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ithinktheygotthealias · 9 months

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a (draft) list of every time Mr. Spock had an interaction that might be construed as romantic

*this version will be deleted when (if) i fix this list up with some gifs and screenshots*

so, i have decided to compile some independent evidence on a few points that have been in (more than usual) contention lately in the fandom. my focus, as always, is tos. this one is a bit more controversial in that while i very much understand and respect that many fans see Spock as gay and/or ace, i personally feel like there's canon evidence for his being bi/pan and interested on the segs even outside of Pon Farr.

my interpretation is that both spock and kirk are bi/pan, though kirk has a marked preference towards women (see the rodenberry footnote. the love of his life just turned out not to be one. and he wouldn't have it any other way) and spock leans towards men (an interpretation not backed up statistically by the list, but who cares). again, this is my opinion, and the beauty of fandom is that it's in the eye of the beholder.

previously i made a draft list of the evidence for kirk being into men (excepting spirk evidence) in tos. the goal is to have one on all of the references to chapel's feelings for spock too, but that will be more work so maybe in a few days? never trust any promises i make on this blog

three important disclaimers before we begin: kirk, chapel and uhura will not be featured.

the reasons being, in kirk's case... *gestures vaguely at the entirety of tos*; in chapel's because i intend to go into her feelings for spock and how he reacts to them on-screen separately; and in uhura's because iirc there's only one instance of her flirting with him outside of their duets (where it can be construed as part of the performance), and it's not only in the beginning of the series, where it might be seen as Early Installment Weirdness, but also in The Naked Time, the episode where everyone goes crazy. also, uhura flirts with Everyone in this show, and i say good for her.

but enough with the preambles and on with the list:

the what the fuck?!? ones:

Leila Kalomi (This Side of Paradise) - this episode is baffling to me -- did spock and leila have something going on in the past that he ended because logic and rejection of humanity and putting starfleet first? or was it one-sided? spock says it was the first time he ever felt happy, but he acts so antithetically to who and what spock is that i personally find it hard to believe. maybe he just thought that was how happiness felt, and later on he discovers he was wrong (moments like the end of Amok Time, "this simple feeling", the beginning of WoK etc.). anyways cool motive, still drug-facilitated s.a.. big fan of sex pollen fics and that quote spock says about self-made purgatories though

T'Pring (Amok Time) - going strictly by the episode, vulcan biology... the biology of vulcans made spock want her, but he feels humiliated by the loss of logic. her reasons for not wanting him are two-fold: she simply likes stonn better (in that roundabout way vulcans admit to feelings), and she doesn't want to marry an absentee living legend, which, fair. the fact that spock's not a full vulcan must play some part in it too. but there's plenty left for interpretation. they are distant at the moment, but have they always been? how long has she been into stonn? why did they not divorce more amicably previously? i could go on forever, but i this is already too long. point being, even if it doesn't gel with my personal headcanon, there's nothing really wrong with snw's interpretation of this relationship.

the lighter ones:

Romulan Commander (The Enterprise Incident) - this woman is My Commander. I would follow her to the ends of the galaxy for the imagery she has blessed my eyes with. this being said, i think the important bit here is their conversation in the turbolift at the end. spock is not one to lie out of politeness. he could have said nothing, but he used those contorted phrases of his to imply he was a willing participant, and liked it. and she picks up what he puts down. also at some point kirk complains spock is taking too long and it cuts to them in her quarters, implying that spock got kinda into it (also, jealous, jimmy?)

Kollos (Is There No Truth in Beauty?) - this one's debatable, but i'd argue there was some attraction there, in a brainy way. smart is sexy, and all. dr. jones certainly thought so, from her reactions

Adam (The Way to Eden) - Pacifist Discount Roger Daltrey Hippie Musician In A Monokini Seduces Rebellious Vulcan was the tabloid headline

Droxine (The Cloud Minders) - insert cringey line about extreme female beauty. how the seven-year cycle became public knowledge given the drama of amok time is a mystery to me. the attraction flew out of the window real quick when the planet's situation made itself know though. anyway i shipped her with vanna.

Zarabeth (All Our Yesterdays) - i... don't get how logic can be time-locked? is the st universe secretly like a civ game? takes me out of this episode way too much. anyways he almost went full warrior vulcan and stayed in the past with her

the meme ones:

The Computer (The Ultimate Computer) - mccoy said it best.

Surak (The Savage Curtain) - spock, he's your ancestor! and at this point any intellectual crush is pretty quickly superseded by how thirsty he is for That Human Booty Intuition

#again #please feel free to add to this #i'll put your additions in the final version if i get around to doing it #don't think i haven't noticed almost all of these are after amok time #specifically in season 3 too which might be related to the general s3 woes somehow #it became late while i looked into this i'm sleepy and had a rough day #does it show #star trek #star trek tos #spock #might tag more later

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wonderfulworldofmichaelford · 8 months

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Psycho Analysis: Egg Fu

(WARNING! This analysis contains RACISM! Seriously, just look at this fucking guy, holy shit! What were they thinking?!)

People always have different answers to why people just don’t know Wonder Woman’s adversaries to the same extent that they know Batman or even Superman’s, despite her being one of the Big Three of DC. Some say it’s because Diana is all about diplomatically resolving conflict, and thus ends up befriending her foes. Others claim it’s because she kills her enemies. I’m not sure if either of these groups know what they’re talking about because I don’t read comics as extensively as some, but considering what we’re talking about here I’m guessing DC wants to keep people from knowing her enemies because if they do, they’ll find shit like Egg Fu.

Like, just look at this fucking guy. Look at him.

Like I get comics were racist back in the day, but this one takes the cake. What's even more insane is how they keep trying to revamp and revitalize the character in the modern era, from being a bad guy from Apokolips:

To... whatever the hell this is:

There's got to be reason, right? Why are writers so dead set on trying to rehabilitate the racist communist egg man?

Motivation/Goals: As a Yellow Peril villain, Egg Fu exists to show the EVILS of communism while also making sure to show Asians in the most unflattering light possible. He's not particularly good at either job to be honest, dying every time he comes across Wonder Woman and being so utterly absurd a concept it's hard to take him seriously at all. Like, he's an egg. For what reason? I mean yeah there's the pun, but why is he a fucking egg in-universe? What's the benefit of being an egg with a prehensile mustache? How exactly does it help dominate the filthy Americans (oh, I'm sorry, the Amelicans).

Final Fate: In his very first appearance, Wonder Woman does the right thing and fucking cracks this egg:

When the next Egg Fu shows up, she does more of the same:

Unfortunately, when another Egg Fu named Dr. Yes (he's a robot duplicate, because of course he is) showed up, he got away.

As for the modern Egg Fus, they're probably still kicking around. I'm not reading through fifty issues of storyline to discern the fate of some rebooted racist egg man, sorry.

Best Quote: Surely such a character as Egg Fu must have some great dialogue! Let's see, how about...

Oh. Oh dear. That's, um, not great. Uh, what about...

Oh fuck that's even worse. Er, there has to be something here...

Oh god, the only thing worse than racism is finding out a mid-tier DC movie starring Dwayne Johnson has arrived!!!!

Yeah no this guy gets no points in this category, his dialogue ranges from generic bullshit to the kind of stuff you'd hear from the City Wok guy on South Park.

Final Thoughts & Score: So a while ago I reviewed Fu Manchu, a villain that absolutely fascinates me. He is the archetypal Yellow Peril supervillain who has had an absolutely undeniable impact on popular culture, altering history by spawning legions of imitations (such as Egg Fu here) as well as doing things such as giving a name to a style of facial hair. As with all villains that have such a colossal influence, he got an 11 with an asterisk denoting how monumentally racist the character was, despite their being positive aspects to him that were fair for the time period he was created in.

Now imagine that but without any of the positive qualities. That’s Egg Fu.

This is such an absurd, baffling supervillain even for the time he was created. Like, okay, I get racial stereotypes were prevalent in a lot of comics… but a giant communist egg with a prehensile mustache?! Far be it from me to suggest writers were on drugs when coming up with their wild ideas, but you have to admit that substance abuse would go a long way towards explaining why this was allowed to happen. Simple racism can’t explain this; it’s a giant fucking egg.

I think the sheer insanity of it all is what draws me to this character. Not only is it blatantly racist, they also keep trying to bring back and reimagine him. And like, yeah, that’s kind of sick and I love when weird-ass ideas get revamped and recontextualized for the modern era… but Egg fucking Fu? It’s bad enough we had Egg Fu the Fifth and his evil clone Dr. Yes all within the span of a year before being dropped for decades, but then they decided to dust him off and try a redo? Why?

I think the appeal to try and revitalize him comes from the fact that, as far as stereotyped and racist caricature villains go, Egg Fu is so fucking bizarre. Like I can't stress enough this is a giant communist egg who speaks in broken English and has a prehensile mustache. In a sea of Yellow Peril villains he easily stands out despite being relatively obscure from the sheer fact he's not simply a racist stereotype; he's an insane racist stereotype that just boggles the mind as to what the writers and artists were actually trying to say with this.

The history of this character is just so weird, his very existence is weird… He’s the opposite extreme of Fu Manchu for me. While Fu is fascinating for his impact on culture and deserves the highest marks with that caveat that he’s also extremely problematic, Egg Fu gets a 3/10 with a similar caveat. He’s so bad it’s good, but he’s bad because he’s a racist caricature, which isn’t great. I see this like I do the movie The Conqueror, the movie where John Wayne played Genghis Khan. Yes, it’s absolutely absurd and tasteless that these white people are playing Asians, but at the same time everything about this is so absurdly racist it crosses the line twice and somehow manages to become hilarious. Like what are you even trying to do here? It’s offensive in a way where you can’t do anything but laugh at them because they genuinely thought they were on to something here.

And that’s ultimately how I feel about Egg Fu. They really thought they were cooking something with this one, but this egg didn’t poach them any new readers and he hasn’t gone over easy with modern audiences. It’s really hard not to crack up at this complete yolk of a character. So yes, Egg Fu is enjoyably bad in a “What were they even fucking trying to do here?” sort of way, and he’s definitely one of my favorite insane comic book villains that time has forgotten… but there’s no denying that this is a character who is inherently problematic.

Anyway, this review has given me excessive racism poisoning, so I think I'm going to review a comic villain who isn't horribly offensive next time.

COMING SOON! PSYCHO-ANALYSIS: HEMO-GOBLIN!

The South African white supremacist vampire who gives people AIDS!

(Just kidding, I'm reviewing Snowflame).

#psycho analysis #Egg Fu #DC #Yellow Peril #Racism cw

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keiraagrelo · 7 months

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Mark making.

Mark making refers to the one of the ways ways artists create marks, lines, or strokes on a surface.

In which I have experimented with techniques on A3 folded paper, the reasoning behind mark making is to quickly abstract key elements from my primary research photos.

I have showed a range of drawings from delicate pencil lines to thick bold lines this has allowed me to add depth, texture, and movement in the samples I have created. A well known mark making artist Is Keith Haring, His wok consists of colourful abstract shapes and bold thick black outlines, the movement in his marks of people make his work distinctive. “There are no mistakes because nothing can be erased.” I highly agree with this quote because to me a mark is something that is hard to get rid off, even it even can, in comparison the train station will always be the same mark left i my mind the same travel i do repeatedly 3 times a week for a year.

Colour is one of the most impactful ways to make a mark, colour is what Keith Haring uses regularly, the distinctive bold, flat colour is what draws me in the most, this inspired me to use a range of colour, as colour is a stimulus to feeling, we all have a colour or colours that can relate us back tot a memory, this is why I picked the yellow to Create structured lines because yellow to me displays the yellow lines of the train station floor.

The bottom right would be the most unsuccessful mark making I did this session in my opinion, as there is no structure to the drawing and just looks like three lines of dots on a page, there is no real indication of what it is meant to be, I originally wanted it to look like the archway of the train station at home. If I were to do this again, I would use a thinner medium, so the dots appear smaller and control my distribution.

All of the Mark makes I created were from the same picture, but looked at in a different point of view each time for example the purple mark on the right 2nd to the bottom was a zoomed in drawing of the patterns I saw on the weathered tiled train station floor in Burton.

The top second left drawing was using ink this was a drawing of the bars intertwined with the tracks, which the outcome, looks very structured with zigzag lines, representing the structured repeated route, I take to get to university.

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icarusthelunarguard · 2 years

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This Week’s Horrible-Scopes

It’s time for this week’s Horrible-Scopes! So for those of you that know your Astrological Signs, cool! If not, just pick one, roll a D12, or just make it up as you go along. It really doesn’t matter.

Aries

When was the last time you checked the safety devices in your home; specifically the fire extinguishers? Chances are it’s been a while. If it’s 10 years after the manufacturing date, you probably want to replace it. And consider this - with a 2-pack running about $50 they make great holiday gifts… to spray at the feet of all the Trick or Treaters! Actually use the old ones for that instead.

Taurus

If you’re trying to decide on what movie to watch this weekend, consider some of the campy 1950’s horror flicks! THEM! Is all about radioactive ants, Godzilla is about a radioactive lizard, Creature with the Atom Brain was about radioactive zombies… It Came from Beneath the Sea was a radioactive octopus… Man, they were really worried about atomic bombs in the 50’s Whatever you pick, just don’t make the popcorn in the microwave oven. Use a wok for the best popping.

Gemini

All we ever hear from you is, “Gimme a naughty ‘Scope. Make my ears turn red. You’re not being naughty enough.” Well you know what Susan? We keep fucking trying! You know how hard it is to skate that line between PG-13 and NC-17? We’re only allowed one F-Bomb, and we just used it because you’ve gotten us so flustered. So you know what? THIS week you’re getting exactly what you deserve: A big fat NUTHIN’! We’re leaving you in the dark about what’s coming up next. How’s THAT, huh?

Cancer Moon-Child

OH! You’re on our shit-list this week TOO, Cancer! Remember back in July when we used the expression, “imitation is the most sincere form of flattery”? Well guess what. The whole quote from Oscar Wilde goes like this, “Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery that mediocrity can pay to greatness.” This week start carving your own pathway instead of doing what someone else’s done.

Leo

If you haven’t looked it up, now’s a good time to see where The Rocky Horror Picture Show is playing. The movie is almost 50 years old and it’s still as horrid as you remember it to be… IF you watch it alone. This week, plan on getting out and enjoying a midnight screening, assuming you can stay awake for it.

Virgo

The rule of real estate is “Location, Location, Location”, but with interdepartmental corporate drama it’s, “Document, Document, Document”. No you don’t need to have things printed out all the time, but having your information together will really help you when someone’s got it out for you. This week get to know the names of your data storage technicians; they love to help with a good screwing when it’s richly deserved.

Libra

Planting your own veggies is all well and good, but you’re not getting any avocados out of that Hass pit for at least three years. Worse yet, they don’t like the cold, meaning if you’re in Hardiness Zone 9, 10, or 11, you’re OK. But we’re betting you have no idea what zone you’re in. This week stop growing weed in your basement and switch to avocado plants instead.

Scorpio

Supposedly if you go to sleep thinking, “Tonight I’ll control my dream” you’ll be able to do just that. How cool will it be to live out every fantasy you ever wanted? Be every hero you ever watched on TV. Be the Mad Scientist who beats the good guy and blows up the world. That last one might be a bad idea - if you die in your dream do you die in real life? This week buy a spinner.

Sagittarius

It might have been unfair of us, throwing that trivia question at you last week, but at least we gave you the answer. If you’d read the Tumblr post and actually read the whole thing… Including The Hashtags At The Bottom… you might’ve actually seen it. You figured out how to break the ScanTron Answer Key Setting in high school, how could you miss that being right in front of you? This week just accept that your best days were in high school and there’s no going back again.

Capricorn

After being all upset with Gemini and Cancer, it’s so good to get to you, Capricorn. You’ve always been our go-to for someone to keep our mood level. Seriously, thanks for that. This week treat yourself to a couple albums on us: “The Music from Peter Gunn” by Henry Mancini and “Johnny Costa Plays Mister Rogers' Neighborhood”. Put them on, get some brandy, and just enjoy the night.

Aquarius

Halloween season means costume season. Consider something more minimalist than a full-priced expensive one. Maybe revisit a costume you had back in your childhood days - with the crappy mask with no ventilation, minimal eyesight, and glorified rubber band holding it on. Yes, those OLD-OLD Ben Cooper Costume Kits are BACK for 20 bucks and in your size! This week you’ll be playing chicken with the chocolate discount sales.

Pisces

You’ll be invited to watch a play this weekend, so you better be on your best behavior. You don’t need to wear a three piece suit, but at least wear a long sleeve shirt… and pants! And no, you can’t sneak someone in under your trench coat. How do you even have a trench coat that tall? You know what? Forget it. Just… Just enjoy the show. And please, please… Theatre is NOT conversational. Just sit back and shut up this time.

And THOSE are your Hobble-Scopes for this week! Remember if you liked what you got, we’re obviously not working hard enough at these. BUT! If you want a better or nastier one for your own sign or someone else’s, all you need to do to bribe me is just Let Me Know! These will be posted online at the end of each week via Tumblr, Twitter, Facebook and Discord.

#humor #comedy #parody #horrorscope #horoscope #you're actually reading the hashtags this time #thank you

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womens-designer-bathing-suits · 2 years

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Helpful Hints on How to Make Swimsuit Season Less Stressful for Moms

For most women, swimsuit season can be both fun and – stressful! Yes, it can be stressful for many because they find it hard to find a swimsuit that fits them comfortably, and shows off their figure in a way that makes them feel confident. So, to help the ladies steer clear of the swimsuit dilemma, here are a couple of helpful, expert-approved tips on how to find truly cute mom swimsuits.

It Boils Down to Understanding Your Body Type

If you’re finding it tough to find truly cute mom swimsuits, our team of veteran and cool swimwear experts stress that it all boils down to understanding your body type, as well as learning which swimwear styles make you confident.

For example, ladies with a larger bust should prioritize adjustable straps, support and coverage. The ladies should also know their aesthetic and own it. And, with the rising trend of leotards here to stay for quite some time, swimsuits are now for the pool and beyond, as they can be worn to the beach bar with a sarong, or paired with your favorite shorts or denim.

Be Confident & Comfortable

The next tip towards wearing the best cute mom swimsuits is to feel comfortable and confident in it. The experts stress that you need to make sure the swimsuit fits, and it should not be baggy, or painfully cut into your skin.

Optical Illusion

Our panel of savvy and cool swimwear experts also add that different shapes wok on different body types. Thus, make sure you choose an area on your body that you like most, and opt for a silhouette which draws the eyes there. Prints are perfect, especially if you want to effectively smooth out certain areas of the body.

The Devil is in the Details

In the late 1800s, German poet and philosopher Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche penned the quote “The devil is in the details”. The meaning of this very popular phrase is that you should pay close attention to whatever you’re doing at the moment.

However, the German philosopher’s quote also strongly correlates with how you choose your swimsuits. So, to find truly cute mom swimsuits, try toying with a variety of details like high-waist bottoms, higher-cut sides, ruffled sides, thick shoulder bands, scalloped tops and double-lined designs, all of which help in enhancing and flattering your physique.

Be Playful. Be Very Playful

When shopping for the truly cute mom swimsuits, be very playful in terms of experimenting with textures, colors and tones. This is very important, especially when you want to elevate certain curves, or alternatively steer attention away from certain features.

Go for Timeless Over Trendy Swimwear

If you’re still at a loss as to which type of swimsuit to get for this season, nearly all of our team of swimwear experts agree that it would be best to go timeless over the trendy stuff. They also advise to keep it simple with a classic or timeless style, which will never go out of season.

So, if you’re still struggling to find real cute mom swimsuits, I help this helpful, expert-approved guide helps you find the swimsuit that you will love to wear at the beach or swimming g pool, any day, and any time!

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watchinglikeafangirl · 3 years

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Light on me Ep 15

Oh my God, they are giving me that cliffhanger! I am obsessed with them and I feel like my ship is finally sailing and I can't believe slow burn can be that exciting. It's frustrating as hell and at this point, I'm just annoyed by Da-On. Who does he think he is? It's not okay. He missed his moment and his time, just move on. Tae-Gyeong isn't as attached to him any more and in the important moments, there's Shin-Woo, not Da-On, giving him the needed courage.

Sorry to say it, but Da-On is selfish. Everybody can be selfish at times, that's totally fine and sometimes necessary but there's a certain degree and a right time. Da-On definetely tries very hard to get on a train that has long left the platform. Confessing now is just misplaced and, again, not the right time. He had his shot and he blew it. Yes, he has an identity crisis, so he is a bit slower and needs more time in processing things and coming clean with himself, but sometimes it also means because of your slowlyness, you miss out on things. It hurts, and not even just a little bit because you could've been the one, but the universe just doesn't want you to and you just have to accept that and respect the other person who has already moved on. Da-On really is too late.

Nevertheless, I find it very endearing how well and thoughtful Tae-Gyeong handles this whole situation. He respects Da-On but turns him down at the same time and he does it so smoothly, I nearly felt sorry for Da-On.

As time passed and I saw you, I felt sad for some reason. It seemed like you were trying really hard to be liked and you looked tired and unstable. That's why I thought if I loved you, you wouldn't try so hard.

It is very fair of Tae-Gyeong to explain why he liked Da-On in the first place, because this is still a rejection. He speaks in past-tense and it's more like reminiscing than confessing. They just have the talk they had to have for so long. I think Tae-Gyeong was always ready to tell him that, obviously wanted Da-On to know he can be loved by someone, but Da-On was caught up in his head. Tae-Gyeong painfully accepted that and after being mad at Da-On, he saw Da-On is just very lost and lonely.

I want you to do what you really want to do and find out who you really are.

This is a very beautiful quote and it has in some way the right effect because Da-On isn't scared any more but at the same time, he just sees that as an ecouragement to hit on Tae-Gyeong which urks me. I want to grab him and tell him he has to get over it. It's a lost hope. No matter how hard he tries, no matter how hard he forces the attention onto him, Shin-Wok will always be there and matter more to Tae-Gyeong. It's just like that.

So, watching Da-On pine and hope makes me uncomfortable because it just feels so damn realistic. We all hold on to something even if we know it would be better to let go - no matter if it's a friendship or relationship.

The thing that made me laugh and fangirl throughout this episode is how hard Da-On tries to be at peace with Shin-Woo but Shin-Woo just rudely rejects him everytime. This man just confessed and chases after his crush, ain't no one getting in his way to get his man because he has his destiny in his own hands.

Then we get this whole chaos when Tae-Gyeong's clothes go missing and Shin-Woo and Da-On both try to find them. It's literally a 50:50 between them at this point. Whenever Tae-Gyeong is there, one of them is as well and they switch places the whole time. Shin-Woo helps seeking but Da-On finds. Da-On tries to help with the make-up but Shin-Woo does it. Da-On encourages but Shin-Woo gives the strength. It's just a lot of back and forth for Tae-Gyeong but it's obviously Shin-Woo who has a bigger impact on him now.

The difference becomes very obvious when Tae-Gyeong is on stage. Da-On talks to him shortly before and reminds him of stuff, stressing him out even more but pushes him to do it nontheless. Da-On stresses himself often and just endures it. He sucks his energy out of stress and performs at his best because of it, but Tae-Gyeong is not such a person. He thinks too much, so his thoughts spin and scream "stress" and he needs someone to calm him down, so he can forget these thoughts. Da-On doesn't know that because he's still selfish and just does what would work for him. Like I said a few weeks ago, he admires Tae-Gyeong's honesty but apart from that, he doesn't know much about Tae-Gyeong. He doesn't know how to comfort him or love him. Yes, he can learn in time, but he doesn't have any. So, right here, he just stresses Tae-Gyeong out and no one is helped at all.

Shin-Woo knows how to encourage Tae-Gyeong. Pushing doesn't help. Saying "fighting" doesn't help. It's too much pressure. So, Shin-Woo comes up with the cutest, most precious and extremely proud smile.

It's important for Tae-Gyeong to know he's doing a good job, that someone is proud of him being on stage. Since Shin-Woo analyzed Tae-Gyeong to every detail, he knows and clearly has an advantage, so Da-On seems to be less important and becomes a part of the masses.

Still, this cliffhanger tortures me. There's clearly a metaphor here. Shin-Woo asking Tae-Gyeong directly if his hope is still reasonable or not, else he will stop hoping.

Thank God I don't have to wait that long for the finale...

#light on me #they take so long #please don't tell me they'll only finally kiss in the last scene

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calliecat93 · 3 years

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Thinking about The Search for Spock at random and just... how hard it had to be for Kirk. I mean losing your best friend/First Officer would take a hard toll on anyone. Kirk trusted and relied on Spock so much and lost him in such a cruel way. One that he understood had to happen, but that doesn’t change how much it hurt. For all that he had accomplished, Kirk failed to save someone that meant so much to him an it makes the lengths he goes ot get him back so important. He essentially ruins his career and standing in Starfleet and destroys his beloved Enterprise all to both save his crew and to get back Spock. It speaks so much.

But then there’s the fact that the film doesn’t really directly address, but it’s there. Kirk lost one of his best friends, one part of himself...and he came dangerously close to losing the other one.

Kirk is pretty obviously disturbed about McCoy breaking into Spock’s quarters and how he’s pretty clearly out of touch with reality in that moment. But considering the recent events and his own grief-stricken state, Kirk probably just amounted it to Bones being in a deep emotional state, got him sent home, and just chose to hope that he’d be alright. He had no way of knowing that Spock was in McCoy’s head until Sarek told him about the katra. But think about it. Had Kirk not found out or gone through that surveillance footage, chances are no one would have put the pieces together. McCoy’s mental state likely would have deteriorated and he’d be in a mental facility for the rest of his life. Spock’s katra would still be there, so I guess McCoy would have had him still, but Kirk would have neither. Even then had they not gotten Spock’s body back or if the transference had gone even slightly wrong, the risk of Spock and McCoy being dead or never really the same was still very much existent.

Maybe they’d have put the pieces together eventually, but if they hadn’t then Kirk would have lost his two best friends in the aftermath of WoK. One via death, the other due to losing their mind where Kirk would be powerless to do anything about it. The two halves that have guided him through so many situations. He’d have lost his trusted First Officer permanently and be without that logic that he had relied on through countless voyages time and time again. He’d be without his CMO who he needed to keep him grounded and get him through whatever mental/emotional hangups were blinding were. Most of all, he’d lose the two people that he considers his family who had stood by him no matter what. Even in TMP after being separated for so long, they ultimately came back and chose to remain. Kirk never would have made it through that mission without them and he knew it. He outright told Bones, and I quote; “I need you. Damn it Bones, I need you. Badly” Even if at the time he’d only been able to get McCoy back and kinda forced him back, he knew that he needed them or he’d never make it.

Just losing Spock was taking a toll on Kirk. So add the risk of losing not only Spock twice, but McCoy as well and... yeah TSFS becomes a LOOOT more depressing when you think about these things. He came so close to losing what was most important to him because of Khan and it HAD to hurt alongside David’s death and sacrificing the career that meant so much to him. It’s disappointing that there wasn’t more emphasis on this particular factor (poor McCoy really didn’t have the best luck int he films, haha...), but the feel is very much still there. Thankfully Kirk didn’t lose either of them. Not only was McCoy safe and sound, but he got Spock back. It took a bit to get everything back to some state of normalcy, but Kirk still had his family at the end of it all. The Triumvirate remained intact as always.

Anyways random thoughts/tangent, sorry~

#star trek #star trek tos #mcspirk #idk if this makes sense #i just thought about it out of nowhere so i hopeit does #ive doen this a lot lately sorry~

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ussjellyfish · 4 years

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fic: Work-Life Balance pt 2 | AoS | Philinda | mature

Phil wants to make dinner but Melinda's kitchen is really empty, so they get takeout and talk about how he got here.

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Interdisciplinary Field Work Seminar 105 - maintaining adequate nutrition while on assignment

"You have one pan."

"And a wok." Melinda sits at the counter in her kitchen, watching Phil lose his mind over a cup of tea. Her apartment's felt too big since she moved in. Too many years sleeping on planes and in bases. Once all she wanted was her own bed, now it's too big to have all this space.

"A wok I can work with. Where is it?"

"In the cupboard over the fridge, I think."

He opens it up and takes it down. "Your dad brought this, didn't he?"

"He didn't want me to be totally stuck if I ever wanted to cook."

"Then you have at least one good knife."

Melinda sips her tea, smirking over the cup. "I have great knives."

"Let me guess, they're barely used."

"Like new."

Phil sighs from the fridge. "What have you been eating?"

"The cafeteria on campus is good."

"You made sure it was good."

"Can't have future agents distracted by terrible food."

"And you knew you'd eat there."

"It's so convenient."

He shakes his head, opening the drawer full of spare takeout chopsticks and tiny condiment packets she never throws away. "This is an impressive collection."

"I support local restaurants."

"I bet you're on a first name basis."

He looks through the fridge again and shakes his head. "It's hopeless. Pick your favorite local restaurant and get extra egg rolls, please."

"Extra?"

He shrugs, resting his hands on the counter. "I'm hungry."

Picking up her phone, she dials and orders in Mandarin, it's the fastest, and Phil loves to pretend it annoys him.

"Extra spicy?"

"All hot peppers, nothing else."

"Oh good." He opens the fridge again and takes out a beer. "At least you have decent beer."

She hasn't drank any of it in just about a month, but Yo-Yo and Mack like a beer when they visit. They were the last ones here. She never thought Phil would be here and her eyes sting again because he's in her kitchen. She's done crying, except she's absolutely not.

"Can I look around?"

"If you're done insulting my kitchen."

"Your kitchen is perfect. It's like the day you moved in."

Melinda watches him from the stool for a moment, then slips down, following him as he wanders around her apartment. She hasn't bothered to keep one since she joined their team. She had a room on each of the bases, a bunk on the planes, but having her own kitchen again is still strange, even after a year.

Phil stays out of the bedroom, because he's too polite, and he ends up in the living room, touching her trinkets. It's not much, just some things that remind her of home: a few of her martial arts trophies her dad insisted she had to have, some pieces of Chinese art, some SHIELD stuff. He picks up her old SHIELD badge, then one next to it.

Reading his own name on the back, he smiles. That spark of affection and longing glows in her mind like a lamp flicking on. "You kept it."

"You left me everything."

"I did, but--" he trails off and his regret hits her like a gut punch. "I'm sorry."

She rests her hand on the door frame, just for a second. "It was fine. Your funeral was nice."

"Oh?" He strokes his old badge again and turns to her.

She must be holding onto the door too tightly because concern rushes over her like warm water. Melinda takes a second, trying to center herself. He's worse than Daisy; his feelings crash into her mind. "

You okay?"

"I'm not used to you."

"Sorry."

"It's all right it's just-" she pauses, shuts her eyes. She's better at this. She's gotten fairly comfortable with her powers over time, but she hasn't had him thinking with his heart out in the open. Daisy's just as intense, but she's easier. "You're so loud."

"What can I do?" He crosses to her, hand out. When he touches her shoulder, it's calm. He's calm.

"How did you do that?"

"Do what?" Still calm, as peaceful as a cloudless sky. Phil walks her over to the couch, guides her down and then disappears into the kitchen. Did he just need to help? His curiosity gleams like sunlight, but it's not as intense as his concern.

"Daisy will think about something, she'll need a hug or think of something funny and I feel it. Sometimes I laugh before she can tell the joke or I hug her."

He hands her a cold glass of water and sits next to her. "You hug her?"

"Immediately."

"I love that." He leans back, chuckling. "Melinda May, a hugger."

Him being smug is very grounding. Maybe because it's so familiar. She sips her water, trying to focus on the physical reality of her body. It's cold in her throat, and her chest. The condensation on the glass chills her fingers.

"And your powers came from some other dimension?"

"It's not a nice place."

"Didn't sound like it." He stretches his arm out along the back of the couch and he's almost holding her. Not quite, because they're not like they were, but she spent so many days just wrapped in him in Tahiti that the idea of being able to touch him again is wonderful.

"What's it like?"

"Overwhelming. Annoying."

"You don't hate it."

She hates that he knows that. "I don't. It's useful. Helped us beat the Chronicoms."

"I saw that. You're a badass when you use emotions."

"Very funny."

Brushing her shoulder, he slides his arm down when she leans into him. It's perfect, warm and comfortable and familiar and everything. He feels something similar, and it rushes over both of them. Maybe she sent it, sometimes it's hard to tell.

She shuts her eyes and lets her memory drift back. It was a beautiful funeral. So much worse than the first one. "Everyone said nice things when you died. You didn't deserve all of them, especially what Daisy said, but we were together when we let you go."

"That's what I hoped." He toys with her hair, fascinated with a lock of it. "I like your hair long."

"I've been too busy to--"

"You're beautiful." He kisses her forehead, holding her close. "May, I'm so sorry."

That regret washes up like a downdraft, sucking, tugging; cold and miserable. Her eyes sting. Maybe it's his. It's enough to make her head spin, though she's been a little sensitive lately.

"You're here now." That calms him a little. She rests her head on his shoulder and his regret softens, lightens.

"I am. Still doesn't seem real." His hand wraps into hers and it's the most real thing in her apartment.

"Might not for awhile."

"I don't know, being back from the dead should be easy. I've done it a few times now."

"Other you died once too."

"Wow. Even the immortal me died?"

"He was being heroic."

"I'd never do that."

"Course not."

He nuzzles her hair, close enough that she can smell him and he's him, from his heartbeat to the roughness of his palm against her hand. She takes a breath, and he's still here.

"Your heart?"

"Hmm?" he turns, trying to catch her eyes. "My heart?"

"Is it all right?"

"Oh yeah, they did some tissue regeneration pod thing."

She runs her fingers over the back of his hand. "I was in that."

"After you got stabbed."

"That was unpleasant."

He kisses her forehead, seeking her and calming them both. "Daisy said it was rough."

Understatement. "You saw Daisy?"

He nods, squeezing her hand. "First person I saw when I woke up."

"Good."

"She's come into herself so much."

"Has her own team." His pride in Daisy warms her heart, mixing with her own. Staring at each other, they smile, easy, comfortable, and ridiculous at the same time. It's too easy to smile at him. Too familiar.

"We've all come a long way."

"We have."

He leans in, and that little frission of desire isn't her. That's him fantasizing about kissing her and it's the most arousing thing. In the moment before they kiss, she's entirely wrapped up in how he feels abut her leaning closer, her breath mingling with his. It's gentle, wistful, warm, and sweet and she's falling into the past. Maybe tumbling into the future because he's here, hers again, and he's whole.

He sighs into her mouth, reaching for the back of her neck, pulling her closer, and they fall into it. Into each other. Her relief and love melts into his and it's harmony somehow. She could stay there, lips on his, tasting him, for the rest of the evening but her doorbell chimes.

"Food."

"Right." He pulls away, touching her chin. "I'll go grab it."

"Tell her I loved the mango sticky rice."

He smirks and nods. "Okay, exactly that."

She drags the coffee table over the sofa while he's getting the food and grabs some of her favorite chopsticks from the drawer. The ones in the blue wrapper are just nicer than the red ones and she saves them. Phil won't appreciate it and she takes out a fork and a spoon, just in case. Melinda sets down a beer for him and forces herself to drink the rest of her water. Can't get dehydrated, even though it already feels like she has to pee more than normal, but that has to be in her head.

"The very nice woman who delivered our dinner said you are welcome for the sticky rice and her mother gave you some special dessert since you had a friend over."

"If you're lucky it's red bean buns, theirs are spectacular."

"I feel pretty lucky, all considered." Phil sets the bag down on the table and strokes her cheek. "It's been a neat day."

"Neat?"

"Peachy."

"Oh no, don't start quoting Sousa just because you were on a plane with him."

."He's a SHIELD legend."

"You're a SHIELD legend," she reminds him, opening up the containers and passing him chopsticks. "You're the Academy namesake."

"Yeah, that's a little awkward."

She takes a bite and smiles. The food's almost as good as her father's. "You can just go around introducing yourself as Agent May, I hear we've gotten married."

"You heard that?"

"A few students who came to office hours have been convinced you're my husband since the first quarter. I didn't correct them."

"Agent May, huh?" he jokes, grinning over his egg roll.

"I'm a professor now, you can be Agent."

"I might try that out."

"Should cause less of a stir than 'Coulson'."

"I know, really awkward being the guy who the whole place is named after."

"Works for Stark."

"If you're going to make a crack about my ego and his..."

She steals the last half an egg roll and chuckles. "Hadn't crossed my mind."

"Uh huh."

"So tell me what happened with Daisy."

"My resurrection?"

"Yeah, you started and then you got distracted."

"Oh, I got distracted."

"You did."

"Shame on me," Phil teases. "I woke up on the Zephyr Three, which was kind of a trip because there was only one when we got off in Tahiti."

"They're working on a fourth."

"Good to know." He struggles with a slippery piece of broccoli and she grabs it with her chopsticks, feeding it to him easily. "Thanks."

She brushes sauce from his lip and they lean closer and he stops her with a finger on her lips.

"I can't tell you my story if we're going to be distracted."

Admonished, she shakes her head and keeps eating. "Fine, no distractions."

"Thank you, so I woke up in the tissue regeneration pod you mentioned, on Zephyr Three, with Daisy, Agent Sousa and Daisy's sister Kora, who was a fun new addition to this timeline."

"And they came to get you, but their ship doesn't have a time drive."

"Yeah, so the time drive they had to borrow from Fitz-"

"Who never wants anyone to use it."

"I heard it's very complicated." Phil takes a moment to eat, giving up on the chopsticks and using the fork. "The other me, which is weird, that's still weird for me, said there was something he had to make right. So he, another you-"

"Wait, another me?"

"Yeah, LMD you who blew up the playground."

That's a surprise, but nice, in a way. The other Phil won't be alone. "How'd they get her back?"

"Printed her out, reuploaded her with Chronicom tech, I'm a little hazy on the details."

"Were you going to tell me?"

Phil gives her his best innocent smile. "I just did."

"Great."

"So the techy version of us helped Daisy and her team grab me from the beach in Tahiti--"

Where he died, looking at the stars with her on a blanket, one beautiful clear night when he fell asleep and just...stopped. She nearly drops her chopsticks at the memory and sets them down, reaching for her water.

"We were looking at the stars. It was a dark moon and it was so beautiful."

"And I--"

She finishes when he trails off. Her voice almost too soft. "I fell asleep first so I don't know when, but yeah, you were gone before the sun came up."

He takes a long sip of his beer, then reaches over to rest his hand on her knee. "I remember that night, you were so beautiful asleep in the starlight. I could have watched you forever."

So that was it. His last thought on Earth was about her. Her eyes sting and she grabs one of the paper napkins.

"Hey." His surge of concern sends her over and her tears run hot. "I'm sorry."

"It was beautiful. It was the best time of my life and then you--"

He kisses her cheek, then the other, nuzzling her tears away. "This is why I had to come back. We deserved more time."

"They said that?"

"Daisy did, and FitzSimmons, Mack signed off on the mission. Everyone, including us, now that I think about it. Absolutely everyone thinks we should give ourselves some more time."

"What are the other us going to do?"

"Take a team on Zephyr Two, see the galaxy. Keep each other safe."

She leans into his shoulder and sighs, only half joking. "Sounds exhausting."

"Doesn't it?" Phil finishes his beer and sets down the empty bottle. "Space is beautiful, sure, but there's a point where you just want to settle down and order from the same Chinese restaurant three times a week."

"They're good to me."

"I know, they sent these." He holds up a red bean bun and grins. "Apparently you should date more."

Melinda winces. "Don't you start."

"I heard--"

"Oh, I know what you heard. I hear it every Friday if I order for one."

They laugh as she pretends to steal a bite of his bun, then they're too close again, nearly touching and this time he tastes like red bean and Elena's good beer and forever doesn't seem like enough time to keep him here with her.

"Stay, please."

"Okay."

He cleans up, tucking leftovers away into her nearly empty fridge while she watches him from the sofa. He refills her water, fussing without even thinking about it and settles down next to her, His arm slips naturally around her and she curls in, legs up on the sofa.

"Daisy said they grabbed from from the moment I died and replaced me with a genetically identical corpse."

"You were cremated so that should be fine."

"Hopefully the timeline's intact. Thanks to Kora and some magic hand thing--"

"Her powers are impressive, and useful, now that she's on her side."

"You'll have to tell me that story," he asks.

Melinda yawns into her hand. "Remind me."

"We have time."

She curls in closer, shutting her eyes. "We do."

"What a gift."

"We deserve it."

He kisses her forehead, then lifts her hand to kiss her fingers. "We really do."

She falls asleep there, not intending to. He's probably still talking, and she's so tired.

"You should go to bed."

"I should get things for you and the couch." She starts to sit up, yawning again and he rubs her back.

"I'm sure I can find sheets."

"The guest bedroom is made up."

"I saw, it's Daisy's, but thanks."

Technically it is a guest room, but Daisy does have her Earthly possessions all over it because she didn't want to keep an apartment.

"It's a nice couch."

She scoffs and shakes her head. "Come sleep with me, it's not like we--"

"Right." He swallows hard but stands, offering her a hand up. "I'll turn down the bed then, you brush your teeth."

"Yes dear."

He pauses, grinning, and with him in it her apartment's more like home than it's ever been. When he crawls into bed next to her, smelling like her toothpaste, it's almost the most content she's been since the sand and the waves.

Except this is endless.

#philinda #fic: work-life balance #agents of shield

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snapeaddict · 4 years

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Hey! I just don't know how tumblr woks, and I don't know If I have to give you the number here, but it was about the bookish asks you rebloged And I wanted to know if you could , and wanted to answer the questions 2,7 and 17? Have a great day !

Lmao it is okay you did great

2. Are you a Austen person or a Brontë person?

Oh, such a hard question. I do have a preference for the way the Brontë sisters write, it's so refined and gloomy - but I read very little of their work. On the contrary I spent two years or Sense and Sensibility, I am a fan of Pride and Prejudice, enjoyed Emma and am reading another of her novels; even if school traumatised me, I love Jane Austen. I'll just need time for my brain to be able to go back to her work. I relate so much to her narrative and the way she jumps from one character's thoughts to another so that we get the most complete, funny and interesting vision of the events, and her little voice sometimes popping in to make fun of her own characters and society... Guess I'm an Austen person after all.

7. Answered

17. Do you know any poetry by heart?

I do! My favourites are Poèmes Féeriques by Victor Hugo, but I also know many Larkin quotes and some sonnets from Shakespeare. Don't get me started on theater because I'll recite If Music be the food of love with too much enthusiasm :))

#Literature #Not about Snape #Ask

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green-blooded-computer · 4 years

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List 7 of your favorite comfort movies and tag 7 people. Tagged by @cobaltmuser27. Thanks!

Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure: This is my feel-good movie of all time. I could probably recite the whole film. I’ve cosplayed as Bill and Ted with my partner so many times. I just...I just love this movie.

Lost Boys: I actually didn’t see this one until 2018. It’s like the only 80s horror film I didn’t watch growing up. I watched it for Alex Winter, but two seconds in I thought ‘Shit, this is going to ruin my life.’ Spoiler: it did. I even wrote a two hundred something page fanfiction prequel to it.

Ghostbusters: This was an early obsession of mine. I love Egon. I have the novelization of the script. I’m just...I have feelings.

Nightmare on Elm Street: Hear me out. As a kid (and an adult), I would get really obsessed with things. Read everything about a particular topic. Memorize every fact. Talk about it nonstop. The Nightmare movies were my life for years even though I was too young to watch them. I had this whole thing in my head about them that I couldn’t get over. This could extend to a lot of 80s horror films, but this was the absolute best.

Star Trek TOS Films (Especially Wrath of Khan): I tear up when I hear the soundtracks. I discovered Star Trek in college and it literally saved my life. I get very emotional whenever I watch the films. The signatures during the credits of Undiscovered Country make me cry every time. I’ve seen the final scene of WoK a hundred times and I still cry.

A Hard Day’s Night: I’m a huge Beatles fan and I used to watch this on a regular basis when I was younger. I don’t talk about music on this blog, but I am a music teacher, and music is a huge part of my life, so this one encompasses many music-related movies.

Forgetting Sarah Marshall: One of these things is not like the other! Saw this in high school with me then-boyfriend-now-husband. It’s not like any movie we ever specifically watch, but it was suggested to us and now we quote it literally on a daily basis. I know this movie by heart. It’s a miracle.

Tagging: anyone who wants to! Off the top of my head... @groovyenby @green-blooded @thylaforever @punkspockispunkrock @trek-tracks @gothamcitybeatle @spones-in-my-bones

#personal log #questions #movies

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loud-whistling-yes · 4 years

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List of notable 2019 senior quotes at my school

Because when I got the book last year I laughed so hard I almost fell off my chair

For context only three classes had quotes at the bottom of their pictures, every other class had different formatting

11 Omega

• I'll miss my punching bags D;

• I'll never miss being a punching bag

• We want your money more than your country!

• OH WOW

• I don't want song lyrics please

And my personal favourites:

• HANZ GET ZE FLAMMENWERFER

•Flowers can't be gay

11 Sigma

• Wait, when is this due?

• School means work and work means death. Let's all go take a nap.

• Thinking of a quote is so hard

• I like apple pie

• the knight in shining armour

• is the horse of the knight in shining armour

• :)

11 Theta

As a note on the top of their pages is "wanted for"

• kidnapping Why Don't We

• assaulting plastic straw users

• establishing a totalitarian reign of terror

• starting an underground boba black market (stole Xing Fu Tang's wok on the way)

• breaking into Khulafa to steal the maggi goreng secret formula

• being the lieutenant of the dragon gang

• being the don of the dragon gang

• bickering with her twin

• bickering with his twin

• not bringing his outfit for the photo shoot and wearing his school uniform instead

• bringing a metal ruler to school

• hunting crows illegally

• spreading so much salt that kidney stones is now a contagious disease

• the revenge of the kuaci

• raving when the police asked her to put her hands in the air

• not coming for photo session and using this picture instead

11 Theta knows how to party

#random #school #senior quotes #2019 #whoop

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What’s your story behind all the things that you like? What I mean is how were you introduced to all the things you find enjoyment out of (video games, anime fanfics etc). How’d you find quote on quote “geek culture” or how did it find you?

The majority of what I enjoy was via introduction by my older sister, or a friend. (This includes music. Nova is always exposing me to new stuff and giving me culture) Or. The old fashioned way, TV. Lol I survived off morning cartoons and cereal. In short, sister, friends, cartoons, fanfics, and CONVENTIONS.

My older sister had played KH1 up to the Deep jungle and then she quit. It was maybe 2004 at the time. But I remembered it well enough, that when my friend showed me KH2 lent his copy that I’m like. Ah hell yeah, I kinda remember this? (KH2 was the first I played, never even saw anything after Deep Jungle until I played KH1 later. But honestly KH2 pretty much gives you a recap, CoM exempt so it was fine. Sora didnt remember, so.. we were on the same page. Lol)

Same thing with Zelda. My first exposure was Majora’s mask, watching my sister play. (She wouldn’t let me play.Older sibling complex.) My first game was Twilight Princess, love that game, it’s beautiful and amazing. Dont @ me lol

Miraculous Ladybug was on Netflix, and I had seen @philsterman01 ’s comic dubs so I was like, yeah, I can finally watch it. (It wasnt what i expected AT ALL, but I still frickin love that cornball of a show. It’s ridiculous and cute.)

Sailor Moon was a huge part of my life, and I still adore it, my First OC was based off that and Tokyo Mew Mew.

Toonami was a huge thing way back when. Yu Yu Hakusho, Cyborg 009, Dragonball/DBZ, a liiiiittle Naruto. There was Fox Kids with Digimon, Shaman King, Winx Club, KidsWB had Yugioh, Pokemon, Cardcaptors, etc. (Adult swim had Inuyasha, Cowboy Bebop, Samurai Champloo and Scry-ed)

A lot of what I enjoyed actually starts at the library. I would ride my bike to the library and check out the limit of Manga and DvDs, I’d read them all and return them the next week and do it all over again… the internet was still foreign to me. Lol

My library didn’t really carry the “POPULAR” manga series, I got stuff like Iron Wok Jan, Skip Beat!, CLAMP stuff (to this day I still don’t understand Clover), Maison Ikkoku, Angelic Layer, but they still had like Fruits Basket, Bleach, Death Note, Chrono Crusade, Tsubasa Reservoir Chronicles, etc. Anime was Rurouni Kenshin, X (1999), Tenchi Universe, Ranma ½, Vampire Hunter D, a lot of arbitrary anime I can’t remember but they were weeeeird.

When I was 13 I got a GaiaOnline account, and a FFNet, where I actually met my best friend and current roommate. (We bonded over our love for Hiei.) Lots of new stuff was introduced there.

A coworker of my Mom’s from a past job lended me Trigun, Raxephon, Fullmetal Panic, Generator Gawl, Arc the Lad, Kiddy Grade, Noir.

My mental library is pretty small all things considered. And I’m definitely more of a Casual Geek. I enjoy things in passing.

I think Kingdom Hearts is the thing I’ve held onto the longest, besides Yu Yu Hakusho and Cardcaptor Sakura. But I definitely love it the most.

And Miraculous Ladybug is sticking with me pretty strongly atm too. (But we’ll see. It’s still young)

I missed out on an lot of stuff in high school because I decided to ignore anime and instead get obsessed with Japanese and Korean Pop stars, of which I still need to get rid of my posters 💦💦💦 (they’re just… sitting in the closet lmao) and I was like… a YouTube nut. (I was absorbed into stuff like NigaHiga, Smosh, Mystery Guitar Man, Tobuscus, SMPfilms, Chonny, Bubsbeauty, Shimmycocopuffs, Equals3, stuff like that. Also the time I drew the LEAST and my art stagnated BAD)

I’m still playing catch up, but I’m more interested in creating, working on my OCs, animation/storyboards. Etc. It’s hard to get myself into new stuff cause I know I’ll be sucked in. *stares at Fire Emblem from a safe distance*

It’s also only in the last year or so, (2?) That I’ve actively been a part of a fan community, so it’s still a territory I’m treading lightly. And I’ve kept it to just the KH and ML fandoms. (And maaaaybe the MLP fandom but you didn’t hear that from me. *sweats*)

Long answer is long.

But it’s interesting to think back. Because everything is so VASTLY different now.

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styomi · 4 years

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Friday Girl: Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Huangshan Maofeng Tea - Yellow Mountain Fur Peak

Prompt: Sees the others' living space

Quote: "It must be hard with your sense of direction, never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line."

Kuga Terunori was in high spirits. Though, it wasn't his usual cheery self. No, this was different. He was in extremely high spirits. Genuine ones. There was some kind of a different spark to the way he moved that wok around, and there was a spring in his step as he served the food he'd made with absolute pride. Heck, he even bothered to thank the men at the Chinese Cuisine RS for taste-testing. Altogether, this odd occurrence made the second seat of the Elite Ten quite interested.

"You got some new spices that will burn my tongue off, Kuga?" Rindō asked, sitting on the chair at the Chinese Cuisine RS, her legs pulled up on it in a very unladylike manner. Nene would definitely scold her if she saw that.

"Maybe," Terunori blew her a raspberry, but still served her food. He knew by then exactly how to avoid questions from the persistent and quite nosy second seat - feed her. Rindō was easily distracted, like a small child or a curious animal. Terunori planned to use every single one of the tricks and tips on how to avoid the Elite Ten in order to hide Mayumi from them.

It wasn't that he was ashamed. No, far from that. Mayumi was nothing to be ashamed about. She was, in fact, everything to be proud of. However, Terunori was all too familiar with the nature of Tōtsuki students and staff. After all, he was one of them. Arrogant, snobby, determined, childish and borderline insane was how he would describe anyone at the school, in just a few adjectives. And, he knew how Rindō was. If she found out about Mayumi, Terunori could kill his peace at The Emerald Dragon goodbye. Rindō would definitely bring the whole council there.

"Eat up, eat up," and so Terunori opted for the safest path out of that minefield. "Eat up and get out. You know, leave, hurry, go, bye-bye sempai!" He shamelessly urged her, waving his hands for her to get out.

"But I'm bored, Kuga!" Rindō bored was always trouble. He knew that he needed to redirect her attention as quickly as possible to something other than his private Friday afternoons. "Entertain me! Kuga!"

"I heard they needed some help with identifying grasshoppers at the Insect RS," actually, he'd been asked to help. After all, they had wanted to spice the grasshoppers up and make them the traditional Chinese way. However, due to the bags being unlabeled, the two types of grasshoppers, differently preserved, had gotten all mixed up. Terunori had never quite fancied eating them, so he'd been avoiding going down to Insect RS and try grasshopper after grasshopper from three shipments of mixed bags.

"Grasshoppers?!" His tactic had worked brilliantly, as Rindō polished off her plate, placing it into the sink and bounding off with glee. "Thanks for the food, Kuga!"

But, Terunori 's hard day was just starting. He hadn't slept that night. In fact, he'd been having trouble sleeping for a while. He knew what he had to do. He just had to do it. But, the task was beyond daunting. It was more daunting than facing Tsukasa in a Shokukegi. Alright, perhaps he was exaggerating. Perhaps it wasn't that bad. But, it still got his hands to falter in their movements through the recipe whenever he thought to what he had to do. The stopwatch dinged, telling Terunori that he had to go if he planned to be on time. And, he had to be on time, because everything had to be perfect. He would make certain that it was perfect.

The Emerald Dragon was busy, as always, when he got there. He was just on time, right past noon. The girl who greeted him at the door wasn't Mayumi. It was the Chinese server who always gave him sly looks, as if she knew a secret even he didn't.

"Welcome back, Terunori-bocchama," she greeted him, giving that coy look once more. Terunori didn't rise to the challenge, though.

"My usual table, Chunhua-chan," he grinned cutely at her, enjoying the slight jump of her eyebrow when he didn't take the bait. "I'll have Huangshan Maofeng, with the pot."

"Understood, young master," Chunhua bowed to him politely, then vanished from the traditional table which he sat at comfortably. It had been at least a month since he'd gone stargazing with Mayumi. And, their Fridays at the Emerald Dragon had changed. She stopped by his table often, just for a chat, and spent her breaks in pleasant conversation with him, rather than alone in the back. On the other hand, that had made it incredibly hard for Terunori to actually get some work done. He would always have different mixes of spices that he would try upon leaving the Emerald Dragon. But, those times were gone now. Now, he left the tea shop with only millions of questions in his brain, scurrying around like his workers when the recipe was new. And, he didn't mind it one bit.

"Hello, Terunori-kun," Mayumi offered him a small bow as she passed and Terunori felt the feeling from before in his limbs again. His hands were trembling, and he ended up squeezing the life out of the small recipe notebook.

"How hey are you?" How did he manage to botch that up?! Hey, how are you? How hard was that? How?! Terunori felt his face flush, hoping for the earth to simply open up and swallow him. But, instead, all that happened was Mayumi giggling, her hand coming up to cover her mouth.

"I'm doing good, what about you?" Terunori wanted to slap himself and try and get past these yips that he was having. It was beyond embarrassing.

"Good," he chose to stick to one-word answers. After all, how hard would it be to mess those up? "If I were to ask you out on a date, would your answer be the same as the answer to this question?" However, his brain had decided to stop cooperating with his mouth at the most unfortunate of times. And, apparently, it had decided to spill out all the silly pick up lines he'd looked up in the past week. Mayumi's head tilted to the side, in absolute confusion.

"E-eh? What?" Terunori was only aware of his mouth opening again and the blush on his face intensifying to almost impossible proportions.

"Cupid called. He wants to tell you that he needs my heart back." Curse his brain. Work, dammit, not the mouth, but the brain! However, there was no cooperation. Judging by Mayumi's growing smile, she found it beyond amusing. "I'd say God bless you, but it looks like He already did."

"Oh my God!" She finally broke at the last one, bursting into laughter and successfully gaining them the attention of the whole tea shop. Terunori spotted Chunhua practically dying in a corner behind the counter, wheezing. However, his brain wasn't done placing him into yet another degree of mortification.

"Do I know you?" Mayumi's head shot up, the girl trying to hold in her laughter. "Because you look a lot like my next girlfriend." And she lost it again, putting her hands up to physically try to stop him from going for more backup lines.

"Stop, stop, oh God, Terunori, please stop," she wheezed through laughter, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes as she tried to stay standing. "I'll go out with you, just please, no more lines!"

"Today?" He really wished his brain would connect to his mouth and put some kind of impulse control filter on it.

"Sure, today," Mayumi agreed, nodding. Maybe, though, his mouth was doing a fine job of it.

"After work then?" Terunori finally gained some semblance of control over himself, looking at the girl brightly.

"Sur-oh, I can't," Mayumi frowned. "I need to go home to change, because I dirtied my clothes today. I've only got the uniform here." Terunori couldn't help but look down at the qipao which suited her more than he could ever word. It was alright with him, going on a date in that silk dress. Though, he probably wouldn't be able to hold himself back from taking his hands off of her form if she did wear it.

"I can drive you?" he suggested with a shrug. "Then we can decide where to go, Mayuchin?" Terunori could tell that the tension that had been present like a fever in his body was draining, leaving him feeling slightly boneless. Though, he still managed to grin brightly at the girl, slipping into his comfortable persona that he'd developed after entering Tōtsuki.

"Oh, alright then," Mayumi smiled at him, then bowed and walked away to return to her duties. Chunhua passed moments later, tapping him on the shoulder in a rather patronizing manner.

"Nice going, bocchan," she coyly remarked. "Top comedy marks." And she was gone, leaving a horribly blushing Terunori in her wake.

Mayumi didn't live in a 'good' neighborhood. Then again, she didn't live in a 'bad' neighborhood either, if he dared to be a little more objective. Her building was one of the many, almost indistinguishable ones, that lay on the peaceful street. When Mayumi directed his driver, telling him where to park, Terunori couldn't help but stare. The two exited the town car as he asked, unable to stop himself.

"How do you know which one's yours?" With a tilt of his head, arms crossed, the boy glanced between the buildings. Mayumi didn't get offended. Instead, the girl giggled.

"Well, I used to have that issue," she admitted, fishing out her keys and waving him over to follow her into one of the numerous similar buildings. "I used to remember that mine was the fourth after the willowy tree, but they cut it down some time ago. Now, I just kinda know?"

"Ah, instincts," Terunori laughed to himself, and she joined in. The girl led them into the building, the lights turning on automatically. They entered the elevator and she pressed the fifth floor. Her door was on the left, number twenty-three.

"Here we are," Mayumi said shyly, unlocking the door and turning on the lights. Terunori stood still for a second, not really sure how to proceed. The girl took off her coat and hung it beside a tall mirror, toeing off her boots and entering. "Coming?" Terunori nodded, mimicking her actions and following her inside.

It wasn't a big place, he could see that immediately. In fact, compared to his own apartment, it was tiny. To the left, there was a small bathroom, and to the right, a closed room which he deduced had to be her bedroom. The hallway led them straight into the living room, with a small couch, low coffee table, and sitting pillows. There was a soft carpet under their feet, as well. The apartment didn't have a TV, but Terunori spotted a laptop on the couch. The living room connected to an open kitchen, separated only by a small counter, behind which he found a surface designed to making food. Cupboards lined the wall inside the kitchen, and he eyed a tall fridge, as well as a sink and a dishwasher. There was also a microwave and a coffee maker in the corner, which didn't look much used.

"Cozy," Terunori commented, swinging back and forth on the balls of his feet. Mayumi placed her bag next to the coffee table and turned with a nervous smile.

"It's not much, but it's mine," she told him.

"No, no, it's great," Terunori smoothly lied. He felt like it needed more space. He needed more space. Perhaps she could move into his own apartment? Yes, that would be quite nice. He wouldn't mind sharing the space, especially as Mayumi seemed rather tidy.

"It's really not," the girl frowned, letting him know that she'd seen through his lie. "It's smaller than I would've liked it to be. But, this is what I could rent from my salary at the Emerald Dragon. So, nobody can interfere with the space."

"Ah, overbearing family?" Terunori suddenly understood. She didn't want to use her family money to get her own space. She wanted it to be hers. Only hers. Even though he'd never faced that kind of an issue, he could understand it.

"You could say so," Mayumi grinned. "I'm just going to take a quick shower and change, make yourself at home." The girl took out some things from her bag and went into the room near the entrance. Terunori was left awkwardly standing in the small living room. When she exited her bedroom again, he stopped her, despite the change of clothes and the towel in her hands.

"Say, Mayucchi, wanna have our date here?" He smoothly asked. When she looked at him with an inquisitive glance, Terunori quickly elaborated. "I could cook us something and we could watch a movie? I bet you're tired from all the work you did today." With a smile from him, he knew that she was sold.

"Um, alright," the girl agreed. "Then, if you don't mind, let's do that." Terunori eagerly nodded, pushing her towards the bathroom.

"Go, go, shower," he paused in his movements for a second. "Do you like spicy cuisine?"

"As long as it's not too spicy, I'm alright," she told him before he finally pushed her into the small bathroom, catching a glimpse of the insides of the room. A toilet, a low shower, a big mirror and multiple shelves stacked with products.

"Okay, have a good time in the shower," Terunori grinned, closing the door on the girl's amused face. He went back to the living room with a determined face. Terunori wandered into the kitchen, opening the fridge and the cupboards, inspecting her supplies. "Not too bad," he grinned to himself. "I can work with this."

And, Terunori started working his magic. He'd decided on making the usual, traditional Chinese food from the available ingredients. The dishes would be sweet-sour chicken with rice and dumplings, and the nian gao as dessert. He knew that he would have to get a bit creative with the dessert, but the rest could be made with ease from the contents of Mayumi's kitchen.

Terunori found an apron next to the fridge and tied it behind his back, washing his hands at the sink, before he got started. He resisted placing a little more than necessary spices from his back pocket into the chicken while preparing it. He kept holding himself back, as Mayumi wasn't a big fan of spicy things. He got so absorbed in his work, that he didn't even notice when the girl herself joined him, opting to sit on the counter from the living room side.

"Woah, you scared me!" Terunori balked, placing his hand over his quickly beating heart when he turned from the stove, only to see the girl curiously watching him. She giggled, her hand going up to cover her mouth.

"I'm sorry," Mayumi apologized. "You seemed like you were in your element, so I felt bad interrupting," she watched as his hands moved with practiced precision, quickly over the numerous ingredients, getting the dough for the dessert ready. "You seem to be an expert in the kitchen." She mused, making Terunori falter in his movements. He hadn't meant to show her. Heck, he needed to slow down. Terunori purposefully started slowing down gradually in his usual routine.

"Ah, I suppose I'm not that bad," he laughed.

"Where did you learn how to cook so well?" That question made him stop short. Then, his hands continued working as he heard that the chicken was ready for the next stage by the sizzling of the oil.

"Nobody's ever asked me that," he chuckled, thrown off. "I had a caretaker growing up, since my parents were always busy with work," Terunori divulged a secret he rarely brought into the open with anyone. "She had this way of making the house smell really homely, with her cooking. She was Chinese and she always made the spiciest things. I suppose I learned a lot from her." He concluded with a shrug. True enough, he had learned a lot from the woman. But, those had merely been the seeds to the tree he'd grown on his own. His skills weren't those which one would use to cook every day in a kitchen for the family. He was a chef. He was a chef worthy of his 8th Seat, regardless of the spiciness on the menu.

"That's really cute," Mayumi giggled again, making the boy turn around, red-faced, and pout at her.

"Don't make fun of me," he whined.

"Oh, I'm not," Mayumi slid from her spot on the counter, walking over to him while he was finishing up the chicken. "I just find you really cute, Terunori-kun." That got his face to become even redder. And, then she completely destroyed him by snaking her hands around his middle, head resting at his back for a brief moment. Terunori felt his body go into overdrive, suddenly more aware of every place which Mayumi touched, rather than the food in front of him. A gentle kiss pressed right under his ear, before the girl pulled away. "Honestly, I'm surprised that you're this cute. I always thought that you were kind of creepy, always watching me silently." Terunori managed to collect himself enough to retaliate.

"Well, it's kinda hard to gather the courage to talk to a girl for us guys, alright?" He shot back with another pout on his face as he continued checking on the food and adding things here and there.

"True, it must be hard with your sense of direction," Mayumi mused with a smile on her face. "Never being able to find your way to a decent pickup line." Terunori balked, turning to her.

"They were all decent, I'll have you know!" That made her laugh, and honestly, he didn't even mind that she was laughing at him. The way she looked at that moment, in her oversized sweater and tights, with that long hair still damp from the shower, laughing merrily in the kitchen, it was more mesmerizing than her working at the Emerald Dragon. She was exquisite, and Terunori knew that he would never let her go.

"Decently hilarious, sure enough!" Mayumi laughed and he couldn't help joining in. Yes, she was truly exquisite, like the rarest of spices or the most delicious of teas. He was certain that he wouldn't be letting her slip through his fingers anytime soon.

That's all for now folks! I hope you enjoyed :D

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Prompt: Takes a photo together Quote: "I was going to go for a suave pickup line, but I got all flustered when I saw you."

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