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[loverkasp]

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[arigatouiris]

Catching Feelings — Connor [04]

Pairing: Deviant! Connor x Reader

Word Count: 1700

Warnings: Swearing, angst, fluff, clumsy!reader, timid!reader (not for long), mentions of anxiety, inappropriate boss behavior (basically Gavin being Gavin)

Author’s Note: I am so sorry about the sudden hiatus that I went into. It’s been a terrible couple of months, and I didn’t know how to cope. Finally, I pushed myself into writing a chapter, albeit a small one. Hope you enjoy~

Also, those who want to be on the taglist, just send me an ask~

Summary: Connor has a revelation. 

Chapter Four: Love

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When (y/n) woke up that morning, she thought of Connor. 

It was a strange, fleeting feeling—almost as if she was caught with something she wasn’t supposed to have. She opened her eyes, scrunched her eyebrows a tad bit, before allowing herself to get up and sit up. She suddenly thought of kissing his cheek, which she had just yesterday, and thought of witnessing a shy version of Connor after she did that.

However, a random thought entered her head and wouldn’t leave. She knew she had to now confront Connor or her peace would be lost.

When she reached work that day, Connor was already there. Hank was nowhere to be seen, and thankfully, neither was Gavin. It wasn’t as if she hated Gavin, it wasn’t that at all; it was just that he was difficult to work with sometimes, and from the past few days, Gavin’s difficult status was a bit ongoing.

As soon as she spotted Connor, she ran over to him and slammed her hand on his desk, startling him. Connor smiled at her, but before he could greet her,

    “Connor, I am so sorry.”

Connor blinked a couple of times.

    “What for?”

Suddenly, she felt her cheeks warm up. She avoided his gaze before clearing her throat.

    “I just… I kissed your cheek yesterday… I just threw myself at you. It isn’t right. I need you to understand that I am so sorry—”

    “(y/n), I don’t understand why you are apologizing.” Connor sounded genuinely surprised.

(y/n) had no idea how to explain consent to him. She blinked a couple of times, stared at his face for inspiration and waited as if the answers would come to her on their own.

    “See, you can’t do sexual things to someone if they don’t want it. I mean, consent is… consent means… suppose you didn’t want me kissing you on the cheek and I kissed you on the cheek, it’s wrong of me because I do it according to your consent. You have the right to decide if you want it or not.”

Connor made an ‘o’ and nodded twice. A second later, a cheeky grin appeared on his face, a grin that did little to calm (y/n) down. Her stomach flipped when Connor’s eyes met hers.

    “You didn’t go against my consent, (y/n). I liked it very much.”

Her face reddened immediately and she was sure Connor noticed. He had noticed every single time she blushed, there was no way he wouldn’t notice now. There was something so eerily attractive about the android right then, with his smug smile and his charming face. She cleared her throat and awkwardly walked away, earning a chuckle from Connor.

He couldn’t believe how cute she was. He understood what consent meant in terms of approval, and it was something he believed applied only to humans. However, a simple gesture from her end proved him wrong once again. He didn’t have to be human to appreciate and feel these emotions.

He looked at her once more before turning away and smiling to himself. He didn’t understand half the things he was feeling, but she had told him that no one did. And that it was okay not to know.

Throughout the day, Connor felt her eyes lingering on his form. He would find her staring at him when he went to get Hank his morning coffee; he could see her steal glances at him when he spoke to literally anyone else in the station. He could feel her look at him when she would get up to get herself some coffee. He wondered if she had something to say, but he knew that if she did then she would come say it. No, this was something else.

    “Lieutenant,” Connor whispered, once again feeling her eyes on him. “Lieutenant.”

Hank grumbled before looking up from his work and then at him.

    “What is it?”

    “I think something is very wrong.”

Hank narrowed his eyes at his android partner, “What do you mean?”

    “(y/n) has been looking at me all morning, but hasn’t come to say anything to me either to let me know if something is wrong. Is someone threatening her?”

Hank turned to see (y/n) look in Connor’s direction, and as soon as Hank turned to look at her, she looked away immediately. Hank sighed, wondered if this was High School, and then turned back to his partner with a deadpan expression.

    “Son, I think she’s got a crush on you.”

Connor couldn’t choke on anything, it was impossible for an android to choke, however, right then he felt like he was. His jaw dropped open a bit before he cleared his throat of absolutely nothing.

    “I don’t think….”

    “Look, Connor, I have no clue how a girl can even begin to think of you sexually, but she’s been looking at you, has been nice to you, smiles at you all the damn time like a freaking clown, so yeah. My guess is she’s got the hots for you. Either do something about it or go break her heart.”

This time, Connor gasped.

    “I would never harm her in any physical way. To break her heart, I’d have to be barbaric. I don’t see why I would ever cut open her chest—”

    “It’s an expression, twat.” Hank said, putting his hand up to stop Connor from rambling.

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Connor observed [Name] when she got up for lunch. 

She didn’t meet his gaze much after being caught once (or more than twice). He noticed Gavin wasn’t around, and Hank was busy taking a nap, which gave the android enough time to go over to his newfound obsession and talk to her about what suddenly went wrong. And about the crush… He was certain he had to ask her, but for some strange reason, Connor didn’t want to.

He watched as she got up, a sandwich in hand, and headed to the cafeteria. There were so many things about her that was strange. Strange, not in a bad way, but in a way Connor found intriguing. He was experiencing so many new things, so many new receptors that behaved in ways he never knew they could. She filled her bottle and sat down, by herself, a fact that made Connor feel strangely warm and sad at the same time.

When it got too much, he felt that strange need again. The need to touch her. He recalled whatever he had spoken to her the other day, about androids opting for a new update and upgrade that allowed them to feel pain and pleasure, that allowed them to age and shut down mechanically—simply because Simon, the creator of the upgrade, was in love with a human man.

In love.

Love?

Connor watched as she ate the sandwich, the piece of tomato stuck halfway in her mouth and halfway in the sandwich, as she struggled to chew without breaking the sandwich in a miserable half. He chuckled as he noticed her drop her sandwich to the paper napkin below, failing to eat the way she wanted to. He noticed her look around if anyone observed her, and when her gaze met Connor’s, two things happened.

Her eyes widened.

And Connor reached to a conclusion.

Love.

He walked over to where she was sitting and sat across from her, a soft smile adorning his features.

    “Hello, [Name].”

She avoided his gaze a bit, before mumbling out, “Hi, Connor.”

There was a silence that followed but it was not awkward. Connor couldn’t take his eyes away from her, and when she looked up and blinked a couple of times, he swore he felt reborn.

    “Why do I feel this way…” He whispered unintentionally.

    “Feel what way?” She asked, her eyes widening.

Connor then did something completely unlike him. He sighed.

    “Connor?”

    “Yes, [Name]?”

She tilted her head a bit and watched as his smile grew. She was more than confused now. Her heart was beating rapidly and she was mentally cursing herself for feeling that way about an android, but seeing how he was responding to her at that second confused her beyond belief. She narrowed her eyes a bit before attempting to reach out to Connor’s hand, wanting to know if what she thought was actually happening.

And when her hand touched him, Connor’s gaze shifted to the contact before he turned his hand around and instinctively grasped hers, shocking her. She let out a soft gasp before looking at him with a worried expression, and Connor’s eyes widened.

    “Connor, are you…?”

    “When I’m with you, I can barely understand what’s happening to me. I feel all these receptions, these… emotions, emotions that I am not supposed to feel. You do not treat me like an android, [Name], and I think this has a lot to do with that. I believed there was sadness, warmth, and happiness but I never assumed I could feel a combination of all three.”

    “Maybe this is why so many androids wanted those upgrades.” Her voice was a whisper.

    “I am still trying to be a great detective.” He sounded so sad.

She didn’t say a word to his response. Connor grasped her hand tighter before entwining their fingers together.

    “I want to find out what it takes to be an android before I can allow myself to fall in love with you, [Name].”

She stared at him as if he was crazy. Maybe he was crazy. Maybe, it’s because he’s an android experiencing all those primary emotions for the first time, he could feel them a bit stronger than actual people. And if that was the case…

Then that would mean that she, a regular intern, was Connor’s first love.

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[let-it-raines]

Since this actually happened to my friend last week and I’m now totally paranoid it’s going to happen to me too: person x is trying to sell their house/apartment and person y’s realtor forgets to give notice and person y walks in on person x getting out of the shower...

Rain pounds down around her as she drives to the viewing she set up last week. It’s time for her to get out of her apartment and have a house for Henry with a backyard. Like, an actual backyard with grass and a swing set and not something that’s covered in concrete and trash from their neighbors. She feels like she’s been saving for years, and maybe she has been.

No, she definitely has been.

It’s hard to be a bail bondsperson and a mom to a ten-year-old boy. Some nights she spends half of her paycheck on Henry’s babysitter, especially because a lot of the time they have to spend the night at her apartment. Frankly, it sucks. But this is the hand life has dealt her, with a large assist from Neal Cassidy and all of his asshole ways, and she’s dealing with it. She thinks she deals with it well, but it’s not like she’s given Henry a life with two parents and ice cream on Saturdays after they come home from his soccer games.

There’s one parent, maybe some ice cream, and Henry likes baseball, weirdly enough. She didn’t know a single thing about baseball until Henry came home one day and told her he was playing it.

She’s a baseball mom.

Like, she keeps a chair in the back of her car and brings orange slices (sometimes donuts when she forgets it’s her week) to games and slathers she and her son down in lotion so that neither of them get burned. Ten years ago when she was in the high school bathroom staring at a positive pregnancy test, she could have never imagined any of this.

Life is weird.

She loves her kid more than anything in the world.

Her car runs through a puddle, mud and water splashing up on the side, and she nearly sways into the other lane. Shit, she needs new wipers too. She doubts that comes with this house. Maybe some curtains and the appliances but definitely not windshield wipers for her car. That would be a little odd. Helpful but odd.

She thinks that she’s pulled up to the right house, the exterior looking the same as the listing online, and she checks the address one more time as a loud crash of thunder vibrates the ground, her car, and seemingly the blood in her veins. She really hates storms. Seriously. Nothing good comes from them except maybe plants and grass getting watered, but all they really need is a light sprinkle. They don’t need a thunderstorm.

Calm it down universe.

Sighing, she pulls on her raincoat, zipping it up as much as she can, and pulls the hood over her hair. She really needs an umbrella, but she gave Henry hers before he got on the bus for school this morning. It’s probably five dollars for another umbrella. She’ll stop by CVS or something on the way home.

Home.

That’s a weird word because technically, if she likes this place, and if Henry likes this place when she brings him here at some point, this could be their home.

Huh.

Home.

It’s a mad dash from her bug to the front door, her keys jiggling against the key Ashley, her realtor, gave her to get into the house as she runs. It doesn’t really help, though. Her boots are somehow soaked through, wet grass and mud covering her feet as she tries to shake the water from her coat, water droplets falling to the brick steps that are covered by the roof.

Oh, a nice little covered porch. That’s good. She likes that.

She scrapes her feet against the welcome mat (sorry, house owner) and unlocks the door, stepping inside. It looks just like the pictures, which is always a good sign. There’s a small entryway, light gray paint covering the walls, with a small cushioned bench pressed up against the wall. It’s definitely more for decoration than anything, but she can see she and Henry having a little cubby there for their shoes and his backpack. She’d definitely put a key ring there and then decidedly not put her keys there.

It always happens. And she’s always late everywhere.

With her shoes squeaking on the dark hardwood, she walks out of the entryway and into the living room. It’s kind of small, but then again, so is the house. It’s not like she’s looking to buy some kind of mansion. She’s a single mom looking for a place where she and her son can have their own bedrooms and bathrooms, preferably ones that don’t share walls. It’s not like she’s brining guys back to her house, but sometimes Henry jams out to hard rock (she has no idea where the AC/DC obsession came from, and she’s honestly not sure if she should be letting her kid listen to it) and she needs to sleep.

But her own bathroom? That’s a must have.

She wanders around the living room and the connected dining room, the table and chairs under a rounded archway, and even though she’s supposed to be imagining their stuff here, all she notices is the nautical décor. Seriously. She knows that they live in Maine and the ocean is fifteen minutes away, but this is some serious anchor and captain’s wheel decor. Everything is in dark leathers and deep blues, and if she had to bet, a guy lives here. It’s stereotypical, but stereotypes are true for a reason.

Damn, sailor. How many stripes can you have on each pillow?

Is there a crab on that pillow on the recliner? There is.

It’s a nice place, though, one that hits all of her boxes, and the very last thing to check is the master bedroom. She’s basically living in a shoebox now, so when she opens the last door in the house and sees that there’s room for a king bed (not that she has one) plus a few extra pieces of furniture, she lets out a sigh of relief. The nautical theme is still going on, a white bedspread with blue and green pillows covering the mattress, and above the bed is what seems to be a framed Naval uniform. Or at least the jacket. It’s a weird flex, but it’s not the weirdest thing she’s ever seen. Yesterday Ashley took her into a house that had purple carpeting and a leopard couch.

Nautical is much better.

She’s bringing her own stuff her anyways. The owner is going to take all of his things and never come back.

After looking at the bedroom and watching the rain fall heavily outside, she walks over to the door that she assumes is the bathroom and twists the knob, opening the white frame and stepping into what has to be the bathroom.

Which is being used right now.

Specifically the shower.

Which is clear glass.

With a naked man inside of it.

Holy shit.

“What the bloody hell are you doing in here?” the man shouts the moment he sees her, blue eyes connecting with green. Why in the world is the shower so close to the door? Why is that her concern right now?

There’s a naked man in the shower. Like, she’s getting a full frontal view.

“What are you…what are you doing in here?” she screeches, still staring at the damp hair that’s matted down on his chest and the lean muscles that are beneath. Nope. Nope. Nope. She should not be looking at this naked man who most likely broke into the house to take a shower or something. Damn it, she should have brought her gun inside.

She looks at him one more time, shock still running through her system and causing her heart to beat erratically in her chest, threatening to break through the ribcage, before she looks up at the ceiling, biting the inside of her cheek while her foot taps. Why is she standing still instead of running away? This is the dumbest decision she’s ever made.

“What am I doing here?” the man scoffs, turning the water off.

How did she not hear the water? The rain. The rain must have blocked it out. Or maybe she was too distracted by all of the nautical stuff. Maybe this house turns into a boat and sails away. It might need to if this storm never stops.

“Yes, what are you doing here? Are you one of those creeps who breaks into houses that are for sale and steals things? Or uses the shower? Did you also decided to make yourself lunch today?”

She’s so focused at looking at the pattern on the ceiling that she doesn’t realize that the man has gotten out of the shower and stepped toward her, hovering slightly over her face. Couldn’t he have put on more than a damn towel? She’s probably going to get murdered, and she’s distracted by this dude’s bare chest and the scruff that lines his jaw. He’s crazy hot, and his eyes are much bluer this close.

Crap. He’s probably like Ted Bundy or something.

Nope. Nope. Nope. Not going there. She is not getting murdered today.

“Love, I own this house. What are you doing here?”

Oh.

Oh.

Oh shit.

“W-what do you mean you own this house?” she asks, straightening out her back to try to make herself bigger. He’s not that much taller than her with the heels of her boots helping, but it’s still a difference. Plus she has to stop looking down. The towel doesn’t hide much. “Ashely said that no one would be here and I’m free to look around.”

His tongue clicks at the same time that thunder rolls outside, and she takes the brief moment to back up so that she can’t feel his body heat.

“You’re viewing the house. Thank God. I was about to call the cops.”

“And say what? A woman is watching me shower. I don’t think – oh yeah, I could totally get arrested for that. Sorry.”

He smiles at her, white teeth contrasted against the black of his beard, and she absolutely cannot wait to tell Ruby about this. She may very well die of laughter…if Emma doesn’t die of embarrassment first.

And disappointment over not getting the house. There’s no way this guy is going to sell it to her now.

“Yeah, love,” he laughs, tightening his towel around his waist, “you could.” He reaches his hand out in front of her, and she stares at it for a moment too long before taking it and shaking his rough hand, disbelief at this entire situation beginning to sink in. “Killian Jones, house owner and shower taker. I’m in desperate need of a realtor who tells me when to get out of the house so that beautiful women don’t walk in on me in the shower and see all of the features that are not included in the sale.”

“Wow,” she whistles, shaking her head back and forth at the cockiness of this guy, of Killian Jones. Or maybe he’s just confident. He does seem to be laughing a bit at himself, and he could be embarrassed. She swears that she sees the slightest bit of red on the apples of his cheeks. She honestly doesn’t know. “So if I buy the place, you don’t just hang out naked in the shower all day?”

He lets go of her hand and leans forward, seductively winking. That doesn’t make goosebumps rise on her skin at all. “I could if you want me to.”

Her lips part, all words dying on the tip of her tongue. All she can really think about doing is kneeing this guy in the balls, but that doesn’t really seem appropriate. She did kind of invade him in his own home, after all.

“I don’t,” she finally answers.

He shrugs it off. “Fair enough. What was your name again, love?”

“I don’t believe I told you.”

He raises his right brow, lines on his forehead increasing, and she gets the feeling that this is kind of his signature move.

“Would you like to? I’m not Rumpelstiltskin or anything. I don’t get a secret power in knowing your name.”

She laughs at that. She can’t help it. “Funny. My son just got really into fairytales and has been kind of obsessed with Rumpelstiltskin. But I’m Emma. Emma Swan.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Swan,” he smiles, and she notices how he doesn’t question or flinch away at the mention of Henry. Most people do. But this isn’t a date or anything. This is just an awkward meeting, and if she wasn’t interested in buying this house, she’d probably never have to see this guy again. “If you’ll give me five minutes, I’ll change into some actual clothes and show you around the house, give you the real behind the scenes tour. It’s the least I can do.”

She’s not sure why he’s being so nice when she’s the one who walked in on him, but she’ll take it.

“I’d like that.”

After he gets dressed, Killian shows her around the house, telling her all of the ins and outs that she might possibly need to know. Really, he shares far too many weird facts and oddities about the house (like how sometimes he has to slam his hand up in the freezer to get the ice machine to work and how there’s a dip in the wood in the second bedroom that gets worse in the heat) for someone trying to sell the house, but she appreciates his honestly in everything. He’s actually really good at showing the place off, much better than Ashley has been in showing her the other places, and when she asks him if he also works in real estate, he lets out a hearty laugh before telling her that he’s a retired Naval Captain (which explains so damn much about every piece of décor in the house) and is moving to an apartment closer to his new job as the harbormaster. He says he doesn’t need this much space anyways.

It’s the perfect amount of space for she and Henry, though.

She spends an hour or so listening to him talk, which is really far too much time since she’s already looked at most of the house, but she kind of loses track of time listening to him explain things and share stories that give her a little glimpse into all of the life that’s taken place at this house. He’s a charming guy, which is usually the first warning sign to stay far away, but she tells herself that it’s all about the house. That’s why she’s listening to him.

And that’s what she tells herself three days later when she brings Henry to see the place. Killian isn’t there, Ashely most likely actually telling him to leave, but he does leave a note on the counter that she knows is for her.

I left the shower free if you want to test it out. I’d suggest locking the door, love. You never know who might walk in.

“What are you smiling at, Mom?” Henry asks her as he slams a kitchen cabinet door shut.

“Nothing, Kid.”

She goes under contract to buy the house two days later.

Two years later, after dating for nearly all of that time, she asks Killian to move back into the house that he sold to her in some kind of weird full circle move.  

They definitely share the shower.

#cs prompts #cs fic #cs ff #captain swan fic

[venus-says]

Kamen Rider W Episodes 19-36

Even during the most fun rides, you can find some bumps in the road.

Time for another batch of Kamen Rider W. This second part wasn't as satisfying to me as the first one, I must admit, but I'm still enjoying every moment of it.

This second major arc is the one dedicated to the "sixth ranger" of this season, Terui Ryu AKA Kamen Rider Accel, and this was without a doubt the element that made me enjoy less these 18 episodes.

Sixth Rangers, in general, is an "archetype" that gives me a lot of conflicting feelings, while I like the addition of more people to the cast, I always have this fear about this alien element and how will it blend with these characters that already have well-established relations that I care for. So more often than not I tend to not like them as much at first, but depending on how they're developed they can raise to the top of my favorite' list. Sadly in Ryu's case, he didn't cross this "barrier".

One of my problems with him is the problem I have with the majority of Sixth Rangers' being that he was never introduced to us before. Had we seen glimpses of him here and there during previous episodes, he didn't even need to have lines for said appearances, it would build up some hype for his introduction and would make the moment he turns into a Rider a very exciting moment. Sadly that wasn't what we got so I couldn't really care about him that much, especially because he was a jerk, and that weakened the character for me right from his first appearance.

My other problem with him is the lack of development he got. I don't know if the writers didn't know what to do with him, but he was very flat. He started this arc on a Point A, and he stayed the same without showing signs of improvement until we reached Point A where he had a sudden change of heart, then he flatted out again until we reached the end of this arc where he was already at Point C. Putting in other words, we didn't see his development he just went from Point A to Point B, and from Point B to Point C, being points B and C the only times we saw him changing his character.

And this is something I think would've been very easy to do. Like, make him a jerk at his first appearance, make the plot of the mom trying to cover for her son be his third/fourth story and have him actually hurt the mom to later find out she was innocent, that could've made some impact on him and already set up for his turning point that would happen after Shotaro "sacrificed" himself for him a few episodes later. Then have the victim of this last story meet up with him in some of the episodes in between these two points so we can feel something being created there making his final moment be more rewarding. This would be a much better arc, that would make me feel more sympathetic to the dude and that would actually make sense.

The next big problem I have is Phillip (again). I thought episodes 7 & 8 were his lowest point and from that point onward he could only grow because he was already so low there was no way for him to go down any further. And that was working pretty well until we reached episode 32 and the guy who until a few moments ago was saying "you're my partner, I couldn't do this with anyone else" simply dishes Shotaro out because for some reason now he thinks that's okay. Thanks, I hate it.

And we reach Akiko who at this point makes me believe she only exists because they had to fill a quota of female characters because she didn't do anything relevant during this part. She had one story where she shined, but in all other instances she was just loud, annoying, and a very not funny comic relief. You know, I never been the biggest fan of her but I recognized she had potential, especially after that episode where she infiltrated the Sonozaki mansion, but they took away everything that made her interesting, heck now she even knows her father is dead and we didn't see how she find out and how that impacted her. So much wasted potential.

Another thing I dislike, Shroud. If we had chances to see her more I think I could like her, but she appears and disappears just when the plot needs her and is very hard to get a read on her, is she a hero? A villain? Why does she help both Accel and Phillip? And why is she so obsessed with hate?

Thankfully the other ladies of this show were great. Wakana not so much, but Saeko has become my favorite of the villains. Yes, it's a little sad that all she has done during ALL of the season was involve herself with crap men, but she and Doctor Isaka were such an intriguing pair. And while I feel that she was blinded for love and obviously being manipulated, she still managed to get development and I was completely mesmerized. Also, Doctor Isaka was a great villain, he wasn't exceptional - not using his many ports to give him different forms was definitely a waste - but he served his purpose very well.

But despite all of these inconsistencies, there's one element who reigns unshaken and it proves to me that he is without a doubt THE bestest boi, and that element is Shotaro. He's just the best, and these episodes just elevated him. Yes, they made him kind of a pervert which is a downside but since it's not something overused I feel like I can give it a pass. His biggest asset, his Half-Boiledness(?), was really shining this time around since he definitely was the most ground up character and he was the voice of reasoning in most of the situations. It is really a shame that one of his biggest moments kinda lost some of its strength since it happened at the same time as Phillip going completely out of his character, but it was still a very impressive and emotional climax for him.

Before I talk about some specific episodes I wanna take a time to talk about designs once more.

In these episodes we got three new forms and... none of them are good. Accel basic form is kinda goofy, I think they went a bit overboard with the motorcycle theme and it went from cool to silly, they even made the dude turn himself into a bike. At that moment they reached the peak goofiness and I couldn't take him seriously anymore. His Trial power-up is kinda okay? It's a more toned-down version of his basic form and I think it helps in making the design stand out. Again not good, but also not terrible. W's power-up on the other hand... Xtreme would've been just fine if it was just that silver band in the middle, but then we get to the weapon and... oh god. That sword & shield thing doesn't look good, it's also very impracticable, and the effects for the finisher are just so cheesy and cheap-looking, I just can't. They should've gone with just new memories to use with their mix & match gimmick.

In any case, let's talk about episodes. I don't have a lot to say individually since I already gone through the major points I wanted to cover but here are some episodes I think deserve to be highlighted (either for good or bad).

Beginning with Episodes 23 and 24 that are filler episodes but I think they deserve some spotlight because of the musical numbers by Queen & Elizabeth, and Shotaro and Phillip, and the cameo of the singers of the OP that changed in these episodes to seem like a performance on TV, the dopant of this story had also a very interesting power so, great!

Next, are Episodes 25 and 26 that are the episodes where Akiko finally got to shine and was also very touching. Episodes 27 and 28 were one of Ryu's turning points but I'm here highlighting them just because the pandering to the male audience here is so in your face that is uncomfortable but also because the victim of this arc is Shirogane Lily and as an Aikatsu fan I need to highlight that. 29 and 30 had a very interesting dopant, and Isaka attacking while they were in the dream world was also very cool, but other than that it wasn't all that great.

Episodes 33 and 34 had lots of potential but instead of making Akihiko's sister an interesting character that seemed to be completely evil and lasted as an agent for the museum for at least a couple of episodes they went by the easy route and made her a pure girl wanting revenge and that's not the most interesting plot ever. Though the Yesterday dopant had an amazing power and I can't deny that I enjoyed this part. And lastly, episodes 35 & 36 that are kinda bad. Ryu wants a power-up and then he gets just after asking and the most work he has to do for own that power is run in a motocross course and it's just dumb. What saves these episodes is the villains' side of things that was amazing to watch. From Isaka frightening the girl to his bonds with Saeko growing and they planning to dethrone the main villain, there was no moment of them that didn't catch my attention.

I think that's all I have to say for now. I can't believe I'm so close to wrapping this season up already, I don't really want this to end. But I'm also very curious to see how this story will end so I'm also very excited. I'm feeling kinda sick so I'm gonna cut off this outro right now and go to bed get some rest. Thank yall so so much for sticking with me for another huge post and I'll see you guys a next time.

#Kamen Rider W #kamen rider

[iamchikara]

Results for Chikarasaurus Rex under the cut. As with yesterday’s results, only point gains will be recorded. Point totals will not be touched, as they are still in flux due to the Regency Furniture results fiasco. A full update to the point standings covering all three shows, as well as any others that happen in the interval (next one is in October so I really hope this isn’t dragged out for a month) will be done once those results are released.

Match #1: Singles Contest John Francis of Coronado vs. Jakob Hammermeier w/Der Wildebeest John Francis is starting to morph into this weird mish-mash of previous American-hero types, as he used the big boot and legdrop, several of John Cena’s moves, the Angle Slam, and the ankle lock. I’m not sure how to feel about that. Anyways, the ankle lock made Jakob submit. WINNER: John Francis of Coronado (1 point) Match #2: Tag Contest, Campeonatos de Parejas Defense #1 Travis Huckabee and Tony Deppen vs. Lucas Calhoun and Stray Kat First fall went to F.I.S.T. with a small package on Calhoun after a corner kick doubleteam...and then the second fall went to them as well, as Deppen hit a double stomp on Kat while Huckabee had her in the stretch muffler. For how long we had to wait for this first defense, F.I.S.T. taking it in two straight is a bit of a disappointment for me, though at the same time it also conveys the renewed dominance that F.I.S.T. has displayed lately. WINNERS: Travis Huckabee and Tony Deppen Match #3: Singles Contest Missile Assault Man vs. Kobald MAM got the win by submitting Kobald with the Sharpshooter, then was attacked by Hallowicked and Frightmare. Lucas Calhoun and Stray Kat came to MAM’s aid, with Calhoun telling MAM that he couldn’t fight the world alone before they shook hands. Trio #15? WINNER: Missile Assault Man (1 point) Match #4: Singles Contest Fire Ant vs. Cajun Crawdad Crawdad spent the entire match trying to blind Fire, but got put away with a brainbuster after Fire got sick of that. WINNER: Fire Ant (1 point) Match #5: Singles Contest BLANK vs. Penelope Ford This is prob’ly Ford’s last CHIKARA match, as she’s full time with AEW starting next month. Accordingly, BLANK ended his obsession with the Color Wheel. Post-match, he called out Still Life for King of Trios. Considering that we haven’t actually gotten much of a reason for the breakup of the Nouveau Aesthetic beyond BLANK’s obsession with Ford and Still Life having other things to do, it’s weird that we get to this point right now and not, say, at the Season finale or something. WINNER: BLANK (1 point) Match #6: Singles Contest, Grand Championship Defense #1 (as undisputed champion) Dasher Hatfield vs. Mick Moretti Lot of interesting notes described to me from commentary. Technically, this is Dasher’s eighth defense, though first as undisputed champion. Moretti’s facepaint resembled that of one of the Baseball Furies from The Warriors, with suggestions that he was using it to get under Dasher’s skin. Most harshly, Sidney Bakabella claimed that Dasher asked for the match to go on early so he could go home and be with his kids...even though Boomer’s match was on later. See? Toxic! Described as a hot back and forth match, and Dasher successfully retained. WINNER: Dasher Hatfield INTERMI...no, not quite, pre-taped interview from Ophidian hyping up Matt Makowski. Someone possibly jumped the gun with that, but considering how disruptive the Crucible’s been lately, it fit right in with their modus operandi. Then INTERMISSION. It’s time for the Crucible’s presence on this show, as the ropes are down and Ophidian brings out his entire cadre including their referee. Match #7: Crucible Exhibition #1 Matt Makowski vs... Thief Ant is out to answer the challenge, but is shut down fairly quickly and made to tap out with a cross armbreaker. WINNER: Matt Makowski (1 point...I guess? If our esteemed Director of Fun is legitimatizing this whole thing...) Match #8: Crucible Exhibition #2 Evan Matthew Demorest vs... Still Life answers this one, to a huge reaction from the crowd. Unfortunately for Still Life, they didn’t fare any better than Thief, and the match was stopped after they were knocked out with the Demoralizer (a variant of the Last Ride powerbomb). WINNER: Evan Matthew Demorest (1 point...I guess? It’s being treated as a legit part of the show...) Ophidian issues a third open challenge on the behalf of Tunku Amir... Match #9: Crucible Exhibition #3 Tunku Amir vs... ...which is answered by a voice in the crowd screaming “I WILL!” and Jawbreaker Josue/Joey, accompanied by Xavier Faraday and Josh Wells, appears. Joey scored what looks to be the first actual victory against the Crucible cadre, forcing Amir to submit, then racing out of the building with Wells and Faraday, leaving Ophidian to fume and berate Amir before leading his followers out. WINNER: Jawbreaker Josue/Joey (1 point...I guess? Didn’t go Ophidian’s way...) INTERMISSION AGAIN Mike Quackenbush is out to address the crowd. As he apparently suffered an injury at Earning The Lucha Libre Merit Badge, he’s withdrawing from his match on here, and has handpicked Hallowicked as Joey Janela’s opponent. Match #10: Singles Contest Hallowicked vs. Joey Janela In what’s prob’ly Janela’s last CHIKARA match as well (same situation as Ford), he scored the victory with a top rope elbow drop. I don’t get why that happened, but it did. Hopefully some kind of deal can be worked out with AEW, so that he can at least come back and not sit in the inactive part of the standings. WINNER: Joey Janela (1 point) Match #11: Trios Contest The Crucible (Lance Steel, The Whisper, and Devantes) vs. the Creatures of the Deep (Oceanea, Merlok, and Hermit Crab) Bouncing back from their utter humiliation earlier in the show, the Crucible returned to form here, as Devantes pinned Merlok after a TKO. Post-match, the Queen of the Deep was not happy in the slightest with her charges, berating and hitting the big fish in her fury, then told her subjects that they’d regret it if they kept losing. Oceanea, I love ya but they’ve been losing all along and you haven’t done a thing about it, what makes you think they’re going to take that threat seriously? WINNERS: The Crucible Match #12: Singles Contest Princess Kimberlee vs. Solo Darling Kim returned to CHIKARA in strong fashion, defeating Solo with the Alligator Clutch after a Ganso Bomb. Post-match, she shook Solo’s hand, then addressed everything that has been going on. (Below is the transcription, provided by Freakin’ Awesome Network forum lildude8218) "This is just Kimber Lee here for a minute. I need to get real with you guys. Everybody has a past. Every single person here. And in Pittsburgh mine hit me smack in the face. It's something I've ran from for SO LONG and so far even to the point where I gave up my crown to keep this hidden from you. I was a different person in the past, everything you heard it wasn't wrong. I did use Lance Steel as a stepping stool to get where I am. But here's the thing: in life we all do things we regret but it's what you do afterwards that defines who you are. And I am a different person now. So this crown jewel is going to do whatever it takes to make things right." Ophidian interrupts her. "I know how you can make peace with your past. You call yourself the Princess. The Crown Jewel. But you have no kingdom. You have no purpose. The way to make peace with Lance Steel and the Whisper is by becoming a resource of the Crucible." He tells the Whisper to get in the ring and pay his respect. He tells Kim to do the same. She does. "Your new purpose is to lead me and my team to victory at King of Trios. Leave!" So yes, the deep, dark secret that Princess Kimberlee has been harboring for years, the one that she left CHIKARA to protect, the one that she let herself be first blackmailed over and now outright conscripted, is that she was a jerk to Knight Eye 4 The Pirate Guy years ago. This is something that everyone paying attention to Wrestling is Fun! at the time already knew, that anyone not in the know could easily look up, and that I’ve never seen anything even remotely resembling an outcry over. The past is past. People change. We all know that. Dwelling on regrets and holding onto things long past their relevance isn’t healthy. Why Kim let herself be bothered by something like that this far into the future from it is...concerning. Perhaps she’s weaker-willed than we all thought. Who knows? WINNER: Princess Kimberlee (1 point) Match #13: Singles Contest Volgar w/Professor Hugo Nicodemus vs. Boomer Hatfield Boomer tried his best to fight back from the underdog position, even nearly surprising Volgar with a bulldog off the top, but Volgar scored the victory in the end. WINNER: Volgar (1 point) Match #14: Tag Contest Xyberhawx 2000 (Danjerhawk and Razerhawk) vs. Cornelius Crummels and Sonny DeFarge Danjer scored the win for his team with an O’Connor Roll pin on Crummels. Man, those legitimate businessmen can’t catch a break lately, can they? WINNERS: Xyberhawx 2000 (1 point) Match #15: MAIN EVENT, Singles Contest, JKI Finals Green Ant vs. Ophidian Green Ant attempted some psychological warfare by coming out with an Ophidian mask on over his own, but Ophidian wasn’t having any of it and bumrushed him (and even rolled out of the CHIKARA Special) before tapping him out. Post-match, the Crucible paid their respects to end the show. WINNER: Ophidian (1 point...JKI is one point per round adding up to the three)

#CHIKARA #Chikarasaurus Rex #Results

[putschki1969]

Lisani! 2010 Pamphlet - Kalafina Q&A 50 Translation

Hey! ( ･ω･)ﾉ Yesterday @mistress-of-the-obvious was kind enough to share her scans of the pamphlet and after quickly browsing through these questions, I thought it would be quite fun to translate them so you all know what’s going on ^_^. Of course we know a lot of this stuff already but all in all, the Q&A was quite insightful and there were a couple of new facts here and there. Please enjoy!

1. What was the first CD you bought? "口マンスの神様/Romance no Kamisama" by Hirose Kōmi and "パラシューター/Parachuter” by Folder (W) "BOY MEETS GIRL" by TRF (K) A Destiny's Child album (H) 2. Which song do you have on repeat right now? Kalafina's new song (W) Makihara Noriyuki’s "SPY" (K) Acid Black Cherry’s "Maria" (H) 3. Which artists do you look up to? Celine Dion (W) Ozaki Yutaka (K) DREAMS COME TRUE, Beyonce (H) 4. Who would you like to have a singing session with? Celine Dion, Spitz, Joe Hisaishi (W) KARA (K) DREAMS COME TRUE, Beyonce, Acid Black Cherry (H) 5. Who would you really like to meet? Hayao Miyazaki (W) Girls' Generation (K) Myself from a previous life (H)

6. What’s your favourite anime? All Ghibli works, "Evangelion" (W) "One Piece" (K) CLAMP's work (H) 7. What about your favourite manga? "Honey and Clover", "NANA", "We Were There", "Love★Com", " Nausicaä of the Valley of the Wind ", "Oishinbo", "Monster", "Slam Dunk" "Evangelion", "Kyou no Nekomura-san " (W) "One Piece" (K) Works by George Asakura, Hidaka Banri, Mitsuki Kako etc (H) 8. Now your favourite game! My specialty is watching others play but I like "Final fantasy" and "Dragon Quest" (W) "Pokemon" (K) "Nonograms" (H) 9. What’s your go-to song at karaoke? "LOVE" by Nat King Cole (w) "喝采/Kassai" by Chiaki Naomi (K) "未来予想図II/Mirai Yosouzu II" by DREAMS COME TRUE (H) 10. Which songs would you like to cover someday? All the popular oldies (W) Ozaki Yutaka's "OH MY LITTLE GIRL" (K) Song with English lyrics (H) 11. A story hero you look up to? Ashitaka, Kaito Kid, Lupin III (W) Sailor Moon's Tuxedo Mask (K) Mickey Mouse (H) 12. A story heroine you look up to? Nausicaä, Sailor Moon (W) Sailor Moon (K) Sakura (H) 13. What do you most enjoy doing right now? Doing research for my cooking, exploring the city with by bike (W) Doing lives (K) Talking with the other members (H) 14. How do you relax? Reading a book while nestling into my bed (W) Yoga (K) While I am taking a bath (H) 15. What are you doing first thing in the morning? Mute my alarm at least twice (W) Open my curtains (K) I rub at my eyes (H) 16. What would your ideal off day be like? I’d take my time getting up, enjoy a relaxed breakfast, then I’d go see a movie and do some shopping and lastly, I’d have some fun in Disneyland! (W) I’d do some yoga and take a walk, I’d enjoy lunch on my open terrace and at night I’d have dinner with a good friend (K) I’d spend the day sleeping (H) [Surprise, surprise XD] 17. What made you cry lately? I got very emotional while talking to one of my friends (W) When I finally found a solution for something that was troubling me, I cried out of relief and immediately felt refreshed *laughs* (K) During an interview I was talking about our live performances, the thought of all these people coming to see our lives made me incredibly happy and brought tears to my eyes (H) 18. What’s something that surprised you lately? The high quality of children's clothing (W) A friend started to work on her abs and now her midsection is super thin (K) A bug was flying right at me (H) [Keiko as always obsessed with fitness! LOL at Hikaru being attacked by bugs] 19. What’s the most embarrassing thing that happened to you recently? When I tried on the aforementioned children’s clothing *laughs* (W) Eh? Nothing comes to mind... (K) Slipping even though there was nothing on the ground (H) 20. Is there anything you would like to start doing? I’d like to improve my English conversation skills and I would like to start mountain climbing (W) I wanna take cooking classes (K) I’d like to work on my tolerance for spicy food  (H) 21. One of the things you like about yourself? I am not shy in front of strangers (W) I am very positive and proactive (K) I think I have a very calm nature (H) 22. One thing you do not like about yourself? I worry too much about everything (W) I don’t think I am very smart (K) I am too indecisive (H) [You underestimate yourself, Keiko!!! You are always eager to learn new things!!] 23. What’s one of your habits? Pinching my nose after yawning (W) Putting on lip balm even though my lips aren’t dry (K) Talking in dialect. (H) 24. What can you not live without? Lip cream and a pair of fashionable glasses (W) Lip cream (K) Afternoon tea (H) 25. One of the “best” moments for you? When I am waving my arms and singing together with the audience (W) When I managed a smash while playing tennis! (K) When the three of us harmonise perfectly (H)

26. What’s something you are very particular about when it comes to yourself? I need to wear my favourite pyjamas when I am sleeping (W) The length of my bangs, down to the last millimeter (K) My eyebrows (H) [I wonder what Hikaru means by that? Does she always take extra care of her eyebrows? Or does she want them to look a particular way? o.O] 27. A daily habit of yours? Gargling (W) I always eat soup and yoghurt (K) Listening to music (H) 28. What’s something “weird” about you? When I am alone at karaoke, I will try to do some strange imitations but it won’t look anything like the original (W) Pretty much all day I am curling my toes. It’s rather troublesome (K) My sense of humour (H) [LOL at all three replies. I wanna see Wakana acting all weird and crazy in a karaoke room] 29. Something you can cook well? Spaghetti aglio e olio, simmered chicken with lemon cream (W) Spaghetti Napolitan (K) Amberjack Teriyaki (H) 30. What is your favourite fashion style? Black tights + shorts + tunic dress + jacket + fur muffler + beret + boots (W) An edgy rock style and a doll-y look (K) Cute + sexy (H) [Yup, Hikaru is always dressed in a very sexy way with all those see-through tops and such. I wouldn’t call her style cute tho. It’s more edgy and casual with a hint of sexiness if you ask me.] 31. Do you have any cosplay you'd like to try? Sailor Moon (W) Ruffy (K) · Cat (H) 32. What did you want to be as a child? Manga artist (w) Radio/TV announcer (K) Singer (H) 33. Where would you like to go on a date? Disneyland or a road trip (W) A place where it’s quiet and cosy with lots of greenery (K) Going to the places we both like (H) 34. What would a perfect proposal sound like? Something simple without being too stiff or too elaborate (W) "I want to cherish you for the rest of my lifetime" I really want someone to say this to me *laughs* “I would love to spend the rest of my life at your side” (H) 35. A place you wanna visit? Egypt! (W) L.A. (US) (K) Switzerland (H) [Yes Hikaru, come to Switzerland. It’s just a short trip to Austria from there XD] 36. Are you more of an “uke/passive” or “seme/active” type? Seme (W) Sometimes seme, sometimes uke (K) Both *laughs (H) [One track mind. All I am thinking of is yaoi/bl XD; I am actually surprised Wakana is the only one who sees herself as exclusively “seme”] 37. You are running late! What’s your excuse? I’ll apologise and come up with a tiny little lie along the lines of, "Sorry! I missed my stop!" (W) “I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I am sorry!” (K) Sorry I am late, I lost track of time looking at cute clothes (> _ <) (H) 38. You just won a hundred million yen in the lottery! What are you gonna do with it? I’ll put half of it aside for my savings, with the other half I’ll buy a house for my family and I’ll travel overseas with the members of Kalafina and our staff (W) I’d buy a plot of land (K) I’d save all of it (H) 39. You are in a tough spot and in need of help! Who do you want to come to your rescue? Doraemon (W) Ruffy (K) My family (H) [LOL at Kei’s and Wa’s answers] 40. What do you associate with the word "Love"? Victory! (W) Patience (K) Doesn’t want anything in return (H) 41. What do you associate with the word "Music"? Kalafina’s song "Ongaku" (W) Being tied together (K) Connections (H) 42. How would you encourage someone who is dealing with a difficult situation? It’s okay, you don’t have to say anything, don’t push yourself too hard! (W) I will be there for you when you are ready to talk (K) I know it hurts right now but things will get better! (H) 43. If you could make one wish, what would it be? I want to be able to fly up into the sky (W) I want peace for everyone on earth (K) Please let me live a good life! (H) 44. If the world were to end tomorrow, what would be your final meal? Gyoza! (W) Chirashi Sushi made by my mother (K) A meal surrounded by all my loved ones (H) [No surprise there at all, Wakana XD] 45. Please share a secret you have never shared before! I am a big old scaredy-cat! (W) It’s a secret (K) Truth is...I have a big mole on the sole of my foot (H) [Why so secretive, Keiko????] 46. What is your best memory in 2010? All our live performances!! Our lives in Tokyo, Nagoya and Osaka and of course our first Asia Tour!! (W) Having met so many people through Kalafina’s music, I feel like each and every person has become a part of me (K) Being able to meet so many people (H) 47. Describe the year with a single kanji/word! 充実/Completion!  (W) 学/Studying (K) 寅/Tiger (H) [No idea how to inerpret Hikaru’s answer o.O Edit: I should have made my troubles clear here. I am aware that Hikaru refers to the Chinese zodiac year, the kanji cannot be understood otherwise but I wonder how to interpret that. Does that year encompass certain things? Obviously with all kinds of zodiac signs, there are certain predictions and such but does she really refer to that? Seems like something Wakana would do o.O ] 48. A brief comment regarding Lisani! LIVE 2010!! Lisani! LIVE is the best! (W) For this final event of the year, we would like to sing for everyone and have fun together so that all of us can feel united! (K) I am happy to be able to participate in such a nice event! (H) 49. A brief message for all the fans who came to see you! Thank you everyone for coming!! Let's make it a memorable day!! (W) Thank you! I feel incredibly happy that I could spend these precious moments together with all of you! Until next time! (K) Thank you for coming to see us! I am happy that I can meet all of you! (H) 50. How are you gonna celebrate the finished event? Karaoke, Disneyland, Onsen! (W) At a restaurant that serves some good and dry ginger ale (K) Anywhere, as long as it’s fun! (H)

#kalafina #my translations #lisani pamphlet 2010 #q&a #50 questions

[qvet]

so my favorite way to deal with someone that I am frustrated with is to basically unpack it all with someone I know/trust that will listen and also possibly add more fuel to the fire.  petty, I know, but doing so is truly cathartic for me and then after that I can almost always face aforementioned frustrating person more easily, or at least without EXPLODING.  I usually feel pretty safe about doing this but this time it’s my housemates that I want to complain about.  I feel like talking to someone who knows all of us might be helpful, but at the same time I’m always worried my shit talking will go back to them, and it’d be ESPECIALLY bad if it’s with people I live with.  so, human journal, I’m gonna complain here.

((also, I know that these pale in comparison to other roommate horror stories and that I am pretty lucky comparatively but…….I want to complain ok)

so to begin with I knew I was the “third wheel” of the house, as in the other two housemates are best friends and I am more secondary which is totally fine.  sometimes I feel a little sad because they click more with each other than I ever will click with either of them but that’s fine because I honestly don’t consider them my very favorite/best friends here, and that’s ok.  just made me feel a little sad at first.  things that they really enjoy like online shopping, makeup, Taylor Swift, I just can’t put my heart into and that is 100% fine for them to like!!!  I just can’t/don’t participate and feel really different from them is all.  anyways.  not a big deal.  then the stuff became bigger, like the “oh just gonna skip class” mentality that they both have from time to time.  which……I never understood because…..if you are mentally and physically able to go our parents are paying SO much money for this + literally what better things do we have to do than going to class????????  but again, minor.  extremely minor.

but then……….I started feeling some things were off.  with one housemate, she’s not even home half of the time because she’s at her boyfriend’s house ~30-40 minutes away (which I think takes away from her experience at college here but w/e it’s not my business and she seems happy) but other times he comes here.  he’s usually not a big problem but again, when he’s here she only spends time with him.  my only legit gripe with him is that when he’s here in the morning he takes a shower before leaving which…………I mean, ok, I get that you have to go to work but………..I have class to go to and I LIVE here?????????  could you please wake up earlier if you are going to do this????????  in my home??????  I expected to share the bathroom with two people, not three.  anyways, then for the housemate herself, she’s a perfectly nice person, but I have realized that our senses of humor are not on the same wavelength and I feel like I really have to put on an act for her to really click with me at all (not her fault, mine, but still something that bothers me).  my legit gripe with her is how passive aggressive she is with like asking us to clean stuff around the house…..like she’ll say something kind of serious and then after I say “oh ok sure I’ll do it tonight” or whatnot she’ll talk in this babyish kind of voice as if we were trying to confront her about something??????  I don’t know how to describe it but it makes me uncomfortable.  also, ok, not her fault, but she is from a pretty well off family and she is obsessive about like nickle-and-diming everything which I don’t know…..also annoys me?  like it always has to be EXACT with tax included which is like…..ok….that’s valid to a degree but you’re getting ONE DOLLAR more ????!?!!!!  whatever.  I think I’m just annoyed at how she just talks in a babyish way to us as if she is trying to avoid conflict when she asks us about things like mopping the floor?????  I don’t think I’m articulating this right but something about her demeanor is off-putting.  we’re also a part of this club together and she often puts her boyfriend/staying in bed over going to social interactions with the club which I mean is fine, it’s her choice, but it makes me kind of sad that she doesn’t really spend a lot of time with anyone other than him????  I don’t know anyways I’m not really super annoyed with her in particular.  usually I just need an hour break from her and we’re good again

it is the other one that I am kind of more fed up with……so first of all, they’re both kind of flaky about going to things, which is a HUGE pet peeve of mine because like…….how HARD is it to just DO something that you said you were going to do……..I mean ok if you’re sick sure, but like if you have a midterm two days later and we made the plan a week ago and agreed to it……you FUCKIN KNEW that it was going to happen so don’t cancel on me because you’re irresponsible!!!!! own up to your mistake!!!!!  whatever, anyways she just flakes out/cancels on plans all the time, almost always because of an academic thing she forgot about or LITERALLY just because she is tired…..and same thing with her and not going to social events for the club we’re in together.  I don’t know, I feel like it sends the message that her time/herself is more important than an agreement she made with someone.  like in the first two months of living with her she cancelled on me FIVE times.  and what makes it worse is that she does it so flippantly like…..I said “oh, yea, we have our dinner with friend x tonight!!” and she said “oh, yeah, that’s not happening” really casually in favor of staying in bed and I don’t know it really made me upset.  she also takes twenty minutes to shower which doesn’t sound like a lot but when you share a bathroom with others in the morning it is a TIME CRUNCH !!!!!!  two more things: one, the people that live above us used to have pretty frequent parties, and yeah, they were kind of loud but I at least never thought they were egregious (i.e. I could fall asleep).  this housemate is a pretty light sleeper so for the first few weeks of school when they were having parties she’d be like “can we call the cops” and I’d always be like “oh um I mean I’m ok with the noise for now but if you want to call them you can” just because I wanted to have a good relationship with the upstairs people just in case but I wasn’t super super opposed to filing a complaint.  but anyways this went on and on and she’d always ask ME to do it and I was like YOU ARE THE ONE that wants to call them, YOU be a big girl and do it.  eventually she got my other housemate + her boyfriend to call one night, which I was fine with, and I thought the ordeal was over.  but then one day on her birthday when we had a couple of friends over we were talking about it and in front of everyone she accuses me of not letting her call them!!!!!!!!!  like!!!!!! bitch!!!!!!! I fucking TOLD YOU YOU COULD I JUST WAS NOT GOING TO DO IT FOR YOU!!!!!!  AND YOU DIDN’T EVEN DO IT IN THE END!!!!!!!!!  I was just so annoyed that she would tell such a blatant lie in front of people/embarrass me in front of close friends.  but the latest thing that got to me was related to her light sleeping habit.  so basically I had a few of my favorite friends from college over at TEN on a Saturday night (tonight)…there were six of us total and we were pretty much just staying in my room, door closed, just snacks, no drinks.  anyways…..at ten thirty she says were are being TOO loud, she is trying to sleep, and ASKS US IF WE CAN GO TO SOMEONE ELSE’S HOUSE.  this just bothered me on SO many levels……..first of all, ?????  am I not allowed to have…..my friends over…..on a Saturday night after 9pm??????  then……you want me to….invite myself over at someone else’s house?????  I took a deep ass breath and just said we’d try to keep it down ((((I didn’t think we were really loud but reasoned ok we were watching videos on my projector and maybe we were laughing too loud, whatever, we’ll just talk)))) so we just talked.  we were just talking…..the six of us……and then at eleven thirty she comes into my room, pulls me aside, and basically tells me to kick them out and ask someone to host us.  but because I am just a people pleaser/weenie I just said yes to get her out of the way and told my friends.  my one source of validation was that one of them, my favorite friend in college, said that it wasn’t cool of her to do that to me since I lived here and it was before midnight on a Saturday which made me think……um yeah?????  and I was happy for the validation but I didn’t know what to do about it.  anyways I just told him I’d address in the morning even though I have no idea what I’d say to her and know I’m not going to say anything to her.  it just annoys me because she said she wanted to go to sleep because she had a “really late night” yesterday (read: she went out drinking) and I wanted to ask WHOSE FAULT THAT WAS and that basically she has a monopoly on all my nights here by just going to sleep and using her light sleeper excuse.  god.  I don’t hate her or anything I’m just very annoyed.  I think I’m just sad because I’m realizing our personalities aren’t as naturally compatible for friendship/I have to put on an act for both of them for things to run smoothly between us and all plus I am growing annoyed at their small quirks. 

I know I should probably just like tell them that I’m annoyed about these things but I don’t know how to do confrontation in non-professional/academic settings so I’m just going to have to SUFFER !!!!!!!!!  thanks for being here though, tumblr, I do feel at least a little better.

edit: I remembered something else about the first housemate!!!  like three weeks ago our wifi went out randomly and I was trying to communicate with her via text about it since she was at her boyfriend’s house.  I understand that it’s stressful to deal with but she was very evasive about doing anything and said “sorry I don’t have a lot of time to deal with this I have 2 midterms this week” which I mean is somewhat warranted but she didn’t ask/take into consideration me who also had two midterms that week????  like, we’re in college, we’re all having midterms.  but the other housemate was like ahhhh technology can’t do this sorry!!! (she is fairly inept with electronics) so I just sucked it up and called customer service/dealt with mailing it back to get a new one because I knew it’d just resolve it faster.  I wish I spoke up for myself more but just think it’s better to avoid conflict and do what I have to do to just resolve things faster.  but now I feel this way lmao so maybe not Update: LMAO I was such a drama queen about this what tf the fuck ????!!! .

#personal #not sad more frustrated #read: super long housemate rant about mostly trivial things

[kawaiidragonpotato]

A Heated Heart (Peter Parker x Reader) Part 4

(Warnings: Cursing, more making out, teenage hormones man)

Summary: Reader is pissed cause it has been a few weeks since her rescue make out with spiderman and ever since then Peter has been avoiding her like the plague. When she finally gets the chance to talk to him, she let's loose and Peter can't hide his staring and she figures out why and his secret identity is no longer a secret.

Alright. She can take a hint. (Y/n) wasn't born yesterday, nor was she raised under a rock, she could tell when someone was avoiding her. And that little bitch Parker was avoiding her. No, no, she shouldn't let her anger get the best of her. But it had been almost a whole month of him seeing her in the hallways, only to turn the other way. Of switching seats in every class they had and secretly begging teachers (she got nosy) to keep her busy as their TA. If she got to be near him long enough to speak, he'd stick his earbuds in or talk to Ned if they also shared the class together. She was not sure what she did wrong, if she remembered correctly it was Parker who had left her high and dry on their study date, so she should be the one avoiding him.

"Alright Parker, two can play at this game" (Y/n) grumbled to herself, her new mission set in place the next day. She started it off simply enough, she stopped trying to catch his attention or confront him. With a few days of her doing this, and him now sneaking worried glances her way, she bumped it up a notch. She started to wear revealing clothing. Yes, it was a bit childish for her to show skin, and get Peter to react cause of this, but she was past the point of not being petty. But it got her the reaction she desired. When she walked into biology in a sun dress that was borderline skimpy with the way it looked (but it did in fact cover enough of her, looks can be deceiving), she looked fleetingly at everyone in the class, her eyes landing on Peter long enough to see his eyes wide and jaw slack. Her eyes showed disinterest as she flicked her bangs away from her face and she sat in her seat, seeming to forget she was wearing a dress as she lifts her feet and plops them on the teachers desk like she usually does while in this class. While there was a few snickers no one made a bigger scene then Peter who promptly slammed his head against his desk on accident (he was leaning on his hand when he saw her do this and his hand slipped).

"Is there something you wish to say Mr. Parker?" The teacher asks as Peter scrambles to sit properly and shakes his head flustered.

"A-ah. No n-no sir n-not at all. Great job" Peter gives the teacher a awkward smile and thumbs up before rubbing the back of his head. The teacher hums with a slightly questioning look, before turning to see what could be the reason for the quiet sniggering and smacks (Y/n)'s feet causing her to jump slightly and shift her legs enough for Peter to catch a sight of her underwear. He groans and covers his face in embarrassment and misery. They were Lacey and seemed to have a pattern on them. Upon noticing everyone looking at him Peter rubs his head as he looks at the teacher apologetically. "S-sorry"

(Y/n) sniggers as she is asked by the teacher to help Peter, who has been struggling all period and seems to be making a mess. Once she reaches Peter and Ned's table she notices how Ned looks sympathetic but isn't helping Peter one bit. You get behind him and lean over Peter, noticing how he tenses as you look at his scribbles in concentration to try and see where he is messing up.

"Geez Parker this is grade school stuff where your messing up at. Right here you got the variables switched up" (Y/n)'s voice talking in his ear has shivers down his spine as he's brought back to the day in the alley, her hot mouth ravaging his and how he had to go home after he got her home safely and ja- take a shower. He snaps out of it when he sees her smooth (s/c) hand reach over his shoulder to point at the variables she spoke of. "Right here" she whispers, her breath warm and comforting, he catches a whiff of what he would consider heaven (but he knows must be some perfume or body spray she put on that appeals to her natural scent) as she looks at him.

"O-oh. R-right. Um, thanks" Peter stutters out lamely as he fumbles with his pencil to erase and switch the variable's. He didn't know he made such a bad error, but he was really distracted by (y/n) lately. She had begun to ignore him and not even acknowledge him anymore, not even attempting to talk to him. He cursed at himself because he knew it was because of him avoiding her every time he saw her in the hallways, or ignoring her himself when they were in class. But every time he saw her all could remember was that time in the alley and he didn't want to reveal to her who he was and ruin what they had, and he also wanted to keep her safe from the danger his super hero life entailed.

"...Peter! Dude, c'mon class has been out for a while now, I'll meet you at the lunchroom alright man?" Ned asks, causing Peter to snap out of his inner turmoil as he nods his head in confirmation and gets his stuff ready to leave. (Y/n) notices this and instantly swoops in. She enjoys the twinge of satisfaction she feels when she pinches Peters ass and he yelps because of this, only when he turns and realizes its her does he make a noise similar to a squeak and seems to be speechless and he stares at her. He looks flustered as she traps him against the table and she glares at him.

"Alright Parker I don't know why you have been avoiding me but I'm officially pissed so you better tell me before you make me do something I'll regret" (Y/n)'s voice sounds calm enough but Peter can hear the undertones of raw and pure anger.

"Me? A-avoiding you?! I-I don't know what your talking ah, um about" Peters face flushes a noticeable red as he keeps sneaking glances at her lips and licks his in response. (Y/n) notices this instantly since she has been staring at him intently. Once his eyes flicker up to hers he seems to fidget and look away with rosy cheeks, biting his lip.

"What is up with you Peter?!.....did...did I do something??" Peter quickly looks at her in what seems to be horror as he grabs her hands and holds onto them tightly.

"W-What?!! N-no you haven't done anything! I just-" Peter groans as he subconsciously looks at your lips in what seems to be longing and licks his lips again and looks away with a long sigh. "I'm sorry to make you worry (y/n)" he lowers his voice and your eyes seem to slightly widen as you recognize that tone instantly.

"No fucking way, you have got to be shitting me" You say as you look at Peter in disbelief and he cannot help but to look at you in confusion. But all you do is shake your head and look Peter up and down. "That's why your acting like this Parker? Cause your spiderman?!" You whisper yell this as you peer around to make sure the teacher took their lunch break. Peter's eyes look like their about to pop out of his head

"Wh-what?! N-no no I'm not Spiderman, why would you say that?!" Peter whisper yells as he tries not to freak out too much. Your not buying it as you roll your eyes.

"Cut the crap Peter. No way did you suddenly become obsessed with my lips. The only person I've made out with this last month is Spiderman and judging by how your acting like a virgin when you get near me, you really need to work on the whole secret identity thing dude. Control your hormones a bit" You snort a bit but by the end of your statement your staring at Peter with wide eyes as you finally are processing what has gone down. Peter Parker, the cute, geeky bastard you have been falling in love with, is SPIDERMAN.

Both of you stare at one another for a long time, neither paying attention to how much time has passed or how much time is left in lunch, no doubt Ned was probably wondering where Peter was. But that was the farthest thing from either of your minds. Your eyes widen when you watch as Peters eyes get slightly hooded and he grabs your face, registering what he mumbles under his breath.

"Fuck it" Peter mumbles before he kisses you with as much passion as he can put into his second kiss. He feels a bit insecure not sure if he is doing it right, but he sure as hell got a confidence boost when he feels you melt into his body and moan into his mouth as you wrap your arms around him and thread your fingers in his hair. He let's out a grunt before he slips out a moan of his own as he brings his hands down to your hips and pulls you even closer than before. He nibbles slightly on your lips like he's been daydreaming about, pleased to find out that you like it as you moan and open your mouth, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth. Your tongues fight for dominance before you give in and decide to let Peter have this win as he happily explores your mouth before he begins to pull away, leaving you breathless. 

"So glad I made out with you in that alleyway" (Y/n) gasps out as Peter can't help the goofy grin he gets on his face as he pecks her cheek and holds (y/n) close to himself. 

"I'm glad that was my thank you" You lightly smack his chest but don't fight the smile on your face as you snuggle up to him.

"Guess this means were dating right?" (Y/n) questions as Peter grins and looks at her with awe and adoration on his face.

"I g-guess so, well, I mean I hope so" Peter whispers shyly as you smile and reach up to kiss him lightly on the lips. You were glad you found out his little secret, cause if you didn't you were sure he wouldn't have gotten the courage to confess (in his own weird way). Sure you were still upset about the long ass month of what seemed to be him avoiding you out of embarrassment, but you were okay with it if it all added up to this moment.

~alright that's it, its done, might have to make one more chapter with smut maybe or just a cute epilogue with reader having fun with her new boyfriend being spiderman. Either or it will be a epilogue that I might do.~

[marwritesgood]

Late Apologies | I. Lahey

Pairing ; Isaac x BestFriend!Reader Timeframe ; Mid-S2

Summary ; In which, even with his newly gained werewolf abilities, he is still too late.

He had been avoiding for nearly a month, which was far beyond unusual, because they had been inseparable since birth.

At first, Y/n tried to brush it off. She didn’t want to seem like the kind of person that obsessed over little things such as her best taking some time away from her. But then she caught him hanging out with people she had never even recognised. Eric, Boyd and Derek, she found out their names were. Two of them went to Beacon Hills High School with her and Isaac, but the other one finished about two years ago.

Isaac started wearing black leather, joined the lacrosse team and began treating other people in a very un-Isaac-like behaviour. She almost didn’t recognise him when she marched to his locker, fed up with his attitude and ready to confront him.

“Hey, there, stranger,” Y/n greeted him, slamming his locker shut to get his attention.

It takes him a small moment to actually look her in the eye, but even then he didn’t seem like he wanted to talk, let alone to her.

“Hey,” he says, reluctantly, not looking at her directly in the eye, which, as you could imagine, only made her more annoyed.

“Hey?!” Y/n repeated in anger. “Is that seriously all you can say to me right now? Hey?!”

“What are you-”

“Stop it with the bullshit, Isaac,” she snaps, crossing her arms to emphasise just how pissed off she was. “You don’t get to ignore me for nearly a month, and play stupid. You were supposed to help me with my english homework yesterday… or did you forget? Just like you’ve been forgetting for the past four weeks!”

“Y/n, please, let me explain-”

“What explanation could you possibly have for blowing me off? If hanging out with me is something you’ve grown out of… if you’d rather be seen with the people your hanging out with, now, and acting the way you’ve been acting lately, then, for crying out loud, you could’ve just told me four weeks ago, instead of leaving me to be constantly stood up.”

“That’s not it, Y/n,” he cries, his heart slowly breaking as he realised how far this went. “C'mon, you know that’s not it.”

“Then what is it, Isaac? Tell me… please, because I really hate this… feeling like an idiot.”

“I’m trying to protect you.”

Y/n can’t help but scoff at this, which only frustrates Isaac, because he was really, truly, telling her the truth. But, of course, when someone you care about ignores you for so long, and their reasoning for that was something so vague, it’s not surprising Y/n reacted in such a way.

“I can protect myself, thank you very much, try another excuse.”

“No, you understand, Y/n,” Isaac says, looking around to make sure no one was paying attention to their argument. “This… thing. It’s bigger than you and me, and it’s capable of hurting you… really badly. As long as you’re not associated with me, you’ll be out of harm’s way, and I can’t let anything hurt you.”

“W- What is this… thing?” Y/n questioned, deciding to entertain his excuse, even if it was still very vague and didn’t make much sense to her quite yet.

“I… I can’t tell you.”

“Well… isn’t that convenient,” Y/n muttered, her eyes suddenly turning ice cold.

“Y/n, I wish I could tell you, you have no idea-”

“Then just tell me, for heaven’s sake! We used to tell each other everything, Isaac, why is it that you’re all of a sudden hiding things from me. We don’t do that.”

“Y/n, if I tell you,” he begins, licking his lips as he tried to collect his thoughts. Tried to make sure that he wouldn’t say the wrong thing… again. “If I tell you, you’ll want to know more, and I know that, because I know you, but… But once you know about what we’re up against, you’ll be at risk of getting hurt, and I can’t let that happen… I can’t loose anymore people.”

“So, your solution is to pretend I don’t exist in your world,” she says, tears gathering along her waterline. “You know… you keep telling me that this… whatever thing, is going to hurt me… That all you’re trying to do is keep me from being hurt, but the only person doing that is you.”

Isaac is at a lost for words. Watching her cry, because of him.

Her, the girl who’s mom was his mom’s best friend.

The girl who asked her mum to pack extra lunch for him in kindergarten. The girl who left her window open, so he could climb through if he ever needed to escape for a small bit. The girl held his hand at his mother’s funeral. The girl who held his hand at his brother’s funeral. The girl who stormed into the sheriff’s station and was willing to lie, just so he would no longer be a suspect on his father’s murder case.

He hurt her.

“Y/n…” He whispers, feeling defeated because he knew there was nothing he could say, not without putting her harms way or making the situation even worse than it already was.

“Your friends are waiting for you, Isaac,” Y/n responds, emotionless, wiping away her tears as she gestured towards the blonde girl and the bulky guy standing at the end of the hallway. “Just go.”

Before he can turn around, Y/n is the first to walk away, leaving Isaac fully and completely broken inside.

‘Meet me at the pool. I’ll tell you everything.’

Y/n was in the middle of trying to figure out what the hell her English homework was about, when her phone went off and she saw this text from Isaac’s number.

She had just finished sobbing in her bed, and tried to do something to distract her, but once she read his text, she did not hesitate to grab her mother’s car keys and head straight to their school.

The pool area in their school building was gloomy at night, which gave Y/n goosebumps as she walked through the entry doors to the indoor pool.

“Isaac?” She called, getting more and more nervous when there was no response.

“Isaac, are you here?”

She made a lap around the room, before giving up and deciding to head out, but just as she did a large creature came down from the ceiling and blocked her from leaving.

“Well, well, well…” Y/n quickly turns around to see a guy making slow steps towards her. He looked familiar, she definitely remembered walking past him a few times in between classes. “I’m glad to see you got my text.”

“Who are you?” Y/n shakily asks, afraid to make any sudden moves due to the unnaturally large reptile standing behind her.

“You don’t know me,” he begins, stopping once he was just a couple of steps away from Y/n. “But, boy, do I know you.”

“What do you want from me?” She questions, trying to speak calmly, but failing epic-ally. “I swear to god don’t know you… Why did you trick me into coming here?”

“It’s not what I want from you,” he explains. “In fact, I’ve got absolutely nothing against you, personally, but, you see… All I want is to see the Lahey’s suffer. To have them beg me to stop. I guess I could just stop now… Now that I’ve made sure Coach Lahey is dead… but, in my mind, as long as one of them lives, there’s a chance it might happen again… to someone else just like me.”

She is thinking now, trying to figure what it is he is referring to and why he had such a grudge against the Laheys. Sure, she knew Camden and his father weren’t very great people, but what did they do to him that made him like this?

She is watching him stare off into space for a moment. She studies the way, in which he is avoiding looking at the pools. He is fully clothed, and he seems to be leaning towards the opposite direction of the water, ever so slightly.

Now she has an idea as to what it is that caused this, but before she can speak, he beats her to it.

“But, I tell you, it is so hard to catch that boyfriend of yours, now that he has a pack. So, I thought to myself, the only way to get my hands on him is to make him vulnerable. And, after weeks of watching him, I now know that you’re his only weakness. So, I wish I could say I hate doing this, but, hey, it’s what must be done.”

“No, plea-”

Before she can reach out to the boy, and try and talk some sense into him, she is tossed into the diving pool by the creatures tail. Her eyes are open as she sinks in the water, and she tries as hard as she can to move, but she is paralysed. Whatever it was that came off of the creature’s tail kept from moving.

Her eyes, then, close.

“I don’t know if this’ll work, guys.”

Erica rolls her eyes, and hands him the basket of flowers, chocolates and more chocolate, while Boyd keeps an eye out just in case someone in the neighbourhood was watching them, contemplating calling 911.

“Helping people is out of character for me,” Erica says, straightening Isaac’s tie and fixing his hair. “So, just be grateful I made the basket and that Y/n is one of the only people I don’t have anything against.”

Isaac ignores her, his mind more set on getting Y/n back than anything else. She always kept her window open for him, not only for the nights he needed to escape from his home for a little while, but she had done so recently in case he ever came back.

He felt like a real asshole for blatantly ignoring her. She kept his window open, sent him good morning, good night texts, and even made an extra copy of her notes for the classes he missed due to werewolf business.

'I’ll win her back,’ he thought to himself. 'I’ll tell her everything and never do anything like this again. I’ll get her back.’

He pushes her window open, feels the beating of his heart speed up at the thought of surprising her, and finally being on good terms with her, which fades when he sees her empty bed, sheets of paper still scattered on the top of it.

“What the hell,” he whispers to himself, which Erica and Boyd hear clearly, making them keep a close eye on the open window, worried about what was going on in the teenage girl’s room.

Isaac is staring at her room, feeling lost for a moment, that is, until his eyes land on her cell phone, half buried beneath her pillow.

Without thinking too much about it, he grabs her phone and unlocks it. He knew Y/n nearly as well as she knew herself, so figuring out her password was anything but a brain teaser.

'Meet me at the pool. I’ll tell you everything.’

He would’ve shrugged it off, assumed the message was sent from a classmate or a teammate from her swim team, but it wasn’t.

It was sent from his number, but Isaac was not the one who sent it.

So, once again, without thinking too much about it, he raced out of Y/n’s room and headed towards their school as fast as feet could take him, Eric and Boyd not too far behind him.

“Y/n,” he called, pacing around the pool.

It wasn’t until he began looking around that he found his cellphone, just a few steps away from the diving pool.

Erica and Boyd busted through the door, following Isaac as he walked slowly around the pools, arms out as though he felt like something was going to jump out.

“Y/n?” He called once again, sighing when there was no response.

He walked further on, past the diving pool, until he heard Erica gasp and both her’s and Boyd’s footsteps stop abruptly. They were staring into the diving pool, expressions as though they had seen a ghost, prompting Isaac to quickly see what the fuss was about.

“No,” he whispered underneath his breath.

It wasn’t clear as to what it was at the bottom of the pool, at least not clear enough to be certain it was a body, but Erica and Boyd could smell the scent hidden beneath the chlorine, the scent Isaac was too distracted to catch.

They all knew it well.

“I’ll jump,” Boyd insisted, knowing true and well that Isaac was in too much of a state of emotional vulnerability to be able to retrieve the body at the bottom of the pool.

Isaac nodded, as Boyd dived into the pool. Erica placed one hand on his shoulder as they waited for Boyd to come back up. When he did, Isaac collapsed, pulling the body of his- now deceased- best friend closer to him.

“No… no, it can’t be,” he mumbled hopelessly, holding onto Y/n’s body as though she had any chance coming back to life.

She did not.

It would be useless to describe all the pain and anger Isaac is feeling in the moment he realised Y/n was dead. But it should, most definitely, be noted just how much of his world vanished along with Y/n.

There would be no more of her.

Her, the girl who’s mom was his mom’s best friend.

The girl who asked her mum to pack extra lunch for him in kindergarten. The girl who left her window open, so he could climb through if he ever needed to escape for a small bit. The girl held his hand at his mother’s funeral. The girl who held his hand at his brother’s funeral. The girl who stormed into the sheriff’s station and was willing to lie, just so he would no longer be a suspect on his father’s murder case.

Her body was there, in his arms, but she was long gone. To say that Isaac was heartbroken would be far beyond an understatement.

He was a spectrum of every terrible emotion one could think of. Angry that he didn’t climb through her window to apologise earlier, because, maybe she would still be there if he had. Frustrated that anyone would commit such a terrible crime upon someone like Y/n. But, most of all, lost, for he did not just loose a best friend.

He lost a soul mate.

Let the record show just how lucky we all are to be anyone but Isaac Lahey in this very moment.

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