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How Natasha would fuck you in different seasons
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Warnings: Unprotected sex, a little degradation, intersex Natasha, mentions of hair pulling, cunnilingus, oral (both receive)
Pairings: Intersex Natasha (she has a cock) x reader
Wc: 801
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During the spring season, Natasha would show a notably gentle disposition towards you. The atmosphere would be tranquil and unhurried, with raindrops cascading down the windows of your modern apartment. She wouldn't have any place to be. It wouldn't be rushed at all. Waking up to her slowly fucking you from the side. She would always find the time to bend you over the marble countertops and fuck you, making you almost burn the food left on the stovetop.
The amount of praise she would tell you is insane, too. "Such a good girl for me, y/n."
Maybe it's the pollen, but she's so gentle with you for these few months.
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In contrast to her softness during the spring season, Natasha's character would show huge differences during the summer months. Natasha would have your face down, ass up on her bed fucking you roughly, her cock hitting that particular spot repeatedly. Her hand would make a makeshift ponytail and lift your head from the pillow so that you could hear the most degrading things that left her mouth known to man.
"You're such a dirty slut, y/n, letting me fuck you whenever I feel like it? Do your friends know how much of a whore you are, huh?"
A window would always be open because of how hot and humid the room got in such a short amount of time. Your moans are almost as loud as all of the cars from down below. You could already see a noise complaint heading your way from your neighbors, but you couldn't care less.
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During fall, Natasha would always want to be eating you out. She's so desperate to taste your pussy. She's so pussy whipped it's crazy. She would eat you out during the most random times of the day.
You and Natasha would be carving pumpkins to put out on your balcony, and out of nowhere, she would be on the ground, pushing her face into your knee and begging you to let her taste your pussy.
"Please, y/n, just five minutes; I'll make you cum so fast, y/n. I just need to taste you."
During these months, she tends to become very submissive. The fall season is typically characterized by overwhelming paperwork that piles up, leading to exhaustion. Additionally, she has the responsibility of assisting the agents with their training, which can be pretty demanding.
You would have her whimpering and shaking as you sucked her off late at night, telling her "I can help relieve some of that stress, Nat."
I could also see you riding her often because the poor girl is exhausted. She would feel all up on your body as you moved your hips back and forth; she loves how warm and tight your cunt is and will always comment on it.
On Halloween, you two would have to go inside early and leave the candy basket outside with a sign that says, 'Only take one or else...' (thanks to Natasha) because of how horny Natasha was getting. It was hard to not see the bulge in her sweatpants. (her costume would be a pirate, but no one would know because she just draws two big circles around her eyes and a mustache.)
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Natasha would be the softest during winter. She would be so slow and gentle with you, just like spring. She would be on top of you on the couch, thrusting into you passionately.
The newly purchased logs would crack in the fireplace, the warmth spreading throughout the room and the flames slowly turning the wood into ash. Slow jazz music would be playing in the back as you had a Christmas movie with zero volume, so you could hear each other's moans.
She wouldn't be 'fucking' you or having 'sex' with you, she would be making love to you. Her head would be buried into your neck, sucking on the skin and leaving marks, as your hand touched her head and scratched it lightly. Small moans came out of your mouth every few seconds as Natasha moved her hips in and out of you.
The room was cast in a dim and hazy glow, with only the distant twinkling of the city's lights providing any illumination. She would constantly tell you how gorgeous you are and that you are the only girl she would want in the entire world.
She would also be really needy to be inside you, whether that's her tongue, fingers, or cock. It would be the best part of her day. Whenever she's at her office, you'll always drive there to give her a hot soup, tea, and an allergy relief pill because she can't stop sneezing and coughing. After eating, she would repay you by letting you cockwarm her while she finished some mission reports Furry assigned her.
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avatar-anna · 9 months
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Ithink the first time professor interrupts one of harry’s workout sessions, she definitely gets all blushy and bashful, and he definitely notices and loves it.// can you make it a blurb pleaseee with harry teasing prof about oggling him, only if you're comfy with that?? thanks!!
Let's Get Physical
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The Professor Series
You didn't know how he did it.
Here you were, body bent over as you heaved—even though you knew it would be easier to get air in your lungs if you stood up straight—hair falling out of your ponytail and sticking to your sweaty cheeks, which were probably an angry shade of red. Your legs had been the consistency of jello twenty minutes ago, and you weren't sure if you were going to be able to walk back to the car without falling over or passing out or both.
In other words, you were an absolute disaster.
Turning your head to the side, you looked at your boyfriend, who had broken a sweat but otherwise looked almost exactly the same as when he woke up this morning and suggested you go on this infernal run with him. He looked better even. His sleeveless shirt revealed muscles that were glistening with sweat, and when he lifted the hem to wipe his brow, your eyes zeroed in on his stomach, the butterfly tattoo, the trail of hair that led down to—
And now your face was red for a completely different reason.
"You okay down there?"
You rested wobbly arms on your hips and slowly straightened to look Harry in the eye. "No."
Harry grinned, clearly amused by your disheveled appearance. He looked too good for someone who just went on a run. You knew how you felt on the inside, which probably translated pretty well to how you looked physically, and Harry was just standing there fresh as a daisy.
Running. In the morning. You'd never been much of a morning person, but you were definitely not the type to exercise regularly. You got your fix by riding your bike around, and you made sure you got your steps in at work, but physical exertion? On purpose? And once again, in the morning? Absolutely not.
The things you did for love.
"You did really well," Harry said, stretching his arms above his head as he did so. While his head was tilted up, you couldn't help but stare, your mouth hanging open slightly.
You'd never been the type of person who based your affection for someone solely on looks. You valued relationships of the mind, being with someone who could somewhat keep up with you when you spoke to them. Harry was one hundred percent that person, but right now the only words that came to mind were two that you overheard your students using a few weeks ago: stupid hot.
"My whole body hurts," you managed to say, unable to keep the slight whine out of your voice. "I'm overheating, I probably have blisters, and these shorts are riding up my ass. Meanwhile, you look like one of the marble statues in the Classics Department—it's unfair."
You could tell Harry was trying to hold back a laugh as he digested your mini rant. You didn't mean for all of that to come out, but you were tired, and maybe a little delirious. He was making you delirious. You knew Harry was handsome, you saw him nearly every day, but something about his post workout appearance was putting you on edge. How his shorts weren't driving you crazy was also plaguing your mind, but mostly it was the overall look of him that had you at a loss for words.
"I think there was a compliment in there somewhere, so thank you," he said. When all you did was huff and glare at him, he took a couple steps closer to you. "I know those red cheeks of yours are from more than just the run. I can see right through your huffing and puffing, darling."
Your heart fluttered even more at the way his breath tickled your ear, but you were still cross with him for getting you out of bed to go on this run in the first place. Your perfectly soft bed in your temperature controlled bedroom. His teasing was noted and not appreciated.
"You're so—"
"Sexy? Devastatingly handsome? Hot?"
"Yes—No—Don't put words in my mouth!"
Harry's grin was smug as he said, "Doctor Y/l/n, are you getting a little hot?"
"I've been hot, that's what I've been trying to say! And you—you're not helping!"
He finally did let out a laugh then before leaning over and kissing your cheek. "Let's get you home."
"Please," you said gratefully, wanting to launch yourself at him the minute you returned and lie down and never get back up at the same time. Cardio had never really been your thing, but for some reason you let Harry pull you out of bed way before you should've been awake. Why you'd gotten up before your alarm at all was a mystery, but here you were, and now you were wondering if you'd ever catch your breath.
With Harry looking the way you did, you didn't think that outcome was likely.
You settled for holding Harry's hand as you walked back to his car, putting all your focus into not tripping over your feet. Your heart finally stopped beating wildly in your chest, which was a nice feeling, though now you were aware of all the sweat—on your back, your hair, your arms and legs. There was simply no way people actually endured this kind of physical exertion for fun.
"I love you, but I don't think I'll be joining you again," you said as you slid into the passenger seat of Harry's car. Once he was in and had his seatbelt on, you rested your head on his shoulder. "I don't think I'll be doing anything ever again."
"You could've stayed home," Harry said, resting a hand on your knee as he peeled onto the street. "Don't get me wrong, I love seeing you all hot and bothered—"
"Shut up," you said, moving his hand off your knee, even if, but he only moved it back.
"But," he continued, rubbing his thumb on the inside of your leg. It was such a casual touch, and he wasn't even looking over at you as he did it. He was just...happy to be near you. Harry always was. So even though he'd made you all flustered and promptly teased you for it, you rested your hand over his and patiently waited for him to continue. "Exercise means a post-workout shower."
There was a suggestion in Harry's tone that made your stomach flip and your heart pound the way it had been when you'd been desperately trying to keep up with him this morning. As he let his clear offer to take a post-workout shower together settle in, you just looked at him and sighed breathily through your nose.
He truly was the most handsome person you met. The hair under his ratty blue baseball cap curled perfectly, his jaw had just the right amount of stubble covering it, and there was a bead of sweat that was trailing down his neck, drawing your eyes as he swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing as he hummed along to the song playing from the car's speakers.
If you knew how to draw, you would capture this moment with a pen and paper. You technically had a perfect memory, but there was something so much more intimate about recalling each detail you loved about Harry and using it to create rather than just pulling it from where your brain had stored it. But your line of thinking was just so clinical. People often found your intelligence remarkable, but you'd always admired the kind of genius that lied in art and creativity. It was why Harry intrigued you so much when you met. He was so different from you, yet was so remarkable in his own right. He could express himself in ways that you couldn't, he saw things differently than you did, approached the world and his life at a different angle than you did, but was no less precise or right.
But he was different, today was clearly an example of that. Sometimes you were surprised by how well you and Harry seemed to get along when he was just so—
"Did I lose you?"
Blinking, you blushed and said, "No. I'm right here."
"Tell me what you're thinking," he said, voice soft and curious, the way it always was when he said those five words.
"Lots of things," you said honestly. "How I'm going to get out of this car let alone up the stairs to shower, for one."
"I'll carry you, of course," Harry said, smiling as he neared the street leading up to his house. A few moments of silence passed before he continued. Squeezing your leg, he said, "Don't hide from me, love. Tell me what you were thinking about."
You flipped the hand that was on your leg so that his palm was facing up and began to trace the lines on it. Parts of his hand were callused and rough, something that you weren't quite used to when you first met. But now you found Harry's hand steady and reliable, a source of comfort whenever you became nervous or overwhelmed. It didn't take a long time to realize you didn't want to hold anyone else's hand but his for the rest of your life.
"Did you know that Julius Caesar chose his soldiers by reading their palms?" you asked instead of answering his question.
"A sound military plan," Harry replied, knowing you weren't ignoring his request, just taking your time getting there.
You shrugged. "Not the worst in history."
Harry hummed, then asked, "Do you ever think about teaching history?"
"Instead of psychology?" you asked.
Now Harry shrugged. "I don't know. You seem passionate about it. Might be an interesting change."
You did like history, and you loved talking about it. It would be hard to narrow down what subject you actually wanted to focus on, especially when there were so many to pick from. But ultimately, "I kind of just like talking about it with you."
You were still looking down at Harry's hand, thinking of all the precision it would take to sketch the lines and creases in it. You were so transfixed that you didn't even realize the car had come to a stop in front of his house, or that Harry was blushing all the way down to his neck.
"Is that so?"
"Yeah. No one ever listens to me the way you do, you know?"
"Well, that's because no one explains it to me like you do."
Before you could ask what he meant by that, Harry's hand slipped from yours as he opened the door on his side of the car. As promised, he came around and opened yours, arms outstretched like he was fully prepared to carry your jelly limbs into the house.
"What do you mean?"
Harry tucked a strand of hair that had fallen from your ponytail on your run this morning. Most of your hair had fallen out, actually, but you appreciated the gesture nonetheless.
"You explain it like you were actually there. It's cute, and interesting, like I'm listening to a story."
"A good one?"
"The best."
You couldn't help but smile wide at that. Instead of letting Harry carry you out of the car, you leaned forward and kissed him, your hands cupping his cheeks and rubbing your thumbs against his skin affectionately. Harry didn't hesitate to rest his own hands on your waist before creeping under your sweater.
All those thoughts you had about him this morning came flooding back to you in one huge rush, making you wrap your legs around his waist and pulling him closer. Your lips hastily moved to his jaw, then his neck, trailing down and nipping at skin until—
Harry's breath hitched and you grinned as he lifted you out of the car, closing the door behind you with a definitive slam. Peals of laughter left you as Harry began to nuzzle your neck, his stubble tickling your skin the way you both knew it would as he made his way into the house.
*.*
A few weeks later, you stirred from sleep as you felt the bed shift as Harry sat up. Through squinted eyes, you watched as he stretched his arms above his head, the muscles in his back flexing and popping rolled the sleep out of his shoulders. You watched for a minute, admiring your boyfriend while still half asleep before reaching a hand out and lightly running a hand along his back.
Only startling slightly, he turned around, grinning down at you when he saw your half open eyes.
"Morning, Professor. I was gonna head out for a run this morning if you wanted to—"
Your hand had been trailing up his arm and across his shoulder until your index finger found the gold chain of his necklace. With one swift tug, you pulled his lips onto yours and his body until it was hovering over you.
"No, you're not," you said.
Harry grinned into the kiss, his hands already searching for the hem of your shirt. "No, I'm not."
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teddie-bear420 · 1 month
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Epiphany of a moth
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As the subway speeds through the tunnel, the fallen angel sits very still as not to rouse the princess and the spider. Hands brushed and backs were rubbed, each suffering the afflictions from their choices of drink. The fallen angel stares forward, and reflects on the time she has spent down in hell. And try as she might she can not find a single reason to go back to heaven.
“You having an epiphany over there bug eye?” The spider asked, “looks like your edible just kicked in,”
“I really like hell…” the angel whispered. And the spider snickered, “yeah, you are the last person to figure that out!”
Doodles down below!
So I was very disappointed that angel dust is referred to as a drag queen when he has never tpdone drag in the show… ever. And also I think Charlie would totally do drag with AD, Charlie being the most curious demon in hell, tries out any and all fashion types!
And angel would show Charlie the ropes of pentigram city (Charlie has like zero social skills dude) they never really got a ‘we are friends’ moment in the show, and as a side rant did it seem like Charlie never actually connected with the main cast? With vaggie sure but I would not say that Charlie is friends with any one in the show… at all. I want to see what movie/game night looks like!!
Also I’m in love with drawing her tiny ponytail (her braid is cute and all but I wish she had a bit more style diversity, yknow?
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So Charlie (in my perfect world) researches the heck out of hell, she has an encyclopedic knowledge of her kingdom (she had no friends, her friends are the meat trees) so when vaggie starts living with her, Charlie has someone to infodump on.
And vaggie (very paranoid and clingy to Charlie at first) also becomes interested in hell too (she was raised to think hell was awful, but Charlie takes her on some nature walk and vaggie feels like she’s been given a new purpose from god themself) (she was very dehydrated)
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And while I was spit balling I wanted to draw thin vaggie to be some emo nerd (she was very thin in heaven, it was the ideal body type so she did some unhealthy things to stay that size. But the longer she lives with Charlie, the more weight she puts on and starts to work out! That’s when she becomes a pirate!)
And then I mashed all this cross dressing together to make a silly crack ship.
These two did the hankie pankie and became friends after they found out the others ‘true’ identity! I only sail sail to their ship while they are cross dressing lol
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And here’s my soft redesign of the hazbin crew
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Each of them have their own color, and when they become friends with someone their color sticks to them, like Charlies shade of red attaches to all her friends at the hotel, see vaggies ribbon, pentious hat, angels gloves. Husk and nifty are exempt from this cuz alastor owns both their souls, his magic is green, that’s why they are green!
And alastor has no friends
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frenchkisstheabyss · 9 months
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♡ Being Poly w/ Stray Kids {Summer Vacation D1} ♡
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♡ I got a request for some poly fluff where you get to see how your boyfriends take care of you. I figured there's no better time than your first summer vacation together to experience it ♡
♡ Reader is a chubby babe ♡
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♡ Felix ♡
the one you wake up to because he's been cuddling you all night, only really moving to go to the bathroom
has the morning voice of a demon but is a total angel, giving you kisses while asking about your dreams/how you slept
comes with you to do your morning skin routines together, cracking jokes to make you smile when you start feeling grumpy about being up so early
stays behind to straighten up the bathroom because he has to make sure his love eats breakfast before she starts the day
♡ Bang Chan ♡
fell asleep 2 hours ago but set his alarm to wake up and make you all of your favorite breakfast foods from back home
has a list of things to do/sights to see during this trip that he thought you might like. it took him weeks to put it together but you're worth the effort
set the room he's sharing with bini up just the way you like it so that you can come sleep with them tonight
massages your legs while you eat your food because being curled up in a cuddle ball for eight hours has left you a little tight
♡ Changbin ♡
picks out a pair of comfy clothes for you to wear and helps put your hair up into a cute, albeit messy, ponytail♡ changbin salon ♡
fills his backpack with ice water and whatever you want so you have everything you need for the run along the beach he's taking you on
puts aside his typically strict approach to fitness to turn the "run" into a playful game of tag that finally wakes you up for the day
gives you a piggyback ride when you get tired and pauses every time you hint that you see something you might be interested in
♡ Hyunjin♡
has the shower running for you when you get back to the house. he joins you if you'd like him to or hangs around outside talking about the most random things with you
already picked out an outfit for you to wear today so that the two of you match and encourages you to take your time with makeup
brings you with him to browse through cute shops on the boardwalk, buying you little souvenirs to take home
convinces you to pose for pictures for him and surprises you with them in a scrapbook down the line
♡ Lee Know ♡
steals you away to take you on a car ride to a super secret destination. also maintains his self control when Han and I.N insist on coming
said secret destination ends up being the kitty cafe you've been talking about every day since it popped up in your Insta feed
spends a good amount of money renting out a private room where you can stay as long as you want. you even get to name a cat
comforts you when you get a little teary eyed because you don't want to leave those sweet babies behind
♡ Han ♡
sees an arcade and immediately thinks it's the perfect thing to take your mind off of the fact that you, unfortunately, can't have 30 fur babies
goes super hard at every game he plays to make sure he wins enough tickets to get you the plushie that you want
distracts the other two completely and totally on accident when you're playing against them so that you never lose
keeps asking if you need anything/if everything's okay when the arcade starts to fill up more since he wants you to be comfortable
♡ I.N ♡
rides in the backseat with you, controlling the aux to shuffle through the playlist he made for you
has zero hesitation when it comes to singing along to songs with you, screaming the lyrics at the top of his lungs. he loves a good duet
rolls the windows down so that you can feel the ocean air and fixes your hair when the wind blows it all over
lets you take a nap on him if you get a little sleepy, quietly nagging Lino not to hit any bumps or make any sharp turns because he wants you to sleep peacefully
♡ Seungmin ♡
builds a fort out of pillows and blankets for the two of you to hide out in while the others bicker about what to do for the rest of the day
has you bring your plushie/souvenirs with you into said adorable fort because he wants to hear every little detail about your day so far
goes outside to get the grill started for dinner, knowing that the collective fear of him burning the place down will bring the other guys together
keeps you on his lap even when the others whine about it, sheilding you from the chaos of a stray kids dinner even if it means occasionally becoming the chaos himself
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roxannarambles · 2 months
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Title: Wings of a Butterfly, Eye of the Tiger (Part 1)
Ship: Nemona x Juliana (Julinemo/Terajules)
Summary: Nemona and Juliana just can't resist returning to Area Zero once more. They find new places to explore, new pokemon to discover, and a new things to learn . . . about pokemon battling, but also about each other.
Notes: Okay guys, so there's a story I started on but I got a lot going on in life atm, so I may not finish this story anytime soon (or at all). Burned out on writing and got IRL stuff to deal with, you know how it goes.
That said! I decided I want to post the first chapter anyway, because it was fun to do and I thought folks might enjoy it on its own. So here you go. :D This is meant as a sequel to my story Picnic in Paradise.
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You were in the middle of history class and you were so bored. Professor Raifort was on a tangent about some musty old ruins she’d studied in Kalos, and you could tell she wasn’t going to get back on track anytime soon. It wouldn’t be so bad if you were sitting next to Nemona, but Raifort assigned seats to students specifically to prevent friends from chatting during class. It was ruthless, cruel. You didn’t dare pull your phone out either, Raifort went into a rage if she saw any student fiddling with their “damned technology” in the middle of her class. You heaved a sad sigh, drooped over with your chin resting on your desk, gazing at Nemona’s ponytail and wishing you could talk to her. If only you could text her without Raifort noticing . . . ugh . . .
A silly idea popped into your head. You sat up and looked down at your notebook, then glanced up at Raifort. Hmm . . .
You picked up your pencil and scribbled out help me nemona my brain is going to melt into goop if I have to listen to her talk about excavation units for any longer
Slowly, you tore the piece of paper out of your notebook, so as not to make any noise, then folded it up. Nemona was sitting two rows ahead of you, but you knew the student sitting between you fairly well, they liked to talk to you about bug types sometimes. You tapped their arm gently and showed them the note, giving your head a little nod in Nemona’s direction and flicking your eyes back to them, trying to broadcast your intent. They seemed briefly confused but then quickly got the idea, taking the note and passing it without question. You watched Nemona accept the note with a puzzled look and unfold the paper, reading it. Then she cast a quick glance behind her, catching your eye. You grinned at her and she stifled a giggle.
After about a minute, you saw Nemona slide a note onto your classmate’s desk with a nervous expression, and they passed it along to you. You unfolded the paper.
there’s only 20 minutes left girl, you can survive. we can have a battle after class :)
That did sound nice, but 20 minutes felt like an eternity in this classroom. You wrote out another note.
okay sounds good. btw I can’t wait to go back to our secret place, think we can do that anytime soon? been thinking a lot about what we’re gonna do there next.
Then you spent some time doodling some pokemon, a large tiger with sabre teeth and angry eyes and a Pawmot facing off against it, punching it with an Ice Punch. You added a Rockruff behind the Pawmot, wagging its little tail and panting. You wrote out ‘You’ next to the Pawmot with an arrow and wrote ‘Me’ next to the Rockruff. Then you folded up the note and passed it forward.
You couldn’t see Nemona’s reaction, but eventually she passed another note back to you.
jules if the teacher catches us we’re gonna get in so much trouble. we’re champion rank trainers we’re supposed to set an example and stuff!
also I can’t wait to go back too, maybe this weekend? 
You snorted, amused at the mixed messages she was sending. She even included a little drawing too, it looked like her Pawmot and your Gengar holding hands and smiling, under a little rainbow. The word Us was scrawled above them. 
Nemona was not good at drawing. You still loved it more than any other piece of art on earth. You folded it up carefully and tucked it away in your pocket to keep. Then you wrote out another note.
if you can do it this weekend then heck yeah I’m in. can’t wait <3 <3  I love your drawing. 
You handed it to your classmate to pass forward. They accepted it with a sigh, looking a little weary by now with being used as a messenger, but passed it on anyway. Raifort had finally finished with her tangent and was writing stuff out on the chalkboard, but you couldn’t be bothered to care. You were too busy watching Nemona drawing something in her notebook, apparently concentrating very hard. It took her a good five minutes, but she finally finished, folding it up and turning to pass it back.
Except she didn’t manage to get that far. Professor Raifort had finally caught wise to the funny business and grabbed hold of Nemona’s wrist before she could pass the note. Nemona gasped, her eyes growing wide.
“Ms. Sanchez, I’ll be checking that, if you don’t mind.”
The teacher snatched the sheet of paper from her hand and released Nemona, unfolding the note. She scrutinized it a moment, scowling. Folding the sheet of paper back up, she spoke in a stern tone,
“Ms. Sanchez, in case you have forgotten, art class is at 3:00 on Thursdays with Mr. Hassel. We are currently in history class, and I ask that you keep your focus on the subject for the duration of my class. Understood?”
“Y-yes Ms. Raifort,” Nemona stammered, shrinking a little in her seat, while a few people in class giggled. Raifort sighed wearily, pacing away and depositing the note upon her lectern. 
“Now where were we . . . ah, yes. So there were a number of factors that contributed to the decline and eventual collapse of the empire . . .”
It was a mercy when the bell finally rang, students packing up as quickly as possible so they could escape. By the time you’d made your way to the front of the class to Nemona, most of the classroom had already emptied. Nemona had slung her bag over her shoulder and was looking very anxious. You leaned in to mutter,
“What’s wrong?”
“Do you think she’s still mad?”
You shook your head,
“She’s probably forgot about it already.”
“I-I dunno . . . I think I’m gonna go apologize.”
“Nemona, you don’t have to–”
She’d already gone to the front of the classroom, though.
“M-Ms. Raifort? I’m sorry about before, drawing in class I mean. It won’t happen again.”
The instructor glanced up from clearing the chalkboard. She had a disapproving look in her sharp eyes as she sighed,
“I certainly hope not. I expected better from you, Ms. Sanchez–”
You hastened to the front of the room, interrupting her,
“Don’t blame Nemona, Ms. Raifort, I’m the one who started it.”
The teacher’s shrewd gaze switched to you, her eyes narrowing.
“I see. Somehow that doesn’t surprise me. You may still be a new student, but know that I hold you to the same exact standards of behavior as your peers.”
You nodded and answered quickly,
“Of course, and I’m really sorry. But um, would it be possible to get Nemona’s picture back? It would really mean a lot.”
Nemona’s eyes flicked to you, looking as though she thought you were crazy and she expected Raifort to bite your head clean off. Raifort looked briefly thrown off by the request 
but then she just turned back to cleaning the blackboard, sighing,
“Take it and leave.”
You went up to the lectern and snatched the sheet of paper up, saying cheerfully,
“Thanks Ms. Raifort! See you next week!”
As you and Nemona rushed out of the classroom, Raifort muttered gravely,
“If the youth are our future, I fear for the future.”
Passing through the halls, you unfolded the sheet of paper to find a large, slightly asymmetrical heart. It had a lot of lines drawn through it at random angles, which confused you a little. You said,
“Oh, I like the . . . heart?”
Nemona looked down at the drawing and clarified brightly,
“That’s my heart! When I met you.”
You studied it, your brow furrowing.
“It, um . . . broke?”
“What? No! It’s not broken, it . . .”
Suddenly looking very self-conscious, she glanced away. She mumbled,
“It’s supposed to be terastallized . . .”
Your eyes widened as you finally recognized the rough lines as facets to a jem. You squeaked out,
“Oh.”
What were you supposed to do with this revelation? Did your best friend and crush just casually drop this bombshell on you like it was nothing? 
“I-I-I, uhm, I– N-nemona, that’s– that’s–” 
You were trying to get out, Meeting me terastallized your heart? but your face was heating up fast and you couldn’t manage to utter something so sappy and wonderful, in part out of fear you were misunderstanding somehow. 
Nemona seemed a little antsy and uncomfortable, and she cut in, quickly switching subjects.
“Hey, you wanted to battle after class, right? C’mon, let’s go to the Schoolyard!”
“Oh– uh– r-right–sure!”
She grabbed your hand and headed towards the stairs eagerly. You made sure to carefully tuck the note away into your pocket.
By the time you both reached the Schoolyard and took your positions, students were already crowding round to watch. It was pretty much a guarantee that when two Champion-rank students were having a battle, it was going to draw some attention, even if it was spur-of-the-moment. It used to make you feel uneasy, being under the spotlight like that. But it didn’t bother you any more, because these days your sole focus was on the battle and Nemona’s infectious energy– everything else just seemed to fall away. 
“You ready?”
She held out her first pokeball and her eyes were glinting with that familiar thrill. You nodded, grinning.
“All right!” she said, throwing the ball.
“Orthworm, let’s go!”
You threw your own pokeball, sending out Krookodile.
“Krookodile, Stealth Rock!”
“Orthworm, Shed Tail!”
Both of your teams had seen a lot of action over the past few months, and you’d faced off against each other many, many times. As a result, there was a lot of familiarity, but things were hardly what you’d call predictable. You’d both made changes to your teams continuously as you learned and adapted and tried new things. For example, Nemona switched up her leads a fair bit. Starting with Orthworm’s Shed Tail was a relatively new development. She’d been using it very effectively as a way of setting up in the early game.
You were on the watch for that possibly now, as Nemona switched into her Palafin next. You quickly swapped in your Bellibolt, which easily tanked the Jet Punch. Then you ordered Bellibolt to Thunderbolt, eager to break the Substitute before her Palafin got up to any funny business with Bulk Ups. But Nemona opted instead to just order Flip Turn, and then sent out Pawmot to eat up the attack. The bolt of electricity struck her Pawmot, charging it with power, and the audience gave an excited little ‘oooh’ in response.
You narrowed your eyes, thinking; you were considering staying in to use a Mud Shot, but you knew Nemona’s Pawmot hit like a truck. Instead you decided to switch in Gengar. 
You watched as Pawmot’s furious punches phased harmlessly through Gengar, the ghost giggling when Pawmot passed through him and flopped onto the ground. The Close Combat was an easy prediction, honestly, but the audience cheered anyway, loving the spectacle. 
Nemona called,
“It’s all right Pawmot, we got this! Get ready!”
The energetic pokemon leapt back to his feet, fists raised, facing off against your ghost with a glare. 
You smirked a little, thinking to yourself that Nemona shouldn’t be so quick to assume Pawmot had this. You pointed and issued your order,
“Gengar, Dazzling Gleam!”
Nemona looked surprised, but she still took it in stride, quickly ordering,
“Double Shock!”
The two pokemon charged at each other, meeting in the middle of the battle court in an explosion of dazzling lights and crackling electricity. Your vision was bleached out from the brightness and when you could see again, Gengar had fallen, Pawmot panting and very weak but still standing. The audience gasped while Nemona cheered,
“Good work, Pawmot!”
Gengar returned to his ball; you were honestly shocked that the Dazzling Gleam hadn’t been enough to take Pawmot out. Though by the looks of it, he’d been very close. You sent out your Tauros Aqua Breed. Nemona eagerly ordered Pawmot to Volt Switch, but you called out,
“Aqua Jet!”
The shot of water struck Pawmot first, knocking the weakened pokemon out. Nemona laughed,
“Darn. Didn’t think you’d mess up there but was hoping anyway.”
You smiled and shrugged,
“You’d be disappointed if I did something that silly.”
“True, haha. Okay Meowscarada, go!”
You considered things for a moment. Nemona probably didn’t expect you to do something so silly as to keep Tauros in on her Meowscarada, either– she’d probably expect you to swap to your Volcarona. You knew she loved swapping to Palafin for that, so you decided to switch to Bellibolt. 
Unfortunately, it seemed you ended up over-predicting her. The Flower Trick that landed on Bellibolt hit hard, weakening it far too much, well past the point of recovery. With a sigh, you decided to leave him in, letting him faint to the next Flower Trick.
You swapped to Volcarona then– you wanted a clean switch for her anyway. This was also a beautiful opportunity. As Nemona recalled Meowscarada, you ordered,
“Quiver Dance!”
“Palafin, you’re in charge!”
The dolphin that materialized on the battle court was now in his fully-powered state, rippling muscles and tall, proud stance. He was a menace for your team and had often been the one responsible for your losses against Nemona. With your best counter already fainted, Nemona was looking pretty smug.
“Becha you wished you didn’t throw away Bellibolt so soon.”
You shrugged,
“Eh, easy come, easy go. I’ll manage.”
Nemona turned to her pokemon.
“Well, there won’t be any more Quiver Dances on my watch. Palafin, you know what to do!”
You pulled a small, glittering orb from your pocket. God, you’d waited for this moment for weeks. You’d laid in bed at night giggling about it as you imagined your silly plan, and you’d spent hours and hours painstakingly gathering the tera shards, bit by bit. 
Now it was finally time.
Settling your nerves, you carefully threw the tera orb, the energy crashing into your Volcarona.
You called:
“Volcarona, Solar Beam!”
The audience gasped at the mid-battle terastallization, the tera energy gathering around Volcarona and the crystals spreading rapidly across its body, finishing at the top with a glittering crown, her tera jewel: a bouquet of flowers. Then Volcarona glittered and shone even brighter as she gathered up sunlight for her Solar Beam, the Power Herb gripped in her little legs melding into the light as she charged, brighter and brighter, until it was almost painful to look. 
You could see Nemona’s eyes were wide, the light of your pokemon reflected in them.
Palafin’s Jet Punch struck your pokemon, but the move hardly even phased it. 
Then Volcarona unleashed its attack in return, the blast of energy engulfing the dolphin entirely. 
Palafin didn’t stand a chance, fainting immediately, and the students around you let loose some wild cheers. However, Nemona looked more excited than any of them by far. She leapt and cackled,
“Oh my god, Jules! That was incredible!!”
You grinned proudly, giggling,
“Thanks.”
“Seriously, I had no idea, when did you change her tera typing?!”
“Just last week.”
“Oh my god. That was so cool, and the Power Herb too!– it was genius, gahh! I can’t believe you– grhh, okay, we still have a battle to finish, but we’ll talk later, okay?”
You laughed,
“Okay.”
While your mid-battle victory over Palafin filled you with giddy energy (if you were honest, though, it had more to do with Nemona’s unrestrained glee than your victory), it was hardly a decided match. After Nemona had finished gushing over the cool moment, she got her head back in the game and sent out her Talonflame. You weren’t gonna sacrifice your Volcarona recklessly, so you swapped to your Krookodile. Nemona took advantage of the moment to get a Swords Dance off. She then ordered a Brave Bird, seriously weakening your Krookodile. Staying calm, you ordered,
“Stone Edge!” 
“What?!”
The move fortunately connected with the bird, dropping the pokemon instantly.
“I thought you were gonna Taunt! Since when are you packing Stone Edge?!”
You shrugged again, smiling.
“Told ya I made a few changes.”
Nemona groaned.
“You’re turning into a downright terror. Looks like I gotta get serious here.”
She tossed a ball, calling,
“Dragapult, time to get to work! Draco Meteor!”
After Krookodile fainted, you sent out your Tauros. Unfortunately, Nemona correctly predicted the Outrage, swapping into Orthworm on the hit, who took the attack easily. While your Tauros was still in a frenzy, she got up some late-game Stealth Rocks. Luckily Tauros calmed down soon after that, although he now was dizzy from the overpowered attack. You knew he needed a chance to rest, so you switched to your Corviknight, while at the same time Nemona brought Dragapult back in. 
You thought carefully about your next move. You only had Corviknight, Tauros and Volcarona left– she had Meowscarada, Dragapult, and Orthworm. It was a little awkward dealing with Dragapult, though. You decided to just go all out. Corviknight would live a Thunderbolt and get an attack off and Tauros would have to finish it off– he could do it, he had an Assault Vest– and you’d save Volcarona for the other two.
“Corviknight, Brave Bird!”
Your pokemon flapped her wings, rising higher and higher into the air, then fell into a swoop. From the other side of the battle court, Nemona shouted,
“Dragapult, Fire Blast!”
Your heart skipped a beat, not expecting that move at all. You watched as the bird dove directly into a massive fireball, the pokemon crying out in shock.
Corviknight never even reached Dragapult. The fainted pokemon returned to your ball.
“Fire Blast?”
Nemona smiled, hands on hips.
“I made a few changes too.”
“Mnnn . . .”
You sent your Tauros out. You ordered Outrage, desperately needing to take care of this Dragapult. Unfortunately, Nemona didn’t want to give you that chance, and swapped back into Orthworm once more, using Earthquake. The big Steel-type worm had been worn down enough by now that the Outrages managed to finish it off, but at what cost? 
Nemona sent her Meowscarada back out once Tauros’ rage had quelled. You were pretty sure it was over, but maybe you still had a chance with Volcarona. You ordered Tauros to Aqua Jet for some extra damage, waiting for the Flower Trick to finish him off. 
But Nemona hesitated. She seemed to think a moment, and then instead of Flower Trick, she commanded,
“Play Rough!”
You watched as Meowscarada’s cape shifted colors from green to light pink, and then the cat leapt forward, striking your Tauros down on the spot. You stared for a few moments in disbelief.
Then you looked up to Nemona.
“Your Meowscarada has Protean now?”
She looked so psyched, immediately answering,
“I’ve been waiting so long to show it off, I found an Ability Patch in a tera den!! It’s so great to finally tell you, I also equipped her with a– oh, whoops, probably shouldn’t blab that part yet. You’ll see, heheh!”
You chuckled, saying,
“That’s honestly awesome, but I think it’s gonna be a GG for me.”
You released your final pokemon, the Volcarona still sparkling with its crown of flowers. 
“C’mon Jules, you know what I always tell you, never call it early–”
“Yeah, yeah, it isn’t over ‘til it’s over. I know.”
Still, you knew that Protean sealed the deal. You could have taken out a grass-type Meowscarada in one hit, but not a Fairy-type Meowscarada. There was Dragapult waiting in the wings anyway. 
Releasing a little sigh, you smiled gently. You issued your command to Volcarona.
“Ok, Volcarona. Quiver Dance!”
Nemona shouted,
“Go, Meowscarada, Play Rough!”
The nimble feline charged as your Volcarona fluttered her wings and began her graceful dance. Meowscarada leapt into the air, claws extended, teeth bared . . .
But she missed. Your Volcarona swooped out of the way just in the nick of time. The gathered students uttered a collective ‘oooh!’ and Nemona gasped before yelling,
“Quick, Meowscarada, again, Play Rough!”
“Volcarona, Flamethrower!”
Volcarona was a lot faster now, and Meowscarada went down in flames before she could get her attack off. And suddenly the match was down to one-on-one. Nemona released her Dragapult while the crowd murmured. 
Even though misses were always a part of matches, you still felt bad, saying,
“Dang. Play Rough almost never misses, it should have been a safe bet . . .”
“Hey, no worries. Like I said, it ain’t over ‘til it’s over!”
She grinned, pulling her tera orb from her pocket. Right, hers was still charged. And her Drapagult had Choice Specs. Crap.
“Wait, your Dragapult’s still Tera Dragon, right?”
You knew she’d been toying with the idea of changing it to Tera Ghost, but you had no clue if she actually did.
Nemona just winked at you. She replied sneakily,
“Not telling.”
You groaned, then shook your head.
“O-okay, that’s fine, I don’t need you to! Let’s finish this.”
She took aim with her Tera Orb, and you made your choice.
Nemona flung the Tera Orb.
“Volcarona, Flamethrower!”
“Dragapult, Draco Meteor!”
Nemona’s pokemon transformed into its splendid, terastallized state, and your heart sank when you saw it still was crowned with a Dragon Tera Jewel. The Flamethrower struck the dragon but didn’t take it out. Oh boy. The massive meteors roared in the air, crashing into your Volcarona with a flurry of purple sparkles . . .
But once the dust settled, Volcarona was still flapping, tired but conscious! Not wasting another moment, you triumphantly shouted,
“Volcarona, Bug Buzz!!”
The final attack struck Dragapult down for good, to the jubilation of the crowds. 
Afterwards, you both headed to the cafeteria for lunch, Nemona ranting and raving about the match the whole way there. When you spotted Arven and Penny already eating, Nemona hurried over to their table to excitedly recount the story for them. You ate lunch and watched her with a silly smile, because few things in life were as wonderful as listening to Nemona talk about pokemon battling. She was so incredibly animated, putting her whole body into the story and acting out the key moments, her eyes crackling with a fiery spirit and her energy so overflowing that she kept squeezing her hands into fists and giving happy little jumps. 
It was so adorable and joyful that you could hardly stand it. 
“And then, then!” She swung her arms wide, making explosion noises,
“Blammgmmgmgm! Solar Beam blows Palafin straight outta the water, she had a Power Herb!!  Not even a second to react, he’s already gone, my jaw hit the floor! You guys you have no idea how awesome it was, I’ve been telling people forever now that Terastalizing can give us these ridiculously cool game-changing moments but all the Gym leaders are always like ‘Bla bla bla, we can’t Tera into anything other than our chosen monotype, bla bla bla’ like c’mon!! How are we supposed to get trainers excited for battle with terastallization if it’s always like that! Jules did exactly what I’ve been wanting people to do for so long, it felt like, like, something I’m gonna remember forever, you know?”
There was a moment’s pause when Nemona stopped to catch her breath. 
“So I’m getting the impression Nemona liked the battle,” Arven said dryly, sipping his drink. Penny chuckled.
“I’m not even finished yet, wait ‘til you guys hear the rest!!”
You somehow managed to make it through lunch without perishing from either Nemona’s praise or her adorable antics, but when you made it back to your dorm, you flung yourself onto the bed with a huge sigh. It was getting harder all the time to keep a lid on your feelings. It was gonna start affecting your battles soon at this rate, and Nemona was sure to notice that . . .
You felt a lump in your pockets and pulled out a sheet of paper.
“Oh, god, right.”
You unfolded the scribbly heart Nemona had drawn for you during class. You stared at it for a long time, and the other note you’d saved of the two of you as pokemon holding hands under a rainbow. It certainly felt like solid, undeniable proof that she returned your feelings, but at this point you second-guessed everything. Nemona had the habit of making some incredibly strong statements of affection about you. After you beat the E4 and had your first battle together as equals, she asked if you wanted to be rivals for life, and it practically felt like a marriage proposal. She’d only doubled down since then, casually telling you stuff like ‘I’ve relished every single day since you’d moved here’ or done stuff like rearrange her classes and delay her graduation just so she could graduate at the same time as you. You know, simple things like shift all her life plans just for you. 
You hopped off your bed, a determined look in your eye. You were gonna stop waffling. It was time to finally tell her. 
You had to do it right, though. Nemona was doing stuff like proclaiming that meeting you terastallized her heart. So you had to be big and bold too. You wanted to match her energy, and you wanted it to be unmistakable. You picked up some of your pokeballs, then headed back out to the Schoolyard. 
Once you’d stepped out into the open-air solarium, you immediately headed over to the garden area and found a quiet corner to work on your little project. You let your Frosmoth out of her ball. 
“Okay, Frosmoth. Let’s get back to work. Ice Beam. Nice and slow, just like we practiced.”
Your plan was pretty simple. It was something you saw on social media a few weeks ago: somebody had trained their Glaceon to create ice sculptures with its Ice Beam, and one of them was a big heart. It had seemed perfect to you, because what better time to confess to Nemona then in the middle of a pokemon battle? You’d envisioned it then, sending Frosmoth out and creating the sculpture, the look of Nemona’s surprised delight, and then you’d finally come clean to her, tell her everything. You’d tried to confess to her a ton of times already, true, but something always happened. Either it was misunderstood or you chickened out or your plans got derailed somehow. Most recently, you had planned to take her to Cortondo for those little lemon cakes she loved so much and tell her then. That had been right after you’d returned from your Area Zero picnic. But you’d both gotten so busy with exams after that, so it hadn’t happened. 
But it was fine. You had a better plan now and you were going to follow through this time. Frosmoth just had to perfect her technique and produce something other than lumpy ice blobs. It was rough going but you believed in her, you knew she’d get the hang of it. Eventually. 
Probably.
“Okay, Frosmoth, good effort! Let’s try again, I think if you slowed down a bit more and made sure to go back and forth, it won’t end up so lumpy . . .”
You glanced down at your phone, re-reading the blog post about teaching your pokemon to make ice sculptures. Nobody had ever tried to teach a Frosmoth before. You wondered if that mattered. Slowglobe had very different eyes from Glaceons, it might affect things. Hm. 
You eventually looked up again from your reading.
“Oh my gosh, Frosmoth! That’s so good!”
It was hardly as impressive as the photo in the blog, but it was way closer to a heart than she’d ever gotten before. Very lumpy and asymmetrical still, but if you squinted, it was almost recognizable!
While you were examining the ice sculpture and thinking about how to improve things, a familiar voice rang out from across the Schoolyard.
“Hey! Juliana, there you are!”
Your heart leapt in a panic. Oh, crap, crap, no– she couldn’t see this now, it wasn’t ready! You glanced around for a few moments trying to think of what to do, until some quick thinking saved you. You chucked a ball and said,
“Volcarona, u-uh, Flamethrower, right there! Quick!”
The large insect obediently released a fireball, melting the ice sculpture down. A few moments later Nemona had finished jogging over, saying,
“Oh, sorry, didn’t know you were training!”
You spun around, the pair of moths hovering behind you.
“Ahaha, i-it’s fine! We’re mostly just fooling around . . .”
Nemona nodded, crossing her arms and grinning.
“Great! ‘Cause I wanted to ask you about this weekend, when we go to Area Z– er–”
She suddenly stopped and glanced around furtively, then stepped closer, dropping her voice.
“I mean, our secret place. What time were you thinking?”
You blinked. Oh, right. You’d forgotten about that already. 
“Um . . . is Saturday morning okay? Early?”
You toed the gravel under your shoe and repressed the urge to say ‘as soon as possible for as long as possible.’
“Yeah, that’s fine! Like 8:00? We could go right after breakfast!”
You looked up at her and smiled,
“Sure!”
Nemona seemed very pleased.
“Awesome. Man, it’s gonna be so great to finally head back again. Poor Hellcat’s been waiting in their ball, I haven’t even been able to heal them since the nurses at the Pokecenters would notice something weird’s up . . .”
You nodded.
“Yeah. Don’t worry, we’ll bring lots of potions and food for them. And we can work on training them.”
Enthusiastically, she agreed,
“Yeah! Plus we can look for Roaring Moo–”
You held up a finger to your lips to hush her and she quickly stopped, giggling,
“Whoops, sorry.”
She stepped even closer to you and leaned in, whispering,
“We can look for Roaring Moon. And maybe whatever other exciting things we can find, heheh.”
Having Nemona this close and whispering sweet nothings to you– well, all right, they weren’t sweet nothings, but at this proximity they may as well be– was a lot to handle. You felt your cheeks warming and the world felt just slightly off-balance.
“Y-yeah! Okay, yeah! That sounds, um, good!”
Smiling, she said to you quietly,
“Perfect. See you then.”
She gave you a wink for the second time today, and you knew it made sense in context but man, she had better stop doing that. It was too dangerous for your heart. 
Once she’d departed, you turned back to inspect the slushy puddle that had been your ice sculpture. You sighed.
“Guess we gotta put this plan on hold ‘til after our trip.”
You returned your pokemon to their balls so you could start making preparations for your journey back to Area Zero.
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Pairing: Steve McGarrett x Reader
Summary: Steve doesn't want his baby girl to grow up just yet.
Warnings: none
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"Kalea!"
"Mom!"
Y/N looked up from her laptop to see her sixteen year old storming into the house with Eddie and Steve hot on her trail.
"You're dripping water on the floor Kalea-"
"Mom could you please talk to dad." Steve walked passed her heading straight to his wife to kiss the top of her head.
"I'm not following, what's the problem?"
"I got asked out on a date and he said that I can't go." Steve snorted and pulled up the seat next to Y/N who already had her eyes locked on him.
"Did you do your homework like I asked? Did you clean your room?" Kalea groaned, her face red with anger watching her father's stoic face; she knew that her dad had zero intentions on changing his mind.
"Did you?"
"No dad, I didn't."
"Exactly and keep this attitude up, you're looking at a lovely two weeks on house arrest." Y/N merely shrugged her shoulders at her daughter.
"You two are unbelievable, you both aren't like this when it comes to Kai!"
"Watch your tone." Y/N was beginning to get irritated with her snappy attitude. Kalea scoffed and murmured something beneath her breath and Steve immediately pulled up on it.
"Excuse me, what did you say young lady?"
"Nothing."
"It has to be something so say it, louder this time please so your mother and I could hear you."
"I said Kai could get away with murder and you two would let him since you already let him do his own thing." With that off her chest, Kalea stormed off up to her room and the resounding slam of her bedroom door filled the relatively quiet house.
"That just landed her four weeks of being grounded. She goes to school, soccer practice and straight home, that's it." Y/N turned to face her husband, placing her hand on his thigh and he immediately covered it with his.
"Sweetheart, I'm going to say this once and once only. She's sixteen Steve, she's bound to start going to parties with her friends and she's a beautiful girl, boys are surely lining up to take her out on dates." Steve rolled his eyes at her last statement; she was right, Kalea is at the age to start feeling out relationships and truth be told, he hated that fact.
"I hate you." Y/N chuckled locking lips with the grumpy man.
"You love me, now, go on up there and talk to your kid. Let her go out on the date and then you could ground her for her attitude and slamming the door." Rolling his eyes he did as directed by his wife.
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"How do I look?"
"Like a loser- ow!" Kai rubbed the back of his head where Steve tapped him for being rude.
"You look beautiful darling." Y/N fixed the strap on Kalea's dress before giving her a bone crushing hug.
"You look great kiddo."
"Thanks dad." Steve also wrapped his baby girl in his arms just as the doorbell rung. He watched as his wife moved to answer it and was semi pleased to see a decent looking young man with a bouquet of flowers standing in the doorway.
Y/N stepped over to her husband, watching on as their daughter accepted the flowers with a big smile on her face.
"Mom, dad, this is Josh. Josh these are my parents and that's my brother on the couch."
"It's a pleasure to meet you both Mr. and Mrs. McGarrett."
"Likewise Josh, you two have a good time tonight."
"By good time she meant enjoy the show at the beach not anything else and if you pull any funny business I will know and I will come after you. Are we clear?" Josh gulped in fear of the intimidating Commander who hadn't broken his eye contact with just yet.
"Crystal, sir."
"Good now get going, don't want you both to miss the show." The couple left and Kai headed up to his room with Eddie following him. Y/N securely wrapped her arms around his waist and Steve's hands found their place on hers.
"I still don't like this, my baby girl is not a baby anymore."
"She's always going to be the freckled face little girl that loved ponytails and glitter that we know and love no matter how old she gets Steve."
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sarsaparillia · 4 months
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title: gold star summary: Sam goes to college. Paulina… also goes to college. They're being very normal and very cool and very totally regular people about it. Obviously.
(It's a twelve-hour drive from NYU to Amity Park. A lot can happen in twelve hours.)
rating: M word count: 5000~ genre: roadtrip mutual pining notes: i was a nineteen year old queer in 2011, i know what i'm talking about here
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— . . . . . So. The thing is. Gas is expensive. That's the thing. Gas is expensive. Which isn't actually something Sam thinks about a lot, what with the whole inventor-great-grandpa-money thing. But gas is expensive, and Amity Park is a twelve-hour drive from New York on a good day, and Sam's parents would rather buy her love than legitimately pay her any attention, so she's got a really fast car that she can barely drive and pretty much zero applicable navigational skills. Getting home is a nightmare, is what Sam is saying. She's not enough of a douche to take the helicopter, okay? She's trying not to kill the planet! Which—okay, that's exactly why she's in this predicament in the first place. Paulina's lounging in the driver's seat of Sam's car, slouched back like she does this all the time, mirrored aviator sunglasses slid down her nose. Her hair is pulled back from her face into the most severe high ponytail that Sam's ever seen, and she's in tiny shorts and one of Sam's wrinkled old thrifted-plaid shirts. She might not be wearing a bra. Sam hates her whole life. No one should look that good before the sun is up. G-d, straight girls are the worst.
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bearded-shepherd · 2 years
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LET’S TALK: LOVE DEATH + ROBOTS VOL 3 (few spoilers)
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THREE ROBOTS: EXIT STRATEGIES >>
The first episode starts out super strong with everyone’s beloved robots! On their next stop, they’re visiting where all the sorry fukers hoarding all the money come to cower in isolation. The whole short was just jabs after jabs towards humanity, tech bros, and billionaires have me ded laughing… bet Musky boy is lovin this… on top of his ‘elongate’ thing (:
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BAD TRAVELING >>
I dunno how ya can put a whole ass movie in less that 14:00 min, but they did it somehow! Also, ya never really thought crabs can be so terrifying and yet so delicious at the same time. But anyways, the short took me on a loop (especially the ending).
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THE VERY PULSE OF THE MACHINE >>
Kids, drugs are a powerful thing; and if ya start hearing your dead friend spouting deep shit like it’s 3 o’clock in the morn on a weed session, then uh … idk it’s all vibes from there really.
Damn I can’t get enough of the visuals, stunning and trippy. What I really like about this short is that it take same story of dying in space. Most stories ya have the person float out into space, drifting further and further into the black ink… alone; But in this short, ya have the feeling of not being alone in an array of beauty ( even if it’s the drugs doing all the talking).
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NIGHT OF THE MINI DEAD >>
O man I fukin love this; just full fukin chaos out the wazoo. I love the literal aspect of it all. It’s like one of those shitty mobile games that is constantly advertised and ya know it’s false advertisement, but actually came to life (or in a mini short). I will honestly play the fuk out of a game like this.
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KILL TEAM KILL >>
If the Terminator, G.I Joe, and The Edge had a fuck up baby, this is it. What more can ya ask for; just 3 loving parents raising an edgy child. Pure fukin testosterone shooting up to ya brain creating a whole ass fever dream. This is Adult Swim gold right here.
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SWARMS >>
That Guy: Let’s exploit this alien race (presumably non sentient) for profit Everyone Else:  … da fuk you aint
Humans being humans I suppose. So  uh, we all skipped the sex part right?
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MASON'S RATS >>
First of all, what the hell was in the GMOs? Second, how did WW3 end? And third, how rich is this fuker to be able to buy all this tech?
Another thing, these rats hold ZERO grunges even if the main guy bought tech to literally commit rat genocide… like wot, did the rats not eat enough GMOs or somethin to think for a sec. Whatevs, that’s not the horrifying part, that goes to the Traptech guy and his tiny ponytail friend.
I can’t deny, I did laughed pretty hard on the long scene with the TT-15 over killing one of the rats tho.
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IN VAULTED HALL ENTOMBED >>
This is a long video game trailer right? Right? I mean Ya got ya generic male lead that was randomly created by  a COD character creation thing. HOWEVER, this short, the true lead is Cthulhu’s lost sibling Cbhubhu alright. My eye is on them and only them. But no seriously, if this was a game I would actually be interested in; I wanna know the story/world and I wanna get to kno… them.
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JIBARO >>
Now boy Howdy, this one fuked me. Girl out here fuking it up on the waters and slaying the boys in the yard. Can’t resist a lil jingle jangles in our brains and it goes strait to our jiggly asses; except for that one knight, he was deaf… (:(:(:
Anyways, fukin brilliant, I was on the edge of my seat the whole time. I love how confused the siren was when she realized the guy was just not reactive at all.
Honestly, this short haunted me the most (well besides the traptech guy…)
Overall, great season; I really enjoyed it and for me, a definite step up from the last season. It’s hard to choose a favorite on this one; but I do say, the true winner was the soundtrack. The music in each short just fit so well.
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Do you have any fav S4 moments. Obvi for me it's the dinner scene moment. They are so funny n obvious 🤣. I loved the scene in the bedroom. The dialog is just so!! I also loved the call back you did to that scene in 🍒 trees.. what are your favs??
tho not my fave season, S4 as a whole makes me so happy to remember cause it was the last time we all live-watched GG together and had an insane time. Waking up at 3am Monday morning, setting up my VPN and my untrustworthy live-stream and screaming with everyone and then screaming some more until like 6am my time on zero sleep........the best times actually 🥹
When S4 was hitting it was HITTING so I deffo have loads but for just my Brio heart yeah obviously the 4x06 Brio shenanigans like everything about that and that live-watch was the best. I remember the spy work we all did with the promo pics and the bathroom break clutch returning and WE WERE RIGHT and how nuts we all went over the domesticity of them eating side by side ahhhh. God I love that convo by the bookshelf it's sooooo good. When The Fingering™ happened and me and @matssonlukas were mid-convo and her stream was like 30 seconds ahead and we were SO UNHINGED! 😂
All of 4x07 including the absolutely ridiculous experience of Amazon dropping it 3 days early so half of us had watched and half got spoiled early and were like WHAT'S HAPPENING (I'm still super bitter that that live-watch of such an incredible episode got stolen from us but hey-ho)
Smurfing! Sexy Pool! The wild Kitchen scene in 4x05! 4x09 boxing SHE KNOWS! Basketball Rio! Rio crying in the club! Ponytail! I told you didn't need him! He's in our way! YOU GOT IT BOSS 😭
There's more but yeah what a time to be alive
And thank you so much! I'm kind of splitting that inspo between what I did in part 3 and what will happen in part 5 👀
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things about the fell xenologue i wrote 3 months ago
spoilers for the entire thing of course :
Nel didn't lose her memory after sleeping 1000 years, which means Alear losing their memory was likely due to them being transferred Divine dragon power instead of their natural type, as opposed to Rafal and Nel both being Fell dragons, of the same father no less.
speaking of Alear, xeno!Alear is confirmed to have been a fully Divine dragon, which means either they're Lumera's blood relative, or adopted from within the same tribe. i like the latter option better.
also about dragons, why are the xeno!Fell kids born as twins and why would that not apply to other dragon tribes ?
why're the fell-tainted emblems speaking ? That was never explained was it ? ( i do love how much of a struggle it is for them though )
the fact that they can't even be cleansed ??
what happened to them in the end ? we know that Rafal split the power he obtained from them between him and Nel, but where did the bracelets themselves go ? Are they just left behind in mirror Elyos all on their own ? pretty dark if they've just essentially been put down forever in an empty world... ( i've been seeing some people say that the bracelet emblems teleported to our Elyos and THEN we woke them up, but i thought Marth said emblems COULDN'T withstand travelling between worlds ? unless all the bracelet emblems are like Sombron's Zero Emblem i don't see how that would happen. )
Zelestia is an ADHD icon, and reps intense outward display of emotion, and I love her ok. I met her for the first time and i was like, oh ! she's her own character, not "good Zephia", she just looks like her ! and i love that for her. there's something about her i really appreciate and i'm not sure what it is.
just felt "eh" about Gregory during the story, but watching his supports made him so much more interesting to me, now i'm endeared
( why the hell is his name Gregory btw, who thought that was a good idea ?? )
Nel likes Timerra's singing ! good for her.
i understand why the Four Winds are only recolors ( barring Mauvier who is literally the same in every universe ), but MAN i wish they got new outfits. also the naming convention makes no sense to me. why did only 3 characters get new names ?
in the same vein, i understand why all the other alt characters look basically the same with some minor changes but damn they really would've benefited from more change. i mean you have a model for Timerra without her ponytail accessories for example, now would've been the perfect time to use it. in fact there's models for all the characters without their head accessories. and would it have been so hard to make Hortensia's hair a solid color ? stuff like that.
i thought Alear was a little out of character with Nel at first, it's not really in their nature to retaliate in arguments, usually they'd just take it in stride and keep being friendly.
every 2 seconds i forget Rafal's name and i don't know why
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Boopy's dumb thoughts on Pokemon Violet
It’s MY blog – and MY birthday – and I get to talk about the latest Pokemon release over a month after it came out because I want to!!!
Feel free to ignore, agree, disagree, leave your own thoughts, tell your friends you love them, eat a nice meal, etc, etc.
Spoilers for the game! Also not bothered to proofread lol
Ok so I’m gonna start off with the stuff I didn’t like very much. Gonna try keep it brief because I otherwise really enjoy the game and a lot of my takes are common in the fandom
I have seen CGI from 2002 power rangers specials that look better than this game
Frame rate is crunchier than gravel sometimes
Honestly,it’s embarrassing that a game from 2022 looks and runs this badly
Especially since PLA released earlier that year, and while not perfect, it ran much better
SV definitely needed an extra year or two in the oven
I hate how most houses can’t be entered and that most shops are menus
Wish you could pet your mons again, not just wash them
WHY IS PUTTING BREAD ON A SANDWICH SO DIFFICULT
In the options at the start of the game where you’re asked by someone (might be Nemona, can’t remember) what dream you have, why can’t you answer with ‘be a trophy spouse for a hot champion’?!
Steven should cameo in this game (I will NOT debate this)
Really miss the catching mechanic from PLA, woulda worked amazing here
I love that Pokemon is going in a more genderfluid direction when it comes to character customization (and NPCs too)
But I wish there was a skirt option for the unifotms (and not just for the f! mc, for everyone!)
Also the uniforms are so ugly… please let us change out of em soon gamegreak!
I actually… don’t like Penny that much
Out of the trio, she’s the least like a friend
She’s also the least interesting member of Team Star
And she’s kinda mean :/
AI Turo (AI Sada in Scarlet) saying the real one actually loved Arven in the end felt like a complete lie to me – I couldn’t believe it not one bit – ruined the story a bit honestly
Ok, now it’s on to the positive stuff
Wish Miraidon would make a funny honk noise like a clown car
also i have mad beef with ed sheeran so his somg being included was NOT appreciated
ARVEN
Man I just love this guy
Hence why you can now request him!
The enemies-to-best-friends arc is amazing!
He’s fun and passionate and caring and a bit of a tsundere and I love him!
And his Mabostiff? Precious boi!
That whole story with him and his doggy had me tearing up by the end
And the stuff with his dad was heartbreaking
I love Nemona too!
Such a fun rival!
She’s a quirky tomboy with a great design
Lowkey love that she’s from a rich family
I love how she’s basically obsessed with you
The animation of her ponytail is so pleasing
Her and Arven debating who was the better friend was lowkey hilarious
Any game with a cooking mechanic is automatically top-tier
I have made some RANK sandwichs and it’s so funny every time
The absurdity of the Clive/Clavelle thing had me dying istg
IRON VALIANT
I R O N  B U N D L E
Paradox Pokemon in general honestly, brilliant idea all around
Loved Area Zero, especially the deeper you got
It was so sparkly!
I loved the designs of most of the towns
I loved Artazon, Porto Marinada and Cascarafa the most
Your home is so cute!
Terastalization is fun and dumb and I love the goofy, sparkly hats
The ghost tera-hat being the gen 1 ghost sprite is great!
Tera-raids are great craic!
Loved playing online with friends
It was so fun to travel together!
Love the face/hair customizations
Especially since you can customize right away and don’t have to wait until you reach the first salon like two hours in!
I don’t think there was a bad mon this gen
Here’s some Pokemon I really liked
Clodsire
Fuecoco (the whole line actually)
Fidough & Dachsbun! (probs my faves)
Greavard!
Goldango (silly lil cheesestring man)
Miraidon
Lechonk
Smoliv
Toadscool
Klawf
Tatsugiri
Tandemaus and maushold
Bellibolt
Brute Bonnet
Cetoddle (baby!)
The dogs in this game are peak, gonna do a dog-only playthrough someday
The Academy is amazing!
I enjoyed the lessons and the teachers!
The fact that the Home Ec teacher is an extremely buff guy is amazing
Love the Psyduck librarian
And the Gengar who did the night duty!
Loved the gym leaders so much too!
Larry, Grusha and Ryme are probably my favourites
Iono’s gym test was so funny I loved it
The designs of the human characters this gen were PEAK
I want Dendra’s outfit, Eri’s outfit, Grusha’s outfit, Katy’s outfit, Miriam's outfit, Sada’s AND Turo’s outfits
I am a big baby, so I loved skipping basically all the battles with random trainers lol
Man that ending with the AI Turo reveal and fight was so fucking sick omg
I enjoyed every single path in this game
Great music
The final cutscene of The Way Home was… so good
Riding on Miraidon was so fun!
Clavelle asking what Cheugey meant was unreal
I like the idea of champion being an official rank, and multiple champs existing
Yeah, the graphics aren’t great, but damn some of the areas in the game are still so beautiful
I loved how the sky looked and changed too
In case you forgot
I R O N  B U N D L E
Ok so in summary, this game has serious issues that really should not be present in such a recent game HOWEVER the characters and story were amazing, there were some awesome Pokemon, and it was super fun and enjoyable to play.
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As a little black girl, my mother would style my hair. She braided and decorated it with colorful beads. When I became a teenager, she let me style my own hair, which I hadn’t learned how to do.
Most days, I wore a ponytail and when my hair got too nappy, I’d ask her to give me a perm to straighten it.
I noticed that my hair would fall out and often was dry, so I stopped straightening it with perms and flat irons. I also tried different hair products in hopes of restoration.
At this time, I watched reality shows like Real Housewives of Atlanta and Love and Hip Hop: the World.
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Seeing the beautiful black women on television influenced me to buy my first wig. I used it to cover up the issue.
Of course, whenever I took the wig off to wash my hair, I found that it still fell out. I felt that I had done all I could, maybe leaving my hair alone would allow it to heal.
✨In 2020, I started my loc journey. ✨
WORK— At this time, I was an in-home caregiver for an agency.
When I had done my interview, I was wearing a wig. After loc’ing my hair several months later, I had come into the office to speak with my black boss who also wore wigs and weaves.
She took one look at me and said, What is going on with your hair? I ignored her to protect my feelings.
My hair was short and uneven due to the breakage.
Another time, I had given my white client a compliment stating, I like what you’ve done with your hair today, it looks nice. She had curled it.
To which she responded, Thank you, I’d like to get a hold of yours and do something with it... I’d straighten it.
It was difficult to wear my natural hair out without it being straightened especially, because I had grown so confident and comfortable in wearing wigs.
With those responses on top of my self-image, I had to constantly remind myself that I had started my loc journey to heal my hair and THAT was a great purpose.
DATING— I dated during this time, but I thought my hair made me unattractive so, I used old pictures of me on dating apps. This made me feel like I was catfishing people. With that, I realized I needed to take a break and accept myself first.
BEFORE &AFTER
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✨ I approached each day with a “this is me attitude” allowing myself to feel more comfortable with being me. ✨
When I washed my hair, there was ZERO breakage and as the months passed, my boss had started to wear her hair out too.
As of today, my hair has grown four noticeable inches since.
In this story, I learned to not only accept myself but to listen to what my hair was telling me.
What I was doing before was hurting it and taking my hands off was a way to listen.
In standing out against black American cultural norms, I inspired someone else to also without even intending to.
AND, I was able to find a partner that cares for me and my hair. That is to say that,
when I accepted and stood by the choice I made to heal, I could meet someone interested in me— not an illusion. 🌻
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Addicted to You Part 6
Summary: Esang is the maid of honor in her best friend’s wedding what happens when she meets the sexy best man?
A/N: This story is for @choicesgodfanatic​ one of my 500 follower giveaway winners hope you love it
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Esang stood in the kitchen making breakfast her phone buzzed on the table
Are you excited for your date? What are you wearing shall we go shopping?
Esang giggles as she texts back
Focus on your wedding MC I can handle my date
But but shopping
Focus on your wedding I’ve got this
There’s a pause and Esang groans
You’re already at my door aren’t you?
With Zack and Kaitlyn
Esang laughs as she goes to open the door and MC, Zack, and Kaitlyn all come in
Zack grins “Time to help you get ready for your date!”
Esang sighs “But I don’t feel like going anywhere”
Kaitlyn giggles “Oh don’t be lazy now let’s go”
“Can I at least eat first?”
MC smiles “Well hurry we don’t have all day”
Esang laughs as she returns to her food
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Shakarree eyes himself in the mirror taking in his blazer jacket Hmmm I think this is good He takes a deep breath why am I so nervous I’m gonna take this beautiful girl out she already likes me and I like her we can do this
Shakarree let’s out his breath and heads out the door. He drives over to her apartment and he sends her a text message
Hey outside beautiful
Cutie ok I’m heading downstairs
Shakarree smiles as he waits for her. He looks up and sees her in a dark purple dress her hair up in a long ponytail. She gets into the car and smiles “Hi”
Shakarree looks at her mesmerized by her beauty
She giggles “Shakarree?”
“Oh sorry it’s just you look beautiful”
“Thanks and you’re handsome”
“Thanks I try my best”
“Now where is it we are going?”
“How about dinner then we could take a walk”
Esang smiles “I love that”
Shakarree smiles then drives off to the restaurant they arrive and the hostess leads them to a table and hands them menus “Someone will be here to take your order shortly”
Shakarree takes her hand “You really do look beautiful tonight”
Esang blushes “Thanks”
They order their food and begin digging in Shakarree smiles “I’m glad you came out with me tonight”
“Me too honestly this is the most fun I’ve ever had with a guy”
“Really? Have you dated before?”
“One but that guy is a dick he was talking to other females and one of my friends when we were together then dated another girl didn’t say anything to me”
“He is a dick”
“Yup and when that relationship didn’t last he dated another girl which also didn’t last and then started sending me messages and when I didn’t answer sent me nasty ass pics to get my attention have zero contact with him”
“Why did you even date a perv like that?”
“We were friends when we went to school now he’s changed into some pervy weird goth guy yuck” Esang shudders
“A guy like that doesn’t deserve a beautiful amazing girl like you”
Esang smiles “Thanks what about you have you dated before?”
“Yeah but I don’t even want to count that hoe as a relationship fucked every guy she could get her hands on”
“Wow we both have horrible exes”
“Yup but we have to get through them” He takes her hand “To get to each other”
“I’m glad we found each other”
“Me too you ready to get out of here?”
“Yeah let’s go”
They pay for their meal and head out into the park walking hand in hand in a comfortable silence
Shakarree smiles “It’s a nice night isn’t it”
“It is this is so nice”
Esang rest her head on his shoulder “I love spending time with you”
“Me too”
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“MC hurry it’s about to come on!”
Chris sits in the living room with a bowl of popcorn getting ready to watch their favorite movie
“I’m coming has it started yet!”
“No but you’ll miss things if you don’t hurry”
MC quickly runs out into the living room Chris opens his arms for her and she settles into his embrace. Then she gasps “Chris! Have you been eating the popcorn? You couldn’t wait!”
Chris chuckles “But it’s good popcorn and it’s not my fault you took so long”
MC playfully shoves him and points to the kitchen “Go microwave us some more”
“Me? You’ve got two legs you do it”
“But you’re the one who ate it so this falls on you”
Chris smirks “You have no proof”
“Why you” MC tackles him on the couch spilling the popcorn bowl
“MC! You’re getting popcorn all over me now you have to make more”
“No”
Chris smirks and tickles her sides
“Chris!”
“Are you gonna make more?”
“Ok ok you win”
Chris smirks “That’s right the quarterback always wins”
MC smirks as she stands “You’re more like a half back”
“Ha ha”
“No you’re a third back”
Chris rolls his eyes “Are you done with the puns”
“Not my fault eight back”
“Don’t make renew my attack on you”
MC playfully sticks out her tongue and puts another bag of popcorn in the microwave
“And don’t think you’re not cleaning this up it was all your fault”
MC laughs as Chris chuckles
The sound of knocking interrupts their laughter Chris stands “Who could be here this late?”
Chris opens the door and sees Becca standing there
“Becca what are you?”
“Hi Chris!” She pushes past him “I was just in the neighborhood and I wanted to stop by”
MC steps from behind the counter “Becca really can you”
“Oh hello MC” She sees the popcorn filled living room “Don’t you ever clean this place honestly I thought you’ll be at least good at that”
MC is about to snap when Chris jumps in “Becca don’t come in here and start criticizing my fiancé now what do you want?”
“Well can’t an old friend visit?” She takes off her coat “MC take this for me hun” She pushes it into MC’s hands “And get us some drinks would you?”
“Becca! This is not your house and MC is not the maid” Chris grabs the coat from MC “Look if you come here to be rude and snotty you can leave” He pushes the coat back into her hands
“But Chris”
“Get out” He shoves her out the door
“I was 2 seconds away from punching her”
Chris smiles as he pulls her in for a hug “Now that I’ll love to see but forget her I’ll help you clean up the popcorn and we can enjoy our movie”
“Thank you Chris I love you”
“I love you too”
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I think I am prepared to say that I am kinda not okay. I have been way worse, and there are so many people who have it far, far worse right now, so conisder what all is under the read more as just me needing to type someplace out somewhere besides my journal. It’s long.
I have been off for the past few days. At least, I think it's been the past few days; it's hard to tell because my sense of time is a little fucked right now. I know it’s hormonal, partially. Holler at me if you want links to abstracts about how people with ovaries still firin’ off the ol’ eggs can find their ADHD made worse with hormones at different parts of the cycle.
That may be part of it, but I also know it’s not just that. I feel a bit isolated because I am, despite being able to go out a lot more than I was a few weeks ago.
I’m away from the two friends other than my spouse I was able to see in person on a regular basis.
I have finished all my classes with my most supportive professor.
My closest fellow classmate graduated at the end of last semester.
There’s also some frustrations with living in a new place, many of which are just me being a judgmental, awkward jackass who doesn’t know how to talk to people.
I have yet to see a single outfit on a white person (singled out because this town is very white, I am also white, and the majority of the people who aren’t white who I’ve seen down here have been killing it, fashion-wise) that deviates even a little bit from the median here.
Just sensible ponytails on everyone with long hair.
Not one punk. Not one butch. Not one goth.
I admittedly live in the suburbs, and I’m sure if I got in closer to the city, I would see more variety.
Because I am southern, and have a southern U.S. accent (hybrid costal southern and southern Appalachian, if anyone wants specifics), I feel like I’m getting looked at like I’m insane. It’s true, I do fill silences with little southern quips, often self-depreciating.
I am one of the few, non-50+ people who still wears a mask indoors. I make a point to smile under it, including with my eyes, and it seems to weird people out?
There have been several strangers who have been absolutely lovely and kind to me, and I appreciate every one of them, and I hope to return the favor / pay it forward.
I brought one of my cats to their new local vet, and was hit with a longing for our previous vet that felt like homesickness. She was so, so lovely, adored both our cats, including my vicious old granny cat, and always complimented any of my rainbow gear, and was always so kind to me about being a pretty neurotic cat parent. There was nothing WRONG with this vet, she was very professional, and she might grow to be fond out our cats in time, but… she just wasn’t Dr. Katie, or Rachael, the incredible angel of a tech.
I’ve joined a local discord server, but it’s pretty enormous, and I’m not sure when I’ll be able to make it out to one of their events. Some folks have been pretty nice, so I’m hoping to maybe make some local friends there.
Then there’s the sense of self / aging / paranoia / worry / feelings of horrible inadequacy.
Much as I do not want to have my sensible ponytail anymore, I am now weirdly afraid that, at 42, my usual pixie cuts will just be seen as “how do you do, fellow kids” trying to seem younger than I am.
I usually give zero fucks what anyone thinks of my appearance as long as I like it, and usually that doesn’t even matter to me because, unless there are mirrors present, I don’t really have to look at it either.
Why the fuck am I afraid that if I go to the gender-affirming, trans-friendly salon staffed with they/them hair artists that I’m gonna get judged? That if I show them a picture of Benthe De Vries’ haircut that they will be laughing about me in the back?
I’m still in pain from the physical efforts of moving (which, given that those efforts aren’t really done yet, kind of makes sense). Apparently I am now of an age, and so out of shape, that those efforts make me feel like I’ve been pushed down a never-ending staircase like in that Don Hertzfeldt “Rejected” cartoon. I have also apparently fucked up my right wrist by lifting things too heavy for me, and that is my dominant hand, so while I have it braced, it’s not really something I can rest.
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I still haven’t gotten an internship or a job, speaking of “Rejected,” but a lot of that is because I haven’t applied to very much. I’ve been reworking my resume, but at this point, I pretty much have to admit that I’m procrastinating because if I don’t try, when I fail, I can tell myself that it’ll be fine, as long as I try my hardest next time.
I’ve been having a lot of physical dysphoria lately. Rationally, I know that by its very definition, there is no NB body type. Right now, though, I really feel like my body type should be… not this. I am short, I have wide hips, and I have cartoonishly large tits that even a custom binder can’t really mitigate.
Reduction isn’t really an option unless I can make a medical case for it through insurance, which I might be able to do. But there’s other shit that I worry about, unfounded, as well. If I get a reduction, will my spouse still find me attractive? I feel like an asshole for even wondering that, because while it took him a while to get his head around the whole NB thing, it’s been like… ten years, and it’s not really fair of me to be mad at him for having needed some time to sort out his feelings. Especially when we’ve talked about it.
The discords I’m in have quieted down a lot, and that’s normal, lulls happen, there’s a lot of shit going on in the world. But my fucked up little brain keeps whispering that it’s somehow my fault.
I really need to quit looking at Twitter, because at this point watching the latest shit go down in the TTRPG community involving Velvetine Firebird and Some Guy is depressing. I’ve spent hours just going through and blocking and reporting horrible people, despite knowing that they’re just gonna be back with another account. I don’t engage with them, I know better than that, at least, but why the fuck do I still look at twitter??
I’m just feeling tired, and gross, and old, and kinda a bag of low-key despair.
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A Four Letter Word chapters 2 & 3
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Chapter 2
She did, however, meet the requirements—blonde, leggy, beautiful, and smart—but has zero sense of humor, and her personality didn't shine. Evan needs the exact
opposite of Amanda; someone who is funny like him and shines like he does.
Hey hey hey... no. We don't trash on other women just to make yourself look better in comparison.
I grab my winter coat and my purse. "Yep, let's go." I’m as ready as I’m going to be.
Chapter 2 summary: They leave the sexy costume shop and go to Dave & Busters (an arcade that sells mid-scale quality food, but also has a bar, so it's for sure a more mature place than a place like Chuck E Cheese). Evan perks up a little bit now that he's no longer being tortured into wearing a literal loincloth. Zoey thinks that it's weird at how self-conscious he is over the entire thing, and thinks that he should be on the cover of a magazine... but ignoring the fact that it's psychological about not wanting to be mostly naked in front of strangers.
She goes on for a while about how when they were in high school, she always felt like she was in Evan's shadow. But when they got to college and were in different classes, she had her chance to shine. And holy fucking shit, nobody cares.
Later, Zoey's friend Ashlee does her hair. Zoey complains that Jane would not have had access to a curling iron in the jungle, but Ahslee insists that she's doing her to look like the female lead in “One Million Years BC”. Also, Ashlee's costume is “sexy cowgirl”, if anybody gives a shit. (I don't.)
Chapter 3
Although Ashlee is a one-man woman, and right now her one man is Jim. The two of them have been going out for a few months now. But as we continue to make our way through the busy streets, she surprises the shit out of me when I ask her if Jim is meeting us there as well. She matter-of-factly states that they have broken up. It is a complete surprise and news to me. When I ask her why, Ashlee simply says he wasn't her soul mate. She just knew he wasn't the one. She will find her soul mate soon, she promises.
At this point, so long as we don't have a repeat of the shitty best friend who continuously tries to undermine the main character's love life for her own shitty gain... We're good.
I don't care about any of this, but still. This is passing that particular bar.
"Ooooo, someone already knows about butt squeezes." Then the bee smacks my ass.
Quick question: would any of you slap the butt of a person that you literally just met not even two seconds ago?
“Mmmmm, mmmmm, mmmm, aren't they just delicious?"
[Image description: Kristen Wiig on Saturday Night Live, wearing a bad blonde wig and a baby pink top. She has a look of absolute shock, disgust, and horror on her face. Image is captioned with “I had to read this and so do you”.]
"When your monkey's giving you a 'hard' time, do you spank it, or can I spank your monkey for you?"
[Image description: Emma Stone with her red hair in a ponytail and a ribbon in it, while wearing a yellow shirt. She has a look of disgust and horror on her face. Image is captioned with “I had to read this and so do you”.]
Her eyes finally blink, and then four words come out of her mouth. "Found my soul mate."
My eyes travel the expanse of the room and zone in on what or who she's looking at, and that's when I see a very gorgeous blonde cowboy.
I'm all for absurd meet-cutes, but not only deciding to date somebody simply because they're wearing the same kind of costume as you are, but also deciding that you guys must be SOUL MATES is beyond weird and shallow.
I look up at Evan and he smiles back. Yep, I believe in soul mates.
Chapter 3 summary: Ashlee and Zoey walk to the party, and as they go, Ashlee gives a last-minute warning about the party hosts, Geoffrey and Patrick. Inside the apartment, Geoffrey shows up and he basically... “gays all over the place” is a phrase that pops into mind. (My phrase, not the books.) Like everything else in the book, this takes up way too much time, is cringe inducing, and after about two paragraphs of this, I started skimming and searching for the actual plot. Patrick, his boyfriend/husband shows up and the two of them basically start dry-humping in front of everybody, which only just makes it worse.
Evan shows up with his brother, Brett, and Brett's girlfriend, Nina. Brett and Nina are “doctor” and “sexy nurse”, as if the book needed to highlight the disparity between men's and women's costumes. Anyway, Brett makes a fuss over the literal lingerie Zoey is wearing, which is fair.
But then everybody suddenly leaves for various reasons, and Zoey is left alone with Evan. Since Ashlee had run off with the cowboy, and had called him her “soul mate”, Evan asks if Zoey believes in soul mates. She scoffs over the idea, but inwardly thinks that Evan is hers.
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