#Somebody get that man a goldfish

[celaenaeiln]

What do you think of Slade and Dick’s relationship ok the comics? Dick somewhat killed his first child, was friends with his second and mentored his third so idk about you but I’d feel like Slade would have some pretty twisted feelings towards him by then even without the whole apprenticeship thing

It's weird? I can't really pin it down because Slade and Dick are kinda everything. They're enemies, allies, friends, as well as mentor and student. Dick is the one that Slade is closest to in the entire family. They're so close that Bruce actually called Dick to ask him for information about Slade.

Deathstroke (1991) Issue #7

"Dick--I need information. Tell me about Deathstroke. I remembered you fought against him several times...as well as fighting alongside him recently."

Bruce...do you need that calming tea because you're mad at criminals or because you're mad that Dick had dealings with Deathstroke?

Anyways, after Bruce hangs up on Dick, guess who Dick calls?

Deathstroke (1991) Issue #7

Wintergreen!

Who also lies to Adeline about someone calling Slade because she's mad at him.

Deathstroke (1991) Issue #7

So Dick and Slade have a tight mutual enemies but also friends relationship. And this was after joey died.

After Grant died, Slade was furious at the Titans and hated them for a while

The New Teen Titans (1980) Issue #2

He then uses this hate to plan and trap the Titans into the way of a specialized bomb but the titans escape. Afterwards comes the Judas Contract where he tries to kill all of them but fails.

However between Grant's death and the formation of Nightwing in Judas contract there's a very important scene between Dick and Slade. Even though Slade hates the Titans and blames from for Grant's passing, he still respects Dick an incredible amount. A year after Grant dies, Slade seeks out Dick individually.

Deathstroke (2016) Issue #19

So basically he finds out about Rose and the first thing he does is dump her on Dick. This ties into Dick's comic Renegade era because Dick as Robin has trained Rose when she was a kid in the rights and wrongs and how to be a good person but Slade as usual has the conscience of a goldfish so he changed his mind after he grew a little more separated after Grant's death. He now decided to push Rose into his ways.

Nightwing (1996) Issue #112

Instead of morals, he now wants Dick to teach her skills, tactics, and fighting techniques because even at his maddest moments, Slade has always respected Dick.

Nightwing (1996) Issue #80

The change from Slade asking Dick to teach Rose only his moral to teaching her his everything is a testament to how much Dick has grown from Robin to Nightwing. One of the most formidable villains ever is asking his long time enemy to teach his daughter. That's-there aren't enough words to express the weight of these scenes.

So Slade heavily respects Dick. He actually respects him the most out of the family despite what happened with Grant.

He respects Dick so much he was absolutely furious at Dick that he got himself shot and got amnesia.

How do we know this? It came out against his fight with Batman.

Batman Secret Files Issue #3

Wait, who's the great man that lost everything?

Batman Secret Files Issue #3

"You're going to got try and kidnap somebody you think I care about. So get to it. What do you think you can offer me? Why would I say yes?"

Batman Secret Files Issue #3

HE'S SO MAD THAT JOKER EXPLOITED HIS CARE FOR DICK AND HE'S SUPER MAD AT DICK AND BRUCE FOR HAVING THE JOKER FORCE HIS HAND.

He got himself involved so he could control the damage without seeming like he cares too much because he has a reputation to upkeep.

Slade really cares about Dick.

That's not to say he doesn't hate Dick at times. When Dick turned his daughter away from him, he got so furious he made a society of supervillains just to bomb Bludhaven. His rage was explosive (haha). He even used Damian to get to Dick.

Batman and Robin (2009) Issue #12

Talia gets it.

Batman and Robin (2009) Issue #12

Batman and Robin (2009) Issue #12

But at this point Dick's just like seriously? screw off.

Batman and Robin (2009) Issue #12

At this point Dick literally doesn't give a shit-he's just so done with everything.

Batman and Robin (2009) Issue #12

Going back to post Grant's death, Slade still kinda sees himself as a mentor or like an older friend to Dick.

After the JL failed to contain Deathstroke, the Titans had to step in and Slade's thoughts about Dick are so funny

Deathstroke (1991) Issue #14

More than hating each other, it's more like Slade is a nuisance to Dick and he really only acts out when he thinks Dick's taken away one of his kids. They have a really long and complex history where their stories are deeply interwoven with each other. Dick has influenced the pivotal moments of Slade's life and Slade has done the same to Dick.

This moment from their team up in the Titans (1999) comic explains their dynamic best

Titans (1999) Issue #10

Dick keeps all of Slade's stuff to study but treats him with a healthy amount of suspicion while still helping him out and being on opposite sides.

Titans (1999) Issue #10

lol

Dick is sort of responsible for Grant's death, yes, but also Dick is Joey's best friend, Rose's second parent, allies with Wintergree, and helped save Adeline. He's involved with Slade's entire family.

Yeah Slade's feelings toward Dick are pretty confusing but I guess you can think of Slade's relationship with him as Slade's hero confidant. He also feels some sort of responsibility over Dick which is weird. Their history is too tight and closely connected for Slade to ever permanently hate Dick but his bouts of rage mainly come from him feeling betrayed by Dick.

Overall, Slade just wants Dick's attention, and Dick for the most part just wants Slade to stop pestering him.

#dick grayson #nightwing #slade wilson #deathstroke #cl anon asks #thanks for the ask! #bruce wayne #batman #dc titans #grant wilson

[onthecourtbugs]

Hey girl so I was thinking a tall reader with Nash and Jason possibly maybe more of jabberwock I haven’t seen a lot of people write for the rest of them..probably because they barely got any screen time like how Nash n Jason did,but if you can try that would be nice!!

Tall Gyal

Pairing: Jabberwocks x Tall!FemReader

Warning(s): None

A/N: You’re absolutely correct, we don’t see a lot for them! Allen’s is kinda short tho, ngl.

Summary: The Jabberwocks like tall girls too, don’t even lie and say they don’t.

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Jason

Still pinching and smacking and grabbing you everywhere. You thought being tall was gone save you? Uh-Uh. If anything, this makes it worse.

Or better? Maybe you like that.

Jay certainly does. It’s nice to not have to lean over or bend his knees to get a little action.

He loves it!

What he doesn’t love is the fact he can’t hide nothing from you. He’s used to putting stuff up high where he’s the only one who can reach it. Out of sight out of mind, right?

Wrong, cuz you can pull up a chair and see just fine. That and he’s not very original with his hiding spots so he’s practically inviting you to see all the snacks, surprise gifts and stuff you’re not supposed to know about.

He still hasn’t gotten used to the fact that someone else can and will reach up in his zone and take all his goodies 😫

You got that man frantically opening cupboards and swiping the empty spaces on top multiple times cuz he swore he put his Cheetos up there!

“Y/n!”

“Whut?” Laid out on the couch with the remote and an orange bag, watching your favorite show without a care in the world. The great thing about Jason’s place? Everything is bigger than you, even the shower.

“You seen my Cheetos?!”

You roll up the half-empty Cheeto bag with loud, telltale crinkles and start on licking your fingertips clean of evidence. “Nope! Check the cupboards!”

“I looked there already!” He sticks his head in the living room and glares at you as you quickly tuck the bag under your body.

You pull your thumb out with a loud pop. “What?”

“Don’t ‘what’ me! I saw that!”

You smile, not even the least bit guilty. “I figured since Nash put you guys on that special diet, you wouldn’t need them anyway?”

“Nash don’t run nothing up in here!” He snatches the remaining Cheetos from underneath you and looks pitifully at them. “Damn, girl! You put a hurting’ on these didn’t you? Always eating my stuff…"

“Didn’t you take my goldfish and never gave em back?!”

“Mannn, why you bringing up old beef?”

“It was last night…”

“Like I said, in the past.”

You just want to snatch his piercings off sometimes.

Zach

He prefers tall girls anyway. Not to say he won’t go for average/short girls, but he def has a favorite in tall babes, and an even bigger favorite in you.

When you’re his girl, it’s a wrap, DMs are closed. Ain’t nobody else getting in.

He looks scary to some but trust me, he is totally and irreversibly whipped for you.

Makes grumpy grunts and whines and moans when he doesn’t wanna do something but ultimately does it anyway.

Gives you plenty of attitude when he’s mad but will never put his hands on you. He’ll reach for you and you flinch thinking he’s about to get physical, but he just picks you up and puts you in the bedroom for a time out.

Always tries to butter you up with food and hugs and kisses after he makes you mad.

Always has you on the inner part of the sidewalk.

Makes any excuse to touch you respectfully. -turns to look at Jason over the rim of my shades-

Want to wear heels, but feel insecure about being too tall? Zach is not about to let that slide.

He’s buying you heels and that’s final!

And not only that, he’s sliding them on your feet in the store and buckling/tying them up before taking your hands and helping you stand up in them.

Let somebody say sum to make you feel insecure about it.

“Go head! Say it with your chest! It’s not gone come out a second time so make it count.”

Happens to be a very talented dancer, and loves taking you to parties so he can show you off. Tends to reel back just so he can watch you do your thing in the shoes he got you.

Sometimes gets impatient for the slow songs so he can hold you close.

Sometimes doesn’t even wait and intimidates/bribes the DJ into putting on your favorite slow song to dance to.

Can’t even imagine a feeling better than holding you.

Nick

He’s just so happy you like him back.

All the girls usually go for Nash. 🥲

Shows out on the court when he notices you’re in the stands watching one of his games.

Jabberwocks ain’t never seen this man hustle so hard.

Cuz yeah, he did invite you and all, but you actually showed up 🥹

Like, you don’t understand, his heart is doing backflips in his chest. He cannot embarrass himself in front of you right now.

His teammates notice he keeps looking over at you and get nosy.

“Dayummmmm! She kinda bad tho!”

“That your girl, Nicky boy?”

“Yup~.”

They start setting Nick up for passes while having a whole interrogation in the middle of the game. 💀

Since when did he have a girl?

How come he’s never brought you around?

You were way too fine for him… but did you have a sister?

Nick stopped in his tracks and passed to Zach so he could fix Allen with a stare.

“What?”

“Really?”

“Quit being stingy! We could do double dates!”

Gets super excited when the game is over and you’re waiting for him to come over to you.

You looked so cool, leaning back on your ride with your shades propped up on your head and one ankle crossed over the other.

It was also easier to notice something about you that wasn’t so obvious when you were sitting… not that it mattered but…

“She kinda tall tho…”

Zach rolls his eyes. “Allen shut up.”

“I see why Nick was scared earlier, she bout as big as he is!”

Allen squints at Jason. “I know you ain’t calling nobody big, Paul Bunyan.”

“Cut it out.” Nash acts bored with the whole thing but he’s definitely watching from the corner of his eye.

You grab fistfuls of his jersey and pull him in for a kiss.

Allen

Allen’s not a complicated dude. He likes video games, anime, and basketball.

He doesn’t like getting into arguments with you and is generally chill with you.

Also likes that you’re closer to his height so he can grab you up.

He’s a straight clown and will act a right fool with most girls, but around you, he gets extra shy and acts aloof.

Thinks you’re kinda intimidating at first, but when he gets to know you he lets out his inner goof a bit and makes you laugh.

Nash does not let this man sit next to Jason when traveling, cuz when those two get together it’s over for everyone. Allen’s assigned seat is next to you.

Which is okay with him, if he can’t crack jokes with Jason he’ll just show you the newest Ninja Turtles movie trailer.

Has a million different playlists that he trades with you.

Doesn’t mind if your feet are in his lap when he plays video games.

Gamer lovers~

Tucks you in when you fall asleep before him, carefully removing your shoes and settling blankets over you.

Is extremely private about his relationship.

Has a whole system for buying consoles and games and will get you whatever you want.

Will carry you in any multiplayer game.

Is all for equality so if you’re higher than him he will let you carry.

Nash

Obsessed with your legs and loves to run his hands up the length of them when you’re in his lap.

They belong everywhere, on the couch, on the dashboard, heck, put them around his waist, he ain't mad.

Traveling first class is a given and that extra space is heaven.

Zach and Nash are brothers in arms when buying shoes for their baby girls.

He doesn’t care how tall you are, you’re still getting them.

So, remember when Jason couldn’t stand you cuz Nash is always letting you have your way?

He figured out how to take advantage of that ����

Like you’ll actually have stuff in common and so seven times out of ten, when he wants something and knows Nash ain’t rolling with it, he’ll try to get you to ask for it.

Like when you want that one cousin your mom likes to ask if ya’ll can do something cuz you know if you ask she’s gonna say no?

You, my friend, are that cousin.

“Bro, you trying to go bowling again?”

Nash gives him a thumbs down and makes a buzzer noise. “Pick something else.”

“Mannnn.” He immediately turns to his trump card when you walk in “Yo, Y/n! YOU tryna go bowling again?”

“Are we going for real?!”

“What? No.”

“Aww, but why?” You drop into his lap a little too hard and he grunts but pulls you up against him into a more comfortable position.

“We went bowling yesterday,” he drums his fingers on your hip, “pick something else.”

“Well, we could do whatever you want first and then go!” You look up at him with soft eyes and just… ugh. The begging. He could handle attitude but was weak against the begging. “Please, baby?”

There was no way in hell he could refuse. You did give his interests first priority… His head falls back and he lets out a loud sigh before giving your thigh a light smack.

“Go get your shoes.”

#courtsidehcs #courtsideasks #courtsidewith #courtsidewithjs #courtsidewithng #courtsidewithallen #courtsidewithnick #courtsidewithzach #jason silver x reader #jason silver #nash gold jr x reader #nash gold jr #knb #kuroko no basket #kuroko no basuke x reader

[lc7703]

Artwork by Yeimi Villegas

Banana Joe = Monkey D. Luffy (both are goofballs who aren't the sharpest tool in the shed, and fit with Ocho/Zoro and Tobias/Sanji as a trio, which we see little snippets of in the Gumball episodes like "The Moustache" "The Worst' and "The Pact")

Ocho = Roronoa Zoro (both are violent and edgy, and are humorously shipped with Tobias/Sanji by their respective fan-bases)

Tobias = Sanji ( both fancy themselves "ladies men" but never get anywhere with it; they primarily simp for Masami/Nami also, and shipped with Zoro/Ocho quite often as already stated; also both Tobias and Sanji tend to be the butt of the jokes)

Masami = Nami (both are materialistic, Masami comes from a wealthy family, and Nami loves money; they have atmokinetic abilities, and are scary when angry)

Clayton = Usopp (both have a habit of lying, and it's attributed to their insecurities and low self-esteem)

Anton = Tony Tony Chopper (admittedly the similarities are kind of scarce, but Anton has a cloning ability which is somewhat like a devil fruit, and both are susceptible to being in large bodies of water for too long on account of being a devil-fruit user, and Anton is a literal piece of bread and becomes soggy when left in the water for too long, also it fits aesthetically as their both small, brown little guys with high-pitched voices and both can occasionally be a little gullible and ditzy)

Clare = Nico Robin (both of them are gloomy and reserved, that's about it)

Bobert = Franky (not much to say in terms of personality, but both are pretty daffy; then there's the more obvious similarity in that Bobert is a robot, and Franky is a cyborg, those two things go hand in hand for obvious reasons)

Razor = Brook (They're both the undead, and have skull-faces; Brook is a musician and Razor is in a band called "Soldiers of Pain")

Rocky = Jinbei (Admittedly, I know that you could make a case for Darwin being Jinbei given that Darwin is a goldfish, and Jinbei is a fish-man, but Darwin is too cutesy for somebody like Jinbei; Rocky & Jinbei are like big brother/mentor figures to the Students and the Straw Hats; (yes I know Brook is technically older than Jinbei, but Jinbei’s the most mature) Also, Jinbei is the school’s bus driver, while Jinbei is the Thousand Sunny’s helmsman; Rocky is often seen hanging out around the school’s pool, has cosplayed as Darwin in “The Genius” and this is just speculation, but Rocky has similar mannerisms to that of a stereotypical surfer, so perhaps he does a little bit of surfing as a hobby? granted, Jinbei doesn’t act like a stereotypical “surfer” the point is I’m trying to describe how Rocky could be loosely associated with water for the sake of finding more connections between him and Jinbei)

Penny = Nefertari Vivi (They’re both just sweet and kind girls. nothing more, nothing less; also Penny has a pet spider Mr. Cuddles, who you could say he’s like Karoo)

#crossover #gumball #one piece #anime #the amazing world of gumball

[trivialbob]

Back home after a fun weekend.

Saturday during the day I visited downtown Chillicothe. That afternoon our clan went out to a country house and wedding venue for my cousin Kate’s daughter’s wedding. (There was some discussion about 2nd cousins, or cousins once removed, etc. I stuck with the bride’s name, Molly). This is my mom’s side of my family.

The property had a horse stable that had been converted into a two bedroom, one bath man cave, complete with a huge bar. I want one for myself now. It would be so cool to park my motorcycle outside my bedroom door. I assume Sheila would get an equal thrill parking her scooter there too. Or we could park them in the second bedroom. Those sliding horse doors are HUGE.

The ceremony was held outside, under bright sun and a perfect 72°F temperature. The bride was beautiful. The groom was handsome. Tissues were necessary.

After a not-too-long ceremony we all moved over to an open sided building for the reception. This is farm country. Many of the men had large, fancy belt buckles, western shirts, cowboy boots, and best of all -- cowboy hats. I loved it. I’ll be on Amazon later tonight.

My branch of the family occupied two large tables. We had a great time together. My uncle Bob and his wife Debbie were there, along with Bob’s son Greg and his wife Melinda. It’s always nice catching up. Not only do Bob and I share a first name, we have a mutual interest in beer.

Because the wedding and reception were outside, a porta potty was the closest place to pee. Melinda, who is a little older than me, literally had never set foot in a porta potty. Not even once, not in her entire life.

There was plenty of drink on hand. Eventually Melinda had to pee. One of my sisters told her to just use the porta potty, because ti was close by. Reluctantly, Melinda agreed. Somebody should have done one of those “first day of school/first time in a porta potty” photos. Had I been right there I would have insisted on it!

As I heard the story, Melinda entered, then exited very quickly. She can retain her claim to having never peed in a porta potty. Not even once, not in her entire life. She found indoor plumbing to complete the task.

The father of the bride, Mike, shares my enjoyment of saving money. Note to self: Sometime ask him about pizza-flavored Goldfish crackers.

Along with some kegs and cans of beer, there were wine bottles everywhere. Rumor had it the wine was sourced from the Aldi region of Chillicothe and was not expensive. My cousin Jenny asked Mike if it was five dollar wine. “Oh goodness no, Jennifer. This is the $3.50 wine!”

Frugal and proud of it!

Jenny told Mike she was going to be sure to drink $10 worth of his wine. I’m not sure if that pleased Mike or made him want to put a donation jar on the table.

This morning a group of us ate breakfast at our hotel then hit the road. My dad and I took a shorter but more scenic route out of Chillicothe to the Interstate. The pretty landscape was covered by farms, horses and some three-person towns. We had to cross a single-lane bridge along the way. There was a lot of driving. I’m tired now, though I had plenty of good conversation with my dad.

Below... cousin, cousin and mother of the bride, cousin, brother, sister, sister, cousin, and me! I have two more cousins, but they couldn’t be there.

#My dogs shrieked with joy and jumped on me when I got home. #I'm going to watch TV and snuggle with Aussies #I am a proponent of weddings where I can wear jeans or shorts and have to wear sunscreen on my bald head #Of course I had a hat but I took it off for the *I do* part out of respect

[skylarstark4826]

Attuma was waist deep into the waters of Wakanda, beckoning Okoye closer. 

“You would wish me to soil my clothes?” She says playfully, hands on her hips as she purses her lips. 

“Only for a moment.” Attuma smiles under his mask, offering his hand to her. “I’d like to swim with you for a while…if you can keep up.” 

“Wait right there, fish . I’ll show you swimming.” 

Attuma’s smile grows wider as he watches her take off her shoes, placing them neatly right where the tide and shore met and stepping slowly into the water. It was warmed by the early evening sun, but still considerably cold. They waded in deeper, Attuma waiting until only his head could be poked out of the water to remove his mask and place it on Okoye. 

She takes it gingerly, and takes a deep breath after all the water empties from it. 

“You look much better without this thing on.” It’s a mumble, but Attuma catches it and smirks, loosely wrapping his arm along her waist as they dip underwater. 

She swims ahead of him, doing flips and turns in the water once they reached the mouth of the river. 

Her swimming is clumsy compared to Talokanil, but as Attuma watches her she seems truly at peace and carefree as she bathes in whatever light pierces it’s way through the water. Okoye turns to him after a while, and he can make out her plush lips slightly parted under his mask. Her clothes billow out behind her, white and grey following her like the fins of a goldfish. 

The scene pulls something in his heart and he joins her almost immediately. 

“You are a good swimmer.” He says, crossing his arms. 

“All of the Dora Milaje were taught to swim. Do you think me so incompetent that I cannot move my legs past one another in water, General?” 

“I cannot say that I didn’t consider it a possibility.” He chuckles. “But as always, I am proven wrong.” 

He hears the gargled sound of her kissing her teeth, and catches her looking away from him, wearing that same smile from earlier. Again his heart panged for the desire to be closer. He wished so many things for Okoye, and so many things for himself. But she was not to be wished for so easily. 

“I found something I would like to show you.” He says finally, and Okoye turns to him, following as he began to swim slowly downward. 

They swim until they reach an underwater cavern, illuminated by bioluminescent mushrooms and various moss and other organisms that Okoye did not have names for. The sheer vastness of it left her awestruck as she poked her eyes out of the water, speechless. 

The water reflected gentle waves onto the dark walls, and she handed Attuma his mask back, watching him fill it back up with water as he heaved himself up into the cave. He bends down on one knee to offer Okoye his help, but she was already helping herself, getting up in one fluid motion. 

She stood, and she was cold. She sighed. 

They walked for a while, just admiring. Okoye got caught in her thoughts, Attuma’s hair wet and cascading down his shoulders, the gentle clink of his jewelry. He was a big, beautiful man, and she bet he was warm too. Years of training had taught her to withstand subzero temperatures, but the brief peacetime in Wakanda had made her soft. Only a little. 

She wondered if they even had a future, if she could even entertain the notion of such a thing. She did not miss the way he looked at her when he thought she wasn’t looking, how he defended her name to his fellow Talokanil. Even to other Wakandans, if that show with W’Kabi had been anything but. But they were the warriors of two strained countries, bound to meet each other on the battlefield should their respective rulers not see eye to eye. She would not hesitate to raise her daggers to his heart, but it pained her to think of a day that she might have to do it. 

Her brow furrows. 

“What troubles you, warrior?” Attuma’s voice ripples across the cave, and her breath catches at the way his accent draws out the syllables of his words. 

“ I do not know how I can love a man like you.” She says in Xhosa, knowing he doesn’t understand. 

Attuma catches a few words, but the rest leave him puzzled, something about love and a man. His brow also furrows. 

“I apologize.” She says. “It’s nothing.” 

Okoye runs her hand over a crystal poking out of the wall, cold beginning to seep into her bones. 

“Are you sure? You seem just as stressed as you were before.” He sets a comforting hand on her shoulder and puts himself in front of her. “I brought you out here for a chance to recharge.” 

“Thank you for that.” She gives him a very sad smile, and his heart drops. 

He wants to know what it is that is ailing her, sure that he can make it right, but he does not press. Attuma sits and leans against a wall, his shoulders heaving. Okoye settles in next to him, and tries not to make the way she scooted closer for his body heat obvious. 

“It is truly gorgeous here.” She says, looking up. The quartz and small vibranium deposits left a sparkle in her eyes. He made another wish right then: that the sparkle would never leave her eye. 

“I hoped you thought so too. It reminds me of you in here.” 

“Never once has a man compared me to a cave. Do explain yourself, fish.” 

He chuckles. “This place is a wonder, like…” He struggles for the words in English, thinking out loud in Mayan. 

She sets a hand on his shoulder and rigs her kimoyo beads to translate. 

“ Speak .” She says, in his tongue. That she doesn’t need the translator for, and Attuma is made nervous. Her kind eyes squinted at him, deep pools with flecks of gold swimming in them. Her lips turned up at one corner. He wanted her to look at him like that forever. 

“ Most of the things here were under millions of pounds of pressure to become as beautiful as they are. They burned. They cooled. They eroded.” Okoye stares at him in awe, watching his eyes and following them to the top of the cavern. 

Stalactite crystals cascaded down, flickering and dripping every so often wirj water collected at the tips, the chandeliers illuminating the rest of the cavern in a blue and purplish glow. 

“ But despite it all, they are still a wonder. Like you. That is what I wanted to say.” 

Okoye blinks, speechless for half a second. 

“You are a poet in the making.” She smiles, getting onto her feet and offering her hand to Attuma. He grabs her forearm for more balance, and she heaves him up like he was no more than a bag of grapes. If he didn’t know any better, he might have squealed. 

“I’m glad you think so.”

The two of them stand there for a little while longer, and Okoye feels a streak of boldness shoot through her as she steps closer to him, resting her head on his tricep and her hand on his forearm. She sighs and leans into him and Attuma feels as though he has been placed on top of the world. He swears that this woman must be casting spells on him. 

“We probably need to start heading back. They will be looking for us.” Attuma tries to keep his dejection out of his voice. 

“You are right. But we can take our time swimming back.” 

Attuma huffs out a laugh at that and guides her back towards the mouth of the cave, giving her back the mask before diving gracefully into the water. She follows, and the two swim circles around each other. Okoye tries to fling water at him, forgetting that they are underwater, and the genuine smile that Attuma shows her as he laughs is enough to make her stifle a giggle.

Just as they get close to the surface, Okoye swims towards him, taking a deep breath and then taking off the mask. Attuma looks mortified, but only momentarily as she closes the distance between the two of them. His hands come to hover around her waist, just barely touching her clothes, and she traces his jawline, cupping her hand at the back of his head. They both lean in, and Attuma finally knows what those lips feel like against his. She glows in the sunlight, but he closes his eyes, ruminating on how she felt against him, how her back dipped just where her butt started. Her nails just short of touching his scalp. Okoye feels him pull her closer, and just as she feels her lungs burn she taps his cheek. 

He is still holding her like the ocean might carry her away, looking as though she holds the moon and the sun in her hands. The sight is foreign to her, and she revels in it just a moment longer as he swims with her to break the surface of the water. He holds her by her waist above him so that he is looking up at her. Her chest rises gently as she catches her breath, and as little water droplets fall  off her head and shoulders, he can’t help but be entranced. She runs her fingers through his hair and then leans down so that she can press their foreheads together. 

“Thank you for showing me the cave.” She whispers. “It was glorious. I cannot believe that there are parts of Wakanda that I have not been able to see.” 

“Anytime, warrior.” Attuma takes his mask from her and suctions it on. He gives her a moment to finish catching her breath and then hooks one hand under both her legs, carrying her the rest of the way to the shore.

#okoye x attuma #attuma x okoye #attoye #attuma and okoye #general okoye #mcu okoye #black panther okoye #attuma of talokan #mcu attuma #okoye #attuma #black panther #black panther wakanda forever

[mostlygibberish]

I liked the part with the goldfish.

Nauseatingly rapid cuts, ugly high contrast colour grading, shots overlaid on other shots with different frame rates and digital shakey cam, tedious slow motion and pointlessly sped up footage, and the screen flashing white non-stop to the point that it literally hurt my eyes to look at it. It didn't matter if it was a high stakes shootout or somebody reading a computer screen, every single scene was edited to the same ridiculous degree.

What little plot Domino had wasn't even remotely interesting, getting more and more convoluted as it went. There were multiple instances of it showing things happen and then later revealing that they didn't, as though this was some clever misdirection instead of meaningless filler. Framing the whole thing as a flashback police interview was not only a tired cliché, but it removed any possible doubt about Domino's fate right from the start.

Being 2005, Domino was constantly portrayed as a badass but the only thing she actually did in the movie was be objectified and talk about how she wasn't like other girls. She resolved a standoff by giving a random guy a lap dance, and half the drama in the movie was about how she was so insanely hot but wouldn't sleep with the guy that had no personality yet felt entitled to her body anyway. When they later hooked up after being literally drugged with mescaline this was treated as a romantic development.

Also being 2005, an Afghani man whose name the other characters were too racist to bother learning sent a bunch of money to freedom fighters and then suicide bombed a tower. Really. There was another completely pointless scene in which a black woman went on Jerry Springer to explain some bizarre race theory she had developed, only to be ridiculed as stupid and promiscuous.

Domino is one of the best examples I've ever seen of something trying way too hard to be cool and consistently failing. I doubt this was even cool in 2005, and that's saying something; The 00's were chock full of lame shit people inexplicably considered cool. By the time the last act rolled around my brain was turning to mush. I could barely work out what was going on, and I don't just mean visually. There was no excuse for this to be two hours long.

A truly obnoxious movie. At least Keira Knightley looks hot with a cigarette and gun, so it wasn't a complete waste of my time.

#domino #domino 2005 #movie review #what's that line: my dick has taken me places i wouldn't go with a gun #and my rebuttal: one day i will stop watching movies solely because there's one hot lady in them - but today is not that day

[foggyfanfic]

Love and Fury

Fic Summary: The goat herder’s daughter, Leandra, has spent the past year of her life trying to catch the man who raped her best friend in the act. When she finally sees him slip something into somebody’s drink, she panics and overturns her plate of food onto his potential victim in order to get her out of there. Pepa, the would be victim in question, is very understanding once Leandra explains what happened. Unfortunately, nobody remembered to pass that explanation onto Bruno. Pre-Movie AU. Rape is a theme but none is shown “on-screen”. Trigger Warnings: Attempted Rape

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CH 1 Panic! At the Quinceanera 

People often forget that Bruno Madrigal, despite having The Sight, was not actually omnipotent. He could see the future, see who was going to go bald, get fat, the exact time and place of your beloved goldfish’s demise; but, he couldn’t see through walls.

Which is for the best, really, mostly because people already thought he was creepy enough as it is. But even more importantly, if he’d seen through the walls of Señor Sanchez’s house on the night of Gabriele Sanchez’s quinceanera he would have known that when Leandra, the goat herder’s daughter, dropped a plate of food on Pepa’s lap she was actually doing Pepa a huge favor.

If he’d seen through the walls, he would have seen Cicero, Pepa’s current crush/almost boyfriend, prepare a drink for Pepa at the punch bowl. He’d have seen Cicero slip a little something extra into the drink when he thought nobody was looking. He’d have seen Leandra’s look of panic as she realized what she was witnessing.

But Bruno Madrigal could not see through walls, so all he saw was red as Cicero, Pepa’s latest crush/almost boyfriend, laughed at her. 

Pepa stared down at the food staining her dress, her brand new dress, a storm cloud forming over her head. Her bottom lip wobbled but she clenched her jaw and turned a glare on the woman and the overturned plate in her hand.

Leandra leaned down and hissed something to Pepa, Bruno couldn’t hear what she said, but he saw the way Pepa’s face fell as she looked first at Cicero, who was bent over double, then at her half empty drink.

Cicero’s bark of laughter had drawn the attention of the other people standing in the Sanchez’s garden. As heads turned their way Pepa’s cheeks reddened and the cloud over her head began to drizzle. She glanced around, looked at Cicero, then looked to the woman standing over her. 

“I’m so sorry Pepa,” and she sounded so genuinely sad that for a second Bruno’s anger abetted, but then she finished, “I tripped.”

Bruno expected lightning to flash at this blatant lie, he expected Pepa to shoot to her feet and call the other woman out, he moved to stand behind her left shoulder, mirroring Julieta who stood behind her right. They both crossed their arms and glared at the lying witch, ready to back their triplet up in whatever fight broke out.

“That’s ok,” Pepa said, slowly rising to her feet and brushing the food off her lap, “I-it’s not your fault.”

Bruno exchanged a shocked look with Julietta who opened her mouth to say what they were both thinking, “But she-.”

Pepa held up a hand with a small shake of her head, “I better g-get home and wash this stuff off.”

“I’ll walk you,” Cicero offered immediately, having reigned his laughter in and slapped on a charming smile. Bruno frowned at him, he figured the least the man could do was apologize for his initial reaction.

He was so busy frowning at Cicero that he missed the way Pepa paled at the offer.

“No,” the lying, envious, witch, yelled as she turned quickly to Cicero, “I need… I was actually coming over here to discuss buying some of your father’s wine for an event. An event to um… sell more cheese.”

Cicero smirked, clearly coming to the same conclusion that Bruno had, that she had spilled her food on Pepa specifically to steal Cicero’s attention for herself. 

“Oh, but I-,” Cicero started to say, holding a hand out to Pepa. Pepa gulped as she looked in between Cicero’s hand and the goat herder’s daughter.

“Wanted to dance? Great! We can dance,” she put herself between Cicero and Pepa, snatching up his hand.

Bruno felt his lip curl in disgust, this time he was the one who opened his mouth to say something to the lying, envious, conniving witch.

“That sounds like a great idea,” Pepa said, cutting Bruno off as she strung her arm through his, “Bruno, Julietta, will you two walk me home.”

“Of course,” Julietta said, with one more glance at Cicero and the lying, envious, conniving, horrible, witch that had attacked their sister. 

Bruno just glared at the couple as Pepa tugged him away, even craning his neck to send one last dirty look at the lying, envious, conniving, horrible, evil, witch as she smiled nervously at Cicero. When they were clear of the party, Pepa’s drizzle turned into a downpour, soaking all three of them through. Julietta softly asked why Pepa hadn’t wanted to call the other woman out on her lie but the only answer she’d received was a quiet sob. They’d walked through the village, which was thankfully empty due to everybody being at the party, in somewhat awkward silence only broken by the occasional crash of thunder.

“A-at least the rain should keep the stains from setting,” Bruno said, as Casita came into view.

Pepa laughed wetly, then sucked in a breath, “God, I’m so embarrassed.”

Cicero had been pushing at her boundaries lately, asking for a more physical relationship than she was ready to give him unless he made some sort of commitment to her. There had been a time or two where she’d had to physically push him off of her, aided by the wind at her command. Both times it had happened, he had seemed apologetic, told her he was just so crazy about her he had gotten carried away. 

Whenever she had asked why he hadn’t committed to being in a monogamous relationship he had had so many answers ready, each more logical sounding than the last. Pepa had started to think that she was being crazy, asking for him to commit without any promise that she would make it worth it for him.

She had ignored so many red flags. She felt like such an idiot.

“Pepa, no, you have nothing to be embarrassed about! That, that… absolute puta is the one who should be embarrassed,” Julietta jumped to reassure her, Pepa shook her head and said something that was swallowed up by the sound of thunder.

“I’ll wash the dress,” Bruno volunteered, the moment they crossed through the threshold of their home, “m-make it like tonight never happened.”

He usually hated doing the laundry, mostly because it was the chore he got stuck with the most. He’d complained to Felix, when the slightly older man had stopped by to drop off an order of corn flour, and Feilx had asked if Bruno was good at doing laundry. Bruno had reluctantly admitted that stains bothered him, and even though he was bored of the task, he couldn’t bring himself to do a bad job because then he would have to put up with seeing the stains. 

“Well, there’s your problem right there, hermano,” Felix had said, patting Bruno on the back.

Bruno liked Felix, most people did, but Bruno privately missed the days when Pepa was too busy pining over Felix to waste her time on idiots like Cicero. Ah, to be twelve again.

Pepa nodded sullenly, “Thank you Bruno. Julie, w-will you stay with me?”

“Of course,” Julietta said, “would you like anything to eat?”

Pepa stopped abruptly at the base of the stairs, looking somewhat stricken. Bruno detached himself from her and hared off to get the wash basin ready, he heard her blubber something to Julietta but couldn’t quite make out anything other than Cicero’s name. He heard Julie’s response loud and clear, and he briefly paused to gape at her over his shoulder. He didn’t know that Julietta knew how to curse like that, it was a good thing that they hadn’t stopped to grab their mother on the way out of the party. She would not have been pleased.

Of course, in the morning, when Julietta would quietly explain the night's events, their Mama would let out a few curses of her own.

While Bruno was busy prepping the wash basin, Pepa was beginning to feel the effects of the drug Cicero gave her. The weather inside Casita grew steadily worse as the last scraps of hope Pepa had held, hope that Leandra was wrong, hope that Cicero wasn’t that sort of man, slipped away like water through clenched fingers.

While Julietta quietly handed Bruno the delicately embroidered dress for him to wash, Pepa laid in her bed, staring at the ceiling and tried her very best to hold onto consciousness. The weather calmed as her attempts failed.

Bruno had started to hang the now clean dress up on the line, by the time Pepa regained a semblance of consciousness. And that was only because Julietta had shook her awake in order to offer her a bowl of arroz con leche. Upon realizing how truly helpless she was, how horribly wrong the night could have gone, Pepa summoned a great tornado that patrolled through the courtyard and corridors of Casita. Bruno extended his neck to look into the house at the perilous wind, then added more clips to the dress. He threw some salt over his shoulder then knocked on the nearest piece of wood, before finally sending out a little prayer that the dress would stay put. 

He wasn’t sure what saint to pray to for laundry related concerns, but he figured at least one of them must know the frustration of coming back to the clothesline to discover that your previously clean clothes had fallen in a mud puddle.

The tornado faded as Julietta reiterated her promise to stay with Pepa all night. There was nothing her food could do to cleanse the drug from Pepa’s body, but she could help heal any lingering after effects Pepa might feel in the morning.

“Ros- Rosalie,” Pepa slurred, “this happened to Rosalie last year.”

“It did,” Julietta whispered, calmly petting her sister’s hand.

“Everybody thought- Padré g-gave that sermon about alcohol.”

“He did.”

“She was telling the truth.”

“She was.”

Rosalie had woken up naked in a haystack in her family’s barn. She had been found by Florez, who worked for her father. When asked, she had sworn up and down that she hadn’t touched a drop of liquor and had left the party by herself the second she had started to feel a bit tired. Her friends had corroborated her story, but there was no denying the hand shaped bruises around her hips, or the baby she gave birth to nine months later.

When she had started to show, Rosalie had sobbed and begged her father to believe her, to help her figure out what had happened that night. He hadn’t. He had thrown her out and she had become a cautionary tale.

Alma had taken the girl in and made arrangements for her and her child to live with Señora Ruiz, the kindly old weaver who was in need of an apprentice. Rosalie barely wandered into town these days, unless it was for church. Even then, she usually arrived as late as she could without being rude, and left just as quickly.

It wasn’t that Pepa and Julietta hadn’t believed Rosalie, after all, both Mamá and Bruno took the woman at her word, why should they do any different? It was just… hard to accept that anyone in Encanto could do that to another person.

“They were friends, si?” Pepa asked, massaging her temple. It hurt to keep her eyes open. 

“Rosalie and…?” 

She gestured down at her lap where a plate’s worth of food had provided a convenient excuse to get away from Cicero, “What’s her face.”

“Oh, si. Still are, I think, might even be closer than they were before. I-I don’t know, they both live so far out of town,” Julietta sighed, realizing she didn’t really know much about the woman that had saved her sister tonight.

The goat herder, Raul Lopez, lived in the mountains surrounding Encanto, a reasonable place for a goat herder to live. His daughter, Leandra, was technically adopted, her birth family hadn’t survived the first few years in Encanto, but he loved her well enough and had given her everything he could. 

She was a bit younger than the triplets, but no more so than Agustín, Julietta’s boyfriend. In fact, she and Agustín were friends, weren’t they? Good friends, the last time she’d seen the two talk, Agustín had called Leandra “hermana” and he seemed to mean it.

Other than that, all Julietta knew about the other woman was that she had figured out how to make fine soaps and lotions by mixing lye and herbs into some of the goat milk. Leandra ran the market stall for her father, whenever Julietta had stopped by they talked about herbs and their different uses, or Agustín, never about themselves. 

All the same, Julietta had seen Leandra and her father move to sit next to Rosalie during Padré’s sermon on the dangers of alcohol and pre-marital sex. Which was a statement if there ever was one.

“Mami believed Rosalie,” Pepa suddenly said, after a pause so long Julietta had assumed she’d fallen asleep again.

“Do you want to tell Mamá about this?”

“No, but yes.”

“Do you want me to tell Mamá about this?”

“Si, por favor.”

There was a knock at Pepa’s door and Bruno poked his head in, “The dress is clean as new. D-do you need anything else?”

“What if I asked you to help me hide a body?” Pepa managed to ask, although it took effort to keep the words from smudging together.

Bruno grinned wryly, “Then I’d ask Julietta to be our alibi.”

Pepa snorted, then sighed, rubbing at her eyes in a way that Bruno mistook for her rubbing away tears. In truth, her head was beginning to pound from the effort it took to stay awake. Julietta squeezed her sister’s hand, then turned to Bruno.

“When Mama gets back can you let her know that I need to talk to her about something important? In the morning.”

“Claro,” Bruno nodded, “anything else?”

“There’s some extra arroz con leche in the kitchen if you want some,” Julietta offered softly.

“Have you had any?”

“Not yet.”

“I’ll bring you some. Pepa?”

Pepa grunted and shook her head. Bruno took this to mean that she was too upset to have more of her favorite dessert, he sighed and told Julietta he would be right back. By the time he arrived with a bowl of rice pudding for Julietta, Pepa had succumbed once again to the effects of Cicero’s drug. He decided he wouldn’t risk waking her but dropped a light kiss to each of his sisters’ heads.

Julietta squeezed his wrist and gave him a tight but warm smile, she was too caught up in thoughts of poor Rosalie for it to occur to her that Bruno didn’t actually know what was happening.

And because it didn’t occur to her that Bruno had no clue what was really going on, she didn’t tell him.

Meanwhile, Bruno sat down in the chair closest to Casita’s front door with his bowl of arroz con leche and continued thinking about the same thing he’d been thinking about since he’d left the party. That lying, envious, conniving, horrible, evil, petty, witch that had done this to his sister.

Bruno Madrigal was not what one would usually consider a confident man, when he was forced to make an appearance at a party he generally remained with one or both of his sisters. Lately he’d expanded his social circle to Agustín, so that was exciting, but even that was only because Agustín was dating Julietta. Otherwise, he kept to himself, avoiding human contact as much as he was able. 

As awed by his abilities as everybody had been when he was a child, once he hit that first growth spurt, once he’d started to lose the baby fat around his cheeks, their awe had turned to first irritation, then caution, and finally fear.

Bruno Madrigal was not what one would usually consider a confident man, because most only considered him a bad omen.

He wasn’t a violent man either, although his head danced with fantasies of throwing whole buckets of food onto the lying, envious, conniving, horrible, evil, petty, desperate, witch. Unfortunately, the thought of attacking another person in any way repelled him. Disgusted him, even. All the same, his sister deserved justice!

That lying, envious, conniving, horrible, evil, petty, desperate… he was running out of applicable insults. And it was getting much too long a descriptor, anyway.

Unfortunately, as previously stated, Bruno mostly kept to himself and well, he didn’t know her name.

He’d been to her quinceanera, he knew he had, because Mamá made them go to every quinceanera they were invited to. And, he’d bought cheese from her stall a few times. Bruno had even given her a vision once, and her father had sent her back with a thank you basket.

But he had never asked her name.

The village was small, and she had been in the grade below his in school. He sort of assumed that he should know her name by now, and it was weird that he didn’t, so he had always avoided calling attention to that fact.

He would call her la Reina Malvada, or Reina for short, after the evil queen in the play the school children had just put on. It made sense, obviously Reina was motivated by jealousy just like the evil queen in the story. The only women in the village who could compete with Reina’s beauty were the Madrigal sisters; it was only a matter of time before such a black hearted villainess went after one of them.

Well, Bruno wasn’t going to stand for this. He may not be a knight in shining armor, or a handsome prince, but he loved his sisters. And he wouldn’t let anyone get away with attacking them like this.

Reina came down from the mountains to sell her and her father’s wares in the market every Tuesday, Thursday, and Friday. Bruno would pay her a visit and insist she apologize to his sister and admit what she had done. And if he had to lean into his reputation as Bad Luck Bruno to make that happen? A small price to pay for his sister’s happiness.

#Bruno Madrigal #bruno madrigal x oc #Bruno Encanto #Love and Fury #Bruno fanfic #fanfic #Trying to tag this so it doesn't end up in the main encanto tag cuz I hate when main tags get spammed with non-gen fics #wanted to try writing an enemies to lovers fic with one of the least confrontational characters put to screen #also wanted to explore how Encanto's justice system might work #and what women have to do to protect themselves from this sort of thing #tried making this a x reader fic but I learned it's really hard to write a good story with a character meant to be as relatable as possible #it's been so long since I dared to indulge an OC fanfic idea #I feel so much more nervous posting this than ever before #but times have changed #OC's are no longer shunned as they once were #LF1

[slafkovskys]

Thanks to whoever sent in that thing about the josh interview im so sad tho he really said “its very isolating I dont have a gf or a dog so it gets kinda lonely” Someone in Ottawa get this man a dog and a gf 😭

was i waiting to answer to this until i actually listened to the podcast in this entirety? yes.

did it take me literally a month to do it? yes.

here are my thoughts… somebody get this man a partner, a dog, a cat, a goldfish, a something. he needs a companion 🥹

also @ the sens partners with babies, let him watch your children. he really, really wants to

#asks #anonymous

[ceph-the-ghost-writer]

Relationship History Tag Game

Tagged by @authoralexharvey! It was interesting to see a little bit of background on the cast of ASMLP's relationships (or their avoidance of them rather?). I'm sure it's manifesting in all sorts of fascinating ways during the actual story. Well, fascinating for the reader--Nadia, Etienne, and Simone might find it less entertaining.

Rules: briefly (or not) describe what kinds of intimate relationships (platonic, romantic, sexual, or otherwise) your MCs have had PRIOR TO THE BOOK STARTING. Have they had their hearts ripped out before jumping into your fluffy romance? Are they aro/ace and have never been in a long-term relationship before?

I did this for Isaac, Renato, and Dorian last time, so let's hear from Ben, Ollie, and Kinslayer next.

Ben

Yeah, yeah, laugh it up about how you could fill an encyclopedia with all the people he's slept with. But he puts just as much effort into platonic relationships as he does into screwing around. Of course he's close with Desmond, and not just because he's Ben's sire. Desmond was the role model he'd needed since his father and older brother died when he was still a kid (thanks WW I). Desmond showed him that a man could provide with more than just money. That he could fight not just for dominance or honor (whatever that is) or his own anger, but justice, love, and the protection of others. Hanging around Desmond also helped him figure out that he could check off "all of the above" when it came to which genders he was attracted to. That figurative encyclopedia started filling up pretty quick afterwards.

As for Theodore...look, they fight like cats and dogs, but Theo's all right (do not breathe a word of this, got it?). Ben wouldn't say the guy's like an older brother or anything. More like a rival. Micaela likes him anyway, and she's always had a knack for reading people.

Hell, probably because Micaela is good people. She gets a little gloomy sometimes, and maybe wanders off by herself for a decade or two, but she always goes out of her way to help everyone. She's also a crack shot with a rifle, and has a lot of guts in a quieter sort of way. He likes to just lay out by the lake with her sometimes and stare up at the stars.

Same goes with most everyone he lives with in Olympia. They drive him crazy sometimes, but that's kind of how it is with family, whether they're related by blood or not. Well, he is related to them by blood, only in the vampire way, not the--oh, hell, nevermind. You get what he means, right?

Ollie

You're going to make her say it, aren't you? Fine. She loved...loves...feels something for Renato. You don't survive an apocalypse with somebody and just stop caring when you're not dating anymore, okay? Even after you've been broken up for years and you're afraid he'll do something that'll force you to kill him.

Mergus is their father. For all intents and purposes, and through magic if not genetics. They quite literally owe him their lives. So, Renato can have his little rebellion, work out whatever shit he needs to work out, but if it comes down to the two of them...she knows who she'll choose.

As for other relationships, she keeps it simple, no strings attached. Why would she want to try for anything more after she found out she could be replaced by a fucking goldfish?

Kinslayer

They've lived a long, long, looong time, friends. So, for the sake of brevity, they're obviously not going to get around to naming everyone.

Haru gets first mention, though. They've known each other for...well, at least the better part of few hundred years, give or take. Things started out rocky, as they usually do for all their kind. But Kinslayer had grown patient enough over the centuries to not obliterate some scrappy little class three at the first annoyance. And Haru had the sense not just to realize that, but to be curious instead of mistake their disinterest in territorial pissing contests for weakness. Eventually, they took to traveling together sometimes, even settling down and having kids now and then. Haru is, in a nutshell, their partner.

While they haven't forged quite the same bonds with the other ragtag psychic vampire misfits who chose to trail along after them like ducklings at some point, Kinslayer doesn't mind them either. Well. Luxe can go piss up a rope most days. But once in awhile his mouth does come in handy for getting out of a scrape.

On the subject of their kin, if they were capable of regret, not living up to their moniker with Tristan Knox would be their biggest. But they're a mind reader, not a fortune teller. It took some time and doing, but they eventually corrected that misstep. Yessir.

Which brings them to an honorable mention for their little black sheep cousin, Renato. Despair and desperation aren't bravery maybe, but they'll do in a pinch. Kinslayer looks forward to finding out what havoc he'll cause next. And whether he'll figure out how to dig deep enough to find out what he's really made of.

No pressure tags @theimperiumchronicles @k--havok @vacantgodling @korblez @late-to-the-fandom @words-after-midnight & an open tag for anyone who wants to give this a go!

#relationship tag game #dysthanasia #tag games

[teamrocketmemes]

[ GAME GRUMPS — DANGANRONPA ( CHAPTER 2 ) ]

Taken from the grumps’ playthrough of Trigger Happy Havoc: Danganronpa. Feel free to make changes if necessary.

“All right. That was the true face of despair, I guess.”

“I guess a bunch of people have died, though.”

“That’s certainly one possibility, that makes total absolute 100% sense.”

“They flushed her down the toilet like a goldfish.”

“Well, we don’t know til we look, piece of shit!!”

“It’s like boring PT.”

“Great detective work, dude.”

“Oh, you’ve given way too much information…”

“The voice actress called him a little bitch.”

“So what about you?? Are you taking a bath??”

“Hog in your mouth, wind in your face—”

“I knew it. He’s dead.”

“So we’re like frenemies.”

“We’ll keep our mouths open… For the comedy to come out.”

“Because I also can’t fight back.”

“I thought I was just trying not to die but I guess this is about you and your emotional issues…”

“No time to learn about it.”

“I mean, I guess we could’ve learned a better way—”

“Fuck. We spent coins… Shit.”

“I definitely didn’t do my part to dissuade you, you know…”

“It’s just because you look like you like whips.”

“I got a real whip vibe from you.”

“His deep, gorgeous… Oceanic blue eyes…”

“Don’t you remember that specific situation??”

“It’s like they had a guest artist come in for one panel.”

“She’s as good as dead.”

“You got to witness the fitness.”

“Who can last longest with the gay sex??”

“It’s like Phoenix Wright and Edgeworth if they were more aggressive towards each other.”

“I mean, look at you, with those rippling glistening muscles, and those taut buttocks.”

“Guys, the ding dong bing bong just happened!!”

“Well… It would appear the two of you are oiling up in the sauna—”

“How did you force your way in with those tiny tiny hands??”

“I picked it with my fingernails…”

“No, you’re not annoying… God—You’re so annoying!!”

“Dude, you’re gonna die like tomorrow…”

“Listen, can I be frank? Or maybe Steve or Bill…”

“I feel like… If you kill someone… That would immeidately become your deepest darkest secret.”

“I couldn’t have murdered him, your honor. I was too busy peeing the bed.”

“Bloodlust?? I love that band.”

“Hey, I heard screaming that wasn’t me!!”

“I think it was myself echoing back through the halls…”

“I figured we’d co-op on this one.”

“You said it was just an object like 30 seconds ago!!”

“A floatation donut?? Who calls it that??”

“God, I wish it was a rocker room. That’d be badass.”

“Wow, you kids still murdering each other in here??”

“Please explain it to me over and over and over again.”

“I can’t stay mad at you, [NAME].”

“How do you think Tupac’s released like 9 albums since he died??”

“This lamp killed Hitler.”

“Again, phrasing… Not a fan.”

“Uhm, [NAME], about getting on my knees and begging for it??”

“Oh, somebody pooped on the floor.”

“That’s like the first time he said something in like three hours…”

“All I’m doing is accusing him or murder—”

“He totally makes me wanna beg.”

“Are the makers of this game getting paid by the word??”

“No, I’m not effing with you right now. I’m… Fucking with you right now.”

“Oh, you naughty bear.”

“We’re like bros for life!!”

“Dance Dance Revolution him into murder!!”

“I’ve known you for three days and we sat next to each other in a sauna.”

“He looks pretty chill about the whole thing…”

“I… I’ve got to dance!!”

“Dude… How long have you been here??”

“Maybe he’ll survive this.”

“All right, I think he covered that scream—”

“Oh, you’re just a dick.”

“Oh man, what a cliffhanger.”

“Oh yep. Some more dead people.”

#★ mod james. #★ our memes. #rp meme #ask meme #video game memes #game memes #sentence starters

[isitmcucanon]

Earth 616 Brands

Converse- The Avengers, Steve Rogers wears Converse sneakers in the gym

Apple- Captain America: The Winter Soldier, one of the things on Steve's list of things to check out from his time in the ice is "Steve Jobs (Apple)", & Sam plays music from his iPhone while Steve is in the hospital; Spider-Man: Homecoming, Peter Parker has an iPhone 3

Twitter- Captain America: The Winter Soldier, when Sitwell orders SHIELD agents to scan surveillance footage and social media for clues on Steve's location, he says "if somebody tweets about this guy, I wanna know about it"

Disney- Avengers: Age of Ultron, Ultron sings "I've Got No Strings" from Disney's Pinocchio; Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings, Shang-Chi and Katy sing karaoke to "A Whole New World"

Baskin Robbins- Ant-Man, Scott's very short lived first job out of prison

Microsoft- Doctor Strange, Stephen Strange's Microsoft Surface laptop; Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2, Peter Quill inherits a Zune

Lego- Spider-Man: Homecoming & Spider-Man: No Way Home, running gag with a Lego Death Star set

Vine- Black Panther, Shuri quotes the "what are those?!!?" vine

Starbucks- Avengers: Infinity War, Okoye jokes about wanting a Starbucks in Wakanda

Pez- Ant-Man and the Wasp, Luis' Pez dispenser

Sanrio- Ant-Man and the Wasp, said Pez dispenser was a Hello Kitty one

Hot Wheels- Ant-Man and the Wasp, Luis picks a shrunk-down car out of a Hot Wheels car holder

Blockbuster- Captain Marvel, Carol crashes thru a Blockbuster store when she lands on Earth

Google- Avengers: Endgame, a fan's Google Pixel phone

Air Jordans- Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings, Shang-Chi's sneakers

Funyuns- Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings, Shang-Chi asks if it's allowed for Katy's grandma to place Funyuns on Katy's grandpa's grave as an ancestral offering

DC Comics- Eternals, Phastos' son Jack calls Ikarus Superman

Ikea- Eternals, Phastos mentions that his dinner table is from the "Ikea fall collection" right after Ikaris breaks it in half thinking it's made of vibranium

Rubik- Moon Knight ep. 01: "The Goldfish Problem", Steven Grant tosses a Rubik's cube as he tries to stay awake

Motorola- Moon Knight ep. 01: "The Goldfish Problem", Marc's burner phone is a Motorola flip phone

Nickolodeon- Moon Knight ep. 01: "The Goldfish Problem", Steven references Avatar: The Last Airbender, which is a Nickolodeon show

KFC- Moon Knight ep. 02: "Summon the Suit", Marc calls Steven's/Mr. Knight's suit "psycho Colonel Sanders" (Colonel Sanders is the KFC mascot/logo)

Cheetos- Thor: Love and Thunder, Darcy gets Jane some Hot Cheetos; She-Hulk: Attorney at Law ep. 01: "A Normal Amount of Rage", Jen and Bruce eat some Cheetos

Old Spice- Thor: Love and Thunder, Valkyrie stars in a Old Spice commercial

YouTube- Ms. Marvel ep. 01: "Generation Why", Kamala runs a YouTube channel

Samsung- Ms. Marvel, Kamala has a Samsung phone

Hot Topic- Ms. Marvel ep. 02: "Crushed", Kamala teases Aamir about his emo phase & his former job at Hot Topic

LinkedIn- She-Hulk: Attorney at Law ep. 03: "The People vs. Emil Blonsky", Nikki finds Wong's LinkedIn profile

Target- She-Hulk: Attorney at Law ep. 03: "The People vs. Emil Blonsky", Wong's LinkedIn profile showed that he worked at a Target in Nepal for like 9 years before becoming a sorcerer

Crocs- She-Hulk: Attorney at Law ep. 03: "The People vs. Emil Blonsky", Emil has Crocs

Warner Brothers- Black Panther: Wakanda Forever, clips of CNN play on Everett Ross's TV, which is a channel owned by Warner Bros (as an aside look into media consolidation it's some crazy stuff)

Venmo- Black Panther: Wakanda Forever, Riri confronts someone about forgetting to send her money via Venmo

Louis Vuitton- Black Panther: Wakanda Forever, Okoye wears Louis Vuitton sunglasses

Fenty Beauty- Black Panther: Wakanda Forever, Shuri mentions that Okoye's foundation is Fenty 440

Peloton- Black Panther: Wakanda Forever, Contessa Valentina Allegra de Fontaine makes a weird joke to Everett Ross about a Peloton

Nintendo- The Guardians of the Galaxy Holiday Special, Groot receives a Game Boy for Christmas

#big list

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Inktober 21 - Lonely

#Inktober #Somebody get that man a goldfish #myart #Mycroft Holmes #bbs sherlock #myinktober #inktober2021

[buckysaster]

Sunday

Pairing: steven grant x reader

Summary: when steven got home from his supposedly friday steak night, leaving him dejected. After endless unexplainable things happened. luckily, his next door neighbor was there to save the day.

Warnings/ Tags:  kinda angst?, friendship, fluff (please do tell me if ever i forgot something to tag. i updated the tags and i don’t want to offend somebody who has DID. i will keep myself educated about it. if you see something anything wrong, please do not hesitate to tell me)

A/N: hellooo, this is my first written fic here. this is based on the first episode of the series and used it as the basis. english is not my first language so i deeply apologize if there are any mistakes. reblogs, likes, and feedback are appreciated! :)

“I ate steak by myself, two days ago, thanks… means lose my number…”

Words keep repeating on Steven's head like a broken record. Walking on the alley holding the vibrant red roses wrapped in a crumpled floral wrapper and a box of chocolates that he bought last minute while rushing to get in the steakhouse on time.

He inhaled deeply as panic slowly rose from his chest. You can do this, it’s just a simple date, that’s it. Patting his own left shoulder, sliding his both hands looking every street for his date.

Only ending up in a dustbin, not the chocolates though. Keeping it in mind before he hung up the call with his mom. ‘At least I have a treat for myself tonight’, he thought to himself while swiping his card.

A small disheartened sigh as he entered the poorly-lit building. He was expecting some kind of miracle but it wasn't exactly what he envisioned in his head.

Disappointing her, mostly to himself. He had no idea that it's been two days since the date.

When his co-worker approached him the other day about the steak date this upcoming Friday. His eyes beamed for the first time like a bright, flashing light. After never-ending weariness from waking up and running late at work. Although he wasn't exactly sure when he did or if he really is the one who arranged it between the two of them.

Finally a sense of normalcy that he's been waiting for in his mundane life. Stroking gingerly in each other's hands while talking about his undying love for Egyptian mythology, that he's been reading a thousand times at night. Laughing about his inside jokes, that surely no one would find funny. Echoing their melodic laugh inside his head was enough to make him sane. Pulling him out from the raging waves in his head. A thirst for something genuine, to see him beyond his heavy-lidded eyes.

A chance that slipped away from his hands.

Yesterday or rather a few days ago. Steven woke up, overwhelming soreness spread out in his body, lifting himself carefully. His face contorted to confusion as to how only to realize that he wasn’t on his duvet. He is entirely surely lying on his bed, attempting to keep his mind awake, shuffling the corners of the rubik's cube. Right?

Hearing unexplainable voices once he set his eyes at the intricate scarab. Only later getting chased by armed men after his head. Calling him a mercenary, after this man with a cane, performed some sort of act of judgment in the middle of town. He wasn’t sure where he saw him. He was just a simple guy living in his dusty flat along with goldfish, keeping up his best as a gift-shopist in a museum in London. Bunch of people were desperate just to lay their hands on the artifact.

All of a sudden, he was back. Where exactly he had been, a chuckle came out of his mouth. It was just an out of this world dream. Built up by the creativity of his mind. But it wasn’t. It was real. He had no idea how it was possible.

Swinging the door open as he stepped inside his flat. A familiar presence welcomed him, a frown formed on his face. He felt like he was slapped back to reality. He was all alone. No one was in there.

Instead, a soft whir from the air pump in the aquarium resonated in his room, attached with postcards from different cities on every corner from his mom. Falling his right hand, clasping the heart-shaped box of chocolate close to his chest, carefully not to drop it as he stared at his dreary life. Closing the door behind him.

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Slumping on the corner of the table, taking another treat as he opened his mouth, chewing down while staring at nothingness. His heart shattered like a mirror. He should be used to this kind of situation. Everyday the somber under his eyes kept on going darker and darker. The restless feeling from this agony every time he opens his eyes.

Everyday as he walked in a crowd full of people, he felt like a ghost. A glass wall separating him between and the world around him. Everyone passed through to him, as he went unnoticed. It seems no one wanted nor was interested in him. Leaving him in eternal torment and dread in his chest.

How come is it Sunday today? Did I really go to that place? Are all the men chasing me from that… town even real? How come my one-finned wonder grew with two fins now? What really happened? I’m quite certain that it's just another dream. Right? Bombarded with all unanswered questions in his head. Desperate for an answer.

“Do you want some?”, moving his head on his right, cutting himself from his thoughts. 'As if they can eat it, can't they? '. The floor squeaked as he paced towards the tank, gathering some sprinkles from the chocolate between his fingers. Lowering his hand, just above the glass, dusting the white confectionery as he watches it sink down the water, reflecting his sullen looks.

Steven pulled himself away from the see-through box. A soft thud causing all the sugary treats rolled at the bottom of his feet. He groaned, ‘Fantastic. Is this some sort of punishment for waking up late?’. Leaning down to pick up chocolates on the ground, that caught his eyes. A few, small scratches on the floor were dragged using the table, crossing underneath the dusty rag. Placing it back from its previous position. As if someone or some entity was trying to hide something.

That’s odd.

Inspecting his whole room, surely there was a single frame of wood ajar above the joist. Carefully, he stepped on the table, “What is this about?”, his eyebrows turned into a quizzical look, sliding the entire plank. Greeting him a dark, narrow hole. His eyes caught a small silvery glint veiled with old, dusty cobwebs. Extending his hand through the gap, reaching for what knows in there. A flip phone and a key tagged along with an unknown symbol.

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Who is Marc? Why did she call me… Marc?

And there it is, that familiar feeling setting once again inside. Leaving him frozen from the unknown voice on the phone. 'Did she know him? But why can't I remember her? Probably she can help what is going on?'. Dialing the keypad once again, pressing the device on his ear.

Steven…

Glancing on his side, searching through the darkness.

You need to stop… You are gonna get in trouble…

His pulse beat rapidly out of his chest, opposite from what he answered when the voice came back. Steven strolled cautiously from what he believed was the source of the voice. Raising the phone above his head, for his defense on behind the shadow. Clutching the yellow fabric out of his view, no one. No one was in there.

Dropping his shoulders, letting out a sigh of relief, it was just his imagination.

Steven… sounded like a warning, trying to stop him before what would happen next. Stop looking…

Lights started to flickered out. His books from the shelves launched on every side of his flat. Running over the chaos as he tried to free himself from what was happening. Clutching his eyes as he grasps his arms around himself tightly, cowering his body at the corner. This has to be a dream.. This has to be a dre-

A gentle knock coming from his door along with the fainted voice behind it. He heard all the books plopped on the floor at once. Slightly opening his eyes, all the lights lit normally to act as if nothing happened. All that was left was now a much more cluttered flat.

Taking a minute to calm down his own breathing. Steven slowly rises up from his spot, twisting the knob, unlocking the door gingerly. He caught sight of you who was just about to knock. Lowering your hand on the side of your hip. “Hello Steven," a small smile tugged up with unmistakable concern from your face, looking at him directly into his eyes.

His neighbor, Y/N. It started when you appeared on his front door, a few months ago, giving him delicious pastries as a welcoming gift. From small presents to listening to him intently about his day, making sure that he was alright. He looked startled, since no one wanted to talk to him.

"You can call me anytime, okay"

"Hey, I just saw this book at the store and I thought you’ll like it…"

"Steven! Take this blanket and this lavender essential oil with you. I read somewhere that it can help you relax and fall asleep faster and I remember you saying last week that you don't get enough sleep…"

Once he mentioned he’s working at the museum, you were eager to learn about the history of Egypt. Impressed by his vast knowledge about its kingdom ages ago and way of their living. Those warm evenings, you were captivated by how his eyes gleamed as he danced his hands up in the air, watching him describe all of it to you with such ease. It is a shame that he only works behind the gift shop counter, not as a tour-guide. ‘He needs a raise’, you thought to yourself.

The first time when he told you about the story of Osiris and Iris, realizing he had gone far. He shook his head, stopping himself right there. Raising his head expecting to meet your irritated face. Instead, he was stunned when you gently placed your hand on his, as you gave him a smile to assure him that it was fine. He won’t forget the way your lips turned up like a delicate luster of the moon. It wasn't as harsh as the ray of the sunlight but, there was a pull of comfort and serenity. He could feel his heart start jumping in his chest. Something unexpected. Never in a million years in his life would someone like his company.

Steven took a sight at your features before you continued. "Are you alright?", your gaze fixed on him. "I was just about to get in my room when I heard some noises in your-", pointing your finger towards his flat.

Cutting off his view from her, he took a glimpse and went back to your eyes. "Yes, everything is alright."

"Are you sure?, you look like you haven't rested well enough, I have an extra box of chamomile tea, I can give it to you", as you tilt your head sideways, before motioning your body a bit to get into your flat.

Steven stepped his right foot out, stopping you, “No- it's alright,” he said. “It was- I was trying to catch my fish", swallowing nervously. Palming his own head on how crazy his excuse sounded. Of course who’s going to believe that thing and all what happened minutes ago.

Glancing sideways behind his figure, "okay", knowing too well it's not the truth, however you still nodded, not wanting to drag the situation any longer. Taking his anxious look as a cue to drop the subject.

"You look dashing tonight, is there a celebration? Did you get promoted?", nudging him on his side as you giggled hoping for good news.

He lowered down his head, putting his hands in his pockets, “Actually- I had a date at this steak house on Friday”, he paused, “But I didn’t realize that it was already two days ago… I missed it.”

The deafening silence of his surroundings made him more nervous when you didn’t open your mouth. Until he heard your footsteps walk back into your flat, as the light in your room slowly disappeared right before his eyes.

When, suddenly Steven felt something poked his shoulder. Meeting your gaze, his eyes widened when he saw your arms full of some boxes of muffins and a jar of brewed tea.

Averting your eyes from him, he noticed a hint of blush on your cheeks. “I know it wasn’t as classy as the steak you ate but we can share these”, lifting the treats above your chest, “and I hope we can- you know talk about whatever you like or maybe about the story of Ra, which you told me the other day, to make you feel better”. Shutting your lips waiting for his answer. Your mind jumps to different conclusions but you were adamant to lift his spirits up. Hoping to see himself the way you do.

His lips curved into a grin that reached ear to ear. “Yes, sure, that sounds great!”, swinging fully at the door behind him.

Steven watched you get inside his flat, fixed gaze as you placed the box on the table. You were always there with him when things were messy to handle.

A hymn started to fill up like honey into his ears, the taste of spices that makes his tongue thrilled with this new sensation. His cheeks painted with a tinge of red, wanting to jump gleefully.

A sudden flash of doubt started to grow again on his head. What if this was just a mirage? Once he comes close to you, you’ll vanish in thin air.

A gentle voice calling out his name. He did not notice he was just standing in the hallway, preoccupied with his thoughts. You giggled as you motioned your hand, “What are you waiting for? Get in”.

“Is this a kind of- a date?”, he asked hesitantly.

Small creases formed on the sides, looking directly on to his eyes, flashing him a warming smile, “of course", without any hesitance. God he won’t get tired of that smile he always loved. He slowly nodded to set all in his mind.

“Now, come on or else I will eat all of these muffins”, pointing down to the box.

He chuckled, as he closed the door. Another chance to keep his mind away from the chaos. To live at this moment.

Maybe it was a Sunday date at all.

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[cassiebones]

You know, when Bruno disappeared, both Isa and Dolores would have been, at most, 12 years old, so when he told Dolores that "the man of my dreams would be just out of reach, betrothed to another" she was likely a preteen. 11 or 12, most likely. Maybe she already had a crush on Mariano at the time and he saw this. He saw this and had a vision and saw that Mariano getting ready for a proposal to Isa and was like "yikes, I should warn Dolores"

Only, Bruno has very little tact for a grown man. He probably sidled up to Dolores in the middle of town while she was gazing at Mariano and was like "um, I don't think that's gonna work out." And Dolores is like "what? Idk what you're talking about. Who's Mariano?!?! Pfft! I don't have a crush! Lame.....why not?"

But Bruno doesn't want to cause any animosity between his nieces, so he tells her that Mariano is going to marry somebody else in the future, so Dolores should look elsewhere. He thinks he's being gentle when he says this, but he's actually rather blunt about it.

Dolores is, of course, devastated, because she really likes Mariano, because he's sweet and a little bit of a Mama's boy, and she can hear him recite his poetry alone sometimes.

So she's upset and runs away crying and Bruno knows he fucked up and now Pepa is gonna come after him and he already ruined her wedding day which, 12 years later, she still has not forgiven him for.

So he stays in his room for a few days, avoidant, but Pepa never comes for him and there are no big storms. It seems Dolores never told her mother about what her Tío Bruno said.

Anyway, within the year, Mirabel doesn't get her gift and Bruno refuses to destroy the family with another one of his visions, so he "leaves" and starts building a life with his rats in the wall.

Less than a month in, there's a knock on the wall near him and he jumps out of his skin, terrified that his mother or one of his sisters has found him.

"Tío Bruno?" It's Dolores. "Are you in there?" He doesn't respond, can't even breathe. "I can hear your heartbeat, Tío." He lets out his breath. "I won't tell anybody," she promises. "I know how...I know you weren't happy."

Bruno sighs. "Thanks," he says. Then, "Dolores? I'm sorry about Mariano. I just...I didn't want you to get hurt when you were older and he...I'm so sorry."

"I know, Tío," she says. "It's okay. Maybe it's better to know now than to find out when it's too late."

Bruno chuckles. "You're the only person who's ever said that about one of my visions. Everybody always blames me for the bad things that happen."

"Like Señora Díaz and her goldfish? Even I could have told her that Teodora was going to die soon. Her water was yellow."

"Right?!? You get it."

"Father Delgado still complains that you told him his hair was gonna disappear, but Mamà said that he was already half-bald when you told him that." She giggles. "He's been trying to comb it over. It looks funny."

"That's because he has, like, four hairs left." Dolores snorts. "Thanks for not telling anybody, Lo. It means a lot."

"I know," Dolores says. "Sometimes people give me dirty looks in the streets because they think I know all their secrets, like it's somehow my fault they don't know how to shut their mouths when they're alone."

"The line between a gift and a curse is razor-thin."

"Not for Isabela," Dolores says, and for the first time Bruno can hear some bitterness in her voice. "All she does is grow flowers and everybody loves her."

"True," Bruno concedes, "but you don't know what's going on inside her head. Or the pressure she may be under from your Abuela. When we were young, when we first got our gifts, Julieta was the perfect one. Anything she made, even the tiniest tortilla, could heal a sickness that had scourged somebody for years. She was expected to cook day and night so that anything the townspeople needed was at their disposal. If they had the tiniest little paper cut, they came here for an arepa."

"Really?" Dolores asked. "Just for a paper cut?"

"There's a reason Dante has such a big gut now. He would think of any reason for food. I warned him he'd get fat."

Dolores giggles again. "So what did Tía Julieta do?"

"She refused to cook for a full week," Bruno said. "She refused to even come out of her room."

"Was Abuela mad at her?"

"At first," said Bruno, "but eventually she realizes that she was pushing her too hard, so they came up with a compromise; Abuela cooks breakfast and Julieta cooks lunch for the townspeople. At dinner, either Pepa or I will help her prepare food. And she gets at least one day off per week. No cooking."

"That's a good compromise," Dolores said.

"I agree. She's much happier now."

There's a long moment of silence.

"Why didn't Mirabel get a gift?"

Bruno sighs. "I don't know," he admits.

"Abuela says the magic may be all gone. Or that there's something wrong with her."

"There's NOTHING wrong with her," Bruno says, fiercely. "Nothing. She's perfectly fine. Just...Casita doesn't make these decisions lightly. If they didn't give her a gift, there's a good reason for it, okay?"

"Okay."

"Take care of her for me, will you? She needs a friend more than anything right now."

"I will," Dolores promises, because she's already seen the way that Abuela is pulling back from Mirabel since her failed gift ceremony and Isabela is being a bit cold, too. "I'll be her friend."

"Thanks, Lo," Bruno says. "And thank you for keeping my secret, too."

"Anytime, Tío."

A few years later, Dolores starts to notice how Mariano gazes at Isabela and she gets mad at both Isa and Bruno. She knows it's not either of their fault, but she can't help how she feels.

Bruno knows immediately that she's upset and asks what's wrong, but she ignores him for a full week, before finally breaking.

"Why didn't you tell me it was Isabela?" She's 17 now. Almost marrying age. She hasn't been able to get over Mariano. He's the nicest boy in town. He's sweet and a little accident-prone, but cute. She's in love with him and it hurts to see him fawn over Isa, who barely notices him.

"I didn't want you to hate her," Bruno admits. "You two were always close, like sisters. I can't imagine hating either of my sisters."

"I could never hate Isa," Dolores says. "But I...I don't know how to be okay with this."

"It will get better," Bruno says. "Hopefully."

"No, it won't," Dolores says. "She doesn't even like him. She likes..."

She goes quiet for so long that Bruno thinks she left.

"Dolores?"

"She doesn't like Mariano at all. She never will," she whispers. "They'll both be miserable."

"Maybe you can change that."

"No. Your visions always come true. Nothing can change them."

It's Bruno's turn to be quiet at that. He can't tell her about his last vision before he left. He can't panic her like that. So he's quiet for a long moment.

"I'm so sorry, Dolores," he says. "I really am."

Dolores sighs. "I know, Tío. I know."

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[theficplug]

Taking Erik To The Beauty Supply Store 2 / Barber Shop With Erik

Erik Killmonger x Black Reader

Warnings : mature/sexual conversations?

it's a regular day in the stevens household. going to the beauty supply store again & the barber shop but hey it's fun cause it's you and your man.

First taking Erik to the beauty supply store fic:

“I could beat the brake off her lying ass. First of all, I should’ve known something was up cause she asked me if I’m natural. I said yes. She said well I normally do relaxed hair.. Then said you got to have your hair washed and blow dried already… Talking about she was going to have me serving 90s Nia Long. This bitch got me looking like big momma when she came home for that motherfucking party.” You continue your rant as Erik moves around the room looking for your body butter and your fluffy shoes to put on for the day.

You wanted a cute 90s pixie cut to go along with the theme of the maternity shoot which was like the cheesy 90s mall style set with the faded backdrop.

180 dollars and a lopsided , almost a golden bob later and you are still thinking about snatching her out of that salon.

“I’m gonna try and trim it up myself and dye it before the maternity photos tomorrow. But I’mma get two wigs just in case I mess up.” You explain to Erik as he begins to spread the body butter up your legs leaving a golden glow on your skin.

“Not you down there cackling after getting some hang time on the locs you been growing since high school... It’s quiet, ain't no back talk.” You banter with him and he stops massaging your legs to give you a look and laughs softly before giving you a retort of his own.

“You got a lot to say for somebody that can’t even lotion they ashy lil knees.”

“Your daughter been pushing against my organs for 8 and a half months. I don’t wanna hear nothing unless its about my push present. You know that I like rings… My engagement ring looking reeeealll lonely.” you say to him as you dangle your hand in front of his face.

“You look so fucking good today baby… Say, Big Fine, lemme get your number… I’mma eat the f-” he trails off kissing your legs and letting his tongue trail up it and you grab his chin softly.

“Boy if you don’t come on before you be late for your appointment… Can I stop and get a blue raspberry slushie first though?” you ask him and he sighs softly before giving you a small smile and nodding.

“Yeah, hold on let me grab your shoes and purse and then we can go.”

“And obviously yes when we come back before I install that lace front you can beat, duh.” you reply to him before giving him a peck to his lips.

After he grabs everything and helps you down the stairs. And with his help of putting you into his big ass truck you two are on your way.

“We’re going to get my hair cut first cause I already know you’re going to want to go to 2 different stores and it’s only gon’ take him about 15 minutes at the most to line me up.”

He wasn’t lying with the way that you liked to scan every section of the store before you left because to be honest where else were you going to get a pair of skittle shorts, bomb ass lip glosses, and a cute little panda hand sanitizer holder all in one place?

“Okay, sounds like a plan.. The way that I was supposed to have a hot girl summer this year and ended up with a damn its too hot for me to even put my clothes on mom summer. You really were not playing about trying to start a family on your birthday.” you joke as you crunch on your goldfish and look over at Erik.

“I think you just got finer through this whole thing. Watching my baby grow my baby is something surreal. In the beginning watching you go through all of the morning sickness and the body aches and stuff. I felt so bad you know not being able to physically take on all that was going on with you. I aint gon’ never not be appreciative and awe of you.” Erik replies with a serious comment that you were not expecting and you’d be damned if the hormones aren’t doing their thing.

“I really did not expect you to say that. Baabbbee, come on. You know I cry about everything right now. Love you.” you lean over to wrap your arms around him gently and kiss the side of his face while he’s focusing on the road.

“I love you too…. I think I’mma get my locs cut off soon. I don’t know why I’m ready to get a fade and just call it a day.” he questions before looking over at you briefly

“Either way you still gonna look good. I knew you before you even got your locs so you’re gonna look even better now because you grew into your head. Dee be cutting the fuck outta your hair even though he been bald for a good 40 years.” you say and it causes Erik to let out a loud laugh and shake his head.

You eventually ended up ordering a blue raspberry lemonade slushie, a hotdog and fries because Sonic basically took all of Erik's money at this point in your pregnancy.

The rest of your ride was chill as you both swayed to the music or turned it down for a little chat every now and then.

In public was always very protective of you but especially since becoming pregnant he has been hovering over you like a lion waiting for someone to even look at you for too long.

He hops out of the sleek matte black truck first to help you out and sling his arm around your waist with a hand resting on your belly.

You feel some eyes on you as you walk through the door. Your multi-coloured sundress that showcased your back, flowing with you.

Some of the men, new to the shop you assumed, were eyeing you down before Erik looked over their way and nods at them and they pretended to check their phones.

“What's up E? Damn lil sis look like she’s about to pop! How you feeling baby girl?” Dee greets you and Erik as you both walk in and some of the regulars in there say hey to the both of you.

“I’m alright Dee. Baby is just really ready to see the world. She has been kicking up a storm at times. I think we might have a little athlete here.” you reply and you watch as the greyed man with freckles across his cheeks and bridge of his nose eyes crinkle as he finishes cutting the man's hair sitting in the chair.

“I remember when I became a father for the first time. Shits wild because you think that you know everything there is to know and then when you actually see your baby take that first breath. It’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced before.” He continues as he shows you a photo of his 4 children and you give him a small smile.

“Ooh, they’re beautiful.” you compliment him as you settle into your seat and scroll on your phone on your phone waiting for Erik to be next.

Some time went by and the men seemed like they were trying to keep their conversation in a hush and you can see some eyes on you as they talked back and forth.

“I’m just saying if you want a threesome with your girl and you expect her to be okay with letting another woman into her bed. You need to match her energy. Could you imagine your girl asking you to bring a whole nother man into your room if that’s not what you’re into? Instead of asking for it. Maybe try bringing toys into the situation. Could spice it up a notch and be in both of your comfort zones. Personally, couples vibrators seem to do the trick just fine.” You advise as you look up from scrolling on your Pinterest feed.

The little huddle of them in front of you stopped talking and immediately looked up at you in silence before Dee’s laugh broke it.

“I don’t know about bringing another man in. That ain't my thing but I get what you're saying. Which ones would you recommend?” The one named Leron asked and you notice Erik is now paying attention , looking from you to them to make sure they stay respectful.

“You better let them know , baby girl! That’s how that baby popped into fruition. She got you with the tantric breathing, huh E?” he jokes and Erik cracks into a smile, his golds gleaming as he looks at you.

“She not wrong. Engage in what your woman like too. Yoga, talking during sex, giving as much as you receive from her, all that. ” He says casually and shrugging and you give him a small smile cause this man done come so far from when you met him.

After he finishes lining up his beard, Erik pays and you’re on your way to one of your favourite places.

“You look so sexy. Your beard is all lined up crisp and stuff. I told you that beard oil was gonna even it out.” you say to him and kiss him below his ear . His hand gripped your thigh gently and you repeated it again.

It didn’t take long before you were at one of your favourite places.

You turned to Erik and asked him to buy a stocking cap for you to try on the wigs that you liked and wanted to see before you purchased it.

You slid on the stocking cap over your hair before grabbing a cute little 27 piece pixie cut wig just to try it on and see what it was giving . You finger combed it and turned to Erik to ask him how it looks.

“Like you finna start singing “Truth is i’m tired. Take me to the king. Here’s my offering-” .” You hold in your laugh as you push Erik’s chest and he grabs your hands.

“I can’t stand your ass !” You say cracking up and Erik grabs the stocking cap from his pocket that he brought himself and slides it over his locs.

You watch as he grabs one of the bobs from the mannequin and sits it half cocked on his head before shaking it side to side.

“What’s cooler than being cool? Ice cold. You know what to do doooo. You know what to doooo.... This is your grand daddy. This is your grand daddy.” Erik starts acting like Andre 3000 and Mr. Brown. You swear this man was gonna make you push out this baby with how hard you were laughing at him.

“Why are you moving your lips like thaaat? What’s your name? B.O.B, so they calling you Bob? Stop playing nigga you know that I’m known for the bob.” you sing the nicki minaj lyrics to him and both of y’all get a good laugh before he takes off the wig and places it carefully back on the mannequin.

He looks over at the one that looked the most like your hair before you got it cut and slides it on.

His expressions changed and he narrowed his eyes at you before putting his hand on his stomach.

“Whew, my god E. You did this to me and for what? My ankles looking like cornbread huh? Look at this shit bae! If my nose swells for real in these next months, we fighting. Damn, I’m getting thick. I look like I'm pregnant in the front and the back. Can you get me two shrimp po’boys and some fries on the way home? ERIK, wake up- You our baby look like Stitch in this ultrasound? Stop playing , im for real.” he sounds exactly like you and mimicked your expressions to a t.

You giggled softly and snatched his wig off leaving him standing there looking crazy in the cap.

“You wanna fight?” You ask him before walking up on him like you’re on bad girls club and swinging the wig at him.

He helped you put the wig back on the mannequin and kissed both of your hands before continuing through the aisle with you.

You both ignored how many times the employee passed by or watched you as you grabbed some of the products from the shelf and put it into your little cart that you wanted to try.

“You wish this was you, huh? You wanted to be Future from 8 Mile so bad, huh? ” you ask Erik , laughing as you point to the full lace faux locs wig that’s in front of you and he shakes his head.

“She got you down bad. This you?” he asks you as he points to the lil gold church wig that’s sitting on the top shelf and you suck your teeth at him .

“You wanna dip dye your hair for tomorrow? A pretty auburn colour would look so good on you or even a baby blue?” You ask him as you move away from the wigs after deciding to put a off black lace front straight wig in your cart and another in sandy blonde with deep waves.

You scan the shelf of dye as Erik wraps his arm around your waist and takes a look.

“This one looks good right here.” He adds as he hands you a colour called Electric Blue.

“This is gonna look so good on you bae.” You compliment him and he leans down to kiss you softly.

“You only tryna compliment me cause you want me to help you install that wig. You think you slick bae.” he calls as he walks off towards the hair care products for his locs.

“Well, if I’m finna use the little energy I have to retwist your hair you could at least extend the helping hand!” You call after him.

“I haven’t tried peppermint oil yet but it should be good to add to my mix? Look, I found this small ass bonnet. She’s gonna be able to match us.” He says walking back to you and showing you the lilac bonnet in his hand and you swear you were about to tear up again cause all 3 of you were gonna have matching bonnets and durag.

“If she takes after both of us she’s gonna have a head full of hair. To cover that melon from your side.” You tease him

“Come on and grab your butterfly wings for your eyes so we can go home and finish our show. I’mma cook them snow crabs for you too.” he says to you and you can see him watching you like you hung the moon in the sky yourself as you venture off.

You grabbed the edge control, lashes, a new lipstick, earrings, glosses, Got2b spray, and some accessories for Erik’s hair before meeting him at the counter.

It took him all of two seconds to pay for your beauty supply store addiction and you were off on your way back to the crib to love on him.

Erik was currently standing behind you while you sat in the chair in his old large tshirt and held down the wig to the Ghost Bond glue.

You were talking him through helping you finish the install because you just didn't have the energy to do it.

“Okay you gon’ take a lil piece and wrap it around the wand. But please be careful baby. This one goes from like 0 to a 400 degrees so fast.” you warn and watch in the mirror as he takes the first piece and follows your instructions.

You watch him for a while focusing on your head and asking if you liked the way that it’s turning out. You smile softly at him and nod.

“I'm so grateful , you know. “ you say to him with a pout

“Damn, I was just about to send you a do you like me back yes or no text after this too.” he jokes and you shake your head.

“I’m tryna be serious and appreciate you-” you are cut off by him leaning down and pushing his plump lips out for a kiss from you

“I love you too. 2 more weeks and I get to have my two babies in my arms. What more could I want? ”

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(Long post. Sorry I'm still learning how to do the read more thing! Sorry for being gone from here for so long. This one really helped me ease back into writing especially after how much love the first one received!)

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