#he’s so ugly and creepy that he circles back to being adorable

[hisnamewasphil]

I love this blobby little freak

#fullmetal alchemist #fma gluttony #alphonse elric #shao may #he’s so ugly and creepy that he circles back to being adorable #can and will be demanding to adopt him from father

[miraculosus]

Fandom Response to Miraculous Ladybug 514 “Derision”

Reception of the episode “Derision” upon airing appears mostly positive. That means it won’t create a dramatic rift as some of those who saw the leaks had feared, and the status quo of the fandom seems more or less undisturbed on the surface. Perhaps it pumps a bit more gas into the righteousness tanks of some and sours opinions of Kim (but those who really cared about him were few to begin with). Most are integrating the new information into their understanding of the characters, which may be a bad thing if you don’t like this new information and prefer to stick to “earlier versions” of them.

My own personal feelings on the matter are neither here nor there because the discourse is the main course. I’ve written three mock-reviews based on all the posts I’ve seen: positive, negative, and mixed. Let’s go!

Positive

What an enlightening look into Marinette’s past. My poor baby girl! I love her so much, and it hurt my heart to see how much she suffered in the past. This was a deeply moving and impactful depiction of the horrors and effects of school bullying, and even the systemic inadequacy of the adults response was realistic. Some parts hit a little too close to home, haha! It recontextualizes so many of Marinette’s past behaviors big and small all the way back to Origins in an amazing way. Her view of Chat Noir in season 1! Her reaction to Adrien in Puppeteer 2?! So many dots are connecting I’m going crazy! How can people say these writers aren’t good at long complex plots and foreshadowing? I’m eating this up!

Adrien’s responses really blew me away. I’ve always wanted to see him stand up and fight like that, and for it to be out of protectiveness for Marinette? So romantic! I love when a character is so devoted that they’ll go murder-mode instantly on anyone who tries to hurt their beloved. This dark side of Adrien is awesome! Seeing him finally cut off Chloe once and for all was super satisfying too. And in the end, he was just so patient and understanding of Marinette. That’s true love! Who could ask for a better boyfriend?

Socqueline was super cool, and it’s adorable how Marinette got her pigtails from her. That makes Socqueline dressing up as Ladybug such a sweet full circle moment!

This episode added a lot of depth to both Marinette and Adrien, and showed great development for Adrinette. They are so cute, and things are only getting better for them!

Negative

It’s glaringly obvious that this episode was a late-stage retcon created predominantly out of spite, and boy is it ugly. Somehow, they managed to ruin every character.

With Marinette, they try to prove her haters wrong and make us feel bad for her by showing her past actions were due to trauma, but all this does is tell us those things we laughed about as comedic cartoon exaggeration like her Adrien calendar, obsessive celebrity research, keeping his hair as a souvenir, sneaking into his house and sniffing his pillow, stuff like that… was actually genuinely problematic, creepy, and bad. Then they say don’t blame her for it, blame Chloe!

Could they leave Chloe out of it for once? I’m so sick and tired of the weird vendetta the writers seem to have against Chloe and her fans. They made her sympathetic by giving her that backstory and those genuine moments, now they punish us for not buying wholesale that this 14-year-old abused child who was never equipped to learn to be a decent person, is the root of all evil? We get it! Shes fucking sociopathic and malicious from womb to tomb! She’s worse than Gabriel ShadowHawkMothNarc Righteously-Enslaves-His-Son Agreste! I can accept the show will never give her a redemption arc, but this is exhausting. Love or hate Chloe, wouldn’t we all be better off if they just left her alone and wrote her out already? Every Chloe focus episode gets worse and worse.

Moving on, now they’ll make everyone hate Kim which was completely unwarranted. He already had his background arc from being a bumbling insensitive twat to a lovable goofy himbo. He may have been worse last year, but he denounced Chloe already after Dark Cupid. Plus, Kim and Marinette always got along just fine! Don’t try and tell me her trauma with him was just repressed until now? Kim was a great and fun side character that subverted the bully jock trope, and they had to go and ruin that for cheap points.

Adrien already had realistic and compelling character flaws they now refuse to address, instead going with the edgy murderous rage angle that completely goes against his whole established character and should have been left behind in bad OOC gender-roley fanfiction. Of course the Adrien Salters will never let this go, and then there are the Stans who think this glaring red flag is romantic. I get that some like the violently overprotective boyfriend trope, the guy who abandons principles of human decency out of passion and love, and takes care of all the girl’s emotional needs so she never needs to worry about anything, but it came out of nowhere. That’s not the kind of character or romance that made me like this show.

Finally, we have to mention how horrifically incompetent literally every adult looks here. Tom and Sabine didn’t do anything about Marinette’s suffering at school for years. Neither did any of the teachers or the Principal. They’re all rotten!

An utterly unnecessary and trash episode that proves the writers completely lost the plot and devolved into petty vengeance against insatiable fans they never should have paid any mind.

Mixed

School bullying can absolutely be traumatic and its effects should be taken seriously, and this backstory for Marinette does flesh out her character in some interesting ways. However, this episode or any involving Marinette’s past would work better earlier in the series. When placed this late, it can seem more like a response to a certain sect of Marinette critics in the fandom, which diminishes its value as part of the story. With all the other high-stakes plot left hanging, another one about the mean girl doesn’t feel like the most effective use of airtime. Moreover, a different one-off character (Gorgeous Nathan from the Gym Club, anyone? Or maybe one of the others shown in last year’s picture from Reflekta) would have worked fine in Kim’s role in the episode, and wouldn’t create the continuity issues that using Kim here does. But the contrast between his apology and promise to change and Chloe’s refusal and doubling down worked for the lesson.

There wasn’t buildup to Socqueline having such a major role in Marinette’s past, so that makes it feel shoehorned in as well.

Many apparent inconsistencies can be explained though. Marinette’s hang up is not about falling in love but about confessing and saying “I love you”. Luka never asked that of her. At first, Chat Noir was not a viable option because she could never know him the way she told herself she had to, but later, she realized she truly knew him through all the trials they endured together. But Adrien is a uniquely difficult target because he was friends with Chloe. The circumstances of their meeting was enough to sow seeds of doubt that were difficult to shake deep down. Marinette gave her all, but things kept going wrong. Now that she finally knows why, she and Adrien can work through it together. He already knows she loves him and will patiently accept whatever affection she’s able to express, so it’s not the end of the world.

As for Adrien’s violent outburst, as far as he knows, Monarch is still in ok condition. So he may believe on some level that cataclysm is not an instant kill but something rather less severe than that. He did lose control of his emotions for a moment, but it’s good for a character to have such flaws, especially one like Adrien who has repressed his negative emotions to be a “perfect son” in the past. His anger management issue and impulsivity could be building to something truly dramatic. It could be something that gets addressed in his character arc.

So there are things that bothered me about this episode, and it does seem to have been inserted fairly late, but overall it was alright and not nearly as awful as the reactions to the leaks made it seem.

#ml derision #ml spoilers #ml meta #ml meta meta #lol

[silentxxsoul]

The 'this fandom is undefeated and Tim owes us all royalties' reaction dump:

I'm not kidding the way this fandom can sus out what they do and the amount of times they pull from us...Tim have your people reach out for a place to send my check 🥰

This, much like every week during football season is going to be a literal mess as I divide my attention once again. I feel like the Burnie meme, tbh - but it's not my fault the Chiefs play tonight and like its RAIDERS WEEK so what am I supposed to do here?

((pretend I have a modicum of an attention span))

Also: quick predictions to get out of my head:

The bike scene is going to end on a cliffy - we won't actually know if Buck gets squished until next week [if true sedate me fam]

Hen is going to be doing a lot of work to try and set up retaking her exam and/or pushing on to next year with the added caveat that she has to retake the course she failed. Can she do this? No idea, I do corporate/adminy things so...

We get a Hen/Denny moment

The lie Eddie catches Denny in is going to be relatively tame - I'm thinking like lying to miss school because of an assignment he forgot or he broke something relatively expensive and doesn't want his dad to panic.

Alternatively he lies to protect his dad - like he gets in trouble at school because someone makes a bad comment that relates to his dad (racist, possibly homophobic if they make inference about Buck being involved...) and lies about either his involvement or what it was really over. Or even if he's being bullied and doesn't want his dad to get upset like with Ana.

Eddie and Hen/Karen/Both bonding over parenting; or even bonding with Bobby and Athena over parenting

Low key I'm about to go back to streaming on Hulu if only to stop seeing Derek Schmidt's ugly, lying, racist, misogynistic, homophobic, transphobic ass face on my TV

The ranger narrating is kinda funny, kinda creepy ngl

I REFUSE to believe that is possible I mean - the CGI on that vaulting back over ???? Babes. Baaaaaaaaaabes.

Captain Hen again ahhhh ♥♥♥

Pls don't lose another one pls pls pls

Bro you can't hit on her right now oh my godddd 🤣 It's giving B99 'Number 5 killed my brother' vibes lmao

BUCKLEY SIBLING MOMENT ON MY SCREEN YES

no no nanny buck could be good

Actually please someone fic that

Skipping science club? The kid who loves science? uh oh

BOBBY CALLING HEN CAP I CAN'T

WAIT NO HEN IT'S A TRAP

RUN

Karen snitched so fast, I love her

Bobby knowing she needs to recharge but knowing she'll never take it willingly

"Just say no" - oh that's gonna be a recurring theme I can feel it

Ok they're adorable

Mr. Fixer is gonna want to do whatever he can regardless of how it actually affect him, isn't he?

Eddie is two seconds from panicking over his kid growing up naturally he needs to deflect to a despondent Buck and boy does his husband need a hug rn

Also can we talk about how easily he believed that Chris would go to Buck over him i mean they're so relationship shaped ?????

Well, this is the drunk driver call and we know that later Buck is fine at Hen's house - so unless that was a dream--

WAIT

THE COMA THING

COULD HEN BE A COMA THING ????????/

--also that fucking bone out of his face I'm gonna vomit--

The song choice oh my god yesssss

Chim put your belt on you are making me so freaking nervous

Buck, babe I can't believe that worked either

"straight to jail"

Kick of timeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

look at my lil Bobby Witt jr banging the drum 🥰

OBLIGATORY FUCK THE RAIDERS

It's been :45 seconds and there's already a flag for a chop block. I have a feeling this is going to be a looooong game

If we don't get Buck reflecting on almost getting creamed by the car I'm going to be very upset. Which, isn't unusual for this show but still.

Eddie and his dad having a productive conversation? That is self deprecating in the right ways?!!!!!??!?!?!? IN THIS ECONOMY ?

with words of WISDOM TOO

Why are Buck's arms so biiiiiiiiig in that shirt I mean

Bro, does he ever 💀

he's giving Buck a sweet out, and honestly I'm glad they circled back because yea it was an odd way to ask him to father their child but at the same time having someone from his past call him a good person? That has so, so much weight!!

Buck always talks about his upgrades but he forgets he was always a good person. It isn't like he just started being a good guy with Abby, but a lot of the time I feel like the character does think that, when in reality there were small things about himself he had to refine (thank you Dr. Copeland) but none of those made him inherently bad. It speaks to his self esteem issues and idk if they're going to really give enough attention to how weighty that should have been for Buck.

Ok this next call is going to be so rough for me idk if I can watch this

Yall it was like 4th and 3 on the opposite 30 and you Adams torch you for a TD ???

At first I wasn't too sure about the new dispatcher (I blame Jonah) but I wonder if he's going to fill May's role while we get to watch her explore college life. Honestly I'd love that for them

God this must be so hard for Maddie to listen too

THE COP JUMP SCARED ME HOLY FUCK

ooooooooooohhhh the Hen/Buck scene is coming yessss

Is that a little Lizzo I hear okay, alright I see you

What a way to break into that lmao

"Donor not dad" 😔😭

Patty pls keep feeding Kelce

I'm gonna need yall to drop all the happy Dad!Buck fics ASAP pls and thank you

I really need a Buck-Eddie convo stat like I'm not asking Tim

WILL SOMEONE TEACH MAHOMES HOW TO SLIDE JFC 😂

The obvious PI goes uncalled, shocker

Wait the dog was THIS episode

Buck passed out at her table

"Are you two drunk?"

"Absolutely"

PLS I CANNOT WITH HIM

If by protective custody you mean the firehouse, I approve

"You did math in your HEAD..."

Oh no the Diaz boys are fighting no I don't like this

Honestly big props to Eddie for realizing the conversation was veering into unproductive territory and realizing he needed to take a step back and regroup before getting on the same level as Christopher by sitting in front of him to continue the discussion. Also meeting in the middle and compromising instead of just punishing, and understanding what Chris needed in that moment versus what Eddie was taught growing up.

Hey Chiefs defense I'm gonna need yall to get a stop here please and thank you

If we don't get a Buck-Eddie or a Buck-Maddie scene talking over this sperm donor dilemma I'm going to have to do a fix it fic, I stg

A practical exam ??? Ooooooooohhhhhh shit. Is this going to be going on while she's saving Karen and Denny at the lab? It is, isn't it.

Please don't, please let her fucking nail this

HE KEPT THE DOG

HE KEPT THE DOGGGGGGGGGGG

He's going to do it, isn't he? And it's gonna hit a road block with the Daniel stuff, isn't it?

If not I want this to parlay into Buck having an awakening of wanting a fam and Eddie pointing out he has a fam and like maybe a husband already idk

JFC The Chiefs are playing like their 2009 selves tonight and this is not the vibe

Anyway now I gotta go make a fucking fix it because we got no maddie or eddie insight and like, those are two of the most important people in his life and I refuse to believe he didn't talk to them about what was going on in his head at that time

10/10 loved it tho, so ya know. This season has been phenomenal so far ahhhhhhhhhhhh

#911 fox #911 spoilers #911 fox spoilers #this is a literal mess and im so sorry if anyone actually clicks into it #whoopsie

[kureis-writing-hell]

Haircut

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I think here the real action starts. Next chater will introduce our sexy antagonist!

A series in which Chisaki Kai goes through therapy!

A month has passed. Second month of his sentence, first month of his… therapy. Ew. Thirty hours spent with Nao. Thirty hours and he still didn’t feel like he was any closer to leaving this wretched place. It was annoying, frustrating. Maddening even.

“Why here?” Chisaki looked at Nao, who just entered the meeting room. It was a small, light room with a table and two chairs inside, everything attached to the ground. They met here for the first time, when Chisaki decided to join the program.

“Well, hello to you too.” Nao stood by the table and looked at the guards. They looked at him, nodded just slightly and left the room. Chisaki heard the sound of a locker. “I couldn’t bring sharp and chemical objects to your cell so I requested this room for today.”

“What?”

“There’s an evaluation tomorrow, I figured you’d like to look… less like a junkie.”

“A junkie?” Chisaki made an offended face and watched Nao take stuff out of his bag. Scissors, shaving cream, a razor and a small mirror, then some other hygienic stuff. The last was a towel, a sprinkler and a bottle of water. “You think I’ll let you touch me while holding those?”

“Don’t worry, I used to do it and I shave every morning. You’re in good hands.”

“I doubt that.”

Nao laughed and took the mirror in his hands. He showed it to Chisaki. Kai flinched.

The man in the mirror looked nothing like him. Chisaki knew he spent two months here already and the amount of hygiene he received was frighteningly minimal, nothing more than some tiny help with his showers. No one cut his hair or cared enough to shave him. But he didn’t realize he looked that bad.

His hair was wavy when it got too long and he hated that. It was reaching his eyebrows, it was standing all around his head and it was just crazy. Not to mention looking dry from the shitty shampoo they used in Tartarus. His facial hair never grew too fast but two months without taking care of it left him with his chin and upper lip covered in ugly, untended stubble. The circles under his eyes were so dark he looked like he put mascara on and he had obvious bags under them. His skin looked pale and gritty, his lips were chapped and bitten and he couldn’t be sure but it looked like his cheeks sank.

He really looked like a junkie.

Chisaki turned his head away from the reflection. Nao put the mirror down and looked at him.

“Monthly evaluation is normal for the red program. Rei comes with the assigned counselor and they talk with the inmate about their progress. But your case is special. Besides me and Rei there’s gonna be a government psychologist and Tartarus warden in here. She tried to move them at least to the next month but couldn’t do much.”

“Why would they be here?” Kai didn’t look back at Nao, still thinking about his terrible state. Nao noticed but didn’t change the topic.

“Well, the psychologist will be here to evaluate if there's a sense with continuing the program. The warden is just a bitch and she’s trying to cancel it all. Rei’s not happy about it because it was just a month after all, there’s no way anyone could make progress this fast. They’re just trying to put us in the losing position, since your success would put them in a bad light. You know, politics.” Chisaki looked at him. Nao smiled at the younger man. “But me and Rei will still protect you, don’t worry. You just need to help us a little.”

“And my look is important because?”

“Your look?” Nao looked over the stuff he brought and chuckled. “It’s not. I just assumed you would feel more confident if someone took care of it.”

“That’s... nice.”

“I know. I can be so heroic, right?” Nao laughed. Kai just bit over his lip. “So I’ll start from your hair, okay? Oh, right, I’d forgotten.” The older man dug into his bag again and took a disinfecting fluid. He splashed it over his gloves and smeared around. Kai, seeing that, snorted.

“You didn’t have to. It’s not like anyone here cares about it.”

“I wanted to.” Nao shook his hands to dry them fully. “And I’m not everyone. Okay, let’s see, I’m gonna touch your head now.”

Kai nodded and straightened, leaning against the backrest. Nao stood behind him and touched the top of his head.

His first instinct after being touched was to get away. Chisaki flinched and Nao quickly took his hand away. Kai swallowed and again leaned against the backrest.

“I’m fine. It was just a reflex.”

“Then I’m continuing.”

“Mhm.”

When the hand returned on the top of his head the touch was softer. Nao petted his head slightly, making Kai feel a little stupid and embarassed, but he endured it anyway. Besides feeling dumb, having his hair played with felt welcomed. And he knew why.

Nao took a small brush he had with himself as well and started brushing Kai’s hair. He was slow and delicate and Chisaki would never think a hero could be like that towards someone of his sort. But then he reminded himself about the other day, about what Nao told him and something weird took over his mind.

“You like it short, right?”

“What?”

“Your hair. Do you like it short? It was always very short on the pictures I saw of you.”

“Yeah.” Chisaki blinked and frowned. “What pictures of me did you see?”

“Oh, you know.” Nao took the sprinkler and the scissors and began working on shortening Kai’s hair. “School pictures, some pics of your time in yakuza, the mug shot. It’s surprising how much intel can be gathered about one person.”

“You saw my school pictures?”

“Yep. You didn’t change that much. You still have these adorable, chubby cheeks! Well, had them before Tartarus.”

“I didn’t.” Chisaki could feel his ears warming up.

“You did!” Judging by the chuckle Nao noticed his blush. “I’m not teasing you, I really think so. You’re a handsome man in general and the cheeks and soft freckles only add to that. And oh, your lashes. They’re so pretty.”

Chisaki only hummed, wishing to be able to control his blush. It was spreading over his face and neck and it was making him even more embarrassed and it was becoming an endless circle. He knew he was handsome. He never had anyone tell him that.

Nao spared him by shutting up. The strands of wetted hair were falling around and it was surprisingly quiet. With Nao around it was never quiet.

“Oh. Fuck.”

“...what was that?” A finger trailed the bottom of Kai’s skull and the man shivered. He shook his head and turned it to look at Nao. He looked guilty. “What did you do?”

“It’s gonna grow back, don’t worry!”

“What did you do?” repeated himself Kai. He wanted to touch the back of his neck but couldn’t, so he only kept glaring daggers at the other man.

“My hand slipped just a little bit. I’ll be more careful now!”

It took Chisaki a lot of self control to not scream. But then he reminded himself how he looked. How a batch of uneven hair was way better than that. He knew it would irk him to no end though.

“At least don’t screw up the front,” he grumbled.

“You have my word!”

He did the front too short. It wasn’t a screw up per se but it wasn’t perfect as well. Yet Chisaki took it with a lot of relief, looking into the mirror and seeing his hair back to normal. The only thing left…

Chisaki glared at Nao. He was looking at the razor with that creepy smile that Kai got used to but still found worrying. Especially when Nao was holding a razor that he intended to bring very close to Kai’s face. It wasn't even the fact that Chisaki didn't trust Nao to not slice his neck while shaving him. What if his hand slipped again?

"Could you sit on the table?" Nao looked at him and put the razor down. "I think this way's gonna be more comfortable." Kai eyed the razor and Nao followed his sight. "Hey, don't worry! You'll be fine. We can take a break though?"

"We don't have to." Chisaki stood up and looked at the table. Without arms he couldn't lift himself to sit on it.

"Okay then. I'll lift you."

"Lift?" Chisaki looked at Nao, not knowing what the other man was planning. Nao came closer, grabbed him on his sides and easily lifted him up. Kai made a surprised sound before being sit down on the table. He looked Nao in the face and felt anger rising in his abdomen. "What the fuck?" If he could, he would smack this man across his annoying face. Instead he just kicked his tight.

"Ouch! Hey! I just helped you! I don't think you could get up on your own."

"I would figure something out on my own.” For a moment Nao was looking at Kai, massaging the kicked spot. Finally, he smiled. “What are you smiling for?”

“Oh nothing, just… it’s rude to kick someone who’s about to shave your face.” Nao chuckled, showing his teeth. Kai couldn’t hold back a flinch, suddenly painfully aware of his vulnerable position. But just when he felt an anxious feeling down his stomach Nao stopped smiling. “Hey, don’t look like I’m about to hit you or something,” he said. Kai could swear he’s going crazy because Nao’s voice got softer. After that discussion the other day he didn’t use this voice anymore. “I’m not gonna go smacking you around just because you showed some backbone. I’m just gonna give you a funny mustache.”

“A what?” And, just like that, Chisaki felt the tension leave his shoulders. Instead he showed great resentment. “You wouldn’t dare.”

He dared. Nao cleaned his face with a damp towel first, put some shaving cream on and shaved him, leaving a stupid, long mustache under his nose. He got rid of it soon after but promised to get the record from cameras afterwards, which Chisaki didn’t appreciate. What he appreciated was the feeling of his face, clean, shaved and covered with an oil that smelled pretty nice. That, slightly, lifted his mood.

Nao was packing the stuff he brought back to the bag. Kai, back on the chair, was looking down at the table, where the mirror was laying. He watched his reflection and wondered how someone could change so much in barely two months. Sure his hair was short again and he didn’t have a beard anymore but the man looking back at him still seemed like a stranger. It wasn’t new to him, to not recognize himself but he thought he would never again feel this way.

Chisaki didn’t see a look that Nao sent his way before taking the mirror. Kai looked at him and he looked even more tired than normally, despite his face being fresh.

“I don’t understand,” he said. Nao looked at the mirror and back at him.

“You know, Tartarus diet doesn’t belong to the healthiest ones and you barely eat anyway. Also the lack of sun, poor hygiene and stuff can change a person pretty quickly.”

“That’s not what I’m talking about.” Chisaki shook his head. Nao, curious, hid the mirror and sat on the opposite chair. “The stuff you told me. How could you become a hero after what they did to you?”

Chisaki lifted his head and looked at Nao. The counselor was surprised for a moment, then smiled.

“I’m not a hero though.”

“What?”

“I have a criminal past, no one would give me a pro license. My quirk use is also prohibited except for special situations, which later requires a tone of paperwork. Thankfully, my quirk isn’t something I can control so I can always use that excuse.” Nao leaned on the table with his arms, watching Kai closely. Chisaki looked like he didn’t understand something.

“You told me you’re a hero!”

“I did?” Nao made a dumb face that made Kai want to hit him. Then the counselor shrugged. “Maybe I slipped. I’m not an official one, I enjoy helping people though.” He smiled. Chisaki chewed on something before speaking up.

“You’re still on their side,” he said finally, this time not looking at Nao.

“Their side?”

“Heroes. If you weren't, you wouldn’t sit on that side of the table.”

Nao sighed and leaned back against the backrest.

“Their side, our side, villains, heroes. All of them are the same. I don’t want to stand on one side of a barricade and be forced to fight the other because that’s when other people get hurt.” Nao smiled, seeing how Chisaki peeked at him. “A child, caught in between, will come back in ten years and hurt the next person in line. No matter if they become a hero or a villain. And it’s gonna happen over and over and over again. So there’s no side, there are just people that got deeply hurt and need help. They use that pain and create the sides but in reality they’re all the same.”

“How about those that kill because they like to. How about quirks that can only be used for killing, nothing else?”

“Some people are just assholes. They’re between heroes and villains and regular citizens.” Nao sent a stern look toward Chisaki. “Is that why you did what you did? Did you like to hurt others?”

For a moment Kai was quiet. Then he slowly shook his head.

“It’s… difficult to explain. Sometimes it was enough to hear a wrong word about my boss and I couldn't hold back my anger. When someone touched me accidentally I couldn’t hold back. It’s the same now, when they have to touch me it angers me but now…”

“Now you can’t do anything about it?” Kai looked away, chewed on his lip and obviously forced himself to look back at Nao. “Is it like that with me too?”

“No. You ask.”

“I respect your boundaries.” Chisaki nodded and opened his mouth but then shut it down. Nao waited.

“When you are a part of Yakuza you have to kill or torture people. It’s not a case of liking or disliking it. It’s a… a part of the job. And for me it wasn’t just a job.”

This time Nao nodded. He could understand it.

“There was an accident you were involved in, soon before you were caught.” Nao dug into his mind after the file. “A few thieves ran into you. Now we know that you used your quirk on them just to restore them back, in better condition. They even decided to leave the criminal path. This is something I wonder about a lot, why did you keep them alive?”

“Ah. They didn’t attack me or my boss but annoyed me. They didn’t… deserve to die.”

“Did you find enjoyment in killing people when they wronged you or your boss?” Chisaki hesitated. He looked at Nao, frowned and wanted to speak up but Nao interrupted him. “You don’t have to answer right now if you don’t know.”

“I- okay.”

Hearing Chisaki agree to something so openly was new but expected. Nao didn’t think he could just know the answer right away. And, honestly, he was glad Chisaki didn’t.

“I have… one more question that bugs me.” Nao scratched his chin. “They met you and immediately decided to change their lives. How?

“I just fixed them.” Kai shrugged. “They were sick with their powers and couldn’t see further than stealing some money.”

“You could do that with your quirk?” Kai shrugged again. “Amazing.”

“What?”

“Your quirk. It was amazing.”

“It was deadly.”

“Sure, but think about it. You could change someone’s life or-” suddenly Nao’s eyes darkened,” or cure any sickness.”

“That’s true but it was always painful.”

“I think someone dying from cancer would be fine with some pain.” Nao’s eyes went back to normal. He even smiled. “But instead you decided to use it that way.” Chisaki looked conflicted and sad so Nao sighed. He didn’t want to push him, not before the evaluation. “Okay, I’m gonna change the topic, we still need to talk about tomorrow.”

Kai nodded, doing a terrible job at trying to hide his relief.

“It's going to be difficult.” Nao immediately got more serious. “They may ask you private questions. They will try to make you snap or say something so they could shut the program down.” Chisaki frowned but kept looking at Nao. “You need to work with us. With me and Rei.”

“And how am I supposed to do that?”

“Lie? Oh wait, no, it’s unethical for me to tell you to lie. Uh. Don’t tell them the whole truth?”

“Like I didn’t know that much before.” Chisaki rolled his eyes.

“Not like that. They can’t figure out you’re doing this to get out and see your boss. They have to believe you truly want to change, that you saw the wrong in your actions and redemption is your only goal yadda yadda.” Nao broke his serious expression when Chisaki snorted. But then Kai seemed to deflate, hunched on his seat and looked down on the table.

“What if I can’t do that? What if they’re going to figure me out?”

“They won’t.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because I believe in you. And you should believe in me!” Nao smiled wide and creepy and somehow reassuring. Chisaki realized, with a sinking feeling in his stomach, he didn’t just get used to that smile. He enjoyed it.

Shoving the feeling deep down, where no one could dig, not yet, Kai decided to trust Nao at least this one time.

#overhaul #bnha #mha #overhaul x oc #chisaki kai #overhaul redemption au #chisaki kai redemption au

[jazillia007]

Thoughts on GG 4x3 Fall Guy

Things I did not enjoy:

Phoebe...

I’m sorry but we really said goodbye to Turner for... Phoebe? I know some would root for her to turn on her shitty FBI co-worker but that wouldn’t make her interesting. It would look desperate. xD I don’t know. I wouldn’t mind her being on track when it comes to Beth. But the reasons why she suspects Beth fall flat to me.

But now things might turn and I’m also weirdly looking forward to what’s gonna happen since she found that letter Beth left. *sigh* Why didn’t Beth think of that?

Beth’s new bed

The only good thing it. got character but dang it it’s so ugly and I will never not notice. LMAO

Fitzpatrick Part 1

Being the creepy dude he is. Like... ewww... The fact he is like “oh but WHY do you not want to go with me to the Fijis?”. I mean it’s not like Beth’s husband is in prison right now and she got 4 kids to take care of but whatever. And she said “NO”. But hey... creepers gonna be creepy.

So but then, Beth tells him exactly that... and... continue in the what I liked section here...

Thing I would’ve enjoyed if done differently:

Did I need those flashbacks with Dean to understand why Beth is staying with him?

No, I don’t think I needed it to know why she is staying with Dean because Beth herself verbally said why she stays with him in many episodes. But I also think we need to remember the majority of the viewers are casual viewers who don’t watch the episodes like fandoms do and casual viewers sometimes need everything to get spelled out for them. But I also think casual viewers aren’t dumb and sometimes writers should just trust them to know and understand things and circumstances.

I also think I would’ve liked it more if the flashbacks had included Beth’s relationship with her father or the non-existence of the very same. I think the reason why women tend to stay with men who are not good for them is because: they have a dysfunctional family (problematic mother, problematic father or both combined), they’re dependent on men, those men resemble the father or the women want to fix something that was broken in their own family (e.g. not having a father but wanting a family and a father for their own children).

But we didn’t get that. And I think it’s a shame the writers focus a great deal on showing Dean was the only good guy Beth knew at that time hence why she chose him when it would’ve been more interesting to explore the reason WHY Beth thought Dean was the only seemingly decent person.

Also, just because Dean was a nice guy back then doesn’t make his cheating and lying okay. And it doesn’t mean Beth needs to stay with him. If anything it worries me that the writers apparently think “look because he was nice back and he basically “saved” Beth and gave her stability, she needs to stay with him forever”. That’s not the case. As I said before if the writers adore Matthew Lillard so much, they can keep him, even as the ex-husband. Just a thought.

However, I think the flashbacks were filmed nicely as some already mentioned. And I liked the casting.

Things I enjoyed:

Kenny

I know some people missed it but Kenny is away for a tournament which explains why it seems Beth and Dean only got 3 children. The show explained it right away, so thankfully Kenny won’t disappear like Buddy did. xD

Dean not buying Beth’s “I love you”

You know I don’t like Dean but I kind of enjoy he isn’t buying Beth’s “I love you” anymore. I mean he is the last person to call her out because he cheated on her and told her he loves her after she found out to manipulate her as well but I just like we see Dean not buying it. Because WHO is actually still buying it when Beth is telling Dean “I love you”.

Ruby and Annie having priorities

I love how they’re like “Hey, you got 4 kids!” like even to them Dean isn’t a father who deserves to be out of prison.

On a sidenote: Ruby aka Retta is looking extra gorgeous this season. Oh MY!

Whatever is going on with Stan

Look I always wanted for Stan and Rio to team up. So please let it happen. But also whatever happens in the club, “the little bitch” and the “big bitch” this could have potential.

But I hope he doesn’t develope a drinking problem and I don’t need the tension between him and Ruby. But also kind of enjoy he got now secrets of his own.

Found the whole mom situation in the flashbacks more interesting than Dean

I think you deleted the post @medievalraven but I think there might be something going on with Beth’s and Annie’s mom which is more related to (TRIGGER WARNING) depression and suicidal thoughts. Which is actually a whole lot more interesting to explore than what a nice guy Dean was back then.

And it would play into what I said earlier. That whatever is going on in Beth’s family made her the person she is now and would explain why she acts in certain ways and why she is unable to leave Dean (except the writers apparently don’t WANT her to leave Dean as of now).

And whatever has been going on at home explains why Annie turned out the way she was back then and still is - especially when it comes to Dean.

Annie and Ben

As you know, I barely relate with Annie but I always enjoyed the most her relationship with her son and if the writers are doing anything right it’s writing this arc properly. It’s normal for Ben to want to stay with his father but at the same time it breaks my heart for Annie.

Fitzpatrick Part 2

Beth going off was everything I needed right now. Thank you, Beth, for telling him where your limits are!

And what a douchebag is Fitzpatrick to be like “oh but I thought you wanted more from your life”. We love guilt-tripping men - NOT. Just look at Dean. I mean... c’mon! Also for him to be like “but you hired me”... Yeah, she did hire you but not sending the message “I also want sex with you.” What is this guy!?

However, I would buy Beth’s speech a little more if she would pair it up with actions. Like divorcing Dean and you know the drill. It would be so much more consistent than having her say one thing but not living up to it. I mean on the other hand now she is somewhat tied to him because Dean plead guilty but still... We’re going in circles a little bit.

Rio/Brio

You know I know the pool table scene is splitting the fandom as always. And I’m just grateful I can watch the scene and enjoy it as a shipper but also enjoy it as a viewer.

I liked the whole “negotiation” between Beth and Rio. Rio did a really low blow when he told Beth if Dean is released from prison 3 years later he might be in better shape and even wanting to “hit it again”. I think we all know why Dean and Beth aren’t working out anymore on a sexual basis and so does Rio, so while Rio might be correct it was a low blow.

But I also enjoy how Rio doesn’t care one bit about Dean. He never did - since season 1. And Dean being a shitty husband and a even shittier businessman is playing a huge part in it. And I like Rio doesn’t even pretend to care.

But he still gives into her pleading. I know some people think he is already over Beth shooting him and maybe that’s the case but in Rio’s case that doesn’t mean he can’t be petty by pulling away the stick. It’s like him saying “I gave you the gun once and I won’t do it again and this is me retaining control. You play this game and we see where it goes with the money.” He is challenging Beth and he knows she would take the challenge.

At the same time, and some of my mutuals noticed it as well, I got 2x9 bedroom vibes which is weird. Especially since there are many mutuals who didn’t feel it or read the scene differently or didn’t like it at all.

The way he looked at her after pulling away the stick. There is a lack of music which I don’t think was a conscious choice unlike it was in the bedroom scene in 2x9 but it still heightened the tension of the scene. And then there suddenly is music and it’s melancholic almost.

Then of course Rio “teaching” Beth how to play pool, handson. And this is where it gets interesting for me. I know a lot of people read this scene differently or it left a different impression.

For me: I always thought that both Beth and Rio are having very mixed feelings right now for eachother. Mostly confused anger. Anger for obvious reasons and confusion because that despite the anger they can’t stop whatever their relationship is and whatever their feelings might be.

And I think in season 3, Rio never really touched Beth. Except for when he showed up alive and did the hair thing and then when he put his hand over hers when she wanted a drink and he thought she was pregnant.

I think this... Rio leaning over Beth and then smelling her. A smell he knows too well and once probably loved. This is the first time he is this close to her again. And same for her, I think that little headshake was mostly her being a little startled but also becoming very aware of his closeness.

And it’s so interesting to see how Rio steps back and does this shoulder roll. It’s like he was suddenly aware of what he was doing and somewhat wanted to shake it off.

And just a little note: the ball had the number 8 on it which can be read as “forever” or “eternity”. Me reading too much into it. :P

Then the moment is over but I just love the moment of joy after Beth winning the challenge and for Rio as well. And then it quickly goes back to business. I think if they’re doing anything well it’s that Brio right now is very much split into two halfs. And for me of course I know the hitman plan is still going which is baffling to me. So of course this dampens any excitement I might have during Brio scenes.

Even though, we can safely say they won’t go through with the hitman plan, and especially now when Beth has hurt Fitzpatrick’s ego. He was pretty calm but I feel like he will mess up on purpose. I don’t think FItzpatrick takes rejection well. Just my thoughts on that. He was way too calm for someone who would hurt a person over raw salmon.

#nbc good girls #spoilers #my thoughts #this is so long and I'm sorry #Brio #Beth x Rio #Beth Boland #Ruby Hill #Annie Marks #Rio #Dean Boland #Stan Hill #I read through this once so any misspellings I'm sorry for :D #I probably forgot half of what I wanted to say #but then this would turn into a thesis

[mammonspeanut]

4:24 am

(Idk just something I threw together after waking up yesterday morning. Chubby/fat MC sad)

Sweet pitter patter of rain emitting from your laptop. Back in the human realm many people suggested that those with tinnitus should always have some background noise to cancel out the high pitched beeping/wave sound your body created for some unknown reason. 

You shuffle in bed.

They also always said you shouldn’t be around loud music, something you never cared for much. You’d rather experience a sudden hearing loss than miss out on all the fun. You only used the sound of rain to fall asleep, to be honest you didn’t care if it was that or creepy pasta as long as you could relax to it. 

You roll around, your fingers gently, almost insecurely reach out, searching for his warmth. Yet, all they find is a cold void next to you, a sudden wave of sadness crashed over you. Where is he?

You carefully open your eyes, blinking away the bright light your laptop cast onto your bed as you wait for them to adjust to it. Your eyes take in the crumbled up pillow next to you, illuminated by the artificial blue light you pull it close.

Who was he? You asked yourself as you sleepily reached out for your laptop, decreasing the volume.

It wasn’t like you were dating anyone, so who were you missing?

People don’t date me, you silently whispered to yourself as you open a new tab and overlay music over the sounds of raindrops hitting the patio. With the words of the song, your own thoughts begin to betray you as they whisper all your insecurities into your ear. All the reasons no-one would ever like you and why you will always be alone. 

While taking a long breath in the second wave of sadness broke above you, drowning you in your thoughts. Your eyes become heavy as you lay in bed, listening.

...

Your toes touch the soft fabric of the rug in front of your bed as you rose out of it. Slowly opening the door you step out of your room, nothing but the quiet pitter patters of your steps echoing throughout the house as you made your way down the stairs. 

Standing in front of the closed door, you wondered what you were doing here. It was childish, a grown woman standing in front of someone's room because they were.. sad? Lifting your hand, you let your fingertips brush over the cool surface of the metal door before pushing it open. You slowly step down the ice cold metal stairs into the void. 

“Mammon,” you whisper as you stood beside his bed. 

“Huh? Levi if it’s you fuck off.” he groaned tiredly as you heard him shuffle. 

“It’s me. Can I- Can I sleep with you?” you whispered, pulling at the hem of your shirt. 

“Mmm.. S-Sure come on in,” his raspy voice invited you as you heard him pull his covers back.

Your feet leave the floor, you feel almost as if you are floating, your thigh brush against the warm covers as you crawl into his bed. You inhale his warm-spicy scent as you let your head sink into his soft pillows. Home, you think to yourself as you drape the cover over yourself. 

“What’s wrong?” he grumbles, the sound of his voice changing directions as he turns around to face you in the darkness. 

Your insecurities whisper into your ear, they want you to tell him a lie, something about how it was nothing, and you just wanted to make sure he was going to get up in time. But you were tired, so tired. You didn’t have the energy to listen to them.

“I just... I suddenly felt sad after waking up..“ you whispered into the darkness, regretting it as you were met with silence. 

“Why?” a simple yet cutting question, pulling open a deep wound you tend to regularly pick at yourself. 

“I-I just felt alone... and I don’t know, unloved, maybe? I know I have no right to feel this way, I mean I am ugly and fat and..” you whimpered as you felt warm tears fall onto his pillows. “I’m sorry I don’t know I shouldn’t be crying. I want to stop but I can’t”, you choke as the tears continue to flow. 

You felt the bed shift under his weight as he came closer, his arms wrapping around you as he pulled you into his warm and inviting embrace. You felt soft kisses on the top of your head as you sob into his arms apologizing for getting your tears onto him. He gently hushes you, squeezing you tightly as if to mend every crack inside of you. 

“Shh... don’t think silly things like that.” he hushed you as he rubbed the back of of your head. “You’re gorgeous, the way you are, so what you aren’t like the others. I can list like 10 things of why I like you and would choose you over anyone else. Number one is that I don’t get tortured as much since you’ve been here.” 

You let out a laugh as you wipe your tears away. He always knew how to make you laugh, even if you didn’t feel like laughing.

“It’s true, honey-lips. Ya wanna know why that is number one?” he asks as you feel his hands mindlessly draw circles on your back. You nod into his chest as he props his head on top of yours. 

“Cuz when I am with ya I’d rather see ya happy and hear your laughter than scam someone for money.” you felt him grin against your forehead as he kissed it once again before he continued “I also love the way ya eyes sparkle when ya look at me be it from laughin' or 'cuz you are planning something again or just 'cuz. I adore your smile even if ya always tryin' to hide it but, it never fails to make me wanna smile with ya. Not to mention the way your eyes almost disappear when your grin becomes so big and you start complainin' ' bout it hurtin', but ya can't stop.”

You feel your breathing calm down as you close your eyes and listen to him spill his thoughts. 

“Ya' know, the reason why I always study with 'chu is 'cuz I like watchin' and listenin' to all the smart stuff come out of the pretty mouth of yours when ya start ramblin' about shit I don't understand. Not to mention the way ya be lookin' when you lean in to explain something I don't understand. It's breathtaking.” you felt his body move as he chuckled at the thought. “I admire ya for just being weird sometimes and being able to laugh about yourself when someone catches you doing it. I may not understand why but I also enjoy it when ya take your time to do things with me. Like normal shit such as cook a dish from scratch and sitting down in the kitchen to eat it and getting to know each other more, ya know the deep conversations thing. Ya think you are ugly and fat but I adore your body, every curve and dip, every imperfection and perfection. To be honest, it doesn’t matter what others think of ya and if someone says something they are wrong 'cuz I know better. 'Cuz I know that you’re everything and more,“ he spoke before realizing what he said in his sleepy state. 

“I- I mean you should feel honored that the great Mammon cares for a human like you..” he stuttered, shifting so you could rest your head on his chest. Snuggling into his arms you chuckle and whisper “Thank you..” as you both intertwined your legs before falling asleep. 

#obey me mammon #obey me fanfiction #chubby mc #fat mc

[lemonsandstrawberries]

Christmas Sweaters and Christmas Socks

fandom: Stony (Steve x Tony), Avengers (pre-Stony to Stony), mentions of OG6 Avengers team

summary: Every Avenger brings holiday cheer into the Tower and Steve is the most intrigued by Tony’s way, but isn’t he always the most intrigued by Tony anyway?

length: 2 972

a/n: it is a Christmas miracle and I actually found some time to write! so, as my gift to you all I give you this fic - took inspiration from this prompt, but made it more Christmasy. hope you will like it, feedback, reblogs and likes are welcomed and needed!

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Christmas Sweaters and Christmas Socks

There was something mysterious and confusing about December. On one hand, Christmas atmosphere was in the air, gingerbread houses and smiling Santa Claus resembling figures appearing in every shop display, streets were decorated with colorful lights and pleasing the eye. On the other hand, it was an extremely busy month, people running around trying to find the perfect gifts, perfect food for Christmas dinner while being bombarded with commercials promising their products to bring the perfect, cozy mood.

The pattern repeated in almost every house and Avengers Tower wasn't an exception.

On the outside, the tall building in the middle of New York was decorated with lights going around the tower and topped with Santa's sleigh and a row of reindeers, twinkling with colors. Inside matched the exterior, with a beautifully decorated Christmas tree in almost every room that could fit a one, something Tony personally coordinated and took care of, garlands and Christmas wreaths stretching from wall to wall. It was a nice distraction and a calming breath in the near end of the year chaos, while everyone kept rushing from place to place, trying to wrap things up, both work and personal.

In all the rush, the team members didn't forget to bring the Christmas atmosphere in, and so, Thor cooked up a storm in the kitchen, giving out plates of homemade gingerbread cookies with the most delicate, intricate patterns done in royal icing. Natasha, rushing through the corridors with stacks of SHIELD papers, put a headband with reindeer antlers and small bells in her red hair, making everyone who looked at her smile. Bruce served cups of amazing hot chocolate and herbal tea, infused with a secret mix of spices that warmed up everyone, and Clint left small notes filled with uplifting messages and holiday sweets in various corners of the Tower for anyone who needed a quick pick me up. Every team member had their own unique way of bringing Christmas cheer into the Tower and into their family and it was a welcomed distraction in the busy month.

Steve also found his way and switched his usual white cable knit sweater for an array of the infamous Christmas sweaters - his current pick for the day, was an all red sweater with white patterns and reindeer on the arms and knitted 'merry Christmas, ya filthy animal' on the chest, a quote from a movie that was a must to watch during the holiday season in the Avengers Tower. His collection of Christmas sweaters was carefully selected and eye-catching in a bad way and photos of him in more or less offending sweaters were all over the press and people were going crazy. Steve wasn't bothered, and he even ordered everyone else on the team their very own, personality matching Christmas sweater, already wrapped and waiting under the Christmas tree for the official unpacking of the gifts. That would be one Avengers group photo, Steve couldn't wait to be 'leaked' into the press.

In all this pre-Christmas chaos, Steve found his quiet corner in the library. It was filled with rows of various books on every topic imaginable and comfortable furniture and Steve took a particular liking to a big armchair where he could curl up with a book, while a Christmas tree was blinking at him with colorful lights and swirls of steam rose from a cup of hot chocolate. It was his place to relax and enjoy the Christmas atmosphere.

It didn't take long until his hiding spot was found out and he began to have company. It started pretty innocently, with Tony barreling one day into the library, eyes circled and hair in a crazy mess as there was a lot of paperwork to be done for SI before the end of the year and it kept Tony awake, probably following the scent of chocolate. It was a short break, Steve and Tony chatted, Steve allowed Tony to drink his hot chocolate, and Tony was on his way, back to his home office. The pattern repeated for a few days until Tony started to bring his tablet with himself and stretch out on the couch, just to change his surroundings a bit. Steve didn't mind, Tony, usually chatty, didn't try to engage him in a conversation and they just sat together, both in their own worlds and enjoying the quiet companionship. Just with time, Steve found it pretty distractive to be around Tony, as something was attracting his attention.

No, two things.

Meaning Tony's feet, always dangling over the couch armrest, lightly kicking to some pattern. Tony's feet were not large at all, they couldn't be, as Tony had a sturdy, short frame, and big feet were not needed, unlike in Steve's case. He had big feet and needed big shoes to balance all the muscles and keep him stable from toppling over. Steve was a practical man, and for those reasons his choice of underclothes was pretty monochromatic - it was easy to train in white tank-tops and dump them into the washing machine with white socks and white boxers, and or do the same with a set of black underclothes.

Tony represented an opposite view. To start with, Tony had a liking of walking barefoot, which seemed natural as in some part of the Tower the floor was heated, and rarely wearing socks, but when he happened to wear ones, they were blindingly colorful. Steve noticed that some time ago, and as most of Tony's wardrobe was in cool, perfectly matched tones, the socks were an explosion of colors. Bright yellows, cheerful oranges, screaming pinks, or vivid purples. Sometimes one color, sometimes striped, or polka dots, sometimes mismatched. Sometimes socks told a message like some had a periodic table or multiplication table, but with roman numerals or list of time periods, starting on one foot on prehistory, ending on middle ages, to start with modern history on the other foot and continue up to contemporary times.

It was quirky and adorable and oddly charming and somehow fitting for a guy like Tony.

That's why for the first few days, Steve didn't notice when Tony switched his colorful socks for Christmas themed ones, and once he did, he started to pay very close attention to them, trying to keep a low profile and not seem creepy. Penguins, reindeers, candy cane stripes, rows of small Christmas trees. It was pleasant to look at and was supposed to make people smile, opposite to Steve's idea of wearing increasingly ugly sweaters to make everyone cringe. In particular, the colorful socks were always bringing a small, fond smile on Steve's lips whenever he had caught a glimpse of them, while Tony was working on the couch.

It was unexpected of someone who was such an important figure in the business and science world to have such silly socks and wear them so casually and Steve thought that Tony was someone really special, even if he himself didn't realize that.

Steve never asked about his teammate's choice of socks but found himself waiting for the moment when Tony would join him in the library, sporting a new set. And then came a day, when Steve kept squinting at Tony's feet for way too long and just had to ask.

"Are those music sheets?"

"Huh?" Tony twisted to the back from his laying on the stomach position, looking at Steve with a thoughtful face. Even when he turned around, he kept tapping on the tablet, which was quite impressive.

Steve smiled, feeling nervous, but trying to act casual. "Your socks. I can't figure it out," he said, trying to not sound like a creep who had spent last days staring at his teammate's feet.

Finally understanding, Tony turned around, a light, playful smile appearing on his lips. "Come closer and find out for yourself," he advised, turning his attention back to the device.

It was an unusual offer, but Steve decided to take it. He wouldn't pass an opportunity to get close to the brunet and seeing that Tony invited him over it would be a shame to not take it. Steve walked closer, and the mystery solved itself. Indeed, on the background of a light cream color were music lines with notes, but no lyrics.

"Oh," Steve said, looking at the notes. Tony giggled and wiggled his toes playfully and maybe Steve got a little mesmerized by the sight.

"Satisfied now?"

No, not yet. Steve, of course, didn't say that and looked at the back of Tony's head.

"What song is that?"

"A Christmas song."

Well, duh. Steve's shoulders lowered a little in disappointment after hearing the clipped answer. He was hoping for something more specific.

"Yeah, but which one?" Steve tried to push, without sounding too pushy. After all, it was supposed to be their quiet time.

Tony didn't answer, just tapped more on his tablet. "How about you try to play it and find out?" he asked playfully.

Steve felt a little bashful. It seemed like crossing some boundaries, but Tony was in one of his friendlier moods and Steve would beat himself up forever if he didn't take the invitation.

"Okay, move," Steve demanded in a surprisingly firm voice, that was used solely to convince himself to do it, batting on Tony's calves lightly.

Tony made a quiet, surprised sound Steve didn't miss and obediently turned on his back and sat up, pulling his legs to himself while maintaining a sideways position, not really expecting Steve to play along. Using the recently freed space, Steve sat down and pulled Tony's feet into his lap, a very bold move that made Tony's eyes bulge out in surprise, but Steve didn't really pay attention. The socks still intrigued him and he carefully placed his hands on Tony's ankles, as if informing the brunet of his intentions. Tony didn't react and Steve took it as a signal to continue. He slid his hands further, gliding palms over the smooth material until they stopped at the toes, and Steve lightly pulled on the socks, smoothening out the creases to get a better look at the design. The notes were on the upper part of the sole, stretching over pads and ending all the way down to the heel. He put his fingers against one note and gently pressed as if it was a piano key.

He didn't expect Tony's knee to jump and his whole foot wiggle. Steve stopped his fingers at the reaction, but Tony didn't take his feet back. Instead, they still stayed in his lap, regaining their stillness.

There was something very sweet about this situation and Tony granting Steve this moment of closeness. He put his fingers back against the pad, and resumed the light pressing on the notes and started to hum, trying to decipher the song. The whole time, Tony kept his face hidden behind the tablet, but the quiet, muffled giggling, and the small body jolts from time to time, were giving him away.

Steve never before had an occasion to be so close to Tony, and brunet clearly craving his touch was giving him hope for the future. He kept gently tracing the pattern, letting his fingers venture lower and scribble back up the soles, and Tony quietly giggled away and curled his toes. Steve noticed that he was still holding the tablet as a disguise, but his free hand was not pointed at the screen, but covering his eyes as he kept giggling away. Steve really wished for the tablet to be out of the way. After a less than a minute of soft warm-up, he felt confident enough to increase the pace and pressure, and moved his fingers more roughly, not sketching, but really digging into the material.

"HAH!" Tony yelped, almost sending the tablet flying across the room, quiet giggles changing into a steady flow of laughter. "HAHAHAHA!"

Steve was utterly delighted. Tony was beautifully responsive to the ticklish sensations on his soles and his whole face scrunched up while giggling away and it was as adorable as Steve expected it to be. Feeling more confident, Steve changed the up and down pattern to a more chaotic one, brunet's laughter rising by an octave. Good thing that the library was in a secluded area and not visited by many, or they would have a lot of explaining to do.

Steve continued to tickle the wiggling feet, even though Tony tried his best to stay in place and not end the moment. Just when Steve pushed Tony's feet back and wiggled fingers into the spaces between the toes, brunet completely lost it.

"HAHAHA! You ahahahahare not plahahahying!" Tony pointed out, trying to tug his feet away and Steve was fast to wrap one arm around them, locking them in place.

"I am," Steve said happily, temporarily scribbling his fingers back on the pattern, "it is just a really hard song and it seems that my instrument is malfunctioning."

Tony took a swing, which Steve efficiently ducked away, but instead of feeling offended, it just made his smile brighter.

"Okay, so you see, I am playing on the notes, but instead of a song, there is this high pitched sound coming out-"

"Whahahat the-?!"

"- I don't know, maybe I need someone to repair it -"

"Steheheve! Doahan't! Hahaha!"

" - or a mechanic! You're a mechanic, right?"

"HAHAHA! I gihihhihve up! It's -"

Steve didn't want to hear the answer yet. Instead, he dug his fingers into the spot below the big toe on Tony's left foot, which turned out to be a reaaallly good spot, because Tony completely lost it and flailed his arms around. He pushed himself so hard away that he fell off the couch with a loud thud and a big smile, while Steve was left with one sock in his hand and an equally big smile at such reaction.

Tony took a minute to regain his breath and when he uncurled from the floor, he looked at the soldier with sparkling eyes, his face full of a healthy pink blush Steve's antics had caused.

Steve just calmly examined the sock in his hand, and while not on wiggling foot, the notes became pretty clear.

"Oh, it's 'Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer'," Steve said with a fond smile. "You kinda look like Rudolph now yourself," he playfully pointed out, locking eyes with Tony's.

"You jerk!" Tony laughed, doing the not well-thought thing and trying to kick Steve. Supersoldier reflexes or just pure luck, Steve easily grabbed Tony's foot by the ankle and brought wriggling fingers closer to the bare foot, slowly enough to let the other man know his intentions. Tony screeched and tugged his leg away, standing up in panic as he saw the mischievous expression on the soldier's face. Quickly, Tony understood what a big mistake it was to let Captain America know about your ticklishness. In a second, Tony bolted out of the library and ran for his life, fearing that Steve might want to test on what other parts of Tony's body he could play. Steve laughed and quickly followed the one socked genius. He even tried to trick Tony into slowing down by promising to give him his sock back, but Tony only yelled that he could keep it and kept running. It was a bizarre sight, but when Steve finally caught Tony there was a lot of laughter.

In hindsight, it was one of those moments that pushed Tony and Steve to go on a first date, and in consequence, become a couple.

"Hey! Come here faster!"

"Okay, okay," Steve laughed when one year later, he watched his boyfriend bounce on the bed, holding a colorful package he had just taken from underneath the Christmas tree in their shared bedroom. The Avengers team was supposed to exchange gifts tomorrow, but before that, Tony and Steve wanted to have their personal moment, almost a year after the evening in the library that helped to unblock something in their heads. When Steve sat on the bed, Tony stopped bouncing and handed him the package right away.

"Merry Christmas!" he exclaimed, smiling from ear to ear.

"Merry Christmas, babe," Steve smiled back and after a kiss, Steve started to unwrap the silver paper. "What!" he laughed, seeing a six pack of colorful Christmas underwear and socks, in bright, blinding colors and patterns. Just like Tony's socks were. Once, Steve had wondered if Tony's bright socks matched his underwear and after a year of dating, he could say with all confidence that yes, yes, they did and it looked like Tony was trying to push his stylistic choices on Steve.

"Hope you like them," Tony smiled brightly, "your white boxers and socks were driving me crazy for the past year," he justified his choice of a present.

"So is this for you or for me?" Steve asked in a playful tone.

"For us both," Tony decided with a laugh.

"Convenient," Steve smiled and handed Tony his present. It wasn't half as neatly packed as Tony's, but it didn't matter, as Tony was already tearing the paper to get to the inside. His mouth fell open when he saw his present.

"Seriously?" he asked, taking out a pair of knee high socks. White. "This is what you want me to wear?"

"Look at the bottoms," Steve smiled and watched with pleasure as Tony's eyes widened when he did that.

"Oh," Tony murmured softly, putting their presents aside and purring invitingly, "I am gonna wear them for you every day," he promised, before locking their lips in a kiss, and pushing Steve on the bed, starting their celebration.

On the edge of the bed, next to the colorful underwear, were two white socks, one with 'kiss my feet', the other one with 'tickle my feet' written across on the sole in bold, black letters.

#stony #steve rogers #tony stark #SUPERHUSBANDS #pre-stony #pre-stony to stony #feet tickling #tickle fic #fanfic #fanfiction #Merry Christmas

[mysticwhore]

Heavenly, Part Four

Dark!Steve x Reader

Notes:  Notes: I actually hoped to get this done last night, but I fell asleep at my computer. I'll start working on part five tomorrow since I'm pretty much free on Mondays. If you guys have any suggestions for new fics or directions this fic should go, let me know! I do have a loose outline for this fic, but nothing is set in stone. I'm open to all ideas:) If you like my writing, make sure to follow me! All of my works will be on there, and if I create enough content, I'll start a Masterlist. I hope you guys enjoy and have a wonderful day or night.

Warnings: Some cursing, but nothing too major. L-bombs.

Word Count: 2,430

You couldn’t tell if you were dreaming or not.

You remember flipping the switch inside Steve and turning him into a different person. You remember him forcing you to go to the bar with him, and the tips of his fingers pressing against your cunt. You remember rushing to the bathroom, the sharp pinch in your neck, and his blue eyes.

Then nothing.

And still nothing; there was fabric over your eyes, and when you tried to move your hands to remove it, you found your wrists were bound as well.

Your wrists were pulled above your head and bound together, but your ankles were spread apart, and you could only slightly bend your knees before your chains rattled.

You could tell that the surface you lied on was a bed; the comforter was soft against your skin and smelled faintly of laundry detergent. The air around you was cold, but you could tell you were still clothed when you could only feel the chill on your arms and face.

At the sound of soft footsteps, you froze. It had to be Steve; who else could it be?

You could hear him get closer, but when he seemed to be right in front of the bed, he stopped. You sucked in a shallow breath as you waited for his next move.

Calloused hands gently grasped your face, and you tried to flinch away; all you ended up doing was pressing your cheek into his palm. He pulled the blindfold off, but you didn't open your eyes. You didn't want to look at him.

He didn't say anything as he sat on the side of the bed as he began to work on releasing your ankles, and then your hands. He grabbed your right arm and placed it by your side. He repeated the same action with your left but instead of placing it at your side, he intertwined your fingers with his.

He stroked your cheek with his thumb, before drifting down to your bottom lip. He gently tugged it down before releasing it and sitting back up.

"Please look at me, sweetheart."

You didn't want. God, you didn't want to, but even though the fog that still clouded your brain, you didn't want to bring out the Steve that you saw at the library.

Hesitantly, you opened your eyes, but groaned and shut them again. your head ached, and the light was blinding. You attempted to open them again and your eyes had an easier time adjusting than last time. You met his deep blue eyes, which looked back at you with so much adoration that it made your stomach twist.

"There they are; I was beginning to miss your pretty eyes." He didn't give you any heads-up before he wrapped his arms around you and lifted you into his lap.

You squeaked and almost threw your arms around him to keep your balanced, but you reframed; you wanted to get as far away from the man as possible, not drag him closer.

"Are you cold? Your arms are freezing." Steve pulled you into his chest, and as much as you hated to admit it, you couldn't deny how warm he was and how heavenly he smelled.

No! Don't think like that! He fucking kidnapped you, and you're worried about how good he smelled? Fight back!

You planted your palms against his chest and shoved as hard as you could. Of course, he didn't budge, but that didn't stop you. His arms tightened around you as you thrashed around in his gasp.

"Baby, calm down. I know you're scared, but it's just me. You're safe."

His words did nothing to comfort you; if anything, they ignited the growing flame inside you.

"Fucking let go of me, you fucking piece of shit! You're insane! You fucking kidnapped me!"

You heard Steve curse under his breath, and there was another sharp pinch at your neck.

The more you struggled and screamed at him, the weaker you became physically and emotionally; the fog from earlier was returning full force, and it was no doubt from whatever drug Steve injected into you. You ugly-sobbed into his shirt, and your hands pounding against his chest ceased. You didn't care if you were getting snot all over him; he would have to deal with it.

Steve cooed softly at you as he rubbed a hand soothingly up and down your back. He rested his cheek against the crown of your head as he whispered sweet nothings to you.

"It's okay, baby girl. Let it out. I'm right here."

Your wails didn't stop, but they did decrease into quiet sniffles as Steve began to rock you back and forth. A part of your brain was screaming at you to keep fighting, that it's wrong that he kidnapped you, and the fact that he was rocking you like a fussy toddler was extremely creepy. The other part of you wanted to savor the comfort he was providing you. He was holding you so gently and sweetly, and you're too tired to care about how fucked up the situation was. His warmth was lulling you to sleep.

You couldn't fight anymore; your struggles and cries stopped, and Steve chuckled.

"Are you sleepy, baby?"

You couldn't say anything or nod- you couldn't even keep your eyes open for a second. You felt Steve cup your cheek and tilt your head back.

Before you fell completely into the dark, you could feel something press against your lips. You blacked out.

~

When you can to, you were warm. Too warm, in fact. Whatever was wrapped around you was practically a heater.

Something brushed against your hair, and then again. You shifted, and the movement stopped. You realized it was a hand that was stroking your scalp when it drifted to your cheek, and your head was gently angled upward. Your eyes fluttered open, and they met Steve's for the second time since you've been there.

Wherever there was.

"How do you feel?"

Your brows furrowed. Why did he care about how you were feeling?

Steve noted your expression, and his face soured a bit. "You don't think I care, do you."

It wasn't a question, and if you weren't still waking up, you would have been worried about how you respond, but your body was still recovering from the drug in your system.

You blinked, but even doing that felt sluggish. You were tempted to close your eyes and go back to sleep, but you decided against it when his eyes became cold.

"Thirsty," you whispered, and if you were completely conscious, you would have been surprised Steve heard you, but all he did was roll onto his back and reach over to a nightstand. He grabbed the bottle of water before turning back to you.

He pulled you onto his chest and sat up. You closed your eyes and basked in his warmth when you felt the neck of the bottle being pressed to your lips. You didn't hesitate to start guzzling down the water, and you felt Steve's chest vibrate against your back.

You took too big of a gulp and sputtered as it went down the wrong pipe. Steve pulled the bottle away and gently clapped his hand against your back.

After your coughing ceased, your brain finally ripped itself out of the fog and assessed the situation you were in.

Steve had drugged you, taken you to God knows where and with unknown intentions, and drugged you again. You needed to get out, you needed to get away from him.

Your hands started to shake as you pulled your knees to your chest.

What was he going to do to you?

Bulky arms wrapped around your frame, and large hands circled over your own. Steve pulled you back to his chest and spread his legs so you could be pressed even closer to him.

"No, no, baby girl. You're getting stuck in your head. We can't have that, okay? You need to talk to me. We don't want a repeat of earlier."

You were almost hysterical, but the idea of being drugged again chilled you to your core, and you stopped. Your body stiffened as he praised you.

"Now that's a good girl. Take a deep breath, and let it out. Do it with me."

You didn't with the first two breaths but joined in when his legs tightened around you. After three breaths, Steve praised you again.

"See? That wasn't bad at all, was it?"  

You barely shook your head, but he didn't seem to notice as he rubbed your arms.

"Back to my question; how are you feeling?"

You hesitated but answered after he let out a loud, annoyed sigh. "Scared. Confused."

Steve's hand stopped and your heart skipped a beat. You should have lied; you've made him upset. But if you had, what if he saw through it? Would it make it worse?

He turned you towards him, so you were pressed chest-to-chest. he didn't look angry, but you honestly would have preferred that over the puppy eyes he was giving you.

"I know this is overwhelming. You were alone for years, and now you're safe with someone who cares for you. It has to be scary to go through such a big change in a little amount of time."

You looked at him in shock. What? You weren't saved; you were kidnapped!

"Why...?"

Steve gave you a sickly sweet smile. "I know about those you've lost. I know you didn't go to college; after you'd finished high school, you vanished. I can't begin to imagine how scared you were; how you were left alone at such a young age. It's okay now. I'm not going to let you feel unsafe or unloved again."

You pressed your hands against his chest and attempted to push yourself away, but his arms were wrapped too tightly around you. Your heart started to flutter.

"You... what..."

Your brain couldn't wrap around what he just told you. He thought he was doing you a favor? How did he know about what you went through? How long had he been stalking you?

Steve hushed you. "I'll answer any questions you have, but right now you need something to eat."

He wrapped your legs around his waist and stood up from the bed. You let out a soft whimper at the sudden move; you latched onto his neck, and he chuckled. he began the ascent up the stairs and approached a large metal door. He placed his palm against a black piece of glass, and the doors opened a second later.

The sole of his shoes made soft thuds against the hardwood floors as he walked further down the hallway, which opened into a large kitchen. Steve placed you down on a stool next to the marble island, then began to pull a container out of the fridge.

"I made this earlier, but you were out longer than I expected. Do you want me to heat it up?"  

He opened the container to show you red beans and rice- one of your favorite dishes. You quietly mumbled, "Heated," and he put a serving onto a plate and then in the microwave.

The buzzing of the microwave was the only sound in the kitchen, and the silence was almost unbearable. You could feel tears burning in your eyes, but you knew it wasn't the time to cry.

The timer went off, and Steve pulled the plate out of the microwave. He set the plate down in front of you and handed you a fork.

"Bon appétit." Steve smiled and propped his elbows on the island. He didn't say anything as you ate; he seemed perfectly content on watching you.

After a good minute of more silence, you decided that you couldn't handle it anymore, so you spoke first. "Why?"

Steve must have not expected you to speak since his eyes went wide. He cleared his throat, "'Why', what?"

You shook your head. "Why did you kidnap me?"

His brows shifted and the corners of his lips twitched. "I didn't kidnap you. I saved you."

Your tongue felt thick in your mouth as you swallowed. You had to be careful with what you asked; you're walking on eggshells. "How is that saving me?"

Steve pushed himself off of the counter and stalked over to you. He grasped your cheeks in his hands and shook his head. "I saved you from all of the hurt you felt. I took you away from the loneliness."

The moisture in your eyes blurred your vision, and when you closed them, you felt a stray tear roll down your cheek. The pad of his thumb brushed it away, and he sighed.

"Oh, sweet girl, don't cry. It'll be okay." He pulled you into his chest and almost tipped you out of the stool.

Your back stiffened as he inhaled sharply.

"Before I answer any more questions, I must tell you something." He released you but grasped your arms and held you in front of him. "You are safe now. I will protect you, but for me to keep you safe, there need to have boundaries; you need to follow the rules."

He cleared his throat and brushed a strand of hair out of your face. "First, no cursing. I'll let that incident from earlier slide, but don't let it happen again. A sweet young lady such as yourself should not be saying such ugly words."  

His grip on your arms slid down to your hands where he intertwined your fingers once again. "Second, no lying. For this to work, you need to communicate with me. I'm always honest with you, as I expect you to be with me.

"Now, this is more of a blanket rule: respect me. No back-talking, no yelling, no sass. I know what's best for you, and you shouldn't doubt my judgment. Tomorrow, I will have a list I expect you to complete. It'll range from what you'll wear to what activities you can occupy yourself with."

He brushed his thumb against the back of your hand before looking down at his feet. "I know that you're scared. You don't know me, and you don't trust me, but know this; I will never hurt you. I feel like I must protect you, and if that means I have to sacrifice my wellbeing so you're safe and happy, I'd do it in a heartbeat."

You pulled your hands into your lap and gulped. "But why?"

Steve hesitated before answering. "Because I love you."

~

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[nothingunrealistic]

be more chill, august 4, 2019

Cast: Troy Iwata as Rich, OBC otherwise

More Than Survive

“girls! …boys!” is still in the show! Jeremy Heere: Not Cishet

there’s a drawing of a tesseract on the blackboard in the classroom. what are they teaching these kids?

there are posters advertising several school clubs, including chess club and Spanish club. (those were the only ones I could make out.)

Jeremy doesn’t even look at Christine when she’s telling him there’s something written on his backpack.

for most of Michael’s solo, Jeremy just looks frustrated with Michael for not listening to him, rather than relieved to see him.

as Michael and Jeremy are harmonizing on “Christiiiine,” Christine (having already signed up for the play) runs around them in circles. Naruto running, to be specific.

I Love Play Rehearsal

Michael physically shoves Jeremy into rehearsal as he’s verbally hyping himself up to go in.

when Jeremy asks if this is where to meet for the play, Christine looks around in disbelief and gestures to the podium when telling him it’s actually where to meet for the swim team, and Jeremy goes “what??” and spins around looking equally disbelieving.

after telling Jeremy that play rehearsal is “fun,” Christine shuts herself up — and then very gradually turns around to look back at Jeremy, and sees he’s still listening attentively, which gives her the courage to say more.

the few times Jeremy speaks in this scene, his speech is even more stilted than in the first scene, and he practically doubles over from nerves at some points — most notably when Christine comes VERY close to kissing him and then pulls away to Scream. 

Jeremy anticipates Christine saying that play rehearsal is starting “now,” and starts to form the word “now” just as she says “soon” instead.

Jeremy gets shoved off his chair by Rich and ends up on the floor, as do most of the characters.

Jeremy’s expressions throughout Jake and Christine’s conversation epitomize “looking into the camera like you’re on The Office,” especially after Jake describes Juliet as “that girl who died.” when Jake is telling Christine about the pressure he always feels, he not-so-subtly flexes his arm muscles, and Jeremy looks at his own arm with disappointment.

Christine leans on the podium in an obvious attempt to look Cool And Casual while Jake is talking to her, though she’s clearly nervous, and surprised when Jake tells her he’s doing the play for her.

the other ninety percent of this post is under the cut (with pictures!)

The Squip Song

I’ve seen Gerard’s Rich described as trying to fight/resist his SQUIP throughout this song and clearly not wanting to tell Jeremy what he’s telling him. Troy’s Rich isn’t anything like that — other than smacking himself to snap out of lisping, he doesn’t seem to be having an issue with his SQUIP at all.

Jeremy, on the other hand, spends the whole song flinching away from Rich — on Rich’s string of “then then then then then…” Jeremy is continually backing away from him, until he’s backed all the way into the proscenium and Rich is RIGHT in front of him.

on the “blip” of “on the school social map you’re just a blip!” Rich boops Jeremy’s nose, which would be adorable if Jeremy weren’t terrified.

in his reprise of the song, Jeremy attempts the hand choreography that Rich was doing in telling him about the SQUIP, and fails miserably.

Two-Player Game 

Michael is drinking the Crystal Pepsi that he’s comparing Jeremy to. that can’t be safe.

when Mr. Heere enters, Michael is curled up on the floor, so only his back and feet are visible to Mr. Heere — no wonder he didn’t recognize Michael.

Mr. Heere and Michael exchange Understanding looks behind Jeremy’s back after “that’s why most people aren’t your father.”

The Squip Enters

the Scary Stockboy communicates exclusively in grunts for several lines. think Tim Allen on Home Improvement.

Jake, Christine, and Jenna are looking on in confusion as Jeremy is first talking to his SQUIP, and he gestures to Christine that he’s okay.

Be More Chill, Pt. 1

Jeremy has fun following the SQUIP’s instructions at first — he goes over the top with arching his back, puffing out his chest, and walking with Swagger, looking cheerful all the while. he doesn’t look unhappy until the SQUIP tells him that “all your nerdiness is ugly,” which it does while physically moving his head/face around with its hands to look at him better. (it does that to him a couple other times too.)

after “everything about you makes me want to die,” Jeremy mutters “oh God, oh no” repeatedly, in addition to breathing hard and fast. in this song, and throughout the first act, he mouths “what?” and other phrases to himself in reaction to everything happening around him.

Troy plays a mall employee in the mall scenes, rather than whatever character Gerard plays.

the mall people get Right up in Jeremy’s face when telling him he sucks.

the girl’s shirt Jeremy picks out is the shirt Chloe’s holding in this picture, which is nothing like what I would have expected.

Do You Wanna Ride?

Brooke’s attempts at seduction involve twirling around the straw from her can of La Croix (which sprays some in Chloe’s eye), crawling on the floor, and shoving the can into Jeremy’s chest. oh, Brooke.

Brooke also emphasizes the “ex” when telling Jeremy about her ex-boyfriend.

Be More Chill, Pt. 2

“I can… access the mall security cameras” is clearly a hasty lie from the SQUIP.

Jeremy falls asleep sideways on his bed once he gets home, and the SQUIP makes him tuck himself in — possibly the first instance of it controlling Jeremy’s body?

Sync Up

while opening his laptop, Jeremy makes beeping noises to the melody of More Than Survive, which is also playing in the background at that moment.

“I was just going to check my email” was delivered angrily rather than defensively. 

Jeremy’s “ooooh” in response to his vision being fixed is also Tim Allen-esque.

as Jake passes by, the SQUIP tells Jeremy to “make a fist,” just in time for Jake to do an elaborate handshake/fist bump with Jeremy.

while the SQUIP is telling Jeremy about Chloe’s obsession with status, Chloe is leaning against the side of a bank of lockers, trying to collect herself and calm down.

Brooke reads the French phrase she’s using to try to impress Jeremy off of her hand.

during various instrumental breaks, Jeremy does the Squip Song hand choreography in sync with Rich and later the SQUIP, and cycles through greeting all the other students (bumping hips with and high fiving people, taking a selfie with Jenna, etc). it’s a great illustration of the “good hand-eye coordination” allegedly required for success in life and for how the SQUIP is helping Jeremy already, and also just really cool to watch. the lack of an applause break after the song was disappointing because I desperately wanted to clap for all that.

A Guy That I’d Kinda Be Into

Brooke is hovering over Chloe’s shoulder while Chloe is confronting Christine about Jake, even twirling her hair in time with Chloe doing the same. 

the curtains part on the school’s stage to reveal Rich twerking. he immediately scurries off.

most of Jenna’s Midsummer lines are delivered in a normal voice, but “one thousand years ago this midsummer” is in the most over-the-top Shakespearean voice imaginable.

Jeremy starts coughing the moment the SQUIP stops delivering his monologue through him, and looks shocked that it happened at all.

Christine is carrying the box of prop hearts when complimenting Jeremy on how Into This he is. wonderful visual symbolism.

as previously mentioned, the extended bowling ball dialogue (all occurring while the SQUIP looks on in confusion and disgust):

Christine: …and at the end, I give birth to the bowling ball! Jeremy [clapping]: That sounds awesome! And very… theatrical! Christine: Well, thank you. If you don’t mind — [hands over the bowling ball] Jeremy: Oh, yeah — Christine: Just for a moment… [both cooing over the “baby”] Christine: Don’t cry, you’re just a BALL! [takes it from Jeremy’s arms and rolls it offstage; both laughing] Christine: Ten! Jeremy: Win!

the other students pass back and forth behind the partly open curtains with the prop hearts (which are hinged in the middle) before passing between Jeremy and Christine with them.

Christine gets very close to Jeremy’s face, as if to kiss him, again, before revealing that the guy that she’d kinda be into is Jake.

Upgrade

Brooke sits on the ground and clings to/wraps herself around Jeremy’s legs while telling him about Eminem’s death; she slides onto Jeremy’s lap from a higher row of the bleachers to kiss him, and when the scene cuts back to them he fully gets up and off the bleachers to ask why she likes him.

Britton Smith’s vibrato. end of note.

during the overlapping “I’m tired of being the person that everyone thinks that I am,” the teens repeatedly cross the stage, finally arranging themselves in a V behind Jeremy until he jumps back onto the bleachers, telling the SQUIP that “this is way too intense!”

Loser Geek Whatever 

exact words from my notes: “Will Fucking Roland did THAT” 

he spends the first verse and chorus sitting on the top row of the bleachers, only standing and walking down the bleachers in the second verse.

the act still ends with the SQUIP ominously reaching for Jeremy just as the lights go down.

Halloween

Jenna arrives wearing a mask as part of her clown costume — not quite like the clown from IT, but in that same vein of creepiness.

some new dialogue between Brooke and Jeremy after he compliments her costume:

Jeremy: I mean… it’s amazing. You’re amazing. Brooke: That’s what I like about Halloween. It’s the one night I get to be something I’m not. Jeremy: What’s wrong with the way you are? Brooke: You’re sweet, Jeremy. You need a drink.

Christine vanishes after Jake tells her that “the keg’s over there” and walks away.

Chloe is talking to Jeremy on the couch at one point before they both leave, presumably telling him about Brooke’s “surprise.”

Do You Wanna Hang? 

the best way I can describe the choreography/staging of this song is that, like Brooke, Chloe has wildly inaccurate ideas about what “sexy,” is, and less like Brooke, she has wildly inaccurate ideas of what constitutes consent. (this post explains it well.)

the SQUIP makes Jeremy walk over to Chloe (in an extremely jerky/robotic fashion) while he’s expressing surprise that she’s jealous of Brooke. to which she responds “obviously, I am NOT” while obviously crying.

Brooke shows up after Chloe tells Jeremy that “I’m bored of you anyway,” and Jake soon follows, yelling that they’d better not be having sex on his parents’ bed because “I specifically told everyone that was off limits!” 

after Jake chases Jeremy out, Brooke stays behind to ask Chloe “how could you?” Chloe’s response, delivered so drunkenly that is isn’t even an answer to the question: “I’m so wasted right now.”

Michael In The Bathroom

“what’s not on the Internet?” got a lot of laughter.

Michael and Jeremy’s argument isn’t about luck, but about who’s looking out for Jeremy:

Michael: Think, man! We’re talking an insanely powerful supercomputer! And you’re using it to, what, get laid? Did it ever occur to you that there could be consequences? That you’re messing with something you don’t understand? Jeremy: You’re the one who said technology isn’t dangerous. Michael: Yeah, unless you use it like you. Jeremy: And I thought Chloe was jealous. Michael: I’m trying to look out for you. Jeremy: Oh, really? Because I think you’re pissed that I have one and you don’t.  Michael: Oh, come on, man. Jeremy: I’m looking out for myself, for the first time in my life. With my history, I think I deserve that. 

the jack-o’-lanterns hanging overhead flash in time with the “knock knock knock knock/clang clang clang clang/[etc.]” lines.

they really do take the bathtub away like in the rehearsal videos! bizarre choice if you ask me, but I’m not Stephen Brackett, so they didn’t ask me. 

A Guy That I’d Kinda Be Into (Reprise)

Brooke enters in the background just as Jeremy is sitting on the couch with Christine, stops to look at him sadly, and then leaves without saying anything; he doesn’t notice her at all.

Christine now tells Jeremy that Jake is upstairs fighting with Chloe, rather than having makeup sex, and that she dumped him because “I know he seems like this confident guy on the outside, but… under that he had this whole other layer, he was sensitive and sweet. And then the third layer was like, this underlying total jerk layer.”

at this particular show, Jeremy and Christine’s mutual weird noises were just full-throated screaming. 

Christine advises Gingivitis to “drink water!” as he stumbles offstage.

over the course of them making weird noises at each other, Jeremy ends up lying on the couch with his legs hanging over the armrest, a pose I’d seen before in at least one piece of fanart but hadn’t realized was actually in the show.

Christine no longer gives any explanation of why she can’t date Jeremy — she just apologizes and runs off. the SQUIP’s return moments later is met with a very morose “look who decided to show up.”

The Smartphone Hour (Rich Set A Fire)

Brooke has a pair of earbuds that she briefly poses with (holding them taut overhead) before tossing them away just like her banana.

The Pants Song

at the SQUIP’s advice, Jeremy “disengages” from the conversation with his dad about the party; Mr. Heere says not to “hide behind [his] phone,” but Jeremy doesn’t look up until his mom is mentioned.

Jeremy’s rant about how his dad can’t act like a father and just keeps waiting for his mom to come back ends with “No wonder she’s gone.”

upon seeing Mr. Heere, Michael hides whatever it is he’s using to smoke (I don’t think it’s a bong but I have no idea what it actually is) among a bunch of garden gnomes.

“do you love him?” is followed by a record scratch (or maybe shredding on a string instrument?) and the music completely stopping long enough for Michael to respond.

Michael straightens/tugs down his boxer briefs during the second chorus.

“somewhat reluctantly” is followed by a recorder trill that’s not in the album recording.

Mr. Heere opens up his robe on “real literal pants” and shows off his distinct lack of pants to the audience before Michael urges him to put all that away.

The Pitiful Children

when Jeremy arrives at school, Chloe and Jake are arguing about who’s worse off:

Jake: No, no, no. You were messing around with Jeremy in my parents’ room! Chloe: You dumped me for a theatre girl! Jake: Hey, come on, Chlo. I broke my legs! Chloe: You broke my heart. Jake: Well, my house burned down! Chloe [furiously]: You had it coming! Jenna: Oh my God, guys, did you see me on TV? Chloe, Jake, and Brooke: Not now, Jenna!

Brooke’s confrontation of Jeremy now mentions her ex:

Jeremy: Hey, it’s so crazy, right, with Rich and the fire — Brooke: You knew my last boyfriend cheated on me. And you did it anyway. Did you even like me? Or were you just using me to get to someone else? Jeremy: No —  Brooke: I am not a sexy dog you can kick, Jeremy. I am a person. [cue Chloe calling her like a dog]

Christine says “I guess I’ll just do theatre” with heavy irony — she realizes that doing theatre won’t fix anything that she’s upset about.

on the first chorus, all the teens (who had left the stage) walk back through again, as if to remind Jeremy of who exactly the pitiful children in question are.

Jeremy adds Mountain Dew to the beaker first, followed by a few SQUIPs, which frankly seems like the worst order to do that in.

Jeremy sounds more stilted again (more like in act 1) when offering Jenna the excuse about preparing Pansy Serum. he still asks Jenna “how are you feeling today?” but doesn’t immediately interrupt her to offer her a SQUIP:

Jenna: No one’s ever asked me that before. I know everything about everyone at this school, but no one ever wants to know me. SQUIP: You can help her. Offer her a drink. Jeremy: I can’t trick her into drinking a pill! SQUIP: She would do anything to feel like she belonged. Jenna: I would do anything to feel like I belong. Jeremy: Then would you maybe want to… drink this? Jenna: What’s in it? Jeremy: A supercomputer from Japan that’ll solve all your problems. Oh, and Mountain Dew. Jenna [cheerfully]: Okay!

the same blue screens/user agreement that appeared in the projections during The Squip Enters appear again behind Jenna, during her singing to the melody of The Smartphone Hour, suggesting that that’s the moment when her SQUIP fully activates.

by the end of the song, Jeremy has joined in on the choreography with the SQUIP ensemble. at times the SQUIP guides him through it by standing right behind him and placing its arms under his, a gesture that returns in The Play.

The Play 

after Jeremy’s attempt to convince Christine to get a SQUIP totally fails, his SQUIP enters from above, being gradually lowered from the ceiling onto the stage.

Mr. Reyes gives Brooke the Pansy Serum onstage (as in, on the stage of A Midsummer Nightmare About Zombies) and she drinks it through a straw. (how did the SQUIP even get through it?)

the SQUIP explains its reasoning behind taking over more than just the student body:

SQUIP [over building music]: And why stop with the school? There’s an entire world of suffering people who need my help! It’s the glorious destiny for which I was programmed! And I never would have discovered it without… you.  [music cuts out] Jeremy: …Oh, shit.

Rich physically shows up and yells “I NEED MOUNTAIN DEW RED!” when Jeremy is remembering him doing just that at the party. I tried to describe the staging but couldn’t put it into words so here’s a picture

Jeremy glitches even more than is on the cast recording, from the moment he first tries to say “I’m sorry,” and the lights in the set itself flash in time with his glitching; when he isn’t talking or being forced to hit Michael, he’s clutching his neck/throat and bending over in pain.

Jeremy knocks Michael to the floor with a punch, which was met with gasps and silence until Michael said “then why are you hitting me?” (an understatement, really.)

Jake pours the Mountain Dew Red either down a sink or into a laundry bin (either way, it’s not just onto the floor.) after telling Jeremy and Michael that his SQUIP blocked his pain receptors, he jumps a few times and says, “Now I don’t hurt anymore… here… or here,” first gesturing to his legs and then putting his hands over his heart.

when telling Jeremy they’re no longer mad at him, Brooke clings to Jeremy’s legs like she did in Upgrade, while Chloe wraps her arms around his neck and head; once they realize they see and like one another, they physically toss him aside.

the SQUIP urges Jeremy to “look how happy everyone is when they just get with the program!”

Michael tosses the bottle of Mountain Dew Red to Jeremy just before being knocked out and taken away by the SQUIP zombies.

the SQUIP zombies all bow to Christine when she appears. Christine gets VERY close to Jeremy during her solo, putting her hands on his chest and just generally being all over him.

once Christine’s finished singing, Jeremy is standing and watching her, the SQUIP telling him he can’t possibly drink the last drops, the hand that he’s holding the bottle with shaking uncontrollably as he tries to fight the SQUIP’s control… and then! his hand stops shaking as he gains the strength to physically knock the SQUIP back — and gives the bottle to Christine. 

Michael explains about the links between the SQUIPs that means destroying one will destroy them all, AS the deactivation sequence is happening. good for him for figuring it out so quickly, I suppose? it does mess a bit with the flow of the scene though.

Voices In My Head 

Rich’s “totally bi now” on Michael’s entrance is sung, sounding a lot like like “technically I’m homeless!” 

Michael tells Jeremy that after everyone at the play passed out, “the audience went totally crazy… they’re saying it’s the best school play in years.”

since Michael’s already explained the linking between the SQUIPs, his and Jeremy’s conversation now focuses on how Jeremy knew that destroying one would destroy them all (he didn’t — he “was just trying to save Christine”) and why Michael came to help him:

Jeremy: After everything I did, you were still there for me.  Michael: Oh, I was fully prepared to watch you suffer. Jeremy: Wow. Michael: But then someone reminded me, when you love someone, you…  [Mr. Heere enters] Michael: …it sounds better when he says it.

Michael fixes Jeremy’s sweatshirt while saying it’s reassuring that Jeremy still needs them.

after Rich suggests that Jeremy tell Christine that she “excites you sexually,” Jeremy points at Rich as if to say “is that right?” and Michael and Mr. Heere make frantic gestures to the effect of “NO IT ISN’T.”

Brooke tells Jeremy that she’s still mad at him, but also over him, and Jenna’s arm is on her shoulder the whole time. considering that Chloe and Jake are being similarly affectionate in that scene, it certainly suggests that Brooke and Jenna are a couple now.

Jake dabs after offering his own advice, and Jeremy dabs in response.

Christine revealing that Ruth Bader Ginsberg was her SQUIP also got a big laugh.

instead of Jeremy bending down to kiss Christine, he kneels down in a sort of lunging position, and Christine runs into his arms to kiss him.

the repetition of “the loudest one is mine!” is accompanied by all the teens hugging and high fiving one another and dancing together. they’re all in love… 

Stage door

Troy Iwata was the first to come out and sign things, and someone standing near me shouted “Troy’s our boy!”

George Salazar came out second, not long after Troy and first went around posing for selfies with everyone before going around a second time to actually sign things.

after a while of waiting, the band came out — no idea if they signed anything, but they got cheers, especially the theremin player.

#be more chill #jeremy heere #michael mell #christine canigula #jake dillinger #rich goranski #brooke lohst #chloe valentine #jenna rolan #the squip #mr heere #sometimes i write #this took a frankly unreasonable amount of time

[lostgirlrewatch]

1x05 - Dead Lucky

Written by:  Emily Andras

Directed by: John Fawcett

Original Air Date:  October 17, 2010

It’s Emily Andras’s first episode, and it’s good. Bo gets solicited (kidnapped) for a job by some Dark Fae. They want her to find some guy who cheated at gambling and walked away with their money. Meanwhile, Dyson continues to be gross, the overarching plot progresses, and Kenzi is still the best character.

Bo and Dyson set boundaries for their new friends-with-benefits arrangement. What’s sad is that one of Bo’s rules actually has to be, “I get to take whatever cases I want.” As if she needs his permission.

His response? “As long as you tell me what cases you do take.” Gross, Dyson. Why the need to know her business? Creepy over-protectiveness? I mean, I’m sure cleaning up after Bo’s mistakes is annoying, but I doubt it’s just a professional interest.

“Sorry about your, uh...”

“Get in the van.”

“...nuts.”

Man, the cringey puns in this show…*stiff laughter* I sure missed them…

Ooh…this is Emily Andras’s first episode! We’ll be seeing a lot more of her name in the credits as the series goes on…the mark she left on the show is indelible, and her influence cannot be understated. 

“Mama’s too tired to chat. Oh, but could you call Dyson and tell him I’d love to talk? Thanks.”

“Will do. Partner.”

Yikes.

Oh, and this next scene. Kenzi is not too pleased with Bo’s priorities.

Andras’s first episode and Kenzi is awfully snarky. Or at least, a fair bit snarkier than we’ve seen her in the first four episodes. She has every right to be. We’re starting to peel back the layers, get a little more access to the different dimensions of her personality. I adore that Kenzi is so defensive of Bo, but more than that—she’s mad at Dyson on a personal level. On some level, she had accepted him into her circle. By accepting him as a love interest for Bo, she accepted him as being worthy of being her friend. Even if it was in a small way, she placed her faith in him and he betrayed her. 

This kind of thing does not go over well for a person like Kenzi, who has been so deeply hurt in the past and does not open up to others easily. When you are hurt, it takes a lot of courage to get to a place where you are comfortable trusting someone again. When people turn around and betray that trust, it absolutely fucks with you and reinforces the original wound. Again, this is all in regards to a relatively minor incident, but we can still see signs of Kenzi’s trust issues in her behavior. 

And the little note she slaps on Dyson that says, “I’m stupid,” is such a weak comeback that you just know she’s a sap at heart and would be willing to forgive him once she’s ready. It displays that sort of childish side to her personality. A child who was forced to grow up too quickly, but one who still has that sort of vulnerability to her.

“When did he….bite it?” Lmao. Kenzi’s inability to deal with genuine displays of emotion is so endearing and heartbreaking.

“Rules are meant to be broken.” Bo says, in spite of everything she laid out with Dyson and in spite of the fact that she knows it will end badly if she continues to be emotionally involved. And Bo’s got this sort of impish, childish side to her, too. In a different way. Again, an almost teenager-ish immaturity.

Ooh, Kenzi and Hale’s first real interaction. Interesting.

“I don’t give a rat’s ass what any of you think. Only Bo.”

Well, that sure is a corpse you’re objectifying. This guy is gross.

I love when Bo and Kenzi tag team in a fight.

Hale, it wouldn’t hurt if you stopped making those “Getting better” comments as if Kenzi needs your approval to be a badass. Just saying.

Which. She really, really is.

Dyson is like, totally crazy.

This moment is incredibly unflattering for him. There’s something about the way he completely loses it when control of the situation is taken out of his hands and he is rendered helpless, and how viciously he responds when Bo is in a remotely tight spot in a fight. It rubs me the wrong way, and I suspect a lot of others as well.

And Dyson and Kenzi are friends again. They know things about each other now that Bo doesn’t know. They are in each other’s confidence.

This might be the first episode that portrays the Dark Fae as not inherently evil.

“I’d make a bad snack. Never had much luck.” Oh, my. “You taste like a survivor.” Looks like that hit.

“Maybe it’s better not knowing family. It’s complicated.” This, plus the comment she made earlier in the episode about how she learned everything she knows about back room poker from her father. Kenzi makes a couple of offhand comments about her family in this episode that hint at a fraught relationship with them, and almost read to me like a cry for help. (Though I’m biased.) Obviously in this scene, Bo is having a moment which takes the focus, but at the very least, earlier with that poker comment, it seemed like a good opportunity to maybe…ask her to talk more about that experience, if she felt like it.

I kind of get the vibe that Emily Andras saw Kenzi on the page and zoned in on her right away, because she could just tell, like. This is the one. This character is worth delving into. And she sure does.

Some takeaways from this episode—we’re digging deeper into Kenzi’s pain and insecurities. Kenzi and Hale form the foundations of a friendship for the first time, as do Kenzi and Dyson. We start to see Dyson’s problematic overprotective man bullshit start to rear its ugly head. And boy, is it ugly. The Dark Fae aren’t necessarily any more morally ambiguous than the Light. And of course, on a plot level, we learn that Bo’s mother is alive, went through what looks like some fucked up shit (spoilers: it was) and is coming for her…whatever that means.

#lost girl #bo dennis #kenzi malikov #bo and kenzi #dyson #dybo #not tagging either of those as anti because...this is well within the realm of critical discussion imo #i will be tagging doccubus as anti most of the time #hale santiago #i dont know what hale and kenzi's ship name is #1x05

[marcoacesabo]

That accidental summoning story is glorious, I laughed so hard I choked XD I feel bad for all of them though. Ace away from anything he ever knew, and the blondes having to hunt him down... I foresee a lot of bullet wounds xD

Ace carefully made his way through the forest. He chooses to use the tree branches as a means of travel careful not to leave any tracks for the kidnappers. He’s not sure where he is, not sure what kind of creepy cult picked him up but it would be an embarrassment to his mercenary upbringing if he lets them catch him again.

Once Gramps find out how they caught him in the first place things will get ugly. Not only for the kidnappers but Ace himself. He can hear the lecture of trusting others now….

He knew something was funny about that restaurant, he suspected it was a front the moment he walked in but he let himself eat the sandwich they obviously drugged and now here he was. Playing the prey in two mad men's game of Dungeons and Dragons. 

The blonds dressed like wannabe wizards, complete with the pointy hats and everything. It was kind of cute, but too bad for them being crazy nutjobs kinda ruin they looks and adorable outfits.

Ace had no idea what they were saying, nor did he understand what kind of circle thing that was, but he did know that they had a collar with a chain that they wanted to put on him. For him, that was all he needed to know to bail. 

Escaping had been easy, maybe too easy, and he didn’t even want to know why a cult dressed up in realistic furry costumes were after him but Ace sure as hell wasn’t going to let them catch him.

The problem was he only had his six guns on him. Which would be an impressive number if the guns weren’t six shots each. He had his emergency back up ammo, but that brought his number of bullets to forty-two. Not a whole lot against a freaky cult that apparently had its own castle, with who knows how many cultists running in it’s walls.

Gramps had taught Ace how to shoot a man’s finger off before teaching him how to drive but even his sharpshooting wouldn’t do much once the cult brought out their own firepower.

The only other weapons he has on him are his dagger and his position throwing knives. But those won’t do much either.

He was outgunned and outnumbered. The only consolation was that clearly he wasn’t outclassed and the only reason he wasn’t playing slave to the freaks. 

His best bet right now was to find somewhere safe to regroup, then try to contact someone he knew. If he would just find a town or a phone maybe he could get Gramps to send someone over. 

But for the past hour, the only thing for miles was thick forest. Ace was starting to think this was an island which made things worst as he suspecting the only settlement was the castle he did not want to go back to. 

Hearing a sound, Ace quickly stops his branch hopping, stepping back to hide in the shadow of the branches.  Below him, the bushes shake a tiny bit signaling someone is coming.

He reaches down, pulling out two handguns, aiming them at the spot. Narrowing his eyes he waits to see what it is, finger hair space away from pulling the trigger.

A little boy breaks through the bush, falling as he attempts to force his way through the branches that have caught his clothes.

Ace’s finger never leaves their spot but the hesitation is there. The boy is young maybe around five or six. His clothes are all but rags were thrown on top of each other and he is had varies cuts and bruises.   

 Watching him move, Ace can tell, he’s untrained in any means of combat and he’s scared. A lost little boy?

The kid finally managed to pull his clothes free but the force he does so throw him off balance. He falls backward, rolling on the little hill and lays on the ground stun. 

Then he starts to cry.

Seeing enough Ace swings down, causing the kid to look up in terror. Which is fair Ace is still kinda holding one gun. He tries his best to give a smile that would put Luffy at ease as he holds his hands up  “Hey there. Are you lost?”

The kid’s face twists into confusion, but there is still a healthy amount of fear on his face. He opens his mouth shuttering out what could have been a response. But the words mean squat to Ace.  “I have no idea what you’re saying there buddy. Wouldn’t happen to speak English would you?”

The kid is trembling now, more tears rolling down his face as he crawls backward. Ace frowns, not taking another step. A child should not be that scare of an adult.  (He forgets to think about the gun in his hands since he was raised with them all around him and honestly thinks it was a normal childhood) 

He considers his options before he attempts in Spanish  “You wouldn’t happen to know where we are would you?”

The kid suddenly bursts into pleas. He may not understand what he is saying but the tone and the bowing make it pretty obvious his general message.

“Hey hey hey”  Ace waves one hand about  “I’m not going to hurt you. I-”

A shout from behind him, plus the whoosh of something being thrown has Ace springing forward, grabbing the kid and rolling out of the way of a spear. It implies itself into the ground. 

landing a control roll, he glares up at the cult that seemed to have found him. This time it’s a group of spear-wielding lions. The kid is sobbing against his chest.

“Don’t worry.” Ace aims his gun taking two shots that cripple the front two.  “I won’t let them hurt you kid.”

“Sirs the spirt was spotted at the edge of the forest near the East Human Village!” 

Sabo looks up to where the youngest of the lion cubs is kneeling, hand tightening against his spell books.  “That’s almost outside our lands. If the Spirits get out we will be held accountable for everything it does.”

Marco looks equally as troubled. “Why is it going to the village though? Humans aren’t worth stealing souls from.”

The lion cub makes a noise.  “When my squad found him he was speaking to a human child. Apparently, the boy snuck into the forest to try and find some food for his sick mother. The spirit caught him in the act and the child was begging for mercy.”

Sabo’s face tightens. Disgusting humans thinking they come could come onto his land, and steal his food. Well as soon as they wrapped up this Spirit business that village will be burned to the ground as an example. They can’t have others thinking they can do the same now, can they?

“Lead us to the battle. We have to seal away the evil spirit yoi”

The cub gives them a nod, standing from the kneel to run into the forest a hasty “This way my Lords!” over his shoulder.

 Digging his heels into the horse’s side Sabo follows in a fast gallop praying to any stars that they can win this battle. It’s when they arrive however that they know it’s useless. 

The cub lets lose a wounded noise, sounding broken as he runs over to the battlefield. On the floor Lion men lay, injured or dead he can’t tell, but Sabo feels rage the likes of which he hasn’t in a long while at the cub tries to wake his father with broken pleas.

“It got away,” Marco growls, dismounting. He walks around stopping at a tree with a familiar hole in it. The Spirts strange tube. “But it will pay for this. Sabo use some healing magic on the lion men. We can’t lose any more.”

Sabo is already mid casting hands glowing with warmth as his magic reaches out. He breathes a sigh of relief to find no one dead, quickly fixing the damage. It seems the spirt had cut them this time with a blade. 

Marco continues with a dark hiss. “I have a village I need to visit. Something tells me those humans have more than stealing to answer to.” 

In the older mages’ hand, an orange hat that they saw on the Spirit rests alongside shreds of child clothes that are obviously human making.

#MarcoAceSabo #Pre-relationship #Established MarcoSabo #Mischevious spirit summoning au #Marco and Sabo may be actaul villains #launge barriers #Ace is a tigger-happy mercenary #Anonymous

[katie-dub]

The Princess of White Chapel (12/12)

Dr Killian Jones is having a terrible day. He’s got a mission, he’s got a time machine, he’s got … drunk. What could possibly go wrong?

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Rated M for alcohol use, violence, minor character death, frank discussions of depression and grief.

I can’t believe we’re at the end - thank you to all of you for reading, to my betas, the ever fantastic @distant-rose and @ultraluckycatnd, and to the talented @princesse-swan for creating beautiful art for me.

Now, on with the show!

One Year Later

He was on a pirate ship, hand and hook on the ship’s wheel. The salty sea breeze felt good against his skin, soothing the heat of the hot, summer sun. Princess Emma was leaning against the railings, smiling brighter than any star in the sky and giggling as the breeze wafted her curls across her face.

Lily circled lazily overhead, on guard for attack from pirates, the Evil Queen, or the villain Rumplestiltskin. But those dark clouds on the horizon could not spoil this moment, for he was here with his love. He was at peace.

“Dr Jones, Dr Jones, calling Dr Jones!” Despite being fast asleep just moments ago, Killian's reactions were laser fast. His arm shot out and he answered the phone as he yanked it to his ear.

“I can send you to another bloody realm you know, Scarlet,” he growled. “Don’t test me.”

“Oh really?” Belle replied. He pulled the phone away from his ear to squint at it in confusion. Will’s face pouted up at him in a ridiculous kiss face.

“Why are you using Will’s phone?”

“Forgot to put mine on charge last night.”

“You never forget to put your phone on charge.” Killian could practically hear her blush at his unspoken accusation.

“Yeah, well, we were.. Um. Busy,” she blustered.

“Well, well, well Miss French. Find yourself busy with our dear Will often? If so, I'd suggest you get your jabs. You don't know where that boy's been.”

“Killian!” Belle was equal parts indignant and embarrassed. “What we - if I - look, if you're still coming to book group, can you bring that book you told me about?”

“I wouldn't miss it for the world.”

“Really? I thought you might feel a bit uncomfortable, what with the subject matter…”

He glanced over at his copy of Atonement on his nightstand. “Lovers cruelly torn apart before their love story had truly begun? Yeah, I know that feeling.”

“Sorry.” Killian felt as though he could hear Belle's wince through the phone. “Honestly, I'll understand if it's too much.”

“It's fine, love. The counselling is helping me to cope with everything. At least this couple got their happily ever after, if only in fiction.”

He briefly wondered what he and Emma’s fictional happy ending would have been. He could practically see it, him gazing at her in adoration as they said their vows, her radiant smile as he dipped her into their first kiss as husband and wife.

He realised that he hadn't been listening to Belle at all, caught up in a love story that could never be. “... Should I stop by your place on the way?”

“Sure, you can tell me all about how Will finally tricked you into accepting that date.”

“I heard that!” Will shouted in the background.

“I meant you to!” Killian called back.

Belle sighed. “I'll see you at 7.”

“Bye. Don’t do anything I wouldn't do.” He raised his voice. “And, yes, that includes Will.” He was expecting the sudden silence that greeted his words. He may give Belle a hard time, but he really was pleased that they'd finally got their act together.

His eyes flicked to the time on his phone. 8:15am. Too late to go back to sleep, but he didn't quite feel ready to leave the comfort of his bed behind and face the world.

Instead, he pulled up Facebook and scrolled through his feed.

Cute baby.

Cute baby.

Woah, seriously ugly baby. Bloody hell, what an unfortunate face, Killian thought to himself, swiping just a little faster away from the photo.

Robin Locksley shared a post from The Guardian:

A Crocodile in our Midst

“One year on from the appearance of the London Dragon, and the start of the Enchanted Disaster, we now know one man was behind it all. Robert Gold. Now that the scale of Gold’s influence and empire built on favours, deceit and corruption at the highest levels has been revealed, we ask; what lessons can we learn?”

He hesitated. Stared at the post long and hard. He should have known his feed would be full of stories like this today.

He couldn’t read it now. Perhaps he never would be able to. He’d been through enough in the past year, reporting to the Darling Inquiry, to the police, to the university.

He was finally in a better place. People finally knew what a monster Gold really was, had always been. He was working alongside Dr Smee at Imperial College London. He was getting out more. He was having regular sessions with Dr Hopper.

But still.

He sighed and continued to scroll.

Holiday photos.

Cute children.

Cute dog.

Cute baby.

Aurora Rosen shared a post from The Daily Mail “People are so mean!!! Leave this family alone!!!”:

‘Leave our princess in peace!’ plead Ashley and Sean Herman

Alexandra Herman stole all of our hearts as the face of the Enchanted Disaster, a beautiful little girl lost in another world. Her parents’ campaign for her safe return had a happy ending, but now that she is safely home, they beg for privacy.  

Cute baby.

Holiday photos.

Ironic “wish you were here” post of a dowdy living room presumably intended to get a laugh, but coming off a little too bitter.

Ruby Lucas shared a post from OK! Magazine UK “Get it girls ;)”:

A Royal Romance for Rapunzel

“Singer Rapunzel and Princess Elsa open up for the first time about how their shared ordeal kidnapped by Gold led to them finding love.”

So many people had been brought together by the strange happenings in town, and what did he have to show for it? Two pictures on his wall. Emma’s sketch of a swan and the recent painting he’d done of a swan on the Thames that had made him smile. The first painting he’d done since she’d left that he actually thought worthy of hanging on the wall. Yes, it was lovely to feel that Emma had helped him to rediscover his love of painting, which gave him a link to both of his lost loves, but still... A painting couldn't ask about his day, couldn’t hold him at night, couldn’t borrow his phone when it forgot to charge its own phone because of their more enjoyable activities.

God he never thought he’d be jealous of Will bloody Scarlett.

Killian sighed and put his phone to one side. It was no good. Everything was making him think of Emma. It was still several hours until he had to be at their spot, he needed a better distraction than social media.

He’d been putting off deep cleaning his fridge. No time like the present.

***

He was at their spot and the sun was shining. It wasn’t the harsh, oppressive and overwhelming heat of the previous year, but instead a gorgeous sunny day.

He should have been grateful that on his and Emma’s day, the weather was glorious, but he felt angry. There should be storms raging, torrential rain, unnatural, unseasonable fog. Something, anything to show that the world understood what he had lost.

This resentment wasn’t a new feeling to him. He’d spent years biting his tongue at the way his friends prodded him about his love life or how an acquaintance would casually refer to the loss of Milah or at the sight of Gold. His short time with Emma and the healing that he’d done in the past year had helped him to not feel overwhelmed by it. On a normal day.

But today, it was all too much.

Twice he had loved wholly, honestly and truly; and twice that love and joy had been ripped from him.

He could see how much more to life there was than just romantic love now. His therapy had helped him to appreciate the richness and beauty in all aspects of his life. But he was a passionate man and he longed to share his heart with another. The absence of that love left an emptiness inside him that caused a deep ache if he dwelt on it for long, because whoever heard of lightning striking thrice?

The beautiful day made him feel like the world was taunting him. It was just so unfair. Where was the sense in anything that had happened? As he seethed, questions whirled through his mind, he could feel his wrath taking over. His muscles tensed, he clenched his teeth, his chest felt tight as the tempest grew.

No.

Not today.

He needed to reclaim today as a celebration of his short time with Emma. He couldn’t let his fury win.

He stared at the water and tried to remember the mindfulness exercises that Dr Hopper had taught him to help him to cope. Eyes unfocused. Deep breaths. Feel the bench beneath him. Listen to the sounds around him. Notice how he felt. Don’t try to change it. Accept it. Sit with his feelings.

He caught a glimpse of golden hair.

“Swan?”

The woman spun, he knew it wouldn’t be her. He’d done this so many times before. Especially in the beginning. She had magic. She was from an entire realm full of magic. She could find a way. She would… He’d always been disappointed.

“Yes?” Green eyes looked back at him. She had soft cheeks, a dimpled chin, she was perfect. She couldn’t possibly be real. Then she frowned at him. “Do I know you? Because you said my name and now you’re doing some kind of creepy stalker thing and I’m really not into that.”

“Are you Emma Swan?”

She held up her hands and stepped back from him. “Listen, buddy -”

Killian shook his head. “I’m sorry, I’m being so weird. Um, you know the Enchanted Disaster that happened?”

“Yeah! Is it bad if I say that I thought it was cool as fuck? I may have snuck a niffler home. Kind of regretted that when the little fucker tore my purse to shreds looking for treasure.”

“OK, well, I met another you, from the Enchanted Forest.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah.”

“But I didn’t end up the other realm?”

“Not everyone switched places. Some people stumbled through portals. She was the first. Faced off against the London Dragon?”

“Oh god, I remember that! People kept asking where I’d learned how to do magic, didn’t like it when I said Hogwarts. But if you’re going to ask a dumb question...”

Killian laughed and nodded. This was so weird. She was Emma, but not Emma. She had the same dry sense of humour, but with the addition of pop culture references. He realised that he’d waited too long to say more, still overawed. “The dragon was actually friends with Emma,” he said, desperate for the conversation to continue.

Emma frowned at him and shook her head incredulously. “Oh come on! Now I know you’re making this up.”

“No really! I didn’t much like her, kind of a bitch and a major fire hazard. Honestly, I don’t miss having her in my flat.”

“You had Maleficent in your apartment?”

“I believe she’s Lily’s mother actually.”

Emma smirked at him. “Bullshit.” He just raised his eyebrows and cocked his head, trying to give off a “you keep telling yourself that” vibe as he grinned. “If I believe you then I have to accept that the street art I keep seeing of her looking like some kind of badass female Saint George is all anti-dragon propaganda. You have to let me have that vision, people buy me drinks because they think I’m her, I’ve gotten laid because of it.”

He laughed. “Far be it from me to cramp your style, Emma may not have actually slain the dragon, but she was definitely a badass. Have you seen the one of her looking like Wonder Woman with the lightsaber?”

“In the parking lot on Brick Lane? I love that one!”

“She loved it too. Of course, she didn’t actually know what a lightsaber was.” He laughed at the memory.

“Tell me you fixed that immediately or I’m not sure we can be friends.”

He laughed. “As if I would deny anyone a proper Star Wars education.” Emma nodded her approval. “Hey would you like to get a coffee?” The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them.

Emma shook her head and his face fell. “Sorry, er, what did you say your name was?”

“Killian,” he said, trying not to feel too sad. He studied his feet, wondering if the ground could just open up and swallow him. Of course she wouldn’t want to get coffee, this was so strange and he’d approached her in the weirdest possible way.

“Maybe we could get a hot chocolate instead?” He looked up at her in surprise. She shrugged. “I don’t drink coffee,” she said apologetically. “Is that ok?”

“Yeah.” He was dazed, stunned into stupidity by this new Emma Swan.

“Come on, I want to hear all about how awesome I am.” She winked at him. And for the first time since Princess Emma had stepped through that portal he felt that powerful feeling surging through him and lighting him up inside. For the first time since she left, Killian had hope.

#csbb #cs ff #captain swan #ouat ff #katie dub writes #tpowc

[terapsina]

fandom advent calendar! day five: someone who hates the "christmas season"

-ao3-

“Don’t be such a Grinch, Tahani.” Eleanor says, arms crossed, stare hard and a knitted red-and-green monstrosity clenched in her hands.

“Excuse me?” Tahani’s voice rises in pitch as she gasps in offense, hand going to her chest and drawing Eleanor’s eye to the low cut neckline of her dress.

“A Grinch. A Scrooge. A holiday curmudgeon. She who hates Christmas.” Eleanor lists off counting them down on her fingers theatrically as she does so.

“I know who Grinch is, thank you! And I am not that… that… ugly green creature.” Tahani says, arms flying around to emphasize her point. “I adore Christmas. My Christmas parties are the events of the year. I once raised 3 trillion dollars at my Winter Season Charity Gala. It was attended by my good friend Emma Thompson and-”

“Then you shouldn’t have any problem wearing this in the name of holiday spirit and keeping our covers.” Eleanor smiles sharply and once more extends the sweater at Tahani. And Tahani once more leans back as if she’s being offered lice.

Honestly saying the sweater looks like a Christmas tree threw up on it and made a woman’s portrait from the vomit would be a compliment, but if Eleanor’s being forced to wear one with a deranged clown in a Santa costume then she’s taking everyone else down with her.

Eleanor is almost impressed with Vicki’s new play at torturing them.

Showing up at Eleanor and Chidi’s house, with big fat crocodile tears running down her face and crying about how no one else wanted to be wearing the holiday sweaters she’d knitted for the occasion was pretty inspired. Michael was extra scornful, which she’s noticed happens when he wishes he’d have come up with it himself in one of his 802 previous attempts.

So, unfortunately, what the ‘Eleanor-who-thinks-she’s-in-heaven-by-mistake-and-must-pretend-to-be-a-good-person-and-totally-doesn’t-at-all-know-this-is-actually-the-bad-place’ was supposed to do was grit her teeth and fold with a pained smile.

On the bright side maybe there will finally be something that doesn’t make Tahani look like a fairy goddess and she can finally kill this unfortunate crush deader than a doornail.

—

Tahani’s angrily eating gingersnap cookies across the room and she looks gorgeous even in the sweater from hell (literally). Of course she does, Eleanor grabs her fourth glass of champagne and swallows it in one long gulp.

She looks down at the Santa Clown smiling up at her with its big, creepy, blood red grin. “Shut up! I’m going to burn you later you know that right?”

—

A lot of the rest of the night is gonna be blank but what Eleanor will remember the next morning is gonna be this:

—

All of them in a circle, as they all do end up ritually burning their sweaters in Tahani’s back yard. Even Chidi looking like he feels better after they go up in flames (his had the picture of two garish-looking red boots).

—

The satisfied smile on Tahani’s face as her sister’s likeness joins the bonfire being both terrifying and really hot.

—

The thought that Eleanor should totally tell her that.

—

“Hey, Tahani…”

—

Roasting marshmallows over the fire and trying to sing some dirty versions of traditional Christmas carols but ending up just giggling as soon as too many ‘forks’ join the lyrics.

—

“You’re way, way, way hotter than um… that sweater face, with the- things.”

—

A kiss that tastes like burnt sugar and cranberry punch and gingerbread.

—

Flashes of smooth bronze skin and silky long hair. A playful bite at her neck. Her own mouth traveling down a naked chest.

—

Eleanor wakes up warm and safe and really, really naked.

“Oh, bloody forking hell.” Curses a familiar British voice from behind her.

#fandomadventcalendar #elhani #eleanor x tahani #tahani x eleanor #eleanor shellstrop #tahani al jamil #the good place #tgp fic #otp: hey there hot stuff #fanfic #a day late but better that than never? #elhani fic

[florenceisnottrash]

10 reasons to stan Day6

A/N : I don’t know why but the tumblr keeps removing the gifs from this post... had to start again 3 times. Someone knows what’s up??

Guess who’s going to see Day6 in concert in Toronto this October?

ITS ME AND @hobi-my-hubby & @i-moved-kpopchangedme-i-moved

Guess who’s going to fkg MEET DAY6 THROUGH HI-TOUCH?

THAT’S RIGHT IT’S STILL US.

I really can’t believe I’ll be in the same place as Day6 and even meet them! It’s absolutely unreal! And all this with my best friends? We are so excited and hype and I promise I’ll keep you posted about my experience! 

Till then, here’s my love of Day6 condensed in one post! I’m happy they are finally getting the recognition they deserve, the came a long way and I couldn’t be prouder! This post is for the ones that are not yet stanning Day6 at 101%, but needs the extra push to do so. Enjoy!

1-Who doesn’t love a good ol’ band

We all have our moments where we need to listen to one specific type of music or songs… Well I don’t. Whatever is the circumstances, Day6 is always and will always be appropriate. If I’m crying my eyeballs out for x reason, Day6 is here to pump me up. If I happily enjoying a bath with the company of my favorite white wine, Day6 makes my bath 10x better.

And seriously, I don’t trust people that are like “Bands are not really my thing I prefer xxxxxxxx”. I completely understand people have preferences and all… but look… if you don’t like a band formed of 5 angelic looking boys with voices lovingly concocted by millions of angels and personalities made from the sweet mix of love, stupidity, more love and some judgmental looks, you are CEARLY WRONG.

It’s important to mention how Day6 have such a great variety of songs from slower to hyper one, all faintly tainted with a pinch of emo lol.

 2-Jae’s a social media KING

If you haven’t heard about the interactions on twitter between Jae and his fans… you must be living in a different galaxy. Even if you don’t stan Day6, you can’t stay indifferent at the sight of so many golden/sassy/priceless/” inspirational” /funny/ replies. And now he has a YouTube channel?? What did we, My Day, do to deserve so much quality content? Jae is literally everywhere on social media… We can see him in Edward Avila’s YouTube vlogs, in CocoSori’s Coco channel as well, on asc… the list just never ends. Who’s complaining though.

3-They let our fanfictional minds wander in unholy places by showing us their rooms and dorm

Ok.

Let’s all gather in circle, hold hands and talk about thE TRAUMATIC VLIVE WHERE THEY CASUALLY SHOW WHERE THEY SLEEP AND ALL AND LET’S CRY TILL OUR EYEBALLS FALL OFF THEIR SOQUETS.

I was smashing the pause button every time they were showing a new angle of the room Young K is sleeping in or a nice shirt that Sungjin could lend me to sleep in coughcoughcough I am so sorry.

This is a message to all the people sent from above to write fanfiction for our thirsty asses… go watch the vlive I was mentioning above and do an idol!au with their real dorm and hmu that would be AMAZING.

4- 1 month 1 song for A WHOLE YEAR YES PLEASE

MyDay are one of the only fandom that will not die of hunger this year. It just so crazy! I don’t have time to get over the August’s release when the September’s one comes! Just how are we supposed to keep up? Should I dedicate my life entirely on Day6?

They answer is: Fuck yeah gurl, fuck yeah.

January: (I wait) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O3nFopIjmjI February: (You were beautiful) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BS7tz2rAOSA March: (How can I say) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dwywhL1PenQ April: (I’m serious) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZmHQbzbM8pI May: (DANCE DANCE) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NAW0idSQ6Zs&t=54s June: (I smile) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g4V36AfI4Ng July: (Hi, hello) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D7c7rBv-FUU August: (What can I do) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4RJWqIEo_Tc September: (I loved you) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EwLMA5XYnKI

me looking for the new song when the new month starts

5- Sungjin’s rocker voice

I am 101% an absolute sucker for a soothing rocker-like voice. And Sungjin is serving it beautifully! His part in “I smile” anyone? I am imply mesmerized by his voice everytime he starts to sing. The power he got on me is incredible I am scared. 

6- They are juuuuust like us (poor af) 

The tweet where Jae tells us about how the cashier at Mc’Do told him she was a fan and his card was immediately declined after, letting him embarrassed and poor af, was so funny. I still have the screenshot in my phone and I look when I’m having a bad day lol. And when he went to Mc’Do again with Coco and his friend before a movie and took the cheapest meal for a grand total of 3$. Or When Young K got sooooo excited during a vlive when they went to a convenience store to by stuff and Jae told him he had the companies’ card and they didn’t have to pay for their food? Jae is us, Young K is us, Day6 is us. (And after they concert I’m 101% sure I won’t even be able to afford a 3$ BigMac.)

7- Dowoon is adorable

Just how cute can someone be? The way his ears turn red when he is getting shy is just the most adorable thing on earth. Seriously I don’t know what more to say? Look at this angel and cry with me.

#appreciateDowoonliketherestofdayheisperfect

LOOK

8- Dancing machines lol

I don’t know why I am adding a lol in there because THEY ACTUALLY ARE PRETTY GOOD DANCERS.

We say what Young K can do in term of dancing in asc and IT IS PRETTY FUCKING AMAZING. No wonder he nearly debuted in a dancing group with Wonpil!

You’ll also see Sungjin dancing like a dork but in reality, he is talented as well! He is just fooling with us on purpose ;)

I’ll probably ask Young K to do this dance for me

if this isn’t the funniest thing ever

9- ChooooKERS

Do you ever look in the mirror before going to school/work and think: “giiiIIRRRL, my choker so looks flippin’ cute, if I walk past my ex in the streets he gonn’ be drowning in remorse boy.” Well…

For my money, every time I put on a choker or if someone says my choker compliments my outfit lovingly, I can’t help but say: “Yeah but… Have you seen Wonpil wearing one? He looks *wipes a tear from the corner of my eye* so beautiful. There’s a reason why Wonpil went viral by being called the “wink-choker guy”. And it’s because he can make every girl fall in love and make every guy question their sexuality. You don’t believe want I just said? Have a look at this and come back @ me.

oh. my. fkg. god. HOw

10- Wonpil pink knit sweater

Why does Jae hates this sweater so much????? It’s not because he stole it from 2009 that it is necessarily ugly? (Jae please let’s make a deal, how about you give me his sweater. You’ll never see it again, and I’ll be blessed with the smell of Wonpil.) Am I creepy?

it’s not that bad…

BONUS- Our leader Sungjin

he is beautiful.

please look at me like that at the Hi-Touch..

MASTERLIST

#k-pop #k-pop imagines #day6 #k-pop reactions #sungjin #jae #dowoon #Wonpil #Young K #brian #my day #sunrise #kpop #day imagines #day6 reactions #day6 fanfiction #Day6 jae

[ecotone99]

[MF] What the wolf thinks watching the sheepdog work.

A thick stack of plastic bags sat on Shane's desk. They were the kind used by most retail stores; 14 X 14 with perforated handles and a company's logo printed on the face. These bags had been prepared for a grocery store, HEB, but the lettering was screwed up and the graphics were cockeyed and overlapping. The 'E' was sideways intersecting the 'H' and the 'B' was five inches away jumbled into the confusing mess of mislaid graphics.

Shane tapped his fingers against the armrests of his chair and looked across the desk at Brian, the floor manager. Brian shrugged.

"Hell," Shane concluded and stood up angrily. He walked to the window overlooking the factory and shoved his hands in his pockets. Below, employees carried on their work; loading raw supplies into machinery, inspecting final products rolling down conveyor belts, carting boxes and barrels hither and yon.

"We give them this pallet, gratis," Brian said. "We messed up, but we'll correct it."

"Hell," Shane sighed. He returned to his desk and sat down.

"You know they'll still use these," Brian held up the flawed bags. "Put them in one of their League City stores where nobody gives much fucks. It'll be okay."

"I'm not worried about that." Shane scowled. "But this was Virgil, right?"

Brian lifted his eyebrows. "This was on my watch, boss. Lots of things went wrong, I should have-"

"-Don't bullshit me, Brian. Virgil screwed this up. Again." Shane brought a fist down on the bags, not violently, but with emphasis. "Hell."

Brian sat back and waited.

Eventually, Shane continued, "Don't cover for him, Brian. You won't be doing him any favors if you are. You know this."

"Look boss," Brian leaned forward. "Yeah, he screwed up. And, yeah, he's been distracted lately. But he's on time every day, his eyes are clear, his hands steady. I'm not saying I greet him with a big hug and kiss when he gets here, but we work pretty close and I haven't smelled anything on his breath. Not like I used to."

"So what's going on?"

"I don't know. Nothing bad, I don't think. He seems happy. Just a little... out of it."

Shane swiveled his chair right and left a few times then said, "Get him."

***

Virgil entered the office, whistling brightly with a grin on his face. "You wanted to see me, boss?" he said, then saw the bags on the table and his face fell. "Oh."

"Sit down," Shane said, motioning for him to grab one of the plastic scoop chairs lining the wall. Virgil did and dragged it over to the desk, legs clacking on tile.

"Damn, I'm sorry, boss, I-" Virgil started, but Shane held up a hand to cut him off.

"All I want to know, Virg.," Shane said. "All I want to know is this: Are you drinking again?"

Virgil's head snapped back and he made a wry face. "What? No! Why would you...?"

"For a senior man, you've been making a lot of rookie mistakes lately, Virg. I'm not out of line asking."

Virgil nodded his head. "Yeah, right."

"If you are, you have to tell me now. Right now. Fuck these bags, Virg.," Shane swept them off the desk and launched them at the trash can. "You're down there working with heavy equipment, training some young folks. If you're drinking again, we have to deal with it. You understand?"

Virgil's head continued nodding. "No, I get it. You're right. Absolutely."

Then nobody said anything for a stretch of time. Virgil nodded at Brian and smiled, then back to Shane.

"So?" Shane prodded. "What the hell, Virgil?"

"Well, I got married, you see," Virgil scratched the back of his neck. "And I'm meeting my wife for the first time tonight. I guess I'm a little nervous about it."

***

Her name was Sabrina and Virgil had - surprise! - met her on-line. They'd connected over a series of digital images posted to a social media site depicting a scenic wilderness. Virgil made a comment that he'd love to camp there; Sabrina replied that it would be worth the trip. Virgil thought her profile picture was compelling so he replied back saying, well, hope to see you there!

And they're off!

In a protracted series of friendly, but not flirty, posts; Sabrina expressed a love for camping and outdoors in general. She posted pictures of herself standing in sun-drenched fields of flowers and sitting around campfires in shadowy forests; always looking super cute with her wide eyes and big smile, braided hair and tanned skin, wearing hiking pants and cotton T's. Virgil responded with gentle compliments, careful not to sound too much like a stalker or a pervert, and always thanking her for sharing.

She pressed Virgil to post some pictures of himself - because his profile image was actually of his beloved dog, Fido, who'd died a few years back. I don't even know what you look like, she'd written. Virgil figured that would be the end of it. After all, he was bland, bald, on the wrong side of 40, and had never gotten around to losing the post-alcoholic thirty pounds. Ah well, he thought, I shouldn't be doing this type of nonsense anyway. Not fair to Sabrina either; a doll like her wasting time on a creepy old troll like me. So he sent an image from one of the office retreats when Shane had taken the whole crew fishing - Virgil sitting in a deck chair with a rod in one hand, a bottle of seltzer in the other, and a stupid, floppy Gilligan hat covering his head. It had been a good day and, in the picture, he was smiling and happy. It may not have been flattering, but it was honest.

I guess I should have warned you I'm old and ugly, Virgil commented when he sent Sabrina the picture.

Shut up! she replied. You look adorable!!!

Kind of her to say, Virgil thought, but he didn't expect Sabrina to maintain the frequency of their communication going forward.

However, it didn't stop; it didn't even slow down. Sabrina continued contacting Virgil many times a day; mostly to share something fun, but occasionally asking for his opinion or advise. You're so smart, she'd write, and; I really value your friendship.

She inquired about his life - where he worked, what else did he enjoy besides camping? Why wasn't he married? But don't answer if you don't want to!

Before long, Sabrina knew everything there was to know about Virgil Templeton:

Divorce is hard, I'm sorry you had to go through that.

I'm so proud you were able to quit drinking. My father never did and it killed him in the end. Please, stay strong for me!

That's a long time to be with one company! You must be very good at your job!

And so forth.

Conversely, Virgil learned an awful lot about Sabrina Achari:

She said was in her mid-thirties and worked as an administrative assistant for the government where she lived - a small island nation in the Indian Ocean called Macnas. A pretty place - she'd really love for Virgil to see it some day! - but it was poor and mismanaged. Not much tourism because it can be dangerous, especially after dark.

But you don't need to worry about me! I'm pretty safe because of where I work.

At one point during this 21st century courtship, Sabrina went silent for days. She didn't respond to Virgil's posts or even emails sent directly to her account.

Virgil worried about her intensely; but he also wondered if it was just her way of getting rid of a bothersome old man.

So he stayed up all night crafting an email insisting that she contact him, if she was able, just to let him know she was safe. As long as he knew she was okay, he wouldn't mind saying goodbye forever if she had grown tired of him.

He read it over and over again, making sure the tone was right. Then, with the first rays of sun spilling through the window, Virgil finally steeled his nerves enough to click Send.

And he waited. And waited. And despaired. And spent another long night writing an email he wouldn't send, because the next morning she finally responded.

I love you so much, Sabrina replied. I would never just stop talking to you!

I love you. 1.4.3. For the first time, it was said (written, posted, texted, commented, whatever) between them.

And, having read those words, Virgil felt, well, he felt.... He felt drunk. Happily drunk.

However, the rest of Sabrina's reply was worrisome. The reason she'd been off-line so long was because the government had to move its offices suddenly and it took a while for them to get their internet connection back. She made it sound as if it was no big deal, but, reading between the lines, Virgil could tell. She was scared. Governments don't just pack up and move in the middle of the night. Not even shitty little third world governments.

Virgil wanted to respond quickly, so he didn't waste any time firing off a reply. In it, he gushed about how happy he was to hear from her, how much he'd prayed for her safety, and how he loved her too.

And he wrote that she would have to come to America as soon as possible. She couldn't stay there any longer.

Honestly, Sabrina wrote back, I wouldn't mind leaving. This is my home, and I love it here, but it's become so different these past years. Unfortunately, I can't manage to move now. Soon, hopefully, but not now.

Is it money? Do you need money?

It's complicated.

If it's just money...?

I love you, Virgil, but I'm not taking any money from you. I couldn't do that. You have to understand.

I have enough money, it's not a problem. I love you so much - I need you to be safe.

Let's not talk about it anymore. I'm okay now. Thank you very much, however, you're very sweet.

If we were married, it wouldn't be my money. It would be our money.

...

Can you Skype?

***

One month later and Virgil was a married man with a wife he'd never actually met in the flesh en-route somewhere over, oh, probably New Jersey by now.

Being men of the world, Shane and Brian circled around the elephant, trying to find safe landing, but Virgil grounded them first:

"I know it might be a scam, guys. Marrying a woman I only know from the internet? I can't believe I'm doing it myself. But what if she is just like she says? What if she really does love me? Guys, this could be my last chance."

Shane used the opening to ply his employee with contact information for a smart attorney, a good doctor, and a worldly priest. Virgil promised he would call them, all of them, when the time was right.

As a man of the world, it was the best Shane could do.

***

Standing at the window overlooking the factory floor, Shane said, "Look at your boy."

Brian laughed. "Right?"

Below them, Virgil Templeton was dancing with a broom, swinging the handle around like it was Ginger Rogers. He handed it back to the janitor who shook his head, laughing. Virgil went over to the line where he told some jokes and slapped some backs and made all the workers there smile. He back-stepped away from the heavy equipment towards the hallway where he had an office in the admin wing, throwing a salute. People waved at him as he left.

"What it is?" Brian continued. "For the first time in his life, Virgil's gettin' sum on a regular basis."

"God bless 'im," Shane said, returning to his desk. "God bless her, too, I guess. Maybe she's not a scammer after all."

Brian sat across from his boss. "Only time will tell."

"True." Shane collated some papers, arraigned some folders, and looked at the photograph of his own family - wife and three children in a gold frame. "Have you met her yet?"

"Not yet," Brian replied. "He says soon. They're still getting settled." He made an obscene gesture with a finger pumping through a thumb/index circle.

"Nice. What are you, twelve years old?"

"Hey, I'm just trying to keep up around here. You know what Virgil told me the other day? He said, 'You need to find yourself an Island girl. They're different!' He didn't actually wink wink, nudge nudge, but I got the drift."

"He didn't really say that? Our Virgil?"

Brian nodded.

"Well, God bless 'im."

Shane slid some papers across the desk for Brian to read. Both men studied the sheets for a while until Shane lifted his head and said, "Still. I'd like you to keep an eye on him."

"Yeah. I know."

"When she breaks his heart, that bottle's going to call him out by name."

Brian nodded solemnly. And these men of the world returned to their work.

***

Brian burst through Shane's office door and said, "You will NOT believe this!"

Shane, water glass raised to his mouth, held up a finger for Brian to wait.

But Brian did not wait, instead he said in a rush, "Virgil just ate a pubic hair sandwich!"

Somehow, Shane managed to set the water down without spilling a drop. "You asshole," he said. "While I'm drinking? You couldn't wait?"

Brian threw himself in the chair. "We're sitting together in the break room and Virgil pulls out his sandwich and starts laughing, for no reason I can see, so I ask him what's funny. Then I notice all these curly black hairs on the bread."

Shane blew his nose, motioning for Brian to continue.

"We're all alone in the room, but he leans forward and whispers like the walls have ears, 'Sabrina's hair', and the way he said hair...."

Shane made some sounds and shook his head. "What? Why?"

"Well, apparently they were talking after sex - that part's implied - and she asks about his ex-wife. He tells her how, when they were first married, his ex had been real sweet and all - putting love notes in his lunch and stuff - but that it didn't last very long.

"So Sabrina apologizes because she's never put any kind of note in Virgil's lunch, and then he tells her 'It's okay, you're not that type of wife, thank God!'"

"And today she put a note in his lunch?"

"I guess so!"

Shane looked at Brian meaningfully. He arched an eyebrow.

"Well?" Shane asked.

"What?"

"Did he actually eat it?"

Eyes wide as saucers, Brian nodded Yes!

***

"I'm suing this company for sexual harassment," Brian said, closing Shane's office door behind him.

"Fuck you." Shane responded. "Suck my dick, too."

"You're the one told me to keep an eye on Virgil. You're responsible."

"For what?"

"Today," Brian sobbed comically, "he made me feel inadequate."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Brian sat down, hooked a leg over a knee, leaned back and asked, "Have you ever had a threesome?"

"Are you making an offer?"

"No, that's what Virgil asked me today. Have I ever had a threesome."

"Oh Lord what now?"

"Well, Goody Sabrina has found a small community of immigrants from her paradise island home and, occasionally, they like to get together to talk about the motherland. As immigrants do. Anyway, Virgil came home last night just as the party was breaking up and his loving wife introduced him to a very special friend - a girlfriend she'd known since childhood."

"Do I want to hear this?"

"I didn't. Anyway, one thing leads to another and today Virgil asks me if I've ever had a fucking threesome. Do you know any good lawyers? I'm suing this dump."

"He must have been joking."

"You know Virgil better than that."

"That's right, I do. He'd never swagger around bragging about something like that."

"Who said bragging? No, he was being serious. He wanted to know how to handle himself." Brian leaned forward. "Shane, he was asking for advice."

"I don't want to hear this."

"Yeah? Tough shit. I had to," Brian pointed a finger for emphasis. "You have to."

***

Virgil smiled and nodded to the small gang of Macnas-ites as he passed them entering his house while they were leaving. As a people, they were brown and short with big smiles and bright teeth. Most of the gaggle coming out of his house were girls, but two petite men blended in with the crowd. All of them giggling and tugging each other on their way.

A happy people.

Sabrina greeted Virgil at the door with a deep kiss and her hand on his buttock. He reciprocated enthusiastically.

"Come see," she said, taking his hand and pulling him inside. "This is unbelievable!"

She led him to the living room where she presented one of her countrymen. Or, more apropos, country-WOMAN: A very pretty girl with long black hair and a trim figure who bowed her head and spoke in broken English.

"So happy to meet you, Mr. Virgil sir."

\***

The girl's name was Shubra and she had been Sabrina's best friend growing up in Macnas. They sat on the couch and chattered back and forth in their native tongue, of which Virgil understood not a word. Every once and a while, Sabrina would explain something to him, but it didn't take long for Virgil to realize he was a third wheel in this reunion, so he offered to go and bring back food. Of course Shubra would stay for dinner! Virgil exclaimed. He couldn't let such a lovely lady leave his house hungry.

Oh, how they giggled at that one.

\***

Later, after food and drink (wine for the ladies, seltzer for Virg.) they rested in the sitting room. Virgil took the sofa while Shubra and Sabrina sat smooshed together on the love-seat, arms circling each other.

They were, apparently, very close friends.

And they mostly spoke to each other in Macnas-esse (if that was such a thing) for Virgil spent the evening cocking his head like a confused dog - unable to follow any of the conversation between the two women.

At one point Sabrina howled with laughter and their voices rose to a level of near hysterics. Sabrina caught her breath and explained to her husband:

"Shubra wants to know if it's true about the white man," she said. "The size."

Virgil, bless his soul, didn't get it at first, until he noticed both of the women gazing at his crotch.

"Macnes men are small," Sabrina explained. "It is a well-known problem on the island."

The best-friends howled and hugged on each other more and Virgil blushed until his hair turned red, then Sabrina launched herself from the love-seat and yanked him standing.

"Show her!" she demanded, fiddling with his zipper.

Virgil liked to die.

But, a testament to his stamina, he didn't even pass out when Sabrina tugged him lose and hung America's Pride over the crotch of his khaki Dockers.

Both girls laughed and it sounded like screams.

Then Sabrina said something in the foreign language and translated to English, "Wait, it gets better!"

And she took Virgil in her mouth.

Then, it was very possible Virgil did die for a petite moment. Certainly, his heart briefly stopped. Also, his vision failed. When he regained control of all his senses, he discovered Shubra had taken a knee next to Sabrina, both women laughing as they passed his rod between them; each taking a taste in turn.

\***

In the bedroom, on the bed, Virgil was worse than useless. He'd lost his tongue and his muscles. He couldn't contribute at all to the unraveling events. His wife and her best friend caressed each other, kissed each other, licked each other; and he just sat there on the corner of the mattress like a dork; hand's folded like a peaked tent over his aching dick which, honestly, didn't give a shit. It just wanted to get in the game, man!

But when the women tried to coax Virgil into the pile, he went hesitantly, and only with intentions for Sabrina. When she tried to guide him toward Shubra, he rebelled and retreated to his corner. At one point, he harshly pushed Shubra's ass away when she'd thrust it at his face. The women laughed about that, and Sabrina went to work calming the situation, but the damage had been done.

Sadly, Virgil just didn't know how to handle himself at an orgy.

\***

Shubra snored in her sleep. She was on the far side of the bed between Sabrina and Virgil.

Sabrina carefully unraveled herself from Shubra, rolled over and placed her hand on Virgil's heart and said, "You're awake? ... You're mad?"

"...no..."

"You didn't like it?"

"...nuh..."

"You didn't?"

"Sabrina, I...."

"I'm sorry."

"No, don't be. I'm sorry."

...

"The island is different," Sabrina nuzzled against her husband. "When we're young girls.... We have to take care of each other. We have to teach one another. It is like a tradition, yes? We survive together."

"Okay."

"I hope you're not mad."

"I'm not."

"I love you, only you. But Shubra...? She is part of me. She is very much like me. When I touch her, I touch me. Do you understand? When you touch her, you touch me. Yes?"

She hiked a leg over his stomach. He felt her wet sex pushed against his hip. Her breasts against the side of his chest.

"...okay..."

"Don't be mad." Her tongue found his ear.

"I'm not. It was just.... Unexpected. Better stop. You'll wake her."

"You're upset. It won't happen again. I'm so sorry."

"No. I'm okay. It's okay. It was just.... Unexpected."

"If she wakes up...," Sabrina didn't finish the sentence; she just rolled on top of her husband and reached for his stiffening dick.

***

"He wanted to know if all young people today partake in the ménage," Brian concluded. "He was worried that he'd been too... what's the word he used?... fuddy-duddy about the whole thing."

"So what did you tell him?"

"Nothing, man! I just hemmed and hawed and said whatever like a hundred times before making some excuse to run away."

"Maybe I should talk to him," Shane said. "After all, I do have more experience with that sort of thing."

Brian made jerking-off motions with both fists. "Switching hands doesn't count."

"Oh, never-mind then." Shane sighed. "How concerned should we be about this?"

"Yeah, well, it's going to end badly," Brian said. "That's plenty obvious. I just don't think there's anything we can do right now."

"I could call Archer. He could run a background check."

"And what would that accomplish? No matter what he found, Virgil wouldn't listen. And he would resent the hell out of you for doing it, too." Brian shrugged. "Look at it this way - maybe Virgil is being taken for a ride, but what a ride!"

***

Time passes. Virgil's work performance remains steady, but his bonhomie demeanor starts to fade. There are days where he's just checked out; still doing his job, but otherwise disengaged. At first these days are rare, and then they become more frequent. By the end of the third month, his co-workers start to talk. They can't remember the last time anybody saw Virgil smile.

***

"Hey Virg." Brian said, entering the break-room for a cuppa. Virgil, at the corner table, didn't return the greeting. He sat there, gazing blankly at the coffee, hands on his lap, a furrow upon his brow.

"Heeeeeeey," Brian tried again. Again, nothing.

"Yo! Virg!"

With that, Virgil snapped out of it and jerked to attention. His knees whacked the bottom of the table, knocking over his cup. Coffee went everywhere.

"Oh, man, I'm sorry." Brian grabbed some paper towels. When he got there, Virgil was standing, coffee dripping off his pants. A puddle at his feet.

Brian held out the towels, but Virgil didn't take them. "Virg?"

Brian then noticed tears welling up in Virgil's eyes. Almost spilling over.

"Virg? You okay?"

"What?" Virgil aggressively wiped his face. "Yeah. Yeah, sorry. I'll clean it up. Sorry."

Brian went for more towels and came back to help, kneeling on the floor next to Virgil.

"What's up, man? You look bad."

"No, I just.... Late night is all. My wife's brother is staying for a visit."

"Oh?"

Virgil nodded. He wiped his nose. "She says her brother."

***

Sabrina called him Jimmy and, from the moment he'd entered their house, she was never an arm's length away from the boy; constantly taking his hand, squeezing his narrow shoulders or fussing with his long black hair.

"My loving brother!" she exclaimed. "He's going to stay with us a few weeks - isn't that great!"

Jimmy didn't say much. He smiled a lot, but spoke infrequently and when he did his voice was soft and barely above a whisper, so Virgil didn't catch much of what was said.

The brother seemed nice enough, though. A very small man - shorter, even, than Sabrina - with delicate features. Like his sister, he had big, dark eyes.

But sometimes Virgil would sense those eyes on him, turn and see a thin-lipped smile spreading across the boy's unnaturally handsome face, and he would feel.... Uneasy.

\***

Virgil normally liked to announce his return from work with a boisterous call or a suggestive comment, but since Jimmy had been staying with them, he'd been more subdued.

He unlocked the door, stepped into his house, and went to the kitchen where he got a bottle of seltzer. "Babe?" he called out, heading for the living room. "Jimmy?"

In the master, he found Sabrina reclining on the bed halfway under a thin, white sheet; breasts exposed, the form of her dark pubic triangle visible. She held out her arms for him.

"Mmmm," her voice was sleepy. Dopey. "You're home."

Virgil took a step towards the bed then stopped. The master bath was open and he saw movement through the door. Jimmy, naked, appeared in the doorway. He spread his arms to grab each side of the frame and stood there with his slightly aroused penis dangling freely and that thin, sinister smile on his face.

"Come," Sabrina beckoned, curling her fingers.

Once again, Virgil's body failed him. Unable to move, he made a low noise and one knee buckled, causing him to teeter. Sabrina was out of the bed in a flash, grabbing him around his waist, leading him to the sheets. She made loving noises. Her hands and mouth were all over his face, smothering him with kisses, stroking his cheek then the back of his head.

She moved down to his neck, kissing and nipping at his throat. Her hands unclasped the few buttons on his Polo short-sleeve. Virgil felt another set of small hands reach around from behind. They pulled his shirt un-tucked and then went to work on his belt.

Virgil twitched, tried to move away, but there was nowhere to go. Sabrina, on her knees now, pushed his head between her breasts, cooed at him like a child. Called him "baby". Told him to shush.

Now his shirt was off. Behind, thin lips pressed against his shoulder blades. Hands moved up his stomach and tweaked his nipples.

Before him, Sabrina laughed and rose up, standing precariously on the mattress. It was just the right height and she guided Virgil's face towards her sex. Jimmy whispered, "yes," and Virgil felt the hot breath on the back of his ear.

She says her brother....

\***

Virgil asked for medical leave to have voluntary hernia surgery. Shane gladly signed off, telling him to take all the time he needed. The man looked bad. In conference with Brian, they concluded that this was it - Virgil's bizarre marriage must finally be coming to an end.

They resolved to keep tabs on him; make sure he didn't do anything too stupid. Shane knew a very good lawyer who would handle the divorce; still, it would certainly cost Virgil a ton of money to get away from this vixen. Nevertheless, Shane also knew how much Virgil's stock options were worth. He could absorb a hit and still manage retirement.

As long as he didn't do anything too stupid.

***

Two weeks leave turned to a month. Six weeks. Two months. Throughout, Shane and Brian made frequent phone calls and sent numerous emails inquiring about Virgil's health. The replies were always vague and grew increasingly hostile:

I'm still sick. You can fire me if you want. I'll see you in court.

That's how Virgil responded to Shane's last email inquiring if he and his wife would be attending the Company's Fall Picnic.

***

No other cars were parked around the house when Shane pulled his Lexus GX into the driveway. He worried that he'd made the trip in vain. The yard hadn't been attended to in a while; it was covered by fallen leaves with clumps of weeds growing through. Shane picked up two of those nuisance freebee newspapers on his way to the front door.

It was a nice, one story red-brick in a peaceful suburban neighborhood. Upper-upper middle class. Shane pushed the buzzer and waited.

He listened intently, but heard no sounds coming from within. He buzzed again. Time stretched. He muttered a profanity under his breath and turned to leave.

The door opened a crack. Virgil's face appeared and he asked, "What are you doing here?"

A week's worth of dirty, patchy stubble clung to the pallid skin of his cheeks. He'd also neglected to shave the ring of hair lining his scalp and it grew over his ears, grey and stringy.

But worse, his eyes: they had sunken into his skull, creating two deep, black pools on his face.

"Christ, Virg.," Shane said. "You look like shit."

Virgil had a hard time processing that information. He just shook his head, scowling.

"Hell," Shane approached the door. "Let me get a look at you."

Virgil closed the crack, peering out with only one eye. "Go away," he said.

"Virgil, buddy," Shane pressed. "You gotta come with me right now to go see a doctor. Come on."

"I can't," Virgil said. "You need to leave. Sabrina will be home soon."

"Bullshit," Shane took another step and Virgil slammed the door. "Virgil!" Shane pounded. "Come on, man, open up!"

A muffled voice through the door said, "Leave or I'll call the cops."

"And tell them what? Come on, Virgil, let me in." Shane pounded some more. "Virgil!"

Shane gave up on the front door and jogged around to the back. That door was locked, too, and he got no response when he hammered on it. "Virgil! Goddamn it!"

He cupped hands around his eyes and peered through the kitchen window. At the other side of the house, a skeletal shape crossed the entry to the bedrooms' hallway. "Virgil!" He rapped knuckles against the glass.

Another shape appeared in the hallway; short and dark in the internal shadows of the house. Shane had difficulty making out any features, but it looked like a man - or maybe a boy? - standing there naked.

Then it was gone.

Shane backed away. "Hell," he said.

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This quote I am rewriting a bit..

In the highest civilization the "book" is still the highest delight. Many who have once seen beyond the sky and beyond this world will understand why I chose a circle. - Ralph Waldo Emerson I do not enjoy people coming around to daily and often analyze, dislike, shame, or threaten me about me or the way I live. Like. Come over cause you like my little world and wanna see what I came up with now and make cool things together and tell me all about your self while I draw impressions in the shade of your spirit as it makes it's expressions through your presence and we enjoy each others company as mutuals. If you got a bad word for me, get in line with every other hate figure and leave me alone cause I am not your problem if you don't personally know me in the flesh. I am thrilled and joyous if you do want to know me because I would love to have a positive person in my life to smile with instead of fight. Where are you best friend... Arrive soon please. Granted my skin gets thicker and I get older and wiser to him getting sicker but I don't want it to be that way so if you wanna be friends with me and go on stoney rolls.. Please, come by with your joy and share your perspective with me because I love learning.. And I'll share yours by enjoying it. And if you want to know me, be straight forward and light hearted. Know when it's personal and dark it's my serious subjects and if I don't wanna break open that latch, let me keep it closed so I can let it cease to exist or have any meaning to me. Verily. World. You may see me. But I may not see you or even understand shit about this weird life of hashtag and anime reference to hide sometimes very bad intentions. Like drugs shots seizures safety nurse some fucker who wants to be my sensei standing over me like a prize deer hunt kill. And I am awake enough to make out your hunger and your shaking hands, clenched teeth, and hard on just hatching as I start getting sleepy. You don't like it when they struggle. I'd rather you actually liked me and we played a game to get that obligation if necessary over with and I wanna be awake. And I want you to feel every rip and tear and see it all in live action pain and serious personal will power as you pass me to no. 2 or whoever decides to join you and you defile me at my own school in my own Hood, in my own city, for no legitimate reason other than revenge because I don't count colours as things that can command me in anyway. I will let you see the real me get your vengeance.. Thats my parting gift cause if you drug me. Or shoot me or gang rape me or beat me or use me as your status puppet ever again, you will get what you never got before. Your 'illuminated rights' of manhood by defiling a random girl for her disowned fathers crimes who she is not even related to either syndicate. K I'm a whole other fate that would have happened if Bryan wasn't such a. Freak about my not liking him cause I loved a girl... Like. Woah. Big fucking deal. Rape me straight? Cool. Rape me gay. Already did that. Rape me nonbinary? I have a kill switch. And I will used it if I feel like it. And if you smile or laugh or thrust violently with pleasure at my pain, we're going full connect and k. O. Buddy here's where you dumped all your feelings. Thus here's what you we're lacking with your no. 9 mask hiding an 11 personality. Andrew is why I think there is even a chance for you to get better.. He's your worst enemy And you should be mine.. But we relate and andrew doesn't. Suffer together in hate and despair and we can leave this world whole or die happy. Turn your persona roboto which is sociopathy defense mechanism that hides the real you like Alice. And the real you is scary.. But understood and caring in your sadism cause you like hurting me. You could have just said that out loud and when. I would have adapted. Cause I like blood and blades and bites and play fights and ferocity with mellow controlled power trip tortuous turn ons that escalate and build. But that's cause I Enjoy challenges and skilled manipulators that will kill people to keep you to themselves. Lmfao except seriously. Read this baked asf and happy and warm and relaxed like you just xxxdreampt your wish for your unspoken side with me. That's happy. You don't Yet know. . But you are learning. You are lazy and arrogant and a cocky prideful fuck. Your temper with me is instaflame and I like it hot so turn it up. But you better be in your good place when you burn me cause it should be a willing submission to be marked by someone and a willing submission to change to half spirit so I feel not only empathy and your pleasure in harm, but also my pleasure in curing and refining my body to someone I love. I learn to fit you and that's ssomething we never got to share. Mind to mind or otherwise. We we're mirrors to each other online always, and still are. But when you punish pleasure with pleasure you win. And so do I. Give into the sickness of insanity in psychopathy that you have the ability to rhizome people with, and void walker you fucked up andrew. .. Try me and I'll chop off your fingers. That will be called ichi That's the me in me you left you with. Your own weak or more pure innocence is inside me. You made me care so much you can't handle me anymore cause I am your patchwork faded project that died several times and has since grown flesh n blood and that same fight you taught me long ago. And the codes all broke so it's just unpredictable. The cool part is that I choose to play along or not and usually I enjoy every second. It's so personal it's creepy and kindof wicked. And I enjoy that. Which is why yandere. I like creepy yeha and erotic gore Andrew doesn't like me. He likes his ideal of me. And his Enthronement and worship and adoration as prince king of himself and your heart. I don't like humiliation or segregation or shaming or emotional vampirism.. Or arrogance or Machiavellianism or spoons or hypnotism.. No blending. No blind. no blindness here. I see you clear. I accept you but I don't accept you taking advantage of sleeping women at parties, or black outs.. Or bitches Cause you got issues. Work them out where you are safe and then just be your new self. All self made.. You will then have to stay un rapey for the rest of your life. You are no king by slaughtering lamb in an open field. You only become a true man when you learn self respect and that is what you move to greet people with and you are able to learn and Master a woman who is broken so badly only a master magician could fix her.. Then youd actually have good deed status kingship and it feels good to be a hero for someone who loves you. Because you start to feel again and it's happiness. Like you never felt before. The whole world opens up to you when you can enjoy and are mindfully mindful of every choice you make to be happy and better for yourself and your surprise equal. Sigh. This could be so far.. Anyone I am talking to my past.. And I find madmen of fear to be a waste of energy. And madmen of anger trite and bad for representing your species.. And often repressed and disturbing and at best sly and willing to adventure.. But a man of pain wants gain? And to feel good doing it? Win it. Win your worth by being good and you can make that last forever. Especially with a killer in your bedroom. A woman who can love you freely cause you let her try to please you cause she wants to. For her own enjoyment and yours cause you earned rewards and witches love granting wishes and you return the sensation of fulfillment in only positives as a standard of living to strive for constantly. In every way. Which is why I thought I would be blunt about my sexuality because no one remembers me anymore. And I am not asking for a boy to nurture or pet or spoil like before. I want a man I trust enough to take me to the edge of everything and back with intense and sensitive sensory overload. And a man who enjoys and respects me as a human being enough to be safe with me to the best of their ability.. No more boys though only slightly younger. I was dead before you got to high school. So. Pissy men's moods of disrespect towards me are just ugly. And disagreeable and my temper and tolerance is so short. Damn. You assumed so many false things about me you really did forget so much you forgot into ignorance and spite and paranoia and.. I did that before. It's not interesting. Nor is it worth my time. But if someone had let me love them for real for they were fearless and believed in their own strength and spirit... They werent afraid of love Cause they came with no expectations or assumptions or preconceived thots or biases or socially promoted hate.. Or trickster plans to profit behind my back.. Unacceptable. Being mean to me cause you have a serious unwillingness to help yourself and so I become your anger and distaste outlet for yourself and anything else.. Unacceptable. I give the want to be "tegan with the skeleton key" andrew, three arguments til i ask you to move away. Remember that. Three. Casino is on strike three of living at all Andrew is on his ever last chance of my love which is.. A first. And other people are into me so.. Earn good things for yourself and of we decide to play love making, make it lovely. And make me rapturous. Cause I share highs. And leave it at that.. Enrapture a loyal woman who is happy on her own. You actually win a real life crown. It's called mad. Respect. Across the land for recovering by making ammends to the person you hurt worst in the world and you we're so into being there in that raising high with that warmth all around you called acceptance and adoration... Via your action.. In passion. Erase your guilty mind with heavenly times in the noble pursuit of cleaning that part of your brain with better way better ideas and sensations.. And then your life with yourself will bloom and you will be redeeming yourself as a human being.. Maybe just enough to have a choice to try again or be obliterated instead of still dealing with these long paragraphs filled with physical emotion I cannot summarize with words. And the hell that could await you is not a good one.. And you never get out.