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purplesurveys · 3 years

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Department One: Apparel And Jewelry

What are you wearing today? Just a white duster dress. Very loungewear-y, hahaha. I didn’t feel like wearing shorts today.

What does your favorite shirt look like? At the moment I’m obsessed with my Vante shirt. It’s fanmade but it was made tastefully; the designs aren’t too loud and I love the cute little shoutouts and tributes to his past paintings, so it had been a ridiculously easy decision for me to want to buy it.

What kind of underwear do you prefer wearing? Eh I don’t really have a preference as long as I don’t find them uncomfy.

What are your favorite kind of jeans? I’m definitely still stuck in my mom jeans phase. Idk man, I just love how they match nearly all kinds of tops.

What do the last pair of shoes you wore look like? They were adidas sneakers. Not a big fan of chunky shoes but it’s an Ivy Park and it was on a big discount HAHAHA so I didn’t hesitate to get them.

How many shoes do you own? A little more than 10. I love shoes and wanna collect them someday...just not today, hahaha.

How much jewelry do you own? Not too big on jewelry; most, if not all the ones I wear are just borrowed from my mom since we share the same style anyway.

Do you own any real diamonds or other expensive jewelry? Yeah, the ones I would borrow from my mom are pretty pricey.

Has anyone ever gave you jewelry as a present? Yes, I received rings and necklaces from my ex. One of my aunts also gave me a necklace when I turned 7.

Do you like diamonds or gemstones better? I just stick with diamonds...which is...also a gemstone too, if I’m not mistaken.

Silver or gold? Silver.

Department Two: Electronics

Do you have a DVD player in your car? Not in mine, but we do have one in the family car. I used to watch movies on there often but after one grueling road trip where my motion sickness acted up, I haven’t wanted to use it since.

If you have one, what does your camera/camcorder look like? I just use the camera in my phone but back in the day I used to have a DSLR; that was when I thought I wanted to take up photography, heh. It was a Nikon D3100.

How much did it cost? I’m not sure since my dad gave it to me as a present, but a quick search told me it would’ve cost him around P20,000 which issssss wow more expensive than I thought.

What kind of cellphone do you have? I have an iPhone 8 with an LCD screen that’s deteriorating by the day HAHA. I really need to get a new phone.

How often do you send texts? I text just for work purposes now, so it really depends on how busy my accounts are. Some days would require me to send out more texts than usual.

Do you have your own computer or does your family share? I have my own laptop. My workplace also provided me with what’s supposed to be my work laptop, but they had it sent to me when I was already a couple of months into my job and all my needed files and programs were already in my personal laptop. Since I was too lazy to start everything all over again, I’ve never actually used the work laptop haha.

How many computers are in your house? We have three laptops in total - my siblings and I each have our own. Kind of a necessity these days.

Do you still have a VCR? I don’t think so.

How many DVDs do you own? We probably have around 30-50 but most of them are movies from like the 2000s that we just haven’t thrown out. Personally, I have about five DVDs of old films like Gone with the Wind, Rebel Without A Cause, Breakfast at Tiffany’s, etc, and recently I’ve been buying BTS merch so DVDs are part of that mix too.

Does your car have a GPS? No. I use Waze on my phone instead.

What kind of iPod/MP3 player do you have? Haven’t used an iPod in like a literal decade. I use Spotify for my music.

How many songs are on it? Spotify doesn’t work that way since it’s technically a database of songs.

What size is your TV? Never bothered to ask/check.

How many TVs are in your house? Four. Living room, dining room, master bedroom, my brother’s room.

What video game systems do you have? We have a PS3 and PS4.

What about handhelds? Switch. I believe my sister also still has her DSi stored somewhere.

How many video games do you have? Probably somewhere around 50-60. My dad and brother are content with repeating their games lol.

Department Three: Home

What kind of shampoo do you use? It’s a Dove variant but I’m just blanking out on the specific name/what it does.

Soap or shower gel? Shower gel.

What does your comforter look like? It’s pretty colorful and has geometric shapes and lines.

Does it match your pillows? Yep, they come in a set.

What size is your bed? Twin.

Do you or your parents like to decorate the house with various things or is it plain? My mom puts considerable effort in decorating the house but it’s nothing overboard that it feels tacky. There’s enough decor in enough spaces.

Does the furniture in your house match? Sure. I imagine my mom would be very irritated if she felt something was uncoordinated at home.

What does your couch look like? It’s a gray L-shaped couch. Gabie broke a portion of the couch’s springs when it had only spent its like first two weeks at home but surprisingly my mom has not noticed it yet; probably because she barely sits on that side.

How many does your dining room/kitchen table seat? It has six chairs, though since we’re five one of the chairs is almost always unoccupied.

Do you have any fancy china? No, my mom isn’t the type to collect those.

Do you have outside furniture? Yeah we have a table and chairs up on the rooftop, if they count.

What do your curtains look like? My siblings and I have pull-down blinds. The other rooms have these pulled-back gold curtains that’s accompanied by white sheers.

Department Four: Grocery

What kind of bread do you get? Sliced white bread, always. Sometimes my mom will pick up pan de sal, but she gets those from a certain bakery and no longer the grocery.

What is your favorite kind of cake? CHEEEEEEEEEESECAAAAAAAKE.

Do you get a lot of sweets from the grocery store? Eh, nah. Not a big fan of sweets.

What kind of soda is your favorite? Don’t like soda.

Do you drink juice? What kind? I can take it or leave it. I wouldn’t buy it for myself.

What is your favorite chewing gum? Doesn’t matter to me. The flavors last for only like a minute anyway.

Do you usually get candy from the check-out aisle? Nah. Those are far more accessible so who knows who could’ve touched or tampered with them. Plus, I mentioned I don’t like sweets.

What is your favorite soup? Miso or cream of mushroom.

Have you ever had soup when you were sick? No. I don’t enjoy hot beverages/liquids very much so I doubt I would feel comfort from soup when I’m sick.

What are your favorite canned vegetables? Not sure if it’s a cultural difference thing but canned vegetables kind of sound gross and I don’t think I’ve encountered those (I actually had to look it up lol). My parents always buy fruits and veggies as is.

What do you eat for breakfast? Fried rice is a constant but my mom switches up the set of viands every time. Some of the meals she serves would be hotdogs, eggs (either scrambled, omelette, fried, or sunny-side up), corned beef, dried fish, hashbrowns, luncheon meat, tapa, and Vienna sausages. Poptarts or toaster strudels? Poptarts. I’ve never had toaster strudel and I’m honestly not sure what that is.

What salad dressing do you prefer? Spicy mayo.

Ketchup, mayonnaise, or mustard? MAYONNAISE. I can live without the other two.

What kind of cookie do you like best? I only ever eat chocolate chip.

What kind of snacks do you get at the grocery store? Salted egg chips or Pringles. Not a big fan of snacks either. This survey is making me realize I’m way more into full meals than anything else.

Do you get the meat from the deli? Er, we don’t have delis here. Too fancy a concept lmao. If we have them, they are most likely in those extremely upscale, boujee neighborhoods.

What is your favorite frozen dinner? I mean my dad buys frozen meat, fish, etc, but the frozen dinner sets that I see in American culture, which I’m guessing is what’s being referred to in this question, are not common here.

Do you prefer frozen dinners to actual cooking? I honestly can’t imagine how it’s filling, but then again I’ve never tried it. Personally, food made from scratch is still the best.

What is your favorite kind of pasta? Fettuccine.

Do you eat meat? And if not, do you eat vegetarian meat? Yes, I eat meat. I get vegan options if they’re accessible and affordable, but those choices are hard to come by here.

What is your favorite fruit? Avocado is really the only one I’ll give a pass to. Everything else tastes horrible.

What about vegetable? Broccoli, bell peppers, green beans.

Department Five: Health And Beauty

What kind of makeup do you normally use? None. If I absolutely have to put on makeup, I will begrudgingly put on foundation, maybe some eyeliner, and lip gloss. And they will all most likely be borrowed from my sister.

Do you wear more makeup on special events? Not necessarily.

What is your favorite makeup brand? I wouldn’t be the right person to ask because I would just say none of them.

Do you use any acne products? Mmm no, I just splash water on my face, really. I actually got into a conversation about skincare with my co-workers yesterday and besides the usual shocked experessions I get when people find out I don’t use products, they recommended I at least get moisturizer and sunscreen. Idk, let’s see but historically it’s been hard to convince me to invest in skincare haha.

What kind of perfume do you use? I have one of Beyoncé’s perfumes, Heat Rush. I don’t actually know if that’s still in production but it’s been my staple for like a decade or so now.

Have you ever been on a diet? No. I never really had to be on one.

What products do you use in your hair? Shampoo and conditioner.

How often do you brush your hair? Only when I have to leave the house or have an important virtual work meeting.

What do you take when you have an upset stomach? Nothing. The toilet usually solves that for me lol.

Do you take any prescription medicine? Nope.

Department Six: Movies, Music, And Books

What is your favorite movie of all time? It’s been Two for the Road for a solid nine years and it doesn’t look like anything’s on its way to dethroning it anytime soon.

What genre of movie do like best? Drama. The more realistic it is, the better.

What was the last movie you watched? It’s a Korean film called Be With You. I liked it and I cried waterfalls, but the ending was so rushed it was kind of disappointing.

What was the last movie you purchased? I don’t buy movies. If I wanted to see a film I’ll check if Netflix has it, then if they don’t I just try to scour one of those illegal movie streaming sites that always happen to have thousands of pornographic ads hahaha.

What is your all time favorite band? Paramore. Do you still buy CDs? Only from artists I’m an extremely huge fan of. Right now that would be BTS, so I’m catching up on all the albums they’ve released in the last eight years.

What was the last CD you bought? I got the Butter album set, if that counts. If it doesn’t, the last full-length album I purchased was Dark & Wild.

What was the last song you listened to? I think it was Permission To Dance.

What is your favorite book? I haven’t found it yet.

Do you even like reading? I used to love it a lot more, to the point that back in grade school I was known as always having a book in my hand. I just don’t know where that passion went.

How often do you read? Nearly never. I mean...I do read fanfics, I guess; but I won’t count those.

Department Seven: Sports And Fitness

Do you own a bike/scooter/skateboard/etc.? We do have a bike at home, but that doesn’t mean I know how to ride it. We don’t have the other two.

How old were you when you learned to ride a bike w/o training wheels? I still don’t know how to last on a bike without training wheels heheh.

Have you ever been camping? Nah.

How often do you work out? Nope but at work my boss just started another fitness challenge, so I’ll probably have to get back on working out soon just because I would want to accomplish the challenge.

Are you in good shape? Sure, I think so. I’m not like fit fit because I neveeer exercise haha, but I also don’t make it a point to constantly eat unhealthy foods or have an unhealthy lifestyle to the point that it affects my body.

Do you go to a gym? I do not. I thought of getting a membership at the start of the year but I’m glad I didn’t push through with it because all the gyms are still closed anyway.

Have you ever been fishing? No. Idk if it’s my kind of pastime or not.

Have you ever been on a boat? Yeah. My country has like 7000 islands so I was bound to get on a boat at some point in my life haha.

Can you play golf? Never seemed interesting to me so no. Even on Wii Sports I barely picked golf.

Ever rode on a golf cart? Yeah, in resorts where we had to ride them to be taken to our room.

Would you ever go hunting? That’s an easy no.

What is your favorite sport? Pro wrestling or table tennis.

Ever played on a sports team? No, my school didn’t have a table tennis varsity.

Department Eight: Toys

What was your favorite toy as a child? Cash registers because I liked the buttons. Also Play-Doh sets that had those contraptions that would squirt out the clay in various shapes.

Do you still play with toys? Well, no.

Do you collect any toys? I don’t, but I’m not opposed to start buying Funko Pop figurines of people or characters I’m interested in.

Did you ever have building blocks? Sure, but I was never creative enough for them.

Did you play with dolls? No.

Barbies or Bratz? Which were better? BRATZZZZZZ

What is your favorite board game? Scrabble.

Do you like to do arts and crafts? Hell no.

Do you think that kids now have it better than when you were young? For sure, but isn’t that kind of the goal?

#survey #surveys

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ziracona · 4 years

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With every movie my love of sidney grows. She working for a crisis hotline ;-; fuc milton hes disgusting. also she is more immediatly prepared for FIGHT also i love how much more soft towards sidney gale is this movie. Thts ur surrogate baby sister now ma'am uwu

Also i loved gales weird friendship with jennifer lmao. One of my fave chars of the triology lol . Also can everyone in the seried leave MAUREEN ALONE D:< the poor woman is dead stop fucjing demonizing her jfc. Im glad sidneys come to terms with loving her despite her flaws and despite everyone trying to make her see otherwise (or thats what it came off as to me anyway) also. Sid verbally destroying roman GET IM!! GET IM!!

Yeah no I totally agree!

GOD, Sidney is my GIRL! I love her so much! The working at a crisis hotline to help women, and how thoughtful and kind she is doing it TuT, her big puppy. And god, she left. She did everything she could to make herself no one someone would have reason to kill, and it’s not enough, people still come. Her PTSD episode with her mom, and how scary and alone it all is. AH and I’m glad they brought her dad back and had him visiting and being worried about her being so alone. TuT

I loved Gale and Dewey getting back and the scene at the END??? “You’re a brave man, Dewey Riley.” “Yeah, well, I’m really scared right now.” I SOB it’s true love TuT my dumb otp. And fkn Jennifer is great! Fale—fake Gale. Love it. The Gale Fake-Gale duo kills me, and fkn Jennifer’s delivery of every damn line is superb. (Wild as shit to see her as the antag in Lost in Space. I was like *leans almost vertically forward in seat* FALE??? ). And yess!!! How sweet Gale is to Sid and how she’s like, no conflict Gale just Gale to kick ass time >:-] Gale said “Fuck Ghostface, all my homies hate Ghostface” and then came to finish the job. Love the Sidney-Gale-Dewey friend team. God, they need each other so bad. Best family!

Also fkn LovED Kinkaid. Baby Patrick Dempsey, lol. *Production Room Meeting*

Casting Director: Okay. So. We need a potential love interest for Sidney, but we’ve hit a problem.

Producer: What problem?

CD *whips out human sized printout* :

Look at her! We can’t find anyone hot enough to even be believable anymore.

Producer, sweating: Shit. What do we do?

PA with a eureka moment, already making mockup posters: Okay so I got /1/ idea.

And it was the best they could do. She’s a goddess on Earth it would be hard to cast a leading partner opposite her. But god bless. Fkn LOVE. Kincaid. He gets back up like four times and every time just gets the shit beat out of him. 🤣 *Kincaid, dragging himself up to go pick a lock with blood dripping down his shoulder from a stab wound to his chest bc he hears Sid screaming.* Me, screeching from the audience: NO! Baby go lay down you survived what looked like a fatal hit just stay down I want you to make it through the movie! 😭 *Kincaid: keeps going because it’s his duty to try to save them. Immediately laid flat and injured worse.* Me: :’-]

I love that he’s like a family member too (lol, if you survive Ghostface, you get adopted by Sid, Gale, and Dewey now) and watching movies at Sid’s house it’s so cute. Fun fact! Kincaid was supposed to be in 4 too, but couldn’t be bc of a preexisting shooting schedule conflict with Dempsey. But I’ve always taken that to mean they got/stayed together and he’s just not on the tour/at work during 4 (tbh, off screen is safer to characters who survived a film anyway so maybe it’s good 🤣), and are maybe married or dating, and if not interested that way are good friends who still check in & hang for movie nights a lot. TuT

And yeah! I think that’s how it was meant to read. Maureen made some mistakes, but it doesn’t mean everything about her was bad, and also, a lot of the shit she went through was done to her, not by. She had a really rough life and tried to do better, and backslid by cheating and hooking up with married men when Sid was a teen, but she wasn’t a monster. Just a sad woman with a lot of facets. Some good, some bad, some neither. But the lies didn’t mean the good Mom Sid remembered was a lie or she can’t still love her. Bad didn’t negate the good, and she loved her mom, and she should get to. TuT

(And for real, like, cheating is fucked, but everyone quit blaming your murderous rampages on the dead woman who never killed a single person frfr it’s you.)

And yes!!! GOD! That shoutout scene with Roman is maybe my favorite scene in the franchise! Roman’s my fave Ghostface because he’s funniest to watch, and also the most interesting. He a fucking bastard like the rest, but he’s the only one who ever shows even a second of guilt for their kills on-screen or off, and it’s when Sidney goes off on her “Fuck your bullshit Roman! You got no excuse you’re just terrible!” rant, and I love that like, not just does she say that, but you can see he knows she’s right. 👌 Ultimate victory. He’s as evil as the rest (except 4. >.> 4 takes the cake but I’ll say nothing else), but I think he’s the only one (mmmaybe one of two? : / ehhh, I’ll think on it) who still sees humans as humans instead of just things, so he’s more interesting to watch/more interesting as a villain. I also fkn love his stupid “Do you think this wasn’t a message?” With the broken award 🤣—the way his actor delivers lines is exactly how my best friend would have played the role, so it’s tripple funny to me to watch it. God, and Sid holding his hand while he’s dying, after everything he did to her?

Like. Obviously he did not deserve that kind of kindness, but it’s so fucking sweet and such a statement to Sidney’s character that she’d do that in spite of it all because he’s her brother, and she just doesn’t want even the worst one possible to die alone. I’m tearing up. Sidney is so good she’s so amazing I’m gonna weep. 😭

Also. Will any moment ever be more iconic than:

No! The answer is no! Shout this at all horror villains fuck y’all, blame whatever you want cry me a river, it’s you! You did this! I fucking LOVE Sidney Prescott!!!!

#ask #sleepy #heavy spoilers for Scream 3 #spoilers #mega spoilers #scream 3 #scream 2 #scream #Sidney Prescott #Roman Bridger #Mark Kincaid

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makeste · 5 years

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BnHA Chapter 163: Reunions and Provisional License Training

Previously on BnHA: Gran Torino and Naomasa cornered Kurogiri in the middle of the woods somewhere. It looked like they were about to capture him, but then this big Goron-looking dude stomped in out of nowhere and we cut away from the scene, so who even knows what’s going on with that. Back at the hospital, Deku had a chat with Mirio, who was amazingly cheerful -- the last thing Nighteye said to him was to keep smiling, and he intends to follow through with that. Deku had a moment of guilt-stricken weakness because Mirio had been so amazing while he himself had needed help from everyone. He started to offer Mirio One for All, but Mirio cut him off and said that even if it was “hypothetically possible” for Deku to give him his quirk, he wouldn’t accept because that would only leave Deku in the same situation that he’s in right now. He also said that Aizawa told him they would be working hard to figure out a way to restore his quirk. And Nighteye’s last prediction was that he would be an outstanding hero, and he believes in him. Having been successfully cheered up, Deku returned to school with the other kids. The next day, BAKUGOU AND TODOROKI HEADED OFF TO THEIR PROVISIONAL LICENSE COURSE. YOU GUYS. THEY’RE BACK.

Today on BnHA: The internship kids return to their classmates who have been WORRIED SICK and don’t hesitate to inform them of this. Ochako and Kirishima have quiet moments of reflection about why they want to become heroes and how far they have to go, respectively. The next morning, Bakugou and Todoroki head off to their supplemental training course, chaperoned by All Might and Present Mic. We learn from All Might that Gran Torino and Naomasa managed to capture Kurogiri, but were in pretty bad shape after their confrontation with the Giganto dude, who apparently leveled half the mountainside during their battle. Over at the license exam training course place, Endeavor makes an appearance, having come to watch Shouto train. He also says he wants to have a chat with All Might. Meanwhile Shouto is greeted by his new best friend Yoarashi Inasa (who is still my favorite), as well as For Reals Camie, who we’re meeting for the very first time. Also Seiji of meatball quirk fame is here as well just for laughs. The chapter ends fairly abruptly, but it’s all good because this is going to be a good arc full of fun times you guys.

(As always, all comments not marked with an ETA are my unspoiled reactions from my first readthrough of this chapter. I’ve read up through chapter 187 now, so any ETAs will reflect that.)

(ETA: apparently the 3rd popularity poll results were released with this chapter! I had to go hunt down the color page and the full results because they weren’t included with the scanlation I read. so I’m adding in this ETA as of finishing volume 18 and belatedly realizing there were supposed to be poll results somewhere in there lol

Bakugou in the number one spot once more! that post-Kamino character development was so good that his popularity managed to withstand 40 straight chapters of being completely absent from the plot. pretty impressive

there is literally only ONE vote separating Shouto and Deku, oh snap. Shouto’s popularity also held up pretty damn well during the Internship arc. absence truly does make the heart grow fonder

Kirishima has moved up a spot! fucking superb you funky little rock man

and a surprise guest breaking into that no. 5 spot, Iida fucking Tenya! wow! beat out Aizawa by a good 400 votes. in this post-ponytail world, that is truly shocking to me. once again I will chock it up to his being absent for so long and making us realize how much we truly loved him. although a more likely explanation is that the anime had just finished up the Hero Killer arc right around when this poll was being conducted in the tail end of 2017

I’m delighted to see Kaminari here at number 8, even before his Kacchan moment which is coming up in this very chapter! I love him so much

Shinsou’s got himself some dedicated fans, let me tell you. they are doing the lord’s work, using this poll as a way of not-too-subtly hinting at Horikoshi to drop Mineta from 1-A and replace him with this kid instead. we’ll keep holding out hope

so that’s it for the top ten (with shoutouts to Aizawa, All Might, and Ochako because I didn’t mention them specifically but OBVIOUSLY I LOVE THEM TOO OF COURSE). I think the full list is in one of the omakes, so I’ll cover that at the end of this chapter.)

[mario voice] here we GOOOOOOO

so we’re back at the fanfic dorms (I MISSED THESE TOO), and the internship kids have finally made it back after going through all sorts of “inquiries and processes”

Mineta’s screaming “THEY’RE BAAAAAAACK” and honestly it’s one of the few times I’ve empathized with him so strongly

are you kidding me. you fit 18 fucking kids into this panel but you couldn’t fit Bakugou fucking Katsuki

also I always die any time Shouji is wearing one of his legendary ponchos. lmao

honestly, even without Bakugou (and who else is missing, though? ... oh shit, Tokoyami), this one panel still feels more like BnHA than the series has in ages. I missed this

(ETA: wait a sec, was Tokoyami out on his own internship while this was all taking place? is that why he’s not here? do I need to stop dragging my feet and force my ADD brain to sit still for five goddamn minutes so I can finish the arc I’m currently on?)

Kaminari’s shouting that Kirishima and Deku (a.k.a. the two who were also involved in Rescue Squad Jr.) are always getting mixed up in crazy shit and they need to stop scaring them

they were scared, then. of course. that’s fine, it was only to be expected. it’s not like I’m tempted to stop reading right this second and go look up post-Internship Arc class 1-A genfics on AO3

but like, I really did want to for a minute, and y’all know how badly I want to see Bakugou again, so please understand that I’m loving this scene just that much

Hagakure’s hugging Tsuyu and Ochako awww

what’s this

Shouto got a mysterious text? Shouto is always on his fucking phone I s2g. get off social media for two seconds and say hi to your friends

(ETA: this seems like a good place to share my headcanon that Endeavor texts like Captain Holt from B99 and composes all of his texts like formal business letters with perfect grammar and begins them all with “Dear Shouto” and signs them all with “Sincerely, Endeavor.” yes he signs them as “Endeavor” and not “dad” or even “your father” because he’s just really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really, really bad at being a dad. you guys.)

Iida is divebombing in front of the returning kids and screaming at everyone to calm down

;_________;

IIDA BRINGING THOSE CLASS 1-A FEELS. THAT’S OUR CLASS PREZ

but Deku’s waving a hand at him and thanking him for being considerate, “but”

oh my god

loooooool

“ARE YOU SURE, MIDORIYA. BECAUSE I JUST MADE A PRETTY BIG FUCKING SCENE RIGHT NOW, YOU KNOW”

LOOOOOOOOOL, BUT NOW THAT HE HAS THE GO AHEAD...

IIDA FUCKING TENYA I MISSED YOU TOO YOU BIG GOOBER

Momo is running off to make some tea for them

and Satou is literally shoving cake into Deku’s face now

for some reason Ochako is being very quiet though

oh. oh no

honey it’s not your fault!

shit. this is the first job-related death they’ve experienced, though. of course they’re all going to be traumatized by it to some degree. no wonder the staff wanted to brief them thoroughly

I hope they offered counseling. they fucked up with Bakugou and they need to not do that again. class 1-A keeps accumulating various traumas and if these kids don’t get mental health support they’re all going to be a hot mess by the time they graduate

in the meantime we at least have Aizawa “Mom of the Year” Shouta on the job

is it just me or does Aizawa not even pretend anymore these days. he’s so fucking maternal. he loves them all so much, and he’s not even mad about it. they’re good kids

so Ochako is having what we call a Deku Moment

staring at the hands and everything

is this the first time she’s said this? remember, previously her goal was to become a hero so that she could provide for her mom and dad. very selfless, but she was still in it for the money rather than the whole “rescuing people” thing. so I think this is the first time we’ve heard her voice this particular sentiment out loud. and it’s great

Kirishima’s looking at her with a quiet expression that suggests that his own angst is brewing beneath the surface omg

and Sero’s slinging an arm around him aggressively

this is nice! he needs this!

aww! Mina too!

NO NOT REALLY

KIRISHIMA ;_____;

WHERE IS BAKUGOU GODDAMMIT

GASPPPP

ever the antisocial one

HERE HE IS IN HIS OWN PANEL FINALLY OMGGGGGG

omg

so he’s listening in with his resting bitch face, because of course he was worried just like all the rest of them, but like hell you’ll catch him joining in with the obnoxious crowd of people swarming them all at once

but this way he can still see that they’re all right. and maybe he can talk to Kirishima later. and maybe nod at Deku or make awkward eye contact for two seconds and then pretend like nothing happened. you know how they do

LOOK WHO’S HOPPING OVER AND MAKING THE SAME OBSERVATIONS OMG

excuse me WHAT DID YOU CALL HIM JUST NOW? AHEM??

(ETA: this is disturbingly high on my list of all-time favorite BnHA moments)

is he allowed? is this allowed?? what is this. this is the childhood nickname that only one person has ever been allowed to use. (and that one person has apparently never been told to stop using it, either, because you know he would have if Kacchan had actually asked. or demanded. and yet he still uses it, exclusively. and somehow I’ve never essayed about this? what have I even been doing with my life. but now is not the time. maybe in an ETA when I’m not so fucking hyped)

(ETA: so I did in fact write a whole big essay about this, and it got so long that I ended up removing it from this already-lengthy post and putting it up as its own separate thing. because it’s definitely something I’ve been meaning to talk about, but it was pretty off-topic.

but anyways, I just wanted to say that if me writing a 1200 word BakuDeku essay out of fucking nowhere doesn’t perfectly sum up my reaction to him being back in the manga, then I don’t know what does. lol)

I don’t know what to get excited about first. the fact that he noticed Kacchan was in fact sulking in the corner being worried but pretending like he wasn’t. the fact that he came over to bother him. or the fact that he just casually called him the nickname, again most likely to bother him, but he didn’t get blasted into oblivion for it so oh my god. does Kacchan even realize that’s just giving him the green light to do it again later

anyway so Bakugou is making a classic grumpy retreat now

YES

and also he has his provisional license course tomorrow too!

Ojiro’s asking if he’s really just going to skulk off without even saying a word to their returning traumatized friends. Ojiro have you even met Kacchan before

and actually Todoroki is now bidding everyone good night as well

and getting the exact same “what are you a grandpa” response from Kaminari to boot. Kaminari is on fucking fire tonight

oh man. this is going to be one of those chapters where I just post and comment about every single panel, huh

you see, I have to post this one because (1) bunny! and (2) Tsuyu isn’t even surprised about Bakugou. they’re all used to him going to bed this early. see, this is exactly the kind of shit I need to make a note of for when I inevitably start to write fic. this kid is early to bed early to rise

it’s literally 8:30 and Kacchan’s in bed, lights off, glaring at the ceiling

and Shouto is glaring at his phone

I swear I wasn’t originally going to post both of those panels. but I just wanted to comment that (a) Bakugou has an OtterBox-style case for his phone (which makes perfect sense, because he probably abuses the poor thing every day and throws it when he gets frustrated and tries to blow it up at times, and honestly he’s probably managed to destroy it once or twice even WITH the case. and I bet he has the special warranty that includes quirk damage. and I bet they regret ever giving it to him), and (b) I’m getting an inkling that whatever reason Shouto had for retiring to his room early, it didn’t actually have anything to do with the next day’s training

someone on tumblr told me that we would be getting Todoroki Family Drama at some point. but I’m pretty sure that’s still like 20 chapters off. but maybe this is early set-up for it? hmmmm

and now panels of the four intern kids lying in bed wide awake thinking angsty thoughts

FYI, that’s Satou’s bedroom with the light still on in the middle of the 5th floor. and below that, on the fourth floor, that room is supposed to be unoccupied lmao. so that is presumably a ghost right there. next to Bakugou’s bedroom

here, I’ll post the layout so you can see

so I’m not sure if Horikoshi maybe just spaced out and moved everyone’s rooms down one from where they’re actually supposed to be, and this is supposed to be Bakugou and Todoroki’s rooms with the lights on. but if we go by our canon reference, Satou is doing some midnight baking and the fourth floor is in fact haunted

anyway, we’re now cutting to the next day and Bakugou and Todoroki are walking to the train station

every sentence Todoroki says ends with dots

is this the arc that’s going to make me ship TodoBaku. it is isn’t it. it’s already happened for Deku, Ochako, and Kirishima, it was only a matter of time before Strawberry Shortcake got in on this too

(ETA: we’re at a solid “I’ll read it if it’s there and the summary intrigues me” level, FYI)

oh my

first of all, I highly doubt that. Bakugou strikes me as being way too much of a type A to ever be late for anything, and Todoroki also has an air of impeccable punctuality about him

and second of all, OH MY GOD

All Might looking spiffy as hell in that tailored suit with his manly satchel. and Present Mic’s out here trying to poke Kacchan in the fucking eye

so Aizawa was leading the course previously, then? he’s the one who supervised whatever insanity led to Shouto’s nose getting broken and the two of them basically looking like they’d been hit by small cars? I guess he’s only a mom when he feels like it huh

(ETA: so when All Might says “leading the group”, what he really means is “accompanying the two kids to and from their lessons for safety purposes.” which makes more sense. and means that contrary to what I just said, not only does Aizawa continue to be a mom, he’s now a goddamn soccer mom on top of everything else.)

OH SHIT I’M BEING BOMBARDED WITH SO MUCH INFORMATION AT ONCE. THIS IS GREAT. I CAN HARDLY KEEP UP

so apparently they needed Aizawa to help with Eri’s quirk! so this presumably means she’s awake? hopefully he’ll be able to help her

and Aizawa made Mic come along to protect All Might, because he cares! that’s right!

(ETA: and also, maybe not a good idea to send two of the League’s known targets and the son of the current number one hero out into the world all nicely grouped together without any backup. yeah, good call Aizawa.)

and Kurogiri was indeed captured!

but Gran’s team suffered some “serious blows” apparently

!! “there was another individual we couldn’t do anything about”

yessss tell us more about this!

oh shit he done fucked them up proper

he was that bad? bad enough that you weren’t sure whether Kurogiri was worth letting him escape? holy shit

oh snap

was this like. an entire mountain that he fucking leveled here? good lord

anyway, so All Might’s telling them to board the bus

Todoroki is acting weeeeeeird you guys

what the fuck is this kid hiding all of a sudden

so now they’re at some building and the kids’ crazy uncles are dropping them off and waving

this is the cutest fucking shit. the boys look so tiny. All Might looks like he just dropped them off at pre-k

OH SHIT

WELL WELL, IF IT ISN’T THE CURRENT NUMBER ONE PIECE OF SHIT

“I wanted to have a proper chat with you” he says, the veins in his eyeballs reaching critical levels

why does he always do this. can’t you ever just have a normal conversation without dramatically cornering someone in a random hallway

Present Mic is all “I’m going to fuck off now, so good luck”

“I’ma go buy some coffee. it’ll probably take about five hours. just to be safe. see you later”

so apparently the text that Shouto got was just his dad telling him he’d be coming to watch his training the next morning

“I hope he doesn’t bump into All Might,” he thinks. Shouto, does that sound like the kind of thing that’s likely to happen. think about you and your life and how it’s generally gone up until this point. exactly

EYYYYYYYYYYYYY

IT’S MUH BOIIIIIIIIIII

OH HUSH. HERE I THOUGHT KATSUKI WAS GOING TO BE THE GRUMPY GRUMP. COME ON NOW

(ETA: and also there are like, eight people in the whole damn class. how exactly were you planning on avoiding him)

and who’s this?

!!!!

HOLY SHIT IS THIS THE REAL CAMIE

holy shit?!

so this means she’s not dead or kidnapped or whatever! well that’s obviously good!

but just. I have so many questions all of a sudden omg. I should just keep reading

apparently she’s never seen Baku and Todo before? wouldn’t she have seen them at one of the previous courses though? I guess maybe they split up into different groups in the previous sessions?

oh hey look at Kacchan asking these important questions for me

oh my god

right, he was in the character page for this volume

but he didn’t make it past the first round! what gives!!

is that why Camie’s here too, though? were they not invited to attend previously, but then the examiners had a change of heart?

once again Kacchan is acting as my proxy here

at this rate we’re going to have more people observing than actually taking the course

I wonder what Actual Camie’s quirk is? and is she also observing or are they allowing her to take the course with them?

do they even realize it wasn’t her who passed the first half? I mean obviously her teachers and classmates must know, but are they just playing along to help her get her license now?

well at any rate, it looks like these kids are ready to throw down

WE SHALL

BONUS:

people who are too low on this poll: Mina, Mr. Compress, Nighteye, Jirou, Tsuyu, and FUCKING MIRIO, ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME THOUGH

for real?? 41st place? beaten out by Stain, Overhaul, Endeavor, Seiji, and fucking Mineta??!

I’m sorry, I was going to do more commentary on this, but honestly my brain just kind of quit in outrage. honestly this poll should be ashamed of itself. the best fucking character in the manga and he didn’t even crack the top 40. for fuck’s sake

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With sorrows to impart (12/?)

[A/N: I’m sorry this took a while, but in return, I have given you 7K+ words of struggles and snuggles. Strap yourself in y’all -- this chapter is a rollercoaster of emotion. I had so much fun writing it, so let me know what you think! Also, shoutout to @actuallylorelaigilmore for her lovely beta work and cheerleading!)

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The door barely has time to click shut before Lawrence shifts in his chair, his expression smoothing out to something almost pleasant. Not friendly, exactly, but that professional kind of niceness a realtor might greet you with -- the kind that smiles because it wants something from you.

“I apologize that you had to witness that, Ms. Alvarez. Now you see why I thought it might be better for you to spend your time in a more pleasant way than what you just had to sit through.”

“No, I'm glad I stayed. It…” She tips her head back and forth, trying to find a way around saying what she's thinking, which is that it gave her a quick and easy way to see what a complete asshole he is and apparently always has been. She gives him a tight lipped smile. “It was enlightening.”

He arches his eyebrow and nods at her.

“So, Ms. Alvarez. Would you like a drink?” He stands up and walks over to a side panel in the unit behind him and opens it up. “I don't keep anything alcoholic in the house when I know my son will be visiting, but I do have plenty of soft drinks and juices at your disposal."

“Uh, just water is fine, thanks.”

“Sparkling ok?”

She nods, watches him take out green bottle and pour it into two separate glasses. He comes over and hands it to her, then stands just off to the side of the desk.

“So, how is it that you know my son?” He asks, looking at her from over his glass.

She takes a small sip of her water, then sets the glass down. She's not sure why he's asking -- it feels like there must be a purpose other than the obvious -- but can't think of any reason not to answer him truthfully.

“I live in the building.”

Lawrence raises his eyebrow slightly before he nods.

“And how long have you known him?”

Again, she's not sure what he's looking for, so she just goes for the truth.

“We moved in about seventeen years ago, but it was mostly my parents living in the apartment while my husband -- ex-husband now -- and I were deployed.”

He purses his lips, and she has the feeling that he's impressed without really wanting to be.

“What branch of the armed forces?”

“Army Staff Sergeant, deployed as a medic.”

“And now that your enlistment is done, you run your own clinic?”

She chuckles.

“It sometimes feels like I am.” She takes another drink of water. “I'm a nurse at a doctor's office and going to school to become an NP.”

He nods.

“That's an admirable career path.”

She gives him another closed-mouth smile.

“I think so, too.”

Lawrence walks back over to the drinks cabinet and opens up a bottle of ginger ale.

“And my son?” He asks, topping off his glass before looking up at her. “Who is he to you?”

He asks in the same easy tone as before, but his stance has changed -- his shoulders squared, his feet firmly planted. Almost like he's ready to go into battle.

Alright then, she thinks. Bring it on.

“Your son is important to me,” she says, meeting his gaze directly, making sure her words are firm and direct. “He's someone I care about deeply.”

It comes out easily, as though this isn’t the first time she’s ever really had to think about or say out loud what Schneider means to her. And why shouldn’t it, though? Both those things are true, and have been for a long time now.

“Hm. And what is it exactly that you see in him?”

It's a strange question and she really doesn't know what he means by it or what he's trying to figure out, so she replies with the most honest answer she can give.

“He’s a good man.”

He arches his brow.

“I see.” He tilts his head at her and studies her expression. He comes back around and sits down at the desk, setting his drink down in front of him. She works on keeping her face as passive and neutral as possible. Whatever it is he's hoping to find, she wants to make it as hard as possible on him.

After a long moment, he nods, tapping his fingers across the top of his desk.

“You know, being a good man has never been the problem for my son. It’s certainly never what I’ve found myself wishing for.”

“So what is?”

He shrugs.

“There are times I would’ve rather had a stronger son. A smarter son.” He leans back in his chair and crosses his arms in front of him. “A sober son.” He makes an acquiescing gesture with his hands. “And yes, he's sober now -- though I always wonder for how long -- but I've had to give up on the other two.”

She shakes her head, not bothering to hide the distaste she feels towards him.

“You're wrong, Lawrence. Schneider is both those things.” She holds up a hand. “Maybe not book smart, but smart enough to keep that building running, to fix anything that breaks himself, to know what it is that people need -- whether that's a new faucet that won't leak or an extra hour every afternoon so they aren't lonely.” She blows out a harsh puff of air, allowing herself to fully sink into the frustration and anger she held back on the entire time he and Schneider were arguing. “He is so much stronger than you give him credit for -- so much stronger than even I ever really gave him credit for. And you know how I know?”

She doesn't expect Lawrence to say anything -- and he doesn't -- just raises an eyebrow.

She gives him hard stare.

“I know because now I've met you and I understand what it was like for him when he was growing up, and despite all that, he still grew up to be kind and caring and so incredibly loving. He was strong enough to not just be a better man than you, which would be easy, but to be a good one.”

He gives her a long, thoughtful stare. He doesn’t even seem offended at her words -- more curious than anything.

“How serious is it between you and my son?”

She doesn’t say anything. Partially because she doesn’t really know what to say -- it’s a question that’s both too soon and too late, really -- but also because even if she did, this man in front of her is the last person she’d talk to it about.

He tilts his head, studying her closely.

“You’re here with him at an emotional and difficult time in his life, which means that you understand the importance of emotional support and that he trusts you to be that support for him. He’s never brought anyone with him back home the few times he has visited, which means that you must be something different to him.”

She nods, but otherwise tries to keep her expression impassive.

“Like I said -- he’s important to me. And not just to me -- to my kids, to my mom. To basically everyone in the entire building.”

He tilts his head at her.

“So you have children.”

She nods.

“I do.”

“And yet you don't approve of the way I chose to protect mine.”

She shakes her head, not even bothering to deny it.

“No, because this wasn't about protection, it was about control.”

Lawrence scoffs.

“And what makes you so sure of this?”

“Because there are a lot of other options you could’ve taken before you went full Bond villain.” She draws herself up in her chair as she leans forward. “If it was really just about protection, you could’ve granted her parenting time when he was a child based on having her take a drug test. You could’ve written sobriety testing and drug interventions into the custody agreement. After he turned 18, you could’ve tied the trust account to her continued sobriety or given her the opportunity to amend the agreement if she ever showed progress in staying sober.”

She shakes her head.

“But you didn’t do any of that. Because it was never about his protection, it was about you getting to control the people around you.”

He presses his mouth into a firm line before he clears his throat.

“From the way you feel at liberty to criticize my own choices, it would seem as though you have some experience with something similar to my own circumstances.” He shakes his head. “But your choices are your own, just as mine are my own. I don’t regret what I did, and I doubt I ever will.”

She huffs angrily and shakes her head.

“Of course you don’t, because damn whatever it did to the people around you as long as you got to do what you wanted.”

Lawrence takes a deep breath, real anger flashing in his eyes for a moment before his face smoothes out to that infuriating stoniness once again. He steeples his hands in front of his face and she has to bite down hard on her lip to not point out the fact that doing so only reinforces what a villain he is.

Briefly she wonders if maybe that's the whole reason he does it.

“Ms. Alvarez,” he begins, his voice frustratingly placating. “Say you have a dog and that dog wants a piece of chocolate cake. But you can’t give that cake to your dog because you know it’ll poison him. You know it may kill him. And while that dog may beg and plead and cry, while he may hate you for not giving him that cake, you know that that dog cannot survive eating it.” He brings his hands down in front of him and leans forward across the table. “So you do what your dog cannot understand -- you take his ability to have the cake away from him. For his own good.”

“Schneider isn’t a dog or a pet or your plaything!” She cries out, feeling like she has never before understood the phrase tearing out my hair like she does at this very moment. “He’s your son, and you had no right to take away his choice to have a relationship with his mother.”

Lawrence shakes his head.

“Surely you’ve noticed by now -- my son hasn’t done so well making his own choices.” He lists each point out with a tap of his finger against his thumb. “No college degree, no career, no real direction in life. Nothing to show, despite a life filled with every opportunity money could buy.”

She stands up in her chair, her palms flat on the desk.

“Maybe none of those things would’ve happened if he knew someone cared about him. If he knew that someone loved him -- that he was someone worth loving!” She knows her voice is rising but she doesn’t care. It’s beyond her to think that someone like this raised Schneider and can’t see what a shitty job he did of it. “Maybe it could’ve been different if he knew that his mother hadn’t just abandoned him for thirty years of his life for no reason, if he knew that his father loved him!”

He scoffs.

“Please, Ms. Alvarez. I’m far too old and you’re far too smart to think that love can solve problems like these.” He taps his fingers across the top of the desk. “His mother was an addict. My son is an addict. Love wasn’t going to solve either of those things.” He shakes his head. “And as far as how I treated him, it wasn't love that he needed but money. It was money that needed to be applied to that issue. Money that kept her from him, money that got him sober, that got him that building, that is responsible for the man he is today.”

She shakes her head angrily, her next words cold and low in her throat.

“Schneider is responsible for the man he is today.” She leans across the desk at him and glares at him. “Not you, not your money. He is the man he is today because he worked for it.”

Lawrence huffs out a harsh laugh.

“Really? Then it would be the first thing he’s ever really worked at.”

That one in particular hurts, in part because there is some version of her that would've once said the same thing. But that was before she took the time to understand how difficult of a journey his sobriety had been, before she knew what kind of man he might have been and actively fought against becoming.

“What do you think my son is going to do with free reign and five million dollars?” He leans back in his chair and shakes his head. “If I were a betting man, I’d say he’s back in rehab by the end of the year.” He tilts his head at her. “And I also bet that you’ll be nowhere to be found at that time. And it’ll be me once again, who’ll pick him back up, to get him better and to get him back on his feet.”

“You’re wrong, Lawrence,” she says, the words jagged and angry. "He's so much stronger and smarter and better than you think he is, and the fact that you never thought that is part of the reason why he’s struggled so much to stay sober. Which means you're part of the reason he struggled so much to stay sober.” She sits back down, her knuckles turning white from the force of her grip on the table. “And you know what? He’s going to be just fine. Because even if -- God forbid -- something does happen, I’m gonna be there for him. I’m gonna be with him and support him no matter what. And my daughter is gonna be there, and my son is gonna be there, and my mother is gonna be there. And he’s gonna be ok. For the rest of his life, he's gonna be ok, he's gonna know that he matters, he’s gonna know that he’s loved, no matter what. You better believe that I'm gonna make damn sure of it.”

Lawrence lets out a bitter laugh.

“If that is true, Ms. Alvarez...” He tips his head to the side as he looks at her with slitted eyes. “Then I have to wonder if you would've been so inclined had he not just inherited five million dollars.”

“Are you kidding me?” And she just barely manages to keep herself from adding an expletive right after the word 'you’. “Not everything is about money, Lawrence! We are not all you!”

“Ms. Alvarez, my son is an absurdly wealthy yet weak-willed man desperate for affection. You're a divorced single mother who is -- I assume -- the sole provider, or close to it, for two children and an aging mother. It isn't difficult to see what's going on here.”

“What's going on here,” she says through gritted teeth, her body nearly vibrating with anger, “is that I care about Schneider and I want to be there for him no matter what. I couldn't care less about how much money he has in his bank account.”

Lawrence barks out a sharp, grating laugh.

That's how I know how calculating you are, Ms. Alvarez.” He shakes his head. “The way you said that was almost enough to make me believe that you aren't a liar.”

“That’s enough, father,” Schneider snarls from the doorway, the words cracking through the air, propelled forward by cold fury.

He advances towards his father with his fists clenched at his side, his eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched so tightly she can see the muscle working in his cheek. For a brief moment, she actually thinks he's going to hit his father.

Maybe Schneider does too, because he stops abruptly at her chair and grips the back of it tightly. She immediately reaches back to rest her hand on his and feels him shaking with rage.

“I don't care what you say to me, but you will not talk to Penelope that way. Understand?”

Lawrence doesn't say anything, just looks curiously at the two of them, like they're a math problem he can't quite figure out.

She feels Schneider getting ready to push off from her chair and -- what? Throw something against the wall? Fist fight his 70 year old father? She's really not sure, and she really doesn't want him to do anything he'll end up regretting, no matter how much she thinks Lawrence has it coming.

So she wraps one hand around his wrist, rests the other heavily on his hand and squeezes.

He takes a deep, shaky breath, and she hears him grinding his teeth together so loudly that she winces at the sound of it.

“Do. You. Understand.” He repeats, the words a grating rasp, ripped out through gritted teeth.

His father levels a long, long look at him, then barely inclines his head.

“Apologies, Ms. Alvarez.”

She doesn't say anything to that -- she'd be pretty ok if she never had to say anything to him for the rest of her life. Instead she nods and picks up her clutch from where she set it down by her feet and stands up. She immediately moves next to Schneider and laces her fingers with his, wraps her other hand firmly around his forearm.

She feels him relax a little at her touch and moves closer to him. She can still feel the waves of rage and emotion radiating out from him, and she wants to make sure she can keep him grounded enough to get out of here as quickly as possible. Of course, she's angry too that Lawrence would assume some kind of manipulative ulterior motive behind her actions, but, at the same time, the notion that she'd ever be interested in anyone -- particularly Schneider -- solely for their money is so absurd it comes back around to honestly being hilarious.

“The paperwork is all signed and I have an appointment with Aunt Emily regarding mom’s will, so we’re leaving.” His voice is pitched low, the words taut with tension. “I’m sure anything else can be handled through our lawyers.”

There's a finality to his words that makes her think that he means them to be about more than just the trust account. She tries to see what Lawrence's reaction is, but Schneider apparently has no similar interests in such a thing. He doesn't wait for his father to say anything, just turns around and heads for the door.

She tilts her head back slightly so she can catch anything he might say -- a plea to wait or an explanation or even a goodbye -- but the last sound she hears from the room is the door thudding shut behind them.

Schneider has about a full foot of height on her, something she's noticed before but never really thought about with too much depth.

She's thinking about it now as they walk down the hall, and she has to break into a half-jog to keep up with his pace. He's taking the longest possible strides as quickly as he can, like he can't get out of the house fast enough.

She doesn't say anything, even though she's pretty sure she's currently developing blisters from the pace. She watches as the tension fades from his shoulders every step away from his father that he takes, sees the way his expression relaxes -- eyes losing their dark ferocity, the line of his mouth softening, the furrow between his brows smoothing out.

Still, she's glad when he stops at the top of the steps and takes a deep breath before closing his eyes and turning his face up towards the sun. She's a little bit out of breath as it is, and there's no way she could've kept up with him going down the steps in heels.

“I've never talked to father like that before,” he says quietly, his eyes still closed. He takes another deep breath before opens his eyes and looks over at her. “But I felt like I needed to say it.”

She nods and leans into him.

“I'm glad you said it to him. He deserved to hear it.” She squeezes his hand. “How do you feel?”

He chews the corner of his lip, then tilts his head and meets her gaze.

“Weird but...good. Lighter, I guess, if that makes sense? Like maybe I should've said a lot of those things to him a long time ago.” He turns around and stares at the house for a long moment. “I don't think…” He clears his throat. “I'm never coming back here again.”

It's a goodbye and a promise wrapped into one, melancholy and satisfaction chasing one another across his features. He turns back around to face her.

“There is one place I wanna go before we leave though.” He gestures to a gravel path just to the left of them. “You wanna walk down to the beach? There's a little walkway down to it -- it's not far.”

“Yeah, definitely.”

The corner of his mouth curves up before he turns and leads them both towards the gravel path.

“My mom would take me down here all the time when I was a kid -- we’d spend hours swimming and playing and building forts.” He gives her a small smile, though it's shaky at the edges. “Even when she stopped coming around, I still loved it. I stayed out here the whole night before I had to leave for America.”

They stop at the top of a flight of narrow stone steps. Schneider squeezes her hand before he lets go and walks down in front of her. She reaches down and takes off her shoes before starting down behind him, holding the handrail as she looks out at the landscape before her.

It’s different than the beaches she’s used to -- miles of open sand with a skyline dotted with palm trees. Here, the stairs wind down into a thinly wooded area with a rocky, log lined beach just on the other side of the treeline. The smells here, too, are different -- earth and pine mixed in with the salt spray of the sea.

Schneider reaches the treeline and looks back up at her, the wind brushing his hair, the edges of his wool coat ruffling out behind him. He’s set against a backdrop of trees, the sun breaking through the clouds in the exact right place to frame where he’s standing. She’s never really considered herself as having much of an eye for photography, but as she stares down at him, hands in the pockets of his long, dark gray coat, his tailored black suit perfectly fit to his frame, she thinks -- goddamn, that’s art.

“Everything ok?” He asks, his blue eyes made brighter by the cool tones of the forest around him.

She smiles.

“Just appreciating the view,” she calls out, and maybe she lets her tone dip into something that might be described as flirtatious.

The uncertain look on his face fades into a grin. “You know, it’s even better up close.”

She lets out a delighted laugh, partially because it’s the kind of cheesy line that would make her laugh, but mostly because it’s the exact kind of cheesy line that Schneider would say and the fact that he’s saying it now means that he’s feeling more like himself. The grin on his face blooms into a full smile, the remaining tension leaking away from his shoulders as he takes a deep breath and leans against the railing. For the first time since they got to the house, he's back to looking like her Schneider.

Whatever it is that means.

He waits for her to come down to where he’s standing before he starts down again. The last step drops off onto the beach and Schneider hops down before reaching up and holding his hand out to her.

“Wait, you should take off your shoes first -- so you don’t get sand in them.”

He nods, toeing them both off and stuffing his socks in them, then leaving them up on the last step. She sets her shoes next to them before she takes his hand and jumps off into the sand, threading her fingers through his the moment that she lands.

“There’s something really relaxing about feeling the sand beneath your feet, you know?”

He smiles down at her and nods. She leans into him as they walk towards the ocean trying to steal some of his warmth as a shiver running up her spine as a gust of wind whips off the ocean.

He glances down at her with a worried look on his face, then tugs her over to row of bleached logs.

“Over here ok? It looks like the one sunny spot on the beach right now.” He frowns as she tries -- and fails -- to suppress a shiver. “Or we can just go back up. I forgot how cold it gets close to to the beach -- I’m sorry, Pen.”

She shakes her head.

“Schneider, it’s fine, I’m just being a wimp.” She bites her lip as an idea pops into her mind, then before she can change her mind she decides to just go with it. “Here, I have an idea -- sit down right there -- .” She points to a sunny patch of beach right next to a large fallen log. “You can lean back against the log and I can lean back against you, and that way we’ll both be warm.”

She’s says it matter of factly, as if there is no other possible way to keep warm on a windswept beach other than the cuddle close to one another (and, really, it is the best way to stay warm and therefore stay down at the beach). Schneider, too, takes it in stride, his eyes only widening momentarily before he nods and drops down to the sand, his coat flaring out beneath him as he settles back against the log.

His legs are splayed out in front of him, knees bent, with his elbows resting on top of his knees.

She smiles before she walks out in front of him and carefully sits down on the ground in between his outstretched legs. She eases herself back until she’s right up against his chest, his arms immediately moving down to wrap around her waist. She sighs and leans back into him, and she rests her arms on top of his as she laces their fingers together.

“Are you warm enough?” He asks, his breath ruffling the hair against her cheek.

She nods even as another shiver lances through her.

“You sure?”

She chuckles before sinking further back into him, his arms tightening around her as she does.

“This is perfect.” She rests her head back against his shoulder. “In fact, you might not be allowed to ever move from this spot again.”

He hugs her close to him, and she can feel him rub his cheek against the top of her head.

“That’d be ok with me.”

They’re quiet for a long moment -- just listening to the crash of the waves against the shore, the gulls crying out in the afternoon sky. Schneider sighs behind her, his whole body shifting with the gesture.

“I’m sorry about father.”

She turns her head so that she can meet his eyes as she shakes her head.

“Don’t be, Schneider. It’s not your fault that he’s the way that he is.”

He looks away from her and lifts a shoulder in a half-shrug.

“I shouldn't have left you with him.” He chews on the corner of his lip before he glances back over at her then away again. “I’m sorry that he said those things about you.”

“Hey.” She reaches up and rests her hand against his cheek, turns his head so he’s facing her again before resting her hand back down on his thigh. “I was fine. And you don’t need to apologize for the things that your father said. I don’t care what he thinks about me or says about me.” She tilts her head, wondering. “How much did you hear?”

He clears his throat.

“You were both pretty loud -- I could hear you two down the hall.” He looks down at her. “I heard him say that he thought you were using me. I heard him say why he thought so.”

“So then you also heard what I had to say about that line of thinking?”

He nods, and suddenly seems bashful and unable to look her in the eye.

“You didn’t have to say those things about me, Pen.”

“Why wouldn’t I? They’re true.” She tips her head down and angles it so she can meet his gaze, but he keeps shifting his eyes so that he looks out towards the ocean instead.

“Father thought that we were together. Not just here together but -- you know -- something more.” He takes a deep breath before he looks at her. “I’m really, really sorry about that, Pen. I’m sorry that he thought that.”

It’s the strangest apology, mostly because she’s not even really sure what it is exactly he’s apologizing for. She studies his face, trying to puzzle it out. He won't meet her eyes, but she can read his expression well enough to see the self-loathing and uncertainty lingering in the downturn of his mouth and in the corner of his eyes.

She narrows her eyes as she realizes what it might mean, and it makes her want sprint back up the stairs and confront his father all over again.

She shifts in his arms so that she can more easily face him and reaches over and lays her hand on his cheek and waits until he finally looks over at her.

“Hey.” She brushes her thumb against his cheekbone. “You know that your father thinking that we’re together isn’t an insult to me.”

He looks away from her again.

“He meant it as one.”

“Well, it’s not. Schneider, hey.” She trails her fingertips across the curve of his cheek, which has the intended result of making him look back over at her. “It’s not an insult. At all.” She shrugs and gives him a small smile “And it’s not even that crazy of an assumption to make -- the two of us being together. I’m here with you, and I’m here because I do think that you’re important and I didn’t want you to go through this alone. So however he meant it, that’s true.”

He stares at her intently, his bright blue eyes suddenly the color of the sea in a storm. The sound of the waves and the wind and the gulls drops out behind them completely as he flicks his gaze momentarily to her lips before he lets out on unsteady breath.

“I feel like I should tell you that I really, really want to kiss you right now.” He swallows, then forces his gaze back up to meet her eyes. “But I don't think it's a good idea.”

She laughs and drops her head forward, shaking it from side to side because this whole situation is absurd and intoxicating and a little bit scary.

She takes a sharp breath in and lifts her head to look at him. Sees the uncertainty and fear and hope warring across his features and decides that he deserves the same kind of honesty and openness he’s offering her -- that he’s always offered to her.

“Well, then I'll say that I really, really would like to be kissed by you --.” His eyes go wide and he starts to lean towards her, and it’s only the loud cry of a gull that jolts her out of the moment enough to hold her hand up towards him. “But I agree that it's not a good idea.”

He takes a deep breath and nods slowly, though he’s still staring at her lips.

“Uh, ok. Just --.” He bites his lip and looks intently at her, and that movement is way more attractive than it has a right to be. “Can you tell me why you think it wouldn’t be a good idea?”

“Because in the past four days, you found out your mom had died, that she was a recovering addict, that your dad had set up a contract forcing her to stay away from you and that because of it, you'd inherited five million dollars.” She tilts her head up at him. “That's a lot of emotional turmoil, Schneider, and I once heard that you shouldn't reply to someone when you're mad, make promises when you're happy and make decisions when you're sad.”

He narrows his eyes at her.

“That sounds like it was something you would’ve posted on your Instagram.”

“It wasn't.” Schneider raises a brow at her. She huffs and presses her lips together firmly to try to keep from smiling. “Ok, it was but it doesn't make it less true.”

“Yeah, no, you’re right, you’re right.” He lets go of one of her hands and runs his fingers through his hair.

“Why did you think it was a bad idea?” She asks, mostly to distract herself from the sudden, ill-timed desire to run her own fingers through his hair.

He bites his lip and shrugs.

“Well, first of all, I didn’t think you would actually want to kiss me back. I kind of thought you’d say ugh or that is my nightmare or have you been bodysnatched while you were in your father’s house, and then of course I’d have to convince you that I hadn’t been bodysnatched by answering a bunch of questions that -- .”

“Schneider.”

“Yeah, yeah, right.” He clears his throat. “So, that was before. But now that I know that you would in fact kiss me back I think it’s probably a bad idea to kiss you because then…” He takes a deep breath and stares at her with some absurdly attractive mix of tenderness and longing. “Well, If I kissed you now, I would never stop kissing you.”

She stares at him for a long, heady moment then scrambles away from him and stands up, her arms outstretched in front of her.

“Yeah, I cannot be in this same --.” She waves vaguely in his general direction. “I can’t be that close to you right now,” she finishes up, shaking her head with her hand out in front of her like she’s trying to ward him off. “That was too good a line.”

“It wasn’t a line, but I agree.” He gets up enough to sit himself down on the log and then scoots over to the far side of it. “I should probably just be over here for -- uh -- a bit.”

“I mean, yeah, right?” She spins her hands in front of her in a circle as she begins speaking. “There’s a lot that’s happened, there’s a lot of changes that have been going on, and this feeling is just so new for the both of us -- what?”

He folds his arms across his chest and shakes his head.

“Nothing, I think you’re totally, absolutely, 100% right, I definitely agree with you on everything you just said.”

“You made a face.”

He squints at her and tilts his head to the side, his arms flung out on either side of him.

“Maybe this is just my face?”

She shakes her head.

“No, I’m pretty familiar with all the Schneider faces.” She walks up closer to him, her eyes narrowed. “You made a face, Schneider -- what was that face?”

He sighs heavily and uncrosses his arms, holding his hands out in front of him plaintively.

“Just, uh - this feeling -.” He motions to the space between them. “It’s not exactly new for me.”

She draws her brows together.

“What do you mean?”

He takes a deep breath and lets it out again slowly, his hands burrowing deep into his pockets.

“Well, uh, you know. It’s kind of like the moon -- sometimes it’s full and out there and it’s all you can think about. Sometimes it’s just a tiny sliver and you can almost forgot it’s even there. And sometimes it can seem like it’s not there at all.” He shrugs. “But even at those times, even when you can’t necessarily see it, you know it hasn’t really gone anywhere. And you know...” He gives her a small half smile. “You know that having it around makes everything in your life better.”

She tilts her head at him and smiles, because even if her emotions are a jumbled, confusing mess right now, she still can’t help but think this whole thing is unbearably adorable.

“We’re still talking about the moon?”

“Yeah, the metaphor kind of fell apart there at the end.” He huffs a laugh, then runs his hand over his beard. “The point is -- wanting to kiss you...it’s not new to me.” He shakes his head and looks at her helplessly. “Sometimes it’s all I can think about.”

She bites her lip and takes a deep breath.

“But you’ve never said anything. Before, you know, all this.” She makes a vague gesture towards his father’s house.

“I mean, you never...did anything or hinted at...something. At least nothing that --.” She stops abruptly, because what she means to say next is ‘nothing that I would take seriously’.

And maybe that’s the problem -- that it never really occurred to her to take him seriously. She takes a deep breath, then walks slowly over to him and wraps his hand in hers.

“How come you never said anything before now?”

He looks down at their clasped hands and hunches his shoulders up towards his ears, his next words so soft that she has to lean in closer to hear them.

“Because you’re the moon, Penelope.” And the way he says it makes her think that her name has never sounded lovelier. He looks up at her, his blue eyes soft and tender. “Beautiful, but always out of reach.”

Holy shit.

She doesn’t mean to say that out loud -- doesn’t even realize she has until Schneider’s eyebrows shoot up and he starts laughing.

She feels her face warming up before she starts laughing too. She tugs him forward and up onto his feet, moving towards him and wrapping her arms around his waist. She buries her face in his chest as his arms settle on her shoulders, his chin resting on top of her head.

“Your talent is wasted on your Instagram captions.”

Schneider chuckles softly.

"I'm just happy that you're finally admitting that you actually like my Instagram captions.”

She moves back from him enough to look up and meet his eyes.

She means to tease him and point out that his Instagram captions don't necessarily seem like the thing he should be happy about at this moment, but then she sees a melancholy kind of uncertainty in his eyes and realizes that she’s avoided answering the question he didn’t even mean to ask.

She steps away from him -- still close enough to see the worry flare up in his eyes, but far enough away where she isn’t distracted by the warmth and closeness of him.

“So you know there are footprints on the moon, right?”

He furrows his brows -- though the uncertainty in his expression lifts, a desperate kind of longing pushing in at the edges of his gaze.

“Yeah, I know.”

“So that means it isn’t out of reach.” She laces their fingers together and smiles at him. “And neither am I.”

Schneider’s eyes go wide as a slow grin starts to crawl across his features.

“So you’re saying I’m an astronaut?”

She laughs and thinks that she really must be in deep because his response makes her want to kiss him instead of want to roll her eyes.

“I’m saying that we have some things we need to figure out.”

“And you want to figure them out with me? Together?”

She nods, the smile on her face so broad and bright that her cheeks hurt. The only reason she doesn’t feel completely ridiculous about it is because Schneider’s is equally -- if not more -- wide and bright.

“Yeah, I do.”

He nods at her, an almost dazed look of happiness on his face.

“You do. You do. Ok, wow. So you -- um -- wow. I mean, what -- uh. How --. Huh. Um.”

He shakes his head and looks so completely and adorably overwhelmed that she laughs out loud and steps forward again to give him a hug.

“I don’t mean that we need to figure it all out -- you know -- right at this moment.” She rests her chin on his chest and looks up at him. “I’m not sure one of us even can figure it out right now.”

He smiles as he brings his arms up around her.

“No, probably not.” He sighs deeply, a brief look of apprehension flashing across his features. “And we don’t really have the time, either -- we’re gonna be late to meet Aunt Emily as it is.”

She blinks rapidly up at him.

“Oh, that's a real thing.” She grins at him when she sees the confused expression on his face. “I kinda thought it was just a thing you made up to give us an excuse to leave.”

He shakes his head.

“No, she really is expecting us.”

She nods, then steps back away from him.

“So, we should get going then?”

“Yeah, we should get going.” Again, that look of apprehension flickers across his features, so heavy and dark that she could get away with calling it dread. Before she can ask about it, he clears his throat and gives her a grin that she can only describe as (and really, thank god for that SAT prep book) -- salacious. “But we could also just stay here a little longer and figure things out.”

She scoffs and steps back from him, mostly because it seems easier to say no to temptation if she’s further away from him.

“Please. You are not that cute.”

He tilts his head at her, his grin softening into something less suggestive and more charming.

“Nah, you think I am.”

She rolls her eyes at that, though she can’t fight the smile on her face as she does.

“Shut up,” she says, reaching out towards him with intention of pushing him away.

He catches her hand in his, his long fingers wrapping around her own. Slowly, his eyes never leaving hers, he brings her hand up and softly kisses her palm.

It makes her literally go weak at the knees.

“So you're sure you don't want me to kiss you?” He asks, his voice soft, rough with emotion -- or maybe, the holding back of it.

It’s almost enough to make her shake her head no -- to make her close the gap between them and press her lips against his.

But then she thinks about that look of apprehension on his face, the dread that flashed across his features, and lays her hand on the side of his face instead.

“It depends. Do you want to kiss me to kiss me, or because you want to avoid thinking about going to see your Aunt Emily?”

He closes his eyes and sighs as he leans his face into her palm.

“Both, I guess?” He sighs again before opening his eyes and giving her a rueful look. “Yeah, ok. I see what you're saying.”

She smiles, soft and warm, and lets her fingertips trace a line down his jawline.

“When you kiss me, I want to kiss you back knowing that I’m not just a way for you to forget that you’re sad or angry or worried.” She brushes her thumb across his cheekbone. “And I think that’s what you want, too.”

He nods, his hand coming up to cover hers as he turns his face to kiss the pulsepoint at her wrist.

“Yeah, you’re right. That is what I want.”

She brings her hand down from his face and laces her fingers through his.

“So we should get going?”

He nods and smiles at her, and even though that same look of apprehension flickers in behind his eyes, she can tell the smile is genuine.

“Yeah, we should get going.”

They walk quietly over to the steps. Before he pulls himself up to the first step, he turns around and looks out across the beach. He lets out a long exhale, and she thinks he looks sadder to leave the beach than he did leaving his father behind.

She squeezes his hand.

“We could always come back.” She smiles up at him. “I mean, not to this beach, but some other one. Or whatever other places you love in Vancouver.” She leans against him, reaches over with her other hand to wrap both their intertwined ones. “It’d be nice to come back with you when it’s not so cold.”

He looks down at her and smiles, wide and bright and incandescently happy.

“Ok.” He says quietly, that one simple word brimming hope and happiness and affection. He lifts her hand to his mouth and presses his lips to the back of it. “We’ll make sure to come back when it’s not so cold.”

#alvareider #penelope x schneider #one day at a time #odaat #my fic: alvareider #fic: with sorrows to impart #ngl i'm pretty sure this is my favorite chapter that i've written

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puckconnolly · 6 years

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@thescorpioracesfestival Tourist Challenge 5: The Scorpio Festival

shoutout to my partner in crime, @colestclairs

links to challenges one, two, three, and four

Challenge 5 under the cut

Every day since Rowan had found out Claire was a rider, she went down to the beach and watched her. There were plenty of good riders and plenty of terrible riders, but no one could touch Claire. She and her capall were on the same brainwave. They just understood each other. Claire was patient and gentle with Elemental, while the other riders were brash and sometimes even vicious towards their own capall uisce.

Then there was Finnigan Kendrick. He failed to ever get off his high horse (pun intended) and looked down on every other rider, while simultaneously flashing an irritatingly dazzling smile to the small crowd that gathered each day to watch the training. He thinks he’s got this in the bag, Rowan noticed. Although Rowan hated the guy on principle, she couldn’t help but notice two things. One, he really is quite a beautiful boy, even if he did have the personality of a raisin, and two, he’s Claire’s only real competition.

Rowan watched Claire and Finnigan the most. She watched as Claire would tread dangerously close to the water, and fair quite nicely, and then see Finnigan discretely try to attempt the same thing without much luck. Elemental and Quicksilver were the same breed, sure, but they were nothing alike. Quicksilver just barely tolerated Finnigan, and even then, she was still prone to trying to buck him off. Elemental and Claire, on the other hand, seemed to be cut from the same cloth.

They almost seemed to be friends, if such a thing were possible.

In the days Rowan spent watching the training, she and Claire had become fast friends. Claire and Rowan would laugh about silly things Quicksilver had caused Finnigan to do that day, or Rowan would tell Claire tales of her home.

“New York City,” Claire sighed happily.

Rowan caught Claire’s eye and raised a bemused eyebrow. “It’s just, that’s where I want to go.”

“Really? Why?” Rowan asked. She loved NYC, but Rowan was a born and bred city girl. She wasn’t sure how a Claire would handle all the nonstop commotion all the time.

“Thisby isn’t home,” Claire started. Rowan just stared, confused. “Ok, obviously it is my home, but I don’t feel like I belong here, if that makes any sense.”

Rowan face broke out into a wide smile. Claire laughed, “Right, I forgot who I was talking to. You’re the queen of not belonging here.” Rowan laughed at that and knocked shoulders with Claire.

Suddenly, Claire stood up and yanked Rowan up with her. She dragged Rowan to the edge of the beach, where the incoming tide tried to pull their ankles back with it, without much luck. Rowan looked over at Claire.

She was a different person than she had been reading to the sheep. Has it only been one week since I met Claire? The girl standing beside her was as wild and free as the ocean. Truth be told, Thisby was too small for Claire. Even Rowan, who had only known the girl a week, knew it to be true.

“This is my last year standing on this beach,” Claire said to waves. Rowan cocked an eyebrow but didn’t say anything. “I’m going to win.”

Some of the islanders are batshit crazy, Rowan decided. “Wasn’t that already the plan?” Rowan teased.

Claire, not catching the teasing tone, or simply not caring, answered, “I didn’t mean it before. Not really. But I do now.”

Some of the islanders are batshit crazy. But Claire? Rowan added, Claire just may be the craziest of them all.

And only the craziest of them all get their dreams.

The following evening was the Scorpio Races Festival. It was the equivalent to a county fair, but with more folklore and cinnamon rolls, Rowan had decided.

“They aren’t cinnamon rolls,” Chester announced. “The Big Apple’s never heard of November Cakes? Despicable! Absolutely despicable!” Chester joked and bought three.

Rowan had just finished taking her first bite of gooey goodness when Claire appeared next to her. “You’re here!” she greeted Rowan with a hug. Rowan attempted to hug Claire but her fingers were sticky from the pastry.

“I had to rearrange my horribly busy schedule, but alas, I am here,” Rowan said with gusto. Then she turned to face her grandparents, and they answered before she even asked her question.

“Go,” Amelia smiled, “have fun with Claire. But don’t get into too much trouble!” She called after the girls, who had run off immediately after Amelia’s first word.

Claire dragged Rowan over to the ferris wheel. It wasn’t very tall, at least compared to the skyscrapers Rowan had grown up with, but it was tall by Thisby standards. It cleared the rooftops of every building in Skarmouth.

“The ferris wheel? Seriously?” Rowan scoffed.

Claire ignored her distaste. “It’s a new addition. It’s only been here for a couple of years.” Rowan sighed in defeat and the two of them got in line.

Once on the ferris wheel, Rowan could see the entirety of Skarmouth. It could fit within the limits of Central Park, Rowan thought. I can see why Claire wants to get off this rock as badly as I do.

Like every other ferris wheel in existence, Rowan and Claire’s car stopped to let new passengers on. There weren’t at the tip-top, but one below. The two of them were giggling about nothing important when their car starting shaking like mad.

Rowan looked at the other cars, frantic, but none of them were shaking. “We’re going to die,” Claire whisper-yelled.

“You literally ride a horse that could tear you to shreds at any moment,” Rowan deadpanned.

Before Claire had time to retaliate, a figure dropped into their car. The car stopped shaking.

Finnigan Kendrick.

Of course.

“You know you’re supposed to get in at the bottom of the ride, not the top, right?” Rowan said.

Finnigan batted his infuriatingly long eyelashes and replied, “Oh, but it’s more fun this way.” He pushed Rowan out of the way and sauntered, as much as was possible in the small space, over to Claire. “This is between the two of us.”

Claire looked to Rowan with panicked eyes. Rowan knew the basics of the feud between Claire and Finnigan, but then again, that was only Claire’s side.

To Claire, Finnigan Kendrick started out a nice boy, who grew meaner and angrier with each cycle around the sun. They were friends as children, but that dissolved quickly. She never knew why he started hating her. Her mom had pointed out that when a boy is mean to you, it means he likes you, to which Claire replied that if that was the case, she hoped no boy ever liked her ever again.

To Finnigan, Claire was everything his family hoped he’d be. She was kind and patient, which made her good with animals, especially capaill uisce. She was universally adored by the citizens of Thisby. She was everything Finnigan wasn’t, and his family not-so-subtly reminded him of it whenever they could. So, he grew to detest Claire more and more until he was so filled with rage that he did terrible, stupid things, like winning the Scorpio Races just to get in his family’s good graces.

Finnigan saw Claire arrive on the beach that first day. He saw that her capall actually seemed to respect her, unlike his own Quicksilver. He was sure he had no competition, until that damned horse ran across the beach twice as fast as Quicksilver ever did and then returned to Claire when she called.

When he saw that, he knew that the only way he’d win would be by threatening Claire to drop out.

He saw his opportunity when Claire and the O’Brien’s granddaughter got on the ferris wheel the night of the Scorpio Festival. He cut in line and got in the car behind them. One of his friends was the ride operator, and he was in on the plan. Stop the ride with Finnigan above the girls, so he could easily jump into their car. Then, when Claire couldn’t escape, he would make sure she dropped out of the race.

He was supposed to win. He was the grandson of Puck Connolly and Sean Kendrick. It was in his blood.

When he saw how scared Claire got as he approached, he smiled a vicious smile.

“What do you want?” Claire’s friend snapped.

“Stay out of this!” he snapped back. Who does she think she is? Finnigan thought.

Claire said nothing, just cowering on the bench. “Claire,” he drawled, “you’re going to drop out of the race, or else I’ll slit the ankles of your precious capall.” His grandfather had inadvertently given him that idea, from a story he had told about Mutt Malvern.

But her friend had other plans. “Yeah, that’s not going to happen.”

He whirled around to face her, “Yeah?” he asked. “And what are you going to do about it?”

Finnigan didn’t have to wait long to find out. He was still in disbelief that this, this mainlander had the gall to call him out, when he was hit with a huge rock to the jaw.

No, not a rock. A fist.

Rowan’s fist to be exact.

Finnigan saw stars for a split second, then hit the floor.

Rowan stepped over his form and squatted down next to Claire. In that moment, Claire was a little afraid of Rowan. But also in awe.

“So let me get this straight,” Rowan said slowly, “you caught and regularly ride a murderous horse, but you can’t handle one mean boy?”

Claire shrugged. She knew it didn’t add up.

“I think you’d do surprisingly well in New York,” Rowan said. The ferris wheel started moving again. Rowan sat down next to Claire and thought for a moment. Then said, “I have an idea.”

Claire finally spoke, “Yeah?”

“When I go back home, I think you should come with me,” Rowan announced.

“To you grandparents’?”

“No. To New York City.”

Claire smiled, “I think that’s a grand idea.”

#thescorpioracesfestival #TSRF2017 #claire&rowan #tsr #kate creates #hope you guys like it!#in the next challenge we get to meet grandma PUCK

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blueberry-9-pancakes · 7 years

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Aye so I have a math test tomorrow

So naturally this is the best time for me to type up headcanons for Hispanic Gwen from Camp Camp

Let’s go

Her full name is Guinevere Garcia Santos and she is the dreaded middle child of the family: two older siblings, a brother and a sister (Arturo Jr and Genesis) and two younger sisters, twins (Araceli and Elsa)

Despite growing up with mostly girls, the real chismoso of the family is Arturo Jr. If you wanted dirt on any of the Santos sisters, he was the guy to go to.

Arturo Jr. was named after their father, but Gwen was named after their mother

“Hey mom, how come you named me Guinevere and not Gen?”

*long, exasperated sigh*

“When you’re Tia and I were kids she thought it would be funny if we put crickets in one of the confessionals at church. I told her we would be caught, but she bet that we wouldn’t. When we weren’t I asked what she wanted. Your Tia just smiled and said that she would let me know when she came up with it. Ten years later, when I was pregnant with your sister, she came bursting through the door and proclaimed that the baby would be named after her.”

“So... I was named after you because you lost a bet?”

“Hija de tu puta Madre, I didn’t think she would win!”

Her mother has always gone by Gigi and gave Gwen her current nickname the moment she was born to avoid confusion. Arturo Sr. did not have this foresight and as a result everyone calls Arturo, “Junior”.

(It is the bane of his existence)

Born and raised in a small town next to Sleepy Peaks. (Considering the fact that Gwen went to college in Sleepy Peaks, this might actually be canon. Why the hell else would she go to Sleepy Peaks Community College?)

While her parents aren’t all that successful, Gwen’s siblings are. Araceli is a lawyer. Junior is a fucking governor. Even the twins, who are about to graduate high school, have done more than Gwen. (They run one of those animated storytelling YouTube channel for Christ's sake. How the hell did they have time to teach themselves animation?!)

She has a stash of Abuelita's hot chocolate hidden in her cabin. The fact that none of the campers have found it yet is one of the few victories Gwen has at Camp Campbell

She would also not admit at gunpoint where the stash of Abuelita is. She would deny she even has it. The chocolate dies with her.

Gwen will also make the drive all the way back to her hometown just to get some Pan Dulce on her days off.

Gwen is bilingual - English and Spanish - FIGHT ME

That being said, she chooses to swear in English out in public more than anything else. She wants people to know when she’s pissed at them.

Really the only time she’ll swear in Spanish is when she knows that they’ll understand (like with her siblings) or if it’s under her breath (most likely directed at one of her bosses when they’re out of earshot)

That being said, Gwen has accidently switched from English to Spanish midsentence from time to time. She didn’t really make a conscious effort to stop until she started to work at Camp Campbell and accidently spoke Spanish in front of David

His face lit up like the 4th of July when he heard her speak it

“GWEN! YOU SPEAK MEX-”

Which resulted in one of the three “You’re dreaming!” incidents that would happen with her coworker.

She didn’t if she should be relieved or concerned at how easily David fell for such an obvious lie

Gwen once accidently swore in front of her mother one time in Spanish while talking to the twins about something

All three of them froze in fear as they watched out of the corner of their eye as Mrs. Santos - a tall, fairly bony woman whose pretty strong after years of chasing and carrying 5 brats around - take off la chancla

Gwen, 23, at the time, still living at home, watches her life flash before her eyes as the Flip Flop of Doom comes flying towards her. Time slows down. Ari and Ellie duck for cover. Dramatic Opera music plays in the theater of her mind.

This is it. This is how I die.

The chancla hits her dead center in the face. Gwen actually falls onto the floor from the sheer force of it.

The next morning Gwen announces that she found an apartment out in the city and is moving out the following week

She’s read the entire Twilight Saga and loved the absolute hell out of it.

Gwen actually discovered that she was bisexual because of the Twilight series. (Thank you, Kristen Stewart)

((you bet the fuck Gwen rewatched that Totino skit for days once it came out on YouTube))

During Gwen’s first week at Camp Campbell, QM asked her to get out the salsa for tonight's dinner (nachos, basically) She was gone for about 10 minutes before he went to go see what was taking her so long

He found her on the floor surrounded by like five, opened plastic tubs of store bought butter - frantically searching around in the back of fridge shouting, “where the fuck is it?!”

Whenever there was a camper's birthday, David would always bake a cake for them. Gwen barely caught herself from slamming their faces into the cake during the first year at Camp

She has a rock collection that she started when she was a kid. Genesis snuck her back a cool volcanic rock from Sleepy Peak Peak during a field trip.

Gwen still has it, along with a few dozen other cool rocks, lying on her bookcase back in her apartment

I have more, but it’s 1am and I still have a test tomorrow (this morning, really)

This was not best decision, but here ya go

(also shoutout to @forestwater87 because I sort of cheated and used part of their hc for Gwen’s last name. They headcanon her as Latina, but the name is pretty popular within the fandom and it felt kinda weird to just give her my headcanon name. The solution? Make my hc Gwen’s middle name instead (super creative, I know))

#cc gwen #cc Hispanic gwen #guys I got war flashback writing about the la chancla #*shivers*#headcanon #mine #camp camp ramblings

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crackerbox-palace · 7 years

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@errol-harrison tagged me! thanks woah ok here we go! Answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people go to bed

THE LAST:

1. Drink: water (an appropriately boring start to this)

2. Phone Call: one of my best friends i needed her to pep talk me into breaking up with a dude

3. Text message: my now ex, he asked if I was ok

4. Song you listened to: DaNcINg DaYs aRe HeRE aGaiN

5. Time you cried: today, ,, a lot, like thirty minutes ago,,,

HAVE YOU:

6. Dated someone twice: not yet aka pray 4 me

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: shoutout to my first kiss

8. Been cheated on: nope

9. Lost someone special: My half-brother Michael died at 9 months old this January

10. Been depressed: sophomore year-end of junior year, this summer-good question

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: like two weeks ago? or one week? please NEVER combine carrots and vodka everybody….,,,,,,…,,,,,

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLORS:

12. yellow (in symbolism I don’t wear it)

13. black

14. a tie between light blue and light pink, I dont really care anymore

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

15. Made new friends: yes!

16. Fallen out of love: shoutout to three days ago!!!!!!!!

17. Laughed until you cried: two nights ago, me and my friend got stuck at a shitty concert and memed the whole time

18. Found out someone was talking about you: yeah, a hot sleazy dude at school had wanted to bang me all four years, it was a full circle for me cause I always thought he was into me

19. Met someone who changed you: why are all of these turning into prompts for me to talk about my ex

20. Found out who your friends are: yes

21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: I don’t have facebook so I hope not

GENERAL:

22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: re: #21

23. Do you have any pets: my sweet angel Danny!!!! I love my dog more than I love anything

24. Do you want to change your name: yes, fuck my last name

25. What did you do for your last Birthday: my birthday was on my Baccalaureate Mass, which is a 4 hour mass the day before graduation, and then I went home and cleaned my house, and then I got in a fight with my mom and fell asleep crying, and don’t get me started on the next day

26. What time did you wake up: fuck idk 10am??

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: hell if I know what a clock is once the moons out

28. Name something you can’t wait for: nothing at all, except for that father John misty concert I bought one ticket to. yep. just me, living my adult life, going to concerts alone, , , . ,

29. When was the last time you saw your mom: a few hours ago

30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: my life

31. What are you listening right now: my thoughts

32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: tom peters, aka the dreamiest boy in third grade

33. Something that is getting on your nerves: re: #30

34. Most visited Website: hell if I know anymore, maybe NYT or Tumblr

LOST QUESTIONS. I JUST PUT IN RANDOM INFO ABOUT ME

35. Mole/s: yep

36. Mark/s: a few, all from my childhood

37. Childhood dream: ya know that Animal Planet show Animal Cop? I wanted to be an Animal Cop. No one ever told me they were just regular cops. it took me a long time to figure it out

38. Haircolour: light brown

39. Long or short hair: long

40. Do you have a crush on someone: :’””””””)

41. What do you like about yourself: thats a complicated question rn but I am going to say everything bc I am a strong independent woman

42. Piercings: ears

43. Bloodtype: ab positive i think

44. Nickname: I had a shit ton as a kid (miggle, miggie, Maggie moo, miggie moo, etc), my friends call me Bunny now

45. Relationship status: ….… . , , . single

46. Zodiac: taurus

47. Pronouns: she/her

48. Favourite TV Show: twin peaks, always sunny, Portlandia, the OA, I used to really like Marco Polo

49. Tattoos: hhhhaaaa my friend gave me one at 4 in the morning in her bathtub using a sewing needle stuck into a pencil, I was listening to I Am the Walrus on full volume on repeat and I may have gotten drunk by the end of it and ended up with a squiggle on my left shoulder, we were 15 and I regret absolutely nothing its a great story and an iconic tattoo

50. Right or left hand: left

51. Surgery: nope

52. Hair dyed in different color: I wish

53. Sport: who is she????

55. Vacation: w h o i s s h e?????? actually I went to Florida some time ago and it was terrible fuck the sun

56. Pair of trainers: my sister took them bc I don’t wear them

MORE GENERAL:

57. Eating: I just had some cake, before that bread, before that ice cream, before that ravioli, see also: I’m Dying Inside

58. Drinking: water

59. I’m about to: sleep goddamnit

61. Waiting for: sleep goddamnit

62. Want: sleep god— idk maybe some money

63. Get married: nooooooo

64. Career: how do I get money for writing??? without like??? a job??? thanks

WHICH IS BETTER:

65. Hugs or kisses: hugs

66. Lips or eyes: v hard to choose, probably eyes

67. Shorter or taller: taller but idc in the end

68. Older or younger: depends (on if I’m making money or not) (just kidding I'd fuck certain older men for free)

70. Nice arms or nice stomach: idc

71. Sensitive or loud: sensitive probably

72. Hook up or relationship: relationship but also I don’t know anything anymore??? whats happening . org

73. Troublemaker or hesitant: idc

HAVE YOU EVER:

74. Kissed a stranger: no, yes, kinda, no. definitely no. I’m reading too into this.

75. Drank hard liquor: my stomach hurts reading this

76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: yes, both

77. Turned someone down: yea

78. Sex in the first date: my last two times, 0/10 don’t recommend to a friend

79. Broken someone’s heart: once sophomore year, another today, god bless the usa

80. Had your heart broken: WOW OK TODAY IS REALLY AN INCONVENIENT TODAY 2 BE ANSWERING THESE

81. Been arrested: nope

82. Cried when someone died: a few times, yeah

83. Fallen for a friend: nope

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

84. Yourself: good question

85. Miracles: idc no too religious sounding

86. Love at first sight: sure

87. Santa Claus: in a pagan way, perhaps ?

88. Kiss on the first date: re:#78 except highly recommended do whatever you please

89. Angels: re:#87

OTHER:

90. Current best friends name: re:#23, actually thats too much scrolling, its my dog, Danny

91. Eyecolour: green, with bluish specks

92. Favourite movie: idk? like Across the Universe or Life of Pi or Mr Nobody or Annie Hall

and good god, I can’t think of 20 people to tag and I’m going to bed, sorry Tumblr I’m bad at tumbling I really just prefer to call it gymnastics anyways

#that was a bad joke #this was really long sorry #thanks errol!

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marvelandponder · 7 years

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My Reason for Doing Anything: Because Cute

Happy Family Day, everybody! In order to celebrate today and the season seven spoilers we just go over the weekend, I thought we could just do something fun.

No real analytical insight here (she says, as if there normally is), I just want to acknowledge how cute the families are in this dang show. I could argue we’re doing this because the characters and their relationships are so central in what makes the show as wonderful as it is but... let’s be honest. It’s just because they’re cute.

Okay, so, before we start with that cuteness, let’s set some ground rules. Honourary/found families are in the running, and a family only has to be two or more characters. Small families are still families. Also, if it’s debatable that the characters themselves see that relationship as family, I’ll use my own judgement on whether they count or not.

Oh, and I should specify since we’re not taking this seriously in the slightest, the order is more a suggestion than anything. I would in fact really love to hear what you think the cutest family really is, but hey, I’ll keep blabbing whether you want to join in or not!

Special Spoiler Warning: Season 7 spoilers will be mentioned or referenced. Once specific episodes air in season 7, this list will be updated.

Honourable Mentions

Here’s the families that didn’t quite make the cut:

The Dash Family

The Sparkle Family

The Flim-Flam Bros

The Filthy Family

Cranky & Miltilda

Scorpan and Tirek

Sunburst’s Family

Discord and Fluttershy (an upcoming book entitled We Are Family suggests they might be considered familiy in some fashion, as well as a brief implication in the Luna and Discord Friends Forever comic; however, it has yet to be implied in the show proper)

Background/Side-Character Families

If I missed anyone significant, feel free to tell me so I can add it to the list!

#10. The Flutter/Breeze Family

Let’s start out with something not everyone can agree on: Zephyr Breeze is a fun character, if nothing else.

Like every family in MLP, Fluttershy’s family reveals a lot about her upbringing just by being who they are in the present. There’s no need for a flashback when you can plainly see Fluttershy’s coddling parents, and Zephyr Breeze’s bombastic, thoughtless personality and how he walks all over his family.

To some, this understandably makes Zephyr unlikable, but for others still, the comedy of his character lies in loving to... maybe not hate him, but certainly recognize just how unlikable he is. His silly self-absorption puts him clearly in the wrong in the episode, but to be fair to the guy, even when he’s extremely inconsiderate he’s never really malicious. You can tell he does love his family, he’s just a little focused on himself to show it well.

Between Zephyr’s fear of failure and Fluttershy’s fears of... well, a lot of things, it’s quite endearing to see Fluttershy’s character development pay off, and allow her to take the competent big sister role when coming home for a visit.

#9. The Armour-Amore Family

Really quick thought: it doesn’t seem like ponies always change their last names when they get married, but if they use Cadance’s name (and they did carry on that name scheme in a way with Flurry Heart), they would be the Amore or “Love” family. Just throwing that out there.

Ah, Shining Armor, Cadance, and Flurry Heart. One of the only families we’ve seen built from the ground up---and in real-time, nonetheless!

Even though the world’s cutest plot device there has garnered a fair bit of controversy, I’d still personally say this new family is pretty dang sweet. They’re currently living out a happily ever after of sorts, although still proving that comes with its fair share of struggles and quirks.

This is definitely a family founded on love. In fact that’s probably why Flurry Heart is so special to begin with. Together, her parents wield the power of love, so who knows what they can achieve working together, as a sweet, loving family.

#8. Rarity’s Family/The Belle Family

Another Note: Their mom has some kind of cookie-related cutie mark---is that their family theme? Sweets? Because I’ve been struggling to figure out how family names work in Equestria and that’s the best I’ve managed to find for these four

Who says there can’t be any fun in “dysfunctional?”

Now he’s a family with a lot of character, even if we don’t technically really know half of them. Rarity’s parents have only had a speaking role once, in Sisterhooves Social, but wow, did that one appearance pack a punch!

With their unfashionable mid-western designs and hokey Minnesotan accents, you can instantly tell what Rarity’s relationship with them must’ve been like, just because of the contrast between them.

Even better, of course, is one of the three primary sister relationships in the show: Rarity and Sweetie Belle.

I really struggle with not putting this higher because of them. They so expertly capture the subtleties of an argumentative but loving sibling relationship. How Sweetie looks up to Rarity, but that also puts her in her shadow. How Rarity’s responsibilities can even make Sweetie’s well-meaning failures frustrating. They’ve certainly had to grow quite a bit to be as close as they are now, and that relatable struggle is what makes this family all the sweeter.

#7. Celestia and Her Students

This one was the hardest to justify. Because it would be one thing if the only reason I wanted to include it was based on my own silly headcanons (which I could do but I don’t want this list to just be personal choices), but I feel like there’s been enough evidence to back me up here.

Celestia’s a motherly character by nature, so it doesn’t come as a surprise when that comes through in her role as a mentor. But I think what clinches it is how to some extent, she really did help raise Twilight and Sunset. If nothing else, it’s sort of comparable to a nanny, I guess, but even then that doesn’t seem to cut it. In the comics, Twilight’s been shown to have had other teachers throughout her schooling, but Celestia’s been a constant part of her life ever since she got her cutie mark---and even now that she’s graduated as a full-grown adult.

And don’t get me started on the mother-daughter parallels in Sunset and Celestia’s relationship, or what little we’ve seen of it. The added depth that comes with knowing how meaningful that relationship is to them both only makes the fracture between them more filled with The Feels. I swear, the fandom’s all but made a petition to DHX to show us their reunion.

They both look up to her and want her approval in their own ways, and that... kills me. Slowly.

My gut tells me there will be those who argue that even if it’s a meaningful relationship, it’s not necessarily classified as family, which is true. Outside of fan-works, neither Twilight, Sunset, nor Celestia have explicitly referred to each other family in any real way. But, hey, I did say honorary family counts, and if the subtext is arguably there, that’s close enough for me!

#6. Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo

Pure cute factor winning out!

I was having a hard time with the order of the 8-6. They’re three extremely different types of relationships, so it’s hard to set them next to each other and compare, but I think I made the right call.

Because this one was a relationship that was theorized about/anticipated by fans for the first two and a half seasons---spawning countless “Scootalove” stories and art to combat the “Scootabuse” going on at the time (our fandom has weird phases). So when it finally actually happened?

For even more context, I used to think that if Rainbow Dash and Scootaloo actually were sisters, Rainbow actually wouldn’t be all that kind to her. Lauren Faust originally thought Rainbow would make a bad sister, too (I think because there’s a difference between choosing a sister and having to grow up with one).

But, I think by that point in the series, Rainbow had matured enough to be that role model and big sister Scoots needed, which made it all the more satisfying to see! And ever since, Rainbow’s still managed to surprise us with how tender and genuinely open she’s willing to be with this little squirt of hers.

On the down side, I feel like Scoots has picked up a tiny bit of Dash’s ego since they started hanging out more, but it’s all worth it for the moments they now get to share.

#5. The Cakes and The Pies

This is such a cheat it’s not even funny. But, the reason I grouped them together is the main reason they’re both so adorable: their relationships with Pinkie Pie.

On the one hand, you’ve got the Cakes, a young couple who adopted this wandering party-planner into their home. Later, they were blessed with two, adorable, trouble-making twins who absolutely love Pinkie.

Technically, you could question whether or not they see Pinkie as family, but come on. Come on.

And on the other hand, there’s the Pies. Wow, they’re delightful! For a family as dull as dishwater, they’re really anything but with their unique personalities and unquestionable love for one and other. I’d love to see more of them! Special shoutout goes to Maud and Pinkie’s relationship, of course, because I don’t know if there’s anything cuter than how much they clearly love each other.

That’s some real cute stuff right there.

#4. Twilight and Spike

Are they mother and son? Sister and brother?

I don’t know if we’ll ever have their relationship defined beyond “number one assistant,” but dammit if they aren’t an adorable pair. Spike was Twilight’s first friend. Twilight raised Spike ever since he hatched.

Even now that Spike finally has a dragon friend in his homeland, there’s nothing that can erase the meaningful bond these two share. Heck, Spike’s worst fear is Twilight sending him away, not needing him anymore, but as she tells him in season 3 opener, there’s absolutely no chance of that fear coming to pass.

What could be cuter?

#3. The Apple Family

You knew they’d be pretty far up here, didn’t you? After all, what could be more adorable than a family who (for whatever reason) lost two central members and had to reform even stronger?

Check out Days Gone By for some proper Apple family feels, BECAUSE WOW. I don’t know about you, but finally getting to meet their parents in the upcoming season has me hyped! It’s currently unclear whether the deaths the staff have confirmed and hinted at in the show will be retconned or not, but I can’t help it after waiting for this for so long!

It’s especially cute because we know how important family has always been to the Apple clan, even before the parents left the picture. The Apple family spans all the way across Equestria, from sea to shining sea, and all of them love each other dearly.

Tight-knit is definitely the right word, and the more times we’ve explored the relationships in this family, the more we’ve seen why they value family so much. They’re all apples to the core.

#2. The Royal Sisters/ The Royal Family

This one’s sort of a catch-all, isn’t it? In fact three of the other families on this nonsensical list can qualify as different offshoots of the royal family. Shout-out to Twilight’s B.B.B.F.F!

If it bothers you, that’s fair, but even if we’re strictly talking about Luna and Celestia, they still easily steal this spot. Their story was the original backbone behind this series, the first redemption arc, and an on-going source of guilt and pain. After a thousand years, their reunion must’ve been so special for them, and I think we’ve found that out more and more in hindsight, getting to know how deeply they love each other and the complex emotions involved in their tragedy (turned comedy, I suppose).

I think that’s part of what makes these characters so enduring. But more on that soon... (in another editorial, and hopefully in season 7 with a Celestia episode!)

For our purposes here, it’s more than enough to see these two ruling together, with their subjects, their friends, and their family around them.

#1. The Mane Family

Seriously, how could I not?

Yes, yes, you may think this is the biggest cheat of them all, but hey, way back in season 2, Applejack referred to them as honorary family. I don’t see why it shouldn’t count.

The best part of all this is that everyone can define this family differently. Want to keep it just the mane 6 and Spike? Go for it! Think characters like Discord, Starlight, Sci-Twi and/or Sunset should be included? Sure! Who’s gonna stop you?

Sometimes the most important family in your life are the people you’re related to, but as the old saying goes “the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb”---meaning, sometimes it’s the family you choose that matters most.

And I think that’s what’s so special about this show, you know? The friendships in it can be as deep and meaningful as traditional family. That’s definitely something worth celebrating.

Editorials here, just for you! Here’s the latest three, so you don’t even have to leave the comfort of your dash:

Rainbow Dash’s, Cadance’s, and Pinkie Pie’s Editorials

Year of the Pony

Only official art used, so no awesome vector artists to credit here!

Family Appreciation Day x10

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