#was anyone waiting for this idk but it's here

[siawritez]

heyy! I've quite literally been stalking you 😅, crazy. anyway, could you write like, a g!p reader who's like a hot nerd with Karina but she's a mean girl? the only thing with reader is that she's like a loser but also like, knows she's hot. I wish I could write like you 😭, pure talent over here buddy

Here it is, as u requested, i kinda wrote it in a hurry,but it took me 2 days🙏🏻😭and you read it that's enough,thanks(giggling),and i kinda wrote reader like not a total loser,idk if that's what u wanted but...besides u can stalk me as much as u want!!!

Title: Loser

Pairing: g!p hot nerd reader x mean girl Karina

Genre: smut, enemies to lovers, high school AU, bully x nerd, power-play, degradation, light dom/sub

Word Count: ~5k

Warnings: graphic smut, size kink, degradation, public sex (school bathroom), slight dubcon vibes (mutual but aggressive), dirty talk, fingering, oral (f receiving), reader (g!p), creampie, overstimulation

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The scent of power was always laced with the bitter tang of cruelty.

Karina stormed down the hallway like she owned the school—and maybe, in a way, she did. Black Mary Janes tapped against the tiled floor with a rhythm that demanded attention. Her skirt clung to her hips, swaying just enough to tease, and the slight gloss on her lips matched the venom in her voice. She was untouchable. Cold, sharp, and gorgeous.

And she hated you.

Well, that’s what she liked to tell herself. Maybe it made her feel better about how often she stared at you during chemistry. How often she shifted in her seat when your voice, bored and low, read through equations with effortless brilliance.

You were a nerd. A loser. Glasses slipping down your nose, always in the library, always with a pencil between your fingers or tucked behind your ear. You never spoke unless called on. You were ignored. Overlooked. Until you weren’t.

Because beneath the hoodie, behind the sarcasm, was something no one expected. You were hot. Not in the basic, loud, in-your-face way the popular crowd played at. But in a way that made people stop when you finally pushed up your sleeves and stretched. When the gym shirt clung to your waist. When your fingers ran through your dark hair and your lip curled in that subtle smirk that said: I know.

You knew. You were hot. And you didn’t need anyone to validate it.

But Karina?

She needed to feel like she was above you.

And that’s why she cornered you today. Between classes. In the empty side hallway, away from teachers and wandering eyes.

“What are you even doing here?” she sneered, arms crossed, tilting her chin. “Shouldn’t you be in the lab? Jacking off to equations or whatever the fuck losers like you do?”

You didn’t flinch. Just looked up slowly from your phone. Calm. Slow. A blink behind thin lenses.

“I was waiting for you, actually,” you said, voice soft, deep, patient.

Karina faltered. Just for a second.

She didn’t like that. She stepped closer, crowding you against the wall. “Think you're cute now? You got jokes, nerd?”

You tilted your head. “No joke. I’ve seen how you look at me.”

Her jaw tightened. “In disgust.”

“Mm. Is that what you tell yourself when you can’t sleep?”

Her breath hitched. And that was all the confirmation you needed.

Karina’s hand slammed against the locker behind your head. The sound echoed. “You think you're hot shit because you’ve got a few muscles and glasses? You’re nothing. No one. Just a loser with a hard-on for people way out of your league.”

You raised your brow. “You think I get hard for just anyone?”

Your voice dropped. She froze.

Then, slowly, you leaned down. Just enough to ghost your breath by her ear. “You talk so much shit. But your thighs tell the truth. You’re shaking.”

“Fuck you,” she snapped, voice cracking.

You smiled.

---

The next time it happened, it was late. After school. You were in the library, of course. Reading something well beyond the curriculum, one hand propped under your chin. You didn’t even look up when Karina walked in.

She did that thing again. Like she meant to storm over but slowed as she neared you. Like she couldn’t help herself.

“What, waiting for another chance to be humiliated?” she spat.

You didn’t blink. “Didn’t realize being wanted by you was humiliation.”

Her mouth opened. Shut. Her cheeks flushed red—and not from anger.

“You really think I want you?”

You shut your book. “I know you do.”

There was silence. Then her hand grabbed your collar.

“I could ruin you.”

You leaned in. “So do it.”

And maybe it was the way your eyes dared her. Maybe it was the cocky smirk on your lips. Or the fact that her panties were already soaked through.

But she kissed you.

Violently. Desperately. Like she hated herself for it.

And you grabbed her waist, pulled her into your lap, and kissed her back—slow, teasing, deep—just to show her who was really in control.

---

The bathroom stall was too small. Too public. Too risky.

Perfect.

She straddled you, skirt hitched up around her hips, panting into your neck. Your fingers gripped her thighs, nails digging into her soft skin. She was so wet you could feel it through your sweats.

“Say it,” you murmured, lips brushing her jaw. “Say you wanted this.”

She whimpered. “Shut up.”

You bit her neck. Hard.

“I want it, fuck,” she hissed. “Happy now?”

“No,” you growled, pulling her closer. “But I will be.”

You unzipped. Her eyes widened. “You—fuck, you’re really—”

You pressed the head of your cock against her folds, letting her feel how thick you were. Her hips jerked.

“You’re dripping. Is this what you think about when you’re mean to me?” you teased, licking her ear. “Getting ruined by the loser?”

“Don’t flatter yourself—”

You pushed in.

Her sentence broke into a cry, hands clawing at your shoulders.

“Still think you’re in control?” you whispered, voice smug.

She whimpered. “F-fuck you—”

You thrust deep. Hard. Her body shook. The stall creaked.

Her head dropped to your shoulder, moaning, biting your neck to keep quiet. But it was no use.

You had her. Bent, broken, stuffed full.

“Look at you,” you murmured. “The school’s queen, riding my cock like a common whore.”

“Shut—up—” she gasped, slamming her hips down, chasing the high despite the shame burning her cheeks.

You grabbed her jaw. Forced her to look at you.

“Say you need me.”

She glared. Then whimpered. Then whispered, “I need you.”

You smirked. “Good girl.”

She came. Shuddering. Walls clenching, eyes rolling back, mouth open in a silent scream.

And you weren’t done.

You flipped her against the stall wall, kept fucking her until she was crying, begging, trembling.

Until her cruel words were just moans and whimpers.

Until the only thing she could say was your name.

---

She avoided you after that.

Tried to.

But she kept coming back.

Cornering you after school. Pulling you into closets. Whispering threats through bitten lips as you lifted her onto desks and fucked her through her panties.

She never said she liked you.

But she stopped calling you a loser.

Started looking at you like she was scared of how much she wanted you.

And one day—one soft, silent afternoon in the library—you pulled her into your lap and kissed her slow.

No fight. No mockery.

Just her hand in your hair and your cock buried inside her as she moaned into your mouth, trembling as she came again and again.

And when she caught her breath, still slumped against you, she whispered:

“Don’t ever leave me.”

You smiled.

“Never planned to.”

---

[lostinlovingrevery]

Entangle

Old Man Logan X F! Reader

Part 2 of Unraveling

He can't let you go without returning the favor

A/N: Lol idk why that glory hole fic has been haunting me. anyway here's part 2. may or may not be thinking of a part 3 already.... also this is fairly tame compared to my other smut but my smut feels rusty lately so !!!!!

Warnings: SMUT, unprotected piv, a little bit of a size kink im ngl, car sex, RIDING DICK!!!!!! logan likes to chat during sex lol, a tad breast play but not really, smoking, almost-creampie, maybe a tad of logan being a little obsessed with reader?

No good deed goes unpunished

Actually, no good deed goes unrewarded.

Logan just couldn’t let you go, not after that. Maybe he was an old pervert but his first taste of you and he was addicted. He had no qualms of admitting to you that it was him on the other side of the wall- but by the look of your face, you already knew. It remained unspoken, but there was tension in the air.  

“You’ve been begging me for a ride for a while now.” He says in a low voice, a small smirk growing on his face at the implication of his words. He placed a hand against the wall behind you, towering over you and observing you like prey. 

Your mouth fell open, and you stammered, your pretty eyes were blinking quickly- as if you couldn’t believe what you were seeing. He watched you glance down, and he could only imagine what you were picturing. 

He knew you enjoyed what you did to him in there- the way your tongue and lips wrapped around him. The hazy, unfocused look in your eyes that told him you were still pent up- the sweet, sweet scent of you was flooding his nose and making him more and more irritable that he wasn’t currently buried balls deep inside you at that moment. Your precious little heart was beating out of your chest.

He could give you so much more.

“I have…to see if I can get off.” You barely whispered, your voice caught in your throat. You couldn’t speak the way he was looking at you. 

“I’ll wait.” He raised a brow, staring down at you. You could barely hear him due to the chatter and music of the bar. A whole world was happening around you, but you could only focus on Logan.

The older man you have developed a crush on since he became a regular- not that you would admit it, or tell anyone. You liked his stoic, grumpy demeanor. His cute little glasses, and the small smiles that seemed reserved only for you. It gave you butterflies when you could draw it out of him. A warm compliment and a gentle touch of his hand and you’d see his ears flush red and just a hint of a smirk on his lips. 

You wondered, did he use that naughty thing in the bathrooms regularly- and by chance you were the lucky one to get a taste of the mysterious man?

Or did he go in, knowing that you were about to try it for the first time?

His hand came down from the wall, his index finger tucking under your chin and lifting it up, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. 

“I’ll be in the car.” He says, removing his hand and turning away from you. 

You could barely watch him walk away, dropping your head as your eyes stared at his back. He entered the bar, and from the hall, you could see him pull out his wallet and pay his tab. 

When he disappeared from your view, that’s when you went to look for your boss. An excuse on your lips of not feeling well. Apparently, you weren’t good at hiding your feelings. Your boss noticed you did seem off, a certain fluster about your demeanor- better go home, get some rest.

“Slow now, darling.”

He cooed at you, hands holding onto your hips as you lowered down onto his cock. A small whine escaped, 

“I know, you can take it baby-” He leaned forward, pressing kisses into your neck and collarbone, his hand moved to rub your back soothingly. “You did such a good job earlier- Couldn’t let you get away without returning the favor.”

You thought he was big before- but now was a whole different story. He stretched you open in the most pleasurable way, a stinging feeling that slowly melted into something more. Making you feel fuller than you ever felt. It had been awhile for you after all. 

You joined him in the back of the limo, which he fortunately had parked in the far corner of the parking lot, where no light, and no other cars sat. You just hoped no nosy drunks or cops would show up, knocking on windows or shining lights inside and catching you and Logan in the act. You already never done this before, hooking up, hooking up with an older man, an older man that had been your customer for the last 4 months.

He was all ready for you. Sitting in the backseat, his legs spread and his cock stood erect. He was slowly stroking it and fuck even though you had been drooling all over it just 20 minutes ago, you wanted more. 

He had other ideas in mind. 

Made you completely undress, pulling you into his lap where his cock rested heavy against your belly. His hand went to the back of your neck, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss, all spit and tongue that made you moan and sent shivers down your spine. He would nip at your bottom lip, and then your jaw, and down to your neck, before going even lower and sucking on your nipples, his thumb rubbing circles into the one that his lips neglected. 

Once you were whining, grinding over his cock and soaking it with your arousal, his hands grabbed your hips, lifting you up and carefully brought you down over him. 

He watched with delight of your every expression as you came undone on his cock. Lowering yourself inch by inch, small gasps, quivering lips, your eyes squeezed shut. His hands soothed over your thighs. 

“You know what a pretty girl you are darling?” He purrs gently, “Whatchu doing out here with an old man like me?” 

Your hands tightened around his shoulders. You could barely think, as you nearly bottomed out on top of him. You opened your eyes, small pants escaping you. “I…I like you.” You managed. 

For the first time, Logan was the talker between you two. Normally, the nights he comes in- you’re filling the quiet between you with conversation. Anything and everything you could think of, whatever it is that would make him grunt in response, occasionally say his own opinion, or a funny remark about the topic that would make you laugh- louder than you probably should, the remark probably not being quite that funny, but you couldn’t help it. Anytime he was around and you felt like a teenage girl with her first crush, pulling out all the cheesy, stupid ways of flirting. Tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, playfully shoving his arm, 

Something worked though, now that you’re dumb on his cock. 

A small laugh escapes him. “Yeah, you like me, sweetheart?” 

A small nod, and his smile grew wider. A small thrust of his hips, and you were filled to the hilt with him. Your mouth fell open, and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, leaning in closer. You could smell a mix of his cologne and natural musk- and it made you even more dizzy. 

“What do you like about me, hm?” 

You started to raise your hips, your weight falling on your knees as you circle over his tip, and you brought yourself back down, filling yourself with him again.

“Damn-” He hissed. His hands came to grip your ass, supporting you as you continue to raise your hips up and down. 

You wanted to answer his question- tell him everything you thought about him. How handsome you thought he is, how endearing his quiet nature and subtle self was. However, his cock was just the only thing you could think about. 

“Cocks got you all dumb huh?” His tone was filled with amusement. You lolled your head around, pressing your forehead against his shoulder. 

“You….You’re nice…” You murmured. 

“Nice?” 

A warm, deep chuckle sent a shock down your spine.  

“I’m not a very nice man, love. If I was, I wouldn’t be fucking you.”

The stretch melted into something more- warmth flooding through your body, down into your limbs, fingers and toes, and sent you spiraling. Your head fell onto his shoulder, searching for more warmth- more comfort that seemed an endless feeling being so close to him. Your hips began moving of their own accord, your body seeking for the pleasure- while your mind became static, mouth hanging open- drool slowly escaping down your lip. 

“Fuck you feel so good darling-” He hummed. He began thrusting up into you, letting you set the pace. “So damn warm, and wet. Been eager for this, haven’t you?”

“Mhm…” You barely responded. “You feel so good Logan…” 

A soft gasp escaped him, a small scoff of disbelief. He couldn’t tell you how long it been for him, since he had something so sweet- and you, fuck you were something else. He called you his favorite girl for your pretty smiles and nice compliments and the fact that you served him as much whiskey as he wanted. Now though, as he gets a taste of burying himself deep in your cunt, watching you become limp against him because his cock just felt that good. You were more than just his favorite. 

You were going to be his obsession. 

His hands firmly gripped your ass, as he pushed his hips down to the edge of the seat, leaning back onto the leather cusion of the limo seat he began mercilessly thrusting up into you. 

A chorus of whines and moans filled his ears. He could feel your heavy pants on his neck- your nails dug so deep into his shirt that he could feel the divots you were pressing into his back. Each thrust, your cunt got tighter around him, squeezing him so hard as if you were trying to keep him from pulling out. With the way you were whimpering in his ear, you probably were. 

Thank god you sucked him off earlier. He’s not sure he would’ve been able to last this long. 

Each thrust, as he drilled into your pussy sent you in another world. You felt that warmth in your belly, rising higher and higher as he angled himself into you, listening to your moans grow louder and making sure to hit that spot that seemed to make you happiest. 

Says he isn’t nice, but look how he’s taking care of me

That’s what you thought to yourself, closing your mouth as you realized you have drooled onto his shirt. You never felt this good, so comfortable, and warm. When you were talking to Angela earlier about “living a little”, you didn’t expect the night to turn out like this.

At least you can go brag about it later.

“C’mon darling-” He turns his head, lips pressed against your ear. “I wanna feel that pretty pussy cum all over this cock.” 

“Oh, Logan!” You cried out, his words hit the final nail- sending you off into fireworks. Your hands scratched at his shirt, nearly ripping the fabric apart, you buried your face into his neck. Sobs wracked your body as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over you- Logan ceaseless as he continued fucking you through it. Your limbs were frozen, taking every single thrust without complaint as he slams into you. 

A loud grunt, “where d’ya want it baby?” He groans. You could barely respond, hanging onto him with what little energy you had left. He moaned, just barely pulling out in time for ropes of cum to shoot out, some spilling over his cock, and some painting over your weeping pussy. 

You could hear him panting- practically gasping for air as he tried to catch his breath. Your hand stroked soothingly over his chest, an attempt to give him some comfort- wondering if he pushed himself too hard. It’s not like you don’t notice his limp, or hear the fits of coughing he goes into some nights. 

However, for an older gentleman like him, he sure knew how to fuck.

The breathing of both of you eased. You sat on his lap, wrapped in his arms surrounded by the darkness of the limo, only the occasional headlights of a car driving by that shown into the limo, highlighting you and Logan’s embrace. 

“Need a ride home?” He finally breaks the silence. 

It was a quiet drive. Logan helped you get dressed, cleaned you up with napkins he kept in the front. 

Once you were in the passenger seat, and buckled up. He lit up a cigar, smoking it the entire drive. It was a comfortable silence, similar to the times when the bar was nearly empty- just you, Logan, and the cook who was finishing up in the kitchen. Sometimes you didn’t feel the need to force conversation, just sat with him while you sorted the silverware and took inventory of drinks. Logan was just good company, even if he didn’t seem to think so. 

He however, wondered what the ever living fuck was wrong with him. Why did he let his dick do all the thinking for the last hour? Ruin something nice. Maybe he liked you, maybe he’s fucked his fist to the thought of you nearly every night since he met you. That didn’t give him the right to do this. 

When he turned onto your street, is when you spoke up again.

“This was really nice, Logan.” 

Your voice drew him out of his self-hatred. He looked at you, not saying anything at first as he took a puff on his cigar. 

“I mean, I don’t know about you but…I enjoyed everything.” You say softly. “I don’t do this much, or really at all. I’m glad it was with you.” 

He rolled to a stop in front of your house. You turned to look at it, then back at him. “Well I’ll…see you around?”

“Yeah, sweetheart.” He responds, flicking the rest of the cigar out the window. He opens his door- confusing you as he steps out and walks around the front, now opening your door for you. You smiled, grabbing your bag as you stepped out. 

“Thank you.” 

You leaned forward, kissing his cheek. Turning to your house you began to walk up the sidewalk, before stopping halfway up the walkway- feeling his stare on your back. You turned around, fiddling with your bag as you tilted your head. Logan was leaning against the Chrysler, and your eyes met. 

There was no reason for the night to be over yet. 

“Logan…Do you want to come in?”

[unclewaynemunson]

Pt2 to this post

'Is something wrong?' Nancy asks, not long after the two of them have taken their familiar spots on the hood of Steve's car. They're basking in what might be the last warm sunlight of the year, looking out over the quarry, at a safe distance from the edge.

It's become a tradition the two of them share, ever since they reconnected back in March. It calms them both, to just sit here and take in the view, no one around but each other. Nancy is one of the few people Steve can share a comfortable silence with: sometimes they sit here quietly for what feels like hours, side by side, listening to music or to nothing but the birds singing around them. But they also have their best conversations here: it's the place where Nancy entrusted him she wanted to break up with Jonathan; it's the place where they talked about their shared past and decided they would always love each other as friends; it's the place where they finally talked about Barbara in a way they couldn't when they were younger. It's where Nancy talked about the ghosts still haunting her and Steve talked about how lonely he sometimes felt.

Steve huffs. 'How did you guess?'

'When you frown, you always do it with your whole face,' Nancy notes. 'So it's hard to miss, really.'

Steve glances at her side profile. There's a serenity to her features that's still relatively new. It means she's healing, slowly learning how to be happy again. It means she stopped waiting for the end of the world and started believing in a real future again. It makes Steve proud of how far they both have come.

'I had a fight with Eddie,' he confesses. 'And with Dustin, I guess.'

'What happened?'

He sighs. 'It's complicated.'

'Wanna tell me about it?'

The look in her eyes is kind and inviting. Steve hesitates. He wants to, but he doesn't know if he can. It's a risk. It's scary.

But he can't imagine Nancy Wheeler ever being careless with his secrets. He can't imagine her judging him, can't imagine her being as small-minded as most people in this town.

He was planning on telling her anyway, because things had been going so well with Eddie lately and – no, he shouldn't think about that right now. But maybe it would actually be nice to talk about it with Nancy.

'So, um...' His throat feels tight and his hands are sweaty. 'I recently discovered some things about myself. I-' The words get stuck somewhere on the way to his mouth, and he clears his throat.

Nancy doesn't push, but only gives him an encouraging nod, waiting for him to find his voice again.

'I found out I like boys,' he finally manages to confess. 'And I need you to know that – that that doesn't mean that what I felt for you wasn't real. It was. I loved you, and now I fell in love with a boy. And-'

'Steve.' Nancy's hand suddenly covers his, causing him to finally jerk his head away from the view over the quarry, to focus on her face again instead.

Her eyes are wide, and she squeezes his hand.

'You don't have to explain yourself to me,' she tells him. 'We're good. But thank you for telling me. For trusting me with this.'

Steve heaves out a relieved sigh, and Nancy smiles; it's that genuine kind of smile which reveals all kinds of dimples and soft lines across her face.

'We might be more similar than you thought,' she tells him, a faint blush spreading over her cheeks.

'Really?' Her words make his breath catch in his throat. He squints at her, trying to see her in this new light. 'Are you saying what I think you're saying?'

She shrugs. 'I don't know. I'm not sure yet,' she admits. 'Still figuring things out.'

'Take your time, there's no rush,' he tells her. 'But...' He bumps his shoulder against hers. 'When you're done figuring it out, talk to me, okay?'

She nods. 'Okay.'

For a while, it's quiet between the two of them. Some kind of raptor circles high above them in the sky. They both follow it with their eyes until it disappears among the tree tops west of the quarry.

'Is it Eddie?'

Steve blinks dumbly a couple of times.

'Wha- what?'

'The guy you were talking about. The one you fell in love with. It's Eddie, isn't it?'

'Jesus, Wheeler, what kind of sorceress are you?' Steve exclaims.

Nancy laughs again. 'You're not being as subtle as you think,' she tells him. 'The two of you have been hooking up for a while now, haven't you?'

Steve huffs dramatically. 'This is unfair. You know everything; I can't even tell you my own secrets anymore!'

'So what happened?' Nancy asks. 'You said you had a fight with him?'

'It's fucking stupid,' he sighs. 'Dustin was getting way too excited about the fact that I was gonna be hanging out with you, so I told him I was seeing someone. Next thing I knew, he was telling Eddie all about how I was seeing a girl.' He waves his hands around to make annoyed air quotations. 'I wanted to tell Eddie it was a misunderstanding, but Dustin was there, so I couldn't out us just like that, and he looked so betrayed and heartbroken... He didn't wanna listen to me.'

Steve sighs; he still can't manage to forget that look in Eddie's eyes when Dustin delivered the big news. 'I wish I would've talked about what I felt for him earlier. I should've been honest when I had the chance, y'know. But I was afraid he wouldn't wanna label what we had, that he wouldn't feel the same way – and now we're in this whole mess. God, he must hate me right now, Nance.'

To his surprise, Nancy gives him an unexpected slap against his arm.

'Ouch, what the hell was that for?!'

'What are you even doing here with me, Steve? You should've gone after him, tell him how you feel!'

'I tried, obviously, but he didn't wanna listen to me!'

'So make him listen! You're in love with him, he obviously feels the same way about you, and you let him leave to wallow in a broken heart he doesn't even need to have!' She rolls her eyes and slides off the car, adding something under her breath that sounds suspiciously like an exasperated 'Boys!' before she pulls Steve off the car as well. 'C'mon, time to get your ass over to the trailer park. Right. Now,' she says through gritted teeth. And, well, Steve knows better than to argue with a determined - and truthfully quite terrifying - Nancy Wheeler.

Read the last part here Taglist: @withacapitalp @ultimatedreamer104 @irregular-child @jcmadgirl @estrellami-1 @myguiltyartpleasure @hallucinatedjosten @jaybren @thew1ldblueyonder @melodymeddler @alycatavatar @zoeweee @lolawonsstuff @fairy-princette @saramelaniemoon @phirex22 @krazyperson @xxsky-shockxx (I only put people on this list who explicitly asked to be tagged. That's really no problem, I love to do that so dw about asking, but I got a lot of relatively vague reactions to the previous post that i'm not gonna dissect and interpret, bc I don't wanna clog anyone's notes unwanted. So just to be clear: i consider it a huge compliment if anyone asks for a tag but please do it clearly if you do!)

[ragnarlothcat]

Seeing clips of Hayden in Higher Ground really makes me sympathize with Obi-Wan even more... he must have been run ragged trying to keep all his pretty pretty pretty Padawan's admirers away. AND have to deal with the emotional rollercoaster of realizing he was one of those admirers himself.

Right? I know I passed the point of obikin madness a long time ago but I do think aotc makes so much more sense within the context of a) Anakin's infuriating good looks and b) Obi-Wan's ongoing crisis about it. Like from his perspective, they show up at Padmé's apartment and Anakin says a bunch of slightly insane things but Obi-Wan isn't blind, it doesn't matter if Anakin says insane things because he has that face. Obi-Wan has spent years torn between protective exasperation (when random visiting dignitaries flirt with his handsome, oblivious apprentice) and mounting horrified attraction (whenever he catches himself lingering on Anakin's pouty lips and broad shoulders) and he knows Padmé will be just as bad because look at Anakin!!!

Then he has to deal with Anakin's troubling friendship with an elderly, powerful (and secretly evil) politician who is low key grooming him, then he jumps out a window, then Anakin jumps out of a flying car, then Anakin says Obi-Wan is like a father to him. Idk, I think Obi-Wan should have had a few more shots and severed a few more limbs while at the space club. The poor guy's been suffering.

[idiotdriftinginspace]

I offer memes for one of my favourite fics (written by @lets-try-some-writing)

I made them simply because they wer funny in my head :D

orginal photos and flat colors under cut

flat colors

and og photos

-and rambling as usual, and weird/crack ideas that I don't regret in the slightest; you have been warned XD

I saw this slav totem somewhere on tumblr and my first thought was: "Autoway, Ironhide and Springer". At the same time I knew this would be very out of character for them in the middle of war.

My excuse why I did draw it in the end? One: How could I not to XD; and Two: Since orginal circumstances were not suitable, they didn't have a chance to be young and do stupid stuff. And then it enlightend me: WHAT IF THEY COULD?! And so I present to you a glimps of "these 3 were born after the war with quintessons" timeline. I decided to shove them into either some military high school or just military, but not on the war front, after all they are still warframes.

This "alt timeline" (if I can even call it that XD) exists solely for this one meme, just me having a thought "what if they could be teenagers and annoy their sergeant (what if it was Kup >:) ) without major consequences (e.g. cleaning washracks for a month instead of having your helm blown of). And the funniest thing, I have absolutley no idea what else to do with this concept, exept maybe the RGB trio being a menace in th military (I am not downloading tiktok so terrible yt compilations must suffice, sorry <:) )

For lamborgini twins - I really wanted do do something for -back then a brand new- chapter 43, but again Auto just didn't fit in there, be it scale or how things played out in the story, and so Prowl was shoved here against his will. This is probably how Sentinel views them and why he sent Autoway there, my only excuse XD.

And Whirl is here solely for laughs, gigles and "what if he met the twins" scenario XD. If they met somwhere just before discovering the ring I'm guessing they would get along like a house on fire XD

[almostyours]

WAITWAITWAIT HOLD UP— KAIA KILLED NARI???? LIKE SHE REALLY ACTUALLY 🔪🔪 i mean go off queen we stan but you can’t just lore dump that in the tags 😱 please expand 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️ and my life will be yours

help,  i laughed when i first read this  😭  i was going to do my usual info dump for u,  but truth be told,  i’ve been working on a piece about this very topic ever since i decided to give the group a little revamp,  so i took this ask as an opportunity to not only dust this piece but also to let u actually read what happened between kaia and nari.  just be mindful of the trigger warnings,  friend!

title.    faith.

characters.    hiiragi  kaia,  narissa  kwon,  yvan  liu,  poppy  kim.

timestamp.   april  29,  2018  @  ███’s  studio.  

word  count.   3937  words.

trigger  warnings.    physical  violence.  emotional  and  physical  abuse.  swearing.  gaslighting/manipulation.  mentions  of  blood  and  bullying.  subtle  mention  of  sexual  harassment. 

“who was it?”

for a moment, silence hung heavy in the air. 

this only annoyed nari more.

“i said,” nari repeated, her voice slower and deliberate, each syllable slicing through the silence. “who was it?”

no one answered.

the studio was filled in a silence so thick it felt suffocating, a tension sharp enough to cut through anyone’s everything— forcing them to consume nari’s presence. because she was the kind of person whose words commanded gravity, pulling and forcing all focus to be on her, leaving no space for distraction or to overthink. 

nari raised an eyebrow as their backs straightened, her patience thinning— either from their silence, or the pressure gnawing at her composure.

she was about to say something, but yvan broke the silence first.  

“what are you talking about?” yvan stammered, slowly standing from their seat. they didn’t notice the way kaia visibly tensed— body rigid, eyes widening ever so slightly as she glanced at yvan from the corner of her eye. yvan, however, was too preoccupied holding nari’s cold gaze, unable to look away.

a small, awkward smile tugged at their lips, an expression that only deepened the unease in the room. nari didn’t say anything. instead, she reached into her pocket to pull out her phone. the deliberate movement made yvan shift uncomfortably. 

“shocking claims surface!” nari read out loud, her voice rising in a way that caused yvan to flinch. kaia, still standing by the music workstation, shifted awkwardly, her posture stiffening as if the words themselves had struck her. 

oh no.

slowly, she turned her head, her gaze finding yvan, an unspoken question lingering in the brown of her eyes.

yvan didn’t meet her eyes. they couldn’t, because how could they? they’d done the one thing she had asked them not to do.

i will handle this, she had said, gently applying pressure where the pain was the worst on yvan’s leg. they only sobbed. don’t do anything you will regret. i will do something about her.

nari continued, “allegations and photos accuse rising star nari kwon—” she paused, jaw tightening as if the words had lodged themselves in her throat. her grip on the phone visibly hardened, knuckles pale against the sleek device. slowly, her eyes lifted from the screen to meet her members. she enunciated the rest of the title slowly, “of abusive behavior.”

pure silence. 

kaia’s heart sank into her stomach as nari tossed the phone in yvan’s direction. the sharp, metallic clatter of the device hitting the floor, paired with yvan’s startled yelp, sliced through kaia like a knife. 

“you don’t know what i’m talking about?” nari repeated, her tone teetering between a dare and feigned innocence. it carried something akin to a sing-song quality, almost mocking in its sweetness— like she was the kindest leader imaginable, someone who would never ever hurt her members in any way, someone they could trust. 

kaia takes a quick look back at yvan, and this time they meet her eyes.

but they couldn’t say a word, couldn’t even convey anything with their shared look, as nari’s sharp yell sliced through the room, demanding their attention once more.

“i’m done—” she yelled, making them both flinch and look back at her. her voice was loud, then it went a bit quieter but still firm. “—repeating myself. who was it?!”

“nari, calm down,” kaia said, voice steady but cautious, breaking her silence for the first time since the leader’s arrival. her heart pounded in her throat as she watched her start walking into the room, allowing the door to close shut behind her. “we can talk once you’re—” kaia hesitated, her words cut short by the sharp intensity of nari’s presence before her.

“give me a damn break.” nari spat, cutting off kaia’s calm tone without hesitation. she closed the distance between them in a heartbeat, voice dropping to an almost conspiratorial whisper— sharp, intimate, and inescapable. 

“i want one of you to open your mouth and tell me the truth.”

kaia blinked, startled, but nari didn’t falter. 

“do you want to sit down and read the article with me?” nari pressed, her voice almost razor-sharp, biting into the silence. “look at the stupid pictures proving nothing?” she gritted her teeth, frustration etched into every syllable, and let out a sharp tsk. 

“trying to destroy our reputation with fabricated lies? before debuting?”

kaia’s breath hitched, and her focus zeroed on a single phrase: fabricated lies. 

she didn’t need to read the article to know its contents. she was certain, beyond a shadow of doubt, that absolutely nothing about it was fabricated. every word, every damning accusation she knew was there— there was no doubt that they were all rooted in truth. 

because ever since kaia had moved to south korea to train alongside nari, she’d seen the truth beneath her polished facade. nari’s demeanor, oh-so sweet and charming to the world, was anything but kind behind closed doors. under the saccharine smile lay a streak of cruelty reserved for those closest to her— for those she deemed weak, useless, and pathetic. 

kaia, however, had long since stopped being fooled by that smile, by her selective respect. she was the one person nari could never deceive. 

she had some nerve lying to her face like that. 

“but why do you think it’s any of us?” kaia’s breath hitched when yvan’s voice broke the silence, drawing nari’s hardened gaze past her to where yvan stood slightly behind. 

nari’s glare made yvan visibly tense, and they stuttered, “w-what about the back up dancers? the stylists? or p-poppy. poppy is also part of us…”

guilt bites at yvan. nari scoffed. 

“that lapdog?” she sneered, sending yvan into a panicked silence while kaia’s jaw tightened. 

“she can’t even think on her own without those meds of hers. hell, she can’t even defend herself!” nari taunted, her voice lilting with a mockery, almost melodic in its cruelty. she started moving toward yvan with deliberate steps, her hands clasped behind her back in a feigned innocence. yvan tried to hold their ground, but their unease was unmistakable— their body shrinking under the weight of nari’s cold gaze. 

kaia blinks. something about nari’s awareness of poppy’s vulnerabilities sparked a warning deep in her mind—- a warning that wasn’t really new, really. 

“she’s also not stupid,” nari added, stopping inches from yvan, who refused to meet her gaze. “and neither is kaia.”

yvan said nothing. 

nari shoved them— hard. 

they stumbled back. 

“it was you, right?”

“i don’t know what—”

“it was you,” nari repeated with a laugh, pushing them again. this time, they hit the ground with a thud. 

kaia’s instinct screamed at her to intervene, but panic, dread, and worry rooted her in place. 

“nari, nari!” yvan scrambled to stand, desperation evident in their voice. tears welled in their eyes as they tried to speak, “it wasn’t—”

“don’t—” nari snapped, and yvan yelped in pain as nari delivered a sharp kick to their side, forcing them back to the ground. kaia just stood there, frozen, watching as nari delivered yet another ruthless kick, her voice venomous as she hissed. “—even bother.” 

suddenly, nari’s tone shifted, adopting the voice of reason, of a calm and rational leader. 

her voice dripped with a chilling hypocrisy as she said, “making excuses, bringing up someone who isn’t even here, lying right to my face— aren’t you ashamed of yourself?”

kaia could barely stand to listen. 

the room fell silent for a moment, broken only by yvan’s soft sobs. 

“what? should we throw a pity party for you?” nari asked, her shoe uncomfortably close to yvan’s vision. they flinched, fearing she would aim for their face next. 

“we are in middle of debuting, you imbecile!” she snapped, attempting to kick their face. yvan managed to block it with their arms, trembling as nari ranted. “our reputation is at stake because of the stupidity you just had someone post—”

“i’m sorry!” they cried out, shielding their head.

“stop talking—” her voice was sharp, and before anyone could react, she landed a kick square on yvan’s nose. they cried out, clutching their face as she raised her leg for another strike. “—back. who do you think—”

kaia pushed her. 

of course, that was something nari didn’t see coming. 

the impact sent her stumbling back into the music panel, a loud crash echoing through the studio as some equipment tumbled to the floor. she caught herself against the table, her gaze, confused yet seething, snapping to kaia’s direction, whose hands were still trembling from the push. 

“what the hell was that?” nari’s voice cut through the silence, sharp and disbelieving. 

kaia’s ears rang—panic, worry, anger, fear… all jumbled together. she couldn’t pinpoint which emotion had driven her to act, only that she had. 

because kaia was good. kaia was nice. kaia was calm. 

kaia was the one who never fought back. 

the air was suffocating as nari straightened, her gaze piercing through kaia’s silence. her voice dripped with disdain. “well, maybe you are stupid,” she spat, her eyes narrowing. “what’s your problem?”

kaia blinked, stunned. her lips twitched as if on the verge of laughing at the absurdity of the question. “what’s my problem?” her voice cracked, disbelief laced in every word. 

the door clicked open. 

from the corner of their eyes, they watched poppy step in, her eyes widening as they took in the scene before her once she had pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. slowly, the brunette closed the door behind her, gaze sweeping over the fallen equipment, kaia’s tense figure, and yvan, crumpled on the floor. she said nothing, but the unspoken question hung heavily in the air: what’s happening?

yvan let out a weak, desperate whimper, their breath hitching as the blood rapidly poured from their nose, making it harder to breath. 

poppy rushed to their side, crouching down beside them and trying to help them into a sitting position while wiping the blood from their face with careful, but trembling fingers. her voice was soft, laced with both concern and rising panic. “what happened to you?” 

her touch seemed delicate, and her tone was anxious, but it cracked something deep within kaia’s senses. 

because nari’s presence lingered like a storm, her silent fury simmering in the background, casting a heavy, oppressive silence that loomed over everything and everyone in the room. poppy’s calm gentleness with yvan, in contrast, felt almost out of place. yet, it was the only thing that seemed to reach yvan in that moment. 

kaia takes in a deep breath.

“you’ve been doing this for years,” kaia said, voice steady, but lacking the sweetness she usually carries with her. “and not just to us.”

nari blinked, caught off guard. 

poppy looked up from where she was holding yvan up, no longer guiding them to cough out the blood as her hands completely froze in place. 

“and now you’re surprised someone finally had enough of your bullshit?” her voice wavered, sharp with an anger that burned in her chest. 

her hands trembled, tears pooling in her eyes. not from sadness, but rage. 

pure, unfiltered rage. 

“bullshit?” nari’s lips curled into a bitter smile, scoffing once she’d gotten past the shock of kaia’s words. “you think acting like a leader is bullshit? you think caring about the crap you three mess up is bullshit?” she motioned to her members with a wave of her hand. “you’d all be nothing without me. nothing. if i hadn’t fixed your mistakes—”

“you haven’t done anything,” kaia snapped, voice rising as tears spilled over. “you’ve never done anything but be a bitch—”

before kaia could react, nari pushed her forcefully. kaia stumbled, her balance faltering as the room seemed to spin and tilt around her. 

“i have,” nari said, voice louder to bear her in volume, “and for nothing, it seems. skin hardens over time, my ass,” she laughs bitterly, “because all of you,” she looks back at the other two, and although yvan hid their face in poppy’s shoulder, poppy held her stare, unflinching. 

her tone shifted, sweet yet venomous, dripping with mockery, loud enough for her words to echo in their minds. “you are still as useless as when we were trainees. you are nothing.” 

her gaze snapped back to kaia, locking on with unrelenting intensity. this time, her voice softened to a near whisper, but her words carried an icy weight that sliced deep. 

“and you?” nari’s lips curled into a cruel, mocking smirk. “you’re just a fool playing house everywhere you go. and for what? nothing, because everything you do never happens or lasts. you’re nothing but a joke.”

nari gave kaia a quick look over, a flicker of disdain that taunted her to speak, to retaliate. that glance burned through kaia, igniting something deep within— a sharp pang of disbelief slicing through the anger already churning in her chest. for a moment, she couldn’t speak— couldn’t even think.

and then it hit.

anger surged through her veins, hotter and sharper than she thought possible. her hands clenched into fists at her sides, nails digging into her palms as she trembled with the effort of holding herself back. she blinked hard, her vision blurring as more tears threatened to escape— not from sadness, but from the sheer intensity of her rage. 

because how dare she?

everything kaia had done— personally and professionally— every sleepless night, every sacrifice, every time she had put herself second to make sure this dream stayed alive. she endured ridicule, bruises, and endless doubts, yet she pushed forward because she believed in herself and her members. she believed in their potential, in the spark each of them carried that could ignite something extraordinary if only they worked together. 

kaia had faith— unshakable, relentless faith— that this group could be more than just another fleeting attempt at success. she wasn’t the leader, just a mere sub rapper and lead dancer, but she still tried to hold them together, even when they doubted, even when they wanted to give up. she smiled through her own pain, lifting yvan when they crumbled under pressure and reassuring poppy when her fear clouded her resolve. 

even nari, with her biting words and abusive control, had received kaia’s support. not because she deserved it, but because kaia knew that for their dream to happen, she had to keep the peace, and at the end of the day, nari had a dream just like she did. she endured nari’s cutting remarks, the moments that left her crying in private, because she thought if they could just get through it, they could debut as the group she believed they were meant to be. 

but now? now, it was clear. no matter how much kaia gave, no matter how much she sacrificed, no matter how much they endured her abuse, nari didn’t care. she would keep holding them back, sabotaging any chance they had to shine, all for her own selfish gain. 

there was no place for yvan, poppy or kaia to shine. not under nari’s rule— only shadow and silence. 

nari turned away, simper lingering as kaia stood motionless, trapped in the suffocating silence. “well, it doesn’t matter anymore. vivi said they’ll handle the article,” she said lazily, her tone as casual as if she was discussing the weather. she strolled over to the sound panel, gripping the mouse and clicking idly through the screen with disinterest. 

the repetitive click echoed through the studio, each sound amplifying their emptiness. poppy glanced back at kaia, her expression a mix of both curiosity and concern. kaia’s eyes remained fixed on nari’s back, her face unreadable. 

poppy gulped. she couldn’t help but wonder what was going on inside kaia’s head. she knew all too well about kaia’s battles with self-doubt, her past thick with unfair circumstances and bitter luck. it made poppy worry even more about what this moment might mean for kaia— for all of them. 

“she asked me to take all of you to the meeting room to, y’know, talk about this,” nari said, her voice light and casual but carrying an edge of unease. poppy looked back at nari, who remained turned away, focused on the screen as the rhythmic clicking continued, most likely just saving the progress of whatever kaia and yvan had been working on, acting as if she was completely unfazed by the tension in the room. 

“so, let’s go and—”

kaia didn’t let her finish. 

in a blur of movement, her hand shot out, grabbing the back of nari’s head and slamming her face into the music panel with a sickening crack. 

both poppy and yvan gasped loudly at the scene. yvan scrambled backward, bumping hard into poppy’s shoulder, who instinctively moved with them, eyes wide with shock. 

but their collective gasp was nothing compared to nari’s scream, raw and piercing— at least, until it was muffled by the panel as kaia slammed her down again. and again. and again. 

the sound of nari’s head hitting the panel seemed to reverberate in the studio, freezing both poppy and yvan in stunned silence.

nari’s hands flailed, desperate, clawing for anything to grab onto— anything to stop the assault or defend herself. she managed a weak, choked cry for help, but kaia was relentless, her movements sharp, calculated, and quick. 

the panel rattled with each impact, a brutal rhythm of anger. 

by the time nari’s screams faded into weak, incoherent sounds, her world started to blur and fade to white. her vision started swimming, and every taken breath felt heavier, each heartbeat distant and sluggish, until all that remained was a faint, fading echo of her reality.

that’s when kaia paused her actions, yanking nari’s head back with a tight grip on her hair. she glanced at the blood smeared across the panel, messy and vivid, before tossing nari to the ground like a discarded ragdoll. a weak, pitiful whine escaped the woman kaia had just brutalized, barely audible over the heavy silence that followed. 

yvan cried out when nari’s body crumpled limply in front of them, retreating further into poppy, who instinctively wrapped their arms around them. poppy’s eyes were wide, her expression a mix of both shock and horror, yet it wasn’t the blood or nari’s broken form that rendered her speechless. 

it was kaia— tha blank stare in her eyes, devoid of any warmth or hesitation, that froze her in place. 

because kaia was good. kaia was nice. kaia was calm. 

kaia had faith. 

but kaia didn’t even glance at them. her gaze remained locked on the crumpled figure before her, a fragile and broken thing now barely clinging to any lasting strength. nari struggled, her body betraying her attempts to rise, only to collapse back onto the cold ground. her face— swollen and grotesque, a canvas smeared with blood and bruises— was unrecognizable. she wasn’t narissa kwon anymore. 

she was nothing. 

and in that nothingness, kaia saw a reflection of everything nari had become: a hollow, festering voice that thrived on greed, abuse and ridicule. it wasn’t just emptiness; it was a consuming force that had sabotaged their efforts, stifled their dreams, and mocked every sacrifice made along the way. it was the same nothingness that threatened to poison their potential, to strip away everything they had worked for until it all meant nothing. 

the sight sent a cold shiver through kaia— not from guilt, but from the quiet, unshakable certainty that she could no longer allow nari to hold them back. 

“k-kaia…” nari’s voice came weak and trembling, a glimpse of fear cracking through her voice. this time, she managed to push herself off the ground just the slightest, her movements slow and faltering as she tried to sit upright. 

kaia answered with a kick to her face, sending her back down with a thud. then, without a second thought, kaia dropped to her knees, fists slamming into nari’s bloodied face in a frenzied, relentless surge of fury. 

yvan covered their bloodied mouth, eyes wide with shock and fear, while poppy sat frozen, her entire body trembling, unable to look away. the sound of each punch reverberated through the silent studio, but poppy could only watch, her heart pounding against her ribcage, her mind unable to comprehend what was happening before her. 

each punch landed with a visceral satisfaction, fire coursing through kaia’s veins with every strike. each blow was a reckoning, a release of years spent enduring nari’s cruel control. for all those times kaia had been mocked and humiliated, her dreams weaponized against her because nari saw her as nothing more than a toy to play with. 

for all those countless nights kaia had held yvan as they cried, nari’s cutting words and manipulations tearing away at their confidence, leaving them dimmed when their light had once shined the brightest. 

for all those times kaia had seen nari’s hands linger a little bit too long on poppy’s skin, her words dripping with twisted intent, turning a strong-willed woman into someone trapped in fear, reduced to a fragile doll— played with and discarded without care, waiting for the day nari would repeat the cycle. 

and as kaia’s fists continued to fall, the anger deepened— not just for herself, but for the potential nari had trampled underfoot, the possibilities she had stifled with her poison. nari had taken so much, stolen so much, dragging them all into a shadow where they would be kept away. kaia’s chest heaved with every strike, the weight of years of frustration and helplessness lifting, punch by punch. she wanted her gone— they needed her gone. everything would be better once nari was out of their lives, once the weight of her abuse and manipulation no longer held them down. 

this was the first step toward breaking free— toward a future where they could finally find peace. 

she had faith that this was the only way.

poppy cried out her name, but kaia didn’t hear it. not the first time. not the second. not the third.

but the fourth time, poppy’s cry broke the trance, making her gasp. 

slim arms successfully wrapped around her ribcage, pulling her away from the broken, bloodied figure beneath her. 

poppy’s warmth behind her felt like home, grounding kaia back to reality. and for a moment, she had been lost—lost in the chaos of her own rage, consumed by the weight of everything she had endured and fought against. 

but now, clarity starts to seep through her senses, piece by piece. 

she stared at nari, lifeless and unrecognizable, her body crumpled on the bloodied ground. this wasn’t someone kaia could recognize anymore— this was a hollow, broken thing. 

the person who had once towered over them, wielding cruelty, mockery and control, was now a hollow, broken figure. the image of nari had become something foreign, a reflection of the void kaia had tried to hold together for far too long. 

because kaia was good. kaia was nice. kaia was calm. 

kaia had faith in them. 

poppy’s jagged breaths pressed against her ears as she held onto kaia tightly, but kaia didn’t respond, didn’t move. her bloodied and bruised knuckles, once delicate and soft, now felt foreign— scarred by the weight of her own rage. yvan’s cries echoed through the silence, but kaia remained still, staring down at the nothingness before her. 

kaia takes a slow, steady breath. 

“bring vivi.” she said quietly, words barely above a whisper but heavy with the weight of everything that was about to change. 

[riacte]

being a fan of false/ren/both atm is kinda weird and surreal in these times because you have to carefully tread around in your mind to avoid thinking about upsetting things (which consist of like 50% of the total stuff in your head) and you have to rewire your longtime neural pathways but it’s necessary and doable lol

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

i’ve been having a bad week and my lovely friend sent me these in the mail to cheer me up 🥺🥺 he doesn’t even like arctic monkeys but he always knows how make me feel better ❤️‍🩹

[samuraiviolets]

sorrow

[littlelightfish]

As a member of Mickbell Nation, and a honorary member of Kuro Nation, for Kuro's and Mick's sake I will speak up. I loved this scene on anime.

When they arrive to the island, the first thing Mickbell does is go to the window and try see outside. He can barely see anything aside the sky color, that's why he wonders what time is it. Kuro leans towards him, or is looking outside the window, or both, I can't really tell. Here we can see that Mickbell could tiptoe and try to see outside, but I believe he doesn't because: a) he'd still be too short to see and knows it and/or b)he is expecting Kuro to hear him.

Now, he could be just wondering and looking outside with no real wanting of looking outside further (he's ok with just looking at the sky), but his body language tells he wants to peek outside.

THEN he picks up Mickbell without him asking Kuro to do so. Kuro sees his small friend who can't get the vew strugling and decides that he would lift him up to see. He could have just told him "it's dawn", but he decides, without no-one asking him to do so, to do this. Did Mickbell expected this to happen? Yes, you can see it on his face. He's quite happy being lifted up to see outside the window.

This is meant to show that, even tho Mickbell is his boss, Kuro very much does what he wants. Wich is often what Mickbell wants. Because they know each other so well that Mick can be certain that if Kuro hears him, not even complaining, but wondering what time is it, he would be picked up to see by himself.

On anime, it happens backwards. The first thing we see is Kuro lifting him up. It takes off the sweetness of "oh, he can't see, I'll help him" that we get when Mick asks first and Kuro lifts second. Even when we still get the message if we look at this images, it's not quite the same. At least at first glance. But... Isn't it lovely that he looks at his short ass friend, thinks "is he trying to look outside? He can't, he's too short. I'll help him". And the little surprise on Mick's face? It gives that Mick wasn't expecting this care. He was just looking outside with thia "Well I can't see shit, I wish I was taller sometimes" look in his eyes. Then he gets just a tiny bit surprised as he feels hands grabbing him, but nothing else. He's so used to this he doesn't even turn around to see who picked him up. He alredy knows.

Here, Kuro looks at him, Mick is trying to look outside with not a word. I at first didn't liked that he sayed nothing. The idea was that Mickbell, knowing how his friend would react, sayed something. Bit the "up we go" Kuro tells him as he lifts him up its everything I needed to keep on the living laughing loving.

And after he can see outside he wonders what time is it. Wich... is a bit wierd... Because he now can see, not only how the sky is, but how the town down there is. It's not dificult to know if it's dusk or dawn by looking at the people on the streets.

So yes, me (detail-obsessed fish) is quite happy with the comeout after a bit of analysis. But I still feel it could've been better to leave as it was on the manga.

[murdockhawkeye]

yk i kinda wish miss chatham was in the later seasons still. like imagine if we got an episode of them visiting the retirement home

i can see it now. they lose miss chatham somehow while in there, and then end up on their own side adventures

lewis is acting like he's found his people and he's invited to the next bingo meet by a gladys. or multiple gladys's. while on the opposite end of the spectrum, rikki gets into a fight/rivalry with some old lady

and cleo and emma end up being wrangled into helping one of the seniors, only for emma to end up transforming into a mermaid and for the senior that they were helping, to see it

and then because for whatever reason this came to mind, it turns out said senior is julia's ex karl, who apparently lives at the same retirement home as miss chatham

he almost gets his camera out for old times sake, because he hasn't changed much since they were teenagers, but then miss chatham gets her tennis racket out

suffice to say. they end up walking out with pocketful of old people candy and also a bunch more lore/info from miss chatham. idk

[perseabeth]

These lines by Apollo, aka Lester, live in my mind rent free

Listen, i have no theory, i have absolutely no idea what is the connection here

ALSO:

I mean HELLO?? A four-thousand-something years old god saying that. plus i might not be knowledgeable about genetics and how it works but doesn’t percy possess these eyes because of Poseidon ?

this is an extract taken from The Lightening Thief:

I’ve been a reader of Rick Riordan for so long that i know he doesn’t just add things randomly

I don’t know what’s happening here, but I do know that Estelle Blofis, the very lovable energetic child who is very much capable of dominating the planet (Apollo’s words not mine) might have an important role in the story

but again, who knows

[deadmountaindaughter]

wild life smp superhero au when. please i need it this was my favorite episode

[ellouchi]

Swansuke and Jimsuke (or whatever it's called my bad) are hmm~ in a positive way for me. I've read some great fics on the first ship but for the second one... alas the content I would enjoy with them is sparse. Like, any relationship with Jim would be toxic it's just people either make Jimmy cartoonishly evil or Daisuke as stupid as a rock.

Actually yk I'll ramble here about Jimsuke. I would love to see their dynamic being like this: Daisuke would try to befriend Jim because he finds his standoffish and crude demeanor "kinda cool". Jimmy would be annoyed, maybe try to fend off this pesky intern until some situation happens and Daisuke shows same admiration he shows to Swansea towards Jim and it flips the switch in Jimmy's mind. The guy loves receiving control and validation, and Daisuke provides. On the other side Daisuke will absorb all the praise from Jimmy too and think it's awesome that he got to befriend him. Jimmy will quickly grow irritated when Daisuke mentions either Swansea or Curly and will isolate Daisuke from the both.

And since Daisuke is YOUNG, IMPRESSIONABLE and NAIVE (those traits don't equal to him being a child, man. He acts like a teen from the 80-00, the devs took inspiration from the older films), together with admiring Jimmy he would listen to him, to the point where Jimmy would coerce Daisuke for some sexy stuff.

I imagine it would be the same how Swansea taught Daisuke to "drink like a man" kind of situation. Of course with "no homo" from both sides, Daisuke would be nervous and blurt out some stupid comments or will try to "set the [romantic] mood" and Jim would be confused like "Wtf are you doing...?". Also Daisuke's hand and mouth game would be horrendous, it's cannon trust 🤞🤞

[infiniteseriesofhalfways]

also here's two terrible photos of what ive been knitting this week:

there's too many stitches so i cant stretch it out properly, and the construction makes it hard to really show it off. also im in bed so it's the best i can do right now.

anyhow this is clue 1 of Stephen West's Go Go Dynamo MKAL, which im two weeks behind on but it's fine. it's been fun so far, minus the 'bubbles', which are the bane of my existence.

[blade-that-was-broken]

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