#That happens stupidly often to me yikes

[mellarked-katnisseverdeen]

Getting around to some writing so y'all know the drill!

Asks, send them! Everlark, THG or whatever else within reason lets goo.

#Everlark #Johale #Katniss Everdeen #Peeta Mellark #gale hawthorne #Johanna Mason #The Hunger Games #Also SO sorry for my mistake post for anyone who saw it XD. #That happens stupidly often to me yikes

[yandere-sins]

Stares

Horrortober Day 5: Disturbance “Nothing can interrupt us now.”

I will admit I wrote this one way too late into the night. I should go to sleep yikes :’D Enjoy!

Warnings: Yandere, Body Horror, Kidnapping, Molestation, Harrassment, Sexual Innuendos/Actions Characters: Sukuna x Reader

It was rare to see the King of Curses calm and even a little approachable.

Not that you liked seeing him at all, but you preferred it this way than any other. Ever so often, he peeked out of Itadori Yuji’s face, taunting you, belittling his host. However, you were just glad to get through with your work that day, teaching the boy the necessary theory he had to learn. You’d be gone before you had to deal with the host or the curse inside of him, just like every day. Routine, that’s what Nanami called it. Routine would benefit all of you, but you still hadn’t come around to like what you were forced to do.

Morally, it was wrong to call the boy a curse. He ate something cursed, and now he was beyond screwed, but still… Whenever you saw him, pure survival instinct ran through your veins. You wanted to defeat him, end this miserable life, but you weren’t allowed. Sorcerers weren’t supposed to teach curses, just kill. But you were torn between your orders and duty, looking at what was sitting in front of you.

Asking other sorcerers for their opinion on the matter, and you were faced with the same responses. The same struggle and conflict you were facing, except, maybe, Gojo, who seemed to be unbothered by what he dragged into your holy halls. However, the most unnerving thing that came up in conversation was how often Sukuna showed himself in your class… but not in the others. Given, they did see the casual third or fourth eye, or one mouth too many. Still, even if the others were unnerved, they chose to ignore, while you were the only one to actually have spoken to the king—though it was no honor.

“Brat, the teacher’s staring.” Instantly, Yuji’s attention shifted to the extra mouth on his cheek and then to you, expecting you to say something. You quickly caught your composure, not having realized you’ve been staring - probably in disgust - at him, almost feeling bad. Clearing your throat, you picked up your book again, shaking your head in denial before continuing to monotonously read the text inside of it out loud. Sorcerer history hadn’t been your favorite subject either, but you were stuck with it, unfortunately. Yuji was diligent enough, but even while you read, you couldn’t get your mind off the threat in front of you.

Especially not when long, clawed fingers gripped your book by the spine, lowering it with surprising force.

“No, you’ve been staring. There’s no denying it, Sorcerer, spit it out,” Sukuna grinned at you cheekily, having temporarily taken over your real student.

“I was trying not to vomit looking at you,” you snarled back, slapping his hand away that he retracted in fake hurt. “Bad liar,” he called you before the marks suddenly faded, Yuji going back to being himself.

“Ah, sorry about that,” he muttered apologetically like so many times before. And you sighed, assuring him it wasn’t his fault.

»»————————

It wasn’t his fault either when Sukuna cornered you in one of the hallways around the school. Being cornered by strong two arms did not give you the butterflies that all these novels always tried to sell. Granted, you flinched pretty hard, but once you were face to face with him, your anger far outweighed your fear. He was scary, no question asked. Sukuna could destroy you with a flick of his finger. But somehow, naively so, you didn’t believe he would. Something about ‘he could have, but he hasn’t’ made you bold apparently. Stupidly so.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” you hissed, and he rolled his eyes. Yuji’s body looked stupidly wasted on him, the boy being such a ray of sunshine in contrast to his evil counterpart. Sukuna didn’t become him. His attitude didn’t.

“You’ve been staring at me,” he repeated. Why was the topic so important to him?

“So what? What is it to you?” you returned snidely. Lips curling into a grin, you felt like you had actually humored him. Not the direction you wanted to go with the King. “Well, I wanted a good look at you…” he mumbled, his eyes driving from the shirt on your collarbones to the shoes you were wearing slowly, noticeably, and… lusty.

“...too,” he finished his sentence before licking his lips.

“Disgusting,” you whispered dryly, staring at him perturbed, and Sukuna chuckled at your obvious rejection.

“Well, I have what I wanted.”

Before you could repeat, he disappeared, leaving behind a slumping student of yours, and you cursed the King of Curses quietly, dropping everything to had in your arms to support Yuji. “Asshole,” you mumbled, and for a brief moment, you thought you heard him chuckle again, but you couldn’t be sure.

»»————————

It was him. He was planning something all along, and you knew it.

But no one could see it since this plan almost exclusively involved you.

“Shrivel and die,” you told him through gritted teeth, pushing at his chest as hard as you could. Sukuna was undeterred, pressing you against the old chalkboard and nibbling on your earlobe. Why did no one believe you when you swore up and down that he wasn’t just a quiet bystander? That he indeed was trying to do something—or someone?

“I do love a filthy mouth,” he sighed, making you want to throw up just from the implications alone. Even with your elbow between you, there was no movement. The other sorcerers had told you about Yuji’s strength, but you didn’t think you couldn’t handle it. Apparently, however, you couldn’t, and it was infuriating. While Sukuna was doing as he pleased, you decided on a different approach, opening your mouth to scream.

Finally, it caused some reaction in him, his head recoiling at the jarring sound, but before long, your lips were captured with his, a fight breaking out between your mouths. He was trying to silence you efficiently with his tongue in your throat, the mere thought of kissing a student repulsing you, and you were biting at his lips which didn’t seem to bother Sukuna at all.

“Someone will come,” you reminded him fiercely as he broke away to give you some air.

“Silly,” he only commented before kissing you again. You were hammering at his chest, trying to make your disapproval evident, but it was to no avail. Sukuna wouldn’t budge. Only when he, mercifully, allowed another breath, you screamed again, using your palms to defend from his face closing in to shut you up. The weight of his body was pressing you into the wall painfully, but realizing your powers simply wouldn’t show no matter how hard you tried was even worse. Did he have some kind of ability that stole your energy from you? Was it fear that blocked you from using it? Were you afraid?

You were. 

It was indeed silly, even if it was painful to agree with Sukuna. You never feared for your life, taking every day and mission as it came. But you were scared now because of the monster in front of you. You had been right: you should have killed him when you could. Stupid! Absolutely stupid to keep around!

Even you understood that it wasn’t death you feared. You feared Sukuna’s presence and the effects it had on you. How defenseless you were suddenly and how, even though he always disappeared in the end after annoying you, he just didn’t seem to let go of you now. 

“Scream some more,” he taunted, and you weren’t going to object. Immediately, you put up the fight again, feeling your lungs clench when you robbed them of all the air to get some help. But nothing happened. “I like it when they struggle,” Sukuna laughed, crazy, madly, victoriously. As if he won a war you didn’t know about.

“Come, open your eyes! Look where you are!” he encouraged you, grinning from ear to ear. Confused, you looked around, seeing the same old classroom that you always had when teaching Yuji. The sight slowly began to shift, fog collecting at your feet and the walls moving unnaturally under your gaze. You’ve been scared before, but it was nothing compared to what you felt as everything shifted. 

You hadn’t realized it. 

Not for one moment did you know he activated his domain, something no one had been able to explore until now. It was different from what you expected, much more vast and deadly. But you also saw the remainders of the classroom, and you wondered how much of it was taking up the actual reality. Horrified, you looked around, now knowing your screams wouldn’t echo for no one but you two here. You always thought you were a decent sorcerer but maybe… maybe you were nothing at all. At least not in the eyes of Sukuna.

“Finally,” Sukuna sighed, satisfied and seemingly exhausted by effort you didn’t know he was making. “Nothing can interrupt us now. I just needed you to lower your guard.”

“You…” Your mumble was met with deafening silence. Not even Sukuna’s breathing made a sound in this space, and you immediately felt claustrophobic in the pitch black that encased the realm. His realm.

“I was nice. I waited. Those… manga said it was proper in these times, though, I don’t care for them. But you kept staring at me as if you were trying to kill me. Do you know how hard it was to wait? A king shouldn’t have to wait-no. I shouldn’t have to wait for you when you are coming on to me.”

Blinking a few times, you looked back at him. Perhaps, for the first time, you were truly meeting his gaze, always finding a reason to not look at him directly before. But not anymore. Now you were indeed looking at him, not remembering those times he said you stared when this was the first and only time you really saw him. “It’s been too long that I had company. How nice of you to offer yourself up to me~”

“I never did-” you tried to argue, but you were swept into another kiss, flailing in his arms as you feared falling. Endlessly. You could no longer discern where the realm started and ended. “You’re mine now,” he growled, unhinged.

“I will devour you, Looker. It’s punishment for not welcoming me sooner. There’s a lot to make up for.”

You’ve never seen Sukuna calm before. Because if what you had witnessed was what you called calm, it had been because he was waiting for the right moment. The right moment to pounce, and to your misery, it was now. Stares could kill, people said. It was true, you found out, as you killed yourself with it by making the King of Curses recognize you. Though, you wished you were dead.

You merely killed your freedom with your actions, as there was no way Sukuna would let you have that ever again after you piqued his interest unwillingly.

#Sukuna #ryomen sukuna #Sukuna jjk #yandere sukuna #yandere!sukuna #Jujutsu Kaisen #JJK #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere!jujutsu kaisen #yandere jjk #yandere!jjk #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere fanfiction #yandere writing #yandere stories #yandere oneshots #yandere oneshot #yandere drabble #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #Yandere TW #horrortoberchallenge2021

[heroofpenamstan]

—OC PROFILES: JOANNE & MICHAEL

tagged by the lovelies: @shallow-gravy​, @shellibisshe​, @belorage​, @honeysides​, @strafethesesinners​, @faithchel​, @blissfulalchemist​! thank you, dears! x since i’m tragically late to the party as per usual, not going to be tagging anyone since i assume most of my mutuals have done it, but if you want to go right ahead and tag me too so i can see! :”)) also, fair warning: 80% of the questions i answered at ungodly hours overmedicated on paracetamol and it shows because re-reading this in the morning was a Yikes

GENERAL

name: joanne burton alias(es): jo, annie ( mike exclusive ), burton, dep, jr. deputy, rook, traitor, sinner, wrath/pain in the ass ( john exclusive ), rabbit ( jacob exclusive ), heinous fucking bitch—( also john exclusive ), black widow ( new dawn au ) gender: cis. female age: 29 birth: 30th october, 1988 place of birth: meridian, idaho spoken languages: english; may or may not recite some hebrew lines over the holidays sexual preference: bisexual occupation(s): junior deputy of hope county, montana/menace to all cultists everywhere ( in a certain radius of said hope county, montana, anyway )

APPEARANCE

eye colour: brown hair colour: black height: 157cm ( 5′2 ), or approximately 7′11 when balancing on michael’s shoulders to peer inside john’s windows scars: split right eyebrow ( thanks, jake ), minor cuts and incorrectly healed bruises and gashes, scarred bullet wound on left hip ( you’re welcome, jake )

FAVOURITE

colour: orange or yellow or cyan, or whatever is more stupidly eye-catching and not at all fit for her current environment song: i’ve been thinking by handsome boy modeling school food: various stir-fries, fruits and protein ( or anything that she claims to be “healthy” when, truly, bitch is one step away from living off of instant noodles and canned pineapple and cigarette buds from dutch’s stash ) drink: beerherbal teas and infusions

HAVE THEY

passed university: no, but passing the police academy was already a pleasant enough surprise for her had sex: today? no. two weeks ago? probably had sex in public: probably said two weeks ago gotten pregnant/ someone else pregnant: yes, but we don’t talk about it kissed a boy: yes ( derogatory ) kissed a girl: yes ( affectionate ) gotten tattoos: yes, loads: most were practice scribbles for her ex-girlfriend, and the only true meaningful one she possesses is lydia, scrawled into her pinky in remembrance. otherwise, john seed do not even engage with that rusty ass tattoo gun— gotten piercings: yes, loads multiplied; if there’s a place for a piercing in her ears, she has them. also, an old septum piercing she hasn’t worn in a hot second been in love: yes, loads squared ( girl rents out her heart on the weekdays and cries about the scratches she notices on saturday, but still repeats it all over again come monday; falling in love for her is easy, but actually loving someone and getting over her self-loathing to do so is a whole different ball game ) stayed up for more than 24 hours: she’s probably on hour 31 as we speak ( someone knock her out pls )

ARE THEY

a virgin: whitehorse has heard enough horror stories in the break room between her and joey to last him a lifetime a cuddler: closeted cuddler, yes a kisser: most definitely; woman has to play up her natural assets scared easily: her response time is too lagged for that jealous easily: depends; she’s more jealous of what she should have/could have/would have had in a general sense than being jealous of a particular person or a thing trustworthy: in her own way, yes dominant: disgustingly so submissive: not in this lifetime in love: very much so single: very much so part 2

RANDOM QUESTIONS (tw for self harm/suicide mention)

have they harmed themselves: yes, but it’s more by means of unintentional yet severe substance abuse thought of suicide: not as often as one would assume; joanne has a very strong sense of self-preservation, but tends to run from her bleak reality by means of one harmful way or the other attempted suicide: once or twice during her lowest points in life wanted to kill someone: on the daily have/had a job: girl had juggled three part-time jobs; there is nothing she fears anymore have any fears: ( see above ) to fall back into old bad habits, loss of control, death, failure, a bad future, poverty, being abandoned and forgotten, long stays at a hospital, the judges, the bliss, the power of john’s hair gel

FAMILY

sibling(s): micah burton ( older brother ) parent(s): abigail burton née belman ( mother ); jim burton ( father ) children: asher seed ( daughter in new dawn au ) significant other: jacob seed ( circumstantial lover/”could do without” mentor/#prisonwife #prisonhusband #imkidding #kinda ) pets: boomer for the cuddles, cheesecake for the throttles ( bitch naturally attracts the judges but will forget her dog 101 and run away like what does she think will happen then?? )

GENERAL

name: michael scott-hughes alias(es): mike, mikey, mickey ( mary may exlusive ), mike the bike/fall’s end’s bicycle, resistance’s poster boy, manwhore, cassanova, the archangel ( joseph exclusive ), the antichrist ( also joseph exclusive ), war dog, hughes boy ( fairgrave exclusive ) gender: cis. male age: 30 birth: 6th july, 1988 place of birth: fall’s end, montana spoken languages: english, russian, basic chinese mandarin and turkish sexual preference: pansexual occupation(s): residential shady, shady man ( international arm’s dealer, most recently demoted to local resistance leader and occasional general goods store co-owner )

APPEARANCE

eye colour: green hair colour: brown height: 181cm ( 5′11 ), and 6ft on tinder jkjk man’s confident enough to not grasp for that extra inch, unlike someone ( john ) scars: heavily burnt left hand ( from trying to fish out his ex girlfriend’s boiling corpse r.i.p. to that steaming puss— ), gash on his right temple, nicely healed gun wound on left shoulder, not so nicely healed amputated right hand ( man’s not having the best time in my canon, is he ), various incorrectly healed cuts and bruises

FAVOURITE

colour: green and rustics song: wild world by yusuf/cat stevens food: unlike the faker above, michael actually likes to cook and eat healthy meals, so anything from salads to veggies to oatmeal to soups will do ( and meat; man’s been a vegetarian for a grand total of 4 days in his entire life ( or 14, if you count the time he got abducted to john’s bunker womp )) drink: sugary drinkswhiskey, fresh juices, “water can be so, so sexy, annie—”

HAVE THEY

passed university: no, though michael really busted his ass to self-educate on subjects that will be beneficial to his line of work had sex: we stopped keeping tabs and numbers nearly ten years ago had sex in public: we stopped blinking at these types of shenanigans nearly ten years ago too gotten pregnant/ someone else pregnant: yes? no? maybe? ( mike’s too afraid to even think about it, but hopes he hasn’t fathered any babies any time soon ) kissed a boy: yes ( affectionate ) kissed a girl: yes ( affectionate² ) gotten tattoos: yes: the sword of damocles on his left inner forearm, intertwined snakes running across his right ribs, a tiny smiley face on his ass lord save him gotten piercings: yes, and everyone hated his attempt to revive the 90s with his lil earring like c’mon you already have a reputation of being a sleaze— been in love: yes, but surprisingly not as many times as one may think ( truthfully, three times: mary may, lana, joanne mary may again ) stayed up for more than 24 hours: sometimes it just cannot be helped

ARE THEY

a virgin: maybe in a past life as an amoeba a cuddler: yes ( try to escape his hold during a summer night i’ll give you 5 bucks if you can break the deadlock ) a kisser: he just exists to smooch at this point scared easily: truthfully, he’s quite desensitized as is, so it’s really hard to truly rock him jealous easily: no; though he might get a bit petty and bitter if someone mentions merle and mary may becuase, like, c’mon, mary—merle briggs? trustworthy: one of his better traits, but past events have shown that boy tends to lose some of his morals for love dominant: yes submissive: yes part 2 man will accommodate and switch it up in love: often single: loosely, often

RANDOM QUESTIONS (tw for self harm/suicide mention)

have they harmed themselves: michael has bad mental health trips stemming from having a lot of insecurities as a child; these may evolve into bad habits and pure recklessness on his part to prove his worth thought of suicide: these thoughts don’t come often, but when they do, it’s harder for him than most to shake them off and recover attempted suicide: once, during the boiling pit incident wanted to kill someone: yes, but it comes more from need than want usually have/had a job: yes, though no retail until he was 30 and stuck providing hope county with slugs and bullets have any fears: loneliness, rejection, abandonment, repercussions and consequences, not being good enough, powerlessness, loss, the angel pit, the process of dying

FAMILY

sibling(s): none, but: jackson hughes ( uncle ) parent(s): jessica hughes née scott ( mother ), david hughes ( father ) girl i have his whole family tree drawn up like you wouldn’t believe children: andrew hughes ( son in new dawn au and maybe canon ) significant other: mary may fairgrave ( childhood sweetheart/awkward ex/once in a rare cosmic event fuck buddy/volatile lovers ) pets: peaches loves him she doesn’t; she just wants to chew on his hair

#tag game #deputy joanne burton #michael s. hughes #oc: get to know jo #oc: build a bicycle #my stuff #far cry 5 oc

[writingssummit]

Hii, I love your writing! Can I pretty please request the prompt "quick, kiss me!" With Tsukishima. (Scenario preferably but anything is fine)

I'm fine with pretty much anything but I was thinking something along the lines of reader wants to make their crush jealous by kissing Tsukishima but Tsukishima likes reader and reader used to like Tsukishima but thought he didn't like them so they moved on, but when they kiss they both realize their true feelings.

I really hope that's not confusing. Even if you change it up though I don't mind I just like the prompt idea a lot.

a/n: hey there ! thank you so much, and of course! i haven’t written for him on here as of yet, but i do have a good enough idea of his general vibes lol. this is totally a good prompt, i love these kinds of things. gonna have some fun with this one. i set it in high school, sorry if that’s not what you were looking for ! here you go :D

word count: 1.4k

- TSUKISHIMA KEI -

to say that you were over tsukishima would not be a total lie. you knew from the get-go it wouldn’t happen, and even though you held on to whatever hope you had left, eventually, it was just time to give up. he just wasn’t interested in anyone like that, let alone you.

it hurt of course, but slowly, you were able to shove the feelings away for good. they wouldn’t bother your friendship anymore. you wouldn’t think of the way he was growing into a better middle blocker, his stupidly handsome glasses, and his weird hair that you always wanted to touch, but never had the courage to ask.

it was when a new person came around, that you had those feelings again, just not for him. every time you were near them, your heart fluttered, and you felt your chest tighten. it wasn’t the same, your heart cried, but you ignored it.

you met them at one of karasuno’s practice matches. being friends with tsukishima and somewhat friends with yamaguchi, you often spectated whenever you could, just to support them. there was another spectator there as well, apparently from the opposing school. you both were near each other due to the spacing in the gym, and you guys had immediately hit it off.

by the end of it, you had exchanged numbers right before they left to go back with their team. you gave them a small wave and a smile, feeling a little giddy about it. was this it? you moving on for real? you liked this feeling.

“your face looks annoyingly stupid right now.” tsukishima had appeared by you, towel around his neck. you laughed nervously.

“y-you think it’s stupid?” you already knew his answer, but you were hoping it’d be different this time. just once. you didn’t happen to notice something flash in his eyes before he closed them. he pushed his glasses up his nose..

and then he walked away.

your mouth dropped, and you scrambled after him. “tsukishima, just you wait a damn minute-”

as was your guy’s relationship. you stayed by his side (but not glued, that was yamaguchi’s thing), supported him, and he deflected and denied caring through meaningless jabs and insults. it was just tsukishima, after all, he just cared in his own way, you guessed. maybe.

your phone buzzed, and you looked down at your notifications. it was the person from the other school! your smile returned full throttle, and you immediately texted back.

you and the other student began to make a habit of texting and calling regularly, you enjoyed talking with them, and they made you feel something warm in your heart again.

soon enough, you knew you had a crush on them. maybe not a crush crush, but something inside of you did.

the joy you felt when the same team had requested a practice with karasuno was probably more than you should have felt, but this was exciting for you. the last practice had gone so well, that they decided to have another one. they’d texted you and told you that they’d be coming this time too.

you hummed to yourself, reading back on your texts, a new hobby of yours. they were really funny, so there were some good moments to read again. you were so absorbed in re-reading them, that you hadn’t noticed they had arrived already. your head shot up as they walked into the gym,

everyone was serious this time around. from the last time they played against each other, they had come up with a few counter-measures to their plays. At least, that’s what yamaguchi had told you. your friend gave you a small wave, heading over to where you were standing.

“hey again!” you chirped. they matched your enthusiasm, winking at you.

“hey hey, y/n!”

you guys were having friendly conversation, perhaps too friendly conversation. at least, that’s what was going through tsukishima’s brain. you were around him, but never really present. you’d stopped looking at him like that, it was directed towards the other person now. he didn’t realize or want to admit that he liked it, that he wanted that look reserved for himself. it was getting too late anyways, and his pride was not going to help. so he just watched as you fell into the other’s snares.

a few sets went by (they were just going at it, set after set until practice was done for the day), and you were wrapped up in your crush to pay any actual attention to the plays. this didn’t go unnoticed by a certain middle blocker.

the ball slammed past his hands, and onto their side of the court; nishinoya attempted to make a dig, but it was too fast for him. he was totally sure that the tall blonde could have gotten that. said tall blonde cursed under his breath, flexing his fingers one by one. he shouldn’t be getting so distracted by you.

“don’t mind, don’t mind!” hinata called out to him, and he glared over his shoulder at the shorter boy. “yikes!” he took a step back, bristling.

another game came and went, and you were confused. You couldn’t even tell if you had a chance with them, they liked you just fine, you knew that, but they always looked off at the court at one particular person; yachi.

you deflated a little. you knew she was cute, and lots of people thought she was. but you had hoped that maybe you would be the one they stared at. you didn’t want these feelings to be a repeat of last time, you wanted to take action for once. but how do you move things along? how does one even do that?

which is when an incredibly stupid idea came into your head. it was the dumbest idea ever, but it might work. it’s worked for other people, so it could work. but you didn’t know who to ask. You furrowed your brows, trying to think.

you ended up deciding not soon after, your brain was waving red flags but you ignored it. everyone was still packing up, so there was time to do this!

this might be for the wrong reasons, but they were right in your mind. you walked over to tsukishima with an intense look on your face, that even made him weary. he looked down at you with his signature blank face, maybe even a scowl.

“what are you st-”

your crush was about to walk past you both, now was the chance. you grabbed onto his arm.

“quick, kiss me.”

he was taken aback, his jaw clenched. “wh-”

“oh my god, just do it.” you grabbed hold of his shirt, and without even a blink, he leaned down to kiss you.

and it was everything you had expected. his lips were soft, and his hand was cold against the back of your neck. it was electric, it was..it was everything and more. and by the time he pulled away to stare down at you, you realized that you were just as confused as ever.

you enjoyed it. a lot. you thought that the feelings were buried away in their grave, but they had resurfaced just like that, as if you hadn’t tried so hard to forget them. was your friend just..just a rebound for tsukishima? your face lights on fire, and you let go of him right away. he looks at you intensely, and you gulp.

and of course, everyone had seen, because you guys were in the gym during clean up.

“oi, didn’t know you had a s/o, tsukishima!” tanaka slapped him on the back, which made him wince. “you gotta tell your senpai about these things, you know!”

“they’re no-”

you wave your hands around, shaking your head, but it was too late to take whatever that was back. your friend turned crush turned..who knows what raised their eyebrows in surprise.

“i didn’t realize you had a boyfriend! we should go on a double date sometime, my girlfriend wanted to meet you, and double dates are super fun!” you cough into your fist, still red. So they did have a s/o.

“well, he’s not my..boyfriend.” everyone tilted their head at that.

“then let me be it now.” your eyes widened in surprise, and you turned your head to look back at tsukishima. he wasn’t looking at you, and you knew that he would later reprimand you for kissing him out of nowhere and then making him confess in front of his teammates. your heart felt right. this was right, so how could you even say no? he liked you like you liked him. even if it took awhile to get here.

and tsukishima would make sure he was clear on those feelings once you were alone.

“yeah. yeah, okay.”

#haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyu requests #tsukishima x reader

[period-dramallama]

Queen’s Gambit (novel) review part 2: The Bad

Oh boy does it get bad

Here be spoilers. Cw: mention of rape

-Let’s begin with the bibliography: Linda Porter (ehhh inevitable I guess) Jasper Ridley (yikes) Alison Weir (yikes). There’s also Sex in Elizabethan England listed. While the Elizabethan period wasn’t far from the 1540s... it also wasn’t the 1540s. While there are other books listed, so it’s not just Porter, Ridley and Weir, there isn’t Starkey’s Elizabeth. And this was published pre-Starkey cancellation so there’s no excuse.

-Some modern slang creeps in ‘bossy’ ‘gob’. 

-If it isn’t our old friend Internalised Misogyny. Girls “giggle stupidly”. “Another woman might have cried over it. But not Katherine. Katherine is made of sterner stuff.” *Checks Not Like Other Girls off my bingo card*

-At one point Parr says Latin is “a dying language”. In the 1540s. Suuuuuuuure it is. 

-Dorothy says that because she can’t read, it doesn’t matter to her whether the gospels are in English or Latin. Fremantle... you do realise ‘reading aloud’ is a thing, right? And it was how illiterate people received their knowledge of religion?

- So Parr is raped during the Pilgrimage of Grace. She lets a (fictional according to the author) rapist called Murgatroyd rape her in order to spare Meg Neville, her stepdaughter. She learns later in the novel that he broke his word and raped Meg anyway and Meg kept it secret from Parr. Parr gets pregnant from the rape and the baby dies. I....I don’t see what this backstory is for. What does it add to the story. 

-The end of the novel has a And The Moral Of The Story Is feel to it. No me gusta.

-Anne Parr set my teeth on edge. She calls Elizabeth “trouble” and “a minx”. She says of Katherine Howard “you can’t imagine how crude she was or how shallow”. I wanted to reach into the novel and slap her. Katherine Parr herself says Howard was “insufferably vain” and “poor child” “just a girl”. No me gustan. 

-Speaking of female characters, Anne Stanhope, being Katherine’s rival, is a 2D caricature. She has “bulbous eyes” “her eyes swivel like a reptile’s”. 

-”there is that one drooping eye- quite hideous.” Fremantle... people exist IRL with drooping eyes. Keep your ableism to yourself, thanks. Nobody wanted to hear it, trust me.

-People are throwing wine cups around? Why? Table manners were a big deal in this era. 

-Katherine Parr telling Elizabeth that Elizabeth “has a fickle nature.” This is unfair, the real young Elizabeth was loyal to her servants, like Ashley and Parry, during the crisis of 1548. 

-Dodgy tenses- it’s in present tense, but then it has to often jump to past tense to describe things that have happened before the book and happened off page before the events of the ‘now’ of this chapter. It can feel jarring and confused.

-The author has an annoying habit of giving us the set up, but then the emotional payoff happens off page and we’re told about it after it’s happened. For example, Dot is separated from Parr and imprisoned for ages, Parr is worried about her, but their reunion- which should be a heartwarming moment- is off page. There’s also a whole subplot in the first 100 pages of Dot and William Savage having sexual tension. But then their first kiss and sex happens off page and we’re told about it after it happened, in the past tense, instead of being there in the moment.

-SPEAKING OF SEX SCENES 

”she could feel his thing through his hose”

^This was published by Penguin. PENGUIN. 

^ I would like to take this opportunity to tell y’all that this woman studied Creative Writing. Her sex scenes are just... so tacky. Even when they’re not CURSED. 

-At one point there’s Drama because Dot discovers her boyfriend William Savage is married and didn’t tell her. She dumps him, he says that he doesn’t love his wife, he loves Dot and he didn’t tell her because she’d dump him if she knew. -.- His wife later conveniently dies in childbirth along with the baby so that Dot and William can marry. Given his wife died birthing his baby William Savage clearly wasn’t sexually faithful to Dot while they were having an affair -which was why Dot was angry in the first place- so his protestations of love ring hollow IMHO.

#katherine parr #ec fremantle #elizabeth fremantle

[ryuichirou]

Out of all the snk shipping fandoms, which one do you think is the best/most wholesome? And which one is the worst/most toxic? Reminder that we’re talking about fandoms here and not ships (btw even tho I hate ereri I can’t help but love your art about it, it’s just amazing and hilarious, keep it up!)

Interesting question! As you might know, we don’t consider ourselves a part of any shipping fandom (or any fandom in general), so we can only talk about how we (and people we know) were treated by them. There won’t be much of an “inside” experience, because well we’re not “inside” any of these. And a lot of it is “people who ship X tend to shit on Ereri absolutely unprovoked at every chance they get, so we really don’t like them” lol

Obligatory and very obvious: loving a certain ship doesn’t make you a good/bad person, and there are a lot of wholesome people in any shipping fandom: we’ve met a lot of very kind, helpful and open-minded folks during these two years. So if any of you read this and think “oh, I ship X too, and this doesn’t sound like me or my friends at all”, chances are I’m not talking about you. But there’s always a possibility that peeps that you interact with in your shipping circle are pretty nice to you, but super mega shitty to others. Whether you ignore this type of behavior or not is up to you. I just want all the harassment to stop, because frankly we’re very tired.

As someone who ships Ereri, we’ve experienced and witnessed a lot lol especially on twitter. The most vocal ones would be Levihan, Eremin and Eruri fandoms I suppose.

With Eruri fandom, we’ve heard a lot of stories about some people bashing Zevi and attacking Zevi shippers + we’ve witnessed the great Eruri vs Ereri war, so of course we know how pretentious and rude they can get. There are people who felt like they were exiled from the Eruri shipping fandom for either shipping any other character with Levi or just seeing characters and their relationships differently (i.e. not seeing them as wholesome husbands or preferring Levi to bottom which is apparently a sin for Eruris too sometimes nowadays???). Although it’s important to mention that I feel like Eruri shippers know how shitty the anti stuff is better than a lot of other communities, so I don’t feel the same aggression from them at this moment.

If we’re talking twitter, based on what we and our friends have experienced, the most aggressive groups seem to be Levihan and Eremins. When I go through my blocking sprees and block everyone who hates on Ereri or Zevi or Eruri (well, mostly Ereri), ~88% of the accs happen to be either Eremin or Levihans. When someone writes a long-ass thread to attack a content creator, it always happen to be either of these two, and I have no idea why. A lot of them are also minors who act like the way they harass others is perfectly justified. I legit see stuff like “besties let’s spoil snk for ereris” and “let’s bully ereris and tell them to kys” every time I search ereri on twitter. And I’ve seen enough of Levihan folks saying shit like Eruris being criminals because Erwin is basically a nazi + spreading misinformation about popular artists just out of spite… extremely annoying stuff. Actually, I think you’re the first LH person who’s been kind to us lol

Also don’t get the idea that there are no toxic people in the Ereri community, because this simply isn’t true. Like I said, every fandom has its own clique and a certain level of toxicity, and it’s stupidly easy to be the “wrong one” here, at least it used to when we just started posting. People who’ve been following us for a while know that we used to get a lot of crap for making Levi a bottom on all of our drawings and not wanting characters to switch. It’s such a stupid reason to get harassed, who the fuck cares whether a character tops or bottoms in a drawing??? And yet we’ve been told that a lot of harassment has happened because of it + experienced it ourselves. I think the only reason we don’t get harassed for it very often nowadays is because of a luxury of being a kind of a big art account. It’s much easier to attack smaller ones who don’t have any power or connections, especially when they’re insecure and want to fit in with the fandom.

Now for some reason some people now think that we (me and Katsu) block people for loving top!Levi or bottom!Eren… this isn’t true. I admit that I can get petty when I block people, but it’s always about their attitude and never about their preferred ship or character’s position. Whether you like something or not is none of our business, and we never criticized what others like, so it’s kind of offensive that people think we’d act that way towards others when we ourselves experienced the same treatment for making Levi bottom every single time. It’s childish and disgusting, and I really don’t want people to think of us as someone who approves of this behavior.

Top!Levi stans act pretty toxic too sometimes, not only in Ereri (well Riren) community. The majority of comments about our Levi being ooc, looking like a child and being too horny and blushy we got from them, they get straight-up OFFENDED by our Levi. We’ve talked about how people are afraid to make Levi into anything but a serious and stoic manly man a lot in the past… And this is the only reason we get defensive when people ask us about top!Levi. But still, we never block anyone because of their preferences. This assumption is very... idk yikes, and more disgusting is the fact that people very easily jump to this conclusion, like... seriously? That’s what you think about us? So much for “uwu our supportive shipping fandom community”.

Shippers of het ships can get quite toxic too, especially after the finale. Some of Eremika peeps got wild, and you’ve probably seen our replies about it and that one Anon who got very upset with our reply about Eren. For some reason, when you post something het-related, there’s always going to be a person saying shit like “NAAAH HE LOVES X, NOT HER”, as if any of this matters. They are the type to whine about Eruri shippers ruining beautiful friendship between Erwin and Levi with their homo sexy stuff. They’re often disrespectful: shit in your comments, belittle other ships with comments like “well THIS is much better than X”, and overall make the experience very uncomfortable. For some reason they just can’t enjoy their darn ships without shitting on others.

Anyhow. I know this reply sounds like “everyone’s a shithead” lol, but once again: sadly, there are nasty people in almost every shipping circle, this is unavoidable. And it’s easier to mark them as “shippers of X”, because they often act like a clique or high school bullies or something. And even though there are a lot of very nice people, I tend not to associate them with any shipping community: it’s just a pleasant and cool person who we had fun communicating with, and who just happen to ship X, Y and Z.

Maybe… it’s fair to say that we dislike fandoms, but talking to people who are kind, polite and excited about the same things that we are, is always great.

Siiigh, hope I didn’t bore you to death with this reply. Thank you for giving us an opportunity to talk about this! And for enjoying my art and being open-minded :)

#replies

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

I’m Always Curious Part Eighteen

Previous Part | Next Part |  Masterlist Notes: Not beta-read. Happy New Year’s Eve 🥳 Warnings: Cursing? A Compromising Situation™? Smooches™ Summary:  Una gave me a look, one that I often received when we were not alone - she smiled solely with her eyes. Spock had managed to perfect the same technique. I had yet to accomplish it. If I was smiling, it was with my entire face; it was hard for me to hide when I was giddy.

“It’s gonna be fine, Pal,” I smiled a little bit, watching Ensign Paledore straighten his uniform. He was one of the newest additions to the Enterprise, but he was already proving invaluable to the work that we did as a Communications team. He’d taken on a lot of the day to day tasks that I’d been handling under Thaleh, freeing up more of my time to work with the bridge crew when needed (real work, not like when Thaleh was on leave and I went to the Captain’s ready room to ‘discuss a report’). 

Paledore was a fairly fresh-faced kid off of Earth - New Orleans to be exact. He had a fairly thick accent most of the time, but he often managed to couch it when he was speaking another language. He was getting ready to beam down with the away team to translate for Captain Pike at a meeting on Sogaliv.

“You’re sure you can’t beam down with us? Just in case?” Paledore asked as he straightened his uniform - again. I smiled a little. “Look, I know that beaming down to a new planet is… Intimidating. But you know why you’re going down there, and you’ll be in good hands. The team won’t let anything happen to you.” “What if I translate something wrong? Or--” “Your mother is Sogalivian, Pal, you speak it as well as Federation Standard,” I reminded him with a chuckle. “Is there anything I should know? About Pike, I mean,” Paledore asked. I frowned, thinking for a moment. “Just… Don’t treat him like he’s on a pedestal. Tell him what he needs to know and don’t dance around the facts, even if you don’t think it’s what he wants to hear. Couching an unpleasantry in a smile and a quick turn of phrase won’t give the Captain what he needs to see that a job is done right.” Paledore took a deep breath and nodded. “Do the nerves ever go away?” He asked. I smiled. “They haven’t completely, for me, but they’ve become… Less.” Paledore and I turned our heads as Thaleh rounded the corner into our station. “Ready, ensign?” Thaleh asked, raising a brow. Paledore cast me one more look before turning back to Thaleh and giving her a bright smile, “Ready.” 

--  If I’d had to go by anything regarding Paledore’s performance on Sogaliv, I would’ve gone by his grin. Luckily for me, I’d also gotten his write-up of the mission, as well as a peak at Una’s. Paledore had not only performed exceptionally well, but he’d managed to smooth over a century-old mistranslation between the Federation and the planet of Sogaliv. Something told me Paledore wouldn’t be so wary of beaming down in the future. “What was the word that was mistranslated?” I asked Una later at dinner. She thought for a moment as she took a sip of her drink. “Sarchelois?” She sounded it out slowly, ‘SAHR-chel-wah’. I frowned. “Bordering,” I translated. “The word apparently has about five more meanings than that in Sogalivian, though that is the most common, and so the one used when the Sogalivian contract was being written up with the Federation.” “Yikes,” I nodded a little, “Explains why Pal was smiling so widely when he got back, though.” “He didn’t tell you?” “No, I think he was too happy to speak. Should wear off in a day or two.” Una chuckled. “I remember when you were like that, all of… Four months ago.” I scoffed. “Come on, it’s been longer.” “Six months,” Una corrected herself. I rolled my eyes as she pressed on, “I remember the look on your face when Thaleh told you that you’d be beaming down to Uthea C-4. I thought your head was going to explode.” “Okay, I don’t get to interact with primary pre-warp texts often, if at all. It’s exciting!” Una gave me a look, one that I often received when we were not alone - she smiled solely with her eyes. Spock had managed to perfect the same technique. I had yet to accomplish it. If I was smiling, it was with my entire face; it was hard for me to hide when I was giddy. “Fine,” I turned back to my food, “Make fun of me for still liking my job.” “Do you, then?” I frowned. “Of course. Why wouldn’t I?” Una didn’t answer that, just shrugged her shoulders. I knew better. There was something on her mind, I just didn’t know what. 

--

“You’re sure you can handle it?” I asked, walking backward into the gym, the Captain following me, “You’ve had a pretty long day, sir, negotiations and all. Wouldn’t want you to lose just ‘cause you’re tired.” Chris simply arched a brow at me. “Do you remember what I said a couple of days ago about not getting cocky, lieutenant?” “Vaguely.” “Right before you wound up on the mat?” “Mm, you mean right before I pulled those punches for your benefit, yes,” I turned to face forward, “It’s all coming back to me now.” “Best two of three again?” Chris asked as we set our things onto the bench beside the mats. “That's all you can handle?” I asked. Chris glanced around before he stepped a lower closer to me, murmuring, “You have no idea what I can handle, lieutenant.” “Then you’ll have to show me, Captain,” I retorted, grinning as his eyes grew dark. 

--

An hour and a half later, Chris and I were sweating, sore, and our scores were tied. “Alright,” Chris held his hand out to me to help me up, “I think we ought to call it for the night.” I hated to admit it, but he was right. “Alright,” I sighed heavily, letting go of his hand. Even as we reached for our things, I noticed Chris standing closer than he typically did, his arm brushing against mine. Maybe I wouldn't have been wary of it before, but now that Chris and I were… Well, I didn’t know what we were, exactly, but now that we were it, I found myself more aware of how much contact he and I were making, and how many other people were around. As we passed down the hall together, I absently noted where we are, and I huffed a soft laugh. “What is it?” He asked. “No, nothing.” “You’re laughing over nothing? I refuse to believe that,” Chris’ shoulder bumped mine. I glanced up at him before I shrugged. “This was where I was when I… I heard what I thought I heard, that’s all.” Realization crossed Chris’ features, and he nodded a little, murmuring, “I see.” We continued to the turbolift in silence for a moment. Then, “What exactly did you hear?” “I told you what it was.” “No, you told me about what you heard.” He lowered his voice, tipping his head toward mine, “It must’ve been moderately suggestive if you assumed that I was with someone.” “She said your name, is all.” “That’s it?” Chris stopped walking, and I groaned, stopping a few paces away and turning to face him. “Can we…?” I nodded over my shoulder. “Nu-uh. That’s all it took and that’s where your mind went?” “You make me sound so suspicious,” I laughed, “It was how she said it.” “How’d she say it?” I opened my mouth, then hesitated and shook my head. Chris’ eyes lit up. Oh, god, I knew that look now. I was in trouble. “Come on,” I added, taking a couple of steps back toward the turbolift. “How’d she say it?” He repeated. “I can’t!” I laughed, full of nervous energy, vaguely gesturing to the hall around us. Chris’ eyes did a sweep of the area before he waved me toward him. I took a couple of steps, still shaking my head, then watched as he opened the door beside him. “What--” “C’mere,” He waved me closer, “Quickly.” I huffed, hurrying to join him and ducking under his arm-- Into a maintenance closet. It was dim; the walls were lined with shelves full of supplies. “Are you kidding?” I asked flatly, leaning against the shelf behind me as Chris squeezed in across from me. There was little room between the two of us. “Well someone wouldn’t answer me in the hallway,” Chris retorted as he rested his hands on the shelves behind me. “I’m only going to repeat myself one more time, lieutenant,” he added, his voice lowering to the murmur it had briefly been in the gym, “How did she say it?” I bit my lip. This was embarrassing. God, why did I even say anything? “Well… She giggled-- Which I refuse to demonstrate,” I raised a hand, poking my finger into his chest; he clearly wasn't intimidated by my resolve, his smile just widened, “And then she… Kinda sighed your name, I guess.” “I’m going to need you to demonstrate that, if not the giggle.” I felt my face heating up. “I-- I can’t,” I mumbled, embarrassed, “Not with you looking at me.” Chris hummed, thoughtful. Then one of his hands lowered from the shelf and settled on my hip, gently turning me away from him to face the shelves. I felt him crowd closer, his broad chest pressing against my back as his lips brushed the shell of my ear. He murmured, “How about now?” I shivered and closed my eyes, nodding a little. “I’m waiting, lieutenant,” he warned. I felt like my head was going to pop. “Oh, Chris,” I winced as I sighed in my best approximation. His hand tightened on my hip. “Just like that?” He murmured. I nodded, humming the affirmative. I sounded as stupidly breathy as I had on Koutov, but I had no tea to blame this time. “Say it again,” He ordered. I bit my lip again to stifle a whine. There was an edge of his authoritative Captain tone to the way he’d spoken. I steeled myself, taking a deep breath. “Oh, Chris-- Oh!” I gasped softly as he began to lay kisses down the side of my neck; the hand that had settled on my hip slid around my front, drawing me back against his chest. “I see what you mean,” He murmured between kisses, “That...Would sound...Exceptionally compromising.” I nodded a little, raising a hand to reach back and slid it into his hair. He groaned against my skin. “You understand why I didn’t wanna-- In the hallway?” I mumbled. Chris hummed against my neck and I squirmed, unable to help myself. His arm tightened around me, stilling me. “We should get out of here,” He turned his head, pressing a kiss to my temple. “I don’t know,” I turned to face him, leaning back against the shelf again, “I know I was a little unimpressed at first but I… Think I could get used to this.” Chris chuckled, leaning down and pressing his lips to mine. I sighed, looping my arms around his neck. “We need to,” he insisted as he leaned away again, even as I leaned up, kissing his cheek and jaw and wherever I could reach, “I want to take my time with you, and you deserve better than a maintenance closet.”  I felt myself warm at that and I dragged Chris down for another kiss. “I’ll make sure the coast is clear. Safer if I check,” I sighed. Chris nodded, stepping back into what little room he could to let me open the door. I poked my head out, checking both ways and listening for incoming footsteps before I stepped into the hall, waving for Chris to follow. I was already halfway down the hall by the time he stepped out of the closet. He caught up to me at the turbolift. “My quarters?” He asked softly, watching me. And fuck, I wanted to, but I couldn’t. “I have to speak with Thaleh early about Pal’s training program,” I grimaced, “I’m sorry.” Chris shook his head, murmuring, “It’s alright.” We stepped onto the turbolift, and I couldn’t help but look at him - at the slight flush on his cheeks (which could easily be passed off as the result of our time spent at the gym) or the hair that I’d pushed out of place. But Chris was looking, too. It seemed that neither of us could contain our smiles. “I’ll see you later,” I said as I stepped off of the turbolift, “Goodnight, Captain.” “Goodnight, lieutenant.” Tag list: @angels-pie​  ; @fantasticcopeaglepasta​

#I'm Always Curious #captain pike #captain pike x reader #Captain Pike/Reader #Captain Pike Imagine #Captain Pike/You #Captain x You #Christopher Pike #Chris Pike #christopher pike x reader #christopher pike/reader #Christopher Pike x You #Christopher Pike/You #Christopher Pike imagine

[inflammatoryfandomblog]

pre-note: i’m going to tag @darkchocolatekitkat here, but at the same time this isn’t really a response per say, in that i don’t really want to be argumentative or whatever (this is literally just my style of typing/speaking generally, i realize i can come off as hostile) or clog up their mentions. so i figure mentioning them is a compromise between acknowledging their post without coming off as rude. this is basically a post prompted by some of their previous posts but with an entirely different point, so it sits in a fairly gray area. anyways!

listen man, i loved volume 7 james ironwood. i think up until volume 8, james ironwood slowly had more facets of his character revealed, and i was almost excited for where his character could go from there.

because ironwood was a decent person in a position of corrupt power (an unelected position with two seats on the council lmao, that’s fishy as hell), and you can’t really stick to being a decent person in that institutional position for long. he tries his best. he also had a tragic flaw, and that was being self-sacrificing in a way that was almost insistent on him being a hero. the whole “i love you, and that’s why i must do THIS for you, and i know THIS is good because it requires me sacrificing something, so you should be grateful.” thing

kind of like that dad who keeps toiling away at giving you that baked casserole that you don’t really want, because you are his child, and so he puts in that work out of parental love, yes, but also out of a need to be your provider. when you don’t want the casserole, a resentment builds up. this sort of thing is subtle, but it’s believable, it happens in real life, and it’s actually a really complex sort of flaw. kind of like a sense of paternalism that’s also tied to ironwood’s good qualities.

but instead of understanding... any of that, crwby literally goes for the lazy “oh NO IRONWOOD is LOSING his HUMANITY!!!! look!!!! he has a prosthetic arm and that means he is less human!!! look at our visual metaphors! aren’t we clever! and, uh, yeah, i’m not gonna touch that with a 10-foot pole because yikes, i don’t really bring up representation often but maybe don’t do that. 

(if you want to know why this is not great, for the uninitiated, saying that prosthetic limbs make you less human is... hmm. not all media that has the “robo parts replacing human parts” has this aspect--for example, if a character chooses to have their body parts replaced because robot parts are better, that’s not about disabled people, that’s about transhumanism--here the robot parts are pretty clearly prosthetics, so! don’t use symbolism without context, kids!)

 but also, it doesn’t work as a metaphor for his paternalism, ableist elements aside. what ironwood actually wrongly sacrificed was the safety of his people (the “few city blocks”), not that he sacrificed his arm to stop watts... then... stupidly allowed him to live... instead of... killing him... because... uhhhhhhhhhhh... i guess he lost a few brain cells along with that arm! GOTTEM! (was taiyang... right? do people in the rwbyverse have some amount of brain-cells-that-do-the-thinking-thing in their arms? is that why cinder is so dumb?)

“ohhh look the humans are acting like robots and the robots are acting like humans!!! ooooh!!!” which... might be fine elsewhere, but it doesn’t work here! emotions have nothing to do with it!

and like, the worst thing is, even if they didn’t fuck it up, ironwood having this depth of character simply doesn’t matter. the main plot of the show isn’t about the state of Humanity (TM), it’s about some woman who fell into black goo and is really angery and wants to destroy the world. and once you ratchet up the stakes to “the world is going to be destroyed because of some stupid reason that isn’t even the fault of anybody! it’s just an evil wizard!” then like, it’s all for nothing. for ironwood’s flaws to matter, the overall plot has to give it a reason to be nuanced without having him be an idiot (eg letting watts survive lmao) or letting him fall to the wayside because his villainy would otherwise have nothing to do with the main conflict.

like fuck dude, imagine if salem had this depth instead of a backstory and motivation that mean nothing and go nowhere! she’d actually be a good character!

#qed: salem is such a bad character #maybe the worst character in the show #me.txt #rwby #rwde #salem #james ironwood #just didn't want to clog up your mentions especially considering how infrequently i post and the fact i'm not able to respond without #making a new reblog altogether... which makes responding kind of a pain #begone thought

[aarcanechaoss]

3. Strength

We learn some more about our outstanding team and we find that Ryoko is a strong girl... she just lifted Dazai over her shoulder with ease.

Okay Bokuto was actually very funny Ryoko found. Akaashi was a seemingly less dead inside version of Fyodor and she appreciated that greatly.

“Fukami Aoba Johsai’s captain wants to talk to you.” Higuchi said, venom lacing her words. The pinkette rolled her eyes making Akaashi giggle quietly.

“Alright blondie where are they?”

“Don’t call me blondie you hoarder.” She snapped. “Over there in the light blue t-shirt.”

“Yikes someone didn’t get their daily dose of Aku today. Nice chat boys talk soon.”

Oikawa wasn’t stupid enough to say he wasn’t nervous to talk to the pink haired girl, he’s a confident man, stupidly cocky and competitive but he knows when he needs to back down from the alpha dog. Ryoko being the Alpha dog. She was terrifying, even mad dog stared towards their team in awe. They looked friendly enough but Toru Oikawa was astute enough to figure out something was up with the Yokohama team.

Strong

Fast

Incredibly keen

He needed to know and he was going to ask each and every player on that team.

Hirotsu fiddled with his monocle and watched as the students mingled, called parents or friends and generally did their own things, the Fukurodani coach stepped beside him.

“Takeyuki Yamiji.” He says. “Your team is something.”

“Ryuro Hirotsu. Yes they are.” He smiled. “Fukurodani is quite strong too.”

“In comparison to your lot I’ll definitely take that compliment.” The man laughed. “I’m sure you know half the reason Yokohama was invited was so we could learn your plays.”

“We know.” Hirotsu said smugly.

“Then I must ask why agree? Some of us definitely aren’t near your level we were surprised you agreed to join the camp.” Yamiji wondered.

“Let’s just say our lot needs some normalcy. Our school is very much performance based they need to be good at everything they set their minds too. They can do it they are strong kids but a misstep would... uh... anger them. We don’t pressure them to be perfect in any way- we want them to do well... and they enjoy teaching others. The third years like being mentors, the second years want to show off just a little and the first years want to be seen outside of Volleyball. A training camp gives them freedom.” Ranpo interjected.

“Very well said Edogawa.” Hirotsu laughed. Yamiji nodded in understanding.

“Shiratorizawa’s coach needs to be more like you, he’s stuck in his old ways- should have seen his face when your girls weren’t managers.”

“Ugh.” Ranpo sneered. If only they all knew what the Yokohama team really was they’d change their tune.

“Ugh indeed.” Yamiji laughed. “I should go make sure Bokuto isn’t planning on kidnapping Fukami from you he looks so sad now that she’s gone over to Oikawa and their Ace.”

“Perhaps, she has that affect on people.” Hirotsu smiled. She carries a warmth about her that gets hidden by a stone like shell with cracks running through it. The warmth would be a raging fire if not held back.

All of the Yokohama team was like that- they weren’t normal the school made certain they knew that, no one at that school was. Could you even call it a school? Principal Fukuzawa wasn’t entirely pleased by the governments methods of teaching.... non of the teachers were... it’s not teaching if the kids pass out.

Speaking of Hirotsu should go with the other coaches to check on the food Ranpo will be alright alone.

“Oikawa and Iwaizumi right? Blondie sent me over.” The pinkette said lazily. She could see the side eyes of her teammates it’s not like she was going to attack anyone that only happened once and she wholeheartedly believes Twain deserved it.

“Just wanted to meet you. We’ll play against you tomorrow and since we’ll be stuck together for a while maybe become friends?” Oikawa answered. Ryoko snorted at his tone.

“If you have no intentions of being friends don’t pretend I don’t like liars. You seem like a smart guy just ask your questions.”

“Okay fine you got me what gave me away?” Oikawa laughed, genuinely laughed.

“Iwaizumi’s face.” Said Ace went to speak before noticing the quirk on her lips, she was teasing them. “But seriously what’s up milk bread.”

Oikawa spluttered, Iwaizumi snorted and all else who heard snickered quietly. Okay maybe not quietly Tendo found that comment extremely funny.

“Well I was offering a branch of friendship for volleyball note swapping but after that comment.” Oikawa huffed.

“In other words what kind of training do you all do?” Iwaizumi asked.

“Oh- you should talk to Oda and Chuuya on that stuff. I just show up and hit things.” She chuckled. It didn’t seem genuine if the Aoba Johsai players were honest. Her fiery eyes darken slightly, “Honestly we just work well together, like all of you we train each section, play and style to near perfection but again those questions are best for the Captains milk bread.”

“I’m not going to live that down now.” Oikawa grumbled.

“No way milk bread.” Iwaizumi teased. Ryoko twitched and pulled on her braid watching them with an awfully calm watchful gaze, like an animal studying something new. “Let’s let Fukami go back to her team I think her manager wants her.”

Ryoko nodded abruptly and walked back towards the dark haired man she was near attached to.

Fyodor had been watching, as had most of the Yokohama team or at least the Akutagawa’s, Ranpo, Junichiro and coach- who knows what the others were up to... Atsushi was making friends, Chuuya was grumbling to Dazai and Oda with the Karasuno and Nekoma Captains and vices. Ryoko had been with Bokuto and Akaashi but Higuchi had soured her mood (she was now as motioned before speaking with Oikawa and Iwaizumi).

Fyodor often watched, he had no reason to interact unless necessary and no one was coming over to him just yet thankfully. His pale bony fingers played with the silver band on his wrist, it wasn’t a nervous tick or anything just caution. Ryoko and Chuuya wore one too and stupidly many people just assumed they were friend (they are but that’s not the point) ship bracelets. Nope just some spectacular silver bands to keep the three of them controlled.

Purple eyes caught stark grey ones, Chuuya had been thumbing his own bracelet but had made a motion towards Ryoko with his eyes. Fyodor followed till he caught her tense shoulders. The pinkette’s head jerked quickly and only just noticeable to those who knew it was a tick she gained while trying to keep herself controlled- one Chuuya shared. Fyodor didn’t have ticks, he had intelligence and poise... he had a terrible habit to mumble not that anyone would tell him less they face the wrath of their stoic volleyball manager. Ryoko looked uncomfortable, like she wanted to itch at her skin and pull her hair, she was tugging on her braid is that close enough. Her chuckle fell through the air as Iwaizumi called Oikawa milk bread again, more mutters, then the pinkette was soon by his side again.

“Are you alright Ryo?”

“Fine. You? You’re playing with the band again.”

“You noticed?”

“Chuuya is too.” She said pointedly. “I hate wearing it.” She muttered.

“Alright Burnabitch how about we go get dinner.” Fyodor raised a thin brow waiting for the pinkette to get his joke.

“Oh fuck you Rat Bastard it was one time and Kaji deserved it.” She snorted pushing him out the door.

Sakusa watched too, less sternly than Fyodor but definitely more than Atsumu and Osamu were. The trio was off to the side, Atsumu searching for his favourite short ginger (Hinata where are you?).

“You think those two are together?” They heard Lev ask. Yaku hummed in response watching the two Yokohama students walk towards the cafeteria.

“They most certainly aren’t.” Akutagawa scoffed.

“Sound jealous.” Dazai snickered.

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“Am not Dazai.”

“Are too Akuuu!”

“Is the Yokohama team normally this... chaotic? Their energy off the court is so different to their energy on.” Sakusa grumbled.

“It’s like they get to act like kids off the court or something. They aren’t getting in trouble so maybe it’s normal.” Osamu shrugged.

“Maybe. They just were so scary when we played against them.” Atsumu shivered. “Especially their setter... pretty sure he was going to set dunk my face.”

“You were flirting with the female middle blocker.” Sakusa droned.

“HE DID WHAT!”

“That’s you’re cue to run!” Oda yelled gripping what he could of Akutagawa with the arm that wasn’t in a sling.

“Running!”

The evening seemed to go by stagnantly. Everything moving either slowly or too quick bouncing from person to person.

Dinner was nice, sushi and soft drink with some fried chicken if anyone wanted some. Desert was some ice-cream. Pretty simple thankfully. Now everyone was in their designated rooms chatting and messing around until lights out

Atsushi and Tanizaki were bumbling around chatting quietly, Hinata attempted to join but to no avail the two apologised saying their coach sent them a message and ran off. The poor small ginger he was so confused.

“Uh it’s basically bed time man?” Tanaka said as Akutagawa stood to leave.

“Not for me. Good night.”

And with that the door was slammed.

Again the evening felt odd.

“Gin? Ryoko? Higuchi? Where did they go?” Yachi wondered noticing the three empty beds. With hands on her hips she sticks her head out the door but either girl were in sight. “Have any of you seen them?”

“Not since showers.” Kiyoko answered. The girls brows furrowed- where did they go?

“Dazai you can’t go to bed yet.” Oda sighed.

“But I’m tired.”

“No you aren’t dumbass.” Chuuya kicked him.

“Hey what’s going on guys?” Kuroo and Daichi asked.

“We must go coach needs us.” Fyodor answered cryptically. A knock on the door startled everyone.

“Why does this feel like the start of something bad?” Asahi asked quietly before Sugawara whacked him on the head with a mighty negativity be gone.

“Oi Dazai get up lazy ass.”... Ryoko?

“Ryoko?” Bokuto asked with innocent confusion.

“Sup Owlking.” Ryoko grinned with her hands on her hips. “Dazai get up before I make you everyone else has headed over besides you four.”

“I’m going.” Chuuya and Oda said rushing out the door.

“Don’t wanna.” Dazai sung. Fyodor sighed, Ryoko’s eye twitched.

“Don’t say she didn’t warn you.” Fyodor said.

The third years watched as the pinkette strolled into the room slowly towards the seemingly unmovable Dazai and lifted him up.

No struggles or tugs just picked him up and threw him over her shoulder.

The third years sat gobsmacked.

“How?” Oikawa managed to get out.

“I work out.” She winked before sashaying out the door with Dazai swaying and grumbling over her shoulder. Fyodor just sighed again and followed out.

What the hell is up with that team?

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #haikyuu #bsd oc #haikyuu oc #bungou stray dogs oc #haikyuu x bsd #haikyuu x Bungou stray dogs #Ryoko Fukami

[courage-a-word-of-justice]

Moriarty 5 - 7 | HypMic 10 - 11

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Saito’s Moriarty and Gentaro voices are quite similar, now that I compare them.

“…he’s a good egg at heart.” – LOL, never thought I’d be reading subtitles that said that.

Oh, so that was Frida on the bridge?

I wonder, is Moriarty like Bon and nursing a weak leg with that cane? Or is the cane just a symbol of nobility?

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The Titanic? Wasn’t there a Black Butler arc based on it?

LOL, these people in the foreground are CGI.

…is that the grapefruit guy? (Beats me, I haven’t watched this in weeks and am only returning to it because Scott keeps mentioning spoilers. The only thing I’m keeping up with properly is HypMic and my Kanon watch with #AniTwitWatches…and soon I’ll add the final episodes of Sailor Moon to it.)

Found him! Sherlock Holmes! I sort of triangulated from buzz around me that he appears in this episode.

What’s with the skull ring Holmes wears?

…ah, the golden ratio!

…Oh, this is gonna get interesting! You can tell this Holmes is adept in fighting due to his build, but…how did Moriarty figure out Holmes played the violin? Calluses on his hands?

Is this Holmes a womaniser…? I thought the guy was often characterised as an asexual, or at the very least aromantic. That’s part of what makes the guy so intriguing to me - because he still has Irene.

A colliery is a coal mine. It’s been a while since I heard that word.

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The anime’s sense of colour is probably one of the most striking parts of this. Not just red, but blue and green where it counts too.

Not a fan of the 1st person cam…

That knife came out pretty clean for something so blood-stained.

I wanted to say “’Right,’ said Fred”…but Fred didn’t talk, so I can’t do that. (Dangit!)

I somehow found it slightly funny that France was ahead of Britain (America?) in forensic pathology, although I dunno what made it funny exactly.

I squealed (…just a little bit) when the iconic quote came up: “When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.” I have it memorised from my Detective Conan days still, see?

Next time: A Study in S (according to stuff I read, the S stands for Sherlock this time).

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…I can’t believe it’s almost over already. I’ve basically been in a dream this entire season…but then what happens once the anime is over…? Waiting for the 2nd DRB to happen, I guess.

I didn’t even realise, but Jiro’s varsity jacket has an owl on the bottom of the logo.

…”[H]it the head”? Wassat mean? *checks up* Oh, so it means to go to the bathroom…Right. It’s US slang, which might explain a thing.

Notice Ramuda uses “Jakurai” and not “jijii” or something like that during his time with Ichijiku. Also, there’s a lot of his deep voice going around…

You can see MTR on the poster behind Ramuda at one point.

*anguished noises* Ramuda!!! Please don’t do this!!!

LOL, Sadamezuka and Kazuha.

Is “bum-rush” even an appropriate word for this situation…? US slang is weird…

…Doppo’s performance almost seems like a Rosho foreshadowing. Also, I love how Doppo’s screens disappear with his motivation.

…I saw a spoiler today on Twitter regarding Dice and meat…now I get it.

“detarame” – I know this word means “nonsense”, but for some reason I memorised it as meaning “s***” at one point due to the context of Scenario Liar. I find it interesting Hifumi used a word from Scenario Liar in the first place, even though it’s not necessarily meant to be taken in that context.

“the King of Normies” – For some reason, that made me laugh pretty hard. That is an accurate translation of “riajyuu no ousama” though.

Gentaro’s smile puts a smile on my face as well.

“colours you’ve dyed” – Note Shibuya is constantly referred to by colours, including how PCCS (in the Shibuya 1st DRB team song) apparently means “practical colour coordinate system”.

I find it interesting that Saburo was the one who mentioned holding hands as a sign of camaraderie first in the anime and then the Funi translation makes Ramuda use the same symbolism here. It may have been unintentional, though.

…the subbers keep using “OMG” and I’m like ????. Is OMG outdated slang in 2020?

…wow, that holy imagery…they really went all-in on Jakurai’s godliness there.

…even when knocked down, Jakurai’s hair is still 100% gorgeous.

I noticed one of the lyrics the translators cut out of Doppo’s rap was “borderline”.

Ahhhhhhhhhh! This anime just kicked me where it hurts! (<- As in, it used the trope I love so much – where the underdog causes a sudden turn-around in the battle and they’re not even aware of it!) This is why I love you, Doppo!

LOL, FP spent their countdown gossiping. That’s such a FP thing to do.

Hifumi seems to carry the beat in MTR’s Kizuna. Jakurai gets drowned out quite a bit, although Riou (who has a similar voice) was less drowned out.

“No pain, no gain.” – That’s a good saying.

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2 episodes until the end! (Yikes!)

I still take some issue with subbing the laughing. Well, then again I’ve been half-deaf lately with my ears being clogged (accidentally clogged my ear up again…), so I guess I shouldn’t complain.

If I’m hearing it right, Ramuda goes “nee-san” and not particularly anything to do with “Beauties” or “Beasts”, which seems to be exclusive to the subs.

Stone guardian? I guess this has to do with jizo in Japanese. Hifumi does go “namu” (short for “namu amida butsu”) towards Doppo at the end there.

That bed is…why is it so empty if it’s meant to be the room someone’s staying in?

Is Jyuto’s hair black or brown? I’ve been colouring it a deep brown because I think that looks nice, but it might actually be black…

I have a newfound respect for Komada ever since I found out his birthday is [secret censored – maybe if you follow the hints I leave behind, you might find out what I mean].

LOL, I spotted the fire extinguisher in one corner and was immediately reminded of how someone once translated “fire extinguisher” to “hand grenade”.

…how does Jakurai’s hair work from the back? There’s this coil of hair that seems to go places it shouldn’t be…

For some reason, the subbers keep translating “sensei” as “the good doctor”…or is that the first and only time it happened?

I think it’s appropriate they discuss bonds on the day Kizuna (the ED) goes out on streaming.

…*thinks about 2nd DRB, where BB vs. DH is going to happen next month* …Yeah, you better pay attention or your daddy’s gonna come spank you boys.

Jakurai summoning his mic is always freakin’ cool. Aspire to be like this elegant man.

The wolf hand sign again.

There’s a pun between kizukizu (wounds) and kizuna (bonds). Update: The phrase is actually gisugisusa (stiffness, unsociability, coldness [of atmosphere] etc.), but...there’s the same rhyming scheme, so it’s not wrong.

Doppo’s bit about Jakurai(-sensei) being a kasugai (hemostat) is, surprisingly, quite faithful, as you can tell from how those words rhyme. Hifumi’s verse mentions a monkey wrench, though.

…kasumitai ore ga yoi… - that translates to “…[Jakurai is] better than us, who are like scum…” It’s a very Doppo sort of line, noting that kasu literally means “residue”.

I didn’t realise this until now, but Riou has a piercing in one ear (his right). It’s just in an unconventional place in the upper curve, so I never spotted it.

Samatoki’s death aesthetic really contrasts against Jakurai’s healing one. I can see why people really liked the MTC vs. MTR fight now.

It seems the strategy to win in this series is to keep spamming your attacks. It seems hugely suitable for my pseudo-Pokemon AU, which emphasises attack over defence.

Oh! I never noticed the blue gem on Jakurai’s mic!

Note how Samatoki said “lightning rod” – Jakurai’s name means “lonely thunder”. It’s one reason why I fell head over heels for the guy – his stupidly awesome name.

“horse/rabbit/bush warbler” – These refer to MTC. Samatoki, Jyuto, Riou. On that note, ARB currently has an event where Ramuda hangs out with MTC and he calls Jyuto “usa-chan” as a pun. I find that so darn cute!

“And the winner is…Matenro!” - *cue the song, The Champion*

Notice how they put BB and FP before MTC and MTR in the ED…it’s foreshadowing!

#simulcast commentary #Hypnosis Mic #HypMic #Hypnosis Microphone #moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #Chesarka watches Yuukoku no Moriarty #Chesarka watches HypMic

[scrcna]

「adeline rudolph & cis female」⇾ song , serena, the junior radcliffe student’s records show that she is a sagittarius and 22 years old. she is studying marketing, living in perkins and can be resourceful, alluring, selfish & vain. when i see her i am reminded of matte nail polish, dramatic sighs, & crop tops in the winter. 

hi hello, i’m effie and i’m sliding in w serena and rina (i swear i didn’t mean for them to have such similar names, it just Happened and now here i am) N E WAY, here is a info dump about this crazy ass, hopefully rina’s will be up shortly too idk i’m a mess 

basics: full name: serena nari song birthday: december 7 (sagittarius) sexuality: bisexual positive traits: resourceful, alluring, witty, outgoing negative traits: selfish, vain, temperamental, impulsive hogwarts house: slytherin moral alignment: chaotic neutral 

background: - grew up in manhattan - her family has got $$$$ - her dad is ceo of a tech company and her mom is a former model turned socialite/housewife and born-again christian (BIG yikes) - serena has an older sister and two younger brothers- her sister is, like, Perfect and her parents are always nagging serena to be just like her; her little brothers annoy her constantly, but she would die for them all - not a fan of her parents- her dad is distant with all the kids and her mom is the one who was always cracking down on the kids to be the best possible and would always call them out for ‘sinning’- which, as expected, created a Totally Healthy environment for serena to grow up in - she was always the wild child- sneaking out, partying, breaking curfew; she was grounded more than she wasn’t grounded growing up - spent her high school days- breaking every rule and pulling off grades worthy of radcliffe - shocked her family when she got into all the schools she applied to and shipped off to radcliffe to RLY start her life - her parents found she was bisexual a year ago and her mom has been REALLY shitty about it, but serena stopped caring what her parents think awhile ago, so 

personality: - to clarify to start off: really and truly The Worst- which seems to have become the only type of character i can play??? does this say something about me??? perhaps!! - is selfish, impatient, crazy, wild, temperamental as FUCK - but she’s a lot of fun (maybe, idk) - down to party whenev - dtf always - cares about herself A LOT - will fight you for no reason and then will never mention it again unless you bring it up- honestly just joins in on drama For Fun - surprisingly, has her life together and knows what she wants from her future - is the kind of person who you’re like ???? she’s SMART??? and she’s like ‘uh fuck yeah i am, lemme break down this stupidly long calculus problem real quick before i break down your ego’ - not very reliable unless she’s close to you - cares what VERY few people think of her, literally values the opinion of maybe five people total - let her ruin your life !! 

wanted connections: - exes- uhhhh LOVE a good exes plot (or several), serena is Bad at relationships and monogamy and i love the drama of this shit SO (would love like a ex she cheated on, an ex she still fucks- whatever your heart desires tbh) - best friend(s)- a person she truly trusts and who she isn’t afraid to be a little vulnerable around and preferably someone who is not afraid to call her out when she’s being shitty (which is often) - the one that got away- could be an ex, maybe someone in her life she just hooked up with once or twice, maybe someone she’s just super fuckin close to and has always had a secret thing for- but it’s like the Only person she’s ever been ~in love~ with - slow burn/tooth-rotting crushy bullshit- um someone come make this asshole fall in love with them- it will not be fun for either of them, but it will be fun for us - best guy friend- idk i just love a strictly platonic guy/girl dynamic - enemies (for dumb reasons, most likely)- serena doesn’t really hold grudges, but she loves to have beef with people for literally no reason bc it keeps things ~exciting~ and she’s chaotic - good influence- someone ??? help her ??? - fwb/hookups- past or present or future, idk, fuck me up   - enemies with benefits- c’mon… i cannot resist this fun - party friends- someone to join her in her crazy antics - cousins- i literally… love family plots 

OK SO, there’s that, give this a like or come find me and let us love u down <3333 

#ruhqintro

[puckinghell]

fluff #7 with TK pls I love your writing so much!

Going out after games with your best friend and his team is not a strange occurrence. In fact, it happens regularly. And you always have a fun night.

But they’ve never been as drunk as they are now.

Claude is trying to talk Nolan down from the bar, where he’s currently trying to demonstrate his dance moves. He probably wouldn’t have thought of doing that, had your very own best friend not taunted him with his lack thereof. 

“I’m proving TK wrong,” Nolan whines to Claude, trying to swat away his hands. “TK said I can’t dance!” 

“You can’t dance, and TK needs to shut his mouth.” Claude’s voice is the only thing betraying that his patience is wearing thin, but neither Nolan nor Travis, who’s hysterically laughing next to you, seems to notice. 

“I can so!” Nolan argues. “TK also said that’s the reason girls don’t wanna hook up with me!” 

“What is he even talking about,” you mumble to Carter. The goalie and you are the only sober people in the bar, and you’re glad for his company. “Nolan hooks up with girls nearly every week.” 

Carter simply shrugs. “TK is just being a bastard.” 

That sounds like Travis, to be fair. 

“As if he has the right to talk,” Nolan continues, his voice growing louder and Claude looking increasingly more annoyed. “He never hooks up with girls either!”

Travis’ laughter dies down immediately and suddenly he’s growling. “Shut up, Patty.” 

But Nolan doesn’t seem to hear. “Except with him, it’s just because...”

“Patrick, I fucking swear to God...” 

“... he’s got such a massive crush on Y/N!” 

It’s not often that Travis’ cool-guy-bravado falls. But the second the words leave Nolan’s mouth, his cheeks flush red and his eyes fall to the floor. You can tell he’s mad because of the tight set of his jaw, but you’re too busy freaking out to care about that right now. 

Travis has a crush on you? After two years of pining after your unreachable, unobtainable best friend, you find out he has a crush on you??

“Yikes,” says Carter, and then suddenly he’s gone and Travis is standing in front of you, fumbling with his fingers and radiating nervousness.

“Listen,” he starts, “I’m sorry you had to find out like that, that wasn’t the right way, I just, he never stops talking and I should’ve never told him, he’s just so stupidly good at figuring shit out, and I...” 

Travis hasn’t looked up at you once and that’s why he hasn’t seen the smile forming on your lips.

“Trav?” you interrupt, and finally, he looks up. “Please just kiss me already.” 

It takes a split second for Travis to understand what you’re saying, but instantly, his familiar too cool for school demeanor is back, and he grins lazily before reaching in and pulling you against him. His lips are merely inches away from yours, your eyelids already fluttering shut, when he speaks again.

“I’m still gonna kill Patty.” 

You huff in annoyance. “Travis...” 

“Yeah, yeah,” he laughs, and then he’s kissing you and you’re really gonna have to send Nolan a thank you note. 

#travis konecny #regular blurb #Anonymous

[anxiously-unsatisfied-world]

It Takes Two to Tango - Ch. 6

Pairing: eventual Prinxiety & Logicality Word Count: 2170 Warnings: food mention

A/N: So not much really happens this chapter but it’s our boys spending time with each other so enjoy! I’ll see you Saturday for chapter seven! :D

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When they settle on a restaurant, Roman pushes the thoughts of the next day aside, instead deciding to focus on Virgil and the upcoming performance. Those thoughts can wait at least until that’s over with.

They order their food and continue telling each other stories they have about dancing. “And the whole audience was laughing and clapping, they must have thought it was a scripted fall,” Roman says, grinning at the way Virgil’s laughing, looking so carefree and beautiful.

“Oh man! At least they took it well! I remember a dance not going right but the audience wasn’t as receptive as yours. The silence was almost a bit too much, thankfully, it all settled once we continued dancing.” Virgil says, wincing slightly at the memory, Roman mirroring his expression.

“Yikes, that must have been horrible!” Roman says, “They must have settled because they got entranced by your dancing. From last night, I already know you dance beautifully so that must be it.” Roman smiles at Virgil, unknowingly making his heart skip a beat, Virgil’s face growing warm at the compliment.

“Maybe… But I’m sure you’re the more beautiful dancer. Everyone’s eyes were on you last night.” Virgil says with a soft smirk.

Roman’s eyes widen at the compliment and his cheeks turn a soft pink, which makes him even more beautiful in Virgil’s eyes. “You sure about that, Mr. Famous Dancer? I’m sure they were all watching you. Sure, I’m great to look at but you in that outfit from last night? Absolutely captivating.”

Virgil goes still at the compliment, painfully aware of the way his heart is pounding in his chest. The simple fact that Roman thought he looked good in that outfit has thrown him completely off guard. “I-I… Thanks, Princey.” Virgil says, “You also looked great last night. How about we agree they were watching both of us?”

Roman’s lips curl up in a satisfied smile. “That sounds good to me.” Virgil returns the smile and the conversation shifts off to another topic, though both are distinctly aware that the other has thought they looked good before.

Once their food arrives, they both go silent to eat, occasionally meeting eyes with each other and holding that contact for a bit too long before looking away. The rest of the meal goes on with this slight tension, but it quickly fades once they’re out of the restaurant and onto their next destination.

Virgil leads Roman to a tucked-away bookstore, down one of the side streets Roman hadn’t gone down the previous day. He’d mainly spent time on the main streets of the city so he hadn’t even known this was here.

“This is one of my favorite places to just spend time. It’s quiet and not a lot of people are in it any given time so it’s a relaxing place to just chill.” Virgil explains as they step inside, quieting his voice even though this isn’t exactly a library.

Roman smiles at that, finding it sweet how Virgil’s opening up to him. This is more than he expected when he first got the idea to travel back to this time period, but he’s enjoying every second of it.

“What kind of books do you like to read?” Roman asks, smirking before continuing, “Though, given your stage name, I think I already have an idea, Mr. Raven.”

Virgil rolls his eyes at the teasing expression Roman’s giving him, but he has to admit, he’s not too far off from being right. “Okay, Smart Guy, you might be right about my tastes but I bet you live on fairytales. Am I right, Princey?”

Roman huffs and dramatically puts a hand to his chest. “Why ever would you assume such a thing?” He layers on the drama in his voice before snickering, “Actually, yeah, you’re not wrong. I am a sucker for a romance with a happy ending!”

Virgil raises his eyebrows and looks up from the book he had half-heartedly been looking at while Roman was doing his dramatics. “Are you sure we’re reading the same fairytales, Princey? Because the ones I know have way darker undertones.”

Roman’s about to say something about how Disney movies/stories always have happy endings but then he remembers that Virgil would have no idea what that means since Disney movies don’t exactly exist yet.

“Sure, some fairytales do end darkly, Count Gloom. But surely, you can think of a few that end up well for the two love interests.” Roman says and Virgil begrudgingly nods as there are stories that do that, even if they’re not the ones he usually reads.

“Fine, Princey. Maybe you should read some of the fairytales written by the Brothers Grimm sometime. If you could handle a darker twist on your usual fairytales, that is.” Virgil says with an expression that Roman would swear is far too attractive to be so mean-spirited.

“Uh, hate to break your bubble, but I have read them, and I find them to be brilliantly written. But I still prefer things with happier endings.” Roman says and Virgil snickers behind a hand at his reaction being teased like that.

“M’kay, Roman. Now, I actually do want to look around a bit while we’re here. Then we’ll go somewhere else.” Virgil says and Roman nods, both of them silently walking around and looking at books for a little while.

Once Virgil’s purchased a new book, he leads Roman to a nearby museum, which gets a curious but excited expression from Roman. With those eyes looking at him so curiously, Virgil feels compelled to explain why they’re there.

“So, uh, I don’t really have to say what makes a museum enjoyable. But I like other types of art than just dancing so it’s nice to come look around every once in a while.” Virgil says while fidgeting with his hands without thinking.

“I agree. It’s always interesting to see how they portray similar emotions that we do while dancing in a different medium.” Roman sets a hand on top of Virgil’s to still them, causing Virgil to look up and their eyes to meet.

It’s like time freezes for both of them the second their eyes lock, the world around them no longer as important as the person in front of them. Both of them feel like they could stay forever like this and be perfectly happy to do so.

As quickly as the moment starts, it ends. Virgil shakes himself off and offers a shy smile to Roman, who retracts his hand and beams back. They then enter the museum to kill some of their remaining hours until the performance.

“I have to say, Princey. While most people would’ve been bored by the whole thing, you actually had something to say about each piece of artwork.” Virgil says as they’re leaving the museum. “It made that more fun than when I’m by myself.”

Roman grins at that, his cheeks heating up just faintly. “Thanks, Virgil. I’m used to it, my brother loves going to all sorts of museums. It’s a lot easier to bear if you’re not by yourself.”

“I agree with that. Now...I have one more place to take you before we’ll eat dinner and go perform.” Virgil says, feeling a fluttery feeling in his stomach at the idea of taking him to this next place. It’s not like it’s the most personal of the places they’ve been, but something about taking him there feels special enough to make Virgil nervous.

“Alright. Lead the way!” Roman says, offering a bright, encouraging smile when he sees Virgil look a bit nervous. Without thinking, he reaches over and takes Virgil’s hand, squeezing it softly to let the other know that it’s all going to go fine.

Virgil’s eyes widen at the fact that they’re holding hands. But instead of freaking out about it, or goofily grinning like he wants to, he simply smiles back at Roman and starts to lead him, not bothering to let go of his hand.

Part of the way there, Roman realizes that they’re holding hands and has an internal gay panic. This is fine! We’re just two friends holding hands as he leads me somewhere. This is completely normal. It’s not like he’s stupidly attractive or anything. Gah! Roman, get a hold of yourself. You’re leaving this time in the next few days, you can’t get attached! But he knows he’s already attached. (and that’s a problem for later)

The walk itself is quite short and it leads to a gazebo of sorts where a few people are sitting playing various instruments together. Surrounding the gazebo is lush grass that would be perfect to either sit on and listen to the music or dance around on.

Virgil’s shoulders relax as they step onto the grass, unable to help the smile spreading across his face as they step into one of his safe havens in this town. Roman bites his lip at how beautiful Virgil looks smiling so genuinely and knows instantly that he’s screwed. There’s no way back from how much he feels for this dancer now.

“So, I come here often. I usually just sit and listen to the music, but I often come to dance and mess around when I don’t want to do actual practice.” Virgil says, seeming so relaxed and happy at being here.

Something in Roman’s heart catches at how beautiful and serene Virgil looks. It’s obvious that this is one of his favorite places in town from how at peace he’s become just by coming here. “Sounds nice.” Roman says softly, “I can see why you’d love this place.” Roman lets the music wash over him, starting to sway slightly on his feet as the music makes him want to dance.

Virgil hums lightly in response, not even bothering to hide his smile at how the music is affecting Roman. His heart skips a beat to see him looking so contented like he doesn’t have a care in the world.

Roman full-on twirls when the music swells and Virgil tries to muffle the surprised laugh that it causes but Roman just grins at him and extends a hand towards him. No words are needed for Virgil to know what he’s asking and thus, he takes Roman’s hand, allowing him to pull him into a somewhat messy dance.

The leader varies from move to move, from Roman dipping Virgil to Virgil spinning Roman around, but neither of them notices. It feels natural for the leader to switch so often when they’re not having to put on a show for an audience. Instead, this is only about them and the person in their arms.

One song shifts to another with neither of them caring about how much time is passing, not really. A small crowd of people gathers to watch them as they’re still using moves that only trained dancers would use even in this more relaxed setting.

Through the dancing, Roman never lets his eyes stray from Virgil’s, evoking an intimacy to the dance. It’s been ages since either of them, particularly Virgil, has felt this drawn to a dance partner, and despite his usual qualms about maintaining eye contact unless necessary, he finds that it’s much easier to hold Roman’s steady gaze, though it’s a bit embarrassing and flustering.

The song melts into a more romantic one that causes the audience to break away, not wanting to intrude now that it feels less like a rehearsed performance. Roman laughs softly when he hears the soft swells in the music, the sound bringing an almost dopey grin to Virgil’s lips.

They draw closer to each other, swaying to the music instead of performing intricate moves. Roman’s hands settle around Virgil’s neck, while Virgil’s wrap around his waist, their hearts beating in sync as Virgil gently rests his forehead against Roman’s.

It’s a bit odd for him as he’s never been the type to grow close to someone this quickly. But, of course, there’s something different about Roman. Normally, people aren’t able to understand his snarky nature, instead preferring his grace when he dances. But Roman… Roman has witty quips to match his own and doesn’t shy away when Virgil gets too snarky. So maybe that’s why he’s already so attached to him.

They stay in that position until the song draws to a close and it’s only then that they realize how long they had been dancing together. Roman offers up a sheepish smile, “So, I guess we should have dinner?”

“Yeah… Come on, I have a place I think you’d like.” Virgil reluctantly draws away from Roman but grabs Roman’s hand to lead him to their destination.

Roman feels his face flush at the fact that it was Virgil who reached for his hand this time, meaning that their feelings have to match at least a little. Right?

The thought alone causes a grin to spread across his face as he trusts Virgil to get them to the restaurant in one piece.

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[ghostcat3000]

👀😳⭐️ !

👀 favorite response to one of your works

I am very lucky and have readers that are way smarter than me that leave amazing comments. Thank you, commenters! You give me sunshine!

Here are three specific responses I loved:

1. When @lilamadison11 made a gif set using dialogue from If Your Mind Should Sway for my birthday, I nearly died. That was the dopest fandom thing that had ever happened to me at that point.

2. I read one of @widespindriftgaze‘s stories and their stories were so good, it inspired me to write my own even though a) I had no idea what I was doing and b) they would not be so good. Anyway, the day they left me a comment on We Must Refuse to Disappear, I died and this is why I am a ghost now.

3. As much as I love a tome-comments, one that I always remember is @nightlocktime, who always leaves hilarious ‘live-read’ commentary, responding to the following lines from Andante: 

“Sorry,” Elio whispers to the sidewalk, so mournful you almost laugh. “I think I overdid it.” 

with lol, I think I overdid it; title of his sex tape entire life. And then I laughed forever and ever, amen. See? I am a simple sort of person and stupidly easy to please.

😳your scariest line

I suppose I could interpret this in two ways. Scariest lines to write, of which there are too many to mention OR scary lines as in yikes. This is more of the latter:

Ballin kneeled down and did it quickly, in the way that had been his style since he was a youth. In and out, right into the lungs. Normally, he would stay—listen to the humorous noises that the body makes as it perishes—but he had to get back. He whispered in the man’s ear. “Goodnight, Mr. Fullerton. The fire will finish the rest.” 

(from Under The Snow)

⭐️how do you get your inspiration?

answered here. But also travel. I travel less now for reasons but I can’t tell you how often the places I’ve been to or dreamed of going have wound up in my stories.

thank you for the asks, @heihallohadet!

from this meme. ask away.

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[deadmomjokes]

I was wondering if you might have some advice for my specific anxiety/phobia. I have an extreme fear of having a heart attack every single day (I am 20 years old). I started having chest pains half a year ago so I went to the doctor a couple times to try and figure it out (at one point I went to the e.r. Yikes) and they chalked it up to anxiety. After a few weeks on meds the pains went away but now its back and I’m having panic attacks again because I constantly think I’m on the brink of death.

Oh man! That’s honestly the worst; I had that same anxiety trigger for a while in high school (and to a lesser extent now). I was constantly convinced I was dying, and would be a medical marvel headline– “High School Student Drops Dead After Mystery Heart Attack.”

It’s possible that the medicine you’re on helped at first then your body got too used to your dosage, or it simply wasn’t right for you. It could also be that if your anxiety triggered to something else, it could cause chest pain and the pain alone could bring back the terrors about death. My meds took ages to actually start working right, and they quit working a few years later and I had to switch to a bunch of different ones before I landed on my current regime, which works great for me so far. I would talk with your doctors about the fact that it quit working for you, and your physical symptoms are back. See if they think a dosage change or medicine switch might be beneficial.

As for dealing with that specific anxiety, it’s a rough one. Mine was never only heart attacks/chest pain, but any unexplained pain in my body. I would go full hypochondriac and think that I was having appendicitis or a ruptured spleen, when really it was a gas bubble. I still deal with a bit of hypochondriasis sometimes when I have unexplained (usually anxiety-triggered) pains, but it has helped me greatly to simply remember my past history, and remind myself consciously that this has happened before and I was fine. Any time you get a chest pain, you could say to yourself, maybe even out loud if you can, “The chest pain is back, but I know I’m not dying, because this happens frequently. My anxiety wants me to believe that I am dying or having a heart attack, but I know that anxiety can cause chest pains unrelated to my heart’s normal functions. This pain will pass, and I will live through it. I am not having a heart attack, just a panic attack.”

I know that seems weird and stupidly simple, but for some reason, consciously laying out in words the things that you already know intellectually can really help put the brakes on anxiety spirals. It may not and probably won’t take care of all of it, but it can sometimes slow or halt the progression of an attack in progress, at least enough that you can get to work on other coping mechanisms.

Having chest pain is often a sign of an anxiety attack already in progress, so I would also recommend keeping a journal after the fact of what was going on right before the pains started. You might discover a trigger you didn’t know you had, and may be able to start identifying earlier warning signs. When I was first learning to identify panic attacks, it seemed like they came out of nowhere. I’d be fine, walking down the hall in school, and then bam, I felt like I was dying and having an out-of-body experience. Turns out, I was missing a TON of my more subtle cues, and my anxiety was triggering first to academic performance worries, and the crowds in the hall. It was simply compounding and becoming unmanageable when the physical symptoms would start, because I would feel like I was dying and that would spur my death anxiety/hypochondriasis.

I now know some of my much earlier signs, before it’s a “full blown” panic attack: feeling suddenly restless, needing something to do with my hands, rubbing my knees/pant legs and playing with my shirt, feeling like everything’s my fault, voice becoming higher pitched, talking faster, feeling faster (that’s hard to explain, but I just feel FAST), my stomach knotting up, and feeling like I might cry. Some of my triggers that happen way before my “I’m dying” panic kicks in as a result of the attack symptoms are: crowds, unexpected happenings in traffic (someone cuts me off, I miss a turn, etc), sudden unplanned phone calls, unexpected or unplanned money expenditures, a “Hey can I talk to you for a second?”, and sudden schedule changes. Obviously that’s not an inclusive list of triggers, nor inclusive of all the things I have anxiety over, but it’s some of the common ones that, especially in my teen/early college years, I was having attacks over and not realizing it until I already felt like I was dying. Which then, the main concern was not the underlying trigger, but the fact that I felt like I was having a heart attack for the second time that day.

Not everyone has the same early warning signs, or the same triggers, so it’s really helpful to start journaling your pre-attack goings-on and looking for patterns later. I would also say to start practicing grounding and breathing exercises when you’re NOT having an attack, so that you can kind of go on auto pilot when you are having one.

If you aren’t seeing a therapist, and that’s at all an option for you money/time wise, I recommend finding one asap. They can be amazingly helpful in finding coping strategies for your attacks, and in helping you with the awareness/identification process. Medicine alone will often not be sufficient to make anxiety livable, just more manageable. If you’ve struggled with anxiety for a long time, it may be difficult to break out of the thought patterns that you’ve formed as a result, and you may need professional help to get control of it, even if you’re medicated. Many therapists offer sliding-scale fees if money is a barrier, and some places have therapists that will offer free counseling for low-income brackets. If you’re in college, find out if your university has a counseling center. Most do, and it’s free for students. Or they could refer you to someone local in the community who can work with your class schedule and budget.

I might also see a physical doctor just to rule out any underlying health conditions that could be medically triggering your anxiety (thyroid problems, hormonal problems, etc), and to check and make sure you don’t have something like costochondritis that’s triggering the pain by itself. Costo can also cause chest pain that, in my personal experience having both, can actually mimic anxiety chest pain very closely. It is most likely, of course, that it’s the anxiety again, but especially if it came on suddenly, it’s always good to just make sure. Just more ammo to use when talking it down, you can hold up your test results as proof that you’re not dying and that you know it’s just the anxiety again.

I’m really sorry you’re going through this, and I hope that you’re able to find help and answers soon. Please feel free to come back and ask more questions, and I’ll answer as best I can. Just know that I’m not a professional, and the people best qualified to help you deal with this stuff are the professionals. But I am always here if you’d like to keep asking question, looking for advice from someone who’s been through similar experiences, or just need to talk to someone who understand’s where you’re at.

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[ratherembarrassing]

SUPERGIRL 310: A LIST! OF THINGS I LOVED! AND OF STUFF! -- by me

reader, i cried.

kara danvers is my favourite person.

as a wrap up to the entire 3a, this was pretty close to everything i wanted. if you set out to tell a story about how someone doesn’t want to live their life anymore, it’s an ambitious thing to first justify that desire, and then walk them back from it. season 3 opened with the premise: kara didn’t want to be kara danvers anymore. that life sucked, according to her. there was nothing but suffering and hurt, from the minute she arrived on earth. it turns out, kara is a completely unreliable narrator when she’s lost in grief. do i wish they had pushed into the trauma that is the sum total of kara’s loss? i thought so. but that’s not really the point of living a life, and kara had forgotten: she has had a life! one that actually had really nice things like cute little cats and her sister and her apartment filled with stuff. she chose to fill her life with those things. it hasn’t all been sadness. and remembering that is actually what’s important. i thought i had wanted kara to learn how to be happy with her life; instead we found out that kara actually has been pretty happy all along.

well okay, i made myself cry. rude.

i just love her so much, and this season had made me so sad for her, because they had convinced me so thoroughly of kara’s own sadness, and i’m just stupidly happy that she got a little timeout from life to remember who she is and that there’s happiness there. we all deserve that when we’re sad, and tv characters almost never get it!

i love side trips to inside characters’ minds, so i was never going to hate this, but there was so much i loved!

kara’s very fuzzy cardigan: YES. kara wearing shoes on the bed: NO.

kara actually worrying someone might overhear her being called supergirl: hah, when was the last time that happened?

brainy!

can we keep him????? i thought he was going to be so dumb based on photos and general knowledge from comiclore, but he was lovely.

he made himself tall so kara would trust him!

but that didn’t actually matter because he didn’t actually know how to help her, she had to and did figure it out herself!

“people are dying, i have to wake up”

people were dying and that wasn’t enough. the writing in this episode was incredibly deft, given some of the actual clunkers this show comes out with so often. 

derek simon wrote blood bonds, for the girl who has everything and manhunter, three of the best episodes of season 1, welcome to earth, medusa, homecoming and restis, a mixed bag from season 2, and far from the tree, a serious yikes in an otherwise pretty good season three.

eric carrasco wrote survivors, supergirl lives, exodus and alex, some of the worse parts of season 2, and damages, the most delightfully nonsensical hour of season 3.

what does this meeeeean?!

(i might have missed it, but what were brainy’s reasons for thinking kara was ready to wake up? just thay her body was healed?)

kara quoting sherlock holmes was when i lost it.

here’s the full quote: “I consider that a man's brain originally is like a little empty attic, and you have to stock it with such furniture as you choose. A fool takes in all the lumber of every sort that he comes across, so that the knowledge which might be useful to him gets crowded out, or at best is jumbled up with a lot of other things, so that he has a difficulty in laying his hands upon it. Now the skillful workman is very careful indeed as to what he takes into his brain-attic. He will have nothing but the tools which may help him in doing his work, but of these he has a large assortment, and all in the most perfect order. It is a mistake to think that that little room has elastic walls and can distend to any extent. Depend upon it there comes a time when for every addition of knowledge you forget something that you knew before. It is of the highest importance, therefore, not to have useless facts elbowing out the useful ones.”

the idea that kara had let sad memories push out happy ones just 😭

but then they also did something magical and made it about choice. this space was filled with kara’s things, things that kara had chosen to fill her life with.

“they aren’t supergirl’s things, they’re kara’s.”

kara’s glasses were dusty 😭

this is why i cannot quit this show. sometimes it transcends everything it should be limited by, that sometimes it lets itself be weighed down by, and does things like this.

if the opening monologue next week is different i will actually die.

STREAKY!

he was a stray like kara 😭

little kara not letting herself pet the stray cat because she might hurt it 😭😭

he helped kara feel more like a human 😭😭😭

ending at the place it should always start: kara and alex.

this made my heart so light. they’ve been together so much more this season, but this, happy in each other’s presence, not some godawful mutual place of sadness.

2018: the danvers sisters year!

poor alex not getting to keep the cool 31st century leg cast.

j'onn j'onzz: professional impersonator

THIS WAS SO MUCH.

lena was so ready to take care of kara with store bought soup in her sunday picnic best (see below for more about that).

SICK PEOPLE LOVE SOUP.

i guess i will talk about james and lena here: EXCEPT I GOT NOTHING. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

oh wait i do. i’ve seen a lot of people shouting about how dare everyone lie to lena! this is going to be her villain origin story!

1. the only person who can tell lena about kara is kara. everyone else is obliged to honor her decision.

2. if this show did a better job of keeping supergirl’s identity a secret this would be far more justifiable than it is, but they aren’t so it’s harder. nonetheless, it’s curious that kara almost never interacts with lena now, except to save her, and even then it’s incredibly minimised. i think that’s important. lena has a relationship with kara, not with supergirl, and i think the idea that kara is required to tell lena to maintain that friendship is dangerous. we don’t owe people all of ourselves.

this gets murky with the reason they’ve pushed in interviews about why kara keeps it a secret. it’s not about trust, it’s about just being kara to someone. i’m interested to see how that plays out now that kara actually wants to be kara again.

3. if someone doing something as relatively inoffensive as not being the very best bff in the whole wide world is what turns lena into a villain? that’s pathetic, and lena would no longer be worth my time. so, you know, i hope they don’t do that.

has lena ever shown up somewhere and not wanted to talk about her problems? can that stop? could she be helpful to someone else for once? this is a pattern i do not like.

J’ONN’S PAJAMAS.

J’ONN’S FAKE COUGH.

J’ONN’S INABILITY TO SIT LIKE A KARA.

J’ONN’S INABILITY TO DEAL WITH LENA LUTHOR’S LOVE LIFE.

and yet still managed to do james a solid, aww.

and the rest: the stuff!

i still don’t understand the point of reign. the earth needs cleansing? okay? this has to be done one by one? except there are more like her? 

BUT ALSO: WHY DOES SHE KEEP ATTACKING KARA??? WHAT IS KARA’S SIN??? seriously, if this is the 3b arc, cool, but they’re going to have to work seriously fucking hard to convince me kara is on the same level as criminals -- which, lord, what is this basic as hell commentary on the justice system???

this is especially a bummer because the stuff with sam is usually so good, and this week they did something that finally finally won me over with ruby: ruby taking care of sam. my poor heart.

nerf guns! that whole sequence was evil. A+ 10/10 guys.

mon-el continues to suck, but in whole new ways!

what a useless twat. don’t pretend you’re going to follow the rules until people browbeat you into actually helping, you fucking wanker.

what a totally zzzzzz. god, i can’t even think of an adjective to describe how completely and utterly bland everything about this New Mon-El is. he might be a decent person (questionable as fuck, see above) but what a totally uninteresting fictional character.

to add insult to injury: he makes supergirl fangirl imra boring. how rude.

god. i hate him. neutral goods are so BORING.

i was going to include the stupid bon jovi moment here, but i just watched it again and i laughed against my will, so. you win this time, cheese.

2455: a 3rd degree extincion phenomenon

WHAT.

so, 400 years from now, 2407, L-Corp is still around. how do people remember it if everything was lost? i choose to believe because it’s the most important megacorp of all time. gross, lena, no. capitalism is terrible.

the fact that all knowledge of earth’s popular culture in the 31st century comes from a daxamite who was on earth in 2017 for like 9 months hurts me more than the loss of the library of alexandria.

a special category all of its own: lena luthor’s wardrobe

that outfit was not work appropriate

gifs of that outfit were not work appropriate

SORRY FRANDS I EMAILED A GIF TO IN A FIT OF GAY ASTONISHMENT

A PSA: PLEASE WATCH BLACK LIGHTNING TOMORROW, IT LOOKS AMAZING.

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