#you have no clue how much is still left in my drafts btw I could post 2 straight months of ultkl just from years of backlog OTL

[mothcpu]

absolution

[micheya]

Thoughts On Which Harbinger Diluc had a run in with

I want to know which Harbinger diluc had a run in with (and almost losing his life to) when he was out in Snezhnaya busting up fatui camps as a barely turned adult without his vision

So here are my thoughts on them (MOST PROBABLY VERY INCORRECT)

disclaimer: this has been in my drafts for ages (since they were released), i have no clue if i finished this or left it half done

for no reason in particular a part from the fact that I think it would be a good plot point, i would guess The Captain.

A captain and a former captain. One with plenty of experience, another one...while yes has much experience is still young.

He would be a troublesome boy with emotions running rampant in the eyes of the Captain. Even Childe hadn't earned the acknowledgement of The captain.

To him, Diluc would just be a nuisance.

It would be a nice contrast in characters.

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(btw ignore how i say honrouable mentions because they're all in no particular order and I was thinkinh about them all anyways)

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honourable mention would be Pantalone, who is the height of wealth and Diluc would soon be inheriting his father's riches completely.

And he would also begin to understand (if he hadn't already) the value of information and networks, especially with the organisation that had saved him from the near death experience.

Another no reason in particular would be the Damselette, purely because Childe thinks she's creepy as heck (which tbh, i said "creepy" when first seeing her before hearing his voice lines of her. Idk if that's a flex but anyway-) , and I think it would be an interesting situation hearing Diluc's point of view on her.

Like I bet Diluc would be scared of her...or like you know that extremely weary kind of has goosebumps at the idea of ever encountering her again.

He's older, stronger and has a level head in the present time, but I can still see the idea that she would be the type of creepy crawly feeling you get when a bug is somewhere on your skin whenever he recalls her.

The Knave also because Childe said she hasn't a single sane bone in her, and that just intrigues me. Like what kind of fight would that be between her and Diluc? Like what kind of expressions would this not sane person make, and I bet you Diluc would be severely scared haha. Very intimidated. Like I can picture a completely different vibe of running away to survive with the Knave.

Also I bet Diluc wouldn't exactly be favourable to her type as she's the type to betray someone if it benefits her, this includes the Tsaritsa. (Childe said so.)

I can't picture much the Rooster, Scaramouche, Childe and Pierro, Signora and Dottore being the encountered ones. (I could be very incorrect with Dottore...or tbh any of them)

Not likely, and tbh I don't think it's likely, but I think it would be an epic fight seeing the Puppeteer with her Ruin graders shooting missiles at Diluc and he's dodging for his life completely overwhelmed by all this machinery. Just because it sounds like an epic fight of sorts.

Pierro could be seen, purely for that story effect of Diluc describing the aura and absolute power the number 1 radiated when he was running for his life.

I can't see Dottore, purely because in the manga it looked like Diluc hadn't met him in person before? (like the actual Dottore, not the clone) But then again, he could have a sort of doesn't get a good glimpse of Dottore himself while fighting his creations. Then like later on seeing the man himself in all his glory with the information that he has made clones of himself. I know there's something wrong with my logic here but I don't know, I don't have brain power im sleepy.

Goodbye ya'll

[perriewinklenerdie]

Claire’s finishing her shift when Ethan surprises her with a mysterious date invitation, refusing to reveal any details. How does she react? What has Grumpsey planned for them? 👀💖

That is such a great ask, thanks babe ❤️

(A rough draft of a fic - incoming)

So, he appears in the doorway of her office exactly two minutes before her shift is over and declares that whatever she has left to do, she can do it tomorrow because they’re leaving. He’s wearing the same clothes he did when they arrived at the hospital that morning so nothing clues her in - her first thought is that he just wants to have a quiet date night in.

On the drive home, she tries to drill him for more information: how was his day, did something happen, why did they leave so quickly, does she have to kill someone or hide the body - but he doesn’t budge (though the killing and hiding a body question makes him smile. Just a little, though). Not a single piece of information, no movement on his face. Nothing. Very secretive, Grumpsey (love that nickname, btw, why didn’t we use that back when OH was still live lol)

So once they get home, she heads towards the living room but is stopped by his hands on her hips. Then she’s turned around and they both move towards their bedroom - that is when he tells her that they need to change into fancy clothes because they have a date. She gives him a funny but impressed look, then goes into her closet with a kiss to his cheek.

Ethan gets ready in under 10 minutes. Claire takes 25. But boy, is it worth the wait for him, because my girl pulls out the Miami dress. Yes. The dress. Ethan chokes on air and pulls on the collar of his shirt a little, that man is basically done for. He makes a fleeting comment about how maybe they should stay at home after all.

“While I appreciate the very kind and generous offer, we’re going. You put so much effort into this, I want to see it all.” She teased him, pulling him out of his seat and guiding them both to the front door.

“Remind me of exactly this moment the next time you see or even suspect I’m planning something.” Ethan sighed, wrapping his arm around her.

Claire has a bit of a hard time believing where they’re going. With what he told her about the required clothing and the veil of mystery that he refused to remove, she fully expected some type of a fancy party or an opera.

Definitely not a comedy at the cinema.

One could say that Ethan hates comedies - and in almost every circumstance, they’d be right. But sometimes, when the hospital bullshits get too much, he feels the need to kick back and relax (Claire’s words. Ethan calls it ‘losing brain cells��.) No surprise, today was that day.

“We literally could have gone straight to the cinema after work. Or worn sweatpants. Or pull up some romcom on Netflix.” Claire argued mid laughter as they walked the long corridor leading to the viewing room, their clothes attracting more attention to them than usually. Ethan, who was holding the back of her dress so she wouldn’t trip on the stairs, hummed in agreement.

“We absolutely could have. But then, I wouldn’t have seen you outside work and home, and that is not the agreement we have.”

“We would probably go insane, eventually.”

“Indeed. And besides.” Once they sat down in their seats, he leaned over her and brushed his lips against her ear. “I wouldn’t be seeing you in that dress of yours right now.”

They try to focus on the movie and, for the most part, they succeed. For the most part. Their clothes draw enough attention to them, and Ethan’s wandering hands just amplify the stares they got. At some point, Claire grabbed his hands and placed them on her lap, where she could see them.

“Behave. This cinema has the widest selection of movies and the best popcorn.” That made him stop and stare at her. Their gazed met and both of them started laughing.

“Valid points.” He sighed, kissing her hair.

Instead of going to the restaurant, they ordered food to take home with them. Instead of eating by the table, they had a picnic on the balcony. And instead of going to sleep, like responsible adults that have work in the morning, they did a lot more with that dress that they did in Miami.

~

A/N: it was C that dragged Ethan into the cinema to see a comedy for the first time. He laughed. Twice. And one of those times was when her popcorn piece got stuck in her hair and she didn’t notice until he pointed it out. Since then, he only pretended to hate it, because that meant he could spend more time with her. After this date, the secret is out and he isn’t able to object when she says he loves going to the movies with her.

“There’s one thing movies at home have over the movies at the cinema. I can do whatever I want with and to you.” ~Ethan Ramsey, probably, sometime after the first cinema date.

[strangerays]

Nothing in Particular Update #1

Hello, hello!! It’s been a really long time since I’ve written an update for this story! (this is a real update btw, forget the “first” one I had) To be honest, I haven’t been able to work on this story as much as I would like, being busy with classes and... well just life in general. (what I mean by this is that Shadow and Bone was released on Netflix) But! I do have some excerpts I wanted to put out there as well as some overall changes to the story.

Before I start: here’s the actual link to the story synopsis/characters!

TAGLIST (ask to be +/-): @wannabeauthorzofija @a-completely-normal-girl @baguettethebooklover @corkytheguar @writeherewaiting​ @raenawrites

STORY CHANGES/IDEAS:

First off: I had to rewrite 30,000 words and basically turn it into 10,000. The first draft was icky, but I turned it into something I really enjoy! This is a sign that writing is always worth it!!

I added in a couple of characters! I was starting to feel like the story might not have been balanced enough. Luckily, the muse struck me and I created Mars and Theo! Mars is a lovely (and enigmatic) older woman that Ray meets at a bird sanctuary and Theo is a new friend of Lonan’s.

There wasn’t much action in the beginning of the story, so I wrote a confrontation between Jude’s friends and another person that Ray spies on. This is how she meets Jude, and I am in lovvve.

The timeline for the entire story might be a little bit longer than I intended! I went into this project thinking it might only take place over a month, but in order for Ray’s mental health journey to be realistic, I’m going to shoot for an entire school year (around six-seven months). Honestly, I’m just happy I get to write a Halloween scene. As for the word count total HAHA I have no clue what that will look like.

I think Lonan will be a bit of a back-burner character! At first, I was a little wary of this decision since he’s my favorite, but I think it would be very exciting to have Ray hype him up before he ever appears in the story. That way, the reader sort of starts to think about him in one way, yet he might be completely different when he finally shows up...??

Chapter titles are one of my favorite things about this story. Also! I am a huge fan of short chapters! They move the story right along.

I prefer to write slower and use other projects to balance out this one when I get a little tired of it. Over the last month or so, I’ve gotten really into short story writing again! This has been really helpful in working on my specificity and pretty prose. Even though the short stories don’t contribute to Nothing in Particular, I’ve been taking a lot of what I’m learning and applying it!

EXCERPTS (UNDER THE CUT)

CHAPTER ONE: THE SPY

#1

During the summer between my sophomore and junior year, Lonan Herrings packed me into his Dad’s repainted Chevrolet, left his name sharp on his mother’s tongue, and drove to New York City at six in the morning. For the first time since we’d become friends, jealousy weighed our silence. He buzzed across the highway, even though we knew his mother had no intention of finding us.

#2

“Which animal would I be,” he asked, “if I left tomorrow and lived in the forest?”

“Why would you want to do that?” I smiled even though I knew he was probably serious.

His shoulders squared and he looked out his window. Two men in the next car shouted at each other, their windows down. Something about a mortgage. “You would come with me, of course.” He turned to me. “Which animal gets along best with a doe?”

#3

I shut my eyes to snap the cold. It might have been the fact that, most times, his gentle voice pulled ragged words from his throat, as if he had just stepped out of the rain after standing in it for hours. It might have been the way he cupped the rim of a camera with humble demure. I was never afraid to tell him anything in the patience that bled from him. His eyes were milky blue and he wore an olive jacket covered in pins that kept strangers interested. Since he seemed like he felt out of place most times, I never did. We were a grade apart; our friendship bloomed late. So long as I had a friend at all, I didn’t care how we’d met.

“You would be a blue jay,” I decided. For only a second, I’d been worried that I offended him, until his mouth curved to one side and he laughed softly, as though he wasn’t sure he was allowed. His head hovered over the steering wheel. A patch of freckles absently creeped over the bridge of his nose like winter weeds.

This first chapter is a flashback to exactly a year before the second chapter takes place! After an argument with his mom, Lonan drives out of state with Ray. I plan for it to be all we see of Lonan (in the present) up until the halfway point of the story.

CHAPTER TWO: I WAS QUIET

#1

I was a firm believer that the best art was created when the artist was alone, angry, or depressed.

After Lonan secured his train ticket to New York, I was surprised to find that I became none of these things. We buried a time capsule, painted his walls cerulean, and drove two-hundred miles without a word to anyone. Some of my most colorful memories were unplanned in the beginning.

#2

Katherine Herrings’ bakery loitered over the coast of town, sheltered in pitch crags and shallow tide pools congested with cigarettes. I often ate lunch on the deck on my break. She was the only person I knew who – after everything her nephew had said – didn’t make him the first topic of our conversations.

An indie rock song that I recognized buzzed from a radio below me. I pulled my tablet screen down and pushed my chair out so the plastic legs kicked up and scratched the backs of my legs.  Slowly, I peered between my ankles, through the patio boards, and into the boat lodge below. Pumpkin-red hair plastered to my forehead in the heat that clung to the late days of September. Waves bubbled and crashed, peanut oil dripped from hot dog buns, and muffled gossip chirped like a family of cicadas. I bit my tongue at the bitter smoke that warped the wind.

#3

Jude laughed then, and her shoulders tipped, haughty. Waves hissed in her silence as the lights in the kitchen behind Katherine flickered. Her mouth opened slightly at the ring of dishes and laughter that danced with each other inside. A moment passed before she took a wide step back.

Together, her accomplices waltzed after her as she ran down the pavement, flecking sand until the night’s blue air gulped their outlines. Katherine beat a towel against the patio leg, then she slid and locked the door. Frogs jeered in the silence that pervaded the sea.

I whispered the name back to myself so I wouldn’t forget it. Jude Ahuja. I took a sip of ginger ale, and she buzzed on my lips.

The story cuts to Ray’s senior year of high school. Summer has just ended, Lonan has left for college, and her camera is broken. Jude is a bit like a character out of a film to her, and she wishes she could know more about her after witnessing a loud argument with Katherine Herrings, Lonan’s aunt.

CHAPTER THREE: PEOPLE-WATCHING

#1

Early into our friendship, I’d learned this patience. The first time he brought me to Sugarfell, he told me that all of the paths led back to the same place. As long as you played the game, you were guaranteed a prize. He didn’t speak much, but I knew he wasn’t a very good liar.

Less than an hour passed when I was met with silence. I crept up and down the same path four times. Each step sent a shock through my legs to my chest. The sun hadn’t risen to the highest point in the sky, still glimmering through tree branches in golden fractals, pulling on static darkness.

#2

“Are you crying?” he asked.

I shook my head fast. “No.” My voice barely reached a whisper. It was a lot deeper than normal.

He puckered his lips as though I had offended him. “But you were about to.”

“You said that all the paths lead back to one another.” I stood up from the jagged stump and shuffled through the leaves until the tips of our shoes were inches apart. “I knew you’d come back. And you did.”

#3

When I turned back, sore curiosity teased the emerald in Lonan’s eyes.

“Do you ever people-watch?” he asked softly.

This chapter is another really short chapter that I’m ultimately not sure I’m going to keep! I sort of included it by accident while Ray was riding her bike to the forest, but I ended up really liking it as a bridge into the next scene. Hopefully, I find I way to make it fit!!

CHAPTER FOUR: SUGAR-COATED

#1

Years with Lonan had prepared me for being alone. If you spend any long amount of time with someone, you’ll become a thief to their behaviors. Lonan observed too much. If I stared long enough, trees began to replace all of the people we’d ever seen. Oaks with roots that serpentined the ground like children splashing in the bay, pines with needles like spindly old hands, maples with hollows like watchful eyes.

#2

I did remember, but I couldn’t then. Blood gushed too close to his eyelid and dripped down his cheek like tears. There was a grace period in my life – likely when I was a newborn – when I couldn’t picture what my blood would look like on the light side of my skin.

And this is where I’ll leave off on the excerpts for now! I’ve been really focused on taking my time and setting things up before the next chapter, which is going to have lots more action in it. Things are going to start picking up again, so I’m really excited for that!

Thanks for reading if you made it this far :)

[themattress]

Holy Shit!

https://imgur.com/gallery/WKkli

https://imgur.com/gallery/j9OQylb

Beyond the proof that the guy who uploaded this is involved with Bad Robot that he provided at the end of his second post, these definitely seem legit because the first post was in 2018, before The Rise of Skywalker came out, yet the treatment contains some blatant concepts that ended up finding there way into that movie that I have a hard time believing anyone but J.J himself could have come up with (plus, the rest of the plot is very J.J-like, as I’ll get into.)

So these definitely seem to be the discarded Episode VIII and IX treatments. Thoughts?

- Luke’s reasons for coming to Ahch-To definitely seem more in line with TFA than in TLJ, seeing as if he wanted to just “go there to die” he wouldn’t have left a freaking map to the place behind, plus it seemed off that someone disillusioned with the Jedi ways would go to the site of the first Jedi Temple to begin with. His portrayal also matches what we saw at the end of TFA (seeming to be in mourning for Han), and fits the “kind but sad” description from the script. And far from cutting himself off from the Force, Luke has been influencing it from afar as part of his grand plan, explaining Rey’s vision when she touched his lightsaber.

- Luke has a wife and kids! Sadly for EU fans, the wife is not Mara Jade.

- It was Luke’s influence via the Force that explained the things Rey could do that fans deemed her a Mary Sue for, plus some other things that weren’t so routinely noted such as the remarkable coincidence that she and Finn just happened to run into Han and Chewie right after obtaining the Millennium Falcon. Not sure how well this would have gone down...

- Saccrum, Snoke’s home planet, is literally Exogol. Secret ancient Sith planet that is nigh impenetrable to all non-Sith, site of the final battle and (as we’ll soon learn) where Snoke is repeatedly cloned and where Palpatine is resurrected by Sith alchemists...it’s fucking Exogol.

- I recall concept art for Kylo Ren’s partly metallic face floating around.

- Dathan Naut seems cool, but she never really amounts to much.

- So it seems J.J Abrams and Lawrence Kasdan’s vision for the Sequel Trilogy always seemed to boil down to “All the generations of Jedi vs. all the generations of Sith reaching a climactic battle, with Skywalker vs. Palpatine at the heart of it, and the Palpatine who becomes a Skywalker as the key to victory.” That idea was always where they were going.

- Jedi/Sith Holocrons were always gonna be a thing, which is why Rebels worked them in.

- Live-action Ahsoka was also always an objective, it seems, and I bet the way they wrote her out in Rebels’ “Twilight of the Apprentice” was to potentially serve as a lead-in for her appearance in the Sequel Trilogy. But because that never came to pass, they brought her back toward the end of the series and set her on the new trajectory that she’s currently on. Honestly, I think that’s for the better, Ahsoka wouldn’t have really fit in the main film series.

- Not big on this Cfi-Xi character, she mainly seems to be here to “no homo” C-3PO. And her main role relating to the Sith Planet ended up played just fine by C-3PO in TROS anyway.

- BB-8 had the kind of fake-out death they ended up giving to Chewie.

- Wow, so Hux was supposed to die in Episode VIII and Phasma in Episode IX originally. Funny how that got totally flipped backward in the versions we actually ended up getting.

- OK, this “family time” that Rey’s getting is precious. It’s sad we didn’t get to see this.

- Hoo boy, “this is the bad ass Luke Skywalker we’ve been waiting for!” Really? Et tu, J.J and Kasdan? In light of the recent showing by Luke in The Mandalorian, I again question why this portrayal of the character is so widely beloved by fans when it has little to no basis in the OT.

- Rey vs. Kylo Ren in a raging ocean backdrop; here in Episode VIII rather than IX. Similarly, it’s a duel that Kylo clearly has in the bag, but a fluke in the Force allows Rey to survive, although I much prefer the fluke we got to the one this treatment proposes because....

- Goddamn it, J.J. You’re doing the time travel / time paradox shit again? Were Lost, Fringe and Star Trek not enough for you to explore that concept in? This is the biggest part of these treatment drafts that rubs me the wrong way, it’s just so needlessly convoluted and cliche.

- Also, yet another Mystery Box in Luke’s severed hand on Saccrum.

- No Jedi Leia in that flashback? Yeah, I can see why Kathleen Kennedy rejected this.

- Btw, Rian Johnson wasn’t the only one who was going to turn Luke into an asshole failure, it seems. Making this highly risky plan with Ben and not letting his parents know about it? Dick! 

- Snoke is the one who destroys Luke’s academy, not Kylo Ren. And he does so as he is dying; another clue-in that there’s more to Snoke than it seems given that he’s still around.

- Lando would have been in Episode IX anyway, albeit still running Cloud City.

- The idea for this Episode IX is that the Skywalkers are a Jedi dynasty that long predated Anakin (Shmi being a descendant of it), and the Palpatines were their Sith enemies. Sheev Palpatine also would have died his first death generations ago and was being constantly resurrected via clone bodies made on Saccrum ever since, so the one that Anakin killed wasn’t the original; Palpatine can’t be stopped unless Saccrum is destroyed. While not as convoluted as the time paradox shit, I appreciate the simpler route they ended up taking.

- J.J and Kasdan always wanted Rey’s father to be a defective Palpatine clone.

- There was never a planned origin for Snoke in these treatments; wherever he came from the bottom line was that Palpatine brought him onto his side by promising to share his key to immortality (constant cloned bodies made on Sacccrum) with him. Again, this ended up being simplified into Snoke just being a whole-sale creation of Palpatine’s from the very beginning.

- Since these are treatments, the “love” part of the dynamic between Rey and Kylo Ren is highly underdeveloped and would likely have been fleshed out in screenwriting. The end result, with the deprogramming vision of Rey and Darth Vader, sounds pretty effective though, but I think I much prefer the Leia death / vision of Han version that we ended up with.

- LOL, the “droid way of making love”. I want to see this idea repurposed someday.

- That’s an interesting twist on Alderaan, although it really doesn’t amount to anything given that the planet Leia grew up on and called home still got destroyed by the Death Star.

- “Magic blood”, another J.J-ism. Again, I much prefer the simpler version TROS gave us.

- The climax’s structure is basically the same as in TROS, with Rey (and others) heading to the Sith planet from Ahch-To and then Leia’s Resistance forces going there from their base, with Rey and Ben facing Palpatine. The biggest differences is that we also have Luke vs. Snoke and Finn vs. Phasma battles going on, in addition to a Jedi vs. Sith ground battle.

- Yeah, I don’t really care for how Phasma’s death is handled: making her hideously scarred and treating her sympathetically don’t sit right with me. Rian Johnson did it better, IMO.

- No red stormtroopers here, but there are red Tie Fighters.

- Ben still gives his life to save Rey, albeit in a less literal manner.

- Palpatine still wants Rey to ascend to the Sith throne and rule by his side. Also: “he loves the smell of burning hair, it reminds him of home”!? Wow, that’s dark in what it’s implying...

- OK, so while not a Jedi, Leia is the Big Damn Hero in the end. That makes sense.

- WTF? Rey straight-up kills Palpatine with Sith lightning!? Yeah, that definitely wasn’t ever gong to fly with Lucasfilm, since it totally contradicts ROTJ’s message! It was inevitable that we’d end up with the more correct “Rey deflects Palpatine’s own Sith lightning back at him”.

- “Rey Skywalker” is the end point for the story here as well, but it ending on Tatooine is so much more emotional than ending it on Alderaan Prime, a place that only just now exists.

My final impression is that we probably could have had the best version of the Sequel Trilogy possible IF the right corrections were made when adapting these treatments into real screenplays, such as axing the more convoluted and pointlessly fanservice-y elements and making different choices for a few of the characters (Rey, Kylo Ren, C-3PO, Phasma, etc...also something more substantial for Poe since they clearly had no idea what to do with him). However, it was also an impossibility for it to ever happen due to many different factors, the biggest of which being Carrie Fisher’s passing in 2016. So as it stands, I am still satisfied with the version we got and am especially happy that J.J returned for TROS to provide the end of the Skywalker Saga with some of his original (mercifully fine-tuned and simplified) ideas.

[latin-dr-robotnik]

Chanting: Do it do it do it do it! Give us the tsun hedgie!

Well, since you asked…

Just let me… “borrow” the framework from a previous ask just to better inspire myself, it’s my first time with tsundere Sonic after all!

Tsundere Sonic: it-it’s not like I like you or anything, dummy! 

Amy: Sonic you are currently holding me bridal style in a death grip and nearly stomped Eggman into the ground when Metal almost impaled me 

Tsundere Sonic: I just don’t like seeing my friends hurt don’t think too hard 

Amy: ¿¿¿???

(btw, I just noticed you used “¿?”, which means… ¿tenemos a un anon español por aquí? 👀👀)

As Sonic kept running away from the danger zone with Amy, he couldn’t resist getting his mind off the road and checking on her. Much to his annoyance, the pink hedgehog still looked very confused about what happened moments prior.

“Oh, don’t give me that look.” Sonic exclaimed, “I’m sure you’re very grateful that your hero Sonic managed to rescue you from danger again, right?”

“Well, I do. So what are you going to do now, oh my ever so loving hero, are you going to kiss me while we ride to the sunset?”

“WHAT? NO! It was just helping a f-friend, nothing mo-more! Don’t be silly!”

“A friend that you are seemingly protecting too much, even if she can handle herself…”

“Hey!” He cleared his throat, then continued. “I’m protecting you from your own recklessness.”

“Look who’s talking about being reckless! Ha!”

Sonic looked away, hiding a little blush. Then he murmured a handful of words he’s been saying a lot recently…

“Oh, I hate you so much.”

As they reached a hill overlooking the afternoon sky, Sonic could see the Tornado closing in quickly. As it landed, Tails jumped out of his seat and ran towards Sonic, clearly concerned.

“Sonic! Are you guys okay? Saw you running away with Amy and thought something wrong happened.”

“Well,” Amy interjected, “I think he got a little too emotionally invested in the whole situation…”

“I just saved you.” Sonic looked quite uninterested. “I saw you in danger, and saved you. There’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Okay…” Tails still wasn’t sure at all what really happened, “I have to give Knuckles a call real quick to know if he managed to scare off what was left of Eggman’s assault, and then I’m blasting off again, you coming Sonic?”

“Of course, bro.”

“And you, Amy? Oh, hold on, I’ll be right back.”

As Tails reached back to the Tornado, Amy saw this moment as an opportunity to get a better glimpse at what’s going on with Sonic.

“Actually, Sonic, would you walk me home?” Amy put her best cute face for the show. “You see, I’m still hurting a little bit after the battle, and I could use some help…”

“You said you can handle yourself.” Sonic responded with that same indifference as before. “You’ll do fine, bye.”

“Well then!” Amy exclaimed. “Do you know if Shadow still has his motorcycle? He said he would pick me up if I ever needed…”

Sonic’s face instantly changed.

“No way!” He bursted, “l will take you home! Because… it’s… DANGEROUS! Yes! It’s very dangerous to ride his bike, you know! I care about your SAFETY, and it’s not like I don’t want you to spend time with that faker… Jealous? Not at all! ha ha!”

Amy gave him the knowing smile.

“Don’t look at me like that,” then he extended his arms to her, “hop in, you dummy.”

“Thank you, my hero.”

“I hate you…” Sonic murmured, while his mind locked once again on the road ahead.

“Oh, I know. Love you too.”

And they blasted off back to the city… and Tails was left behind with no clue about what happened.

“Sonic? Amy? Where did you guys go? What did I miss? Oh, man, these two…”

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A few closing notes:

1. I have absolutely no idea how to fully realize tsundere Sonic right now, I tried to hit at least as many of the more common clichés as possible (the “hate to love you” trope reminds me a lot of a song by Mano Negra that I really like, heh), but did I do it well? pls don’t kill me ok

2. I lost the first draft that originally went on a more “awkward café date” direction because of some silly shit I did while I tried to save it, so I made this instead after I threw the computer out of the window lol

3. Proof-reading will continue after posting this, don’t worry. I just want to get this out of the door because anon will yell at me if I don’t ;P

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The Masked Singer Season 4 Episode 4: Group B Playoff Time! A Reveal That Had Me Shook AF... Commentary and Guesses

Hi fellow Masked Singer lovers! Welcome (once again) to Ana's Masked Singer recap, where I, Ana, recap every single episode of the Masked Singer. If you are new, welcome! So what I do is pretty much start with the eliminated contestant, give my thoughts (this one's juicy based on the title, I promise you that), and then go into my guesses of the remaining contestants/my thoughts on their performances. Alright, so explination out of the way, let's get started

(Warning: The below info contains spoilers for the episode, read at your own risk... don't comment that I spoiled it for you because this girl warned you.)

Alright, so first and foremost, let’s talk about the shocker of the night, the eliminated contestant who was...

*DRUMROLL PLEASE*

The Baby Alien 👽

Performance: You know his performance of It’s Time by Imagine Dragons was actually pretty good, I am kind of sad that he left so soon. I knew it was either him or Whatchamacallit who was going to leave, but my money was on Whatchamacallit so I was kinda bummed to see Baby Alien go. However, it made for a great reveal, like damn I am still shocked and it’s been days (apologies for the delay in this btw, it’s been a busy couple of weeks).

So Baby Alien was revealed to be to my surprise...

Mark Sanchez

Ok so if you don't know who he is, neither did I. The shocking part for me was that he is a freaking NFL QUARTERBACK and I was totally expecting an actor or a comedian under that mask. That Russian accent really got me, oh my God! Having said that, I am really impressed by him since he had to carry a 40 pound thing & learn how to maneuver a puppet. It's super cool to see an athlete really into acting, Broadway, and musie gives me low key Troy Bolton from HSM vibes and I love it!

Here are some clues that you (and me too) probably have missed:

Hot dog, Friends clues, NY clues in general- I mean he was the NY Jet quarterback so there’s that

Parade with the roses- his college team was USC and he played in the Rose Bowl helping them win in 2009

Horseshoe, horse clue- other teams he played for like Denver Broncos or USC Trojans

Alright so yup, now that that’s cleared up (omg still surprised), let’s go into the 4 remaining Group B contestants:

1. The Serpent 🐍

Performance: His performance of The Bones by Maren Morris was amazing and omg I am in between 2 people when I listen to this, but nevertheless he is one of my favorites on the show so we stan.

As for my guess, I still gotta believe that it is Broadway sensation...

Leslie Odom Jr.

Ok so when I said I was stuck between 2 people, I meant him or Chris Jackson (who is also in Hamilton and played George Washington), but I feel pretty strong about Leslie because of the clues:

Rent reference= he began his Broadway career in the show Rent at the age of 17

Crossaint= could be either a reference to a Smash episode he was in called “Coffee and Crossiants, anyone?” or that he was involved in the 2018 New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival

Childhood (Physical on-stage) Clue: the baby bottle and “Got Clues?” = He did a commercial called Got Hamilton for the Got Milk campaign

2. The Crocodile

Performance: So he sang Toxic by Britney Spears which was an interesting song choice ngl, but I really enjoyed it more than the first one for sure. His falsetto was insane in this song and I really enjoyed it, you can tell he’s a pro singer, and I can recognize that voice anywhere...

I am still gonna go with for my guess as one of the Backstreet Boys...

Nick Carter

The clues really sealed the deal for me to think it’s Nick:

Orange Tree- he grew up in FL

The whole father story with the $100 paycheck= he wrote this in his book

“Toxic” parts of his past= he does have a very toxic relationship with his family (his parents were unhappy and him/his siblings didn’t really get along, i.e. his public feud with his famous brother Aaron Carter)

The 5 on the door= 5 Carter siblings including Nick

3. The Whatchamacallit

Performance: This time he performed “Money Maker” by Ludacris and Pharrell Williams and honestly he got moves but he is the weakest vocal wise, he reminds me of Frog from last season but not as strong of a rapper. For sure, he isn’t a pro rapper, but I do still think he is an athlete

As for my guess, I changed my answer and this time I am gonna go with another athlete...

Lonzo Ball

Ok so I changed my guess due to a YouTube comment telling me to watch his rap battle with T-Pain, and guys if you hear that, they sound very very similar.... but I am also convinced due to the clues:

3 Bees 🐝 = BBB aka the Big Baller Brand, his family’s brand

His mom being in bad shape= she suffered a stroke in 2017 which is right when he was drafted for the Lakers which explains the whole I was at the height of my career until I got the call thing

Childhood clue: book “hairy tales of the whatcha dam by Doodad doohickey” = idk this tbh, there are no books by him or his family maybe it’s because his family and him own a business together and are super close?

4. The Seahorse

Performance: OMG her performance of “My Heart Will Go On” by Celine Dion was the best performance of the night! I was shook, she is amazing! I mean I knew she was amazing, but I didn’t expect that level of amazingness wow she’s so good. Bet anything that a woman is going to win The Masked Singer again this season because the females are the strongest, and the only people leaving so far have been male.

I am certainly positive that she is former American Idol contestant:

Tori Kelly

Ok so the clues are very telling:

9pm clocks and the fail stamp= she lost the 9th season of American Idol during the Hollywood round and Simon ripped her a new one like damn he was super harsh on her I remember that

I posted up in my room= probably a reference to her YouTube covers

Smile with slash= her song unbreakable smile

Well guys, we are done here! Thank you for reading and I’ll see you all next week (hopefully because this week is World Series and if that doesn’t get extended, we will be back next week... if not, in 2 more weeks we’ll be back) when we introduce the remaining 5 masks that I (and hopefully all of you as well) have been waiting for, Group C! Don’t forget to comment if you agree/disagree with my guesses, what your guesses are if they are different from mine, who your favorites are, and if you guessed the Baby Alien (if you did, damn you’re good!). Bye everybody!

[alaynes-writings]

Penpals

Summary: The reader is exchanging e-mails with an unknown person because of a school project. Since they really like each other, they decide to finally meet in person.

Pairing: Alexander Hamilton x reader

Time period: modern

Word count: 2,401

Warnings: none

A/N: Lowkey inspired by Love, Simon. Amazing movie. Amazing book. Also I love penpals. As always, please tell me if you notice any mistakes so I can correct them. If you have time, feedback would be nice. Enjoy!

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The most exciting thing you did every day was turning on your computer. Not because you were a huge nerd or had an unhealthy obsession with the internet. No, it was because you couldn’t wait to read a new message from him.

Impatiently you drummed with your fingers on your desk as your browser opened and you logged in into your email account. You almost squeaked in excitement and a huge grin spread on your face when you saw the little “one” next to the new-messages-button.

From: youngscrappyandhungry@gmail.com

To: mysteriousperson13@gmail.com

13th October 2018, 8:43 am

Regard: I love autumn too!

Ah, I’m so glad you love autumn too! It’s my favourite season. I can finally drink coffee again without dying of heat and when I’m writing outside I’m much more inspired. Nature is just so wonderful. Also Halloween is the best thing because there’s lots of candy. Do you like Halloween too?

PS: Did you notice that today is the 13th ? Of course you noticed, it’s your favourite number. But anyway, happy 13th!

You chuckled at the last sentence. How cute that he remembered, that 13 was your favourite number! You opened a new draft and tried to think of an answer.

This whole thing had started a few weeks ago when the school psychologist had the great idea that the students should get to know each other better, most importantly, people who don’t normally hang out together. So this was basically one of those “We are all one big family”-projects. You had hated the idea, there was a reason some people just don’t hang out, maybe you weren’t interested in “making new friends”. But unfortunately this wasn’t obligatory and everyone had to hand in their email-adress. Since you didn’t want anybody to know which email belonged to you, you had created mysteriousperson13 and you didn’t really expect to get any messages. But two days after handing in your email, a message had appeared and since your curiosity was stronger than your dislike for the project you had clicked on it. That’s when you met youngscrappyandhungry. Even though you didn’t know who he was, you two had been messaging back and forth every day for the last weeks. At first you didn’t want to answer. But the message was actually kinda cute and so you gave it a shot. And he was perfect. You two got along so well and soon you felt like you could talk about anything. He was incredibly intelligent, witty and you looked forward to his messages every day.

But you never read them in school on your phone because one time Angelica had gotten really curious why your eyes were practically glued to your screen. She had tried to get a glimpse at your phone and in that moment you decided that this was just for you. You didn’t want to share this yet. So you always waited until you were alone in your room.

From: mysteriousperson13@gmail.com

To: youngscrappyandhungry@gmail.com

13th October 2018, 4:23 pm

Regard: Happy 13th!

First of all, happy 13th to you too! And second, I think you’re obsessed with coffee. Do you ever sleep?

But to answer your question, Halloween and I have a complicated relationship. I love the decoration and the music and the sweets but I’m scared very easily so I basically don’t leave the house on that day. Very childish, I know.

You clicked send and took a deep breath to calm yourself down. You always felt so excited when you were talking to him. And even though you were fine with the situation, the need that you wanted to know who you were talking to, had been growing the last days. When you first asked him who he was, he answered that he wanted to remain anonymous and that was okay for you. But now that you knew so much about each other, you couldn’t help but wonder who he was. The only clues you had was that he was a boy, going to the same school as you and he liked drinking coffee. But a lot of people drank coffee at school so that wouldn’t really help you. He also loved to write and you knew he had a way with words. He had told you that he had a few close friends and that there was someone at school he really didn’t like and got into fights with a lot. He also liked history and politics, so you could delimit the people that came into question, but that still left you with a group around 40 people. And you didn’t even knew half of them. But you were also scared to ask him to reveal himself again. And the more you thought about it, the stronger your fear became. What if he didn’t like you any more when he found out who you are? But you tried to keep those thoughts out of your head.

You sat down at your desk and started doing your homework. Or at least you tried. Your eyes constantly wandered off, glancing at the screen of you computer, impatiently waiting for his reply. You didn’t even know if he was home yet or when he would see your message. You knew that he didn’t have tons of extra courses but he liked to hang out at cafés to write. But he also had internet access there. You sighed, knowing that it was ridiculous to think like that. But then a soft ‘bing’ came from your computer and the homework was forgotten  You clicked on the new message.

From: youngscrappyandhungry@gmail.com

To: mysteriousperson13@gmail.com

13th October 2018, 4: 35 pm

Regard: Halloween party

I’m not obsessed with coffee!

Okay maybe a bit. Just slightly. I just like it. And it keeps me awake. Don’t judge.

And coming back to Halloween, does that mean you won’t be at the Halloween party the school is hosting? I know it’s not really good or anything and most people are only there because they have to but I was hoping you would be there. And maybe I could buy you a drink?

You were pretty sure your heart just skipped a beat at that. Did he really want to meet you? You hadn’t really processed the thought, when another ‘bing’ came and you hurried to click on the second message.

From: youngscrappyandhungry@gmail.com

To: mysteriousperson13@gmail.com

13th October 2018, 4: 36 pm

Regard: I’m sorry

Nevermind, that was weird I’m sorry. It’s perfectly fine if you don’t want to meet and if you don’t like Halloween or parties or anything, I should have asked first if you wanted to meet. I’m sorry.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. It was cute that he thought you might not want to meet him. You were pretty sure it was quite clear that you liked him. And he sounded so… nervous. Not that you weren’t nervous too, but as you thought about it now, you really wanted to meet him.

From: mysteriousperson13@gmail.com

To: youngscrappyandhungry@gmail.com

13th October 2018, 4:42 pm

Regard: I don’t like cherries

I’d like to meet you. Very much. So I’ll come to that stupid party but you have to make sure, I won’t die of a heart attack. And you can buy me a drink, but not the ones with the cherries, I tried them last year and they were horrible.

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The next two weeks went by way too slowly for your liking. You felt nervous when you thought about meeting him, but you were also excited. You two kept texting back and forth but you could sense from the way he was writing that he was nervous too. You were scared he could cancel everything. But then it was suddenly October 31st and you two had agreed to meet in front of the history classroom. You had also exchanged phone numbers so you could contact each other more easily.

You hadn’t really put any effort in your costume and now, standing in front of the mirror, you regretted that. It was a simple witch costume that had been in your closet for a while. But since you never celebrated Halloween in that way, you didn’t own anything better and now it was too late to get another one. So you had to go with it.

When you arrived at the school it was already crowded. You were surprised by how many people actually attended the party. You made your way through the crowd and positioned yourself in front of the classroom and took out your cellphone. 8:51 pm. You had agreed to meet at 9.

Nervously you looked around, watching the people around you. Was he already here too? Did he already see you? Was he happy? Disappointed?

You clutched your phone in your hand and took a few deep breaths to calm your racing heart. The minutes passed and they felt like hours to you. 9:01 pm. Suddenly your phone vibrated. A new message!

Sorry to keep you waiting. But I’m afraid of your reaction when you find out who I am. Promise not to judge immediately?

You quickly typed an answer.

I’m scared too. So I promise not to judge if you don’t judge.

You looked around, trying to spot people who were on their phones. You noticed a guy from your English class whose name was Trevor. Was he the one you had been exchanging emails with? But then he looked up and put the phone in his back pocket, turning his attention to his friends. So it wasn’t him. You nervously started chewing on your bottom lip when your phone vibrated again.

Don’t be scared. I’m coming now. You look really pretty tonight btw.

You were sure your heart stopped at the last sentence. You look really pretty tonight btw. That meant he already knew who you were. And he thought you were pretty. So he wasn’t disappointed? He liked you? Everything would be fine?

You were so caught up in your thoughts that you hadn’t even noticed the person approaching you and you flinched when someone tapped on your shoulder.

You just stared at him for a few seconds, unable to say something. It was Alexander Hamilton. The Alexander Hamilton. A genius in school, pretty popular and very handsome as well. He was dressed in a black suit with a dark cape. A vampire costume. With his long hair in a ponytail he really looked like he just jumped out of the 18th century.

“Hi.”, he said, seeming a bit insecure by your reaction. “It’s me.”

Mentally you went through everything he had ever told you about him in his mails and suddenly it was perfectly clear. He loved history and politics and writing, he couldn’t live without coffee, the information you had about his friends and his fights with Thomas Jefferson, even though he had never mentioned any names. Suddenly you wondered how you could have been so blind.

“Hi.” you finally managed to get out. You smiled at him shyly.

His expression immediately changed, returning your smile.

“I’m glad we’re finally meeting. Are you… okay with it?”

You quickly nodded. “I’m just… surprised I guess.”

“But in a good way?” he asked, almost hopefully. You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Yes in a good way.”

He visibly relaxed and smiled softly.

“Well then, I’m pretty sure I promised you a drink.” He offered you his arm and you took it, giggling.

“I remember that. And now you have to tell me why the hell you decided to take this project seriously and sent me that email.”

He blushed and you two stopped at the end of the line of the sales booth.

“You know… honestly I have to make a confession.”

You raised an eyebrow. “A confession?”

He nodded and cleared his throat before he answered.

“You know the school psychologist needed some help with the mail addresses and to match the students and I volunteered to do that and maybe… I kinda sabotaged it so I would get your email.”

And again you could only stare at him, not really knowing what to say.

“Please don’t be mad. I just really wanted to get to know you and I thought maybe...” he trailed off and left the sentence unfinished. But you weren’t mad. You just didn’t really understand.

“But… you do know that you could have just talked to me, right?”

He let out a nervous laugh and his cheeks turned pink.

“I know. But… I was to scared.”

“I’m scary?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No! That’s not what I meant.” he quickly clarified, shaking his head. “Remember the history project two months ago? We worked together.”

You remembered. You had never really spoken to Alexander before, but that day you got teamed up for a small presentation. He had been really nice and you were really impressed by his knowledge.

“Yes of course.”

“I just… I really liked you, but when the project was over I didn’t know how to behave. You were always with your friends and I was just scared you would reject me if I asked you out.” he explained. You could see that it was hard for him to admit that.

He sighed. “I’m really sorry. You must think I’m really creepy.”

You laughed. “No, not really. Maybe a bit, but… I guess I’m okay with it. And you put a lot of effort into getting to know me. I appreciate that.”

He seemed relived and a small grin appeared on his face.

“I’m glad to hear that.”

When it was your turn to order the drinks, Alex got you a blueberry drink and a coffee for himself.

“You are really addicted to that stuff.” you said, hiding your smile behind your drink. But of course he noticed it.

“I’m not. I’ll admit that it’s maybe to the best drink when you’re nervous but it’s still delicious.”

You blushed at his confession. He was nervous? Who would have thought that Alexander Hamilton liked you.

“Can I ask you something?” he suddenly said and you turned your attention back to him, nodding.

“Would you go out with me? Like on a real date? A non-halloween-party date? Just… you know, talking. I promise I won’t order a coffee.” The words just stumbled out of his mouth and you could see how embarrassed he felt, but to you, it was the cutest thing.

“Of course. I’d really love to.”

[kane-and-griffin]

HEAR ME OUT: Abby’s Not Dying, She’s Pregnant

Listen.

Consider this.

I KNOW THE FANDOM IS DIVIDED ON ABBY BABY THEORY BUT STICK WITH ME.

@brittanias and I have been hashing this out and here are some thoughts.  All the symptoms we have seen Abby show so far - sleeplessness, tremors, anxiety, hallucination - could actually be symptoms of something completely different.  Such as, for example, pregnancy. When Abby’s on the radio with Kane, what we see of her does not actually appear to present as a seizure; it presents much more like an anxiety attack.  She’s restless, pacing, her jaw is clenching, her hands are shaking, and then when she hears Marcus she calms down.  What we have NOT seen yet: weakness, collapsing, fainting, sweating, bleeding from the nose or mouth, foaming, rage/mania, or a scan of Abby’s brain.

THEORY: The reminder about Abby also getting fried with the EMP, just like Raven was, and the link of Abby’s symptoms with Raven’s symptoms are a narrative misdirect (perhaps its purpose is to give a reason why Abby’s contraception chip was fried and she didn’t know it); otherwise all the attention paid to the idea that this brain thing could present very differently in different people wouldn’t actually matter, unless it was so they could show us symptoms of something that was not a brain tumor and convince us to believe it was a brain tumor.  So we see Raven hallucinate and then have a seizure, we have Abby explain why, we have Jackson say “but the same thing happened to you, I should check you,” and then we have Abby being stubborn and insisting she’s fine and refusing to let him check her.  So it’s possible that the reason we see Abby’s first symptom - the hallucination (of her child, btw) in the same episode as Raven’s is to make sure we, the audience, are going “oh shit” and immediately assuming they are the exact same kind of hallucination.  Even though hallucinations are a very common symptom of extreme sleeplessness and sleeplessness is a common symptom of a whole huge range of things.

[Edited to add, per Brittany’s suggestion just now: we don’t even know that it was a hallucination. She was alone in the lab; she straight-up could have been dreaming.  (In that fancy bed.)  Just a regular ol’ extremely vivid dream - another common pregnancy symptom.]

Another, slightly more extra, possible indicator that pregnancy is a possibility: the editing of the sex scene.  We didn’t see leadup/cut to black/afterglow like the show usually does; we saw Kane finish.  It’s possible the writers and directors are just plain old Kabby trash like we are, but it’s also possible it’s plot-relevant in some way that we have concrete proof that Kane came inside her.

So this is my prediction.  I don’t think either of them are going to die.  I think for Raven, the narrative purpose of the “oh no you have a brain thing” is not the possibility of death, it’s the seizures.  It’s to put Raven in a situation where we know there is a danger she could completely lose control of her physical body, with all of humanity on the line.  They made a big point of Raven having to switch the rocket to manual, which now means only Raven can fly it.  They made a big point of how they needed all those barrels of hydrazine for the rocket and now they’re down one; what if they can coast on only the remaining fuel as long as the rocket is only carrying the weight of one passenger and they strip out all the unnecessary internal workings to make it lighter?  Then Raven is in space, alone, with all the Nightblood, with brain that could go into seizure at any moment when she’s over-stressed.  We also have Luna’s ability to soothe Raven with her words, and we have Murphy being in the room for every one of Raven’s failed flight simulator drills (playing with a toy car whose controls are very similar to the rocket). I don’t think it’s outside the bounds of possibility that they’re setting us up for Raven to have a seizure as the rocket is landing and even though it’s in manual, Murphy has to figure out how to land it himself while Raven’s incapacitated and Luna is trying over the headset to soothe her out of her seizure.

As far as Abby, I think the narrative purpose of “oh no you also have the brain thing” could very plausibly be to set us up in the only conceivable situation where Abby would have to consent to let Jackson give her a full medical scan. If there wasn’t a chance she was seriously sick, she’d never allow it.  There’d be no point.  But if she got pregnant in Polis, then she’s less than 2 months along, which means she might not be showing and most of her symptoms might easily look like something else, especially if she already thought there was a chance she did have something else.  So my guess is that she’s going to end up pushing herself and pushing herself until she has some kind of a meltdown or collapses from exhaustion or something happens where she finally has to face the thing she’s been trying not to have to face, her fear that she might also have what Raven has.  But she’d never say “sure go ahead give me a full physical” unless she had a very good reason and Jackson had reached a point of no longer being willing to be talked out of it.  Exhaustion, anxiety/tremors, and lack of sleep could all very easily be a combination of stress, overwork and pregnancy; hallucinations or lucid dreams sometimes are as well.  Especially given that the content of the dream was her child, in danger.

In terms of the narrative purpose to be served by Abby possibly being pregnant, there are a couple possibilities.  One important thing to remember, which I had forgotten until an anon just reminded me of it, is that all the Sky People are universal blood donors, while the Grounders are not.  It’s possible that the “disappointing setback” the episode description for 408 mentions with regard to the experiment on the Grounder redshirt is because maybe a Grounder can’t take another Grounder’s blood if they aren’t type-compatible.  So that means they can’t go to space to manufacture Nightblood synthetically, and they can’t use Luna’s bone marrow to save all the Grounders; they could save all the Sky People, and they could save Grounders compatible with Luna’s blood type, but that’s all.  But if they had, oh, let’s say, Nightblood embryonic stem cells from a baby of two Skaikru universal-donor parents, then by the magic of television science (I DON’T THINK ANY OF THIS IS REAL, I JUST MEAN BY THE RULES OF HOW THIS SHOW WORKS), that could crack the code for a vaccine that could save everyone, as Clarke always intended – not just the Sky People.  

Another factor is that a number of people have tossed around the idea of long-term cryosleep and the theories about a five-year time jump in the finale being connected; that is, maybe one of the “lifeboats” they come up with to save some portion of the group is related to putting people in long-term stasis.  @knowlesian has a fantastic theory I’ll be making her elucidate when she guest-hosts Meta Station next week about how it’s possible that Cadogan’s secret “thirteenth level” was not merely a fancier bunker, but pods for long-term space travel in cryosleep similar to the ones we learned about in that story about the asteroid miners for whom Becca invented Nightblood in the first place. It was to protect them from solar radiation while in cryosleep for long space journeys.  (One factor to consider here is the constant reiteration that Raven’s brain could heal itself if she just took it easy, which of course she never fuckin’ does; however, a five-year nap in cryostasis is probably enough time for her to wake up rested and ready for the writers not have to keep writing seizures into her storyline for Season 5.)  Again, using the magic of Television Science, something something handwave handwave the Nightblood in the placenta keeps the fetus safely in stasis while Abby goes under so they don’t have to deal with the fact that she’ll still only be 2 months along when the death wave comes.  This also makes room for the most crackpot of my crackpot Pregnant Abby theories, the idea that the season’s continued thematic parallels of Abby with Bellamy (up to and including very literal moments like Abby napping on the couch and dreaming of the 100 vs. Bellamy napping on the couch while Clarke drafts the list of the new 100) are actually clues as well.  There were 100 spots on the dropship but 101 passengers, because Bellamy stowed away.  If Cadogan left 100 cryosleep pods, there would be 101 passengers if Abby’s pregnant.

On a thematic level, of course, a baby symbolizes hope and possibility and the future; it’s a nice narrative device to tie the theme of hope which has always been primarily centered on Kane and Abby’s relationship over the course of the show and make it literal.  The first Skaikru baby being born to the Chancellors feels right, and it ramps up the emotional stakes for both of them to stratospheric levels because everything is more risky for a pregnant woman. It’s also a nice way to set up a long-term possibility for Season 5 where we get to see Skaikru emerging from the wreckage, trying to rebuild a home, and a radiation-immune Nightblood baby as a sign that the human race will continue is a nice sort of thematic illustration of that sense of possibility.  

I KNOW IT SOUNDS CRAZY AND I COULD BE LAUGHABLY WRONG

BUT IF IT TURNS OUT ABBY IS NOT DYING, SHE’S PREGNANT, I’M GOING TO BE SO RELIEVED

h/t again to @brittanias and @knowlesian, as well as to @reblogginhood who occasionally feeds my tin hat conspiracy theories with things like “Vesta was a fertility goddess I’M JUST SAYING”

[inukag-week]

InuKag Last Day Bonus: Thank You Cynthia

I can’t believe InuKag Week is actually ending today. It’s been such an amazing fun wild seven days, and it’s felt like an avalanche I was snowboarding on from the very beginning on Monday to the last today. 

All the content has filled me with so much InuKag love, I didn’t even think I was capable of loving this ship anymore than I do, but everyone combined putting out amazing effort to post or reblog or submit, it’s almost like we were all together at a week long festival just happy to be around. I’ve discovered so many people from this event, my following list has GROWN exponentially haha. 

Last year I made a post like this thanking the fandom, and trust me when I say none of this is possible without the participation and love of a large group of people supporting us throughout the entire thing. You all are the heart and soul of this machine, and it doesn’t have a purpose without you. 

But this year I want to Thank Someone very special and dear to this fandom and myself:

@inukag aka Cynthia, has given so much to make not only this event, but our corner of the InuKag fandom an incredibly fun and interactive place. Last year when we did InuKag week together, we were both already excited and expectant for InuKag Week 2017, and before we knew it, IT WAS 2017, and she had taken care of ALL the prompts, ALL the edits, she REVAMPED the theme of this site, and from the very start on Monday at midnight, she was checking the tags, answering asks, doing it all while I was sleeping. 

(And “Family” day btw? I’ve already told you, but it WRECKED ME. Like a damn wrecking ball, Miley Cyrus aside, it ended my life over and over and over again.) 

She can try telling you we were a team today, but if we were a team, she was my leader and I followed a few miles behind in absolute awe. 

She needs 100% credit for this week, and WHAT BETTER PERSON to give credit to for InuKag week if not the sole owner of the canon InuKag url. (Doesn’t get better than this, folks)

Maybe you’ve known her as “towards-tomorrow” or maybe you’ve just gotten to know her these past two years as “inukag”, but I can promise you that if you’ve ever looked up anything remotely InuKag, you have probably liked or reblogged her gifs and beautiful gorgeous edits or analysis essays. Her imprint on this fandom echoes out from years and years ago to the present. 

She’s been patient and tolerant and kind, digging through canon material to explain things to us- us who have no clue what chapter is what. You could ask her “what chapters did Kagome get mad at Inuyasha?” and she’ll pull out annotated pages with highlighted quotes and footnotes. 

This girl spent days and sleepless hours making sure the promos for the InuKag Week 2017 Master Post were perfect- sometimes, sometimes I wish everyone got a behind the scenes look at how she spends meticulous time making sure every frame is perfect, making sure she has the right English verbiage, going through drafts and drafts on her tumblr until she has it just right. Still kicking herself sometimes for it not being as perfect as SHE wanted it to be, even though it’s BEYOND PERFECT to everyone else. 

She spent time thinking “How can we make this as inclusive as possible?”. She thinks of ideas on how to make it so every single person can do SOMETHING as long as they want to and have the means to access a computer or phone. 

This InuKag Week has by and large been even more fun and successful than the last, and I just want to take a moment to Thank You. 

This fandom doesn’t deserve you, it’s never deserved you. And even when you’re burnt out, even when you’re wondering “is it even worth it”, you pull it through and manage to host an entire week long event that ignites us. 

You are the Queen, and this week would never have functioned the way it has without you. 

(We look professional af Cynthia and it’s all because of you.)

One day you might be making events or sites for big corporate companies (maybe a small indie firm), or sit in a really nice office with a window, and I really hope you remember the impact you’ve made in this VERY LARGE corner of the fandom.

I love you, and thank you thank you thank you. 

There’s still the rest of today to enjoy our favorite Soul Mates, so take a break, enjoy your weekend (what’s left of it!) and look back at all these wonderful people celebrating with us. Bask in it. 

HAPPY INUKAG WEEK!!! <3

- Until the next sappy long post on this blog, Mod: Lali

[kissmeunderthestarlight]

I Guess I Need You(Jongup-B.A.P)

Requested by: SiaSuYee

I just murdered myself by choosing to use my bias as the idol...ಠ╭╮ಠ ..btw as I was writing this BTS' Boy Meets Evil came on and it really helped me set the mood x'D Warning, the povs change quite a bit...

~So that I may fall asleep this night as well. Today as well, the alcohol that I mixed and drank and as if I was supposed to, I went to your house. How can I forget? The perfume called you~

Third person POV:

Jongup was sitting on a stool at one of the local bars, drinking his problems away yet again. He had this theory that if he kept himself drunk then all of his woes and sorrows would just magically disappear, yet he had no clue just what danger was lurking around the corner waiting for when he turned his back completely. One more drink he kept telling himself, he didn't care how many glasses the bartender was told to refill, he just wanted to stop thinking. He wanted to get away from his life, away from the pain. But he didn't know that he could never truly escape what he truly loved, and so he stopped after the unknown number of glasses and ordered a coffee wanting to at least be able to play sober when he got home.

Meanwhile, y/n was sitting on the couch at home with a forgotten book laying open on her lap as she drifted asleep. She was waiting up for her husband, Moon Jongup, to get home after completing his 'business' he told her he had to take care of.  She had no idea of what lay ahead, that she might not make it to see her husband walk through the front door safely. No idea of the men currently picking the lock and readying the guns and other weapons that need not be said. Being awoken though by the sound of the door being kicked open, she panicked as she saw the countless number of men with masks covering their faces who were now surrounding her and grabbing ahold of her as she fought against them.

Neither Jongup nor y/n had any idea before that night what it was like to feel completely lost, alone, and helpless. After this night they finally realized how special the other was to them, how much they actually loved one another, and they had no clue if they'd see the other again to let them know.

~I should not, I know I should not but meeting you we burn up again, you and I. It's already too late to go back in time. Next to you, I close my eyes like this again throughout the night, only you~

Your POV:

You shivered as a draft blew in through the crack in the wall and instantly chilled you, making you curl up into a small almost ball like shape to try to keep yourself warm. Being in the room you were thrown in almost made you want to cry, the guys had made sure to get rid of your attitude after they had succeeded in taken you from your home that night you didn't know how long ago. It was pitch black in the room which made it hard for you to keep track of how many days had passed, it didn't help that you had no clue what time that had taken you so you couldn't count the hours as they slowly ticked by.

You had cried yourself dry, leaving tear streaks on your cheeks which were now bruised and bloody from the men that decided they'd 'have fun' with you. Honestly, you had no idea why they were doing this to you. You didn't know why you were kidnapped or why they would take your picture after one of the not so lovely beatings they'd give you. Every night you spent alone, cold, and hungry though you'd start to cry dry tears again suddenly missing your husband. You hadn't wanted to loose hope in him finding you, that was the only thing you had that was keeping you sane. Holding onto that piece of unwavering faith in trust in your husband just made you realize how much you loved him.

You whimpered and hugged yourself tighter as you heard shouting and heavy footsteps running, but you slightly eased up as you heard them pass you and run past the room you were being contained in. Gunshots suddenly went off and your eyes widened as thoughts of the worst possible scenario played over and over in your head, you kept getting stuck on the thought that they were finally coming to finish you off. Silently you sat on the floor in the far corner and kept an eye on the door, waiting for your nightmare to end.

~As If you would explode, I want to embrace you. Right now, at that point on your forehead I wonder if I should match it with my lips. When I think of you crazy crazy crazy. Today as well, I look for you, your blinding body line. I guess I need you, alright guess I need you all day. Feels like it'll explode you should calm my heart. Baby there is no tomorrow, I don't know it I want to open it more~

His POV:

He sighed and rubbed his eyes as yet again another lead was false information. He wanted to pull his hair out and scream, but most of all he just wanted to find her. He hated not having her beside him. The guys were worried and started working hard to find any leads that led to where she had been taken, but they had no clue where to start. The only evidence that she was kidnapped was the blood and picture of her tied up and blindfolded that was left sitting on the couch where she had been sitting on top of the book she was reading.

He felt like it was all his fault, it was though. He should have been home with her, the woman he loves, but instead he was at a bar chugging beers down as if it was the end of the world. When he had gotten home he rushed inside after seeing the front door open and almost collapsed right there when he saw the splatters of blood on the floor. Then he picked up the picture with shaky fingers and rushed to call the guys, letting them know what happened and to start searching any leads.

Now here he was, almost three weeks later and he still had no leads at least he didn't think he had any. As he was about to go to the meet up with the boys he stopped, his heart dropping into his stomach when he saw the envelope laying on the ground in front of his door. He picked it up, opened it, and cried when he looked through all the pictures that were once laying inside of it. He stopped on a picture that had the previous days' date written on the bottom, her hands and ankles were tied and her once beautiful soft hair was now hard and matted with dried blood.

One of her eyes were swollen and red, the other didn't look any better but it looked like she was at least able to look through it. Her cheeks were bruised and her lip was busted. And as far as he able to see in the picture her arms had bruises and cuts. He fisted the envelope and squeezed the picture tight, his hand had started to shake and he closed his eyes to keep the tears at bay. He needed to get to the guys and fast, he knew where she was being held and he would've thanked the idiots for being so stupid if he weren't thinking of ways to kill them all slowly and painfully.

~Slowly move it even deeper make it. Right now, in this moment the paradise of only you and me. Can't escape it now I guess I need you (Yes!) Guess I need you all day~

Third person POV:

Jongup walked up to the table where his crew, and his brothers by heart, were sitting and waiting for him. They stayed quiet once they noticed the look on his face, they could tell he found a lead and this time it was a correct one. Listening, they looked to him with wide eyes as he explained the situation and stared at the photos that were now laying on the table top. No one wanted to pick them up, none had a desire to see you who they all looked to as a sister tied up and beaten.

Himchan though, being the bravest at the moment, picked one up and instantly fisted his hands before standing and pacing at the side of the table. The others, now scared and curious, picked up a photo each and almost threw up at what they saw. The once innocent, lovable, hilarious little sister they knew before was now looking at the floor in what looked like defeat. Daehyun, the one that you felt closest to out of all the boys, instantly teared up and looked up to Jongup with hard eyes demanding to know where you were being held.

Once Jongup had told them where you were they instantly gathered closer and made plans, they wouldn't let you stay there another night. They all had already decided that if it came to it they would gladly die if it meant getting you out and safe, and they would make sure this never happened to you again. Gathering whatever weapons they could find and carry they suited up and headed out as soon as it had gotten dark. The building was bathed in darkness, no light lighting it up at all, which  gave it an eerie feeling. This was definitely the place and they all prepared themselves mentally to get ready for what they were about to do.

Even though this was not the first time they were going to be killing people they had a different purpose this time. Their only purpose was to get you out alive, or they would die trying.

~Lay back on my black sofa Whoa whoa whoa whoa It's our secret that's war war war war. Sticky sweat, our bodies until it wraps up yeah. That star runs away from you until it packs its bags Ay ay ay ay You want me too. When the dawn's light embraces us for sure, we will laugh lady Woo secretive story story story~

Your POV:

The gunshots and thudding was getting closer and you had your eyes closed, you didn't know what was coming but you were honestly scared. Your head shot up as you heard voices whispering outside the room, they were too quiet and you were too far away to recognize the voices. You stayed quiet though, curling up tighter if possible, and watched with fear as the door was kicked open much like the first time. Not being able to watch anymore your head dropped to touch your knees and you silently cried as everything went silent. Your side and ribs opposed as you pulled your legs tighter to your top, trying to disappear into the darkness.

The fall of footsteps walked to where you thought you had hidden yourself well and stopped right in front of you. You started to wail and tried to fight as hands grabbed your arms and pulled them away from you, your eyes were still closed so you had not noticed who was in fact grabbing you but you were confused when the grip was not painful like the others yet gentle and warm. You looked up through the strands of hair that hung in your face and saw through your one usable eye a face that made you start to weep with joy.

~Today as well, I look for you, your blinding body line. I guess I need you, alright guess I need you all day. Feels like it'll explode you should calm my heart. Baby there is no tomorrow, I don't know it I want to open it more. Slowly move it even deeper make it. Right now, in this moment the paradise of only you and me~

His POV:

He watched with blurred vision as y/n finally looked up at him and started to weep, then wrapped his arms tightly around her as she threw herself into his arms. She kept whimpering in pain when his hands would brush over her sides, which meant that she was in serious pain.  He told her to hold on and picked her up, one arm around her back and the other under her knees. Frowning he noticed that her weight was definitely lighter than the last time he saw her, frankly speaking it pissed him off even more and he squeezed her tightly to his chest and kissed her the top of her head.

Nodding to Youngjae, who had come with him to find y/n as backup, they both headed out of the room and to the exit where they had snuck in from. The rest of they boys could be heard fighting with the men who had taken y/n and Jongup wanted nothing more than to turn and put bullets in all of them himself but he didn't want to separate from you. He had just gotten you back and hell would freeze over before he let go of you again.

She had her head layed on his shoulder and both buys noticed that she was shivering so Youngjae instantly shrugged his jacket off and draped it over her tiny frame. Jongup was so scared that he would break her if he held her too tight but he was even more scared that he'd lose her again if he let go. So instead he settled for pulling her closer and walking faster to the car that awaited them, he set her in once they reached it and quickly shut the door knowing she'd be safe in there.

Youngjae had already ran back inside to help and before nodding to the driver, Jongup looked into the backseat where y/n was currently staring up at him with concern and terror. Then with one small nod and smile he motioned to the driver and watched as he drove to the safe spot, instantly hardening his features and running inside to help his brothers.

~Can't escape it now I guess I need you (Yes!) Guess I need you all day. Can't stop I lose control, your blinding body line. I guess I need you, alright guess I need you all day. Feels like it'll explode you should calm my heart. Baby there is no tomorrow, I don't know it. I want to open it more~

Your POV:

Your eyes widened with horror as you stared out the back window at Jongup who was now running back into the building he had carried you from. You had known about what the guys did, you just never commented on it. Now you had no choice but to realize what they actually did and it weighed heavily on your shoulders. You looked towards the front and cleared your throat to talk to the driver, to try to convince him to turn around, to bring you back to where your husband was battling with fate.

You couldn't voice any of this out, your throat raw from barely any water, and was forced to sit in the backseat and suffer a greater pain than your physical one as you slowly were driven away from your love. Jongup couldn't die, you wouldn't forgive yourself if he didn't make it. He always told you not to worry about him, that he could take care of himself, but you always hit him playfully and told him that it's what people do when they're worried about the ones they love.

Sighing, you tried taking deep breaths to calm the turmoil in your stomach only to be forced to stop and hold your side in pain. You didn't know whether they were broken or bruised, but what you did know was that every time you breathed or moved you felt like you could die from the pain. It hurt so much that you hadn't noticed that you had fainted and were now sitting in the silent yet warm car outside of a very familiar building. Your eyes widened and you quickly set your hand atop the door handle, making a move to head inside to look for your husband that you hoped was there. Your plans were stopped though when you heard your driver lock the doors and explain that Jongup wanted you to stay safe in the car, then went on to explain that the car was bullet proof.

"Where's Jongup?" You finally managed to ask, even though it was barely audible.

"He'll be here soon miss."

Miss? "Who are you?"

"I'm Simon, Miss. I'm hoping to join hyung's group!"

Your eyes widened as you finally took the time to study the kid, figuring that he couldn't have been any older than 16. "Kid, how old are you?"

"S-sixteen, miss. Are you alright, miss? You don't look too good."

"Why are you wanting to join the group when you're still so young?!"

~Slowly move it even deeper make it. Right now, in this moment the paradise of only you and me. Can't escape it now I guess I need you (Yes!) Guess I need you all day~

Simon looked down at the wheel and bit his lip. "Because they're actually the only people I can call family. They all treat me as if I was family and I've felt more safe when I'm with them than I've felt my whole life." You stayed silent as Simon trailed off, you hadn't known that the guys were close with anyone else besides each other and you. "Oh, Jongup-hyung!"

You tried to get up but failed when you heard Simon shout out your husband's name. The door was opened and you turned your head to see his handsome face filling your vision, which made tears suddenly form in your eyes. You noticed the tears in his own eyes and attempted to scoot closer to where he stood, but he noticed and got in beside you before you could scoot over all the way. He pulled you into his embrace and layed his head on your own, rubbing your head in a comforting way.

The tears that you were holding back finally spilled out over your cheeks and you looked up to him with your blurry vision. Your hands were brought up to his face as he cuddled and kissed the back of it, mumbling the whole time about how he missed you and how much he loved you.

"I knew you'd find me," you said with your still cracked voice.

Jongup looked away from you with guilt and you knew it was because he was blaming himself about the whole situation. You grabbed his cheeks and kissed him then layed your forehead against his.

"I will always have faith in you, I love you so much. Don't blame yourself, nae sarang."

He looked down to you with wet cheeks from the now spilling tears and leaned his head down to your shoulder, whispering into your ear. "I love you so much, please don't ever leave me. I'm so sorry. Saranghaeyo." He pulled back and softly kissed your busted lip, "Let's get you to the hospital. I'm worried about your ribs, oh and get ready because you won't be leaving my side for a long time. Simon, to the hospital and make it fast please."

You smiled in content, ignoring the discomforting dull ache, as Jongup pulled him closer to you.