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misticloyal · 3 years ago

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Kyman headcannons

Starring: CARTMAN

(part 1)

Favorite memory of a date was

-Him and Kyle playing video games at his house and getting interrupted by Stan and Kenny barging in his house. It was his favorite because not only was it satisfying to see them react to Kyle lounging on his lap while cursing him out for killing his character, but afterwards he kind-of-maybe had a little bit of a panic over how angry Kyle got at him for finding the situation funny.

Eventually after Stan and Kenny left, he ended up having to verbally explain that he thought Kyle was upset because he thought Kyle was embarrassed by getting together with him. Of course, Kyle was not in fact embarrassed because of that but was actually worrying more about the fact that the gang knew he was gay. So they had a little bit of a mushy moment but that’s Cartman’s favorite anyway, they hugged awkwardly and then Kyle went home because he complained about not having his homework finished for Monday.

Foods that remind him of Kyle

-Now normally Cartman would just say ‘jew food’ and leave it at that because he’s a blunt asshole, however he will not say that because Kyle has an unhealthy obsession with those stupid ass Quaker Granola Bars. He doesn’t know why, or how this started but one day the gang were all hanging out at Stan’s house and once Kenny called to raid the pantry and came back with those things Kyle was a changed man.

It’s pretty hilarious and Cartman often teases him about it which results in Kyle hoarding the boxes of granola closer to him and yelling at him to “go find some donut to munch on, fatass”.

The favorite thing Kyle does for him

-Kyle actually takes initiative to help/reassure Cartman’s self-esteem problems that cause ruckus sometimes and considering the one person who did that was Heidi (and we all know how that relationship ended) Cartman is incredibly grateful. Just don’t tell Kyle that or he might start crying a little.

Do you ever picture having kids

-Cartman actually did want a kid at first because he thought it was a giant middle finger to how his parents actually raised him, but then grew incredibly terrified of the concept after around sophomore year because he knows his parenting skills are pretty shitty.

Kyle’s okay with this even though he rolls his eyes when Cartman says he’ll turn out like his mom and consoles him by saying that he’ll personally put him out of his misery if he starts down that path.

-Cartman also is a crazy old cat lady. Ever since that whole cat piss incident he’s been routinely hiding sick and/or injured cats in his attic and taking care of them until they can be released back into the alleyways of South Park.

Kyle complains about the risk of rabies (even though Cartman insists that he’s already vaccinated every cat he’s come across) and the funniest thing of all is that when Kyle actually visits the attic all of the cats flock to him like moths to a light. They’re super nice and cuddly to Kyle, who is rightfully wary and this pisses off Cartman greatly considering the cats are all sassy bitches around him.

-They’ve agreed that when they live together someday the cats will have no access to Peanut the Pidgeon in the slightest and if they eat him, Kyle will remove each and every feline from their house period.

Kyle’s best physical feature

-His a s s. Cartman is a fulltime 24 hour SIMP for Kyle when he turns around and Kyle smacks him in the head for staring all the time. (The whole gang agrees that Kyle has too fat of an ass for his own good. Especially considering how much of a stick he is, Cartman blames god for making his boyfriend so fine)

-But! If Cartman wasn’t being horny, the next thing is Kyle’s jew-fro. He fucking loves Kyle’s hair because it sets apart the whole ‘goody two-shoes’ idea that people get of him when they first meet him. Obviously Kyle wears his ushanka most of the time, but it’s pretty funny to see people who view him as a weak little nerd bitch to learn that Kyle plays basketball and has curly, wild red hair.

Cartman messes with it all the time when they’re cuddling on the couch or when they sleep together (as in sex- and literally sleeping in the same bed).

Kissing or hugging more

-People would think that his and Kyle’s relationship would be overly sexual because of all the fighting they do, but they’d be surprised as to how often they actually have sex. Neither of them have a big interest in it unless both of them are like- explicitly horny. Most of the time they just hang out and make fun of each other.

Because of this, kissing is done more often (because it gets rid of the angry energy they have when they fight) but Cartman still prefers hugging more. Hugging references what they do after they would hang out like normal, and they’ve been getting better at not being awkward about it so hugging Kyle just feels familiar, like coming home after a super annoying day.

Did he ever get jealous of Kyle hanging out with famous people

-Not really famous people, Cartman really loses it when people try to take advantage of Kyle being a good person. In general, both girls and boys (mostly girls if they’re trying to flirt) act like they’re having a problem so Kyle can come help them out.

Obviously, this doesn’t last long because Cartman takes care of the problem quick and before long everyone’s known to stay away from Kyle in the romantic sense. But every so often a new person comes to South Park that doesn’t know the universal rule of ‘Kyle Brofloski belongs to Eric Cartman, and Eric Cartman belongs to Kyle Brofloski’…

It is to be noted however, that after a couple of heated discussions with Kyle he only steps in after he sees Kyle try to deal with the problem first. (Though most of the time it’s still him doing the dirty work- listen he’s making an effort, that’s good enough)

Did he ever dream of Kyle

-Yessir, Cartman dreams about Kyle a lot. In general Cartman’s dreams revolve around him being the best but after Dream Kyle went from watching with an annoyed look on his face at Cartman’s success to being at his side, Cartman decided he might have a little bit of a problem.

What does he think needs the most work in their relationship

-Cartman thinks his relationship with Kyle is perfect and at heart the only thing he wants to do is to stop messing stuff up by thinking that he’s not deserving of Kyle’s attention. Everytime he and Kyle fight (like- really fight) he always secretly thinks Kyle is truly in the right even if he actually isn’t (it doesn’t happen often but sometimes, things happen).

After Kyle talked to him about ‘communication problems concerning people in relationships’ he thinks the could also try that shit out but he thinks it’s kinda lame. He tries though, just because Kyle seems to care about it so much. It actually helped them out a little, so maybe it isn’t so bad.

Does he think Kyle would care for him if he got sick

-Nope. Cartman (much to Kyle’s dismay) thinks that Kyle would just leave him at his house to get better by himself and only come visit him once he’s well again. This of course did not actually happened and when Cartman got a cold and Kyle brought him homemade chicken noodle soup, he actually started crying a little because he was so shocked that Kyle cared enough.

Does he believe Kyle loves him

-Complicated question- At the beginning of their relationship Cartman would’ve said no because he wouldn’t believe that Kyle would actually love someone like him. But now that they’re probably at around the middle point, they’re vaguely comfortable with each other and he’s starting to realize that if Kyle didn’t love him, he would do a lot of things that he does. Yes, he does believe that Kyle loves him.

When did he find out that Kyle loved him

-It truly clicked for him one night when Stan, Kenny, him and Kyle were all at Stan’s house playing video games. Stan and Kenny had taken the ends of the couch while Kyle sat in the middle and Cartman went to the kitchen to grab a snack from the fridge before he sat down (since he had just arrived). When he came back, both Stan and Kenny had moved to the loveseat and the floor leaving Kyle on the couch all by himself with the blanket leaving a very clear spot for him right next to his boyfriend.

Cartman literally tries to argue with himself in his mind as he sat down for a negative reasoning for this, and when Kyle leaned his weight on him ( and entertained their fingers slightly) as he laughed at an insult Kenny shouted at Stan it clicked that there was physically no other reason for this other then that Kyle loved him.

Favorite non-sex activity

-Cooking. He loves being good at something that Kyle is shit at. He might make the best food ever, but that doesn’t mean that his apprentice actually takes after him. In fact, Cartman would actively try to put ingredients that make Kyle’s food taste good theoretically, but when Kyle would be done with it, it would still taste absolutely terrible. It’s like the opposite of a green thumb for cooking, but! It’s fun and it always makes them feel better if they feel upset about something.

What is something Kyle could do in order to gain his genuine trust more

-He’s already doing it but reassuring Cartman that even though his actions are stupid and morally disgusting, he still loves him and they’re going to be okay.

-Also dial back the martyr complex a bit because it gets genuinely concerning after a while having to make sure Kyle won’t the hit for something he obviously did and should be blamed for.

#Kyman #sp kyman #headcanon #southpark #kyle broflovski #eric cartman #i wrote this at 2am #but I proofread it so we're good #I think about this too much #fluff

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hadtochangemyurlquick · 4 years ago

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how the wilds gives you stockholm syndrome

A lot of people hate Leah Rilke on The Wilds, at least in the beginning but often throughout the whole show. I’ve always loved her, and always defended her, but could never figure out why. Sure, she doesn’t deserve the hate she gets. Her defenders, myself included, are fond of arguing things like “she’s a child!” “she’s a victim of sexual abuse!” or “she’s mentally ill!” But none of those are reasons to love her. She definitely has amazing style and her actress is literally gorgeous, but her “not like other girls” attitude should kinda piss me off.

So why do I love her?

Cause Leah Rilke’s insanity is the only thing keeping me sane.

Now, from the end of the first episode on we know the entire island is fucked, the girls are being played and something bigger and more sinister is going on. Out of all the girls Leah is the first one to be clued into this too, and she steadily builds a case against the island.

Now, we should be rooting for her, Gretchen certainly is.

“She’s shrewd, she’s skeptical almost to the point of paranoid. Even though I’m sure she’s gonna be a major pain in my ass I am still drawn to her.” (We don’t know she was talking about Leah here, but I think it’s safe to assume she was.)

But we don’t root for her. We’re annoyed with her. And you know why? Because this show tries to give us Stockholm syndrome.

Throughout the series we watch every single character besides Leah and Dot develop. Rachel overcomes her eating disorder, Nora finds her people, Toni chills out, Fatin becomes more selfless, Shelby stops repressing her true self, Martha begins setting boundaries, but Dot—Dot who’s there bc she puts too much of herself into other people—gets worse. She tries to set boundaries, tries to be better, but ultimately she fails and is forced back into that leadership position she never wanted. But Dot, despite regressing as a character, is convenient. Someone who lets us step all over her is not gonna tell us when she’s in pain. So even though Dot is hurting, the audience doesn’t care about it.

Leah, the audience is forced to care about. Whether it’s when she’s attempting suicide, freaking out at Shelby, or having a nervous break down, here is so clearly a character losing her mind.

And who wouldn’t? Right? She’s trapped on an island.

All the other characters are not just beginning to adapt to their new environment but beginning to like it. Shelby even has a panic attack when she realizes she’ll have to leave eventually. And as we watch these characters who we’ve come to know, to love, develop into their best selves on the island there is a part of us that doesn’t want them to leave either.

We don’t want them to go back to their bad family lives. Some part of us would rather Fatin stayed on the island than be forced to go to boarding school like her dad threatened her with. Even if she would be safer there. Some part of us says the island is better for Shelby than conversion camp. Which is just, false. Listen, I’m not in support of conversion camp but at least there aren’t sharks there, right? Sure conversion camp is traumatizing but you know what else is traumatizing? Getting mauled by a shark.

Or we don’t want Toni to go back to foster homes where no one seems to care about her. And on and on.

There is a part of us that hopes that Fatin and Dot really will run away and live in LA together, that maybe the other six girls will join them and they’ll be a family again. Because that’s the ideal scenario right? Our eight girls, together, developing, healing, but safe from a deserted island.

BUT NO!

Jesus Christ they’re babies! Fatin and Dot shouldn’t need to run away, the girls shouldn’t have to only rely on each other to heal, they should have their parents, doctors, people they trust helping.

And that’s why we hate Leah. Because Leah is so sick, so far gone, that it’s clear she doesn’t fit into that LA life. She needs real medical attention. She rips us out of that fantasy, the fantasy the writers have been giving us, and reminds us that they’re children and we shouldn’t be putting them through this.

The show gives the audience Stockholm Syndrome, makes the target audience, teenage girls, long for a place where they can be safe—the same way Nora did. But Leah reminds us that the island isn’t the answer. That separating from your families, running away, forcing yourself to grow up too fast so you won’t need your parents, is not the answer.

I think every teenage girl has dreamed of running away at least once in their life, and we hate Leah for showing us the reality of that dream. But that’s why Leah’s the most important. Leah’s the one who lets us be kids.

Also I wanna climb Sarah Pidgeon like a tree but that’s personal.

#don't mind me #just your neighborhood gus not knowing what words mean #i didn't bother looking up stockhom syndrome to write this #i just saw a similar youtube video about midsommar #and that was where this came from #leah meta #gus analyzes #the wilds meta #the wilds #ren don't #leah rilke

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berryblu-arts · 3 years ago

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List of weird/inedible stuff i've tasted cause i have no impulse control <3

Dirt and it's relatives <3

Sand :ok hear me out, have you eaten an elote at the beach and had sand sprinkled in it accidentally?? It becomes like an exclusive thing that only happens at the beach, great cronchy seasoning <3, surely nothing could go wrong here <3

Dirt : i lived for realism as a child, so one time i made dirt and leaf tacos and proceded to take a bite out of one of them as i played pretend, i did not enjoy it but also didnt regret it <3

Concrete?? Idk actually but there were these little rocks in my grandma's backyard that you could kknda chip away at??? Looked like concrete at least 🤷🏻‍♀️

Talcum powder: took a big ole chug at a bottle of this when i was little, i couldn't breathe and it dried my troath horribly so i couldnt speak for a lil while either, DON'T TRY THIS!!!

Chalk: it fascinated me how it absorbed water , so of course i put it in my mouth (also cause im a dumbass <3)

Several fences and metal surfaces! idk what was wrong with me as a ckild ok!! I licked a lot of random stuff :/

Honorable mentions: several types of unknown rocks and seashells, tho i did not eat them ^^!

Soaps

Bar soap, Hand soap, Foam soap, Other hand soap, Dish soap

2 different honey colored soaps (sadly did not taste like honey :( )

Mint scented soap (and it TASTED like mint :DD [sadly also like soap :/ ])

Head & shoulders: again, i was playing pretend, diluted it w some water and pretended it was milk, tastes not good :(

Traumatic

Pidgeon egg: was thankfully not formed but i will never recover :'D, i thought it was one of those mint chocolate eggs, yea that wasn't chocolate 😣

School supplies

Kleenex paper, Toilet paper, construction paper, wax paper, sticker paper, notebook paper, etc...

Elmers glue (thought it was cream, like, from cow milk :()

Stick glue: ya know, the stick shaped glue, tastes strangely sweet

Elmers glue but ✨dried✨: too much curiosity and spare time, fascinated with the fact elmerd glue was water based

Silicone: tastes funky ://, theres also probably a way to get high with it but i aint that stupid

Pencil shavings: someone dared me to do it.

Eraser: mmmmm monchy

Listen, i was a bored elementary schooler with adhd, what else was i supposed to do??

Candy stuff

Paper lollipop sticks: they suck but it beat doing nothing ig

Tried to eat a cellophane plastic wrapper once just to see if i could, the answer is no :(

Candies w the whole wrapper: it was the waxy kind dw

Plasticky/metallic wrappers (same reason as cellophane)

Edible stuff but maybe weird

Lip balm: like, it tasted sweet ever so slightly so my brain went "hmm... snac"

Crickets: from mexico city, they were like seasoned and stuff, not too bad if you dont think too hard about it

Salt and sugar taco (i hate them so much oh my gosh!!)

?????

Hair gel

Hair oil (like, oil for hair ahdgsgsfsg)

Grass

Clover roots (they're sour)

Neem (actually edible but SO SOSOSO bitter 😣😣)

The just(TM) 31 oils (if you know you know, they're the bad kind of spicy >:( )

A peeled lemon (like an orange :) )

un peeled lemon

#pretty sure this isnt all of em lmao #but theyre the ones im more quick to recall #if i remember enough ill make part 2 #also i want yall to know i wasnt neglected or anything; butmy parents had a pretty low guard since i never ran around or made general chaos #so i was a lil sneaky hehe 😅#still had the sense to never drink like- clorox or paint thinner; cause we had those casually around the house as well #man actually a lot of stuff left around the house was potentially very dangerous but my brother and i were chill kids haha #gotta make a list of that stuff too #shut up sheo #long post

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hitsuackerman · 5 years ago

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Soul Chicken (Hawks x Reader)

Prompt: Soulmate AU where the first words your soulmate says to you are written on your wrist and while Hawks has an absolutely unhelpful phrase written on them, y/n has something....unique.

(so this was generated by an OTP one shot generator and it caught my attention :D it was... challenging to say the least but still fun!)

contains: 4 year age gap (not that ya’ll would mind), fluff

Soulmates.

This was the one thing Hawks always managed to save for later. With just how fast he likes to move, he regularly shoved the idea aside. It was as if his mouth acquired a bitter taste each time it entered his train of thought.

How did this enter his mind once more? Oh right. The two people he had saved turned out to be soulmates. Such luck for them, he supposed.

Not that he didn't care, though. This bird child-man always dreamed of seeing who the universe had paired him up with. But to his luck, the letters etched on his skin were almost cursed. Cursed to the point where he merely gave up his search.

The first words his soulmate would tell him. The first words that would open new doors for his feathers to explore. Despite keeping his smirk pasted on his face, his heart would ache when he hears people saying it.

'Hey'

Those were the words inked on his inner wrist. A 3 letter word that was as overused as the word 'you'. How in heaven's name was he supposed to find his other half with every other person greeting him 'hey' with different variations.

Munching on his piece of chicken, he cleared his desk and began to look over the files his agency prepared for him. Laid on his desk were the profiles of possible interns he could gather intel from.

"Todoroki Shoto." He read and scanned the bio data. Endeavor would not be happy if he took him in. As tempting as it would be, he placed it on the discard pile.

"Bakugo Katsuki." His pupils shrunk at the memory of this kid being chained to the post. All while trying to bite off All Might's hand. "Little too wild for my taste."

"Tokoyami Fumikage." He immediately stamped the approval sign on it. A fellow bird in his agency? Hella fun!

"(L/N) (Y/N)." The 4th placer in the UA sports festival. His eyes drifted to your age. "Huh, interesting. Eldest of the class due to late enrollment and personal issues. 18 while the rest 16."

Nodding his head, your quirk wasn't too flashy but made up for its efficiency. Similar to his Fierce Wings. With his index finger tapping on his desk, he turned to his desktop and began digging up information about you.

Orphaned at the age of 6 due to villain attack. Jumped from foster house to foster house, a trouble maker? Top 2 in the class, makes up for intelligence? Pleasing to the eyes. Not bad, if he were to put it more into thought.

Biting the last chunk of meat, he approved of your possible application in his agency.

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"Yami…" You nervously whispered as you gripped onto his sleeve. "I'm nervous. I don't understand why he'd include me as a possible intern "

"Nonsense. You proved yourself worthy during the Sports Festival." Tokoyami tried to reassure you. Behind you, the window gave him a grand view of the city moving fast.

The two of you were now seated snugly inside the shinkansen. Because it was in the afternoon, the train wasn't as crowded despite buying reserved seats in advance.

Tokoyami's words seemed to work. Letting go of his now crumpled sleeve, you apologized but he simply told you it was no big deal. Looking at your hero suit cases, your eyes landed on your wrist.

It always made you wonder, what situation would your soulmate say those words. It was all too… random yet specific. Rubbing your thumb on the rather long phrase, your thoughts were cut.

"Is that… what your soulmate is supposed to say?" Tokoyami asked as he read the sentences. "Rather unique to say that on your first meeting."

"Ugh. I know." You sighed and tugged your sleeve a little lower. "I honestly gave up thinking of scenarios on how I'd meet this person."

"You are of legal age. I think it would be much easier to access places. But seeing those words, maybe you just have to look for people eating?"

"That's true but I think a part of me just wants to be surprised as to how we'd meet and how we'd exchange phrases. I did think this person would be at a fast food chain or some sorts, but I'd like to think he's responsible enough."

Tokoyami simply nodded. Looking down on his wrist, he too, began to wonder what circumstances would bring him and his soulmate together.

Feeling the train come to a halt, the two of you began to exit and board off the train. It felt like a blur, to be saying farewell to faces you see everyday. Though it would only be for a week, you would miss Ochako and Tsuyu.

When the high rise buildings were now in sight, Tokoyami nudged your elbow and pointed to a hero holding up a sign with your school's name on it. As the two of you walked towards the hero, you saw how the sign truly matched Hawk's Agency.

Ah yes. Hawks.

Your anxiety began to creep back up. Why would a pro-hero like him want an orphan who went to school late intern for his agency? Was this some sort of pity party? Or was your quirk enough to catch his attention?

"Calm down, (L/N)." Your friend whispered as he opened the car door for you. You sat in the back as he sat on the passenger's seat.

"Are you all excited to meet the #2 Pro-Hero?" The hero asked as he set the car to drive. His cheeks gave off he was smiling from your angle. "He's a pretty chill guy, you know. So if ya'll are anxious, he'll only catch that and make fun of you."

"How long till we reach the office?" Tokoyami asked.

"2 blocks from now. It's that building over there."

The two of you followed where his index was pointing at. It wasn't easy to miss. The building was huge and it was evident that his office was on the top floor. From your eyes, it would be the perfect height to take off for his wings.

The hero dropped the two of you by the entrance. Thanking him for the ride, 2 sets of eyes watched as the car turned to the corner. Probably to park in the underground carpark.

"Shall we?"

"We shall."

The two of you proceeded to the receptionist. Judging by your uniforms, the two of you were given key cards to enter his office on the 35th floor.

"He's still out, though. Make yourselves comfortable. He won't be taking too long!" The receptionist said with a smile as she pointed towards the glass elevator. That got you thinking fire drills must be a pain in the ass with this amount of floors.

The view going up felt as if you two were flying. The way the horizon slowly showed itself was something you could look forward to for the whole week. Your bird friend agreed as well.

When the elevator doors opened, you two were met with a frosted glass wall with 2 capital 'H' on it. Similar to what his belt had. It was nice tho. Branding on point.

Before you could enter, you heard the buzzing of a phone. Feeling it wasn't yours, you looked at Tokoyami and told him it was alright for him to take it. Telling you he'd follow suit once the call was over. Pushing the door for you, you walked into his office.

The office was definitely expensive. Glass windows framed 3 out 4 corners, his desk was simple but you could tell that the material was durable and expensive, 2 large paintings hung on the wall as well. Most probably commissioned since it fits Hawks image.

Walking towards one painting, you were about to touch the edges when your vision began to blur. Your body felt as if it were being tugged into the air rather forcefully. Harshly spinning you around, you were face to face with the Pro-Hero himself.

Your heart raced when it sunk in that it really was him. He was more handsome in person. His piercing yellow eyes seemed to observe you. Watching your every move.

His hands began to roam your sides. Patting motions till he seemed to find what he was looking for. Taking it out from your pocket, his gloved hand now held on to your ID.

"Hey!"

His eye twitched. You were officially the 15th person who had said 'hey' to him in a span of 4 hours.

"I swear that phrase would be the death of me." Hawks reacted in an emotionless face. Trying his best to compose himself to a student who merely wanted to feel the painting. "Tsk. Knew that last nugget was bad luck."

Though it wasn't his intent to scare you, he just thought it would make a good long running joke for the duration you would stay. He just… snapped when he heard those words coming from you.

Looking back at you, he placed you back on your feet and took off his yellow visor. A big teasing smile appearing on his features. Complete opposite to what yours had.

"Hey, take a chill pill, my little intern. I was just messin' with ya." Hawks assured you as he gave you the finger guns.

"Y-You… S-S-Sentence…" Your mind failed to function upon hearing his first to you. The same words you had memorized and knew by heart. Your eyes were desperately trying to hold on to something but all you could focus on was Hawks and his crimson red wings in front of you.

The look on your face was a mix of shock, fear, and a slight dash of awe. What did he say that made you react that way? All he commented about was…

His mind clicked and his jaw slightly dropped. His pupils enlarged when he finally bought 2 and 2 together.

"Holy pidgeon smokes…" Hawks thought out loud while nodding his head. "Looks like things are bout to get interesting, my little soul chicken~"

You couldn't help it. A soft giggle escaped your lips when he called you his 'little soul chicken'. By now, you were positive your cheeks were all sorts of red. When he took a step closer, you bit your lower lip in an attempt to calm your rapid beating heart.

"Don't bite your lip now, birdy. We just met." He said as he used his index and thumb to make you face him. Damn. You're prettier up close.

His feathers seemed to shake a bit and he let go of his touch. A second after, Tokoyami entered the door and bowed at his new mentor. After telling him there was no need to act all business like, he pointed towards the couch and told you both to sit down.

"So today," Hawks began. "I won't let you both do much. Just get settled in and take the feel of this agency."

His eyes would linger at you when he said the words 'settled in' and 'take the feel'. When he saw you understood his implied meanings, he gave you a wink and proceeded with the necessary instructions.

"Tsukuyomi. Your room would be on the 27th floor." He said and tossed the keycard. Tokoyami caught it with ease. "And you, my precious love nugget, will stay on the 30th floor."

By now your face was numb from all the heat that had traveled upwards. Expecting him to toss it, the key card was given to you by one of his feathers. Taking it from the floating feather, your breath hitched when the feather found its way to your lips. Brushing it ever so softly before returning back to his wings.

Tokoyami wasn't quite sure what was happening. He had heard that Hawks had a carefree attitude, he just didn't expect him to hit on you right then and there. (Though he did have a feeling that at one point you were bound to get bombarded with his flirtatious attempts.)

"So… Any questions?"

"What time do we start tomorrow, Sir Hawks?"

"We start at 7am. That good?"

The two of you nodded. With that, he dismissed you both and gave you free will with what you wanted to do on the first unofficial day of internship.

"Not you though, chickadee!" The way the light bounced from his golden eyes made them glow. "We still gotta talk."

Tokoyami squinted his eyes at you. His peripheral vision on Hawks. Brushing the thought aside, he excused himself and went towards the elevator.

When you heard the ding, your heart stopped when Hawks stretched his wings. Showcasing their impressive span. They began to shake a bit with each step he took. He would spread his wings and pull them back half way before extending them once more.

By the time he was in front of you, you were all smiles as he began to fold his wings alternatively. It was all too amazing, how this person had wings as a quirk. In the blink of an eye, all you could see around you were his feathers and the gorgeousness of his face.

"What was that for, Hawks?" You covered your mouth. Trying to hold in a giggle.

"Hey. Don't. I like seeing your smile." He said as he gently held your wrist, pulling it down to reveal what his eyes wanted to see. "And that little exhibition I did was a small mating call, soul chicken."

You began to fold your arm and imitate how chickens flap their wings.

"Not as impressive as yours, but I hope that did the trick!" You were now grinning from ear to ear. Seeing him chuckle at your lame attempt at flirting caused his stomach to swarm with little lovebirds.

"Oh. It definitely sealed the deal~"

His hand began to trace your arm till he stopped on your hand bringing it closer in order to see his first words meant for you.

'I swear that phrase would be the death of me. Tsk. Knew that last nugget was bad luck.'

"I can see why your eye twitched when I said 'hey'. That's literally the most overused word." You commented when you saw his mark.

"That's what I tell myself everyday." An amused grin plastered on his face. Suddenly, his pupils shrunk and his feathers began to ruffle. "You afraid of heights, birdy?"

"Not really. No. Why?"

His arms wrapped you tightly. Bringing you chest to chest with him. His wings now spread out with the occasional flap.

"Hawks…"

"Better hug me tight, nugget. You're in for a wild ride~"

Giving your cheek a quick kiss, he flapped his wings once more. This time with a bit more force in them. You could feel your feet leaving the ground. On instinct, you immediately wrapped your arms around his neck.

Next thing you knew, you were screaming with joy at the feeling of being swooped away from your feet. Literally.

Little did you know that Tokoyami had been watching the whole fiasco.

"Things really are going to get interesting." He said with a small smile on his face. Happy that his close friend found her soulmate.

With that he finally exited the office and made his way to his room.

#hawks #hawks bnha #hawks mha #mha keigo takami #keigo takami #hawks x reader #hawks x y/n #wing hero hawks

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magmahurricane · 4 years ago

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Carey’s dad, Bernard! I gave him heterochromia based on my URL namesake, a childhood dog of mine named Pidgeon, who had one blue eye and one brown.

Bio under cut! CW for descriptions of death, illness, and mentioned suicide!

Name: Bernard Jess (Birth name: Ralph Ellis) Playlist: Here! (Spotify)

Age: 48 Occupation: Con artist Location: Varies; travels around Northamer in his RV Birthplace: Sand Blast City Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Species: Dog (Based on tricolor Cavalier King Charles Spaniel) Sexuality: Bisexual

Personality: +Positives: Charismatic; Clever; Exuberant; Jolly; Optimistic; -Negatives: Conniving; Fraudulent; Cowardly; Selfish; Opportunistic A real “people person” at his core, Bernard knows exactly what to say to get people to drop their guard around him. Armed with his wit and a silver tongue, he picks his marks and runs his scams, playing his short cons and booking it at the first sign of trouble. While he isn’t shy about his lifestyle of lying, cheating and bullshitting his way through life, he does truly love his wife, and holds the memories of his mother and father close to his heart. Likes: Bluegrass; Country music; Whiskey; Swindling people; Dislikes: The law; working; his hometown; dwelling on the past; violence; hospitals Hobbies: Acoustic guitar, fishing, storytelling, people-watching

Backstory (remember to heed the content warnings above!):

Born to Shirley and Maverick Ellis in the smog-filled, dome-covered rogues gallery known as Sand Blast City, Ralph had a fairly average childhood. While he attended school, his mother Shirly worked as a waitress in a dingy but well-known diner and his father, Maverick, worked the nearby mines. The Ellis family were very poor, and young Ralph often wore hand-me-downs and frequently struggled to keep up with his peers, making him a target for bullying.

When Ralph was 9 years old, Maverick perished as the mine collapsed. Shirley took a second job in a desperate effort to both pay for his funeral, and provide for their son. Ralph found himself targeted by bullies even more, though found support from other children who lost family in the mines. Life went on, the Ellis’ struggling to make ends meet and cope with the death of Maverick.

With no one to babysit, Ralph began heading into the diner after school, sitting at a booth and doing his homework. Over the years, he came to know its patrons, became familiar with its regulars and staff, and slowly began to master the art of people-watching. Ralph would sit, and listen, and watch these people - and got an earful of all the latest gossip. He learned that the man living in the apartment across had a nasty divorce and was a recovering alcoholic. The mother of one of his bullies was working the streets to keep food on the table. The stories of the neighborhood gambler, the old woman who also lost her son in the mines, the local politicians, of the baker who was having an affair, of the rich tourists who would make yearly stops in town - Ralph knew everyone.

And just like that, school life had become easier. No one would dare cross Ralph Ellis, because Ralph had all the dirty laundry on everyone - kids were less keen on bullying him when he threatened to expose their families as drug addicts or whores, or when he could tear their family apart with news of an affair. It wasn’t long until Ralph realized the power he held over his peers, and began blackmailing them into doing favors, such as carrying his stuff, doing his homework, and buying him clothes -- for the first time in his life, Ralph was able to wear more than hand-me-downs from the local thrift store. Life was starting to look up, and things were good.

Then it wasn’t. When Ralph was 15, his mother discovered she had cancer. They couldn’t afford treatment, and Shirley certainly couldn’t stop working her two jobs. Ralph took up a part-time job as a delivery boy, then a full-time job as Shirley’s condition worsened, dropping out of school to help. Within a year, she passed away.

And suddenly, at the tender age of 16, Ralph found himself orphaned, and within a few months, homeless. Despite everything - his father working his whole life and dying in those rotten mines, his mother taking two jobs, and Ralph himself giving up his education and taking up work - the Ellis family just couldn’t get ahead. Honest work didn’t pay. But he remembered coasting along in school, being able to pull peoples strings and manipulate others into working for him. He remembered the woes and weaknesses of the people around him. In a dog-eat-dog world, Ralph was determined to make his mark and make the most of the lemons life gave him.

Then, when Ralph was 19, a great plague swept over Sand Blast City. People were dying in the streets, and even more were panicking, desperate for a way to save themselves. Ralph saw an opportunity - his customers already trusted him, and he’d made it this far. It was time for his biggest, and riskiest, con yet. With a few local herbs, clean water, and a bit of cheap cold medicine, Ralph began marketing his miracle potion, promising immunity from the plague. With help from his silver tongue and the trust of the locals, the potions flew off the shelves. Ralph made more money than ever, and was, briefly, toted as a local hero. He knew he should have packed up shop and gotten the hell outta dodge, but he wanted to milk this operation for all it was worth. He stayed, intending to make and sell more of his miracle tonics…

And then, the plague got him.

The virus wracked Ralph’s body. For days, he lay by his wagon, delirious with high fever, struggling for breath, believing this would surely be his end -- and it almost was. Family of his customers tracked him down, furious that their loved ones weren’t protected as advertised. They beat the sickly con artist, and left him at death's door.

Ralph survived by the skin of his teeth, although not unscathed; as if a reminder of his treachery and what he’d done, his lungs were ruined, leaving him athsmatic, with a persistent cough and physically frail. But Ralph was nothing if not determined - as soon as he was well enough, he high-tailed it out of Sand Blast City.

Ralph would spend the next 5 years as a vagabond con-artist, selling cheap or bootlegged wares, which he either stole from yard sales or breaking and entering homes, pulling cat-in-a-bag cons and change raising, and continuing with his snake-oil salesman act. He often found himself being chased out of town, or on the run from local bounty hunters for crossing the wrong people. He also began using different names, switching his alias every few months or every year.

Then his life was changed when he stumbled into the Southern Baronies; an uppity, bountiful region famous for its large chao gardens and wine exports. It was then he met Margaret Blanche, one of Josiah Blanche’s daughters.

The Blanche’s were a prestigious family, renowned for their famous vineyard and exports, as well as owning the land upon which the Chao Garden was located. They were filthy rich, and acted the part -- which may be precisely why when Ralph, under the name ‘Bernard Jess’ - showed up, Margaret was smitten. ‘Bernard’ was exciting; he was handsome, charismatic, entertaining, funny, and judging by the stories he told the Blanche family, he led quite an adventurous life. Margaret had grown so bored of her life and wanted what Bernard had. Likewise, Bernard wanted what the Blanche’s had - their lavish lifestyle and money. He had come to them with the intention of robbing them blind, but found himself enamored with Margaret.

Josiah, of course, didn’t approve. He forbade the young couple from seeing one another, and had Bernard escorted from the property, deciding the young man wasn’t good enough for his daughter. Bernard knew he couldn’t really do anything about it, and focused on his cons with the other families in the Baronies. He and Margaret occasionally crossed paths during this time, and the two would spend time together in secret. Margaret fell more and more in love with the whimsy and rebellious attitude Bernard had towards life, and when it came time for Bernard to leave the Baronies, Margaret ran away with him

Life on the run together was golden. The two of them staged robberies, worked cons, and had made a small name for themselves. However, within a year, things suddenly took a turn when Margaret realized she had become pregnant. Fearing for her future, she pleaded with Bernard to take her back to the Baronies -- this had been great fun, but she was already tired of living off meager meals and on the run, and the pregnancy scared her. She wasn’t cut out for Bernard’s lifestyle, but promised him that upon returning, they would marry and he would join the Blanche family proper, and be able to leave this life behind.

And so they returned to the Baronies… Only to be humiliated by Josiah and the rest of the Blanches as they sneered and mocked and chastised Margaret for her stupid naivete and revealed that during her year-long romp with Bernard, they’d completely disowned her. Margaret, Bernard, nor their unborn child would see a penny of the Blanche fortune, nor were they even allowed on the property. Margaret was disgraced, disowned and suddenly, for the first time in her life, left with absolutely nothing. She was terrified and heartbroken, and all Bernard could do was be a shoulder to cry on - while knowing all too well this was his fault.

Bernard managed to make a very small arrangement with Josiah to make things just a little easier; on the very edge of the Baronies, hidden out of sight so as to not tarnish the view of the Chao Gardens and beautiful manors, was a small trailer park known as Barrow Creek. Bernard convinced Josiah to at the very least buy them a small plot of land, allow them to set up a RV to live in so Margaret could, at the very least, have a roof over her head. Josiah agreed, and the young couple moved into their new home.

Carey was born that year.

Margaret hadn’t wanted the child; as far as she was concerned, this was more Carey’s fault than Bernard’s. It didn’t help that Carey had been born with a defect - her left arm hadn’t formed past the shoulder. The baby was weak, requiring constant care and attention, and oh, how Margaret wished to smother the life from it and be done with this burden.

It was only on Bernard’s insistence that Carey was kept alive and fed; already, he was scheming how to make the most out of the situation. He felt nothing towards his daughter but inspiration -- he could make this work to his advantage. A disabled child would bring out the sympathy in people, making his cons go a lot smoother. People would give money out of pity or adoration for the disadvantaged family, he could spin a thousand sob stories about how she lost her arm, open donations to go towards putting her in school or getting her a prosthetic - in reality keeping the money for himself - and the possibilities for profit were endless.

For much of her infancy and childhood, Carey was toted around during Bernard’s many schemes, helping rake in donations from charitable and kind people. As she got older, Bernard got Carey more and more involved in his cons, reciting lines with her and having her partake in more elaborate schemes. He also taught her the art of picking pockets, breaking locks, lying, and stealing. By age 7, Carey was doing all this and more, being made to cook and clean and was expected to earn her keep for living with them, with Bernard making sure she understood that she was a financial burden unto her parents, all while using his charisma and manipulation to keep her adoring him.

However, during all of this, Margaret’s mental health was declining.

Gone was the bright, sheltered woman who wanted a life of risk and adventure - Margaret was bitter, angry, and jealous… but never directed any of it towards her husband, instead taking it out on their daughter and anyone else unfortunate enough to cross her path. She spent most of the day drunk and unhappy, or waiting for Bernard to return when he’d drive with Carey out of town to run a con.

Bernard was oblivious, for a time - and when he did become aware, he tried to ignore the problem. The rising tension between Margaret and Carey, Margaret’s drinking problem, and their growing debt were all things he tried to brush off, even as Margaret attempted to drown Carey out of jealousy for her spending so much time with Bernard.

By the time Carey was 10, the Baronies were no longer safe for the Jess family. People had wisened up to their act, the bounty hunters were closing in, as was the law. Desperate to get some cash for the road ahead, Bernard conspired to rob the Blanche’s estate. It would be a final sendoff, the last big gig before the Jess family laid low for a long time. Margaret was eager to reclaim what she’d left behind, but Carey had grown ill from neglect. She was sick with pneumonia, and thus sluggish and of little help - and so Bernard put her on guard duty, to keep an eye out if the cops or other signs of trouble appeared.

The heist didn’t quite go as planned.

In the end, the cops were called, and Bernard had shot and killed Josiah in an altercation. As Bernard and Margaret fled the scene, they left behind Carey purposefully, knowing the cops would stop for the small, sickly child. This allowed the couple to make a clean getaway, while ridding themselves of Carey’s burden.

It has now been 13 years since that day.

Bernard’s working alone now, with Margaret having taken her own life a few years ago. He carries that weight with him, knowing full well he ruined her life and that his neglect led to her deteriorating mental health. He still wears their wedding band, and insists on remaining loyal to her memory, though he does oftentimes feel lonely.

It’s difficult to pin where Bernard is at any given moment, as his cons often see him travelling all over Northamer. He’s still running his cons, hoping for that one big break and dodging bounty hunters and cops at every corner, keeping his past and his regrets close to his heart and hidden under lock and key.

#my art #my sonic fcs #sonic oc #sonic fc #OC: Bernard #ref sheets #they always say yeehaw but never ask haw yee :-(

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baroquebucky · 5 years ago

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Italian days

request: could you write something about going to Italy with timothee? Im just imagining how cute and romantic it would be 🥺

a/n: this is so cute !!! prepare for typical tourist attractions also i have no idea where any of these things are in relation to each other so :-) i literally googled what to do in these places bc I’ve never been sorry guys:-( this ones long so strap in and get ready !!! let me know what y’all think abt it ! i kinda wanna make headcanons about this too hehe >:) I hope you all enjoy it and send me some requests 🥰

You quickly finished packing your last t shirt in the already full suitcase, putting your weight onto it so that you could zip it up fully. You were excited for the trip that timothee had planned for the two of you, giddy to finally spend some alone time with you favorite boy. “ma cherie are you almost done?” you heard timmy call out from the living room. Quickly you grabbed the final bag off the bed and scanned the room, going over a mental checklist to ensure you didn't forget anything.

“okay i have everything, did you get everything? Do you have all the things you need? What time is it? Are we gonna be late? Oh god what if the plane leaves without us” you began to ramble, going through every worst case scenario possible. Timothee looked at you in awe, he had never seen you this nervous about anything before, he least expected it to come out right before a romantic getaway.

“angel, calm down, it’s fine let’s go to the airport we’re right on time” he smiled at you, giving you a quick kiss before he helped you with your bags and you two headed to the Uber waiting outside your shared apartment. As you helped him squeeze the luggage in you both sat in the backseat, you were so excited for the trip.

“You know we should go to Paris for our next anniversary” timmy spoke offhandedly, mindlessly playing with your hair as the movie you had chose played on the tv. “That would be fun, I’ve never been there” you smiled, looking at him briefly before your eyes settled on the screen again.

“where have you traveled to?” He questioned, curious as to all the places you’ve visited. “mmm i mean I’ve never been to Europe, i left the state a couple times for road trips but that’s about it” you replied, not thinking anything of the question. “You mean to tell me that you’ve never been to Italy?” He gasped and you laughed at his shock.

“We aren’t all stars or rich Chalamet” you suppressed laughter but one look at his facial expression caused you to burst into a fit of laughter. “That’s it im booking a flight to Italy, we can go to venice and oh we could even travel to where we filmed call me by your name! And then we could go to Rome!” He gushed, moving quickly to get his laptop.

You were excited, until you realized you had $20 in your wallet and maybe $67 in you bank account. “Timothée wait no” you spoke, rushing behind him to stop him. He turned around confused as to why you didn’t want to go.

“do you not wanna go? I thought you liked Italy? You show me videos about people going there all the time” he asked, searching your face for an answer. “I do! I’ve always wanted to go there” you stated, sighing as your gazes met. “it’s just- how am i gonna pay for my ticket? I don’t have enough money and-” before you could finish timothée cut you off.

“what makes you think you’re paying?” He grinned, running to the room to get the laptop once again. You messed with your fingers for a second, you didn’t want him to spend money on you, you’ve always felt bad about it.

“timmy no you can’t just buy me a ticket there” you spoke, walking into the room, seeing the boy sitting on the bed, legs crossed with the laptop in his lap. He furrowed his brows and replied without looking up from his screen. “Why not? You’re my girl, think of it as a present” he smiled, you opened your mouth to protest but he quickly stopped you.

“i just bought them so you can’t take it back” he beamed, you frowned for a second before he gave you the puppy eyes. Of course you couldn’t resist, you tackled him with a hug and kissed him, thanking him a million times.

And so here the two of you were, sitting in the backseat on your way to the airport, going over the loose itinerary timothée had made for the two of you once you landedin Venice. He had gone beyond what you expected to make this trip memorable despite telling him to not worry.

When you got to the airport everything went surprisingly smooth despite you being nervous the whole time. The two of you bought breakfast and ate it in the little food court, then headed to the gate which your plane would be in and played games while waiting to board.

Once the plane arrived the two of you got on, of course he had bought first class, you wanted to scold him for spending so much but as soon as you saw how excited he was you couldn’t be mad at him. “look! we get pillows and everything” he giggled, you smiled at him and nodded, equally as excited as him. The two of you ended up watching two movies, falling asleep during the second one.

You woke up first, smiling at the sight of timmy with messy hair, mouth slightly parted and cheeks lightly flushed as he slept. You decided to wait on waking him up, instead you occupied yourself by looking out the window and listening to your music.

The landing woke timothée up and he smiled at you brightly, it took him a couple minutes to really wake up, mumbling incoherently before he came fully to his senses.

As soon as you got off the plane you were excited, pulling timothée along to get out of the airport as soon as possible. When you finally got everything and exited you got into the car timothée had ordered for the two of you and headed to the hotel to unpack.

Timothée posted a picture of you staring out the window in awe onto his Instagram story, “she’s excited right now, just wait until she sees the canals” he wrote, smiling as he thought of all the pictures the two of you would take.

You expected an average hotel room, if timothée really splurged then maybe above average, you did not expect to get the presidential suite at a five star hotel. The smile on your face made everything worth it to timothée, he made sure this trip would be memorable. “Timothée Hal Chalamet! How much did you fucking spend!” You squeaked, rushing around the room to check everything on.

“That doesn’t matter, what matters is that you get changed and get ready, we’re in Venice for two days before our next stop and I have so much for us to do” he smiled, pulling you in for a kiss which you quickly returned. Resting your head on his chest you sighed, taking a Monet to let everything sink in. You’re in Italy with the love of your life. Holy shit.

Timothée had bought multiple disposable cameras for the two of you to use, wanting to develop all of them by the time you guys got back home.

Before you knew it you were wandering the streets of Venice, a permanent smile on your face as you took so many photos of the scenery and of timothée and of course together. The two of you visited the top tourist spots like Saint Marks Basilica, the both of you in awe of its beauty and laughing until your stomach hurt feeding the pidgeons.

Timothée was scared for his life when a pidgeon landed on his shoulder, immediately going stiff and begging for you to help him. You quickly pulled out your phone, recording him and zooming into his face, a face of pure fear. After you posted it you quickly shooed the pidgeon away, holding his hand and a small pidgeon landed on your shoulder and you fed it out of your free hand.

You smiled brightly at timothée who had moved away from you slightly causing you to giggle. “You laugh now but I’m gonna be the one poop free, those things are ruthless” he stated, a serious look on his face which quickly turned soft as you attempted to pet the bird on you. “Look at him he’s so cute!” You gushed, drowning as it flew away.

“Cmon sweet girl, we have a ride to catch, in the canal” he winked and you gasped, pulling him before you stopped, realizing you didn’t know where you were even going.

When the two of you arrived he helped you into the boat, it was only the two of you and the one driving the small boat, you were sitting next to each other, pointing at everything, a constant smile on both of your faces. He held your hand the whole time, most of the time looking at you rather than the sights you were in such awe of. A small smile on his face as he admired how beautiful you looked, you looked so stress free and happy and he knew everything else he had planned was so worth it if he got to see you like this.

After the ride on the canals the two of you ate at a small little restaurant, drinking some wine and talking about the days events.

“I just think it’s funny that you were that scared of the pidgeons” you giggled, and he frowned at you, “i wasn’t scared, i was just- cautious” he smirked, watching you roll your eyes at his remark.

The two of you finished dinner, walking around the now calmer streets, admiring everything at night for about an hour, kissing under streetlights and chasing one another through the streets, laughter bouncing off the buildings.

The two of you showered once you got back to the hotel and absolutely crashed after you had snuggled under the sheets. The two of you exhausted from the plane ride and walking everywhere all day.

You both woke up late in the morning to the sound of timothées alarm, you yawned, burying yourself more into timothées side, wanting ten more minutes. “Wake up mon amour i still have some stuff planned for today before we leave for Florence” he spoke softly into your hair, kissing the top of your head. He had decided to skip on taking you to Crema, deciding it would make for a good excuse to come back.

You woke up slowly, getting ready and waiting for timothée on the bed once you had finished. You were starving but you didn’t want to eat without him. You laid on your stomach and dozed off only to wake up to a now fully dressed timothée, smiling at you and kissing your nose. “let’s go eat and then we can head out” he whispered and you nodded, getting up from the bed and following him out the door.

The two of you spent the day walking around and seeing anything else you wanted, eating much too much food and buying way too many souvenirs. The day seemed to fly by and before you knew it you were headed to Florence, of course shoving all your luggage into the bus that the two of you were taking to the wonderful city. You slept most of the way while timothée read through a script for a new movie. He woke you up gently when you guys arrived, piling out along with everyone else as the two of you found the car timothée had ordered for this city, heading to yet another 5 star hotel with an amazing room.

It was late at night so the two of you only slipped into bed and set an alarm for later tomorrow morning, cuddling through the whole night, waking up once to eat some of the fruit that the hotel had given to the two of you as a gift.

The next morning the alarm went off and you quickly turned it off, placing your head on timothées chest, a smile on your face while he played with your hair.

“let’s get ready, i have something special planned, wear that one outfit you brought, you know the one that you said you’ve always wanted to wear?” He smiled, a mischievous glint in your eye. You gave him a kiss on the cheek and nodded, going to get ready.

After you finished you scrolled through your phone, replying to people and sifting through the pictures from Venice, deleting the ones which turned out bad or way too blurry. You decided to lay on your side, thinking you wouldn’t fall back asleep but you were wrong. Before you knew it you felt a gentle nudge.

“Cmon sleeping beauty i have a picnic for us” he beamed, a twinkle in his eye. You woke up quickly, a giant grin on your face as your mouth fell open. “A picnic? Oh my god this is a dream, angel you’re so amazing oh my god! I love you so much” You gushed, tackling timothée once you got off the bed and hugging him tightly, kissing him all over his face.

“i love you more ma cherie, now lets go” he smiled, opening the door for you and quickly taking your hand while walking down the halls.

You had ended up accidentally falling asleep in the car, head on timothées shoulder, he recorded you, saving it but not posting it, knowing if he did you would get him back and start a full fledged war.

As the car approached the Piazzle Michaelangelo he shook you softly, your eyes fluttered open and a small smile overtook your features. “Oh my god it’s so pretty” you gasped as the two of you stepped out of the car and onto the concrete floor, he got the picnic basket from the car as you went to save a spot on the steps. He quickly found you and opened the basket between the two of you, eating the food and making conversation, laughing and enjoying the fact that both of you were in Italy, overlooking Florence.

After sitting there for a while, cuddling and pointing things out the two of you drove into the city, excited to see everything the city had to offer. The two of you walked down the streets hand in hand, taking pictures once more and in awe of the beauty the city offered.

Of course the two of you drove all over the city visiting museums, seeing all the statues and artworks you had always admired through your phone screen. You almost wanted to cry of happiness seeing everything in person, you walked quickly in the museums, timothée barely keeping up with you as you rushed everywhere, making sure you absorbed every last detail.

Of course timothée took the typical you looking at art picture, and of course he posted it and captioned it “art looking at art” causing his fans to go feral, everyone tweeting and posting about how cute the two of you were. You held timmys hand when you realized he was dragging behind, pulling him along and forcing him to move at your speed.

“oh my god I love this painting, look at the brushstrokes! I read once that when he was painting this-” you began, going into detail about said artists life. Timothée stared at you, his chest swelling with love, a smile on his face as you went on and on about the paintings, he hung onto every word you said, loving the way your eyes lit up and the amount of emotion in your voice as you spoke of what you loved.

After you had visited the museums l, the two of you walked all over the city, taking in the culture and also taking many breaks and calling a cab to go to places he had planned to take you. Of course he set up a reservation at a fancy restaurant, eating to your hearts delight and drinking amazing wine, overseeing the bustling city as the sun set.

“i cannot believe we’re in Florence Italy” you sighed happily, looking out at the city while you sipped on your wine, timothée smiled at you. “I don’t know how I’m ever going to thank you enough angel, you really made my dreams come true” you spoke, turning towards your curly headed boyfriend and he shook his head.

“you don’t have to thank me ma cherie. I love seeing you happy, you deserve the world and I’m going to give everything i can to you, you’ve always supported me through anything and everything, you know me so well, i just love you so much” he answered. “but- you can thank me by letting me post a bunch of pictures of you everywhere” he smiled shyly, blushing slightly. You smiled brightly at him, your love for him growing. “oh baby of course” you giggled.

The next day was just as action packed, going to multiple cathedrals and basilicas which you hadn’t gotten to the day before, and then spending time in the gardens, taking so many pictures of each other, half of them turning out blurry because the two of you couldn’t stop laughing.

He held you hand the whole time, keeping you close to him the whole time, kissing you at times and always looking at you with so much love. All over Twitter and Instagram were pictures of the two of you holding hands and laughing, many of them with one of the two of you pointing at something, many of the ones with you pointing had timothée looking at you with a smile rather than what you were showing him, it gave you butterflies.

That night you headed to the hotel early, packing everything to catch the late night flight to Rome, the last destination on the trip. The two of you packed quickly, racing to see who would finish first. This made timothée sneak up behind you and unfold your tshirts, run back to his area and rush to finish, an attempt to beat you. You were one step ahead, you had hidden his shampoo so you had no problem re folding while he ran around everywhere.

“I’m done!” You announced proudly, smiling at your boyfriend and he rolled his eyes, a pout on his face. “That’s not fair! I finished before you i just lost my shampoo” he responded, you smirked at him. “Check under your pillow” his eyes went wide and raced to get it, jaw dropping when he found it. “y/n i swear one day im gonna beat you at these competitions” he huffed, pushing you playfully and you shoved him back laughing.

The two of you cuddled the whole time in the airport, attached to the hip, and napping until your flight boarded, where the two of you also slept the whole time. When you finally arrived in Rome, you both headed to the hotel, knocking out there too, excited for the next two days in Rome before returning home. The two of you only had two cameras left, it filled you with excitement to get the photos developed, knowing you would have so many pictures of him to post and an endless amount of wallapapers.

When the two of you awoke the next morning you headed out quickly, excited to spend yet another day together.

“timothée oh my god look at that dog! Do you think he speaks Italian?” You questioned, smiling at the small dog that walked past the two of you. “I’m sure he does my angel” he replied, laughing. Pulling you along the busy street, putting his arm around your waist.

The two of you marveled at the colosseum, mind running wild at the thought of people using it. “You think they ever had a concert in there?” You asked your boyfriend who giggled, “im not so sure they did my angel” you thought about someone using it today. “What if someone tried to have on in there today” you smiled and timothée quickly replied, “as soon as the speakers start blasting everything would just crumble” you laughed at the thought of someone wanting to have fun only to ruin one of the most iconic pieces of history.

The two of you walked along the streets, holding hands and swinging them back and forth, debating where to go next. “How about the pantheon?” You suggested and he nodded with a smile, “you read my mind darling.”

The two of you got there surprisingly quickly and sat down for a second, both of your guys’ feet hurting. You put your head on timmys shoulder, closing your eyes for a second, you could hear everyone talking, the sound of cars and the wind. “Are you tired mon amour?” Timothée asked, not wanting to tire you out so much, he wanted you excited and happy not tired.

“just a bit, but I’m sure it’ll leave as soon as we see the Vatican” you spoke, a smile forming on your face as you opened your eyes and looked at the brunette next to you. He kissed your cheek, getting up and extending a hand to help you up. “Let’s go see what all those shops we passed have had to offer later yeah?” He grinned and you nodded, stretching a little before falling into step with him.

The two of you arrived at the Vatican and you swear you had never felt more in awe than staring at everything inside, everything was so adorned and beautiful, even the pillars on the outside when the two of you were waiting (only for like 5 minutes) made you smile in amazement. Timothée and you kept pointing out everything, a smile on both of your faces. Both of your cheeks hurt from smiling so much but neither of you complained, too happy to care.

After the two of you walked around for a bit more you left and entered the busy streets of Rome once again, taking pictures of each other all the time and stopping to look at anything and everything. “Let’s go get something to eat” you suggested. “Oh yeah I’m starving after all that walking” he replied, pulling out his phone to find a nice place to get food.

Soon enough he found a nice spot and the two of you arrived there quickly, excited to eat. After ordering and eating the two of you sat in comfortable silence, taking the time to wind down before going back out. “can we go to the Trevi Fountain? I brought coins for us to throw in” you asked and timothée wanted to kiss you all over and hug you and never let you go because god you were so fucking cute.

“of course we can go mon amour, are you ready to go right now?” He asked and you nodded, he paid quickly before taking his hand in yours, the two of you walking slower than before, you were leaning on him slightly, he was talking about some story that had happened to him in high school. You don’t remember exactly how the story had come up but you were grateful that it had.

As the two of you continued walking hand in hand and smiling at the sights you realized that no one had disturbed the two of you this whole trip which was very surprising, but you were grateful that his fans were respectful of the two of you. “okay i told you am embarrassing story of me in high school you tell me one” he pushed and you groaned, stealing the water bottle from his hands and gulping down the drink.

“i wasn’t really embarrassing in high school, i had like five friends and we always looked out for one another, middle school i was the biggest emo alive” you shuddered thinking back to all the diary entries you had made. “I remember i wrote this one poem that was so cringe and i thought it was the best thing ever written” you cringed at the memory and he bursted our laughing, leaning into you as he did so.

“Do you still have said diary?” He questioned, a mischievous smile forming on his face, “back at my parents house yeah” you replied, narrowing your eyes at him, “but you will never lay your eyes on a single one of those pages Hal” you sternly replied, smiling as he rolled his eyes and pulled you closer to him, putting his arm around you. “We’ll see about that one” he smiled.

“oh my god! Timmy there it is!” You shrieked, energy suddenly overflowing as you ran, pulling timothee with you causing him to almost trip over his feet. You pushed through the crowd, saying excuse me and sorrys until you got the the front of the fountain. Timothée arrived a couple seconds after you, out of breath and amazed at how fast you had ran.

“ma cherie you need to slow down” he spoke, leaning over to catch him breath. You stared at the fountain in awe, a smile sprawled across you face, taking in the beauty of it all. “I can’t believe I’m really here” you whispered, timothée got up, wrapping both his arms around your waist. “Believe in my love” he smiled, kissing you on the cheek.

Suddenly you heard a crack of thunder and soon enough rain started pouring, the once crowded area was now close to empty as everyone ran for shelter, you and timothée didn’t budge, mainly because you didn’t even flinch and refused to move.

you turned to timothée, hair sticking to both of your foreheads a wild smile on your face as you dig into your pocket, looking for the coins you had brought. Quickly you handed one to timothée. “Ready?” You smiled and he nodded. “Okay, 1, 2, 3!” You shouted, the coins flipping into the water at the same time. Turning to timothée you found him smiling at you and you laughed.

“When in Rome” you said before bunching his shirt into your fist and pulling him into a kiss, you eyes shutting as rain fell around the two of you. The kiss was what you imagined the movie ones were like, passionate and loving. You smiled into the kiss before you opened your eyes and pulled away.

“you drive me crazy y/n” he whispered, a giant smile on his face as you wiped away the water from your eyes and pushed the hair out of your face. “Should we get out of the rain?” You giggled and he nodded, “probably, we don’t wanna get sick” he joked and you punched him. “Don’t fucking jinx it!” You yelled, running to the nearest shelter you could find, which so happened to be a tourist shop.

Shopping with timothée was always fun, shopping with timothée in another country was another level. He wanted to buy you everything you looked at, he would buy you at $50 shirt if you really wanted it. The two of you were dripping wet and needed to buy new clothes or else you would definitely get sick. You ended up wearing tacky tourist shirts, getting matching ones of course and buying souvenirs for everyone back home as well as a few things to decorate and to keep for yourselves.

Considering how hard it was pouring and the fact that the two of you now had wet socks you decide to call it a day and go back to the hotel room, not wanting to get sick considering tomorrow was the last day. You were glad that it was already 5 pm, you wouldn’t have missed that much that you had planned and you could easilh get to them tomorrow.

You guys quickly got into a car and made your way back to the hotel, opting on showering together. As the two of you stepped in you let out a sigh at the feeling of the warm water. You let the water rinse the two of you off before shutting it off and getting timothées shampoo, telling him to turn around so you could wash his hair.

“thank you for this whole trip baby, it’s really been a dream come true” you spoke, massaging the shampoo into his hair. “Im sorry that it rained sweetheart, i really wanted us to be able to do everything because this was supposed to be perfect and-” you frowned at him despite his back being to you. “Timothée you can’t control the weather! And even then this trip is already perfect because I’m here with you. I’m in Italy with the love of my life dammit, ive drank so much good wine and eaten even more good food! We haven’t gotten this much time alone in god knows how long, you’ve literally had a chauffeur in every city so that we didn’t have to worry about parking and you made us an itinerary! Everything about this trip has been perfect, even the hiccups in the road.” You stated, smiling at the memories the two of you had already made.

You turned the water back on to rinse the shampoo out of his hair and he smiled at you, kissing you on the forehead. “And plus, i finally got my kiss in the rain AND it was infront of the trevi fountain, how am i supposed to complain again ever?” You smiled up at him, he laughed and quickly closed his eyes as shampoo rinsed from his hair. He grabbed your shampoo and began to wash your hair, you relaxed at his touch and closed your eyes.

“I love you so much angel, you don’t even understand” he whispered, you hummed in response. He gave you a soft kiss to your neck, giving you goosebumps.

Soon enough you guys hopped out of the shower, warm and clean and changed into some pijamas, snuggling into bed and looking out of the giant window next to you. Between the sound of the rain hitting the window and timothées soft breathing, you quickly dozed off, not caring that it was only 6:30 pm and you’d probably wake up at 2 am with an insane amount of energy. Timothée asked you something,confused as to why you weren’t replying until he looked at you, a bashful smile on his face when he saw you sleeping.

“you know i love you so much, you mean the world to me mon amour, there isn’t anything i wouldn’t do for you” he whispered, brushing your hair lightly to get it out of your face. He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, turning the lights off in the room before closing his eyes and drifting off the sleep alongside you.

You ended up not even waking up throughout the night, instead sleeping until early the next morning. You hadn’t realized how tired you had been until now since you were more energetic than ever, excited to get as much in on the last day.

Timothée was the one dragging you around everywhere today, determined to get through the list had made, you smiled at him as he explained everything to you, surprised at how much he knew. “When did you make this list anyway?” You asked over lunch, looking up at him after you chewed your food. “I woke up at 2am and i couldn’t sleep but i didn’t wanna wake you up so i made this list and researched everything so i can give you the full tour guide experience” he replied, a giant smile on his face as you gawked at him.

“yeah that’s it, I’m gonna marry you” you shrugged, continuing to eat as timothée blushed and kept eating. The conversation flowing easily between the two of you and a comfortable silence falling into place at times.

The day continued quickly, visiting many more sites and before you knew it your disposable camera came to an end, and 30 minutes later so did timothées as the sunset. The two of you sat down on a bench, waiting on your guys’ driver to arrive so the two of you could pack up and head home.

“i can’t believe it’s over” you smiled softly, sad that it was over but happy that it happened. “Don’t worry mon amour im sure we’ll be back soon enough” he smiled and you put your head on his shoulder. “I love you with everything I have timothée” you spoke, looking up at him from your position. He kissed your forehead gently, “i love you so much more y/n” he smiled.

The two of you once again raced to pack up, you purposefully ‘lost’ your favorite shirt and let him win, although he would always hold it against you, it didn’t matter because you would lose over and over and over again if it meant seeing the amount of joy on his face when he shouted “IM DONE” and looked over at you with an unzipped suitcase.

As the two of you were waiting at the airport gate you had to make the obligatory Instagram post, gathering pictures of the two of you together and of yourself to post, you smiled as you picked out the photos. Searching the internet to see if anyone had caught the two of you kissing in the rain in front of the fountain, which of course they had. You looked over at a napping timothée, smiling as you set the photo as your lockscreen and added it to your post, quickly you typed out your caption.

“Italian days <3”

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witchcraft-in-wonderland · 4 years ago

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Carnival of Carelessness (Pt.3)

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"Virgil! Virgil wake up!" Virgil heard Remy's voice, he blinked his eyes and sat up on the bed. Remy held one of Virgil's hands and held an arm around his waist.

"There we go, careful, working off those pills is going to strain your system quite a lot Vivi," Remy said, running his fingers through Virgil's hair.

"Remy! Breakfast!" Remus called from downstairs. Remy stood up, helping Virgil slowly off the bed and onto his feet.

"I'll wait outside for you while you get dressed ok?" Remy said, walking through the door and shutting it behind him. Virgil looked through the closet for a bit. His hands wavered on his old costume, his head spun, he felt sick.

Eventually he decided on a black t-shirt, ripped jeans, black boots, and a purple and black hoodie, which he wrapped around his waist.

"Alright, I'm done, so what exactly am I supposed to do here?" Virgil said as Remy took his arm and walked with him to the dining room.

"Oh you dont have chores or anything, we'll handle that until you're better," Remy said.

"I'm still not sure what you mean by that." Virgil said, crossing his arms as he sat down.

"Working off those pills is going to hurt Virgil, you're staying with us for your safety, it's going to take you at least a month till all that pain goes away," Remus said, setting food on Virgil's plate.

"What do you mean pain?" Virgil said.

"Think cramps, and multiply that by about ten," Remus said with a sympathetic look. Virgil froze.

"Well- my birth control pills mostly get rid of that- why shouldnt they work for this?" Virgil said.

"Completely different types of cramps babes," Remy said. Virgil paused for a second before nodding.

"Makes sense," he said before digging into his food.

"So what's the news with Jan?" Remy said, looking at Remus.

"He left to investigate a few more cases a while ago, hes coming back this afternoon to check on Virgil, if you ask me someones got a bit of a crush," Remus said, smirking. Virgil's face flushed red and he glared across the table at him.

"Well he's never been this committed to a case before, unless you count the two of us," Remus said with a laugh.

"Babes dont tell me you're suggesting that sneaky snake's fallen for us poor saps?" Remy said with a grin.

"Oh I wouldn't be surprised, I am very charming," Remus replied, smirking.

"You're a rat is what you are," Virgil laughed.

"Oh a rat am I? And what does that make you hm? A pidgeon I suppose?" Remus sneered. Virgil glared at him and waved a hand, he was about to reply when he felt a sharp sting in his stomach. He winced and leaned back against the chair.

"What the hell-" Virgil growled through gritted teeth. Remy rushed over and put a hand on Virgil's shoulder.

"Remus-" but Remus had already ran off.

"Shhh Virgil Remus is going to get something, relax," Remy said.

"Got it!" Remus ran in with a glass of something and a few types of fruit.

"Here Virgil drink this, it'll help," Remus said, holding up the glass.

Virgil took it out of his hands and downed the whole thing, with Remy's help to steady his arms.

"Ok now you're gonna be eating a lot more fruit, so I hope you're a fan," Remy said.

"Didnt eat much other than cereal anyways," Virgil said as he continued eating.

After he finished he, Remus, and Remy sat on the couch watching movies. Virgil burying his head in Remy's shoulder, legs stretched across Remus' lap.

"Well someones comfy," Remus laughed as he tossed another grape toward him.

Virgil smiled and caught it in his mouth, nodding slightly. He heard the sound of the door opening and looked up.

"Jan! There you are! Catch anybody recently in those coils of yours?" Remus said, laughing.

"Good evening to you to Remus," Janus said.

"Sup babes," Remy said, waving slightly.

"Hey Remy," Janus said as he walked up the stairs.

"Virgil, how are you faring?" Janus said, placing a hand on Virgil's forehead.

"I'm fine, been stuffing my face with more food than I can handle, if my stomach doesnt explode from this reaction stuff it's going to explode from to much fruit," Virgil said.

"Well excuse us for trying to make you feel better," Remus said, rolling his eyes. Janus chuckled.

"So how did your case go then?" Remy asked.

"Let's not discuss it right now," Janus said, with a pointed look at Virgil.

"Wanna watch a movie Jan?" Virgil asked.

Janus nodded and settled himself on the couch next to Remus, they watched movies for a few more hours, until Virgil managed to get himself to fall asleep.

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years ago

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt 151

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Coming back to Garrison should have been a relief. It really should have. It wasn’t until Lance had cleaned through that he felt like he was really home again. All his stuff was where it was supposed to be, but Matt and Rieva had changed a few things around. Lance felt bad about changing it back, yet he knew it’d grate on him until he had.

Sitting himself down on the lawn, the vampire sighed deeply. Hand clutching at his pendant, unable to not think of Mami. That photo... of his first scan. Taken from camera footage obviously... back when he thought they were only have one child and Mami placed her bet. Back when he thought he’d have his Mami through it all. Back before Allura had dropped her foresight in their lap, and back before everything fell apart. It felt impossible to get Allura’s words out of his head. So he’d done what he did best when stressing, he’d cleaned. Cleaned and organised. Everything in its correct place, normalcy restored one room at a time. The Pidge and Hunk had climbed into bed with them, and... it’d been kind of nice seeing how long it’d been. Keith was left coffeeless, but that was okay because he was there to guide his sleepy boyfriend from the chaos.

This was his first Christmas without Mami, ever. It wasn’t even Christmas Day by a long shot. Presents were a distraction. Opening Mami’s was the hardest... then they dropped one last present on him as he lingered over opening the presents for the twins

“Lance?”

Shooting Hunk a wobbly smile, he’d heard them coming. Kind of glad it wasn’t Keith. He didn’t want to burden his boyfriend with a mess of feelings when all he wanted was Keith to feel part of their Christmas traditions. Being the tech nerd she was, evenings meant losing repeatedly and watching her and Hunk get progressively drunker through the night. He’d tuck them in, Pidge would be bragging about her winning right until she fell asleep

“Hey guys. I’m okay”

Dropping down beside him, both his best friends leaned into him

“Dude. We’re sorry about Mami”

“You guys did nothing wrong. I love that photo. I just miss her”

Wrapping their arms around him, Lance didn’t know who to hug back first

“I miss her too. She like super believed in me. Told me to show those boys how a real woman took on technology”

“Remember how she made all that extra food for our exams...”

“Mhmm... and Lance disappeared, so she called us to come over and visit”

“Remember the first time we met her...”

Pidge laughed at Hunk. Hunk had stammered so badly Mami couldn’t stop laughing at him to relax

“Yeah. I thought she was too cool to be related to Lance”

Lance sighed softly

“She really was the coolest. I miss her... I miss her so much”

Pidge eased off, letting Hunk pull Lance up against his chest as Lance started to cry

“We know you do, buddy. We know. We do too. She was the best to go to the fair with. Always cheering us on”

“She loved you guys. God. She loved you both so much. I thought... so many times I thought that this was it. Then she’d rally through, talking about how she’s a tough old bird...”

“I don’t think she’d want to see you crying like this. She’d call you out and say you’re too soft hearted”

Lance snorted

“Yeah. Yeah, she’d tease me. But... she was like... like my number one supporter. She protected me from everything. And I feel like I didn’t do enough for her”

Pidge punched his arm

“Idiot. Mami loved being with you. And you loved being with her. We all knew you were a total Mumma’s boy”

“That’s... that’s because... She never looked at me differently. When they... my siblings cut ties, she kept them all in line. I ruined my whole family and she’d tell me I didn’t. She didn’t blame me when it got too much for Rachel. Or... or how many nightmares I had. She’d reach for me and hold me in her lap. Sometimes she’d sing me to sleep, and sometimes she just knew I needed her to hold me. I’m sorry... I know I’m not... not okay... I just...”

“Man, she was your mum. Pidge and I are just happy you’re home again. We really missed you”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you guys”

Deciding she needed hug, Pidge wrapped her arms around the pair of them, digging her chin into Lance’s shoulder

“It’s okay. If you’d up and left we would have totally hacked your devices and found some way to track you down. You didn’t leave because you hated us, right?”

“No! No... I could never hate you guys. But... I wasn’t sure about coming back”

“Dude, we get it. I mean, you were mostly here because of Mami. You like to overthink too much”

“Careful, Pidgeon, you’re starting to sound too much like Keith”

Pidge sighed dramatically. Lance glad she hadn’t screamed in his ear. She was so excited over this Christmas party that Lance wondered how many coffees she’d downed before coming over and if she’d slept at all the night before

“I hate to admit it, but he’s got a point. You’re back with us now, and you’re stuck with us. Like super stuck. I mean, I could superglue myself too you, if you’re not getting the point, but I think it’s against some kind of universal law to glue yourself to a pregnant person”

Lifting his arm, the angle was awkward as Lance hugged Pidge without having to move away from Hunk’s chest. His two besties were the best friends anyone alive, or dead, could ask for

“I think Keith would be mad, plus being a vampire means throwing up what you eat... and we all know how much you love the sight of vomit”

“This pregnancy isn’t working in my favour. At least I know I’m in prime position for favourite aunt”

“There’s always Shay. Seeing she knows... Which I’m betting you haven’t had her sign a non-disclosure agreement over”

That Shay now knew meant there was a massive weight taken off Hunk’s relationship with her. He didn’t need to know Hunk and Shay had done the do. Hunk was his best buddy. The feelings it brought up were the same feeling about hearing Shiro and Curtis, or Matt and Rieva, meaning as long as it was consensual it was absolutely none of his business. Hunk let out a long moan of what Lance assumed was despair, before shaking his head

“I didn’t mean to tell her. She was talking about you being gone, and not coming back and why you vanished in the first place when that was completely unlike you... and it kind of slipped out. I thought we were over. She left pretty much as soon I’d told her...”

Pidge took over from Hunk

“Then she called me up, talking about Hunk saying some really weird things. She was as freaked as I was to know these things existed. I told her to listen to Hunk and that he wasn’t crazy, and Shay was crazy enough to go back and demand answers”

Yeah. No. Lance wouldn’t have able to handle it. He was slightly cowardly and he knew it. Though... he hadn’t really had much of a life not knowing about the things in the dark

“I don’t think I could have handled it”

Pidge giggled

“She already thought you were a bit weird. The teeth totally didn’t help with all the flashing around you did, and she had her own theories about you being ill. She’s not as good of an investigator as I am, but she’s got potential”

Hunk defended his girlfriend, Lance not sure how he felt about Shay thinking he was weird when he’d been so nice to her in the past

“She’s still learning. Shay is so smart, I’m sure she’ll catch up in no time. We weren’t that good when we started”

“Maybe. She’s better than Matt. People want to see more of my “Hot Brother”. Like, excuse me?! Matt isn’t hot, and he’s not that smart either. We’re making a show about ghost hunting, not about my brother”

Eh. Sometimes he could throttle Matt and wish an in anaesthetised neutering upon him, yet, he wasn’t ugly. Objectively Lance assumed a lot of people would find mind Matt attractive

“Matt’s not completely unattractive. Like you’re pretty cute for a criminal mastermind”

Pidge made a fake retching sound. Matt to busy arguing with the others over how to hang the photo frame over the fireplace. It’d look nice there, better then the mirror and above his little shrine of super important things on his mantle

“Dude, that’s my brother. No. You’re not allowed to say that”

“I’m very happily taken by Keith, so you don’t have to worry about me climbing into bed with your brother. If anything I should be worried about Matt climbing into bed with me”

Pidge detached herself. Lance clinging to Hunk like gum to the bottom of a shoe. At this point someone might have to scrape him off. Anxiety was so cruel. The voices in his head telling him over and over that they’d never forgive him and he should rid them off the curse that was knowing him. He’d been preparing his heart, knowing he’d break theirs if he chose Cuba over coming home. Blue would go to Hunk, who’d make sure his princess would have all the wet food that her highness could desire.

“You guys are weird. Like, super weird. I get that you’re close, but why would Matt climb into bed with you”

“It’s a wolf thing. They have a high sex drive. I’m a vampire so his ego is naturally ruffled, but my body can also take a lot more than human. Don’t worry, we punched it out and we’re friends. Rieva says I’m part of her pack, which is super weird for a wolf to accept a vampire”

Hunk was making his “confused face”. Lance didn’t have to see it to know he was. Pidge must be wishing she hadn’t gone there. A moment or two of thought passed before Hunk shrugged

“I don’t think it’s weird. They do live with you”

“Hunk, my sunshine. It’s not really a thing in my world. I’ve never hung around werewolves and vampires for longer than I could help it. Normally we’d both kill each other if we were strangers in the wrong territory. Even if we’re “domesticated” we still have strong egos that control us if we don’t keep a tight hold of them”

“But you helped them out”

Bless Hunk from the top of his head to the bottom of his feet

“Yeah. But there’s all this instinct bullshit. Sometimes the smell of Rieva and Matt still makes my face go all vampire like and my nails get super long and scary. I guess maybe if you think of as being drunk and trying to act sober. There’s that part of you that’s all party with no fear and could anything. I don’t know how to really explain ego to you. It’s just there for me”

“Well... we’re here for you too. Shiro says we’re having a baby shower soon”

Pidge wasn’t having a topic change by Hunk on her watch

“Excuse me, but I think we were actually crowning me best aunt”

“Shay would make a great aunt. And a great mother...”

“Can I not have anything to myself?”

Oh dear. He’d better not mention Allura

“Now, now. We all know Curtis would make a great aunt too”

“He doesn’t count. You two are too into those weird soap operas. Plus, Shiro said he’s the best uncle, so Curtis is already one up”

“What about me?”

Lance nuzzled into Hunk’s chest. He loved cuddles with Keith, but Hunk cuddles were a whole other feeling

“You’ll be the very best uncle. As for a baby shower, can we wait? Until things have settled down and we’re closer to June?”

Pidge tugged on his arm

“But we want to celebrate”

“And you will. That reminds me, should I be worried about Keith’s present?”

“Oh, absolutely. We’re got to borrow you both for a bit, but we think he’ll be happy”

Putting two and two together, Lance bit down his groan. Obviously Keith’s bike was at Hunk’s dad’s garage. Great. Now he’d have to worry about Keith out on it

“I know what’s happening. I don’t think I want to think about him back on his bike”

“How did you know?”

“Call it one of my many vampire senses. You guys can borrow him. I don’t want to see that death trap. He’s still got the scars from the accident”

“Fiiiiine. We’ll borrow him. It’s not our fault if he comes back smiling”

Lance smiled at the thought of Keith smiling. He loved it. He loved how unguarded Keith could be when he let his walls drop and let himself be happy

“He does that”

“Much more than when we met him. You’re completely to blame”

Blame was such a dirty and ugly word. Still, if he was to blame for Keith’s happiness, he’d take all the blame in the world.

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid #ashratherose

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sweetestrequiems · 5 years ago

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I: Meetings and Photos

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A/N: Hello you lovely people of the Queendom on Tumblr. I’m Kit, and... well, you’ve seen me around enough. I wrote Silence is Never Better, The Tower of London, and maybe a few other things you might have seen around. Anyways... Welcome to the first chapter of Out of a Book! I’m very excited to share this with you all. I truly hope with heart and soul that you all enjoy this. If you ever want to leave any feedback, feel free to message me, or contact me at one of these profiles:

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A rather early Thursday morning in the city of Syracuse, New York. The time’s about 7:15 in the morning.

The sun was over the horizon, but there was little to no noise inside of the apartment. The birds sang their graces and none of this seemed to be the thing to wake up the sleeping woman. In fact, a little snore escaped from her while she slept. Had her roommate not needed to go to work, she would've turned that against the woman in a heartbeat. But of course, this was not out of malice; the two would see the situation being out of fun. Getting up this early in the morning, however, never came easy for the woman that was still in bed. There were two things able to get her to wake up: the sun hitting her eyes, or an alarm of sorts, whether from a phone or a clock.

On this Thursday morning? It was both of those things that would wake her up.

An aggravated Catherine Parr turned to face away from the sunlight, and to reach for her phone. Forcing herself to sit up to turn the alarm off, Parr set the phone down before stretching her arms up and yawning. She noticed the quiet of the apartment about a few minutes from initially waking up. This meant that she was half asleep for a good little bit. “Ah, Lina went to work. Right, I almost forget she’s a teacher sometimes,” she finishes her sentence with a hum. Catalina Aragón, someone she affectionately called Lina, or even just Aragon. She found it fun to have a Spanish roommate, if she was being honest with herself. Made for a more entertaining time some days.

Parr’s never-resting mind began to try to think as to why she had set an alarm so early in the morning. Was it due to the fact she kept waking up too late? Was it a meeting with her publicist? The woman, for the life of her, could not remember. A hand came up to her forehead, rubbing it a few times before pinching the bridge of her nose. “This is bollocks. I can’t remember why I set my alarms so early,” a groan of frustration comes out under her breath. If she hadn’t turned her alarm off so quickly, she might’ve read the reminder that she had put for it. That didn’t matter much. It would come back to smack her in the face later.

Letting her legs swing over the edge of the bed, Parr pushed herself up and on her feet she landed.

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7:45 am.

For Catherine to admit she was ready for the day, she needed one thing, and that one thing was in her hands as she walked back to the small table. Sitting down, the ceramic mug came up to her lips. Coffee. That was the one thing she needed. Her shoulders came up for a moment before they eased up, a smile helping her expression soften up from grumpy-seeming to amused. Opening up her laptop, Catherine softly hummed. A buzz makes her gaze shift from the laptop screen to her phone’s screen, seeing the notification on it. Tapping on it, she allows her phone to open up the email.

From: Cleves, Anna To: Parr, Catherine Subject: Planning for next release

Parr,

Writing a short email to remind you about our 8:00 am meeting for the first steps of getting the announcement of your upcoming book release. If you have any ideas post-conference, be sure to write them down and send me an email with them. We can further discuss those at a later date.

Anna Cleves Media Agent/Public Relations

Bringing her free hand up to her mouth, Catherine Parr forced herself to swallow the mouthful of coffee and then hissed under her breath. “That’s today?! It’s 7:55, I have barely any time to get ready!” Gold star for Cathy Parr. Standing up, the author gave a sigh and quickly disappeared off to the space that was her room in the apartment to at least make herself presentable from the torso up. It did not matter that she was wearing black joggers, so long as she looked like she was ready for a business meeting.

Adjusting her curls so they wouldn’t fall over her face, Catherine paced over to the chair, and sat back down. Now that she had her headset on, and got ready in the nick of time, she patiently waited for the call. There it was. Taking a brief moment to look at herself and adjust her blouse, she answers. “Good morning, Anna.”

“Good morning to you too, Cathy. Glad to see you’re awake at an early time. And you got all dressed up, too! You didn’t have to,” a chuckle. Cleves ran a hand through her hair and gave a smile. “So, we’re looking at what kind of a timeline for the release, exactly?” A slight roll of the eyes, and a shake of the head. “Would’ve been nice to know before I spent the last five minutes panicking over being dressed decently. Anyways, to the main topic. My editor is getting ready to give me the list of revisions made to the draft and then I’m going to once again, go in and edit whatever needs to be changed per her advice. We’re... aiming for maybe... three to six months from now.”

A nod from Anna. Catherine could see the woman looking at a second screen and typing something. Probably notes about all of this. This conversation carried on past 8:30, until it was Anna herself who decided to conclude it. “Sounds wonderful. I’ll be in touch, as per usual. But now that this is over, we can talk about something else, if you’d like.” Although they saw each other maybe once or twice a month in person, Anna and Catherine were quite the close friends–– about as close as Catherine and Catalina, since the two have been roommates since their university days. “Look, I woke up this morning thinking I had nothing to do, and I was just going to text Lina for the grocery list but then your email popped up,” a laugh. The German woman simply shook her head.

“So you got dressed up in a panic, Cathy? I’m shocked.” There was another bout of laughter that interrupted them. Parr found herself nodding. “Of course I did. I’m not going to just answer a conference call from you in a crop top and joggers, and with a messy bun.” The thought of Parr actually having a messy bun made Cleves laugh. “You and messy buns? You’ve got to be kidding me. But good job admitting you’re still halfway in your pajamas.”

Now she rolled her eyes. She rolled them so hard, they could've rolled right off her face.

Catherine shook her head, not being able to help the smile. “Hush. As if you weren't in your own. You’re at home, I know you are!” Her hands went to grab the cup of coffee, and she brought it back up to her lips. She was a bit proud of herself for not having touched it the whole time during the meeting, but now she was craving it. So, she began to drink it, allowing Anna to talk. “Where’s Lina? I’m surprised the woman isn’t around there. Wait, no... never mind, don’t answer that. She’s at work, isn’t she?” A nod. “Yeah, she’s a teacher, Anna. She leaves early. Comes back by dinner time normally.”

It was a safe assumption to say the two were having a fairly good time speaking to each other.

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11:11 am.

“Perfect. That’s the shot,” a southern English voice rang out in the studio apartment. That was the voice of the beauty that took the world by storm: Anne Boleyn. “Tu as un bon oeil avec une caméra, Maggie! Ça a l'air super, vraiment. Go on and head on home, you’re good to go. Have fun with the pictures,” the ruby-lipped woman gave a kiss on both cheeks to her photographer friend, who packed up soon after and headed on out. Sitting down on the loveseat, Boleyn ended up getting herself to lay down and hold her phone right above her face.

“Lame.” She scrolls past one post.

“Seen it.” Another.

“What’s this?” A new post from her favorite author. She’d never admit it, but deep down inside, she was a huge nerd. Anne skimmed over the post, her thumb double tapping the screen. Parr’s posts were always inspirational quotes, or some snippets from her works. This one was just an appreciation post. A smile began to form, with it eventually becoming a light laugh. “She’s so kind! It’s amazing how someone so famous has a golden heart. And I’m sure she knows she’s got the fame.”

Most of the remainder of the morning for Anne was spent laying down, on Instagram, with no care in the world. Truly, the woman was one of a rather mellow personality. And in her spare time, she loved a good book. Deciding she’d had enough of Instagram for the time being, she closed out of the app and opened up another one. Probably delivery or something, considering it was approaching the afternoon and she felt her stomach rumble just a little. “Good thing I decided to get food. Has it really been almost five hours since I ate?”

An early riser, she was. On most days, Boleyn woke herself up at around three in the morning to go work out from maybe 3:30 to 4:45 in the morning. Sometimes she’d extend that work out to 5:45 in the morning. Then it was off to come back home, shower and get comfortable to be in the kitchen and cooking food for herself by around the 6:45 mark. She was always eating by seven in the morning, if not ten minutes later. But she was feeling particularly lazy today, so she’d take advantage of the day to just lounge around.

Standing up, Anne left her phone face down on the loveseat. She didn’t need it to get comfortable. And to be fair, it took her maybe about ten minutes, because the majority of it was her washing her face and making sure to take good care of that. She did however, come out of her bedroom with her glasses on. Now that she was alone for the day, she could just be Anne. No contacts, no sunglasses. Just plain Anne Boleyn. She was a huge nerd growing up, and she knew this to be quite true. She loved herself, and she truly did love her modeling career, but she found it odd to be both a nerd and a super famous model at the same time.

So, she’d keep her personal life to herself. Just like that.

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1:00 pm.

Having finished her lunch around fifteen minutes ago, and having cleaned everything up, Anne found herself at a crossroads during the day. She could take her glasses off, grab a blanket, and take a nice nap. She could go out to the local shops and peruse their inventories. She could get into the kitchen, and do some meal prepping. She had options, but she just couldn’t quite put her finger on what she wanted to do. Shrugging it off, the woman reached for the bookshelf. One of Parr’s books was in her hands.

Anne couldn’t quite tell what drew her into Catherine’s writings. Her books were not quite memoirs, but not quite fully opinionated pieces either. However, they did fall into the non-fiction category. Think of it as a discourse, kind of–– but one full of opinion, experience, and even proven fact. She was a strong woman, and had morals. Anne Boleyn was drawn to that from the first day she picked up a book by Catherine Parr. Laying back down on the loveseat, she opened up the book with a smile.

“A well deserved following,” she’d softly mutter. Her smile became less and less of one until her face was deadpan; a sign she was focused on reading. Word by word and page by page. Killer looks in front of the camera and the world, but a calm and soft appearance in private. This was something Anne showed maybe once or twice, since she has occasionally posted on her Instagram stories a picture or a video with her in her glasses.

One page became another as the time passed. Page to page, eventually book to book. Anne was in one of her reading holes, humming to herself to add a little more entertainment to her already uplifted mood. What broke her out of the daze was her phone ringing. A phone call. Pulling the phone out from underneath her, Anne answered after reading the caller ID. Maggie. Probably an update about the pictures or something.

“Anne! Bonne nouvelle, mon ami! I’ll have these edited by tonight or tomorrow at best. You’ll be right back on a runway soon enough with these,” Maggie sounded excited. A smile came across Anne’s lips. “Besides, you now have an updated picture for events instead of having to use the one from three years ago! Isn’t that great?” Sitting up, Boleyn set the book down and nodded to herself. “Oui. Merci à vous, comme d'habitude, Maggie. You work miracles,” she chuckles. “We’ll talk later. I might just take a nap or binge some Netflix.”

The conversation carried on for maybe five more minutes before Maggie hung up. Quite literally Anne’s best friend from childhood. Put the two together nowadays, and if Maggie had her camera or Anne’s phone in her hand, it was a photoshoot wherever they went. Safe to say that Maggie was responsible for the solid 90% of Anne’s feed that wasn’t selfies and food posts. Count your blessings, they always say. And despite the overwhelming following, Boleyn truly was grateful for what she had. Every single bit of fame that came her way? She was thankful she managed to get that far.

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6:30 pm.

“Cathy? Estoy aquí y traje comida!”

Catalina had shut the door to the apartment as she finished that statement. Catherine peeked from behind the wall, before stepping out into view and smiling. “How was work, Lina?” Setting the food down on the table, one could see Catalina’s eyes roll to the back of her head for a moment. Looks like she had a troublesome day, considering she wasn't too cheery coming in the door. “Don’t get me started on it, Cathy. They were so unruly today for no reason. Part of me wonders if it’s the fact that they’re teenagers or not, but... it was unreal. The few that sit by my desk in the back of the classroom? They kept their cool, and I was glad about that.”

Catalina and Catherine both opened up their respective take out containers.

“Pero, gran y poderoso Señor... it was a nightmare today.”

A snicker came from Parr. “That’s why I don’t teach English. Could you imagine it? I’d be being told I’m spelling stuff like colour and favourite, or honour wrong! I’m English, we spell it differently than the Americans!” That snicker became a laugh. Catalina couldn’t help but laugh herself. “But truly, I’m so sorry you had to deal with a rowdy bunch today. Maybe they will be more mellow tomorrow. One day is just one day, and you have had one bad day... what... once every few months normally?”

“Yeah, it does happen every few months. So, I guess I won’t worry too much.” Catalina just shrugged it off, stuffing a spoonful of rice into her mouth.

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A bite of chicken found itself on Anne’s fork. She was staring at her food, debating whether she should, or should not, post the dinner she so graciously decided to make. One could see the questioning glimmer in her eyes. The voice across the room made her attention snap from the plate to the source of the voice. “Je sais que c'est joli, mais allez, Anne. You haven’t touched your own food!” A bit of a laugh from Maggie. “I know, I know. Look, I just... wonder sometimes, if there’s anything else I can add to it. I always do that after I finish something.”

“I can tell. Just like when we were kids. You ALWAYS wanted to experiment more with your food. It’s almost like you live to be chaos.”

“Well, I mean... have you seen how I look? I’m chaos disguised as a babe. I like to think I’m pretty fit, after all,” there was the laugh from Boleyn. Shrugging it off, she just started to eat. Maggie was the one to continue the conversation. “Speaking of things you like, Anne... has that favorite author of yours posted anything? You always had a bit of a love for books. I saw that appreciation post earlier, and thought that was sweet. Even with the fame she has to her name, she remains humble. D’you know what, Anne? It reminds me of you a little.”

“How so?”

“Because you are the exact same way! Even with this huge following, you... you take the time to reach out and say thank you! You’re quite humble, despite what your looks say about you. I guess that whole don’t judge a book by its cover thing is real. Also, how do you just know how to make chicken taste good? This is amazing! I’m surprised you didn't go to culinary school,” Maggie practically shoved her food into her mouth, knowing that it would make Anne Boleyn laugh.

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At the end of the night, both women could be found doing the exact same thing before they made themselves fall asleep:

Scrolling through their social media pages. One admiring the other’s confidence, and one admiring the other’s intelligence. A fair trade off to it all.

And despite the surprisingly good chaos from earlier on in the day, Anne Boleyn and Catherine Parr both could agree on one thing:

That there would be one day that their paths cross.

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voyager-into-the-unknown · 5 years ago

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This is another chapter of my ongoing Plance Fanfic, “Days and Nights in the Garden of Voltron”

The previous chapter is here: https://tmblr.co/Z7Ubph2l_c5e7

In honor of Thanksgiving Day in the USA, I present you with an embarrassing dinner table conversation that will water your Plance. 💦🌱 Enjoy!

Please reblog and leave a comment. You can find me on Archive of Our Own as PlanceGardener21. 💙💚

Chapter 11: Lunch with the Paladins

Lance finished his shower and dried off, then dressed in his grey flight instructor’s uniform. He sat down on the bench nearest his locker then picked up his phone and texted Pidge.

Lance: Hey there, Pretty Pidgeon. Are you ready to go to lunch?

There was a long pause. Finally, she answered his text.

Pidge: Hi there, Loverboy. No, I’m not ready yet. I just finished drying my hair. The longer it gets the more trouble it is. I’m still thinking about cutting it short again.

Lance: I hope you don’t do that. You look soooo gorgeous with long hair. 😉

Pidge: 😊 Thanks. But, didn’t you like my hair when it was short?

Lance: Well, I have to admit, you looked totally adorable with short hair, too.

Pidge: You’re sweet. I really need to get dressed now, or we won’t make it to lunch.

Lance: Wait, you’re not dressed?! What are you wearing right now?

Pidge: A towel.

Lance: 😮

Lance: I’d really like to see you in that, you know what I mean? 😉 Do you wanna video chat?

Pidge: No. 🙄 You have such a one-track mind. Stop mentally undressing me, or you’re going to need another cold shower.

Lance: 😂 Too late. 🤣

Pidge: 🙄 Why are you like this?

Lance: Because I’m a guy.

Pidge: Or a perv. I am putting clothes on now. You can go eat lunch if you are hungry.

Lance: No. I intend to escort my lovely girlfriend to the Paladins’ Lounge because I enjoy the pleasure of her company so much. Text me when you’re ready.

Pidge: Okay. Thanks, Sir Lancelot. 😘

Lance: 🥰 You’re welcome, m’lady.

Lance made use of his time by cleaning his armor, straightening his locker and rearranging the contents of his duffel bag. When he finally sat down to continue waiting, he checked the time. They were going to be late for lunch. His phone pinged.

Pidge: I’m ready.

Lance: I’m on my way.

When Lance met Katie in the hallway in front of the women’s locker room, he greeted her with a broad grin and offered her his arm. “Might I escort you to the Paladins’ dining hall, O beautiful maiden?”

She took his arm. “Yes, you may, kind sir.” She eyed him up and down. “You look particularly handsome in your Garrison greys today.”

“Well, you know what they say. A woman can’t resist a man in uniform.” Lance smoothed back his hair with one hand, and gave her his sexiest smile. Then he winked at her and gave her a goofy grin. She giggled at him.

“Alas, it’s a pity that they don’t say that a man can’t resist a woman in a lab coat. These aren’t exactly a fashion statement.”

“Pidge, I wouldn’t be able to resist you even if you were wearing an old burlap sack. I think you’re beautiful no matter what you have on.” She blushed at the compliment, then she sighed.

“I can’t believe that I have fallen for such a smooth talking flirt.”

“You used to hate it when I spoke this way before,” he said, looking more serious.

“That’s because you were using all your best lines on other girls who couldn’t possibly appreciate you as much as I do.”

“Point taken, but I assure you that I am now completely devoted to one special lady, the fair Katie Holt, Queen of Science, Technology, Beauty, and Bad Puns.” He stopped in the middle of the corridor, made an elaborate bow to her and kissed the back of her hand.

Pidge laughed at him. “Well, I am currently swooning over Sir Lancelot, the King of Sharpshooting, Flying, Flirting, and Fun. He’s the King of My Heart as well.”

Lance couldn’t conceal his blushing as he smiled at her. He looked at her with such a tender expression that Pidge nearly melted on the spot. They stood there in the hallway for a moment, lost in each other’s eyes.

The spell was broken when his stomach growled loudly. She gave his belly an affectionate little pat. “If the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, I’d better feed you. Come on.” Pidge took his hand and led him to the dining area.

When they arrived at the mess hall, they were thankful that the serving line was short. They made their selections and carried their trays over to the Paladins’ Lounge, which was a smaller room set apart from the main dining hall. Allura was seated at one end of the table, with Keith and Shiro seated to her right, and Coran and Romelle to her left. Hunk was sitting by Romelle, directly across from Shay, and Matt was seated between Shay and his mother, with Sam at the head of the table, opposite Allura. There were two vacant seats next to Sam. Pidge sat down next to her father, opposite Colleen, and Lance sat down between Pidge and Hunk, directly across from Matt.

“What took you two so long?” asked Hunk.

“My sister was probably making out with her boyfriend,” Matt teased. Pidge tried not to react, but the heat rose to her face in spite of her best efforts to conceal the truth of his words. Colleen and Sam raised their eyebrows at their daughter. Pidge looked as if she was ready to crawl under the table.

Lance tried his best not to react, but his flushed face gave him away. “I was waiting for her to finish drying her hair,” he said truthfully. Well, it was mostly the truth. “Then I walked with her to lunch.”

“Aw, isn’t that sweet?” said Matt as he batted his eyelashes at his sister and her boyfriend. “Lance is willing to wait for my little sister. Such a gentleman.” He was enjoying this entirely too much.

Romelle raised one eyebrow. “Oh, so the rumors are true, then. Pidge really is being courted by Pointy Chin?!”

“Yup,” said Hunk. He and Matt couldn’t conceal their enjoyment of this revelation.

“I hadn’t heard that rumor,” said Shiro. “But I’m not surprised. You know, all those years we were in space Lance was always showing off for her and clamoring for her attention. And Pidge was always stealing glances at him when she thought no one was looking.” Lance and Pidge were both staring down at their plates as they ate, pretending to be engrossed by Garrison cuisine.

“Really?” said Keith. “I hadn’t noticed that.”

“Clueless Keith,” said Hunk. “He was probably too busy bickering with Allura to notice.” Keith opened his mouth as if to argue, but then closed it again, looking a little embarrassed.

“Well, I think congratulations are in order,” said Shay sweetly. “I think they make a lovely couple.”

“Thanks, Shay,” said Lance. He was determined to ignore all of his other friends who were having too much fun teasing them.

“I wasn’t even aware that Number Five was old enough to choose a mate yet,” said Coran. Pidge covered her eyes with her left hand. Her blush deepened when Lance exclaimed, “Hey! We’re not doing any of that stuff...yet.”

Sam was glaring at Lance, and Lance turned to look at him, looking slightly terrified.

“Uh, we are going to wait until we’re married,” Lance added, his voice cracking.

“That’s so romantic,” Matt said, wiping away imaginary tears. “Aren’t they just the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen?” He pretended to swoon. Pidge threw her dinner roll at him. It bounced off of Matt’s forehead and he caught it, then took a bite out of it. Lance swiped Matt’s own untouched roll and put it on Pidge’s plate. She grinned at him. Matt was so busy laughing at them that he hadn’t noticed.

“I found out they were dating when he asked Katie to go to the Garrison Ball with him,” Colleen added. “I almost walked in on them when they were kissing in my laboratory on Friday afternoon.”

“Mom!” Pidge exclaimed.

“Lance apparently spent the whole day at my parents house on Saturday,” Matt said gleefully. “They were ballroom dancing in the living room. My sister even put on a dress.”

There were exaggerated gasps from around the table.

“Lance brought his guitar over and sang for us,” added Colleen. “He wrote her the most beautiful love song.”

“I know they were alone in her bedroom at some point. Who knows what they were up to when they were unchaperoned?” Matt waggled his eyebrows. “I think at some point she got his shirt off—“

“The lyrics were all about falling in love with your best friend.” Colleen was still gushing about the song Lance had written.

“They played some Killbot Phantasm later that night, so of course I had to be a good brother and chaperone them. You never know what an evening of passionate video gaming can lead to—“

“All right,” Sam interrupted in an annoyed voice. “That’s enough, you two.”

“Thanks, Dad,” Pidge said quietly. “Can we talk about something else?” She gave everyone at the table a pleading look.

“I want to hear more about Pidge getting his shirt off,” said Keith with a smirk. Allura kicked him under the table. “Ow!”

Shiro met Sam’s gaze. “So what are the newest developments with the Defenders Project?” Pidge and Lance both relaxed as the conversation shifted toward the development of the land, sea, and air team’s combining vehicles, dynotherms, infracells, megathrusters, and quintessence. Lance was really thankful that Sam and Shiro had rescued them from further embarrassment. He reached for Pidge’s hand under the table and gave it a little squeeze. She smiled at him, knowing that he understood that she felt exactly the same way.

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starlight-starwings · 5 years ago

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The Adventure Zone Season 2 quotes.

Unfortunately the quotes I saved between seasons 1 and 2 were lost because I got a new phone, so this is starting with episode 6 of Amnesty. If anyone has good quotes from the first arc, experimental arcs, ans the live shows during the experimental arcs, feel free to add or send them.

• - listen... ok, we could... agdgsbjsbuhah. how they eat and breathe... its just a show, just relax

- technically the .. waste water systems and the regular water systems of a city or not connected, and so like theres a lot of.. a lot of ways to figure it out. But yea, maybe you get the idea that this thing doesn't.. it can.. it.. is weird man...

• hey there adventure zone lovers. I dont know if that means you love adventure zone, or you... heh heh heh, ya know.

• - can you feel it?

- the idea of feeling is kinda weird-

- close your eyes and tell me if Im doing it

- well you already did- ok.

- close your eyes. Did I do it?

- you did it

- aaahh, I didnt

- ok. This is not a fun game for me

• - its our first day here!

- yeaa. Like... Let me ask you about the fucking... cast of Friends

- youre talking about Matt Leblanc and Matthew-

- Ah fuck.

- ah shit

- damn

- son of a b- he's good, he's real good

• - Don't I have to roll?

- we have not played dungeons and dragons in so fucking long!

- Here

- what are you rolling to do?!

• - tell me, is patience one of your more valued v-

- yes!

• Hey. No ideas bad. It just wasn't good.

• - I got eleven? You got any cash on you?

- uhh yea I happen to have nine bucks right here. Griffin cant prove otherwise.

• listen Pidgeon, here's the thing: I... love... to... practice fishing. But... the running water... frightens me. Its called hydrophobia. And I would love to practice my cast in a real water environment, where I can get in a large body of water, where I can guarantee that running water wont be a factor. And I would just love to practice my casting in a guaranteed still body. But here's the other thing! Sometimes if you do it in a lake, thats what youre thinking, a fish will bite it. And normally thats ideal but Im just trying to practice casting. If like.. when you dont want to catch em. Thats when they're biting. Ya know what I mean? I need a still body of water, that I can guarentee won't move, to practice my fishing casting.

• - Noooo

- are you sure?

- yeaaaaa

- Beause its our podcast!

- noooo

- we're actually doing our own podcast

• - Make uhhh.... check. You're gonna need to make a check for this one

- I got the gum. But I have the gum

- It's good gum; you'll have advantage on it.

• Cause I mean a 4 legged octopus is a horse.

• - What does control water do?

- Merle can- well gee wiz. It makes spaghetti! What do you think control water does?

- whats the fucking card say?

• Good you know my sister Jane was doing missionary work in Honduras and normally I would spend the uh, holidays with her. But uhh I had some friends come in from uhh out of town. And uhh... I wanted to communicare this to anybody who might be listening somehow, and I thought this might be a more organic way of uh, doing it.

• um... nah so ok right... so... the pizza hut sign... started to fall, cause of the weather. And he ran up there on a... fire escape, and tried to... push it? With a bat? Dammit. Nah. He just pushed it. And it fell. But then he fell. Cause he got shocked. I bet. Mmmm. I didn't see. I was in- Ah shit. Alright. Hey folk- hey guys. Rewind. I- hey guys rewind a second. Aahh fuck. I was inside I didn't see. Anything. I don't know. This man. I do know this man. His name- fuck. Alright. I'm met.. high net... here... Mmmm, alright. So, This man's is name is Ned. And he's uh.. friend of mine. And I dont know what the hell happened to him. But you know this guy. He's always getting into something. I don't know. I was in the building. I almost got killed by a pizza hut sign. I might be in shock.

• Write the fucking story with me! We are New York Times bestselling authors!

• - Ok. Go ahead. Uhh where are your wings? Obviously you can't see them right now because I'm wearing my disguise. Would you like to see my wings?

- Yes.

- I don't know you very well, so no, not- not quite yet.

• Aw Juno this is so embarrassing. Um last week, uhh, my truck got beat up, and I... I had to take it over to Whistle's. And he wa- while he was fixing it up I had to borrow yours to run out uh... to- to do a check on... a body of water. In... the... tree... zone... forest. Fuck. It was a body of water in the tree zone. And I had to check on it in your car. And when I- I drove your car, without asking, and... I think I left my... pants? No. Wallet? Money. I left my wallet in your truck and I was wondering if you could go look for it real quick.

• - a goat..

-well. No its.. i mean you look at the legs you can kinda see... yea...

- its pan!

- no were not crossing over

- there no crossover here sir. No.

• - oh thats easy. All you have to do is press that red button right there.

- and what will that do?

- itll give you the key sphere

- well hold on....

- merle casts zone of truth!

- so what happens when I press that button?

- the red button? Itll give you the key sphere

- what will the blue button do?

- it'll kill ya

- what would the other frankenstein tell us?

- well my companion over there always lies. He'll tell ya to hit the blue button.

- oh okay. Its kinda one of those- ya know what Im gonna check his flavor real quick

- ok.

- I flip the lever

- No that'll kill me!

- the other Frankenstein sits up and says oh hey! Im Frankenstein. A lot of people say Im Frankenstein's monster but-

- yea yea yea. Ok we get it. Uh is this Frankenstein in the zone as well?

- uh yea.

- These buttons over here what will the red one do?

- oh the red one? Its the key sphere one. I would've told you its the blue one.

- ok I slam-

- No listen. Listen. No listen. Listen listen listen. Hey. Stop wait! Im the liar Frankenstein.

- I hit the red button.

• - Merle casts shield of faith

- ok. On whom?

-um.. it surrounds a creature of my choice

- yeap. So..

- time to make that choice

- that is kinda the question I asked

• - are you a grief counselor?

- yea you a grief counselor?

- I do have some counseling experience, um, but right now think of me more as your friend.

- I could really use a grief counselor I think more than a friend at the moment. I got-

- ok then Im a grief counselor, yes.

• - and Im gonna roll 2 d6... god almighty... hatchy matchy...

- howd you do, Justin?

- Well I got a 4 on that one, Trav. Which is, what we call in the biz, we call that bad. That is less than ideal.

• A charisma check. Okay. Hahahaha! That's a threeee.

• I know how you young people talk: It was rad.

• hey! Hey man fucking bigfoots behind you dude, drive! Jesus Christ! Hey Ive been skitching this whole time brother, Im really sorry but you gotta fucking drive right now dude, come on! Im vulnerable as hell! Come on! Dont make me fight bigfoot, I want thinking through this shit, go! Im not gonna fucking fight bigfoot.

• No, you know what- I'm gon- ya know what? It's fine. Ya know what? Its fine. Its fine. Im gonna- it- thisll be fine. Thisll actually be fine. Uhhh Im gonna cast lightning bolt on the tank. I thought about it, thisll be fine.

• - dont worry, the rest of us will take care of this. I think the best plan is if the three of you go up the spire to face the final confrontation alone

- why is that the best plan??

- cause theres exactly enough people outside- robots outside, that we'll need all of the army...

- but then why dont we wait and help you kill all of the robots?

- we'll kill them and then we'll all go up together

- theres no time!

- what are you talking about were just fighting a bat- theres plenty of time

- we got a whole other act!

- huurrryy

- okay we'll hurry, yes fine, yes.

- good luck

- well now dont say that! You said to go on ahead!

- I'll remember you

- this passive aggressive stuff...

- youre sending mixed signals. Should we stay and-

- the doors that ive just invented shut behind you.

• Okay uh, Hollis. Let me ask you something: Okay, on the other side of this portal- im gonna lay it out for you. Alright. Are you ready? One hundred percent honesty. On the other side of this portal is another world. Just like, the same scope and size of ours, with a population of people, and... just like us. People just like us. Right? And... think about this. In... lets say West Virginia alone, not even the whole world, the whole earth, west Virginia alone, right. How many people do you think there is, a per capita ratio, thats murderers to just regular people? Right? So what if somebody said "there are murderers in west Virginia, so we're gonna march into west Virginia and kill everyone there, cause they might be murderers." Right so what if the only thing you knew about west Virginia is that some murderers came from here? And you said "so let's just go in and wipe everone out"? You would come in and wipe out the whole state, and murder innocent people, just in case they might be murderers. What does that make you, Hollis?

• - Aubrey what... what are you?

- Oh I'm bisexual.

- Do all of bisexuals have this power?

- Yes.

• - uh lets jump right in

- im in. Already. I actually got in before you did. Just to make sure the water was okay.

- oh how is it? Hows the scene doing?

- the scene is good. Im already in it, but because the narrator has not joined us we are locked in... stasis. We are characters in search of an author as it were, in the pernella play.

- so theyve been there for 2 weeks? Or whats up?

- theyve been there for 2 weeks. Locked in perfect stasis, until time itself should turn its gaze upon us and let us resume our merry roles in this play called existence.

• - did you get the part where we're gonna find the quail and just crush its heart or whatever?

- its uh- its- it- its quell

- yea thats what I said, quail

- you said quail like a big ol bird

- wait what are you saying?

- yea quail

- no quell

- quell?

- quell

- quail?

- quell

- kwäil?

- listen- listen kwaiell

- quail!

- you said quail. Its quell

- the mothman uh, grabs your wrist duck and looks at the watch on it and says 'boy howdy I sure hope that those arent several minutes that we will need to uh prevent the apocalypse. Because they are gone now.

• - Ju- Ju- wait a minute. Juno? Juno Devine?

- yes shes-

- Juno Devine is- shes in the forest service? (Switches to character voice) Ahh-ha! Well that makes a lot of sense! She- she loved the forest. That- ahh...

- that is... did you just do a player to character cross-fade?

- that was so fucking wild Ive never seen anything like that on this podcast

- that melted my brain

- it was like Clint started the sentence, and then Thacker ended the sentence

• I can roleplay a gay elf with magical powers. I dont think I could roleplay someone who likes beef jerky

• We've all been trying to help people right? And sometimes you fuck up. Sometimes people get hurt, sometimes you can't- sometimes you act and you do things, and you're wrong. And if you let the fact that you fucked up stop you from trying to help again, thats... thats the real mistake. Ive fucked up so many times. You cant be afraid to help. Because yea, you might hurt. But you also might help. You just have to keep helping. Dont be afraid. Im not.

• - query: are the extraterrestrial invaders engaging in deception? 89.84% affirm

- now listen. You all don't know Duck like I do. Believe me, he can not engage in deception to save his life.

- he's also an employee of the federal government!

- it skyrockets up to 98.64%

• It makes sense right? Great power; great responsibility. But you know what people forget? Is that the green goblin dosen't swing up to your door everyday and blow your whole life away and in one moment you have to figure out what to do, ya know? The responsibility is every day. Its every moment, and it's- every time I pick one of those saplings up and I put it in the ground, and pat the ground around it, and I pour water on it, and I think about our childrens childrens childrens children will breathe the air that this thing makes, and Minerva, thats power. Thats my responsibility. I dont have to fight no more. I did it. And now Im gonna grow.

#the adventure zone amnesty #mcelroy brothers #podcasts #my post #quotes

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chaniters · 6 years ago

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Crisis Control

The second part of the new series with @kruk-art‘s Awan!

Anathema visits Awan!

Spoilers ahead!

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The tweezers slide off your hand at the last moment, and you can smell the burnt electronics as the device dies once more.

“Shit!” you say slamming your fist against the wall.

It’s your third attempt, and it ended up just like the first two. The scrambler you’re working on should throw Void’s targeting systems off if you ever get it to work. That could give you an edge, you’re tired of his perfect aim...

“Mrreeewww” Pidgeon says rubbing against you.

You pet him absently, instantly feeling a bit calmer… the simplicity of his mind is soothing. It’s very complex work, and you’re not a specialist, but you’ll get it working, doesn’t matter if it takes one or twenty attempts.

You can do this…

“Hungry Pidgeon? Let’s get you some food… and then we’re going to work the hell out of this thing”

After attempt number seven, it finally works, and you fall on the bed exhausted, Pidgeon climbing over your arm and falling asleep, with you soon following.

_______several hours later__________

“Let me out! I don’t like this!” You yell desperately.

“Don’t be so dramatic!” Nathaniel says, his arms crossed, from the other side of the glass on your chamber

“But it stings!” you say looking at the industrial shower nozzles above you. “Water pressure is insane on that thing and the chemicals...”

“It’s just a regular procedure! Your skin is still adjusting to being out of your pod!”

“You haven’t ever done this before! You don’t know how it is!” You’ve done this dozen of times now...

He sighs.

“You’re just being one big child. You’ll get used to it!”

“I’d want to see you get used to it!!” you challenge him

“Oh, you would like that, you little runt? Well, I’m going to show you!” he says starting to take his clothes off.

“Nat, I’m not sure you should do that...” the operator starts...

“Shut it, Jeff. I’m going to show my doll how much of a whiner he is!”

“Alright... Suit yourself. You show him who’s boss” Jeff smiles.

“I know you’re the boss Nath, I just want to get out! This isn’t... Aaaahhh!!” you yell as the pressurized water starts running down, piercing you like daggers. The chemicals get into your eyes and it burns like fire. This is hell...

“Oh come on! It’s not that bad!” he says standing in his underwear in front of you.

“Let me show you,” he says entering the adjacent chamber. “Hit me, Jeff!”

“Alright!”

“You’re always complaining about everything!. This is just a bit of water and... Ghaaa!!!” he screams as water starts running on his own chamber too, the excessive pressure pushing him to the floor.

Jeff just giggles as you bot keep banging on against the glass doors. There’s no release to be had until the cycle’s complete.

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Banging on the door…

You cover yourself with the sheets

“Hello?” someone asks.

“Wha…” you asks opening your eyes and coming out of the dream.

“Anyone home?” the familiar voice says.

You know who he is even before your powers pick up the mind behind the door.

Anathema.

“I’m coming!”

“Pidgeon… sorry, time to move” you say putting the cat down. “Why is he here?” you wonder getting some pants on and walking to the door.

“Awan are you in here?” more banging

“IM COMING!” you say as you hurry for the door.

Open it up, just a bit, with the chain latch on. It could still be some kind of trap… you never know.

“Hey!” he says looking at you through the small opening. “Came to check on you.”

Friendly smile, check. Plausible reasons for showing up unannounced, check.

Genuine concern, check. Darn. He’s already scored 3 points ahead of you.

“Hi,” you say almost reluctantly. “I’m fine”

“Ortega told me you got shot.”

“Yes, but I got better”

“Uhu,” he nods. He’s clearly not buying it.

“Yeah. It was nothing really”

“He told me it was two shots to the chest”

“He’s being dramatic”

“And then you ran away having some sort of breakdown”

“He’s exaggerating. It was late so I came home.”

“Well I’m glad to hear that”

“Good”

“I mean you’d tell me if things weren’t ok, right?”

“Obviously” you lie.

“But nothing’s wrong”

“Nope”

“Perfect. So can I come in?”

“Why?”

“Because I’m your friend?”

“We can be friends from here”

“I did invite you to my place… and I paid for your dessert last time… and it was a big one”

“You did…” It was one big expensive ice-cream, you have to admit.

“So you owe me”

“ … “

“Open the door Awan”

“Uh… Do I have to?”

“Yes, unless you want to have a puddle of acid instead of a door.”

“But I told you I'm fine!”

“Yeaaah… that’s bullshit. Open up already, let me see what we’re dealing with”

You freeze for a few seconds, pondering over your options. You could still escape through the window… Or just block the door with furniture…

“Fine. You can come in” you concede in the end.

“Thanks!” he says with a bright smile as you close it, remove the chain and let him in.

He takes a few steps inside, smiling at you.

“I didn’t know you were coming! Didn’t have time to tidy up!” you say quickly, moving to the side to let him in.

“Oh it can’t be that bad” he keeps walking forward…

Until he freezes, his eyes going all over the current state of your apartment. The broken boards… The cracked paint. The disassembled electronics laying around all over the place. The cat, eating from your unfinished meal over the table. The mess that is your bed. Your clothes, laying around everywhere. The broken chair laying in pieces on a corner…

“... And you had the guts to tell me you were fine…” he says taking a deep breath.

Why the hell did you open that door…?

------A few hours later-----------

You’re exhausted… Anathema became a pure force of nature, and you had no choice but to join him in cleaning the whole place. Throwing the trash, ordering your stuff, folding your clothes, doing laundry…

You’ve got to admit it’s looking pretty decent now. Almost like a real home. Even Pidgeon approves, now that he has his own place on a cushion and most of the obstacles and trash have been removed.

“Isn’t this better?” he asks.

“Yes,” you answer embarrassed. It’s obviously so much better.

“You’ve got to take care of yourself man”

“I know”

“How’s the chest wounds?” he asks, still concerned

“THose are fine!” you say quickly. “Not going to a hospital”

“Fine.. fine… “ he says a bit startled “I don’t get it what’s with you and hospitals”

“I don’t trust them”

“Alright, I won’t insist,” he says letting it go. “I’m just worried about you”

“I know… and.. “

“Hmm?” he looks at you a bit puzzled.

“Thank you,” you say, swallowing hard. “Thank you for coming here I mean…” Thank you for caring, is what you actually want to say.

“Hey it’s ok!” he grins “I’m here for you, I told you.” he looks at the bags of trash ready for the recycling bins “How did it get so bad?”

Now that’s a good question.

“I don’t know… I guess I’ve been alone too long? At some point… it stopped mattering”

“Well, things like this do matter… Or at least they should. It’s your house after all. You live here”

“That’s true…” you admit. You hadn’t really thought about it… This was just your hideout. A base. A place to sleep in while you plan your next move. Somewhere you could keep Pidgeon safe. Not a home. Not a place to live in…

“There’s life beyond all that,” he says pointing at your large clue board” he smiles. “Don’t let it consume you.

“I’ll try not to,” you say returning the smile.

“I know all about this…” he says “...I mean I had some severe depressions too”

“I’m not depressed…” you say, doubts invading your mind the moment you say it. Are you?

“You say that but... letting go of yourself like this, It's a clear sign, you know?”

You sigh. There might be more truth to this than you can admit to yourself…

“Does it get better?” you ask, immediately feeling embarrassed. Why are you admitting this…? Why let him know how you …

“Yeah” he answers putting a hand over your shoulder. “It does get better. Trust me, it does”

You chat for a few more hours after that.

Time seems to go fast.

Talking to him comes naturally, and makes you think about stuff you hadn’t ever considered. Your projects for the future. Your thoughts on the city. Gossiping about the other rangers. Hearing his experiences with his transition...

Something slowly begins to crack in your armor. He’s doing with Void’s bullets could not.

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My Fanfics: https://chaniters.tumblr.com/post/181692759294/my-fanfiction-for-fallen-hero

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fan fiction using characters and the setting of the Fallen Hero: Rebirth and upcoming Fallen Hero: Retribution games written by Malin Riden. I do not claim ownership of any characters from the Fallen Hero wold. These stories are a work of my imagination, and I do not ascribe them to the official story canon. These works are intended for entertainment outside the official storyline owned by the author. I am not profiting financially from the creation of these stories, and thank the author for her wonderful game/s, without which these works would not exist.

#fallen hero: rebirth #fallen hero fanfic #Awan Cormac #Anathema #Taking care of oneself #fallen hero spoilers

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miscellaneous-oxy · 5 years ago

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Seventeen (Jan 2011)

Translated excerpts from the January 2011 issue of Seventeen.

(1 Dec 2010 on sale)

2PM CAME TO JAPAN!!

-- Please describe your personality briefly.

JK: I’m a good guy!

NK: I’d say I’m prudent.

JH: I’m like fire.

CS: So cool!!

TY: Optimistic and positive.

WY: I’m methodical.

-- Messages to high school girls in Japan.

JK: It’s important to have fun, but I believe the coolest thing you can do is to go for your dream if you have one. Go for it to make your dream come true! Fightin’!

JH: Since this is the time in your life that is the most significant, I believe it’s crucial that you make life-long friends.

TY: Though it’s important to study, I hope you get to go out and have fun, making good memories!

WY: Enjoy and have a good time! That’s it!

NK: I’d like you to experience everything. I believe you should do everything unless it’s something that causes others trouble so that you won’t have any regrets when you get older. But make sure to get permission from your parents, OK?♡

CS: Hmm . . . they’ve already said what I wanted to say.(laugh) Let me see . . . perhaps, “read books”? I regret that I didn’t read much when I was in my teens, and so, I’m trying to catch up on my readings now.

MEMBER PROFILES

Jun. K

Q: Give yourself a tagline?

A: “I am what I am.” For I do things at my own pace.

Q: Your role in the group?

A: The members say I’m like their uncle. Though I don’t know why!(laugh)

Q: Type of girls you like?

A: Honest, kind, and someone with beautiful eyes when she smiles. Like me.(laugh)

Q: Something you feel you are best at in the group?

A: Singing!

Q: An ideal Christmas date?

A: Can’t think of anything because I’ve always been spending Christmas with the members . . . Come to visit us at our dorm!

Checking out personal belongings: an iPad

This was given to me as a present. I have all the materials in here. The photo used as the wallpaper is set by the fan who gave this to me.

Nichkhun

Q: Give yourself a tagline?

A: “I’m a foreigner.”(laugh) My father is Thai, my mother is Chinese American, and I myself was born in the US.

Q: Your role in the group?

A: Perhaps Grandpa? I’m someone to give them a scolding when they don’t behave or clean. Though I’m actually young.(laugh)

Q: Type of girls you like?

A: Someone who is kind, cute, and respects her parents.

Q: Something you feel you are best at in the group?

A: Foreign languages. I speak English, Korean, Chinese and Thai.

Checking out personal belongings: a pill organiser

My diet tends to be unbalanced since I’m too busy to get enough sleep or to eat well. So, I’m taking vitamins to be vibrant.

Junho

Q: Give yourself a tagline?

A: You’ll find me charming if you take a closer look.(laugh)

Q: Your role in the group?

A: An adolescent son. For I’m assertive and competitive.

Q: Type of girls you like?

A: I fall in love with different types of girls every time, and so, I’d go with my gut feeling.

Q: Something you feel you are best at in the group?

A: Acrobatics.

Q: What are you into lately?

A: Composing music. I’ve been working on it because it’s my dream to include my own songs in our albums in the future.

Checking out personal belongings: a video recorder

I use it to film dance lessons and acting practices. But I tend to delete all those recordings because of embarrassment.(laugh)

Chansung

Q: Give yourself a tagline?

A: The “maknae” – because I’m the youngest in the group.

Q: Your role in the group?

A: I eat a whole lot, and I don’t listen to others . . . so, I am the maknae.

Q: Something you feel you are best at in the group?

A: I’m good at making ramen. I make broth adding a lot of ingredients to the commercial product.

Q: Your ideal Christmas date?

A: I’d like to go to Myeongdong because they have this “time-to-kiss” event on Christmas.(shyly) When the time comes, all the lights are turned off so everyone can kiss.

Checking out personal belongings: a book

I’m into reading now. This is the book I intend to read next. The title is Pidgeon. It’s a collection of short stories written by an author I used to like.

Taecyeon

Q: Give yourself a tagline?

A: A “keystone” – because I give support to the members a lot.

Q: Your role in the group?

A: I’m like a father who brings the members together.

Q: Something you feel you are best at in the group?

A: I’m second to none when it comes to (physical) power!

Q: Type of girls you like?

A: Someone who is pure and voluptuous. I believe we all know well what kind of girls each of us likes.(laugh)

Q: Tell us a secret of the members that only you know!

A: There’s no such secret that only I know. We don’t have any secrets between us because we all get along with each other well!

Checking out personal belongings: an iPod touch

I always have this with me because I like listening to music. I listen to 2PM’s songs often – the songs in our new album a lot. I sometimes cry while listening to them, too.

Wooyoung

Q: Your role in the group?

A: Perhaps an occasionally nagging mother – because I’m methodical and I’d like to keep everything neat and tidy.

Q: Something you feel you are best at in the group?

A: Having a flexible body.

Q: Type of girls you like?

A: Somebody whom I can talk with comfortably and get along well because I tend to fall in love after having conversations.

Q: What are you into lately?

A: Break dancing.

Q: Your ideal Christmas date?

A: I can’t come up with anything so soon because I’m always with the members (laugh) . . . but I’d love to go for a drive and then to a cinema and enjoy some popcorns together♡

Checking out personal belongings: an iPhone

Since I came for the magazine shoot today, I didn’t bring my bag with me. So this is the only personal stuff I have. This mobile charm was a gift. I like the ones with simple motifs like a music note.

#junho #english translation #Seventeen #2011

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rainhadaenerys · 6 years ago

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I've been tagged in different tag games, so I'm answering them all here.

@eldritch-crone tagged me and asked me 11 questions:

Rules: Answer the 11 questions below. Then make up 11 of your own for the next person to answer and tag people.

1. If you could get two characters in asoiaf to switch their narratives with each other, who all would it be?

I would say Jon and Dany (I would have them gender swapped as well), because I feel like that wouldn't really change a lot and they would end up having similar arcs as they have in canon (like, their arcs are both about compromising until they reach a point in which they don't want to compromise anymore, and both are trying to make changes in society). I choose this because I would like to prove once and for all that Jon and Dany are similar rulers.

2. What is your endgame prediction for your favourite character?

Well, unpopular opinion here, I think Dany will live. I don't see any other purpose for her time in Meereen in which she learns how to rule, deals with economy, diplomacy and justice, and also learns about the different sides of peace and war. I think those things are all essential for a ruler, and I believe Westeros will undergo political and social changes, and who has experience with that? Dany. I don't think the whole "true sacrifice" thing has to be about Dany, literally any other character could sacrifice themselves to save the world. And GRRM has said multiple times that he has never changed the ending, and we know from the outline that Dany lived (or maybe that's just me trying to be positive, and maybe I'll be disappointed in the end). I'm not sure if Dany will be queen, but I think she'll have a political role. And boatbaby will happen.

3. What’s the one food item from asoiaf that you’d like to taste?

That's a problem for me to answer, because I'm really bored by food descriptions, so I don't pay a lot of attention to that. So I don't know… maybe Sansa's lemoncakes?

4. What’s your favourite song in Westeros, and why?

It's a tie between The Last of the Giants, because it criticizes the genocide of the giants (and therefore it's talking about important social issues), and The Rains of Castamere, because this one is simply iconic.

5. If you could bring back one character from dead, who would it be?

None, really? I'm fine with the way the story has been going so far. But if I had to choose someone, I'd choose princess Rhaenys (Elia and Rhaegar's daughter), because it always breaks my heart reading about what happened to her.

6. Which house’s words is the most iconic? Why?

Winter is coming are the best house's words. It's both badass (a warning against enemies that winter is coming for them) and it warns about hardships to come (like, it's a warning against the true enemy), how it's important to keep together and worry about what actually matters.

7. If you could bring one fashion/stylistic choice from Essos to Westeros, what would it be?

Well, that's another thing I don't really pay a lot of attention (I really hate reading descriptions, lol), but I guess Myrish fashion. I know it kind of already came to Westeros and that some highborn women already use Myrish dresses and all, but it seems like Myr has some pretty dresses (and I like lace).

8. If you were a character in asoiaf, what do you think your occupation would be?

Hmmm, I always feel like I would be a peasant, so I'd probably be a washerwoman or something. Or maybe I'd do like Sarella and crossdress to become a maester (though to be honest, I'm a coward, I don't think I would have the courage to do that).

9. What’s the one ship in asoiaf, that you wish didn’t happen?

Jaime and Brienne (well it hasn't exactly happened, but I already don't like it the way it is). I understand the reasons this ship exists, I understand the thematic importance and all, but I don't like Jaime, so that's that on that.

10. What’s your favourite quote from asoiaf?

"A queen must listen to all," she reminded him. "The highborn and the low, the strong and the weak, the noble and the venal. One voice may speak you false, but in many there is always truth to be found." She had read that in a book. - Daenerys I ASOS

This is my favorite for several reasons. First, because it shows how Dany is smart and wise. She is a bookworm (she read it in a book), and she sees that while not everyone will speak the truth to her, she can find the truth if she listens to different versions of a story. Not only that, but it shows how Dany is humble and understands that she doesn't know everything, that she needs to listen to others. And it also shows how Dany sees people as equals, how she gives the same importance to the highborn and the low, and she thinks a queen must be a queen for all. It's a wonderful quote.

11. If you could change one pre-asoiaf event, what would it be?

Hmm, like I said, I'm fine with the way the story is going. I keep thinking that if I change anything, things right now wouldn't be how they are. But if I have to choose, I save princess Rhaenys.

@hermajestythebomb also asked me 11 questions:

1. Wich two dead characters who never met would make the best interaction?

I'm having trouble thinking about it (this is what happens when you only really care about one character, it's quite difficult for me to think about anything that isn't Daenerys), but I think Joffrey and Viserys would be quite interesting. Though to be honest, while Viserys is an awful person, I think Joffrey would eat him alive.

2. Show! Tyrion or Book! Tyrion?

Book!Tyrion. I really don't like show Tyrion. Ever since he started to interact with Dany, he has been stealing her storyline (her ADWD arc was given to him), Dany has been dumbed down around him (he makes all of Dany's battle plans and Dany never has any idea), because the show writers don't know how to write smart characters without dumbing down everyone else around them, and I hate this trend the show has of Tyrion having to "control Dany's violent impulses", especially because book Tyrion is way darker than book Dany.

I like book Tyrion. He's smart (much smarter than show Tyrion), I sympathize with his wish to be loved and respected, I like his conflict between his loyalty to his family and doing what he thinks is right, I think he's an empathetic person, and I think that when Dany and Tyrion meet in the books, GRRM will be capable to write them without stealing anyone's protagonism or dumbing down anyone. Both Dany and Tyrion will be the protagonists of their own stories, and both will continue to be the smart characters that they are.

3. Have you read the books? If so…wich book character would you would have liked to see on the show and didn’t?

I love Arianne Martell, but I'm not sure if I would have liked to see her on the show (being on the show only means that D&D would ruin her like they ruined everyone else).

4. What’s your favorite crack theory?

I'm not really a fan of crack theories. But I once read this theory that princess Rhaenys warged into Balerion before she died, and well… I know this theory is not necessary at all, Occam's Razor says that Balerion is just a cat, blah blah blah… but I grew fond of this theory. It's my guilty pleasure.

5. What’s your favorite minor house?

Velaryon (it's not minor, but it's minor to the ASOIAF plot, so…)

6. Team greens or team blacks?

Blacks.

7. Favorite Pre Asoiaf character

Good Queen Alysanne!!!!

8. Best Asoiaf food

I really don't pay attention to food description… but definitely not Dornish. I don't like spicy food.

9. If you could make a minor change in the story…what would it be?

I can't really think of anything...

10. Would you try the pidgeon pie (without the strangler)?

No.

11. Say that you have been named by our queen and made a lord/lady…what would you put in your sigil?

I answered this in another tag game, I would put a book in my sigil.

Finally, @thebronzefury tagged me in a ship challenge:

Well, since you said that it doesn't have to be GOT/ASOIAF, I'm going to answer about different fandoms.

OTP: Jonerys

Fave canon: Aside from Jonerys, I love Maiko (Mai x Zuko) and Everlark (Katniss and Peeta)

Fave non-canon: actually, I'm pretty sure this would count as canon as well, but it's never made official, so I would say Royai (Roy Mustang and Riza Hawkeye)

Guilty pleasure: Hmmm, I don't have one?

Hate it: J/onsa, Z/utara (Zuko x Katara). I don't really have a problem with the ships, but certain shippers are awful, so I end up hating the ships by association.

Thanks for the tag, everyone! I already made 11 questions before (here), so this time I'll leave it open to anyone that wants to do the 11 questions or the ship challenge.

#tag game

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