#it's my picnic and i choose the eyeshadow looks

[strawbeariediary]

𝑎𝑟𝑖 𝑙𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

➳ 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 — all works cited are mines. I do not own any of the marvel characters however my main characters are exclusively black, woc (arab, asian, latina, etc), and of legal age.

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➳ 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒 — follow my writing blog @strawbeariefaerie and look through my main masterlist. if you can leave some feedback, it’s always greatly appreciated ˚₊· ♡

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ based on his character in rsdr my work does not promote nor support any zionist ideology nor does it detail to any pro-Israel propaganda. most of these works have ddlg dynamics, do not interact or click the continue reading button if it isn’t your thing.

𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠

— 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝𝐲: Once upon a time, in the shiny pearly gates of an elite residential community not long ago - lived our dear sweet y/n Beaudelaire. A revengeful Juliet, a woeful princess within the lavish parts of these aristocratic folk. What will happen when she meets again with her once Romeo now fiend in the lovely auspicious event of her graduation party? Especially when she’s out for his head.   

𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 — chapter one ๑ series on hiatus!

— 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤: a night of dirty dancing with two lovesick strangers leads you to you inviting them into your home and into your heart.

𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒 — pomegranate kisses ๑ strawberry lipstick ๑ garden of desire — work in progress!

𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑠

— 𝐀𝐬 𝐈𝐟: A white satin Calvin Klein dress breaks the sexual tension between you and Ari Levinson as you attempt to leave for a date. Sparking off an intoxicating air of possessiveness between Sunset Boulevards mayor and you, the daughter of his bestfriend.

— 𝐬𝐤𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞: Getting tired of the same old kisses as the only form of intimacy in this scandalous relationship between you and your new neighbor. A regular day of sunbathing, cloud watching and chewing on lemon strawberry mentos by your poolside isn’t the only thing on your mind when you call Mister Levinson over. Hopefully you’ll keep this relationship a secret...

— 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐞: Ari punishes you for being a brat during your date out at the summer carnival.

— 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫: Your daddy bear takes you out on a picnic!

— 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬: Ari Levinson takes his little ones out to the beach to enjoy a day full of swimming in the sparkling sea, making opulent sand palaces, and not having to choose between seashell crowns and seaweed necklaces.

— 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲: Makeovers and movies are always so fun! Especially when you’re experimenting with Ari on not just eyeshadow palettes and lipglosses but sex positions to.

— 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐨𝐩: You’ve been a good girl all day and as the rules follow, good girls deserve treats.

— 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐳 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬! You’ve been testing Ari’s patience and it’s up to him to put you straight even if it’s going to be your first real punishment.

— 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐲-𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐛: Ari hasn’t been paying you much attention and so you take matters in your own hands as well as your short cherry skirt.

ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠 & 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑟𝑏𝑠

— 𝐜𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦: after calming you down from an anxiety attack, Ari helps you soothe from any remaining stresses with cookies.

— 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐮𝐦: you are keeping yourself from going to sleep and Ari has to figure out what’s driving you from staying up past your bedtime.

— 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩: a sweet sunday riddles with seemingly endless chores finishes with victory sundaes. that is, if you haven’t been such a rotten brat.

— 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤: jealousy is a slow and painful death for you when it spikes your heart but Ari reminds you who his heart belongs to.

— 𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐬: sneaking some cake when you’re not suppose to leads to major consequences.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫!𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐥𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮

#·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑤𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑟𝑦 #ari levinson #ari levinson × reader #ari levinson × fem!reader #ari levinson × black!reader #ari levinson × woc!reader #ari levinson smut #ari levinson fluff #ari levinson angst #ari levinson headcannon #ari levinson drabble #ari levinson oneshot #daddy!ari levinson #daddy!ari levinson × little!reader

[underthecouchh]

Fic prompt: Who knew Virgil was that strong?!? (I know this has been done before but I’m a sucker for the idea of Virgil being a really good fighter/really strong since he IS Fight or Flight)

YES

I hope u like it! :)

This was not how Roman had intended the day to go. He and Patton had planned it all out, they would all journey into the Imagination, do some sight seeing, and have a picnic at the edge of his favorite field. Roman had expected laughter and finger foods and the occasional eye roll from Virgil or Logan (whichever came first), but he hadn’t expected that he’d be fighting the Manticore-Chimera. It was a newer foe of his, one that he had yet to beat. Oftentimes, he would find that he would be fighting the creature and would end up almost dead (or at the very least, majorly injured). So, when he saw the creature too late, he panicked. Roman manifested his sword as he grabbed at Patton, yanking him away as the claws of the Manticore-Chimera swiped where he was just seconds after.

“Get behind me,” he ordered, turning towards the other sides. Patton looked white as a sheet, frozen with fear. He clung onto Logan, who was looking wildly at the creature in front of them, clearly trying to analyze the situation. Virgil’s mouth hung open slightly as he stared at the monster, not knowing what to do. Roman was surprised that he didn’t pass out from the fear, this must be terrifying for them. He sure knew he was scared. If this thing hurt his family… His thoughts were interrupted by an ear-shattering roar, courtesy of the creature.

“Fuck that. We’ve gotta get out of here.” Virgil all but screamed over the monster’s roar. Logan nodded in agreement.

“Logan, get them to a safe spot in the mountains, I’ll distract it!” Roman turned towards the monster, his sword by his side.

“That’s suicide!” Virgil called back.

“I’ll be fine, go!” Roman shouted, striking the creature’s front legs. It gave another loud shriek. If only Roman was as confident as his words. He knew fighting this thing would be a Death Note, and he had signed it. If only Remus was here, they could tag team it like old times. Too bad this isn’t the old times.

In no time, the beast had bested him. Roman had gotten a couple of good hits in (he was especially proud of striking the creature’s eye, blinding it). But in the end, as he had suspected, he was no match for the monster. After all, it was three heads against one, and he was no Hercules. Roman, in an attempt to get a jab in near the beast’s rib cage, fumbled, and went tumbling down. The creature swiped his sword away, sending it across the field. He was done for. Roman, and the coward he was, looked away from his fate, choosing the stare at the ground for the final strike. But it never came.

A rock was thrown at the creature from across the field. Not one rock, two, three, a whole onslaught of rocks! Roman looked up to see his friends, Patton, Logan, and Virgil all throwing rocks at the Manticore-Chimera.

“Take that you meanie! Leave him alone!” Patton yelled, throwing a rock at it’s head and missing. Logan’s throws were better than Pattons, as they actually found their target. Roman admired their bravery. They came back for him. Virgil appeared by his side, helping him up.

“You shouldn’t have come back,” Roman began, wincing at a cut on his leg. That’d be sore later.

“Pump the breaks, Princey,” Virgil said, allowing Roman to lean on him, “You shouldn’t have done it alone. Let’s go!” He called out. At this point, the creature had it’s full attention on Logan and Patton, who began to run towards them. All four ran into the nearby mountains jumping over rocks as best as the could. Logan pointed to an opening in the mountains, a cave.

“There!” he called, pointing towards it. “It will aid us in finding cover.” The four of them ducked into the cavern, the Manticore-Chimera not far behind. They could hear the beast’s roar as it ran towards them, it’s three heads and sharp claws bared. Logan was attempting to push a rock in front of the hole to use as a barrier between them and the monster.

“Help me,” he grunted, using all of his strength. Patton and Roman ran to help, but the rock wouldn’t budge. The monster was getting closer, you could see it’s fangs as it roared once more. They didn’t have much time. Roman looked over at Virgil, expecting to see him frozen and white with fear. He was quite the opposite. Virgil had a look of determination on his face, his brow set. His eyeshadow seemed to darken, and he gave off a faint purple glow. He seemed bigger, as if he had puffed up. He caught Roman’s eye before running towards them, giving the rock a shove. The rock shuddered slightly to the shock of the three light sides, who looked at Virgil in disbelief. Roman was always thought to be the strongest physically, but that didn’t seem to be the case. Virgil shoved it again, this time the stone rocked a big forward. The creature was almost on top of them now.

“Help me.” Virgil commanded, his voice now having a fro echo. With their last bit of strength, all four pushed the rock, giving way in a final heave. It rolled in front of the entrance, blocking their path from the creature. They could hear it scratch at the rock furiously, trying to get to it’s meal in a frenzy. The four sides held their breath as the attacks slowly began to lessen until they heard the sound of the claws of the monster walk away. It was silent outside. They all let out a breath they didn’t know they were holding. Roman turned back to his friends.

“Are you all alright?” he asked.

“Are we all right? We should be asking you the same question!” Patton inquired, his brow creased in worry.

“Roman, we have discussed this before. How many times must I tell you, you cannot take the Manticore-Chimera on by yourself. It is too perilous.” Logan scolded matter-of-factly. Roman looked at the ground, ashamed.

“I know,” he muttered, “I just didn’t want any of you to get hurt.”

“That’s my job, Princey.” Virgil said, his eyebrow raised. He was back to normal, his purple glow and echo gone. He was back to his usual, small self.

“I know,” Roman smiled. “I’ve got to say, Doctor Gloom, that was some strength you’ve got there!”

“Yes, it is quite intriguing,” Logan nodded, adjusting his glasses, “who knew that you were that strong compared to your usual form.”

“Aw, Verge have you been holding out on us?” Patton grinned.

“Yes, where did you get all that strength from?” Roman inquired. Virgil rubbed the back of his head, looking away from the group.

“Uh, I don’t know. Fight or flight, am I right?” Virgil muttered.

“It’s fascinating!” Logan said.

“It’s heroic!” Roman announced.

“It’s pretty!” Patton cooed. Virgil turned towards Patton.

“Thanks?” he asked, confused. Patton waved at him.

“No, not that!” He pointed, “That!”

Patton pointed towards the back of the cavern, and now that their eyes had adjusted, they could clearly see what the moral side was pointing at. Hundreds and thousands of glowing crystals littered the cavern. It was sparkling in colors of green, purple, and blue. It shimmered as the three approached it.

So, maybe today hasn’t gone the way Roman planned. He didn’t expect a fight, or a few injuries, or Virgil’s incredible strength. But he did like how all of the other three sides set a picnic blanket on the floor of the cavern and ate, talking and laughing and laying on each other while they stared at the ceiling. The day had been an odd one, but not a total waste.

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[onesmallbunny]

Haechan x Reader

Request by a lovely anon: “Hi can you do an imagine about Haechan doing the readers make up please? 💘

Hello sweetie! Here’s your scenario you asked a year ago ; v ;  Sorry for the delay I hope you’ll like it anyway!!

For this scenario I imagined that Haechan wasn’t an idol so he wasn’t so familiar with makeup and all that stuff!

Genre: fluff

Words: 1,5k

On this hot day of June, you and your boyfriend Haechan were not brave enough to go out and face this desertic weather. All the rest of the Dreamies decided to go on a picnic at the park, then go shopping for the rest of the day.

Seated on the living room’s sofa, you were quietly reading your book, Haechan right next to you, on his phone. Your boyfriend yawned once. Then twice. He stretched his muscles, then yawned once again. He looked around you and sighed.

“Are you bored or something, babe?” you asked, still reading your book.

“I don’t know why you’re saying that.”

You smile and stayed silent, your eyes on the thin pages of your book.

“Okay, I admit it, I’m so bored I feel like a dead rat, seriously.” Haechan complained, looking at you.

“Alright.” You laughed, closed your book and looked at him. “What do you want to do?”

“That’s the problem. I don’tknow.”

“Hmm…” Yu bite your lips, thinking. “Do you want to watch a movie?”

“No…”

“Bake a cake, maybe?”

“No.”

“Play video games?”

“No!”

“Then what do you want to do?”

You both sighed, looking at each other. Then, Haechan made a little nose, and smiled.

“What?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Can I… Do your makeup?”

You blinked twice, surprised.

“You want to do my makeup?”

“Yes, I do!”

“Why so suddenly?”

“I don’t know… I’ve always found it super impressive… You know when you… put all that glitters on your eyes and stuff like that…”

“Eyeshadow.”

“I knew it. I just… Forgot the name.”

“Yeah sure.” You laughed and took his hand. “Alright, let’s go and do my makeup!”

You both stood up and walked to the room you were sharing. Since you were invited quite a lot by Haechan to the Dreamies’ dorm, you decided to leave a bag full of stuff of yours, including some makeup.

“Okay, so…” you said to youself. “Brushes, blush, eyesliner, eyeshadow, lipstick, foundation… Yup everything is there. You can start!”

“Cool! …where do I start?”

You laughed and gave him your eyeshadow palette.

“Start by doing the eyes. Choose a color, take a brush and let your inner makeup artist speak for yourself!”

You smile to him, giving him strength. Haechan took a brush and-

“Baby, it’s not this one…” you said. “It’s too big for my eyes.”

“Oh yeah, sure. Sorry.”

“You look anxious babe…”

“I am, actually.” Haechan took the brush and choose a pinkish color to start his master piece.

“Why? Come one, this is just makeup!”

“This isn’t justmakeup, Y/N! It’s makeup for you. I have to do well.”

You smile, definitely touched. People tend to say your boyfriend was messy and unmanageable, but actually, when it’s about the one he loves, he can stay focused for hours. And you liked it so much.

“Alright… I’m done with the eyes…” he said, while taking a step back to look at you. “What do you think?”

“It’s very pretty, Haechan!” you replied, looking at your eyes in a mirror. “Your good at it, I’m surprised!”

“Thank you, babe!” he replied with a high-pitched voice, pleased. “Alright, what do I do next?”

“You can… Add a color, if you want? Or complete the eye makeup with eyeliner?”

“Hmm… I think I’ll go with another color. This one maybe…”

“Aw, glitters. Good choice, it’ll look good, honey.”

“Great.”

And as he was starting to do your makeup, he suddenly stopped talking, almost not breathing.

“You look so focused, I’m impressed.” You whispered with a little smile. “You look cute, bu the way.”

“How do you know, your eyes are closed.” Haechan laughed.

“I just know it.” Haechan suddenly kissed your nose, smiling. “See? This is how I know you cute. Even if my eyes are closed!”

You both laughed and Haechan finished his work.

“There we go! How is it?”

You looked at your reflection in the mirror, surprised.

“It looks very good! You’re better than I thought, Chan!”

“Of course, I’m good! As you said, I have to express my inner artistic soul…”

You both laughed and Haechan suddenly sighed.

“Doing makeup is long and exhausting…”

“Come on, Haechan, you just did the eyes! There’s so much more to do!”

“I’m not sure I want to keep going. This eyeliner thing is… scary.”

“Don’t be a child. Here! Keep going!” You gave him your eyeliner, smiling. “Come on, babe You can do it, it’s not that difficult.”

“I may hurt your eyes…”

You took his cute little face on your hands and looked at him in the eyes.

“You won’t. I trust you.” You saw his smile, and gave him a sweet kiss on the lips, closing your eyes, gently touching his hair.

“Thanks, babe.” He said. “Okay, let’s go then… Close your eyes, I’ll be careful.”

You did as he said, closing your eyes with a smile, feeling his warm hand softly touching the skin of your cheeks. Haechan was so gentle and careful you could barely feel the liner touching your eyelid.

“Okay, I’m done.” He said, finally breathing. “Oh god, it’s a mess, I totally ruined it”.

While Haechan was laughing loudly, you looked at yourself in the mirror. What you saw was kind of… unexpected.

“This is horrible. I’m so sorry.” Said your boyfriend, trying to calm down.

“No, it’s… experimental, I’d say…”

“Babe, you can say it looks terrible, you know, I won’t be mad.”

“Actually, it’s not… that bad? I mean, for a first time…” Haechan laughed and kissed your forehead.

“You’re too kind with me, Y/N.”

You blushed a little and smiled, proud of him. Of course, you knew he was doing his best, and it was all that matter.

“Alright, put some mascara, now-”

“Uh-uh nope I’m done with the eyes now, you do it yourself.”

You laughed and put some mascara on, as he asked, to make him feel better. Surprisingly, Haechan did not waste any time and was already preparing a brush for your foundation.

“I know exactly what’s coming next! Foundation!”

“That’s right!”

“I’ve notice that. I look at you, sometimes, when you do your makeup in the morning.”

“Oh, that’s sweet! …or creepy.”

“Hey don’t say that, I’m not creepy, Y/N.” He pouted and you kissed his little lips, smiling.

“You’re a psycho, Haechan!”

“Y/N…”

“And I love it!”

“Okay, who’s creepy now?”

A moment passed, and Haechan was now silent, focusing on your foundation. He was asking for your help from time to time, but to stay concentrated, he didn’t say any words.

“You’re so quiet, I’m not used to it…” you whispered, as he was choosing a color for your eyebrows.

“Do you want me to put some music on, maybe?”

“Oh, that’s a good idea!”

“Okay, don’t move, I’m going to do that. …and while you’re here, please help me with the color, I’m struggling, I’m this close to a mental breakdown.”

Haechan stood up and put the radio on.

“Oh yeah, I love this song so much!” he said, while dancing as he was coming back to you. You couldn’t contain yourself and laughed.

“Are you laughing at me?”

“N-no, I’m not Chan…”

“It’s okay, I know your just jealous of my dancing skills.”

“Yeah of course.”

Your boyfriend sat down in front of you on his chair, and you told him the color you wanted on your eyebrows. He took a brushed and started.

After a moment, the sweet voice of Haechan was resounding in your ears. Your boyfriend was softly singing along the song, still focused of your eyebrows. You didn’t say a word, admiring his beauty in silence with a little smile on your face.

“Why are you smiling, Y/N?”

“Cause you look beautiful when you sing…” you whispered.

You boyfriend suddenly stopped singing and looked at you, blushing a little. Without a warning, he put his lips on yours. His soft lips moved against yours, making you blushed and moaned a little, surprised. After a minute or two (it was always too quick for you…) he broke the kiss and looked at you with red cheeks.

“See?” he said.

“What…?”

“That’s what happens when you’re the cutest.”

“I didn’t do anything!”

“Don’t lie, you were adorable, and because of it I almost ruined your makeup!”

You laughed and poked his nose.

“You’re annoying, Haechan.”

“Yeah I know.”

“Put me some lipstick on so you won’t be distracted again, then.” You winked.

Haechan stared at you, thinking.

“No, I don’t want to.”

“Oh?”

“If I do so, I won’t be able to kiss you. And I don’t think I can survive that.”

You laughed, put your arms around his neck and kissed his nose.

“Me neither.”

You both chuckled and Haechan invited you to dance, to finish this makeup session. You made a good choice by staying at home with your boyfriend after all.

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[warpfactornonsense]

TOS Tag Game

Heyo, I got tagged by @onedamnminuteadmiral! Rules: answer five questions about ST and then tag some people and ask them five more questions. (These are so much fun and I love them. Great questions, too!!)

Long post, so everything’s under the cut!

1. Which episode do you think best captures the spirit of Star Trek. Why?

Oh, golly. That’s a tough one. There are several that could work, but maybe “Space Seed?” It’s got action, it’s got Super Beings, some Terran history and how humanity learned from it... honestly, that’s the biggest thing, highlighting how humanity FINALLY learned from their manifold mistakes, and showcasing how Kirk (representative of humanity’s best traits) and Spock could STILL manage to defeat a megalomaniac, and a super-powered one, at that. Albeit barely, AND together. Normal, Good Humanity triumphs over Evil Super Humanity. And then, AND THEN, our heroes show the villain and their betrayer compassion, granting them a second chance when they had ample opportunity and grounds to sentence them to prison. 

Oh! And even though this episode gets a little cringe-y at some points, what with the casual sexism, I really enjoy the way the characters look back on history. Especially Lt. McGivers with her looking back on ancient leaders and idolizing them. Even though it’s super flawed, it’s so human. See also, when Spock was like “I’m surrounded by illogical” when Scotty, Bones, and Kirk all admired Khan, even while condemning his actions.

Plus we get Ricardo Montalban. Someday, I ought to design an ad for the SS Botany Bay, featuring “rich, Corinthian leather” seats. Also, shoutout to the “only 90s kids remember” moment at the beginning of the episode.

2.  Which two characters do you wish had interacted more, and what do you think their friendship/relationship would have been like?

Scotty and Uhura. Definitely. According to what I’ve read online (I’m still very new to the extended world of Trek, so I’m not sure where this came from in canon/extended verse), they have a really great friendship, and I’m sorry we didn’t get any screen time of that. They would’ve been such great bros. (I use that as a gender-neutral term, and I probably shouldn’t.) I imagine their friendship as a really tight, undemanding kind of closeness, where they might go for days or weeks without talking, but they pick up where they left off, and are just so understanding and accepting of each other. They’d be so soft together. Or really salty and sassy, depending on the scenario - there would be no in-between.

3. Who was your favorite actor/actress in TOS, and what do you think they brought to their character?

If you’ve not guessed, it’s William Shatner. There’s the obvious stuff of his occasional overacting, yes, but I think he brought a softness to the role that I’m not sure would’ve been as present with another actor. I mean, if you watch “The Cage,” Jeffrey Hunter’s portrayal of Pike was like a prototype Kirk - charismatic, capable, competent, confident, intelligent, determined, and accessibly handsome. But I’m not sure if it’s because he’s a different character, or if it was because his character was incomplete and not yet fleshed out, or if it was Hunter’s portrayal, or maybe it was the writing for the particular episode. But Pike doesn’t HAVE that softness. He’s got a determination to save his crew, to save others he encounters. He does have kindness. But he’s not soft in the same way that Shatner allowed Kirk to be. 

4. Tell me about a scene or a storyline that meant a lot to you personally. What significance does it have for you?

This is predictable, but it’s “Amok Time” (unless we can choose a moment from the movies?). Not solely because of the dramatic “JIM OMG YOU’RE NOT DEAD” at the end (though I do adore that moment, for a number of reasons). 

No, it’s because of that time I cosplayed from it. Canon is WONDERFUL, but it means so much more to me when I can interact with it, make it personal to me. And I’ll never forget how much FUN it was to be a background Vulcan, to have people play “Ancient Battle” on their phones with delighted grins on their faces as our group walked by. I had a blast with my friends that day. We all looked like baked potatoes.

If we can include movie moments, it’s that time in TWOK when Kirk mentioned the Kobayashi Maru, and how he cheated because he didn’t believe in no-win scenarios. And somehow, that one line resonated with me WAY more than it did in the 2009 movie (context within the narrative is everything).

5. If you were a costume designer/set designer/hair-makeup designer, etc., what (if anything) would you change about the aesthetics of the show? Imagine you have a bottomless budget, but it’s still the ‘60s so keep technological limitations in mind.

List of things I love about the Star Trek aesthetic:

The silly velour uniforms that shrank in the wash so they could only be worn about 3 times (and it SHOWS in some episodes)

The massive amounts of eyeshadow on everybody

The nonsense holographic hexagons that show up on EVERY SINGLE PLANET or VESSEL, regardless of cultural/technological differences or physical distance between worlds

The vibrantly colorful lighting everywhere

The soft, romantic lighting everywhere

Honestly, how colorful EVERYTHING is

Things I don’t love and wish I could change about TOS, visually speaking:

The stupid gold/vermilion houndstooth bedding

The “*~female beauty~* is free so let’s show it off so it feels like we’re an action show and now one that has social commentary” attitude, even if it DID help them get social commentary into the show - lbr, if NOTHING else (and there’s a lot of “else” we could discuss), it resulted in some downright HIDEOUS outfits.

Create 5 questions of your own and tag others if you want to keep playing.

Here you go!!

Who is your favorite side character and why (like, anyone not in the triumvirate)? What do they bring to the role that draws you to them specifically?

Is there a topic or story you wish TOS had covered? What is it?

What’s your favorite aspect of canon (can be literally ANYTHING - from visuals to plot to characterization moment, or anything else altogether)? What’s your LEAST favorite aspect of canon?

If you could have lunch with any character (not actor/actress), who would it be, and why? What would you talk about?

What or who is your favorite non-human being(s)? 

All right! I’m tagging @shimmershoo, @intergalacticsock, @fizz-bin, and @willchild​. Anyone else who wants to do this, tag me! I’d love to see your answers!

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[my-emotional-self]

Let Me Protect You Chapter 19/?

Pairings: Chris Evans x OFC Emilia

Word Count: 3,264

Warnings: fluff, Swearing, Angst….a lot of it

Trigger Warning:  Self-harm

Rating: R

Summary: After Emilia’s fiancé cheats on her, she moves to California to live with her brother Eric, who just so happens to be good friends with Chris Evans.  Follow Emilia and her roller coaster life through heartbreak, love, and emotional trauma. Will Emilia choose to let Chris into her heart, or will she remain broken and alone forever?

 Friday morning came too soon for you as you had to take your first dose of medication.  You were not looking forward to it as you experienced taking antidepressants in the past.  It had only lasted a few months before you quit taking them altogether; not keen to acting like a zombie.  Antidepressants worked differently for everybody and the medication you were on in the past made you feel even worse.  

Chris was next to you as you took the pill bottle into your shaky hands, took out one tablet, and gulped it down with some water.  He knew how nervous you were going to be so he surprised you with a day out and about with Dodger in tow.

Chris had been driving for nearly an hour, a panting Dodger in the backseat before you finally reached your destination.  It was a very secluded beach in which he said barely anybody ever goes to.  The three of you pretty much had the entire beach to yourselves and you couldn’t be happier.  

Chris and you walked hand in hand up and down the sandy shores, the waves lapping at your bare feet. Dodger was loving every minute on the beach; frolicking around like he owned the place.  Chris made sure to bring plenty of tennis balls for Dodger to keep him busy.  He excused himself for a minute to run to the car and you were all smiles and giggles when he returned; bringing with him a blanket and picnic basket.  The two of you ate your sandwiches and sipped your water as you looked out into the vast ocean; cuddling up together when your meals were finished.  It was a beyond perfect day and you could not have asked for more.

That evening you found yourself on your back and trembling from the multiple orgasms Chris got out of you. Damn that man was talented with his mouth and fingers.  Of course you had to repay the favor.  You were in bliss the way Chris praised you when you made him come undone; it made you feel special, worthy.  

You awoke Saturday morning to the smell of eggs and bacon.  Stretching your body, multiples bones cracked and it felt heavenly.  

“Good morning beautiful” Chris’ gruff voice bringing you out of your morning stretch daze.  

“Good morning yourself handsome” you replied.  “I smell something delicious.”

Chris grinned at your response as his eyes roamed over your body.  Your tight tank top had ridden up during your stretching and you were wearing a pair of very skimpy booty shorts.  “Don’t even think about it mister.  I’m still exhausted from your teasing ways last night!  I need some sustenance” you laughed as you got up from the bed.  

“If I recall correctly, you loved every damn minute of what I did to you last night” he smirked. Cocky bastard he was.  “And yes, I made breakfast for us this morning.”

“I’ll be right down.”

You made your way to the bathroom to take care of your morning duties.  After brushing your teeth, you took a good look at yourself in the mirror.  Cocking your head to the side, you examined your face as it didn’t look like you. No, the woman starting back at you actually looked happy.  The glow around your face was something you’ve never seen before.  And you could only thank Chris for that.

Dodger met you in the hallway and you reached down to give him a kiss on his head and a scratch behind his ears.  You made your way down the stairs and rounded the corner into the kitchen and stopped with a gasp.  The kitchen island had a beautiful big bouquet of roses nestled in the middle; Chris standing behind them, his eyes trained on you.

You slowly started inches towards them, the smell intoxicating in the most beautiful way.  

“They are beautiful” you whispered out.

“They’re for my beautiful girlfriend” Chris said as he came around the island to stand behind you. His arms engulfed your frame as you rested your hands on his forearms.  “I’ve never gotten flowers before.”

“Are you-are you serious Ems?  Nobody has ever bought you flowers before?” Chris asked completely shocked.  All you could do was shake your head no as your chin started to wobble, holding back your tears; tears of happiness yet again. He turned you around so you were facing him and he cupped your cheeks in his calloused hands, using his thumb to dry away your tears.  “Thank you. Thank you so much Chris.  You’ve made me happier in the past week than I have been my entire life.  I don’t know what I did to deserve you, but thank you.”

“Emilia you have no idea how happy I am to be here with you.  Spending my nights with you curled up in my arms and waking up to you every morning as been perfect.  I love being able to care for you and to help you, so thank you!”

After your lovey dovey cliché romantic moment that you adored with every fiber of your being, the two of you ate your breakfast.  The man knew how to cook; you had to give him that.  You lounged around most of the day with Chris and Dodger before it was time to get ready for the party.  

You took to the bathroom and started with your hair.  You decided against a wig and left your hair with the color you had now; your red had faded to a more auburn color, which was perfect for fall.  You curled it into loose waves and applied your makeup.  You left it pretty minimum and used just eyeshadow and mascara.  Next, you took out your costume.  You were going as a Grecian Goddess and you fell in love with your costume the minute you saw it.  It was a floor length Aegean blue color with golden rope trim.  You put on your golden leaf crown along with a golden leaf arm bracelet.  You used concealer to cover up the fresh scars on your wrist before you opened the bathroom door and headed down the stairs to meet Chris.

“Why hello soldier” you purred as you saw Chris standing in the living room.  Once you saw the costume online, you knew it was perfect. His costume was of a Roman Gladiator, complete with a sword and a gold shield.  The underneath part of his costume cut off at knee length as the leather lapels concealed it, and was thrown together with a maroon cape and gladiator sandals.  

As Chris turned around, he looked you up and down as he wolf whistled, causing you to blush immensely. “You look gorgeous baby” he cooed at you.  “Well thank you soldier.  Are you ready to fight for my honor tonight?” you said with a smirk.  “Always m’lady” was his response as he bowed.  After the two of you calmed down from your laughing fit, you made your way out to the town car that he rented for the night, in case he had too much to drink and you were off to the party.

The minute you stepped into the club you were awe struck; there were so many people there and it was decorated like a haunted house.  You knew this night was going to be amazing.  Chris had introduced you to Scarlet and Mark and you sat there to talk to them for a while. You were a nervous wreck when you first met them, but being able to talk with them and seeing just how normal they were really calmed your nerves.  Scarlet was awesome and you took a liking to her right away.  She even insisted that you guys go shopping and grab lunch together! She was dressed as poison ivy and it really suited her with her red hair.  She apologized for leaving as she had to go mingle with other party goers and you told her it was no problem.  

You and Chris strolled around the club hand in hand, the music bumping loudly through the speakers as people were letting loose on the dance floor.  You looked over to the bar and saw your brother so you decided to go over and talk to him and Chris said he would meet you over there.  

“Boo!” you screamed behind your brother as he jumped in surprise.  “Shit Emilia, don’t fucking do that!” he responded with a gasp.  “Oh please, it’s a Halloween party you pussy” you teased him.  Everyone looked like they were having a really good time and you really wanted to just let loose; you knew alcohol would help, so you asked the bartender for two shots of tequila.  

“Is that a good idea Em? To be drinking when you just started your meds?” your brother asked you as you downed the two shots.  You gave him a shrug, not really caring at the moment as the alcohol warmed your throat and body, instantaneously making you relaxed. You hardly ever drank hard liquor, and usually never in shots.  But you figured the shots would be quick and just a minute of pain in your throat.  You and Eric talked for a bit longer before you noticed Scarlet out on the dance floor.  Giving your brother a grin, you bid him goodbye and raced to dance with her.

You and Scarlet were dancing for what felt like hours.  Your hands were raised in the air, hips swaying back and forth to the music; all in all, you were having a blast.  After five straight songs or so, you needed a breather and went to find Chris.  You ended up finding him, talking to your brother, at the bar.  Both looked deep in conversation and had serious looks when you came up to them. You slid your hands around Chris’ back as you leaned up to plant wet kisses along his jaw.  “You two kids have fun” you heard Eric say before he left. “Oh, we will” you said with a smile.

You turned back to Chris and started to kiss his neck this time, not even concerned about the party goers in the club.  Your tongue darting out to lick his sweet spot you had found a few days ago, but instead of a moan you were expecting, you heard him clear his throat.  Stopping your ministrations, you pulled back to look him in the eyes as you furrowed your brows.  “Have you been drinking?  While on your medication?” Chris husked out.  “Baby it was two shots, its tooootally fine” you exaggerated and almost lost your balance.  The two shots hit you a lot harder than you thought they would, probably because you hadn’t eaten much that afternoon, but you didn’t tell him that.  “Chris, I’m fine baby.  So fine in fact, I want you to fuck me when we get home” you giggled out. Chris just looked at you sternly as his arms were now folded across his chest.  “No Emilia, not tonight” he grumbled out.  He gave your forehead a kiss before he mentioned going to talk to Renner; and he was out of your sight.  You just stood there, dumbfounded at the whole ordeal.  He just rejected you.  Chris, your knight in shining armor just rejected your idea to finally have sex with you.  He was disappointed in you wasn’t he?  Your heart was beating rapidly at the onslaught of emotions and feelings running through you.  No…no this could not be happening right now.  Why would he reject you?  Was it because you were drinking?  Your eyes scanned the club and you found him talking to Renner like he said, but there was also a few other girls talking with them too.  A pang of jealousy filled you and it was a new feeling.  You knew he wouldn’t cheat on you because then he would have to deal with the wrath of your brother, and that wouldn’t be pretty. But this wasn’t making you feel any better.  Why didn’t he offer you to join him in his conversation with Renner?  You were getting a headache and you needed to drown it out.  You turned back to the bar and ordered two more shots of tequila.  So many emotions were flooding you right now; you were hurt, you felt worthless, you were rejected and you felt sad because of it, jealous, lost, lonely, stupid, overwhelmed,  ashamed.  You felt all these things, but for the time being, you were going to put on a brave face. After downing your two shots, you made your way on the dance floor and pretended everything was fine.  

A few hours later you and Chris were saying goodbye to everybody as you piled into the back of the town car and headed home.  It was a pretty silent car ride as you knew it would be.  You could sense how tense Chris was and he definitely was mad at you.  You didn’t even want to look at him.  It was your body for crying out loud!  Who cares if you were taking medications that you shouldn’t drink with!  It was your choice and your choice alone.  It’s not like you were an alcoholic.  You just wanted to let loose at a fricken party!!  Along with all the other emotions you were feeling earlier, now you were beyond pissed.  

The two of you got out of the car once you reached his house and Chris paid the driver while you stormed inside.  You went into the kitchen as you threw your purse on the counter and you turned to head upstairs.  Chris entered the house as you made it to the first step.  “We need to talk” he stated.  “Well I’m going to shower” you spat out angrily.  “Emilia” he responded with authority in his tone.  You didn’t flinch like you normally would.  You didn’t become submissive or anything.  You were too pissed beyond belief to care right now.  Walking further up the steps and into the hallway you heard him speak more sternly this time “Don’t walk away from me Emilia.”  You couldn’t help the sinister laugh that left your mouth as you shook your head and rolled your eyes even though your back was to him and he couldn’t see your eye roll.  

Chris reached out to grab your arm so you would stop and listen to him, but you weren’t having it. Yanking your arm out of his grasp, your turned around to face him, fire in your eyes.  “I. Am. Going. To. Take. A. Shower” you enunciated each word. “Baby” he sighed out in frustration as you turned around and made your way through the bedroom and into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door.  You were so fired up you could scream.  You wanted to stop feeling this way, you had to.  You were going to explode yet again.  Of course something bad would happen after your life seemed to be going smoothly.  

You quickly undressed of your costume, leaving you in a black bra and boy shorts as you quietly dug through the cabinet underneath the sink.  You felt relief instantly as you found your trusty razor, knowing your release would come soon from these emotions.  You started the shower up, turning it to scalding hot as you slid along the wall all the way to the floor.  You took a few deep breaths to calm your racing heart.

Taking the razor in your hand, you placed it on your thigh, and slowly started to cut towards your inner thigh.  You let out a shaky breath at the painful feeling and urged yourself on some more. One, two, three cuts.  Three deep cuts lined your thigh as the water from the shower coated your body, the blood from your cuts mixing with the water as it swirled down the drain.  This is what you wanted, no needed, or so you thought.  With your eyes closed and head leaned back against the tiled wall, your breathing became erratic as you realized what you just did.  For the first time ever since you started cutting, you felt guilty of what you did.  You grabbed your head and started shaking it back and forth as you were screaming no in your mind repeatedly.  How could you do this to Chris!!!  He had been trying to help you and you go and do this to him!!  He’s never going to want you after this!  He’s going to realize what a mistake you were!! Your mind was racing as you started shaking, the water now cold.  Those thoughts left your head as the cold water hit your body.  

You sat there, empty and alone, but you weren’t aware for how long.  Your body no longer shook as you just felt numb.  Numb from feeling and emotions.  Chris was going to leave you, you thought.  You heard Chris pounding on the door but you didn’t even care. You sit there with your arms hugging your knees as the pounding becomes more consistent; muffled sounds coming from the other side of the door.  

Chris must have been able to pick the lock on the door because in the next moment, his face was before yours.

“Emilia you’re freezing!” he shrieked as he shut the water off.  You stayed there, unmoving, unblinking, just starting straight ahead. “Emilia!” Chris tried again, yet nothing came of it.  He left you for a heartbeat, only to grab a towel before he came back to drape you in it, that’s when he noticed the blood mixed with water on the floor.  “Baby no….what did you do?” you heard him choke out, yet you still couldn’t move.  He parted your legs to get a better view of your cuts as you heard him gasp.

“It’s all my fault” you said in a monotone voice.  “All my fault”.  You finally moved your head to look at Chris, his eyes glossy as he held back tears.  Cupping your face in his hands he moved his lips to cover yours, but you didn’t respond.  How could you?  You didn’t want to keep doing this to Chris, keep disappointing him.  He released from your lips and instead picked you up to carry you to the bed.  

Setting you down on the edge, he went to the drawers and grabbed one of his shirts and a pair of your sweats; gently dressing you as you sat there in a daze, staring at the wall. He carefully picked you up again and laid you on the bed pulling the covers over you.  He pulled you closer to him as he curled up behind you, his right arm wrapped around your stomach protectively.  “This is it…this is the last time you will be with him because in the morning he’s going to break up with you” you thought to yourself.  At this point though, you didn’t care, because you didn’t want to keep hurting him.  

Behind you, you heard Chris sniffle and felt him tremble lightly as he tried to be quiet with his sobs. You couldn’t sleep, your mind trying to remember the good things of your short lived relationship.  You decided you would leave in the morning, before he woke up.  “It will be better that way” you thought in your head, a sleepless night coming for you.

A/N: Why does it seem each chapter always ends while they go to sleep?  Also, sorry, not sorry for the angst.  It’s been a few chapters and Emilia couldn’t have a happy ending so easily now could she?

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