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makeste · 3 years

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BnHA Chapter 307: The One With Shindou

Previously on BnHA: Endeavor and Hawks (and Jeanist too, although he didn’t really do anything, but BY GOD, WHAT IS UP WITH HIS NECK) held a press conference and were all, “everything you’ve heard is true, so we would just like to say, from the bottom of our hearts... our bad.” U.A. opened its doors to the public as an evacuation shelter. Deku and All Might told basically EVERYBODY about OFA, which is absolutely wild, and yet somehow we hardly paid any attention to this at all. Mostly because the chapter ended with Deku being all “I WALK A LONELY ROAD, THE ONLY ONE THAT I HAVE EVER KNOWN” and peacing out of U.A. to embark on a solo journey of angst. So this is either gonna be the best or the worst thing that ever happened to this series, so TIME TO FIND OUT WHICH IT IS.

Today on BnHA: Horikoshi is all “so who do you guys want to see next? Deku? Bakugou?? Well how about SHINDOU?” Shindou is all “hi :) I’m Shindou :) :) remember me :) :) :)?” Horikoshi is all “I’m so sorry for depriving you guys of Shindou for so fucking long, how about an ENTIRE CHAPTER ALL OF HIM” and then he REALLY FUCKING DOES IT because, I don’t know?? Did we make him mad?? Am I being punished for something I did in a past life?? It really is, honest to god, seventeen whole goddamn pages of Shindou, punctuated by a few pages of Muscular, and topped off with one (1) whole appearance by Deku at THE VERY END. And we don’t even get to see his face. I am beside myself lmao I’m sorry you guys, you can skip this recap if you want. Or just skip straight to the end, because movie 3 promo.

“long time no see” now what could this mean?? can’t think of too many characters this phrase would apply to right now. although I can think of one big one, and I know that fandom has been trying to manifest his deadbeat ass to finally show itself for years now. could it finally be that time? if Hisashi shows up and debunks DFO a big chunk of the fandom is probably going to riot lol

(ETA: why oh why did I get my hopes up like that lmao. I’m pretty sure Hisashi doesn’t actually exist and Deku was either immaculately conceived, or the stork really did bring Inko a lil green baby from the cabbage patch.)

anyway, so the chapter is opening on this random scene of CRIME and DISARRAY

was this all done by that big villain from the previous chapter? utility poles knocked down, random holes in the sides of buildings, and it looks like this one car pulled over in a hurry and the driver just hopped out and ran

who are these people talking

OH NO, OH GOD

I am immediately struck by the urge to push Shindou off of this ledge. is that mean? probably that is mean, but also fuck this guy lmao. every year you cheat someone out of their well-deserved spot in the popularity poll, and every year I want to punch you in your stupid face for it

bah. and how are you doing, Tatami. love that hero name even if you do have arguably the dumbest superpower in the entire series

listen, though. here I am shitting on these Ketsubutsu kids for no good reason, and I’m sorry about that, and truthfully it’s mostly because I just want to see Deku and/or Kacchan and so it’s hard to give a fuck about anything else right now. BUT, I will immediately cease and desist ALL of my complaining if this means we also get to see my best girl Ms. Joke, omg. Horikoshi please

sdlkfjlskalk

FUCK YOU SHINDOU OMG. I’M SORRY GUYS I CAN’T HELP IT, EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM IS SO EMINENTLY PUNCHABLE AND DETESTIBLE. IT’S LIKE SOMEONE COMBINED WESLEY CRUSHER WITH JEAN RALPHIO

but LSKJFLEK at this random reminder that Bakugou refused to shake his fucking hand. like, that’s his “fun fact” apparently lol. it’s what he deserves

also living for this “cringe” here, too. fuck you Shindou. I am so, so sorry to any Shindou fans out there you guys because I’m just going to be like this the entire time he’s here. the hate is flowing through me

how has it been three whole pages and I still have to look at his stupid face

anyway so it seems like the kids are having to pick up the slack for Old Man Samurai and all those other assholes who retired. I’m guessing the U.A. kids will be seeing a lot more action as well

but in the meantime let’s hope no villains attack here all of a sudden, because all Tatami can do is make herself shorter while Shindou creates an earthquake to bring the entire building down around them dflkjslk

these guys don’t particularly want to go with them and I can’t say I blame them

so now Shindou is saying that yeah, they can probably handle the looters and such by themselves, but it’s a different story when it comes to the Noumu and the escaped Tartarus prisoners. Shindou how dare you make a reasonable point that I can’t immediately argue with

he says that one of the escapees was sighted in the area, so that’s why they’re trying to evacuate everyone

and the guy disagrees and says he doesn’t trust the heroes and thinks they’re pompous

fdskljk. fucking...

ME: Horikoshi can we please stop and get Deku HORIKOSHI: we have Deku at home THE DEKU AT HOME:

Horikoshi. please. we get it, the civilians don’t trust the heroes anymore. I UNDERSTAND. I COMPREHEND THIS. so unless there is some other point to this scene I respectfully ask that you hurry things along because omg

did Tatami always have this habit of speaking in meme language and such? I thought that was Camie’s thing but hey

listen, I’m here for anyone who’s willing to drag this man down into the depths of the earth. I would just also rather not spend the entire fucking chapter on this oh my god. Horikoshi do you have any more of those chapters where things happen in them?? those are good, I like those

YESSSSSS FINALLY

so whoever’s on the other end of the call (ETA: it’s that rock-looking guy who can harden anything that he touches. why does BnHA have so many hardening powers) is telling them to run because there’s apparently a villain heading right for them, oh my

WHO IS HE

depending on who it is I can’t promise I won’t be rooting for them over you, buddy

ohhhhhh shit

huh. well that’s... hmm... but on the other hand...

okay lol no, I know it’s bad. Muscular fucking LOVES murdering kids. not even Shindou deserves that. I’m sure he has a family that loves him and stuff. and Tatami seems like a sweet girl. they don’t deserve to be murdered

that is the question isn’t it? are we really going to spend the entire chapter with Limbs-Retracting-Girl and her boyfriend, Joseph Gordon-Levitt from (500) Days of Summer??

YES OMG

YES PLEASE CALL YOUR SENSEI. my god do you know what I would give to see Ms. Joke take down an S-class villain??

(ETA: all I’ll say is that we were robbed here, you guys.)

now Tatami is running away while Shindou stays behind omg

Horikoshi I know I said I hate the guy, and I do, but my god. seems I don’t hate him half as much as you do you. been nice knowing you Shindou my man

are you serious Tatami really ran all the way back up here to try and evacuate these guys one more time

SHE’S SUCH A GOOD PERSON omg if you assholes don’t listen to her you deserve to get murdered

BRO

HORIKOSHI DID YOU REALLY FUCKING DO IT I CAN’T BELIEVE IT

LOL OKAY NO, SO FAR HE’S ONLY MESSED UP HIS FACE

WHAT A SHAME WHAT A TRAGEDY. THE WORLD MOURNS

okay but seriously, now he has to be dead

r.i.p. Shindou. he died doing what he loved, talking a lot and being utterly useless

then again, damn Shindou are you really gonna come out here and be a badass?? gonna make me eat my words there kiddo?

I have absolutely no idea if I should expect this to work or not. all I know is that this is page 14, and so it would seem we really are going to spend the entire fucking chapter on fucking Shindou. this beautiful chapter had so much potential, Horikoshi. and now look at it. I hope you’re happy

nope it didn’t fucking work at all lmao

IT’S JUST LIKE I SAID. r.i.p. you pretentious handsome lump

OHHHHHH SNAP

DEKU YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO LOL. anyway but it’s good to see you!! it’s good to see ANYONE other than these guys sob but especially you

FINALLY SOMETHING COOL OMG

somehow Horikoshi actually made the bunny mask look badass?? I don’t think this is sustainable, but I am here for it while it lasts

Shindou should by all rights be nothing but A HANDSOME PASTE at this point lol but WHATEVER. it’s BnHA; getting smashed into walls and cliffs has more or less the same consequences as being set on fire. slap a band-aid on it and you’re good to go

we are REALLY ENDING IT HERE huh

well. and that’s it. I just did not care about any of that lmao. a rare dud of a chapter. well, but we’ve had something like ten in a row that ranged from “pretty good” to “amazing”, so I guess that’s fair

anyway I feel like I owe you guys something other than endless bitching and moaning, so! BONUS:

now this is more like it

first of all, I’m absolutely living for this promo’s “YEET THE CHILDREN OUT OF A HELICOPTER” vibes. FUCK YEAH WE’RE HEROES BITCH

is Deku wearing a jetpack/parachute?? let’s hope he is because I’m assuming he doesn’t have Float yet, so if that’s not a jetpack then it is a LONG WAY DOWN kiddo

these maniacs actually got Deku to wear something other than his red shoes holy fuck. I’m speechless. are we sure that’s not an imposter??

Shouto has the funniest falling position I’ve ever seen. I’m assuming his left arm is not in fact tucked under his leg like it appeared to be at first glance?? like, wtf is the outline of your body right now Shouto

this is what I think it is after careful analysis, but at first I thought this kid had some hidden contortionist abilities

and then there’s this guy

I MISSED YOU YOU BIG GOON. loving the new gauntlets!! and he’s changed up his impractical metal neck thingy into arm thingies! but most importantly, ARE THESE WHAT I THINK THEY ARE

ARE THOSE WEENIES. KACCHAN. KACCHAN HAVE YOU GONE NATIVE OMFG

and meanwhile, look who’s with them! Endeavor makes perfect sense of course, but Hawks is a very welcome surprise. does this mean we can expect to see Tokoyami too? because I would fucking love that

lastly, so this confirms the whole “world heroes” thing! which we all pretty much guessed anyway lol. I wonder if this movie will take place in another country (fingers crossed). the city in the background doesn’t look particularly familiar, but this image probably wasn’t meant to be analyzed in that way lol. anyways, looking forward to this so much, PLEASE GIVE US A TRAILER SOON omg

#bnha 307 #shindou you #nakagame tatami #muscular #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #todoroki shouto #bnha movie 3 #bnha world heroes' mission #bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #'I never knew shindou was so popular' said horikoshi not understanding memes #'I guess I better give the people what they want'#smdh #this chapter should be called 'horikoshi's revenge'

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hey,,,your thoughts and headcanons on indchuran college au 😳😳😳😳😳(i am very predictable as per usual)

o-o o-o college aus have my heart so thank you for the ask! These turned out as platonic/general hcs but I hope you like them nonetheless! (also this isn’t really associated with any set AU and is separate from the indchuran bros for life AU)

notes: this is based on the little I know about how US colleges/universities work ahahah sorry for any inaccuracies lol

— They’re all in the same year, and China and India got put in a dorm together with Iran next door (oh my god they were roommates ;) )

— They meet when Roshan heard Aditya’s got a copy of a book they wanted, went over to borrow it, and found Aditya trolling Yao with meme songs while the latter was wearing headphones and trying to study (this is kinda half assed and I don’t think it’s funny enough so if you’ve got another meeting scenario please do tell 👀)

— Yao’s fashion is a hot mess, per usual. It’s half lazy college student wear and half blinding eye-strain. Sometimes he still goes edgelord mode and does dark colors and goth attire when he’s particularly annoyed or grumpy (in addition to threatening to evict Aditya/steal all his possessions if he’s bugging Yao); Aditya and Roshan just coo at this.

— Roshan dresses very eccentrically. I think it’s called the art hoe aesthetic? They dress like an art student but pick even more outlandish outfits. But it’s elegant in an eye-catching way, and it makes them stand out a lot. They like it and also love the attention it gets them :) also Roshan would be an amazing person to ask for clothing opinions, except that they might criticize your current outfits too much hksdfsdf

— As for Aditya, I don’t really have a set image for him really? lol I'd give anything to see him dressed in some kind of academia aesthetic (glasses are a bonus), but I feel like his style is more casual and comfy? just average person casual shirts and hoodies. Still knows how to pick good outfits though, but makes awful decisions when in the wrong headspace (like being Severely sleep deprived)

— Yao either studies a) business b) politics c) game theory d) a mix of all three (overachiever). I think he’d also take some of those like, quantum math classes and stuff just to ~expand his horizons~ and ends up taking enough to get a minor in that. Also absorbs STEM stuff from other people although he never went that route :\

— Roshan studies art history! They’re wicked at math as well though, I think they’d definitely be interested in studying pure mathematics as either a minor or a fun side hobby.

— Aditya minors in literature/creative writing and regularly waxes poetic about life. He also complains about the school cafeteria food in flowery prose. Yao yells at him to just make food himself if it’s so bad, but it’s too much effort 😔 (this is literally me)

I’m still undecided on what he majors in, but for now I’m stealing your hc that it’s biophysics :>

— Yao’s tried dabbling in stocks as part class project and part personal side hobby; one of his professors probably helps him with this, and somehow he gets a lot of money even though he invests in some very questionable things that look like shitpost material

— Courtesy of talking with @luyous, these three competitively study during midterms/finals season. They hardcore compete to get the best grades, even though they’re in different majors, and literally. the temperature heats up a couple degrees in the dorm when they’re revising because they all want to “beat” the other two 😭

— Literally they’re such bookworms but have a thirst for being The Best 😔

— Yao has a shit sleep schedule and both Aditya and Roshan have called him out on this multiple times; Aditya more often because they share a room and it’s kind of annoying when your roommate’s desk lamp is still on at 3 AM while you’re supposed to be sleeping. He eventually bought an eye mask for this but still has to forcibly drag Yao to bed at least once a week.

— Aditya is the resident boomer and tech hoe (although he fools around on the computer more than he does useful stuff) inspiration from you raunak <3

— Roshan and Aditya once tricked Yao into watering a fake plant they bought from Target for a full five months :) They keep a log of the shenanigans on their respective social medias as proof <3

— Roshan has a windowsill with a line of very cute potted plants! It’s very aesthetic and they show them off to anyone who asks. Don’t touch though because the plants are their babies

— Aditya sings very well! Has perfect pitch and all that. Does karaoke nights with friends, drags Yao along even though all he does there is type away on his laptop (and sometimes glances up to simp for Aditya). Often prank calls acquaintances, occasionally with Roshan, because he’s also pretty good at voice acting

— Out of the three, Aditya’s probably the friendliest if you’re a stranger, but it do be hard trying to build a friendship with any of them 😔 yao’s condescending to strangers and it takes some time to crack him if you don’t come off as quick-witted and smart on the first try, Roshan doesn’t really take people they just met super seriously unless they can impress/charm them, Aditya’s flashy but is kinda flaky and sometimes talks down to you and seems to always have something else to do besides hanging out one on one unless you win his respect. They’re good with each other though, occasional spats are mostly misunderstandings unless there’s Too Much miscommunication going on

— They’re all kinda legends for academic achievements. Roshan probably got a paper published in some vaunted journal about idk, changing methods of making pottery in ancient Iran or something; Yao has his stocks (and is also kinda rich in the first place so he’s “famous” before that) and Aditya probably got an internship or opportunity to do lab work for a cutting edge research thing

— they no-homo each other all the time it’s insane. It doesn’t help that they’re in close quarters (Yao and Aditya being roommates and Roshan right next door) so it’s like, accidentally wearing the other’s clothes, stealing snacks, so much touching and closeness lol classic pining material

— Yao jokes at least once a day that Roshan is just a parasite of his and Aditya’s dorm, with the amount of time they spend in there instead of in their own dorm, but they sniff haughtily and say that at least their dorm is much more organized than whatever indchu have going on (it’s true; Yao believes in organized chaos and pretends his organization system is having No Organization; Aditya just does whatever he wants and “anyways I’ll find it when I need it”, Roshan is the only sane one here)

— Roshan drinks tea religiously (all three of them do, but Yao chugs energy drinks sometimes, Aditya binges coffee when needed, whereas Roshan’s solution is tea)

— They’re kinda chaotic but it’s fine they’ll make it through uni :)

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wearetakingthehobbitstogallifrey · 4 years

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Kdrama recs Part 2

Hello @camsthisky and anyone else who cares! I do apologize for the delay on this post--it has only been 84 years since Part I of my kdrama recs, I know, and I thought about going for a full century but this is me finding a way to de-stress after watching the first episode of I-Land alkdjfadlksj I’m gonna die of heartbreak but whatever

Speaking of heartbreak, there is a lot to be found in Korea’s wonderful historical dramas, so like, be warned—or, if you are an angst-loving monster like me, settle down for hot guys and good cries

Let us begin! (or, if you want romantic modern dramas see Part 1)

1. Scarlet Heart Ryeo/Moonlovers:

aha ahahahahahaha *weeps* You may have heard people talk about this show. You may have heard ME talk about this show. This thing was my first kdrama ever and it RUINED ME

Disclaimer: I have seen this show once and rewatched it twice and on the rewatches I can never quite make myself watch the last 4 or 5 episodes because things get tragic and messy and I get mad. HOWEVER there is a lot of good in the first part of the show and because this thing was all the rage in everywhere but Korea itself, there’s like over 300 fanfic for it and several good fix-its, including one by my good friend @thelonelybrilliance

Ok so anyway this show which could also be called An Abundance of Princes starts with a young woman from modern times getting thrown back into ancient Goryeo during an eclipse and finds herself in the body of Hae Soo, the cousin of the wife of one of the princes, and thus she gets embroiled in royal affairs which are, quite frankly, a mess. See, the evil eyeliner prince (whom I love even when he’s the worst) is plotting with his mom to get the Crown Prince out of the way aka dead BUT who should return to the Palace but the 4th Prince, Wang So, who has spent at least half his life living as hostage to a powerful family.

So has a scar that cuts across his eye and which in this society makes him a horror to look at or smthing idk he just looks extra hot to me but anyway he wears a mask and is known as the wolf dog (or as the MURDER ANGST CUPCAKE thanks @abadpoetwithdreams). He might seem a little rough around the edges at first because his life has been hell but he really just wants to love and be loved okay people need to be nice to him wtf

Other princes include:��

1. the Crown Prince, Wang Mu, a good egg, not particularly charismatic but he tried to protect his lil bro when no one else would

2. the 8th prince, Wang Wook, who reminds me of a fellow named Shane and I don’t mean the cowboy

3. the 10th prince, Wang Eun, a dumb adorable spoiled bby (played by Baekhyun from EXO)

4. the 13th prince, Baek Ah, a tol soft boi, an artist, a BAE, a BRO, a SHIPPER ON DECK

5. the 14th prince, Wang Jung this son will fight everyone he’ll fight himself he just loves to fight! Not always wise but he’s a good boy and I like him a lot

6. just realized I skipped the 9th prince but nobody cares

One quick note is that IU plays Hae Soo, and I enjoy her a lot in the first half of the show where she is still spunky and rebellious...sadly her character kind of falls apart/gets too weak for my liking as the episodes progress

The MAIN reason why I feel it my duty to recommend this show to everyone despite the fact I have never met anyone who wasn’t traumatized by it is LEE JOON GI

Yes, this man:

I mentioned him in the previous rec post—he played Bong Sang Pil in Lawless Lawyer (AND IS NOW CURRENTLY STARRING IN FLOWER OF EVIL WHICH WILL BE ON ANOTHER POST AHDFOIASDHGALDSKJF FRIQ I AM IN LOVE WITH THAT MAN)

BUT SERIOUSLY LOOK AT HIS PHOENIX EYES!!! HIS RAZOR SHARP FEATURES! HIS BIG ADORABLE EARS! HIS BEAUTIFUL EXCESSIVE BANGS! 4TH PRINCE WANG SO LOVE OF MY LIFE

SOMEONE PROTECT THIS BBY

2. Hwarang: Ok so right off the bat I am going to smack down a disclaimer that I can’t stand the female lead. TRULY CANNOT. Thus, I don’t like the romance, and only care about the love triangle as far as it just shows how sad and lonely one of the guys is. (Also there are scenes of dumb old men plotting and I don’t like them either). At the end of the show, I am happy that the one guy is NOT stuck with the female lead as his wife. Good for you sir

Sounds like a show to steer clear of then, right? WRONG. This is a show that you skip through because the scenes that are good? Are GREAT

Picture this: It is the Silla era of Korea, and the queen is ruling as regent in place of her son, who has been hiding all his life because everyone wants to kill him. Well, son is now grown and must soon come into the light and take the throne. Queen who both wants her son as king but also really likes being queen decides to do everyone a favor and form an elite fighting squad out of all the prettiest and most talented sons of nobles in the land, with the idea that they will be loyal only to the throne, and thereby keep their dads from plotting to destroy everything.

Let me tell you something, these ARE the prettiest boys in the land. Good hair, good jawlines, beautiful smiles—the cast lineup includes Park Hyung Sik and his cute lil elf ear, Park Seo Joon, Taehyung (yes from BTS!), and Choi Minho from Shinee, plus two other actors who are lesser known but who are drop-dead gorgeous. Anyway. Sorry, but they really are all beautiful.

The fun thing is they don’t all get along right away, a few of them are VERY much opposed to the other for various reasons, but they all have to bond and become brothers in arms. And what they don’t know is that the real king snuck in and is one of them. 10/10 I would die for the boys! (also Tae has an older half-brother who is a lower rank than him but whom he looks up to and that makes for cuteness and pain) Once you skip the boring or annoying parts of the show, the rest has so much delight, laughter, and oops pain, lots of pain. I want to go re-watch.

Two other things I should mention about the show: a super soft side romance between secondary characters and a game of, as they call it in the show, HOT SOCCER

^pretty boy 1 (with the cute elf ear sadly on the other side of his head)

^pretty boy 2 (sad cheekbone bby) and pretty boy 3 (happy cheekbone bby)

^pretty boy 4 (the prettiest of them all, and he knows it!)

^pretty boy 5 (aka Taehyung danced around the set of a historical drama and made everyone adopt him as their bby)

3. Faith/The Great Doctor: This is a longer kdrama at 24 episodes and they didn’t have much of a budget so special effects aren’t the best or anything but I just got really attached to all the characters? This is another modern girl goes back in time but UNLIKE SHR it actually has a happy ending, so if you need a historical drama cleanse after that tearjerker/enrager, this could be it for you

Eun Soo has to navigate the ancient kingdom, keep people believing she is a heavenly doctor with special powers, and keep Choi Young alive so he can fulfill his promise of returning her to her own time. The problem with that is Choi Young does have kind of a death wish because of reasons—

Eun Soo is a plastic surgeon who would really like a rich handsome husband one day but them’s the breaks for you, aka she has had no luck in that department. Back in ancient Korea, Choi Young (played by Lee Minho in sadly the only role I really love him in) is a high-ranking beloved captain who can fall asleep anywhere. Oh he can also make electricity with his hands! :D

The story begins when the sleepy sad captain tries to escort the new king and queen to their palace. This was during the time period when ancient Korea was basically a puppet kingdom/tributary of ancient China (Yuan). The king (who is very smol and lacks confidence, but still has a good heart for his country) lived as a hostage in Yuan for many years, and his wise tol queen is a princess of that land, and someone needs to sit them down and make them talk because they actually love each other a lot. Anyway, when the queen gets injured by assassins, Choi Young goes searching for a legendary doctor, winds up in modern Korea, and steals both Eun Soo and a SWAT shield, because hey, it looked cool I guess

Lots of fun things in the show: Choi Young has a crew of soldiers who are BEYOND loyal to him, and while he doesn’t think much of the king at first because he’s been burned by kings before, they slowly become bros and shippers on deck for each other. Eun Soo does not lose her spunk or loyalty unlike other people I could mention *cough*HaeSoofromScarletHeartRyeo*, and it cracks me up when she curses people out. There are also a bunch of people (mostly bad guys) running around with special powers or gifts, including a flame lady and a flute boy, and the latter wears delightful anime wigs, keeps his sword in his flute, and plays his flute to kill—literally! I love flute boy very much

sorry it’s black and white but DO YOU SEE THE SWAT SHIELD

4. My Country: A New Age:

ANGST ANGST ANGST PAAAAAIN BUT ALSO BEST INTRO BEST FAVES BEST ACTORS

Picture this: two young men, who both hail from childhoods of trauma, who grew up together and are best friends, and who are tragically forced apart and end up on opposite sides of a conflict that threatens to upend the current rule of the kingdom. This IS the star-crossed brotp you’ve been waiting for!

Seo Hwi is the son of a general who died a criminal, and all he wants is to live simply and earn enough rice take care of his younger sister, who has seizures and a sweet crush on Hwi’s bestie. Hwi is the best softest most loyal boy with a good and true heart, a great deal of courage, and a talent for wielding a sword, and just wait till you see the best one-shot fight scene ever of him in battle, it is INCREDIBLE! (He is played by Yang Se Jong, who I now want to see more of) Hwi has an abundance of charisma points in that he picks up a small band of loyal soldier friends and they become the best little found family, lots of brotp-ness in this crew—do not mess with any of them because they will all FIGHT you

Seon Ho meanwhile is the illegitimate despised son of a powerful nobleman, only tolerated because the legitimate son died. Seon Ho loves his friend and is very protective of his friend’s little sister who crushes on him but his dad is a high class grade A power-hungry jerk and that causes complications of course. Seon Ho also has a good heart, he’s a gentle soul really, but he always gets stuck in bad positions and unfortunately makes a couple of difficult/bad choices so he hardens himself as much as he can but the consequences always kill him and he just wants to save his friends and destroy his dad and the stupid hierarchy that treats bastards as lesser. WHY IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK?

Seon Ho he is played by Woo Do Hwan who has so much talent I die so many times over in this show just because of the way he portrays Seon Ho like that sad sad boy is one of my favorite characters evER! Is he problematic? At times maybe but I am HERE for him he just needs LOVE AND AFFECTION AND AN ABUNDANCE OF GOOD FRIENDS BUT INSTEAD (SOMETIMES THRU HIS OWN FAULT BUT HE ADMITS THAT) HE JUST SUFFERS AND SO I SUFFERRRR

*grabs a towel and dries up my tears*

Hwi also falls in love with a woman named Hui Jae (or was it Hee Jae i can’t remember) and they are very cute together, she’s pretty cool but the show’s one failing is arguably that they kind of underuse her in the plot as the story goes on? But I still like her and she still has a good role, and she is both brave and kind and not afraid to step in or tell people off, also keep a weather eye open for patching up scenes!

Oh yeah, eVERYONE in this gets hurt/stabbed/shot/bloody, such a shame they have to take their shirts off to clean and bandage the wounds ;)

Last character I must mention is Bang Won, played by Jang Hyuk in his second interpretation of the historical figure. Bang Won is the fifth? son of the guy who becomes emperor/king, and he has his own plans for the country, so when Hwi catches his eye, he recruits him to his cause. What you need to know about him is that he has issues with his dad, is slightly unhinged, and cannot and should not be parted from the fan that he constantly carries around with him. Gotta say, Jang Hyuk is FANTASTIC (heheheheheheh) in the role, able to convey all kinds of emotion in the rise and fall of his voice, in the tilt of his head, the tears of his eyes, the flick of his fan. Give this actor all the awards!

To sum up: if you like to cry for days after watching a drama, if you like excellent heart-wrenching brotps, if you like conflicted characters, if you like amazing music and setting and plot, if you like guys with good hair and arm muscles (and

abs, thank you shirtless scenes what) this show is a Must Watch

DID I SAY STAR-CROSSED BROTP I MEANT SWORD-CROSSED BROTP ADKJFADLSKJFLKJDFALKDGKLJL </3

Ok I was going to leave the historical drama post at this for now but...I’m going to cheat a little and include the one historical C!drama I just finished.Yes folks I am talking about:

5. Nirvana in Fire:

Ok so maybe the switch from kdrama to cdrama makes you uncertain. Maybe the fact that this show has FIFTY-FOUR EPISODES makes you go hell no I don’t have enough time for that. Well if you overlook this show for those reasons, you are making, and I do not exaggerate, the greatest mistake of your show-watching life!

Look, first, this drama has one of the best, most intricate, most satisfying plots in history, with like 20 characters you would die for, and second, the episodes are only about 42 minutes each, which is shorter than most kdrama episodes, so you can deal.

Once upon a time there was a general/family who were just too good to exist in corrupt old China, so naturally they were framed for treason and there was a giant massacre and everybody died, including the eldest prince who was like um dad maybe this is all a horrible mistake and the king was like no u are the mistake. Sad times.

One of the many younger princes named Jing (A NOBLE HEART, if not always the cleverest) returns home from wherever he was, finds out that not only did his prince brother die, but so did his best friend/brother in the whole wide world, Lin Shu, son of the general. Because he insists on the innocence of said bros/family, Jing becomes an outcast prince and is shuffled off to fight in wars where he can’t cause any trouble. Meanwhile, Princess Nihuang, Lin Shu’s brave, awesome, amazing, wise, incredible girlfriend, refuses to marry anyone else, and because she is too cool to be messed with, nobody tries to banish her

Cut to I think eleven years later, when the two most powerful princes are vying to be the crown prince and heir to the throne. They both try to recruit the aid of a renowned clever and sassy strategist named Mei Changsu, to help them with plotting and PR and such.

Well little do they know that Mei Changsu is actually the not-dead Lin Shu, with a completely new face (for reasons), and that Mei Changsu is a chess master setting up a long con for the dual purpose of obtaining revenge/justice for the dead and of raising Prince Jing to the throne, since Prince Jing is the only man with a good enough heart and strong enough will to make China a better place for all the people. But just to make it hard on everybody, Mei Changsu is dead set on not telling anyone who he really is—again, for reasons. He is not always successful in keeping his secret.

I literally don’t know what else to say because there is so MUCH to say, so many characters to love, and I mean LOVE. How do you get a cast this good? How is everyone so different yet so important? How do you feel bad for the emperor even when he’s slimy? How do you have to stop yourself from rooting for the prince who would destroy some of your faves? I can’t praise the charisma and acting talent in this show enough! And the music! IS GORGEOUS!

1 strategist too sassy for his own good and too clever for everyone else’s good + 1 prince who loves his mom and his dead best friend and his dead older brother more than anything else in the world + 1 gentle wise mom + 1 eternally loyal princess who would defend her loved ones with the sword if necessary + 1 sassy Elrond healer man + 1 grumpy sulky baby who loves being a better fighter than almost everyone + 1 loyal to the death, brave badass general who is going to have a stress breakdown if the strategist doesn’t take better care of himself + not 1 but 2 good boys who deserve to be protected but who are willing to throw themselves into battle if necessary + 1 antagonist tiger prince who I love and am not ashamed to say it = THE BEST OF TIMES

^he hardly ever wears his hair down but when he does <33333333

*checks calendar* how soon is too soon rewatch something, asking for a friend

#kdrama recommendations #scarlet heart ryeo #hwarang #faith: the great doctor #my country: the new age #nirvana in fire #my kdrama recs #historical kdramas #plus one cdrama #i went overboard on gifs sorry not sorry

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dontmindthefangirling · 5 years

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Broken Nose {t.h.}

part 9

Summary: You’ve just gotten a new job as an on-set medic for Spider-Man: Far From Home to be on stand by for any injuries that may occur during stunts. When the star of the movie, Tom Holland, breaks his nose from a particularly bad fall, you fix his broken nose but can he fix your broken heart?

Warnings: fluff, swearing, bullying, angst, name-calling, violence, something y’all are going to hate me for

part 8 | series masterlist

“Wow,” James whistled as you stepped out of your bedroom. The red dress you were wearing hugged your body in all the right places, tight around your waist and loose around your legs, stopping just above your knees. You let your hair down, loosely curled and your lipstick matched the red of the dress.

“Too much?” you asked nervously, twirling slightly.

“No way. You look stunning,” James said with a smile.

“A genuine compliment? I’m shocked,” you chuckled grabbing your purse that laid on the counter.

“I can be nice when I want,” James said with a shrug.

“You look pretty dashing yourself,” you smirked. James looked down at his ensemble doing a twirl for dramatic effect and earning a laugh from you. He was wearing a gray suit with a navy blue tie and he had gelled his hair back.

“Thank you thank you,” James said, bowing. You rolled your eyes.

Filming had ended a few days ago and the wrap party was tonight at some country club outside of the city. You didn’t think that you and James would be invited but Mike said everyone who was involved in the process was invited. You were excited to go, and you were excited to see Tom.

It had only been three days since filming ended, but you missed him already. Texts and calls weren’t the same as being wrapped in his arms that you missed so much. You still hadn’t put a label on whatever this thing was, but you didn’t mind and you didn’t think Tom did either. You were happy with where you were at and you put all thoughts of Tom going back to London or going away for press tours to the back of your mind.

“Jacob said we’re more than welcome to drive in to the party with him and Harrison,” James said looking down at his phone.

“Tell him thanks but...um Tom’s picking me up,” you said sheepishly. It had been two weeks since James found out that you two were somewhat seeing each other? You didn’t know what to call it. But he still loved to tease you about it.

Much to your surprise, James didn’t falter at your words. He looked up from his phone and smiled genuinely at you.

“Alright, well I’m going to head over to Jacob’s hotel. We’re driving in in one of their fancy SUVs,” James chuckled. He grabbed his keys that were behind you on the counter before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I’ll see you soon,” James said walking towards the door.

“See you soon,” you waved.

“Tell him to have you home by ten!” James called over his shoulder.

You laughed. “You’re going to be there too, dumbass!”

“Ten, (Y/N)!” James called, the door shutting behind him, leaving you alone in your apartment. You shook your head smiling while glancing down at your phone. You were a little nervous that Tom was coming to your apartment to pick you up, but at the same time the butterflies in your stomach wouldn’t stop fluttering around.

Only ten minutes after James left, there was a knock at your door. You got up and looked through the peephole, smiling when you saw Tom on the other side. You swung the door open, reveling Tom in a navy blue suit, holding a bouquet of roses in his hand.

“Hi love,” he said with a grin. “Wow, you look...you look so beautiful.”

You blushed and smiled before you pulled him into a tight hug. “I missed you.”

“I missed you, too,” Tom chuckled, pulling away slightly so he could press a quick kiss to your lips.

“Are those for me?” you asked, blushing as red as your dress and the roses when he smiled.

“No they’re for James,” Tom teased. You laughed and rolled your eyes as Tom handed them to you. You held them up to your nose and smiled before walking towards your kitchen to grab a vase to put them in.

“They’re beautiful,” you said as Tom followed you in, shutting the door behind him.

“Just like you,” Tom grinned.

“Did you plan that?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Maybe.”

You blushed and smiled, grabbing your purse and putting it over your shoulder. You walked towards Tom and pressed a kiss to his lips. He smiled into it, putting his hand on your waist and pulling you closer to him. Your mind began to wander, wondering if you could maybe blow off the party and stay here...

But you knew it was important that Tom was there. He was the star after all.

“Ready to go?” Tom asked when you pulled away.

You nodded and you left your apartment, quickly sneaking into the car that was waiting out front, avoiding any paps that could have followed Tom. You were both laugh as you fell into the car, shutting the doors behind you.

“It’s fun being sneaky,” Tom said as the driver pulled away from the curb.

“It’s fun being sneaky with you,” you added. Tom pressed a kiss to your temple and intertwined your fingers.

“Yeah it is.”

The car pulled up to the fancy country club where the wrap party was being held and you looked up at the old building in awe. It looked like it could resemble an old but small castle that overlooked the Atlantic. The NYC skyline was in the distance, the different lights illuminating the night sky. You saw familiar faces heading up the stairs into the building, every person dressed to perfection.

And you suddenly became nervous.

Tom jumped out of the car first, going around to your side and opening the door for you. He had a big grin on his face and you could hear the music blaring from inside the building, but you couldn’t move.

“What’s wrong?” Tom asked, furrowing his eyebrows instantly and noticing that something was wrong.

“I’m just nervous,” you said as you gingerly took Tom’s hand and stepped down from the car, shutting the door behind you.

“Hey, don’t be,” Tom assured you. “You know all of these people. You worked with them every day.”

“I know, it’s just...different,” you said looking down and smoothing out your dress. Tom laced your fingers together and gave your hand a gentle squeeze.

“Relax, darling,” he said. Just hearing his voice was enough to calm you, but when you looked up and met his eyes, all of the nerves washed away. “I’ll be here the whole time.”

You smiled and nodded, squeezing his hand back.

“Okay,” you breathed, inhaling deeply.

“We can wait outside for a little while until you’re ready to go in,” Tom offered, but you shook your head.

“No, no it’s okay,” you said. “I’m ready.”

Tom smiled and you walked towards the stairs. If you had any nerves left, they really were washed away when you saw Jacob, Harrison, Zendaya, and James standing at the top of the stairs.

“The lovebirds made it!” Harrison shouted and you and Tom both laughed, although you were sure your cheeks were bright red at this point. When you reached the top of the stairs, you and Tom were greeted with hugs from all your friends, the music was now really loud from inside.

“Bro, they have so much Spider-Man stuff inside,” Jacob said slinging his arm around Tom’s shoulders. “Wait until you see it!”

James and Harrison followed Jacob and Tom inside, the four boys suddenly very excited to see the Spider-Man food, or the Far From Home decorations. Zendaya hooked her arm with yours and you followed the boys slowly.

“Please don’t leave me alone with them,” Zendaya pleaded and you laughed entering the party.

The country club had been completely rented out, and it looked as though you had been transported into the move. Red, blue and black decorations covered almost every inch of the building, streamers, different colored lights, and cupcakes with the cast members’ faces on each one were to be found in every room. Cardboard cutouts of the cast had also managed to scare the shit out of you whenever you turned a corner and saw Jake Gyllenhaal’s Mysterio staring at you.

There was a very fancy photobooth that looked like a cube, but when you and your friends stepped inside, they had every single prop imaginable with funny filters that could be applied to the pictures being taken. You took many pictures, having to redo a few when James flipped you off during the group picture.

You followed the group of the photobooth when Tom quickly pulled you back inside, and you yelped as he steadied you.

“You scared me,” you hissed, but Tom just smiled at you and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“I wanted to take a few pictures, just the two of us,” Tom said, and you giggled before nodding.

You took a few goofy photos, mostly of Tom giving you bunny ears or you using the Spider-Man props in the booth, holding up the Spider-Man mask to your face. You were laughing so hard when you and Tom both did the Spider-Man pose, and Tom surprised you by pulling out silly string and spraying you with it. You yelped, laughing as the camera snapped a few more pictures.

You turned to Tom, laughing while brushing silly string out of your eyes and you faltered when Tom suddenly pulled you flush against his chest. He smiled at you before connecting your lips in a kiss that made your head spin. You wrapped your hands around his neck and pulled him closer, feeling his heart beat against his chest.

The sound of the machine printing the many pictures that you took broke you away from getting lost in yet another kiss with Tom. You smiled as you grabbed the photos, showing Tom the few of you laughing and the ones of you both lost in the kiss.

“You’ve got some...stuff in your hair,” Tom said with a grin while picking out some of the silly string.

“Thanks to you,” you said, sticking out your tongue. Tom laughed and helped you get as much silly string off as you could before you both left the booth with the pictures in your hand.

Hand-in-hand, you and Tom made your way over to the desserts and you plucked one of the cupcakes with Tom’s face on it before taking a bite out of it. Tom gasped, his hand flying to his chest and pretending to be hurt as he shook his head.

“That was cruel,” he pouted.

“You’re yummy,” you said, blushing when you realized the implications of your words. You both knew you weren’t just talking about the cupcake.

Tom grinned, a light blush dusting his cheeks as he looked down at his feet nervously, scratching the back of his head.

“There you are!” James shouted, jogging over to you while a song by Bruno Mars blasted in the background. “Don’t you guys want to come dance?”

“We will,” Tom said with a smile. James took the cupcake out of your hand a took a bite.

“Hey!” you scolded. “Get your own!”

“Nah, I’m lazy,” James said, taking another bite before handing a small piece left back to you. “Thanks (Y/N)!”

He ran off before you could yell at him, but you could only roll your eyes. You knew when your best friend was drunk and James was drunk.

“Do you want to go dance?” you asked Tom seriously as you finished off your cupcake.

“I’d love to.”

Seeing your friends dance while being intoxicated was a sight to see, especially when you saw Mike of all people, the stuck up and snobby production assistant, let loose and do some version of the chicken dance with Jacob. You had never been more amused.

You spotted Freddie across the dance floor talking to one of the producers, probably his uncle and you rolled your eyes. You knew to avoid him.

Soon Tony and Angourie came over and joined your ever expanding group. Tony snapped a few pictures of Harrison and Tom dancing, and one of you when James spun you around. You had never felt so carefree in your life. You had always been burdened with either the weight of your job or the pressures of your own relationships that you have never just let as loose as you did. And with people who you once thought of only as celebrities but now you saw as much more.

If someone had told you a year ago that you’d be dancing with Tom Holland and Zendaya and James would be good buddies with Jacob Batalon and Harrison Osterfield you would have laughed in their faces.

Suddenly, the music slowed down and your eyes wandered over to where Tom stood laughing with Harrison, a drink in his hand. He seemed to notice the sudden tempo change and he put his drink down on one of the tables located around the room.

He walked over to you and smiled gently.

“Do you wanna dance?” he asked holding out his hand. You felt like your breath had been caught in your throat but you managed to nod and take his hand. He pulled you close, resting his hands on your waist and you wrapped yours around his neck.

“I’m not much of a dancer,” you admitted sheepishly.

“You’re doing great,” Tom said with a smile as you swayed back and forth. You smiled back at him as you let the music surround you so that it was only you, Tom, and the melody.

You noticed that Tom still had a small scar on his nose from when he broke it, and you couldn’t help but smile because that was what basically brought you together. You sighed and rested your head on Tom’s shoulder as you both continued to sway to the music.

“(Y/N)?” Tom said after a few moments. You leaned your head back and looked up at him.

“Hmm?”

“I...I uh...I wanted to tell you something,” Tom said, and you could feel his fingers drum against your hips. You cocked your head to the side, waiting for him to go on.

“I think I’m falling for you,” Tom whispered, resting his forehead against yours. You felt like a sudden weight had been lifted off your chest and your lips curled into a smile that you couldn’t prevent even if you wanted to.

“I think I’m falling for you, too,” you admitted, both to yourself and to Tom. Tom smiled.

“Really?” he asked, almost giddily.

“Really.”

Tom connected your lips again and you smiled against him, letting your hands curl in his hair at the nape of his neck. You stopped only when Harrison and James started hollering at you, telling you both to get a room. You and Tom broke apart, laughing as Tom told them to go fuck themselves and Harrison and James pretended to be seriously hurt by his words.

“Want to go someone quiet to talk?” Tom whispered in your ear, sending goosebumps across your skin. You nodded and took his hand, followed him away from the crowd of people.

Tom pushed a door open, leading you both to a landing that overlooked the golf courses and gardens that surrounded the country club. You could see New York City in the distance, and the moon was shining brightly in the clear sky, illuminating you both.

You leaned against the marble railing, looking out at the Hudson. A soft breeze pushed your hair back and you closed your eyes.

“I meant it,” Tom said softly, standing next to you and leaning against the railing so that his arm was brushing against yours.

“I did too,” you said, opening your eyes and looking at him. Tom smiled at you.

“I’ve never felt like this,” you admitted. “For anyone.”

Tom took your hand in his. “Me neither, darling.”

You smiled up at him, the moon’s light reflecting against his doe eyes and your own. You spotted the scar on his nose again and brought your finger up to trace it gently. Tom closed his eyes under your touch and let out a sigh.

“It healed nicely,” you said with a grin.

“Thanks to you,” Tom chided.

“Not really,” you chuckled. “All I did was give you pain meds and an ice pack.”

“You did more than that,” Tom whispered. You blushed at his words and looked down at your intertwined hands.

“You healed me too, y’know?” you said.

“Hmm, how’s that?” Tom asked.

“Ever since I broke up with my ex...I’ve been really closed off to everyone,” you admitted. “You found a way to make me feel like myself again. You fixed my broken heart, Tom.”

Tom smiled gently before bringing a finger to your chin and leaning forward, pressing his lips to yours.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” Tom whispered against your lips. You smiled and hugged him tightly, burying your face in his chest.

“Not as amazing as you.”

You stood like that for a few minutes, taking in the beautiful New York City skyline and the moon casting shadows down on the gardens and golf course. You sighed in content, and knew you could stay like this in his arms forever.

“Well, isn’t this a pretty sight?” a voice that sent chills down your spine and stopped your heart in your chest called out from behind you and Tom. You broke away from Tom and spun around, confirming your worst fear as you saw him standing by the doorway.

“Will,” you choked out, almost a sob as you never wanted to see that bastard again, but there he was in front of you. He looked the same, same dark hair, same scowl that was glued to his face.

“So lovely to see you again, (Y/N),” Will said. “And look at this! You’re cuddling all close to a celebrity!”

“How are you here?” you sneered, stepping in front of Tom because you didn’t want Will anywhere near him.

“Did you forget that I work here?” Will laughed. “Wow, you’re dumber than I remembered.”

Your blood boiled at his words, but you realized you never saw the name of the country club, but a part of you always thought it looked familiar. You never went to visit Will at work, but as soon as you thought of the name of the place he worked at, you remembered. He worked here before he moved to California. At least that’s what you thought.

“(Y/N) is this-”

“Yeah,” you sighed looking at Tom. His eyebrows were furrowed and he had a hand protectively on your waist.

“Get the fuck away from us,” you spat at Will.

“I’m surprised you want her, man,” Will taunted Tom. “She’s a piece of work. You know, I’m surprised you let her be friends with that blonde asshole. He clearly just wants to fuck-”

“Shut up!” you shouted, your blood boiling. Seeing Will in front of you made you want to drop kick him to the next planet.

“Why don’t you just turn around and walk back inside,” Tom said calmly. You admired him for staying so calm, but with every word that came out of Will’s mouth, Tom’s grip on your waist tightened.

“Or what? Big movie star gonna fight me?” Will laughed. “Yeah, I’d like to see you try.”

“Don’t test me, mate,” Tom sneered, pulling you closer to him.

Will laughed again. “(Y/N), tell your puppy dog to stand down. This doesn’t concern him.”

“It doesn’t concern me either,” you spat. “I told you I never want to see you again.”

“No, see that’s not how this works,” Will sneered. “I was going to propose, you know? When we moved to California together. But no you wanted to stay here. So what, you could fuck random other guys?”

“I would never marry you,” you shouted. “You’re a monster.”

“Oh I’m the monster?” Will laughed bitterly. “After you dumped me, I couldn’t handle it. I lost my job in California a week after I got it and had to come back here.”

You swallowed thickly. Your heart was hammering against your chest and it was hard to get enough air.

“And then I find out you’re working on a movie?” Will scoffed. “And now you’re sleeping with the lead! Wow!”

“Shut up, Will!” you shouted louder than before, and you swore you saw a look of fear cross his face for a second. “I don’t want to fucking look at you, I don’t want to hear you talk, I don’t even want to know that you exist because in my mind, you’re dead to me!”

Will stared at you, his eyes hard and narrow as he always used to look when you’d fight and you felt like you were gong to throw up.

“Breaking up with you was the best thing I’ve ever done,” you spat.

Will shook his head. “Now why would you say something so mean?”

You could practically smell the alcohol on him when a breeze blew by and you suddenly realized how drunk he was. And then he held up his hands.

“I really had hoped you wouldn’t make me do this,” Will sighed, swinging the gun around like it was a toy. Your breathing halted and Tom suddenly stood fully in front of you.

“Put the gun down, mate,” Tom said, his voice steady. You had no idea how he managed to stay so calm while you felt like you were going to freak out, scream, or throw up all at the same time.

“No, I think I’ll hold it,” Will said, twirling it so more.

“Will,” you said, stepping out from behind Tom even though he tried to push you back. “Stop.”

“No (Y/N)!” Will shouted, and suddenly the teasing and bullying was gone and replaced with just stone cold anger. “You ruined me, you stupid bitch! And guess what, now I’m going to ruin you.”

He raised the gun and in the millisecond of time that you managed to think, you looked at Tom and shoved him out of the way.

And the gun went off.

part 10

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starspatter · 4 years

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Heroes and Thieves, Ch. 13

Title: Heroes and Thieves Fandom/Universe: BTAS, pre/post-RotJ flashback

Summary: A story about second chances, healing, and having hope.

Rating: PG-13, for references to character death, child psychological torture and trauma.

Genre: Romance/Family/Friendship/Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 2,260 Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12

Also on ff.net and AO3. In which Tim isn’t Jason.

A long long time ago, in a tragedy If ever comes a day that I go away In a forest deep, you'll sink like a stone From that moment on, you'll go alone

For we are two of a kind; when we walk, we are one The sound of lies being told disappear like the sun And now we both bow our heads; only a single shadow Didn't you know that I'm also going alone?

-Fullkawa Honpo, "Alice"

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Now.

Alfred had been in the midst of pouring himself a calming cup of tea in the parlor when he heard the doorbell ring, followed by loud banging on the outside. He set the pot down and strode with as much steady grace as he could muster to the portentous sound coming from the porte. Opening it, he came face to face with his former young charge, now grown older and grimmer in appearance compared to the foregone past. …That seemed like only yesterday, yet at the same time so long ago. When he’d wear a wide grin as he dashed straight into the manor upon coming home from school, eager to tell all about his day over a plate of snacks that would already be laid out and waiting for him; tossing coat and bag carelessly to the side, where Alfred would quietly pick them up and hang them in proper order. He’d shake his head, but smile and say nothing in light of the boy’s brimming energy and excitement as he waved to the butler in thanks, before charging up to cheerfully greet an ever expectant Bruce, vaulting heedlessly over any furniture on the way in vaunting display.

“Why, Master Timothy, what a… pleasant surprise. How good to see you.”

“Sorry, Alfred,” Tim interjected briskly. “I don’t have time to chat. …They’re down there, aren’t they?”

“‘They’, sir?”

Tim’s eyes darkened dangerously.

“Cut the act, Alfred. You know who I’m talking about.”

Alfred sighed, standing aside to let the young man in.

“Master Bruce arrived back shortly ago with a young lady through the… ‘other entrance’. They are at present where you’d suspect.”

Tim immediately brushed by without another word, breezing brazenly through the halls in a burning haste towards the study, where he stopped before an old grandfather clock. He hesitated a moment as his hand tremblingly reached out, taking a deep breath before pulling on the pendulum to slide the access open, shouting an angry warning into its depths. Foreboding darkness and blue cavern walls stretched before him as he descended down the familiar staircase for the first time in forever, feeling the sudden drop in temperature from subterranean chill. When he reached the bottom, he arrested at the sight of his (second) worst nightmare come to life, freezing another few degrees. …He was too late.

Seething, rage flooded his face as he flew at the culprit in fury, and for a second all he saw was pulsing red and bursts of black – erupting flashbacks – as he heatedly yelled at what was once his must trusted companion. How could he? The sheer nerve. He had given everything for him, and now he had betrayed his secrets – taken whatever little independence – or semblance of it – he had left. Destroyed any remaining faith in his “father” by proving himself a fake and a liar, exposing sins of the “son” without even so much as consulting said subject. Insulting his pride and privacy in the worst way imaginable.

It took Steph’s worried voice and shaking to snap him out of it, and his mortification magnified as he wondered what she must think of him now. He couldn’t even stand to look her in the eye, afraid to confront the same expression one would surely exhibit at a freak show. Stabilizing, he stalled by requesting her to wait for him above ground. …Whether she actually would was a different story, but he didn’t really want to consider that possibility right now.

As he observed her cloaked backside heading up the steps, his vision traveled to the row of costumes beside, locked away in clear cases like inmates in their cells at Arkham. He approached the smallest one in scarlet and put his palm on the mirrored glass, mimicking the exact same motion he made so many years ago the first time he laid shining, hopeful eyes on it, now staring dully at his own tired reflection. In front of the mask instead of behind.

“So this is what you did with it,” he muttered, somehow unsurprised. “You should’ve just burned it. Like those tapes.” Bitterness wedged in his tone as he glimpsed down the aisle at Batgirl’s and Nightwing’s dead, shed skins as well. “…Or is that all we ever were to you? More trophies to add to your collection?”

Batman simply stated:

“It’s there as a reminder.”

Tim nodded. Deep down, he had known the answer already, but still he just wanted to make sure. He needed to hear it said – out loud.

Rotating slowly back, he returned his gaze to his ex-guardian’s own guise, studying the apparent lack of revealing emotion.

“Bruce. Take that off. I want you to look at me.”

Batman remained unmoving for a beat, but acquiesced.

As the façade fell away, Tim could see the old man looked even older than he remembered, wrinkles and peppered gray starting to show. Maybe far older than he should be. …Than either of them should.

He fixed those cold, steel blue irises with a firm deadlock.

“Promise me you’ll never take on another Robin.”

“That I can assure.”

Tim surveyed the seriousness in the other’s countenance, accepting agreement on that front at least. He revolved to regard the rest of the room, a place filled with so many overwhelming memories he didn’t even know where to start. (Though he deliberately avoided looking at the giant Joker card hanging directly above; why Bruce still bothered to keep that up was beyond him.)

“The last time I was down here… was the night you brought me back from Arkham.” He swallowed, recollecting little about that time other than brief spots of awareness to his surroundings, and dimly hearing echoes of concerned voices that weren’t the Joker’s laugh or Harley’s high-pitched shrill, as his body was still in shock after everything. …Or maybe he had just blocked it all out. (Perhaps just as well, if he could’ve seen the pale looks of pure, panicked horror on their hovering visages, that very nearly matched his own.) “It hasn’t changed much, has it? New tech, new trophies… But still the same dreary atmosphere.”

He ran his hand along a railing as he moved over towards the training equipment, recalling how he used to spend so much time balancing on it, performing handstands to help keep blood and thoughts flowing (and limbs from getting bored stiff) while they casually discussed more difficult cases – with Batgirl and Nightwing as well when he stopped by to assist in cracking particularly tough ones (or just to hang out and spar a bit with his lil bro) – brainstorming together as a team by combining their collective detective skills. Barbara tended to pace as she pondered, while Dick would smirk and lean back in his chair with muscles lax behind his neck and feet propped up on the terminal, teasing that she looked like a lumbering red gorilla when she does that, and she’d snap back that he was being no help (and besides what was he even doing there didn’t he have his own place now maybe he should go fight crime with Catwoman if he’s so smart), and Bruce would irritably bark at them all over the two’s bickering (and Tim’s smothered snickering) to stay focused on task, only to be interrupted by Alfred as he came down to serve some food, insisting they all stay vitalized if they hope to make any progress.

Tim crossed over to the target range – past the medical bay, where Batman had interrogated him once after he’d been caught sneaking around (and stealing from) upstairs right after their initial meeting, whereupon he learned of Bruce Wayne’s secret identity.

“So what? I know how to keep a secret. You can trust me.”

He picked up a Batarang from the table. It looked like a newer model than the ones he was used to; lighter, sleeker, circular, with bits of red on the edges of the winged blades. He took careful aim at a stalactite, attempting to adjust to its weight, but the persistent tremors and twitches in his fingers wouldn’t cease, no matter how hard he endeavored to suppress. Gritting his teeth, he shut one eye and let the wild projectile fly, but it only veered far off course, bouncing harmlessly off the back wall to drop down into the river below with a weak splash. Shoving hands shamefully in his pockets and peering down into the chasm, Tim reflected on how he had stood here once, lifting his arms in breathtaking glory as he basked in his ultimate childhood fantasy, beholding the bedrock and bats, wistfully absorbing the beauty of it all.

“If you knew how many times I’d dreamed about this place.”

He kicked a stone into the ravine.

Bruce was watching him the whole time in silence. Tim turned back and addressed gloomily.

“You know, I was always doing dumb stuff to try and impress you. Draw your attention, get you to notice me. Make you proud. All I ever wanted was to be just like you when I grew up.” He paused, taking in the pathetic, penitent image of his prior idol – now weary and weathered, clearly worn down by age and the endlessly waging war he still kept stubbornly fighting on his own, come hell or high water. “I used to think you were the greatest man alive. …You’re still the greatest man I ever met, Bruce. But this-” he gestured vaguely at the empty expanse, “-what you do – what you had us do – it can’t be called ‘living’. …I realize that now.”

The other only grunted, questioning gruffly:

“What’s your point?”

Tim gave him an almost-pitying glance.

“Bruce, I forgive you – for not saving me. But when are you – for once – going to try and save yourself?”

Bruce blinked back at him, blankly. Tim bit his lip as he tried to explain.

“I didn’t leave – just because I couldn’t be Robin anymore. I was mad at first, that you would take all of that away from me. …But I understood why. The real reason I left – is because I couldn’t stand the way you looked at me afterwards. Like I was your greatest failure, as if you regretted ever picking me up off the streets and taking me into your home in the first place. I couldn’t take it anymore.”

He inhaled.

“Even then, I would’ve stayed – if you’d only asked me to. Admitted – for once in your sorry life – that you still need someone in it.”

His fists balled in frustration.

“But you never could admit that, could you? I get it: Ever since your parents died, you’ve had trouble expressing yourself. You blame yourself for what happened, every single bad thing that’s come your way since then. That’s why you keep all this old junk around, just like their pictures everywhere upstairs. So you won’t forget that it’s all your fault, that you’ve hurt everyone you’ve ever come in contact with, isn’t that right?”

Bruce said nothing, but his eyes narrowed slightly.

“So you end up pushing people away, until you’re finally all by yourself. Because you believe it’s for the best. You think you deserve to be alone, when it…” He gulped, sensing the hypocritical stab in his own gut. “…Isn’t true.”

Tim took a tentative step forward, trying to close some distance, bridge the extensive gap between them – that almost seemed like an eternity at this point – but simultaneously struggling to find words and will for it.

“Bruce, I’d like us – to still be friends. …But if this is how it’s going to be between us – if I can’t even trust you to keep my secret, not to ruin the one good thing I’ve had since then – then I can’t be around you anymore.”

He cast one last nostalgic look around at what he used to call “home”, etching the sentimental scene into his brain. His safe “haven”, where he could always count on his “family” being there for him. …Not a sanctuary, he recognized fully now, but a prison. Built for one solitary soul, never meant to share in the first place. A private “Plan” others weren’t originally supposed to be part of, no matter how much the architect desired it deep down. Who broke that vow more than once in an effort to better someone else’s life, only to be burned so badly (and vice-versa) that both parties feared forming close connections again as a result. To care that much for someone, only to eventually receive bitter disappointment in the end – if not the other way around.

Yet, despite all odds, Tim had found a flicker of hope in another’s company. Comfort. Courage. And he- wanted to keep striving towards it. He didn’t want to end up like him. Like this. So lonely and isolated from the entire world. Even through all the hate and hurt, he didn’t wish for this kind of bleak future, a mere hollow existence – for either of them. …But this was as far as he could confess it. He couldn’t keep coaxing, chasing constantly after remote coattails and infinite comets, straining so desperately to catch and ride on them anymore; he needed to be met halfway. It was up to the opposite side, ball in the other’s court now.

“When you’re ready to come out of the cave and be a person again, let me know. I’ll be waiting.”

With that, he walked past the mute shadow to the stairs and up the ascent, never looking back. Denying darkness for the light.

“Goodbye, Bruce.”

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And I am one of a kind; when I walk, I am alone I've grown weary of lying to the bone Now I bow my head in this golden room I was here with you, and now, it's gone too soon

In a forest deep, I sank and I knew I'm a charred and dirty, forsaken fruit And that is the end - there's nothing more to recount From this moment on, you'll go alone

#TimSteph #Tim Drake #Timmy Todd #Stephanie Brown #Bruce Wayne #Alfred Pennyworth #Batman the Animated Series #Batman Beyond #DCAU #Return of the Joker #fanfiction #starstories #Tim still wants his daddy's love #he just wants Bruce to be able to say it #P.S. For purposes of this story the new BTAS comic series will likely not be considered canon/in the same continuity #also hope everyone's staying safe right now #I guess this is where Bruce's 'self isolation' policy actually works for once #*shot*

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bentenharuki · 4 years

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I generally don’t do these but...

I will do this because it’s a badge of honor and a thank you for @todayintokyo who gives me a daily vibe out of my second fav Country in the world (first one is my own, of course. My messy, chaotic, genius Italy).

So for everyone interested (I won’t tag people either... if you are among my 250+ readers, do it as freely as you like to share this unexpected hard time along others. Sharing makes us all feel less stranded I guess :))

1. Are you staying home from work/school? Yep. My University (Milano Bicocca) holds in-house lessons and curses and also exams and testing are/will be online. What I miss most are the lab works and the exchanges with foreign schools. I took one a few months ago in London and I was supposed to have another in May but... NOPE, of course.

2. If you’re staying home, who’s there with you? I am alone in my apartment. At first it was supposed to be shared rent with somebody else but then my parents just bought this out and lent it to me. I know. I am spoiled. But very grateful for what I have. I always try to give back the best I can because no one has merits in being born in a family instead of another. (pieces of second-rate philosophy in all my LONG answers courtesy of my mum and her influence on me. She’s a University Professor and her field is.. guess what.. ETHICS PHILOSOPHY)

3. Do you have pets to keep you company? Nope. Not allowed. But I like cats. Cats. CATS. They are elegant, refined, very clean, and they give you consideration and affection ONLY if they like you. I prefer to conquer somebody’s love instead than to have it by default. Then I am naturally a cat person instead of a dog’s. But I like all animals (I like snakes as well, so my range is pretty wide ;)), even though I don’t feel missing any in house. Generally I would be out of home most of the day and no pet would be happy in staying that much alone. I miss my grandparents’ kitty tho :)

4. Who do you miss the most? Family. Friends. Meeting new people when out. And... (is it fine to say it?) Well... in these lockdown times I miss... human touch. (You get what kind). I was seeing a guy when this all started and my old boyf also came back into the picture somehow. All on hold. And I avoid to think how that makes me feel because even in case I’d figure it out, what comes if one can’t act on the awareness? Exactly. So I put it all in a LONG pause. But yeah... I miss contacts. A LOT.

5. When was the last time you left your home? I go out every Thursday to buy all my grocery stuff. I am very methodic. My supermarket is pretty near and it’s BIG and I get there right before it opens (well... one hour almost before it opens, so I can be among the firsts in line). I look like a ninja: very sporty and technically dressed (like for a running competition!) with clothes and shoes which are easy washable, tech mask (it is for cycling competition, with filters specifically medical: the mask is washable as well after you’ve used it, while the filter is obviously not), cotton fit gloves and over them medical gloves (I can’t wear directly medical gloves because my skin is very sensitive and I suffer from nickel allergia, which makes latex gloves a NO NO directly on skin), teck googles which cover also the side of my face (those are from cycling items too) and of course PODS in my ear because I can’t live without music :)

6. What was the last thing you bought? I bought online a few garden tools for my biggest balcony. I have ZERO skill with plants (and I am supposed to become a biologist... the nerve! LOL) but I am keen at making grow at least rosemery for my recipes. I have a little peach tree and it is all fine so far. I have hope I can do better and anyway I have time now ;)

7. Is quarantine driving you insane or are you finally relaxed? I try to keep my routine as it was before. I wake up and perform all my tasks exactly as I was doing before this all started. I am VERY organized and to lax on that would ruin me, so I carefully focus on what I can control the best I can. It feels strange to say it maybe but... this way my mood isn’t particularly affected by this heavy revolution in my (and everyone elses’s) life.

8. Are you a homebody? NOPE. I love people, I love my Milan and its being always full of people everywhere. I love living in my town a TON, I love meeting friends anywhere, go dancing, I love to live my University life in this beautiful and renewed part of Milan; I like being surrounded by my people and meeting new ones. So being stuck at home would seem insufferable for me. But I learnt from this (there’s always something to learn in any experience) that I can be surprisingly ok with staying home too. I came to know better my neighbors. I feel a sense of community with everyone living nearby and I have come to love my domesticity too. It was a surprise for me first ^.^

9. What movies have you watched recently? In Italy, Italia 1 channel has had the WONDERFUL idea to rebroadcast all Harry Potter saga every Monday and Thursday. Today and tomorrow there are the last two installments, so I can say that is what I looked out the most for as in movie things these past weeks (funny how I never particularly adored the books of HP, I mean, I liked them but... being a Tolkien’s devotee Rowlings’ literary efforts always seemed lackluster to me.. and still I have always liked the movies. It’s incoherent I know ;)). But I have Sky at home so I can watch whatever movie I like to whenever I want to. And that leads to VERY little watch actually. I am reading a ton though. I watch what passes on in the National channels actually, out of digital and cable and decide to watch it or not. For instance last Friday Rai 1 (main Italian Channel) broadcasted one of my fav movies from the past three years, GIFTED (with Chris Evans and Octavia Spencer) and I rewatched it with immense pleasure.

10. An event that you were looking forward to that got cancelled? OLYMPICS. I was supposed to be back in Japan with a a couple of friends and my bro for experience the Olympics (especially the volleyball tournaments) between July and August and that got (of course) cancelled. We plan to move it all to next year of course. But it hurts SO MUCH because it was easily what I was looking forward to BEST for all 2020. Hands down.

11. What’s the best and worst thing you’ve had to cancel? Look up. For the other question, I never plan things I don’t like (or at least I try my best not to) and I almost never find myself in the position of being happy for something I had going on which I had to pass due to circumstances. I am a very honest (sometimes to the point of bluntness, though with age I got trained in the fine art of diplomacy, which for me is declined especially in the “IGNORE WHAT IS NOT WORTHY degree) person and if there is something I don’t like I tend to not get involved with it in the first place.

12. Do you have any new hobbies? Eh... the longest list... I love so many things. Sport don’t count as hobbies to me because I treat them as part of my daily life constantly. So take them off. I like to write, to draw, to paint... I like reading, I like learning... I am a tech geek; I like gaming (but that I have to cut it or it would absorb me too much)... I like TRAVELING (that is cut off too of course nowadays), and many other things so I guess I don’t literally have SPACE for new hobbies. My many ones makes it impossible to fall for new things though lately I am becoming a better cook out of needs ;)

13. What are you out of? My lists are made as soon my things become “two items in from having 0″. This way I can’t run out of anything. Did I say already I am a HUGE control freak? THAT ;)

14. What music are you listening to? My itunes collections lists so far 12376 ALBUMS. Then I have the random songs. Latest one I bought (because I buy them all) is Achille Lauro’s latest 16 Marzo

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yb-9RESbeWA

I am also listening a lot to one of my bro’s fav bands Radiohead and as usual a lot to my beloved Imagine Dragons. My mum and dad are also telling me to listen to Bill Withers (who recently passed away) whole discography because he was amazing. I love many music genres. I love ALL which makes the spirit soar and rage and evolve and love and cry and hope.

15. What are you reading? So far in quarantine I read 5 books. I have now to start ORIGINS by Dan Brown. I pick the books I have left unread randomly and that was the pick this time (people gift me with books constantly because they know I am a bookworm when I have spare time).

16. What are you doing for self-care? Keep loving myself and life and the world exactly the way I used to before this all started.

17. Are you exercising? Yup. Tapis roulant, golf training, stepper (all in my house lucky me) and mat and weight training. I have a routine for which I have to train at least one hour a day. NO EXCEPTION. I miss swimming but I will do. I am also in recovery after January’s knee meniscus intervention so my schedules are also taking that into consideration.

18. How’s your toilet paper supply? I'm OK. :)

19. Have you made any changes to your hair during quarantine? Nope. I love to stylize my hair but I don’t have specific cuts. It grows long and then I play with them hairstyles: braids, buns, ponytails, partitions and the likes.. But I have bleached hair and I had to follow my hairdresser advice because I can’t allow ugly roots to take dominance of me ^.^ So I bought the necessary to self bleach them. No need to say as soon as I will be able to, Hairdressers and Massages and SPA will be my first destination ^.^ (beside visiting family and friends of course).

I am fairly sure I put lots of typos and mistakes in this but I have my online lesson just starting in 8 minutes and I can’t review this (I generally never do it anyway). So forgive me and have a beautiful day ;)

STAY SAFE OUT THERE!!! Hugs K.

#ask list #wow my first one #and probably my last #covid19 #quarantine #lockdown #italy #milan #tag your friends #coronavirus

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jawnjendes · 5 years

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i should be running | shawn mendes

chapter 2/?, university au, shawn x goth oc

AN: angst n smut. maybe uuuuhhhhhh lmk if you wanna see anything specific happen with these idiots?? could be smutty, angsty, or even fluffy or sumn. oh and let me know if you wanna be added/removed from the taglist.

masterlist | playlist coming soon

"He might as well have pounced on you," Patrick said, eyes on the screen of his switch. "That look in his eyes… no wonder you're in so deep."

Annalise ignored him as her King Boo threw a red shell at his Dry Bones. That was her response to his statement. Still, her cheeks went hot and red recalling the way Shawn stared her down the other night. It was practically a reflex when it comes to that guy. It didn't really help that he was literally a few yards away.

The stars had a very irritating way of aligning when Annalise and Shawn were supposed to be separated. The one time Annalise decided to hang out with a friend outside of a classroom just so happened to be the same time Shawn did the exact same thing. Not to mention, he was having another impromptu jam session with Alessia, both sat on a picnic table out in the sun. It was the same table as the one from a few nights ago, but there were more people surrounding them. Oh, and Shawn was wearing a particularly tight black tanktop, so if Annalise stared enough his way she would be able to make out the pretty tattoo on the back of his arm.

She and Patrick were sitting under the shade of the biggest tree on the courtyard, wanting to be outside, but definitely not basking in the rare sunlight. Patrick won the Mario Kart race despite Annalise's best efforts. Blame the distraction who was playing guitar and singing audibly.

"Ooo, second place, Flowers," Patrick smugly said. "You've lost your edge."

"Oh, shut up. Let's smash now," Annalise said back, closing the current game.

"Really? In front of your mans?"

She looked up at him and narrowed her eyes. "Shut the fuck up."

They had that type of banter… before Annalise was in a relationship. Before everything else. Annalise was just too flustered and distracted by Mr. Arm Muscles to join in, so she annihilated Patrick at Smash Bros for three rounds.

There was a check in every two weeks. There was only one before the semester started, and it was very quick given that Annalise and Shawn were still living under the same roof. Now that there had been some proper physical separation, it was time to do things right. Annalise still had knot after knot forming in her stomach, though. For a split second, her mind went back to diverticulitis and flashbacks of being rolled around on a gurney invaded her mind. She shook it off and marched through the parking lot.

She agreed to meet at Shawn's apartment because the semester starting meant that holes were being burnt in their wallets. They couldn't afford a simple coffee shop hang out, and it was too public for something like this, anyway.

Annalise thought it would have been too awkward for any kind of touch when Shawn answered the door. However, he immediately took her in his arms and hugged her as tight as he could. It was already very different from their last check in.

To be blunt, she really fucking missed being held in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his middle, feeling the warmth consume her whole body. She missed this so much she could cry, but she had to mask it all. Couldn't have Shawn thinking she was having second thoughts about her decision.

Shawn wasn't one to hold back, though. He leaned back and held her hands as he led her inside his place. "I missed you so much. I miss coming home to you."

Annalise didn't know what to say. Shawn's facial features were soft and completely kissable, but she resisted by letting herself into the living room. Not much had changed here in the two weeks she was gone, although she did miss playing her Switch on that huge flat screen. She was still quiet though, and it gave Shawn more room to speak.

"See, this is still like a home to you! Oh, and I still have your key, since you left it here… uh, where did I put it?"

"Shawn," she finally said before he could dash into another room and create more distractions. She nodded towards the couch so he could sit with her.

He looked at her, and his face fell a little. His shoulders hunched as he walked around to the couch. He sat next to her and looked down at his lap.

Annalise tilted her head. "You okay?"

Shawn met her eyes, bemused. "You're breaking up with me, aren't you?"

"Wha- no!" she replied, shocked.

"So we're getting back together?"

"No…"

"Annie…"

"Don't call me that," she said seriously. Then she sighed. "We're checking in. I just wanna see how you're doing."

He shrugged and leaned back, far more relaxed now. "I'm still confused as to why we're doing this. That's all I've been trying to figure out lately."

"Okay, anyway… how are your classes? How's work."

"Annalise, I swear to god…" Shawn groaned, tilting his head back. Then he looked her dead in the eyes and leaned forward. "Do you wanna break up? You moved out-"

"Because I have a dorm."

"-and you left your key behind!"

"Because I don't live here."

Shawn paused, and his expression went from aggravated to just plain sad. "You won't even answer my texts. And don't say it's because you're busy. I know that's not true."

Whatever sympathy was building up was gone. Annalise narrowed her eyes. "What does that mean?"

"You think I haven't seen you playing games with that guy in the courtyard?" he asked. "You've never wanted to sit outside with me. And now you suddenly don't have time to answer my texts. C'mon Ann, I'm not an idiot."

She pushed her tongue into her cheek as she listened to that shit. Then, she spoke coldly. "First of all, that guy is Patrick and he's only a friend. Second, I don't know what to say to someone who only says 'I miss you' every ten seconds."

"So you don't miss me at all?"

"That's not the point!"

"Then what is the fucking point?" Shawn got to his feet, completely exasperated. "What exactly are we doing here? Because I don't know what's happening anymore! Am I losing you? Are you gonna come back to me? What the fuck is happening here, Ann?"

She buried her face in her hands for a moment and took a deep breath. She did know just how much Shawn did not like the separation idea, but she hadn't realized just how shaken up he still was.

"I want you to make sure you have your priorities in check."

"What, like I'm some stupid teenager?" Shawn snapped.

Clearly, he was irrational. Annalise wasn't going to try to force him to see it her way, it didn't work when the separation idea was first brought up over a month ago. Sighing, she got up and silently went for the door.

"Ann, honey," Shawn called, following after her. "Wait, wait!" He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into him.

She faced him once again, giving him a look as she yanked her arm back.

"I'm sorry," he told her in a much calmer tone. "Explain it to me again."

"I just don't wanna see you lose your focus for other things," Annalise said. "We really went through it over the summer, remember? I don't wanna be the only thing you worry about."

"Well, I know you're strong, little fighter. But I love you too much to not worry. And I worry even more now that we're on this stupid separation thing."

Annalise kept herself from laughing. "You seem fine during your impromptu mini concerts on the courtyard."

"Yeah, because singing is the other love of my life."

"Mm, you seem comfy with that Alessia girl too."

Shawn raised his eyebrows, now amused. "Jealous?"

Now she had to laugh. "I could ask you the same thing."

"I never knew about Patrick until last week."

"You never asked." Besides, she may have left her other friends in the dark when she got into this relationship. More reasons for the separation. "And I never knew about Alessia."

"Because she's new. You sure you're not jealous?" Shawn asked with a smirk.

Annalise scoffed. "I don't get jealous."

"You told me you don't cry either, but uh…"

Oof. He knows her too well.

She smiled stiffly. "I'll see you again in two weeks."

"You don't have to. You can stay." Shawn placed his hands on her shoulders. "Stay."

"Separation is good," Annalise told him, cupping his face and loving the way he leaned into the touch. "We can't spend every minute together, I think this last summer proved that."

Shawn stared her down for a moment, his big hand moving to hold her wrist. He really tried to understand why all this was happening. He really tried to find other reasons besides the scary idea that his girl wanted to leave him. The priorities thing, the not losing focus thing, the fact that they spent too much time together over the summer… it really smelled like bullshit. Maybe she was slipping through his fingers, and maybe he had to fight before she was completely gone.

"Can I at least kiss you before you go?" he asked, his voice small and soft.

Over the last month, Annalise thought she had done well with keeping a distance and being on her own. She was regaining her own compromised independence and getting back to being a strong lady. She was good at convincing herself that she didn't need Shawn at her side all the time.

Turns out, she's just a giant sucker.

Annalise really should have known better than to do the check in here. It was way too private, too much room for certain things to happen. Shawn kissed her softly once and was about to pull back, but her hands went to the back of his neck and kept their lips together. Without missing a beat, he walked her backwards and trapped her between his body and the wall. His hands planted on either side of her head, practically towering over her as his tongue went into her mouth.

All logic and inhibitions went out the door in less than a second. It was like they were reuniting after being on opposite ends of the planet. It was like this was the last time they would ever get a moment like this again. Annalise slid her hands down his torso, feeling the heat of his body through his white tee. When she locked her arms around his shoulders, Shawn bent a little to grab the backs of her thighs and hook them around his hips. It didn’t take long for Annalise to groan into his mouth when he circled his hips into hers. It certainly didn’t take long for Shawn to get hard in his jeans either. Without breaking the kiss, he walked them both into his bedroom and kicked the door closed behind him.

It was a mess of wrinkling bed sheets and clothes flying to the floor. Annalise's ripped leggings and Shawn's t-shirt made it off their bodies, and then he grabbed her shoulder and roughly pushed her onto her back. Both of their hearts pounded as he crawled on top of her and attached their lips together again.

They didn't even make it to the pillows. Shawn was trailing wet kisses along her neck, his fingers hooking into her cotton underwear. In one swift motion, he pulled the measly fabric down her legs. There wasn't any room for slow, sensual touching and building each other up. They were already as stressed and needy as could be. Annalise was just aching for him between her legs, and she pulled on his waist to bring him closer, her stomach flipping at the heat on his skin.

Suddenly, Shawn paused and held himself up on his elbows. His lips were shiny, swollen, and absolutely gorgeous. Annalise couldn't help but trace the bottom one with her thumb. Then, their eyes met and it threatened to spoil the heat of the moment. Shawn's eyes were soft and sparkling, the rough neediness gone out of nowhere. He usually had that look when things would move slower, when he was about to bare his soul and spill a bunch of sweet nothings. He looked at her face and gently stroked her cheek, making her skin tingle so much she wanted to scratch it away.

"My beautiful girl," he said softly.

It was sweet, but Annalise did not want sweet at the moment. Her fingers went into his hair and gently tugged at the pretty locks, keeping a sultry eye on him.

"Fuck me."

A smirk tugged at the corner of Shawn's mouth before he leaned down to kiss her again. "Condom?"

She nodded and then proceeded to take off her lace cardigan while he went to the nightstand drawer. Her hands trembled as she dropped more of her clothes onto the floor, leaving her completely naked. She rolled onto her front, watching Shawn pull off his jeans and briefs in one go. Her mouth watered just from the sight of his naked body, and she wiggled her eyebrows at him.

Shawn looked into her brown eyes, licking his lips. His eyes trailed over her back and plump ass, his cock twitching at the thought of taking her that way. But he hasn't been with her intimately in far too long, and he needed to be able to hold her and see her face. Yes, it's cheesy as fuck but that's what happens when you're stupidly in love with the goth chick. Yes, Shawn was very stupidly in love with Annalise.

He circled his finger with a cocky smirk, signaling her to turn onto her back. When she obliged, he crawled on top of her with the intention of fully warming her up and building up her high, but the way she kissed him and wrapped her legs around his waist indicated that she was ready. The way that she whispered in between kisses for him to fill her up was also a good indicator as well.

"Whatever you want, baby," he told her as he grabbed his base and slowly inserted himself.

It didn't take long for her soft, sweet panting to fill the room. Her fingernails dug into Shawn's back, and he snaked his arm around her shoulders, holding her as close as he could. Their noses touched and his necklace dangled in the valley of her breasts, it felt familiar and good in a way. Resting his head in the crook of her neck, Shawn let out a slow deep breath and appreciated the feeling of their bodies connecting. Slowly but surely, he started to gently rock his hips against hers, wanting this to last.

Ann whined in the back of her throat, raking her fingers down his back. "Harder… Mmm, ruin me."

Shawn picked his head up and looked down at her. She was biting her lip, and pressing down on his back, wanting him the way she said. And who was he to deny her?

With a deep breath, he picked himself up on his knees and held her waist, pistoning his hips as quickly as he could. A groan sounded from deep in his chest, his eyes fluttering shut. He breathed out a soft "fuck" feeling her clench around him.

"Mm, fuck yes!" Ann cried out, grabbing at the sheets above her. "Oh, fuck, fuck me!"

The bed creaked and hit the wall repeatedly, mixing in with the sounds the two of them were making. Shawn couldn't help but feel smug as he watched Ann's assertive and bold demeanor crumble underneath him. Only times like these did he see her fall completely at his mercy, and god, it turned him on so much. He absolutely loved that he could bring her down to this level, make her feel so good she was rendered incoherent. He slid his hand up her body, stopping for a moment to grab her breast. Then, Ann took hold of his wrist, her eyes wide and her bottom lip jutting out. They both knew what to do. Shawn leaned over her again to properly wrap his fist around her neck.

"Like that, baby?" he asked between huffs of breath, trying to keep his movements consistent. "You like it when I fucking choke you? You like getting fucked like this, you dirty fucking girl?"

Ann mumbled and sputtered under his hold, attempting to nod her head.

"What about this?" he egged on, moving his free hand down in between them. He rubbed quick circles into her clit, causing her to clench around him even more. "Ooh, fuck. Yeah, you like that, you fucking love that."

Her mouth was open, but no sound came out. Shawn decided he liked it better when she was verbal about how he made her feel, so he moved his hand from her neck to the side of her face. Something of a snarl came out of him as he staggered his thrusts, and he found himself grabbing her chin, slightly squishing her cheeks. His nose touched hers, hot breath on her lips before he tasted her tongue. His fingers were relentless on her clit, the feeling so good he almost wanted to go down there and suck it into his mouth until she was writhing.

The sounds coming out of her were just as good, though. She spoke, sounding absolutely wrecked and just the way Shawn liked her to be. “Don’t stop… please don’t stop…”

“Mm, anything you want, baby…” he mumbled against the corner of her mouth.

It was almost ironic because Ann was the one on her back getting fucked senseless, but Shawn was ready to do anything for her. All she had to do was ask. Who was more submissive here?

He hovered over her, watching her tits bounce as he pounded into her. He watched the hair at the top of her head get messier and messier with every move. He really had to admire the fact that her intense winged liner had stayed intact this entire time. Only his Ann…

"Fuck, you look so good like this," Shawn mumbled, brows knitted. He couldn't stop himself from rambling, now feeling as fucked as she did. "God baby, you're so fucking good at taking my cock… You're so good to me… Fuck…"

Ann moved her small hands up his chest, wrapping the chain of his necklace around her finger. The look on her face changed from absolutely wrecked to something more serious. Her free hand tugged at the hair on the nape of his neck, and then she was tilting her head back and panting wildly.

"I'm close," she warned, squeezing her eyes shut. "Don't stop, I'm gonna come!"

Shawn could feel it too, and his heart nearly fell out of his body. He felt the heavenly pulses around his cock and rubbed at her clit just to make it feel that much better for her. "Fuck yeah, give it to me honey…"

She let out a noise that was both the cutest and sexiest thing he's ever heard. Her voice went up several octaves as she cried out, and her entire body twitched the way Shawn liked to see it. He growled through his teeth, thriving in the tight pulsing around his cock and the burning scratch marks on his back and shoulders. He thrust as hard as he could, needing to reach his own high now that Ann had hers. Roughly, he moved her wrists from his shoulders and pinned them above her head, his jaw going slack as he let himself go. Steady pulses of cum spilled into the condom, and Shawn tilted his head back, his orgasm so good and sweet he couldn't make any sound. He only panted and erratically gave a few more thrusts until he was spent.

Sweat coated both of their bodies, and their heavy breathing was the only sound in the air. Shawn pulled out and rolled onto his back, his eyelids heavy and body melting into the mattress. He smiled contently and then tapped Ann's wrist.

"C'mere..."

The two of them crawled up to the pillows and went under the covers, both so sleepy and content that they didn't care about the damp spot. Shawn held onto Ann's hand, waiting for her to desperately crawl into her arms. She was always shamelessly in need of cuddles and affection post orgasm, and Shawn loved every bit of it because it meant he could hold her and nose at her hair as she slept. What he couldn't put into words was put into all the chaste little touches he gave her. And she lapped it up and let herself be touched and loved every time without fail.

Shawn fell asleep before he could realize Ann was holding herself back.

It doesn't matter if it's the same night or the morning after, the walk was still shameful no matter what. Annalise was just glad that Shawn fell asleep on his side of the bed and not on her chest like he typically did. It was much easier for her to slip out of bed, put her clothes back on, and sneak out of the apartment. The knots in her stomach didn't let up once she was in the car, though. They did agree that this was a check in after all, and she could honestly say... dick still bomb.

Annalise got back to campus well after ten o'clock. It wasn't that late, but she still felt off, like she was sneaking back into her parents' house after going to a party she was told not to attend. She felt both thrilled and terrified that she did something very wrong, and the evidence was all there in her shaky legs.

Of course, Stella was sitting in the armchair facing the door when Annalise finally made it back. She wasn't alone, though. Camila was on the tiny sofa, and she perked up.

"Hey, girl," she greeted with a cheeky grin.

Stella had a knowing smile on her face, making Annalise feel very exposed. As much as she tried to fix her sexed up appearance in the car, it was easy to tell what Annalise had been up to from the amount of time she was gone.

"So, is Shawnnalise back on?" Stella asked in a teasing voice.

"They were off?" Camila asked in shock, looking back and forth between the two girls.

"That is the actual worst name I've ever heard," Annalise replied, and then her heart stopped as her phone buzzed in her hand. Without another word, she dashed into her bedroom.

"You owe me details!" Stella called after her.

Annalise didn't say anything as she shut the door and leaned against it for a moment. She sighed and let her book bag drop onto the floor, and then she bent down to untie her platform sneakers and took them off. Her phone buzzed again, and it made her insides heavy.

Honestly, she had enough guilt on her shoulders. Did she really have to add more to her plate by tapping that ass and running away? Heart in her throat, Annalise looked at the notifications.

The newest text was from the gaming club group chat. Patrick was asking when everyone was available to go to Bart. The nerves came down for a split second before reading the other text.

"Where are you?"

Annalise opened the text too, so she definitely couldn't just ignore him. She sent back some excuse about having an assignment due at midnight, and then she let the anxiety and guilt consume her for the rest of the night.

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waitineedaname · 5 years

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sofa smooches

me @ myself: pleas work on your other wips I’m begging you

my hell brain: hhhhhh soft davekat kisses

also on ao3

Like most days on the meteor, Dave and Karkat were spending the evening on the couch in the TV room. The shitty rom-com Karkat had picked out had long since ended; they’d watched all the way through the credits, like they always did, no matter how many times Dave told him there wasn’t going to be anything new at the end, like watching it for the seventeenth time would somehow unlock a secret ending where those background characters do end up together and go on their own cliched adventure. But. Karkat was stubborn and insistent, as always.

It was kinda cute.

It was not the first time that thought had occurred to Dave, but it had yet to be less startling.

Dave put his phone down, having beat Peggle for the twentieth time, and looked up at Karkat from where he was draped across his lap. He’d laid himself there about a third of the way through the movie, and Karkat hadn’t complained. In fact, neither of them seemed to want to be the one to disturb the little cuddle sesh, and they’d silently agreed to occupy themselves with whatever wouldn’t disturb the other. Hence, Dave’s Peggle endeavors and Karkat’s shitty romance novel. He was holding it with one hand, propping it up on Dave’s legs, because his other hand was resting on top of Dave’s free hand, only lifting away to turn a page every now and then, always returning to gently curl around Dave’s hand. Sometimes he’d absentmindedly rub his thumb along Dave’s knuckles, drawing circles and tracing the scars and freckles that littered his skin, and it. It was nice.

Dave wasn’t sure if he was in the right headspace to think about how touchstarved they both were, or how just those little comforting brushes of affection seemed to comfort an ache in his soul he’d never really paid attention to, or how Karkat’s touches when they cuddled like this were so much more gentle than he ever expected from someone who yelled himself hoarse and threatened bodily harm on the daily.

Dave didn’t think about any of that. He just thought about how nice it was to have his hand held, and how the perpetual pinch in Karkat’s brow was softer from this angle, and how he really wanted to kiss him.

Huh. That was a thought.

“Hey.”

Karkat ignored him.

“Hey.” Dave snapped his fingers in front of his face to get his attention.

Karkat smacked his hand away and turned the page.

“Hey.” Dave reached back up and flicked Karkat’s nose. Karkat, predictably, overreacted and reeled back, his whole face scrunching up.

“Ow! Fucker!” He yelled, covering his nose.

“Oh, come on. That did not hurt.”

“Fuck you! Maybe it did! You don’t know, maybe trolls have especially weak noses! For all you know, that could’ve been a built in insta-kill button! You could’ve killed me, Dave, and then how the fuck would you feel?”

“Pretty shitty, but then I’d let your ghost punch me in the face in the next dream bubble we fly through, so we’d be even.”

“What the fuck ever, you wish I’d punch your stupid face.” Karkat rolled his eyes, but he closed his book so Dave counted that as a win for Strider. “What was so important that you had to almost kill me anyway?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“What?”

“Can I kiss you?” Karkat blinked down at him blankly and well shit, that’s all Dave needed to take off on the rambling train, next stop: off the rails and straight into embarrassment territory. “Forget it, I could totally be misreading this whole cuddle thing, for all I know this might be a normal thing in troll culture, just snuggling between bros, like I could maybe expect it with your whole moirail thing except I’m pretty sure we’re not moirails? I’d probably know if that was what was happening-”

“Yeah, you can kiss me.”

“-especially since I don’t think either of us are like keeping the other from succumbing to homicidal tendencies or whatever because you can do whatever the fuck you want and I’m just chilling-” Dave paused mid-tangent, suddenly processing what Karkat had just said. “Wait. What’d you say?”

“I said you could kiss me, dumbass.”

“Oh. Cool. Great.” Dave found himself frozen for a second, realizing all that meant, and he slowly sat up, sliding off Karkat’s lap and turning to face him. This close, he could see Karkat swallow thickly, and he realized this was just as big of a deal for Karkat as it was for him.

Okay. He could do this.

Dave put his hand on Karkat’s cheek because that seemed like the right thing to do, and before he could second guess himself again, he leaned in and pressed his lips to Karkat’s.

It was really nice. It was clear they both didn’t really know what they were doing - they’d spent most of puberty on a meteor with the same tiny group of people, of course they were inexperienced - but it was still nice. The feeling of Karkat’s weirdly warm lips against his, the feeling of sharp teeth pressed up just behind them when they parted the slightest bit.

It didn’t last very long. Probably just a few seconds, but it felt like forever. Dammit, he was a god of time or whatever, he should probably have a better grasp of its passage, but Karkat seemed to knock out what little sense he had in the first place.

To be perfectly fair, Karkat seemed just as dazed as he did. When Dave finally pulled away, he curled his fingers into Dave’s sleeve to keep him from going too far and hey, when’d his hand end up on his upper arm? Not like Dave was complaining.

They both stared at each other for a second, two annoyingly talkative people on most days suddenly stunned silent.

“Thanks.” Dave finally said, and Karkat snorted, the moment broken.

“Thanks? Do you thank everyone you kiss, just to make up for having to deal with your stink breath?” There wasn’t any bite to the insult since they were definitely still close enough for Karkat to be smelling his supposedly stinky breath, and he didn’t seem to plan on moving away any time soon.

“Yep. Just a courtesy. You know how goddamn polite I am, got etiquette seeping out my damn pores. Gonna get pimples that’re sayin’ please and thank you with how clogged my pores are with all these manners.” He leaned in and bonked their foreheads together gently. Karkat looked like he was having a very hard time not snickering.

“Right. Maybe it’s your human etiquette that’s stinking the place up since you’re apparently drenched in it.”

“Oh, yeah. Good manners are notoriously noxious. They have to wear gas masks in Canada because of the permanent politeness stink.”

“You should know by now I have no fucking idea what you’re talking about.” Karkat let go of his arm to tuck a piece of blond hair behind Dave’s ear and the gesture was so soft that Dave’s heart almost stopped. He definitely didn’t lean into the touch a little bit. Nope. Not at all. Shut up and mind your business.

“So. My lips as impudent as you thought?” Dave said to distract himself from how fluttery he was feeling. Karkat gave him a blank look, then grimaced as he suddenly remembered.

“Oh my fucking god. You cannot still remember that.”

“Of course I fucking remember that. You were hitting on me and John at the same damn time. You hadn’t even met us yet. Horny idiot.” Dave said, accenting his point by poking one of Karkat’s nubby horns.

“Shut up! I still think it’s offensive that humans use that phrase like that.”

“What, horny? Dude, we started using that word way before y’all ever even appeared on our radar.”

“I’m not convinced.”

“You think I’d invent an expression just to poke fun at you? Wait, don’t answer that, I definitely would.”

“Exactly. Dick.” Karkat huffed, then took Dave by surprise by leaning in to kiss him again. They shared a few more gentle kisses, a couple of them ruined by smiles from either of them and what was definitely not a giggle or two, and then Karkat lifted his head a bit to press a tiny kiss to the tip of Dave’s nose. Dave was pretty sure he was gonna explode from the tenderness. Pirouette off the fucking handle or whatever but in the best possible way. Here lies Dave Strider, he died because his alien boyfriend was too damn soft.

Wait.

“Hey, are we boyfriends?”

“You mean matesprits?”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“I dunno.” Karkat worried his lip with one of his fangs. “Do you wanna be?”

“I dunno.” Dave said, unintentionally parroting him. “Maybe? I-. I wouldn’t be opposed. To being matesprit-boyfriends. Maybe we can try it out for a while, see if we’re both down to clown- wait, bad choice of words, hopefully no clowns will be involved.”

“Yeah, that might get fucking weird.”

“Definitely. If you somehow become a clown, that ‘maybe’ will immediately turn into a no.”

“If I turn into a clown, you have my explicit permission to kill me instantly.”

“Punch the kill-button on the nose, right?” Dave said, brushing their noses together.

“Exactly. I’m trusting you with the secret to killing trolls, use it wisely.”

“I promise to only use my knowledge to put an end to my clown boyfriend’s horrible hypothetical existence.”

“You’re so dumb.” Karkat mumbled, tone full of affection, and he tucked his face into Dave’s neck.

They stayed there for a while, hours maybe, rambling and teasing each other. It really wasn’t very different from how they normally spent their time except they were a tangled mess of limbs and half on each other’s laps, cutting off particularly pointless rambles with kisses and effectively changing the subject completely.

Dave knew there were definitely things to worry about, things he’d have to deal with eventually, but with an armful of happy troll kissing him, he couldn’t be any happier.

#dave strider #karkat vantas #davekat #homestuck #my writing #okay to reblog #i wrote this in the bus station and on the ride back to college on sunday #i alternated between writing it and finishing the comic itself lmao #i hope it's decently in character!!!!!#i've never written them before (obviously bc i literally finished the comic two days ago)#but yeah we love soft boyfriends

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flyswhumpcenter · 6 years

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One Vanilla Frappé, Please [Fever February Day 20 - I Can’t Read The Numbers]

FEVER FEBRUARY INDEX

Summary: It's a normal day at the coffee shop. Or, at least, it would be if he wasn't sick as a dog and trying to earn the money needed to pay his student loans. Despite his awful condition, Shuichi sure is lucky to have a bro and his girlfriend by his side no matter what.

Fandom: Danganronpa V3: Killing Harmony Ships: Saimatsu (Kaede/Shuichi)

Word Count: 2.2K words

Notes: God, Fever February is done at last, hahaha yada yada yada another Saimatsu sickfic where Shuichi is the sick one It's short and rather self-indulgent, but does anybody mind some Saimatsu H/C sometimes? I sure don't.

Special mention to @sf-trash-tm and @feverish-and-delirious, since they both said they wanted to see more Danganronpa whump around! Here ya go, peeps!

AO3 version available here.

He should have known better than coming to work sick, but… There he is. At work. Sick.

Shuichi knows for a fact he shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be here serving stuff to people when he has a terrible headache and probably a huge fever. But he also has two reasons why he just can’t skip work: he desperately needs the money for his student loans and the shop has a lot of customers on weekends like this one.

Kaito didn’t want him to come to work, that’s for sure: his manager is staring at him with eyes stuck between anger and worry, crossing his arms as he regularly tells him to go back to his goddamn bed. Well, it’s not that he doesn’t want: truly, if he listened to his instincts, Shuichi would already be sleeping his fever off.

And yet, he gave the clients his best smile because that’s just his job. He’s here to serve coffee and smile at people no matter how bad he feels. To be honest, he prefers to stay focused on his job because it makes him forget about his clothes clogging to his skin and the constant chills plaguing his body.

Sometimes, people ask him if he feels all right. It’s obvious he doesn’t, but he stills replies he’ll be fine. His body gives it away immediately: when he looked at himself in the mirror this morning, his skin was deadly pale, his reddened eyes were empty and had deep dark circles under them, his entire face was flushed, and his body hair was rising en masse. There was no way he could hide the fact he didn’t feel right at all: at best, he could just wear a mask over his nose and mouth and put on some makeup under his eyes, which he did.

One of his profs, he’d say his Foreign Literature prof, enters the shop. He forgot until then that the latter was a fellow client of the place: he comes there every morning to take his coffee before his classes start. He apparently has classes on Saturdays too but one thing’s sure: Shuichi doesn’t have classes on Saturdays, so it’s probably not a class with his course.

He gets his usual dose of “how are you” questions from an oblivious younger-than-he-would-like-to-be man, but this time around, he does notice something wrong with his student. Truly, the way Shuichi’s out of breath gives his condition away easily: he may be asthmatic, he’s usually not that desperate for oxygen.

“Bro,” Kaito tells him as he takes off his apron, “ya should go back home. Kaede’ll be here shortly and I’m gonna call Rantaro in so he can take ya place.”

“I’m okay, I’m just…” he rubs his eyes as a perfect way to destroy his credibility. “I’m just a bit sick, nothing too bad. You know I need that salary…”

“Yeah, I know that, but everyone keeps asking ya if ya alright! Nobody wants ya nasty virus in their latte bro! I know ya careful and all, but ya really gotta go back home and rest!”

Shuichi swoons a little but decides to stay up. He’s starting feel a bit too dizzy for this job.

“Rantaro has something very important with his sisters, I can’t disturb him because of some virus… Really, we should leave him alone… I’ll deal with it for the rest of my shift and go back to sleep…”

Kaito seems doubtful, staring at him with quirked eyebrows, then sighs as he sends a text. Shuichi wishes he could read the name of the contact he’s sending this to, or what the message is about, but the phone is too far from him and his vision is already swimming as it is.

“It’s not like Kaede won’t notice anythin’ either, y’know… I have to visit Maki Roll at the hospital, I’ll have to leave ya alone for a few minutes. Ya sure ya really don’t need a ride home?”

“I’m sure. Please tell Maki I wish her a sound recovery from her appendicitis.”

“Will do! Good luck, bro, and don’t hesitate to go back home if ya really don’t feel good, ‘kay?”

“I’ll do that…”

The shop’s activity considerably slows down between two and four in the afternoon. It’s the ideal time for him to take it easy and, most of all, treat to himself for a bit: he grabs the fever reducers hidden in his apron’s pouch, serves himself a coffee (his third of the day, if he’s not mistaken) and gulps down the medicine with his cup of the steaming black liquid.

Usually, Shuichi would have tried cleaning some stuff around while customers didn’t come in, but he feels way too tired to do that. Instead, he decides to sit down on a stool behind the counter and rest for a bit.

While nobody is here, he takes the chance to cough a lung out. He’s been keeping that fit inside for an hour or so by now, it’s only natural of him to finally make that urge exit his system by the only true way he can think of. His chest hurts as if knives teased to stab it from the inside. He’s now sure he has something akin to a bronchitis because God does it starts to hurt in there.

For a while, things seem to calm down, until he feels one particularly violent wave of chills going down his spine. There is a disgusting, strong surge of sweat flowing down his back. It can’t mean much other than him having a fever spike. This isn’t the moment for that, goddammit! Kaede isn’t here yet!

His breathing gets faster and faster as in an attempt to make his condition feel any better than absolute hell. He’s trapped behind the counter, on a chair, because he’ll only fall, if not faint, if he gets up from it. He’s lucky there isn’t a single customer right now, otherwise he’d be beyond screwed. As such, he just hopes for the best and for Kaede to come in soon. His reducers haven’t kicked in yet, but he sure knows he’s not doing well.

His phone vibrates in his pants’ pocket. Shuichi, desperately trying to find something to divert his attention from how bad he’s feeling, takes it out with a shaking hand and looks at the screen… only to notice he can’t even read it. It’s all a juggled mess of pixels.

He realizes how bad this is when, no matter how much he rubs his eyes, the blur stays. This isn’t the LSD screen’s fault: it’s his eyes. They’re unfocused and can’t seem to be able to focus anymore. In fact, he can barely see in front of him. Yet, he gets to reach the thermometer he’s buried inside his bag: perhaps, just perhaps he’ll be able to make out the number on it if he stares at it for long enough.

He hears the entrance’s doorbell ring. Fuck. There’s a customer at the worst moment possible. He gets up from the chair as soon as possible, not caring about the blood rushing to his ears (or, at least, ignoring the discomfort of such a thing as much as possible). He knows the pumps and drawers by heart: he can do this until Kaede arrives and before he can at least go lie down in the staff room.

Shuichi can’t distinguish anything on the customer’s face – at that point it could even be an animal and he wouldn’t know the difference – but the voice makes it clear: they’re a woman with a gentle, muffled voice.

“One medium vanilla frappe, please,” she orders.

“Consider it done…”

He clumsily tries to reach the ice and vanilla ice to make her the drink she’s wanting, but all he ends up doing is finding the actual coffee instead. He tries again, finds the plastic cups and the ice. He smiles a little because this is his special someone’s favourite drink: in fact, it was one of the things he learnt before their first date.

In the end, someone else comes behind him and finishes the drink for him… before drinking it themselves. He recognizes this apron and this method of stealing a drink from his hands: it’s Kaede who has finally arrived. He wishes he could distinguish the expression of her face more clearly than “she doesn’t look happy, I guess?”.

“God, Kaito was right! You’re completely out of it!” she exclaims, a hand on her hip and the other sipping on her frappe. “You didn’t even recognize a workmate!”

“S-sorry… I’m…” he rubs his eyes again. “A bit tired…”

“Yeah, sure, like I’ll believe you. Go lie down, I’ll take care of the orders.”

“My shift hasn’t ended yet, though…”

Shuichi knows very well that, at that point, whatever he’ll tell her will be useless: she just doesn’t care about his weak lies because she sees right through them. Everyone could right this moment, really, but Kaede can read in him like in an open picture book. That’s why he trusts her: she knows what he feels like, so she always tells him what she feels like when he can’t guess it by himself.

But he also knows she hates his little white lies, especially when she can completely see how bad they truly are. She hates it when he doesn’t admit to feeling ill because it happens so frequently: honestly, his health is terrible and he knows it, so he just likes to brush everything under the rug with little to no success.

He can barely tumble back to his chair, so he just sits down there as to wait for the time he’ll feel better. The reducers still haven’t kicked in: he’s probably too far gone. He’ll have to resort to something else to feel better and not completely crumble away at his workplace.

He goes to get the thermometer from the bag he left next to the chair and in the back of counter area. He can barely see Kaede move around as she prepares herself for her own shift. Alone. She should call Rantaro if she needs help, because he clearly won’t be able to do anything better than spill coffee on the ground and maybe himself with it.

As such, he inserts the thermometer in his mouth and waits, for a very short amount of time, for it to beep. He looks at it, stares into the small screen, but he can’t read the numbers. It’s all a mess. Rubbing anything won’t save him: in fact, his vision swims so badly he has no hope of ever knowing what it’s about. As such, he just calls for her with a timid voice. She can read it.

“Kaede…? Can I ask you something…?”

He guesses she turns to him because there is a noticeable pink blur in his field of vision now.

“What’s wrong?” she asks back.

“Can you read the number on there for me…?” he says as he shows her the thermometer in his hands. “I can’t read it…”

A short silence follows. He hears something falling to the ground.

“Oh God.”

Kaede rushes to him and takes the small stick of plastic in her hands. She gasps.

“Shuichi, your fever…! It’s over forty degrees!”

She puts a hand on his forehead, making a notice of how hot it is under her fingers and under his skin.

“I’m calling you an ambulance, you can’t stay at work like that! Why haven’t you told me anything about it?”

“You have a shift and you need money… I couldn’t prevent you from being here…”

She leaves a kiss on his forehead as her phone makes a dial sound. He’s that close to passing out.

“Oh, I’ve told you before to take care of yourself first… Relax now, I’m calling help, you’ll feel better soon…”

He gives her the smallest smile before everything turns black.

When he comes to, Shuichi definitely sees clearer than he did before. That’s a good thing. He also recognizes he’s nowhere near his workplace nor his flat: he has to be at the hospital. Great, he truly needed to be in there for a couple days. This isn’t even sarcasm: he needed someone to bring his ass in a place where his health would actually get taken care of.

At his side, a visibly relieved Kaede. She’s holding his hand: the small squeeze she gives it when she realizes he’s opened her eyes is warm and makes him feel better. She’s here, by this side, even if he essentially worried her beyond her reason.

“You scared us so much…” she whispers as she leaves a kiss on his cheek.

“I’m sick, though, you shouldn’t be kissing me…”

“Who cares! I’m never sick anyway. The doctors have told me it’s not contagious,” she winks.

“And, your shift…?”

“It ended an hour ago. Rantaro and Kaito were watching over you before I arrived. Don’t worry for me.”

Kaede sighs, then pouts. She doesn’t cross her arms: instead, she puts a second hand on his.

“I’ve told you to be careful, geez! You never listen to any of us when it’s about your well-being…”

Her eyes soften. Her glaze is comparable to an angel’s in his eyes.

“But I’ll take care of you anyway. I know you’re easily sick and it’s okay, but don’t overdo it, okay? You work hard already.”

He’ll never get enough of her warm kisses on his forehead.

#danganronpa #drv3 #saimatsu #sickfic #shuichi saihara #kaede akamatsu #kaito momota #otp: clair de lune #fever #illness #fluff

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BMC Miraculous Ladybug AU RP Thing: Into Another World

An RP related to the BMC Miraculous Ladybug AU ( @pika-ace ) and it’s one of the specials where our main seven meet an alternate version of the Miraculous Armada!

(The main sever stir after being sucked into the portal) Leo: Ow.....

Cyber: Everyone alright?

Hound: Yeah.....i guess?

Dasher: Yeah...but it looks like that akuma sent us...nowhere, cause this looks like the place we started

Leo: Yeah...

(They look around, seeming to be in New Jersey) Owl: Something...doesn't feel quite right...

Swan: How? :/c Timber: Everything feels the same to me...

Owl: I can't quite explain it...this...isn't the universe I know...

Owl: I just.....have this strange feeling.....that something or someone is present in this world.....that wasn’t from our universe.... (Meanwhile in an apartment, the alternate Joe is passed out on his desk, papers of drafts for songs laying all around) (Then he jerks awake when his phone vibrated)

Alt Joe: Wha...? *looks at his phone*

(It was a text from Alternate Eric) Alt Eric: *text* Everyone, please come to our usual spot immediately, we;ll explain later.

Alt Joe: *frowns* What on earth could have happened to need everyone?

(Later on, Alternate Owl, Swan, Timber, Coral, Natura, and Tiger, all meet up with Alternate Cyber and Leo on a rooftop) Alt Coral: What's going on Eel Dad and Lion Bro?

Alt Leo: This may sound cheesy, but we've felt a disturbance in the force. (Alt Cyber sighs)

Alt Leo: Whaaat?? >:/ Alt Cyber: *sighs* Indeed, some presence from another world has appeared in ours.

Alt Cyber: We called you all here to be on guard; we have no idea if this is an akuma or something bigger

Alt Leo: Yeah, cause if WE'RE feeling something's off, then SOMETHING'S off! >:(

Alt Tiger: So what do we do if we find this *makes air quotes* disturbance?

Alt Leo: If it's an akuma, we fight it, of course. But if it's something else, umm......we fight it, i think.....or investigate it! :/ Alt Natura: Ya know, for an immortal guardian, you KINDA act like this is your first time being a Miraculous Holder. -_-'

Alt Leo: Shut up! Alt Cyber: And also, let us and the others know where they are; something tells me that we may all need to be here for this, and I'm not taking any chances

Alt Timber: Sure! I won't mind an all armada beat down against this thing! >:3

Alt Swan: Yeah...hopefully it's nothing too big though...

(Meanwhile with the main seven, they wonder around the alternate version of New Jersey)

Owl: This just feels so bizarre...it's the same and yet...so very different

Cyber: Yeah...

(They keep wondering around the city until Cyber spots some figures jumping through rooftops)

Cyber: Did you see that? Dasher: See what? Leo: I saw it!

Dasher: Saw what?! (Leo points to the figures jumping around the rooftops) Dasher: Oooooh! Now i see it!

Hound: Do we follow?

Cyber: I guess?

Swan: What could happen? (They leap up after them)

(Meanwhile with the alternate Holders, they leap through the rooftops, looking for anything that could be the source to that disturbance)

Alt Tiger: What kinda thing do you think it'll be this time Fawn?

Alt Natura: Considering how Cyber wanted the ENTIRE armada to beat down this THING, i'm gonna say either a REALLY powerful akuma or maybe some kind of being from another universe came to ours!

Alt Tiger: Oooh that's something I can get behind! >:3

Alt Natura: Me too, cause i'm excited to show them *serious persona* thy wrath of nature's goddess! >:) Alt Timber: Ugh, you and your little persona thing... -_-

(Just then, Leo stops, his ears twitching)

Alt Cyber: What is it?

Alt Leo: I hear something...

(His ears perk up, listening to whatever sound he hears)

Alt Leo: Uhhh... Alt Cyber: What? Alt Leo: This is weird, cause I hear...us..over there... *points behind them*

(The alternate Holders turn around and look behind them)

(The real holders stop and stare at the new group with wide eyes) Leo: ...Well...this is new...

Alt Timber: Who....the fuck....are they...?!

Timber: We could ask you the same thing!

Alt Natura: Is it wrong that i find the dude in that Weasel suit adorable? 0_0

Hound: *blinks at alt Tiger and Natura* Hold the fuck up...Jane?! Kirsty?! Is that you?!

Alt Natura: *eyes widened* H-How the fuck did he know our true identities?!

Alt Tiger: Does this mean we have to kill them?! Leo: You sounded WAY too eager about that, and WHEN the HELL were you two Miraculous Holders?!

Alt Natura: Umm.....for a long time now, i lost count on the exact numbers. :/ Swan: *blinks at alt Timber* Wait....B-Brother?!

(Alt Timber blinks and glances between the two Swans) Alt Timber: Okay, I am VERY confused!

Alt Coral: We're ALL confused Wolfman! XS

Dasher: Ahh! Coral's a dude! What happened?! Alt Cyber: This is a bigger disturbance than we thought...

janethepegasus Alt Coral: Hey! Don't judge me and my swim suit costume! Ya Lin Manuel-wannabe! >:(

Dasher: *softly* Funny you should say that... Hound: Dasher, no! Alt Leo: *blinks* The Weasel Miraculous?! We didn't give that one to anyone, did we?! Alt Cyber: No, same with the Dog Miraculous.

Alt Owl: *looks at Owl* W-Why is there copy of me?! 0~0

Owl: I KNEW there was something different about this place...

Alt Leo and Leo: You did?! (Both Leos look at each other) Leo: Hey! I was gonna say that!

Alt Leo: Well duh, I was gonna say it! Cyber: Leo, please...

Alt Cyber: Leo, please stop... -_- Alt Leo: Whaaaat?! He started it! >:(

Cyber: This whole situation is already enough of a migraine waiting to happen, we don't need either of you making it worse

(Both Leos pout) Alt Leo and Leo: FINE

Owl: Anyway, my children, I believe we've stumbled upon some kind of alternate universe of sorts

Hound: *sarcasm* Oh, what gave you THAT idea?!

Owl: Don't you take that tone with me, young man! >:( Timber: Hound, be nice to Owl Dad.

(Hound rolls his eyes)

Alt Cyber: I certainly hope I'm right in assuming that you aren't here to cause any malice in this city.

Owl: We're not. We wouldn't do any sort of harm to anyone in this city.

Alt Cyber: Good, then maybe once we straighten all this out we can find the cause of...all this.

Leo: All of what?

Alt Leo: You being here and that disturbance in the universe we felt

Owl: *eyes widened* W-What....?

Hound: Okay that's weird, since our Owl Dad here said the same thing about the universe feeling weird... Owl: Yes...only guardians are that in tune with the universe...

Alt Leo: Yeah, we pretty much KNOW the universe we live in. So if something disturbs the balance of it, we KNOW something isn't right!

Leo: Wait...so does that mean... *points between Alt Cyber and Leo* are you two....?! Alt Cyber: Yes, we are the guardians of the Miraculous

Alt Leo: And we lived MUCH longer than any other human in this world! Not that we're bragging or anything ;)c

Leo: ....Whoa..... Owl: Well, from one guardian to another, it’s good to meet you, particularly since I’ve never met another guardian

Alt Cyber: Same with you. Alt Leo: Nice to meet ya fellow guardian! <3

Alt Owl: Wait, IM the guardian in your Universe?!

Owl: Indeed. Alt Owl: .....That sounds WAY cooler than just being a writer! :/

Hound: Does anyone else wanna just sit down somewhere and compare universes? Cause I kinda do :3c

Alt Coral: Sure! Why not? :3c

(They all go to Eric and Jeremy's apartment) Timber: *to Cyber* Guess my alternate self's not home, too bad

Cyber: *to Timber* I guess....if your alternate self even lives here at all....

Alt Cyber: Sorry for asking, but who are you under the Wolf Miraculous? I'm a bit curious as to who you chose for it; maybe we know you.

Timber: O-Oh! You....want me to transform back?

Alt Cyber: No, just...tell me your name. I think all of us transforming back would just end up being incredibly confusing.

Timber: A-Alright then.....*ahem* My name is Jordan Ellis-Williams. O-Or just Jordan Ellis.

Alt Cyber: .......Sorry, but I don't know any Jordan Ellis. Cyber: W-What...?

Alt Cyber: If i passed by anyone who had your name....i just didn't noticed them.

Cyber: But...that's...h-how could you not know him? H-He's my...our best friend! He's everything to us, there's no way you could just...not know him, i-it's not possible!

Alt Cyber: I'm afraid so. I...do apologize if this upsets you.

Cyber: No, I'm sorry, it's just...Jordan has been such a big part of my life... *takes Timber's hand* It's just...very hard to imagine life without him... (Alt Cyber glances at their hands and sees their rings)

Alt Cyber: ....Are....you two....married? Alt Leo: *softly* Does that mean they're gay or something? :/c

Timber and Cyber: NO!! Timber: Well, yeah, we ARE married- Cyber: But it's platonic; Jordan may be bisexual but I'm straight, so, yes, it's a platonic marriage

Alt Cyber: ......I was not aware you can get married platonically. Alt Leo: So like....it's like marrying your best friend? :/c

Alt Tiger: Yep! That's a thing! Marriage doesn't mean love it mostly means living together forever! Hound: Some things never change XD

Alt Leo: .....Does this mean I get to marry Michael? :3c

Alt Tiger: If you really want to! X3c (Leo and Hound blush) Alt Leo: *to Hound* Whoa, hey, I didn't recognize ya at first! Michael!! You got a Miraculous?

Hound: Well yeah! MY Leo gave it to me! Before i knew who he was under the mask of course! ;)c

Leo: Speaking of non-holders being holders, Jane and Kirsty aren't holders in our universe either

Alt Natura: Oh really? How come? :/c

Leo: *shrugs* I dunno, just didn't happen, I guess. Hound: You two are usually our damsels in distress of the week. Seriously, your track record with getting in trouble with akuma's is...record breaking.

(Alt Natura face palms) Alt Tiger: Really?

Swan: Yeah...we have to save you a lot...

Alt Natura: .....I'm not gonna question WHY it happens at this point. -_-

Alt Timber: Speaking of which.... *looks at Timber* Never expected a big guy like you would wear this *gestures his suit* big hunk of fur on ya.

Timber: Yeah...although it's pretty disorienting seeing YOU of all people here... *everyone looks at Alt Timber uneasily*

Alt Timber: Why ya say that? >:/

Owl: To put it simply...in our universe...you hold the Raven Miraculous, not the Wolf. In our universe, you are our enemy, Raven Claw.

Alt Timber: *tenses* I'm....Raven Claw in your world?! And not that....snarky, manipulative, BITCH Vincent?!

Leo: Whoa Vincent? Why does that name sound familiar...?

Alt Cyber: Vincent....the current holder of the Raven Miraculous in our world.....has been abusing it's power for his own gain for quite some time now... Alt Leo: Last time we checked, he might have some prisoners trapped in his lair....

Leo: Prisoners...*blinks* Oh god...oh god NO!! Alt Leo: What? Leo: *scared* How many prisoners?! Are there three?! Three men?!

Alt Leo: Yeah.....three guys are trapped in his lair....the only thing i can recall of them is that they're blue, green, and purple....and that's about it.

(Leo turns pale and staggers back a bit at the thought of the three of them in the hands of Vincent of all people) Leo: No...no...

Cyber: Leo...? Leo: NONONONONONONONONONONONONO!!!!!

Cyber: Whoa, Leo, son, calm down! *he holds onto him* Leo: Vincent...Vincent was Virus Cy! VIRUS has them and he has magic and he has Max, Philip, and Sebastian! He has them!!

Alt Leo: Woah, guess you guys faced YOUR version of Vincent before.

Cyber: Yes, but he was a one-time event, a VERY DANGEROUS one-time event. And if he's Raven Claw here...

Cyber: ....Oh god.....he's probably done MUCH more horrible things than OUR Raven Claw...!

Owl: Indeed; our Raven Claw takes hostages, not prisoners. Back in our universe, Vincent was akumatized due to his envy of those three brothers, and imagining them in the hands of Vincent when he's being consumed by the evil magic of the Raven Miraculous...those poor boys...

Alt Leo: Yeah....Our Raven Claw is VERY vicious, he would go ALL out on us and i bet he won't stop until one or all of us are DEAD.

Alt Coral: Trust me, that bitch had his claws INCHES away from slicing my head off! Alt Coral: .....Thank god i LIVED.

Leo: Oh god...Max...Philip...Sebastian...no no no... Alt Leo: Uh...I guess you know those three?

Leo: Yeah! They were my babysitters when i was a little kid!

Leo: How do you not...oh yeah... Alt Leo: Yeah....when you're immortal, you don't need babysitters. Hell, Cy's pretty much been my babysitter for as long as we've been alive

Alt Cyber: Yes it is true. Since even though you're just as old as me, you STILL act like child and do stupid things!

Alt Leo: Well excuse me! >:( Alt Swan: Wait...if...Spam is Raven Claw... *looks at normal Swan* You're his brother in your universe...does that mean...? (Swan looks away sadly)

Alt Swan: Oh.....Oh god..... Alt Timber: *puts his hand on Alt Swan's shoulder* Good lord...poor kid....

Swan: It's okay...I've...made peace with it by this point...just because he's my brother...that won't stop me from taking him down...

Alt Timber: *softly to himself* Note to self, don't lay a single claw on the other version of your younger brother, cause that might.....trigger some things.....i think.

Alt Coral: *trying to change the subject* Uh...what about me? What am I like in your universe?

Hound: Oh! Um....you're just....a guy.....that does things......At least you were akumaized once. :/ Alt Coral: ......Tell the other version me to become the THIRD damsel in distress! Alt Coral: Cause if I'M involved in Akuma stuff, HE has to as well! >:(

(Alt Cyber and Leo take a sip of water) Leo: Well, our buddy Gavin had to save you once, as Inferno Wing. He's a badass phoenix. (Alt Cyber chokes on his water and Alt Leo does a spit take)

Alt Cyber and Alt Leo: WHAT?!

Leo: O_O What? Alt Leo: DID YOU SAY PHOENIX?! AS IN THE MYTHICAL PHOENIX MIRACULOUS?!

Leo: Uhhh.....yeah?

Alt Cyber: You...You FOUND it?! AND you found a suitable holder for it?!

Hound: Yeah! And we found the other four Mythical Miraculouses too! Leo: We had search the WHOLE world just to find them all!

(Alt Cyber and Leo look like the universe has just been changed before their eyes) Alt Leo: ...oh my god...holy shit...oh my god... Alt Cyber: They're really out there...after all this time...they're out there...

Owl: I can assume you didn't know they were out there, did you?

Alt Cyber: After they disappeared we...we thought the worst! We focused on keeping the other Miraculous safe and hoped that the Mythical ones wouldn't fall into Raven's hands, but now...! Now if we can find them...! Alt Leo: We can kick Raven's ass!!

Alt Tiger: Woah *to the other holders* So there's five of them?! Dasher: Yep! They're the Dragon, Phoenix, Griffon, Nine Tailed Fox, and Unicorn Miraculouses! They're VERY powerful! Alt Coral: .....Holy shit they're the Legendaries of the Miraculous! 0_0

Timber: Yeah; it was an ordeal, but we split up and went traveling and managed to find them all\

Alt Natura: ......Now i'm kinda excited for when WE do it ourselves! :3c

Alt Tiger: Yeah! Going on a worldwide mission just to find the Mythical Miraculous! >:3

Alt Cyber: Well, I think that about wraps it up for universe differences. Now, we should probably figure out how you got here and find a way to send you back

Leo: Oh! That's.....kinda easy? Cause....an akuma sent us here!

Hound: Yeah, our Raven's akumas kinda have a THING for alternate dimensions or pocket dimensions; we just gotta beat up the akuma and poof!

Alt Natura: ....Huh, we kinda had OUR fair share of pocket dimensions from time to time but.....really? YOUR Raven Claw does this kind of thing A LOT with his akumas? 0_0 Alt Coral: Didn't knew Alternate Spammy boy had a thing for a vacation in another world -3-

Leo: Yeah, and we've had quite a few romps through YOUR head because of it, Jane.

Alt Natura: O_O You....you...what?!

Hound: Yep. Akumas that for whatever reason chose YOU to drag us through dreams, thoughts, fanfics, and whatever, and I'm shocked we don't have grey hairs from the weird-ass shit we've been through in there!

Alt Natura: HEY! Don't judge ME for what goes on in MY brain! I don't even wanna know WHY they chose me for y'all to go through MY mind! I got some creative space in my head and you ain't judging it! >:(

Swan: *softly* I liked the My Little Pony cartoon crossover...

Alt Natura: *looks at Swan with wide eyes* You saw.....Sonic X-Over?! My large fictional world where EVERY fictional media exists in one world?! 0_0 Swan: *shrinks* Um.....y-yes....? Alt Natura: *slowly looks at Alt Cyber* ....Is there a pillow nearby?

(Alt Cyber hands her a pillow from the couch)

(She holds onto it, and then she covers her face with the pillow and screams loudly into it)

Alt Swan: Now I'm kinda curious about this... :/c

Alt Natura: *peeks from the pillow* IF YA WANT ME TO MAKE A 50+ PAGE ESSAY ABOUT THE LORE AND STUFF ABOUT IT, BE MY GUEST. *hides back in the pillow* Alt Swan: ....Ooooookay then....0_0'

Alt Cyber: Aaaaaanyway, what does this akuma look like? The one who sent you here?

Leo: Umm.....he looked like....some tall.....dark dude....who wore like this....weird hybrid of Darth Vader and anime villain clothes.....and he had this obsidian stone on his chest, and he had like...this deep tone. I-It was like a second villain for us or something!

Alt Cyber: Alright, that shouldn't be too hard to spot; hopefully Raven Claw doesn't send another akuma our way while we look

Alt Leo: Yeah! The LAST thing we need is a little akuma blocking our way of getting you guys home!

(They all take to the city and look for the akuma)

(Meanwhile in Alt Raven Claw's lair...)

Alt Raven: Well well well, this is a surprise. Two Leos, two Cybers, two Owls and two Swans; twice the vermin

Alt Raven: Even with the increased numbers of heroes, it still won't matter to me, as long as I get what i desire!

(He glances behind him where the trinity is chained to the wall, all three of them barely awake) Alt Raven: Maybe this time they'll have the guts to come for you; not like they care. They don't even know you, after all.

Alt Raven: *walks towards them* If they do manage to try to save you, i won't let them take you all away. *looks at Max* especially you~ *brushes his hand on Max's cheek*

Max: *weakly moves away* ...fuck off...

Alt Raven: Oh i won't....you and your two brothers are in my grasp for the rest of your lifes.....well....unless those Miraculous Holders barge in and take you away from me.....but i won't let that happen....

(The three brothers slump weakly as Raven Claw walks back to his perch, watching the holders)

Alt Raven: It'll be interesting to mess with these....new holders.....i don't even care that they're from another world, i just wanna see how far i can go to make them break into my hands... >:)

(Back with the holders, Leo slows to a stop as Raven Claw's lair is seen in the distance)

Alt Leo: *softly* I can see it...!

Leo: *softly* Max...Philip...Sebastian...I...I can't leave them in there with HIM...!

(Suddenly, Leo starts to pick up the pace, his eyes locked on Raven Claw's lair)

Cyber: Leo?! Where are you going?! (In the lair) Alt Raven: Well look at that! *glances at the trinity* Someone cares for you after all!

Philip: *weakly* W-What...?

Alt Raven: *ignores him* Is this my Leo or the other Leo? It must be the other; MY Leo would never be this reckless; now I wonder...what kind of holders am I dealing with? >:3c

(Back with the holders, Leo is running towards Raven Claw's lair) Alt Coral: *looks at everyone* Well don't just STAND there! Catch that kid! *runs after him*

Cyber: Leo, get back here! Leo: Just hang on guys...I'm coming!

(The Miraculous Holders chase after Leo, following right behind him)

(Leo reaches the lair and burst through the door and starts looking for the trinity)

Leo: GUYS!! WHERE ARE YOU?! WHERE THE FUCK DID THAT BIRD BRAIN TOOK YOU?!?!

(Leo runs upstairs just as the others reach the lair) Alt Leo: Geez, am I this reckless too??

Cyber: Oh you don't even know the HALF of it! -_-

(Leo bound up the stairs on all fours until he reaches the tower and sees the trinity chained to the wall)

Leo: GUYS!!

(Leo runs up to them and scales the wall and starts hacking at the chains with his claws)

Max: *weakly* Who....?

Leo: Oh yeah, you don't know me, but I know YOU guys!! And I'm getting you out of here!

Philip: *weakly* Th-Thank you.....so much.....

Leo: No problem! ???: Oh I wouldn't thank him yet. *Alt Raven descends and hovers before the trinity and Leo* You haven't even gotten onto the ground yet.

Leo: *turns and glares at Alt Raven* You...! >:(

Alt Raven: Yes me, though I don't believe we've formally met. After all, you aren't MY Leo

Leo: Well i certainly know the you from MY world! And you were a PAIN to deal with when YOU turned into an akuma! >:(

Alt Raven: Oh, I was akumatized in your world? That's it? Oh, I got a MUCH better bargain here!

Leo: Yeah, like making the alternate versions of MY BABYSITTERS your prisoners?!

Alt Raven: *small gasp* Your babysitters? Oh how SWEET! *pinches Alt Max's cheek* I didn't think you were type that was good with kids; you surprise me every day!

Max: *weakly* Get the fuck away from me....!

Leo: STOP IT!! *leaps at Alt Raven with his claws*

(Alt Raven dodges)

(He grabs Leo by the tail and holds him upside down) Alt Raven: You really didn't think it'd be that easy, did you?

Leo: *struggles* PUT ME DOWN!!

Alt Raven: I'm dissappointed; surely you've fought with your Raven Claw before, I expected you to be smarter than that. (spins him around by the tail and throws him straight up into the air before flying up and grabbing him by the neck)

Leo: ACK!

Alt Raven: Ugh, pitiful. ???: PUT HIM DOWN!! (Cyber and the others enter the tower)

Alt Raven: Oh THERE you all are! I was wondering if you all stayed back for me to SLAUGHTER this little kitty cat of yours! >:)

Alt Leo: Put the other me down! And quite calling me Kitty cat!! >:(

Alt Raven: Well, HE tried to set my prisoners free! And i won't let ANYONE take them away from me... *tightens his grip on Leo's neck*

(Leo chokes and pedals his feet) (Everyone gets ready to fight)

Alt Timber: This wolf is ready to tear apart this bird into PIECES! >:(

(Both Swans draw their swords and fly up to strike)

(They slash their swords at Alt Raven)

(Raven dodges while still somehow holding onto Leo) Alt Raven: Now that's more like it! >:)

Alt Timber: Oh is THAT what you want eh? *unsheathes claws* Then we'll show ya! *to Timber* Let's beat this bitch to the ground! >:(

Timber: Never thought I'd say this to you, but HELL YEAH!! *they jump up and join the fight*

(Both Timbers slash their claws on Alt Raven)

Owl: *gestures to the trinity* Let's get those three down!

Alt Owl: Yeah!

(The two Owls, Hound, and Alt Leo, and Alt Coral, Tiger and Natura hack at the chains, while the two Cybers join the fight)

Alt Natura: Just stay still, we'll get you down! (Alt Tiger uses her claws to hack the chains)

(They eventually break through and gently catch them before lowering them to the ground)

Alt Owl: Now they're free! Owl: Almost, we need to get them out of Raven Claw's clutches!

Alt Coral: You three still with us?

(The trinity stir)

Alt Tiger: Hey, can you hear us?

Max: ......Erk......are......are we free.......?

Alt Coral: Almost! Though we took longer than we probably should have...

Alt Coral: Heh heh.....sorry made you guys wait longer than we should have..... Alt Natura: We should've saved you as soon as we found out...

Alt Tiger: But we got you now! And we're not letting you go

Philip: .....Thank.....you......

(The two Owls and Alt Coral carry them, being the biggest and head for the exit) Owl: *to the others* We got them! Let's go!

Alt Cyber: Almost! *sends a large thunder shock to Alt Raven, which hits and causes him to let go of Leo*

(Cyber catches him and Leo coughs) Cyber: You stupid boy...

Dasher: Alright, NOW we got everybody! Let's go!

(They give Alt Raven one last hit before making a break for it) Alt Tiger: He's NOT gonna be happy when he finds his favorite prisoners gone!

Alt Natura: Yeah, and we'll make sure he doesn't re-capture them again!

Alt Cyber: That won't be easy; he's relentless!! Hound: Uh, we might have an idea of how to fix that, but let's get away first! *they run out of the lair*

(They run out of the lair and leap towards the rooftops, going far away from Raven's lair)

Alt Natura: Should we take them to a hospital? Alt Leo: No, that'll be the first place he'll look! We'll take them back to our place!

Alt Timber: Good idea!

(They run to Alt Cyber and Leo's apartment and put the trinity in a room to rest)

Alt Leo: *sighs* Now with that out of the way.....NOW we'll focus on finding that akuma and getting you all home!

Leo: Yeah, and by the way, hear me out on this...since those three are pretty much on your Raven's hit-list...maybe you should make them holders

(Alt Cyber and Alt Leo’s eyes widened) Alt Leo: Wait, really?! Alt Cyber: A-Are you sure? After everything they went through?!

Cyber: It sounds unconventional but...they went through almost the same thing in our universe. Virus wasn't going to stop hunting them, and they only way to protect them and for them to protect themselves, was by making them holders. Leo: We kinda did it without our guardian's permission though... Hound: Unless they're meant to be the Jane and Kirsty of YOUR universe and get kidnapped/held hostage every other week

Alt Natura and Alt Tiger: HEY!! >:(

Alt Cyber: That...does seem to be the safest option... Alt Leo: Yeah, then we don't have to keep an eye on them all the time

(Alt Cyber and Alt Leo head towards the shelf where they keep all their Miraculous and open all the shelves that hold the Miraculous)

Leo: *softly* I can't wait to see which ones they pick for them...

(After a while, Alt Cyber and Alt Leo come back, holding the Grasshopper, Shark, and Sheep Miraculous)

Alt Cyber: I suppose once they recover, we'll see if they're willing to do this Alt Tiger: Woo! New teammates!

Alt Natura: Yeah! :D

Alt Timber: And while we wait for that, let's find us an akuma!

Hound: Yeah!

(They all head out again; eventually, they manage to spot the akuma)

Dasher: There He is!

Alt Tiger: Charge! >:D

(All the Miraculous Holders charge towards against the Akuma, but as soon as they got close, the Akuma sends out a wave of darkness towards them, knocking them back)

Alt Leo: OW! Not cool!

Obsidian: Why hello there Miraculous Holders, good to see you all...

Obsidian: I see you've made some new friends from this universe

Leo: No shit Sherlock!

Hound: As cool as this has been, we wanna go home, thanks!

Alt Coral: Yeah, Mr. Edgy McEdgyson has the train to get back to Normalvile for these guys!

Dasher: Yeah, so let's get that akuma already!! (They start to fight)

(They gave it everything they got against the Akuma, while dodging the Akuma’s powerful attacks)

(Eventually, both Cybers blast Obsidian with a double lightning blast and both Leo's jump on him and find the akuma)

Leo: Where is it? Where is it?!

Alt Leo: Here!! *grabs it and throws it to Alt Tiger who smashes it*

(A black bird flies out)

(Cyber purifies it and stops before restoring the damage)

Cyber: *sighs* Thank you.....for helping us...

Leo: Good luck on your own Miraculous journey

Alt Leo: It was nice seeing you all! Alt Cyber: Agreed. Alt Natura: Big group hug before you go? :3

Hound: Aww sure!

(They all gather around for a group hug)

Alt Tiger: Miraculous fam stays fam throughout all universes! X3c

Owl: *chuckles* Agreed, no matter who holds the Miraculous and who is the guardian, we are all family! :)

(They eventually break the hug)

Alt Coral: *starts to tear up* Oh god....I’m gonna miss you guys! :’(

Dasher: Same here!

Alt Natura: *to Cyber and Leo* Make sure our alternate versions of ourselves in your world stay safe! Hopefully :/

Leo: Aw don't worry, we may act annoyed, but we love 'em

Alt Tiger: Aww! <3

Alt Timber: *to Swan* Hey, I don't say this too often, but kick my other self's ass real good for me, okay?

Swan: I will! And I’ll make it EXTRA hard! Just for you! ;)

Alt Timber: That's my other dimensional little brother! :)

Swan: Heh heh! <3

Cyber: Thank you again. Now...Restore the Damage!

(Cyber releases a ring of electricity and they vanish from their world) Alt Natura: I’m gonna miss them... ;(

Alt Tiger: Me too... :(

Alt Coral: We all do man, we all do... ;(

(Meanwhile, the originals end up back in their city) Owl: *closes his eyes and feels the air* Ah, now THIS is the universe I recognize

Leo: Woo! We’re back! :D

Hound: Home sweet home!

Dasher: Yep! <3

(Just then they see the trinity walking down the sidewalk) Sebastian: Hey guys! You just poofed outta nowhere! Fight an akuma? Leo: GUYS!! :D *he transforms back and glomps all three of them*

Philip: Woah! Max: Hey! What’s with the hug kid?!

Jeremy: Aw man, we went to some weird alternate dimension and I REALLY missed you guys!!

Sebastian: You did?!

Jeremy: Yeah! Raven Claw had captured you guys, Cy and I were hundreds of years old, Kirsty and Jane were holders, and it...it was SO weird but awesome at the same time!

(The Trinity blinked) Philip: Um... O_O Sebastian: We were captured?! D:

Jeremy: Yeah, cause get this; in that universe, Raven Claw...was Vincent!

Trinity: WHAT?!

Jeremy: I know right???

Philip: V-Vincent as Raven Claw?! Good....Good lord, that’s horrifying! O_O

Max: Great, I'm NEVER sleeping again now!

Max: Thanks a LOT kid -_-

Jeremy: Aw c'mon, he's Raven Claw that means he CONSTANTLY loses! Plus, when we left, we had saved you AND Cy's alternate self was gonna give you Miraculous!

Sebastian: Oh, really? :0c

Jeremy: Yeah! So don't worry, you guys are fine over there!

Philip: Well....good to know.

Jeremy: Yeah... *hugs them again* Feels like it's been forever since I've hugged you guys...

Sebastian: Awww, Jere-Bear! *hugs back*

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Why I’m Going to see Tenet in Connecticut

Hi there! I think the title of this blog post is pretty self-explanatory, but I want to make sure that this doesn’t mean that I’m explaining my decision to justify it to anyone who happens to be reading this or to try to convince you to do something as potentially irresponsible, crazy or unsafe. Far from it. I just know that there’s gonna be someone out there who starts attacking me or ridiculing me or otherwise just because I made this decision... or more likely, everyone on #FilmTwitter will just ignore me like they always do.

Warning: Part of this post goes into RANT LEVEL ORANGE. It was written free-form with no editing as with some of my 30 Minute Experiments. I won’t be taking questions.

If you have been reading what I’ve been writing on this blog over the past five months then you already know how I feel about New York Governor Cuomo and his dismissive nature about reopening movie theaters despite feeling it’s safe enough to open schools, gyms, museums, resume high contact sports and all sorts of other things that people enjoy. But movies? It’s not even that he’s gone on a rant about high risk it is like some of my colleagues (who obviously know so much better than scientists, experts, and I dunno... people who studied contact tracing and the spread of COVID to be more informed about these things). No, he just didn’t mention movie theaters at all... well, actually, twice. Once was when he was announcing counties of New York opening in Phase 4, supposedly the final phase of the phased reopening, when he mentioned that movie theaters wouldn’t reopen but again a few weeks ago when directly asked about the press.

No, movie theaters aren’t open in New York City or New York State despite having the lowest infection rate in the country. I mean, even California has started to figure things out and the majority of that state still has 6 - 8% infection rate. It’s in the midst of the pandemic and doesn’t have it in its rear view mirror.

So yes, one of the reasons I’m going to CT to see Tenet is as a big middle finger to Governor Cuomo and also in some ways to Mayor DiBlasio for not standing up to him. Every other decision Cuomo has made -- schools, gyms, etc -- he’s allowed it to be at the discretion of the counties or in the case of NYC, it should be the mayor, but he continually feels like he needs to punish ALL of New York City residents cause of a “few bad eggs.” (Wait, wasn’t that Chainsmokers concert on Long Island where all your rich friends hang out, Gov?)

But enough about Cuomo. Yes, part of my decision to see Tenet in a movie theater as soon as possible is selfish, because I have been waiting for it for a long time, and so I’ve been anxious to see it. And I know that if I try to wait until Cuomo gets his stick out of his butt, one of these sites is gonna spoil something in a headline or someone is gonna make a casual tweet spoiling something, and yes, that would ruin my enjoyment of the whole mystery behind the movie. I was able to get through opening weekend of Avengers: Endgame without spoiling stuff, but I won’t be so lucky twice.

And yes, my selfishness is probably as much about having to sit at my computer watching movies for the last five months. I mean, I’m sitting at my computer so much during the course of the day, that I’ve had to shut it down and turn on the TV and watch whatever’s on. I’ve really gotten into the ABC summer game shows. Every once in a while, I’ll get a Vimeo screener that I can watch on my TV and I can maybe try to focus in a way I can’t when my laptop is open and there’s so many distractions. But I miss distraction-free movie watching.

Even one of my most-anticipated movies of the year -- not Tenet, but Disney’s Mulan -- I’ve had to watch on my computer screen just last night and about halfway through, I just couldn’t do it anymore. I was enjoying the movie and you’ll see from my review(s) that I kind of love it, but it’s just not the same experience of shutting off the rest of the world and just sitting in a theater enjoying a movie. The funny thing is that in the ‘90s (and even now) I’m way more into music and I’m not even THINKING about when I might be able to see a concert again. I have a lot of tickets for 2021 shows that were once 2020 shows.

So yeah, getting out of my apartment, going to a theater, and just sitting in there for 2 to 3 hours to get away from the world? I’ll take my risks that with a 1 in 100 chance of encountering anyone in a state with a sub-1% infection rate, the 30 people in my theater aren’t all hacking up COVID into the air via “aerosoles.” (I’m seriously ready to spit in the face of the next person who cites aerosoles, and fortunately, it will just mean a gob of spit on my laptop screen that I’ll have to clean off.I won’t have to spend the 30 minutes sanitizing it like they’re doing at most movie theaters since I’m the only person who touches the thing... there’s an obvious joke to make here. I’ll resist because I’m already deemed “toxic” by someone whose name won’t be mentioned.)

But there’s a lot more to me watching Tenet than me revisiting my punk roots or being selfish. I mean, if i had to watch it on a screener, I probably would but I know that I just won’t enjoy it as much.

Last week, I spoke out about the public shaming and attacks being made against anyone who felt that they want to return to movie theaters, and especially against Warner Bros. and Christopher Nolan for not offering the movie in drive-ins or sending screeners to critics in movie theaters-less areas. I won’t get into that again, except to say that Nolan did not shoot anyone 7 times in the back. He made a movie and he gave people a choice: “You either decide that it’s safe enough to go to a movie theater to watch it or you don’t see it, and you wait until you’re comfortable or it’s on HBO Max or whatever.”

You were given a choice. In fact, you’re ALWAYS given a choice... except when a governor decides that he’s going to make the decisions for you by keeping movie theaters closed even after all his speeches about “reopening the valve,” “phased reopenings,” etc. He did an amazing job getting New York out of the things but now he’s being just as political and egoistic as Trump. When you can just write executive orders to get your way, why bother with everyone else that we’ve elected for the State Senate and Assembly? Are they just sitting at home twiddling their thumbs? Have they been secretly furloughed? No, a few of them have spoken up including a few in Albany itself... but I ... won’t steal Peter David’s schtick by digressing...

I’ve already had people yelling at me about my stance on this with everything from “You might kill others” (sure, if I actually have COVID and don’t wear a mask or social distance) to “think of the poor movie theater employees”... oh, you mean the ones who have been out of work and have no income and even less with the pandemic unemployment being cut off? Okay, let’s get to them because more of my decision is about them than myself.

I was mostly unemployed when COVID hit and I would be struggling if I didn’t get UI (unemployment insurance) but I can only imagine what some of the people who work at theaters are going through. I mean, my local theater the Metrograph, I absolutely love the staff there. They are fucking top-notch and the way that theater is run should be a blueprint for EVERY SINGLE ARTHOUSE THEATER IN THE COUNTRY. Sure, they’re all insanely young and good looking but they’re also truly nice and good people, still eager and excited about the world and not quite as cynical as we get once we turn 30.

But this isn’t just about the youngsters, no. I want to talk about another regular theater I go to called the Village 7 in the East Village. This used to be the WORST THEATER IN THE CITY (and that’s saying something). I mean, every time I went there in the early ‘00s as a film critic was a horrible experience. The place was dirty, poorly maintained and it was a disaster. They’ve since renovated and remodeled and it’s actually a really nice and comfortable place to see a movie to the point where I’ve started going there more than the Kips Bay theater which is about 20 minutes further North by bus. But the important thing about mentioning Village 7 is that if you go there during the week, there are two elderly ladies, one at concessions and one taking tickets. I have to say that both are probably in their 60s... and (I’m not making this up) THEY’VE BOTH BEEN THERE FOR 3 DECADES!! They are lifers who stuck through the theater’s worst and came out the other side with jobs and now 5 1/2 months after COVID hit, I have no idea how they’re doing either physically, health-wise or financially without having jobs. Who knows if they’re being taken care of and whether they’ll be back if/when the movie theater reopens.

So my decision is just as much about the theater workers, many who actually like their job and try to do a good job, because there are a lot of them despite all the disparaging comments about theater workers by many of my friends and colleagues.

To me, it really hurts seeing some people I genuinely and truly like, and even some of my closest and dearest friends, taking this opportunity to stand on a soapbox and rail against movie theaters reopening and movies like Tenet in particularly just because... let’s face it.... THEY’RE SCARED.

I said from the very beginning of this pandemic that the worst thing that one can fear is fear itself. I didn’t make up those words. They were uttered by possibly one of the country’s greatest Presidents who had to come into office in the middle of one of the country’s worst financial crises with a second and more blood world war about a decade on the horizon still. But he was right, and i know this from experience. The worst thing you can do for anyone at this point in the pandemic (especially if you live in New York) is to still be cowering at home and boosting the media’s fear-mongering and pushing an anti-movie-theater narrative, as if you think that will save lives. (The funniest moment in the last couple weeks is when one critic claimed that they were railing against my pro-movie-theater-reopening stance because they cared and were worried about ME. Yeah, right, dude. We have never had a conversation outside of a junket and not even in the past few years. What a laugh.)

I don’t want to be cold or callous about this but my central TENET (har har) has always been that everyone should be allowed to do what they want and believe what they want AS LONG AS THEY DON’T HURT OTHERS. And that means everything from physical harm to emotional and mental distress by the type of piling on we’ve seen now that we’re well into the Cancel Culture Generation. I already have good friends giving me virtual side-eye for my stance and my decision, completely disregarding all the things I know about the spread of COVID that comes straight from Johns Hopkins. I watch a lot of news and a lot of political press conferences and few of them ever mention some of these things, downplaying them in favor of the constant “Wear a Mask! Wear a Mask! Wear a Mask!” that most of us already are doing.

We follow Cuomo’s orders and do what he tells us to do, and then he reneges and doesn’t do what he said he would do... reopen safely. This doesn’t mean keeping movie theaters, often a haven for New Yorkers in summer not just to escape the oppression of everything that’s going on in our city but also the oppressive heat.

You see, #FilmTwitterElite, some of us don’t have cars, because we don’t need them or we can’t afford them. Some of us don’t have AC for the same reason. Heck, some of us (like myself) don’t even have a partner or significant other or children to keep us company. Some of us aren’t invited by their so-called friends to do Zoom watch parties every weekend. Some of us haven’t seen a single friend, acquaintance or colleague in person for 5 1/2 months, and have started having meaningful conversations with the guy at the bodega. (His name is Salach, and he’s awesome. Whenever I didn’t feel like going out or get out of bed, I can call them up, and he knows my number, my name and even my order. I try to stop by once a week to check in on him because they stayed opened EVERY SINGLE DAY during the pandemic. I worry that it’s wearing down on him.)

So don’t fucking tell me that I don’t care about the theatre employees, you fucking #FilmTwitterElite hypocrites. I bet you don’t know the name of a single employee at your local movie theater. I made an effort to learn every name of anyone who worked at the Metrograph, and I call them by their name, and even talk to them about movies when they’re not busy working. (Granted, some of the names have escaped me after not seeing them for six months but I do hope they’re being taken care of.) That’s all I have to say. On Monday afternoon, I’m getting on a subway for the first time in almost six months, and then I’m getting on an MTA train (first time in a couple years I think) and going to Bridgeport. I’m being met by one of my long-time movie colleagues, one who I actually like and respect as a person immensely, which let me tell you, is a VERY small group, so that will be another first in nearly six months.

I have a ticket to an IMAX theater in Milford, CT with four empty seats next to me, and I’ll be wearing my mask during the entire experience although yes, I probably will get popcorn if it’s available because while I’m not a big popcorn eater, I want the full experience, since God knows how long I’ll have to wait for New York movie theaters to get the okay. (I’ll wash my hands between the train ride and digging into the popcorn.)

I’ve gotten a lot better at watching screeners than I was in March, but that doesn’t mean the experience of watching screeners has gotten better. No, far from it. And boy, it will be an absolute JOY to watch a movie that doesn’t have my name and/or Email address emblazoned in the middle of it. I know who I am. I’m the guy who is trying to get the movie business and especially the theatrical aspect of it back in whatever way I possibly can.

If I end up getting sick from the experience than fuck me. You all were right. But I will be getting tested on Tuesday and I’ll go back to my near-quarantine from the last 5 months to make sure I’m not spreading anything to anyone who might get someone else sick. No one wants that. I don’t want that. Christopher Nolan doesn’t want that, and I’m guessing no one at Warner Bros, AMC and all the other theater chains want that. They all just want the world to make an effort to get back to some semblance of normalcy in a safe way, and you can’t do that by cowering at home or flaunting your ability to go to drive-ins.

If I sound angry, it’s because I am, but more I’m just disappointed... in my friends, in my colleagues and even in movie writers who I don’t even know but I know for a fact that they’ve made a nice living thanks to the movies, the people who make them but more importantly, the people who plunk down their money every week to WATCH them in theaters. The people who don’t have screener links handed to them on a silver platter whenever they want them. The people who don’t have cars or AC or even a lot of money but still feel the need to use the little money they have to go to the movies every once in a while to escape this absolutely horrible world we’re living in right now. Why would you make the situation worse for them by shaming them and soapboxing? Seriously...

#Tenet

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sugirandom · 7 years

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365 days of writing: day 263

Day 263: vet visit

Good afternoon, this morning I watched a few YouTube videos and then I went through one of my bookshelves in the office room and put some books that I no longer want away in boxes. Poppy told me that anything I don’t want anymore she’ll try to sell and that she can put any money she makes off of those sales into my bank account to use in Japan. When I finished that I headed out with mom to the vet because she needed help bringing Cinnamon to the vet. I figured she wanted me to come also because Cinnamon is really affectionate towards me. He did not like being at the vet though. Mom had to bring him because he’s been having some behavior issues and his eye is irritated so mom worried he was sick. It seems like his behavior issues are due to anxiety of being around the other cats and not really having his own space. My parents have six cats so it seems like that’s an inevitable issue. The Vet recommended he take anti-depressants of all things. I’m not sure how I feel about that practice but I’ll try to have faith in the vet when she says they’re safe. She also offered some sort of spray that’s made of the same pheromones that cats naturally produce and I guess it helps them calm down. I took a pamphlet of it too to show Poppy and see if she thinks we should get them for Max and Ayu to help them get along better.

Mom took me to lunch after that and then she dropped me back off at the house. Once I got home I took a shower and watched episodes 59 and 60 of Dragon ball Z. Before I get into too much I did some research and found out the clip Youtube showed me was not from Super but from a 2008 OVA/movie. The Animation looks close to Super so that’s why I assumed it was Super (that and 99% of what the app recommended to me was from Super). It just bothered me, I didn’t want to give incorrect information so yeah back to the entry. Well, it was nice to see Bulma in action again even if she was forced to and she’s still whining. I’m sure these were technically filler episodes but I can at least start to feel like Bulma is going to start getting more like the old Bulma I know and love. I’m going to skip episode 61 because I already saw it when I previewed DBZ in search of the scene where Goku takes a beer out of the fridge. I don’t know that I’ll have time to do so tomorrow but I want to get back to my odd+even episode viewing so I might watch 3 episodes in one sitting even thugh that’s really pushing it and will probably give me a headache but whatever... my brain is being anal about it for some reason.

Next I watched episode 10 of Kakegurui and it’s another two-parter. I am not a big fan of Mayude (glasses guy) so I guess I can at least safely say that I don’t have a weakness for all cold glasses-wearing characters. I guess it all depends on how they’re presented to me. Also I’m very curious about the vice president of the student council because she’s always wearing a mask and has been quiet this whole time but she finally spoke in this episode. I’m curious because her voice sounded sort of androgynous and this might just be my wishful thinking but I wonder if she’s a trans woman. Trans women characters do exist in Anime from time to time even if they aren’t very common and seeing one is still more likely than having a trans male character it seems sadly. I don’t know if they’ll ever reveal it or not or if this is something the manga fans know only. I just really hope she’s not what people call a ‘trap’ and boy do I hate that term btw. I couldn’t find any wikia articles about her so I guess the internet doesn’t know yet either way so I have to be patient.

I wanted to mess with my external drive today but I don’t really feel like it anymore since lunch with mom took longer than expected but I’ll try to take care of it before my best bro comes over tomorrow. For now I have two short YouTube videos to watch and then I’m not really sure what I’ll do yet. I’m not sure whether I feel like dealing with the sunlight enough to play Sims 4 for a bit or if I should just head out into the living room. I’m wearing a black T-shirt so it’s particularly hard...then again I could just play it shirtless...ha ha I won’t have many days with this file after-all.

#365 days of writing #day 261 #Sugi writes

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How to Spot A DNC Troll (2020 edition)

With the collapse of the Bernie 2020 campaign, the DNC has unleashed a new army of trolls. Just as in 2016, they've descended on every progressive, socialist, or Bernie campaign they can find. Their mission: shut down those groups. Sow dissension and despair. Crush the progressive movement. But we don't have to just give in. There are ways to spot a troll. Here are a number of typical troll warning signs: Fear-mongering

Fear (and deception) are the primary weapons of the troll, but fear of Trump is by far their first choice. The DNC has been weaponizing fear of Trump for five years now. If a post is all about how terrible Trump is, and doesn't reference progressive goals, you've almost certainly found a troll. "I'll support Biden now because Trump, but wait until 2024!". Sure you will, troll. "But what about the Senate?" is very "in" this year. For some reason trolls assume that we'll buy the idea that if the Democrats took over the Senate, they'd enact progressive goals and policies - as if the last forty years haven't proven over and over that they'll do whatever the oligarchs want. Only a troll would try that arguement. "Concern" about the Supreme Court is another classic troll topic. It completely ignores Joe Biden's role in attacking Anita Hill and getting Clarence Thomas confirmed - not to mention his support of corporatist judges over his entire career. If someone starts talking about Ruth Bader Ginsberg and "losing" the SCOTUS, odds are they're a troll. And why haven't they noticed that the Supreme Court is already lost to corporate "justice", with the happy assent of the Democratic leadership? (Because they're paid not to notice, that's why.) A fourth form of fear-mongering is for the troll to accuse anyone who questions their logic of being a Russian agent. Even if it doesn't silence the questioner, they'll almost certainly feel it necessary to defend themselves...and the whole discussion will be diverted into the Russian issue, leaving the troll's original "poison pill" argument there to fester. The Pied Piper

"We must follow Bernie". "I'm listening to Bernie - why aren't you?" "Bernie has a master plan - trust him!". Pure trollsign. No progressive signed a blood oath to follow Bernie into extinction. We didn't join a cult. And we won't mindlessly follow Bernie over the DNC cliff. We supported him because he stood for the same principles that we do. Now that he's given in to the DNC, we're under no obligation to join him. The DNC may want to believe that we're sheep, but they're wrong - I hope. Occasionally you'll find a smarter troll, one that operates under deeper cover. They'll spend some time making "good" posts to build up credibility. There's a good chance that they'll be lazy about it, though, and just copy and paste memes. Once they've established their bona fides, they start "evolving" towards full troll status. It takes a keen eye to spot in the early stages, but once they're out in the open you can identify them. If it talks like a troll, it IS a troll - no matter what history it has. Bernie Bros redux "

You're all so RUDE!". Attacking progressives who won't go along with capitulation and voting for Biden is another popular tactic. This usually takes the form of a dramatic announcement that the troll, who claims all sorts of progressives bona fides, is outraged and repulsed by the rude, crude, hateful talk of people in the group who oppose Biden. But don't worry. The troll will be back right away - using a new name, of course.

False Equivalence

Some trolls push an "enlightened" talking point: that no one in the group should be allowed to promote ANY candidate. This isn't an ideal outcome for them, but it's just an excuse to principle-shame progressives who resist the DNC candidate. But why shouldn't we try to persuade people not to vote for the candidate who undermined democracy and stole our votes? And whose fossil-fuel-friendly climate and fracking policies will literally kill off the human race? That he's a almost certainly a rapist is just the cherry on top. Insults

"Take your ball and go home." "You're acting like a baby." "Adults realize that sometimes you have to make compromises." "Purity test much?". "You're Putin's lapdog." All classic attacks used by trolls to get under our skin. If they can get us pissed off, they're halfway to victory. Don't get mad - report them instead!

Useful Idiots Not every troll is necessarily a paid professional. Part of the troll's job is to recruit and encourage the development of "useful idiots": weak-minded people who frequent progressive groups, but are easily persuaded by DNC propaganda. They often start parroting the DNC line, even working together with trolls without realizing it. Make no mistake: it doesn't matter if a DNC troll knows what they're doing and who they're really working for. If they're trolling, they're the enemy whether they're paid or just stupid. Treat them as such. The Swarm Some trolls work in groups. These can be particularly difficult to handle. They'll support each other, do their best to protect each other, and may even start accusing those who point out what they're doing of being trolls themselves. The goal in such cases is usually to work the moderators, wear them down, get them so overwhelmed that they'll either give up protecting the group or start banning anyone who complains about anything. This generally happens when the a group has been targeted for takedown. Troll Stages

In the initial stage, the purpose of the troll is to persuade, propagandize, and inspire useful idiots. Their targets at this point are the members of the group. Call this the "infestation" stage, if you like. They'll keep their heads down, and they'll be relatively rare. Only the clumsiest troll will be easily detected. After a point, the inception approach gives way to a more active, hostile approach. Trolls become more numerous and more blatant. Presumably more funds have been allocated to online propaganda by the DNC at this point; usually there has been a triggering incident, such as the recent suspension of his campaign by Bernie Sanders. In any case, troll tactics shift. The goal now is to make the group an unpleasant place to be; for this reason, I call this the "curdling" stage. Arguments become common. Battle lines are drawn. Schisms are set up and stealthily encouraged. At this point accusations of trolling become much more common, and in some cases the most outspoken progressives will find themselves accused of being trolls by the trolls. The target is now both the members, and the moderators or administrators. Both are to be driven away or to at least be made reluctant to participate. Moderators in particular should feel overwhelmed at this point, trying to handle constant complaints and arguments. In large groups, it's typical for many mods to quit or simply stop moderating. We now enter the "takeover" stage. If there's a need for moderators (which is likely), eager new volunteers pop up. At least some of these will be trolls. While their initial actions may appear to be fair, they'll do everything they can to bring "friends" on as moderators. It won't be long before they begin to purge progressives, particularly those who catch on quickly to trolls. Schisms and battle lines in the group harden. At this point the group is becoming actively toxic. Members start leaving in larger numbers, some announcing their departure, others simply fleeing. The new moderators begin purging real progressives wholesale, generally labeling them as troublemakers. The group can no longer accomplish anything positive, not even in terms of boosting morale. In some cases at this point groups have been simply bought. In 2016 a number of progressive group administrators came forward to announce that they'd been offered a large sum of money (typically $10,000.00) to either close their groups down, or to hand over control of the group to the purchaser - presumably, someone working for the DNC through David Brock's army of paid trolls ("Correct the Record"). The DNC has spent millions of dollars on Brock's services. And now they're spending $175 million - supposedly against Trump, but Brock's specialty has always been attacking progressives online. It's clear that at least some admins accepted those offers. Some groups quickly swung 180 degrees, quickly moving from supporting Bernie to Hillary within a few days. Groups with thousands or tens of thousands of members were reduced to mere hundreds, with the new moderators combing through members' history and banning anyone who ever said anything negative about Hillary or the DNC. Within weeks (or less), nothing is left but a hollow shell. Often the group is simply deleted. If the group can't be bought, it's scheduled for the takedown phase. At this point the masks and gloves are off. Photos may be posted which violate Facebook's terms of service (or whatever social media the group is on; the troll phenomenon is hardly limited to Facebook!). In 2016 extremely offensive photographs were posted by trolls, immediately reported to Facebook, and the groups were inevitably shut down. This technique is particularly preferred shortly before elections. While the group owner can protest to Facebook and request reinstatement, remember that Facebook is owned by an oligarch itself: Mark Zuckerberg, who is anything but shy about abusing his power to crush movements that threaten his status. Although groups are taken down immediately when attacked, reinstating them can take weeks or months...or never. In any case, by the time they're allowed back online it's too late. The election is over. Another form of takedown is to simply swamp the group with new troll members. This is a relatively rare approach, presumably because it's expensive. It's much easier to simply post some grossly offensive photos to a group and have it taken down that way. So what can you do when you have a troll infestation? Step one is to recognize them. A troll can't troll without trolling; as long as you have a good eye for troll activity, there's no easy way for them to hide. But just recognizing a troll isn't enough. You have to deal with them. Some people believe that they can argue with trolls, convince them of the error of their ways; this is both arrogant and foolish. “It is difficult to get a man to understand something, when his salary depends on his not understanding it.” - Upton Sinclair. They aren't there to discuss: they are there for a paycheck. There's no honesty in them. You might as well try to argue with a bullet being shot at your head by an enemy soldier. They simply don't care. I sometimes suspect that at least some who want to "discuss" issues with trolls are trolls themselves. Some people argue that trolls are protected by the First Amendment. That's simply wrong. Facebook and other social media services are privately owned; the First Amendment doesn't apply (perhaps it should, but that's a different issue. Personally I'd argue that Facebook should be turned over to public ownership by the members). In any case, the First Amendment doesn't require that a group leave itself open to attack by mercenaries. It's the height of arrogance to insist on leaving a group open to abuse by hostile agents in order to prove moral superiority and supposed understanding of Constitutional rights. Time and again I've seen groups leave themselves open to trolls in the name of tolerance, the First Amendment, and increasing understanding. In every case, those groups have ended up being destroyed. And that's what the trolls want; to make smoking wreckage out of every possible group that could lay the seeds for resisting the DNC and the oligarchy that they serve. It always happens. The only effective response to trolls is simple: stamp them out. Fumigate them. Treat them like the cockroaches they are. This puts a huge burden on group moderators, and a responsibility on members to be alert and report trolls. I've written this guide to help progressives to recognize trolls for that reason. Recognize that your moderators work for you, and that they represent the group's primary defense against trolls; support them! Volunteer to be a mod, if you have the time. Think of it as paying the group back for what you've gotten out of it. And paying it forward, for others. The DNC spends millions of dollars to shut down progressives online. They wouldn't do that if they didn't fear us. That's a comforting thought...and good reason to fight them, and their trolls. Good luck!

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[HM] A Girl Named Lucy

Everybody’s had a bad date. But my date with Lucy was definitely the worst date of my entire life. We met online, of course. I don’t think people meet any other way anymore. We really hit it off, she laughed at my dumb jokes and honestly, that’s pretty much all it takes for me to fall in love.

We decided to meet up for drinks and appetizers at Applebees. I was nervous, so I showed up early, had a drink at the bar and waited for her to arrive.

Meeting someone from the internet and finding out they’re significantly less attractive in person brings a uniquely guilty depression. It’s not that the person is necessarily unattractive, but in your mind, you’ve built up the anticipation for how you think the person will look. Expectation ruins reality. Usually this is just a result of normal people trying to look impressive. Which is understandable in the dating world.

But that’s the thing, when I saw her walk through the door, Lucy did not look normal. She looked very far from normal. Her face was too thin and her nose was entirely too big. Freakishly such. She probably knew this because the she covered it up with three or five or nine inches of chunky, pasty white makeup. It could have been Plaster of Paris, who’s to say? That shit was out of control.

She wore a giant green sweater, which in and of itself is not necessarily a bad thing, but it was almost eighty degrees outside, even after the sun went down. At first, I thought this was to compensate for being overweight, but she didn’t seem overweight. She seemed deformed. Like two or three different skinny people squeezing themselves into the same sweater.

She had shredded blonde hair and walked with a wobbly limp, like an ether-sniffing marionette doll at a sobriety checkpoint. Her feet were disproportionally big, as if her shoes were hiding something nasty.

Oh, God. I can’t do this, I thought. This is just too much. But I feel bad, because the expectations were built up in MY head, right? I’ll just turn and sneak out the back, text her saying I had car trouble or something.

“Seth!?” She squawked. Or barked. It was a bark-squawk that was entirely too loud for the public, very unfortunately public situation at hand. Heads turned.

Ah, shit. She saw me. Of course she saw me. I’ve been staring her down slack-jawed and silly. But really, can you blame me? This poor woman looked like a rubber horse mask wearing another rubber mask of Gary Busey’s face.

“Seth! It is me. I am Lucy! The woman you speak to.” There’s no way she’s been using this voice her whole life.

My voice was too dry so I just nodded. We’re already here, might as well have a few drinks and enjoy the food. How bad could it be?

When my mouth finally began producing enough saliva necessary for conversation, we engaged in small-talk. I intentionally kept it awkward and as far from lively as possible. Maybe she’d catch the hint and we could just chalk it up to a lack of chemistry. I started dumping whiskey down my throat like my soul and sanity depended on it. Which, at this point, I was convinced it did.

“So, where are you from?” I asked, hoping another unknown cultural origin could explain this catastrophic misstep in acceptable courtship.

“Lucy is from Wisconsin. That’s normal, right?”

Jesus Christ, whatever they put in that cheese really did a number on this one. Remind me to never drink Budweiser again, either.

“I don-uh, I mean, yes, yes that is normal. Right. Have you ever been in like, a car accident or something?”

She stared at me with big sickly brown eyes. Eyes that were almost yellow. Maybe she has cancer or something? I’m starting to feel bad for her now. Maybe the whiskey is melting the shock and warming my mind to a temperate state of empathy. She’s alone. She doesn’t get out much. Kinda like me, actually. Don’t be a dick, dude. Get it together.

Then she laughs, it’s a coughy sort of laugh. It resonates from a deeper part of the diaphragm and I’m reminded of an alligator. Bet she used to smoke a lot.

“You make joke! You funny man!” She swipes her hand across my forearm the way women do when they’re being particularly obvious about their intentions. Her fingernails are long. Monstrously so, and badly painted in flecks of a dark red. Her skin is entirely too rough for a woman. Maybe she works with her hands a lot?

Oh. Oh, no.

I check the neck. I don’t actually see an Adam’s Apple, but the skin does protrude in a hangy sort of turkey-neck way. I begin to sweat uncontrollably.

Look, I don’t hate anyone. I believe everyone should live their lives and be happy. But I’m just not ready for this. I’m afraid. I feel like I’m waiting for the cashier in a gas station and a cop gets behind me in line. I compensate with more whiskey. That’ll help.

I have to ask. I can’t just not know.

“Look, Lucy. I’m sorry. But are you, like, are you a girl?”

There’s that laugh again.

“Yes! Lucy is girl. Real girl. Clever girl.”

Of course she is. Trans girls are girls, too. It’s just… I’ve already paid for the drinks, she seems very interested in me, persistent even. I just don’t know if I can do this.

Maybe just a blowjob? That’s not gay, right?

I’m gonna need some cocaine for this.

That’s it! Cocaine! I’ll see if she’s down to score some blow, then we’ll just see how it goes. Worst case scenario I get all coked up and can’t get a boner anyhow, sorta solves the whole situation. I can blame the coke, she doesn’t get her feelings hurt. Win-win.

“Hey Lucy….”

“Hey Seth.”

She does the cough/laugh. Maybe the hormones haven’t been balanced yet?

“You uh, you wanna score some coke?”

“What is ‘score coke’?”

“You know, like cocaine?”

��Cocaine? If we score cocaine, can I get your meat?”

Oh fuck. This is happening.

“My…my meat?”

“Yes. I want your meat inside me.”

Not gonna lie, my dick did a little twitch right then. Jesus. Well, I guess you learn something new every day, don’t ya?

“Okay! Um, I’m gonna pay the, uh, pay the tab. Why don’t you? Like, and I’ll then go to the car. Ya know, then we can like, you know. Wanna follow me while-“

“We ‘score coke’ like cocaine!”

“Yes.” I said. Fuck, I kinda like her now. I can get past the face. And the limpy, wabble-walk. And the…uh. Whatever else I find.

After I pay the bartender, we both walk back to my truck. I guess she took the bus or something because she never mentions a car of her own. I call up my buddy Allen, he usually has decent coke.

Allen says to come on over, I open the door for her, she does that little laugh again. It’s kinda growing on me, actually. I can’t believe this is happening.

As I’m driving, she starts purring and licking my ear. And I’m actually into it. Like, really into it. Once again, I can’t believe this is happening.

We pull up to Allen’s place, he sends me a text saying to come on up.

Allen opens the door and jumps back.

“Holy fuckin’ shit, Seth. Who the fuck is this? You told me it was just you, bro?”

“No I didn’t,” I said, “I told you a had a girl with me, Lucy this is Allen. Allen this is Lucy.”

“Hello, Allen.” Said Lucy, “Can I also have your meat inside me?”

“What the fuck?” Said Allen. Then he laughed, and I laughed, and Lucy laughed, we all laughed.

“You didn’t tell me it was like that. Why don’t you both just come on in?”

We all stepped inside and Allen clicked on the light. As he did, Lucy tripped over the doorframe. She didn’t fall all the way to the ground, but she fell just enough to cause her hair to tilt. Like, all of it just shifted to the side.

This caught Allen’s attention.

“Yo, that’s a fuckin’ wig, bro! The fuck is going on here?”

“Allen.” I said sternly, leaning in close to him. “Don’t fuck this up for me, man. I need this.”

But Allen wasn’t listening. Allen was recoiling in horror because he saw what I had been too drunk and horny to see all along.

While Lucy was fumbling with her wig and sliding around the foyer, her tail had slid out of her floppy green sweater. A tail that was long and scaly. Just as scaly as her scalp beneath the wig.

It was now painfully obvious. This was not a foreign woman. This was not a transsexual. This was a sixty-six million year old chicken-lizard stalking it’s prey from beyond the confines of the traditional understanding of time itself. And I, Seth Fox, horny drunkard and idiot extraordinaire, had fallen for it’s schemes.

Clever girl.

Allen screamed the only sensible thing to be said, “VELOCIRAPTOR!!!”

And we both dove behind the sofa for cover.

The Velociraptor Formally Known as Lucy shrieked, “MEEEAAAAAT!!!”

Why? Why me? Why couldn’t she have just had a penis!?

The Lucy-Raptor soars over the sofa with a dancer’s ease because she’s a theropod. An apex predator from the Cretaceous Period and I notice what made her gait so ungainly. Her shoes had been hiding a giant sickle-shaped talon on each foot with which her kinship would disembowel their prey. Unfortunately for Allen, he was this prey.

The Lucy-Raptor was on him instantly, she sliced open his belly with her toe-claws and his intestines flopped out like folded ravioli.

“Nnnnaaaauuuuuggggghhhh!!!!!” Said Allen as the Lucy Raptor chewed on his neck.

I had no patience for this nonsense, so I fled the scene hoping, praying, pleading with any deity merciful enough to hear my cries. I did not want to be eaten by a velociraptor tonight. I just wanted a blowjob. Is that really too much to ask from the universe? One measly fucking blowjob?

But the Lucy-Raptor wanted to feast on the flesh of living prey, and I was still fumbling with my keys when Allen had breathed his last. She came bouncing into the parking lot.

“CAAAUUUOOGGGHHH, CAAAUUUOOGGGHHH!!” Said Lucy.

The truck door clicked open.

Lucy reared back on her hind legs ready to pounce.

I yanked open the door and hurled myself into the driver’s seat, turned the key and started the engine as Lucy sailed through the air like a shark through calm seas.

Her claws barely missed my fender as I sped from my dead drug dealer’s parking lot.

I stomped the gas.

At 20 mph, there she was, nipping at my window.

I turned onto the street.

There she was.

30 mph. 35, 40 mph.

When I hit 55 mph she slowed down and wailed a roar of defeat. I had bested the Lucy-Raptor. Turns out velociraptors can run at speeds of up to 40 miles an hour. But a ’97 Dodge Ram can go up to like, 120 miles an hour, so FUCK YOU, VELOCIRAPTORS!!

Dating is hard, folks. But remember,

“Life finds a way.”

-Ian Malcolm

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