#okay... thats it..... back to doing homework lmao.....

[mocha-ghoooul]

everytime a new banner comes out i have to fight with myself to NOT spend any money to get the pixels i want

[mystic-mae]

i need some motivation to do shit, so like... notes thingy i guess

100 notes - water consumption for the body. marching band season made me realize i dont drink enough fucking water out here. (alright, i guess i need water now... I WAS DRINKING TEA EARLIER. THATS CLOSE ENOUGH, RIGHT??)

200 notes - food consumption, i guess. i'll try to eat 3 full meals a day. enough to make my body full and stuff. (gods dammit. well, i already ate breakfast and lunch, and i have leftovers from lunch, so, i guess dinner's all set for me.)

300 notes - homework completion. i've been lacking in my homework game, and i definitely need to improve it this semester. (...i'll start my chem homework tomorrow since saturdays are my rest days, okay??? MOST OF MY WEEKEND HOMEWORK IS DONE BUT THANKS FOR CARING, CHAT)

400 notes - writing hobby. i need motivation to write lore for my dnd campaign (#runaway ruler dnd / #convict ruler dnd / #ruined ruler dnd universe if you want to follow along my shitposting for that) (i already started shitposting for runaway ruler again, so check it out. I WILL WRITE LORE FOR EACH ARC DONT WORRY IM JUST BARELY GETTING STARTED ON THE SECOND ARC SINCE ITS VERY LONG)

500 notes - animation gift. i'm making a little valentine's gift for my spouses, and it's gonna be 1:34 seconds long... I need motivation to actually animate lmao. (i'll do bits and pieces throughout the week. don't worry, i plan to figure this out [i haven't animated in months, and even then i barely scratched the animation surface])

1000 notes - script memorization. i uh... need to memorize my silly little script for a production coming up in a month. im performing in front of kids so like... the script's pretty short and easy. im the antagonist in my cast >:]. (sick, let's go. i love myself some memorization.)

2000 notes - chest binder shopping. i'll ask my parents if i can get a chest binder. ive been meaning to get one for myself for some time now. im getting desperate for one. (i suppose i'll ask today or tomorrow... or over the weekend- that's when most of the shopping happens, anyways.)

3000 notes - leaving the closet. i'll come out to the rest of my family that i'm trans, aromantic, all the nine yards about my lgbtq+ identities. i'll definitely have to schedule a good day to do that. (HELLO??? WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?? OKAY FINE I'LL FIGURE OUT A DAY. I'LL COME BACK TO YOU WITH THAT-)

4000 notes - researching possible colleges across my state and outside my state. because i wanna get out of here.

5000 notes - order a suit. preferably black or purple. because i need more gender affirming clothes in the formal department.

EDIT: do however many notes you want. i know i said 10 notes per person earlier, but like... go wild i guess

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Johnny Lawrence’s daughter

Johnny Lawrence x daughter!reader

warnings: alcohol, underage drinking, classic johnny sexism <3

a/n: WHAT! ME write a fic thats not gn, i know. im shocked too but its just bc i feel johnny is so gender-stereotypey that doing this gn wouldn’t work very well but very open to a son!r or nb!r if anyone is interested (bc seriously. johnny cannot help but bring up genders). also i just want to say that a lot of this (not all!) honestly reminds me of or are actual things that have happened w my dad bc johnny is literally my dad if my dad was like 8 years older i think also i wrote this all in one sitting ALSO NO COBRA KAI SEASON 6 SPOILERS

prompt:

GIRL DAD!

you always kinda just gravitated toward living with your dad

“y/n, i’m so proud of you. i never have to worry about you. you can take care of yourself. robby on the other hand, i worry about him. i think girls are just more self sufficient” -johnny, a little drunk

“thanks dad” -you, also a little drunk (hes a “cool dad”)

he was the type of parent that “prefers that if you’re gonna do something stupid at least do it while he’s around” aka underage drinking

whenever he stays out late you fall asleep in his bed. and lock him out

“y/n! open the door!” -johnny, banging on the door

“no! your bed is more comfortable” -you

he thought it was sweet honestly but he did want to sleep in his bed

sort of like a lesson not to come home late all drunk and gross

he was VERY against letting you drive his car

“dad, i need my license!” -you

“no woman is getting behind the wheel of my firebird” -johnny

“why do you have to make it about women? i’ll fight you” -you

“you’ll lose that fight” -johnny

“oh, so you’d fight a teenage girl? wow, real classy, dad” -you

“no, but i’d fight my teenage daughter. i brought you into this world and i’ll take you out” -johnny

you honestly had a great sense of humor with johnny, but you’d check him if he said anything too messed up

“dad, it’s not the 80’s anymore, you can’t say that” -you

“dont tell me what i can and cant say! the 80’s were awesome, i wish it was the 80’s again” -johnny

“so i’ve heard” -you

he helped you with your homework as a kid until like, 2nd grade when multiplication and division got involved

he did teach you karate growing up! but mostly the basics, for self defense purposes

“hey, never let any guy try to impress you with his karate skills. he’s probably a douche” -johnny, pausing “i sure was”

late night movie marathons (70s/80s classics for sure)

he took care of you during your first hangover (high school parties, ya know)

“didn’t i teach you better than to mix liquors” -johnny

“ugghhhh” -you

yes, you have heard about daniel larusso. enough said LMAO

robby and you had a kind of sweet but distant relationship

occasional check-in texts

robby: are you doing okay with dad? he’s actually buying food and shit?

you: yeah! he’s fine right now, how’s mom? new stepdad yet? is he rich?

robby: mom’s not going anywhere she’d find a rich guy, but keep dreaming

you wear a lot of your dad’s old t-shirts. usually band tee’s

oh and he made sure you got into the “right music”

he used to drive you around in the firebird when you were a SMALL CHILD (front seat, no car seat!) and blast his old cassettes

for YEARS he’d pull the “who is this” “what song is this” game with the reasoning:

“if you wear a band shirt and some asshole asks you to name three songs, i want you to name ten” -johnny

listen. you were still “daddy’s girl” or whatever used to be a cute little saying and is now ruined but whatever

“dad, can i have twenty bucks?” -you

“for what” -johnny

“for fun. pleaseeee” -you

*johnny pulls out his wallet and gives you $40*

could he afford it? no. can he say no? also no.

the absolute fear he felt when you got your first period

“it’s fine, i can call mom” -you

“no, it’s not fine! i’ve had girlfriends before, i got this. stay here, i’ll be back” -johnny

he went to the store and bought the most random assortment of period products and pain meds and snacks and a heating pad

A for effort

when the diaz family moved in across from you guys, miguel took one look at you and johnny said:

“stay away from my daughter”

when the karate fuss got started you tried to keep your distance but sooner or later you joined the dojo and proved to your dad just how “badass” you could be

“take notes everyone, y/n’s gonna be the next all valley champ!” -johnny

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[echowithpain]

I'd say the only unrealistic expectation I have for season 7 is for the 100th episode to be a musical lol

Buck starts singing HSM while Eddie slowly gets more annoyed and Buck accidentally pegs him in the face with a basketball while trying to recreate a dance move 🏀

He feels bad and goes to talk to Maddie

They have a cute sibling duet that gives him the confidence to go back to Eddie and apologize

Since it's a musical episode Buck tries to end the apology by singing only for Eddie to tell him no (lmao) and if he really wants to make it up to him, he can do it by helping Chris with his homework while he's picking up extra hours

Eddie asks Bobby what's up with Buck's singing and Bobby says something about people expressing themselves in different ways idk. Bobby starts singing a little tune while putting away dishes or preparing to cook and Eddie just rolls his eyes

During homework, Buck tells Chris about what happened at the basketball court and how he tried to apologize to Eddie while getting him to sing but "apparently he doesn't like singing". Chris says "no he does, you just need the right song." Chris then teaches Buck a song his teacher taught his class to help them memorize something for a test or something like that

It's late and Buck goes back to the station to talk to Eddie as soon as he gets off work and apologize again, this time no singing cause he hasn't found the right song yet. Eddie puts his hand on Buck's shoulder and gently tells him it's okay, he's already forgiven, didn't hurt, etc.

Then to prove he's not upsET EDDIE STARTS SINGING TO BUCK AMD THEY HAVE A BUDDIE DUET THATS GONNA BE BEAUTIFUL AND PROBABLY THE FIRST TIME THE GA WILL SEE THESE TWO IN A SOMEWHAT ROMANTIC LIGHT LETS GOOO!!!! Especially with some new viewers from the network move

Idk how this went from musical episode to first signs of Buddie canon but here we are. I can put my clown makeup on with my eyes closed lmao

Yes I know some of those scenes are probably from different episodes entirely but I don't care. It's fun to speculate again ✨

Also if the 100th episode isn't exactly like what I said word for word then the show is literally unwatchable. 0/10 would not recommend (for legal and mental reasons this is a joke. And so am I 🤡)

[morickkk]

hello. i am in love with your scarian school au. can you give me a long rant about it. please,

Hi omg hi hi okay okay sorri for future misspells and grammatical errors

Okay so like i said before uhh it all started with a prank, amd grian thought it would be a good idea to just pop a balloon to one of the most accident prone person, after that silly stupid little prank, scar fell on idk his back, injuring it

I wanted to give it a vibe where he was technically blown up on the back bc he didnt see the creeper, and i cannot make him explode here guys sorry HWHSJWHE

And then after like scar comes back to school, grian was like really worried duh so he immediately went to scar and asked that he owes him until he doesnt really feel that guilty

Scar was ecstatic yeysyes, a potential bestfriend no way!! So scar wholeheartedly agree and for some couple days after, grian notice scar literally just swindling people at school for their stuffs and maybe homework LMAO and grian was starting to regret it

Im not entirely sure what im gonna do for the interpretation of their failed monopolies, but for the traps in the series, i feel like its just gonna be silly pranks

The interpretation i was gonna do with the time scar losing his 2nd life was both of them doing a science/chem activity for class, and scar was liek im all for science and mixed like random things in the uhm yeah the 'potions' and it explodes, frian was too late to warn him, making scar injure himself again but now that i think about it i want to change it now help this really got me thinkign okay okay

What if i just make it like, interpretation of the 1st death, grian plays a prank with the chem lab, making it explode on scar, injuring him, i think that fits better

2nd death interpretation, was uhm scar and grian was thinking about pranking cleo for 'wrongin' them, but scar didnt see the slippery wet floor sign, making himself injured again

YEAH YEAH I THINK THATS BETTER

And then after that, scar asks grian if he still wanna be friends with a guy like him, and grian was still okay since he still owe his well kind of forgiveness?? Im not sire how to wrod it

Btw pizza is a scooter motorbike! Meanwhile mr bubbles is just a silly balloon

I might add like situations that didnt happen in the series bc i still wanna make soemthing original about itwjsuejs but i do have an idea about what will happen for the interpretation of the uhhh ending of 3rd life

Bqsically its still, Grian being betrayed by scar with bdubs and they go punchies in the halls ( people cheered LMAO )

IT WILL BE HARD TRYING TO INTERPRET LAST LIFE BC I BARELY UNDERSTOOD QHAT HAPPENED THERE IM SORRY i mostly understood lizzie's pov bc it was the first pov i watched, anwyays im getting sidetracked uhm basiclaly yeah its still ongoing, im suffering from my own consequences bc its so hard to make aus LMAO but feel free to give ideas pls

Im still scrapping like alot of the things i write for this au bc theres part where i change my mind, just like the interpretation on scar's 1st and 2nd death

[1941-crowley-slut]

Rant incoming

I cannot STAND how my mom talks to me about church when she wants me to go.

For context, we obviously stopped going during covid so we were away for 2-3 years and though she watched the live broadcast every Sunday, I didn't. In fact I always deliberately left the room at that time to stay away from it. At some point I told her I don't believe anymore (honestly I remember having doubts and questions (Crowley coded lmao) since I was a kid but 11-12 is where it really just set in that I don't have that kind of faith). She didn't take ir horribly bad but told me at the time she'd like it if I still joined her at church sometimes. Which, fine. Okay.

Fast forward to when she is actually going back to church and just throws on me the news that I am going too. Doesn't ask, just tells me I'm going. And I'm pissed as fuck the whole day after that, to the point that when she asks me to find my clothes for church I actually just keep looking at my closet and want to tear everything apart. I really avoid conflicts with my mother but this one had me. I was PISSED. So when she finally asked what was going on I told her "I don't want to go". And it wasn't so much that I wasn't willing to do it for her, it's that I felt she had no regard for my beliefs and just wanted her way. A

And funnily enough, she did. Because the reponse to that was: "I know, but I'd already told you I want you to come with me sometimes. Is it so terrible, you can't even make this one little sacrifice for your mother?"

Not me being guilt tripped, but anyway. I don't remember the end of that conversation but I remember other times. Once again for context, I was in 12th grade the year that passed and it was incredibly difficult study-wise. I had 6-7 hours of school every day, then anywhere from 2-5 hours of extra studies (sometimes almost immediately) and then I also had to do homework for both school and extra studies (seperate) and a lot of it was learning things by heart, plus we had tests and exams all the time like ALL the time, some weeks I'd have 5 tests in 3 days and I was going insane. Plus on extra studies we wrote exams on Saturdays. So it was all very very hectic and mom knew that and she was very awesome for the most part, but when it came to church she just didn't. Listen. To me.

She would go "You'll come this Sunday because the next weeks will be harder for you" but the matter of the fact was, she didn't know what weeks were harder for me. She thought for xyz reasons that later it'd be worse, but in reality the times she wanted me to go i was drowning in work and getting anxiety attacks and mental breakdowns cause everything was so much. Too much. And I'd say something like "Well this week's pretty bad" and expect her to get the hint but she'd go "it's just one hour in the morning, how important is it really, you probably wouldnt even be studying then"

(Not to mention it's not really 1 hour cause I need like an hour just to wake up and get ready, then 20 minute drive, the service was either 1 or 1 and a half hours, then it was however long chatting up with all the church people, another 20 minute drive home and then I was tired and we would have lunch and I just wanted to relax and sleep etc etc. So it wasnt at all just an hour. And maybe even if I hadn't gone to church that day, it'd still be afternoon and I wouldn't have gotten started on any work. But at least I would have spent some time for myself and then would force myself to work. But anyway again)

She just does this thing where she doesn't even ask or give me the illusion of a choice. Cause the truth is that church is usually not that bad, I can deal with it, it's fine. But I hate it just because she makes me feel forced to go. If she was just like "Hey, could you come with me to church this Sunday? I'd like that" I would be much happier to go. I know she doesn't want to be by herself and that she worries about what the church peoole will think (which pisses me off as well but thats another story), I don't mind keeping her company. But I mind when she suddenly springs it on me on Saturdays that "We're going to church tomorrow" and even if I show my discomfort with it she's like "Well you have to come sometimes."

And she just she has this way that I don't understand that when she says anything related to me going to church (e.g. "Find your clothes for tomorrow to see if anything needs to be ironed"), she says it in this firm tone and so suddenly that you just even subconsciously know you have no say in this. I don't get to react to this or have an opinion, it's just something I have to do. Because she said so. And if I was to try and react, she'd circle right back to guilt-tripping me (which at this point would be really funny because I have been trying lately to help her in every way I can so it's not like "You do everything for me and I'll do this small favor for you by coming with you", I have been offering to help with chores, I've been offering to learn stuff I dont know how to do so I can help her around the house, I have been helping as far as I can. But nonetheless I know this will end badly if I try to argue)

Anyway yeah it's just. I'm tired. At first I thought it was her desperate attempt to get me back into the church, to make me believe again. Now, though I still think she clings onto some hope about that, I also believe she thinks I'm too far gone for that and really just wants me there for company and for the eyes of the world, so none of the people know I'm not a believer anymore and supposedly think of her as a failed mother.

I'd just like to be counted like an equal person in here. Especially what with reaching adulthood and all. Like she actually scolded me when I said "I'd like to go out with my friends" and waited for their approval, because she said I was just making announcements and she wants me to ask next time. Even though I was still essentially waiting for them to say yes or no, I wasn't announcing anything. And she's said this before too, I'd leave for extra studies a little earlier sometimes to go get bubble tea and I'd tell her and then she'd go "I want you to ask beforehand". Why? She wasnt even home, no one was, and I would've left like 30 minutes later anyway cause I had to, what's the big deal? Or is it just about being controlled, hm? Is it that she can't watch me be an independent person? Feels like it.

Anyway my point was I have to literally ask for everything, like with a "Can I" and a question mark and all, because "We might have something else planned" (which as I said, if they had something planned for us to do would they not tell me? And either way, if something came up I'd just tell my friends I couldn't hang out after all cause something came up and it'd be fine. But no, she insisted.) but when it comes to me she just says "You're coming" and that's it and I HATE it. I HATE IT.

If she thinks she's bringing me closer to church this way someone tell her she couldn't be more wrong.

[illitual]

hellow i have thoughts from yesterday! (also i currently have the zebiwon discography playing because I got distracted by a show yesterday dhfhf)

good so bad: they gave one of them shaggy black hair and 15 earrings. i am but a simple creature... what a funky song, love the retro feel of the hook

melting point: so fucking adorable?? put them into a Christmas movie right now! i was trying so hard to count them during the choreo scenes, i think theyre 9??

our season: Oh i LOVE a man with a profile (jiwoong?). i really like the rhythm/structure of this song, melody and tempo so delicious! they made blonde mullet boy in a lab for the part of my brain thats obsessed with svt minghao.

idol human theater: okay who's that babygirl sitting in someones lap nagging on the maknae to wipe the mirrors and clean the floors dhdhjdf

[this is maybe a weird thing to say but I can't wait to hear good night in like. 3 years when all their voices have matured a bit more, it's such a gorgeous song, it'll become transcendent]

I also saw a video of them at kcon la doing a dance challenge thingy? they evidently did so much homework for kcon, they slayed EVERY SINGLE song??? I'm going to put gunwook into my pocket as soon as I get my hands on him.

scream hello to the world of zeroses (or zeroes)

the one with the black hair is ricky xD i know what exactly you are talking about, his face card is incredible

for melting point yessssssssssss there's 9 of them, who went thru hell and back to debut thats my family right there

your eyes are on ricky from the start even on our season i cant blame u !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! thats our CAT!!!!!!!!

r u talking abt this one?? its gyuvin on gunwook's lap <3 if i got the wrong part sorry they are like always sitting on someone's lap LMAO

also i see your vision with goodnight actually!!!!!!!!!!! it's a song that ages well with them.

as for kcon la it was so chaotic but my boys are really good dancers so it's good to see you charmed <3 and gunwook is in my pocket as we speak!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ilysungho]

SPOONIE HERE!! 🥄

omg ilysungho materlistttt!!! sending you motivation and strength in setting up all the links and whatnot and good luck in everything else 🙏🙏 it looks so good i will be stalking it btw you cant get rid of me ❤️

ive been writing little by little whenever im feeling like a freak 👅 (when i have time and motivation in between rverything else, why is writing lowkey healing)

WE HAD OUR FIRST SHOW LAST NIGHT! everyone ate and served and we had a little mishap (minor cast member spilled a paint can (never shouldve been a real can tbh) and it got on the set and the stage and a little bit on a few costumes but we solved it and nothing is perma damaged) (i hope he doesnt get chewed out it wasnt his fault)

i slept like a princess in one of my classes today ts is lowkey so draining 😭🙏

also did my nails, theyre red and kinda sorta really cunty

anyway thats my life update (i expect one in return /lh) i hope your own school life is going okay, howve you been doing? :3

HI SPOONIE ^-^ omg before i respond to what you’ve said, i wanted to say that i started responding to your ask with sungho perfume but. it’s getting kinda long and idk whether to cut it off or just write a oneshot BUT im already writing one to the other one you sent a while back… maybe it’s your thoughts and sungho combined… really gets my brain going lmao anyways! THAT’S GREAT! i’m glad you’re show went well despite the mishap! but its good to hear that it’s fixable! anything to do with costumes is such a hassle 😭 i only have my dance ones but even then, when they don’t fit (cause i only really perform 1-2 times an year because of uni 🤕) i get so sad but it’s whatever i just deal with it 😭 sleeping in class is real… i don’t mean or want to but those 2 min naps are life changing. also omgggg cunty red nails we love to see it! i only paint my nails for dance lmao… but yes. very fun life update!! i hope things keep going well and only get better for you <3

as for me… i don’t really have much going on 😭 most exciting thing is going to the movies with my friend later tonight. apart from that i have a ton of homework and 2 midterms, maybe 3, next week 😍 so i gotta study for all that and get done with my projects due today and tomorrow… GET ME OUT OF HERE (banging on the bars of my enclosure) 😭😭 but i’m gonna stay positive otherwise i might as well lose my sanity 😟 writing really does help reduce the stress and IS healing so i get you there! anyways, expect responses to you and my other anons too over the weekend 🫡

[rettrogue]

I SAY BEHOLD BEHOLD OUR RAMBLES WITH YOUR PUNY MORTAL EYES, RANDOM INTERNET PEOPLE. IF UR DOWN THIS FAR Y'ALL SIGNED UP FOR THIS A LOOONG TIME AGO!!! but i really do appreciate this btw. its a genuine pleasure having the ceo/phd holder of luzeni go absolutely ham on my silly little post lol

anyway sending u a letter delicately sealed with an exquisite wax stamp pressed with a design of luzeni making out mega nasty style. yes there is carefully concealed old man yaoi inside

_ so many delicious hypotheticals, goddamn. having this mega sad edgelord noir detective zenigata blush a lil when this friggin' gyuhuhu-ass guy wearing an obnoxiously bright jacket crawls into his window is such a fantastic mental image. there's a reason i have this hyper-idealized image of this god forsaken schrodinger's koike zeni movie in my noggin because THATS WHERE YOU'D GET THE REAL NASTY SHIT. they had it right there-- reciting romeo and juliet and wanton declarations of violence via shooting to kill. that got to me man. right here. in my very real heart that i'm pointing to.

there's permanence in their impermanence, i think. same vein as that "stability in instability" take i already blathered about. their refusal to maintain anything concrete is their truce.

_ i personally think zeni cares about his bosses and the people he has to surround himself with (just so he has the resources to get closer to capturing lupin) a little bit. maybe 'flipping off' isnt the most accurate way of putting it but he would get some sensation out of proving them wrong, or just proving something, anything at all. he is SO praise-deprived. dude starts openly full-body bawling the second anyone tells him he did something, like, a little bit okay lmao. very pathetic wet cat behavior. zenigata is too human, he cares too much. every single aspect of him is simply a lot. in those moments where his full-throttle lupin-fixating is on the backburner, any bit of validation that lets him know he isn't wasting his life on this pursuit wracks him right to his goddamn core. stokes the fire, makes him work ten times as hard. as long as all of it circles back into fueling the Chase, its solid :thumbsup:

but maybe that's more of a pt 2/certain specials thing, i dunno. it weaseled its way into my brain somehow s'all i can say lol. either way its in his character dna. like you said there's just so many different versions of him, all with different extremes that somehow manage to maintain his core characterization. but holy shit moments where he does not give even a SINGLE SHIT are some of my favorites. pt 1 finale where he has that big-ass tantrum "I'M NOT GONNA GO ALONG WITH YOUR DUMBASS PLAN" and then the commish is like "DAMN RIGHT YOU FUCKING WON'T, YOU'RE DEMOTED" and then zeni smashes a chair or some shit. i think a golf club was involved?? whatever. "IM DOING THIS MY WAY. IF I FAIL I QUIT. TEA TIME'S OVER MOTHERFUCKER." its peak

_ "Let Lupin rot in jealousy and desire and the anger of not being the focal point of everything". as a chronic jigzeni obsessor this sings to me. i froth at the mouth over this. it really is difficult to concoct jigzeni without lupin peeking his ugly little freaknasty imp head in there because man, he really is so deeply integral to their lives (as he should be! as much as he simultaneously does and doesn't deserve it he is our mc.) but it IS possible. in my heart of hearts it is doable and it freaks all of them the fuck out. what a beautiful subversion-- it's not the guy, but the guy-adjacent. and the guy does not like that because it really is really sexy. sexier than he could've had it, which, wtf. that's not.... that's not right.

i think it boils down to jigen and zenigata just straight up not caring for once. which is all chill for jigen but inherently easier said than done for zenigata. i think that's where most of the hold-up stems from for some ppl. there's this one fic (sry i keep linking fics and i feel like i'm giving out homework waghhh) that i think about a lot where jigen's just perfect. like can we please just forget about him for ten fucking seconds??

unfortunately zeni could not forget in that fic. but if he did? mm. good shit. get bent, lupin. or not i guess. its jigen's turn, oops. better luck next timeline

i have unprompted lupin-esque questions pop into my stream of conscious, interrupting my day-to-day wholesale, and one of them is "damn. does lupin only have three companions because zenigata never caved and joined him". like what kind of question is that??

i think its one of the more recurring ones because the sorta lines in lupin tv/films that're like "kinda surprising you're a cop" or "you'd fit in real well with us" or, the wombo combo of the two, "your skills are wasted on your job" really dig into my brain and won't feckin' leave.

in a lot of iterations, jigen and goemon meet lupin when they're tasked with killing him. fujiko's essentially his other rival. and yet, despite whatever the rest of the gang may be doing or whoever they pledge themselves to or whatever other jobs they might take on they always wind up right next to lupin again. on the same team, even.

and then there's zenigata. the sole obstinate holdout. they truce, they save each other's lives, have an avengers bonus credit scene shawarma lunch, etc etc. yet he isn't *with* them. he dips after they stop some evil billionaire from blowing up a city for some asinine power/profit grab or whatever the fuck, shouting that he'll "get them next week" while comically shaking his fist at the sky, and jigen rolls his eyes for the dozenth time and goes "that guy'll never change, will he". no jigen, he won't. when things calm down he'll sit alone in his office and do paperwork for all the property damage he caused with lupin & co. like he always does.

lupin and zenigata prefer it that way, obviously. they know their roles and how to play them. zenigata's too good to be a cop but he's also too good to be with lupin. lupin will kill in self-defense whereas zenigata will *not* kill, period. a la "life is a much more incredibly significant thing".

and then there's the *other* obviously-- the adversarial aspect. they can only *truly* challenge each other if they're on opposing sides. jigen stuck around after lupin beat him. goemon pledged his allegiance to lupin after he bested him. fujiko cozies up to lupin because it's easier than outright contesting him. but lupin is the best criminal and zenigata is the best cop. of course they'll never swap sides. they have the most fun from where they are.

"but tackyyy, what if he *did* join them?" you may ask. well whether it'd be cathartic for zenigata or not aside, there's some other q's that come up that deserve some consideration.

would the gang finally be "complete" if zenigata finally shed his inspector title? what would that look like, how would it work out? what does that even *mean*? is lupin just collecting people he thinks are neat? if so, if a hypothetical (realllllllly emphasizing that hypothetical btw) fourth-- someone with skills on the right level and surprisingly good chemistry with the gang-- came along, would lupin welcome them? or would lupin look at zenigata and go "nah, i'd rather have *that* guy"? lots of stuff to explore.

but at the end of the day there's one thing that really gets my brain gears turning. i think zenigata's higher-ups imagine him on lupin's side and shudder. i think *zenigata* imagines himself on lupin's side and shudders. i think the only way his full potential can be realized is if he's with lupin *permanently*. those blips of unbridled feral skill wouldn't be blips anymore. they'd be normal. and devastating. and the five of them would be unstoppable. and maybe that'd scare him, finally knowing exactly what he's capable of. maybe it *already* scares him, knowing he's the only one who can decide what happens.

[pandemique]

hi <333

[venusandsaturnsrings]

VENUS I HAVE AN IDEA FOR YOU!

Okay so, Childe has moved back home after so long away at his job, saying he missed his family whatnot (he really got kicked out of his old appartment for claims of unsanitary conditions but thats between him and the definitly not over flowing cum tissues in his bin) but doesn't understand the kind of view his old window has of his new next door neighbor. You know he doesn't mean to stare (he so does mean to stare) but the view was right there and if his neighbor didn't want to be seen then why were the curtains open?

So the next day, after having seen his neighbor's topless chest and a little bit more, obviously just out of the shower and oblivious to the hand in his pants, guess who's sitting at the dining room table eating breakfast with his family? You, his neighbor he jacked off to last night. You smile, eye contact and all, and says that he must be Ajax, that his dad has been going on and on about him.

Turns out.

This neighbor has been so kind to drop his brothers at school on the way to work, even helping with their homework when they get home, it has been like this for a few months after he left.

And just guess who leaves their window unlocked?

He would never admit that he developed such a quick infatuation for you, it's embarrassing almost, but the feelings he gets whenever your hands brush against his as you pass him something when helping his siblings or when he gets to see your chest rise and fall through the window at night.

But the best feeling has to after he has clambered his way into your room at night, catching you saying his name, even whimpering a little, while your body writhes in your sleep, wriggling as his fingers ghost over your skin.

I'm the anon that was from another Fandom, but mayhap I could go by Cor? 🙏??

yeah im Normal about this... definitely haven't been thinking about this for DAYS... yeah... but fr oh my GOD??? this is so fucking delicious i'm handing over all writing privileges to you my career is over this is better than anything i could ever come up with my lord... legally obligated to expand on this but my brain is So Full im doing it in a separate post to make it more legible LMAO i have so many thoughts im going insane i'm kissing you on the mouth so hard rn... sighhhhh cor my beloved <33 like cor lapis!! honey-sweet and warm <33

full fic i made for you here!! 2.6k words of degeneracy <33

[flooficandii]

what do u think ab an au where the vp takes in kids with radiant abilities to train them as the "future" of valorant

this idea's kinda scuffed af bc idk much ab the lore actually i'm still confused ab kingdom n earth but i just want an excuse to see the agents babysitting chaotic kids with powers LMAOAoadjdj

IM NOT GONNA LIE THAT WOULD SOUND SUPER CUTE LMAO RADIANT BABY DAYCARE,,,, also this is a perfect excuse to put my headcanons about which of the agents are the best with kids

parents. like, literal parents dude

brimstone. he is the first immediate thing that comes to mind when i think of parenting. i mean look at the way he talks to the rest of the agents, you can't tell me he won't do well with kids

CYPHER!!! bro cypher would LOVE kids,,,,i hc he was really excited to be a dad but nora kinda died with his unborn baby so,, yknow he has that yearning feeling and he kinda projects that nature onto the younguns. he may be super secretive and shifty but you can tell he cares for them and would love to have children running around the base

sage!! sage radiates this energy of warmth and comfort and security, you'll always feel safe with her so she'd be wonderful with children :]] she won't hesitate to be strict if needed though so just make sure to stay on her good side unless,,, "YOUR HOMEWORK IS NOT OVER!!!"

reyna. surprisingly. although she isn't as much a parent as the rest of them, she wILL break someone's arm for a kid. she may be very murderous but kids might be her soft spot (glances vaguely at her little sister)

tbh i see her as the kind of caretaker that'll let her kid do awful things lmao

"miss reyna can i say a curse word ple a se ,,,"

"of course, cariño."

"FUCK!!!!"

okay at it/awkward but trying

omen. omen isn't sure how to interact with children,,,, like, i headcanon he scares them away a lot

if one of them happens to be NOT scared?? *immediately imprints*

i think the most he'd do while watching over children is just sit there with his knitting needles and grunt Menacingly whenever they start causing trouble

viper. viper also scares kids away, understandably so, but she does have this maternal nature despite her scary aura (exhibit a: duality)

i headcanon she actually dislikes children and tries to avoid them as much as possible but will be incREDIBLY protective if they're threatened

yoru. he finds kids annoying. but if he were put in a situation where he HAD to keep an eye on them he'd probably try

just a little bit

as a treat

he'll call them brats or something lmAO what a bitch

unless one of them calls him cool and feeds his ego

then yeah he'll love them lol

imagine yoru going into his rift and picking the kid up to make it look like they're flying

a parent? maybe not, it's really not something on his list of ideals. but a big brother figure? sure! it means he gets to bully tease children to his heart’s content

sova. sova is okay at babysitting. he’s very quiet though so the kids usually get bored with him

he’s quick to straighten them up if they’re misbehaving

maybe he’ll tell fairy tales about the mountains or something

*deep thick russian voice* “When I was still living with my babushka in the frigid mountains of the North,”

babysitters at most

jett. jett seems like the cool babysitter who lets you do anything and everything lmao,, stay up past your bedtime?? sure thing. snacks before dinner?? hell yeah. you want her to show you her cool spinny wind trick?? of course!!

raze! raze gives off the vibes of the girl next door who everyone in the neighborhood knows and loves. she probably hung out with the kids in her town a lot and would draw with them, make music with them, etc. very big sister vibes 10/10 just don't let her have explosives around them

ASTRA!!! astra astra astra i bet she’d be the type to give piggy back rides and make little stardust confetti to wow them with!! she’ll sing songs and read stories and maybe do little puppet shows for them  

skye would do great with kids! she’s strong enough to catch up to them during vigorous games of tag and she’d let them pet her tiger

her animals love the kids too

imagine taz lying on his back as they pet his belly and hawko perching on top of their heads

haha! *slowly pulls them away from the children*

breach. i dont know about you guys but if you left him with a kid he would lose them in like 1.5 minutes

“what? they’re tiny, you think i’d notice?”

bro he is such a fucking bully he’d punt a kid across a football field

i guess he’d let them sit on his giant bionic shoulders but thats it

phoenix.

says he has it under control

does NOT have it under control

“alright, fam! leave it to me, i can handle some younguns-”

*burns down the entire hq after trying to show them a trick*

killjoy. bro she would use them for her experiments without batting an eye

“KILLJOY WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THE KIDS”

“testing the sensor range of my turret!! :DD relax, it won’t hurt them- they’re wearing helmets!”

“KILLJOY THEY’RE WRAPPED IN BUBBLE WRAP I DON’T THINK THAT’S HUMANE”

kay/o.

i dunno man i don’t think he’d even know what to do with kids

also he might accidentally break their spine if they wanted a hug lmao

he won’t hurt them on purpose but this is just,,,a safety measure

k would do great with kids though :]] big friendly guy

[bullshit-bulltrue]

Okay so it looks like the O'ahu trip is going to be on Thanksgiving break and three days prior so I'll have to stay up really late doing extra homework the week or two before but thats alright. Okay now onto the iconicness of the pool day

So me and my cousins Ants were chilling and fist-bumped which is literally one of my favorite things ever?? Don't ask why, I don't know why I love fist bumps either lol. And then my baby nephew Kam kept wanting me to hold him and help him swim, he's such a precious little shit and kept giving me grabby hands. Lennon(cousin) was being a little brat so i put his head under water for a second 😁. And then Pres (other cousin) screamed when i showed him the scab on my thumb lmao. And my uncle was playing THE BEST music. And my oldest nephew Evan went underwater and pinched me, so i held stepped on his back until he tapped out. And then he kept acting like a little shit so we somehow ended up getting to the point of an arm wrestling battle?? So first it was the little kids and all the way up to me and Evan. He was a fucking asshole and made me use my right arm. He knew it was my weakest arm. And guess what? I still won. And everyone cheered because I'm one of the best fucking cousins ever. And then wr started getting on the topic of which hands are our dominant. And when I said I'm a lefty my uncle said "woah! So you're like REALLY smart!!" And then my cousin Sandy was like "omg I'm a lefty too!" And we both threw up an L

And then we had to go because my oldest nephew needed to go to his mom's 🙄

BUT WE'RE PLANNING TO GO OVER AGAIN SO YAY!!

so apparently this hoe didn't think to check the date, we didn't go to the pool. but we're going tomorrow so that's cool ig

oh ouch i’m sorry. hopefully you’re feeling gender tomorrow tho so u can slay then!!

[shu-glue]

Chapter 4: Annoying

Summary: A day in your life and you think it's going to be another annoying one, but a note always brightens up your day.

A/N: this chapter is focused more on you, the reader, so we're taking a break from suna's shenanigans! thank you guys for reading this series and supporting it, it means a lot to me ♥️ as always, like, reblogs and comments are appreciated! enjoy reading!!

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[THE BOYS™]

Piss Blond [7:31pm]

okay, what about urameshi yusuke?

Local Gossiper [7:31pm]

i dont exactly vibe with him.

Piss Blond [7:32pm]

now i know youre just turning these guys down for the fun of it YUSUKE IS AN ANIME CHARACTER

Osamu Ramsay [7:32pm]

lmao

Suna rolls his eyes skywards as he lies on his bed, homework forgotten on his desk as he stares at his ceiling. His shoulder still hurts, a dull ache in his muscles that he feels when he moves his arm around. His phone buzzes with each message sent to the group chat as he reaches over to grab it.

Piss Blond [7:39pm]

also dont think i didnt notice yall changing my name to PISS BLOND you traitors

Osamu Ramsay [7:39pm]

you want it as highlighter head then

Piss Blond [7:40pm]

YOU WANT ME TO HIT YA

Osamu Ramsay [7:40pm]

YOU CAN TRY SCRUB

Braincell Holder [7:42pm]

….i guess its safe to assume theyve started fighting again

Braincell Holder [7:42pm]

suna, have ya thought of anyone who can tutor you?

Suna frowns at Ginjima's message, sighing. No, he has not. He's been thinking, contrary to what Atsumu thinks, but he hasn't been able to think of anyone to ask to tutor him.

Local Gossiper [7:45pm]

no i havent

Local Gossiper [7:45pm]

anyone you suggest?

Piss Blond [7:45pm]

weve been giving ya suggestions for hours ò_ó

Braincell Holder [7:46pm]

are you guys done fighting?

Piss Blond [7:46pm]

yeah i won

Osamu Ramsay [7:46pm]

in what universe

As the twins start to bicker over chat again, Suna rolls his eyes, tossing his phone onto his bed and lying back down, splaying his arms all over the sheets. He's exhausted from the day he just had. A bunch of Erika's 'friends' had bombed his DMs, and he just resorted to blocking them so his poor phone could take a break from all the notifications.

Suna turns his head, catching sight of your shoujo manga on his nightstand. After much inspecting, he found your name scribbled in small letters on the back of the cover so now he knows that it's definitely yours. Blase and nonchalant you. Who would've thought.

But the fact that you own a shoujo manga isn't the thing that's boggling Suna's mind, it's the fact that you had a picture of you and KITA of all people when you were kids. Did the two of you know each other? He has never seen you two spend time together or even talk at school unless it was about academics. 

Judging by the picture he saw, you two must've known each other since you were kids.

Local Gossiper [7:58pm]

hey. does kita have any friends

Braincell Holder [7:58pm]

thats such a way to ask… of course he does

Local Gossiper [7:58pm]

no i mean like. friends he hangs out with outside of school.

Local Gossiper [7:59pm]

or like. a secret girlfriend.

Piss Blond [7:59pm]

wow, you live up to your name

Local Gossiper [7:59pm]

@Piss Blond you do too

Local Gossiper [7:59pm]

anyway

Local Gossiper [7:59pm]

answer the question pls

Osamu Ramsay [7:59pm]

not really??? we dont exactly keep tabs on what kita does in his free time out of school 

Piss Blond [7:59pm]

and if he had a secret girlfriend, we wouldnt know

Local Gossiper [8:00pm]

oh

So no one knows about you and Kita… aside from Suna…

The 'bingo!' moment has made itself known as Suna thumbs at the manga now on his lap, eyeing the polaroid picture seated carefully between the middle pages.

Local Gossiper [8:01pm]

another question: how do you think will high and mighty react to blackmail

Braincell Holder [8:01pm]

wh

Braincell Holder [8:01pm]

who?

Braincell Holder [8:05pm]

suna???

The first thought you had waking up in the morning was how one of these days, you're really going to throw your alarm clock at the wall. Alas, you decide to just slam on the nefarious object, stopping its incessant ringing. It's annoying.

Groaning, you slowly sit up on your bed, blinking to get used to the light in your room. The sunlight is so annoying.

Your body is aching a bit, and you rub your shoulder to ease the pain. Dammit. Why did you have to be so careless yesterday? First, you practically crashed into Suna Rintarou from 2-1 and right after, realized you lost your copy of 'Love-Hate Relationship with my No-Good, Very Annoying Roommate'.

You were so happy yesterday, too, after Kita asked you (well, your club but he came to you) to make posters for the volleyball club for fundraising. You wanted to do your best for him, so when you informed your president about the favor (to which he didn't even bat an eyelash, much to your expectation and annoyance), you immediately worked on the drafts so you and your friends can start taking reference pictures today.

Now you have an aching shoulder (plus head, did you hit your head yesterday?), a lost manga, and a sour taste in your mouth.

Your alarm clock starts to ring again and you slam your fist onto it, stopping the ringing once again. You groan, rubbing your face as you get out of bed and trudge towards the bathroom. You go about your daily routine; take a shower, brush your teeth, scowl at the dark bags underneath your eyes, put on your uniform. Your movements are sluggish, due to lack of sleep.

You spent the whole night flipping your room inside out looking for your manga. You're going to cry. You even tucked your favorite photo of you and Kita in between the pages. Stupid, stupid, stupid. What if you never find it again?

Sighing dejectedly, you grab your bag and walk out of your room, closing the door quietly behind you. It would be a shame to break the strong silence in your house. As you walk down the hallway, you pass by your parents' bedroom, pausing.

She should still be asleep at this time. And she'll have a massive headache when she wakes up.

Pursing your lips, you silently open the door to your parents' bedroom, blinking to grow accustomed to the darkness inside it. There's a distinctive stench in the room, one you've grown to be familiar with for all the years you've been alive. You sigh. She's at it again.

You have memorized your parents' bedroom like the palm of your hand by now, walking over to the curtains to pull them back, avoiding anything that could make you trip in the process. Once you do, light finally shines in the room, bathing everything in color again.

And you finally see the mess that is your parents' room. The sheets are haphazard, part of it even lying on the floor now. Beer cans and red wine bottles litter the wooden floor and you nudge a can away, a grimace on your face. Honestly, if she was going to do this again, she could have prepared a trash can to dispose of everything as well. Look, there are even cans and bottles on the bed.

And your mother is lying among the cans and bottles and haphazard duvets.

This is so annoying.

You feel your fists clench but you close your eyes and repeat the word "relax" ten times before you open them again, turning on your heel and walking down the stairs. 

You slip into the kitchen and open the fridge, taking out a bottle from your mother’s stock of Korean pear juice and some oranges. You peel the oranges and cut them into slices, putting them in a small bowl before taking out a pack of crackers and a bag of nuts out of the cardboard, placing all of them on a tray. You unscrew the cap on the bottle of Korean pear juice and pour the contents in a tall glass, placing it on the tray as well as some ibuprofen.

You pick up the tray and walk back upstairs back to your parents’ room. Your mother was still asleep, a beer can pressed up against her cheek while she’s none the wiser. You press your lips into a tight line and walk into the room, stepping over trash and cigarette butts, to place the tray on her nightstand. You gently remove the can from her face, tight frown still on your face.

At this, your mother stirs, unfocused eyes blinking open and gathering her bearings for a couple of seconds. She slowly sits up, rubbing her eyes as she groans from the piercing headache. You hand her the ibuprofen. “Here.” You say, and your mother blinks at you once, twice, through her haze and she smiles brightly at you.

“Good morning, sweetie!” She chirps despite her state, accepting the ibuprofen from you. “Thank you, what time is it?”

You check your phone, pursing your lips. “6:30. How are ya feelin’?”

“Oh, my head is pounding!” Your mother complains, whining. “And I feel like I wanna puke.”

“Don’t puke on me.” You quickly say, scrunching your nose at the thought. “And maybe you should stop drinking so much. Yer liver’s gonna give out and yer stinking up the place.”

Your mother opens her mouth, about to say something, and closes it. Instead, she sighs, nodding slowly. “Yer probably right. I’ll try to cut back just for ya!” She says to you, giving you an apologetic smile and you frown, furrowing your eyebrows.

“Ya always say that.” You grumble, averting your gaze away. “But ya never do.”

She goes silent, her eyes finally clearing up as she takes your words in. Her expression softens into a sad smile as her gaze falls downcast to her lap. You would have thought she looked ashamed. “Well, it’s a miracle I’m still alive!” She suddenly replies, going back to being bright and you give her a cold gaze. “Anyway, come have a bite, honey! You haven’t had breakfast yet, have ya?”

“How’d ya know that?” You ask, deadpan.

“It's a motherly instinct, ya know!”

She’s always like this. So talkative, and happy, and full of energy, and she’d fall into a deep depression where she’d drink all day, maybe all night if she doesn’t pass out fast enough. When she’d wake up, she’d have a hangover so bad she couldn’t get out of bed, and she’d be happy and acting like a mother again.

She always does it. You’re used to it.

And like every time, you don’t kick up a fuss and decide to just humor her, taking a drink of the Korean pear juice. It’s sweet and thick and kind of disgusting. Maybe it’s in your head (or maybe it’s the brand).

“You can have the rest of it. I’ll just eat on the way to school.” You hand the glass back to her with a grimace. She smiles sadly as you turn to leave.

“Yer a good child, honey.” Your mother says. “I don’t know how I’d live without ya.”

You pause, looking at your mother with cold eyes. She stares at you contemplating, swirling the pear juice in the cup. “Ya have yer papa’s eyes.” She blurts out, in her own little world once again, uncaring of the people outside of it. “Yer so like him. So like yer father. How he’d love you.”

At her words, your body freezes, staring at your mother with hard eyes. You don’t say anything.

She snaps out of it again and sighs, nodding her head. “I said something wrong again, didn’t I?” She laments, frowning.

You quickly avert your gaze, gritting your teeth. “Ya always do.” You say. “I’m going to school. Jus’ order delivery when ya get hungry.” Without waiting for her response, you exit the room and run out of the house. Your mother stares after you, her face sullen, and she looks at the mess in the room.

“Maybe I should clean up.”

You walk down the street, fingers gripping the strap of your bookbag. The birds are chirping, the sun is shining brightly (at this hour?), and people are already out and about doing their own thing. How annoying. You make a quick trip to the convenience store to buy yourself some melon bread. Convenience store food isn’t normally that good, but your rumbling stomach doesn’t really care where the food is coming from as long as it makes it to your digestive system.

A shame that your favorite bakery is closed for renovations.

You say thank the cashier as you pay for your melon bread and you exit the convenience store, immediately chowing down on the piece of bread as you walk towards the bus stop. It’s so good, you’re almost tempted to go back and buy a second one.

You arrive at the bus stop on time and wait for the bus to arrive, chewing on your almost finished melon bread in the meantime as you look around. You see a small dog standing by the edge of the sidewalk. It’s beside its owner who’s talking to somebody on her phone and it’s looking at you with its big ole’ eyes. When it barks at you, you narrow your eyes at it and it seems that that small action was enough to send it whimpering and hiding behind its owner.

The woman pauses, side-eyeing you and mumbling under her breath before going back to talking on the phone. You side-eye her back.

You finish eating your melon bread just as the bus arrives, discarding the wrapper in the trash bin before getting on. Just your luck, all the seats are occupied, rendering you unable to sit down. Figures.

Earphones in their rightful place, you hang onto the handlebars as you try to ignore everyone else around you. The ride to your stop wasn’t that eventful, aside from a baby staring at you with its unnerving big eyes (you stared back at it), and the bus slowly rolls to a stop nearby Inarizaki. A lot of people bump into you while getting off the bus, which irritates you even more. Relax, ten times, deep breath.

At least no one bumps into you on your way to the school gates, the look on your face is enough to make them jump away from your path. Very convenient.

You arrive at the school gates with time to spare, your hands stuffed into the pockets of your blazer jacket, when you hear a chirp voice from behind you. “Senpai!”

You turn around and nearly grunt when you’re almost tackled with a tight hug, looking down to see the smaller stature of Nana, who’s grinning up at you. “Good morning!” She greets, loosening her hold on you a bit.

You blink and allow a small smile on your face, patting your head. “Good morning, Nana.” You greet back. Nana’s normally brash and rude (she was to you when you first met) but she does an entire 180 when it comes to you. It’s like a younger sister looking at her older sibling.

The two of you start to walk to the school building. “Look, look!” She says, grabbing her Canon EOS, and going through the pictures, grinning widely. “I was walkin’ towards the convenince store, yeah? Because my Ma wanted ta make some maki sushi rolls but we didn't have any seaweed wrapper cuz' she forgot, anyway—"

You listen with rapt attention as Nana shows you around a dozen pictures of a ladybug on a weed growing from a crack on the sidewalk, the setting sun serving as the backlight of the photos. "—and then a bunch'a twats were walkin' by and ruinin' my shot and of course, I had ta give 'em a piece o' my mind, so I did jus' that! But then, the ladybug flew away!" She laments, shaking her camera and you gently take it from her, looking through the photos.

You nod as you look at each one. "These photos are beautiful, Nana. I don't see any problem with 'em, the layout's good, the lighting's just right. I didn't expect less from ya." You say, smiling as you hand her back her camera.

Nana practically beams at you. If she was a puppy, her tail would be wagging behind her frantically. 'I can almost see the puppy ears…' You think as you look at her. 

When the both of you arrive at the shoe lockers, you see Ryuji putting away his shoes. He notices the two of you and smiles, waving. "Good morning—!" He greets but is cut off by Nana.

"Ryuji! Gimme back my manga, ya ass!!!" Nana yells at him, doing a 180 once again as she stomps up to the tall third year. You follow behind her, giving Ryuji a small wave and a 'good morning'.

Ryuji glares at her. "A good morning woulda been great, Nana. And use honorifics when ya talk to me, I'm your senior!" He says, pointing at her.

"I can talk how I want, especially ta someone who's been hogging all my manga volumes and not givin' em back!" Nana retorts, pointing back at him.

"Please be quiet." You say to the both of them, voice icy, and they immediately stop, standing straight with a meek 'right!'.

Nana makes an ‘ah’ sound and turns to you, eyebrows raised. “Speaking of manga, senpai, did ya find the manga you were lookin’ fer yesterday?” She asks you and you stop, robotically turning your head to look at her for one, two seconds, before you turn back to your locker and—with a loud bang—hit your forehead against the metal.

“No…” You lament, and you're sort of glad that there were no students around to see your embarrassing plight. As you remember practically turning your room inside out last night looking for that recent volume of Love-Hate, you feel like crying. No, you are going to cry.

"Woah! Don't cry over it now, come here." Ryuji says, patting your head as he tries to comfort you.

"I mean, it's just a comic, senpai, ain't anythin' important…" Nana says, voice flat.

Ryuji snaps his head to glare at her. "Don't say that right now!" 

"Well, I'm right…"

"Ya threatened ta punch me over yer manga!"

"No, I didn't!"

"Not verbally!"

"It's not just the manga…" You say, rubbing your temple as you try to get rid of the growing headache. "I put my favorite picture of myself and my friend in between the pages… and now it's gone."

Nana and Ryuji glance at each other, lips pursed into tight frowns. "There's nothin' ta ba guilty about, I'm sure ya can find the picture." Ryuji reassures you, patting your shoulder. "And if ya don't, you can always take more with your friend."

You look up at him, eyes blinking, and you nod, muttering a 'thanks'. "Sure, if it's Ryuji, it's 'oh he's so kind', 'he's so caring', but if it's me, it's 'Nana, don't be rude' 'Nana, stop that'." Nana deadpans but slings an arm around your shoulder nonetheless. "Buuut, ta add to Ryuji's statement, I'll always be available ta take the pictures myself!"

You blink at both of them, fiddling with your uniform, before you hug them both, sighing. "Thanks, ya really ground me." You say, pulling away from them.

As the two of them talk and bicker behind you, you open your locker, about to reach in to take your slippers. But something flutters out of the shoe locker, much to your surprise. Glancing behind you, you check if Nana and Ryuji are paying attention.

Seeing as they're busy bickering about Nana's manga again, you pick up the piece of paper and peek at the contents.

The familiarity of the handwriting makes your stomach flutter, and it takes everything within you to keep from blushing on the spot. It's embarrassing, how such a short, simple note from him can elicit such a reaction from you.

'Come meet me. School rooftop.'

Insider Pursuit! Asagao Pharmaceutical Inc.

Founded in 2001, the company is now owned by the Asagao Group, spearheaded under the direction of the group's second son and his wife, retired actress who had lead roles in "Maiden of the Moon", "My Heart Still Remains in Tokyo", and "Petrichor". The couple's eldest daughter, Miki, oldest of three, is set to be the heiress of Asagao Group and will inherit Asagao Pharmaceutical Inc. in the near future.

[thecoloursdontshow]

sambucky as parents with a teen bc i love them (alternate title: im projecting again)

they both freak the FUCK out when they their kid is actually growing up and sarah is the only who could deal with them and the fact that her niece is growing up because at this point shes done the like twice now. its also very amusing to watch captain america and the winter soldier have a breakdown because their kid is growing up and sarah is like “yeah thats how that works” but they are not having it because “OH MY GOD SARAH THEY BOUGHT EYELINER???” and sarah needs breaks every hour because oh my god. 

The avenger become aunts and uncles and it is the most wholesome thing ever. Bruce and peter would help them with their homework. Thor and valkyrie tell stories from asguard. Wanda watches sitcoms with them, and they have long talks when either of them are stressed out. Carol and hope teach them how to fight, much to the dismay of sam and bucky. Strange and them team up and try to (and succeed, mind you) prove sam and bucky wrong. (ight its time to be SAD)

Imagine, if you will, they have a daughter, and the daughters name is natasha. She never really knew where she got her name from, only whispers of natasha romanoff. She saw her name, heard her name at school, but never really knew who she was. Why she was named after her. So, one day, she asked sam: “dad, where did my name come from?” and sam sits her down, and slowly, he explains who natasha was. How she led the avengers in a time where no one really knew what was going on. Who she was to sam, and who she was to the world. Sam doesnt go into her past too much, just that it was bad. When sam finishes, his voice is as quiet as a whisper. Natasha smiles softly at him, shuffling closer to him, and wrapped her arms around him. “I promise, i’ll do her name justice.” and sam falls apart. Because sam knows she will. He knows that nat would absolutely love this kid. This kid with warm brown eyes and long, dark brown hair that she so desperately wants to chop off and dye blue. This kid who always has a joke or quick remark on her tongue. This kid who cares so much. This kid who sang in the shower, and sang with her father (even if bucky was forcing her to). This kid who never gave up, who got back up on her own since she was 4 years old. This kid, who sam would give his life for, who sam would never forget. Who natasha would absolutely adore. Now, natasha gets little stories about her namesake from clint, and yelena, and scott, and rhodey, and pepper, and her dads. At first, it hurt. It hurt so bad. But, when yelena started telling a story from when they were kids, and natasha smiled wide, her eyes crinkling up. Her laugh that was so innocent, so pure. And yelena smiled too. And it was okay. 

SORRY ABOUT THAT LMAO. had to get my daily dose of natasha romanoff feels. Anywho. 

Partners. Significant others. Thats when they realize their is grown up. Thats when they realize they dont a million years left with this kid. So they pull out all the stops. Baby photos, videos, old school work from like grade 2. Its glorious. They would be so embarrassing oh my god. 

But its not always like that. Bucky retired as soon as they adopted, but sam couldnt. He couldnt. So, when natasha (im sticking to it) grows up a bit, she only known as captain americas daughter. Only known as the girl with the empty seat beside her apologetic looking father at every play. And shes sick of it. She knows its irrational, but she just wants her dad. Thats all shes really ever wanted. One day, she comes home, her eyes rimmed red, and bucky tries to talk to her, but she races up to her room, slamming her door shut. Bucky freezes. He doesnt know what to do. Sams been gone for a week and a bit, and neither of them are taking it well. After an hour, she doesnt come down from her room. Buckys been pacing for the past our. He makes his way up the stairs, and knocks on her door. “Tash?” he hears a sniffle, and shuffling, and the door opens slowly. Shes red eyed, stuffy nose and bucky cant believe he let her hurt like this. “I just need him here.” is all she says, before crashing into bucky. He wants to break down right there, but he doesnt. He wraps his arms around her, until he decides on a plan. They settle on the couch, the star wars theme playing. They ordered pizza, and natasha fell asleep with her head pressed against buckys metal arm. Sam gets home a few hours later. He takes one look at the scene in front of him and realizes how much time he’d missed. How much of his daughter, of his family he had missed. He vows to make sure hes there. To make sure he doesnt miss anymore of the best part of his life.  

Idk what happened yall. I really dont.

[fictionalreads]

9-1-1 Season 6 Episode 13

Buck

LMAO Buck is having fun with math and Chris.

Such a cute family moment. But side note: why is Chris doing homework but Denny is going to school?

LMAO HIM AND EDDIE ARE HUSTLING PEOPLE OUT OF THEIR MONEY

Well don’t jinx yourself Buck.

How often do you attend Eddie?

MEHTA

Damn Eddie down to the second.

Is he counting cards? He is counting.

Buck. Take what you won and leave. Don’t EVER keep going.

LMAO not the Wiz Khalifa

Not Eddie watching in awe.

😂😂 “Steaks”

He has a puffed vest?! That’s hot.

Buck knows what was happening. Look at his face!

Not Buck calling his old flings

CHRIS BEING THE SOUS CHEF Yes there is a fanfic writer in the room.

I hope his math skills don’t just go away.

Athena

Is she reading a murder mystery? Woman you are a cop, you don’t need to read about it too.

LMAO Bobby keeps getting stopped.

Chimney

Wait why shouldn’t he go inside?

Denny. You are not a good liar.

Maddie

LMAO She turned around and found the lady in her house. The nerve.

Woman. Leave her house. She’s trying to go.

What the fuck? So who the hell is she?

What the hell is she looking for?

Coupon forgers?!

Oh okay. Nephew. For a second I thought he was a random kid.

Hen

Keep that advice in mind Hen.

Damn that came quicker than I expected.

How did he get to the hospital?

Oh shit they were in an accident.

LOL The twin head tilts from her and Karen!

Denny, him being your biological dad doesn’t mean he’s safe.

Yeah let’s be mad at the adult. Not the child. I mean I’m not agreeing with what he did but at the end of the day he’s a child. Hen said it best “they do the most unpredictable thing”

I like both PB&J and strawberry milk. But not together.

Okay chill out Hen. He can know what he wants as a child. He went about it the wrong way but he’s allowed to feel that.

Hen why did that question sound like someone was pulling your teeth?

Man. He may be biologically connected to you but that’s their son.

Emergencies

Uh oh. What’s happening to the instructor?

I doubt it’s better than water

And now they’re dropping like flies

Girl stay at school.

If you didn’t want to get your hair cut you shouldn’t have gone.

How is the water burning her?

THATS A THING?!

Miscellaneous

….Buck did math? Definitely the powers from the lightening bolt.

But there is absolutely a fanfic writer in the writer’s room cause them bringing back Buck and math is such a fan move. They could’ve done anything but fanfics often recall the fact that Buck is bad at math.