#and the little tidbits we learn about him and his early life

[merakiui]

trein feels like such a fatherly figure to us and grim… he’s so sweet omg. 💖 (´°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥ω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

#meraki mumbles #i came to glomas to simp for rollo and became so soft and happy seeing trein being so kind to us T^T <3 #and the little tidbits we learn about him and his early life #and the line of him wanting to tell his wife about the bell tower when he’s reunited with her… STOP THIS HURTS… #trein deserves the world 🥺💕

[thevibraniumveterans]

REBELS REWATCH

S1E7 — OUT OF DARKNESS

The episode begins with Hera piloting the Phantom pursued by a TIE fighter. Inside, both Sabine and Ezra sit across from each other, but Ezra is holding onto his chair for dear life. Rightly worried, Ezra asks, “Is getting blasted out of the sky part of the plan too? Because if it is, then the plan’s going great.” Hera calmly chides him, “Ezra, you should know better.”

Once Hera shoots the TIE out of the sky, the two teenagers on board make their way to stand on either side of Hera. Ezra asks Hera about whether he can learn some piloting skills. While Hera doesn’t think he’s ready to do so yet, Sabine remains silent and amusedly shakes her head.

They happen upon a trio of TIEs, and Sabine, worried and not too pleased, points out the obvious: “Well, we’ve gotten ourselves into another fine mess.” Hera responds that sometimes this happens, but once she says that intel she’s getting isn’t too reliable, Sabine gets a little suspicious. “That’s been happening a lot lately,” she points out. “Where, may I ask, does this intel come from?” Hera’s response unbalances Sabine: “You may ask.” The teenager straightens up, thinking that an odd statement.

After a bit more of a chase, something beeps behind Hera. Ezra checks out the alarm, and notes that it’s just minor cosmetic damage, nothing anything can’t fix. Hera notices that there’s an issue with the steering, but Ezra says the warning on the screen is telling him otherwise. Hera disagrees.

Sabine, usually one to require an understanding of a mission’s full details ahead of time, is a little ticked off at not knowing what’s going on. She says, “Hey, I’m all for sticking it to the Empire, but what was in that convoy?” Hera says it’s on a “need to know basis.” Sabine’s a bit upset at this.

Regardless, the Phantom manages to lose the other two straggling TIEs, and Hera, Sabine, and Ezra are relieved, They head back to the Ghost, but the Phantom is revealed to be leaking coolant.

Once back on the Ghost, Sabine heads down the ladder to rest on the sofa in the common bay, and Ezra follows close behind. Taking advantage of Hera and Kanan’s conversation, Zeb and Ezra sneak off, but Hera assigns them tasks. She gives Zeb some heavy-duty things to do, and tells Ezra and Chopper that they are to help Zeb. Zeb scoffs, “Really? Have you met them?” Ezra, disagreeing with Zeb’s tone, smacks his arm in disapproval. Ezra’s disapproval speaks volumes, actually. He’s growing up, and learns that some things just aren’t meant to be questioned.

Sabine, feeling left out and confused at why she’s not being told what’s really going on, sulks at the table. After a while, she walks into the pilot bay of the Ghost, where Kanan and Hera are discussing the mission. Sabine stands in the doorway, arms crossed. She is not pleased: “I’d like to know why we’re relying on intel from this Fulcrum, whoever he is.”

Kanan, unfortunately for Sabine, doesn’t offer much of an answer past telling her that Hera has an important job to do that would end up benefiting the Spectres. He says, “If she trusts the contact, I trust the contact. No questions asked.” Sabine isn’t taking this lightly, considering her past. She reveals a little bit of that past, saying , “At the Imperial Academy, they didn’t want me to ask questions either. That didn’t work for me. That’s why I ended up here.” From this tidbit, we learn that Sabine must have gotten far enough along in the Academy early on that she got to an age where she started asking questions that people didn’t like answering. That’s why she feels a bit betrayed by the lack of knowledge. She does not like missing out on things.

Kanan leaves the room, and Sabine decides to take things into her own hands, and tells Hera that she would join the mission to meet Fulcrum, instructions and precautions be damned. Hera tells Sabine, “You know, you can be pretty frustrating too.” The teenager replies, “Learned from the best.”

Cut to Zeb and Ezra in the Ghost, and Ezra is in the avionics bay, trying to fix some wiring. Ezra notes, “Hera was right. Steering’s definitely out of whack. But I almost got it fixed.” The amusing thing is that Ezra is pretty good at this kind of engineering skills, considering he’s just a teenager who had been living on the streets of Lothal not all that long ago. Where he learnt his handy skills from, it’s hard to tell. Chopper plays a prank on Ezra. Understandably, the teenager gets mad. Regardless, he and Zeb tell Hera that repairs are done.

Back on the Phantom, Sabine grills Hera for information. “Is Fulcrum just another smuggler like Vizago?” (No, because Fulcrum is Ahsoka’s code name, but the Spectres won’t know that until more than several episodes later.) Unamused, she also asks Hera, “How do you find a way of answering questions without giving any answers?” Fulcrum contacts them, and Hera and Sabine make their way to the rendezvous point.

There is a cave there, inside which are fyrnocks, which will get revisited in the future.

Hera and Sabine move the designated crates to the Phantom, and while they do, they discuss the importance of secrecy. Sabine feels very left out, and gets told that she doesn’t get all the details because it’s to keep the crew safe. She’s learning the value of keeping quiet on certain matters, because sometimes that’s all that would keep people safe.

Sabine reveals a bit more of her backstory, and we learn about why trust can be dangerous if the wrong people are involved: “Hera, you know what happened when I was a cadet at the Imperial Academy on Mandalore. I trusted the Empire, followed its orders blindly, and it was a nightmare.” She looks dejected and feeling rightfully betrayed, but Sabine still needs to learn that sometimes, if you don’t know something, it’s sometimes best not to ask. She continues, “I want to believe we’re doing good, making a difference. But sometimes it seems like the harder we fight, the harder things get out here. I feel like we can’t take down the Empire on our own. That’s why I need to know this isn’t all for nothing. I need to know that I am not walking into a nightmare here.”

They are cornered in the old hangar by fyrnocks, and Hera and Sabine open fire on a few. They discover that the creatures do not like bright lights and very much prefer the dark.

Back on the Ghost, Ezra and Zeb check the diagnostics after realizing they did not complete a full checkup earlier as instructed. Kanan, meditating alone, senses that Hera and Sabine might be in danger.

At the rendezvous point, Hera and Sabine move several canisters of explosive rhydonium, hoping to use themselves as bait to lure the fyrnocks out They get the canisters into place, and it gets dark fast. The fyrnocks give chase, and Sabine and Hera open fire. Several canisters explode.

Sabine smiles and notes, “It worked. We just might survive this.” Hera asks, “Wait. You doubted your own plan?” Sabine replies, “Never.” Hera’s response of “Cause I sure did” doesn’t sit well with Sabine.

They are surrounded on all sides by Fyrnocks, not even the rhydonium explosions could take the creatures out. Hera and Sabine help each other to the top of the Phantom, and continue firing away.

In short order, the Ghost arrives, spotlights on full blast. Kanan is at the pilot’s seat, and Ezra and Zeb are by the loading ramp, ready to intercept Hera and Sabine. While Ezra is worried, his expression is unreadable. Sabine, meanwhile, is glad and relieved. However, the creatures don’t stop. They continue advancing. Kanan lowers the Ghost, landing ramp down, and Ezra and Zeb fire at the fyrnocks. Ezra manages to shoot down a few with his energy slingshot, and as the landing ramp nears Sabine and Hera, Ezra leaps off the landing ramp, a fiercely protective expression on his face: “Sabine! I got your back.” He lets loose barrage after barrage of energy shots, the determined frown never quite leaving his face. He provides cover fire as Sabine and Hera make their way to the Ghost’s landing ramp. After a few more shots, he turns around and grins: “These guys aren’t so tough.” Sabine, however, notices a huge fyrnock right behind Ezra, and shoots it in the face. The big one, however, tackles Ezra, and he stumbles backward, tripping over the Phantom’s top laser cannon. He falls backward and is attacked by the creature. Ezra tries to wrestle the fyrnock off of him, and is having difficulty doing so. Sabine focuses on getting the shot she needs, and aims right for the creature’s head. The shot finds its mark, because of course it does, but it’s far too close to Ezra for comfort. Sabine and Zeb help him back onto the landing ramp. Zeb praises Ezra for handling the situation as best he could. Hera, Zeb, Sabine, and Ezra continue firing from the ramp.

Zeb, Ezra, and Sabine make their way up the ship. While Sabine starts going up the ladder, Ezra tells her, “Thanks for saving me back there.” The sentiment is genuine, and while he does appreciate the fact that Sabine had indeed helped him, his tone - unlike before - sounds much less flirty but a little more lighthearted and playful. Sabine responds with, “Don’t read too much into it, kid.” Ezra had spoken from below but to the left of Sabine, but when she replied, she looked down to her right. Ezra frowns a bit, but Zeb taps his shoulder.

Sabine takes the gunner’s seat, and Ezra trails behind, stopping at the doorway.

A while passes, and Sabine heads to her room. Hera stops by. “Sabine, I know you have questions, questions I can’t answer right now. But know that I trust you. I just trusted you with my life down there.” Sabine, still feeling a bit sad, says, “I know. I know you do.” Hera tells her, “Good. We are making a difference, Sabine. And I promise, we won’t always be fighting this battle alone. Do you think you can trust me?” Sabine is more hopeful: “I think I can try.”

#star wars #star wars rebels #rebels rewatch #ezra bridger #sabine wren #hera syndulla #kanan jarrus #star wars chopper #sabezra #ezrabine #my thoughts

[sinkableruby]

do you think Ougi could make friends with which Monogatari characters?

oh what a wonderful ask

you came to the right person for this

spoilers (up to amarimonogatari, as well as ougimonogatari but you can skip them if you want) (none of the spoilers except the ones for ougimonogatari are specific i should mention, and even those ones are very minor. you should have read at least musubi id say)

hmm i have no ranking so i will go through them

i think they could be friends with nadeko (in fact i am writing a short fic about that that i will release eventually, probably after my next big fic). (! also some general spoilers for amari for this part !) i say this because nadekos on a path to become an oddity specialist, has met ougi a few times, and also (perhaps most importantly) gets along with yotsugi very well. i think yotsugi and nadeko's friendship is so sweet (the artist and the artist's modeling figurine...) but it makes me think that nadeko would have insight into an oddity's perspective (not to mention that she's Been an oddity) that would make her a candidate for friendship with ougi. like she could definitely handle ougi's chaoticness and i think it'd be a very fun dynamic between the two where nadeko wouldnt yield to or get pushed around by ougi. she'll always have a bit of darkness in her heart and ougi would probably appreciate that lol. not to mention ougi likes her manga and i cant articulate it but this is a crucial factor. like i think as of nademonogatari it couldnt happen, but as time goes on, like a long amount of time i think theres a possibility. itd probably always be a little shaky given their history but given all the changes i just mentioned i think it could happen eventually.

oh this is an aside, but ougi cant be friends with araragi. its not possible. its like. its like if youre already maxed out closeness with someone you cant just go redefining that relationship its already done. ougi and araragi start out with their social links maxed theyre the closest they could possibly be so they can only stay there or drift apart (which they do. which is a good thing). on that note i think they could be friends if they weren't the same person because they would actually be able to get closer and define the relationship instead of having the preset filled out which is also also something i am writing a (longer) fic about for a human/college au type thing

now with kanbaru i think it is possible even in canon. with araragi, not only would i say its bad for ougi to stay attached to him and for him to stay attached to them, but i would also say he's kind of cold and like. tries to avoid them lol. which ig makes sense for him but like ouch dude dont be such a stranger that was literally you once dont act like theyre gonna ruin your life again just cause u said hi to them damn. on the other hand kanbaru we learn in musubi does visit ougi and actually maintains the relationship (she was always more social than araragi anyway). we know what their relationship is like already its ougi torturing kanbaru and just being the funniest little fellow so theres not much to comment on here.

now theres an interesting tidbit in ougimonogatari (you can skip this part if you want but its not major) where hachikuji gets info on the current mystery from ougi, who gets lost at midnight to talk to her, and its implied that theyre close. i love the idea of this friendship between them it sounds really chill. its also implied that ougi is a night owl so i can imagine like them wandering around in the mystical late night/early morning hours and chatting with the local god. and i think they would even have a much different dynamic from araragi's dynamic with hachikuji, bc araragi only sees her when hes lost and so there's an element of hachikuji offering advice that defines their relationship, but i think this would be different in ougis relationship with hachikuji (esp considering they seem to just. get lost on purpose. which idk how that works but cool). if anything, ougi would probably help with protecting the town, pointing out things for hachikuji to watch out for, and then it would probably turn into pleasant conversation from there. i imagine hachikuji would want to check in on them as the god of the town (and as a friend, and just bc shes kind like that), and hachikuji could talk philosophy with ougi and offer her own perspective on things. in that sense it becomes a friendship where they r both trying to help each other. also since hachikuji still cant be seen by people who arent lost (i think this is confirmed in musubi), i think she'd enjoy talking to someone without feeling bad about knowing they were in some kind of bind or struggle. itd be less stressful for her i imagine. so yeah i think theyd just have a mutual help thing that would also include fun chill conversations for the both of them.

yotsugi and ougi... i think it depends a lot on how they meet, what point they meet at, and like. yotsugis mood. bc even with nadeko yotsugi sometimes says theyre not friends and sometimes says theyre besties. shes just like that so i dont think they could ever truly (or i guess, Always) be friends just bc yotsugi consistently is inconsistent. at the same time, ougi is also consistently inconsistent albeit in slightly more consistent ways, they are both kind of toxic, they both give off uncanny impressions (in the theoretical freudian/uncanny valley sense where ononoki is a corpse doll and ougi is just. clearly inhuman in some way but you cant put your finger on how exactly), and they both have the same oddity mindset of "functioning," as a tool in yotsugi's case (she says it a lot in amarimonogatari) or towards a purpose in ougi's case (she says it in owari ge and just. you can tell from how they talk that thats how theyre framing things). so itd be cool bc they have a lot in common... but also, because they both have in common a very work-oriented mindset they might not like. actually develop the friendship outside of like very coincidentally doing a job together for whatever reason (smh at these two girlbosses). i think if they did become friends theyd diss other people together LOL gossip crew. i dont think the friendship is that likely honestly theyre much much more likely to just tolerate each other but i guess you could see their similarities as more proof for why i think ougi and nadeko could be friends lol.

ougi and tsukihi!!!!! yes!!!!!!!!!!! yes yes yes yes yes yes i love it!!!! i want to see it!!!!!!! they have a nice conversation in ougi dark as well as an audio commentary together... what i like about it so much is that tsukihi is so unstoppable and good at putting people off balance that ougi cant completely evade it with their evasion techniques. even ougi can be forced to play the straight man when faced with tsukihi lol. tsukihi is a force of nature, and ougi is also fond of this about her. and tsukihi kind of respects ougi as well from what we get in ougi dark (again light novels) so they have positive regard towards each other and lots of potential for a good friendship i think. what sticks out to me is that in ougi dark i imagine ougi is probably aware before she tries to ahem do a bit of trolling on tsukihi that its not going to be successful because araragi wont see her as anything but his sister. so suddenly it feels like way more of an intimate thing there where ougi is just sorta talkin about stuff before she (presumably in her mind at least) goes to her death. like that whole scene is so cool because ougis strategy for sort-of-not-really-exterminating-tsukihi is kinda partly criticizing her but more than that relating to her (as they both have the same kind of 'false identity') and opening herself up to her a bit... and besides like. the last episode of ougi dark lol, its the biggest moment of vulnerability we see ougi in (and she is willingly putting herself in it instead of being so mysterious as always), and its something that tsukihi also sees! (and doesnt rly know what to do with, which is also kinda interesting to me because shes such a self assured person) and that feels like it could lead to smth really interesting later. and in that scene it really does feel like theyre just kinda enjoying each others company esp on the bike, its calm and quiet and relaxed. i feel like after ougi has separated from araragi some more is when they could have a really nice friendship with tsukihi. back to their dynamics, i think it would sometimes be just very lowkey like in ougi dark which seems rather uncommon for someone like tsukihi, like ougi would bring up interesting topics of discussions and they'd have little mini debates about it that would really be more like chill discussions and itd be nice. and then other times it would be like tsukihi is screaming and all and dragging ougi somewhere to do something with her lol. they have a nice understanding between them..... ah i love it sm. and not to mention they are both so good at fucking up peoples lives it'd be a bonding point b/w them tbh.

UGH SEE THIS IS THE SORT OF THING NISIOISIN SHOULD BE WRITING WHATS HE DOING??? "OUGI IS A SIDE CHARACTER" MY ASS THEYRE ONLY A SIDE CHARACTER BC YOURE MAKING THEM BE THAT WAY GIVE THEM MORE CAMEOS DAMNIT AGH BEING RELEGATED TO THE SIDE DOESNT HAVE TO BE THE END ALL BE ALL SMH SMH........ at least i can write fanfiction instead

thank you for this ask highlight of my day dropped everything to answer it

#fwends.... #oshino ougi #ougiposting #monogatari #araragi tsukihi #hachikuji mayoi #kanbaru suruga #sengoku nadeko #ononoki yotsugi #araragi koyomi

[mikazuki-juuichi]

Brush (Such terrible hatred extra).

Second drabble I wrote while on recovery. Hope you all enjoy!

* H Drabble II: Brush.

By: Yawar.

Fandom: My "Such terrible hatred", in continuity.

**

Hot, lazy spring day. Not much to do but stay in your boyfriend's king-sized bed. Both of you in your underwear, side-by-side on his lavender bedsheet, fan turned on. For Angel this is, and he said it:

"It is --perfect! I don't know why this wasn't always my idea of a perfect date!"

Max grins at him. The very large gorilla-dog is at least twice as big as the Shiba. Something about the size difference just... turns both of them on so much!

Says Max: "A perfect date or a perfect family day, right?"

"What, like if we were married?"

"Like it reminds me a bit of my dad."

Angel lays up on one elbow. "Okay, now you have my interest. Did you do this with your father? 'cause that sounds --comfy!" It also sounds like something Angel's own folks wouldn't be caught dead doing. But boy has he come to learn just how big and wide and diverse the world is!

"Sort of. We would lie in our underwear sometimes, in hot days. I guess we have this... intimacy, I'd call it? I think it started when I was in grade school. Did I ever tell you he used to get me ready for school?"

"I don't think so, no. What's so unusual about that?"

"Maybe it's not, actually! Except that in both my folks' families it was like, the father goes off to work early, the mother gets the kids ready for school. For us that was not an option. My mother is a nurse and around that time she had the early-morning shift. Left about an hour before I'd even wake up. So it was up to dad, who at the time was a truck driver on the afternoon shift. You know, in general? He is a pretty taciturn man. All around he's just not much for words."

"Yeah, I know a few people like that. But go on, you got me intrigued now --what, did you both have to bumble your way through this? Learn how to work together?"

"The opposite, actually. He turned out to be suprisingly good at it. Like, every day at 6:30 sharp he'd nudge me awake. I don't know how he did it so precisely but I was immediately up. Got into the school uniform, went to the kitchen where he had breakfast ready. Always super-simple. Scrambled eggs, or cereal, or sometimes even a grilled sandwich. Orange Juice, milk with just a bit of coffee... Sometimes a fruit. Then he'd comb my hair and you know... I don't know how he managed to always have ten minutes just for that, or how he managed to make it so..."

"...thorough?"

"Tender."

"Huh."

"I know. It's hard to describe... it isn't that he brushed my hair softly per se --it's that somehow he did it... caringly. It's like he put all the affection he couldn't say in words, he took all those words and put them into the act, you know?"

Angel thinks about this a bit. "You know... I actually think I do. Non-verbal communication. You know, stuff that's said like, in hand sign but also in physical gestures. Like we canines and our tails, or felines and mirroring... supposedly gorillas in particular do this, but I don't want to get like too specieist..."

Max lets out a hearty chuckle. "Nah, it's okay! And I think you have it right. It's just how my father is. I guess I turned out not quite like that --I love to talk! But yes... that kind of gesture. That like... sign of love that's hard to explain but you know it's true. Like I said, ideal for families or couples."

"Like this?" says Angel as he crawls on top of his boyfriend. Nipples to nipples... nose to nose... mouth to mouth. Tongue in.

"Like so..." Max whispered as the kiss slowly broke. "Only much, much better."

Not much to do on days like this... except maybe learn a little tidbit about life in general. Food for thoughts.

**

#drabble #such terrible hatred #lobbocomics #gabshiba #fanfic #kinda sorta

[eg-writtenthoughts]

'Scarred' Book Review & Thoughts

Scarred: The True Story of How I Escaped NXIVM, The Cult that Bound My Life

Sarah Edmonton (with Kristine Gasbarre); 2019

This is my first post, and what better book to start off with than Scarred by Sarah Edmonson? In 2017, Sarah was an integral part of the NXIVM whistleblowers. If you don’t recognize the name, NXIVM was a cult masquerading as a self-help company since the early 2000s. ‘Scarred’ solely focuses on Sarah’s story of being promoted through NXIVM and its Stripe Path while working on her “personal growth”. 

HBO’s ‘The Vow’ was my first real introduction to NXIVM. After bingeing the first season on my (ex)boyfriend’s couch, my interest had peeked. The directors perfectly set the stage by the end of the first episode, to make the audience, myself included, think ‘oh, it doesn’t sound that bad. I get why people tried it.’

‘Scarred’ is written to make the reader feel like Sarah is writing her story to you, a personal friend. The first chapter is when the reader is given a dose of discomfort. It tells of the day Sarah was branded under the watchful eye of her best friend, Lauren. This was filmed on Lauren’s phone and sent to Keith Raniere, the leader of NXIVM. It feels like Sarah is saying “this is the worst that happened. Here it is. Everything else you’ll read just leads up to my worst moment.” The chapter itself has the feeling you get when watching a horror movie, knowing the girl checking the empty bedroom where she heard the mysterious sounds coming from, is going to die. 

But then, as you’re about to be transported back to 2005 to start Sarah’s story, an image flashed through my mind. The moment in a movie where the crazy opening scene happens and the screen freezes on the main character’s warped face as the voice over says, “Hi there. Yep, that’s me. You’re probably wondering how I got here.”

‘Scarred’ has a cathartic feeling. As a reader, you understand that you’re reading a part of Sarah’s healing process. Some of her experiences are shared on camera in ‘The Vow’, but in ‘Scarred’, she lays it all out. You understand her thought process as to why she joined, allowed herself to spend the money/do a work exchange to learn more, and the decade of her life to be promoted up the Stripe Path (NXIVM’s company hierarchy) before opening her own education centre in Vancouver, British Columbia. 

While reading, I’d have loved more details. What sash did Nippy have when Sarah met him? Was Nancy’s home the one that every other senior leader copied? How long was David a member of NXIVM?  Did Sarah collect Air Miles? Did Sarah and Bonnie have a friendship? (Do any of these questions make sense if you haven’t read the book? No, which is why you should read it) It often felt like she gave the bare minimum of what happened in any situation. But I still read it, all 222 pages. If I didn’t make any notes while I read, it would’ve taken me two days to finish. 

The want for more information is a ‘me thing’. I always want to know more of somebody’s story if it’s out there. At the end of the day, I understand that Sarah (and her co-writer Kristine Gasbarre) could only share what’s important to her story. 

And if you’re wondering, NXIVM had its notes of wisdom. People wouldn’t have joined if it didn’t. Sarah was able to share those tidbits throughout her book. It’s how she could rationalise the strange things and behaviours she witnessed over twelve years within the company. Genuinely, they had sentences in their curriculum that could be applied to someone’s life to make them feel just a little lighter. And yes, I said sentences. Anything more, Raniere went WILD with confusing sentences. 

But of course, we know who created that curriculum. Every time I saw a sliver of sense, I thought “if it wasn’t NXIVM, this could be beneficial.”

Before I wrap up, I’d like to add that Sarah Edmonson is an absolute badass. I know she didn’t write this book to brag but holy crap, this woman has a work ethic and determination that I envy. The dedication she put into ESP (the company under the umbrella corporation NXIVM), to growing the first Canadian centre for ESP that she opened, to enrolling as many people as she could and helping them to expand their own personal growth, is admirable. I think she could run her own non-culty company any day.

But overall, this is a story Sarah could’ve kept in her drawer with her diary or in her therapist’s notebook. Her willingness to share her vulnerability with the anonymous audience is touching and admirable. In lamest terms, she’s warning everyone not to join a cult.

Do I think ‘Scarred’ is a good way to introduce people to the NXIVM story and crimes? As good as Sarah’s book is, no I don’t. I think if you want to know all of the details about NXIVM and the timeline leading up to the 2019 trial, you should watch ‘The Vow’ for that. 

Through HBO, ‘The Vow’, a docu-series was released in 2019. Sarah, her husband Anthony “Nippy” Ames, and other whistleblowers, Mark Vicente (who can be thanked for most of the in-the-moment NXIVM footage), Bonnie Piesse, and Catherine Oxobrough appear heavily in the first season. The second season focuses heavily on the trial of Keith Reniere, NXIVM’s creator and “Vanguard”. (I’d like to personally add that I cannot see the word vanguard now without being a little creeped out.)

After you watch the documentary series and pick your jaw off the ground, listen to ‘A Little Bit Culty’, Sarah’s and Nippy’s podcast (which I avidly listen to) and read ‘Scarred’. You read with Sarah’s empathy and wholesomeness in your head to know that she wasn’t your stereotypical person to fall for a cult. She was able to rationalise it and other than a few times, I don’t want to rip my hair out at just how obviously manipulative the people around her were.

My final note… ‘Coercive control’ is a term that’s becoming more familiar to the American legal system thanks to the NXIVM case. The United States Assistant Attorneys were able to show the 2019 jury that the women charged along with Raniere weren’t doing the horrible acts they committed because it’s what they wanted. They were manipulated (brainwashed, if you will), by Raniere, something he was highly talented at. Some of these women were under his influence for 20 years! Coercive control was recently mentioned in another high profile case; this time in Hollywood. Danny Masterson, of That 70s Show fame, was charged with the SA of three women. Masterson has been convicted at the time of writing this blog post.

#NXIVM #BLOG POST #TRUE CRIME #true story #sarah edmonson #book review #nonfiction #cults #tw cults

[melisusthewee]

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talk about your favourite writing bit I can't pick one but maybe one with Morris :3

Well, considering I've only published one fic (so far) with Morris, my tidbits are a bit limited lol...

But a really big thing is that when I was writing "Nothing Else Than What Is Now", Morris was actually supposed to be straight. He wasn't supposed to reciprocate Quinn's feelings, and the lesson that Quinn was supposed to learn was that it was okay that Morris didn't like him the same way he did because he still liked him well enough. This was supposed to be in direct contrast to how Quinn's former "girlfriend" had ultimately rejected his courtship because of how low he was in the birth pecking order.

This ended up not happening for two reasons.

First of all, Quinn's relationship with Lady Marcelline is something that is supposed to have always haunted his footsteps like a dark shadow. It both informed his attitude towards relationships and sex that he continued to carry into adulthood, and also was one of the roots of his deep insecurity about himself and his standing. He's not supposed to handle rejection well, so having him and Morris still be best friends is a lesson that would have altered who Quinn was too much. It was too much character development too early in his life and would have led to a complete overhaul of his entire character in Inquisition. And I very much like who he is as the Inquisitor - flaws and all! He can't be learning positive life lessons this early in his life if he's going to still be the insecure little fuckboy who spooks when he realizes he's falling in love with Cassandra.

Secondly - and probably more importantly - the more I wrote Morris, the more I realized he wasn't really reading to me as straight. Having them be best friends for such a long time is still so important to me, but they also had this undeniable amount of tension between them. You can kind of see the remnants of this towards the middle of the fic when both Quinn and Morris have a couple of conversations that seem almost uncharacteristically shy and awkward for two boys who are supposed to be more comfortable around each other than anyone else. (Compared particularly to the opening scene of the fic which was intended to showcase how casually they talked about crude things.) It was very much me struggling and waffling a little on which direction to ultimately take the fic. In the end, I think it worked out for the better as we get to see this younger Quinn who has not quite developed the confidence he has as an adult. And we get a Horatio Morris who is still coming to terms with his sexuality, and while he is open and comfortable with Quinn, he is still rather private about it with everyone else.

Ask me for director's commentary on my works!

#oc: quinn trevelyan #oc: horatio morris

[miqo-tales]

Minor Endwalker Rant

This is something I meant to post a long while ago. Since it's been a year since Endwalker released, this seems like as good a time as any.

So here's something I've just wanted to rant about.

Naturally, don't read this unless you've finished the Endwalker MSQ:

Something that has been nagging the crap out of me since 5.3 -- but also to some degree a little earlier -- is:

What the hell was our former self, Azem, doing during the Final Days and before the Sundering?

And to my GREAT disappointment, Endwalker does not address this at all. Like not even the littlest bit.

I genuinely feel Endwalker drops the ball on Azem, to the point that it now feels like little more than a justification for how 7 random people show up to help us fight Zodiark and Endsinger (and likely more future fights).

By the end of 5.3, we know rather little about Azem. We know they were our former life and a member of the Convocation. We also know that Azem rejected the Zodiark plan and gave up their seat, but also seemingly rejected the Hydaelyn plan as well. And we know they were sundered. And then?

Well, mostly nothing. We got a silly story about grapes. In 6.0 we just get little tidbits, but little else. For the most part we learn that Azem, Hythlodaeus, and Hades were friends, that Azem is pretty damn strong, and that he/she/they are enough of a weirdo that no one bats an eye at a strange familiar.

Elidibus doesn't mention it in 5.3 (nor later in 6.0), but at least with him it seems clear his memories are pretty messed up. We use the crystal to summon allies for fighting Fandaniel-Zodiark, but he makes no mention of it. Maybe the most significant thing we learn is in the early parts of the Pandaemonium story, where Themis mentions that their friend -- who is very likely Azem -- has some form of precognition.

Will it come up in the final part of Pandaemonium? I suspect Azem will come up, but I'm not expecting a revelation.

The 24 man raid? Seems unlikely, but we'll see.

It's genuinely so frustrating because it's a pretty signficant thing in 5.3, and then they don't really address it anymore. Obviously they're a little limited in what they can do with Azem because they can't show them in person. But it's just like... honestly, what the fuck? You can't make such a big deal about this person that we used to be, someone who bent over backwards to help everyone, and then they just vanish from the story during a world-wide apolcapyse.

At this point I just hope it's a bigger thing in 7.0. Maybe that future storyline will revolve around something that involves Azem. Some bigger thing that they were dealing with instead of the Final Days.

Anyway, all that aside, Endwalker was cool.

#ffxiv #6.0 #azem #tumblr editor crashed four times on me while making this #so if there are still any grammar mistakes or weird or incomplete bits #then they can stay

[kipo-lacks-thoughts]

I'm thinking about characteristics and tidbits about my OCs that nobody would otherwise know

like how Kipo has a massive shapeshifting weapon that typically takes form as a large fantasy battle axe that is black and purple but I don't know how to draw it, it's sickle variants, it's dagger variants, it's spear variant, it's scythe variant, or even its frying pan variant.

and how despite having the weapon of a god that materializes out of thin air and can turn into any weapon of choice from a select list, Kipo's weapon of choice is a walmart filet knife.

or how unless you paid attention to the comics veeeeeerrry closely you wouldn't know Connie works as the CEO of a construction company, and a detail im certain only I know about is that he is in college for a robotics engineering degree and already has a degree in civil engineering.

or how Kipo has only done 3 jobs ever, because she's perfectly happy living as she is, is stable, and isn't a legitimate troublemaker (AKA doesn't have enough reasons to get fired). Those 3 jobs are being a paperboy from 15-18, a McDonald's worker in an airport 19-22 and a milkman from 22-27.

another one is how Carl had a rather flamboyant early life before settling down and having a full ass litter of wretched wolf-cat-bird hybrid children. He's 63 and his favorite drink is Dr Thunder and he likes to dadstare out at the city from his balcony with a good magazine. He's just a fella

Rufus is a character I don't draw as much as of late, and she's quite fine with laying low. If you've seen her bef, she's the Rufouse potoo with long hair and no arms. I decided to have her with no arms as a sort of experiment, and I quite liked the result, so I kept her and put her in the main squad. She's 28 and quite likes it alone, where she stops being so unemotional and vwomp and chills out into a silly goof. little fake ass emo bird. Doesn't particularly care for conversation, but enjoys hanging out with people. Kind of a situation where Connie or Kipo may come home to find her randomly in one of their apartments watching TV or sleeping face first on the counter sitting on a barstool simply because she enjoys being near people she cares about even if they don't even look or talk to her, the comfort of being trusted to just vibe nearby.

then there's Poe. Does anyone even know about Poe. I honestly don't know if I've even put him in the comics. Poe is a hoopoe bird, and is more of a basic white midwestern man personality. He's just a dude. Literally. Nothing wrong with him, he's fine, he has the normal ups and downs, he works at a steakhouse. Just a normal dude. He's the oldest child also, at 31.

and Kisha, oh sweet Kisha. they're literally just me putting myself into the comics to justify why the 4th wall breaking every once in a while is acceptable. I'm shoving myself into my comics and telling these whores to brush their hair and nobody can stop me! also I feel it should be said that the frames where she talks to both Kipo and Connie are simultaneous. They can appear multiple places at once, so long as one person does not see multiple of them at one time. Neat huh?

then there's Trouble Trio, Micheal (I guarantee you didn't pronounce his name right in your head or aloud), Makken, and Mike. I made them as a sort of practice comic and kind of a pilot-y thingey (so I called it) for their short comic series I called Wrkr brds. They're triplets and Makken is transfem, and the logical one. Michael is the loudest of the 3 and usually brings up the most wackass conversation topics. Mike is employee of the month, usually doesn't talk unless spoken to, and generally prefers it that way. Mike's a happy normal feller and just wants to live and vibe. Makken makes the best logical questions for Connie and learns a lot from when Connie blabbers random construction nonsense. Also did I mention or wasn't it clear that the 3 are construction workers in Connie's company? They are. And they're easily his favorite ones.

Susie? We don't talk about her. She's probably moved to Japan by now.

Gayle and Giuseppe, they're complicated but you probably won't see them in the comics anywhere anytime soon. No need to dig up the custody battle now! I don't have time to rant about that story.

Archie is their uncle, a wackass funky- the fun drunk uncle who takes ya to chuck-e-cheese on a babysit and says 'don't tell your parents!'

that's all the tidbits and personality explaining I'm doing for now

[cravingteethmarks]

I don’t think I meant to. I really don’t think I did. But if I said I was surprised, that would be a blatant lie.

He was wearing a sort of lavender shirt with some snaps to button up but nothing ostentatious or fancy. Dark pants. Black boots. A silver ring with what I suspect is onyx on one hand. Don’t ask me his eye color, if he fidgets his hands, or if his boots showed a lot of wear. I could not tell you. But I can tell you he was never more than five feet away save for the drive from the park to dinner and a brief trip to the restroom. And he smiled genuinely, easily, and often. 

I absolutely have to mention that he smelled wonderful. Was it leftover shampoo or a spritz of cologne before he walked out the door, knowing he was about to walk at sunset on a 90F day in a park with a new girl, I’m not sure, but I suspect the latter. Or maybe I’m just really hoping. I’ll take it either way.

I’ve never been happier that I dressed cute for work; the wax-fruit-esque dewy complexion from wearing a mask for eight hours was not doing me any favors but he did not seem to mind. Later he would remark that “[he] had not gotten passed my big eyes [and tits].” Thank you, favorite red top from Wet Seal that I hadn’t worn in years. Perfect neckline that hinted at the mounds under but didn’t reveal the goods. Tasteful. 

As for him, his hair wasn’t freshly washed since this first meeting was spontaneous but I must confess, I’m glad it wasn’t. I like to think I was seeing him as he was on a normal day and not some façade put on to impress this internet lass. I mean, sure, a girl likes to feel as if she is worth dressing up for, but also a mask is a mask is a mask. No me gusta. I want the real deal and I think that is what he brought to share with me.

He explained any references he made that I didn’t understand, and I attempted to do the same. When you have over a decade between you, missteps are inevitable. It’s rare, though, that both sides aren’t judging the other for gaps in cultural knowledge. This Geddy-corn was never uneasy with this soulful musician who isn’t exactly a fan of the Canadian Rock Gods. Again, I’ll take it. Eagerly.

I’ve always had an issue with oversharing and generally talking too much, and Monday was no exception. What’s different is that I felt he cared. He was paying attention to me and it seemed effortless on his part. If his mind ever wandered off to other areas of his life, he hid it expertly. He made references back to topics and tidbits from early in the evening and built upon them. He asked questions. He was interested. 

Of course, he made no effort to hide that this was also a defensive tactic on his behalf; he isn’t an open book like I am and is hesitant to reveal too much. That being said, he also made the remarks that he had been opening up more than he expected to in such a way that implies he isn’t too upset about this fact. 

Still, we’re both nervous and we both know it. He has his own relationship issues and, while he’s not aware of my full situation, he knows The Big Baggage and hasn’t gone running. I’m giddy to share that, in his own words, “I’m intrigued. And did a little research.” ... “We can discuss.”

Heck, he even turned me down for a hang out tonight after a long day with some outside work and followed up with “Too nice? Should I be more assertive?” When I tell you my breath caught and I felt so appreciated. 

Please. Let’s. I’m not asking for anything defined now, or tomorrow, or next week, or next month. I’m asking for more time with you. Words. Laughs. You.

Anyways back to the reflection process.

Eggs over easy and gravy. Dairy issues beyond the evil lactose demon. It’s not a match made in heaven. I mean, he ordered beans with his tacos like a normal human being; we can’t all be perfect. But he has lived long enough to have his own preferences and learned how to survive on his own beyond sticking a chicken patty in the oven. If that means smelling eggs cooking, I will be happy to make that sacrifice. 

Walking around the park, some of the pathways repeats in the opposite direction, followed by a few drinks and dinner down the street, topped with more chatting on the curb outside the tavern. Every time the conversation lulled and one of us looked at the time, we both made the remark that we didn’t want to leave yet. One more topic. One more tangent. One more.

Monday turned into Tuesday and while I had no alarm for the morning, he had an early rise. Surprising myself, I announced that it was time for me to head back home. And that I wanted to see him again soon.

He walked me to my car which wasn’t too grand a gesture since he was parked next to me, but still. I was happy he kept so close. I had asked if I could please have a hug before we parted and he was happy to oblige.

But he didn’t step away after. He looked me in the eyes and lingered. 

I couldn’t tell you how many breaths passed before he gently leaned in - it probably wasn’t even two - but as soon as I knew his kiss was coming, I wanted nothing else in the world but for it to happen. 

I’ve kissed people. Lots of people? I guess so. The number doesn’t matter. What mattered is that I cannot remember ever hoping so hard that my returning the kiss and appreciation was clear. Lips parted for just a moment then lead to a second kiss.

Lingering.

Nothing more - no exploring hands or even leaning into each other. 

It was lips touching and breaths catching. It was a revealing by both that yes, this felt right and needed.

I’m not surprised that I can officially say I’ve moved on from previous partners.

I am surprised that it happened so seamlessly, and instantly. Seeing him walk up to me at the very start already told me. I don’t want the cliché of “at first sight,” but I cannot deny it was instantaneous. 

I’m surprised he kissed me. I’m surprised he was clearly enjoying his time with me when he showed all signs of being someone who hides his inner dialogues. 

I have a lot to think of now as I really should take steps to solidify my independence legally and financially but I should not be in a hurry. I’ve been making too many decisions in the last two years hastily and without really thinking about consequences.

But I want to also allow myself to enjoy this. 

It’s okay to enjoy this slowly and savor every detail.

[abbynx]

How to have a relationship with Panacotta Fugo

Genre: Headcanons

Warning: Language, mentions of trauma, emotional outbursts

A/N: I love him, your honour. Also listen to "Break your heart" by Taoi Cruz

- So falling in love... It takes quite a lot for him to even develop some sort of connection with you, seeing as how he continually disprove and chastise Giorno for making the smallest of mistakes in part 5, I don't see why he wouldn't do that to others as well.

- So early stages of relationships involved him being dismissive of you and being indifferent, but that's just him being him. He doesn't like you, nor does be dislike you— his treatment remain the same. We will not hesitate to put a fork in your flesh while yelling myriads of Italian profanities at you... Sooo yikes 😬

- BUT DON'T GET ME WRONG! He can be somewhat nice if things aren't busy around the mafioso gig, ya know? He can be calm and patient and have more grasp of his patience, he can be chatty about the recent things he has learned and discuss it thoroughly. It is a sporadic side of him that's always a sight to see because he isn't clenching his jaw nor clutching a fist.

- I think it's the pure-hearted and dedicated that makes him fall. Those who persevere through hardships and coming up with unconventional solutions that oddly work in their favour and just enduring challenges life throws at them. Those who refused to be reduced into adjectives uttered by those who doubted them, in fact it only makes them do better and in spite, prove them wrong. I mean... That's how Fugo finally warmed up to Giorno.

- So... In terms of starting to pursue him romantically requires a lot of preparations. Such as getting close to him (not necessarily physically, he doesn't really fare well to it yet just sayin').

- Befriending him is tricky because ya know, he has a general distrust towards people due of the encounters he had in the past. Hence, what you're going to do is to just let it happen, let it naturally develop. Slow process, baby steps, testing the waters and all that.

- Remember when I said there's a sporadic side of him that adores talking about academics? Don't waste your opportunities, go talk to him about it. It doesn't matter about how little you know about astrophysics, quantum physics, Hunchback of Notre Dam or any of the math science literature history art shit he is into, making it known that you're interested in talking to him and listening to him will make him like you. This will make him want to talk to you more and then suddenly the next thing you know, he no longer side-eyes you chastisingly... Too much.

- Then the conversations will start to drift into more than the academics, but your personal experiences; He'd be sharing moments that happened whilst he hung out with his friends, how stupid Narancia is with the math no matter how many times Fugo stresses the answers, how he warmed up to the newbie Giorno, how Mista was on and on about the number four, how he looks up to Bruno etc etc... He shares them to laugh with you, perhaps express his frustrations and to be frank, he's never felt better to vocalize it to someone who would listen and chime in to ask some clarification. That way, he can also analyse and think about he has done, reflect and just see it in other's point of view.

- The more he gets closer with you, the more he trusts you and soon, the personal experiences evolves to his personal life, where you get some tidbits from his childhood. He'd drop some small info about his past, how he brought up the amount of pressure he had in the family, how young he was, how strong his urges to get his hands on a potentially fatal weapon to dispose of his parents whenever he'd see them... He's been through hell and back, dragged by the hair by life and it's nice to tell someone about that he had to go through.

- So with this bond formed, whenever he needed to cool off after smashing his fist on the wall, he'd find you and you'd be there softly tending to his bleeding hands and listening as he rants away. He really didn't need to be angry to be going to you, he genuinely enjoys your company and doesn't mind spending a whole day with you, just hanging out and whatnot... He realised how he liked your presence so much, he'd get a wee bit antsy if you're not around, finding himself quite a bit irritable because of it.

"Hi Panacotta!"

"Oh! Y/N! Come sit with us! I have a new riddle for you!"

Both Mista and Narancia can only stare in disbelief at how brief the extent of rage Fugo has suddenly evaporating at the sight of you. Then they smiled, having been caught up with the tension between you two.

- But then a revelation came to him... How joyful he is whenever he'd see you and how he'd instantly light up no matter what he's been feeling... How you can get away from his constant scrutiny and how you always receive praises from him... He believed it was a natural thing between close bonds, but he knows how close bonds are thanks to his friends and this feeling with you is certainly different...

"Oh... OH—!"

- Congrats! You made the Panacotta Fugo madly in love with you! A round of applause for Y/N L/N for being a powerful being 🥳🎉🎊

- You'd think this is the end of it but no we're just warming up *cracks fingers*

- He's going to deny it to himself that he was feeling this way, even chastising himself for feeling such a thing. He thinks that him falling in love with you will only bestow you a curse. What if he accidentally unleashes his anger out on you? What if he loses control and hurts you?

"I'm worthless. They deserve someome who treats them like a deity, not a therapist."

- By some miracle, he wasn't catching onto your body language and figuring out that you're in love with him too. So let's say you confessed.

So there you were, spilling your heart out for him, shed a few tears or two, with nothing to lose. He short-circuits. This revelation uncovered feelings about you made him over think about a lot of things. Sure, you feel the same way as he does but...

"I'm sorry Y/N but... I can't accept your feelings."

- Your close bond became nonexistent the moment your feelings were made known to him. He distanced himself in hopes of losing you and resulting you to find someone else better. All that bonding, all that depth, all that trust, all that friendship, disappearing in a mere flash. All of the sudden, you were a stranger again.

- If you made any attempts to approach him, he would be quick to make an escape. If you chose to leave him one, prolong the amount of doubts you have for your relationship and question yourself if you'd done something bad to warrant this behaviour of his will only give him a temporary 'relief' of sorts. Sure it hurts to see you hurting, because of him no less. But in his eyes, he sees this as a better alternative to whatever bullshit he'll give you because of his stupid feelings.

- But if you decided to confront him, or more like corner him, perhaps figuratively and literally, I think he'd snap at you. On full volume, pitch on peak of cracking and breaking, tone angry, words damaging.

- He'd say hurtful things about himself and how he's not worth your time, that you should just leave him alone and such... And in his deep state of neck-deep emotions the tears cascading from his eyes didn't register to him until he realised he need to breathe.

- What remains of the fiery rage that built up within him is in a pile of ashes, then suddenly there goes the emotional downpour.

"I-I'm sorry Y/N I—" God he felt pathetic crying in front of you. And he was at fault, why was he the one crying? Why was he on his knees? "Please... Forgive me..."

- Then you'd be there, keeping your distance out of respect for his lack of desire for physical touch, but you were there to offer him a handkerchief. And as he is in the floor bawling, you were there, calmly rebutting the things he said about himself.

- I think he has too much emotional, psychological things to work through before having a relationship. Such as overcoming his extreme self-loathing, work on his anger issues, get over his past and such.

He loves you, he really does. But he doesn't think he's ready for a relationship. It's the lack of self-esteem that was stopping him, why he avoided you and he was very apologetic about it. He has emotional intelligence to be aware that he is not ready for this sorts of commitment

- So you were there, at a distance but still there comforting him, when he suddenly pulls you, his face against your torso and his tears on your clothes, as he profusely apologizes.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to avoid you like that... Please know I'm avoiding you for your own good, but as it turns out I'm just afraid... Afraid of what I might do to you..."

"Like hurting me?" He nods, his face still against you. He flinches at the slightest when your hand lands on his shoulders, but doesn't move an inch. Your fingers finds its ways in his nape, playing with his hair. "Oh Panacotta... I know you won't hurt me. In fact, I feel safe with you."

- There's no relationship happening between the two of you, at least not yet. Fugo promised that once he's ready, he'll be with you. You wouldn't mind, won't you? You'd be by his side, supporting him in every step.

- It takes long, he gets the thought about him being too slow, only for you to reassure him that you're patient and that he should take his time. He feels nothing but comfort and security in your presence and he works through his issues and learns how to control himself.

- The issue-sorting was quite lengthy, but in the end it was all worth it when he was finally ready. So there really is a happy ending for our boy right here.

#x reader #jjba part 5 #fluff #jjba golden wind #panacotta fugo #fugo x reader #panacotta fugo x reader #angsty

[britishboystm]

Yoga Antics | Fred Weasley 18+

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: smut 18+ (minors dni!), unprotected vaginal penetration, male masturbation, kissing, swearing, fluff

WC: 2.9k

Summary: Y/N gets into yoga. Now Fred wants to get into Y/N...

A/N: A little something something while y’all wait for the next chapter of TDWM. Enjoy ya horny bastard!

•••

Stress management was something that you had grown to value a great deal in your free time. Even more so when you wound up marrying a Weasley twin.

It wasn’t that you didn’t absolutely adore your husband. You loved him with every fibre of your being. It was true however that sometimes you just needed a moment to yourself to unwind and recuperate, especially when living with such a hectic personality like Fred.

On the hunt for new tactics to tend to your mental health, you came across yoga, a muggle activity that Hermione had been raving about once her and Ron came back from her hometown during the Christmas break. She had said that her mom got her into it and how it made her stress levels drop drastically.

Admitly, you were skeptical at first. The idea of twisting and contorting your limbs to relax your racing mind seemed ridiculous. A simple spell should have been able to do the trick just fine, but alas one did not exist for such a thing, so you were left with not much to work with.

Hoping to persuade you, Hermione handed you a book from across the kitchen table while Ron and the twins laughed about some absolute nonsense in the living room of your home.

“Trust me Y/N. I’m usually a cynic myself about these things, but when I tell you yoga changed my life,”

She quickly glanced over at the boys to make sure their attention was averted elsewhere before leaning in so only you could hear.

“You would not believe the sex I’ve been having. Ever since I started doing yoga, I’ve been able to do things with my body that I could never imagine even in my wildest dreams.” Your eyes expanded instantly upon hearing her saucy confession. It was very unlike Hermione Granger to be so flippant about something as personal as what her and her husband did behind closed doors.

“Hermione!” You squeaked out as you shot your hands up to your flushed cheeks, embarrassed at the thought of your brother in law and best friend/sister in law in any kind of compromising situation. The image was now ingrained into your brain, an image you could easily do without no less.

Hermione lightly giggled but quickly covered it up with a cough when she noticed Ron and the twins look over at the two of you with interest.

“Everything alright ‘mione?” Ron asked, clearly oblivious to the raunchy conversation taking place between the whispering women.

“Nothing, go back to whatever you were doing.” She spoke, pursing her lips to hide a smirk. He gave her a look that read what are you up to over there? but quickly dropped it when he turned back around to continue the conversation he was having with his older brothers.

“I’m serious though, it has been an absolute godsend. I��m sure you and Fred can both get something out of it.” Your cheeks grew an even deeper red at the thought of what all of that might entail.

“Thank you for the advice Hermione. I’ll keep it in mind.” Maybe you would give the book a quick look through, if you were able to find any time during your insanely busy schedule.

“Love, time to head out?” Ron spoke as he stood up from the couch and brought over his finished cup of tea to the sink for washing later.

“Yes, we best be going. Remember what I said Y/N.” She nudged the book further towards you and got up to pull you in for a warm embrace.

“I’ll see you soon.” You spoke, giving her a warm friendly rub on the back before she went over to the door to get her ballet flats on.

“Y/N, always a pleasure.” Ron came over with a dopey smile, opening his arms to give you a big bear hug.

“Bye Ron.” He then headed over to Hermione, giving her his arm to hold on to as she struggled to get on one of her shoes.

“Only thing I’m good for, it seems.” Everyone laughed as Hermione rolled her eyes and smacked him the chest playfully.

“Oh shut it Ronald,” She jeers before opening the door.

“Bye!” The couple speak in unison as they head out the door, Fred closing it behind them.

“Well, I best be off too. I think I’ve left poor Angelina with the kids long enough.” George let out a sigh, bracing himself for what he knew he would be coming home to.

“Good luck with that mate.” Fred chuckles as he pats his brother on the shoulder.

“Bye love,” George speaks as he comes in for the usual kiss on each cheek with you.

“Bye George. Tell Angie we say hi.”

“Will do.” And then he makes his way out the door, Fred once again closing it behind him. He then turns around and looks down at you, a sly smirk dancing along his lips.

“Alone at last.” He groans before picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

“Gah! You big idiot, if you drop me I swear to Godric!” You screech out. Fred let’s out a laugh before abruptly bending his knees, pretending to lose his grip on you. Your hand comes in contact with his back with a loud smack.

“I’m serious Fred, don’t do it!” He chuckles again before plopping you down on one of the couches in the living room. He shifts about so he was now straddling your waist. His hair, which he had been growing out, covered his face slightly. You brought your hand up to caress his light stubble ridden cheek.

He sighs out in contentment and flutters his eyes shut, leaning into your touch and kissing the knuckle of your thumb.

“Hi.” You say sweetly with bright sparkling eyes as you begin to twirl his fiery red locks between your delicate fingers.

“Hi.” His soft voice makes your stomach flutter. To this day you still experienced the same excitement you would get when you first started dating Fred back in school.

“Can we have sex?” He asks out of the blue.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his request. Ever since you tied the knot, the mystery and suspense your sex life once had began to simmer. Being upfront about both of your wants and needs became a part of the beauty of your marriage. No secrets were kept and no childish games were played. If one of you wanted it, all you had to do was ask.

“Only if you carry me, ‘m tired.” You spoke, going back to playing with his hair.

“Works for me.” His face lit up as he lifts you up off of the couch and carries you bridal style up to your shared bedroom.

You had to admit, Hermione was right.

The morning after that visit, you began to read tidbits of the book she gave you.

Not wanting to answer a billion questions, you kept the material out of your husband's sight. You knew he would become super curious and make you explain everything to him, and having just begun learning yourself, you decided it was best to keep it hidden away. Again, this concept was feorgein to the wizarding world so you couldn’t blame him.

It really did work out perfectly. Once you felt that you had gotten the hang of it, every morning after Fred left for the shop, you would set up in the living room and practice your yoga.

It honestly felt awful at first. Your body was so tight and tense that you had almost given up completely after your first time doing it.

But not wanting to throw in the towel so early, you kept it up until you began noticing a slight change in your body. Little things like being able to touch your toes or go into a deep lunge were gratifying and it almost became a bit of a drug to you. Not to mention it helped you sleep like a baby.

Fred was also starting to notice a difference. Knowing you were tight all over, sex usually consisted of fairly mild positions that didn’t put to much of a strain on your body. But that one random night in which you were suddenly able to bring your legs up to wrap around his neck as he pounded into you set off alarms in his head.

You had done something and he was going to get to the bottom of it.

That was a while ago.

Since then, you had fully converted to a life of zen, and yoga was your remedy to all of the worries that plagued your mind. Mornings were becoming easier and easier to face as Fred would shut the door behind him and you would pull out your yoga blocks and mat.

And this morning began like any other. The sun seeped through your white translucent curtains which made Fred groan in irritation. He hated getting up in the morning.

He turned over to face you and slowly opened his eyes, watching you shift about and slowly begin to wake up yourself.

“What time is it?” You spoke, nuzzling your face into his bare chest.

“7:15.” He was able to croak out in his scruffy morning voice.

“Off to work then?” You asked, finally looking up at him with this innocent and soft look that never failed to make him turn into a puddle of emotions.

“Off to work indeed.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair, flopping on to his back to allow himself to wake up more.

“You're going to be late if you don’t get a move on.” He smiled at this before deciding to scoop you up into his arms so you were now laying on your stomach on top of him.

“George can manage for a bit can’t he?” He asked as he moved your crazy morning hair out of your eyes so he could get a better look at you. Your chin rested against his sternum as you rolled your eyes.

“Remember last time you tried to pull that stunt? He threatened to hex you.” Fred winced at the memory.

“Better not then huh?” He grimaces slightly, already knowing the answer to his question.

“Well unless you are willing to have your hair be green for the next year, then yeah I wouldn’t. Now stop stalling and get your arse up!” You say, pinching his hip which makes him arch up slightly underneath your touch.

“If you do that again I may never get out of bed.” His smirk would usually get to you but no one could ever get between you and your yoga sessions. Even Fred Gideon Weasley.

“Nice try Casanova, that isn’t going to work this time,” You lifted the sheets off of both of you and got out of bed to take a shower.

Later that morning, Fred ran over to you, pressing a kiss to your temple before grabbing a orange from the fruit bowl and rushing out the door for work.

You smiled knowingly, waiting for at least a minute before jumping up from your spot on the couch and ran back into your bedroom. Never in your life had you been so excited to wear spandex.

Once your setup was organized, you quickly got into child’s pose, hoping to give your begging joints and muscles a gentle wake up. It felt so good that the groan you emitted covered up the sound of the front door opening and closing.

Fred was back.

He had come from downstairs, having forgotten important paperwork he had to fill out for some possible investors. But the heavy package of documents seemed to have slipped his mind for a second time when he came across your arse stretched out in the bent over position.

His trousers tightened almost instantly and his finger had to come up and tug at his shirt collar that had suddenly become too tight.

Unaware of his presence, you continued your late morning with no care in the world. Feeling satisfied, your body moved up into a downward dog. Your lower legs and ankles gasped out in gratitude as you slowly leaned deeper and deeper into the upside pose.

That’s when you saw him.

Between your legs, you were able to notice a pair of brown dress shoes, one tapping away impatiently. Your eyes went wide and your throat let out a squeak, making you collapse to the floor and quickly turn to look up at your amused and very turned on husband.

“So this is what you’ve been doing when I’m away?” Your cheeks were all flushed, partly from the blood rushing to your face when you were upside down and partly due to Fred looming over you in a dominating stance.

“Fred I-.” You quickly tried to cover your tracks. Explain that it was a stupid thing Hermione told you about and that it didn’t matter.

“Hush love, I’m not mad.” He said through a relaxed chuckle.

“You’re not?”

“How could I? You are so fucking fit babes.” Your cheeks burned stronger and your eyes flitted down to the mat beneath you.

“Hey dove, no need to be shy. I liked what you were doing there. What was it anyway?” He was now crouched in front of you, lightly tracing his thumb against your cheek.

“Yoga, supposed to make you feel less stressed and more flexible.” You could see the gears turning in his head.

“Oh so I have yoga to thank for the amazing shagging we have been having recently then?” His comment made you giggle, making him swoon in return.

“Show me more. I want to watch.” God he knew how to make your stomach twirl. His face was no longer soft, but rather dark and naughty. The lust that was connecting the two of you caused your leggings to dampen. You shifted, now feeling slightly uncomfortable with sitting in your own wetness.

“What, you feeling uncomfy? Here I’ll help.” Before you could respond, he laid you on your back and dragged you towards him along the mat, his hands gripping the back of your thighs.

“Shall I take these off then?” He asked, an eyebrow raised in question. He was playing a game and he knew he had already won.

“Yes please.” Your voice was breathy and soft. He aggressively grabbed the waistband of your legging and tugged them down your legs.

Once they were in a wet mess somewhere in a corner of the living room, he bent down between your legs to pull you in for a kiss. Your hands went up to his hair and your legs wrapped around his torso, slightly grinding up into him.

His lips detached from yours and he looked down to notice your desperate actions.

“Awe love, you all worked up now?” He was obviously teasing you. Hell if anything, he was more bothered then you were, but he was always better at keeping his emotions below the surface.

“Want you to show me what you were doing again. This time in your undies babes.” You nodded urgently and turned yourself around, going into a cow position.

His heavy breathing and warm palms on your arse cheeks made his presence very much known.

You pushed back slightly, hoping he would get the hint.

“Patient, I’ll deal with you in a minute. Want to see more first.” Gaining some power, you got up and pushed him back, indicating for him to move onto the couch, giving him a front row seat to what would become his favourite show.

You pulled out every suggestive pose in the book. At one point, when you were able to look over at his reaction, his tie had come undone along with some buttons and his hand was fisted around his cock.

He looked heavenly sitting there, one arm draped along the top of the couch and his head thrown back in pure pleasure. He should have been back to work by now but neither one of you cared.

“Fuck, keep it up love.” You wanted his finish, not his hand so you stopped your performance and crawled over to him, kneeling between his spread open legs.

Without speaking a single word, your mouth opened wide, your tounge stretched out in a plea for his cum.

“You want me down your throat darling?” You nodded, eyes shut in patience. His groans increased and your palms began to sweat as anticipation grew all through your body.

But nothing came.

One of your eyes opened in confusion only for you to be met with him coming off of the couch and pushing you back into the mat once more. He stretched your legs open wide and moved your thong to the side. There was no time to adjust as his length rammed into you. Instantly gripping his biceps you let out a cry of submission and pleasure.

“Feel so nice and warm. Want you nice and wide for me when I finish yeah? Are you going to finish with me little dove?” You could only let out a wail of acceptance as you sobbed.

His drilling quickened and quickened until you both finally were able to come as one, something you had yet to achieve in your relationship. He let out a surprised laugh at the accomplishment before collapsing on top of you in exhaustion.

“Thank Merlin for yoga.” He spoke through heavy breaths.

#fanfiction #fanfic #fred weasley #smut #fred weasley x y/n #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley smut #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley imagines #fred weasley fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fandom #harry potter #harry potter smut

[flightfoot]

I was just thinking about the early part of “Lies”. It was a little weird, wasn’t it? There’s been commentary about how little focus Lies, the akuma, actually got - Kagami was only akumatized for about five minutes in total. 

It seems to be be because of how much else was packed into the episode, how much stuff was going on.

The first minute and half, we checked in on Marinette. Not unusual, even for Adrien-centered episodes - Gorizilla did something similar. I think they want to make sure we remember that Marinette is the main character, though it’s also a nice way of giving the viewer some background on what’s been going on with Adrien as well, seeing how the rest of the world, as well as Marinette in particular, perceive Adrien and his life. 

But then we come to the next sequence of events, which seems a little more out of place.

See, the rest of the episode I can firmly place why it’s there - from the scene in the art room giving us some more tidbits on Kagami’s interests, giving us some time to see Adrien and Kagami together before things go awry. 

To the dating attempts and Adrien’s inevitable ditching, including seeing parts of “Truth” from Adrien’s perspective.

The confrontation scene about the ditching.

Kagami’s akumatization when Adrien’s caught in a lie and won’t tell her the truth.

The fight with Lies.

Adrien and Kagami officially breaking up.

And then the Ladynoir scene at the end, with Ladybug and Chat Noir talking about what they’d learned; that they had to lie, even to the people they cared about, but that even if they’d lost some people’s trust, they could at least trust each other.

Most of this parallels Truth, and fits neatly into the Adrigami relationship speedrun that the episode seems to be going for.

Except for that second section, the one with Chat Noir on patrol. 

It shows us that patrol Ladybug missed. Considering that the show’s displaying Adrien’s side of a lot of events in “Truth” that’s not a shocker.

But all that’s really needed for that is this first bit, showing Chat Noir laying around, waiting for Ladybug to show up for patrol, and eventually just going it alone.

The rest of it was both unnecessary and weirdly out of step with the rest of the episode.

First we’ve got the kids waving Chat Noir over, with Chat seeming to think that they’re in trouble.

Nope! They just wanted a selfie, wanted to take a pic with him because he was famous. They didn’t even talk with him afterwards, immediately running off, making it seem like it was less because they just really wanted to meet him, and more an opportunity to use him as a way to increase their own reputations, to show off - basically objectifying Chat Noir, similar to the way Adrien’s sometimes objectified as a civilian.

Next we have Chat Noir talking to Mr. Banana and Mr. Ramier, clearly bored and wanting company, and hoping to get to put his superhero skills to the use - as well as get to see Ladybug again for sure.

But Mr. Ramier says he feels fine, prompting Chat Noir to slink off, disappointed at the thought that he wouldn’t get to see Ladybug again just yet, and that he hadn’t heard from her.

And the milk scene, which was memed almost immediately. 

This scene was particularly weird, with Chat Noir remarking how calm things had been lately - a message that’s undermined throughout the rest of the episode. 

Until, bored and missing Ladybug, he wanders past Kagami sparring with her mother, leading him to promptly end the patrol and head back to the manor, detransforming.

He looks at his phone background of Kagami, then at his picture with Kagami and the rest of the fencing team, with Plagg implying that he should try hanging out with her instead.

Leading to showing Kagami and Adrien’s relationship, and the rest of the episode and focus around it.

But that whole patrol sequence was weird, since it didn’t further the Adrigami breakup plot much, and in fact implied that there weren’t enough akumas for Chat’s taste if anything, rather than being so many that it was gonna cause a severe strain on his personal life.

I suspect that the patrol sequence was meant to set up something else, beyond just showing us that Chat Noir’s bummed without Ladybug. It seems like he’s trying to figure out what to do with himself when he has free time, what he’s supposed to do, what he should be when he’s able to choose and when he can’t just go superheroing (doing the duties of a superhero I mean). 

In Marinette’s case the tension between her civilian and superhero lives seems to do with how busy and overwhelmed she is, and juggling all her commitments and responsibilities and somehow making it work.

Adrien has some of those problems to an extent - it’s ultimately what ended up screwing over his relationship with Kagami - but it doesn’t seem like as big a source of tension for him, and with this whole patrol sequence, I think the show’s pointing towards a different sort of civilian-superhero balancing act for Adrien  trying to figure out who he is, what he’s like, and what he wants to do.

He initially started the episode taking a break from his civilian life, wanting to go out and be a superhero instead. But when that proved boring and lonely, he went back to his civilian life and sought fulfillment there, with Kagami.

And of course, even once we got to the part with Adrien and Kagami properly, we still had Adrien struggling with figuring out who he was and what he wanted, shone especially well with the posing scene, with him talking about how clowning around as Chat Noir was himself, and Kagami denying that both the generic model and Chat Noir personas were really himself at his core, something that threw him for a loop.

I suspect that this won’t be the only time this comes up this season, and that like Marinette bending under the strain of being both Ladybug and Guardian, Adrien trying to reconcile this duality and more generally figure out what to do with himself will be a recurring theme throughout the season.

#ml analysis #miraculous ladybug #ml lies #ml truth #ml spoilers #adrien agreste #lies #truth

[poguestvff]

LIKE A BIG SISTER SHOULD — WHEEZIE CAMERON

in which wheezie cameron finds that blood doesn’t make you family, love and affection does.

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warning(s): food, she/her pronouns, ward slander, a little sarah slander but that’d include reading between the lines. why’d this make me want to make a series of reader and Wheezie being best friends.

There's always been a heavy feeling of loneliness that rested upon the youngest cameron's shoulders, weighing her down as it seemed to pile over the years. Her siblings were always older, an age gap between them that even if it was shortened by a few years, their worlds would still be two different things. All three of them were in three different stages of life yet somehow it felt like Wheezie wasn't even there at times.

Throughout the entirety of her schooling career so far, everything had somehow been about Rafe and Sarah. Sarah was the perfect one; the paragon who could do no wrong. Even if Sarah tried to disobey, it'd be turned around to be made out as a minute mistake. She'd probably be able to get away with it a second time if she did it a different way. Maybe the same way.

Rafe was quite the opposite. The bastard child who needed a plentiful amount of attention in hopes he can be more like the paragon. With all this attention, his head only grew. It never gave him the space for growth. It minimized the space to stay exactly where he was for years on end.

This left Wheezie to be the ostracized sibling. She wasn't a social butterfly or a poster child like Sarah and she definitely wasn't a loner or the 'damaged goods' child like Rafe. She was just... average. With average grades and an average personality. Just average old Wheezie. She told herself this consistently, watching her father balance his attention between making sure Rafe stayed between the lines he'd drawn for him in a radius such as a dart board and allowing Sarah step out of them, even erasing some of the lines so she could walk on by them without a second thought.

But Wheezie was stuck in that tiny little circle in the middle, the bullseye as if scared to move out of those lines. The one place that was the hardest to pinpoint specifically by her father. But there was one thing Ward Cameron always said correct about his younger daughter. That he wouldn't be able to pin point his little dart of control into the middle of the board because she was misunderstood and misunderstood she was.

Though one person had been able to pick up on every single one of Wheezie's emotions.

Y/n Y/L/N was a pogue who had done tutoring on the side for a little extra money and when John B had recommended Y/n for help with Wheezie's homework, Ward was quick to say okay. He hardly even asked a thing about Y/n, just telling her to help Wheezie pass eighth grade and that was all. It was made very apparent to Y/n that was Wheezie was not as much of a priority to Ward as other things were.

Their first tutoring session, Wheezie was awfully dismissive. She didn't care for any of Y/n's efforts as they sat within the comfort of Wheezie's bedroom. She just wanted the entire hour to be over with the second she'd entered her room but Y/n was insistent, knowing that by the end of the school year she would have something instilled in Wheezie's brain. She just didn't know what that something was yet.

The second time they met, Y/n was more passive aggressive in hopes of breaking down the brick walls Wheezie had stored between her and everyone else in hopes of not disappointing them like the way she thought she'd disappointed her father. Y/n sat her down in her desk chair, swiveling her chair to her as she rested her hands on the younger girls shoulders. "You are going to have a really awkward couple of weeks if you and i don't become friends so no work today. We're playing 20 questions."

That night, Y/n learned a lot about Wheezie Cameron that she never thought she'd learned. Wheezie hated the color purple, she just painted her room that color because Sarah liked that color. Wheezie loved to paint and to draw, it was her favorite activity, she just rarely showed it bevause she hadn't believed in herself. Though, when she showed Y/n the canvas' that were shoved at the back of the closet, Y/n marveled at them. But Y/n's favorite fact, and the same one that almost made her hug Wheezie on the spot, was that she was never taught to swim and Y/n made her a promise that she would teach her.

As the weeks went by, Wheezie waiting anticipatingly for Y/n's beaten down, green ford bronco to pull up on the driveway and she'd leave the house with a giant smile on her face. It’d be early in the morning, a little less than an hour until school started, just like how Wheezie liked. She'd jump in the driver seat, embracing the smell of vanilla from the scented item hanging from the rear view mirror. She’d toss her bag to the back as Y/n would ruffle her hair, just like she had every morning. "And beloved was set in... late 1856!" Wheezie answered excitedly as Y/n drove down the final street towards her school after the two had gotten breakfast together.

"Perfect! You're gonna do so good on your test, Wheeze, I promise." Y/n told her ecstatically as she pulled into a parking space. Just before Wheezie could get out, Y/n held her upper arm just to gain her attention before she got out. "Tell Rose she doesn't have to get you after school. I'll leave school early and you and I are having a girls day. No studying, just me, you and a shit ton of sweets."

Wheezie smiled, she could feel the muscles in her jaw begin to hurt from how wide she had. She tilted her head to the side out of curiosity, eyeing the look of excitement on Y/n's face. "But why?"

Y/n shrugged, adjusting in her seat and fixing her rear view mirror. "Cause, you deserve it. I'm so proud of you, Little W." She told her, looking back towards the girl and seeing her smile slightly drop. "You okay?"

Wheezie couldn't remember a time where she was genuinely told that. Yeah, sure, Ward said it a few times but it'd be in a lousy tone before he'd wave her off, saying he was busy with whatever office work he had to attend to. Sarah may have said it a few times but it was rushed before she'd run after her friends with a quick goodbye to Wheeze, leaving her alone in the sand. It was never sincere. Not in the way Y/n had said it.

She rubbed her hands against her jean clad thighs with a sharp breath before nodding. “Yeah. I've just never really been told that before. Like—Like genuinely." She said, lowly, in hopes Y/n would understand and wouldn't push it.

Y/n had known Wheezie long enough to know her tells and avoiding eye contact was one of the biggest ones. So she didn't indulge further in the conversation, brushing it under the rug but knowing she'd have to go diving back in for that little tidbit later on. Instead she wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a tight hug from over the console. "I'll tell you i'm proud of you everyday if i have to." Y/n muttered before kissing the top of her head. "Now go, if you're late to first period, your dad will kill me." And Wheezie was able to leave the car with a smile on her face, already looking forward to the day planned later on.

Y/n was overall consistent, it was one thing Wheezie enjoyed knowing that when she made promises she tried to keep them as best as she could. Sometimes things slipped her mind but Wheezie could recognize that Y/n didn't forget a thing when it came to Wheezie. Like she made sure to engrave bits and pieces of her into her mind like a data chart. But it showed she cared and that was enough for Wheezie.

Y/n cared enough that when she entered her car after school, the smell of her favorite cinnabon's filled the car that made her look in the backseat, seeing a picnic basket. There wasn't a chance, right? You could only get them on the mainland. She turned her body swiftly towards the elder girl who sat with a smirk on her face. "You didn't?"

"I did. Second I left fourth period, got on a ferry just for you to have those overly sweet treats." Y/n said, tapping her nose with a 'boop'! "And I almost got stuck on the mainland because of it so you better enjoy the hell out of them."

"I will, I promise." Wheezie said dramatically as Y/n smiled, pulling out of the parking space to head down to the beach. Wheezie had said she didn't have a bathing suit, not prepared for the outing, though Y/n already said she had ransacked her room for clothes for after. Y/n was the only person allowed in Wheezie Cameron's room without Wheezie being there and the elder girl took pride in it.

As Y/n set up their small area for the few hours, she noticed Wheezie standing just where the water and the sand met. She kicked around the water with clear disinterest causing Y/n to huff, hands on her hips, before tossing off her hoodie to get in. The splash she'd made by pushing herself into the water made Wheezie jump, a laugh falling from the two's lips. "Come on." Y/n said, standing and holding her hands out to Wheezie.

"Y/n/n, I can't swim."

"Y/n/n I can't swim, well, obvi, i know that, little W. But, you have your amazing best friend to keep you afloat. I won't let you go, i swear." Y/n said, holding up her pinky.

"Swear?"

"On my life." She reassured with a trusting smile before Wheezie walked further in. When the water had gotten to her above her waist, it'd freaked her out a bit though Y/n talked her through it, coaxing her further in slowly. Wheezie was kept above the water as Y/n held her hands as the buoyancy was used to their advantage. "See, not as bad as you thought?"

Wheezie shook her head though still nervous. "Not as bad, not my thing though."

"Why don't we try actually swimming? I won't force you if you don't want to and we can get back to shore right now but maybe just try?" She asked as Wheezie had to think about it for a moment. She almost felt guilty, remembing just a few months ago when Sarah had asked her if she could teach her but she refused. Though maybe, just maybe, it was because of Y/n being a bit more trust worthy that Wheezie said yes this time.

It took a while, Wheezie was frightened by letting go even as Y/n would say she was okay. Wheezie would tighten her grip on her shoulders before trying again and again until she eventually got it. She finally was able to keep herself above the water without flailing, recognizing that she was okay. Y/n cheered as she watched, not caring for the stares of others around them. "See, dude? You just have to start applying yourself! You did it!"

"I did it!" Wheezie said as Y/n hugged her, the two laughing before Wheezie screamed making Y/n's laughter die fast. "Something touched me!"

"Wheeze, it was seaweed." Y/n said softly before turning and letting her place her hands on her shoulders. "Yeah let's get you out of here before a jellyfish gets you."

Wheezie widened her eyes. "Jellyfish?"

As the sun had began to set and people had packed up their things and left, Y/n and Wheezie stayed. Wheezie was on her fourth doughy treat, even though Y/n told her to slow down two treats ago. Towels were wrapped around each of their shoulders as they watched the pretty colors fade in to one another, a mixture of pink, blue and orange array of colors combining to make a cotton candy sky. Wheezie watched as Y/n got up, accepting a phone call from Ward, the only phone call she hadn't silenced since they'd left the car.

In the time she'd left, Wheezie took advantage of it to recognize how appreciative she was of all that Y/n was doing for her. She came in as a tutor and, to Wheezie, was to stay as a friend. As family. Wheezie was more then ecstatic to have someone who would be there to rant and rave about the other Cameron's, someone she could trust with her secrets and the contents of her always running brain. Someone who was just there.

"Hey, your father would like us back in thirty so we should leave in ten." She said coming back and sitting beside Wheezie as she caught sight of her face, the lack of the smile that was there previously concerning her. "Tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing, really. Just... I really enjoyed today, Y/n. It really lets me know you're not just here for like... like the money or something."

Y/n let out a scoff. "Are you kidding? I enjoy nothing more than watching you freak out over the existence of jellyfish." She joked as Wheezie pushed her to the side with a laugh. Y/n recovered, letting out a content sigh as she tossed an arm over Wheezie's shoulders. "You're stuck with me now, Wheezes. Can't wait to record you falling at your next soccer game."

Wheezie couldn't help the laugh that slipped past her lips, leaning into Y/n's embrace as her head rested against her clavicle. "And I'll be looking for you in the stands, Y/n/n."

Y/n and Wheezie had both found out something about the other that night. Wheezie found that she didn't want to be like Sarah and she was glad she wasn't like Rafe. She was content with her own little circle on the dart board but maybe she could take a bit after her newest role model. And Y/n found that she was able to instill several things into the youngers mind including To Kill a Mockingbird, Inca Civilizations, and that she now had a true and present big sister to look up to.

#outer banks x reader #outer banks #outer banks imagine #jj maybank #wheezie cameron #wheezie cameron x reader #rafe cameron #sarah cameron

[fantastic-rambles]

Random BSD Thoughts: “The Untold Origins” and The Decay of Angels

WARNING: Spoilers for “The Untold Origins of the Detective Agency” LN (Brief spoiler for Chapter 91 near the end.)

So I’m still plodding my way through the light novels and making notes on the various things that catch my interest. For those who have read the third novel, saying that I’m going to discuss the Decay of Angels in relation to it might seem odd, but there’s a method to my madness (in my own head, at least).

Right now, we’ve been introduced to the five members of the Decay of Angels in the manga, which seems to have rounded out the group. And the light novel, as the title suggests, refers to events that happen a long time before the events of the manga. But I think that the novel could be hinting toward the existence of the Decay of Angels even back then, with Ranpo and Fukuzawa briefly catching its tail.

(My thoughts/reasonings are pretty tenuous, so there’s a very good chance that I’m wrong/will be proved wrong since I’m no Ranpo who can solve a mystery by looking at it, but this is just where my brain went and I felt like sharing. xD) 

“V” and the Decay of Angels?

(I’ve learned how to use headers instead of having enormous walls of text, go me!)

The lines that caught my attention and sent me spiraling down this rabbit hole are these, which appear near the end of the light novel:

Behind it all was a domestic underground syndicate known as “V,” whose goal was to rid the country of skill users.

And the battle against them was only beginning.

Of course, it doesn’t name the Decay of Angels explicitly, but there are a few things just in the first line that caught my attention:

They are a domestic syndicate. Of course, the Decay of Angels (currently) has skill-users from several different countries, but their leader is very much Japanese. And maybe back then, they were primarily Japanese, with Fukuchi recruiting the others in the years since (more on this later).

“V”: the Roman numeral for 5, which could refer to the five “signs” of the impending death of an angel (one of which is the “lack of delight in their heavenly seat” or something along those lines that the ADA fulfilled--I think I’m mixing up the Mouryou no Hako description with the BSD description, but you get the point). It could also refer to the number of members, but I find that unlikely given that “V” does seem to have more than five people at this point in time.

Their goal, to rid the country of all skill users: isn’t that literally what Fyodor wants to do? Though on a slightly larger scale, as he apparently wants to rid the world of them altogether. But again, if he were recruited later, that would have provided him a strong incentive to lend his support to the DoA.

We also learn that this organization is willing to use any methods in order to achieve their goals, which is rather reminiscent of the methods of the DoA, especially Fukuchi orchestrating an enormous terrorist plot in order to gain control of an international, non-affiliated army and destroy all of the countries.

Plus, the member of the organization who is caught by Fukuzawa and Ranpo is a police officer, Jun Mitamura. Was he an early member of the DoA or the Hunting Dogs under Fukuchi? Yes, he doesn’t seem to be a skill user, as is the case with both organizations now, but it’s also established that back then, the knowledge of skill users wasn’t well-known, and the government seemed to be trying to collect them. So I don’t think it’s unreasonable that some of the earlier iterations of the groups might have had non-skill user members, and it would make most sense to recruit them from law enforcement and/or the army.

To prevent him from talking after he was captured, Mitamura was stabbed by a blade that disappeared (as was Kurahashi); I don’t know when Fukuchi obtained Amenogozen, but it certainly seems like something he could have done if he did have it then. Especially since he was also affiliated with the military (and maybe was starting to get a reputation?) and could probably walk around a police station/jail without raising suspicion.

Angels in the Light Novel (an aside, mostly)

Another interesting tidbit is that “angels” feature prominently in the story, most particularly in the play that is performed early on that has a minor mystery for Ranpo to solve, including the death threat that is received:

An angel shall bring death, in the truest sense of the word, to the performer. - V.

Although this is part of the plan to fake Murakami’s death, it seems clear that “V” and Murakami and/or Kurahashi were in contact in order for this note to be written. After all, it would be a wild coincidence for them to have randomly chosen “V” to be the anonymous sender of the letter and then for this organization “V” to show up later in the novel.

Of course, the “angels” in the play don’t actually have great bearing on the story (as far as I can tell), and the depictions of skill-users in the play are considered inaccurate/dramatized in general (again, since they’re not well-known about at this point), but it is noted that it’s very unusual to include them since they’re generally considered some sort of urban legend. But if “V” had a hand in writing the play through Kurahashi, they could have provided information about skill-users (possibly to pique Natsumi’s interest and get him to show up?) as well as influenced the theme of the angels.

Overall Timeline of Events

So with this information, I’ve organized a rough (theoretical) timeline of events for the development of the Decay of Angels. Starting from three facts:

14 years ago (prior to the present shown in the manga), Fukuchi joins the army and comes to hate war.

12 years ago, the ADA is founded.

8 years ago, Fukuchi defeats Bram Stoker and forces him to join the DoA.

Presumably, around those 14 years ago, that’s when Fukuzawa left the army/being a government assassin and found employment as a bodyguard instead. But Fukuchi did join the army and was caught up by the horrors of war, which led him to start forming plans to destroy all of the countries and establish world domination. So by the time Ranpo meets Fukuzawa two years later, possibly Fukuchi has formed a proto-Hunting Dogs/DoA organization that is called “V” with his charisma and growing fame.

Then, in the following years, he goes on being the world’s hero, fighting against highly skilled and dangerous skill-users. With his reputation and image of reliability, trust in him grows and he’s able to freely go almost anywhere, which would give him opportunities to meet and recruit people like Fyodor and Gogol. Gogol seems to be close friends with Fyodor, so they probably came as a package, while Fyodor may have agreed to the cooperative relationship so that he could get the Book and erase skill-users, while Fukuchi would be able to benefit from Fyodor’s malicious and thorough ability to devise complex plots to achieve their goals. Also:

MANGA CHAPTER 91 SPOILER: “One Order” is apparently an ability that “frees soldiers [people] from the yoke of sin”/takes away their guilt (over committing murder). Sound familiar??? This might just be a coincidence, though. But if Fyodor is also interested in this, it could further explain why he joined up with the DoA.

But not all of the collaborators are working with Fukuchi willingly, as is seen by Bram Stoker. But when he defeated Stoker, Fukuchi clearly thought that he would be useful (either his own idea, or possibly Fyodor’s if they’re working together by that point) and kept him secretly for 8 years. So this is a plan that’s been in the works for a very long time and only coming to a head now, since the ADA has grown enough to be able to realistically pin the terrorism accusation on them.

Miscellaneous Thoughts

How does Fukuzawa get his ability of “All Men Are Created Equal”? If he does have this ability, at the very least, he doesn’t recognize it at this point of his life. Possibly it’s again due to the dearth of knowledge/interactions with skill-users (especially any that would be under his leadership since he’s very much a lone wolf), but is it actually possible to develop a skill later in life as is mentioned in the play, and which Fukuzawa uses to convince Ranpo that he’s a skill-user? (I’m inclined to think not, and that it just becomes applicable after he establishes the ADA and skill-users join, but still curious.)

Little Oda! When the assassin with two pistols showed up, I hoped he was Oda, and he was! Which means that Ranpo and Oda met (ish) before Oda decided to stop killing, and again when Oda decided to start killing again. And Little Oda still likes curry. D:

#bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd #bsd light novel #bsd decay of angels #bsd hunting dogs #fukuzawa yukichi #yukichi fukuzawa #edogawa ranpo #ranpo edogawa #fukuchi ouchi #ouchi fukuchi #random thoughts #analysis #mine

[djmarinizelablog]

A Conversation with the Author of City Comma State, kippielovesyou/ForcedSimile

Had a short interview with the author of City Comma State, @kippielovesyou/ForcedSimile and asked her if I could share our conversation online---she said yes!

Did you know that Hange and Levi in her work was based on Spongebob and Squidward's interactions?

Read the entire transcript below:

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djmarinizela (D): if i may ask, where and how did you learn to write so good? what inspired you to write city comma state?

kippielovesyou (K): i don't mind at all! it's genuinely just years of practice. i've been scribbling stories since kindergarten (i had a long standing multi part series in first grade about all my classmates). i think one thing is certain: having a strong understanding of characters whether you borrow them or they are your own is pretty key.

a lot of points [in Isayama's story] could have been better thought out or tighter. however, we all love his characters. a weak plot (or in the case of city comma state: no plot) can be ignored or forgiven if everyone loves the characters

i'll be honest, i spend a lot of time trying to understand why a character does things or reacts a certain way. and yes, sometimes, that means i act out scenes in my car while driving. it's embarrassing...

there's a lot more to it, but to me that's the most important thing

as far as how city comma state came about: i wanted to do a slow burn romance centered around levihan, but I also wanted to show how all these characters care about and support each other. i knew in the confines of the AoT world, anyone could die at any moment and that didn't work with the softer feelings i wanted people to enjoy. how can you enjoy the friendship between mike and hange if he dies? it's possible, but it upends all the warmth we were enjoying. so i wrote an AU. i wanted to keep levi with a rough background with many walls, and i wanted hange to have her own issues that they can work through together. and i love the idea of them adopting/supporting the 104th kids without the fear of sending them out to war

D: your answer is so profound and helpful, thank you so much! I can honestly say you pretty nailed it when it comes to character development---everyone has a character arc in your fic! [my next question] is about the gender discourse in your story. I know you started City Comma State pretty early in 2014, but even back then, the nonbinary identity wasn't widely known before. How were you able to flesh out the discourse on the LGBTQIA+ spectrum and play it out on the dialogues and backstories?

K: it's pretty funny, a lot of the LGBTQIA+ has always been discussed i my family. we've had gay, lesbian, trans, gnc, bi and asexual people in my family for generations, as far back as the 20s (that we're aware of). hange's gender being debated made it a prime opportunity to write such an experience, some of which is borrowed from my own life. when i read older chapters i see certain slips in dialogue where i could have made an effort to be more neutral. we're in such a binary society that sometimes even if you feel in between, it slips in. in fact, i'm sure some people might take issue with the fact that i stuck with she/her for hange. i'm not sure i'd make a different decision today. i like this version of hange the way she is, and i hope hange's nb/gnc status comes across in more than just pronouns. hange's full identity is so much more than that and that is what i wanted to explore. and i think no matter where you fall on the whole LGBTQIA+ spectrum, you are more than just the label you've chosen. yes, in this story levi is bi/pan. but i don't think he ever says that explicitly, and he avoids labels. it seems fussy to him, which feels levi. discourse would not be his thing. i think even having a debate about whether or not he was bi or pan wouldn't be something he would want to engage in, he just wants to do what he wants. instead it's heavily implied. i think we forget since so many of us experience this discourse online and want to label things that there are people who don't want to involve themselves in it. it goes back to how would this character act. for instance, based on how levi is in canon, i can see many ways to interpret his sexuality. there's cues for a lot of different takes. but levi doesn't seem like the type that would need a definitive label in order to be happy. there's many ways to interpret hange's gender (and i've written several takes, some where they're more insistent on their pronouns), but i think hange's more excited to explore life than worry too much about much about how they're addressed or how someone talks about them. maybe another character might be more caught up in labels but hange and levi not so much

D: No, don't be sorry, I am more than thankful for your answer. I really appreciate it! I don't get to have these kinds of conversations with other writers, so I am grateful for your insights.

K: a really funny anecdote for you: i loosely based the idea of my levihan off of spongebob and squidward. you know, since they start out as neighbors and hange is more invasive than levi is used to

D: that's.... a stretch. but thanks for the tidbit! was the annual star wars contest also something that you do in your family? that part as well as all the geeky references won me over tbh!

K: it was an extremely loose inspiration! but hange mowing her lawn in the middle of the night so levi wouldn't be mad at her is on par with a spongebob move. and um...my family, while they can be a little nerdy, is not nerdy enough to do the star wars tournament! i made that up entirely

i just imagined hange having eccentric family, so they have very unusual traditions that none of the children question

i'll be the first to say a lot of city comma state is unrealistic and a little bit of a domestic fantasy. there's a lot of problems with money, employment and such that hange and levi SHOULD have but that's a little too real and not what i want to be the focus of this story. like hange landing a job that gives her a day off and she doesn't suffer a severe pay cut as a result? unrealistic. but i have other things i want to tackle. plus, in canon we have humans that turn into giants and 3D maneuver gear which would probably kill its user in real life. i think making certain parts of this fanfic a little idealistic is okay

D: are there other works that influence your writing? or authors that inspire you to write?

K: There's too many influences to count. reading is so important and even things that are bad are helpful. i actually was trying to read a YA series that seemed really cool and i had to stop reading because so many things were so annoying (I won't reveal which, since i think it has a small but dedicated fandom and i don't want to rain on their parade, it is purely a taste thing to some degree). instead of being upset and thinking that I wasted my time, i took note of what made me stop reading (that is a long list of things i didn't like so i won't bother to outline each one). even if it's something as small as a fanfiction that you had to click out of, ask yourself why you stopped. Especially with fanfiction: you already like these characters, what you're looking for is usually pretty specific (a pairing, an au, a specific scenario, etc). why, when this author has ticked all your superficial boxes, did you stop reading? and when you love something as yourself why. Ask yourself why you love the source material even! do you really love the plotlines and the world or do you love the characters? Is the dialogue strong? something to also pay attention to: people in general. how do they speak, gestures, facial expressions. really listen to how people talk (Youtube podcasts are really good for this!).

i think people would be surprised, a lot of what i really like to read is very all over. from surrealist novels, to classic literature, to science fiction aimed at children (i'm finally reading animorphs after almost 20 years!). and what i write for original fiction doesn't reflect what i'm probably best known for.

D: thanks for this, Kippie! looking forward to reading more of your works!

K: i'm still amazed at the response! writing is so solitary to me and i don't really look at my numbers. it never occurred to me that people would be discussing my fic!

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If you haven't read Kippie's Levihan fic yet, here's the link to get started: City Comma State

#levihan #aot #snk #shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #interview #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #mine #djmarinizela

[link4eva]

Kiro’s S2 Company Project- Campus Youth Translation [CN]

Hi, everyone! Just a couple of notes before you begin reading. I don’t actually know Chinese so this translation was done through the power of Google Translate and with help from @keliosyfan​. Thank you! 💛

This translation contains spoilers for Season 2 content which hasn’t been released to the ENG server yet. If you wish to not be spoiled,  please don’t look below the cut.

Enjoy!~

*Spoilers below for future content!*

[Stage 1]

I’ve already graduated, but it feels good to be back at school.

At this moment, the conference room is full of people.

The woman sitting across from me was drinking water and putting down the thermos in her hand.

This very accomplished woman in front of me is a very reputable director and has a great reputation in many film festivals.

Not long ago we reached an agreement with this director--

A few months later, Kiro will be participating in a movie production involving friendship amongst youths on campus.

The director looked at Kiro next to me and said,

Director: As far as I know, Kiro has no experience of going to high school in China.

Director: Considering that every detail in our youth drama must be accurately portrayed….

Director: I propose that he go to the high school campus for a week to learn about high school life in China.

Director: At the end of that week, let’s discuss the experience of it.

After listening to the director’s suggestion, I fell into deep thought, and my fingers tapped on the table.

MC: If a star were to go to the campus to experience high school life for a week, will it cause “trouble” for the school and students?

Director: I have a friend in a private high school so we can call ahead and see.

Director: And this school holds great importance to the arts. I believe everyone will look forward to Kiro’s arrival. Of course, we will tell the students the exciting news in advance.

Director: With the students’ academic schedules in mind, I can only arrange a week.

MC: Sounds like a good idea.

I nodded slightly and looked at Kiro.

He put his chin in one hand and gave a silly smile.

Kiro: My thoughts are exactly the same as those of the director. 

MC: Director, please arrange it.

MC: If you still need our cooperation, please feel free to let us know.

As soon as my voice fell, Kiro’s rang through.

Kiro: Director, I have a little suggestion~ 

Kiro: I hope that someone can be with me in addition to making it easy to shoot daily tidbits. And, in case any problems arise, they can also be handled promptly and properly.

After listening to these words, the director and I nodded in agreement.

Director: Okay, so do you recommend anyone?

Kiro gave a slight smile, and then those azure blue eyes fell on me.

Kiro: I think the most suitable candidate is….my boss! 

After the director listened, she looked at me with a little astonishment.

My eyes widened slightly, and I couldn’t speak due to the surprise.

Kiro: Believe me, she is the best candidate.

Kiro: She is an excellent producer and is also very familiar with the shooting process.

Kiro: More importantly, she can handle various emergencies with her ability.

Kiro: With her, I feel at ease. 

He stretched out his palm to calculate the “pros” of me a little bit. Seeing everyone’s eyes cast on me, I lowered my eyes to weigh the “pros and cons” of this plan.

Suddenly, Kiro bent over and came into my peripheral vision.

The golden hair that was swept down from his forehead swayed playfully, gradually occupying my gaze.

I raised my eyes to meet those bright eyes and heard him speak in a voice that only I could hear.

Kiro: MC, will you be my classmate? 

(Cut to campus)

The moment Kiro and I walked into the school’s office early on Monday morning, the world suddenly became quiet.

I couldn’t help rubbing my ears; it felt as though the screams of the students were still echoing in my ears.

Unexpectedly, even though the exciting news was given in advance, the enthusiasm of the students was still overwhelming. *Changed some wording*

But looking at the familiar and unfamiliar surroundings, I couldn’t help sighing in my heart--

In the end, I still agreed to their suggestion “confusedly”...

Teacher: The formalities have been completed, so come with me.

A simple and powerful voice immediately pulled me back from my thoughts.

While I was following the teacher, the security guard turned towards Kiro beside me.

He was wearing a clean white shirt and pants for his school uniform. Even his golden bangs were slicked back. *Changed some wording*

The sun fell on his hair, spots of light scattered over it.

Seeing that I was about to arrive at the classroom, I had to withdraw my eyes somewhat reluctantly.

(Cut to the classroom)

The moment we walked into the classroom, all the students turned their eyes towards Kiro. As if they couldn’t contain their excitement, they whispered amongst each other.

Student A: Ah, it’s really Kiro!

Student B: We’re so lucky that he came to our class!

Teacher: Students, be quiet!

The teacher knocked hard on the table, but the students still couldn’t hold back their excited chatter.

Teacher: No matter how excited you are, you have to listen to the introduction of your new classmates.

The teacher seemed to understand the mindset of the students very well, and as soon as the voice fell in the classroom, it was silent.

Teacher: Classmates, please introduce yourselves.

Kiro took the lead in taking a step forward, showing a bright smile.

Kiro: Hello, everyone. I am Kiro.

Kiro: Because of work, I now want to spend a week as a student here with everyone. 

Kiro: So, please forget my previous “identity”. I am just your classmate now.

Kiro: I hope I can spend a very happy week with you. Please give me your guidance.

Kiro seemed to have made an agreement and lowered his eyes.

I don’t know if it was because Kiro’s voice was magical; the students nodded obediently and slowly calmed down.

But soon their curious eyes fell on me. I gave a smile and said,

MC: Hello, everyone. I’m MC. Please give me your guidance for this coming week~

After the ceremonial applause was over, Kiro and I sat in the last row of empty seats.

As soon as I sat down, a few crisp claps came from the direction of the podium.

Teacher: Students, the annual art festival will soon start.

Teacher: We will also give a performance and decorate the campus in accordance with tradition. 

Teacher: I heard that Kiro loves music very much. He will be responsible for this year’s art festival. Do you have any objections?

Students: No!

Students: With him, our festival must be the most brilliant!

Everyone turned around unanimously and looked at Kiro expectantly.

The sunlight reflected on Kiro’s brand-new white shirt, and the reflection off of it seemed to light up the entire classroom.

He straightened up, and the corner of his mouth raised up into a sincere smile.

Kiro: Okay. Everyone, leave it to me! 

[Stage 2]

Internet age. Be comfortable with various situations. *It came out like this so I’m hoping this makes sense lol*

Kiro has been very busy these days. He has to arrange the art festival and attend classes on top of that.

Looking at Kiro, who was lying on the table during the break, I gently took out the disposable camera from my bag and pointed it at him.

In the picture, he is lying on his arm lazily, with long eyelashes, and his face squished.

Suddenly, his eyelashes trembled and he opened his blue eyes.

Kiro: Miss Chips, has class started yet? 

There was a trace of longing for sleep in his voice, which made me laugh.

MC: Not yet, you….

Ring--

Halfway through our conversation, the school bell rang in the classroom.

Unexpectedly, he swept away his tiredness and immediately sat up straight in excitement.

Kiro: After this class is a music class. This is the first time I have a music class in a private high school! 

He is like a child who is about to get a toy, his eyes full of unconcealed anticipation.

There were neat footsteps in the corridor, and the teacher soon walked in.

Teacher: There is still a lot to do for this semester. We will have two consecutive classes today and cancel the next music class.

As soon as the voice fell, voices of complaint were heard all over the classroom.

I looked to Kiro but found that he was a little bit frustrated and turned his head. 

Immediately afterwards, his elbow crossed the middle line and was propped up on my table. He lowered his voice.

Kiro: MC, the music class will be cancelled. Is this reasonable?

I nodded to the person who reached over and cast a regretful look at him.

Kiro: Is there no other way? How did you solve it before?

Suddenly, a white piece of chalk hit his head, leaving a small mark.

Teacher: Class time! Go out and talk.

Kiro rubbed his head aggrievedly and put his hands on his desk obediently.

Teacher: The book, do you want me to get it out for you?

Kiro immediately lowered his head and fumbled in the drawer for a long time and then cast a look at me asking for help.

He just moved his lips, and then followed the teacher with some fear. He picked up the pen and quickly wrote something on the notebook.

After a little bit, a small piece of paper was gently pushed in front of me--

“Miss Chips, what kind of class is this? OvO”

I held the note silently, pretending to be note-taking, and wrote a word in big letters on the note--

“Language.”

[Stage 3]

Helping Kiro organize the school’s art festival can be thought of as filling in something that was not possible before.

The bell finally rang and I turned my head to find that Kiro’s figure had disappeared at the door of the classroom.

Maybe he went to the bathroom….

I didn’t worry too much about it and lay on the table lazily.

MC: Did class time ever pass by this slowly before? 

I closed my eyes with ease. I don’t know how long I was out until there was a sudden rush of footsteps outside the door.

Kiro: We’re going to music class! 

I opened my eyes in surprise, only to find that the students had surrounded Kiro.

Student A: Wow, awesome! She’s normally what we would consider “unreasonable”. *Changed some wording*

Student B: How did you do it? Quickly teach us!

With every word, the students said, Kiro held his chin pretentiously.

Kiro: Actually, it’s very simple. I just used my role as the person in charge of the festival and confidently asked for music class back! 

Kiro: Learning is important, but it also requires a combination of work and rest! 

Soon, the class bell rang again, and the students waved their arms excitedly.

Teacher: Walk nicely and go to music class--

The sound of youthful and restless footsteps disappeared one after another from the classroom, leaving only me and Kiro.

He walked up to me in the sunlight and patted my shoulder lightly.

Kiro: Let’s go, it’s time to go to class. 

He smiled so brightly, the previous bright smile from before remained on his face.

I looked at Kiro who was so dazzling, and I couldn’t open my eyes for a little bit.

I couldn’t help but look at my school uniform, and suddenly laughed.

Kiro: Miss Classmate, what’s up? 

I shook my head without speaking, got up and walked to his side.

MC: Classmate Kiro, let’s go~

I walked briskly out of the classroom, and Kiro followed me closely.

The sunlight pierced through the gaps of the leaves and fell on the corridor, printing a bit of staggered light and shadow.

With the position of the light, his mouth seemed to rise to the same arc as mine.

I can’t help wondering if Kiro and I are both happy about the same thing in our hearts--

I’m glad that I can be a classmate in this time and space with you.

[Stage 4]

Every story will have an ending, just as the cold winter must usher in the spring.

Since I started preparing for the festival’s activities, everyone will seemingly purposely stay after class to help out every day.

I walked around the corner with the camera, recording Kiro’s every move.

Although he was wearing a school uniform and seemed no different from this group of high school students, he still had an aura of maturity.

Kiro looked around and said,

Kiro: Some classmates told me in private that they didn’t like to perform on stage very much. 

Kiro: So, those who don’t want to perform on stage, please raise your hands!

When his voice fell, the students laughed at each other and did nothing else for a while.

Kiro seemed to be aware of some of the students’ worries and timidity. So, he let out a long sigh and spoke softly.

Kiro: Although the art festival is a collaborative event, it doesn’t necessarily require everyone to perform on stage.

Kiro: Because I always think that it is embarrassing to “force” myself to do things I don’t want to do.

In the camera, although the corners of his mouth were raised in a smile, his eyes flashed with dim light.

Kiro: Don’t forget that we also have the task of decorating the campus. It is also one of the collaborative activities, isn’t it?

Kiro: So raise your hand loud and proud!

After some silence, a trembling hand finally was raised into the air. Immediately afterward, about seven or eight hands were raised one after another.

The remaining classmates who did not raise their hands seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and smiled brightly when they looked at the raised hands.

Student A: The task of decorating the campus is up to you.

Student B: Well, if you don’t have enough manpower, we will help!

Seeing them in a passionate discussion, the corners of my mouth rose unconsciously.

Suddenly, a familiar golden figure drew me into the crowd.

Kiro: Classmate, I need your help. 

He leaned into my ear and whispered something.

I couldn’t help looking at him in surprise, my mouth moved slightly.

MC: How to help?

He smiled and turned his head, the setting sun outside the window happened to fall into his deep ocean eyes, reflecting the charming colours.

Kiro: Of course to help! 

After sorting out the desires of all the students, Kiro and I divided them into two teams.

One is in charge of the show and the other is in charge of decorating the campus. In order to improve efficiency, I took the initiative to propose a team responsible for decoration.

MC: First of all, we must make a list of props and strictly manage our budget according to a certain proportion of class fees.

To help everyone understand more clearly, I drew a simple budget sheet on the blackboard.

It wasn’t until I put down the chalk and turned to face everyone, that I found everyone was casting admiring glances.

Students: That’s so amazing….You made it look so easy!! *Changed some wording*

I smiled embarrassedly, but Kiro beside me patted my shoulder with some pride.

Kiro: She is an excellent producer. 

Kiro: So don’t worry, leave it to us.

Kiro: Although there’s no guarantee that our class’ performance will be the best.

Kiro: It will definitely make everyone the happiest!

[Stage 5]

Operation school is a go. *Changed some wording.*

There are new messages.

*I had trouble with this part so hopefully it makes sense when you read it. I’ll put the screenshots in below so you can see those too.*

Miss Producer, 

There’s some good news for you, the show has been arranged! I compiled a lot of tips from countless stages experiences. I believe that the effect will reach the audience by then!

When the art festival begins, that’s when we’ll “graduate”, right? I don’t have any regrets. I feel that high school life in China is like this; it’s better than I thought and even happier! I wonder if you have the same thought?

Reply:

0(n_n)0~

[Stage 6]

Good actors will blend right into the play. *Changed some wording.*

The school bell rang, and I looked at the books on the desk and stuffed them into my bag with some reluctance.

The day after tomorrow, the high school life experience with Kiro and I will end.

Thinking of this, I subconsciously looked to the side and found that Kiro seemed to show the same expression as me.

He smoothed some of the curled corners of the book, and his curled eyelashes were downcast.

Kiro: Class is over. Let’s go. 

I nodded, picked up my bag and walked out with him.

(Cut to outside)

As soon as we walked to the gate of the school, we saw students from a distance stopping us.

Students: Although there is still some time before the art festival, you will be leaving soon.

Students: So we specifically asked the teacher for the chance to rehearse in advance and wanted to invite you to join us!

I couldn’t help but freeze just as I was about to say something.

Kiro raised his hand and rubbed the back of his head, then smiled handsomely.

Kiro: Where is the rehearsal hall? Let’s hurry up!

(Cut to rehearsal hall)

Kiro was standing in the center of the stage wearing a white school uniform, and my thoughts were suddenly taken back to California.

Although I wasn’t there to see him attending school in California, the figure in front of me depicts my imagination of his past.

He must not have been too different back then from how he is now. He was so dazzling that people couldn’t look away.

Kiro: MC!

A voice from a distance drew me back to reality.

Kiro: Come on up!

I walked onto the stage with some hesitancy, but he grabbed my arm tightly.

Kiro: Today is our first and last rehearsal. Don’t be lazy.

MC: Wait, I don’t have a place in the performance….

Before I finished speaking, I was pulled up onto the stage.

Kiro: Haha, I actually don’t have a place either. 

Kiro: But it doesn’t matter, let’s just be two cute little actors.

Kiro swayed lightly to the rhythm of the music, and the lights of the stage made him brighter than ever.

Suddenly, the stage light changed colours randomly, as if something unexpected happened.

The students stopped and looked around for the theatre staff. But it seemed that it was because it was lunchtime, there was no one in the booth.

Seeing everyone looking anxious, I hurriedly said,

MC: Someone take me to the booth, let me try to solve it.

One of the students stood up, and I followed her to the booth.

I walked to the booth and looked. The functions on it were similar to what I was used to at the TV station.

I let out a sigh of relief and after a few skilled operations, the stage lights returned to normal.

MC: Classmates, you should go back to the stage first. I will help you with the stage for the time being until the stage staff return.

After speaking, I pressed the PA button.

MC: Let’s rehearse again. I can clearly see whether the formation is neat or not.

MC: If you have any questions, I will give you feedback.

MC: 3, 2, 1, Start. 

As soon as my voice fell, I immediately pressed the music play button.

Suddenly, a similar touch of gold in the distance bounced into my sight.

But my position was too far away from the stage, and I couldn’t see Kiro’s expression clearly.

He raised a hand high and seemed to make a gesture.

I couldn’t help squinting my eyes, trying to see his gesture clearly--

A thumb was raised high and shook excitedly at me.

[Stage 7]

High school life ended in the blink of an eye. Kiro and I went to the conference room as scheduled and handed in the “answer sheet”.

Director: Kiro, how was your experience this week? Do you think it will be helpful for the shooting?

Kiro lowered his eyes as if he was thinking, but the corners of his mouth had already “betrayed” him….

Kiro: Actually, high school life in China is not very different from that in foreign countries, but I am very happy.

Kiro: Because I have new wonderful memories of high school.

Kiro stopped suddenly and raised his eyes to look at me.

Kiro: The teachers in China are excellent, and sneaking snacks requires super skill to succeed. 

Kiro: And if you whisper in class, you will be hit with chalk.

Kiro: But MC taught me to use a small note to communicate so you’re less likely to get caught.

Seeing Kiro’s “blabbermouth”, I quickly gave him a look.

He seemed to have received my signal and snickered uncontrollably.

Kiro: Ahem, but what I am happiest about is that I feel the beauty of youth again.

Kiro: The beauty of being a student feels purer now as an adult. 

Kiro: In fact, this purity has always been there, but it was in slumber.

Kiro: Therefore, we must work hard to wake it up and let it revisit the world. 

Kiro’s eyes creased in a smile as if to express his satisfaction of this time.

Memories are always full of filters, painting the time called “youth” with soft and bright colours.

It is flawless and pure, representing all the cleanliness and beauty. It is far away and unreachable as if some beauty can only stay for that period of time.

But people have forgotten that we should have this purity, even more, when we grow up.

When facing this complicated world, we shouldn’t take it for granted.

Looking at his smile, the figure in the white school uniform came to mind again.

It is like the brilliant sun shining everywhere in my heart, making people nostalgic and looking forward to the future.

I can’t help but believe this dazzling figure will meet me in various forms in the future.

The meeting ended in joy, and only me and Kiro were left in the room.

MC: Kiro, let’s wait a bit before leaving.

I took out the USB drive in my pocket and inserted it into the computer, and then turned on the projector.

MC: I have a small gift I want to give you. 

After that, a video popped up on the projector background, which was a recording of Kiro’s high school life this week--

There’s footage of him running in the courtyard in his school uniform, and footage of him dozing off with his head on his arm.

And the look of my school bag on his shoulders.

Even the footage of him “copying his homework” was left guilty as evidence by me.

Kiro: Miss Chips…. 

He watched the video with a look of surprise and murmured to me.

MC: Although it was only a short experience, this is the first time you and I have been classmates.

MC: So I want to keep this memory forever and ever. 

Until the video was finished, I looked at the picture in the last frame with nostalgia--

Me in school uniform, and him in school uniform.

We faced the camera and raised our brightest smiles.

This gift isn’t to make up the regret of youth but rather to record the me I was then and the me I am now.

Although we have grown up, we can still depict the youthfulness of Kiro and me at this moment.

Suddenly, Kiro walked right in front of me.

Kiro: Thank you, I really like this gift. 

Kiro: But I didn’t expect Miss Chips’ gift to down without my knowledge. 

With that said, he took out two small student name tags one by one from his pocket--

The names of Kiro and me are engraved on them.

At that time, due to the rush and short-term “entry”, the school did not prepare a name tag for us.

But at this moment, the name tag in Kiro’s hand seemed to reflect the light of the projector, reflecting a beautiful brilliance.

Kiro: MC, although the time was short, we really did become classmates.

Kiro: And you see, this is proof. 

[End]

We went to the high school campus to experience high school life once more. The purpose of this experience was to add more vivid details to the youth drama that was to be filmed. But this wonderful time and the infinite expectations for the future at this moment will be deeply imprinted in my mind.

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