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#set like 5 years after the finale
k1rishiki · 7 months
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sleepy...
#back from hampton beach. technically i've been back for a while bc it's not like i've been staying up there i've just been going up#for the day and then coming back but. i'm done. i'm finally done. i don't have to go back for another year. it's been 5 long days of#waking up at noon. logging in just to check on the figure blog. driving up there. setting up sound equipment. scanning tickets and managing#tshirt sales (bc the one thing hampton beach needed more of was ppl trying to sell fucking tshirts). breaking down sound equipment.#fried dough. driving back to [redacted] massachusetts (which is No Where near the nh border btw). watch tv w my dad bc he won't go to bed#at a semi-reasonable hour otherwise. go to bed at 2. repeat.#(with a few small detours of 'going to order an airbrushed shirt' 'staying up til 4 bc i was resorting the tshirts' 'going to a wake'#'rushing home after the wake bc i forgot to bring a change of shoes' and 'picking up said tshirt')#which doesn't sound like a lot but. holy shit babes.#n e ways. remind me tomorrow to show off the sakura shirt (srry kireination but the og intention of the saber shirt was to get all three#heroines and while this year rin b4 sakura wasn't rlly in the question bc i uhm am not immune to favoritism <3 love and light <3 i still#wanted to stay somewhat on track. rin will be next year's and then kirei will probs get his time to shine) (also the sakura shirt looks sic#as hell btw) + post a couple more hampton beach things. specifically the uhm. landmarks that you pass when driving up there bc i genuinely#think that they alone do a better job conveying Exactly what hampton beach is like than anything i could ever say)#romeo.txt
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orcelito · 11 months
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Me being like "OK well 7.8k is a lot compared to the other chapters
.... ykno what I'm gonna do? Make it longer"
So Sentido chapter 5 is now 8.2k. Listen I wasn't entirely satisfied with the cutoff so I added to it.
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queenoftherodeoo · 2 years
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littlelesbean · 1 year
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I love when someone does something that they’ve lectured me on previously to not do 🙃
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ukulelekatie · 5 months
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I just revived my old iPod touch that I haven’t used since ~2013 after believing it to be dead dead for years and oh my god it’s like opening up an old time capsule. There are photos of me and my friends that I haven’t seen in years, taken in an old high school building that doesn’t exist anymore. I have games that are no longer downloadable on the app store. It’s running iOS 5 with the original skeuomorphism app icons. I still have the youtube app. My contacts app is full of maiden names and deadnames. The music app has songs I haven’t heard in almost a decade but still remember all the lyrics to. A daily alarm set for 5:30 AM (god I can’t believe I had to wake up that early in high school) and another set to 11:11 PM to remind me to make a wish. Reminders to finish homework assignments, or to write my application essay for the university I ended up attending, and one marking the release date for the final episode of Cabin Pressure. The last thing I googled was “how to draw people hugging”.
Possibly the strangest thing is that the tumblr app still opens, but it’s stuck in a permanent snapshot of 2013 where it won’t show me any new posts no matter how many times I refresh. My dash is full of old BBC Sherlock posts from long-lost mutuals who have either since deactivated or got unfollowed or changed urls so many times that I don’t even recognize them. Lady Gaga and Game of Thrones are the top trends. My profile shows my previous url and icon, with only 43 followers. I feel like a time traveler
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esyra · 5 months
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After the hospital bombing, I finally heard back from my grandmother and confirmed that several of my relatives were murdered by Israeli bombing. Seven of them, to be precise. Three are still going, including her. We've been talking constantly ever since.
Asked if it was possible to head south, and was told they did but were also bombed there. So they decided to go back home, in Zeitoun. Their home was bombed and they were pulled out of the rumble, then driven by ambulances to the al-Ahli Arab Hospital. There were people in every corner. Gazans sheltering, sleeping on the floor. Gazans dying on the floor, waiting for beds.
Four were declared dead on arrival, three were in need of surgery and other three were just bandaged. Then, a bomb was dropped in the parking lot that made parts of the ceiling collapse, like Dr. Ghassan Abu Sittah reported in that horrific conference/interview. Those in need of surgery died.
By the way, just in case you didn't know: the Church of Saint Porphyrius, the third oldest in history, bombed by Israel a few days back, was located near the hospital.
When looking for new shelter, they saw schools with signs hanging outside, "We can't take any more families." They met families, sympathetic but already sheltering too many people. They're now staying in an apartment building they found empty. Sleeping in the corner of the living room. If the family comes back, they'll apologize and leave.
Told me she was saving her phone battery for when the bombing stopped, and she had to ask for help to rebuilt the neighborhood. But she doesn't think it's gonna stop anymore. The ones still with her are mute most of the time, like they're saving energy, but she feels lonely and wanted to talk. There's no internet and to connect to WhatsApp, people are buying "a card from the supermarket, there's a password and username." Not sure what she meant. Still, the internet is inconsistent and won't load neither videos or images nor pages, so she doesn't know what's happening on the outside world.
Told her there were a lot of people protesting to stop the genocide, she replied, "The bombings are getting worse by the day." The bombing yesterday was the worst she ever witnessed. The entire neighborhood is infested with the smell of death, of decomposing bodies. Bodies are piling up in the streets and she's not sure if it's because they ran out of places to store them, but most of them are in bags. The smoke of the bombings hide the blue sky—she hasn't seen the clouds for a while.
Asked if I could share their pictures, names and dreams with people and was told, of which I partly agree, "they're not entertainment." If anyone genuinely cared, they would be alive—I'd argue there are people who do care, but I'm not gonna lecture her pain. And they don't deserve to be used to fulfill someone's sick fantasy. Told me to remember what some Israelis do with pictures of dead Palestinians. And I do.
For those of you who are not familiar, many times before settlers got together to celebrate the murder of Palestinians. For one, in 2015, Israeli settlers set a house in Duma, West Bank on fire. An 18-month old baby, Ali Dawbsheh, was burnt alive. Both parents later died of wounds and only a 5-year-old, Ahmad, survived, although severely injured.
Two celebrations of their murder are widely known, one at a wedding and others outside the court in which two were indicted for the terrorist attack. In the wedding, guests stabbed a photo of the toddler, Ali, while others waved guns, knives and Molotov cocktails. Israel's Minister of National Security, Itamar Ben-Gvir, was present.
That's what happens in an apartheid. Palestinians are so abused by authorities that their "innocent civilians" come to accept the brutality as necessary or are desensitized by our suffering. After all, it's been 75 years—get used to it!
So I won't risk the image of my loved ones, in fear they are used in these kinds of depravity. I will say, though, the world lost a young footballer. Lost a female writer and an aspiring ballerina. Lost a kind father, who was also a great cook, and a loving mother that enjoyed sewing and other types of handicraft art. Lost a math teacher and a child that wanted to become one.
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People think Israel is testing new weapons on them. There's civilians arriving at the hospital with severe burns, which they thought was from white phosphorus, but apparently the pattern is different from the one caused by white phosphorus. It's widely believed Israel tests weapons in Palestinians.
Jeff Halper, author of War Against the People, a book on Israel's arms and surveillance technology industries, said: "Israel has kept the occupation because it's a laboratory for weapons."
They've ran out of drinkable water and the "aid" Biden sent was only for the South of Gaza and no fuel, for hospitals, was allowed in. Many shelves in the supermarket are empty. She said many are convinced that if they don't die from the bombing, they'll die from starvation or dehydration, or whatever disease will develop from the dirty water they're drinking.
Told me all people do now is pray, cry and die. Told me she hopes West Bank is spared. Told her Israel bombed a mosque in West Bank and dozens of Palestinians in West Bank are being murdered by settlers, so she bided me goodbye.
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afeelgoodblog · 6 months
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The Best News of Last Week
1. ‘We are just getting started’: the plastic-eating bacteria that could change the world
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In 2016, Japanese scientists Oda and Hiraga published their discovery of Ideonella sakaiensis, a bacterium capable of breaking down PET plastic into basic nutrients. This finding marked a shift in microbiology's perception, recognizing the potential of microbes to solve pressing environmental issues.
France's Carbios has successfully applied bacterial enzyme technology to recycle PET plastic waste into new plastic products, aligning with the French government's goal of fully recycling plastic packaging by 2025.
2. HIV cases in Amsterdam drop to almost zero after PrEP scheme
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According to Dutch AIDS Fund, there were only nine new cases of the virus in Amsterdam in 2022, down from 66 people diagnosed in 2021. The organisation claimed that 128 people were diagnosed with HIV in Amsterdam in 2019, and since 2010, the number of new infections in the Dutch capital has fallen by 95 per cent.
3. Cheap and drinkable water from desalination is finally a reality
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In a groundbreaking endeavor, engineers from MIT and China have designed a passive solar desalination system aimed at converting seawater into drinkable water.
The concept, articulated in a study published in the journal Joule, harnesses the dual powers of the sun and the inherent properties of seawater, emulating the ocean’s “thermohaline” circulation on a smaller scale, to evaporate water and leave salt behind.
4. World’s 1st drug to regrow teeth enters clinical trials
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The ability to regrow your own teeth could be just around the corner. A team of scientists, led by a Japanese pharmaceutical startup, are getting set to start human trials on a new drug that has successfully grown new teeth in animal test subjects.
Toregem Biopharma is slated to begin clinical trials in July of next year after it succeeded growing new teeth in mice five years ago, the Japan Times reports.
5. After Decades of Pressure, US Drugmaker J&J Gives Up Patent on Life-Saving TB Drug
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In what can be termed a huge development for drug-resistant TB (DR-TB) patients across large parts of the world, bedaquiline maker Johnson and Johnson said on September 30 (Saturday) that it would drop its patent over the drug in 134 low- and middle-income countries (LMICs).
6. Stranded dolphins rescued from shallow river in Massachusetts
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7. ‘Staggering’ green growth gives hope for 1.5C, says global energy chief
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The prospects of the world staying within the 1.5C limit on global heating have brightened owing to the “staggering” growth of renewable energy and green investment in the past two years, the chief of the world’s energy watchdog has said.
Fatih Birol, the executive director of the International Energy Agency, and the world’s foremost energy economist, said much more needed to be done but that the rapid uptake of solar power and electric vehicles were encouraging.
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mosviqu · 9 months
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finished watching love revolution im still in disbelief at the fact that park jihoon managed to act like that and also that i managed to finish all 30 eps despite the full body cringe waves every two minutes
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bet-on-me-13 · 2 months
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The Villains Daughter
So! Years ago, back when the Justice League was only just starting out, only a year or two after their initial team-up, they had one of their biggest battles to date. A group of Extra-Dimensional Beings had burst into their reality, hellbent on destroying a Government Facility and the nearby small town in Illinois.
They barely managed to beat the Invading Army back, although the Government Facility and a part of the nearby Town had been destroyed in the battle.
Later, they would learn about what had happened. Apparently the Government Base, called a GIW Facility, had managed to finally Crack the secret to Interdimensional Travel a few days earlier. Unfortunately, they had opened a Portal into a Dimension known as the Ghost Zone, ruled over by a Tyrant King who wanted to enslaved all world under him. Their Breaching of the GZ had alerted the Tyrant King to the existence of their Dimension, and he had launched an immediate Invasion to try and take it over.
And the evidence supported this.
Wonder Woman shared Legends of her People, telling that their Founding Ancestor had fled the rule of a Tyrant King when she passed into the Afterlife.
Zatara shared his Magic Tomes, showing them passages detailing the horrific Rule of the Tyrant King of the Infinite Realms.
They even asked Boston Brand, the Deadman and resident Ghost about it. He hadn't been the the Ghost Zone in Years, but even he told them that he had personally fled the Tyrant King.
And they also learned that when the Tyrant King set his eyes on something, he did not falter on his Warpath to acquire it. The Tyrant King, Pariah Dark, would be back for their World, again and again.
And they needed to be prepared. This Battle was what kickstarted their true Commitment to the idea of a Team. They knew they could not defeat Pariah Dark alone, so they needed to remain as a Team.
But there was another thing that came about from the Battle.
While the JLA had been helping clean up, Wonder Woman came across a strange sight. A Baby had been left in the rubble of the GIW Building.
She asked around, investigated, and did all she could to find the babies parents. At first she thought that one of the GIW Agents had brought their kid to work that day, but their records indicated that none of the Agents had children of that Age. And Neither did any of the other workers who worked on the base, like the Janitors or the Kitchen Staff. And of they did, all of their children were accounted for.
She eventually came to the conclusion that the Baby must belong to somebody in the nearby Town, but that lead led nowhere either.
She finally came to the conclusion that the Baby's parents must have died in the Invasion, a very unfortunate but very real possibility. She was going to place her into the System, but over the course of her investigation she had grown fond of the Child.
She decided to Adopt the baby herself. She didn't know the child's name, so she had to come up with a new one.
"How do you like the name, Stella?"
The baby gurgled in delight.
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Over the next decade of their Teams Existence, the Justice League had to fend off the Legions of the Ghost King's Army many more times. It seemed that Pariah had grown wise to the fact that they were the ones defending the Human Realm, as almost all of the later attacks were directed on them personally.
It made sense, they were the First Line of Defense against his Armies, if he managed to defeat them, their World would soon fall.
But they dealt with the attacks as they came. They had made it their mission to defend their Home from the Forced of Pariah Darks Army, and they would not falter now, or ever.
In the case of Wonder Woman, he Daughter had grown to be a fine little lady. Stella had eventually developed Powers similar to her mother, in that she could fly and had super strength, and had begged to be trained as a Hero.
And who was Diana to deny her Daughter her greatest wish? Over the next 5 years, Diana trained Stella in the ways of the Amazon's. Then, when Stella was 15, she had her join the newly formed Young Justice.
She made a great group of friends on that Team, and even started going by Ellie as a Nickname. Her best friend was by far Conner, though she didn't know why she felt such a strong connection to him? It felt like she could relate to him, but her situation was completely different?
Ah well, her Mom wouldn't mind having another kid, would she? She always wanted a Brother!
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Meanwhile in the Ghost Zone, the Ghost King was getting anxious. After 15 years, his Agents in the Human Realm had finally managed to set up the Ritual needed to Summon Him into the Human Realm.
Who knew that accepting the Ghost King's Throne would bar him from entering the Human Realm through normal Means? He couldn't even use the Portal, he needed to be summoned or he simply wouldn't be able to leave his new home dimension.
But now, it was almost time. Just another year or two, and he would finally be able to enter the Human Realm. He would finally be able to Find Her. His Daugther.
Danny would finally be able to reunite with his daughter, Ellie.
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femslashspuffy · 1 year
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Something I really believe is that every time you join a fandom it has to be the right time. That's why back in 2018 I couldn't get through supernatural and why I'm still waiting to get back into doctor who season 6
But today, I think I finally found the right exact time in my life to watch lord of the rings at the point where I will both understand and enjoy it and I am very excited
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jab-we-drank-chai · 26 days
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ʚɞ A VERY COMMON CRISIS
or alternatively: the 5 times campers realized you and luke castellan were whipped + the 1 time you realized it yourselves
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notes/cw: luke castellan x fem! reader, luke castellan x apollo! reader, canon typical violence, pov lineup: lee fletcher + annabeth chase + drew tanaka + connor stoll + clarisse la rue
word count: 5.2K (got a bit carried away this time)
links: masterlist
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i. the infirmary (ft. lee fletcher)
“Could I have some more nectar?” Lee asks, tenderly inspecting the cuts on his arm. He’d been caught by the harpies after a late-night excursion to the lake with a particularly good looking son of Aphrodite, before they’d descended on him, clawing and scraping and screeching. He had barely just made it out with his life. 
You smack him upside the head, annoyed. 
“I’m your brother!” Lee protests, rubbing the back of his head. You shoot him a glare, only made more threatening by the way you’re currently wielding a pair of sharp scissors in hand. Not for the first time, he wonders if perhaps the previous Apollo Head Counselor had made a grave error in appointing you as a Healer. 
“You’re an idiot.” 
“Who happens to be your brother!” 
“Who’s unfortunately an idiot,” you repeat, rolling your eyes. “I can’t give you too much nectar or ambrosia, or else you’ll burn up, which I don’t think anyone wants regardless of how annoying you are.” 
“Hey!” 
You ignore him, continuing, “But of course, you would already know that if you paid attention when I give our monthly health seminars instead of just staring at Kalyan Yadav!” 
“Kalyan’s face is much nicer to pay attention to,” Lee argues, and you sigh, wrapping the gauze around your half brother’s arm. He hisses in pain as it makes contact with his bruised flesh, knowing you’re only drawing out the process out of frustration at him. 
The door to the infirmary is then thrown open, and you whip your head around, ready to give the newcomer a piece of your mind about knocking before entering. But then you freeze, and Lee leans his head past you to see what’s wrong. 
“Oh wonderful,” he snarks, catching sight of the two newcomers. Luke Castellan currently has an arm around Chris Rodriguez’s shoulders, looking pale as blood drips down his nose. 
“What’s wrong?” you ask, having immediately left Lee’s side to check for signs of damage. 
You direct the two sons of Hermes to an empty bed by the bay window, helping Chris set Luke down against the pillow. Crimson leaks down Luke’s lip, as he stares up at you, defiant. 
“I’m fine,” he protests. 
“He got punched in the face,” Chris says cheerily, prompting a disgruntled “Chris!” from the aforementioned patient and a loud “What?!” from you.  
“How come you’re never this worried for me?” Lee asks, narrowing his eyes at you in suspscion. This goes ignored by all three of you, as you’re now rummaging through the cabinets, producing a fresh towel to clean the cut. 
Lee hears water running, as you move quickly around your work station, presumably soaking the washcloth in hot water. He doesn’t particularly envy Luke right now, knowing how much it stings. 
“You have got to stop starting fights for no reason,” you say, worried, as you make your way back to Luke’s bed, tilting his head to the side as you dab the cloth at his lip. 
“I didn’t start the fight,” he says, upset. 
Chris opens his mouth as though to say something, but shuts down at something in Luke’s face. Lee, intrigued by this development, catches Chris’s eye as he mouths, “Did he?” The boy nods, to which Lee arches a brow up in surprise. 
While Luke’s aggressiveness certainly isn’t unheard of, the fact that he wants to keep it secret from you is. He tells you everything, which Lee has been an unfortunate witness to several times over the years. 
“It’s just a split lip,” you finally diagnose, after having cleaned the cut. “I won’t give you nectar because as I was just telling Lee, it’s too much for a minor injury like this.” 
“A split lip hardly qualifies as an injury,” Lee scoffs, to which Luke nods his head, agreeing. Well, that’s a first. 
“Shut up, Lee.” 
“I do appreciate it though, Doc,” Luke says, smiling warmly at you for perhaps the first time that day.
Your cheeks flush in embarrassment, as you mutter something along the lines of how it’s your pleasure, and Luke thinks nothing of it, perhaps thinking it’s out of humbleness. 
But Lee’s your brother, and knows you don’t possess even an ounce of humbleness. He’s known you long enough to see the difference in the way you act around Luke compared to anyone else, and can only come to one conclusion. 
Oh, you are so whipped. 
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ii. the arena (ft. annabeth chase)
It’s only expected that Annabeth would be interested in watching the sparring matches, as it helps her scout out talent in deciding which cabins she wants to partner with for Capture the Flag. So really, it’s no surprise that she’s at the armory right now, giving Luke last minute advice before he enters the next sparring match. 
“You’re giving me pointers?” Luke asks, a hint of amusement in his tone as he gives a final tug on the strap of his armor, properly securing it in place. “You do realize that I’m the best swordsman the Camp’s seen in the past 300 years? Chiron’s even said so himself.” 
Annabeth rolls her eyes as she shoves at him, causing the taller boy to stumble over his feet. He shoots her a glare, adjusting his armor for the umpteenth time that day. This was a common occurrence for the pair, pushing and shoving and kicking as much as any normal pair of siblings would do, despite not having any parents in common. But Annabeth and Luke had always been family on a deeper level than any of their cabin mates could ever be. He would always be her first brother, no matter what. 
“All ready?” Chris asks, poking his head inside the armory. “Are we feeling confident about today’s match?” 
“Yeah, I think so,” Luke says, finally– finally done messing around with his armor. He checks himself in a particularly shiny shield left in the armory, messing with his hair as he makes weird faces to his reflection. 
“What girls are you trying to get?” Annabeth asks, giggling as Luke shoots her another glare over his shoulder. 
Chris gives a long suffering sigh as he rubs the bridge of his nose, saying, “Don’t even get me started on that.” 
And of course this only piques Annabeth’s curiosity, but before she can ask about the secrets Luke’s been keeping from her, the conch sounds, indicating that the next match is going to start. 
“Wish me luck,” Luke says, patting the girl’s shoulder as he heads out, sword brandished and at the ready. 
Annabeth’s not surprised to see you in the arena, leaning against your sword as you pay rapt attention to your half siblings. While not at the same level of Luke’s prowess, you’d been at Camp long enough to still be a formidable opponent on the battlefield. Perhaps the Athena Cabin could ally with the Apollo Cabin in the next game of Capture the Flag? 
“I didn’t know you were sparring today!” Annabeth calls, leaning over the flimsy wooden fence set around the main fighting zone. Your half siblings have all taken their seats on strawberry crates set around the arena, leaving the two of you to talk in the limited minutes left before the match. 
“I honestly didn’t know either till a few minutes ago,” you say, laughing, a few flyaway strands loose from your tied up hair. 
“Attention c-campers!” 
It’s Woodrow, a particularly high strung satyr, who’s cut into your conversation, looking all too nervous to be refereeing the match. “Our n-next match will c-commence between Luke C-Castellan and—“ He studies the paper in hand again, before announcing your name loudly, stuttering as he speaks. 
“And that’s my cue,” you say, but not before you do a cheesy finger-salute in Annabeth’s direction. She grins, knowing there’s a reason she’s always liked you. 
“I t-trust that you b-both know the rules of the a-arena,” Woodrow says, eyes darting frantically between you and Luke, as though expecting one of you to fight him instead.  
“No killing,” you say, eyes sparkling with mischief at your opponent. 
“No maiming,” Luke adds solemnly.   
“V-very good. You may t-take your p-positions now,” Woodrow says. “May the b-best c-c-camper win!” 
“Don’t get too cocky, Castellan,” you warn, pointing your sword at Luke as the two of you circle around the other. Your dagger lies low on your waist, more for show than anything else at the moment. 
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Luke says, tagging your last name at the end in mimicry of your statement. And then the conch is blown, and the match is finally on. 
You immediately dive in Luke’s direction, showing how not out-of-practice you are as you deal blow after blow, your sword clanging metallically against his. Luke parries your actions as you push him to the fence, blocking and dodging with an equal amount of force. 
He manages to knock the hilt of his sword against your face, sending you doubling-back as blood drips down your mouth, and Annabeth gasps while your half siblings immediately start complaining that it’s a foul, yelling loudly at Woodrow to take action. The satyr looks as though he might just about faint from the stress, but he doesn’t have to worry for long when:  
“Time out!” Luke calls immediately, signaling to the satyr as he rushes to your side. Annabeth feels a small burst of pride in her chest at this, leave it to Luke to do the honorable thing. 
You blink at Luke, still shocked at the sudden sensation of pain as you raise a sleeve to your mouth, wiping the blood off. He’s saying something to you, something which looks like an apology, but Annabeth’s too far away to hear what exactly it is. 
“I’m fine,” you say, waving off Luke’s mother duck actions, nodding briskly at Woodrow. “We can continue the match.” 
And you’re fighting with twice as much conviction as before, slashing and stabbing with an aggressiveness that could put even a Spartan warrior to shame. Unwilling to let the prior events slow him down, Luke fights back, taking the aggressive stand this time. 
He knocks the sword out of your hand with his, sending it scattering across the floor. You raise your hands up in defeat, wide-eyed as you stare up at Luke. He’s grinning, holding his hand out to help you up, when you sweep your leg behind his, knocking him off balance. 
Annabeth grimaces, all too familiar with the feeling of one’s back meeting the cement like that. Luke groans in pain as you pin his arms above his head, dagger swiftly unsheathed and pointed at his neck. You’re both breathing heavily, chests heaving as you stare at each other, and Luke’s gaze flicks to your lips momentarily. It suddenly feels far too intimate a scene for an arena match, and the conch blows again, signaling your victory. 
Luke’s ears turn a bright shade of red as the two of you are brought back to reality, with you hurrying to scramble off of him. 
“Good match,” you say, not quite meeting Luke’s eyes as you shake his hand, before being stolen away by your cabin mates, all of whom cheer you for your victory. You’re grinning at them, allowing them to ruffle your hair as they manhandle you, but it’s nothing compared to the way Luke’s looking after you, a soft smile playing on his features. 
Annabeth nudges Luke at this, arching a brow up in confusion. The tall boy shakes his head, it’s nothing, but his gaze continues to wander suspiciously close in the direction of certain Apollo campers even as the sparring matches resume in front of them. And that’s when Annabeth realizes: 
Her brother was whipped. 
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iii. the mess hall (ft. drew tanaka)
You and Drew had always gotten along on somewhat amicable terms; you didn’t bother her and she didn’t bother you. However, your antics regarding a certain curly-haired son of Hermes always annoyed her, your obliviousness to her and her siblings’ unsubtle hints even more so. 
Luke Castellan and you are currently carrying back crates of strawberries back from the fields, as it was the Apollo Cabin’s job to help the satyrs with their cultivation duties today. It doesn’t seem to particularly matter to Luke, as he goes where you go, and you go where he does. It’s, for lack of a better term, pathetic. Cute! But pathetic. 
You’re saying something to him when you put the crate down, something which seems to be highly offensive by the way he suddenly drops his own crate and stalks over to you. You’re putting your hands out in apology, profusely apologizing, saying you’ll take it back, but it’s too late as Luke grabs you by the waist, spinning you around as you laugh loudly, the sound carrying over to the Aphrodite Table. 
“Are they together?” one of the new Aphrodite campers asks, sighing dreamily. Drew rolls her eyes, while the rest of their cabin mates shift uncomfortably in their seats. 
“Not exactly,” Silena Beauregard says gently, to which Drew adds flatly: 
“Believe me, it’s a major source of frustration for us.” 
“Drew!” 
“Oh,” the new camper says, poking at her food sadly. But then an idea seems to go off in her head, and she perks right back up. “So, they’re like a slow burn? I love slow burns!” 
“The slowest burn.” 
“I think even Tartarus would freeze over before the two of them get together.” 
“Esme! Kalyan!” 
They lower their heads in shame, simultaneously muttering their sorries together. The new camper looks downcast, her wide brown eyes once filled with wonder now filled with disappointment for the stupidly oblivious teenagers at the other side of the hall. You and Luke were the worst type of monsters, unaware of how your unspoken, yet extremely obvious, feelings for the other led the rest of camp into constant emotional turmoil. 
As of now, you’re cursing Luke’s name as you chase him around the pavilion while he jumps atop tables to escape, wielding the lid of one of the strawberry crates as a shield as he tries to dodge your advances. You’re currently dripping in strawberry juice, the mushy goo of the fruit sticking against your camp t-shirt. Drew briefly wonders how that had happened, before catching sight of the twinkle in your eyes. 
You were whipped. 
Pathetically so. 
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iv. the hermes cabin (ft. connor stoll)
Connor wakes to incessant rapping on one of the windows in the Hermes Cabin, and feels ready to give whatever woodpecker that’s mistaken the window for wood a piece of his mind as he sits up straight in bed. 
The window unlatches with a click, and Connor realizes too late that it is a person– not a blind woodpecker, which has been harassing his sleep schedule. He shuts his eyes tight as he pulls the covers over himself again, not wanting to get involved with his cabin mates' romantic endeavors, especially after the last time Ethan had snuck a girl into the cabin. No amount of bleach will ever wash out the things he’s seen. 
“Luke? I didn’t know if you were still awake.” 
It’s your voice, soft and unsure, as you climb inside the cabin. 
“What are you doing this early?” Luke’s voice is low and raspy compared to yours, sounding as though he’d just woken up. 
“I– I think I got a quest,” you say, and Connor freezes in place, his body going rigid. 
Shit. 
Connor can only imagine the look on Luke’s face right now, the gears in his head turning as he figures what to make of this situation. Chiron had put a ban on all the taking of all new quests following Luke’s, err… incident with the dragon, Ladon, at the Garden of the Hesperides, and Connor can’t possibly imagine what could have changed his mind. 
But instead of poking that as expected, all his half brother asks is, “Why don’t we sit down?” 
There’s an awful lot of rummaging as the two of you make yourselves comfortable on Luke’s bunk, that Connor thinks it’s a miracle no one else has woken up yet. Or perhaps they are awake, but have also taken to eavesdropping on you both as he has. 
“My dad, he– he uhh.” There’s a ruffling of sheets, likely meaning you’ve somehow managed to move even closer to Luke, or he to you. It doesn’t matter, both options are equally disgusting in Connor’s prepubescent head. 
“Your dad?” Luke prompts. 
“My dad visited me,” you say. “Or at least I think so? It was very unclear.” 
“How so?” 
And there’s silence, and Connor’s imagination is left to once again fill in the blanks on his own. He imagines your features contorting into a bit of a funny face with a scrunched nose and furrowed brows as you figure out how to explain your dream. 
At last you settle on, “I’m not quite sure if it was a dream-dream or a vision-dream. There were a few too many dancing centaurs.” 
And Luke laughs, a light, easy sound. He’s taking this much better than Connor expected. 
“What are you going to do?”
“What do you mean?” 
“Are you going to accept the quest?” 
There’s more ruffling of sheets, presumably as you sit back up to stare at Luke. The question’s almost blasphemous, each demigod at Camp has been taught that the gods’ wishes take first priority every time. 
“He’s my dad,” you say slowly, as though confused.
“And?” 
“Luke.” 
“Since when have you cared about what the gods wanted? What do you want?” 
“To not stay within the borders of Camp for the rest of my life!” 
“Not staying in Camp means a life of constantly looking over your shoulder, constantly having to suspect everyone around you of being a monster, constantly on the run as you try and mask your scent!” 
The conversation feels suspiciously like something the two of you have discussed before as Connor feels that he’s perhaps missed out on a big portion of this fight. 
And you huff, it sounds like you’re about to leave for the Apollo Cabin again when Luke says, “Wait, no, I’m sorry.” 
“Let go of me,” you say, your tone dangerously low. “I don’t want to fight.” 
“I don’t either,” Luke says. “I just want you to be safe.” 
Silence. 
“I want you to be safe too,” you admit at last, the bed creaking as you climb back next to Luke. “I just– What use is a life lived of fear and cowardice?” 
Connor fake gags, not even caring to be silent any more. You two and your lovey-dovey confessions and trying to resolve conflicts as any healthy couple would do. How could two people be this blind, especially when they talked like this? 
You and Luke stay talking for the rest of the night, during which sleep finally gets the better of Connor, interruptions be damned. When he wakes: Chris, Travis, and Beckett are gathered around Luke’s bed, pointing fingers as they whisper. Connor pushes his way to the front, seeing you curled against Luke’s side, the two of you sound asleep and oblivious to the world around you. 
Connor has honestly never seen a pair more hopelessly whipped than the two of you. 
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v. the quest (ft. clarisse larue)
Clarisse still isn’t particularly sure why you chose her for the quest yet, narrowing her eyes as she scrutinizes you and Luke, both of whom are currently seated in the row in front of her. She thinks she might about just throw up from the way you’re both huddled together, talking in low tones about something which suspiciously doesn’t seem quest-related. 
“What are you talking about?” Clarisse asks, keeping her voice neutral as she speaks. She certainly doesn’t care, of course not. She’s a child of Ares, not Aphrodite, gossip and idle talk is beneath her. 
You whip your head around, as though just remembering the younger girl’s existence, while Luke simply looks annoyed at having your attention stolen away. 
“We were just talking about how we’re going to recover the stolen lyre,” you say, and there’s nothing in your tone to indicate a lie. Your father, Apollo, had apparently appeared in your dreams, bequeathing you a quest to reclaim his favorite musical instrument, which had gone missing before his bi-annual concert for the Olympians. As far as quests go, there have certainly been stranger ones. 
The three of you had just returned from a confrontation with one of the nymphs who worked in the great halls of Olympus, deciding to work your way down the list of potential suspects. It hadn’t taken much to get a confession out of her, as she’d sobbed hysterically about how she’d been blackmailed into stealing the lyre. 
You’d rubbed the cloud nymph’s back gently, casting a worried look at your quest mates. Even Clarisse couldn’t help but feel bad for the nymph, Kora, who’d said she was just trying to keep her sister safe. At that moment, her heavily pregnant sister made an appearance, looking confused at the ragtag group of teenagers in her living room. 
“Is everything alright?” she’d asked, oblivious, causing Kora to descend into a further state of sobs. 
Clarisse could understand. The nymph hadn’t wanted to harm anyone, but the rage of Apollo wasn’t any trivial thing to play around with. The ancient myths had long since made that clear, and perhaps you’d realized this too, as before leaving, you’d grasped Kora’s hands tightly, promising, “We won’t tell my father about this.” 
And the cloud nymph sobbed again, profusely thanking the three of you for your graciousness. And she’d readily volunteered the whereabouts of the current person with the lyre as a token of her gratitude, a small concert hall in downtown Manhattan. 
“‘The Bart Long?’” you ask, tilting your head in confusion, the three of you now standing in front of a small rickety building. It’s situated right between two apartments, looking out of place with its gloomy exterior. 
“I think it’s supposed to read ‘The Back Lounge,’” Luke says, squinting his eyes at the bright red signs. One of the letters isn’t lit properly, and Clarisse doesn’t blame you at all for not reading it correctly, dyslexia be damned and everything. 
“Well, that’s not suspicious at all.” 
Yet the three of you still make your way inside, your ears getting an unpleasant surprise from the lady sitting on a wooden stool on stage, plucking the strings of the lyre in a way no one would have ever dared to do so before. From the top half, she might have looked like your average everyday college student, save for her pasty green, scaly skin. But the real horror started from her lower half, where instead of legs, she has a pair of snake tails protruding from her waist. There’s several other dracaena seated in the audience, looking bored as they watch the performance. 
You look like you might be sick, and Clarisse vaguely remembers the story of Apollo and Python, and how all of Apollo’s children had inherited an extreme phobia of snakes as a result. Either that, or the evil snake-lady’s music was just that bad. 
The dracaena notices the three of you, setting the stolen lyre down next to her as she smiles, while the others perk up at the intrusion. “Half bloodsss!” she says cheerily, much to Clarisse’s confusion. “When Draco said he would arrange catering for the concssert, I had no idea he meant we’d receive live sssamples today!”
“Oh no,” Luke says immediately, holding the hilt of his sword steady, ready to attack at a moment's notice. “We’re not part of the menu.” 
“Are you sure?” one of the other dracaena asks. “You do look particularly tasssty.” 
“We’re here to retrieve the lyre of Apollo,” you say, squeaking as you do so. So much for not being part of the menu. 
“It’sss mine,” the main dracaena hisses, her friendly demeanor dropped at once, forked tongue darting out in warning. “I found it myssself.” 
“You mean you stole it!” Clarisse argues. 
“The nymph ssstole it.” 
“Only because you blackmailed her!” and Clarisse is mad, so mad at the way Kora was exploited out of her fear of more powerful beings, that she’s yelling, her spear raised to take lives. 
“Clarisse!” 
But it’s too late, the dracaena on full alert as they fight back, wielding their own weapons made of celestial bronze. Thieves, the whole lot of them, Clarisse thinks bitterly, having a few guesses for where the dracaena had gotten the weapons from, and not liking any of them. 
Luke joins her as they try to hold off the monsters, giving you time to use the distraction to your advantage. And so you dart for the stage, tumbling as you grab the lyre from the head dracaena’s arms. 
“You foolsss, forget them!” she shrieks. “The girl’sss ssstolen the lyre!” 
This causes slight confusion, as there’s not one, but two demigod girls, although Clarisse currently isn’t feeling thankful for being one of them as she defends herself from the monsters’ attacks. Meanwhile, you’re not having any better luck, your dagger currently caught in a bit of a tug of war battle between you and a dracaena. 
“Luke!” Clarisse yells, hoping that he’ll be able to go help you, but the boy’s having his own trouble with two other dracaena. 
“I’m a little preoccupied!” he yells back, disintegrating one with his sword, while the other roars with rage. 
But it doesn’t matter for the dracaena’s beat you, finally wresting the dagger from your grip. And she stabs you, twisting the blade in before pulling it out, your blood coating the metal. You keel over, clutching your stomach as you fall to the ground. 
Clarisse’s heart falls into her stomach as she screams, alerting Luke to what’s just happened. 
“Stay back!” he yells, his eyes wild as he slashes a wide arc around him, slashing his way through the hoard of monsters. Clarisse can feel the usually laid back Hermes Counselor’s rage roll off of him in waves, his disarray and anger rivaling that of Ares himself. 
And she suddenly recalls something that Chris had told her once, after watching Luke lose a sparring match to a daughter of Aphrodite, something she would have once deemed impossible if she hadn’t just seen it happen in front of her. Perhaps Luke liked the girl and lost on purpose? 
She’d then voiced her theory out loud to Chris, who had almost immediately waved off Clarisse’s suspicions, shaking his head profusely as though she was crazy. 
“Luke’s whipped for someone else,” Chris had said. “Like whipped, whipped.” 
Only now Clarisse remembers that you’d been there that day too, waving at Luke as you walked past the arena with your siblings, your usual camp attire traded for neater clothes, your hair down for the first time in a millennia. 
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+ i. the infirmary again
It only makes sense that a daughter of Apollo’s worst fear would be silence, you think sullenly as you pick at your nails, carefully watching Luke Castellan as he draws the blinds of the infirmary window open. Sunlight pours in almost immediately, casting his beautiful brown eyes in caramelized honey. 
“Don’t pick your nails,” he says, suddenly, bringing you out of your stupor. 
The statement is so confusing and out-of-the-blue that you can’t help but say, “Huh?” 
“Don’t pick your nails,” Luke repeats, taking his seat next to your bed. 
You cease the action, willing to humor him as you push yourself to sit up. But everything hurts, you realize belatedly, wincing in pain at the sudden exertion. 
Luke leans forward, sensing your pain almost immediately as he helps you adjust, waiting for you to settle properly against the pillows. “Are you okay?” 
“I— Yeah, thank you. Are you?” 
And Luke laughs, a small broken noise as he leans away again, running his hand through his already mussed hair. “You’re asking if I’m okay?” 
And you nod, not understanding why he looks so forlorn. 
“You almost died,” Luke says, looking at you. “I– I don’t know what I would have done if–” He breaks off, turning his head to the side, tears gathering in the corner of his eye. 
You reach your hand out, cupping his cheek, forcing him to look at you. The bags under his eyes are dark and sullen, and you briefly wonder when was the last time he’d slept. 
“I’m here,” you say, frowning at him. 
“You almost weren’t,” Luke says, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. “You— Your father arrived in time to retrieve the lyre. I— I don’t know what would have happened if Apollo wasn’t there.” 
“But he was.” 
“But what if he wasn’t?” Luke pleads, gripping your hand on his cheek with his own. He’s begging you to listen, but for what, you’re not sure. 
“Why are you so worried? I’m okay, see!” 
“Do you really not know?” And Luke’s looking at you, his eyes searching. You give a slight shake of your head, and his eyes drop, disappointed. He says your name, his tone low as he adds, “I— You— I don’t know how I’d ever live without you.” 
And you feel the wind knocked out of your chest when you hear those beautiful words at last, what he’s been trying to say this whole time. 
“Are you—“ you try again. “Are you saying you’re—“
“—in love with you?” And Luke looks up at you, his eyes soft. “Yeah. I— I am. I think so, at least.” 
“Oh.” you think you’re making a face because the sentiment is so utterly foreign to you. “Thank you?” 
A smile tugs at Luke’s lips at that. “Only you would thank someone for being in love with you.” 
You roll your eyes, using your free hand to shove at his chest. Luke, being Luke, dramatically faints at this, proclaiming that you’ve wounded his soul, torn up his confession and thrown it out the window. 
“Oh please, you big baby,” you scoff, twisting your fingers into the fabric of his shirt, misjudging your upper body strength as you pull him towards you, Luke’s black curls falling in front of his face. It really is growing long, is all you have time to think before he ducks down, kissing you at last. 
You think you might have died early and gone to Elysium, as you reciprocate the action, tangling your hands in his hair. 
The kiss is everything that Luke Castellan is meant to be: wild and free and sweet and confident. He’s everywhere and everything all at once, but the moment’s over too soon as you gasp in pain, his hand accidentally gripping your fresh scars. 
“I’m so—“ 
“Don’t apologize,” you wince, gritting your teeth in pain. “I just— I need a moment.” 
“Do you need anything?” 
You shake your head, but it does nothing to dissuade Luke from poking his head out the window, yelling for Lee to hurry his ass inside. You giggle, holding your arms out for Luke, and he takes it, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. 
“We’ll resume this when you’re better,” Luke promises, pressing his forehead against yours, his eyes closed as he breathes in, breathes out. You nod in agreement as he presses a final chaste kiss to your cheek, muttering something about having to check on his siblings before they burn down the Hermes Cabin as Lee enters the infirmary.  
You watch Luke fondly as he leaves, finally realizing that you really were whipped, weren’t you? 
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I watched James Somerton's final video, and all I got was this 6 page document
As soon as I learned his final unreleased video was on Revolutionary Girl Utena, I knew I had to hate watch it. I didn't know that I'd spend the following 4 hours making a comprehensive doc on everything I hated about it. But here we are.
The TLDR (is this too long to be a TLDR?)
The intro section, as well as Part 2, are directly plagiarized from wikipedia. The rest is unclear.
He makes a “haha this show is so weird right guys” joke 10 different times
He reads Anthy as so emotionally stunted she literally has to be taught how to think for herself, and believes that being the rose bride makes her feel good
He says that his reading is ‘vastly different” from the rest of the community, before boldly stating that this is because he sees it as a “deeply allegorical and symbolic story”
He sees the sexual abuse as “not to be taken literally”
Insists that the show be separated into parts that are strictly literal and strictly allegorical for the entirety of parts 3 and 4, before making the contradictory move of analyzing characters as allegories during part 5
The only characters that get dedicated sections are Akio and Dios, who he doesn’t believe are the same person. 
He says Dios gets his powers by “deflowering women”
He calls Akio, known child predator, a chaotic bisexual
Uses 14 year old SA survivor Anthy’s passive personality to make a joke about her being a bottom
His final point is that Utena was the real prince all along
There are no citations
Anyway, full version for people who hate themselves under the cut. With time codes, because I cite my sources.
Part 1: Intro
This entire section is almost exclusively quoted from the Wikipedia article for Revolutionary Girl Utena. Words have been changed, but the order at which certain topics come up is not. Highlights include:
0:56 In his introduction of Be-Papas, lists the founding members in literally the exact same order as Wikipedia.
1:40-2:00 His list of Be-Papas previous works is lifted entirely from wikipedia, only with the words changed. This leads to a strange moment at 1:52 where he claims Be-papas ‘lent their talents to’ Neon Genesis Evangelion, a show which started production at least a year before Be-papas was founded. On the wikipedia article for Utena, this is instead referring to the previous work of Shinya Hasegawa and Yōji Enokido
4:23 he uses a quote by Yūichirō Oguro describing the production as a “tug of war”. He seems to have lifted this in its entirety from Wikipedia, as he does not cite the actual source it is from (the box set companion book, btw)
As for James Somerton originals, at 0:44 he claims that out of all magical girl series,”none to my knowledge have been more discussed and dissected than the 1997 series Revolutionary Girl Utena” He will go back on this at 5:05, where he states that “Sailor Moon takes the lion’s share of discussion” in regard to influential magical girl anime
Part 2: Part 1
(At least I know I’m not funny, unlike James Somerton)
Speaking of which. Here is every single time he makes a “wow this show is sooooo weird you guys” joke: 6:00, 8:50, 10:40, 10:58, 13:46, 17:07, 24:16, 30:34, 41:19, 48:01
Here’s every time the punchline to the joke is the existence of Nanami, a character who he otherwise completely disregards: 10:56, 12:05, 16:22, 42:40
6:16 Claims that the “Apocalypse saga” and “Akio Ohtori saga’ are two names for the same several episodes, depending on the release. This is untrue. Instead, different releases either only have the Apocalypse saga, or split the episodes into an Akio Ohtori saga and then the Apocalypse saga. 
7:58 Claims Utena intervening on Anthy’s behalf begins the first duel. While this happens in the movie, Touga intervenes in the scene he uses clips from (like literally right after the shot he uses in the video). Utena only gets drawn into the duels when Wakaba’s love note to Saionji is posted. Youtuber Noralities’ Utena video also gets this wrong, which makes me wonder if this was copied.
9:09 Claims Akio’s “End of the World” moniker is actually more closely translated to “Apocalypse”. In reality, the translation moves away from a more apocalyptic reading, with 世界の果て (Sekai no hate) apparently translating closer to “the furthest reach of a known world” or “edge of the world”. (Love the implications of this translation, but I digress)
9:10 As can be assumed from the previous point, this means I can’t find any sources that point to them not using the title “apocalypse” for religious reasons
10:10 Uses Anthy’s extreme passivity under her Rose bride persona to make a top/bottom joke. I’m gonna repeat this in case you’re just skimming. He uses a trait that likely stems from years of abuse, (possibly exaggerated by the persona Anthy uses to manipulate people), and uses it to call her a bottom. 
He also just doesn’t seem to understand how the whole point of Utena constantly telling Anthy that she's just a normal girl who should make more friends is framed as Utena imposing her will on Anthy, just as much as the previous Engaged have done. 
11:54 Apologies in advance for my most “um, actually!” point yet, but technically his statement that Anthy stops being host to the Sword of Dios is wrong. Akio literally pulls a sword out of her chest in the final duel. It's a more evil-looking sword of Dios, granted.
13:02 !!! CANTARELLA SCENE ALERT !!! He interprets it as them fighting over Akio?? Which like. I will allow people to have their own interpretations of vague and symbolic scenes. I will. I swear. This is not technically incorrect. It just makes me want to eat my own intestines.
14:44 Bad Anthy take #1: He states Anthy “is emotionally stunted to the point where she needs people to make decisions for her because she does not know how to think for herself” This ignores several moments of Anthy clearly making her own choices throughout the show, including the suicide attempt Somerton mentions about a minute prior. This also strips Anthy of what little agency she has throughout the story, usually exerted through messing with Utena or Nanami. (The fact that she repeatedly makes choices that contribute to her own abuse is, in my opinion, one of the most interesting parts of her character, and it's a shame that Summerton’s ‘reading’ of the story completely disregards that)
Additionally, he once again reads Utena ‘urging Anthy to think for herself” in the first arc as an unambiguously good move, and not as something critiqued in the show.
14:52 Summerton reads the Swords of hatred as symbolizing men’s hatred specifically. Again, I’m trying not to completely disregard differing interpretations to a show like Utena, but this feels very simplistic, especially considering the harm we see aimed towards Anthy by other women
16:42 Here he claims that his reading of the story seems to be “vastly different” from the bulk of Utena discourse. What is this reading? That the show shouldn’t be read literally. Or, in his words, “[we can interpret] Revolutionary Girl Utena as a deeply allegorical and symbolic story about the struggles of coming of age amidst widespread institutional corruption in a high school and which describes a passive culture of inaction in regard to brazen instances of domestic exploitation in which there is not only a question about the caporeality of the events transpiring but also which events can be taken for granted and which events are meant to signify abstract sociological institutions.” The idea that he believes this is in any way a new reading of the material honestly baffles me.
Part 3: Part 2
17:48 through 18:50 differently quotes the Wikipedia article for postmodernism. He even makes a joke at 17:55 about Wikipedia. Please kill me. 
The first three themes he lists at 19:11 are just the three main themes listed on the Revolutionary Girl Utena Wikipedia page. What was that about a “vastly different” reading, James?
You’re gonna have to take my word for it, but this section is so short because it's just him talking about the various ways the story can’t be taken literally. He does, ironically, call this a hot take.
Part 4: Part 3
Here’s where the reading falls apart folks
At 23:15, he states that some things in Utena are allegorically coded, while others are to be taken literally. This is true. However, he seems to take this to mean that some parts of the show are Strictly Literal, while others are Strictly Allegorical for things going on in the Literal World. 
This is apparently why he prefers the Anime to the Movie, where there basically is no separation between the Literal and Allegorical
This take is bizarre to me for several reasons, but here is my favorite. At several points, he mentions how Revolutionary Girl Utena is a work of Magical Realism. Magical Realism is literally defined by its blending of the “literal” and “allegorical”, the mix of fantastical elements in a mundane, realistic setting. This idea of the impossibility of a blurred line, that Utena must either have lore where the magic is all real and means nothing, or dedicated allegory segments quarantined from the rest of the story, is contrary to the very idea of Magical Realism.
I can’t help but wonder if Somerton took his mentions of Magical realism from a previous work, due to how little it is consistent with his final argument. Either way, this section suggests a great lack of creativity in his analysis, a shame for such a creative work.
24:36: Shiori slander, for those who care
After this he gets really worked up about people assuming symbolism in everything, even when the author ‘doesn’t make it clear something is symbolic’. He shuts down a reading of a shot in the Lord of the Rings. Miley Cyrus is there? Very The Curtains Were Blue of him. 
28:22 Claims that Wakaba is the key to telling where the Strictly Literal segments end and the Strictly Allegorical segments begin. He states that, under this lens, deeply personal moments of character suffering such as all of the sexual abuse and Anthy’s suicide attempt (which he literally cites) should be read as symbolic and be “approached with uncertainty rather than confusion”. (28:24-29:13)
This also somewhat falls apart when you consider Wakaba is the jeep in the movie's car chase
And then he rants about people not liking his Attack on Titan video for a bit. Since its potential symbolism also doesn't follow hard enough rules to be symbolism. Once again, the separation of “fact vs allegory” I haven’t watched AOT, so that's all I’ll say.
Part 5: Part 4
Thank god this part is short. Much like Dios’ on-screen presence.
32:55 Makes the extremely bold claim that Dios is not Akio. As in, never even became Akio. because Dios is Strictly Allegorical.
Just to be a pedant, this is pretty explicitly disproven in the show
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Confusingly, both earlier and later he will address these two as the same character. 
33:04 he also explains the root of Akio’s name in a tone that suggests this is supplemental information and not like. Literally something he explains out loud in the show?
Part 6: Part 5
This section is nearly entirely about Akio Ohtori. I would like to note that him and Dios are the only characters with dedicated segments.
38:30 The part where he states that Dios gets his powers from deflowering women.
38:46 Claims, once again, that Akio’s abuse of Anthy “may not be literal”. 
38:59 “the instance of exploitation here is used because assault has deep roots as indicating that akio's gender is the source of his imbalance”  THE ASSAULT IS ABOUT AKIO NOW???
39:45 Bad Anthy take #2: “Anthy’s conformity to the Rose bride is based around the fact that she feels good being subservient because this is the only thing in her life that has ever brought her any kind of positive reward”. This is a direct quote. Anyway, I can’t think of any instances in the show where Anthy’s subservience gives her a positive reward, except maybe when she’s intentionally using it to manipulate others. As for her feeling good being the rose bride. She tries to commit suicide. Dude.
Side tangent, but isn’t this exactly what Akio says during the final 2 episodes? That Anthy enjoys being a witch? Is the main villain, who consistently says things during that very episode that are blatantly false, our source of information for this take? I guess so, since this is the dedicated Akio section.
At 40:20 he decides to introduce the concept of Anthy, Akio, and Utena as stand-ins for wider concepts, which is antithetical to his approach in analysis beforehand
Part 7: Part 6
42:40 he finally acknowledges that he’s been spending too much time talking about Akio, and literally no time on characters like Nanami
46:10 states that Utena’s exclusive motivation “is to protect Anthy from the predatorial intentions of the other dualists”, which disregards the fact, which she states herself, that she was largely participating in the duels and protecting Anthy to feel like a prince
48:04 The part where he says that Akio has ‘chaotic Bi vibes’ in regards to him sleeping with Touga, who is 17 and implied to be a long-term victim
Part 8: Part 7
54:01: His concluding point is that Utena was the real prince all along. 
In true Somerton fashion, the video then ends over a scrolling wall of patrons, with not a single citation in sight.
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ᰔ CANDY GRAMS ft. rintaro suna
ʚ CW : secret admirer. manager! reader.
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every year on valentine’s day, your schools student body sets up a booth for candy grams. $2 to send a cute little message to your loved one with little lollipops and candied hearts. the line would stretch all the way down the hall with students eager to buy one, the end of the line grumbling at their time wasted when they heard the shout of “sold out!”. it was a huge tradition that the students never failed to miss, as it would always cause an uproar of excitement along with the funds being donated to whatever cause.
it’s your second year at inarizaki highschool, and you were luckily privileged enough to become the manager of the volleyball club during the second half of your first year, being a new student, despite the insane amount of girls who had applied for the spot. you had made it extremely clear that no, you were not interested in the twins, no, this wasn’t a plan to get one them to fall in love with you, and no, you weren’t a secret spy for a fangirl instagram account trying to gather information. all things accounted for, you were accepted into the position.
now as a second year, you had kept your word on not falling for the infamous volleyball twins who in reality were just dumb teenage boys that talked your ear off with their constant nagging and immature jokes. however, the one who had caught your eye was the middle blocker with the #10 jersey, rintaro suna. they never said you couldn’t have a little crush on him, right? and even despite having quite the interest in him, you would never act on it, as you seemed to be good friends with him along with the twins, not daring to ruin the friendship or break the trust with the club.
suna was a nice person to be around, his sense of humor was infectious and he was a good, more tame break from the rambunctious person known as atsumu miya, even though they did tend to occasionally get into mischief when together. he was blunt in the ways he showed that he cared, and you recall the moment you realized you had feelings for him when you had accompanied him at the store to get a snack before practice. he had asked you if you wanted anything, and you had told him you didn’t have any money with you.
“i didn’t ask if you had money. i asked what you wanted.”
it left you blushing for the rest of the day, walking out of the shop with a cookie in hand and hearing “why didn’t ya pay fer me?!” fall out of atsumu’s mouth in complaint. you knew in your heart you definitely couldn’t deny it now, you had fallen.
the date marked february 14th, valentine’s day, and just like last year, the halls were bustling in delirium as the line stretched from one end of the courtyard to the other. you slung your bag over your shoulder and continued to walk to your designated class, overhearing the cheers of the people who finally made it to the front of the string of students. making your way to class and taking your seat, you prepare to take on the day as if it were any other.
eventually, the period before lunch had rolled around, and the person passing candy grams from each class had reached your door. you could feel the anticipation of your peers as the student began dropping each one off to certain desks. 1 here, 3 there, 5, wow that’s quite a few.
after most of the class had received their special gifts, whispering the notes their partners had left for them to one another, you had expected the deliverer to make their leave and be on with it.
your assumptions hadn’t been correct, when you see that they had made their way to your desk.
“10 candy grams for miss l/n, here you go!”
wait what?
you caught a few quiet gasps and small whispers from some of your classmates as your desk had been filled with a whopping number of 10 candy grams. even you had wanted to gasp yourself, but you really did not want this attention on you.
after everyone had quieted down a little more, you took the gracious opportunity to check the pink slips of paper on each packet of treats.
“to: y/n.”
again, you checked another slip. then another, and another for good measure. to your upmost confusion, every single slip you had was completely nameless. before you could comprehend exactly what was going on with these mysterious sweets, class was being dismissed for lunch.
“buying candy grams for yerself? that’s pretty depressin’.” atsumu bellowed at you when you had walked up to your friends, arms almost overflowing with your gifts.
“im not that cheap, you idiot…there’s 10 here, and ALL with no name.” you scoffed back at him.
“maybe it’s yer stalker.” osamu had countered, eyeing the bags.
“oh yeah, how lovely that would be. quit trying to scare me, osamu.” you deadpanned. “where’s suna?”
“dunno. so, ya gonna share that candy or what?”
“really miya? you’re both holding an entire grocery bag of them. i’ll see you guys at practice.” you walked off, still pondering on the thought of who it could be.
you still hadn’t managed to find suna within the midst of this entire situation, wanting to get his input. despite the so called “thrill” of having a secret admirer, you didn’t really seem to care. you wanted suna, and you wanted it to be him who was sending you stupid pieces of candy and dumb notes. that however, is a wish that could never be granted no matter how bad you yearned for it.
it’s the last half of the day by now, most classes having been visited by the deliverer, disregarding a few. mostly extra candy grams were being passed to the people who didn’t receive them before lunchtime. you practically ignored the lesson your teacher was explaining, too caught up in your thoughts to listen. 10 candy grams, no name, suna has practically disappeared. when class had been dismissed, you passed by your locker in hopes of putting the treats in there for later, but when you opened the latch, you had yet another surprise waiting for you.
10 more packets of candy dribbled out of your locker, a couple landing by your feet as if to mock you. you scamper to pick them up with a huff, and when you start to shove them in with the rest in your locker, miserably failing to fit them all inside, you come to an immediate realization.
atsumu is the only person who unfortunately knows your locker combination, back when you had held his lost textbook for him until he could get it back.
it dawned on you in an instant, of course, this was atsumu’s idea of humour, a perfect valentine’s day prank.
you roll your eyes at the idea of the twins antics, but also began to feel a tinge of sadness when you came to your conclusion, a hint of hope in the back of your mind that maybe, it was the one your heart had longed for who was up to this, but you’re quick to shut it down. with an upset slam of your locker, you head to the gym.
feet that slowly skid onto the concrete stairs was all that could be heard, and your shoes squeek against the vinyl flooring of the inarizaki gym when you enter. as you prepare to tell off atsumu, a voice interrupts you.
“what’s up with you?”
it was suna, his head cocked to the side with a slight furrow in his brow.
“im trying to find atsumu, he’s really done it this time…”
“and what did he do?”
“he thought it would be a funny idea to prank me! on valentine’s day of all days! sending a mountain of candy grams that won’t even fit in my locker…there wasn’t even a name on them. and it made me think…” you interrupt yourself before you accidentally say too much, “it’s just dumb yknow?” you huff.
“i figured you would think something dumb like that.”
“… huh?”
suna starts to dig into his bag, hand reaching in and then back out. one of his arms extended out to you, holding one of the same cellophane bags that had been taunting you all day.
this one held a cookie, the same kind as that day back at the store, and when you open the note, you can feel yourself grow lighter.
“to: y/n.
you’re kind of a dunse.”
and this time, there’s an indicator of the sender on the slip of paper, in the same handwriting as all of the others.
“R. S.”
you look to suna with widened eyes and a growing blush to your cheeks, your mouth slightly ajar when you ask him,
“…it was you?”
suna softly smirks at you, his hidden facade of mischievousness breaking as he replies,
“yeah, you should really think before you trust a miya with your locker combo.”
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XOXO! — TOJI FUSHIGURO
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SYNOPSIS...toji’s life as a single dad was busy and exhausting, leaving little to no time for him and only focusing on making megumi happy, but that all changes when you enter their lives
INFO...toji x fem!reader, toji is good dad, tsumiki is readers bio daughter, megumi calls reader mom and tsumiki calls toji dad, fluff, comfort, sweet ending
OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated
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Toji wasn’t so used to affection, being a single dad and taking care of megumi never gave him the time of day to actually partake in his interests. He was always busy, trying to make sure him and his son weren’t struggling, always wanting to be present in his life. It wasn’t until one day he wasn’t able to afford the candy megumi was begging him for, tears pricking the little boys eyes as he held the candy up to his dad and pleaded multiple times despite his fathers dismissal.
You watch the scene unfold in front of you, the little boys upset face tugging at your heart strings. As they were leaving, you decided to buy the candy, chasing the man and his son down. “Excuse me!” You called out in the parking lot, grocery bag in hand. Toji turned to look at you, eyes narrowing. He was confused why you had such a big smile on your face as you walked up to him. “I overheard about you not being able to get him the candy, so I decided to buy it for him. I hope you don’t mind.” You reached into your bag, pulling out the chocolate bar and handing it to megumi. The little boy looked up at his dad for approval, clinging to his leg.
“Take it, Megs.” His dad chuckled, ruffling the boys hair. “Say thank you.”
“Thank you,” the boy mumbled, hesitantly grabbing the candy from your hand.
You smiled at him before focusing your attention back on Toji. “I used to be in the same position as you when it came to my daughter. She would always beg for candy,” you laughed.
“I really appreciate it.” Toji nodded. “How old is your daughter, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“She’s only 5.” You smiled.
“Ah, this one here is only 4.” He glanced down at his son. “I’m Toji by the way.”
“Nice to meet you, Toji. I’m y/n.”
Now here he was three years later, groggily walking into the kitchen as the aroma of bacon and coffee filled the air. The laughter of kids watching tv in the living room was quick to wake him up. “Morning,” you called out, smiling at him with a plate of food in your hand and a cup of coffee. You set it down on the table before walking over to him. “Sleep okay?” You wrapped your arms around his neck, hugging him.
“Mmm, yeah. These two little rascals woke me up though,” he chuckled lightly, looking over at his two kids.
“Sorry!” Tsumiki ran over to Toji to hug him. Megumi following after her. “Mommy said she was gonna plan on having us wake you up anyway!” Tsumiki laughed, looking at you.
“I did not!” You say sarcastically with a gasp.
“Yes, huh, mommy!” Megumi argues. “It’s not good to lie.”
Toji and you both laugh at Megumi’s serious manner, watching the little boy walk over to the table to eat. Tsumiki does the same, practically running over to her seat. You turn to look back at Toji, a smile on his face. “What?” You question, fixing the stray hairs on his face.
“Nothin.” He shakes his head with a smile, planting a kiss on your lips. “Thank you for cooking breakfast, sweetheart.” He kisses you again.
“Ew! Stop kissing! That’s gross! It’s how you get cooties!” Tsumiki fake gags, pointing her finger at the both of you.
Toji finally lets you slip from his arms as the both of you made your way over to the table to eat. Toji sips on his coffee first, the warm liquid heating up his body.
“Mommy, when we’re done eating can we go play in the snow? I wanna build a snowman.” Megumi takes a bite of his bacon, loudly chewing on it.
“Chew with your mouth closed, megs, and yes, we can go play.” You take a bite of your eggs. “How’s your pancakes, miki?”
“Really good!” She smiles enthusiastically.
“Can I get more bacon?” Megumi asks before taking a sip of his orange juice.
“Of course, baby.” You stand from your chair, grabbing the extra bacon you made from off of the counter, placing two on his plate. “Come here, your face is all greasy, silly.” Megumi lets out a little giggle as you wipe his mouth with a napkin.
Toji looks over at the three of you, smiling to himself, admiring the little family he was blessed with. It only feels like yesterday since he first met you. Time sure does fly by when you’re living your best life. You are so good to him and Megumi, treating him like your own since the moment you laid eyes on him. He’s extremely grateful you and Tsumiki came into his life, ridding him of the feeling of hopelessness he had festering inside of him. This is all he ever wanted for him and Megs. He couldn’t ask for anything better, which is why he will soon ask you to be his forever.
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chxrryhansen · 2 months
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౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊ Cherry’s Cevans Series Rec List
thought i’d make a list of all the best cevans (characters) series i have read!! i have lots more to add and will continue to update this list🫶🏻 i will also create a one shot fic rec list in the near future💖💘💞
Preying On You Tonight - @evansbby
“Steve is the cocky, brash and domineering alpha who makes your life at university a living hell every day. You’re the complete opposite - quiet, meek and reserved. You’re convinced Steve hates you, but what happens when he finds out you have a boyfriend? (a/b/o dynamics)”
Wicked Games - @evansbby
Ari is the campus fuckboy and you’re his little plaything. But he’s telling the truth when he says he’s going to make you his girlfriend soon, right?
What A World - @onsunnyside
S.H.I.E.L.D. had a lot of secrets, you just never expected one of them to be an actual person—a blue-eyed giant, wild manbeast at that. [tarzan!Steve Rogers x doctor!reader, nomad!steve, size difference]
Just Because I Won’t Die For You, Doesn’t Mean I Won’t Kill For You - @dbnightingale24
Lloyd Hansen is just another job for you. Your last job. However, when he decides that he wants to take you for a ride and have a good time, well...how’s a girl supposed to say no?
Closer To Heaven And Closer To You - @georgiapeach30513
When your boyfriend, Ransom wants to take a trip back home to the ranch to meet your family, you are unsure.  Knowing that a rodeo is in town could only mean your ex, Frank Adler, was most likely riding for eight seconds, still trying to beat his best friend, Steve Rogers.  All you wanted was a nice time, not old memories bothering your brain.
Just Like The Caged Bird - @georgiapeach30513
You are a widow who moves back to her husband's hometown after selling your in Georgia home.  Moving in above your brother in law's garage.  Sharing the space with his friend Bucky Barnes, but your other brother-in-law Andy causes problems, along with your overprotective brothers.
Pretty Petals - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
You go on a self-improvement retreat, but not all is as it seems. (multi-character)
His Koala Bear - @kinanabinks
you and steve have been best friends since you were 5. for the longest time, he has wanted so much more from you. and it's getting harder for him to stop himself from taking it.
Belong Here - @angrythingstarlight
Steve has been looking for his perfect girl and suddenly there you are stuck in this dingy restaurant. You don't belong here, you belong with him.
Finding Home - @navybrat817
Steve finds a home with you. (lumberjack Au)
Their Doll - @kaiparker-avengerssmut
y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.
No Better Than Beast’s - @lokislastlove
You’re an animal rights activist who sets out to put an end to animal testing… but it’s a risky mission. (Dark!Steve Rogers)
Doppelgänger - @boxofbonesfic
Your husband’s twin brother has always made you uncomfortable, and after two years of marriage, you finally find out why. (Dark!Ransom Drysdale + Dark!Lloyd Hansen)
Million Dollar Man - @chrisevansgoodgirl
your relationship with ransom and his insane family.
Brooklyn’s Sweetheart - @spacesnail3000
Bucky and Steve had always been meant to keep her safe and happy. As far as anyone else was concerned, that was their sole reason for being alive. Unfortunately, the things that kept her safe were not always the things that kept her happy. Lately, she was making it pretty damn hard for them to compromise.
Let It Snow - @spacesnail3000
She was his Omega, and Steve had a plan. She would love him. He knew she would.
Sweet Renegade - @cevansbrat0007
A new arrival in town leads to an unexpected complication in the form of a sexy as sin Bounty Hunter named Ari Levinson.
Evergreen, Evermore - @babyjakes
loving husbands jake and ari had always believed they were all each other could ever want or need. but one unusual summer, when their world is turned upside-down by an uncanny girl from down the street, they find that having someone to love, nurture, and care for together is the missing piece that finally completes their perfect family and lives.
A Huckleberry Is Nothing Without His Hummingbird - @dbnightingale24
Lloyd and Y/N have been amicably(ish) divorced for four years. However, when earth shattering trauma come their way, will they lean into what they truly want, or will the flames from past traumas still burn too bright?
Civil war- Brooklyn - @saiyanprincessswanie
Ten years ago the Readers world was turned upside down when her father was killed by Hydras Brock Rumlow. She believes the loves of her life Steve Rogers and James “Bucky” Barnes were also killed while trying to avenge her fathers death. Reader is now working for the FBI on a task force that is meant to take down Hydra. She volunteers to go undercover to take down Hydra. In doing so she not only puts herself in the cross hairs with Rumlow but she gets to meet the mystery men causing Hydra issues. Who are the Captain and Winter Soldier? What lengths will you go through to uncover the truth and seek revenge?
The Boston Brute - @time-for-a-lullaby
When you graduated from Northeastern University, you had your sights set on the West Coast. And then you were offered a position with the Boston Bruins Athletic Training Department. And then you met Chris. A 6′3″, ruggedly handsome hockey player dead set on making your life a living hell by pushing every button and getting on every nerve. Despite your obvious disdain for each other and the ‘No Fraternization’ clause in your employee contract, you’re drawn together in a passionate, fiery love affair that seems to burn everything in its wake. 
Planet Evans Universe - @astranva
In which Chris was a nervous mess when he met his A+ list celebrity crush, highest-paid, and the most iconic actress, you, at Vanity Fair’s 2014 after party. (Following the life of overprotective!dad!Chris x wife!actress!reader!)
Don’t Speak - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor
Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (Dark!Andy Barber)
Cat and Mouse - @queen-of-the-avengers
You’re called the Vixen because you were HYDRA’s favorite creation. You’re very hard to catch, and once you are, it’s even harder to keep you.
Let’s Ride - @starryevermore
You’re a single mom and have just moved into a new town. You have no interest in looking for love, but the funny thing about love is, it waits for no one. (Biker!Ari Levinson)
Out Of The Darkness - @sunshinexsin
Sienna Jons has lived in Boston for three years now after graduating and is running her own salon in the city. With a small group of friends sticking by her side, she's content with her life. Enter Chris Evans, a known and feared mob boss in Boston’s underground crime world. Coming out of a long relationship ended in a bitter divorce, Chris isn’t looking for anything serious until Sienna crosses his path. Trying to win her over proves difficult for the man who seemingly has it all and Sienna is not willing to be with someone who causes such destruction in his own hometown. Sienna soon finds herself entangled in the crazy, violent world of the mob and struggles to find a way to either live with the hardened man Chris has always been or get away from him before her own life spirals out of control.
Murder He Wrote - @wiypt-writes
You’re sent by your asshole boss to do a review of a Celebrity Host Haunted Mansion, hosted by none-other than the arrogant, wild-eye browed actor Lucas Lee, but you’re worried you’ve missed the boat…that is, until at the last minute, an email arrives to say they can let you in on the last admission that night, which just happens to be Halloween. (Dark!Ransom Drysdale)
Poison Paradise - @the-iceni-bitch
Robert Pronge was sure he could settle for a fake domestic life as long as he could go on killing. Little did he know that you could give him everything he needed.
A Bun In The Oven - @witchywithwhiskey
the leaves are changing—green fading into golden yellow, burnt orange and radiant red—and the days are getting shorter and colder as autumn settles in. it's the perfect time of year for baked goods, fall foliage, book stores, and to curl up next to (and get under) our favorite man with a plan, steve rogers
Wilford’s Demands - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork
Wilford places you in Curtis’ care so he can impregnate you.
In The Balance - @goodgirlofglory
One unsuspecting evening, the stranger Steve Rogers appears bloodied and in need of aid at your doorstep. You immediately catch his eye, and he forces himself upon you within the hour. Several months of repeated visits from him results in your pregnancy, and the night you find out, Steve intereceps you on your way to an abortion clinic and kidnaps you to his mansion. Will you carry the child to term? Will you buckle under the pressure of capitivity? Will you escape the grasp Steve has on you, or will you submit to it and your own, conflicted desires?
Drowning Siren - @rogerswifesblog
The Avengers found an old abandoned HYDRA base, that had been cleared after HYDRAs existence had been exposed. At least they thought it was cleared. It was the biggest experimental lab they had ever seen, the closest base to the ocean, full with creatures-dead creatures. Some of them laid still on tables, stripped with metal cuffs, open and already rotting. It was an awful smell. But then they heard something beautiful. A melody, a beautiful voice singing unbelievably gentle sounds. Walking into the building full with ocean creatures, they had no idea their life was about to change.
Vampire Kings Religion - @marvelcriminalhoe
In a world where fantasy beings roam every corner, the humans are on the bottom. Looked at as weak and disgraceful. The vampires are the opposite. They rule the land, and all of the creatures that take part of it. the current ruler, King Steven, has ruled for more than 150 years, alone. After many nights, and long talks with his most trusted hands, he comes to the long awaited decision that he will finally, take a wife. All female creatures, are to be evaluated, so he can find his perfect match. Of course, no one expects for him to choose a human. Especially not one from the church. Especially not the daughter, of the leader, of the church. The same church that detests the mythical creatures, wishing for nothing more than for them to perish in fire. How could this union possibly end well?
Ride And Prejudice - @pagesoflauren
A take on Pride & Prejudice, certain circumstances in your life have led you to take refuge and work in a farm village, particularly on the ranch owned by Steve Rogers. He doesn’t take kindly to you, having bad perceptions about city folk. Your only reaction to that is the one you deem acceptable: get annoyed at every little thing he does whilst doing your best to annoy him and still keep your job.
Love On The Brain - @howardpotts
You’re just a student, living her normal daily life in New York. One night changes everything, without you even knowing. Steve Rogers slowly introduces you to his world full of money, drugs and voilence. But are you able to handle what he has to offer? (MobBoss!Steve Rogers)
Flamingo King - @onsunnyside
The sun is brutal this summer, especially in Flamingo Trailer Park, the land of big hearts and cheap tricks, you’ve been here for years unlike your “new” neighbour, Ari. He’s older, bigger, and intimidating, the local rockstar, and you, well, aren’t you just the sweetest girl in the whole damn city?
Make It A December To Remember - @imyourbratzdoll
AGE AND SIZE DIFFERENCE IS ADDED TO ALL! SANTA AND THE GRINCH ARE LARGER THAN THE READER! THE ELVES ARE THE SIZE OF HER PALM! (a chris evans xmas universe)
This Love Is Bad - @wildestdreamsblog
You were just trying to escape your past, and Ari was trying to chase his future.
Nowhere To Run - @sagechanoafterdark
On the last day that Steve spent in your small town before heading off to basic training for the army, he made sure it was one you wouldn’t ever forget. Years later when he appears in your town he seems like a changed man in more ways than one, but you’re ready to show him that you’ve never forgotten that day. (Dark!Steve Rogers+ Bucky Barnes)
Nice To Be Kneaded - @rogersideup
Almost every news station in the country was covering the chase for the missing superheroes post-raft-escape following the Civil War. Steve Rogers face had been plastered on the cover of every news paper, fliers stapled to street lamps, posted on bulletin boards in what felt like every coffee shop in the country. It had been just a few long months shy of a year, just long enough to grow out his hair and beard to make himself as unrecognizable as he could manage. Though he was still the poster boy of disorder within the states, he found himself in the scanty town of Greenwood in the house right next to yours.
Forever And Ever More - @syntheticavenger
Ransom Drysdale may be Boston’s most eligible Alpha who has his eyes set on you. With his inheritance hanging in the balance, he won’t take no for an answer, whether you like him or not.
Hackers Heart - @bakugousaysdie
steve rogers has always been america’s golden boy, leading earth’s mightiest heroes and serving his country. you have always been bad with boundaries, a little too curious, and an absolute disruption. you are an absolute menace,so it’s only right you fell in love with the most adored man in the country.
Arranged - @time-for-a-lullaby
Living in this life, you’ve never gotten to have much say in anything. What you wear, who you hang out with, and now, who you marry and you’re dreading your arranged marriage to the Italian mob boss, Chris Evans. Expecting to suffer through a life of abuse while being kept under lock and key, you’re pleasantly surprised when Chris is nothing like you expected. He’s the most feared man on the East Coast, only brought to his knees by one thing and one thing only. You.
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imagine being the miya twins older sister who has had suna rintarou fully enamoured with your existence since he first met you at 15 years old.
he has tried to make many moves on you over the years to no avail; sneakily trying to place his arms around your shoulder before one of your brothers notice and throw the nearest object they can grab his way. not letting you carry anything while hes around, claiming how “youll never have to lift a finger again” if you give him a chance. hell, even dropping down to the floor to tie your shoelaces the second he realises the laces have come loose, taking his time to stand back up afterwards as he slowly rakes his eyes over your figure so he can fully take in every inch of you. every attempt of his to make you swoon for him is met with “sorry sweetheart, still not into minors” and a small ruffle of his hair which gives him a dopey smile. you would think he would start to back off eventually but to your dismay every rejection you have handed to him has just made his desire for you grow stronger - he takes your words as “try again when youre 18”
which is exactly what he does. on his 18th birthday his friends decide to throw him a massive party - being the twins chaperone you had to come along and when suna set his eyes on you, you knew there was no chance of you escaping his antics. you catch him glancing at you multiple times throughout the night before he gets pulled away by one of his guests, a disappointed look in his eyes every time he had to look away from you.
after a couple of hours you decide to step outside onto the balcony to catch some fresh air seeing as there was no sign of the party dying down anytime soon. you’re outside for maybe 5 minutes when you hear the door slide open, you already know who its going to be seeing as he has been trying to catch you alone all night, you turn around to finally face the boy and he looks as ecstatic as ever.
“happy birthday suna.” you swear you can see his soul leave his body the second those words leave your mouth, its not the first time youve said it to him tonight - youre not that cruel as to not wish the poor boy a happy birthday on his special day - but everything that comes out of your mouth looks like it sends him to heaven and back.
“thankyou yn, i appreciate you being here, but then again, i know you cant spend more that a week away from me because youre just so obsessed with me.”
“wow, am i that easy to read?” you chuckle along with him, noticing the way his gaze doesnt stray away from your face while you face forward, “so, how does it feel finally being legal?”
“incredible, it means you can finally give me a chance.” he doesnt miss the way you sigh at his words.
“suna we’v-“
“i know that we’ve been over this, but i don’t really think you mean it,” this gains an eye roll from you, “plus, my one wish when i blew out my candles was that you would give me a kiss.”
“really? well i guess your going to have to go without this year.”
“it was my birthday wish, youre not gonna deny me that are you?”
“yknow, if you tell your wish to someone it doesnt come true right?”
“yn…please,” his voice is barely above a whisper, he sounds desperate, “i have been waiting for three years, all i ask for is one kiss, just one.”
“i think youre forgetting that im 22 and you are freshly 18.”
“im still 18 though.”
“hm… you make a good point,” you see the way he perks up slightly at your evaluation, a hopeful look becoming more prominent in his eyes, “one kiss. let it be my official gift for the birthday boy.” you might have well as told him he had just one the lottery, anyone who walked past the sliding door would think you had due to the way his smile was so wide.
“thankyou” is all he can muster up before he is snaking his hand up your body and with a hand tangled up in your hair he leans down until his lips touch yours, you can feel the shit eating grin spread across his face as he gently moves his lips in sync with yours, pulling away slightly to whisper “best birthday ever” before leaning back in <3
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