#ugh sis rivalry

[beardedmrbean]

Oh yeah the old and new money thing(that the point of rose that she was old money but felt entrap by it hence why Molly Brown and Jack stood out in her memories)

Wait…you knew that…sorry so many people with lack of critical thinking skills

And about the post on here about the American exchange wizard at Hogwarts that casts Glock-19 or something like that.

Key and Peele did a good sketch of it

https://youtu.be/j-2ZxldMO-M?si=3D9CNRhRhBM4vFk5

But the whole guns thing, like when Rowling started to flesh out American Wizarding due to fantastic beasts movies.

Now Rowling did a “okay” job but I feel like there needed to be someone heavily invested in America history needed to help her flesh out stuff

https://harrypotter.fandom.com/wiki/United_States_of_America

Now like she wasn’t completely ignorant, due to the school Ilvermorny being co founded by a no-maj(the American slang for muggles) they are the least elitists Wizarding school and also merged Native American magic in it.

The problem is when Ilvermorny was described when I was…15? 16? Ugh, my mind immediately thought it was a the east coast American wizards school and there was other important ones.

Now she mentioned there was other smaller wizards schools in America…but I always thought illvermorny was like the Harvard where the most wealthy or lucky American wizard can go there. But it still mainly east coast wizards.

Crap I’m going to do a third anon that I saw a lot of HP fans pointed out how magic could works in different parts of the country. And do a fourth one after your responses.

Let just say a certain author in the hp verse might have accidentally spill about a certain group of creatures that exist in his books

Hint the stories heavily take place in Massachusetts and dc got a asylum named after a town from those boons 😉

Oh yeah the old and new money thing(that the point of rose that she was old money but felt entrap by it hence why Molly Brown and Jack stood out in her memories)

The bit in the movie where she tried to get the life boat to go back to look for survivors actually happened, Molly Brown was like that

Wait…you knew that…sorry so many people with lack of critical thinking skills

Old money new money, old money buys a Rolls that they'll have for the next 50 years, new money buys a Ferrari that they'll crash or be bored with in 5 years, ect.

This a quality one, K&P managed to make some quality comedy with decent social commentary here and there too. Office Homophobe and No Offense are personal favs when it comes to that.

Her America line up is just wow, not going to bother picking it apart because I understand fiction, I'd like it if people would stop making the Salem witch trials look thousands of times worse than they were is where I'll end on that.

Now she mentioned there was other smaller wizards schools in America…but I always thought illvermorny was like the Harvard where the most wealthy or lucky American wizard can go there. But it still mainly east coast wizards.

Texas would have a massive one but the east coast wizards would still claim superiority even if they can't magically lasso a cow.

No Maj thing feels silly, why wouldn't they still be muggles, but whateves.

I figure there'd be schools regionally PNW, SoCal ect, US has 6ish times the population of the UK I think, that and our obnoxiously strong independent streak would have us setting up different ones all over the place because of rivalries.

That might just be my brain running that possibility tho.

#zoomer huey anon

[itoshi-s]

omgomg yes rin being mean and sae switching up is sOOOO ugh! so true! sae could be so mean n switch up in an inSTANT cuz of rin </3 god. they r such sister fuckers you cannot convince me otherwise & the sibling rivalry they already have makes so much sense, they both want their little sis so bad but when they’re sharing her, they can’t agree on anything for the life of em >.< im soo lovesick for rin-nii and sae niichan ❤️‍🩹

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RIIIIGHT !! omg nonnie we r on the same wavelength :3 love this for us asdfjgk but no srsly their dynamic is so fucked.. there’s so much to unpack. literally u cannot convince me they would not try & win their imouto over just to spite the other !!!! it just works so well….. they’re polar opposites when it comes to her too, so rly it’s just the best of both worlds :< && the rivalry that goes through the roof when they share hER !!! WHEEEW it takes like 4 business days to recover lol but they’re both so loving :( in their own slightly fucked up ways but. yeah. they’re so lovely oh my god i might need em both >_<

#cw incest/stepcest #✧.* ✉ zari’s mail #🌸 mail: 🪷 nonnie #lovely nonnie i am giving u a big kiss < 3333 we r in this brainrot together !! sobz #the itoshis are siscons this is canon !!!! #there i said it #sae <3 #rin my love

[victimized-martyr]

3, 5, and 9 for the salty ask list

3.Have you ever unfollowed someone over a fandom opinion?

not over an opinion, nah. I like following a variety of ppl w/ varying opinions on a character, ship, or take on the show. I’m a slut for perspective like that. I have unfollowed over ppl’s temperaments tho. Like if they’re an ass who insists a ship is superior to others, or is rude all around i’m like. Bye lol.

5. Has fandom ever ruined a pairing for you?*

I wouldn’t say it’s ruined it for me, but Kyman has this weird rivalry with Style so it’s hard to separate that from Style works or when discussing dynamics. In the meta I’ve found, Kyman or Style, there’s a bitter regard for the “opposing” ship?? like for kyman it’s “Kyle is less empathetic towards Stan, he’s a bad best friend, whereas Kyle is all over Cartman” and for Style it’s “Kyle’s emotions leave him vulnerable to manipulation and bad influence by someone like Cartman, Cartman is heartless and would never care for Kyle like Stan could”. It’s also tiring to see fics where Style is part of the story and everything becomes like a novella. Bro I just wanna laugh and have my ships be funny, what is thiiissss can’t we all just get along?!? Why’s there gotta be this fight over Kyle? I don’t wanna have to be like “Ugh. look everyone, it’s Style” or have that assumption placed on me simply for being a Kyman shipper ;-; i’m just vibin yo.

9. Most disliked character(s)? Why?

Ohh sis I greatly dislike Randy. I tolerated him in the early seasons and then everything went downhill from there jfkfkfj. It’s strictly personal preference. He shares a lot of qualities with Garrison and Cartman, Stan too later in the show, so it’s weird that I enjoy their characters but not Randy’s. He’s missing something in the secret sauce for me. Maybe it’s the fact he’s attracted to animals? Or maybe it’s his mustache…

#asks #I kinda sat confused in front of my phone like. well he’s hedonistic self serving dramatic narcissistic bigoted ignorant #like. Trey loves writing his characters like this?? #maybe it’s the fact he doesn’t love sharon lmao #poor sharon :( i don’t know what she ever saw in him

[fuwua]

rivalry for the spot as hinata's setter

#miya atsumu #kageyama tobio #hinata shoyo #haikyuu #haikyuu manga #chapter 381 #ugh sis rivalry #this tension #i'm–

[dontcallmecarrie]

No Hero [And Not Made Of Stone]

...I’ve got nothing. Not even sure where the idea came from, but as per usual, the moment my brain had an idea it immediately took it by both hands and ran with it so here you go. Name for this AU might change, but for now here have another song lyric [from Five Finger Death Punch’s “Wrong Side of Heaven”]

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Warnings: mild profanity, dysfunctional families, a metric buttload of gender and identity issues, because the protagonist is a possibly agender character [their stance on gender can be summed up as “huh, those parts are new. Weird. Moving on”]. Not exactly Tony-friendly at times, but not for the reasons you’d think. 

To sum up: haven’t done a SI-OC fic before, let’s see how it goes. Under the cut, because RIP mobile users otherwise.

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Justin Hammer’s name wasn’t always Justin Hammer.

He doesn’t really remember what it was anymore, but he knows that much.

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Honestly? This ‘memories of another world’ thing was more a pain in the ass than anything else, at least at first.

It might’ve been cool if they remembered something useful— concrete dates, specific innovations, hell, even any tips of what stocks to invest in— but no, they had to get short end of the stick with weird dreams, identity crises, and a longing for a family they’d never had.

Oh, and another round of puberty, because of why the hell not. Like last time hadn’t been enough of a pain in the ass.

Ugh. They wanted a refund.

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...okay, so it probably could’ve been worse. 

Justin has vague recollections of going to sleep hungry, of huddling with their younger sibling under blankets because their parents couldn’t pay the electrical bill— so really, in the great scheme of things, being born as part of the 1% this round was. Something.

Trippy as hell, is what it was, honestly.

This family was loaded, and under other circumstances, they might’ve even been able to enjoy it— if, y’know, they hadn’t had the incredibly shitty luck of being born two years before Tony Stark.

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“Look at what he’s doing, that could be you” this, “study hard, he’s going to be your rival” that— geez, if any other kid had been in Justin’s shoes, he would not have envied them. 

If he didn’t already have a firmly established sense of self, it would have been a mindfuck of a childhood because for some reason, his father kept comparing them? And yeah, Justin could kinda see some of the parallels— they were about the same age, both firstborn sons and heirs to their parents’ respective companies— but that’s about where the similarities ended.

Look, Justin wasn’t a genius, okay? He was fairly bright for his age, but...he wasn’t a one-in-a-million prodigy. And, up until he was 6, that had been acceptable.

But then the press went wild because oh, look, Howard’s son built a circuit board at age four, and it all went downhill from there because suddenly, being normal wasn’t good enough. Not for his parents, anyway.

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Sometimes, he wondered what would’ve happened if it had been another kid in his shoes— how they would’ve handled the small army of private tutors and the extra classes they kept being signed up for in the hopes of finding something they excelled in.

The pressure of constantly being compared to a once-in-a-generation prodigy, and always being found wanting.

Justin wasn’t afraid of hard work— but it was grating, even for him. 

Really, just about the only silver lining to this ‘second life’ thing was his adorable little sister, Stephanie.

She, at least, looked up to him: her gap-toothed smile didn’t hold any expectations for anything other than the piggyback rides he regularly offered, and this time he didn’t even have to worry about medical bills, or—

Anyway.

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His family and the Starks run in the same social circles, because of course they do. 

Now that he’s getting older, Justin’s being dragged along to all of the fancy shindigs with his parents, and it’s only due to two lifetimes’ worth of self-control that keeps his polite smile from wavering when he’s introduced to the bane of his existence.

“Hi, my name’s Tony Stark.” The little brat said, and Justin bit back a sigh as he shook his hand.

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...so, the Stark heir his father wanted to be his rival was a kid. Actually a kid, which just made this mess that much more pathetic because part of Justin had almost been starting to want to buy into this rivalry thing, but.

In this life, and the last one, they’d been an older sibling.

This time, despite everything, he could tell he was softer— he had never gone to bed hungry, never had to worry about the roof over his head, or being solely responsible for his younger sibling’s health and safety— but.

Old habits die hard. 

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Of course Justin’s father hears “the Starks are sending their seven-year-old heir to boarding school” and thinks “good idea, why didn’t I think of that?” 

Of course.

Of fucking course.

Steph had cried when they’d packed their things, and for that alone, Justin would never forgive their parents.

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The other brats at boarding school are more invested in the Hammer-Stark rivalry than they are.

...this was going to be a long 9 years, wasn’t it.

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One of the perks to going to one of the most elite boarding schools in the world was the options. Certainly, Justin doubted other places offered skiing and fencing and over eleven languages in their electives. 

Not that he was complaining: it was definitely a way to keep busy, certainly much better than the constant attempts at one-upmanship that came part and parcel with cramming the richest heirs, heiresses, and honest-to-goodness royalty in one place. 

At the end of the day, though, they were all kids. Bratty, entitled little shits who were still at the stage where they constantly went “my father will hear about this!” and Justin had way better things to do with his time than engage in those petty little playground attempts at power plays. 

So he dove into everything the school had to offer, bouncing from elective to elective like a ping pong ball, and trying not to think too hard as to why Spanish had come so easily to him, though he’d never studied it before— or why he’d felt a pang when the instructor had congratulated him on his accent. 

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Somewhere down the line, Justin...kinda made a name for himself? Apparently?

Ugh, they’d never understand these people. 

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Okay, so apparently he’d kinda become an older brother figure of sorts to the brats around here? Somehow? Even though he hadn’t exactly been planning on doing anything of the sort when he saw an underclassman struggling during practice, or stopped fights before they could start in the common room because he’d just sat down and didn’t have the patience to move all his stuff somewhere else to study.

Didn’t make sense to him, but apparently it was enough for some of the professors to write ‘good leadership skills’ on his transcripts, so whatever.

As a bonus, it made his old man happy. Not that Justin gave a damn about what he thought about him personally, but the increase in his ‘allowance’ [it was in the triple digits, like hell he was calling it that] was nice.

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Among the hobbies Justin bounced between, there were a few that raised more eyebrows than others.

Knitting, for instance, was something some of the more annoying brats liked to laugh about. They eased up when they found out he sent the scarves and hats he made to his little sister, but... eh, whatever. 

Sewing, too— apparently it was okay if it was framed as a Boy Scout-esque ‘know the basics so you can always be prepared!’ way, but the moment he did any sort of embroidery there went his respectability. 

Well, at least nobody gave him a hard time about cooking. But then, his chilaquiles had some of these guys’ eyes watering just from the smell of it, so. 

It still didn’t sit well with him sometimes— kinda like how puberty had Not Been Fun on a number on levels, but hey, if all else failed, he could just ignore it harder. 

It hadn’t failed him yet.

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Stephanie insisted on going to boarding school with him when she got to the age he’d been shipped off at.

It was...nice, having his little sister around again. 

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It was a good thing Justin had been okay with being designated the heir of Hammer Industries, because Steph was... exactly like he remembered her.

Cheerful, upbeat, startlingly devious and manipulative when she wanted to be, and just a tad bit spoiled.

...okay, so Justin had probably contributed a bit to that last one. In his defense, he’d been doing his best to shield his sister from the staggeringly high expectations he himself had to deal with, but look, he wanted at least one of them to have some semblance of a happy childhood, okay? 

Goodness knew he hadn’t [not this time, nor the last].

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Stephanie wasn’t interested in the family business, was more interested in pursuing a career in the arts.

Justin, of course, encouraged her wholeheartedly.

Their parents weren’t entirely happy about it, but...wasn’t like they had much to complain about. Not when Justin was always in the top ten of his year, not when the professors practically gushed over his responsibility and work ethic. 

He was no Tony Stark, but he’d made a name for himself nonetheless.

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“So, we’re supposed to be rivals?” The bane of his existence said once, at yet another gala. “Howard says so, anyway.”

“Seems that way,” Justin shrugged as they pilfered a flute from a nearby table, carefully not commenting on how he’d referred to his father by his first name. Talk about a strained relationship, right there.

“You’re not really acting like one.”

“Well,” Justin sipped at his flute before making a face when he discovered it was champagne and not apple cider like he’d hoped, “it’s nothing personal, just business. Healthy competition, y’know? Someone’s got to.”

Stark eyed him for a moment, before giving him a brilliant smile. “You know, I think I’d like that.” 

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Justin would never, ever understand these people.

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In the time Justin Hammer got his degree in business, Tony Stark got several Ph.Ds. 

Not that he envied him: the idea of being shoved into the limelight after losing his entire family? Hard pass.

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For some reason, Tony Stark seemed to think they were friends.

Why.

Sure, Justin tried to be as cordial with him as he did with anyone else, but... how on Earth did that translate into being friends?

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“You look at him like he’s a kid,” Steph says once, laughing, “you look at all of us that way, haven’t you noticed?”

“Well, to be fair—”

“You’re only a few years older than us, but you keep acting like you’re dad. More like a dad than our actual dad, sometimes,” her smile dropped for a moment, “don’t think I forgot that time he didn’t even call for your birthday.”

Justin made a face. “But what’s that got to do with anything?”

She sighed, then gave him a smile and a look he couldn’t decipher. “You’ll figure it out eventually.”

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By the time Justin Hammer became the CEO of Hammer Industries, Tony Stark had held the same post in his company for over half a decade. 

Yet...well, something weird was going on.

Maybe it was because Justin’d had more time to prepare for the cutthroat world that was the defense industry, but— 

For some reason, he couldn’t help but think Tony was softer than he’d thought.

No-brainer contracts that would have been a cinch to broker, passed over simply because their distributors didn’t pass their incredibly high standards; buyers who wanted in, but whose past associations— very, very far in the past— meant SI didn’t even consider them. 

Justin couldn’t understand it. 

For someone in the industry, Stark’s morals were...unusual. Respectable, from one perspective, but remarkably naive from any self-respecting businessman who wanted to turn a profit. 

He was fairly certain the only reason Stark Industries was considered number one in the sector was because of the constant influx of new designs; they just were turning down too many contracts for him to consider otherwise. 

Sure, sometimes Hammer weapons found themselves in the wrong hands— much more often than Stark weapons, regrettably— but it was one of the hazards that came with the business. They’d both known it from the get-go; Stark weapons were considered the best for a reason, even though somewhere down the line, his company’d gotten a reputation for no-frills dependability and ruggedness to the point where unscrupulous individuals would do anything to get their hands on either. Wasn’t like there was anything they could do about it, not when money talked in ways laws didn’t.

Why Stark was so hung up over it, he just. Couldn’t wrap his head around.

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Stark was proclaimed dead, and there was strong evidence to indicate the attackers had been using his guns.

...well, fuck.

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“This is fine,” Justin muttered as his personal headache proceeded to come back from the dead only to say his company was going to stop doing the thing it was known for and making an ungodly mess in the stock market while at it, “it’s not like it affects me, anyway.”

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Overnight, Hammer Industries became number one in the defense sector. 

Justin was not a happy camper about the spotlight.

Even more so, when he had to take additional measures so his sister could continue enjoy the privacy she’d had after pursuing her dreams as an artist because the press didn’t want to leave well enough alone.

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“You know, you could’ve given me a warning.” Justin scowled when he saw Tony at the next gala.

“You handled it well enough, didn’t you?”

Ugh. 

His headache was back, and worst part was, the smile he got more than made up for it.

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...and then I kinda ran out of steam.

tl;dr: MCU canon had Justin Hammer as a foil to Tony Stark, here their dynamic is more along the lines of Beethoven and Mozart [one really respecting the other’s genius, and working their butt off to get to that level of respectability and general acclaim].

in this AU, Stark Industries is kind of like Apple— very futuristic high-tech stuff, all the bells and whistles going on, etc, whereas Hammer Industries is the Nokia in this analogy: not fancy in the slightest but as close to indestructible as it gets. 

#No Hero [And Not Made Of Stone] #No Hero [Downward Descending] #My writing #character study of sorts #fic idea #fic ideas #3 am musings #kinda #also #does it count if said 'fic idea' is over 2k long?

[shelby-love]

FRED WEASLEY

Battle of Hogwarts

Requested: yes (by anonymous)

Prompts: none (Voldemort’s lines (cursive) are from the movie)

Warning(s): mentions of death, angst

Word count: 1.9K

Author’s note: I’m weak guys I literally cried while writing this. UGH! Movie 8 is so freaking devastating how can it be someone’s favorite?? If it’s your fav than you’re a freaking soldier! Anyhow, enjoy this because we all know Freddie deserves it! God I wish he lived :’( In the movie I mean lmaooo 💀

Link to Voldy’s little whispering announcement is here! Recommend watching it so you get the feels.

The once peaceful night had turned into a rampage in a matter of seconds. Just 16 hours prior to the battle you were sleeping late with Fred at the Burrow, inhaling his familiar scent until it lulled you back to sleep eventually.

Now you stand filthy, with cuts and bruises all over your body, looking around as the school you had attended not too long ago became a battleground for all witches and wizards.

Tears threatened to spill down your cheeks, the sickly smiles the Death Eaters pranced around with suddenly being too scary to look at. The wind was no calmer than yourself - it blew harshly, pushing your hair violently to one side while you turned your head to look the other way. Death Eaters had penetrated Hogwarts and you were all alone to fight off the first wave.

Jets of green light flew past you in the heat of the moment, missing you by a tiny fraction of an inch. You ducked behind a fallen statue doing your best to ignore the never ending screams of curses. A giant plotted around the debris, walking in a semi-circle while trying to catch a few wizards onto his half-moon shaped weapon of choice.

No one had your back, only the stone statue you trusted enough to lean your back against.

The sight before you was truly terrifying. So many memorable places had turned upside down into something you didn't recognize. Didn't try to recognize. So many memories were squished into anguish. Pain.

Fear for your loved ones.

"Fred!" You screamed out in terror. Your boyfriend was not by your side, having split up from you when he went after his older brother Percy. You didn't see him anywhere since that moment on, but perhaps that was a good thing. Fred wasn't outside to see what the grounds has turned into. He wasn't there to hear the despairing screams that surrounded you. "Fred!"

Another burst of green had escaped from someone's wand, sneaking up to your body with force. The death curse awaited you - no one could deny it.

But something blocked it. A surge of light - pure bright light - blinded you for several seconds before it died down to a spark, leaving you squinting your eyes at the savior in gratitude.

"You really think I'd let my future sister-in-law die like that?" Said George, his voice unmistakably similar to Fred's. It wrapped around you like a cloak of protection, reassuring you that there was still hope.

That you weren't alone.

"You're alive!" Your voice, unlike George's, lost all its light as you staggered to your feet hastily.

"Course I am," said George teasingly though his dashing smile turned into a thin line of worry fairly quickly. He grasped your elbow and dragged straight inside until you met the corridors you roamed around your entire adolescent life. Without a choice but with full trust, you followed after George, watching as the robes on his shoulders held themselves on by mere threads, his whole body blackened by the smoke. Just like yours.

Panic flared within you. You could hear even more screams inside the school - the only place that was free of tall, monstrous giants with voices that shook the ground like bombs.

People, good and bad, screamed out both curses and jinxes while dueling. Your head snapped into different directions every second you were inside, readying your body to defend yourself.

George stopped suddenly, pushing you back behind him and blocking an unavoidable Avada Kedavra before turning back to you. He looked panicked, "Find Fred! He's on the seventh-floor corridor with Perce! Go!"

"I can't leave you, George!" You bellowed in between screaming a jinx at a dark hooded Death Eater.

"I don't think you have much of a choice in this matter, sis!" He said without a backward glance, hurling you into the opposite direction with a mere swipe of his wand. "Go!"

And so you listened, running off to find the man you loved while leaving his brother behind with a heavy heart.

The long-lost piece to your heart, although the piece that belonged to George since birth.

Fred.

You ran forwards through the halls you knew like your own home representing a mad-woman. Every so often, after cursing a different Death Eater through the window you would glance around and choke back a sob.

The halls, per se, weren't as devastating to see; it was the lack of greeting smiling faces that once stood proudly up on the walls that broke your heart. The people from the pictures had disappeared, no longer greeting you in passing like before.

Just then the sound of thunder penetrated through the land, like a storm greeting you on the doorstep. The room began to tremble, your head pulsing to the point you thought it would explode.

And then His voice echoed.

"You have fought valiantly... but in vain. I do not wish this. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a terrible waste."

You dug your hands into your hair like doing so would push Him out.

It didn't.

Although His whispers remained there, His influence did not.

Only at the sight of Fred backed up against the wall with Augustus Rookwood at his feet did Voldemort's voice drain down your ears into oblivion. He had his wand pointed to Fred whose own wand had been knocked out of his hold, disarming him.

Power surged through your being and without much thinking, a bright light of a jinx blasted out your wand, neatly hitting the Death Eater making him drop his wand and crumble to the ground like a pile of ash.

You drew in a suffocating gasp for air and dropped to your knees, a wave of wet tears threatening to spill over like a river. Augustus blew away with the wind, leaving only the two of you alone.

For now.

Instinctively, you cupped Fred's cheeks with your shaky hands and pressed your forehead against his. The whispering was getting too much. "Shh...you're okay..."

"I therefore command my forces to retreat. In their absence, dispose of your dead with dignity."

"Y/N?"

"N-no, don't speak Freddie," you murmured sadly, shakily brushing a strand of his hair while pinning his eyes into yours to distract him from the whispers. 

He did as you said, locking his eyes with yours and not looking away until it was over. "Fred I love you."

"Harry Potter, I speak now directly to you. On this night you have allowed your friends to die for you rather than face me yourself. There is no greater dishonor. Join me in the Forbidden Forest. If you do not do this, I shall kill every last man, woman and child who tries to conceal you from me."

And just like that, the castle became unnervingly quiet. Every blast of light that sparked around was no more than a lingering smell in the air, unharmful to anyone - rendered completely useless. 

You didn't know for how long this eerie bit of peace and quiet would last, but you were going to use it up completely. 

"I-I..." Fred started, although no more words followed after that. He swallowed the rest of the thought heavily, instead letting you silently help him stagger to the Great Hall. 

You tried not to look at the blood, but how could you not? It was everywhere, littering the walls and walkway even though no physical contact had to be made in order to kill someone using magic. It just comes to show just how merciless the dark followers truly are. You bit down on your trembling lip, suppressing the dark thoughts that invaded your mind.

Fred had thought the same apparently as he looked just as broken and tired as you did when you stopped in the doorway of the Hall, not knowing what awaited for you beyond those doors. 

The room that used to be the liveliest place on earth shuddered with silence, only footsteps could be heard. Tears rounding up as a close second. 

People were bawling. Although quietly, as if the fallen were asleep.

The house tables, the tables of pronounced rivalry between the four houses were gone. What crowded the room were the people, their arms around each other's necks. The injured were being treated but the dead lied in the middle of the hall. 

Your friends mourned their loved ones; professors sat quietly by the side, looking grim but with hope still glimmering in their eyes; kids who you had nothing to do with during your schooling suddenly felt like the closest of friends, their closed eyelids will never open again. It tore your heart.

The first of many sobs escaped. You paused ever so slightly, pushing Fred back too without even realizing it. Breathing became harder, your lungs became tighter. Life was too harsh at that moment.

Inhale. Exhale.

"Y/N hey," said Fred softly, cupping your chin with utmost of care. Almost as if he was scared a simple touch could break you. "It's okay. Look at me, love."

You shook your head, unable to do as he said, "Fred? Y/N?"

Both Fred and you glanced at George who was standing amidst the crowd, looking worse than he did before. But at least he had a smile.

"Go." You gave Fred a simple nod, and he didn't even waste a second. Both brothers ran for each other, winding their arms around each other's necks. You could hear their cries of agony and the falling tears, so you turned your head to hide your own set of tears. All you could do was release the emotions, you came to realize.

There was something about the twins, as if they felt what no one in the world could. Perhaps that's what made them so close, a joy to be around really. Like many, they fought, but then they simply synchronized at the right time and all became good again.

There was something about knowing that the love of your life's brother was okay that made the world a bit more bearable. George was a part of Fred no one could replace - you, Molly, Arthur, Ron, ... You didn't want to live to see the day Fred mourns over his brother too soon.

But Fate smiled down on you, reuniting the two soulmates as a gift to the world.

Ginny walked toward you so quietly you almost failed to notice her, but when you did your lips curled sadly; her face was swollen, and she looked to be in a great deal of pain, but she hugged you tightly despite it. Your arms mimicked her own, pulling her close until the comfort balanced out.

Soon, the rest of the Weasleys joined, showing just how grateful they were for each of their kids. Hermione and you closed in on them too, and they immediately pulled you into the group, showering you with love while your parents couldn’t.

Remus and Tonks looked peaceful, looking as if they were resting while laying down next to each other, their hands touching. You didn't have the heart to wake them, you decided. Instead, you kneeled down and thanked them. Promised them that their son would learn and grow up to be just like the two of them.

You yearned not to feel, but that was simply not possible. So, you turned to Fred, tears travelling down your cheeks, every thought fried and cluttered - his eyes dimmed sadly. Fred reached out and pulled you to him, hugging you securely, his strong arms becoming a shield of love no one could break. You felt his tears travel down your neck and that urged more of your own to fall down too.

When you finally parted, you looked deeply into his eyes, letting him wipe your tears away. "Please don't leave again." The words barely managed to break out as the sobs you started to withhold chocked your voice back. Fred's eyes softened, his chin rested on top of your head when he brought you back to him. His arms clenched you tighter this time, like a promise.

"I'll never leave you again. I promise."

MASTERLIST

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[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

Ishqbaaz Liveblog, E1: Yeh Lo, Intro Waala Episode Aa Gaya

Nahi nahi, don't be afraid. I'll never leave IPK. I was just craving desi trash with our favorite tropes and classic scenes and @tellywoodtrash has convinced me that IB fits the bill rather spectacularly.

And since it's me - toh iska and things that could have been in IPK ka lamba segment toh hoga. And things that IPK did better.

In short it's this one clip of Omkara and Gauri that's been floating in my head, that's everything Khushi should've said to Arnav convinced me to watch this.

Beware, I'm very bhadda at liveblogging but please enjoy the ride.

Also - this is all for Gauri and TTji.

Love,

S

Episode 1 - Yeh Lo, Intro Waala Episode Aa Gaya

- Yo Ganpati, namaste.

- Full on K3G vibes with all the bros doing aarti.

- Aaah, Omkara ke baal. Totes need his shampoo.

- WTF, who's making himself a candle and doing live aarti to Ganpati - #ganpatinotimpressed.

- I already wanna kill the editor.

- Dadi/Nani (not sure) is cool. Okay she's Dadi.

- Dadi already giving romantic tips, I stan with Dadi. I love old people recounting prem kahanis. I don't get it, with Nani of IPK and Dadi of IB being so romantic, what happened with their grandsons?

- Aye haye, OG Ishqbaaz is Dadaji. DUDEEEE I'd legit watch a spinoff of badass Dadi and badass Dada in their 60s/70s! (Hate the echo effect, whyyyyy, Dadi is anyways doing mast acting, why do the effect).

- OK I LOVE DADI, SHE IS PRECIOUS AND I WANT A SPINOFF. SHE LOVES HER DEAD HUBBY SO MUCH. I'LL BE LIKE HER WHEN I'M OLD.

- Okay, despite having a great lovestory their oldest - Tej - seems off.

- YAY, he had bodyguards. But based on IPK experience the guards disappear post episode 1.

- Random chashma waala here, will he get slapped like Mool Rajani?

- Ok Tej dude is a film dialogue writer in his heart.

- Wait does Dadi have all crappy children.

- Shakti is weirddddd! Smart, but deceitful - I like his vibes, his dialogues and double standard. I like Shakti. OOOH BHAI BHAI RIVALRY. It's nice to see older characters have solid roles.

- KIS BAAT KO? KAUNSA BAAT BHOOL CHUKE? Aye haye, mystery vibes - yes. Back when everything was not released in promos and we had something to look forward to in the show.

- Arrey Dadi, none of your sons turned out happy?

- Ok, here's the comedy of the show - the bahus. THIS WOMAN IS MANORAMA'S COUSIN FOR SURE. I'm not happy they chose a dark skinned woman as a stereotype for comedy.

- Woah, we have an alcoholic here.

- How did these people end up with Om and Rudy? How did these two ka kids turn out ok?

- Double shut up and shut up? Lol.

- Wait so Dadi had great marriage but shit kids, yet her shit kids ended up having great kids? #sowhatdoesthatmean

- Hi Shivaay, ooh I like the music here. 

- OOOH HI ANIKA! WITH LAAL DUPATTA! I like the softness in the music here. Surbhi is soooo young here! Wait they're already meeting?!

- SHIVAAY LOOKS NICE, HOPE HE DOESN'T OPEN HIS MOUTH AND SAY SOMETHING STUPID.

- OFC THEY ARE FATED.

- OFC THE sunglass nikaalna. Would he be a 4 lions hero if he didn't do that?

- Ugh, corruption in bhagvaangiri, FOLLOW THE LINE SHIVAAY!

- Anika, chill. Ah, VALID POINT! VALID POINT!

- Pandit ji, you totes not nice. You should prachaar equality and shit, not teach people about khandaan and stuff.

- Hah Anika, get that pandit ji! Yes woman you have your own identity.

- Hi Nakuul's blye eyes.

- AND THE GHOORING STARTS.

- I don't like the cgi mandir tho.

- SHIVAAY I WILL FREAKING SLAP YOU. HE BROKE ALL RECORDS. HE DIDN'T OPEN HIS MOUTH AND I WANT TO SLAP HIM? WTF? HE'S IN A MANDIR!

- GANESH JI, THROW A FLYING COCONUT AND-

- Le, meri jooti ke keemat bhi lele! Shivji, the dude you’re named after hates you too.

- Aah, Tej and all are behind making their kid the heir.

- Wait, comedy aunty ka beta is Shivaay? Yeh kaise hua?

- ANIKA CLASS LE ISKA! 4Lions has a different level of addiction to sunglass scenes.

- Oh I like the bg here!

- ARREY WHAT A SHOT! I TOLD YOU TO BREAK HIS HEAD AND YOU BROKE HIS CAR! ANIKA WE’RE TELEPATHICALLY CONNECTING RIGHT NOW!

*me and anika*

- I have to find this editor and ask why... why? Why this Matrix shot all of a sudden?

- Not a fan of the editing but what bg and what car breaking! Wah, I love this. DUDE TOTES DESERVES THIS! 

- I’m anti violence but THIS IS PAYOFF! 

- Why the wind tho? It’s not a Rabba Ve - I mean Jaana. So why the wind? Please for the love of God don’t play Oh Jaana, it was sweet as intro but they need time-- ok they started playing Oh Jaana. 

- Don’t guys.... I loved this face off and the other music. Kyun?

- I will ship them, the show doesn’t need to make it obvious. 

- EWW THE CGI OF PHONE BREAKING. I don’t like his aggression - bitwa needs help. 

- OM IS HERE!!!! GUYS OM IS HEREEEEEEEEEEEE. CRORES? FOR BEING AN ARTIST? SIGN ME UP! 

- OM IS CHASHMISH? Woah dude, you’re my weird alter ego with better hair. Also, I think you’d put the red lines later? But cool location. I already shipping you with Gauri <3

- Damn he’s handsome *cough cough* Long hair? Intellectual type? Focused? That’s my kryptonite.

- Dude is melancholic, with Kal Ho Na Ho in the bg. All ok boo? WOAH he’s TEJ’S SON???? No wonder dude’s got issues. 

- Oh Dad Issues. Can’t call his dad dad... if my dad was Tej I’d... probs do the same. 

- I can’t believe Shivaay is these two jokers ka beta. 

- But I completely believe that Omkara is these two f-ck up’s son. Good job on casting and chemistry. 

- OOOH, family rivalry. I like this. There’s shit lot to unpack.

- Poor Dadi. 

- LOOOOL, RUDYYYY GONNA GET AN INTRO NOW!!! 

- Aunty, question your own beta before other women. 

- Hi Cutie! In our sweet line of NK, Joey <3 I feel older protective sis vibes towards this baby. 

- Lol, Nani from IPK would get a heart attack seeing his dance on ‘Character Dheela!’

- Bhai bhakt, that’s good.

- Ah the middle generation of Oberois still having rivalry over heir shit. 

- BROS PLEASE MAKE AN ENTRY TOGETHER. PROVE YOUR RUDE PARENTS WRONG. 

- I PREDICTED THE FUTURE!

- I am Dadi right now.  

- I’m preemptively getting mad at how they’re gonna ruin a show with a really good premise!

- The boys doing a total advertisement for themselves. Yeh lo, Tinder bios.

“I know you were trouble when you walked in,” Omkara Oberoi. Daddy Issues. Extremely intellectual. Hot. Has Brains. Even tempered. If Akash was expanded as a character with issues. 

“I JUST MET YOU, THIS IS CRAZY, HERE’S MY NUMBER, CALL ME BABY” Rudy. Bhaiyas took all the brains so here are the brawns. This is NK in another universe.

“Who the fuck made my Tinder?” *crashes phone* Arnav who prays, with more issues, I didn’t think this was possible. 

- The End - 

Phew I enjoyed this - see me tomorrow with Episode 2! 

#ib #ishqbaaz #jalebi watches something else #ishqbaaz liveblog #liveblog #tellywoodtrash made me do this #tere liye ttji

[brightmalcolm]

With that one clip of Malcolm and Ainsley at the debutante school, I first thought Ooh getting some sibling rivalry! Now seeing all the clips together I'm not so sure. ok a bit buuut -- Malcolm doesn't like this place especially with how they treated Ainsley. Maybe that was partly him going nope you had your time hurting Ainsley years ago, lady. Not today! He SHOULD let Ains help so she can deal with her past the way she wants but Malcolm doesn't make great choices when protecting baby sis! Lol

Malcolm needs to put more trust in Ainsley and let her do her own thing sometimes. It’s like how he kept trying to control the interview Ainsley was doing in eye of the needle. But UGH I love protective Malcolm, they need to learn to do stuff together actually 😌

#flynnboyant #answered

[recs99]

COMP RECS: girls love, please

Something new! 

So far, I usually talk about one specific book and try to explain my feelings about said book. However, it takes quite some time to pull myself together and try to express my feelings into comprehensible sentances, but I have so many things I want to share, so I made this list. 

I love reading an assortment of genres, but sometimes I feel like GL is overshadowed, so I want to share some that I really liked. There’s quite a few, so it’s under the cut. 

It’s not ordered from best to worst or anything, but I put some pretty promising works at the top ( like the first uhh 4/5ish books, after that, its all fair game)...here we go! It’s gonna be informal, a little messy, and maybe not the most informative but with all sincerety please do check out these works. 

TAMEN DE GUSHI - Tan Jiu

Adorable pairing, Comedy, High school, Pretty art, a PINCH of angst, Hard Fluff. Full colour, the gif above

This story tells in clips of a popular tomboyish high school girl and her bold moves to courting the sweet, cute girl in from another highschool. This manhua is debatably the most hilarious and most well known yuri work out there. It is certainly worthy too. I always find myself revisiting this one, and it makes me smile like a weirdo every time. I love how Lover A is usually this smooth cool girl but when she’s with Lover B she gets all excited and shy and happy,...ugh its just so much and I am here for their relationship its so cute and I just get so warm and fuzzy.... okay next.

TANKOBU - Kuwabara

High school, Pretty art, Fluff, what more can I ask for really. 

Starts off sort of like a rivalry, ends with nice nice romance. 

SHE IS STILL CUTE TODAY - Guo Si Te

Cuteness ensues, Comedy, High school, Pretty art, a PINCh and a half of angst, overall cuteness, Full colour

Sort of like, smart-pretty girl x misunderstood silly academically poor girl. Also very cute, how Lover B becomes huge personified samoyed happy dog.

PRISM - Higashiyama Shou

High school, Very Pretty Art, touches on more heavier topics like homophobia (only a bit tho) overall a soft feeling, mild mild angst,

ELEVATOR RIDE IN THE MORNING - Whisky

Short one- shot, Office workers, Full colour, Pretty art

Well it’s pretty clear that this story is about an elevator ride in the morning, and the story is perfectly short. It lets you use your imagination in how the ending continues, which I like. 

INNER REVOLUTION - Yoshitomi Akihito

Seriously cute, Fluff, MILD limey smut, its a smooch mostly, High school, One shot

A short story about the blooming love between two girls in the hot summer. Okay, this is a really short review, but I seriously adore this author's writing and their storylines. They have a few other works too, which are also soft girls love stories. This is super cute, please read it.

SCHOOL NINGYO - Yoshitomi Akihito

Hmm not so its not really gl based but still good, 

s l i g h t horror but only a tiny miniscule amount, Gore, Unrequited love, Mermaids, Love ritual, Fun storyline, Interconnected one-shots A secret love ritual for high school girls. The story goes that if you eat a specific mermaid's skin, your love will be requited. There is of course, a price that may be paid.

There’s one particular arc that had a tablespoon of gl in it and I really liked it so thats why this series is here. (ch9, to be exact.)

ch4 - ch6 is also mild gl so if you’re only here for that then .. yeah here it is. Though I do strongly encourage you to read it all; it’s really interesting.

VIRGIN’S EMPIRE - Kishi Torajirou

Multiple pairings, Highschool, Some nudity..uh but not explicit most of the time, Fluff, More friendship based, 

It’s more undertones of romance between girls; more platonic but mildly spicy. Honestly not my favourite but I put it here ‘cuz I do like their relationships to a certain degree. 

#gl recs #reading recs #book recs #manga recs #recs list #girls love #yuri genre #iwantagirlfrien;; #romance recs #romance #one shot recs #yuri recs #recs #rec list

[bom-bombon]

Texas?

Yeehaw

Name: Sebastian Inglesias

While Texas does have a second last name because he’s Hispanic, he decided to drop it. I know many Hispanic who have either both of their parents’ names and of only their fathers’ last name with the former being more common. Those with one last name has less complications with paperwork, applications, etc., than with those with two last names. Considering all this, I think that Texas would drop the second last name to make his life more easier.

Age: 27-29

Gender: Cis male

Ethnicity/Race: Hispanic (Mestizo)

Siblings: Coahuila (perhaps Chihuahua and Nuevo Leon too but it’s still a wip)

Height: 5′11 (180.34 cm)

He’s sad that he’s not 6′0. He may be taller than some of his fellow Mexican brethren, but he gets reminded that he’s not the tallest in the Union, or at the very least, he’s not 6′0. This annoys him to no end.

Relations:

-Arizona: They’re buddies. They both share a love for guns, have similar conservative ideologies, and they love a/c. No matter how much New Mexico tries to discourage Arizona from talking to him, Arizona just doesn’t care. He thinks that Texas is cool (which fuels his already big ego)

-Arkansas: They get along. That’s it. I suppose that sometimes he does call her Ar-kansas and she don’t talk to him for a whole day after that, but they’re cool nonetheless.

-California: They don’t like each other. He finds her annoying and thinks she’s an idiot. When she was first introduced to the states, he thought that they could be together and be some sort of duo. But they thought different things and it upset him. To him, it almost felt like betrayal because he thought he knew her and she supported and admired him. So why doesn’t she support him now? Today, they just bicker and often start arguments. Both of their egos will never let it go and make up.

-Coahuila: It’s complicated. Coahuila was enraged when Texas broke away from her and even more so when the US helped. While I’m not sure their relationship was during this time period, I do know that they didn’t talked for a while. Texas believed he was doing the right thing in following his own dreams. Though that is debatable at best. Nowadays, they get along well and Coahuila sometimes invite him to parties. Sometimes…

-Louisiana: They chill with each other. Louisiana, although criticizes him on some occasions, think he’s a nice guy. He has helped her in the past and she no doubts never forgot about it, so she helps him whenever she can. They’re also dumbasses together so that’s fun too.

-Minnesota: They’re together! Minnie is like 6’2 so she calls Texas cute for being tiny and he loves and hates it!! They are both tough as nails. For example, Minnie surprised him by beating him on a mechanical bull, Virginia complained about how strong Minnesota was during the Civil War, and Montana always remarks about how Minnie was the only other state who can keep up with her in the World Wars. And Texas is Texas. They are both incredibly sweet in relationships. Minnesota is known for being nice and it’s tru. Texas in relationships is sort of like the Latin Lover, excluding the constant need for uhh bedroom stuff. They are both gentle to each other out of respect and always get each other meaningful gifts. Not to mention the daily reminders of “you’re beautiful” or “you’re my sunshine”, they’re too pURE. They both like similar hobbies such as watching and playing football, taking care of animals, and roasting the hell out of people. Texas helps Minnie into confronting problems and people

Minnie: Idk how to tell them

Texas: It’s easy, I’ll show you how

Texas: Hey New York!

New York: I’m not listening…

Texas: New York!

New York: *looks up*

Texas: I like your shirt but I don’t like you!

She teaches him about considering other’s feelings. Sometimes Texas is too caught up about himself to realize how he’s affecting others around him and she knows this. She reminds him that people that not everyone will understand him emotionally and might take offense. Slowly, Texas thinks more often. Minnesota and Texas also love having adventures together. They would go and snowboard (though Texas has fell off a mountain one time). No matter what they’re doing, they always seem to compliment each other and have fun together. 

-Montana: They’re cowboy buddies. I would imagine them talk to each other about animals, particularly horses and cows. Since Montana is also a tough person, she and Texas loves to have small competitions with lifting or who has the most power. He sees her as a buddy and likes to talk to her, which is good because Montana herself has trouble fitting in when all people know about her is just cows and nothingness.

-New Mexico: New Mexico hates him. From what I can remember, Texas tried to claim parts of New Mexico three separate times. The last attempt was the Civil War, and with the attempt to take Santa Fe, New Mexico won’t let it go. Texas doesn’t really care about him nor seem to remember that he even exist. He mostly focuses his rivalry with Oklahoma. Plus, he think New Mexico is a bad driver.

-Oklahoma: They’re rivals. The extent of this rivalry, I’m not too sure and admittedly haven’t delved into much. What I can say is that he always honk his horn at her because she’s a terrible driver. At some point she called him Baja Oklahoma and he cried

-Tennessee: They’re friends. Tennessee is gay for him. So when the Texas Revolution was starting and the US helped out, a good chunk of the people were from Tennessee. So Tennessee helped Texas out wherever he can and that was his first friend from the US. They love to go hunting and talk about guns and stuff. Tennessee really admired him and is glad that he’s consider to be close friends with the big boi of the South. They also play music together and have nice country vibes.

-Wyoming: They’re Yeehaw buddies. They also had a relationship is perhaps early 1900s but I’m not too sure yet.

Things I don’t know how to title but it exists:

-Texas has tattoos of all his state symbols on his arms and back

-They played a “special” game of Truth or Dare. In the end, Texas threw up and vowed to never go to Vegas or hang out with Nevada for 9 months.

-Texas gave some of his friends in the Midwest and South (who aren’t Hispanic mind you) the “spicy” Mexican candies and almost all of them are more cautious about Mexican candies. Plot twist: they’re not spicy at all; they’re just weak

-Yee in the streets, haw in the sheets

-He’s bisexual

Some things about her (development? idk):

Texas has this arrogance that kinda makes it unbearable to work with at times (his closest friends can attest to this). But to be fair, this arrogance would be provoked by someone either messing with his lovely state or someone who’s just curious. Besides that, he is actually pretty charismatic, confident, and charming that attracts people despite his (non intentional) brash behavior. (It’s a joke that he purposefully made Tennessee gay). He’s also intelligent as he’s musically talented, exceeds surprisingly well in mathematics and sciences, and fluent in a couple languages such as English, German, and Vietnamese. He worked hard to be where he is and he can be closed minded in some parts but that’s because he likes to stay relatively the same. He doesn’t like a lot of change; you can say he’s afraid of it and what it might bring because he doesn’t want to lose who he truly is deep down inside. (It’s kinda funny because with this new influx of Californians, he’s stressed and upset at her more than ever).

Some quotes,, things?: 

New York: I’m hot shit and that’s the only thing I’ll take away.

Texas: Didn’t you hear her? I’m also hot shit. And that’s the power of the Texan charm ;) Checkmate, liberals.

New York: Yeah well why don’t you shut up.

Texas: You shut up

–

Northern Mariana Islands: *gives everyone a glass shot of tequila*

Everyone: *downs the shot and put their shot glass on the middle of the table*

Delaware: More please!

Ohio: No more please…

Arkansas: What the fuck was that??

Utah: Ugh, that so strong what the heck-

Texas: Can we do this every night?

–

Priest: You may now read the vows you have prepared.

Texas: I think I misunderstood the assignment.

Minnesota: Just read what you wrote, dear.

Texas: Ok *deep breath* A E I O U

–

Texas, drunk: SI YA SABEN COMO ME PONGO PA QUE ME INVITAN???

–

South Dakota: But it’s couples like you that give hope to the rest of us. Minnesota, you deserve the best, and you found it.

Texas, don’t you dare hurt her.

Everyone: *laughs*

Texas: I won’t.

Michigan: Don’t laugh. She means it.

Texas: Okay, I-I won’t

.Nebraska: Seriously, don’t hurt her.

Texas: Okay, I’m not planning on hurting her.

Indiana: You better not be

Texas: I’m not!

Ohio: Hey, Texas, you best be watching yourself

Texas: Why would any of you think I would hurt Minnesota? Y’all my friends too.

Illinois: Nah

–

1945

Tejas, a los otros estados: Me das una úlcera cada vez que me despierto y tengo que venir ‘pa trabajar para ti, para ti!

–

Texas, grabbing a toy police car: Coahuila! Can you buy me this?

Coahuila: No.

Texas: You never buy me anything!

Coahuila: You’re over 300 years old!

–

Texas: Yee in the streets, haw in the sh-

Oklahoma: No.

–

Texas, drunk: You’re so pretty,, are you seeing anyone?

Minnesota: Yeah, I’m married

Texas, crying: To.. to who?

Minnesota: You, you smol idiot *kisses his forehead*

#aph texas #hws texas #my trash son #he's fun #im so tired hhh #bombon's ocs

[solangelover]

Leave Me or Hold Me Close

Solangelo Week 2k19: Day 7 – “Enemies / Lovers” @solangeloweek

A/N: AU where Will has been a year-rounder since age 8 and Nico since age 11, they’re both now 15 and have an intense rivalry-type thing.

Read on AO3 or FF.net or Wattpad 

“Ugh, just leave me alone! Why do you feel the need to rant at me, Solace?”

Nico stormed out of the infirmary, leaving a steaming Will Solace standing in the doorway.

“Well, maybe if you stopped being an idiot and getting sent to the infirmary, I wouldn’t have to see you so often!” He nearly stomped his feet in frustration as he glared at the retreating back of Nico di Angelo. But Will wasn’t a child, so he threw his hands up and made incoherent noises of rage.

“That stupid, idiot son of Hades! I just—gah!!” Will shadow-boxed the air as he whipped around and stalked back to his desk. His sister, Kayla, simply watched this all go down with a raised eyebrow. Their three-going-on-four-year long hatred of each other was nothing new, but she felt like it was reaching its peak. Something was going to break soon, but with all the fights, she couldn’t tell exactly what.

As soon as Will sat in his chair, Kayla jumped up on his desk and looked over her shoulder at him. “So, how’s life, big guy?”

Will gave her a withering glare, to which she immediately jumped off the desk and put her hands up in surrender. Still, she stood there, arms crossed and waiting for a reply. Will took a deep breath and let out an even deeper sigh. “di Angelo. I just can’t with him! I don’t know what he wants! I try to help him since, hello, I’m head medic and he can’t seem to go one week without ending up here. He’s so dumb I swear. I can’t really avoid him if he keeps needing medical help, so if he doesn’t want to see me then that’s his problem!” He groaned and ran his hands through his hair, effectively disheveling it so he looked a little crazy. Nico was slowly but surely driving him insane.

“Soooo…” Kayla drew out. “What I’m hearing is, you want Nico to be safer because you care about his well-being?”

Will closed his eyes and held his head in his hands. “It’s not like I want him dead, Kayla. Of course I want him to be safer.”

“But you don’t want to see him? Like, at all?”

Will thought about that. He pictured Nico’s annoying face, his harsh glare that was constantly thrown Will’s way, his scowl that always twisted his features. Sometimes, when Nico wasn’t paying attention to Will, he would see Nico look excited, hear him laugh at some dumb joke Percy made, and just be a totally different person than who Will knew. They’d been at camp together for the past few years, and Will couldn’t even remember exactly how their “rivalry” started, but he knew that he was tired of it. It was probably fun in the beginning, but at some point, their insults became real and their fights venomous. Will never knew how strongly he could dislike a person without knowing why.

“Will?” Kayla’s voice brought Will out of his thoughts and back to reality.

He sighed once more and picked his head up to look at his sister. “I’m just tired, sis. I only want some peace in this crazy camp.”

--

“AGHHHH!” Nico threw another pillow against the wall of his cabin. Annabeth suggested it after she walked in one time to the shattering of a lamp, the ceramic pieces joining various other broken things on the ground.

Nico’s latest trip to the infirmary ended in a yelling match between him and the one and only Doctor Solace. Nico knew he was being stubborn, but the guy was insisting that Nico either come in for check-ups more or just not get injured so often. Honestly, did he think Nico liked getting attacked by monsters? Or losing in a sparring match?

Did Will really hate his face that much?

But then Will also asked for him to come in more often, which he wouldn’t do if he didn’t want to see Nico, right?

No, idiota, Nico chided himself. He’s just doing his job. He doesn’t want to see you.

A knock sounded at Nico’s door, jolting him out of his thoughts.

Percy stood in the open doorway (that Nico forgot to close in his rage) with a concerned yet amused look on his face. “Rough day?”

Nico glared as Percy invited himself in, plopping down on the bed across from Nico’s. Meanwhile, Nico took a few deep breaths to calm himself down, opting to sit right there on the floor in the middle of the cabin. He clutched the pillow he was about to throw to his chest, his fists threatening to rip the material.

Percy popped his head over the foot of the bed to better see Nico. He cocked his head expectantly.

Nico sighed. “It’s just Solace, nothing new.”

“Are you… angry at him?”

“No duh, Jackson.” Nico rolled his eyes at the son of Poseidon. What did he think was going on?

“Just checking,” Percy chuckled. “So, what did you do this time?”

“Nothing!” Nico flew the pillow up in the air and it landed a few feet away from him. He glared at it as if he could scare it into coming back to him. “I did nothing at all, just got hurt in training and went to the infirmary. Then he lectured me on safety and limits like I’m a child. So I got mad and we fought and I left.” He was scowling so hard, Percy was sure his face would get stuck like that.

Percy hummed. “Sounds like he just wants you to be safe?”

“No schist, that’s his job,” Nico deadpanned.

“True,” Percy agreed. “But I don’t see him lecturing many other campers.”

“That’s what I’m saying. Why does he hate me so much that he won’t leave me alone?”

“Well, is that what you want? For him to leave you alone?”

“Would be nice,” Nico grumbled.

“I’m serious, Nico.” Percy waited until Nico met his eyes. “Do you want to never see or speak to Will Solace?”

Nico frowned at that and looked down. Did he? He couldn’t really imagine his life without Will in it. Not that he was the center of his life or anything, but Will had been there since he first got to camp. Will had been one of the first kids to talk to him and try to be his friend. But Nico had been having a tough time and it didn’t manifest well with his temper. He didn’t remember exactly what happened, Nico just knew that one day, they were fighting, and simply never stopped.

What would it be like if he just let that all go?

Percy didn’t interrupt Nico’s thinking, knowing that his friend was a big time internal processor, and this was kind of an important question.

Finally, Nico sighed and looked back at Percy. “I don’t know.”

--

That night saw them at the campfire. It was going on as usual, with the loud singing of the Apollo kids and non-stop chattering from the Hermes kids. Everyone sat with their friends, laughing up a storm or making crazy gestures as they told stories.

Will sat with his cabin, as well as Lou Ellen and Cecil. Nico was surrounded by Percy, Annabeth, and Grover, along with other random friends. Both boys kept casting glances at the other, new thoughts running through their minds concerning their relationship.

“Geez, what’s up, Will? Feeling thirstier for some di Angelo than usual?”

“What?” Will squeaked as he whipped around to see Lou Ellen with a smirk on her lips.

“Dude, you keep looking over at him. Just talk to him already.” Cecil dropped down in front of Lou Ellen with a freshly toasted marshmallow.

“Yeah seriously, there’s so much sexual tension between you two, you could cut it with a knife.” To prove her point, Lou Ellen held up a shiny dagger in her hand.

“Lou! Put that away, that’s dangerous!” Will scolded. She grinned widely, and a second later her dagger disappeared in a puff of smoke and mist. Annoying Hecate kids.

“But seriously,” she leaned in. “What’s going on?”

Will sighed, turning fully to his friend so his back was to Nico. “I’m just… thinking. I don’t know what, but I want to talk to Nico. Civilly. I want to be, I don’t know, his actual friend, not his enemy or rival.”

Lou Ellen and Cecil shared a look, then met Will’s eyes with a smile. “That’s a great idea, Will. The gods know your guys’ game of hard-to-get has been going on long enough,” Cecil stated.

Will sputtered, “Will you two stop?? I said I want to be his friend, stop implying!” Will was blushing at this point, and he hoped he could blame it on the firelight. By the looks on his best friends’ faces, it was probably obvious.

“Whatever,” Will shook his hair out as he turned back toward the fire. Maybe he could talk to Nico after the campfire.

--

“Nico, if you keep glancing over there, I will literally lose it.”

Nico turned to see Annabeth mid-eye roll. “What are you talking about?”

“Bro, she’s talking about you constantly looking over at Solace, like this whole night.” Percy slung a comforting arm around his girlfriend, as if Nico was actually causing her stress. “If you wanna talk to him, just get up and go.”

Nico scowled at the couple. “I don’t want to talk to him. I think he’s seen me enough for one day.”

“Oh my gods, Nico. Will doesn’t actually hate you,” Annabeth stated.

“Really? So we just fight constantly for fun?” Nico said sarcastically.

“Ugh! Just shut up already!” Drew called down from a couple rows up the bleachers. The daughter of Aphrodite was always listening in for gossip. “I swear, di Angelo, stop throwing yourself a pity party and go. It’s about time you and Mr. Sunshine end your flirtationship and make some progress. We’ve been sitting on this for years!” She immediately went back to filing her nails.

Nico gaped at her. “What the Hades??” He turned to look at his friends, who all avoided eye contact. “What is she talking about?” When they still didn’t look at him, Nico narrowed his eyes, turning to the one he thought might crack. “Grover, tell me you don’t all think that.”

“Uhhhhhh,” Grover nervously chewed on some soda can, glancing to the side before answering with a high-pitched, “yes?”

“What the…” Nico stood up and fully faced his friends. “I don’t—it’s not—that’s not what’s happening here!” He could feel his cheeks heating up, but he chalked that up to anger.

Unsure of where to go from there, Nico just walked off, glancing back over his shoulder towards Will, who happened to look up at the same time. Their eyes met, noticing something different in Will’s eyes. Before the moment stretched on for too long, Nico turned away and left the campfire.

--

“Nico, wait!”

Nico turned to see Will jogging up to meet him. He stopped before climbing the steps to his cabin as Will reached him, taking a moment to catch his breath.

“Why’d you leave early?”

“I was being tortured by my friends. What do you want?” He winced when it came out a lot harsher than Nico intended. Way to start a friendship, di Angelo. “Sorry, I just…”

“No worries, I get it.” Will didn’t think he’d ever heard Nico apologize to him before. Maybe this just might work out. “Um…” He didn’t know exactly how to articulate everything he’d been thinking over. Luckily for him, Nico was impulsive and nervous.

“Did you know everyone thinks we like each other?” Will didn’t miss Nico cringing at his own outburst. It made him smile a little. “I mean, like, like like each other,” he said quietly as he nervously twisted his skull ring.

Will couldn’t really say he knew, but he wasn’t exactly surprised after Lou Ellen’s comments. “I—it’s—nevermind that. We’ll deal with that later.” Will shook his head and took a deep breath. “Can we just, start over? Be friends? I don’t mind us fighting still, but I’d like to, I don’t know, not be so… mean? Gods, I don’t know what I’m trying to say.” Will covered his eyes with his hand, feeling his cheeks burn in embarrassment. What exactly was he trying to accomplish here?

Nico’s lips parted in a small ‘o’ of understanding. Seemed like he and Will were on the same page for once. “Yes,” he blurted. “I mean, yeah, I agree. I still strongly dislike you right now,” Will rolled his eyes and Nico chuckled, which was pretty friendly for them. “But less hatred would be nice.”

Will brightened, and it definitely did not make Nico’s night, that’s ridiculous. “Truce?” He held out a hand.

“Truce.” Nico gripped Will’s hand firmly, giving it a small shake.

As they looked into each other’s eyes, they both had the same thought.

Let’s see where this takes us.

 A/N: I was gonna try go all the way to lovers but my slow-build brain wouldn’t let me, sorry.

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[afictionaladventure16]

The Pen Pal Project (Chris Evans x Latina!OC)

Masterlist 

Previously on The Pen Pal Project...

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety

Word Count: 1,340

Chapter 10

Letter #10

November 23rd, 2017

“Maybe you should talk to her,” John said softly into the phone, he had been listening to his sister, Julie, speak about how Thanksgiving just didn’t feel the same anymore. Knowing very well that the topic about their mother was a touchy subject with Julie, he just had to encourage her to speak to the woman that gave birth to them.

“John, you know damn well why I don’t,” Julie retorted, letting out a sigh. The mention of her mother made her angry, sad… all these emotions. “I get it, you want to restore things, patch things up. But you don’t know what it was like. She treated you like a king and frankly, you don’t have a say in this.”

“Alright, Julie,” John defended, he knew she was already getting riled up about the topic, “I’m sorry I mentioned it.”

Julie walked around her dad's office, looking at the photos that were sat on the bookshelf. Gently brushing a photo of her and her brother when they were younger, back when they had a mutually feeling of hatred for each other, a sibling rivalry, “it’s fine,” Julie said softly. Most people would find how close they are quite odd. But the distance brought them close. The phone calls from unknown numbers haunted her, thoughts traveled, maybe it was the call that announced her brother's death. With every phone call, every chance he got to visit, every letter, they became close siblings. Best friends, their parents warned them when they were younger, that they would become.

“Remember when dad used to tell us that we’d become best friends?” She asked as she held the frame in her hand, the photo of a younger self, being wrestled to the ground by her older brother.

John let out a soft chuckle, “yeah, man, that used to piss me off! I was so determined to prove them wrong, I guess that’s why I was always mean to you.”

Julie laughed, “but look at us now.”

“Awww are you calling me your best friend?”

Julie rolled her eyes, “way to ruin the moment,” she muttered into the phone.

There was rustling in the other end, John let out a heavy sigh, “I have to go, Julie.” She knew the phone call had to end soon, although, she was grateful that her family got the chance to speak to him and she was grateful she had the chance as well.

Julie sighed, “I love you, bruh.”

“I love you too, sis,” John said with a slight chuckle from his sister's tone of voice.

“And have a Happy Gobble day,” she added.

“You too,” John stayed silent, hating to say goodbye to his family, it felt like if saying goodbye was a hint that he may never speak to them. “I’ll see you later.” With that, he hung up the phone. Julie placed the frame back on the bookshelf, she wishes she could just speak to her younger self. Give her a warning, if that would be alright. Would it ruin things? Would things turn out for the better? She would never know.

Time passed by, Julie watched the Macys Thanksgiving parade with her cousins and then ate Thanksgiving dinner. She finally called it a night after Seven, knowing she couldn’t handle the socialization anymore, she needed time to herself. She drove the empty streets, passing lines waiting outside stores like Target or Best Buy for the next day's festivities. It was all part of the holidays. Julie passed by the postal office, noticing the lights for the room that held P.O. boxes were on, she decided she might as well check, just in case.

She walked into the building, bidding a smile to a woman as she walked out. Julie opened the P.O. box, smiling as she noticed the envelope inside. Quickly grabbing it, she ran back to her car to open the letter:

Dear JuJu,

You had me worried there, I was about to send out an army just to make sure you were alright. Although I am extremely jealous that you went to Disneyland without me, I am hurt about it too. But it sounds like you have amazing friends if they got you tickets for Disneyland.

That’s one try, Juju! Chrissy? Really? That’s all you came up with? I’m offended!

He sounds like an amazing man. It must have been hard to lose his best friend but the way he just honored him by naming his son after him. He sounds so kinder hearted. Ugh, I didn’t know you could volunteer to be a baby cuddler! I have to see if the hospital nearby does this, I so need to volunteer for that!

Julie, believe me when I say this. You are fucking talented! I would be disappointed if you didn’t go to that show to take photos. I know that shit happens but you have to get back out there, it’s all about pushing through the hard things in life and saying you made it in the end. Also, I need to see photos of these shows you’ve done. Why the interest in this particular field if I may ask?

Traveling is nice, I would love to go to Hawaii someday, maybe even Cape Town. Anywhere with a good view would be nice.

A dragon? I am now kind of regretting my choice as it felt a bit more feminine… you know what? No! My choice is better! To become a freaking Unicorn would be fucking neat!

Goofy?! What!? I seriously thought you would’ve chosen Mickey but given your reason as to why you chose Goofy… I’ll let it slide. This time.

Ugh! I hate you.

I’ll have to go with Belle. Hands down.

Toodles.

P.S.

I highly doubt that, but then I don’t doubt it… Also, given the fact that Thanksgiving is coming up this week, I will expect your letter to arrive late. This time, I promise, I won’t panic if it does. Have a Happy Thanksgiving, Julie.

P.P.S

I tend to have more of a form of Social Anxiety, so my triggers are kind of obvious that it’s big crowds, being out of my comfort zone.

It sounds like you know how to control your anxiety attacks, which is good. And yes, I totally understand you. Sometimes we just forget and those things that help us during attacks are the last thing on your mind.

You’re welcome, Juju, and yeah that’s one way to look at it but hey, once you hit rock bottom there’s only one way to go and that’s up.

Would it help if you had someone there with you when you are ready? Maybe someone you trust?

Julie knew that Chris was right about her photography. She had to get back out there. She told herself that she’d send a reply tomorrow, given the fact that her letter would possibly stay in the post office until Saturday, she would take time to reply this time.

Julie drove to the familiar bar, walking in she smiled over to the regulars. “Hey,” she said as she reached the counter.

The man behind the counter quickly whipped around, “hey!” he said with excitement, “what brings you here?”

“Oh, you know, just visiting,” she said as she looked around the familiar bar.

“Mhm, sure,” he said with an eye roll, “Can I get you anything?” 

“Uhhh, coke,” Julie said with a smile. 

“you come into a bar and ask for a coke?” 

Julie nods as she watches him grab a coke bottle and handing it to her, “thank you, Blake.” 

He sighed, “anything for my best ex-employee.” 

Julie sighed, “Actually, Blake, I was wondering… Does your nephew still need a photographer for that gig?”

“I knew there was an actual reason for you being here,” he said softly with a smile, “yes, he does… why? You interested?”

“More than interested,” she said with a wink. That was it, Julie was going to get back onto her feet, she thought of it as an early New Years resolution.

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[blaithnne]

You thought I wouldn't ask you double?? >:3 Which headcanons do you have for my purple baby Violet and our cute strong cinnamon roll Webbigail?

I have ALL of them sis

Headcannons A: What I think realistically

I think that Vi is probably going to go through an arc about learning to have fun instead of devoting her entire life to her work, and I think she’ll either have a great bond or a huge rivalry with Huey, one of the two and no in between

I’m pretty sure Webby’s parents are going to end up being SHUSH Agents, having being killed by some FOWL Agents, which is why Beakley kept her in the mansion all those years and trained her to kill fifteen people with a hairdryer and pencil

Headcannons B: What I think is fucking hilarious

Violet has absolutely no understanding of memes, like at all. Lena will show Webby a meme and they’ll both laugh at it and Violet will be in the background like “wHaT dOeS iT mEaN”

Webby is awful with young children, throughout her entire life. Why? Because

A) She can’t lie

and

B) She doesn’t understand that there are some things small children really shouldn’t know about

so if a five year old asks how baby’s are made she pulls up a power point presentation because if she’s gonna teach ‘em she’s gonna teach ‘em right godammit

Head cannons C: What is heart crushing and awful but fun to inflict on friends

Violet gets picked on a lot, usually about her Dads or the fact that she’s a nerd. She had a stone cold demeanour and of anyone asks she doesn’t let it get to her, but it does. She goes through a phase when she’s a teenager when she has no faith in her abilities, barley talks and stops raising her hand in class etc. It takes the entire McDuck-Duck-Beakley-VanderQuack-Mallard-Sabrewing family to help her

Webby is really claustrophobic, she can’t stand being trapped. She needs to be able to move around, or have someone to talk to. Years of being trapped in the manor have made her terrified of long time imprisonment, so the most she can do before starting to panic is a day at most. After that she might start having panic attacks etc.

Headcannon D: What would never work with cannon but the cannon is shit so I believe it anyway

Poly. Team. Magic.

I just love to imagine Lena in a tight spot and some villain is all like “I’ve got your precious little girlfriend” and holds up Webby, and then Violets all like “you forgot me bitch” and bursts in, and then Webby bursts in from behind and it turns out the Webby he had was an illusion and ugh I’m gay

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[sceptilemasterr]

ES Act 2, Scene 9 - Bar Crawl

Title: Endless Summer: The (un)Official Screenplay

Main Pairings: Estela x Ian (M!MC), Jake x Alyssa (F!MC)

Other Pairings: Craig x Zahra, Grace x Aleister, Michelle x Sean, Diego x Varyyn

Genre: Full Rewrite

Rating: PG-13 for swearing, violence, alcohol, and sexuality

Summary: Raj gets a bright idea to bring everyone together in the wake of the sabotage incident.

Previous Scene: Rivalry

Masterlist: Link

Note: Some quotes are just too perfect to change... ;)

EXT. THE CELESTIAL - ROOFTOP - DAY

Alyssa emerges onto the roof to find Raj, Quinn, Zahra, and Ian already there. The atmosphere is surprisingly relaxed. Diego’s eyes light up when he spots Raj.

DIEGO: Look who’s here!

RAJ: Nice! Hey, Alyssa!

Alyssa crosses her arms.

ALYSSA: Okay, what’s this all about?

IAN: If you’re “here to talk to us about the Avengers Initiative,” I am so in.

Everyone laughs.

RAJ: As cool as that would be, no. Let’s be honest: if this whole Civil War thing keeps up, we’re never gonna get off the island. We gotta bring everyone together. We need a feast.

The others stare at him blankly.

ZAHRA: Hold up. Did you just say “a feast?”

RAJ: Yep! It’s this thing my grandma used to say: “Words make war, but pies make peace.”

ALYSSA: That... is literally the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.

DIEGO: Alyssa!

IAN: Come on, it’s genius. It’s just like that Snickers commercial! “You’re not you when you’re hungry!”

RAJ: See? Ian gets it!

Raj and Ian high five. Alyssa shrugs.

ALYSSA: I mean, I guess it can’t hurt. Worst case scenario, at least we get to eat. So what’s the plan?

QUINN: Diego and I are gonna help Raj with the cooking!

ZAHRA: The hell am I supposed to do? I suck at cooking. Trust me.

RAJ: Nah, I’ve got a special job for you!

ZAHRA: --And I’m out. I hate jobs.

DIEGO: I think you’ll like this one. It involves alcohol...

Zahra hesitates near the stairwell.

ZAHRA: Okay, I’m listening.

RAJ: The most important part of any feast is booze! And not just the average stuff. I need somebody who knows quality when she sees it.

ZAHRA: Hell yeah, now you’re speaking my language! I’m your girl. Anybody else in?

ALYSSA: Bar crawl? Let’s do this!

She looks at Ian expectantly. He sighs.

IAN (shrugging): Sure. Somebody’s gotta be the responsible one.

ALYSSA: You do that. I just want to be a taste tester.

Zahra and Alyssa bump fists.

RAJ: Alright then, we’ve got our plans! Zahra, I trust you know the kinda stuff we’ll need. Operation Epic Feast is a go!

As the group turns to head back down the stairs, the sound of pounding footsteps makes them pause. Craig emerges, a massive grin on his face.

CRAIG: Heard somethin’ about a bar crawl? ‘Sup, Raj?

RAJ: Craig!

ZAHRA: Ugh. Please go away.

ALYSSA: You in, Craig?

CRAIG: Hells yeah!

ZAHRA: No, he’s not.

IAN: Wait, what’s the problem? The more the merrier, right?

Craig and Zahra look at each other awkwardly. Zahra sighs.

ZAHRA: ...No problem. Fine. Let’s just go.

[MONTAGE]

The four of them enter the ballroom, scooping up some expensive champagne and everyone except Ian tasting a bit. Then they head up to a bar in the fifth floor lounge, mixing up a few drinks in the process; even Ian joins in this time. He smiles and toasts with the others.

IAN: You know, ‘Lyss, I’m not always an “obnoxious tight-ass.”

ALYSSA (smiling): Guess you can be pretty cool. Once in a while.

CRAIG: Let’s drink to that!

They continue on to the pool bar and the minibar behind the front desk, getting progressively tipsier each time, before finally stopping in front of a room marked “V.I.P. Lounge.”

[END MONTAGE]

CRAIG: Let’s. Break. Down. This. Door!

Craig rams his whole body against the door, but to no effect.

CRAIG: Hey, why won’t it let me in? This door’s... a dick.

ZAHRA: Cuz you’re not a V.I.P., dumbass. Unless that stands for... Vomiting... Idiot... Poo-head.

Alyssa and Ian double over in laughter.

CRAIG (sarcastically): Wow. Sick burn, Z. Really got me with that one.

Zahra kneels down by the keypad and examines it.

ZAHRA: Pfft. What kinda amateur shit is this? Watch and learn, y’all!

IAN: Uh, are you... you sure this is the best-great-best idea? You’re kinda drunk...

ALYSSA (giggling): So are you! Oh my god, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you drunk!

IAN: You have too! Remember that one time when... at Hartfeld last year... our 21st?

Alyssa breaks down into a fit of giggles.

ALYSSA: Yes! How the hell could I forget?! Back when you were still fun... dork-face.

IAN (laughing): I’m still fun, you, uh... double dork-face.

Craig walks up behind the twins and wraps an arm around each of them.

CRAIG: Y’all, you two dudes are pretty cool.

Zahra taps various wires together while muttering to herself. Finally, the door opens.

ZAHRA: Hell yeah, slap my ass and call me Snape, because I just worked some magic!

Everyone stares at her blankly.

ZAHRA: ...Tell anyone I said that, and you’re dead.

The four of them walk into the V.I.P. lounge. Dazzling lights sparkle in the ceiling, and a beautiful water fountain bubbles in the center of the room. At the far end sits a bar. ‘90s hip-hop blasts from the speakers.

CRAIG: Oh whaaaaat? This place is lit! Why are we not tearing it down every night?

ZAHRA: Because I can think of a million better ways to spend my time than watching your sweaty ass.

CRAIG: Pfft. You’re just jealous of my moves.

Craig does a little dance. It is not impressive.

ZAHRA (slurring): Alright! I got this!

Zahra steps unsteadily toward the bar and flops down onto a couch. Alyssa stumbles into a seat beside her.

IAN: ...And I’m stuck being the responsible one. Totally called it.

He walks unsteadily over to the bar and starts searching through the bottles.

IAN: Hey, Zahra? Or anybody? Is this a good one to grab?

He holds up a bottle of Macallan. Zahra whistles.

ZAHRA: Damn. Hell yeah!

ALYSSA: My brother... is a goddamn genius...

IAN: Can I get that in, like, writing?

Craig pulls out a cheese tray from somewhere, raising it over his head and singing the “Item Get” tune from Zelda off-key.

CRAIG (singing): Craig found a cheese tray!

IAN: Wait, Craig, that cheese might be old, you should probably-

Craig wolfs the cheese into his mouth. Ian facepalms.

IAN: ...Never mind.

ZAHRA: Don’t bother. Craig’s a human garbage disposal. One time freshman year, he ate a chocolate bar he found in a hot tub...

ALYSSA: Wait, are you serious? You gotta tell me more!

ZAHRA: Okay, so, this dude told him...

As the two girls talk, Ian looks for more bottles of Macallan when he notices a half-drunk glass of whiskey sitting at the bar.

IAN: Huh. That’s weird.

CRAIG: What’s weird, bro? That that whiskey ain’t been drunk yet? Cuz that’s a real problem--

IAN: No, wait. Hang on.

As Craig picks up the glass and downs the rest of the whiskey, Ian examines the piece of paper that the glass had been sitting on. On the paper, with impeccable penmanship, is written the words “Satellite Uplink Activation Code” and a series of random numbers. Ian pockets the paper for later, then walks over to where Alyssa and Zahra lay sprawled out on the couch, asleep.

IAN: ‘Lyss. Hey. Wake up.

ALYSSA (groggily): Wha? Huh? Wasn’t me! Ian did it!

IAN: Come on, sis. Let’s get you to your own bed; there’s a feast tonight...

ALYSSA: Blehhhhh...

Ian manages to haul Alyssa to her feet as Craig does the same for Zahra. Together, the four of them hobble off, stumbling and giggling.

Next Scene: United They Stand

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platonic kise/akashi + 48 (…out of habit.)

Ryouta wasn’t exactly a spoiled child. Sure, his parents never mistreated him, but they weren’t the kind to dot on their children. That caused the eldest Kise sibling to leave the house as soon as she finished high school. She had always been a rebel, much like Ryouta himself. Noriko, however, was much more nurturing and patient, kind and comprehensive. She was the one to calm things down when her older sister snapped and the one to put a stop to her younger brother’s whims. 

Ryouta loved Noriko more than anything else in the world.

He was a restless little boy, always running around and exploring... and getting hurt. Noriko would always patch him up when he came home with tears in his eyes and scrapes on his knees. 

“Thank you, big sis,” he would always say. 

“No, no, no thank you,” she’d always reply. “Pay up.” And she’d tap on her cheek with her index finger until Ryouta giggled and paid her with a soft kiss.

When Noriko was offered a modeling job overseas, Ryouta was happy for her. He was no longer the little boy that would come home crying (not often, at least, and not over scraped knees), so he forced a smile and cheered her on. She deserved to be happy, after all. That doesn’t mean he didn’t miss her.

On that afternoon, Akashi pulls him aside to scold him. It feels oddly familiar, even though Ryouta isn’t one to piss off Akashi often - he knows better - and he pouts and looks away. 

“Let me see that,” Akashi demands, gesturing to Ryouta’s hand.

Ryouta lets him examine his wrist and he tries his best not to wince as Akashi turns it around and it throbs. Akashi’s sharp eyes don’t miss the flash of pain in Ryouta’s expression. He really did it this time. 

“I know you and Aomine have this dumb rivalry going on,” Akashi says sternly. “But I’m drawing a line. If I catch you being reckless and hurting yourself needlessly like this again, I’m benching you.”

“You’re not the coach, Akashicchi!” Ryouta protests.

Akashi’s unimpressed look is enough of a responde. Ryouta and everyone else knows damn well Akashi can and will decide which players are allowed in his court.

“Come on, I’m going to bandage you up,” Akashi says, pulling Ryouta with him to the locker room.

“Wha- I can just go to Momocchi! Or the nurse!” Ryouta protests.

Akashi ignores him. Ryouta shouldn’t be surprised. Akashi can be a weirdo sometimes.

And that’s how he ends up straddling a bench in the locker room with his captain wrapping bandages around his wrist to make sure Ryouta won’t get anymore hurt. It’s stupid, but Ryouta feels like a little boy being scolded by his older sister again. 

And the worst part is that he knows that he got hurt because of his own stupidity. It’s been a rough week and he took his frustration to the court with him. It was a mistake. He sighs.

“Done,” Akashi says proudly. 

Ryouta checks his wrist. Of course Akashi did a better job than the nurse. Akashi is good at every damn thing.

“I’m sorry, Akashicchi,” Ryouta says, defeated. “I’m going to be more careful. Thank you.”

“You’re one of my best players, Kise,” Akashi says, calmly. “It’s only natural I take care of you. No need to thank me.”

Ryouta smiles a bit and, without thinking, leans in and plants a kiss to Akashi’s cheek. 

Both boys stand silent for a long moment. Realization finally dawns and Ryouta gasps in horror.

“Oh my God! I just...Did I-- I’m sorry, I wasn’t- You remind me of my sister???”

Akashi’s eyes go doe wide. 

“No, I mean... not literally, but she used to bandage me up and out of habit, I just- Akashicchi!”

But Akashi is openly laughing now. “That’s so cute, Kise” he teases. 

“UGH!” Ryouta stands up to leave.

Ryouta pouts, whines and overreacts in general, but Akashi keeps smiling as though that was the funniest thing to ever happen to him - or maybe he did really find it cute. He has a playful smirk on his lips that looks very familiar.

An affectionate, sweet smirk Ryouta’s sister used to wear around him.

#knb #poteto writing #kise ryouta #akashi seijurou #love me some platonic akakises #in case you're wondering #this is before the gom went emo #thus why akashi still calls kise by his last name. #hadleysfraser

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If they did a 2nd Greatest showman (a long shot, I know) what would you want to see happen in it?

Sis if they’d release a second one I’d be shoving everyone out of the line, probably the first one at the theater! 😂 Ugh I loved that movie. The opening scene still gives me chills! I’m trying to figure out what kind plot they could do, maybe the show becoming bigger with some type of rivalry… It’s hard for me to think, haha.