#Pandora is disappointed with Diana

[nelkcats]

Amity's hero

Don't let Amity Parkers lose their hero or you will face the consequences; even good intentions can become unforgivable

The Justice League didn't speak directly to the G.I.W, they didn't quite take their word for it but reports of ghost attacks and property damage caught their attention, the call log with the multiple Amity Park appearances being the most ignored of the list practically marked as spam broke their hearts.

So they arrived as a team, yelling about getting rid of the ghosts, certain that their presence would only cause long-term damage, Phantom immediately showed up, questioning what was wrong; they simply ignored him and began to recite that he and his kind should return to his place of origin (because these ghosts must have a place far from earth, right? They had read something about them living in another dimension), ignoring all Phantom's pleas by simply listening

Unlike a few years ago, Amity Park was not under attack, it had a direct truce with Infinite Realms in which the ghosts were on their best behavior, playing with humans, protecting them from unknown entities (because this was their Amity, they were territorial), keeping at bay the animal ghosts that came out of natural portals, and turning from villains to heroes, being led by his King Phantom, the one who started it all.

The ghosts were happy with the arrangement and with being able to visit human world; Klemper, Lunch Box and Youngblood made a lot of new friends, Ember had concerts, Johnny and Kitty formed their own biker gang, Spectra was the psychologist she'd tried to be at first, Walker kept everyone in line, even ghosts who straight up preferred the realms visited from time to time: Pandora, Frostbite, Ghost Writer, etc. Even Nocturn tried to give everyone good dreams.

But the heroes didn't care, they considered everyone as "threats" and threatened them, Phantom, completely tired of being ignored looked towards his city and gave them a sad smile, you couldn't reason with those who didn't want to listen to you "If we do that Amity could be in danger" he tried one last time, the league didn't know how to deal with liminals.

"We'll protect them, you're just invaders making them sick in the end" Green Lantern snorted, as if it was the obvious solution "So get out and leave these people alone"

"Fine, but when you see how badly you end up handling everything, call us" Danny was tired, he could reason with his own parents and not with all these "heroes", he supposed it was better to teach them the consequences. He tossed a Fentonphone at them, hoping they'd do the right thing.

Flash felt uncomfortable when he saw the ghost children approaching the humans, were they attacking them? He was about to interfere when he saw the human children approach the ghosts to hug them and cry together; he reasoned that made sense, sure the kids didn't know their friends were dangerous, but something inside of him wasn't satisfied with that answer.

Then Danny just whistled, attracting the attention of the ghosts in the city "Well, you heard them, go back to the realms" complaints could be heard, both from the ghost and the human sides. But for now, the halfa had some kind of plan in mind.

Wonder Woman felt especially uncomfortable when she saw Pandora walk past Phantom, giving her a disappointed look, Batman told her that surely she wasn't her friend, and that if she was she wouldn't be the same person, but she wasn't so sure about that.

The ghosts withdrew from Amity then, going through the portal that the Phantom himself had opened in the center of the city, each one of Justice League members could feel the hateful looks pointing directly at them "It's for the best", Batman informed them "we'll assign you heroes that monitor that they do not return"

"NO" that seemed to be what broke the silence "We don't want any more heroes, Phantom is our hero" and with that said, a girl of about 8 years old hugged the halfa's leg, crying uncontrollably "Please don't go"

The League was about to interfere when Phantom reached down, picking up the girl "I don't want to leave Stacy" he whispered stroking her back lovingly, hoping she would stop crying "But the guys over there say I'm a danger to you and you know I want to keep you safe" he kissed the girl's head, handing her over to her parents "I love you Amity Park, thank you for loving me back" he told the population affectionately, before going through the portal.

The League just looked uncomfortably, once there were no more ghosts they informed the city that they would send heroes regularly for protection and monitoring the situation but the city inhabitants just scoffed.

"You don't get it" Dash spoke, completely furious "Phantom is to Amity what Batman is to Gotham" he frowned "And rest assured that this city will protect him from you, we don't care if you told him to leave, we'll bring him back, you're way over your head on this" he continued "Of course, you don't understand because you're the hero in this scenario, and you don't know what a city feels when you take away their hero"

The Justice League only watched as the townspeople turned their backs on them, but they reasoned again that it was for the best, eventually the townspeople would understand.

A few days passed and Amity declared itself isolated from the League, every time they tried to send a hero they rejected, over and over again; dozens of different heroes couldn't get past the limits because they were shot, taunted, or simply knocked unconscious before entering. Superman was starting to regret destroying Phantom's phone but they had to know how it worked, at the end it was a regular phone with weird aesthetic.

The only "hero" who managed to cross the limits was Red Hood, who at the end of the day became a messenger "You don't understand B, that city is out for blood" Jason tried to reason with Bruce "They're furious, I swear I saw a 6-year-old boy practicing archery and the target had your head placed in the center" it was not normal for Jason to worry, Bruce was a hero, but for the same reason he did not know what it felt like when you lost one. Amity had basically been building her own army within the barriers, they even offered him refuge away from heroes "You must talk to them."

"Mhm" Batman hummed, pulling out his comlink to schedule a meeting, he'd thought of calling one anyway, he'd had sightings of what looked like animal ghosts all over Gotham but they were basically invincible, he wondered if it was Phantom's revenge.

"Just give them back their hero Batman" was what the commissioner Gordon told him when he asked for an opinion on how to deal with the reaction of the city "They're right, you don't know what it feels like"

Of course, Batman couldn't be wrong, so he guessed Gordon's comment was due more to his weariness. Upon arrival he noticed everyone completely dejected, basically stating animal ghosts and ¿drops? through all their cities. They couldn't fight any of them so they decided to go back to Amity, they figured if they had fought these things for years they must have knowledge.

Upon reaching the city, although they were allowed to pass, they were greeted with mockery, half the population carried one weapon or another, the League was tense "Having problems so soon?" Paulina looked at her neon green nails, she was sure she could cut a man with them "You should have accepted Phantom's help, you know"

"Phantom was a threat invading your city" Batman growled "we saw the reports, his continued presence caused medical changes in all of you that you won't even let us see"

"Make no mistake" Mikey interrupted him "Amity was always an access point to the Zone, we were contaminated long before you existed" and of course they would not trust this heroes with their liminal status, Frostbite was already helping them before all the mess and they did not need to add human doctors with no knowledge.

"Then what do you suggest? We let the ghosts come back and destroy the whole city?" Hal scoffed, completely incredulous of how they were being treated, from the first second they refused to give any useful information.

"It's funny that you think we can't defend ourselves" Paulina rolled her eyes "you all could be beaten by Mikey, and is Mikey, no offense" she shot a look at the boy next to her.

"None taken" Mikey shrugged, it wasn't the first time.

"The thing is, we're just used to it; we like to be protected and not have to protect ourselves, it may sound cowardly of us but we're civilians" Kwan spoke "we're not defenseless, but we prefer not taking action, our hero made sure of it so we don't like to take cards in the whole self-sacrifice thing"

"Phantom is a danger" Superman tried to stand his ground.

"For us?" Star sneered "Or for you?"

"Besides, if you think we don't move out of the city for aesthetics, you're wrong, we just like to feel safe" Dash yawned, bored with the conversation "Phantom and the other ghosts are territorial, it's kind of nice, no threat gets past that sign, rates of crime? Zero, very difficult to want to kill or assault someone if they can come back as a ghost to kill you I guess"

"But the reports" Flash was worried about the indifference.

"The reports from 5 years ago? Before we had the truce that you guys ruined?" Star sneered "I'll call Sam or Tucker and bring Phantom back, we'll start the truce again, get out of Amity"

"You can't do that." Superman crossed his arms, trying to remain threatening as Hal muttered in a panic about breaking peace treaties and the Oa wanting his head.

"Oh, but we can" Paulina approached Superman, running her hand over his arm "and we'll do it" slowly, she placed her fingernail on his suit, cutting the material and drawing blood from the hero, who immediately moved away at the threat.

"Get the hell out of Amity and don't come back" Dash rolled his eyes, stroking a ghost snake, the heroes tensing more at their newest enemy.

"It was you?" growled Batman; recognizing the snake as one of the many haunting Gotham.

"Not exactly, the veil ruptures always existed" Kwan said, stroking the head of a ghost wolf "We only tame them, or send them back to the Realms, if there were veil ruptures it's not our problem" he looked towards the League "If any of them escaped because we weren't watching and they followed your scent it's not our fault either"

"And can you tell us um, how to deal with them, or tame them?" Flash tried.

"No, since you are sooo good at gathering information I'm sure you will come up with something" With that said, Dash motioned for the snake to lead the heroes away and before they knew it they were all thrown away from the city.

[corvidserpens]

Danny Phantom x Dc crossover …

Where the Justice league enter amity park for any reason ( for example government list phantom a threat, they discovered all the declined help request from amity, etc). But in the end due to Batman or some other Justice league viewing phantom as dangerous they act on it leading to a confrontation with not only all of amity park (even Vlad) who didn’t want the heros that never came to help them but also with phantom who summons from the infinite realms there dead parents or those close to them who have passed. Like Superman would get his parents plus maybe some extra kyrptonians, Diana would get Pandora, and Batman would get his parents.

Extra: All the dead parents especially Batman’s parents when Batman views and acts like phantom is a threat is just the parent equivalent of ‘im not mad I’m just disappointed in you’ look/conversation.

For comedic value the batfam is also there watching batman be berated by his dead parents (Jason is rolling with laughter at Martha Wayne just grilling Bruce/ Martha meets the batfam and goes awww grand-babies)

[thesweetpianowritingdownmylife]

update on the shelf of shame

I had a New Year’s resolution of reading 50 books in a year... But I’ve done it in half a year!

1.       Electric Dreams – Phillip K. Dick

2.       Dark Alchemy: Magical Tales from Masters of Modern Fantasy – (several authors)

3.     Los diarios del diablo – M.J. Weeks

4.     La porta dels tres panys – Sònia Fernández-Vidal

5.     Nausicää 1 – Hayao Miyazaki

6.     Nausicää 2 – Hayao Miyazaki

7.     Nausicää 3 – Hayao Miyazaki

8.     Nausicää 4 – Hayao Miyazaki

9.     Jessica Jones: Alias – Brian Michael Bendis

10.   Pecado – Laura Restrepo

11.   Uncle Scrooge & Donald Duck – Don Rosa

12.   A lion among men – Gregory Maguire

13.   Pare de rates – Joan Barceló i Cullerés

14.   The Handmaid’s Tale – Margaret Atwood

15.   Más allá del planeta silencioso – C.S. Lewis

16.   My solo exchange diary – Nagata Kabi

17.   Claudine – Riyoko Ikeda

18.   Wuthering Heights – Emily Brontë

19.   La Belle Sauvage – Phillip Pullman

20.   Grimm Tales – Phillip Pullman

21.   Positively Queer – Auraboo

22.   Viidakon Tuliainen – R.L. Stine

23.   Left hand of darkness – Ursula Le Guin

24.   Orange is the new black – Piper Kerman

25.   Orlando – Virginia Wolf

26.   Los ojos del dragón – Stephen King

27.   Teoria King Kong – Virginie Despentes

28.   Big Mushy Happy Lump – Sarah Andersen

29.   Chewie and the Porgs – Kevin Shinick/Fiona Hsieh

30.   Cris & Cris – Maria Felicitas Jaime

31.   El bosque profundo – Sofia Rhei

32.   Nueve cuentos malvados – Margaret Atwood

33.   The scarecrow and his servant – Phillip Pullman

34.   Los escarabajos vuelan al atardecer – Maria Gripe

35.   Ewald Tragy i altres textos de joventut – Rainer Maria Rilke

36.   Un pavo rosa – Diana Gutiérrez

37.   El príncep i el captaire – Mark Twain

38.   The Ghost Prison – Joseph Delaney

39.   Little Women – Louisa May Alcott

40.   Heidegger i un hipopòtam travessen les portes del cel – Daniel Klein / Thomas Cathcart

41.   Nälkäpeli – Suzanne Collins

42.   Else & Barbulette – Susana Arrabal

43.   A feast of sorrows – Angela Slatter

44.   Pandora – Anne Rice

45.   La expedición – Stephen King

46.   El misterio del cuarto amarillo – Gaston Leroux

47.   Moss Dash – Apila Pepita

48.   The bride was a boy – Chii

49.   10 Dances – Inouesatoh

50.   Hän on kannoillasi – R.L. Stine

Some were borrowed, but most were from my Shelf Of Shame (that is still...very full bc I keep buying books or taking them from bookcrossing spots at the library).

Some of them (like the Stephen King ones) had been there since I was 14yo. Others (like 4, 13, 40, and 46) had been gifts from relatives who only knew I liked to read and had no idea of which genre.

I’m not gonna comment on the classics in here, I liked some and some I didn’t, and I’m not willing to disclose which ones. Probably 23 was my favourite of this group though.

The Finnish titles I had already read in either English or Spanish, and re-read them in Finnish to practice the language. 21 and 47 are by independent Finnish artists/authors and in English, they have queer themes and are cool.

I liked most of the mangas (5,6,7,8,16,17,48,49) and some of the comics (28,29).

Was a bit disappointed with the Phillip Pullman books that weren’t n.19, but mostly bc I expected something different when I bought them.

Special mentions:  

A feast of Sorrows, I found second hand for free and it was really, really good, and up my alley in what I’m interested right now: new fairy tales, with women protagonists, and just damn thrilling.

Nueve cuentos malvados, surprised me because the protagonists of the tales were elderly people, an age group that I’ve barely read about, and it was an interesting persepective.

El bosque profundo is a collection of microtales and it was!!! so!!! good!!! Sadly it’s in Spanish and hasn’t been translated yet. I’m half-way through another book of the same author and I’m liking it a lot.

 Most of the books I have left now are very thick, so I won’t be able to read them as quickly, but maybe I could try to aim for 25 more books before the end of the year? But it’s a soft objective because I have already read so much. I’m currently re-reading Good Omens (which doesn’t count) and I have like, three more books started, the rest of the Hunger Games in Finnish, etc.

[immortalarchives]

2. MR HOLLYWOOD

THE LINE TO CHECK INTO OUR HOTEL looked extremely long which seemed absolutely ridiculous to me. It was a rather large hotel but it still seemed absurd that it could hold that many people in line plus the people already staying. The wait, though, went fast. It felt like a blur, almost. Like one second we were at the end of the line and the next we were getting settled in our hotel rooms. (Yes, three rooms one for our grandparents, one for our parents and one for us, now having to share with Pandora and Elizzy).

"Anyone want tea?" Pandora offered the second we entered our hotel room.

It was just the six of us. The siblings. Pandora. Elizzy.

"Is this your way of fulfilling your british stereotype?" Nikko asked the rather harsh question but in a lighthearted tone. Regardless, I still shot him a dirty look which he shot one back without hesitation.

Pandora ignored our exchange as she sat her luggage down. " You could say that. Also, simply trying to give thanks for allowing us to stay with you for a couple nights."

Maya was still eyeing the pair with suspicion but didn't say anything, although I could tell she wanted to.

"What tea do we have?" Chloe inquired to be nice.

She began to head over to the little coffee/tea set up that was complimentary from the hotel but was interrupted by Pandora. "No, my dear, I brought tea."

"Ah. 'Course you did," I blurted, sounding much more harsh than I intended to. Pandora didn't flinch though.

"But I have Earl Grey, orange, peppermint, Chai, ginger, green and vanilla," she responded, pulling out the boxes from her bag as if she was fucking Mary Poppins.

"Do you just carry tea everywhere?" Maya asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Hm. I was going across the world to bloody America. I might as well bring my tea," she declared. "Now what will everyone have."

We all passed with the exception of Chloe and Elizzy which seemed to leave Pandora rather disappointed in not being able to flex her skills in tea making. But anyways, nothing happened much else that day. The whole group got together in one room to have dinner together, the adults conversating with Pandora with no problem at all while the four of us stayed rather wary of her.

She was, however, still a stranger with the chance of being a serial killer.

The next morning, I wake up before everyone with the exception of Pandora who was up making tea. I contemplated going back to sleep or waking one of my siblings up to avoid having to endure an awkward conversation with this girl. But before I had the chance to do so, Pandora asked, "Would you like some tea, Kacey?" Without even glancing at me and saying my name with an edge that I didn't like.

It was confirmed then and there, that she had eyes on the back of her head. Or more realistically that I had been rustling too loudly, letting her know I was awake. Damn her.

"I'm going to have to pass on that offer," I replied, assuming she was putting poision into the tea.

"Your loss," Pandora declared with quite the disappointed shrug of her shoulder. She really wanted to show off her tea-making skills for some fucking reason.

I was rather tired so I decided it was an excellent time to put on my detective's hat and ask Pandora questions to determine who the actual hell she was. Because yes, I'm as good as Sherlock Holmes, himself.

"So... how did you and Elizzy meet?" I asked, trying to sound completely intrested while my voice was painfully groggy from sleep.

Pandora turned a bit to pour sugar into a cup of tea, allowing me to see her lips quirk up at the question. In the way that an adult's mouth would when a child asking a rather naive or adorable question. She really was testing me, wasn't she.

"Ah," she finally exclaimed. "Yes. We met in London, you see. I was orphaned and I knew her through a family friend so I decided to contact her. To my surprise and delight, she was in fact in London at the time, not too far from where I was living. I met up with her and we had quite a lovely discussion on whether or not she should adopt me. She doesn't have much going for her except waitressing at some sad little town near Los Angeles. Her modeling and singing career have unfortunately not been successful so she thought she could handle adopting a child. You know, to keep herself from being bored. And luckily, I not only fend for myself, she doesn't have to make her own coffee or tea in the morning."

I looked at her, not really knowing what to say, unfortunately not having a witty saying on hand. So she decided to take that to her advantage by turning to me with this smug-looking smile, holding her tea cup elegantly with one hand. That action, of course, only made me dislike her even more.

"I know you don't like me and whether or not your reason is justifiable for that, I don't care. I just want you to know that I don't intend to hurt you. Ever. I would never do such a thing. When I say I know your mother, I really do," she declared and took a sip from her tea before glancing at me through her glasses.

I think I disliked her even more after hearing that. I was definitly a year or more older than her and she was regarding me like I was a baby. I wished my siblings would wake up- or at least Elizzy- because I had enough of this dumb one to one talk with Pandora.

"Ah," I responded then tucked myself back in bed, deciding it would be better to pretend sleep. "Yes. Through a family friend."

I knew she looked at me like I was dumb or like an enfant but I didn't care. She was using some technique on me to get under my skin. I wondered why but I also did not want to be around her much longer to find out.

We all decided to be the tourists we were and headed down to the pool, later that very day. It was rather large, made up of four different pools and swarming with tipsy adults. Chloe, of course, was busy complaining about how disgusting it all was via FaceTime the whole way down. I was surprised when no one told her to shut up, especially mom.

Once down there, we headed towards the lazy river since there were less people there than other pools. Still, there had to be at least a hundred people making their way through it.

We rented a few inner tubes that were set at an unreasonable fee and got in with the exception of our grandparents and parents.

The six remaining of us were rather split up. Elizzy and Pandora sat on two inner tubes close to one another (A note: Elizzy was looking close to perfection with her glamorous sunglasses and brightly colored cocktail in hand). My siblings and I decided to race since there was not much to do. However, the race automatically just turned into a rivalry between Nikko and I once Chloe and Maya got bored.

We were shouting insults at each other and splashing and pushing each other out of the way to get ahead. I can't imagine all the glares we must've earned from those drunk, probably stoned people. We were 16 but we insisted that we acted like annoying eight-year-olds. Don't blame you if you don't like us.

"All right! All right!" I eventually said, not realizing how out of breath I was. "Time out!"

Nikko gave me a disgusted look and kept swimming forward. "No way!"

I gave him a look. "Nikko. I need to take a piss and unless you want me to pee all over you in this pool –"

"Ew gross, just go," Nico declared, wrinkling his nose in pure disgust.

I gave him a satisfied grin and in return, he flips me off. We love a functional wholesome sibling relationship, don't we?

So I got out of the pool and headed towards where this big sign said 'Restrooms'. I was halfway there when quite literally somebody bumped into me, nearly causing me to fall. I managed to steady myself but the other person's sunglasses flew off their head and skittered to the ground.

Almost like a reflex I bent down to grab the sunglasses before the owner did and said, "Sorry." Then thought I had no reason to be. I didn't bump into them.

But as I handed back the Ray Bans, I realized who I was looking at looked quite familiar. And then it clicked.

"Hey – Are you... Owen Greene?" I asked.

To this, he snatched the sunglasses out of my hands and quite aggressively shoved them on. Owen Greene was a famous child star in Hollywood when he was about five or six. His fame kind of died not too long after. But even as a post-puberty 16-year-old boy, standing in front of me, I had difficulty understanding why Hollywood didn't want to cast them. It's gross saying this because there is more to people than their physical attributes, but he was pretty attractive and looked to fit play a dashing Prince in one of those fantasy movies I don't care much for.

But standing in front of me, he gave me a once over work like he was scanning me. I frowned at that.

"What?"

He barely moved.

"No cameras. No autograph. No story" he snapped. "Do you work for a magazine or a media outlet of any form?"

I blinked in shock both at his harsh tone and the words he was spitting at me. "Not that I know of."

"How about a crazy obnoxious fan?" He ordered even further.

"A fan? You were popular about 10 years ago and at the time, I was much more into Dora," I replied.

My comment made him laugh at first but almost immediately he stopped himself. That was enough to make me laugh.

"Is everything all right?" I asked him, not used to so much paranoia.

"I've just –" he started then stopped himself. "You've got no idea how lucky you are."

I snorted at that. He was a gorgeous Hollywood star who may not be as famous as he once was but was probably a millionaire. His whole life was basically granted to him on a silver platter. "Really? How so?"

Owen made a face. Like he scrunched up into a crumpled jumble as he thought up a response to that. Then he hesitated.

"Because you're normal. I doubt you've ever had to run away from stupid people who only use you to get money," he sputtered out with disdain – not towards me but most likely, Hollywood.

I didn't blame him. From what I've heard in the past, fame sounds pretty shitty. Stories like Princess Diana's have always caused me to steer clear from the spotlight and aspire for a less popular domain.

"At least you're rich," I pointed out.

"Fine. You win on that," he said with a sigh. "But it's not like I touch most of the money I've earned."

"So you're a Hollywood runaway, huh?" I asked and began to eye what he probably thought was a disguise to hide from whatever it was he was running from.

I will say, it was a pretty bad disguise. I mean he did still look like Prince Charming even if he was trying to go for an ugly, tourist hobo look. His fair fell to his shoulders, he wore a hideous Hawaiian shirt and swim trunks and God, even worse- a bucket hat.

"Yes," he said then his eyes noticeably widened from behind his sunglasses. "But I swear to God, if you send me back to Hollywood, that wretched place, I will ruin your fam-"

"No you won't," I interrupted with an amused smile.

He then pouted like an oversized baby. "I can and I will."

"Ah, I see," I said then held out my pinky. "I pinky promise I won't tell anybody about this."

He looked down at my pinky like I was crazy. "What- are you like eight?"

I laughed at that. Jesus Christ, he had a stick up his ass but for some reason, I found him so much easier to talk to, compared to most people. It was jus easy to sass him despite all of the glares he gave.

"'Course I am, Greene," I declared then with a sigh, he wrapped his pinky around mine.

Then we stood there for a rather awkward moment not saying anything. I was someone who had pretty shit social anxiety so of course, this awkward silence was nothing new to me at all. Then, God bless him, Owen broke the silence "What now?"

"I suggest changing your disguise," I blurted, not really mean it.

He glared at me. "What? What's wrong with it?"

I couldn't help but giggle at him and held my hand up to cover my mouth.

"What!?" He demanded.

"You just-  you just look like a hobo tourist. Or tourist hobo... It's just not-" and the look he gave me, only made me laugh even more.

"Fine! Then what do you suggest my disguise should be!" He said with the anger forced into his voice.

I looked him over once again and just cringed at it, allowing myself to express it for you know, emphasis.

"First of all, cut your hair. It's terrible. And maybe not dress like... Like you're a fucking homeless man whose trying to sightsee and fit in," I teased further.

He rolled his eyes then grabbed a hold of my wrist for a moment as if a motion to get me to walk with him. I panicked a bit at first but he was gentle and let go of me, almost instantaneously

"Where we going?" I asked him.

"Getting my haircut and a change of clothes, apparently," he grumped.

I crossed my arms. "And what? You need me to supervise you?"

He gave me another lovely pissed off glance – he was extremely good at those, I recalled.

"Yes because you apparently know how to give me a better disguise," he snapped.

I had my phone on me – if things went wrong, I could easily consult my family. I also thought it was about time Kacey Maxwell had a chance to run off with a boy. Even though, I had no feelings for him whatsoever, of course, I just enjoyed the excitement of it all. So I let him take me inside the hotel where he moped into the hotels very own salon. (It's Vegas, of course they had a hair salon) while he forced me to be his shopping servant, handing me 100 bucks for me to buy him something.

About 15 minutes in and I was looking for shirts for Owen Greene, himself, I got a call from Chloe.

"Hey? Everything all right?" She asked when I picked up. "You've been gone for a bit."

Okay. How the hell do you explain to your sister that you decided to give a former Hollywood star a makeover? I wrinkled my nose.

"Yeah. Just headed back to the room-  forgot sunscreen," I explained on the spot.

Quite honestly, I think she would've believed me more if I just had straight up told her I had runoff with Owen Greene.

"You... Went back to the room... All by yourself... In a hotel... infested with crazed, probably drunk gamblers... With a chance there's rapists around-"

"You would go to the room without a problem," I defended, not wondering whether that would be true or not.

"I most certainly would have a problem with it. And I'm less anxious than you are."

I rolled my eyes at that and picked out a shirt on a rack that I thought would look nicely on Owen.

"I'm more independent," I pointed out. "I know how to handle things on my own more than you."

She sighed dramatically and I could just picture her sunbathing, sprawled on one of those hotel chairs. Jesus Christ, Chloe Maxwell was the most extra person I had ever met.

"Fine. If that's where you say you are, I guess I must believe it," she declared. "Just call me if you accidentally run into a rapist."

I picked out a pair of shorts, hoping it would look fine on Owen (I wasn't an expert in men's fashion, unfortunately) and headed to the cashier to pay.

"Will do," I promised Chloe. "Look, gotta go. Be out soon."

Before she could respond, I hung up on her then headed to the cashier. I paid for everything with Owen's money then left the shop to meet up with Owen. The salon was only a short walk from the store and I decided to wait outside for them.

Slumped on the bench, wearing my swimsuit cover-up and flip-flops I played candy crush because I swear to God, I had the mental age of both a seven-year-old and 82-year-old.

About four rounds later, Owen walked out, looking around, probably for me. With a sigh, I got up and handed him the bag of clothes.

"How do I look?" He asked.

I looked him over with an unamused glance. "Less like a hobo tourist."

"That's a huge improvement," he declared, then allowed himself to chuckle. "Wanna go back to the pool?"

The second he suggested it, I began to turn my way towards the exit to the pool. He followed suit, still wearing his ugly Hawaiian shirt and put his disgusting bucket hat back on over his hair.

"How long are you going to be here in Vegas?" he asked.

"Unfortunately, a week."

"Unfortunately?"

"Yes, unfortunately. This place is full of gross ass, drunk, kinky people," I replied.

"Oh," he said. "I like Vegas."

I smirked and quirked an eyebrow at that. "Really? Are you gross and kinky, yourself?"

He shot me a dirty look (a glance, not anything sexual, Jesus Christ). "Shut up, er... wait, I don't even know your name."

He was probably used to that. People knowing his name and him knowing nobody's.

"Kacey," I replied.

"Kacey," he repeated it. "I like that. It's pretty."

I wrinkled my nose. "Don't you dare start with that shit."

He chuckled then rubbed the back of his neck, awkwardly. Fuck, I also hated this. "Can I... can I hang out with you today?"

The way he asked it was almost childish. As if he was some insecure asking an older kid to hang out. I let out a sigh.

"Yes but I would like you to know I'm traveling with my siblings- two of which I like, one of whom I hate- my parents and my grandparents," I warned him. "Let's hope they won't mind me bringing them a fucking runaway Hollywood Star."

[theaceofgays]

Misdirections

Fandom: Little Witch Academia | Pairing: DianAkko / DiAkko

Word Count: 1,446 | Read Time: ~ 6 minutes

A continuation of Misconceptions

It was a kiss like Akko had never experienced before, but mainly because Akko had never been kissed before. It was warm, wet, soft, savory, dream-like. Maybe because it was a dream? At the time it didn’t matter to her, all that mattered was the fact that Diana’s lips were pressed into hers with such gentle passion, that all Akko could do was close her eyes and hum with pleasure as her spine buckled into the wall. It felt so real, she was sure it was, but the moment her eyes opened, all she could see was the top bunk looming overhead along with the faint edges of dust particles as they waltzed in morning sun. It was Saturday.

Akko had been having dreams much like this one for the past week or so, at least since the party incident, and there was no real way to release the tension swelling in her chest, leadening her heart with the weight of uncertainty. As Akko pondered, the rest of the room’s inhabitants began to stir, and with them came other thoughts about whether or not Akko could tell either of them about the dreams or would have to keep them to herself. She realized Sucy would probably tear into any new teasing material she could get, and thus decided against it, at least for the time being. “Good Morning, Akko~” Lotte’s sudden voice would’ve startled Akko more than it did if it weren’t so soft and lyrical.

“Good Morning, Lotte,” she replied, sitting up and noticing Sucy had yet to open her eyes. Part of her wanted to shake her companion, but Akko knew the fear of Sleeping Witch Sickness had long since passed. “What’s on today’s agenda again?” Akko yawned, reaching up to rub the sleep out of her eyes. “Shopping,” Lotte replied. “Sucy wanted to gather supplies for an experiment, I needed to pick up an item at the Cafe and--” “I need a new outfit!~” Akko cut in, eyes glistening with enthusiasm. “Sounds like a plan.” This was just what she needed to distract her from her overwhelming infatuation with Diana.

“This is the third store we’ve been to,” Barbara whined, slouching in disappointment.

“We haven’t even made it down the block yet,” Hannah insisted, trying to encourage her friend to keep moving. “Besides. You and I have plenty of outfits, but Diana hasn’t found one to her liking yet.” “You’re right,” Barbara chimed in agreement before glancing at the blonde in front of them and straightening her spine. “What is it you’re looking for, Diana?”

“Yeah, Diana, we can totally help you find it if you give us a hint,” Hannah added, grinning along side her friend.

‘Something that doesn’t remind me of Akko,’ Diana thought, but bit her tongue before she could say it aloud. If either of them knew that she had any interest in the commoner witch, there would be chaos, and if she wanted chaos she would’ve plucked the golden apple a long time ago, or sought out Pandora’s box. Perhaps the real chaos was festering inside her heart like an angry hornets’ nest, emotions ricocheting off chasms of her heart’s chambers, never finding a true pace or a place to settle. “I’ll know when I see it, Girls, you needn’t worry.”

They should’ve been worrying a long time ago when Diana first met the reckless, childish, Chariot Wannabe. They should’ve worried when Diana marched out of the greenhouse after confessing the revitalization of the Memorial tree to not be her own doing. They should’ve worried when Diana disappeared for minutes on end during the race just to find Akko and bring her to safety. They should’ve worried when Diana worried about Akko’s future at Luna Nova. But as enthusiastic as they were to be Diana’s friends, they were just as oblivious to her own desires as Diana was- or- had been before the night of the party. 

Diana entered the next store they came to without much thought, and went immediately to the back, towards dresses that were more suited to her individual style. She shifted through a-lines, bodycons, tents, empires, halters, jumpers, wraps, poufs, all until she found a nice navy blue sheath she liked. It had a creamy silk band wrapped around the waist and tied in a neat bow. She knew it was just what she wanted. She turned to Hannah and Barbara with a proud smile, as they gave Diana an arrangement of compliments on her find. “You should- like- totally try it on~” Barbara sang.

“We should all totally try on dresses together!” Hannah added, just as enthused.

“Might as well,” Diana sighed. She did not want to be left alone with her thoughts, even for a moment.

“I’ll be just a minute,” Akko had ensured Sucy and Lotte as they stood outside the shop. “You guys can go pick up Lotte’s order and be back here to pick me up, no need to worry!” Except there was always need to worry.

Akko stood in the changing stall for quite some time, examining herself in the mirror. She’d picked a black and white horizontal stripped a-line dress and tossed a red blazer over it to complete the look. “Maybe with a belt?” She asked no one in particular, and fumbled through the random accessories she’d compiled before finding a nice, woven black and white belt to bring the look together. She pulled out her small ponytail and readjusted to move her entire head of hair, aside from her bangs, back and into a much longer, looser pony tail. She heard the shuffling of feet outside the changing stall and quickly poked her head out. “Lotte? Sucy?” Neither guess was close.

Akko had caught glimpse of Diana examining herself in one of the full-body mirrors just outside the stalls, the kind that came in threes and made for less effort in regards to seeing one’s self from multiple angles. “D-Diana...” the name somewhat falling out of her mouth like a limp tongue as she gawked at the sight of the other student. The dress she was sporting was absolutely stunning.

“Akko?” Diana turned to meet the other girl’s gaze, raising a brow. Neither of them could take their attention off their own flushed cheeks to notice the other’s genuinely equal embarrassment. “What are you doing here?” Diana added, trying to keep her composure.

“Oh y’know, shopping...” Akko scratched the back of her head, which felt weird without her usual, tighter ponytail. “W-what are you doing here?”

“The same,” Diana said, not really contributing much else to the conversation as the two stood in awkward silence before she finally broke it to add a compliment. “You look... nice...”

“O-oh...” Akko’s blush rose. “You look great too--” What was she doing? Why was she standing there like an idiot? She should get the hell out of there before things got more weird and awkward. “I-I should go...”

Before Diana could make another comment, Akko dived back into her stall and removed clothes faster than humanly possible. She was quick to revert back into her uniform without so much as struggling to tie her bow or fiddling with buttons. She’d dashed out of the shop without returning her items, and certainly without checking to see if Diana was still standing there- she wasn’t, thankfully. If Akko had been any more in a rush, she would’ve ran smack into Sucy and Lotte on their way to get her. “Are you okay, Akko?” Lotte asked, a worried frown on her face as she placed a hand on the hyperactive girl’s shoulder. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I-it’s nothing, Lotte. Thank you,” Akko said, trying to shrug it off with nervous laughter.

“Did you find everything you wanted?” Sucy asked, un-phased by Akko’s mild panic.

“Oh, m-more or less...”

Diana sat in the stall long after she’d finished getting dressed. She’d heard Akko rush out, and tugged her find closer to her chest. Perhaps it wasn’t meant to be after all. She stood up and moved the curtain aside, quickly placing the dress on the return rack before standing in wait. Hannah and Barbara emerged shortly after in matching outfits, posing before the mirror together and giggling at how well they complimented each other.

“Don’t we look grand, Diana?” Hannah asked.

“Fit for a Gallery, Diana?” Barbara added.

“You both look lovely, Girls,” Diana replied absently, and at that moment the duo snapped out of their glamorous thoughts to focus on their team mate.

“Where’s your dress?” Barbara frowned.

“You were so excited to put it on,” Hannah added.

“I...” Diana sighed, turning away. “It just didn’t fit.”

(Next Chapter)

[bubble-astronaut-of-cape-celest]

Sleepy Hollow

I was a huge fan of this show until the writers killed off Abbie Mills. I am with everyone on that it was a disappointing choice, but here me out for a second. I just watched the two new episodes of season 4, I thought they were good episodes (nothing mind-blowing, just aight). If the writers really wanted to within this season or two and with a lot of work from FOX and cooperation of the writers there could exist the possibility of bring back our leftenant (this is of course only possible by persuading Nicole Beharie to come back to the show).  I just think it is possible because we see Abbie go into Pandora’s box and Molly stated  in the second episode that she stopped talking because she felt as if someone was over stepping her shadow. We can always say that Pandora was lying about Abbie being authentically dead. It could just be that Abbie’s soul was released because of the absence of her body. If there were a way to bring back her physical form than there could be a way to take the witness responsibility from Molly who is said to be too young. This doesn’t mean that they have to get rid of the characters of Diana and Molly but just liberate them from their supernatural responsibilities.  I know that there were problems between actors and writers/FOX but I still have hope that Abbie will comes back. The chemistry between Ichabod and Abbie was perfect and Jenny is now all alone.  I’M JUST LOOKING FOR A LIGHT IN THE DARK. ......... :’(

[refugiogoodson-blog]

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