#(3 years on the road since i got my license)

[tojipie]

welcome home <3

he’s unboxed ! who cheered. by far one of my most requested fics of all time. started this series 6 months ago and it remains one of my favs :,) this is by no means the end though ! i haven’t been writing any of the additions to this series in “order” and i am still 100% open to writing about his life inside/after prison lol. thank u to all the lovely ppl that have been showing love to these since april mwah mwah mwah mwah

as always, prison bf toji series linked here <3

content: (incarceration, fem reader, fluff, hurt/comfort, p in v smut, pining, road head, swallowing, creampie, dirty talk, multiple rounds)

“just step through here and—yep,” the guard waves his security want across your outstretched arms, clearing you to take your belongings from the conveyor belt.

you’d done this dance a hundred times over the past seven years, driving up to the district penitentiary twice a week to see your boyfriend—now fiancé.

toji told you he didn’t have it in him to wait, popping the question during a conjugal visit a month ago. 

the man had known he’d wanted to marry you even before he got locked up. the feeling was mutual, but unspoken, always hanging in the air between the two of you.

you on the other hand had known you wanted to marry toji the moment he whispered his first “i love you,” said to you through the crackly speaker of a burner phone on a night when neither of you knew if he’d be coming home or not.

you make a beeline for the release wing, breaking into a subtle jog without drawing too much attention to yourself. the bouquet of green flowers you’d bought at the grocery store jostles in your purse, leaving a breadcrumb trail of stray petals.

there, around a bend and down the corridor stands the man of your dreams, flanked by officers and personnel at the front desk. 

metal cuffs clack together as the man reaches to accept a clipboard from the release agent, skillfully uncapping the pen with his teeth to fill out the means for his freedom.

he looks up a split second before you speak, dropping the clipboard with an audible clatter. toji tears down the corridor with a look that speaks of relief beyond words.

“toji!” you yell, sprinting to the inmate with outstretched arms. you nearly trip over your own feet with how quick you barrel towards him.

warm bodies clash together at last, squeezing, cradling, and caressing every inch of each other at last. his law enforcement entourage watches from afar, some smiling, others annoyed.

you’re lifted clean off the ground as strong, tattooed arms slip over your head and around your body. thick fingers work their way into your hair, cradling your head to his shoulder. 

actions speak louder than words, you know that much from how quickly he buckles, dropping to his knees with your body still wrapped around his. 

toji smells different every time you come to visit. there were days when the tang of blood stuck to his skin no matter how hard he scrubbed, a telling sign of his short temper. 

other days he’d smell like the earth, soil from the rec field permeating his already brown garments after his morning run.

once in a while, you’d catch hints of industrial paint and car exhaust, a smell built up from hours of making license plates for pocket change from the state. “pennies,” he’d tell you, “that’s all we fucking get in here.”

today, toji smells like himself. like the man you fell in love with 7 years ago in the passenger seat of a BMW, gazing into green eyes while gentle hands brushed the hair from your face. 

you almost think he’s laughing until warm tears trickle through the porous fabric of your shirt. 

strong shoulders quiver as quiet sobs rack his body, you rub his back in small circles, unable to pull away with how tight he’s holding you against his chest.

“i love you,” the inmate whimpers, wiping hot tears with his sleeve. he pulls back to press your lips together, mumbling nonsense in between kisses.

“pretty girl—m’ sorry— missed you,” his hands shake as they curl into the fabric at your waist.

you’d seen him cry exactly twice in his life. the first being the night he’d opened up to you in full for the first time, quietly relaying stories of neglect and abuse from his childhood while you kissed tears from his cheeks.

the second was well, the day he went away.

to see him break down like this so openly was devastating. he hated being emotional, told you it was humiliating. you’re sure he felt more than vulnerable, the leader of the city’s biggest drug ring, crumpled on the floor of a prison hallway 

“it’s okay baby,” you tell him, still rubbing circles into his skin.

to touch him like this, at last, was unlike anything the two of you had been allowed to experience for the past 7 years. this wasn’t your two legally allowed hugs at the beginning and end of your visits, or a quick fuck in a storage closet.

this was love. to hold and be held in front of law enforcement personnel without threat of being reprimanded. this was the first time you had been allowed to feel him under the tips of your fingers with an audience, publicly declaring your claim on each other without fear. 

you never blamed toji for what had happened, as angry as you were that first year. he blamed himself enough for the both of you really. 

you’d come to learn over the years that it had already been too late for him to get out of his line of work way before you’d found each other, a cycle he couldn’t break.

prison was always a possibility, inevitable even. that’s just how it was.

you slowly gather your purse off the ground, cellophane-wrapped flowers coming into view. 

“for me?” he laughs, slightly embarrassed. dark green carnations, just like his eyes. 

“who else?” you tease, watching the distress melt from his face.

you share a look briefly, yours saying you’re safe with me. his saying i know.

the soft clicks of black work boots pull you from your thoughts, a female officer in tow.

“you guys ready to get started?” she asks softly, shooting you a sympathetic look.

toji stands with a chuckle, not letting you respond. silver cuffs dig into the meat of your thighs as you’re carried back to the group.

 ˚ ✧ ───────────

half an hour of paperwork for his freedom. that’s what you give the prison in exchange for his belongings and dignity. 

the waiting room is quiet, sterile air filtering through dated vents. calloused fingers rub over your ankle, legs propped up in his lap.

“feels like a hospital in here,” he mumbles, trying to cut through the silence.

the cuffs are gone, thank god. though you’re more than unhappy with the marks they left on his wrists. toji doesn’t seem to mind, used to almost a decade of this treatment.

the release desk worker slides you two a yellow bag under the glass divider once you finish your task, pointing you in the direction of the bathrooms in case toji wanted to change. 

the inmate—no, ex-inmate you remind yourself— hands you the bag with a disinterested look. 

he doesn’t want to remember, you realize. too scared to wear the suit he had on the day the world took you from him. you quickly trash the old clothes and hold out your shoulder bag to him, fresh clothes neatly folded inside. 

“always prepared huh?” toji smiles, grateful at the gesture. “haven’t changed a bit.”

you wait a couple of minutes outside the single-stall bathroom, physically picking your jaw up off the floor when he emerges.

to say that his old shirt fit would be... egregiously wrong. blasphemous even.

toji’s shirt doesn’t just “not fit”, it’s bursting at the seams as it struggles to accommodate his hulking form, stretching over plains of corded muscle like a rubber band pulled too tight. 

seeing him so often had likely gotten your brain used to the change, preventing you from realizing how fucking big your fiancé had gotten. truly.

the black garment is so tight against his body that it’s practically a second skin. you make note of the way it molds into the dips and curves of his abs, mentally reminding yourself to get him to wear it for you later. 

you suppose the change makes sense. if toji wasn’t with you on a day visit he was always in his cell, sticking to a strict workout regimen to take his mind off things. still, you rack your brain trying to pinpoint how and when such a massive transformation slipped your mind.

a tattooed hand snaps you out of your trance, cradling your cheek.

“you focused?” your fiancé teases, rubbing circles into your jaw with his thumb.

“i think that thing’s gonna explode if you move,” you swat his hand away. 

“would you rather i take it off to be safe?” he asks, jutting a thumb behind him at the waiting room desk.

the workers make no attempt to hide their oggling, faces pressed against the glass barrier separating your party from theirs.

“no— god keep it on,” you mutter, shooting them a nasty look.

“you and your girlfriend ready to go fushiguro?” an officer says, holding the door open for the both of you. toji squats down momentarily to get a grip on your thighs, folding you over his shoulder to carry you fireman style.

“wife,” he corrects, shouldering past the guard and trudging down the corridor with calculated steps.

the coos that ring out from the help desk are humiliating.

waxed tile fades into worn concrete as the two of you pass the threshold into the prison parking lot, your soon-to-be-husband muttering a curt “go fuck yourselves” to the officers who’d wished him good luck on his way out the door.

you’re proud of him for holding his tongue, in a way. knowing toji and his temper there were a hundred more creative and undoubtedly gruesome things he could have said to the personnel who’d kept him locked up for the better half of a decade. 

the world flips right side up again as you’re gently placed on your feet in front of the car. 

toji raises his head to the sky, basking in the warmth of the afternoon sun.

“s’ nice,” he mumbles, reaching to intertwine your hands. “felt the sun during rev time but.. not like this.”

you hum, rubbing your thumb over tattooed knuckles. 

“get ready to experience a lot more sun then,” you giggle. “wanna have a look at the car?” the question is more of a rhetorical one at this point considering he’s already running his hand over the hood with a whistle.

“haven’t seen this baby in a while,” he smiles, internally gushing at your choice to welcome him to the world in the car he used to drive you home the night you met. your fiancé doesn’t have to say thank you, you know how grateful he is from his smile alone.

he falters for a bit, looking like a newborn fawn with how careful his steps are as he circles the vehicle. you figure wearing proper shoes instead of rubber slides must feel at least a little abnormal after 7 long years. 

“alright,” toji states, rolling his shoulders in his too-tight top. “fuck are we waiting for, i wanna go home.”

 ˚ ✧ ───────────

you pay no mind to toji the first time he turns to look at you, opening his mouth to say something before slumping back into his seat with a frustrated sigh.

the fourth time it happens, you speak up.

“what are you doing?” you laugh, eyeing him from the driver's seat

“getting rubbed to death by my fucking zipper,” he mutters, repositioning his lower half to take the pressure off his cock. his frustration isn’t aimed at you in the slightest, all blame placed on his bottoms.

oh.. oh.

the whirlwind of emotions toji had gone through in the past 3 hours alone had taken a toll on his mind and body. but tasting the first morsels of freedom with you, alone in a car that smelled like you? you’d be worried if he wasn’t hard.

you had no problem helping his little problem go away, the question was how soon.

the idea that piques on you is absolutely shameful, you’re not even sure where it came from but you don’t have it in you to care. 

you know this road, you’ve used it a thousand times to make the trip up to the penitentiary. judging by how long you’d been driving you’d say there was about 10 minutes left before ruler-straight tar merged into the twists and turns of the suburbs.

“when did your license expire?” you ask, cautiously peering in the rearview mirror. good, no cars.

“3 years ago,” he laughs, “why?”

fuck it, you think.

“you still remember how to steer?” 

“course i d— oh.”

it finally dawns on him. you smile, shooting him a look that says “want to?”

you’re sure you have your answer judging by how quick he shucks his jeans and boxers down, freeing his cock from its confines.

“oh fuck,” he groans, struggling to keep his eyes open as your mouth presses against his base. 

your fiancé steers while your head bobs just beneath the dash, one hand on the wheel and the other placed firmly at the crown of your head, guiding you up and down the shaft.

your throat flexes around the intrusion, fighting the hulking feeling of his length mercilessly fucking into your mouth.

“fuck, perfect girl— my girl,” he shudders, hips moving to buck into your slick throat.

“gonna cum, gonna— shit,”

fingers kissed in dark ink massage your throat softly, urging you to swallow the hot load coating every inch of your mouth. you flutter around his length, pulling back to clean him off with your tongue.

“fucks gotten into you, pretty girl?” he whispers, so out of breath you barely hear him. 

 ˚ ✧ ───────────

you barely make it up the steps of the house before you’re shoved against the door, tattooed hands groping up and down your body with fervor.

“keys,” he says against your lips, “keys—fuck, now,” his voice is hoarser this time, desperation clear.

you whip around to jam the item into the lock, not unaware of the rock-hard dick grinding into your jean-clad ass from behind.

you’re being carried to the couch before you even step off the doormat, a stray throw blanket cushioning your fall as you’re pressed into squeaky leather. 

“won’t be gentle,” toji groans, ripping your jeans and panties down in one fluid motion.” can’t right now.”

“don’t be.” you say, rucking his shirt off his body surprisingly quick. “wouldn’t want you to.”

you needed him, needed toji to have his way with you. to christen your home round after round until you couldn’t feel where his body and yours ended.

when it came down to it, you suppose 

he smiles at the crude admission, rubbing the head of his cock up and down your drenched folds.

“filthy,” he mutters, said almost lovingly. toji grips his base and sinks to the hilt with a sharp groan, shuddering at the heat of your walls.

the stretch is delicious, filling you from every angle and pressing right against that special spot. you’re surprised at how easily he slams in, though you’re embarrassed to admit it was entirely because of how soaked you were. 

toji immediately pulls back with a flick of his hips, pistoning into you like his life depends on it. 

he hasn’t changed, you think. still so incredibly in tune with your body, skills that would put a pornstar to shame.

this was better than some quick closeted fuck under the cover of night after slipping a guard a rubber band of cash. this was primal, filthy. two bodies writhing against each other, the only goal being complete and utter pleasure. 

toji makes no effort to shush you like he would if you were sneaking around, basking in your sighs and whines like water from a stream.

“missed this,” he says, licking a long, wet stripe from your sternum to your pulse. “missed you, missed having you every day.”

“you’ll have me forever,” you moan, sucking a purple bruise into the tattooed skin of his throat.

thick fingers thread into your hair to hold you to his neck, silently commanding you to bite down.

and so you do. you bite down hard on the junction of his neck and shoulder, licking over pink teeth marks as his thrusts reach their maximum speed.

the pleasure you feel is blinding. stars explode behind your vision while the curve of his cock hits that heavenly spot in you just right. over, and over, and over.

your climax sneaks up on you before you can think, ripping a wail from the depths of your chest. toji’s thrusts falter to a halt as you lock down on him, pleasantly caught off guard by the vice grip you have around him.

“oh my g— holy shit,” he groans, mouth hanging open. dark brows furrow it to a look of pure pleasure, emerald eyes squeezing tight.

“keep going,” you mumble, scratching rivets down the skin of his back. “just keep fucking me please don’t stop please pl—”

“yeah? keep going?” he teases, groping at the swell of your breast. “greedy huh?”

you did want more, that was the thing. you just came the hardest you ever had in years but you’d be damned if he didn’t keep giving it to you.

brutal thrusts shake the frame of the couch. your bodies meld like they were made for each other, sharing pleasure in the comfort that came with the knowledge that the both of you intended to fuck until you physically couldn’t anymore.

“gonna come,” your fiancé pants, mouthing at the curve of one of your breasts. blunt teeth brush over the bud of your nipple, sending shockwaves down your spine

“inside, fuck—please,” you’re practically shaking.

“inside?” he repeats, the word rolling off his tongue like gold. “you want my seed? huh?” 

you nod, clutching to his naked back as he ruts into you, deeper than ever. strong hands grip the back of your thighs practically folding you in half, opening you up in ways you thought to be impossible.

hot release fills you up for the second time that day, shrouding your lower half in a blanket of warmth.

you sigh, low and satiated at the feeling inside of you, pulling toji to your chest when he collapses on top of you.

“we should probably..” toji trails off, completely out of breath. “should probably head upstairs.” he heaves, chest swelling with deep gulps of air.

“or we could go another round?” you mumble, throwing the question out there. 

“shit, yeah.. probably should right?” he chuckles

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[slut4jeon]

Everybody knows I’m a good girl, officer (jjk)

Officer!Jk x fem reader

Summary: Tiredly calling it a night after attending your workplaces celebration New Year's Eve party. You may have or not ran through a stop sign foolishly thinking no one would have been around to witness it…oh how wrong you were

Warnings: mature (18+), smut, degradation, unprotected sex, Voyeurism, don't read this if this does not interest you!! You have been warned!

I had this prepared early Jan but tumblr didn’t save my writing :(( so I gave up on it lmao. I also really wanted to write smth w tsx jungkook. The police trend w the Lana song gave me inspo for this although the actual trend isn’t in the fic.

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You were calling it a night, exiting the noisy building that is your workplace. There was a currently a party in the building where your coworkers were celebrating the New Year's.

You were tired. The loud music and chatters annoying you. You chose a safer route tonight, sticking to sparkling cider since you were driving yourselves home tonight.

The cold air hitting your bare skin leaving goosebumps over your entire figure as youstep out into the windy area heading towardsyour parked car.

That's the consequence of wanting to look good and presentable for a celebration, you of course always look stunning. It doesn't hurt to get ready. You were currently sporting a black ysl mini along with a deep v neckline and a pair of matching black pumps. The shoes, also annoying by how sore they left your feet.

Black heels clicking onto the floor as you begin entering your car as you drove into the pitch black night. Admiring the way the twinkling city lights look, along with the lit up buildings and lampposts. You got a little too carried away when you were oblivious to the stop sign you foolishly didn't stop and passed by.

Regret lingered in your chest as you panicked over your foolish action. Perhaps you'd be fine as it is the late night and no cars were present, oh how wrong you were.

The sound of a police siren began ringing as the bright red and blue lights gaining up on the tail of your car. You pulled onto the side of the road swiftly and put your car in park. Your trembly hands gripping both hands onto the steering wheels most definitely leaving your palms and knuckles white. That's when you heard 3 knocks on your left side window.

"Shit" you muttered. Feeling a rise of mixed movement in your lower belly as you begin lowering your window. There you met the gaze of a handsome officer.

"Driving late on New Years Day? When everybody's drinking and celebrating tonight. License and registration." He spewed with a hint of sarcasm.

"Yes, of course." Your hand quickly traveled to your glove compartment pulling out the documents. Then, pulled your license from your clutch.

As he inspected you couldn't help but gaze at him. His raven black sleek parted hair showing off a bit of forehead. His black button up dress shirt that was tucked in the matching black jeans, and rolled up from the sleeves stopping before the elbows to show off his meaty arms that were covered in artworks of tattoos.

The stern look he holds as looking at your documents. The burrowed brow and line wrinkles in between the brows. He was attractive, godly attractive.

"Step out the vehicle for me" he said. You did as told

You couldn't help but gaze at him. He was an attractive specimen. But soon you were ripped out of your thoughts.

"Walk along that yellow line"

"Officer I'm not drunk or anything of the sor-" you were interrupted

"You were given instructions. I expect you to follow them." he bluntly said

Obeying his words you stepped foot onto the yellow line. The cold air doing you no justice as you were trembling from it.

What you weren't aware of was how he stared at your ass that was threatening to spill out of the little piece of flimsy material you call a dress.

Turning around, his gaze caught you off guard at how he stared at you as a helpless little fawn about to be hunt down by a hungry wolf.

"I'm gonna pat you down. Step right by the car for me, palms flat onto the vehicle", he demanded.

Swiftly obeying, you got into position. Beginning his pat down inspection from head to toe. His muscular hands roamed over your body. You wondered whether your goosebumps was from the cold wind or his slithering fingers tracing over your open skin.

As he got lower and lower, padding the waist and soon hips he made sure to grope onto your flesh just in case of any dangerous possessions.

You were a whimpering mess, biting into your bottom lip to suppress any noise coming out of your mouth. The attractive officer had an effect on you. Especially when passing your thighs and ankles, rising back to the top his movement slowed as he reached back to your thighs.

You let out suppressed mewls as his fingers inched towards your inner thighs. Your legs were gonna give up at any threatening moment. You questioned whether he caught onto your reaction to his touch.

His fingers were dangerous close to your soaking cunt. You were took aback at his touch you could not longer suppress the noises that urged to come pass your lips. Your heat was aching for his touch.

He took notice to your glistening folds in with your juices threatening to spill out of your wine red lace panties. The officer could no longer resist the temptation of the sweet treat in front of him.

Riding your dress a bit up his face inched closer to your cunt, nose and all. Hooking his fingers onto your panties and pushing them aside, he ate you out from behind. Your knees about to give in as he ate your pussy like a starved man. His tongue lapped over your clit playing with the cute bud left you a whiny mess.

"Please” you voiced out quietly

How cute, the officer thought. His fingers lathered your juices, leaving them coated and dripping. The sudden intrusion of his long fingers intruding into the tight ring of your hole.

With your mouth agape, your mind was left into a frenzy at how good the officer worked his fingers into your soaking cunt.

"Clenching onto my fingers, aren't you a little eager thing?", he said

You looked back to him to see his pretty pouty lips all swollen and tinted from eating you out. Your juices trailing down his chin and neck. He looked too edible.

He sensed you were near as your gummy walls clamped onto his fingers. Quickly pulling them out and robbing you of your release you mewled at the empty feeling.

You were a minx he thought. His cock hardening and imprinting his jeans. The feeling got only tighter as his fingers savored the taste of your pussy juices that coated his index and middle.

He needed more. Turning your body swiftly around the officer face to face with you connected both mouths together. His hands sneaked onto your hips and lower onto your ass making sure to grip the plumpy flesh.

You couldn't help out moan into his mouth as you both were in ecstasy. You needed more.

"Need to fuck that pussy, will you let me pretty thing?", who were you to deny him?

Eagerly nodding your head in confirmation. "Words, pretty", the officer said

"Please fuck me", you said in a desperate manner. That's all it took for him to roughly turn you around and begin grinding his hard length into your ass.

Desperate for friction you pushed out for him, like a bitch in heat. Your dress being a nuisance for him he unzipped you, freeing your bare body to be in display of his hungry eyes.

You wore no bra as the dress had padding, all you were left in was your wine lace panties. His lips traveled from your neck to breasts. Scattering marks as if he were leaving burns.

The way his teeth clamped onto your bud, sucking and pulling. Something about the way you were fully bare at his mercy as he remained fully clothed while he played with your pussy had you rubbing your thighs together.

"Officer please, fuck me!", you could no longer take it.

He smirked at your eagerness. Finding it humorously cute at how much of a cock hungry whore you are.

Your ears perked at the noise of him fumbling with his belt. His cock sprung free fully erect as he began aligning it to your entrance.

"O-oh! Fuck.., officer!", you blabbered incoherently as the intrusion of his length stretched your hole.

"-shit, such a tight little pussy", his pace greedily fastened.

You were a mess. All that was heard in the quiet night was the way he rammed his cock into your pussy. Balls slapping against your clit.

"Such a whore you are, aren't you? You like getting rammed from behind by an officer out in the outdoors?" he said as he continued abusing your cunt.

"Who would've thought a pretty thing like you was such a dirty slut, huh?" Your walls clenched by each word coming out of his filthy mouth.

"yes!yes!yes!", he fucked you deliciously good, your orgasm threatening to approach with his current pace.

You were cock drunk. Barely paying any kind of attention to the fact you were getting rammed out in public. Any person or car could pass by but your mind would only be focused on the way his dick drilled at a relentless speed.

His fingers sinked to your clit, rubbing your bud provoking your body to tremble in ecstasy of how he worked wonders on your body.

"Sir, i-it's too much!"

"You can take it ,baby. Milk my cock, make a mess.”

His words were perfectly on cue. Creaming his cock in your release. Falling limp into his arms. His release wasn't too far off yours. Head leaning into your neck as both of your panted. Silence went on for a few minutes before he helped with re-dressing you.

The officer broke the silence, "So, the names Jungkook. Could we perhaps exchange numbers, I'd like to take you out sometime soon.”

- end

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for calling the cops (twice, kind of) on someone in a car who swerved at me on the side of the road?

(Disclaimer: I hate cops. But I felt extremely threatened and wasn't going to let this go without something happening.)

I am a high school student and have not yet gotten my license, and therefore cannot drive alone. To get to school I ride an electric scooter, it looks a bit stupid as a high schooler but it is the only way possible for me to get to school on time. (I have a class before school in the morning, and both parents have work.) I've been doing this for over three years and have had no problems until recently.

Two or three weeks ago, I was on my way home from school. I noticed a car approaching from behind, and moved to the very edge of the road as I would normally. I was literally in the gutter on the side of the road, nowhere near where cars would be. This car, however, then sped up rapidly and swerved within 2-3 feet of hitting me. Probably not trying to actually hit me, but clearly trying to scare me or something of the sort. The person in the passenger seat was screaming the whole time.

The car sped off (I should mention that the speed limit on this road is 25 mph, and the car was going at least 50-60 mph) and after standing in shock for a moment I followed them home since they apparently lived in my neighborhood. I caught two teenage boys leaving the car, and asked if they had been in that car and had swerved at me on the road. They denied everything and went inside the house.

I went home and after a short while, came back with my father to back me up. Asshole move from me, I know, but he insisted on going in case the boys decided to get violent. I made him wait a short distance back, then rang the doorbell. Waited for a while, no answer. They were clearly still inside; the car was still parked on the road nearby and I hadn't been gone for long.

When they didn't answer, I then went home and called the police. I gave them the license plate number and the guy's address, and they said there had been reports of him speeding and being reckless before. The cops went to the house and yelled at them, and I thought it was over then. I most certainly did not want to press the issue any further, the shock and adrenaline was wearing off at this point and I just wanted to be done.

But several days later, I was sent screenshots of the driver of that car spreading hate about me on Snapchat for getting him in trouble. Now this is kind of difficult to explain, but I am unfortunately somewhat well known for riding an electric scooter to school. But up until this point, people just were aware of my existence. After the Snapchat posts and messages about me were spread, all of that turned into pure hate. Every time I was seen with that stupid scooter, people would scream that they wished I would fall and stuff like that. None of this had happened before, and I was (and am) miserable and scared. I don't feel safe anywhere around school because this is still ongoing.

I also tried to contact him via Instagram messages, to which he did not respond. That was three times that I attempted to contact him: first by following him as he was getting out of the car, second by ringing the doorbell, and third by messaging him.

Two days ago, I got my mom to pull me out of school early because I was feeling like crap after some particularly bad harassment in the morning. In the office as I was asking to sign out, I started crying in front of the school police officer, and she asked for the full story. I told her about the online posts and the catcalling and harassment I dealt with every day, and she took it very seriously. I didn't want her to do anything really, but she did anyway (I'm not upset about this honestly, it was probably a good thing). She said that the patrol officers usually didn't do much about stuff like this, but she could and would do a lot more.

She pulled the guy out of his class after I had left to go home, and in her words "put the fear of God in that kid"; telling him he should have lost his license and that since he was 18 he could face real consequences and go to jail for stuff like this. He has been told that he has to stay at least three feet away from me at all times.

Since then, he hasn't said anything to me in person, and hasn't posted anything publicly online. I still don't feel safe at school or anywhere in the area, but I've been taking an alternate route to try to avoid being seen and yelled at as much.

Am I the asshole? I honestly think we both might be, but I do feel somewhat justified by the fact that he at least got some sort of consequence for threatening my life like that and causing that level of problem.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[prkwook]

MUSE 🎨 shen ricky

☆ pairing: artist bf!ricky x gn!reader

☆ genre: fluff

☆ wc: ~ 0.9k

☆ summary: ricky finds a muse in a stranger that would eventually become his one true love

☆ warnings: use of petnames (love, babe, hot stuff), y/n is called beautiful by ricky

☆ note: based on a req i got recently asking for artist ricky & of course i had to bc who doesn't love artist ricky?

"the gracious muse who tuned my soul to pure harmonies, i became fond of her, and, as it often seemed to me, she of me." - ludwig van beethoven

Being a musician, you always heard talk about having a muse but you never expected to be someone’s. You certainly had found your own in your longtime boyfriend, Ricky. When you love someone as much as you loved him, creating art with them in mind becomes second-nature. Little did you know that he felt the same way about you long before you met.

“Hey y/n, do you mind if we stop by my studio on the way home? I forgot my paint brushes there this afternoon and I need them for class tomorrow. It’ll be quick, I promise.” your blond-haired boyfriend says to you as he helps you get your coat on.

“Yeah, of course!” you respond with a smile. You secretly love going to his art studio. You’ve always loved seeing his art, seeing the things he can create with just a pencil, some paint and paintbrush. In the past 3 years you’ve been together, his talent has never ceased to amaze you.

“Thank you, y/n.” he says, giving you a kiss on the forehead. The familiar feeling of butterflies creeps up and makes you blush. In order to distract him from your rosy cheeks, you take hold of his hand and lead him out of the Thai restaurant you were regulars at. 

As always, he walks over with you to the driver side of the car he bought you for your first anniversary and opens the door for you. In an effort to make you laugh, he pretends to climb into the driver seat. He pats the covered passenger seat and without missing a beat, he says “Hop in, hot stuff, let me take you for a ride.” in the most Chad voice ever, finishing off the bit with a wink. You laugh and give him a small slap to the arm. Mission = success! 

Still laughing, you respond with “Okay Max Verstappen… you and what license?” As he climbs out of the car, he says something along the lines of “fair” and then offers you his hand to help you into the seat he had just occupied. Once he’s seated in his passenger princess throne, he queues up your go-to playlist and buckles up. You don’t need any directions since you know the route by heart. You can’t even count how many times you’ve driven these roads, bringing pick-up to his studio so you can keep him company on those inevitable late nights. 

You park in your usual spot and hop out. Just like the gentleman he is, Ricky is already at your side, ready to offer a hand for you to take and as always, you take it and walk with him into the studio. Once you walk in, Ricky departs to go find his missing items with a “I’ll be right back, love.” and you’re left by yourself and his art. Looking around, a sketchbook laying open on his desk catches your eye. At first, you don’t want to look but curiosity gets the best of you and you sneak a glance. It’s a sketch of you sitting on stage with your cello, deeply immersed in the piece you were playing but somehow you still look completely at peace.

You remember that day like it was yesterday. It was the spring talent show and your high school orchestra teacher had signed you up without you knowing. You found out a day after the deadline to drop out, so you were stuck doing it. The day of, your stage fright was so bad that you almost considered just not showing up, but something in the back of your mind told you that you had to go and so you did. When it was your turn, you walked nervously out onto stage with your cello in one hand and your sheet music in the other. Once seated, you looked out into the audience and made eye contact with a red-haired boy. He smiled at you and nodded, as if queuing you up to start. During the song, you would periodically glance over at him and he was always there with a smile and a look of encouragement. That red-haired boy not only turned out to be the boy you now call your boyfriend but also that was the day that you discovered your love for the cello. 

“Hey babe, what is this?” you called out to Ricky, who was now walking back towards you, paintbrushes in hand.

“Oh, this? Nothing, just my old sketchbook from high school. Why?”  

“Look at this. We didn’t even know each other then.” you say with a laugh. 

“I know. I just thought you looked beautiful while playing. And clearly, I like drawing beautiful things.” He gestures to the wall behind him that’s full of sketches and paintings clearly inspired by you. 

“Wait… when did you do this? I’ve never seen this before.”

“It was kind of supposed to be a surprise for your birthday but I forgot so … Surprise!” He sheepishly grins and attempts to do jazz hands.

All you can do is laugh and pull him in. You give him a kiss and look him in the eyes. 

“Thank you, sweet boy. It’s beautiful.”

You realize in this moment that you would give anything to be able to be his muse in every life.

#prkwook #zb1 ricky #shen quanrui #ricky x reader #shen ricky #zerobaseone imagines #zb1 fluff #zb1 x reader #zerobaseone fluff #zerobaseone x reader #ricky imagines #ricky fluff #zb1 #zb1 imagines #zb1 scenarios

[female-malice]

Women's freedom of movement and freedom to cycle have been at the heart of feminism for 130 years

And men know this. And that is why they harass female cyclists. They want to intimidate us and keep us from claiming our freedom through cycling.

The most recent counts by the City of Portland estimate that only three out of every 10 bicycle riders are women and the gender split hasn’t budged since counting started in 2006. In east Portland, the City tabulated just 17% of all bike riders as women. As we ponder the reasons for this disparity, a survey has revealed one factor that’s causing it: the high rate of demeaning interactions and aggressive behaviors some women experience while riding.

A survey conducted in February by nonprofit BikeLoud PDX asked women to describe the worst or most common incident of abuse they’ve experienced while cycling. A shocking 311 out of the 329 women who answered that question reported some level of traumatic incident. The woman who led the survey project, Cathy Tuttle, analyzed the results and found that 229 respondents experienced a Level 3 Trauma (swearing, honking, catcalling, rolling coal, etc), 53 experienced a Level 2 Trauma (deliberate close pass, tailgating, menacing, etc), and 29 experienced a Level 1 Trauma (hit and run, throwing projectiles, aggressive stalking, etc) — the most severe category of abuse.

The vast majority of these aggressive behaviors came from people driving cars. Respondents said 88% of the aggressors were in cars, 7% were identified as homeless people and 5% were other bike riders.

In a summary of the survey results made public Monday, Tuttle shared several examples of the responses. I’ve pasted a few of them below:

A man screaming “get the f*ck off the road” repeatedly while I was cycling on a low traffic route downtown, revving their engine constantly and pulling up too close behind me. I finally got off the road, shaking and crying and called 911. The dispatcher told me there was “nothing we can do, it’s not illegal.” She didn’t want me to report the behavior, even though I had the license plate.

I had a driver stop to tell me that I needed a rear bike light so they could see me. I didn’t respond so the continued to verbally harass me. When the light changed they followed me and kept trying to yell at me. Eventually I came to park and biked into it so they couldn’t follow me. I was scared to bike for a while after that.

A woman yelling out her (passenger) side window “hit the bitch” after I pointed to the stop sign that they were rolling through when I had right of way.

Tuttle also included a longer response from someone who took the survey that is worth reading (edited slightly for brevity):

After he physically threatened me with his car, and after honking, I was told by a man, “I’m going to kill you the next time I see you” while I was biking — legally — on a typically busy (but not at all busy right then) 3 or 4-lane one-way road that has no cycling-specific infrastructure and doesn’t see much bike traffic, but which was at the time a crucial connector that I needed to be on to get across a freeway without going extremely far out of my way…

He didn’t yell it. He said it slowly, deliberately. I’ll never forget it. It wasn’t inflamed reactive rage; it was a slow, methodical, simmering threat. He looked right at me. I can still hear it many years later: I’m going to kill you. I’ve had men in SUVs and trucks deliberately swerve into me, almost, but not quite, hitting me more times than I can count. This is a cross-Oregon problem, in urban, suburban, ex-urban, and rural areas, all of which I’ve biked in extensively. I’ve been called a dumb c—, a stupid b—-, and other misogynist slurs, again, more times than I can count. I’ve also been treated to yelling misogyny from male street joggers, who run in the street against traffic all the way to the side of the road, right where cyclists typically are… This is weirdly common in Portland, and they are often very rhetorically and even physically aggressive. I’ve also been in collisions with street joggers, and their dogs, and I, the cyclist, have always been the more injured person, so it’s a real problem actually. I’ve encountered groups of 3 men jogging with 2 or 3 huge dogs who are taking up literally the entire street and are very aggressive when confronted with a cyclist — me, one woman — trying to get to work. Once I was biking to work in Portland with a male cyclist who was behind me, and a truck deliberately swerved into me at a high rate of speed to threaten me or worse, and the man who was biking behind me chased the driver down and yelled at him because he saw it all happen in a way I did not have the vantage to and he was pissed. The truck driver was likely annoyed by my male companion, who he encountered first, but didn’t do anything. Then when he encountered me, he became enraged and deliberately tried to intimidate me by swerving into me. If anything had “gone wrong,” I’d probably be dead now, due to the speed of the driver. Still have a pretty visceral reaction to light blue Leer-brand pick-up truck toppers to this day because of this decades-ago incident. None of these described incidents are rare, aberrant, unusual, or even, really, worthy of note anymore, but they’re the specific ones that come immediately to mind with no thought at all, but that are representative of a whole problem. They happen ALL THE TIME, for seemingly no reason often. The misogyny comes out almost immediately, reflexively. I feel that if a female cyclist doesn’t preemptively display deference to motorists — of any sex, but especially male — they will be targeted, and if we’re assertive, then all the more so. But cyclists need to be assertive to be safe. Male cyclists too often seem like they’re not our allies (aside form the aforementioned male cyclist — this was actually a rare instance in my experience). The dismissive ‘male glance’ is real, on the bike as in all of life. I can distinctly recall men realizing another cyclist (me, almost 50) is behind them, at a red light or whatever, and looking back, only to discover a woman who is older than he is, on a not-interesting-to-him bike, with no interesting blingy gear on it, and have him turn away, barely able to acknowledge I was there at all. What was he expecting to see? A sexualizable object young enough to be worthy of his attention? Men are far more sexist than they can admit. As many jobs become more gender-integrated, men find new ways to assert their male supremacy. There seems to me to be a distinct strain of “biking everywhere with no infrastructure makes me a man” in the Portland bike ecosystem and it’s detrimental to a lot of folks, not just adult women. We live in a deeply sexist society and misogynist backlash to feminist gains is observantly real across both dominant culture and most if not all subcultures. Women already experience this whether they have the interpretive lens to see it or not. Many women I know just don’t want to be extra-burdened by the physical and emotional danger of biking routinely for transportation, because they’re already burdened enough in a way men just aren’t.

The responses to this survey give us all a lot to think about and should add urgency to create a better cycling environment in Portland.

Tuttle based her survey on one conducted by the Women’s Freedom campaign in London. She said after hearing similar responses to their survey, bike advocates in London built an entire campaign around it with rides, petitions, letters to city council, etc.

What should Portland do to address this problem?

— Read the survey summary here.

#cc

[ellecdc]

hiii!! i’m recently getting the courage to start learning how to drive and i’ve gotten a lot of rude comments because since i’m almost 18 and i "should’ve learned how to drive when you were 16!"

do you have any advice..? i’m just super nervous for the actual driving on the road part because not only do people in my town drive so recklessly, but i have hardly anyone willing to answer any questions have because they always end up staying "that’s why you should’ve started driving sooner!! haha!!"

you or anyone can share some tips and tricks!! i’m probably being a big baby about this and it’s not really that bad, but my anxiety is SOOO high with just the thought of driving on the road lol

ok first of all, literally fuck anyone who says you need to have done xyz by ____ point in your life. there's literally not a timeline on this shit; time is made up and there's no expiry date on when you can learn new things/start again.

secondly, my older sister didn't learn to drive until she was I think 30? And my best friend's boyfriend is a year older than me and only got his license like two years ago? You're fine babes keep vibing.

Unfortunately, driving is one of those things that the only thing that can make you feel more confident is practice; not the answer you want to hear when you're first learning to I apologize.

When I taught my nephew how to drive, I took him to church parking lots in the middle of the night. The larger parking lots had stop signs and turns etc! and when I was learning how to drive, my cousin took me to a large business complex lot where there were multiple parking lots connected by round-a-bouts and had stop signs and hills (I was learning on a stick shift so it was important I learned how to deal with hills lol). So it felt like I was on a road but there were no other cars around and I could build up my confidence. Try not to worry about the cars around you so much (they can go around you), and focus on what you're doing.

my other friend (bless her heart) failed her written test I think seven times?? and is still driving to this day so be patient with yourself.

best of luck!!! you've got this <3

#ask elle

[t-wanderer]

Tagged by @amethystandwine to answer 15 questions for 15 mutuals.

1. Are you named after anyone?

My name is a pun based on a character from a book series, Chronicles of Prydain by Lloyd Alexander.

2. Do you have any kids?

No kids, only student loans. Both would be ridiculous.

3. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

See previous answer. haha.

4. When was the last time you cried?

Went through a break up recently. Before that, watching the Tennant run of Dr. Who.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

How aware they are, how much they pick up on details. Some people are present, some are on autopilot. I always want to know if a person is here before I interact with them.

6. Eye color?

Brown.

7. What sports do you/have you played?

Did dive team in high school. A little martial arts, but it's been a while. Used to be an avid cyclist, doing 60k runs for charity. But that was before I got my driver's license. I started driving later in life, because I knew I wouldn't ride my bike any more once I could drive. Literally haven't ridden since.

8. Any special talent?

Incredible memory makes it easier for me to seem smarter than I am. Fabulously long and healthy nails. Puns.

9. Where were you born?

Exit 6 off route 66. Seriously.

10. Scary movies or happy endings?

Both? Both.

11. Do you have any pets?

I have a ghost cat named Nimrod. Which is to say, I don't have a cat. But people often trip over a cat in the night at my home, and something keeps knocking stuff off of shelves. So, ghost cat. If you don't believe me, I challenge you to find any ghost mice in my home.

12. How tall are you?

5'11" or 6'0" depending on current level of depression.

13. What are your hobbies?

Fuck. Okay. Writing, video games, ttrpgs, collecting collections of things, research, learning to swear in different languages (I'm up to 31 languages), being extremely online, reading and growing my library, collage, theatre and playwriting, programming, tarot reading, astrology, chaos magic, road trips, urban exploration, hiking, philosophy, arguing philosophy, synchronicity, psychedelics, lucid dreaming, getting lost on purpose, cooking, board games, magic: the gathering, stealing road signs for my bathroom, buiding sculptures out of garbage, creepypastas, fanfic, I ching, anarchist politics, artistic vandalism, making zines, world building, making clothing, vulture culture and taxidermy, hacking my own brain.

14. Favorite subject in school?

Philosophy.

15. Dream job?

I just want to own a little place in the middle of nowhere, maybe with a little land. I want to spend half the year traveling with my theatre, promoting my art and visiting friends, and the other half an absolute hermit making art and writing. I want to get to that point and just do that until I die.

Tagging:

@w4nderingdreamer @enochtopus @surestart @tresstellas @amanandhisdroiid @incognicat

Probably some other people I'm forgetting.

[nrcnewspaperclub]

🚗and 💯!! For all of them <3

list found here

🚗 CAR — does your oc have a driver's license? can they drive/operate any automobiles/machinery besides cars?

Caelum (🪶) - “I have a license. Staying in a car for over 30 minutes is somewhat terrifying for me, so I try to avoid it.”

Nerei (🪸) - “I can, legally, operate motorcycles but not cars. Plus, I don’t really need one since I’m from the Coral Sea.”

René (🪞) - “Briar Valley doesn’t have many car-safe roads, so I never got one.”

💯 HUNDRED POINTS SYMBOL — share three random facts about your oc that others may not know.

Caelum (🪶) - “I have a fear of deep water, I accidentally drank alcohol a total of 5 times during my early childhood, and I know how to dye hair.”

Nerei (🪸) - “I can ballroom dance. I have a scar running across my right side. I shock people a little too often because of how easily I store up static electricity.”

René (🪞) - “My dad used to be part of Briar Valley’s army roughly 400 years ago. I know how to sword fight. I have cussed out people in ancient forms of Briar Valley dialects and I will do it again.”

#interview the mods #//lore drop// #nrc newspaper club #nrc #twst #unreality

[ddoxhan]

starry sky

especially missing you tonight

word count : 1.5k

genre : angst, tragic; two where fate separated their friendship

t/w : death

a/n : wrote this ages ago and not edited, I wanted to keep this the way I wrote despite it being (very) slightly different from my current writing style :3 enjoy !!

it's been a while since I came back. two years? longer than I thought would take for things to settle when I moved out of town for college. exactly how long I've not seen you. skipped the new year's once and my mom dragged me back the next. I wanted to reason out with her but well things came to this point. a shade of magenta engulfed the late evening clouds as I looked above my head.

"dinner's ready!"

that was my call to help out with the dinner setting. I looked forward to finishing it as I barely got alone time ever since the start of the holidays. the night was all for myself and I wasn't going to let it all to a waste.

                                                       ☆═━┈┈━═☆

"I'll be back by 11. don't worry."

a drive around the neighborhood brought back some buried memories and filled my consciousness with them. a short tour around would have definitely needed something delicious to start off with. and of course it would be the old lady's food store by the road. we always went over after a long day of school and she still remembers our usual orders. her rice cakes still taste like the ones we had and that somehow brought me back to those times.

when she asked about you, all I could say was 'oh, she's doing fine. a little busy with work.' I do hope you are. don't crush my hopes. remember when we said we would get our driving license together when our 20th spring comes? well, I guess I got mine earlier than you did. I would say I've got some skills nailed down after getting my own car.

as if I have drove in the neighbourhood for years, my feet took me to the river where we used to hang out during the weekends. you would always drag me out of my room to come here. like, nothing interesting here if you ask me. but it holds some very precious moments of you for me. I taught you how to ride a bicycle since you technically rented one and forced me to teach you. that was the very first time you successfully rode a two-wheeler without falling miserably.

it seems that the owner of the convenience store inherited it to his son. I still remember how he stared at you the whole time we were choosing what to eat. and again, he asked for you. the same reason rolled off my tongue like it was an automated response. getting ice-cream, I took my leave from the store to get a nice seat by the river. we used to take the one under the big tree so we don't get sunburned as bad as that time we went to the city amusement park.

the purple hue still remained faintly in the sky as it slowly got darker. you used to make wishes at weird things like the clock striking 11:11, when breaking wooden chopsticks perfectly in half and even when you just come across a coin. you were one hopeful kid and I was the total opposite. guess they were right when they said opposites attract. and as time went by, that didn't seem to be the case.

no matter how close we used to be, you had moved out of town and I too had moved for my studies. first few months went by as usual, calls and texts were everyday. first year came and things died a little. you and I met new people in new environments and maybe I missed your presence. I needed that warmth and I projected that feeling on my new acquaintances to feel safe.

but it just didn't feel right. numerous people came and went yet none could fill that empty spot. a normal day with nothing out of the blue came by but I gathered the courage to contact you after so long.

'the number you have dialed is unavailable.'

you changed your number. even your parents didn't pick up and seems that they changed theirs too. I was alone that night in my room, with my roommate out. it was summer but the loneliness just felt so chilly, I had to slip into a sweatshirt. that was our story.

the ice cream had almost melted entirely as I returned from my daydream. thank god I had bought a paper plate in case it dripped onto my clothes. the way you used to. spending most of my time with you then, made me pick up your habits. the way you talk, the way you think.

one drop. two drops. another one. the emotional rollercoaster I had been on this whole time finally came to a stop and I can't process my feelings. anger? resentment? regret? sorrow? or was it all at once? I had only found out when my mom called me as I finished my last class for the day. you were gone. she said it was cancer. the reason you moved out was because you needed to receive treatment in the city for the equipment.

her words hit me like a meteorite had just crashed on me. why couldn't you tell me? were you worried that I couldn't accept? well, it would have been better if I had faced it earlier. instead of making me feel all the guilt I could ever feel. I could've been there with you, to fight against the pain, and be someone you could lean on.

taking out the poorly folded paper I had always carried with me, I was again brought back to the times we had no worries. just a bunch of dorks having so much fun, and the world seemed to be so colorful. just like today. unlike every other day, it was as if your words and writing just engulfed me with a warm blanket, blocking out the chilly wind of the night.

jimin, please don't cry too much when you read this. I know it was very selfish of me to not let you know about my condition but I figured, I didn't want to let myself be a burden of yours. I didn't want you to see me die and fade more as each day passed. I didn’t want the memories of our time to end with you crying beside my hospital bed.

if the last time I’ve seen you is the time you waved at me with that smile of yours, my wish has been fulfilled. even if it means pushing you away. as much as I want to see the last moment of you in my memory to be happy, I want you to as well as of the memory of me. my last wish before I leave is for you to come back to our hometown and fulfill what I’ve written above. not to mention, please, jimin. please, don’t cry. when you come back, I will always be here so smile for me. 

jimin-ah, please live to your fullest, for me, for aunty and uncle, for yourself. this would never be a farewell letter. I would never leave your side. forever. you know right? I love you.

no matter how many times I’ve read this, tears would emerge and roll down my cheeks. what would it take to go back and retake my decisions? I would've had no regrets if I’ve tried my best. but I knew I didn’t. that is why it hurts even more than it could ever. I knew I could have done more, tried more, asked more. instead of sitting like an idiot in my room, contemplating on whether to have bought that bus ticket to the city. 

placing the letter back into my phone case, I cried my heart out even if you had asked me to smile when I came back.

‘I miss you’

can’t even fill a hundredth of the feeling. words had became a limit to express my longing to see you again, to hold you again, to have you by my side again. to see that fat smile you would always have on your face whenever I cracked a joke. 

when I had finally composed myself, it had already turned dark. the street lights were the only things keeping darkness at bay. standing up from the bench I had occupied for the past hour, a butterfly found its way to my hand.

"I know. you never left my side. you know I can feel you right?"

"aeri, don’t worry. I’ve grown to be strong, just that you are my weak spot. keeping a smile on wouldn’t be a problem but when it comes to you, it turns bitter. please, stay happy, after all the pain you have gone through. I believe that you are, so I would be also."

the butterfly fluttered several times before taking its departure again. I looked at it with watery eyes from earlier, before blinking them away as I made my way to the car.

"jimin-ah, you know I love you right?"

I turned around, confused and shocked at the sudden voice by my side. I feel my lips curling into a welcoming and friendly smile. I knew it was aeri, no doubt that it was her.

"I do, aeri. I love you so much I want to go and see you instantly but your wish was for me to go on so I’ll do that."

"one day, I’ll be able to see you again, hug you, to let you know. that I’ve been waiting for this my whole life."

#karina #giselle #yu jimin #uchinaga aeri #aespa #aespa angst #aespa imagines #aespa scenarios #kariselle #Spotify

[yn18]

pairs: Robin Buckley x fem!reader, Steve Harrington x Nancy wheeler

warnings: none that i can think of.

Hi im Y/n harrington . I'm Steve Harringtons sister and this is how i met my girlfriend Robin.

lovebirds💘

" remind me again why you're here?" Our mom sent me to hawkins with him since she said we needed more time together "i hate it too trust me there are many ways i would rather spend my summer but i can't go against mom or she will send me to camp hawks and although your bad, bugs and creepy woods are NOT my thing" camp hawks is hawkins town camp they have it every year and it sucks there are creepy boys, creepy woods, and so many bugs. "you couldn't have went with dad?" "No! he is worse i would have to fly with him to Arizona and god knows i hate heights." i fell off a swing while i was swinging really high when i was 12 and broke my arm and i have been terrified ever since of heights. he hits the radio and plays his music as i'm writing to my friends back in my hometown "are we close to a store yet i have to use the bathroom" we have been on the road for hours and i'm impatient "Gosh! yes get out all ready" he says pulling into a gas station "Finally!" i get out and use the bathroom. on the way back i see some snacks and buy a few. I got to the car and he questions why i got so many snacks "well we have been driving for 3 hours and it's still 4 hours away, i'm hungry man!"

Time skip

once we got to the hotel we went to our different rooms and got ready for bed. i went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and low and behold Steve made his way in there for his 12 hour hair routine. "Steve! let me brush my teeth first i have to go to bed so i can wake up early and get the hotel breakfast!" "to bad my hair is tired from the drive and needs some alone time in the shower, you should have thought about the breakfast before you sat on the phone for 20 minutes with Olivia" he always hogs the bathroom for his hair and i'm so close to shaving it off in his sleep. "come on Steve ill save you some pancakes and muffins! and maybe even get you some new hair gel from the store across the street?" i hear the door unlock and he loudly asks before opening the door fully "And a hair mask?" "yes and a hair mask." i smile and push him out of the way with my toothbrush in hand. he is so easy to bribe with hair products when we were seven i got him to swear at our mom in return for hair gel lets say he got the hair gel and a little something else. i got in bed and put on a slow Christmas song even though it's August It doesn't mean I can't listen to classics. I woke up and of course Steve was still knocked out i went out and got all the stuff i promised and then went to the bus stop, i was going to visit our grandpa in the next town over and since Steve is asleep and i don't have a drivers license or a car although i wouldn't mind using Steve's i didn't even know where he put his keys. once i was back i heard the shower running and assumed Steve was using his new products on his close to perfect hair that i sadly didn't shave off, yet. i walked over to the phone and pulled up a chair and called my BFF aka Olivia and we talked for like 40 minutes and when we got done Steve was out of the shower so i walked into the bathroom and got ready myself i put on some jeans a black long sleeve shirt with a short sleeve white button down shirt over top i put on a black bucket hat and went out after curling my hair.

breaking the 4th wall real quick to tell you this is my first story! i will be posting / updated every weekend and maybe if i have time during the week. i hope you enjoyed and sorry for the random cut off ill be taking requests so feel free to ask for anything and i will be working on this for a while since its gonna be pretty long but i hope you enjoy it!

isn't dustybun so cute❤‍🩹

see you soon!

#robin buckley #robin buckley x y/n #dustin henderson #stranger things #steve harrington #fem!reader

[megaboy335]

Anime and Manga Log [06/04/2023]

This week featured the monthly Jump SQ chapters, a brand new Choujin X chapter, and Ron Kamonohashi returning for Part 2. I also got my copy of March Comes in like a Lion Vol.1. I’ve been looking forward to that ever since it was licensed many years ago. A very good week of manga and anime overall. Discussion with spoilers about the following series below the Keep Reading: One Piece 1085 Blue Box 103 Mashle 158 Show-ha Shoten 19 Ron Kamonohashi: Deranged Detective 97 Pokemon Horizons Ep.9 Soaring Sky! Precure Ep. 18

One Piece 1085: One Piece has been going stronger than ever before in recent months. The Straw Hat pirates defeated Kaido in Wano and moved to Egghead. Since then the story has only begun to accelerate at a faster pace. The situation on Egghead is teased to end in a way that will shock the world. Meanwhile, Shanks has taken out Kid, Blackbeard took out Law, Kuma is climbing the Red Line, Garp went to Pirate Island, and now Sabo is finally revealing the second half of the Reverie. The status quo of the world government at beginning to crumble. This week’s chapter expanded on the D lineage in the Nefertari family. Naturally Cobra has learned too much and must die. Poor guy, too smart for his own good. We got a tease to the true form of the elders and even bigger teases to several fundamental story questions. The chapter concludes by showing how Wapol and Vivi ended up together. Oda’s paneling and layouts were oddly clearer than usual this chapter which was refreshing. Sometimes it can be hard to tell what’s going on these days. Its so surreal to essentially be getting a world update intermission in the middle of an arc. Oda is moving all the characters into position for the home stretch of the story. I’m sure the battle for the final Road Poneglyph will be fierce. Hopefully next week we get back to Egghead. I really can’t wait to see what fate befalls our crew. This is the opening act to the sequence of events that will bring the series to its end game scenario. Blue Box 103: This week’s chapter went by in the blink of an eye. It was fast paced as Taiki and Chinatsu rush to meet back at the frozen lake we saw last chapter. The climax starts in Taiki’s POV with him running up to the lake and they both sit down on the frozen lake. Miura used 3 back to back spread pages for the moment. The first spread shows there is nothing between Taiki and Chinatsu any longer. They are isolated in the same space, quite literally without panel boarders, where only the spine crease separates them now. On paper it gives the image of both looking each other in the eye. The second and third spread follows Taiki saying his long awaited confession and the camera zooming out for impact. Its just these two, and his words are the only thing that can be heard. Now the big question is will the confession stick or will something interfere with conveying those words? Knowing the nature of this series I think it will take some time for those words to resonate with Chinatsu. I hope next week starts with the same scene in Chinatsu’s POV. Surely the series can’t be ending soon. At least this is sure to shake the status quo going forward. They might be more self conscious of their living situation. Regardless, good on Taiki for this taking big step forward. Mashle 158:  After what felt like a billion years, the final fight comes to a conclusion. I do enjoy Mashle for the most part. I think Mash’s out of this world solutions to overcome supernatural magic is hiralous, and that was of course on full display in the final fight. But I can’t deny this last arc has been a slog to read. Mash underwent power ups twice which severely slowed the plot. My theory is Komoto was told or decided that the manga shouldn’t end while the anime is airing. Anyhow, the fight comes to a close with the power of friendship. Current friends and former foes unite to help Mash deal the final punch to the villain. It was a great moment that culminates the series theme of Mash not only finding a place in a world of magic, but also be wanted and respected by his peers. I can only imagine there’s a 3-5 chapters left at this point. Its always great when a series closes out on a high note. Show-ha Shoten 19: This series is like Bakuman, but about comedy. It focuses on an aspiring Manzai duo learning the ropes of how to develop and perform a routine. Up to this point we’ve seen various rivals emerge which has shown us that our protagonist duo is the underdog in the upcoming competition. They aren’t bad at Manzai, in fact they have a natural talent at winning the crowd over. The biggest weakness however is their lack experience. They have learned something from each encounter to become better at Manzai. This arc was basically a pre-show to the main event. It established another main antagonist to overcome in the finals. The most important event of the chapter was learning about how to land jokes in relation to peers on the same stage and understanding the flow which comes out of that. This pre-show competition finished in a tie. That’s an expected outcome because losing would be demoralizing at this stage and the win should obviously be saved for the main event. This shows how main duo is on par at the bare minimum with the supposed best in their age bracket. Its going to be exciting to see how the finals unfold. While its possible the upcoming competition is the final arc (and Obata tends to not work on long series) I hope the series will continue for some time afterwards. Obata’s artwork is always a real treat. The loose linework gives the characters a lot of fun expressions. It seriously helps to add personality to the Manzai scenes and makes them easier to follow. Ron Kamonohashi: Deranged Detective 97: After taking a short break, Ron Kamonohashi returns to begin part 2. We left off with the defeat of Milo Moriarty on the cruise ship. He wanted to push Ron past his breaking point by forcing him to embrace his lineage and kill someone. However, thanks to the bond of friendship forged with Toto throughout the series, Ron was able to overcome his inner instinct. Milo ultimately sank into the ocean and died.... until actually he washed up on a Moriarty island. I didn’t think for a moment the series was ending. While the cruise ship was the best case to date, it certainly never once came off as the final confirmation. We had barely scratched the surface of the Moriarty family and Milo’s motivations. So begins Part 2 with a setting change to Blue Academy. Ron was finally able to get his graduation diploma, but they wanted him to teach to fill-in for a professor gone missing. Ron of courses passes the buck to Toto. There’s also several classmate characters whom I imagine will be the commentators and friends for this section of the story. I always find it refreshing when this series isn’t in murder case mode. The characters get so much more breathing when their focus isn’t meeting the plot objective of the arc. Nothing much to specifically talk about yet. The new character designs are good as usual from Akira Amano. Hopefully the school setting won’t stick for that long. I don’t think this series is good enough to stay in the same location for long periods of time. I think it would be cool if Ron and Milo had to team up against the threat teased at the end of Part 1 at some point. Pokemon Horizons Ep.9: The gang landed in Paldea and this brings the anime quite close to adapting SV. I was a little surprised when the upcoming episodes revealed they would be going to Paldea since I was under the impression the anime would be doing its own thing. But, I was even more surprised to see a certain name come up in the episode titles. First off, the plot of this episode was Riko getting one last burst of motivation to show that she is committed to the journey ahead. It was silly how she came within a second of figuring out her favorite streamer is on the ship. Dot will most certainly become a trainer down the road as the owner of Quaxly. I also can’t help but wonder why Riko went to school in Kanto (the answer is obviously to keep Ash parallels). Roy didn’t have much to do this week. Now, next week, is the debut of everyone’s favorite Champion Rank trainer Nemona. It looks like Riko might challenge the first gym leader as well.  I’ll be curious to see if Riko plans to face off against the gyms throughout the series. If that’s the case, Horizons will most definitely be running for a full 3 years. Lastly, my current theory about the plot is Riko’s mom encouraged her attend school in Kanto so the pendent could be safe. Then the information was leaked to the villain group, and the mom had to hire a bodyguard group to bring Riko home. The mom probably cares more about the pendent than Riko. Her absence in this episode is very suspicious. A new batch of episode titles should be revealed this week which will be very insightful to what’s ahead. Soaring Sky! Precure 18: After what felt like an eternity, Cure Butterfly is here at last. This is once again a history making cure for the franchise being the first “Adult” cure at 18 years old. This moment is long overdue because Ageha not being a cure has gotten in the way of her participating in the battles and plot arcs. Especially have to sit out the recent multi episode trip to Skyland. The debut episode was honestly fantastic and a pure showcase of what makes Ageha so awesome. Having the transformation and attack scene animated by Yuu Yoshiyama was a pleasant surprise as well. I do have a few nitpicks. I don’t think Toei is brave enough yet to give the adult cure a personal struggle to overcome because since this is a kid’s show, adults are role models, especially someone who is just a few years older than the main cast. They have to leave the impression that older teens know what they’re doing in life. Typically becoming a Precure is a moment of change for the character whether that’s coming into their own, recognizing their inner potential, or the need to become better. Ageha transforms just because wouldn’t that be cool within the context of the episode. The girls simply needed one more cure to assist in the battle. In the end Ageha becoming a cure is much deserved. It definitely embodies the spirit of this year’s theme that anyone can be a hero. Someone who is older can still have the heart to become a precure. Ageha x Tsubasa duo attack coming up next week to balance out the team.

#Mega Log #Weekly Shonen Jump

[seabreeze2022]

2023 Bahama Cruise, Part 29. May 14. Hatchet bay, Eleuthera.

Nancy walking two miles back to town after snorkeling with the seahorses on Mother’s Day. Still smiling after another tour that can not be found in the tour pamphlets.

We anchored on Saturday evening with threats of storms over night and Sunday. Never got rained on. We are anchored in “Hatchet Bay” on the right side of the photo. Sweetings Pond with the Seahorses is the pond on the left of the photo.

After taking our trash to town. We walked around the town on Mother’s Day, Sunday morning. Things are quiet on Sunday mornings in the settlements. We walked up to the Queen’s Highway and turned east or left. A driver stopped his car and talked to us. He was the owner of the restaurant where everyone, including us, parks their dinghy. The sign above the trash barrel was pay $3 in the office. The office was closed. When this guy introduced himself, he said he owned the restaurant. So we paid this guy our $3 for one bag of trash. He also offered to drive us to the Sweetings Pond Seahorse Preserve for $20.

We enjoy our walks and declined the offer. After we were half way to the pond. A guy stopped in his pick up truck and offered us a ride. So Nancy and I jumped in the back of his pick up truck. Looking at the boxes of roofing nails in the bed of the truck, we assumed he was a roofer. After he pulled off across from the dirt road to the pond. We bailed out of the back of the truck and thanked him. With typical Bahama out island hospitality. He said, “That is why we are here, to help you out”. This guy was a Roofer, not a person in the tourism hospitality trade. But a genuine out island person always willing to help. Just about every Bahamian owned car honks or waves. The rental cars have a different license plate. Don’t expect a honk or way from them.

This is the dirt road leading to Sweetings Pond. Good enough for a rental car, but not good enough for your personal car.

This is a proposed Preserve. The water is probably a bit more saline than the ocean and accounted for us floating so high in the water.

With our sandals and footwear, versus fins, per the rules. We had a bit of a time getting to the bottom to see the seahorses up close.

This pond was cut off from the open sea 6,000 years ago. The level changes with each tidal change. But the visibility is poor.

This is a Lined Seahorse (Hippocampus erectus). They are considered a “Vulnerable species”. These were not as obvious or as plentiful as we were led to believe. They were in the grass and usually head down foraging. This is probably a female, note the lack of the belly pouch.

You can just barely see the eye on this seahorse. Judging by the belly this is very possible a pregnant Male Seahorse. Who knew that “woke” seahorses where leading the way of males becoming pregnant? Actually the female becomes pregnant and then sends the eggs over to the male that raises them in his brood pouch.

The more interesting organism in the pond were the multitude of nudibranchs. Specifically Fringeback Dondice (Dondice occidentalis) They were everywhere and working along the top of the grass. Much more prolific than the seahorses.

Since my photo was so bad, I stole this off the internet.

This is the bright red file clam (Ctenoides Scraba) that was very abundant in the pond.

After walking back to town we saw that the car ferry from Nassau was in town. Top left photo has cars backing up onto the ferry.

The pigs in a trailer, are they coming or going, who knows? Can they swim? If they can’t swim, will we see them at dinner?

This apparently is a communal cooking bread oven of days before. Makes sense, stays hot for hours, using less fuel than each house cooking bread in their private oven.

Next we pull anchor and head 16 miles west for the infamous “Current Cut”. You have to time it for 1+15 to 1+30 minutes after the tide change in Nassau. If we hit it wrong, we may be fighting a 6-8 kt. current in a boat that only goes 6 knots.

S/V Sea Breeze, Hatchet Pond, Eleuthera Island Bahama

#seabreeze2022 #seabreeze2023

[taesenigma]

sheets & shirts - a goodbye (kth drabble)

জল ছবি, রঙমশাল, স্কুল ছুটির হজমিরা

রূপকথার পায়রাদের গল্প বল।

বন্ধু চল....

water paintings, firecrackers, after school shenanigans

tell me fairytales and stories of birds

c'mon friend....

a/n : am just emotional with college and moving away and leaving friends behind. i suppose this is me just trauma dumping through this ff.

pairing : taehyung x reader

genre : best friends au, reader is leaving town forever, taehyung has a hard time saying goodbye, farewell

trigger warnings : tear jerker, emo asf, leaving precious stuff behind

~

"I suppose this is goodbye, Taehyung.", you said as you scribbled a last few words on his school shirt. "I suppose it is. I'll miss you, Y/N. It's really sad we don't get to end up in the same college.", he said as he pulled you in for a hug. In front of his friends. He's never done that before. "Can't help going back to India. My gran needs us and I happen to adore her." "Keep in touch?" "You just gave me the license to annoy you for the rest of your life.", you joked as you grinned at him. He merely shrugged as he patted your head affectionately. "Y/N! Hurry up! We'll be late!", your mom hollered from her car as she honked twice. You gave the other boys a sheepish smile as you ducked your head in embarrassment. "Maa, that was so unnecessary!", you whined as you both drove off. "Beti, your father's farewell ceremony isn't going to wait for us. It's such a joyous moment, getting to go back home after so many years." "And leaving all friends behind.", you grumbled as you tried to memorise the roads to your school in Daegu. You realised that this was it. The last time you'd ever travel through these roads. The last time that one familiar ajheossi on the road would smile at you and ask whether you had eaten. The last of seeing your best friends Taehyung and Sooim. Seeing your favourite teacher at school for the very last time. Your secret crush on one of Taehyung's friends, Jimin. The last of your Daegu apartment. The last of everything. The last of your life in Korea. It was time for a change. A change of 3 hours and 30 minutes. A new chapter in your life begins and you don't know how to deal with any of it. You cannot begin to process it. "It'll be fine, Y/N. You'll get used to it. Besides, you can always keep in touch through emails and text messages and skype." "Not the same thing as being there in person." "Y/N, enough of your grumbling! You've been like this since the last two weeks. We are moving and it's final. Nothing can change that. It's time you accepted it and moved on to see the bigger picture. I'll give you a few minutes to calm yourself down. You know where your baba's office is.", your mother said as she got down from the car and left you all alone with your thoughts. You tried ignoring the little stinging sensation in your nose and the tears pricking your eyes. You would miss them. More than you'd like to admit. You'd miss how your life used to be before this sudden change. You'd miss every tiny little thing you couldn't finish before leaving Daegu and high school forever. But you also knew that you'd learn to accept it. You'd learn to let it go. This feeling of uncertainty was temporary and that you'll learn to live with yourself. And moreover, you could always keep in touch, just like your mother said. You'd learn to live once again. You'd find your acceptance through loss. You'll be alright. You've always been.

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"Y/N! I'm so glad I made it on time!", Taehyung gasped for air as he clutched onto both knees, bent double in front of you. "I'll give you both a minute.", your mother said as she disappeared inside the apartment. "Is everything alright, Tae?" "Um....yeah....everything's okay....I guess.", he said as he averted his eyes from your face. "Are you going to tear up because your best friend is leaving town?", you joked as you hit him lightly on the arm. He stayed quiet as the silence was filled with your laugh. "I'm not dying, doofus! I'll always be there with you. You're not getting rid of me that easily!", you grinned as you squished his cheeks and stared into his eyes only to find them brimming with tears. "Hey......", you soothed as you hugged him. "I'm not leaving forever. I promise we'll meet sometime....", you cooed as you felt him sniffling and sobbing quietly into your sweater. "I won't forget you....you were the best thing that happened to me, Y/N. Never forget that. And also, Sooim's sorry that she couldn't be here. But she promised that she'd meet you in Seoul tomorrow." "Kim Taehyung, you're the biggest cry baby I've ever met! And I swear Sooim stresses about shit too much. Be her buddy for me, will you?" "Always.", he said, his eyes still glistening with tears. "I'll miss you, Kim Tae. You're always going to be my best friend. Always.", you said as you hugged your best friend long and good. "Y/N, it's time to go. Good seeing you, Taehyung. Always be the kid you are now.", your mother says as she climbs into the car. "Beti, please hurry up! We're gonna miss our flight or else.", your father hurries you up as well whilst offering a smile in Taehyung's direction. "I'll get going, I guess. See you later, Taehyung.", you said as you waved him goodbye. "Wait! I almost forgot!", he said as he fetched out a folded piece of paper from his pocket. "Read this on your flight. It'll stop the tears. I know it will.", he handed it to you as he literally pushed you towards the car. "Is this supposed to be a parting gift, Kim?" "Think what you will, Y/N. Bye.", he said as you got into the car and drove away. He stood in front of your house for a long time after the car had vanished around the corner. He understood loss at that moment. How life would go on even without your omnipresence in his life for these last 18 years. It was finally time to start writing a new chapter. Without you in it. He'd store you in a corner of his heart. Until he meets you again, but perhaps as strangers who have drifted apart. Then, he'd remember the 18-year-old you and relive those summers he spent by your side once again.

THE END

P.S : happy birthday, kim taehyung! you're one of the brightest stars in my constellation <33 you make me smile, laugh, blush and forget all my fears. i love you from the bottom of my heart, my winter bear ^^ happy 27th, dearest <33

#school #taehyung #kim taehyung #bts ff #taehyung ff #melancholic #moving away #sliceoflife #friends #friends au #long distance relationship

[jonnnysuh]

life update:

⭐️hi friends!! it's been a long time since i've posted anything but i noticed that in the time of my hiatus i accumulated quite a bit of followers so i wanted to reacquaint myself to u guys! // if you've been curious as to what i've been up to the last couple of months (omggg you're so nosy jk) here is an update

I got my license!! I'm on roads SKRRRT.  I'm slowly getting confidence to drive alone to places but it's been fun having the freedom to go anywhere and know I always have the option to drive. ((I also bring around a small blue octopus plushy as a passenger on days I gotta travel by myself))

Along with getting my license, I've become more outgoing. I used to identify as a super introvert/homebody but now I actually enjoy going out and gotta do it at least once a week

I AM GRADUATING!!!!!!!!! The beginning and the middle of the semester was super hard because I was truly giving up. I had no motivation to do anything. I felt like I had no personal time and I didn’t  know what to do. I was coming to peace with the idea of taking another semester or year of university. Spending time with my friends and just having talks about this stress gave me the strength to push myself. I'm the type of girl that tries again so I kept telling myself "it's not over til it's over" and tried my best until the end of the semester and I did it!!! Ya girl will be walking across a stage to get her diploma in JUNE eeeeee.

I learned to not just readjust but stand up for myself at my internship!!! Long story short: it was a messy place and I still stood my ground

I actually made some friends in my last semester of school!! idk if any of you remember but I was super nervous to go to school for the first time in two years, but I was grouped with people I really loved. We even went to an escape room together when the semester ended❤️ ((we made our projects weird as fuck but it made it sooo worth it))

I assistant directed and cowrote a music video for an up-and-coming artist with one of my closest friends. It was a surreal experience and done within a two week turnaround time and it was crazy but so fun

I finally feel comfortable with how I look. I maybe even feel beautiful. I got a super bad haircut in February and its grown to a decent length now and I've learned to do my makeup in a way I think really complements my face. I still haven’t dyed my hair red yet but it is coming I promise

I had yet another talking stage that didn't end in a relationship and I'm okay!! LMAO HE WAS A SELF-PROCLAIMED "recovering fuckboy" AND I AM A GIRL WITH COMMITMENT ISSUES SOMEONE PLS WRITE THIS FAN FICTION. But in all seriousness we both knew this about each other and we tried and nothing came out of it. Truly honestly this made me realize that I was trying to fill a void that has never made me happy in the first place. Like irl men have only caused me pain and stress. So I've refocused and poured all my time in hanging out with my friends and family and I have never been happier.

that's all for now. i would really love to write some more bc i miss being creative and the community that came with it. i missed you guys a lot. if you guys have life updates of your own i'd love to hear it <3

#about me i guess #life update eeee #may is my favourite month #thank you for reading if you got to the whole thing #ALSO GOT7 COMING BACK? may is so good

[mlobsters]

supernatural s15e11 the gamblers (teleplay: meredith glynn, story: meredith glynn, davy perez)

so had an infuriating ep, a light (in theory) funny ep, so what's up with this possible alaska excursion. recap was full of a whole mess of things including some random class of angels i forget 2 seconds after hearing it

are they truly driving to alaska

reminds me of this tiktok i saw today of a guy from the uk who lives in the us now and had his mind obliterated when he just realized how close alaska is to russia

but wait, garth says road between barrow and kotzebue, which is nowhere near each other. kotzebue is ....

ok so driving 3800 miles - on a budget, as sam reminds dean - in their like... i'll be generous and say 12mpg impala. that's 316 gallons of fuel, one way. we'll say $3/gal? $950 gas one-way? sounds like any way you slice it, that's a lot of money

lol nic, please, drop it. it's just picking alaska is so wacky because it's so so far away from the rest of the US and it's so big and so sparsely populated

DEAN What can we get for, uh, $4.60? WAITRESS Um, a slice of pie and a cup of coffee? DEAN Two forks?

SAM A-A pool hall that makes you lucky or might kill you? I mean, it sounds like a demon or a witch or… DEAN Or it could be awesome. It’s pool. The- the- the game of champions, kings. My game. Hell, our game. How many honest-to-goodness great memories do we have hustling pool? SAM Yeah, because we had to. To eat. DEAN Okay, well, my point is, that if pool is the way we get our mojo back, then maybe we ain’t as screwed as thought.

but how good are they at pool under the chuck whammy.

day 2, still boggling over driving to alaska. also this whole thing reminds me of the poker playing for years thing from whatever, 5x07 let's get into it

DEAN Man, I’ve been slinging pool cues since before you were born. SAM What? When you were four? Really? What, between nap time and snack?

seen gifs of that one, classic. even knowing it was coming, made me laugh. sam's face, perfect

DEAN Look, we barely made it out of that monster fight club, okay? We need this. And you know it. Now, look, you’re better than me at pretty much everything, okay? That’s okay. I’m not mad. I’m proud. But I can wipe the floor with you when it comes to pool.

that's very sweet. i will take it

i don't even know what's going on with this little heart-eating jack sidequest for cas

Grigori were watcher angels, some of the first placed on Earth to watch and protect humanity. They were an elite unit that turned rogue and were thought to have been wiped out. However, a handful survived and hid on Earth, feeding off of human souls.

literally only appear in 2 episodes, this one and 10x20 - one thing i really got tired of (which i also understand because the show went on for so long with so many episodes) is just piling on random lore and creatures and weapons and devices and secret societies, etc.

having the pool playing sucking away luck from nice rando humans as opposed to the witch or whatever is kind of an interesting twist. a moral quandary!

the roman goddess of luck, ok. these are the episodes i watch and almost immediately forget :p

FORTUNA When I play someone, I get a read on them. And you… you’re just a beach read. Sexy, mm, but skimmable. DEAN Beach read? Lady, I’m Tolstoy.

cringe

JACK Fair? The last one I killed was pretending to be a doctor. Feeding on the souls of humans he was supposed to heal. You do it, too. Only you like children. KABAIEL Who told you that? JACK Death.

so billie yanked him out of the empty to go kill some bad guys? okayyy??? and eating the hearts because...??? laughed out loud when cas popped up to have a sword fight?? with the angel blade

i was on board with jack and my 3 dads and i feel like this should be heartwarming but i'm just 😐

dunno why this remote alaskan bar has jazz music as a theme but whatever. cheaper than licensed music :p (christopher lennertz and philip white on music this ep)

FORTUNA When you apes first climbed down from the trees, you didn’t pray to him. You prayed to the… the sun, the womb, the rain, and the stars. Well, at first, the creator was furious. How dare you not recognize his beneficence? But soon enough, he birthed us… Ra, Anu, Hera, Mixcoatl, all the rest. DEAN Why? FORTUNA Why? [scoffs] Why? To take the blame. Bad harvest? Stillborn child? Our bad. Not his. Plus, we made for epic stories. But his ego could only handle that for so long. Now he’s happy to behind whatever religion has the best syndication deal. While we survive on scraps in the wilderness.

feels like they're trying to finally wedge in an explanation to how the christian god is The god, by way of like oh no, he's just some generic creator and he's actually responsible for everything in all religions which just makes my head hurt if i think about it too long

FORTUNA You little minx. You got me talking. You’re good. SAM I learned from my brother.

there is a lot of cheesy dialogue this episode, i dunno what's going on

the people matter to me. to us. i cannot take this seriously :p

EVIE Because of you. She said she thought your kind had gone extinct. SAM Our kind? EVIE Heroes.

loll. whyyy. am i just being an ass again? so cheesy!

EVIE And, uh, she gave me a message. She said, “Don’t play his game. Make him play yours.”

okily dokily. whatever that means

awkwarrrd

sweet and weird, respectively

JACK Because if I don’t stay hidden, if I use my powers, my grandfather… he’ll know I’m back, and he’ll try and kill me… again. He’s afraid of me. And that’s why we had to wait. CAS Billie kept him hidden in the Empty until Chuck went off world. JACK She let me out when it was safe. DEAN Safe to what? Eat a bunch of angel hearts? JACK Safe to do what I have to. The hearts, they were just the beginning. They made me strong, but I-I’m not strong enough. I… If I do exactly what she says, if I follow her plan, then I’ll get stronger and… I’ll be able to kill God.

LOL ok, sure. to say this season has lost me would be an understatement. i know when i'm like this i'm gonna pick at every little thing, where i let things slide a bit more when i'm fully engaged. i regularly complain about the main plots but usually i'm still here for the character beats, but i'm having a hard time staying connected with even that at the moment

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 15x11 #meredith glynn #davy perez #spnwhinge

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TheLreads, Vigilantes ch 94, Replies Part 2

1) “OH WHAT THE FUCK HIS FACE”- Well, not all of it, but enough to say he’s not that ugly a dude after all, underneath all that. Got that Dave Baustra/Dwayne Johnstone look to his features.

2) “Oh jesus man you guys waited a whole day to remove the bodies and start investigating it? poor bastards, were left to rot in the open like that, I knew this society was rotten to the core #Stain was right”- Seeing as nobody actually died in this suppression incident, I’m not really sure what the body outlines are meant to indicate, especially since the only gunfire used in the fight was by Knuckles’ own hand.

3) “And I still want to see how that would’ve looked in an official hero report. “So I recruited a civilian fighting in an illegal ring and a non-licensed pro-hero in training also fighting in the same illegal ring to help me fight a villain. I also tried to pay them with law-enforcement funds but they refused””- I think Knuckles was working with the corrupt parts of the system long before he started working outside of it as a vigilante.

4) “Also completely bending the hero rules as he sees fit to protect elements that by intents and purposes were criminals and should’ve been arrested, but that’s too long so let us keep it at “cautious””- Knuckles sweeping this whole mess under the rug benefitted Him as much as it benefitted Mirko and Rappa, but it benefitted AFO in the end more. 5) “OH THANK THE FUCKING LORD THE BLACK BACKGROUND IS GONE THAT MEANS WE’RE OUT OF THE NIGHTMARE

WHERE IS KOICHI, IS HE STILL UP IN THAT BUILDING? IS HE EATING PROPERLY? TELL ME ABOUT MY BOY FURUHASHI

TELL ME”- No news on the best Boi yet, but the good news is we won’t be dragged into any further flashbacks now… 6) “that super secret ultimate showdown that was so secret that apparently everybody in the police force is aware of for some reason, since a completely unrelated nobody like you is thinking about it

oh my fucking god man”- I’m gonna take a guess that The higher-ups were made aware of the fight by necessity in order to account for All Might’s weakened performance, and those law enforcement who had been experienced in the job for a while were able to find out the particulars through their own investigating around the office, based on “detective instinct’ something was up.. If that’s too much of a stretch, don’t worry, the massive plot hole he just opened got sealed with a bang. 7) “the dots that show that the super-villain from back then is too similar to the ones that showed up at naruhata, and the ones at the sky egg??

HUH?! SOMEONE IS CONNECTING THE DOTS?!

WHAT”-

 Furuhashi: Well, we can’t have that! (kills him literally a few panels after he realises) Remember kids, competency kills!

8) “ DID THIS MOTHERFUCKER JUST FOUND THAT AFO WAS BACK YEARS BEFORE EVERYBODY ELSE?!

AND HE DIDN’T TOLD ANYONE?!

WHAT

NO, HE’S GONNA BE KILLED, ISN’T HE? THERE’S NO WAY THAT HE CAN JUST BRUSH THIS UNDER THE RUG, SOMEONE IS GONNA ICE HIM FOR SURE”-Well, it was a bit more of a fiery cover-up than a stone-cold cement shoes ending for him, but yep. Didn’t even make it to the chapter’s end. 9) “ITS HIM

IT’S FUCKING HIM FOR SURE

HES GONNA FUCKING KILL TANUMA”- The Nomura everywhere system strikes again! 10) “SORRY DUDE, BUT YOU DON’T HAVE MUCH TIME

DEATH IS KNOCKING AT THE DOOR RIGHT NOW, AND THEY REALLY WANT TO HAVE A CHAT”- Tanuma’s chat with the reaper was short, but loud.

11) “I CAN’T FUCKING BELIEVE IT

HE FOUND OUT THE TRUTH JUST FOR McBEE TO SHOW UP AND IMMEDIATELY KILL HIM TO KEEP THE TIMELINE STABLE”-Not the smoothest way to resolve plot inconsistencies, but certainly takes care of all the bumps in the road we’ve have had to deal with should Tanuma have lived. 12) “And out he goes, the say was saved once again thanks to McBee!”- When the Villain is the one saving the plot, you know something’s gone amis. 13) “Oh ho ho, I’m already liking where this is going. McBee is off his shits after that humiliating encounter with koichi, I can only hope this mean we’re about to see something magical happen

Now I’m excited to read what might come next, that’s for sure”- The chains of the past no longer restrain us, now the showdown of the next generation of vigilantes can commence! 14) “Which now, after properly finished and with all the information provided by it I can finally say:

why in the fuck was it even included here

Like, holy shit, I was already questioning how anything that could’ve come up in the flashback could benefit the plot in the present, since Koichi was not even involved in learning about what we saw it was a cop revisiting an old file, and then the chapter ends with McBee killing said cop and erasing all evidence

Net zero information gain for the story. Could’ve added those last five pages to a chapter as footnote and it would’ve been just as effective, perhaps even more effective. Like, no joke, what did we even learned there? And I don’t mean that Hoodie and Mirko fought before or that Rappa and Mirko helped a pro hero before going their separate ways, I mean, what information here was meaningful for understanding the Vigilantes manga itself.”- Given that the ending of the Manga was looming (which wasn’t announced to anybody until a few chapters away) I guess they wanted to show what Knuckles’ past connection to AFO was and how he got on his trail in the first place. That said, I do agree with the pacing issue, it felt like a filler arc that got added to pad out the runtime of an anime in-between adapting ongoing arcs of a manga. @thelreads

#my hero academia #bnha #chapter replies #thelreads #bnha vigilantes #vigilantes 94