#I’m not going to be doing work today because I guess our brain decided I should take on all the messy feelings associated with

[stayathome-ts]

This is getting increasingly messy.

[jules-loves-lukecastellan]

| luke castellan x fem! daughter of poseidon! reader

౨ৎ warnings ౨ৎ: none i think

౨ৎ summary ౨ৎ: luke and [reader] go on a secret date, only to be caught by annabeth, percy, and grover

౨ৎ PART 2 OUT NOW ౨ৎ

“I thought this place was secret..”

“where’re you going anyways at 10:00 am on a random tuesday??”

percy asked, giving a very confused look, mostly because, you’re never up at 10:00 am or ever putting this much effort into making sure your shirt looks good enough.

“percy, i’m not going anywhere. i just decided to.. put a little more effort in today i guess.”

you said with glowing cheeks, thinking of luke. percy doesn’t seem to convinced and was about to say something else, but you quickly beat him to it, to avoid other integrations.

“are you sure my shirt looks good?” “should i opt for the baggier jeans or keep these flared ones on?”

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it was a sunny day for camp half blood. perfect for a picnic or maybe even a secret date..

as you exited your cabin, ready to spend some much needed time with your favorite boy ever, you were stopped by annabeth. don’t get me wrong, you love annabeth. but right now, you wanted some alone time with luke.

“hey y/n! i wanted to ask if you could help me work on some new sparring skills? i was going to ask luke but i can’t seem to find him anywhere.” annabeth asked with a hopeful look in her eyes.

you hesitated in saying it, but you couldn’t ever turn down helping someone. “sure annie. why not” you said with a bit of a forced smile.

as she showed you the moves she’s been working on, you correct her on her form and where she would be exposed to the enemy. this goes on for about 20 minutes until grover walks by and starts talking to annabeth about something.

you use this opportunity to quietly slip away to finally see luke. all you wanted to do was kiss him and hug him and do everything affectionate with him because you felt like you haven’t seen him in forever (you haven’t seen him for like a day).

as you brush through the sharp pine needles and itchy bushes, you finally catch a glimpse of the boy you fell in love with when you were 14.

you see him laying down on a blanket, with his elbows propping him up. you sneak up behind him and put your hands over his eyes.

“guess who!” you say lightly laughing as he guesses stupid answers like “Chiron” or “Percy”.

as you remove your hands from his eyes he gets up and immediately kiss you all over your cheeks, nose, forehead, and finally your lips.

“hey, i’ve missed you so much.” luke says with love laced in his eyes.

“not as much as i’ve missed you.” “i have to tell you all about the morning i’ve had just to get here!” you exclaimed with a smile as you both sit down, hand in hand.

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some time has passed. about an hour or so. your head is on luke’s shoulder as he’s telling you all about how his week has been and how much he’s missed you (even though you two saw each other literally the day before).

in the middle of talking, you decided to just kiss him because well, you love him and this is one of the only times you got to spend time with him alone. as you’re both ahem.. making out, you hear footsteps, but you don’t think much of it.

until you hear a percy yelling “WHY ARE YOU MAKING OUT WITH MY HALF-SISTER?!?!!” as grover catches up with percy, panting. and annabeth removes her hat, “percy! you ruined our cover you seaweed brain.”

“well sorry that i’m freaked out that luke is making out with my sister!! we’re lucky we didn’t get here later..”

as both you and luke just sit there dumbfounded, you finally decide to speak up. “ok why are you all here??” percy replies back very sassily “oh missy that’s the least of your problems.”

you roll your eyes as one of the more mature ones respond (annabeth) “well after grover finished talking to me, i saw that you weren’t with me anymore and also judging how luke wasn’t where he usually is either, i got a little fishy. so i grabbed percy and grover and went off.”

percy is just glaring at luke. like staring daggers into him. luke is just sheepishly smiling as he lays his head on your shoulder kissing it. as you both hear percy lecturing you on how it’s not ok to sneak around and such, annabeth and grover just sit there laughing as you and luke just keep playfully rolling your eyes and being dramatic with your responses like “oh i’m so sorry percy! i won’t ever do this again!”

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as you walk back to your cabin, percy in the middle of you and luke, you’re thinking all about how much you’ve fallen for luke and how excited you are to build your future with him (oop).

and as all three of you walk toward the poseidon cabin, you mouth to luke “stay outside for a minute”. you and percy walk inside and you make up some excuse to go back out there.

you go back outside where luke still is and you hug him around his waist. “that date was fun.. until.. yknow” you said laughing.

he rests his chin on the top of your head, and laughs. “yea. i always love spending time with my sunshine.” he says as he kisses the top of your head and pulls away.

you smile and look at his left eye, his lips, then to his right eye (triangle method lol). you lean in and kiss his soft lips as his arms find their way to your waist and yours to his neck. as you both pull away, foreheads touching, luke whispers with a smile,

“my cabin. 10:30 pm. make sure percy’s asleep.” you lightly laugh and pull away going into your cabin. as luke is about to walk to his counselor duties, he sees percy in the window giving him the death glare. he flinches and he awkwardly smiles and walks backwards until percy walks away from the window.

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౨ৎ a/n ౨ৎ-(PT2??) first imagine done! i really hope u liked this one. pls request some!! i love writing for our fav evil boyfriend lol. and give me feedback! i’m new to this whole “imagines” thing haha <3 (btw idk how to put my requests thing on so just pm me with them🫶🏻🫶🏻)

-jules🎀

[riordanness]

fictional — [p.jackson]

2.1K wordcount

warnings: none

requested: no

‘i put myself in another world, where i can be any other girl, cause i don’t really wanna face it. cause if it isn’t real you can pretend all you want…’

I sigh as the lyrics of ‘Fictional’ by Khloe Rose filter through my headphones. My head leans against the cool glass window of the bus, bumping my forehead every time the driver goes over a pothole.

Hey, call me crazy, but this is probably the most relatable song in existence. At least to me. Falling in love with boys from books and movies was basically my job at this point.

I had one, though, that meant more than all my other ‘fictional boyfriends’.

Percy Jackson.

I’d grown up with this character, laughed with him, cried with him, held fast and braved the storm with him. I’d adopted his personality, tried to be like his girlfriend, acted as if we were best friends, talked to him, dreamt about him, read and written fanfiction about him, anything you can think of. I am obsessed, and no, I’m not ashamed of that fact.

I’m five years running with this crush now, and it’s not going anytime soon. I let out another sigh as I realise, yet again, that this is impossible. He’s fictional, as much as it hurts to admit. He isn’t real, and I can’t live my whole life pretending to date and marry a fictional character. Life just doesn’t work like that. Sadly.

The bus pulls up at school, and I climb off, slipping my headphones into my pocket. I’ll probably get them back out during a boring lecture in one of my classes, but for now I’ll just keep the daydreaming at a minimum.

“Hey, girl.” Andie sidles up to me, nudging me with her shoulder. “What’s kicking?”

“Nothing,” I deadpan. “Unless you’re a goat, like Grover Underwood.”

Andie laughs, my sarcastic comment going right over her head. I love her to death, seriously, but the girl hasn’t got an ounce of sarcasm in her. She’s the most literal and honest person ever, but she’s also super sweet and sincere. So, sarcasm isn’t even a word she knows.

“I’m not a goat, silly,” she giggles. “But guess what?!”

“Yeah?” I am actually kind of interested. Andie usually has all the gossip (somehow), so her news tends to be pretty good.

“There’s a new guy in our class today,” she squeals. “Apparently he just moved here from New York.”

“New York is where Percy Jackson lives,” I say automatically. “I wanna visit there someday so bad.”

Andie rolls her pretty eyes. She likes Percy Jackson. I made her read the books, and she did, but just so that she knows what I’m talking about most of the time. “You and your fictional boys, I swear. This is a real boy, y/n! You need to get your head out of a book for once if you ever wanna meet somebody.”

I shrug. “Real boys suck though.”

And even Andie can’t argue with that.

I’m doodling in my notebook, half listening to Mr Mintar explain something about geometry. I’m not terrible at maths, so I figure I’ll just catch up if I need to. My brain doesn’t want to pay attention today.

I perk up, though, when I hear something new.

“Students,” Mrs May, our principal, announces. “We have a new student joining us today. Please be kind to Mr Jackson and show him around. Remember, you were once a new student yourself.”

Jackson? Like Percy Jackson? How cool is that, I thought to myself. I yank my headphones out of my ears and glance up.

A boy is talking quietly with Mr Mintar; who is probably explaining what we’re learning and where he’ll sit. We have assigned seats in basically every class, because a few boys in our grade are idiots, so I sit alone in every class. Apparently, other students are very likely to copy my work if they’re sitting with me, so the teachers decided to make me sit alone all the time. It’s kind of okay, though. Means I can do whatever I want with no one to tell on me for listening to music.

I watch as Mr Mintar talks with his hands, waving them a lot. The boy has his back to me. He has messy black hair, and he’s wearing jeans, converse and a blue hoodie.

Mr Mintar gestures at me, and I sit up straight. The boy glances quickly, nods at Mr Mintar, and I realise what’s happening. He’s being assigned to sit with me, which probably means I'll also be assigned his personal ‘welcome-to-our-school’ guide. Which means I’ll be forced to be this guy’s friend for the next few weeks. Yay.

The boy turns to face me, and I swear my heart literally skipped a beat. Now, this wasn’t like those dumb fanfics where a girl’s celebrity crush just so happens to turn up at her school for some stupid reason, and they fall in love blah blah blah.

This was an honest-to-goodness ‘what the hell is happening’ moment. The boy now walking towards me looks exactly how I’ve always pictured Percy Jackson in my mind. The same crazily messy black hair, loose and slightly curled at the edges, twisting around his ears and falling in his eyes a little bit. He has the same smattering of freckles on his nose, the same tan skin, troublemaker grin, the same glint of determination in his eyes.

And gosh, I’d know those sea-green eyes anywhere.

The boy slides into the seat beside me. “Hi,” he says softly. “You’re y/n?”

I can’t do anything but nod, and I try to not stare at him too hard.

“You’re supposed to be my guide, or something, I think.” The boy sounds apologetic, like he knows how annoying being forced to be a school guide is. “And I’m supposed to sit with you in all my classes.”

I nod again, a little dazed. Even his voice is Percy Jackson-coded. A slight rasp, a little accented, ugh.

I find my voice. “That’s cool. I’d be happy to show you around and get you into the groove of things here at East High.”

The boy smiles, and he has little crinkles at the side of his pretty eyes, as if he smiles a whole lot.

“Awesome. I’m Percy by the way.”

I blink at him, absolutely sure he’s pulling my leg somehow. “What do you mean?” I ask.

Percy frowns. “Like… my name? The thing that people call me? It’s Percy. Percy Jackson.”

I just stare at him.

“Did I do something wrong?” he asks.

“Your name is Percy Jackson?”

“Yeah?”

“Like the book character,” I add, surprising myself with the calm in my voice. Inside my head, though, I was screaming.

Percy’s brow furrows. “A book character? I dunno. Never heard of a book character called Percy, but there probably is. I don’t read that much. Dyslexia.”

I nod slowly. “Of course.”

Percy frowns again, then chuckles a little. “You’re weird. I like you.”

My tongue feels like someone’s deep fried it in the microwave. I try to swallow, and it’s nearly impossible. “So you’re not messing with me right now? You’re really called Percy Jackson, and you have dyslexia and probably ADHD, and sea-green eyes, and your hair isn’t dyed, and…”

Percy laughs again. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, and yes. What’s this about?”

I shake my head. “You wouldn’t understand if I told you.”

Percy raises his eyebrow. “Try me.”

It’s been a week since Percy’s arrival, and I’m still about 89% sure I’m dreaming. Not that I usually dream like this, but still.

I’ve spent basically all my school hours with Percy, as well as half my bus rides home, as his mum lives nearby to us.

The longer I know him, the more I’m sure that he’s real, that he’s actually here, and that he’s really, truly, Perseus Jackson, the not-so-fictional boy I’ve been in love with forever.

The weirdest thing, though, is the night after he arrived, I got home and all my Percy Jackson books and merch were gone. Mysteriously vanished. Even Andie doesn’t know what I’m talking about when I bring up PJO.

It’s like that movie, Yesterday, where everyone forgets about the Beatles. It’s like that, but with Percy Jackson. Oh, and obviously I have a real Percy to replace it; whereas Jack in that movie didn’t really have that.

Anyway, it’s crazy, it’s probably a hallucination, and it’s absolutely incredible. I’m spending every single day with my absolute favourite person in the universe, and he’s real.

The boy I’ve cried over, laughed over, loved for years… He’s here. He’s real. And he’s my friend.

“Marshmallows are not designed to be eaten alone,” I argue, pouting a french fry at Percy. “They aren’t even that nice anyway, but especially not when you eat them dry. All the powder, like, clogs up your throat and it’s disgusting. If you eat them on their own, you’re crazy.”

Percy laughs. “I hate them in my hot chocolates. They get all gooey and mushy, and… ugh.” He makes a face.

I roll my eyes. “You’re insane.”

Percy shrugs. “At least I don’t hate rice.”

“Hey!” I protest. “I have sensory issues! It’s not my fault the feeling of rice in my mouth makes me feel sick.”

“Hey, I know,” Percy says. “I was just kidding. I’m sorry.”

I relax. “It’s okay.”

I stare at him a moment, realising once again that this is really happening to me. That his pretty sea-green eyes are actually looking at me.

“What are you thinking about, love?”

“Huh?” I snap out of my trance, sitting up straighter. “What did you say?”

Percy smirks. “Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

To be honest, I barely remember. “Uh—nothing. Trying to think of what to do this afternoon after school.”

“You don’t have plans?” he asks.

I shake my head, and sip my chocolate milk. It tastes terrible.

“You’re going on a date with me, dummy,” Percy says, so casually I almost miss it. He leans his head back and throws a grape in the air, catching it in his mouth. It’s surprisingly attractive.

“Wait,” I say. “What?”

“You.” Percy points his finger at me, then himself. “Me.” He makes a swirling motion with his finger. “That new waterpark by the beach.”

I raise an eyebrow. “You’re asking me to go on a date with you?”

“You aren’t saying no.”

“No,” I reply, my voice soft, “I’m not.”

“Wow,” I say. “That’s an epic waterpark.”

Percy grins down at me, his eyes looking extra pretty in the afternoon sunlight. “You wanna race to the gate?”

I pretend to think about it for a second, then begin sprinting as fast as I can. I hear Percy gasp in laughter, then start after me. He catches me easily, his legs much longer than mine, but as he does, he scoops me up into a hug.

“Hey!” I shriek. “Put me down!”

I can tell he isn’t taking me seriously though, because we’re both laughing too hard. Percy eventually drops me gently on the ground. I can’t help but suddenly miss the feeling of his bare chest against me. I blink, and instantly shake those thoughts away.

“Buy me an ice cream and I’ll let you win all our races from now on,” I tease.

Percy scoffs. “Darlin’, you couldn’t win if you had a jetpack on.”

I try to ignore the flutter in my chest and roll my eyes. “Could so, and I don’t need any old jetpack.” I flex my nonexistent muscles. “You see these? I’m perfectly fine on my own, thank you.”

“Oh, oh yeah of course. Sorry, your majesty.” Percy has a stupid grin on his face, and I have an urge to kiss him right then and there.

And so I do. I grab hold of his shoulders, pull myself up onto tiptoe, and press my mouth to his. “I love you, Seaweed Brain,” I whisper into his lips.

Percy wraps his arms around my waist, causing the flutter to return, more greatly this time. He deepens the kiss, his head tilting downwards to accommodate my shorter height. His lips taste of the jellybeans we were eating earlier together. He had insisted on eating only the blue ones, of course.

The world around me blurs, and fades, and I’m left with only him, only Percy Jackson. His fingers on my waist, his mouth on mine, my heart in his hands. I am completely and totally his, as I’ve been forever, but now? He’s completely and totally mine too. My not-so-fictional boy.

[cardboardheartss]

Min Hee Jin vs HYBE Scandal Interview

⚠️DISCLAIMER! TAROT CARDS ARE NOT 100% ACCURATE! TAKE EVERYTHING WITH A GRAIN OF SALT! IF MY INTERPRETATIONS ARE INCORRECT FEEL FREE TO CORRECT ME!⚠️

Q : How are you feeling today? (QoW rx)

A : Well… I’m pissed off to be honest. I don’t know if I should be paranoid or continue fighting. I am aware that I’m causing a major uproar on social media but what else can I do?

Q : How do you feel about your secrets all being revealed lately? (5oC, 4oS, AoS, Devil rx)

A : I’m actually quite disappointed, I really didn’t think my secrets would ever be revealed to the public. I feel like running away and hiding because I’m too overwhelmed at the moment. I truly do feel embarrassed but I’m also glad I could finally be free from this company.

Q : Why did you partake in all of this shady work? ( 3oW rx, 10oS)

A : I was too impatient… I wanted to make quick money and prove to other companies that my ideas were actually unique and wil bring me successful but unfortunately my impatience completely backfired on me.

Q : Do you feel betrayed by “That guy?” (Horizontal 7oS)

A : Well… it’s 50/50 to be honest. I could say i feel betrayed but not really. I already knew he was a bad person overall, people in the industry know this guy and how much of a thief he is. But once again… I just wanted the money and now he tipped off that company.😒

Q : Do you think the reason why you got exposed was all rooted from misogyny? (7oP & WoF)

A : No lol! People in the company are just jealous their concepts and groups weren’t gaining attention and success so they decided to sabotage me.

Q : What are your thoughts on HYBE CEO’s at this moment? (4oP, 2oS, QoP, 3oC)

A : Well… they are just a bunch of money hungry dudes who wanted to steal my creations… I did not want to give them my concepts at all and I honestly should’ve been more wary because look now… we all have caused major disruption.

Q : Any words to the NEWJEANS members? (Hermit, Empress, 3oS rx, PoP rx)

A : Umm… firstly, i truly believe we all might have to part ways and I would like to apologize to all of you. I should’ve thought smarter and found safer ways to create all of our successes. I was supposed to be your motherly figure, who’d be there for you guys and continue creating beautiful projects together but instead I was really self centered and money hungry. I really don’t want to go but I have no choice but to, I’m aware it’s going to be a bit of a struggle having to heal from all of this. So many things are going to be changing for better and worse because this industry is just… full of crap but once again I am truly sorry to all 5 of you… I truly should’ve used this darn brain and my heart too.

Q : Any words for the other HYBE groups? (Magician rx, Hanged Man rx, 4oW, 10oC rx, PoC rx, QoS, 9oW rx, Death rx, 4oC & 10oW rx)

A : Eh… y’all cool I guess. To be honest I really have no words to any of them. I’m just quite unhappy and critical as to how your CEO’s used my ideas for your concepts. And good luck with continuing to having disharmony amongst each other and having creative blocks as a whole.

Q : What are your plans once this situation has “calmed down?” (Emperor, KoC, KoS rx, AoS rx, 5oC)

A : Umm… right now, I’m thinking of the present. I’m still trying to take in all of this drama and even possibly thinking of walking away for good.

[deathbecomesthem]

The Printer

A My So-Called Hawkins Diary Entry. (actually, 2 entries)

~700 words | Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader MSCL AU

Monday:

50 minutes. That’s how long the study session between me and Eddie lasted. I can’t be sure, but I think the first 5 minutes we sat with our desks facing each other, I stopped breathing. I could see his lips moving, he was talking to me, but my ears were ringing. I don’t think I’ve ever actually talked to him before this morning, not for real. It was like I forgot how to be a person for a minute, like my brain decided to shut down or something. 

It was the way his eyes were looking at the left corner of my desk that snapped me out of it. That and the finger tapping. He was nervous too, for whatever reason, and his brain was just throwing out words for him to say instead of shutting down. It was a feeling that I needed to help him relax, help him pass this exam, that made the gears start turning again.

I interrupted his rambling, something about mnemonic devices as a study aid, and suggested we start working down the list of vocabulary words at the end of each chapter to gauge what we need to focus on. And then he looked at me and smiled. I don’t think I’ve seen him smile like that before. He turned his head to the side, kinda shy like. His hair (still damp this morning) touched the corner of his mouth. I would do anything to see him smile at me like that again. I would give anything to be that little curl touching his lip. 

Eddie’s lips are actually perfect, and the way he says, “deontology” set my skin on fire. How does he do that? Make the most ordinary things so much more. I think if I could feel his breath on my skin while he recited names from the phone book, I would evaporate. Cease to exist. For the first time ever, I want to thank Mrs. O’Donnell. Thank you, you old hag, I got to study Eddie for 50 minutes.

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Tuesday:

A miracle happened today. We all got to school at the normal ungodly hour, ready to take that torture session called Mrs. O’Donnell’s midterm exam, and god decided to bless us. The old biddy came in looking ready to spit nails, which is pretty normal for her. But instead of handing out packets of papers, she shook her head and stood in front of her desk empty handed.

The copier ate the exam when she went to print them. I saw Eddie’s shoulders drop in relief at the news, even with Mrs. O’Donnell glaring at him. I swear, she’d blame him if she could. She hates him so much. Instead of taking the exam, we all had to sit in silence and read the next chapter of the textbook. We’ll have an extra 5 days to study for the exam since it’s a long weekend.

And that’s the best part. The studying. Because EDDIE’S COMING OVER TO MY HOUSE IN ONE HOUR TO STUDY WITH ME. He actually asked if I would mind him coming over. (and he fucking smiled like that again.) I told him, sure, that’s a good idea to get more study time in. But what am I going to do? He’ll be here in an hour. ONE HOUR. An hour. One. Hour. Do I make a snack? Do I order pizza? My parents are, mercifully, gone for the night. It’s date night (barf). Mom left $20 on the counter, so I guess I’ll order a pizza, but what kind? Does he like pepperoni? Of course he does, everyone likes pepperoni. Nero’s or Johny’s? Should I get a soda? Pepsi or Mountain Dew? Oh my god, do we study in the dining room or MY ROOM? 

This is so stupid, I’m freaking out. I need to put some makeup on, but like in a way he won’t be able to notice. What if I kiss him accidentally because his lips say, “deontology”? I need to be sedated.

[asonofpeter]

Wait

Pairing: Dark!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Summary: Rafe doesn't want to wait to start your future, you convince him that he should.

Warnings: tampering with condoms, mentions of abortions, mentions of sex, toxic relationship (reader is kinda toxic too since this is the same universe as my other rafe fic)

Word Count: 601 (dang so close)

A/N: It's the annual birthday fic! Thought I wasn't going to do it this year but I didn't want to drop this tradition, so here's a small fic. Real quick though, a lot has changed in the past few months to a year. I still have been writing but I've drifted to more original work so that's what's kept me busy. Plus I have my entire business that I'm trying to make into a viable career and I'm walking a dog now! I still go on here, mainly reading and brain dumping (is that what it's called?). I've been on a Rafe train so that's what the fic is about today! Here's to year 4 of the birthday fic!

Also don't consent to reposts, translations or anything of that sort. This work is mine, don't steal.

You were searching for some lotion when you went into Rafe’s bathroom, looking through the drawers. 

The box of condoms piqued your interest at you, figuring you should take some so when he comes back you could have some fun. 

You grabbed a few, but your brows furrowed when you felt something odd about the packaging. Raising your arm and holding them toward the light, you could faintly see that there were holes poked in them. Even more confused, you searched through all of them, finding they were all the same.

Walking back into the room, Rafe had just returned from downstairs and he smirked when he saw what was in your hand.

“Rafe, why did you poke holes in the condoms?” you asked and his smile fell, eyes darkening. 

“You left me no choice,” he answered and you were partially taken back by his bluntness. “You know how badly I want to start a family with you, our future and you’re taking it away from me”.

“Make some sense, Rafe! Don’t you know I want the same thing?” you pressed a hand to your chest after you threw the condoms on the bed.

“Do I? Cause it doesn’t really seem like you do,” he tilted his head. 

“Don’t do that,” you dropped your arms at your sides. 

“What? The fact that whatever I want, I don’t get because you don’t want to?” he furrowed his brows, stalking closer to you. “It was the same shit with you not wanting to go on the pill,” he waved his hand as he turned away. 

“It was my choice to make that, I didn’t want to put my body through a drastic change just so you can cum inside me,” you raised your voice. “And now? This is a line crossed, Rafe,” you folded your arms over your chest.

“So what if you get pregnant, you gonna go kill it the moment you get just cause it’s not part of your plan?” he rose a brow. 

“I don’t know,” you answered truthfully. “I don’t know because I’ve never been in that position,” you gulped. “But you need to understand that this future has been something I’ve dreamed of since I was a little girl. I always wanted to be married to an amazing man, one who loves me and treats me like a queen, and I always wanted to be a mom, I wanted to experience pregnancy and have that glow. It was always the dream, but now that I’m with you, I know it can come true,” you grabbed his hands, smiling at him. “But I also wanted to have a degree, a bachelor's was just as important, so when there was no man in my life, I focused on that,” you shrugged. “I’m not gonna beg you to wait, I’m just going to ask that you do. I’m almost done, one more semester until I graduate, we’ll start planning our future then,” you reached for his lips and he happily kissed you back.

“I’ll wait, I guess I could be a little more patient,” he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. “But the moment that you become Mrs. Cameron, I’m not gonna buy any more condoms, you can decide if you want nature to decide how many kids we have,” he pinched your chin. 

“That’s fair,” you smirked. “You can get me pregnant as many times as you want after we’re married”.

“Better get all the practice in now then,” he moved over you so your back was against the mattress and you happily welcomed his love and affection. 

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Reblogs are the best birthday gift!

[incorrectpizza]

Hehehe know how I said literally 72 hours ago that I wouldn't be posting anything for @sabezraweek because of my concussion and general life chaos?

Fic also available under the cut for anyone who would prefer to read here on Tumblr. :)

Ezra’s cleaning up the tower when he finds the holoprojector. 

He’s halfway through a drawer of seemingly sentimental junk - an old comm of his, one of Ursa’s hair clips, Sabine’s own paint sprayer - when he spies a puck he doesn’t recognize. Curious, he flicks it on

He’s greeted by a younger Sabine, not much older than when he’d left. Her hair is the same dull dark purple as when he’d left with Thrawn all those years ago. It’s a bit longer though. Sabine sighs and runs a hand through it.

“So, it’s been a while since I’ve dyed my hair. I haven’t been able to since- since you and Kanan. But, well, things go on. I hoped you would be back by now but still no leads. So, I decided today would be the day.” Holo-Sabine holds up a can, shaking it. Then the image flickers and she returns with flaming pink hair. “Not bad for my first dye job in a year.”

Ezra’s eyebrows scrunch A year ? Sabine Wren, Mandalorian artist extraordinaire who dyed her hair at least once every six months, if not more, had been so out of sorts she hadn’t dyed her hair for a year ? 

In their brief reunion, he’d gotten the sense she’d missed him a lot. But not dying her hair?

Before his brain could come to any dramatic conclusions, the hologram glitched, faded, and returned. Sabine’s hair, a solid, shimmering lilac shifts into a gradient, the tips darkening to indigo. She tilts her head and spins to show all the angles before disappearing.

Holo-Sabine reappears with a full head of indigo holding a hair tie, a single odd lilac strand hanging down. A padawan braid?

“So, it’s been two years.”

She gathers her hair together as she speaks, knot nearly reaching the nape of her neck.

“I decided after the last dye job to let it grow out a bit. What do you think?”

Holo-Sabine smiles, but the expression is hollow. 

“So much has happened. Hopefully you’ll be able to come see yourself soon.”

The image fades and for a few seconds there’s nothing before Indigo Sabine reappears.

“I’m going to try something new. I’ve never done any sort of red hair because I dyed Tristan’s red once and he looked hideous. It doesn’t mesh well with the Wren complexion, but I’m feeling creative and I think this shade might be just the ticket.”

She pulls out a box of chestnut dye and sits it directly in front of the holoprojector. 

When she pulls it away, her hair is an odd shade of red slightly akin to the sky on Atollon.

“That was a very bad mistake.”  She shakes her hair out of the ponytail.

“Unfortunately, I can’t fix it for at least a week, and there’s a big banquet coming up soon.”

A static image displays next. Red brick haired Sabine in a floor length gown unlike anything Ezra had ever seen her wear. 

A meow from Murley alerts him to the fact his jaw is no longer aligned with the rest of his face. He clamps it shut, quickly, biting his lip in the process.

“Lesson learned.” A blissfully dark haired Sabine says. Hair the color of caf dangles past her chin, brushing against her shoulders, a few strands hitting her collarbone. “Worst two weeks of my life so far. I am never dying my hair anything close to red again."

The image shifts to Sabine sitting with a towel wrapped around her hair.

“I wish you were here.” 

Sabine closes her eyes and yawns, leaning her head back against the back of the coach.

“Force, Ezra. I just don’t know what to do without you around sometimes. I don’t see much of Hera or Zeb these days, which doesn’t help. I’m not sure how much longer I can wait.

“I guess I have to, though. I can’t go anywhere or do anything until this dye is done. And there’s still so much to do here on Lothal.”

The hologram pauses and skips forward to Sabine unwrapping her freshly-dyed hair. It’s a damp teal blue fading into white. 

The next image to appear is not Sabine, but Jacen. The little boy’s face takes up the entire span of the hologram, one lock of green hair brushing against the recorder for a moment before Sabine yanks him back. 

“I told you to be careful, Jacen.” She scolds, teasingly, setting him on his lap.

“Do you want to tell your big brother what you did?”

“I helped Aunt ‘Bine dye her hair!” Jacen giggles, hands gathering some of her hair and tossing it in front of the projector. Her brilliant green hair. Then he scampers down to go find Murley.

“Don’t worry. It’s temporary,” Sabine laughs and tosses it around, too. 

Her hair is blonde next - kriff , it looks so weird on her - and then purple again. She doesn’t say anything in these brief clips; Murley’s in the second one, playing with her padawan braid. 

Then a Sabine with a purple and pink gradient comes into view.

“It’s been five years now.” She sighs, and Ezra can practically hear the weight she’s carrying. He has some idea what she was going to say next, from what first Sabine herself and then Hera had told him about what happened. It doesn’t make it any easier. 

“The Empire’s gone. So that’s nice. Well, almost gone. A few stragglers but Hera and Zeb’s recruits will finish them off soon enough. And Jacen, if he has his way.” She smiles, slightly. 

The fond expression quickly disappears and as she turns her head slightly Ezra notices her padawan braid is conspicuously absent. 

“But the Empire struck one last blow. A retaliation against random worlds. Hera says one of the defectors called it Operation Cinder.

“They bombed Mandalore.”

“I haven’t heard anything from Krownest. I’m not sure if that’s good or bad. But still, millions. I wasn’t- I couldn’t save them. My people.”

The transmission cut out and stayed quiet for several seconds. 

Sabine reappears with jet black hair, pinned up in a bun with the Clan Wren clip Ezra found earlier. 

“Krownest’s gone.” She sniffles, wipes her nose on the back of her orange shirt. “Mom. Dad. Tristan.”

“I wish you were here. I don’t know- I don’t know how you did it.”

Seven more hairstyles appear in rapid succession, solid pictures, flicks of hair. Black with pink tips. Black with green tips. Black with blonde tips. Brown, the color of her brother’s hair. Her natural color? Ezra wonders, absently. The same brown, but faded into pale pink. Then a whole head of pink, slightly darker. Pink into orange. 

And then purple faded into white, the reverse of the dye job she’d done after Malachor. The one she’d let him pick, that day she forced him to snap out of his trance with Maul and be himself again, if only for a few hours. It’s braided up into a severe bun, almost like the one Ezra remembers her mother wearing all those ages ago. 

This Sabine sits still in front of the camera for a few seconds, then speaks.

“Ten years.” She said. “What are you like now, Ezra? Have you changed your hair at all? Does the Chimaera have any razors or do you have a scraggly beard?” Ezra scratches his chin, fingers deep in his magnificent beard, and he scoffs slightly at Sabine’s lack of faith in his ability to grow facial hair. 

“I miss you.”

Then she shakes her head, letting it out. Hair spills past her shoulders, past her elbows, almost to her waist. Ezra gasps. Murley opens one eye and looks over at him, annoyed. 

Ezra doesn’t care. 

He’s transfixed, wondering what it would have been like to run his fingers through Sabine's long hair, and how much she’d experimented with that much canvas. 

He doesn’t have to wonder long.

Sabine appears again with hair dyed four different colors: Orange into yellow into pink into purple.

“Pretty cool, huh?” She asks. “I think it’s getting a little too long, though.”

She chops it off, live, on screen. She doesn’t say much - just a bit about how she misses even Chopper but doesn’t get to see any of the old crew often. 

“I miss you the most, though.” She confesses. “Hera told me that maybe recording would help, and I think it has. But I’m ready to start looking for you. Really looking. Not just researching and waiting on Ahsoka or Hera to find a lead.”

She finishes with her hair still well past her shoulders. 

“Not yet, though. I still have a piece of artwork to finish.”

One last Sabine pops up, with freshly dyed purple-pink-orange hair. “Almost done.” She says.

Then a much more familiar Sabine pops up - shortly cropped, dark purple hair. A bit of makeup. And armor. 

“It’s time. Ahsoka found something, just after I finished my mural in Capital City. I can't wait to bring you home."

The holo goes still, fades, and Ezra's sure it's done. 

He bends down to pet Murley and nearly falls over when Sabine's voice came back a solid thirty seconds later.  He scrambles back to his feet, grabbing the counter to pull himself up. He found himself staring right into Holo-Sabine’s eyes.

“If you’re seeing this, I guess I’m not there to hit pause and I owe you an explanation.

“I knew you were counting on me, and I knew you needed to come home. There’s so much in the galaxy you need to catch up on. And you have a little brother to meet.” Sabine smiles, a hint of sorrow lacing her expression.

“But most of all, I needed you. Whatever it took. If I’m not here…I don’t have any regrets. I’m just glad you’re home.”

She pauses a moment, runs a hand through her too-short hair, lets out a shaky breath.

“Ni kar’taylir darasuum, Ezra Bridger.”

Ni kar’taylir darasuum ?

Ezra furrows his brow as he pulls out a datapad and types in the best approximation of Sabine’s words. Murley jumps up and meows, and Ezra pushes him aside gently to reveal the confirmation of the hunch he's had she held him on Peridea like she never wanted to let him go.

“I hold you in my heart forever,” literally.

Or, in plain Galactic Basic, “I love you.”

[ryanmarshallryan]

How to tell your boyfriend you like vore

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So I told my boyfriend that I had an unusual kink, but hadn’t explained it in detail to him yet. I was trying to think of the best way to explain it, so I started writing this story as a potential way to introduce him to it, but ended up making a funny slideshow fit with jokes and memes about it instead… But then he decided to break up with me for unrelated reasons before I could share either the story or slideshow with him… I’m missing him today and decided to finish up this story and share it. I still meant what I said, even if it just ended up being a moment that won’t happen with him again.

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Jason and I had been going out with each other for more than a few months. What had started with an innocent attraction became a regular engagement, with daily chatting online, weekly visits watching movies, eating lots, and cuddling just as much.

I wasn't looking for a committed relationship. The idea of it sounded nice, but based on my previous experiences with men I struggled to believe that a healthy relationship would be viable. But here I was, spending time with a man who wanted me, not only respecting my boundaries but being proactive about them. He never pushed me to do anything I wasn't ready to, or didn't want to do, and always made sure I was comfortable. When I had anxiety he was there to listen when I wanted to talk about it, and patiently waited as I worked through it. He bought me a dozen florist roses simply because "I thought you’d enjoy them," and kept my favorite ice cream, snacks and drinks stocked for whenever I came over. He didn't expect anything of me, but simply cared.

"My friends asked where you were on Saturday," I began telling him as we cuddled, "they expected that I would invite you to their party. I didn't even think to, because I've never really had someone to invite to parties and events. I'm used to being independent, I guess."

"That's all right. As long as you had fun," he replied.

"I did, but I do hope you'll come along to the next one! I'm sorry I didn't think to ask before."

"I'd love to go next time." Jason smiled at me, running his hands through my hair with his left hand and running his thumb along my chest with his other.

"I know we’ve been getting a lot closer, so I want to make sure I am fully open with you. You know I'm pretty vanilla of course, but there is one kink I have that is kind of weird I haven't talked about yet."

"Oh?"

"I'm not sure of the best words to describe it yet. It's pretty easy to misunderstand what it is."

"I won't judge you for it."

"I know you won't, but I still want to explain it well…” I began, “Obviously I love cuddles - "

"Of course"

"And I get turned on when we make out and you pretend to eat my face - "

"What can I say, you have a very eat-able face.”

"And naturally I am a fan of dad bods - "

"My diet of only carbs really comes in handy with that one."

"--- and we share a great love of food."

"Every time we've gotten together that seems to be a major focus of our bonding."

"Well if you put that all together… I get really turned on by a kink that's all about me being very close with a bigger guy who loves to eat food…”

“That just sounds like a normal day”

“Have you heard of vore before?"

"No, what is that?"

"It's the fantasy of being swallowed whole by another guy, or swallowing another guy whole… I'm more the first one though. I just find arousing the idea of someone I care about eating me.”

Jason considered me for a moment, "But it's just a fantasy? It’s not cannibalism?"

"Oh no, though I have had actual cannibals flirt with me, but they are creepy as f***. No, just the fantasy of being swallowed whole is hot to me. I think because it's so vulnerable to be that close with someone; you are literally inside them. I think my brain must have hinged on that intense trust and closeness, and mixed it up with eating food and I developed an interest in vore.”

"This doesn't change how I feel about you," he said, hearing the anxiety in my voice.

"- and it never has to play a part in our relationship. I obviously find you incredibly attractive and love everything we've been doing even if it’s not vore related. I just wanted to let you know since I like to chat with other friends who have the same kink sometimes. It's nice to have other friends who experience the same thing since it can feel crazy at times and I like to feel grounded.”

Jason’s eyes unfocused in thought as he replied, “How would we even put it into a relationship?”

“Oh - well, little jokes about me being good enough to eat, - or maybe food play - eating food off each other maybe, but we don't have to.”

“No, that could be fun”

“Really?”

‘Yeah. I may not be as into it as you, but if it makes you happy I'd be happy to try it. And I do in fact love food whether I eat it off you or not. Hey, it'd give me an excuse to have some dessert. Maybe I'll start with your face,” he said, pulling me in and passionately making out with me. His hands ran up and down my back, and his lips explored my neck and face, lingering on my lips for some time.

“You know what, let's try it,” he pulled back to say.

“Try what?” I asked, getting so caught up in the passion of the moment I forgot what we’d been talking about.

“I've got some Ben and Jerrys in the freezer and some chocolate syrup too. Maybe I'll make a little sundae on you.”

A short while later, following some refrigerator-light kisses, there we were in his bed, on a towel laid out for any melted ice cream mess. He pushed me down, spooned some ice cream onto my belly and chest and began to lick it off slowly. He worked his way up my body, enjoying playing with my nipples, eating the ice cream off of them. After the ice cream was all gone, his lips found mine again and we continued to make out, him crushing me under his weight.

He paused for a moment to nuzzle up to my neck and just lie there for a moment. I slowly kissed his neck and rubbed his back and body. We enjoyed just being with each other. And then he broke the silence.

“Alright then, time for the main course,” he said, climbing off of me and standing on the end of the bed. He picked up my legs and looked me up and down for a moment. He smiled and took a deep breath.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“This - “ he replied shortly. He proceeded to shove my feet into his mouth and swallow hard. He leaned forward and pulled my legs down his throat with unexpected speed. I barely had time to register what was happening when his mouth was already past my crotch. My entire lower body was completely engulfed in his mouth and I could feel the still cool ice cream tickling my feet in his stomach. I had no words, as I was in shock; so horny I don’t think I could have made coherent communication.

He made eye contact for a moment and his eyebrows gave me a look as if to ask for permission to continue. I moaned “Oh my god, you’re so hot - “ and he put his hands under my back and began swallowing my torso. He used his thumbs to rub my nipples momentarily, causing me to tense and shiver in sensual elation. My wriggling body slid further into his throat, feeling his warm body encase me in saliva. I knew his lips so well, but I was experiencing them in a whole new way. I took a deep breath and for the first time, I saw his smile from the other side.

In moments I was completely encased in his stomach and I heard him moaning in delight. There was a large jostling feeling and I knew he had flopped onto the bed.

“Wow, that felt great but took a lot of energy,” he said.

I couldn’t tell if my shivering was due to being hornier than I have ever been in my life, or if his clammy stomach walls were simply jostling me around so much.

“How are you feeling in there? Was it everything you hoped for?” He asked.

After a moment of heavy breathing I replied, “This is the hottest thing to ever happen to me.”

“That felt so good, but I’m so sleepy now…” he said, with heaving breaths in between.

I felt around his belly and curled into a ball to cuddle up to him. The ice cream had mixed with the hot stomach acid and tingled my skin.

“That feels good… so good. Hey, how do I get you out later?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I didn’t think this was actually possible enough to think that far.”

“ - we’ll figure it out later, then,” he said, moving about to get comfortable on the bed.

Stomach acid sloshed around as his belly gurgled. I shut my eyes to avoid the juices stinging them. At the same moment I shut my eyes he gave a great belch and the air around me vanished. His stomach muscles closed in on me and began squeezing more tightly. His belly rumbled ever more fiercely.

I tried to say something, to ask him to swallow more air, but he didn’t seem to hear me. Then I heard snoring. I could feel it too. As if the snoring was happening on top of me. I was torn between enjoying this vore experience, and realizing the scary fact that I was about to be digested by my sleeping boyfriend.

(transition)

I took a deep breath. "Wait a moment, that can't be right…" I thought. How was I freely breathing air? I opened my eyes.

I was staring at Jason's stomach, but not the inside. I wasn't being digested, but must have been asleep in bed with him, his arms tightly embracing me. My face was a little crushed up against his chest as he reflexively hugged me tighter in his sleep.

I must have dreamt up the whole thing. The loud stomach rumbles were actually his methodic snores, or perhaps actual stomach rumbles, but just from the other side. Being squeezed down his throat must have been when he began to hold me tighter, the kneading stomach muscles simply his belly and chest pushing against me as he breathed.

I tried to unpin my arms from my sides to embrace Jason back but couldn't get my arm between his torso and the bed. The sensation must have caused him to stir slightly.

"Huh?" he began, eyes still shut. His arms relaxed a bit and I was able to get into a more comfortable position. I rolled around a bit to be a little spoon, and wrapped my hands around his. He seemed to gain a bit more consciousness and gave the back of my neck a tender kiss before returning to his usual snoring.

It felt nice to be in his arms. It didn't matter whether or not vore was real. What made vore arousing to me was something I had, that was genuine. To be so close with someone I trusted and cared for. To feel wanted by someone, to feel safe with them, to be happy for being a part of their lives, and to have them feel the same… and to be cuddled up with a cute belly, of course…

[jack-kellys]

west end question: i obviously love my brooklyn girls and would die for them all, but is it bad that it’s taken away the sprace dynamic for me? like i’m still 100% on board with a nowhere near canon ship and it shouldn’t affect me they’ve decided to have spot be a girl, but it lowkey has? and i feel kinda guilty about it? idk i love my proshot boys. but i am 100% here for all the uk newsies cast they are amazing and so talented and it’s definitely my favourite production by far!! idk if i’m making sense

ok part of me feels a litle baited actually because like. i feel like... im vocal abt mlm musical sprace not being a big vibe for me in the first place. so im a funny person to ask if you were looking for relief lmao. anyway here's my thesis below.

wait also if ur a white newsie fan a read-thru+rb of this would be much appreciated thank youuu (also yall have been eating up my character analyses anyway sooooo!)

TL;DR THESIS: if you're feeling genuinely let down that your ship did not see the light of day and a black girlsie spot conlon got to instead, then yes, you should reevaluate that.

followers, if you've been with me long enough, you know that i have quite strong opinions about how this show gets treated when it comes to interpretations and fandom/fanon. mostly, this is because i literally work in theater, and it's extremely backwards in my brain personally when shows get treated more like a movie or tv show than a performance piece.

im also one of the only ppl in this fandom that ever seems to dare speak on race (not the damn character smh). and anon, buddy, kiddo, this does have to do with race, gender, and sexuality.

firstly, what i think needs to be understood about newsies, is that it is theater, which means it is meant to be mutable. there is no one way. there should never be one way. it does not exist. secondly, theater does not exist in a fandom vacuum. its live every night, conceptually. theater is a live performance art.

interpretations change- it's the nature of theater. so i think asks like these really do illuminate the difference between fans of the show's content or fans of... i guess the show's culture's content.

this is a culture content ask.

one thing i really, truly, deeply need you all to understand: from an objective, script- and staging-based perspective, proshot sprace does not exist. they do not speak. they barely see each other. race does not even volunteer to go to brooklyn. the ship originates from the 1992 movie, where they do actually interact, which is why the ship has prevailed through the 90s to today. they're from the movie, not the musical.

of course, this doesn't bash the ship- it has history, and naturally fans want to create new history when they get a new source material (the musical). it's true for like every newsie ship lowkey (but also not lowkey because all the manhattan newsies do interact and sprace literally does not but thats a different post!!), which is something i do admire about the fandom- we do a lot of our own legwork here, we invent relationships and backgrounds from one-liners that could be given to tbh any frickin newsie. i respect the 30 years we have invented ships.

however.

when a huge, publicized, consistently sold out production comes along with spot conlon as not only a woman, but a woman of color (specifically black rn!) as the leader of the most feared group on stage, there becomes something much more important than a "sprace dynamic", which does not canonically exist in the musical anyway bro. you can't miss something that isn't there imo. often the story and casting within a story comes first, and goddamn if this isn't one of those times. lillie-pearl's spot brings bravado, swagger, confidence, and intimidation that is literally....fine maybe i'm being personal but it is slash gen incredible to see in technically a period piece! a black woman in leadership with that kind of assuredness! in such a popular musical! how is that not– automatically surpassing an often obsessed-over (yes i am. hinting at something here, straight girl fans) mlm ship?

and while i'm on the topic of the over-obsessiveness of mlm musical sprace, let me talk about uksies sprace. because what's also wack abt this ask is that sprace is not a hopeless case in this production- it literally has about as much 'evidence' as the proshot imo!!!!!

i got to hop over to 2nd row brooklyn seating for act 2 so i saw once and for all really close up, right. there's a moment when race is upstage letting the newsies in/down from the stairs. spot comes down and she does, in fact, share a look with him. race gives spot a nod and she keeps moving.

and like im gonna see the show again (every day i am counting my mf blessings fr), so if i'm wrong or they don't do it every time i'll correct myself, but that's what i saw with my own dang eyes on saturday. they do acknowledge each other in uksies.

and since they do, i really like. i have to ask. what is bothersome/unpopular abt uksies sprace, other than oh idk.... its not white/white mlm with a twink/manly bf trope? why can't race still love who spot is as a character, this strong and fearless ruler of brooklyn, in uksies? because tbh josh's racer...nahhhh because. this is such a side note now but they'd be so good together oh jesus am i gonna ship uk sprace. and it's not like they're 'taking away' from a queer ship because a) you can headcanon spot as a queer girl and race being trans is consistently popular and b) newsies has ten billion gayass ships bro we've been eatin for literal decades.

anon, i'm sure you didn't mean harm by this ask. i'm sure, honestly, that a lot of fans are feeling the same way as you and weren't quite sure how to put it in words. but, i'm also not surprised you sent an ask like this on anonymous specifically.

should you feel guilty about it? i don't think guilt is the right word. but i believe you should think more about how newsies is not.....static. it does not exist in one form, and it never will. if you're feeling genuinely let down that your ship did not see the light of day and a black girlsie spot conlon got to instead, then yes, you should reevaluate that. in theater, you should always question why something impacted you the way it did- a major point of theater is to discuss and think about it when you leave! i know this because ive spent three years literally studying it, to back up my thesis credentials.

thank you for reading this, newsies fandom. i do honestly say all this with love, and i hope it made u think !! ♥️

[odinsblog]

Something I need to get off my chest, for old followers and new:

I do not give a single solitary fuck about communism

If communism blew up and died tomorrow, I would not give one shit about it 🥱

If “communism” is your end all be all about what’s right and what’s wrong in the world, then do us both a favor and block me right now. No hard feelings, okay?

And for anyone wondering: no, I don’t give a shit about capitalism, and definitely not neoliberalism either

Look, sooner or later you have GOT to understand something: some people (neoliberals) get all bent out shape if you aren’t constantly falling over yourself to kiss the ass of whoever the current Democratic president is. That ain’t me. When Biden or Clinton or whoever is wrong, I will hold their feet to the fire and at least try to them accountable (see: Biden Title 42)

And when capitalism fucks up (lol, that’s any day of the week that ends in the letter Y), then I will call that shit out too

Sooner or later, ALL of that shit fucks up. All of it. All of it

None of it is beyond critique

If you think your special little rhubarb (communism, capitalism, religion, libertarianism, etc etc etc) is magically the only one that is perfect and good and right all the time, then you’re just like a little baby who still believes that Santa lives on the North Pole. Please grow tf up

But I am very specifically calling out communism today because several long time mutuals lose their shit whenever I don’t kiss Putin’s ass, or when I don’t blame NATO for Putin invading a sovereign nation that wasn’t attacking Russia, wasn’t in NATO, and wasn’t even applying for membership into NATO when Putin decided to attack them

Is America wrong for all the dirt its done all around the planet? Fuck. yes. Does America bad = Russia good? FUCK NO

Look, everyone has their own personal coda; their guiding principles; their “religion,” their rhubarb. For some, it’s a blind, sycophantic inability to understand or acknowledge that simply being marginally better than Trump doesn’t automatically make centrist Democrats above being held accountable (it’s our job as citizens to always demand better from whoever our elected representatives are—they work for us goddammit)

For other sycophants, it’s a rabid inability to call out capitalism and/or Christianity

And for others still, it’s communism

I guess my problem is, EYE don’t measure how “good” something is by how “communist” it is—I measure it by how much good it does without burying poor people, without harming Black & Brown people, without hurting women (trans or otherwise), without vilifying foreigners, and without burning LGBTQ people (the way Russia and America do)

If you can’t understand that, then your particular brand of blind fanaticism (your rhubarb) is communism, and you are no different from the VBNMW, Blue MAGA sycophants who go completely ape shit whenever you say something even slightly unflattering about politicians who happen to wear the letter “D” behind their name—see where that got us??

You’re no different. You just have a slightly different rhubarb

Communism is NOT my fucking measuring stick. I don’t have communism on the brain, and I sure as fuck don’t have capitalism on the brain either

I love Black people, Brown people , poor people, immigrants, asylum seekers, women, the LGBTQ community, democracy, equality, justice and freedom

And dassit ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I’m on the side of the little guy and the underdog

So anyway, fuck communism, fuck capitalism, fuck “Christianity” and fuck all the other little bullshit unimportant distinctions you far too rigidly use to decide if someone is “good” instead of just looking to see if they’re actually doing good or not

Some of you good little “communists” couldn’t even be bothered to speak up about Brittney Griner because you didn’t want to look bad or say anything bad about Vladimir Putin’s raggedy ass. Lol. You guys suck!

And no, this isn’t me taking a right wing turn like Cenk and TYT (or like Jimmy Dore, or Glenn Greenwald, or any number of the other “previously” progressive media types who are re-aligning themselves with conservatives)

In 2016 I had to break ties with people and bloggers who turned out to be dogged Blue MAGA sycophants, and today I’m fed up with people who can’t go more than two minutes without signaling how “communist” they are 🙄

Sorry, but that shit don’t get my dick hard

(And for added clarity: Republicans and Libertarians, go fuck yourselves with a rusty chainsaw)

If this post makes you mad, then here ya go

</end rant>

[steve0discusses]

S5 Ep 42 Pt 1: It’s All In Your Head

Every week with long covid is like a new batch of symptoms. Last month’s symptom, among other things, was “words no work no good,” and so we just uh...didn’t do an update. I probably needed to chill and nap anyway. Not that I’m fully better yet, today I did laundry and pulled out a blue shirt that I clearly own and bought with my own money--but I have no memory of it. Zilch.

The brain is amazing, that with this brain fog, I can’t remember my blue t-shirt, but I can remember Yugioh. Weird, right? So anyway, thanks for your patience in this weird time of my life, glad to have a blog to write about anime in that is so chill with our very long breaks.

Also, I finally went through my old caps to toss old pictures so that way I can make new stuff, and guess what I just realized?

Kisara is not a dragon!

Seto’s girlfriend isn’t a dragon! She’s just on top of the dragon, I can’t...I just can’t believe this.

Truly a crime that this season, the final ultimate season of Yugioh, is what I’m doing while on Long Covid fruitloops, so I can miss every damn point that this show fires at me. But, at least, I hope it’s funny to read. It is like every single update where I realize I was wrong about the obvious, and don’t worry, it’s gonna happen again in like 4 seconds. My borked brain.

Anyway, Yugi and Co have walked all the way to the palace. Because we’re still on S4 time and space conventions where Death Valley, the Grand Canyon, and San Fransisco are all next to each other. Like Yami fell in the Nile in a fight that was just outside of the city--but I assumed he got pulled way out there. Either way, it’s a kid’s show, never think about geography.

(read more under the cut)

Yugi can conveniently walk through doors now, and after a quick shoutout to his homie Yami, they phase through.

Including Tristan who is...

Well,

APPARENTLY TRISTAN WAS POSSESSED.

Freakin, my brain is a bunch of salad dressing, lmaoooo even last episode I was like “wow Tristan is drawn kinda evil and I don’t really get why” and it was RIGHT THERE. He’s been possessed probably since Bakura grabbed him by the neck right in front of me. I somehow missed this!

And like, I figure, if I try and wait out long covid it may take a whole other year, so like this is just me now. I started this blog as like a competent analysis (ish), and now I get to the end of S5 giving you just an incoherent rorschach. It’s kind of fitting for this show really, everyone has to end up at least a little bit of a mess. Keeps you humble. Even me. I also have to become the mess.

Anyway, speaking of becoming a babbling incoherent mess, we go back to Bakura, who has fully lost his game in Battle Basement of a 7 vs 1 game.

Only in Yugioh would they make a 7 vs 1 game feel evenly sided.

And as I wonder if I’ve already made that joke four months back and have forgotten, they all watch Bakura do a mad dash to screw them over one last time.

And while they stood there and just allowed Bakura to fumble around with the doom rocks made of human souls, from no where, Aknadin stumbles through the door all day drunk like freakin Kramer.

And no, in the show he did not reveal here that he was Seto’s dad, but he does in like 2 minutes so I didn’t really care about where I put it. The big thing is that Aknadin’s gone full-tilt cray and not even he can fully explain his motive anymore.

That’s when they realize Aknadin’s babysitter, Shada, has been punk’d on the bottom of skull tablet basement. Which like, Imagine the day that Shada’s been having. I guess Aknadin just left him at the base of like 10000 human skulls then, hahaha.

I have checked my notes and I decided that 2000 people died in Kul Elna a few months back but eh I don’t feel like changing this cap. Overall, I have no freakin idea how many people lived in this freakin town and they can’t tell us because 4Kids would never allow it.

Which is when Bakura decided to teleport his bean into another bean because this bean is broke.

Which is when we met this guy, a guy we’ve only met for like 4 seconds of the show so far. Hello there, Original Bakura.

Straight up, he wasn’t on screen long enough for me to over-analyze his accent before he was a small mound of dust on the floor.

Ah the death count! Oh damn it, I write these notes on the caps sometimes, expecting I’ll put an actual number there later but lets be real, I just need to publish this episode, so let me open the Google doc...

7,805,847,572

Yeah that’s how many people have died in this kids show so far. We’re right on track. Thanks Bakura, for another death, but no you have not caught up with Dartz. Although I will hand it to him, Dartz didn’t end up killing himself nearly as many times as Bakura has.

Speaking of dying and being dead on a kid’s show, in enters Shada.

So lets go see what Yugi’s up to hm? The four have decided to separate in this Egyptian palace to each find Yami’s name. Mind you...there’s some flaws with this plan.

The flaw being that none of them have graduated high school or know freakin anything about Egypt, other than they hang out with an Ex patriot Egyptian. (2 ex-patriots if you count Yugi’s Grandfather. Although honestly, are you an ex-pat if you are reborn in a kid’s body on the other side of the world? You are, right? You are). But, whether or not Yami can or can’t read Egyptian in Canonical Yugioh, we know that Yugi apparently super can’t when Yami isn’t in his bean.

And Joey just can’t focus for the life of him, which, damn, relatable. But, he did find a room full of women.

He also went to the only room with like lots of water. Real pissed focused mind here, and no the piss plotline will not be resolved.

Tea, still GOAT.

This castle, man. I love the complete disregard for interiors that this animation team has. Like...what even is the purpose of this weird maze room with masssssive stone tiles, Yugioh? Like...what is this even supposed to be? Why are the tiles so SHINY?

Anyway, lets go back to Shada and hear his excuse for what the hell happened last episode.

Which is when Aknadin decided to just start cursing everyone, which he would have done earlier if he wasn’t constantly in a sick bed this season.

This very well might be a yugioh card effect that turns you into a rainbow filter, but it also looks like a complete mess of artistic directions on the screen.

Which like, after that cutesy filter, lets pull our eyes out.

Which is when Yami makes the biggest logical leap known to man.

That’s right! Yami has figured out that this entire time, this entire arc, he’s been sleeping at this RPG table that Bakura’s built in his mom’s basement Yami’s Puzzle Necklace.

In fact, when Yami wakes up to all of this, wearing his normal ass school clothes, and Bakura sitting across from him in his popped collar duster jacket, Bakura says something on the line of “bout time you woke up.”

the fic shippers must have had a FIELD DAY with one.

Anyway, everything is a lie, Bakura is controlling people like puzzle pieces, which not only explains why Aknadin’s motives went a 180, but can lead us to believe that Yami also COULD control everyone else, but just chooses not to. Just like he does in real life.

I think, overall, you just have to go with it. We’re playing D+D, except it’s about your embarrassing past. Like if you made D+D about your middle school experience and you can’t remember your first name.

What a way to die, really. What a weird ass way for Yami to almost die.

Anyway, here’s a link for those new here to read these from the beginning. I have the 2nd part already drafted up, should be up in a few days and not an entire month, haha. Hope your 2023 is looking up!

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

[khaleesiofalicante]

Me: Ok, I have some free time today. I need to be productive. Maybe get those notes I've been procrastinating for weeks...

My brain:

Me:

My brain: or....we could do a moodboard.

Me: no, stfu

My brain: :))))

Anyway, guess who won??🙂

I'm actually really glad I did this lmao. It had been some time since last one and I have so much fun making them🥺 hope you like it!!

💙.

Noah. I- *cries softly*

You know I was like 'oh no after lbaf v I'll probably never write about David again' and when I see reminders like this I realize how much I love writing about him.

LIKE "David is not meant for undercover. He is not a trained field agent. He's too gay for that" IT'S GOLDEN AND ONLY DAVID WOULD SAY SHIT LIKE THIS AND I WILL NEVER STOP WRITING ABOUT THIS BABY BOY AND THAT IS THAT.

This was so so so beautiful and as always - you've put so much thought into this. AND I LOVE THE BORDER. WOW. YOU ARE SO CREATIVE.

The second emoji on the left side inspired by this little scene so I hope you like it. This is for you:

----

Max grabs his badge and puts it in his pocket. 

It’s very shiny. Probably because he cleans it everyday. He’s kinda super fond on it. 

A long time ago, after the whole self-blackmail incident, dad had made a joke about how Max would make a good criminal if he had fewer morals. 

Then bapak had joked about how most criminals would make good cops. 

And then Max had an idea. 

Sure, he never wanted to join Interpol. But then again, he never wanted to move to France either.

But he did in fact do both of those things.

Because sometimes life has a way of giving you the things you didn't know you needed or wanted.

And because he is ridiculously in love. 

It’s not bad. The job. Being a field agent is the fucking best. Not to mention the fact that he gets to flirt with one of his coworkers and not get fired for it. Since said coworker happens to be his boyfriend. 

Max grabs his watch and looks around their bedroom. 

Badge. Watch.

He’s missing something important.

He hears a soft muffled ding from under the blanket and chuckles as he reaches for his phone. There we go.

It’s a text from David. 

“Babe?” Max calls over his shoulder. “Have we really reached that stage where we text each other inside the house?”

David doesn’t respond. 

Maybe he ran out to get breakfast. 

Max opens his texts and stares at the message. 

It’s a simple text. 

Max blinks at it a couple of times. Then a couple of times more. 

David: 💍❓

Max almost drops his phone as he whirls around. David is leaning against the doorframe with a stupid smile on his face. 

Max wants to marry him yesterday. 

“You did not,” Max says in disbelief. 

“I believe I did,” David nods solemnly. 

“David Beauchamp,” Max giggles. “You did not.”

“You are going to reply or just put me on read?” David asks him. 

Max does neither and decides to jump into his boyfriend’s arms. “Not gonna lie. I expected something cheesy and romantic from you.”

“So, you’ve been expecting me to propose then?” David grins. 

“A man can dream, David!” Max huffs. 

David chuckles. Max’s heart softens at the sound. 

“Marry me,” David whispers the words out loud and Max wants to perish. “Marry me and I’ll give you a lifetime of romance.”

“A lifetime?” Max manages to say because he is dizzy with happiness. “So, like this is a forever kind of deal, is it?”

“I’m afraid of so,” David nods. 

“Well,” Max sighs dramatically. “Then I guess I’ll have to say yes.”

“Yes?” David smiles. 

Max smiles with his face. Maybe his heart. “Yes.”

David’s hands find his face and David’s lips finds his own. He kisses Max as he does everything else. With love. 

“God, I want to marry you yesterday,” David groans against his lips. 

Max feels that. So, he pulls back and stares his boyfriend. His fucking fiancé. “How about you marry me today?”

David blinks. “Today?”

“You’re already off today. I bet if I can sprain my leg, I could get the day off today.”

“Max. You can’t sprain your leg every time you want to stay home whenever I’m off work. Our colleagues will start to get suspicious.”

“You’re right,” Max nods. “Let’s sprain my arm this time.”

“Mon ange,” David chuckles and kisses him again. “There is no rush.”

“But I wanna!” Max groans. 

David chuckles. “You wanna?”

Max nods. “I wanna be your husband.”

That last word seems to do the trick. David sighs softly and pulls him closer. “I suppose we could tell them you have fever.”

“I do,” Max nods. “I feel so hot right now.”

David chuckles against his skin. “Are you sure about this?”

“Hell yeah. There is nothing that can change my mind,” Max huffs and then suddenly blinks. “Shit. Wait. My parents. They’ll probably kill us.”

David considers that. He hums. “If we are getting married today, hypothetically, will you wear a suit?”

“I’ll wear whatever the fuck you want me to wear,” Max winks. 

“Then I suppose we’ll have to get married today,” David tells him. 

“What about my parents?” Max asks.

“Meh,” David shrugs. “They hate me already.”

“That is true.”

“I was joking!”

“I was not.”

“Max!”

“You know what?” Max asks. “They’ll probably hate you a little less if you’re related to us. We’re a very forgiving family.”

“Are you?”

“Hm-hm.”

“Alright then,” David reaches into his pocket and takes out a ring with a blue diamond on it. “I guess we’re doing this.”

[michellemisfit]

So I’ve had a pencil piece sketched out for May @shamelesscreatorsnetwork for… well, pretty much the entire month! And every time I decided to work on it I found 200 things that needed to be done first (clean my room, tidy my desk, organise my art materials, sharpen all my pencils, hoover, cook, do laundry…), and whenever I did actually sit down I would get all my pencils ready, all my reference pictures, the sketch… and then I’d look at it for a while, before putting it away again, promising that *tomorrow*. It’s late now, anyway. And the light is fading. And someone is going to interrupt me soon because it’s dinner time, so starting isn’t really worth it… but tomorrow! Tomorrow I will totally work on it.

So I built up this anxiety, over this drawing. The sketch is good! I really really like it. I think y’all will like it. …but what if I screw it up? And also, what do I even want to do with it? Like, full detail pencil? Coloured pencil? Cartoon-y felt tip pen? If I can’t decide then I’m definitely gonna screw it up, right? Right??

So that’s the anxiety spiral that’s been going on in my head over this drawing.

Today started off just like that. I had 3 hours before the next thing on my schedule. And I decided I was going to finally do it! And then I went and had breakfast, cause breakfast is important. And then I tidied away all my other art materials, because our holidays are over soon, and I need to start packing. And I put on laundry. And I folded some clothes.

And then I just refused to continue this… stupid game of chicken I was playing with myself. I took photographs of the sketch as it was, and if I’m gonna fuck it up, then so be it. I can just post the sketch. Or do something digital with it. Or, hell, I can redraw it from the sketch. I can do whatever, because anything is better than what my brain is currently doing to me.

So I put pencil to paper, and I started shading. And you know what? It’s going to be just fine…

Turns out I haven’t forgotten how to use a pencil.

And I want to beat myself up for it because ‘oh my god I could have been done with this weeks ago if I wasn’t being so bloody stupid about it’… but no. I refuse. Shit in my brain went weird. That’s true. And I did always know that I hadn’t actually over night lost the ability to draw. But that doesn’t make the anxiety I was having less real. And acknowledging that is important, because I’m not often good at being kind to myself. I’m trying. Just like with the drawing, it’s one step at a time, right?

I guess I just… wanted to share that.

~~EDIT~~

It is done

[moonlightswritingandstuff]

it was a march we made towards ruin and despair (but we held hands all the while)

Percy has spent years trying to convince himself he's in love with Annabeth. But she has been too - after all, she just asked for a divorce. And Percy accepted.

percabeth divorce fic! this has been sitting in my brain for a while but here it is! i actually wrote 93% of it today in one sitting. the other seven percent was like when i first had the idea three days ago.

anyway.

trigger warning divorce i guess???

read it on ao3!

“Percy,” Annabeth says, late at night, after the kids have gone to sleep.

Percy’s surprised. Annabeth barely talks to him these days. “Yes?”

She sighs, and takes in a deep breath. “I want a divorce.”

Percy’s surprised. But he feels strangely… relieved? “Okay. But what about Andy and Alex?”

“I don’t know. Percy, all I know is this isn’t working for us. We don’t make each other happy. We barely speak!”

Percy sighs. “You’re right.”

“I am?”

There was a time when she would say ‘of course I am’ or ‘I’m always right’. Not for the first time, Percy wondered where those times had gone.

The answer was that they had been lost somewhere between now and then, of course.

“I suppose.”

“You’re not… angry.”

“Did you expect me to be?”

Gods, this is the longest conversation they’ve had in months, maybe years. How did they ever let their relationship become like this?

"A little," Annabeth admits. "We don't really know each other anymore."

"You're right," Percy found himself saying.

"I wish I wasn't."

«»

"The war's over!" Annabeth shouts. "We can do anything!"

Percy laughs. "We can. What's first on the schedule?"

"Let's try to finish senior year with no more complications, huh?"

"You know I can't promise that, Annabeth."

"Well, we'll just have to come as close as we can."

Percy grins at Annabeth, and she grins back.

"I love you," he says.

"I love you too."

Maybe if he keeps saying it, 'I love you' will stop feeling like a lie.

But that doesn't matter, because someone remarks on them being a perfect couple and Percy's smile seems a little more forced, a little more fake. He reaches for Annabeth's hand anyways.

He loves Annabeth. He does.

(And he ignores the part of him that wants to say that's a lie; he wants to stop drowning in guilt every time he says he loves Annabeth)

«»

It's most difficult to tell Andy and Alex.

Andy, full name Agnodice Chase, named after a famous doctor who stopped the killing of educated women in Athens, is a daughter of Apollo. Percy and Annabeth adopted her after Leo had told them Apollo had a daughter whose mother was unstable, and she needed a home.

Alex, full name Alexander Chase, isn't named after anybody in particular. Percy was a little worried about bad luck, because anyone named after Alexander the Great might be destined to die young and glorious, but Grover laughed at him for that because 'names don't dictate fate' and Percy had to believe him.

Alex's a son of Demeter anyways.

It's decided that Percy will be the one to tell them. He drives to their middle school and asks about their day before breaking the news.

"Your mum and I are getting a divorce."

"A divorce?" Andy asks right away. "Why?"

Percy sighs. "I don't know if you two have noticed it, but your mum and I don't talk anymore unless it's about you two or finances or travel."

"Don't you love each other?" Alex asks.

"Not anymore, I don't think."

Percy ignores the part of him that says they never did. He also ignores the part of him that wants to protest at being so frank with his children. They deserve the truth.

"Oh," Andy says.

The drive is scarily silent the rest of the ride back.

«»

"You're one of the first people to never let me go," Annabeth concludes, smiling in her beautiful wedding dress. "I love you, Percy Jackson, and I want you to know that for the rest of our lives."

People make little awws and Percy's pretty sure Thalia, who is Annabeth's maid of honour, is crying.

But it's his turn to say his vows.

"Annabeth Chase, you've been beside me since I was twelve. No matter what happened, I knew I could rely on you. No matter where we are, no matter whatever circumstance, I know you'll be there. You're my best friend, and the love of my life. I am so happy to be marrying you."

<s>Percy ignores the guilt settling in on those lies.</s>

He keeps his eyes trained on Annabeth. This is his future. It has to be.

They love each other. They do. They have to.

«»

"What about custody?" Annabeth asks.

"Switch every week?"

Annabeth nods. "What if you're off on one of your shipwreck-finding trips?"

"We could probably figure it out. Maybe I can take them on breaks to see the wrecks, and you can see them during the school year, or..."

"Maybe I should keep them during the school year," Annnabeth suggests. "And you can see them all the time during the school year when you come back. Otherwise, breaks can be more like switch every week or something?"

"We can figure it out," Percy says.

"For the kids?"

"For the kids."

"And lodging?"  

"You keep the house," Percy says. "Your architectural job needs that anyways, and if you're going to have the kids most of the time..."

Annabeth nods. "And you?'

"Maybe an apartment? Big enough that I can keep Andy and Alex if they want to stay over, but I don't want anything too big, especially if I'm not going to be there most of the time."

Annabeth nods. "What about medical care or tuition? I'm thinking on me. My job covers medical. We can split the extra medical costs along with the tuition."

Percy nods, then freezes. "How are we going to tell everybody?"

Annabeth's eyes grow wide. "Oh, no."

She takes a deep breath. "Let's plan it out. I'll tell Piper and Thalia, and Leo. After that-"

"Leo will tell Hazel and Frank, but I want to tell them first."

Annabeth nods. "And Grover?"

"I'll do it. Reyna?"

"I'll tell Reyna."

"I'll tell all my cousins, actually."

"Anyone else?"

"Rachel?"

"You do it. You're closer to her. I'll tell Clarisse and anyone else who comes up."

"And they gossip."

"Yeah, they do."

"What about Sally and Paul and Estelle?"  

"Oh. Oh."

Sally loves Annabeth, Percy knows. She was so happy during the wedding. Because her son was getting married to someone who might as well have been her daughter. Not in a weird way, of course.

Percy makes a decision. "I'll tell her and Paul. I'll tell Estelle on Saturday when I call her next. Can we wait to tell everyone else after I tell them?"  

Annabeth nods.

And it's the end of the conversation. It was long, longer than the other one. It's funny, Percy thinks distantly, how they're only talking because they're planning on not.

It'll be a change, but it feels like a step towards a fresh breath of air.

«»

"Love you," Annabeth says quietly.

"Love you too," Percy whispers back.

It's a lie, but it's a lie Percy's been telling for years. If he closes his eyes and doesn't think about it too much, it's almost true.

«»

Percy visits Sally a day later. Paul's out, because although Paul is great and wonderful for Sally, Gabe still hangs over like a weed, and Percy will never be quite able to tell Paul everything.

"Percy!" Sally exclaims like usual, before looking around. "Where's Annabeth and Andy and Alex?"

"About that," he says.

Sally looks at him, before clocking in his emotional state. "Come in."

Less than a minute later, Sally and Percy are sitting on their old couch, across from each other like they used to.

Percy takes a deep breath. "Annabeth and I are getting a divorce."

He looks down, expecting her to be angry. Why would she not be?

"Okay," Sally says. "And Andy and Alex?"

"They'll stay with Annabeth during the school year."

Sally nods. "You're figuring it out?"

"Yeah."

"We're not angry, you know," Sally says, reaching forward to hold Percy's hand. "If you two feel like a divorce is the healthiest action for your relationship and Alex and Andy, then we're glad you're getting one."

Percy nods. "Can I tell you something?"

"You can tell me everything."

"I don't think I ever loved Annabeth."

Sally moves forward to hug Percy. "And why's that?"

"I don't know. I just keep thinking about how I've never been comfortable saying that, and although we were great friends, we weren't good as... as romantic partners."

Sally smiles, he can hear it in her voice. "Sometimes these things are hard to tell. But I'm glad you're getting a divorce now rather than never."

Percy lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Okay."

«»

"Wow, you love each other a lot," Rachel says over the phone, upbeat and friendly.

"Yeah. We do," Percy says, swallowing back the hurt from that statement.

"I'm happy for you," Rachel says. "How's married life going?"

"Great."

Rachel looks like she's about to question that before changing her mind. "Can I tell you a story of the stupidest thing I've ever done in art class?"

Percy grins. "Can't wait to hear about your embarrassing escapades."

«»

Estelle and Percy call ever Saturday at three o'clock pm.

"Percy!" she almost yells into his ear. "What's up with you?"

"Hate to put a damper... but Annabeth and I are getting a divorce."

"Oh," she seems surprised. After all, Annabeth and Percy have been together for longer than Estelle's been alive. She's never known a Percy that doesn't come with Annabeth.

Most people don't.

"Did anything happen?" Estelle asks.

"No," Percy says. "Annabeth came to the realization that she no longer loves me, and I realized that I don't love her either. We're not... there's not anything big, Estelle."

"You just fell out of love," she surmises.

"Yeah. Don't worry, we're still communicating and you'll still get to see Alex and Andy."

"Obviously."

"But enough about me. How's university?"

«»

"Yeah, so Lester has a daughter," Leo says. "Apparently she's in the foster care system now."

Annabeth looks at him, and Percy nods.

"We can take care of her," Annabeth says. "It'll be nice to have a child."

Leo smiles. "I'll tell Lester. Her name's Agnodice, Andy for short, and, well, I'm glad that she can get a home with loving parents like you two in it. Some stability and two parents who love each other might to wonders for her."

"Yeah," Percy says listlessly. Two parents who love each other.

«»

"Annabeth and I are getting a divorce," Percy says for what seems to be the seventeenth time.

Hazel and Frank were both surprised, like really surprised, but ultimately supportive, and Hazel told him that he could always stay with her in New Rome just in case.

Nico was surprised, but he didn't seem to find it so sudden like everyone else. Maybe he can tell dying love. If they even loved each other at all.

And now Grover. He's the scariest to tell, honestly.

"Okay," he says. "I'm a little surprised, I have to say. But if that's the right decision, then it's the right decision."

Percy smiles.

"You can always count on me, okay? Plus, what kind of best friend would I be if I didn't support you through this?"

"A bad one?"

"Exactly."

«»

"Mummy! Daddy!" Andy yells.

"Yes, Andy?" Percy says.

"I want a baby brother," she says, assertive of her own ideas.

"Really," Annabeth says.

"Yes. A baby brother."

"We'll see about that."

«»

Annabeth and Percy are officially divorced a few weeks later, in the middle of summer when both Alex and Andy are at camp.

"Happy divorce," she says to him in a dry tone.

"Happy divorce," he replies, and he breaths in a fresh breath of air like no other.

«»

Three Years Later

"Percy?" a familiar voice asks. He hasn't heard it in person for a few years now.

"Annabeth."

"It's nice to see you again," Annabeth says. "Actually, I'll admit, I kind of missed you."

"Really?"

"But from before we were dating. You know, being best friends?"

Percy smiles. "Yeah. Want to give friendship another shot?"

"Yeah. By the way, I don't think I told you, but I'm a lesbian, apparently."

Percy laughs.

"Sorry?"

"No, I mean, I figured out I'm aromantic a year ago."

Annabeth stares at him for a few moments before bursting out laughing. "Comphet."

"Comphet," Percy agrees. It feels good to laugh with Annabeth again. Maybe they can resurrect their friendship after all.

"Anyway," he changes the subject, "dating anyone?"

Annabeth blushes immediately. "Yeah, this woman I met. She's mortal, but she's like Rachel."

Percy nods. "And, as I'm sure you're guessing, I'm not dating anyone."

"Wow, we really did fake-it-until-we-break-it with the romance thing, didn't we?"

"We totally did. But for one, I'm glad we're here. And, well, we got Andy and Alex out of it, so it couldn't've been that terrible."

Annabeth laughs. "You know, it's funny that all we needed to slot right back into friendship was divorcing."

"I guess so, huh?"

[woundedheartwithin]

Officer Majima ch 2

Kiryu/Majima | Yakuza Kiwami

M (will probably be E at some point)

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The next time he’s stopped by Officer Majima, Kiryu actually is armed, and he’s nervous about what the older man is going to do when he finds the knife in his waistband.

He’d pulled if off a guy who had been trying to use it on him, and since it had been a switchblade, he’d just closed it and stuffed it in his waistband instead of tossing it aside for someone else to pick up, and then promptly forgotten about it. And he could try to toss it now, but he knows Majima is far from stupid, so he just grits his teeth and hopes Shimano’s Mad Dog doesn’t feel like being quite so thorough today.

He must be in an exceptionally good mood, because he grins and bullies Kiryu around, grabbing his collar and hauling him this way and that until he finds a suitable wall to press him against, his own body pressing up against Kiryu’s in turn.

“I’m gonna find somethin’ today, Kiryu-chan. I can smell it.” He purrs, pushing his nose into Kiryu’s hair and inhaling deeply. “Wonder what it’s gonna be. A bat? A knife? Ooh, maybe it’s a gun!”

“Any reason you’ve got me against a wall, nii-san?” Kiryu grunts, gritting his teeth when Majima grabs his hips, his hand landing right next to the switchblade, and pulls him back.

“Hands on the wall an’ spread yer legs.” Majima growls in lieu of answering, and Kiryu huffs and does as he’s told. “Yer startin’ to bore me with this unarmed shit, Kiryu-chan.” He comments lightly as he pats Kiryu’s shoulders and arms and sides.

“You could always stop.” Kiryu hedges, and Majima snorts, his body pressing against Kiryu’s back again as his arms wrap around him, his hands wandering almost directionless over his chest and belly, down to his waistband. Kiryu holds his breath as the older man checks literally everywhere except behind his belt buckle where the knife is tucked away. He continues down Kiryu’s legs and checks his socks, then stands and sighs.

“Looks like yer clean, again.” He says, sounding annoyed, and then he’s against Kiryu’s back again, looping his arms around his waist and resting his chin on his shoulder. “I have needs, Kiryu-chan, an’ one of ‘em is hittin’ ya as hard as I can with a baseball bat.”

“That’s not a very healthy need, nii-san.” Kiryu says, feeling giddy with relief that he’d somehow just gotten away with having a weapon on him. Majima chuckles and reaches up to pat his chest gently.

“Maybe so, but I can’t bash yer brains in unless yer armed. Wouldn’t be fair.” He continues, turning his head and nipping the shell of Kiryu’s ear. “Might hafta start expandin’ my search.”

“To what?” Kiryu asks, and Majima chuckles again.

“Dunno. Ain’t decided yet.” He replies, pressing his face into Kiryu’s neck and sighing again. “Then again, maybe I don’t have to.”

“Why not?”

And then Majima pulls back, seizing Kiryu’s hips and flipping him around, his body colliding with Kiryu’s and pressing him hard into the wall. He grins, his face so close that Kiryu can feel his breath on his chin, and he feels the older man’s hands land on his chest and smooth over his shirt, one slipping between them, heading right for his belt buckle. Kiryu’s breath catches, and Majima’s grin widens viciously, and then he moans as he slides his fingers into Kiryu’s waistband.

“Is that a knife in yer pants, or are ya just happy to see me?” He gasps, then pulls up the switchblade, waving it in Kiryu’s face. “Oops, just a knife.” Kiryu rolls his eyes and huffs, and Majima chuckles. “What, ya thought I missed this? Saw it when ya walked by. Ya did a shit job a’ hidin’ it.” He pauses, stepping back and flipping the blade open. “Now whatcha doin’ with this pig sticker, huh, Kiryu-chan? Don’t ya know this is a violation of yer parole?”

“I’m guessing this is the part where you try to bash my brains in?” Kiryu asks, tensing all over, and Majima cackles.

“Try?” He says, grinning so wide he damn near shows all his teeth. “So confident!”

“Get on with it then, nii-san. I have somewhere I need to be.” Kiryu growls, putting up his hands. Majima pouts.

“Somewhere more important than here with lil ol’ me? Kiryu-chan, how couldja be so cruel?” He wails, then lifts the bat Kiryu hadn’t even seen him retrieve and slings it across his shoulders. “Fine. If that’s the way yer gonna be, then I guess I have no choice.”

“Get on with it already!” Kiryu snaps, and Majima grins widely.

“Alright then, Kiryu-chan!” He howls, lifting the bat, and Kiryu braces for the blow that’s sure to come.

[tofueggnoodles]

They’re Back! Araiso Private High School Student Council Executive Committee Vol. 2 Scene 7: Extra

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Summary: Osamu talked Ryuunosuke and Shuuji out of quitting school.

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Shuuji (shudders): Brrr... it’s cold here on the rooftop!

Ryuunosuke: Is it? The fresh cool air is just what I need after the hard work today.

Shuuji: Ah...! It was really hard work. Those seniors of ours don’t go easy on us.

Ryuunosuke: Even after the play was over, we had to spend four hours dismantling the stage and tidying up the place. The day had turned to night by the time we were done.

Shuuji: Really, we’ve not even been officially appointed as members of the Executive Committee. And yet, before we know it, we’re being treated as actual committee members.

Ryuunosuke: Well, life’s far from dull when you’re constantly running around on one errand or another.

Shuuji: That might be true, but– ah!

(The door opens and closes.)

Ryuunosuke: Yo, Prince Osamu!

Osamu: Are you asking for a punch to the face? Here, have a can of coffee. (throws a can each to Ryuunosuke and Shuuji)

Ryuunosuke: Thanks.

Shuuji: Ouch!

Osamu: By the way, what do you two intend to do regarding that matter?

Ryuunosuke: Hah?

Osamu: I’m talking about the makeup exam for students with insufficient school attendance. Are you going to take it or not?

Shuuji: Ah.

Osamu: You’re planning to quit school and join the yakuza with the help of Ryuunosuke’s uncle if you fail to advance to the next grade, aren’t you?

Ryuunosuke: That’s because it’s pointless to continue attending school if we have to repeat a year.

Shuuji: I know, right?

Osamu: I believe that as long as you take the makeup exam, you’ll stand a fair chance of advancing to the next grade.

Shuuji: You said it yourself. It’s just a ‘fair chance.’ We’re not like you. Regardless of what others say about you, you’re doing well enough with your studies to rank at the top of the class.

Osamu: I don’t particularly care about that. If the two of you decide to quit school, I intend to do likewise and follow you.

Ryuunosuke: Do you?

Osamu: It won’t be fun remaining in school just by myself without the two of you around.

Shuuji: Are you fine with that?

Osamu: I’m confident that wherever I go, I’ll be able to lead a good life as long as I find something worth doing,

Ryuunosuke: You’ve surprisingly adapted well to your new role in the Executive Committee too.

Osamu: Never mind me. How about you guys?

Shuuji: How about us what?

Tokito (shouting from somewhere out of sight): Hey!

Shuuji: Hah?

Tokito: Hey, the three of you over there!

Shuuji and Ryuunosuke: Huh?

Osamu: He’s in the courtyard below.

Ryuunosuke: Toki-yan-senpai and Kubo-chan-senpai? They’re waving merrily at us.

Osamu: Now that you mention it, there was some talk just now about building a campfire from the dismantled stage props.

Shuuji: Eh? In this damn cold weather?

Kubota: It’s precisely because it’s cold that we’re building a campfire.

Osamu: He sure has sharp ears.

Kubota: Look! We’re going to roast some potatoes!

Ryuunosuke (snorts): Really. They never miss an opportunity to have a good time, that bunch.

Osamu: So, what are you two going to do?

Shuuji: Hah?

Osamu: About the makeup exam.

Ryuunosuke (sighs): There’s no going against you. I guess I’ll try taking it for now.

Shuuji: It’s a bother, but I’ll do that too.

Osamu: If so, I’ll give you two a bit of help. A two-week intensive course of supplementary lessons on each of the three subjects: English, math and Japanese.

Shuuji: That’s more than a ‘bit of help’!

Tokito: Hey! Come down already!

Shuuji: We heard you, senpai!

Ryuunosuke: Let’s go, Shuuji, Chamu.

Osamu: I told you to stop calling me that.

Shuuji: Prince Osamu is so cool!

Ryuunosuke: Hear, hear!

Osamu: Are your brains still at the kindergarten level? In that case, we should begin the supplementary lessons as of today.

Ryuunosuke and Shuuji: Eh?

Shuuji: As of today...?

Ryuunosuke: Seriously?

(Sound of the door being opened and closed)

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(Round brackets): actions and sound effects. [Square brackets]: translator’s notes or clarifications. Suggestions for improvements and corrections are more than welcome.