#he raises fucking chickens like how does it not get more wholesome than that

[katierosefun]

not me getting emotional over writing an email to my screenwriting instructor about thanks for this class and i’ve learned a lot and this was kinda my favorite class uh hope you have a great rest of the year and maybe great rest of your life like,,,caroline c h i l l

#caroline talks #asdfdfsd i was just like 'have a great holiday season and rest of the year!! and so on and so forth!!!!!!!!' #i just..... #me: see i dont know if you know this sir but im trying to say that i appreciate your class that is all #me: words how do i w o r d #disaster caroline strikes again #see this is the thing!! whenever someone expresses fondness or something my brain shorts out #authority figures being nice to me? i simply do not know how to react #idk i really like my screenwriting instructor #genuinely a nice dude #as well as my english professor #who is one of the most wholesome people i have EVER met #he raises fucking chickens like how does it not get more wholesome than that #and is also always like 'i wanna hear from everyone :)' and like GENUINELY just wants to hear everyone's voices #im gonna cry at the idea of not seeing some of them anymore :(((

[highfaelucien]

Nesta/Az/Cassian for the ship thingy???👀🥺 we were deprived of their domesticity in the House of Wind

Pairings done so far: Luzriel

send me a pairing and I’ll give you some headcanons

falls asleep on the couch

-Honestly all of them. Azriel frequently finds Cassian and Nesta slumped naked on the couch after they had sex and then fell asleep afterwards. He makes a very miffed comment about them having fun without him. Cassian opens up a wing to invite him to join them, while Nesta sleepily flips him off. He acknowledges this is Nesta speak for the same thing.

-Cassian can absolutely sleep anywhere. In any conditions. The couch is absolute the least weird place Az and Nesta have found him napping in the townhouse.

-Nesta is guilty of staying up reading a really good book and then passing out. When Cassian finds her he flips to the end of the book and reads loudly from it to wake her up (though he doesn't ACTUALLY do this because she WILL kill him for spoiling her. So he makes up his own ending). Azriel, who is polite, picks up her book, marks the page for her, and takes her to bed.

-Azriel passes out, less likely on the couch, more so on his desk, working himself until he literally fades into unconsciousness. Nesta will deadass return the favour and pick him up and take him to bed. Where she will then grumpily sit on him so that when he wakes up he finds a tiny angry fae sitting on his chest glowering at him threateningly and telling him it is time to SLEEP. Azriel is a smart man so he doesn't budge. Cassian will ALSO carry him to bed when he finds him because Mother knows he needs it.

-Occasionally Cassian also finds Nesta and Azriel fallen asleep together on the couch after reading the same book together and having a lil book club over it. He fakes a HUGE tantrum over this because how COULD you do this without me!? you KNOW snuggles are my favourite thing ever!?!!?!?!?!?

makes friends with the neighbors

Cassian. Absolutely. The second they move in. And he puts in all of the 'friend making effort'. Azriel is a painful introvert and does not want to do this, but he's polite so he hovers awkwardly beside Cassian as he happily introduces himself.

Nesta stays inside and unpacks doing "something actually useful" as she pointedly yells at Cassian.

Cassian takes advantage of her absence to spin a long and boastful story to the neighbours about his dear wife Nesta. When he met her she had been cursed to just be the most hideous looking creature in existence. And you might think she'd have a good personality to balance that out? The sweetness of an angel, the most incredible kindness and generosity. Well you'd be WRONG. She's a monster. But I was patient and majestic, and I took care of her and cured her curse and- oh hello sweetheart.

As Nesta marches out of the house and GLOWERS at him then frogmarches him back inside. The neighbours are quite sure they will never see him alive again. Azriel is left standing alone outside. Gives an awkward little nod and tells them if they need anything to just let them know. Then he melts back into the house to prevent a murder.

is the adventurous eater

Cassian will eat legitimately anything. And there are very few things he doesn't like? but the things he doesn't like he dislikes VERY VIOLENTLY. If you attempt to feed this man peanut butter he will make your life miserable forEVER. He also likes to experiment in the kitchen.

Nesta is very much. She likes what she likes and she has no interest in adding to that. She's perfectly happy. She will make the effort and try things that Cassian specifically makes because she knows it's important to him. but she goes into it like she's headed to the gallows each time and as long as she takes a little bit that's fine. Nesta doesn't like new things or change in her established existence.

Azriel has a very discerning palatte. He can subsist on soldier's rations. But he's absolutely the obnoxious foodie of the group, surprisingly so to people who don't know him. Cassian considers it a Great Personal Achievement if, when he puts the first mouthful of food into his mouth, Azriel smiles.

hogs the covers at night

NESTA. She sleeps in between the two Illyrians, and no-one have any idea HOW but every night she manages to cocoon herself in blankets. Cassian has described her, lovingly, as his "little rotisserie chicken" assuming that she just...rotates and pulls the blankets in around her with every turn. Cassian and Az doesn't really mind, they have wings, and body heat, and have slept in far worse places. It amuses them.

forgets to do the dishes

Nesta. Azriel and Cassian both have that 'hyper neat military discipline' thing and they both get antsy if their spaces aren't clean. On very rare occasions Az will sometimes leave like the occasional tea cup or plate lying around and Cassian will take that as a cue to go and check in on him because he must be really distracted/bothered by something for that to happen.

tries to surprise their partner more often

Cassian does the surprising. Most of them involve nakedness and rose petals. He also occasionally does ridiculous things like hiring a band to follow Nesta around the city all day and sing a song of how much he loves her. Buys an enormous teddy bear for Azriel so he has someone to hold him while Cassian is at the camps - because sweet Nesta won't (sweet Nesta elbows him)

Azriel does like big important anniversary/birthday and they're always incredibly intricately planned and thoughtful.

Nesta and Cassian both tag-team Azriel for special occasions and force him to take some time for himself and they just make him do all of his favourite things and it's Wholesome.

leaves dirty laundry on the floor

Nesta, mainly, because again Cassian and Azriel are neat freaks. However, Cassian will take credit for doing this when he's stripping one or both of his partners for sex.

stays up til 2 AM reading

All of them, actually. Cassian far less frequently than the other two. Az does this literally every day until Nesta legitimately picks him up and carries him to bed. Cassian assists by whipping the remaining report paper out of his hands as they come in. Azriel grumbles about them fussing over him like a pair of mother wyverns. Nesta pointedly tells him he needs it and Cass agrees.

Sometimes Azriel returns to the favour with Nesta. Or he TRIES to. But he approaches and she just raises a finger, without looking up, and growls at him. Cassian claps a hand on his shoulder and tells him to just let her finish her book. He doesn't want to have to start writing that eulogy just yet.

sings in the shower

Cassian sings very very loudly. It is not good. He does it anyway. And he dances. Even when he's joined in the shower by his partners.

Azriel sings, but only when he's alone. Or with Nesta. She is allowed to hear, but only if she sings with him. It's quiet, and beautiful, and one of their bonding moments.

takes the selfies

Cassian. Frequently. Nesta is very changeable. Sometimes she likes it and poses with him. Other times he just gets a palm in his face and a rude gesture.

Azriel always point blank refuses to have pictures taken.

plans date night

Azriel usually manages it, Nesta is his co-planner. They both like things ordered, and controlled, and to know what's happened.

They let Cassian plan once and never again. for the general of the Night Court armies he's fucking terrible at managing restaurant bookings.

#nessian #nesta x cassian x azriel #nesta archeron #cassian #azriel #EXCELLENT. FINALLY. SOME GOOD POLYAMORY CONTENT IN THIS BUILDING. #acotar series #acotar headcanons #nesta x cassian x azriel headcanons #nesassriel #nesassriel headcanons #hehe #answer post tag #taryn answer #I AM DOING THIS IM JUST SLOW AND LOW ON SPOONS

[sabraeal]

Traffic Lights Are Burnin’

[Read on AO3]

Written in honor of @nebluus‘s birthday! She asked for some WFB, and of the options I gave she chose the next part of our Six Flags saga...only the beginning scene of that chapter ended up ballooning out into this so...it ended up being less Amusement Park Shenanigans and more Wholesome Boys Will Be Boys Content. I’M SURE MADI WILL BE JUST FINE WITH THAT TOO 😂

“Are you making an omelette?”

English is not, functionally, Mitsuhide’s first language. Not that he thinks of it like that-- first or second, third or fourth; there’s no ranking in his life, no moment in which one language followed another. There was English with Mama and quebecois with Papa; a plan quickly scuttled by Mitsuhide being the fifth Lowen sibling. Refusing to be pigeonholed into a single language no matter how many times Mama repeated consistency is key, his brothers mostly spoke a tossed salad of both and assumed he’d understand the lettuce.

Coupled with the fact that all his cousins lived in Toronto anyway, Mitsuhide had hardly begun talking himself before it became outside quebecois and inside English. Unless they left the province, in which case it was a free-for-all that left his few monolingual aunts and uncles dizzy.

Which is to say, Mitsuhide only becomes aware of the precise inner ranking of his languages in moments like this, where gut immediately kicks out a dry ‘j’essaie.’ The translation is vetoed on the grounds that although in quebecois he’s never met a word he couldn’t steep in sarcasm and smuggle in a sacre, he prefers to keep his English so clean it squeaks.

You’ve got it all backwards, Kihal had told him as he sweltered under the San Juan sun, English is fake, you can be as much of an asshole as you want it in, it doesn’t count.

It’s true, there’s something that’s more real to him in French, that’s more real about him, but, well-- there were far fewer cousins to tattle on his potty mouth this way. And now that he knows Obi...

Well, if Kiki ever made good on her threats to teach him any of his “church swears,” he’d probably never sleep easy again. So instead, he scrolls through his mental rolodex of possible appropriate replies before settling on, “Would you like one?”

Zen glances up from his array of pamphlets, glossy paper glaring beneath the overhead lamp. It matches the way Zen is looking at him. “We don’t have time for that.”

Mitsuhide frowns, giving his eggs one last vigorous whisk before pouring them into the pan. “There’s always time for breakfast. It’s the most important meal of the day.”

He glances over just in time to see Zen’s grimace. “Shirayuki really could be your sister.”

There’s really no reason he has to look so horrified by the idea. His brothers may all be broad shouldered, barrel-chested giants, but plenty of his cousins made pocket money in high school through catalogue modeling. And they’re all very nice girls.

He doesn’t mention it. A conversation never ends well if you have to whip out photos of female relatives to prove your point. “Would you like one?” he repeats instead, a safer tactic overall.

Zen’s nose wrinkles beneath some dubiously drawn eyebrows. “Are you putting spinach in there?”

“Kale,” he agrees. “And chicken.”

“In a breakfast omelette?” He clucks his tongue, just the way the Wisteria’s chef would when he attempted to cook at the estate. Quel dommage, he would say, sighing over the cutting board, why would you do that to perfectly good eggs? “Why would you do that?”

Because these muscles don’t come cheap; Mitsuhide chokes down a truly staggering amount of chicken in order to keep them. Roasted, of course-- boiled is technically better for protein, but even he has to draw the line somewhere. The eggs have less, but they are calorie efficient; he’d eat more of them if he could stomach the slimy, snake-like sensation of swallowing them down hard boiled.

But explaining his diet regime usually ended with glazed eyes, so he settles for, “I could always put something different in yours. There’s ham.”

Fancy ham, Obi calls it. It’s just from the deli counter, fresh sliced from whatever quality cut’s on sale, but considering how the first time Obi saw a charcuterie board, he shouted, Oh, Lunchables!--

Well, Mitsuhide can accept that maybe they have different benchmarks for fancy. And somehow just the simple act of calling it that does make it taste better. Or at least more satisfying when it’s shoved between a Hawaiian roll and deli cheese.

There’s a soft shuffle by the kitchen door, and a wild thatch of bristle peeps around the frame. Mitsuhide shakes his head with huff. That’s a new one-- just think the devil’s name and he appears.

Obi lopes into the kitchen, all long limbs and smooth movements, blurring right into the background without any effort at all. He’d gotten Mitsuhide a few times when he’d first moved in, popping up wherever it was sure to be the most inconvenient, grinning like a cat with feathers in its teeth. But once you knew the trick of it, well-- it’s no effort to keep the kid in his sights.

Which is why he has a full, uninterrupted view when Obi slips right up to Zen’s elbow, and asks, “Whatcha doing, chief?”

“Wah!” Pamphlets fly up, a glittering flock of wings swooping beneath the lamp. Zen slaps them down before they can skitter off the table’s edge. “Obi! Make noise for fuck’s sake!”

“Sorry,” he sing-songs, not a sincere note in it. Two long fingers pluck a pamphlet off the wood, twisting it between them. “What’s all this? They starting to put theme parks on exams now?”

“No.” Zen scowls, snatching it out of his hands. “I’m just making today’s itinerary.”

Mitsuhide slides his omelette onto a plate, turning just in time to catch the glance Obi sends him. It somehow says is he fucking with me while also implying I’ll hold him down if we gotta send him to the doctor. “An itinerary?”

He leans a hip against the island, fishing out a fork. What was it Obi always said? Dinner tastes better with a show. Time to find out whether it extends to breakfast too.

Zen fixes Obi with a look that could have had trenches with all its affront. “You can’t go to an amusement park without a plan. How else do you get on all the coasters?”

“It’s only Six Flags New England.” A week ago, the name alone made Obi flee like a cat from a bath, but now every syllable drips with derision, like a sommelier reviewing boxed wine. “They’ve got what? Superman?”

Mitsuhide shoves a corner of his omelette in his mouth. It’s not as good as a sausage, mushroom, and cheese, but, well, it’ll do. “Bizarro.”

“Bizarro.” Obi scoffs. “See? Nothing. Besides, I thought you were the kind of guy to spring for fast passes, boss.”

Zen’s always been sensitive; the sort of kid who tended to pop off when a situation came to a simmer instead of trying to turn down the heat. When Izana had been sitting president, he’s spent half his tenure fielding tense calls, sometimes even climbing into a towncar at a moment’s notice to be taken back east. The school, he’s always say, lifting a shoulder, my brother is proving to be a challenge, and my mother is...unreachable.

He’d thought this Zen kid must be like the ones he knew on the ice, punching first and asking questions later, complaining about being put in the box. All temper and no temperance, Mama used to say when she drove him home, can’t talk when you got plastic between your teeth.

But then he’d met him, undersized and stick-limbed, living in that house with people paid to be invisible. A kid with too much on his shoulders and too many eyes to watch him stumble under it. He’s come a long way from there.

So when Zen squirms in his chair, red already starting to lick up his neck, Mitsuhide doesn’t enjoy it. On the contrary, Zen’s discomfort is his discomfort, a failure of him to keep the watchful eye on him that Izana asked him to.

But it also doesn’t stop him from adding, “Shirayuki believes that waiting in line is part of the amusement park experience.”

Obi looks as though he’s just been told it’s his birthday and Christmas, all rolled into one. “Of course she does.” His mouth sharpens to a wicked grin. “So you’ll be lowering yourself to the peasant’s lines today, huh, Your Highness?”

“Don’t call me that,” he grumbles, swatting him away. “No one’s being lowered anywhere. We won’t be running into any of them so long as we get there early and hit the coasters in the right order.”

Obi coughs. Or at least, makes it sound like he is. “Uh-huh.”

“Where is Shirayuki anyway?” Zen glares at the empty doorway, brows heaving like thunderclouds over the bridge of his nose. “I thought you said you’d get her.”

“I did.” Obi twitches his shoulders; as good as a shrug, from him. “She’s getting ready.”

“It’s been fifteen minutes.” Zen’s glare changes target to him, thunder rolling in the tone of his voice. “Shirayuki doesn’t take this long to get ready.”

When Mitsuhide glances up, chewing around another stab of egg, kale, and chicken, Obi’s eyebrows are already there to meet him. His head tilts, just the barest degree; this is your show, big guy.

Mitsuhide coughs, trying to clear his throat of leaf bits. “Girls,” he starts, the ground sinking beneath him with each word, “like to look nice. Especially when they are on, uh, dates.”

“This isn’t a date,” Zen informs him, more than a little put out. “Obi’s going.”

The sound Obi makes can only be termed as distressed. “I didn’t want to.”

For exactly this reason, is what he doesn’t say. Doesn’t even show it on his face, though it has to be lurking beneath it, considering how he--

Well, considering nothing Mitsuhide knows for sure. But certainly a few things he reasonably suspects.

“Chief.” Obi flips the chair next to him, straddling it. “You know, I really thought it couldn’t be true. I really wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt. But to hear you now--” he leans in, one narrow brow raising the same time his voice drops-- “you really do chicken out when it comes to getting chummy with Doc.”

Mitsuhide nearly chokes on his chicken.

Zen’s red all over, like someone pulled him from a boiling pot and put him on a plate. “You don’t know that.”

“Sure I do,” he says, so easy. “Doc told me.”

“She said that?” His skin’s so flushed Mitsuhide’s half afraid he’ll pass out, but instead he just collapses against the ladderback, head buried in his arms. “Shirayuki?” 

“Pretty much.” Obi sighs, hands braced on the table. “I mean, is it so hard to say she looks nice when she dresses up? Or that you like her hair, or--” he stumbles, shaking his head-- “no, not the hair. Too loaded. But you know, one of her floaty little numbers. Her freckles. Something.”

“I have!”

Obi lifts a dubiously narrow eyebrow. “Like when?”

“Ah...” Whatever the answer is, it’s not helping his blood flow problem. Mitsuhide nearly opens his mouth, searching for a good way to make himself a target-- “The Big E.”

Well, there goes that plan.

Obi’s inquisition crumples into confusion. “What? When did you--”

Every word ekes into the air with the utmost resistance. “When she was wearing your hoodie.”

“When she was wearing my--?” Gold eyes round to coins. “Chief.”

For a solid minute, that’s the only reaction-- wide-eyed disbelief, earned from two sides. But Obi coughs, mouth twitching, and it’s a snort, a smirk, and--

And then Obi launches himself away from the table, both hands still gripping the edge as he falls apart utterly. The chair’s back keeps him from putting his head between his knees, but spiritually he’s there, tears tracking down his cheeks as his laughs wheeze out of him

One hand finally slaps the table, like he’s asking for a time out. Zen frowns down at him, red finally fading to a painful pink. “It’s not that funny.”

“It is,” Obi squeaks, and Mitsuhide has to shove his last bite of omelette into his mouth to stifle his own noises. It’s no good-- Zen whips around and gives him the same glare he’s been saving for Obi.

“If you don’t cut it out,” he says loftily, “I’m going to let a freshman stay in your room.”

Well, that brings Obi up. “Fine,” he coughs, voice still ragged from laughing. “But still. My hoodie.”

“The sleeves hung over her hands! It was cute.” Zen huffs, folding his arms over his chest. “Fine, if I’m so bad, why don’t you two show me how it’s done?”

There’s a pause, long and loaded; enough that Mitsuhide glances up from his plate to see just what tomfoolery he should brace himself to break up--

Only to find Zen staring at him.

Intellectually, Mitsuhide is aware that Zen is a Wisteria. He met him through Izana, after all; he’s been over to the manor, he’s even met their prodigal mother on one of her rare stopovers between vacations. But when he thinks of the name, it’s Izana who springs to mind, the gears churning behind his eyes.

It’s not often that Zen reminds him of his brother; Cookie’s always said that Izana takes after their mother with that long and lean model build, while Zen has always been Kain’s child. But now, now--

He sees it, and it sends a shiver right through him.

With a quirk of his lips, Zen says, so like Izana that if he closed his eyes he wouldn’t know any different, “You first, Mitsuhide.”

Obi’s mouth curves into a leer. “Yeah, Big Guy. Show us the skills that got you Ms Kiki.”

This probably isn’t the time to tell them that it wasn’t him who got her; Mitsuhide hadn’t been trying to do anything more than be the friend she needed, to be a person she could confide in, could trust. People like that were thin on the ground for girls like her; heiress tended to make men see dollar signs instead of personality. But Kiki--

Well, she had other ideas. Ones he’d only cottoned onto when she climbed on top of him and shoved him against the couch cushions with her mouth.

“D-Don’t look at me!” he manages, trying to busy himself with anything. But there’s only a plate to be put in the sink, and a pan to be wiped. Not enough to fake a decent amount of responsibility. “I’m not--”

“Aw, c’mon, Big Man. Don’t leave us hanging.” Obi leans back, grin so wide it practically splits his face. “Lemme paint the scene. You’re single, Doc is adorable, and she’s waiting there--” he gestures to Zen, who flutters his eyelashes in precisely the way Shirayuki doesn’t-- “for you to make your move. Go!”

He could point out he’s not single, and that he doesn’t have any plans to change that anytime soon-- but that only ends in one way: a two-pronged mockery with additional ridicule provided by the impending arrival of his better half. He could also point out that of all the people in this room, he’s the only one who hasn’t wanted to date Shirayuki, but-- well, the problems with that one were obvious.

Instead, Mitsuhide takes in a deep breath, learns on the counter, and says, “Why, Shirayuki! You’re looking beautiful this morning. Those shorts really flatter your legs.”

There is a long silence, and then to everlasting embarrassment, they burst out laughing.

“Her shorts?” Zen’s hand is pressed to his chest, like he needs support to keep upright. “That’s all you can think of? Her shorts?”

“Well, Obi said not to do her hair,” he protests. “Complimenting her dress seemed like low hanging fruit. I was trying to be unique.”

Obi doesn’t even bother to remain horizontal, sprawling himself over the long forgotten maps. “So you went for her legs?”

“There’s nothing wrong with legs!”

“Oh, no, of course not,” Zen sputters out in an effort to keep his mouth straight. “Definitely a very neutral place to comment on.”

“Definitely not known for being attached to things like asses.” Obi’s mouth twitches, as much a sign for danger as thunder rolling in the distance. “Or puss--”

“I was not trying to comment on that.” He’d felt bad for Zen earlier, but the sentiment doesn’t seem mutual. “It’s not typical, sure, but Kiki never seems to mind when I compliment--”

“Kiki?” Zen squawks. “Kiki?”

“Well, I think we’re all learning a little too much about Big Guy today,” Obi wheezes. “Mainly that it’s Ms Kiki that chased him, and not the other way around.”

“Yeah.” Zen shakes his head, long and slow and solemn, like a doctor about to give a terminal diagnosis. “No game at all.”

Mitsuhide’s not a competitive man. Sure, he was forward on the ice, the kind of player that got sent to the box before the end of the first half and slid right into the captain spot when it was vacant. Aggression is part of the game, competition laced in every turn of his skate and lift of his stick, but that’s a different situation, a different language--

But it’s that part of him that surges beneath his skin right now, that makes him want to saunter over and put both hands on that rickety, painted wood until it creaks. That makes him want to take a full minute to bend down, showing off every centimeter of his one-ninety plus, and ask real low if either of them has made a girl beg on their cock lately, but--

He puts it in its place. That sort of talk always sounded better en français anyway.

Zen waves his hand, slipping his pamphlets out from under Obi. “Anyway, enough messing around. Are you still making omelettes, Mitsuhide?”

“Ohh, omelettes?” Obi spins to him with wide eyes. “Can I get mine with fancy ham?”

Mitsuhide blinks. “Wait, aren’t you going to do your take?”

“Nah.”

Zen shrugs. “Joke’s over.”

“So I just did that for no reason--?”

“I wouldn’t say no reason,” Zen wheedles. “It was very educational.”

Obi grins. “Mainly about how Big Guy likes legs--”

“Oh,” drawls a voice that makes his body go cold and hot at the same time. When he turns, it’s Kiki leaning against the jamb, a single elegant brow raised, excusing amusement and menace in equal measure. “Am I to take it that the show is over?”

“K-kiki,” he stammers. “How long--?”

“Hm.” She saunters over to the counter, slipping onto a stool with a casual grace that still leaves his mouth dry. “Long enough. I have to admit, I was looking forward to seeing a display of Obi’s fabled moves.”

“Ms Kiki,” Obi simpers, pressing a hand to his chest. “I’d be happy to give you a personal demonstration anytime.”

Both her brows raise. “Did I say I was desperate?”

He’s saved from Obi’s answer by Shirayuki padding into the kitchen, flushed and breathless. “Oh, you were right Kiki! Everyone is already ready. Sorry to make you wait.”

There’s a hesitation in the air, and Mitsuhide can’t figure it out, not until he sees-- she’s wearing shorts.

Shirayuki blinks. “Is something wrong?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Kiki hums, sending him a gaze so wicked it should be illegal outside the bedroom. “Do you have anything to say to her, Mitsuhide?”

“No!” It comes out a little too harsh, a little too loud. “I mean, I, uh...like your sandals!”

“Sandals,” Obi snickers, a sound that’s only covered by Zen’s hushed, “Shut up.”

“Oh!” She blinks down. “Thank you. I got them at Payless. I, um, don’t think they make them in your size.”

“No,” he manages mildly. “I don’t imagine they would.”

“You do look real cute, Doc,” Obi chimes in, slinking out of his seat to circle around her. “Did you dress up for today?”

Zen makes a noise, somewhere between a choke and a gasp, but even with the pink brushing her cheeks, Shirayuki’s too used to his antics to do much more than sigh.

“Of course I did, Obi.” Her fists perch high on her hips, cocked as she talks to him. “It’s the last time we’re all going to be going out together, isn’t it? What could be more special than that?”

Mitsuhide may not be a competitive man, and especially isn’t a malicious one, but when Obi’s jaw goes slack, the tips of his ears darkening just the slightest bit, well-- he does indulge in the slightest bit of schadenfreude.

“Well,” Zen says, a little sharp. “Let’s get going.”

“Aw!” Obi whips around. “What about fancy ham?”

“I don’t think you need--”

“Oh, I haven’t had breakfast either!” Shirayuki adds, eyes wide. “Do we have time?”

Zen hesitates, and then with a sigh, relents. “We’ll stop at Dunkies.”

#obiyuki #akagami no shirayukihime #snow white with the red hair #The Wide Florida Bay #modern au #my fic #ans #mitsuhide gets so few POVs in the fic I can't help but let them get away from me okay #he's a gift #the actual six flags chapters are gonna have rotating POV #and it was just supposed to START with him #but then i was like WHAT IF I INCLUDED THE SCENE FROM BEFORE THE CANON DATE #and now we are here

[curseofaphrodite]

Bestie yes don't start grey's anatomy. I got into it because i love medical shows and i watched some episodes with my mom but don't watch it it's too emotionally draining 😭

Yesss i'm ace and clearly we got the coolest name 😎

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Yes i have a crush but i'm 17 and she's 20 so not happening anytime soon. She's amazing and so interesting and we often have long conversations with my cousin too and really i love being one of her friend. But i'm seeing her soon so i'll tell you about it

I have not one but four cats 🐈‍⬛. I love them so much and i also have chickens but i'm scared of all birds so i don't take care of them, my sister does

My sister LOVES Rick Astley and doesnt understand rickrolls so she was just vibin to the music lmao

Oh no i get it i hate november so much some months are just useless. BUT WE'RE ALMOST IN APRIL STAY STRONG YOU CAN DO IT💖 And if screaming like a banshee helps you then do it

Nooo i'm sure you did great on your exams i believe in you. And if not then it's okay, you did your best and in the course of your life an exam means nothing

WHO IS THIS BOY GIVING YOU TROUBLE I JUST WANNA TALK TO HIM

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I LIKE MEDICAL SHOWS TOO LIKE OMG my fav one is new amsterdam, its so wholesome it makes me cry every single episode CAUSE ITS WRITTEN SO WELL and i identify with max a lot more than i should.

me after i messed up the christmas tree ^

ikrr ace gets DRAGONS LIKE OMG we clearly won.

NOOO i was rooting for them how dare heee. i mean yes for platonic relationships but he sort of raised her hopes didnt he?? thats very much shitty :(( i hope she feels better soon.

oop okay so the sensible thing right now is to do nothing and if you still like her in a year or two; talk to her then <3

FOUR CATS GIVE NAMES. aww i used to have chickens.

until i didnt.

dun dun dun. jkjk they went missing 😭 so yeah both of us should not be trusted with chickens.

lmaoo your sister's so cool. OH GOD YES FUCK NOVEMBER AND MARCH, BOTH ARE USELESS. yes yes we're almost there yayayay!! i did terrible on the exams but I DID NOT FAIL!!! I REPEAT I DIDNT FAIL :D!!

sue him tbh he's not even worth my energy. HOW HAVE YOU BEEENNN

#⏳anon #tea with anons

[crimsonandcloverwrites]

ok Bloom Town Ch11 reaction time

fuck that letter came straight for my throat. (also that final crossed out half a sentence made me think of clexa n now I really want to perish)

dang poor Dani really can’t catch a break huh?

Frex! my beloved

crystal king and chicken friend i really do love him

oof the juxtaposition of the market and simply going about their days and the hangings happening right there whew

Imaginary Jamie like girl I am just a type of mint and you need to get ur shit together

god I need this lil family back together w Dani and Jamie raising and protecting their children asap I miss them. Dani my beloved of course they love you and of course you will find Jamie eventually

aw she reminds him of his daughter ow my heart

holy shit that’s awful poor nellie :( and her mama :(

i love this Dani and Frex alliance so much HELL YEAH BABEY GET THE BAND BACK TOGETHER

I love Dani just making things up for the greater good yes girlboss lie ur way in!

Frex recognising her unpaid labour for the value that it’s worth god he really is the only man

oh Peter sweet boy

wait Rebecca Dani knows Rebecca??? pls let them save her

oh god I love Frex what a genius

aah this is so soft I love this Dani and Bex friendship

dfkfdjfhgkdjf I love this chicken so much what a character

god I want Jamie back almost more than Dani does but I am so stoked at least that she gets to see Owen and Hannah and the kids rn

oh sweet Flora

oh nooo there’s something wrong with Miles

oof Miles poor kiddo

“Where are you? I did it. I collected your pieces.” ouch

wait oh my god Jamie is here?!?!?!?

oh dang

not the leaf :(

Jamie and her readhead having some wholesome arrangement and Dani being all jelly over it is so funny sdkjfhdfkjgh poor Dani

“She’s good, you know?” god I’mma start crying

Ruby... I love her

I looove the calm sweet comforting vibe Hannah has pls Hannah will u listen to my problems too

ouch all this Jamie talk and what she went through as a kid and what she thinks of herself now because of it... my fucking heart I need to go cry a bit brb

god Dani just trying to hold her little family together and help Miles find his way through all this grief and anger is so sweet and heartbreaking

Flora has a kitten ajkdhdfkj oh mygod

the chicken ate a kitten !?!?!?! sweet baby jesus

I love Dani and these kids together so much her heart is so big

Jamie pls come back we miss you

angry miles and the sassy chicken what a pair

aww Dani’s birthday they’re so cute

Frex opening up with this wild little family around! so sweet

oh my god Jamie’s journal. Dani getting to read the letter. ouuuuch

the end of this is approaching way too fast aaaahhhhh I don’t want it to end without Jamie

I’m um. very curious how Dani and Jamie are going to get through all of this when Jamie gets back like Dani is dealing with so much without her rn there has gotta be somethin big brewin

teacher dani teacher dani. i love how in their elements both her and the kids are and then bex and peter as well with something like this to channel their energy into

collecting a lil band of kiddos to teach pls this is so soft my heart is so full

her bloom town bulbs oh my god I am gonna lose it when she plants all her gardens

oh no oh god this market expedition I cant handle the stress of missing children

god this is so sad Dani is trying so hard and struggling so much and she just misses Jamie and my heart can’t take it

a stone...... for Frex........ for protection....... thats SO cute aah

who among us hasn’t imagined outlaw Jamie fuc- *I am forcibly logged off the internet*

nooooooo she’s letting Jamie go I’m too emotional for this

her seeing Jamie in the kids :*) and herself :*******)

the kite and the string thing hello????? I cannot cry any harder and then we get this????????

AT LONG LAST THERE WAS PEACE. I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU TURNED THAT LINE INTO A WEAPON LIKE THIS IS LOVE IT BUT OH MY GOD

what am I supposed to do with my life now that I’ve read this?????????? ah that was so good but I am so full of emotions I will never be whole again

#bloom town #bly manor fic #i am....... devestated that was so fucking good but I need someone to hold me

[shingekicornwrites]

Agricultural Werewolves, pt 1

Fandom/Tags: Hero Academia, alternate universe/werewolves, mentions of past bullying, Counseling, Bakugou Katsuki Faces Consequences, modern fantasy, unreliable narrator, Katsuki is kind of an asshole please don’t take his commentary as my opinion or truth

Pairings: Bakugou Katsuki/Anger Management Counseling, future Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, future Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto

A/N: This is just a fun au full of wholesome farming, but also boys dealing with issues and a whole lot of unhealthy coping mechanisms and attempts to heal. Please enjoy

Not all farmers are werewolves, but many werewolves are farmers. For some reason this fact makes no sense to people who don’t know werewolves. For everyone else it makes perfect sense.

Werewolves have to eat a lot.

As in: the number one drain of money in werewolf houses is filling the cabinets enough to keep all members of the family healthy. Creatures who change shape with regularity, who shift their bodies and have immense strength that burns calories faster than they can blink, have to maintain an intake that allows them to function without their bodies resorting to eating itself. Even werewolves who don’t change all that often, either out of preference or a lack of opportunity, have to eat more than their human peers or suffer symptoms of starvation.  

Hence: werewolves are farmers.

It is infinitely easier to exist outside of poverty when werewolves, congregated into their own communities, make the food themselves instead of buying it all at the nearest grocer. They raise and cut the meats themselves. They grow the appropriate fruits and vegetables that balance their diets. They sell the portions according to their needs as opposed to human needs. It only makes sense that they do things this way.

They control the food market. They have space to run to their hearts content without worrying about bothering human neighbors. They make the rules for their communities with the standards they need, instead of standards written by people who don’t understand how they function. Government approved wolf reserves more often become farmland than anything else.

Werewolves are farmers, and statistically they’re more likely to be happy that way.  

This statistic does not account for Bakugou Katsuki.

At the moment, he is the furthest thing from happy.

“This place smells like shit.”

Normally he’d be cuffed upside the head for that. Instead his mom just looks at him, with that fucking pity in her eyes that hasn’t left in days, and frowns. Katsuki pointedly doesn’t look back and continues staring out the window at the trees and dust being kicked up by the tires.

“That’s the chicken houses. It is pretty rancid,” she says. Acting like she’s not on her way to get rid of her mess and wash her hands of it. “Ah, there’s the gates. Kind of nostalgic.”

The gate marking the Kiyashi Wolf Reserve is flanked by stone wolves howling at the sky in unison. Their car passes them by with no fanfare and Katsuki growls at the town beyond.

It’s as unimpressive as he thought it’d be. A town in the middle of Fuckoff Nowhere, with nothing to its name and a bunch of people who will die there the same nobodies they were born as. All it has to show are a bunch of old ass buildings for tourists and a stupid shrine.  Their car slows down once they pass the gates and Katsuki gets a good, long look at the shitty little storefronts lining the main street. His mom makes some weird noise when she sees them and starts yammering again.

“Oh, I’ve missed this.” She eases up on the gas as the traffic increases, slowing down to turn her head and look at a restaurant that’s filling the car with some kind of greasy meat smell. “That place over there makes the best dango. And there’s this cartilage karaage that’s so delicious—they pile the plate high, too. I forgot how much I missed getting the big portions. City eating just doesn’t give you enough.”

Katsuki huffs, glaring at a group of bumpkin kids who stare at their car as they walk past. “S’at why you left? Got cankles?”

Once again, no cuffing comes. Not even a growl. His mom just frowns with that fucking look again and doesn’t do anything.

“Better business in the bigger towns. Oh my, that store is still there? God, I used to go there every week to blow my paychecks. It looks even nicer than when I left it.”

They pass the shitty little boutique and she smiles at it, taking a left when the main road ends and humming at all the ancient scenery. There’s more old as shit buildings, more little shops and restaurants—more kids staring at their nice car and whispering to each other, which is just fucking great. There’s signs for the local shrine next to fox statues lining the side of the road and Katsuki makes a face at each one as they pass. This whole town looks like it hasn’t had a pulse in decades.

“Do you remember the Midoriyas, hon?” his mom asks as she takes another turn. “They left when you were small, around first grade.”

He thinks back and the memories come to the surface easily. Kindergarten had been spent running around followed by lackeys, catching bugs, making a mess of the local playground, and...huh, right. A face pops back into his mind. Freckles and curls, big green eyes, crying all the goddamn time because he had no spine and didn’t get that he wasn’t wanted around.

“Deku?” the name pops up before he can think too hard about it. Deku. The little snot who yelled too much and probably still wet the bed when he moved away. Useless little Deku.

“That’s not his name,” the hag nags him, jogging him out of the trip through memory lane.

Katsuki scoffs. “It’s what he was.”

“Katsuki,” she starts, finally seeming a little more like herself before she sighs and buries it deep. “Izuku and his mother moved here when they left. Inko’s offered to take you in while you’re here.”

So he’s gonna be under the care of the family with the worlds biggest crybaby? “Great.”

“It is great. You know her, a little. You and Izuku could catch up. Plus, Inko has a little business now. This old ryokan got turned into the local youth hostel, and it’s all under her name now since the old owner retired. It sounds very relaxing. Isn’t that nice?” His mom smiles, like this is actually good news, and it’s disgusting.

“I’m gonna die of boredom,” Katsuki mutters. He looks back out the window and there’s old people with baskets of vegetables just walking next to the road like they want to be hit by a car. Christ this place sucks.

“Don’t say that. This town has a ton of stuff to keep you occupied. You can run around to your hearts content and nothing’ll stop you.”

He lets his head rest against the glass and hopes the vibrations from the shitty road will concuss him. “Wheeee.”

“You’ll like it,” His mom promises. She’d also promised he’d be a winner, and here she is ripping him away from his top school of choice. So he thinks she can take that promise and fucking shove it.

The road gets tinier and the car slows down, with his mom squinting at each building as they pass and muttering under her breath. There are more old people with vegetables and stupid hick kids running around. The car slows to a stop at a break in whatever pathetic excuse for a sidewalk this town has lining its roads, shutting off as the hag smiles at the old ass building next to them.

“There it is,” she breathes.

It looks as shitty as he thought it would. Old, traditional, with weathered wood one good termite away from crumbling and an ancient sign trying to pass for new with a fresh coat of paint slapped on. Small for a ryokan, too, which is probably why it got sold off. There are planters surrounding the front entrance filled with flowers, where a pudgy little figure is hunched over and pulling weeds.

The hag doesn’t hesitate to unbuckle and climb out, shouting over the top of the car. “Inko!”

The pudgy woman turns around and drops the clippers in her hand. Katsuki doesn’t move to get out. He remembers her face. He remembers her taller, presenting snacks and endless bandages for her crybaby son. He remembers seeing her less and less before she was gone altogether. The short, heavy woman he’s looking at how doesn’t resemble her at all. She’s in dirty jeans and flannel, with a handkerchief tied around her head to keep her hair back and rubber boots caked in mud tracking mess all over the walkway.

Damn, Auntie let herself go.

“Mitsuki?” Inko asks, before throwing herself forward to give his mom a running hug. “Oh my—I thought you weren’t due until later!”

“Traffic was a lot lighter than I thought it’d be.” His mom laughs, as if it’s just a stupid social visit and not her dumping her goddamn kid to cover up a mess. “Look at you! You’re radiant! Kiyashi must be treating you well.”

Katsuki resists the urge to double take. His mother is a shit liar.

Inko just smiles. “It’s all the hiking. I had no idea how much fresh air makes you feel better.”

“Oh, I know. I felt like I couldn’t breathe after I left, city air is disgusting.” His mom makes a face. “How are you and the kids doing?”

“Wonderful. Izuku’s out working right now.”

“No foolin? Feels like yesterday he was learning to walk.”

“They grow up so fast.” Inko finally looks over and spots Katsuki slouched in his seat. “Is that Katsuki?”

He growls. She doesn’t even look phased.

“Yep,” his mother nods, then for the first time since this trip started she raises her voice. “Oi! Get out of the car and be sociable!”

He bares his teeth—fuck her, fuck this trip, fuck this stupid hick town—but opens the door. He makes sure to slam it shut. Just because he can. And he wants everyone to know he thinks this whole thing is a pile of shit. Especially the hag, who just glares at him but refuses to yell, even though he knows she wants to.

She always wants to. She always does. This stupid fucking pity game is going to drive him insane, why the hell does she think shutting up is gonna work?

“You’ve gotten so big,” Inko fawns, looking up at him with a big smile. “I bet you barely remember me, huh?”

“He does,” his mother deadpans. There’s a silent threat while Inko isn’t looking to at least greet her, but he responds to that with a sneer that just makes her shake her head. Instead of yelling, once again, she turns her focus to Inko. “Thank you again for this.”

“Oh, it’s no issue at all. The hostel doesn’t just exist for tourism,” Inko deflects. Katsuki looks at the hostel with another critical eye and snorts. Of course it isn’t for tourism. The whole place looks like shit. Tourists who pay for this must be idiots. “Katsuki, dear, I have a room set up for you. It has your name on it so you can go ahead and start loading your things in if you want.”

Finally, an excuse to get out of this. He yanks the car door open and grabs for his first few bags, eager to get away from sight for a few minutes. The women just keep blabbering on about nothing like he’s not even there.

“How’s the boarder?” his mom asks as Katsuki hauls his duffel bag out.

“Oh, he’s doing well. He’s at the shrine now.”

“That’s two working boys, then—“

It’s nothing to load two bags over his shoulders and get away. Leave the biddies to their gossip, he thinks. It’s the only thing they’re good for.

The inside of the hostel is...less shitty. Huh. Maybe that’s how it stayed in business. Katsuki kicks off his shoes and puts on the slippers set out with a scowl, surveying what’s visible past the entryway. The floors are polished wood, the insides done up so that everything looks bright and new. There’s a lounge right next to the entrance that’s been done up to be more teen friendly—a gaming console and a TV, a little fridge with a clear door filled with drinks, and a few bean bag chairs—he bypasses it with a huff and makes his way toward the rooms.

There’s a courtyard. The doors are open, letting him get a good look at the tree and flowers planted to look all pretty. He doesn’t see any people, though.

He passes rooms with no name on them. Empty, empty, empty—how the hell does Auntie keep this place in business? At first it’s nothing. Then it starts getting annoying.

Empty, empty, empty.

Empty.

Empty.

Motherfucker.

He circles the place twice and can’t find anything. No sign. No name. Just empty rooms in a shitty hostel in a shitty hick town and his own shitty breathing because why the hell has he had to carry the bags for this long?

The next time he finds his way back to the lounge he yells in frustration, kicking a chair. He’s about to ditch the bags and run through the place when he turns just a little too quickly and his duffel bag hits someone in the shoulder.

Katsuki bares his teeth before he can think about it. “Oi! Watch it!”

The stranger stumbles back. It’s some hick kid, in a dirty t-shirt and ratty baseball hat. His arms—thicker than expected for someone shorter than Katsuki is, with a fucked up hand that looks like it’s made of scar tissue—are carrying a wooden box filled to the brim with vegetables and paper wrapped packages that smell like blood and raw meat.

“Sorry about that—“ the stranger steadies himself, hefting the box up and stepping back. He’s too busy making sure nothing from the box is falling to even look at the guy he’s apologizing too, the asshole. “Are you lost?”

“No!” Katsuki barks.

“Well, it’s alright if you are, I just—“ the stranger meets Katsuki’s eyes and his own widen. “...wait.”

Katsuki bristles. Then something starts to churn, in his head. The stranger has big green eyes.

Big green eyes, and freckles. Familiar patterns speckled all over his face. Wild curls are attempting to escape out from under the hat, pasted to his forehead from sweat. If the hat wasn’t on it would be the same wild mass of uncontrollable coils that he remembers.

The last time he saw that face was years ago, out the back of a car as it drove away.

“Kacchan?” Deku asks, bigger and thicker and smelling like wolf in a way he definitely didn’t in first grade.

What the fuck?

#My Hero Academia #Boku No Hero Academia #Bakugou Katsuki #Midoriya Izuku #Hero Academia fic #skell writes #agricultural werewolves au

[luckycheesefoodie321]

I WATCHED UMBRELLA ACADEMY S2 (SPOILERS + LONG POST)

I HAVE FEELINGS

IN THE MEANTIME

HERE’S MY NOTES AS I WATCHED

TWO THINGS:

A LUTHER APOLOGY SCENE THANK FREAKING GOD THAT IS LITERALLY ALL I NEEDED FROM YOU ONCE YOU MET UP WITH VANYA AGAIN

AND THAT DIEGO V REGINALD FIGHT???? HELL YEAH... and that asshole even conveyed his utter disappointment in his son without even knowing who Diego is

DID BEN FALL IN LOVE?!?!

That Klaus-Allison reunion was so wholesome

OOOH EVEN DIEGO IS FALLING IN LOVE

The Handler is SLAYING this look

Luther sweetie you need to chill and just move on bro you’re freaking out your brother in law

Ok but Allison the badass

BABY DAVID

That sit-in scene was potent...

But yknow I can see where Ray is coming from but damn...

THE HANDLERS DAUGHTER

WAIT SO THE HANDLER ADOPTED STOLE HER

I dunno if Luther is the best guy to tell Vanya the truth but I just want them to have more talking time

I meaaaannnn he could’ve done worse to you bro. He could’ve really turned on you for screwing up but this isn’t bad.

C’mon STOP BEING MEAN TO VANYA

I’m hoping Lila is gonna switch sides bc she likes Diego but this whole cutesy moment where she’s on his shoulder and sharing her coffee with him and feeding him is hella adorable

Awww nooo Klaus

Awww nooo Allison

THREE YEARS SOBRIETY BABY NOOO

GRACE WAS YEEHAWIAN

OH MY GOSH SISSY MADE THE FIRST MOVE

I love that Allison can’t help but let Klaus in and even covers him with a blanket

WHY ARE WE GETTING HIGH ON NITROUS YALL

Wow this is super depressing wtf

GRACE WAS A SCIENTIST did her consciousness just get transferred or something????

Oooh and she was involved in raising Pogo by too

POGO WENT TO SPACE

OH NO POGO

Wow what a mirror of Luther’s accident

I’m sorry was Reginald Hargreeves more of a father to Pogo than the children he adopted

WAIT WAS THE OLD LADY GRACE FROM S1?!?!?

I adore Ben and Klaus but I gotta know if Ben was in love with someone!

Awww Ben thought Allison was discouraging the drinking but once again ONLY BEN CARESS ABOUT KLAUS’S HEALTH

I see no regrets in Sissy’s eyes we are doing well!!!

BEFORE YOU EVEN KNOW YOUR SON YOURE AN ASSHOLE FATHER WTF

That entire conversation between Five, Luther, Diego and Elliot whole Luther was stuffing his mouth with scrambled eggs was just spilling all the tea on S1... Five calling Luther out on squeezing Vanya unconscious, Diego questioning Luther’s feelings for Allison

Ok yknow what everyone needs to stop being so harsh on Vanya

Especially memory addled Vanya

I love that Diego is just exhausted and frustrated and he does accept her apology gracefully

Oh nooooo someone listen to Diego’s girl troubles!!! They really just swerved the poor guy

THIS UMBRELLA REUNION SCENE DAMNNNNN

SO MANY APOLOGIESS

Five has been through so much man seeing his family die MULTIPLE TIMES

TACOS BABEYYY

Bennnnnnnnnnnn we need more time with Ben yo KLAUS ACKNOWLEDGE HIS PRESENCE ASSHOLE

Oho Diego and Luther are finally gonna talk!!

And Luther learned something

KLAUS CALLING OUT ALL THE BULLSHIT YESSSS

And yknow what Five and Delores were the best couple

MORE DANCING

Ahhhhhhhhh noooo Sissy

Oh no now I feel bad for the Swedes. They just lost their brother.

SWEDISH HELLO?!?!?! This is haunting

I’m mad they didn’t fist bump Diego

OH MY GOSH JILL

WHEN REGINALD SLAMS THE DOOR OPEN AND THEYRE ALL SHOCKED SILENT AFTER BICKERING AND SIT DOWN IMMEDIATELY WITHOUT BEING TOLD HOLY SHIT THEY BECAME CHILDREN AGAIN

Klaus LET THEM KNOW BEN IS THERE GODDAMMIT

Wow Reginald goddamn immediately taking notes on them

Oh my god that little playful oops Vanya you baller

Their panic when she decided to showcase her powers bahahahahah

When Diego stutters after his asshole of a father destroys him

Ahh man they really need to care more about Klaus’s health. And he very clearly said “I’m Ben”

What a shitshow family meeting

Lol Luther dragging Klaus out of the elevator while Ben was waiting awkwardly for him to move

That was a weird humanising moment between two old men

OH NO ELLIOTT

NOOOO CARL KNOWSSS

Ahhhhhh poor Elliott

I’m sorry what was up with the Fudge Nutter??? They fully let Aiden slip the f bomb in there

HOLY SHIT I FORGOT FIVE WAS AN EXPERT ASSASSIN HOLY FUCK

Lol Ben and Klaus basically playing chicken on when Ben can possess him again

WHY IS THIS PLAYING LIKE A HORROR MOVIE

Five has got a lot going on right now like damn

OH MY GOSH BEN BOUTTA LIVE HIS DREAMS

Ben really just got sidetracked by what’s in Klaus’s pants huh

Wow Carl you just had to be like this huh

Awwwww wait hang on that Diego-Ben reunion was so sweet!!!

Oh my goodness that standoff between Vanya and Five???? THE TENSION. makes you wonder how powerful Five could be against Vanya

I AM NOT OK. ALLISON AND RAY THO. BEING INTERRUPTED BY THE SWEDES.

BACKSTREET BOYS?!?!?!

Wow Klaus just vomited up Ben

Ohhhhh man I know we’re not meant to like them but Big Brother Swede killing his brother was really sad

This is a wild time this episode idk what ep this even is I haven’t stopped to check but gotta appreciate Luther quietly soaking in the two Fives and then patting down Aiden!Five with a napkin

Rock n roll Herb!!!

BEN NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

HES AN ALIEN. I KNEW THIS BUT HOLY SHIT

Awwwwwwwwwwwww they all came with!!!!

THE ENTIRE FUCKING COMMISSION HOLY SHIT

HOLY SHIT DIEGO BENDING THEM BULLETS

OH FUCK VANYA DECIMATED BABEY

SHE WAS ONE OF THE KIDS????

Aww Diego and Vanya

THAT HAT

OH SHIT THEY FUCKED UP THE TIMELINE

BEN MY LOVE WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU

#spoilers #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy #tua #umbrella academy s2 #s2 spoilers #the umbrella academy s2 spoilers #live reaction #long post #spoiler post #tua s2 #tua s2 spoilers

[itisannak]

Birthday Twins (Calum Hood Fluff)

Summary: Upon meeting her boyfriend’s family, (Y/N) discovers that his sister and her share more than she could imagine. (Request) (Words: 2k)

"They are going to hate me." I state, mind fixed on the worst-case scenario no matter how hard my roommate is trying to assure me otherwise. "They are not going to hate you. You are the most lovable person ever. Plus, their son seems to be the happiest ever since you got together, so they are going to adore you, like everyone else who has met you. "Ok, but what if they do? I can't go... I'll tell Calum I got sick." I panic and she sighs. "Ok, I know for sure that you are not going to make a good impression if you don't show up. And I know for sure that Calum won't buy it. He stayed here last night until 4 in the morning, when exactly did you get sick?" She asks, looking at me with irony. "In the morning. I really can't go. I will die of anxiety there." I sigh, flopping on the bed. "You will be just fine. His parents aren't monsters, they are normal people. And I think that Calum has already talked to them about how great you are, you beautiful and smart and so fucking talented it hurts." She rolls her eyes at me. "If I didn't know you are with Kaia, I would of think you are having a crush on me based on what you've just said." I joke, punching her shoulder softly. "Well, those were Calum's words. That one time you were both drunk and I had to take care of both of you. He kept on mumbling about you while I helped him to bed. He has already charmed them on your behalf, you just have to go and give them a visual of all the things they've heard. So, please, go. I will have my phone on and ready to calm you through texts... Only in the case of an emergency. Leave, or you'll be late." She pulls me up, shoving me out of the room. She hands me my phone and purse, looking at me with arched eyebrows so I know she is being serious. "Fine. If this goes horrible, it is on you." I threaten her and she chuckles. "But if it goes well, I call dibs on being your firstborn's godmother." She replies, tilting her head to the side. "Oh, we are rushing I see." I raise my hands in surrender. "I said I call dibs." She repeats, opening the door for me.

I park my car on the driveway, taking a moment to calm myself down before I enter the house. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath and trying to reverse all the what-ifs in my head; what if they love me, what if they think I am the greatest, what if they think of me as their son does... I feel my body relax, heart slowing down to normal rates. I got this... I think...

I walk through the little gate in the backyard, knowing that I will find them there; it is such a nice day for Calum to stay in. I am greeted by Duke who runs happily to me, whimpering so I will pet him. Following right behind, Calum smiles brightly, cheeks popping and dimples making their appearances a few inches from his mouth. "You came." He cheers, opening his arms and embracing me to his body. "Almost didn't. Mia convinced me to..." I sigh, wrapping my arms around his body. "Are you nervous?" He asks me, pulling a little back and bringing his thumbs to stroke my cheeks. His cologne still lingers, tickling my nostrils and making me feel at ease. "Shouldn't I?" I ask and he shakes his head in denial. "You really shouldn't. They already adore the air you breathe... They see that you make me happy and I have honestly talked their ears off telling them all about you. Plus, you look so cute in your little floral dress. You will have them wrapped around your finger at hello." He assures me, leaning in for a kiss.

"That must be the infamous (Y/N). It is so good to finally put a face on the legend." Mali cheers, walking towards us. I was expecting my heart to be jumping out of my chest, but she is so calm and soft that I find her aura calming. "That must be me. It is so nice to finally meet you. I have heard so much about you." I am in literal awe of her, Calum talks so greatly of her that I have developed a worship-like admiration for her. "Nice things, I hope." She turns to Calum, eyeing him a little. "All great things, I assure you." I giggle at how Calum tenses back as she scans him. She lets out a chuckle as she walks to me, hugging me softly. "Wanna go meet the rest of the gang? We were all waiting for you..." Mali says, pointing to the table where their parents are sitting; I can see his father craning his neck towards us, waiting for the moment we will walk over. "Sure..." I mumble, breathing in and fixing my posture. Calum gives me a soft smile, taking my hand in his; he tangles our fingers together, squeezing my hand to let me know he is there for me. Instinctively, my head falls to his shoulder, resting there as we walk to the table, both of his parents standing up to greet me the moment we reach it.

"Ah, the lovely (Y/N). We have heard so much about you." Calum's mom is the first to talk. I extend my hand to shake hers, leaving Calum's free. "I have heard so much about you as well. I have to admit, I am so nervous now that I am meeting you in real life." I chatter nervously, making Joy smile sweetly at me. "No reason, love. We don't eat people, do we now?" David asks me, giggling softly. Calum smirks at me, shrugging his shoulders as he tilts his head to the side. "I have been telling you, love." He pulls my chair out for me, prompting me to sit down. "To be honest, he did tell me that... I have just heard so much about you, and I have been admiring you for raising such an amazing man for so long that I really feel like I am meeting legends right now." I explain, fixing my posture. "This is so lovely for you to say. We raised amazing kids, they've turned out amazing." Joy reaches to stroke Mali's hand, bringing a wholesome smile on my face. "Calum has told us you are a musician as well." David turns to me, looking excitedly. "I am a singer, yeah." I smile as Calum serves some food. "Like our Mali." Joy cheers and I nod. "Yes, actually. I also do more indie songs and write my own lyrics, and to be honest, Mali is my number one inspiration." I explain, earning a coo from Mali. "I joke all the time that she is dating me just to meet Mali. I can't even count all the times we've listened to Sorry while in the car." Calum laughs softly; I gasp and turn to him, glaring with my eyes wide open. "Don't out me like that... But yes, I went through huge fangirl phases when Sorry was released." I look at Mali who smiles brightly. "I am so glad you loved it. And to be transparent with you, I've looked you up and I have to admit, you sound like an angel. You are mesmerizing." Mali compliments me, causing my heart to speed up and heat rise to my face.

"How did you two meet?" Joy asks Calum and me, making me smirk and let him do the talking. "I went for a drink at one of the bars she was singing at. I wasn't even paying attention to the stage until I heard her sing and I felt like I was in heaven. And that was it, I just had to go meet her after her set..." "So, imagine my surprise when one of the most iconic bassists and singers of my generation, if not of all time, walked in the backroom to compliment me for my singing. I think I literally gawk at him for a good minute." I complete, placing my hand on top of his. He smiles at me, leaning in to place a kiss on my forehead. "Did you ask her out that night?" David asks him. I giggle, knowing the answer to the question. "No, I chickened out. I didn't even ask her name that night. I walked out of the room and got back to the bar and I remembered I knew nothing about her, other than the fact that her voice sounds like an angel. I went back to ask more about her but she was gone. So I begged the bartender to tell me her name and then found her on Instagram and saw when she was having a show. I went there, 3 hours before the show and saw her during soundcheck. And waited until the minute she got off stage to go talk to her." "I didn't even take 2 steps off the stage when he asked me if I wanted to go grab a bite with him. And obviously, I said yes, and the rest is history." I sigh, smiling at the reminiscence of our early days. "Uh, so lovely. Like a movie." Joy chuckles and I feel my cheeks turn red. "Yeah, mom, you think it is like a movie... I was giving off real creeper vibes." He giggles and I bite my lip, laughing at the remark. "You were the least creepy of all the creepy dudes that had hit on me after a show." I state, stroking my fingers through his locks. "If that isn't true romance, I don't know what it is." Mali teases us. "I forgot to ask you, love. How old are you?" Joy asks. "Mom!" Calum protests. "It's alright, hon. She didn't ask me anything bad." I smile at him, placing my hand on his soothingly. "I am turning 23 in May." I reply. "Oh, we share the same birthday month. When in May?" Mali asks excitedly, pushing Calum back so she can look at me. "On the 19th. When is yours?" I ask, sharing the same excitement as her. "On the 19th as well. Oh God, we are like birthday twins." Mali says cheerfully, eyes sparkling with excitement. "Why didn't you tell me we share birthday with your sister?" I ask Calum who looks just a tiny bit frightened by our reaction. "I didn't make the connection, jeez." He mumbles, making everyone burst out in laughter. "Well, we will have to celebrate our birthday together this year." Mali suggests and I squeal. "Absolutely yes. I don't even mind flying to London for that party." I giggle, clapping my hands excitedly.

(Calum's POV) "It was a lovely meal. Thank you, son." My dad states as we finish off our food. "You are welcome, dad. Anyone want coffee?" I ask, everyone nodding at me. "Let me help." My dad offers, getting up from his chair.

We walk inside the kitchen, leaving the girls to their conversation. I start the coffee maker, taking in the aroma as I stare outside the window, watching the 3 women laugh at something. I smile, relieved that my family seems to adore (Y/N) and seeing her for the amazing person she is. "She is the one, huh?" My father asks, patting my shoulder. "What?" I ask, altering my attention to him. "I asked, she is the one, huh?" He asks again, chuckling at me. "I really think so, dad." I state, scratching the back of my head as I look at my mom, sister, and girlfriend talk, with not a trace of awkwardness. "She is a good woman, son. I know one when I see one." He joins me in staring at the ladies while waiting for the coffee to brew.

My Masterlist

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[incorrectly-quoted-queers]

Ooo Ooo Ooo!!! Shakarian dancing in the rain and saying their first I love yous!!!!!!

I like this lots, especially since my Anya Shepard Femshep is an ex-ballerina. I am so hyped, thank you for the prompt! It’s sooooo cute

It kinda got out of control but oh well!!!

....

The last time she had been on Anhur, it wasn’t a great memory. Her new unit had been sent there to keep an eye on the racial unrest between the Batarians and humans on the planet. She spent half of it stressed and lonely, the other half still mourning the unburied squad on Akuze. 

But fuck, was the planet beautiful. Late night walks across the city gardens, staring up at the stars, were the thing that kept her floating. And the first time she felt an Anhur rain on her skin, Anya found a secluded park bench and cried for the first time since her friends died. 

Then she got transferred to Captain Anderson’s ship and she became the Commander everyone needed her to be. 

While it wasn’t a paradise, Anhur was dear to her heart. And today was supposed to be special, too.

Of course, though, the rain wasn’t exactly agreeing. 

Tucked under a large tree, Anya was cuddled up close to a carapace she knew very well, his arm resting lazily behind her back, her arms crossed over her knees. As the water poured from the skies, masking them under the boughs, it was so heavy and thick, Anya Shepard sighed. 

There went her wholesome date idea. Leaning into Garrus’ shoulder, Anya said, “Sorry that the date’s ruined.” She snorted and threw her arms out, gesturing at the wet landscape around them. If she didn’t laugh, she might’ve been frustrated enough to cry, so that was definitely off the table. “Typical that I try to show off my favorite planet and instead it starts raining.” 

“When has a mission ever gone quite right?” Garrus met her eyes, those bright blue irises of his one of her favorite views in the galaxy. He was doing his smirk thing, where he was being snarky and sarcastic to try to cheer her up. Anya hated it, but it worked every time. He shrugged and chuckled, adding, “Granted, this is a date, not a shoot-off with mercs, but hey...” The Turian cocked his head sideways, looked around like trying to find some silver lining. “At least it’s pretty, underneath all the....wetness.”

Again, Anya found herself snorting out a laugh before bumping his shoulder with hers. “Thanks for pretending this is still a good date.”

Behind her back, his talons grabbed her waist and squeezed. “Every date with you is a good one.”

“Has a single one not ended in disaster?” Rolling her eyes, she did add, “I mean, it’s not mercs this time, but still.” 

Garrus didn’t seem to have an answer for that. He didn’t have to. They were meant to have a romantic little nature walk and to head to her favorite spot and dance in the moonlight. It was embarrassing and cheesy, but finding new places to dance was sort of their... thing now. And she couldn’t even override the bittersweet aftertaste of Anhur without everything going sideways. 

There was something beautiful about this place, that it was somewhere where she fell apart and got her first glimmers of hope back in her life. But Anya brought Garrus here because she wanted to like it even more. 

Instead, they were idiots, hiding under a tree. Frowning into her palm, Anya exhaled before rubbing her neck and asking the obvious, “What are we supposed to do now?”

After a thoughtful, still moment, Garrus stood up and said, “What we came here to do.”

“Garrus, I don’t think this starlight waltz on Anhur is going to work when it’s pouring.” 

“Says you.” She didn’t know what this idiot was up to. She opened her mouth to ask him what the hell he was doing, but he was faster than her. 

And with a swift, gentle grab of her hand, he pulled her up off the ground and into the rain. 

When the lukewarm rain hit her face, Anya squeaked in surprise. “Oh my god!” On instinct, when he launched her up here, her hands grabbed onto his shoulders. But not his talons were on the small of her back, holding her close. Anya couldn’t help but sputter, “You’re insane.” Then, she caressed his cheek with his hand and was the practical one here. Because no matter how cute whimsical rain-dancing was, she knew Turian physiology by now. “You’re going to get a cold.”

“You’re worth it.” He pressed his forehead to hers, a soft, easy gesture that they’d picked up from Turian customs and made their own. For Turians, it was a sign of trust, letting people that close. But for them? It was a promise. 

Garrus pulled her free hand to his own and, using his stupid, handsome smirk to his advantage, said, “Now get to the dancing part, ballerina.”

Even though every bone in her wanted to stay the responsible one, it was in her nature when it came to her team, she couldn’t resist that damned smile of his. Anya took the lead and started twirling them around the soaked courtyard, side-stepping left and right and giggling as her bigger steps made waves of water ripple at their feet. 

Years ago, when they started this dance of theirs, Garrus somehow had three left feet instead of two. Her toes were always getting stepped on and he was so self-conscious. But here, dancing in the rain?

He was no professional, but he was taking her breath away and sweeping her off her feet. But maybe it was because she was laughing so hard she could barely breathe. 

After more dancing than she’d done in years, and the edges of her dress were making miniature rainstorms with each twirl, they collapsed back under the tree.

And if almost on cue, Garrus sniffled. 

With a sigh, Anya wiped his already dripping nose with her sleeve (fuck that jacket anyway) and said, “I told you that you’d get sick.”

Normally, Garrus took sniffling very seriously. Turians weren’t good patients, and even more so hated colds. The one time he caught the flu, Chakwas had to practically restrain him and every three minutes she kept getting texts about him being pissed about isolation, feeling chilly, and how he would kill Grunt for giving it to him. 

It was cute, honestly, especially when she got to torment him about it.

But today, he was still smiling and his talons moved to play with the ends of her hair. Anya’s breath caught in her throat. Garrus shook his head and said, “Did you see you out there, though?” Then his eyes flicked to hers and he looked overwhelmed, in a way she hadn’t seen before. 

Scratch that. She did. The first time he looked at her after thinking she’d been two years. It was like seeing her alive after losing her. “I just want to see you smile like that again. With everything going on...”

Anya scooted closer and nodded. “I know.” She pulled his free talon into her lap and ran her fingers across the creases, the knuckles, until she couldn’t help but twine her hand with his. Though she wasn’t even looking at him, she couldn’t shut up the smile creeping onto her lips. “To think, a Turian was willing to dance in the rain just to make me smile.”

Twirling a large, wet collection of strands around his talon, he said, all smug: “A rare sight indeed. You should feel honored.” 

“Fuck yes I do. You’re shivering.” Anya moved closer, trying to share her body warmth with her stupid, cold, wonderful Turian. But there was more to it, this swelling in her chest she felt before on Anhur, but this time it didn’t hurt. This time, it was a beacon of warmth in the cold autumn rain. 

Before she’d dare to chicken out, because she couldn’t keep fighting this war without telling him, Anya looked up in Garrus’ eyes and admitted, “I love you, you know, Garrus Vakarian.”

His eyes widened a little before he coughed. “I didn’t know. But I like knowing.” She almost started laughing at the thought of him not knowing. Of all things, Anya was pretty sure she’d always been tragically obviously about it. He buried his talon in her hair, though, pulled her face closer to his, and pressed their foreheads together. “I love you, too, Anya Shepard.”

And then they promised the human way, mouths pressed together, too. 

While Anya could spend forever under this tree, basking in the glow of loving someone and being loved, she could feel his chest shiver again under her palm. 

Pulling away, Anya cocked her head towards the city.. “Now let’s get you somewhere warm. If I learned one thing from your bitching on Noveria, it’s that Turians do not like the cold.” Anya stood and pulled Garrus up from the ground. With expressive, waggling eyebrows, she promised, “We can even get you cuddled up in our hotel room with extra blankets and the heater turned up.”

Garrus slung an arm around her shoulder with a contented noise. “Mmm. Now I really love you.”

Raising an eyebrow, Anya peered at him and asked, “Oh? You didn’t really love me before?”

“Can you blame me? Promises of warmth takes romance to a whole new level for a Turian.” 

“Sure it does, big guy.” 

And they walked back to their room, cuddled close, giggling about all their stupid banter, making every little touch and promise that made them smile.

[botslayer]

Top Ten games of the 2010′s

This trend seems to be doing the rounds at the moment and seeing as I’ve been gaming for about as long as I can remember, It just feels right. So, let’s get into it. But first, worth saying: These aren't really in any specific order, it's just the games I've personally had the most fun with overall, but it's pretty hard to decide what the hard numbers on things you enjoy for different reasons are if that makes any sense. 10. The 2010's weren't exactly the best time for anyone, I think. For me they were a slog of finding myself and learning things I wish I didn't. Amid all those things I wanted some levity. The world needs something and stupid. We got a lot of it ion 2013 but I feel like we could have used it scattered around a bit more. In that spirit, allow me to show you one hell of a pick me up:

Saints Row 4

Saints Row 4 does not give a fuck. It is aggressively demonstrating that the entire time you play. It doesn't care in the slightest what you think or why, It just wants to show you cool, if juvenile, and interesting, if weird shit. It's the finer points of Ratchet and Clank's arsenal, SR3's humor, And superpowers that genuinely put Prototype and Infamous in a blender and tell you to go ape shit with them. The soundtrack isn't top shelf, it's the roof of the building the shelf is in. Saints Row Two had a better story overall but SR Four's was just plain fun and a solid enough story to still be invested.

The DLC was just as irreverent and madcap, Featuring everything from an evil Santa Clause to evil Gimps on Game of thrones chairs made of dildos Or Tropey-ass costumes and weapon reskins that I'd be genuinely surprised the game dev didn't get sued over. It has earned its place in my top 10 and I will die by that decision.

9.

2016 saw the advent of a new genre. They blended TF2 and MOBAs, and we got hero shooters in their first AAA forms, Overwatch and Battleborn. But neither of these games is on this list, much as I liked them. Partly because the whole time, I kept thinking of one simple question: "Why do I keep thinking of...?"

Anarchy Reigns

Anarchy Reigns is my favorite Platinum game. Full Stop. The Story mode is interesting and has genuinely good character moments, the characters themselves are completely mental, ranging from a mercenary with a bionic cat leg that secretly has a gun built into it to a giant cyborg bull-man with a jet-powered hammer. The soundtrack is mostly angry hip-hop, making every song a banger and fittingly speedy for things like random bombing runs from jet fighters that come from absolutely nowhere.

There are giant monsters, cars with mounted flame throwers, giant robots, and the online is still pretty sweet because even when abandoned, loading it up with bots still rules. I regularly have more fun with this than I ever did with Overwatch, and I don't care how insane that sounds.

8.

Some games want to make you feel something and fail. Some games make you feel some things accidentally, for example, a desperate need to laugh. This game made me feel like a human blender. Like a Chthonic god of mangled flesh and raw destructive power. Nyarlathotep ain't got nothing on me. I speak, of course, of...

[Prototype] 2

There's no end to the absolute destruction you feel like you're causing in this game. It feels more fluid than the first, the main character is a pinch more relatable, and all the body horror, superpowers, zombie hordes, and big old monsters make for some of the most memorable and fun moments and fights in gaming. The DLC is also pretty solid, adding new fun side challenges, and new powers and weapons that elevate you from "Flesh god" to "Screw physics, I made them" Omnipotent. Best god/monster simulation of all time.

7.

Sometimes some games are at an honest tie in your mind. Be it that you like them for essentially the same reasons, or for completely different reasons, but the overall total joy or entertainment they bring is roughly equivalent. Here, we have a case of the former:

Furi/Cuphead

Both games have a tight focus on giving players a unique, boss-centric challenge, both have interesting, somewhat minimal narratives, and both are absolute eye candy.

Furi has a more "Samurai Jack" Quality to me. A complete badass on a relatively simple quest with a somewhat minimalistic art style learning some things as he goes.

Cuphead on the other hand, nails that rubber hose animation style, and the fun levity of such animations while still making the player's ability to interact with the world damn impactful and fun.

They share a spot in my soul, games I love everything about but will never be able to finish. Hats off to both dev teams.

6.

Now here we have another tie. Mostly because the games are so close together, they need to be evaluated more or less as one product IMO, not enough changed for me to consider them separate games, fortunately, that is the furthest thing from an insult it can be in this situation. I present to you, my next pick(s).

Costume Quest 1/2

Now, This might seem pretty random considering my other picks, but honestly, I love Halloween, I love creative madness, I love subversion, I love good characters, and I love cool action, these games have all these things by the bucketload.

The first game is a wild ride through Halloween in multiple very lively locations and the second, slightly confusing as it is, is pretty awesome for the things it introduces, including time travel. Other elements, like the battle stamps, the truly epic forms of everything in the fights, The ability to customize your costumes, etc. they blur together in a pretty big way, but again, there's not a thing wrong with that when both games rock like crystal candy. 

5.

Now, if you hadn't noticed, all of the games on this list have had some hard action at their core, and while I don't HATE calmer games, a lot of the time, so many are kinda dull to me in that with the exception of easter eggs of some sort, most farming sims, for example, just have you doing normal farm stuff with very few twists, may as well start a real farm in that case. My most chill entry is a game that tosses that to one side, asks you to grab a suck cannon, and start harvesting gelatinous monster poop.

Slime Rancher

While you don't spend a lot of time actually interacting with other characters, they just talk at you, the story of the game is pretty effective, the player character of Beatrix has left Earth for a simpler life of Slime Ranching, which entails the raising of alien crops, delightfully derpy and colorful chickens, and going all around in an attempt to farm new breeds of slime for their genetic material to sell off or trade-in for the creation of gadgets while being surrounded by a cast of interesting characters. It's all very wholesome family fun.

The game looks great, has great ideas, and is genuinely the best farming game I have ever played. @ me all you want.

4.

The 80's are almost fetishized nowadays. Given all the property reboots, games that go for the vibe and aesthetic of the time, etc. It almost seems as though the eighties vibe train ain't gonna stop rolling any time soon. But we owe it to ourselves to remember the first big swipe of madcap neon-colored actiony B-movie bullshit and how mind-meltingly epic it was. Ladies, Gents, and whatever else, I present:

Far Cry 3: Blood Dragon

Blood Dragon's story is relatively simple, you play Sargent Rex "Power" Colt (A name said in full so many times I thought his last name was "Powercolt" for the longest time), a former "Omega force" cyborg. Rex and his friend "Spider" were sent into a secret island base to investigate the supposed defection and treachery of their old commander, Ike Sloan. It turns out he has gone rogue and taken an army of "Mark 5" Omegaforce cyber-soldiers with him. What follows is a long story of betrayal, science fiction of the highest nonsensical level, comedy, and brilliantly cathartic action.

The collectibles range from data on animals, to research notes from a scientist, to literal VHS cassette tapes that have full descriptions of movies that I would legitimately watch if I could. "You may now kill the brides" is not a real film and I am angry for every day that that is true. Anyway, play Far Cry 3: Blood Dragon, I dunno if it's on PS4 but it's one game I'd buy a new/old console for.

3.

A lot of superhero games NEED to railroad you. Your goals MUST be to save the lives of the people and help the weak and all that. But one dev asked the simple question: "What if it didn't?" "What if the player chose how to use their power? What if the player could be as evil or as good as they damn well pleased?" One game gave you the powers of thunder and lightning and asked what you'd do with it. It's sequel asked you the same, but against more... interesting forces.

InFamous 2

InFamous 2 is a game about making choices, just like the first one, also just like the first one, it can have an effect on gameplay. That effect went from "What does this particular power do in this allignment?" To "Which new set of NEW powers would you like?" The forces of the last game went from “Three flavors of gun-toting whackos” To “Possibly an allegory for the Klan, Swamp monsters, and Ice-powered super soldiers.”

This was, and still is, the best game in the whole series, The powers felt distinct from anything else and still do, the story is solid as a rock, and the enemy types were still varied enough to be interesting, I miss the Reapers from the first game, but that's about it. Everything else was a massive step up. If you have something that can run it, play it.

2.

Action is something I think we can all appreciate on some level. We can understand when it does or does not work, we can understand when we do or do not like how it feels when we are the ones partaking in it. EX: Any schlep can tell you when the weapons in your game lack impact, or when your character moves too slow for the game to be fun. The following game is something I can't say anything of the sort about. And it's kind of like Wolfenstein, when you have enemies this bad, who the hell cares how many you kill?

Doom 2016

Y'all are lying if you say you didn't expect this one. It's DOOM 2016. This game is made of hate and fuck. AND I LOVE IT. You move so fast, you may as well be half cheetah and half sports car. You slaughter the dregs of hell by the dozens and even the biggest, baddest things this game throws at you can be beaten with the starting pistol if you have the stones for it. It looks amazing graphically, the demons all look appropriately threatening, and even the Multiplayer is a great deal of fun in my book.

Something worth noting: The story presented by default is pretty barebones, but that's where supplementary material fills in the gaps, the difference between supplementary material in most games and supplementary material here is the material is till IN THE GAME. You're free to ignore most of the plot as it happens around you, and even interesting tidbits of the lore like how certain demons function. Not only are these things missable collectibles, prompting continued play to find them, they are also pretty interesting reads. So yeah, just about everything you could want in a sequel/remake, builds the on lore and gameplay very organically. 

1.

And here we are, the last game I'd put in this category. An entire decade, and here, we end on the last game that left such an impact I'd put it in my top ten. But first, let's talk about expectations and delivery: When you say a game is coming out, there are certain expectations you have for gameplay, EX: I say "Ratchet and Clank" and you expect a TPS with platforming elements and crazy guns. I say "Gears of War" and people expect something to do with lumbering about in big armor, dismembering things with a chainsaw gun and otherwise shooting them to paste. We might also expect changes to things, better graphics, innovations in grenade variety, something as that franchise goes on.

After the last game in this series was released, there were tons of people who felt let down and disappointed by it. Then they released the still somewhat disappointing special edition of it. They were both still fun, but neither really felt like the full next step in the series. After a failed reboot, they returned to the original story and the lot of us rejoiced. And when it finally came out? It was a step up in most, if not, all regards, to its predecessors. You know what this last one is. Please, give a warm round of applause to:

Devil May Cry 5

A game that was not only a return to form, but a major escalation in gameplay for one character, and a new style of gameplay all together by way of yet another new character. It didn’t exactly hurt that the story kicked ten kinds of ass and that the game looked spectacular in both the design of everything and the actual graphical fidelity.DMC 5 is, like DOOM, Like InFamous 2, Like [PROTOTYPE] 2, everything you want in a good sequel. It built very well on already solid foundations and it was generally just a fun, slightly goofy, massively stylish, and ultra badass ride. I recommend this, and all these games, to anyone.Good night everyone, have a great 2020. And the rest of the decade, for that matter. 

#Prototype 2 #James Heller #Devil May Cry 5 #V #Dante #Virgil #Nero #Slime Rancher #Beatrix #InFamous 2 #Cole Macgrath #Doom 2016 #Doom Slayer #Rex Power Colt #Far Cry 3: Blood Dragon #Costume Quest #Anarchy Reigns #Furi #Cuphead #Saints Row 4 #Happy New Year #2020 #2010's #best games #of the decade

[viperbranium]

The boy’s hand is firm when he shakes Steve’s.

He smiles and meets Steve’s eyes as they greet, seemingly not one tiny bit intimidated by his Captain Americanness. Not that Steve would want him to be, but considering how most introductions tonight have gone, he’s sort of come to expect the stuttering and the shaky hands and deer-in-the-headlights stares.

But the boy’s smile is polite and easy, his whole demeanor, despite his young age, chill and confident. Something in those winter storm-blue eyes, in fact, is making Steve feel like this is some sort of challenge.

He introduces himself as Bucky, personal assistant to one of Tony’s business acquaintances--Steve can’t even remember the guy’s name. Graham, maybe?--, and he’s not actually a boy, but he definitely looks like he’s on the young side. Early twenties, maybe, but he’s not drinking anything, so there’s nothing to clue Steve in. Too young to be here in any case.

He’s almost as tall as Steve, and he’s got the kind of lithe figure that’s perfectly balanced between grace and strength. The black suit he’s wearing isn’t particularly fancy, but the way it hugs his body in all the right places more than makes up for it. His long, dark hair is slicked back, and he’s got a jawline that could cut diamonds.

He’s absolutely fucking gorgeous.

Steve spends the entire 15 minutes Tony and him stay talking to Bucky and his boss trying not to stare at the guy too much. It shouldn’t be this hard. Not when Steve barely even knows him and the kid might as well be 10 years younger than Steve himself. And yet Steve’s finding it impossibly difficult to focus on anything but him.

Every now and then, usually when his boss is trying to participate in the conversation and Tony’s preoccupied with roasting him, Bucky’s eyes drift back to Steve’s and he shoots him a quick smirk.

Steve still feels like he’s being dared, but to what exactly, he’s not sure.

x

The next time he sees Bucky is later that night. He’d been trying to find some empty room, needing a breather, only to walk around a corner and find Bucky with his head thrown back in pleasure and his boss’ hand down his pants.

Steve completely freezes, and for a few moments, instead of bolting, just stands there staring at them like a creep, his body a whirlwind of emotions all of a sudden: Shame. Reluctant curiosity. Protectiveness--the guy could be Bucky’s father, christ--. Anger. Want.

Maybe-Graham’s got Bucky shoved against a wall and is busy mouthing at the kid’s throat, back turned to Steve, but Bucky’s eyes fall right on Steve.

Rather than let Steve’s presence discourage him though, his moans only seem to get louder. He looks at Steve straight in the eye and smirks, letting out another lewd sound as he does, entirely on purpose, and oh, there’s that challenge again. That fierce, impish glint in his eye. Steve swallows around the lump in his throat and licks his lips unconsciously, and that makes Bucky’s smile wider.

A few moments later he’s coming, letting his head fall back against the wall with a thump and wrapping his arms around the other man’s shoulder for support as his whole body spasms. The picture he makes will haunt Steve’s dreams forever.

x

“Saw something you liked?” Bucky asks, stepping out into the balcony and coming to stand next to Steve. He looks sinfully disheveled, and Steve can’t help the way it does things to him. It’s been… god, it’s been too long.

“Maybe,” he says. It’s a fucking understatement and they both know it. “You’re dating your boss? Isn’t he a bit… too old for you?”

Bucky snorts. “It’s not dating, it’s work.” Steve shoots him a questioning look, so he elaborates. “I’m an escort. He paid me to come with him.”

“He… oh,” Steve says like an idiot. He can feel the blush creeping up his neck, and mentally curses at his irish complexion. “Um, I don’t--I didn’t know you were… Why?”

Bucky shrugs. “Life ain’t cheap. Can’t get a proper job til I’m done with college, and this pays the bills,” he says, then bumps his shoulder into Steve’s playfully. “Not something Captain America would approve, huh?”

Steve thinks back to the forties. To the men that’d frequent the docks searching for a very specific kind of fun, and to the couple times he couldn’t make ends meet and rent was due soon.

“You’d be surprised,” he tells him.

Bucky quirks an eyebrow at him, but doesn’t ask further. “So?” he asks after a moment.

“So, what?” Steve says like he can’t see exactly where the kid is going.

“So, is there anything you’d like from me? I bet world-saving is hella stressful,” he all but purrs, tone dropping. “I could help you relax…” He sprawls back against the railing as he speaks, a gesture that seems casual and only accidentally enticing, but that Steve is sure is fully conscious, designed to lure him in.

It damn near works. This kid is so stunning it’s dangerous.

“N-No, I…” he tries. “You’re a kid!”

“I’m 22,” he says, and waves a hand like it’s not big deal. Jesus. “And most people get off on that, actually.” Steve’s saved from having to come up with a reply to that by Bucky’s phone going off. “Gotta go,” Bucky tells him, glancing at the screen. “Duty calls. But here--”

He pulls out his wallet and digs out a white card with nothing but a phone number on it. He hands it to Steve.

“Call me,” he says, winking at him. “And I’ll show you a few fun things about the future.”

And with that, he’s gone.

Steve stands there awkwardly for 10 minutes before he manages to process what just happened and can move again. He looks down at the card he’s still holding, runs his thumb over the digits, blushes a bit more… and pockets it.

x

He almost calls Bucky about a dozen times.

He ends up chickening out every single one of them.

x

Steve will never admit that the reason he’s been accepting more of Pepper’s invitations to galas and events is that he lowkey hopes he’ll see Bucky again. Out loud anyway. No point denying it to himself.

On the fourth one, he gets lucky.

“Bucky,” he breathes out through a smile when he spots the kid walking up to him, surprised to see him even when he’d been looking for him, and also suddenly nervous. “Hi!”

The kid seems pleased that he remembers him. “Hey,” he says, smiling that million-dollar smile of his that makes Steve want to throw caution to the wind and make a mess out of his perfectly smoothed-out clothes. “Nice to see you here, these things can get pretty boring.”

Steve’s brow furrows. “You here alone? I didn’t think Tony would invite Graham again.”

“Nah, he didn’t,” Bucky replies. “Came with someone else. He told me to mingle. He likes watching me talk and flirt with other people from across the room.” He smirks, and it makes Steve’s mouth go dry. “He’ll probably lose his shit if he sees me talking to you, I’m gonna have to tell him I prefer him over Captain America. He’s gonna have the orgasm of his life.”

“Do you?” Steve can’t stop himself from asking.

Bucky eyes him for a moment before replying. “I prefer people who pay me,” he says pointedly. Steve goes to open his mouth, but Bucky cuts him off. “But if the both of you paid… I’d very much prefer you,” he finishes, letting his eyes trail down Steve’s body and back up again.

Bucky bites his lip, teasing, and Steve huffs out a shaky breath.

“I could,” he tells the kid, because he knows he’s being dared, and Steve’s never seen a cliff that scared him too much to take the leap. “Pay you. I could hire you.”

Bucky’s smile gets wider at that. “A wholesome boy such as you?” he teases. “No, you can’t. You wouldn’t.”

As if to prove his point he takes a step further into Steve’s space, raises his hand to Steve’s face, and tips his chin up. His lips are slightly parted, and he’s staring right into Steve’s eyes. It's the unmistakable prelude to a kiss. Steve’s pulse is hammering in his ears, and he’s excited and terrified and thrilled and oh god, they’re in the middle of a ballroom, and--

Bucky leans in the tiniest bit, and Steve can’t help but take a small step back.

It’s nerves. Instinct. A reflex reaction, born out of a lifetime of battles and lack of habit or romantic interactions. It’s Bucky moving too fast and Steve wanting this too desperately. It’s most definitely not out of concern over people seeing them, but that’s how Bucky takes it anyway. He straightens up, never really having intended to kiss Steve, and grins like he’s won some competition. “See? Told ya. Captain America wouldn’t let himself be seen around the likes of me.”

That smug smile is still plastered on his face, but Steve could swear there’s a hint of disappointment in Bucky’s eyes.

“That’s not--” he tries to protest, but Bucky takes a quick look at his phone and is already moving to walk away from him.

“Sorry, gotta bolt,” he tells him. He raises his hand to his forehead to salute at Steve, and then turns to leave as he finishes, “Nice to see you, Steve.”

x

Steve definitely plans to call Bucky after that, but pesky supervillians seem to have other plans for him.

x

“I’m gonna start thinking you’re following me.”

Steve turns so quickly when he hears the words he almost bumps right into Bucky. Bucky chuckles softly and raises his palms up, like he’s shielding himself from Steve.

“Maybe it’s you who’s following me,” Steve retorts, smiling at him.

“Dammit. You got me,” Bucky says. “How about I treat you to a drink as an apology?” He asks, gesturing towards the bar and leading the way.

Steve laughs. “There’s an open bar, jerk,” he tell him, but follows Bucky anyway as he saunters away.

“Did you come with someone, or…?” Steve asks after the second drink.

It’s none of his business, really, and Steve’s not sure he even wants to know. But the previous times Bucky’d barely stuck around for 10 minutes before needing to go meet his client, so when time passes and Bucky makes no move to leave, he can’t help but wonder. Not that Steve minds him staying. Not in the least.

“Miss Potts sent me an invite,” Bucky says, smiling smugly at Steve. “They seem to be under the impression that you enjoy my company.”

“I do enjoy your company,” Steve tells him right away, tone earnest.

Bucky waves his hand in a whatever sort of gesture. “How would I know? You don’t seem interested in enjoying it fully.”

Steve doesn’t reply.

He eyes Bucky for a good two minutes, his gaze heavy, until Bucky starts to shuffle a bit on his feet.

“It’s--” Bucky starts saying, but then Steve’s pushing him past the bar and around the nearest corner, and pinning him to the wall.

“You think I’m not interested?” Steve asks incredulously. “Have you looked at yourself?” Bucky seems to have been stunned into silence, his mouth slightly agape with surprise, and it’s too big a temptation to pass up. Steve goes on, “Here, allow me to demonstrate just how fucking interested I am.” And he leans in to kiss Bucky’s lips.

They don’t close their eyes as they kiss. Steve claims Bucky’s mouth staring right into those stormy blue eyes, meeting his challenge, and Bucky’s wide-eyed expression tells Steve that he hasn’t missed how, half-hidden from the other guests or not, they’re still very much in public.

That Captain America is making out with a male escort in public.

The kiss is bruising, bordering on angry, and when Steve pulls back Bucky’s out of breath, but he still doesn’t wait until he’s recovered to take a step further and draw Steve back in by the lapels of his suit.

“Hire me for the night,” he breathes out right against Steve’s lips.

Steve nods curtly. “Spend the night with me, Buck.”

Bucky just kisses him again in agreement.

Part 1, maybe? :D

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