#but also bro theres so much happening in those silences between them

[gunsatthaphan]

#oops.

#the eclipse #akkayan #firstkhao #neolouis #khan x thua #kan x thua #the eclipse ep6 #first kanaphan #khaotung thanawat #gmmtv #thai bl #bl drama #LMAO #khan sweetie #you need to be more careful #but also bro theres so much happening in those silences between them #like OOF #theres a lot going on beneath the surface #i love it

[girlzkiss]

i’m burning a cd to listen to in the car (i typically use my phone w bluetooth, but oftentimes it disconnects. and i’m a good driver so obv i just have to like continue driving instead of fixing it. and it feels somehow so humiliating to drive in silence when i don’t want to.  so its nice to have some backup cds for when bluetooth fucks up) and it reminded me of some post i saw awhile ago gawking at some comment a child/teen put on the internet of not understanding how people burned cds. it was obviously posted with the intent of ridiculing the child/teen for not knowing, and making everyone who does know how to burn a cd feel old.

and i hate those kinds of posts. like damn. we do get older? the stuff we know does become a sign of our age? that’s how times supposed to work. it’s weird as hell behavior to act like the next generation needs to know all about the shit you remember. let them make their own memories. like that’s no reason to shit on kids of teens or whatever who don’t know about the stuff we do. it’s also just like, not a productive goal to make people feel old or whatever. it’s just sorta bad news all around.

the people that i’ve known (not talkin abt any of my close friends now or anyone here) that would be like “damn i feel so old for remember VCRs?!?!?!?” or whatever are the same people who don’t give a damn about the technology that came before them, and yet they expect the people younger than they are to give a shit about the stuff they know.

and i think theres this big disconnect too. like new technology isn’t always what kids are exposed to. when i volunteered in a daycare place around 2012-2014 they still only had a VCR connected to a CRT. new technology is expensive, it takes awhile for things to be completely converted over into whatever is the newest technology. i’m sure there’s a lot of kids growing up with new tech, but i’m also sure there’s as many kids growing up with old tech -- even if that old tech is only at their daycare’s, or their grandma’s. or whatever else. and i could think of more examples than this! like i remember in 2019 picking up some video games at the library, and this family with little kids (think between the ages of 3 and 9) were picking out wii games... and wii games only.

like idk. i grew up in the early 2000s. the gamecube/xbox/and ps2 were being sold... but like i had a n64, nes, and sega genesis as a kid. the nes was given to my mom from my uncle, cause she liked playing the original mario bros, and ironically the n64 was also given from the same uncle, cause he knew my mom liked the nes and thought she’d like the n64. the sega genesis meanwhile was my dad’s lol. all of them were older than the current generation and that’s normal as hell.

but like it’s also normal as hell to not know about these things. everyone’s exposed to different things, there’s no obligation to understand the things of yesteryear unless youre interested in them or just so happen to be exposed. it’s not bad to not know something that by all means is outdated and before your time.

it’s just sorta a mess. i hope people observe the world around them more thoughtfully. i don’t care about some kid posting about not knowing how CD-Rs work. they’re allowed to not know that. but all the same, there could be a ton of kids younger than them that adore making mixtape CD-Rs.everyone has a different understanding of the world around them, and a different level of access to different things. it’s complicated and as much as technology is somewhat linear in it’s cycle of evolution, the cycle of adopting said technology as well as access to it is not linear.

#personal post

[danceing-spelled-wrong]

Made a Grumpus OC

They're just one of few of them..not sure if I'll draw any of them, I drew them because..I'm bored

I have a grumpsona in mind..but I'm not finish with it's design

I guess I'll explain them

Amly Ductforce(I'm bad at names) came to Snaktooth island because they were bored and needed a vacation from their "job"

He's gender-fluid and doesn't mind people getting his pronouns wrong when he doesn't feel that gender, but some just call him a "They" and that's fine by him

One thing that she's really good at, is lying and stealing. When she came to Snaktooth Island, she started her hobby right away and stole some things from Wambus which got him pretty upset

He gives everyone nicknames despite not liking anyone besides Cromdo

She likes order yet enjoys chaos, sometimes, she would plant random objects that belong to the residents in each other's huts to start up something

When the town split, he went to the Boiling Bay due to the nice warm yet cold feel to it and because she wanted to steal stuff from Floofty

They're probably in their late 40s early 50s

Her and Cromdo get along for the most part as long as she doesn't steal anything from him

In their hut, they have a lot of stolen objects, most from Wambus

Their hut is beside Liz and Egg's hut but is to the right of the beach

If he was in the game, then you'd meet them the same time you meet Floofty

She doesn't like Lizbert because she always calls her out on the stuff she steals, same for Beffica

Due to his hatred to Lizbert, he shares the same hatred towards Eggabell but doesn't go out his way to steal from her, seeing her as too fragile

He's scared of Chandlo(because he would snap her like a twig), Shelda(because she acts like a cult leader), and Gramble(because he's too nice)

If they get caught stealing, they lie about it and theres a 90% chance it'll work due to their confident sounding voice and being a bit manipulative

Dialogue in game:

What everyone thinks of them

Filbo:

"Oh..them? They're..ok, as long as they don't cause any trouble.."

Wambus:

"...."

Beffica:

"She's just a thief, no wonder her and Cromdo work so well together, they're nothing but squeebs."

Gramble:

"I never spoke to him before..but..I don't think he likes me very much.."

Wiggle:

"She stole my banjo and said she wanted to play a song, but then she threw it off a cliff! I'm so glad I have fast reflexives."

Snorpy:

"All they do is steal stuff! Then lie about stealing that stuff! I haven't gotten my inventions back in 3 months!"

Cromdo:

"Ah..that grump is something all right..greatest business partner ever, she and I are gonna rule the money world!"

Triffany:

"Oh..Amly? I don't come in contact with her often but Wamby doesn't like her."

Chandlo:

"After they stole my balls AND Snorpy's inventions, I promised to never speak to them for the rest of my life bro!"

Floofty:

"I don't appreciate them stealing my leg or my notes. If given the chance, I would experiment on them."

Shelda:

"Do not speak of thy name who gladly would turn his back on us if given the chance!"

Cemi:

"Nope. I don't like her at all..she's not that attractive..and she hangs with Cromdo."

Charlia:

"I really don't like it when she tries to remove my arm..it hurts my feelings.."

Being asked about Floofty:

"I like stealing their stuff but if I offered to help them, I think they'll kill me."

Meeting them:

"Woah..a new face! I haven't seen anyone new around here in..grumping forever!"

"Who are ya and why are you talking to me?"

*explains*

"Oh! You're that amateur journalist Lizzie was talking about! I thought you were never coming, isn't this grand? New faces! New people! New stuff to..borrow!"

"I'm Amly Dustforce, the ruler of Snaktooth island!"

Will you come back to town?

"Wait..town? No way..if Cromy's not there, then I'm not going!"

"Also, I'm a little parched, can ya get me a Sqaquiri? I'd drink those things, everyday of the week, maybe we can..cut a deal, how's that sound doll?"

*Caught Sqaquiri*

"Now THAT was a refreshing beveridge, thanks doll!"

"So, ya want me to come back to town? Well, I might need some convincing, I want ya to find out what that Filbo kid does when nobody's lookin, I could use it for..things."

*You find out what Filbo does*

"HA! Are you serious?! Oh jezz, and I thought he couldn't be more of a squeeb! HAHA! Goodness..that's a laugh I needed..ha!"

"Good to know theres some things to see in town, but I'm more interested in WHAT is in town."

"For ya final task, I want ya to steal Beffica's diary..then rip out some pages that are interesting, and give them to me. Easy."

*You grab the pages*

"Sweet! Good job my messenger grump!"

"*sigh*, I think I'm ready to go to town..but..first I want you to get Cromy in town."

But you said that was the final task

"I lied."

"Get Cromy in town and I'll follow right behind, deal?"

*Cromdo is in town*

"Wow! That was..slow but it'll do!"

"Thanks doll, looking forward to chatting with ya! Farewell!"

Interview:

Have time for an interview?

"Interview? That sounds fun! I'm in."

Who are you?

"Amly Ductforce, it's pronounced Aim-ly. Strange. I know."

Why come to Snaktooth Island?

"I heard of Lizzie's stupid conspiracy on TV, I was about to change the channel when I heard there was an island involved, and I just so happened to be looking for a place to host my vacation. So I packed up and lied about being interested in her expedition."

Vacation from what?

"My life. My job. My family. Everything basically."

Thoughts on Bugsnax?

"I guess they're ok, the names could be better..but some taste pretty good. Note, keep away from the Aggroll."

Why?

"Because those things will break some bones and the flavor isn't even worth it! Also because it's named after someone I'm not found of."

Why did you leave town?

"I could handle the drama between Wamby and Gram, but once Cromy left, I had no reason to stay. I wanted to follow him, but I decided to live near the beach instead, so yeah."

What do you think about Cromdo?

"Me and him have a pretty decent relationship, I give him what he wants and he takes the fall for me. Simple business."

Are you planning on betraying him?

"No way, he's cool, I don't consider him a friend, but he's still great to work with."

Any info on Lizbert?

"Liz..I grumping hate her! She keeps saying I stole stuff from her, I would never do such a thing! If she didn't have that little obstacle beside her, I would burn her hut down!"

Woah, calm down. Who's this obstacle?

"I am calm..just speaking out my mind. And I'm talking about Eggabell. The doctor? Lizzie's girlfriend? Eggy bell? Yeah. She and her are like..two papers in a file. Theres nothing you can do to separate those two."

What happened to Lizbert?

"If we're being honest, I'm not sure."

Are you lying?

"Heh. For once in my life, no. I really don't know what happened to Lizzie, she went up that mountain and didn't come back."

How do you know she went up the mountain?

"I saw her."

Why didn't you tell anyone?

"I did. Nobody besides Cromy believed me, guess that's the price being the best liar in the world."

That'll be it. Thank you

"No problem doll, that was pretty fun! Here, have this!"

*stolen piece of journal paper*

"Found it while cleaning Lizzie's hurt, it might help ya in someway. Any who, I gotta run, farewell!"

Side Quests:

"Heya doll, you won't believe what I discovered! It'll help ya find Liz!"

What?

"First..get me a Poptick..it's very important."

Why?

"Trust me! It's super super SUPER important!

Sure, I guess

"Caramel please."

*Got the Poptick*

"Perfect..now..I need a Snaquiri.."

Are you going to tell me why?

"Nope. Make it quick! I have a feeling my brain's about to forget everyone!"

*Got the Snaquiri*

"Good..now..I need a Cheery, that'll be all to finish this!"

I have a feeling you're lying

"I'm hurt."

Fine.

"Hurry up! I'm losing my life force!"

*Got the Cheery*

"Alright..now-"

*silence*

What?

"That's it. I was just hungry."

Why did you say it was important

"There was no way you'd do it if I asked, so I just..slightly lied."

Slightly?!

"Calm down doll! Everything fine! Nobody got hurt.."

You have a lying problem

"I know..but I can't do anything about it, it's the only thing I got."

"When you're a liar, nobody wants to be around you, nobody likes you..and nobody will trust you."

"Ever since birth, I lied, stole, and broke so many things, nobody wants anything to do with me. I had no friend and my family kept saying I was a bad person..so I don't talk to them anymore."

"Lying is all I got left doll and if I stop, I got nothing. So I'm not stopping anytime soon, so deal with it."

"Thanks for the food..farewell."

Welcome back message:

"Oh..you're..back."

"Heya Wamby, didn't know you'd be back either! How sweet! The gangs coming back!"

"Amly, if you go near my farm-"

"What? Me? Go near your farm? No way! I would never!"

"Don't think that everyone things you're a saint! Only Cromdo thinks that!"

"I don't think I am one, but it's nice knowing you think so!"

"Just stay away from my farm."

"Deal. Happy catching up with you!"

Major Celebration Dialogue:

"You know, Cromby..maybe we should take a break from our business, we're making a few people upset by it."

"Agreed. What should we do to be occupied til then?"

"Hm..maybe we could sell Bugsnax? I could..borrow that trap the journalist uses."

"Yeah..yeah I like that idea!"

"It's settled! Cromy and Amly's marketing lives on!"

"We need a better name."

"Yeah.."

*approaching him*

"Heya doll, how's the party?"

*asked to dance*

"Sorry, but I'm working. Maybe when we sell out."

*sold out*

"Wow! That was quick, how's about a dance Cromy?"

"You bet! Meet you on the dance floor!"

Reaction to partner(I guess..he paired with Cromdo and Beff):

Cromdo: "Grumping..NO!"

Beffica: "Wait..no..what..what's going on?!"

Dying message:

"I'm nothing but a liar..a cold..worthless liar. I hurt so many people..no wonder I have no friends..at least I got bugsnax.."

Final message(Good ending):

"What the ever grump was all that?! Why..did...oh zonk who cares?We're alive! Ha ha! Amly lives to see a new day!

You know..after all of this..I think I'll finally turn over that new leaf..I'll quit my job..and start fresh in the country. I should also apologize to everyone I hurt, so..sorry doll, I stole your pen...

Geez that took a lot out of me! Ah! This'll be hard!

But..it feels..kinda nice..guess I shouldn't wait around..farewell, til we cross paths again, doll."

Final message(Bad ending)

"What..the grump? Cromdo..he's..gone. This..makes me..realize..our lives are so..fragile, I..shouldn't waste it..

Oh Cromdo..if I known that..I would have put myself in your place

At least..maybe we could be together..again

Business partners forever...ha.."

I over complicate everything

#bugsnax #grumpsona #bugsnax oc #art #bugsnax art #random #original character #my art #idk #cromdo face #beffica #Amly Dustforce

[thewritingstar]

Until My Heart Stops Racing

Pairing: Mitch x Mike (or Bitch as I like to call them, ya know cause Believe x Mitch.....nvm lol) 

Fandom: The Powerpuff Girls 

Note: This was a commission for the wonderful @lisathefan who gave me the cutest prompt and I know she loves her crack ships. I hope you enjoy my dear and thanks to my beta, Faxx for helping me! 

Word count: 5538

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The car whipped into the parking space, dirt flying around us and I felt my heart rate finally go back to its normal beating. I looked over to Butch who had a goofy grin and ignoring everything he just did.

“Butch your driving is terrible. Now I get why you fly everywhere.” I groaned as I finally got out of the car. “I swear if Brick saw how you drove this thing... actually I don’t want to think about it.” I thought that speeding was illegal but apparently if the cops can’t even see your car, it's a free pass. And being in touch with the puffs might be a bonus we all have.

Butch let out a laugh before locking the car. “Relaxe Mike, what Brick doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” He shrugged and sometimes I wondered how he could even say that. Brick could kill someone with just a glance but when you are a superhuman, and his brother, maybe the effect doesn’t work.

Maybe I should ask Blossom about that.

The beeping of other cars brought me out of my trance as I followed him on the dirt path.

“Anyways, why did you drag me all the way out here?” I turned to see the lights and the signs. “The fair?”

In front of me was the entrance to what could only be deemed as a somehow legal way to make people shell out three hundred dollars on cheap food and even cheaper ride systems. Every kid wanted to go to the fair and, yeah, it was fun when you were five, but now that we had just graduated high school, it seemed more dangerous than fun.

“Yeah, why not?”

I glanced at him and he only smiled widely but something in his eyes had mischief written all over it. “What's the deal?”

He sighed and smirked.

“A little birdy told me you got heart eyes for a certain someone.” Butch threw his arm around my shoulder. “And as the king of romance, I’m gonna help you out.”

Theres always a small tinge of fear whenever Butch gets an idea. It either ends badly where someone gets hurt, usually him or bad in the way that we all get in trouble and the notorious Powerpuff Girls have to get us out of it. But this...this was much worse.

“Butch, what did you do?” I said through gritted teeth. He only laughed at me instead of answering and pushed up towards the gates.

“Relax. Look they are here.” He pointed.

I followed his sight and walking up towards us was Buttercup, Robin and Mitch. Butch let out another laugh, probably because he could hear my heartbeat. Fuck superhearing. Of course Robin opened her mouth. You tell a girl while you’re throwing up that you have the biggest crush on your best friend who wears dark leather, has piercings and makes your heart swoon and think that she can keep her mouth shut. But no, she can’t.

“Hey guys.” Butch waves to him before leaving me to wrap his arms around Buttercup and ignore the public by kissing her square on the lips. PDA is always gross unless you’re the one doing it, so I can’t blame them. Also it's funny to watch her smack his arm.

“Sup Mikey.” Robin smiles smugly. Little demon.

“Hey. Hi Mitch.” He gives me a wave and a nod of the head and I have to mentally tell myself not to blush. Stupid hormons.

“Come on you two.” Robin says and grabs my arm and Mitch’s and forces us towards the carnival’s entrance. “Lets go!”

One of the perks to being besties with the puffs is the mass amount of freebies. Buttercup swiftly pulled out a ticket for each of us and handed it to the ticket collector.

“Sweet, free entrance.” Mitch smiled at me and held up his hand for a fist bump.

I gladly returned the gesture and every time I did so, I wondered if he could feel the electric spark between us. God, I need to stop reading romance novels.

“Alright losers. We’ll see you all later tonight, meet up for fireworks at 9?” Buttercup said and apparently everyone already had a plan that I was not aware of.

“Sounds good to me!” Butch smirked. “BC and I are going to do coupley stuff no one wants to see and Robin said something about henna soooooo.” He looked at me. “Guess Mitchy boy and Mikey are on their own.” I didn’t miss his wink and before I could protest, everyone was walking away.

My mind was now racing as I tried to comprehend what was happening. I realized in this moment that the group had ganged up on us, well specifically me. Mitch probably didn’t even think twice as the group broke up but they were out of their minds if they thought something was going to happen.

“Wanna hit the rides?” He asked.

I take a breath before nodding. We turn into the direction of the ride area and I have to remind myself that he is just a friend. A friend. Nothing more, nothing less. I usually have my emotions in check but for some reason, they want to act up now. All I have to do is get through tonight without embarrassing myself or giving Butch the satisfation of him being the king of romance. As if that were possible.

The area is buzzing with so much energy. There’s little kids whining and screams coming from the various rides. The smells of corn dogs, popcorn and, oddly enough, waffles mixed in the air and I can’t tell if it smells good or not but I know my pockets are gonna be much lighter by the end of the night.

We get into the shortest line for the tickets and it's truly a scam that each ride is a separate cost.

“I don’t feel like dying tonight so I think two rides is good for me.” Mitch says and I laugh a little because it's true. Just watching the swings makes me feel like one of them unhinge and plummet to the ground but that's what I get for being a paranoid person.

“I feel you. How about the rollercoaster and ummm... the spinning ride?” I suggest.

“Sounds good to me.” He smiles and god fucking dammit, those damn dimples.

The line moves as we chat about the newest horror movie coming into theaters and how Mitch saw a certain pair of redheads making out in a car.

“Wait for real?”

“I swear to god dude.” He raised his hand. “Unless some other chick wears a big ass bow, it has to be them.”

“Interesting.” I smile and soon we get called next.

“Hi there boys, how many tickets can I get ya?” the older woman asks.

“Ten.” Mitch says and I reach into my pocket to grab my wallet, that may or may not have a photo of all of our friends and definitely not for the reason that I can see his face at any given time, but Mitch stops me and places the cash in the tin. “I got it.” he says casually and something inside me felt all warm and fuzzy as the row of blue tickets was handed to him.

“Have a nice date night.” The woman says as we walk away and I almost do a double take thinking I heard her wrong. But when I look over to Mitch, he seems unaffected by the words so I just let it slide.

The rollercoaster isn’t as grand or cool as the ones at the theme park, it doesn’t even go upside down but it has a good bit of hills and bumps to give some air time so i guess it will do. The only problem is that these workers don’t care and make Mitch and I sit in the same cart as these two younger kids.

After we get the bars onto us, the ride starts to go. In front of us the girl grabs the boy's arm and I give a small eye roll as we start to climb the lift hill.

“Babe I'm scared.” She cries and he wraps an arm around her shoulders and I’ve never been so jealous of middle schoolers before.

“These carts are so damn small.” Mitch complains. And it's true. The two of us squished in this together leaves no space for our arms. The pressure of our shoulders touching isn’t too bad but it's to the point it almost hurts. “Hold on.” He says and I feel him pull his right arm away from mine and throw it behind us. “Sorry this is better.”

“No, it's cool bro.” I say even though I realize that this boy really just made it ten times harder to breath now.

I can barely grasp my surroundings as the rollercoaster takes its first turn before the drop. I can see the ending of the track as we go down but the only thing my brain is processing is the fingers tightening on my shoulder.

“Holy shit.” I mumble hoping that Mitch doesn’t know how he's affecting me.

We let out screams and shouts as we go up and down, flying around on the track and I try to enjoy myself, I really do. Before long, it's over and Mitch reaches his hand out to help me up and I take it with silence.

“That was fun.” He smiles and I am really happy he ignored his moms protests and got that lip piercing. It suits him.

“Yeah.” Is all I can muster and he gives me a look before walking towards the next ride.

Luckily as we enter this ride, there’s more room. Only our knees touch as we buckle in the seatbelt and I feel myself being able to breathe better.

“Good thing we didn’t eat before getting on here.” I laugh as the lights start to flash.

He snorts and nods. “Robin would have blown chunks either way.”

The ride is a simple circular track with small hills. All it does is follow the path and goes around pretty fast. Simple but a classic. The music begins and soon we feel the cart shift. I'm sitting on the right while Mitch is on the left, next to the exit and he wiggles off his black beanie just for good measure. His light brown hair, slightly damaged from dying it black back in freshman year, is ruffled from hat hair and my god is it cute.

“Fucking love this ride.” Mitch smiles and it begins to pick up the pace.

Soon, we are at full speed, which is fine. Perfectly fine. Except for the fact that the gravity from the ride is pulling me towards Mitch and no matter how tight I hold on, I end up smacked against him. Shoulders touching and I can clearly smell his cologne. It's the scent of sandalwood and campfire and my god does it smell heavenly. Men just smell like nature and I am more than okay with that.

But Mitch doesn’t mind, because why would he? Instead he's laughing and truly enjoying the ride. I smile and laugh too because honestly, it's just fun to spend time with him. The ride is over faster than I wanted and we hop off, slightly dizzy and I walk a little out of line but he catches my arm and pulls me to him.

“Easy dude.” He chuckles and I nudge him playfully and ruffle his hair before he plops on his beanie. Goodbye cute hat hair.

All of a sudden, my shoulder is hit. It was a pretty hard smack and my body jolted to the side as Mitch grabbed me from falling.

“Look a bunch of homos.” I look up and realize that it's some assholes from our school.

Duke Jones and Mark Dalton. Some of the few people who actually try to be douchebags on the regular.

My eyes do heavy eye rolls and I want to scream at them but I've never been a confronting person. My voice is in my throat but Mitch takes a step forward, his hand never leaving my arm.

“And what of it? Really dudes? You think some lame insult is gonna hurt our feelings. You’re lucky I don’t just kick your ass, better enough I can call Buttercup in a second and have your bodies all the way across this place. Grow the fuck up and maybe don’t choke on your toxic masculanity.” He sneered and sometimes I forget that Mitch can be pretty intimidating.

Their eyes widened as Mitch pulled out his phone to show BC’s number. They mutter something before turning and rushing off in a hurry.

“You okay?” He asks me.

“Yeah.” I say. “Sorry you got caught in that.”

“It's not a big deal.”

But it is. It's not a secret that I'm out and proud. Yeah its cool and all to not have to be closeted, even Princess came out last year so its nice to know that someone higher up won’t pick on me, but even then, it sucks. No matter where I go in life, someone will be there with a flame thrower of slurs or anger for something I didn’t choose. As for Mitch, theres something about him being called gay and him not having a hissy fit about it that makes me feel safe. Uhh fuck.

I take a second to recollect myself and Mitch just pulls me from the herds of eyes that saw that fiasco.

“Lets go here.” He points to the hall of mirrors and for some reason it's beginning to get extremely hard to be around him.

But I take a deep breath and push those feelings to the side once again.

--

The hall of mirrors was by far the lamest thing the fair could have done. Sure, as a little kid it was cool and slightly scary but now, all of our heads could see just above the tips of the mirrors making it lose the effect. It probably would have been more fun if the others were there. Butch would hide behind the mirros trying to scare us before Buttercup sent some lasers his way causing them to bounce everywhere and making us duck and cover. Good times. However, it was just Mitch and me.

While Mitch was walking, I couldn’t stop thinking about those jerks just now. Of course everyone already knew about my preference but Mitch seemed unbothered by being referred to as gay. Probably because he's not some asshole that thinks it's a bad thing, I mean if he did, why would he be friends with me for all this time? He’s just a good person, that's all.

Not to sound like the coming of age kid, but I knew I was into dudes before I could comprehend the idea of love or romance, I just thought they were pretty to look at. Moving to a new city at such a young age was hard for me, not to mention the whole invisible friend that tried to kill everyone. But after everything was said and done, I did in fact make some friends.

The famous superheroes had become my pals and when Buttercup introduced me to Mitch, I think that's when it all went downhill. We became the dynamic duo and everyone always paired us as the best friends, which is true but...it makes me feel guilty.

He turned a corner and I stopped walking. All of a sudden I was lost and staring at a mirror. Just me in my beat up sneakers and the uncertain face I seem to be wearing a lot lately. There's always a time in your life where you stop and contemplate everything, question all your decisions and how nothing truly matters.

“Hey you stopped walking?” Mitch said to me and I looked at him with a shaky smile.

“Sorry. Lost in thought I guess.”

“Care to share?” He asked and leaned against one of the mirrors.

I laughed to myself thinking about what I could possibly say. “Yeah sure Mitch, why don’t I just tell you that I’m in love with you and how it pains me to wake up to know that you will only see me as just a friend. Why don’t I just rip out my heart and put it on a silver platter for you to squash or just confess and kiss you here, ignoring all the states and hopefully pissing off some people?”

“...What?”

My eyes shot open and my eyes met his. He looked at me with confusion and shock. His mouth hung open slightly and it took me a solid three seconds to relaize that my dumb ass had just blurted that all out.

Panic. That's all I could feel as he stared like a deer caught in headlights. I could feel myself on the verge of tears and suddenly the air was too thick as I turned and ran, not caring about the employee telling me I was going the wrong way.

Mitch’s voice echoed behind me but I couldn’t stand to turn and look towards him. To hear the pure rejection and probably the disgust. Throwing away years of friendship for some stupid feelings? What was I thinking?

After nearly hitting my head several times, I made it out and ignored the weird stares and glances people were giving me. All I wanted to do was find Butch and get out of here and hope that I can just pack up and move away for college. Maybe even change my name.

Instead I found myself pushing my way into the bathroom stall and biting my arm to stifle my sobs. I felt like my heart was about to shatter, that all my nightmares where coming true all thanks to my stupid mouth. I was a fool to think that someone like him would even consider me as something more, a complete and utter fool.

“Mike?” A voice called and of course the sneakers peaking outside the stall belonged to Butch.

“What?” I spat bitterly. “Go away.”

I barely heard his sigh. “Dude, I don’t know what happened but suddenly Buttercup saw you burst into here. Really dude, is everything fine? At least come out and talk to us. Plus it smells really bad in here and there's a line of dudes.”

There's some truth to the matter and I wiped my face and pushed open the stall with a little too much force but luckily he grabbed it and just nodded towards the exit.

Robin and Buttercup are standing outside and luckily, I don’t see Mitch.

“Wanna explain what happened?” Robin asks as she hands me a tissue from her purse.

“No. I just wanna go home.”

Buttercup looks arounds then back to me. “Where's Mitch.”

“Probably somewhere and never wants to see me again.” I mumble.

“What?” She asks and looks towards Butch then back to me.

Butch raised his brow. “Mike, did you tell him?”

“Tell him what?” Buttercup asked.

It was at that moment that Buttercup didn’t know that I was practically in love with her best friend. Maybe Robin and Butch planned this together but it didn’t matter, not anymore. I would be losing two friends after this. Great.

“Look. It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t feel the same way.” My throat is dry and it hurts and there's no doubt that my face is red and flushed with tears. “I'm just gonna call my mom to come get me.”

“Come on Mike don’t go.” Robin asked and she padded my arm.

“You don’t get it, Robin.” I spat. “You don’t understand what I just did. Thanks to someone’s dumb idea, I now lost my best friend. And for what? Did we really think he would like me back? That he could even see me in such a way? I don’t even know if he’s gay or let alone into dudes. But who gives fuck? I don’t.”

Butch took a step towards me but my anger only rose. “C’mon Mike I'm sure-”

“This was a stupid idea Butch!” I yelled and at that moment I didn’t care what anyone thought. I was embarrassed and hurt. “I just want to be alone.” I pushed past him and the others, ignoring everything they were saying because it didn’t matter any more.

It didn’t matter that my friends tried to help something that shouldn’t have even been considered. It was just a stupid crush. Nothing more, nothing less. Hopefully by the new semester, it would be gone and out of my system…. hopefully. A stupid crush that I’d been harboring for years and titling on a scale of something more.

It wasn’t long until my tears dried and I found myself among the section of carnival games. All of the rigged and hard to win and if you did win, it would be a small sappy prize that you would toss into a garbage bag or try to sell for a nickel at a garage sale.

There were darts and guessing the weight of a small pig. The basketball tossing and hitting the giant hammer looked tempting but instead I walked to the game that no one had ever won. Ring toss. A game of chance and so incredibly rigged, it's a miracle if one prize is won in a year.

Without a second thought, I gave up a fresh twenty dollar bill and the girl working, who clearly hated her job, handed me the biggest bucket of rings. Enough to keep me entertained until I call my mom or muster up enough courage to ask Butch for a ride back like a dog with its tail inbetween its legs.

I thought I had it all figured out. I thought I could be okay with this. But I was stupid. Stupid to think that the boy I had a crush on, one of my best friends, would like me back, or even be into dudes for that matter. But no, instead of having my secret crush kept, ya know, a secret, the one person who shouldn’t know, did.

I tossed another ring into the sea of bottles, the high pitched clinking echoed for just a moment as another was tossed. Maybe this was pointless. Maybe trying to figure out feelings was a waste of time because in all honesty, I never knew.

Like the plastic rings people pay way too much for, you jump and you think you’ll land on that bottle, secure the prize and show everyone up. Prove that you can do the impossible.

But then you miss and reality comes back. The bucket dwindles down and soon you’re left with nothing but regret for trying and shorting eight bucks.

“Hey.”

I turned, of course he would follow me. Why wouldn’t he? He was probably here just to tell me to let it go and sweep it under the rug, and say it's not weird when it totally is. Or he was going to come out and say that maybe our friendship has come to its expiration date.

“Oh. Hey.” I threw another one, missing again.

I tried not to care as he stood next to me but I passed him the bucket and he took his own shot, missing, just like me.

“Have you been crying?” He asked and there was no way around it.

“Yep.” I popped the p and threw another ring. “Look Mitch, I’m sorry what I said-”

“Don’t be.”.

Oh

“Most guys would just push someone like me away if that happened.”

He hummed and tossed a ring, missing. “Well, I’m not like most guys and I thought that was pretty clear. Especially after those jerks. I value your friendship too much to get worried or upset.”

I looked over at him, and that in itself was a mistake, because it would be just my luck that the other carnival games with their bright flashing lights would surround him and make it seem like he was glowing. The lights soften his features, a small twinkle on the black orb of his earring and making those very so light freckles appear.

Almost like a painting hung up in a museum. You think the trip is boring, and for the most part it is. A few interesting things here and there but just as you are about to leave, you find a room you hadn’t explored. It could be nothing and you could leave, forgetting everything in the last three hours and moving on with your life.

Or it could be life changing. As if when you walked in there, the most captivating painting was on that wall and you wonder how you skipped it in the first place. You stare at it, taking in the picture itself and the meaning. Stepping closer and looking at the paint strokes, the time taken to make this is clear and it's full of questions and mystery. The small plaque on the wall fails to answer.

He picked up the last ring. It twirled in his fingertips unsure of where to go.

“I kept thinking, you know.” He said. “I remember watching a show, a random cartoon and an ad for a pride festival popped up. I thought nothing of it, didn’t know what it meant at the time but my father did. He was outraged and changed the channel, screamed and shouted saying that if his son ever was caught doing something like that…” Mitch paused and closed his palm.

I could see the hurt in his eyes as he sighed.

“Then he would have no son. So when I found out what it all meant and learned about myself....I thought it would be best to never act on it. No matter how much I wanted to look towards another guy, I couldn’t.”

“I’m sorry Mitch, I didn’t know.” And it was the truth. I wanted to mentally slap myself for not realizing that he was, in fact, gay as well. Way to go Mike, your gay-dar is broken. But then again, you can’t just tell a sexuality clear as day. I can’t blame him for hiding it, after everything with his dad.

He sighed again. “But when you told me that. Told me you wanted me, I think I started to realize that I would rather have something I want no matter what others think of me. I envy how you can just come out and be proud, as you should, but I wish I was that brave instead of a coward.”

“Mitch.” I slid my hand on top of his cautiously. He didn’t flinch or have any indication of pulling away. “I’m scared every day. Scared that someone might yell something offensive or even try to hurt me. Just like those assholes did earlier.But I can’t stop those things from happening but I can choose to not let them affect me. It's hard but you know you’re surrounded by people who care about you. Plus your best friend is an actual superhero.”

“I know, I’m sorry. You probably don’t want to date such a fuck up like me.”

Fuck up? Did this boy really think that?

“I would never see you as that.” I said honestly. “It's normal for us to have conflicting feelings when someone in our life isn't supportive. It's never gonna be a walk in the park or smooth sailing but when you're with someone who cares about you, it makes it easier.”

He sighed for the hundredth time. It was clear the gears in his mind were running at full steam and he looked at the ring in his hand then to the bottles.

“I guess you’re right Mike. I guess I was thrown off that the dude I've liked since kindergarten likes me back.” He looked towards me and tossed the ring, not bothering to pay attention. “I just hope you haven't changed you mind-”

The next thing I know, my hand is tugging on his worn leather collar and his lips are pressed to mine.

I never thought that my first kiss would be as enchanting as this. You always think it's magical and fulfilling but in reality it's probably a mess of lips that don’t move quite as well and somehow there's a tongue doing whatever it wants. I guess I can’t count this as my first kiss because Robin had peaked me on the lips in third grade, also giving me the clear sexual awakening of how I never want another woman to come near me again, but this was different.

He tasted like cotton candy which I should find gross and oddly weird but I didn’t mind one bit. At the beginning there was a bit of hesitation, or maybe he was caught off guard since I did interrupt him but I couldn’t help myself. Stupid hormones. He wasted no time kissing me back and I even felt a hand on my waist pulling towards him. Although it lasted only a few mere seconds, it was like a lifetime of waiting had lifted.

When we pulled apart, loud speakers and alarms went off above us. I looked towards the game, I noticed one single plastic ring was stuck on the bottle. The worker smiled at us before nodding.

“Wow, I can’t believe you made it, especially without looking.” She said and I looked to Mitch who just shrugged.

“What? You kissed me, I just threw it.” He smiled brightly and I hugged him.

“So what will it be?” I asked him and he turned towards the prizes.

“Well, what about that dinosaur?”

“I love dinosaurs.”

Mitch smiled. “I know.”

The worker used a ladder to climb and retrieve the massive blue dinosaur prize. As a kid, i used to dream of winning such a cool thing but know, I think I got something better. Mitch handed it to me with a blush and I looked at it with just as much pink on my cheeks.

“Ya know.” Mitch started. “I have enough tickets for one last ride. Maybe the ferris wheel?”

“That sounds good.” He reached out his hand and I took it. Before I could blink, I felt his lips press against my cheek.

“I don’t like to see you cry.” He said.

I simply hummed and we walked hand in hand to the ferris wheel before deciding to give the prize to some kids. He handed the tickets to the worker as we climbed into the cart and began to go up. He threw his arm over my shoulder like he did on the rollercoaster, but this time, I leaned against him and let those emotions I tried to keep at bay, run wild.

“I’m really glad Butch dragged me here.” I said honestly and Mitch only laughed and silenced me with his lips pressed against mine.

“Me too.”

When we pulled apart, a few questions still lingered in my mind.

“You mean, you’ve liked me this entire time? And you knew I was gay?” I asked hesitantly. It wasn’t a secret, the last part at least.

He scratched the back of his neck, a nervous tick he's had since he was little. “I mean I wasn’t hundred percent sure, I thought maybe it was a one time thing or just happened occasionally. But as we got older, more specifically high school, I think that's when it hit me.” He sighed. “All I knew was that I wanted to be with you until my heart stopped racing.”

His eyes met mine. I’ve always hated when people didn’t see the beauty in brown eyes. They think they are dull and lifeless, only one hue but that's far from the truth. Mitch’s eyes had spots of gold and a slight tint of green, breathtaking to say the least.

“I mean it’s a shame we spent our high school years just as friends.” My hand went on top of his. “But I’d rather have you as my friend instead of losing you so I understand. But what about your dad? Will be okay with us dating-or well I assume we should-”

“I don’t care about his opinion of us. Plus we would be idiots not to date at this point. If he doesn’t accept. That's his loss not mine.” His gaze went to the sky where a firework exploded.

The colors lit up in the sky and we realized we got lucky as our cart stopped at the very top. It felt unreal to be sitting next to my best friend and now, boyfriend. There's always moments in your life that you feel like were meant to be. Maybe it's the career you chose or the person you marry. Milestones that are already set in stone and fate just happens to bring you together, all that stuff. And as I looked at him through heavy lashes I thought that maybe, just maybe, the stars aligned on this one.

That or I would have to admit that Butch is the king of romance, even though he did literally nothing today and this was all me. Either way, Mikey boy’s got a man.

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I hope you enjoyed love!!

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[the-nervous-systemm]

Ocean Eyes

A quick one-shot I did, SeroxChidori, my OC. Sorry its long, I don't think theres a way to add a read more on mobile. .

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Chidori was bored.  Weekends in the UA dorms weren't all that exciting, especially right after tests and in between lesson segments where Aizawa was surprisingly lenient with homework, and since she had finished hers the day before, it left her with not much to do.  Surprisingly, the rest of her friend group, which the rest of the class lovingly dubbed the 'Bakusquad,' weren't getting themselves into any shenanigans that Saturday, nor was anyone else in the mood to do any training with her; she had asked anyone who she normally sparred with, but they were either taking the day off to chill or spending the day with their significant others.

Except her.  

But was Sero actually her significant other?  Neither of them were sure just yet. Yeah, they had gone on two dates and began spending more time together without the rest of their group, but nothing was official.  They hadn't even gotten to confessing any sort of feelings for each other. Maybe that was because they started as close friends, and Chidori had almost gotten herself stuck in what Darcy called the 'bro zone' with him.  

She sighed, pulling her mess of peach-hued goo she called hair off of her shoulder as she laid on her stomach on her bed, blanket pushed sloppily on her floor and fan running on high in her window.  The summer months were coming in at a steady pace, and with her room being on the fifth floor, it felt like August instead of the spring weather it was supposed to be. While her goo-hair being constantly on the cooler side did help with the heat, especially with it covering her body as she never removed any of it, it still wasn't cool enough to stop the humidity.  The best she could do without stripping completely was a loose tank and shorts, sans a bra of course.

Since she didn't have much to do, she decided to catch up on the movie list her brother had given her.  He was two years older than her, a film student, and a movie junkie, and she had promised him that while she was at UA, she would get through his list of classics so they could talk about them when she came home to visit.  This was movie number four since she started that afternoon, and was surprisingly good, though it wasn't quite up her alley. A romance between two childhood friends grown up, it was normally a film she would categorize as too sappy for her taste.  Maybe it was her current predicament in her own love life, or the weather melting her mind, but she really was enjoying it. The current scene was near the end, the two lovers had decided to be adventurous and snuck away to a lake in the middle of the night to skinny dip, the soft moonlight illuminating their bare figures.

Chidori paused her attention as a dangerous thought came to the surface.  

She could be adventurous, too.

Looking at her phone, she noticed the time - almost midnight.  There was no way that their teachers would be awake right now, right?  And the last time anyone snuck out and got caught was last year, but that was Midorya and Bakugou getting into a loud fight.  If they were quiet, everything would be fine. Chidori was sneaky. There was no way they'd get caught.

Throwing her hair-goo back into a lazy ponytail and putting on a pair of flip-flops, she set out, past her doorway and around the corner to the boys side of the floor, and to her crush's door.  Hesitating for a moment, knowing he was probably asleep by now, she knocked, accidentally a little too hard with her nerves in the way.

A moment passed before a groan and a "Yeah?" sleepily came from the other side.

Clutching her chest, her heart beating hard, she replied, "It's Chidori.  Can I come in?"

"U-uh, hold on a sec!" was heard along with frantic rustling, a thud, and a low, almost inaudible and pained, "fuck".  The door then swung open and a frazzled, messy-haired Sero stood in the doorway, face a shade of pink.  His pajamas were shorts and a loose fitting t-shirt, lazily draped over his somewhat lanky figure, and his hair was seemingly stuck in all directions, his normally shaggy look messed up by his pillow no doubt.  He clearly wasn't expecting company, but despite all of this, he was still an adorable mess anyway.

"I was wondering," she began, pulling the front of her shirt anxiously.  He was also one for adventure and doing something stupid, but she wasn't sure if this was something he'd even consider doing.  "Since it's hot out, and no one else will be there, did you want to go swimming? In the pool, I mean." She waited, anticipating a 'no that'd be stupid' from the mom friend of their group.  

Without any hesitation, he answered.  "Yeah, sure." Wait, what? That wasn't the answer she anticipated. "Just let me grab my bathing suit," he continued, turning to his dresser.  

"Wait," she started, taking his wrist before he got too far.  Her eyes darted to the ground as her face began to burn. Her voice became soft as the grip on his wrist hardened with nerves.  "I-I mean… without that." Her eyes rose again to meet his figure in the darkness of his bedroom.

"Oh."  He hadn't turned back to her yet.  "I-I mean, it is really hot out," he began to reason, finally meeting her gaze.  "It may be uncomfortable for our suits to be clinging to us."

Oh my god.  Chidori's stomach twisted in both joy and fear.  Fear of what? Getting caught? Ruining what they already had by making it awkward?  Knowing that she'd have only water between them while they were out there? A little bit of all of them, she concluded.  It was still processing that he even agreed to it in the first place.

There was an almost uncomfortable air lingering around them before either of them spoke or made a move to leave.  When one of them finally did, it was Sero, slipping on a pair of shoes and grabbing his keys. "Ready?"

She nodded.  "Yeah." That was only half true.

The trek out to the school's outdoor pool was silent, save for some small talk about how their day was going, though they both knew that the idea of what was about to happen was all either could think about.  How far were they going to go tonight? If Chidori was to be honest, she wasn't going to shut down any possibilities, even if her rational mind told her to take it slow.

Once they reached the locked gate, both easily scaled it, landing on the other side.  The pool was almost serene, still in the moonlight. The air was surprisingly cool, nipping gently at their skin and making their burning faces a little more tolerable.  Neither wanted to be the first to strip, but both were anxious at their cores.

In an attempt to ease the tension, Chidori took her shoes off and lowered herself to the edge of the pool, dangling her feet into the tepid water.  "The water's not so bad," she spoke, breaking the silence and kicking herself for the cheesy line. Glancing back at Sero, she patted the cement next to her, motioning for him to take a seat beside her.  He sat close enough for their arms to touch just enough to give them shivers, and took her hand, entangling their fingers. They stayed like that for a while, just enjoying each other's company.

Biting her lip, Chidori made the first move, taking her hand from his and hesitantly peeling her tank up and over her head, tossing it to the side and making Sero look away in reflex, his face becoming more red than it already was.  Revealing her body, especially out in the open like that, was thrilling, sparks of excitement dancing across her now bare skin. She took advantage of his gaze being fixed on the other direction, ridding herself of the rest of her clothing and sinking into the cool water, her toes just barely touching the bottom.  Her nerves seemed to wash away knowing that she had done what she was stalling. Leaning on the edge of the concrete, she attempted to get his attention again. "Hey, you just gonna sit there or are you gonna to join a pretty girl in the pool?"

Without a word, Sero quickly stripped as well, almost too fast for Chidori to sneak a peek at him, and jumped into the pool beside her, making a splash.  She was still wrapping her head around the idea that they were out there alone, breaking the rules, and nude.  At this point, there was no use in regretting now, so they may as well start enjoying themselves.

It felt like they were in a movie, one of those cringy romcoms her brother liked so much.  At first, neither could think of much to talk about, but once they stopped trying so hard to not embarrass themselves, they began to have fun, playing around, splashing, talking about anything that came to mind - bad kaiju ideas, disgusting food combos they've tried (and some they liked), and stupid things they did as kids.  

They had been out there for at least an hour before Chidori decided to change the subject on a whim. Just before Sero was about to send another wave of water her way, she spat out, "I really like you!"  

He halted.

She squeezed her eyes shut, arms crossed over her chest.  "Like, really like you.  Like, it feels so cheesy confessing like this, but I like you so much that my heart feels like it'll escape if I get too close to you.  Like all I want to do is talk about you but I know if I do, I'll just embarrass myself doing it. Like despite my heart aching like it does, I just want to spend as much time with you as possible."  She opened her eyes, her gaze following the water up to his, a crooked smile gracing his lips, showing the adorable gap between his two front teeth.

He approached her, closing the space between them, gently placing his hands on her shoulders, and stroking her soft skin underneath his thumbs.  "I know," he started, planting a pack on her forehead. "It's not hard to tell."

What?  She thought she had done such a good job hiding the full extent of her feelings up until then.  Maybe she was easier to read than she thought she was. "O-oh." She nodded, keeping her gaze to his; damn his midnight blue eyes looked gorgeous in the moonlight, and that big, goofy smile of his just made it better.  A shiver ran down her spine at his next words.

"Can I kiss you?"

She swore she could feel her heart pound against her ribcage as she nodded, unable to find the words to just say yes.  Time seemed to freeze as he held her face oh so softly, pressing his lips to hers, their bodies seeming to melt into one another, skin against skin.  Wrapping her arms around his waist, she held him close, caressing her fingertips along his back, tracing the slick muscles, still wet from the pool water.  

Chidori didn't know how long they had been there, wrapped into each other before they finally parted, the taste of his lips and chlorine still lingering on her tongue.  A sigh escaped her as she laid her head on his chest, closing her eyes for just a moment or two as he brought his arms around her to hold her closer. Sero broke the silence, softly asking, "Did… did you maybe want to be my girlfriend?  Make this official or something?"

"Mmmm," she sighed again against him.  "That sounds like a good idea."

"Hey, how long have we been out here?"

How long had they been there?  She honestly wasn't sure, but it was probably much longer than what they intended.  "We should probably head back. shouldn't we?"

The journey back to the dorms was much less awkward as the trip there, with their anxieties left behind them in the water.  They continued their carefree conversations from before, this time hand in hand. Boyfriend.  It was something she started the day without, but came back with.  Boyfriend was new, different. In her past, she hadn't wooed boys, but she somehow managed to wrangle one anyway.

As they saw the dorms come into view, they both couldn't believe that they had gotten away with what they did without notifying a teacher, especially Aizawa, since he seemed to have senses like a hawk.  

"Where were you two?"

Their stomachs dropped.  Maybe they spoke too soon.

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[blueflamebird]

Stands are weird and so are the users

fandom: jjba

summary:  In which Jotaro tries to bond with the Morioh boys by teaching them a thing or two about stands. And star platinum bonds with Crazy D a bit

Also on AO3

notes: This is my first time writing Jojo so sorry if it's a bit OOC. this is just fluff and rambles. beware a bit of language and a mention of Jotaro having PTSD (my forever headcanon)but enjoy!theres this small part with star and its based off a drawing by lintufriiki <3 the way they draw star platinum is amazing and i couldnt help but add that little bit

Star Platinum was a terrifying Stand. Josuke was well aware of this.

It wasn’t just the fact he could stop time. His punches were rapid fire, strong enough that when his fist connected to someone’s face, it sounded like a shotgun going off. According to the few details Josuke has managed to annoy out of Jotaro about his adventures in Egypt, (seriously, Jotaro was so tight lipped about it, what the hell even happened) he knew he had yet to see Star go all out.

Which was a bit scary if he thought about it, since everyone Jotaro faced (especially a certain serial killer with a hand fetish who shall not be named because he still had nightmares about it) always looked like mush whenever he was done with them.

So yes, Star Platinum was terrifying. Josuke was glad he was never on the receiving end of that power.

Don’t get him wrong, Crazy Diamond was great. He was just as strong, able to fix almost anything, and just an all around cool Stand. Josuke would be dead ten times over if his Stand wasn’t so great.

But with Crazy Diamond standing in front of Star Platinum, the difference was obvious.

Crazy D was taller than Josuke, and more built. He wasn’t as tall or wide as his older nephew (which…it was still bizarre to call Jotaro that), but Josuke doubted there were many people who would outgrow the 195cm man, who insisted he lost some muscle due to not getting into as many fights in the past 10 years to focus on getting his PhD. Josuke could only hope he would reach that height and that physique.

Star Platinum was the exception to those thoughts. Even with his feet firmly on the ground, Star was a few heads taller than Jotaro, much wider at the shoulders and much more muscular. One of his arms was the equivalent of Jotaro’s leg, and Josuke knew for a fact it could break bones easily. If Josuke and Jotaro went all out against each other, Josuke knew it would take him everything he had to take his nephew down.

And with Star Platinum grinning down at Crazy Diamond like he was a mouse caught in a lion's den, he was on edge, which seemed to transfer into his Stand as Crazy D glared at Star, body tense.

“He’s not going to attack.”

Jotaro’s deep rumble snapped him out of his unease, sparing a glance to his nephew (seriously that was weird). Jotaro continued speaking, only looking slightly annoyed.

“He may be a pretty violent Stand, but he’s always been reliable. He won’t attack unless you try to attack me first. And even then I doubt he’d seriously hurt you unless you seriously piss me off.”

“S-so uh,” it was Okuyasu this time who interrupted, looking a bit confused where he sat in his chair, rubbing the back of his neck. They were all at Josuke’s place, sitting in his kitchen. Tomoko was out at work, so they had the place to themselves for a while. “So…why did you ask us all to come here? I know I’m not really smart, but Koichi doesn’t know either so I thought I’d ask.”

Koichi nodded besides him., “Y-you said something about helping us controlling our Stands, right?”

Jotaro nodded, and as Josuke lowered his guard just a bit, Crazy Diamond relaxed as well.

“Yes. Do you remember what I told you when we first met, Josuke?”

“Besides that punch to the face?” Josuke answered, and when Jotaro continued to stare unimpressed, Josuke tried to remember what happened what felt like a lifetime ago. “Uh, something about Stands being energy?”

Josuke could see it was taking everything in Jotaro not to roll his eyes at him.

“Good grief. Close enough. I don’t know much about them myself, but I figured telling you what I know can help you guys understand. They’re a physical manifestation of your psychological energy.”

Okuyasu opened his mouth.

“Basically, if you have a strong will, you’ll have a strong stand.” Jotaro explained without missing a beat.

Okuyasu closed his mouth and continued listening.

“Stands can only be seen by other Stand users, and you all seem adept at calling forth and using your Stands already.”

“Yeah, I usually just have to either feel like I need to defend or that I want to kick someone’s ass and…” Josuke trailed off as he willed Crazy D to return to him, then made him reappear.

“Yes, but there’s one other thing I want you to be aware of,” Jotaro said, tipping his head so the brim of his hat covered his eyes. “You guys know that DIO stole the body of my great-great grandfather, Josuke’s great grandfather, before he acquired his Stand, right?” When silence was his answer, all eyes staring at him intently, Jotaro continued. They all knew Dio was a sore subject for him and always hung onto every word he said about his time in Egypt. “I believe the old lady he was with, Enya, used the bow and arrow on him to give him the power of a Stand. As a result, Joseph, Josuke and I all developed our own Stands.”

“Enya...that’s the old hag my big bro stole the bow and arrow from, right?” Okuyasu asked, an unreadable look in his eye. Jotaro simply nodded.

“Wait a minute,” Okuyasu continued. “If you guys got your Stands from DIO, how come Keicho had to shoot me with the bow and arrow so I could get mine?”

There was an uncomfortable pause, Jotaro and Josuke both hiding their eyes behind cap and hair respectively as they chose their words carefully. Koichi looked between them, slightly uncomfortable with where this conversation was heading.

Josuke had told Jotaro enough about Okuyasu’s past for him to understand why Okuyasu’s older brother, Keicho, had the bow and arrow in the first place. If Jotaro was one thing, it was blunt. He wasn’t good with delicate situations like this.

Luckily for him, Josuke seemed adept at dealing with his friend’s trauma.

“I think it’s just a Joestar thing, Oku.” Josuke turned, pulling his collar down so Okuyasu could get a glimpse of the star-shaped birthmark where the left side of his shoulder and neck met. Jotaro felt his own birthmark tingle in response and had to resist the urge to cover it with his hand. Joestar blood truly was strong.

Josuke continued his explanation, “It’s like how my old man got Hamon from his grandfather. Or like how Stand users attract other Stand users.”

“Mr. Jotaro, you have a daughter don’t you? Does she have a Stand?” Koichi asked politely.

Jotaro paused. Jolyne getting involved in the dangers of being a Stand user was something he never wanted. She was still a toddler, but she was able to see Star Platinum clearly. Despite the fact that Star absolutely adored her, even more so that she could actually see him, it still kept him up at night. “...She’s still a child so I’m not sure. My mother however, had a Stand. She was too weak to maintain it so we defeated DIO in order to save her life. That was also around the time Josuke got sick with a fever. She can also see Star Platinum and Hermit Purple, the old man’s Stand.”

Seeing Okuyasu was as confused as ever, Josuke tried to steer the conversation back to topic, “You don’t have to worry about it, Okuyasu. It’s just a Joestar thing.”

When Okuyasu nodded and fell silent once again, Jotaro continued. “I’ve met people who were born with their Stands, and as a result their bond with them was almost flawless. I figured if we use our Stands in something that wasn’t battle, we could see for ourselves the type of personality they have and bond with them as well.”

“What? But Crazy D and I get along great,” Josuke protested, watching as his Stand continued to warily eye Star Platinum, who seemed to have gotten bored standing there and was now floating around the room in what Josuke almost thought was curiosity.

“I don’t know Josuke, your bond with your Stand seems a bit different than Echoes and I.” Koichi said, summoning his smaller Stand. Echoes automatically floated up to Star Platinum, who was holding a pan and inspecting it with a close eye. “I haven’t had Echoes for long but I guess we’re pretty close.”

Okuyasu summoned The Hand, squinting as he watched his expressionless Stand for a bit. “Are you sure Stands have a sort of personality of their own? The Hand has never really done anything on his own. Then again I probably haven’t figured it out since I’m not really that smart.”

“Shut up, you’re plenty smart,” Josuke responded fluidly. Jotaro guessed he had to say that a lot. Josuke watched as his Stand followed Star Platinum around, both of them curiously floating around the kitchen, though Crazy D had to stay within Josuke’s range, which was shorter than Jotaro and Star Platinum’s. That was another thing Josuke was a bit jealous about.

“And besides,” Josuke continued, leaning his elbow on the table and holding his head up in his hand. “I’ve had Crazy Diamond since I was a kid. I never met another Stand user until recently. So I don’t really know how any of this is supposed to work.”

“You said you met people who had their Stands since they were born, Mr. Jotaro?” Koichi asked kindly. Jotaro nodded. “How was their relationship different?”

Jotaro seemed to think for a second, fiddling with the bill of his cap.

“I guess they were just...closer. Both user and Stand had their own personality but was able to think in tandem like all other Stand users. It was...more of a partnership than controlling another being.”

Jotaro tried his best to explain it. But it was difficult to describe what it’s like to walk into the hotel rooms he shared with the other Crusaders and see Polnareff use Silver Chariot’s rapier to cut up fruit and use it like a fruit shish kabob. Or to constantly have Kakyoin use Hierophant Green to get things from across the room, often almost tripping Jotaro. Or even Abdul giving Magician’s red scratches under its beak. They all used their Stands so casually and it made Jotaro feel out of place, having just acquired his and still learning how to use it. Even Joseph used Hermit Purple for the most mundane things, but Jotaro always chalked it up to him being Joseph.

Granted, Jotaro’s bond with Star Platinum might have been a bit different. He was no Stand expert, and even before he knew what Star was, his Stand was always eager to please, extremely protective of his user, and made his own personality clear. Then again, this could have been a simple reflection of Jotaro’s own will, as most things with Star Platinum were.

During the two months he traveled to kill DIO and save his mother’s life, he had very little time to fully experiment with his Stand. He managed to figure out a few things about Star almost immediately though: Star was curious, Star was strong and enthusiastic during battle , and Star would do anything to protect his beloved master. Star absolutely adored Jotaro, that much was clear once he learned what his Stand was and stopped being weary of it. After all, how would he save his mom if he didn’t know anything about his own Stand?

Their bond simply became more apparent during their fight with DIO. After all, Star learned to stop time for him. It was an ability he hated, and who could blame him? He went through hell with DIO, he lost the only friends he knew, and even to this day, ten years later, he still had nightmares about it. Post Traumatic Stress, the Speedwagon Doctors had diagnosed him with it, and the ability itself was just a reminder of how fucked up his bloodline really was. But in the midst of all that, he couldn’t find it in his heart to blame Star. His Stand did, after all, save his life with it. He did it to protect him, and Jotaro was all the more grateful for it.

It was after those two months, during the final years of high school going on to college to pursue his career in marine biology that their bond simply clicked. While not having to fight made them both a bit weaker (although, he figured the fact he had Star stop and restart his heart had something to do with it), it was like meeting Star once again for the first time. He summoned himself whenever he felt his user needed assistance, was always there for a quick and precise fix, and even when Jotaro was just lounging about, Star would materialize next to him, floating in the air next to him or settled in such a way that he could curiously watch what his master was doing and communicate his thoughts to Jotaro via their mental and spiritual link.

To voice these intimate thoughts was something Jotaro wasn’t good at, so he simply sighed out a soft “good grief” before looking at Josuke, who had his Stand the longest.

“It already seems Echoes has a personality of his own, modeled after how Koichi has grown.”

“Of course I have,” Echoes replied in his mechanical voice. Jotaro spared the smaller Stand a glance as Echoes gave him a look Jotaro could have sworn was an eye roll before going back to watching what the other three Stands were messing with. Jotaro paid them no mind.

“Has Crazy Diamond done anything of his own accord?” Jotaro asked the younger Jojo.

Josuke thought for a second, watching as Crazy Diamond and Star Platinum silently communicated with each other, curiously getting into everything and anything they could. “Not really I mean...I’ve had him since I was a kid? So sometimes I can feel what he’s feeling or thinking. Like there are times I get hurt and I know he wants to heal me, though I know it won’t work. Or there’s times he’s reacted faster than I could and blocked a punch or stopped me from doing something dumb. Sometimes I don’t know if the anger I feel at a person is my own or his. But other than that he doesn’t really do anything?”

Jotaro paused for a second, before suggesting, “I know you have a close relationship with your Stand, but I think you mostly associate him with either fighting or fixing things, and put up a sort of mental wall between you two. Try reaching in and feeling what he feels, see what he sees.”

Josuke locked eyes with Crazy Diamond, who turned away from Star Platinum in favor of seeing if his user needed anything. Everyone seemed to paused as Crazy Diamond floated just a bit closer to Josuke, keeping their eyes locked.

Josuke tried to reach into the edges of his mind. He wasn’t exactly sure how to do this but now that Jotaro brought it up, he wanted to try, he wanted his Stand to know Josuke cared, and that he wanted to know his thoughts as he knew his user’s.

Come on, Crazy D, let me in, I trust you, don’t you trust me too? I want to share everything with you, not just physical pain, but whatever goes through your soul or whatever.

It took a few seconds, before Josuke felt something like a curtain being lifted from his mind and heart. And suddenly, he was getting feedback that wasn’t his own. It was a strange feeling, like he was aware it wasn’t him, but he felt it anyway, enough that he knew it was there, but not enough that he knew it didn’t belong to him, but his Stand.

And suddenly he was overwhelmed with adoration, a fierce protectiveness, loyalty, pride.

So this is what Crazy Diamond felt for him. It was overwhelming, to say the least.

Suddenly, he felt a slight tug, a sensation, and he knew his Stand wanted to hug him, but was afraid to step out of line. Josuke couldn’t help the goofy smile that spread across his face.

“You. You’re helpless. You don’t need to ask, you big corn-ball. Come here.”

The moment the words were out of his mouth, Crazy Diamond scooped him up easily and, careful not to mess up his beloved hair, hugged his user gently, enough so Josuke could feel the affection of the hug but not enough to accidentally hurt him. Josuke never really touched Crazy Diamond, and was pleasantly surprised at how warm and solid he felt for a being of mental and spiritual energy. The looped feedback he was getting, both from his side and Crazy Diamond’s was weird too, super intense, but it felt good to know just how cherished he was by his Stand. He knew he could always count on Crazy Diamond.

“You’re great, Crazy D.”

Their moment was ruined, however, when the sound of one of his mother’s favorite mugs shattering rang through the air.

Crazy Diamond set him down, turning back to Star Platinum with an exasperated expression.

Slight annoyance, admiration, the need to impress.

Well, at least Josuke knew his Stand felt the same way about Star, that Josuke felt often about Jotaro.

Star was looking at Jotaro guiltily, Tomoko’s cup on the floor in pieces. He looked so apologetic Josuke couldn’t find it in himself to be upset even if Crazy D couldn’t fix it. Jotaro just sighed, glancing at his Stand tiredly. They seemed to mentally speak for a moment before Star Platinum relaxed slightly, looking at Crazy D pleadingly. If he didn’t know the kind of power Star had, Josuke would think this was a completely different Stand to the one that Otoishi was so afraid of. And of course Jotaro would comfort his Stand silently, ever stoic on the outside.

“S.H.I.T” Echoes swore, looking down at the fallen pieces. Crazy D made his way over, and with a quick swipe of his hand, the cup reassembled. When Star made a motion to pick it up, the other Stand quickly snatched it from the floor and put it on the counter.

“Ora?” Star said pleadingly.

“DORA!” Crazy Diamond shook his head with a stern cry of his own, as if telling a child no.

Josuke could have sworn Star was pouting, but held back his laugh in fear that he would get punched.

A silent battle seemed to go between the Stands before eventually Star Platinum accepted defeat with a huff. How much Crazy D looked up to Star as a mentor surprised Josuke a bit, but then again, didn’t he feel just a bit pressured to be as cool as Jotaro?

“Dammit. I want to read my Stand too! But I can’t figure out how to do it.” Okuyasu whined, watching as the Hand slumped it’s shoulders in defeat.

“Your next line is, ‘maybe I’m just too dumb for this shit.’”

“Maybe I’m just too dumb for this shit- woah! How do you do that, dude?”

Jotaro promptly choked on his spit, pulling his hat low in order to recompose himself. Josuke was a lot more like Joseph than he gave him credit for.

Josuke shrugged, ignoring Jotaro’s strange reaction. “You’re not exactly hard to read, bro. It doesn’t mean you’re dumb it just means I know you well, dude. Besides, Jotaro and I have had our Stands for a while, you just need more practice.”

Okuyasu beamed brightly, smiling widely. Jotaro hid his own smile behind his hat. They truly were good kids.

Suddenly, the hat on his head was swiped off, and before he turned to yell at whoever took it, though he knew who was the culprit, he paused, hesitating as he watched his Stand place it atop his head. Star posed, flexing his muscles at he let out a strong “ORA!” As annoyed as he wanted to be, the pure happiness and admiration Star felt was enough to keep the complaint from passing his lips.

Josuke, Okuyasu and Koichi all laughed, and Jotaro felt his lips twitch despite how hard he was fighting it.

“You should have seen your face! You were so angry!” Josuke said between gasps of laughter. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without your hat.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without your hair up.” Jotaro shot back, stiffening as he realized he might have crossed hot water again. He felt Star tense but it was short lived as Josuke laughed again.

“Yeah, it’s terrible when it isn’t in my totally kewl style.”

Jotaro exhaled the tension from his body, as Star went back to being a pest with Crazy Diamond and Echoes, obviously trying to get some sort of reaction out of The Hand.

“Jotaro-san,” Koichi spoke up. “Can you tell us another story about Egypt? If it isn’t too uncomfortable for you.”

“Yeah! We want to know what it was like! Were the Stand users as tough as the ones we faced?” Okuyasu added.

“Good grief,” Jotaro mumbled, these kids often made him feel older than he really was.

“Guys, I’m curious too, but don’t pressure him into talking. He’ll talk if he wants to. That sort of thing...is kind of delicate.” Josuke interrupted. A look flashed in his eyes, a look Jotaro knew too well, because both himself and Joseph shared it.

Maybe the Joestar bloodline was just cursed.

With a heavy sigh, Jotaro crossed his legs, trying to think of something that didn’t really trigger him, that would be easy to talk about. Maybe talking about it in a good light, remembering the fun with the others instead of replaying his fight with DIO over and over will help with the nightmares. Eventually, he settled for one.

“Did I tell you guys about the time I scared this guy so badly when we were playing poker he passed out? Or the time I beat the shit out of my best friend before we actually became friends? Or the time one of them licked a toilet?”

Right away, the three high schoolers fixed their attention on him and Jotaro couldn’t help but feel at ease. Stands weren’t all bad. After all, without Star Platinum, he wouldn’t have this moment.

#blueflamebird writes #star platinum #jotaro kujo #crazy diamond #josuke higashikata #im too lazy to tag this correctly #fic #fluff #minor cursing #mentions of PTSD #i cant tag

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lovesick // vernon

theres probably gonna be another part to this story so if its kinda eh rn jUST WAIT ————– it wasn’t supposed to be your love story, but everyone knew when it came to you- nothing ever went as planned. the original plan was to get joshua and your best friend together, not have joshua’s best friend and you get together and you had never really been a big believer a love, to be fair- you hated the idea of relationships and romance, it was all just too cliche for you. “Y/N, if this is going to work, you’re going to need to be a little more cooperative”, jeonghan sighed. “i’m trying but wonwoo and mingyu are being distracting”, you retorted as the two boys you were squished in between let out dramatic gasps. “we’re just trying to entertain you!” “by flirting with each other right in front of me? although, it is quite entertaining”, you muttered. they laughed, as you got up from your position, walking over to seungkwan and dk. “when are they getting back?” seungkwan and dk both turned around, mouths full of the food that was meant for joshua and mina. “you guys!” you groaned. you never knew what to do with those two, they were way too much. “that wasn’t for y-” in an instant your mouth was full of a cupcake that seungkwan shoved in there. “have some”, he said excitedly. you had to admit, it was good. “oh shit”, you tried to say with your mouth full of food. instead, you shot them a thumbs up. you didn’t know the boys quite well, but you would do anything to get your best friend with the guy she liked, so you forced yourself to get to know them. so far, they were really nice and funny guys. you were almost glad that your friend was so smitten about some boy. but of course, once again screaming and arguing distracted you from your thoughts. “i told you not to eat those!” seungcheol yelled at us. “it wasn’t my idea!” you defended. he groaned, calling over jeonghan to “asses the situation”. “i can get more food”, you muttered. “it isn’t much of a situation.” they sighed, expressing all the parently thoughts, but giving into your suggestion. “who isn’t doing anything?” they looked around at all of the busy boys, finding one with huge headphones over his ears. you’d never seen him before. his black hair hung over his closed eyes as he slowly nodded his head to whatever he was listening to. he was cute, to say the least. “hansol!” seungcheol called out. “go with y/n, since you don’t seem to be doing anything anyway.” he didn’t hear him the first time, unfortunately, earning him a smack on the head with the newspaper seungcheol was holding. “what the fu-” he was interrupted once again with another hit to the head. “you’re going with y/n to buy more food. since she ate it all.” “i did not! it was seokmin and seungkwan!” he rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to hansol. he was staring at you, probably wondering who the hell you were and why he was being forced to get up because of something you did. “fine”, was all he said, before making his way to the door, with you following closely behind. you didn’t mind going with him, all the other boys were kind so you assumed he was too. “why haven’t i seen you before?” you asked him, trying to make conversation to steer away from all the awkward. “not sure, how come i’ve never seen you before?” you didn’t quite know the answer to that, in all honesty. you had been hanging out with the boys for a few weeks now, you’d assume you’d see him at least once. “i actually don’t know. i’ve been with them a lot recently since joshua an-” “wait, you’re the girl that joshua’s literally dying over?” he asked with a suprised tone. you shook your head frantically, “no, no! it’s my best friend. but he likes her back? we’ve been trying to set the two up for weeks now!” he laughed, “yeah, wasn’t it obvious? he turns into a mess from the slightest thought of her.” you laughed along with him, feeling a little more comfortable now that the two of you were talking. you continued to walk to the shop, falling into silence once again. “i’m vernon- by the way”, he said quietly. “vernon? i thought your name was hansol?” you looked at him with a confused look on your face, one which he deemed adorable once he saw it. he thought you were extremely pretty, and he tried hard not to lose his cool around you. he’d only just met you, but of course you wouldn’t know about this until later in your friendship. “well, vernon’s my middle name, but it’s what everyone calls me so i just go by that.” “oh”, you responded. “i like the name hansol, do you mind me calling you that?” he shook his head, “sounds nice coming from you.” you raised an eyebrow at him, an amused smile forming on your face. “flirty, aren’t we?“ “oh shut up”, he laughed. “in your dreams.” you pushed the boys shoulder, a little too hard, causing him to fall over and onto a bush. “oh shit!” you laughed. “i’m so sorry!” he groaned, “no you’re not. you’re laughing!” “okay, yeah, but you’re in a bush. how can i not?” you laughed even harder at his struggle to get up from the bush. “do you mind, i don’t know, helping me?” you grabbed his arm, pulling him with ease. “you’re light”, you told him, trying to stiffle your laughter. “i actually hate you.” “oh, man”, you sighed dramatically. “my heart.” “you’re a fucking fishstick, you know that?” this caused you to laugh even harder at the boy, because who the fuck and what the fuck would ever come up with something like that? “a fishstick? jesus, (jISOOS) you just have the greatest comebacks, don’t you?” he flicked your forehead, making you raise your hand up to hit him again, but he dodged it quickly that time. "exactly.” he rolled his eyes, suddenly grabbing your arm and tugging you into the shop. “oh shit”, you laughed. “i almost walked past it. thanks vernilla ice, what would i do without you?” “vernilla ice?” his facial expression showed confusion, but amusement at the same time. “yes bro, geez get with the times”, you muttered, doing a weird peace sign at the same time. “the cringe.” you looked around the shop, it was all pastel colors and smelled of cake and candy, to say the least- you were very into it. “i want to live here!” you smiled, admiring the place. it was comforting for you, no matter how dead inside you looked. “cute”, vernon smirked, walking up to the counter. you grinned, following but still admiring every detail of the cute cupcake shop. “can we get a dozen red velvet cupcakes, please?” you heard him ask. “and one chocolate!” you added happily, smiling at the cashier. she let out a quiet laugh, shaking her head. “what a cute couple you guys are!” she gushed. “dude, not as cute as this shop!” you realized you hadn’t denied what she said, even implying that you were. “we’re not a couple, also”, you added quickly, seeing that yours and vernon’s face were turning a deep shade of red. “well- i know a future couple when i see one”, she winked. you and vernon laughed awkwardly, paying the woman and finding a seat. “so”, you mumbled. “any hobbies?” he smiled, shaking his head a little at your sudden shyness. “i rap, so do wonwoo, mingyu, and s. coops.” this definitely spiked your interest, already forgetting about what happened only seconds ago. “seriously? rap for me!” “um, no”, he laughed. “maybe another time.” “come on, please?” you begged, tugging a little at his hand. you kept your grip on it, not noticing how awkward it made vernon. “another time, the cupcakes are here!” he said quickly. you averted your attention from him to the box of cupcakes, scrambling out of your seat to recieve the box. “thank you!” you called out as you walked happily from the shop. vernon caught up to you, smiling at how excited you got over cupcakes. “i like to paint”, you told him. “since i asked you, i thought i would share?” “really? i’ve always been praised for my art skills too”, he boasted. your eyes lit up, “oh my god! (ur not suppOSED TO SAY OMG) we can paint together, you can paint me, i can paint you!” his face once again turned a shade of red, he was only kidding when he said that. in all honesty he was shit at art. “uh-” you grabbed his hand, pulling him closer to their dorm (house? idk man). you opened the door, finding all eleven of the boys running around the house trying to make everything perfect. the irony of all of it was that, they were making everything even worse. “well”, you cleared your throat. “this is going well?” “i agree”, vernon laughed. “extremely well.” you shook your head, placing the box down on the table. “well, my work here is done”, you said quietly. “i’m gonna get going?” you could have sworn you saw a look of disappointment on vernon’s face, but nonetheless, he let you go. “are you going to be coming back here?” “yeah, i think so”, you smiled. “i don’t think i’d be able to stay away from you guys anymore.” “good, i don’t think i can let you.”

#hansol #vernon #seventeen #svt fluff #memeteen

[thepalegoldmoon]

Answers

so i was asked to answer all of these so here i gooooooo!!!!~… kms… ;u;

— 1. Who was the last person you held hands with?

uhhhhmmm i dont really hold hands cause i over heat and the get clammy easily, so the last person i “held hands”/ linked arms with was actually at Anime Boston with this rad dude Jay, we were cosplaying Keith and Lance from Voltron. it was a good day, but we were tired as fuck.

2. Are you outgoing or shy?

kinda both depends on the situation and who im around tbh

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

in general or like famous??? uhhhmmm, if we’re going in general tbh me rad ass mate Jay cause why wouldnt I be looking forward to seeing this kid??? hes literally the best thing or person to see ever, duh! and if were going famous??? uhhhmmm music wise either Panic! At The Disco, TOP, orrrrr maybe a tie between some one from the Hamilton, or Heahters musicals.

4. Are you easy to get along with?

again depends on the situation and people. over all id say yeah in some way.

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

uhmmm idk because we’d both probably be shit faced and tumbling over each other screaming, incoherently and laughing our asses off. While simultaneously getting into 20 different fights over cheese, bread, and cats. Then crying about video games and anime. probably in the midst of this we’d be laughing and patting each other’s back telling each other how good of a bro the other is an how we’re gonna take over the world by the sheer brute force of dogs and cats

6. What kind of people are you attracted to?

uhhhhmmm i dont really have a type but there’s a guy i like alot whos my dream guy tbh, and to me hes perfect in alot and pretty much every single way. ºuº

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

probably not but its nice to hope and dream c:

8. Who from the opposite gender is on your mind?

either rn my friend Casey cause shes in spain this week for vacation or my childhood bestfriend Liz cause her birthday just pasted on april 7th and i havent seen her in years.

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?

depends on who im with and what exactly kinda stuff were talking about. but im always awkard af with everything so im always uncomftorble.

10. Who was the last person you had a deep conversation with?

mi boi Jay!!~ we tend to get into deep conversation alot. i enjoy it alot tbh hahaha.

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?

(when i got to this quesion)

 WE WILL BE TRASH GODS!!!~

12. What are your 5 favorite songs right now?

UHMMM pass cause honestly the whole entirety of Heathers and Hamilton pretty much.

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

OMFG HELL YEAH I DO!!!!!!!~

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

yeah man thats always been something i believe in because i have the most terrible luck but i like to believe miracles have happened in my life.

15. What good thing happened this summer?

i started the change in my social life and i got a really rad friend through the beginning phase of it!

16. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

uhmmm ive only done pecks cause im  fucking looser so that was Jay, so hell yeah i would man hahaha! (hes got a kissable face its nice alright, i swear im not this fucking awkward XD) ((and bro i know youll end up reading this. i love ya man!! i hope this isnt too bad lol~))

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?

fuck yeah i do bro. i wanna befriend at least one of them tbh.

18. Do you still talk to your first crush?

not really cause the kid left after 5th grade and i never saw him again,

19. Do you like bubble baths?

fuck yes.

20. Do you like your neighbors?

i dont really talk to them haha.

21. What are you bad habits?

i have alot, talking to much and fighting HARD during a fight, and having the worst timing for smart ass comments, and trying to change things i cant change too much. theres more but thats a good few.

22. Where would you like to travel?

everywhere and anywhere tbh

23. Do you have trust issues?

a bit ive more developed them because of shitty people

24. Favorite part of your daily routine?

either shower or the part where i come home and either draw, eat, play video games, get to text my boi, or where i get to sleep.

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

my nose, the corners of my mouth or my big toes.

26. What do you do when you wake up?

text my friend good morning or get up and play with my mouse for a few minutes

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?

i enjoy my skin tone but i wish i could tan ith out burning although, ive always wanted to either be albino or see what its like to be darker.

28. Who are you most comfortable around?

either Jay, or my friend Casey

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?

nope because i dont talk to them XD

30. Do you ever want to get married?

at some point maybe haha

31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tail?

almost but the sides and some of my bangs are just a teeny bit off from making it :u:

32. Which celebrities would you have a threesome with?

uhmm not really any tbh theyre all to much older than me

33. Spell your name with your chin.

alyxx/ nyxx

34. Do you play sports? What sports?

ew no but i like swimming and to go on walks for fun

35. Would you rather live without TV or music?

thats hard cause i need both for background noise

36. Have you ever liked someone and never told them?

not really, i dont think so

37. What do you say during awkward silences?

something really stupid and half the time really provocative

38. Describe your dream girl/guy?

ahhhh hahaha well i dont really know because the guy im crushing on is my dream guy js. and if i were to try and describe him id butcher the amazing and astounding beauty of the real person to be honest

39. What are your favorite stores to shop in?

ahhhh idk, lush?? and anything with food tbh

40. What do you want to do after high school?

die, or move to salem WITCHever comes first -u0 lol (bad pun i know i know)

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance?

i belive in ALOT of chances tbh

42. If your being extremely quiet what does it mean?

either im tired, extremely sad/depressed, overthinking/ thinking, focusing, thinking how to reply something or im REALLY fucking pissed off at you for something.

43. Do you smile at strangers?

REALLY FUCKING AWKWARDLY AND IN REALLY FUCKING AWKWARD SITUATIONS

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

UHHHHHH BOTH!!!!!~ TF?

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning?

THE INPENDING FEAR AND DOOM OF CRIPPLING ANXIETY IF I MISS THE BUS OR if im hanging out wiht someone that day the motivation of not being alone in my room with myself for the whole day or so hahaha, or a con/ meet up which applies to friends.

46. What are you paranoid about?

AAAHAHAHAHAHA IS THAT EVEN A QUESTION???? fucking everything…

47. Have you ever been high?

yes

48. Have you ever been drunk?

buzzed not drunk

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

uhhh i dont think so im not really very secretive. maybe like PERSONAL shit but no

50. What was the colour of the last hoodie you wore?

Grey

51. Ever wished you were someone else?

a few times

52. One thing you wish you could change about yourself?

uhmmm either eye color and nose Physically.and personality wise i wish i wasnt so stubborn tbh.

53. Favourite makeup brand?

lush is the closest thing to makeup i use hunny

54. Favourite store?

lush

55. Favourite blog?

@thedevilandhisfiddleofgold​ c;

56. Favourite colour?

Blue

57. Favourite food?

uhmmm theres too many to list, all?? except spicy

58. Last thing you ate?

a cracker with nutella on it

59. First thing you ate this morning?

a cinnamon powdered sugar doughnut

60. Ever won a competition? For what?

nope

61. Been suspended/expelled? For what?

Suspending, accused of stealing shitty locker wallpaper panels. THAT I ACCTUALLY FUCKING HADNT ;U;

62. Been arrested? For what?

nope

63. Ever been in love?

YES ;-;

64. Tell us the story of your first kiss?

never fucking had one kiddies sorry no story time for this one

65. Are you hungry right now?

kinda i want chips

66. Do you like your tumblr friends more than your real friends?

uhm my only tumblr friends are friends in real life so not really because how do you like someone more on tumblr than you like them in real life??? not like its impossible its just odd.

67. Facebook or Twitter?

neither tbh, i only use my facebook for my work schedule

68. Twitter or Tumblr?

TUMBLR

69. Are you watching tv right now?

yes i started 13 reasons why

70. Names of your bestfriends?

jay, casey, liz (ranked most to least interaction and tbh who ive talked to most recently, those other two loosers never text me)

71. Craving something? What?

chips, cookies, FOOD, and love, BUT MOSTLY FOOD RN

72. What colour are your towels?

we have mostly white and black towels but theyre all just multicolored

72. How many pillows do you sleep with?

(im also counting my stuffed animals as pillows)

at least 11 tbh

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

(refer to last question)

74. How many stuffed animals do you think you have?

9

75. Favourite animal?

wolf, fox, raven, snowleopard, cat, snake (i cant choose)

76. What colour is your underwear?

black like my soul bitch

77. Chocolate or Vanilla?

vanilla

78. Favourite ice cream flavour?

birthday cake or cotton candy/ bubblegum

79. What colour shirt are you wearing?

black

80. What colour pants?

dark grey

81. Favourite tv show?

uhmmmm Voltron or steven universe

82. Favourite movie?

heathers and the crow

83. Mean Girls or Mean Girls 2?

Mean Girls

84. Mean Girls or 21 Jump Street?

havent seen the second one (refer to previous question)

85. Favourite character from Mean Girls?

the lebanese chick and the gay guy that were friends with lindsay lohan’s character

86. Favourite character from Finding Nemo?

thats a hard question cause i love them all ;-;

87. First person you talked to today?

Jay (and caiden???) i sent a message to a group chat right after i woke up, i was pointed at Jay but theyre both in that chat

88. Last person you talked to today?

same chat

89. Name a person you hate?

ahha ahhahaha hahahaha, mmmmm theres alot 

90. Name a person you love?

Jay, Casey, my pets

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

better question… is there not????

92. In a fight with someone?

i dont think so but im aboutabe casue they wont give me times on if theyre coming tomorrow or not ;-;

93. How many sweatpants do you have?

2 and a pair of sweat pants i made into shorts

94. How many sweaters/hoodies do you have?

hehehe at least 6 or 7. tbh my attack on titan one has been issing for a while and it makes me sad

95. Last movie you watched?

heathers, im not saying the technical last one cause it was gross as fuck and doe not count as a movie to me

96. Favourite actress?

ehhh hellena bonham carter

97. Favourite actor?

johnny depp

98. Do you tan a lot?

not really cause i burn and im afraid of getting skin cancer

99. Have any pets?

2 guinea PIGS and a mouse

100. How are you feeling?

alright kinda missing my friends and also kind anxious

101. Do you type fast?

depends on my mood, what im typing on,  and about

102. Do you regret anything from your past?

so.. many… things…

103. Can you spell well?

fairly decently i think, average nothing over the top but i try haha

104. Do you miss anyone from your past?

ehhh Liz and my friend Julia from Germany she was cool.

105. Ever been to a bonfire party?

nope

106. Ever broken someone’s heart?

there was a girl named shannon who was all over me and head over heels for me, she mightve been a taurus. she tried to use some serious mental shit to try and get me to stay. i told her to seek professional help and not me.

107. Have you ever been on a horse?

nope

108. What should you be doing?

a 10 page paper and finishing final fantasy, and getting more loot boxes in overwatch

109. Is something irritating you right now?

not really knowing what to do with my senior paper, shop friends, being alone, and not having enough hours in the day and always being fucking tired.

110. Have you ever liked someone so much it hurt?

yes, i do right now, tbh, but its cool

111. Do you have trust issues?

this was already asked. slightly it depends on the person

112. Who was the last person you cried in front of?

no one, mentally and close to physiccally jay and caiden, but im always mentally crying. i dont physically cry if i do youre special, im not that soft.

113. What was your childhood nickname?

Ash

114. Have you ever been out of your province/state?

i was born in pittsburgh, pa. i lived in townsend, ma and i just recently moved to pepperrel, ma.

115. Do you play the Wii?

not any more

116. Are you listening to music right now?

not really

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

yes

118. Do you like Chinese food?

YAS

119. Favourite book?

how to make the perfect boy?? (its something like that) i also really enjoyed mrs. perigrines home for peculiar children.

120. Are you afraid of the dark?

im afraid of what might be in it

121. Are you mean?

i can be

122. Is cheating ever okay?

ew not wtf

123. Can you keep white shoes clean?

probably not

124. Do you believe in love at first sight?

kinda but only to an extent

125. Do you believe in true love?

again kinda but only to an extent tbh

126. Are you currently bored?

a bit

127. What makes you happy?

chilling with jay, playing wiht my animal or sleeping 

128. Would you change your name?

i want to, im trying to get Alyxx as my name hahah but i have a genius way to keep ASH

129. What your zodiac sign?

GEMINI BIATCH!!!!~

130. Do you like subway?

yeah its alright

131. Your bestfriend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

uhhhh hahah i already dated my childhood bestfriend. Liz was chill but id kindly turn her down

132. Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

already answered this up top, but Jay

133. Favourite lyrics right now?

hmmmm i have too many tbh, id love to put one here but i cant think of a good one atm sorry my dudes

134. Can you count to one million?

maybe but im to lazy to fam

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

hahaha ive told too many to put those down

136. Do you sleep with your doors open or closed?

CLOSED OMFG NO #TRIGGERED

137. How tall are you?

5′5.25″ ( THAT QUARTER IS IMPORTANT ;u;, believe it or not i had=ve alot of friends that are taller than me)

138. Curly or Straight hair?

wavy-ish

139. Brunette or Blonde?

i myself am a “brunette”

140. Summer or Winter?

kinda both

141. Night or Day?

ehh more night but i enjoy both

142. Favourite month?

either, October, November, December, and i actually am not a fan of my birth month may haha

143. Are you a vegetarian?

nope but ive thought about becoming one to cleanse and to get in better shape kinda reasons

144. Dark, milk or white chocolate?

milk and white

145. Tea or Coffee?

both

146. Was today a good day?

ehhh kinda

147. Mars or Snickers?

snickers but i wanna try a mars bar

148. What’s your favourite quote?

hahah either

“ another fucking heather! -sighs- Our love is god let’s go get a slushie!”

-JD “Heathers”

( i relate most to the heather part tbh)

  “ill hook ‘em…” “..and ill cook ‘em!”

-Roadhog and Junkrat “Overwatch”

( YEAH I KNOW IM TRASH BUT ITS A PRECIOUS QUOTE BETWEEN TO REALLY GOOD BEST MATES OKAY!!!??)

149. Do you believe in ghosts?

WHOLE HEARTEDLY, IVE SEEN THEM, IVE FELT THEM, IVE HEARD THEM, TALKED TO THEM, I RESPECT THE SHIT OUT OF THEM AND THEY ARE KINDA SLIGHTLY TERRIFYING BUT I LOVE THEM!

150. Get the closest book next to you, open it to page 42, what’s the first line on that page?

“WOW MAGNUS, you’re probably thinking. That was… stupid!” 

Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard 

#my asks #non anon

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The Accountant: Ben Afflecks Autistic Assassin Balances Taxes, Busts Skulls, Confounds Us All

This is far and away the strangest Hollywood movie of its first year. “>

In the nearly unclassifiable thriller The Accountant , Ben Affleck trades the Bat-armor for another crime-fighting outfit: sights, a sensible suit, and a pocket shield. By period he crunches tax returns for tribes out of his strip-mall agency in the suburb. On the side, we rapidly memorize in this audaciously serious category cavort, hes a stone-cold killer with numbersor a sniper rifle, or a knife, or his bare hands, or even the loop he wears looped through his sensible slacks. Afflecks titular auditor, you might allege, is a CPA with a extremely particular change of skills.

Theres as much Taken as here i am Rain Man to be found in The Accountant , a regularly frustrating but amazingly witty category mishmash thats at least upfront about its center vanity: Ben Affleck is clearly, 100 percent going for it as Hollywoods first autistic assassin. Thats not enough to make it a good movie, exactly, but it certainly prevents The Accountant watchable in dribbles and fells of eccentric, fleeting magnificence, in a truly spooky various kinds of papa thriller that never met an accounting gag it didnt like.

Directed by Warrior helmer Gavin OConnor from a Black List screenplay by Bill Dubuque ( The Judge ), The Accountant has such a fearles high-concept premise, its a disgrace how far it is from being cohesive. Affleck stars as Christian Wolff, a quiet and tidy recluse whose high-functioning autism stirs him a natural at the accounting artsparticularly when his shady cartel and crime-lord buyers necessitate him to sieve through hopeless amounts of files and fleshes to piece together the riddle when cash goes missing.

A lifetime of harsh hand-to-hand combat and artilleries improving too stirs him the easy-going choice when those chaotic books necessitate resolving. His Screech rating, one reckons, must be impeccable. Afflecks Wolff is nothing if not efficient at his place, slicing and shooting his path through entire builds of bad people with the same cool precision he uses to solve complex numerical equations. In The Accountant , Afflecks targets are conceded no mercy, only enough speedy and destructive retribution to settle the score. No Marthas can save these men. The only mistake we ever hear of him making, quite literally, is that he registered his taxes properly and on time.

The mystery of Wolffs identity unspools in all areas of the cinemas opening act as gritty U.S Treasury Director Ray King( J.K. Simmons) ropes loath specialist Marybeth Medina( Cynthia Addai-Robinson) into hunting him down through the only breadcrumbs he has: photos of an unidentified person in a dres and the nagging suspicion that hes the key to something large-hearted . Meanwhile, Wolffs taken his latest gig tracking $61 million thats gone missing from the ledgers of a major cybernetic robotics make run by Lamar Black( John Lithgow ).

But just as Wolff starts to math his road toward figuring out the villain, executives start croaking and his campaign is cut short, wreaking hell on its capability to cope with the chaos. Ordinarily hed fastening himself in the dark and pulsate his shins with a wooden dowel while listening to metal, as you do.( If youre looking for any deep understanding of how tribes on the spectrum actually live, you wont find it here .) Instead, this time, he goes on the run with Dana( a charmingly chatty Anna Kendrick ), the junior numbers-cruncher also privy to the fiscal infringement, setting a collision course with a shadowy-but-flashy bravo( Jon Bernthal) and the feds hot on his trail.

Once The Accountant s story get leading, it stupefies with bullet-flying war and winking humor. One of its most entertaining moments steams down to a simple wave of the handa tiny throwaway gesticulate that manages to be the best-timed punchline in the entire movie. Other highlightings happen when Afflecks reclusive Wolff begrudgingly makes his picket down with the spunky Dana, and shares with her his most sacred seat: a 34 -foot Airstream trailer filled with priceless art and all his getaway currency, his superspy drawer of passports and faux identities next to a meticulously targeted Star Wars lightsaber.

All the while, unfortunately, were yanked out of the present to flash back to Wolffs past. Some parents school their boys to throw a schoolyard punch. Realise his sons ailment would differentiate him as different, Wolffs Army vet single father subjected him to years of brutal martial-arts training so hed become a fighter , not a prey. Its a provocative idea and one whose franknes is underscored by the X-Men-style school for children with developmental disorders that plays a key role in the plot. One in 68 children placed in America are diagnosed as on the spectrum, the cinema teaches its captive gathering. We should learn “childrens issues” its what realizes them different that obligates them specialeven if that lesson is autistic girls can grow up to be stone-cold bravoes, too.

Admirably enough, OConnor doesnt seem to care that his head-spinning mlange of categories and ambiances is bound to try the patience of his audience. It is what it is: a hit man drama-thriller-mystery that champs autism as a figure of underappreciated superheroism. The flaws dont contradict that bold raison detre , even if The Accountant suffered from too many of them. For one, it has more attributes than it was able to administer. It turns between droning exposition, bone-crunching action, too many flashbacks, and brief instants of fiction and feeling. And its steadfast demand on trumpeting itself as a organize of R-rated hyperviolent autism advocacy is uncharted cinematic country, to say the least.

Its actually more like The Bourne Identity satisfies A Beautiful Mind so much so that Affleck even gets to furrow his countenance and converge real hard through a montage scribbling fleshes on the windows and openings of an office, just like John Nash. Tragically, the last circumstance the already flat Affleck requires is to play a humorless boulder of a character who struggles to communicate and read psychological clues. You can see Affleck patently trying to give his high-functioning hero a sense of legitimacy, but it predominantly happens off as unintentionally wooden where reference is not applying his laser focus on humbling his adversaries to demise. Afflecks an actor best suited to more outwardly emotional douchebag personas that tap into his innate bro-iness. But his painfully penalty Wolff speaks in a stilted soft-spoken silence, and gulps methodically at his hands before doing anythingwhether its dining dinner or performing an scrutiny. But Affleck fights to transmit how viscerally discomfited the person is by most social locations and how longingly he would love to feel the human rights communications that evade him. Its not a good look for him since he manages to muster simply a few variances on the same stoic gape through two hours and change onscreen.

And hitherto the times he actually does stumble a self-aware flute, the strangest studio movie of the yearinclusive felony thriller, advocacy actioner, the only movie youll ever should be noted that big-ups both 19 th -century German mathematician Carl Gauss and Dogs Playing Poker with equal reverencebegs even more of Afflecks autistic war hero. I did not expect to miss his awkward person shtick on screen when he wasnt on it, but that very unlikely occasion happened during one heinously wearisome situation of third-act explanation. OConnors niftiest ruse is that he manages to pull The Accountant back from the verge at least long enough to make a speciman for meeting more of Afflecks Accountant in future sequels. He contacts his full capacity while scrapping his acces through a climactic panorama set inside a sprawling indulgence dwelling under siege, acquiring psychological catharsis in the middle of a gunfight. Jason Bourne might have been able to do that, very, but could he likewise get you fund back on your tax return?

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