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Batgirls #14 review...

Disclaimer: this is basically a review I did on dead app (Amino) for Batgirls #14 because yes I have an audience there surprisingly, but I'm copy and pasting it here to see if people like my reviews idk.

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Hey hey everyone, so as you know it's Cassandra's birthday, and what better to do than review a rather recent comic that came out that's all about her?

I will start this by preferencing that I haven't gotten through all of my Batgirls reviews on here yet, you all know I've really only given you my reviews of the first two issues.

It's safe to say that the book has had its fair share of controversy from time to time, as you all know from my previous blog on my problems with the series:

Though I will say that the recent issues of it have been pretty decent all around.

Not that I hated the first few issues (aside from 7 and 8, but that's a whole other can of worms to open), but I have a feeling that the book has finally found its footing as of late and is actually doing more of what I had expected from it.

And issue #14 has to be a pretty exceptional issue in my personal opinion, this issue is definitely the best one in the series so far and is probably one of the best Cass stories I have ever read. (Or seen? Idk, it's a silent issue for the most part, lol.)

And that's certainly saying something.

Now this is a silent issue, so it has no dialogue (at least not until the end but you'll see what that's all about...), meaning that the visuals are what make the issue, and well it's safe to say they got that right.

The main artist they got for this particular issue is Jonathan Case and his art is just really spectacular.

A problem with Batgirls is it does have a hard time tying down an artist, at least ever since Jorge Corona left the series, but I've never had a problem with the other artists on the series, though they had slight imperfections that would bug me even if nitpicky.

Like Neil Googe draws Cass and Steph a little bit younger than they're supposed to be and Robbi Rodriguez's movements for the characters are often too stiff for my liking.

But Case gets everything right.

Cass is drawn looking her age and the actions she takes are conveyed perfectly.

I mean what can I say the art is just gorgeous throughout the entire issue, I really hope Jonathan Case comes back to do another issue of Batgirls after this because they're just great.

Now the plot of the issue is pretty easy to explain, Cassandra is basically looking for Steph who had been kidnapped by her father in the prior issues of the series.

(This entire issue reminded me a LOT of Cassandra's stories that happened during the War Games saga, I actually plan on writing another review today on a particular comic that came out during that time.)

Cass at a point opens the letter that Steph leaves her to either see if it has a clue, or because at that point she thinks it's too late, but the letter contains a rather shocking confession

You are reading that right, Stephanie Brown quite literally admitted she has feelings for Cass.

And seeing how Cass reacted, it's possible she might return those feelings back.

Now I'm not sure if this confirms StephCass, we'll have to wait and see what happens in the upcoming issues, but yeah I hope this means what I think it means.

Now, of course I can't close out this review without mentioning the special appearance from Cassandra's dear mommy.

Yeah you had to see the full sequence because it's just 😍.

(Tumblr's image limit unfortunately prevented me from actually showing the full thing. 😭)

But yeah, all in all this is a REALLY good issue of Batgirls and I definitely recommend people pick it up even if you've had problems with the series.

It's just a passionate love letter to the character of Cassandra imo, and tbh I think this story will be remembered as one of her best for quite some time.

So, an obvious 10/10 from me. :)

Well, I hope you all enjoyed this review of Batgirls #14 from me!

As always stay tuned! Same bat-time, same bat-channel!

You can find the Amino version of this review here:

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April 7th

Hey journal !

This is going to be hard to write… but I’ve decided to write down my experiences in this little journal I just bought for like, $7 at the local thrift shop, so here I go.

So, I’m Jay Callaghan, a 25 year old student in STAPS, hoping to become a physiotherapist (hope when I read that in 10 years I won’t be embarrassed !), and I’m gay. Like, very gay, nothing in me for girls. But… let’s just say than in sports studies, being gay isn’t well seen. So I keep my hookups on the down low, and avoid talking about that part of myself to anybody else.

And to be honest, it really drives me mad. I’m always double-checking that I’m not too faggy for their eyes, I’m always fidgety when discussions shift towards recent “conquests”, and I feel like I just miss out on so many things. I mean, it has only been, like, a year and a half since I fully accepted that I’m gay ? But still, the impostor syndrome has never faded, and by now, I just want it to stop.

By the way, here’s a photo of what I look like :

Dare I say I look pretty hot ? Well, this just makes things worse, actually. Because then the guys are always like “Yeah, look at Jay, he must be pounding so much pussy” or something… I just want to scream to them that no ! I’m very much very pounded ! And that’s not to say there aren’t people drooling over me ! There are ! But they all hail from the wrong gender !

However, recently I heard about the brand new Conversion Powder by Eamora Co., some kind of drug made by that unknown pharmaceutical company. What’s special about this powder is that it advertises itself as actually being able to change sexuality, so to make someone straight. Now, don’t get me wrong, I wholly support LGBT rights and want for any kind of conversion to be willful – so, like, not conversion therapy. Plus, both the instructions manual and the few reviews I found said that the powder must be taken once a day for the effect to persist. So it’s not as if it was an effective conversion therapy. But… I feel like things would be so much easier if I was straight. I wouldn’t be in constant fear, I would feel included with the other guys, and I would just be normal for once.

So yeah. I just want to end this by giving out my opinions on men and women :

Men are so fucking hot, well-built muscles, with big juicy pecs and a great six-pack invites licking, the hose downstairs is the work of god, and I just want to rub myself against it, accept it in my mouth and in my ass. Women… are just women. I guess they do have pec-like stuff, but they’re just so stuffy, and big and all. Plus, they just aren’t interesting in terms of attractiveness ? Not to shit on them, but just not my thing.

Yeah, let’s see how well it ages. I’m taking the Conversion Powder right now.

The evening

Okay, so I think from now on I should write on the evenings, because this way I can recap the events of the day while they’re still fresh in my mind. Plus, when class starts again tomorrow, it’s going to be a pain to write in the mornings.

So let’s start with when I took the powder. As the instructions asked, I put it in a glass and mixed it with water, to drink. At first, nothing happened, but then I started getting a headache, and felt quite dizzy for a while. I don’t know how long, because I didn’t record myself, and I know that my sense of time probably got warped, but it did feel long. And then, it just cleared, like magic.

To be honest, it was very underwhelming. I thought that something would happen to signal if it worked or not, but I decided to still test out if it actually worked. So I opened straight porn, and there the magic occurred.

By instinct, I started by watching the guy, but honestly, he just felt boring at first. I tried to see how hot he was, because I could tell he was attractive indeed, but it just felt… wrong to think of him as attractive. Which was unsettling in its own right. But then came the woman, and let me just say that : she was heavenly. She had tanned skin that ran along her beautiful curves, skimpy black leather pants and bra that espoused her big hips and breasts, and long black hair flowing over her back, waving in such a tasteful manner ! My dick was immediately woken up in quite the surreal moment, and I couldn’t help my self.

I beat myself off furiously at her being railed.

And I don’t even feel bad about that. I even printed out one of her photos to remind myself of her… God, my dick is awake once again by once again seeing her !

After that, I must admit that I spent a lot of time gooning myself on all the stuff I missed out on when I didn’t like women. I even almost forgot to eat lunch !

The afternoon, I decided to go on a walk outside, to see if anything different happened, and honestly… once again, it was quite underwhelming. I really don’t know what I expected, taking this powder for me to be this underwhelmed ! It only advertised that it would turn people straight, and this is what it did ! On a technical sense. Because I may be, in fact, straight at the minute, but I don’t feel straight. I… don’t know how to articulate that, I think I’ll have a better answer to that question when I’ve spent more time on the powder.

So yeah, what I wanted to write is that, when I was walking in the neighborhood, I did have the same experiences as watching the porn : I felt it was weird to conceive of men as a subject of attraction, and I paid more attention to women, but nothing more, really.

Well, nothing much more to say, I guess ! I’ll continue taking it, because it doesn’t seem dangerous, and since I’m closeted it shouldn’t change much.

April 8th

This morning I took again a Conversion Powder, and although I did feel quite dizzy taking it, it was nowhere as much as last time. That does comfort me since if I do decide to stick with this, it won’t be that annoying after a while. I read up on how it works to see if these headaches are normal, but aside from the few internet theoreticians, I haven’t found anything tangible… Nobody really knows anything about it, plus Eamora Co. is basically a completely unknown entity, so I can’t really get to the bottom of this. I guess this here diary may be the current best source for how the Conversion Powder works ?

But the most important thing today was getting back to school. And honestly, there I found that the changes were more substantial. I don’t know if it’s because I have also been on it yesterday, but it felt much easier to get into the skin of the typical straight guy. I didn’t have to worry about seeming too gay, because I technically am not, meaning that the school experience was a lot more peaceful. I also felt more included during the locker room talks. It’s crazy, because when they started to talk about boobs, my dick just hardened ! They mocked me, of course, I felt quite ashamed, but a good kind of ashamed. Like I’m actually having a normal reaction !

God, here I am writing about that kind of stuff… Well, to whoever might read that (me included), I have a duty to present everything of note ! So you’re going to have to bear with the stuff I already know I’ll find cringey in a few months’ time.

So yeah. On that, I’ll go to sleep.

April 9th

Man, I want to cross out the whole section about the powder on the web I wrote yesterday. And also the “I’ll go to sleep”. I’m not talking to anyone !

But yeah, today, the Conversion Powder made the media rounds.

And the rounds it made, in barely a day ! We got LGBT associations speaking out for its immediate discontinuing, far-right think tanks asking for it to be included in all school and high school meals, and politicians scrambling to state their opinion. It kinda feels bad for me to be technically not aligned with the LGBT associations, since I’m taking it, but this was my choice. I’m deciding to become straight, and my current experiences point that it was a good one. I’m feeling more and more connected with my bros (yes ! I can actually call them that, now !), and everyone who I knew before taking the powder say that I’ve recently been in a better mood than usual.

However, I won’t tell others that I’ve been taking it. I was closeted, and I don’t want people to think that I’m self-hating or something… I guess I kinda was, but that’s not the point I was getting at. The point I’m getting at is that I don’t fit the new stereotype of Conversion Powder-takers that is forming, and I don’t want people to think I do.

Also, even if more attention has been shed on Eamora Co. and the powder, there still is no good answer to the questions I wrote down yesterday.

Better news, though : today when taking the Conversion Powder, I almost didn’t feel dizzy at all ! It’s almost as if my body has fully acclimated to the Conversion Powder. If it’s how it works, honestly. However… I feel like I don’t have anything much to say about that ? I know, I know, such an earth-shattering change occurred in me, and two days in I don’t have anything to say about it ? I guess reality do be like that…

April 10th

Yes, I didn’t write much cringey yesterday !

But yeah, nothing much happened today, as do Wednesdays usually do. Though I guess I must mention that on the bus there was a really hot woman, I couldn’t get my eyes out of her. After a while of me basically staring at her though, I noticed that she knew I was looking at her, so I looked elsewhere. I guess, now, I understand the straight male experience, since I indulged in the same kind of creepy behavior… that is something I’ll need to fix.

About Eamora Co., they put out a statement saying that their product is ethical, and does not constitute a danger for the LGBT community. Although I’m technically on their side, let me say I’m calling bullshit on that. Seeing how potent this powder is, it’s easy for bad actors to drug gay and bi people without their consent, and even though they can fight against this kind of drugging, this kind of practice could very well lead into them assuming they were actually straight all along.

Here you go, let me step out of my soapbox.

April 11th

Okay, so, you know, Abby… No, I guess you don’t know, checking back I didn’t talk about her at all in this diary.

So, Abby was (and still is) a good friend in my university. She doesn’t study the same stuff as I do, but we got to know each other in business management class. We hit it off quite well, even though I wouldn’t call her my best friend by any stretch (I had much closer friends back in high school), she went along well with my way of being.

But here comes the catch.

Now that I’m straight, I’ve noticed that she… is actually quite well-endowed. Plus, over the last few days I would even dare say that she’s actually… cute. I mean, look at her and dare not tell me that she’s not cute !

Okay, I do realize that no one is gonna answer me here… but still ! Diary ! Or anything ! Agree with me !

I think this means that I may be having my first straight crush… on who was basically my only true friend in this university… not the best look. But at least it proves that the powder converts both sexual and romantic attraction ! It’s a good observation to include in this diary.

So yeah… gonna see how it evolves…

April 13th

Oops, I forgot to write, yesterday !

So I just hung out more with the bros, it’s been so fun to just… chit-chat with them ! I feel like we have a real connection, like they get me, like I get them. That’s something I could never have had when I was gay, I was forced to just stay out of the loop with everyone. I’m glad I’ve decided to start going on the conversion powder, because now I can finally get to live a normal life ! … not to insult my former comrades, of course.

But with Abby… I must admit I’m not proud of myself, because I basically avoided her for the past few days… I’m getting so flustered when I’m with her, it’s really embarrassing, but now I fear she thinks I’m abandoning her… I’m also being so obvious ! Like, this morning Abby walked in front of me when I was hanging out with my bros, going to some kind of economy class, and I just blushed to hell ! The bros all clocked that I have a crush on her, and I fear she might too ! God, so embarrassing !

Tomorrow, since it’s Sunday, I don’t have class, so the bros asked me to go to the gym with them, and I’m 95% sure they’re gonna cook me alive for having that damn crush…

Help !

April 15th

I forgot to write yesterday again… I was so tired from the very intensive sesh that we had that I just went straight to dine and sleep, so give me a break, diary.

So, as I predicted… Saturday, the guys cooked me, and cooked me hard. They were like “why don’t you talk to her”, “you’ve seen her look”, “do the first move” and all, it was quite overwhelming while we were working out… But they were basically saying that I shouldn’t hesitate to ask her out, as even if it doesn’t work out there’s other girls to find…

God, this is the kind of advice that I would never have had if I was having a gay crush. Nobody would be there to be excited for me, they would all be uninterested to disgusted, and none could give me advice for how to do… because the only people who could would be the very kind I may want to woo !

So yeah. Out of my soapbox, today I talked to Abby… and I couldn’t do it. I chickened out, I didn’t ask her out… Like, I was just about to ! But then somebody let their coat drop, and Abby, kind soul she is, picked it up for them… and after that, my courage just disappeared, and I just brought up the topic of the Conversion Powder and the whole drama.

Yeah. About the Conversion Powder drama.

So, let’s just say that it got heated, and it became the controversy that everyone was talking about. I don’t know what my country will choose as a way forward, but some have already chosen to outlaw it… and the usual suspects have made it official “prescription” to “cure” gayness. I’m against both options, and although I think none will be taken by our government, they currently haven’t chosen a stance… I’ll keep a close eye on it, because I’d hate for my experiment to be cut short just because of them deciding for me…

April 16th

This time, I didn’t miss a day ! Yay !

So… I asked Abby out.

It was as if the stars aligned. Today she dressed in very hot clothes, and we had class together both before and after lunch. So I took the opportunity to ask her to meet with me at the park. But then, at the afternoon, it started raining… I was afraid that our meet-up would have to be canceled, but just before it was time to end the classes, the sky cleared up ! So we went to the park, and my favorite bench in front of the pond was free ! We sat together, and there, I asked her if she wanted to go out with me.

And she said yes !

God, it feels so good ! My first ever date, and not hookup !

I’m just buzzing with excitement, we’re gonna see each other this Saturday afternoon after class ! I’m already envisioning it : first we get together in a cafe, then we go to the park and visit its zoo at the same time ! It’s going to be perfect !

I’m so ready for it !

April 17th

So, I’ve told the bros the good news… and somehow, the conversation drifted on clothes, and we realized that I don’t really have any “date” clothes – or at least, not straight date clothes. They said that it wouldn’t go, and Terry and Joe took me this afternoon to the shops, as they said that, as “pussyhounds” they know what makes girls go apeshit. There, they encouraged me to buy a nice black dress shirt, dark blue jeans and a fancy belt, so now they’ve been added to my wardrobe. They also told me to prepare some cologne, a golden chain and a fancy watch, because they said that it’s the kind of details women always pay attention to, but I already have some of those, so I’m covered.

I guess I’m ready for my date ?

April 20th

Fuck, I forgot again twice to write in this diary. I guess I should only write in it when there’s something interesting happening, because I only seem to remember writing in it when something involving my newfound straightness happens…

So yeah. The date with Abby was magical. Never have I ever been more glad to have made the choice to become straight. When we met up, she was just fabulous. Dressed impeccably, in a way that, yes, made her boobs pop out wonderfully, but it also made her beautiful eyes twinkle, her luscious lips glow and her fluffy hair shine. And the way she walked, so agile, so dainty… Bro, there’s nothing that can capture how beautiful she is ! And she’s also so smart, and such good company ! We talked for hours, made cute poses in front of the animals, and even stayed together for dinner – although we went out to McDonald’s, not enough money nor organization to go to a fancier place.

Perfect ! Absolutely perfect !

This is the kind of experiences normal men have ! And they’re so much richer than anything these gay hookups ever gave me !

Taking the Conversion Powder was the best decision in my life !

May 4th

May the force be with you ! haha

It’s been two whole weeks since I last wrote in this diary, it was time for me to give you an update, diary.

The last two weeks have been hell, because it’s exam season. So between studying, working out and dates with Abby, I haven’t had time for anything ! Bro, even my dates were study dates ! But otherwise… Everything’s going swimmingly ! I’m pulling along with my bros, and my relationship with Abby is going wonderfully !

Really, I know I’m writing the same thing again and again, but ever since I became straight, everything has become better ! Like, I’m better as a straight guy than I would ever have been as a gay guy, I’m sure of that ! It’s… even becoming kinda weird to think of myself as ever being gay, honestly...

God, it’s so refreshing to be normal !

May 6th (the morning)

A bit of a weird update, this morning before my last exam, because… er… we had sex yesterday.

So here’s how it went. Yesterday, we had another study date, but this time at my place. It was boring, of course, but to get out of the boredom we decided to make some raunchy remarks in-between economics and anatomy. And it made us both quite horny… well, at least it made me quite horny, because my dick was just rock hard, ready to squirt by the end of the session… And then we continued the remarks, without interruption… I got closer to her, started touching her, she started touching me, and then the clothes started coming down…

And you kinda know how it goes, but for me it was special. Because I have a ton of sex experience, but none when it comes to shoving my dick in a hole. I did have quite a good time eating her pussy, wayyyyyy tastier tasty than dick mind you, and she did make me come by giving me a blowjob, but then came time to do the deed. I put my condom on, and then honestly… it was a blast. I came just naturally once I had my dick inside her pussy, I just thrusted, and thrusted and thrusted, a ton of times, as if I was plowing her. She was orgasming, I was orgasming, and when we finally came, we just laid there, cuddling, until we both began sleeping.

I’m writing that as she’s taking her shower, just after my Conversion Powder drink, so I won’t be able to write too much, but really… it was the best sex I ever had. Hands down. Really, it feels like straight sex has been designed to happen, unlike anal, blowjobs and all. God, I’m so glad to have taken the powder !

May 8th

Okay okay okay, BIG NEWS !

This afternoon, Abby and I went to a date in the park, and guess what – I mean, a diary isn’t gonna answer me, but yeah. Abby asked if I wanted to be her boyfriend !

It made me just so happy ! Like, finally for the first time ever I have an actual relationship ! I have a girlfriend !

I’ll announce it to everyone ! Well, I kinda already have, but I thought after that that I should write it down here. I’m becoming the model straight guy, and I couldn’t be more up for that !

May 19th

Everything is going for the best, a month and a half in ! (about)

I think I’m gonna stop writing in this book, because I think there’s nothing I can write in it that’s new ! I’m a normal straight guy with a steady relationship with my beautiful girlfriend, Abby, and I hope – and think – that we’re going endgame. Like she’s so beautiful and she goes along with me so well, you can’t understand !

I’m also bulking thanks to all the workout I get with the bros, here, look at that photo :

Oh yeah, I did decide to cut down my hair. It was so long, it was bothersome, and I already have Abby, so I don’t need to look attractive to anybody, just to her. Plus, it made me look faggy, even though I’m straight.

So yeah, you can guess I’m a living example of why the Conversion Powder is a good thing for people who want it ! I’m so happy, and I have found the love of my life ! It almost feels like it was meant for me to be straight !

So… goodbye, I guess ? Or to next time something worth writing about happens ?

June 1st

I thought I wouldn’t ever touch this diary again, but today I saw a ton of pictures on the internet saying happy Pride Month, and… it made me feel empty inside.

I remember last year when I went to local Pride, it made me feel so… not alone ? Like I was part of something bigger, of a community of people who suffer the same kind of things as I do. But when I see all those pictures, I just feel like it’s not talking to me. I don’t feel like I’m part of the LGBT community anymore, because I’m just a normal straight guy, and I guess it’s the first time I somewhat feel some regrets ?

Now, I looked at my local Pride, and apparently this year’s prominent topic is the Conversion Powder, trying to ban it, so even if I wanted to go in as an ally, I would be the embodiment of what they’re avoiding…

I dunno, I’m feeling very conflicted. And it’s not the kind of things I can really talk about with Abby, considering to her I was always a normal straight guy. So I guess I’ll write about it here when I feel like venting.

June 3rd

This whole Pride Month thing is really going to my head, I cannot help but think about it… I look away each time I see rainbows, I avoid LGBT news and I feel awkward each time I see someone being visibly LGBT…

But really, I think I’m being so obsessed by it that I’m triggering old memories of when I was gay, I almost caught myself checking out a guy… If I didn’t know I was on the Conversion Powder, I would have said I was living through a gay awakening…

June 5th

OKAY OKAY CODE RED IT’S CONFIRMED I’M SOMEHOW REGAINING MY ATTRACTION TO MEN !

It’s too much to only be Pride Month behind that. I’m actively being turned on by men… even though I’m taking the powder everyday… each time it happens I switch to a mental image of a woman, but it doesn’t seem to really do anything…. I’m straight, that’s for sure, but why is my body suddenly not wanting to respond correctly ?

Fuck, why am I writing this, it has to be a fluke, I’m sure… I must be quite horny, since Abby has been quite busy with her internship.

I’ll call her up, have some good straight sex like I should, and see if this fluke happens again tomorrow (hint : it won’t).

June 6th

It did.

If I could sigh on paper, I would. Trust me.

The sex was a bit forced, I’ll admit, but today when I went for a morning jog, I saw one of the most drop-dead gorgeous guy I had ever seen… He was quite muscular, but not too much, was tall, handsome, had great hair and a light dusting of body hair where it mattered. Plus, his pecs were quite prominent, it felt as if I could squeeze them and sleep on them, they were so juicy… Fuck, reading back I’m describing that guy like I used to describe guys when I was gay, even though I’m straight…

Tomorrow I’ll up the dose of Conversion Powder, I’ll see what will happen.

June 7th

Do NOT take more than one dose of Conversion Powder at once, learn from my experience.

When I took those two drinks, I had the worst headache I’ve ever had… and then I was hyper-horny for a good 6 to 8 hours, wanting to fuck women, fuck women and fuck women… I’m really happy I had nowhere to go today, since I just gooned myself to straight porn for hours on end, even forgot to eat. It was actual madness.

But then, suddenly, my horniness stopped. I was just… spent, sitting inside a mess of cumstains that were hell to wash out, not really understanding what happened to me.

I’m afraid.

June 9th

The situation did not improve, my attraction to men just kept coming back, to the point I can basically now call myself thoroughly bisexual. But I’m not under any illusion : my attraction to women is very likely going to fade at some point.

And it’s going to make me lose Abby.

I’ve also looked around on the web, and found that I’m not actually the only one to be “reverted”, as people seem to refer to it as. Apparently, it’s due to people being used to the drug : since it cannot actually change attraction, it only overwrites attraction. So it acts like a drug, the more you take it the less effective it becomes…

So yeah, I’m becoming gay whether I want it or not…

June 12th

It’s beginning. The end is beginning.

I feel it, how women are starting to interest me less and less. I’d rather be dealing with dicks than with pussies… I had sex with Abby yesterday, and I just wasn’t into it. It just didn’t feel as exciting, as wonderful as it used to be when I first had sex with her…

Even she noticed it, and asked if everything was alright with me. I lied about being tired because of training, but it will only get me so far… I need to tell her at some point, before it’s too late. But I just don’t have the heart to break hers, it would also break my heart to have to leave her… I really wish I could stay straight…

So much for being “normal”, eh ?

June 14th

This afternoon, we met for our usual Wednesday dates. And I gathered the courage to tell her everything.

I told her how I was gay, how I used the Conversion Powder, how I then had a crush on her, and how I’m slowly becoming gay again. I was so afraid telling her that. Because I absolutely was in the wrong, I kept her in the dark about an important part of myself, and I was afraid of her reaction… heh, it’s kind of my first coming-out, in a way.

However, Abby, blessed be her heart, took it in strides, and the only thing she became angry over was the fact that I decided to take the Conversion Powder… Turns out she’s bisexual, and is really against it, and I guess I became another example for her to latch onto to deem it unacceptable… We had a goodbye kiss, and I told her that I still had a few days of liking women, so we should do whatever last thing together as a couple as we can.

I’ll see what she has in store for me.

June 15th

Okay, today was wild.

Abby basically took a whole day off just for me, and invited me to her place. And I was barely inside her bedroom that she just came in with tons of sex toys. I’m not even sure where she found half of those… And so, we just spent the remainder of the day having sex in many a kinky setup… the last of my straight sex would be kinky sex…

It was great, I hadn’t had so much fun in a long while, especially worrying this much about the end of the Conversion Powder… and I feel that from now on I’ll know her body way too much for someone who will soon become her Gay Best Friend.

So yeah, a great way to close the straight chapter of my life. We’ve decided, with Abby, that tomorrow I’ll get off the Conversion Powder, and that will be our official break up.

June 16th

First day without Conversion Powder, and I’ve been in bed fighting the inevitable headache that such an action accompanies.

Abby was kind enough to come look after me, and it honestly felt really weird to look at her and feel basically not much happening in my dick. Only remained aesthetic attraction.

While she was here, I made her read this diary. It was quite a humbling experience, as she was basically reading through my heart. Her reactions ranged from laughter to concern, including a few realizations about our history together. I mean, I didn’t know she remembered the time I almost confessed to her but was interrupted by someone else !

She also told me that it was weird how I didn’t mention being afraid about the bros, and honestly… I find it also weird now that she mentions it. I dunno, when I decided to take the powder, fitting in with the bros was such a priority for me, yet today, I feel like I have such a good relationship that I wouldn’t trust them to care either way. But I did make a coming out message in our group chat, basically explaining the same stuff as I did with Abby. I’ll see how it goes, but currently Terry eagerly responded with a “I support you!!!!!!1!!!”.

June 18th

My headache was very strong, and I stayed in bed again yesterday, but by now I think it has passed. I didn’t expect the aftereffects of the Conversion Powder to be this severe...

I don’t think I’ll have much to say in this diary in the future, especially as I seem to be going back to the normal me. I mean, normal gay me. But since I’ve had a lot of time to think about this whole situation the past few days, I’ll write about my experiences here.

So, first of all, I’m glad to have made this experience of what straight life looks like. However, I also think that it was a mistake.

Basically, I think that when I did it, I took the easy way out. Pointing to an inalienable part of myself as being the cause of all my woes and then trying to remove it, it just shows a laziness from me. Like I can’t try and imagine what an actual solution looks like, I have to change myself before being able to fix stuff. However, I feel that this experience made me learn that I was actually able to do all the things I felt were lacking. Talking to Abby she made me notice that, aside from being straight, nothing really changed after taking the Conversion Powder, so all the things I blamed myself for making me look faggy just… didn’t. It was only me being afraid, and letting it talk rather than the rational mind. So all the good things I had when I was straight, I can just have them if I get out of the mindset that gay is bad.

So… yeah ! Although it still feels a bit weird to say, I’m gay, and I’m proud ! All my woes weren’t due to me being gay, they were due to me being afraid, so now I decide to not be afraid anymore ! I hope that whoever reads this diary (including me) will understand that they don’t need to take out a part of themselves to find happiness. They need to get over their fears, and only this way will the road to happiness will be opened !

Well said, love from the past ! -T

[gofancyninjaworld]

OPM Manga Update 247 Review

I was puzzled as to why the translation for this was listed as a redraw, as the previous chapters had covered the entirety of the ninja arc to date before the hiatus. Then I realised that it was the numbering foolishness messing with the translators. EH! Not my problem. Shall we go on?

Summary

The chapter opens with Suiryu being discharged from hospital. He's been given a huge bouquet by the nurses and wished a speedy return to hospital, something he understandably has no plan to do. As he makes his way down the road, his attention is attracted by screaming, which turns out to be coming from a woman about to be eaten by a monster giant anteater. He splits it in half with a single chop, noting with satisfaction that his strength has returned.

He turns back to the business at hand, that of finding the Hero Association and Saitama, and is surprised that every online search for 'hero' brings up the Neo Heroes. Things have definitely changed... but he doesn't have much time to muse on it for he is nearly flattened by the enormous head of what had been a much bigger monster giant anteater. Could Saitama be out here? No, the person who'd sent the monster's head flying was an idol. She introduced herself as Webigaza, and that she was back from her hiatus to work as a Neo Hero as well as sing. She pauses to take a deep drink of water -- she's thirsty -- and then encourages people to support the Neo Heroes before flying off.

Suiryu stares after her like a cat seeing baubles hung up on a Christmas tree. Come to that, maybe he's a little thirsty too. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to check out the opposition first... after all, he can quit right away. Elsewhere, we see an unamused Suiko surprised that her brother has discharged himself without telling her. Her concern quickly turns to outrage when she reads the note he's left for her and realises that he's stuck her with the bill.

He's just the nicest guy, isn't he?

Suiryu arrives at the Neo Hero tower and is quickly ushered into the testing facilities. With difficulty, he gets squeezed into a power suit, all while muttering to himself about how uncool it'd make him if he approached that girl looking like that.

Once on though, he feels the enormous surge of power it brings. Excited, he flexes, and the suit crumbles like a badly-baked biscuit. Worse, he now need to pay for it. Five million, which is more than the three million he earned in the Superfight.

If you break it, you've bought it. Love the detail of Suiryu flexing hard enough to break his remaining armband.

The chapter closes with a weeping Suiryu being introduced to Metal Bat. He's stuck in Neo Heroes until he can earn enough to pay off his debts.

Oh yeah, one final detail. Has McCoy handed in his notice before he started moonlighting for the Neo Heroes? He better have, the rat!

Phew, thank goodness this wasn't longer! Shall we do some meta?

Meta

We're a week on, so the outraged whines of fans expecting a showdown between Blast and Void have died down. It's totally par for the course. All I will say is this:

If you were around when this chapter (chapter 67) was first posted, you'll know that it was well over a year (in chapter 77) that we got to find out what happened.

Yup, ONE reserves the right to go 'Meanwhile...' and go somewhere else, sometimes for extended periods of time. Deal with it.

Saturation Bombing

Well, now we're back to the Neo Hero storyline, and man, when they launched, they launched HARD. They've sopped up all the SEO real estate to crowd the Hero Association off the first page of the search engines. Their TV and billboard ads are everywhere. They've even bought up the storefronts around around their headquarters. And all in the space of days. The wallets bankrolling this venture must be abyssally deep (I will return to this in a sec).

A leopard doesn't change his spots

I won't lie: Suiryu is the character I've had the most trouble seeing the point of. I've tried, but I'm still of the opinion that this lazy, feckless, superficially charming, and not-at-all-nice guy gets given way too much real estate. Well, he may be serious about wanting to be a hero but he's still as feckless as he ever was. Yes, he won a considerable sum of money just before being hospitalised and so had no chance to spend it. Yet, true to his nature, he fucks off and sticks his sister with the bill. And true to his nature, he decides to take a pass at an idol (someone who will have hell to pay if she's even thought to be dating), fully intending to cut and run as soon as he gets what he's chasing after. Well, the wheels were always going to come off sooner or later. Might as well be now. Good.

Chef's Kiss

I know that many people were a bit disturbed to find how... normal Webigaza looks but I think it's FANTASTIC. Why? Well, a slightly creepy idol isn't everyone's cup of tea, but they'd be someone's shot of whiskey, unusual and thus not interchangeable. It's a recognisable brand she'd have been able to build on. That worked *against* Webigaza's stated desperation to stand out and gain lasting fame.

Anyone into the 'creepy doll' look really, really is into it, and won't be substituting them for another.

By making her an absolutely normal-looking idol, loveable but totally replaceable, Murata has understood the brief. I can 100% believe that this Webi is desperate to be different in some lasting way when she looks exactly the same as a dozen other idols. I can 100% believe her when she's obsessed with Sweet Mask and wants what he has when she knows that the crowd that cheers for her today will cheer just as enthusiastically next year for someone who looks and sounds almost exactly like her. That she'll be forgotten despite having poured her entire life into entertaining. And that she'd rather die than see it happen.

Because she looks generic, it makes sense that she's painfully aware of how replaceable she is.

This works. This really, really works.

Let's talk cash, pt. 1: suits of contention

As many sharp-eyed readers have noticed, that suit that Suiryu got given looks awfully familiar. It's a dead ringer for the ones that Tongara's team got given by Narinki.

And once those suits hulked out...

... they looked an awful lot like the ones Hammerhead's crew got their hands on.

No prizes for guessing that this Neo Hero thing is most probably a front for one of the most successful conspiracies in fiction, The Organization. Successful because they're able to work to achieve their aims without anyone blabbing prematurely.

Let's talk cash, pt. 2: debtor's jail

It probably shouldn't surprise us too much that Suiryu is in such good shape after leaving hospital. After all, it wasn't just any hospital he went to but a Hero Hospital, a place where exceptional effort is expended in healing people rapidly. Also a very costly place, as McCoy pointed out to Mad Devil Yankee.

The drop of realism that sells the fantasy harder: yes, there's medicine and technology to heal up incredible injuries and illnesses super fast. But the price is steep!

Oh yeah, the apparent throwaway is becoming quite relevant now. I wonder if someone will point out to Suiko that joining the Hero Association would be a quick way to discharge her brother's medical debt?

I wouldn't mind this brewing Neo Hero saga to stick around a little longer. But I'm easy -- I've long since stopped expecting a particular thing to happen at a given time. All will be well in the end.

[anonymousauthorsblog]

Turning Passions

chapter 8 preform

this chapter has writing in it

lowercase intended

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megumis pov 3rd person

megumi is already up. 8am, tuesday, the summer days turning into cool air as it’s slowly turning into the ending of august and going into the beginning of september. he looks at the time, finally finishing off some homework he’s been putting off- since he’s been loosing the war of school vs streaming. he gets up and decides to take a shower before class. he quickly grabs extra clothes, shoes and his other necessities to freshen him up for the day, he finally heads off to the shower. he starts to get ready to get in, not before adding a soft tune to have on as background noise, also to hear his favorite songs before heading into the stress zone of college. he gets in while playing with the temperature of the water to finally find the right balance of warmth. megumi continues his shower letting himself drown under the water- until he gets lost in his thoughts. last week with his interaction with his new group of gamers, megumi and his roommates channels blew up more than it ever did before. he didn’t mind until recently, seeing how a few people would come up to yuji and nobara, and in rare occasions sometimes even him. this started to become a problem as the new fear of getting noticed on campus now became an underlying anxiety. megumi looks up to the shower head, his right hand lifting up to move hair out of his eyes before turning off the water. he stands in silence for a while before thinking of the future of his life. he begins to question his future of the gaming channel and then finds himself comparing himself to yuji. he starts to grow a sense of jealousy because yuji can handle himself well on and off camera. he can have that familiarity of comfort of being in crowds of fans or being recognized. he can live in a stress free world with only streaming as his own success that he enjoys. megumi moves and holds himself on the wall, towards the shower head he looks down and wonders if toge feels like this, if he can relate to his situation. megumi believes he has to be stressed with school and of course his channel that is also growing with fans. he then quickly catches his breath and scoffs to himself as the first thing he does before stepping out of the shower is check the time. he then realizes that he’s running late for class. he starts to make his way to get ready for school. he changes and makes his appearance at least a little bit decent for the day before grabbing his bag, picking it up and walking out the door to make it to his first class of the day. statistics.

3rd person pov

y/n is already in her seat, right next to where megumi usually sits. she looks around for her new friend, knee bouncing as she’s getting a little anxious as he’s usually there before her. she looks around until the black haired boy finally walks in making his way up to his seat. she glances towards him with a smile on her face as she waves hi, he glances up and waves back before settling down. “your here late” she says to him not looking towards his direction. he looks at her and stutters with a delayed response “oh yeah i just had a late morning” “sorry you’re just here usually earlier than i am” y/n quickly responds back realizing that her words may seem a bit weird. megumi then replies with a hum before the professor starting class. the professor continues with explaining a new topic and spends the rest of the class teaching it until the last 10 minutes. the professor voice rupturing through the class, “okay students the teacher assistants are going to pass back your last test please take these last minutes to review and do better for the next test. your grades will be posted on your grade books shortly.” the assistants begin to pass the test along before two come to megumi and y/n. megumi gets handed his test with confidence, him getting a 100 percent on this math chapter, while y/n gets handed her text upside down. y/n grabs her paper and looks up to the teacher assistant. the assistant looks back and gives a crooked smile trying to reassure her. she then slowly flips the test to see a 66%. she gasp and slams the test down back on the table, gaining the attention from a few other students around her. megumi looks up with his eyebrow raised, “i’m guessing you didn’t get a good score?” y/n continues to look straight ahead in shock while responding quickly “nope.” megumi looks down at her test which is still held with her hand. “do you understand what’s happening now in class?” y/n then looks his way not being able to meet his eyes “…no” she almost whispers. megumi then finds his mouth moving faster then his head can think. “i can help tutor you if you’ll like..” they both look at each other in shock, y/n shocked that someone is offering to help her on her own bad faults in math. shes also shocked that megumi is kind enough to help even without knowing each other for that long. megumi is shocked, flabbergasted even- that he just said that. megumi, someone whos whole personality is being very introverted- just offered to tutor someone he doesn’t know very well. megumi is left there speechless not being able to form a word in that moment due to his actions. y/n then speaks up “that would be great actually, thank you.” she smiles. megumi looks down hiding the embarrassment on his face, finally being able to pick up the words, “yeah it’s whatever”. the class ends and y/n begins to pack up before continuing to talk to megumi, “i’ll text you a date that works for me. see you later, thank you again megumi. megumi then freezes before replying and looking dead in y/n eyes, “wait how do you have my number”- he’s suddenly cut off by y/n laughing “i saved your contact from the group chat of course, i’m not a stalker” megumi then slowly nods with a dumbfounded look on his face, not realizing that he’s done the same as well. y/n then proceeds with leaving before waving bye to megumi.

y/n pov 3rd person

y/ns core classes come to a end. she finds herself at the same doors that have been seeming to give her a problem. she sighs as she walks into the dance doors doing her usual routine of getting ready for dance. today for her is different, as soon as dance ends she has the plan to stay in the studio until she understands the black swan, until she can mold into the black swan and prove her teacher wrong. she steps into her class to begin practicing. she begins to do leg work to strengthen her muscles while practicing for the strong leg movements she has to do for her role. she’s lost in the track of dance until the teacher lines everyone up ready to dance like usual. “welcome ladies, i hope you all had a great tuesday but i wanted you to know that we have 3 weeks until our take on “the swan lake”. this week will be tryouts for the smaller roles. but now i want you ladies to understand that these classes as rehearsals, apart from your personal ones of course. please bring your “A” game and let’s begin” she stops and says “oh the white and black swan please see me after class for rehearsal information” y/n nods as she begins to make her way to the bar, feeling determined to showcase her talent for the world to see. the rest of class goes smoothly, as the dancers learn 2 more sequences of dances and practice more on pointe technique the class finally ends. as walking over to the teacher for instruction, y/n spaces out as the teacher begins her farewells to the other students. the only thing she has in her mind right now is her role. the black swan, she’s reviewing her solo trying to compare it to each character. she swears that her combination was close to the black swan but the others eyes it was the opposite. her thoughts are suddenly ruined by the teacher roaring through the empty room, as it’s filled with y/n, kai and their “lovely” teacher. “i hope you didn’t have plans today because your rehearsals start today, like i said last class you two need work and you guys need to start fighting for your roles.” both swans nod as the teacher continues. “you will have one on ones with teachers kai you will be with me and y/n you will be with our younger teacher miss trin. as if the teacher summoned her, a short brunette lady walks into the room, filling the tense atmosphere with a more calmer one. y/n glances over and her main teacher booms “y/n don’t think you got it easy because you don’t have me up your back. you will preform to the top of your abilities with miss trin. “yes maam” y/n responds not loosing eye contact with her teacher. “alright that’s it kai you will be in here for rehearsal and y/n you will be in practice room 2. next week i better see improvement or else i will make changes.” both dancers agree and thank the teacher before making their ways into rehearsals.

y/n walks into the room walking to the middle of the floor. she sits in first position waiting for miss trin to instruct her on what to do. her mind begins to wonder to see how this teacher will teach. what would she make her do. is she going to see her turns, leaps? will she make her do her solo again. will she teach her the black swan combination? miss trin walks around her as if y/n is the prey and miss trin is ready to attack her, but in this full circle instead of attacking her, miss trin stops right in front of y/n. “i saw your solo, it was good. well done” y/ns eyes pop open, “uh thank you maam.” “but i do agree you are such a white swan” y/ns nods her head slowly, “you can ask why, in my class you can speak freely you don’t have to be afraid to speak your mind.” y/n hesitates before speaking. “oh uh can i ask why?” miss trin smirks and backs up “y/n i know how you are as a dancer, you want to be perfect the best, and it’s showing when your dancing.” y/ns mouth forms into a smile. “but that’s not going to get you anywhere y/n, anyone can do that . any other dancer can be the best and just put on a smile and dance.” y/n nods confused and shocked she looks up to her teachers face and opens her mouth, she tries to speak but nothing comes out. the teacher judges her in that moment before continuing, “y/n i want you to be great, i want to see your name in the billboards but i need you to do better.” y/n almost bursts out before taking a deep breath to respond, “how, i am definitely trying to do better. you said im perfect out there, what else do you guys want?” “i want you to preform.” “preform?” y/n questions. “yes, y/n i say you’re the white swan not only because i know your personality like the white swan. you’re soft like one, your elegant your more caring and contrasts for others. but i need you to step out of that shell and be daunting, i need you to be fierce and strong. if I’m not wrong you’re fierce for you passion and your ability to do anything for the sport, i need you to show that while you dance and not play it safe when it comes to that now.” she pauses before continuing. “i know you know the black swan carefully but i need you to showcase it now.” y/n nods and questions “how do you want me to do that? i thought i did” miss trin smiles and holds onto y/n shoulders “i have three weeks to teach you exactly that, but you have to break old habits like your old perfect ballet mindset” y/n freezes and almost yells “ballerinas are perfect though?” miss trin laughs “yes y/n we are perfect, but your character isn’t the type of perfect your perceiving, you need to learn how each character has different perfections.” y/n tries to nod but still not understanding before miss trin cuts her off “i know you still don’t get it but you will. now come on let’s learn the black swan” she says while turning to look at y/n. y/n huffs before following. y/n then settles into first position waiting to hear from the teacher. but she then announces that they would be working on hands and arms movements. they continue the class working on those, y/n is shocked as these movements are the same things shes learned when she was first starting dance- but the thing that shocked her more is everything she’s doing is technically correct but incorrect in her teachers eyes. more importantly more incorrect in becoming the character of the black swan. the class continues with just working on that, her arms being “too elegant and soft”, her feet being not dramatic and strong” and her leaps “being graceful but not confident in the eyes of the swan”. the role that’s slowly becoming her nightmare. the class finally ends and her teacher lets her go, while reminding her to breathe. “good work today y/n. y/n stands there surprised, “but i got everything basically wrong.” “that’s still work” the teacher comforts her. y/n nods and leaves to the dressing room. usually by now she would feel broken down and defeated, but for one she feels like she wants to laugh.

authors notes: HELLOO GUYS!! i’m back with another chapter! today we got both views on each of their own worlds of megumi and y/n and a STUDY SESSION!!! hopefully this will bring them closer and if not they for a video together on saturday :P. ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER AND ARE READY FOR CHAPTER 9!!

fun facts:

• when megumi got y/n’s text he lowkey freaked out because this is the only person he texts outside of his close circle

• he asked (begged) his two roommates yuji and nobara to not be at the dorm when y/n comes but only said because he needed peace and quiet because he would be studying (secret secret)

• miss trin likes y/n a lot because she can see herself in her (perfectionist unite together!!)

tags list!! -

@catobsessedlady @prettynai @notveevee @1l-ynn @xcalkenf @heyheyitsurdaily @hannahgcherry @aceakariii @meltedoctopie @juliiizh @domainexpansi0n

[toptophat]

Top Hat's thoughts on the FNAF movie (Spoilers)

I thoroughly enjoyed it! Smiled throughout the whole thing

As a FNAF fan, seeing some key moments from the games as well as acknowledging the fandom (e.g Game theory's MatPat and The Living Tombstone's iconic song at the credits) made my jaw drop

FNAF veterans such as Dawko enjoyed it so that made me optimistic

The animatronics were replicated perfectly and the entire set for the restaurant is just too beautiful

Scenes such as the break-in, while not exactly scary, were still intense enough to keep me invested

Unpopular opinion - I kinda liked the pillow fort scene, it was cheesy but it could be seen as the animatronics trying to gain Abby's trust to lure her to be stuffed into a suit. Also I'm jealous, i wanna make a pillow fort with them 😭

And here's where I'll address (some of) the main critiques people gave to the movie (references: anything in the media that would link to this in a way)

"The movie wasn't scary at all, it should've been gory"

Yeah, I agree, even though I got shocked a couple of times (like the balloon boy gag) it wasn't really terrifying

But honestly, after watching countless "playthroughs" as a kid, you start to realise... The games were never that scary in the first place

To be honest, the only thing scary about it was actually some areas in the fandom (you know who you are..)

I'm aware that FNAF was never for kids, no matter how many elsagate vids were made on it. So it would make sense for it to have blood and gore. It definitely would've made scenes like the spring lock scene more traumatising to look back at

You know what else was expected to be more adult oriented? Cuphead's Netflix adaptation. While I understand that both of these beloved franchises could've been adapted to be more adult, it can also be noted that the Cuphead show is actually accepted by the fandom as while it did have a rocky start with S1, it showed that the writers were testing the waters to try something new, and by S2, they had a better idea of what they wanted, and a lot of people fell in love with it. While it would've definitely been cool to see more gore, it wouldn't improve the movie automatically

"The movie doesn't follow the original lore"

While, yes, it would've been cool to see all theories confirmed by Scott himself during the film, it's also good to remember this: they're called "adaptations" for a reason

Many popular franchises, when adapted to the big/small screen can experience changes in the known story and lore as a way to bring this fresh new start and perspective, they never aim to continue or tell the story again when it wasn't necessary in the first place (*cough cough* Lion King 2019). Last time I checked: Luigi wasn't the one who gets kidnapped by Bowser (SMB23), Cuphead never lost the right to his soul due to a carnival game (TCS), The Echidnas never had beef with freaking owls over the master emerald (The Sonic movies)

Let's be honest here, Scott may have made FNAF, but all the popular fan theories wrote the story, so everything is kinda messy. Maybe this was Scott's chance to rewrite everything, to start over and stray away from the messy lore that others made, MatPat seemed to be cool with it, he was even in the damn movie!

While, there have been times when repeating the same story makes it stale and repetitive (Disney), Changing important elements of the story (Also Disney) can make it unfaithful and pointless, so I understand that.

The changes that were made in this movie were interesting, making Vanessa, Afton's daughter could add more impact on the whole Vanny thing as she's been around this horrible man her whole life. Not making Mike, Abby and Garrett, Afton's children doesn't really deepen the personal connection and conflict between Mike and Afton so it'll be interesting to see how that one goes especially with Circus Baby now that Abby has no real connection to Afton other than that one encounter

Also I heard from one review that the movies take more inspiration from the books, but I don't have enough knowledge on the books to elaborate on that argument

Unless there's some weird twist, which is highly unlikely, I'd love to see how they develop these newly established dynamics if there are sequels being planned (pls make more, I need to see how this goes)

Besides, like I said, often, the first movies, seasons etc are there to experiment, it has the potential to improve in each new installment. For example, JJBA, it took until around parts 3-4 for Araki to have a better idea of what he wanted it to be.

Conclusion

That's about all I really have to say. I understand that many had high expectations going in and, who wouldn't? It shows we value ourselves and that we want to experience things that are worth our time. People are not obligated to love everything and don't have to agree with everything I said. I personally found the movie to be enjoyable and worth my time, and, while i know it lacked in some aspects, who knows?, as it progresses, opinions could change and if we get more of the revamped FNAF, then, we could see if it changed for the better or for the worse. And while first impressions do matter, it won't always be the same impression moving forward (for people who liked and didn't like the movie)

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk!

[the-greek-mythos-project]

The Greek Mythos Project: The Submission Process

Hello everyone, Camila here! Finally have the time to actually flesh out the details of this project so here we are, with the Official Submission Process Post :). Dw, it's absolutely not as formal as the name suggests. This is mostly just a heads up on what will happen once you reach out with your submission (also... art is totally included btw. I need to put this in an official post but now that I've learned how to post art on AO3? Yeah, we're doing this 😂😂).

The Very First Step: How Do You Submit. Submission somewhat varies between whether or not you have an official account on Tumblr/want to stay completely anonymous or if you have a tumblr account you can submit to us through (although you can totally ask to stay anonymous to the general public or even just beyond me, Camila, who is currently and at this point going forward, the only one who maintains this account and therefore will see everything). Here are the two pathways to go through, separated for everyone's convenience :).

If You Don't Have Anything For Us To Communicate Back To Us Through, such as wanting to stay completely anonymous or just not having a Tumblr account, then you can just send us an anonymous ask! Of course, though, when you do this, we would like for you to acknowledge the fact that we will have no further communication with you other than public posts, and so basically when you submit your work, it's a "one and done." Yes, you can absolutely sign off a pseudo-name in your ask as something to keep track of you by and I'll explain that further later in this post, but just acknowledge and know that you're basically "dropping it off" into our hands from then on and we won't be able to offer further resources such as editing, "beta-ing", or even just asking for further clarifications of stuff :(. But! I promise to you that it's not that intimidating. Submitting things anonymously into this project will allow you to test the waters of your particular fixation and build confidence without having any strings attached and, honestly, we'll take good care of your works :). I personally am a writer of over 7 years, have been hyperfixated in Greek Mythology, and I've edited and worked with hundreds of writers over the years, scholarly or at the basic world-building levels. This is a project aimed to bring together a wide audience and just bring content to those niche writers/concepts and so, what's the big deal? We've got you <3.

If You Do Have A Tumblr Blog/Way To Communicate Back With Us, it's the exact same submission process as those without a blog. Just open up the ask box, copy and paste your submission along with any additional information you'd love to give, and send it our way :). You can tell us if you absolutely do not want to hear anything back from us or even have your name attached, or if you'd like to be connected with those similar to your interests :). Either way, the submissions are the same--via the Ask Box--but this just allows for better communication between us and you. There are two aspects of this project: getting people's work out there and building a community, and both ways of reaching out to us accomplish at least *one* goal of the two, if not both :).

The Second Step: What Happens After You Submit Your Work To Us. Well, we review it. Depending on what's going on, I and/or one of my lovely teammates will go through your work to do some basic editing and formatting work to make sure it fits Wattpad/AO3's structure along with making sure that all the triggers are correctly tagged. This is a requirement in your submission process, especially the trigger warning tagging process. As much as this is based on original writing styles, I do want to make sure we maintain a baseline level of conformity between the works as much as possible. Small things such as the space between paragraphs along with how the breaks in scenes are presented are mostly the things we'll be looking at but it'll really depend on the actual fic and it absolutely will not be on you as the writer to do this. Write it how you want to write it and we'll find a way to meet you in the closer-to-you middle :).

[Coming Soon] Here Is What We Ask For In Your Original Submission.

Optional Steps Within This In-Between Process. We provide in-depth editing, worldbuilding, and beta-ing help! Currently, as I am writing this, there are only two of us on the team--me, Camila/ @sleepdeprivationbutitsvaruna along with Leo, He/Him, @pluckedchicken --but I hope to either expand as this project develops further or we just grow comfortable in our roles. I personally specialize in developing worlds/AUs/worldbuiling while Leo has reached out to help with general editing and working with those darker AUs that I'd personally rather not touch. You can even reach out to us before you start your work! I know quite a lot of people with a diverse understanding of the myths that I can either point you to for help or I can even just do my own deep-dive search and help you out directly! This can be done based on request in the original ask submission--for those wanting to stay anonymous--or over DMing with me, my own blog, or Leo's blog. Just feel free to reach out and we'll try to help you out with anything!

The Third Step: What Happens When This Is All Published. Currently... absolutely no clue. It's only like a Month into this thing and I haven't even written the first sentence of my own submission, so this answer is really only going to come with time. Half of this post in general contains stuff that I came up with on the spot, and don't think that we (or at least I) have all the answers over here just because we have a fancy and cool blog. It's 2300 rn and I've literally written over a thousand words in one sitting while having spent the entire day luring out my motivation kitten and only managing to get it an inch closer and nowhere near out from under the bed, so. Yeah. We're figuring it out over here too.

As for a literal answer to this very real question: my current thoughts is that, at some point in the sooner or later stages (probably when I get the "What We Ask For In Your Original Submission" post posted), we'll come up with a general template to go off of, showing the submitter's name, socials, where to find them, additional information they want to give, author's notes, TWs, etc. in an easy-to-navigate way for both us and the reader.

[zalrb]

PLL 1x15 Review - As Per Anon Request

"You know I always thought my first sunrise would have tequila in it." Mood, Hanna.

"You look like a strung out powerpuff girl" LMAO i think that's just her look, Hanna.

Honestly, though, out of everyone, I think Hanna's mother annoys me the most because are you a fucking adult or not? Like, Lorelai is more of an adult than you are. That's BAD.

I'm trying to discern if Spencer and Jason have unintentional and inappropriate for text tension or if it's just because his shirt is off and that's supposed to be eye candy for us. I have to see them in another scene.

Emily isn't hungover at all?

"Stop worrying. There's nothing we can do at this point." She is way too chill about stealing money.

I always hate Aria's accessories. They're very 2010s but it's like they're too big for her.

Aria, you can't take your teacher to a museum.

Whoever gave Paige that haircut did not do her any favours.

How are there NO rumours about Ezra and Aria. I can't abide this. She's standing in front of his make up test, unzipping her hoodie and sure, maybe they can't see that's what she's doing but Ezra's fucking face

Caleb is just AROUND. It's so funny.

Seriously, Hanna is the only one with a dilemma with A.

Hanna's mom pisses me the fuck off, I swear.

"Hey, we need to shave this area of your daughter's hair so we can do stitches." "Mm no, she'll hate that."

Like you didn't downsize your house or anything? You just went right to theft? There are only two of you! BE AN ADULT.

"Where's Hanna?" "Who cares." Remember that she not so long ago got hit by a car?

"Go with a red. BE BOLD." I love how a red dress is the only way you can be bold.

"What did she say?" "Some pesky comment about me being gay." "I will destroy her." Great delivery, Spencer, can we see it? I mean, at least Regina ruined Gretchen's ex's date.

Caleb is going to be in detention. Because he is SUCH a rule breaker with the phones.

I do appreciate Hanna's unashamed love for Bieber though. We're not doing "not like those girls" here.

Caleb making fun of Bieber's hair with HIS hair being what it is is funny though.

Their dialogue makes me laugh, it's every enemies to lovers dialogue ever, all the way down to calling her princess.

I get that the whole point is them doing a lot of this date but it's all just so corny.

Aw, Caleb, fucking up Piper's car for Hanna.

Piper acting. I love to see it.

Spencer did do something. Haha.

LOL the anti-drug rhetoric in this show is funny. "I was getting high with a bunch of losers" do you just mean smoking weed?

Yeah, they have tension. I don't like it.

"You walked out on me. Remember?" You fucking cheated, dillhole.

"I'm not some helpless little lamb." You kind of are, Emily.

"I can stand up for myself." "Well, you never did with Alison." She's got a point, Emily.

The funniest thing about Aria in this dress is she looks like a 16 year old girl trying to be an adult to fit into an adult setting. Girl, it's like 5 pm.

And if this was a better show, that would be the point.

"I know it sounds stupid" because it is.

i CaN sTaNd Up FoR mYsElF. she held your head under water, emily, and you pouted.

"I don't want your money." "Then what do you want?" A THANK YOU.

I like how to create atmosphere they just make people needlessly creepy on this show.

[nagisadelune]

Headcanon: Luke as Your Tutor (Part 1)

(Definitely not edited)

Time for another headcanon! As much as I want to imagine this one in the real universe for Tears of Themis, this one is going to need to be its own little AU, so here we go!

For the timeline, imagine that you are in high school with Luke and Rosa. Let's just set the age to around 16, and assume that Luke hasn't left yet.

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"UGH!" The loud crash of your head on the table surprises Luke and Rosa who stare at you. With finals coming up, you know that studying is your first priority, but nothing seems to be sticking in your head. Even with the water and snacks in the library, you still can't seem to understand the topics on your notebook. Rosa peers over you to take a glimpse at what you were reviewing this time.

"Physics?" she questions, noticing the various force diagrams scribbled in the lines of your notebook. You can only sigh as you nod your head a little. For some reason, you know how to do the questions in theory, but you keep getting the wrong answers because you misunderstand what the question asks for.

After lifting your head up from the desk, you begin explaining how you feel, "It's like I know how to do the questions and apply what I need, but the question asks for something different than what I expect." Understanding your frustrations, Rosa just pets your back to show her sympathy. While she tries to comfort you, Luke grabs the notebook and textbook from you to read the question.

"Yeah, I understand what you mean," Luke cuts in. "Sadly, the only way to fully understand what the questions want is by doing them over and over to practice." You sigh, knowing that he's right. Suddenly, you remember what you might've written in your notebook and carefully pull back your notebook from his grasp, trying to hide your red face.

For awhile now, you've taken interest in Luke: he is always such a sweet guy towards you and goes out of his way to make sure you're safe. Maybe it's because you're best friends with Rosa, but you find him to be extremely caring towards you. However, that's where it gets complicated; you and Rosa are always together since she takes you under her wing as her junior, and it's hard to differentiate his feelings towards you and Rosa.

Either way, you like him to the point that writing his name in the corner of the paper helps you calm down and focus on your thoughts while working on homework or a test. Because of this, you forget that his name is written in the corner of a couple pages in the midst of your frustration; the only thing you can do is hope that he doesn't notice it.

To hide your red face, you prop your elbow on the table and hold your temples with your thumb and middle finger. Hopefully, this seems natural to the two people who are worriedly looking at you. You start getting ready to attempt another question from the textbook when you hear Luke speak up from in front of you.

"We can tutor you if you want," he quietly offers. You look up from your paper to see Rosa nodding happily.

"Yeah, I think that it must have to do with the wording of the questions since I know a lot of people who didn't understand it until someone explained it," Rosa explains with a smile on her face. "Trust me, I was one of those people before Luke explained it to me last year." I glance at him and notice his ears turning red from her compliment.

"I'll be back," Luke awkwardly coughs out before quickly escaping the room. While he leaves, his cheeks are already starting to turn red. Your heart sinks thinking that he might actually like Rosa, but you hide it to avoid any conflicts. You watch his figure become smaller before eventually turning back to Rosa who has a mysterious smile growing on her face.

"My beloved junior, you have someone you like, don't you?" she playfully asks, lightly pushing your shoulder.

Immediately, you start panicking, "M-me? No. No way. No one I like. I don't like anyone. I mean who would I-"

"Y/N, your face is so red now," Rosa cut me off. "As your senior, you know you don't have to lie to me." You immediately want to hide since she read you so easily. You can only nod slightly and not make any eye contact before you feel a hand softly pat your head. "No need to be shy. It's normal to have someone you like," she comforts you in a soft tone.

"Was I too obvious?" you mumble, trying to hide your face from her. You were definitely not expecting Rose to notice your little crush towards her friend.

"Not at all," she responds. "In fact, I think I'm the only one who would know." A small weight seemed to come off of your chest when she explains the situation. "So what do you like about Luke?" Rosa suddenly asks. In an instant, you feel your heart beating out of your chest and the blood rising into your cheeks. Before you can even stutter out an answer, Rosa looks at you shocked and questions almost too loudly, "You like him that much!?"

"Rosa, please don't expose me that much!" you exclaim before covering her mouth and looking around the library. Luckily, there aren't many students in the library since today is Friday, but you prepare yourself for making apologies to the other students there. You also don't know if Luke is nearby, and you hope that you never have to find out his reaction to what she just said.

"Sorry, sorry," Rosa starts apologizing in a hushed tone, pulling your hands down from her mouth. "Why didn't you ever tell me that you liked him though?" You can only look down at your twiddling fingers as you try to form an answer.

"I felt like he liked you, and I didn't want to make anything awkward between the three of us," you murmur, picking at the dirt underneath your nails. "I don't want to ruin any relationships with you guys because I'm pretty happy where we are as a group." You have to stop yourself short to make sure you weren't rambling to your busy senior, but when she doesn't respond, you look up to see her soft smile.

"You wouldn't have ruined anything no matter what. Even if he liked me or you, you're allowed to have your feelings," Rosa softly speaks in an attempt to calm your nerves. "Plus, do you really think I would resent you or something for liking my childhood best friend?" You could only shrug to her question as you contemplate what would have happened in a different universe.

"Do you think he even likes me in any way? Even as a friend is fine," you ask her, embarrassed to be asking such a question. You can hear Rosa stifle a small laugh before she tries to respond to you.

"I think he at least doesn't mind being near you," Rosa answers after calming herself. "If he really couldn't stand you, why would he be here with all three of us?" You automatically think of an answer, but you keep it to yourself knowing that Rosa could easily refute your statement in an instant. Slowly, you shake your head no, and Rosa squeezes your hands. "Trust me when I say this: just be yourself around Luke. Either way, he will care about you," she whispers to encourage you. You can only nod before you hear Luke hurrying back.

"Are you guys okay?" he asks concerned, looking between you two. He seems to be sweating a little bit while carrying a plastic bag. His hair sticks a little to his forehead as he tries to wipe the sweat away, and you have to mentally tell yourself to stop staring before it becomes too obvious.

"We're okay," Rosa answers on our behalf. "Our little junior was just getting stressed about that physics final she has coming up, but I should be able to help her." She makes a little lie up to cover for your confession to her. Seemingly understanding the situation, Luke nods before setting the bag down on the table.

"Well maybe it was a good thing that I ran down to the convenience store for some snacks," Luke sighs in relief, revealing the various chips and candy he bought from the nearby store.

"Senior, why so many snacks though?" you question, picking up a packet of gummy bears. You raise your eyes to meet his, but you freeze as his eyes are deeply looking into yours. For a moment, time stops, and you can only hear your heartbeat and barely feel your breaths.

"Our favorite junior deserves some snacks for working so hard," his clear voice rings in your ears as it seems like you two are in your own world. His soft smile seems to radiate the warmth of sunlight, and your body warms from the inside. You clear your throat before looking back at the candy packet in your hand.

"Thank you," your shy voice thanks him, your eyes not able to meet his anymore. You can barely hear him respond back before you open the packet and try to distract yourself from what just happened. Snacking on one gummy, you focus your eyes on the notebook in front of you. However, your mind can't seem to focus on your work, distracted by a certain someone in front of you. While your hand instinctively reaches for the corner of the page, you have to stop yourself because it would be way too awkward to explain what you are writing.

As if on time, Rose suddenly stands up from the desk and starts freaking out, "I totally forgot I have to get back home and help Granny down the street with dinner!" Luke and I look at her shocked; she's never late to help Granny with dinner. "I have to run back right now. Luke, can you tutor and walk Y/N home when you guys are done studying?" Rosa quickly asks as she stuffs her thin jacket and study materials into her backpack. You help her gather her items to speed up the process.

"Yes, don't worry about us," Luke reassures her. "Just get going before Granny gets too worried about you." You see her barely nod as she slings her backpack over her shoulder and leaves the library. Watching her diminishing figure disappearing down the stairs, you can only sigh at the timing.

"I've never seen Rosa run like that or be late," you comment out loud, noticing her uncharacteristic behavior.

"You're right about that," Luke agrees as he peers behind himself for a second before setting his eyes back on you. When you look back at him, you feel frozen seeing him watch you. In the panic, you don't realize it, but she just set you up with Luke. When you realize it, you feel your heart racing and your mind wandering. The vibration from your phone pulls you away as you look at the text message from Rosa: "Good luck."

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Okay, so this is way longer than I thought. I'm going to be making this a two-part headcanon, so you can enjoy the amount of fluff and not-angst this story has. Either way, I hope you liked it! See you in the next one!

Next: Luke as Your Tutor (Part 2)

[lost-technology]

Issues of Fandom Past

I am sorry if I am feeling a little jumpy about blocks lately. (Turns out I solved the mystery as to why so many of my blogs are blanked out on some reblogs / replies from a mutual I've seen - the ops aren't doing it, it's because the moot apparently has a privacy setup for only moot reblogs / replies and I just realized it! Tumblr mechanics stuff. I swear, I've been on this site for years and learn something new every day. It's like playing Skyrim...) I think it's because I did run into, a couple of days ago, someone who didn't have my main blocked (didn't know about it) but had this blog / the Trigun blog blocked and I know why. I saw an old name from SPOOOOOOKY fandom-past come up on Ao3 and was all "Oh, I know that name!" and looked at their profile and saw their listed tumblr profile name, which I recognised when I tried to reblog something insightful I saw them say in terms of a '98 episode-review without commentary. And, nope, they had me blocked. I thought they would have forgotten about me or just not know me anymore / not find or care about the new username. Oh, well.

We had beef, like, 20 years ago. Over 20 years ago. This was someone who was part of a friend group in the old fandom I had a lot of fighting with and, ultimately, I came away with it feeling that I was the one who was mostly if not wholly in the wrong. My fighting started with the friend group when a then-friend of mine would antagonise people and then act like the bullied victim when they responded and would then rely on me as a "good friend" and a more aggressive person to fight their battles for them. Well, that's how it started and not where it ended. I got into it on my own with this set of friends and did my own wankery. I got into it with even more people because I used to have what I'll just lay out as "church-views" and hadn't yet accepted / contended with / or even knew it was a term - my own asexuality with mild sex-repulsion and got really pissy about people's ships and kinks in fandom and harped about the "immorality" of putting non-canon kinks into mah fandom! Yes, I was one of THOSE. But we all get older and hopefully wiser. Cringe dies (or gives way to new and hopefully more benign forms of cringe), but is forever remembered. I do remember, at some point, emailing a letter of apology to one of the friends in this friend-group addressing all and it being taken with gratitude, but I still hadn't examined everything that I needed to deal with at the time. I moved on since then, but I guess this is why my guts clenched when I saw one of the folks I used to know popping up again out of the Internet woodwork over on ol' Ao3 with updated fic-sets and on tumblr. I found out about the block when I was testing the waters on a comment-less reblog, in hopes I was forgotten, maybe, that my new username was unknown, or that we'd reached, after all this time, a level of truce. I don't want to try to be friends, but I think it would be nice if people in the old guard fandom could just pass each other in the hall, wave to each other and move on. Enjoy each others' art and insights, even. I see some people pop up from the old guard fandom. I haven't seen any of my old friends so far and have seen people I do not know who were apparently in other parts of the Internet in OG Trigun fandom who talk about it... but there are a few people who I see a name I recognize and gut-clench. No desire to fight because I'm like "Yeah, I was wrong, you were right, I've moved on," but get that clench because I am filled with shame over it all and am reminded of it. And then there's the matter of people whom I'd probably had problems with probably do have new usernames / different usernames on here and it's almost like? I'd like a list? So that maybe we can preemptively block each other so we don't accidentally share from each other and recoil from it if one or more of us aren't ready to clean-slate each other? I'd like to be clean-slated, but that is only something that guilty people want.

[the-firebird69]

O'Doul's vs Budweiser Zero Non-Alcoholic / NA Beer Review by A Beer Snob...

 beer drinkers who drink  lot sometimes like odouls and it is like tecate and like water more and you cn hydrate not be real drunk

but me ilike beer tastes. and bud zero sounds like that

Zues 

and he said the beer taste makes u for teh lck of alchohol though odoulds tastes like beer for real nust not strong beer or rich.

Hera

It is kind of a wimpy beer a regular guy kind of beer it's like rolling rock a little less liquor tasting but no takade is less liquor but it really it is someone who drinks a lot and doesn't want to get hammered and you want more of the alcohol than this but these days it's kind of tough you can't drink weak beers and Takate is off the shelves they don't sell it and sells dilsekis they can't get it to work and Ducati they they're off the shelf he said you can make him just have to add more alcohol and you will make a fortune and that's actually true they drink so much damn beer and right now they're drinking Modelo and Corona and they're expensive yeah this is a good idea to put this out he wants to know he's walking around thinking it so people wanna do it I guess that was me. It's kind of a curiosity a lot of people have i'll tell you what I really like the Bud 0 better but I don't want to say it . had a full bodied taste an d like beer exactly and without aclchohol you need it...true. It is a substitute for the alcoholism a little bit richer beard taste. I'll tell you what it stays with you a little too and it's nice it's not bad and you go out and you mow the lawn you have a few you're not going to pass out and get sick right now I have to do it. They have to go to treatment and all sorts of things and they don't have time for it and Dave is going to do it soon too we're getting sick and it's too much exposure and people are saying it not taking precautions we're not doing anything about it Saying he's gonna get sick he's got a lot of iodine and salt we don't think so but that's not why he says and we understand that too.

aaron m

we do tis he is ok then not. And we see why but there's nothing wrong with this we need a little drink but what you're saying is you buy the everclear which they don't sell but we can sell something like it and you put it into about zero and he said it's a good idea now I see why no but people can do that because most of the beer just doesn't get drunken and if you run out of Budweiser you can do it but really it's not A It's A It's kind of not good Budweiser is fine and they're trying to core to the market but he says if you want a little in there and you get it you can have it around the house so I said what's the damn point and our friend says that's how you guys roll so let's roll with it it's an emergency kind of thing if y.... it's an emergency kind of thing if you have it you can have it i've had enough of this stuff it's so stupid. People want you to drink you might as well tell them you are for Christ sake but that's not the point of testing it. Based and it's to relax and not be concerned about it and not be concerned about being drunk and have the taste of beer and a friend here says dear goes a long way with a lot of certain foods fried foods it's not too good for you but it tastes great snacks for football pizza and wings and cheese sticks that are fried and chips and pretzels pretzels that goes along with great especially fresh ones and there's a lot of games coming up and it goes with popcorn a little and I've had it it's not too bad it goes with chicken any kind of chicken fried chicken it goes with grade we'd like a cold 45 but above zero would be fine. We don't wanna get too drunk or drink that much we have but zero there the whole time in a few cocktails and it would be enough we tried to get sick. And she is quite you know barbecued chicken sounds great with Bud Zero it's wonderful and Smokey barbecue flavor flavor with beer is something we all know and with the barbecue steak even hamburgers it's wonderful he's right there for certain foods that go with it and we know what they are and someday it's going to be doing it as he needs to barbecue a little pepto is not cutting the mustard

cassandra

and we had fun but misery at the end.  total misery. but hecck we had fun she  had toruble we al did. he says it a lot sorta the trip to the mountain bar fun.  out with brad fun.  and to teh bar and the hotrods he had fun a lot of fun.  yelilng too ahahah lol.  and fun.  this ruled he sys today and he had  afew. too many but still had a great time. they were hot now we see why but still it was  a good time too and tons of fun true he says true and work too was fun. until ppl got run over well ok that was odd a bit funhy and on top seecret projects a great time all had.  and the fight and it went south. not due to tht its the schedule onow this is fun we hear ti too

aaron h

we do this gain but he as  aconsultnt ahha smiliar characters fun ok he says ok good and we willtry and see it

aaron m

we do this and good job and nice belch

casandra

a  pig

Zues

and truely he is one no but ok and i do it too

cassandra

ok ok  ok aaron h

[daja-the-hypnokitten]

Jukebox reviews part 48! For context, see my post “A Project” under  this same tag. If you want to see a full list of his EMCSA stories,  they can be found here, sorted alphabetically.And if you want to see some of his drabbles, check out his blog at @jukeboxemcsa

The Questions

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10/26/2019                                   mc ma

This is a fascinating setting. The way the Rooms are set up to test so many things - the ability to sink into trance, of course, but adaptability, fitness, ability to tolerate discomfort, endurance, all things that good slaves need, if that is truly what they want. And seeing the nameless supplicant go throught this trial, seeing everything through her eyes, is delightful. Except for the water part, but that's a me thing and not a story thing - folk who don't mind descriptions of being in water the way I do will likely enjoy that section more than I did. 9/10 spirals 

 Room 126

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11/2/2019                                     mc mm

I have questions about this hotel, like ... does it only exist for the purposes of brainwashing people like Ronald? Is that it? I don't even know, but something about it just is so dissonant that it distracts me from the story. Beyond that, though, it's a good story with some hot conditioning, and seeing Ronald walk to the room, lay down, and just wait, rationalizing it so naturally is super hot. I just wish we knew how Ronald got from that party to this - how did the rationalization get built? the reisstance to that broken down? 7/10 spirals 

 Vampires Will Never Hurt You

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11/9/2019                                     mc mf md

Hee, oh this is good. Also vampires are a hot button for me, so like, that's definitely a bias I have here. The script format is a clever way to present it, too. Granted, the talking points outside of the vampire stuff, the "liberal attack politics" stuff, is more than a little too real, and that actively makes the story less good because, well, sometimes mirroring reality too closely makes a story less interesting to me. But the vampire parts are super great. 8/10 spirals. 

 Zero Percent

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11/16/2019                                   mc mf md

I like this metaphor! I dunno that I'd ever come up with a way to use it, but it's CLEVER. And I wonder how much set-up the two of them did to make this work, because there's definitely some groundwork that's been done here. Has she even actually forgotten her charger, or does she just not realize it's been packed somewhere? Regardless, this is super hot, and I love the idea of it. 10/10 spirals 

 Cattle and the Creeping Things

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11/23/2019                                   mc ff mf

This is another one of those horror stories that JB writes and that never quite fits in here. Which is fine if you like horror, but horror is so not my genre. 

 Don’t Fight It

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11/30/2019                                   mc ff sf

The control is telepathic/magic, it's serial recruitment, and just having *associations* with the name Dawn that makes it weird AF to see someone named Dawn being left so submissive? yeah, it all adds up to a story that just doesn't quite work for me. I'm sure there are plenty of folk who will enjoy this one, I'm just not one of those people. 5/10 spirals 

 Xhalation

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12/7/2019                                     mc ff

There's so much that bothers me about this story - most of all, that Rowan has no care for the other folk who might be sensitive to strong scents/smoke/etc who are in that space. And because of that, I just can't get much further into the story. But if you like drug-induced control, and a character who's more than a little mean to folk who come off as judgemental about her habits? You'd probably enjoy this more than I do. 6/10 spirals 

 Unaffected

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12/14/2019                                   mc mf md

While I see why a lot of folk might like this one, I just can't. The disconnect between her behavior and her awareness of it, the fact that we don't see the "how" of the control - and that it's magic-tech type control - just .. it misses everything I *like* about mind control stories. 4/10 spirals 

 I’m Coming 4 U

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12/21/2019                                   mc ff

Ah, things are seriously escalating here. Again, this is very much a plot-driven series for me, but hey, we finally get to see the initial process, how 4U was programmed the way she was.  Which is satisfying all its own. And, well, "you know you can't resist" is a line I'm fair fond of, myself. That said, I don't *trust* Delia. She's been too ambitious in the past for me to think it's going to be as easy as it seems to be for Haley after this is all done. 8/10 spirals 

 Pink Cloud

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12/28/2019                                   mc mf md

"Let's try an easier one" he says as he puts out something that requires more tracking; a simple square root is much easier than adding that many numbers in a row. (But don't actually take my word for the scale of difficulty of any math things, I've calculated up to 11! in my head before). That aside, oh gosh this is one of those "this could totally happen at any hypnocon" stories that just absolutely delights me. And the fun of this being an intelligence play scene without leaning all the way into "bimbo" is an added bonus, too. And the Goblin Viscount is just so perfectly mannered, Jareth could take a lesson or three. 10/10 spirals

[paradisetemporarilymisplaced]

So I was being a basic bitch the other day and listening to my true crime podcasts when it occurred to me just how suspicious Nile’s “death” would look to everyone not in the Guard, leading me to a train of thought that, 2200 words later, absolutely got away from me but I can’t let go so I’m inflicting it on all of you!

To set the stage, we know the movie takes place over approximately a week. Here’s what happens to Nile from the military’s point of view:

She dies is very seriously injured

She heals without a scratch

Just before she’s supposed to be shipped out to Germany, she vanishes, leaving two men concussed (and presumably reporting being knocked out by a woman with short hair wearing civilian clothes)

She goes AWOL for several days

They get word from the CIA that she is to be reported killed in action (details unclear)

So, at the beginning of this very weird week, the USMC has to tell Nile’s family of her death critical injury. What her family was told depends on how long she was dead – a Google search tells me that family will be notified in person within 8 hours of a soldier’s death, but we don’t know how long her first death lasted. For an injury, however, they’d get a phone call to notify them and the unit would arrange for them to visit as soon as the soldier is transferred out of a combat zone. Like I remember when I was in high school, a guy from my church who was a Marine was really seriously injured in a helicopter crash in Iraq and from what I could tell, his parents were told immediately and were flown out to Germany to see him, so it stands to reason that Nile’s family would have been informed relatively quickly after her throat was slashed, one way or another.

And then, she goes AWOL. Her family would be notified while the USMC tried to figure out where she went, not least because the military would want to know if she’s contacted them. (And it’s possible that her family may have been on the way to Germany to see her since we know that’s where she was supposed to go!) So for several days:

Nile’s mom and brother have no idea where she is

They know she was seriously injured and most certainly should not have been moving around on her own

They can’t get a hold of her

The military can’t tell them anything

And the next thing they know for sure is that she was “killed in action.” After being injured and vanishing into thin air. And they presumably cannot produce her body or any concrete evidence of her death. In any case, something sketchy is going on, so they’re like. SMELLS LIKE A MILITARY COVERUP.

In a surprise to probably no one, there is a well-documented legacy of mysterious US military deaths, particularly of women of color (TW for sexual assault in these links). The cases of LaVena Johnson and Vanessa Guillenin particular have made national news because of their families’ persistence in seeking justice. Likewise, Nile is a Black woman, and her mom and brother are most certainly hypercognizant of (a) state violence against Black people and (b) these high-profile cases of suspicious military deaths. So her family are seriously side-eyeing the situation, knowing that (a) the military has a serious incentive (and a documented history) of covering up things that make them look bad and (b) nothing about Nile’s disappearance and supposed death are adding up.

And Andy’s right. Nile does come from warriors. And you know who else does? Her brother.

Don’t get me wrong. Nile’s mom would absolutely not back down. She’d know something was up and want to get to the bottom of it. But based on what I know about Gen X parents (mine), they’re not the most technologically savvy. Like they can use the internet, but they didn’t grow up with it the way we young millennials and Gen Z did. So Nile’s brother takes the lead. And what do zillennials do best?

Social media.

Nile’s brother starts going hard on any site he can, trying to get the word out to see if anyone knows what happened to his sister. He starts a Reddit thread. He starts a Facebook group. He reaches out to the media and true crime bloggers and podcasters à la Sarah Turney, getting loud and being a general nuisance in hopes of getting some answers. He gets his friends and Nile’s friends involved. Maybe eventually Dizzy, Jay, and others from Nile’s unit hear about it and reach out, telling him what they saw and how weird it all was. He’s drumming up interest, and soon “Nile Freeman” becomes a household name (at least among the true crime fans).

Copley is, of course, trying his best, but at this point there is just so much that it’s impossible for him to scrub everything. Sure, he can erase new footage of Nile and the Guard, but what can he do about Reddit threads and podcast episodes that are speculating something weird has happened? Maybe he could hack the sites and shut those things down, but honestly, that’s the last thing he’d want to do, because that only adds weight to the theory that Nile’s disappearance is a military coverup. So eventually he has to tell Andy what’s going on.

Andy, obviously, does not take the news well. However, she is also completely computer illiterate, because that’s Booker’s job and he’s the only one who ever bothered to learn what the internet is in any meaningful way. (She probably calls Booker for advice, and for the record, I think Booker would have no qualms about shutting down conspiracy threads, tinhats be damned, but Copley is too concerned about the consequences. He’s ex-CIA for crying out loud, he knows how it’ll look if they scrub every mention of Nile’s name from the internet.) Maybe she confers with Joe and Nicky but, let’s be honest, they’d be equally unhelpful. So at this point, she knows they have to bring in Nile.

But the thing about Nile is that she, too, knows how to use the internet (duh). Aside from her being a young millennial/digital native, we know from the cave scene where she’s giving Booker suggestions on how to track Copley that she clearly is even more computer savvy than the average person. And for that reason she almost definitely took over the day-to-day tech stuff after Booker’s exile. So I think it would be foolish to expect her to be unaware of what’s happening. She’s not contacting her family or posting on the message boards or anything, but she knows what’s up. So Copley and the team probably sit her down to “break the news,” but we know the girl does not have a poker face (see: literally shooting herself in the foot and not being able to play it cool whatsoever) and cracks immediately, telling them she’s seen everything about her case – she’s not interacting with any of it, she certainly didn’t instigate anything, but she knows. (And she is so goddamn proud of her brother.)

At this point, I’d like to pause and consider Nile’s role in the overall narrative of this movie. She’s set up as a foil to Andy, obviously, but she’s also a foil to Booker. Booker, who, like Andy, is a serious pessimist, but who, unlike Andy, still has very fresh memories and trauma associated with being the new kid, which have destroyed him. In his mind (and Andy’s), if Nile communicates with her family, she’ll become just like him in a century or two – bitter, alone, and stuck with her grief and memories of watching her family die and knowing they died resenting her. It’s a small sample size, but this is the only experience they have to go off of.

But it doesn’t have to be like that.

There’s been a lot of discussion of TOG being a fundamentally queer movie – a group of people brought together because of something inherent about themselves that is different, that must be hidden, that causes others to hate, fear, and reject them. Booker’s backstory is the archetypal traumatic “coming out” story – his family learns who he is, hate him for it, and attempt to cast him out of their lives. He’s stuck with his trauma, his pain, his loss, and it consumes him.

But what if Nile’s family would be the opposite? What if her “coming out” to them as immortal is met with acceptance, love, celebration? What if her family is just overjoyed to have her back, and they don’t care what the circumstances are? I'm reminded of this incredible post from @shitty-old-guard-deaths a while back, where Nile’s mother hits Booker with a frying pan because “my baby let me believe she was dead for FIVE YEARS based on your bad advice???” (which may or may not have inspired this whole tangent). Nile takes the advice of someone who did the same thing she wants to do because she doesn’t want to risk her family’s rejection. She wants the good memories with her family and is afraid that showing them her true self will bring her unbearable pain, forever replacing those memories. But, with high risk comes high reward.

Anyway. Nile and the team are trying to come up with a plan for how to handle this whole thing, but she’s not really participating because she’s too afraid to hope. Until finally, quickly, so she doesn’t lose her nerve, she suggests she reach out to them, knowing that, realistically, that’s the only solution before things snowball even further out of control. The team is shocked, but realize that she has a point. They decide that Copley should actually be the first point of contact, posing as a US government official to talk with them and test the waters.

So Copley goes to Nile’s family’s house to talk with her mom and brother. They’re probably distrustful and apprehensive, but nonetheless secretly ecstatic that their work has paid off. They talk and review all of the information that they’ve collected, including testimonials from the people on Nile’s base and recent sightings (along with photos) of Nile (with the same three people) over the last few years that people have sent them but they haven’t posted publicly. At this point, Copley’s like, yeah this is about to blow up, we gotta put our cards on the table. He convinces them to come with him to some safe house/black site/whatever he can get that is technologically impenetrable (I’m picturing them in like, an interrogation room at a police station kind of deal), takes their phones, locks the doors, and brings in Nile.

What follows is the most delightful reunion scene of all time, bringing Joe, Nicky, and even Andy to tears as they watch and listen from outside the room. With Copley’s help, Nile tells her mom and brother about her immortality and what’s been going on since she died (within reason, of course), and they are thrilled. They don’t understand why (because no one does) but they don’t question it and they see it as a gift from God – she’s been resurrected, she will live, and she has a purpose. Her mother and brother are so happy to see her again and are willing to agree with pretty much anything to stay in her life as long as they can.

So. They set up some complicated agreement (they bring in the other three for support/intimidation as needed) setting the terms of their relationship. They swear Nile’s family to secrecy, maybe bringing up the lab to show how high the stakes are, and they readily agree. They come up with some cover story for Nile’s brother to share on the message boards (maybe that the government has opened an investigation but because it’s an open case he has to shut it all down? Tells people to direct their tips somewhere else? Something to that effect). There’s still speculation, of course, but without Nile’s brother at the helm providing the energy, the hype dies down as news stories are wont to do without any movement. And Nile’s family goes to work for the team. The experience has taught them that Copley can’t possibly do everything himself, especially when it comes to social media, so Nile’s brother takes the lead on the day-to-day tracking/social media while Copley and her mom focus on finding jobs and scrubbing their traces afterward.

So there you have it: Nile gets to integrate her biological family into her found family and spend the rest of their lives with them as it should be, Copley gets some badly needed help managing the reality of social media, the team finally has a positive narrative surrounding outsiders Knowing About Them AND about interacting with people from their previous life, and the audience gets the happy ending to this very lovely and very queer story to counteract the pain associated with Booker’s family.

Plus, you know, I’m a sucker for both a good government conspiracy theory and for Nile getting every good thing she deserves.

[fqreverwinter]

“teacher’s pet”

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relationship: tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

summary: teaching freshman chemistry is not always a dream, especially during the last class on a friday. you are having a hard time getting anyone to participate, but a surprise visit from the boy you love most boosts everyone’s spirits.

warnings: light cursing

word count: 2.9k

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“Okay, who’s ready to start?” you asked with a smile, taking a sip of your water. No one answered, making you laugh.

It was the last period of the school day. You were attempting to teach chemistry to a group of unenthusiastic freshman that just wanted to go home. It was understandable. It wasn’t too long ago that you were in this same position, just trying to get through the school day.

As this was the last class on a Friday, you didn’t blame them for being tired. You didn’t want to do anything, either. You wanted to go home just as badly.

“I know, I know. This sucks. I promise you today isn’t that bad. We’re just gonna go over the homework from last night and review some basic terms. Nothing extravagant, right?”

“Ms. Parker?” a boy in the middle asked. You so badly wanted to remember his name, but given it was the second week of school and you taught over a hundred kids, it just wasn’t coming to you.

With a smile, you said, “Yes, honey?”

“Are you gonna be checking the homework?”

You sighed. “No. But I told you guys my policy. You guys can vote on if I check homework, but if you don’t get it checked, then your only grades will be quizzes and tests. So I’d just do the homework and try to boost those grades, okay? I only check for completion, not accuracy.”

You got a few nods in response. With a smile, you grabbed your packet and moved to the front of the classroom.

“How about we just do some question-and-answer? Keep it a little interesting, yeah? Just please try to participate.”

There was no response. It was nothing new; you were used to talking to the wall. This was only your second year as a full-time teacher, but you quickly learned that fifteen-year-olds didn’t really want anything to do with chemistry. Having dedicated hours upon hours to making your lessons somewhat interesting, it bummed you out that barely anyone participated. But you adjusted to each class pretty well, and you tried to engage them in the ways they liked best.

However, with it being so early in the year, you found yourself talking to no one for the most part. But you still came every day with a bright smile and good music. After all, you were still the youngest teacher in the school.

“We’ll start out easy. Can anyone tell me what an atom is?”

No response. Even from your usual kiss-ups, there was no answer. You sighed.

“Come on, guys. Bear with me. Just a simple answer?”

Still nothing. You huffed, walking to your desk and grabbing a handful of fun-size candy bars you kept on hand. You held them out for everyone to see.

“Whoever answers my question gets a treat. If you get three right, I have full-sized ones over here, too. Now, are we gonna try again?”

A few people perked up. With a laugh, you sat on an empty desk at the front and spread the candies out next to you.

“This is more like it. Now, what’s an atom?”

A few hands shot up. You giggled and picked on someone in the back. When she correctly gave you the definition, you tossed her a mini Snickers bar.

“That’s one point for you. Are we having fun now?”

Everyone nodded as the girl in the back opened up her treat.

"Alright! So, what three particles make up an atom?" you asked, hanging your legs over the desk. A student towards the right side raised his hand. As you went to call on him, there was a knock on your door. You turned and gasped, seeing the beautiful face of Peter Parker on the other side of the glass. You jumped off the desk and ran to open it, greeting him with a hug.

"Hi, Peter!" you whispered excitedly, nearly squeezing him.

"Hey, easy there," Peter replied with a laugh and pried you off of him. Awkwardly, you both turned to your confused class, which was staring at you with blank expressions and furrowed brows.

With a light blush, you cleared your throat. "Everybody, this is my husband."

"Hello," he greeted with a small wave, making a couple kids chuckle.

"Ms. Parker, you're married?" a boy named Caleb asked.

"Yes, so it's actually Mrs. Parker, and this is Mr. Parker. Which reminds me, Mr. Parker," you joked, turning to him with a grin. "What are you doing here?"

He shrugged. "I got off work early, so I decided to surprise you. I brought you some coffee and a donut."

Peter handed you the bag with a big smile, causing you to giggle.

"Well, there's still twenty minutes left to the day. Take a seat at my desk, would you, honey?"

"Anything for you, my love," Peter replied with a wink, walking across the room and plopping into your chair.

"Wow, Mrs. Parker, he is so sweet. You are so lucky," a student named Kayla said, flashing your husband a smile before turning to you.

You faked a smile and muttered through gritted teeth, "Thanks, Kayla."

"How long have you been married?" someone else shouted out.

"How long did you date?"

"Is he a good kisser?"

With an eye roll, you looked to Peter, who was fighting laughter by biting down on his thumb. You shook your head at his dumb grin and looked back at your class.

"Alright, I'll strike a deal. Let's just finish the last five minutes of these notes and you can ask my husband anything. Fair?"

The class nodded in response. With an exhale, you took your spot back on top of the desk and crossed your legs.

"Now, where were we?" you asked, tapping your pen on your chin.

"You asked what three particles make up an atom," Kayla began. "They are protons, neutrons, and electrons."

"That's right. Thank you, Kayla," you said with a fake smile again. God, you hated kiss-ups. You hesitantly tossed her a piece of candy then turned to the class. "Who can tell me which is positively charged?"

A few hands shot up. As you continued to instruct the class, Peter watched you with a look of adoration. Both of you were science nerds, but you followed your passion into teaching. He loved the way you channeled all your little quirks and quips about chemistry into something that could teach kids. Peter couldn't help but feel his heart race every time your face lit up when rambling about the electron cloud or when you laughed lightly when someone actually answered a question right.

You were absolutely perfect to him, no matter what you were doing.

"Okay, this one is a little tricky. Do we remember what an isotope means?"

No one answered. The students stared at you with blank expressions, making Peter bite back laughter again.

"It was in your homework last night. No one remembers?"

There was still no response. You were about to explain the answer when someone said, "I know it."

You turned to see your husband raising his hand, a cocky look plastered on his face. You rolled your eyes.

"Go ahead, honey."

"An isotope is a form of the same element that contains an equal number of protons but a different number of neutrons in the nucleus, which gives it a different atomic mass but not any different chemical properties."

With a satisfied grin, Peter leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. You looked at your students who all stared at him with dumbfounded expressions. He bit back laughter as you shook your head.

"Can you explain it so that those of us without a master's in science can understand?"

He scoffed jokingly, putting on a big smile. "It's a form of the same element with the same amount of protons but a different amount of neutrons."

"Thank you," you said, narrowing your eyes. He blew you a kiss before you turned back to your class. "Does that ring a bell?"

You got a few muffled yeah’s in response.

"Okay. Make sure if you don't have that definition, write it down. It'll be on your test in two weeks."

After repeating the answer and giving them a few minutes to copy it down, you stood up and cleared your throat.

"Since you all stuck through this, and it's Friday, we can end early and you can bombard my husband with questions. Who wants to go first?"

A bunch of hands shot up. You laughed and turned to Peter, saying, "Go ahead."

"Uh," he said with an uneasy smile. "You, in the blue jacket."

"Why are you a nerd?" Caleb asked. He was a pain in your ass, and you thought it was so funny that Peter chose him first.

"Because it made me rich. Next question?"

You bit your lip to hold back laughter as all of Caleb's friends muttered "ooh" in a mocking tone.

"You're rich?" someone shouted out.

"No, but I could be."

"Where do you work?"

"A company."

"What's your job?"

"Science."

Peter wasn't even picking hands anymore as kids kept calling out questions. He kept giving vague answers, but it was enough to keep them entertained. And, truthfully, you were just as entertained as them. Until the questions started to get a little more personal.

"Do you love Ms. Parker?"

"With my whole heart," he answered, giving you a sweet smile. You faked a gag, making the kids laugh.

"How long have you been dating?"

"For almost eight years, but we've been married seven months."

"Only seven months?" a girl named Katie asked. "I thought you would've been married for, like, five years!"

"Five years? How old do you think I am?" you said jokingly.

"I dunno, like old enough to be married for five years."

"Listen, five years ago, I was probably at a party somewhere making some bad fashion choices. I was not old enough to be married."

Peter snickered, "I liked your bad fashion choices."

"I still looked good compared to you," you fired back. The students all laughed and made that mocking "ooh" noise again.

"Do you have kids?" someone called.

"No," he answered quickly.

"Do you want kids?"

"Can you be a little less personal?" you countered with a slight cringe. "This is supposed to be fun, so let's keep it light."

People stopped shouting out questions for a second, until Kayla raised her hand. Holding in a groan, you nodded at her.

"Mr. Parker, what inspired you to study science?" she asked, folding her hands neatly on her desk. You looked at Peter with an annoyed smile as he faked a grin.

"Well, I just always thought it was cool, y'know, learning about our world. It came easy to me."

She smiled and nodded. You couldn't stand her anymore, and you started to wonder how you were going to go the entire year with her in your class.

"Do you like Spiderman?" a boy in the back called.

"He's pretty cool," Peter answered, flashing you a quick look. "Why do you ask?"

"I thought I told you, honey. We love Spiderman in this classroom. I always have a copy of The Bugle on my desk."

"Oh! Right. Well, she always steals the paper from me, so I don't read as much as you guys do. But I think he's pretty neat."

The two of you exchanged another knowing look. Truthfully, you brought in the newspaper every day to brag about your husband's heroic feats without anyone knowing. Some teachers here were married to lawyers, other to politicians, but you had them all beat without them knowing.

The clock ticked closer to three o'clock. Everyone began to pack their belongings, and the bell rang a few seconds later. Kids shoved each other out of the way to get out of the building first.

"Have a good weekend! Please be safe! And don't forget to start studying for your Periodic Table quiz on Tuesday!" you called as the group ran out of your room. Once everyone was gone, you closed the door and let out a big sigh.

"I see why you come home tired all the time," Peter commented, making you laugh.

"It's like dealing with toddlers all day, if toddlers were able to have cohesive thoughts."

“But you did a wonderful job, my love,” he said with a cute smile. You giggled and placed a quick kiss on his lips.

“Why thank you.”

Before you had time to add another sarcastic comment, Peter pulled you into his lap. You gasped, shocked at the quick motion, and fell against his chest. He began laughing as he peppered kisses all over your cheeks.

“Peter!” you scolded through giggles. “Warning, please!”

“Spontaneity, darling, spontaneity.”

“Wait, stop, stop,” you said, pushing him away lightly. He pulled back with a fake pout, making you roll your eyes.

“How did you get in here?”

“Harry called and said I was a representative of Oscorp returning a meeting request with Mrs. Parker about a potential field trip,” he answered, his face lighting up as he said Mrs. Parker.

You furrowed your brows, “And they believed him?”

He shrugged, “I guess so. Weren’t you happy to see me?”

“I mean, of course, but that points out a major flaw in our school security.”

Peter laughed, “Everyone listens to the rich people. It just so happens that the rich people happen to be some of my closest friends.”

“Yeah, okay, I get it,” you joked. “Now, can I finish up my work so we can go home?”

“One more minute?” he asked with a hopeful smile. With a sigh, you nodded and leaned into his chest. Peter wrapped his arms around you and held you close, placing a light kiss on your forehead.

“I love you,” he said softly. “You’re my whole world, and I really am so proud of everything you do here.”

You looked up at him, a light blush covering your cheeks. “I love you, too.”

The door to your classroom opened, startling you both. You quickly jumped off of Peter’s lap as you locked eyes with the intruder.

“Oh! I’m sorry. I didn’t realize you had a visitor,” Regina Woodrow, a fellow science teacher said.

“Yeah, um, it’s fine,” you answered quickly. “Regina, this is my husband, Peter.”

He looked at you quickly, recognizing the name. Regina was the chair of the science department at your school, and she was an absolute nightmare. She was more than double your age, but she had a personal vendetta against you ever since you were hired. You never knew why. You complained to Peter about her almost every night.

“Peter Parker! What a beautifully alliterative name,” she said, shaking his hand. “It’s so nice to meet you.”

“You as well,” he said with a smile.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt. I know it’s a Friday and you probably have plans, but I just wanted to remind you that we have a department meeting on Monday before school.”

“Yep, I’m aware. It’s marked on my calendar,” you answered.

“Perfect. I just wanted to make sure you remembered to attend, since you were so…conveniently absent from the last once, when it was your turn to bring breakfast.”

“I wasn’t conveniently absent,” you countered. “I had that date taken off for weeks. I was at an Oscorp exhibition with my husband.”

“Whatever the cause was,” Regina said with a shrug. “Just know we expect breakfast on Monday.”

“And I’ll have it there, don’t you worry.”

“Sounds good!” she said with a fake smile. “Have a great weekend, and it was so lovely to meet you, Peter Parker!”

“Yep. Same to you.”

She gave you two one more glance before leaving your room and closing the door. Peter stretched out his hand, flicked his wrist, and webbed the door shut.

“Pete!” you shouted in surprise.

“What?!” he asked, startled at your outburst.

“What the hell was that?! You wore your web-shooters to school?! There are cameras!”

“Relax! No one will know. Plus, no more interruptions.”

You rolled your eyes, “You’re awful.”

“You know you love me.”

“Mhm.”

You started putting away any stray supplies as he spun in your chair, looking all around.

“So that was the lovely Mrs. Woodrow?” he asked.

“That was her. Isn’t she a peach?”

“Just as wonderful as you described,” he snickered. “And that girl in the front? Kiss-Up Kayla?”

“Oh, she’s even better. Just wait until I ask her on Monday why she was hitting on my husband.”

“Oh, baby, you know I only have eyes for you,” Peter said in a sarcastic tone. You threw an eraser at him, which he caught quickly.

“You and those damn senses. I can never win.”

“Can we get going now? I was thinking we can go for an early dinner, then spend all night inside…”

Peter wrapped his arms around your waist as his sentence trailed off. You giggled, placing a quick kiss on his cheek.

“I guess so. Come on, Spiderman. Clean your webs off my door and we can go.”

“Sweet!” he shouted, running past you with your bag in his hand. You rolled your eyes, locked your computer, and followed your overexcited husband out of the school.

[ferg0s]

Oh, so I’m just gonna be over here needing water from how good your writings are. Babes you’re gonna kill me with some of these breeding fics 😭 could we get more Kasamatsu please! Oh, and how’re you doing??

Kasamatsu supremacy 🙌🏼 alsoooo My winter break just started so I’m soooo happpy. I’m gonna get back into writing so I’m even more stoked about that.

Nsfw Ofc , minors don’t interact

Kasamatsu was the typical boy next door. The man who singly handedly kept chivalry alive. The one who always held doors open for people - no matter how far they were - the one to give you notes when you missed a lecture, the one who would always mark your name on the attendance sheet when you couldn’t make it to an seminar, the one to always pay for coffee, lunch and snacks during study session. He was a ray of sunshine in the hell hole you two were stuck in.

But why did you want to change that? What fuelled your urge to destroy that innocent spark in his eyes? What made you want to corrupt his angelic nature?

It started with the tight, v-neck shirts. You two studied together in the library after your classes were done. You would look up from your laptop occasionally to see if Kasamatsu was looking - but each time you were met with the sight of a hyper focused Kasamatsu working on an assignment. You hated it. You started to sit next to him instead of being across to him. You made sure to leave as little space as possible between the two of you. You wore push ups bras, Straps tightened all the way to a ensure your boobs were barely staying in your shirt. Still, no response. You began to purposely roll your pens over to his side, reaching over him to grab it - and that’s when you saw him take the first glance. Success.

First you would roll your pen, then it progressed to you reaching over to grab his things, placing your bag on his side - and each time he fell for your trap. You got a sick sense of excitement out of it. Eventually, the short glances became too dull - and you werent planning on stopping.

You’d invite him over to your dorm - you two would always study for tests in your dorm - but something that was not part of your tradition was you being in short-shorts and a tank top. The two would always be wearing some sort of hoodie or sweats, so seeing the sudden change in attire was surprising to him. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t react at all. Each time he came over the more suggestive your clothes got. It wasn’t hard to see the dark red blush on his cheeks as he tried to focus on reviewing his notes. You were always looking for an excuse to be close to him, to bend down infront of him or get on your knees. Ans each time you left him flustered and stumbling on his words. You knew he didn’t look - he respected you too much to look at you like that - but that was only until you stopped wearing shorts. When you greeted him at the door when only your panties and a tank top on, you knew you had won over his morals. He stared, shamelessly, when you bent down to grab a drink from your mini fridge. You tried your best to ignore the boner in his pants, biting your lips to hold back a grin.

Your shift in conversations didn’t help either. From asking about basketball practice to urging him to tell you his kinks. It didn’t help that you only had those conversations when you were alone in your dorm, in your underwear. “Tell me!” You whined. “Why do you need to know-“ “C’mon! I wanna know how Yukio Kasamatsu likes his girls! Boobs or ass?” He would brush off the conversation and resume studying. But sometimes he would slip up. “-no tell me! Have you tried badkshots?” “…no..” “NO WAY?! Just baby making missionary-“ “I haven’t tried anything.” The awkward silence didn’t help his growing blush. “You’re a virgin?” You asked, breaking the silence. “Yeah,” he admitted, eyes glued to his notebook. You knew he wasn’t studying, he was too embarrassed to show his face.

“So-“ You began, voice dripping with mischief. “You don’t know what you like?” You two had a habit of sitting on the floor during your study sessions, so you began to crawl your way over to him. “I- umm- no - but-“ “but?” “I’ve seen stuff I like-“ he finally got the courage to look up, his breath getting caught in his throat when he was met by your eyes. You were so close to him, mere inches away from his face. You could feel his breath on your lips, you could feel the heat radiating off his cheeks. “Tell me, Yukio,” You said getting up. You stood up and walked behind him, sitting down and bringing your lips close to his ear. “What do you like?”

Your hands snaked their way from his back to his crotch. You began to palm the bulge in his pants. His breath hitched and his muscles tensed. “I-“ He let out a moan when your squeezed his growing member. “I like it when you touch me like that,” he managed to breath out. “Oh really?” You teased. Your hand grabbed into his shoulder to balance yourself as you got on your knees. You leaned in closer to him, lips ghosting the shell of his ear. “What else do you like?” You whispered.

“I like,” he paused to grunt. “-your lips.” You smiled and pulled away from his ear, dipping down to his neck and placing a soft kiss on the side. He let out a gasp when he felt your lips. “Do you like that?” You asked. “Mmhmm.” He responded. You began to pepper soft kisses on his neck, when you felt him twitch you began to suck on his neck, swirling your tongue on his skin and leaving dark marks. He was fully erect, his hard dick causing a tent in his pants. You pulled your hand away, recoiling back to his chest, your hands feeling down his toned chest as they made their way to the waist band of his sweats. Pushing past the elastic waist, you were greeted with a moan as your fingers slide past his underwear and to his dick. Your cold fingers grabbed his hot, throbbing dick. Your palms slowly glided across his shaft.

Kasamatsu was a moaning mess. Hands gripped so hard that his knuckles were white. Eyes shut and head thrown back. The feeling of your teeth sinking into his skin didn’t help him either. You knew he was a virgin - but you were still shocked when he came in his pants so quick. The dark wet spot was visible in his grey sweats and his face glowed a dark red.

You pulled your hand out, the tips of your fingers sticky from his cum.

“You know,” you said as you stood up. You got on your feet, walking in-front of him and watching his dazed out eyes drift up to you. His eyes widened when you began to take off your shirt. You could see the bulge in his pants begin to reappear once he realized he realized you weren’t wearing a bra underneath. “You never told me what kind of stuff you watch.” You took off your panties and stood infront of him.

The way he looked up at you - like a mortal who had just witnessed a Goddess for the first time - was a look you knew you would never get tired from.

[talkingharrystyles]

🌌This may be controversial to a few, but they were both PR, which many of of you already guessed it but here’s a review: I’ll discuss them separately to save space. Here’s what known about hendall from people asked.

Just as Haylor, Hendall managers introduced them (PR rule 1). Kris wanted Kendall to partner with a singer to propel her modeling career. Justin Bieber wasn’t into it, so Harry fitted the role. Model-musicians are often used because musicians uses emotional connection with listeners to create perceived intimacy through story telling. And our society is attracted to the stories of people praised as beautiful (models).

For Modest it was to reinforce “the womanizer” image and silence sexuality rumors. Hendall was done in a more friendly and mysterious way than Haylor because that was a Pr nightmare like Holivia is with the over saturation of romance content. Rule number 1: don’t overwhelm your audience with too much info. You want to spoon them with just enough to get them interested but not enough that lose interest over fatness of info.

That’s why you had them reported dating and seen doing romantic stuff but when confronted saying “We’re friends. He’s cool, yeah, he’s cool. You go out with one person, you’re automatically dating them.”, and “I mean, went out for dinner, but no, I guess.”

Not to mention Khloe response after the yacht pics “Do I think they’re dating? Yes. I don’t know if they’re like boyfriend-girlfriend, nowadays I don’t know. People are weird with stuff. So, I don’t know their title. But I mean, they were in St. Barts together hanging out, so to me that’s dating.” Uh… Khloe you can just ask your Kenny. She wasn’t private to be papped under the blanket with Harry and with him waving her legs, so she shouldn’t have an issue with a confirmation statement released.

The reason why denial is such a used and telling tactic of PR is to build speculation. The less you know the more you wonder and the more you wonder the more your mind will create fictional scenarios that’ll make you talk more about it and be invested in wanting to know more about them. Because where’s all the fun in knowing all the details?

Another sign of PR: rumors of them attending shows yet never physically doing so or barely interacting. Shortly after their first date in 2013, Kris a source shared that Kendall was presenting an award to one direction and it didn’t happen. That was leaked just to generate hype for the AMA, Kendall, and one direction. Award shows are planned months in advance; unless you’re someone very very influential, the invitation, seating chart, performers, and presenters aren’t going to be redone to support your narrative. Take how deuxmoi hyped up Harris reed fashion show with that blind of Olivia getting outfits and her and Harry on the red carpet. Or the Super Bowl commercial that Harry was suppose to have? All of that are collaborative leaks done to hype up whatever project in focus in order to create momentum so people would watch, views would increase and the shows would appear as an organic success. Not because people were genuinely interested in the show/person of the show but because audiences were invested in seeing their favorite celebrities in attendance and the drama enfolding. That’s why when the day comes, the show happens, you’d hear the excuse “schedules conflicts prevented them from attending”🥱

Hendall first time was kind of like a testing the waters phase. Ofc they got what they wanted but Kris wants big for her kids as did modest with one direction. They weren’t going to lock them in a year long contract where if they didn’t get along well, they couldn’t get out of and had to endure decreasing market value. That’s why people have said “a renewal was only an option depending on how well received they were.” That’s too why they weren’t that heavily PDA papped together as they later became.

Fast forward to 2014 they ran into each other reportedly, and then Kendall’s hospitalized for “exhaustion” (that’s used to cover up something much more serious), 1D final album, amplified sexuality rumors, and Zayn’s departure. Not to mention Harry already knowing Jeff (who y’all know is friends with the Kardashians) and wanting to start work on his solo career- ✨yachtgate. Suddenly people’s attention is redirected onto Hendall on a boat and those listed issues are publicly overshadowed. Then they went incognito, still with no confirmation, and “fan pics” and sightings, in lieu of paps, were used to keep the narrative alive in the media. Mainstream media and celebrity share a profitable symbiotic relationship. Media sites were saying “ooh is that them… they’re so cute!” Well E! you could just speed dial Kris for an answer. But nope it’s all goes back to speculation and mystery. That, too, was what compensated for hendall lack of sexual chemistry-the mystery that accompanies their never-confirmed relationship.

The chemistry people saw was a result of them being friends; so it wasn’t difficult or uncomfortable for them to be relaxed and engage in PDA because they were friends and didn’t mind having to been seen for publicity. Even the performance on the yacht wasn’t a drag because they got along well. We’ve all have done something affectionate with friends (hold hands, hug, cuddle maybe kiss), that could be interpretative as flirtatious to onlookers. But imagine having to be forced to be around someone you can’t stand and/or have nothing in common with and pretend to be playful and in love. I hadn’t met Harry during Hendall but there were rumors that they were privately involved with other people. Lastly because some argue about that “iCloud leak” in defense of hendall. The validity of that leak is questionable because that was during the chronological time Robin was privately dealing with his health issues. Anne was his primary caretaker so all of the info of his declining health (doctor contacts, notes, emails, etc) would had been stored on there. If that was an uncontrollable “leak”, Harry would had been in courts that same day suing the hell out of the hackers because that invaded into his personal life. Haylor will be in another post.

🌌

[kodzuvii]

CLUB STUPID [EXTRA: there’s a pretty girl in our kitchen]

PAIRING - suna x fem!reader ft. suna rizu aka the little sister :)

GENRE - crack + fluff

warning - just grammar and spelling mistakes lol + y/n cuts her finger + y/n is implied to be really short + suna is a bit ooc but that’s because he’s a simp for you <3

wc - 7k

SYNOPSIS - Club Stupid, an anonymous podcast meant for the dumb and dumbest to send in unspoken and nonsensical thoughts about issues they face in their day to day lives and for Y/n to speak out and give her opinions and feelings. Normal feelings though, nothing romantic like how she thinks this lazy guy with questionable hair in the volleyball club is actually pretty cute.

a/n: bringing this baby back because we recently hit 5k notes :D this is also my peace offering for my sudden absence on this blog LMAO sit back and enjoy as we catch up with suna and yn as well as witness whipped!suna 

[Somewhere at the start of December]

“I don’t understand”

“Don’t understand what?”

“You’re the one who failed your test, why am I the one buying groceries?”

“Because I paid during our last date”

“Rin, I’m helping you study. Does this even count as a date?” 

You looked down at your hands that were holding bags full of ingredients you needed to make some sukiyaki. With the boys being on break from volleyball, Suna had texted you after school asking for help to review for a retake on a test he failed. 

You had to take a double-take while reading the text because, Suna? Studying? Willingly? A rare combination.

The original plan was to go straight to his house since his family owned a really nice kotatsu table that also acted as a couch. With winter settling in and the weather starting to get much colder, you and Suna quickly realized that neither of you enjoyed going out during this time of the year. Sure, the snowflakes were pretty, but sitting comfortably under a warm kotatsu surrounded by snacks while you tried to get his mind around trigonometry sounded more appealing

Suna looked down at you, “You’re acting as if you’re not craving a hot pot right now,” You rolled your eyes, “I never said I wasn’t craving it, I just know that I’m gonna be doing most of the work because your ass can’t cook” you reasoned. Suna shrugged, “not my fault you decided to upgrade your cooking skills during the past 5 months we’ve been together” You rolled your eyes and buried your face deeper into Suna’s scarf that was wrapped around your neck in an attempt to cover up the blush rising up on your cheeks. 

A smug smile came upon Suna’s lips as he watched you get embarrassed. You two were still going strong and had hit 5 months just a week ago. Even though you both had your minor little arguments here and there, you were both still content and happy with each other. 

With 5 months flying by, Suna didn’t think that it was possible for him to fall for you even more. By now, you had both settled into a comfortable state in your relationship. Regular dates about once or twice during the week with a couple of sleepovers and late-night facetime calls thrown in between. Since it was colder, he had at least two hoodies on him at all times. One for you and one for him (but he wouldn’t mind if you took both.) He enjoyed seeing the sight of you curled up in his hoodie when you stayed over at his place or when found himself keeping you company as you edited your podcast for the week.

Once the second semester of the school year started, you started to branch out a little bit more on your own and found yourself being busier as you started joining clubs of your own interest. 

Sure Suna was a bit disappointed that he wouldn’t be seeing you sitting by the bleachers anymore during practice, but he understood that you had your own passions and needed your own group of friends outside of the boys on volleyball team.

He liked seeing the smile on your face when you talked to him about something your friend had said or about how fun of a day you had after hanging out with them. He had to reassure you many times that he didn’t mind you hanging out with other people at all, you both knew and did your best to balance your time with friends and each other anyways.

Plus, he thought it was quite cute that you’d always give him a quick kiss on the cheek when you’d walk by the water fountain before running off with your club members.

[“Suna hurry up!” he heard Atsumu call for him by the entrance of the gym. 

Suna spared him one glance before straightening himself up and lifting his palm off the button of the water fountain. He gave the setter a nod as he wiped the corner of his lip with the back of his hand. 

Just then, he could hear a familiar voice calling for his name behind him. Not too long after that, he felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist and a chaste kiss pressed on his cheek. The corner of his lip twitched up and he looked down to meet your e/c eyes. “Hey bub, don’t you have club activities?” he asked. You nodded, still not letting go of his waist, “just wanted to come and say hello, so...hello” you grinned. Suna smiled and pressed a kiss to your temple, “well hello to you too” he muttered before wrapping his arms around you and embracing you with all his warmth. 

“Y/n you piece of shit there you are!” 

You jumped back at the sound of your friend’s voice from around the corner. You pulled out of Suna’s embrace and gave him an apologetic smile while rubbing the back of your neck, “Sorry Rin gotta run, see you after school!” you didn’t even give him a chance to respond as you placed one last kiss on his jaw before running off to your friends. 

Even though he could hear the faint yelling of Atsumu’s voice calling for him at the back of his head, his eyes were focused on the way your face turned red as your friends teased you. 

God, who let you be so damn cute]

Suna took out one of his hands from the pocket of his coat and wrapped it over your shoulder and pulled you a bit closer to his side. You leaned into his side and let your hair rest lightly onto his chest.

“You’re so annoying, I’m not making any hot pot for you”

“I will lock you outside of my house”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

Stepping inside the Suna household, you were instantly met with warmth. Suna flickered the lights on as you slipped off your shoes. Suna slipped off his own jacket and motioned for you to give yours to him as well so he could hang it up inside the coat closet. You smiled and put the groceries you were holding in one hand and let him help you shrug off your coat. 

“Here give me your bag, I’ll place it by the couch,” he said with his hand out. You nodded and handed him your backpack as you slipped on some house slippers and made your way towards the kitchen and settled the bags down onto the island. 

As you took the ingredients out of the bag, Suna walked into the living room and turned the TV on to a random show. You were way too invested in deciding which vegetables you wanted to include in the hot pot that you didn’t hear Suna walk towards you with his phone in his hands and the camera app open.

“Babe smile”

“Huh”

Just as you looked up, with mushrooms and green onions in your hand, you hear the sound of the camera shutter go off and Suna snicker. “Cute” he grinned. 

You rolled your eyes, “I thought you only took blackmail of the twins” Suna put his phone down and raised his eyebrows at you, “would you rather have your face or Atsumu’s all over my gallery?” he asked. You thought about it for a minute before nodding, “yeah no never mind you have a point” he chuckled and walked over to you and placed a kiss on your cheek. 

“I need to grab my charger really quick, you know where everything is right?” you nodded, you’ve been over at the Suna residence before and this wouldn’t be the first time you’ve cooked there. 

“Do you need anything upstairs?” he asked. Your ears perked up at the sound of his offer, “Can I borrow a hoodie?” you asked. Suna eyed you up and down, “you’re already wearing one of my hoodies” he stated and narrowed his eyes on the navy blue hoodie over your figure. “No, no, I mean can I wear the really soft one? The black one with the embroidering and cool design on the back” you smiled and gave him a look that you both knew he couldn’t say no for. 

Suna knew what hoodie you were talking about, it was a hoodie that you often wore of his that he hasn’t brought to school in a bit since it was in the laundry. “Think of it as your payment for me since I’m cooking you a meal” you grinned. Suna sighed, “fine, hands up,” he said as put his phone into his pocket and made his way over to you. 

You giggled and did what you were told and lifted your arms up and watched as he held onto the ends of the hoodie and lifted it over your head. Once you felt the sleeves of the hoodie be pulled off your arms, you put them down and straightened your hair and your shirt and smiled up at him, “thank you~” he rolled his eyes “you’re lucky you’re cute” he muttered and looked away which made you laugh. You made your way back to the kitchen and heard his steps going up the stairs.  

You sighed as you eyed down the ingredients, you forgot to ask him if his parents may have wanted some. You didn’t wanna cook too much and not have the means to finish it all but you also didn’t wanna make too little and leave you both hungry. “Better more than less” you thought. 

You turned around and grabbed the cutting board from one of the cabinets and a knife from one of the drawers. Placing the cutting board and the knife on the marble island, you grabbed the bagged vegetables and placed them on a clean plate and discarded the plastic in the trash bin beside the fridge. You ran the vegetables under some water from the sink to clean them before placing them back on the plate and setting them to the side so you could grab another pot and start boiling the water on the stove.

You were silently thankful that Granny and Shin had helped you learn how to make a proper hot pot. As you opened the packet of udon noodles, you were too much in your zone to notice what was happening around you. 

Your cooking was sometimes a hit or miss and with the day you’ve had, you were hungry, and the last thing you wanted was for the meal you took some time to make to taste terrible and leave you hungrier than when you started. The sound of the TV playing in the background drowned and you focused your attention on the cabbage you were cutting. 

You were way too concentrated on making sure that each cabbage slice was the same in length as the rest that you failed to hear the sounds of the front door opening and closing and a female figure walking into the home. 

“Nii-san~oh what the fuck since when did you cook-”

The sudden voice coming into the kitchen and cutting through your concentration made you jump and unfortunately for you, your finger slipped off the cabbage and met the blade of the knife you were using. 

“Oh shit” you hissed in pain and lifted your finger off the cutting board. However, instead of immediately tending to the cut, you looked up at the figure to whom the voice belonged to. 

You looked up and made eye contact with a little girl who was definitely not that much shorter than you. Judging from her middle school uniform, she was definitely between the ages of 11-13. She had brown hair tied into two pigtails, rosy cheeks that were the result of the weather outside, and slim grayish-yellow eyes that were awfully familiar. 

Your brain must’ve short-circuited as two and two didn’t click in your head and a good couple of seconds passed as you both stared at each other in complete silence, mirroring the shocked and confused expression both of you had on your faces. 

Just as you were about to open your mouth and say a word, you watched her face become completely red and she dashed up the stairs leaving you stunned and completely lost while your finger continued to bleed. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

Suna hummed to himself as he rummaged through his closet and tried to find the hoodie of his that you were asking for. He had changed out of his uniform into some more comfortable clothes and had his back towards the door. 

“Shit, where did I put it?” he muttered to himself and closed the doors to his closet. Just as he turned around, the door to his room opened making his eyebrows furrow in annoyance at the amount of force that was used to open his door. 

“Babe did you need something-”

“Nii-san! There’s a pretty girl in our kitchen!”

Oh, that was definitely not the voice of his girlfriend.

Suna sighed and went back to his task of finding the hoodie that you wanted, completely ignoring the sudden appearance of his little sister. However, a small smile tugged on his lips as he heard his sister call you pretty. 

His sister came into his room and looked at her brother in annoyance as she noticed how nonchalant he looked, “hello?? There’s a pretty girl downstairs that is definitely not ‘kaasan so who-” “Idiot. That’s my girlfriend”

His sister blinked at him once,

Then once again,

And one last time just for good measure.

“HUH??” she yelled with a face of disbelief. Suna looked at her weirdly and watched as she flopped down onto his bed with a bewildered expression as she tried to wrap her mind around the new information she was just given. 

“You? Girlfriend? For real?” she asked in shock. The concept of her brother actually getting a girlfriend not clicking in her head. “Are you sure she’s not some group project partner or something?” Suna scrunched his face, “Why do you look so shocked, I told you about her before-” “Nii-san I thought you were lying!” she exclaimed. Suna gave her a blank look and sighed, a part of him not even surprised that his sister thought he was joking.

He rolled his eyes and walked over to slap the back of her head, “Stupid. Why would I lie about that” She gave him an exaggerated shrug, “uh because she’s too pretty for you! She’s even cooking for you! I’m calling it right now that she’s too good for you” she stated and crossed her arms. 

“Rizu, you’re so stupid I swear to god-” he asked. Rizu shook her head “Don’t blame this on me!” Suna gave her an unamused look, “even ‘kaasan and ‘tosan know” Rizu rolled her eyes, “I thought they were in on the joke too!” she exclaimed.

Suna shook his head but took a sigh of relief as he finally found the hoodie he was looking for hanging on the back of his chair, “You’re such a twerp. Did you at least say hi to her?” he asked as he looked down at her once he got the hoodie. Rizu’s face flushed in embarrassment and she scratched the back of her head, “Kinda I guess” Suna narrowed her eyes as he caught on to how nervous she got. He suddenly got suspicious, “what did you do?”

“Nothing bad! I think? just don’t get mad ‘kay?” Suna already began to worry about what she was gonna say. 

“I came in and called for you, but I didn’t know she was cooking so she must’ve been startled and then next thing you know I come in, and we make eye contact and -oh yeah good job Nii-san, you might be stupid but you’ve got a good eye. She’s wow, took my whole breath away you know?- anyways I had to take a sec to admire her, but I think I startled her and I think she cut herself because her finger was bleeding and then I panicked and yeah now I’m here,” she said all in one breath and met eyes with his blank once as she gave him a bright smile. 

“Rizu”

“Hm?”

“I’m gonna throw out all your posters”

“Wait what?! No Nii-san come back!!”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

“Rizu say sorry”

Your eyes shifted from your boyfriend who was wrapping a paw patrol bandaid on your finger to the same little girl who stood beside him and was sheepishly looking down at the floor and avoiding all eye contact with you. 

Suna sat you down on a chair in the dining room and a part of you was zoning out as you tried to wrap your mind around what was happening. Looking at the girl who has a striking resemblance to Suna, it didn’t take a genius to know that this was his sister. They had the same striking eyes, cocoa brown hair, and she was even a bit taller for her age. 

There was no denying it, this was definitely his sister. 

But for the life of you, you can’t remember if your quiet bean pole of a boyfriend ever told you of her. Surely you would’ve remembered if he had told you. Did he forget? Or maybe you just failed to notice her presence. Then again you had been over multiple times but you don’t ever remember seeing her. 

“Sorry” she muttered quietly and began to play with the material of her school uniform top. 

Suna rolled his eyes and nudged her with his elbow, “at least look at her when you’re gonna say it” Just as you were about to interject and say that it was okay and it really wasn’t a big deal, Rizu looked up at you, her eyes glassy and her lip slightly jutting out as she puffed her cheeks, “I’m so sorry! You’re very pretty! My head malfunctioned! Please don’t break up with Nii-san! He’s lonely!” she cried. Your eyes widened, taken back by her “apology” and Suna only rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue in annoyance.  

“I-it’s fine really, it’s just a small cut anyways, no biggie Rizu-chan” you assured.

At the way you said her name, Rizu’s whole mood flipped. Her eyes instantly sparkled and she looked up at you with a face of adoration. She wiped away her tears away with the sleeve of her top and harshly pushed her brother to the side making him let go of your hands as he stumbled over. Your eyes widened at the amount of strength inside the little girl in front of you as she managed to push away your 6ft tall boyfriend to the side like it was nothing. 

“Really? Are you sure it’s okay? Y/n right? I’m gonna call you Y/n-chan! I think we’d make great friends” she beamed, her eyes still twinkling as she looked at you with an excited daze. “How come we’ve never met before? I thought Nii-san was lying about you. Do you like drama? how about musicals? You can come to my show next week! And are you sure you’re dating Nii-san? You can run now I can distract him for you-” your mind couldn’t even process the words she was saying with how fast she was talking. You felt your palms starting to get clammy and a part of you began internally panicking at how overwhelmed you were feeling.

In Rizu’s perspective, she had always wanted an older sister but was instead cursed with (in her words) a musty older brother. Now that she knew of his girlfriend, she wasn’t gonna let the opportunity slip away. They were gonna become the best of friends. She knew it.

You laughed nervously and nodded along during her incoherent ramble before turning to Suna with a slight look of panic as you didn’t know what to do or how to handle her sudden change of emotions and the never ending fountain of words leaving her mouth. 

Suna sensed your need for his help, he knew that little kids were never really your strong point. Along with Kita, you also lived with his little siblings who were your little cousins. They were the ages of 4 and 9 and you often complained to him about how they gave you a headache with how loud and rambunctious they were. 

He had to hold back a laugh at how panic you began to look when his sister began to talk your ear off. She kept switching topics and was now rambling on about how pretty you were and asking what moisturizer you used because your skin looked so soft and why you decided to date her brother who she considered looked like a malnourished raccoon. 

Shaking his head and holding back a smile, he walked over and flicked his sister’s forehead making her stop midway into her sentence and whine. “The hell was that for!” she cried as she rubbed the sore spot on her head. 

Suna rolled his eyes at her dramatics and stuffed one of his hands into his pockets while the other found its way to rest on the small of your back, drawing shapes on the cotton fabric of the black hoodie that he slipped onto your figure when he got back downstairs. “Stop being so rude brat. Relax and introduce yourself first before you start thinking about getting buddy-buddy already” he scolded in his usual bored tone.

You were baffled. Seeing your boyfriend act like a responsible big brother was something you were definitely not prepared to see today. 

Hell, you didn’t even know he had a sister until literally a couple of minutes ago. 

Suna felt you staring at him and looked down at you with one of his brows slightly raised up as if he was asking if you were okay. Before you could reassure him that you were fine, Rizu cleared her throat and took a step back from you. 

She put a hand on her hip while she proudly pointed her thumb to her chest as she looked at you with a confident and prideful smile. “Suna Rizue, Rizu for short, Class 2-B Representative and Vice president of the Nobara Middle School drama club” she exclaims proudly. She flipped away one of her pigtails back behind her shoulder before crossing her arms, the same prideful smile never leaving her lips while her eyes had a flash of mischievousness in them. “I’m also known around this household as the prettiest Suna sibling. ‘Kaasan said so herself” she spoke triumphantly. 

You stifled a laugh as Suna clicked his tongue and muttered “dramatic brat” under his breath. 

As you felt yourself slowly relax, you stood from your seat, realizing not too long after that you were barely taller than his little sister but chose to ignore that minor detail, you extended your hand out to his sister and watched the way her face lit up. “L/n Y/n, Class 2-5 and member of the Inarizaki art club. While your brother is cute, I have to agree that you are the prettier Suna sibling” you joked and turned to Suna momentarily with a teasing glint with your eyes. Suna only narrowed his eyes at you and furrowed his brows which made both you and Rizu laugh. 

You turned back to Rizu and smiled, “It’s nice to meet you Rizu-chan, Rin doesn’t really bring you up much-” or ever “so I’m sorry it took so long for us to meet.”

Rizu shook her head, “It’s okay! Nii-san talks about you sometimes but I thought he was just lying. He’s kind of lame and he zones out a lot so I thought you were just some weird figment of his imagination that he made to cope with his loneliness” your jaw dropped, were kids always this blunt? 

Rizu shrugged and pulled her phone out of her backpack, “But whatever, I guess the universe felt bad for him and decided not to make him some lonely loser. Anyways, can we exchange numbers Y/n-chan? I wanna send you Nii-sans baby photos” she smiled and looked up at you hopefully. At the sound of Suna’s baby photos being offered up on the table, you quickly nodded and typed in your contact info into her phone. 

Suna’s jaw dropped ever so slightly before scoffing and looking away as he crossed his arms. “Can’t believe my own girlfriend is ganging up on me with my sister” he thought in disbelief. 

“Rizu-chan you’re brother and I are gonna make some hot pot, want some?” you asked as you handed her phone back into her hands. Rizu nodded enthusiastically, “that sounds great! Can I help? Please!” she asked in a hopeful tone as she brought her hands together. You laughed and nodded and watched her beam and skip away to the kitchen. 

Before following her, you turned around to look up at Suna with a frown on your face and your arms crossed over your chest. Suna looked back at you, unsure of why you were giving him that look. “What?” he asked, which only made you look at him in disbelief at his cluelessness. You scoffed and rolled your eyes before making your way towards him and slapping his arm, “You idiot! You never told me you had a little sister” you hissed. 

Suna blinked at you, “I didn’t?” he asked, genuinely confused, while raising one of his eyebrows. You looked at him incredulously and shook your head, “no!” you exclaimed. “God I can’t believe you didn’t tell me” you muttered and looked away, cheeks warming up in embarrassment.

Suna eyed your actions and sighed knowing that he must’ve upset you. If he’s being honest, he didn’t mean to keep you in the dark about his sister. He just always had his mind on you whenever the two of you would hang out so he truthfully forgot about his sister whenever you two were together. He sighed, he leaned back to sit on the edge of the dining room table before grabbing your arm and pulling you closer to his chest. 

When you didn’t budge against him, he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and he leaned his head on your shoulders before muttering a quiet, “sorry” into the fabric of his hoodie. A couple seconds passed before you gave in and wrapped your arms around his waist, embracing his warmth. 

Truthfully you weren’t upset or mad at him, just a bit embarrassed that you never knew about his sister until literally a couple of moments ago. You remember how nervous you were when you first met his parents and felt all those nerves coming back because you wanted to impress his little sister. 

You pulled away first and scratched the back of your neck, “It’s fine Rin I’m not mad. If anything I’m just a bit embarrassed that I never noticed. I mean I’ve met your parents and been over multiple times. Plus I’ve slept over like twice already!” you exclaimed. 

Suna moved his arms off your shoulder and used one to support his weight on the table while the other moved your hair away from your face and tucked some strands behind your ear. “It’s not your fault, The brat is always away doing her drama club stuff or whatever so she doesn’t get back until I’ve already walked you home for the night. For the sleepover, I think it’s just a coincidence that she would be away while you were over” he said and you nodded. 

Suna stared at you for a moment, he caught onto how uneasy you looked and immediately figured out why. “Babe, don’t worry about impressing Rizu too much. Trust me, she already likes you a lot” he said while using his thumb to rub the side of your neck gently. 

You nodded slowly before looking up at him with a confused expression, “how did you forget to tell me huh?” you asked. Suna thought back for a moment before shrugging nonchalantly, “I only think of you when we’re together, the brat is old enough to take care of herself” he admitted bluntly.

Your cheeks warmed up and you chuckled making Suna’s chest erupt in butterflies at the sight of your smile. “Calling your sister a brat is kind of rude you know?” you teased. He looked at you with an unamused expression, “you call your little cousins' demon spawns as if that’s any better” he pointed out. You opened your mouth but quickly closed it as you realized he was right. 

Suna pushed himself off of the table and walked towards you and you already saw the mischievous look in his eyes. He leaned down, his lips just barely brushing over yours, “am I forgiven?” he asked in a hushed tone. Your face quickly turned into a bright shade of red once you realized how close he got. While the offer was tempting and his lips were right there, you remembered that his sister was only just a couple feet away from the two of you and you didn’t want to risk her seeing anything. 

You didn’t answer and only looked away, flustered, which made Suna chuckle. He pecked the corner of your lips before straightening himself up, “I’ll take that as a yes” he smirked, making you roll your eyes. 

Suna then grabbed your shoulders and turned you around as he pushed you into the kitchen where his little was sitting on top of the counter wearing a blue apron while a pink folded apron was in her hands. 

She looked up at the two of you entering the kitchen, she smiled at you and noticed how flustered you. She shot her brother a look of disgust. “Ew don’t tell me you were making out in the dining room. So gross Nii-san” she commented as her brother walked towards her to grab the extra apron in her hands. 

Suna looked at her with his normal bored and lazy expression, “shut it brat” he said before turning his back and making his way towards you. Rizu rolled her eyes and turned her attention back onto her phone. It wasn’t until she started to hear the two of you banter when she put down her phone in her lap and watched the way you and her brother interacted. 

She listened to you ask about what vegetables he would want in the hot pot and watched as he moved behind your back and pushed your hair over your shoulder so he could tie the strings of the pink apron behind your neck. 

The sight was strange and oddly sweet. Rizu always thought that her brother would be a terrible boyfriend. He was quiet, borderline lazy, and had no romantic bone in him. He seemed like the type of partner who would do nothing but the bare minimum when they’re in a relationship. He was often annoyed at the sight of other couples and he never had much interest in being in a relationship himself which was partly the reason why Rizu didn’t think to believe him when he told their parents that he had a girlfriend out of the blue one day.

[“Rintarou stop playing around” Their mother chuckled. 

“No for real, I have a girlfriend and she wants to go stargazing so I’ll be home late” he said monotonically before slipping on his shoes and heading out the door.

Rizu watched as her parents exchanged a lost expression with a mix of disbelief towards each other. Part of them were surprised, part of them were happy, but part of them didn’t know if he was playing around or not. 

“Did you know about this?” Their mother asked their Dad who was grabbing a glass from the cupboard. Their Dad only shook his head, “No. You think that’s why he’s been so busy lately?” he asked only to receive a clueless shrug from his wife. 

Rizu rolled her eyes and jumped up from the couch to face her parents. “Come on this is Nii-san we’re talking about. He’s probably just lying. He can’t even talk to girls, let alone get a full on girlfriend”]

“That statement didn’t age well” Rizu thought.

Her eyes followed the way he had the smallest smile on his face as he adjusted your apron, asking afterwards if it was comfortable or if you needed him to adjust it better. Once you told him it was okay, he moved onto gathering your hair into his hands and tying it back with the small black silk band he had around his wrist. Suna placed his hands back onto your shoulders to turn you around to face him. He brought his hand over your face and moved the fly-aways to the side while tucking the loose pieces behind your ear. 

After he was done, you stood on your tippy-toes and pressed a kiss onto his cheek and whispered a quiet “thank you Rin Rin.” She narrowed her eyes and had to hold back her urge to laugh at how the tips of his ears lit up into a bright shade of red. It was then that she concluded one thing:

“he’s so fucking whipped” she muttered under her breath.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

“Wait are you serious? He really gave you a can of lemonade for your birthday?” you asked looking up from the meat you were slicing in bewilderment as Rizu nodded. “Mhm! It wasn’t even the brand I liked, it was the generic ones that had too much sugar” she explained as she moved past you to set the bowl of mushrooms she had cut up with the other vegetables. 

You turned to look at Suna who was sitting on a stool by the kitchen island with his attention fully on his phone. “Is this true?” you questioned. Suna didn’t even look up from his phone as he simply replied, “she likes lemonade.”

 You stifled a laugh at his answer and Rizu only scowled. She nudged your arm and whispered “I dunno how you put up with him” into your ear making you giggle. 

Cooking with the Suna siblings was definitely interesting, to say the least. You weren’t surprised to see that Rizu was a complete polar opposite from her brother. Judging from her first words to you, you knew that she was a lot more outspoken than her brother. While Suna was quiet, Rizu spoke as if she had a microphone taped onto her mouth. She was talkative and energetic while Suna always seemed like he was close to shutting off at any given moment. 

Their dynamic was different, to say the least. Rizu lived up to the annoying little sister type while her brother looked as if he could care less about whatever she did. However, all siblings had at least one thing in common and between them, and you figured out what that thing was quickly. 

They both shared a high level of pettiness. 

If one said something the other didn’t like, they’d find something expose worthy to embarrass the other person. It was a constant back and forth of how could embarrass the other person the worst. 

When Rizu told you that Suna didn’t learn how to tie his shoelaces until he was 8, Suna told you that she failed her math test. When Suna told you that she once slipped on stage mid-performance, Rizu told you that Suna came to their mother when he needed dating advice. 

[ Nii-san shut up! The stage was slippery and my costume was a long dress!” Rizu cried out dramatically. Suna rolled his eyes, “the costumes of your classmates were long but you didn’t see them tripping all over the stage” he teased. Rizu’s jaw dropped, a fire inside lit up as she felt herself getting angry with her older brother. ‘Two can play at this game’ she thought. 

Rizu scoffed and turned to face her body towards you as she leaned onto the counter. “You know Yn-chan, Nii-san always asks ‘kaasan about what he should do to impress you! You know that sunflower field date? He and ‘Kaasan planned that whole thing together ‘cause Nii-san is a clueless idiot and didn’t know what to do” You turned your head to the side and looked at Rizu with a curious expression before briefly looking at your boyfriend who had tensed up. 

“Really now? Rin had me convinced that he did all the planning himself” you teased as you narrowed your eyes at him. Suna huffed, “she just let me use her card to pay for the stupid tickets, I did everything else.” he muttered. 

You chuckled, noticing the way his cheeks puffed out and how the tips of his ears started to turn red. You smiled as you nodded at what Rizu saying, momentarily glancing at him every so often. 

How cute.

Suna then looked up from his phone, a devious smirk on his lips as he knew the perfect moment to us in order to one-up her previous statement.

“Babe did you know that Rizu sleeps with an Eren body pillow-”

“shut up!!” ]

It was a never-ending petty battle between the two siblings. 

Nonetheless, you could tell that they still cared about each other. Albeit in their own special way. 

Rizu rolled her eyes and turned to you and leaned closer, whispering loud enough so that her brother could hear, “Y/n-chan are you sure you’re actually his girlfriend? Like willingly? If he’s paying you then I can guarantee that he’s not paying you enough. Blink twice if you need help-hey!” she whined as she felt a mushroom hit her arm. You both turned to Suna who had a smug smile on his face, “stop talking shit about me brat.” Rizu narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms, “or what Nii-san?” she challenged. “I’ll tell ‘kaasan that you walked home with that boy yesterday,” he shot back. 

Rizu’s smirked dropped, “hey! You promised you wouldn’t tell her!” she whined. Suna shrugged his shoulders, “I lied” he replied simply. Rizu scoffed, “I can’t believe you’re dating such a meanie!” she exclaimed and began to angrily stir the broth in the pot.

You watched her actions momentarily before walking around the kitchen island and towards Suna and whacking his arm with a towel you were using to dry your hands. “Stop being so mean to your sister!” you scolded. He looked at you with an unamused expression as he rubbed his arm, “she was mean to me first,” he defended himself bluntly. You rolled your eyes and turned your back to go and start frying the beef.

A comfortable silence came into the kitchen as you and his sister continued cooking. Of course, this silence didn’t last long as the two siblings would go back to their back and forth bantering but nonetheless, there was a comfortable and homey aura in the atmosphere. 

The hot pot was coming together and you occasionally would have Suna try the meat and make sure that it tasted okay. Suna may not be the one cooking, but he had offered his assistance early on by cutting some of the tofu and cooking the udon noodles. You and Rizu would trail off and have your own conversation, missing the way Suna would glance up at the two of you, his hands propping up his phone as he took photos of the two of you laughing and joking around together. 

The rest of the night went by smoothly. Once the hot pot was ready, you asked Suna to prepare the table while you and Rizu set the food down. Since it was nearing 6pm by the time you and Rizu had finished cooking, you all considered this an early dinner. You sat beside Suna while Rizu sat across from you as you all enjoyed a warm bowl of hot pot during a cold winter night. 

Suna watched as you and Rizu talked about a certain anime you both had been watching and took everything within him to not smile at the moment. Seeing you interact with his sister warmed his heart and a part of him was relieved that you two got along well. 

He knew that Rizu was a bit overbearing and you weren’t a big fan of younger children so he was worried that you two would clash. 

But alas, seeing that two of you laugh together put him at ease. 

After dinner, Rizu knew better than to try and third wheel you and her brother. She could see from the way his shoulder kept brushing past yours and how his hands kept getting closer and closer to yours during dinner that he was itching to get any sort of alone time with you. 

She could be a little shit and steal you from him during another day.

Before scurrying off to her room, Rizu gave you a high five before exclaiming once again that you’re really pretty and way too good for her stupid brother while also saying that she would text you his baby photos later. You laughed and nodded along and she flashed Suna a cheeky smile before running up the stairs. 

Once his sister was finally gone, Suna grabbed your wrist and dragged you over to the kotatsu sofa in his living room and practically dragged you down. “Well aren’t you clingy” you teased as he pulled up the blankets over your legs. Suna rolled his eyes, muttering a quiet “shut up” as he laid down and made himself comfortable under the blankets. 

You mirrored his actions, shuffling under the blankets and finding a comfy spot to lay on. Suna’s hands found their way around your waist and he moved you closer to him, letting your head rest against his chest. You couldn’t help but laugh at how clingy he was being as you watched him shift so you were laying on top of him while he hugged you as if you were a teddy bear. 

Suna leaned his head back comfortably on the couch cushion as closed his eyes and a content smile came over his face. “You’re so warm,” he muttered quietly. You smiled “I think that’s just the kotatsu heating Rin,” you said quietly muttered into his chest. “No it’s definitely you, I always feel warm when I’m with you” he whispered. 

You smiled, not failing the way his words made butterflies erupt in your stomach “how cheesy” you teased while momentarily lifting your head so you could poke his cheek. “Whatever” he sighed, his arms around your waist slowly holding you just a bit tighter. “I thought we were supposed to be studying Rin” you said quietly. “Tomorrow, too comfortable right now” he answered back. You giggled, “you just want me to come back huh.” Suna didn’t even bother to deny, only simply nodding and humming a faint “mhm” before relaxing his body. 

A wave of comfortable silence came once again as you two embraced each other's warmth. Your ear was pressed against his chest and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling you into sleep. Slowly but surely you found yourself getting drowsy from your comfortable position and you no longer had any energy left in you to stop your eyes from closing.

Suna wasn’t surprised to hear the faint sounds of your gentle snoring not too long after. For a moment he sat up, careful not to wake you, and he took a moment to just admire you. How soft, gentle, and unbothered you looked in his arms. He removed one of his hands from your waist and gently rubbed your arm, he stiffened for a moment as watched as you shuffled slightly before relaxing against him once again. His body loosened up and a small smile spread on his lips, ‘How could someone be so damn pretty’ he thought. 

He admired you for a moment longer. His head replaying the memories you two made in the past 5 months while silently looking forward to what you two had in store together in the future. 

He petted your head gently as he wondered starting about what he should do for your 6 months. You’ve been talking about ice skating after seeing it in a movie so he considered that as an option. The idea of seeing you excitedly skating under the twinkling lights of the ice rink made Suna excited. He knew he couldn’t skate, but he didn’t really care. Just sharing the moment with you was enough for him. 

Slowly, his own exhaustion from the day soon caught up to him and soon enough he was getting tired as well. He shuffled back down and rested his head on the cushions. He lifted his hands off your waist to adjust the blanket over you two, make sure you were all snuggled up and warm. 

Just before he surrendered himself to sleep, he pressed a soft kiss on the top of your head and another one on your forehead. Whispering a faint “love you” before closing his eyes, failing to notice the small smile that grew on your lips.

However, he didn’t fail to feel the heart that your finger softly drew on his chest. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

Bonus Scene 

“Nii-san can I borrow a pencil?”

Suna looked up from his phone and narrowed his eyes at his sister who was standing by his doorway. Suna looked at her blankly, for a moment he grew suspicious of why she suddenly wanted a pencil but he was honestly far too tired to even try and figure out what she really wanted. “It’s on my desk,” he said plainly as he nodded his head over to his desk on the other side of his room. 

Rizu nodded and made her way over to his desk that was placed in front of his window. Rizu came in front of his desk and scanned the surface for what she needed. He had an open notebook with unfinished work displayed in the middle while his pen holders lined up the top of his desk. 

Rizu saw a pencil sitting inside his pen holder and reached out her hands to take a hold of it. Just as she was about to turn around and leave his room so she could finish up her work, she noticed something taped on the side of his wall that was being covered up by the curtain blowing in front of it. 

While she knew it was wrong to snoop around other people's things, she was empty of blackmail against him and that reason alone was enough for her to justify her actions. She turned around to look back at her brother and saw that he was fairly distracted and took that moment as an opportunity to push the curtain aside. 

However, instead of finding incriminating blackmail, all she saw was a picture of you and him taped from what looked like to be the inside of the photobooths at the movie theatres. The first picture was of you two smiling (well more you than him), the second was you kissing cheek, the 3rd one he had pulled you to sit on top of his lap and he was now the one kissing your cheek, and the last photo was the two of you smiling genuinely to each other, paying no attention to the camera as you both got too caught up in the moment. 

“I hate how they're so cute,” she admitted in her head.

Rizu’s eyes then drifted from the wall that had a bunch of other taped printed photos of you and him to his window sill where a bunch of little trinkets were displayed along with a singular photo frame. 

Her eyes looked over the little trinkets. He had some action figures and random knick-knacks. Nothing interesting in her opinion. “Typical boy stuff, nothing I can use against him,” she thought. Looking past the small transformers' action figure, she kept looking at his window sill until she stopped and stared at a paper box full of little things inside. She squinted her eyes, her eyes having a hard time seeing what it was with how dark it was in his room. She leaned closer and upon further inspection, it finally dawned on her what was inside the box.

It was a bunch of little origami strawberries. 

A bunch of little origami strawberries piled on top of each other, some had wrinkled leaves while others had bent corners. Rizu then looked back at his desk and saw a small stack of red and green papers neatly set on the corner of his desk. 

“weird,” she thought. 

Her eyes shifted from the paper box to the small white square frame where there was a photo of you inside sitting at the edge of the window sill. 

Surrounding you were rows and rows of sunflowers that were facing towards the sun. You were clad in a pretty dress with small floral patterns along with a small sun hat on your head that was tipped back so the sun was hitting your face. Your hair was blown back behind your shoulder, your left hand was holding a bunch of sunflowers while your right hand was resting on top of your hat, holding it down so it wouldn’t be blown away by the wind. Your eyes were closed and you had the warmest smile on your lips as you were basking into the afternoon sunshine. The sunlight was kissing your skin so perfectly that she swore you were glowing. You looked so peaceful, relaxed, and content. It was clear that you weren’t trying to pose for the camera, this photo captured you and all your natural beauty. 

You looked ethereal. 

She looked back at her brother and back at the basket of origami strawberries and the photo frame and concluded one other thing.

“what a fucking simp”

a/n: yes it’s may but this story takes place in december oops

UGH WORDS CANT DESCRIBE HOW SUNA AND Y/N MAKE ME SO HAPPY. DEADASS THIS EXTRA WARMED MY HEART AND SO I HOPE IT WARMED YOUR HEART TOO. 

I promised a while back that I was going to make an extra that featured suna’s little sister. Personally, I feel like Suna’s sister with be the complete opposite of him. Hence why I wrote her to be very dramatic and enthusiastic. He’s probably able to put up with the miya twins bullshit because his sister already made him go through so much LMAO

I’m uncertain if this is going to be my last extra for club stupid. I have one last long fic idea in mind but truthfully I’m not sure when I’ll get to writing it </3

Regardless, thank you guys so much for the love and appreciation for this series. It really means a lot to me and I’m glad to see people continue to enjoy it :)

a/n 2: ayo where do i find myself a suna? genuinely asking and in need of help. 

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