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anastasiiaosypova · 8 months
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My comfort thought is Thrawn and Ar'alani watching Ahsoka together... with Ar'alani mercilessly teasing her friend and commenting at all the nonsense on the screen.
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daylighteclipsed · 2 years
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Sora’s stupid but well-meaning cartoon brothers/dads/uncles: don’t be sad :) always stay positive
Sora young and impressionable: I will never let you see me sad again or talk about it with you ever, heroes are always cheerful and you don’t wanna hang out with me if I’m not, my sadness is an inconvenience to everyone, got it, I am internalizing this forever
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pharawee · 4 months
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Hi Jane! Thank you for answering my question :D Unfortunately, I now have MORE questions and as the one cursed with the knowledge of this omegaverse, you're the only one I can ask *nervous laughter* sorry
Do they explain the levels of Charlie's absorption powers and how they work in the novel? We know that he absorbs powers through touch and is able to siphon more the closer his is to someone. And you said in the tags that he somehow changed Babe's DNA (that's crazy btw???). Can he change the DNA of everyone he absorbs powers from or just those he is intimate with?
Oh that's okay. I aim to spread this cursed knowledge to everyone who will listen. But also the worldbuilding in the novel is actually really fascinating and I'm having a lot of fun with it (for someone who knew nothing about omegaverse before).
The novel goes into a lot of detail with Charlie's powers and some of it is spoilery for stuff that is yet to happen in the series. But basically Charlie inherited his powers from his mother who was also an alpha (no word on his father). She must have had somewhat different powers though because they only noticed when Charlie stole her powers. Those powers later vanished when she died.
Charlie needs to be close to someone to absorb their power. Babe mistakingly believes that it's through sex but Charlie probably does it through touch alone because by the time he meets Babe he already has a lot of powers (and he's a virgin so things don't add up otherwise lmao). I'm not sure I remember them all but he can change his scent, detect lies, put people to sleep, cause hallucinations, slow his own heartbeat... and then he also absorbs Babe's super senses.
There's no talk about genes or dna at all but something within Babe must change after Charlie absorbs his powers so he becomes worthless for Tony's breeding program. That or Tony is just really stupid. 🤡
It's later said that powers are directly linked to who people are (both as an individual and as their secondary gender) so taking away their powers somehow changes them fundamentally. It usually can't be done and will kill them. Even with Charlie it's more like stealing (e.g. if Charlie dies the powers return to their original owner; and if the original owner dies Charlie no longer possesses their power either).
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autumnsxxangel · 18 days
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My favorite Chris era is his 100% Entertainment hosting era, but especially when his brother goes on his show because his younger brother energy tends to come out and it either ends up super competitive or with TMI stories.
Also, dirty jokes...so many dirty jokes.
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ampresandian · 29 days
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I haven't read HoO so idk I could be wrong/maybe they talk about it in the series but let me just lay out for you what I know: 1) there's a Roman demigod camp called Camp Jupiter 2) It's run like the Roman military 3) there's also a city/complex for adults/families within/attached to it(?)
Anyway the point is that I think it's super interesting that the Roman counterpart to Camp Half Blood (named after the kids it supports/shelters/teaches) is named Camp Jupiter? Like first of all I feel like "camp" in a military setting makes me feel like it's transitory but they've clearly made something pretty permanent so why go with "camp" instead of say "fort" or "base"? And the fact that it's named after the King of the Gods sounds to me like it's indicative of their values; where the Greek camp (lol) values the heroes they're training, the Roman camp appears (again, without reading) to value the gods over the participants of their programming/organization?
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foldingfittedsheets · 3 months
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I wish I could follow you more than once~ I get excited to read a queer story anytime I see your art on my dash!
I was wondering if you've ever made a comic that centers the size of a body before? I feel like you would do a uniquely great job of making something meaningful and touching.
I took a look around but didn't find anything myself. I really like how many body types I saw though. It means a lot how inclusive you are of all kinds of people, for me especially i appreciate your inclusion of disabilities.
As someone who struggles with an invisible disability I was always really drawn to conveying that in a story, the feeling that you should just push through how you're feeling especially. The fact that I got to make it a callback to the original Little Mermaid was a huge bonus.
As to a comic that centers around someone's body- it's something I'm extremely unlikely to tackle. Any story about body size acceptance would have to grow from a world in which that person was shamed and traumatized for their body. The world I've made is not perfect, however I have no interest in porting over phobias. No one in my world is homophobic, and no one is fatphobic. People can cast illusions and use magic, I feel like that would dramatically affect social norms and self worth that people develop as a result.
I haven't made some crazy utopia, people are still shitty in other ways, Sabine had an abusive ex, Charles cursing Fen was objectively a dick move even with good intentions, Rivka and Layla are still antagonistic (and also thieves so like, crime). There's still conflict in this space but I want the conflict to be centered around peoples personalities rather than prejudices or insecurities.
I do hope you find media that portrays you better, and I'm sorry it probably won't spring up in my world, but I will continue to have a variety of body types in my comics!
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I wanna read the first 5 pjo books
[Lightning Thief - Last Olympian]
In Annabeth and Grover's perspective
Even Luke tbh
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telleruniverse · 4 months
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Meet Aurora
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It’s been a while since I posted any art since I started Uni but I couldn’t help but share one of my ocs for @stygianeyedev ‘s Sacrarium series. I’ve been obsessed with both Pario and Gelus, and dragged one of my friends into it. Especially with Heimos, he’s our fav. Anyways, I have more information about her under the cut. I do plant to share more little tidbits and fun facts about her as I draw her and my Pario MC more in the near future, but for now just keeping it simple-ish for now. More under the cut
Age: Late 20s
Pronouns: She/Her
Gender: Female (Intersex/Trans) Sexuality: Bisexual (although could be open to poly if she chooses to.) Profession: Town Baker (former), Witch of Mt. Gelus
Personality: Aurora, is a kind-hearted soul, always willing to lend a helping hand to anyone in need. To everyone she met, Aurora has been a shining beacon in the community and doing her part. She can also be quite outspoken and rambunctious, especially when it’s with getting a reaction out of her friends and loved ones. She can also very much be a little gremlin for the hell of it and especially loves to tease Heimos ( and potential other partners in the future maybe out of love, of course). Hobbies: Cooking, Baking, Basically anything related to the culinary arts. Likes : Stargazing, Learning Magic, Reading, Sketching, Playing with the ravens and in the snow.
Dislikes: Failed Experiments, Being Sick, Bitterness, People assuming her skills for someone other than herself.
Backstory: Aurora's story isn't too much diverted from the story told in Gelus. However, Aurora wasn't just the only baker in the village, she also helped out at the Butcher when she finished her tasks. Yet, because of her love for cooking, along with her motherly deposition, she became an ideal romantic target for many of the male bachelors of town. Aurora waved off their many advancements, especially since she felt they only wanted her as a housewife, mother and maid rather than a lover. This was especially present with Erik, who always made comments about her hobbies and job to be the perfect homemaker, which led to the huge argument before his passing. Of course, then we know what happens after that and... all's well that ends well. Aurora gets to live a happy, long immortal life with Heimos and actually being seen for herself, rather than a homemaker.
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teecupangel · 5 months
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hey what if noa Kim learned that he has a nephew in the form of elijah
We have yet to have confirmation (as far as I know) that Noa Kim is William Miles’ son but I will write this idea like it was an AU where Noa Kim is William Miles’ son and focus on him and Elijah.
I feel like this could work really well with The William Miles Gets A Woman Knocked Up Grieving Desmond’s Death idea that has Elijah becoming the ‘caretaker’ of his father’s second child, Clay Kaczmarek’s child and his grandfather’s second child.
Honestly, he already has enough children to take care of, he has no time to get another one of William Miles’ wayward children.
If Noa hears this though, he’d be offended because he was called a child and they’d get into an argument because…
Noa isn’t quite sure but he’s pretty ‘sure’ that Elijah is younger than him.
Elijah would just scoff and tell him that, sure, physically, maybe, but Elijah is much more older mentally and emotionally.
Sidebar: This entire conversation is happening while the other kids are tying up ‘Shimazu’ Sei and her fellow kidnappers a little too tightly and Elijah is tapping on Sei’s computer because…
And he cannot reiterate this enough…
They’re not here to save Noa Kim.
They’re here because Elijah learned that Sei had taken a full copy of Sample 17’s data.
When one of the kids (probably Squirtle who may or may not be Noa Kim’s younger half-sibling???) let out that they were trying to resurrect Desmond Miles, Noa thinks Elijah’s being an immature brat, wanting his father back.
Before Elijah could deny it, he has no parental feelings for a man he had only heard about and had died without even knowing of his existence, his younger sibling picks a fight with Noa by shouting at him and pretty much throwing Noa’s own family problems in front of his face.
Clay’s child is just on the corner, wondering who was going to throw the first punch and absolutely thanking his dead father for not having the Kenway drama genes (the kids have unrestricted internet but they still decide to prioritize learning about their bloodline because they’re all fucked up one way or another and Elijah is very hands off and believe they can take care of themselves).
While the two start shouting at each other, Elijah finally copies Sample 17 and lets his own virus destroy Sei’s computer and every other computer and devices in the same network. He nods at Kaczmarek who starts the virus in all devices that they found that were not part of the network and Squirtle helps him drench the place in highly flammable liquid.
Noa’s ‘debate’ with a child is cut off when he hears a gunshot and he’s frozen for a second as Elijah kills every Templar.
Starting with Sei.
When he finally tries to stop Elijah, Elijah simply continues to shoot the rest as he asked, “Why are you stopping me? They’re Templars.”
Elijah shoots the last one who begged for his life, saying he has a family and a young d-
“They kidnapped you, forced you to relive Edward Kenway’s memories for their own selfish reasons…”
Elijah finally turns to Noa Kim, “Why give mercy to them? Have you become a turncoat, Noa Kim?”
“There was no need to kill-”
“Are you being kind or are you being stupid?” Elijah cut him off as he narrowed his eyes, “They had no problem kidnapping and forcing an innocent civilian like you to get what they want. Killing them with one bullet on the head is a kindness they didn’t truly deserve.”
“Call me evil, call me selfish. Curse me for all I care.” Elijah raises his arm to aim his pistol at Kim, “We might be connected by blood but, if you’re going to pose a danger to me and my plans, I will not feel even a ghost of guilt killing you here and now.”
“So choose, Noa Kim.” Elijah’s voice held the coldness of Aita as he ordered, “Stay out of my way? Or die the same pitiful death as Edward Kenway.”
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1v1jc · 2 years
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🎵We’ve been in a maze of love🎵
🎵And we are losing control to get away🎵
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sesamestreep · 4 months
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New Taylor Swift prompts! 16, Matt/Foggy
16. I’ve missed you all this time (from this prompt list) I don't know what this is, but it's technically set in the 60s, even though I did not make that explicitly clear anywhere in the text and it serves no purpose beyond just...vibes. I mostly just wanted to write silly new year’s fic, don’t worry about historical accuracy or world-building, everyone be cool! happy 2024, you silly and sultry geese! on ao3 here 🥂✨
Matt can still hear the noise of the party, barely dampened even when he's several rooms removed. He’d be able to hear it from the lobby of the building, truth be told, but here he can still make out conversations without having to focus that hard. He tries to direct his senses somewhere else—somewhere with less overlapping chatter and clinking glasses and shuffling feet over plush carpets—and breathe deep, so that maybe he can regain some equilibrium and hopefully go back to the party in a few minutes and act normal. It’s almost midnight, after all, and who goes to a New Year’s Eve party just to ditch out before midnight?
“Matthew Augustus Murdock,” a voice calls out from the far end of the paneled hallway.
“Not my middle name,” Matt says, smiling, “as you already know.”
“But wouldn’t it be better if it was?” Foggy asks, as he slides down to sit next to Matt. 
“Yes, I imagine I’d have lived a much easier and more successful life, if only my middle name was…what was it again?”
“Albert,” Foggy says, “or something. Who cares?”
“Good point,” Matt says, pressing his shoulder into Foggy’s happily. “How’d you find me?”
“I used the one and only superpower God graced me with: I’m like a homing pigeon for you specifically. I always know where to find you. It’s eerie, frankly, and damned useless, but—“
“Not to me,” Matt interjects, too readily. “I mean, for what it’s worth.”
Foggy nods, his overly long hair that he keeps meaning to get cut rasping over his shirt's stiff collar as he does. “That’s a good point.”
“I make those occasionally.”
“Occasionally,” Foggy repeats in a comically shrill, tiny voice, like he’s doing an impression of a cartoon mouse, for whatever reason. He’s a little drunk, clearly, which Matt could tell from the way he’s talking and the way he’s moving and the way he smells and, well, that’s probably enough evidence. 
“If I’m ever in trouble, I know who to call,” Matt says, which is maybe too honest, but Foggy doesn’t have to know that.
“You wouldn’t even have to call, Matt,” Foggy replies, solemnly grasping his shoulder. “If you’re ever in trouble, I’ll know and I’ll come running.”
“I would pay real money to see you actually run anywhere.”
“You’d have to, my man. I imagine it would take a massive breakthrough in science for you to see anything at all, and those things tend to cost a pretty penny,” Foggy says, grandly. “And also, on a much more serious note, go fuck yourself.”
Matt laughs and collapses against Foggy’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, I just know how much you hate running.”
“Which means you’ve entirely missed the inherent capital-R romanticism of me offering to do it for you! Classic Murdock. Absolute philistine behavior. I should expect it by now.”
“Your gallantry is wasted on me,” Matt agrees, still doing that thing of being too honest.
“I know,” Foggy sighs, theatrically, “and yet, here I am.”
“Why are you here, anyway?”
“Missed you, came looking. Same as ever.”
“Aw,” Matt says, leaning into his side even more. “You’re right, I really don’t deserve you.”
“I never said that. You said that,” Foggy says, poking him. “But anyway, I lied and the real answer to your question is that I got tired of girls coming up to me and asking where my handsome friend had got to.”
Matt knows two things with a decent degree of certainty: Foggy hadn’t been lying when he gave his first answer (Matt would have heard it in his heartbeat and likely noticed any other number of tells that Foggy has when he does lie, besides) and that no one would have had to ask him to go looking for Matt after he disappeared. His joke about homing pigeon-like tendencies is more truthful than either of them would like to acknowledge. When Matt goes missing—as he very frequently does at these types of things—Foggy always comes to find him. Matt’s been doing this since way before he met Foggy—having overly heightened senses does not make crowded social functions more manageable in general—but he can probably admit that he does it more now that he knows someone will come looking for him.
He also knows that girls like Foggy a lot more than Foggy thinks they do. He’s always talking about how girls seek him out to get in with Matt, but Matt doesn’t really believe that. There have been a few girls, here and there, certainly enough that Foggy’s right to be a little paranoid about it, who have turned their sights from Foggy to Matt, which on top of being unkind is just bad business sense. Anyone with a brain in their head would see that Foggy’s the better option of the two of them. And Matt’s got plenty of flaws, but he’d certainly never take up with anyone who hurt his best friend, so it doesn’t work out the way anyone hopes it will, anyway, when they do. Still, he's sure Foggy could have found a nice girl to keep him entertained until Matt got back to the party, if he put his mind to it, and that maybe he'd just been looking for an excuse to duck out himself when someone asked about Matt.
“This is where I got to,” Matt says, with a slightly pathetic shrug.
“Who says I meant you?” Foggy asks, absently. “I have other friends that are handsomer than you!”
“Not only do you not have a single handsomer friend in all the world,” Matt says, belatedly unsure if ‘handsomer’ is even a word, but otherwise too confident to turn back, “you don’t even have another friend at this party.”
“I’m exceedingly charming, Matthew,” Foggy over-enunciates. “Everyone at this party is my new best friend.”
Matt loops his arm through Foggy’s and leans his head back against the wall. “Sounds like I’ve got a lot of competition.”
“You’re not having fun?” Foggy asks, the change of topic so sudden and his tone so unexpectedly serious that Matt has a brief moment of confusion that he means with this joke they’ve got going. It takes a second to realize he means at the party in general.
“It’s fancy.”
“Too fancy, you mean…”
“You know I don’t go in for all this stuff,” Matt says, shrugging. 
“Like I do, you mean?” Foggy asks, lightly, even though Matt can feel him warming with embarrassment. 
“Like I used to,” Matt clarifies, and trusts his meaning to be clear.
“Right,” Foggy says, and the tone in his voice is the one he uses exclusively when he refers to Matt’s ex-girlfriend from junior year who almost caused him to drop out. “Fair enough, I suppose.”
“You can head back. Really, I don’t mind. I just need a few more minutes.”
“No, you’re right. It’s…a bit stuffy, isn’t it?” Foggy muses. “I mean, I didn’t even know people still had apartments like this, outside of, well, the Rockefellers.” 
The apartment belongs to the parents of one of their friends from law school and the only reason they have free rein over the place is because the parents are vacationing in Aspen with friends. Even without being able to see it, Matt can tell it’s a swanky place. The rug he’s currently sitting on is so plush that he can basically sink his entire hand into it. Every table he passed on his way to this hiding place smelled so strongly of Pine-Sol that there has to be a maid on staff, if not a team of them. He’s fairly certain this random hallway he discovered is actually a back passage to the kitchens, so the servants don’t have to be seen coming and going. He's not sure if he asked their host about it that they'd even know it existed. And Matt’s shoes, as well as most of his clothes, are secondhand.
“You were having fun until I made you feel bad,” Matt says, tucking his chin onto Foggy’s shoulder and trying to look contrite.
“No, I mean—I like having you around, Matt. You keep me honest,” Foggy laughs. “Two and a half years of law school, four years at an Ivy before that, I think I’ve just made peace with having to go to parties in uncomfortable clothes and to make conversation with people I don’t really like. I don’t think I’d call it fun, but it’s a social life of some kind, I suppose.”
“We should have gone to Josie’s,” Matt says, holding onto him too tightly, even with the excuse of a few drinks.
Foggy snorts, thinking of the beloved dive bar they sneak off to in Hell’s Kitchen whenever they can, whenever they’re home. It’s only a matter of blocks to get there, but sometimes, at school, it feels farther away than all that.
“I don’t dare imagine the caliber of our prospects for a kiss at midnight there,” Foggy says, with an exaggerated shudder.
“Can’t be any worse than our prospects here,” Matt replies. 
Foggy whistles, low, under his breath. “You’re going to be disappointing a lot of nice girls with that kind of talk, Murdock!”
“Better to disappoint them now than later,” Matt says, fully burying his face in Foggy’s shoulder now. He gets like this when he drinks. Foggy's used to it.
“Oh, that’s right. You don’t do the whole ‘going steady’ thing anymore,” Foggy says, leaning in conspiratorially. “You’re too damaged and that means you’re never going to get married, so you’d rather not lead anyone on.”
“You say that like it’s not true,” Matt whispers back.
“It isn’t true, you moron!” Foggy laughs. “One day, some beautiful girl is going to turn your head so quick, you’ll have neck problems for the rest of your life!”
“Sounds uncomfortable,” Matt says.
“And I’ll be there,” Foggy continues, like Matt didn’t even speak, “laughing.”
“Well, as long as you’ll be there, Foggy.”
“Did I mention you’re a moron?”
“Yes. A few times now, in fact.”
“Then, I’ve done my duty.”
“And what about you?” Matt asks. “When’s somebody going to turn your head?”
“Somebody turns my head every goddamn day, it feels like,” Foggy grumbles. “The problem isn’t my head. It’s everybody else’s.”
“There’s plenty of girls who’d be more than happy to trap you in matrimony.”
“Hmm, well, I’m sure that’s true enough,” Foggy replies, thoughtfully. “I guess it’s more about finding someone you wouldn’t mind being trapped with.”
“And you haven’t found her yet, I take it?”
“No,” Foggy says, sadly. The girl he dated for most of their sophomore year—the one everyone had been certain Foggy was going to end up marrying—had just gotten engaged last month. Foggy still wasn’t entirely over it, Matt was pretty sure.
“And you’re certain she’s not here?” Matt asks, encouragingly.
“Unlikely,” Foggy says. “None of the girls here would be caught dead with me in the daylight. One of them might be unscrupulous enough to let me kiss her at midnight, though.”
“So, go back,” Matt replies. “Find the girl in that room with the lowest standards and lay one on her!”
“I will if you will.”
“I don’t know this for sure, but I do have serious doubts that any girl in the room will let the both of us kiss her at midnight.”
“I meant, you should—you know what I meant!” Foggy exclaims, embarrassed again. 
“I was trying to be funny!”
“‘Trying’ being the operative word there…”
Matt sighs. “What’s the point of kissing someone at midnight when there’s almost no chance of seeing them ever again after tonight?”
“You’ve just described the point yourself! It’s just for fun, to start the year off right! There’s no pressure!” Foggy says, disbelieving. "What’s gotten into you? I thought zero expectations romance was your specialty!”
“Maybe I’m just not a New Year's kind of guy.”
Foggy hums thoughtfully. “Can I tell you my theory?”
“Your theory? About what?”
“About you, and New Year's, and all of that.”
“Oh. Sure. Go ahead.”
“I think you’re afraid,” Foggy says.
“Afraid?” Matt asks. “Of…New Year’s Eve?”
“You don’t want to participate in these silly little rituals, like kissing someone at midnight, because you’re secretly terrified that something good is going to happen to you, and then you won’t know what to do with yourself.”
“Really, Foggy. Be serious!”
“I am serious,” Foggy replies, casually. “You’re scared of being hit over the head with it again.”
“Hit over the head with what?”
“Love,” Foggy says, simply. “You felt it once and it nearly derailed your whole life, so now you avoid any situation where you might accidentally meet someone interesting or have more feelings than you’ve carefully rationed out for yourself for that particular day.”
Matt swallows, feeling utterly exposed. It’s not something he would have been able to say for himself an hour ago, but the words feel true to him coming from someone else. He doesn’t like anybody knowing him well enough to know all of that, though, and if it wouldn’t be so utterly obvious, he’d pull away from Foggy right now just to be safe. Like that would even help, he thinks reluctantly.
“You missed your calling not going into psychiatry, Foggy,” he says, stiffly, once he’s gathered his wits enough to form sentences.
Foggy’s hand, warm and a little damp, closes over Matt’s where it’s still resting on his arm. Matt wants nothing more than to flinch away from it, but he controls the urge in the interest of saving face.
“Don’t be mad at me,” Foggy says, quietly, like there’s a chance they might be overheard somehow and he wants Matt to be the only one who hears this. “I’m just trying to tell you that, in avoiding fun and frivolous things, you are not sparing yourself from being hit over the head. If you’re meant to get hit over the head, it’ll happen whenever and wherever Cupid so chooses. It’ll happen at the deli or the bank or while you’re waiting for the bus. Which means that the only thing you’re ultimately sparing yourself from is fun and frivolity, and that’s a stupid way to live your life. That’s all.”
“I think you just called me a moron again,” Matt says, weakly. He doesn’t know what else to say. The rest of it is...too much to consider.
“I called you stupid, actually, but I see your point.”
In the distance, Matt hears the noise of a crowd of people all simultaneously trying to shush each other, with limited success. He imagines even Foggy can hear it too a moment later when they all begin counting aloud.
“Last chance…” Matt says, tipping his head backwards in the direction of the room where everyone’s gathered.
“It doesn’t matter,” Foggy says, apropos of nothing, as far as Matt can tell. He’s about to ask what he means when Foggy continues, anyway. “I have someone who meets your criteria.”
“My criteria?”
“Yeah. You’ll only accept a kiss from someone you’ll see again after tonight, right?”
“Uh, I don’t think I said ‘only’, I just meant—”
“Too bad,” Foggy says, as the countdown reaches its conclusion. “Happy New Year.”
Matt’s halfway through formulating a question or an objection of some kind, which is the only reason he turns in Foggy’s direction at that moment. It’s clear from the noise of surprise Foggy makes that he absolutely had no intention of kissing Matt right on the mouth and was probably, in fact, aiming for his cheek, trying to be funny and charming after Matt was such a spoilsport about the whole kissing at midnight thing. If Matt hadn’t moved, there’s no doubt in his mind that that’s what Foggy would have done and then it would have been over and they’d already be laughing about it and moving on. But Matt did move and, even awkwardly off center, Foggy is kissing him on the mouth right now and they’re both just frozen like that, shocked and useless.
Matt doesn’t give himself much credit for genius. He’s reasonably smart, and can be even smarter if he applies himself to a subject and really studies up on it, but there’s plenty of people in any given room smarter than he is, most of the time. He has his moments, though, and this is one of them. He sees very clearly the two paths available to them. Down one, this moment stretches awkwardly and they allow it to become a source of discomfort and then outright pain that they'll avoid talking about for years, or maybe possibly forever. Regardless, it has the power to ruin their friendship and Matt simply can't abide that. Down the other, they don’t flinch from it and they don’t make it any stranger than it has to be and it becomes one weird but not fully objectionable moment in their long and storied relationship. They’re not going to trot it out as an anecdote at parties, sure, but they’re not going to become crazy about denying it happened either. If Matt can steer them in the direction of the latter, he thinks maybe it will all be okay, but it’s going to require him not to make matters worse. For whatever reason, the only way he can think to not do that is by kissing Foggy back.
It’s immediately apparent that, momentary genius or no, while it does not technically make things worse, it also does not make them better. Then again, Foggy makes a sort of interested noise as he feels Matt return the kiss, which Matt is infinitely better off for knowing about and having heard and being able to think about some other time when he’s alone preferably. 
They don’t take it any farther than just that. They’re not necking in some random person’s hallway or doing anything truly objectionable. They just stay there, mouths pressed together so that Matt can smell (and sort of taste) the champagne Foggy’s had and the last cigarette he smoked and a hint of that sugary gum he always chews, even though he hasn’t had a piece since before they came to the party. It mostly feels, more than anything else, like they’re breathing together and it’s not sexy the way wild, passionate groping in the dark can be, but it’s intimate in its own unique way. Matt, against his own better judgment, puts a hand on Foggy’s cheek, and he doesn't really know why beyond just really wanting to and that seems to be reason enough.
Foggy doesn’t try to slip his tongue into Matt’s mouth—despite the alarming reality that the moment Matt realizes that’s not what he’s doing, he also realizes he’d let him—or try to escalate matters one bit. His hand is still grasping Matt’s collar from when he first pulled him in, but his other one doesn’t roam. His lips, still pressed to Matt’s, only move to exert a little more pressure and to alter the angle at which they meet slightly. He takes precisely zero liberties and makes no effort to get fresh with him at all. It’s very gentlemanly, and Matt doesn’t know what to do with himself because it doesn’t feel awkward or fumbling at all. It feels like restraint, and once he knows that, everything is different.
The tune of ‘Auld Lang Syne’ reaches him from the other room, but it’s drowned out almost entirely by the sound of Foggy’s heartbeat in Matt’s ears. Foggy must hear it too, though, because he breaks their kiss with the worst sort of gentleness, pulling back only enough for them both to have space to breathe but not far enough that Matt can’t feel that breath on his face.
Matt traces his thumb over the curve of Foggy’s cheek before dropping his hand back down into his own lap and licks his lips as he slowly turns away. 
“Happy New Year,” he says, aiming for calm and unaffected and likely missing it by a lot.
“You too,” Foggy says, even though he already said it first. His heart is still beating too fast and too close and too loud for Matt to read his tone, which is too bad, because he’d really like to know how Foggy feels right now and if he feels anything like Matt does.
Because Matt feels like he’s been hit over the head.
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grapejuicegay · 1 year
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Some of my absolute favourite moments from the dance:
1. Pat being a cutie
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2. Sound doing his best
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3. Sound having fun with his bandmates
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4. WinSound!!
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5. Tinn bonding with his bestie’s (future?) boyfriend
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6. Tiw bonding with his bestie’s future boyfriend
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7. This little TinnGun moment ft. Gun’s heart eyes at Tinn
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8. Tiwson in general
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panncakes · 1 month
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another thing that i noticed this episode is that ton just revealed to sun that ongsa is from phuket (not sure if she knew that already) but the show didn't make it a big deal but im guessing that when sun is about to find the truth about earth that little hint will come back. plus it seems next episode sun is going to ongsa's house so she might see her room and match it to the IG story. like there are just too many coincidences. i have a feeling that next ep will be the big reveal
oooh good catch; it is definitely interesting that ongsa hasn't outright lied to sun as earth but simply has let sun draw her own conclusions by giving vague information. it's very heavily lying by omission but i wonder if all those things will lead to sun figuring stuff out on her own before ongsa telling her herself.
i personally don't think we'll get the reveal next episode simply bc i think they're making it the Full Series Arc; but i do think some clues will be planted with sun going to ongsa's home. i think that perhaps we're in for a few episodes where sun gets closer to ongsa and slowly starts developing feelings for her (and we'll get less of the earth plot as a result) until she realises she is in love with two people. and that's when we get the reveal.
i do think there's a good chance of sun figuring things out right as ongsa is about to tell her; but my fear is that ongsa will be outed as earth by outside forces.
i guess we'll have to wait and see because honestly maybe you are right and the rest of the season focuses on very different things lmao :'))
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gatoraid · 7 months
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One Room Angel live action drama coming up in October!!!
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The drama based on Harada’s 2019 manga One Room Angel was announced today on a dedicated Twitter account @one_an_drama and Harada also made a post about it.
The series will start airing October 19 on MBS and various other platforms in Japan, not sure if/where it will be streamed for audiences outside of Japan.
Ps: The original manga for One Room Angel is available in English on Manga Planet. Please support Harada by reading and buying their officially licensed works!
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grassbreads · 8 months
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The problem with Choujin X is that it's like 45% very standard shonen/seinen hero action manga stuff, 5% Sui Ishida making unnecessary boob jokes and/or being horny, 30% unhinged camp, and 20% the coolest shit I've ever seen in my whole entire life
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blinkpen · 1 year
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What would be the changes if MantleDwellers was a kids show, a la 4Kidz
le time, she ees a flat cir-kill,
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Charlie K: [incredibly dubbed-over voice] Oh, my gosh, Zoe. You are never going to beat the. . Crumbs on bed allegations now.
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