#when i say graphic design is my passion that is very much a joke

[bowofbalance]

I definitely don't have an entire essay on why 13 is just like me (yes I do)

#when i say graphic design is my passion that is very much a joke #so of course I'm multitasking (procrastinating) #but watch you don't want to know #she's just like me #ask me about thirteen as the ideal version of me #she functions! #house md #lucky thirteen #she is so important to me

[trollcafe]

Heavy

Word Count: 1720 Brief: Leonra finds the one person he returned to the Fleet for. Obsidian is @/cherrytrolls.  Google Docs || Part 1

Your name is Leo Monark, and you hate being touched by strangers. 

When you heard a knock at the door, panic instantly rushed your system again. You shouted a weak one moment! and scrambled to throw on a clean shirt. You left your cane by the bedside for the moment, though you instantly regretted that when you opened the door. No words were said. Just arms thrown around you, pulling you close. But, the panic subsided, and relief came next. 

Archai Monark, slightly smaller than you remembered him, had patiently awaited your arrival. Chai might not have remembered your dislike for being touched, but then again, Chai wasn’t a stranger, was he? No, he was Deepbite’s better half. The force of Chai’s weight was enough to make you stumble backwards, though he managed to catch you both. 

“Oh goodness, are you alright?” He looked up at you with concern in his eye, helping you steady yourself. A small nod is all you can respond with for the time being. You hold onto his arm quietly as you pull him into the room. Bless Chai’s poor heart, you weren’t quite there enough yet to talk much. After all, you were about to have another panic attack over being in space again! That alone was too much to process. You didn’t have the words to tell him you were using him as a balance to grab the cane. 

Your cane in your hand brought relief. It was grounding. Maybe it was the rather abused sword it hid, maybe it was the subtle reminder of your kismesis who helped you design it. Regardless, it brought comfort and clarity. 

“My apologies,” you finally say, voice gritty from sleep, “I wasn’t expecting anyone, yet. I would’ve dressed…nicer.” You motion towards the sweatpants you slept in. You realized you had thrown on a graphic tee your kismesis got you as a joke, and felt incredibly stupid. You looked like a rat. No, you looked like Bruuno. 

“Nicer?” Chai laughs, though his concern is still present. He doesn’t mention the cane but you notice he continues to glance at it, “Do you need a minute?” 

You nod. It doesn’t take you long to throw on cleaner clothes, from there Chai insisted on taking you around. You let him hold your hand as he guided you through the ship. He was mostly quiet, as if expecting you to speak. Even with your moirail you were never the chatty type. You only really rambled when Shiloh was around. You missed her. She loved hearing you talk about statistical impossibilities. 

Chai’s hand in your own was comforting. With one simple action, you felt infinitely less alone. Your brightest memory of Chai was when he lost his eye. You were young, barely a teenager, and had been sent on your first “mission” alone. You returned terrified, though you couldn’t remember why, mostly likely from a failure. You only remembered Deepbite’s glare boring holes into your soul, and the sound of Archai’s hand as he slapped your ancestor. Most would’ve died from even considering such a thing. It was one of the few times you remembered anyone standing up for you. But oh, if only you knew. All of the days of bickering spent over your wellbeing. Your thoughts are scattered as Chai squeezes your hand with a smile. You think he asked if you wanted coffee, so you simply nod. He guides you towards a larger clearing. The two of you walk slow, still feeling spaced out and gazing into the distance. A voice rings out above the ambient sounds of the ship, and forces your attention to it.

Your name is Obsidian, and your ship is being repaired. 

So, in the meantime, you were stationed on the ship of your matesprit. A good opportunity for a break, if anyone asked you. Sure, you could’ve gone anywhere, or even taken a real break, but where would you go? Besides, there was, supposedly, a very important visitor. 

When you had mentioned it to Juleus, he dismissed it. Just Archai, if you count him as important. Maybe you did, but as passionate as Chai was, you had a slight feeling that wasn’t the important visitor you caught wind of. 

What you were doing beforehand wasn’t important. You had been walking somewhere, of course, but the importance of whatever you had been doing instantly disappeared as you entered into one of the larger walking spaces. You froze in your tracks. 

“...Leo-?” 

Something lights up in your chest as he snaps his head to look at you. You don’t see a grown man, with weathered eyes and scarred face. You see the wriggler you had helped raise. You see the wriggler who looked up at you like you created the stars. The wriggler who was inspired by you, who inspired you. Who, for a brief period, made you feel like you had a purpose. You waste no time closing the space between you and him, barely registering just how tall he had gotten. 

The cane clatters to the floor. You lift the fuchsia off his feet, as you had done when he was younger. Had he been smaller, you might’ve swung him around. But instead, you set him back on his feet. The silence is almost as heavy as your hold on him. You can feel his heart racing as he sinks further into your arms. 

Leonra held onto you as if his life depended on it. And, to be honest, you did the same. You were relieved, and overjoyed, and so concerned. There was so much to say, so much to ask. But first, the hug had to end. What a scary thought. You had to let him go. You felt as if letting him free from your grasp would be a mistake, as if he’d never come back. You’d done it once and you didn’t want to go it again. 

Your name is Leonra Monark, and you are not a machine. 

You heard your name in a familiar voice, and immediately sobered up. For a moment, you were worried you were just hearing things. Machines don’t hear things. Your eyes dart around the clearing before freezing on him. 

He looked as if he hadn’t aged a day. He was just a bright, just as tired. Even his smile was the same. A sight for sour eyes. You didn’t say anything in response. The second your eyes locked, he closed the spaces between you. Your cane fell to the ground, forgotten, as Obsidian threw his arms around you. 

In that instant, the ship was no longer your enemy. You weren’t as afraid anymore. At its root, the only reason you even agreed to work with your ancestor again was to see Obsidian. You didn’t realize that until you achieved just that. Archai picked your cane up from the ground as Obsidian lifted you off your feet. Quite the feat for someone shorter than you, though you’d never complain. You were quiet as you held onto him. Your words were gone again, but you were overwhelmed with relief and happiness. 

You held onto Obsidian as if he would disappear in an instant. He smelled the same, somehow. His hug felt the same too. It brought forth an overwhelming nostalgia, almost enough to get you choked up. You’d be alright if the universe caved in that instant, because you felt right again. You weren’t alone out here. You had Archai and Obsidian. You wouldn’t get stuck on this damn ship. This was a mission you would survive, because you weren’t fighting on your own now. The reassuring thoughts flood your mind as you press your face further into his shoulder. You never wanted to let him go. You couldn’t let him go. Why did your damn leg have to hurt? Why couldn’t you stay here forever? Why did the moment have to end? 

After what felt like meer seconds and an eternity all at once, you finally let Obsidian go. Or, you tried to for a second, but he didn’t seem quite done yet. The hug lasted a few heartbeats longer before you were able to stand upright and retrieve your cane back from Chai. Obsidian moved his hands to your arms, as if he too feared you were just a figment of his imagination, as if you’d vanish the second he let go. 

“Back in the Fleet so soon?” Obsidian’s face showed his concern as he spoke. He never stopped smiling. Sweeps later, and the man still couldn’t stop smiling. 

“...I never said goodbye.” Your words were catching in your throat again, barely able to choke out that much. That obviously wasn’t a very clear answer. 

There was so much you wanted to say. Look, Obi, my hair’s longer than yours. I’m not a machine, Obi, I can love now. I have a matesprit. I have a moirail, and a kismesis. They love me, and I love them. My brother is alive, Obi, he’s nothing like Deepbite Alternia is home now, and I don’t hate it. I build prosthetics for a living.  Look at my matesprit, look at my moirail, look at my kismesis. Look at the life I’ve built off this ship. I’m happy now. I’m not a machine, Obi. I like puzzles, and swordfighting, and reading about physics. I helped raise a wriggler named Shiloh. Are you proud of me, Obi? 

But that was far too much to say right then. 

“....we were about to grab coffee,” you start, smiling slightly, “..can you come?” 

“Absolutely.” 

As you follow the other seadwellers, you feel at ease. You weren’t alone. Just knowing they were on the ship with you was reassuring enough. You would get through this. You would make it out of this alive. You would walk down the docks and return to your moirail’s side, and you would be alive. More than that, you would be fine. You could do this. You will do this. 

Of course, this newfound confidence does little to convince you to let go of Obsidian’s sleeve. It was a silly habit you picked up in your youth, though the violet didn’t mind. If anything, one could say he found it just as reassuring as you did. 

#drabbles #leonra monark #ghost.art #oogh. #okay ill admit i like dis a little. #ive never written sm #someone else's oc? so! #be nice!

[etchofsqetch]

So I got this app idea and a bunch of notes. It’s social media.. (I know lame right?) but really it’s a dating app but obviously I have something unique or I wouldn’t be here posting this at one am when I should be masturbating like it’s a fucking requirement.. anyways..

I need help creating this app, not because I don’t know what I’m doing, not because I’m stupid; because I honestly value other people and I want to write a love story. I want to work with people and I want to work on a team doing something that really shows our value together.

I’ve heard it said that sports such as football sets the standard for displaying merit. The better you do, the more you are respected and revered. I don’t want to be known as a drug dealer, I want to be known as something closer to who I really am. I think that business is the real test of merit in todays economy. Success is measured in value by that dollar sign, and it takes a lot to build and show that value, while still keeping up with and paying taxes.. lmao!

So I’ve been using plenty of dating apps, and trying them out for real. I’m bi, and trans, so I’ve been able to use them all while still being honest and remaining true to myself #fuckhaters but I’ve been looking at how the apps themselves are made and keeping track of features I like and things I don’t like about the more popular ones. I’ve been banned from using HER I think four maybe five times, (and that’s the one I really like..) I could never stop using Grindr, (too much sqetchy fun if you ask me) and I hate Tinder with a passion, (who knew so many guys would be attracted to me sexually while all the girls swipe left..) needless to say, I’ve learned a lot about myself and what others think of me. It’s nice to know and not have to guess. It doesn’t mean that every woman who walks into the store and sees me thinks “omg, I swiped left on him..” it doesn’t mean I’m one thing or another, my preferences have always been the same, and there’s no “undecided” box to check; although, there should be a box to tick that says “still figuring it out” because that’s closer to the truth than anything.

You must have experienced this much pain to use this app..

So in making this new app I’m being stubborn; because I know I have a great idea and I’ve even shared some of it. I’m honestly surprised it hasn’t been made yet; but the closest thing I’ve found is telegram; but it’s missing the dating aspect and isn’t geared towards making money off of it’s users. I’m not greedy; but, I am hungry and I find it hard to afford rent and food some weeks living in the city. I’m not adverse to putting pornography of myself online either; but I’m not about the hustle that never hits or the grind that never quits, I have a day job and it’s bullshit having to go to work every day and deal with constant hate. So I’m digging my heels in because I don’t want to go to work and I don’t want to deal with life anymore. I can make the app on my own; but, in doing so would completely defeat the purpose for me, and if that’s the case then I should definitely end it. Because I’d rather cut my balls off than go to prison for the rest of my life for something I didn’t do, and that’s why I moved to California. To prove that. To not only myself; but everyone else.

I need help with the graphic design. I need help with ways to create income from an app that anyone should be able to use for free. Simple stuff like that.. I know there are some very creative people on here; but, where’s the community? I mean, am I missing something? Unwritten rules for an old newcomer? Did I not steal enough time online when I was twelve? Anyways.. I wish I had my badge still, then they’d really have a reason to be scared..

The joke’s on them though, I was never trying to win, I was never even playing.. and I’ve wanted to cut my balls off since I was four years old..

#hackers #software development #app ideas #trans pride #bratty switch #fuck haters

[byany--othername]

Daily Om- Lesson 2, Work

List as many past jobs that you've held as you can think of.

Stocktake, Kitchen hand, Waitress, Bakery assistant, Hairdresser, barista, Liquorland, nightfill and delivery driver.

Are there any particularly funny, horrifying, or heartwarming moments you strongly remember from any (or all) of them? Jot some of your favorites down.

Fair dinkum, I feel like I grew up there, ages 14-18. A lot of things happened while I worked there, most funny, like coming to work with hickeys or being hungover, joking with the chefs, eating lollies in the salad room. but I made some core decisions at that place and Joanna and Danielle worked there too.

Hairdresser at price attack, met Lareina, had a lot of fun there, probably one of the best bosses I've ever had there suz. 19-21, had my first heartbreak while working here and sparked my passion for doing hair.

Are you currently fulfilled at work? If so, why or why not?

No because I work for a big company that I don't respect. As always the higher ups either try to micro manage or pin their mistakes on the workers at my level. id rather be above or below the current level mat. its the worst one to be at.

What is the best job that you've ever had? Why do you think you liked it?

probably when I worked at Liquorland prahan haha which is a surprise to me writing it right now, but there was just a lot going on there, it was just like laid back in terms of rules because higher ups knew that that store was just always gonna be a mess. there were so many characters that would come in, some scary ones but they made for good stories too, plus my boss was smith.

What is the worst job you've ever had? Why did you take it (or stay longer than you wanted)?

Oscar Oscar salons, I stayed longer because i was deeply depressed and I just didn't have the energy to figure out something else until I was forced too. but also I was given titles that I had been working for for years so I felt like I didn't want to make a waste of that time.

Does a part-time or full-time position suit you better? Why?

Part time would suit me the best because I would love to work on my hobbies which I believe would end up making me money at some stage but I can not afford it right now.

What are your work values? Think of values that bring you emotional fulfillment (being challenged, helping others, influence, etc.) as well as external things that you value (high earnings, job security, having adequate time away from work, etc.)

I always say I want a job where im helping people that actually need help, not just servicing the general public or a job that I can work from home.

What is your dream job?

Tattoo artist, graphic designer or anything I can do from home 

What if you thought of your work as a calling instead of a grind (even if just for now)?

there's just no way Liquorland could ever be someones calling unless you're the CEO making all the money from it

Are the internal values more or less important than the external things you receive?

probably a mix, but I see a job as a means of making money to support your internal values so if a job can do that too, great, but I don't think it necessarily has to

Do you feel like you need to work toward a change in your career or vocation? Why?

absolutely, I feel very burnt out and like I could offer so much more than what im currently doing.

#om #writing #weeklychallenge #weekly challenge

[sugar-petals]

🌹 Sub!SuperM 18+ HC: Riding Their Faces

↳ NOTE. These guys... I swear. Bringing some heat to the dash right here. Enjoy the SuperMadness 👀

word count. 3.7k | bullet points | ot7

WARNINGS. ⚠️  all explicit, cum play, latex, hair & sweat kink, bondage, spit, brat taming, toys, breath play, ass fixation going strong, dominant reader, femdom, degradation, hardcore, veins kink, graphic language, strap-ons, crying kink, clothed sex, some crack

⌜ 💋  byun baekhyun ⌟

▸ strength: energy

not for the faint of heart. baekhyun thoroughly enjoys you giving it to him roughly; it’s the leader being led, how sexy is that

i spy with my femdom eye, baekhyun likes the bossy dommes who bring him to his knees — quite literally.

case in point: hates seeing you hold back. tells you to just bounce on him how you want it. no fumbling around, it’s gotta be hot and proper.

whatever you’re insecure about he hasn’t even noticed. the more confidently you’re taking your designated seat, the better. this shit’s gotta make him all loud and squeaky, baekhyun can’t get enough of your wild and demanding side. “don’t you dare move your hands!” — he’s already hooked.

yep, he’s part of the feral squad. and louder than the bass in jopping for that matter

small as hell face but the jaw is sharp, you can literally feel it, he fits between your legs so well

endless breath. put your pussy all over that nose, grind on it, cum all over him. society will thank you for suffocating a millionaire

like seriously the breath play is off the charts. if he’s into asphyxiation you’d not be surprised

meanwile baek’s naughty hips keep on bucking, like hello there, giving you a cheeky 69 invitation

such a cocky little shit, whiny byun all the way from those ruined orgasms he’ll be getting cuz you might just touch him with two fingers at best, you know how to keep him on his toes

swallows everything he’s like whatever, almost chokes because he’s so messy and greedy to taste you. damn baekhyun

does a “mmhhhnnn...!” sound all the time, this guy has pussy all over his face and is still more vocal than you no matter what you do

eats ass, all day if he can, knows the most shocking techniques, wants to get crushed by booty he’ll end up admitting it. no matter how big or small yours is. because remember, that face is small, everything is big to him

the type to cum on his stomach way before you do. groans a lot, then goes on even more intensely, how the hell did he just leak out five ounces of semen and still manage a whole tongue workout

slobbery and all over the place, those are tongue movements you can’t even think of in your wildest dreams

baekhyun is never content just making you cum once or just really lowkey, much less hearing you being silent. he’s a moodmaker, he naturally wants to hear you, and see you twitch like the world ends for goodness sake

brattiest tongue ever, always pulls out the taunting puppy licks, tries to grope you all the time, he’ll get a rough spanking later believe me

also gets his payback from you being crazy wet, as beautiful and cute his face might be it’s gonna end up damn ruined

not gonna lie his voice acrobatics will turn you into a waterfall that’s coming down on him

you can punish him for teasing by going raw with your hips, mochi is in wonderland, seeing stars. put his wrists in a spreader bar and go off is what i’m saying, YOLO

since baekhyun annoys the members by being so hyper in the evening, they appreciate you knocking him out for sleep. and indeed baekhyun dozes like a baby, probably using your ass as a pillow or something

you’ve drained the shit out of him and um watered the flower that is his face, so

another cupcake down, mission success, baekhyun certainly had his fill not to mention lucky you having to deal with his wildly talented mouth ahem, moral of the story annihilate him with your ass

⌜ 💋  lee taemin ⌟

▸ strength: steaminess

you will come (heh) to discover that none of his lyrics were a lie

yeah he’s busy hot boy shit for his gal

taemin has an all-soft and plush tongue that’s super pinkish. it literally feels so good, how to ever get enough of it holy shit

it also happens to be very long so buckle up, he wants to be deep inside of you, serve and please you

probably the most slow and agile movement in the group, tantalizing is the right word for sure

prefers kissing and sucking over just licking because he’s sappy, good on him and good on you those lips are heaven and need to be used by all means

once you go on the pill, taemin will eat his own creampies straight out of you, maybe even two at once, it’s taemin c’mon he’s above-average horny lord knows how much sperm he’s hoarding

loves drowning it seems

raunchy stuff aside, he always dresses up nicely or wears the fluffy sweaters you like the most on him. what an exclusive ride, the scent of the clothing turns you on even more he’s pulling all the registers taemin is so docile and giggly

most sensual style in the group, will edge and give you goosebumps first before the main course even remotely goes down, taemin thinks in several stages hot damn he calculated this 

his face heats up so much it’s crazy, then again kkoongie capitalizes on all the warmth from the radiator so you might as well be taemin’s personal heating alright. it’s fun seeing him sweat like mad, see his neck veins bulge... ugh 

is gonna be a provocateur and try to nibble on your folds, man he just wants to get slapped around you can see right through this brat’s rowdy plan

might even want his ass played with while you ride his face so prepare for some intense contortions, fingering, butt plugs, prostate massage, the whole array, gladly taemin is flexible

always pulls it off hands-free because he’s a pro and well yeah he’s always tied up how um totally surprising

and any challenge he will meet that i guarantee you

he has immediately apparent shinee concert stamina, longevity like his career, taemin can lend his face to your purposes for the whole night he doesn’t care if he needs to chuck it in the freezer afterwards

bonus: if taemin doesn’t at some point wear one of his glittery masks for sexy time, somebody is probably impersonating him and it’s not the real lee taemin i’m afraid

so many orgasms you’ll stop counting, one blends into the other, even if you’re not moving much, how does he do it

that being said gee can we just appreciate how beautiful his face is, everything about him, it’s gonna be so sexy and soft to kiss him to sleep oh my god

⌜ 💋  kim jongin ⌟

▸ strength: escalating

just how industrious is he? dammit kai is the rent due or something, this shit is not a comeback stage cool down

jongin is needy as fuck, he’s desperate to taste you especially in the morning when his lips are all plump

since then he’s skipped his skin care routine you do the bulk of the moisturizing you see

jokes aside get ready for whimpery kai thrusting his face right into you because he can, should you need something to hold onto, his thighs are literally right there

constant high-pitched moans, some during quick pauses, others stifled, kai are you okay he’s really going all out 

so thirsty

if you don’t put a harness on him for this you’re missing out, also you need something to hold this wild slutty motherfucker in place

rock-hard throughout, harder than a goddamn superm choreography

also: sturdy chin that can take a lot, it’s made to be sat on

does a lot of the work, very active, main dancer vibes you know, you can be lazy and just enjoy

most continuous style in the group, gradually getting more and more passionate and nervous — the second you thought it gets boring he goes off, have fun losing your mind and seeing him basically K.O. himself

if he wants to make you cum, rapid tongue jabs deep into your clit, and his hard breath against it, no fair play in here

absolutely has a thing for your shaking thighs, like what the hell he’s blowing a huge load the more you tremble, and he’s goddamn crying from pleasure every time woah

those big ole lips are an absolute treat, yeah i’ll say it again his face is meant for this

wants to be called all kinds of names wow jongin, it just spurs him more

kai. is. so. good. 

you can most definitely film your own POV cam, jongin can put on one hell of a show. just this time it’s not his eyes flirting with the camera, it’s his tongue getting a nice rough treatment oh yum

don’t get me wrong he can deliver a romantic version of this, but kai just likes you being tough on his face he can’t deny it

uses his hands so you can ride him even harder, all his teddy bears will be falling off the bed like dominoes

might one day ascend to heaven while giving head, wouldn’t regret it

can do it until complete exhaustion you guys just pass out

being such an oral workaholic do i sense a masochist streak in him there? 

fucking typical capricorn

⌜ 💋  wong yukhei ⌟

▸ strength: appetite

first off yukhei is hilarious

it’s called eating out and that’s exactly what he does duh, he’s not nicknamed foodcas for no reason — the restaurant is open my dear, and he just served himself five courses (you)

gets super sweaty, forehead and down the neck, a 6′0 glazed bun can you imagine

giggles a lot, makes the atmosphere relaxed, loves banter before and after, an allround sweet experience

though beware, this guy is hungry. most prone to open his mouth super wide he wants to eat all of you at once

don’t tell kun how nasty he is, much less leader baekhyun, promise me that

and especially nosy kai should not hear about what sexy shit yukhei is doing in his freetime unless you want to trigger a war 

that being said the wayv dorm is still the safest place to sit on his face, so. it’s a lawless land there, nobody gives a fuck anymore at this point. yangyang would not even blink if ten murdered someone in cold blood on the balcony, that’s how the atmosphere there can be best described

lucas being a far more harmless himbo still ironically fits into the environment being so sexually insatiable, just how often are you going to fuck? it’s only natural to lose the overview

he loudly pouts and complains when it ends, wants to go on and on, you need a lotta stamina to get with this guy this is not a warning it’s a fact — yukhei really wants to tire himself out and give everything

if you lower your thighs just a little you can feel his dangly earrings. kinda sexy but also a safety concern i know i know, he’s not gonna wear them next time 

noisy as heck, wants to do well, always goes the extra mile to be sure you are all happy and satisfied with today’s dining

his tongue is... big...

we’re not gonna talk about that giant bulge either, such a huge tent in those pants it’s a whole camping ground. anyway

what we’ll talk about. his super soft blonde hair, we’re talking salon quality soft, that’s amazing to feel against your legs, it’s great to pull as well, or to twirl really playfully

though there’s not much playful going down when the initial inhibition drops

he’s not made of glass you can really get those hips going

sliding down his nose when you’re all wet... damn good stuff.

lucas is the kinda guy that has you grunting and gritting he loves your reactions, and how aggressive you can get. usually he’s the reaction king but like this? he can get used to it.

totally into having that kinda frog perspective it’s a whole new thing, he’s such a giant now he’s below you, the sight is just superb to him

less likely to have toys involved, but rather a bunch of rope for his chest, his arms, his long ass legs. yukhei is a bondage insider tip y’all

stable as a block of metal. if you go a little too wild on baekhyun he’s probably gonna break his mochi neck but lucas is a different calibre, this mf is made of giant muscles galore, i can only say one thing: finish him

⌜ 💋  mark lee ⌟

▸ strength: speed

talks a lot, even occasionally curses — instantly apologizing, but you curse right back, so this becomes the cussing olympics at some point, taeyong would bury his face in the ground all his parenting efforts have gone to waste

mark basically chokes himself

he can’t control his spit by all means jesus... in his own words: must be the drip then

next to taemin and baekhyun here we have the third drowning victim, mark is in serious need of multiple tissues or towels afterwards but that’s exactly what he likes

mark’s slutty side is not to be underestimated i’m warning you

that’s a healthy young man right here

loves to do quickies to get you off during daytime, if you’re horny just tell him and he’ll find a quiet spot, might do it on his knees rather than you riding him sometimes for practical reasons 

all options open, mark is flexible af. if someone can promote with nct dream and superm at the same time that’s the result

so yeah you’ll experiment with positions and even outfits, what’s the most comfortable to wear? 

few people even remotely think about this. mark himself stays in his signature sweater but the glasses come off, you know very well he’s a nerd without them he has nothing to prove lmao!

the clothes will be cozy but don’t let that fool you yet alright

this guy has watched too much porn to just keep it light and cute

don’t get me wrong you can baby him ad nauseam for the more gentle femdom moods

but at the end of the day mark loves some intense shit, he likes feisty girls who aren’t coy and subby, the more perverted you are the better, in fact he enjoys being shocked with brazen attitude and getting orders on what to do.

loves it when you to take it all out on him, rough is good. mark lee’s face is the rodeo range of super m alright, just don’t break his glorious jaw or anything, he still needs it okay

but yeah mark’s face is tempting to ride hard not gonna lie

his tongue can go so fast it’s at the speed of sound, no, the speed of fucking light. mark goes crazy on your clit, wait a few seconds, boom five orgasms rain down on you. 

it’s like an anime swordsman just lifting the sword hilt, walking off calmly, and one minute later things are in shambles like how? mark’s sword tech is just epic like that

he’s a leo what did we expect, show-off

in the meantime, RIP to mark lee’s pants. they’ll be soaked with cum, gonna be a bitch to hide your clothes from taeyong who’s always eager to wash everything by himself

that aside, mark really enjoys the position, he doesn’t need much else to be honest, he goes “oh my god oh shit” enough for you to know

thank god he’s a rapper, otherwise his dang technique would be dangerous, he doesn’t breathe for half a minute or so

enjoys you really doing shallow thrusts, super fast and sloppy, loves how much you enjoy it

needless to say: breaks a guinness world record for most licks per second, it’s that mark lee flow

long story short his face is your favorite spot he can prepare for a daily session

all that practice on water melons paid off good job markly

⌜ 💋  ten lee ⌟

▸ strength: allround skill

you know a pro by how he’s offering you a tall glass of water beforehand

and by the way he’s chugging one himself

champion, a keeper

you’re guaranteed to love it, ten is amazing

takes his time, gets to know your every inch, figures out your soft spots in a matter of minutes to seconds

everything for his sexy mama, service sub right here

take him on a leash, grind on his lips, make him kiss your clit, he’ll respond by circling his tongue around obediently

chittaphon might be a little fidgety at the beginning, but the atmosphere is not as tense anymore after doing it two or three times. 

ten is actually quite good cracking lighthearted jokes and showing his more extroverted side, he always gets like that with a partner. 

you have an easy time with build-up conversations and communicating in general, same with aftercare pillow talk

that being said the degree of professionalism this guy is heading for needs a lot of talk in the first place. 

ten likes doing advanced things that aren’t just intuitively understood, you need to exchange yourself a lot

through trial and error you figure out how to incorporate sex toys into the little routine you have going on

the pleasure will be so intense you’ll never want anything else fuck

ten is also down for a lot of moving around, some athletic shit

you’ll go from bouncing on his dick to smothering his face back and forth pretty much, let’s see how fast you’re gonna bust a huge nut like that my bet is five minutes

those like “oh... ah—” moans are just angelic

since he focuses so much on your erogenous zones and always keeps his hands involved, ten is always guaranteed to have you breaking a major sweat

ten does not like to eat any fruits, they say. well that’s true, because he’s too busy eating you that is. boy can basically retire from citizenhood, he’s that busy between your legs. 

enough fruit juice for an entire week impending, don’t worry about his nutrients, this is also a form of diet.

uses his chin, his cheeks, the nose especially, the damn nose it’s perfectly shaped

wants you to really ride him hard, and fast, no holds barred at all, going so feral he’ll be squeezing his eyes shut

sometimes his hair gets in the way, it’s just so damn long. the result: hair ties for face-sitting, always on his wrist

among all members, buries his face the deepest, turns him on so much

always makes sure you’re both washed up, no impromptu sessions. ten is a hygiene priest and he’s right

the mattress is kinda bouncy and he always uses his favorite soft pillow under his head so you can definitely take mister ten lee to pound town like work your hips give it to him

in case he survives i send my congrats, you got yourself the right guy, terrific choice queen

⌜ 💋  lee taeyong ⌟

▸ strength: ideas

how much more religiously can he eat you out, he treats this like the best reward he can get

as you can probably tell by now, all the lee surname members are definitely a certain brand and clan of highly distinguished pussy eaters like, these guys are a fucking gang like... well taeyong is no different

reckless abandon oral, eats you like it’s the last day, even death fears lee taeyong when he’s in giving head mode

you might be showering together beforehand and be all shy and kissy like it’s puppy love. but that is all for naught when the tongue of god is unleashed and taeyong gets himself as messed up as he can

yeah i like the thought of god being incarnated as kinky taeyong begging to have his mouth spit and cummed in it just makes sense

very deep mumbles, very hard breathing, those veiny hands on your waist, he wants to make you feel good so bad, fuck he’s so sexy

intense facial expressions, need i say more

also um... he likes to be... threatened. he’s the student you’re the teacher, strict as hell surveying his every move, the more you yell at him the harder he gets, jesus christ he has a thing for you acting mad and shit

taeyong doesn’t even need you to pull off your underwear, he’s gone get through any type of fabric with that leaking mouth

let’s just say he likes to experiment with innovative techniques... anyway, taeyong is a nasty fucking freak, he’s a grade A hoe, you never know what to expect

one time he just licks like a shy doe, the next second slurping explosion 5000

imagine whipping his thighs with a riding crop while sitting right on that ultra gorgeous elven prince face like

taeyong is almost always getting super emotional. he sheds even more tears than kai, like at some point you’ll develop a crying kink because of him SOS

nervous as hell, shaky hands. that can easily be fixed sir let’s tie em up

has you moaning nonstop, he’s so engaged and so dead-on with his movements. don’t be surprised if this damned man has your eyes almost falling out

beware, this guy is into full-on sensual deprivation as well. blindfolds are only the start. 

you might end up with a whole lotta black latex involved, who knows, a whole gimp on him he’s down for that, he learned from ten what it is blame chittaphon’s vast kinky knowledge

even better: while you’re grinding on him, taeyong likes you pumping his cock with a fleshlight with zero mercy until he yelps in tiny oops

hell he might ask you to roughly fuck his face with a strap and then ride it, the mister likes double treats huh

then again: wants it to be degrading and dirty and intense on some days, and really wholesome and romantic on others

especially aftercare will be sweet and dulcet, you take care of him, pepper him with kisses for being such a dutiful boy.

looks pretty no matter what. maybe he’s born with it maybe it’s tyongbelline. yeah just how handsome is that face and hair like... t’yongreal paris in full splendor

long story short he’s an oral deity. i rest my case howdy and goodbye see you next time aye

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Episode 1 Transcript: Not Exactly Like the Tom Bradys

G: Hello, everyone, this is post-edit Grey. I just wanna inform you all that for this episode and a couple of the few ones after this, the audio quality is not exactly the best. However, I hope you guys still stick around, because it does get better. Thank you!

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[intro guitar music]

G: Hello! My name is Grey.

C: And my name is Crystal.

G: And this is Busty Asian Beauties, a Supernatural commentary podcast where I, someone who has seen the show several times

C: and I, someone who only knows the show through social media, discuss every single episode of Supernatural, from start to finish. Also, we are both Asian.

G: We are both Asian.

G: So, first episode of the show, the pilot. Crystal.

C: Yep.

G: Since you've never seen the show before, I am going to ask you: what do you think will this episode be like?

C: Okay, so I feel like I've seen honestly probably most of the plot of this episode through social media already. I know it starts with a flashback and Mary burning on the ceiling and John screaming, "Mary, Mary," whatever, and then we go to Sam at Stanford, and then Jess is there and she's hot. And then Dean shows up, and they have to go find their dad, and then there's like some creepy ghost lady or something-

G: You know so much!

C: - I guess they kill her at some point? I guess I assumed it would probably be through burning or something. And then Jess dies at the end of the episode. Yeah. So I feel like I know what happens in this episode already.

G: Yeah, sounds like.

C: Next episode, though, no clue.

G: Well next episode, we can't even say the name of, so, Supernatural, go!

C: Right. Next episode, redacted.

G: So let's start talking about the episode now. The intro screen, right? It changes every season. Did you know that?

C: Yes. I don't actually remember what the intro screen was for this episode, it wasn't particularly memorable.

G: It's very forgettable, yes, it's not memorable. It's just a black screen and "Supernatural" in bluish-white, so it's not significant. I suppose every season we have to talk about the intro screen.

C: Right.

G: So that's going to be our thing.

C: That sounds like a good idea. Graphic design is their passion.

G: Graphic design- [laughing]

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G: First off, we open up in Lawrence, Kansas, and it's a happy family intro. Okay, I have a question. I have a question for literally every scene in this show. Do you, in your family,for example, do you put babies in another room?

C: I think like when I was little, my crib was in my parent's room for a bit.

G: Yeah, exactly!

C: Because it seems a lot easier to do that than to have a baby monitor set up next to your bed and get out of bed and walk to another room every time the baby's crying. Like I don't know what the point is.

G: Like what if the baby chokes in their sleep? You have to have the baby beside you! What if the baby has a demon feed them blood?

C: Exactly! Exactly! If the Winchesters were just Asian and kept Sam in their room, none of this would have happened.

G: So, Sam is in a separate room, and the clock stops, and the lights flicker-

C: Can we talk about the decor in his room, actually? Because he has this baby mobile, right? And you look up. And it's like little baseballs and baseball bats just hanging around? Like, what is with that? Like, they were like, "this is a boy baby, and therefore, instead of having cute animals like the average baby mobile, we're gonna have sports so he knows to sport"?

G: Yeah, it's a baby. It doesn't care about sports.

C: And then later, John asks Dean, "Hey, do you think Sammy's old enough to kick around a football?" which is like, a joke I guess, but Sam is six months old, stop making him kick around a football!

G: Okay. It was kinda cute, okay, Crystal?

C: Fine.

G: It was kind of cute, so I'll give them a pass.

C: Alright, this is just the establishing scene, right, and they decided the establishing fact about Sam is that he is boy and does sport.

G: Yes. [laughing] It doesn't do wonders for our trans Sam agenda, but

C: I guess they just knew early. At six months old, their afab little baby was like "I'm a boy now" and they were all like, really supportive.

G: So, Mary thinks that John is in the room, so she goes out, and I must say, the shadow effect in this episode is exceptional. It looks really good.

C: They did a good job with it.

G: Like, every time that they do a shadow scene, so like, the Dean-Sam fight scene later on, the one where they're in the staircase, it always looks gorgeous. It looks amazing. And Mary walking around looks amazing as well. And then, you know, it's the usual. She finds John in the living room, sleeping, and then she runs upstairs, a scream, and then John, and then- we all know what happens. This is the pilot episode of Supernatural! We all know what happens.

C: Right. He looks up, there's blood dripping on his hand, he looks up, it's Mary, stabbed to death on the ceiling. He screams, and she bursts into flames.

G: And then there's the iconic line, you forgot it!

C: Oh right. [in unison] "Take your brother outside and run-

G: -as fast as you can, now, Dean! Go!"

Dean takes Sam outside and they're sitting outside and there are firefighters everywhere, and then we cut to black, and it's Stanford! We are at Stanford. Present day.

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C: Good for Sam. I don't know how he got his rec letters or how he got in without any extracurriculars, but I don't know, but maybe 2005- or I guess 2001 was when Sam applied? I guess maybe it was easier back then.

G: So we're at Stanford, and we see Jess, first and foremost. She's wearing a-

C: - sexy nurse outfit.

G: Sexy nurse outfit! And she looks hot.

C: Right, she does.

G: She looks amazing doing it.

C: And they specifically pan up from her legs, like they're trying really hard to sexualize her.

G: I actually did not notice that because I was looking at the foreground, at the Mary/John portrait. I was focusing on that, and I thought it was, you know, it's Mary and John! What more do you want?

C: The perfect marriage!

G: And then we have the iconic- it's not iconic, but the first line in the show by a main character, well I guess Dean spoke earlier, but by Sam. "Do I have to?" Which, you know.

C: Poor Sam.

G: Really embodies Sam's character. It's just "do I have to?" over and over again.

C: Sam's getting dragged around all this episode.

G: And then they go to a party and they talk about Sam's LSAT score, which I have no idea what a high LSAT score is. Do you?

C: No, what did Jess say it was? Like 176 or something?

G: 174.

C: I'm assuming the LSAT is out of 180, but I can check. Oh, yeah, it's 120 to 180, so 174 seems pretty good.

G: Good for him! Good for Sam.

C: Congrats, Sam.

G: And then, this is the beginning of one of our little segments inside the segment which is talking about the actual show, which is "Grey doesn't understand Americanisms." Because I don't, and there's a line here where Sam goes, "We're not exactly the Bradys," and then the dude he's talking to goes, "Well, we're not exactly-" and then a name that I did not catch. Do you have any idea what that means?

C: The Bradys is referencing The Brady Bunch, which I think is like a show- oh, okay, so Luis said, "I'm not exactly the Huxtables," and I've not heard of the Huxtables, but Urban Dictionary says-

G: I thought the Bradys were like, Tom Brady? Because he's the only Brady I know!

C: Oh, no, no. No, it's like, The Brady Bunch, I think it's like a family show where everyone's really close? Okay, so the Huxtables was a family on The Cosby Show and it's used to reference upper-middle-class Black people or families.

G: Oh, 'cause he's talking to a Black guy, yes?

C: Right, right, I guess Luis is Black and Sam is white, so he is talking about the Bradys and Luis is talking about the Huxtables-

G: Oh. I really thought it was Tom Brady! Because they talked about, like, home run, right? And that's- I'm sorry, that's a baseball thing, right?

C: Yeah, it's a baseball thing.

G: And Tom Brady is a baseball player.

C: Is he?

G: Or, I don't know, football? American football?

C: Yeah, he's a football player.

G: [laughing] I am failing at understanding references.

C: It's all good. Honestly, I'm not great at references either.

G: When I was younger, 'cause Dean spouts references, right? Like, later on, he also says references that I took note of. When I was younger, I thought the reason why I didn't get anything that Dean says is because I'm just young. I haven't been cultured enough, so that's why I don't get it, but now I'm like, "no, he just really says shit, though."

C: Yeah, he really just says shit.

G: Later on in the show, he really will just start referencing whatever. And you know Cas's famous line, like [in unison] "I don't understand that reference." I feel that incredibly deeply.

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G: We have Jess and Sam sleeping for the next scene. They kiss, and then they go to bed and sleep.

C: Yeah, and they're sleeping back-to-back under no blankets in late October where it's probably cold! What are you doing?

G: For real? Amazing. And then we get the next shadow scene, as I say, which is Dean walking into the... dorm? Is this a dorm?

C: I think it's an apartment because if Sam's a senior, then he probably has the chance to live off-campus, and a dorm would not allow him to live with Jess, probably, like I think school dorms are usually quite separated by gender, so I think it's an apartment that he and Jess are renting.

G: We get the Sam and Dean first fight scene. Yes! And then we get the iconic-

C: I love how we're supposed to-

G: Sorry. Go on.

C: I love how we're supposed to be scared of Dean when we first see there's an intruder or something, but then you see his silhouette. He has his stupid spiked-up hair, and honestly probably his stupid prettyboy eyelashes in the silhouette; that is not a threatening figure.

G: Literally, like, he was doing a pout! He was doing a pout with his mouth! He was like, pouting! Like he's not threatening at all.

C: Like, I'm not scared of this little man, he's 26, dude!

G: We get the iconic line, the first adult Dean line, which is, "whoa, easy tiger." I love that line.

C: It's the Year of the Tiger, by the way! Right? So, very opportune.

G: Yes. We are in fact Asian and we know that it is about to be the year of the tiger.

C: Right. It's not started yet.

G: So we have Sam and Dean talking. A line that I noted there was Sam says, "You should've called." And then Dean says, "Well if I had called, would you have picked up?" which is like oooh. Ouch. I feel bad for Dean. So like, throughout this episode I was like, "Dean is so fucking annoying! Sam has an interview, don't you get that?" And then towards the end, when he was like, "okay, I'll drive you home," and then the shot of the camera is just showing him- It's weird, because I've never seen them do this shot again in the show, I don't think. The shot where Dean is sitting- we're skipping ahead, but that's fine. So the scene where Dean is sitting and the camera is literally perpendicular to him, I was like, "I've never seen this shot anywhere else in the show." It's weird that they only use it once, if they only really did use it once.

C: Yeah, maybe it's a pilot thing.

G: But also, it's weird 'cause it separates them, you don't see the brothers together. So I guess the whole point is the separation or whatever.

C: Yeah, yeah. Good catch.

G: And then Dean says the Smurf comment...

C: Right. Love a man whose third line is sexual harassment.

G: [laughing] Oh my god. And then Sam pulls this thing where he's like, "If you wanna talk to me, you have to talk to Jess, too," and Dean was like, "Dad's on a hunting trip, and he hasn't been home in a few days." And Sam's like, "Excuse us. We need to go outside." And it's like, “Sam, are you stupid?” Like, you know.

C: Like what did you think he was gonna say?

G: Yeah, what did you think?

C: "Hi, Sam, can I borrow some money?" Like what did you think was happening here?

So they go outside, right, yeah?

G: Yeah, they go outside, and we get exposition, exposition, exposition. "Ever since Mom died," blah blah blah.

C: The most unnatural dialog ever.

G: But at least it looks pretty! Compare it to season 15 of Supernatural.

C: Sam looks real pretty with the shadows on his face.

G: Yeah, he has the K-pop boy mullet hair cut-

C: [laughing] No, he literally does!

G: Like it's like a middle part and then a little bit of a mullet thing going on. He looks good! He looks pretty. But it is exposition. And Sam says, "You think Mom would have wanted this for us? He raised us like warriors." And I was like, ah!

C: Yeah, I never understood why they said "warriors" instead of "soldiers." Warriors sounds quite heroic and noble, soldiers sounds more like "ugh, we're sludging through the trenches."

G: Well, you know. Actually, I don't know. I have no idea why they said warriors instead of soldiers.

C: Yeah, I guess maybe they were still trying to set up the glorification of hunting even though Sam is currently against it?

G: Yeah, the heroism of it all. Dean asks Sam, "What, are you just gonna do this? Live a normal life?" And then Sam says [in unison] "Not normal, safe." Safe, yes. And then Dean's like, "You ran away! Is that why you ran away?" And then Sam says, "Dad told me that if I should go, I should stay gone." And like, agh! Sam! Because when I first watched Supernatural, I was a Deangirl. I loved Dean. I started watching Supernatural again last year from the start. Because usually I just pick episodes I like and then I watch those. But this time I was like "let's do it chronological." And watching Sam now that I'm older and closer to his age at the beginning of the show, I'm like, "Oh! This hits!" 'Cause like his plot, I understand now why a lot of people gravitate towards Sam in the first seasons. 'Cause his plot, just in this first episode, is just like, agh!

We get Dean saying that- he says, "I can do this alone, but I don't want to," which is such a Dean thesis statement.

C: It is, yeah.

G: And then we get the iconic "I'm 26, dude!" Like Sam's like, "Okay, tell me the lore."

C: [laughs] Iconic.

G: Well, he doesn't say "lore" yet.

C: Yeah, I don't think lore happens until later.

G: I can't wait for it. I'm looking forward to hearing Sam say the word lore for the first time.

C: Yeah, me too.

G: But Dean does list the lore.

C: And I'm also looking forward to "So, get this" as well.

G: Yeah. "So, get this"? Ah! Sam! And then he lays out the voicemail, and I wrote in my notes, "I do not care," because I really do not care about the plot. I do not care about the hunting plot of any episode of Supernatural. So in this podcast, if you're expecting us to go into detail about the hunting plot of every episode of Supernatural, well, unfortunately, we really only care about the characters.

C: Yeah, very very true. And I only really care about Cas, so it'll be until season 4 when I'm really engaged.

G: [laughing] So Dean's like, "It's been two years, I've never asked you for a thing."

C: Right, which is weird because college is four years.

G: Yeah, and Sam is a senior.

C: Right, I mean unless Sam sped through his classes...

G: I think it's been talked about. I've read about it, this is a mistake in the script. 'cause they were supposed to age down Sam and Dean, and then they aged them up, but they forgot to add the two years in the dialog. But because they said it already in canon, it is canon that for the first two years of college, Sam and Dean were in contact! That could be interesting. Of course they never explore it, but it could be interesting.

C: Right. Right. Is that the end of the conversation?

G: Yeah, I think so.

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C: Sam's like "okay," and then goes back in and he's packing, and Jess is like, "Are you sure you wanna do this? You never talk about your family or you seem to have issues with them, tell me where you're going" and Sam's like, "It'll all be okay! And I'll totally make the interview!" And then- I don't know, was there an issue with the way it was shot? Because it seemed like he just totally abandoned his bag of knives on the bed and then just walked out empty-handed.

G: [laughing] I did not notice that at all. Maybe he just forgot. Maybe later on he'll come back.

C: And then Jess yells after him, "At least tell me where you're going!" and then it cuts.

G: It cuts to Jericho, California.

C: And Sam's gonna feel really bad about walking out on Jess by the end of this episode.

G: Yeah! At least they have that call in the middle. Is that even a call? That's a voicemail, right?

C: You don't say I love you at the end of a voicemail though, right?

G: Okay. Here's a fun fact. In my country, we don't have voice mails, so I've never received or given a voicemail. It's just never occurred, never happened. So I don't know the etiquette of voicemails.

C: Or, okay, maybe- I think maybe actually you do sometimes say I love you at the end of voicemails. Yeah, maybe Sam was just listening to a voicemail. It seemed weird that he didn't reply to the I love you, like that seems rude, so perhaps...

G: Perhaps it is a voice mail. So this is the last time they spoke to each other. That is so sad.

C: Right. Sam didn't answer the question, and he just left all his knives!

G: He just left without his knives!

C: What if Brady went and stabbed Jess with one of the knives Sam left behind?

G: You know what's interesting? You know about Brady, and I don't. I don't remember Brady at all. But I know who he is.

C: The Samgirls are really into him.

G: Yeah, I know. The Samgirl nation is really into Brady. Unfortunately, I am more of a Casgirl myself, so... But I love Sam. Let it be known by everyone that I love Sam.

C: Yeah. Let it be known by everyone that I love Cas.

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G: So we go to Jericho, California, and we see a dude come across this woman in a white dress.

C: Right. And at first I was like "Why the fuck would you let her in? She looks gray!"

G: Because it's Halloween. It's Halloween.

C: Right, it's Halloween. He was like, "This woman has creepy vibes, but that is on purpose and not as a result of her ghostly nature."

G: So the guy is obviously flustered, and the girl asks the guy to come home with her.

C: Right. He stares at her boobs a lot and then says, "Hell yeah!"

G: Yeah, and her thighs... It's, it's, you know. It's a scene from Supernatural.

C: Yeah. It's a scene from Supernatural.

G: So, they stop-

C: Do we know why she's in that dress? 'cause I'm assuming she didn't kill herself while wearing her tits-out dress.

G: Yeah, I mean, is it a nightgown?

C: Is it a night gown? Are nightgowns usually this tits-out?

G: Because it's like, thematic if it's a nightgown because Mary dies in a nightgown. Jess does not wear a nightgown, but she dies in a nightgown, right?

C: She's in some kind of white dress. There's like a sash on it though, right?

G: Maybe it's an oversized shirt.

C: Yeah.

G: We're just making excuses for Supernatural at this point.

They stop at the house at the end of- and I highlighted this- Breckenridge Road. I don't know why. It's irrelevant. But the woman says, "I can never go home" and disappears. Ooh! Creepy! And then [laughs] a bat attacks the guy.

C: Right.

G: Which I thought was so funny. And then he goes running away in his car, ends up on a bridge, and we see a blood splatter.

C: Well, first there's like the panning shot from him in the driver's seat to her in the backseat and then her in the mirror, which I thought was a little classic horror move, but I thought it was fun. And then screaming, car shaking, blood, uh oh!

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G: We cut to Sam and Dean... Okay. I have another Americanisms question. Do gas stations like this really exist?

C: I mean, that one looks pretty run down, like grimier than the gas stations I usually see.

G: Because like, this gas station looks like it's from fucking Red Dead Redemption. [C laughs] Like it looks so old and run down... Isn't that dangerous?

C: You know, it definitely looks like it got attacked by the Dust Bowl and then no one bothered to fix it afterwards.

G: And this is in California, right? California, what is California?

C: Yeah, California doesn't have dust bowls.

G: Is it a desert state?

C: Yeah, well it's called the Golden State, I think is the nickname, but yes, it is mostly desert and also-

G: Yeah, so maybe it is in the desert-y area of California.

C: Yeah. Yeah. That makes sense.

G: But all I was thinking was, "It looks dangerous." Like, it looks so dangerous.

C: Yeah, I don't think it's really up to building code standard.

G: And Sam is talking about credit card scams just like, out loud.

C: Right, and also like in the sloppiest exposition known to man after the first sloppy exposition of the episode.

G: Yes. So he's talking about scams out loud for everyone and God to hear. Just, out loud. And then he dunks on Dean's cassette collection, which is always funny. We get the iconic line, "Driver picks the music-

C: "-shotgun shuts his cakehole."

G: Yes, amazing. And then we get our- is this the first music cue? It is, right?

C: Maybe, yeah I think so.

G: Yeah. We get "Back in Black." Which is a good song, I must admit. I have rocked out to it multiple times after watching Supernatural when I was thirteen.

C: I feel like I haven't really listened to any music that was made before 2000? So, is ACDC- is "Back in Black" from after 2000?

G: ACDC, yes. It's an old song.

C: I've heard of ACDC. Okay, yeah, I just don't know classic rock, like at all.

G: I only know classic rock because I watched Supernatural [C: Supernatural!] young. Literally. You know what, a friend of mine, a British friend of mine was like, "You are the prime victim of the American dream." Because like, I watched Supernatural once, and immediately I'm like "I'm gonna listen to classic rock, I'm going to do all of these things that are considered American."

C: Ouch.

G: It's, yeah, yowch.

C: Yeah, instead of yassification, USAfication?

G: Yeah, it's very unfortunate. And you know, we are pushing back against the USAfication of Grey.

C: Yeah.

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G: Okay. So they drive some more, and they end up [in unison] on the bridge.

C: And for some reason, all the blood splatter that was there before is gone.

G: Yeah, totally gone.

C: And they're like, "The car is completely clean, there's no sign of a struggle..."

G: The car is clean. There's nothing on it.

C: Do you think she just licked up all the blood? Like what do we think happened?

G: No, because like, if the body is gone, it's not a leap to say the ghost

C: - disappeared the blood -

G: Disappeared the blood as well. Because it is also part of the body, so.

C: Right. That is true.

G: Yeah. It's not a continuity error at all. So, you know, we have federal marshals telling Sam and Dean that they're too young and Dean saying, "Aw, that's awfully kind of you mister!" or something like that, which I was like, "Ah! This guy is charming." Unfortunately. [both laugh] Okay. So they talk a bit to the marshal about what's going on.

C: Dean has his ACAB moment.

G: Yeah. Do you remember the line?

C: "Well, that is exactly the kind of crack police work I'd expect out of you guys."

G: Yeah. [laughing]

C: And then Sam stamps on his foot. Very siblings.

G: Sam stamps on him. And afterwards, Dean hits him on the head and is like "What was that for?" It's like, it's very funny. It's very siblings. Like, I have done that with my siblings.

C: It is very siblings. Absolutely.

G: It's very fun to watch. And then, you know, they go out. They go looking for this girl.

C: Right. Troy's ex, Amy?

G: What's her name? Amy? Amy.

C: And they find her.

G: They say they're Troy's uncles? Did you catch that?

C: Right, yes. Which, like, you know what? Is fair, because I'm the aunt to people who are older than me 'cause my dad's the youngest out of seven siblings, but like...

G: Yeah. My mom's the youngest out of ten siblings.

C: Oh, wow, nice! High-five!

G: It's, it's you know. I have cousins that are super old. Like, older than my mom.

C: Yeah. I think I'm technically a grandmother? One of my nephews is in his twenties and had a baby?

G: Yeah. It's the natural order when you have a big family. It just happens. But like, would you introduce yourself as like "I am the grandmother," "I am the great-aunt," you know?

C: I would not. Like, cousins works so much better. I don't get it.

G: Yeah. We're his cousins! "We're his uncles"? You're 26, dude.

C: [laughs] Also, like, it's weird. Amy says "He never mentioned you to me," like how often do you talk about your uncles to your partner? Like, not often.

G: Yeah, that's why they were able to get away with it! So it's fine.

And, you know, they're talking in the cafe booth. And you know, they mention the pentagram, Sam mentions it's actually to ward off the devil, etc etc, and then Dean- there's only one thing that I remember from this scene, and it's that Dean says "ladies," like he calls the girls "ladies," and I find that so annoying.

C: I remember that too. Yeah, I was like- I think I wrote down "Dean misogyny tally number 2" or something.

G: It's so annoying! Don't- I don't know.

C: Yeah, it seems condescending.

G: Yeah, it is.

C: Right, and like, her boyfriend just died? Be a little nicer.

G: But they do have that cute moment where the girl- or Amy says, "Oh, they talk about... something" and then Sam and Dean both go "What do they talk about?" at the same time. And I was like, “Ah! Siblings.”

C: Siblings.

G: Look at them.

C: Yeah. Still in-sync after many years apart.

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G: And then they go and research about what Amy said, which was that someone got murdered on Centennial. And then when researching-

C: Using the world's oldest Google-

G: Dean's researching, and he can't find jack shit. So Sam pushes him aside and does the research for him. Dean calls Sam a control freak,

C: Which is so ironic, given that Dean is absolutely the control freak.

G: They find out that-

C: Constance Welch-

G: Constance Welch committed suicide after her kids died-

C: Both her kids drowned in a bathtub or something.

G: Yeah, her kids died on the bathtub, she died on the bridge.

C: Oh my god, wait, sorry, um, I'm looking at the transcript now, and it says that the last line of the article is, "'Connie might have been quiet, but she was the sweetest, most caring girl I ever knew,' said Deanna Kripke, a neighbor"!

G: [laughing]

C: Eric just namedropped his own wife into this article!

G: Yeah, well he's in love.

C: Oh, right. She's not like that hateful Jessica that broke his heart in college and now must die on ceilings.

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G: So they go to the bridge and it's night now, it's nighttime. They go to the bridge and they start talking about- Sam is like, "I'm not gonna do this forever," which agh! Oh my god.

C: Sorry, Sam.

G: Sorry, Sam.

C: Sorry, bud.

G: Dean was like, "You're one of us," and Sam's like, "I'm not like you, I'm- this is not gonna be my life," and then Dean- the ic- I keep saying iconic, but it's actually not that iconic- but like the scene where Dean's like, "Well, you have a responsibility" and Sam's like, "What? To you? To Mom? Mom is dead, and she's never coming back." And Dean gets mad at him.

C: Right. That scene is so interesting to me because earlier we see like the brothers roughhousing around with the foot-stomping and the head-smacking, but this is a moment that feels actually dangerous, like it no longer feels like siblings, like I'm like scared of Dean, like I'm realizing there's a hierarchy in this relationship, you know?

G: I don't know. I didn't see it as that. I didn't see it as Dean being like-

C: I- as a Dean- as a Dean hater [laughing]- as a Dean hater-

G: Are you ready to alienate half of our audience?

C: Sorry. As a Dean- as a complicated feelings about Dean person, I felt- I think, it's also, I'm an older sibling, and I would never do that to my younger sister. I would not do that, like that's so bad! Like, they're on a bridge!

G: You have never had your sister on a chokehold? Are you-

C: No.

G: No? Well, I am the younger sibling, so-

C: Once she bit me until I bled because I was singing a song that annoyed her, but like-

G: [laughing] I think it's the sibling hierarchy. Like if you're older, and you're much older, you're not allowed to be an asshole.

C: I'm only two years older. I think I'm allowed to be an asshole, I just never really was.

G: You're kind of allowed. Meanwhile, [laughing] I have literally gone on wrestle fights with my siblings.

C: I've definitely fought my sister before, but it was never just a sudden- like there was always a chance for her to fight back, like the chokehold- there wasn't really a chance for Sam to fight back, you know?

G: Yeah, I guess so. But it wasn't like a serious threat, he was just like, holding him against the post.

C: Yeah, I think it's also that I'm scared of heights, so I'm like "Oh god! You're shoving him against a bridge! He's going to die!"

G: Anyway, they do jump off the bridge because they see Constance Welch. And then she jumps off the bridge, and she turns on the engine of the car, and she drives them off to the side of the bridge.

C: Right. Dean gets covered in mud-

G: Sam holds on-

C: Sam's hanging off the edge-

G: Right. Sam's hanging off the edge because he's smarter than Dean. [both laugh] And so he's holding off the edge, and then he does this little laugh, which is the first time we see him, I guess, laugh in Dean's vicinity. Like he does this laugh of relief, and that was very sweet.

C: Yeah, I was like "Oh, that's sweet! Because aww, you were just fighting, but you still care."

G: Yes. And then, you know, Sam gets off the bridge- Dean, I mean, gets off the bridge-

C: Dean says, "That Constance chick, what a bitch!" which is Dean misogyny tally number 3.

G: And he shouts it so loud, too.

C: It's so loud.

G: It's like, every single time I watch this episode- and I've watched it a bunch- I always am like, "Oh! Oh! He really just says it! He really just shouts it!"

C: It's so loud. Right. And it's like- I feel like in 2005, the word "bitch" was way worse than it is now? I feel like now, people just say it to talk to their friends all the time, I feel like in 2005 it was more of a swear word, so, truly Dean misogyny moments number 3.

G: If you keep that tally up, we will never- until the end of the show, I am interested if we keep this up.

C: Yeah, I'll try. I'll write down the numbers.

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G: [laughing] So they go to the motel and they find John's room because of the credit card whatever. And then, you know, they find that John actually already solved the thing. He already solved the mystery! So why is this Constance "chick," as Dean says- do you say chick, by the way?

C: Yeah, he says "that Constance chick, what a bitch."

G: No, no, you. Do you say chick?

C: Um, no, I do not say chick. I feel like there was a reckoning in like maybe 2010 that it was kind of misogynistic and then it sort of like tapered off. And I was too busy being in elementary school before then to say chick.

G: I actually- in my country, you call a group of beautiful girls "chicks," and that's like, a bad thing. That's not something you should do.

C: Like a catcalling thing?

G: Yeah, it's a catcalling thing. So, "oy, chicks!" Like that. It's not good. So every time Dean says chick, I do flinch a little bit because of the way it is used in my culture. So...

C: I don't think it's necessarily as bad in America, but like it's definitely-

G: It's something.

C: -definitely a little bit condescending.

G: They have the no chick-flicks moment-

C: Right. Also- why is Sam apologizing? I think Sam did nothing wrong, I think Sam said things that were completely correct, and then Dean freaked out on him. Why is Sam apologizing?

G: Well, because- okay, to put myself in Sam's perspective, he did insult their mother. Like, he was like- And that's a sensitive topic for Dean.

C: I guess. But he said she wasn't coming back, which is a true statement.

G: Yeah, that's true. Yeah.

C: Like, he wasn't like, "that Mom chick, what a bitch!" Like- he just said she's not coming back, even if we get this revenge, which I think is a fair point.

G: But, you know, it's a sweet moment, and it's referenced in the show, you know, again.

C: Right, everyone's really a big fan of the line "no chick-flick moments." Oh, is this Dean misogyny moments tally number 4?

G: Why? Is it because he said chick-flick? I think chick-flick is fine. Or is it because he says "jerk" and "bitch"?

C: Can we combine "no chick-flick moments" and "bitch" and also when he calls the men who were killed by the woman in white "you sly dogs"- can we combine that into one misogyny tally? Like they're all kind of small, but can I combine that into one?

G: Yes. I approve of this combination.

C: Alright. Dean misogyny tally number 4.

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G: So Dean finishes up showering and then he goes out to buy food, and it's morning. I don't know how the time works; was it midnight when they went out to the bridge? So like, it's morning now?

C: Yeah, maybe. Did they get to sleep? I hope they got to sleep a bit, but I don't think they did.

G: Probably not. We know Sam and Dean.

C: Oh, and we also see that John had a picture of him with Sam and Dean in the room-

G: Yeah. Sam finds it.

C: Which is quite sweet honestly-

G: Yeah, it is quite sweet.

C: But it's probably also quite sad for Sam to see, given that his dad kicked him out and hasn't spoken to him in four years.

G: [laughing] Yeah. So, Dean has his iconic putting on the jacket- the leather jacket moment, that he steals off his dad's room.

C: Right. Transmasc AF.

G: And he, you know, work work fashion baby. He looks good! And then he gets caught by the police. And he tells Sam to go.

C: And then the iconic "my boobs" line.

G: Yeah. "My boobs." "You got anything that's real?" "My boobs." Which is, you know.

C: Yeah, trans Dean moments. But also, [laughing] Dean misogyny tally number 5?

G: Hm... Ehhh...

C: No, I won't. I won't.

G: Yeah, it's. He's, you know. He's got boobs!

C: Yeah, you're right, you're right.

G: He is- This is like AMV fodder. Like if you make a Dean AMV, you put this scene. And I support that.

Anyway, so we find Dean in the police office. He's being interviewed. And then he says a bunch of words that mean nothing to me. He says, well first, I'm assuming that Nugent is a reference?

C: Um, I don't know, but-

G: Well, we'll never know.

C: Yeah, I mean, doesn't he take a lot of- Okay, so I'm looking it up, and Ted Nugent is a hard rock guitarist, so yeah, I think it's just Dean's thing of taking names off of music artists.

G: Yeah. And then he- the police says, "You're in trouble," and Dean's says, "Misdemeanor kind of trouble, or squeal like a pig kind of trouble?" And I'm like, what do those words mean?

C: I- okay, so a misdemeanor is just like- it's below a felony in terms of crimes-

G: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

C: So I know- "Squeal like a pig"... Right, at first I was like, "Is this sexual?" or like, maybe he just means "you will be slaughtered" kind of trouble, like a pig squealing before it's slaughtered. I'm not really sure.

G: I thought it was like a song reference or something, but I guess it's not. He's just saying shit at this point.

C: I think this is just Dean saying shit.

G: And then we see, for the first time, John's journal, which will haunt this show for eternity. This journal will be here for the rest of time. Something I noticed was, when it pans to the journal, and it pans to the coordinates, you see the grain of the film, and it reminded me that this was shot in film.

C: Right.

G: And I was like, yeah, it's good. It's a good choice to shoot. Especially because of the vibe of season 1 to 3. I think it really amplifies that vibe. So I commend that.

C: Definitely. It attempts to be a gritty show, and by using gritty film, that helps.

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G: So Sam on the other hand is out there interviewing Mr. Welch.

C: Being the worst fake reporter in the world.

G: Yeah. He's saying that John and him are partners, and he's fact-checking- oh my god, king of fact-checking! [both laugh] Dean has the paperclip escape, after Sam fakes a 911 call. And in my notes I wrote, "Dean is soo pretty, he is so handsome, so charming." And he is. Like in this scene, he looks so good.

C: Sorry, I just think his hair looks too stupid in this episode for me to be attracted to him. His hair is so spiky.

G: Well, he's having a moment. He's having a hot boy moment. [both laugh] He escapes, and he calls Sam, and they figure out that Dad has already left Jericho- why am I calling John “dad”? [laughter]

C: Dean and Samcoded.

G: John already left Jericho. And then, Sam is like, "What's going on?" and then he almost- well, he hits the ghost, but it's a ghost, so he doesn't hit it. And then the ghost appears on his backseat, right? And then is like, "Take me home" or whatever. And Sam is like, "You're scared to go home!" And so he drives her to the house. And then-

C: Yeah, but, well first, she forces herself on him.

G: Well, no. He drives her to the front of the house, and then she, like, assaults him. Because to make Sam vulnerable to her, he needs to be unfaithful.

C: -unfaithful, and apparently, sexual assault is equivalent to cheating.

G: Yeah, well, you know, it's a ghost. It's an evil ghost. It goes to Hell afterwards, so, you know.

C: Right, yeah, her morals are not pleasant.

G: Dean shoots at the woman in white. Sam drives the woman into the house.

C: Yeah. He crashes the Impala into the house.

G: Yeah. Which is such a moment. It was good.

C: Yeah, how badly-made is this- are cars really that strong?

G: It's wood, right?

C: Yeah, I guess. So I guess cars are that strong.

G: I don't know. But like, he was kind of fazed afterwards. Dean was like, "Are you alright?" 'cause, yeah. And then-

C: The ghosts of the kids show up.

G: The ghosts of the kids of Constance shows up and then sends all of them-

C: Going "Why did you kill us, Mommy?" or something.

G: No, I think they just say "Mommy, you're home!"

C: Oh, and somehow they all die via group hug?

G: They die via group hug, in a scene that looks like they're all being sucked in by the Empty?

C: Yeah. No, I remember writing down "the CGI here is not great."

G: Yeah. And then, 15 years later, they will use the same CGI to get Cas into the Empty, so, you know.

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G: We get "Highway to Hell" again- well, no. That's later.

C: We get ACDC again when they start driving back, and it is "Highway to Hell," which is a new song.

G: But like, Dean says like, "If you damage my car, I'll kill you," which is, you know, classic Dean moment. And then they do that "Highway to Hell." Dean's like, the scene that we talked about earlier, that he was like, "Oh, are you going? Are you going?" And Sam's like, "Yeah." And Dean's like, "Okay." And they do the classic buddy cop comedy scene where Dean goes, "We make a good team" and Sam's like, "yeah," and then just walks away.

C: So Sam comes in, he's looking for Jess, there's a note on the table over some cookies, like "I miss you, I love you." He's like, "Yay! Great! Time to eat some cookies and leave crumbs all over my bed while my girlfriend's in the shower, and afterwards we'll have hot return sex before my interview!" But then blood starts dripping on his face, and he looks up, and there's Jess.

G: Jess is on the ceiling!

C: Stabbed in the stomach on the ceiling, just like Mary. And then she bursts into flames. He screams. And then Dean runs in and he drags Sam out while he's screaming and trying to get to Jess, I guess sorta like a parallel of Dean taking Sam out of the fire when they were little-

G: Yes.

C: And then they're outside and Sam's like "Well, there goes my hopes at a normal life. Goodbye, Stanford Law School. Time for guns. We've got work to do."

G: Yes. "We've got work to do"! My question is, what are they doing with a carload of guns and weapons in a crime scene? Like, it's just open!

C: Right! I was like, it's just open, and there are like, firefighters and police right over there.

G: Literally you can see the sirens. The sirens are in the background, you know.

C: Yeah, like, my dudes. My dudes.

G: They were having a moment. And they needed the "we've got work to do" because it is an iconic scene.

C: Yeah, and the whole trunk closing shot is also iconic.

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G: So that's the end of the episode! So, what did you think about this episode?

C: Um, I thought for a pilot it was pretty good, it established the family relationship pretty well. I mean, I thought the hunt was kind of boring and also I'm aware they "adapted" the monster of the week from... Mexican folklore? was it? and probably botched it a lot, but I liked the cinematography, I liked the shadows...

G: Yeah, the shadows were amazing.

C: Yeah. And I feel like it set us up for a good season where I know what's going to be happening, it's going to be monster of the week while they try to find John and more brother moments. So yeah, I feel like it was a decent episode.

G: So, we have this segment called "Guess the IMDB Rating," and I already looked at the IMDB before this because I was trying to figure out what we're going to do the segment about. So I know the IMDB rating of the pilot, but just the pilot, I don't know anything else about the other episodes. So, for this episode, I'm just going to ask you, what do you think is the IMDB rating of this episode?

C: Okay, so, well, the pilot is gonna be the most widely-watched and most widely-rated episode, which I guess makes it a bit fuzzy. I think it was decent, and I feel like people who are very into the show would go and rate it as a nostalgia thing, so maybe like a 8.7?

G: You got it like, right. Did you look?

C: No, I didn't! Is it literally an 8.7?

G: It's literally 8.7, yes.

C: Oh my god! Good for me!

G: You're very good, yeah! I would have guessed a little bit lower. Like maybe an 8.5. 'cause like, I guess I've just watched it so many times already, it just doesn't have any impact on me anymore 'cause I've just literally watched it so many times already.

C: Right. Yeah.

G: So, I'm like, eh, it's an episode!

C: Right. Those lines that I already know sure do line!

G: Yeah. So like, yeah! That's it for this episode of [both laughing] Busty Asian Beauties.

C: No Asians in this episode.

G: Yes, no Asians in the episode.

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G: So next week, we're going to be doing season 1 episode 2, [together] redacted.

C: So- I don't know- subscribe?

G: No! It's follow, I think.

C: Follow? Follow. Follow us.

G: Yes, follow us on social media and on your podcast whatever, and then, yeah! Send us asks, whatever.

C: Recommend us to your friends 'cause we're very interesting to listen to and everyone loves us.

G: Yes. We did not just alienate all our Dean audiences.

C: Right. Um, I love- I love Dean, he's super totally hot and his eyes are pretty- what- what do Deangirls like about him?

G: I don't know.

C: He's serving absolute mother figure? Is that something they like?

G: He's serving absolute eldest daughter? Like, that's what they say, right?

C: Yeah! Serving absolute eldest daughter syndrome, he is also bisexual, and-

G: I mean, he is, so-

C: Well, he is, yes.

G: Good for him.

C: And also a- a babygirl?

G: Yeah.

C: There we go.

G: Yeah. We- we love Sam, we love Dean, we love Cas, you know. We will cater to your interests.

C: Yes.

G: Okay, that's it!

C: Oh, and you can email us?

G: You can email us.

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G: Yeah. That's it!

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rq; could you possibly write a one shot about the reader having AD(H)D and has a really hard time focusing on core academics (math, science, english, history) because they feel scared about stimming and/or fidgeting in front of people and so they ask tamaki for help?

tw; very mild angst, fluff, stimming, i use the word ‘embrassing’ too much, swearing

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it only took a moment of skimming over your latest progress report for you to understand the situation.

you continued to thrive in practical subjects like physical education, graphic design and manufacturing — the three main reasons you managed to secure your spot in the support course — but your core subjects seemed to be lacking.

for the last two years, you managed to score flying colours in all your subjects. but now, it was starting to appear as though your golden era was coming to a close. what was once a report with only scores greater than 90%, was now a range of totals anywhere from 90 to 50%.

this meant you were still passing all of your classes but these grades were only indications of how you were doing now; you knew that if you continued to struggle in all of your core courses, you might not finish your third year of UA highschool.

you simply wouldn't allow for your grades to decline further, so like any good student would, you made a list of ways you could improve.

number one was, of course, study more. however, you were almost certain that discipline and diligence aren't the causes of the issue.

number two was to ask for help from your teacher and although this was a completely valid option, you still felt like the problem ran deeper than your ability to comprehend the material. after all, you had made it this far without having to do so.

before you could even ponder number three, your pen ran out of ink. with a huff, you reach out to grab a new one from your pencil case, until you noticed that in the spot where your pencil case usually sits on your desk, there was nothing.

it was as though the void had caused all your memories of yesterday to come crashing down on you in an instant; it was almost nauseating. yet it, ironically, provided some clarity as to the location of your stationary.

two days ago, after school, you paid a visit to tamaki's house to deliver the gear he had commissioned. however, what was initially meant to be a casual interaction, somehow turned into a game of pictionary (with mirio and nejire there too, of course), for which you needed to bring your pencil case out of your bag. amidst your awkward goodbyes, you must've forgotten to put it back into your bag, hence your pencil case is probably lying dejected on tamaki's coffee table.

this left you with no choice but to throw on your jacket and begin your journey to tamaki's house. fortunately, he only lived a bus ride away from your home, yet you still mentally rebuked yourself for the whole length of aforementioned bus ride due to the fact that every time you would interact with tamaki, it felt like you were digging a deeper grave for yourself.

partially because you always found yourself oversharing with him — not that it was a one-sided ordeal — and you couldn't begin to explain why; he kinda just had a comforting aura about him. albeit you haven’t said anything embarrassing yet but the possibility of that happening was way too large. plus taking into consideration your complicated feelings for each other, leaving your pencil case at his house was a disaster waiting to occur.

or perhaps you were overthinking it. either way, you were now standing in front of his door with your school uniform and backpack on during a saturday afternoon because you had no idea what else to wear.

after ringing the doorbell, you stood as a patient statue in the cold until tamaki reluctantly opened the door and only poked his head out. “hello?”

emphasis on ‘only’, because he was truly committed to not allowing you to see him in his casual-wear, for some reason. a part of him reasoned that there was no way you would expect him to be wearing his school uniform on a saturday, but the majority of his brain was screaming about how he had to hide his clothes from you at all costs. especially since he was wearing socks, comfy trackpants and — most shamefully — a sweater with a small octopus design on it. and what would you think of him if you saw that his choice in loungewear was so childish?! it would be utterly humiliating.

completely unaware that tamaki was having a crisis behind the door, you pulled your most authentic smile and said the line you had been rehearing on the bus, “hi, tamaki. sorry for coming unannounced, but i think i left my pencil case on your coffee table when we were playing pictionary with mirio and nejire.”

“oh.” tamaki was almost too panicked to process what you just said but once he did, he immediately recalled the moment he noticed that you had left behind your pencil case. at the time, he planned on calling you to ask if he could drop it off at your house, but his nerves got the better of him and he decided to keep procrastinating the call until he completely forgot.

though, if he remembered correctly, the pencil case should be lying on his desk after he moved it there in hopes that the convenient location would remind him to return it; which it evidently did not.

“yeah. uh, i’ve got it. i’ll just go get it.” his face tingled with warmth slightly as he retracted it from the doorway, resulting in him finally realising how cold it is outside. in fact, since the eaves of his house shielded you for the climate, he didn’t even notice that it was snowing!

the polite bone in him got to work before the rest of him could react, as he blurted out, “come in, make yourself at home.”

fuck! i mean, it’s not that he doesn’t want you in his house — quite the opposite actually — but rather now he had to dart off to his bedroom before you could catch a glimpse of his sweater. but at least now this gave him an opportunity to change into something less embarrassing.

closing the door behind you, you were now left alone in tamaki’s living room. your eyes followed his figure as he dashed towards his bedroom, “odd.” you murmured to yourself. you weren’t exactly tamaki’s BFF but you were close enough to him that you could tell when he was acting weird.

but you didn’t think to much of it. actually, you were slightly grateful for this weird spike in tamaki’s behaviour because if he doesn’t want you around, that just means you are less likely to overshare and catch feelings, which means better outcomes in the long run, right?

after changing into a plain blue sweater and collecting your pencil case, tamaki strolled into the living room and handed it to you with a weak smile, “here you go.” he almost whispered, patiently waiting for your response so he could mentally prepare himself for goodbyes or another hour (or so) of conversation.

“thank you!” you basically squealed, pulling off your bag to stuff your pencil case back inside. while adjusting the straps on your shoulders, you took a moment to appreciate tamaki’s familiar attire, “oh, i love your sweater; i have a similar one with a cute little octopus on it.”

tamaki concluded that neither of you would be saying goodbye for a long while.

“thank you.” he responded with a soft smile, folding his arms over his chest as he made his way towards the kitchen, “um, so how are you?” he inquired, assuming that it was a pretty harmless question that would simply help get the conversation off the ground while he prepared tea.

“i’m good. but i don’t think i can say the same for my progress report.” you said with an awkward chuckle, standing aside as you watched tamaki put the kettle on. “and how are y--”

“what do you mean?” tamaki asked, disregarding the fact that he didn’t answer the question himself. although, simply put, this was because he found that conversation came more naturally to him when he was with you; or perhaps that is a slight overstatement. he tended to be more curious and inquisitive when talking to you and it wasn’t hard to tell.

until now you and mirio simply brushed it off as tamaki’s interest towards the support course, since you were the one who manufactured most of his gear. yet nejire always teased him as she believed that tamaki’s interest was caused by a different sort of passion.

nevertheless, regardless of tamaki’s motives, you still found yourself consistently answering his questions, “eh, well, i’ve just not been performing as well as i hoped.” you replied plainly with a shrug.

“is that all?”

no matter how many questions he asked, each one still managed to catch you off-guard. “um,” your throat ran dry, which might’ve been a sign from a deity to stop talking, but your swallowing was your way of proving that you did not care. although you will probably regret it later, talking with tamaki always relieved you.

“well,” you started, the lump in your throat growing by the second, “i guess i have a bit of trouble focussing in some classes too. but i mean, maybe it is because i drink too much caffeine? i’m not even sure to be honest.” that was lie, you were  90% sure of what the problem was, but you wanted to hear tamaki’s response before you proceeded, to determine whether he’d be open-minded about it.

“there is no such thing as too much caffeine.” he joked, handing you a cup of tea while he sipped on his own. “so it’s probably something else.”

he’s too good. it’s as if he knew you were withholding information.

“well,” you began once more, trying your best to appear clueless, “i guess moving helps me focus, but no once else in the class does it so wouldn’t it be embarrassing if i was the only one?”

“i don’t think it would be embarrassing at all.” he spoke softly, leading you back into the living room and offer you a seat on the couch beside him, which you graciously accepted. “but if you think it is, then i have something to help.”

before you could say anything, tamaki got up and headed towards his bedroom; leaving you to drink his heavenly tea while he searched. though, only a few minutes passed before you felt his arms slither over your shoulders to hook two clips together by your neck.

“there.” he said with a proud smile, “this is one of my cloaks that i use in my hero costume. you can tie it together so it covers the whole front half of your body.”

observing your reflection in the blackened TV, you smiled upon seeing for your own eyes that everything he said was true. it was like wearing a cape that goes around your whole body, and it had a nice hood! “wow, this is so adorable!” you cheered, then paused, “but how is it going to help me focus?”

“well, you can do whatever you want underneath it and no one will notice.”

ignoring the shady implications of that sentence, you moved your hand around underneath the cloak and he was right! no one would see you fidgeting underneath the cloak, and hopefully the professor’s voice would cover any sounds you made. plus, it looked pretty badass.

“this might work! are cloaks included in dress-code?” you joked, but you weren’t laughing for long as you turned to look at tamaki who was wearing an upset expression with his head hung low, “no.”

“oh.” you sighed, unclipping the cloak and handing it back to tamaki with a slight smile, “it’s fine. thank you for your help, and the tea. it was delicious, but i’ll probably have to start cutting back on the caffeine.” you gave it a chef’s kiss yet he didn’t even chuckle like he usually does. it was almost scary how your true emotions reflected onto him, as it seemed like the whole atmosphere had changed.

“(y/n).” tamaki uttered with a much more serious tone; eyes filled with determination yet trained onto the cloak in his hands. “you shouldn’t be embarrassed-- or at least, I, um, don’t think you should be.”

your eyes widened at how sternly he said the first part; granted, he became flustered when it came to the second part, but it really showed you how firmly he stood by what he was saying. you nodded for him to continue as he looked like he still had a lot on his mind.

“it’s unfair that you have trouble focussing because of what other people think. so my two cents is that you should do whatever you need to do, and, um, not care about other people... well, i mean, you should care about them, but just not what they think about you. because like, you can’t really control that--”

he found himself having to abruptly shut his mouth to stop himself from prattling on any further. especially since most of what he was saying was probably none sense that he mistook for inspirational, or at least that is what he gathered from the shocked look you wore; it was ironic how humiliated he was.

“that’s nice to hear.” you hummed, a kind smile gracing your features in place of the previous stunned expression, “though it’s hard to believe coming from someone as cool as you, tamaki.”

“cool?”

“yeah.” you chuckled, rolling your eyes at his baffled look which he must have been faking. surely he knows how highly thought of and respected he is throughout the whole school. he is in the big three, for fucks’ sake! “there is probably a better word to describe it, but you are one of the most badass people i know.”

“badass?” it was as if all he was capable of doing was repeating these words to you with an innocent yet confused gaze.

“yes!” you enthused, “so, is there anything you even have to be embarrassed about?”

“i do!” he almost whined, and without thinking, he stormed to his bedroom only to grab the sweater he cast aside earlier to show it to you, “look! an octopus sweater, isn’t this embarrassing?”

you deadpanned, unsure as to whether he was joking or not. “stimming is very different from a octopus sweater but go on.” however after a few moments of actually analysing the design on the article of clothing, you exclaimed, “oi, i have that exact same sweater! how is a cute little octopus embarrassing? plus, it would be extra cute on you because you have tentacles.”

in a moment of frustration and wanting to prove a point, he threw the sweater aside and began to sheepishly grab at the ends of his sleeves, “well, you know what’s even more embarrassing? having a crush on someone for three whole years and not having the balls to ask them out! and on top of that, being to nervous to return my crush’s stuff after you left it at my house.”

you weren’t sure if he meant to switch out ‘my crush’ with ‘you’ on purpose or if he was just confused. either way, you found yourself leaning in to wrap the poor boy in an overdue embrace, smiling against his chest as he hugged back. “that was..” you faltered, allowing tamaki to interject with “mortifying” but you were quick to correct him, “i think that was a very unique way to confess, and i'm just glad you did.”

your chuckle that followed was left to echo around the room as tamaki stood still and silent, simply enjoying the comfort in your arms as feeling the pleasure of time escape him. until eventually he whispered close to your ear, “so since i know more about embarrassment than you thought, will you take my advice now?”

you snickered, gently tracing shapes onto his back, “i was going to take your advice either way because if i don’t get good grades and remain in the support course, how will i graduate with you?”

“good point.” he hummed, not-so silently enjoying the relaxing sensations near his spine, “but we are not wearing matching octopus hats.”

how did manage to shoot down your idea before you even proposed it?

#tamaki amakiji #tamaki x reader #amajiki tamaki x reader #tamaki headcanons #tamaki fluff #bnha x gender neutral reader #tamaki x y/n #mha amajiki #mha tamaki #tamaki amajiki #amajiki x reader #bnha amajiki #amajiki tamaki imagine #my hero academia amajiki

[interact-if]

Umm hi 👉👈 I realized that most of the asks you guys get are about games and rec lists. You guys deserve so much recognition for the work you put in this blog, so I wanted to ask if I can do a little get-to-know-the-mods thing? If that's okay!

1. Besides writing, what are your hobbies?

2. Do you have a niche interest right now?

3. Any fave songs/artists/bands?

4. Any fave movies/tv shows?

5. On a scale of 1-10, how likely would you survive in your wip's world?

You can totally ignore this if you guys want, no pressure. Anyway, much love to all the interact-if mods! You guys are incredible! ❤

We saw this ask and we went 👀 👀 👀 so we’re happy to answer! Thank you so much for the fun ask!

 We also rated our survivability in all of our collective games, since Mars isn't an author! Fun stuff! Spoilers, though: it’s really not looking so great for me (Dani) but that’s fine!!!  😌

1. I’m a photographer as well as a graphic artist (but not like. A painter/drawer kind of artist!) and, on a general level, a maker and a tinkerer!

2. Fountain pens! I only write with ink, and only with fountain pens, and I use bottled inks/converters!

3. I’m pretty eclectic with music, but my top genres are alt rock, indie, indie pop, etc, as well as top 40s and some rap.

4. I feel like this is the hardest one for me to answer? Favorite movies/shows? Avatar: the Last Airbender has been a favorite show of mine since I was a little kid, but I have a harder time thinking of shows I would call a favorite in recent years. There are shows I’ve liked, and a lot of shows I’ve watched. But I’m picky! And demanding! It takes a lot to earn a place in Dani’s Trophy Case of Favorites. 😌 I would say I quite liked A Quite Place (movie), and I liked Us (movie). When it comes to TV shows, I have a hard time being pleased with them if they don’t end well. As a result, I have a penchant for a good limited series/miniseries (because they’re stories that have an end in mind and the plot reflects that, dagnabbit).

5. Heh. Okay.

In The Goodfellows? I think I stand I chance. I can exercise my sparkling wit and lovable personality to the best effect. I’m gonna give myself an 8/10 survivability rating. Even if I don’t have the right skills, I can go crying to the person who does and they’ll save me. Maybe.

In Creatures’ Cradle? I’m super $**!%d. 😌 1/10 survivability rating. And that 1 is me being nice to myself. The day the apocalypse breaks out I would probably be patient 0. I am self-aware. I would not do well in an apocalypse. Zombies care not for aforementioned sparkling wit and lovable personality, and I have all the muscle of a boiled spaghetti noodle. So it’s a no go.

Greater Than Gods (Cruz): Well. I’m going to be optimistic. And say that I have the wisdom not to do things I shouldn’t do and not to rock boats I shouldn’t rock. I’m going to give myself a 7/10 based on insider information, but also based on reckless optimism!

Vardir (Cruz): Cruz says this is a lighthearted game, so 10/10 LOL.

When it Hungers (Roast): I’m giving myself a nice, mediocre 5/10. I think I could put my mind to work here; I joke that I’m the village idiot, but I’m actually pretty smart! Unfortunately, I’m also curious, and maybe a little bad with authorities who won’t answer my questions. So I knocked off a lot of points due to the fact that I’d probably poke the metaphorical bear. So it’s a real coin flip as to whether I’d really make it or not.

Orthall Bay (Nines): Considering the genre is “horror” and the game intro includes the words “monster” and “maim,” I’m giving myself a whooping, enthusiastic 3/10. Yes, folks, I am that confident in myself! Once again, I can’t charm the socks off a monster (or can I?), so one of my greatest weapons is snatched from beneath my feet. Alas!

1. Beloved I’m a college student in the middle of a pandemic... i can hardly even write LOL i do draw at times which u can see in my personal blog (nothing too good really) and i used to do karate before things went to shit <3

2. Nothing niche I believe? All I do is leave Netflix as bg noise every day n play popular videgames (genshin)

3. Porter Robinson <3 I love Bea Miller a lot as well but lately I’ve been feeling Porter a lot

4. The Good Place <3

5. My WIPs:

Greater than Gods: Highly situational, the world GtG is set in is as broad as the real world LOL so I don’t have an universal answer. But keeping it vague, and knowing my own personality, I feel like 5/10. depends on my luck.

Vardir: 10/10 no one dies in Vikgade, unless you’re a hunter but I wouldn’t be a hunter <3

Others’ WIPs

I'm gonna give myself a solid 5/10 in all other WIPs because y'all aren't writing lighthearted stories either. I feel like as long as I avoid the role of the MC I will be mostly fine. I hope. But as Dani said I'm also prone to fight the wrong person and dig my own grave so 😌

1. Well, writing is a very, very, very, distant hobby since Words Hard, but I like to crochet and sculpt a little! Anything to do with fiddling with my hands and I’m good to go. And like, debatable but graphic design is my passion [insert clown emoji here since Tumblr said No]

2. Oh yeah a bunch! DnD yelling at people, thinking of arson, crocheting, rock climbing and simply vibing. I got into podcasts a few years ago and I’m always looking for more recs, so if you have some, hmu 😤

3. Pls,,,,my music taste is,,,so weird do not let me expose myself with lack of consistency but uhh. Current songs that are stuck in my head include; Cult of Dionysus , Achilles Come Down and The Last Shanty  

4. If you’ve ever spoken to me before, I probably yelled about Pacific Rim to you or at you. Plus I love all The Mummy films and really enjoyed Castlevania (s3 excluded, we do not perceive that) as well! 

5. Ah, mod survival simulator pt. 3

Alright, let’s go!  I don’t have a WIP because again, words hard, but like, considering how feral I am when not tryna seem professional hm... 

The Goodfellows: I wanna say a solid 7/10 because I’d hardcore vibe with the Traveler and probably instigate so much nonsense. I can also bribe with blueberry cake so maybe. 

Creature’s Cradle: maybe a 4/10 and only because of pure spite keeping me alive long enough to smack someone. I’ve prepared for hypothetical  zombie apolcapyses and I won’t hesitate to bap, but will be bapped back because I’m weak as hell. 

Greater Than Gods: a toss up between 2/10 and 7/10! I can vibe and be chill but I also have terrible impulse control so... 

Vardir: hm....I think pretty good survival rates all around? If you ask me to fight then like, okay sure, your knees are mine. So maybe a 8/10? 

When it Hungers: .......8/10 just because I’d refuse to die if I can be a cool creature. Living for the aesthetic can and will drag me outta hell. But I’m also clumsy as hell so I’d probably crash as a porcelain or hold a rooster and perish (aka, real rating is a good 3/10) 

Orthall Bay: 2/10, nope. Nope I’d be taken out in a heartbeat. Monsters can go pspsps and I’d head straight into the dark creepy forest like a fool if someone comes @ me. Half the time I’ll just assume it’s sfx makeup and vibe until it’s too late. 

god, never put me in a universe where I cannot squawk like a bird and throw pebbles from a window. Oof

Anon, you're so sweet! I give you a forehead smoomch <333 As for your questions...

1. If I'm not writing, I'm usually watching video essays on Youtube. My go-to channels as of right now is Disrupt and Aperture! I just really like their videos. Aside from that, I recently got into podcasts. Currently going through Hello From The Hallowoods and Shelter and Warning, which are made by queer creators!

2. Oh oof, there's quite a bit so I'm just gonna put down one thing. For some reason, I really got into collecting tiny astronaut things? I recently bought this astronaut desk light, and I've got a package coming in for the miniatures I ordered. No purpose for them other than I think they're neat <3

3. I'm a bit private with my music taste (even tho I have Spotify connected on Discord lmao), but there's 5 songs that I'm currently obsessed with. I keep replaying them over and over again. Just squeezing all the serotonin I could get outta them.

4. I can't really say I have a fave TV show or movie because I can't really just pick one, but my current fave is 9-1-1 and Resident Alien. 9-1-1 because I just really love the found-family dynamics and how the show tackles sensitive topics, and Resident Alien because it's lighthearted comedy. My all-time fave movie is Flipped! I have the book too and I like rereading from time to time <3

5. You're in for a doozy, anon, because we're rating each other's games <333

The Goodfellows: 7/10

Listen. Shenanigans with the Traveler. I would get up to so many of them and that is what'll get me possibly bodied, not the actual environment itself <3

Greater than Gods: 7/10

I like to think I have enough common sense to uhhh not recklessly flip stones that should not be flipped <3 I'm a cautious and skeptic person irl so I think I'll hold up well? Then again, it's a vast environment change and while I can adapt pretty quick, I wouldn't like the lack of control in the unknown.

Vardir: 10/10

Going off what Cruz said, Vardir is lighthearted and focused on personal growth so I think I'll be okay! Self-growth here I come, babey!

Creatures' Cradle: 8/10

Maybe I'm overestimating myself, but I think I'll be able to survive in a supernatural post-apocalyptic world! Ah, but it depends on the motivation though. I like the idea of rebuilding communities and eventually societies, but the survival turmoil would be a constant battle I'd have to overcome. If we're talking survival itself though, I think I'll do well.

When it Hungers: 8/10

That's probably my wishful thinking but I think I'll be fine. Maybe. Possibly. Don't like the idea of being regulated by an organization so if I was a non-human creature that could pose a problem but I can roll with it <3

Orthall Bay: 6/10

Assuming I'm not playing as MC, my chances of survival uhhh changes quite drastically. Not enough to guarantee an untimely demise, but certainly enough that it would constantly keep me on my toes. I think that's the safest answer I can get without spoiling anything lmao

Thank you so much for asking! It's super sweet of you <3

1. Too many :'D I knit, I sew, I do carpentry (well, learning), I bake, I'm hammering away at HTML and CSS, my job kind of encourages learning new things and I take that to picking up new hobbies!

2. My time is kind of consumed with school work and work work and WIP work so not a lot of time to pursue niche interests right now. I've been watching a lot of horror game playthroughs, true crime youtubers, and an adorable show on Netflix called the Repair Shop <3

3. My taste in music is "what am I vibing with atm?" I've been listening to a lot of 80's music atm (don't @ me), but also Lo Fang and Kaleo, and whatever spotify recommends me on my discover weekly which is usually complete chaos.

4. I love the Mummy even though it hasn't aged 100% well (I'm a librarian, of course it's one of my gotos LOL), Legally Blonde, Leverage, Jumanji (the original), I'm....very bad at having recent tastes... and very bad at remembering my favorites when asked.

5.

The Goodfellows: I'm a creature of comfort, 5/10 if I can just luxuriate in town and not actually interact with the story sfjkdbsdkf

Creature’s Cradle: I'd like to think I have a 50/50 shot XD 5/10, I want to think I'd be decent at a zombie apocalypse but ultimately would suffer an early fate.

Greater Than Gods: 10/10 if I'm just vibing, less so if I'm involved in the actual story XD

Vardir: I'd still suffer without technology but I can also knit for a living in this world so I'm down 8/10

When it Hungers: I feel like I could vibe here, there's tech if dated, hot showers, telephones are around by now... might still get bored. 7/10 though it'd be cool to be another creature....I should make a 'what creature of snv are you' quiz!

Orthall Bay: 7/10 idk I feel like after the first monster of the week I'd just skip town XDDDD I'm the worst protagonist, I see danger I just leave.

#mod talk #long post #interact if: asks

[angel-princess-anna]

APA Speculation Sunday

Finally, we got the posters and a new trailer!

The posters... they could be better. I’ve already commented on the quality there, and surely Focus/NBCU can hire better graphic designers. We used to joke about the photoshopping on the TV show keyart with them all grouped together, but that was loads better than this when you compare them side by side.

Anyway though!!

The full trailer definitely makes the filmmaking plot seem like the main one versus the France trip. The film plot is very meta, but it keeps the action at DA even if there’s the trip at some point. 

There’s no real hints of the Very Sad Thing, but stuff about the Violet’s secret past and the French villa are giving me “rehash of the Kuragin plot” vibes but with a twist. I do like that this is giving Robert, and by extension Cora, some juicier plot. Also looks like some good Violet and Isobel scenes as well.

I am very HmmMmmM regarding the absence of Henry, but some of the looks Mary and this director are having.... Also very HMMmMmm with Thomas and the actor in the absence of Richard. It will be very interesting to see how these storylines pan out, I can seem them both going many different ways.

Also it’s for sure confirmed now that Carson’s in France, and Thomas is back at the house during the trip.

Last time we got both a US and an international trailer and as of writing this, there wasn’t a latter. The US trailer for the first movie was very lean on the servants’ plot(s), and it’s fairly lean on them here too, but yet, I feel a better vibe this time, as if they aren’t all bunched up together. Of course, this is more of a gut feeling because we don’t have a lot to go on, but there’s no weird downstairs revolution thing. Of course, I’d like to have seen more of them in the trailer, no doubt, but if there’s only one for the whole world, it’s gonna be made for US audiences, and lean into showing the glam and glitz. 

This movie seems brighter to me in many ways, and I think thus far that Simon Curtis seems to have adapted the TV directorial style for the big screen in ways Michael Engler (ironically, considering he directed three episodes of the TV show) did not. It just seems more Downton-y to me, and that makes me relieved in that area.

But it’s definitely more the lighter parts of DA. I’m not getting laugh riot vibes (how many times can I say “vibes” in this post???) though, but for me that is a good thing. Is it a bit silly? Sure, but not farcical. 

Okay so, onto my faves: we don’t really have the excuse of “Brendan’s in play” for the lack of Bates this go around, however, he was barely shown (well, a lot of the servants weren’t really shown). Anna moved through a lot of clips, had a bit with Daisy, but there were also at least two glimpses with her more the center. There’s one with her smiling, but at what idk, and then we have another part with her and Bates with their son at the Tom x Lucy wedding. This time they are getting their picture taken, and he looks closer to the age he’s supposed to be (two and a half), magically (doesn’t really matter that much to me, he’s a cutie). This clip also plays in the group of clips before the trailer begins (like, as part of a teaser for the video you are about to watch lol), which I mean... I don’t know if that’s meaningful or what, whoops. I’m just glad that if this is their only scene with the three of them together, it’s at least longer than the one in DA 2019. I don’t really see any real crumbs regarding their plot, but I feel better in general (for now anyway) that maybe Anna is actually in character this time.

(I do still hate the wig with a fiery passion)

#downton abbey #da 2022 #da movie spoilers #film: speculation sundays

[tv14pluscartoons]

BIRDGIRL EPISODE 1: "PILOT" (April 4th, 2021)

Review edited for me by Glenn Rolón

This show contains discussion of parental neglect, non-graphic death and a hidden severed foot in a bag.

So, funny story, 21 years ago I was 5 years old watching the beginnings of Harvey Birdman, Attorney at Law. Was I too young for it? Absolutely. But also it was like, the least inappropriate thing on Adult Swim I actively watched all through its run until I was 12 years old, so it's held a special place in my heart ever since.

All of that is to say, having seen that show is kind of unnecessary to understanding this episode. Which I would hope, given this is a spinoff of a show that began 21 years ago, ended officially 14 years ago, and had its last one-off special 3 years ago.

Birdgirl starts us off with Judy Ken Sebben/Birdgirl finishing up her day job, ordering ramen takeout while venting through the call about how her passions are more with her other life as Birdgirl than with her normal life as Judy, which is the perfect set up for the ultimate point of the episode. It then rushes forward into Birdgirl's fast paced action and awkwardness-heavy night, showing how much more excited Judy feels to do that than her lawyer day job. Though it also shows how RECKLESS she is as Birdgirl.

Judy completely ignores the giant signs of her father's death, seemingly out of cluelessness to the audience as its presented.

But longtime watchers of Harvey Birdman will already know he's faked his death multiple times, a point that's brought up when Judy goes to work the next day and is called into the meeting for the CEO Replacement. In which its revealed that her father (who believes Birdgirl and Judy are different people) chose Birdgirl to be the CEO while giving Judy the majority stocks in the company, setting off the real point of the episode, and possibly series: Judy's entire mental disconnect with herself. She feels distraught that her father saw Birdgirl as CEO material and not her more personal, calmer self.

Because she can't bring herself to grieve over her father yet again after the previous times, she goes fully into denial spending more of her time as Birdgirl and neglecting her personal life.

Which brings the concern of the friend she makes with Meredith the Mindtaker, a green telepath played by Negin Farsad.

Meredith is very empathetic despite calling herself "bad at emotions", which might be a side effect of her powers. Speaking of, to make a mental note, I find it refreshing that her powers are treated very intentionally not-invasively as possible, only using them to give therapeutic advice to Judy or physically stopping her to get her to listen. The biggest "misuse" is just her joking to finish Judy's sentences, which while annoying, isn't the same as forcing her way deep into Judy's insecurities she won't admit to herself.

Birdgirl's humor is dry and not scored by music or heavy sounds, aside from the absurdity of Birdgirl's incompetence at fighting crime in denial of her father's death; which is still underplayed compared to other examples I've seen.

The character design feels fitting as a continuation to Harvey Birdman while just being pleasant to look at, while also animating probably better overall than the original or a show with a similar vibe and style like Archer.

I really like how Birdgirl's eyes go from superhero cartoon/comic book white to showing her eyes like a live action adaptation whenever she'll be speaking honestly from the heart while in the mask instead of in denial.

One thing that might become obvious the longer you watch the episode is that, unlike Harvey Birdman, Birdgirl seems like it's not allowed to use Hanna Barbera/MGM/Cartoon Network characters freely, which may explain the abscence of a few old key characters, not showing or mentioning Harvey Birdman, and the fact one of the board members is a cartoon dog that might've been Droopy had they been able to. I don't think this hinders the show at all, but it is noticeable considering the show it spun off from. Might be Warner wanting to keep some characters clean while they try to use them in kid appropriate material like Space Jam: A New Legacy.

Birdgirl is a very calm show, definitely meant for teenagers and older — With the exploration of Judy's personal, mental and emotional struggles brought on by her father's neglect of her when she wasn't being reckless as Birdgirl. However, everything else is very tame; there's fewer than 5 bleeped swears, fewer than 3 mentions of sex and despite there being a people eating machine in this episode, it shows no real gore unlike another show with the same TV-14 Rating.

Birdgirl is for adults not in the sense that it has content inappropriate for children, but in the sense that its story, which seems to be ongoing, deals with issues that are only really relatable to people who are old enough. Despite human waste (heh) being a part of the episode, it doesn't ever feel "immature" in the way that poster child shows like Family Guy or Rick and Morty can feel, or even Tuca and Bertie, which is very mature with an important story, but goes for more crass jokes.

If you're a fan of stories with a woman-centric cast and dry humor, I'd recommend it to you. If you're more into the superhero stuff, I can't say I'd recommend it to you until more episodes have come out for a better gauge of where the show's boundaries will be.

Overall, Birdgirl is an enjoyable superhero empathy ride I hope to see more of and I'm glad I checked out.

#birdgirl #TV14Plus Review #judy ken sebben #meredith the mindtaker #harvey birdman attorney at law #14 and up #Adult Swim #tv series review

[svtskneecaps]

Number 17

Vernon Chwe x (gender netural) reader

Words: 5048

Genre: fluff, some pining (does pining count as angst?)

neighbor! childhood friend! aus

you’re feeling the summer listlessness. vernon helps you find something to do

day 35 of a tct summer collab

(holy shit guys i’ve been excited to post this since like, MAY holy shit i hope y’all enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it)

(my masterlist)

You shot him a text. Very simple.

vernon i’m going crazy

He shot a text back. Very simple.

why

why do you think? you ask. i don’t know what to do

it’s summer, he says, you can do anything. for example, i’m lying in bed enjoying myself

it’s 1 pm

it’s summer

Who are you to argue with that?

i’m still going crazy. you might be able to stay in bed all day but i’m gonna go insane

so find something to do

i can’t, you say, because it’s true.

all year you were listing hundreds of things you would do when you got the time

i know, you say, i know. but it’s like, now i have the time, but i just feel paralyzed. i don’t know what to do

And you wait for a response and none comes for long enough that you worry you said something that was too weird even for him, but then your screen goes dark and your phone buzzes and his contact is on screen. You answer and his messy bedhead fills your screen.

“You want me to decide?” he asks, and his voice is rough like he just woke up.

“Sure,” you say.

“Try baking something,” he says. “Like chocolate chip cookies or a pie or something.”

“You’re just saying that because you want to eat it.”

“Absolutely,” he mumbles, face still half buried in his pillow. “I can grab a quick shower and come over just in time for the taste test.”

You snicker. “No way, you don’t have the palette for a taste test.”

“Alright, then I’ll put them in the oven and we’ll hit up a couple friends and force them to try it.”

And. . . honestly that doesn’t sound half bad. It’s been five days since you saw anyone outside your immediate family--which is suffocating in its loneliness, after the routine closeness of the year--and maybe that’ll make you feel less paralyzed.

“Okay,” you say.

True to his word, Vernon’s over within thirty minutes, leaning his bike up against yours in the garage. He handles the oven for you, although not without teasing you about the time you burned yourself on the top of the oven while taking out your grandma’s angel food cake at Christmas.

“Well at least I helped you remember how coordinates work,” you say, because you both knew that was the reason you two learned whether to move on the x or y axis so much faster than your classmates.

“At least I know how to keep my skin intact,” he shoots back.

While taking the tray out of the oven he very nearly blisters his thumb and drops the tray; after securing the tray’s safety and running cold water over the blister, once your heartbeat returns to something acceptable, you inform him that instead of cookies he’ll be eating his words, to which he responds with, “At least my words taste good,” and you snap him with the towel. He flicks water at you, and only the fear of having even more to clean up keeps you from starting all out war. You tell him to bring his swimsuit over tomorrow, though. There’s mischief in his eyes as he agrees.

You each balance a tupperware of cooled cookies on your handlebars as you coast through the neighborhood, knocking on doors and handing them out to friends and friends’ parents. Minghao takes three. Seungkwan’s mother trades you two bottles of water, fresh from the fridge, for a cookie and first dibs on the next batch. She takes another one and says it’s to give to Seungkwan when he gets home from acting camp, but winks when she says it. You snap Seungkwan the picture of his mom with the cookie, and he snaps back a picture of himself and Jun making dorky faces demanding you save a few for them because make no mistake we will be swinging by your house when we’re done for the day and we expect cookies you two!

Jeonghan and Joshua aren’t home, but you find them all hanging out in Seungcheol’s pool. Jeonghan asks why you aren’t selling your cookies. “Because this is the taste test,” Vernon says. “We’ll be getting you hooked on this batch and then start charging ten bucks on the next round.” Jeonghan praises your business sense and takes a bite out of Seungcheol’s cookie while he isn’t looking. Seungcheol tackles him into the pool and you leave before the ensuing splash fight can get the cookies wet.

True to their word, Jun pulls into the driveway with Seungkwan in the passenger’s seat and Mingyu in the backseat (they must’ve agreed to carpool with Mingyu after his cooking workshop), and you get nervous because Mingyu’s going to college for baking and everyone knows that out of the group Mingyu is the best cook, but Vernon presents him with a cookie no hesitation and Mingyu tells you they’re amazing, and Vernon gives you this smile as if to say, see, nothing to worry about.

Wednesday, Vernon comes over with his swimsuit and you make a pair of rudimentary signs for a car wash out of an old cardboard box. His is very simple, bubble letters with the address and CAR WASH in all caps. You tried to get a little creative with yours.

“I love it,” Vernon says, crouched next to you as you hover over your sign. “You can almost hear the cloud cow saying ‘graphic design is my passion’.”

You push his shoulder hard enough that he topples over, laughing. “It’s supposed to be a soapy car!”

He’s so proud of himself for that joke that he suggests you start a car wash company instead of going to college. “You can call it Clean Mooters,” he says, as you’re filling your buckets.

You blast him with the hose and he laughs so hard he snorts.

You spend the day covered in soap and water, spraying Vernon with the hose if there isn’t a car to wash and shrieking and trying to dance around behind him every time he gets the hose from you. When the cars stop coming you pack up shop, uprooting the signs and taking them inside, tossing them in the recycling bin.

Thursday it’s raining outside. Vernon comes over anyway. You call him an idiot. “Don’t you know the rain’ll rust your bike?”

He shrugs with a half smile, shrugging off a raincoat that now has a strip of mud up the back where his tires kicked up the dirty street water. “There’s only a hundred and four days of summer vacation,” he says. “I didn’t want to miss one.”

You seize his coat and toss it in the sink, bowing your head to scrub off the mud so he doesn’t see how red your cheeks have become.

You play Mario Kart on the Wii for most of the day (Vernon hits you with a red shell right before you cross the finish line; you hip check him off Rainbow Road), and even as out of practice as the both of you have become over the school year, you’re still pretty well matched. By the time you get bored with that, your mom has texted to say she’s going to need to stay at work a little longer and you might be on your own for dinner. That’s fine, you and Vernon try out a recipe for lasagna that you found on a food blog (buried under the woman’s lengthy story of the time her husband nearly got stomped by a cow. “It’s a sign,” Vernon says, “Clean Mooters is your true calling.” You’d hit him if you weren’t very carefully adding a layer of sauce).

It’s still raining when Vernon has to leave. You stand there, just outside the cover of the garage, watching Vernon shrug on his raincoat.

“You’re gonna get soaked,” he says.

“You say that like I care,” you say, rain beginning to drip down your hair.

He steps out of the garage then, too, standing next to you. You turn your face to the sky, closing your eyes against the heavy drops that splatter against your cheeks.

“You’re gonna catch your death.”

“Says the guy who’s wearing a raincoat with the hood down.” You shove his chest without looking. He catches your hands. You look down.

Your eyes meet.

Vernon drops your hands and coughs. You reach up to brush the water from your forehead, gaze on the ground as your face burns, despite the cool rainwater still sliding down your cheeks.

“I, um, I should go,” he says.

“Yeah,” you say. “See you.”

He hops on his bike and rides away. The rain falls so hard you lose sight of him before he rounds the corner.

Saturday the whole team gets together at Jeonghan’s house, because he has a firepit. Seungkwan is standing on the picnic table when you ride up, in the middle of a dramatic retelling of some odd thing that happened at acting camp. He appears to be fencing Vernon with an imaginary sword, and you can only imagine the context of that story. You don’t announce yourself, for fear of making one of them fall off, and help Wonwoo get the food from the kitchen. Mingyu is already getting set up at the grill (despite being one of the youngest, he’s the only one any parent trusts near the grill; previous block barbeques have ended in disaster that no one’s eager to repeat). Minghao is by the firepit, holding the lighter very tightly, either to keep it away from Soonyoung or to ensure he’s the one to start the fire.

Seungkwan jumps down from the table when Jihoon tells him to, although he continues telling his story in an enthusiastic yell. Vernon meets your eyes and grins, flicking his eyes at Seungkwan like you’re sharing an inside joke like normal, and you can almost forget that moment in the rain ever happened.

Nearby, Jeonghan is filling a plastic baby pool with water. You ask him what it’s for but he just grins and tells you it’s a secret. When it comes to Jeonghan that’s usually cause for concern, but also you’re itchy inside your skin and all you did Friday was pick out a couple songs on the old piano your great grandmother left your family and no matter what the adventure you’re down for it, so you leave him to it. It’s the first bonfire of the summer. You can handle anything.

They get the fire started before Mingyu finishes grilling, the smell of the meat wafting over the yard and making your stomach rumble. Unfortunately, they misjudged the wind direction and half of the chairs are directly in the path of the smoke. There’s a lot of complaining as people rush to shift their chairs out of the way. Vernon ends up next to you in the scramble. You aren’t complaining; now you get to tease him about the way he seasons his food and he’ll tease you back about your tendency to drown your burgers in ketchup.

(except you don’t; you eat quietly and neither of you bring up the other’s habits and somewhere deep down that scares you)

When the sun goes down, Jeonghan and Joshua bring out the alcohol, and everyone who’s old enough drinks.

The baby pool, Jeonghan says, is for the losers of the tournament. The tournament, he says, is simple. And for pairs.

The first challenge is a wheelbarrow race down the street. You thought you and Vernon had a pretty good chance of winning, but then, by some divine magic, Jihoon and Mingyu shoot off and cross the finish line miles before everyone else. Half the group calls bologna because come on they’ve got just about the biggest height difference between them, out of everyone, but Joshua was reffing the starting line and didn’t see any false starts; they won fair and square.

The second challenge is hula hooping. You don’t have much hope for your score, not because you’re bad at hula hooping, but because you’re bad at hula hooping when Vernon is right next to you and also hula hooping. You end up laughing so hard that you lose your hoop within three spins, but in the end it doesn’t matter, because Vernon can carry the team score to victory.

“Who needs eight years of gymnastics?” he asks, and you beam.

The third challenge is a ‘who knows their partner the best’ challenge. Jeonghan put together a list of questions, which he and Joshua list off and give time for each partner to write down both their answer and what they think their partner put. You’re a little scared; you’ve known Vernon for as long as you can remember but sometimes you wonder if you really know him like you think you do. The questions aren’t so bad, simply asking what your partner’s favorite clothing brand is, or what time they get up in the morning, or what they think of pineapple on pizza. You breeze through the questions, until the last one. Joshua lists the final question, which member of the group is their favorite?

Your answer is simple enough, but you aren’t sure of his. Sure, you partnered up, but Seungkwan had all but thrown himself directly at Wonwoo when Jeonghan sent you off to partner and you knew Vernon and Seungkwan had known each other long before you had talked to anyone in the neighborhood or gone to a barbeque or slotted yourself into the dynamic of the block, and you knew he and Joshua had a special sort of friendship because of their similar heritage and you just didn’t know for sure what he would put (especially after the strange moment in the rain; you weren’t sure what it meant and you weren’t sure you wanted to know).

Eventually you write Seungkwan’s name on the sheet and hand the paper to Jeonghan when he comes around to collect. You fidget with your fingers as they tally up the scores. Next to you, Seokmin hops up to either get into a passionate debate with Soonyoung over what his true favorite movie is or to maybe just tackle Soonyoung into the grass. Either way, Vernon slides into his empty chair.

“So what’d you put for number seven?” he asks, waggling his eyebrows.

You roll your eyes, knowing exactly what he means. “Clean Mooters,” you say.

He pumps his fist. “I knew you’d see the light eventually!”

“Well I did get the most tips,” you tease.

“Well of course,” he says, “you’re the best looking, it’s only natural.”

Jeonghan calls out that they’ve tallied up the scores before you can process the full implications of that sentence.

You win that round too. Joshua hands the sheets back, and you carefully fold yours and shove it in your pocket.

You play a few more rounds: the chubby bunny challenge (Mingyu crammed an ungodly amount of marshmallows in his mouth, you almost wanted to go to church after seeing that; he kept going even after he won, until he almost choked and Joshua shut him down), the perfect s’more challenge (which you suspect was just an excuse for Jeonghan to get s’mores without having to make them; Mingyu’s first marshmallow slid off his stick, and the second caught fire; Seungcheol and Chan ended up winning and Seokmin called nepotism), the long jump (Soonyoung got overexcited and misjudged his landing; he landed hard on the cement and although he was totally fine, he would ask Jeonghan at random intervals for bonus points because of his injury with a shit eating grin all the while), and finally, a game of hide and seek.

The hide and seek rules are simple; they’ve been the same since you were old enough to be outside after sunset: don’t go off the block, don’t go inside, don’t leave your partner, and don’t use a light. The tournament judges give you thirty seconds head start. You and Vernon take off down the street and the thrill of the game sings through your bloodstream.

“Think they’ll think to look for us up Mrs. Boo’s tree?” Vernon asks as you run.

“Yeah, you remember Seungcheol did that once and Jeonghan’s never forgotten it, it’s the first place he’ll look.” You pass Chan and Seungcheol as they try to conceal themselves behind the Christmas decorations that Mr. Wilkinson still hasn’t taken down. “Mrs. Kim’s porch?”

“No, she’s got her light on.”

You skid to a halt at the end of the street, chests heaving, both casting around for a hiding space. Down the street, Joshua is beginning to yell, counting down from 10. Vernon tugs your sleeve, and points.

You grin.

Moments later, you resettle the plastic lid onto the box, burying yourselves carefully under the tarp inside and setting a few bricks on your backs for good measure. Mr. Lee is upgrading his yard this summer, and one addition is planned to be a brick footpath, and thankfully he left the tote of bricks out where you could get to it. Holding the tarp firmly in place, with the bricks above you for insurance, if they open the tote and decide to slap the tarp, you would just feel like a full box of footpath bricks.

Perfect.

Of course, it’s a pretty small space and you and Vernon have to lie pretty close to one another in order to fit, and your foot presses against his shin and his elbow is in your stomach, but if you lay there and don’t breathe, you’ll have the game in the bag.

“So,” Vernon says, voice so soft it’s sometimes hardly more than a breath, “what’d you put for number seventeen?”

You think back. “Vernon there was no number seventeen.”

“No?” he asks, with a tone like he’d always known. “Guess I’ll have to make one up.”

You snort, very softly. In the distance, yelling breaks out; Soonyoung and Seokmin just got found.

“How do you feel about long distance relationships?” he asks, so softly you nearly miss it.

Your heart skips a beat. You’re pretty sure he’s implying something but you aren’t sure if it should scare you or not. “I think they’re hard,” you say carefully. “Not impossible. But it takes work from both sides. So it’s hard.”

You hear him inhale like he’s going to say something, but he doesn’t, and you feel the breeze from his exhale on your face. Neither of you speak, and you aren’t sure if it’s because you’re listening hard for the seekers or because you have nothing left to say.

The lid of the tote scrapes. You stop breathing. Jeonghan says something above you, drowned out by the beating of your heart. He pulls the lid off, and the moonlight filtering through the pinholes in the tarp might as well be a searchlight after the darkness.

Vernon’s face is inches from yours.

You blink, feeling like your eyelashes will brush his face with the motion. They don’t. Jeonghan pokes the tarp, hitting one of the bricks lying on your side. Apparently satisfied, he closes the lid. His footsteps recede.

Vernon’s face is still burned into your eyes like a sunspot.

He was staring at your lips.

You end up losing hide and seek, despite your perfect spot, because Minghao and Jun somehow managed to get onto Jeonghan’s roof (nobody’s managed to guess how and the pair smugly refuse to tell). The tournament ends with only Seungkwan and Wonwoo having not won any challenges. They change into swimsuits and dunk themselves in the baby pool, and then sprint back across the lawn to their towels yelling about the cold (you put a finger in; it wasn’t nearly as bad as when Jeonghan had filled it).

Vernon stops you before you get on your bike to get home.

“I’m. . . gonna be out of town for a couple weeks,” he says, one hand rubbing the back of his neck. “I can still facetime, but probably only in the mornings and evenings.”

“Okay,” you say, even as your heart sinks (he’s never been away this long).

“Yeah,” he says, and you stand there beside your bikes, looking at each other, like you’re both a little lost in what to do. His eyes keep flicking to your lips.

“So what’d you put for number seventeen?” you ask softly.

He doesn’t hesitate. “I think it could work,” he says, voice as soft as it was in the tote, and you find yourself leaning in to listen. “Easily, even, if it was someone as special as--”

He goes quiet. “As?” you prompt.

He shakes his head. “Someone special,” he says.

You haven’t drank at all but something still buzzes in your veins. It’s the first Saturday bonfire of the summer, and moon floats above the horizon like a glowing balloon, and a warm breeze caresses your skin, and you don’t feel afraid of anything.

“I guess it could work easy,” you say, “if it was someone like you.”

He stares at you long enough that you think maybe you overstepped and your cheeks start to heat and you duck your head and step back with something like an apology and--

--his lips crash into yours.

You don’t know if the kiss lasts for three seconds or three hours. All you know is when you break for breath, you find yourself caught in his eyes, the same familiar deep brown as you’ve seen for years growing up through schools and summers and camps and sleepovers, lying on the floor of the living room and whispering about movies and grades like they were the most important thing in the world.

And then you blink and the world unfreezes and he mumbles something about a curfew and you mumble something about your mom and as if pulled by the same strings you mount your bikes and pedal off in opposite directions.

You lie awake for hours, thinking about his eyes.

You facetime at any and all available hours. You find yourself staying up later to be able to catch him on a lunch break. And it’s hard, but you do it. Because, look, everyone on the block has known that his parents want him to go to Korea for college, and that he wants to go to Korea for college. For years you’ve known this moment was coming. And he’s only going to be there a couple weeks for some kind of tour he landed because his grandmother knows a guy who knows a gal who’s related to a guy who used to babysit for the guy on the school board, or something, and then he’ll come back and you can spend the remainder of the summer doing whatever.

Until then, you’re content to wake up earlier just to get an hour chatting with him before he goes to sleep. You show him all the pages you’ve marked in your mom’s old recipe book and tell him when he gets back you’ll make a couple and sell them for profit. You draw an official logo for Clean Mooters, and he suggests you add a restaurant as a side business that you two could run for extra profit. “Clean Mooters and Good Burgers,” he says, and then says, “No that’s terrible. I’ll keep thinking.”

“Are you the whole Clean Mooters marketing team?” you ask.

“Of course,” he says. “We both know all the business sense went to me.” And he smiles and you forget how to breathe.

You don’t talk about the kiss.

One time, he calls you, and your eyes swoop to check the time, because you know it’s crazy late where he is. You answer.

“Couldn’t sleep,” he says before you get a word out, and his voice is hoarse and it twists your stomach. “Can you-- just tell me about your new project?”

And you do; you’ve taken up crochet this week and your grandma gave you a couple pointers and you do your best calming ASMR voice as you repeat her pointers and what you plan to do to build your skill, and then end up going off on a tangent on whether Clean Mooters should have a gift shop selling cow merchandise (“It would make sense, there are a lot of cows around here.”) and when you pause to recollect your thoughts, all you hear is his quiet breathing.

The day Vernon’s set to return is a Thursday, which is perfect, because it gives him time to recollect himself before the Saturday bonfire, which will be the real welcome back party. On Thursday, you and the other kids on the block draw all over the street and then, when his flight is late and the sun goes down before he gets to the street, assemble to hold flashlights over the really good stuff. You only see his smile for a few brief seconds as the car goes past, but it’s enough to make your heart swell.

Friday you wake up to a knock on your bedroom door. “Hey, up and at ‘em, it’s noon!” Vernon calls through the door.

You groan and throw an arm over your face. “Says the guy who was still in bed at one pm that whole first week!”

“Yeah, and it was heaven. Come on, you get up fast enough and I’ll buy you a donut.”

You get dressed and meet him downstairs. “Try that again and I’ll convince my mom to rehide the spare key,” you threaten.

He just grins. “I’d be able to find it.” He picks up your bike helmet. “You want to get out of the neighborhood with me?”

You’d rob a bank if it was with him. “Absolutely.”

It’s a rush to be back on your bike, both of you pedaling faster and faster to try to be in front, weaving around the cars parked on the streetside and hopping the curb just to prove you can. Last week’s project was learning to ride a bike no handed and you show off the new skill as often as you can.

You go everywhere and nowhere. You hit up the mall and he buys you a donut and you wander the halls window shopping, and he buys a whole rainbow set of tinted glasses just because they looked cool; you break open the package the minute you own them and check out your reflection in the store window.

“We look ridiculous,” you say, adjusting the red pair so they sit better on your face.

“Speak for yourself,” Vernon says, turning to see himself from different angles. “I think purple’s exactly my color.”

You shove the blue pair on over the red, even though they barely fit on your nose, and stick your tongue out at him. “There, now we match.”

He puts on another pair of glasses and it turns into a competition of who can wear the most, and then into who can wear the most without getting a headache. That second winner was Vernon, but you won the first half.

You hit up the McDonalds in the food court and get the large cup for a dollar, and then go down the drink machine and hit it with just a quick blast of each, repeated over and over until the cup was full. It tastes like a mess of conflicting sugars and syrups. You drink the whole thing through separate straws. You can’t stop glancing at his lips. Your faces are so close.

You get ice cream and sit under the bridge over the creek to eat it, watching the sun go down somewhere downstream, listening to the cars whizzing past overhead.

“I missed you,” Vernon says.

“I missed you too,” you say, even though that doesn’t convey the half of it.

“During the school year--��� He stops, and you glance over to see him staring into the sunset, his ice cream melting toward his fingers.

You take his free hand. “It’ll be hard, not being close for so long,” you say. “But-- we could do it. I’m not just going to stop talking to you because I have classes and-- you know how my sleep schedule gets during the year.”

He laughs, softly, lacing your fingers together. “I’ll be able to call and tell you to go to bed without you turning it on me.”

“Damn.” You scowl at your feet. “Didn’t think about that. You sure you can’t just go to Europe instead?”

“Nope,” he says. “You’re going to have to find a new defense.”

You sigh. “But Vernon that one’s worked since we were fourteen.”

“It never worked!”

“Yes it did because then it got you on the defensive instead!”

“But you still went to sleep when I hung up, didn’t you?”

Double damn. He’s right and you know he knows it, from the raised eyebrow look he’s giving you as he catches the ice cream that’s melting around the edges of his cone.

“. . . That’s entirely beside the point.”

He just grins. You bury your face in your ice cream cone, trying to devour the rest in a single bite to avoid the urge to pout. Of course, all that really does is get ice cream all over your face, but whatever. When you look back at him, he’s still looking at you, his eyes soft and fond and damn but you’re going to miss him like a lung when he’s gone.

“You’ve got a little something there,” he says, and you make a face at him to maybe hide how very obviously whipped you are and do your best to wipe it off with the pile of napkins you snatched.

“Better?”

“No, it’s still--” and he scoots in, and you both go really quiet as he wipes the ice cream from your cheek. His thumb traces your lip.

“You know,” you say, very softly, “if you wanted to kiss me you could’ve just asked.”

His eyes blink up to meet yours, and red tints his cheeks, but he still smiles. “Okay,” he says. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yeah.”

Your ice cream melts. (“It’s okay,” Vernon says, “I’ll buy you another.”)

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Introducing: the girlfriends — Candy

Hello bumblebees!

Since the girlfriends will feature as original characters in some of the pieces I’ve planned, in this small serie you will find some general information about the girls, presented with their aesthetics. As usual we will start from Namjoon and his Vixen.

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Candy is a young woman, probably one or two years older than Jeongguk. She is the weirdest little thing, and although she is older than her boyfriend, she looks extremely young. She’s medium-tall, probably as tall as him, and on the lean side, but not because of her working out or being active (I see her being quite lazy/domestic) but because she’s lucky like that. She’s all for comfy clothes and has an eclectic fashion sense, usually aiming for oversized fits and stuff that allows her to just move without bother.

In terms of character, I see her being pretty bubbly and vivacious, pretty much like Hoseok. I see her being an ambivert, taking a more extroverted role in all those situations in which Guk feels more uncomfortable or shy. She handles those with grace and manners: she’s most definitely the local sweetheart that every granny adores because of her cuteness and politeness. Her weirdness allows her to have that little craziness and humour that makes Jk feel at ease, and the mix of cute and weird has him smiling big bunny smiles everytime he thinks of her or that someone speaks her name. Let’s say she’s a self-imposed adult: whenever she’s by herself she has her little quirks, like talking to herself or making little sound effects when she’s moving around the house, minding her business or doing chores. When she needs to interact, she has this really mature, composed side, but eventually her clumsiness and little habits slip out. The more she grows fond of someone, the more she lets go of this pretend adulthood and simply lets her inner child run free.

Candy is an artist, though she specialised in graphic arts and started working for a company that designs different kind of illustrated products for marketing purposes. Her company got somehow involved with BigHit while creating logo and illustrations for an album and through a very romantic, very fortunate meetcute, Candy and Jeongguk crossed paths.

She is very traditional in terms of dates, and still pretty “teenage”: she likes going to comics shops and computer rooms, but also staying in and watching a movie/cartoon/animated movie. I think she could be a skater and drag Jeongguk out for late night skates, maybe teach him how to skate if he doesn’t know already — he quite possibly knows already and picks up his old ability to share this hobby with her. She likes producing art: she might draw on him or for him. She’s very likely to draw with chalks on the pavement. She’s always careful, trying to do so in places where she won’t bother anyone (very likely to decorate a small alley near her house, involve the kids of her neighbourhood and turn it into a local attraction and/or instagram spot).

She simply has that friendly vibe to her, and no one can give her a cold shoulder. In public, I think her and Jeongguk would limit themselves to sweet and lovely PDA. Lots of hand holding and hands around waist or shoulders. I can also imagine a lot of small innocent kisses, for example on shoulders, forehead, hands, nose and cheeks. Definitely no passionate kissing in public, even when their relationship is out in the open. He might peck her on the lips and hug her when they’re around close friends, but I think hotter interactions are limited to when they’re by themselves. He likes courting her with traditionally romantic gestures, buying her flowers and other small gifts, like chocolate, candies and her favourite snacks. He romances her all the time, while also teasing her the same way a boy tortures his crush in middle school, with lots of jokes and taunts.

Candy is very likely to have one or more tattoos, one of which is a bunny-shaped character she invented when she was a kid (it was her imaginary friend — which Guk reads as a sign). At some point in their relationship she gets nipple piercings because of Jeongguk’s obsession with her breasts, which aren’t that big, but still manage to drive him absolutely crazy. 

Candy has her favourite ways to show him love and attention. He spends a lot of time on her chest, laying there, kissing it, touching it gently. As a consequence, he gets a lot of hair combing, face-touching, and forehead kisses. He likes laying on top of her, with her breasts pillowing his head. He just likes it a lot. It relaxes him and soothes him after a long day. Weekends are very likely spent with him gaming and being extremely quiet about it, since she is very likely sitting in his lap, or laying her head on it, gradually falling asleep while he games.

This said, Candy is way more experienced than Jeongguk in bed, in the stereotypical younger-man-older-woman way. In my headcanons, Jk has only had one relationship before Candy, and it scarred him pretty deep. However, something in Candy drives him completely insane, and while he is confused by the way he feels for her, there are small, unidentified things she does that make him snap and attack, instinct overcoming reason.

In terms of foreplay, Candy is very, very giving, both because of her personality and because she likes seeing him get gradually more and more affected by her. Her favourite kind of foreplay is blowjobs. She could do it just because, no reason needed at all. And obviously Jk is not the type to deny his girl what she wants. As they get more into the relationship, she decides to introduce him to boobjobs — which I assume is something he hasn’t done with his previous partner, but that he might have heard of. It drives him insane, obviously. He likes the feel of it, and clearly it allows Candy to suck on her favourite lolly, which is a double win.

Since he’s still pretty new to the whole experience of having sex with someone who is open and willing to try things out just like he wants them, even the more basic one, I see him being quite vanilla at the beginning, enjoying the simple and pure feeling of having true intimacy with Candy. Though they surely experiment with toys and kinky stuff, I don’t see them having an intellectual approach, like Kitten or Vixen, or a sensuous one like Lace and Angel. They’re more instinctual, and they’re not likely to plan things out, so it’s mostly improvised, animalistic fucking. Not that they mind. Everything is very raw and passionate, especially when it’s actual fucking; nevertheless, Jeongguk has his slow, attentive moments, especially when he eats her out. Since Candy has had unpleasing experiences in this field in the past, to him this is always a special moment to show her how enamoured, dedicated and passionate he is towards her: he literally just likes making love to her cunt with his mouth.

Among the several things that randomly turn Jeongguk on, we can find clothes swapping and finding the scent of his bodywash/lotion/shampoo/perfume/deodorant on Candy. Seeing her small frame in his oversized clothes just makes him want to slip his hands under anything she’s wearing. It’s also one of Candy’s fvourite things in terms of aftercare: sleeping in his clothes really relaxes her, since she likes his smell.

In terms of positions, expect Kookie to fool around a lot, and expect Candy to be his pretty doll to be carried around and positioned to his liking. He has his go-to favourites: versatile, adaptable to various locations of his apartment, and appreciated by Candy. Lots of missionary — and Candy loves the view — but also cowgirl with his hands on her hips, helping her bounce, but also spoons with Candy laying with her front to the mattress. And there’s a lot of sex while standing up, since it makes him very feel strong and virile — against the wall, with him picking her up, against the kitchen counter, the bathroom counter, the shower wall...

Their sleeping position depends on the mood: normally he sleeps with her being the small spoon and wraps an arm and leg around her, cupping her breast. Candy particularly likes when he makes her fall asleep with her head on his chest, hugging her to his side. Also, when he’s more vulnerable, she gets very soft for him falling asleep on her chest, curling up beside her. When napping or sleeping after sex, expect a lot of breast-touching to happen — the innocent one, clearly — and the hot one, too, if he’s aiming at round umpteen. Lots of cockwarming, too. Generally, aftercare is very, very emotional and intimate, since Guk is more relaxed and he gets talkative, opening up about stuff that makes him feel vulnerable and that gets under his skin, making him shut into his mind and overthink. 

Jeongguk and Candy are a fun couple, still trying to figure things out, but brought together by gentleness and sensitivity, and also by their creativity and artistic side. Such connection, when paired up with personal growth and condivision of daily life can produce a lasting, loving couple. 

#introducing the girlfriends #introducing candy #jungkook x oc #jungkook x candy #jungkook headcanons #bts blog #bangtan sonyeondan #bts headcanons #jungkook smut #jungkook scenario #jungkook imagine

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Midnight Stellar in the Making

Word Count: 2,400

Pairing: Logicality

Warning: Food mention (Let me know if I missed anything!)

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Summary: Patton knew that his boyfriend had always liked to work at the coffee shop down the street from their dorm but with all day essays, Logan ended up having to leave, only to spend the rest of the night writing at their little desk in the corner of their room, Patton tucked into bed. He had to spend some time away from his papers to make himself coffee at around 4 in the morning and it was a pain. With this in mind, Patton had a thought. What if Logan could’ve had somewhere to spend all-nighters where he didn’t have to spend time making coffee?

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Note: This is my Sanders Sides exchange gift for @oh-theatre based off of the concept I made in “Peanut Butter Cookies and Meaningful Conversations!” (Which you can find here though it’s not essential for this one!) It was a lot of fun to make so I hope you enjoy it too!

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“What I will definitely not miss is making coffee for all-nighters.”

That one comment set off an entire chain reaction for Patton and Logan’s lives and it was honestly astonishing how Patton had managed to create a successful local business with his college boyfriend.

Logan had made that comment in regards to them graduating from college. Patton had managed to make his schedule work out just fine but Logan’s was a little heavier than he expected, thus the relief from not having to pull more all-nighters.

Patton knew that his boyfriend had always liked to work at the coffee shop down the street from their dorm but with all day essays, Logan ended up having to leave, only to spend the rest of the night writing at their little desk in the corner of their room, Patton tucked into bed. He had to spend some time away from his papers to make himself coffee at around 4 in the morning and it was a pain. With this in mind, Patton had a thought. What if Logan could’ve had somewhere to spend all-nighters where he didn’t have to spend time making coffee?

The plan for a late night café was a plan a couple years in the making. Logan had gone on to focus on an ordinary desk job that got the bills paid, Patton was doing botanical research, and their lives went on as normal. While Patton wouldn’t have been able to afford much more than an apartment on his own, Logan’s parents had given them enough money to buy a decent house and the two got married sometime within that span. Any time that Patton wasn’t working though, he was researching, drawing up plans, making mock menus, trying out new recipes for pastries he’d enjoyed as a kid, and any work in between before he even considered bringing it up to Logan.

He knew his husband wouldn’t judge the idea or laugh but he might be a bit skeptical and wave it off, calling it nothing more than an unstable or impossible passion project that Patton had gotten attached to.

“So what you are telling me is that you want to put time and money into a late night café based off of a comment I made two and a half years ago at our college graduation?” Logan asked, raising an eyebrow at Patton.

“Yeah, I just... I don’t know, it got into my head and I just.. I couldn’t stop thinking about it!” Patton tried to explain, grinning nervously. “It’s stupid, I know, I just thought it could be worth a shot to bring it up...? Gosh, I don’t know, maybe this wasn’t worth it.”

“No no, hold on a minute.” Logan raised a hand, looking through the color code divided binder in front of him, reading through the laminated pages briefly. He took out a few sketches and designs Patton had spent an entire week making, running a finger over the lines slowly as his lips moved silently, mouthing words as he thought. “You’ve put a lot of effort into this, haven’t you love?” Logan finally asked, looking back up to Patton.

“Yeah, I suppose you could say that,” Patton laughed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“This is a wonderful idea. From what I’m briefly looking at, you’ve gotten a lot of major factors taken into account and they’ve been well-researched from what I’m gathering. Do you mind if I take a week or so to look over it and maybe work on some notes and thoughts about this?” Logan smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling in the slightest of ways that made Patton want to kiss the living daylights out of him.

“No, not at all, I don’t mind!!” Patton shouted, bouncing up and down with a broad grin overtaking his face. “You’re the best Logie, I couldn’t have picked a better husband!!” With that, Patton was tackling Logan to the couch, kissing him.

Logan spent a week reading through it as he had asked for and came back with some further research of his own, thankfully aided by his degree in business. It was therefore, an actual idea on the table rather than a starry-eyed vision in Patton’s head. They spent the next year looking further into it before Patton quit his job to devote himself to the café work full-time.

“I’m home,” Logan called from the front door as he took off his coat, taking a deep breath in.

“Hi sweetheart, how was work?” Patton asked as he came into Logan’s field of view, working on folding macaron batter, coconut if Logan remember correctly from their discussion last night.

“Fine, though it went slower than I wanted it to,” Logan sighed, rolling his head back to release the tension there. “Is there anything I can do to help you out right now?” He went over to where Patton was standing and kissed him gently, Patton happily returning the kiss.

“Yes actually! If you wouldn’t mind, could you make the filling I’m testing out for this batch? I have the rough instructions on the counter near the fridge,” Patton told him to which he nodded.

“Of course. How have the other recipes been going today?” Logan asked as he put on an apron, washing his hands before getting to work on gathering the ingredients his husband had listed on the post-it note.

“Well, the vanilla ones turned out well though a couple were a little messy looking. They taste good though! The mint chocolate ones tasted awful, I think I forgot to add something to the filling because I tasted pure Dutch cocoa powder. The worst thing I’ve ever put in my mouth. The others were decent but I made a few notes on fixing them so I want to try it out tomorrow. I’m just thankful I can make these in small batches, we’d be flooded in macarons otherwise!” Patton laughed as they worked.

“Are there any left that I can try?”

“Yeah, just be careful of the mint ones!”

They worked like that for a while, chatting as they went along with their day.

For Patton’s 25th birthday, Logan had gotten him an espresso machine to try out and while he had originally fretted over the price, Patton was soon working out new drinks that were ready for Logan to taste when he woke up in the morning for work. It was a little harder to gauge than pastries, since Logan was very grumpy and his comments weren’t exactly put together well due to it being his first coffee fix, but later in the day, Logan was able to give him more thorough notes on how his productivity was affected by it compared to his average cup of coffee. Patton of course made it a point to perfect his hot chocolate recipes as well.

Trying all sorts of recipes had been fun and with a box of handwritten recipes (mainly for the aesthetic) done and tucked away into one of the kitchen cabinets, design and theme planning came next. Logan had dabbled in a bit of graphic design while he was getting his degree so he was put up to that task when he had time after work. Patton had more of an eye for colors than he did though (which made sense considering his blue-yellow color blindness) so with a bit of input from Patton, they had a working idea of how they wanted to have everything looking.

A lot of the budgeting and finance aspects were taken care of throughout the whole process and after a year and a half, with a solid plan in place for nearly every aspect, they were finally ready for a really big step that would make this official. Location scouting and a name for the café were the only things left. They’d been having trouble with the name but figured that they’d come up with something when the time was right. In the meantime though, location scouting occupied their time.

Many of the buildings were gorgeous, Patton could picture each making a beautiful site for a café. He was a bit hesitant about prices, as he had always been prone to as a broke college student, but Logan assured him that they had enough money to work with. All they had to do was find the one they liked.

“We have one more place in mind in the morning, right Logie?” Patton asked with a yawn, pulling the blankets closer in his half-awake state.

“Mhm, none of them quite feel like the one,” Logan said softly, taking off his and Patton’s glasses and placing them on the nightstand before pulling Patton close.

“I’m sure we’ll make whichever one we choose absolutely perfect, just like we always do,” Patton mumbled out before he’d fallen asleep.

Patton saw Logan’s jaw drop as soon as they stepped inside, his eyes fixed on the rainbow of colors being scattered across the room from the huge glass dome directly over their heads, giving a perfect view of the sky above them.

This was the one, Patton knew this was the one as soon as Logan muttered out “We’ll see the stars.”

“Well what an absolutely stellar idea!” Patton joked with a light laugh to his voice.

Logan turned to him, snapping his fingers. “Midnight Stellar.”

“What?”

“The Midnight Stellar Café,” Logan explained, his pupils blown out wider than Patton had ever seen them, pure and unadulterated joy overtaking Logan’s irises as he grabbed Patton’s hands, pulling him in for a passionate kiss before twirling him around.

“Oh goodness!” Patton giggled, letting Logan lead them in an imaginary dance. He had never seen this before, Logan hadn’t ever looked so excited except for when Patton had proposed to him. He looked just as in love with the place as the subtle glint Patton saw in his eyes every day. It took his breath away. This was happening. He may have started this project out of his own wants but with the way Logan was looking and feeling right now, Patton could tell that Logan wanted it even more. Patton couldn’t possibly deny the man twirling him around in silly little circles, the rainbows of the glass ceiling catching in Logan’s hair and making him look luminous.

Logan was right about the stars, there was a perfect view, a wonderful stretch of the Milky Way striking right through the center of the skylight. It became their constant companion as they worked on getting everything ready. Lots of construction took place before they had sold their apartment and moved into an upstairs portion of the building. Luckily this building had a place for them to live in, a staircase connected to the back of the future café leading up to their new home. After the move and Logan quitting his job now, they devoted themselves full time to setting up everything. Painting, furniture, and the kitchen setup took a couple weeks but eventually it was all done and with Patton picking out some plants to add as well as various other decorations, it was ready. This was a reality.

Patton looked over the café from the front door, smiling to himself. A cluster of large black tables took up the middle of the room with various smaller ones lining the floor-to-ceiling windows. The walls were painted cobalt blue blending into indigo towards the ceiling, hand-painted constellation patterns covering the walls. Each table had a couple outlets imbedded into the sides of them, soft white lighting illuminated the café. The counter looked pristine and the pastry case would soon be showcasing months of recipe experimentation in the works. Of course, a glance up gave Patton another look at the now familiar Milky Way over their heads. By far though, Patton’s favorite part was the secluded little corner with beanbag chairs, a couple bookshelves full of some classic books he and Logan had enjoyed reading throughout their lives, and fairylights and plants lining the walls of the corner. As he finished his look over the café, Logan wrapped his arm around Patton’s shoulder and pulled him in close, kissing his temple.

The café opening honestly wasn’t too promising. No one showed up that first night. Patton watched the door insistently for hours. Logan at some point had to remind Patton that they were working on strange hours, since most people aren’t up and outside as late as 3 in the morning. The first 8 hours, from 10 PM to 6 AM, were the most boring and agonizing Patton had ever spent. Luckily though, business picked up. Within a few weeks, they had a few regulars, people who would pop in every few days or so. Some people would get something to eat before their graveyard shifts, some weren’t able to sleep because of insomnia, and some people just liked the night better. Patton enjoyed getting to talk with anyone that was willing to have a conversation with him while Logan managed the counter more often than not.

Getting off of their previous sleep schedules had been strange and working in the early hours of the morning had its drawbacks but overall, this was definitely not going to be something Patton would come to regret. Waking up in the afternoon with his husband, running errands while stores were still open, baking in the late evening after dinner, and watching as the stars started to peek out at them as they got the café ready for the night became such a simple joy for Patton. Watching Logan’s satisfaction every time he interacted with the customers or the two figured out a new recipe or when he helped someone with calculus homework while Patton took over the counter proved that this was the right fit.

Sure, it was unconventional. It might not have been anywhere near where either of them thought their lives would take them in their mid to late twenties. And maybe it had just started from a simple offhand comment by an entirely too tired college student.

For Patton, everything figured itself out just how it ought to be, and he was content.

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Taglist: @artissijules, @its-the-cat-queen, @myyoutubecorner, @virgils-paranoia, @anotheregofanficblog, @marshmallow-the-panda, @oh-theatre, @sanderssidesgiftxchange

#sanders sides #logicality #patton sanders #logan sanders #sanders sides secret santa 2020 #midnight stellar au #stan writing

[macchiatooru]

ᴬⁿ ᵃˡˡ⁻ⁿⁱᵍʰᵗᵉʳ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ³ʳᵈ ᵍʸᵐ ˢqᵘᵃᵈ?

With Kenma? And Lev and Hinata? Absolute College AU vibes? Despite my doubts about the productivity, I definitely need this. It’s around 1AM as I type, and I literally have three papers to finish, with one due tomorrow. HAHAHAHAHA. (I wrote this note last night, so it’s not entirely applicable now, but well- I have to submit the second tomorrow and the third the following day... I hope HAHAHA)

Note: If you’re also up at such ungodly hours and want to add to this when you’re stuck with a paper too, or a lesson, or something, go ahead! If you want to modify something, don’t hesitate to say it!

The situation, for example, is that you’re writing a paper, and you don’t know how to continue it anymore. Luckily, you have enough options to kill the time until your brain is working properly again. The apartment―whoever owns it, maybe you guys were sharing or had connecting ones or were neighbors or whatnot―would literally look like, I don’t know, a convention? It’s like there are different stalls with different activities. Take your pick!

Tsukishima’s Corner:

I can imagine that he has this set-up in the far end of the living room where he has a table against the wall and a chair with a blanket on it

And he always has a drink with him, whether it’s a soda or an Iced Americano. (that just gave me Yoongi vibes ahhh my heart)

Of course, he has his headphones on. Not surprising.

He’s pretty calm when he does his schoolwork, and his focus is just wow

So, don’t expect him to pay attention to you that much. Again, not surprising.

If you have an actual question though, I think you can ask him!

He’ll help you out, but be wary of the sass and teasing.

It’s highly possible for him to annoy the shit out of you before you guys solve the problem, btw.

If you have chips with you, he’ll take some without asking permission smh but he’s so idufhsdbkfhda can you really say no?

You can get back at him by repetitively calling him “Tsukki”.

“Cut it out.”

“No can do, Tsu~ Kki!”

Emphasize! the! syllables! because he probably lowkey thinks it’s kinda cute

Unless he doesn’t and he throws the blanket at your face to shut you up

Don’t annoy him when he’s in a bad mood, okay?

He’ll really appreciate it if you give him space on those days

But he’ll also appreciate it so so so much if you’re the one who hands him his usual drink.

Despite being the person who could really rile you up the most

He’s actually nice... in his own way!

Lev and Hinata’s “Quiet” Pile of Pillows:

What am I even saying?

There’s nothing quiet about that part of the living room.

Lev and Hinata like studying in their “own kind of comfort”

And that is with their “study” blankets―they have separate ones for sleeping―on the floor and their pillows on top.

They study with the TV on

A series on Netflix is playing the entire time.

Nobody minds, really, because for some reason, most of you can study with some noise in the background. Those who can’t, however, just listen to music on their own.

They have hot or iced chocolate―depends on their mood―made either by you, Akaashi, or Kuroo.

You never asked Bokuto to do it again. Never again.

One time, he made the mistake of giving the “kids” coffee, and well, was that some night.

Lev and Hinata have common classes, so they work on some of their assignments together.

Expect them to be very excited when they get something right and very frustrated when they can’t understand what they’re doing.

Probably just a spot for you to take a quick break, maybe lie your head down on Lev’s favorite pillow to annoy him.

It’s not because he doesn’t want to share, but because you just took it right out of his lap.

They’ll be really happy kiddos if you join them! Please give these babies the attention they need.

Also, it helps to give them snacks to shut them up.

Bokuto’s Spot on the Couch:

That became his permanent spot after Akaashi sent him there because of that one time that big baby reaaally got on his nerves.

He has a pillow supporting his back as he leans against an armrest, legs stretched out in front of him and laptop on his, well, lap. HAHAHA sorry

He also likes working with the TV on, so it was a suitable place for him.

Bokuto’s drink would either be a can of soda or a protein shake.

Keep your phone on standby.

You have to take a pic of the pouty face he makes when he doesn’t get something.

He’s so cute he can have my heart-

“Akaashiiiii~ Why won’t you help me out?”

Akaashi would remind him that not only was he a year higher, but he also had a different major.

*cue Bo’s emo mode with matching droopy hair fml he’s literally so cute*

He gets distracted easily because he never puts his phone on silent

Probably chats with Konoha idk

Or gets carried away watching game highlights.

He already startled all of you a few times.

“OOOOOOOOOOOH. DAAAAAAAAAAAMN. THAT WAS SO GOOD.”

“Bokuto-san-”

If you choose to go to him, he can’t really help you with the paper you’re writing.

However, he gives THE BESTEST HUGS!

I think a lot of us agree that he’s a walking heater, so getting a hug from that beefy boi? Especially when it’s cold?

H E A V E N

Or that’s just me being biased, but is it really just me?

I love him.

Kuroo’s Kitchen Kounter:

Now, I’m definitely sure I’m being biased because- I mean- JUST-

One of the kitchen counters faces the common living area where everyone is spread out.

Imagine walking from wherever you were previously just staring at your laptop with that constant 132 words plastered on the corner of the screen and you’re well-aware that it has to be 2000 by tomorrow

And seeing business-related major Kuroo, sitting on a stool, immersed in his work, Excel sheets and documents being the only inhabitants of his laptop screen?

I’m literally giving myself away I-

He has glasses on and he’s tapping the end of his pen on his chin and at this point I’m hyperventilating

THE FACE HE MAKES WHEN HE CONCENTRATES

From time to time, he would swivel the stool around, take a sip of the black iced coffee he always brews at night, and eat whatever snack was available (e.g. chips, popcorn, sandwiches, instant noodles, sometimes asks Bokuto to make another protein shake, etc.)

He doesn’t really listen to music and can easily drown out the noise on his own because he concentrates so much.

You can always count on him to entertain you

Because despite the amount of focus he puts into his homework and problem sets, he also wants any excuse to tear his eyes of his screen.

He’s good at papers, so he can help you with that in the best way he can

Also asks if you would like to take a break and grab a snack with him

And can be a flirt if he’s in the mood, but when he’s tired, he has a soft and sleepy smile (except he’s not really sleepy because of the coffee, he’s just not putting that much effort)

Although he will annoy and provoke you while the two of you are on break

He’s the best person to cry to when you’re really stressed out.

I want him.

Akaashi’s Atelier:

He literally owns the dining table, his work neatly spread out.

I can almost imagine him studying architecture

But nah I guess he just really likes practicing how to capture anything and everything he can observe

And by capturing, I really mean that there’s a pile of photos there somewhere.

Afterwards, he draws them, paying attention to every detail.

He finishes schoolwork before any of you do.

His concentration surpasses that of Kuroo’s, no joke.

You can’t disturb him when he’s working on his academic requirements, so come back later when he’s sketching the hours away.

If you want to do your paper beside him though? Go.

His concentration is not only top tier but also contagious.

He’ll share the dining table, but only to you and, occasionally, Kuroo.

Bokuto? Only if he’s super emo.

Akaashi’s really nice!

He’ll initiate a conversation with you if you’re taking a break and he’s just on his sketchbook or experimenting with graphic design or something.

If you want to see a passionate but shy Akaashi, ask him what he’s working on.

I just know his eyes will literally light up.

He might be drinking tea, mint tea?

Water most of the time, but he always smells like mint and fresh laundry ahhh be still, my heart

Go to him if you really want to be productive and not get distracted by anything else because his eyes and the way he’s so into what he’s doing might actually be what distracts you

He is the epitome of grace under pressure, such a beautiful human being ha ha ha I wish

Kenma’s Den:

Well, what did you really expect?

Nah, kidding.

Kenma’s the only one in his room because he’s probably streaming.

His audience is mostly up at night, so yeah.

He definitely has ramen, chips, and soda

Which he’s willing to share with you as long as you don’t mess his game up don’t try I swear

Tbh, it’s actually really comforting to stay in his room especially when you’re really stressed out.

You can rest your eyes and take a quick nap.

He knows that he should wake you up after fifteen minutes, so don’t worry about sleeping through the night without finishing your paper.

He’s so sweet please

It’s so comforting to hear his fingers tapping away, a literal lullaby that gets you every time.

At some point, some people probably caught you slipping under his duvet IT WAS YOUR FIRST LOWKEY SCANDAL HAHAHAHAHA

Which lasted for just an hour because Kenma’s viewers knew him enough to know what his facial expressions meant

He definitely can’t help you with your paper. Such a busy boi.

But if he’s in the lobby that’s what you call it, right? of whatever game he’s playing, he’s willing to listen to your rants.

A quiet listener, but you know that he genuinely cares about you.

Massage his shoulders if you can! He likes that.

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background photo by NeONBRAND on unsplash

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #third gym squad #tsukishima kei #lev haiba #hinata shoyo #bokuto koutarou #kuroo tetsurou #akaashi keiji #kozume kenma #elle's random rambles #elle isn't sleeping again #I WANT THEM TO BE REAL

[sleepingpatterns]

“Should I use InDesign to lay out my books?” - A Passionate Guide

Ok, if you are like me, you recently stumbled upon @armoredsuperheavy​‘s brilliant blog about bookbinding and fanfiction, and now you are excited to throw yourself head-first into bookbinding.

This also means that you are about to invest a fair amount of time into figuring out how exactly to lay out books. What you end up getting comfortable with will most likely be what you end up using long term, so it is worthwhile giving it some thought. The question really comes down to this: who's name will you be cursing for the foreseeable future? Adobe? Or Microsoft?

Full disclosure: I only started using InDesign because I was forced to. I worked as an editor at a newspaper, and that was what we used. The beginning was hell. I won’t sugar coat it, it sucks. In the end it was worth it. Once you figure it out, InDesign’s potential far outstrips Microsoft Word (in my opinion).

That encouragement means very little when you open this treacherous program for the first time and see THIS:

“What?! I will literally give you $100 if you guess what all the buttons on the left are for. How the fuck do I make the margins disappear!?”

So, if using InDesign means figuring out what at least one third of the tools on the left are for, lets talk pros and cons.

Let’s get the cons out of the way.

It is expensive. Adobe is not fucking around. This puppy costs 20 bucks a month (Canadian) to RENT. If this is out of your price range, do you still have options? Yes. Do they range in legality? Also yes. I think I could potentially get in trouble for telling you to find your friendly neighborhood torrenting site and steal this software. I will say, outright, that no one should steal software ever. Got it? I would be very upset if someone were to message me for specifics. As you naturally wish to be law-abiding, there is also the quasi-legal option of repeating the 14-day free trial. My friend works at a professional print studio in Russia, and this is the tactic they use: every 14 days they uninstall all of the software from all of the computers, and reinstall it with a new trial. Every 14 days! At a professional operation! My friend hates working there.

It is not initially intuitive. I’ve covered this, but it bears repeating because it is a serious hurdle. Keep in mind, that with time, InDesign becomes more helpful than other software. Now when I use Word I find myself reaching for keyboard shortcuts automatically, and feeling bereft at the lack of my favorite tools. Nonetheless, expect a time commitment up front learning how to harness this glorious and confusing computer program.

It can run kinda slowly, depending on your computer. Up until two months ago, I had the world’s most precarious laptop. I bought it for $200 in 2015. It once took half an hour to restart. Inexplicably, when it got stressed, it would switch to Spanish. It was literally and figuratively falling apart. And yet, it ran InDesign. Granted, it worked slowly. If I asked it to process too many images at once it would panic (again with the Spanish), but for the most part, it worked. If you have a slow computer and are patient, then InDesign will probably work fine on your computer. If you are not willing to suffer, stick to Word.

You will also need Photoshop (sometimes). Part of what makes InDesign glorious is that it is professional software that is designed specifically to work with print and anything text-heavy. I love that about it. It even manages to do some handy things with images! But, inevitably, you will need to learn some Photoshop to punch up your graphics. I have, admittedly, only learned the bare minimum Photoshop in order to feed my InDesign addiction. It was a pain in the butt. For example, inexplicably, Adobe has not standardized keyboard shortcuts across the suite. As with InDesign, now that I’ve learned the tricks, I adore it. But you should go into this knowing that with Adobe, the fun never ends.

Printing signatures is the WORST. Adobe, please explain to me, in front of God and everyone, why the hell you would make this software specifically for laying out books etc. and not include a method of printing signatures?! I’m livid. This is absolutely where Word wins the day. It is almost worth using Word just to print the signatures so nicely and easily. I’m not kidding. Me—a person who has used InDesign professionally—almost wanted to switch software entirely just because of this. Hands down, InDesign’s biggest goof. Despite this crime against bookbinders everywhere, you have options. You can export your design to a PDF and literally print each signature separately (I am fucking livid) or you can complain enough to your friends that they offer to buy you a lovely program called BookletCreator for your birthday. It costs $20 bucks USD and it was worth every penny. However, Adobe, FOR THE AMOUNT THAT YOU CHARGE FOR YOUR PROGRAM, I SHOULD NOT HAVE TO PURCHASE ANY ADDITIONAL SOFTWARE IN ORDER TO PRINT MY BOOK. Did I mention that I am livid?!

But InDesign must be worth something, right?! Otherwise why would I be writing a long post encouraging people to use it? Let’s talk pros:

The horsepower on this baby will blow your mind. Forget what I just said about printing signatures; imagine using software that was literally made for this. You wanna do a thing? InDesign has got you. Are you a perfectionist? This software was designed by people as pedantic and obsessive as yourself. It gets you. Dream it, google how to do it, and InDesign will deliver. This is really the main reason to use InDesign; it is the professional standard for a reason.

There are so SO many resources available to help you learn. Almost everything I’ve learned about InDesign I learned from Google or YouTube. Honestly, if you have a question, I promise that other people have already asked and answered it. The advantage is that because this software is specifically for laying out books, there is lots of information available specifically about how to do what you want to do. (This may also be true for Word, but I’ll be honest, I only used Word for a book layout once, so I can’t say for certain either way.)

Once you figure it out, InDesign will give you back hours of your life. Things like master page spreads, clipping paths, tint, the eyedropper tool, and the one-hundred-percent adjustable text are just... lifesavers. My experience with Word is limited, so my frustration using it was probably due to my own ineptitude, but honestly, when putting together my thesis, the tears I cried trying to get page numbers to format correctly were some of the most bitter text-related tears I have ever shed. I can take care of the whole operation in InDesign in a matter of minutes. Hours. Of. My. Life. Saved.

This is an actual marketable skill. Ok, bear with me here. I have used InDesign for every single job I have had since I worked at the newspaper. That includes working as a bookkeeper and a kindergarten teacher. Hell, I even made my resume to get those jobs in InDesign. There is no job that I forsee in my future that doesn’t include some form of text-based design. Even when my work has absolutely nothing to do with layout (see: kindergarten teacher) I still found some way to use it. My previous boss was actually so thrilled about my InDesign skills that she had me run a 101 seminar for the other employees. (Did any of them end up using it? I suspect not. Did they look at me strangely for being so enthusiastic about design software? Absolutely.) I’ve even managed to use InDesign to branch out from freelance editing to take on design projects as well. In short: if you learn how to use InDesign, put in on your resume. You will be surprised at how much mileage you get out of it.

With Adobe, the fun never ends. I know I joked about it before, but really, I love seeing what this program has in store for me next. For example, thanks to bookbinding, I discovered that InDesign will do a lot of things that I had previously assumed were the domain of Word, such as spell check. I literally stumbled onto a measuring tool today that I wish existed irl to help me glue my covers together. Part of the beauty of this software being so intricate is that there is always something new you can do. I love learning how to harness a new feature, and then watch my design improve over time. Using this program you really get the feeling that the sky is the limit. Look, just the fact that I’ve now resorted to saccharine platitudes about computer software tells you that InDesign is remarkable. Considering that this program has made me suffer so significantly, I have either seen the face of God, or I have Stockholm syndrome. Take your pick.

TL;DR, at long last:

How complicated would you like to go? Either way, for bookbinding you’ve got to learn to use software in a new way.

Do you just want to get your book laid out reliably with little fuss? Word is for you! Are you interested in delving into the details? Do you have the patience of a saint? Try InDesign!

Both work. Both are good. But you can pry InDesign from my cold dead hands because I adore it.

#Honestly #No shame towards Word or anyone that uses it seriously #Like I said I have little experience actually using it for laying out books #But InDesign is very good. #Bookbinding #fic #fic binding #If people want I can start putting together tutorials about how to do all of this stuff #And all of y'all can learn from my mistakes and hopefully learn faster than I did. #Аня есть что нибудь здесь про тебя #заметишь? #InDesign

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So I realized that I don't know much about you. So it was very difficult for me to write a fic with you in it. But I did write something that hopefully brings you a little bit of joy. It's got a little bit of degradation, a little bit of jealousy, and your requested moan muffling. Oh yeah and a whole heck of a lot of SMUT!!!! So here we go again imagine with me:

You had ignored his calls all day to get revenge for him picking up that extra patrol. He had promised you that you would spend the day together but he had accepted anyway. Keigo had one rule. Only one and that was to answer when he called. Your safety was his top priority and he needed that reassurance throughout the day. He'd check in to make sure you'd eaten, taken your meds, and stayed safe and healthy. You were so mad at him for ruining your day together. You'd decided to rebel on this particular day. He'd gotten one simple text from you today "sorry I'm busy see you at home." This was after about fifteen phone calls and three text messages. After that you'd left your angry birdman on read.

He had found you out with friends on his way home and he'd walked in to the restaurant. You were laughing at a joke your friend Denki had told and touched his arm. This sent his jealousy into over drive and when you heard that familiar jovial voice behind you say " Hey there baby bird" you had frozen. He was wearing his signature hero smile, but you knew better. Keigo was fucking furious. You didn't protest as he scooped you up and said "we have a date guys sorry, she'll catch up with you later." He flew you straight to the balcony of your apartment and practically threw you inside. Oh god were you in for it.

"I thought that we had a 'date' Keigo" you asked innocently.

"We do. With the fucking bedroom. Looks like I'll have to fuck some manners into you" He smirked as his feathers bound your hands and his big beautiful arms scooped you up again to carry you to the bedroom.

He dropped you onto the bed and you saw pure rage radiate back at you from those beautiful golden orbs. His feathers made quick work of Shredding your favorite outfit causing you to groan in protest. He mounted you and silenced you with a violently passionate kiss.

"You did this to yourself baby bird" He flipped you over and brought your ass up while pushing your back into a painful arch and shoving your face into the mattress with force.

"Now bratty little sluts only get to cum when Daddy says so." With that he shoved two fingers deep inside filling you with desire. You were already practically dripping from anticipating this all day.

" kei-"

"shut the fuck up. Look at you, you filthy whore dripping and slick. It was that yellow haired bitch that got you all hot and bothered wasn't it?" He growled as he started a brutal pace using his other had to stimulate your puffy bundle of nerves.

" Na- No Kei... Only you, kei I..." You could barely formulate a sentence as he started hitting that sweet spongy spot within your core at a intense and almost bruising pace. your moans were echoing through the bedroom and you felt your release approach without warning as you released all over his hands.

SMACK!!! Keigo slapped your ass so hard that your hips dropped.

" Who said you could cum huh?" He flipped you over to face him

"and I'm not even close to done with you baby bird. You've been making all those loud pretty noises for the whole world to hear. All I've done is finger you. We wouldn't want to upset Pikachu with those loud moans now would we?" He wedged your legs open with his knees. Then began unclasping his belt and unzipping his zipper shimming his pants down to reveal a very hard, throbbing, and veiny member. Your eyes got wide.

"Ready princess? You nodded and closed your e/c eyes.

He thrust into you with full force. Keigo was usually one to tease but he was far too worked up for that right now. All he could think about was the sight of you completely fucked out and drooling when he finished with you. He waited a moment for you to adjust and then began to do that beautiful dance. Summoning some extremely graphic moans and screams from you.

"Feel good angel?" He said with a smirk as he pounded into your sweet spot. All you could manage was a nod and a moan. His pace was precise and it was like he was reading your moans. He reached down and began to rub your sensitive spot with vigor and intent.

"AHHHH DADDY RIGHT THERE AHHHHHH I CAN'T---" He slapped his hand over your mouth to muffle you screams.

" Shut up! We don't want the entire city to get jealous now do we?" He whispered into your ear as he continued to fuck you into absolute Oblivion with his hand still clasped over your mouth. You approached your second high and moaned to signal your request.

" Aww you wanna cum all over this cock angel?" He growled. You just looked up nodding and moaning.

"Okay angel together then,....... fucking come" you both reached your high. Keigo cursed as he released into your pulsating sex. It felt like you were sucking him in with a death grip on his dick as he released scalding hot ribbons of his love into you. He painted your insides white claiming you as his once again.

He collapsed next to you pulling you to his chest. He had accumulated quite a bit of sweat during your session. His beautiful golden locks had fallen to his forehead and were now sticking to it.

"I hope that you know I love you angel. Im sorry that I ruined our day and I'm sorry that I'm such a jealous bastard." He moved your hair out of your face and examined you. Your pupils were huge and your body was glistening in the sunsets light that crept through the window. Every curve and every dip was beautiful to him. It was like you were designed to be his. " Fuck baby bird you're so damn beautiful like this."

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I hope that you like this I wrote it for you to show my appreciation. I'm sorry I sent these anonymously I just don't have a whole lot of confidence in my writing skills. I really hope that you liked it. I found your Tumblr during a really low point in my life. You're writing helped me through a lot and I really appreciate everything you do. I cannot express enough how amazing it's been to have that writing to go back to. I also apologize because this smut got a lot filthier than I intended 🥺 I hope that you have the absolute best day today.

-Imaginon

imagion this is such a TREAT!!!!!! thank u for the inbox blessing!!!! i rlly needed this today :’’’’^) some nice lil horny brat energy for a Friday night <333

thank u my dear, i adore this and u!!!!!!!

#salem answers #I AM CRYING #thank u for writing this for me my dear!!!!!!! #Anonymous