#joe: ..... ok FINE but only on a technicality >:

[mamaestapa]

I haven’t seen anyone do anything like this but what about a dad Joe blurb but they have teenagers?

Rough Night|| Joe Burrow x reader

•pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

•summary: Joe is in charge of being home with your four teenage children while you’re out with friends…

•warnings: some fluff, teenagers, angsty teenagers lol, mentions of periods, and dad joe which isn’t a warning bc we ❤️ dad joe

“DAD!” Hazel bellowed from the top of the stairs. Joe sighed and put his protein shake down on the counter. “Yeah?!” He shouted back.

The seventeen year old huffed out a sigh before her heavy footsteps were heard running down the stairs. His daughter walked into the kitchen wearing an annoyed expression as she crossed her arms over her chest.

“Mom said I could go out with Charlie tonight.”

Joe’s eyes widened as he laughed in disbelief, “Absolutely not.” Hazel rolled her eyes and plopped down on a barstool. She was not happy with her dads answer.

“Why not?” she pouted, “Mom said it was fine.” Joe shook his head at his daughters words. “Well your mom isn’t here right now, which means that I’m in charge. No boys.”

“Ugh,” she scoffed, “this is so unfair. Josie is out with her boyfriend.”

“Josie is also nineteen and doesn’t technically live at home anymore. You do, young lady.”

Hazel crossed her arms over her chest and huffed out another sigh. She loved her dad, but she didn’t love his rules when it was just him at home with her and her siblings. They could have friends over, but no boyfriends. And they absolutely could not leave the house—unless it was planned in advance. You didn’t necessarily have these same rules as Joe did with your kids, but you knew he was doing it to be a protective father. Joe values his privacy, especially when it comes to his family. He only has these rules in place because he wants to protect his kids.

“Dad,” Hazel gave Joe a pleading look, “can I have Charlie over here?” Joe shook his head as he opened the fridge to get a bottle of water. “No.”

“Fine.” Hazel sighed in defeat. As Hazel slouched down in the barstool, a loud screech came from upstairs. Joe slammed the fridge shut and looked at Hazel with furrowed brows. Hazel just shrugged and turned her attention back to her phone. Joe rolled his eyes and grumbled under his breath as he left the kitchen and jogged up the stairs. He heard an annoyed groan come from his fourteen year old daughter Ivy’s room. Her door was cracked open, and she had her hand on the top of her dark blonde wavy hair as she paced around her room.

“Shit. This is the worst day of my life.” Ivy groaned out. Joe frowned slightly, wondering what possibly could have happened to his daughter to make her this worked up over the day. Joe brought his fist up to the door, knocking softly.

“Hey sweetie, you OK in there? I heard you scream.” Joe said softly, his voice laced with concern. He heard Ivy sigh from the other side of the door before she replied.

“It’s nothing, just,” she opened the door, making eye contact with Joe, “just go away dad.” Joe frowned as he looked at his daughter. Ivy stayed silent as she huffed out a sigh. Her chin suddenly started to quiver as she made eye contact with her dad.

“What’s wrong, Ivy?”

The teens chin wobbled even more before she dried her eyes and groan in frustration, letting everything out to her dad.

“I got my period today, and I bled through so now my favorite pair of jeans is ruined. I had to throw them away, and on top of that, my physics grade just went down to a D today.”

“Oh.” Joe’s face dropped as he gulped. Even if he wasn’t freaked out by it, you were always the one that helped the girls in this department.

“Well,” he cleared his throat. Joe knew he had to be supportive for his daughter. He has three daughters and a wife, so he’s a pro when it comes to periods. “I can help you with physics sweetie, don’t sweat it.”

Ivy nodded, sniffling softly, “Thanks dad.” Joe smiled softly, “Of course. Can I get you anything? Heating pad, ice cream, anything?”

Ivy shook her head, she was thankful for her dads offer, but she declined. “No, I just want to be alone right now. But thanks dad, I appreciate it.”

Joe nodded, walking forward to engulf his daughter in a hug. Ivy instantly wrapped her arms around her dad, squeezing him gently. A hug from him always made things better. She thanked him again and Joe left the room, the letting his youngest daughter be by herself for the time being. He let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding as he went back downstairs. Upon entering the kitchen, he saw his son Jace sitting at the counter and chowing down on leftover pizza. Joe smiled as he saw his son. He walked up behind Jace and ruffled his blonde hair.

All of the girls resembled you the most, with Hazel being your “twin”. But Jace, Jace was a carbon copy of Joe. Jace was your “oops” baby. Your “oops” baby that looked exactly like Joe. He always has, even when he was just two days old. Now, at almost thirteen, Jace still looked just like his father.

“Hey J.” Joe greeted his son. Jace smiled up at his dad, swallowing his mouthful of food. “Hey dad.” He responded, “want a piece?” Joe shook his head and sat down next to his youngest. “You enjoy.” Joe looked around the kitchen, noticing that Hazel was no longer sitting at the barstool she was at earlier. He pointed toward the empty seat. “Where’s your sister?”

“Up in her room calling Charlie and sulking about not being able to go out with him.”

Joe just chuckled in amusement. Of course she was sulking about not getting to see her boyfriend for the fifth day in a row. Joe looked over at his son, reaching out to pat his sons shoulder as he said, “Enjoy your pizza. I’m going to go watch some film, you can join me if you want.”

The boy nodded eagerly, wiping the crumbs from his hands as he stood up from the barstool and followed his dad into his film room. Jace was always up for watching film with his dad, especially since he was quarterback just like Joe. The two sat down on the couch and got comfortable as Joe set up his most recent watch. Joe and Jace were watching film for about a half hour before you got home from your friends birthday party. You walked into the house, greeted by a messy house, but a peaceful silence. You smiled to yourself as you heard Joe’s voice coming from his film room. He was explaining the play in great detail to your son Jace.

You walked into the room, greeting your husband and son with a soft hello. Joe glanced up at you, a wide grin on his face as he greeted you. He moved over so there was room for you on the couch too. You sat down between him and Jace, resting your hand on Joe’s thigh as Jace wrapped an arm around your torso to give you a brief hug.

You chuckled as you noticed how Jace’s blue eyes never once left the screen. You gently squeezed Joe’s thigh and looked up at him. He seemed a little tense, you could tell he must’ve had a rough night with your teenagers. Joe looked down at you, immediately softening under your gaze.

“Rough night?” you asked, voice soft. Joe chuckled, reaching out to squeeze your thigh, “You have no idea.”

You smiled in amusement. As much as you love your teenage girls, they can be quite the handful sometimes.

“I’m just glad you’re home.” Joe said with a smile. You returned the smile and leaned your head on Joe’s shoulder as you watched film with your boys.

You couldn’t wait to hear about how the night went from your girls in the morning.

hey loves!!

dad joe blurb to start the night! i thought this was a great request anon. i usually write dad joe with infants or young children, so writing dad joe with teenagers was definitely different for me!

i hope you all enjoyed this one, there’s more coming later🤍

also, should i start making a taglist for blurb night?? i’ve thought about it, but i’m not sure

as always, feel free to send me blurb ideas!! i may not get to them tonight of course, but i will for future blurb nights!

#joe burrow #joe burrow x reader #joe burrow x y/n #joe burrow x you #joe burrow imagines #joe burrow blurbs #dad joe #blurb night!

[sleepytiny]

Hi!! My names Lyra, but you can call me Lyr or sleepy. Even Ly is ok!!

This is going to be the pinned post on my blog for a quick rundown about me, and all of my hyperfixations. Including games, characters, shows, etc.

This will of course be added to over time as well, due to new hyperfixations/things I wanna put here. It may also be added to over time if I forgot to put something here initially as well.

Alright. I’m a tiny and am newer to the g/t community, but not g/t in general. I first discovered the g/t community back in early 2021 but I’ve had g/t as a comfort thought since I was real little. Like really little. I’m fine with NSFW g/t but NOT vore at all.

I don’t necessarily have a favorite piece of g/t media, as I enjoy thinking about my OC more, but if I had to choose it’d probably be the episode of Daa Daa Daa where Miyu shrinks.

Before I get into my hyperfixations, I want to talk about my OC. You aren’t gonna see anything about her for a very long time. She’s my only OC, and has been for years, and I love her a lot. There are a lot of features and cliche things about her that I’m sure people would pick at, and I like not having that influence when I think of her.

So for now no OC content other than her name is Lucy, her birthday is July 2nd, and she technically doesn’t have a canon universe she’s in. Although there is one I’d say is a smidge away from being her canon universe, but I still stick her in other universes.

Characters:

I’m starting with characters I’m hyperfixated with because I think that’s the longest so why not.

Hawks: I don’t know how long I’ve been hyperfixated with him but it’s been loooong. He’s my favorite anime character, favorite character, favorite everything. Because of this though, I would actually appreciate no MHA content at all. I’m so hyperfixated with him to the point that sometimes I get sick to my stomach seeing other people talk about him or MHA. In a good way, but that doesn’t make it fun. I obviously can’t stop seeing it, and when I do post OC content, Hawks content will literally be there as well, but just a thing to keep in mind.

Denki Kaminari: Not really sure what to say about him but I love him.

Leon and Ada: Figured I’d put them together because I ship them (don’t hurt me) and I love both of them. Leon is definitely in my top ten characters (Hawks is #1 for reference) and Ada is Ada. How can you not love her.

Jill and Carlos: ^^^^ same thing. Love them both. Ship them. They’re literally both marriage material.

Claire: Don’t ship her with Leon but I love her.

Takumi Usui: Literally just a giant top. First thing I think when I see him is TOP. Also I’m so Misa (minus the tsundere stuff) with him.

Chai from Hi-Fi Rush: He wijdbdkwjwjwjsndkwidnfwm he’s so cute i love him sm. he baby.

Goro Akechi: Same VA as Chai. I don’t know how to do this without spoilers but Royal Akechi is my favorite.

Ryuji Sakamoto: Literally best Persona character. I love him so f much. He’s on my top ten characters.

Futaba and Sumi: Tied as best girls (love sumi a lil more tho) because I personally embody Futaba but Sumi is a precious bb.

Faith Seed: hOLY SHIT I LOVE HER. VERY HIGH UP on my top ten. She’s literally why I like white laced dresses so much. Obviously ignoring the illegal shit she did. BUT MY GOD I LOVE HER MORE THAN I CAN DESCRIBE.

Luke from TWDG: LOVE HIM LOVE HIM LOVE HIM LOVE HIM. He deserves the world and everything, and literally just everything in the world. (very good gentle giant for a tiny)

Steve Harrington: tHE CRUSH I HAD ON JOE KEERY OMGOMGOMG. HIS HAIR.

Chell from Portal: I know I know, she’s silent, and in a way, has zero personality, but I love her. Specifically her outfit in Portal 2.

Monika from DDLC: My precious bb. That’s all I have to say.

Spider-man: Any spider-man. Literally the only superhero I care about at all.

Vanessa from FNAF: TOP TEN TOP TEN. My OC came before her, which is why her looking incredibly similar to my OC automatically made me love her, and now I actually love her sfm.

Lucy Heartfilia: Could say my OC got her name from her, will get further into Fairy Tail things later.

Gray Fullbuster: Loved him since his first line ever. I don’t wanna spoil it if you’ve never watched Fairy Tail, so if you’re actually reading this, I’ll let you do that yourself.

Nonon Jakuzure: Love her so so much, which leads to the next character as well.

Viridi from Kid Icarus: ^^^^^

Sonic: Mostly Sonic from Sonic Boom.

Melia from Xenoblade: POOR BB

This is it for characters. This will probably be added to because I forgot some.

Games are next! From here on out, there probably won’t be descriptions.

Kid Icarus: Uprising

The Walking Dead Games

Resident Evil: 2, 3, and 4 remakes (yes i know i’m a remake enjoyer, but i never really resonated with the originals)

Hi-Fi Rush

Persona 5 Royal

Far Cry 5

Xenoblade (the first one)

Will add more as needed.

Shows!

MHA

Maid Sama

Fairy Tail

Kill la Kill

Charlotte

Will add more as needed!

For now I believe this is fine!!! Questions you have for me are ok, but eventually I’ll add answers to more common questions on here!

#g/t #giant tiny

[luminarai]

nicky of course doesn’t actually care about the illegal part but if they get caught they’ll be late for dinner and he’s making cheese soufflés. time is critical, booker, chop chop

#Tog #the old guard #booker #sebastien le livre #joe al kaysani #yusuf al kaysani #nicky di genova #well he’s mentioned at least #my art #maybe don’t break into secret military compounds in BROAD DAYLIGHT BOOKER #joe knows that if they get caught he’ll get home not only covered in blood and bullet holes #but also to a cold deflated soufflé and a husband who’s much the same #Joe: booker you hypocrite #booker: what are you talking about? I’ve never lied to my husband #joe: ..... ok FINE but only on a technicality >:/

[honeypiehotchner]

My Deep Blue Love (Tom Hiddleston x Fem!Reader) -- Soulmate AU one shot

This was 100% born out of boredom and loneliness and those damn Soulmate AU POV Tiktoks that I have seen practically 24/7 for the past WEEK on my fyp

(I’m not sure if I’ll do a part 2, rn I have no plans for it)

quick note on the technicality of this one: you lose all ability to see colors when you turn 12 and you don’t regain the ability until you meet your soulmate. but! you have to meet them in person and it has to be a mutual eye contact. pictures/videos of them don’t work, and if you just saw the back of their head or something in person, that doesn’t work either. it’s all about the shared eye contact babeyyy

small disclaimer: Brie Larson is mentioned in here and she has a wife, but that is very much only in this fic, and as far as i know Brie doesn’t have a wife irl lol (i also don’t know if she’s spoken about her sexuality at all so what i’m saying is take it with a grain of salt ok)

Summary: Everyone around you is meeting their soulmate, but you still see in black and white. You’re ready to give up, and basically have, when you lock eyes with your soulmate.

Warnings: None! Just a bit of angst, lots of fluff toward the end 

You knock on your mom’s bedroom door at 4:58am. She’s already awake, sitting up in bed, ushering you over.

With tears in your eyes, you crawl onto her bed, snuggling close to her chest.

“I don’t want to lose my colors,” you whimper.

“I know, baby,” she whispers, kissing the top of your head. “It’s okay.”

You were born 12 years ago on this day at 5:08am, so in a few short minutes, when you officially turn 12 years old, all color will drain from your life.

Or the colors could stay, but that’s only if you’ve somehow already met your soulmate. And that’s rare, nearly impossible.

You squeeze your eyes shut at 5:07 and you don’t open them again until 5:10.

The colors are gone.

+++

twenty years later

You sigh heavily as you receive yet another wedding invite. You are invited to witness the official beginning of Olivia and Jeffrey’s lives together as husband and wife, soulmates for all of time.

The glitter sticks to your fingertips, tiny black dots against your skin. Your friend told you it’s gold. You barely remember what that looks like.

Lately it seems like everyone has been meeting their soulmate. Just yesterday, you were having coffee with a friend when she looked up at the girl sitting behind you, and boom.

“It’s like the world just exploded,” she had said. Colors were everywhere. She immediately left you to go talk to the girl.

You don’t blame her for that. If you had met your soulmate, you probably would’ve done the same thing. But you can’t say for sure because you don’t know.

You wouldn’t be so cynical of it all if your boyfriend of five years didn’t meet his soulmate while the two of you were out at dinner. You wish you could say that he was faking it. But it was clear from his face (and the girl’s) that he wasn’t kidding. It was real. He had met his soulmate, and it wasn’t you.

It’s never you.

You’ve had guys cut off dates before they even start, all because they didn’t see colors when they laid their eyes on you. They refuse to even be friends with you.

All anyone is doing anymore is searching for a soulmate and it’s exhausting when none of them are yours. When all of your friends see color now. When everyone assures you that it’ll happen soon. What does soon even mean?

You grab your ice cream from the freezer and fall onto the couch, flicking to whatever channel has late night shows that aren’t complete garbage.

As usual, you find yourself watching a talk show, and tonight Tom Hiddleston is one of the guests.

You’re sort of familiar with him from a few movies, but other than that, you hardly know anything about him.

“So, Tom, we’ve all been wondering what’s going on with you and Brie Larson?”

“Brie?” Tom asks, clearly shocked to hear this question. “We’re just good friends, that’s all.”

“Oh, she doesn’t make you see any colors?”

“Ah, no, actually, she does not,” Tom chuckles, but doesn’t sound sad at all, surprisingly. “Her wife does that for her, not me, I’m afraid.”

“Oh really?” The host brushes past the mention of Brie’s wife and keeps the focus on Tom, of course. “So is that true, you still don’t see color?”

Your ears perk up at the mention of someone else not seeing in color. It’s rare for anyone to talk about this on television. Most celebrities don’t talk about whether or not they’ve found their soulmate, but more often than not, those that have are quite loud about it.

“Yes, that’s true,” Tom answers. “I still see the world in a lovely black and white.”

You snort, harshly jabbing your spoon into your ice cream. Lovely. Yeah, right.

“Do you really think it’s nice? Do you not miss the colors?” The host asks.

“No, no, I do. I do,” Tom admits. “But I like to think I’ll see them when the time is right.”

You groan, going to Google to look up his age. And when you see he’s 40, you groan even louder. He’s older than you and he still hasn’t met his soulmate. That’s just depressing. How can he sound so optimistic?

“Alright, well, if there’s one thing you wish you could tell your soulmate, what would it be? Maybe they’re watching right now, you never know.”

Tom smiles wide. “Maybe, maybe, um… Oh, so many things,” Tom exhales deeply. “I guess I could be cliché and say I can’t wait to meet them and wait for me, but I think I want to say… I think I want to say I understand. It is frustrating, still seeing in black and white, but our paths will cross soon, I’m sure of it. Until then, my eyes are blue.”

Blue. Blue.

You roll your eyes. You don’t even remember what the color looks like.

+++

seven months later

“I am not going to a movie premiere. You’re insane!”

“Please!” Your friend, Catherine, cries. “You’ll love it, I swear.”

You glare at her over your coffee. “That just makes it sound like you have a trick up your sleeve.”

“I don’t,” she says. “I just want you to take advantage of this and come with us! When will you ever have the chance to go to a movie premiere again?”

She has a point. Dammit. “Touché. How did you get tickets, anyway? Please tell me you didn’t spend thousands for this.” You wouldn’t put it past her, even though you tell her not to every time before she does something like this.

“God, no, Joe surprised me with them earlier. He said he went to school with the lead.”

“Oh. Cool. Who?”

“Tom Hiddleston, I think. Have you heard of him? He’s British, but that’s about all I know. Joe just said they ran into each other the other day and reconnected.”

You stop halfway through a sip of coffee, careful to not choke on it. Slowly, you nod. “Yeah. I...I’ve seen him in a couple things.”

“Apparently, he hasn’t met his soulmate either…” Catherine trails away, raising her eyebrows at you.

You roll your eyes. “I heard,” you set your cup down. “He’s probably met them by now though since he blasted it on television like that.”

“Or he’s still searching and you’re still being too cynical.”

“You’re probably right,” you chuckle.

“Sooo, you’ll come?”

You sigh heavily. “As long as you help me pick something to wear.”

+++

“I’m regretting letting you talk me into this already,” you mutter when you nearly trip in your heels.

“Oh, hush,” Catherine swats your arm. “It’s an excuse to get dressed up and look hot for no reason. Take it.”

“Fine.”

Catherine’s soulmate, Joe, was whisked away almost as soon as the three of you stepped inside the venue by some director (you think), but he promised to return in a few minutes. Catherine told him not to worry. She’s used to him being dragged away for conversation. You can see from her face that she’s more proud of him than anything, and not at all annoyed.

Currently, you and Catherine are standing near the small bar, waiting for them to announce that it’s time to take your seats. You desperately want a drink, but part of you knows it would be a bad idea.

One glass of wine can’t hurt, though. Maybe it’ll take your mind off the pain in your feet.

You peel away from Catherine when you see Joe coming back, and you flag the bartender down quickly.

After ordering a glass of white wine, you wait patiently, wishing you had chosen a dress with sleeves. It’s fucking cold in here.

“Darling, you’re shivering, are you alright?”

Your head turns toward the smooth voice, face set and mind trying to decipher whether or not it was a sincere or creepy comment when the world quite literally explodes.

There, standing beside you, concern written all over his face, is Tom Hiddleston. Only now the concern has washed away into awe when your eyes lock with his.

“Oh my god,” he whispers, stumbling even though he’s standing in place.

“Blue,” you murmur. “Your eyes are blue.” Without even thinking or asking, your hand lifts to cup his cheek, and then you pull back, “Shit, sorry—”

But he grabs your wrist gently, placing your palm on his cheek. “It’s alright.” His thumb strokes the back of your hand. “I have been looking everywhere for you.”

“I thought you didn’t exist,” you whisper in reply. But here he is. His eyes are blue, his lips are pink, he has tiny brown freckles all over his rosy cheeks. You look back to his eyes, narrowing your own. “You liar. Your eyes have green in them, too.”

“Do they really?” Tom chuckles. “I never would’ve known.”

“That’s why you have me,” you tease, and you don’t know where any of this is coming from, yet it doesn’t feel like you’re pretending. It feels like you’re finally yourself.

His other hand tangles with yours as he nods. “That’s why I have you, indeed.”

At this time, the lights in the theatre begin lightly flashing, signaling that it’s time for everyone to begin making their way to their seats.

But neither you or Tom move one inch.

The only issue is people are beginning to stare.

You notice it first, so you slowly pull your hand from his cheek. This movement shocks him back to reality, too, and he blinks a few times, yet he doesn’t let go of your hand.

“I, um, I have to make a speech,” he says. “But then I can come back to you. Will you save me a seat?”

“Don’t you have to sit up front?”

He nods. “I do, but—”

“Then I’ll come with you.” You aren’t sure if it’s the fact that he hasn’t let go of your hand yet, or if it’s because you’ve been waiting so long that now you don’t want him to be further than an arms length away from you, but you mean what you say.

“Are you sure?” He asks, but you both need to make a decision quickly because you can see someone waving from the wings, most likely trying to get Tom’s attention.

“I’m sure.”

He doesn’t question it, in fact, he grins, and brings your hand up to his lips, kissing your knuckles. “Let’s go, then.”

#tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x fem!reader #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston x soulmate!reader #tom hiddleston soulmate au #soulmate au #tom hiddleston one shot #tom hiddleston fluff #tom hiddleston fanfic #tom hiddleston fanfiction #completely self indulgent #as always

[americancowgirl19]

Mutant not Monster - Part One

Part One: Background; this is basically a background part. Dean will be in the next part with Sam. I highly recommend you read this part so you can understand the plot.

Summary: Y/n and her twin brother, Warren, are both mutants. In a world where mutants aren’t accepted, Y/n and her brother have to go on the run as anti-mutant extremists begin hunting their kind down. Sam and Dean are hunters, just not mutant hunters. However, their paths cross and despite a rocky beginning they become allies against not only the war against mutants but the war against mankind. 

Warnings: angst, curse, fluff, anti-mutant terrorism

Reader: Female Reader; Y/n Worthington 

Pairings: (Eventual) Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,794

A/n: This is more of my own mini story than a specific part of X-Men and Supernatural. I’ll stick as close to supernatural as I can but if you see things that are different than they were in the show, just roll with it. This is kind of a crossover with X-Men and Supernatural but I’m just doing my own thing with the X-Men characters and Supernatural. I’m not going along with any specific movie or comic book. When Dean and Sam come in it’ll technically take place around the season 4 of Supernatural where they know about angels. Also gif is from google and it’s Miley Cyrus from the ‘Can’t Be Tamed’ music video.

Part Two

Masterlist

1989 - Y/n POV - Reader is 9

“Warren slow down!” I shouted after my brother as he scales up the tree. I try to keep up with him but struggle to maintain a steady grip on the bark. My twin brother just laughs and continues to climb branch after branch.

“Y/n! Warren! Be careful!” Our mother shouts approaching the tree. I take a second to look down at her. She stands by the trunk with her arms crossed. Her eyes squint as she looks up into the tree but I doubt she can see us through the branches and leaves. “Don’t climb too high!”

“Come on, Y/n,” Warren says regaining my attention. He motions for me to continue following him. Huffing I reach for the next branch and pull myself up.

“How much farther? Mom doesn’t want us too high,” I tell him.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be fine,” Warren says ignoring the uneasiness in my voice. While I didn’t have a fear of heights, in fact I liked being higher than everyone else, I was afraid of losing my grip from being too tired. As much as I tried to keep up with my brother he seemed to have energy for days.

“Warren, look at this,” I say finding a birds nest. My brother looks down at me before quickly climbing to my spot.

“Wow,” He whispers as the newly hatched birds chirp for their parents. “They’ll be big enough to fly before we know it,” He tells me.

“Do you ever wonder what it’s like to fly?” I ask looking at him.

“All the time,” He says. “I wonder what it’s like to soar with the birds and fly through clouds,”

“You’ll probably get wet,” I warn him. “Clouds are water after all,” Warren shrugs.

“Never been afraid of a few rain drops,” He smirks at me. I smile rolling my eyes. I look back at the baby birds.

“Warren! Y/!” Our mother shouts for us again. “Come down from there, it’s time for supper!”

“Can’t she see we’re busy in the tree?” Warren grumbles. I laugh.

“Come on, I’ll race you to the bottom,” I challenge him. He smirks and begins climbing down at the same time I do.

“If I win, I get your ice cream!” Warren shouts.

“Like hell you will!” I shout back.

“Language, Y/n!” Mother scolds.

“Yeah, language, Birdie,” Warren teases.

“Oh, why don’t you- Ah!” I screech when my feet slide off the branch. I go to cling to the tree but I fail to get a grip. Before I can fall too far Warren has my hand in his.

“I’ve got you!” Warren says quickly.

“Don’t you dare drop me, Warren Worthington!” I shout holding his hand as tightly as I can.

“Never,” Warren reassures me with a playful grin before swinging me to the next branch.

1994 - Y/n POV - Y/n is 14

“St. Joes Catholic School?” I ask with disbelief in my voice. “They’ve got to be kidding, right?” I ask my brother as I flop down on his bed. He walks into the room after me and shuts the door.

“I don’t think they are,” Warren says taking a seat at his desk chair.

“Why are they sending us away?” I whisper but don’t expect an answer. In fact, I’m terrified of what the answer would be. Warren stays quiet as he mulls over the information our parents just dropped on us. “We never fit in here,” I admitted whilst sitting up. Warren glances at me. “They may be our parents but we’re practically strangers to them. We share nothing in common with them except some similarities in our looks. We don’t belong here Warren and they know it,” I sigh looking down at my fingers.

I expect Warren to argue against me like he usually does. This isn’t the first time I’ve voiced my opinions on this matter. Ever since I could remember I’ve felt as if Warren and I were outcasts in our own home. Our parents used to try and connect with us but they gave up years ago.

I didn’t even notice Warren standing up until the bed sinks beside me. I spare him a glance before looking back at my hands. We sit in silence for a few moments before I lay my head on his shoulder. His head soon rests on top of mine.

“Don’t worry, we’ll find a place where we belong,” He reassures me. “We’ll find a home,” I smile as my mind begins imagining what this home would look like. “It’ll be a place where we do fit in and we’re not strangers,”

“As long as you promise we’ll stay together,” I say lifting my head. Warren looks at me. “Don’t you dare leave me, Warren Worthington,”

“Never,” Warren smirks winking at me. “Lighten up a bit, Birdie,” He says nudging my shoulder. “Who knows, maybe St. Joes Catholic School is where we’ll find people to connect too,” He shrugs.

“It would be nice to talk to someone who doesn’t have your ugly mug,” I comment standing from the bed.

“Well, it shouldn’t be hard for me to find someone who doesn’t crack mirrors when they look in them,” Warren fires back. I don’t dignify him with a verbal response. I simply flip him the bird and leave his room.

1997 - Y/n POV - Reader is 17

“Go Warren! Run!” I scream from the stands as my brother overtakes the lead runner in the track meet. I clap loudly and scream when he takes first place without a problem.

“He won! He won!” My brothers girlfriend, Amanda, shouts from beside me. We jump up and down together before laughing excitedly. 

When the meet ends the two of us instantly go looking for my twin. I weave through the crowd in his direction. Amanda follows me knowing all too well about my inner Warren Compass. It didn’t matter where I was or where he was, we could always find each other. Amanda also swears that we have some sort of telepathy between us or that we could read each other’s mind. While I knew that neither of those things were true, I did have a sixth sense when it came to my brother. Warren has the same feeling about me as well.

“There he is!” Amanda shouts surpassing me to go to her boyfriend. Warren spins around and pulls her into his arms. She giggles as he spins her around. I gag when they romantically kiss.

“Did you see my last run?” Warren asks us.

“Of course, baby,” Amanda smirks leaning into him not even caring about his drying sweat.

“You mean the one where you look like a flailing chicken without a head?” I ask before doing a dramatic imitation. Amanda snorts while Warren lunges for me. I laugh evading his attempts to put me in a head lock.

“Ok! Ok!” Amanda shouts getting between us. “I want to get back to the dorms, get cleaned up, and go to the party,”

“Hell yeah, baby,” Warren smirking lighting up at the mention of a party. Amanda shakes her head wondering where he gets all his energy. It didn’t matter that he just spent all day running, he still has enough energy to take over the world.

It doesn’t take us long to get back to the dorms and cleaned up. Warren promises to meet us at the party before going to take a shower. Amanda and I both go to the bathroom to do our makeup and to get changed.

“Oh my God, is your back ok?” Amanda instantly asks.

“Um, it’s fine?” I say turning towards her.

“Where did you get all of those bruises?” She wonders.

“Bruises?” I ask before going toward the mirror. “Oh, shit,” I whisper seeing them. They weren’t too bad but they were definitely noticeable. 

“What they hell are you doing when I’m not there to supervise you?” Amanda laughs while returning to her makeup.

“I don’t know,” I whisper to myself. I take another moment to stare at the bruises before shaking my head.

A couple weeks pass and the bruises don’t leave. In fact, the grow darker. I take extra care with how I move but it doesn’t matter. The bruising just continues to get worse until things start to get even weirder.

I wake up in my bad with a sore back. That’s nothing new, it’s practically my norm by now. However, waking up to find several feathers in my bed is new. I sit there in confusion as I wonder where the hell these feathers have come from.

“Y/n! Open up!” Warren shouts slamming his fist against my door repeatedly. “Open the door!”

“I’m coming! I’m coming!” I shout hopping out of bed. He doesn’t stop knocking until I let him in. “What the hell?”

“You’re getting random bruising too?” Warren asks the instant I close my door.

“How do you know about that?” I ask.

“Amanda told me,” He said. I frown my eyebrows wondering why now, all of the sudden, she’s telling him about my bruised back. “She told me because of this,” He takes his shirt off and turns his back to me.

“Jesus, Warren,” I whisper looking at his bruises. They’re similar to mind in shape but they’re much darker and slightly bigger. “Wait,” I whisper stepping closer. I run my finger along a section of his back and he instantly flinches away from me.

“Uh, ow!” Warren snaps.

“Sorry!” I raise my hands defensively. “But you have something coming out of your back,”

“What?” He frowns his eyebrows and I nod. He goes to my full length mirror. He then notices the nubs that I pointed out. “Turn around,��� He says coming over to me. I do as he says feeling nervous that he might find the same happening to my back.

“I woke up with feathers in my bed,” I whisper holding back a flinch when he touches my bruises.

“Sorry,” He whispers noticing me tense. “You have the same thing happening,” I slowly turn towards him. “I have feathers in my bed too... I thought they were from my pillows but...” His voice trails off.

“What’s happening to us, Warren?” I whisper. He pushes his lips together.

“I don’t know, Birdie,” He whispers back.

1997 - Y/n POV - Reader is 17

“Warren! Warren, open the door!” I shout pounding on his door like he had mine a week previous. “Warren, I know you’re in there, now open the damn door before I break it down,” I growled hitting the door even harder.

A few moments later my puffy eyed brother opens the door just enough for me to slide in before closing it again. He hangs his head as I stare at him. When he sniffles and wipes his nose on his sleeve I snap out of my trance.

“Come here,” I whisper pulling him into a tight hug. I frown my eyebrows when I feel something on his back but I don’t pull away. He holds me so tight that it’s hard to breathe but I just hold him. “What happened?” I whisper.

“She kept asking questions,” He tells me after a few minutes. “She kept wanting to know about the bruises and I just... I couldn’t tell her,” I close my eyes and hold him even closer. I try to hold onto him but he pushes me away. “Then this happens,” He whispers sniffling as he takes off his shirt. I look at his chest before giving him a look. He turns around and I gasp.

Two small white wings have sprouted from his shoulder blades. They look like a baby birds wings. Not nearly big enough to fly nor hold his weight. Despite they’re small size they’re beautiful.

Then it clicks. Our backs have been going through the exact same transition. Slowly, I step back to his bad and fall on it. Warren quickly pulls on his shirt again.

“We’re mutants,” I whisper.

“Yeah,” Warren whispers.

“We’re mutants,” I whisper again. Warren sighs walking over to me. The bed bounces slightly when he collapses beside me.

“Yeah,” He repeats. We lay on his bed in silence as we try to come to terms with the... new development. “I quit track,” He tells me. “Not like I’d be able to hide these things at practices and meets... Plus who knows how big they’ll grow,”

“Warren,” I whisper lowly. “St. Joes is notorious for they’re anti-mutant beliefs,” I say slowly turning my head towards him. Warren continues to stare at the ceiling. He lets out a long sigh.

“Yeah,” He mutters.

“Shit,” I whisper.

1998 - Y/n POV - Reader is 18

‘Y/n Worthington,’

I frown my eyebrows as I slow to a walk in the middle of the empty hallway. I look around for the voice who said my name. However, the few people in the hallway pay no mind to me.

‘Y/n Worthington’ The voice says again. ‘My name is Charles Xavier and I am a mutant like you,’

“I don’t find that very comforting at the moment,” I mutter feeling standoffish. I can hear the voice laugh a bit.

‘No, I expect you wouldn’t’ He says. ‘I’ve been looking for you and your brother for a very long time,’

“Where are you?” I ask as I continue to search for him.

‘Not far from the school,’ He responds vaguely. ‘I need you to listen to me. There is someone on campus that wants to hurt you and your brother,’

“Warren,” I whisper no longer caring about this Charles Xavier. The only thing on my mind is finding Warren. Before I could start my wild goose chase the voice in my head tells me exactly where he is. I don’t bother to question him, I simply race to his location. “Oh my God,” I gasp seeing the building is engulfed in flames.

Before I even try to go into the fire something in the sky catches my attention. I then notice it’s Warren trying to save people. Sprinting into action, I leave the crowd. My pure black wings rip through my long jacket and take me to the sky towards my brother.

“There’s more people on the third floor!” Warren shouts over the noise of the crowd.

“There’s someone after us!” I shout to him.

“No shit! Who do you think started the fire?!” Warren snaps.

“Don’t get snippy with me, Angel!” I growl back at him.

“Just get the people out! I’ll handle the guy that’s trying to kill us,” Warren orders. I want to argue but Warren is already flying off and somebody has to get those people out.

My wings carry me into the building. They fold around my body protectively as I crash through a window and land on the hot floor. It takes some convincing but I finally get the people to trust me enough to allow me to get them to safety.

‘You’re brother is a mile to your left,’ Charles informs me. I send a silent thank you before quickly going towards Warren. I get to him in time to see him dropping a man to his death.

“Warren?” I ask slowly flying towards him. My large yet feminine keep me in the air beside my brother. Warren’s head hangs as he stares at the mans dead body on the ground below us.

‘If you both would join me, I’d like to talk with you,” Charles says in my head. I can only assume Warren hears him as well. 

“Angel?” I ask moving even closer to him.

“Let’s just go,” Warren says flying to where Charles wants us to meet him. I glance back to the dead body before flying after my brother.

1998 - Y/n POV - Reader is 18

“Wow,” I whisper walking towards Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters.

“Aren’t we a little old to be going to a school like this?” Warren asks as we follow behind Charles. I nod along with Warren’s question seeing as we’re both legally adults.

“This isn’t just a school for the gifted but a home,” Charles explains. Warren’s head snaps towards me at the same time mine snaps to him. “Here you can learn different skills you did not learn at your previous school. You will also meet students with various gifts, some like your own,” I slap Warren’s arm when I see a girl fly past us with wings that came off of a fairy. “You are welcome to stay here for as long as you wish,”

“This place is amazing,” I laugh in wonder. Warren slowly beings to grin which only brightens my mood. Ever since the fire a few days ago, Warren’s smile has been nonexistent. 

“I’ll show you to your rooms, allow you to get settled,”

“Are we sharing a room?” Warren wonders.

“While school is in session, yes,” Charles nods. “But when most of the students return to their homes, you can have separate rooms,” I smile at my brother. Even though I didn’t exactly like sharing a room with him, it would be nice to have him close after someone had tried to kill us.

“Well, it’s not as big as the one at mom and dads but it’s cozy,” I say while walking around the room. Charles had left us to settle in a few seconds ago.

“Do you ever wonder what mom and dad are doing?” Warren wonders while tossing his suit case on one of the beds.

“Angel, they haven’t even contacted us since freshmen year,” I remind him. “The only thing they’ve done is financially support us and even that is over now,” I say sitting on my bed. “I try not to think about them because we don’t need them. We just need each other,” I say smiling at him.

“So, you’re saying I’m stuck with your ugly mug for the rest of my life?” Warren asks with a small smirk.

“Aren’t you a lucky duck?” I wink at him. Warren slowly shakes his head. “What happened?” I finally ask. “With that man that you let go?” My mind goes back to the day with the fire and how Warren had let a man fall to his death.

“I don’t even know his name,” Warren whispers. “Just some anti-mutant man,” He tells me. “He said our wings went against his religion and that we had to die,” I can feel my wings twitch but I don’t say anything. “I had him in my hands and I wanted to turn him into the police but then he went on and on about how he wasn’t just going to kill me but kill you as well... I just got so angry. He talked about how he was going to rip our wings off and rid the world of us. The thought of someone out there that wants to kill you as badly as he did made me so angry. Before I knew it I was letting him go and watching him fall.” Warren explains to me. I stand and walk over to him. Warren looks at me as I sit next to him. “I don’t regret killing him. I feel guilt about the fact that I’m not sad over his death,” He says. “But he threatened you, threatened us...” Warren sighs.

“You don’t have to justify your actions to me,” I tell him. “Warren, I would have done the same thing,” I told him. He glances towards me. “You think your need to protect me is one sided? I’d do anything for you. You’re all I have and I’m not going to let anyone hurt you,” I tell him. Warren smiles a bit.

“Don’t you dare leave me, Y/n Worthington,” Warren says quietly. I muster up a playful smirk.

“Never,”

2004 - Y/n POV - Reader is 24

“What do you mean they’re shutting the school down?” Warren snapped. “They can’t do that!”

“They can and they are,” Storm, one of the teachers, says calmly yet her eyes are raging in anger. “The students are to be sent back to there homes-”

“Where they’re going to be hunted down and slaughtered in front of their families,” Beast growls. I sigh rubbing my face tiredly.

Years of peace between mutants and mankind destroyed in one weekend. We tried to do damage control but our efforts were in vain. Almost every pro-mutant policy has been taken away. With the government turning their backs against us the radical anti-mutant organizations are rising against us in a dangerous fashion.

It didn’t take a genius to know that a war is on the horizon. This school is one of the only safe places for the students yet we’re being forced to send them away. We’re being forced to send them back to their families where they won’t be nearly as protected as they are now.

We all knew that with the war would come casualties. These extremists aren’t planning on taking prisoners. They see us as anti-human and a threat to the human race. They see us as monsters. They will kill us every chance they get.

“We have to protect them,” I speak up. “They’re children!” I practically shout. “We can’t just leave them to defend themselves,”

“We’re not going to do that,” Jean shakes her head. “We’ve fought for mutants this long, we’re not just going to give up now,”

“Jean’s right,” Storm nods. “There’s a war coming and it’s going to get ugly,” She warns everyone in the room. “But we’ve been through ugly times before. We can get through this if we work together,”

“We’re ready,” Bobby, one of my closest friends, assures her. “You guys have made sure of that. A lot of us are ready to fight,” Warren, me and the other alumni students nod in agreement.

“Professor?” I asks hesitantly. Charles continues to sit in his wheelchair as he goes over everything in his mind. It pained me to see the man who took my brother and I in in such a state of distress.

Warren and I share a nervous look. After years of living life just the two of us, we finally find out home. Not long after that, our home is threatened. It angers me to the core that people think they can threaten my home without retaliation. As far as I’m concerned everyone that lives under this roof is my family and I will do whatever is necessary to protect them, especially my idiotic twin.

“There here,” Charles whispers, his eyes widening. My head snaps to the side as an explosion shakes the Earth under our feet. Warren’s eyes meet mine and dread fills our hearts. The war’s begun.

@akshi8278​

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[thatssocheezy]

Joe’s Rotisseria - Westfield Ave in Roselle Park, NJ

                                                       Angry Italian                        

                                                     Triple Threat

                                        Sexy Square Vodka Sicilian

I went down to Linden to visit Brandon and Jewels at their apartment and finally got the opportunity to try a pizzeria I’ve been following on Instagram for a while now; Joe’s Rotisseria. Now, unfortunately, this place turned out to be all style and no substance. While they know how to make a pizza look awesome in a picture, Paul (who was also there) said it best by referring to it as “gimmick” pizza. They had so many cool sounding options, but overall, the taste just wasn’t really there.

I’m going to go over these one at a time in the order we tried them. First we dug in to the “Triple Threat”, which was a half plain/half pepperoni pie with a plain calzone and garlic knot crust. Overall this pie was ok, but it was just too doughy to really enjoy. I guess we technically ended up with a Sicilian Pie, so maybe this would’ve been better if it was Neapolitan. The crust was cool as garlic knots and the calzone was easily the best part of this slice. It almost tasted like cheesy garlic bread. However, this was just an underwhelming pie, and really only worth trying for the parts that weren’t even pizza.

Next, we tried the “Sexy Square Vodka Sicilian,” which was a Chicken Vodka Sicilian Pie with roasted red peppers on it. While the vodka sauce was tasty, the chicken felt thrown on as an afterthought and the red peppers were fine, but unnecessary. While better than the Triple Threat, this pie was still just too doughy to fully enjoy. I was hoping for more of a grandma-style pie, but oh well.

Last, we had the “Angry Italian,” which was easily the best of the three pies. It featured vodka sauce, pepperoni, and mozzarella sticks drizzled in honey and sesame seed crust. This pie was a VERY cool blend of unexpected flavors that worked very well together. The honey was really what sealed the deal for me and I honestly wish it had been applied more liberally. The crust was also really tasty and the honey and sesame seeds together made for a great flavor. Of the three pies, this is the only one I can fully recommend and would personally want to get again.

Overall, Joe’s was good, but unfortunately did not live up to the hype. For the most part it was overpriced gimmick pizza (the three cost together cost over $90!), but is worth checking once if you’re in the area. Maybe the Asbury Park location is better since that’s the one the owner works at now apparently. The general consensus though was a hard 4.

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[hermitcraftheadcanons]

Zombie Apocalypse AU Masterpost

"There are a few groups that aren't aware of each other's existence. (Architechs, NHO, Convex, ect.) The NHO are made up of all men from millitaries across the globe. Cleo isn't a zombie either, she is a zombie whisperer. She can communicate slightly with zombies and they aren't usually negotiable."

(Paraphrased,) from @creator0fchaos' Zombie Apocalypse AU entry for The Follower Input AU.

Headcanons to start us off:

-Convex were two men from a small buisness. Jellie is also around but she's injured and is mostly carried around by Scar.

-Etho got bit pretty early on and everyone in the NHO knows they're gonna have to do something about it but they're putting it off. Etho seems fine.

-Bdubs is slowly going completely feral. (Possible reference to season 5's jungle feral?) DocM joked he had rabies and the two got into a fight.

-Iskall lost his eye after Mumbo accidentally slashed him with a knife while trying to protect Grian from a hoarde. Iskall ended up getting lumped in with the Architech group because Mumbo feels super guilty about it.

-Xisuma and Keralis came into contact with the NHO for a bit. Keralis and Bdubs nearly became friends but Beef and Doc scared em away. Angst.

-The zombies fear False.

-XB originally planned to just stay in his house and not go out. He was prepared, okay? He had tinned food to last him at least a decade, zombie proof armour and god knows what else supplies. His friend, Hypnotizd, is fleeing to there because he knows XB knows what he's doing.

-Wels wears armour because it's the best he had. Same with Biffa and Xisuma. In this AU, they probably wouldn't be wearing armour if not given the circumstances.

-Jevin has turned this into a game to kill as many zombies as possible.

-Impulse, Tango and Zedaph are all just having a good time trying to survive in the woods. Their main goal is to open a tin of beans Zed has but they don't have a tin opener.

-Rendog found a tin of dog food while scavenging. He was hungry and ate it. He now has an addiction to tinned dog food.

-Wels wears medieval armour in the zombie au because at one point he was trapped in a museum by a horde and like, the armour was technically there. On display. No one was using it.

-Etho wears the mask as kind of a mental reminder not to bite his friends.

-Joe and Stress are hanging with Cleo and even if the small group isn’t the best equipped or prepared, they have thrived thanks to Cleo’s ability to whisper to zombies. It might not stop the zombies but it buys the group time to escape.

–Zombie!Etho is hiding the fact that he’s turning, if not already turned into a zombie, from the rest of the NHO because he loves being with his friends. The problem is that it’s getting harder every day to control himself and he’s constantly fighting between telling the rest of them about it, and having them put him out of his misery to keep them safe, or just keep hiding it, afraid that one day it’ll be too late he won’t be able to control himself and bite them all.

-Someone gets like a really bad case of the flu, this is problem because usually survivors have to stay in the move consistently to survive and that’s hard when someone is really sick, it also bad because all pharmacies have been raided and there’s no medicine.

-Grian originally came from Sam and Taurtis's group but due to Sam's insanity, Grian pulls away and went surviving on his own. That when Mumbo came to photo and knowing that he won't survive the zombie wasteland alone, Grian took it as his task to convince Mumbo make a partnership with him.

-Joe was playing D&D when the outbreak started, and Cleo was in his group. They treat it as a game sometimes, though they toned it down a bit when Stress joined because she was still grieving Iskall. Stress makes them stay around where she lost Iskall, but Joe and Cleo don't mind because she has a base set up there.

-For no fault of his own, the nHo crumbles while doc is in control. They had been losing members for a while but when beef, Bdubs, etho, and doc part ways it’s the draw the broke the camels back, so doc is the only one left of the nho, the rest of them, having either left or died. Doc blames himself for everything going so wrong.

-For the zombie AU because nobody's representing my boy X: Xisuma is known as a master at evading the zombies (he can fight them well if needed but he is best at avoiding incidents altogether). He claims to wear the mask for practical reasons, but what the others don't know is that it hides how terrified he is. He hides his fear because he doesn't want people to lose confidence in him, but getting turned and losing control of his mind is his worst nightmare.

-TFC’s gone for a bunker theme for s6+s7, so maybe, he finds a nHo member, and just drags them down into his bunker, probably chewing them out for walking around alone?

-For the zombie au is ethos mask like a medical one, or was he in a kakashi cosplay for some reason and kept it because all the pockets were practical and then started wearing the mask because he got infected.

-After Stress and Iskall reunite, Joe and Cleo join the Architechs. False joins them after seeing Cleo whisper to the zombies and realizing that the group severely lacks fighters. I need the hermits to (at least mostly) get together!

-TFC is obviously a disaster prepper who has a fully furnished bunker that can house a lot of people. He has been broadcasting this to other survivors using a radio. Unfortunately, he lives in the middle of nowhere and it is a trek to get there, but the Vault (as he calls it) is self-sustaining. (I know this is obvious, but nobody has done anything with TFC yet, and that's a shame)

-Even though he’s scared about not being alert enough to protect his team, Xisuma hides his sickness, which is easy with the helmet, because he’s the leader and he can’t be weak. Due to the pain of the flu and the heat of fever staying trapped inside his helmeted eventually falls to his knees and breaks down.

-Mumbo is wearing a suit because he was on his way to a job interview when the outbreak started, he just never bothered to change clothes.

-Etho used to love making up little tunes, and that hasn't changed since he was bitten. Nevertheless, the others in his group haven't heard him make music since. He blames a lack of instruments because of being on the run from zombies. The morning after he left, though, they find an old recorder where his sleeping bag was, and once they hit play they're greeted with songs in a familiar style, backed by improvised instruments.

Even without saying anything they *know* what had happened, and the recorder is taken along on their journey to a safe haven. Sometimes, when the feeling of missing their friend gets too much, they put on the music in the evening and just allow themselves to cry.

-Well, i was thinking maybe stress was a loner, but like, not completely alone, she was with someone else, probably Cleo or Iskall, but they got bit, she felt too bad to kill them so she wanders around with a zombie friend on a madeup leash, sorry if it sounds sad but i like angst and it seemed like a good headcanon -🐿️

-TFC is the one to get to Beef and break down the wall he had built up after a while of wandering alone after breaking off from the nHo. He finds Beef fighting a group of zombies and after observing how violently Beef was hacking down the zombies, TFC did not see a hardened fighter, but a broken man and went to talk with him.

-Alternate timeline idea when grian was still traveling with Sam and tortoise. Sam end up doing something that results in grian and tortoise getting bitten, because of that Sam leaves them. Now grian is not a normal zombie he doesn’t crave human flesh but rabbit flesh because he’s so hell-bent on getting revenge for what Sam did to him and tortoise, tortoise ends up tagging along. Cleo ends up finding them and discover their not normal zombies and inviting them to stay with her group.

-For the zombie apocalypse AU, RE: Cleo and Joe's DND game - imagine them going into a fight and just screaming "ROLL INITIATIVE!"

-Ok but imagine if like that one anon said, grian was already a zombie but like, one that only wants animals. I imagine they could probably get him to behave normally and imagine the mumbo turning angst but grian is already a zombie and just helps him not loose himself.

-For the Zombie Au, instead of killing Mumbo before he turns, the group locks him in a room and leave him there in hopes that they can bring him back once theres a cure. Whether or not, Mumbo wants to be saved is up to you. If Cleo's still in the group then you could have her "talk" to Zombie Mumbo for bonus angst.

-After finding out that Etho's still out there, Beef becomes more determined than ever to help find a cure. In the bunker he often ends up buzzing around Scar and Cub, desperate for something to do to help. It can get a bit awkward but they understand he's just desperate to see his friend again and are usually able to provide small tasks to help him keep his mind busy (with something other than worrying for Etho) while they continue working toward a cure.

(All those above in red are from our community's lovely Anons!)

-Vintagebeef was the first to notice something was off about Etho. He asked Etho about it but Etho assured him he was fine. Beef asked, 'what if you spread it to the other people in group?' Etho claimed that 'if it was contagious without physical contact, everyone would have caught it by now.'

-Speaking of Vintage Beef, he feels the most lonely and hopeless out of all the NHO members. Etho is probably gonna die from being a zombie soon. Bdubs and Doc are always at each other's throats and Beef fears one of them may accidentally kill the other. He's terrified that he may be the only one left.

-Hypnotizd is the most likely to be bit next. Dude’s running to XB’s house basically defenseless until he gets there, we have no clue how far he has to travel.

(-@tomcatacaphe.)

-You could very easily bring s5 nho angst into this au... Etho leaves to protect his friends from himself, Beef leaves because he can't bare to see his friends fight so much, Bdubs and Doc get in a fight and Bdubs storms off, and Doc is left to try and lead the nho by himself (since you said it's a kind of paramilitary thing here). Ouch.

-Knowing Mumbo's love for bunkers and the dragon bro bunker from s6, the architechs have probably settled somewhere underground to have a somewhat normal life. And, given the combined tech prowess of Iskall and Mumbo, they could easily rig up defence systems to help.

-in regards to that ask about X getting ill, maybe that's where Keralis joins him! He's totally the type to stay with you when sick! :D

-Continuing from that anon, if I may. So far we have Griam, Mumbo, Iskall, Stress, Joe, Cleo, and False all living together... The chaos xD ! You could even bring in hermit challenges as smth they make to, y'know, lighten the mood :D

(-@rebloging-extravaganza.)

-OOF I never thought about Taurtis wandering alone but that's sad. Iskall was also originally with Stress. They are wandering together until a snow storm separates them. Iskall finds Mumbo and Grian and then Mumbo thought he was a zombie cause this man just came out of nowhere. Grian and Mumbo took him in. When Iskall came back to the place where him and Stress gets separated, they saw each other again. What's the first thing he did? He hugged the hell outta her.

-Stress was tired cause the next thing she knew after the storm is that she’s alone. So, she thought for the worst, she thought Iskall was dead. She made a small shelter in the place, tamed a lot of dogs and even made a gravestone for Iskall.

When Stress saw him, her first thought was to get the weapon from the sheath and attack but Iskall started talking. The next thing she knew was she is crying and hugging him tight. 

(-@penumbra-rui.)

-After Beef leaves the nHo, he becomes quite a loner. He gets a nickname from other groups even though they don’t know who he is: the Butcher. He gets the name because when groups are being seized down by dozens of zombies, Beef comes in and kills the zombies - every single one - with only his token bloodied apron left behind, waving on a stick. He has hundreds of those aprons and is never seen killing the zombies by the besieged groups.

-When Impulse runs away, he runs into BDubs while in a run down brick building with part of it having been blown up in what looks like a plane bomb. The building seems to have been a local demolition business known simply as ‘Boomers.’

-Before the apocalypse began, Scar was an upper level agent of the FBI tasked with protecting top level cancer researchers across the United States. One of those top cancer researchers was patient 0 and was the original discoverer of the zombie infection (patient 0 was not a Hermit). However, Scar believes it’s his fault for not having intervened when he could have. It’s now his mission to find a way to fix it. He comes across business mogul Cub, who may have the funds to help.

-https://hermitcraftheadcanons.tumblr.com/post/618407386827423744/hypno-has-been-living-with-xb-for-the-last-two XB and Hypno meet: A post too long to copy paste here.

(-@creator0fchaos.)

-After Tango explodes the beans Impulse claims he’s leaving. Z and T think he just kidding but when they wake up the next morning Inpulse is gone. Now Zed and Tango are on a mission to find impulse while also terrified that he’s been bit.

-Continuation of the impulse leaves thing, tango and Zed find and save him just in time. They all reunite and are happy. The problem is that Zed was bit in the process, for now he’s binding it, because tango and impulse were so happy to be reunited and zed didn’t want to ruin it.

-Zed never ends up telling his friends that he was bit, the figure out themselves a few days after it happens. At first they’re mad that zed hid it from them, telling him how he could have turned and hurt them. But a minute late they break down in tears realizing what the bit means for them all. They will discuss what to do in the morning but for now they will grieve.

-Even more of the zit story: In the morning they decide to keep zed around until he really starts turning, they will then kill him so he’s not a zombie, zed protests this wanting them to kill him now, fearing for the other’s safety, but he’s actually really happy to have a bit longer with his friends. Impulse feels guilty because this never would have happened if he hadn’t left, tango also feels guilty because if he never exploded the beans, then impulse wouldn’t have left and zed would be fine.

(-@lookitsspacekween.)

-Xisuma is known as a master at evading the zombies (he can fight them well if needed but he is best at avoiding incidents altogether). He claims to wear the mask for practical reasons, but what the others don't know is that it hides how terrified he is. He hides his fear because he doesn't want people to lose confidence in him, but getting turned and losing control of his mind is his worst nightmare.

-Xisuma could be that person who gets the flu from an earlier submission! It would really scare him because of not being as alert or functional to avoid the zombies. I feel like he doesn't have a set group of people he stays with, so someone would probably find him holed up somewhere with a bad fever and decide to stay with him.

-If Mumbo ever gets bitten his zombie form is his cursed skin from after he sold his bits, it NEEDS to be lol.

-I came here to post immune!Rendog only to find that someone already did! Anyway, Ren is immune, which is good because the man gets bitten A LOT (the diggity dawg is not the best fighter). I feel like he gets lost and comes across the NHO base, and Doc won't let him in at first because he's covered in bites. He probably puts him in a containment cell out of typical Doc paranoia but eventually figures it out.

-Doc tried his hardest to be distant with Ren (because he thought he was going to turn/die soon and didn't want to get attached) but Ren just asks questions and talks 24/7 until Doc gives in and talks to him out of loneliness. Doc probably keeps him in containment for a really long time, first for fear of him turning and then because he's afraid Ren will leave (like everyone else left him.)

-Ren is very calm and cheery through the whole containment thing because he FULLY believes this is all a dream. Like, okay, this German robot man says I'm going to die in a week? Cool! Have to remember to write this one down when I wake up. Doc cannot convince him otherwise and it frustrates him to no end (when he does realize it's real though he's going to have a full breakdown.)

-Mumbo focuses in way too hard when he's working and blocks out everything else. If he gets bitten it will be because he was too absorbed in a redstone project and forgot to check his surroundings.

-When Mumbo gets bitten, Grian makes it his duty to comfort him and keep him calm until the end. Iskall, however, is overcome by guilt. He had been out for supplies when it happened; usually it was his job to watch Mumbo's back while he worked, alternating between fighting zombies and giving jokingly snarky commentary on Mumbo's redstone. He definitely blames himself and won't let the others out of his sight afterward.

-A break from angst! Zombie whisperer!Cleo's talents work by communicating with the infection in the zombies' bodies. Immune!Rendog has the infection, it just doesn't affect him in a dangerous way. Therefore, Cleo is now a Ren whisperer. Hilarity ensues.

-Once Xisuma starts feeling a bit better, he organizes his group to dig underground tunnels for people to travel with less chance of zombie attack (construction Keralis is a big help!) The leadership comes naturally to him, and the hard work is a good way of building up his strength again. Working late into the night on the tunnels is also the perfect excuse not to sleep....

-(post-cure). It takes several weeks, but Doc finally manages to find Etho. When he receives the cure his first words are "Thank you" and "I'm so sorry" (like a true Canadian). While his mind is returned to him, some parts of his body are too decayed to be salvaged, but that's no obstacle for Doc. He builds custom cybernetics and eagerly welcomes his old friend back to the land of the living.

(-@shadeswiftdraws.)

-Mumbo, being really good with redstone, obviously has anti-zombie weapons he made himself. One day he goes out scavenging to find Grian fighting zombies armed with only a large hunting knife, a sledgehammer (probably from whatever build he was working on at the time of the outbreak), and his tiny gremlin speed and agility. (-@my-cat-is-a-bastard.)

-One of the Hermits (up to you which one) is somehow immune to the zombie virus. The catch: they don't know until they get bit. Them and the rest of their group is scared and prepares to kill them when the transformation is complete, but it never happens. The scientist of their group does a couple of tests and discovers their immunity!

-I was thinking about it for a bit, and I doesn’t seem like there’s been much done with Ren... (besides eating dog food lol)

-Happy ending time 'cause I can't stand seeing them all turn! Once Doc realizes Ren is immune, they venture out trying to find another group to create a cure. After gathering some/most of the other Hermits, they come across Scar, and they work on and create a cure/vaccine. The rest of the Hermits take it, and maybe they're even able to cure Etho and the other zombified Hermits! (Sorry if this is too cheesy/happy; I just want everything to be okay, y'know?)

-All everyone speaks of are the physical changes, but one must set the record straight: No matter how horrifying the outward changes are, the mental and emotional ones are far worse. Your friend’s behavior will take a turn for the worse. They’ll become more aggressive, more impulsive, less cautious. They’ll start fights for a laugh, they’ll yell and thrash and scream at the mildest inconvenience, their mind will devolve and fade away. By the time you must say your goodbyes, they will no longer be the friend you knew. They will be childish, angry, insane, and horrible in every way. Even if they fight the illness and outer changes, their behavior will still be impacted and subject to change.

Be wary of this if you choose to let your friend live, and prepare not only your body, but your mind, for the worst.

-Patient Zero could be GenerikB.

(-@12u3ie.)

-I feel like team ZIT keeps putting off taking care of Impulse. Like Etho, Impulse just keeps fighting the changes. They all expect him to wither away, fall down and die one day, isn't that how it always goes?, but that's not how the infection works. They don't get sicker and weaker, in fact most of the people who die from one bite actually die from gangrene and/or septic shock. (Human mouths are GROSS.) But our boys don't know this. They've taken good care of his bite, even if it felt pointless at first, and avoided infection, and as a result he's physically completely healed now. So they end up never NEEDING to kill Impulse, but at what cost? He's constantly anxious about losing control. He can barely even sleep, what if it makes him sleepwalk and he bites his friends then? Tango and Zedaph see him changing still. They see his skin getting pale and dull, his eyes growing hollow, even see he's losing a lot of weight, but they put it up to his sleeplessness, to how they have to remind him, almost force him to eat real food. What sort of life does Impulse really have now? Is it really better to just end it? (What if he and Etho meet?)

Sorry, I've just seen the way this subversion of the Zombie Bite = Zombie Dead trope is going with Etho, and I HAD to get bitten!Impulse in on it as well. Now I can't stop thinking about exactly how this virus works, so I'm gonna hit post before I get WAY too into it and make a text wall.

-https://hermitcraftheadcanons.tumblr.com/post/618456845293633536/the-first-thing-you-notice-is-the-bite-it-stings How the virus works. (Tw gore, worms.)

(-@basaltdragon.)

-Bdubs definitely slept through the beginning of the apocalypse and had no idea what was going on for a while. He just kept doing his normal thing until someone told him what was happening. (-@miss-oleum.)

-I saw a post that mentioned Taurtis in the zombie apocalypse au, so I think this idea would be cool? I think from context clues Etho and Beef are kinda traveling together, but what if they run into Pause! Pause is super stoked to finally be around people in this mess (Team Canada, no less!!) but the dread kicks in when he notices the look in Etho's eyes, and how much paler he is than usual. Maybe he even notices the signs before Beef (who prolly def. noticed but is in severe denial about it). (-@853dragons.)

-https://hermitcraftheadcanons.tumblr.com/post/618477192694939648/you-know-what-im-just-going-to-add-my-2-cents-on

-To the surprise (and delight) of everyone in the Bunker, Beef is a deasent Redstoner. He's still a bit rusty at it tho. But he Knows how to work around those dust if he put his mind it. And after the... Insident with Mumbo, they need all the help they can get with the Redstone. And the first time he fix a redstone contraption on his own he said to his spectators (any Hermit of your choice), "What? You thought I was all Beef but no Brains?"

(-@tearosepedall.)

And now, Writing!

-It's the hunger that's the worst. Gnawing and ever-present, no matter what he eats, he can't escape the emptiness that's settled into his stomach. Etho stares dully down at the can someone - probably Beef - had pushed into his hands, before spearing a handful of syrupy fruit and swallowing it. It does little to satiate the hunger crawling through his every being. And why would it? It's not fruit he's hungry for anymore. (Anon.)

-Fear curls around him like an unwanted friend, a fiend of mist and smoke that blankets his nerves and quickens his heart. He stares dully at the scene before him, at the massacre his group had just barely avoided, as an awful storm of what-ifs swirl through his mind. His hands shake. "X?" Someone asks, "Are you okay?" Xisuma sucks in a deep breath, curls his hands into fists, and turns towards Keralis. "I'm fine," he lies. (Anon.)

-"Hello there. If you are listening to this, we are gone and long forgotten. This base of ours is yours to use now. I'm sure there'll still be some supplies and cans of food left-" "Not if I eat them first!" "Gr- Grian! I'm recording!" "I know that, you spoon." Grian took a few steps forward and stuck his face up to the camera lens. "Hi there!" "Grian! This is serious work." "C'mon, we're always serious! What's wrong with a little bit of fun during the zombie apocalypse?" (12u3ie.)

-(Biffa's POV) I met Xisuma a couple weeks ago. He saved my life, and I joined his crew. We're good friends now, and I hope he trusts me. It just seems like there's something off about him, but not in a zombie way. The way he hesitates before saying he's fine, how his eyes widen for just a moment before battle... the way he mumbles in his sleep about an evil counterpart... (12u3ie.)

-Hands corral him, pushing him forward. Mumbo twists and writhes, trying to escape from the iron grip pulling him forward. Where his tongue still capable of forming complex sounds, he would be protesting vehemently. Nowadays, words are harder to come by, too clunky and heavy for his tongue to try. As it is, he can barely even manage the word no. 'I don't want this!' He screams, but only Cleo spares him a glance. Her eyes shine, wet with tears and pity that turns his stomach.

"We'll find a cure," Someone else promises. From a haze of shattered memories, a face forms. It takes another moment for him to remember a name. Grian. His voice is flat, toneless, but edged with iron and a promise. With one final pull, he's dragged into the windowless room, lined with lockers and benches. Mumbo's breath rattles heavily in his chest, as the iron door swings shut behind him. "I'm so sorry." Whispers seep through the thin walls. "I can't believe he bit Ren." (Anon.)

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Amir Khan is potentially the best boxer ever to hail from the UK, up there shoulder to shoulder with the likes of Ted 'Kid' Lewis, Jimmy Wilde, Joe Calzaghe and whoever else you care to mention. Amir was a superbly talented amateur who entered the paid ranks to great fanfare and carrying the weight of expectation on his shoulders. However, within the space of 10 pro fights he had arguably developed more technical flaws than were ever present when he was competing in the amateur code. In my view, he was making fundamental errors the like of which he would have been rightly reprimanded for by his amateur boxing coaches. In this article, I want to explore in very specific terms what these technical problems were, how they affected his ring performances and what Freddie Roach may have rectified during Khan's time at The Wild Card Gym in LA.

Amir Khan - The Amateur Years

Amir Khan was clearly a boxing prodigy from the outset of his amateur career at the age of 11. By the time Khan really got into his stride, he had won multiple domestic titles and progressed to become World Junior Champion, European Youth Champion and Junior Olympic Champion. This glittering march culminated in his attendance at the 2004 Olympic Games in Athens where he, at the tender age of 17, reached the final and was prevented from winning gold only by uber-boxer Mario Kindelan,the mesmerizing 3 time Olympic champion from Cuba.

If you get the chance, take a look at one of Khan's bouts from the Athens Olympics, maybe his quarter final bout against tough Korean Jong-Sub Baik. Khan is aggressive from the outset, but is happy to fire intense barrages of shots on the back foot. The Korean is floored once and is ultimately stopped before the end of round 1. Notice the perfect balance of Khan, his body weight remaining central or on the back foot. Notice also that whilst he is unloading shots with power, he is doing so under total control and is comfortable moving in and out of range with speed and aggression.

9 months after his Olympic exploits, Khan was ready to enter the professional ranks. Amir Khan was primed by the amateur game to accelerate toward paid glory. Surely nothing could go wrong, could it?

The Transition

In May 2005, Amir Khan signed his first professional contract with Frank Warren. His coach was Oliver Harrison who guided him through his first 17 pro contests. Harrison and Khan parted company in 2008 and Harrison was replaced by Jorge Rubio, former coach of the Cuban national squad, who was to guide him through his next 2 contests. These 2 contests were against Michael Gomez and Breidis Prescott, Gomez an experienced (if a little long in the tooth) campaigner who could punch a bit, and Prescott a fast, hard-hitting Colombian. These 2 contests were arguably the worst that Khan had been involved in, certainly in his pro career, the contest against Prescott culminating in a devastating one round KO.

So what actually happened to Khan during the formative years of his professional career? There were insults exchanged between the Khan camp and Harrison, and Harrison and Rubio, all of whom pointed the finger of blame at each other when it came to explaining Khan's apparently inexplicable loss of form. OK, in the same way that scientists analyze an ice core to examine the conditions in the world at a particular time, lets look at some of Amir's contests and examine his technique.

Check out Khan's 2006 contest against Colin Bain (his 8th paid outing.) Bain held a record of 11 bouts with only one loss, so a reasonable opponent for Khan early in his career. I have some issues with the changes in Khan from his late amateur days to here. I'd like to draw your attention to 3 specific issues when you watch this fight:

Amir's body weight, for significant periods of the contest, seems to be over his front leg. This weight distribution causes massive problems and for me this is a critical fault in Khan's boxing technique. Avoiding an opponent's oncoming punch is a bit like trying to dodge a bullet fired from 3 foot away!

When Khan throws his jab, he seems to be launching his weight behind the shot. Throwing the body weight behind a jab is fine if the shot lands, but if it misses then any shot fired back by the opponent will have increased power. This issue of trying to hit too hard seems to be a problem for many UK-based professional fighters, so Khan is not alone here.

Amir seems very willing to drop his hands, particularly his left hand, when he is within the 'strike' range of his opponent.

It has to be said here, these are the type of errors that Khan would simply not have made as an amateur. So what's gone on here? I mean, it's only 12 months into his professional career! That's a very short period of time in which such dramatic and fundamental technical problems should become evident in the style of an Olympic silver medalist. Shouldn't someone be identifying this? Well, I felt sure at the time that he'd eradicate these nasty habits as his career progressed, and anyway, he took out Bain in round 2, so what was I worried about?

No Longer a Newbie!

We've jumped ahead a couple of years here, to Khan's 17th fight against Denmark's Martin Kristjansen. Now, I'll give you a tip. Khan wins the fight via a 7th round TKO, but right from the outset it is apparent that the same 3 problems as described previously are still in evidence, and if anything the over-commitment with the jab has become more pronounced. You can watch the whole fight, but to get the point you need only watch the first few minutes. By the way, this is the last fight that Khan has with coach Oliver Harrison before moving on to Jorge Rubio, and he's been a professional for 3 years.

The next fight we see (after Khan's lackluster performance against Gomez in which he was wobbled on more than one occasion) is the tipping point in Khan's career, his September 2008 fight with Breidis Prescott. Now, Prescott is a whole different ball game than any of Amir's previous opponents in that he can punch...hard! After this fight, more accurately described as a one-sided thrashing, Khan takes stock and realizes that there needs to be a sea-change in his approach if he is to fulfill the massive potential he was was showing as an amateur.

The Road to Roach - America Here I Come!

After the Prescott fight, it's unsurprising that Khan felt like a change! He joined Freddie Roach at the Wild Card Gym, looking to re-ignite his career and rediscover the depth of talent that he undoubtedly possessed. So, without dragging this out anymore than is necessary. Take a look at Khan's 2010 clash with Paulie Malignaggi. OK,you spot any of the critical 3 errors (left hand dropping, weight going over the front leg, over-committing with the jab)? I certainly don't. I'll leave you to draw your own conclusions.

Was the problem Khan getting carried away with himself early in his career? I find this scenario unlikely as Amir Khan is a self-effacing and modest character. Did he just plain forget how to box properly? Again,unlikely. What about this for a scenario; Khan had 3 fundamental technical errors that had developed within his style during his first 19 fights, and after a short period with Freddie Roach these flaws were identified and rectified. Could this have been a failure in the coaching setup during his early pro years? Maybe, just maybe!

Freddie Roach, as the great coach that he is, knows that a great boxer does the simple things, but does them very well. He has reinforced the basics with Khan, and now Khan can look ahead to a great career. Will Khan be involved in the kind of historic fights that have made many other fighters? Unlikely I think because the more conservative style he now employs means that he will seek to 'manage' opponents as opposed to blowing them away. Freddie Roach is teaching Khan to fight to his strengths.

Whatever happens though, it will surely be an interesting ride!

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The Freedom of Expression Ep 7 - Comme Des Garçons, criticism of wigs used in show.

K: This is Dir en grey's Kaoru, with The Freedom of Expression. Um, Last time...Oh, Joe san, Tasai san, welcome. Last time...I don't know if it was that movie's curse, but suddenly, there were technical issues..with the video.

J: The video crashed when we were talking at the end.

T: Really?

K: Yeh. But it happened once at first.

J: Yeh

K: Then after it happened the second time, we re-shot it properly.

J: Yes, we had tried before that, but it crashed again. Only when we were talking about that movie.

T: The second try was the same?

J: Yes, the video crashed.

K: It was only when we talked about that.

T: Scary!

K: *laughs*

J: Up to then, the first three episodes had been fine, but it was only when we talked about Antrum, the movie where you die if you watch it, that the technical trouble happened. And it happened twice. We really experienced that.

Kami: Stop talking about this! *K laughs a lot*

J: Oh, Kami is scared...a cowardly god can't do a night shift by himself, can he?

K: Ok, Joe, the topic this time please.

J: Yes, please listen to this news I found interesting.

"Comme Des Garçons, criticised for 'cultural appropriation' due to wigs used in show."

The Japanese fashion brand Comme Des Garçons have been accused of cultural appropriation, after using wigs of a haistyle often seen on black people, for a white model.

Comme Des Garçons introducted thier male Autumn-Winter collection during Paris fashion week on January 14th. On this occasion, some white male models appeared on the catwalk wearing wigs fashioned in the style of cornrows, which are mutliple small plaits. Criticisms such as, 'Thats offensive', or, 'Japan's avant-garde brands have taken a step back', appeared on social media. Comme Des Garçons have put out the following in response : 'The wigs used in the Comme Des Garçons 2020 male Autumn and Winter collection show were inspired by the look of an Egyptian prince, and were not intended to hurt or offend anyone. We sincerely apologize if we have caused offense'. The hairstylist responsibile for the wigs, Julien d'Ys, responded to the criticism on his Instagram: ' The items worn for Comme Des Garçons were insipred by an Egyptian prince, a style which I found beautiful and inspirational, a homage. It was never intended to offend. If I have hurt or offended anyone, I am truly sorry.' Although this post gained over 2000 likes,  it also recieved a lot of criticism.

Well, rather than cultural appropriation, this could be seen as an issue to do with racism. Using a black hairstyle on a white person...there is possibly some anger as to why a cosmopolitan white person did this. I mean, when you think about white culture appropriating black culture, the origin of Rock music was Blues. White bands like The Rolling Stones copied what was originally black music, and as a result rock was born, blues spread...So rather than misappropriation of black culture, you could ask why a black hairstyle was used on a white model is so offensive. What do you think about this, Kaoru?

K: Hmm, well...It looks ok to me.

J: I also couldn't really see a problem..

K: If you think about it rather in terms of spreading culture, how does it seem? It seems like it isn't forcibly connected to black culture. They just want to say that.

J: Ah, about the complaints *1

Kami: Never take away the freedom of wigs.

J: Oh, we've come to the freedom of wigs? The choice of which wig to wear?

Kami: Yes..what type of wig should they wear?

J: Well, yes.

K: It might be like if a white person paints thier face to look like a black person.

J: Oh yeh, they used to do that in American comedies and such, white people would on paint thier faces to imitate black people, and black people were very insulted by this, so it became a problem. Well, if you are in Japan its not easy to understand, but you could say there is still quite a division, a wall...between white and black people.

K: Thats right.

T: What about that group 'Rats and Star'?

J: I don't think that was seen as a problem in Japan. Its because in Japan there were not that many black people here. If they did that in America they would be ridiculed.

Kami: Is painting your face white ok?

J: What do you mean? Painting your face to look like a white person?

Kami: No, painting your face completely white.

J, K, T: Ahh.

Kami: If a Japanese or Asian person did that, they wouldn't be seen as trying to imitate white people would they?

K: Ah, well..thats a good point, they wouldn't really.

Kami: If you say that, it never ends.

J: Yes, i think so.

Kami: So never take away the freedom of wigs.

J : The freedom of wigs *laughs*

Kami: Also never steal wigs.

J: Right...Are you surrounded by many people connected with wigs?

K: Oh, but there were also black models wearing these wigs!

J: Yes, there were..I can't help feeling this is close to an unjust charge...However, what exactly is discrimination/racism? On the one hand, when white people paint themselves, black people call out the discrimination, but racial discrimination is a very complex problem . To ask, 'what is discrimination?', well,  im gonna get serious here, 'discrimination' is something that can't be logically explained. For example, in America, university intake is very ethnically balanced. They are raising the pass numbers for Asians, or for black people, so as to maintain diversity. If they didn't, there would be only white people. So they go ahead and lower the number of passes for white people and raise them for black people, or that type of thing, or vice versa. So as for a logical explanation, no one challenges this in America. However, there was that news in Japan last year about lowering pass marks for female entrance to medical school. This could not be logically expained in Japan. For example, whether or not its right, if they had said there was a shortage of emergency staff in hospitals, so we need to utilize more male doctors from now on or something...then there is a possibility it might have been accepted, but actually that situation could not be logically explained. That was seen as total gender discrimination. In this current case, the Comme Des Garçons hairstylist has given a clear explanation, so if you try to pick a fight with that, this will never end. I do not think this is discrimination, I think the people who are saying that are the more prejudiced ones.

K: Yes

Kami: Japan is discriminatory, right?

J: Yes, I think it is. All countries have discrimination, but its become almost taboo to talk about discrimination in this country. Freely talking about these taboos isn't much forgiven by the media, so awareness towards them is steadily slipping away. In America you bump into these issues from time to time, so there are many opportunities for people there to talk about them, for better or worse. In Japan we don't have those opportunities, we don't get under the surface, and we just bury the problems.

T: We (Japan) are really bad at debate.

J: Especially.

T: It always ends up becoming an emotional debate.

J: Yes, it does.

T:....'I hate those guys..' etc.

K: Thats true, yeh.

J: Well, I don't think Comme Des Garçons needed to apologize really.

K, T: Yeah

J: People are quick to apologize these days.

K: Yeah

T: If you have an idea, you should assert it

J: Yes, yes, but they caused discomfort. If I had to say, anything you say can cause discomfort to someone.

K: Yes, i think so.

J: Do you get complaints?

K: I don't, but our office might, Im not sure.

J: Well, but I think art can hurt people, it can cause discord, right?

K: Mmm.

J: It can't be helped really.

Kami: No, but if you apologize, its all over quickly.

J: *laughs* I see. He's keeping it real. Kami, do you apologize when you make a mistake?

Kami: Oh, yes. Like, 'im sorry, im sorry!' *everyone laughs*

K: Even when you didn't do anything wrong?

Kami: Of course...it draws out if you get angry.

J: Well, yes.

K: Ahh, getting angry is annoying, so just apologize.

Kami: Yes, its too much, trouble so i just apologize.

K: How about that?

Kami: But never take away the freedom of wigs.

J: In relation to that right?

K: Okay well...

K,T: Yep

K: Thank you very much, please watch again next time.

T: And please subscribe.

*1 Did i understand this correctly?

*also, ヅラ is wig??

#dir en grey #the freedom of expression #薫 #kaoru #tfoe

[blackfemmecharacterdependency]

BFCD Reviews by Nesha: Soul

Starting out... I got WAY more positive feedback and excitement from white people than I did the Black community... so, that's not a very great look to begin with, HOWEVER, this is Disney and I did already factor in the fact that they do not like the Blacks™️, so you'd best believe that I didn't enter this thing expecting much on the level of "Black ass story."

Furthermore, I check everything that I watch on IMDB before I watch, and there's hella *other folk* top billed that I didn't see much of in the Disney promos where they wanted to rope in that lingering "We Care" aftertaste of the thing that companies did over the summer and a portion of fall. You may have seent it - They made allegations of caring about the Blacks. Very trendy. Very Summer 2020.

So. Fine. Sure. Low expectations. Medium interest. High Black visibility, so I'm going to watch it, just for that fact. Mind you, we all remember that time when Princess and the Frog acted like there might be a Black princess and we got us a skrong Black girl who really was a frog the whole time, so the Black Disney bar is in hell for me at the start. All shade, all tea.

Film Starts: Off the top, I highly dig how the character designs remind me of Sugar Shack by Ernie Barnes.

I think that a lot of the audience is too young to even potentially have parents that listened to Marvin Gaye, so they may or may not have seen that artwork there or even on Good Times reruns, but my first thought upon seeing the characters was, "They look like that Black ass painting that we all know!" (The second thought was, "But the young folk might not know, so my brain might just be filling that connection in,") but STILL, a cool observation, even if only for me and me alone.

The fact that Disney+ don't let me do other shit on my phone while I watch stuff is trash. BUT. I saw on Twitter that the saxophone player is TIA FULLER. Who, I will admit I didn't know before Beyoncé, but BEYONCÉ'S SAX PLAYER IS IN THIS MOVIE and that's one of the most exciting things to me. (Followed closely by Auntie Phylicia Rashad, though I'm expecting that her role is small, being protagonist's mama).

But Tia!!! 

Get your checks, Sis. Get that Disney check.  

And let’s not also forget that in addition to be drawn like a queen and having a queen play her music, Sis was voiced by Angela Bassett. Dorothea Williams is the true star of this movie.

REVIEW TECHNICALLY BEGINS HERE (In my usual style of making notes live as a I watch and sharing them after the fact):

Bruh fell into a manhole??? 😂😂😂

Hey, I LOVE The Great Before.

Dang, this man's life was sad... but like... is this man gonna be a soul the whole movie? Is that his "frog?" Disney really said "No Negroes Beyond the Five Minute Mark."

Damn... the Zone... 🥺 These lost souls are relatable.

THIS DAMN CAT DIED! 😂😂😂

OK... So... they let the Black body come back to the main plot... and put a white lady voice in there. WHAT IS DISNEY'S GODDAMN PROBLEM? BECAUSE TECHNICALLY BITCH, THE BLACK CHARACTER IS TRAPPED IN A CAT BODY NOW. 😔

Moonwind doing body rolls while spinning that sign is sending me.

CONNIE DON'T QUIT! Whew. I'm glad she didn't quit.

This is a pretty good movie...

That shit with his mama made me tear up.

Kay, so I absolutely stopped taking notes and just watched the rest. Last thoughts: I appreciate that Joe was able to realize that his purpose wasn't what he had thought. I think that it absolutely exceeded my expectations of a Disney movie with a Black protagonist. I'd gotten word from dependable sources of the things that I wouldn't love about it, and I agree on some instances and disagree on others.

Like, the fact that the protagonist's plot point wound up being the character who was there to inspire others reeked of Magical Negro Trope, but at least he will have a happy life.

And I did enjoy the open-endedness of the story. I think that makes it so much more accessible to those who need the inspiration that was the theme of the movie.

One of these days, we will have a movie where the protagonist is Black, human, and whole the entire journey. For the time being, this really was ultimately a very cute movie and even though it's not something that I would rewatch, I would definitely recommend.

While it was not made for ME, I do see the appeal and the promise/potential. This movie is going to be a wonderful inspiration for so many kids and young people. It’ll be a source of wholesome entertainment and positive characters/representation. I love that for them. 

#BFCD Reviews by Nesha #Nesha Watches #Nesha Watches Soul #Disney #reviews #spoilers #Soul #Dorothea Williams #Tia Fuller

[365days365movies]

February 23, 2021: His Girl Friday (Part 2)

Gotta say, I’m loving this movie...but FUCK Walter, holy...

I, uh...I was going to look up a GIF of Walter from Sleepless in Seattle to bring up a point...but then I found this GIF of a gerenuk eating popcorn, and I HAD to use it Because, I mean...look at that shit. That shit’s gold. Also helps that I love gerenuks.

And yet these are the only two GIFs of gerenuks on here? C’mon guys, get on this. They have the longest neck of any antelope species, they’re like stretchy impala, man! AM I ALONE ON THIS? HAVE YOU SEEN THEM EATING???

...Wait...OH RIGHT MOVIE. Sorry...I like gerenuks. ON WITH THE RECAP (Part 1 right here)!

Recap (2/2)

After escorting Mollie out of the room and scolding the men for their conduct, Hildy gets a call notifying her that Bruce was arrested for stealing a watch. Uh oh; looks like we know what Walter told the short guy to do. GODDAMN, WALTER IS A DICK. I get why Hildy divorced him.

Hildy goes down to the jail and convinces the jailer to release Bruce. As they head home in a car, Bruce realizes that his wallet has been stolen, as well as other things from his pockets. Yeah, wow, so Walter’s an absolute asshole...and I’m starting to wonder whether or not Hildy and him are getting back together after all. GODDAMN, I hope not. Because he literally had a dude steal all of Bruce’s shit, JUST to keep Hildy there. Absolute asshole.

Meanwhile, the journalists read Hildy’s article, noting how good it is. And it is good, but it also obviously feels pretty goddamn manipulative, which is accurate. Again, I get why Hildy wants to leave the profession. Hildy returns as the put odds on how long her marriage will last, and calls Walter on the phone.

She says the following to him:

Now, get this, you double-crossing chimpanzee: There ain't going to be any interview and there ain't going to be any story. And that certified check of yours is leaving with me in twenty minutes. I wouldn't cover the burning of Rome for you if they were just lighting it up. If I ever lay my two eyes on you again, I'm gonna walk right up to you and hammer on that monkeyed skull of yours 'til it rings like a Chinese gong!

...HOLY SHIT. That was fucking GLORIOUS. She hangs up and storms out, understandably enraged, and bids her farewell to the newspaper business. Meanwhile, Earl’s being interviewed by a psychiatrist in a prison across the street. He’s tired, but they still have more questions for him, despite the fact that he’s being executed the following morning. He once again states that he’s innocent.

Hildy says a finally poetic farewell to her fellow journalists, and then BANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANG!!! From across the streets, gunshots ring out and an alarm bell goes off! It’s a jailbreak, and Earl Williams has escaped! With some quick edits, the boys make their calls, and Hildy calls Walter, letting him know that she’s on the job! JUST WHEN YOU THINK YOU’RE OUT

As the journalists (and Hildy) are in pursuit, we quickly learn what’s going on through the reporters on the phone, as well as through a call from Hildy to Walter. She demands more money from him, as she had to spend Walter’s money to bribe the info out of a cop. In exchange, she gives him the scoop.

The doctor was getting Earl to re-enact the incident, but to do that, they needed a gun. So Sherriff Peter B. Hartwell (Gene Lockhart), a bumbling idiot of a sheriff who’s been appearing sparsely throughout the film, gave him the gun. Earl took the gun, and Earl SHOT the gun at the doctor, who will survive.

With that, Hildy’s about to get off the phone and leave in a cab with Bruce. In response to that, Walter sends a woman, Evangeline (Marion Martin) to “handle” Bruce, and I assume he’s getting her to seduce him. HE. IS. A. DICK. He also sends the short guy with the hat, Diamond Louie Paluso (Abner Biberman) over to give Hildy the money in counterfeit bills. GOD I FUCKIN’ HATE WALTER

Bruce calls Hildy once again as she’s about to leave. He’s been arrested. AGAIN. Evangeline’s in the background, and he explains that he’s been arrested for “mashing”. What’s mashing? Well, according to the post-gazette, it’s public sexual harassment. Apparently, in Omaha, you could be charged $5 for calling a woman a “chicken”, $10 for “honey-bunch”, $15 for “turtle-dove”, and $20 for “baby doll”. I mean...bring that back? I genuinely want somebody to go on Judge Judy to contest a $50 fine for catcalling someone on the street, BRING THIS SHIT BACK

Unfortunately, Hildy doesn’t have money to bail Bruce out this time, and needs to get it from Louie first. She leaves, and the Mayor (Clarence Kolb) arrives with the sheriff to talk with the journalists. The journalists basically tell each of them that they’re idiots, and leaves them behind. And as the two talk to each other, another man, Joe Pettibone (Billy Gilbert) comes in with a reprieve for Earl from the governor.

However, nobody else knows about this, and the sheriff’s men find Earl at that moment. They decide to go through with it, and tell Pettibone to claim that he got last as they tell the Sheriff’s men to shoot to kill.

Diamond Joe shows up with the counterfeit money, and Hildy tries to get him to confess his crimes to the cops. He leaves in a rush, leaving Hildy alone...until Earl shows up with a gun. And he’s NOT happy. He holds her at gunpoint, telling her not to try anything. All he wants is to be left alone.

Hildy manages to get ahold of the gun, and Earl gives up without any struggle. Hildy calls both Bruce and Walter to tell them the news, and that’s when Mollie shows up unexpectedly. She genuinely does seem to care for him, and Hildy ends up letting her in. And JUST THEN, some of the other journalists come in Hildy hides Earl in a desk, and Mollie fakes a fainting fit.

And THEN, just as Hildy’s trying to hide Earl from the curious journalists, Bruce’s mother Mrs. Baldwin (Alma Kruger) shows up, angry at Hildy for giving Bruce the run-around, and more than happy to have their engagement called off. However, she also reveals that Hildy told Bruce at Earl was there, riling up the reporters, and ollie distracts them by telling them she knows his whereabouts, then JUMPS OUT OF THE FUCKING WINDOW, but she LIVES, and then WALTER shows up, and

...Ow. OW. OK, where was I?

Right, Walter uses Louie to get Mrs. Baldwin out of there, while Earl is still in the desk. Hildy tries to go save both Mrs. Baldwain and Bruce, only for Walter, ASSHOLE that he is, schmoozes Hildy into going along with him, rather than taking care of Bruce. Goddamn it, Hildy.

Walter calls the paper to tell them to scrap the front page for the story that the newspaper has caught Earl Williams, which is technically true. Bruce shows up, having been bailed out, and is understandably frustrated. Fact of the matter is, Hildy’s kind of all but abandoned him for the story, and he wants to know if she ever ACTUALLY loved him. And honestly...this is NOT how I saw this going down.

He leaves, telling Hildy that he’s going off on the 9:00 train. However, Hildy, now completely lost in the story, doesn’t really hear anything Bruce is saying, and it’s weirdly tragic to me. And when Hildy asks where Bruce went, Walter says that he’ll be back. I...FUCKINHATEWALTER.

Hildy realizes this too late, of course, and that’s when Louie arrives, fresh out of a car accident, in which he and Mrs. Baldwin was involved. There’s a possibility that she’s died, putting YET ANOTHER thing on Walter’s shoulders. He’s genuinely a piece of shit, by God.

And as Hildy’s going to try and find Mrs. Baldwin, THAT is when the sheriff and the other journalists show up, all suspecting that Hildy knows where Earl is. Ever the disgusting shyster, he tries to con the men to carry the desk with Earl in it out f the building, which is something he’d been trying to do to keep the scoop in his grimy hands.

AND THEN, MRS. BALDWIN SHOWS UP. She accuses Walter, rightfully, as having her kidnapped, and he tries to con his way out of the situation once more, while Hildy’s trying to make amends all the while. Cornered and accused, he bangs on Earl’s desk three times to emphasize his point. And, uh...then Earl bangs back.

Jig’s up.

The capture leads to all of the journalists calling the main office, making stories about the capture all the way. They leave, and the mayor and sheriff remain with Hildy and Walter, and the two look finished.

AND THEN THE MESSENGER FROM BEFORE SHOWS UP WITH THE REPRIEVE. See, they told him to “come back later”. Well, it’s later, and he delivers the reprieve RIGHT in front of Hildy and Walter. Learning that Williams was reprieved, and that the Mayor and sheriff knew this and are STILL hanging him (with the Sheriff even about to kill him earlier in front of everyone)...well, it seems we have a predicament, is what I’m saying.

And after that, the two basically mutually blackmail each other, and the Mayor and sheriff leave. And with that, Hildy notes that they were lucky to get out of that scrape. And after all of this, AFTER FUCKING EVERYTHING...she’s still in love with Walter, isn’t she? Which is funny, because Walter reminds her of Bruce, and tells her that he’s the one who wired the bail money to him.

He says that he’s trying to do something noble for once (bullSHIT), and tries to get her out of there before he changes his mind. But Hildy calls him out on his manipulative bullshit, which he denies (BULLLLLLLSHIT). He tries again to push her away, and she resists it, saying the story needs to be finished. But still, he pushes her away, and bids her goodbye with a kiss.

AND THEN HILDY GETS A CALL FROM BRUCE

Jesus. He’s been arrested again, this time for passing the counterfeit money that he got from Hildy got from Joe got from Walter in the GODDAMN FIRST PLACE. And it’s at this point, after promising to take care of it, that Hildy breaks down. Because, GODDAMN APPARENTLY, she NEVER wants Walter to let her go without a fight, and is ACTUALLY REVEALED TO LEARN HOW MUCH OF A DICK HE’S BEEN.

And they decide to remarry. And he tells Hildy to carry her own suitcase. And this is NOT A HAPPY GODDAMN ENDING. JESUS CHRIST.

And yet, AND YET...this movie is fucking fantastic. I mean, FUCK WALTER, and Hildy’s gonna have a TERRIBLE time with him, but GODDAMN do I like this movie! More in the Review! See you there!

#his girl friday #howard hawks #cary grant #rosalind russell #ralph bellamy #gene lockhart #walter burns #hily johnson #romance february #romance film #screwball comedy #user365 #365 movie challenge #365 movies 365 days #365 Days 365 Movies #365 movies a year #motionpicturesource #classicfilmsource

[timehealsfanfictionbka]

Time Heals....Epilogue

She paused in front of the large photo occupying the back wall of the living room and pressed her hand to her cheek. Without warning, large arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her against a muscled chest, “you ok, Baby?”

“I’m good. Just looking.”

“You stare at that picture a lot.”

“It is a nice picture.”

“You stare at it like you waiting for something to disappear from it.”

“Huh? No. It’s just shocking but a good kind.”

“After five years.”

“After twenty years, I’m probably still gonna be standing in front of it in shock.”

“Why?”

“I never expected this but I love it.”

Chris smiled as he kissed her cheek and swayed her side to side, “I love it too. What’s shocking about it?”

“That it exists. That you really got me to have three more babies in five years. I mean.”

“Well technically we had another set of multiples so it only counts as one pregnancy. You trying to make me sound bad.”

Robyn laughed as she reached back to brush her hand along his cheek, “speaking of multiples, where are our babies?”

“They are sitting in their high chairs, enjoying their lunch.”

“What did we make? I forget.”

“They are eating some mashed potatoes and shredded chicken. That pregnancy brain is still getting to you.”

“They are only 10 months old besides pregnancy brain doesn’t quite go away.”

“I’ll just have to take your word for it. Erin, Erica, and Elijah are outside playing in the treehouse.”

“I’m surprised they let their little brother in there with them.”

“Considering you put them on punishment last time they didn’t, I don’t think they wanna act like they have too much of a choice.”

“That is true.”

“Are you ok, really? I know that last set was a bit challenging.”

“I’m fine. Just admiring my family, that’s all.”

“Well in that case-“

“No. Nope. Nada. Not gonna happen. Don’t even think about it.”

“I didn’t even say anything.”

“You didn’t have to, VA. I am not having anymore babies. You can forget it.”

“Not even if you’re already pregnant.”

“Why would I be already pregnant? And how would I not know?”

“You didn’t know about Ebony and Emin until you were already 3 months. You sure you wanna play with it?”

“If you got me pregnant again, I’m gonna kill you, bring you back to life then kill you again. One for each possible baby.”

“You are so violent.”

“And you are so damn fertile, Christopher.”

Chris grinned and Robyn playfully elbowed him in his ribs, “I hate you.”

“You love me, Baby.”

“Why would you think I’m pregnant again anyway?”

“You didn’t mark your period for the last two months.”

“Yes, I did. I have an app on my phone.”

“That is synced to my phone and I can see that you did not mark a period.”

“That is not true.”

“Check your phone then.”

Robyn and Chris walked into the kitchen, where Ebony and Emin were still eating their lunch. Robyn kissed each of their chubby cheeks as she walked past them to grab her phone off the charger. She scrolled through her apps and pressed her period tracker. She scrolled through the last two months then turned her phone to Chris, “I did mark my period.”

“Last month. What about this month?”

“It just ended.”

“Exactly.”

Robyn huffed as she moved to the hall closet and dug into the top shelf for a box.

“I’ll be right back,” She hollered back towards the kitchen.

“I’ll be here,” Chris yelled back with a chuckle. He turned towards his son and daughter, “your mommy is about to be so mad with me.”

Ebony and Emin both giggled and stuck their fingers back into their food to keep eating.

  Fifteen minutes passed before Robyn stormed back into the kitchen. She rolled her eyes as she moved to put her phone back on the charger.

“Sooo…what’s the verdict?”

“Inconclusive. Had to move up my doctor’s appointment.”

“Are you upset?”

“Not yet but guess who’s gonna have to buy us a bigger house.”

“I’ll just clear the acreage in the back and expand. No big deal.”

Robyn sucked her teeth, “easy for you to say, you super sper-“

Chris cut her off before kissing her deeply. After a few moments, he pulled back and her eyes fluttered open, “you really need to work on your anger issues.”

“You are getting a vasectomy, pregnant or not.”

“Whaa….wait a minute now.”

“Ain’t no wait a minute. Mother Nature will take care of my fertility. Your sh-,” she glanced over at the younger twins, “your thing never stops working. You are getting a vasectomy. I will not be a damn TLC special, Mr. Brown.”

“But what if I want to have more babies down the line?”

“More babies with who? Not with me. You planning on divorcing me or something?”

“What? No. What if you die-“

“What If I what? Trust me, if there is any justice in the world, you are going first.”

Chris laughed as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his chest, “I know you’re only acting like this because you’re nervous and you’re scared but you have nothing to worry about.

“Chris, I just had two babies.”

“I know. I was there. Through every difficult and beautiful part. I was there when you had to eat through a feeding tube. I was there through your c-section. I was there in the hospital with you and our babies for a whole month. I was there and that’s why you don’t need to worry because pregnant or not, I’m here.”

“Why are you so happy about this?”

“Because nothing makes my life more than watching you swell up with my babies. Than helping you take care of them. Than you allowing me to take care of you.”

“Just when I was about to get my birth control started again.”

Chris kissed her forehead, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. I’m the one who keeps having sex with you.”

“Because you like me.”

“I like him. Not you.”

Chris frowned and Robyn laughed as he glared at her, “Oh my god, don’t be so sensitive.”

“Sometimes I don’t think you’re joking.”

“When you’re getting on my nerves, I’m not but honestly, I love you. I really do and if there is another baby, hopefully it’s just one, we will adjust and make it work as we have been for the last five years.”

“Can’t believe you don’t want to give me my own set of Jacksons.”

“You ain’t Joe and you definitely ain’t Michael, so you can hang all of that up.”

“Mommy. Daddy.”

They both turned to the Ebony and Emin, who were holding their hands up in the air, their sign for being done with their food.

Chris grabbed Emin as Robyn grabbed Ebony, “we make some cute babies, though.”

“Yea, we do.”

  Joyce and Monica sat on Joyce’s porch with two glasses of tea.

“Does Robyn know you’re back in town?” Joyce asked.

“Nope. I wanted a little time to myself before I get overrun by my grandkids.”

“Aww…those beautiful little rascals.”

“They really are so cute. Erin and Erica have definitely grown into the Chris side of their gene pool.”

“They did. It was like overnight.”

Monica laughed as she took a sip of her drink. Joyce’s phone vibrated and she grabbed it to look at the screen, “speak of the devil, Robyn’s texting me now.”

Joyce slid open the message and laughed hysterically, “Monica, you have to see this.”

Monica took the phone and laughed at the image, “Another one?”

“Another one.

On the screen was a photo of a pregnancy test result with the caption, “I hate your son.”

                                      ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

 “Ok Chris, pick a kid. We need to get them ready for school,” Robyn said as she sat down on the couch. Chris sat down next to her and pointed at Erin to sit on the stack of pillows in front of him. Erica moved to sit in front of Robyn as Elijah moved to sit in front of the TV with Ebony and Emin beside him.

“Ok Erin, Daddy can only do ponytails. Anything else you gonna have to wait on your Mama,” Chris said as he took her hair out of the two French braids it was in.

“That’s fine, Daddy. I just want a bun on the top”

“Cool. That I can do.”

  Robyn sighed as she grabbed a basket of dry clothes to sit on the couch beside her. Just as she grabbed out a shirt, Chris took it out of her hands, “what are you doing?”

“I’m folding laundry. What does it look like I’m doing?”

“You need to go rest. Go lay down.”

“You will not start-“

“Don’t make me spank you. Go lay down. Now.”

Robyn huffed, “fine. Help me up.”

Chris grabbed her hands and gently tugged her up off the couch. He hugged her to him then pecked her lips, “must you make me worry every pregnancy.”

“You deserve it for getting me pregnant in the first place.”

Chris chuckled, “but you’re happy.”

“Of course I’m happy, why wouldn’t I be?”

Chris shrugged.

“Don’t start getting all emotional on me now. You know I’m happy. I was in shock but still happy. Listen, I knew it was a possibility especially so soon after the twins. I’m not stupid, Christopher.”

“I’m not saying you are.”

“So why you being so sensitive? I always pick at you like this, I’m just joking. Am I being mean? Because I’ll stop.”

“No, it’s not mean. I just worry about you, that’s all.”

“There’s nothing to worry about, isn’t that what you’ve been telling me?”

“Yes.”

“So how about you, my gorgeous fertile husband, take your own advice and relax?”

Robyn smiled and tugged on his chin so she should kiss his lips, “I love you and our new baby and all our old babies too.”

Chris laughed, “So since you were just joking, do I still have to-“

“You don’t have to, I would like you to but you don’t have to.”

“Well if I do it, you have to too. Even if Mother Nature will take care of yours.”

“Kind of like our piercing deal, huh?”

“Exactly like that.”

“Then yes, If you will get a vasectomy, I will get my tubes tied.”

Chris held out his pinkie, “you promise?”

Robyn entwined her pinkie with his, “I promise.”

“OK, go get some rest. I’ll finish the laundry and cleaning up the kitchen then I’ll be upstairs.”

“Babe, I can help you.”

“The best thing you can do for me is relax and let me take care of you, ok?”

“Yes Husband.”

“Thank you Wife.”

“And I’m not having sex with you anymore.”

“You say that every pregnancy yet somehow I wake up with you straddling my lap at four months gestation. We’ll see.”

Robyn stuck her tongue out at him, “I don’t like you.”

“But you like him, remember,” Chris playfully thrust his pelvis at her and Robyn threw a decorative pillow at him, “so crude.”

“You like it, Robyn Rihanna Brown.”

“Goodnight Christopher.”

“Goodnight Bajan Girl. I’ll be up there in a minute.”

When Chris made his way upstairs a little while later, Robyn was sitting up on the side of the bed.

“Hey Sweetie, you ok?”

“I’m good.”

“So why are you still up?”

“I didn’t want to lay down without you.”

Chris smiled as he walked over to kiss her, “let me change clothes then we’ll go to bed.”

“Wait, I wanna talk to you.”

“Oh,” Chris replied as he sat down next to her and grabbed her hand, “what’s the matter? Do you need something?”

“How’d you know I was pregnant? It couldn’t have just been the period app.”

“Well, it was little things.”

“Like?”

“Usually by the time you’ve been postpartum a few months, your body tends to shift back to its normal shape but it wasn’t doing that. Your hips were still spread and your stomach was still a bit hard even though it wasn’t distended or anything at first. Also when during the first few weeks of your pregnancy, you tend to favor the right side of your body more like your left side is sore or something. I just- why are you looking at me like that? Are you crying?”

“I’m sorry, I just- I didn’t know you noticed things like that,” Robyn said softly as she wiped her eyes, “God, I hate crying.”

“No Baby, it’s ok. It’s ok. Your hormones are still sensitive, don’t feel like that.”

“I wish it was hormones. How’d you even remember any of that? It’s so small”

“Because it’s you. Robyn, there’s so many things I observe about you and I just soak it all in because I want to know you inside and out. I want to be able to do for you without you having to ask or even say anything. That means something to me.”

“But my hips spreading like-“

“Well, that’s just because I like watching you from behind and when your butt really plumps up, I notice.”

“Pervert,” Robyn said with a giggle and playfully shove of his shoulder.

“Honestly, I notice everything because for me everything about you is important to notice. Like when you get frustrated and your left brow jumps. How your left breast is slightly fuller than your right. How you always tilt your head to the side when you’re listening really hard. How watching our children makes your face light up and you smile so bright. The way you drink your tea with your middle finger bent against the glass. I see it and I love watching it happen.”

“Drink my tea? How in the hell do you even see that? I didn’t even know I do that.”

Chris chuckled, “I’m watching you, Mrs. Brown. I’m always watching. And protecting. And caring. That takes skill and time and focus.”

“Now you making me feel like I’m not doing enough.”

“If you did anymore, I might have to learn how to birth children just to keep up.”

Robyn laughed.

“You’re perfect to me. Your presence in my life has been my saving grace since I was a lanky fourth-grader with an irritating stutter.”

“Aww….I thought your stutter was cute.”

“You were about the only one.”

Robyn brushed her hand against his cheek before grabbing his hand and placing it on her barely rounded belly, “we’re having another baby, Christopher.”

“We are and it’s one of the greatest blessing I could’ve ever asked for.”

“What do you want this time?”

“Another boy. Just to even the household out.”

“I think I’d like that.”

“Me too. So anything else you need?”

“No but one more question.”

“Yes?”

“Could you have imagined this years ago?”

“I dreamed it. I just got lucky it came to life.”

“Me too. Me too.”

“Ok, my very pregnant wife needs her rest so my baby can be all healthy and ready for the world.”

“We got a long time to go.”

“We thought that with the last set and they still came 3 months early.”

“That is very true.”

Chris pulled back the sheets on Robyn’s side of the bed and helped her climb in. He carefully shifted her pillows for more back support before turning off the lights and climbing in the bed next to her, “if you need anything, wake me up, ok?”

“You tell me this knowing that, that is not gonna happen.”

“Five babies in and still stubborn as hell.”

“You love me.”

“I do. Goodnight Bajan Girl.”

“Goodnight VA.

#chrianna #timehealsfanfiction

[wexlerkimberly]

oh god, yearly round-up.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 

side note: this is my TENTH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! year of doing this!!!!!!!!!!!!! i have been on this website for OVER 10 years!!!!!!!!!!!!!! jesus christ.

ok. on a completely personal level, last year was so fucking dreadful that i remember falling asleep at my friends house on new years eve and thinking: “well, at least this year can’t be any worse”. HMMMM. in all seriousness though, despite everything, i have had a mostly decent year. i’m very lucky in lots and lots of ways. i’m lucky none of my closest family or loved ones have been effected too deeply by covid. just mild inconvenience, at most. i am lucky that i live in a house with such a large garden, so i could enjoy fresh air and family-free time if i needed to. i am lucky the weather has been mostly nice this year so i could go for plenty of walks. i’m lucky that i’m naturally a very quiet, anti-social person anyway so i haven’t felt the strain of isolation as severely as others. 

most of all, this year has been boring, if anything. but there’s still been things that have made it nice. january - birthday!!! i don’t usually go hard or anything for my birthday but it stands out to me as a really lovely day. i went for a walk to one of my favourite hills with my dad & dogs during the day. in the evening, i had badminton with my friends as i used to most thursdays (INDOOR SPORTS?!?!?!!? REMEMBER INDOORS SPORTS?!?!!?!?!) and then, as per our tradition, i went back to their flat for take-away chips and halloumi burgers. because they are so unbelievably generous and lovely, my friends bought me a new badminton racket for my birthday. i feel like i’ve barely got a chance to use this year, for obvious reasons, but i can’t wait to use it so much more as soon as possible. the following day, i went to work as normal but then went out to a really nice italian place with my family for a meal and we did birthday cake & candles when we got home. feeling stupidly grateful for so many thoughtful people in my life. february - again, this year has been so dry that a trip to the cinema could be considered a high point. but it was my only cinema trip of the year and just a really nice day. me & my friend saw jojo rabbit (which was great, if you haven’t seen it already) and afterwards we ambled around town looking at things in shops. it sounds so simple but i haven’t done any of that stuff since really, so it feels so exciting and exotic when i think back on it. 

february - stayed at my grandma’s house for the weekend. we do that as often as we can, usually, and it’s always nice. but - obviously - we haven’t been able to see my grandma much at all this year. it was nice to sit in front of the fire with her and watch tv and be given access to all sorts of baked goods and walk up the hills around by her. on the sunday, we managed to pop-in on my nana & grandad too and eat many baked goods there too.

march - meal out for my brother’s birthday. i feel like a lot of my “special days” this year revolved around someone’s birthday this year. but i think this was our last day of ‘normalcy’ before things went a bit crazy here. my family went to a caribbean pub with my brother and his gf and we had lovely tasty food and a nice night out. i think that was the last day i wore anything other than pyjamas or leggings for a long time.

april - no joke, i remember going to the vets during the peak of lockdown when the whole country was essentially shut down and it felt like THE most exciting day of my life. my cat was fine (she’d been bitten and needed painkillers for an infection but she was absolutely fine!) but i remember being near giddy in the car. my sister came with us too even though she didn’t need to because of how exciting it felt. 

may - my brother’s birthday. the other one. the first of our lockdown birthdays. we popped in to drop a card off at a friend’s who shares the same birthday as him. then we drove (DROVE! IN A CAR!) to a stretch of really lovely canal that my brother likes to walk on and had a great walk. in the evening, we ordered in an indian take-away and my sister had made a FAT four-tiered chocolate cake to celebrate.

may - ok this is very dumb but i finished breaking bad this year and i set aside a special date to watch el camino. i made a very sickly millionaire’s cheesecake and my whole family gathered round the tv to eat and re/watch el camino. it’s so dumb and silly but i was so excited, it felt like a special cinematic event. i cried. 

june - my dad’s birthday. my dad, my brother & me (plus dogs) drove out of the county (rogue fugitives!!!!!!) to meet my grandad for a socially distanced chat and picnic. it was a bit weird not being able to hug him and sitting on separate benches but it was still great to see him. we had a takeaway chinese for dinner and a chocolate cake for dessert.

july - my sister’s birthday. we technically celebrated it 4 days earlier because she had to move into her new flat but we had a nice indian take-away and another bloody chocolate birthday cake.

july - my mom’s birthday. i honestly cannot remember what we ate - i think we had homemade pizzas in the garden??? it’s weird when food dictates the differences between days. anyway, i definitely made another birthday cake.

july - went for a socially distanced walk with a friend i haven’t seen in ages. it was lovely and the weather was very kind to us and it was great to go walking across fields and to a reservoir i hadn’t been to in years and years. 

august - my brother got his GCSE results and we ate pizza in the garden to celebrate. after the monumental government fuck-up with results, we were a bit nervous about how badly they’d ruin his chances but he did very well.

september - went to visit my grandma. she had been living by herself for the entirity of the pandemic (she doesn’t mind, she’s loves to garden and she does online latin and pilates classes, she’s a very busy lady) but i think she enjoyed seeing us. we were plied full of food once again. we went for a lovely evening ramble on the hills right by her house. on the sunday, my dad went for a walk with a friend he hasn’t seen in ages while me, my brother and my grandma went for another hill walk elsewhere. i think my grandma really enjoyed that because she hasn’t been able to go walking much because she was so anxious about tripping and being completely alone, or being rescued by someone carrying The Virus. so it was nice to accompany her. after that, we had a nice socially distanced meeting with my grandparents in their garden. it felt very risky to me because i am insanely anxious but my grandma, my grandad and my nana are all very safe and healthy.

october - halloween!!! i never celebrate halloween BUT this year, i was so sick of being the house every single day i decided to organise something different. so in the evening, me, my dad & my brother went for a halloween walk in the countryside through a graveyard, then through a field where there used to be an old abonnonded saxon village, and then finally through hagley wood where bella of wych elm was found. my dad & my brother were completely uneffected but i was absolutely shitting myself at every tiny little thing. my dogs had their little flashing colours on and we all had torches but i was still so pathetically spooked by everything. after the walk, we met my mom in the car (i had to get changed in the car from my walking stuff to vaguely presentable clothes) then we went to a goddamn PUB!!!!!!!!! to eat a meal!!!!!!!!!!! i went a bit overboard making my family santise their hands every 5 minutes but we definitely had a lovely meal.

november - did a bonfire in the garden for bonfire night. ate homemade vegan chilli and then apple crumble. it was freezing cold and we tried to stay out there for as long as we could. i even managed to find some sparklers and me & my brother waltzed around the garden with them, likesay we’re not an adult and a child-grown. the others melted marshmallows on the fire and i just enjoyed watching the fireworks i could see and throwing balls for the dogs.

november - we’re brits lmao but when joe biden’s presidency was finally confirmed, we celebrated with an indonesian take-away because fuck it!!!!!!!! gotta celebrate where we could this year!!!!!!!!!! 

december - christmas!!!!!!!!!!!! we usually have christmas every year at my grandma’s house with my aunt and her boyfriend. it’s a fairly decent sized house out in the countryside and she has a wood-burning fire and it just Feels more christmassy there, especially as i’ve literally only ever spent one single christmas at home before. but we still managed to make it very special this year i think. my sister came on the 13th and we got quickly into a routine of watching christmas films in the evening. on christmas eve, i made vegan gingerbread biscuits and vegan mince pies and my sister made a chocolate yule log cake and then we watched a film. on christmas morning, we all opened our presents in our own living room which felt weird but was still lovely. afterwards, we went for a family walk. my mom pretty much single-handedly (me & my sister helped) cooked a whole christmas dinner for the 6 of us with all the trimmings. usually it’s my grandma, my aunt and my mom but the fact my mom managed to cook such a goddamn feast with our shitty oven where the grill doesn’t work and you have to slam the oven door at least 5 times before it shuts.......... i’m convinced she Might be superwoman?!?!!?!? and it was SO good. in the evening, we had cheese & crackers and my sister’s tasty yule log and we watched many a film. boxing day was much the same but still nice. this whole stretch between christmas and new years day is usually painfully boring but this year has been good, i think. i have consumed an entire army’s worth of cheese and chocolate and i have definitely enjoyed the snow we’ve had here recently.

so. yeah. this is very basic and boring. none of these things would usually end up in my write-up of the year. but i haven’t been to a single concert or theatre trip or even really left the midlands at all. in my round-up last year, i wrote some stupid sentimental bullshit about romanticising “the most basic and boring aspects of life” and never has that been so apt. on the face of it, this year has been SO boring. but i’ve managed to make it enjoyable in the tiniest ways.

for example, i enjoyed every single sunny day. i would jump on the trampoline and listen to podcasts. i would go running and listen to podcasts. i would go walking and listen to podcasts. i owe a lot to podcasts, i think. but i definitively owe a LOTTTTT to walking. i walk for a living (i’m a dog-walker lmao) but i would still go out for walks with my own dogs in the evening or go out for walks with my dad in the morning where i could. if we thought we made good use of the pizza oven last year, this year has been insane. i have made and cooked SO! MANY! pizzas this year and they were all excellent. i feel like food has been really important this year. like i said, it helps distinguish the days, especially “special” or “treat” foods. like everyone i have done a lottt of baking this year. especially when it’s been such a great year for fruit!!! there’s a field near me and there’s just simply shit loads of blackberries and raspberries that grow there. i remember one evening sat in the garden eating some mango sorbet my sister made with some raspberries i picked from the field and thinking that life simply does not get better than that. idk. it’s nice to take pleasure in the smallest things i think.

but, like i said, i have been so lucky this year. i was only off work temporarily and none of my immediate circle have been directly impacted by the effects of covid. as annoying as they are, i’m very lucky to have spent so much time with my family - as opposed to be being by myself - because it’s nice when we make food for each other and watch tv and films together or go for walks together. 

god. this is long and waffley. if you read all this: what the fuck is wrong with you? but also: thank you! i know 2021 is definitely going to start off rocky but i strongly believe - and i’m a massive pessimist - that things are going to get better.  love and strength to everyone. wishing you peace and comfort x 

(again: i cannot believe i have been writing up this silly little incoherent things for a decade!!! sometimes i like to go back and read the earlier ones and remind myself of old fun times and cringe at teenage me. here’s to... 10 more years??? hahahahaha. anyway:here’s the other 9 years of nonsense: 2019, 2018, 2017, 2016, 2015, 2014, 2013, 2012, and, finally, 2011.)

#2020 #personal #text #txt #hi it's me x

[hearts-hunger]

Study Break || Joe Mazzello x Reader

Summary: When your brains are finally fried from studying for exams, Joe proposes a little study break to help the two of you unwind.

Pairings: College!Joe x Reader

Genre: Fluff, smut

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Smut, fingering, a little bit of dom!joe with a silence kink 👀

A/N: Ok babes! This one’s been in my drafts forever, and I finally finished it for my sweet socks nonnie! College!Joe is my truest love and you should definitely come scream about him with me any time your heart desires. I hope you like it!

“That’s it.”

You flopped down on your bed, staring up at the ceiling with an unfocused gaze, the diagrams from your biology textbook still crowding your head.

“What’s it?” you heard your boyfriend ask. You propped yourself up on your elbow to see him sitting cross-legged on the floor, his pages of noted spread out in a circle around him. He was going through a handful of flashcards, muttering to himself.

“I’m done studying,” you told him. “My brain is fried.”

He nodded but didn’t look up from his notes. “Sounds good, baby.”

You groaned and lay on your back again. “It’s the opposite of good, Joey. It’s bad. You should tell me to keep studying.”

“Keep studying,” he said.

You could tell that he wasn’t very into the conversation, which was fine; you wished you had his single-minded focus when it came to studying. You decided to shush and let him study instead of bothering him with your inability to read one more word of your textbook. You listened to the sound of his soft recitations as he flipped through his flashcards, his voice and the soft rock playlist you had on mixing to a soothing lullaby.

“I thought you were going to keep arguing with me,” Joe said after a minute.

“I didn’t want to distract you.”

You heard the rustling of papers; a second later, Joe was climbing into bed next to you. He took a deep breath as he stretched out on his side, propping his head on his hand.

“Hi,” you said.

The corner of his mouth tipped up. “Hi.”

“Are you finished studying?” you asked.

“Nope,” he said. He leaned down and kissed you, sweet and tender. “But I like you better than studying.”

“But your exam’s tomorrow, Joe,” you reminded him.

“You doubt my mad skills?” he teased.

You laughed. “No, you’re going to do great on it.”

“Then quit fussing and let me kiss you,” he said, pressing his mouth to yours again. You sighed as he splayed his hand over your stomach.

“Are you sure you don’t want to study?” you asked when you came up for air.

He laughed. “Why? You’d rather me be buried in a textbook than up here with you?”

“No way,” you assured him. “But I feel bad for distracting you. I should be studying too, so I’m not doing either of us a favor.”

“You said your brain was fried,” he reminded you. “So studying any more wouldn’t do any good, right?”

“I guess.”

“Mmh. And everybody knows that you have to take a break every once in a while to stay productive and motivated, so that’s what I’m doing. Quick recharge, you know.”

You smirked. “Just a quick one, huh?”

He gave you a sheepish smile. “Well, maybe not that quick. But I’m good with that if you are. Is your roommate here?”

You absently ran your fingers under his jaw, something you did often in quiet moments because you knew he liked it. “I think so. Why?”

“No reason,” he said easily. “But if you don’t want to broadcast your love life to your roommate, I should probably think of something else to do with my break.”

You gave him a look. “That’s what you want to do with your break?”

He laughed. “Yeah, I mean, only if you want to. It lowers your stress, you know, and all this studying is making me really stressed.”

You gave him an affectionately exasperated look. “You’re something, you know that?”

“Something good?”

“Don’t push your luck, Mazzello.”

You could feel his smile as he kissed you, his hand going to your hip and pulling you closer to him.

“You never said about your roommate,” he said after a moment, pulling back a little to search your face. He knew you didn’t usually like to get it on when your roommate could hear you - what Joe made you say in bed was for his ears only. Tonight, though, you already felt a little blissed out from his heady kisses and his hand on you, soft and warm through your t-shirt.

“I’ll be quiet,” you said.

He raised a brow. “You think you can?”

You gave an incredulous laugh and smacked his shoulder, drawing a laugh from him.

“Joseph Mazzello,” you said. “I am not that loud.”

He smirked. “I beg to differ, sweetheart. But I don’t mind. I think it’s hot.”

“Yeah, well, you don’t have a nosy roommate right next door,” you said. “But whatever, I can be quiet. She never has to know.” You felt that came out wrong and wanted to fix it. “Not that I’m hiding you or anything. I love you, and I love having sex with you.”

He laughed at that, a real, genuine guffaw. You smiled at the sound and the adorable expression on his face.

“I love having sex with you too,” he said when he’d recovered, still amused. “And I love doing everything else with you, because I love you, too. But I get it. We don’t have to if you don’t want to. Or we can go back to my dorm.”

“No, I want to,” you assured him. “And we can stay here, it’s fine, really. I can be quiet. I’ll prove it.”

“I like the sound of that.”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t go trying every trick in the book to make it hard for me.”

He grinned. “You’re right. This is technically only a study break, so I guess I can’t get too fancy. But I still think you’re not going to be as quiet as you think you are.”

“Try me,” you said tartly.

He kissed you, slowly making it deeper, his teeth catching on your bottom lip. You felt butterflies like you always did as his hand moved up your side from your hip, his touch never failing to make you feel loved and beautiful.

“Just a sports bra, huh?” he teased as his big hand roamed to your breasts. You had changed from your regular bra earlier into one that had pretty much zero support; it was comfortable to study in but still enough to make you feel like you were actually dressed. Under Joe’s skilled hand, it seemed like the flimsiest thing you owned.

“Only the best for you, Joey.”

“You sure are,” he agreed. “Every bit of you.”

You put a hand to his cheek and drew him closer to you as his hand moved down, his touch sending sparks through you.

“Are those - ?” He pulled back from you to look at your underwear, the blue and green striped revealed as he tugged at the waistband of your gym shorts. “They are!”

“What?” you asked, blushing, trying to play it cool.

He gave you an impish look. “I’m pretty sure you know those are my favorites.”

“You think I had you in mind when I was picking out what underwear to put on this morning?” you asked, as if that hadn’t been exactly what was going on in your head at the time.

He smirked. “I think I’m exactly what you had in mind,” he said. “And I think you hoped we’d have ourselves a little ‘study break’, hm?”

“So what if I did?” you asked. “Does that change your mind about it?”

“No way,” he said with feeling, kissing you deeply. You sighed against his mouth as his hand went under your waistband, his palm big enough to cover everything with his warmth. He liked to do that, you’d discovered; he’d keep his palm pressed against you for a minute, his thumb tracing over your inner thigh.

You sucked in a breath as he ran a finger over the fabric of your panties, the friction immediately making you wet. He continued to rub you through your underwear, the fabric getting more and more damp as he did.

“Tell me what feels good,” he reminded you as he kissed under your jaw, his voice low.

“Jesus, Joe, everything feels good,” you said, a little breathless as his fingers slipped under the waistband of your panties and started to rub circles up and down between your folds. You felt that familiar sensation in your stomach, that kind of coiling feeling that tightened little by little in response to his touch.

His fingers glanced over your clit, and before you could stop yourself, you let out a breathy moan, your hips bucking in response to his touch. He stilled and looked up at you.

You blushed. "Sorry," you said sheepishly.

He chuckled. "That's ok, sweetheart. I was just a little surprised.” He gave you a teasing smirk. “I thought you were trying to stay quiet.”

“Oh, shut up,” you said, giving him a kiss. His mouth was warm and lovely against yours as he started to move his fingers again, pressing deep, slow circles against your clit.

“I love you,” he said.

You sighed into his mouth. “I love - ah - I love you too. So much.”

You let yourself relax under him, running your fingers through his hair and breathing in the smell of his cologne and Tide laundry detergent he always washed his clothes in and something uniquely him, warm and something like home. 

His fingers started to move faster, occasionally dipping down to tease at your entrance before circling your clit again. You felt your legs start to shake, your breathing get faster.

“God, Joe,” you said, trying to stay quiet. Every movement of his skilled fingers drew a breathy, high-pitched gasp from you.

He slowed again, expertly drawing you out, giving you little tastes like he was teaching you a lesson on delayed gratification. 

“Joe,” you whined.

“Shh,” he chided. “Relax. I’ve got you.”

You willed yourself to be patient; he knew even better than you did what made you feel good, and could draw out a better orgasm than you could for yourself. You had no patience when you were by yourself, but Joe always took his time, and it was always worth it.

He steadily built up his speed again and your hips rose to meet his hand; you felt the tide of your orgasm rise as he slowly pushed a finger inside of you, teasing you almost unbearably.

“Please, Joey, faster,” you managed, you voice choked and desperate.You squeeze your thighs together around his hand, needing more friction, more depth, more of him.

“You’re a little bratty, aren’t you?” he teased, cool as ever. It was almost funny to you how he could be so collected while you were coming undone under his fingers, but you couldn’t spare the breath to laugh.

“Jesus - fuck, goddammit!” you bit out, trying to keep quiet like you’d said, but you felt a shock of pleasure run all the way through your body as he pushed another finger in and pressed harder on your clit. Your breaths came quickly, each a gasping moan. He eased up on the deep circles and tried something different, brushing his thumb over your clit like he was playing that bass guitar he fooled around with sometimes. Warmth pooled between your legs and you bit your lip to keep from gasping.

It didn’t work, though, as you let out a not-so-quiet, heartfelt “holy shit.” Your hips jerked upwards as he suddenly pressed deeper against your clit again, rubbing fast circles against it and bringing your to the edge so quickly you saw stars.

“Wait wait wait,” you panted. He stopped immediately and studied your face.

“What? You want to stop? Are you ok?” he asked, each question tumbling out without waiting for an answer.

You tried to catch your breath, crumpling the fabric of his t-shirt sleeve in your fist. “Yeah, I just - Jesus, I’m gonna cum if you keep doing that.”

He gave a surprised laugh. “That’s kind of the point, honey.”

“Yeah, but - ” You shook your head, barely coherent with his hand still between your legs, feeling each heartbeat squeeze around his fingers. “It’s gonna be loud.”

Joe grinned. “I knew you couldn’t be quiet.”

“Just - ” You groaned in frustration. You were so close to your orgasm you could have cried. “Joey, what am I supposed to do?”

He bit his lip as he looked at you, and you knew that as amusing as this was for him, he also liked the idea of you trying and failing to keep quiet while he fucked you with his fingers. He put his free hand over your mouth, the movement mixing gentleness and a very enticing dominant attitude. 

“How’s that?” he said.

You nodded.

He bowed his head to nip at your breast through the fabric of your shirt, making you gasp into his hand. “Can I make you cum now?”

Again, you nodded.

He didn’t waste any time, pumping two fingers in and out of you as he rubbed circles against your clit. He did that bass-playing thing again - you’d have to come up with a better name for it, but at the moment, all you could think about was the fact that you were going to be cumming, hard, any second now. You moved your hips against his hand, urging him to go faster; he obliged you, and before you could even warn him, you were moaning sinfully loudly against his hand as your orgasm tore through you. Your moans turned into whines of pleasure as he rubbed you through your orgasm, making your vision black at the edges with the relentless waves of pleasure. You grabbed his shoulders hard enough to leave bruises as he watched you come undone, his expression full of desire and love and wonder.

“Jesus, you’re so gorgeous,” he said breathlessly. “So beautiful, baby. I love you so much.”

You gave a keening moan as his words made the physical pleasure rocking through you even more amazing, knowing how much he loved you and how lovely he thought you were. His hand over your mouth didn’t do much, though that was more your fault than his.

Actually, no it wasn’t. As he drew his hands away from you when you were finally down from your high, he gave you a cheeky smirk; this was all his fault. Your whole res hall knew you’d been well fucked by Joe Mazzello, and it was definitely his fault.

When he kissed you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered, though, you couldn’t bring yourself to care. Let the whole campus know Joe could make you moan like a whore in bed; you didn’t care.

“Did I do ok?” he asked, back to his sweetly bashful smile.

You drew him down to practically lay on top of you, liking the warm crush of your bodies so close together. He laid his head on your chest and you combed your fingers through his hair.

“Passable,” you sighed.

He laughed, and you smiled at the feel of it as it rumbled through his chest. “If passable makes you sing like that, baby, I think we’ll have to be a little more careful when it’s actually good.”

“You knew I couldn’t keep quiet,” you said. “Admit it.”

“I know you, sweetheart,” he said, looking up at you. “Are you mad?”

You gave him an amusedly exasperated smile and shook your head. “You just gave me the best orgasm of my life, Joe. Of course I’m not mad.”

He raised a brow. “Really? Best orgasm of your life?”

“You doubt your mad skills?” you teased, repeating his question from earlier.

He grinned and kissed you. “Not anymore. Thanks for taking a study break with me.”

“Anytime, baby,” you said.

He laughed. “Don’t tempt me.”

You both sat up in your bed, you wincing a little at the stickiness between your legs.

“Shower?” he asked.

“Shower,” you agreed. You tugged lightly on the collar of his Jurassic Park t-shirt. “And you’re coming with me.”

He gave you a grin as you pulled him in for a kiss. “Well, honey, I can’t argue with that.”

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[arabian-bloodstream]

I am his / I am yours

I’m feeling better and better about the note the series ended on with Arya and Gendry the more I think about it, the more we read into their scenes in the final episode and in their past interactions.

I've said it before and I'm repeating it again because it's so important. I'm so glad that we didn't get a final scene that would have read as a clear goodbye between Arya and Gendry because that would have given them a definitive end. Rather we not only got a completely open-ending, we also got little hints that we could use to build a canonical ending out of… We got Gendry giving a reaction to her threat to Yara like 'yup, that's my murder bae!' 

Yes, I'm half-joking when I refer to this because, come on, it's just so deliciously awesome, but still… they did make a point of including Gendry reacting differently to that threat from Arya than everyone else. And he was looking over at her, making sure that he got a good, nice view of her. Now, tell me what was the point of that? Really, what was it? I can't think of any other than to remind viewers--and frankly, it's really only Arya and Gendry fans that would be paying that much attention to a moment like that and what it meant--that, yup, the boy still has them their feelings for Arya. He ain't done moved on. Nope.

And thus seeing her again at the Council meeting, it's easy enough to imagine that he went to King Bran and was all like, 'I'm not cut out for this Lord stuff, your Grace. Really, Storm's End was running fine under their steward without me. I have somewhere else I need to be.' And Bran's all Bran-like saying in response: 'I know. Tell Arya she looked beautiful that night you took her maidenhead.'

Yes, hahaa, oh Bran… but seriously…. no one was Lord of Storm's End for quite some time which means a steward was probably running it and quite capably so, definitely better than Gendry–who literally has zero qualification to do so–would have. And how do we know that no one was Lord of Storm's End for quite some time because we were literally told that by Dany. She asked (in so many words): 

Hey, who's running Storm's End? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? No one knows? Yeah, that's what I thought. Here, you! Yeah, you, kid who has zero experience, no-how, nothing, you can have it since your daddy was a big ole whore. No big. It makes me look good.

And since Gendry showed up all nicely outfitted, one can presume that Storm's End was doing well, therefore, yeah, the steward taking care of the place had things well in hand. 

In those final Arya scenes, there were close-ups of her getting dressed because, I dunno, HBO just refused to give us a fully naked Joe Dempsie for some reason. (BASTARDS!) So we can headcanon ourselves to blissful merriment imagining Gendry sprawled out on the bed naked as could be, plumb worn out from all the sexing before departure. And that's the only reason he didn't join her above deck. 

OK, again, seriously... look at the previous episodes of the season. At the end of the second episode, Arya and Gendry had made love and Gendry afterwards was sleeping soundly, while Arya was wide awake. The beginning of the third episode? Well, Arya was all dressed and out on the battlements in the first bunch of people we saw, ready to go. Meanwhile, Gendry? Was literally the last person we saw arrive ready for battle. (Yes, technically Sam arrived after Gendry, but we saw Sam at the very beginning of the episode so we know that he was already ready, he just wasn't in formation.) So, yeah, it was already shown canonically that Arya wore Gendry out, and got dressed and left him behind to sleep off the loving. Uh huh!

Also, in episode 04, Gendry told Arya that none of it, being a Lord, having Storm’s End, mattered if she wasn't with him.

All I know is you’re beautiful and I love you and none of it will be worth anything if you’re not with me.

Why include that line in the proposal otherwise? What was the point of that bit there if it didn't matter? Oh, I don’t know... BECAUSE IT DID! None of it is worth anything without Arya, so... he gonna give it up. We just didn't see it. Because there was no need to because we knew it was going to happen. You all know how D&D are... they just figure we'll fill in the obvious blanks. Like we didn't need to see Arya and Sansa's reaction to finding out who Jon really was. Or Jaime and Bran's initial meeting. Or... or... or... (Fill in your blanks...)

Finally, in their final scene each had in the series, what were they wearing? Well, Arya had House Baratheon colors there on her dagger and Gendry’s outfit displayed wolf claw markings. Uh huh.. Arya was clearly telling the world I am his and he was telling her, I am yours.

I mean, the signs were all there. D&D were telling us. We just had to pay attention.

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