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

[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

[bennyboyfics]

lol could you do actress!reader where she’s going to watch Ben and idk people find out that their dating?!!

thanks don’t feel the need to that one specifically but something along the line of actress reader.

Grand slam surprise || Ben Shelton x actress!reader

A/n: Ty for the request xx

Wc: 510

Warnings: none

MASTERLIST

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The murmurs started the moment you stepped onto the Arthur Ashe Stadium grounds. Cameras flashed, heads turned, and whispers spread like wildfire. Your name wasn’t exactly unfamiliar here—celebrities often came to watch the US Open—but this? This was different. You weren’t just here as a spectator. You were here for him.

Seated in his player’s box, right beside his team and family, your presence alone was enough to send shockwaves through the tennis world. Ben Shelton had always been private about his personal life, never one to entertain gossip or speculation. You, on the other hand, were one of Hollywood’s brightest stars—your face gracing blockbuster films, red carpets, and magazine covers.

The two of you had successfully kept your relationship under wraps, navigating clandestine meet-ups and late-night FaceTime calls in different time zones. But now? Now, you were making a statement. Dressed in a sleek, all-white ensemble, your sunglasses perched on your nose, you looked effortlessly composed—though, internally, your heart was racing. Ben had no idea you were coming.

He thought you were stuck in L.A. for a press tour. So when he stepped onto the court for his quarterfinal match, eyes scanning the stands out of habit, his movement stuttered. Just for a second. And then he saw you. His jaw clenched, his grip on his racquet tightening, but not in frustration—in pure, unfiltered shock. You watched as he exhaled sharply, blinking as if to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating under the New York heat.

The commentators noticed. “Wait a minute… is that—?”“Oh, wow. I don’t think anyone saw this coming.” The crowd had started buzzing too, fans nudging each other, pointing in your direction. Social media was already losing its mind. “WHAT IS SHE DOING IN BEN SHELTON’S PLAYER BOX?!” “Are they… dating???” The match began, but you could tell Ben was still reeling.

He fought through his first service game with gritted determination, stealing glances at you between points. His parents, seated beside you, were trying to suppress their knowing smiles. They had always been warm to you, treating you as if you’d been part of the family long before today. And when he won the first set with an ace down the T, his reaction was unmistakable. He turned toward his box, eyes locking onto yours, and pointed—directly at you.

The stadium erupted. The cameras caught everything. The commentators fumbled over their words, social media exploded again, and your cheeks burned as the world finally, undeniably, knew. Ben, still grinning, mouthed something before walking back to his bench. You surprised me, baby. You smirked, crossing your legs as you leaned forward, resting your chin in your hand. Well, I had to keep you on your toes, didn’t I?

[hannieehaee]

ive been told another one of my fics (over my head) seemingly draws too much inspiration from another preexisting fic (hits different cause its you).

while i 100% do not believe this belief to be true, ill be taking it down to avoid any issues (ill be leaving it up for the rest of the day in case you'd like to save/archive it for ur own reading and then will be removing it altogether). my fic and this fic were posted one month in difference and my full-length fics usually take me months to complete, so any similarities in plot were purely coincidental.

id like to take this time to clarify that a few of my fanfics do utilize tropes/concepts ive seen other authors use but that id never actually copy or steal the actual subject matter of someone else's writing in my own. i was told by this same author that apparently there's been other writers who have issue with some of my fics copying their own, so if you're one of those people, i invite you to come forward and let me know so i can remove whichever fic you feel is similar to your own.

i want people to understand that a lot of writing on here will reminisce one another due to being about the same thirteen individuals who all share specific dynamics and personality traits, along with tropes and trope progressions being similar (if you read my fics i use the exact same trope progressions 90% of the time). and that i could easily pull up a few fics that read similarly to each other but are not the same.

i will remove any 'copied' writing (despite me knowing this is false) to avoid any issues because i dont want to entertain this. though i completely admit my fault regarding my imitation of another writer in my previous post, i wont entertain the idea that most of my writing is copied, because it is not.

with this, i will post the last few works i had already been planning on posting and move onto removing the rest of my work from tumblr altogether. for full transparency, i have a few other works i am in the middle of writing and will be posting those to patreon (i frankly dont care about anyone's opinion on my use of patreon, by the way).

i have a lot of stressors in my personal life, which is why i would only ever pop in here to post writing and leave immediately after, so i am not entertaining anything that makes this space the slightest bit uncomfortable/annoying for me lol sorry! writing has been fun, and the few people ive met on here have been very nice and i will miss them, but im not sitting and waiting for false accusations about my writing due to a mistake i made and admitted to as soon as it was pointed out to me.

id also like to clarify about my patreon since ive gotten complaints before: i do not feel any type of way about it. that money has been incredibly helpful for real-life money issues ive had and im incredibly appreciative of anyone who's supported me. ill continue posting there for a while before ultimately stopping my writing altogether.

im sorry to anyone who liked my writing on here. i'll keep it untouched for a few days in case anyone would like to save it or archive it for their own personal reading. and if anyone would like to read 'closer' (the fic i took down yesterday) message me and ill send you a google docs of it so you can personally keep it for yourself.

bye lol idk if anyone will be sad about my departure ik i sure as hell wont be

[nothingcouldfall7]

if anyone has byler doubt after today just remember they can’t risk any implication that byler is happening in s5 now that they’ve filmed it (especially by finn), mileven is canon so they are safe when they say they support this ship it is the SAFE option; they literally waited 5 seasons to make byler canon and they can’t make the mistake of making the ship seem like an option from their side even months before the actual promo (the main trailer) for s5 and i still think they will be very subtle with it and make it more of a surprise and plot point in s5. the evidence is on screen in all seasons- it is not coincidence of how finn plays mike, like you can literally take just 1 “byler proof” that byler is real and it should make you convinced on that

let me say for example: the contrast of mileven break up and byler fight in s3 CMOONNN- the difference in the dynamics and making mileven break up a comedic thing and byler very angsty and sad- even the aftermath when max said to el “he will come crawling back to you” umm he did not instead ge biked across hawkings in pouring rain to will’s house and when he wasn’t there he went didn’t give up and kept on looking for him; he also immediately corrected his past behaviour about not caring where dustin is when will pointed it out and took emphasis to not make the same mistake again

i mean we all know this but like i could talk about this forever and that’s just one things amongst hundreds of others and maybe more

and just props to duffers like i think its just so fascinating how they do all this and get away with it so it stays more of a surprise for the GA and i understand the GA for shipping mileven or for not rlly caring about that in general because its not always something you notice on a one watch but when you think about it from any perspective it makes so. much. sense. its unreal

might have gotten a bit lost in here in the end idk but im also kind of watching the grammys while studying while listening to music while its 4 am so yeah also my first post on here lol? non toxic twitter and kind of a byler space i love it here

[hergrandplan]

"He's the one"

thank you @enjoythesilentworld for this fun tag!!

Post a 1-5 paragraph excerpt of a WIP/fic idea that may never make it out of your drafts but is near and dear to your heart.

I started this so so long ago and actually looked at it a few days ago and realized that this may simply be one I can't figure out. I know what it's supposed to be (exes who are friends, and then Simon gets engaged and Wille becomes his best man) but I don't know how, and either way, I don't think this particular scene will make it in! So here it is, for your enjoyment (yes. this is longer than 1-5 paragraphs. it could have been even longer but there were too many square brackets in the final few that I couldn't figure out. but hey. More cake!)

**

With a loud “Wille, you’ll never believe what happened!” Simon stormed into the living room, temporarily making Wille look up from the book he was reading. A book he was enjoying.

He already regretted giving Simon the keys to his house. One of these days, he was sure, Wille was going to come home and find Simon splayed out on his couch, having raided his cupboards and eating all his snacks.

“What, Simon?” he said with feigned disinterest, while trying to finish this last paragraph.

Simon grabbed the book out of his hands before he could, and tossed to the other side of the room.

“Hey!” Wille exclaimed. [maybe this needs to be more of a description of the sound like ‘disgruntled noise’ or something but not disgruntled] “I was reading that!”

“You can read later, I have something to tell you.” Simon sat down on the couch next to him, the widest grin possible on his face and a sparkle in his eyes. “I met someone. And I’m pretty sure he’s the one.”

“You said that about the previous guy. And the guy before that. And the guy before that.”

“Yeah, but this time I’m sure of it.” Simon fell back against the couch cushions, and ran a hand through his black curls. “He’s sweet, and considerate, and incredible in bed. I mean the way he–“

“Okay, okay, I do not need to hear you go on about your sexual escapades again, please. Where did you meet him?”

Simon’s hand got stuck in his curls, and he blushed. Actually blushed, and that’s how Wille knew the answer.

“Please don’t say the club.”

Simon didn’t reply.

“Simon, we talked about this. Not every guy you fuck is the one.”

“Yeah, but this time it’s different! I mean, I met him last Saturday and we went out for dinner last night and Wille,” Simon sat up again, stared into Wille’s eyes. “I came from his place just now. I haven’t even been home yet since Saturday. He has a bed frame. A bed frame that is incredibly suitable to – ” Wille gave him a look, and Simon stopped mid-sentence. “Okay, it doesn’t matter what it’s suitable to, but c’mon.”

“Wait, but if you met him Saturday –“ Wille quickly did the math in his head. “Simon, you’ve known this guy for what, 4 days?”

“I know, I know, it’s too soon but truly, I’m telling you, he’s the one. For real this time.”

Wille rolled his eyes and get up to get his book from where Simon had flung it to heedlessly.

“Sure. Tell me again in a month when it hasn’t crashed and burned again, and maybe I’ll believe you.”

Simon’s problem, according to himself, was that he just loved too much and that they were never able to handle it. And maybe he was right, a bit – almost every guy he met was the one until he found they weren’t ready for a relationship, were still in love with their ex, or, in more than one case, had a girlfriend already.

Simon’s problem, according to Wille, was that he couldn’t see past all the raging red flags. Simon would have killed it if he were a bull fighting in the arena.

Not tagging anyone bc Idk who has been tagged already and I sadly dont have the brain capacity or the time for that rn. So if you see this and want to join in: this is your sign!

[gullwrites]

a bar called safe house

summary: Maybe asking a friend to help you with your work isn't always a good idea, especially if a guy who secretly hates your friend shows up. Now, after asking her new associate she had gained through work to help hide something that happened, including her friend Tobias and this coworker deemed as 'knows too much', Klara is told to go to a specific bar with her still-a-bit-shocked friend to wait for the associates' people to be done at the apartment.

a conversation of a specific event in their early relationship/friendship i've been thinking of abt lately. idk. happens twenty years before cynosure events btw.

warnings: mentions of killing someone in self-defence, self-destructive thoughts, mentions of blood, mentions of murder

"I think my mom took me here a couple of times..."

Klara turned to look at it quickly, surprised at it suddenly saying something after a silent walk here. Not like she was completely surprised about its silence, it's not every day someone like Tobias could experience something like... that.

They were in a dim-lit cafe-bar thing called Safe House, making Klara wonder how literal the name was. She was told to take it here, while the people who worked for Birch took care of the... problem.

1:56 AM, barely anyone outside and no one in the cafe. Except for them. Only some people knew it was open at this time, those who were allowed to know, and the owners didn't seem to be keen on telling that to anyone they see on the street, either. One of them sat behind the counter, reading a book - Klara couldn't tell what, exactly.

"At a normal time, I hope?" She asked.

"Haha, no. Insomnia runs in the family, it seems," it replied, staring at the menu, "At 2 at night, I think. Maybe a bit earlier once. She knew someone who knew someone who was friends with the lover of the owner."

Klara wondered what kind of people its mother knew to know about this place. "God, didn't you live at, like, Medford or something?" She said, imagining how long it would take to get here from there. They must've had a car. "Gonna order the same thing now, too?"

"Oh, no no no, no, I've had enough of lemon iced tea in Miami. Never again." Tobias stepped closer to the counter and leaned on it. "Pomegranate spritz, non-alcoholic, please."

"Anything else?" The voice behind the counter asked, and it glanced at her, awaiting for her order.

"Oh, um, hang on, I haven't checked the menu myself yet," Klara said and stepped closer, cursing the dim light and small font in her head - and forgetting her glasses. "I'll pay, you go find a cool table to sit at," she said to Tobias, who stood still by the counter.

It looked around, then walked closer to her, clearly not wanting to be alone. After a moment of Klara squinting at the menu, it said, "You're an iced coffee enjoyer, why not order that? They had cold brew, too."

"Hmm... Yeah, I'll take that," she walked to the counter to pay, but the owner didn't seem to notice her as they just kept working on the drinks. "Where's the reader?"

"The payment was taken care of already by the person who told you to come here," they said, and motioned them to go and pick a table.

--

They picked the table by the window, by the wall. Klara watched Tobias slowly sit down, and how it took off its leather jacket to place it near the wall, like a makeshift pillow. She thought about sitting next to it for a moment, to maybe try and offer some comfort, or to just be close, but ended up sitting on the opposite side of the table instead. Maybe that would help her with less thoughts about 'being close'. Maybe. "You okay?"

"Hm, fun question," it said quietly, leaning on the table, "Maybe? I don't know. I guess you could say yes in a 'I'm alive' way. But everything else, a big question mark. Although, I do feel awful about what I did, you know? Or, maybe not awful, just- uh, I don't know, sorry."

"Nothing to apologize about, it's very normal."

It glanced at her, a frown on its lips. "What's normal about this situation..."

"Your reaction's normal. I mean, that must have been shocking, so of course it makes you feel weird."

"I wouldn't use 'shocking' to describe killing someone, but yeah, I guess," it sighed and covered its face with its hands, mumbling, "Oh my, what have I done..."

The owner brought their drinks, not paying any attention to what was happening. Klara wondered if they just didn't care, or if there have been weirder things happening here before.

Klara watched them leave, and then looked at it. "May I remind you that it was in self-defence. We already talked about this before." She hoped that its bathroom was soundproof enough.

Tobias opened its mouth to answer, but closed it quickly, reaching for its drink instead. To hold it, twirl it around slightly, not to drink - something idle to do while lost in thoughts. Klara watched the dark red liquid move in the glass, wondering what it could see in it. Looked at its fingers around the glass, still noticing some blood under its fingernails. Thought about the two big wounds she had taken care of on its left side, sitting on the floor in its bathroom, its smooth skin warm under her hands - she stopped herself for a moment, wondering if it's normal to think of something like that. At that moment it seemed to only care more about what body cream it could use after a shower. It ended up choosing vanilla, and Klara could feel its faint scent across the small coffee table, finding it interesting how much it seemed to care about something like skincare.

Maybe it was just thinking of something that wouldn't let it think of what was happening outside the bathroom, Klara thought, Not every day some people who work for a guy you don't know come help clean things up.

Suddenly, Klara realized she's been staring at its face the whole time as she was lost in her thoughts. She leaned back and picked up her glass of cold brew, hoping the paper straw hasn't melted yet.

Tobias didn't seem to be fully here, either. Its dark brown eyes, almost black in the cafe's poor light, seemed unfocused, and it seemed to barely move. Its hand was still holding the cocktail, thoigh it didn't twirl it around anymore. She fought the urge to place her hand on its. Didn't want to bother it.

"I think, um... I think I learned something. About myself. Or, well, um, I don't know," it finally said, its voice trailing off at the end, as it placed the glass down and leaned on the table.

Klara sighed, readying herself for it to call itself an awful person for what it had done, once again, or whatever it could've thought of. And thought of what to say to it about that, again. Maybe something like 'if you were, you wouldn't feel bad about it'... like some of her coworkers. "And what would that be?" She asked.

"I, um. This might sound weird, I guess, but. I don't think I would've acted like this before," it paused, as if looking for right words, "I mean, um. I think I would just, uh, give him what he wanted. Wouldn't care about him killing me. Maybe I'd even be okay with it. Or...something more positive, even? Anyway. Would've done that half a year ago. But now? I... I think I realized that, well, there are things for me to live for. Things to work towards, people to talk to, helping others... People to live for," it said, glancing at her for a moment as it said the last sentence. Klara thought if it was an accident, or just a reflex, or something. Surely it didn't mean anything by that. Did it?

Before she could reply, it continued, "I'm not trying to say what I did is right. It isn't. And I'll live with that my whole life. But, at that moment, fighting for myself seemed like a good thing..."

"And it was," she said, "said it yourself, many times, you didn't mean to. It was literally the first thing you said when I arrived."

It shrugged, looking down again. "I don't know, I- Ugh. I feel sick about it... but also, uh, free? In some way? Is it wrong?"

"No."

"Pfft. It feels like you're saying that only so I would feel better."

"Didn't you call me straightforward person?"

It smirked slightly, looking at her with its soft, brown eyes. "As a compliment. Um. I mean... It's a good trait to have. Along with all the other good traits you have, and, uh," it picked up its drink and took a sip, as if to stop itself from saying more.

"Then you know I'm being honest," she said and leaned closer. "Nothing wrong with defending yourself. Besides, guy was a complete asshole. And, well, a murderer. Imagine how many people he had killed before, both for work and for whatever he was doing on the side."

"Hmm," it looked at the glass again, its shoulders seeming less tense. "I hope none of my, uh, whining sounds weird or offensive to you, by the way. As in-"

"As in me being a corporate agent and doing all the shit that role brings with itself? No, don't worry about it. That's the hole I digged for myself."

"Should get you out of there and have you sipping iced coffee while looking at gulls on the beach."

"Hah. That would be fun, yeah... Though, only if you're there doing random commentary about things happening around us," she chuckled, thinking of the 'research trip' two days ago. How its laugh and stories seemed to fill her memories of that day.

"Oh, gladly," it said. "I, um. Thank you, Klara, for being here. And for all the help back at the apartment, too. For everything. It's helping... a lot. Means a lot."

She froze for a moment, thinking what to say. "I mean, technically it's my fault you got into that situation... If I didn't ask you to help me out with work, Pierce wouldn't have even know you're here."

"I'm sure he'd found a way to try and kill me in one way or another. Probably dreamed of it since the end of the project. Don't blame yourself."

"Only if you won't blame yourself for what happened, either."

It didn't say anything, staring at the drink its glass, yet she did notice it smiling more widely. Good, that's good, she thought, though failing to explain to herself why it was good.

She leaned back and looked out of the window. "I should ask if they're done with your apartment. You need to sleep, maybe write that you'll take a few days off as 'sick leave', calm doen before going back to your courses and work... and your thesis..."

"Yeah, uh. Oh, fuck, the thesis... Uh. Just remembered that Pierce destroyed all my data drives and my laptop while trying to get rid of all the information I had for your work."

"You don't have any copies left? Of your thesis, I mean, not the stupid work files. Fuck them."

It shrugged. "I, uh, fucking hell. Um-" it paused, finished its drink, and sighed. "You know what, I'll figure it out later. You're right, maybe I meed a break."

"Hm, you sure do," Klara thought about taking a few days off herself. Just to keep an eye on it, make sure it's feeling alright, she thought to herself.

She opened her phone and noticed a message from one of Birch's people, saying that the apartment is free now and that they'll contact her later about the next steps and updates. "You can go home now, it seems," she said to it.

"Did they, uh, clean up everything there. Where that happened, that is."

"Yep. Based on what I've seen before, they do a good job, so don't worry about it. It will all look completely normal." Except that you won't be able to forget about it, she almost added, wondering if it could move out despite the year-long agreement it had.

Tobias nodded. "Uh-huh. Um. How much do I owe this guy, by the way. Surely nothing he does is for free..."

"Actually, about that. Weird thing, but when I mentioned your name, he said it'd be for free. No, don't ask why. I don't know either."

"Huh. Um. Okay." It stood up and put its leather jacket on. "Weird question, but can you stay over? I, um, I know nothing's going to happen anymore, but-"

"Being alone doesn't feel right, huh? Understandable. Of course I'll stay with you."

"...Thank you."

[journey-to-the-attic]

one thing about ik is that she will always reach out

[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!)

[lunarharp]

What led to this (orufrey comic, cw an uncomfortable/creepy scene)

[toxiccaves]

By request, here's some of the English dubbed clips I've been posting to twitter. Incase anyone doesn't have access to a VPN, here's a preview of the English dubbed voices for MCB. Still would like if they put the voice actors in the credits for the dubbed version!

You can watch the English dub here.

[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

[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 ❤️‍🩹

[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. 

[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