#UGHH I LOVE HANDS SO MUCH ITS NOT FUNNY ANYMORE

[intotheelliwoods]

my only weakness: hands

[fluffymcu]

Hi this is quite quite unhelpful but I'm dying for some Tony x teen reader. Maybe with the reader being a mentee or something. I can't think of a exact scenario but the people in this community have started to severely neglect poor Tony 🥺🤣

It’s not unhelpful at all! I love Tony! And I completely agree there’s not enough Tony content anymore 😔😔😢

I’m a bit rusty but let’s give this a go!

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Tony was like a dad to you. After spending 2 years helping him at the compound after school and meeting all the avengers on the way, they became like your second family.

Your situation at home wasn’t exactly ideal. You never really went deep into that but let’s just say you enjoyed spending your time out of the house. So naturally you always looked forward to heading over to the compound to help Tony.

As the months went by, your relationship with Tony grew into a father-daughterly bond. And if course, Peter was like a brother to you, since you’d known each other since 4th grade.

You were currently on your break right now. Tony was in a meeting with the team so you had a couple of hours to yourself. You were scrolling on your phone while the tv played in the background. You had made yourself comfortable on the couch, bundled up in blankets.

You were the type of person to get pretty bored easily. Peter was out doing his evening swing around the city so it wasn’t long before you fell asleep, bathing in the warmth of your fuzzy blanket.

You don’t know how long you had slept but apparently you slept until the meeting had ended because you woke up to light chatter and a whiny Bucky.

“Ughh, Tonyy, get your kid off the couch, she’s been here ages. I wanna sit down.” He whined, softly kicking the foot of the couch to wake you up. You stirred softly and turned your body to snuggle the backrest. “Hey. Get up. Come on.” He said with an unimpressed face.

You groaned in annoyance and shrugged a shoulder at him. “Bug off. I’m sleeping.” Bucky rolled his eyes.

“I’ll sit on you.”

You turned and opened an eye to peek at him. “Don’t. You’re like 300 pounds.”

“Well, get up! There’s no space for anyone else. And for your information, I’m 225.” He deadpanned, beginning to poke at your belly until you’d move.

“Hehey!” You flinched harshly, letting out strangled squeaks since you realized you were pretty tucked in your blanket.

“Aww, you made yourself a little burrito and not you can’t get out; how fun.” Bucky teased with an un(apologetic smile, continuing to poke your belly.

“Aaah! Stop! Ihihit tihihickles!“ You laughed, wriggling in the blanket like a worm. “Gaaah! Buckyhyhy!”

“Tony come onnn, your kid’s being stubborn. She won’t get off the couch.” Bucky yelled, smirking at your giggles and poking at your sides, alternating spots to keep you guessing. You were still half asleep, making you laugh harder than you should be at the tickles, snorting and squealing every time bucky would poke you.

A moment later, Tony strolled in and took in the scene. “Kid, come on, Bucky likes his couch time. And plus, your break is over; back to work. Let’s go.” He said, waiting for you at the end of the couch.

Bucky still wasn’t letting up, but neither were you.

“Noho! You had a 3 hour long meeting and ended it right when I took a nap. Now you gotta wait on me until I finish.” You giggled, turning on your belly, hoping that would stop Bucky’s attack.

Tony raised an eyebrow at your smart reply and looked at Bucky. “Did you hear what I just did?” He asked.

“If I say yes, will you help get her of the couch?” Bucky asked. Tony sniffed and wordlessly walked over to your “sleeping” form and looked at you for a moment.

“Well, kid, if you wanna play it that way, I guess I can indulge in this little challenge you’ve gotten yourself into..” he shrugged, sitting and straddling your back, making you stiff up.

“H-hey, what are you doing?” You asked, wiggling a bit to try to get out. You should have tried to get out of the burrito when you had the chance!

“What do you mean?” He asked, digging his fingers on each of your sides, scratching at your ribs making you scream and flop around as much as you could. “I’m getting you off the couch.”

“Nohoho!! Tohohony plehehease!” You cried, pulling at your arms to get free but the more you tried, the more energy was zapped out of you. You couldn’t even kick your feet out since they were tucked in too!

“Gonna have to get rid of this…” Tony started, ripping the blanket off and technically freeing you, but quickly targeting under your arms. “Theeere we go, now we’re talkin.” He smirked.

You were screaming and kicking, finally able to turn around under him to fight him off. However you were already too weak to fight him with your whole strength, so he was easily able to keep the upper hand. “Well that was a mistake.” He shrugged, clawing his fingers and vibrating them into the middle of your belly. You arched your back with a scream and grabbed onto his hand in hopes of tearing it away.

“STOHOHOP TOHOHONY!!” You laughed, letting out tired giggles. “BUHUCKY HEHEHELP ME!!“

Bucky laughed loudly. “Are you kidding me? After you so politely told me to bug off and continue to hog the couch? Haha- you’re funny.” He chuckled, shaking his head. Tony chuckled along with him and lifted up your shirt. “Oh, what do we have here, Ms. Y/n?” He hummed, digging a finger into your belly button, making you arch your back with a high pitched squeal. “I see… an adorable little belly that’s hungry for raspberries.” He teased, scratching at your belly button relentlessly.

“PLEHEHEhehease dohohohont.” You laughed, throwing your head back in defeat. “I’ll get uhuhup! I prohohomise!”

“A bit too late for promises, hun.” He quipped, leaning his head down to blow a long raspberry on your belly, shaking his head into it to make it that much worse.

The scream you let out was surely heard throughout the compound and you pushed at his head with all the strength you had left. “DAHAHAHAD!” You instantly gasped as you realized what you slipped out and felt your face heat up hotter than and oven. “WAHAHAIT!”

Bucky gasped a bit and Tony was surprised by the word but didn’t relent in his attack. Bucky was grinning widely and Tony poured his lips to tease you. “Awww that’s too cute. You called me dad.” He teased, digging his fingers back into your ribs, giving them a few shakes to make you squeal.

“NOHOHO I DIDNT, STOHOHOP!” You we’re so embarrassed and upset with yourself. How could you let that slip out?

“Aww, I’m pretty sure you did. I heard it. Did you, Buck?” Tony teased, looking up at Bucky.

“Definitely heard it.”

“Yup! 2 against 1, y/n/n. You definitely said it.” He smirked, blowing a raspberry in the crook of your neck while squeezing at your sides. Your saliva caught in your throat with a squeal and you began coughing. Tony quickly let up and helped you sit upright. “Wooah, you okay? Don’t wanna kill you now. You alright?” He asked, rubbing and patting your back as you coughed a few more times.

You nodded shyly with a frown on your face. Tony noticed and his smile dropped a little. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

Bucky took this as a cue to give you both some time, so he walked out the living room with a smirk on his face. He’d get his time on the couch later.

You sighed and shook your head. “I didn’t mean to call you dad. I just- I don’t really know why I did. I’m sorry. If you want me to stop coming to help for a while I understand.” You shrugged lightly. Tony furrowed his eyebrows and and placed his hand on your shoulder.

“Woah woah woah, what are you talking about? Why would I want you to stop coming over? You’re family, y/n!” He exclaimed, taken aback by your reaction. “I mean that. I know your situation at home isn’t good. And I also know what we mean to you. But now its time for you to know what you mean to us. And I’m sorry it wasn’t made clear before. But you’re literal family to us, y/n/n. We love you. You know how many times Peter has called me dad before? Now, are we related by blood? No. But he is literally the son I never had. He’s my kid. And so are you! Not one person on this team is related to anyone else here by blood… but we’re as close to a family as anyone can be. And don’t ever think for a second that you’re not part of it. You don’t have to be embarrassed that you called me dad. I actually found it quite endearing! And I’m glad that you see me in that way, cause I see you as my daughter too.” He smiled, kissing your forehead gently with much love.

You had tears in your eyes threatening to fall. Your own parents had never said something so heart-touching like this to you. You felt your heart burst with love and you instantly threw yourself into Tony’s arms in a tight hug. He quickly returned the gesture and held you tight. “Thanks, Dad.” You grinned, hugging his impossibly tighter.

Tony smiled and ran his hand up and down your back, his heart warming at your new name for him. “Of course, honey.”

Blood don’t mean a thing.

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Ooof I’m really rustyyyy but hopefully y’all enjoyed 😂💙

[arambleaway]

Lets pretend the lack of Phoenix backstory isn't a logical mechanical choice and instead treat it as a facet of the character because I think it has interesting implications. I saw a post that I can't find because I'm an idiot that mentioned how odd it really was in a story context that we never hear or see anything about his family and given my personal bias I have some thoughts. So. Treating it as a story feature. Lets begin.

I am extrapolating my ideas from a couple places. The first being that 1) Phoenix never really mentions his family so something happened to cause them to no longer be a part of each others' lives. 2) There is a seeming lack of grief and no mention even while on trial for murder in college. 3) Phoenix does not, to my eye, appear to hold the hallmarks of people growing up in an abusive household. But 4) He latches who he is onto other people with worrying intensity.

I'm merging these facts with my own belief that Phoenix is trans (disprove me I dare you) and my own observations as to what Phoenix is like as a parent. Also the fact that his name is Phoenix. Because honestly. So anyway. My conclusions are thus:

Phoenix is trans, but he didn't pick his name. He was named Phoenix at birth by his exceedingly law-hating hippie parents, which seems to be a popular idea from my narrow exposure. My view is that he was one of those kids that was like 7 and just knew. (Bastards. I love them but ugh. I wish) So Phoenix's parents being the amazingly supportive people they were, immediately swapped pronouns and even relocated him to another school so that he could have a fresh start without having to deal with a bunch of questions. The absolute bastard of a teacher nearly wrecks that (diatribe for another post) but Miles and Larry are enough to make them keep Phoenix in place because of how much the two mean to him.

Huh, guess this means Larry and Miles don't know about the trans thing. And even though they like Miles for hanging with Phoenix they aren't thrilled about Miles's hyperfixation. I bet it would be like when you go to a friends house they try to feed you except whenever Miles is over its like "try art!" or "have you ever thought of opening a business?" You could probably have some funny shenanigans as Miles, Larry, and Phoenix try to follow these kinds of suggestions in the most... them way possible.

So Phoenix's parents are super supportive throughout his childhood even reaching out to get him Miles's address though they aren't thrilled about Miles's Dad's job. Probably part of why Phoenix didn't know anything about Miles vanishing is that his parents didn't exactly care enough to ask.

A note though before moving into the reasons for the rift, are that while Phoenix's parents were super supportive, it was in a very hands off way. I'll get back to this.

So college comes around and Phoenix wants to take some law classes. Which his parent just are not thrilled or happy about. To the point where its like: fine, but we aren't going to pay for them. And then Phoenix sees Miles in the Paper and they are just... appalled. They refuse to pay for anymore of Phoenix's college and spend a rather taxing weekend trying to convince him to go back into art and trying to tell Phoenix that swapping majors for a man is ridiculous and law is nothing for a good sort like him. Oh. hehe, just had the thought that this is when Phoenix first watches Legally Blonde and it does the exact opposite of what his parents were hoping.

So they are arguing and by the end of the weekend they, honestly rather cordially, tell Phoenix that he is their son and they love him but cannot condone his choice. And he can take what he likes from his things in the house. They'll keep it all for him so that he can have it there when he comes to his senses and finds a decent career. But until then, it would be best if they didn't see him. Thus, Phoenix goes back to university heartbroken and seriously questioning if he made the right choice. (He probably watches Legally Blonde more than he'll admit.)

Then Dahlia comes along and the worst possible moment, and he is absolutely gone because he is craving that validation affection offers and hey law must be good for something because the courthouse brought him his darling Dollie. He latches all his insecurity and worry into the idea of loving and being loved by Dahlia/Iris. Which then makes his defense of her make more sense to my demi brain because I cannot comprehend that level of dumbassery for love. Just personally. It also makes sense because he absolutely latches onto Edgeworth after the trial because doing so is safe in a sense. Edgeworth can't hurt him because he isn't there and even if they are saying he is evil, Phoenix can save him after all he proved law wasn't evil, he can prove Miles isn't either. Or actually, he has to prove Miles isn't evil because if he doesn't then his parents were right and he fucked up is a massive way. So it goes.

The parent thing though! Swooping back around to the whole independent, hands off style of parenting, I really strongly believe in that being how he grew up because that is exactly how he is with Trucy. People will emulate their parents' good parts when parenting themselves, so I think he really emulates that part of how he grew up. He trusts her to act independently and lets her have her space. But he is very clearly always there for her no matter what. (which ties into everything above see? Occasionally i have maybe a sense i know something about what I'm writing.)

So yeah. My zigzagging thoughts on why Phoenix is the way he is and the family he comes from. I guess just a last note is I don't think they ever reconcile. Especially not after the disbarment. They would see the news and just... crumple because they knew it, their darling son has been corrupted. Oh. ouch. They see that and empty out his room. And Phoenix sees it all sitting outside when he goes to try and talk to them. Oof. Oh. Why do I hurt myself like this. Maybe they even fucking move. They treat it like the death of a child and just leave. So Phoenix doesn't actually know where they are. Which might also contribute to the whole 7 years of depression he goes through. Ughh. Now I wanna think about that. NO. I have other shit that popped up. Later ramble, later.

[horrorslashergirl]

Chromeskull x Ghostface!Reader- “Playing with the bad boys“

CHAPTER 1: Looks can be deceiving

CHAPTER 2: One cut of information (You are here)

A smile was on your face as you exited work, finally, it was weekend, your free weekend and you couldn't wait to get home. You just parked into the driveway of your apartment complex, walking upstairs to the third floor and opened the door to your apartment, getting inside and letting your bag fall on the floor, too lazy to put it on its place. You stretched your arms above your head, your muscles sore from sitting down on a chair into an office 8 hours.

You really needed some workout; a smirk plastering on your face at the thought of it, your steps moving towards the closet where your killing gear was. Yes, tonight would be just perfect.

You had tracked down two girls that lived together, they were probably from the local college, the usual dumb bimbos who begged their daddy dearest for money, so they could buy more drugs or use the money for cheap botox. It was still earlier, so you made yourself some fast dinner, before going hunting.

Later 11:25 AM....

It was a suburban neighboorhood, the kind where nothing interesting happened, a good reason for why you choosed it for your next game. The two girls lived in a two story modern home, the other neighboors were either away because of the weekend, probably on vacation or a trip, alas, you liked when none was around. You weren't fond of witnesses, only when they find the dead bodies. That was always the fun part, imagining the people finding the dead bodies, all mutilated and guts falling out.

The two girls were, Angelina and Fionna, you remembered seeing them at the coffee shop, talking about the Ghostface murderers and how they could beat him, that they aren't scared of a weirdo in a costume. You raised an eyebrow at that statement.

Oh, really? Let's see when they feel it on their own skin.

You were hiding in the shadows, behind trees and bushes, a perfect view of the kitchen and the girls. That's a reason you loved modern homes, nowdays they used more wall glasses, giving no privacy, meaning anyone could see what they were doing if they so desired.

In one hand you were grasping the mobile phone, while the other one had the hunting knife, the grip on the handle of the blade getting tight, imagining how you could end their lifes; maybe pull their eyeballs out? Or hanging them from the tree with their intestines out?

Hey, a girl needs a hobby.

It was time; you dialed the number of Fionnas phone, waiting for her to answer, your eyes always on them.

Into the house...

Angelica and Fionna were ready for a movie marathon, preparing popcorn and getting the sodas out of the fridge.

"I can't believe she colored her hair red, she looks like the nose of a clown." Angelica said, looking over her manicured nails.

"Ughh....You tell me. She's like so overrated." Fionna said, rolling her eyes, then her phone ringed, the called been unknown.

"It's probably Tony, he sometime calls me with unknown number just so he can hear my voice." Fionna said with an arrogant smirk, answering the phone.

"Hello. Who's there?" she asked, putting the cans of soda on the kitchen counter.

"I don't know. Who's this?" the raspy manly voice spoke.

"Look Tony. If you wanna jerk off to my voice at least record it, will ya?"

"This is no Tony." the stranger on the other line answered, making Fionna furrow her eyebrows.

"I got to take more ice from the freezer in the garage and stop talking with that weirdo." Angelica said, a disgusted look on her face as she went out, leaving Fionna in the kitchen.

"Look. I am busy. I have to go." Fionna said, her voice wasn't so confident anymore, then she hung up. The nerve of that bitch. You will take care of Fionna later. Right now, Angelica was into the garage and the oportunity was too good.

With stealthy moves, you went over there, and you couldn't believe how easy this was. She had her back turned to you, earbuds in, listening to music. Gripping the knife tightly you stabbed her right between her shoulderblades, making her gasp and tremble, the blood pouring out as you took the knife from her flesh.

She turned around, her eyeballs big and full of fear. Another stab, right into her stomach, your hand dragging the blade up until it reached her chest, then you pulled out, blood dripping on the cement ground of the garage, her body falling on the cold ground, shaking a little as she gave her last breath.

You took your phone out and dialed Fionnas number. One down, one more to go.

Fionna was on the couch, the movie had started and she was waiting for Angelica, when her phone was ringing. She looked up and saw it was Angelica.

"What happened? Got your head stuck into the freezer?" she asked in a sassy tone.

"Something like that." the raspy voice spoke, making Fionna stand up fast, the bowl of popcorn falling on the floor.

"Who's this? What did you do to Angelica?" she asked, her breathing picking up as she went into the kitchen.

"So many questions at the time. The important question is...Will you make it to the sequel?" the voice taunted, Fionna whimpered as she slumped down against the kitchen counter.

"Hey, hey! Stop whining like a little bitch. With that attitude you won't make it past half the movie."

"T-This isn't funny." she said in a shaky voice, the deep voice chuckling.

"Of course is not. It's a horror movie, altough I find myself laughing at guts spilling."

"W-What do you want?"

"To see what your insides look like. I bet they're way prettier than you caked down face." the raspy voice hissed.

"I-I know you're here! Y-You killed Angie!" Fionna screamed, more tears running down her face.

"Looks like you're not all silicone and paint. Maybe you got some brains floating inside that skull of yours."

"Where are you?"

"Above you." the answer made Fionnas eyes widen as she looked up.

You were dressed in all the Ghostface costume, right on the kitchen counter, then your gloved hand grasped Fionna by her hair, throwing her across the floor and before she knew it, she was stabbed three times into her back. Still, she crawled on the floor, trying to get away.

"You got some fight into you." you said, the voice modulator inside the mask, making you sound like a male.

You were ready to go over to her and finish her up, but a blur of black and silver knocked you down, making you stumbled on the floor. Your eyes from behind the mask looked up from polished black shoes to a pair of long legs clad in black slacks to build form in a black coat and finally settled on a silver skull mask and a bald scalp.

"You got to be fucking kidding me." you said, getting up, knife in hand.

In all your life as a killer you meet all kinds of possibilities of getting screwed over. You almost got shot by the boyfriend of one of your victims, another victim who had a black belt in martial arts. You dealt with them, but nothing could prepare you for coming mask to mask with the infamous Chromeskull. Still, you weren't going to back out.

"Screw over, GhostRider! This is my movie." you snarled, the camera on his broad shoulder filming your every action.

You lunged at him, knife in hand, only for him to pick your body up and throw you against the kitchen cabinets, making you fall on the hard tiles, a groan leaving your lips. You saw how he went over to the crawling girl, the knife he held much larger than yours and you saw how he pretty much decapitated her, fisting her hair and dangling her head, mocking you.

Quickly, you got up onto your feet and you saw how he lunged at you, swinging his knife at your form with expertise moves. You managed to dodge his hits, until he slashed across your chest. It wasn't a deep wound, but it stung like a bitch.

You knew you were powerless and you weren't ready to lose or be caught, especially by a killer, so you did the only thing you could, you run, straight out the glass walls, your body hitting the porch, but getting up and sprinted into the shadows.

Jesse huffed in annoyance. The small killer managed to get away, but unlike Ghostface, Chromeskull has much up his sleeve. This was just a first meeting and he managed to cut Ghostface. It was a 1-0 in Jesse's point of view.

Back at your place...

You groaned as you started to patch yourself up, the dezinfectant making you hiss at the paint, it surely would leave an ugly scar. This was bad, very bad in your opinion; you never would have guessed that you would challenge Chromeskull, at last he didn't knew your identity.

The thought of crossing him again settled an unpleasant feeling into your gut, knowing damn well that he had more skills than you, way more advanced technology and he was way smarter than you. You felt pretty much humiliated, but you were glad he didn't cut you somewhere else, more visible. You didn't particulary were up to explaining to work what happened.

After finishing up to stitching your wound, you poured yourself a glass of wine, feeling so stressed and tiered, you almost gulped down the whole wine. You had to be more carefull, because if the universe arranged the things so you would meet up with Chromeskull again, you didn't knew if you would make it out alive.

Your mind assured you that there was nothing to be afraid. Everyone thought Ghostface was a male and nothing would pull on the pieces together that there is a small chance you are Ghostface.

Your idenity was safe.

Somewhere else in Jacksonville...

The huge black desk was thrown across the room, the strength behind the action conducted by pure anger. Jesse was huffing harshly, single brown eye filled with rage that the organization hadn't gattered any other information about Ghostface.

Spann and Preston were looking at their boss, used to his brutal anger. Angry Jesse wasn't pretty, but they knew better than to try to calm him down, unless they wanted to fall victims to his blinded carnage.

The meeting with Ghostface hasn't got the way he exactly wanted, the single wound hadn't done justice to that rookie killer and to think Jesse almost had his hands wrapped around that neck. He wished he could have snapped his neck, that would have been a pretty scene for his collection of tapes.

A knock was heard on the door of the office, one of the medics from the organization entered, large frammed glasses perked on his nose as he cleared his throat.

"The results of the blood from Mr. Cromeans knife have arrived." he simple said, handing the file to Spann, then leaving without another word. Spann looked over the files, her eyes widening a little, but she quickly pulled on the emotionless facade.

"Sir, I think you wanna see this." Spann said, Jesse was looking out the window, his hands in tight fists, then he turned to look at Spann, taking the files from her hands and dismissing both her and Preston, who just huffed in annoyance, but didn't said anything.

The last thing Preston needed was to end up with a black eye from Jesse, so he followed after Spann, closing the door.

Jesse pulled up his armchair that he threw across the office five minutes ago and slumped down on the comfy leather, taking out a pack of cigarettes and lighting one, taking a drag. He was stressed, and anyone who knew Jesse on a more personal level could tell by his posture.

His gaze moved to the file in hand and read over the results; the blood type, the antibodies in plasma, the antigens in red blood cells and finally the gender.

His scarred lips parted as he read over the gender one more time, making sure he wasn't hallucinating.

Female.

Quickly, all the tension flew out of Jesse and a smirk that could make anyone shake in fear formed on his disfigured face, a silent chuckle rumbling deep within his chest.

Oh, this changed a lot of things.

So, the infamous Ghostface who tauned his victims on the phone with menancing and horror trivia question was actually a SHE?

Oh, Ghostie, when I will get my hands on you...

To be continued...

[destressjournal]

DCOM Rankings #92: Teen Beach Movie

This received a lot of hype when it came out, though not nearly as much as camp rock or HSM. But it tried to be the next big DCOM Sumer musical. And from my knowledge I think it was pretty popular, again, just not as much as previous musical movies.

Still, I remember a high school friend saying that she was obsessed with the movie, and even though I didn’t watch Disney channel anymore, it still intrigued me. So I was curious to watch it for this ranking. My thoughts are as follows:....

The first half was good, the second half fell flat.

Ok review is over!!

No I kid.

So let’s talk about the overall story and themes. You got a girl with a dead mom (of course) who wants her to fullfill her dreams and be successful, but never really specifies beyond that. From a young age, Mack carried that journal with her as her one true reminder of her mom, and got it in her head that she needed to be successful like her aunt that raised her, as if that’s what her mom meant. Over the course of the movie, she figures out that she likes being on the beach and surfing, and wants to stay where she knows she belongs. And she realized that was probably what her mom really meant.

I love the concept of a girl thinking that she needs to be something her whole life, because her dead mom said so. I think it’s so powerful how kids can just attach to that as if it will still make them closer together. And take those words to heart. That to me is great (thematically, not actually) and the way it’s portrayed at the beginning of the movie is pretty solid, with its own DCOM cringiness. She was willing to leave the town she loved to “become successful” like what her mom wanted, and if she didn’t fullfill that, it’s like she’s severed her last connection with her.

I WISH THIS WAS SHOWN/SAID IN THE MOVIE A FUCK TON MORE!!!

Idk I feel like we should have gotten more context in the beginning, I felt like we were kinda thrown into the movie world a little too early. Maybe not, idk. Now I’m second guessing myself. I guess I just wish Mack explained this more to Brady to make him understand why she needs to leave their beach town. Because throughout the movie she kept saying she needs to leave because “she has to” and that’s pretty much it. She could have said “cuz this is what my mom wanted and I want to make her proud of me” OOF, right in the feels. Maybe she can say “has to” near the end when she isn’t sure anymore and is tired of explaining it. Maybe it’s me just not being attached to any of the characters that much that I need them to be more motivated.

But let’s move onto something else, the movie and movie world. So it’s based loosely on west side story. Now I don’t know that much about west side story, and I know that I need to edumacate myself, but i think the overall theme is there, right? Two different groups of people, two people from those groups fall in love and start a gang war. But I don’t know any of the specifics other than that. But yeah this movie within a movie is supposed to be set in the early 60’s, and there are times when it kinda looks like it, and there are times when you don’t believe it at alll...I think mostly because beaches look the same regardless of time period but yeah. The editing for this DCOM is not very good, and you know they’ve been trying to add more visual effects over the years and 2013 was still in the early stages of that for TV, so I’m not going to be too critical of it, but it’s mostly how the characters dress and talk doesn’t seem very 60’s a lot of the time. But hey what do I know? I wasn’t alive in the 60’s.

I do NOT like the weather machine side plot though. I thought that was really really stupid. But I do understand that there needed to be a common enemy for the two groups to work together to fight, but mad scientists and a weather machine is the best they could come up with??? They were in the movie for like 5 minutes total I would say. They have 0 motivation, they are only used to get the two groups to get along, and they are used as an excuse for the storm. That’s it. The villains are just devices and not actual characters. Like I don’t need a sob story for a villain to get behind them, just someone at least interesting...I mean, I know the movie within the movie is supposed to be really cheesy and dumb, but you can still have interesting characters.

I do however like the way that Mack and Brady call out some of the bull crap that’s in these movies sometimes, like how they suddenly know what’s going to happen next even though they couldn’t have known, in order for the movie to move forward. It’s so meta haha I like it a lot. At least the writers have some idea of what’s up.

The characters. I did mention it a bit earlier. Mack is probably my favorite (again, it’s not like she’s my favorite character ever, like by any means). And the main biker girl I forget her name. She is really cute and her mannerisms and looks are perfect for the time period I think. The boy characters kinda suck. I mean Brady has a point that he didn’t realize Mack was even leaving until the night before she was supposed to leave. Like,I feel like that’s something you should mention when you meet someone you wanna date??? “Oh by the way I have to leave in a year for school so I’m not going to be here long” like was it that effing hard to say???

Sorry off topic. Brady just loves surfing and having fun on the beach, and that’s about it. Oh and he loves this movie a lot so when they get trapped in it he already knows the context. So that’s basically it. Mack is pretty much the only real character in the entire DCOM and everyone else is just used as a prop to get her where she needs to go. BUT it doesn’t mean I hate all the rest of the characters, in fact I find pretty much all of them to be entertaining, except for the villains who are really useless.

Let’s talk about the aunt and the grandpa for a second. So they made a deal that mack would stay with her grandpa for her first two years of high school, and then she would go with her aunt to this new school for her last two years. Alright, cool. I thought grandpa would have more of a presence in the movie, or talk more to Mack about....well anything. But I guess not? He just stands there and watches Mack get swallowed by the wave and seems to be told to act sad. Sorry my mind is all over the place. Anyway, Mack says at the end of the movie that she wants to stay where she is and the aunt is like okay, even though her character was all stiff and huffy and uptight. Like you’re not even gonna put up a little fight??? Things don’t go this well in real life, I hope kids know this.

Okay ranting over lol. The songs were pretty good, not the absolute best I’ve ever heard but they’re good, just not catchy enough I guess. It’s just trying too hard to be HSM but it’s fine I guess. At this point nothing can top the HSM songs, so I won’t knock off too many points for that. I really do like the twist in the middle where Mack and Brady mess up the movie, but it basically ends up not mattering later (something I’m also mad about) but for a while I was like ooooooooo spicy! And I also like how Mack gave the biker girl advise about boys and standing up for yourself and doing things because you want to, not cuz someone else told you to, which directly applies to her own life. Clever stuff man.

Alright time for an overall grade. I gave this one a straight B because even though I did rant about this movie a lot, I felt weird giving it a C. There is slightly more going for it than against it. It’s still a fun summer movie, and it’s not meant to be taken too seriously, just like camp rock 2. And that’s alright in my book! I just wish this one put more heart and meaning to it, but it was definitely itself entertaining with some classic DCOM cheesy and cringey elements.

One last thing I forgot to mention: I guess they don’t allow lip kissing anymore (I’m sure I mentioned this before) all the main character couples do is hold hands and hug and stare into each other’s eyes. Like who the eff made that decision that all kissing was banned? (Cheek kisses are still a thing but wtf) I’m just ugh did parents complain or something? Is kissing seriously too gross for Disney channel, even if it’s just a peck? What the poop?? Ughh second rant over.

So the next DCOM looks like a snowboarding movie which is like the complete opposite of this movie about surfing, just thought that was funny! I’m going to challenge myself and see if I can get the rest of these movies done by September 1st, but at the rate I’m going now, I doubt it...but we’ll just have to see. Wish me luck lol

[squeiky]

This is kinda a rant about my day and my birthday, moms, and shit so like, ya'll be warned.

I got to hang out with my friend today :)

Its the best before birthday party ever!!

Which is funny, beacuse i usually always enjoy the day before my birthday, and not the day of my birthday xDDD

There was this huge wind that knocked out almost everything on out picnic table xD I BLAME THE PLANES!! THE GIANT METAL BIRDS IN THE SKY! ):O!

And we biked everywhere!! We where so tired xD so we sat down and talked about stuff (but i cant tell you what we said.)

It was a very fun day.

We even watched some tick tocs.

Now tomorrow.. Is my actually birthday. I am not so hyped for that.

I have had a few nice birthday days, but as far as i can remember I only had 2 soo..

Yeah....

I prefer my before birthday days anyways.

Im so tired from all the biking and walking and my mom brought way to much food and drinks...

Ughh and tomorrow i gotta wake up early?! Seriously??! On a birthday?!

Apparently i have to go to church, to pray to god or what not.

The thing is, im not that much of a religious kid. I don't hide it either.

And im pretty sure this is either another one of her get together with her friends or... My one friend that could come over :>

Most likely her friends, and not mine... Not that i dont mind it, but im tired, and my stamina is completely demolished.

And everytime i go to place that has alot of people, indoors, in a place i am unfamilar in..

I get a panic attack. Especially now, during the pandemic and isolation.

My mom made to go to church before, and we had to do all these things, and i dont like it, i panicked untill it was over and most people where gone...

The only thing i like about the whole thing is its lovely echo, and its music(its really a lovely composition, i admire the hard work and talent that's put into these things. A lot of stuff like this gets over looked by many. I don't care if its a gift from God, that shit is a gift and should be appreciated and not overlooked.) Other than that, i wish i just stayed home...

Like, I really don't want to do all these things.

I injured my freaking leg, and im pretty sure im slowly harming myself more and more freuently-

(I had a flipping panic when i didn't hand in a assignment in on the assigned time, despite my teacher giving a heads up that I could chill on it as long as its handed in- what makes you think i can handle 30 people, im a giant ass house of singing and preaching for a few minutez?)

Im super salty about waking up early tho qwq...

I should be happy that I had this cool birthday, but I REEALLY just want alone time.

And i know a little girl is coming tomorrow to my party, and her parents practically just hand em too me, cause im good with kids..

But like, im drained. Super drained. Im probably gonna be hella sore too.

God i hate my birthday day, so im just gonna rant/vent about it here.

I know im going to get distracted, or excited, and the adrenalin kicks in and i end up not feeling a single pain or ache in my body.

But I swear, adrenalin will not heal my mental/emotional health that is slowly depleting. And i have fun yeah, but like im growing tired in the end.

Its fun, but I don't get anything out of it.

And the more i think about it, the more i dislike a lot of things.

My mom sucks, she sucks alot.

Man, shes quite the abusive person. But you can never tell. The only way you can is by how i turned out, or what my dad would tell you. (My dad is a good man. I love my dad he is the best. Mom just uses him as a way to "send me away" when im "too much for her.")

And im always panicking when she's near the little girl, that i play with. (She wonderful, and very sweet.)

My mom has told her the terrible things she told me when i was little. The things that made me so anxious and shifty.. Depressive and well... Not in a good state of mind. (I'll just sugar coat that one.)

One of the reasons why i hate my birthdays so much.

It started getting worse the more i grew older, and the more i started to learn about her. And i really dont like her, but if she knew that, we'd argue the same way we have been doing for years of my life. And she would kick me out.

So you see why i hate my birthday days.

Every birthday i dont spend with her? Well its the best time of my life. And im not even kidding on this one.

Im still salty on that one birthday, she invited all her friends, and they ordered a cake i couldn't eat. And kept pestering me to eat it. I moved on from it, i dont bring it up anymore. But im still fucking salty.

And i probably would have ate it too. But the flavor was just..not for me. And the texture?! Come on. Im pretty sure i was just picky that day, or it was an accident but i swear-

I dont even know the diffrence between friendly "check ups" and un friendly "check ups".

Y'know, the ones where its like "aww they are sleeping how cute i love them! "

And

" im gonna bust this door open and slap your ass beacuse you where awake for too long."

I remeber when I was little, she pulled my hair, and fucking smashed my goddamn phone cause she was "mad at me for staying up late"

She had fucking sex in the bed RIGHT NEXT TO MINE- and then lied about it. Bro i was tramutized.

It was with the fucking landlord, where the hell was my mom's mind set when i was younger?! That dude was a total creep, and he smelled like shit! Sex is stinky and i don't like it. (I was fucking 12, what do you expect? I had pillows to block my back so i couldn't look back and see that. But i woke up to this shit, like man im still tramatized. WE ARE IN THE SAME BEDROOM MOM, WTF?! IM FUCKING 12!)

I hate the house now. I don't like walking there either. Im glad we moved. (Bad memories. Always bad memories there. I don't know what the fuck my mom was going through, but she sure as hell took it all on me, i was messed up every since then. Man, i wasn't even emo, i was just some 12 yr old kid would looks out windows dramatically crying beacuse it was my only coping mechanism, and it made me feel better watching the sunsets and looking at trees.)

Man, I hate a lot of things don't i? I have this unrelenting anger, and im so glad i dont use it as horribly as my mom does, and instead used it too better myself and use it like an extra power source beacuse anger is a fuel that is uncontrollable but under the right circumstances can be be used wisely and become very nicely controlled. And i learned to control it. :) well, as good as i can of course.

I forget that I've been arguing my whole life.. So thats why im so good at having *intellegent* arguements.

Fucking expirence.

God damit mom.

I have to show u goddamn books in order for you too understand why black lives matter, or how to not scare tiny 3 or 4 yr olds about how the man down stairs will cut their tounges or how you make deals that never benefit me and i just get manipulated over and over again untill i find a way out of the loop, or why i need privacy and space in my life-

So yeah basically, im done.

I gotta sleep or else shes gonna bust in here and do shit.

[hackedmotionsensors]

Here we go Endgame lets talk about it! 

BELOW THE CUT

So I’ll say this!!! Over all!!! I liked it a lot. For a lot of reasons.

I also HAAAATTTEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDD a lot of some of the choices. That’s okay. We can have mixed feelings about movies especially the end of a saga. I think they did a good job of getting nods where they needed nods, bringing in storylines from previous movies and conversations that needed to happen.

And they fucking whiffed it on at least THREE REALLY IMPORTANT THINGS!!!

So lets start with what I liked.

1) STEVE TONY EVENT. DO YOU HEAR ME IT WAS A STEVE TONY EVENT  aaaah oh my god. From the second Tony lands back on the planet and Steve RUNS to him before even Pepper and he’s holding him and just the look of agony as Pepper takes him away and the fight where Tony says ALL THE SHIT WE HAD BEEN SAYING!!!! WHERE WERE YOU! YOU LIAR!!! and he RIPS HIS HEART OFF OF HIS CHEST AND GIVES IT TO STEVE BECAUSE YOU FUCKING BROKE HIS HEART YOU FUCKING FUCKED UP STEVE!!!!! FUCKK!!!! And then reconciling because “Resentment is corrosive” UGHHH!!! And Steve just barely containing himself when Tony shows up ughh!! UGHHH!!!!!!! AND THE ASS JOKE!!! THERE’S NO HETEROSEXUAL EXPLANATION ABOUT THAT!!!! TONY SAW STEVES ASS AND WAS LIKE TAN FRANCED IT LIKE BITCH YOU NEED AN FRENCH TUCK OF MY DING DONG IN YOUR BUTT!!! and Steve over the intercom being like “omg tony not in front of the kids” AND A STEVETONY SOLO MISSION!!!!!! 

A STEVE TONY...

SOLO

MISSION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

TONY CALLING STEVE MY MAN  WOW. WOW. FUCKING EXCELLENT ON ALL ACCOUNTS THANKS SO MUCH!! I was given some bread thank you I will eat this stevetony bread nom nom nom nom nom.

2) Tony’s arc in this story was really beautiful. He finally got what he wanted, some perspective and closure with Howard. And I know initially you want to go “Hey Howard was really abusive” and yeah he was. But its complicated. Because Tony even says in Homecoming he was trying to break the cycle of abuse and he DID with Peter and Morgan. You can see just HOW MUCH he cares for his daughter and he was willing to say fuck you to the UNIVERSE in favor of not losing her. Its always a different perspective when you see your parents as people and not as YOUR PARENTS. 

Also Tony lying on the table with Natasha UuU. A lot of the interactions with Tony and the other characters were so good. Tony and Rocket. Tony and Nebula. Tony and Carol (tho brief). Tony arguing with Pierce like his little gay senses were like “This guys a nazi I bet”

3) I genuinely liked the Time Heist. I DID  NOT LIKE THE RULES OF TIME TRAVEL IN THIS MOVIE BUT I’LL GET TO THAT. But I looooved the Time Heist. From the New York stuff with Steve fighting Steve and knowing his dumbass loses his shit when he hears things like “Bucky’s still alive” and being done with his own stupid shit “I can do this all day” “YEAH I KNOW” (which btw at this point was basically the last thing he said to Tony in Civil War so maybe that doesn’t have its plucky little fire anymore and now is a sore spot). I loved Loki running away with the Space Stone (even tho as of now I’m still not sure what the FUCK THAT MEANS!? more on that in a sec) Loki making fun of Cap. Loki rolling his eyes at Odin. Tony dressed in a shield outfit screaming Medic!!! The gang all on the elevator and Hulk screaming about it and LOKI WAVING HIS HAND AT THE HULK AS THE DOORS SHUT!! TONY SITTING ON THE BRIEFCASE! SCOTT GOING “how the FUCK did you not know they were Hydra LOOK AT THEM They’re a COP!” Then jumping forward to the 70s and Steve’s legs that went all the way up to his asshole and Tony dressed as a doctor

I drew a doodle of it here you go lol I’ll post it properly later

oh did this not happen? Idk what movie you were watching.

4) The big battle at the end was SO FUCKING COMIC BOOK I WAS LOSING IT. Also I keep calling it the Battle of Five Armies or Return of the King lol T’challa BATHED IN A HALO OF LIGHT LIKE YES WE STAN A KING. MY WIFE

MY.

WIFE!!!!!!!!

VALKYRIE!!! ON HER BEAUTIFUL WHITE HORSE!!!! (also not being given an actual name and called Valkyrie is the funniest goddamn thing. Like that’s like going into a Footlocker and talking to the manager but calling them Manager)

CAROL!!!!!! WITH HER BUTCH ASS HAIRCUT PUNCHING THANOS IN THE MOUTH AND WRECKING HIS SHIT

WANDA FINALLY FUCKING FLYING. LIKE. F L Y I N G. THAT is what the Scarlet Witch is SUPPOSED TO DO!! SHE’S SUPPOSED TO BE SO POWERFUL IT TOOK EVERYONE TO TAKE HER DOWN CMON!!!!!! And she almost got him too. Honestly if it were down to Carol and Wanda they probably could have ended Thanos alone. 

Korg coming back for more comic relief AND PUTTING HIM IN TAIKA’S PINEAPPLE ONESIE!!!! ARE YOU KIDDING.

5) This is controversial. And I know it won’t age well. And that’s okay and feel free to disagree with me entirely. 

But I liked Fat Thor lmfao. I know it was played as a joke for the wrong reasons but I laughed. I was like fuck yes his belly looks like mine and that’s not why it was funny and it SHOULDN’T BE but I laughed lol. But on the other hand I think it had partially to do with Hemsworth constantly being like “no no we don’t need a shirtless scene” or just sort of a gag at how Marvel always has a shirtless scene and its just kind of funny to have it not be someone cut. EVEN THOUGH its a fat suit and I can’t take off my fat suit but Hemmy can and that’s kinda shitty. 

but I laughed. I can’t help it. He was a whole ass mess and I thought it was funny. And I know there are Thor fans out there who wanted more for him but like I said before this was a SteveTony event. This movie and this win worked because it was Steve and Tony finally coming together again.

It felt honestly the most comic book Avengers of the entire series. 

And true to comic book events

it whiffed the landing.

Before I get into dislikes I’ll say that I liked this movie more than I disliked it. I cried H A R D at the end of the movie. Because its not a movie that’s an on its own kind of movie. You had to have gone through the journey to get here. The pay off is completely lost if you only watch this movie. Or you only watch one or two of the MCU. Or if you’re like a few people I’ve talked to where they only like Steve and Tony. Or they only like Thor and Loki. Or they only like the Guardians and hate the avengers. If you have hate in your heart for any of these characters the payoff of this movie is pretty much lost.

The theme of this movie is clearly about moving on when things come to an end. When things stop or end or we lose people we love you have to move on. Steve says that at the beginning of the movie to our apparent gay representative straight director Joe Russo.

But like Tony said before.

Steve’s a fucking liar lmfao

But lets not start there. Lets start with the fucking timeline.

I hate.

I H A  T E EEEEEEEEE TIME TRAVEL!!!!!! AS A PLOT!!!!!!! WITHOUT ANY RULES!!!!!!!!!

I enjoyed what we SAW of the Time travel but the rules itself DIDN’T MAKE ANY FUCKING SENSE.

So when they’re suiting up Hawkeye for the test run Bruce explicitly says that all these movies that say “if you go into the past and fuck up the past you fuck up the timeline and the present/future is fucked because you’ve changed things”

ARE WRONG. HE SAYS THEY ARE WRONG. He says “If you go into the past. The past becomes your present. But the present then becomes your future. So you can’t go back and un fuck your parents to make you. Or kill baby Thanos. because that happened and you can’t change that but you can change youre present”

WHICH DOESN’T

MAKE ANY

FUCKING

SENSE. BECAUSE THEN YOU AREN”T TIME TRAVELING!!!!!!!!! 

If you go into the past yes YOU are in your present but the world is still being written around you STILL so you go into the past and change something (loki making off with the space stone) that’s CHANGED. You’ve created a new reality.

THEY EXPLICITLY SAY THIS IN DOCTOR STRANGE AND Y’ALL I KNOW DOCTOR STRANGE WAS BORING AS HELL BUT IF YOU’RE GOING TO USE TIME TRAVEL AS YOUR STORY DEVICE THEN YOU CAN’T SAY THAT SHIT IN DOCTOR STRANGE DOESN’T WORK WHEN YOU’VE ESTABLISHED IT AS THE RULES OF TIME TRAVEL.

THE ANCIENT ONE EVEN SAYS “you create a new reality. And it fucks shit up”

LIKE!?!?!??!

WHAT THE HELL!!!

So now Loki has the time Stone in reality B, in reality A Steve goes back and puts the stones back where they belong (and I guess.....gives the soul stone to Red Skull????????? wouldn’t you try to get Natasha back????like that itself is a whole movie of Steve going back and putting things away but ??????) 

And then we get to the end of the movie where Steve says Fuck you to Peggy’s reality A family and now on this timeline where they’ve time traveled he lived an entire life WITH Peggy but like.......you were Captain America and you just said “No don’t worry about JFK being assassinated. Or the Civil Rights movement. Or stopping Bucky in any capacity. Or maybe saving MLK. Or Peggy continuing to join SHIELD. Or stopping ACTUAL NAZIS from infiltrating SHIELD.

Because if you go with this idea that Steve went back and “lived a life” What did he DO then. What did he FUCKING. DO?

You’re not Steve from 1940s going back to 1940s. You’re Steve form 2019 going back to 1940s. No wifi. No medicine. No cell phones? Gays are still being persecuted. You can’t drink from the same fountain as black people (or rather they can’t drink from your white fountain). 

You are.

CAPTAIN.

AMERICA.

and you just said nah fuck it its fine? This shit can all happen but I don’t super care because I get to dance with Peggy. Peggy who on her own had this whole life. Who did all this stuff IN YOUR NAME IN YOUR HONOR. Who married someone else. Who had a FAMILY. Who had a NIECE that you made out with. And just..... wha....

Like if he had gone back and danced with her but came back with Natasha in exchange for the soul stone but during his travels had aged. Or met someone else.

Like movie wise and story wise I get wrapping up Steve’s story. And maybe the person Peggy is talking about in the video of her in TWS is actually Steve from 2019. Maybe that’s it. But it still doesn’t make sense because they FUCKED UP THE RULES OF TIME TRAVEL SO WHO THE FUCK KNOWS.

So. lol I wasn’t a huge fan of Steve at the end of the movie. I know they needed to do something to end the movie with a finality. With Steve being DONE. But instead of finality or closure I just have so many goddamn questions. And I don’t hold it against Evans or even really the directors per say. But I’ll blame Markus and McFeely because they were writing since TWS. They HAD the Cap STORYLINE to write about and that was how they ended it.

its like when you pack for a very important trip and you plan out all your outfits but then wake up late and end up throwing whatever you can find into your suitcase and run out the door.

It felt final and not final.

But I’ll tell you this. From my perspective and obviously I’m going to skew it this way because its me and FEEL FREE to disagree with me.

He left because Tony and Natasha were dead. The two people that he felt the closest to (sorry Sam, Bucky and Sharon [who we didn’t even see as dusted wow]) were gone. Natasha and Steve had become a brother and sister. He would always come back for her clearly. Trying to cheer her up as she’s crying. Natasha understanding Steve’s feeling of being lost. Tony inspiring and fighting with Steve. Like that’s part of what I liked about this is taht you could really feel how Steve and Tony needed each other for this to work but also they needed to not hate each other. 

Also I kinda knew the second Scott said “That’s a one way trip!!” before the 70s bit that Steve was going to stay in the past lol What an asshole.

Also I don’t think it was very UN-Captain America because I think people don’t always realize that a lot of the inspo for the MCU came ALSO from Ultimates. And if Ults Cap was able to go back to the past he would have in a heartbeat. Who was a more depressed Cap? Ults or MCU? I just don’t know.

Now.

Natasha.

This was another one I kind of saw coming from a mile away as soon as it was just the two of them on Vormir. I was kind of hoping they’d Hawkeye a way out of the deal by like throwing his daughters picture or something like that. Or that it would be Hawkeye. But they both had an upcoming movie/series so I didn’t know which way it went.

And then there was that big jump. And I was like oh my god they did it right

AND THEN THEY FUCKING DIDN’T.

Wow. Wowwwwwwwwww

Markus and McFeely 

REALLY DID THAT

THE RUSSO BROTHERS REALLY DID THAT

THEY DID THE SAME FUCKING SCENE TWICE.

The first time you get because Thanos is a dick and abusive and he would absolutely throw his favorite daughter into the soul pit (which I guess Isn’t picky because she didn’t love him back she hated him but I guess its a one way street with the ol’ soul stone)

And they don’t say during that one (far as I remember) that its a permanent exchange. 

But they sure emphasized this time. And they sure killed the original avenger who was the only girl on the team. Who never got a chance to live.

Who Whedon made herself call heself a monster because she can’t have a family and then she gets a found family and then SHE DIES. THEY KILL HER. AFTER HAVING A FAMILY.

WHAT THE FUCK. Like...my problems with Scarjo aside (which are similar with my problems with Paltrow) You DID. BLACK. WIDOW. FUCKING. DIRTY. I don’t care that there’s a movie coming out that was her story. You were supposed to give her a fucking story. And now her story is only how she relates to her TEAM OF MEN.

And now to my last point that I didn’t like. And I don’t hate this one as much as Steve’s ending or Natasha’s ending.

I don’t like that Tony died. I know this is wrapped up in a lot of emotions I have about Tony Stark the character. Robert Downey Jr the person. Tony Stark the character in all his forms is very important to me and I love that he has many forms. 616, Ults, AvAc, Avengers Assemble, the MCU. But his story is important to me. And its heartbreaking. I’m tearing up a bit now writing this out. 

I’m just the type of person that hates that a character, in a fantasy setting where you have wizards, valkyries, robots, talking raccoons and trees, Dave Bautista, a giant green rage monster wearing chinos, that you have to take this one part and make it realistic. That we have to keep realism kill this character off because it doesn’t make sense if someone doesn’t die. Because the stakes aren’t high if you don’t make them personal as well.

Which is true like you don’t have high stakes (the planet or universe getting dusted) if you don’t are about some of the people in that universe personally.

I just would have rather he had retired. Moved onto his little farm with Pepper and Morgan.

I think they did right by Tony. Storywise, ending...all the stuff the dropped the fucking ball on with Natasha and Steve they gave to Tony. And on one hand I get it and I appreciate that because (sorry to nat and steve fans truly) I care more about Tony. Tony started this whole thing. In a miracle of accidents they got the right actor, the right story, the right character, the right director, the right timing technology wise, the right social mood and made solid gold. And none of this would have happened if it weren’t for that amazing accident that happened.

And I think it has more to do with not wanting to let go or move on even though i can always go back to Iron Man 1 at any point and start the journey over again and have a laugh but there’s always going to be that ending where its final. Its done. Its over. And in the simplest of terms. I don’t like it. You have to know when to bow out and I respect and appreciate that. I don’t wanna see Iron Man 8 with geriatric old RDJ trying to fumble into a mocap suit.

I understand. I appreciate. But I don’t have to like it as a person. And that’s okay.

Its all about moving on isn’t it? That’s the theme of the movie. Moving on.

Even if you’re steve and your moving on wipes out the existance of a whole other family lmfaaoidnsfasfada sorry sorry. 

Okay. yeah that’s all I think I can think of. I’m sure there’s a ton more other people have mentioned aside from what I wrote. Like its a LONG movie and I think its hard to say hey “they fucked this up” or “they got this right” for EVERY SINGLE THING. There were so many characters. Nebula’s story could have been better. Thor’s story could have been more involved. Hawkeye could have been more important throughout the series. Janet could have come back for the final fight and healed Tony. Like there’s a ton of “this COULD have happened” But it didn’t. And that’s okay. It may not be right but its okay. I think they wrapped it up as best you could while still making a good movie. I think you probably can go back after a long while and look at the Endgame and go yeah that wasn’t so bad for an ending. Endings are hard to do with any sort of skill. Its why the joke that the third movie always sucks. 

There’s still a ton of stuff to look forward to.

Falcon/Winter Soldier, Loki, Hawkeye, Wanda and Vision (i GUESS??? lol), Black Widow’s movie. 

Maybe Steve solved more than he let on who knows. WHO KNOWS. Maybe Mjolnir left him haflway through the journey when she knew he was going to ditch his 2019 family (who again....mostly dead now)

I love Tony 3000. Which I found out is more than a ton which makes Morgan Stark a lot smarter than I am lmfao

[abundantchewtoys]

Homestuck Candy p28-32 re: Vriska (Vriska)

Oh, while talking to Blaperile I understand I was wrong about the amount of time having past.

It's still 10 years since John talked with Terezi, aka 15 years since Harry Anderson was born.

So John is about... 39 now, I believe. Wow.

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Ahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahhahahah

Okay so a) Bad move, Karkat, starting a war on Harry Anderson's birthday :P Then again, things tend to happen on people's birthday all the time, Homestuck just makes a habit out of it being protagonists' birthdays.

but b) B) 8)!!!!!!

Ohhhhh boy.

Actual, alive Vriska is IN DA HOUSE.

Though, still mortally wounded, so we'll just have to see how that turns out.

But, uh....

John says he sees a younger version of her all the time.

But Vriska Lalonde is nearing sixteen, so she's not really THAT much younger any way.

It's written in the stars now that Vriska (Vriska) and Vriska (also Vriska) are going to meet up now.

Vriska doesn't acknowledge John's aged at all, she just wants to go back to seeing what happened in the Meat timeline.

Dang though.

Seems no human ghosts have fallen AT ALL since the start of this event. Does that mean they ALL double-died at the hands, I mean breath, of Lord English?

Not sure if Vriska will want to have any part with what's happening here. She craves RELEV8NCE, and that isn't something to be found here. But everyone that has fallen off the relevance wagon ends up on Earth C.

Though I still suspect she's going to be brought before Karkat and Meenah.

Still, if VRISKA survived... It's starting to be a dead given that Davepeta and LE are in coming. D:

Random thought: does this mean that Alt Calliope's black hole opens up portals to Earth C to "protect" itself, in a twisted version of the Battlefield connecting to the universe that spawns the session?

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qsdfkqlsdflmkqsdfjqsdmlkdfqslkmddfjlkqsfsqlkjsdlk HE'S COMING. HE'S COMING.

So, this is the actual purpose Calliope was looking forward to, for what's been like, 11 years or whatever?: to protect this world from Lord English.

This is the ACTUAL final battle!!! WHO'D HAVE THUNK THIS WOULD HAPPEN IN THE CANDY PATH.

<joke>How does she expect to await him, when he's ALREADY HERE.</joke>

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HOLY SHIT. HOLY SHIT!!!!!!

So.

Yeah, Dad Crocker WAS still alive, just a non-entity. Jane appointed him Chief Of Staff??? Why??? The man just loves cakes and capers. She's really so ignorant on things.

But it figures, that he'd go out in a blaze. Goddamn hero right there.

Reminds me of Jake jumping in front of Jane in the Game Over timeline, too.

But if it's true, dang. What a gruesome faith.

And this is the final straw that breaks Jane. She's in full on empress-mode now.

Didn't think Gamzee'd actually try to appeal to her better nature here, though. He honestly seemed like a big bad vizier corrupting her and her family.

But he made an unexpectedly honest impression on me, here. Just goes to figure that it'd take desperation for me to believe him. I mean, he still filled in his "redemption" all wrong of course. But if he really has nightmares, like the trolls used to have courtesy of Glb'golyb... And he doesn't want to use soporifics anymore to suppress them... Then yeah, yeah I can actually finally understand why'd try to find a good substitute.

Still, breast milk? Enormously gross. Though I suppose it's that Alternian influence, via Equius he was engrained with the idea that musclebeasts' and other dairy excretions have special properties. Ughh.

I can only hope Jake has a better chance of being his best now. Then again, when they first hooked up he hadn't. Maybe - just maybe - all these years passed have made him a bit more likely to stand up.

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Oh god, hahahahahahahahahah ahaahahahahhahahgna ahahhaha.

This just here. Perfection.

Vriska, stripped of her relevance and dignity.

So offput by her fate, so determined to change it. It's the karmic fate she deserved, actually, being relegated to obscurity. I mean, she'll probably find a way out - might not be able to take it, though.

This is very cathartic to John, though. Venting at Vriska, another alive person from beyond canon.

ALSO, I had thought of the metaphor of the event horizon too! Nothing that happens on Earth C matters, so everything that ends up on Earth C is irrelevant by its very nature!

Man oh man, the battle is starting in earnest. I do wonder what the first real casuality in the circle of people we know, after Dirk and Dad, is going to be, though.

Also, just. Motherfucking Gamzee. Hahah, it's true Vriska's in for some redemption, but he's the last person that anyone would want to hear it from.

The next convo between them could be GLORIOUS. Depending on how valid all his points end up being.

Also, Vriska becoming (Vriska)? *chef's kiss* Magnificent.

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Well.

You CAN'T keep down the clown, it's been proven once again.

Though. Ugh. Gamzee is disgusting. Too bad that for trolls, that's a lecherous attribute in the black quadrant.

What would Game Over Terezi have to say about this though.

Poor (Vriska), the effects of being outside canon are already taking hold on her.

Yes, John, best to look away.

Still, it was funny to imagine John rating all the kicks and punches she threw at Gamzee, naming them after moves handed out by Jake, and received by him as well, during his shows.

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Chances are, this is the last page we’ll read for the coming time. Well, if we had wanted to end it on a high point, we should’ve not read that last page. :P

[ethereal-lix]

First Kiss

A/N: So i didnt mention age in this since this is something that i know a lot of people havent experienced yet, despite being a certain age (Me lmao rip). But i just hought it would be cute to write this cause like why not??? Also not proof read so please forgive me for the mistakes

Pairing: Best Friend! Hyunjin and Gender Neutral! Reader and Crush! Minho and G.N! Reader

“Woah, woah, woah, so wait you mean to tell me that you’ve never had your first kiss yet?!” Hyunjin exclaimed. “HEY!! Shhhh!” you whisper-yell at Hyunjin putting your pointer finger over your lips. “No i havent okay? now hush. You promised not to make fun of me.” you pout. 

You and Hyunjin were having your bi-weekly sleepover, and this week it was Hyunjins turn to have it at his place, and earlier that week Hyunjin saw that you were texting your best friend about your crush on Minho. “Also since when have you liked Minho?” Hyunjin giggled before taking a sip of his drink. You can feel your face getting flushed as you whisper “Since you introduced me to the group.” “So youve had a crush on one of my best friends for over 8 months and you never bothered to tell me?” Hyunjin put his right hand over his heart feigning hurt. “Yes. Yes i did.” you playfully scoff at your best friend. “Why would you keep tht from me? I thought we were best friends..”he whines. “We are, but you dont know how to keep a secret which is why ive never told you that i havent had my first kiss or that i have a crush on Minho. Which by the way is none of your business, one, and two, i dont have a crush on him anymore. i’ve moved on.” You lied. “Yeah, and i cant dance.” He replies sarcasm evident in his voice. You slump down against the headboard. “Okay, so maybe im not over it, but i am trying to move on.” You whine covering your face with your hands. 

“Well, what would you do if i told you that a little birdy told me that Minho likes you too.” “Well, i would say that you’re lying cause there is no way that Minho would like me back.” “And how would you know that y/n?” Hyunjin questions. “Not to be cliche, but because im me, and Minho is well.. Minho..” You shrug as you finish your sentence. Hyunjin sighs, “Okay well now i know why youve never had your first kiss, or boyfriend for that matter.” You gasp and throw the pillow you’re holding at Hyunjin, “Wow, thanks best friend.” You state and give him a look. He laughs, “For reals, why dont you think he likes you back? I want a legit answer y/n.” 

“Well, im not the most attractive, or the funniest, or the smartest. I’m not talented. I can barely really do anything. I just exist. I cant sing, rap, dance, write music or any of that. I cant act, i cant model. I’m just average. Im below average. There isnt anything special about me. Nothing about me stands out and says ‘here i am.’  And Minho si just so amazing. He can rap, dance, and sing. Like hes your main dancer for a reason !! and not to mention he toured with BTS as one of their backup dancers, so you know hes good. He can rap really well, adn the way he raps is just so amazing and his flow is just ughh!! And not to mention his vocals. Man, he can really sing Hyunjin, and hes super funny and savage, and overall just a catch.” 

Hyunjin sighs and looks at you trying to collect his thoughts. “Thats not true y/n. You are special. No one can make me laugh the way you do. None of the other boys can get me to laugh so hard that i end up crying and clapping like a seal. Not even Han can do that and we all know that han can get me to laugh. You might not be the best singer but i love watching and hearing you sing because you get so into it that its beautiful. You might not be able to freestyle dance but that doesnt mean that you cant dance. Everytime i show you new choreography that we learn you always pick up on it real quick and when you dance it, you’re amazing. You may not be the “smartest” but thats okay because you dont need to be smart to be attractive, I promise. But also know, that you arent stupid. The school systems suck and make you think that you’re stupid when in reality, youre not. And what do you mean, youre not the attractive? You’re by far the most attractive person ive ever met. Anyone and everyone would be lucky to have you in their life. You’re a great person and great friend. You always listen to me and the other guys when we are having trouble and need advice. You are by far the most amazing person ever and you are super special. Sometimes we’re so busy looking at other peoples good traits that we often forget to acknowledge ours. So dont knock yourself down, just because you cant always see what a truly amazing person you are.” Minho said as he sat down in front of you.

To say that you and Hyunjin were shocked would be the understatement of the year. You look at Hyunjin eyes wide and Hyunjin looks at you with equally wide eyes before he smirks and mouths ‘you’re welcome and i told you so’. “Sooo, with that being said i think its time for me to go. I think i hear Changbin calling me..” And with that Hyunjin got up and left the room. 

“So, i’m guessing you heard everything that i said?” You ask even though you already knew the answer. Minho chuckled, “Yeah, i didnt mean to eavesdrop, but i was on my way to the bathroom when i heard you and Hyunjin talking and i heard my name and i just kinda stopped walking and started listening.” “Hmm, interesting..” you comment looking down. “So is it true that youve never had your first kiss?” You giggle nervously as you lift your hands to cover your red face. “Yeahh..” you mumble through your hands. “I can change that for you, if you want” Minho said as you dropped your hands from your face and started stuttering. “I-, uhh, well, i-” Minho chuckles at your flustered state. 

After giving you a few seconds to collect yourself Minho leans in closer to you making your breath get stuck in your throat. “Can i kiss you?” He asks voice barely above a whisper. You silently gulp and nod your head. “Yes, yes you can.” And with that Minho leans in and gently places his lips on yours. After a short 5 seconds Minho pulls away. “How was that?” You giggle and place your hand on his neck and pull him in for another kiss. 

oof that ending sucked !! 

also feedback is very much appreciated !!

[sceawere]

pretty face | michael gray

anon requested tatiana’s sister and michael

block of italics means speaking in russian fyi

Tatiana had woken you up early, at least for the night you’d had, throwing your curtains open.

“Wake up. I need you today”

“Ughh…to do what?”

“Keep someone company”

“Sorry, I can’t. I’m keeping my bed company today”

You flopped back to the bed, tucking your head as deep in between the pillows as you could. You felt the movement of the covers by your feet and grumbled in advance of what you knew was coming. Tatiana’s favourite way to get you up since you were children. She crawled further up and you braced yourself.

She grasped at your hair, pulling your face up, and dotting a kiss to your cheek.

“Get up before I drag you down the stairs by your ankles”

“Tania, why must you be this way?”

She laughed in your ear and you threw your hand back sleepily, aiming for whatever it hit on the way.

“Fine, fine. I’m getting up. Leave me be”

She dropped your hair, sitting back on your legs.

“I will wait for you”

You sighed into the covers, pushing yourself up, and turning to your side in one movement. You scrunched your eyes as you looked over at her, knelt there like butter wouldn’t melt.

“Who am I keeping company? I thought you had a meeting with your boy today?”

“He is not a boy”

“All men are boys around you. As though they have never known a woman before, it would be sickening if it was not so funny”

She smiled at you and you pulled your legs from under her swiftly, knocking her off balance. She fell back to her bum, tucking her legs in front and crossing them. You mirrored her action, tucking the covers around your legs. You felt like you were girls again when you sat like this. Like when you would sneak into each other’s beds and chatter away before your parents awoke.

“I have a meeting with him, yes. He is bringing his boy, though”

“His son?”

“No. Family of some kind – I think his brother? His cousin, nephew…something”

You nodded, wiping sleep from your eyes and trying to smooth your curls away from your face.

“I’m not fucking him”

She scoffed and began to crawl off the side of the bed.

“I mean it”

-

You found yourself hovering in the doorway, rolling your eyes at your sister.

“Entertain him. I need to go through the deal with Tommy and its easier when he doesn’t feel quite as business like. Alone is better”

“How? What are we going to talk about?”

She shrugged.

“Maybe not talk”

“I’m not fucking him, Tania!”

She smiled, leaned in and whispered to you, even though he wouldn’t understand you. She kept her eyes over to him the whole time.

“Why not? You like him - I can see it. He’s exactly your type”

“Shut up! Go deal with your boy”

You heard her laugh as you turned and stormed into the room, snatching the bottle from her as you went.

“Forgive my sister”

He lifted his eyes to you when you introduced yourself and you averted yours as soon as he had finished his own. Maybe Tania was right.

“What’s she done?”

“Too many things to list in company”

He laughed to himself and sat, repeating your name.

“Did I say it right?”

You gave him a confused smile, brows close together.

“Is it that complicated?”

“Just new to me. Not sure if it sounds right in my voice. I don’t wish to offend”

You uncapped the bottle and rolled your eyes up to him.

“Do not worry - my name sounds good in your voice”

He looked up at you as he leant forward, his forearms on his knees. You dropped your tone from flirty to flat.

“Though your Russian pronunciation could use some work. You sound like you’re trying to fit the sounds in your mouth rather than letting them flow out”

He quirked the edge of his lips, settling in a little.

“Can’t say I’ve had much practice”

“Well, if you ever need a tutor, I have little else to do here”

You dropped to your own seat.

“Your English is very good, I didn’t expect that. Not that - sorry, that sounded as though-”

“My father got us tutors. He was a careful man, he wanted us to be prepared for the world”

“Can’t say I think of ‘careful’ when I think of your sister”

“Well, we’re our mother’s daughters really”

“They’re gone?”

You nodded.

“I’m sorry”

“You’re sorry about a lot of things. Can’t say I think of ‘apologetic’ when I think of your brothers”

“They’re my cousins”

“Ah, explains it. Of course, you’re the other one”

“The other one?”

“The lost one”

His smile fell.

“You’re quite lost yourself. You fled your home, didn’t you?”

“We did”

“Do you miss it?”

“Yes, I miss it. I miss not having to think of whether I miss it. I miss…” you took a deep breath and lent your head back, picturing the walk in your head “the buildings and the people and the feel of the city. I miss walking my dogs by the river, in the snow. It’s too warm a winter here. I don’t like it”

He laughed, pulling his freshly lit cigarette from his mouth and taking the glass you’d poured him. He offered you the light and you shook your head.

“Never heard it described as that before. What dogs do you have?”

“Borzois. My father used them to hunt, they’re hunting hounds. Only the nobility can own them. Mine were given to me as gifts from the tsar himself for my birthday” you lifted an eyebrow to him, smirking before laughing and reaching out for your own glass “But I don’t like hunting, so they are just my babies”

“Babies that kill”

“I’m sure all your mothers’ love you just the same. And you’re not even fluffy”

He laughed again, taking another drag.

“My uncle tried to get me to leave them behind, when we were close to dying. Leave them or eat them. Used what energy I had left to punch him, nearly killed both of us doing it”

“I’m surprised you brought them with you”

“I should have left them to starve?”

He quirked a brow, alternating taking drags and drinking.

“No but under the circumstances it seemed the choice to make”

You paused, looking him over.

“You think us heartless, don’t you? I see how Thomas looks at us when he visits. You think we’re all crazy. Caring of nothing but our jewels and our parties and…”

“I don’t think you’re heartless. I think…I think you’re-“

You nodded your head to the side and looked away, filling in the gap with a tone.

“Spoilt and stupid”

“Never known anyone else be given a dog by a king for their birthday”

“Congratulations, this is a special day for you”

He smiled sarcastically and you sighed, bringing your glass up to your lips but not drinking. You were too hungover and bored to play nice anymore.

“You remind me of my cousin. Sneering at his own family for their excesses while he took from them all the same.

He tried to convince us to go and speak to the people. Understand their quarrels with us. He thought himself better than us because at least he felt bad about having so much,”

You scoffed “if only we conceded a little, they would be satisfied, placated. It would all go back to normal and we would be better for it. He was stupid”

“He sounds like a smart man. Sometimes you have to compromise”

“They shot him in the street and threw his body into the river”

You knocked back your glass, slamming it to the table. His face had fallen when you looked back up, watching you pour another.

“I’m sorry”

“Don’t be, he was a fool. There was not be no reasoning with people who wanted us torn apart. He was foolish to try. I may be spoilt but I am not stupid”

You pointed your finger out from the bottle as you spoke, and he watched the movement as you placed it back down.

“Is there not something to be said for an honourable death?”

“Anyone who tells you death can be honourable is usually about to find some way for you to die instead of them. Priests, soldiers, people who have nothing else in life. That’s who think death is honourable. It is to make people less terrified and bitter.

Death is death. Nothing else about it. Why should it matter if it rips me from a field or an altar or a throne? I will be gone. But I am not ready to be gone. There is so much life left for me”

You lifted the glass in a mock toast.

“Back home?”

You took a smaller sip this time, hoping Tatiana wouldn’t take too long. You took the time it took to swallow to ponder his question. You tried not to think of home too often, pretending the place outside these walls was still there. Inside, in the parties, it was still home. You looked into your glass as you spoke.

“No. We’ll never go home. My aunt has these ideas of a glorious return – it won’t happen. We lost any hope of being what we were the second we fled Tbilisi. They would have to burn the country to the ground and re-build it for us to go home. They’re fighting a war for the point of trying but…I know what we had is gone”

“You don’t seem to act that way”

“Act which way?”

“Like you’re not what you were”

“And what is that?”

You bit your lip and tilted your head to him.

“You live as though nothing’s changed. That you still own everything. But of course, you do. Tommy told me about your little penniless act”

You lay back on the couch, tucking your dress under you. You almost laughed as you spoke.

“Should I have renounced my family and lived amongst the peasants? Withered away proudly? Or thrown myself into the water after Grisha? Would that make me more palatable to you? More honourable? I see you drove up in a fancy car,” you flopped your arm down to point to the table “I see you’re happy enough to drink my vodka”

“I wouldn’t want to be a bad guest,” you snorted a laugh, rolling your tongue into your cheek “I thought perhaps you might be a little less proud, actually”

“Oh! You did. How strange. What an idea”

“You’d think being run out of your country would humble someone slightly”

You pulled yourself up again and dropped your glass to the table with a clink. You held the front of the sofa, gripped in your palms either side of your thighs.

“You consider yourself humble? You? Hmm? If we were back home, they would have thrown you in the river, the same as me. For what? Living well? It’s what they all wanted anyway. It’s what you want.

You look at us and sneer for having more than we should. Well, who decides that? Your family is not starving, you don’t need this job to live. But you are here anyway. You could all of you give up now and not one of you work another day of your life. You will not.

You could give everything to your workers. Good people, like yourself, the stock you came from. The struggle you know. You will not.

We would not. And neither would many others. The people who sneered at us, they would not give if they had. You know the army looted my city as they entered? Do liberators often steal in their mission? I thought that was reserved for us, the undeserving, to grab what we could and…”

You quirked your jaw and blew air through your nose, taking a moment to calm down.

“I was given this life and I will not feel sorry for it. Would I give it up to struggle the rest of my days? No. I would be an idiot if I did. If that makes me a demon then at least I shall have pleasure before my torment”

He blew out another cloud of smoke, lifting his gaze from his glass to meet yours.

“You chose this life, didn’t you? You didn’t grow up with them, you chose to return. I lived the life that was given to me. The only one I’ve ever known.

Tell me then, which of our crimes is more heinous? The spoilt bitch who took what was handed to her or the hypocrite who killed for it?”

“I leave you alone for five minutes, sister”

You rolled your eyes again and turned to her.

“Tatiana, I can’t stand these people”

“A new record, usually it takes you at least an hour. He must truly be abhorrent”

“Save me from such torment, I beg you sweet sister”

“You’ve never called me sweet before in our lives”

“I usually can’t stand you either but right now you’re my only salvation”

“I came only to retrieve the vodka. Good luck”

She took the bottle and turned, swaying back out of the room as you glared at her.

“Try not to start a revolution of your own before I get back!”

You pursed your lips, keeping your head tilted to the door.

“Looks like we’re going to need more vodka”

You swung your head to him, unamused. He blew out a cloud of smoke, lounging back in the chair.

-

“How was she?”

“Like her sister”

Tommy laughed, taking the cigarette as it was handed it to him. They walked back to the car at a pace.

“You look almost shaken, Michael”

“Two fucking hours we argued – half of it in a language I don’t even speak. Who knows what she was accusing me of?”

“You seemed to enjoying yourself”

“She’s crazy – both of them. I think she might actually be worse than her sister”

“No, you don’t Michael. Not if you knew her”

“She’s crazy. She’s-“

He took the cig back, taking a deep drag. He hadn’t looked at Tommy the whole time, and he smiled down at him as they both leaned against the back of the car.

“She likes you”

“How the hell-“

“Tatiana said, when we were coming down the stairs. We could hear you screaming at each other”

He furrowed his brow, turning to meet his eyes for the first time.

“What?”

“Apparently if she didn’t like you, she would have just left the room. Or killed you. Doesn’t have much patience to speak off. No, you held her interest”

“Screaming at me for two hours is interest to her?”

“They’re bored, crazy Russians in exile. It’s best not to question things too much”

-

You turned the corner to descend the stairs and cried out in frustration.

“Tania, no!”

“Sister! Come”

“No! Not this again, no. Why are there more of them?”

She laughed and turned over her shoulder to look up at you.

“Brothers, I told you. Come on, come down. I need you. Come, come”

You sighed, rolling your eyes up to the ceiling for a few moments.

“Fine, but I want another necklace when this is done”

“Of course”

You made your way down the stairs, pulling an obviously fake smile on.

“Gentlemen, welcome. Michael, also to you”

The rest of them laughed, looking over at him and smiling teasingly.

“Pleasure”

“Not likely for you, although, perhaps. We will see”

“Shall we”

Tatiana lifted an arm to show which way to go and they began to file off into the other room.

-

“Sister, I’ve never known you to be shy”

“Tania, shut the fuck up”

“Girls”

You sighed and rolled your head away at your aunt’s scalding tone, biting into your cheek. She nodded to Tommy and he started to explain to the others. You sighed as he spoke, dropping your head back. When Tommy snapped his fingers, you walked over to the other side of the room, dropping into the chair.

“Not going to help?”

“No, I trust your judgement”

You and your sister shot each other with sarcastic looks as the men started stripping down. You raised a brow as one of them hooked his hands behind his head.

“Well, I admire his enthusiasm, if nothing else”

She shot a real smile your way this time as her and your aunt circled them. Michael was taking his time but wasn’t stuttering the same way the older man was. Tatiana paused by his side, running her eyes over him before looking over to you obviously, trying to tease you. You flipped her off where your aunt couldn’t see and she smirked back to you.

He looked back over his shoulder at you, not impressed with the situation and you made sure to keep your face straight and bored as you shrugged at him. You stood and ran your hand lightly across his back as you passed him. You didn’t need to see whatever wind up Tatiana was going to throw in next.

-

“Thought you didn’t smoke?”

You rolled your head back to blow a cloud of smoke up into the cool air.

“Avel is a bad influence”

The man sat next to you on the wall laughed and took the cigarette from you, turning back over his shoulder as he took a drag to follow Michael’s movement towards you. You laughed as well, blinking away the burn in your eyes.

“How are you enjoying your first true taste of our decadence?”

He didn’t reply but you heard the flick of his own lighter before he stepped over the wall to perch beside you. The warmth of his arm covered your side and you appreciated the balance you felt now, between the men.

“It’s everything I imagined”

You smirked at his flat tone, trailing your eyes over the horizon still.

“Wondered why I couldn’t find you inside”

“Aw, Mikhail. Were you looking for me?”

“Familiar faces”

“Ah, well. I tend to leave them to it after a while. Hard to talk to people when they’re busy. And I do love good conversation, do you not remember?”

You smirked over at him and Avel laughed with you. He brought his free hand down to wrap around your thigh, trailing his thumb over the plane of skin there. You saw Michael lower his head slightly at the movement and quickly turn to stare straight ahead also.

“This the boy Tatiana-“

“Oh, shut up, Avel. Not you as well”

“She said only good things”

“I doubt that, she lives to piss me off”

“As if you don’t do the same thing to her?”

You brought your elbow up to rest on his shoulder.

“They’ll never saint me, that’s true”

He laughed as he exhaled, the smoke jumping as it fled into the sky. He leant forward to openly stare at Michael, who stared back. You rolled your eyes, stuck between the men.

“Oh, button up. There’s plenty of me”

Avel rolled his eyes to you, tongue in cheek, and you winked at him. You swung your arm up to wrap around Michael’s shoulder and he flicked his eyes to you.

“Although, knowing Avel, it won’t be me we’re sharing���

He flicked his eyes back and forth between you and you laughed at the confused and concerned look.

“You-“

“Are not fucking each other. He’s just affectionate and we’ve seen enough of each other to no longer care”

Michael nodded, to himself more than to you, and looked away.

“These people make me laugh. They’re cute, like dolls you play with”

“Your sister thinks the same”

“Oh, don’t I know it. She’s having more fun than she’s had in years”

“Are you always talking about us when you speak Russian or is Tommy just paranoid?”

“Mostly. Are you always speaking of us when you speak in…whatever it is?”

“I don’t understand that either”

“Ah, then you are more like us than you would wish”

Avel smacked him hand down on your leg and rose, dropping the butt to the gravel.

“I’ll leave you to it, then”

He winked down at you and you kept your eyes to him as he moved off. You brought your leg up and over the wall so you were straddling it, facing him. You tucked your knee behind him and bent your head almost to your shoulder, looking him over.

He turned to you and ran his eyes over you as well. Taking in the fall of your hair, the span of skin at your thigh, the strap of your chemise falling lower on your arm. He opened his mouth to speak before swallowing the words and looking back to flick the ash off his cig.

“I am sorry for my sister this afternoon”

He looked back but didn’t say anything.

“She likes theatrics. What did she do after I left?”

“Nothing I can speak of in company”

You licked your lips, lifting your head, and humming.

“To you?”

“Arthur”

“He is the…”

You lifted your hand to scratch under your nose and he laughed.

“Yes, that’s him”

“Ah, sometimes I forget words. And I do not know a lot of phrases yet…you will have to teach me phrases” you blinked at the soft smile he gave you, looking over your face “So to Arthur - but not to you?”

“No, not to me”

You nodded again, rolling your lips between your teeth. You tilted your head again, lips parted but no words coming.

“Why not me?”

“Hmm?”

“Why would it matter if she’d done something to me?”

“I don’t want her to touch you”

“Why not?”

You pulled your lip up, shaking your head as you looked away.

“Do not be so stupid, Mikhail”

He took another drag, inhaling through his nose.

“My name sounds good in your voice”

You flicked your eyes down to his lips and back, smirking again. You pushed your foot against the floor, standing, and lifting it over the wall to move in front of him. He tilted back and looked up at you confused as you brought your hands up to the straps of your chemise and began to pull them down your arms.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s only fair we see the same of each other, no?”

You dropped the silk to the floor and pulled your chin up. He flung himself up and covered you from view of the house, making you burst out laughing as he swung his head around and back, around and back.

“Put it back on”

“No!”

“Don’t-what are you doing?”

“I told you! It is only fair that we should both-“

“I don’t need you to…fuck”

You laughed again, flicking your hair over your shoulder and stepping to him. You ran your hands up either side of his chest and he was almost breathless. You understood why this was so fun for Tatiana.

“You-fuck”

You smiled up at him, tucking your lip between your teeth, and tilting your head.

“What are you so afraid of, Mikhail?”

“Standing on the front lawn with a crazy naked Russian is definitely high on the list”

“I am not naked, I still have-“

You reached down for the waist of your knickers and his hands flew out, trapping your fingers between his on the lace. You laughed again, pushing yourself against him and he swore under his breath.

“I told my sister I wouldn’t fuck you but I’m considering changing my mind”

He shook his head, but he was smiling and letting out breathy laughs.

“How much vodka have you had?”

“Hardly any”

“I doubt that”

“You want to check?”

You pushed your lips to his and he slipped his hands from your sides to the small of your back, lifting you up to bridge the gap between you. You wrapped your arms across each other, so your forearms were flush with his neck and melted into him.

You heard your name shouted from above and threw yourself back, glaring. Tatiana was hanging out of the window and by the look of her you knew her and Tommy had been having their own fun.

“Tatiana! What the hell-“

“Well done, sister. Finally, you relent. How is he?”

You scanned your eyes over the front of the building, your mind clicking.

“Are you in the chapel? Did you fuck him in the chapel? Are you really-every time I think you’ve excelled yourself, you show me up”

“Are you going to fuck him in the garden? You surprise me! My shy little sister. No, I am impressed! Truly”

You fumed as Michael bent to pick up your chemise, handing it to you. You snatched it away from him and threw it over your head. You tucked your hands under your hair and swung it free of the garment, keeping your eyes up on Tatiana’s smile the whole time.

“Goodnight, Mikhail”

-

You crept down the stairs into the dark, only a few lamps dotted about illuminating the house. You dodged passed the unconscious people where they lay on your way to the kitchen, rolling your eyes at some of the sloppier ones.

You stepped down into the kitchen, reaching for a glass, setting the tap to work. The flick of a lighter swung you around and you almost dropped the glass before you realised who it was.

“Mikhail, you scared the shit out of me”

“You’re learning phrases”

You settled back against the sink.

“I saw your cousins go to bed – you did not join them?”

“Didn’t really know where to go”

“Wherever she went”

“Who went?”

“Whoever. There are enough to choose from. You were not interested in any?”

You lifted the glass to take a drink and he kept flicking the lighter, his arm stretched out in front of him on the table.

“One”

You lowered the glass and swallowed.

“Well, you should have followed her. Unless she was already taken. Though – you could always have asked, we are nothing if not willing to share what we have”

You tilted your head and he smiled lightly at your sarcastic tone, referencing your previous arguments.

“Crazy fucking Russian”

“Pretty little Englishman”

“I’m pretty?”

“Very. Very pretty face”

He smiled fully and lifted himself from the chair, tucking his lighter into his pocket. He moved towards you and you stayed leaning, rolling your head around. Your face dropped as he got close and he floundered a little.

“Sorry – I…was teasing, I didn’t-“

You shook your head at him, smiling softly.

“You didn’t offend me. I just…” you sighed, lifting your hand and wiping it over your face. He took the glass from you and put it on the counter behind you, running his hands tentatively against your arms.

“I told myself not to get attached to this place. To the people here. I knew I wouldn’t be going home but…the longer I’m here, it’s getting harder, not easier.

And I told myself that I would not get close to people because something else is going to come to take them away. A sickness, or a change, or a revolution and I-am saying lots of things that I should not. But you were right, I have had vodka”

He let out a breathy laugh and wrapped his hands around your upper arms, rubbing his thumbs over your skin.

“Are you saying you like me?”

“I am saying…maybe you are not as abhorrent as I thought you first were. Fuck being coy. Yes, I think I do”

He smiled and you blinked back at him.

“I can’t believe you stripped off on the lawn”

You laughed, the tension broken.

“At least for me to do it was my choice, I am sorry about-“

“No. But perhaps next time we’ll be inside,” he tilted his head down to you, lifting his brows and you shrugged “and it’ll be just us. Yes?”

“Yes”

“No more sisters and aunts and cousins”

“No”

“Your English is regressing, we’re back to no phrases, no sentences, what next?”

You slapped his face playfully and he grabbed at your wrist, smiling down at you.

“Come to bed, Mikhail. Perhaps it’s better if there is no sex. But affection, yes?”

“Yes”

-

The date of the double heist was fast approaching. You and Michael were travelling back and forth between each other’s houses for meetings, and dates. Tatiana was thrilled that her intuition had been right but concerned that you were getting in a little deep with what she had thought only to be a fling.

“You think he will stay with you?”

“You think Tommy will?”

“No, but I went into it knowing that”

“And I went into this knowing what I know”

“And what is that?”

“That he is a good man”

She scoffed at you.

“Oh, sister”

“I know he is not a good man, but I mean as good a man as I will find. A man who is good to me, who likes me and treats me well, and does not care who I am or where I am from. I have a freedom that I have never felt – is that not what you always taught me to seek?”

She looked over you, crawling closer to you on the bed.

“It is. I am glad”

“I do not want to go to Vienna”

“I know. I never expected you to”

“I will come see you but-“

“You do not have to explain yourself. Never to me”

You shared a look and you linked hands together.

“Does he know about the plan?”

“Tommy has told him”

“Have you discussed what happens after?”

“No”

“Do it. Do not leave it to then. You must know and you must plan. I did not teach you to be passive and hope for the best, I taught you-“

“To forge the path I walk. I know”

-

You pushed up from your stomach, supporting yourself on your forearms and swinging your legs up into the air.

“You think we’re heartless?”

“I’m having déjà vu – haven’t we had this conversation?” he put a cigarette between his lips and bent his head to his chest to light it “Oh no, wait. You just shouted at me a lot, I remember”

“I did not shout at you. I had an argument with myself while you sat looking smug. I remember”

He smiled, turning his head to you. He ran his eyes over where your hair fell loose on your shoulder.

“I don’t think you’re heartless. I think you’re fucking crazy, both of you. But you clearly love each other a great deal. You’re capable of it, at least”

“Do not tell Tatiana that, she will tease me mercilessly. You still trust us?”

“I trust you”

“That is stupid of you”

“How?”

“You trust a woman who admits she is going to screw over her own family. What is to stop me doing the same to you?”

“I have a pretty face”

You laughed, running your tongue over your teeth, and leaving it pressed to the edge of your lip. He watched the motion, blowing out smoke.

“Why are you doing it?”

“Double crossing them?”

“Yes”

You sighed and turned from your stomach to your side, supporting yourself on your elbow and running your hand over his chest.

“My uncle is weak and my aunt is vicious. I admire neither. My sister…Tania is strong. She had to be. For both of us. I was young when my parents died, she cared for me. Taught me to be strong too.

The revolution was not the first time we lost everything. It is why I was so angry with you for questioning me for holding on to what I have. I hold on to life because I know what it is to lose it. I hold on to things because they provide a security I have experienced the loss of. We don’t apologise for being selfish if it means we survive. Tania taught me that”

He turned behind himself to stub the cig out and you crawled to sit on his stomach. When he turned back he moved his hands up your thighs, tracing a finger on each side. He gripped around your ribcage and looked up to you.

“I understand that. But - your uncle and aunt took you in?”

“Out of obligation. They care very little for us, really. As much as we are useful to her, especially. My uncle is a lapdog and my sister is a whore. That’s how she sees them”

“How does she see you?”

“As a useless reminder of the dead sister whose name I bear”

He looked down for a moment, nodding to himself.

“What will you do?”

You shrugged and quirked a brow, sarcastically.

“Live lavishly”

“I mean – you can’t stay here. Once it’s done”

“Why not?”

“Won’t they…”

“I will leave the house but…I have had enough of running. Besides, I quite like it here”

“You hate it here”

“Ehh...it is warming with me”

“You’re warming to it”

“Do not correct me”

“You told me to”

You shook your head and bent to meet his lips, tugging lightly with your teeth.

“Where will you go?”

You groaned, dropping your head to his shoulder.

“Can we not just fuck again and have done with the conversation?”

“Is that how it’s going to be?”

You pushed up from his chest, tilting your head at his smirk.

“You popping in and out – running off once you’re done with me without so much as a ‘how do you do?’. Am I your mistress now?”

“Well, you have such a pretty face”

You reached up and grasped his cheeks between your thumb and forefinger, and he near about growled, turning you over and pinning you under him. You laughed and wrapped your legs around his waist as he dropped his forehead to yours.

“This is how it is going to be”

He hummed and you smiled up at him, flicking your eyes around his face.

“You assumed I would stay with you…why?”

“Because of my-“

“Pretty face, yes, of course”

You both laughed and he lifted his head a little, shifting so he was leaning his weight on one side, his free hand in your hair.

“Will you?”

“Yes. I think I will”

“You don’t want to go with your sister?”

“There are boats and trains. I could be with her in a few days. Besides, she will not settle there. I know my sister. She gets bored easily. She will travel. I will visit. We will write”

“Won’t you miss her?”

“We have been apart before, we survived. And there are boats and-“

“Trains. You will visit”

“Yes. We will”

His lips tugged when you traced a hand down his cheek and you felt yourself mirroring the action.

“Besides, Tommy exports, does he not? Maybe he will need someone on the continent for a while? We can get a dacha. Of sorts…I do not know…a-“

“Summer house”

“Yes! Summer house”

“Thought you didn’t like the heat”

“We have summers in Russia, Mischa”

“Do you?”

“You think we live in the snow all year, like hibernating animals?”

“How do you not know ‘I’m warming to it’ but you know hibernating?”

You lifted and nipped at his ear playfully and he pushed you back down with shoulder, you giggling all the while.

“I’m still learning phrases! I told you! Besides, we have summers. I wish you could see the winters, Mischa. The winters are harsher.”

“So are you. When did you start calling me ‘Mischa’?”

“Now. And was that a compliment or not?”

“I haven’t decided myself yet”

You smiled at him, lifting your hands to weave into the carving of the headboard.

“You want me to stay?”

“I want you to stay”

“I want to fuck”

He smiled on one side, not quite a smirk, and shook his head when he laughed. You bit your lip as you smiled and knocked your knee against his hip.

“What the lady wants”

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92 Truths

I was tagged by: @chairdelenazade​ (thank you sm, this was a welcome reprieve from studying!!)

Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 92 truths about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you.

I tag: @sassy-smolder​ and @dearelena​ and anyone who wants to do this :)

Since this is really long i’ve put all my answers under the cut!

WHAT WAS YOUR Last drink: Juice Last phone call: my mum <3 Last text message:my dad Last song you listened to: Kamikaze by Susanne Sundfør Last time you cried: i literally cried today because of a textpost about kaz and inej..........

HAVE YOU EVER

Dated someone twice: yes.... Been cheated on: no Kissed someone and regretted it: yes Lost someone special: Yes Been depressed: no Been drunk and thrown up: ugh yes

IN THE PAST YEAR HAVE YOU Made a new friend: Yes Fallen out of love: yes Laughed until you cried: Yes Met someone who changed you: Yes Found out who your true friends are: yeah Kissed anyone on your followers/following: No

GENERAL How many people on your tumblr do you know irl: no one :( Do you want to change you name: no, i actually like it, the only thing i would change maybe is from julie to julia, since i think it sounds so much better?? What time did you wake up today: 6.30 am, had an exam today, didnt get ANY slepp literally What were you doing at midnight last night: prepping for my exam What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: my insecurities with the way i look (omg exactly the same answer as you) What are you listening to right now: come on by mikhael paskalev (wow im shoving a lot of norwegian songs at you hehe) What’s getting on your nerves right now: the fact that Jake peralta is going to jail for 15 years???????? im crying Nicknames: Jules or just Julie Relationship: Single  Zodiac sign: gemini Pronouns: She/Her Favorite tv shows:  Ughghghghgh dont make me choose, like tvd season 1-4 (i can stretch to say season 6) is my all time favorite, but right now i want something funny so i’ll say b99 School:  right now school is killing me, but when it’s not finals season its okay (i go to college, i study to be a construction engineer) Hair color: dark blonde i think its called?? Long or short hair: long (i’m actually so proud of how long my hair is hehehe) Do I have a crush on someone: kinda?? i’ve literally never talked to him but he is sO HANDSOME I DIE What do you like about yourself: i kinda like my hands Tattoos: no, not yet at least

FIRSTS First surgery: my wisdom teeths First piercing: My ears, and i also got a belly button piercing when i was fifteen but i dont have it anymore

First sport you joined: does horseback riding count??

First vacation: uhmmm how am i supposed to know that like literally, but the first time i want abroad i was almost 7 years and we went to the Canary Islands First pair of trainers/sneakers: literally??? dont??? remember???

RN Eating: Nada Drinking: Nada  Listening to: Someone who’ll get it by Highasakite (I SWEAR I’M NOT LISTENING TO NORWEGIAN ARTISTS ON PURPOSE) Waiting for: friday nIGHT WHEN I’M DONE WITH ALL MY EXAMS AND I’M OUT CELEBRATING WITH MY CLASS!!! I CANT WAIT!!!! Wanting kids: i guess some day in the future but definitely NOT now Career: i guess i dont have one rn :( but im studying for one

WHICH IS BETTER Lips or eyes: ughh bOTH PLS BUT OKAY I’LL CHOOSE EYES Hugs or kisses: DAMN THESE QUESTIONS IM A SUCKER FOR BOTH, ummmmmmm i’ll go for kisses Shorter or taller:  Taller Older or younger: Older Romantic or spontaneous: romantic i think Sensitive or loud: Sensitive Hook up or relationship: Relationship definetely Troublemaker or hesitant: ashasjsaj a mix pls???

HAVE YOU EVER Kissed a stranger: No Drank hard liquor: Yes Lost glasses or contacts: No Broke someone’s heart: Yah :/  Been arrested: No Turned someone down: yes Cried when someone died: Yes Fallen for a friend: Yes

DO YOU BELIEVE In yourself: on some accounts i do, on others i dont Miracles: Yes Love at first sight: No Santa Claus: No Kiss on the first date: If i’ve been pining after the guy then dEFINITELY, if not then just maybe

[vampyjoong]

In Your Dreams

Anon request: New follower cz I’m such a sucker for soulmate AUs ughh its addicting. Can I request for a Joshua soulmate au(the one where you see everything in their perspective when you sleep and you have a vague idea of each other if asleep at the same time)? Thank u!!

i am not American but for now i am basing the start off the fact that there are slightly different timezones in America (i don’t even understand how thats a real thing but apparently it is :\ oh well)

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your dreams always seemed a bit strange to you when you were younger

you were a boy playing with his family

sometimes you and the boy would be playing in a field

you never questioned it

you and the boy would have conversations when that happened, and it would just be simple things about who was your new best friend at kindergarten that day and what you had for dinner

you never really though about it much

Joshua would always be thinking about the girl in his dreams always the gentleman

would sometimes tell his parents and they would always smile knowingly at each other

never told him, decided to let him figure it out

you told your parents once when you were ten, told them about your best friend who lived in your dreams

they didn’t think much of it until your gran brought up soulmates and if you knew about yours yet

your father thought about your friend

your mother was oblivious

your parents had a very deep talk that night about the boy of in your dreams

the next day they asked if you knew his name

nah you never really talked about that you just kinda talked about your day

so the next time you saw him, you asked him

and his name and face was heavenly

jk only his face was, he tried to say his name but he said fricklesnakle by accident

mildly annoying but you came up with nicknames for each other

you called him gentleman obvs

he called you jagiya cos he’s a sweetie pie

sometimes he taught you some of the essentials in Korean and you taught him your favourite things

as the years went on, the times he spent sleeping grew lesser and you saw him less

when you did see him, he looked at you with his heart breaking warming smile and would apologise so much

and suddenly he wasn’t there at night anymore

you saw things through his eyes yeah but it wasn’t the same

you didn’t have anyone to talk to at night and you had no idea how much it would effect you

joshua was devastated but he was also doing something he really wanted to do

he moved to south korea to become a trainee in pledis after he got casted

whenever you slept, you saw through his eyes, and saw him training with a bunch of other guys

he was always training when you slept and it looked exhausting both physically and mentally

whenever josh slept he saw you going to your education place and work place and thought that that itself seemed exhausting 

sometimes one of you took a nap while the other was sleeping and you almost cried when that happened because you haven’t heard his voice properly in so long and you missed his stupid smile and his stupid eyes and his stupid personality 

sometimes when you slept you would hear him talk about you to his group of friends

cos he taught you Korean through the years you understood most of it

and once he called you his love

it shook you up because you realised that yeah you might just love him too

so the next time you were both asleep you tried to tell him that

but the words wouldn’t come out

not cos you couldn’t but because you couldn’t

because when Joshua looked at you with that smile that made you want to cry because it had so much emotion in it

and when he looked at you with those eyes that made you fall deeper every time you looked too hard

it fills you with so many emotions and too many thoughts and none at all

he stripped you bare but built you up

it wasn’t fair

life wast fair, you loved the boy in your dreams who lived halfway across the world

and when joshua saw you slowly fade back to the real world with such a sad look on your face he was helpless

he tried to talk to the guys about it but they didn’t know either

he had to dwell on it during the day cos he had to go to practice

so the next time you saw him, he asked but you didn’t have an answer

so you made up some bs about how your aunt adopted another cat and she already had ten so you were as a collective worried about how she was doing

somehow he believed it 

so you went on about your life with the knowledge that you loved him very much

you also still never found out about seventeen

i mean, you knew that your gentleman was training a lot and it had something to do with him and his very large group of friends

you just didn’t know what else there was to know

josh didn’t want to tell you because he didn’t want you to think any different of him

he tried to make sure he didn’t really have concerts while you slept or he just signed it when it couldn’t be helped

you somehow never saw him in the middle of a concert

and when you saw a few posters of a band called seventeen coming to your town

you didn’t think much of it

after all you see things like that all the time

it was the day before the concert

you and gentleman had been sleeping at the same time recently somehow, and you had talked to him all night

Josh didn’t know what town was yours but he thought it had to be around somewhere

and when he went for a walk and to get some coffee, he didn’t expect to see you

walking along the street looking like an angel fallen from the sky

feeling someones eyes on you, you looked up

and there was an angel standing across the road

his hair was lovely and pink, falling around his face

his eyes were hopeful as they looked at you

his lips were turned up in a smile so bright you lost couldn’t look at it for too long

“holy shit”

not the best start

once you realised what you saw you blushed like a goddamn cherry tomato

joshua thought it was adorable

he crossed the road and stood in front of you 

sweet lord he was even more beautiful up close

words can’t do him justice he’s so handsome I’m in love guys

when you reached out to touch his face, there was a flash of light

you were blinded, and so was he

and so was the coffee shop owner looking at the whole scene 

you recovered quickly and were awestruck

he was still beautiful

you introduced yourselves shortly after and walked around for a bit

he told you about seventeen and how they had a show the next day

you wanted to meet them cos you had seen them in your dreams as well and they seemed funny

so you walked back to where they were staying and got into the elevator

he was so cute standing next to you

so you grabbed his hand and held it gently

well slap my tits and call me george he was already in love

when the elevator opened, josh told you to wait around the corner so he could collect everyone into the largest room

took about 5 minutes cos some people jeonghan and his soulmate were napping and refused to get up but they eventually got up

he came back round to collect you and when he did, he found a small bundle of nerves

i mean you’d seen them before when you slept but that was through someone else eyes how could you meet them all at once

joshua took your hand and told you it’d be fine, you could do this, he would be right next to you

so when you walked in, still holding his hand, the room erupted in cheers

another girl in the gang

just hit me there would be 26 people if they had soulmates

after you’d met everyone properly and everyone had went back to their rooms, joshua sat you down and asked you about your aunt 

you had completely forgotten about that

and it was kinda obvious

he dropped it thankfully

until a few months later when he asked your mother dear about it all

you only had one aunt and she was married and allergic to cats

your secret was out

you took him aside and gently confessed to him

he smiled and returned the confession

so cute

your dreams were filled with the memories of you two (and also normal dreams fINALLY)