#to say there is a big diff is an understatement

[moncuries]

actually can i have 5 more of these little blond bitches? 2 year redraw

#to say there is a big diff is an understatement #the old one is sooo dear to me (and beloved by a surprising amount of ppl) #anyways thank u art school thank u effort thank u pretty boy references of pinterest i have come so far #u can rlly see i used to draw wilbur soot w this smile #anyways #jason grace #pjo #percy jackson #my art #fanart #hoo

[kairiscorner]

peter b. parker x short grumpy reader please and thank you 🤍

anon ily platonically YES I WILL MAKE THIS, THANK YOU <333

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also for this, i like to think this'd maybe be an alternate earth where everything is the same but peter b is not with mj (or you can think it's a diff mj, spider mj? whatever, it's just you) and he's not married.

so imagine,

summary: peter b was the only person at the spider society who didn't see you as just this grumpy mess of a person, he knew you were going through a lot of things, who wasn't? he was willing to hear you out for whatever it is you were facing, but maybe without you effortlessly carrying a big table as he hears you out and tries to help you.

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saying peter b loved you a whole lot was an understatement, he was practically at your beck and call whenever you needed him. there were times were it was as though he could read your mind, he'd prepare things for you if you needed them, especially without you having to ask. he did whatever you told him to without question, because he knew he'd make you happy if he did it. if it pleased you or made you happy, he'd do it, no questions asked.

but the thing about you was that you kind of, sort of had an attitude problem. you'd snap at anyone who'd get in your way, literally and figuratively. this is why everyone at the spider society flocked to peter b when you'd be around, hoping he'd act like a human (or spider) shield for them, just like that afternoon.

peter was enjoying his round of afternoon coffee by the cafeteria when a bunch of spider people rushed in and hid behind him. peter sighed and smiled as he looked at the spider people behind him. "ya did it again? when i specifically told you guys not to? ah, well, don't say i didn't warn ya." he said with a chuckle as he leaned against his chair, being held up by the frightened bodies of the spider people behind his chair.

he could hear the clangs against the walls outside and the storm of angry footprints as they drew nearer and nearer, signaling these poor spider people's imminent doom. peter laughed aloud. "aren't they just the cutest when they stomp their feet? i tell you, they're so squishable." peter beamed as he gazed at the cafeteria door, counting down the seconds in his head as he waited for you to storm in a 3... 2... 1...

a loud bang reverberated throughout the whole spider society's cafeteria, with a bunch of bystander spider people looking your way as you fumed. your eyebrows knitted together as you huffed and puffed angrily, your nostrils flared up as you gnashed your teeth together, looking for the spider people who provoked you earlier.

"where. are. they." you seethed, to which all the spider people pointed to the small crowd behind peter b, the lot of which were saying their prayers and hoping they'd get out of this one alive.

peter smiled at you and waved with a small blush across his face. "hey love!" he exclaimed, raising his mug at you. "coffee?" he offered, to which you ignored and rushed straight for the spider people behind peter. "you assholes." you muttered through gritted teeth as you practically became a wild beast that ravaged through the forests of unrelenting anger. "you wanna say that shit to me again? huh? what was that about me being a harmless, pretty little pipsqueak brat?" you seethed as you took a table and pulled it up from its bolts that fixed it in place.

you carried the table with ease and threatened to slam it over their heads. "go on, tell me how vulnerable i am again, i dare you, i dare you!" you shouted, and as you did, your voice rang throughout the whole room, causing everyone to shudder as you let your aggression get the best of you.

the spider people apologized to you, saying how they didn't mean it, but when you caught them making fun of your height, complain how easy it was to rile you up--you knew they meant it. every single word of it.

peter got up from the chair and stretched a little. "love..." he said as he extended his hands towards you. "we can talk about this before you cut their heads off." he said, half jokingly because he knew you were capable of it.

you grunted at that because you really, really wanted these guys to have a piece of your mind. you were breathing heavily, you wanted to scream, to get angry, anything! but you couldn't do it in front of peter, never him. it could be anyone else in the world, but you hated showing him this side of yourself, no matter how used to it he was.

"you don't have to get violent anymore, okay? i've got you. i've got you..." he said as he slowly approached you and placed his hands on your shoulders, smiling at you, gradually wrapping you in his embrace. his embrace was always sweet, you never felt like he forced it upon you or was forcing it upon him, you felt genuine, warm love from him every time he touched you. it was, to you, the most cathatic feeling in the world.

you set the table back down, it fell to its side since you kind of threw it rather than placed it down. you felt hot tears stinging the corners of your eyes, you tried blinking them away, but they just kept coming.

you sighed as you eased into his touch. "dammit," you said as you leaned into the crook of his neck. "i'm sorry, it's just... i felt like shit today. my mission went horrible, my teammates talked bad about me--i can barely look at myself right in the mirror without thinking about all the bad things i've been hearing about me." you whispered in a regretful voice into peter's ear as the onlookers of spider people glanced at the two of you and slowly left the cafeteria one by one, the band of spider people gathered behind peter running away quickly so as not to be in the cross hairs of your anger.

"pete, i'm... sorry you had to deal with me. they were just teasing, i shouldn't have given in to their..." you choked out as tears welled up in your eyes. "i just... i've had enough of people thinking they can say whatever they want about me because i'm... because i don't look like much." you said with a slightly irritated tone, more so towards yourself.

"hey, now... you're okay." peter said as he kissed your forehead and rubbed your back. "i know you're trying to be better, i can see that. i know... i know that comments like that can still hurt you. but you don't need to do that anymore, not while i'm here." peter said as he pulled away to look at you, with such softness and care in his eyes.

you may be grumpy, aggressive, and insecure about yourself and your height, but your hot-headedness cools down significantly when peter's with you.

"you're good enough already. and i'm happy you're working on your issues... i'm right here for you if you need me, i'll teach them a thing or two for you. i promise. and no, you are not vulnerable, weak, or a brat. you're better than that, you're strong, independent, and... so much more." he said as he kissed your forehead again.

"i love you, i always will. you're doing great already." he whispered as he held you close. "thank you..." you choked out as you clung on to peter, as he rubbed your back and kissed the top of your head, letting you let out all your frustrations about the day and about everyone else onto him.

you may have been an angry little gremlin, but you were his angry little gremlin, and he'd prove to you time and time again that no matter how bad your grumpiness and anger would get, no matter how insecure you were of your height, he saw you as just right for him and would defend you to the very end.

a/n: TBH I KEPT DELETING AND REDOING THIS, I'M SORRY IF IT SUCKS THIS WAS ONE IDEA OUT OF..... 6 OR SO AAAAA I HOPE IT WAS GOOD THOUGH, SORRY READER SEEMED MORE ANGRY THAN GRUMPY

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#peter b parker #peter b parker x reader #peter b parker x you #peter b parker x y/n #atsv peter b parker #atsv #atsv spiderman #atsv imagines #atsv x reader #atsv x y/n #atsv x you #atsv fanfiction

[endless-summer-soldier]

ice ice baby - chapter seven

pairing: CollegeHockeyPlayer!Bucky x CollegeFigureSkater!Reader

summary: Bucky is a college hockey player, Y/N is a figure skater without a partner. What's happens when these two opposites start sharing the ice...

warnings: enemies to lovers trope, some alcohol use

word count: 1.8k

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It was an understatement to say their routine had rocked the figure skating world. Fans and skaters from all over the globe were talking about the finesse of their routine. But more than that, they talked about the unjust scores. No one could figure out how Y/N and James had scored so low with an impeccable routine. The easy assumption became that their song choice and outfits were too “rebellious” for the figure skating world. Fans of the sport applauded their originality and were outraged with the judges.

Almost immediately following the competition, Twitter was trending with tweets about how the duo was robbed from a guaranteed victory and it was unbelievable that they hadn’t qualified for the Olympics. The Twitter backlash grabbed the attention of Tara Lipinski and Johnny Weir, who were also appalled at the ratings. The two of them called for a re-scoring from the judges, which had never happened before.

It wasn’t long before this captured the attention of the national media. The routine had been featured on ESPN and John Oliver even did a piece on the injustice for his show, Last Week Tonight. The duo became local celebrities overnight and neither knew how to handle it.

With all the uproar on their routine, the two hadn’t dealt with the kiss. Neither of them really knew where to go from there. They weren’t seeing each other as much because there was no need to train. The media was always hounding them for an interview or comment on the situation. So they kept their heads down and focused on going to class. 

While Y/N had accepted the results of the competition, Bucky hadn’t. He arguably made things worse by tweeting his own feelings and retweeting those whose ideas mirrored his own. The whole hockey team seemed to back him up and there was talk of a team strike. But Y/N couldn’t let that happen. She talked Bucky off the ledge and let him continue on with his training.

“You’ve just worked so hard for this. It’s not fair to just let them win,” he’d argue once she called him out for another retweet.

“Bucky, this is just how it works. We knew the routine was a risk, it is what it is. We just have to move on.”

“I’m not giving up that easily. We are not the only ones who are outraged. There has to be something we can do.”

She let out a big sigh, “They have never re-scored a routine in the history of the sport. We just have to move on. You need to focus on hockey now.”

He wasn’t satisfied with her response and he sure as hell wasn’t giving up that easily. He just needed some time to think about what he was going to do.

Y/N stopped for a cup of coffee before heading to the library and she was surprised to find that the campus was buzzing. Members of the hockey team were posting flyers to the walls and handing flyers out to anyone who walked by. 

“Y/N! Hey!” Sam grabbed her attention as she stood there in confusion. 

“What is all this? A fundraiser of some sort?” she asked, pulling out her wallet to donate.

Sam squinted at her in disbelief and then smiled, “You didn’t know about all this?”

“Know about what?” Sam simply handed her a flyer.

WE DEMAND A NEW SCORE!

SIGN THE PETITION FOR USFS TO REVIEW THE SCORES FOR NATIONALS!

OUR SKATERS DESERVE AN OLYMPIC SPOT!

Underneath the words there was a professional picture of Y/N and Bucky that was taken before the competition. There was also a QR code that would lead the scanner to the petition on Change.org.

“You have got to be kidding me,” she murmured.

“He’s tough to stop once he puts his mind to something,” Sam replied. 

“So he gets a couple thousand signatures on this thing, it’s not going to make a difference.”

“Oh we’re well past a couple thousand,” Sam pulled up the petition on his phone and showed it to Y/N. Over 400,000 signatures, and the number kept increasing.

“What the hell…How?”

“That’s the beauty of social media. He went viral on TikTok.”

“Oh my God,” she said, exacerbated.

“And he’s been doing interviews with every media outlet that will have him. Podcasts, radio, news, morning shows, you name it.” 

“He should be training. You all should be training! I don’t know why he’s so stuck on this.”

“Really? You don’t know,” he said sarcastically.

She shrugged at him, unsure of what he was implying. 

“Watch the TikTok, then you’ll get it,” she nodded her head and started to walk off, “And sign the position!” he added.

As soon as she got to the library, she put in her headphones and opened up TikTok. Without even searching for the video, Bucky’s face immediately popped up on her For You page.

“My name is Bucky Barnes and I’m a college hockey player who recently became a figure skater. I was trained by my partner in just a few weeks to compete at the national level and I’m asking for your help to right a wrong.”

The screen changed to show the routine for nationals and Bucky continued speaking.

“During this competition, my partner choreographed and executed an incredible routine, only to be met with mediocre scores from the judges. I believe this score to be an absolute abomination and I am coming for USFS. The routine pushed boundaries with the song choice and choreography and was executed perfectly. USFS does not want to acknowledge creativity and those willing to challenge the standards. We are asking USFS to review the routine and give a new score that the routine deserves. My partner Y/N worked tirelessly on the routine and she doesn’t deserve to have her Olympic spot taken from her when she has worked so hard her entire life. Please do this for her, she is the most talented figure skater I have seen and she is the only person who could’ve turned me from a rough hockey player to a figure skater.” 

The video changed to a candid photo of Y/N and Bucky from before the competition. She wasn’t even sure where this photo had come from but the two were looking at each other with smirks on their faces, as if they were privy to an inside joke that no one else knew.

“Please, follow the link in my bio and sign the petition. Share this video with all your friends and family. This beautiful human has done everything to earn a spot on this team. We can’t let her career end on this note. She deserves a chance to stand on that podium in Beijing and earn a gold medal for her country. Let’s make her dream come true.”

Y/N was surprised to find tears had formed in the corner of her eyes. It was for her, that’s why he was doing this. The fact that he went through all this effort just to give her another chance to skate took her breath away. No one had ever done anything like that for her before. 

“We have an update on the story we featured a few weeks ago about the figure skating pair from the University of Minnesota. Bucky Barnes, the male skater, went viral on TikTok with a link to a petition for USFS to review the scoring. This video has received 2.1 million likes and continues to be shared by famous figures in the skating community, including Michelle Kwan, Sasha Cohen, and Nathan Chen. On top of that, NHL players and teams have also been sharing the video and urging fans to support the petition. The petition has just reached over one million signatures and as of yesterday USFS has announced they will be reviewing the scoring. This is a huge step forward for the skating community who has fully supported the skating pair’s bid for an Olympic spot. The routine they competed with is considered to be one of the most technically difficult and well executed in skating history. While you may think victory has been won, we still don’t know if USFS will make any changes. They have never revised a score in a national competition so I urge you to sign this petition if you have not yet. This pair deserves a fair evaluation for their routine and should not be penalized simply for skating to AC/DC.”

Y/N was stunned to find that she was featured on John Oliver yet again. She could not understand how this story had gained so much traction. Bucky had nearly quadrupled his Twitter and Instagram followers and he had no plans to stop his campaign until USFS responded with a final verdict.

She hadn’t spoken to Bucky much the past week other than the occasional text message. It wasn’t for lack of desire, it was more because she was nervous how to act around him. Now that she had fully realized her massive crush on him, she was worried it would make their relationship weird and she would clam up and not know what to say. She was almost hoping that her feelings would go away if she spent more time away from him.

Bucky was the complete opposite. He was head over heels for Y/N and all he wanted was to prove it to her with his actions. That was partially why he was on such a tear about the scoring. He wasn’t willing to just let things be when he knew she deserved better. He was hoping if he was able to get the score revised that she might see how important she was to him. But he was working on a back up plan to woo her in case this didn’t work out.

He was surprised to hear his phone ring this late on a Sunday night and was even more surprised to find it was Y/N.

“Well hey stranger,” he answered. “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

“Oh I just happened to be watching some late night TV and imagine my surprise to see the two of us featured.”

“Face it babe, we’re famous now.”

She chuckled, “Regardless of the outcome of this whole ordeal, I really want to thank you. Without you, none of this would be happening.”

“It’s really nothing.”

“It’s not nothing! You’ve got the whole hockey team involved, you're doing interviews all the time, you're making TikToks. This is like a full on election campaign. Don’t minimize your efforts by saying it's nothing.”

“And I would do all of it again if it means sending you to the Olympics.”

Her breath caught in her throat, “You’re really doing all of this for me?”

“Of course. I’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy.”

“You know what would make me happy?”

“What’s that?”

“Seeing you.”

“Then let me take you out tomorrow night.”

She nodded her head, even though he couldn’t see her. “I’d like that.”

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes college au #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes enemies to lovers

[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

Anything Scarlett x reader 🥰

One night, or maybe more

Warnings: First meet, fluff, night adventure

Word count: 1.1 K

Pairing: Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Scarlett meets a girl who makes her feel like one more person, so, she invites her to spend a fun night with her all over town.

Requests: OPEN

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*Story based, partially, on real events*

"Ok, anyway, can you explain why I'm helping you choose clothes for a celebrity-filled event?"

My roommate and friend, Clara asked as she helped me get every last piece of clothing out of my closet.

"I already told you, my classmate from Italian literature class, Veronica, was invited to the party thanks to her Youtube channel, and since her best friend canceled, she thought of inviting me" I said as I began to connect the iron for the hair

"Wow, who do you think you know?"

"I don't know, I might know Henry Cavill himself" I joked, knowing that he would not be present at the party.

“Girl, never say never” She slapped my arm playfully “What do you think of these pants and this shirt with the back uncovered? It looks party-worthy, it's sexy and elegant. It's an 'I'm a bitch, but I'm an expensive bitch '”

We both laughed, but, she was somewhat right, it was worthy of a party the magnitude of tonight's.

"Clara, you are magnificent"

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To say that it was a party full of celebrities was an understatement for the amount of famous people that were in that place. Figures like Jennifer Aniston, Chris Evans and even Madonna were present at the party, enjoying a cocktail.

"Wow, when you said famous, I didn't think it would be so many famous" I joked with Veronica

“I know, I didn't expect this quality either” she returned the joke, suddenly someone approached her and began to speak in her ear until she walked away “hey, I have to go interview the person who invited us; I hope I won't be long"

"Do not worry it's alright"

"Don't get lost" she said goodbye with a wink and a squeeze to my right arm

"No" I returned the smile seeing how he began to walk away "I'll stay here"

My gaze began to travel all around me, feeling a little self-conscious about the people, the noise and the great amount of talent that surrounded me, making me feel small, like a little ant.

Trying to get that feeling out of my body, I decided to walk to the small bar and ask the bartender for a drink.

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After sitting for a long time, taking drink after drink, I felt like a body collided with my back.

"Forgiveness"

I turned my head just to see that famous blonde hair, green eyes and that big smile.

Holy crap, Scarlett Johansson had bumped into me!

She ordered a drink, but surely she felt my gaze on her body, so she returned the gaze, causing me to look away and bow my head.

"I've never met you before, are you new to the guild?"

I turned my head, just to confirm that her question was directed at me.

"No, they invited me" I saw how her look changed, so I hastened to answer again "but don't worry, I'm not here in fan mode. Just… you know, I coming to party”

"Well, thank goodness" she laughed, placing a hand on my bare shoulder. "Well…"

"Y/N, my name is Y/N."

"Well, Y/N, what's a girl like you doing here?"

“I just came to accompany a classmate from the university…”

"University? What are you studying?"

"Literature"

“That sounds interesting… where do you study?”

"Sorry, I don't mean to sound rude, but why would an Oscar-nominated actress like you take an interest in the life of a college girl?"

She took the glass that had been brought to her and toasted my drink, forgotten on the bar.

"I'm just… interested in the life of a pretty girl"

The conversation was only going up, it didn't even seem like she was talking to one of the biggest stars on the planet. We were just two women having a light flirt as we got to know each other more and more. Until, little by little, the room became more and more crowded, making the conversation more difficult to carry.

"Damn, people are starting to tire me out" Scarlett began to complain, as she took the last sip of her drink "Do you want to get out of here?" she ask

"Where?"

"I know a place where we can have fun" she took my right hand, forcing me to get up from my seat and guiding me to the exit of the place.

Taking me on a late night adventure.

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Scarlett took me on an express tour of New York City, she knew I hadn't had the chance to meet her in the few days of my stay, so she showed me everything there was to see. I took some photos in Times Square, we went through the art museum, we bothered a guard at the Empire State and I even took some of the statue of liberty. When I least wanted to realize it, Scarlett had brought me to the door of what looked like a school.

"What are we doing here?" I asked, watching as she brushed aside the vines to reveal a hole through which we could pass.

"Come, trust me"

And even so, without knowing her at all, beyond a public figure, still, I trusted her.

I got into the school and let her guide me to the pool and watching how she began to undress.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I started laughing at the strange situation I was getting myself into.

"Do you want to swim?" When she was in her underwear, she quickly got into the pool, laughing and swimming until she was close to me again. "Did you know that I studied here?"

“Really?” I asked as I began to remove my pants "Turn around, I don't have a bra"

"If you want you can wear my shirt"

I took off my own blouse to put on Scarlett's and get into the pool. We both started playing and swimming.

When I least wanted to realize it, Scarlett's lips were on mine, in a heated kissing session, but with her hands holding my cheeks, trying not to bother me. She was just trying to be gentle with me, with soft but constant kisses; until the noise of my phone interrupted us. I quickly got out of the pool and answered the phone.

"Hello?"

"Where are you?" asked Veronica

"Damn, I left the place, but I'm coming back now"

"I'll wait for you. You have 20 minutes to arrive”

"It's fine"

and hung up

"I have to go" I said as I began to dry myself and put on my own clothes.

Without realizing it, Scarlett got out of the pool and hugged my hips from behind.

"When I could see you?"

"You have my phone" I laughed "Just dial me and you could send a private plane for me" I joked with her, causing her tender laughter

"Maybe I will." she kissed my cheek.

"See you then" I kissed her lips.

"See you"

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[hyunverse]

yes i do! i grew up in boston and ended up getting a rly good scholarship at a school here in nyc so i live here now :)) it’s not too bad. tbh it’s pretty much the same as boston just a little bigger. andddd what’s ironic is even tho i’m from two of the like most known cities in america, i am terrified of rodents 😭. i see them quite often in nyc but not as much in boston. no matter how many times i see them i’m still terrified of them and i am fortunate enough to not be rodent infested 🙏🏼🙏🏼. also yep teef in the muscles is the best way to do it. i want to eat minhos thighs. like chomp is an understatement for what i want to do to those thighs and i have no shame in explaining. the gods ddu du ddu performance …. that’s all i need to say

omfg what is even the point of dating someone like that ?? it’s exhausting. i agree with just wanting to do your own thing. when i was younger i always wanted to date but now i just want to be aloneeeee. i do miss aspects of being a relationship but tbh i’m fine w waiting to experience that w someone like every day yk ?

hey man technique is technique 😏. also yes hyunjin and felix hand comparison makes me crazy. ngl i’m big on size diff and hyunjin just does it for me. so tall and lankyyyyyy he’s just my type. like no joke he is my exact type all around but especially physically. nothing better than a feminine man with so much androgynous energy and duality. like it makes me insane. when i get home i want to measure my hands so i can compare mine w everyone’s. im sure it will be drastic so i will keep you posted ! how tall are you?? im 5’1 .. 😟 it’s bad ik

watch me cry at how sweet you are rn 🥲. u make me blush 🙄. i did take some earlier this morning and i’m trying to drink as much as i can (maybe i’ll purposely forget to do all of this just so you can come here but you didn’t hear that from me 😇😇😇). CONGRATULATIONS THAT IS SO AWESOMEEEEE!!!! you should be so proud of yourself and know i am very very proud of you as well <33 that is literally so amazing, hard work pays off my love 🫶🏻 that’s so awesome. if we happened to not live all the way across the world from each other i’d treat you to a delish meal but i guess our lives failed us on that one >:|. what’s ur fave food btw ? sending hugs back to ur sweet self 💗💗💗💗💗💗💕💕💕💕💕 and a happy heart attack bc u deserve it hehe

- 🐈‍⬛ much love from ur g <333

that sounds nice!! honestly, from experience, moving from one state to another is quite tough. i’ve been living in the city my entire life, but had to make an entire 180° for university life ‘cause my campus is in a village! like an entire village — on the way to my campus, there’s a sign that says, “welcome to ***** village!” good god u can imagine my terror 💀 the facilities are not bad but definite different compared to the city </3 okay i sound like a brat, don’t i? anyway! bae, i’m dead terrified of them nasty rodents too. i feel like puking at the sight of them </3 so i 💯 understand you honestly.

CHOMPING ON HIS THIGHS YEP YEP. minho needs to drop the workout routine cs god his thighs are. . . sighs dreamily. love em. wanna bite em. talking abt that performance. . . lee yongbok. i will never forget that signature ab showing move tbh. gonna show them to my kids being all like this is ur uncle felix! (get it? cs imma marry hyunjin frfr! yes pls entertain my delulu pls pls)

RIGHT i feel like my past experiences and friends’ relationships are the cause of me not wanting one </3 scared me off legit. i think imma stick to writing 🙏 why experience it rn when i can be delulu with u?

UR TYPE AND MY TYPE MUST BE THE SAME THEN CS I LOVE TALL AND LANKY MEN MMM EAT THAT GENRE UP ALL THE TIME! when they’re 90% legs and have big hands? call me up. call me up‼️that is my type right there.

yes keep me posted with the hand comparison, baby. tell me ur hand size too so i can compare with me 🙏 i’m 5’2 so we’re both not that far off HELP. short gang ig 😔

PLEASE DONT FORGET 💔 MY ANGEL I AM TOO BROKE TO FLY TO AMERICA 💔 ONE DOLLAR IS ABOUT FOUR MYR 💔 PLS TAKE CARE OF URSELF 💔 AND THANK YOU BABY!! means a lot from u hehe. i have sm fave food dang. . . it’s hard to choose. i like steak, and ramen and this malay dish u call tomyum! very yummers. also loveee hotpots. i could eat hotpot everyday of my life. and donuts!! what about yours, darling?

you make me blush too ^__^ kisses to u frm me!!

#rin’s lovemail! #🐈‍⬛ anon 💌

[madamslayyy]

Log Cabin And A Brewing Fire Part V (Trevante Rhodes x Reader)

Pairing: Nebraska Williams (Trevante Rhodes) x Reader

A/N: Heading in a little bit of a diff direction with this story. Let me know what y’all think.

~*~

You woke up alone to the smell of breakfast coming from downstairs. You knew Nebraska was already downstairs cooking like he did most mornings. You really were going to have to come up with a way to thank him for going through the trouble every morning.

You hopped in the shower and let the warm water fully wake you up. Today was Halloween and it was going to be a busy one. The museum you worked at was going to be open until midnight for its annual Haunted Museum Walk event it held every year. You were gonna be a mummy in the Egyptian Exhibit.

You didn’t bother putting on your business clothes just yet as you got out the shower and decided to just put on a big clean T-Shirt instead. Nebraska had seen you in pajamas plenty of times so a big T-Shirt wasn’t really anything scandalous for breakfast.

As you entered the kitchen you noticed he was making French Toast, the smell of cinnamon flooding the room.

“Good Morning,” you chirped, wading over to the cupboard to grab a glass.

“Morning,” he smirked, still concentrating on not burning the French Toast.

“How’d you sleep last night?” You said, hopping on the counter next to him while you sipped your orange juice.

“Uh...,” he glanced at you then back down at what he was doing, “pretty good. Just as good as any other night.” He smiled a little confused.

“Fantastic. Just checking in on you.” You smiled.

“Well since you’re here, can you hand me two plates,” he smiled back, nodding to the cupboard next to your head. You reached overhead to get it, careful not to drop the plates and send them shattering to the floor. When you turned back around you noticed Nebraska staring down at where your shirt had risen up to reveal your tummy’s pooch.

“Thanks,” he said taking the plates and averting his eyes but it was too late. You’d seen him and felt insecure now. Weight had always been sort of a tricky subject for you and one you always wanted to avoid at all costs.

“So, tonight’s Halloween. Know what you’re dressing up as?” You said hoping to change the subject as you hopped down off the counter.

“Uh, I don’t really do all that,”Nebraska chuckled awkwardly, setting the two plates loaded with French Toasts down on the table. It looked delicious but suddenly you weren’t feeling very hungry.

“Ohh... well if you don’t have plans for tonight, you should definitely stop by the Museum. They do this Haunted thing for Halloween and it’s pretty cool for first time viewers in my biased opinion of course,” you chuckled, nibbling at the French Toast.

“Actually... I’ve gotta help Tonya tonight,” he said hesitantly. You blinked as there was a lengthy silence that said everything you were clearly thing.

“Oh....,”

“It’s just.... she’s got the two young boys and they wanna go trick or treating but she doesn’t necessarily feel safe going alone so y’know....” he trailed off and suddenly you felt really stupid. Like you’d been missing this obvious thing the whole time and only now saw the picture as a whole.

“Oh, you don’t have to explain yourself to me, you’re grown,” you laughed hoping to lighten up the tension in the room. It did, even if only a little bit.

“Whew, these were so good but I can’t eat another bite,” you said standing up to go throw away the rest of your breakfast and get ready for work.

“Um.... Y/N, I’ve noticed something and I know it’s not my place but... you don’t really eat a lot...” Nebraska trailed off. You paused again. What on earth was he asking? Was this because he saw your stomach earlier? Because this was a question you’d heard your whole life: “how are you still big if you don’t eat?” Or “if you want to get smaller, just stop eating.” Not only had you struggled with food, but you struggled with an eating disorder as well and this was a conversation you simply weren’t trying to have.

“Okay,” you said quietly, moving to throw away the food as quickly as possible. The last thing you needed was a lecture from him this morning.

“I just was wondering... if it’s healthy... to eat so little, I ju-“

“I’m fine. Thanks.”you snapped, cutting him off. You then immediately headed for your room, locking yourself in as you sank to the floor. So he thought you were unhealthy now? You couldn’t say you were surprised, everyone thought girls with curves were “unhealthy” or “killing themselves”. Hell, he was an army man, they thrived off fitness so of course he’d have an opinion on your “lazy civilian physique.”

You felt the tears well up but you forced them down. You were a grown ass woman. The time of breaking down every time someone called you fat was over. You got up, brushed it off and continued to get ready for work, refusing to let this situation get to you for even another second.

~*~

“Everything alright, Braska?” Tonya asked, intertwining her arm with his as they walked side by side, watching her sons drag their enormous bags of candy ahead of them.

“Yeah everything’s fine,” He said distractedly.

“Oh come in now, you know me better than that!” He didn’t. “You know I’m not gonna just take no for an answer, tell me what’s up.” Nebraska sighed but she really wasn’t going to stop until he talked so he decided to just go ahead and tell her.

“I made Y/N upset this morning and it’s been weighing on my mind,” He sighed, looking straight ahead. Weighing on his mind, however, was the understatement of the year. It’d been driving him crazy all day. He knew he always had a tendency to be too hard on himself, something he tried to cope with every day, but upsetting the one person in this entire town whose opinion he valued? The guilt had been literally eating him alive.

You had every right to be mad at him though. He never knew when to shut up, and it often left him wishing he hadn’t spoke at all. And then there was the counter incident this morning. She’d caught him staring at her, which he tried to quit doing but you never made it easy in that department either. You were easily the most beautiful woman, inside and out, he’d ever had the honor of keeping company. You were always so chipper and bright, with a smile that seemed to mimic the sun and a warm overall presence that gravitated everything towards it. As hard as he’d tried to distance himself from you, he couldn’t deny it pulled him in too.

“Upset her how?” Tonya asked, that smile of hers she always wore faltering. She didn’t like to talk about Y/N much and he had a pretty good idea of why.

“I just said something stupid that I shouldn’t have. And now she’s... mad at me,” he grimaced. The two of them were approaching her front door and she unwound her arm from his to open the front door. Her two boys bounded through the house, nearly bouncing of the walls with energy.

“Candy in the table boys, you know I have to inspect it!” Tonya yelled followed by the grumbling of her sons.

“Go wash up for bed, I’ll be there in a minute.”

“C’mon mom it’s Halloween, can’t we watch a scary movie?!” The oldest, Tyler, whined. He was only about 6 years old so Nebraska doubted she would say yes.

“No. Now go.”

“It’s not even a school night! Mom pleaseeee,” he pleaded.

“..... fine. But only one,” the two boys erupted once again with excitement at her caving.

“Still go wash up. Pjs on!” She yelled as they bounded up the stairs. She then sunk into a chair at the kitchen table and rubbed her tired eyes.

“They’re going to be up for week after this,” she sighed, dumping the candy bags on the table. Nebraska sat in the seat next to her and began helping her inspect.

He glanced at the time on his phone and saw it was nearing 11. You were probably home now, in bed fast asleep. And he couldn’t think of anywhere else he’d rather be than right there besides you.

~*~

You were exhausted as you finally trudged up the stairs. It was almost 1 a.m. and you were just getting home from the museum. You opened the door to your room to find it empty but you weren’t surprised. You hadn’t seen Nebraska’s motorcycle outside when you pulled up so you assumed he wasn’t here.

You flopped down on you bed and just sank into the sheets. He was probably off busting Tonya’s cheeks wide open and you were just going to have to deal with it. Whatever bond you’d seemed to have deluded in your mind was completely onesided and you really need a strong kick or reality to remind you of that. The two of you weren’t friends, lovers, anything really beyond roommates. He was here to deal with some shit (that he still had yet to tell you about) and you had to learn to back off.

And so with that thought you fell asleep, missing your human furnace your body had gotten so accustomed to.

~*~

The next morning you woke up alone, again except this time there was no smell of breakfast in the air. You probably needed to skip breakfast anyway, that’s what you usually did before you’d gotten so settled in Nebraska cooking breakfast.

Today was Saturday so since you didn’t have work you decided to go on a hike. You hopped out the shower and immediately got dressed. Just as you were heading out the front door, Nebraska was coming in, the two of you nearly colliding into each other.

“Woah, my bad,” Nebraska said, backing out to allow you to exit the door.

“It’s okay, I wasn’t paying attention,” you said sliding past him. Don’t ask him where he’s been. Don’t ask him where he’s been. Don’t ask him where he’s been.

“Are you um... are you just getting in?” You asked, turning back around to face him.

“Oh uh, yeah, it was pretty late last night so I crashed at Tonya’s.” He said scratching the back of his head. Great, now you’ve made it awkward being nosy. You didn’t know really what to say at this point so you decided to just turn around and continue towards your hike.

“Wait... one second Y/N,” he said reaching out for your arm. You turned around to face him, the height difference between you two causing you to crane your neck up to see him.

“Um, about yesterday. I really didn’t mean to offend you. It wasn’t my place and I apologize if I overstepped my place as a guest-

“Nebraska you don’t have t-

“I want to. It wasn’t right. I didn’t mean to upset you.” You could tell his face was burning with sincerity but you just wanted to move on from the subject altogether.

“Thank you. For that. But it’s all water under the bridge now.” You said and there was silence between the two of you once again. And it wasn’t exactly comfortable so you decided to proceed with your hike, walking away from him.

Nebraska wanted to call you back but was unsure of what to say next so he simply headed upstairs to shower and start his day.

~*~

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Past Mistakes, part 6

Read part 1 here: https://bookfroggity.tumblr.com/post/187152824147/past-mistakes

Now before we jump into this,, a few things: there's more death than what's typically discussed, and a very brief mention of suicide along with the guns that are to be expected from tua. There's probably more specific triggers in there, but basically, it's not particularly for the squeamish. It's also over 2000 words long, so you might want to sit down with a drink or a snack or something, depending on how quickly you read.

P.s. sorry Luther

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Five checked the house. It was the Frankenstein's monster of architecture, and unreasonably large, but as he wandered down the halls he found that Klaus was... Right there, in his room. Getting dressed, presumably after getting out of the-- oh.

Well, how about that, Five thought, looking at the bloody footprints leading from the bloodier bathtub.

"You okay?" Five asked after knocking on Klaus's room's partially-opened door. It was a social courtesy Five didn't particularly understand, especially when he could already see inside, but one he decided to humor regardless.

Klaus inhaled sharply. Five could see from the doorway there was something in his eyes. He looked haunted. What a coincidence. "Yeah, I just... Long night," He said, his voice tired.

Five chuckled slightly at what was possibly the understatement of the year. "More than one, from the looks of it."

"Yup."

"Don't remember the dogtags."

Klaus made a noise as he pulled a shirt on. "Yeah, they belonged to a friend." He hesitated ever so slightly at the word "friend," which Five probably wasn't supposed to notice.

"How about that new tattoo?" Five prodded. There was clearly something up with Klaus.

"You know, I don't totally remember even getting it. Like I said, it was a long night."

It clicked in Five's mind what happened.

"You did it, didn't you?" He asked, taking a few steps closer.

"What are you talking about?"

Five paused, unsure how to put it. "You know, I can recognize the symptoms, Klaus."

"Symptoms of what?"

Stop playing dumb, I can see straight through it, Five thought.

"The jet lag," Five started listing. "Full body itch. The headache that feels like someone shoved a box of cotton up into your nose and through your brain."

Klaus just looked at him.

"You gonna tell me about it?" Five asked, trying to be gentle about it despite his lack of experience in the field of comforting people.

"Your pals, when they broke into the house and they couldn't find you, they took me hostage instead."

"And in return, you stole their briefcase." Five couldn't help but smile as he turned and started pacing. It would've been a smart move, had Klaus known what he was doing.

"Yeah. I thought there was money in it, or I could pawn it, you know, whatever. And then I opened it."

"And the next thing you knew, you were... Where? Or should I say when?"

"What difference does it make?"

"What diff-- okay. How long were you gone?"

"Almost a year."

"A year?" Five stopped and looked at his brother, his mouth hanging slightly open for a moment. "Do you know what this means?"

"Yeah, I'm ten months older now."

"No, this isn't any sort of joke, Klaus. Hazel and Cha-Cha will do whatever they can to get the briefcase. Where is it now?"

"Gone, I destroyed it." Klaus held up a fist and opened it, making an accompanying "poof" sound.

"What the hell were you thinking?"

"What do you care?"

"What do I care? I needed it, you moron, so I-- I could get back, I could start over!"

"Just, just..." Klaus stood and walked away.

"Where are you going?"

"Interrogation's over, just... Leave."

After watching Klaus go, Five grabbed a pen and a piece of paper off his dresser and scrawled notes on it. You had to write down everything when dealing with time travel if you wanted to have any chance at recreating -- or avoiding -- results.

...

Five spent about an hour writing chalk calculations on his bedroom walls. Then again, it was hard for him to gauge how much time exactly had passed when he was focused this intently on a task.

He paused and looked at his work, reading it back. "Hey, I think I've got something, Delores," He smiled. "It's tenuous, but... Promising."

Luther stepped in the doorway, not humoring the social courtesy of knocking first. "Who are you talking to?" He asked before realizing there was a better question. "What is all this?"

"It's a probability map," Five said, not stopping what he was doing.

"Probability of what?"

"Of whose death could save the world." Five briefly looked away from it to roll his eyes at Luther. "I've narrowed it down to four."

"Are you saying one of these four people causes the apocalypse?"

"No, I'm saying that their death might prevent it."

Luther let out a quiet "oh" and let Five keep working for a few moments.

"I'm not following."

God, you're dense, Five thought as he turned to face Luther who somehow still didn't understand this. "Time is fickle, Luther, the slightest alteration in events can lead to massively different outcomes in the time continuum."

"The butterfly effect."

Great, at least he's heard of it before. "So, all I have to do is find the people with the greatest probability of impacting the timeline, wherever they may be, and kill them," Five said rather matter of factly for someone discussing first-degree murder. "Oh, yeah." He grabbed a notebook out of his drawer to save the most important parts in and keep them for later.

"Milton Greene," Luther read aloud, studying the quite literal wall of text. "So who's he, a terrorist or something?"

"I believe he is a gardener."

Luther turned to look at Five, that look of holier-than-thou shock on his face again. "You can't be serious. Wait, this is madness, Five, you--"

He seemed to notice that Five was grabbing a hunting rifle.

"Wh-- where'd you get that?"

"In Dad's room. I think he used it to shoot a rhinoceros," Five explained as he loaded it. "It's pretty similar to the model I used at work. Nice shoulder fit, and highly reliable."

"But you can't-- this guy Milton is just an innocent man!"

"It's basic math. His death could potentially save the lives of billions. If I did nothing, he'd be dead in four days anyway. The apocalypse won't spare anyone."

"We don't do this kind of thing."

"We are not doing anything. I am."

"I can't let you go and kill innocent people, Five, no matter how many lives you'll save."

"Well, good luck stopping me."

Five began walking away, notebook tucked neatly away and familiar instrument of death in arm.

Luther sighed. "You're not going anywhere."

Five spun around to see him holding Delores out the window, his hand around her throat. In his mind, he heard her choking. He instinctively raised his gun, looking at Luther through the scope.

"Put. Her. Down."

"Put the gun down, you're not killing anyone today--" Don't test me. "--I know she's important to you, so don't make me do this."

Please stop, you're hurting me!

"It's either her or the gun."

I-- I can't breathe!

"You decide."

Five was shaking. He thought about pulling the trigger, but killing his own brother would be pushing even his morals. He froze.

Luther didn't seem to be taking any of this as seriously as he should.

It's the survival of the entire planet we're talking about, you idiot, he thought. I've killed before, what difference does it make if I have to take a handful more lives to save everyone else?

Five, please, make him stop!

Luther should have been more afraid of him than he was.

The bastard actually dared to throw her.

Five didn't have time to think, only react in the way he was most used to.

Brains were splattered.

Five heard Delores clatter to the ground, but his eyes stayed on Luther's body, slumped against the wall. His eyes were still open, staring back at him with no one behind them.

"Oh, god," He sighed. "What the fuck did I just do?"

Five paused, taking a shaky breath and sitting down on the side of his bed, waiting for his head to stop spinning at what just happened.

"I'm sorry, Luther. You shouldn't have gotten involved. This is why I didn't want you getting involved, I... I didn't want this to happen. I was supposed to save you."

He looked at the corpse again.

"Just another body, really, no big deal," He told himself. "I knew there would be collateral damage. What's a few more deaths when billions of lives are on the line, right? I'm just minimizing the number of dead people. It's statistically impossible to save everyone, anyway."

"Is everything okay?!" Someone shouted, footsteps running up the stairs.

"Shit, shit, shit..." Five thought about making it look like a suicide, but he knew it wouldn't be convincing. Nobody shoots themselves in the forehead, and presumably even fewer choose to do so with a hunting rifle. Besides, he needed the gun.

He jumped outside and assessed Delores. Her arm had detached, but the latching mechanism might not have been too badly damaged. Other than that, the plastic had enough give to it for nothing to break.

It hurts, Five.

Five wished he had more control over his imagination as he listened to her whimpering in his head.

"It's okay, it's okay, I can put you back together--"

There was a scream from Five's room. He figured he should get a move on before anyone looked out the window.

...

Five drove out to the address of his first target, but time froze just as he pulled the trigger, the bullet suspended mid-air on its path to an unsuspecting Milton (who was, in fact, a gardener) Greene's skull.

The Handler appeared behind him.

"Neat trick, isn't it?" She said, taking off her sunglasses. "Hello, Five. You look good, all things considered."

He wasn't amused, but went along with the niceties. "It's good to see you again."

"Feels like we met just yesterday. Course, you were a little bit older, then."

He still wasn't amused.

"Congratulations, on the age regression, by the way. Very clever. Threw us all of the scent."

"Ah, well, I wish I could take credit; I just miscalculated the time dilation projections, and... Well, you know. Here I am."

"You realize your efforts are futile. So, why don't you tell me what you really want?"

"I want you to put a stop to it."

"You realize what you're asking for is next to impossible, even for me. What's meant to be, is meant to be. That's our raison d'être."

Five pointed the rifle at her.

"Yeah? Well, how about survival as a raison?" He said.

"I'll just be replaced. I am but a... Small cog in a machine," She half-sang as Five's arm slowly sagged before returning to her normal tone. "This fantasy you're nurting about summoning up your family to stop the apocalypse is... just that; a fantasy. I must say, though, we're all quite impressed with your initiative, your... Stick-to-itiveness, really quite... Quite something. Which is why we want to offer you a new position back at The Commission, in management."

Five scoffed. "Sorry, what's that now?"

"Come back to work for us again, you know it's where you belong."

"Well, it didn't work out too well the last time."

"But you wouldn't be in the correction division any longer, I'm talking about the home office. You'd have the best health and pension, and an end to this ceaseless travel," The Handler laughed. "You're a distinguished professional, in... Schoolboy shorts."

The odds of Five being amused were slim, and she didn't make it yet, but one could admire the attempt.

"We have the technology to reverse the process," She offered. "I mean, you... You can't be happy, like this?" She gestured to his short, thin frame, pushing his gun down lower.

"I'm not looking for happy," He spat.

She brushed the back of her hand against his cheek, smooth save for a nearly imperceptible coating of peach fuzz. "We're all looking for happy. We can make that happen. We can make you... Yourself again."

"And what about my family?"

"What about them?"

"I want them to survive."

The Handler looked around and huffed. Negotiations usually went faster, Five guessed.

"All of them?" She asked.

"Yes, all of them."

"Well..." She reached into her pocket and put her sunglasses back on. "I'll see what I can do. Do we have a deal?"

Five looked at her outstretched hand, and briefly hesitated before shaking it.

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Part 7: https://bookfroggity.tumblr.com/post/187649566892/past-mistakes-part-7

#my writing #fanfiction #past mistakes #tua #the umbrella academy #long post #death tw

[petaldancing]

wow guys, i learned about yuletide (a fic exchange for obscure fandoms w <1,000 fics on the net.. like.. hmm.. HYOUKA!!) from @brella and am stoked to take part in it this year! you get to write a letter to the person who’ll be fulfilling your request, so here is mine~

hello (future) friend and (current) yuletide writer!!

This is actually the first year I’m participating in Yuletide! (And also the first year i that i’ve gotten back into writing fic after a 3 year hiatus!) I’m excited, and I hope that my prompts will help spark inspiration for you and that you’ll enjoy writing this piece as the year draws to a close. Thank you so much in advance for this, and I look forward to reading whatever you have for me! 

general

i prefer:

gen, het, or femslash

G - M ratings (if the latter: no to underage (below 18 y/o, for me), yes to character-driven, build-up + pay-off! when the sex isn't the highlight of the story but a nice complement.. wow!!)

any length you have in mind for the fic

you to write a story that you've been meaning to but haven't gotten around to! or one that you'd love to have under your belt! (:

i can't deal with/DNW:

drug use, death, gore/violence/assault, dub/noncon, abuse, angst, kinky stuff, unhappy endings

i will cry tears of joy for:

stories focusing on ladies, their r/s (platonic, romantic etc) w other ladies, their characters & motivations beyond just the romance

(but i still thrive on romance ahaha)

characters losing themselves but then finding themselves & becoming stronger (w or w/o someone's help)

(un)resolved sexual tension, unexpected kisses that take both parties by surprise, almost kisses, being trapped in small spaces, mutual pining etc

characters drifting apart over time but then reconnecting and falling in love again

wacky humour

shoujo tropes used in good doses

unlikely pairings that work

platonic fic on unlikely friends/vitrolic best buds esp between a guy & gal

fics about characters who've hardly interacted in canon (!!)

canon divergence (as long as it leads to interesting r/s between characters)

ten years later post-canon fic!! (esp if characters are high-schoolers in canon)

WITCHES! guy witches work too

recurring motifs/symbols

i also love AUs, particularly:

pacific rim AUs

role reversal AUs

I live for AUs that bring out character dynamics you know & love except in a diff universe! but you don't have to write AU fic!

fandom specific

1. Hyouka to say this is my favourite, most precious & treasured piece of fiction would be an understatement!! i give all my heart to hyouka’s themes (finding your identity & place in the world, relating & empathizing with others, following your passion etc etc i could go on) which were told beautifully through a wonderful core cast of 4 characters! the depth and flaws and emotional weaknesses of hyouka’s main cast is Too Much For Me To Bear and i love them in any and all permutations and just WANT TO READ ABOUT THEM ALL THE TIME!! also i’ve written satomaya to the moon & back but let me tell you... i would still read satomaya content any day ehehe. BUT i am very intrigued by satoshi & chitanda’s r/s which hasn’t been written much about in the fandom yet so maybe??? HMM!!

ships: satoshi/mayaka, houtarou/chitanda but would be also open to mayaka/houtarou or satoshi/chitanda because that always intrigues me

prompts (optional, of course!) - Mayaka & Houtarou having a huge falling out, like SERIOUS falling out, and it’s up to Satoshi & Chitanda to work together to get the two to make-up and get the group back together!! - Satoshi & Chitanda working together to solve a mystery without the help of Houtarou & Mayaka, who’re usually the two who are better at solving cases!! - On the flipside, what about: 5 times Satoshi dislikes Chitanda, and 1 time he doesn’t.  - Soul Eater AU!! this is a specific AU i’ve had in my head for awhile but would love to read someone’s interpretation of it!! who would be the meisters/weapons, what forms would the weapons take?? a fic where the four find each other and become partners/duos would be worth a BILLION yuletides!! - in the same vein, fire emblem AU! here’s a post i wrote about it years ago but still relevant and feel free to tweak the classes - older!Houtarou/Chitanda who stayed behind for college in Kamiyama visiting Satoshi/Mayaka in the big city/Tokyo (optional as to whether the two pairs are dating yet, but wouldn’t it be wonderful if they weren’t at the start of the fic!!) - any mayaka-centric fic, perhaps a fic about her trying to set Chitanda/Houtarou up? w accomplice Satoshi (+10000 points if she and Satoshi AREN’T DATING! YET! !! COLLAPSES) also i guess it works the other way too!! chitanda trying to get satoshi to confess to mayaka, dragging houtarou along in the process... you know it’s good when both pairs aren’t dating yet

2. Hibike Euphonium

this anime is a good example of me loving the small moments and characters so much more than the overarching plot! i liked s1 more than s2 because of the development of kumiko and reina alongside each other, but i loved the spin s2 gave on kumiko & asuna’s r/s! while this anime isn’t a top fav of mine, the r/s between the ladies in this show is SO GOOD!!! would love to see what you can do with it!

ships: kumiko/reina, kumiko/asuna, am p alright w most other ships too except shuu/kumiko, i’m really not interested in that at all, but shuu as a character? yeah OK i guess prompts - 5 fives they climbed the hill together, 1 time they didn’t (kumiko/reina) - a fic about kumiko chasing asuka down but always missing her!! i.e. following her to uni in the big city (only, her uni is like nowhere near close enough to asuka’s), moving out of home and closer to asuka, trying to join the prestigious band asuka’s travelling with etc etc, and finally catching up to her!! - ten years later fic! reina comes back into town after touring with the national orchestra, kumiko (who stopped playing the euphonium) tries hard not to fall in love with her & the eupho once again... and fails, of course - a fic that examines reina falling out of love with taki-sensei and developing feelings for kumiko would be wonderful for my heart too!!

3. Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun

i am so so fond of this anime and its gags! while the character dynamics are incredibly fun to watch, they also feel very ‘predictable’, not only because of the running jokes but cause their r/s never seem to advance that much. so i would absolutely LOVE if you threw me fic about the most unlikely pairs that don’t interact so much in canon and hence have less running jokes, i would love to see what pans out, and the fic needn’t even be romantic!! ships: nozaki/sakura, kashima/hori, seo/waka, also interested in kashima/seo and sakura+hori

prompts - kashima + seo: i find their r/s v interesting?? would love for a fic to focus on their interactions, esp since i vaguely rmb seo being a bit wary of kashima at first - hori + sakura: i think they would work as wonderful partners in anything they do and would love anything that explores their r/s! maybe sakura has to help the drama club for a performance? - ten years later fic would work wonderfully for GSNK! what’s everyone doing now? wouldn’t it be funny if all the r/s were p much the same, but also kinda different? - Akatsuki no Yona AU! (whether yona is sakura or mikorin, you decide! haha)

4. Fune Wo Amu

this is more of a wildcard pick because um, I REALLY LIKED THIS SHOW! i loved the attention paid to the world of dictionary publishing but specifically, the seemingly insurmountable ocean of words & meanings & the desire to bridge the gaps that so naturally form between people... this show calmed my heart so much and i would love fic which brought me back to that calm and reflective atmosphere & those lovely characters prompts -  over the years working, majime learns the definitions of words through his interactions with the people in the office - nishioka becoming a dad leads to everyone in the office inevitably taking turns parenting his kids!! either because they need to babysit, or because he brings em to company functions etc  - sasaki on her first day of work vs last day of work - any fic that explores how majime & nishioka influence and change each other’s lives would be nice as well ahh...

thank u again dear writer, may you have a wonderful end to the year and i hope that whatever good things and bad things that happened this year, you’ll carry on strong and even better in the next!! happy writing and please eat well and stay warm (: 

#*personal #!!! m excited to write something too!! #fics will be posted on 25 dec on ao3 and author reveals on 1 jan i believe

[buddaimond]

More glowing reviews of Rob’s performance in The Lost City of Z

MovieKnights2016 (UK)

Robert Pattinson puts a great performance in as a side character.

Movie Hangover (UK)

By far the strongest performance, and I’m shocked to be saying this, is Robert Pattinson as Percy’s fellow explorer Henry Costin. Masked behind a truly magnificent beard, he gives a quiet internal performance, filled with loyalty to Percy and a dry wit that eases the somewhat heavy themes involved.

Demon Media (UK)

Pattinson shines, and I couldn’t help but think that the film would be better off for dedicating more time to his character.

Inside Robbie (UK)

I found myself wanting more Robert Pattinson, because he appeared to have an actual character and moulded into the role far more Hunnam did. There is a quietness to him, which allow there to be a mystery with his character and this in turn makes him incredibly watchable.

Culture Fly (UK)

Robert Pattinson is a delight as the sturdy best friend, Henry Costin

The Movie Sense

Robert Pattinson has given good performance too.

The Fan Carpet (UK)

Hunnam is captivating in the role, Miller puts in an impressive performance and Pattinson is quite unrecognisable as Fawcett’s bearded companion. 4 out of 5 stars

Elaine McIntyre

… trusty sidekick Mr Costin at this side (this last a nicely understated performance from a bushy bearded Robert Pattinson doing that Brad Pitt trademarked ‘hey I ain’t no hearthrob’ thang)”

The Times of Malta

Pattison [sic] offers solid support as Costin, Hunnam’s second, friend, and confidante; oftentimes he was the only one who truly believed in Fawcett’s venture while at the same time being the voice of reason.

Red Carpet Crash (DIFF 2017 – US)

We aren’t likely to watch a more beautiful or expertly photographed film this year… a terrific Robert Pattinson.

Film Ireland Magazine (UK)

Robert Pattinson, whose character could stand in for a John Lennon lookalike, was underused in the film, mainly to ensure that this film is primarily Percy Fawcett’s.

Screen Crush (US)

… (which includes a nearly unrecognizable Robert Pattinson beneath a bushy beard)… The Lost City of Z; its unhurried pacing, complex themes, and magnificent visuals that must be seen on a big screen make it feel like an artifact from an era of big-budget filmmaking that has been rendered essentially extinct by the franchisification of Hollywood.

Film Journal (US)

(Robert Pattinson, looking and acting slightly consumptive as usual) … the movie’s early scenes cast an immediate spell that holds throughout.

The New Yorker (US)

Pattinson cuts an unlikely figure, yet you follow his every move, and, from the instant at which he laughs at a snake on the forest floor, you wonder what compels him. Unlike Hunnam, he hints at mysteries held in reserve …

Flavorwire (US)

… but Robert Pattinson is terrific as his right-hand man …

Contact Music (US)

Patterson [sic] and Macfadyen add some texture as loyal and obnoxious colleagues, respectively.

Why So Blu (US)

The film works as a character study, with some nice supporting roles to help fill out the surroundings, which are quite wonderful to behold. When not being impressed by the stunning cinematography by Darius Khondji, enjoy the other performances in the film, such as Robert Pattinson’s Henry Costin …

The Smithsonian (US)

Also remarkable in the film is the movie star, Robert Pattinson, as Fawcett’s aide-de-camp, Henry Costin, who—with a huge bushy beard and tiny Victorian-age spectacles—is indistinguishable from the teen-heartthrob he played in the “Twilight” series of films beginning a decade ago. As a character in Gray’s film, Pattinson is stalwart and steady.

Rolling Stone (US)

… (a terrific Robert Pattinson), an assistant who sticks with Fawcett even on the battlefields of World War I. Pattinson gives Costin a quirky edge that rubs just right against Hunnam’s outer stiffness.

Time (US)

Robert Pattinson is wonderful as Henry Costin, Fawcett’s solemn, bearded, no-nonsense aide-de-camp. We barely see his eyes—they’re half hidden by small John Lennon-style glasses—but his bearing alone tells us what he’s thinking every minute.

FanboyNation (US)

The supporting cast is also excellent, with Robert Pattinson and Tom Holland each delivering solid performances.

Screen Rant (US)

[T]he most memorable side player in the film is easily Robert Pattinson (and his impressive beard) as Percy’s loyal and capable, if somewhat offbeat, fellow explorer, Henry Costin.

Rogert Ebert (Matt Zoller Seitz – US)

[A] terrific character turn by Robert Pattinson …

Miami News Times (US)

“an unrecognizably grizzled and charming Robert Pattinson”

Spectrum Culture (US)

… including his sturdy and witty sidekick Henry Costin (Robert Pattinson, delightful)

Jo Blo (US)

The supporting cast is uniformly solid, with Pattinson doing great work as the bearded, slovenly Costin, Percy’s trusted companion. Anyone still doubting that Pattinson can indeed be a fine actor should look no further than here.

The Mercury News (US)

Henry Costin (an excellent, heavily bearded Robert Pattinson)

Flickfilosopher (US)

Often, Robert Pattinson (The Childhood of a Leader, Life) as Fawcett’s aide-de-camp Henry Costin creates a much stronger presence just sitting quietly in the background.

Rogers Movie Nation (US)

The real revelation here is Pattinson, donning a bushy beard to play a crusty second banana, at long last liberated from the demands of a “Twilight” matinee idol. He growls and swallows his lines, wears loyalty in his eyes (Costin follows Fawcett into WWI) and gets across military competence in way you’d never have guessed when his face was covered in vampire glitter.

Paste Magazine (US)

Henry Costin (a generously bearded and faintly eccentric Robert Pattinson)

Filmdrunk (US)

Pattinson fares best as an actor, mainly because he’s the only one who doesn’t deliver all his lines with the feigned conviction of a high school mock trial student.

Popmatters (US)

Pattinson continues to wash the Twilight stink from his resume with another solid supporting role, even if his scraggly beard and tattered hat make him look like Torgo from Manos: The Hands of Fate.

The Atlantic (US)

Costin (easily Pattinson’s best screen performance to date).

Filmthreat (US)

Robert Pattinson is actually marvelous as Henry Costin. He turns in a truly standout performance as Fawcett’s aide de camp and fellow hearty adventurer. I didn’t recognize him at first under the beard and glasses, but there’s the man himself, acting his ass off with intense humor and presence and not a sparkle to be found anywhere. Mr. Pattinson, actor: welcome

Kaplan vs Kaplan (US)

Costin, played by a bearded, bespectacled and virtually unrecognizable Robert Pattinson. He, too, turns in a controlled but effective performance.

Reason (US)

Henry Costin (a bearded Robert Pattinson, surprisingly effective)

Los Angeles Times (US)

Costin, whom the thickly bearded Pattinson plays with wry, witty understatement.

Killer Movie Reviews (US)

Pattinson is equally good at Costin. Behind owlish glasses and a beard, there is a refined sense of irony that watches one of those ci-mention snakes curl around Fawcett’s feet and languidly comments that he might be too English for the jungle.

Reeling Reviews (US)

The film’s leads are well played by Hunnam, Miller and Pattinson and gather sympathy and give strength to their characters.

 The Filmfreak (US)

Robert Pattinson though, is the true surprise for me. As Henry, Pattinson commands a redemption tale through the eyes of a struggling alcoholic who now sees purpose for his life. He does it all in his best John Lennon appearance, and it is intriguing how easily this man loses himself in this role, despite a third act that is less than kind to the creativity of his character. Robert has earned a fan out of me because of his subtle delivery that constantly feels like the cloud of clarity for these characters. A cloud that rightfully earns him the status as Percy’s right hand man, a man who is always quick to cast a hilarious truth. 

Washington City Paper (US)

Pattinson disappears into his role—the thick beard hides his high cheekbones—and his understated comic delivery is a welcome reprieve.

Culturess (US)

It’s also easy to forget Robert Pattinson is in the film, as Fawcett’s aide de camp Henry Costin. Hidden behind a bushman bird, Pattinson plays the strong, silent type to perfection. Much of his performance is conveyed through reactions, proof that the actor is more than a pretty face.

The CW44 Tampa (US) Hunnam may just be average in the role, but luckily Robert Pattinson is there to carry the extra weight. Pattinson is almost unrecognizable as the loyal Henry Costin who accompanied Percy on many of his expeditions. The intriguing subject matter and the strong supporting performances from Sienna Miller and Robert Pattinson help make up for the lack of charisma in Charlie Hunnam’s leading role. Part 1 of Robert Pattinson’s reviews in TLCOZ.~ Updated as of Apr 24 2017

#Robert Pattinson #The Lost City of Z #Movie Reviews

[mercuryze]

Change Things

pairing: Daveed Diggs/Reader, Lin-Manuel Miranda/Reader

word count: 1897

warnings: angst, infidelity, mention of alcohol, mention of sexual relations, manipulation

summary: She wished she could have saved Daveed from the pain she had caused him.

She should have known that only chaos would come with this new job. The two were a package deal. She wanted to blame her work, her boss, and the world for ruining the beautiful thing she had. She needed a scapegoat more than anything, and yet, she couldn’t bring herself to throw anyone under the bus. (Y/N) knew that it was all her fault; the only one who could take responsibility was her and her alone.

If she could go back and change things, she would start at the fourth day that Jasmine had called in sick. As the “Peggy/Maria” standby, (Y/N) was scheduled to go on in Jazzy’s place. Between rehearsals and the previous shows she had been in, the actress was used to the physical affection that was in the second act. On that fourth night, however, her better judgement seemed to be absent. She was beyond hyperactive as Peggy, but that wasn’t much of a problem. Since Margarita’s character was younger than Angelica or Elizabeth, (Y/N)’s demeanor was acceptable.

If she could go back and change things, she would fix how she acted during intermission. (Y/N) was usually the first person to change costumes. That left her twelve minutes out of the fifteen they were given. She had light conversations with Daveed and Carleigh- those were the two people she was closest to. She knew both of them like the back of her hand. (Y/N) ruffled Daveed’s hair, believing him to be much cuter than when he had his little ponytail.

She liked to think that his hairstyles represented his moods. When it was loose, Daveed seemed to be more bold than he usually was. The man was more reserved when his thick locks were all tied up. (Y/N) adored his hair. She braided a small portion of it (with much difficulty!) and knowing Daveed, he’d most likely forget about it. Thomas Jefferson walked out on stage with a braid in his hair that night.

Seven minutes left. Daveed had left to take a phone call, and Carleigh had struck up a conversation with another ensemble member. (Y/N) wandered around backstage, anxious for the next number she’d be in. She needed to get all of this energy out. Her portrayal of Maria wouldn’t be as it was supposed to that night. (Y/N) was an incredible actress, but she often let her moods infect her performances. Alexander Hamilton’s mistress wasn’t meant to be too bright and happy.

If she could go back and change things, she would prevent herself from entering Lin’s dressing room. It took three knocks before the door swung open. (Y/N) looked Lin up and down and admired the green costume he now wore. It suited him. She carefully watched as he wet his lips, the corners of his mouth tugging up to form a smile. Cute, she thought to herself.

“Miss Maria Reynolds.” He greeted her and welcomed her inside the small room. She gratefully stepped inside and took a seat by the vanity. Her eyes followed her co-star around as he grabbled a water bottle and brought the rim up to his mouth.

(Y/N) giggled and ran her fingers through her hair. “Mister Alexander Hamilton. Better start wrapping up. There’s five minutes ‘till we’re on.” She brought one of her legs over the other as she leaned forward and grinned at him.

He matched her joyful expression and leaned against the wall. “Six minutes left, actually.” He retorted with a gentle chuckle. The young woman watched intently as he crossed his arms over his chest. “But, yeah, I’m all ready to go back on.” Lin added.

“Mm, no, last time I checked, we had five minutes.”

At this, Lin pushed himself off of the wall and strolled across the room in order to pick his phone up off the table. He flashed the screen, which displayed the current time. (Y/N) noticed his phone wallpaper was an old picture of everyone in the company. She guessed that it had been taken on opening night. “Six minutes left,” She snorted, finding it funny to see a man use a cell phone while dressed in period clothing. “-just like I said! Honestly, Lin-Manuel, you should really work on your listening skills.”

The pair spoke and laughed together for another two minutes before their fun was interrupted by a stagehand barging in and reminding them of the time. (Y/N) stood with an irritated huff and smoothed her skirt. “Alright, I’ll go blow dry my face for a bit. This new lipstick they bought me won’t dry.”

“And that matters because…?” Lin pondered aloud as he took a few steps toward the dressing room door, meaning to open it so his companion could step outside.

Before she made her way toward the exit, (Y/N) grabbed a baby-wipe off of the vanity and squeezed it between her forefinger and thumb. “It matters because…I wouldn’t want to leave a nice red mark on your lips. I think Eliza would notice if her husband is wearing a lip shade that she doesn’t own,” She joked and grabbed onto the collar of Lin’s costume with her free hand. “Yanno, kinda like this.”

If she could go back and change things, she would have stopped what happened next. It happened too quickly- neither Lin nor (Y/N) fully realized what had happened. The actor was stuck in a sort of awe-induced trance, and the actress seemed to be running on autopilot. Her lips moved on their own. Lin didn’t couldn’t react. Before he had the chance to, a baby wipe had replaced (Y/N)’s mouth on his own. It was wrong; they both knew that.

And yet it still happened.

“Like I said: wouldn’t want to leave a nice red mark on your lips.” With that breathy comment, the woman clad in scarlet swiftly left her cast member’s dressing room and promptly ran into another one of her fellow actors.

She beamed at the man whose hair and heart she had grown fond of.

“Miss Maria Reynolds.” He mimicked the words that Lin had uttered only moments before. If there was any small amount of guilt that had bubbled up in her gut, she didn’t notice it in that moment. Daveed continued. “Good luck out there, babe, and don’t enjoy it too much.” It was an obvious joke, because there was no possible way that (Y/N) would even look at another person the way she looked at her boyfriend. Her eyes were always filled with a strong sense of adoration when he gazed into them.

“Good luck to you too, honey. Love you.” She bit down on her bottom lip as Daveed pressed a kiss to her forehead. The feeling of his lips lingered for a second or two even after he had pulled away. The small twinge of an emotion unknown was hastily repressed.

The rest of the second act ran smoothly, save for the number depicting Alexander Hamilton’s torrid affair. Every affectionate moment in the scene seemed more passionate than they had ever been. That fact had to do with (Y/N)’s strange mood on that day. Although her rendition of Maria Reynolds was more giddy than it should have been, it was also fiery and truly conveyed how scandalous the on-stage situation truly was.

She noticed the wariness in Lin’s eyes during their number. It came across as caution or even…restraint? She wished she could read his thoughts. His grip on her waist would tighten at times, a detail that (Y/N) payed close attention to. Of course all his movements were in their blocking, but (Y/N) couldn’t help but misinterpret them. The young woman had a beyond brilliant mind, but she wasn’t always the clearest of thinkers.

If she could go back and change things, she wouldn’t have lied to Daveed. Everyone had planned to go out to dinner after the show. Lin claimed to have been feeling under the weather and opted to go straight home after that night’s production. (Y/N) didn’t want to let him go.

She had made up an excuse and lied about needing to stay late. With an unforced smile, she stared straight into her boyfriend’s eyes and declared that she needed Carleigh to show her some steps that she had supposedly missed. (Y/N) prayed that Daveed hadn’t heard Carleigh when she, too, had cancelled on the big dinner plans and gone home.

He bought it, and bid his girlfriend goodnight with a big kiss and a promise to call her in the morning.

To say she rushed to Lin’s dressing room after changing out of costume was an understatement. Luckily (or unfortunately, in this particular situation), she had managed to catch Lin right before he had left the theater. Even after being in a musical that was over two hours long, (Y/N) still held an energetic behavior. Like everyone else in the company, she too had asked herself what had caused this mood. There was no clear answer.

If she could go back and change things, she’d stop herself from manipulating Lin. Lin…the poor man had too weak of a hold over his emotions. He often let them consume him and influence his actions. (Y/N) played off of that. She enticed him. His lust gained the upper hand that night.

After a few drinks, he was a complete mess. The young woman noticed he was a very tactile person. He liked to touch. She let him. What she did to Lin was horrible and selfish and she should have stopped herself while she had the chance. (Y/N) laughed while it was all happening, thinking their rather steamy night to be ironic. As the actors for Maria Reynolds and Alexander Hamilton, the two should have known not to let history repeat itself. Maybe this was meant to happen.

If she could go back and change things, she wouldn’t have brought him home with her. Daveed broke his promise of calling (Y/N) in the morning. Instead, he hauled himself all the way to her apartment with breakfast- her favorite. She had previously given him his own set of keys to her home. She should have anticipated how easy it would be for someone to catch her in her sick little game.

If she could go back and change things, she would have come up with a better explanation. A better apology.

If she could go back and change things, she would have taken the hint and stopped trying to call Daveed. She quit soon after.

It was a difficult process. (Y/N) knew that Lin was stepping down as Alexander soon anyways, but the tension between him and Daveed would still be sharp until then. She prayed that things would be alright with Lin and his own family.

She stopped talking to most cast members completely. Carleigh was probably the only one she normally spoke to, since the bond between the two couldn’t be broken easily. Not even if (Y/N)’s infidelity was thrown into the mix. (Y/N) needed support, and Carleigh understood that. It would be too embarrassing to sit under everyone else’s judgmental eyes. Everyone knew.

If she could go back, she would do so in a heartbeat.

If she could, she would.

#daveed diggs x reader #daveed diggs/reader #daveed x reader #lin manuel imagine #daveed diggs imagine #lin manuel x reader #lin manuel miranda x reader #hamilton imagine #hamilton x Reader #alexander hamilton x Reader #mercury writes

[jodyedgarus]

How The Milwaukee Bucks Brought Their Offense Into The 21st Century

When he was hired in May to coach the Milwaukee Bucks, Mike Budenholzer inherited a promising but underachieving core of young players led by Giannis Antetokounmpo. The Bucks — who have not won a playoff series since 2001 — had just suffered yet another postseason disappointment and hoped a coaching change would help them escape perpetual mediocrity.

To say the results have been encouraging would be an understatement. Budenholzer has implemented a new and more modern offensive strategy that is utilizing Antetokounmpo’s unique talents like never before. Under Budenholzer this season, the Bucks are scoring at a conference-leading rate of 113.2 points per 100 possessions. The team has the best record in the NBA, has won 10 of its last 11, and has already beaten conference rivals Boston, Philadelphia and Toronto (three times now). Milwaukee is heading into All-Star weekend as perhaps the most intimidating team in the Eastern Conference.

So, yes, the coaching change has worked. But what exactly has Budenholzer done — and why is it working so well for the Bucks? One strategic change was clear even back in the preseason when Budenholzer rolled out his new offense.

“Coach Bud wants us to shoot more 3s,” Milwaukee guard Malcolm Brogdon told Eric Nehm of The Athletic. “A lot more 3s.”

Last year, the Bucks attempted just 24.7 3-pointers per game (25th-most in the league). Under Budenholzer, they have pumped up their long-range volume to 37.8 3-pointers per game, second-most in the NBA this season (trailing only the Houston Rockets).

But Budenholzer has done more than just open the 3-point flood gates in Milwaukee this year: He has engineered a sea change in shot selection.

“I think there’s a lot of focus on how many 3s [we are taking], but hopefully we’re having the best of everything,” Budenholzer said to The Athletic. “If you’re an efficient offense, you’re getting to the basket. You’re getting to the paint. You’re getting to the free-throw line. And you’re shooting a bunch of 3s.”

This season, the Bucks have done more to modernize their shot chart than any other team in the league, as shown in these year-to-year charts.1 Their share of shots taken at the rim or behind the 3-point line — referred to as the Moreyball Rate, after Houston general manager Daryl Morey — has jumped by 16 percentage points, according to data compiled by PBP Stats. Correspondingly, their average 2-pointer is being attempted from a shorter distance, about 2.5 feet closer to the hoop. And everybody on the team is cutting back on midrange jumpers.

The Bucks’ transformations in Moreyball Rate and 2-point shot distance are the biggest changes by any team in the NBA from last season to this one. In fact, the Bucks’ sudden modernization is among the most drastic changes in shot selection by any team during the entire era of play-by-play data (available since 2001-02).

Milwaukee has modernized its shot selection, big time

Teams with the biggest jumps in their Moreyball Rate from the previous season and their change in average distances from the basket on 2-point field-goal attempts, since 2001-02

MOREYBALL RATE AVG. 2PA DISTANCE Season TEAM Prev. season given season Diff. Prev. season given season diff. 2012-13 Rockets 53% 74% +20 8.8ft 6.2ft -2.6ft 2016-17 Nets 53 72 +19 8.4 6.1 -2.4 2018-19 Bucks 64 80 +16 7.5 5.0 -2.5 2013-14 76ers 51 66 +15 9.5 6.5 -3.0 2003-04 Wizards 38 52 +14 10.9 8.7 -2.2 2008-09 L.A. Clippers 44 57 +13 10.2 8.2 -2.0 2015-16 Hornets 51 64 +13 9.5 8.2 -1.3 2005-06 Cavaliers 47 60 +13 9.0 8.0 -1.0 2007-08 Magic 53 66 +13 8.0 6.9 -1.1 2018-19 Wizards 58 71 +12 8.7 6.9 -1.8 2017-18 Raptors 58 71 +12 8.3 6.5 -1.8 2014-15 Cavaliers 53 65 +12 8.8 7.2 -1.6 2012-13 L.A. Lakers 51 63 +12 9.1 8.1 -1.0 2004-05 L.A. Lakers 50 61 +11 8.6 7.8 -0.9 2008-09 Trail Blazers 44 54 +10 11.0 8.9 -2.1

Moreyball Rate is the share of the team’s shots taken at the rim or behind the 3-point line

Some percentage-point and distance differences may not add up because of rounding

As of Feb. 5, 2019

Source: PBPstats.com

Appropriately, Morey produced the biggest Moreyball makeover in league history during Houston’s 2012-13 season, James Harden’s first with the team.

For the Bucks, the advantage of being laggards in the Moreyball revolution has been an opportunity to learn from the mistakes of their competitors. Seth Partnow, now Milwaukee’s director of basketball research, wrote for Vice Sports in 2016 that creating makeable shots takes more than just jacking threes and driving headlong into the lane. “Three-pointers and shots at the rim are indicators of good offense, but they’re not good offense in a vacuum, and teams that use them as targets should be wary of putting the cart before the horse. Those are good shots in theory. In practice, the best shots are the ones the personnel on hand can make.”

Fundamentally, the Bucks have achieved their impressive offensive efficiency on the strength of the two principles of Budenholzer’s offensive philosophy: pace and space.

Budenholzer’s emphasis on court spacing has been emblemized by the image of five “stand-here” squares he had taped to the floor of the Bucks practice court, surrounding the 3-point line. By initiating their offensive possessions with all five players outside the 3-point line, the Bucks leave more space for Antetokounmpo to attack the basket. Once Antetokounmpo draws attention around the basket, he’s free to kick the ball out to open 3-point shooters in space. It’s a positive feedback loop that yields easier shots for Antetokounmpo and his teammates.

The Bucks’ improved floor spacing has been facilitated by some shrewd front-office maneuvers. The team signed capable stretch bigs Brook Lopez and Ersan Ilyasova on team-friendly contracts while at the same time cutting ties with paint-clogging centers Greg Monroe, Tyler Zeller and, most recently, John Henson.

With all that extra space, Antetokounmpo has been attacking the basket relentlessly this season. Since last year, he has increased his volume of drives per game from 11.0 to 12.9; his paint touches are up from 5.3 to 6.5 per game; and he’s now taking more shots at the rim (523) than any other player in the league. These additional basket-attacking duties have put the onus on Antetokounmpo to read the defense and distribute the ball to his teammates.

The result has been a career high in assists for Antetokounmpo this season (5.9 per game), with an emphasis on kick-out dimes. On 289 total assists this season, Antetokounmpo has set up a teammate for a 3-point basket 168 times (58 percent), while he has assisted a teammate in scoring a 2-point basket just 121 times (42 percent). In other words, Antetokounmpo has created 262 more points via assisted 3-pointers than he has via assisted 2-pointers this year. That is the biggest such margin of any player in the league and it’s not even remotely close — Detroit’s Blake Griffin is second with 98 more points assisted on 3-pointers than 2-pointers.

Among the top-30 assist leaders this season, Antetokounmpo and teammate Eric Bledsoe are two of only seven players who have created more points via assists on 3s than on 2s.

The Bucks’ drive-and-kick is producing threes

The top 30 2018-19 NBA assist leaders by the difference in points created from assisted 3-pointers vs. 2-pointers, through Feb. 5

ASSISTS POINTS CREATED Team Player 2P 3P TOTAL 2P 3P DIFF MIL Giannis Antetokounmpo 121 168 289 242 504 +262 DET Blake Griffin 140 126 266 280 378 +98 PHI Ben Simmons 236 182 418 472 546 +74 DAL Luka Doncic 151 120 271 302 360 +58 WAS Bradley Beal 152 117 269 304 351 +47 CHA Kemba Walker 174 117 291 348 351 +3 MIL Eric Bledsoe 167 112 279 334 336 +2 ATL Trae Young 239 155 394 478 465 -13 SAS DeMar DeRozan 192 123 315 384 369 -15 SAC De’Aaron Fox 227 146 373 454 438 -16 PHX Devin Booker 174 108 282 348 324 -24 GSW Kevin Durant 192 119 311 384 357 -27 BOS Kyrie Irving 195 120 315 390 360 -30 HOU James Harden 251 151 402 502 453 -49 UTA Ricky Rubio 182 104 286 364 312 -52 WAS John Wall 178 101 279 356 303 -53 GSW Draymond Green 178 96 274 356 288 -68 LAL LeBron James 167 85 252 334 255 -79 MIN Jeff Teague 171 79 250 342 237 -105 BKN D’Angelo Russell 230 116 346 460 348 -112 MEM Mike Conley 225 103 328 450 309 -141 OKC Russell Westbrook 321 163 484 642 489 -153 UTA Joe Ingles 191 73 264 382 219 -163 LAC Lou Williams 185 69 254 370 207 -163 IND Darren Collison 219 89 308 438 267 -171 NOP Jrue Holiday 293 138 431 586 414 -172 POR Damian Lillard 231 88 319 462 264 -198 LAL Lonzo Ball 194 61 255 388 183 -205 DEN Nikola Jokic 285 114 399 570 342 -228 TOR Kyle Lowry 287 101 388 574 303 -271

Source: PBPstats.com

At the top of the list, Antetokounmpo finds himself in the company of a few other big ball handlers — Griffin, Ben Simmons, Luka Doncic — who can distribute to their teammates from the inside out. LeBron James, who is basically the prototype for this point-forward approach, assisted on 344 of his teammates’ 3-pointers in Cleveland last year (for 1,032 points), more than any other player in the NBA. (He created 226 more points on the 3s he assisted than on 2s.) Antetokounmpo is on pace to post a similarly lopsided distribution of assists this season.

Impressively, when Antetokounmpo has been on the court this season, 89 percent of the Bucks’ 3-pointers have been assisted; that’s 11 percentage points more than the team’s assisted-3 rate when he’s been on the bench. The Bucks’ improved spacing seems to be helping Antetokounmpo create all the right shots for his Milwaukee teammates.

Establishing a faster pace has gone hand-in-hand with the Bucks’ efforts to create better spacing. Budenholzer has emphasized playing with urgency and purposeful movement, and the team has shaved nearly a second off the duration of its average offensive trip (from 14.0 to 13.1 seconds per possession). According to Synergy Sports, the Bucks have attempted fewer field goals this season during the last seven seconds of the shot clock (from 19 percent of all field-goal attempts to 15 percent) and have correspondingly increased the proportion of their attempts (from 59 percent to 65 percent) that are attempted with somewhere between seven and 18 seconds remaining on the shot clock.

Antetokounmpo helps push the pace for the Bucks. Budenholzer has instructed his lanky star to dribble the ball up the court immediately after securing any defensive rebound, which has created more uptempo half-court possessions and shots in semitransition.

The Bucks are shooting better when they keep their offensive flow uptempo like this — with an effective field-goal percentage of 56 percent on shots taken with between seven and 18 seconds left on the shot clock and just 48 percent on their more slowly developing shots.

A new and more modern offensive approach predicated on floor spacing and pace, along with some smart personnel decisions, have helped Budenholzer unlock the immense potential of the Bucks’ young superstar. Perhaps when they hired Budenholzer the Bucks would have been happy with winning a playoff series. But with Milwaukee in pole position for its first conference championship appearance in nearly two decades, the Bucks now have eyes on a bigger prize. The older Milwaukee generation is surely reminiscing of the summer of ’71 — the last time there was a transformative young star in town. And who knows, maybe this season will end like that one, with an NBA championship for the Bucks.

Check out our latest NBA predictions.

from News About Sports https://fivethirtyeight.com/features/how-the-milwaukee-bucks-brought-their-offense-into-the-21st-century/

[jesusvasser]

2017 Honda Civic Type R Four Seasons Update

We should be talking about trimming out the aero and going for that one brain-out qualifying lap at Indianapolis, or maybe how it felt to be the youngest-ever CART Indy-car winner or one of the three drivers to win in their IndyCar debut. Maybe the satisfaction of backing up that early promise with four IndyCar championships, a win in the Indianapolis 500, two overall sports car wins in the Rolex 24 at Daytona—the list of accolades is stunning and still growing. There’s so much you could discuss when you have an exclusive audience with Scott Dixon.

That’s not the helmet famous to race fans, but Scott Dixon is as serious as always when it comes to driving quickly.

But none of that stuff is on the agenda. We’re at Willow Springs Raceway in California, shooting an “Ignition” episode with a Honda Civic Type R, and Dixon is our special guest. Within minutes the formalities are over and we’re talking about New Zealand and London, about our families, and, of course, about hooning around in front-wheel-drive cars of various flavors in our youth and learning about understeer and (more pertinently) lift-off oversteer the hard way. It’s great fun. Dixon is completely relaxed and in no hurry whatsoever to get the hell out of Rosamond, California, and back to his real life. This might be a PR obligation, but it doesn’t feel like it. He seems to be enjoying hanging out and giving the Type R a right old beating for the camera guys. My mission today is to get to know the car and to watch and learn. Any time you get to be in a car with one of the world’s best drivers is a rare privilege, and I intend to spend a lot of time just enjoying the experience and trying to absorb some of Dixon’s incredible talent via osmosis. Fat chance.

No easy production: Jethro Bovingdon and Scott Dixon ruminate on the Honda Civic Type R’s finer points during a break in the action.

Our radio crackles to life with a simple, “We’re ready. Aaaaand … action,” and Dixon rips through first and second as we approach Turn 3. This is the part of the day the director calls “corners.” Our crew moves from corner to corner, shooting every turn with three cameras and probably two or three times over. Fourteen turns make up the Streets of Willow, so the process is a bit long-winded. But it’s a huge amount of fun, and Dixon and the Civic get quicker and quicker every time we hear the “Action!” cue. It’s also incredibly tough on any car, yet the Type R seems almost impervious.

This Type R is identical in spec to the Automobile Four Seasons long-term loaner right down to the color, and the giant-killer reputation it’s forging is well deserved. The 2.0-liter turbo-four doesn’t zing with the top-end fury of an old VTEC engine, but it’s got so much midrange, not to mention there are still plenty of fireworks if you hang onto each gear until the redline. You certainly feel every bit of its 306 horsepower and 295 lb-ft of torque. What’s better is that the Type R knows how to use it. There’s a mild bit of torque steer, but it adds to the sense of excitement; think of it as a trait rather than a fault. You never deviate off line. Rather, the car gently wanders just a degree or two around your chosen trajectory.

Understeer? Even on the track there’s not much to speak of, and the helical limited-slip differential is fantastic. If you’re too greedy on the way into a corner and find the front pushing, you need to fight your instinct to back off. Instead, do the opposite. Jump on the gas. The diff locks up, and the nose comes back into line.

Not that Dixon is ever too greedy on the way into the turns. His style is economical, laser-precise, and somehow effortless. He gets the Civic into turns quicker than I thought possible. The forces are brutal, but the inputs are silky, and he always manages the car’s mass beautifully. It barely seems to pitch or roll, and it’s obvious immediately that Dixon’s feel for the tires’ contact patches is uncanny. The best drivers seem to find grip where there should be none and create speed almost from thin air. Dixon does that. You might watch and understand the process he’s engaged in, but if you try to emulate it, you tend to descend into scrappy understeer or simply fly off the track. It’s at once impressive and depressing.

“I remember going up and up and thinking, ‘This is going to hurt.’”

Of course, I have to ask him: “So, erm, what about that crash, hey?” I try to sound casual, but obviously I’m a bit nervous about bringing it up. Cool as a cucumber, Dixon barely bats an eyelash. “Yeah, it was a big one,” he says. Seems he’s a master of understatement too.

Our ace contributing editor Jethro Bovingdon is also at the wheel of the shows “Ignition” and “Head 2 Head,” along with co-host Jonny Lieberman, exclusively on the Motor Trend channel at MotorTrend.com. There you can catch the episode with Scott Dixon and all of Jethro and Jonny’s other adventures with the newest and hottest cars on the market.

In case you haven’t seen it, Dixon had a monster shunt during the 2017 Indianapolis 500. Another driver, Jay Howard, ran wide and tagged the wall on the exit of Turn 1. With a broken front suspension, he had no control over his No. 77 Schmidt Peterson Motorsports Honda and veered back down the track toward the infield. Dixon was just exiting Turn 1 and had nowhere to go. His Chip Ganassi Honda launched over the back of Howard’s car, the flight turning the car hard left so Dixon was hurtling backward through the air toward the inner guardrail. At the last second the car flipped onto its side and impacted the top of a concrete barrier with the right-hand side of the carbon-fiber monocoque before spinning and tumbling back out toward the racetrack.

“I remember going up and up and thinking, ‘This is going to hurt,’” Dixon recalls. “Then I had the first big impact and thought, ‘I should be OK,’ but then it just went on and on.”

Observers held their collective breath when Scott Dixon took flight during 
the 2017 Indianapolis 500. Upon landing, Dixon’s car’s impact with the Indy wall was violent, but the Honda-powered chassis protected its driver well.

As the whole watching world held its breath, the team would have been terrified, and God only knows how Dixon’s family coped in those split seconds. But he was just in the moment, figuring out if he was going to get out of this one without bad injuries. Somehow, miraculously, he did. But how do you deal with that sort of crash, mentally speaking? “It’s actually pretty easy,” Dixon says nonchalantly. “It’s worse if you have a big crash and it’s your fault. Maybe you don’t know why it happened. That’s tough. But you know what? I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. That’s the risk we take, but it hasn’t played on my mind since. Not at all.”

And now he’s in a Civic Type R at Streets of Willow. Is he really having fun? “Ah mate, this is great,” Dixon says. “I’m lovin’ driving this thing. I can’t remember the last time I drove a front-wheel-drive car. Let me think, yeah, I’m pretty sure it was a Honda CRX. I think I was about 16 or 17. It’s been a while.” However long it’s been, Dixon’s muscle memory for front-wheel drivers seems well intact. “To be honest, this is nothing like those cars,” he adds. “Response is fantastic, the way you can arc the car around corners. What really surprises me is there’s no on-throttle understeer, or very little.”

Dixon trails the Type R into corners on the brakes, but the car’s tail doesn’t budge. I comment on how stable the rear end feels. “That’s one thing I remember from my teens,” he says with a smile. “But this doesn’t have the big, loose, high rear feeling of a front-drive car on trail brake. You can drive it in deep on the brakes. Back in my early teens, I was caught out a few times and maybe damaged a few cars. But this is rock solid.”

By now I know Dixon is my sort of guy. He drives cars for a living but also for fun, and it doesn’t matter if it’s a 700-hp single-seater doing 230 mph around Indy or a 306-hp, four-door hatchback tackling curves out in the desert. Even better, he sees the Civic’s manual gearbox as a source of joy rather than as tenths lost from a lap time. “Manual’s back, man! I swore as a teenager I’d never drive an automatic,” Dixon recalls. “It’s just so cool and takes me back to when I got into racing. Having that substance and that feel of being attached to this thing and shifting gears and even messing up, y’know?” You don’t have to convince me, brother. I’m a believer.

The crew is almost done, the Type R needs new tires, and there’s a light dusting of gravel where Dixon’s been cutting corners, using every inch of track and a few more. It’s been a blast.

Often these superstar drivers become almost faceless: just another list of stats and facts and numbers. But Dixon is a great guy: funny, relaxed, and full of wonderful stories. No ego, at least not in this setting, plenty of charm, and all smiles. And he’s a car enthusiast to the core. If I run into him again someday, somewhere, I probably won’t talk too much about his career and future aspirations. Sorry. But I bet we’ll chat about that day at Willow Springs in a Honda Civic Type R. Oh, and the Ford GT he couldn’t stop talking about. He should have that by now. Like I said, a proper car enthusiast. He’s won a few races in his time too.

Our 2017 Honda Civic Type R

MILES TO DATE 9,642 PRICE $34,775 
(base/as tested) ENGINE 2.0L turbo DOHC 16-valve I-4/306 hp @ 6,500 rpm, 295 lb-ft @ 2,500-4,000 rpm TRANSMISSION 6-speed manual LAYOUT 4-door, 4-passenger, front-engine, FWD hatchback EPA MILEAGE 22/28 mpg (city/hwy) L x W x H 179.4 x 73.9 x 56.5 in WHEELBASE 106.3 in WEIGHT 3,100 lb 0-60 MPH 5.4 sec TOP SPEED 168 mph

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2017 Honda Civic Type R Four Seasons Update

We should be talking about trimming out the aero and going for that one brain-out qualifying lap at Indianapolis, or maybe how it felt to be the youngest-ever CART Indy-car winner or one of the three drivers to win in their IndyCar debut. Maybe the satisfaction of backing up that early promise with four IndyCar championships, a win in the Indianapolis 500, two overall sports car wins in the Rolex 24 at Daytona—the list of accolades is stunning and still growing. There’s so much you could discuss when you have an exclusive audience with Scott Dixon.

That’s not the helmet famous to race fans, but Scott Dixon is as serious as always when it comes to driving quickly.

But none of that stuff is on the agenda. We’re at Willow Springs Raceway in California, shooting an “Ignition” episode with a Honda Civic Type R, and Dixon is our special guest. Within minutes the formalities are over and we’re talking about New Zealand and London, about our families, and, of course, about hooning around in front-wheel-drive cars of various flavors in our youth and learning about understeer and (more pertinently) lift-off oversteer the hard way. It’s great fun. Dixon is completely relaxed and in no hurry whatsoever to get the hell out of Rosamond, California, and back to his real life. This might be a PR obligation, but it doesn’t feel like it. He seems to be enjoying hanging out and giving the Type R a right old beating for the camera guys. My mission today is to get to know the car and to watch and learn. Any time you get to be in a car with one of the world’s best drivers is a rare privilege, and I intend to spend a lot of time just enjoying the experience and trying to absorb some of Dixon’s incredible talent via osmosis. Fat chance.

No easy production: Jethro Bovingdon and Scott Dixon ruminate on the Honda Civic Type R’s finer points during a break in the action.

Our radio crackles to life with a simple, “We’re ready. Aaaaand … action,” and Dixon rips through first and second as we approach Turn 3. This is the part of the day the director calls “corners.” Our crew moves from corner to corner, shooting every turn with three cameras and probably two or three times over. Fourteen turns make up the Streets of Willow, so the process is a bit long-winded. But it’s a huge amount of fun, and Dixon and the Civic get quicker and quicker every time we hear the “Action!” cue. It’s also incredibly tough on any car, yet the Type R seems almost impervious.

This Type R is identical in spec to the Automobile Four Seasons long-term loaner right down to the color, and the giant-killer reputation it’s forging is well deserved. The 2.0-liter turbo-four doesn’t zing with the top-end fury of an old VTEC engine, but it’s got so much midrange, not to mention there are still plenty of fireworks if you hang onto each gear until the redline. You certainly feel every bit of its 306 horsepower and 295 lb-ft of torque. What’s better is that the Type R knows how to use it. There’s a mild bit of torque steer, but it adds to the sense of excitement; think of it as a trait rather than a fault. You never deviate off line. Rather, the car gently wanders just a degree or two around your chosen trajectory.

Understeer? Even on the track there’s not much to speak of, and the helical limited-slip differential is fantastic. If you’re too greedy on the way into a corner and find the front pushing, you need to fight your instinct to back off. Instead, do the opposite. Jump on the gas. The diff locks up, and the nose comes back into line.

Not that Dixon is ever too greedy on the way into the turns. His style is economical, laser-precise, and somehow effortless. He gets the Civic into turns quicker than I thought possible. The forces are brutal, but the inputs are silky, and he always manages the car’s mass beautifully. It barely seems to pitch or roll, and it’s obvious immediately that Dixon’s feel for the tires’ contact patches is uncanny. The best drivers seem to find grip where there should be none and create speed almost from thin air. Dixon does that. You might watch and understand the process he’s engaged in, but if you try to emulate it, you tend to descend into scrappy understeer or simply fly off the track. It’s at once impressive and depressing.

“I remember going up and up and thinking, ‘This is going to hurt.’”

Of course, I have to ask him: “So, erm, what about that crash, hey?” I try to sound casual, but obviously I’m a bit nervous about bringing it up. Cool as a cucumber, Dixon barely bats an eyelash. “Yeah, it was a big one,” he says. Seems he’s a master of understatement too.

Our ace contributing editor Jethro Bovingdon is also at the wheel of the shows “Ignition” and “Head 2 Head,” along with co-host Jonny Lieberman, exclusively on the Motor Trend channel at MotorTrend.com. There you can catch the episode with Scott Dixon and all of Jethro and Jonny’s other adventures with the newest and hottest cars on the market.

In case you haven’t seen it, Dixon had a monster shunt during the 2017 Indianapolis 500. Another driver, Jay Howard, ran wide and tagged the wall on the exit of Turn 1. With a broken front suspension, he had no control over his No. 77 Schmidt Peterson Motorsports Honda and veered back down the track toward the infield. Dixon was just exiting Turn 1 and had nowhere to go. His Chip Ganassi Honda launched over the back of Howard’s car, the flight turning the car hard left so Dixon was hurtling backward through the air toward the inner guardrail. At the last second the car flipped onto its side and impacted the top of a concrete barrier with the right-hand side of the carbon-fiber monocoque before spinning and tumbling back out toward the racetrack.

“I remember going up and up and thinking, ‘This is going to hurt,’” Dixon recalls. “Then I had the first big impact and thought, ‘I should be OK,’ but then it just went on and on.”

Observers held their collective breath when Scott Dixon took flight during 
the 2017 Indianapolis 500. Upon landing, Dixon’s car’s impact with the Indy wall was violent, but the Honda-powered chassis protected its driver well.

As the whole watching world held its breath, the team would have been terrified, and God only knows how Dixon’s family coped in those split seconds. But he was just in the moment, figuring out if he was going to get out of this one without bad injuries. Somehow, miraculously, he did. But how do you deal with that sort of crash, mentally speaking? “It’s actually pretty easy,” Dixon says nonchalantly. “It’s worse if you have a big crash and it’s your fault. Maybe you don’t know why it happened. That’s tough. But you know what? I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. That’s the risk we take, but it hasn’t played on my mind since. Not at all.”

And now he’s in a Civic Type R at Streets of Willow. Is he really having fun? “Ah mate, this is great,” Dixon says. “I’m lovin’ driving this thing. I can’t remember the last time I drove a front-wheel-drive car. Let me think, yeah, I’m pretty sure it was a Honda CRX. I think I was about 16 or 17. It’s been a while.” However long it’s been, Dixon’s muscle memory for front-wheel drivers seems well intact. “To be honest, this is nothing like those cars,” he adds. “Response is fantastic, the way you can arc the car around corners. What really surprises me is there’s no on-throttle understeer, or very little.”

Dixon trails the Type R into corners on the brakes, but the car’s tail doesn’t budge. I comment on how stable the rear end feels. “That’s one thing I remember from my teens,” he says with a smile. “But this doesn’t have the big, loose, high rear feeling of a front-drive car on trail brake. You can drive it in deep on the brakes. Back in my early teens, I was caught out a few times and maybe damaged a few cars. But this is rock solid.”

By now I know Dixon is my sort of guy. He drives cars for a living but also for fun, and it doesn’t matter if it’s a 700-hp single-seater doing 230 mph around Indy or a 306-hp, four-door hatchback tackling curves out in the desert. Even better, he sees the Civic’s manual gearbox as a source of joy rather than as tenths lost from a lap time. “Manual’s back, man! I swore as a teenager I’d never drive an automatic,” Dixon recalls. “It’s just so cool and takes me back to when I got into racing. Having that substance and that feel of being attached to this thing and shifting gears and even messing up, y’know?” You don’t have to convince me, brother. I’m a believer.

The crew is almost done, the Type R needs new tires, and there’s a light dusting of gravel where Dixon’s been cutting corners, using every inch of track and a few more. It’s been a blast.

Often these superstar drivers become almost faceless: just another list of stats and facts and numbers. But Dixon is a great guy: funny, relaxed, and full of wonderful stories. No ego, at least not in this setting, plenty of charm, and all smiles. And he’s a car enthusiast to the core. If I run into him again someday, somewhere, I probably won’t talk too much about his career and future aspirations. Sorry. But I bet we’ll chat about that day at Willow Springs in a Honda Civic Type R. Oh, and the Ford GT he couldn’t stop talking about. He should have that by now. Like I said, a proper car enthusiast. He’s won a few races in his time too.

Our 2017 Honda Civic Type R

MILES TO DATE 9,642 PRICE $34,775 
(base/as tested) ENGINE 2.0L turbo DOHC 16-valve I-4/306 hp @ 6,500 rpm, 295 lb-ft @ 2,500-4,000 rpm TRANSMISSION 6-speed manual LAYOUT 4-door, 4-passenger, front-engine, FWD hatchback EPA MILEAGE 22/28 mpg (city/hwy) L x W x H 179.4 x 73.9 x 56.5 in WHEELBASE 106.3 in WEIGHT 3,100 lb 0-60 MPH 5.4 sec TOP SPEED 168 mph

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[petaldancing]

yuletide 2018

work has completely robbed me of any energy to write in the second half of 2018, but with yuletide, i’m giving myself that extra push to churn something out! here’s my yuletide letter (and if you dunno what’s yuletide, you can find out more about it here) 

 hello yuletide writer! thanks for taking part this year -- the end of the year is usually such a busy period for everyone, so I really appreciate you taking time out for this and i hope you’ll have fun with my request ❤

i prefer:

gen, het, or femslash

G - M ratings (If M rating, no to underage (below 18 y/o, for me) so please age the characters up if they’re high schoolers in canon.) Nothing makes me happier than a well-placed lovemaking scene in a fic - yes to character-driven, build-up + pay-off! when the sex isn’t the highlight of the story but a nice complement.. wow!! But of course this isn’t a must. 

any length you have in mind for the fic

you to write a story that you’ve been meaning to but haven’t gotten around to! or one that you’d love to have under your belt! (:

i can’t deal with/DNW:drug use, death, gore/violence/assault, dub/noncon, abuse, angst, kinky stuff, unhappy endings

i will cry tears of joy for:

stories focusing on ladies, their r/s (platonic, romantic etc) w other ladies, their characters & motivations beyond just the romance(but i still thrive on romance ahaha)

characters losing themselves but then finding themselves & becoming stronger (w or w/o someone’s help)

(un)resolved sexual tension

unexpected kisses that take both parties by surprise

almost kisses

being trapped in small spaces

characters drifting apart over time but then reconnecting and falling in love again

wacky humour

shoujo tropes used in good doses

unlikely pairings that work

platonic fic on unlikely friends/vitrolic best buds esp between a guy & gal

fics about characters who’ve hardly interacted in canon (!!)

canon divergence (as long as it leads to interesting r/s between characters)

ten years later post-canon fic!! (esp if characters are high-schoolers in canon)

WITCHES! guy witches work too

also love AUs, particularly:

pacific rim AUs

role reversal AUs

okay, now for more specific prompts (if you need em!): 1. Hyouka my most beloved anime series! to say this is my favourite, most precious & treasured piece of fiction would be an understatement!! i love the core cast of 4 friends in any and all permutations, but have an especially weak spot for satomaya BUT ALSO satoshi+chitanda is like, totally overlooked and ignored by evryone and I feel like this must be rectified ships: satoshi/mayaka, houtarou/chitanda but would be also open to mayaka/houtarou or satoshi/chitanda 

prompts (optional, and reused from my 2017 requests because i still wanna read these!)

Mayaka & Houtarou having a huge falling out, like SERIOUS falling out, and it’s up to Satoshi & Chitanda to work together to get the two to make-up and get the group back together!!

Satoshi & Chitanda working together to solve a mystery without the help of Houtarou & Mayaka, who’re usually the two who are better at solving cases!!

Soul Eater AU!! this is a specific AU i’ve had in my head for awhile but would love to read someone’s interpretation of it!! who would be the meisters/weapons, what forms would the weapons take?? a fic where the four find each other and become partners/duos would be worth a BILLION yuletides!!

older!Houtarou/Chitanda who stayed behind for college in Kamiyama visiting Satoshi/Mayaka in the big city/Tokyo (optional as to whether the two pairs are dating yet, but wouldn’t it be wonderful if they weren’t at the start of the fic!!)

any mayaka-centric fic, perhaps a fic about her trying to set Chitanda/Houtarou up? w accomplice Satoshi (+10000 points if she and Satoshi AREN’T DATING! YET! !! COLLAPSES) also i guess it works the other way too!! chitanda trying to get satoshi to confess to mayaka, dragging houtarou along in the process… you know it’s good when both pairs aren’t dating yet

2. A Place Further Than the Universe

um wow this is currently still my favourite anime of 2018 --- another quartet of characters that i completely fell in love with! each of the girls are charming, and their interactions with one another and their growth in the show was so amazing to watch! i want to continue going on adventures with em!

ships: shirase/hinata (height diffs!!!! personality clashes!!!! SIGN ME UP!!), takako/gin (do u ever think about how much gin loves takako and probably blames herself for everything but is still brave enough to go back to Antarctica for her)

prompts:

five years later fic: where has everyone gone, who’s still in touch? hinata thinks she’s over that silly crush she had on shirase when they were teens but then they bump into each other and WOW NOPE WHERE’S THE EXIT she still has feelings for this beautiful idiot!! pls include kimari and yuzuki as the matchmakers hehe

5 times hinata saved shirase, and one time she got saved instead

post-expedition, it is not yuzuki or shirase or kimari who is the most worried about their friend group drifting apart.... it’s hinata, what does she do about it?  

how gin fell in love with takako in highschool, and never stopped (pls dont make this Super Sad, i want to just enjoy girls in love)

a gin + shirase fic would be great too, how both of them cope with takako’s passing

3. Revue Starlight

fierce ladies fighting and loving and sacrificing for one another??? yes please let me read fic about their relationships and dissolve into a teary-eyed mess!!

ships:

- futaba/kaoruko (i love this small but tough bike-riding pink-haired chick and that insufferable blue-haired brat), - claudine/maya (rivals!! who secretly admire each other and view each other in great regard!! who would not want to see anyone else standing in their way!), - hikari/karen (conceptually i love this, but it’s really hikari’s dedication and stubbornness that wins me onto this ship... karen not so much)

prompts: 

five times kaoruko tried to run away, and one time she didn’t

ten years later clau/maya fic -- they’ve graduated from takarazuka, from battling each other, where do they go from here?

pacific rim AU!!! (but like, the pairs should be clau+futaba, hikari+maya, because i love me platonic drift pilots)

letters that hikari wrote for karen, but never sent