures.  “Be my partner or I’m going to tell the whole hockey team your little secret.” Jungkook skidded to a stop and turned around. He wanted so badly to wipe the smug look off your face but his conflicted feelings weren’t helping. He skated back up to you with his head held tall. The disgruntled look on his face told you this was the last thing he wanted to do, but it was either skate with you or have his team mock him forever. He towered over you, your head only coming to the top of his chest. “Fine. We practice before doors open for regulars and on my schedule only. Once this performance is over, we never speak of this again. We go back to not knowing each other.”

Jungkook was spitting out his ridiculous conditions but the only thing you heard was a y-e-s. That was the only thing you needed. Someone who would work with you, even if it was reluctantly. You knew he wouldn’t be doing anything over extravagant to get attention. And maybe along the way you could learn something from him too.

“Hey. Hey ____, are you even listening to me?”

“Yeah, yeah. Meet you on the ice at 5am, sure.”

With that, you pulled him into a sudden hug that left him breathless. His wide eyes softened once you ran out of sight and he took a long breath. It was going to be a long 2 weeks.

[copperstarlight]

Rules: Always post the rules. Answer the 11 random questions posted for you. Create 11 new ones and tag 11 people. Let the person who tagged you know that you answered.

Thanks @fxvixen​ and @mattsunflower​!! I’ll answer both sets of questions in sequence!

Also I’m super sorry for procrastinating for so long!! >///<

fxvixen’s questions:

1) Favorite cereal?

Ehhh... Cornflakes I guess? I haven’t eaten cereal in years haha.

2) Least favorite cereal and why?

Koko crunch or any of the sweet cereals because those get soggy real fast and soggy sweet cereal is gross

3) Daffy or Donald Duck?

DAFFY

4) What color is your bag/purse/wallet?

I have so many bags which are you talking about

The bag I use most these days is black with a blue vertical stripe (it’s a slingbag) and my wallet is this bright neon orange (my mum bought it for me in Thailand)

5) Thoughts on body pillows?

I’ve never had one, do bolsters count?

But my guy friend once got me a square cushion with half a naked character on it... It’s still in my wardrobe because my whole family is scandalised and I share a room with my sisters so no

6) On a scale of “my pencils are organized by length” to “….there’s a desk under that?” how organized is your desk/office space wherever you live/work?

*cackles madly*

My whole family and my coworkers could tell you about this - WHAT DESK??? 

My desk at home has so much stuff on it that there’s just enough space for me to slot my laptop when I want to do stuff, and my office desk is covered in so much paper and I take notes on whatever blank space is in sight

7) Are you more of a “4 inch tall heel” boot kind of person or a “i could kick your ass with this book” kind of person? or both, honestly.

I could kick your ass with this book

Mostly because I can’t walk in heels

8) Lip stick or lip gloss? or do you go as i do….n*ked. ;)

N*ked ;)

I’ve honestly never seen the point of either lipstick or lipgloss because I’m scared of eating it

9) What’s the most weight you’ve squatted do you even lift bro?

What is a gym even

I might join my granddad at the gym in January - he’s right about athletes needing to build muscle lmao

10) High five or fist bump?

BOTH!!

11) Do you have too many or not enough hangers in your closet?

Too many because I always forget to put the extra ones back on the communal rack

mattsunflower’s questions:

1. How old were you when you first learned to ride a bike?

...good question... 7, maybe?

2. Did/does your school have a uniform?

My primary and secondary schools did, and then I went to polytechnic and they didn’t have a uniform :D

3. What are your favourite pizza toppings?

Cheese!! Olives!! Tomatoes/cherry tomatoes!! 

I like margarita pizza

4. What’s your favourite holiday tradition?

Getting together with extended family for a meal because my relatives are pretty good cooks

5. Tea or coffee? (if tea, what kind?)

TEA.

I like milk tea!! The normal kind one can find in coffeeshops - though I think Singaporean coffeeshops and other countries’ coffeeshops are kind of different

6. Have you ever successfully kept a journal/diary and regularly updated it?

When I was younger, yes. When I was 10 up till 16 I guess. Then I got lazy

7. Do you prefer in-ear headphones as opposed to over-ear?

In ear! The over-ear ones make my ears hot and uncomfortable

8. Are you still friends with your First Friend?

Ahahahaha

I wish

But no

9. How far have you traveled from your home town? Next town over? Provence? Other side of the world?

I think the furthest I’ve gone is to Sikkim? That’s in India, near the border with Bhutan

10. What are your Favourite pair of shoes?

I love my sports shoes, and my sandals, but my sports shoes are falling apart and I can’t get the same design cos I bought those in China about 4 years ago :’(

11. What do you find absolutely necessary to carry around in your bag at all times even though you barely touch it when you’re out and about?

*cackles madly*

So. Many. Things.

My pencilcase, full of pens and pencils. My sketchbook/notebook. My earphones. A portable charger and cable.

My bag is a mess

My questions!

1. Are you committed to playing a game (mobile, videogame etc), or do you play it for a while then delete it? 2. Sports or no? 3. Are you a soft toy/plushie type of person? 4. How do you organise your charging cables? Are they in a big mess or do you roll them up nicely etc? 5. British or American English? 6. What sort of things do you collect? Coins, stationery, stamps etc? 7. What hobbies do you have? 8. Favourite type of snack? 9. Do you have a calendar on your desk? Do you cross out the dates as they pass by? 10. Social media: what do you think of it? 11. Do you like walking barefoot on grass?

Tagging: @seijouho @queerbatnana @oimatsu @volleyowlets @rielity @marleeb @mybrokenrecords @allmycharactersare-dead @exyhell @akiionice @noyasuga

[kyuu-rereads-umineko]

Ep6, Chapter 3 (End) & 4

I like how I ended the last post literally just before the end of the goddamn chapter.

Well, uh, anyways! Let’s see how far we can get before Chiru arrives officially.

(Also, shout-outs to everyone over on Rokkenjima for the warm welcome! <3)

Back on the gameboard itself, the typhoon’s started. “No longer would anyone be able to leave this island... and no longer would anyone be able to reach it. No one... unless blessed with a miracle.” Erika drags herself to her feet, cackles at the sky, and invites Battler to “entertain her.” here we go, chapter end

Like in Ep5, Erika’s welcomed as a guest, and everyone is enjoying a good conversation after dinner. Interesting - this is usually when Beato’s letter would surface from Maria or someone else, but this time, there’s no mention of such a thing.

“A strange family in a western mansion on an isolated island during a storm... Now that we have a detective stopping by to take shelter from the rain, we’ve got all the major factors lined up.” god damn it battler

Erika assures them that she’ll solve whatever crime might happen, and Krauss replies, “It almost sounds as though you want a bizarre crime to occur. I hope I don’t have to play the part of the victim.” ahaha oh man

and she goes off on a tangent about how there’s nothing new in the genre etc etc. y’know for a self-proclaimed detective she doesn’t seem to actually care much for mysteries does she

though i guess that’s kinda the point

“By that argument, wouldn’t it mean that romance was perfected back in Shakespeare’s time, so everything after that isn’t worth reading?” Erika replies yes, because of course she does.

“Just reading classics of the past and never anything new is being overly nostalgic, don’t you think? That sounds to me like the excuse of an old person who’s too lazy to read anything.” SHOTS FIRED

The conversation topic changes to Maria’s quiz book, and Erika starts rattling off the answers at an incredible rate. bern r u having fun

CHEESE RIDDLE

really though i don’t think i have much to say about this part other than it’s funny watching battler flail around while everyone else works it out

YOU CAN ONLY DO THIS BECAUSE IT’S CHEESE

Battler hitting upon his answer of one cut when the “correct” answer is three is interesting, though - it’s definitely not a conventional answer in any sense of the word, but in a way, I feel like that kind of thinking is how you need to approach Umineko itself. If you get caught up in the logistics of how the crimes could’ve been done, then you’re likely to miss the truth, even if you end up with “an answer.”

NOW I KNOW I’M READING TOO DEEP INTO THIS, GETTING MEANING OUT OF THE CHEESE RIDDLE

Erika is less than happy that Battler managed to figure out the “one slice” answer as well, though, heh.

Meanwhile, Ange concludes that Battler must’ve gotten it wrong, and Featherine just kinda laughs at her... before saying that the shape of the cheese isn’t specified in the rules. On the board, Battler says pretty much the same thing - while everyone else thought of a cheese wheel kind of thing immediately, he ended up thinking of sliced cheese.

“Since [the illustration of the cheese] hadn’t been shown, the interpretation of the cheese had been left to the answerer.”

Battler goes about demonstrating his answer. “With normal cheese, it’d break if you tried to fold it like this... but the rules say that this cheese can’t break unless you use a knife, right?” IT’S LIKE ALL THE RED TRUTH WORDPLAY

“We were thinking in three dimensions... but it looks like Battler-kun and Erika-chan were thinking in one dimension higher.” the magic of having a meta-world presence

Erika drops all pretenses of politeness at this point. “She was no longer a guest who would be staying until the storm passed. She had transformed into an annoying guest who wouldn’t leave until the storm passed...”

George tries changing the subject by springboarding off of the next puzzle (coins in cups), mentioning picking up coins with chopsticks, and Erika freaks out. lmao

And suddenly the narrative cuts back to meta-Battler in his logic error room from later on. I’d forgotten that it’s framed like this, to make it “concurrent” with the events on the gameboard.

In desperation, Battler runs into the bathroom, even though there’s no “exit” to speak of in there.

except of course smashing yourself to bits so you can fit down the bathtub drain (ryukishi why)

Next up, the windows, which have been clamped shut. I forgot just how chilling the atmosphere is during this whole sequence, not gonna lie...

Battler smashes a window open and tries sticking his arm out to break the window shutters... only for the glass to start growing and cutting into his arm. LOGIC ERRORS MAN

and there goes his finger jkfdshgjfkldhgfkljd

Back on the board, the cousins and Erika mention hearing a “clunking” sound. eep

At Erika’s prompting, Shannon mentions that there are guest rooms at the end of the hallway, though they aren’t being used. meta-battler would probably disagree

Erika and Battler trade a few jabs about her “role” as “detective”, while Shannon seems to be understandably spooked by it. kinda funny when, y’know, she’s the one killing everyone on the other boards

The cousins and Erika make their way to the front door, and as they pass by Beato’s portrait, Erika asks about it.

“Well, to be honest, I already know that it’s Beato’s portrait. Still, we only just walked past it in the last game, which is no fun.”

Shannon begins with “This is the Master’s benefactor, Beatrice-sama.” Interesting, was “benefactor” ever used to describe her in earlier Episodes? Let alone by any of the servants, or anyone who acknowledges her as a witch...

Oooh, this is interesting. Jessica brings up the ghost stories, and Battler recalls being afraid of them when he was younger. In response, Maria repeats the old adage of “she’s not scary if you respect her,” but this time, she also asks Shannon for her thoughts on the matter. On some level, Maria’s definitely aware that there’s some connection between Beato and Shannon (and Kanon), even if she just thinks “they’re friends” or some such.

Jessica giggles a bit, bringing up the story of the servant who got injured and quit. George joins in a bit, pointing out the main entrance staircase as being where said servant fell. spooky

I’m not quite sure how to express it in words here, but this is interesting - I do get the sense that Jessica and George are “in on something” in a way they weren’t before. Might just be confirmation bias, but hmm.

Erika asks for clarification on how the ghost stories and the portrait being put on display relate, and Shannon says that the ghost stories existed beforehand, but became more common once the portrait was put up.

And then, since she’s Erika, she dismisses it all as “worth less than the useless drivel of a half-sleeping nitwit,” much to Maria’s chagrin. In response, she just invites Beato to curse her, and Battler jokes about how having the detective killed right at the start is “a little too radical.” lmfao

Maria gets out her scorpion charms, Shannon remarks that spiderwebs are good as magic-repellants, and Maria says it’s because Beato’s “the incarnation of a butterfly.” Jessica responds in confusion that the spirits of Akujikishima were weak against spiders. Come to think of it, Ep6 is where we first start getting the hints that the “evil spirits” and “the ghost of the witch” tales combined to form Beato’s own mythology, isn’t it?

Everyone leaves the entrance hall... and chick!Beato arrives in front of the portrait of herself.

“Without a doubt, the figure depicted there was as like her as an image in a mirror. However, it felt as though its eyes and expression... were just a little different from hers.”

“Who... are you? ...Please tell me what kind of person you are... [...] ...Your wings should have existed for Father’s sake. ...Just when did you have one of those torn off... and end up so drastically different...?”

I’d completely forgotten this line, but now that I read it again, I absolutely love it.

Ahhh, right, this is where the narrative mentions that chick!Beato doesn’t have an adverse reaction to spiderwebs or scorpion charms.

Beato reaches out and touches the portrait, and it “ripples slightly.” something something Super Umineko 64

“...Yes. This is... a doorway. A doorway to the long path that would lead her to the Golden Witch, Beatrice...”

Chick!Beato falls through the portrait, and after resolving to “be born for Father’s sake,” she finds herself in the mansion’s entrance hall, face to face with... herself.

“That’s right... I wasn’t the only one born from the egg. She was also born. [...] ...Both of us are lacking something and immature. Yes. Both of us are chicks... but we are also... fragments of the true Beatrice.”

Elder Beato asks why chick Beato (I think I’m just gonna call them Chick and Elder from here on out) has the same face as her, and the narrative points out that she speaks the same way as the “true” Beato.

Elder’s profile is added to the menu at this point, and it’s pretty damn interesting - “A mysterious witch who existed even before the rules,” for one thing, as well as specifying her as the one who gave Shannon the gold butterfly brooch back in Ep2.

Elder posits herself as Chick’s older sister. I’d forgotten that it’s actually specified like this that “the witch of Rokkenjima” existed before Beato as we know her (i.e. the dress and hair).

Chick states that she wants to become “a complete Beatrice,” and Elder says that she herself was complete until Chick came along. Man, I’ve really forgotten everything about Ep6, haven’t I? This is a pretty obvious parallel to how Beato developed as one of Yasu’s characters, from pulling small pranks here and there to the Golden Witch herself.

Chick realizes that the portrait in the entrance hall is missing, meaning this has to be 1984 or earlier. She also puts herself forward as the ruler of the mansion at night, as other characters have said before.

The two of them head further into the mansion, with Elder planning on introducing Chick to her “boring everyday life.”

[mysticatto]

I- I- I-. COL. That was incredible! I wanna live in this story! Not even necessarily as Oak, but anyone who knows those people, and the love they have for each other. ♥

Spoilers ↓

Bucky Barnes had absolutely no fucking idea what he was doing.

What's new.

And suddenly a new tab was opening on his computer and he was purchasing a one-way plane ticket.

Impulse control? Non-existent.

It became harder when he moved back home to take care of his mom, where memories of you surrounded him, crushed him, and those caverns where he kept you ached from the constant reminder of your absence.

He loved you too much for that.

“Ay, babe! You comin’ or what?” A loud, annoyed voice echoed through the cemetery and you pulled back to look behind you.

*gagging noises*

“Y/n! Come on! I’m dyin’ over here.”

HOW DID OAK NOT LEAVE HIS ASS RIGHT THERE AND THEN?! HOW CAN ANYONE BE THIS FUCKING DENSE AND INSENSITIVE?!?!?!?!?!?! ARGRAZGHEK<GAKL *implodes*

Bucky jumped forward

SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKER

“Didn’t want to half-ass the kiss when I first saw ya.” Then the bastard winked and you felt your whole body evaporate.

*poof* <- me combusting

[…] and Bucky turned to you, eyes bouncing from your leg to your face with a mischievous grin as heat rose to your face

THUNDER (sorry, that song will forever be stuck in my head and THAT is definitely a trigger lmao)

Then, Bucky’s hand moved to your neck, pulling you to him so that he could place a sloppy, wet kiss on your cheek and you squealed while Steve groaned even louder than before, his face burrowing into his hands.

I’m CACKLING. At WORK. My colleagues think I’m crazy I guess The whole “Sarah’s gonna sell the house”-scene was so heartwarming, I CAN’T

“Oak, you wound me.” He kissed your forehead. “How could spending my day with my favorite person be anything but the best possible option?”

Kiss-ass lmao

[…]but instead found yourself entirely too distracted by the way veins of Bucky’s arms popped out as he lifted one of the pieces of wood to the wall to get anything done.

I’m not drooling. You’re drooling!

“Yes. That.” He swallowed, still avoiding your gaze. “I know you said you didn’t want to stay with them because you didn’t want to be a problem - and I speak for everyone when I say I hope you know that is the farthest thing from the truth - and that you were okay with finding a place for yourself. I wanted to…,” he blushed, the man freaking blushedeven though he still wasn’t looking at you, “I wanted to see if that was true? If you were okay and ready to live on your own? Because if not, you could, like….well I have an empty room you’re welcome to-”

That WHOLE sequence. The beef cake himself stuttering and babbling and rambling. I LOVE it.

“When I showed this to John, he told me not to reach out to you or anyone. Said he needed to take care of it internally for legal reasons or some bullshit. Don’t know what the hell he’s been doing this whole time.”

Fire him! Fucking hell.

“We got him.”

Yay Sersi! Go Sersi!

“only blocked the door to the bar to scare you, he didn’t think you would actually be trapped and might die.”

John was on permanent suspension from the Plainberry Police Department for not processing a formal report after Dum Dum had told him about the night at the bar like he should have.

Good for John! Serves him right!

He tried to give a bullshit excuse that he didn’t think it was that big of a deal, but one death glare from Sarah had him cowering back and admitting that he fucked up.

Again:

My forehead hurts.

You laughed, shaking your head. “No.” Bucky frowned. “I’ll say fuck yes.”

You wann give that man a heart attack? Fuckin hell lmao

She was beautiful.

In the Embers ~ 9

Pairing: Firefighter!Bucky x F!Plus Size!Adopted Rogers!Reader

WC: 6k

Summary: After returning home from a failed career as an artist in LA, you are reunited with the boy next door who has always owned a piece of your heart, and there’s no running from each other this time.

Chapter Note: Time to wrap some loose ends up. The end is approaching <3

Chapter Warnings: Bucky and Oak being so in love and gross also it gets angsty as FUCK in the beginning sorry not sorry lollll

Series Masterlist / Series Playlist

NINE MONTHS AGO

Bucky Barnes had absolutely no fucking idea what he was doing.

The whole situation he had put himself in was the textbook definition of this could have been an email. To be fair, that was his original intention, it was just that he didn’t have your number, and it felt like asking Steve for that information would have turned this into a much bigger deal than he wanted (especially after his very fair and reasonable reaction when Bucky fucked up his last profession of love to you).

In the end though, that was exactly what happened, because when Bucky went to search for your contact information on your website, he saw the posting for a gallery showing you were presenting at in Los Angeles tomorrow night. And suddenly a new tab was opening on his computer and he was purchasing a one-way plane ticket.

He had the next two days off at the fire station, anyway. Might as well actually use the time off instead of just picking up overtime shifts like he always did.

Now, here he was, standing in the streets of Downtown LA wearing black slacks and a maroon button up, eyes glued to his phone as he tried to navigate himself to your art preview. To you.

He had no idea what he was going to do, what he was going to say. All he knew was that he needed to see you.

It had been easy to keep his feelings shoved in the deepest, darkest caverns of his heart when he was overseas fighting for his country - even though you found your way into his dreams almost every night. It became harder when he moved back home to take care of his mom, where memories of you surrounded him, crushed him, and those caverns where he kept you ached from the constant reminder of your absence.

Then, his mom passed away, and you came to the funeral. It was the first time that he had seen you face to face instead of behind his eyelids, and all the emotions he had spent years trying to snuff out ignited within him.

You looked so different. Smaller, and not just physically. There was less light radiating off of you, less warmth. He figured it had to do with the circumstances: the funeral, having to return home after making it clear that you didn’t want to come back, seeing him for the first time after he finally found the courage to begin explaining how he had felt about you for years, only to immediately run away because he was afraid to hurt you the way he old man had hurt him and his mom. He’d rather live the rest of his life with the ache of losing you than be the cause of that kind of suffering for you.

He loved you too much for that.

Bucky swore that he tried his best to stay away from you, to give you the space you needed to grieve the woman you loved without feeling any discomfort from his presence. But he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you, and at one point, after the burial while everyone was walking through the cemetery to their respective vehicles, he allowed himself one last glance, only to find that you had also taken this moment to look over at him, too. Your eyes locked, and you gave him a small smile as you walked up to him.

Bucky was in so much pain. His mom was gone and it felt like he was totally lost, floating in this weird limbo surrounded by darkness. Yet there you were, this beacon, drawing him to you as if there was some sort of magnetic tether he couldn’t- wouldn’t tear himself away from.

You opened up your arms, and Bucky finally allowed himself to be selfish, to fall into your embrace and hold you as if you were the only thing keeping him on two feet.

“I’m so sorry, Bucky,” you whispered over his shoulder, voice thick with grief.

“Me too, Oak.” For so many reasons that he couldn’t even begin to cover. He didn’t want to think about that right now. He just wanted to focus on the feeling of his arms around you, to hold onto the memory of it and allow it to sustain him for the rest of his days.

“Ay, babe! You comin’ or what?” A loud, annoyed voice echoed through the cemetery and you pulled back to look behind you.

Bucky felt his heart cleave in two as he followed your eye-line. He had heard rumors from Steve about the hot shot LA guy you’d been with the last few years. He looked like a real asshole, if Bucky was being honest, and he really wished that he could have explicitly uninvited this dude from his mother’s funeral. But he was your partner, the man who had been there for you after Bucky chose not to, when he had forfeited any right to judge who you wanted to be with.

Even if they seemed like a douchebag.

You looked back to him, beautiful eyes wide with a million thoughts behind them, your mouth slightly open as if you might want to speak on them.

Instead, your mouth closed, and you gave Bucky’s arms a light squeeze. “We gotta go, our flight takes off in a few hours.”

He nodded. “Thank you for coming. It’s….it’s really good to see you.”

Your lips pressed together and you bobbed your head up and down. “You too. Sorry I haven’t been around-”

“Y/n! Come on! I’m dyin’ over here.”

Bucky’s jaw worked while you looked back at your boyfriend, fighting back the urge to run over and clock the guy for the fucking horrible comment.

You looked back at him once more, eyes piercing his and Bucky’s lungs nearly gave up as he lost himself in the stunning hues of your irises.

“I’m sorry, we just- Brock is…we need to go. I’ll see you around, okay Buck?”

He nodded, allowing himself one more selfish moment as he pulled you in for a final hug, eliciting a small gasp from you. It had nearly killed him to let you go all those years ago, and he didn’t know if he had the strength to do it again.

But for you, he would find it. He would always do whatever he could to protect you.

“Goodbye, Oak.”

Turns out he wasn’t strong enough, because for months the ache of losing you a second time consumed him, and he felt as if he was drowning. Your absence in all of the places where he slowly fell in love with you while growing up were suffocating. He couldn’t go through with it this time, not without laying everything out for you, leaving it in the open in case there was a chance you felt the same.

When you were kids, it seemed like you did. Now? All he could do was hope.

Which was what brought him to this moment, walking through the glass doors of the gala, maneuvering his way through the crowds until he found your exhibit.

He was always awestruck with your work, sometimes sneaking peaks in your room when you weren’t home to admire your paintings, or staring at the ones hung up on the display boards outside the art room in school. Seeing what was produced from the thing that brought you such joy made Bucky’s heart swell every time.

These ones at the gala were…different. He wasn’t sure what it was about your new pieces, the bareness of the trees, the lack of color that used to fill every white space. There were aspects of them that he knew made the art yours, but there was a hardness, a lifelessness to them that was unfamiliar.

“Can I help you find anything, man?” Bucky turned at the sound of the familiar voice, a scowl forming on his face before he even locked eyes with your boyfriend. Brock’s eyes widened in recognition, and his fake smile widened. “Oh, hey! You’re one of Y/n’s old friends from home, right? We saw you at your mom’s funeral.”

God, this guy is the worst, Bucky thought as he gave Brock a single nod in response. “I’m looking for Oa- Y/n. Is she here?”

Brock shook his head, using his best salesman voice, “Nah, she’s actually in San Fran meeting with some investors who want to give her permanent gallery space. Lot of big things ahead and hopefully no slowing down anytime soon!”

Bucky’s chest ached, both out of pride for your success and realization that he shouldn’t have come, shouldn’t have allowed himself to be selfish and try to take you away from every opportunity you had worked so hard for.

He cleared his throat. “That’s awesome. Good for her. No one deserves it more.”

Brock’s eyes knit together in skepticism, fake smile faltering ever so slightly. “I agree. Did you, uh, want me to tell her you stopped by?”

“No, that’s not necessary. I was…just in the area so I thought I’d stop by. I should get going.”

Brock nodded, and Bucky turned to leave, a new ache forming as his heart officially ripped in two as he forced himself to finally let you go.

Just before he stepped out of your exhibit, a flash of blue caught his eye and he looked to his right, finding one of the few paintings of yours that actually had color to it.

It was a tree covered with stars and surrounded by blue, a boy and a girl sitting at the top.

A small smile curved up his lips and he turned back to Brock.

“How much for this one?”

NOW

“I can’t decide whether I would ever want to meet the person who thought to themselves, ‘You know what would make this turkey taste better? Shoving fruit up its ass.’”

Your mom snorted, shaking her head as she continued peeling potatoes. “I bet they were just trying to think of ways to keep their annoying children busy.”

You scoffed, debating as you washed your hands whether to flick sink water at your mother but - upon noticing how close she was to the knife block - decided to just stick your tongue out her instead like the mature adult you were.

Mom beamed, and you caught a slight shimmer in her eyes and your brows furrowed. “What’s wrong?”

She shook her head. “Nothing. You just-” she sighed, “It’s nice to see you so happy.”

You cocked your head to the side with a small smile, drying your hands with a towel and then walking over to hug your mom.

“Love you momma,” you whispered.

“I love you too, honey. Every day I feel more and more lucky that I get to be your momma.”

A knock came at the door a few moments later just as you put the fruit-filled turkey in the oven and you checked the clock on the microwave with a smile. It was five minutes before the others were told to arrive, meaning the person waiting outside most likely wasn’t Steve and Nat.

You scurried over, yelling over your shoulder, “I’ll get it!”

You paused once you reached the door, running your hands over your burnt-orange sweater dress, inspecting your black tights for any holes or runs (aside from the pre-existing one on your thigh that was just high up enough to be covered by the dress). Finally, once you deemed that all was well, you reached for the knob and pulled the door open.

Bucky jumped forward - as if the wooden structure had been holding him back for hours rather than just a few seconds - barely taking the time to look at you before his lips connected with yours, his hands moving up to cradle your face. You only had a fraction of a second to let out a yelp in surprise before your brain had become mush and you sighed into his lips, resting your hands on his waist.

It had been days since you had first gotten to experience this, and countless repeats in between, and yet you were still unsure whether you would get used to the sensation of kissing Bucky. The way it went from the top of your head to the tips of your toes, this buzzing feeling that made you dizzy, your knees weak.

Luckily, you had a tall, beefy, handsome as hell firefighter to lean on.

After not nearly enough time, Bucky pulled away from you, eyes half-open and a lazy grin on his beautiful face.

“Happy Thanksgiving, Oak,” he whispered, lips inches from yours.

You bit your bottom lip as a smile threatened to split your face in two. “Happy Thanksgiving, Buck.”

He scrunched his nose in delight at the dreamlike sound of your voice, eyes gazing lovingly into yours before finally stepping back to grab the three pie dishes placed on the steps outside the door.

Your brows furrowed. “Why did you put the pies down?”

His grin widened as he stood straight. “Didn’t want to half-ass the kiss when I first saw ya.” Then the bastard winked and you felt your whole body evaporate.

Still, you attempted to keep your cool and scoffed. “What if my mom answered the door?”

A casual shrug. “I’m an army vet. Got fast reflexes. Besides, I’m five minutes early and we both know the chances of Steve being the one knocking were nonexistent. And maybe I assumed that you would be excited to see me and book it to the door before Sarah had a chance to hear someone arrive.” He winked at you and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Can’t argue with that logic.” You stood up on your toes and Bucky took that as his cue to lean forward for another chaste kiss, your hands resting on the deep green fabric covering his solid chest.

And though each kiss made your heart flutter as if it were the first, it amazed you how easily the two of you molded into one another. It felt like you and Bucky were two pieces of a puzzle that fit together perfectly, so much so that it was a bit difficult to break apart.

Some might even say impossible.

Steve and Nat arrived moments later with extra food goodies, and once everything had been cooked and put together, you all made your way to the dinner table. Bucky sat next to you, his chair closer than it probably needed to be, but you liked that the lack of space allowed him to grab your hand underneath the table with ease.

At one point, Bucky’s hand rested on your thigh, his thumb stroking your leg just at the hem of your dress. You tried to swipe it away before he located the hole in your stocking, but you were too late, and Bucky turned to you, eyes bouncing from your leg to your face with a mischievous grin as heat rose to your face. His finger poked its way through to rub against the exposed skin of your leg and for a moment your heart actually stopped.

His low, rumbly chuckle at your reaction caught the attention of Steve who groaned once he observed you two.

“Look,” he started with an exasperated tone, “I know I said I wanted you two to get together, but that doesn’t not make it weird to see my best friend feel up my sister.”

You scoffed. “Mind your business, Stevie!”

At the same time, Nat lightly hit him on the chest with the back of her hand as she mumbled, “Let them be cute and awkward. It’s adorable!”

“Listen,” Steve protested, arm waving in the air, gesturing to you and Bucky, “I just want hands to be where I can see ‘em!”

Bucky shook his head at Steve, lifting both his hands in the air and you rolled your eyes at the drama of it all.

Then, Bucky’s hand moved to your neck, pulling you to him so that he could place a sloppy, wet kiss on your cheek and you squealed while Steve groaned even louder than before, his face burrowing into his hands.

“Alright kids,” Mom started, laughing at all the hullabaloo before her, “Let’s settle down already. There’s something I want to talk to you all about, anyways.”

Everyone turned their attention to your mom at the head of the table as she interlaced her fingers in front of her. She stared at them for a few moments before her eyes scanned the table to meet each of yours and she continued.

“You all know that I went to Florida the other week for vacation, but that wasn’t the only reason. I was actually looking at a condo for sale that’s next to a few friends. I spoke with the property manager and put in an offer the other day. So I’m selling the house and moving in January.”

All blood drained from your face as panic coursed through you. Selling the house? But this was your home, always had been. And your mom was leaving? Had all of the air suddenly left the room?

“What?” you asked, your voice small and quiet.

She pursed her lips and gave you a single nod. “This house is just too big for me, and though I have loved having you here this past month, I know that you’re taking steps to find a place on your own and I’ll be here again. Plus, I’ve been thinking about retiring at the end of the year, so the timing of it all makes sense. And you don’t have to move out in January. In fact, I’ll need you all to help pack this place up and help me sell it, and that’ll take months, so you still have time to get your situation figured out, baby.”

You turned your gaze to a shocked Bucky next to you, who took your handle with a gentle squeeze and a small nod, silently telling you that it would be okay. You nodded back, as you felt tears well in your eyes.

Then, you looked to Steve, who seemed much more calm about the whole situation as he and Nat exchanged glances. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder and looked back at your mom.

“We want to buy the house,” he started, voice hopeful. “We were actually thinking of talking to you about it in a few months now that we have some money saved up. We know you’ve wanted to downsize, and we’ve always loved this house. It was actually Nat’s idea.” He looked at Nat again with a fond expression and she gave him her classic side smile. “We probably can’t afford what you would list it for, but we can give you a decent amount if that’s okay.”

Your mom smiled, reaching over to grab Steve’s hand, tears welling in her eyes as well. “I think I can work something out for my boy.”

Steve beamed, looking back at Nat with the brightest smile you had ever seen. Nat gave him a smile and winked, and you saw tears forming in her eyes as well.

“Does this mean we get to be neighbors again, Stevie?” Bucky asked, and you turned to find the face of a 12-year-old kid, grinning with excitement.

Steve leaned across the table, high-fiving his best friend. “Hell yeah it does!” Then, he directed his attention to you, expression serious. “Y/n, you’re welcome to live here with us if you want. Just to give you more time to find a place you can afford. We don’t want you to feel like you’re being kicked out before you’re ready.”

You shook your head. “I appreciate it, I really do, but I think it’s time for me to move out anyways. I can try to sell some of the pieces I’ve been painting recently, and maybe I can start teaching classes or something as a side job. I just really want to get a place for myself. I’ve loved living here and I cannot begin to express how much I appreciate you all being there for me while I got my shit- everything together. I love you all so much.”

“We’d do anything and everything for you, Y/n,” Nat said. “Whatever you need, we’re here to help. You’re not alone in this.”

Bucky squeezed his hand in agreement, and you met his eyes as he nodded at you.

“We’ll figure it out. Together, okay?”

There were still so many things to figure out, so many more stressful decisions to make and sleepless nights ahead.

But in this moment, you knew with unyielding confidence that with the people sitting around you, everything was going to turn out alright.

Which was what allowed you to smile at Bucky as you nodded back. “Okay.”

“Buck, this is supposed to be your day off,” you said, smiling from ear to ear as he wrapped his arms around you from behind, placing a kiss where the base of your neck met your shoulder, causing your head to momentarily spin.

He chuckled, warm air hitting your skin as he rocked you from side to side. “And?”

You shook your head, gesturing to the tool box he had rested on the bar upon arrival. “You should be home relaxing, not here at the bar working!”

He tsked, spinning you around and taking the broom from your hands, resting it on a stool and intertwining his fingers around you, an innocent smile on his face.

“Oak, you wound me.” He kissed your forehead. “How could spending my day with my favorite person be anything but the best possible option?”

Your giggle was cut off by his lips as they landed on yours, and you ran your fingers through his hair, pulling him closer, drinking in every bit of Bucky as you could.

“Babe,” you muttered, finally pulling away, “You know that Sarah isn’t paying me to spend the whole time kissing you, right?”

He frowned. “You should really add that to your list of responsibilities, love.”

Rolling your eyes, you gently pushed him back and he complied with a pout, but you could still see the corners of his mouth fighting to curve their way up his beautiful face. “I’ll be sure to bring it up during a team meeting or something.”

He wiggled his eyebrows in agreement, opening up his tool box and moving toward the pieces of wood that were stacked at the back of the bar. You grabbed the broom, ready to start sweeping, but instead found yourself entirely too distracted by the way veins of Bucky’s arms popped out as he lifted one of the pieces of wood to the wall to get anything done.

He turned his head, two nails held securely between his teeth, to find you gaping at him. He gave you a side smile and a wink and you looked away, heat rising to your face.

“Think you can help me over here, Oak?” he asked, voice coated with smugness. You glared at him and he shook his head. “I promise I’m not gonna kiss you - even though I really, really want to. I actually need help keeping this shelf secured.”

You walked over slowly, expression still skeptical as you approached him. When you finally reached him, Bucky gestured to where he needed you to hold the piece and you complied. Right as he took the nails out of his mouth and grabbed the hammer at his side he smiled, then leaned forward with lightning speed for another kiss.

“Sorry,” he said when he pulled back to meet your glare. He shrugged. “Couldn’t help myself.”

He snuck in a few kisses here and there as you helped him build the new drink shelves, and you complained about it way less than you should have.

“So,” Bucky started a few minutes later, his eyes glued to the part of the shelf he was working on, “About the conversation at Thanksgiving.”

Your brows furrowed. “Which part? My mom abandoning us to live it up in the sunshine and Steve and Nat getting the house and me having no idea what I’m doing next?”

He snorted. “Yes. That.” He swallowed, still avoiding your gaze. “I know you said you didn’t want to stay with them because you didn’t want to be a problem - and I speak for everyone when I say I hope you know that is the farthest thing from the truth - and that you were okay with finding a place for yourself. I wanted to…,” he blushed, the man freaking blushed even though he still wasn’t looking at you, “I wanted to see if that was true? If you were okay and ready to live on your own? Because if not, you could, like….well I have an empty room you’re welcome to-”

“Are you asking me to move in with you?”

His head whipped over to you just as he was hammering a nail into the wood, and instead hit his thumb. “Fuck,” he swore, dropping the nails and looking at his thumb, then looking at you, eyes wide. “I mean, well yes, but only if you want to-”

“Holy shit are you okay?” you asked at the same time, holding up the wood with one hand and grabbing Bucky’s with your other to inspect his thumb.

“It’s fine, I’m fine, everything is fine. You know what? Let’s ignore the last two minutes and pretend nothing happened-”

The door to Wilson’s pulled open, and the two of you shot your heads in its direction to find Dum Dum Dugan strolling in.

His brows furrowed as he guided the door closed, sensing the tenseness in the air. “Hope I’m not interrupting anything…”

You and Bucky exchanged glances before you looked back to Dum Dum with a smile, shaking your head. “Not at all, Dum Dum! Good to see you.”

He grinned, nodding his head as he approached the bar. “Likewise. That’s partly the reason why I stopped by. I miss coming here and spendin’ time with ya.” His brows furrowed again and he looked at Bucky’s hand. “You okay, Barnes? Your thumb is turning purple.”

Bucky’s smile looked more like a grimace and he held up the hammer. “Good thing my football days are over, right coach?”

Dum Dum barked out a laugh, shaking his head and walking behind the bar. “Here, let me help.”

With the three of you working, the shelves were installed in no time. It was nice having Dum Dum there for company, catching up on how he had been since the fire, what he had been up to.

“I went down south to visit my sister and her family for the holidays, which was nice. But it’s still pretty annoying,” he muttered while you and Bucky shared a confused look, “I thought that in the week that I was away the police would have gotten back to me about my report.”

You pulled back from the shelf as Dum Dum hammered in the final nail, crossing your arms over your chest. “What report? Did something happen?”

Dum Dum scowled, eyes darting between you and Bucky. “Walker hasn’t reached out to you?” It was clear you still had no idea what was going on and he shook his head with a sigh. “That fucking ding dong.”

Dum Dum pulled out his phone as he continued, “I went to the station and met with John - because he was the only one working and I had no choice - a few days after the fire. Noticed a strange looking car in the lot as I was leaving all on its lonesome and took a photo of it because, well to be honest, I had never seen such a ridiculous, expensive looking vehicle in my life.”

He extended the phone to the two of you and you gasped, one hand reaching out for it while Bucky grabbed your other.

“When I showed this to John, he told me not to reach out to you or anyone. Said he needed to take care of it internally for legal reasons or some bullshit. Don’t know what the hell he’s been doing this whole time.”

You weren’t able to fully process that last part of Dum Dum’s story. Your brain was too busy focusing on the photo in front of you.

Of the bright yellow Tesla, with a California license plate.

“No fucking way,” you breathed out.

You called Sarah immediately, asking her to grab Sam and Sersi and get to the bar now.

They were there in 20 minutes, and after Dum Dum relayed his story to them, and showed the photo of Brock’s car in the Wilson’s parking lot with a timestamp that read 15 minutes before your 9-1-1 call to report the fire, Sersi grabbed her phone and started making a few calls.

“That motherfucker,” Sarah grumbled as her sister-in-law continued muttering into her phone.

Sam grunted in agreement. “I have half a mind to drive down to LA and kick that guy’s ass.”

“Get in line,” Sarah, Bucky, and Dum Dum replied in unison. Sam’s eyes widened and you let out a shaky laugh, the whole ordeal causing your entire body to freak out. Bucky heard the uneasiness in your voice and tightened his hold around your shoulder to comfort you.

When Sersi finally hung up, she looked you in the eye with a satisfied smile on her face.

“We got him.”

Things moved quickly after that. LAPD apprehended Brock at his home within the hour to take in for questioning. He gave a shit alibi that they were able to disprove almost immediately. Once he realized that he was caught, he still tried his best to save face, saying that he “only blocked the door to the bar to scare you, he didn’t think you would actually be trapped and might die.”

He was locked up and waiting to face trial for arson, destruction of property, and attempted voluntary manslaughter.

John was on permanent suspension from the Plainberry Police Department for not processing a formal report after Dum Dum had told him about the night at the bar like he should have. He tried to give a bullshit excuse that he didn’t think it was that big of a deal, but one death glare from Sarah had him cowering back and admitting that he fucked up.

And because Sersi was an absolute beast, and Brock was a total asshole that no one wanted to work with, she was able to forgo a trial and forced Brock to plead guilty for a slightly better sentence.

10 years in prison, permanent restraining order for you against him, and money for Sarah to cover damages for the bar.

Lastly, you would finally gain possession of everything Brock owned through your assets. The apartment, the car, and most importantly, your art.

It was all finally yours again. You were finally, completely free of Brock’s hold.

You knew you would never forget the feeling of Bucky’s arms wrapping around you as you cried from the overwhelming sense of relief, holding you up as the weight of all of the hope you had tried to let go of but still held onto had finally come to fruition. Telling you how proud he was as he kissed your temple, whispering that everything was going to be okay.

And it was.

You sold the apartment and the car, then auctioned off your remaining paintings to raise funds for a local domestic shelter.

You would never stop being grateful for the help and support you got from your friends and family once you returned home with almost nothing, and wanted to make sure that others would be able to find that same help when they needed it most.

You and Bucky were at his place chilling on the couch, his head on your lap as he read The Name of the Wind. You were simultaneously running your fingers through his hair with one hand and using a laser pointer to play with Alpine with the other, the chaotic sounds of her feet zipping around the floor and jumping up the walls mixing with the vinyl of Fleetwood Mac’s Rumors playing softly in the background.

Throughout all of the craziness that ensued over the past few weeks since Thanksgiving, you were thankful for moments like this to keep you grounded. The calmness found in the in-between with your favorite person.

And now you were most likely going to ruin it all by opening your mouth.

“Yes and no,” you said softly, keeping your eyes trained on Alpine’s moving form as Bucky looked up at you.

“Hm?”

You swallowed. “That day at the bar, you said I could move in with you if I wanted.” Bucky’s body tensed, and he shot up to face you, nodding slowly. You put down the laser and began fidgeting with your hands on your lap, keeping your eyes locked on his. “I know you offered that when I was in a tight spot, which I’m not in anymore, and now that I think about it I should probably check to see if that was just you being nice-”

“It wasn’t,” Bucky cut you off, taking your hand in his. “I asked you to move in with me because I want you to.”

You smiled, leaning forward to press your lips to his.

When you pulled back, you answered, “Yes and no.”

Bucky’s eyes narrowed. “I’m still confused by this..”

You gave his hand a quick squeeze, and after letting out a long sigh, you continued, “Yes, I want to live with you,” his eyes brightened as his face switched to that boyish grin, “But-” the smile faltered slightly, “I just…..I don’t think I want to right now. I just got out of living with someone who for years belittled me and controlled every aspect of my life, and of course I know that you would never, ever put me in a situation like that. It’s just that I’m finally at a point where I’m learning to take care of myself, without having to put someone else’s needs before mine when they weren’t doing the same. I think I need to just live on my own for a bit, to prove to myself that though I can depend on others who love and care about me, I don’t need to. I want to know that I can take care of myself. So the answer is yes, of course I want to live with my favorite person on the planet, just not right now, if that’s okay with you.”

Bucky stared at you with a look of complete and total adoration, his thumb stroking your knuckles.

“Does this mean that if I ask again in a year-ish, you’ll say yes?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “No.”

Bucky frowned.

“I’ll say fuck yes.” And then you captured his laugh within your lips.

You sat in the makeshift art studio in your garage, adding some last minute touches onto the colorful canvas.

Finally, after one last stroke, you lowered the brush, leaning back to stare at your work.

This was unlike anything you had ever painted before. It had always been an idea, a spark of inspiration that rested deep in the back of your mind, but never something you felt any real desire to work on. It had always been too terrifying of a project to bring to life due to the fact that it was so raw, so real, so personal.

Because it was you.

Your eyes swept over the portrait of the woman before you. One who had been through hell and back again, lost herself in every sense of the way, and had somehow found her way back.

You looked at the bags under her eyes, the messy, frazzled hair, the roundness of her face.

The wideness of her smile while caught mid-laugh, her scrunched nose, the crinkles in the corners of her eyes, the slight sparkle within the irises brought only from pure and total joy.

Surrounded by leaves in various shades of red, orange, and yellow, as if a burning beacon of light. An imperfect woman caught in a perfect moment.

You raised a hand to gently run a finger along the apple of her cheek, and smiled.

She was beautiful.

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like we can’t guess what’s coming when the boys are standing thissss close to the pool. pfffffft. 🙄🙄🙄

shivika and ruvya ka toh theek hai, but why are rikara glaring at each other like that? unke beech toh sab theek hai. 🤔🤔🤔

OUFF WHY IS THIS SCENE SO BADLY.... LIKE CHOREOGRAPHED AND COORDINATED. IT’S ANNOYING ME. 😤😤😤

billu just haaaaaaaaad to open his mouth. he just had to. take it away, girls. give him what he deserves. 😑😑😑

iske chakkar mein, bechaare omru bhi phas gaye. 😕😕😕

lol, yeah ok, how did they go from outside the pool, to that little seedi at the perimeter. pffffffffffffft. and i think shivaay’s shoes disappeared too. 😆😆😆

om is like MY HAIRRRRRRRRRRR GODDAMNIT I JUST GOT A BLOWOUT TODAY!!!!!!!!!!! 😂😂😂

ughhhhhhhhhhh, what is this pinky/ragini nonsense? ragini, girl pleaseeeeee. just act alone. you’re so much more fun to watch. 😊😊😊

he’s the most WHAT guy in the world? IDOL??? (pfffffffft, more like MOST IDLE GUY in the world. 😒😒😒)

lmaooooo, ragini’s little dance. 😂😂😂

hahaha, her little weird eyeroll at pinky’s affectionnnnn. this girl really doesn’t know whatttttt she’s getting herself into with this family. 😆😆😆

oh i loooooooove the girls’ outfits! they all look soooo good! 😍😍😍

lmao anika is sooooooooo me. leader of the misandry club. 😈😈😈

whyyyyyy are these idiots walking around the house dripping? ugh men. 😒😒😒

hahahahaha anika’s repressed laughing. 😂😂😂

as usual, bulbul is first to broker peace with bade bhaiyya. #brOTP 😘😘😘

heeee heeee heee “nandi bel waale seeengh” 😂😂😂

EET KA JAWAAB... CHEENKH SE DENGE 😆😆😆

what kinda weaksauce immune system do these boys have, that they’ve caught a cold from being wet for 5 minutes? 😕😕😕

why is billu staring at wife so soulfully, out of the blue? 😯😯😯

lololololololol OMRU. i fucking love these two idiots so much. 😂😂😂

... what is with the weird homoeroticism in this scene? they’re brothers ffs. keep that wincest kinda crap outta my show! 😑😑😑

... idhar iska taadna khatam nahi hua? 

dekh lo bhai, dekh lo, apna hi maal hai, jitna chaahe dekh lo. 😌😌😌

ok blowing a SNEEZE completely out of proportion is weird, not romantic. 🙄🙄🙄

devranis be like ok too much sexual tension and faraq in this room. let’s gtfo. 😂😂😂

“dekh rahi thi, ya TAAAAAAD rahi thi?” 😏😏😏

holy shit, his sexy whispering. *fans self* 😯😯😯

... kudos to my girl for resisting dripping wet and intensely staring baagad billa with this much confidence. 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

time for anika to return the sexy whispering. 😏😏😏

is he even listening to her, coz he’s just staring at her lips... 😯😯😯

THIS FUCKING TEASE. FUCKKKKKKKKKKKK YOU BILLU. YOU DESERVE ALL THE BLUE BALLS YOU HAVE COMING AT YOU. DIE IN AGONY. 😡😡😡😡😡

okay, stop going all MOM on him girl. he’s already got one screechy, naggy mom. 🙄🙄🙄

oh boy. he’s going to escalate this. 😬😬😬

THIS ASSHOLE. THIS FUCKING ASSHOLE. 😤😤😤

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOO RAGINIIIIIIIIII. 😂😂😂😂😂😂

ok that’s it. i love ragini. i fucking loveeeeeee herrrrr and her overdramatic ass. 😆😆😆

stop skulking around the house and frightening the devranis, billu. 😒😒😒

OUFF OH THIS BULBUL AND HER VULNERABILITY TO BADE BHAIYYA. saara plan paros ke rakh rahi hai uske saamne. 😑😑😑

snort, devranis fully calling out bade bhaiyya’s undeniable raging crush on his own wife. 🙃🙃🙃

gauriiiiii. what a sayyaaaani chirraiyya you are. you do that girl. you maintain your distance. play hard to get. make him work to win you, queen! 😌😌😌

oh ho scene is getting too cheesy now. gtfo here, girls. 😣😣😣

billu’s dimaag ke phurze are finally beginning to turn. 🙄🙄🙄

ouff again with the weird homoerotic nonsense. stop it. 😤😤😤

why do the oberois have such sasta looking terrible furniture? my ikea drawers are better than these. 😕😕😕

anika is taking her responsibility of being leader verrrrrrrrry seriously. 😐😐😐

ok i like bhavya’s dynamics in these girly scenes. just keep her away from rudra. 😕😕😕

..... and what help is that going to be, anika? who’s going to even notice one random bottle kept in one corner? 🙄🙄🙄

oh. our billu’s kanji aankhein are! waaaaaaah. kya pyaaaaaar hai. 🤐🤐🤐

“obviously, my brothers.”

OBVIOUSLY. 🙄🙄🙄

why isn’t his Awareness™ working now? 😒😒😒

lol awwwwwwwwwwww, look at these three idiots just grinning at each other. ugh. i love these stupid boys so much. 👶🏽👶🏽👶🏽

bade bhaiyya here, repping his bulbul. will defend her to death. ugh, when will your #brOTP ever be this adorable????????? 😘😘😘

LMAO THE WORD “DEVI” TRIGGERS RUDRA. 😂😂😂

um, omkara, it’s not that deep fam. why are you over-analyzing this? 😕😕😕

oh. that’s what rudra’s issue is. fragile male ego. pffffffft. 😑😑😑

oh i justttttttttt realized that common theme of all the girls being protective shields to these men. nice. nice nice nice. 😌😌😌

... they literally have nothing else to talk about. 😗😗😗

LMAO PYAAR HUMEIN KIS MOD PE LE AAYA HAHAHAHAHAHA 😂😂😂

hahahaha, billu the long-suffering veteran, dealing with his newly love-struck brothers. 😆😆😆

OK WHAT EVEN IS THIS ACID TRIP WAALA SONG SEQUENCE. I’M BOTH CACKLING AND DYING OF MICHMICHIIIIIII. 😬😬😬

is this whole episode going to be about these stupid boys’ shitty immune systems? it’s a fucking cold. they’ll get over it. jesus. awaiiii baat ka batangad. 😑😑😑

my babies looking hotttttttttt in white. 😍😍😍

sexy faraq scene? 😏😏😏

oh. no. it’s a dadi scene. pfffffffft. 😣😣😣

oufffff daaaaaadi and her ishqbaazi nonsense again. 😒😒😒

ok dadi, no need to blame poor billu for this. those two are fucking up all on their own accord. 🙄🙄🙄

they’re gonna team up to shipppppp devar/devranis. 😊😊😊

ugh why is ragini is this terribleeeee top again? 😣😣😣

i think her crazy is directly related to this outfit. every time she wears it, she goes off the fucking rails. 😕😕😕

snort, she’s back to angrily eating cucumbers. it really IS her comfort food. 😯😯😯

samar, why and how so rational? it’s very unnerving when a person is... NORMAL... in this show. 😟😟😟

can we know what was behind samar’s 180 waala behaviour? why did he refuse to recognize anika from the day in the chawl? 🤔🤔🤔

MOTI? ANIKA?????????? 

samar (sotto voce): woh moti toh nahi hai? ragini: MUJH JAISI PATLI BHI NAHI HAI, BHAIYYA! 

lmaoooooo. 😂😂😂

also samar may have a wee crushy-wush on anika? 😏😏😏 as long as he’s a decent dude at the end of it all, i don’t really mind. i’ve come around to his calming personality. burn, billllllllllllu, burnnnnn. 🔥🔥🔥

be scared, samar. be scaaaaaaared. 😐😐😐

haaaye. billu in black. be still my beating heart. 💗💗💗

pfffft, why the f are YOU upset, om? she’s the one who should be upset. 

my god, WHAT A FUCK BOY YOU ARE OM. SHE’LL ACCEPT YOUR APOLOGY WHEN SHE’S READY. UGH. 😒😒😒

cupid is a good look on shivaay. i liiiiiiiiiike. 👼🏽👼🏽👼🏽

hee hee hee return of the “chantuuumaiiii” 😆😆😆

am i more attracted to anika or shivaay rn? i can’t tell tbqh. 🤔🤔🤔

ouffff, everyone is toooo involved in everyone else’s love life. apna apna dekh liya hota toh ab tak sab ke bachche bhi hue hote. 🙄🙄🙄

ragini is just straight up fessing that their engagement is jhoot-moot ka, in front of anika?? 😯😯😯

why is shivaay not telling khanna to track/trace the number, like he does EVERY. SINGLE. TIME? 😐😐😐

shivaay asking the right questions for once. 😐😐😐

ouff anika, is baat ke liye jealousy? come onnnnnnnnn. 🙄🙄🙄

meanwhile, his hands remain resolutely by his sides, like he’s playing thakur from sholay or something. 😂😂😂

*slips gulNeet 100 rs* kill pinky off. please. i beg of you. 😩😩😩

... what even is shivaay accusing anika of now? ugh DO NOT BRING BACK this nonsense from the tia days, or i swear, imma lose it. 😒😒😒