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div-divington · 3 years

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big ol’ invicncible spoilers, watch the show first trust me you’re not missing anything if you don’t read this post

I’ve never talked about a cartoon or tv show before but I’ve gotta say that people who say there’s ‘no complexity’ to Omni-Man’s character just tick me off.

I mean, listen, he’s totally a villain at least in the cartoon adaptation (I’ve not read the comics, going to consider them separate entities for the sake of argument), but he’s far from a two dimensional sussus amogus imposter blindly readying the planet for invasion.

I whole-heartedly believe that Omni-Man enjoyed being a superhero, saving lives. I believe his friendship with the tailor guy was real, I believe he respected, admired even, the Guardians of the Globe, cherished his relationship with Debbie, and enjoyed living among humans. The brief interaction with Darkwing and The Immortal when the Mauler Twins attack the White House is so sincere right? Like, it seems to me he respects them, the jokey “you’re welcome” when he saved Darkwing, the “I had him” when he saved the guard Immortal was going for, that wasn’t necessary of him. He had no real reason to be playful and cordial with them, he could have been distant and still gained their trust easily (I mean, Darkwing was a jerk and they loved him). The brief moment of shock and unresponsiveness when Mark revealed that he’d finally gotten his powers? I honestly believe that was a moment of disbelief. I think he hoped Mark’s powers wouldn’t manifest, hoped he wouldn’t have to continue his mission. That pause was him coming to terms with the end of things. The realization that he would have to hurt people he respected, finish his mission, and end his time as a father, author, and superhero.

When he collapses after murdering the Guardians of the Globe, the look on his face isn’t just exhaustion from the fight, it looks to me like shock. Disbelief. I don’t think he wanted to kill the Guardians, I think he hated doing it, but it’s what he was bred for. He was born and trained from childhood for thousands of years to weaken a planet from within, prepare it for invasion. Earth had superheroes, naturally a pretty noteworthy obstacle for an invasion, so he, in his mind, had no choice but to kill them. And notice that most of his kills are pretty... clean? He goes right for Immortal’s head, ditto with Aquaris and Green Ghost, snaps War Woman’s neck, kills Darkwing in one clean move, tears off Martian Man’s heart(? is that a heart?), crushes Red Rush’s head (which seems slow because of Red Rush’s perception of time being RIDICULOUS compared to our own, that horrific scene only lasted like a second for the rest of the characters). He goes for quick, clean kills, minimizing pain. Maybe its just brutal, soldier-like efficiency, since the greatest superheroes on Earth cannot be allowed to get any good hits in (they nearly killed him as it was), but what if it was a desire to not prolong the suffering of people he genuinely liked?

We see in the flashback towards the end (during the THINK, MARK, THINK! scene lmao) that he initially didn’t give two shits about humanity on a deep level. He loved and respected Debbie and his then-very-young son, but thought humans were, on a whole, primitive and dumb. But as he spends time observing them, watching their culture, interacting with them, living with them, he warms up to them. The smile on his face when Mark hits his first homerun in little league, remembering Debbie’s favourite foods, the way he laughs when he mentions how a superhero had to meet the president in a plaid supersuit, the fishing photograph with the tailor. Even after he finally reveals himself as an infiltrator, the way he talks, to me, shows respect for his adversaries even as he demeans and belittles humanity. The discussion with Cecil, the warning to ‘stay out of this’. Nolan seems reluctant to kill anybody he doesn’t have to, and seemingly acknowledges that the Global Defense Agency at the very least is a minor threat.

So, you say, why does he act so AWFUL at times?

Well, his seeming lack of emotion after the funerals for the Guardians of the Globe can proooooooooooooobably be chalked up to his alien psychology. He finished grieving, he didn’t see the harm in cracking jokes about them. Calling Debora a ‘pet’? I think that honestly would be him trying to rationalise his feelings for her. There’s a fraction of a second where he hesitates to say it, and I honestly think he’s just trying to explain to himself how he could ever love a ‘lesser lifeform’. Killing all those innocent people? In his mind that was justified to get through to Mark. He doesn’t enjoy it -- though he also doesn’t dislike it -- he just sees it as a flat necessity, no less insignificant than killing a bug (i said the man is a complex character, I didn’t say he wasn’t evil).

Don’t forget, Nolan’s genuine reasoning for bringing Earth into the Viltrum Empire is to help it. He argues that Viltrum technology can end hunger and poverty, end crime, revolutionize medicine. In his eyes, his indoctrinated eyes, he’s doing the right thing to help the people of Earth.

He still thinks he’s the hero.

‘it’s right to pity them’.

He sees humans as lesser creatures, he thinks they need protection from themselves, need to be brought up by the Viltrumites to be better. They can’t survive on their own, they’re weak and soft, they need us to reach their full potential, to find true glory in serving the might of Viltrum. Omni-Man does not see his actions as evil, he thinks he’s the good guy. He reluctantly kills the Guardians of the Globe, slaughters thousands of people, and destroys a city in order to, in his extremely twisted sense of morality, help people.

And, in the end, it is not the Viltrumite parts of Omni-Man and Invincible that end the conflict. It is Mark’s very human belief that he will, one day, get through to his dad. His refusal to give in, his undying love and determination to save people, save Nolan. It’s this that reaches Omni-Man. It doesn’t reach the tough soldier he had been for thousands of years, it reaches the small part of Omni-Man that wasn’t pretending to be human. The part that is Nolan Grayson. The part that, despite still seeing them as primitive and inferior, likes humanity. It’s a human tear that leaves his eye as Nolan flies away from Earth, finally giving up and refusing to facilitate the invasion if it means killing his son, something a full Viltrumite wouldn’t hesitate to do for a second if their family got in the way of their conquest. He was changed by his time with humans.

I’m not defending Omni-Man, he’s obviously a bad guy, an antagonist, serving a genuinely evil empire, but i AM saying he isn’t some flat, boring two dimensional villain who just PRETENDED to like humanity for the twenty odd years he spent living there. I’ve seen people in youtube comments replying with “I think you misunderstand Omni-Man as a character, you see, he was simply pretending to not hate humanity, it was all an elaborate ruse, there’s no real depth and inner terminal in him at all uwu” but i think THEY misunderstand Omni-Man.

He’s not morally grey, he’s arguably not even redeemable, but he IS a complex and well written character and boiling him down to ONLY being an evil alien who tricked people into liking him just rubs me the wrong way.

but idk maybe I misunderstood him and he really IS flat and boring. Maybe his time with humanity didn’t change him at all, he isn’t emotionally conflicted, and he’s just less cool than I thought.

And despite my seeming passive aggressive language, it’s totally chill if you disagree with my personal interpretation of Omni-Man as a character, art is meant to be a unique experience for everyone, so if you see him completely differently to me that’s great! I just dislike the insistence from some people online that anybody who sees him as a deeper, more complicated character is just wrong.

also sorry for this post coming out of left field entirely lmao

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blackacre13 · 3 years

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Omg please continue the teacher/student au.

Part three: here you are!

Who is Lou Miller? Well, that was a pretty loaded question, wasn’t it. And she didn’t really have a sure-fire answer ready to go, no matter how pressing the situation or how much she wanted to impress Debbie.

“I don’t know,” Lou uttered softly, starting to chuckle to herself. “But I want to find out. And I think—no, I know that this is meant to be part of my journey to finding out. Throwing myself into work. Going more than above and beyond. I will give you blood, sweat and tears. And I won’t quit. Because I have this burning desire to impress you, yes, but to astonish myself. To be great. But right now, I don’t think I can tell you who I am.”

“God, that’s refreshing,” Debbie chuckled, leaning back in her seat again. “Do you know how many college juniors sit in that same spot and tell me this bullshit story about exactly who they are? But I agree. I know you’re right where you’re meant to be, Lou. And you’ve definitely got a fire under your ass."

“I want to be the best teaching assistant you’ve ever had,” Lou decided, the desire blooming within her to more than impress Debbie. “And I want to help elevate you. Tenure. Showcasing your work. Anything. I will fight tooth and nail to make it happen.”

“You’re quite the little spitfire aren’t you?” Debbie grinned.

“I’m anything but little,” Lou replied cheekily, feeling accomplished.

“You remind me a lot of myself, you know,” the brunette mumbled, almost to herself. “But hopefully, I can save you from falling into the bear traps I managed to run into headfirst myself.”

“Thank you, I think?” The blonde laughed and her heart warmed as Debbie laughed with her.

“Off the record, I’m just curious,” Debbie thought aloud. “There’s plenty of students who come the history route and land here, of course. Or from literature. What have you. But I have an inkling, you have more than one foot in the art world, don’t you?”

Lou shrugged, playing with the sleeve of her blazer. “I dabble with a little bit of everything I guess. Some photography, ceramics. I really like to paint. Nobody’s ever really seen anything though.”

“I’d like to see it sometime,” Debbie shrugged. “Not as a qualification or anything. Just curious.”

“I doubt it’s any good,” Lou grumbled to herself, blushing pink at the jerk reaction she was so used to giving to disguise her fear of failure in someone else’s eyes.

“Spoken like a true artist,” Debbie laughed, her eyes smiling. “Well, Lou. I’ll let you go. I know that devilish Dr. Ocean gave you all a boatload of reading before class tomorrow.”

“I may have already finished it,” Lou whispered, more embarrassed than proud of herself. She had practically raced back to her dorm to dive into it after class, already eager for the meat of the class now that they were past the formalities and the syllabus. She wanted to dive in head first.

“Smart cookie,” Debbie nodded. “Give it a re-read. I tend to be a bit socratic in my methods,” she winked.

Lou was grateful for the tip and even more flustered by the wink, though it was absolutely entirely non-sexual or flirtatious. Just a hint for an eager student.

“What can I expect as far as next steps for the position?” Lou asked, not wanting to lose track of why she was there and get caught up in Debbie’s eyes or the the lines her smile had left behind in the crinkles of her eyelids.

“Interviews will go up next week,” Debbie spoke. “More formal than this. But I don’t think you’ll find you need to prepare anything research or knowledge wise. You’re already speaking my language.”

“Anything I should bring?”

“That feisty spitfire energy,” Debbie smirked. “Oh. And two pieces of art. Any medium. One that you think represents me. And one that you think represents you.”

Well. Fuck.

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“You good over there, Miller?” Tammy asked, watching Lou drag a chicken nugget through a pile of ketchup on her plate as she stared at it longingly.

“What art makes you think of me?” Lou sighed, looking up at her friend.

“Lou, I’m an elementary education major,” Tammy laughed. “Best I can do is track down a kid to do a stick-figure replica of your self portrait. But I’m guessing that’s not what you need.”

“Debbie wants me—sorry, Dr. Ocean asked that—“

“Debbie?” Tammy smirked, stabbing into her lettuce. “Well, well. I see we have another episode of Lou Miller versus the older woman.”

“Knock it off,” Lou sighed, hating that Tammy was always at least half-right when it came to being spot on.

“This is for that TA interview?” Tammy asked. “I feel like it’s like one of those weird interview questions like ‘if you were a piece of candy what would you be’ or ‘what kind of furniture are you’, you know?”

“What the Fuck are you talking about, Tim Tam?” The blonde laughed, wiping her hands on her pants.

“That it’s less about how you answer the question and more the explanation behind it,” Tammy explained. “Say someone asks the candy thing. They don’t care that I’d say I’m a Twizzler. They just want to know why.”

“Why are you a Twizzler?”

“Same reason you’re a blow pop.”

“I’m a blow pop?” Lou frowned, but her eyes were twinkling.

“Hard exterior. Soft inside.” Tammy spoke, like it explained everything perfectly. “But you’re not a tootsie pop. Those suckers stay soft once you break down the exterior. With a blow pop, you better enjoy that gum while its soft, because eventually it’s going to get rubbery again, if you don’t get the timing right.”

“That sounds…awful,” Lou groaned.

“I call it how I see it.”

“Whatever you say, Twizzler.” Lou sighed.

“Well, I think Debbie isn’t looking for a specific answer you can get right. She wants to see how you see yourself.”

“She also wants to see how I see her,” Lou mumbled, staring forlornly at her plate as she rested her chin on the table.

“Well for that one, you should just take a picture of her and write MILF on her forehead.”

“She doesn’t have kids,” Lou rolled her eyes.

“Is that a fact?” Tammy laughed.

Lou had seemed adamant about it, but she wasn’t sure. She didn’t even know if Ocean was a maiden or married name. And by the art on her office walls and her knowledge of photographers, she had assumed Debbie swung in one direction until she had gone on her Claude Becker tirade. She definitely had more questions that answers when it came to Deborah Ocean.

“Hellooooo,” Tammy waved her hand in front of her face. “Sorry to interrupt. Were you naming your future children? Like Debbie junior and Vincent Van Gogh?”

“That’s exactly what we’d name them, yes,” Lou rolled her eyes again.

“Ms. Miller,” a velvety voice spoke from beside the table and Lou turned beet red knowing who it was without even turning.

“Dr. Ocean,” Lou smiled meekly as she nodded at the professor. “Dr. Weil,” she added, acknowledging the professor beside her. The two women kept walking, to-go salads in tow as they headed out of the dining hall, but Debbie looked back and sent a wink in Lou’s direction that made the blonde want to curl up in a ball and die and kiss the dining hall floor in thanks at the same time.

“Dude, she gave you the nod,” Tammy gasped.

“Grow up,” Lou hissed. “Do you think she heard us?”

“Couldn’t have,” Tammy decided quickly. “It’s too fucking loud in here.”

“I would die,” Lou grumbled, slinking down in her seat.

“Don’t worry, Lou,” Tammy smirked. “I’m sure you’ll be telling her how badly you want to have her babies right to her face in no time.”

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unbridgeabledistances · 3 years

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here is a part 2 of my valentine’s day one-shot from the other day!! part 3 of them actually celebrating is coming fri, but wanted to make it a lil countdown:) also big creds to @udontfuckangie for their post about ian getting mickey stargazer lilies for valentines bc it… truly made me feel so many things and i had to write this

Ian didn’t really remember ever celebrating Valentine’s Day for real— not like everyone else in middle school or high school, like when Lip was off buying flowers for girls or Mandy was trying to get the guy she liked to ask her out— but he definitely remembered celebrating it as a kid, when he’d have to scrounge up some shoebox from under his bed and bring it to his overcrowded classroom to cover with colorful construction paper and make shitty valentines to swap with his friends. Those were the days when Frank was around some, and so was Monica— he remembered one year, when he was maybe 5 or 6, when Monica was there and he had come home with a thin pink slip of paper from his teacher saying that he needed to bring in valentines for his class. Monica had whisked him down the street to the dollar store where they’d ransacked the rickety shelves of all the art supplies they could carry, and then they sat at the kitchen table for hours gluing glitter to cut-out hearts.

So maybe that’s why Ian’s heart had melted last Sunday, when Franny had mentioned that she needed to buy valentines for her class at school— Ian knew it was stupid, or whatever, but he knew how far a few solid childhood memories could go in this neighborhood, how those types of moments were the stuff you lived on for years afterwards when things got harder and darker. So while he’d been caught up in so much shit lately, for a couple of hours on that Sunday afternoon all Ian wanted was for Franny to soak up that feeling like a sponge—to make memories with her like the good ones that he’d had with Monica, the ones that stood out and burned in his chest like a hot branding iron when he remembered them.

And then a yawning, sleep-soft Mickey had stumbled into the kitchen, and the three of them were nestled beside each other at the table doing fucking arts and crafts; and for some reason it made Ian’s blood run hotter than usual, and got him thinking about how fuck it, he wanted to give Mickey a Valentine’s Day this year— not in the weird, heteronormative bullshit way, but in the way that he could just kind of… show Mickey how much he meant to him, how Mickey still made his heart feel like it was going to explode out of his ribcage even after the years they’d been together. This was the longest time that he and Mickey had ever been together consecutively, the longest time they’d slept side by side before something dark curled its fingers around them and pulled them apart, and he wanted to do something to acknowledge that— something to start their forever, as fucking cheesy as that sounded.

Of course, Mickey had no concept of Valentine’s Day or any of that shit, which made the whole thing all the more perfect— Ian wanted to catch him off guard, wanted to pull them both out of the funk that had been hovering over them for the months after the wedding, when everything turned brittle and stale once the bills started to pile up. They were better now—or at least they were trying to be— but it still meant something that half of their time being married had been spent navigating a fucking global pandemic and squabbling with each other and barely making ends meet.

So now it was the day before Valentine’s Day, and Ian was standing on a busy Chicago street corner in the bitter cold, watching the bundled passersby briskly walk by to scramble inside and stave off the chill. Ian hadn’t been to this neighborhood since his days working at the club, or maybe once or twice when he was hanging out with people from the youth center; the pristine glass storefronts with minimalist displays nearly blinded Ian’s eyes after the past ten months of being accustomed to the crumbling paint-chipped architecture of the South Side. But he was here on a mission; in front of him stood the high-end, boujee as fuck florist’s shop, one of the top-rated ones in the city according to the quick search he’d plugged into his phone.

Ian normally didn’t give a shit about stuff like this— to him, a flower was a flower, and a chair for a wedding was just a goddamn chair— but he knew Mickey, for some reason this sappy shit was a whole lot more important to him, no matter how hard Mickey tried to hide it. All the symbols and the fanfare meant something to Mickey—it meant that they’d made it, that they got to have a normal fucking life together, beyond both of their wildest dreams. So if Ian had to brave a stupid, gentrifying flower shop on a chilly Friday afternoon to make Mickey happy, then that was what he was going to do.

A soft bell tinkled as Ian entered the shop, immediately surrounded by the nearly-bare shelves of minimalist bouquets. The store was incredibly cramped and narrow, with overly-peppy music playing low, and was packed tight with wire-rimmed glasses wearing, re-usable bag toting hipsters standing in a line all the way to the counter. Shit. This line was going to take all day—and who the fuck knew if they even had what Ian was looking for? A looming pang of desperation started to churn in the pit of his stomach as he lurked by the doorway. Fuck it, he had to do this.

Before Ian really processed what he was doing he was quickly darting past the line, getting a series of dirty looks from everyone he shuffled by.

“S’cuse me, coming through, floral emergency.”

Finally, he reached the counter, sliding in beside some girl in her mid-twenties with a punk haircut. “Uh, sorry, can I just ask if they have what I’m looking for real quick?”

The girl rolled her eyes. “If you’re desperate enough to cut the fucking line, I’d say you’re worse off than I am. Men are fucking clueless.”

Ian nearly grimaced, but tried to twist his face into a soft, grateful smile. “Thank you.” He turned to the cashier at the counter, a dude with a man bun and a floral button-up shirt who looked pretty amused by this whole situation.

“It’s the day before Valentine’s Day, honey. Everyone here is in a floral emergency.” The cashier sighed, looking Ian up and down appraisingly. “What’re you looking for?”

“Uh. I think they’re called… stargazer lilies? The ones that bloom at a specific time, or something? We were supposed to have them at my wedding, but then the venue got burnt down by my husband’s homophobic father, so we kind of had to pull the whole wedding thing together on short notice— it’s kind of a long story, but I really, really need to get these flowers for Valentine’s Day.” Ian leaned in close over the counter, hoping he didn’t look too desperate. “It’s our first one together and it’s been a fucking shitty year and it would just— it would mean a lot.”

Ian finally exhaled, and hoped by some miracle that this cashier, or someone in the fucking universe, would take pity on him.

The cashier pulled his glasses down to the bridge of his nose, tapping away at the iPad on the counter before glancing up. “Hmm. I’m sorry honey, you’re fresh out of luck. Those lilies bloom in the summer mostly, and no one around here really has them. You could maybe check one of the little flower shops down the street, they do special orders and stuff this time of year—but I’ll be honest, I don’t know if you’re gonna get these flowers by tomorrow.”

Ian felt disappointment bubble up inside him. Of fucking course there were none of these obscure flowers in Chicago the day before Valentine’s Day— he’d had this grand idea of giving Mickey a perfect Valentine’s Day, of starting off on the right foot, and he still put this shit off until the last minute and couldn’t give Mickey what he deserved. Mickey would’ve never made this mistake.

Ian cleared his throat. “Shit. Well, uh, thanks anyways.”

He turned, heading for the door and getting ready to be assaulted by the bitter cold again. Okay, there were a couple flower marts down the street, he could try that— but he had a sinking feeling that the results would be the same, that he’d be left empty-handed tomorrow with nothing to give.

Okay. Focus. I’ve gotta plan a bunch of shit for Valentine’s Day by tomorrow.

What would Mickey do?

The flat drone of the dial tone made Mickey’s head buzz, the same dull vibration he’d heard dozens of times that week. Finally, he heard the click of someone answering.

“Hello, this is Sizzlers, how may I help you?”

“Hi, it’s, uh, it’s Mickey Milkovich. Again. I’m just checking in one more time to make sure we’re all good for tomorrow?”

There was a silence on the other end of the line, like the hostess was taking a moment to compose herself. “Yes, Mr. Milkovich. Since this is the… seventh time you’ve checked in in the past week, I believe, everything has definitely been arranged as you requested.”

Mickey cleared his throat. “Uh, good. Thanks. We’ll be there for our reservation at 8.”

He clicked his phone off and flung it down onto the bed. It had been nearly a week since he’d decided he was going to try to give Ian some kind of Valentine’s Day like the normal fucking couple Ian wanted to be, but he had to admit, this shit was hard work; he had to think of the perfect place he wanted them to go, had to call and make a reservation and arrange everything perfectly— and then there was the matter of deciding what to get Ian, because apparently married people also got each other fucking gifts on Valentine’s Day, which sounded like overkill to him. He’d been scrolling through Buzzfeed “Valentine’s Day Gift” lists for the better part of the afternoon, and even snuck some of Debbie’s chick magazines into the bathroom to sift through articles like “Ten Things to Get Your Man for Valentine’s Day” or “Best V-Day Gifts for Newlyweds.” Finally, after fucking days of plans stirring in the back of his mind, Mickey finally thought he had all of the pieces together; the reservation was made, the timing was set, and he’d even stopped by some fancy fucking chocolate shop on the other side of town on the way home from the Alibi earlier that afternoon.

Everything was planned—now there was just one thing left to do.

Mickey grabbed the crumpled piece of paper he’d set on the bedside table, the one he’d been staring at all week. Fuck it. He grabbed a discarded pen from the windowsill, from the collection of pencils that Ian kept next to his notebooks.

Mickey sighed as he put the pen to the paper. Now comes the hard part.

part 1 is here! and part 3 is here!

#this has been such a fun lil distraction this week!!!#actual cute fluffy content coming friday lol #<3 #gallavich #gallavich fic #shameless #shameless fic #ian x mickey #ian and mickey

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loliwrites · 3 years

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So I’m gonna be a bit of a Debbie downer here but it’s shark week for me and I just saw a video of a girl who got a few dates on tinder but she wore a fat suit on the date and out of 5 guys only one of them stayed! Two of them were pretty mean and the other two made excuses to leave. It just made me so sad and now I hate myself. How would Alex help Addi if she had an episode like this and she just managed to convince herself she was unattractive? 🥺

oh babes 😔 I know how you feel. Insecurities suck and once you get the ball rolling on them, it just keeps rolling and getting bigger until that’s all you see. I know this advice is easy to give and hard to take. Boy do I know it. You are beautiful and wonderful just as you are, even with the things you perceive to be flaws. You are the only you! How amazing is that?! I know the world can get you down. The onslaught of how we’re told to look and/or behave is loud. Our media perpetuates an idea that to be sexy, we have to look a certain way -- and that way is often unnatural and the aftermath of cosmetic surgery. You don’t need that to be truly beautiful.

If the insecurities have to stay (I wish I could drop kick them into the ozone), I urge you to try and alter the way you speak about yourself. It’s okay to get down and feel sad. Valid feelings. But please babes, don’t hate yourself. Your body is amazing just the way it is in this very moment! Yes! At this very moment, your cells are breaking down parts of your bones to give you new parts! Your skeleton is maintaining itself and you didn’t even have to tell it to do that. And guess what, your DNA is repairing itself too! Everyday, every cell in your body has to repair DNA lesions. Little enzymes go around like good mamas and papas and say “get your shit together DNA. If you don’t you could get some really bad diseases!” And your body listens! YOUR KIDNEYS? Don’t even get me started on your kidneys. Those little puppies cycle through your blood constantly going... “Red blood cell? You can stay. Weird toxin thing that I don’t know what you are? Get outta here.”

I’m not super religious (not really at all), but there’s this concept in Judaism called b’tzelem elohim which basically means that every single person has divine light in them and is created in the image of God. Perfect, just as you are. Your body is an amazing piece of art and machinery. Every single minute of every single day, you are the miracle product of a million little things happening in your body.

• • •

And maybe that’s when Alex really intervenes. Yes, that’s it Anony. Not because Addi has insecurities. Shit, even he’s insecure about some things. But because of the way her self-talk degrades so quickly when she focuses only on her insecurities. Yeah, Addi curses like a sailor, but they’re paired with insults to herself that are so cruel.

Maybe Alex is sitting on the couch in her apartment. He’s got a beer in his hand, watching the Lakers play the Bulls, and all he hears are the jabs Addi’s taking at herself as she gets ready for a night out with her friends.

“Fucking stupid shit balls. What the fuck? Can you not?” He hears her let out an aggressive sigh and a frustrated scream. “Looking like a goddamn man, Addison Jones. Fucking stupid... ugly,”

Alex was ready to talk to her about it before, but he hears that and he instantly turns off the tv, sets his beer on the coffee table, and scoots to the edge of the couch with his hands clasped in front of him. “Slugger?!”

A couple seconds later, Addi emerges from the bathroom. She looks completely perturbed, “that’s me, fucking Lou Gehrig--”

Alex tilts his head to the side, unimpressed. “What’s the problem?” His eyes flit over her from head to toe and for the life of him, he can’t understand why she’s in such a state. She looks gorgeous. A little black, velvet dress with lace accents around her shoulders and mid-section. Tastefully sexy. Her legs, smooth and tan, accentuated by her pumps. Every single part of her, from the intricacy of her eyeliner, the maroon on her lips, the fullness of her breasts, the curve of her hips and ass...

“What’s the problem? I don’t have time to unpack all of that.” She huffs, eyeline rising as Alex stands from the couch and takes a couple steps toward her. “For starters. I have a man-jaw. It’s fucking enormous. I definitely shouldn’t have eaten those two donuts for breakfast. My hips look I’m currently child-bearing... lumpy ass things... and my knees...”

He leans back slightly to take a look at her legs. It’s honestly the first time he’s heard a woman complain about her knees. “What’s wrong with them?”

“They’re huge and they stick out!”

“They’re supposed to...”

“And all scarred up, and speaking of scars...” Addi lifts her hand and points to her eyebrow where a vertical scar passes through it, “what the fuck?!”

Alex takes a long, deep breath... the kind that Addi knows she’s cruising for a punishment. He glances at his watch. There’s not much time before her friends get here. A punishment, if any, will have to wait until later tonight. Even that is dependent on her level of inebriation when she returns home.

“I like your scars,” Alex smiles softly and drags his index finger over the scar in her eyebrow. “They tell the story of my little slugger. And you don’t have a man jaw,” he crouches down to kiss her jaw softly, carefully avoiding ruining the makeup she spent time applying. “You’ve got a strong jaw. Do you even know how sexy it is when I’m looking at you from down a red carpet and your bone structure is just...” He pauses, speechless, and shakes his head trying to figure out the right word, “goddess.”

Addi whimpers and juts her bottom lip out.

“And your hips? Oh my god, kid. Do you know how weak I am for your hips and ass?” Alex pulls her closer to him, setting one hand on her hip and the other on her ass. He gives both a squeeze, and Addi has to admit that it makes her feel small comparatively. “Gives me something to grab onto when I’m fucking you from behind, watching you take me like a good little girl,”

Addi hums, eyes stinging. She can’t cry now if only to salvage her mascara, “Alex...”

He rests his forehead against hers. “I love you. I’m in love with you. Just as you are. Absolutely perfect.”

She leans against his chest and stands on her toes, still needing to do so even in high heels, and pecks his lips. He lifts his hand from her ass and cups the side of her face; thumb stroking gently across her cheek. He kisses her again, this one a little longer, a little more intense.

But a knock at the door has them pulling away from each other. Addi smiles when she locks eyes on Alex again. His lips are stained with her lipstick. She drags her thumb across them to wipe them clean, but Alex stops her and holds onto her wrist.

“We’re not done talking about this. You were being really mean to yourself and no one gets to be mean to my girl.”

Addi takes that because she knows. She was saying some pretty terrible things to herself, talking herself down a deep, dark hole. Alex can see the contemplation on her face. He presses another kiss to her lips before walking to the door and pulling it open for her friends. They’re only there for a couple minutes; anxious to get out on the town. But before Addi leaves, Alex grabs her one more time, gives her one more kiss, and one more needy, possessive squeeze to her backside.

#alexander skarsgard drabble #alexander skarsgard imagine #good boy al #asked #anonymous #self love #more alex and addi

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Amacha Headcanons Post-Simulation

Amacha potential??? Yeah, lemme hop on that!!

Pain ripped through her throat, burning her neck, chest and lungs. She began shaking, she couldn't stop the blood, she couldn't call for help, the skin was so tender and inflamed, it became hard to breathe -- she was losing hope. The blood oozing, lapping her throat, and dripping on her hands, made her scream. But it met her ears in the form of a struggled gargle. She was going to die alone. All she wanted was to bring Himiko peace, she didn't want THIS, she didn't believe in the fucking seance for crying out loud!

Before anger could fester in her subconscious she blacked out. Everything went dead quiet, everything went black. Until fatigue and needles pinched her fingers and feet. The second her senses grasped something her lungs heaved hungrily, selfishly sucking in air to try and revitalise her system. Cold air washed over her as the "whoosh" sound of a door sliding open occurred around her. She flinched, she trembled, her entire system was in shock as it stared into the empty void of her headset.

TeamDR's observation team and nurses took care of her. Whilst her fellow "classmates" reacted to the latest footage.

Tenko stayed in the recovery room for a long while, slowly getting a hold of reality. She wasn't supposed to meet any of the participants yet; she just wasn't ready. But Rantaro knew what that felt like, the flooding of memories you had disowned, the loneliness that prickled your skin for hours endlessly, the cold feeling of the grim reaper's scythe piercing your neck before awakening in a foreign/lab-like environment... She'd been in rehab for far longer than the others. He thought he was doing her a good thing by bringing her some water and a friendly face.

She flinched when he knocked on the door. Eyes studying him as if she was expecting him to lunge at her at any moment. That intimidating air she had in-game, was now replaced by one of recoiling fear. He gave her kind eyes and sympathy. He couldn't leave her lonely, if it was his sister sitting here, he'd want someone to comfort her.

"Hey, you should drink some water," He approached her carefully, unsure of how she'd react. She said nothing, eyes switching focus all over his body. She seemed on edge, so he casually sits in a nearby chair backwards. This makes her eyes bulge. "I'm not gonna hurt cha. I'm not a suspicious guy remember?" he chuckles, trying to lighten the mood.

It helps. "Yeah...totally not sus that you don't know how to sit in a chair proply." she jokes, making him ease up, "Seriously what was Team DR thinking when they made up your official art,"

"Ay, it shows I'm a casual guy," "More like a weirdo," They get along. He can sense her pensive nature but is happy to take it slow. When she goes quiet, he speaks up, "This is nice, considering our characters never interacted. Oh, where are my manners, name's Rantaro Amami, former ultimate survivor, pretty ironic, huh?"

"Yeah, but I guess that's Danganronpa for you... You're famous from your appearance in DanganRonpa: 52, you know." She's a fan.

"Thanks, but correct me if I'm wrong, I didn't think you'd take too kindly to the typical snooty, famous type." He joked casually, friendly, "You just strike me as...the girl next door...quiet, shy...nothing like your in-game character..."

"Wow, you're not bad at reading people..."

"All in a day's work, DR took interest in my travelling lifestyle; but in actuality, I just can't stay in one spot for too long. Why should I when there's a world to see?"

"Hm, so you are the aloof type," She noted, "Yeah...I don't really know how to feel about my character...Team DR took my awful childhood and made me out to be this comedic-relief character when in reality...I thought my sob story would make a really inspirational story...I'm kinda embarrassed to face everyone now, honestly."

"Nonsense, I'm sure they'll love the real you, I know I do," he said it so casually, unaware of the confidence he just bestowed her, "considering how abrasive FakeTenko was..." He gets to his feet and opens his palm to her, "C'mon, I'll introduce you, I'm pretty used to it by now. I'll take all the pressure off you,"

He put her at ease. She shadows him during the game's chapter 4. Kaede scared her, Kirumi was a Debby downer, Angie had so much rage over her death. Korekiyo was outcasted/misunderstood she's able to sympathise with him as her character was also an outlier but that took time as his character arc was tragic yet disturbing. Ryoma was alright though. Very realistic but acted like the dad of the group and tried to keep the peace among these emotional DR fans.

Rantaro always keeps Tenko updated with the most popular characters as hers was 3rd fav throughout Japan. He liked her shy smile. She was much more stable than the rest of the deceased cast.

Tenko warms up to the boys first since they're more chill/fragile/real than she ever imagined and she could sympathise/relate to that.

I never even considered this, Thank you Ghost Anon!! Will add when I think of more ideas heeheehee~!

#tenko x rantaro #rantaro x tenko #pre-game tenko chabashira #after killing game #post simulation #AU #headcanons #amachaheadcanons #tenko chabashira #chabashira tenko #amami rantaro #rantaro amami #amacha #post-game tenko chabashira #post-game rantaro amami #pre-game rantaro amami #fanfic #text

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before-we-get-started · 3 years

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Dream Come True

Colin Shea x O/C Corinne MacAdam

Multi-Chapter Story - Complete

Summary: Colin Shea and his band Rock the Cradle are finally making it big - until something unexpected happens. When he meets a girl that makes him reconsider his player ways, he thinks his life may be coming together, until she blows it apart.

Warning: Bad language, smut, suicidal ideations - no one under 18, please

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please do not read if you are underage. I do not own the character of Colin Shea; the rest are my original characters. By reading beyond this point, you understand the disclaimers as posted.

Chapter Seven

Cori and Seth fell into a very comfortable rhythm, meeting for dinner, going for walks, catching an art exhibit, getting coffee. He was great company and she felt truly at ease with him.

Her job was starting to pick up. Ms. Robbins was ready to start entertaining. Cori found a confidence she didn’t have when she started, and she credited it to her rebirth – new place, new job, new boyfriend. She felt better about herself than she had in months.

In the meantime, Colin’s life was about the same. Lots of gigs with the band, lots of girls, but the one he wanted was out of reach. He and Cori had spent a few evenings together, a couple of times on the rooftop when he was writing songs. She’d giggled at some of his lyrics until he got them straightened out. The problem was, all she wanted to talk about was Seth. He was amazing. He was great. He was outstanding. He was smart. Colin hated him. He was everything Colin wasn’t or ever would be. He was established and well educated and a grown up, all the things that Colin wasn’t.

One evening when she’d invited him for pizza, they watched the Red Sox game on TV and started talking about when they were in high school. Then Cori shared a couple of college stories, but her mood took a turn and she wasn’t so talkative.

“Ok Debbie Downer, what just happened? I was telling you about how I got taped to the top of a flagpole for high school football initiation and then suddenly, you tell me about college and you’re quiet. What’s up?”

She looked so cute tonight. She had on jean cut-offs and a pink sleeveless button up blouse that tied at the bottom, cut low to show the swell of her breasts and with just enough skin visible around the waist that Colin had to shift a couple of times to get comfy on the couch. Her hair was pulled back with a few tendrils hanging down. She had a smattering of freckles across her nose from being in the sun and her eyes were particularly gorgeous. He kept looking at her from the top of her head to the sweet pink toenails on her bare feet and each time, his breath would hitch in his throat.

“I told you about my fiancée, right?”

“Yeah,” he said sadly.

“Well I started seeing him my senior year of high school and we stayed together during college, even though we went to different schools.”

Colin took a swig of beer. “I think I know where this is going,” he said.

“Yeah. He cheated on me. Of course I thought it was the end of the world, except I didn’t even know what that was yet.”

“That’s tough,” said Colin and she let out a laugh.

“Colin. Seriously. For you, it’s incomprehensible. I know you probably think it was stupid that we even tried to stay together.”

He looked a little hurt. “Hey, I respect people that want a relationship. I think it’s hard at that age, with all that temptation, but I know it can be done. Would it be my choice? Hell no. But it meant something to you. So what happened?”

“I was pretty devastated, but he was very remorseful. He came all the way to see me at my school and apologized profusely. He told me it would never happen again. It took a while but I took him back and eventually, I trusted him again.”

“You must have felt like he was worth giving another chance,” he said.

She sighed. “I thought he was, the best. When we graduated, we got engaged. I could see all of it – the wedding, the house with the white picket fence with kids running around. He and I were so compatible.” Her voice dropped off at the end.

He hesitated. “Do you want to talk about the rest? You don’t have to –“

“No, it’s ok. We had our rehearsal dinner at the hotel where we were getting married on Friday night. We parted for the night and wouldn’t see each other until I walked down the aisle. As I was leaving the bar, I noticed he’d left his credit card. I took it up to his room, excited that we’d get one more kiss. I was so stupid.” She felt the tears coming.

He could see it too. He moved toward the couch to try and get closer to her. “It’s ok,” he said softly. “We can stop.”

“No,” she said a little sob escaping. She took a deep breath and sighed. “I caught him in bed my very best friend. And when everything was said and done, he’d had girls all along. He’d never been faithful to me, not even in high school.” She wiped a tear away from her eye.

He was suddenly overwhelmed by feelings – rage at this guy for hurting her, sadness because she was sad, protectiveness because he didn’t want her to hurt anymore. Her tears truly broke his heart. He knelt down in front of her chair and started to put his arms around her, until there was a knock at the door.

“Great,” she muttered, wiping her eyes. She stood up and made her way to the door, gathering herself as she went. She looked through the peephole and let out a little squeal, opening the door. “Seth! You said you wouldn’t be back until tomorrow!”

He swept her up in a hug, lifting her off the ground, then planted a soft kiss to her lips. “I got an earlier flight. I didn’t want to be away from you a second longer than I had to be.” He kissed her again, this time more deeply and urgently.

Colin suddenly felt incredibly conspicuous. He stood up, dropping his beer bottle in the trash can. Seth eyed him over Cori’s shoulder.

“Hey Seth,” he said with a half smile.

“Colin, hey,” he said.

“Well, I’m gonna get out of here so you two can enjoy the night.” Colin stepped around them and walked out the door as Seth lifted Cori again, kissing her as he shut the door behind them. He stood there for just a second. It was jealousy this time, but there was something else – longing, maybe. He was really smitten with her. In fact, if he was really honest, he was falling in love with her.

This was dangerous territory. Time to take evasive action. He ducked into his apartment and changed, then headed to the bar down the block. Time to find a companion for the night, to make him forget that he wasn’t going to be with the girl he really wanted.

“Colin, you guys have to do this.” Cori was pacing around her apartment, talking with her hands, full of energy.

“I don’t know. It’s not what we normally do.”

“It’s a great way to get your name out to people who wouldn’t normally go to Rap’s or some of the other places you play. And it’s really good money.”

He was leaning against her kitchen counter, beer bottle in hand, the other rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, but this is different. This is a big, stuffy old people event.”

She leveled him with a look. “It is not,” she said. “My job is to broaden the net for her fundraising. She has plenty of big stuffy events for old people. She has to widen her demographic. She says if they’re having fun, they’ll donate. I know lots of young people feel like they are a charity, but it’s my job to bring them in so we can teach them about our foundation.”

He shook his head and sighed. “I don’t make any decisions for the band, we do it as a group. I’ll ask them.”

“Make sure you tell them how much she’s paying,” she said with a smile.

“That’s what worries me. I know they’ll say yes.”

“Why is that so awful?”

“It’s not awful, it’s just – I don’t know, I never pictured us being that kind of band.”

“The kind that makes money?”

He shot her a look. “No,” he said forcefully, “a band that kind of sells out and plays just stuffy events.”

She crossed her arms and gave him an angry look. “Colin. Are you crazy? The biggest names in music play private events all the time. One of the attorneys at Seth’s firm just paid huge money for Maroon 5 to play his daughter’s 16th birthday party. You think Adam Levine was like, ‘oh man, I’m compromising my principles.’ No, he took the money and probably even said thank you.”

He smiled a little, he knew when he was beaten. “Fine. Give me all the details and I’ll talk to them at practice.”

“Great!” she squealed. “You guys are so hot right now, getting you at an exclusive event will be huge. And the venue is so awesome. I promise we’ll take good care of all of you.”

He smiled, trying to hide the fact he’d love to work with her. “Oh, hey, I meant to tell you – Rap’s is closing early Wednesday for an employee appreciation and we’re going to play a set. I thought you might want to come, it won’t be so crowded and crazy.”

“Mm,” she said, taking a sip from her water bottle. “Thanks, let me check with Seth and I’ll let you know.”

“Oh, the invite is just for you. Since it’s employee appreciation, they told us we could each ask one person.”

“Wow,” she said, “I’m your plus one? I’m moving up in the world!”

“Damn right,” he said confidently and they both laughed.

“Alright, count me in. I’d love to come.”

He felt a swell of excitement – he loved every minute he spent with her. He was lucky her boyfriend didn’t mind him hanging around as much as he did. Some guys would get all possessive, but Seth seemed fine with it. Thank goodness.

“Alright, I’m out of here. And thanks for including us in the benefit. I don’t think I even bothered to thank you before I went full diva.”

She laughed, a sound he had come to love. “Well, if you’d said no, it was on to U2. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind being sloppy seconds to Rock the Cradle.”

He grabbed his left pec, laughing heartily. “Bono should be so lucky.”

For just a second, he had an impulse to kiss her. She looked so good, he loved that he made her smile so much. But he stopped himself – he had to do this right or he’d blow it.

“Ok, see ya later gator.”

“Bye,” she said seeing him out the door. As she closed it, she thought how crazy it was that she’d ever been interested in him. She’d always have a thing for him, but he’d never see her the way he saw the swarms of girls that were all over him at a gig, or the ones that nuzzled up to him at parties or the ones that were lucky enough to enjoy a sunrise with him. He’d always be out of reach for her. She was lucky that Seth had come along when he did or she’d spend a lot of nights staring through the peephole, wishing she was with 6A.

On Wednesday, she worked a little late so she went straight from work to Rap’s. The doors were locked and a guy was posted with a guest list. He opened up, saw her name on the list and let her in. He directed her to the green room where the band was prepping.

She came to the door and knocked softly. “The groupies are here!” someone shouted from inside and they all hooped and cheered. The door was opened by a guy she recognized as the drummer. She shoved her hand at him. “Oh man, it’s just Cori.”

She giggled. “Sorry to disappoint you!”

“If you’re looking for Colin, he’s in the bathroom squeezing into his leather pants. He’ll be out in a minute.”

She laughed as he led her to a table with some food and drinks.

“Help yourself,” he said.

“Thanks!” She grabbed some veggies and fruit and a bottle of water and found a chair by Kevin. The other guys were coming and going, getting ready.

“So,” she said, “is it good to be back at it and so busy?”

“Yeah,” he said. “There was a time I wondered if we’d get back but we did.”

“Yeah, Colin told me,” she said.

He looked surprised. “Wow, he must really like you. He never really said much to anyone. I just wish I could find out what really happened with him. Something he just doesn’t want to talk about.”

Cori knew he thought she knew more than she did, so she played along. “Yeah, just crazy. Thank goodness he was ok.”

“Oh yeah, he took a really hard hit. I was terrified. I thought, here we were playing hoops like we always do, and in just a second, he was flat on his back not breathing. Leave it to Colin’s dumb ass to die while he’s showing off a killer dunk.”

Cori’s breath caught in her throat. She tried not to show her surprise.

“We were lucky someone knew CPR. He was so upset we missed the meeting with the record company. Between recovering from being hurt, having a horrible concussion and missing out on that opportunity, he was so down. Colin is never down, but he was almost too far to reach.”

For a second she felt guilty – she’d wondered if it was drug or alcohol related. How could she have thought that about him?

“Good news is here we are, back in the swing. I hear you got us a high-end gig.”

“What? Oh yes, did you all discuss?”

Kevin let out a laugh. “There’s nothing to discuss! It’s great money and exposure, we’re doing it.”

“Oh good! I’m so glad,” she said, still reeling inside about what Kevin had told her. Just then, her golden rock god emerged from the bathroom. He was truly born to front a rock band. When he saw her, he broke into the most beautiful smile. She felt that pull of desire in her belly, but tried to look as normal as possible.

“You made it,” he said.

“Of course!”

Someone stuck their head in the door behind him – “five minutes.”

“That’s my cue. Have a great show, break a leg or whatever you say to a band.” She giggled.

“Thanks Cori.”

She made her way to her seat and sat through an incredible set. All the bar’s employees were having a ball, dancing in front of the stage and partying. She nursed a drink and spent her time watching him. He was so beautiful. He had a good voice, not the greatest but no one would ever notice because his stage presence was incredible. He had the crowd in the palm of his hand.

When it ended and the lights came up, the crowd swarmed the stage. The band’s guests emptied out of their tables and climbed up, hugging their significant others and chatting with the crowd. Just as Cori was about to walk towards the stage, a tall, dark haired girl strode in. Cori stopped and looked at her. She was breathtakingly gorgeous. Long legs in a short skirt, crop top that showed off her tanned skin, her hair perfect, large gold earrings dangling from her ears. She had on designer high heels and as she walked by, Cori caught a whiff of what she was sure was expensive perfume. She walked right up to the stage and looked at Colin, and he froze for a second, then reached down for her hand and pulled her up. She wound her arms around his neck, leaning in to say something to him and then laid a kiss on him that was pure fire.

Cori suddenly felt out of place and was grateful she had a clear shot at the door. She left quietly, no one any the wiser. She walked the few blocks home, locked the door and went in to prep for bed. She looked at herself in the mirror. She’d come straight from work so her cardigan and skirt weren’t cool at all. She looked frumpy compared to the glamour that Colin was kissing on stage. Her phone rang.

“Hey baby,” she said to Seth.

“Hey, you’re home.”

“Yeah, I left soon as the band finished.”

“I figured they’d have a big party after.”

She thought about the great time Colin was having with the gorgeous girl. “Nope, no party, just came home.”

“Aw, well I’m glad you’re home safe. We’re still on for Friday, right?”

“Yes! I’m so excited, I can’t believe you got us a table at Basile. You’re the best.”

“I fly in about 7 and I’ll head straight from the airport, should be there by 8 no problem.”

“Great, I can’t wait.”

They said their goodbyes and Cori pulled on a sleep shirt and crawled into bed. The last thing she thought about was her sexy rocker neighbor and how no matter how much she wanted him, she could never have him, not even a little of him.

Colin kept an eye on Cori as soon as the band finished. He wanted to sweep her up and spend the rest of the evening with her. When Claire suddenly appeared in front of the stage, he couldn’t believe it. She’d appeared just as instantly as she’d disappeared from his life. She was the one he thought might be for good, and he’d allowed himself to fall hard for her. Then, just like that, she was gone. He’d awoke one morning to find a note next to the bed. No explanation, just “Thanks,” and she was gone. Now, here she was again, and her timing was horrible. He looked up just in time to see Cori slip out the front door.

He stayed for the party, Claire catching him up on her travels and telling him she’d missed him and just had to see him. She saw on the internet that they were playing at Rap’s tonight and even though it was a private party, she talked her way in (she was used to always getting her way). He drank too much and took her back to his apartment. He didn’t know that across the hall, 6C couldn’t sleep and was up when she heard voices. She’d peered through the peephole at them, Colin’s hands all over Claire as he fumbled with the door, where they’d fallen into 6A and closed the door behind them. Knowing he was home safe, Cori crawled back in bed and finally fell asleep.

The next morning, Ms. Robbins had an early appointment and told her not to come in until 11. She’d made up for the sleep she lost the night before and was stepping out the door when Colin appeared at his door.

“Hey,” she said.

He hesitated, then “Hey.”

“You guys were great last night.”

“Thanks. Hey – I need a favor, a big one. Can I come over?”

She looked at her watch. “Sure, I’m going in late today, I have plenty of time.”

He walked into her apartment clad in only his boxers and laid down on the couch, arm behind his head.

“What are you doing?” she said with a laugh.

“Waiting.”

“On what?”

“For Claire to leave.”

Cori looked perplexed. “Wait – why don’t you just ask her to leave?”

“She’s not awake yet.” He said all of this as if it was perfectly normal.

“So wake her up.”

“Well, we were up pretty late, I wanted to let her sleep. But I don’t want to be there, I just want her to go.”

She thought about this for a minute. “Why?”

He sat up on the couch and pulled a throw pillow over his crotch, resting his arms on it. “Remember when I told you there was one girl I thought was the one?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s her.”

Cori raised her eyebrows. “I understand. She’s stunning.”

“Yeah, and she knows it,” he grumbled. “She’s the worst. The whole time we were together last night, all I could think was how she’d unceremoniously dumped me, never called or texted, then just showed up last night. Like everything was fine.”

She sat down on the chair. “A normal person would’ve said, ‘hey Claire, I was really disappointed in how it ended and I don’t want to be with you anymore.’”

He thought about that for a minute. “I mean, maybe. That never entered my mind. She looked really good last night and we had a few beers, probably too many. But that’s it, I’m done.”

Cori shook her head, processing all he’d said. “So let me get this straight. You really, really liked her, she broke your heart and dumped you on your ass, you don’t hear from her for a long time, she shows up out of nowhere and now you want her to disappear without saying a word to her.”

“Yep,” he said, popping the ‘p’.

“But she was ok to fuck last night.”

Colin flinched at the words. He’d never heard Cori use any language like that. “Jeez Cori, where did that come from?”

“It came from someone that got dumped by an asshole who also wanted to come back – again – but I had enough dignity to tell him to go fuck himself instead of setting myself up again.” She could feel the color rise in her face.

“Look,” said Colin, “I think these are two different situations. I never thought about marrying her or anything, I just really liked her.”

“So that’s what ‘the one’ means to you? Someone worth fucking more than once?” Cori could feel her temper spiraling out of control, but she wasn’t completely sure why and she was flying without a net.

He looked down at the floor, then back at her. “I’m sorry if you’re offended –“

“I guess I’m offended that she treats you like shit, shows up out of nowhere, jumps on stage with you and you bring her home and can’t get enough of her. I saw you when you were trying to get in the door while you were attached to each other. So she’s worth another shag even though she treats you like shit and I’m not worth fucking at all. I can’t believe I’ve actually been comparing myself to these girls you sleep with. How stupid am I?”

He was speechless. What did she just say?

“Cori, hold on a minute –“

“No,” she said, standing up. “You need to go. Go across the hall and grow the fuck up. If you don’t want her there, tell her. I’m not letting you hide over here. I’m just another girl for you to use. I guess I should be happy, at least I get to see you once in a while. As soon as we sleep together, you’d disappear. I’m lucky that I have a mature boyfriend who respects women and doesn’t just see them as a good time. You’re no better than my ex.”

He swallowed slowly, not sure what to say. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. She did have feelings for him. He didn’t think that was possible. How could she, she was way too good for him. On the down side, she was comparing him to the ex that cheated on her with her best friend. Not great.

“I mean it. Go. Get out of here. Just go.”

He stood up from the couch and hesitated in front of her.

“Go,” she said with venom in her voice. He did as she said.

Cori was so hot, she started fanning herself. Her fists were balled up and she was grinding her teeth. She looked at her watch and saw that she’d better head out or she’d be late. She made sure through the peephole that Colin wasn’t around and hurried out and down the stairs.

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ravenforce · 4 years

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Manhattan 6

Word Count: 3159

Pairing: Lou Miller x Fem!Reader, Background Platonic Avengers x Fem!Reader

Warning/Rating: Minor angst. Fluff in the end.

A/N:

1. If there are any grammatical mistakes I’ve still overlooked, I apologize.

2. I sort of running out of steam right here. A foresee at least two or three more chapters for this series. Thank you so much for everyone who like, and followed this story all the way from Ithaca.

3. Stay safe. Wash your hands. Don’t go out if you can help it. Practice social distancing. Drink lots of water. Eat good food. Take your 8 hours of sleep seriously. Take your vitamins seriously. Exercise. Meditate. If you need someone to talk to in this time of pandemic, hit my inbox. I’ll do my best to respond as quickly as time zones would allow it. I expect to see you on the other side of this shitty time. Xx

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 7 | 8 | 9

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Opening Night

Media, reporters and photographers swarm the entrance of the gallery as guests pour in for the opening of art week. Thanks to Daphne’s connections you were able to get enough traction to get people in the gallery’s doorstep. You were busy greeting the guests inside the gallery when Charlie bounded happily towards you.

“They’re here,” he whispered excitedly. He apologized to the guest you were casually chatting up before whisking you away at the entrance where Agatha is. You slapped your friend's butt when you got a good look at what she was wearing. “Y/N!” She blushed profusely.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it. You two cleaned up nice.” You grinned at your friends. Charlie laughed before shushing you both.

“Yeah, yeah but look at them.” Charlie stared dreamily as the bosses stopped to pose expertly in front of the camera. “They look like living goddesses.”

You smiled as you watch Lou in particular, looking dashing in her sparkling emerald suit with a sinfully low neckline. Lou turned her head and by the smirk on her face, you’re sure that she caught you staring. Agatha bumped her hips against yours while Charlie elbowed you playfully. You rolled your eyes at their antics.

“Excuse me.” A man in a crisp navy suit stood behind you. You recognized him as the young, handsome German diplomat on the guest list. You smiled at the man politely.

“Mr Klaus Heister, Ich bin Y/N Y/L/N (I’m Y/N Y/L/N).” You introduced yourself with a firm handshake. “Was kann ich für Dich tun? (What can I do for you?)”

Klaus smiled at you over the rim of his champagne glass, clearly impressed that someone as young as you are is versed in high German. “Kannst du mich herumführen? (Can you show me around?)”

You turned towards your friends who were silently watching the interaction, surprised evident in their face. Surely from not knowing that you can speak another language. You handed Charlie the rest of the guestlist for him to go over, and assigned Agatha to make sure the champagne is flowing. The two nodded a little dumbfounded at you before you turn back to the young diplomat.

“Es tut mir Leid, dich warten zu lassen (I’m sorry to keep you waiting).”

Klaus smiled charmingly at you before motioning you to lead the way.

***

“I’m sure she’s here somewhere,” Debbie said as she sidled up next to Lou on the makeshift bar. Lou sipped her vodka without taking her eyes off of the crowd. The launch of the two homegrown artists, Lee and Nikki, is a success. There were so many people - art students, art enthusiasts, and serious art collectors - came out to see the show. Tammy plopped down on the stool next to Debbie.

“This crowd is insane,” she said after ordering a cosmopolitan. She too is now watching the throng of people moving around, simultaneously talking about the art and the artists itself. Debbie nodded her agreement.

“Charlie!” Lou yelled when she caught the man trying to squeeze himself between two guests. He’s carrying a Deed of Sale folder. He smiled at his bosses, waving the folder in their faces. “Hi!”

“Have you seen Y/N?” Lou questioned, completely ignoring the folder Charlie is carrying.

“Oh. She’s been looking for you, and I was just bringing this to her.” Lou then noticed the folder but before she can ask, Charlie beat her to the news. “Y/N’s ready to close the sale with the German diplomat.”

“What?!” A few eyes turned towards the bar as Lou, Debbie, and Tammy exclaimed in unison. They gaped at Charlie like he just grew two heads.

“Yeah. Sorry, we weren’t able to tell you he was here. Agatha and I are running around to make sure nothing is amiss, and Y/N has been entertaining Mr Heister since he arrived.” Charlie scratched the back of his neck. He knew they should have informed the crew when a VIP arrived but they’ve been running around to pick up the slack while you take care of the diplomat.

“Where are they?” Tammy was the first to ask. She craned her neck to try and see over the crowd but it was no use.

“They’re on the other side of the room. Near the entrance to the back patio.” And just how the black sea parted for Moses, the crowd shifted to clear a path and reveal you standing with the diplomat.

“I should get this to her.” Charlie held up the folder again before power walking away. Nine, Rose, Constance, and Amita joined the rest of the team in the bar just as Charlie reached you.

“Hey! Hey!” Nine greeted everyone enthusiastically. She’s definitely in a party mood after the success of tonight’s show. “Looked who we found loitering around.”

“Congrats on the show, sis.” Thor managed to voice out. The rest of the Avengers spoke in unison, voicing their agreement, and how much they love the show in unison like the excitable children that they always are when their big sister Lou is around. The rest of the Heist chuckled, they’ve met the Avengers a couple of times before since they tend to travel in packs.

“Uhm, has anyone seen Y/n?” Tony asked. Debbie smiled and cocked her head in your direction.

“What’s that about?” Constance interjected. They’ve all been wondering where you’ve been because they haven’t seen you since they arrived.

“That’s the German diplomat.” Debbie watched entranced by the way you’re handling yourself in front of such a powerful character. She knows Klaus for a while now, they’ve done a few businesses together. He’s known for being rather intimidating, a little too overconfident with a dash of charming.

“And?” Amita asked impatiently. She hates pregnant pauses like they’re all supposed to know what the heck is happening all the time.

“And Y/N has already sold a painting,” Lou said proudly. The Avengers started low key celebrating your victory by clinking their glasses together. They stopped being noisy children, especially the boys when Daphne sauntered towards them from the other side of the room. The girls rolled their eyes, of course, the boys would want to be on their best behaviour when their crush is around.

“Make it three.”

“Three?!” They all whisper yelled at the brunette. Daphne chuckled before nodding.

“But we’ve only been here for two hours.” Amita is dumbfounded.

“Well, that’s Y/N alright,” Tony and Maria spoke proudly at the same time.

***

After a couple of minutes, you came over with Klaus closely behind. You introduced him to everyone and informed the team of the deal you’ve made with him. The Heist invited the young diplomat to sit on their designated table, which he gladly accepted. You, on the other hand, excused yourself to greet the Avengers. Lou watched Klaus watching you walk away.

“Is Ms Y/L/N a permanent part of your team?” Klaus turned back towards the table and took a sip of his nth glass of champagne. The team subtly bristled, an ominous feeling creeping on them. They’ve seen this scenario before with another intern, and another high-profile person.

“As of the moment, no but we intend to keep her around after her internship.” Debbie is claiming it. Looking around the table, she knows that she’s on the same page with the crew. They just have their fingers crossed that you want to stay at the gallery.

“Ah, that is wise but I hope you don’t mind if I make her an offer as well.”

Lou reached for Tammy’s hand under the table and squeeze it. She needed something to anchor her. Thankfully, Tammy squeezes back and gave her a tight smile. The rest of the crew looked rather uncomfortable as well. Debbie gulped as she watches you walk back to the table.

You just wanted to confirm to everyone that the wire transfer for Klaus’ purchase is good and successful but you can see that something is a miss from five feet away. You can see your crew’s tense shoulders, tense jaws, and you’re pretty sure Lou and Tammy are holding each other's hand under the table. Even Daphne is sporting a subtle frown, and it says a lot since the woman is mostly always sunny.

“Is everything alright?”

“Why, yes. You’re right in time.” Klaus beamed at you. “I just found out you aren’t in contract yet with the Heist. Is that correct?”

“That’s correct.”

“Well, with Ms Ocean’s permission, I would like to offer you a job as the curator for my gallery in Dusseldorf. What do you say?”

You wouldn’t admit it but there’s a slight pinch in your heart when Klaus said that Debbie allowed him to make the offer. You couldn’t deny it though that it’s a wonderful offer especially since the man is offering you a way to jump ahead from being a gallery assistant to a curator. He tried to sweeten the deal some more by adding all the benefits he’s willing to give just so you would take the job like free lodging, health care, and transportation.

“You can travel the world with me in search of beautiful pieces of art. All expense paid.” Klaus looked at you hopefully. He’s thrown in everything he can offer in the table.

“Thank you for the offer, Mr Heister.” The Heist crew held their collective breath. The pause is giving everyone anxiety. You smiled at the man. “I appreciate the offer but I am where I’m supposed to be.”

A collective sigh of relief was heard audibly around the table. Klaus let out a loud laugh.

“Zumindest habe ich es versucht (At least, I tried.)”

***

After Party

“Cheers!” Nine, Constance, and Amita yelled in unison, prompting everyone to raise and clink their glasses together too.

You were all supposed to go to a club to celebrate but everyone decided it’s better not to drive anymore as all of you have consumed alcohol at one point in the night already. Everyone was having fun, talking about the high and low points of the night while finishing the bottle of vodka the Avengers brought to the gallery as a gift. You were so happy that your friends were able to make it. It means a lot to you that they showed up for you.

“Congratulations, bubba,” Maria came over and hugged you. Lou came over with a refill of your drink. Maria smiled at Lou before delivering the most deadpanned shovel talk ever. Lou was so caught off guard by it, she didn’t hear the door of the gallery opening or the room falling suddenly silent.

“Hey.”

Someone tapped her on the shoulder. Lou turned wide-eyed after recognizing the voice. There stood Therese in the flesh, wearing a beautiful lacy dress. Lou wasn’t given a minute of reprieve before Therese pulled her by the lapel of her suit and smashing their lips together. For a minute, Lou felt the world stopped and started caving in under her feet.

Everyone gasped as they watch you watch Therese suck Lou’s face. You pursed your lips together. You’re not the jealous type but something about watching someone else kiss Lou is making your stomach churn and your heartache. After a minute of being frozen, Lou was able to gently push Therese away.

“Therese, what are you doing here?” She wiped her mouth with the sleeve of her suit. She can’t wipe the taste of tequila and cigarettes but she had to try. She doesn’t like it, she prefers your soft mouth that somehow manages to always taste like mint and chocolate.

Ah, Therese, you thought. You’ve heard of her from everyone. She was Lou’s longest girlfriend, the best yet in the history of Lou’s dating life.

“Well, I wanted to congratulate you and everyone for the success of this event.”

“If there’s someone responsible for tonight’s success, it’ll be Y/N.” Debbie interjected without care if she’s not technically included in the conversation.

Debbie and Therese didn’t have the best relationship because the latter has always been malicious in interpreting her and Lou’s friendship. Therese used to always be jealous of the amount of time Debbie and Lou spent together, creating friction between them until she made Lou choose between her and Debbie that resulted with the blonde choosing her best friend.

“I didn’t think you’d stoop so low. Banging an employee.” Therese threw you a dirty look. You had to hold the back of Maria’s dress to prevent her from tearing the woman apart. You glanced at the Avengers, and you chuckled internally when you saw that the boys are restraining Nat, Carol, and Wanda from doing the same thing as well.

When you were sure that Maria’s calm, you pushed away from the table you were leaning on and walked past Therese. “You think you’re so special because she’s giving you all the attention now?” Therese stopped you with a hand on your wrist.

You looked down at her hand before looking at her eyes. She has really beautiful eyes, and you can imagine why Lou would be in love with a woman like her. “I don’t think I’m special.”

Therese laughed in your face. “Good because you’re not. You’re disposable.”

“That makes two of us, I guess.”

Nine choked on her drink somewhere in the room. By the look of anger in Therese’s face, you know you struck a chord. What happened next was unacceptable for you. Therese slapped you. You whipped your face back towards her and retaliated. Therese turned at you with wide eyes.

“What? You think I would just let you disrespect me, bully me, and physically hurt me in my turf?”

It was one thing to watch Therese hit you. It’s another to watch you retaliate. They don’t know what to do, except gape and watch.

"If you weren’t so disposable like the rest of us, Lou would still be with you but since she’s not then I guess you need a healthy dose of reality, sister.”

Then you stormed out of the gallery.

***

“Did you see what your bitch did to me?” Therese is clutching her warm, reddened cheeks.

“Don’t call her that.” Lou gritted her teeth in an attempt to reign in her rising anger.

“Why?” Therese tried to step closer to her but she stopped when she saw how angry Lou looked. Lou closed her eyes and sighed deeply.

“Because she’s not just my bitch, Therese. I love her.”

Everyone gasped at the blonde’s admission. Thor and Loki grinned at each other. They’re happy for their sister, finally, she’s found someone worth saying the words for. Lou smiled sadly at the woman she loved for so long before walking away. She knows that Therese won’t ever bother her again, she’s smart enough to know that tonight is the end of their history and death of the possibility of a future together that she desperately clutches on.

***

You were lying down on the sofa with an ice pack on the side of your face that Therese struck, listening to Tracy Chapman’s Baby Can I Hold You when someone knocked on your door. You ignored it in favour of watching the moon outside your window. Another knock, you just let out a sigh.

“Y/N, it’s me. Open up, please.” You opened your eyes when you hear Lou’s soothing voice outside. Yet you didn’t move an inch from where you’re perched on the couch. Another minute past before Lou knocked again.

“Love, please. Let me in.” You sighed. You pulled the ice pack away from your face and walked blindly in your dark apartment towards the door. When you pulled the door open, Lou sighed in relief.

“What do you want?”

“You.” Cheeky, always cheeky. Too bad you weren’t in the mood for that with what happened at the after-party. She can see you’re not having it either, so she dialled back a little. “And to come in, please.”

You pulled the door open wider to let her in. You flicked the lights open, and Lou was greeted by the bottle of scotch on your centre table. You ignored the knowing look she’s giving you before plopping down your soft leather couch. “What are you doing here, Lou? Shouldn’t you be with Therese?”

She didn’t follow you. She stood there in the middle of the room, looking at you. It took everything for you not to squirm in the intensity of her gaze.

“No, I belong here with you.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m in love with you.”

You bit your lip to prevent yourself from grinning. Lou’s growing anxious by the minute that you hasn’t said anything back. You beckoned her to sit next to you but her butt hasn’t even touched the couch yet when you flung yourself over her and straddled her lap. Her hand landed softly against your waist in an instant while you kiss her reverently.

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wtfockdown commentary with my sister: clips 21-25

Zoe’s look of inner turmoil about Senne is how I look when I’m deciding between Oreo’s and brownies.

Clip #21- Amber/Aaron

Wait before you play it..what is Aaron and Amber’s ship name? Aber? Amron? Both sound like cheap ass airlines...get back to me on that

Are they going to talk about the dickpick incident of 2020?

She’ll answer..

Workout? Girl, why?

That is one bright ass purple wall

She is NOT impressed

She SHOULD be ignoring you

You go, girl!

Yes it is because of that...you dumbass

NO, NO she didn’t find it hot...it was creepy

No one wants unwanted dickpics in their messages…

SO?? Girlfriend or not..you don’t do that!

Yes, go Amber!

Damn right she is right

I would fucking hope not…

I’m sure she can think of something for you to do

Don’t ask for it...just don’t

Yes, a workout sounds great...for you! For me, it sounds fucking terrible

He’s got a tracksuit on..he’s ready

This is a weird workout

Muscles? Aaron? HA! Those don’t exist...jk I believe in you Aaron

Aw these two are such dorks, what a great match

Aaron you are killing it...keep going!

Aaron looks like he is mixing up potions with those moves *dies laughing*

That was such a wholesome clip

Clip #22- Senne/Nina

Oh hey this girl is back

She looks less than impressed which is a shame because Senne has a guitar

Eh...depends on the movie

No, he doesn’t want you talking during a movie (...is she serious? lol)

Just kidding he said he would do it

Will it be fun though? With me, yes it would, but with you? Eh the jury is still out on you

A romantic movie, you say? How about Robbe and Sander’s love story...I hear it got excellent reviews

Senne hates love unless it involves Zoe

She already chose and you said nooooo!

How much enthusiasm can you have about watching a movie?

Yikes…

Angry little Seppe

I mean...SOMETHING is wrong

That’s a fair point

He’s on his period

OOP!!!!!! Ahhhhh abort! Abort!!!

Man down, man down!! Abort!!

Ahhhhhhhhhh

This a trainwreck.....keep going

I mean at least it wasn’t during sex! Look at the positives, Nina

A slip of the tongue...except he also is in love with Zoe so maybe not such a mistake

You tell ‘em Nina!

She said boy byeeeeeee!

Oh little Seppe what am I gonna do with you..

Clip #23- Sander vlog #4

Sander you thirsty hoe….and Robbe you love it, don’t lie!

Also, texting in the beginning means a Sander video right?!

Time for a video!!

Yeah the apothe-whatever it is...that thing!

Robbe hit him with 3 exclamation points

YES!

End of the lockdown? Jealous...can’t relate

“My dear Robbe”?? Oh this boy…

THE SCHOOL!

They did more than find each other

Yes, kisses, explosions! BOOM!

He is so fucking extra. I love him. Robbe you lucky little shit

Hahahahahaha Robbe come get your man hahaha

No we certainly will not know a love like that. You absolutely right.

That little snort! How can he be so adorable but also so attractive at the same time? Unfair.

I really miss him too. And you! Both of you!!

Oh gosh I wasn’t ready for him to hit me with the “forever”

Fuck you, Sander, I wasn’t ready!

He needs a hug! Coronavirus be damned, someone hug this man

Ahhhhh chernobyl!!!! BOOOOOOM!

Me too! (counting down the days)

Don’t be a Debby Downer, Robbe!!

Ever the realist...ugh, shut up with your facts Robbe

Robbe out here crushing his man’s dreams

Sander is so sad!!! Robbe stop with your facts!

Fuck the security council...whatever that is

….The lockdown has been lifted! I am the council, I say it has been lifted for these two boys and these two boys only.

Clip #24- Boy Squad

Robbeeeeeee!

Moyo your dancing is great but no one cares

Robbe and Jens couldn’t care less

Robbe looks great in the black sweatshirt

Naps are the best, right Aaron? I feel ya

Pictionary?! Hahahahaha

No Farmville, Jens?

LOL at Moyo

Jens, why do you know everything?

Robbe’s hair is looking extra floofy

Jens exposing Aaron! Hahahaha

Even Moyo knows that’s bad

For shame, Aaron, for shame

No shit Sherlock

Yes, he has and she has forgiven him...unfortunately

The boys are disappointed and you know it’s bad when Moyo knows that a no-no

No one cares about your balls

Blue balls sounds bad you should consult a doctor

Welcome to quarantine life, get over it Aaron

Robbe “can’t relate” IJzermans

LOOK AT HIS FACE!

Robbe I’m so proud of you

Yes, rub it in their face that you’re still getting some!

Robbe doesn’t kiss and tell, unlike you morons

Boys jealousy level 100, good for you Robbe

Hahahaha this man said “I’m still getting some, be jealous, now let’s play some pictionary”

Robbe you need a few lessons from your boyfriend because your art is trash

Robbe nooooooo

The fact that these dudes are playing pictionary is fucking hilarious

What’s next? Charades? Heads up? Words with friends?

Seriously, Sander needs to give him a few lessons...like start with connecting the dots and color by numbers

Robbe is concentrating so hard...bless his kind soul

Clip #25- Girl Squad

Ladies!!

Aww yasmina is missing her fam

Jana getting bangs is one of the best decisions she’s ever made

I’m so happy they are taking interest in this for Yasmina

I’ve had way too much time to think, but I’m glad Yasmina is loving it

She looks so peaceful but also sad

Oh gosh don’t ask Amber about Aaron

Then you made him exercise with you

Amber you sweet innocent soul

Yeah Zoe, what about YOU?!

Luca is all of us

She should have an OLD bf not a new one

Jana just started a riot hahaha

Yes, talking again...and then hanging up

*pauses it* There are two types people in this call: those who are loving the gossip and the drama which are Amber and Luca and then those who know this is going to end badly and just want Zoe to move on and that is Jana and Yasmina

Okay continue..

GREAT question Luca!

Yasmina has got a great point..

Jana looks so pretty

Also, is wall decoration like not a thing in Belgium?

Zoe looks so torn...poor, sweet 2nd fave bleach blonde

WILL it be alright? I like you optimism though Amber

Man if Zoenne gets back together I’m gonna need to see the girl’s reactions

#wtfock #kennedy watches wtfock

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Egon Spengler x Student!OC

Ch. 2: Ghost Hunt (part 2 of 2)

Egon Spengler x Lori Williams

(a/n: This will be taking place well over a year before Ghostbusters Inc. is established and Egon is still teaching Paranormal Studies at Columbia University in NYC. This fan fiction series will contain NSFW in some parts~)

~7:55pm~

Egon stood by the fountain and he looked at his watch a bit anxiously and looked around. No sign of Lori yet, but he knew that she would be here soon. All day long, this is what Dr. Spengler has been thinking about, testing out his PKE meter and with Lori, his favorite student. Thinking about Lori suddenly made a blush rise to Egon’s cheeks and he could feel them getting warmer and he loosened his tie a bit and cleared his throat, trying to get this thoughts on anything other than his inappropriate feelings towards his student.

“Dr. Spengler?” Egon looked up when he heard the familiar, sweet voice of Lori Williams, and she was right on time. “Sorry if I had you waiting on me, the subway I usually take was packed full so I had to wait for another one.” she explained. Lori was carrying a black tote bag and she had a Polaroid camera around her neck. Egon smiled at the sight of seeing Lori so prepared and ready for a ghost hunt; he definitely found her cute in her more casual wear with a camera around her neck, looking more than ready to hopefully capture a little part of the unknown.

Egon stood up and cleared his throat again, absentmindedly loosening his tie a little more. “I’ve only been here for about three minutes or so, you’re fine.” he started, giving her a little smile before he motioned for Lori to follow him to the doors of the large building. He pulled out a small set of keys and had to try a few before finally finding the right one. Lori stifled a small giggle as her professor struggled to unlock the doors and Egon looked back at her with a small smirk before opening the door for her and letting her in. From there, they went straight to the second floor art room where they would be looking for any signs of the paranormal. Egon had everything he needed already so they didn’t need to stop by his office, which was another floor up.

Lori pulled out a notebook and a pen from her bag and got her camera turned on and ready and Egon pulled out his PKE meter as well as a small tape recorder. Their plan was simple; Egon would take track the spirit with the PKE meter and when it would start going off and the sides would raise up, Lori would snap a picture of the place where the spirit supposedly was. They had a good bit of faith that this might actually work, so they got right to it. Egon found himself feeling pretty impressed with his student and how she looked so determined to “catch” this ghost.

“Okay, here we go.” Egon breathed out and he turned on the PKE meter and started to slowly walk about the large room with Lori following behind him. For the first few minutes the meter remained completely silent and Egon started to think that maybe the last time was just a fluke, a simple malfuntion with the meter. Then, when they approached a dark corner where the pottery was, the meter started to flash its lights and the prongs that were tucked into the sides slowly raised up as he got closer. Egon looked back at Lori and motioned for her to take a picture of the corner. She nodded and snapped the picture and the film came out and she set it one of the desks to wait for it to develop. While that was happening, Lori took a couple more shots of the corner as well as the other places where Egon was getting a reading, The corner, though, was where it was the strongest.

Lori and Dr. Spengler spent about an hour in there together before deciding to call it. “I think we might have got exactly what we were looking for. I didn’t get this good of a reading last time I was in here. The prongs wouldn’t even raise up like they did today,” Egon explained then looked down at Lori, who was carefully gathering the photos that she had taken before placing her camera and notebook back in her bag. The lanky man smiled and he felt his ears getting warm...for some reason, before he said, “Good job tonight, Lori.” This made Lori look up at her professor in slight surprise. Out of formality, he would call her “Ms. Lori”, but this time it was just “Lori”. It actually felt pretty nice to hear, although she still stuck to calling Egon “Dr. Spengler”.

“Thank you, Dr. Spengler. Hopefully the photos that I took will show us what we want to see. I’m excited to see how they turn out.” Lori said, smiling up at her professor before her stomach gave a loud growl of hunger, as did Egon’s. She was about to suggest giving him the photos so she could return home to make herself some dinner, but Egon spoke first.

“Let me get you something to eat as a reward for helping me out tonight,” Egon suggested, much to Lori’s surprise. “We can look over the photos together to see what we find. Does that sound alright?” he asked her. He knew that most, if not all, professors wouldn’t do this with a student, even if they had a favorite one. But, this was technically class related, and he wanted to reward Lori for helping him. Although, he could have asked Ray, but...

“I'd like that. Thank you,” Lori replied before Egon could even finish his thought about why he had chosen Lori, a student, over his best friend. This made Egon’s smile get wider though and he told her about a small pizza place close to campus. It was around 8:15pm on a weeknight, so the place should be free from the overwhelming crowd of customers as well as obnoxious tourists.

Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose and loosening his tie a bit, Egon motioned for Lori to follow him. Lori had surprised the tall professor once again by agreeing to look over the photos over a slice of pizza. He just hoped that none of his coworker friends, Ray or Peter, would spot him with a student. Ray wasn’t exactly the one he was worried about though, it was Peter. With Peter Venkman, it wasn’t exactly unusual to see him out and about with a particularly pretty student of his, and his goal wasn’t anything like Egon’s. Peter definitely liked to romance his dates and then wouldn’t speak to them again since he would always seem to find someone slightly prettier than the last. Egon simply saw that Lori was very interested in the paranormal and he figured that she would enjoy learning about his projects that he was working on. Although...she was rather pretty herself, and that was definitely something Egon couldn’t seem to ignore no matter how hard he tried. Knowing Peter, if he saw Lori and Egon together like this, Egon would never hear the end of it.

Egon and Lori made some small talk on their way to the small pizzeria and they were relieved that it was indeed very slow, with only one other customer eating a slice of pizza and reading the paper in a corner towards the back. “Why don’t you find us a table and I’ll order at the counter? Is pepperoni alright with you? I don’t like much else on my pizza.” Egon explained and Lori nodded her head since she was the same way.

“Sure thing,” she smiled up at him before turning to grab a table for the two of them. As Lori found a good table by a window, she felt some butterflies in her stomach out of nowhere. If this wasn't her professor, then this almost would have felt like a little date, but they were just going over photos. Although, it was very nice of Dr. Spengler to treat her for helping him test the PKE meter and for taking photos for him. There were two other Parapsychologists at the university though, so Lori wondered why her professor had picked her instead of one of his colleagues.

Lori was snapped out of her thoughts when Egon sat down across from her at the two-person table. “I ordered us a large so you can take some home with you if you want for leftovers.” he told her.

“Oh, thank you! As a student I practically live on leftovers.” Lori giggled softly and Egon let out a little chuckle. He remembered being a student as well and how leftovers would usually be the staple of his diet along with junk food like Little Debbies. Egon could never get enough of those delicious little snacks.

Lori got out the photos from her bag and placed them on the table. They were already developed and the two were shocked but pleased with how they turned out. “We..actually caught something!” she gasped and picked up the photo that she took of the corner of the art room where the PKE meter was getting the strongest readings and handed it to Egon. He took the photo and his eyes widened and he adjusted his glasses and took a closer look, just to make sure he was seeing it right.

“It looks like we found a Class 1 vapor. We saw no physical form but we caught it on camera.” Egon explained and he held it in the middle of the table so he and Lori could both examine it. “There is an obvious mist that looks to be taking the shape of a human, although I’m not sure if it was male or female...” he explained further and Lori nodded. He could tell that Lori was very intrigued by this, so he continued. “These other pictures are just orbs...or dust. It can be difficult to tell the difference sometimes, but this picture,” Egon paused, holding up the picture they had been looking at the most. “This is what we wanted. I can’t thank you enough for helping me.” Egon smiled at Lori and she felt some heat rising to her cheeks and Egon noticed. He felt his ears heat up as well as his cheeks and he really hoped that Lori didn’t notice, but she did. Egon opened his mouth to say something else but shut it quickly when one of the servers came and brought them there pizza along with a couple of plates and their drinks.

“To the art room ghost,” Lori said, holding up her cup of soda for a toast. Egon smirked and held up his cup too.

“To the art room ghost.”

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tartsandcrafts · 4 years

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I’ve once again been caught up in the urge to get into another crafting hobby. I bought the latest humble bundle of crafting and diy ebooks, and for some reason, this time crochet is calling me. Is it because it was impossible to resist opening a book called "The Happy Hooker"? Probably? All I know is that I ended up ordering a pack of crochet hooks and a few different types of yarn from Michael's, so I guess this is happening now. Since I kind of regret not documenting my learning process as I tried other crafts (silversmithing, wire wrapping, beading, embroidery and cross stitch, sourdough…), I think I'll try it with crochet. Guess I’m planning to actually blog now.

So here's my naive approach so far:

The book is “Stitch ‘n bitch crochet: The Happy Hooker” by Debbie Stroller, and for the first crochet book I’ve opened, it seems pretty detailed and comprehensive. My plan is to follow each stitch tutorial and make a practice square for all of them. Then I’ll try to follow one of the patterns. Scarf seems like the obvious choice, which is all I ever managed to make when I tried to learn knitting over a decade ago.

I bought a set of aluminum crochet hooks that includes sizes D-K because that seemed like a good place to start? I’m a little iffy on how likely I am to use a bunch of different sizes, but I was not confident enough to believe I could pick the one best size to learn on. For yarn, I got two smaller skeins of cheap medium weight 100% cotton in two colours so I can try out switching them up, one skein of medium weight wool/nylon blend for a scarf pattern from the book I want to try, and one super fine acrylic/nylon blend because I want to try the cute fingerless gloves pattern one day, maybe, and also needed to compare yarn weights in person. I just can’t visualize the differences. I would love to go to that independent fibre arts store down the street and just browse, but I’m not ready to go out into the world for anything but necessities yet, so I’m at the mercy of online shop product descriptions.

I almost bought a mini stuffed dinosaur crochet kit from Etsy, but shipping ended up being half the cost of the item, and it was probably an overly optimistic ambition anyway. I did find out that the search term is amigurumi, ended up on the club crochet website, and got the vague idea that if I ever want to pursue making little creatures (and I will), I need to learn something called the “magic circle”. This term is giving me flashbacks to being a pre-teen reading Sandry’s Book and thinking maybe my friendship bracelets could hold magic too.

Looking forward to making a bunch of useless crochet squares as I start to figure shit out! Can’t wait until I start hoarding yarn!

#crochet #crafting #jeh's thoughts #maybe i'll actually starting being a blogger now #maybe i'll update my tumblr more frequently and try to engage in the community #embroidery tumblr has been good to me in ways art never was #i wonder what crochet tumblr is like?#did the magic circle inspire the circle of magic? i know Tammy is on here #but i don't want to ask her #not a fan of directly interacting with authors i love #except for that time Neil Gaiman drew a scary monster in my book because i was cool with him taking a midnight tea break at a book signing #jeh learns crochet #i think that's the tag i'll use for this journey #jeh posts

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murfeelee · 4 years

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Video Games Pt3: Video Game Challenge

I saw this list on Pinterest out of nowhere, and what better way to ring in the new year than with another questionnaire, about my favorite pastime! This is the spiritual successor to Part 1 and Part 2.

Day 1 - Very first video game: Pacman and/or Mortal Kombat and/or Samurai Shodown on arcade machines (way back in the day when laundromats had arcade machines and gumball machines and such in them--good times, good times U_U); Tetris on computers; and a buttload of PS1 titles (again: back in the good ole days when consoles came with promo demo discs--I had Frogger, Need for Speed, Medieval, and a bunch of others).

Day 2 - Your favorite character: Here’s my Top 10 Males post and Top 10 Females post.

Day 3 - A game that is underrated: I will preach the greatness of PS1′s Legend of Dragoon till my dying day. It was doomed to dwell in Final Fantasy 7′s shadow, which came out earlier that same year, and it’s a real shame, cuz LoD was E V E R Y T H I N G.

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My favorite aspects of the game are:

Its lore and worldbuilding. On top of the fact that the premise of the game is could be an anime series in its own right, you just get SO EXCITED to visit each new location, and uncover more about the world’s history, and see the different architecture, technologies, cultures and different races (I LOVE the Winglies, of course). It’s actually a gorgeous game for its time.

The combat -- I STILL have some of the Addition patterns memorized to this very day! They get progressively harder as you level up, but once you get used to the timing you feel so dang good. Die, More and More!

The soundtrack and cutscenes. The NOSTALGIA? O_O Bruh. The story is just really good, and was the very first video game to make me cry when certain...events...happened. Play the game and find out for yourself!

Day 4 - Your guilty pleasure game: The Sims, Dragon Age...any and all EA games. Effing ashamed of myself every time I give that nest of corporate demons at Electronic Farts money. “Surprise mechanics” my arse.

Day 5 - Game character you feel you are most like (or wish you were): Has Jar Jar Binks been in a video game yet? Then that’s me. XD But I wish I was most like Lara Croft, as explained in my Top 10 Females post.

Day 6 - Most annoying character: For females it’s Lightning from Final Fantasy 13, and for males it’s Vaan, from Final Fantasy 12. I don’t mind as much when supporting characters are effing annoying (Vanille, Hope, etc), but when it’s the MAIN protagonist?! WHY, Square Enix? WHY.

Lightning was just a negative nancy debbie downer. I wish they had swapped Serah and Lightning, I seriously do. I just couldn’t stand her dry and soulless personality. She wasn’t being edgy or bada** or cool or sexy or FANG or anything; she was just a bitter jaded unhappy wench.

And with Vaan I just effing hate that dude. Why was he even there? They tried so hard to make this pushy entitled kid relevant, but I was like no, the story could’ve easily been told without him, and I wish it had been; he’s a effing idiot.

Day 7 - Favorite game couple: Yuna and Tidus from FFX (hardest I ever cried playing a video game -- THE FEELS I TELL YOU).

Day 8 - Best soundtrack: I used to think it was Skyrim, but nope, it’s Witcher 1, 2 and 3. Just listen to ALL of the songs CDPR ever produced for the entire franchise, including all the unreleased tracks, and enjoy the eargasm.

Day 9 - Saddest game scene: Hellblade: Senua’s Sacrifice had me legit depressed for a good week. Get your tissues and holy water ready; it’s seriously effed up. The entire game is the saddest I ever played, jfc.

Day 10 - Best gameplay: Witcher 3, duh. Main quests, side quests, combat, dialogue, plot, graphics, worldbuilding, creatures, bosses, soundtrack, characters, Gwent, NEED I GO ON.

Day 11 - Gaming system of choice: Playstation for life. But the Nintendo Switch is effing brilliant, ngl; once they put Skyrim & The Witcher on it I was like SOLD.

Day 12 - A game everyone should play: At least ONE Final Fantasy game. There’s 15+, and Dissidia and Kingdom Hearts. It’s not just a game, it’s an experience.

As much as I rag on FF13 and FF15, they’re still admittedly LEAGUES better than a lot of other crap out there. I just happen to feel that Square Enix is out of its frikkin mind lately, and tbh I’ve been rapidly losing my hype for the FF7 Remake. I was never much of a FF7 fan to begin with, aside from being a rabid Sephiroth fangirl and watching Advent Children a billion times. But Square’s gotta be drunk as a skunk if they think I’m paying all that money for god knows how many of these effing “episodes” they’re gonna piecemeal us to dangit death with. HAYUL no. I’d rather not get too attached.

Day 13 - A game you’ve played more than five times:

Day 14 - Current (or most recent) gaming wallpaper: Huh?

Day 15 - What game are you playing right now: Speak of the devil, I’m replaying God of War for the zillionth time already.

Day 16 - Game with the best cut scenes: In terms of graphics and story impact IMO might be Red Dead Redemption 2. That game was frikkin gorgeous, and the story was SO DANG GOOD. Braithwaite Manor!? O_O

Day 17 - Favorite antagonist: For females it’s either Edea from FF8, or Yunalesca from FFX. For dudes it’s Sephiroth, from FF7. That man needs some serious counseling.

Day 18 - Favorite protagonist: Yuna from FFX for the ladies, and TW3′s Geralt of Rivia for the dudes.

Day 19 - A game world you would like to live in: The more Middle Eastern-inspired scifi/steampunki-medievalesque world of Ivalice from FF12, or the medieval French/Swiss Toussaint from The Witcher 3: Blood and Wine.

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Day 20 - Favorite genre: RPGs and JRPGs, and pretty much action-adventure games with swords and sorcery.

Day 21 - Game with the best story: Red Dead Redemption, which is a good thing and a bad thing. A lot of the time I felt I was watching a movie, rather than playing a game. But it was still an Oscar worthy movie. XD

Day 22 - A game sequel which disappointed you: Technically it hasn’t come out yet, but from what we’ve seen of the Nioh 2 beta release, omfg what’s going on? U_U Now, don’t get me wrong! Nioh 2 looks AMAZING. But....that’s cuz it looks exactly like Nioh 1, just with new yokai gameplay thrown in. o_O Uh...is this a DLC expansion pack or what? Cuz it sure ain't lookin like a full-fledged sequel! :P Dare I call it an asset flip. Come on, don’t do this; do MORE. Unless this is actually an expansion you’ll sell for half the price. ;)

Day 23 - Game you think had the best graphics or art style: For graphics it’s RDR2, but for most unique art style it’s always been Okami for me. <3

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Day 24 - Favorite classic game: Spyro the Dragon. Their reboot for PS4 was AMAZING.

Day 25 - A game you plan on playing: Cyberpunk 2077. I’m so bummed, knowing the game’s been delayed to September 2020 instead of April, but oh well. As long as CDPR gives us that master-class level of Polish we all know and love from The Witcher 3, then take as much time as you need, I guess. At least they’re not like effing EA or Bethesda. XD

Day 26 - Best voice acting: BOY. Freaking iconic, Kratos. :P

Day 27 - Most epic scene ever: Ciri beating the absolute tastebuds outta Caranthir in TW3, not once but twice. Most OP Witcher EVER, girl; WERK.

Day 28 - Favorite game developer: Though I effing hate them, I’m still a Square Enix fangirl at heart. It’s just saddening to see this weird turn they’ve been making recently, with garbage like the Quiet Man, and especially with Final Fantasy, my favorite game series of all time. U_U I’m not looking forward to the FF7 Remake anymore, tbh. I just hope FF16 is more of a return to form.

Day 29 - A game you thought you wouldn't like, but ended up loving: Skyrim. I was never a big fan of Elder Scrolls games, and when Skyrim came out I was very meh at first. But then the mods started coming out for it and I was like wow. O_O

Day 30 - Your Favorite game of all time: Legend of Dragoon on PS1, Final Fantasy X on PS2, Skyrim on PS3/PC, The Witcher 3 on PS4, and The Sims on PC.

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Thanks for reading!

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materialwoman · 5 years

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writing piece : art thief in the making [ 2 , 3 ]

part one out of three

featuring tammy sinclair, debbie ocean, lou miller

word count 1,486

it had everything to be a calm afternoon –- books and magazines and snacks on the couch, waiting until it was socially acceptable to get up and start getting ready for a serious event. tammy wasn’t particularly excited for the entire family meeting part, but her new dress would make it worth it. it was the sweetest calm afternoon, for sure. that, until she walks into two certain figures sitting rather comfortably on her apartment’s couch.

❝ oh! i told you guys i couldn’t do anything tonight, right? ❞ catch her surprised, even though not particularly startled to find them there. there wasn’t any doubt whether she had told them about her plans for later or not, but that she could easily let slip. lou’s feet weighing over her center table, she couldn’t.

❝ …who said we’re here for that? ❞ australian accent questions, head tilting to the side as lou fixes her posture after tamasin’s polite little pats against the leather of her boots. ❝ maybe we just stopped by for some tea. ❞

❝ yeah, you think really low of us, tam tam. ❞ deborah is the one to point out, fingers tracing the length of her brown hair mindlessly, stealing what has to be an increduloussigh from the blonde.

❝ wh– are you here for tea? ❞ the host is assertive in her question, arched eyebrows painting suspicion into her features. tammy, herself, has a cup of tea – comfortably placed upon the fluffy pillow over her lap, from which she only takes a sip after catching the others’ clueless looks.

❝ alright, so we’re here for a con this time…! just, let us tell you about it. ❞ the brunette’s words are the verdict to tammy’s accuracy, and tamasin has to hide a proud smirk behind a sip of her hot beverage. she gives them a couple of moments to try and convince her, even though she knew it wasn’t up to her only. maybe if tamasin had an option, she would be worried – doubting her own ability to just resist temptation and stay out of the plan this time. but she didn’t, not really. it was bigger than her.

it’s why she stops lou from getting too deep into her mischievous plan — interrupts her inspired speech, elbows resting on knees and hands gesticulating like crazy. and tammy laughs, amused by the confused look on that blue pair of eyes, waiting for what has to be a good excuse to not let her finish. ❝ seriously, guys. not even if i wanted to. i’m busy tonight. ❞

❝ busy… reading books? ❞ lou’s remark comes with an index finger pointing at the romance carefully placed between tammy’s body and the armchair, and a smirk at the corner of her lips as she fished the words breakfast at tiffany’s from the book’s spine.

❝ nah, busy reading vogue. ❞ it’s debbie’s turn to tease, bringing a flush to tammy’s cheeks as a brown head indicates the ridiculous amount of magazines spread all over her centerpiece.

but tammy barely even lets her add a final syllable to her sentence – gets up only to find a better position on the couch, sitting over her legs, ready to speak. ❝ no, busy at an event. i have this… art exhibit my grandmother’s hosting. and, sadly, it’s a family thing. ❞ words are cut by a sigh – a lack of excitement that almost feels wrong coming from tamasin. ❝ so no cons for the night. i need to start getting rea– ❞

❝ wait, go back a little, tam. what? ❞ debbie’s narrowed eyes stare right into her hazel ones, finally willing to pay attention to whatever excuse she had to give.

❝ my grandmother? i’ve told you about her, deb. french old lady, gave birth to the devil… and is a museum curator. a new exhibit is in town now, and of course all the sinclairs are waited. ❞ she’s carried away by the tone of her own voice, doesn’t notice when the girls’ eyes travel from her figure to each other – two parts of a shared spark, a shared idea.

❝ and aren’t the sinclairs allowed to bring some… art lovers? say– an ocean, and a miller?! ❞ lou’s suggestion sounds as nonchalant as possible, even though tammy doesn’t seem to pay that the right sort of attention.

❝ what? no, you guys really don’t wanna go there. it’s crowded, it’s boring… my family will be there. that should be enough turn-offs for you. ❞

❝ tammy. ❞ look into my eyes, deborah’s trying to say. get the message we’re sending. and suddenly, in a jaw-dropping moment, tamasin does. lets out a peal of nervous, sarcastic laughter and looks from one of her friends to the other.

❝ oh, of course. why don’t we steal from my grandma’s gallery? what could go wrong? ❞ exasperation drips from her words, features growing frustrated by the simple mention. even worse: she knows those two are hard to beat. she knows she can’t be trusted to resist that.

❝ ah– come on, tammy! you’re already gonna be there! it’s the perfect opportunity. it’s not like anyone’s going to suspect you. ❞ debbie’s sitting on the edge of the sofa, and her sudden interest definitely sends a message or two. one that tammy is able to identify at a blink of an eye. deborah really wanted to do that; somewhere into that clever brain, she must have figured exactly how they could make it work.

❝ yeah, well, i’m not an art thief! ❞ tammy’s steady on her ground, or at least tries to.

❝ okay, you can’t think of it as robbing an art gallery. think of it as robbing your grandma! ❞ and just like that, lou snaps her fingers – jackpot! the perfect solution. tamasin has to laugh; the other must really believe that, to sound that exciting. and it pains her to admit: it’s contagious to the bone.

tammy has to bite the inside of her cheek, an attempt to prevent rosy lips from giving into a smile —- but it’s too late. honey eyes smile on their own; sparkle up and warn the others that is just the right moment to attack. her borders are open / her mind, easier to make.

❝ tam, ❞ deborah even stands on her feet, moves in a ninja-like motion just to sit by her side. ❝ we can really do this. it doesn’t have to be the main piece– just… something to play around with. something no one really cares about. i’m sure you can think of something. ❞

❝ there might be an adjacent exhibit going on. something that’s coming in next week… they should be preparing the room now. ❞ and everything should be right there, lying in the dark, behind the closed doors of a deposit. ❝ she asked me and liv to keep an eye on things, y’know. make sure there are no intruders. ❞ because for the grandmother, worse than illegal intruders, were wanted acquaintances of the family.

❝ good thing she can trust you with that job. ❞ it’s the only thing lou points out before jumping onto her feet, marching on her boots towards the kitchen door. ❝ sinclair, you got a fancy dress i can borrow? ❞

❝ not in the kitchen! ❞ tammy laughs, forehead split by a wrinkle born from pure and genuine concern. or, just the habit of seeing these two this often. ❝ and i didn’t say i’m doing this! ❞ though she falls back on the couch with a proper look of defeat stamped right onto soft features.

❝ we’re doing this… right, tam? ❞ deborah’s calmer when she asks this, more intimate. not so loud, not so greedy. approaches tamasin with eyes of someone who knowsthe ground they’re treading, even better than the business they run. and tammy would love to be stronger than that – stronger than her smile, than the way her ambition made that heart beat faster. ❝ come on… the woman’s considering putting on a dress just for this. we can’t just ignore that! ❞

❝ we both know she’s not putting on a dress. maybe a suit, if we’re fast enough and grab one of danny’s. ❞ the blonde laughs, wiggling her eyebrows at the simple suggestion.

❝ besides… maybe that’s the perfect opportunity to give your old mother a…releasing heart attack. it’s an all-win kind of thing. ❞

tammy gives up on holding back that smile — or maybe, then, just forgets to try. it comes blooming, lighting up her face, making it known there was no turning back. ❝ let’s do this. ❞ but it’s pretty clear to see: they had her from the very beginning.

#drabbletbt.#i sERIOUSLY need a drabble tag but LOOK #it my first one of the young tammy!!!#and ok so there's a lot of deb and lou and i had to because #i had this dialogue in my head and i gotta say #im not as good of a lou or deb as my *dramatic voice* BRILLIANT FRIENDS but i tried #anyway... next part is during the con...#so there's that!#anyway. this is long i am SORRY DDJFSKJDFBSDF but it's cute!#* iv. ╰ ♡ doesnt matter if im not enough for the future › arc‚ main ii.

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tessatechaitea · 5 years

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Teen Titans Spotlight #14: Nightwing

So that's why I finally dropped this series: they dropped the "on:".

You might have forgotten that the biggest gang in Gotham in 1987 were the Jewish Surrealists.

I don't even care how many people don't know what the fuck I'm on about. Did you know this world is on fire? Batman is busting a cocaine shipment into Gotham in the prologue of this comic book. According to the cover, he's about to be crucified. I guess the Jewish Surrealists are still micro-managed by Caesar's Hand. Speaking of unbelievable things in comics (this segue works because I believe I was speaking about it fifteen hundred commentaries ago when Nightwing drove a motorcycle up the wall of a building), how does Batman always wind up unconscious and in some form of complicated trap and yet, in all the time it takes to put him there, nobody ever takes the mask off. Not one henchman is curious? Not one henchman binding Batman to the cross ever thinks, "If I knew Batman's identity, I could quit this henchman gig, sell the information, and retire"? I don't believe it. My theory is that thousands of henchmen have tried this plan but Alfred intercepted all of the blackmail notices, hired Jason Bard to find who sent them, and then hired Tommy Monaghan to kill them. I would just like it on the record that I spelled Tommy's last name correctly before looking it up. The Jewish Surrealists capture Batman because they had a sniper with a tranquilizer gun on overwatch during the deal. Batman gets drugged, blackjacked, and spit upon before nobody thinks to take off his mask.

At least I hope that's spit.

I guess if that isn't spit, I now understand why nobody took his mask off.

"Are ya kiddin' me, Rudy?! Put yer fuckin' dick away and help me schlep this bastard into tha van! The boss can take tha fuckin' mask off. Ugh."

Alfred calls up Dick Grayson when Bruce doesn't show up for morning stitches. Dick sighs, hangs up the phone, and goes off to do a literally thankless job because Batman thinks expecting people to be there for him is the same thing as gratitude. I hate complaining about the art because I never complain about the art. So when I finally complain about the art, that means I really fucking think the art sucks. And, well, I'm complaining about the art now.

"Fuck dinosaur references! I got this!" -- Stan Woch

This is some of Woch's earliest work with DC so I shouldn't be too hard on him. Plus he's still alive and he might read this. Although wouldn't it be worse if I were criticizing the work of a dead man? Also, he draws a pretty decent studio apartment and jizz dribble. Nightwing heads off to save Batman even though he knows Batman doesn't need saving. If Batman seems to need saving, it's only because Batman misses Nightwing and this is the only way he can see him without admitting that he misses him. "Oh no!" says Batman as he tries to remember what it's like to feel sleepy from tranquilizers or to feel concussed from a blackjack to the back of the head. "My legs are all, um, wobbly? I'm, um, falling now, right? OH! I'm helpless! I just peed a little too!" Then he lets the bad guys kidnap him and waits for Alfred to worry way too soon and call for backup. And of course Batman would choose a night when Jason Todd is off in California and Superman is off on Oa and Wonder Woman has her anniversary dinner with Steve Trevor.

Oh, just because he's suddenly half-robot, I'm supposed to believe some high school football star can now design high tech contact lenses?! Fuck you, comic books.

Dick finds a vial of acid left behind as Batman as a clue to who murdered him. I mean kidnapped him, probably! Who would kill Batman when they had the chance? I mean if they actually had a chance and Batman wasn't completely faking and ready to start breaking kneecaps the second somebody tugs at his cowl or tries to put a bullet in his brain. Anyway, the acid vial reminds Dick of that one case which was the only one ever in which Batman used a vial of acid which leads him to Drakkar, a Gotham drug lord. This is less evidence that Batman was in trouble and realized Nightwing would come looking for him and more evidence that Batman wasn't in trouble at all and was expecting Nightwing to come looking for him because Batman misses him.

With all the Batman themed stuff in this picture, that marquee obviously says Debbie Does Batman.

Nightwing threatens to beat up some cowardly punk named Skates who Batman apparently beats up every time he needs information. And even though Skates always gives up the information, he somehow hasn't been killed by any other Gotham criminal. Skates tells Nightwing that Batman is going to be killed at midnight in the graveyard. It's going to be a huge party. But instead of thinking, "I'll go to the graveyard and stop this!", Dick wastes precious time tailing Skates hoping he'll lead him to Batman or Drakkar. When Nightwing loses him due to Nightwing's fandom crowding around him, Nightwing thinks, "Wait. What did Skates say? Oh yeah! He gave me everything I needed to know! But now it's so close to midnight, I might not make it in time! Shoot!" Drakkar's plan is to auction off the right to unmask Batman and put a bullet in his brain. So, you know, almost the plan I proposed when they first knocked him unconscious! Stupid greedy thugs! Now Drakkar won't be rid of Batman or rich because Nightwing has found him! And he saves Batman in the nick of time! Time for hugs and demonstrations of familial love and intimacy!

Oh Batman!

Nightwing should know Batman cares because he didn't disappear the instant Nightwing looked away. Batman does smile at the end but not until Dick leaves. Only the reader gets to know Batman is capable of the tiniest bit of joy! And that joy probably wasn't due to Nightwing telling Batman that he's proud to have been Robin. The joy was probably in getting away with not thanking somebody for saving him yet again. Teen Titans Spotlight #14: Nightwing Rating: C+. If I had written this issue, it would have been from Batman's point of view. And all along the way, Batman would be thinking things like, "I'll drop this acid vial which will remind Dick of the Great Dragon caper which will lead him to Drakkar and the subway graveyard where I'm certain Drakkar will take me to kill me!" Then Batman will think, "I bet Dick and Alfred are brainstorming how to find me right now!" And later, as the gun is being put to Batman's head, he'd be all, "The lights should go out just about now! Dick will save me in the nick of time which I'll totally razz him over. Should I say, 'Cutting it pretty close, Boy Wonder' or 'Jason would have been here five minutes sooner'?" Then the final panel of Batman's life will be a bullet passing through his head as he's unmasked. The final page would show Dick Grayson sitting in his apartment listening to Cat's in the Cradle with the phone off the hook.

#Teen Titans Spotlight #Nightwing #Batman #DC Comics #DC

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