#but i made this for my birthday which was clearly the more important date so it waited a week

[jicklet]

OTP of OTPs → Beast Boy and Raven from Teen Titans

#teen titans #beast boy #raven #bbrae #teentitansedit #animationedit #v posts things #v watches teen titans #i actually finished this set on the 19th which was the 9th anniversary of the premiere date! #but i made this for my birthday which was clearly the more important date so it waited a week #happy birthday to meeee! #GOD i just love them #they are the blueprint #apologies for the last gif i normally don't like to have text leave that fast

[rubywonu]

𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱

“i've got some shit i should mention, pretend my ego is dying, ask me if i love attention, and I'll say no, but i'm lying”

summary: in which seungcheol missed on countless important event with you and you decided it was time for confrontation.

pairing: choi seungcheol x fem!reader

genre: angst to fluff, not mentioned but established idol!au

warnings: arguments, swear words.

w/c: 2.7k

nia’s notes: i don’t know what is just wrote. song is loved by b.i

it was your birthday and the person you wanted to celebrate it with was nowhere to be found. it was a small get-together, consisting of a few of your friends and your boyfriend, who was not there. 

you checked your messages and you were a bit let down when the message wasn't seen. it was like seungcheol was ghosting you. for the past few days, your boyfriend was always at his studio. seungcheol would disappear way before you would wake up and return hours past midnight. for some time, you wondered if he was even coming home. 

for the whole party, you were glued to your phone hoping cheol messaged you back or saw your message, but each time you were disappointed. 

you tried to stay alive and cheerful for your party but it was hard to do so. by the time your friends left, you were angry and sad. each year you and seungcheol would stay up till midnight and write letters to each other for your birthday. it was a stupid tradition but it kept your love alive and this year, you were questioning if it would happen. 

you sat down on the couch, after bidding your friends goodbye and you checked your phone, again. you let out a long sigh as you were let down, once again. it was funny to you when you remembered all the other times you were disappointed by your boyfriend. 

for the past few weeks, you and seungcheol were supposed to go on dates, and each time, cheol canceled last minute with the same excuse, i'm stuck in the studio, sorry. 

this time you were sure you weren't going to let it happen again. so with a bold choice in your mind, you changed your clothes, to one of cheol's sweatshirts and a sweatpant from your closet. you walked over to the counter, trying to find your car keys. you smacked your head slightly when you realized that your car was at the repair shop. it looked like you had to walk to the building, it wasn't far so you had no problem with it. 

so you locked the door to your apartment and walked out of your house, slightly regretting not wearing a jacket. the wind was chilly and it burned when it touched your face. you winced as you wrapped your hands around you, you tried to speed walk to the building when you saw the storm clouds coming over in your direction. 

in a matter of a few minutes, you reach the company and you let your shoulders relax at the heat inside. you smiled at the receptionist when you walked over to the elevator. 

you pressed the floor button and waited to arrive. the ding snapped out out of your thoughts and made your way to the studio room where your boyfriend would be.  

you opened the door a little bit, in hopes of surprising seungcheol. "cheol." you called out and the man in front of you snapped his head to meet you. you expected him to be happy maybe even a little glad, but not in a million years did you expect seungcheol to be angry. 

"what are you doing here?" seungcheol stood up from his seat. he looked stressed out and it worried you. you walked inside and closed the door behind you. it the light, you were able to look at him more clearly and you were concerned. the lack of sleep was evident on his face, dark circles were present under his eyes. 

"well, i got worried when you didn't show up at home, so i decided to stop by." you smiled trying to relax your boyfriend, it was clear to say you did quite the opposite. 

"you don't have to come here, go home, it'll take me a few more hours." you were shocked at his words. 

"what do you mean a few more hours? cheol what about our tradition?" you asked feeling heartbroken at the behaviour your boyfriend was showing you. 

"i don't have time for that, yn. my work is more important." if seungcheol was awake, he was sure he wouldn't say the things he was about to.  

you were taken aback at his cold tone and even more when cheol sat down at this desk, continuing his work. "what are you saying? do you mean it?" 

"yes. yes, i mean it, now get out." the harsh words that came out of seungcheol's mouth felt like a knife pushing through your heart. 

"seungcheol, you need sleep and food, come on let's go home." you walked over to your boyfriend, and gently put your hand on his arm. that seemed to piss him off more. 

"i need to complete this, yn. either leave by yourself or i'll do it." seungcheol was sleepy, hungry, and drained. he wasn't in his right mind and each word he said proved exactly that. 

"what? do you realize what you're saying?" you were angry, you were pissed at the way he was speaking towards you. 

"yn, i don't have time for you or your petty fights, just leave." seungcheol rubbed his hands over his face while he pleaded with you. 

you didn't know when but a lone tear cascaded down your eye. you were hurt beyond explanation. "what?" each time seungcheol said a word, your heart cracked and bled in despair. 

"leave, yn!" you flinched at the intensity of his voice and moved back. "god, you're so needy, it's annoying." cheol mumbled as he went back to his laptop. you walked away from him and towards the door, trying to contain your tears. you couldn't believe that the mouth that whispered praises and confessions was leaving you in pain, for the first time choi seungcheol made you cry, no he made you sob. 

you slammed the door behind you and quickly walked outside the building, in the elevator you could feel yourself breaking down, you put your hand on your mouth, trying to soften your sobs, but it didn't work. without looking back, you excited the building, regretting that decision when you felt the big droplets of water fall on you, it was raining. 

you needed shelter but there was no way you were going back into the building, especially after what had just happened. so you put your head down and slowly made your way back to your house, being extremely careful to not slip at any given moment. 

before you stormed out of the hybe building, someone saw you leave and was very concerned about your condition. it was obvious for him to realize the culprit of this incident. so he walked over to the elevator, making his way over to seungcheol's studio. 

he rushed over and opened the door, confusion visible on his face. "seungcheol." the mentioned man turned around and he became more annoyed. sure, seungcheol regretted what he said to you, but working on a time crunch can do that to people, it didn't look like his fault. "why did yn leave, crying, no seungcheol, she was sobbing, why?" 

"i do not want to deal with your bullshit as well, jeonghan just leave." seungcheol regretted the statement as soon as it left your mouth, even more, when he saw the anger displayed on jeonghan's face. 

jeonghan was like a brother to you, and the both of you became extremely close when you and seungcheol started dating, you became closer with han. 

"shut up and listen to me." jeonghan started. "what did you do for yn, one of the happiest people on the face of this planet, sob while leaving the building. and before you ask me questions like how i know, or something stupid like that just remember that you promised to not make her cry." 

jeonghan didn't know what he was saying but he kept on going before falling on the couch in exhaustion. on the other hand, seungcheol remained silent. he didn't realize the gravity of the situation until jeonghan screamed at him. 

each word came back to haunt him, he could visualize the perfect smile on your beautiful fade into a gradient of hurt and sadness. seungcheol sat there wanting to take back everything he said that hurt you in any form but that wasn't possible. seungcheol had hurt you beyond description and oh boy, did he feel disappointment rush through his blood. 

it didn't prepare him for what he was about to hear though. "gosh, i do hope yn reached home safe, it's pouring real bad." he heard jeonghan mutter and seungcheol felt his heart drop. his eyes were wide and his stance was ready to sprint but he couldn't move. "what?" 

"it's raining outside, i hope yn can see anything from the car." once again, seungcheol felt his world stop spinning. 

"yn's car is at the repair shop." seungcheol said slowly as the realization hit him. he saw jeonghan turn to him and ask him to repeat himself. "yn doesn't have her car." 

this was the last straw, before completing his sentence, seungcheol ran out of the room, and completely ignored jeonghan's call behind him to grab a jacket. but he didn't care, all he cared about was you and he hurt you.

seungcheol spammed the elevator call button, furiously. he was angry at himself, angry at the world, he was angry at everything and everyone but you. 

"fuck!" seungcheol screamed and rushed over to the stairs. he started to rapidly climb down the stairs. he was on the higher floors but he did not care at all.

once he reached the base of the stairs, he slammed open the door and ran out of the building, not minding the glances he received while doing so. 

the rain looked worse than jeonghan made it seem, big droplets were clouding his vision but he moved on. seungcheol slowly started to walk into the rain while scouting all his sides in hopes of finding you. 

he saw a small figure pushing through the cold rain and he immediately knew it was you by the familiar sweatshirt. and then seungcheol ran, he ran for his life. he didn't care about the slipperiness of the ground and he didn't care when the rain got harder, the only thing he cared for you so he ran in search of your warm body. 

he was right behind you now, and he grabbed your arm, regretting it as soon as he saw you flinch at the touch. "yn, it's me." seungcheol spoke with a soft voice and he begged the gods for you to be alright with his presence, but it looked like his prayers were skipped. 

you pulled your hand away and continued to walk away, leaving seungcheol's heart to shatter. "get away from me." 

"yn, listen to me, please." seungcheol didn't give up just yet, he ran in front of you and held you by your shoulders, trying to be as gentle as possible. "let's just go back to the studio, i promise we'll talk there." 

"you don't care about me, did you forget about it already?" you moved away from your boyfriend and walked away from him, again. 

"what do you mean?" you turned around at seungcheol's ridiculous statement and scoffed, anger seeping into your face. 

"'what do you mean?' are you crazy choi seungcheol." cheol flinched at you calling him his full name, ever since the both of you started dating, he had never heard his name come out of your mouth like that, and boy did it hurt. 

"first of all, you gave up on our tradition, you know how much it means to me but you left that. then, you disregarded me, seungcheol. i was worried about you and what did you do? you screamed at me, telling me to leave you alone and as if that's not bad enough you proceeded to call me clingy and needy, you said you were annoyed by my actions. since when did my care and love for you turn annoying? i was looking out for you, but you took my heart and broke it." 

seungcheol didn't realize how much he messed up until he heard your feelings and regret swarmed his whole body. 

"and you did it all on what was supposed to be one of the happiest days of my life, my birthday." your voice cracked and tears struck down your face. 

realization came sticking to cheol as he stood there in shock. he forgot about it because of his hard schedule, he forgot your birthday. you turned around, trying you hide your crying face. 

behind you, seungcheol pondered at his bad decisions. he hated himself, he hated the way he made you feel, and he hated to be the reason for your sadness. 

for the past month, you and seungcheol had talked about all the things the both of you wanted to do for your birthday and they were in contrast to what was actually happening. what was supposed to be a day filled with loving you turned into a day where your relationship was in danger. 

"i'm sorry. i'm sorry." seungcheol's soft voice behind you only made you cry harder. you turned around, and the sight left you speechless. 

seungcheol was on his knees, he was crying. "i'm so sorry, yn." the rain and your boyfriend's harsh sobs were the only things you could hear, apart from your own cries. 

no matter how angry you were with seungcheol, it pained for you to see a man so strong break down in tears while on his knees. you joined him on the floor, and the both of you cried while holding each other in the rain, gaining warmth from the other. 

"im so sorry, im so sorry for everything i did. im so sorry for the way i spoke to you, you didn't deserve it. you were just trying to be a good girlfriend but i screamed at you, i'm so sorry. please forgive me, don't leave me, yn, please." 

seungcheol's ramble made you cry harder, you pulled away from him and grabbed his face, making him look at you. "i'm not going to leave you, don't worry." you go up and pulled seungcheol up as well. "let's go home and talk there." 

the both of you walked hand in hand in silence, wiping the tears on the way, the rain washing away your tears and replacing them with a cloud of sadness. when you reached home, without talking you and seungcheol walked into separate bathrooms to clean up. it was obvious that both of you wanted to talk about it but the wound was too fresh. 

you finished your shower and dried your hair, you were currently walking to the guest bedroom where seungcheol was cleaning up. you opened the door and seungcheol was on the bed, the room was dark, and he was drying his hair. you heard a sniffle and it damaged you. 

you made your way in front of your seungcheol grabbed the towel without saying anything and proceeded to rub his hair. as you did this, seungcheol's tears only started to come out faster. 

you dropped the towel on the bed and placed your hand on his face, seungcheol leaning into it. you swiped your finger under his eyes and removed his tears. the action only seemed to make him cry more. 

"i'm so sorry." you pulled him into a hug, and seungcheol immediately responded by placing his hands around your waist and pulling you in as close as possible. 

"it's okay baby, i didn't like it at all but i understand where it came from, so i forgive you. just promise not to do that again." seungcheol's eyes snapped open no light up at your words. 

"thank you, i promise to never make you cry ever again. i'll cancel all my plans for the next week, it'll be you and me, that's it." seungcheol stood up and held your waist, your hands immediately going to his neck. you smiled at his enthusiasm and it was then you realized he was sincere. the both of you kissed, leaving the troubles of the day to be washed away by the rain, and you and seungcheol emerged like a rainbow during the pain. 

and from that day onwards, seungcheol never broke his promises, he never let you cry and most of all, seungcheol never forgot to make you feel loved. 

taglist: @xomingyu . @pixieskie . @bangchansbae . @weird-bookworm .

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[1970sgothfreak]

The forgotten Twin’s birthday pt3

E/c -eye colour

*a few days Later*

You and Jon were happier than ever, he was the perfect gentleman to you but…things with your family were worse. Your brothers and father haven’t been leaving you alone, let alone letting you go on patrol by yourself!

You understood that they were trying to make it up to you, you really did but the damage was done. You were walking down the stairs when you suddenly stopped on the final step seeing Jason standing at the entrance to the kitchen, you sighed and put on a brave face before walking past him.

“Morning Y/n/-“

You shoved passed him and began making yourself a cup of tea and some waffles, luckily all you had to do was warm them up so not much trouble. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Jason with a hurt look but then you looked back down at your plate, picking up the plate with the pancakes on it you tried to manoeuvre around Jason but he wasn’t letting you leave.

*sigh* “why will you not let me leave Todd” you asked trying to not look your second eldest brother in the eyes.

“Because we need to talk”

“No we don’t, you and the others made yourselves very clear when you forgot about me at many important event and forgot to come to my events!”

You said raising your voice a little. Okay now he was just trying to piss you off because he clearly thinks that he can just sweep this under the rug and act like you’re going to be his sister again.

You groaned and walked out the other entrance to the kitchen slowly making your way upstairs and back towards your shower, you were just about to open your bedroom door when you felt a hand grab your bicep.

Based on the hand size and shape you took a deep breath in before looking back at the person who grabbed you.

“What do you want Grayson” you asked annoyed that once again he’s trying to talk to you. He smiled at you and began pulling you down towards the bat cave.

‘Guess I’m not eating these waffles’ you though as he continued to drag you down towards the cave. Once you arrived you saw Jason, Tim and Damian there, you rolled your eyes and put your food down before folding your arms across your chest.

“What is this, I have more important things to be doing right now” you stated, with a hint of annoyance in your voice which made Tim wince. He shook it off before walking up to you and smiling, you kept the straight face that you had.

“This is our formal apology little sis…we are sorry that we missed your play, and I’m sorry I forgot all about our marathons!” He stated looking like a kicked puppy.

“I’m sorry for never going to the play as well…and I’m also sorry for never showing you my old tricks..” Dick said with a hint of disappointment in his voice

“And I’m sorry I never came to any of our lunch dates and left you all alone and probably embarrassed” Jason mumbled

You looked towards Damian who kept his head down, you knew he was too proud of himself to apologise but you also knew your twin…he was never this quite. He walked up to you and…hugged you? Okay now you were confused.

“My sister…I wish to also apologise, ever since father took us in I haven’t spent a moment of time with you, nor have I participated in any twin activities with you and for that I’m sorry” he said voice muffled from your jumper but you understood it.

They’re…sorry?

They’re sorry?!?!

THEY FORGOT YOU, ACTED LIKE YOU WERE NEVER THEIR SISTER AND ALL THEY SAY IS SORRY?!?!

You pulled Damian away from you, making him stare into your soulless E/c eyes. He and the others tense up a little at your soulless glare. You pick up your place of now cold waffles and began heading back upstairs ignoring them asking where you were going.

“Dad also wants you to know he’s sorry!” Tim shouted, hoping that would stop you and it did but not for the reason they thought.

You turned back to face and muttered

“He’s sorry that he got caught being a shitty father, not because he feels guilty”

Before turning back and heading up the stairs, he wants to ignore you and then all of a sudden pretend it’s alright then you were going to ignore him and the rest of the boys until they felt your pain too.

A/N: HI SO SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER BUT IM GOING TO NEED SOME HELP WITH PART 4 GIMMIE SOME IDEAS :D

Taglist:

@killerqueenduck

@tweetybomb

@knoxx-seresinbradshaw

@venomsvl

@snowcatlove

@sem-blog245

@vanessa-boo

@ladyagagaslefttoe

@burnaccsblog

@odinswarriorvalkyrie

#platonic #batfam angst #batfam x batsis #batsis reader #jon kent x reader #bruce wayne x daughter!reader #damian wayne x batsis #dick grayson x sister reader #tim drake x sister!reader #Jason Todd x sister reader #batboys x batsis #The forgotten Twin’s birthday

[wooahaes]

mm, i got a really big problem...

pairing: non-idol...? mark lee x fem!reader

genre: comedy? fluff.

word count: ~0.7k

warnings: an apartment door nearly gets knocked off its hinges based on how loudly it was opened.

daisy’s notes: haha! you thought this was over! now its over for real i promise. (its midnight for me hehe)

At exactly midnight, the door to your apartment was probably broken now.

To paint the scene more clearly: you, the birthday girl of the day, had been curled up in your bed... alone, because your boyfriend had been away for work. Despite the way he had pouted at you the day before he left (”I can take you with me, just hide in my luggage, they won’t know--” after his attempts to fly you with them separately didn’t work because you also had work), Mark had grown more... okay, in a sense, that he wouldn’t physically be there with you for your birthday. The two of you had already decided you’d have a make-up date after he came back (which was supposed to be tonight, since midnight had struck) and rested up. It genuinely didn’t bother you at this point: his work was important to him, and he wasn’t the one in control of when he had to leave and come back. Hell, he was supposed to be back on your birthday, the birthday date being later was because you knew he’d be exhausted.

So when your apartment door suddenly burst open with the force of someone trying to break in, your first thought was, pretty reasonably, “Oh, fuck, someone just broke into my apartment, I should get ready to run and call the cops.”

Except thirty seconds later, your bedroom door flung open to, and you were met with the face of your panicked boyfriend. “Did I make it?! It was, like, two minutes to midnight when I got here and I, like, booked it up the stairs, bro.”

You merely stared at Mark at first, processing what the hell just happened. Because, truly, what the fuck just happened.

“Baby?” He said amidst all the huffing and puffing--how fast did he book it up the stairs? “Did I miss it?”

All you could do was look at your phone, time clicking on to reveal it was not only past minute, but barely a few minutes past midnight. Wordlessly, you held your phone up, and saw the devastation on his face.

“No! Oh my god. I thought we had time,” he made his way over to you. “I got an earlier flight and everything. Aw, man...”

Finally, you found your voice. “Mark... What the hell?”

He sat down at the foot of your side of the bed. “Okay. So... We got an earlier flight. Or, well, I mean I did... and so did a couple of the guys to make sure I didn’t die on my way here, although Donghyuck said he’d be there to comfort my widowed girlfriend if I did die on my way here--” Sounded like him. His flirting with you (and your boyfriend, to be fair) never stopped since you and Mark had never been bothered by what was clearly a joke. “--and I was gonna come surprise you and be like ‘I made it!’ but I didn’t, so now the surprise is kinda ruined even if it does mean I’m back here now--”

Instead of letting him continue to ramble about how he missed you, something he always did when returning from trips, you just pulled him in to kiss his stupidly cute face. He merely smiled into it, kissing you back immediately. When he drew back, you could see the way his eyes were glimmering.

“Hi, baby,” he giggled. “I know I’m late, but happy birthday. I’m home.”

“Mark, you nearly broke the fucking door!” Someone called from the living room. The two of you shared a look, and he grew more flustered.

“Also... I may have ditched my bags on the stairs. And I think Chenle was already following me up since I forgot some of my shit in the car, so...”

You giggled, planting a quick peck against his lips. “Go take care of things,” you said. “I’ll be here when you get back.”

He started to move, only to turn back, smiling as he kissed you one more time. “I love you,” he said. “I’m glad I’m home.”

You were, too.

taglist: @twancingyunhao​

#wooahaes.fic #nct x reader #nct dream x reader #nct 127 x reader #nct imagine #nct dream imagine #nct 127 imagine #mark lee x reader #mark lee imagine #mark lee fluff #wooahaes.23

[alexlovesfanfics]

Things I would change about HOO if I had the chance

Disclaimer, I am not suggesting that I am better than Rick Riordan, BC while I do have issues with certain actions of his, what he has created is extremely impressive and without a doubt amazing. I am not suggesting that his books need to be burned and that they're terrible, but it’s important to note that no book is flawless and every book can have criticism levied against it but that should not necessarily affect your enjoyment of a piece of media.

With that out of the way, let’s get into it

The debate on whether or not to save Nico is my least favourite part of the entire Riordanverse. I despise it with every fibre of my being. Look I get why they were arguing against saving him, and I do think there's value in the scene and it shouldn't be removed, but Percy should not have accepted it. Percy and Nico may have had problems (points to Nico’s internalised homophobia + probably religious guilt, the misplaced blame of Bianca’s death, the betrayal of Percy to Hades, and probably many more examples) but Percy’s fatal flaw is loyalty. He literally took on the great prophecy for Nico. He could have asked his dad to idk. Turn him into a dolphin until Nico’s 16th birthday or something. But he didn't. Also, Nico was the one to get him the Achilles Curse which probably saved his life countless times, and Percy should at the very least want to return the favour.

Speaking of the Achilles Curse, how did they get rid of it? Are we forgetting that Percy can swim without getting wet? (Also it seemed a bit contrived to me). And before you go arguing that it lowered stakes, no it didn't! There’s a great fanfic I once read that showed what it would be like if Percy kept the Achilles curse, while also delving more into the curse aspects of it! In the end, you could clearly see why he wanted it gone! It could have been an extremely interesting plot point!

I made a post about it before but the Percy Jason rivalry was contrived. It should have been an Annabeth and Jason rivalry while Percy and Piper were the friends. Like. Both Annabeth and Jason were used to being the leaders, and while Annabeth can give up control, she doesn't usually do so. They’re both also the competitive ones so they would definitely clash a lot more than the usually laid back Percy. Honestly Percy and Piper would both be really good friends.

The Jason and Annabeth rivalry would probably be exacerbated if Jason acted like he had been raised by y'know. Wolves. To me personally it never really came across that he had been with Lupa since he was 2. He should have been more. Wild ig? Like in Caffeinated Flummiddle’s ‘Decendents of Olympus’ (I butchered their name, I’m sorry) he literally ripped out someone's throat! That’s more wolf like behaviour! And while I don't want him to be all Alpha and stuff, I would like more wolf characteristics please. Maybe a preference for raw meat, lending to the irony of him dating a vegetarian

Speaking of the vegetarian in question, I hate how they handled Drew. Traumatised girl who fought in a war, lost her older sister, and had become cabin counsellor gets humiliated by a new sister who forcefully takes her place. So once again, I’m going to take inspiration from Caffeinated Flummiddle’s work and make her aroace, and also less cruel. She’s definitely no sweetheart but she’s more sympathetic. I mean, look at it from her perspective. After all the aforementioned stuff happens to her, Percy Jackson, one of the strongest demigods and well beloved figures goes missing, the gods shut down Olympus, and suddenly there’s info on where you can find Percy after months of searching, but it’s fruitless and instead of Percy, you get 3 random people, one of whom is your sister, and is extremely mean towards Aphrodite kids, treating them as if all they care about is physical appearances (side note: I hate the interpretation of the Aphrodite cabin. Literally during Vital, they were running around offering to make ppl look good, when it would have made more sense for them to be gearing up to fight to protect their home and the people they love. After all, there’s a reason love and war are so often interlinked. I personally would have leaned more into this protector aspect. Aphrodite kids fight for love, and to protect). So Drew in my version would have rightly wary and pissed, but would bind with Piper for the course of her stay at camp, coming to see her as a sister and encouraging her to lean into her femininity. But no counsellor Piper! Idk why Rick loves to make all of his characters either Counsellors or Praetors. Out of the 7, the only non-cabin counsellors were Hazel and Frank, who were both Praetors

Leo would stay single and learn to love himself, and that his value is not dependent on his relationship status. I would prefer Hazel/Frank/Leo like in this very specific fanfic but Single Leo works better thematically. No Calypso plotline. The gods freed her and that’s that.

Actually no that’s not that. Calypso could join the hunters like her late sister. After all, after centuries of being forced to fall in love, she's probably done with it.

Idk if Reyna should join them or instead just travel around the world and chill. After all, not every single female character needs to join the hunters.

Small tweaks to Percabeth. Check my previous post for more details. Aka no judo flip scene, and more supportive Annabeth

No evil Nyx. She’s a primordial, she has better things to do than bear with demigods. This isn't a big issue but I’m not a fan of it.

ACTUALLY ADDRESS THE POISON SCENE MY GOD. CW for Suicidal behaviour but Percy was willing to let himself die! And Jason just went ‘Yeah I get it’ instead of giving an appropriate reaction!

Also idk if I'm hallucinating but I could have sworn that Annabeth once said that she got underestimated for being blonde. That was the stupidest thing ever. I'm not blonde but I can assure you, ppl don't get discriminated against bc they're blond. I feel like it would have worked better if the focus was pivoted from 'being seen as dumb BC she's blond' to being seen as dumb BC she's a girl'

Also idk if I'm qualified to talk about this but Rick really just gave us body positivity (Frank not being conventionally fit), before magically taking it away. Like maybe if he got there through exercise it wouldn't be quite as bad (though it's important to remember that not all plus sized people can exercise and get super thin, and it depends on a number of factors like your genetics and any possible medication) but just magically he got stereotypically fit, which annoys me to end BC of personal reasons

Definitely not qualified to talk about this but I remember there was a whole issue with a part of the way Rick handled Piper's Cherokee identity. I can't remember but I believe it was BC she wore eagle feathers in her hair which is only done by Cherokee chiefs? If anybody is well educated on this issue, pls feel free to educate me.

More emphasis on smart Percy. We all seem to have forgotten the diet coke scene and that is a crime

More Grover??? He went from being one of the main characters to being nowhere around

There's probably more but I can't remember right now. Might make a part 2

#percy jackson #annabeth chase #nico di angelo #heros of olympus #jason grace #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #piper mclean #leo valdez #hazel levesque #frank zhang #reyna avila ramirez arellano #grover underwood #heros of olympus critical #rick riordan critical #tw Suicidal behaviour #suicide #lmk of i need to add more tags #shut up alex

[justme-1723]

Ep. 5 Ramblings (After watching it a second time)

- Protective Sand is so sexy. (This is important information and vital to the plot 🫣)

- The way Ray & Sand compliment each other is just *chefs kiss* (Sand is a natural caregiver and Ray wants/needs to be taken care of) Their sarcasm. The way they can banter back and forth. Sand knows when to tease him and Ray knows when to pout/give puppy eyes. Sand stands his ground and Ray gives in. Ugh, I could go on and on.

- Nick interrupting SandRay, but also leaving as quickly as possible because he ships it was king behavior.

- Ray eating his breakfast after Sand asks him to (even after he said he didn’t want it at first) was so 😩

- I’m not sure if anyone else noticed this… The face Ray made after Sand told him that he didn’t trust him with his life broke my fucking heart.

- Ray smiling after Sand helped him with his helmet (while Sand was facing away from him no less). You aren’t slick babe. We see those heart eyes 😻!

- The entire clothing store scene! Everything about it was perfect. That second outfit he chose for Ray was horrible and I wanted to rescue our sad meow meow.

- Mew is so fucking adorable. That’s it. That’s all I have to say.

- But seriously… Top seemed genuinely concerned for him and was also ready to destroy the person who almost ran Mew down. One point for Top.

- Nick & Boston were entirely too sweet the majority of the episode. I didn’t believe it, but I also couldn’t help loving it because Mark is just fucking precious.

- Nick changing his entire identity just to keep Boston interested was super depressing. It was also very realistic and relatable… I felt called out honestly.

- Summer. Sweet Summer. I just love that she backed off and didn’t make things awkward. I also found it interesting that Ray chose to tell Sand that he wasn’t flirting, just simply keeping her company. He then completely shifted his attention away from Summer once Sand returned and didn’t even notice that she left.

- I’ve said this before, but Ray looks so damn happy anytime he’s with Sand. He’s relaxed. He’s lighter. He smiles so big and bright. He just seems comfortable and free.

- The TopMew date was very interesting. Loads to unpack and I’m still trying to figure out how I feel about it. Something about them is just… off. I think it’s supposed to be this way. Like… Top says I love you first and I was so shocked. I literally couldn’t process it lol. I honestly have no idea if he was sincere or not.

- Boston wasn’t a dick to Mew when he called for advice about sleeping with Top. Good for you babe.

- Nick is helping with their graduation project? Like… it’s nice of him, but what the fuck?

- I know most people will disagree, but Top didn’t look happy at all when he saw Nick & Ton together. At first glance, I thought he was jealous, but also disgusted? But after watching the episode again I’m conflicted.

- The entire scene with Sand’s mom was amazing. She’s sort of a mess and I feel like there is a lot more to this part of the story, but I loved her so much. I do think Sand has had to take care of her for a big portion of his life. He said himself they are more like friends which is good and they clearly talk about everything, but it makes sense that he’s someone who needs to be in control because his childhood was probably chaotic.

- Ray sang a love song to Sand for his birthday. Okay bestie.

- They opened up to each other about their parents 😭😭😭😭😭!!! This scene was my favorite of the episode. They really took a huge step forward here in terms of trust & communication. (this brings me back to them wearing the exact same shoes in episode one. They might be from different financial backgrounds, but they are more alike than they know. They’ve walked similar paths. Blah blah you know what I’m trying to say!)

- Nick, sweetheart, love of my life. You just had to drag Boston up the steps and into your apartment?! You couldn’t let him suffer alone just this once?

- Sand & Ray being total boyfriends in front of Nick & Boston was just everything I ever wanted. I truly thought Ray was going to freak out when he realized Ton saw them, but he didn’t give a flying fuck and continued to be his clingy self with Sand right in front of their salad.

- I hate you, Boston. I also want to hug you because I think you hate yourself.

- The bed scene with Sand & Ray was devastating. Ray tried so hard to reach out, but Sand couldn’t take his hand. He has so much baggage surrounding whatever happened with his ex and Top, that I’m sure he felt so fucking stupid for letting it happen again. Like great I love someone else who doesn’t love me back. I just wanted to wrap him up and protect him from the world. My heart broke for Ray too. He started the process of moving forward only to have his past thrown back in his face. You could tell how bad he felt for Sand and how desperately he wanted to fix things.

- That final Happy Birthday was so unnecessary and I expect an apology from Khaotung and Jojo because watching First (yes I said First not Sand) shed that single tear was too much from me to handle.

#only friends the series #ofts #only friends series #first kanaphan #khaotung thanawat #mark pakin #neo trai #force jiratchapong #book kasidet #sandray #topmew #bostonnick #forcebook #firstkhao #neomark #gmmtv series #gmmtv

[ghostflowerhotpotch]

I just saw the Spiderverse Twitter account, and they posted a Happy Birthday post for Miles today. It made me think of your birthday theory, so I guess we finally have an anwser that his official birthday is August 3?

Aaand I got to this late, because the day it was sent I got too busy, and then because it was outside the date I just keep pushing it.

So, now we have Miles' birthday as August 3 (No idea if this was original for the comics or what,) so, just for funzies, let me throw out the other things I collected related to the timeline.

Which I had just given up because there is no fixing on this one.

Let's start with what we have in ITSV.

So I needed to use some photoshop magic to try to make it more visible, but I would not blame anyone for not believing me, but I am pretty sure it says November in this newspaper.

(Smaller for comparison because it is somehow more legible.)

What we can see clearly, is that it was indeed in 2018.

And once you try to piece things with Across the Spiderverse, is when you need to just go with your personal headcanons and concepts because the only one to make this match would be having Miles's universe work with numbers and months in a totally different way (Which is plausible all things considered.)

Here is the only piece of information you actually need to remember because is the only one that is important.

That matters, because aside from being actually spoken about (unlike the dates which could be anything and wouldn't make that much of a difference.) This carries weight in the sense of how Miles has developed as spiderman, as well as more context as to why he is missing everybody else more and more.

Now here is the date we see on ATSV at the beginning of the movie.

July 11 of 2023.

As you can imagine, a year and four months from November 2018 doesn't make July 11 of 2023, heck even only 3 months wouldn't make it go from November to July.

This means if you absolutely want everything to fit, you would need to reorganize Miles' calendar, and how his universe uses numbers (or at least for dates;) which honestly? Could be a rad idea for someone looking for a challenge in worldbuilding, I think trying to create parallel societies where small things are wildly different is fascinating.

Not something I can pull off.

So in my case, I will probably move around any dates for my stories depending on what I need to do; may or may not come up with my own timeline if I need to, but that's it.

I am guessing this may annoy some people, and if I am honest my opinion is: meh.

While details like this normally bother me because I can't justify my way out of this one with headcanons; I am extremely bad myself about establishing timelines; so I feel I can't say much. In all honesty this feels like a minor flaw because those dates aren't even important to the story, they are blink and you miss it details which is why this information wasn't conveyed to the next movie; they weren't meant to be important.

But not gonna lie, I also can't be bothered about this because I had seen, so, SO much worse, than this in comparison feels like a blip in the radar.

What to know what is pain on a timeline? Rick Riordan books.

#atsv #across the spiderverse #miles morales #spiderman #into the spiderverse #itsv #I may regret dropping the name of that guy #to be honest it has been impressive it took me this long to mention it #basically any flaw this movie or the previous may have will probably not bother me because #this man has trained me through pain and suffering

[mrs-monaghan]

Hello, you know i was actually just doing some thinking and i wonder why Tkkrs call Jkkrs delusional or Jokers. They are are so quick to call Jkkrs delusional when we are actually the only ones who have legitimate reason to suspect Jikook are more than friends.

. GCF’s: This was literally the thing that put Jikook ship on the map! B4 this not many pple saw Jikook as a thing! Many pple in the fandom actually thought Jk didn’t like Jimin. . Tokyo Trip: Jk didn’t only take Jimin to Japan for his birthday but also made a very beautiful video which Jimin wasn’t even aware of! He could have literally used any song but he chose to use “There 4 u” by Troye Sivan! And Jk paid for everything too for the trip! Also they were in a hotel room that had a glass separating the bathroom😏

.Jk only giving Jimin a gift .

.Members telling us Jk always goes to sleep in Jimin’s bed.

Watching the first snow together, matching clothes on Valentines day, Jk’s birthday messages/tweets to Jimin, Tae telling us on more than one occasion that Jk was with Jimin at ungodly hours of the night and Jk was stopping Jimin from coming to him(Tae). The only two members who happen to alway know each others hotel rooms even when the other members (including Tae) don’t know! Let’s not forget the fact that we all saw Jimin literally almost obsess over Jk, asking himself why he liked Jk so much!

.Rainy day story! Even the members teased about how romantic the story sounded (and again it seemed like the members were not even aware of this fight)

.MAMA 2018: That whole night was something else for Jikook! Even non shippers could see there was definitely something happening there! NOBODY looks at their bros/friend the way Jk looked at Jimin that night!

.Rosebowl: Till date, there is still huge debate on whether there was an earsuck moment or not, but either way, there was absolutely NOTHING platonic about that moment! Not the I Love u’s which they were clearly saying to each other, or the way Jk encompassed Jimin and gave him that little kiss on the side of his head! Whether u think there was an ear suck or not, that moment wasn’t platonic! Let’s not forget how Jimin only started crying when Jk started screaming "I Love You” without the “you guys”.

.Hickeygate: Now this is also another huge moment! Jk and Jm claimed it was a bite, but unless u are telling me Jm has some weird ass teeth, I don’t see how any of that looked like a bite mark! And if indeed it wasn’t a bite (as i suspect it wasn’t) do you know how long Jm’s lips would have had to be on Jk’s neck to leave that mark? So Jk just let Jm have his lips on his neck for that long and they are just bros?😒

Jk climbing a mountain and getting snow for Jm cuz he knows Jm loves snow! Now i know JK is super sweet to all his hyungs! I’ve seen him cook for Tae, cook for Hobi and he had done many sweet things for all his hyungs, but waking up, going to a mountain to get snow for someone cuz u know they love snow, now that is extra!

Making a huge pancake for JM cuz he had to do penalties! Let’s not also forget how they were always glued to each other in and outside of work and the staff even mentioned they had never seen them apart backstage! Let’s not forget the members asking them on more than one occasion if they are a couple, cuz they just kept doing couply things. Let’s not also forget how the members (especially Joon) act around them! RM is always on his feet when it comes to those two.

Them alway being with each other on important days! Eg, Valentines day, watching the first snow, Jimin flew from paris just to be with Jk for a few hours on his bday, JM was with Jk at 4am on his bday in 2020, JM doing his bday Live in Jk’s studio in 2021 and Jk getting him a cake with "you are my park filter" written on it, Jm going to see Jk on his bday in 2022, Jikook spotted together on white day 2022, Jikook being together on Chuseok, JM getting back to korea on valentines day 2018 and being spotted out with Jk and sungwon on feb 15 etc.

Jk going to Jimin’s room 3 times a day and at odd times like 1:50am, and let’s not forget that position we saw them in at Jhope’s JITB party last year, Jikook leaving PTD vegas last year together in the same car, after Jk slow danced with Tae and Sat on his laps at the concert (talk about fanservice)

Jk’s mom making seaweed soup for Jimin’s bday which Jk proudly told us about, Jimin saying what makes him happy is waking up and seeing Jk in the morning! Jikook sharing a car for the longest time! Let’s also not forget the fact that two of were are always there cheering and watchinv eo during their solo rehearsals! Also, the whole YOU ARE ME I AM YOU. Also, the fact that they are known as the Sun and moon duo and Jm has a moon tattoo and Jk has a sun tattoo🤔

Jk going Live for almost two hours to promote Jimin, something he has never done b4, let’s not forget how his eyes lit up everytime Jimin commented on his Lives! I could go on but I can’t remember everything!

So after all of these, why are Jikookers called delusional or Jokers when we have REAL reason to believe Jikook are more than friends? None of the things i’ ve listed above are theories! Everything is a fact! Things that have happened b4 our very eyes so we are we the delusional ones?

What do Taekookers have? Theories, eye contact, made up hangouts and hickeys, hangouts with friends, Jk calling V handsome, Jk and Tae breathing the same air, Jk and Tae standing close to eo, Jk and Tae knowing something about eo, lies lies lies and more lies! What REAL reason can they bring to show that they are not the delusional ones? Skinship, the same skinship that they do with everyone? I don’t get it! How are we the delusional ones when it’s been proven that Jk spends most of his nights with Jimin? If Taekook are a thing, when exactly do they have couple cuddle time when Jikook are almost always together at nights? Even now that we see alot of Jk and Tae hangouts, it is proven that they always go back to their own houses after hangouts! Even on white day when Taekook were both in Korea but Jimin was not, Jk went live for hours! So when exactly does he spend alone time with Tae? Cuz even when we see them, they are never alone! So why are Jkkrs the delusional ones? I don’t get it!

Now everyone is desperately trying to prove Jikook are not together or never were, or have broken up or ar distanced just because of lack of content and the fact that Tae and Jk have hungout a few times! How do their hangouts cancel Jikook? They hangout a few times with friends and go back to their respective homes, so how does that cancel Jikook? Jikook hangouts cancel Taekook because, why will Jk be together with JM at 4am on his bday instead if being with Tae? Why would Jk be spotted out on white day with Jm instead of Tae? Why are Jk and Jimin always together at night (all nighter friends) why does Jk go to Jimin’s room at 1:50 am to hangout when he should be cuddling his boyfriend Tae? Why is Jimin always trying to Kiss Tae’s boyfriend, we have never seen Tae try to do something like that with Jk, but we have seen Jimin try to kiss Jk several times! Why would he do that knowing that Jk and Tae are together? We have never seen Taekook do anything with eo they haven’t done with some other member at some point, but we have seen Jikook do alot to eo they haven’t done with anyone else! Jimin has never tried to kiss anyone else, Jk has never put his hand into anyone else’s shirt to touch their skin, Jk has never sucked anyone else’s ear, (atleast not the way he did it to Jimin) Jk has never been caught going into his hotel room with another member when they didn’t know there were cameras! Jk has never been caught standing in a dark corner with another member with hands touching and heads close together! Jk has looked at all members with heart eyes but he has never looked at any other member for the suspiciously long amounts of time he looks at Jimin sometimes, Jk has also never pretended to whisper to any other member just to touch faces ( and this didn’t happen just once)! So again i ask, why are Jikookers the delusional ones? When our moments do not need analysis cuz they are right there in your face or the members tell us themselves so why are we the Jokers?

The fact that the fandom is filled with so many Tkkrs will always baffle me! I mean if you are a tkkr because Tae and Jk are your biases and not because you ship them, i get that, but for all those die hard Tkkrs who continuously hate on Jimin, twist members words, call members liars, attack the company and call Jikook fanservice just to prove ur ship is real, I honestly don’t have words for you! Read this and tell me realistically who the delusional ones are!

Anon when u put it like that....

That's ALOT! And it's not even everything.

Its strange to me because atp it does seem like people ship tkk for the sake of it. U know what I mean? Like whats the point of fighting for something so hard without looking at all angles? All possibilities? Jimin is my fav i looked into all his ships. So if V is your fav look into all his ships too. Don't just decide- oh V is my bias so I wanna ship him and no one else. Fuck evidence, fuck logic, I'm doing this and I dont care. You go to YouTube and see what happens when u correct them. They say "who cares"

(And if u must ship V it would make more sense to do it with Jin. Not JK. Otherwise you will never stop complaining about it being one sided AND you will have content!)

So yes, they're the dillusional ones because they don't care. They just wanna ship for the sake of it.

What i wish is, if only they could stay in their lane and stop coming to our spaces. Just be dillusional over there. It would be so nice and lovely and peaceful and there would be no wars. Because jkkrs only fight with them because of the hate they give to Jimin and sometimes even JK. Coz they're insecure.

Anyway, I agree anon. Its a great question why we are the dillusional ones when we have mountains of evidence. Even this video by a none shipper gets it. Why is it that we have the most content?

Because Jikook are together all the damn time! If I were JK's partner I'd have serious issues with how much time he spends with Jimin. Fr fr

#jikook is real #the vermin #jikook #kookmin #minkook #bts #jimin and jungkook #park jimin #jeon jungkook #bts ask #ask shaz #Taekook is not real #the shade

[ravensinthedaylight]

Blow out the Candles - Blackhill x Daughter!Reader

Hii! Could you write about teen who is nats kid, nat and maria have been together for some time and now maria wants to like adopt nats kid.

I hope you understand what I mean 😅 have a nice day ❣️

Also a post made:

I need a fic where Nat and Maria are together and teen reader is nats daughter and for her bday Maria wants to adopt her

Readers Age: 11 Years Old

Requests: Open

Summary: Maria, your mama’s girlfriend, doesn’t come to your birthday party due to work, the day after you hear a conversation between her and your mama that you don’t fully understand. Two days later you receive an envelope as your birthday present. And you couldn’t be happier.

@tynix I hope this is ok!

You first met Maria Hill before the fall of SHIELD when you were around seven.

She was a nice woman, she was stern and strict, but she was nice.

She was your Mama's commander. And she was surprisingly great with kids, something that the majority of the SHIELD agents and officials couldn't wrap their heads around. Tony Stark's jaw dropped to the ground when he had seen her interacting with you and four of Clint Barton's children, Kate, Lila, Cooper and Nathaniel.

You never understood the 'Hardass Hill' nickname she was given.

When SHIELD fell and after your Mama had avoided prosecution for the files she had leaked life changed, but not for the worst, well not really.

It was hard to get used to. Instead of your mom having her own apartment she took Tony up on his offer to move to the tower. That was the best part.

You were introduced to so many new people, all of your mama's team mates became your uncles, even. You loved it at Avengers tower.

The original six Avengers weren't the only occupants of the tower, of course. There was Helen Cho, Nick Fury, Pepper Potts and most importantly Maria Hill.

You didn't know what it was about Maria that made you like her so much, you supposed it was just because she was so damn cool.

You would even argue that she was just as cool as your Mama. Which you would never say to her face, of course.

A few times a week while you were watching TV in the common room Maria would come in and sit down on the couch with you along with a bowl of pop corn. She would place it in between the two of you. Now looking back it was clearly an act to win you over, and it worked.

It was an unspoken tradition by this time. You supposed that you were both friends. That made you happy. You liked being friends with Maria.

After two or three months of that, your mama started to join in, she would sit in between the two of you with the popcorn on her lap. This made the two of you sit closer to her.

When you were all in the middle of the movie 'Up' you noticed they were both holding hands. You looked up at your Mama, and then over to Maria, and go gave them both the traditional Romanoff smirk. It seemed your Mama like Maria even more than you did.

It didn't take long for Maria and Natasha to finally tell you they were dating, and you couldn't have been happier.

Today was the day you turned eleven, and you wanted to spend the day with both your Mama and your Masha, but there was one problem.

Maria wasn't there.

You woke up bright an early, which sent Natasha's plans to make you breakfast in bed out the window.

"Mama?” You spoke softly as Natasha placed your blueberry pancakes in front of you on the kitchen island.

"Detka?" She replied as she took a seat beside you, placing her hand soothingly on your back as she did so.

"Where's Masha?"

"Masha feels bad she couldn't be here this morning, malysh. She had some really important work to do for Fury"

You nodded. "Will she be back for my party?"

Natasha spooned nutella onto your pancakes. "| don't know, but what I do know is that she'll definitely try"

You accepted that. "You're staying here, though. No working today? Since it's my birthday"

She leaned in and placed a kiss on your crown. "Not even if the battle of New York was to repeat itself this very second would I ever think of leaving you today"

You wrapped her arms around her neck and she pulled you onto her lap, you may be eleven but you would never be too old for moments like these.

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Somehow your Mama had been convinced to allow Tony to plan your party (which was a surprise up until yesterday when Tony had excitedly let it slip)

It was a fun party (how could it not be Tony Stark had thrown it, he never spared expense on anything) an everyone had a great time, including yourself.

But there was just one thing missing, one thing Tony had failed to get but something he couldn't buy.

Masha.

You had kept telling yourself that she would show up, despite knowing that there was a possibility she wouldn't.

And it hurt a bit. But you were a big girl. You were 11.

You slept in your mama's bed with her that night. It had been early morning when she dragged you upstairs from the party when your eyes started to droop, you got dressed and hopped straight into her bed.

It wasn't unusual for the two of you to sleep in the same bed.

It was around six am when Maria arrived back to the apartment. She seemed exhausted, also.

But she tried not to wake you and your Mama as she got herself into sleep clothes.

But you were awake anyway. Some sort of hurt in your chest.

Maria got into bed on the other side of you, your back was to her, your hand was holding Natasha's.

She placed a firm kiss on the back of your head, afterwards going to pull your 'sleeping' form closer to her in what would have been a cuddle, but that was the last thing you wanted from her right now, she hadn't even wished you a happy birthday yesterday, hadn't asked Mama to pass on a messege and/or hadn't even left a card or anything.

You slowly slid away to escape her reach and wrapped yourself around your Mama, who pulled you closer to her, not understanding what was going on and wrapped her arms tightly around you.

You didn't see Maria's face, but for some reason you felt guilty and hoped that hadn't hurt her feelings too bad, you just wanted to prove a point

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The next morning when you woke up they were both gone, but the blanket had been pulled tightly over you.

You slowly got up, shivering as your feet touched the cold floor.

You walked quietly into the kitchen, with the thin blanket Natasha kept at the end of her bed around you.

"I really just don't understand why they keep fighting us on this! All they have to do is sign some stupid papers."

"I know but it's not simple, she's your daughter, Nat."

"I know but Y/N never wants to go to back Russia again. You know what happened to us there."

That perked your interest, they didn't seem to notice you at the door, so you hid behind it and listened.

"It's not that simple, she was born and... raised... in that country and she's still a minor. They still have a bit of control"

"Raised." Nat scoffed.

"Either way, very soon we'll get the turnout we want and her guardianship will be granted, and then we can have our own little family"

You put the pieces together in your mind because of that one sentence. Maria's words hitting far too close to home. You seemed to be misunderstanding.

"I think we could get a better trainer, too. She needs to know these things if-"

You stood at the door, eyes filling with tears and shaking slightly.

It was then Natasha noticed you.

"How's my eleven-year-old doi-"

"You're sending me back?!"

Natasha looked at Maria wide eyed and then back to you.

"What?"

"You're getting rid of me! You're sending me back to Russia! You're sending me back there! You don't want me anymore!" You cried.

Natasha almost jumped off her chair and raced in front of you.

"Y/N no no no no no!"

"You don't want me! Now that I'm older! They want me back there!!!!" You were breathing faster now, not really thinking clearly.

"Y/N stop it, we're having a miscommunication!"

Maria was making her way over to the two of you.

"No! You said you wanted to start your own little family! I heard you!" You cried, stepping back from the two women who were kneeling down to you, Natasha had her arms out. "You don't need me anymore! You don't want me anymore!"

“Sweetheart come here! Let me hug you, we all need to calm down!"

"No! You said that the guardianship would be granted! And you nodded! You're giving me back to Russia!"

"Bambina that's not what I meant." Maria said softly, "And even if it was, that's not how it works."

Natasha went to move closer to you. "Baby-"

“Now that you have your new life you don't want anything that reminds you of your old one, of there! That means you don't want me." You were spiralling now, your chest was closing in, it felt harder and harder to breath.

Natasha gasped, as if the very thought appalled her, but you didn't buy it, you weren't in the right state of mind.

"Y/N, you're the reason I got through all that! If it wasn't for you-"

"You're lying!"

"No, sweet pea, l'm not." Natasha put two hands on your shoulders, causing you to sob.

"Please don't send me back there Mama!"

Natasha's heart broke. "I don't wanna go back, they were bad."

It was Masha who picked you up and placed you on her lap.

The three of you sat on the floor of the kitchen at 10AM, and there was already a child who was hyperventilating uncontrollably and two adults who were both shook after the events.

Maria rubbed your back. Turning so you couldn't see the tears on Natasha's cheeks.

"I'm sorry I scared you" Maria murmured. "I could've worded that better."

You hiccuped and nodded. "t's ok, just don't send me back."

Maria gave you a squeeze. "Never."

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You were still startled an hour later. Natasha sat you on her lap while she sat in on the couch, you both watched Harry Potter.

You were both quiet.

"You're the best part of my life." Natasha told you. "Even the thought of not seeing you everyday, not having you with me, not having you safe and protected, it makes me sick, physically sick."

You nodded. "Я люблю вас."

Natasha smiled. "я тоже тебя люблю."

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Two days later you sat at the kitchen island eating your cheerios, what happened a few days ago still fresh in your mind, neither Nat or Maria spoke about it, which you were thankful for.

Maria entered the kitchen with files in her had, a usual thing considering what she did for a living.

She sat across from you, pulling out the box of cornflakes.

"I'm sorry I was so busy, bubs."

You nodded. "It's ok. I get it."

"It's not ok. I didn't get you a card or even a present."

"That doesn't matter, Masha." You insisted.

Maria smiled at you knowingly and waved the envelope she entered with. "So I guess you don't want this?"

You went to say something but quickly shut your mouth, making Maria have to suppress a laugh.

You didn't want to make it too obvious. But boy you wanted that envelope.

"I wouldn't mind. You already got it which I'm thankful for."

Maria snorted. "Here."

You tried not to be too quick in grabbing the envelope, but you were almost positive you failed.

You ripped it open and pulled out the letter inside.

Although your eyes darted to Maria once they scanned the document.

"What does this mean?" You didn't know wether to believe this or not, it seemed to be too good to be true.

*It means that me, you and your mama will be a real, legal, little family. Just the three of us. But only if you want this."

You stared at Maria for a good thirty seconds, although you could feel her getting more and more nervous the more you stayed quiet.

"Is this what you were talking bout with Mama the other morning?"

Masha nodded. "it is, Bubba."

"So... when you said that you and Mama could have your own little family. You meant the three of us. Not just you and Mama."

"Exactly, sweetheart."

"So you don't wanna send me back?"

"Never in a million years."

You smiled. "Can I call you Mumma now, Masha?"

Maria grinned wildly. "Of course you can, my birthday girl.

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Encantober 2023 Day 16: Grief

The end of January was always a hard time of the year for Julieta and Agustin. January twenty-sixth was the original due date for the child they were supposed to have when Luisa was two years old. Julieta and Agustin were so excited that they were having another child together, but their lives would come crashing down that spring. She got several tests done at the hospital and it was confirmed that she miscarried.

The months after the announcement were the most devastating months for Julieta and Agustin. They saw the door disappear slowly before getting a confirmation from the doctor, which made them anxious. That was when they went to the hospital to get the confirmation. The entire family grieved the loss of their potential new child, sibling, cousin, grandchild, and nibling, but Julieta carrying the child made her the most traumatized.

Now, every year on January twenty-sixth, the Madrigal family hosts a private memorial service to remember the life the child could have had with them. Alma would tell the story of the would-be Madrigal to Mirabel, Camilo, and Antonio and have a yearly candle ceremony by the lake. While they also celebrated the life the child could have had, Julieta and Agustin could not get themselves to even try to celebrate their child’s potential life.

When the child’s would-have-been eighteenth birthday approached, Alma decided to hold a ceremony at Casita and have Julieta make a cake for them. As much as she did not want to, she agreed anyway because they would still be an important part of the family, and it would have been her child, after all.

While she was baking the cake, Mirabel came into the kitchen to see her mother clearly upset while baking. She could not help but walk in to see her mother crying and see how she was doing.

“Hola, mami; I couldn’t help but notice you still crying while baking. Are you still upset about the miscarriage?”

“Si, Mirabel; I really hope you never have to deal with this when you get to my age. It’s one of the most devastating things any mother could go through. That’s why we always say how you were our miracle baby, because we didn’t think we would be able to have any more children after that.”

Mirabel sat at the kitchen island while Julieta continued gathering ingredients. “I hope you don’t mind, mami, but could you tell me about your pregnancy a little bit? I know it didn’t last long, but I wanted to know how it felt.”

Julieta signaled Mirabel to come near her. “I was so excited about having a third child. Your tia was visibly upset and jealous since she was trying so hard to conceive and knowing I was able to do so twice after her made her visibly upset. But she still supported me and was just as upset when I announced the miscarriage.”

Mirabel hugged her mother once she told that part of the story. She wanted to learn more about the older sibling she could have had, but she also knew there was not much information to be revealed since her pregnancy did not last very long.

“You also have no idea how excited your papi and I were when I was pregnant with you two years later. It was also why I got so emotional when you were born. It also made me worried because of the last pregnancy. So I was kind of overprotective of you when you were born. I didn’t even let your tia Pepa or tio Bruno hold you for a couple weeks because I was too scared of losing you.”

Mirabel began helping her mother with the cake by taking out some flour and sugar from the cabinet. “Do you remember how you felt after the miscarriage was announced?”

“It was the most devastating news your papa and I got. We went to the hospital that day because we saw the door fade and we needed to do some tests at the hospital to see if we didn’t miscarry. Once we did the test, they diagnosed the miscarriage and that was when we and the rest of the family got the news.”

Julieta put a bowl on the counter and Mirabel started to scoop flour into it. Julieta got the milk and the butter from the refrigerator and put it on the counter. “Do you still sometimes wonder what kind of gift they would have had if they were born?”

“We sometimes do; we wonder a lot of things about the child if we ended up having them. Like, what their interests would have been, or which one of the adults they would have been the most attached to. Bruno liked to joke about how they would have been the most attached to him just to tease me, since Isabela was the most attached to you abuela and Luisa was the most attached to your papi.”

Julieta took two cups of water and put it in the bowl of flour. Isabela and Luisa came into the kitchen to see their mother and sister working on the cake. “Hola, Mami and Mirabel, we just wanted to see how the cake was doing,” Isabela mentioned.

“The cake is getting done. I just needed to give Mami some motivation to make it,” Mirabel replied.

“What’s been going on?” Luisa asked.

“I’ve just been thinking about the child I would have had, like I always do when we have these ceremonies,” Julieta explained.

“Mami, I know that this is the hardest day of the year for you and papi, and you’re not wrong for still grieving for their potential life. But you still understand why Abuela holds these ceremonies every year, right?” Isabela explained.

“Si, because the life they would have had would still be special and to teach us that even the potential life is precious.”

Julieta’s daughters hugged her excitedly once she mentioned the reason. “So you still understand the meaning of these ceremonies,” Mirabel mentioned.

“And besides, you still have three amazing daughters that fill your life with joy everyday,” said Isabela.

“And you still call Mirabel your miracle baby and express how grateful you are that she’s here, alive, and healthy,” Luisa added.

Julieta hugged her daughters back. “Do you want to help me with the cake? Mirabel offered and we would need this done in a couple hours.”

“Si, mami, we would love to,” Luisa replied.

The cool-colored sisters gathered more ingredients for the cake and helped Julieta finish making the cake. They put it in the oven after gathering the ingredients and helping Julieta mix them in the batter. After a half hour, Julieta took the cake out of the oven and Mirabel got the icing out of the refrigerator, and all three girls iced the cake. Each daughter then decided to be in charge of one decorating process for the cake and it was done within another half hour. The four women looked at the cake in awe to see how great it looked.

“I’m sure it’s going to taste as great as it looks,” Mirabel pointed out.

“And it’s all because I got my three amazing daughters to help me out,” Julieta added.

Alma came into the kitchen to see her elder daughter and her three cool-colored granddaughters finishing up with the cake.

“Is the cake almost finished? You have been in here for several hours,” Alma pointed out.

“Lo siento, mama, I was just thinking about the grief this miscarriage has given me and was telling Mirabel about my pregnancy at the time. I understand that I’ve been dreading this day every year for eighteen years, and I’m still going to in the future, but I’m starting to find some more positives on this day too,” Julieta explained.

Alma smiled and gave Julieta a hug. “I knew you would one day see the good in these ceremonies. You know that we celebrate all the Madrigals in this house, even the ones we lost and never got a chance at life.”

“I understand now, mama. And now, even Mirabel understands too.”

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2nd Anniversary Borda Island Limited Episodes - Full Cast

all 21 wizards’ borda island episodes have been translated and are in one place here! order is central > north > east > west > south!

Oz and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Oz?

Oz: ... Anniversaries...

Akira: (It seems like he doesn't have much of an idea when it comes to things like that...)

Oz: I can't clearly recall any such things. I don't think it is necessary to remember them, but there are still days which I cannot forget. I do not understand why others would want to celebrate such days. It need only be clearly engraved within you.

Akira: I see... I enjoy celebrating anniversaries, though. It's nice being able to celebrate happy events over and over.

Oz: Is that how it is?

Akira: Do you have anything you want to celebrate over and over, Oz?

Oz: ...I am sure I will celebrate the day that the <Great Calamity> is destroyed and escaped fate many, many times over. I believe that will be the first time I can have an anniversary.

Arthur and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have anniversaries you celebrate, Arthur?

Arthur: I wouldn't call them anniversaries, but... When I was a child and still lived in the castle, it seemed like every day there was some sort of ceremony being held. However, when I started living in Northern Country, it seemed as if Lord Oz didn't even notice when the date changed. I remember being surprised that he didn't observe any yearly events or anniversaries. He also didn't celebrate his birthday.

Akira: Then did you not celebrate your birthday either, Arthur?

Arthur: Oh, no. One year, Lord Figaro brought me some sweets, and we celebrated it from then on. But Lord Oz read the stars to know the precise date, and would tell it to me every year. That this was the day I was born, I mean.

Cain and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Cain?

Cain: Yeah, a whole bunch. For starters, the day that you and I first met? How bright the moon was that night, the look on your face, and the words you spoke all made me so happy that I remember it really clearly.

Akira: (He's way too good at things like this... I feel so happy...) Thank you very much. Do you have any other special anniversaries?

Cain: The day I was granted the title of general, I guess. That day's definitely special to me. A month later, six months later, a year later... I remember keeping count. I was still so young and yet they'd given me such an important role, so I must've been being stressed in my own way. So each and every time, I made sure to praise myself and get myself a treat about it. Ever since I lost the title I stopped counting, but so much has happened since then... I'm sure I'll get to come up with lots more anniversaries commemorating my growth from now on, too.

Riquet and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Riquet?

Riquet: Anniversaries... There were seasonal rituals we observed at the church, but I wouldn't say any of them qualified as an anniversary to me. For me, I suppose I'd say something like my birthday? Is there anything other than my birthday to celebrate?

Akira: It can be anything. Like the day of the first time something happened. It's a day for anything you want to remember and celebrate.

Riquet: I see... In that case, I shall make an anniversary of the day I first ate Nero's cooking. It's difficult to explain it, but I truly feel my world changed that day. What I saw, what Nero said to me, even the taste of the wheat... I've thought about that moment many, many times. And each time, I feel just as blessed as I did in the moment. Could that perhaps be an anniversary?

Akira: I think that's a wonderful anniversary to have. If you told Nero about it, I bet he'd be really happy.

Riquet: Yay! Then I can celebrate the anniversary by having him make the same thing again. Master Sage. Thank you for teaching me about such a wonderful word.

Snow and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Snow?

Snow: Our birthday, of course!  We do truly love to match! It is something I celebrate with White every year. Sometimes we are joined by a great number of people, and sometimes, it is just the two of us. We have held celebrations on a boat on the river, in a manor of ice, and in a magnificent castle. To get fired up for our celebrations, we pay attention to recent trends. Dear White simply adores modern day information.

Akira: (Is that right...)

Snow: This year, Mitile has told us about a song that came to popularity recently, which is performed while also playing a banjo.

Akira: I feel like a banjo-playing Snow would be unmatched in cheeriness!

Snow: Fufu. Of course, of course. While the years have certainly piled up and I am now alone, the day of our birth does not change. This year, next year, the year after that. Until my magic runs out and I turn to stone, it is a day we shall celebrate together.

White and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, White?

White: Try as I might, I still cannot forget the date of my death...

Akira: I--Is that right. But as twins, don't you love to match each other? Wouldn't your matching birthday be a better option here?

White: Hohoho. Therefore, even the day that we both die should be the same, yes? The day Snow dies is still in the future. Because the two of us love to match.

Akira: (... I just felt a chill down my spine...)

White: Hohoho. You needn't think I'd do anything. He is a beloved part of me, after all. Such miracles happen on their own in this mysterious world of ours. If enemies who despise each other can die on the same day as one another, then a loving couple must die on the same as one another as well. It is a curious thing. And quite difficult to tell if such is a blessing or a curse. But still... I believe Snow wishes to be free until the day things end.

Mithra and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Mithra?

Mithra: I don't.

Akira: That was fast...

Mithra: Sometimes I think about taking something as a reminder, but it always rots until I can't tell what it is anymore.

Akira: What are you talking about?

Mithra: Taking down a large bit of prey. Magical beasts turn to stone, and anything else rots.

Akira: So taking down your prey is something you want to celebrate.

Mithra: Well, if it's strong enough.

Akira: Do you ever feel like celebrating the day you took something down when you remember them?

Mithra: No. I don't remember them in the first place. Once I defeat Oz, I'm sure I'll want to remember that sight time and time again, but until then, I don't really care. To celebrate my victory, I'd want to display his head somewhere in my home, but he'll turn into stone... Celebrations are difficult for Northern wizards.

Akira: They sure do seem to be...

Owen and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Owen?

Owen: Nope. I love those kinds of days, though. Anniversaries are days when humans and younger wizards eat cake.

Akira: That's true. Sweets and pastries show up at a lot of celebrations.

Owen: What kind of day do you celebrate? When it's your turn, I'll be sure to come and make a huge mess of the cake that was meant just for you. With all your fun ruined, I'l sure you and everyone you wanted to celebrate with will be completely miserable.

Akira: Ah, but... That means that you'll come running to any important celebration I hold, right?

Owen: Running... I'm not going to run to anything.

Akira: I'm still happy.

Owen: Hah? Are you stupid? I'm not going to any stupid celebration. I'm going so I can turn your happy days into horrible ones. How tragic.

Akira: I think that if you're going to act like that, if it got presented right to everyone else, they could find it fun, too... (Like it's part of a performance where you're playing a demon or something...)

Owen: What are you talking about? I don't get you...

Akira: I'll be sure to prepare an extra-large cake for you.

Bradley and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Bradley?

Bradley: It's not like I can remember each and every little day, y'know. Just how long do you think I've been around?

Akira: Ah... I suppose that's true.

Bradley: Pretty sure I used to keep track of things when I was younger, though. I had a ton of siblings, and there were a whole lot of "firsts" for me, too. But you really only find stuff like that fun for the first fifty years or so. Before long, the only thing you can remember is the faces of your dead pals.

Akira: I see...

Bradley: Hey, I'm not trying to be depressing. It's the same as tellin' stories about my scars. One of my old work buddies was this real sensitive guy. He did actually bother to keep track of each and every thing that happened. So whenever the date of someone's death came around, we'd sit and shoot the shit about them 'n eat their favorite foods. Memories are the same as my flesh and blood. That's what I mean. I've got celebrations carved right into my skin. I'll need to tell you some of those stories sometime.

Faust and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Faust?

Faust: I don't. Those are things you only remember because you have someone to actually celebrate with. I don't have any kind of day I want to celebrate.

Akira: Is that so...

Faust: It is.

Akira: (I wonder if I asked something I shouldn't have...)

Faust: ... ...I don't keep track of dates, nor do I have any days I want to commemorate, but I do have indelible memories. Someone's birthday, the day that they died, the day that we won, the day that I lost. It's not like I kept a record of the specific dates, but... [1] The memories remain. So you really don't need to be making a face like that here at the water's edge. See, a wave is coming. Go have fun in it.

Akira: (He's looking after me, too... Even if he's talking to me like I'm a cat...)

[1] Translator's Note: Because of the way Japanese as a language is structured, this line is actually way, way, way more vague than I translated it; the language lacks plurals, nor is having a specific subject required. This means that there could be many people's birthdays he's remembering, or just one person's, and the same goes for the date(s) of death as well. He could be talking about personal victories or losses, or victories and losses regarding the entire army. For the purpose of this translation, I decided to go with the meaning of Alec's birthday and the day he died, the day that the revolutionary army decisively won, and the day that Alec accused him of treason, but I want to be 100% clear that this is entirely the invention of the translator for the purposes of crafting a line that carries at least some of the meaning while still sounding good in English, which is not nearly as context-based as Japanese is.

Shino and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Shino?

Shino: Anniversaries, huh. I didn't even know my own birthday until Faust read the stars to find it out for me. Probably Heath's birthday. They let me celebrate Heath's birthday too whenever it rolled around. Like, "What should we do this year?" or "This is what I want to do this year!" or "I hope they let me join." That's how I remember it. How's that? Good and anniversary-like, isn't it?

Akira: It sure is... That's definitely how I think of anniversaries being like.

Shino: They give you a day off for nationally important anniversaries, right? Those "holiday" things. I think that Heath's birthday should be a holiday, too. Hey, Sage, you're really important, right? You should make a holiday for us. And on our day off, we can have fun together.

Akira: Ah... Do you think my authority can go that far?

Shino: You never know until you try. Under orders of the Sage, make Eastern Country make a new national holiday. Like, how about... Blanchett Day, or Sage's Wizards Day, or Lemon Pie Day, or Sherwood Forest Day. And while you're at it, you should make a holiday for curseworkers and chefs, too... And they should all be one after another.

Akira: (That's just Golden Week...)

Translator's Note: Golden Week is a week in early spring that has, as Shino suggests, a bunch of Japanese holidays in a row. Schools and a lot of jobs have that week off, so it features pretty regularly in slice-of-life genre stuff.

Heathcliff and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Heathcliff?

Heathcliff: Anniversaries... If we exclude birthdays, perhaps my parents' wedding anniversary.

Akira: A wedding anniversary! What do you do to celebrate?

Heathcliff: A banquet and a cake is prepared, and my father always gives a gift to my mother. And each year over dinner, they tell stories about how they fell in love and how they were married. It's...a bit embarrassing, but I still always love those moments all the same. My father, carefully but lovingly reminiscing as he tells his stories, and my mother, looking as if she feels so blessed to be able to listen to him... I love seeing them like that. But... Once they get to the point where I was born, I always start getting nervous. I'm well aware that a wizard being born to my parents is nothing but misfortune for them. My heart always pounds so hard each year until my father says "Our greatest blessing, Heathcliff."

Akira: Heath... There's no way your parents think of you as a bad thing... Just like they say, you're their greatest blessing. If you were my kid, I'd want to boast about you, too.

Heath: Me as the Sage's son? Ahaha, I can't even imagine that. ...But still, thank you. A wedding anniversary... One day, I'll be married to someone, too. The idea of another promise on top of the one I already have is scary. But for humans, it's a happy thing, isn't it?

Nero and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Nero?

Nero: Anniversaries... Well, it's not like I go outta my way to remember 'em. More like I can't since I can't really forget them, they come to mind without me really meaning them to. Like, "Oh, today's the day that guy died," for instance. And then without really thinkin' about it I'll try my hand at makin' their favorite food.

Akira: You're so kind, Nero...

Nero: Nothin' kind about it. It's just me putting a lid on the gloom before it gets outta hand. Makes me wanna say "Here, eat this too." Even though I always end up eating it alone.

Akira: If you'd like, on those anniversaries...well, I'm not sure if "anniversary" is the right word, but on days like that, you can ask me to come and eat with you. I'd like to eat with you, rather.

Nero: ...

Akira: Ah, sorry... I just thought you might feel lonely eating on your own... Th-that was how I pictured it...

Nero: Haha... The wind's pretty strong today. The waves are tall and glitterin' like stars.

Akira: Ah... They are, aren't they.

Nero: ...Well. I guess next time, I'll hit you up about it. Thanks, Sage.

Shylock and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Shylock?

Shylock: The day I opened my bar in the entertainment district, I suppose. I've celebrated every year, although I suppose there have also been years where I haven't been able to.

Akira: It sounds like the kind of party you'd have on a grand opening! What do you do for the anniversary?

Shylock: Many different things. There have been years where I've been the server, and years where I've been served.

Akira: With alcohol?

Shylock: Not necessarily. With gifts that have been delivered to Bar Bennet. Perhaps they will sing a song for my bar, or perhaps pen a story about it. These songs are still sung and stories still told.

Akira: The sort of gifts that perfectly suit you and your eye for beauty! They must all be masterpieces.

Shylock: While I wouldn't exactly say that, how would I put it... It's a bit like they're my cute little children. Regardless of if the songs and tales of my bar are crude and ineptly made, or if they're the height of self-conceit, I inevitably find myself growing fond of them despite myself.

Akira: Wow, I wouldn't have expected that. So you've got that sort of side to yourself too, Shylock.

Shylock: Fufu... They are adorable little things, as I said. Even now, the stories that speak of Bar Bennet are as countless as the grains of sand on this beach. From common ghost stories to tasteless erotica, the kind of things that make me want to sigh in despair, I still find it in me to want to accept them lovingly. I shall continue to count the anniversaries of my bar, casting a sideways glance to those things that would not exist if not for my bar... And spending a loving evening with them.

Murr and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Murr?

Murr: I do! The day that I got chosen to be a Sage's wizard!

Akira: The day you got chosen to be a Sage's wizard... That'd be the day that you got the marking on the palm of your hand. Do you remember what happened exactly?

Murr: Nope! But that's definitely my chosen anniversary!

Akira: I suppose it's very Murr-like to do something suprising like wanting to celebrate a day you can't even remember... But having that particular day as your anniversary is also very Murr-like!

Murr: Thank you, thank you!

Akira: Did you get chosen before your soul broke into pieces, or was it after that?

Murr: No clue! But I've got this feeling that I was longing and longing and longing to be chosen. I'm sure of it. After all, if I got chosen, it'd mean I got connected to the moon! To my beloved <Great Calamity>! Now, there's a mark that proves I belong to the moon! Look! See my palm?

Akira: The black lily crest...

Murr: Proof that my feelings and the moon are connected... Don't you think it's super romantic?

Chloe and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Chloe?

Chloe: My anniversary is, um... Keep this a secret, okay? It's the day that I first met Rustica! There's no other day that's made me happier! It's like I got a second birthday! But it's embarrassing to say something like that to him, so I keep it a secret that it's so special to me.

Akira: Secret...?

Chloe: Like, I'll secretly make something super tasty, or I'll secretly give Rustica a new accessory.

Akira: I see!

Chloe: I already give Rustica a lot of my handmade accessories, so he doesn't really notice when I give him an extra little present, but... My heart is still telling me to do it. It's telling me to say "Thank you for finding me." It's telling me to say "Thank you for taking me away from there." Because being on this journey with Rustica has made me so, so, so happy!

Akira: Chloe... I'm sure you can tell all of that to Rustica. It'd make him happy to hear that, I know it.

Chloe: No, it's fine! It'd be way too embarrassing! Besides... If he forgot about it, I'd feel so lonely!

Rustica and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Rustica?

Rustica: I'm sure I have many, but it seems I've forgotten them all. It's quite a pity, but at the moment, I simply can't remember. I'm sure if I did remember, then I would think each and every day was one worth celebrating. I'd be thinking things like "There's only a hundred days left until my anniversary," or "There's only ten more days until my anniversary."

Akira: It's like you're too excited to just wait, huh. Since you do have a wife, don't you have a wedding anniversary as well?

Rustica: Our wedding anniversary. The day my bride became my wife, and the day that I became my bride's husband. I am sure it was truly the happiest day in my life!

Akira: Yes, I'm sure! Ah... (But, speaking of... Didn't Chloe say that...Rustica's wife is probably...)

Rustica: Ah, once I find my bride, we should recreate that day together. Each day, a new wedding ceremony, and each day, a new wedding anniversary. That sounds lovely. I must find my bride and put her in my birdcage so we can do this. My dearly beloved bride.

Figaro and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Figaro?

Figaro: Anniversaries... Anniversaries, huh... Hold on a moment. My life's been so long that it takes a while for me to go over the whole thing. It's flashing before my eyes.

Akira: Flashing before your eyes...? Um, in my world, that's not...a good way to express that sort of thing, so please don't call it that.

Figaro: Is that right? Well, if that's what you want. When Oz and I were conquering the world, there was an anniversary we celebrated just one time. It was like, we'd both done after coming from the North and so we were celebrating how much of the world we'd laid waste to so far. That kind of thing.

Akira: (If not for the whole world domination thing, this would be a more heartwarming episode...)

Figaro: When Faust was my disciple, we said we'd have a celebration once his training reached a certain point. When I was cultivating the Southern Country, we said we'd have a celebration once we'd been able to get a few propery cultivated fields started. ...Now that I think about it, I really liked throwing parties whenever anyone accomplished something big. Maybe I should've become a teacher instead of a doctor. Maybe I should start working with Rutile...

Akira: You definitely are good at teaching things, Figaro. But I think that doctors can celebrate people's accomplishments just as well.

Figaro: True enough. In that case, when you become a Sage whose accomplishments get passed on in legend, I'll give you an extra special kind of party.

Akira: A...legendary sage...

Figaro: The kind of Sage none other has been before. Be it dominating the world or inciting a revolution, I enjoy cheering on those kinds of ambitious, extraordinary people.

Rutile and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Rutile?

Rutile: The days my students graduate, I think. I've only had the chance to experience it a few times so far, but it always makes my heart feel so full.

Akira: Ah... Your students.

Rutile: Yes. In the Southern Country, many children begin working as soon as they leave school, so it's the last time that they can be children. There are many children Mitile's age who are already working as well. There aren't many schools yet, so it's difficult for everyone to be able to attend. Seeing my students work so hard to graduate despite how bumpy there path is, despite how far away they had to come to be here... It makes me want to hold a special graduation ceremony so that everyone will have smiles on their faces when they graduate.

Akira: That's so you, Rutile... Once they graduate, what kind of work do your students usually do?

Rutile: Helping around their house, or leaving to other places that need workers, or even moving to Central or the West. There really isn't much of anything in the South, so even though it's perfectly nice there, it's not really possible to make much money... So a lot of the kids with big dreams move to other countries. They work hard and save up enough for their travel travel expenses and then leave. I'm sure I have a lot of students that I'm never going to get to see again...

Lennox and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Lennox?

Lennox: ... The anniversary of the founding of Central Country... Mmmm... No... I have a lot of things I've done I can never forget, but I can't remember the exact dates. When I enlisted in the army... I can remember that the day I joined was very cold, but what date was that... If I hadn't forgotten, that day would be something close to my anniversary, but I'm not sure I would celebrate it every year... But I still think of it every night. No, every night isn't right. That was an exaggeration.

Akira: It sounds like it was a very hectic time...

Lennox: That's true. I've also celebrated various things since first going to Southern Country as well. Yes... For my birthday, I'd buy meat that was still on the bone to celebrate.

Akira: Was it like a special treat you got just for your birthday?

Lennox: Oh, no. Although he's dead now, it was a treat for my herding dog. We had the same birthday. We'd spend a quiet night together, him savoring his meat, and me, savoring my alcohol. I suppose that could be considered celebrating an anniversary.

Mitile and Anniversaries

Akira: Apparently Borda Island is a pretty well known tourist spot, and there's a lot of people who come here to celebrate things. Do you have any anniversaries you celebrate, Mitile?

Mitile: I can think of a lot of things I've celebrated, but I guess my favorite would be the harvest festival? Does a harvest festival count for an anniversary? Did I get that wrong?

Akira: If it counts to you, then I think that the harvest festival counts, too.

Mitile: Thank goodness! The harvest festival in the Town of Clouds is really fun. We even get visitors from other towns. There's lots of tasty food for sale, a traveling band that plays, and people dancing along to the music. When I was little, the Southern wizards all came to the festival and told me stories about my mother. They'd say things like, "Your mother was the magnificent Great Witch Tiletta!" Everyone respected her so much! When they praised her, it sort of felt like they were praising me too, and I remember I always felt so happy about it.

Akira: You and Rutile's mother was an amazingly strong witch, wasn't she?

Mitile: Yes! I also like celebrating my birthday, but my birthday is also the same day that my mother died... So that's why I like celebrating the harvest festival best!

#mahoyaku #.mhyktl #.eventtl #.full cast #IDK HOW ELSE TO TAG THIS

[ggomos-maribat]

Petals of You

To one of my most amazing friends, a light of my life and inspiration, Robyn @the-coffee-fandom <3 I wish you a happy birthday and I hope you like this little angsty gift :3

To others, it seemed like a blessing but to her, it was a curse.

Marinette had her powers manifest at the age of five. She began seeing crimson threads, wispy and light, wrapped around everyone's pinkies. The threads would cross over, intertwine, and loop around places, connecting two or more people who were fated to be together.

Soulmates.

That was what she could see.

She wouldn't go around telling people about what she could see, of course, unless she trusted them. She'd only keep everything to herself, thinking that people didn't have to be with their fated to be happy anyway, and she'd hate a life spent on matchmaking.

As Marinette accepted her ability into her life, she started to notice soulmates who were together. She would feel a rush of happiness seeing old fated couples looking fondly at each other, shy teenagers sneaking glances at each other, and fated strangers meeting each other. One way or another, those who were soulmates would find each other in time, even without her influence.

And each passing day, she grew excited about meeting her own, smiling down at her own pinky finger with its thread loosely tied around it. Since she moved to America, the string had gotten tighter, which meant that her soulmate might be close.

Marinette looked up, hearing the bell at the door ring. She beamed, tying up a bunch of white lilies to store away for later.

"Dana! Andrew!" She greeted the middle-aged couple. "The usual hyacinths and roses?"

"Can we have red chrysanthemums for today?" Dana smiled back. "They'll look wonderful in our photos."

"Twelve roses and three red chrysanthemums, coming right up!" Marinette chirped. "How about a white wrapper?"

"That will be lovely, thank you," Andrew replied.

Even without her vision, she could tell that the two were clearly soulmates. They were regulars of hers, buying flowers either separately or together whenever they went out on dates. Apparently, flowers had been important in the beginning of their relationship, so they paid careful attention to the languages and meanings.

"Drew gave me these chrysanthemums during our third date," Dana giggled. "I kept them in a vase next to my bed."

"That's really sweet," Marinette said, plucking a ribbon from the shelves to wrap the whole thing up.

Just as she handed the bouquet to the couple, another customer entered the shop. His hair and clothes were disheveled, and his tie was loose around his neck. There was a subtle stain on the hem of his dress shirt and his shoes were frayed.

But what made Marinette freeze was the thread attached to his finger.

Which led back to hers.

Her breath caught in her throat but she tried her best to maintain her composure. She nearly couldn't hear her own voice over the sound of her beating heart when she said, "Hello, how can I help you?"

"Hi!" Her soulmate gave her a blinding smile, his blue eyes almost glittering. "Uhhh, do you have some flowers for confessing to someone?"

Marinette's smile wavered. Be calm, Mari. It might be a platonic thing right? I can't jump to conclusions. Her traitorous heart welcomed a twinge of pain. But you can't control who your soulmate will be with . . .

"Sure," she breathed out. "Err—sorry sir, I'll need more information before I can put together an arrangement."

The man raked a hand through his hair while Dana and Andrew quietly left, leaving Marinette waves of goodbye. "He doesn't even like flowers in the first place," her soulmate muttered. "Why am I doing this?"

Her hand involuntarily twitched as she glanced briefly at her own pinky. "May I suggest starting off with something light? Or do you plan on confessing right away?"

"I think we should go with that, yeah." The man nodded. "To be honest, I'm still nervous about doing it."

"I take it he doesn't really know about flower languages?"

"Probably doesn't care," he groaned. "I just want a sweet gesture. We have something, but I just wanted to make it official, you know?"

Marinette felt tears at the back of her eyes. She resisted them, refusing to break down in front him. What did I expect? That we'll meet, fall in love, and get together flawlessly?

"Subtle first, then." She shuffled to another corner to pick out the flowers. "What do you value in him? In your relationship?"

He shifted awkwardly. "We started off as friends actually. We were really close. He's . . . reliable. We've gone through a lot together and I treasure our memories." His shoulders rose and fell. "I don't know if that helps but I trust you on that."

He sounds so sincere, she thought inwardly. He must really love him.

"You can call me Marinette." She pointed to her nametag. "And let's see . . . alstroemeria and pink tulips for friendship, daffodils for joy and new beginnings, white carnations for faithfulness and pure love."

As she spoke, she took the flowers one by one, ignoring the string between then fluttering idly.

"Tim. You can call me Tim," said the man. "Thank you so much. Should I come back to get a different bouquet next time?"

She fidgeted with her fingers. "I'm sure he'll appreciate that already. But if you want to express a deeper love, you can come back if you want."

When he held the bouquet close to him, Marinette found the colors striking against him, contrasting against his eyes

"I'll definitely come back," Tim promised, handing her the cash plus a generous tip.

As he walked to the door, Marinette watched their string lengthening, phasing through the walls until it was pulled tightly once more. After checking that no one else was around, she rubbed the wetness from her eyes and went back to work.

---

Marinette gently placed a bouquet of daisies inside a vase. She barely got any sleep in the recent days, with one boy plaguing her mind and all her time devoted to working at the shop. She put a palm on her mouth to cover an incoming cough and found a stray yellow petal wedged between her fingers, probably from the daffodils she worked on earlier.

Was I too busy to notice that it got there?

Sighing, she wiped her hand on her skirt to brush the petal off. How evil, for me to find a daffodil of all flowers. It just had to be a symbol of unrequited love.

The bell at the door chimed and Marinette felt her string being pulled. Her eyes momentarily widened at the sight of Tim, looking tidier than when she last saw him.

"Good morning!" He waved a little, coming up to the counter. "Marinette, right?"

Why did her chest twist painfully when he called her name?

"Hey, Tim," she said softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "How were the flowers?"

He grinned. "Kon loved them. He won't admit it to my face but he definitely loved them. That's why I'm here to get another bouquet."

"I'm glad to hear that." Am I, really? "What will it be this time? Are you guys officially together?"

"Not just yet, that's why I need to make one more move. Oh by the way, here's something I picked up as an extra thank you for helping me out last time." Tim pulled out a coffee cup from a paper bag, setting it down in front of her. "Sorry, I wasn't sure what you liked so I got something sweet."

Astounded, she stared at the steaming cup in front of her. Why does he have to be so kind?

"Thank you. You didn't have to." She flushed. "And I love coffee in any form."

He put a hand on his chest. "That's a relief. I'm a junkie myself."

"For the next bouquet . . ." Marinette took a sip from her drink. The frothy milk was heavenly, coupled by the sweet caffeine. "What about something more classic? Red roses—twelve of them to be exact. That number is a declaration of love."

He hummed pensively. "I wouldn't want to be too cliched though. Is there anything you can add to the roses?"

"What about three stalks of sunflowers, for adoration and loyalty?" Marinette offered.

"That sounds great! Can I have a really big bouquet?"

Tim came back regularly after that. She'd suggest combinations of different flowers adhering to him and Kon's love and friendship and often, she picked out the freshest and brightest flowers out of her stocks. While she wrapped up his bouquets and attended to other customers, they would chat with each other about themselves and the meanings of flowers.

She would tell him the meanings of each of the flowers she sold him. Lunaria for honesty and sincerity. A protection plant. The reddest of jasmines for romantic love, sprinkled with yellows for optimism and happiness. Delicate carnations for admiration and gratitude.

Tim would remember all of it. He was keen in being fluent in the language of petals, and even picked out a combination of his own as a gift for one of his friends for their birthday.

And Marinette was just as eager to talk to him, nevermind the tugs in her heart and the swaying of their thread in the corner of her eyes. She found him charming. Adorable. Witty. Easy to talk to. She could see them growing close, clicking together perfectly if they had the chance outside of her work.

But in the end, she knew she was only a flower shop worker to him. Every morning, she'd wake up seeing petals next to her on the pillow, not acknowledging where they came from or how they got there. She'd only sweep them away out of sight before coughing a fresh batch.

One day, Tim came to pick up a bouquet he pre-ordered in celebration of one month of being with Kon. As Marinette put the flowers on the counter, she also brought out a smaller bunch, tucked away daintily in a decorative basket.

"What's this?" Tim raised an eyebrow.

"Just a little freebie." Marinette clasped her hands in front of her. "We had some extra flowers lying around and I figured you could use a bouquet of your own."

"It's beautiful," he marveled, carefully picking up the basket. "Does it have flower meanings?"

She laughed nervously. "I just put together random ones, regardless of the meaning."

It was a lie.

She had arranged that basket deliberately, pouring her unspoken emotions into each of those flowers in hopes of easing the dull pain she felt. Yellow acacia and gardenias for my secret love. Forget-me-nots so you could remember me from time to time. Calla lilies for my unreturned devotion. Lily of the valley shaped like tears. Buttercups for my naivety.

"Thank you so much." Tim smiled softly. "No one has ever given me flowers before. Ironic, I know."

Her voice cracked. "Thank you too. Those flowers are better off in your care."

---

A couple weeks after giving her bouquet, Tim brought Kon to the flower shop. He was exactly like how Tim described him: rough-looking, leather jacket, piercings, cropped hair. She stopped watering the potted plants the moment they came in.

"So this is where you get your flowers." Kon looked around, hands buried in his pockets.

"Yup," said Tim. "Hey, Mari, this is Kon."

"It's nice to finally meet you. Tim told me a lot about you." Marinette hoped her smile wasn't stiff when she shook hands with the tall boy. Looking down on their joined hands, she noticed something.

Kon didn't have a red string.

She blinked a few times just in case she was only seeing things. But it wasn't a trick or illusion. Kon wasn't bound to another by fate at all.

This kind of occurrence wasn't the first for her. If a living being wasn't technically born 'human', they wouldn't have a string attached to them. She had observed this in some sentimonsters who paraded as real people during her time as Ladybug. But still, she didn't know what Kon was, and she didn't have any intentions to pry.

"Good things, I hope." Kon eyed Tim, who rolled his eyes.

"I suggested we put together our own bouquet today," Tim told her.

"Sure! We have a selection over there. Feel free to pick out the flowers and I'll put them together for you." Marinette gestured to one of the walls, feeling a lump in her throat again.

"Taking this as a chance to show off your flower language skills?" Kon nudged his partner.

Tim scoffed. "I'm an expert now! Watch me."

Tim interlocked his fingers with his boyfriend's, dragging them over to the array of colorful flowers. Marinette looked away when they started whispering to each other, exchanging teasing but fond gazes.

She busied herself with wiping the counter and thinking. If Kon doesn't have a soulmate  . . . maybe I could . . . ?

She hadn't done it before, but she knew she had the ability to. The thought of taking things to that direction scared her, fear injecting right down to her fingertips. But if I want to make them happy . . . if it will make Tim happy for them to be together in the realest way possible . . .

Marinette glanced at the couple again. They were irrefutably in love, absolutely perfect for each other. It would only bring her grief if she didn't take the step she needed to. Maybe I'd still have a chance to find someone else, right?

She gingerly lifted her hand, looking at the string that connected her and Tim. She pinched a part of it between her thumb and index and pulled, severing the string completely. Her hand went up to her lips to give the thread one last goodbye before she blew it towards Kon's direction.

It worked like magic. The lost thread immediately wrapped around Kon's pinky, giving him a fated one, an eternal connection to Tim.

Meanwhile, tiny flowers began to bloom at the base of Marinette's finger. Flowers only she could see.

---

Tim entered the coffee shop with a skip in his step. He was on this way to work and decided to stop by the flower shop to bring Marinette coffee. But when he slipped through the door and past a small crowd inside the shop, it wasn't Marinette who was manning the counter, but instead it was an elderly lady.

"What can I get for you dear?" The lady asked with a sad smile that couldn't reach her eyes.

Tim scanned the pre-ordered arrangements prepared on the counter and shelves. Lilies. Chrysanthemums. Gladioli. Orchids. Aren't these funeral flowers?

"Sorry, is Marinette around? I brought her some coffee," he said sheepishly.

The lady's smile quickly fell at the mention of the girl. Her eyes locked on the ground. "Marinette is . . . Marinette's not working here anymore," she replied quietly. "She passed away two days ago."

Tim almost dropped the coffee cups. Marinette? Gone? Without a word? Was there an accident? Was she caught up in a Rogue attack? He swallowed. "Can—can I ask what happened to her?"

The old woman's lips pursed together, irises glistening. "We don't know. She passed in her sleep and the doctors found nothing. She wasn't sick at all before that except for a mild cough."

His hands went cold. No, there has to be some explanation. With a hitched breath, he looked at the flowers for mourning decorating the shop. It's all for her.

"Our regular customers ordered lots of flowers. They loved her so much, that sweet girl." The woman dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief, touching a branch of a fake plum blossom in a pot next to the register. "Would you like to offer some as well?"

"Ye—yes." Tim cleared his throat, still stunned by the disappearance of his friend. "Some marigolds and pink carnations, please." 

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#timkon #timari #timinette #maribat marinette dupain cheng #maribat tim drake #maribat #ggomoz #maribat fic #angst no happy ending #major character death #hanahaki au #soulmate au

[truly-morgan]

[JL draws on jiujiu presentation documents]

RenCheng | Mo Dao Zu Shi Modern AU 04-11-2021

[#rencheng modern days]

Jiang Cheng isn't the one at the top of the Jiang company after his father and mother passed away because he was never the successor on paper and the greedy people at the top managed to take the president's place.

He still has a good post, good enough that the money he makes is more than enough to raise jl on his own, but he is kept away from the top.

"We are waiting to see if you can do the job" he was told.

So Jiang Cheng works his ass off to prove it.

This causes him to reach exhaustion as he needs to take care of a young child, which he has no experience in doing so. adding to this all the work he has to do plus overtime at home too.

Then one time he is assigned this really important meeting with people from the Gusu Lan co. (it took a lot of convincing to have it).

but horror, he realised that parts of his paper and presentation have cute drawings made with crayons on them!!

a very sleep-deprived, stressed out and exhausted jc is mortified by this, wants to start crying and for the ground to swallow him.

But his voice barely wavers when he realises that, acting as if nothing was wrong.

It is readable.

everything else goes smoothly and jc would consider it aced 100% were it not for him not realising his little lemon boy had decided that his jiujiu important paper and presentation were meant for drawing. He was in a hurry in the morning and didn't check back.

he simply wishes Lan Qiren won't comment on it as he praises him for his good presentation and talk more about the possible contract and answers some question.

"And about this... duck," lqr says as he looks again at his papers, jc feeling like dying again.

he does get flustered this time around, now that he doesn't have a presentation to rely on. "I am sincerely sorry for this unprofessionalism," he says, "My nephew seems to have drawn on them without me noticing, I can ask for a new copy to be printed for you" he suggests.

He is a bit stunned when lqr declined, keeping the papers with the drawings.

Later on, he is relieved to hear the Gusu Lan co. did sign up with them, also relieved not to hear about his little crayon drawing incident.

Little does he know lqr grew immediately found of the man he believed should have taken over the company who is clearly doing his best with his nephew, he can understand him on that front.

They meet again on one of jc days off as he was taking jl out for his birthday. He is more relaxed now that this isn't a professional setting.

he even dare accept a dinner date suggested by lqr ("And if you want you can bring your nephew too, I understand how hard it can be to find a babysitter sometimes").

and like this, they keep meeting, jc falling for the gentleman.

lqr even manages to snatch jc away from those greedy men who won't leave him a chance and know jc will bloom better in an environment that gives him the chance to do so.

later in life jc manages to buy back the jiang company after they went nearly bankrupt.

one night, after jc finally moved in with lqr, he was searching for something in the office, only to find a familiar paper.

a presentation sheet with a duck crayon drawing. He is surprised to find this, but also still a bit embarrassed at the memory.

he is a bit surprised when arms snake around his waist, a large torso settling against his back as lqr placed his head next to his.

"Why do you still have this" jc asked.

lqr hums a bit amused, kissing his neck gently.

"Because this is the day I started to fall for a beautiful young man who did a great presentation and had a loving and warm look in his eyes despite the cute drawings his nephew did on his important papers".

something about jc was not even the slightest mad about it, tired maybe, but also loving. He did find out quickly just how good he was to his nephew, treating him like his own son.

This and his pretty face had been extremely charming to him.

maybe chuckled a bit as lqr kissed his neck some more.

He may be still embarrassed by that presentation, but he would also cherish this ducky if it was one of the reasons lqr fell for him.

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(this started with my thought being "What if jl drew on jc important presentation paper"

I feel like it sounded better in my head ksdjbvibh anyway hope y'all love jl being the best accidental matchmaker)

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[countlessrealities]

@shctupmeg sent:

Once she’s let in the house she just charges in with a big sack of Christmas presents. “Merry Christmas! Just call me Santa 'cause I got you guys so many presents!” She announces before dumping presents from said bag.

Each sibling was given at least seven gifts each. For Summer, it was various articles of designer clothing, jewelry and also some handmade stuff such as a friendship bracelet and a picture frame with a picture of her at Meg's at one of their sleepovers. For Morty, he got a collection of different comic books, video games and a photo album, which had pictures of the two of them on their dates, but also them with their shared boyfriend as well.

After all the presents Meg had been showing their way in the days that preceded Christmas, both Summer and Morty thought that they would be prepared for what would come the day of the festivity. After all, it wasn't like the girl could get too many things, considering what they had already received.

Or, at least, that was what they had thought, at least until their friend barged into their house, looking very much like a pink Santa Claus with the big sac she was carrying with her. Apparently, whether she knew it or not, she had been hellbent on prove them wrong, and she had chosen to do it with style.

Summer was the first one to recover from the surprise and she managed, once again, to catch her part of the gifts before they could drown her, but her eyes still remained a little too wide, betraying how she had gotten caught off guard yet again.

"Wow. Don't take this the wrong way, Meg, 'cause I totally appreciate it, but...you've, like, bought me more stuff in the last few days than Mom has in the last few years," she commented, sounding a little astonished. She picked up one of the designer skirts the other girl had gotten her. "And it's all stuff I like. Maybe save something for my birthday too?"

She knew that Meg would have gotten her plenty for that occasion too, of course. The younger girl had made how she was planning to use her newly acquired wealth very clearly. Hers was more of a subtle way to tell her not to go too much overboard.

As much as she liked being pampered and spoiled, especially considering how rarely it happened, Summer didn't want her friend to end up using all her energies and resources on others, while neglecting herself in the process.

"Uh, y-yeah, Summer is right. T-This is all great an-and you're been super generous...too generous," Morty agreed shuffling in his spot. One of the gifts had hit him in the face, again, but this time it had hurt a little more since it had been way less softer than a sweater. "I-I'm glad that you appreciate us so much, b-because you're really important to us both, b-but...you don't have to do all this. W-We like you already, w-we're not going anywhere, s-so...don't feel obliged to be like this every holiday, a-alright?"

He rested his hands on the bunch of gifts that were filling his lap, his fingers lingering especially on the photo album. He loved everything else she had gotten him too, of course, but that particular item felt more special. Both because it was something Meg herself had made and because of the sentimental value it had.

Inside it was their little world, a universe made of the two of them and their boyfriend. Their metaphorical secret, happy place, in a way.

"B-But thanks, for all this. Y-You're amazing," he added, taking her hand and pressing a kiss on her check. "H-Happy holidays, Meg. An-And I'm really glad to be spending them a-as your almost boyfriend."

#[ ic :: Summer ] #[ ic :: Morty ] #&& Meg Griffin #[ sv. Rick Double Morty Megyhem ; timeline split & shctupmeg :: Morty ] #[ sv. Rick Double Morty Megyhem ; timeline split & shctupmeg :: Summer ] #shctupmeg #[ ic :: event ; christmas presents ]

[theangryjikooker]

So the only event that would make you believe in jikook is an official confirmation from them? I guess that would be the most rational approach as a respected fan.

Do you think they would ever release a statement like that? I'm still waiting on taennie, it looks like they are just trying to drop hits (like jennie on ig) and lay low

Essentially, yes. But I mean, it doesn’t have to be “official” necessarily. I say this a lot, but context is important.

If Jungkook and Jimin are sighted holding hands while taking a casual evening stroll, of course I’d eat a sock and call it a day. Something as blatant as that doesn’t require an announcement.

In reference to that, I really can’t say Taehyung and Jennie are officially dating either, but they’re 95% of the way there at this point. Are they temporary? Is it puppy love? Are they having a bit of fun? I don’t know, but they’re clearly involved in some capacity. Their situation is also slightly different in that they have photographic evidence stacked against them.

The closest thing to suspicious Jikook have ever done that is somewhat on a similar wavelength is the Jimin’s birthday Vlive. The way Jimin initially talks to him over the phone is a little 🤨 which I honestly would have dismissed were it not for Hoseok later saying what he did and inadvertently yielding a reaction out of Jimin that didn’t make sense. Hoseok doubling down on that by giving him a hug of reassurance (which, to me, felt a bit consoling in a way, like I didn’t mean to put you on the spot, oops) made it even weirder, but it was funny primarily because I don’t think Hoseok intentionally meant to create that awkward atmosphere. My feelings on the Vlive would be a little more concrete if we were able to see Jungkook’s facial expressions, but I work with what I have.

As of right now, I don’t believe Jikook would ever release an official announcement, so my current views are in tandem with whatever is given. Some people get really rankled by this, but again, using the common man example in a previous ask: if my two friends never say they’re dating, even if they are in secret, I’m not going to go around saying to everyone who’s willing to listen that they are.

#TAJ asks #curious anon #jikook #kookmin

[urban-swan]

((TW: Rant))

Kim Kardashian and the Met Gala.

I know this is probably some old news for some, but I can’t just shake this from me; it’s bothered me so much how such a thing could happen. I need to get this off my chest.

So as most of you have already seen, Kim Kardashian had worn the authentic Marilyn Monroe "Happy Birthday Mr. President" dress which dates back to 1962.

Admittedly, she wore the dress for a few moments before changing into a replica of the actual dress, but that begs the question, Why didn't she remain wearing the replica of the dress the entire time?

Not only this dress one of a kind, it is also known to be one of the most expensive dresses in the world. And also a part of history. Marilyn Monroe wore the dress to signify Women's rights and the freedom women have to wear whatever they want. Because of it's age, this dress is incredibly delicate, fragile, and sensitive. Even needing to be kept under appropriate climate levels and humidity levels while in display so it won't disintegrate. These types of historical items are so delicate, some museums question whether it is worth damaging the gown by trying to put it up on display, and whether the damage is worth it or not.

Unfortunately, Marilyn Monroe had been a victim of exploitation throughout her career. And even after her death many years ago, she is still exploited. This dress is hers, it was made and tailored to her, and it should've remained hers. She should've been the first and the last person to wear the dress. But because of peoples entitlement that has change.

I am beyond disgusted with Kim Kardashian and Ripley's for letting such a thing happen. Ripley's are the company which bought he dress when it was auctioned and put it out for display. Although they are not an official museum. they have seriously violated the ethics of Museums by letting someone wear such a gown. So even if they were to ever wish to become a museum, they have destroyed all chance of that happening ever.

Marilyn was a petite and small lady, she had a 24 or 25-inch waist, but even she struggled to fit into the dress. So much so, they had to sew her into the dress last minute. This is in no way to body-shame Kim but since she is obviously a much bigger hipped lady compared to Monroe, it is clear she would of not fit into the dress.

When looking at the Met Gala photos, you can clearly see where the damage has been done. The gown has been stretched and even Kim has stepped on the him of the dress several times. She even had that white coat with her for photos to hide the fact the dress couldn’t properly hit her. You’d think if that was the case, something would tell her or someone else would say that this wasn’t a good idea or it wouldn’t work out. Although Kim is not entirely to blame, Ripley's should've refused the idea and Kim's managers (if she has any) to shut down the idea too and instead let her wear the replica instead. And that Kim would've used her status in the world the express the importance of preserving such important things.

However, this is not the case and I am deeply heart-Broken by it.

Kim was not wearing an antique, she was wearing an artefact. And also, Ripley's had gifted Kim a lock of Marilyn's hair which I am disgusted by, these type of people have let Marilyn down. To all the people who let such a thing happen, I hope you all have your heads bowed down in shame.

There has even been pictures circulating online of the before and after of the dress after Kim had wore it; it showed visible strain and pulling on the fabric and clips, several rhinestones and gems had also come loose and fallen off.

What makes this even more saddening, is that this gown was worn by Marilyn Monroe just a few months before her death. Meaning this is one of the very last things we had of her. Although this might come across as weird, she wore this dress nude underneath and so practically her sweat and her essence was on that dress. But it has now been lost forever after being re-worn.

Kim Kardashian also were the very same authentic green ivy dress Marilyn did at the Golden Globe awards. Kim even was seen clutching the very same golden globe award Marilyn Monroe was presented to on that occasion.

Fortunately, I am not the only ones who thinks this online.

I’m going to politely put this in the best way I can: Excuse my language but for Fuck’s sake leave the poor woman alone, leave her some goddamn respect and let her rest in peace.

Sorry for that overly-long rant, hope you all enjoy the rest of your day.

(I’m also aware this isn’t my typical content/posts, really sorry but bare with.)

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