#we love you you big clod

[writtenbymoonflower]

Hello lovely! I have a pretty weird/specific request. So if you don’t feel like writing it no big deal. I have celiacs, which means anytime I eat gluten(bread and such) my body turns autoimmune. Meaning every time I eat it(on accident but I just got diagnosed we all thought I just had a shitty immune system and a sensitive tummy so it’s been a bit of an adjustment) I end up getting an upper respiratory infection/issues or the flu(body aches and all). Anyways can I have a small story with whichever marauder you think fits it, with clod/flu supplies always at the ready and just not minding that she is ALWAYS sick 🥺 if not it’s a okay I understand ��💕 just feel free to delete ☺️☺️

hi hunny! i hope you are doing well! remus lupin x fem!reader

cw: mentions of being sick, flu like symptoms

650 words

When the bedroom door opened, you could see the immediate concern written over Remus’ face. Under usual circumstances, he would get home about an hour before you, more if things at work were particularly swamped. Seeing that you were home obviously long before him, wrapped in twisted sheets and looking miserable, was enough to make him panic. Still, he was as gentle as ever when he crouched by your bedside, the back of his hand pressed to your scorching cheek. 

“Thought I saw your shoes by the door.” He mused, a deep groove making its home between his brows. “You feeling sick, dove?” You nodded, a wave of nausea going through you from the movement. 

“Lunch was catered at work today. My food was mislabeled, I got sent home a few hours ago.” You said miserably, squirming and desperately trying to burrow further to escape the chills. Though that meant you were too warm to be comfortable. Remus cooed sadly at your struggle. 

“I’m so sorry, darling.” He said, smoothing your damp hair from your forehead. “Have you taken anything?”

You shook your head. “When I got back I just laid down.” You knew he would to chide you, but he could see how bad you felt. His mouth was downturned, pressed into a sad line as he took in your state. 

“Are you aching? I’ll get you some paracetamol.” 

You groaned. “I think I’m out.” He ignored you, moving over to his side of the bed. You turned to watch him as he dug through his bottom bedside drawer, fishing out a thermometer and various clattering plastic bottles. He held the reader over your forehead, humming disapprovingly at the beep. 

“37.7.” He sighed, setting the thermometer down on your nightstand. “Have you eaten anything since you got sick, lovely? You can’t have these on an empty stomach.” 

You shook your head, sitting up. “I don’t know if I can handle any food right now.” He tucked your hair behind your ear, gently caressing your jaw and pouting. 

“I can get you some fruit and tea? You don’t need much, just a little something.” When you still looked unsure he sighed, though still eternally patient. “If you don’t have something it’s just going to hurt worse, baby dove.” 

You sighed. “I can try.” You smiled, more for his sake than yours. He kissed your scorching forehead. You pulled away fast, feeling a coughing fit overtake you. Remus cooed and rubbed your back as you struggled. 

“You poor thing, that doesn’t sound very good.” He grabbed the tissue box and covered your mouth for you. You wanted to bat him away and shriek, but you leaned against his chest miserably. 

“I’m sorry I always make you do this.” You muttered. He pulled away, looking at you confused. 

“You make me do… what, exactly?” He still stroked your face and head gently. 

“I’m always sick and you always have to look after me. It’s not fair to-” You couldn’t finish the sentence without coughing again. He let your fit ease before he rebutted.

“You don’t make me do anything. I don’t, and would not, do anything I wouldn't wish to.” He said intense, yet kind. “And it’s hardly your fault, it’s not like this is fair on you either, lovely girl.” 

You sighed. “You didn’t sign up for this.” He looked up thoughtfully for a moment before leaning in close, nearly touching his forehead to yours. 

“I signed up for you. All, of you.” His tone was sweet, but left no room for argument. 

“Thank you.” You mouthed. He smiled, kissing your cheek. 

“I’m going to get you some food.” He said, standing up. “And then you should get some rest.” You resisted the urge to chase him. 

“Will you stay with me?” You asked, hopeful.

“That was never in question.” He kissed your forehead again.

[alittlebitofloveliness]

a ramble about winter cause I feel like you’d appreciate it

the other day my mom and I were driving somewhere, she said something like “I don’t like winter anymore, what about you” (for some reason the ‘anymore’ felt like it didn’t have to do w/ disliking it over the years as you grow up but just like the recent weather (Canadian)) and for some reason it got me thinking. I’m in high school and I kinda realized I’ve just thought of winter as being really cold for the walk to and from the bus stop, which made me feel like the ‘typical grownups’ who don’t like winter

but anyway, I started remembering why I loved winter in elementary school, and that’s what I really feel is worth sharing. We’d all (well, most) be bundled in our snow pants, coats, boots, and mitts, playing in the snow covered field where the grass normally is. I don’t know if all the schools did this, but at ours, sometime in the morning, the pavement area would be shovelled and pushed to the edges, where the grass starts, which meant we had these mounds of snow bordering the field. I remember how our imaginations would go wild on those mounds, they’d be different locations, we’d make holes in them, some deep enough to stand in, lots of times kids would make tunnels. A group of kids worked together to push snowballs around the whole courtyard to build a snowman. Multiple times people would make snowballs, but instead of stacking them, they’d be placed in a circle and packed in to stay in place. There was these slopes where the grass went to the fence, sometimes, the snow there would become frozen and we would slide down on it (that naturally got banned at one point). There’s an even bigger slope at the far end of the yard (big enough we weren’t allowed down there bc they couldn’t have adults supervising) but once in before&after care, we had these sleds, and the person in charge said if we all went over, we could play there, so we actually got to go sledding down it

idk, I just think it’s worth remembering how special this season can be

YESSSS anon you get it so much! Winter is so beautiful and its so fun and yeah it's cold but the cold makes you appreciate the warmth more whn you have it. But snow shines and its bright, and there's memories in every footprint and snowman and fort built, there are little designs scuffed into snow at bus stops, and dicks drawn in it by students on their way home from the bars, silly and laughing, and there is a calmness in the way snow falls from the sky. You can see your breath when its cold enough and what a wondrous and beautiful phenomenon that is! To see your life hanging in the air in front of you, drifting into the sky, a million little crystals. and the cold has a smell! it can freeze wet hair into sculptures! it's seems sometimes like winter is commonplace or a hardship but i feel so bad for anyone who has never experienced winter, who has never had a friend drop slush down the back of their coat and run away laughing, who has never experienced the delightful crunch of a snow crust under their feet, who never conquered a snow hill at recess, or seen their breath like a clod of smoke

[renee-writer]

The Fire Chapter 32

AO3

Two years later, Jeremiah was born. Mandy was jealous at first, trying to push her brother out of my arms.

 

A stern talk with her daddy settled that.

 

“Amanda Faith, you are his big sister, his protector. You are not to ever hurt him. Your job is to help take care of him.”

 

Flush with her new responsibilities, she stopped trying to hurt him and started loving on him.

 

“Clod mama for brother.” She , newly toilet trained, flushes with pride at helping.

 

“Thank you my darling.” I smile at her as I remove his soiled clod and wash his bum before replacing it.

 

“What that?” she points to his penis.

 

“That is his penis. Lads have them. It is what makes him a lad and not a lass.”

 

She nods before frowning. I secure the clod and turn back to her.

 

“Did mine go bye bye?”

 

I smile. “No baby. Lasses never have them. They have vaginas.”

 

“Alright.”

 

She slips away to play. I breath out in relief. Rabbie and I had discussed it. We decided to use the proper term for their parts with them. With a healer for a granny, it seems most appropriate.

 

“Mama say lasses don’t got penises.” I overhear her talking with her grandsire.

 

Da chuckles nervously. “Tis true.”

 

“So daddy, you, and Benjamin does?”

 

He looks to me. I am trying to hide my giggles. Then back to his granddaughter. “Aye lass. Tis how God made us.”

 

“That good.” She skips off with a grin. At da’s look, I burst out laughing. After a moment, he joins me.

[rainintheevening]

Slapped by @ablatheringblatherskite, thanks Aster! And @novelmonger! 😘

Are you named after anyone?: My first name comes from the Bible and my maternal grandmother.

When was the last time you cried?: Today at church. But it was good crying. The music really got me today. :')

Do you have any kids?: No, unless characters count. Eric and Casey, my beloved boys. Squatch, my little bothan boy. Addie, my clone son. There's a few of 'em.

What sports do you play/have you played?: Shinny on the outdoor rink at the park in town. Many bastardized versions of things with siblings (soccer with a basketball, baseball with a shoe, show jumping without horses, horse racing with bikes, golf with dirt clods... you get the idea).

Do you use sarcasm?: Sometimes, but I was raised to say what I mean, so even my sarcasm is easy to see coming. Try to only use it on people who will appreciate it and as a joke.

What is the first thing you notice about people?: Footwear is a big one. Tells me a lot. Also handshake (whether or not they do it, how firm it is)

What's your eye color?: Blue mostly. Greyer in some lights, greener in others. But really it's just blue.

Scary movies or happy endings?: Happy endings all the way.

Any talents?: Whistling, writing, herding animals, singing.

Where were you born?: The city I've always lived next to in Sounthern Ontario, Canada

What are your hobbies?: Writing, doing truck repairs with my brother, singing at church, drawing, four-wheeling

Do you have any pets?: Currently, just one, a cat named Lucy.

How tall are you?: 5'4", maybe 5'3"?

Favorite subject in school?: History. I did love history, because we read tons of high quality historical fiction growing up, and the way my mom taught us was by giving us books to read about things. Anyone else crazy about the Adam's Synchronological Chart of History?

Dream job?: Ugh, I don't even know anymore. Currently jobless so this is kinda a difficult question. I mean, homemaker would be ideal, but you need a husband for that. Would not mind being a housekeeper for nice people. (Already am one for the fam, but I don't get paid.)

Let's see tagging... @ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask @thefinaljediknight @x-rainflame-x @authortobenamedlater and anyone else who wants to do these!

[pixeldistractions]

"Mom, can I have twenty bucks?" Ingrid stood in the doorway to the lab and something told Charlie that she wasn't here for the science.

"Ingrid," her mother said. "We’re in the middle of something."

"Hi, Charlie," Ingrid said.

Charlie mumbled, "Eurrrgh…" He tried to hold an input sequence in mind while Ingrid, the way she smirked at him with only one corner of her lips, ever so subtly winked, and he might have thought he imagined it. She hoisted her butt up onto the counter. He suspected Ingrid wasn't really here for her mother’s money either. He shook his head. Button sequence.

A dull, steady, clod, clod, clod. Charlie looked up. It was the heels of Ingrid’s sandals clicking the counter, swinging her feet as she watched him work—try to work. She pointed her fingers at Charlie like a viewfinder. He looked at her strangely. She shrugged.

He tried to pretend she wasn't there.

“You sure seem poor lately,” her mother said. “You needed twenty dollars two days ago. Where did that go? Are you buying—” Dr. Thompson lowered her voice to a whisper. “Marijuana?"

Ingrid laughed. "No, Mom. Not with your money, anyway."

Dr. Thompson composed herself and returned to their work. "The university has a partnership with some farmers out in Bluewater. Go see if you can find a red valerian root seed. Not too big. Or see if you can find a sweet grass, bumbleleaf, or chamomile seed. Not a mandrake though. We have so many already."

"What if I don't find any of those?" Charlie said.

"Just grab something interesting then. If we tell you exactly what to look for, you might miss something better. You might miss something really great."

"Is this some kind of test?"

"Life is a test," Ingrid said dreamily from the counter. "The wind has answers to questions you didn't know you were asking."

Charlie was mystified. "Is that supposed to be a fortune cookie or something?"

She winked at him. He laughed. She smiled, coquettish but not innocent. He had to look away. She was like a lovely insect that wouldn't stop flying at his head.

He picked up a notebook and directions to the planting grounds, and he went.

— from “the answers”

(flashback to July 2085, 3 years ago story time)

Next ->

[c0smiccom3t]

When Cortex Says (A parody of When Veruca Says) Ft. Ryonna because cringe is dead.

Plot: Crash Bandicoot has been on vacation for 40 days and Dr. Neo Cortex's minions (The sidekick Ryonna and the henchmen N. Gin and N. Brio,) try to track him down, figuring where the heck he is so Cortex can put his evil scheme in action. (BTW im not sorry for making this cover i love making this kind of stuff with my hyperfixations)

Ryonna: Well, since the Bandi-clods went on vacation, our master has grown extremely feisty about destroying Crash.

Neo Cortex: I WANT THAT BANDICOOT DOWN!!!

Ryonna: How could we possibly refuse?

N. Brio: We can't. (ahem)

[song starts]

N. Brio: When Cortex says-

Neo Cortex: MORE!

N. Brio: I'm forced to do a chore

N. Gin: And when Cortex says-

Neo Cortex: NOW!

N. Gin: The sweat forms in my brow

Ryonna: and when Cortex says-

Neo Cortex: AGAIN!

Ryonna: No matter where or when

Ryonna/N. Brio/N. Gin: We better count out to-

Neo Cortex: MORE! NOW! AGAIN!

N. Gin: When Cortex says-

Neo Cortex: OUT!

N. Gin: There's no reasonable doubt

N. Brio: and when Cortex says-

Neo Cortex: FETCH!

N. Brio: There's no time to go fetch!

Ryonna: And when Cortex says-

Neo Cortex: OBEY!

Ryonna: You better find a way

Ryonna/N. Brio/N. Gin: To make a big ol' stretch for

Neo Cortex: OUT! FETCH! OBEY!

N. Brio: Now when he heard Crash was gone he started to attack, So Ryonna of course told us: "here's a tougher nut to crack!"

N. Gin: "Search where's that furball and let's capture him at once"

Ryonna: For when Master's happy and not sick. it's much better for you and his sidekick!

N. Brio: For 40 days our sanity tried not to go kaput.

N. Gin: working and listening to the music of-

Neo Cortex: I WANT THAT BANDICOOT! I WANT THAT BANDICOOT!!

Ryonna: And then guess what we caught on our security camera, CRASH BANDICOOT AT THE BAY! And what'd Doctor Cortex say??

Neo Cortex: N. Gin, Ryonna, N. Brio!

Ryonna/N. Brio/N. Gin: YES???

Neo Cortex: Bring me power crystals!

N. Brio: Urgh...!

N. Gin: When Cortex says-

Neo Cortex: WHY?!

N. Gin: It's like a battle cry!

N. Brio: And when Cortex says

Neo Cortex: MINE!

N. Brio: It's painful for my spine

Ryonna: And when Cortex says

Neo Cortex: Pleeeeeeaseee~!

N. Brio: I'd know it was a tease before his-

Neo Cortex: MORE!

N. Brio: Agh!

Neo Cortex: NOW!

N. Gin: and-

Neo Cortex: OUT!

Ryonna: Eek!

Neo Cortex: MINE!

N. Brio/N. Gin: uh-

Neo Cortex: FETCH!

Ryonna: Uh-

Neo Cortex: WHY?!

N. Brio: Until he finally goes to sleep, I pray and say amen! Until tomorrow, when it all begiiiiins...

Neo Cortex/Ryonna/N. Brio/N. Gin: AGAAAAAAAAAAAIN!

[theangrypokemaniac]

Part Two

Best enjoyed with a cup of tea and some biscuits.

What I've explained so far is merely the intellectual portion of my hatred.

I don't think it's too much to ask for something to make sense and respect the history and laws of its own universe.

I haven't even started talking about my emotional reaction, which is somehow even more volcanic.

Little T.A.P. had what's known euphemistically as 'the artistic temperament' (nutter) and as such, was the most hardline, take-no-prisoners Rocketshipping extremist you'd ever have the misfortune to meet.

Worse than everyone on Tumblr, combined.

If anyone reading this considers themselves an obsessive, then no, mate, you're not.

You ain't seen nothing compared to my psychotic prime.

Glorious, it was.

I, but a simple, unassuming child, had a clear vision in life:

I will kill anyone who comes between you.

And I wasn't one o' these wishy-washy 'Oh there's nothing there now but it has potential' dishcloths, I was the Real Deal.

NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! IT IS UNSPEAKABLY BEAUTIFUL TRUE LOVE OF MYTH AND POETS AND SONGS AND DREAMS!!!!!!

As far as I was concerned, it deserved to ranked alongside the great romances of history and legend.

• Romeo and Juliet

• Lancelot and Guinevere

• Anthony and Cleopatra

• Tristan and Isolde

• Victoria and Albert

• Orpheus and Eurydice

• Nicholas and Alexandra

• Hero and Leander

• Heloise and Abelard

• Pyramus and Thisbe

But, you know, without the death.

Besides which, I had no internet, and no friends who liked Pokémon, so I sincerely believed I was the only Rocketshipper in the world, and felt it more intensely on top of the rest as compensation.

And if you watch the early Indigo League in the view that Jessie and James aren't just destined to be in the future, but a fully-fledged, when-can-we-be-married legitimate couple, but it's never mentioned much because it's not relevant to the main story of Ash's quest, then it bloody works!

Suddenly you start thinking that maybe they want that one big heist so badly so they have enough to retire on and set up home together.

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

See talking about brings it all the bastard memories back and how they all died and led to nothing and now I want to sit in the corner and cry for the love that never lived.

Imagine me, in such a state, watching this utter abomination, matching Jessie with a man, and it's not James, and thinking I would ever take it well.

I don't understand how anyone could.

The best (THE BEST!) explanation I have is that these writers, now needing to string it out until the final moments of Johto, realized they'd taken the romance too far and wanted to hold back, but did it in the most cack-handed, clod-hopping fashion, undermining it so the whole ship collapsed about their ears, from which it's never really recovered.

This team, after all, thought Tracey was a good idea, so how much could we ever expect?

I'm not saying it died that day, as I still found things (the second film, by Shudo), but this was the first inkling I got that, well maybe it won't end happily after all.

And that hurt.

I should've seen it in Bad to the Bone, but this decision made the uneven writing far too plain, so how could I ever put my faith in it all turning out alright, if it's so dependent on an individual writer's whims?

What if the last-ever-episode was written by the wrong person, and it was left to his decision?

I dunno. Maybe the success of Pokémon went to their heads and drove 'em doolally, thinking they could coast serving up any old tripe.

Or they never wanted Rocketshipping to be so big, and deliberately set about a sabotage to put people off.

After all, the dearth of shipping content come Hoenn, the first region after Shudo left, can't really be explained otherwise.

And everything beyond that is the most paltry, blink-and-you'll-miss-it table scraps, like Jessie touches James back for half a second and the fandom flies out of its mind about it because they're so deprived of proper nourishment.

Then the supposed big stuff always comes with a catch that yet again chips away at their formerly established personalities, giving with one hand but robbing with the other.

I once heard someone defend XY063 (AND DON'T START ME ON THAT!!!) with talk of how:

For something shippy to happen, something anti-shippy needs to happen first.

We can't take one step forward before we've took a step back, so nothing ever moves.

In the present anyway. The canon gets ripped to ribbons.

Well who says it should?

'Cause I don't remember any price paid in the golden age of Rocketshipping. Back then it was just allowed to happen.

So what changed?

It can't only be they cut down on the romance to give it greater appeal to children, thus turning a bigger profit, as what do they think we were?

But here is where you start to see the almost brainless willingness to ignore all that's gone before.

Anything to keep it going, eh?

The entire reason Jessie and James was special is because it's two kids adrift from the worlds they were born into where no one understood them...until they met.

You go by the original canon, and it's them chancing upon their soulmate, realizing it, and never parting from that day.

They was only ever going to be the other in their lives, and they knew, and IT WAS SO BLOODY BEAUTIFUL!!!

The idea there's one person for everyone is the magic material woven into all the highest dreams of humanity, and it made Little T.A.P.'s tender heart sing hosannahs to its holiness.

Oh, but yer can forget that now, 'cause it's all gone to shit.

Turns out Jessie DID have one of them connections (honest!), but it was some other random knobhead named Darren who sniffs glue round the back of Netto.

Oh-ho, I bet Keats, Byron and Shelley are dusting off their immortal quills as we speak, keen as mustard to commit these wholesome snippets to paranormal paper.

Get this: she, apparently, knew Darren practically from the maternity ward, and spent her whole life with him, which is longer than her own parents lasted (supposing that bit of her past stayed the same, and I'm not sure it did, but anyway) meaning he's the biggest relationship of any kind she ever had, the one constant source of emotional support and companionship throughout her younger years, twinned with her as no one else ever could be (PFFT!!!) but he's never been bloody mentioned before!

And he's never seen again!

And he's got No Fookin' Eyes!

He's SO important, but he also doesn't matter at all, as them writers don't care no more.

James not only isn't The One, he ain't even The Two after Osstin got invented, and The Three is Darren part two, for Jessie's slummin' it for sloppy seconds.

James is well down the rankings of First Ever Love Evah in the modern configuration, which is nice.

And they just keep twisting the knife!

Pokémon Tech. is a school for Trainers, so first-year pupils must be at least ten, therefore I surmised that's how old Jessie and James were at their fateful encounter.

BUT she's evidently younger than ten here, so not only have they killed off her joint history with him, they've gotta mock it too by making out it couldn't even come close to the depth of dependency she had on ding-dong-merrily-on-high Daz, since they go way back!

As I said, Jessie's established past is oblitered by this scene, but so too is James's, and now he didn't abscond from school to join a bike gang, and I don't know where he comes from either because Holy Matrimony! is out too.

If I'm generous however, and overlook that, presuming the 'rich kid' theme still applies, there's no telling why, when or how he ran away, but I'll guess he was ten when he did, for that's the traditional age of majority here.

As the Training Daze version of events now takes precedent with everyone who isn't me, and those lauding it want to hammer yer into submission about how Duh Twenny Fyve, this makes a fifteen-year gap from James leaving home to swanning up at HQ, which is just an enormous black hole of cold emptiness.

Has there ever (EVER) been an episode dealing with what happened to him then, who he met, what jobs he had, how he survived?

NO!

With Indigo canon binned (apart from the following, apparently, which is convenient), I'm supposed to accept that James, who wasn't just a small boy, but a preened, pampered only child and precious son and heir, fêted and catered to by a household full of servants, with no life skills or survival instincts to speak of, somehow scraped by on the streets on his own FOR FIFTEEN YEARS, with no Jessie to take care of him, or Chopper, or Tyra, or any kindly biker?

As if! He'd have been dead within hours!

Of course, he caught no Pokémon during this period either (being most of his life) and consequently had no form of self-defence to hand, but this colossal plot hole doesn't seem to trouble anyone.

Who knows, maybe in this timeline he stayed home until the night before Giovanni snapped him up, which I suppose makes Jessibelle his own personal Darren in significance.

Except people never mind if, by default, every new Jessie backstory comes replete with endless gobshite wasters queueing up to give her Forgotten Major Trauma, but if James has another woman, and it's Jessibelle, there's hell to pay.

Well no wonder she's miffed, staying with him for decades only to watch him walk out the door as soon as she slipped on the veil.

I reckon it's only the good humour of Vileplume that keeps her from tipping into full Miss Havisham mode.

Whilst I'm at it, the art style of Training Daze is a bit...off, and doesn't resemble the rest of Hoenn.

I suspect it's an imitation of how they looked in their earliest scenes, in fact the above screenshot is suspiciously like this one, even if they haven't bothered fixing the colours.

See? They can draw better. They just won't.

My theory is the crew knew retconning the past was playing with fire, so deliberately designed 'em as close as they could to early Kanto, thereby easing fans into accepting it, as if now it's obvious Indigo Jessie and James really went through the prequel, and were originally invented with this past in mind.

Yeah. Not that it makes sense, for if the Kanto style was that important to anyone they'd still be going by its canon backstories come what may, and certainly wouldn't have rolled over blithely accepting the mushed-up faces on 'em recently, but then, who really cares about coherent thinking?

It's so overrated.

And I can't deny it worked. People tie themselves in all sorts of weird knots insisting Training Daze ackshully does fit with canon...if you just shut up and stop noticing.

Once that got through, in their view we'd swallow anything, so why even try making it match?

Who is this supposed to be, man? 'Cause it don't resemble any Jess I remember.

If this picture had gone round labelled as 'Young Nurse Joy' before Sinnoh, no one would've doubted it.

What's wrong with yer bloody eyes, love? They ain't even the right shape!

How can I believe a backstory that happened to someone else?

Now I, being a calm, mild-mannered sort of soul, don't ask for much in life.

But he should die.

Incidentally, years after the fact I skimmed a Cori Falls story where Darren knocked Jessie about, and although I would never once suggest that happened (but it did) I can't say I have a single ounce of sympathy for him.

I mean, if he didn't want that sort of representation, he shouldn't have bloody turned up.

Please understand, I haven't relentlessly insulted him merely from a shipping perspective (die), but also with a fine artistic sensibility.

Firstly, he has No Bloody Eyes, which, logically, constitutes some sort of Shadow Dæmon, but more importantly, and much worse, is the brown hair.

Brown hair.

You're in an anime, and yer got brown hair.

...

YOU COULD HAVE ANY COLOUR IN THE WORLD AND YER PICK BROWN???!!!

Even worse ('cause it's personal now), it ain't even arranged in some ker-razy spiky display as compensation.

Oh no. He's too good for that. Instead Darren's got his barnet all nice and smooth, like a human haircut.

...

See what I'm saying?

He comes swaggering in here, throwing his weight around and upsetting everyone, and hasn't even got the decency to look the part.

Not even an inch of sideburns on this oaf.

I wouldn't mind nearly so much if we were dealing with some ultra-cool world-class titan, the sort of shining star suited to front any other anime, where you could understand Jess taking an interest, but I am not putting up with sticking this bog-standard, penny-pinching tow-rope, with his all-over even wood finish and cow lick, into her past without so much as a by-your-leave, and thereby casting aspersions on her character.

Just consider the insult:

You're telling me Jess has gone from bagging herself James, who's not only young, good-looking, carrying the classic anime style, AND actually matters in the grand scheme with a massive fan following, because he's well-designed and interesting enough to pull a crowd (plus, let's not forget, HE'S FOOKIN' LOADED, MAN!!!) to settling (and come on, it's settling) for eyeless, bland background filler, who wouldn't even pass muster as a one-time guest character?

Yer can piss off!

Indigo Jess had some flamin' standards and wasn't gonna compromise 'em, but Orange Jess apparently has no taste whatsoever, and is just bloody grateful when any old slobbering air thief shows interest.

And I'm not 'avin it!

See that's why she's on the floor. He hit 'er.

All I said about Darren being Jessie's main source of stability also applies in reverse, as she is that to him.

And still he effed off.

Arsehole. Complete arsehole.

What a classy moral-of-the-story routine this was for the romantically-inclined Little T.A.P.

'Used t'be Jessie crossed paths with her everlasting soulmate (James) and stuck it out through thick and thin.

Message: True love is real, kids!

Together forever!

No matter how long!

From now until the end of time!

Now? Oh yeah, she had a thing once, and thought it was the proper stuff, but...meh.

'Cause even after years together you just can't trust 'em not to leave.

Message: Never feel secure!

Not for one second!

You don't know what he's plotting!

Oh, kill the dream, why don't yer?

Let's not aim for something higher anymore, trying to convey the soaring ideals of love, so that, despite their misery and poverty, Jessie and James have a little beauty to cling on to through the darkness.

Nah, mate, kick 'em when they're down!

Thus Darren departs continuity, oversized coat and guide dog in hand, as Orange Jess sinks to her knees, pleading for his return.

Have some bloody self-respect, Jess!

You're so invested in a walking Cuprinol advert you're actually begging him not to go?

You like minimum-effort mediocrity THAT much?

And you're STILL sorry it didn't last?!

Fuxake, woman!

For if I accept it, I think less of her.

There once was a time when our Jess pictured herself as an earthbound goddess served devotedly by adoring slave boys.

Ooooh. Some of them lads have brown hair.

They've all got curtains, perms and mullets, man!

That's the default setting of anime!

Being mere fantasy figures, they don't really exist in this universe, and thus I'm cutting 'em some slack, given this whimsy never buggered up canon.

They know their place.

But watching her debase herself like this, crawling across the scratchy nylon carpet, clutching at the tan polyester seams of Darren's best waterproof ensemble, really got my goat, as that ain't the Jess I loved and idolised.

Old Indigo Jess wouldn't have stood for any of that nonsense, as her lovely little speech in The Ghost of Maiden's Peak makes plain.

Oooh, but she's just trying to save face because of what she did in the past.

A. You're only saying that in hindsight, wanting to believe Pokémon has a solid continuity where both Barren Darren and Austin Powers fit, even when it's impossible.

B. Where's the evidence for this in original canon?

C. There's nothing wrong with learning from others' mistakes instead of going there yourself.

D. Orange Jess evidently doesn't regret it, what with telling us all about sinking so low she's hankered after Spirits From The Nether Realm, and giving it good woe-is-me in the aftermath.

Back in the first series, all the fellas Jessie wanted waiting upon her had James's lean physique, with the majority sporting some variation on his hair colour.

Is it really just a coincidence that since then, none of her supposed beaus look remotely like him?

Each one has either brown or dark grey hair, making 'em as boring as possible:

• Darren

• Aston Villa

• Dr. Shite

• Speccy in the Lucario film.

• Him from Mewtwo Returns, whatever his name is, the sub says Penicillin.

So the art department's going out of its way to tell us:

1. James is NOT Jessie's type.

2. She has really low standards, yet he STILL doesn't meet 'em.

Now Darren doesn't really matter too much, since everyone else who hasn't been nursing a grudge for two decades forgets him.

Even I don't care until he comes up in screen shots.

Osstin however is the real shithouse.

He gets an entire bloody episode nurturing his canon balls.

See here's where the slippery slope knocks yer down:

• Make Team Rocket look Indigo for Training Daze.

Once accepted, don't bother letting Jess resemble herself in Crossing Paths!

• Introduce other men in a minor flashback.

Now the past is broken, have whole episodes pissing on its memory.

And how the quality has sunk in the meantime.

Darren, whilst a massive step down from James, is at least reasonably masculine, and probably as attractive as shape-shifters get.

Osstin meanwhile...

I'm gonna ignore the brown barnet, being a tangle of jagged edges, evidently over-compensating for what lies beneath.

'Cause he is ugly, man.

Jessie's tastes have degraded so badly they've slipped into the perverse, juvenile blood throbbing at the sight of a squeaky, short-arsed four-eyes barely bigger than herself.

Why, God? Why do you curse me?

James was a wealthy effeminate fop, in his day, Darren was a normal, middle-of-the-road incubus, in his day, both of which are a sight load better than whatever this is supposed to be.

You want me to believe Jessie's gone from either of them to a squinting, emasculated and vertically challenged dweeb, fogging up at the mere sniff of Reddit and SY-UNCE, and truly hideous to behold?

She left Darren for him, did she?

Takin' liberties here!

Remember it, tho?

Back when she was taking expensive dance classes in an unspecified region paid for by her indulgent moneybags parents with those familiar best friends of hers?

You know, that pair we keep seeing on the road.

Never not on our screens, are they?

I'm sick of hearing about 'em.

It's always Jessie getting dumped, you notice. Never her kicking the useless sod to the kerb, realizing she can do better.

Nope. Only James is low enough for that.

But do they really expect me to still love and admire Jessie, look up to her even, as I once did, when now I'm told she's so pathetic even nerds don't want her?

Bastards!

Oh, you're sorry this didn't work out, are yer Jess?

You're crying because you didn't marry the gormless incel and birth a dozen bi-focal babies?

Just look at yerself, girl!

Worse, Darren left her when they were reasonably grown-up, about the age she was in the Orange League, meaning if it happened (which it didn't) it had to be not long before Kanto began, so I might understand her still being upset over a man she'd known since childhood, supposing I did believe it.

BUT Osstin buggered off when she was at best, about bloody eleven, and so they had no romance in the first place, yet she's still moaning about The Geck That Got Away well into Sinnoh, meaning she regrets losing him more than Darren!

You're rapidly going down in my estimation, Jess!

Of course, the irony is James morphing into said revolting breed of 'male' in the later eras, so by rights Jessie ought to be on him like a pigeon on Monster Munch.

I marvel at anyone who kept their Rocketshipping hopes up this long, given just how many warning signals the writers put out over the years.

Nothing blatant, obviously. They're not stupid.

Even the quote above quietly kills off any hint of Jessie and James's then-relationship, and as usual with retcons, once said, you're expected to apply them to the past and pretend it was always this way.

No one loves Jess, kids!

And certainly not James!

All that Indigo evidence was just in your head!

There's never a positive reflection of her being glad she met James and Meowth, that these various conflicting pasts led to them, and so it all worked out in the end.

Every time she bemoans a 'lost love', it's a tacit admission she wishes she was anywhere but here, and with anyone but them.

Anyone but James, in truth.

Oh, that's cheered me right up.

How miserable she looks.

If nothing else proves Holy Matrimony! is out of continuity (barring bits of it, when useful), it's that her Orange League whining come after this scene.

And this one.

And this one...

...When she is plainly in a relationship with him.

Jessie's first action after staring into James's eyes for an unnecessarily long period of time is to move closer and wrap her arms about his neck, for one of those entirely platonic embraces, no doubt, both so captivated by the moment they've forgotten Meowth exists.

But it never happened, did it?

They've always been Just Friends, haven't they?

See when I rule the world (it won't be long now), and people ask why I did all them war crimes, I'm gonna point 'em to THIS for setting me off.

The End

[Part One] [Part Three]

[Part Three 2.0] [Part Four]

[littlealeta]

Elemental is NOT that bad Review + Carl's Date

Story

No, this is not a racism story nor a Zootopia/Inside Out rip off. This is a coming of age immigration story about the romance between two unlikely elements. Now yes, the immigration story does include the parent-child conflict story, but it actually does something interesting and compelling with it. Instead of the child just wanting to follow their own dreams, it's the child realizing that something that they wanted to do might not be right for them and instead of the child actively rebelling against the parent, it's the child sacrificing their happiness for their parents, both things are something we rarely see in coming of age stories. The forbidden love aspect also does some interesting things, instead of a typical Romeo and Juliet story about society antagonizing the couple for societal reasons, it's about society antagonizing the couple because of how harmful they could be for each other. The clash between fire and water provides for both funny and serious moments.

Unfortunately, the story falls short during the third act.

SPOILERS AHEAD

Yes, the film had that "I like the word moist, okay" scene, except the roles are reversed and it was about the character wanting to follow the dreams of their parents rather than for themselves. Yes, it was not good. The breakup happened way too fast because of that one big blowout between them and instead of patching things up or trying to understand Ember, Wade just crashes her party telling her that she doesn't have to follow her dreams. Excuse me, Wade, did you forget that Ember doesn't want to work at the shop because she can't keep her temper in check, which she's been getting better at doing? You're a water type, you should understand this. Yeah, Wade wasn't a very good character in my opinion.

The film also pulls the Disney Death trope so yeah, no Pixar emotional impact there. And the resolution for the conflict the film had with both the forbidden romance story and to a lesser extent, the parental conflict story were pretty forced. Like for no reason, Ember and Wade can finally touch each other. The parental conflict story also ended shallowly in my opinion. Like the parents tell Ember that they their goal wasn't to force her to work in the shop? But wasn't that what they were doing all this time? I felt like there should've been a deeper moment between those two. And instead of focusing on all this forced melodrama, maybe focus more on how Ember is going to resolve the conflict with working in the shop and what she really wants to do and focus on how Ember and Wade are going to co-exist peacefully despite their elemental clashes.

Characters

This is where the film falls a little bit short for me. Like I said, Ember and her parents have a good coming of age-forbidden love story. But Wade, I just didn't care for. He just seemed like an impulsive, selfish dumbass, which, I get it, he's a water type, but outside of his romance with Ember, he really didn't have anything interesting to do. Except for the Crying Game scene, that's a neat concept and some of the funny scenes like eating hot rocks. But the first scene literally had him fighting with Ember because he, for some reason, wanted to nitpick her workplace. He also has a very small element (no pun intended) where he has a dead father for some reason that he never patched things up with, I don't feel like it was necessary to the story, but it's a small moment, so whatever. Like I said in the story section, they could've done better with him. Clod and his interactions with Ember are, yes, as obnoxious as the trailers made. Good things he's only in two scenes. The pink thundercloud, I forgot her name, another minor character, she was a bit of a jerkass, that's all I got to say. And there's another character who functions like the sloths in Zootopia, also nothing special. I would've liked to see a bit more worldbuilding with the other elements, like how do the Air and Earth elements act? They have a lot of neat details with them in the worldbuilding. Maybe we could get shorts about them.

Animation

As usual with Pixar, the world is pretty. The gags are funny. The character designs... eh... maybe not the most appealing as we saw from the trailers, but they're not awful like people make them out to be. I think they fit the characters well. That's all I got to say. Remember, I focus more on writing than I do the technical stuff, unless I notice something remarkable about them. I'm not a sound or art kind of gal.

Overall

Elemental gets 6.9 bells out of 10.

I'd recommend this film. It's more creative than the trailers made it out to be, it's not a racism story, and it's hardly anything like Zootopia or Inside Out. But don't go in expecting a groundbreaking story or peak Pixar. Think of it like a decent Dreamworks film, creative and cute, but predictable in some places. It's definitely better than most of Pixar's output in the 2010s.

As for Carl's Date... Uh... it's stupid. Probably the worst Pixar short or theatrical short I've ever seen. I haven't seen Up in forever, but the characters feel off to me, like they act more silly and childish than I remember. They even use a couple potty jokes in there, like what the heck, Pixar? It does have some funny things in there with Dug and Carl pretending to date and Dug offering tips from a dog's perspective, but other than that and the emotional moment at the end, there's nothing memorable about the short. It was so bad that I even forgot to review it, lol. So yeah, 4.1 bells out of 10

Shame 'cuz the premise looked cute.

[bergeronprocess]

I'm finishing up Kira Kira Pretty Cure A La Mode, so these are gonna be some thoughts of mine as the series comes to an end. I'm on mobile so I can't spoiler cut, so I'll just do some spacing dots.

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Wow I was not expecting it to suddenly turn into a "The Giver" style dystopia in episode 47. Kinda dark for a show aimed at very little kids lol to show jackbooted emotions police rounding people up in the streets and beating the hell out of a magical fairy dog/little girl.

Speaking of, she should've just been Cure Donut not Cure Pekorin imo lol. Cute costume, it made me think of Sailor Chibi Chibi Moon. And of course Julio should've been promoted to Cure Waffle, which was apparently possibly in the cards based on some production artwork but just didn't happen. It would've been so cool for the "You're just using Lumiere's borrowed power, you're not a real Cure" line to get retorted with "You're wrong! This is real!" and then the waffles he baked for Ciel turn into his Animal Sweet and he transforms. Ah well, at least we have a full-fledged male Cure now!

Also, this is the poem Akira was writing in her focus episode because of course I paused it to Google the text

(She's writing it in contemporary English, not the more archaic English the poem was originally written in, which is I think better for a second language learner)

Which is a very interesting poem about selfless and selfish love, the themes she wrestles with all season. Shouts to whoever on staff is a big poetry fan and put that in.

Also I bet Ichika isn't gonna remember her 14th birthday very fondly in the future lol. Even though not everyone remembers what happened, she and her fellow main cast members do! Hey remember the time you turned 14 and then a madman removed all emotion from the world before eventually swallowing it up and then we had to completely recreate it with our magic? 🤣 does that act technically make the Precures creation gods? I know it's pretty easy to liken magical girls to Messianic figures (Sailor Moon made this extremely obvious with the Holy Grail stuff), after all.

Everyone remembering their emotions and then chanting Precure reminded me of the Doctor Who episode "The Last of the Time Lords" when a similar event is what makes the world all better again. And in the end it is literally the entire world lending their aid to... again, recreate the Earth hahaha

I think it was a lovely ending too. It really wrapped everyone's stories up nicely - and I feel like the little kids Grown Ichika gives sweets to at the end are the reincarnated Lumiere and Noir, which makes that even sweeter. Himari is of course baby, precious cinnamon bun, must be protected at all costs. Aoi rocks. Yukari is the elegant goddess and Akira is DEFINITELY gonna cure the condition Miku has. Ciel and Julio are revolutionizing the world of sweets. Aww, what a great show. I had tons of fun watching it.

And now... on to Star Twinkle! I'm not super interested in Hugtto but I just love the whole vibe of Star Twinkle, which is why I'm skipping ahead a bit lol.

[1pimp-daddy1]

Chapter 3

The banging stops,I walk over to the door and open it to see her smiling with closed eyes. I than looked down to see Seo-jin,andYe-jin.I fake a smile and greet them.

"Hey! Am you guys are getting so big and cute"I say with a forced smile.

"Well anyways come in"I say while I push them in house.

Two hours later

"Bye"I say

"Bye love you see you soon"Mi-Jo says while she holds Seo-Jen,and ye-jin.She walks away,and I give them one more little wave goodbye.I close the door and begin to cry while I slide down the door to the ground.

"Why did she have to bring the kids,she is trying to get under my skin"

She's trying and it's working.I don't hate her kids,and it's not like I can't have kids myself but it's just that she had to have sex with and take him away from me.I then wipe the salty tears oof my face

"Why did she have to come here"

The tears won't stop then I think back to that day I lost all happiness.

Three months ago

I walk into my apartment building lobby

"I'm so tired"

I then began to think back to what Kang-ho said to me this morning

"We are going to have a romantic dinner,just me and you"He says while hugging me from the behind.

"Ok we better and don't forget

I got back to me Scenes when i heard the elevator ding.I begin to walk inside the elevator while just smiling to have a great boyfriend.The elevator dings again for me to get off.I get to my door and pull my keys out of my coat pocket,I unlock the door but when I walk inside i see women heels.

"I don't own a pair of those"I say to myself,I start to just brush it off thinking he bought them for me.

Red flag counter:1

he shoes should be in a box if he just bought them for you.

I began to put all my stuff up,I start to walk further into the house.

"Empty wine bottles,and clod food"

"Was he waiting that long for me"

When I took a closer look at the cups I see lipstick stains on the glass

Red flag counter:2

You was not at the house to make those stains on the glass

I began to become paranoid,I always had trust issues when it came to relationships.But Kang-ho mad me feel more safe.I start to walk towards the bed room,I hear groaning,and I se clothing everywhere.I feel my face start to feel wet,my vision start to become blurry,the noises become louder as I make my way towards the bedroom.

"Kang-ho"I say to even above a whisper,to scared to know what the outcome became,would he rush out the room and tell to let him explain himself,or would he jump from behind the do and say this is all a prank.

"Kang-Ho..Kang-ho...kang-ho...stop this is not funny" I say trying to steady my breathing.

I make it to the door,the door has been cracked open a little,the dim lights illuminating from the little space it had.I began to build the courage to open the door.

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I swing the door open then I see what I never wanted to see in a million years.

He was...

Word count:594

(Did y'all like the little cliffhanger)

(Tell me if I should change/add anything)

(Hope y'all like this story so far)

[cooldeltaworld-blog]

"But... Does that mean Saint Edgie wasn't assessing Clod's goals wrt Rhea in their Zahrofl support??" I had a stroke trying to read that so I'm just going to ignore it.

"So she was really just trying to remove big meanie Rhea from power (what power exactly, who knows) [...]"

Military power (Knight of Seiros, holding the big moutain in the middle of continent), political power (Enough to execute prisonner without trials, scapegoating people for crime they didn't commit (Christophe)), religious power (We call that having the monopoly on religion in Fodlan), educational power (They run one of the only school that exist in Fodlan which also receive a lot of heir of big noble family and sometime commoner), money power (HAVE YOU SEEN GAREG MACH? THE PLACE IS PRISTINE AS FUCK. Really pretty architecture. Walls&ceiling quite high too. Really pretty place. Should go to Rome to see the Dome one day. Or Venice. Or that other third italian city with domes) "[...] chase the few remaining nabateans out of Fodlan, what a kind soul."

So we have 5 known Nabattean. Rhea, Flayn, Seteth, Indech and Macuil. Indech and Macuil are probably chilling in their place if you don't do their paralogue. The rest of them refuse to surrender. In war. Where people die. Whoops. Although most of them could have just surrendered and chilled out at the Monastary, pretty sure Edelgard would have allowed that. I mean, who else is going to give Count Varley a beating? Sound like a nice vacation. "What a shame she had to use her own axe to try to murder punish Rhea, but at least she didn't have to deal the final blow so there's no blood on her hands [...]" Your point? I don't know how to read sorry.

"(What's that? What about Faerghus? They deserved it, they shouldn't have existed in the first place)"

I mean, considering how much the church love to disregard the sovereignty of everyone involved in Fodlan when it arrange them and considering the mess that is the Kingdom on a regular basis (Who would have thought that basing your ruling class using a trait that a few select possess was a bad idea)

"And, hey, even if she did, we have this Adrestian saying: Murder's a natural cause"

Especially when it involve Count Varley. God I hate that guy.

It seems Rhea and Thales have both breached the monastery. And for the sake of Fódlan's future, we will make it their tomb!

Introducing the Hresvelg Mortician service !

Making Garreg Mach Rhea'n'Thales' tombs isn't her expressing the desire to kill them both, but she instead worries about preparing adequate funeral rites for them like finding their burial place and all this administrative stuff when the two of them will, obviously, die of natural causes !

And it ultimately happened, when they died in a Shonen explosion she had no part in !

[kitsunegender]

red is a giant dork, pass it on!

[renee-writer]

Loved Her First Chapter 45

AO3

 is in that Sacred time right before dawn. He holds his babies on his bend knees as Claire sleeps beside him. They are feed and their clods changed but still awake. He has no problem spending some time with them.

 

Their eyes, hers blue and his brown, meet his.  “Your papa, eh. That means you can come to me for anything. I will always listen.”

 

They listen intently. Claire said it was a sign of intelligence. He has no doubt.

 

“I wasn’t there as I wanted to be for your sisters. It is a story you will slowly  learn  get as you get older. Know this Caelan and Ainslie, it won’t be that way for us. I will be here, God willing, for everything with you. From your first tooth to first child, your papa is going nowhere. Neither are you. We will all be here at Lallybroch as long as the Good Lord, Himself allows us to stay here.”

 

They blink slowly at him. He smiles down, swaying them back and forth.

 

“Aye. One day, like your big sisters, but not as soon,” this he addresses to his baby daughter, “you will find your ana cara, your soul mate. Aye, the person your mama is to me,” a deep sigh. They are a mere day old yet he still is troubled by how fast it will all go, “then you will leave us to start your own families. I know you will be ready long before we are.” A smile, “That is alright. It is the way it is meant to be. Until then, learn to be as strong and fearless as your mama, as fierce and stubborn as Brianna, as wise and given as Faith, and as loyal and as loving as your papa here.”

 

They start to move around, their wee fists finding mouths. He lifts them up, kissing them before waking Claire.

[rogerswifesblog]

so i got this thought in my mind !!!

YN is an avanger (or was an avenger) and got lost in a mission gone wrong and sh goes missing for months and she thinks that the others never tried to find her (especially Steve cause she thought they had something special going on)

when she is rescued after so long she’s incredibly miserable and steve tries to comfort her and eventually confess his feelings and yeah, they do the dirtyyy but it’s like very sweet and soft and deep

mix of smut and angst and fluff ? idk just this idea

Hi! Thank you for the request <3 I really hope you’ll like it! Please let me know:)

Btw I’ve never written any angst so I’m not sure if that’s what you were hoping for <3

Never stopped looking

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: [ everything is in the ask!:) ↑ ]

After being captured by HYDRA the avengers tried to find you for months, but didn't succeed. Weeks later a shield-team finds you and brings you back.

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Steve Rogers x Avenger!reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: injuries, kidnapping, experimenting, torture, blood, grief, major character death (that's what everyone thinks lol), pain, there's a lot of crying, smut, p in v, unprotected sex [ don't be silly wrap your Willy ]

Keep in mind English is not my first language!

18+

You had no idea how long you've been trapped under the remnants of the old HYDRA base, but you were pretty sure it's been a few hours. Maybe longer. You've lost consciousness when the building collapsed and trapped you.

A big part of the wall hit your legs-you couldn't tell if they were broken, but you couldn't move them. Everything was to heavy.

To that you could also tell you were bleeding from your thigh, which made everything worse-and staying conscious became harder with every coming minutes.

Then you heard it.

Someone was coming.

But it wasn't any of your teammates.

"Natasha-what-how did this happen?", Steve coughed, speaking into his ear piece. He stood up, looking at the collapsed building behind him.

"It was probably a trap-but we all got out in time, right? Tony, Clint and the twins are in the jet-Bruce never left it. Thor is also coming in", Natashas sounded slightly out of breath, but fine.

Steve slowly pulled his eyebrows together. But... Natasha didn't mention anything about you. You were with them on this mission-you were supposed to download old files.

Oh god.

"Nat, she's still in there-I have to find her- I need to-" "Steve...you can't do that. It's to dangerous-everything is collapsed-it still collapsing", he could hear Natasha saying, softer than before. There was pain in her voice.

Steve slowly shook his head. "We can't-I can't leave her", he mumbled. He had never told you what he felt. You've never been on a date together-you have no idea Steve loves you. Or...you had no idea.

Were you trapped somewhere? Were you alive? Were you in pain?

A sob escaped his throat. Steve tried to go back into the building, but a hand on his shoulder stopped him. "Captain, we need to go", said Thor. Steve had no idea what to do. His rational thinking told him to go to the jet and search for you after it's really save for his team-but some other part told him to run back into this building, looking for you till he found you. It didn't matter how long it would take.

And yet he found himself within a few minutes in the jet, with Natasha treating his bleeding arm.

"I need to go back there...I need to find her", he mumbled.

Slowly you opened your eyes. You had no idea where you were-everything was dark...and cold. The clod was so cold. As you slowly sat up you realised three things.

First, you weren't trapped anymore.

Second, all your injuries seemed to be treated.

Third...you were chained and in a cell. 

Instantly you tried to pull on the chains, testing how strong these were. You had no chance to get out of them. You were trapped.

And you didn't even know who had captured you.

A quite sob escaped your throat, while you slowly pulled your knees to your chest, hugging yourself. It was cold...your clothes were torn and dirty with...you had no idea what. Probably blood and mud.

The sound of heavy boots made you look up. A man entered your cell grabbing your arm. "Sleeping beauty's finally awake", he grinned grabbing your cuffed wrists and pulling you roughly behind him. Stumbling you followed him. There was no other thing you could do.

"Come on, Stark! It's been  four days and you have-what?! Nothing?! Shouldn't Jarvis be able to find something? Some-some I don't know, thermal imaging to detect the body heat??", spoke Steve restlessly. Tony let a drone fly over the remnants of the old hydra base. Again.

A quite sigh escaped his lips. He hated being the one telling Steve, you couldn't be found. Not anymore. At least not alive. Tony always liked you.

You were a great addition to the team, a cheerful person. Every time you entered the room everyone seemed to be in better mood.

Especially Steve.

The whole team noticed his attraction towards you. He was pretty obvious, actually. And you were pretty oblivious. Steve tried to sit next to you while watching movies, always brought you your favourite snacks...and you two even cuddled.

"Steve, I'm sorry...I don't think-"

"No-don't even-don't even think like that", Steve interrupted him sternly, hitting the table with enough force to leave a dent.

Angry Steve stormed out of the lab. He would stop searching. You were out there. Somewhere.

You had to be...

A sharp pain in your arm woke you up. With blurry vision you tried to see what was happening. You were on a table-at least it felt like a table-and you were strapped, without any way of moving.

Slowly you looked to the side. You needed to know what was causing you this much pain.

A needle was in you arm, draining your blood.

You felt another pinch in your other arm.

It was an IV with...some kind of fluids.

From one moment to the next everything started hurting. You felt like you were burning from the inside, like-

Steve hit the punching bag hard enough for it to rip in half. "That's the sixth in two days, Steve", said Natasha, entering the gym. Steve didn't say anything. He hang another one up, and started hitting it.

Twelve days. He was starting losing hope he's find you alive.

Screaming you hit your head against the table, trying to- you had no idea what you wanted to achieve. Losing consciousness, maybe? You wanted the pain to stop.

At this point you've lost track of time. Every day was the same. You'd wake up in your cell, chained. A guard would bring you some food-which was not a lot and also tasted awful-and he'd bring you down into the lab. You had no idea who these people were-crazy scientists? Maybe. Insane doctors? Felt like the same.

Every day you hoped someone would storm through the metal door-a giant frisbee, how you always liked to call Steve's shield, would hit the doctor who was cutting into your arm right now.

You didn't even know why they were doing it-they didn't do anything else. Was it just for fun? Did they enjoy seeing you bleed?

They always injected you with stuff, which made the deep cuts bleed less or even heal-but it wasn't permanent. They had to do it every day, after every...session, or whatever all of this was. It was painful.

Why was nobody coming for you?

Steve did something he hadn't done in a long, long time.

He prayed.

With everything that happened in his life, he didn't really believe in god anymore, especially not like he had done it before he became captain America.

But at this point he didn't know what else to do. He tried to find you in the remains. He failed.

Twenty six days. He hoped to find your body at least.

"Please...please no, stop...", you mumbled as the guard dragged you to the lab again. "I c-can't ...please..." It was like a nightmare. That kind of nightmare where you couldn't wake up. Yet this wasn't a dream. This was real. They wouldn't come for you. Just like that, they left you to die-your friends, your family...it was all a lie. They never cared about you. If they did, they'd have found you long ago.

Maybe they didn't even try?

But why wouldn't they...why wouldn't Steve...why didn't they care?

You thought they were your family. You thought Steve...

Even though you've been tortured for the past few...weeks? You've never felt a pain like this. It felt like your heart was ripped out of your chest. Ripped into pieces.

Steve walked through the ruins of the old building. Nothing. He found nothing.

You were unconscious more often than you were actually conscious. The pain was too much for you, it didn't matter if they gave you some sedatives or sometimes even morphine if they were generous-it didn't happen often-and yet you always felt the pain. Especially the IVs. It always made you feel like you were burning alive. It wasn't fair. The pain, the experiments, the torture...

Why you? Why?

Steve couldn't stop himself from entering your room. It was the same as you left it-your bed was made, but still slightly messy-the blanket was wrong and also a stuffed animal was half hidden under the pillow.

He sat down and grabbed the stuff animal, pressing it close to his chest.

He couldn't control his endless tears and sobs.

Two months.

You were gone.

The doctors became more sloppy, you've noticed. They didn't strapped you to the table anymore. The guards also didn't stayed in the lab.

This was your chance.

You'd do it.

You'd escape, no matter how much more pain and tears it would cost you.

Natasha knocked on Steve's door. No answer.

She did it again.

And again.

And-

"What??", Steve yanked the door open, looking down at her. She knew, he was in pain. She knew, he loved you. She knew, he...he felt empty.

"We thought about watching a movie together, cheer up a bit...eat something together, Wanda wanted to make-", Steve slammed the door close. "The only thing I wanna do is find her body to at least have a god damn funeral!", he shouted walking away from the door. Natasha could hear him sob after the last words.

Slowly you walked through the long corridor. You had no idea where you were. No one was there either. It's like everyone was gone-or busy with something more important.

Walking around the corner you found the reason why all Hydra agents were gone.

Coulson's team.

You couldn't stop yourself from crying out, stumbling right into Phil's arms. Finally. Someone had bees searching for you.

"We found you", was the last think you heard before passing out.

As soon as the jet landet you've been treated with medical care. Shield's and Starks best doctors took care of you, giving you fluids, stitching you up and cleaning you. All this time you didn't wake up. You were to weak, that's why the doctors gave you some more fluids, all for strengthening.

You were dehydrated and pumped full with...they didn't even know what exactly what. Some kind of drugs.

Fury let them to transfer you to the compound, where other doctors would be watching over you.

>Mr Stark, I'd like to inform you an ambulance drove onto the compound area. They bringing a new patient< Tony slowly looked up from his suit. He didn't know anything about a patient. "What do you mean? No one was on a mission since...last time."

A hologram of the ambulance appeared, showing how they were bringing you into the build. Still unconscious.

Tony blinked a few times, slowly putting one hand over his mouth. "That's...how...we've been looking for so long..", he mumbled, leaving his suit behind and storming out of the lab. "Jarvis, inform everyone."

„What do you mean she's here? How is that even possible?", Steve rushed to your hospital room, with Natasha right behind him. At this point he hadn't expected to find your body anymore-and now you were here? In the compound? Apparently alive and stable. "I don't know, Steve. Coulson found her in a underground Hydra base."

Steve slowed down, looking back at Natasha. In a hydra base...

Steve felt his stomach drop. It meant he could've saved you before hydra captured you. It was all his fault. He should've looked for you sooner.

Entering your room his gaze immediately fell on the IVs in your arms and the monitors beeping. Then he slowly let his gaze linger on your bruised arms. He could see new reddish scars, you haven't had before. What happened to you? What had they done? Steve sat down in the chair next to you, grabbing your hand gently. He could stop the sob that escaped his lips.

Meanwhile Natasha and Bruce talked to the doctors outside.

After four days Steve still hasn't left your side. He couldn't leave you. He felt guilty.

"Steve, you should sleep in a real bed and not in this chair", Natasha said, entering the room. She put a tray with food on the nightstand next to your bed. Without anyone bringing Steve food he'd probably completely forget about eating at all. He looked up for a moment, but laid his head back on your legs, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb. "I know but...I don't want to go. I can't leave her", Steve mumbled, letting out a quite sigh. "She'll wake up soon...I can't go."

Natasha gently put her hand on his shoulder. "You know what the doctors said. It can take weeks or maybe she won't-" "don't even think about finishing this sentence", Steve snapped and shook her hand from his shoulder.

For a few minutes she tried to convince him to go to sleep-but Steve didn't budge. He wanted to stay.

"Fine, then don't. But if-"

„Natasha wait-she's-she squeezed my  hand. She's waking up", Steve interrupted her, lifting his head and watching you slowly open your eyes.

Your head fell to the side, while you opened your eyes. The first thing you saw-

Brightness.

It definitely wasn't the hydra cell. Also not their lab...the beeping told you it must've been a medical room.

Then you realised someone was holding your hand.

Suddenly Steve and Natasha were all over you. You felt someone's hand on your cheek and then forehead, a gentle touch. Something in you craved these kind of touches. The softness, gentleness...

Yet you moved away.

"Y/N, hi, how are you?", you heard Steve's voice, while Natasha called for a doctor to check you.

Slowly you shook your head. Your mouth felt dry-so incredible dry. When you tried to say something, only a quite cough escaped your lips.

Immediately you felt a cup against your lips, which only made you shook your head more. With the strength you had you snatched your hand out of Steve's grip and pushed the cup away from you.

Since Steve didn't expect such a reaction, he dropped the cup, spilling the water over you. "Oh god, I'm sorry, I'll get a-" "Go", you groaned barely audible, clearing your throat. "Away-Go away", you said a bit louder this time, pushing Steve away when he tried to get you a tissue.

"What? Why? Is everything-" "Steve, go! Leave me alone", you snapped. Steve slowly backed away, seemly confused. He didn't know why you reacted like that. It was just...not right? He thought you'd be happy to see him.

Natasha entered the room with Bruce, which made you noticeably anxious. "Go! I said go!", Natasha and Bruce were visibly confused, asking Steve what was happening. The doctor came to you, giving you  fluids in order to calm you down.

They worked immediately. You felt yourself drift back to sleep. "Just...leave me...like you already did once...", you whispered. If Steve's hearing wasn't enhanced he would have missed it.

The next few days, even weeks, seemed to be a blur. It took the doctors a while till they finally got you back on your feet. You were still weak and wouldn't be able to train or go on any missions for a long, long time-but at least you could go to your own room.

Every time someone tried to talk to you, you avoided every conversation. At first you ignored everyone completely-after a few days, you started talking with Natasha, Clint and the twins, also Bruce and Tony sometimes. But not Steve. You couldn't look at him.

Not after what you thought was between you. Months before you were captured you thought Steve liked you. And yet...you didn't think like that anymore.

While you were watching a movie In your room, someone knocked at your door. You stayed quiet. It's not like you wanted to talk with anyone really.

Even if you talked with the others sometimes, it didn't mean you really wanted to.

You didn't want to see any of the people that had left yo-

The door opened and Steve entered the room. "Hi, I wanted-" "no. I don't want to hear any pathetic excuses. Just leave me-"

Steve sat down next to you on the couch and grabbed both of your hands. You stopped talking immediately. How dare he come into your room, when you clearly didn't want him there.

"Hear me out-please", he nearly begged you. You could even see tears in his eyes...and you couldn't be really angry at him. You loved Steve for a while now. That's also why it hurt so badly, that he didn't found you.

Steve gently squeezed your hands. He was nervous-really nervous, since he wanted to tell you everything. How long he'd been looking for you and...how he felt.

"I'm sorry you've been there for so long. I-we, tried to find you. We really did...I did. I couldn't stop thinking about you-about where you were and what was happening to you", his thumb stroked over a scar from one of Hydras IVs. "I don't even know what to say. I'm sorry...I really am", he mumbled, slowly looking back at you. There were tears storming down his cheeks.

You couldn't stop yourself from gently putting your arms around his shoulders. Your own tears fell.

Have they really been looking for you?

It was hard to believe, but you didn't want to be angry anymore. You missed everyone-especially steve. You missed the cuddles, eating together, just...being friends. Even if you'd love to be more.

For a while you two just sat there in silence, cuddling. It felt good to be this close again. After so many weeks...months.

Slowly Steve lifted his head, looking at you with a small smile, while he placed one of his hands on your cheeks. "I missed you so much", Steve sobbed, completely breaking down and hugging you tightly against his chest.

For a moment you felt pain in your ribs and arms from the right hug, but didn't say anything. Instead you put your arms around him and buried your face in his chest. You could feel your heartbeat speed up.

You missed this feeling.

The butterflies in your chest, the tingling in your body...

You missed the influence Steve had on you.

For a moment Steve looked into your eyes. You could tell his gaze fell to your lips and quickly back deep into your eyes. It made something in your warm.

"I was scared I would never see you again and that...that I could never tell you how much I love you", only after it was said, Steve realised what exactly he said.

Oh god.

He could feel himself blushing.

Slowly he let go of your hands, wanting to go away. You probably hated him for doing this. Dumping his feelings on you in such a horrible way. Maybe you'd think he said it out of pity? This would be even worse. Or you th-

Soft lips stopped his thinking.

Your lips.

You kissed him!

It took Steve a few seconds before he really kissed you back, closing his eyes...loosing himself in the feeling of your lips. You put your arms gently around his neck, pulling him in closer.  Steve put his arms around you, deepening the kiss.

You two kissed for a moment, before slowly pulling away. Only then did Steve realise you were crying. But it seemed like these were happy tears. A big smile captured your lips. He hadn't seen you this happy since you were back.

"Ich love you too-god, Steve, for so long. I was thinking about it all the time-when they-I just wanted for you to find me so bad", you sobbed, kissing Steve again. This time more fiercely, gripping his shirt like it was the last thing holding you above water-yet you wanted to drown in him.

The kiss became much more passionate within the next seconds. Slowly you pushed Steve onto the couch-but he stopped you.

"I don't want for it to happen like that...just some quickie on the couch...I don't want you to regret it later. We should wait-", Steve mumbled against your lips. "Steve, I waited long enough. I just...I just need you", you cried. Steve looked deep into your eyes, nodding slowly.

The corners of your lips twitched. You grabbed Steve's hand and slowly stood up, guiding him to your bed.

You felt nervous. Like it was your first time. It wasn't, but it felt different. Special. Slowly you laid down on your bed, taking Steve with you. He caged you with his body-but it felt good, having his weight over you. You felt...safe. He made you feel safe.

It was nice to feel safe again.

Steve left gentle kisses on your cheek, jaw and neck, while slowly pulling your shirt up-you did the same with his. Both pieces landed of the floor-but as soon as he lifted his head you felt insecure. Would he think you're attractive? Especially with the few new scars? You wanted to cover yourself with your hands, but Steve grabbed them gently and placed next to your head, interwinding them.

"You're beautiful, don't ever think otherwise", Steve's soft spoken words made you blush. It was nice to get a compliment from the person you loved most. Nodding, you slowly pulled him once again in a kiss. Passionate, yet gentle. Your cold hands roamed over his chest. A surprised gasp escaped his lips, which made you both chuckle. "Sorry", you whispered softly.

Steve shook his head and grabbed your hand, placing it back against his chest-where you could feel his heart beating against your palm. "It's nice. Don't stop touching me", Steve kissed your forehead, before kissing his way down to your bra clothed breasts.

One of his hands found the clasp, opening it after a few seconds. Steve grinned slightly, as he slowly threw your bra to the floor. Soft kisses on your skin made you moan quietly.

He couldn't stop himself from sucking on your nipples gently, while his free hand caressed your other breast.

You could feel your breath quicken, your body tingle and...everything felt so warm. It's like you were burning.

But in a good way.

A smile spread over your lips. Steve rubbed his hand over your clothed core, making you moan. He could already feel you getting wet. His palm grind over your sensitive bud. Your walls clenched around nothing.

You grasped Steve hair, slowly guiding him back up.

He was smiling at you-and you couldn't stop the smile you already had from getting bigger, happier. "Steve, I just....I love you", you whispered against his lips. You felt alive, like never before. Especially not in the last few months. "I love you, too", Steve pressed his lips to yours, letting his hands roam over your waist.

His soft and gentle touches made you moan against his lips. You couldn't wait any longer. "Steve, please...I want to feel you", he looked deeply into your eyes, before slowly nodding. His hands found the waistband of your sweatpants, sliding them down. He took your panties with them and throw both items to the floor. His own last pieces of clothing followed behind.

You couldn't stop yourself from looking-of course you're curious, who wouldn't be?

The surprised gasp you let out, made Steve look at you worryingly. "Do you want to stop? We can stop if you-", his own moan interrupted him, when you grabbed his dick, stroking it a few times. His tip was already leaking with pre-cum, dripping down at your heat. "Steve, I don't want to stop", you whispered, pulling him in a fierce kiss.

You wrapped your legs around him, making him move closer to you-his tip brushed along your folds, bumping your clit. Steve positioned his tip at your dripping hole, slowly pushing in. He felt so firm and thick, stretching you out so good. Quietly you cried out in pleasure, scratching Steve's back.

"You feel so good, sweetheart...fuck-so, so good", Steve groaned against your neck, thrusting forward, till he was completely seated into you.

He waited for you to adjust to his size, even if feeling your walls throbbing around him, was killing him. You felt perfect around him. Like you were made for him.

And you felt the same about him.

He was filling you so good. Stretching your tight hole. The slight burn only added to the pleasure. When he started moving, you felt him graze over every sensitive part of you-being honest you haven't even known you could be this sensitive. Never before had someone filled you like Steve. "You feel so big", you whimpered into his ear, digging your nails into his skin. Steve gasped against your lips, kissing you again.

The kisses became more tongue and teeth, than before. You gasped into each other mouths. Everything in you started to tremble. Your body erupted in goosebumps, while your muscles tensed. The knot in your abdomen started building up. You could feel your orgasm approach.

When Steve started thrusting quicker into you, you couldn't keep yourself from moaning into his ear. He stroked along your sensitive spot with every thrust-you knew you wouldn't last long. Especially not when he put his hand between your body's, gently rubbing your clit.

"Steve-I'm gonna-", you quietly moaned into his ear, getting interrupted by another gasp. He felt you clench around him, which return made him thrust slightly harder into you. The extra pressure on your g-spot and clit made you come undone, crying out in pleasure.

Steve felt your juices soak his dick and thighs, making him moan into your mouth. Feeling your walls squeezing and throbbing around him, was enough for him. "Fuck I'm gonna-" "fill me-fill my pussy, Steve, make me yours", you whimpered against his lips.

Your words made him only thrust harder into you. He was still hitting all your spots with every thrust-he was also still rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves. You felt yourself getting close again. Steve thrusted one more time deep into your Pussy, filling you with his cum. You felt his cock pulsing and filling you with his seed. Suddenly another g-spot orgasm sweeps violently over you, making you whine.

Laying gently down on you Steve put more of his weight on you, which made you smile. You liked having him like that. Like a warm, weighted blanked. You felt safe.

"I love you", Steve mumbled into your ear, slowly turning around with you, so you both were on the side. You cupped his face in your hands, giving him a gentle kiss.

"I love you, too, Steve."

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[strangebiology]

Get some hiking boots for the love of god

Yess thank you for this opportunity to tell my researched thoughts on hiking boots

TLDR: There is NO good scientific consensus regarding whether high-top boots or ankle support are more or less ideal for minimizing injuries in any physical activity overall. (Except as a recovery if you're already injured)

I was specifically looking into this as a roller skater because 1) I find the lack of range of motion in high-top roller skates annoying, and they rub my ankles, and 2) one time I did get injured in a way I suspected could be attributed to the fact that I could not naturally move my ankle in the stiff skate, so the tension just shot up into my quad. But then I'll never be sure. (I'm fine now, but I couldn't stand for an hour and could barely walk a block for a week.)

I did not find any research specifically on the safety of high and low-top roller skates or hiking boots. I did find some research and opinions on various types of ankle support:

This article for athletes suggests that ankle support can be useful for recovery but not for injury prevention because your body builds up muscles over time; with support, your ankle muscles don't have an opportunity to build up, and then when you take them off you'll risk injuring them because the rest of your muscles are used to more activity. You might have heard that bras weaken breast tissue and make boobs saggier? Same idea. Because you need to let your muscles be free to work or they'll deteriorate.

This hiking writer says that boots tire your legs and make your footwork clumsier, making slip-ups easier. That's my personal experience too. If ankle support is so great, why don't we walk around in ski boots? Why not support our knees and elbows too with casts? Because it makes everything harder and more dangerous IMO.

In this article from Inside Science about high- and low-top basketball shoes, the author says about half of NBA players use high, and half low, shoes. There are several studies cited in this article saying that there is no difference in safety between high and low tops, one saying high tops delay ankle reactions and make injuries more likely, and one saying high tops increase forces and injury risk to Achilles' tendon. Interestingly, I have a pair of "low top" roller skates which are literally made out of "high-top" basketball shoes. Because "high" and "low" have different standards for different things.

An orthopedic surgeon interviewed at Cleveland Clinic has a similarly mixed opinion: some studies say high tops can reduce inversion, some say they don't. She also mentions that people strengthen their ankles more slowly when they're using high-tops, and it's more important to have strong ankles than to put stuff on them.

But there are a lot more studies listed in this thread for hikers with a lot more different results. This one does seem to support the use of ankle tape and supports.

I like my minimalist shoes because I feel like it's a much more natural experience when walking on rough terrain. Oh, there's a weird steep spot or clod of dirt? That's ok, my flexible foot will work with it. With a big clunky boot, the movement would take my whole leg down. I'm confident that these work better for me when going off-trail - ok, foxtails and other pricklies are an issue, but I bought me some seed-proof socks. I'll see if they work when they get here from Australia. I also sort of philosophically believe in being a little closer to nature when I hike -- birdsong over headphones, feel the rocks beneath your feet, get wet and muddy or sweaty. But I understand not getting too close. I don't want to get stung or bit or poisoned or actually injured in a way I can't get out, thank you.

I'm sure there are people for whom hiking boots work better. And I'm sure you could find some more studies giving different verdicts, but probably not really huge conclusive ones.

I do think people who do not have certain foot issues should consider trying less clunky options like running shoes/tennis shoes/sneakers/[insert regional variation of this word] or, what I have, minimalist shoes. I think it's odd that people assume ankle support/restrictions are the default athletic option, even when going uphill on a paved city street.

[moonchildstyles]

Angel giggling while she is on Harry’s lap in the middle of them kissing and Harry is all “what? What’s so funny?” Kissing her neck smiling so big cause he loves her giggles and she’s breathing heavily (ofc) hands in his hair pulling him into her lips kissing him until she’s giggling again his left eyebrow raised “Im not sure why I’m laughing I love you” and she goes back into kissing him he pulls away “tell me angel! Can’t leave me in the dark here” hands on her cheek looking in her eyes she’s biting her lower lip playing with the gathered fabric on his t-shirt near his waist as he removes her lower lip from her teeth nudging her bottom with his knee “I just love you and I love kissing you so much it makes me so happy that I laugh and-” she removes the hairs that are falling on his forehead whispering “-and I can feel you” she lets out a tiny giggle he brings her forward into him feeling her clod nose against his “me being hard is funny?” He presses her she shakes her head their noses rubbing as if it’s an excuse for her to warm her nose “no no it just makes me giggle not in a ha ha funny way but in a-” looking at him for guidance his hands on her waist lowering her. lips almost touching “in an exciting way?” He asks Her eyes have a glint in them “yeah that” he takes her lips into his kissing her deeply just wanting more of her his sweet angel just the sweetest of them all hands gently on his face feeling him in more ways than one

Omg the second he hears her giggle and feels her smiling into their kiss he can’t help himself but get all smiley too and kissing over her neck and “whats so funny love bug? Hm?” And when he pulls away to look at her when he doesn’t get an answer she just laughs harder and falls into his chest and “nothing nothing, I just love yu thats all” and she tries to kiss him again before he turns his head and “noooo youve gotta tell me angel its not fair I wanna laugh w u too” and then shes getting a little shy w her eyes on her hands in their laps and he bounces her on his knee when she doesn’t say anything after a moment and “cmon love just tell me can’t be that bad if it gave u such a pretty smile right?” And she shrugs looking at him through her lashes and “idk i just…I love yu and I love kissing you and it makes me so happy that I laugh and” thats when she gets even more shy and “and I….I can feel you when we kiss like this” and she lets out a tiny laugh and h can’t help his own smile before hes nudging her w his knee and wrapping his arms around her waist to tug her to him with his forehead pressing into hers and “me being hard is funny to you?” And shes shaking her head and that ends ip giving him a puppy kiss w their noses rubbing together and “no not funny like…like a joke just….it makes me laugh in a different way….” And he can see her like searching for the right word so he “in an exciting way? Like you know whats happening next?” And she nods her head and yeah…like that:) all smiley and dreamy before shes pulling him in for a another kiss w her hands on either side of his face and thats how they end up w y/n spread out on their couch and h kissing her neck and shes got another excited smile on her face