#now i genuinely feel lucky that they seem to have completely forgotten about me lol

[bloominskyline]

you know what maybe people seemingly forgetting i even exist is a good thing sometimes

#my former classmates from college are once again roasting the shit out of one of the girls on old group chat #that she left long ago. she used to be more quiet and a bit of a loser like me so we kind of sort of got along at first #but then she started acting very two faced and talked shit abt me behind my back lowkey tried to sabotage me once #so since we didn't see each other during the pandemic i slowly dropped her #and since we graduated she got a job and a driving licence and now she thinks she's the centre of the whole universe #she posts on social media like she's some influencer lmao #when i first started college i was so mad that no one wanted to even make small talk with me let alone befriend me #then i slowly grew to despise the others as well so didn't give a shit abt it anymore #now i genuinely feel lucky that they seem to have completely forgotten about me lol #better this than to have them saying god knows what about me #than again i also never post anything on fb so they don't really have fuel either #but still

[writingtoforgetreality]

Damage Is Done - Little Movie Star Chapter Three (Jensen Ackles x Daughter!Reader)

[Actors-Masterlist], [Little Movie Star-Masterlist]

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Summary: Jensen & Danneel were ready to break the news. Surprisingly, so were you. You should have known better than that. Good feelings disappeared more sooner than later. How stupid of you to think that things were going in the right direction.

Words: 1,761

Warnings: fluff, cyber bullying, panic attack, fake social media posts (picture credits go to their rightful owners)

If you like my work & wanna support me: a coffee would be highly appreciated ❤

~2016~

Things were going slow. And you could tell that the tension built itself whenever you distanced yourself more again. But you were trying, you really were. Jensen & Danneel could tell. They saw you struggling when you took part in their family activities. Your body language gave you away a lot of times. Neither of them commented on it, though. Communication was improving. More often, you spoke up when something happened you did not like & Jensen & Danneel did the same for you. Sometimes, it hurt a bit, when they told you that the way you acted was not appropriate. Sometimes, you stormed off to your room to cool down, only for you to come out a bit later to apologize for your behavior. Danneel was incredibly proud of the change you had been through so far. She could tell that Jensen & you shared a stronger bond but that was one thing Bill had warned them about. Whatever family you were put in, you usually connected faster with the fathers. In her head, she was already planning a girls day with you. Shopping & all that. Maybe that would help your bonding process.

You were eating breakfast when Jensen started a conversation that left you…unsure.

“So, we were thinking about breaking the news to the world. What do you say?” he eyed you carefully, waiting for some sort of reaction. You stopped eating for a second & looked down at your plate.

“For publicity?” the words were quiet but they could hear you crystal clear.

“Do you really think we need publicity?” Danneel joked & you were lucky that she eased the tension. Even a chuckle escaped you & finally, you looked up at them.

“What are you guys thinking? How do you wanna do this?” you asked, now starting to like the idea of them wanting you to be an official part of their family. It was fast but you thought if the world knew you were a part of the Ackles, then you might have an easier time accepting it yourself. They explained that they planned a simple Instagram post. Nothing more, nothing less. A picture with the six of you. The thought scared you but you agreed anyway which earned you two big smiles.

“Hey, Jensen?” walking over to where he was sitting, he turned his attention to you. “Could you help me with something, please?” you felt stupid to ask for help, especially because of something like that but you knew he had more experience than you.

“Sure thing. What is it?” he looked intrigued & then confused when you handed him your phone after sitting down next to him.

“Um… I don’t have any social media accounts but I’d like to get them started? I thought you might know what’s fitting & what isn’t.” Jensen seemed more than happy to help you out. It did not happen every day that you came & asked him something. So when you did, he appreciated it.

The two of you played around for a while. Jensen explained the basics. Even though you had to admit that he was not the pro you believed him to be. It was alright & in the end, you had a twitter & an Instagram account (@iam(Y/N)ackles). At first, you were against the handle. After all, your last name was not Ackles. But Jensen insisted that it was right for you to have these account names. He helped you setting everything up & you started following people you liked, starting with Jensen & Danneel, obviously. Followed by the rest of the Supernatural cast.

At the end of the day, after you took the picture Jensen & Danneel wanted to post, you were very nervous. The picture turned out to be incredibly cute. You were holding Zep in your arms, Arrow had been held by Danneel & JJ was sitting on Jensen’s lap. Immediately, you set this picture as your phone wallpaper, smiling wildly when you did so. All of a sudden, your phone was flooded with notifications. Both, on twitter & Instagram. Annoyed by the dinging sound, you turned them off completely. Jensen & Danneel tagged you in their posts & you were gaining hundred, thousands of followers in a very short time.

“(Y/N)? We posted the pic, just so you know.” but by the way you were looking at your phone, Jensen could tell you already knew this. He told you that it was probably better if you turned off the notifications but you brushed him off, saying you already did.

“Have you looked at it yet?” curiosity was written over his features. Shaking your head as an answer, he nudged you & told you to go on. Taking a deep breath, you opened Instagram & immediately were met with the picture on your timeline. The picture put a smile on your face again. You guys really looked cute. Like a cute little family. Then you went to read the caption.

Scrolling down, you saw Danneel’s post with the same caption & tears threatened to spill. You had not cried in front of other people in so long but right now, you could not hold back anymore. Gratitude was rushing over you & before you knew what was happening, Jensen wrapped his arms around you & pulled you into a hug. This time, you did not reject him, needing the comfort of another person. It felt good to be hugged, you had almost forgotten how much you actually loved it

“Thank you.” you mumbled into his chest. Jensen simply stroked his hands up & down your back. He could tell that this was a huge step. You were hugging, after all, & he was more than thankful to share this special moment with you. When you heard Danneel entering the room, you rushed over to her & gave her a hug, too. You could feel that your body was not reacting the same way when you were wrapping your arms around Jensen but it felt good nevertheless.

The rest of the day, conversation flowed easier. Dinner was filled with laughter & you guys chatted a lot. This act, of them posting you on their social media, showed you that they were not going away anytime soon. They were in for the long haul. Still, there was this awful voice in your head but tonight, it sounded a bit further in the distance, a bit more quiet than usual. That night, you decided to do a movie marathon. You had done them before but this one felt…different. It felt easier. You found yourself enjoying their company more & for a second, you had hope. Hope in the future. Hope in your new…family. Would you ever feel comfortable calling them your family? Maybe, if you kept going forward at this pace, then maybe you would.

Laying in bed, you wanted to check out the posts one more time. By now, you had thousands of followers even though you had zero posts on your account. Maybe you should repost the picture? Yeah, you could do that. Your thoughts were interrupted when you made the big mistake of going through the comment section under Jensen’s picture. Yes, there were a lot of positive responses, especially from his castmates, but when you kept scrolling, you found one hate comment after the other. They were awful to read through.

“really? she’s ugly as hell lmao”

“why would they choose her?”

“probably thinking she’s better than everyone lol”

“she should go back where she came from”

“wtf??? leave our ackles alone, bitch”

Tears were streaming down your face, this time because you were genuinely hurt by their words. One mistake followed the other & you were scrolling through your message requests. One was worse than the other. There were literal death threats people were sending you & you did not understand a thing. Nobody knew you & yet they were already building an opinion about you. Angry at yourself for reading through them & angry that you agreed on making a post for Instagram, you turned your phone off & threw it at the end of the bed. All good feelings had disappeared. Maybe they were right. You knew you were not pretty. You had asked yourself a billion times why they chose you out of everyone. You were sure they would send you back once they read through the comments. No matter how hard you tried to calm down, you could not catch your breath & started hyperventilating. Shit, you were about to have a panic attack. You had suffered from them ever since you were little but the last one had been ages ago. Usually, you would run to Bill & he would talk you through it. But he was hours away & he would most likely be asleep by now. Contemplating if you should go to Jensen & Danneel, you decided against it after the comments were repeating themselves in your head. So you just let the panic overcome you. It was better to let it out than to push it down further, you knew that. But having to go through such a period alone was everything but easy. Telling yourself you were fine & safe over & over again exhausted the shit out of you. It felt like hours but when you were finally at a point where your breaths evened out & your heartrate slowed down, you fell asleep almost immediately. Tomorrow, you had to talk to them, you knew it. Maybe they would be aware of the comments by then & would start the conversation. How were you supposed to start such a conversation anyway? Hi, your fans hate me & send me death threats. Come on, that sounded stupid. But the thing was that it did not feel stupid to you. Their words hurt you & Jensen & Danneel told you to come to them & be open with them if something bothered you. There was enough time for that in the morning, though. For now, sleep seemed like the best option & the best distraction. You just hoped that your dreams would be kinder to you than your family’s “fans”.

~to be continued~

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Published (04/03/2021) by Cathy

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[ambivalent-anarchy]

Body

Part 1 of 2

Part 2

Masterlist

Gender: Female

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Warning: None

Anon requested- can I get a one shot where the reader does the body positivity trend with the new megan thee stallion song and the reader is insecure about how ppl will react to it?? Most importantly how peter will react to it?? K thanks

Awww I love doing smol readers and where Peter's actually the one that has it together lol sooo thanx for this

The TikTok is that new body positivity trend with that Megan Thee Stallion song. Couldn't link it because tumblr acts weird about links but part 2 will have a video for Peter. Also reader will be 18 (senior in high school) cuz some people think minors shouldn't participate in the trend lol

A/N: Either a motivation fairy hit me in the middle of the night or I'm really just that bored to the point where I had no choice but to get my motivation to write back. Either way I'm happy lol. Enjoy! Thanks to @yumings and @kelieah for helping me feel confident in this lol

Will definitely be a two parter🙂

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Body oddy oddy oddy oddy oddy oddy oddy-

You'd finally finished editing the video.

It was a simple, short collage of all of your favorite selfies and pictures that showed off your body well. There was a new trend going around on TikTok and when you saw it you just had to jump at it headfirst.

People would take their favorite pictures of themselves, ones that showed off their bodies just the way they liked, and they'd put it to the sound of Megan Thee Stallion's song "Body".

You looked through your entire phone gallery to find pictures that you were confident enough to post, some you'd forgotten you even took in the first place.

When you were done, you threw in the simple caption that everyone was using.

Heard we're using this sound to show off. My turn then😜

Yeahhhhhh, the caption sounded much more confident than you actually felt.

You actually thought about deleting it from the minute you posted it. Insecure wasn't even the word for it. And even with your followers there to hype you up, you couldn't help but feel self-conscious. So, albeit hesitantly, you went to your friends for support.

The first person you showed was Michelle.

"You killed that," she said in math class as she passed you the phone underneath the table so that the professor wouldn't see.

"Thanks," you said. "I was honestly kinda nervous about it." You noticed her incredulous look and explained yourself, toying with the loose strings on your jacket. "Like seriously, I don't wanna fish for compliments, it's just that there are so many better ones out there."

Michelle gave a lopsided grin. "That's just you being insecure, you dork," she retorted. "You look hot." She gave an uninterested glare at the teacher when they told her to be quiet. Then she turned towards you with a smile. "You shown Peter yet? I bet he'd agree."

You shifted in your seat nervously and MJ immediately caught on. "What, you don't wanna show him?" She gave you a look when you took a while to answer. "Dude he's literally your boyfriend. I'm pretty sure he'll like it."

"MJ, we haven't even-" you looked around secretively. "-we haven't even taken our shirts off in front of each other yet. There's literally a pic of me in my sports bra and I.." You shrugged, a little embarrassed by the conversation topic. "I-i just don't know how he'd react."

You and Peter were a fairly new couple and were taking it slow. You'd only ever kissed, cuddled, and held hands so far. Plus, you were a major causal clothes wearer. Sweatshirts and jeans, those were your specialty. The two of you were in no rush and you were both fine with that, but you had no idea how he would react to seeing pictures of you like that.

And, though it wasn't the most feminist approach, you kinda wanted to impress him. Was that so bad?

MJ, forever the voice of patronizing reason, rolled her eyes at you. "So, let me get this straight. You're not fine with your boyfriend seeing sexy pictures of you, but you're okay with literal strangers seeing you instead?"

"Look, I know it's-"

"No, no I totally get it," she said with a sympathetic smirk, before laughing. "I just wanted to show you how dumb it sounded though."

The bell rang, signaling the end of class.

"Look," she said, standing up and getting her things. "You have nothing to be worried about. Peter practically worships the ground you walk on. He'll love it."

When you showed Ned, he genuinely didn't give a shit.

"Oh my God, there's a new Megan Thee Stallion album?!"

"Uh, yeah."

"I have to listen to it right now!"

"Yeah okay, but do you like the-"

He was already plugging in his headphones before you even finished your sentence.

You showed Harry next. If anyone was gonna rate you unabashedly, it'd definitely be him.

He was the only friend you had in your lunch period, so you met up with him every day. Towards the end of lunch that day, you'll pulled out your phone and asked if he wanted to see the video. He enthusiastically agreed.

He watched the short video with an amused expression, bopping his head to the music all the while.

When it ended, he handed you your phone back and gave you a high-five. "Damn girl!," he praised. "Just throwing it out there, if Peter fails you, I'm hella available."

"Heh, thanks." You smiled as you felt your entire face heat up. "Ya think he'll like it?"

"What, you haven't shown him yet?" You shook her head, giving a nervous smile. "Oh-" he nodded confidently. "-he'll love it. Trust me."

"Are you sure?," you asked.

"Yeah," he responded with a shrug. "Why are you so worried?"

"Because he's not-..he doesn't really seem-" You couldn't find the right words for it. "I dunno, I just really want him to like it!"

Harry scoffed. "Look. Let me tell you a little secret about Peter Parker," he snickered. "Or practically all guys for that matter."

"Okay?," you said, curious as to where this was going.

He smirked. "You remember when he introduced himself to you at my party last summer?"

You nodded.

"Well, hon..." Harry lowered his head to where he was whispering in your ear. "Your personality wasn't what he was noticing from across the room.. catch my drift?" He chuckled when he saw you blushing as you caught where his eyes had wandered. "Just sayin'."

Seeing your incredulous expression, Harry continued. "Peter likes to act like he's not checking you out every second of the day, but I promise you he is. That little "I'm so respectful and bashful" crap he has going is complete B.S."

You smirked and rolled your eyes as he pulled away from your ear and kept walking. "You're an ass."

Harry shrugged. "True, but I'm a realistic ass." The alarm on his phone sounded which marked his time to start heading to his next class. Standing up, he smiled down at you. "Seriously, if I could take back all the time spent listening to Pete go on about how good you look in your jeans, I'd be one well rested guy."

You rolled your eyes, but it betrayed the small smile growing. After all, he wouldn't be Harry if he wasn't a flirtatious dweeb. "Bye Harry."

"Show him the video, [Y/N]. He'll love it. You know I'm right."

And then there was one...

Later in the day, you were talking with MJ after school, waiting because Peter always insisted on driving you home because chivalry was not going to die as long as he was alive to keep it going.

When he finally showed up, the first thing he did was take you by the hand and give you a quick peck on the forehead.

"How are you guys doing?," he asked as your little trio started to walk.

"We're good," you chirped, ever so conscious of the phone in your pocket that you were suddenly very hesitant to pull out.

MJ noticed and nudged you. "You got anything you wanna show anybody, [Y/N]?," she asked with a smirk, causing Peter to look at you curiously.

You stayed quiet, but MJ still wasn't putting up with it. "I think you may have a video that you made..."

You remained silent and Peter looked at you, a lot more confused now. MJ frowned. "Um... cough.. cough."

Peter laughed and stopped walking. "Okay, what am I missing?" He looked to you and when he didn't see your expression falter, he looked to MJ. "What's going on?"

Michelle shrugged. "[Y/N] wants to show you a dumb TikTok she made but she's scared about how you'll react."

"Michelle!," you scolded.

She shrugged again. "What? You weren't going to say anything anytime soon."

"A TikTok?," Peter questioned. "Cool, which one did you do this time?"

You could feel your face heat up for the hundredth time that day. "It's a...um.." You stared down at the ground. Jesus, this was hard. "..It's a body positivity trend."

His eyebrows went up at that. "Oh, well um.. is it cool if I see it?," he asked.

You blushed. "Sure." You pulled out your phone and opened the app. When you got to the video you quickly shoved it into his face before you had a chance to second-guess yourself.

Both you and Michelle watched Peter's face as he watched the video.

His cheeks immediately turned red but his expression was unreadable. He had to have watched it over 5 times before MJ pulled the phone out of his hand. "Helloooo, earth to Peter Parker?"

She snapped into his face several times and he started to blink wildly, apparently being pulled out of a trance. "I...um- heh.."

You gave a small, nervous smile. "..did you like it?," you asked, growing confused as stared at you, his expression still the same. "Um, Peter?"

Suddenly, he smiled and let out a little chuckle. "Sorry... just..." He laughed again and scratched his head, unable to keep eye contact. "You're just- like.... really hot."

You blushed. Fuck. "You're not just saying that are you?"

"No, really like-" He looked back at the phone. "...Damn." He bit his lip. "How on earth did I get so lucky?"

"Okay, can we please get in the car before I throw up?"

The two of you looked at an uncomfortable MJ with embarrassment riddled on your faces. "Yeah, totally," you said with an awkward cough. "Sorry."

"Nice video [Y/N]," Peter murmured bashfully, opening the door of his car for you, his face still beet red. "Really nice..."

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[world-smitten]

Run On Final Thoughts

Looking around the Internet for opinions on Run On, there seemed to be a lot of people who didn’t like it for various reasons - too slow, the dialogue wasn’t great, the acting was weird, overhyped etc. And strangely, this doesn’t actually make me defensive about the show. I can understand why someone wouldn’t connect with it. It is pretty offbeat, and I can imagine a lot of it coming off as insufferably smug. Somehow though, maybe because I completely missed the show’s discourse when it was airing, I didn’t struggle with any of those things. I fell into the rhythm of the story with an ease I rarely get with K-dramas. I enjoyed every episode right up to the last. I actually finished a 16-episode K-drama romcom without skipping an episode. That’s pretty revolutionary! I don’t think I’m special for liking the show, but I do feel lucky. I feel lucky because I got to experience on of the best ensemble casts I’ve seen in a long time. I’ve never enjoyed a world in a drama so much. I really love a fleshed out supporting cast, and Run On practically spoiled me. The sheer amount of detail put into the character writing -into their personalities and their relationships with each other - made the world feel so fleshed out and vibrant. It’s no wonder the show never lost a beat when it had so many rich dynamics to draw its conflicts from.

In fact, I think the show might have been too rich - the final episodes are great, but there were so many threads that I wanted to see tied up neater and expanded on. The major threads came together nicely, but other elements suffered from a lack of time. The most jarring one would have to be Ye-Jun’s coming out to his mum. It’s a huge deal for a gay person to come out to their religious parent and an even bigger deal for that parent to accept them as they are. There’s a beautiful moment of conversation between mother and son that is just loaded with so much love and history that ends too briefly to make way for another brief resolution to another plot thread in the story. And, frankly, I don’t think the mother’s acceptance was very convincing. Maybe in a Korean context, “it’s okay to be different” would work, but Ye-jun’s mum is also Christian, and whilst she may not be as militant as Seon-gyeom’s dad, she’s definitely religious enough to threaten him with church when he comes out to her. “It’s okay to be different” simply does not work in a Christian context, because in Christianity, conformity isn’t necessarily a virtue (at least on paper). My particular strand of Evangelical/Pentecostal/Charismatic Christianity actually emphasises its difference with the world, and to be gay is to be of the world - to do the worst sexual sin in a world that’s already depraved. It’s total bogus - a lot of Christians have conveniently forgotten how Christian sexual morals were the status quo for hundreds of years and go around crying persecution just because we now have to be considerate. It’s why discussing LGBTQ+ issues with Christians is so frustrating - for a lot of them, being gay is a sinful choice made by depraved and/or confused individuals being encouraged by a sinful world that, in the meantime supresses and silences Christians, who are the true oppressed. Untangling all those layers of misinformation, bias and bigotry could be a show all on its own. That said, I’m glad Ye-jun’s mother accepted him. I’m glad that when he came out to Yeong-hwa, Yeong-hwa took him in his arms right away without question, which was such a powerful, beautiful statement. I’m glad that Ye-jun could have his happy ending. 

Speaking of happy endings, Yeong-hwa and Dan-ah’s arc ended better than I could have hoped for. I’m personally ruthless when it comes to romance - I don’t mind couples not getting together (there’s fanfiction for a reason) and if the foundation isn’t there for a couple to work, don’t force it. Usually the foundation is in terms of actual chemistry, but Dan-ah and Yeong-hwa had chemistry in spades. I was surprised that the writers actually remembered all the allusions to Rapunzel, and kept Dan-ah’s wealth in sight. The gap between them was simply too huge, and the inequalities too obvious. Dan-ah was wealthier and more powerful, Yeong-hwa was younger and healthier. I love the way Dan-ah’s derogatory “kid” was re-contextualized through her illness. He’s not just “kid” because he’s younger than her, but because he’s got a full life to live. He has vitality, which she feels she lacks. The show refuses to lapse into overblown dramatics regarding her health, but it nevertheless hangs over their relationship like one of many black clouds. There’s something poignant about two people knowing full well that their relationship can’t last, and still choosing to enjoy what little time they have with each other. And even if they couldn’t have each other, look at what they gained! Look at how they grew as individuals, at the friendships they made in the process.

I just have so much love for these characters and so much love for the actual performances themselves. I focused a lot on Dan-ah (which was completely valid lol), but that meant I didn’t get to gush about Im Si-wan and Shin Se-kyung absolutely killing it in their roles. They have such an ease with each other that makes their relationship genuine and adult in understated ways you rarely see in romcoms. In the hands of a clumsier actor, Seom-gyeom’s character could have been irritating (and for some people, he probably was), but Im Si-wan plays him with such care, conveying his nuances underneath his stoicism. And it’s lovely to Shin Se-kyung actually in control of her performance, after the mess that was Bride of Habaek. I spent a lot of time talking about Dan-ah and Yeong-hwa and I just wanted to emphasise that I loved our primary couple as much as I loved the secondary couple. As I’ve said before, this cast was just brilliant in every single way. I can’t think of any other K-drama romcom that invited me so vividly and thoroughly into the interior lives of its characters. I’m gonna stop here because this post is long af and I’ve already rambled enough, but yeah. This was magical.

#run on #run on jtbc #sooyoung #im si wan #shin se kyung #kang tae oh #kdrama #quick thoughts #more like an essay #love this show ❤❤❤

[smalltowndetective]

Birthday!-N

So, I was first planning to do only F’s from the cake post from @gamingtrashbasin, but I got inspired, so I’m doing it for all of them. (Also, it’s my first time writing someone that is not Felix, so hopefully it turned out okay!) I’ve started working on A’s, so that should be up tomorrow or Thursday, but it might be a bit longer for M’s, because I have no idea how to write the rude man. Anyway, this my science/technolgy focused detective, Pearl Reid, and writing this has finally made me realize why she always gets the most friend points with A, lol. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!

This is the link for the one I did for Felix

Ao3 Link-https://archiveofourown.org/works/26597404/chapters/64848904

The clicking of the keyboard was all that Pearl could hear, and it was starting to drive her crazy.

               She was sitting alone in the warehouse’s social rooms, with a trapper’s laptop that had been left behind in their rush to leave, and she had made it her job to hack into it.

               Unfortunately, she was not having much luck.

               It would have been easier if she knew where to start, but she had no idea, and the Agency’s tech department had put cracking into the laptop on the backburner, arguing that it was not enough of a priority and Unit Bravo, with all of their skills, were not exactly the best at this whole technology business.

               Which left Pearl, trying to access the hard drive of the computer, while also trying to resist the urge to throw it against the wall.

               Everyone is counting on you; you can’t screw this up.

               She was so distracted, in fact, that she had not even noticed Nate come in the room at first, carrying a large white box made of thin cardboard, which he set down on the coffee table at the center of the room.

               “Good morning Pearl”, he said, which finally caused her to look away from the laptop, her sea green eyes blinking furiously, as it had been the first time for what was probably hours she had looked up from the lit-up screen. She turned to him as she did so, seeing that man that never failed to make her pulse race.

               “Morning?”, she asked. Rebecca had given her the laptop last night, and Pearl had resigned herself to not go to bed until she figured this problem out, but she had been unaware of the passing time.

               “It’s around 7 am.”, he chuckled in response, “You’ve been up all night”. His gentle brown eyes softened in worry, “Are you sure you’re alright? You must be tired”.

               She shook her head, shrugging off his concern, “I really have to figure this out”, she said, gesturing to the laptop almost helplessly, “This is our only lead right now, and I really don’t want to let any of you down”.

               “You’re not”, Nate said, “You are apart of this team, and you have done just as much work into this as we have”

               Pearl would like to think she was getting used to these statements from Nate, but even now, they never failed to make her heart skip a beat, still shocked on how genuinely he said things like that, having never met anyone else who did so.

               Despite that, her own pessimistic nature caught up to her, “This is out only lead on what the trappers are up to, and if I don’t-”

               “And you will”, Nate said, his voice gentle yet firm, coming to sit next to her on the couch, “But burning yourself out won’t help matters”

               Sighing, all fight seeming to have left her, Pearl set the laptop on the coffee table, running her hands through her long honey blond hair, it normally straight, but having just taken it out of its usual braid, it was quite wavy. She also went ahead and took her glasses off and threw them on the table with the laptop, the tops of her ears stinging from the pressure.

               “I really wish I could help you out more with this”, Nate said after a moment of silence, “But I’m sure your well aware of my lack of skills in this area”.

               In normal circumstances, Pearl might have made a joke about it, but instead she said, “It would be easier if the Agency offered their help with this. But apparently, it’s not important enough”.

               “Yeah, it’s frustrating”, Nate said in response, and he placed his hand around her shoulders, drawing them closer, “But you’ll figure it out, I have complete faith in that.”

               Pearl did her best to give him a weak smile, and she finally noticed the box that Nate had left on the table earlier, ‘What’s in the box?”

               He looked at her curiously, and she wondered if she had said something wrong.

               “It is today, isn’t it?”, he asked.

               “What’s today?”, she said, not having any idea what he was referring to.

               “Your birthday?”, said Nate, and he then out a chuckle, “Felix didn’t tell me the wrong date, did he?”

               Pearl glanced down at her watch, and all of a sudden, a rush of realization hit her. With everything that was happening with the trappers recently, she had completely forgotten about it.

               “I really forgot it”, she almost whispered, talking to herself more then Nate, “Felix asked me when my birthday was weeks ago”. She gave a small laugh, “And I would have likely forgotten it until either Felix or Tina said something about it”.

               Nate smiled, “Well, regardless, happy birthday Pearl”.

               “So”, said Pearl, “What’s in the box?”

               He gave her a smirk, “Why don’t you open it?”

               Stealing one last glance at him, she went to open it up, finding a cake, but each slice was topped with something different, some topped full of the some of the biggest strawberry halves she had ever seen, other slathered full of chocolate icing, others decorated in bright pastel colors. Each slice was completely different from another, in all sorts of colors, but they all managed to look like they all belonged there anyway.

               “Nate, what is this?”, Pearl breathed out, not the best response she had ever had, but she it was all that she could manage.

               “I didn’t know what you would like, so I got you a bit of everything”, he said, “And I’m pretty sure Felix has something planned for you as well”.

               “I’m sure he does”, Pearl said, and at that moment, even with the nagging at the back at the back of her brain to get back to work, in a voice she was not sure if it belonged to Rebecca and Adam, but she took one look back at Nate, and all of that seemed to grow quiet.

               “Thank you, Nate, truly”, she continued after a moment, “I really can’t put it into words how much this means to me”.

               “You’re very welcome”, Nate said, his smile also seeming to cause the rest of the room to glow, and Pearl knew that she was going to treasure this moment forever, and she could not fathom how she ever got this lucky.

               He moved his hand to her check, as if he was asking permission to kiss her, and she gave a slight nod in answer.

               After that, Nate did not hesitate, and they melted together, her grabbing his jacket to pull them closer, and he did the same in response, and no matter how many times they kissed, it always felt like it was the first time every time, the mad rush of bliss unmatched.

               Pearl was not quite sure when they broke apart, but she and Nate had their foreheads pressed against each other, he all that she could see, though she was not quite sure if that was because of how close they were or the absence of her glasses, and she quietly whispered, “You know, I really should get back to work”.

               Nate gave a light laugh, “You know, I think you could give even Adam a run for his money sometimes with your stubbornness”.

               “And I play to win”, she said jokingly, and Nate moved closer to give a quick peck on her lips.

               “Then at least let me make you some tea”, he said, backing away, but reluctantly.

               “I’d like that”, she smiled back at him, and as he started to get up and walk away, she turned her attention back to the laptop, shoving her glasses back on her face.

               Though, as she looked at it again, she had an idea, an idea on where to start.

               A smile on her face, she got straight to work, feeling like she could take on the world.

               And she knew she could, with that man at her side.

I hope you liked it! It’s my first time writing N, so I hope I did it well, so hopefully nothing feels off. I am taking requests, so if there is anything that you would like to see, with this paring or another, send me a message! 

Also, for the requests I got, I am working on them, and I should get them done Thursday at the latest!

#the wayhaven chronicles #wayhaven chronicles #twc #nathaniel sewell #nate sewell #detective pearl reid #n x detective #n sewell

[elvendara]

So, I’ve been cleaning up my fics (OMG I have so many!!!) and came across an Mpreg fic I wrote for Yooran that I completley forgot about! @booyakasha516 introduced me to the genre and I must say, I’ve been intrigued. A pregnant Yoosung! How adorable! Not sure I posted it before, at least I can’t seem to find it LOL

YOORAN FOREVER IN EVERY AU EVER THOUGHT OF AND NOT THOUGHT OF!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Yoosung pushed the cart down the grocery store aisle. His belly was considerably more noticeable now and it hit the bar. His arms were almost completely straight as he pushed. It was extremely annoying. While he was over the moon to be having Saeran’s baby, it sure did get in the way, making simple things more difficult. He stopped and reached up to get a jar of pickles, the German kind he had begun to crave, that for some reason, was stocked on the top shelf. He stood on tiptoes and reached as high as he could, his belly making it painful to stretch too far.

His belly bumped into the shelf and a jar of olives fell, crashing to the floor, exploding, splashing his shoes, sending olives spilling everywhere.

Yoosung stared at the mess at his feet, tears springing to his eyes. He felt as if he was glued to the spot, unable to move. His entire face was aflame with embarrassment and humiliation. The few shoppers in the same aisle stared at him, one woman curling her lip in distaste and walking away quickly. He wrapped his arms around his growing belly and wept, unable to stop himself. He hated feeling like this, like his emotions had been hijacked. He wished Saeran was with him. He closed his eyes, willing himself home. He knew he was being ridiculous, that he needed to move, find an employee to clean this up, and just leave! He might never return to this store.

He felt a hand lightly on his shoulder and turned, looking through the bangs of his hair, having forgotten his barrettes. He cringed reflexively, thinking that woman had come back to berate him. However, this was a different woman, in her cart sat a baby boy who must have been at least a year old. He giggled at Yoosung, holding out his sticky fingers. The woman was as tall as Yoosung, her brown hair in a messy bun, her blue eyes kind and soft. She smiled at him.

“It’s ok hon, you’re fine. Don’t worry about it, this happens all the time I’m sure.” Her tone was low and steady. “I once knocked over a display of cereal in my seventh month.” She laughed. Yoosung tucked his growing bangs behind his ear and smiled sadly.

“Here.” She said, rummaging in her diaper bag and bringing out a spit rag, handing it to Yoosung. He took it gratefully and began to wipe his face.

“Thank you.” he squeaked. She led him out of the circle of olives, holding on to his hand to steady him as he walked through the juice.

Yoosung grabbed his cart and steered it from the mess. An employee was walking towards them with a wet floor sign, a mop, and a bucket.

“Hi Yoosung.”

“Hi Norman, I…I’m sorry.”

“No worries.” He smiled.

“Are you alright now hon?” the lady asked. Yoosung nodded, still not fine, but not wanting to bother the woman anymore.

The baby grabbed onto his sleeve and pulled, trying to get the fabric in his mouth.

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry.” His mom said, prying the sleeve out of his grubby fingers. “This is what you have to look forward to.” She smiled, but with genuine love in her eyes as she glanced at her son.  Yoosung’s heart soared at the thought of having his own.

“It’s ok. Thank you for this, and, for being so kind.” He whispered. He tried to give the rag back to her.

“Keep it! And, don’t worry about people like that woman! I admire what you’re doing. I’ve seen you in here with your husband before.” She smiled and blushed. “He is very attentive, you’re very lucky.” She squeezed his arm, and walked away. Yoosung took his cart and quickly walked to the next aisle, away from his mess. He was a complete mess himself.

He was always so tired, but couldn’t sleep at night. Saeran was indeed quite attentive, he was so happy about their baby and never complained when Yoosung had a sudden craving he had to go get, or when his mood swings sent him from inconsolable mess, to wanton sex god. Yoosung felt bad when he got angry at Saeran, screaming at him for no reason. Saeran bore it well, his lips sometimes thinning out, but he never raised his voice at Yoosung. He could feel his eyes beginning to tear up again. Damn it!

That same woman who had looked at him with disdain was staring at him again. Not even attempting to act as if she was not. Yoosung’s heart beat in his chest again, this time in anger. What the hell was her problem? Hadn’t she ever seen a pregnant man before?

“What are you looking at?” he practically screamed at her.

She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes. “Blasphemy!” she spit at him. “A degradation of God’s laws! You should be ashamed of yourself! You and your…partner…” she practically choked on the last word.

“How dare you judge me! You don’t know anything about me.” Yoosung shot back, but he was losing his anger, sliding back into despair and humiliation. He clamped his hands on his belly, trying to protect his child, his and Saeran’s child, from the woman’s venom.

What kind of world was he bringing his child into? How would they be treated having two fathers? He knew that there were so many people like the mother and child who made him feel better. But there were also many more people like this woman, who would take every opportunity to be hateful. Out of their own prejudices, or using religion as an excuse.

Had he and Saeran done the right thing? He looked down at his squishy shoes and another tear fell on the soggy mess.

“Hmph.” The woman sounded triumphant. “You are nothing but a freak, and you know it.” her voice dripping with bile. “You are a disgusting human being…”

“The only disgusting thing here is you.” A voice broke in, strong and challenging. Yoosung snapped his head up, his body tingling at the sight of Saeran standing behind the woman, his mint eyes flaring with rage, fists at his side, trembling. His fiery red hair curling in every direction and bathed in the florescent lights like a god.

The woman jerked and hit the shelves, surprised. Her eyes widened in fear as Saeran bore down on her, his jaw clenched.

He loomed over her, Yoosung could tell he was trying desperately not to hit her.  

The woman dropped the box she had been holding, pushing Saeran aside and running out of the store. Saeran’s laugh followed her.

“Coward!” he yelled. Other customers snickered at the fleeing woman, one even giving Saeran a thumbs up.

Yoosung ran to Saeran and hugged him fiercely, his tears falling again.

“Are you ok?” he asked, lifting Yoosung’s chin and grazing his lips softly.

Yoosung nodded.

“Don’t listen to that bitch. You’re perfect! And beautiful!” he smiled and kissed his wet lips, tasting the salt from his tears.

“What are you doing here?” Yoosung asked.

“Norman called me, told me what happened. He said you might need me, and I ran all the way here. I’ll always be there for you Yoosung. Why didn’t you call me?” Yoosung dropped his eyes.

“I was embarrassed. I just wanted the floor to swallow me whole.” Saeran’s chest rumbled with his laugh.

“I’m glad it didn’t. I’d miss you terribly.” He placed his hand on Yoosung’s belly. “And this little one too.” Saeran’s hand on his belly steadied him. His doubts vanished in an instant and his heart filled with love. This was all they needed. Their child would be loved unconditionally.

“Let’s just go out to eat. Ok? I’m starving!” Saeran said.

“My shoes are soaked, and smell of olives.” Yoosung wrinkled his nose, shifting his weight.

Saeran laughed, “How did you break that jar anyway?” he asked.

Yoosung lowered his head again, “I was trying to reach the pickles, and my belly knocked it off.” he whispered, embarrassed yet again.

Saeran embraced him, holding him close, ruffling his hair, trying not to laugh. “Oh, here.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out Yoosung’s hairclips. He brushed his bangs back and clipped them on. “There! Much better.” He said, lingering his gaze on Yoosung’s lavender eyes.

“Should we go?” he asked.

“Can you get my pickles first?” Yoosung asked, his eyes glittering with anticipation. This time Saeran did laugh. He put his arm around Yoosung and they went to the next aisle to grab the pickles.

#my posts #Yooran #Yoosung Kim #Saeran Choi #MPREG #pregnant Yoosung #angry Saeran #mysme #mystic messenger #This one's for you #@booyakasha516

[taltos-seidmadr]

I was tagged in a “Answer questions, tag people” thing by @apocalypticglitter so now I must oblige my civic duty! Thank you for tagging me!

Answer 17 questions (+1 because 18 is my favourite number) and tag 17 people (if you can)

Nickname: Sithi Sun sign: Sagittarius Height: I’m like... Three stacked cans of whoop ass. In a trench coat huge sweater. Hogwarts House: the valid one aka. Hufflepuff (Don’t @ me) Last thing I googled: BULL FROGS?! This is @mkingamess ‘s fault. I was curious how big they really are Favourite musicians: UHHHMM this is a super hard question for me to answer tbh cause my taste in music fluctuates daily. I will give a shoutout to some musicians/albums that I can think off the top of my head and imo don’t get enough recognition:

If you are into industrial metal/EDM type of shit, Hatari is really fucking lit. Some may know them from the Eurovision already. I just accidentally stumbled into them via the Discover Weekly on Spotify like half a year before the competition

The Magic Got Killed by Too Tangled - literally the two most attractive voices in the world, listening to this always makes me feel painfully bisexual

The self titled and only album of Fear and the Nervous System is is a curious experience. I have literally never heard anyone in my life sing with as much harrowing intensity and passion as this singer, to the point that I don’t even know if I would call it singing anymore... but it does work and fold into the instrumentals very well, creating a rather unique mood. Genuine “Let me wallow in my depression for an hour before I move on” kind of music. It might click with you, might not. But I do think it’s very underrated. 

Pagans in this corner of tumblr I think would enjoy the shit out of Faun, they got many good songs but my absolute fave is Egil’s Saga

Song stuck in my head: 

Probably best young scrolls track to date. Spits more fire than the Red Mountain, yo. 

Following: around 300 Followers: just passed 1k(?! That’s a lot?! Should I do like, a giveaway or something) 🤔 Amount of sleep: What a weird question... I slept about 7 hours last night. Lucky number(s): 3, 7, 8, 18 Dream job(s): illegal back-alley cyberpunk prosthetics designer/repairman (dont have the qualifications or the technology but one can dream) bog body that starry-eyed semi-feral singers write songs about (possibly attainable?) village cryptid (probably already achieved the status but unfortunately not getting paid for it) artist (I’m doing this one, so hooray!)  Wearing: I’m in my sleepwear already lol. It’s a pair of wide comfy black pants, and a big moss green shirt with a geometric pattern (there used to be gold and silver paint on it but that unfortunately faded out, now it’s just black).  Favourite songs: My answer is same as above really... Idk harrass me in my askbox maybe I will recommend you some songs.  Instruments played: I could play a little guitar at a time, but I’ve forgotten most of it.

Hey, this is only 15! I will add 3 more:

Something that I’m not good at but thoroughly enjoy: Videogames, hands down. My motoric skills and reaction times are less than desirable, lol. Nevertheless I’m a huge gamer and I just love to immerse myself in imaginary worlds. My favourite Halloween costume ever: I once recreated this dress from scratch with a fairly acceptable degree of accuracy My favourite myth of the god(s) I worship (if doesn’t apply, your favourite folk tale): I fear this is going to be an unoriginal answer, but seriously... could anything top Thrymskvidha?

Fun facts:

When I was born, I almost died.

In spite of my entire family being devout Christians, I remember believing in some form of reincarnation at such an early age that I had no business knowing what the word reincarnation even means. I was in fact very convinced at a time that I’m either one of my great-grandparents on my mother’s side, or from the generation before that. (Now that my religion is what it is, honestly I don’t really know if this is true or not. But I thought this back then for some reason.)

I’m left handed.

Before moving to Germany, I sang in choirs my entire life, some of which were fairly professional level, I guess? We would go to international competitions and stuff. 

I don’t know if this was a weird coincidence or the spirit world itself shifted reality around me to protect me, but I somehow never heard the Frozen theme song in its entirety. In my life. Not one time. Not even when it was on the radio non-stop. If I managed to catch it somewhere, it was always when it was just about to end. 

I used to want to be a professional animator, but when I grew up and researched about the profession more, it didn’t seem like it was worth the hassle. Regardless I’m still obsessed with animation, I watch cartoons all the time and I would like to teach myself how to animate even if just on an amateur level. 

I have no idea how to tie a shoe with only one bunny ear. I was taught the two bunny ears method and that’s all I’ve ever known.

Some things that I associate with Loki that have absolutely nothing to do with the lore or anything include snow, a very specific shade of blue, roses, cherry (but only the scent or flavor, not the fruit) and various forms of iridescence.

Like probably all kids who are into metal, I also dreamed of becoming a rockstar a little bit, but more interestingly, in my fantasy I was going to be blindfolded on stage and I thought that would be my schtick as a performer, for some reason. Of course the cloth would have to be sheer in order for me to be able to see just enough to orient myself on stage. It’s somehow both hilarious and bone-chilling to look back on now, that another and actually kind of obvious solution to the orientation issue never occurred to me on my own

The green shirt mentioned above is the only green piece of clothing I own.

I don’t believe in astrology. :/ (Sorry...?) 

When I was a kid, I entered a nationwide contest to write a faux folk tale and my tale made it to the semifinals. 

The only “what is your favourite” type of question I can give a straightforward answer to is what my favourite book is. It’s The Neverending Story by Michael Ende (who would have thought!)

I knew I was nonbinary my entire life, but I only learned that there is a word for it when I was 25.

Besides my native Hungarian, English, and a little German that I speak, I also learned Japanese and Norwegian (in highschool and during university, respectively) both for 3 years each, and I was on roughly B1 (low intermediate) level in them at my best. I don’t remember much of Japanese, and I only understand a little Norwegian when it’s in front of me to read, but once German is no longer the priority, I would like to relearn them at least a little bit. 

One of my completely useless talents is that if we talk to each other and I have a drink in my hand, I will somehow supernaturally detect it from your brainwaves when you are about to tell a funny joke and will attempt to drink just beforehand. This has happened so often that I can now suppress the instinctive urge to try to swallow the drink halfway wrong and choke on it. If you were planning to assassinate me this way, it would not work.

The reason why 18 is my favourite number is because my life seems to be entwined with it in a weird, almost supernatural way. For example an unnaturally large number of things that are important to me (including my birth) happened on the 18th of a month. 

Since there is no Halloween party I’m going to this year, I don’t have a specific costume but I will definitely take my make up kit regardless and go absolutely feral with it just to be in the Halloween spirit a little bit. 

Whew man... it was really tough to come up with 18. I’m more boring than i thought.

I tag:

@mkingamess @ragnarokfox @forest--walker @quietdedication @spellbookofthelostandfound @ast-heljar @cloudy-skyes @d-em-t @suilebhride @edderkopper

Anyone who wants to fill this out can consider themselves tagged as well. Tag my name in it too so I can read it. 

#sithi's posts

[negasonicimagines]

(You kissed her.)

Hi folks! I am so, so sorry for not posting, like, at all, ever! I am trying really hard, I need to stop procrastinating and get on you guys’ requests! I’m bad at keeping track of which rqs are anon and which aren’t, so, if you wanna be tagged in your fulfilled rq, please include to tag @[user] because I copy the rqs into a doc! (this is also useful if you wanna be tagged but not as your main blog!) anyways, I wanted to mix up the writing style a little, sorry if it’s obnoxious!

request: “Can u write something like,Idk,the reader is texting Ellie and asks her to make a makeup tutorial for youtube and she actually films it?And she's all flustered and embarassed interacting with the camera?Sorry if this is too vague”

I tweaked this significantly, I’m so sorry, I just really struggled with doing it justice, especially due to the vagueness of it. But, I did appreciate the request and if you’d like to submit it with a few extra details I would love to write you a new piece! 

Additionally, this is my 30th NTW x reader imagine! Not my 30th published, but I keep my docs numbered and this is number 30! So, go us! 

So sorry for the long A/N! Please enjoy! 

(Text names are what you guys have each other saved as in your contacts!)

Ellie lost touch with most of her friends at home when she moved to Xavier’s.

(Most.)

There was one left, and if you’ve ever read one of these fics before, you know it’s you. Her best friend who she definitely doesn’t have a crush on.

Y/N ♡: Ellie!

҉  ♥Ellie♥  ҉  : What.

Y/N ♡: Your make-up looked really cute on the news today!

҉  ♥Ellie♥  ҉  : Thanks. Your point?

Y/N ♡: I was wondering if you would film a tutorial…? Please?

҉  ♥Ellie♥  ҉  : You don’t need a tutorial, you do makeup just fine. I saw your Snapchat story

Y/N ♡: Yeah, but I don’t do it how you do yours! I wanna learn THAT….

҉  ♥Ellie♥  ҉  : Tough.

Y/N ♡: :-(

Ellie rolls her eyes before leaving you on read. She’s so lucky you can’t see her face when you shamelessly compliment her like that. She gets so damn red, it’s embarassing. Whatever. She plugs her phone in and goes to sleep pretty quickly, not even dreaming.

The next morning, though, when she’s bored, she decides to create the video.

(Like it was a decision, when you were the one asking.)

҉  ♥Ellie♥  ҉  : Fine, I’ll make it. Can’t say I never did anything for you

Y/N ♡: Yay!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

҉  ♥Ellie♥  ҉  : Whatever lol weirdo. Don’t text back I don’t want the phone to vibrate during

She suction cups her phone to her mirror, as she typically does so she can watch Netflix and do her makeup at the same time, but instead of that black and red app, she goes to the camera and begins recording.

“Hello, everyone. Or, just, y’know, Y/N. This is how I do my makeup. I start out with a primer, because I’m not completely stupid, then I go in with my foundation. Yes, it really is this pale ass emo shade. Then I blend it with a beauty blender, yeah, even I haven’t avoided that trend. And then this gray eyeshadow. And then the eyeliner, duh. And then mascara. Lipstick optional, but I’m wearing it tod- Oh! Oh my god!” She covers her mouth.

(Shocked.)

“Hey!” you tell her, stepping through the door. “Oh good, you’re actually recording. I wanted a video of us BFFs reuniting!” You wiggle your fingers towards her, and she rolls her eyes. You were the fun one, she was the grouchy one.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” She remembers the situation.

“I’m not allowed to visit?!” you ask in reply.

“It’s kind of a long drive!” She argues, gesturing with her hands a little, and you shrug.

“Well, yeah, but when you’re moving somewhere it’s a good idea to visit first.”

“What?!” Ellie asks. “You’re a-!?”

(You nod.)

“What kind?! I mean, what do you do?!”

The people who overhear as they pass swear she’s never been this loud before, always responding briefly and nearly muttering her words.

You offer her a packet of sunflower seed snacks. She looks at you, confused.

“Take one,” you tell her. She’s always resisting.

(It’s cute.)

“What’s this got to do with anything?” the jaded girl inquires skeptically.

“Just do it, doofus!”

She takes one from the pack, and goes to crack it.

“No, hold it in your palm.”

“Y/N, you’re acting weirder than these jackasses think I am.”

“Watch!”

You close your eyes, focusing on the seed in her hand. She watches as a small green stem cracks the shell open, roots sprawling out as the stem grows thicker and darker, growing taller until the sunflower bursts open.

“Oh. My. God. Seriously?”

You crack open an eye nervously, smiling with the same tone. “Yeah. And…” You control the roots, causing them to make themselves into legs with feet at the ends. You make the sunflower dance, waving its leaves like arms.

(She just watches.)

Ellie usually didn’t speak as a choice, but in this instance she genuinely didn’t have anything to say.

(Until she realized that yes, she did.)

“Um, Y/N… Well, uh… Can you make the sunflower stop dancing?”

(No, that wasn’t it.)

“Oh, yeah, uh, here.” You hand her the gift bag she hadn’t noticed you’d been holding, and she peeks inside. It’s a bag of soil, as well as a black flower pot and plate set with silver skulls spray-painted on. “For the sunflower.”

“Nice,” Ellie comments, placing the plate and the pot in the correct position, on her desk in front of the window.. You dump some of the soil in the pot, and make the sunflower sit cross-legged, more roots expanding outwards to stake in the dirt before you add more. You take a water bottle from your purse and wet the earth inside with what’s left.

“Well, uh, I’ve gotta tour the campus. Kitty’s showing me around.”

“No,” Ellie immediately disagrees, jealousy rushing through her veins like it’s racing against her blood.

“Did I remember her name wrong?” You ask, confused.

“No, just- I’ll show you around. Tell her not to worry about it.”

You peek your head out the door and shrug, but then you nod.

Damn it, Kitty had been out there waiting for Y/N & listening the whole time? How embarrassing… Ellie thinks.

“Alright, let’s get the tour started, huh?”

The two of you go to exit, before Ellie realizes she’s (uncharacteristically) forgotten her phone! She stops the recording and locks it, sticking it in her back pocket.

You follow her around, listening to her explain the classes you’d likely take and what clubs there were in an exhausted tone.

“Is it really that bad here? Maybe I shouldn’t come…” you tease.

“No!” she nearly shouts,and you look at her with a mildly surprised expression. “Uh, it really doesn’t suck or anything, I’m just… You know… Like that.”

“I was kidding, Ellie, and besides. The papers are all in order. I don’t have anywhere else to go, anyway, my parents… Well, you know how that story usually goes.”

Ellie nods. “I’m really sorry. They seemed better than that.”

“It’s okay. Now I get to be roomies with… Well…”

Ellie’s eyes widen. “Me?”

“Yeah! You’re one of the few students who doesn’t have a roomie yet, so when they told me I could pick, I chose you!”

She tries not to blush.

(It doesn’t work.)

“Oh, jeez, El, you’re really red. You’d think with all that working out as an X-Woman, you wouldn’t get so winded after walking around a bit,” you joke, at least about the working out part. You’ve got no clue why she’s so flushed. “Are you okay? You’re not getting sick or anything, are you?”

“Sick of you,” Ellie remarks, though she doesn’t mean it. The only thing that makes her sick is her own cowardice. She couldn’t even ask you out over text, and now you’re going to be seeing her in person? She’s never going to admit her feelings, is she? She’ll die miserable and alone, just like she is now. 

(And people wonder why she lashes out.)

You giggle nervously, eyeing her expression. Most of the time you knew she wasn’t being serious, or, at least, not being honest, but you did worry sometimes. “Alright… Suppose I’ll have to find Kitty to give me the rest of the tour…” You turn around teasingly, waiting for her to stop you as you slowly walk away.

(She doesn’t.)

It hurts your feelings signifcantly. You don’t turn around, knowing you wouldn’t be able to hide it. You begin walking at a normal pace.

“Hey, wait!” she protests, and you return. “Listen, I’m sorry I’m kind of a dick. I try not to be a dick to you, but it doesn’t always work out, because I really like you.”

“Um… Isn’t that supposed to be… Not like that?” You laugh nervously, a bit concerned for her mental health and your own safety.

“I just mean that- Well- I don’t like being nice to people! It makes me feel weak! And I don’t want to be weak in front of someone I like!”

“Like… Like-like…?” You ask nervously, trying not to sound too hopeful.

(It doesn’t work.)

“Yeah,” she admits dejectedly, your hope most likely being obscurred by the metaphorical dark clouds that always surround her. Most of the time, people saw them as anger. You understand, though.

(They’re shields.)

“Hey. Did you miss my tone completely or something? It was hopeful.”

“Hopeful that I wouldn’t? Sorry to disappoint you, prince- Mmf!”

(You kissed her.)

#negasonic teenage warhead #negasonic teenage warhead x reader #negasonic teenage warhead imagine #negasonicteenageimagines #ellie phimister imagine #Ellie Phimister #ellie phimister x reader #x men imagine #x men x reader #wlw fanfiction #sapphic fanfic

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The Bone Crush

for the OL Prompt Exchange

Prompt #35: Harry Potter AU: Jamie and Claire as students in Hogwarts. Jamie in Gryffindor, Claire in Ravenclaw? Or both in Gryffindor. Maybe post-canon? (submitted by @thistlekat777 ) 

A/N: It’s starting to seem like in-school meet-cutes are becoming my personal niche LOL Here’s a little one-shot for @thelallybrochlibrary OL Prompt Exchange event this month! I was so excited for this prompt I legit ignored my 2k word paper to write 2k words of this in a one-night flurry instead. Please let me know what you think! :D

As far as days went, it could’ve been worse.

He could have been expelled, instead of just sitting in an empty detention hall. He could have lost 50 house points, instead of just 15. He could’ve gotten far worse than a broken arm, and he was lucky enough to have it in whatever muggle strap Hugh was able to produce at a moment’s notice.

And above all, he could have wasted his afternoon staring at a stone wall, instead of gaping blankly at Claire Beauchamp as she strolled into the room.

Yes, as far as days went, this certainly wasn’t bad.

“Um, can I help you?” she said quickly, whisky daring blue to look away.

“W-what are you doing here?”

Her nose wrinkled at that. She brushed her dark curls off her shoulder and crossed her arms.

“This is detention, isn’t it? I thought that was obvious.”

“Aye, but—” She raised an eyebrow. “But ye’re a prefect, are ye no?”

Her lips curved into something just less than a smile.

“My, how very observant of you.”

He sat up in his chair, catching her tone.

“So the rumour about ye stealin’ Madame Pomfrey’s bone-growing juice is true then?”

Whatever smile had been forming fell open and her cheeks pinked.

“It most definitely is not!”

Jamie tried his best to stifle the laugh trembling deep in his belly lest her cheeks get any redder, as tempting as the sight may be.

“Aha, I didna mean to offend ye, Beauchamp,” he said, shoulders still shaking.

“Hmph, Fraser.” She narrowed her eyes at him but pulled the seat from a desk and sat facing him regardless.

“What’s that on your arm?”

“Oh this?” He’d almost completely forgotten the dull throbbing in his broken bone when she walked in. At its mention, the ache rushed back in like blood to an open wound.

He winced as he turned in the desk to face her. “Some muggle cloth my mate Hugh had on him.”

“It’s a sling,” she said, brows drawing together.

“Aye, that’s what he called it. Keeps my arm all still until I can get the bone healed.”

“But—” Her eyes darted from his arm to his face and back. “But then, why are you here? You should’ve gone straight to Madame Pomfrey.”

“Well what good would she do me, lass, since ye stole her bone potion?”

She gave him a dead glare and he laughed until his arm ached again.

“Ach, it wasna really my choice, aye? The prefect who sent me didna leave much room for negotiation, especially considering he’s the one who did it to me.”

Claire sat bolt upright.

“Who the hell was it?”

Jamie ran his free hand through his hair.

“Ye ken Jack Randall, the Slyther—? Ah, I see ye do.”

Her face had contorted in the way so uniquely attributed to Randall by everyone he knew in the Gryffindor common room. Evidently the Ravenclaws felt the same.

“We’ve met, yes.”

“Aye well, he was picking on Hugh – Hufflepuff lad, around this tall, ye know him? – and one thing led to another…”

“And what? You two beat the shit out of each other?”

“Mmrmph, more like I brought my fists to a wand fight.” He squirmed as best he could in his chair, trying not to jostle his arm. “Damn prick doesna fight verra fair.”

“And he sent you straight here? After he started the fight and did that to you?”

“Madame Hooch was the one who caught us brawling. Randall wasted no time giving her his side and offering to escort me right to detention.”

She frowned, and Jamie felt a small surge of pride at her genuine concern for his well-being. The surge stopped roughly around his arm though, as it throbbed with pain yet again.

He repositioned the sling on the desk between them, trying to get more comfortable in his seat.

“What about you, lass? What trouble has the darling Ravenclaw prefect gotten herself into?”

She looked up from his arm to meet his eyes again but said nothing.

“Och c’mon Beauchamp, fair’s fair, aye? It’s no’ like we’ve got something better to do.”

She gave it a moment’s thought before her shoulders slumped.

“Oh alright,” she said, resting her elbows on the edge of Jamie’s desk. “I got caught trying to steal—no, not that. I was trying to take a mandrake root back to my dorm.”

“A mandrake—? Those things from second year that look like tree bairns and screech like the devil? Why on earth would ye want one of those in yer room?”

“If you actually paid attention in Herbology, you’d know they’re a base ingredient in most antidotes and potions.” She huffed, her cheeks puffing out indignantly.

His heart thudded against his chest.

Christ, had she always been this cute?

“They’ve got all sorts of medicinal qualities…” He took another look at her, enjoying the way her face practically glowed, even as she listed off something as mundane as the uses of a mandrake root.

“…they use them for just about everything at St. Mungo’s. I only wanted to do a few tests of my own, but the damn stupid little bugger started fussing in its pot and it slipped right out of my hands.”

“Hang on—” Jamie snapped back into the present. “—aren’t mandrake shrieks fatal? That’s wicked careless of ye, lass.”

She smiled.

God. Damn.

“So you were paying attention in class, I’m impressed.”

“I’d do well to remember things that might kill me, especially at this school,” he added wryly.

“Well, I’m not stupid, I brought earplugs just in case,” she said. “Plus, the baby ones can’t kill you.” Her cheek fell into her palm, and she rolled her eyes. “All they can do is cry loud enough to call Professor Sprout back from her office apparently.”

“Not bad at all, Beauchamp.” He chuckled, but had to stop short as a dart of pain came rushing down from his shoulder. His eyes squeezed shut.

“Is your arm bothering you?”

“Nay Sassenach,” he said through gritted teeth. “I just like makin’ the odd wee grunt of pain every once and awhile, aye?”

“Well, if you weren’t such an arse about it, I could probably help you.”

He regarded her with one eye.

“Help me? So ye’ve got that potion after all?”

“Or I could just let you suffer in pain—”

“What help is it then, Beauchamp?” he said, looking her dead on.

She sat straight, edging the end of her chair as she leaned in, visibly bristling with the same excitement he’d seen on countless first-years as they entered the great hall for the first time.

“There’s a spell used by combat healers in the last Wizarding War. It helps alleviate pain temporarily so that aurors and other soldiers can last longer before getting properly treated.”

“I dinna remember hearing this in class. What spell is it?”

“It’s not really—well, it’s a nonverbal spell, actually.”

“Nonverbal magic?” He raised his brows at her. “Where did ye learn that?”

“From a book,” she answered, suddenly not able to meet his eye as she began to mumble hastily. “A book… from the restricted section of the library.”

“Christ Jesus,” he laughed, “and what else do ye do in yer spare time, Beauchamp, plan to rob Gringotts?”

“Fine. Suffer then.”

Her pout was back, full reddened cheeks and all. Jamie stopped himself, opting for as warm a smile he could muster in spite of the pain.

“Ach, I’m sorry, lass. I just—It feels like I’m only just meeting ye for the first time is all. Please, by all means, I trust ye.”

They locked eyes then, hers looking almost incredulous at the notion. Surely this wasn’t the first time someone’s said that to her. And yet…

“You’re… you’re sure?” Her hand slowly reached down to her boot, drawing out her wand.

“Aye.” Jamie said, feeling quite like he’d never been more sure of anything in his life.

Her face flushed again, but it seemed decidedly different from the last time. He tried not to read into it, even as she leaned over the desk towards him, close enough for him to feel her breath against his throat.

Her left hand gently pressed into his shoulder as she aimed her wand with her right. He hissed at the contact and she peered up at him.

A nod. Trust me.

He nodded back.

And with a practiced twist and flick of her wrist, Jamie felt a warm glow coil around the break in his arm and then dissolve, taking the pain with it.

“Gast' air fad!”

“It worked?”

“Aye, I dinna feel a thing.” He wiggled his fingers, opened and closed his fist. “Thank ye lass, truly.”

She looked up, absolutely beaming and, though the pain was in fact gone, Jamie felt his heart thundering like it had when the bone had just broken.

Something arced between their eyes. Her smile was slowly fading as she started to notice too.

“T-thank you, Cla—”

“Well, if it isn’t Claire.”

Her expression turned venomous in a millisecond as she swiveled her head toward the doorway, rising out of her seat to return her wand to her boot.

“Hello Jack.”

“And what might you be doing here in detention?”

What was a wide smile not three seconds ago was now a tight thin line across her mouth as Claire looked from Randall to Jamie and back again.

Then she smirked.

“Leaving, actually. Jamie and I were just about to go.” She motioned for him to stand and he did.

“Go?” Randall said as Claire strode to the door.

“Yes, go,” she replied, clapping a hand onto his shoulder. “Jamie wasn’t supposed to be here anyway, and I have to take him to Madame Pomfrey’s straight away.”

He sneered, looking from her to Jamie, who simply kept his mouth shut. Claire meanwhile, was not-so-gently pushing against Randall’s shoulder until they were facing each other head on.

“Oh, and Jack?” Jamie could see her nails digging into Randall’s robes even as she smiled at him, dangerously sweet just like the tone of her voice.

“If I ever hear about you picking fights, injuring other students, and sending them to detention without a second thought—” Her pretense dropped, as did her curve of her lips. “—I’m sure Jamie, his friend Hugh and I will have plenty of interesting things to say to Headmistress McGonagall.”

Randall sniffed, his lips tightening together as Claire’s smirk returned.

“A pleasure as always.” She patted his robes, neatly sweeping him aside as she marched off.

Jamie, unable to hold his own smirk back, nodded in greeting with little more than a curt “Randall” before following Claire out the door.

He waited until they turned into a far enough corridor to break.

“Jesus, lass, that was incredible!” he said, grinning even wider when he saw her cheeks flush again. “Guess I have to thank ye for saving my hide twice today.”

“No, I have to thank you,” she said, shaking her head. “I’ve been waiting for a good reason to put that git in his place for ages.”

“Well, happy to oblige ye then.”

The two laughed, letting the sound echo through the halls, hoping that it would somehow make its way back to Randall.

“Well,” Claire said finally, “let’s get you to Madame Pomfrey’s, shall we?” She gave his arm a nudge.

“Och, ye dinna have to go out of yer way, lass.” He shrugged. “I ken where it is.”

He was loathe to leave her though, and just maybe – possibly, hopefully – she felt the same.

“Well, yes but…” He tilted his head at her as she paused, weighing some invisible scale in her mind before heaving a great sigh.

“I suppose I should probably return this,” she mumbled, reaching deep into her robe’s pocket and procuring none other than one large bottle of Skele-gro.

Jamie’s barking laughter most assuredly made it back to Randall, wherever he was.

“Ye truly are a wonder, Beauchamp.” He ran his hand through his hair.

“Tell no one about this, Fraser, or I’ll just as easily un-fix that arm of yours,” she said, only half-joking.

“Do ye mind letting Madame Pomfrey heal me properly before ye set her off in a rage?”

“Fair’s fair.” She returned his grin, sliding the bottle back into her pocket.

“Verra well, Beauchamp, shall we?”

He offered his good arm to her and she, with a smile impossibly wider than his, looped hers through without a second thought.

#OLPromptExchange #outlander #outlander fanfiction #outlander fanfic #jamie x claire #wr writing #The Bone Crush #hogwarts!au

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Changed For The Better 1 [Klaine Advent Day 1]

Rating: S for Shenanigans Word Count: 1624 Summary: AU - Kurt’s a struggling actor living in New York, and is currently working on a Made-for-TV movie starring Cooper Anderson.

A/N: Written for (or really should say inspired by because this is not a drabble, lol) Klaine Advent Day 1: Attachment.  

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Changed for the Better - Part 1/24: Empire State of Mind

Cooper Anderson was pointing in his face again.  Not at him. Not near him.  Literally in his face.  Every scene. Every take.  Kurt Hummel, no longer bewildered by his costar, blinked slowly and took a resigned step backwards.  Cooper didn’t even notice.  

“There she is, my one true love,” Cooper exclaimed.  He was not a real person.  He was a cartoon character come to life, shouting all his lines, never following any kind of direction, and of course, pointing.  

“Then you should go get her.” Every time Kurt recited the line, it was with less enthusiasm.  He was trying.  He really was.  But after fifteen takes, it was getting harder.  He almost choked on the cheesiness.  “If she is your one true love, and you know that she is, you have to tell her, show her even. You need to do something big – like propose!  And oh my god, if you’re really going to propose you better bring the bling because there aren’t two lovebird soulmates in this world as glorious and fabulous as the two of you.  And you know if you like it you have got to put a ring on it.”

Oh, god, did the writers have Beyonce on repeat while they came up with the screenplay?  

“You’re right, Julian,” Cooper suddenly grasped his arms then paused and gave him a confused look.  Kurt wasn’t sure if Cooper was trying to pause for dramatic effect, or if he had just forgotten his next line.  Kurt leaned in, waiting.  “Darla has to know how I feel.  And what better day to propose then on Christmas?”  Cooper whipped around him, nearly knocking him over in the process, as he ran off screen.  

The director yelled cut.  And thankfully, they didn’t have to do the scene again.  

Two months ago, Kurt had been thrilled at the idea of being in a movie.  Sure, it was one of those cheesy, made-for-tv Hallmark Christmas Specials - Love On The Page - the story of two abscent-minded people who met at a bookstore, and fell in love over their shared love of reading romance stories - but it was a movie.  And in the five years that he had been out of college, roles hadn’t exactly landed in his lap.  So when there was an audition came up for the role of Julian Harper, the very flamboyant (and ridiculously stereotypical) gay best friend who helped get the main characters together, he took it.  Hey, he was in a movie.  Neither Rachel or Mercedes could say that.  It was also a job - one that he needed if he wanted to keep living in New York.

The bonus, at first, was working with Cooper-body of a god-Anderson.  He knew of Cooper his many insurance commercials.  The commercials didn’t do him justice.  Cooper was one of the most attractive men he had ever seen in real life.  He was also, Kurt learned soon enough, one of the most annoying.  After two months on set, Kurt didn’t feel so lucky anymore.  

“Kurt,” Cooper placed an arm around his shoulders.  Kurt rolled his eyes - here we go again.  “The director seems to think your performance was fine.  And it is, it is…”

“But…”

“But,” Cooper clenched a fist.  “I’m just not feeling the intensity from you.  Where’s your passion, Kurt? Look, I know you have an attachment to the methods you learned in that radio school-”

“Musical theater.”

“Same thing.  But you’re all in your head.  And real passion comes from here.”  Cooper slapped him on his chest.  “That’s your heart, Kurt.”

“Yes, I know.”

“Also, I think you can play the part a little, I don’t know, gayer.”  

Kurt raised an eyebrow.  The only way role of Julian Harper could be any gayer was if he literally fucked a dude on top of a Pride parade float while singing Judy Garland, with RuPaul and a bunch of drag queens swirling rainbow flags behind him.  

“Wait,” Cooper paused again.  Kurt couldn’t tell if he liked being that dramatic, or if it really took him that long to process a thought.  “Are you really gay?

Only Cooper Anderson would ask that.  

“Yes…”

“I should introduce you to my little brother.  He’s not quite the talent that I am, and only half as good looking, but some say that we’re twins.  Only, we’re not…twins.  He’s also gay, and…”

“Nope,” Kurt didn’t even want to imagine what a less attractive Cooper-twin would be like.  “I’m good.”

Kurt managed to slip away before Cooper could try to give him any more advice, or try to set him up on a date.

On his way out of the studio, Kurt bumped into one of the producers, who happened to be escorting a very attractive blond man into the studio.

“Oh, hey, Kurt, glad I bumped into you,” the producer said.  “Seems we found you a boyfriend.”  

Kurt did a double-take.  “What?”

“Meet Sam Evans, we just cast him as Julian’s boyfriend.”

Oh right, the last scene where everyone ends up happily-ever-after in a flashforward.  

The blond man held out his hand.  “Hi, I’m Sam.  Sam-I-Am.”  

Kurt shook it “Hi, I’m Kurt.”  

“It’s so nice to meet you,” Sam grinned. “I mean I’ve never really done a movie before.  I’ve been on a set but mostly for modeling.  My agent said it’d be a good role to take if I wanted to do a little more with my skills.  I’m still not sure, but I can’t believe I’m on a real movie set.  This amazing, right?  Wow.”  Sam continued to shake his hand as he spoke, and for a moment Kurt couldn’t help but crack a smile.  It had been a long time since he met anyone with such genuine interest in what was going on.  It was a nice change - infectious almost.  “Looking forward to working with you, Kurt,” Sam said as the producer ushered him away.  

“Yeah, same.”  

/

It was Friday night, and unlike most people in New York City, Kurt had nowhere to be.  He wasn’t ready to go home yet, despite the six hours of the Facts of Life waiting for him on DVR.  The apartment felt too lonely since Adam had left.  And as much as he was glad that was over - as much as he was glad he had his own space again - the ache of loneliness was beginning to creep up on him again.  It didn’t help that Mercedes and Rachel were always busy with their own lives.

“Kurt, I’m so, so sorry I can’t make it to dinner tonight, sweetie,” Mercedes said over the phone as he walked to the subway. “I have to get this track finished.  The album’s on a deadline - and if I don’t get it complete, they’ve threatened to use autotune.  And you know my voice doesn’t sound good autotuned.  We’ll have dinner tomorrow, I promise.”  

At least Mercedes had a legitimate excuse.  Rachel seemed to be all over the place lately.  “Kurt, Jesse’s taking me out to dinner tonight, and I really think it would be beneficial to my career to go,” Rachel had said that morning when they met for breakfast.  

“Jesse? What happened to Brody?”

“Brody and I just weren’t connecting,” Rachel had said.  “Plus, I found out that he was sleeping with half the city.  But it’s fine.  It’s fine.  Jesse’s great and we’re connecting much better.  It probably helps that we’re costarring in the same show.  Think of the publicity we’ll get if we’re dating - people will just line up to see if the chemistry is real or not and it is. And the show will be a huge hit.  And then guess who becomes the star? Me.  And then I’ll be getting plenty of offers and next thing you know, someone will be writing a musical based on my life - and if Jesse and I have such a great connection, he can star in it, too.  Don’t you see?”

He was used to Rachel’s brand of crazy, but what he really saw was his friends succeeding when he felt stuck.  Just stuck.  

He took the long way home that evening, stopping to check out a new music store, and grab some takeout on the way home, delaying the inevitable return to an empty apartment.  

But when he arrived home, someone was waiting for him.  

That someone was dressed like a glittery, steampunk love child of David Bowie and Lady Gaga.  “Hi, I’m Elliott Gilbert.  I’m supposed to be meeting a Kurt Hummel here - I answered an ad about needing a roommate?”

Oh, god, Kurt had completely forgotten.  “Oh, right, right,” Kurt said fumbling for his keys.    

“Sorry, I don’t usually look like this - well, mostly of the time anyway, I just got off a show.”

“A show?”

“Yeah, I’m in a band,” Elliott gave an easy smile.  “But don’t worry, I won’t practice at home if you’re not into that.  I just – really need a place to sleep, and keep my stuff.   See, my last roommate just got married, and this other band I was in, I stayed a lot at their place, went out to the LA scene, but I’ve been in New York for, I don’t know, ten years now, and it feels too much like home, you know?  Anyway, they’re raising rent at my old place, like, a couple grand, which I can’t swing even with a roommate so I’m really hoping this works out because it’s either this or moving in with my current band - which means a single loft with six people in Bushwick, or I guess moving back to New Jersey.”  

For the second time that day, Kurt gave an honest smile.  Maybe things were looking up.  

#klaine advent 2017 #though I feel bad about tagging it as such since it is not a drabble #oh well #s.o. writes things #klaine advent: attachment

[scholar-thief]

RP Log: Momori and Rerenima meet at an Ul’dahn ball.

Momori - Dressed in fine silks and finer filigree, the Ul’dahn elite made their way to the grand ballroom for yet another of one of their exclusive parties. But under the cover of revelry, business was being done. Alliances were drafted, rumors were exchanged, and strategies were formed.

Rerenima || Fancy parties were nothing new to Rerenima. It felt like he was sent to one of them at his mother's every opportunity. Already tonight he'd been forced into dozens of awkward conversations with other lalafell, and even some taller races... And now he stood grumbling at a punch bowl, trying desperately to stay as small as possible- smaller than he already was- to avoid yet another conversation.

Momori has spent most of the night by her client’s side, dutifully jotting down notes and storing business cards as they come. But, as the night stretched on, her client grew more and more interested in partying...it’s definitely the alcohol.

Momori - There wasn’t much for her to do now. From the corner of her eye, she spies someone lingering by the punch bowl, obviously trying to avoid conversation. Despite knowing this, Momori approaches.

Momori: “Hello.”

Rerenima nearly visibly cringed at the sound of a voice near him, and had to take stock of his own sanity before he could turn to face the voice with a pleasant, but very fake, expression. "Hello there, how fares the evening for you?" He asks, clearly not wanting to know the answer.

Momori mirrors his forced smile, and takes a moment to observe her target. Raven black hair - the new heir to the Rurunima fortune, perhaps? He doesn’t look too pleased to be here. Must be new.

Momori: “Night’s just getting started for me. How’s the punch?”

(Momori) dubiously flavored red punch is what i imagine )) (Momori) red flavored )) (Rerenima) ewwwww lol )) (Momori) better than blue! xD ))

Rerenima has one of the many glasses on the table in his hand, the long nails on one hand tapping against it idly. "If I'm being honest?" He responds, slightly less standoffish than before. He was expecting someone a bit.. older. Maybe this was his lucky day? "Not enough alcohol. Not -nearly- enough."

(Momori) Momori’s 30 btw..but then again. All lalas are ageless beings tbh >:D )) (Rerenima) engrish, me no wut is ) (Rerenima) pff not that much older than him xD ) (Momori) how olds Re? :o )) (Rerenima) settling with 27 for now. xD ( (Rerenima) Probably looks younger, though lol ) (Rerenima) if even lalas can tell that kind of thing xD ) (Momori) no idea )) (Momori) a 'child' lala uses the adult model LOL )) (Rerenima) further proof that they are grown in potato patches. )

Momori dully looks at the punch bowl, and then back to Rerenima. The stuffs strong...She’s had it before. Maybe he’s looking to get hammered? “If it’s more alcohol you want, Ser, that can be arranged.”

Momori ominously pulls out a small vial full of an unknown brown liquid, expression unchanging.

Rerenima must have a pretty high tolerance- he barely looks tipsy despite having stood there for only the gods know how long. He takes a glance to either side of him, checking to see if anybody was watching him. His mother was otherwise engaged, as was his butler Kelza, with some other family's servants, no doubt. "Sign me up," He replies with a sneaky little smirk, offering his glass to dump some of it into.

(Rerenima) cuz its always a good idea to take random unidentifiable liquid from strangers amirite? ) (Rerenima) WHAT COULD GO WRONG?? ) (Momori) LOL I was gonna say xD )) (Rerenima) bet she's kicking herself for not bringing some chloroform. "Hey, smell this!" "sure! X_X" ))

Momori raises a brow, but pours a shot’s worth of liquor into Rerenima’s glass. “...Cherry Brandewine.” She similarly pours herself a bit and takes a sip.

Momori: “You must be new around here.”

Rerenima spins his glass a bit to mix it up and gives it a tiny sniff, both eyebrows raised. PHEW. Yes. This will get him sufficiently slammed. Perfect. He takes a few gulps all at once, coughing in a most unmannerly way that caught the attention of a patron or two. He quickly straightens up and brushes himself off. Nothing to see here.

Rerenima: "Thanks!" He squeaks.

Rerenima: OH!

Rerenima: "Uhh.. new? I wouldn't say that, exactly. Been going to these damdable things since I was old enough to introduce myself without a stammer."

Rerenima: "You, on the other hand, I've not seen before."

Rerenima ponders over you.

Momori - His reaction is answer enough. The corner of her mouth quirks up as she holds herself back from laughing. Must. Be. Polite. Mustbepolite. She clears her throat.

Momori: “They do a good job at keeping me hidden in the back. And by they, I mean my clients.” She stiffly offers him her hand. “Momori Mori. Conservationist and historian.”

Rerenima seems sufficiently surprised. "Conservation efforts? Around here? And they're buying into it?" He asks, genuinely surprised that any number of the hoity toity frilly guests here would be interested in anything other than lining their own pockets.

Momori gives him a practiced smile. “You’d be surprised how much history means to those in this room. Now...” She casually leans against the punch table. “What do you go by? Unless you’re content being indexed as ‘hey you’ in my mind.”

Rerenima chuckles as the booze settles in. "Rerenima Rurunima. The pleasure is mine." Hard to say if he means that or not. He takes another drink off the glass, smaller this time.

Momori narrows her eyes for just a split second as her suspicions are confirmed. It could be valuable to get to know him a bit more, given his family’s wide net of connections. She refills his glass, hoping that another drink could help loosen his lips...and lower his guard.

Momori: “Likewise. So, what do you think about all this?” She gestures to the ballroom and, in turn, the rich folk that fill it. “For many, they see opportunity. Money to be made. Power to be gathered. What about you? Do you see something else?”

Rerenima seems to be internally debating with himself over exactly how he should answer this question, given where he's located and who could be listening. But, after a few more sips, he's run out of fucks to give, and states as plainly as can be, "I see a bunch of lecherous old men and women eyeballing me like I'm some prize to be won or some happy ending to their utterly boring night. Frankly, I feel filthy just standing around here -letting- them look at me, and I want out. You?"

(Rerenima) when u painfully aware that ur mama tryna sell you like a high class whore lol ) (Rerenima) bet that there's more than a few lalas around here who are strictly gilsexual. Gender got nothin to do with it, but they better be loaded. With money. ) (Rerenima) i ain't sayin they's a gold digger... )

Momori can’t help herself. A cheeky grin spreads on her face and she giggles a single time - the rest is kept back when she brings a clenched fist up to her lips. But as quickly as she had let out her true feelings, her mask is back on. Stoic, serious Momori.

Momori: “...Ahem.”

Momori: “Perhaps I am naive compared to you, Ser, but I see a room full of good lords and ladies who hold the financial fate of Ul’dah in their hands. Hmmm.” She adjusts her glasses, looks at the crowd, and then Rerenima. “But if I squint, I can see what you mean. Hehe.”

(Momori) LOL I feel if Kelza were here he'd be dragging Re back to safety by his ear )) (Rerenima) conveeeeniently distracted for the time being lol ) (Momori) butler be butlering! ))

Rerenima almost immediately feels bad after her response. "Maybe," he mumbles, taking another sip. He's leaning on the table now, and seems to have forgotten some of his manners in all of the alcoholic haze. "I've just.. I'm not much a part of it. I mean, I am, I benefit from it, but this whole business running thing? Not for me. Not really. Better left to the people who know what the hell they're doing."

Momori tilts her head, somewhat surprised. “And here I thought all rich families raised their heirs with one purpose in mind. You’re not like them, Rere. And that’s a good thing.”

Momori: “And I can guarantee you that, in this room, there are countless others who don’t know what the hell they’re doing. They just aren’t aware of that fact.”

Rerenima: "Just maybe I -would've- been taught how to do all these things if my father hadn't suddenly... y'know." He waves a hand about dismissively, and for just a moment seems like he might truly get upset about it and make a scene.

Momori blinked. She had heard rumors, and it seemed that there was an inkling of truth in them yet. But she got the feeling that he wasn’t quite ready to tell her the details. It was too sensitive. “...Sounds like you need a bit of fresh air, and maybe another shot.”

Rerenima: "I think I do," He agrees in a wobbly, small voice. He abandons his glass, and the table, and as well as he can, heads towards the nearest exit while avoiding as many people as possible. The gaze he did -not- escape, however, was Kelza's. Rather than follow his charge, however, he simply watches him go with a curious, if not slightly concerned, expression. Another conversation distracts him once again.

Momori watches Rere leave - and as she walks by her, she slips her business card into his pocket. “Hey, some friendly advice. Don’t take drinks from strangers.” Momori smiles slightly. “See you ‘round.”

Momori checks on her client. Passed out, like always...which meant she had a fair bit of free time on her hands. Where would this drunk whelp wander too? Right before he completely leaves her sight, she dips behind a curtain and follows from the shadows.

Rerenima barely hears the advice, his brow furrowed as he stops in his tracks to ponder on it.. and then carry on again. Was it just him, or was it getting unusually warm in here suddenly? He wanted- no, he NEEDED- to get out of here, away from all these people.. and so he walked, pushed his way through the crowd, didn't even bother to apologize.

(Rerenima) this seems "away" enough lol ) (Rerenima) nice dark corner rofl ) (Momori) damn this dramatic lightning! (Rerenima) if i tilt the camera just right i get dramatic anime glasses lol ) (Momori) oh perf!!!! ))

Rerenima finally gets outside of the building, immediately taking a deep breath of fresh air.. and just as quickly taking a few steps off to the side to hurl all the alcohol he's been consuming. Guess he had just a liiiiittle too much.

Momori follows a distance away. It’s something she’s done many, many times. Gods, he makes a tempting target to simply rob and run, but she isn’t in the business of such crude practices anymore. Instead, she waits. Likely, someone else has their eye on him already..

Rerenima makes an unhappy groan once everything's done with, muttering more than a few curses as he stumbles just a few more feet away and collapses on his ass on the top of the stairs looking as miserable as can be.

(Rerenima) maaan he gon be so easy to pick on rofl ) (Momori) someone could just gently take him away.....if kelza was watching too, we’d have a person stalking at a person stalking at a person situation going on xD )) (Rerenima) stalker stalking a stalker stalking a dummy. ) (Momori) want me to jump him or do u wanna write for some thugz )) (Momori) *me writing some thugz. Momori will just be watching suspiciously in the night the whole time lmao )) (Rerenima) he's aaaall hers. xD  ) (Rerenima) buut can raise the stakes a lil :) ))

Rerenima || Meanwhile, back at the party, Re's mother seems to have realized that her son's vanished. She'd wanted to introduce him to someone! In a huff, she stalks over to Kelza, and demands to know where he's gotten to! When no answer is provided, he is DEMANDED to go find him! Immediately!

Momori - Rerenima’s drunken wandering does not go unnoticed. A gang of lalafell dressed in cheap leather armor jovially play cards nearby, and their conversation quickly goes from impassioned shouts to hushed plotting. As a group, they encircle Rere and one of them nudges him with the butt of their club. “Eh. You.”

(Momori) Re's mom sounds like a helicopter parent )) (Rerenima) only when it benefits her :) )

Rerenima , who is in no mood at all for anything or anyone, simply grumbles, "What do you want..." without actually looking behind him. Perhaps he should've.

(Rerenima) when u too rich to know what danger looks like

Momori: “Oy, this one’s as drunk as a pig! Let’s get ‘im, boss!” one of the thugs says, just loud enough for Rere to hear. The leader nods, and each one of them pulls up a bandana to hide their identity. Another cuts off any escape routes, and keeps watch for any guards.

Momori: “Give me everything in your pockets. Now. Hurry.” The thug presses the end of his club against Rere’s chest, commanding urgency.

Rerenima || At first he'd simply rolled his eyes, but as more of the conversation revealed itself, sobriety set in quickly. "Wait, what?!" and all at once he was wide-eyed and terribly aware of just how many thugs were actually out here tonight. This wasn't looking good for him. Shit shit. Shouldn't have come out here alone. Shit. SHIT! For once, he does the smart thing- exactly what he's asked. Unfortunately for them, he's not carrying all that much- a couple gil, whatever's on his fingers...

Momori - The amount is not enough to get the thugs off his back, not by a long shot. The thug grumbles, and eyes what Rere might have on his person. Any valuable jewelry or items of great value?

(Momori) family ring? or anything that would cause a stir if it were gone )) (Momori) heck they'll just take his glasses lmao )) (Rerenima) hahaha poor kids gon be blind (Rerenima) tempted to have someone come to the rescue but that might ruin poor momo's chances haha (Momori) momo is completely content to stand by and watch if you want to be rescued by someone else! )) (Momori) momori is a terrible person lmao )) (Rerenima) the badass butler XD ) (Momori) oh shiiet )) (Momori) go for it! ))

Rerenima is on his feet now, waving his hands about and insisting he doesn't have anything else... at least not that would be worth anything! Surely! Except there was -one- thing, and it was quickly snatched away from him. A pocket watch, that it -almost- seemed like he would be willing to fight for had he not been held back by some handsy assholes. (cont)

Rerenima || Meanwhile, Kelza, silently cursing himself for letting an idiot out of his sight, opens the same back door that Re had just come from, and immediately sees the ruckus. Oh HELL no. He takes a gun from the inside of his jacket, aims upwards, and shoots. THAT aughta get their attention.

(Momori) GUN )) (Rerenima) dont bring a knife to a gun fight >:3 )

Momori: “Shit! Scramble, boys!” The thugs holding Rere quickly push him to the ground and each of them, as they pass, give him a drive-by kick. Pocket watch in their possession, they split up and flee into the dark alleyways like desperate rats.

Momori ‘s full attention is now on Kelza as she passively observes from her hiding spot.

(Rerenima) HAHA ) (Rerenima) i like how he literally hops into the sitting position rofl ) (Momori) little bounce xD ))

Rerenima doesn't have much time to shout after them, as he's both pushed, and then kicked, falling to the ground like a rock, breaking his glasses, cracking a nail.. it's not a good night for him. Rather than acting like a worried mother when Kelza rushed to Re's side, as one might suspect a butler should do, he made quick to chastize him. "What did I tell you about going off on your own?! You're lucky you're alive!"

Rerenima: "They.. they took it.. They took it!!" He suddenly cries out to Kelza's surprised expression.

Rerenima: "Took what?" The butler asks, annoyed.

Rerenima: "His watch! I need to get it back!"

Rerenima: "You were two minutes away from dead and -that's- what you're worried about?!" Kelza snaps, but Rerenima snaps right back at him! "He gave that to me! It's the only thing I have left of him!"

Rerenima: "How much did you drink?" Kelza asks accusingly.

Rerenima Between the two of them, the argument continues unabated for several long minutes, with Re attempting his damndest to convince Kelza that he NEEDED to get that watch back, and Kelza very much brushing him off-- literally and figuratively-- and eventually insisting- no, requiring, that they go home. Now.

Rerenima || The more he was brushed at, the angrier Re got until all at once he slaps Kelza's hand away, standing on his own, and doing exactly that. But there is a determination there in his plastered eyes that was not there before. Fuck this entire day.

Momori’s brows drew together as she contemplated the true nature of Rere and Kelza’s relationship. No matter, there was a takeaway regardless of that. A pocket watch found, and a debt created...Her master would be interested in hearing more about this. But around now, her client would be coming to their senses back at the party, and she had appearances to keep up.

Momori silently steps back into the shadow, the night cloaking her like an old friend.

#ff14 rp logs #Momori Mori #Rerenima Rurunima

[venicespeaks]

To the little girl who lost her way,

Sometimes, I want to ask the universe why... “She’s just a little girl, why did you break her so much?”

Finding pieces of myself at the most random places makes my heart a little sad. It just makes me realize how much I lost myself over the past years. I’ve been talking about it for months, I know but it’s just really sinking in now as me and my friends bring up old conversations — mainly when we were in highschool. I was very shocked because I was very different back then. We were always engaged in fights, we wouldn’t attend our classes when we don’t feel like it, we would wear whatever we want to wear, we would say a shit ton of bad words and wave our middle fingers in pictures, we would cut classes, we would get our phones confiscated for texting too much, we would pass cheat sheets around during exams, we would say hi to the guys we liked with no shame and meet with them if we’re lucky, and many other things that I’ve seem to have forgotten. Ahh, life was good back then. No one expected me to be anyone or anything. I was just being me, a free spirt — with my nerdy glasses, sad tweets, cute Instagram edits, and of course, my clumsy ass in a floral skirt.

After winning a pageant and being criticized by the whole community for not being pretty enough or tall enough, I finally broke and towards the end of highschool, I became a watered-down version of me. I became softer, kinder and less mean (lol). I was thinking back then that I didn’t want anyone to feel what I was feeling. I didn’t want to be the reason why someone is crying at night, questioning their worth. I didn’t want to be intentionally responsible for someone else’s pain.

I saw the opportunity to completely change in college — which is something that I regret the most. I really pushed myself to purposely fit in to who they think I was. I can say that I don’t like who I’ve become in the span of those 4 years. It felt suffocating to be the good girl. It felt draining to always be the nice one. I’ve always felt like I needed to be at my 100% at all times and always carried the thought “How are they supposed to carry on if even I can’t do it?” around. I’ve always felt like it’s my responsibility to push other people up. But of course, back then, I didn’t know these things. I wasn’t mad or tired or anything. I thought I was just serving my purpose which is to help people and make them happy. You know what sucks, though? At the end of the day, no one even tells me that they’re proud of me because “of course, she’s Vee, she’s good.” It’s not like I needed anyone’s validation but it just felt sad to be wanting to celebrate something without having anyone to celebrate it with because apparently, “nothing’s ever too hard for Vee.” I mean, no one’s ever genuinely proud of me because they never saw the struggle.

My confidence also dropped in college. I felt the ugliest and most insecure about my appearance and personality. It’s also hard to voice this out without anyone ever thinking that I was just fishing for complements. I couldn’t do what I wanted to do or say what I wanted to say out loud without anyone thinking that I’m going a little too much out of my “good girl” box. I bet my college peers wouldn’t even recognize the highschool version of me and my highschool peers wouldn’t recognize the college version of me.

Do I regret being the good girl? No, of course not. I have made good memories and though they weren’t as fun as the ones I made in highschool, they’re still something. But what I regret the most is changing from a bright neon red to a pastel yellow. I used to be at full brightness back then. I was very passionate — you could see the fire in my eyes. I was cheerful, always had something to say and very transparent with what I feel. Now, I just don’t want to be “too much” of anything, scared to attract attention. I just want to be the giver, the one who cheers on the sidelines, the one who would usually go unnoticed if gone and the one who just smiles and nods and says “i’m fine, it’s fine, no worries.” There’s no one to blame, really. I like this new heart anyway. I just hate that I lost that spark in me.

I guess, my takeaway is to literally not give a FUCK about anything or anyone. I don’t want to say that I’ve wasted 4 years of my life but, maybe I really did? College could’ve been so much fun and I could’ve been into so many places and met many people if only I wasn’t the ~tamed and scared~ one. Also, please, future me, do not let go of your kindness but let go of the people who do not deserve it and don’t be scared to do that. You don’t owe them anything. It’s important to have a solid support system that grounds you too. I know that being mad at what happened wouldn’t change anything but I’d like to just put this out there to serve as a reminder that this is something that I don’t want to happen again in the future. Sometimes, I can still catch myself laughing hard but shutting up after a few seconds because I sounded too loud. Or, wanting to tweet something with a bad word but deleting it after reading it over for a few times because it may be too much. Or, wanting to approach old friends and ask them how they’re doing but realizing that I wasn’t really that close to them so the conversations may be awkward and hard to maintain.

Moving forward, I’ll continue to find who I truly am, what fits me and what really matters to me. I genuinely thought that I knew myself back then but sometimes, life just pushes you a little too hard and then you’re lost again. That’s fine, though. What a boring trip it would be if we’d all just walk in straight lines. Now, I just can’t wait to come back home... to me.

I’m afraid to say this aloud thinking that life would take the freedom away from me again but... you know, I couldn’t breathe for a long time... but now it feels like I’m breathing again. 🍃

[furederiko]

Would you look at that? It's my 1400th post! In Kyuranger episode 33, the team reunites with several old friends, as they welcome a new arsenal to their ranks!

NOTE: In case you somehow missed the notice, this belated recap-view is for the episode that aired on October 8th, 2017. Expect the one for episode 34 that aired a few days ago (on Sunday, October 15th)... soon-ish! ;D

- No intro narration? That feels weird. - With ORION's heroic sacrifice, the Rebellions are now left homeless, and without any necessary transportation. So much for their plan to head out into the Crux System to locate the whereabouts of Don Armage, right? Well... not exactly. - A familiar face teleports her way out of the blue. Yep, Eris returns! Her arrival heralds two major reveals. First, she pretty much confirms that the past has INDEED been altered. Remember how I was kind of concerned how Eris would play a part in the quest for Argo, knowing that Orion has passed away in battle 300 years ago? Turns out, that part of history has been rewritten. She no longer knew the white warrior, and it was none other than Commander Xiao who delivered the Carina Kyu Globe for her safekeeping (as well as entrusting the Vela Kyu Globe to the Vela Tribe, as we'll see later on through his... picture show). Second, in the event of anything bad happening to ORION, Eris has been asked to deliver a special message from Xiao (via the Capricorn Kyu Globe). And it speaks about... Fun fact: Do pay attention to Spada and Raptor's fun reaction when Eris shows up! XD - Legendary Battle Orion Ship!!! Turns out, Orion was building an intergalactic battleship for the past heroes' fight against Jark Matter. As has been teased in the closing scene last week, apparently Xiao took over the development, and completed the process in Orion's sake. It means Xiao was the one who hid the ship as well. - The coordinates that Xiao sends on his message leads Lucky and Tsurugi to... Orion's grave. Aaaawww -_-. At the same time, the others discover a hidden passage underneath the location. Unfortunately, Vice-Shogun Kukuruga is also on the move, tailing our heroes alongside Menaster of the Aries System, Twistler. The Jark Matters don't really have any clue of what the Kyurangers are doing there. Well, at least, until Balance spills the bean. - You see, Twistler unfortunately casts his power on Balance, Hammy, and Spada, that alters and twists their personalities. Balance becomes all classy and sophisticated, Hammy with her hair pulled back (NICE look!) behaves like an old-lady, and Spada is... a rude punk? LOL. This is worse than our regular body-switch trope, because not only they have become a completely different person, they also respond others by doing the opposite of what is being told. So much so, that Naga has to paralyze them using Aries Kyu Globe. - As for the Battle Orion Ship? Well... the 2nd team has already located it. I know what you're thinking... "That was FAST!". Surprise, surprise, the bridge's interior looks exactly like ORION's. Likely due to budget concern and to prevent spoilers ("Episode of Stinger" and web-series "High School Wars" would be released prior to this episode), it still makes sense knowing who is behind its completion. Oh, but there's a bonus item. A cold-sleep capsule is placed in the center, one which Lucky, Kotarou (seriously guys, again?), and Garu jump in to open without any care in the world. - Do we even need to guess who's inside? Of course it's none other than... Xiao himself! He's not even fazed or confused like his 'cold-sleep bro' Tsurugi was (the two even shared the spotlight in the ending sequence), seemingly more than prepared to encounter the Kyuranger's familiar faces. Aaaaawww for sweet reunion! Remember when he and Champ promised to find a way back to the present time? THIS is Xiao's way. Completely ignoring the fact that he's basically putting himself in a dangerous gambling situation. I mean, seriously, if ORION hasn't been destroyed, would the team even search for this ship and find him? Probably NEVER. LOL. And Champ? What about our wrestling robot? I'll get back to this later... - It's not Xiao if he doesn't start blabbing tall-tales right away. Both Raptor's and Naga's reactions to his shenanigans are priceless as usual. But having emotions puts the latter on a different sneer & jeer-ish level that is just... amazing. Even Stinger and Kotarou are tagging along this time as Naga breaks the 4th wall, while Lucky simply doesn't get it. Comedy gold! - Interestingly, Xiao confirms that he's aware of Don Armage's 'revival' as well. Does this imply that the current Armage is in fact the same one that Leo Red Orion had defeated in the past? He also reveals that... Battle Orion Ship can NOT be activated without the Orion Kyu Globe. Which is a problem, because the item could NOT be found in the past. So how will they counter Kukuruga's sudden air strike then? Leave that task to Phoenix Soldier and his Gigant Phoenix. Because while Naga brilliantly manipulates poor-twisted Balance, Hammy, and Spada to fight (what a FUN roll call! How I wish every member is altered), Lucky has a more important task: awakening the Orion Kyu Globe. - That's right, Orion's power has been passed down to Lucky, so he's the only one who can activate it. And it's a moving sequence too, because we get to see Orion again... albeit only in spirit form. Aaaawww, that makes me sad. Hmmm... if his spirit shows up, this confirms that he's DEFINITELY not the new Don Armage. There goes my Darth Vader theory then! LOL. That also means, Lucky's backstory might not be as important nor elaborate as we all presumed... Fun fact: Just like Akyanba, Kukuruga proves that he's also a smart antagonist. Not because he can absorb attacks and returns them. Kukuruga actually stops Leo Red before he can utilize the Supreme Kyu Globe! YIKES. Had Orion's club is not available nearby, he could've been a complete goner... - Orion Voyager debuts! True to its namesake, the golden colored arsenal is shaped like its original owner's weapon. It also activates Battle Orion Ship, with Raptor immediately jumping in to maneuver its first official lift off. The sequence gets better, because when Leo Red Orion boards the Voyager, it transforms the battleship into the team's 4th mecha, the Orion Battler. Sweet homage to ORION, right there! And I'll be damned, it's a sentient robot too. It runs off on its own halfway through battle! - Actual design might be bricky and tacky to look at, with a blue-gold color scheme that seems to be a common/standard of many Super Sentai secondary mecha. But even I have to admit, just like Gigant Phoenix, Orion Battler looks really good and visually impressive in action. I like how the ship's landing platform serves as some kind of coat-tail on the robot's back. Giving off the impression that it's wearing a cape or long coat! One more thing, I've been wondering how any passenger inside the ship would be affected by the transformation, since the battleship basically rotates 90 degrees to stand up. So it's such a pleasant surprise that this episode actually shows what happens to the other Kyurangers on the bridge LOL. A nice minor detail, considering the show could've simply ignored this fact and just ran along with it. - Back to the case of Champ. While the team is busy tidying up their new home, Stinger is quick to address the elephant (or should I say 'bull'? Nice 'flower' arrangement, by the way ;D) in the room: "What happened to Champ?". My oh my, this is one of the downside of having so many members. When one of their own is gone, the others don't immediately take notice! Seriously though, even I somehow had forgotten about him during my first viewing. According to Xiao, Champ put him to cold-sleep, and then went out to locate... Professor Anton. - This raises its own concern, because we all know Anton is a Jark Matter operative. Situation gets more dire, as Kukuruga and Akyanba seem to have discovered Anton's laboratory. One that contains the one and only... Champ!

Overall: This episode was undeniably the Super Sentai love letter to that iconic anime by the title "Uchuu Senkan Yamato". From the shape of the new battleship, the cannon sequence (which is a brilliant follow-up to Xiao's previous remark), down to the tune of its BGM, everything just felt like non-stop homage to the classic series. I have to admit, a 'reveal episode' like this sort of lost its charm upon second viewing. But when I first saw it via stream (without sub), it was genuinely entertaining and more enjoyable to experience. Like I've said above, Orion Battler is an impressive 4th robot. Yet it's far more impressive to know that the writers are addressing trivial and at times minor details that even the most devoted audience would've missed. IMHO, that's the sign of good writing! Next weekTomorrow: Champ Wars - A Luchador Story... PS: If nothing unexpected and incidental happens along the way, recap-view for episode 34 is expected to arrive tomorrow. Same time, same channel!

Episode 33 Score: 8,1 out of 10

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blurry | bambam

prompt: inspired by bammie’s instagram selfie hot dayum could i not contain myself, so i made an imagine abt it B) here it is if ya wanna get attacked by our bamchinja. c;  group: GOT7 pairing: bambam, you genre: fluff words: 3185 note:  sorry theres so many spelling errors its currently 3:18 am and im tired as heq ill edit this tomorrow thanku ㅠㅠ

“Dude, you got this.”

“Yeah, well, what if I don’t? Our asses are on the line here,” Bambam’s worried tone reverberates from your phone’s speakers. You have it on loudspeaker mode because you were in the mood for some mint chocolate ice cream. You just got home from classes today and boy was it scorching hot outside. 

“Yes, you do. And no, they’re not. You’ve been practicing nonstop for this comeback, Bam, I think you have it all down by now,” you repeat a little louder than usual as you open the freezer and take out the pint of sweet and cooling treat. 

Setting it down on the kitchen counter, you cap the lid off and start digging in with your spoon. “And why are you so nervous? You’ve never asked me advice on how to handle stage fright ever since we knew each other,” you comment through the melting of your favorite dessert inside your mouth.

“Are you eating ice cream from the pint again?” He suddenly asks, a tone of amusement lingering in his voice. You automatically hug the thing of ice cream closer to your stomach, eyes peering at the phone resting near you. “How’d you know?”

“Just a hunch.” You can just hear him shrugging smugly.

“You wish you were here,” you retaliate, scoffing as you take another scoop. You make sure he captures the sound of you scraping the soft and gooey substance of sweetness. You know you should be encouraging him right now, but teasing the boy you’ve known for quite a while now is always a treat in its own way. 

“I do. I do wish I were there,” he agrees somewhat seriously. You’re unsure whether he was talking about having ice cream or something else, but you brush it off, not wanting to think about such complications right now. 

You put the spoon down and attempt to bring the previous conversation back. “Really, though, Bam. You’re going to do amazing, as always. Don’t worry too much about it, alright?” You tell him earnestly. If Bambam had never asked for any reassurances with you before, maybe this time he really needed it. 

A slight pause occupies the air until you hear him exhale shortly on the other end of the phone call. “You’re right, you’re right. That makes me feel so much better. Thanks, fam,” he answers with a hopeful tone. 

Shaking your head, you protest, “No problem. And don’t ever call me ‘fam’ again, fam.”

“Would you like to be called something else then, hmm?” There he goes, back to his usual zany self which you can’t help but blush about…

Did Bambam just make you blush? 

“I would like you to call me when I’m not busy enjoying my ice cream,” you tell him, going back to eating your lunch for the day. 

“You didn’t even start eating ice cream when I called you in the first place!” Bambam interjects and you soon chuckle at his predicament. You hear a few conversations bubbling up in the background, even recognizing Yugyeom’s whining to one of the hyungs, maybe Jinyoung, you’re not quite sure.

You move your position to the couch, setting down your phone on the coffee table. You hear a distinct voice referring to Bambam and he responds, but you’re too focused on your ice cream to eavesdrop. 

“I have to go in a few. What’re you going to do afterwards?” He finally addresses you. You ponder his question until you realize you’ve forgotten something really important. 

“Shoot! I have a major presentation for my History class tomorrow!” Spoon hanging in midair, you slowly place the ice cream pint next to your phone, feeling guilty of even opening it up. 

“And you haven’t started on it yet,” Bambam muses. You groan in agreement and slap your forehead lightly. “No, because I thought it was happening next week.”

“Too distracted with me, huh. I have that effect,” the boy on the other end suggests, a smirk almost evident in his voice. You laugh mockingly, but the anxiety in you keeps rising. “Guess I have something to keep me distracted while you’re performing,” you conclude, probably feeding his ego even more. 

“That’s good, then, at least it’s not another guy,” he jokes and you roll your eyes. “Whatever, snake,” you shoot back. 

“Anyway, I got to go, we’re shooting in a few,” he tells you, almost begrudgingly. “Hey, I really appreciate you answering the call.”

You smile at his genuine reply. You rarely see this side of Bambam whenever you guys are together, or even just talking on the phone. You feel a sense of warmth in your heart, and you honestly don’t know what to make out of it. But you don’t let it get to you- not yet.

“Of course. You know I’m here,” you mutter softly. 

“And me too,” he chimes. Another voice, presumably Jaebum, informs him about getting ready, so you anticipate Bambam’s good bye. “Now I really need to go. I’ll message as soon as possible.”

“For sure, Bam. Good luck! You never fail to do your best,” you add, making sure he’s still reassured. Bambam thanks you again, and the call ends.

Now, onto cramming that damned History presentation.

Adding a few finishing touches here and there, you finally have a decent 10-slide presentation for your class tomorrow morning. Stretching your arms upward, you let out a relieved sigh, yawning in the process. Making sure that the file has been saved to your laptop, Google Drive, and USB, you turn your laptop off and trudge your way into the comfort of your bed. 

The digital clock on your nightstand reads 11:24 pm and you feel quite proud for completing a procrastinated project before the day ends, roughly speaking. You ease your way into the duvet, grabbing your phone to the side for a late night session on a few of your social media accounts. 

You go to your Messages and remember Bambam’s call from earlier. You wonder whether the performance was a success- it probably was, and Bambam just had cold feet, but you already texted him two hours ago complaining about History being your worst subject ever and how lucky you are it’s your first class of the day. You type a new text, informing him of your success nonetheless and hoping he had a fun time today as well. 

Before you can hit the send button, a chat bubble appears on Bambam’s end first. Your eyes widen at the screen and your lips part in surprise. 

“What the…” You utter under your breath, hands suddenly sweating at the sight of your phone, Bambam’s selfie showing on the bright screen. You squint your eyes to confirm what you’re seeing is right. 

You hit backspace on your keyboard and type a new message with quick and shaking thumbs. 

Wrong number, headass. 

He reads it immediately and your heart skips a beat. Your eyes cannot seem to focus on anything else other than the blurry selfie of a jet black haired K-pop idol. You find yourself mesmerized at his cerulean contacts and drawn to the straight and full pink lips. Breath hitching, you mentally urge yourself to stop giving in to your thoughts. 

Undeniably, Bambam broke every puberty challenge out there, and not a day goes by without you reminding him that- much to his satisfaction. But you complimenting him was always out of good faith as good friends, nothing more and nothing less. 

However, recently, things have been a bit blurry between the two of you. It doesn’t help that his constant teasing makes you more conscious of the type of relationship you guys are slowly developing. 

And this selfie isn’t helping.

lmao what do you mean that is supposed to be sent to my best friend

You share a room with Yugyeom. Just show it to him in person lmao

not himmm, my OTHER best friend. u. anyway, like what u see? ;)

WTF are you talking about, you never send me selfies before??? 

aww is it that bad, b? :,( it’s just a lil smth to motivate u with ur presentation. hows that going for u, btw?

Again, with the weird ass nicknames, Bam lmao? And you’re just a few minutes too late bec I’ve finished, but thanks for trying.

Also, no, it actually looks really good. :)

pshhh u like itttt bb ;) oh, hey thats great. u should go 2 sleep by now.

and really? don’t play me, bb :,(

It does! Your face is blurred, so it’s perfect.

wow bye

You chuckle to yourself at the playful conversation. Typical Bambam, but you still can’t help but be confused at any underlying message of all this. Or maybe there’s not any and your mind is just running irrationally due from the emerging crash of the caffeine. Maybe that’s it.

You think of sending him a meme- of himself, might you add- until he follows a new text. 

blurred like our relationship, right

Dropping your phone to the side, you bring a pillow pushed to your face and scream into its plush surface. You feel the heat coming off of your cheeks, chest heaving in and out as well. What was that all about? Has Bambam been aware of the unusual tension you, yourself, have been feeling towards him the past couple of weeks? Why is he speaking up about it now?

that was stepping out of the line of being corny. i’m sorry lol

You notice that he was trying to play it off cool, but now that you’ve gotten a signal from him acknowledging the uncanny stage of your relationship right now, you wanted to go all out. With Bambam, you need to know whether he’s serious about this or not. 

You retreat the pilow away from your face, flustered at the suddent flight response you just pulled off. You certainly cannot be this embarrassing once you confront him, that’s for sure. But realizing you might have been absent for a while, you gingerly take a hold of your phone and type a new message with a plan. 

When are you free, Bam? 

You need to discuss this to him in person. You need to see it in Bambam’s eyes. You see the typing animation show on and off as he’s probably contemplating on what to say to you too.

i’m free for a few hours after our morning radio interview

Perfect. I’ll meet you at the cafe near my university at 12. Sounds good?

yeah yeah ofc 

Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow, Bam.

you too. uhhh good night?

Good night to you too, Bambam. :)

“Headass, over here!”

A guy in stylish clothing, together with a black cap, black sunglasses, and black mask whips his head towards your direction. His tall stance and sense of fashion already singled him out from the lazily dressed college students surrounding the cafe right now, including yourself.

You end up sleeping three hours later after your conversation with Bambam, different scenarios of your meet up today forming in your head, some with good outcomes and others unspeakable. You couldn’t believe that you were able to set up a “date” with him with the intention of confessing the uncertainty you have in regards to affectionate feelings towards him. 

He walks over to the corner of the quaint little shop, a cold drink already in place before his seat. You don’t see his expression quite well, seeing that his whole face is covered with different kinds of masks, but you hear him chuckle as he relaxes in front of you, inspecting the drink shortly. 

“You know me too well,” he finally says, lowering the mask to his chin so he can take a sip of his favorite drink. You grin at your accomplishment, chugging the iced coffee you bought for yourself as to keep your nerves from taking over you- which was ironic since you’re gulping down more of what keeps you shaking right now.

“How was the interview?” You ask nonchalantly, watching his every move. Bambam glances up at you and nods his head, “It went really well. More enjoyable than your presentation, that I could say.”

Glaring daggers at him you counter, “Shut up.” He cackles at your response, and then the two of you instinctively easing into your normal conversations of mundane stories and brutal banters, almost forgetting about the original reason of you meeting him here.

But you didn’t mind, not one bit. You missed his physical presence. Just seeing a hint of his crinkling eyes from the shade of his visor is enough for you to feel comfortable around Bambam. He genuinely is the best person you know. You both never have to think twice about saying something potentially wrong, because the other would just use it at their advantage but at the same time turn it into an inside joke between the two of you. 

There was something that he declared which made you stomp your hand down the table in rejection. He chortles at your dramatic expression and casually lays his hand on top of yours. Your face quickly realizes this as you retrieve your hand back to your sides, squeezing it tight to stop it from trembling at the sudden contact. 

Bambam notices your discomfort and coughs awkwardly. “Sorry, sorry. I ruined it, didn’t I?” He admits, looking down in frustration.

“No, no, Bam it’s not that,” your attempt in fixing the matter at hand was futile, and you wish you have more time to stall, more time to just have mindless fun with the best guy friend you’ve ever had in a while. 

But seeing that your stomach churned and jumped in itself after a simple touch of your hand, you had to tell him how he’s made you feel. Or else you’re going to go nuts.

“What are we, Bambam?” You blurt out, eyes fixating on the empty cup of beverage sitting idly on the table. “And don’t make it out as a meme, ‘kay? I’m asking it seriously,” you follow up with a scrunched face, making sure that Bambam knows you’re done with fooling around. 

You peek at his face and he seems to be smiling shyly, hand that was once touching yours now scratching the back of his head. You find yourself wishing you never took it back. 

Shaking your head, you whine at your inner frustration. “I… I think I like you, Bam. And I don’t know why I’m saying this now but recently, you’ve been saying weird stuff to me that gets me all flustered and red and you can’t see that because we haven’t seen each other in a while, but when we do I try to suppress it just because I don’t you to think I’m weird or something like that but our conversation last night messed me up big time, and now I don’t know if suppressing it is going to help anymore and I just -”

You stop yourself from losing air in your system as you inhale and exhale. Your hands have been clutching themselves tightly on your lap and you let go to feel the blood pumping again. You’re afraid to look up and see a confused Bambam staring at you, but before you can contemplate any further, you hear a soft laughter resonating from him. And it wasn’t that of mockery, so you slowly turn your head to reveal a blushing adolescent boy before you, hands covering his eyes under a pair of expensive sunglasses.

 “Aw man, you beat me to it. Why do you always do that to me?” He complains cutely. You titl your head in confusion. 

“I was supposed to confess first. Do you know how ashamed I feel right now?” He takes his hands off his eyes as well as his sunglasses and you finally see his eyes. Glistening in hope and anxiety all at the same time, but the beauty in them never left. You are taken aback, but you try and keep it together as he gulps down and stares right back at you. 

“You always beat me to things, but that doesn’t mean I won’t confess anymore. Yes, I’ve been trying to get your attention more frequently because I’ve… developed feelings for you, and I didn’t know how to handle them other than be more annoying than usual.” His assessment of the situation makes you giggle, and it prompted him to keep going. 

“I was really happy I got to talk to you when I was feeling hella nervous yesterday. It made me confirm my feelings for you and that you make me comfortable in whatever situation we’re in. The selfie I sent you last night was just me trying to see if you kind of feel the same way, and I honestly didn’t know what to expect from there.” He brings his hands on the table and plays with them mindlessly, biting his lip as he looks down. 

“I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel frustrated by the way I’ve acted, I’m just a dumb adolescent boy who doesn’t know how to handle his feelings well. But I was honestly really glad we got to hang out today, you know I missed you a lot. So, I’m sorry if this ruins everything…” he trails off, seeming to want to say more but his tongue prevents him from doing so.

You keep your eyes on him, not exactly knowing how to respond correctly. He gives you a full minute to contemplate on your own before he looks back up at you, pausing with his hands and smiling sheepishly. “Any response from you would be great right now.”

“Shoot, I’m sorry,” you say, lips in a tight line. You think for another few seconds before finally making up your mind. “C’mon, let’s take a selfie.”

“W-what?”

“C’mon, Bam. You have a better camera than mine, so go get your phone!” Your tone was firm but encouraging at the same time. He hesitates for a second but complies nonetheless. You scoot next to him, your arm slightly touching with his. You falter a bit, but you feel Bambam relax with your touch and you smile as you move in a tiny bit closer.

He positions the phone at the perfect angle and you see him trying out a few different expression before his thumb presses over the button. Your smile grows wider at the sight of him assessing himself, but you quickly peck the soft surface of his cheek and beat him to taking the selfie. 

Without waiting for his response, you snatch the phone away and inspect the picture. Content with the image, you show him the screen. 

He looks at with his eyebrows furrowed, but immediately understands and reveals a goofy grin. You nudge his elbow playfully before resting your head on your shoulder, already feeling at ease with your position.

“Not so blurry now, huh?” You ask him. He pats your head in response and squeezes your shoulder reassuringly, the touch of him making you want more.

 But for now, this is enough.

#got7maknaelinenet #kreativewritersnet #got7 imagines #bambam scenarios #got7 scenarios #bambam imagines #emjae fics

[bipolyjack]

flember. flember!! fFLeemBER!!!!1!1!! Having their hair washed by the other.

lol i got sent that prompt twice. it is a good one.

“A whole different separate soap? For your hair?” Standing awestruck in the warm spray, Ember stared at the three slick-looking dispensers mounted on the wall of Flechette’s shower. The first time they’d been in here, they had assumed the soap in all three containers had served more or less the same function.

“Yeah, it’s shampoo,” said Flechette’s voice from the other side of the shower curtain. “That’s shampoo, and the one to the right of it is conditioner.”

“Conditioner?”

An exasperated sigh from behind the heavy sheet of non-absorbent plastic. “To make your hair smooth. You use it after the - you know what, let me do it.”

The plastic curtain swished aside, and Ember shivered in the suddenly cooler air. “Come here,” said Flechette, pushing up the sleeves of her oversized sleeping shirt.

Ember sat obediently on the cold edge of the tub as Flechette reached past them, pumping a small dollop of the pale blue gel soap from the middle of the three dispensers into the palm of her hand. Ember watched over their shoulder as she knelt on the bathroom floor behind them and briskly spread the sweet-smelling gel across both palms, then nudged Ember’s head back around to face front again. They let Flechette position them how she wanted, feeling chill bumps rise on their arms and shoulders now that they were completely out from under the showerhead and sitting on cold ceramic. Flechette’s slender fingertips slid into their hair, kneading at the roots, working the soap into a lather. Ember closed their eyes. They weren’t sure when was the last time anyone had touched the roots of their hair, themself included. It seemed like there were nerve endings lighting up that hadn’t been activated in so long, Ember had just completely forgotten about them.

“You seriously haven’t ever used shampoo or conditioner before?” said Flechette, quietly and closer to Ember’s ear than they were expecting. A shiver, unrelated to the chilly air, traveled down Ember’s spine. Lips parted, but no sufficiently brief explanation coming to mind, Ember simply shook their head. It would take more explaining than the moment warranted; when they’d been living in the underground mall with Ferrous, they’d done all their washing in the industrial sink in the back room of the abandoned shop they lived in. Ferrous had used the same white bar of neutral-smelling generic soap, when she could get it, for everything - clothes, hair, skin, whatever. Ember remembered standing in the doorway of the back storeroom as a child, watching Ferrous wash her dreadlocks in that industrial sink. And the parking barn just had the one waist-high wall spigot that only ran cold. Ember certainly could have afforded nicer soap with what Annie was paying them, but they kept buying the same generic brand because it was cheap and smelled familiar.

Their hair felt weirdly thick and light as Flechette withdrew her hands and washed the suds off of them in the shower’s stream. “Stand up and rinse that out.”

The warm water was good. Ember let it fall on their upturned face for a moment, the droplets making a slightly pingy sound hitting the metal implants above and below their eye socket. Lucky thing they’d had Eligor apply a fresh water-resistant coating to their ‘ware last time they went in for a tune-up. Suds ran down the unaltered side of their face, the tastefully faint fruity smell lingering even after all the blue-tinged bubbles ran down the drain. Flechette was waiting with a little blob of creamy blue stuff in her hand. Ember sat again, now with their hair dripping down the side of their neck, and Flechette’s hands combed through it, smoothing the cream in and untangling the turquoise strands gently.

Ember fell into a state of floating calm, eyes closed, not noticing the time pass, listening to the shush of water falling on the floor of the tub and Flechette’s steady breathing by their ear. Her fingers, careful as they were in everything, stroked through Ember’s hair in a continuous rhythm, lulling them almost to the brink of sleep. They might have actually fallen asleep, if a sudden shiver of genuine cold hadn’t shaken them.

“Oh my god, you’re freezing. Rinse,” instructed Flechette.

“It’s so soft,” said Ember several minutes later, emerging from the bathroom with a towel over one arm, petting their own hair with wonder. “Is that how you keep yours so nice?”

Flechette smiled, setting aside the book she’d been reading. “You think my hair is nice?”

“Well, y-yeah.” They thought that had gone without saying.

“You’re welcome to use my stuff whenever,” she said. “Come here. Let me feel it.”

Ember proffered their head, and Flechette ran a hand through the still-damp flop of hair. “Not bad. We might want to look for a slightly different brand for you, something that will help your dye stay bright for longer.”

“They have that?”

“Ember, they have everything.” She pulled Ember in and pressed a kiss to their forehead, then drew a deep breath, a smile tugging at her lips. “You smell like me now.”

Ember’s skin was still flushed from the shower’s heat, but the warmth in their cheeks wasn’t because of that. “Good.”

#flember #shadowrun #stonewashedearthtones #flechette #ember #ask memes #i miss these kids

[furederiko]

Azald is singing to the tune of "True to Your Heart" now... and apparently, so does Yamato! Only on the 45th episode of Zyuohger. And yes, just three episodes left, everyone...

NOTE: A quick reminder, starting last week, I've changed the format of my weekly recap-view. So don't be alarmed if you found this one to be less detailed as well. That's just how it works now... :)

- Very early on in the episode, our Gorilla Zyuman Larry's warning immediately comes into play. Zyuoh Bird loses his strength as soon as he performs his grandiose-looking (and still personal favorite) "Glide Feather Slash" to the Moebas. Making him an easy target for Azald now. - Following Tusk's guide, Mario cooks a specialty dish called "Jungle Rice" for the Zyuman. All because he's curious and wants to learn about the Zyuland culture, fulfulling his new role as Zyuoh Human. This is nothing but another aggravating reason why the show should've let Mario in with the secret much MUCH earlier. It would have been more fun to see him learning the ways of the Zyuland, while the Zyumans are doing the same to Earth's. IMHO, THAT could've been a great approach the show could and should've capitalized very early on. The assimiliation of different cultures from different worlds is a massive potential of exploration on its own. The fact that they are saving it 45 episodes later only succeeds in making me scratch my head. - As if continues to remind us that the finale is near, Lucky / ShishiRed of the upcoming "Uchu Sentai Kyuranger" has been officially shown in the opening. After all, the Versus Movie has already premiered last Saturday, so technically it's no longer a spoiler (at least to those who have seen that movie). Gaaawd, that design looks nice, doesn't it? Especially the 'starry-sky' visor area. The same sequence also hints that Bard appears in the movie. Depending on when this movie takes place (before this episode, or after the series ends), this fact can be considered spoiler. Then again, it's more likely that the event on the movie takes place during the year end-New Year break though, which explains why Misao had those promotional... er, I mean pairing cards last week. - Wow, Azald has the ability to enter Zyuoh King Octopus' not-really-that-crowded cockpit area. Likely due to the Zyuoh Cubes that are trapped inside his body. Similar to Kubar, Azald suddenly gets an increase in ability, which means his time in the show shouldn't be long now. There are only 3 episodes left anyways. LOL. - I was quite curious to know how that piece of blue cube from Azald's body would be explained, and turns out that's where Larry comes to play! Obviously he's the smart elder type who does scientific analysis and research, so it doesn't take long for him to connect the dots and pieces the puzzle together. He deduces that Misao's Zyuoh the World gadgets were created from the same substance! I've completely forgotten that it's an unsolved mystery until now. This means things are all coming together. Hmmm... you know what? Similar to Mario, I think Larry is another character who should've been incorporated more in the show. Imagine what kind of contributions he could provide if he's working as the team's official support! By the way, Misao's fishing chair has a "Nice Day Good Fishing" written on it. Japan and their Engrish never ceases to please me. LOL. - I love surprises. Nope, let me correct that. I love PLEASANT surprises. Especially when it comes to storytelling. Eventhough Zyuohger has managed to give me minor ones several times, it is so unfortunate that Super Sentai is a franchise known to reveal too much too soon, making things almost seems too predictable. A good example of this? The next episode's preview practically spoils the fact that Bard and Yamato's estranged father are familiar with each other. If I'm guessing correctly, rescuing Bard must've been the reason why Mr. Kazakiri arrived late to see his wife on her death bed. The exact fact that made Yamato resented his father so much. That might also be the main reason why Bard is somehow compelled (and perhaps, obligated) to protect Yamato at all cost. Acting as some kind of surrogate-father, considering he's partially responsible for the whole father-son rift. That's my theory for now, let's see next week whether it is sound or not... - Speak of the devil (in red), it's very fitting that Amu's the one who confronts Yamato about his father. After all, she was the one who immediatelly noticed the tension between Yamato and Dr. Kazakiri at the hospital (episode 42). Proven over and over again as the most observant Zyumans of the team, we also need to remember that Amu is the closest one to Yamato in terms of personal feelings. This goes way back from episode 3! Of course, it does feel a little awkward that Amu has risen to be the more mature character than Yamato, especially when it's so late in the game. I guess that's the result of keeping Yamato 'vanilla' too long. Amu calmly reminds Yamato that he and his father 'sound alike' in terms of personalities. Like father, like son. Not to mention, she's able to blatantly give an inspiring advice by relating to her own situation. Feel free to argue, but Amu is definitely the best-written character in this show! - Hmmm... child Yamato somehow reminds me of Youko Usami / YellowBuster of "Tokumei Sentai Go-Busters". I'm not sure why. I mean, they look so alike to be called actual siblings. Speaking of comparison, I've been watching "Mirai Sentai Timeranger" concurrently, and starting to notice several similarities between that 24th season (that comes right before 25th anniversary... "Hyakujuu Sentai Gaoranger") and Zyuohger. Smart green, rambunctious yellow, cool blue, and mature pink? Swap the future members with Zyumans, and basically you have the same set. Complete with a 6th member who started out as antagonist and struggles with friendship. It even has an episode with an MotW polluting the sea (Timeranger's episode 27). The one that made me took notice however, is how Yamato shares a very similar father issue to Tatsuya Asami / TimeRed. Interesting, isn't it? - It's the 2nd time in just one episode that a death flag is shadowing Bard. Just like Kyoryuger's Torin/ Kyoryu Silver, it seems his time as a Sentai hero might be shortlived. Really, the only thing that will surprise me if this show ends with Bard being left unscathed. Also, the interruption bits have already gone tired by now. Every time a character wants to tell something important, the Dethgaliens alert ruins the moment. In this episode, it's when Amu wants to say important advice to Yamato, and when Larry wants to tell Tusk, Sela, Leo, and Misao about Bard's condition. As for the latter, why can't Larry just shout it as fast as he can before the gang heads out to battle? I don't think it'll waste much time just to say one effing line of "Look after for Bard, he might not be able to hold out his power as Zyuoh Bird". At least, that's how I would write it. - Mario has a fun meeting with Larry, but to be honest, his reaction is a little exaggerated. He should've been okay with Zyumans after knowing the secret, right? Then why does he has to look a bit wary when approaching Larry? As if he's some kind of wild beast. And that banana thing feels a bit unnecessary. Is it because, he's a gorilla? Certainly not because he's black, right? Hmmm.... - It only takes 45 episodes for us to finally see a 7-members transformation and roll call. A little late, but nice... I guess? Afer all, high chance we might not see it again in the next episodes. Better get used to big roll calls too, since we're going to have a fully active 9-members team starting next month! LOL. Need to point out one thing though: at least Zyuohger's penchant for balance in group pose is praiseworthy. Unlike Ninninger with its odd assymetrical group pose, Zyuohger always gets it right. This 7-members version in particular, looks really good due to Yamato being positioned in the center. Yes, it would look much nicer had Bard has a different design, and not just recolor, of course. I guess that's probably the reason why Yamato utilizes his Zyuoh Gorilla form right away. - This might be a wrong reaction, but I actually laugh when the 4 trapped Zyuoh Cubes returns to the four core Zyumans' hands instead of Zyuoh Bird. In a convenient color-appropriate manner too! Bard was the one who spent his time to locate those, right? LOL. Also, I initially thought Zyuoh Bird is going to transform into an orange Zyuoh Whale. Apparently that's not the case. No point on making a completely new suit for the occasion, right? He just used up the last of his energy to fire that "Zyuoh Final Deep Lock" blast. A futile attempt to seal Azald. - Yep, Azald's true form becomes full circle with the Zyuman history, as the blast only jogs his hidden inner memory. He's none other than that terrifying enemy that Cetas, the original Zyuoh Whale, had to sacrificed his own life to seal (episode 28). I must say, I really appreciate this direction, because as "Marvel's Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D." always used to say, "It's all connected". A long game that I didn't even see coming! Then again, Azald's Voice Actor Jouji Nakata has played Great Professor Bias, the big bad of "Choujuu Sentai Liveman" before. So it makes perfect sense that he's playing someone important here. What an amazing nod too (Nakata also started out as secondary villain before he portrayed Bias). Just look at the true Azald, in just a single demonstration of power, every Zyuohgers are knocked out cold! Even Naria looks genuinely scared. - Unfortunately... judging from the looks of things (as in, the preview, what else?), it seems this powerhouse Immortal Azald is going to bite the dust in the next episode. And well... that might be another misstep. Why? Obviously because despite the underwhelming attempts to showcase his threat-level, I don't feel Genis is up for the task to be the final big bad. Way too predictable, I must add. Right now, I would've liked it better if it's an ancient God of Destruction who becomes the last threat for the show. Of course, that idea can still play out, so it's still uncertain for now. I guess we'll just have to wait and see what really happens next....

Overall: Intense, might be the best word to describe this episode. Not just physically, but also emotionally. For Yamato at least. Was it a great episode though? Not quite, as I have pointed out some flaws that prevented it from getting higher score. The good thing though, because the seeds have all been too-patiently planted throughout the course of the show, it's time to reap one payoffs after another. I do honestly enjoyed seeing things coming together, eventhough there are some plot points (like the discrimination between humans and Zyumans) that might seemingly be tossed aside for convenience sake. Still, looking at it from a positive perspective, if the final three episodes can keep it up at least on par with this one, looks like we're in for a proper finale. Next week: Immortal Azald & Genis. Bard & the stoic Doctor. It's Yamato's daddy issue Part Trois (and Final?)...

Episode 45 Score: 7,7 out of 10

All images are screencaptured from the series, provided by the FanSubber Over-Time. "Doubutsu Sentai Zyuohger" is produced by TOEI, and airs every Sunday on TV-Asahi. Credits and copyrights belong to their respective owners.

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