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keeps-ache · 2 years
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mysticmellowlove · 10 months
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yan streamer being delusional
a/n - bro i need someone to pick me up, tell me why i had three back to back assignments and it's the end of the semester. STOP PUTTING ALL THE ASSIGNMENTS AT THE END OF THE SEMESTER!!! also I'm getting there with the requests! swear to god I'll put more stuff out soon, i want to leave these stupid lab reports behind and get back to fucking submissive men.
warnings; gn reader pronouns, yandere behaviour, yandere streamer, yandere male, sub yandere, kinda a joke but not really, not edited at all
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If fifteen year old you were to look into the future you probably wouldn't have liked what you saw. As a freshly graduated student with a bachelor's degree the whole world expected you to be some professional business partner but here you were... modding for a popular twitch streamer.
In all honesty it wasn't that bad, and the environment around job hiring was insane at the moment anyway. You wouldn't have been able to find a job even if you tried. The streamer paid well enough, especially considering all you had to do was flag underhanded and inappropriate comments. It was lucrative... for someone who didn't have a home loan to pay off.
A sigh left your mouth as you watched the chat scroll by. You had been watching this guy before you even got a job underneath him, sometimes background noise was good while you were studying. His content had taken a turn from those quiet streams where he talked about daily life to what he was doing now though. Now he was much more popular and he played only the newest games.
Did you wish sometimes he would go back and check up on his old game profiles? Yes. Did you care enough to suggest that to him? No. Life moves on.
Your eyes trained on a particular comment, distasteful as usual, and you got rid of it. Flagging and banning the commenter so your streamer could look into it later.
"Thank you Sugar." Your lips pursed. The job pated well, the content was interesting and you didn't have to leave your home. The chat filled up with heart emojis and kissy face emojis. Some of them were even customised to look like your discord profile picture (designed by the other person who had seen it; the streamer himself).
There was just one downside, both the streamer and his chat were weirdly into you. Or you as a mod you guessed. Still, you didn't mind it, at least not usually. Human interaction was good, even if it was through a screen.
The rest of his stream went well, thanks to the effort of you and the other mods. As soon as the screen had closed you pushed your chair make and groaned as your stretched your muscles out. It was pretty late and you were kinda hungry. There was a little restaurant that stayed open later than usual on the ground floor of the apartment building you lived in but the quality was questionable.
After deciding that your stomach was going to eat itself you threw on a jacket and grabbed your wallet before leaving the apartment. It would be nice to get some furniture soon. University debt couldn't last forever right?
As soon as you left your apartment the sound of someone coming down the stairs made you turn your head. The exact second you looked at them though your head snapped back to your door. Eyes wide, mouth open... that was the streamer! Your mind ticked, did he live here! In this shoddy building with the rates too high for what it was? But he was... relatively well off. His room was decked out in those fancy led lights and he had a really comfy-looking chair. His PC set up was apparently wild from the small glimpses you had gotten and yet he lived here. In the same building as you did.
It was in that moment that something clicked in your mind, people had lives outside of the internet. A resolute nod made you finally leave your doorway and join him on the trek downstairs. Half the time on the way down you wondered in he thought you were trailing him, the other half was spent wondering if he was hungry too.
There was no way he knew it was you though. You were faceless online and even though you knew him there was no way anyone would peel that information from you.
"Hey, I like your sweater." Your face went white as you saw him stop at the bottom of the stairs, a boyish smile on his face. Your sweater... his merch. Your lips pressed into a thin line, the world was playing with you today. You cracked your knuckles, this could go two ways.
"Yeah, haha... nice stream tonight boss man." His eyes widened. Tonight was just supposed to be you getting off from work and then grabbing some food. You had an interview tomorrow and yet here you were revealing yourself to your employer.
"You're one of my mods! It's nice to meet you in person, I can't believe I live in the same building as one. You getting food as well?" You guessed it wasn't all bad. Talking with him like this reminded you of his old streams, when he had only a couple hundred viewers.
"Yeah, crazy right." You commented as the two of you made your way to the restaurant. Since it was so late at night there wasn't a line to get take away so you made it through in record time. In the restaurant and even on the way up you chatted with the streamer until he basically dropped you at your door.
Before you went inside he asked you one more question, which one of his mods were you. After you have him the answer and watched him walk away you went inside and began to eat. Today wasn't as bad as you thought after all.
His door slid shut with an audible click as he gently rested his food on the counter. What were the chances that he'd meet his favourite person of all time tonight? His beloved mod, Sugar. A short wheeze left his mouth as his smile spread into a wide grin.
He didn't know what it was about you but just getting to know you before he hired you made him feel giddy. You two were a match made in heaven. You had wit, jokes and a kind side as well. Basically you were everything he had ever wanted and more.
And you lived in the same building as he did.
Now he had an excuse to talk to you outside of the work you did for him, he'd be able to get to know you better. Maybe he'd even manage to make you fall in love with him just as he had for you. Just thinking about it made his heart flutter and his blood run hot. His cheeks grew warm as he forgot all about his late night dinner. Instead, he wobbled over to his couch and fell onto it.
Your profile picture had been of a stereotypical soft edit, a practical joke from your friends that you hadn't bothered to change. He was ashamed to admit that he had jerked off to the picture before, sometimes he even took your chats out of context and used them to fuel his fantasies.
But, you looked nothing like how he thought you would. He was expecting some sort of catfish who went onto discord to try and get middle-aged men to give them money (he hadn't minded that fantasy either, there was something so hot about not being able to freely do anything without your partner's permission.) but you were completely different.
You were a burnt-out graduate just like he was.
Soon he found his hand resting on the outside of his underwear, pretending it was your hand. Would you be soft and embody your online persona or would you be so pent up that you used him to your content? His hand tightened in response to his thoughts, sending a wave of pleasure right to his stomach.
A short groan left him as he closed his eyes and stroked. He pulled his clothes down and circled his tip, trying to keep his hips still as he envisioned you sitting before him.
He finally had a face to the name and now his imagination was running wild. Was your skin unblemished? Did you have tattoos, what was the colour of your underwear. His heart beat faster as he realised he'd finally be able to find all these things about you out. You lived on the floor below him, he could sneak in anytime he wanted!
Maybe he'd take some of your clothes, dress himself up in them and pretend that you were making him parade around as some sort of doll. Did you own any toys? He'd take those two and revel at the closeness. You had used them on yourself...
He swallowed, it was getting harder to breathe. His hand worked furiously on his cock, the sensation more punishing than pleasurable. Surely that was what you would do if you found out about all the dirty things he had thought of you doing to him.
As soon as he had started he found himself cumming. His mouth dropped open in a silent scream as the pleasure rocked through his whole body while he came down from his high. As soon as he was able to calm himself down he shut his eyes and grinned.
This was going to be fun.
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ghostlybroskies · 2 months
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 A shoddy laptop sits on a fold out table. It’s got some old recording stuff plugged into it, a dusty microphone sitting at the edge. Dave really isn’t too sure what he’s doing. He couldn’t find the words to write out, and he’s not really feeling up to showing his face to a random blog on the internet yet. So-audio time. Bringing it back old school style. He had tape recorders as a kid, copied down his thoughts there and shit. Most of those didn’t survive in his childhood home. Now, let’s see…where to start? He could treat this like an audio diary, maybe. Spill his guts to the internet in hope of answers. How seriously should he take this??? After some procrastinating the blond hits the record button. If he keeps overthinking this, then he’ll never get shit done. Just start spewing shit Dave, you can edit it later. Dave: Alright ghostlybroskis, we’re back on the air. Or the mic. This isn’t live. Dave: Fuck. Whatever, it’s fine. Dave: I know my last post had a lot of y’all confused, but don’t worry, it was just a lil audio error, haha. Dave swivels closer to the desk in his chair, crossing his legs in the seat. It was a lie. The audio he posted was 5 minutes of him talking, but it uploaded with just straight silence. Got a lot of questions about it, and it took him a while to work up the nerve to address it. His audio has been doing that a lot lately. Just cutting out completely as if he’s not even there. Gotta love it. Dave: It was an experimental audio, I guess. Like a dog whistle kinda thing I saw online and was like oh shit I should try that, that would be interesting. Dave: But it didn't work, so I’ll probs just delete that shit later. Declutter the old blog. Dave: I got some questions in since the last post, so I guess I’ll answer them now? Dave: As a recap for anyone new, just call me your local ghostlybro, whatever the username says. Dave: No, youre not getting my age or my real name, this is just a side blog, I ain’t tryna be all that serious. Dave: And I’m also not a ghost expert. Just sharing some weird experiences on here, kinda lookin’ for answers, but not expecting much, so. Dave: Let’s get into answering some of these bad boys already. //Ask blog is now open!! This is a paranormal-ly humanstuck AU, where Dave died and came back to life danny phantom style. He’s got some weird ghost shit happening to him, recently moved in with his older brother Dirk and his partner Jake, who both work as paranormal investigators! Just a fun lil side thing. Dave’s blog is an anonymously run one by himself, and Dirk and Jake don’t know about it. They don’t know about any of the weird shit happening to him-but Dave literally just. Disappears sometimes and freaks himself out. Sees ghosts and ghastly shit daily, is starting to hear shit, and on occasion something touches him and he almost double dies. Trying to pretend he doesnt hear or see anything if something is around him, but damn waking up with shit in the corner of your room is fucking gnarly. Will occasionally post art with it too! Got low energy so can’t do an art reply with everything-but I’ll do it when the inspo strikes!!
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ringworks · 2 years
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Running this thing through Google trans as fast as possible here so idk how accurate this is but something about Mikuni using multiple illusions with Liliy's powers to create a deep fake to outwit Tsurugi. Doll was seemingly his moms. I think given to her by her husband as a gift but also maybe as magical disposal or somthing maybe c3 just wanted to get rid of it idk (I don't understand what it's trying to say here. But since we don't know the timeframe maybe he gave it to her to act as substitute for whatever about Jeje that causes his eves to go crazy? So that she would be less effected?). Lily is doing all this for Misano and wants the ceremony to succeed for the sake of a better world.
Edit: Okay so checking Google again it says a boy spun hair to make the doll and then it came into C3 hands and then was given to Mikado's wife. The only boy we know who does that is Youtarou but wouldn't he be too young? Maybe not. Idk his age but he's older then the main eves and known Gear for a long time so...I guess. What is even going on.
I feel like I should also note the first couple of pages have Mikuni speculating about if humpty dumpty broke then maybe there is a way to put him back together agian. Lilly also has a last line I dont understand at all. Google translates it as earl underground???
Outside of this shoddy translation I noticed the room Touma is in has a bunch of keys on the wall. Could he be in the Iroi's house or a relative of his? Also hamsters.
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Was there a thing about Iroi having hamsters/gerbils or am I making that up? Edit: Yup its iroi's home. And they are hamsters. 🐹
This chapter is too short for my heart and now we have to wait another month. I find it questionable if this series has the guts to really kill off its characters, but if it does as much as it's gonna hurt I honestly kinda hope it does. At least my already favorable opinion of it would go up. It would increase the stakes and just I like it when there are consequences for actions. As sad as it might turn out to be. For now I'm still speculative. I am very worried about Nico tho.
Idk about what's going with now Lily looking okay as well. I assume this has something to do how we've seen old man demon core old child and then normal pride later on just like lily here but lily able to transform from demon core to normal lily? So many unanswered questions. I am rambling, pardon me.
Regardless if Tsurugi really is dead or not. This chapter has hurt my heart. 💔
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ryukang1995 · 5 months
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Mortal Kombat movies ranked (from best to worst)
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1. Mortal Kombat (1995) - the best
The movie may be PG-13, and it's definitely showing its age (especially in regards to the FX), but it's still a fun movie with a great cast, entertaining fight scenes and a truly amazing soundtrack.
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2. Mortal Kombat (2021)
I actually don't mind this one. Sure, it has pacing and editing issues, but the FX, casting, fight scenes and fatalities keep it afloat for me. It can be much better, but it also can be much worse.
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3. Mortal Kombat Legends: Snow Blind
The best of the Legends animated movies, though that may not be saying much since it has such a weird choice for source material (seriously, Kano's MK11 ending?!). Still, the movie manages to make the most out of it.
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4. Mortal Kombat Legends: Scorpion's Revenge
I actually felt this one was kinda overrated. I mean, it's okay, and it does have plenty of gore, but the fight scenes were basic, and the way they handled the lore and characters left a sour taste in my mouth.
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5. Mortal Kombat Legends: Cage Match
I simply don't care for this movie. I hate Johnny Cage in these animated flicks, so why should I care about a movie where he's the main hero?
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6. Mortal Kombat: Annihilation
I know some will question why I didn't put this as the worst, but while this really is an awful flick, at least I can laugh at the movie for how such a shoddy production can be released in theaters. Plus, it has a great soundtrack.
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7. Mortal Kombat Legends: Battle of the Realms - the worst
A "film" that doubles down on everything we all criticized other MK movies for, and manages to squander the franchise's potential worse than the NRS timeline ever did.
That's all for now. If you disagree with any of these rankings, it's all good.
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nebulousfishgills · 10 months
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Emily with Henry and Emily with Caius please, I want to see where all the differences lie...
5, 7, 10, 11, 20, 26, 32 (idk if Twilight vampires can get drunk but just pretend), 38, 40, 46
Thanks for the numbers, bestie! I would have answered this sooner but I got rly busy all of a sudden lol. Also I knew answering this ask in full would take a while.* Anyways, two ships so we're gonna do two sections... so you bet your ass I'm adding a cut.
I'll do the tiny text as well to save room... and one meme/shitpost each for the lulz (featuring shoddy edits of FC Olivia Cooke as Emily) because I don't know where else to post these lol... I have many more beyond this if you're interested.
*It did, I was working on this for like, two and a half hours, probably longer...
Emily and Henry
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5 - Do they argue often? If so, what do they argue about?
Honestly, I can only think of one time off the top of my head where they had a really serious argument, and that was their famous "you're just being paranoid" "you're getting sucked in by these weird vampire people" fight. Other than that, maybe the occasional friendly squabble as kids over who cheated at chess and the like.
7 - How often do they say 'I love you?'
That depends on where in the timeline we are. When they're still trapped in the lab, very infrequently since they don't want Brenner suspecting they could be involved together in any way. When they sneak into each other's rooms, sure, maybe a couple times, but that doesn't happen that often. Post Upside-Down Banishment, I think the habit of not directly saying I Love You kinda carries over, but since they're more free to do and say what they want, it does happen a bit more frequently. They show love in other ways.
10 - Do they share any hobbies or interests? How do these things bring them together?
Their mutual desire to reshape the world and dislike of the human race lol. But in fairness to the question, they both like to draw, especially when they were the experiments and not the orderlies. They both like drawing what they see and what they hope to eventually see in their so-called perfect world. I have a headcanon that Emily keeps a sketchbook on her, even when she's poking around the high school in the Overworld. It's full of landscapes, portraits of Henry (partially so she remembers his human face), the occasional erratic Mind Flayer doodle, and the drawing of the Creel House she did as a child is taped to the inside back cover.
They also both have an appreciation for nature, both in the Overworld and in the Upside-Down. You cannot convince me otherwise that they don't play games with Demodogs and Emily hasn't given every single one of her bats names.
11 - How do they feel about nicknames/pet names?
This is an interesting question because I've thought extensively about this. When I was originally conceptualizing their dynamic, I just could not for the life of me figure out what pet names they would hypothetically use. Henry just didn't seem like a guy who would use terms of endearment like that (or in general, Henry using pet names just doesn't seem right to me)... and that's when I realized their names are the terms of endearment. They've both had their names stripped away and replaced by numbers, taking away their humanity. That first step of trust between them was sharing their real names and covertly using them when Brenner wasn't around. Their names are very important to them, so calling each other something other than their names feels wrong... so yes and no?
20 - How do they comfort each other when one of them is upset? Is this method of comfort effective?
The surefire way to get Emily to calm down/relax/chill the fuck out is to play with her hair. This is one of the few traits of hers I passed on from myself. Maybe it's a reflex from having it shaved at one point, but many a time, Henry has just finger combed her hair or scratched her scalp to get her to calm down after god knows what kind of shit happened. Henry probably learned to braid hair so he can just braid and unbraid her hair when needed... maybe he learned it from Alice?
Henry's not one who usually needs the comforting since he... I don't want to say let's things slide off his back, but it's more like he simmers until the pressure cooker just explodes (ex. The incident of September 8th). But if I had to take a guess, I could see Emily just performing some kind of physical contact, usually a hug, hand squeeze, or small kiss to just ground Henry back to reality. They're both very touch starved and Brenner's rules don't help at all, so they have to get that shit in where they can.
26 - What sacrifices do they make for the other?
Alexa, play 'If You Love Me, Let Me Go' (or whatever the song's title is).
No, but in all seriousness, I feel like they both have had to sacrifice many things for both each other and for the advancement of their goals. Emily in theory has a shot at living a somewhat okay life with the 'friends' she's made (Eddie doesn't need sarcastic quotes, they're real friends despite what Emily herself may think or not) on the Overworld since she can get up there, yet she chooses not to, prefering to spend more time in the Upside Down with Henry since for multiple reasons, he can't leave.
I don't want to say Henry's the more dependent one of the two (he is), but it's hard to pick out any one thing Henry's truly sacrificed for Emily other than the previously alluded to "letting her go" thing compared to what she's given up for him. In reality they both mutually gave up a lot of things for their goals like their humanities (nameless numbers aside).
32 - Do either of them drink? Who's the lightweight/who's the caretaker?
Canonically it's been stated multiple times that Emily doesn't drink or do drugs (she berates Eddie for it constantly) because a scrambled mind means she's disconnected from her abilities, something she especially hates after Brenner's Soteria implants. Henry's probably the same way.
But for shits and giggles, let's do a hypothetical. Henry's a much lighter weight than Emily would be. I could understand how someone could see him as an angry drunk, but I think Henry just blubbers and essentially behaves like a sad, wet cat. Emily can and would drag him home and let him cling to her while he lets it all out. I think Emily would be the more aggressive drunk. I can see Emily getting into a bar fight and Henry (or Eddie since he was probably the one to drag her there) having to pull her away and then be forced to deal with arguably something worse than a drunk Emily: a hungover one.
40 - Do they have any regrets in their relationship?
As far as getting and staying together, no. They'd have lost their minds without having each other to rely on. But I think on occasion Henry regrets not warning Emily about what really went on in the lab when Brenner was persuading her to stay. They wouldn't have bonded or even formally met if so and who knows where else little orphan Emily would have ended up otherwise.
And I think once or twice they moreso regret not being able to have the relationship they really wanted, away from the lab and allowed to grow naturally. They're both steadfast in their hatred of the human system, but I'm positive they've both at least entertained the fantasy of having met as kids at school, falling in love in the real world in the 'proper' way, and then living in the Creel House as a real family unit after they had Eleven/Jane/Elaine the way they should have. It's the "In another life, I would have liked doing taxes and laundry with you" trope, just an incredibly angsty variant of it because even if they had that chance in circumstance (aka no lab to imprison them in), their views on the human system would prevent that almost entirely.
46 - Do they consider the relationship casual or serious? Is the answer different depending on who you ask? Why?
There's no question that they see this very seriously; it's all they have really. There isn't anything casual or normal about the kind of bond they have with each other. As I said, I think Henry's more dependent on Emily than the other way around, but they're both extremely attached to each other. Their relationship is the most important thing to them at the end of the day, even more than their goals because their plans may fail, but they will still have each other...
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And on that admittedly ironic note let's move on to...
Emily and Caius
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5 - Do they argue often? If so, what do they argue about?
Honestly? I don't see them arguing much since more often than not they're virtually on the same page. Maybe it's not so much arguments as it is "one of them is being stubborn and the other has to get them to do what they're supposed to." Emily's usually this hypothetical 'stubborn' one, though, because she's still the same Emily who likes to rebel against the system (even if now she's part of the people creating it) and tries to get out of her, quote, "stupid duties." She's a... we'll call it a free spirit. Nine times out of ten this means Caius has to bribe her in some way to handle her responsibilities, not that he minds that, I don't think.
7 - How often do they say 'I love you?'
The cool thing is they can say it in many different languages to keep it interesting. I would say often, but not to the point that it could be considered annoying to others. They don't do that cheesy "I love you" "I love you more" "I love you most" bullshit (unless they're actively trying to be annoying because someone's being an asshole about boundaries... Aro). But they say it enough and can show it via other means without verbalizing it.
Caius says it out loud more often though because Emily's lacked affection aside from Henry for her entire life. That touch-starved insecurity about being able to receive proper love is just part of who she is. She's frozen in time with that insecurity and Caius makes it a point to pick up that slack to remind her that she can and is loved.
10 - Do they share any hobbies or interests? How do these things bring them together?
🔥Arson🔥
In all seriousness, though, once again art is a connective tissue. I don't know how this headcanon started or got so widespread, but people say Caius is a painter (and I'm obsessed with this idea) and Emily still draws. They teach each other their prefered mediums, so Caius has helped Emily learn to paint while she introduces him to the benefits of having a simple sketchbook and pencils for capturing moments.
I think there's also that shared love of learning and sharing stories since Emily's been locked out of the world at large for most of her life save for the books she read when hiding in the library when she was homeless. I headcanon Caius as a history buff (especially when it comes to wars and general combat because we all agree the dude's a warrior, full send) and Emily just likes hearing all these accounts and events since there's just so much she doesn't know about the world. "I wanna know about the strangers like me." That, and she likes hearing the myths, legends, and stories that come with that.
I like to think that a popular story that Caius grew up on, then passed on to Emily to become her favorite tale is the story the original God of War games told (since I fuckin love that franchise so let me have my easter eggs). She never gets tired of hearing about Kratos' journey.
11 - How do they feel about nicknames/pet names?
Emily's general philosophy on pet names stays largely consistent. She doesn't really call Caius any cute names very often, maybe in front of other people to put up a more sickly sweet front once in a while. She moreso uses terms of endearment in a mocking/sarcastic way (there's a perfect example that comes much later on in Necrosis, but for spoilers' sake I'll keep that to myself. Emily uses nicknames sometimes, occasionally calling Sulpicia simply "Picia" and she refers to Athenodora as "Thena" since Caius called her that or Dora since her name is a bit of a mouthful.
Speaking of, on the other side of it, Caius' favorite pet name for Emily is Agapé, or one of the Greek words for love. Sometimes he calls her 'love' or 'my love' in English and some other languages. Once in a while he'll call her a queen in various languages (since technically she is). I think it's just another way Caius hammers home his affection for her, a la what I said for bullet point 7. Though, sometimes Caius calls her by her name when he needs her attention for something important or serious (like to snap her out of a frenzy for example). It's like a softer version of the dreaded "Middle Name" when you're in trouble.
20 - How do they comfort each other when one of them is upset? Is this method of comfort effective?
Again, the go-to for calming Emily down is her hair. But since her traits are exemplified because of her transformation, full physical contact is also a viable option. Sort of like what I said for Henry, a hug or kiss will work magic. I hesitate to say cuddles because that's too soft a term for these two, but that will also work. I think it's because Emily was a bit touch starved as a human, and that only got magnified.
Caius has a very... notorious temper. The smallest things can set him off on a bad day. Usually Emily just lets it happen because a) it's never directed at her and b) she has a superiority complex over those that temper is being directed at. But sometimes she knows Caius' hissy fits help nobody and all she has to do is just grab and hold his hand. Maybe it's not so much of a "calming" move as it is a "keep it in check" move, but in essence it's the same thing.
Again, for spoilers' sake I'll keep the details to myself but there is a point in Necrosis where Caius get a slightly different kind of upset. In that case, Emily knows giving him space is the best way to start before she gets him the "cuddles but we're not calling them cuddles because we're not cute, we're angsty chaos vampires."
26 - What sacrifices do they make for the other?
I mean... Emily sacrifices her life in more ways than one. She's literally an undead creature now, but further than that, she gave up the life she'd known for like, 25 years, the first person to show her love and the first friend she'd ever had. She willingly goes against her dislike of the institution of marriage for Caius and the life and family he provides.
Emily's my character, I'm allowed to make fun of the decisions she makes at my behest.
In some ways, Caius only made gains when he got with Emily since he got a woman that really understands and enjoys being around him rather than just eternally moping (like some people...) and raging after Thena died. But bringing Emily on board means that there's eventually a lost of stability, something Caius and the rest of the Volturi value. Again, I'm being vague for secrecy's sake, but Emily makes waves and it's gonna hurt when they crash ashore. I don't know if you would count that as a sacrifice rather than the probably more accurate term, a consequence, but it's not in Emily's nature to let things stay smooth all the time and things can and will get ugly.
Not for them and their relationship, mind you.
32 - Do either of them drink? Who's the lightweight/who's the caretaker?
Unfortunately, as you inquired, alcohol doesn't affect vampires. In fact they can't really drink it cause they'd have to cough it up since they can't digest anything that's not blood. Emily still hates the idea of drinking regardless.
But again, for shits and giggles, let's have fun.
Emily's still probably an aggressive drunk, but I feel like since she's more open now, she can also be a bit of a flirty drunk if her mood was right. She's (somewhat) less of an angry person compared to when she's a human in Hawkins. I don't know how super clear I've been on this, but Emily's a horribly repressed bisexual disaster, so despite the fact that she's married to Caius, when drunk I feel like she'd lose her inhibitions and will probably make a pass at Heidi especially or Chelsea (maybe Sulpicia if she's out of it enough). Either way, it's kind of amusing for Caius to watch, but eventually he gets her attention and cuts her off to get her back to their room, even if she's complaining the whole way or getting really handsy with him.
I don't see Emily as a light weight exactly, but compared to Caius she seems like it. The man would be able to hold his alcohol and extremely well at that. He drank Greek wines as a human most definetly, probably on the regular, so he'd have a high tolerance from that alone. To me, Caius reads more like a guy who would do small glasses of whiskey by the fire with Emily curled at his side (as opposed to others in the coven I could name who get absolutely sloshed constantly having downed many bottles of god knows what). But if Caius were to get drunk, similar to Emily I could see him getting more aggressive since he's just Like That in General, mostly just hurling swears and insults unrestricted or throwing something across the room until Emily just gently gets him back to their room till he sobers up.
...honestly I don't think it's wise for any of the Volturi to get drunk because I don't see it ending well in any way.
40 - Do they have any regrets in their relationship?
Caius, no, not in a million years. He's very happy with Emily and considers himself incredibly lucky she came into his life. I feel like he understands how important Henry was to Emily, but only to a point since it seems like she's thriving with him and his wacky family/coven, faring so much better than when she was with Henry. Is it selfish and egotistical of him, absolutely. But he'd never ever go as far to suggest Emily's better with him across the board or that she shouldn't have been with Henry at all because that's just not true.
Emily was frozen in time when she was still in love with Henry. She already left him before she was turned, sure, but that love didn't go away the second she did that, and it wouldn't have for a long time. So for as long as she will live (probably several thousand years), a part of her heart will always be his and his alone. As a result, sometimes she misses him, sometimes a lot. Sometimes she even questions why she left him, wonders if he found his own happiness after the fact, worries if her leaving him led to him dying, oh god, don't let that be the case...
Emily tries to not go down that train of thought because then she's asking questions she doesn't want, have, or need the answers to. So, I would say once in a great while she gets in her head about if she made the right decision/regretting her choice, but she can't help it.
46 - Do they consider the relationship casual or serious? Is the answer different depending on who you ask? Why?
Serious. Very serious. Again, I have to reiterate Emily doesn't like the institution of marriage and yet she agreed to fully commit and marry Caius. That, and I sure hope it's serious since casual relationships don't come with the kind of influence and power Emily gets... although I will say it went from Casual to Serious extremely quickly.
Revenge Sex to Marriage Speedrunning Challenge.
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More scrapped content and stuff you would struggle to see in normal gameplay.
Again, there are dead bodies in this one.
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I would desperately like to take a nice aesthetic pic of this room, specifically because of the cool spooky fog. (Connects Tallon Overworld to elevator to Root Cave, which in turn connects to Magmoor.)
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However, freelooking past the HUD causes... issues. It turns out that said fog was implemented in a manner I can best describe as “deranged”. It only fills the precise rectangle that you can see through the HUD.
Literally no other room in the game is like this. I can only assume this was an early one made when they were still figuring things out and it was just left like this. After all, you would. never notice normally... I can probably find a way around this, so if it turns up in the queue someday don’t be surprised. But it is weird.
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When not menacing you, Magmoors chill underneath the lava vertically like this. It’s... kinda silly-looking.
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One of the dead Marines (Echoes would not let me scan, but she’s M. Angseth) has a black visor, instead of the usual blue. There is also a swarm of flies around her face.
On top of just being unusual, the flat black looks bad, so I thought there might be something weird going on underneath. Sure enough...
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...clipping past the black as best I can, there’s a very low-res dead face texture underneath.
Given how shoddy it is, I’m guessing the face was hastily blacked out to make the game a little less dark, as even at this resolution the effect is somewhat... grim. Especially with the flies. (As mentioned, other ordinary Marine corpses have nothing beneath their opaque blue visors.)
Correction: All the marines have this texture??? Seems I didn’t have the best grasp of freelook controls last time I checked. It’s just really subtle. You can just barely see it through the visor, even.
They did manage to sneak one dead guy into Corruption though. More on that later.
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Generally speaking in these games, if something is out of reach then it isn’t actually solid. But this ring around the Hall of Honored Dead - which, to my knowledge, ought to be inaccessible - is perfectly standable. Maybe it was meant to be used for something? Edit: It probably retains collision from being a part of the floor. Still, kind of neat.
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In Torvus Bog’s Great Bridge room, the water and some of the modeled environment (e.g. that trunk on the left) extend out of bounds. On the side facing the entrance to Torvus, the edge of the room’s box has been marked with fuchsia, probably for inscrutable 3D dev reasons. is fuchsia, because the texturemap’s empty spaces are in standard “nothing is supposed to be here” fuchsia.
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Also, while we’re out of bounds and looking at the back of a door- door frames may be hexagonal, but the actual door is round. (Or as round as you can get with the Gamecube’s polygon count.)
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The Light World version of the Temple Access corridor just beyond has two paths - a lower Morph Ball tunnel and an upper walkway. (And an energy tank in between, if you’re into that kind of thing.)
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The Dark World version, meanwhile, only has the lower tunnel. (Ignore the damage indicators, I have invulnerability on.)
...Or, does it? :)
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There are three ignitable safe-zone lights at the top, some modeling, and the animated spinny thing from the light world version of the door.
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You know, this frame. The dark world version is spinny and everything.
These suggest that, at some point, the upper walkable path was meant to be usable in the Dark World as well. Seems to have been scrapped, though. I mean, there wouldn’t be a point to it, except leaving after defeating the Chykkas and grabbing the energy from the Dark Temple.
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Also, the safe zones at either end of the regular tunnel are emanating from hidden staffs.
Corruption
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As it turns out, there is one prendered thing in this game, which is the ending cutscenes. This is not what 4x Resolution looks like. I can’t imagine that isn’t also the case for the Gamecube games. (Edit: Some of it is prerendered, a lot of it isn’t. This is the most prerendered you get, discounting . Um. You know. The other... metroid... game.)
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The credits, however, are not prerendered, so I can freelook in those too. For some fucking reason. Huge shoutout to everyone in these credits (except Yoshio Sakamoto)!
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This one is marginally more graphic than usual so I’ll put it in a link, but as mentioned, Retro did manage to include one uncensored human corpse on the Valhalla.
This is worse than the one in Echoes, but he’s tucked into a corner in a mid-game area, so I imagine those responsible for keeping the game T for Teen didn’t notice. In fact, probably nobody noticed, except weirdo corpse-examiners like me. It’s not even that remarkable, except when you remember that Metroid is (allegedly) a flagship Nintendo franchise.
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There’s some text on these screens in the Olympus. Anything interesting?
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“Ship frigate 1” on the left and “dgfdfg dfgbbfd” etc on the right. Nice... lore.
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Um... Maybe something like...
[bunch of words] people especially you because i know it’s not every.... is dfhdfbsd good for you everyday it’s good for you [absolutely cannot read] bring you [something] TP everyday it’s good for you [something]
Mmm. Tasty lore. Really meaningful.
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This one I had to flip since it’s backwards ingame, but it is the only screen that has real text, which consequently makes it much easier to read. It looks like a safety notice.
Exercise extreme caution when firing your guns inside ship, armour piercing rounds may penetrate hull’s [something something something] causing massive damage. Glass of observation decks is protected with emergency shutter incase of sudden decompression a [something] will fall from the ceiling and to you.
It’s not super professionally-written, but if anything that’s more realistic. (The Commonwealth spelling “armour” is weird from an American dev though.)
Almost certainly none of this was ever meant to be read, though.
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There’s not much interesting going on in the readouts on the bridge, but I would like to point out at the very bottom of one of the screens, it reads,
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“ONLINE OTHERBRAIN ACCESS READING 100″, There is an unused logbook scan which says some people call Aurora Unit 242 “Other Brain”, so it might be referring to her? Or maybe the fighter onscreen has its own mini-AU. Stop putting brains in things for no reason... Please...
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Speaking of horrible meatships, I just wanted to give a nicer view of the Space Pirate ship that rams into the Olympus during the attack in the prologue, because it’s really something to behold.
...It’s come to my attention that the planet labeled as “Pirate Homeworld” in this game has an actual name, Urtraghus. So from now on I’ll be using that.
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In the transit stations, I happened to fly through a cloud of the little bugs around the lamps, and realized...
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...that they aren’t just little motes of light. They have models??? And textures???
Given how tiny these are, and how high they fly, it is really unlikely you would be able to see any of this during actual gameplay. 15 years later, they are revealed... Let’s zoom in.
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Cute! The face resembles that of the Pirates from this planet. Could be larva, or just a related species. (Edit: the ingame filename is Pirate Wasp Mother, and the artist lists them as larvae in her portfolio. So Who Knows!)
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There isn’t really any figurative art on Urtraghus. Which technically makes sense, since it’s not temples and suchlike but military installations, but I was kind of experiencing statuary withdrawals and kept looking anyway, and well... This structure looming over the big courtyard looks like a very stylized head...? Maybe. There’s a couple similar structures around the planet, maybe this is as figurative as they get.
Also, this is a long shot, but if anyone has a MPT (or even regular Corruption) save in which you’ve acquired Grapple Voltage but haven’t destroyed the seed yet, I would appreciate it, as it’s proving difficult to emulate some of the necessary motion controls. If not I’ll go through and handle this planet on the Wii myself.
Thank you to bearborg for corrections and said save file :D
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To get a copy of Episode 129 of Detective Conan/Case Closed on disc, it was cheaper to buy the fourth DVD selection containing it rather than the original volume that it was released on, back when I was picking up the Japanese DVDs individually. (Which I do not recommend. If you’re looking to fill in the 124-753 gap of episodes not available on Crunchyroll in this way, go for listings selling entire season(s).)
So, I wound up purchasing DVD Selection 4, which contains the Ai Haibara-focused episodes that are 129 (her introduction) and 178 (the final part of the “Reunion with the Black Organization” storyline), instead of Part 5, Volume 8 (which has 129 only). And an interesting thing about the DVD selection is its back cover, where it’s got extra art of Ai and Conan that, most notably, features Ai all dressed up with a floor-length gown and scarf.
That Conan stands beside her wearing his usual suit and sneakers rather than anything more formal is a bit disappointing, but my first thought was that their outfits there reflect what they would have worn to the mourning party they’re (kind of) at in Episode 178, had they had the time and information to prepare properly for it. Because I gotta say—watching them just waltz into the event in their street clothes (pictured in the bottom image above, on the cover art for Part 7, Volume 5, which contains Episodes 175-178) couldn’t help but be a little painful to me. But I of course eventually realized that the DVD Selection 4 outfits aren’t exactly appropriate for a mourning party, either.
So, I have no idea why that art is there on the back of DVD Selection 4; I don’t think anything in Episode 129 would necessitate fancy clothes, either? But I found it cute! Look at them being snazzy together.
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mothwingwritings · 2 years
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Valentine’s Day/White Day/Date Scenarios with Baki, Katsumi, Hanayama, Jack, Retsu, and Biscuit. <3 (ꈍᆺꈍ)♥(❛ε❛⋆)
Hello everyone and happy (a little early) Valentine’s day!
I just wanted to write something sappy, mushy-gushy, sweet, over indulgent (with maybe just a hint of spice), so some of the Baki boys became my victims for it looooool. This is my first time writing a scenario type post instead of just a straight up fic, so if it seems kinda off that’s most likely why. That’s also why I picked a small-ish selection of charas as a test run.
Valentine’s Day has always been one of my favorite holidays and I get sad when people hate on it or say they don’t have anyone special to celebrate it with. :( If that is the case for you, dear reader, this year that’s a lie because all these damn Baki boys are your valentine this year. And me! Whether you want me to be or not, love you. ღゝ◡╹)ノ♡
IDK about where you guys all are, but it’s usually cold as hell where I am on V-tines day, so all these that mention going out and having fun you are either A. someplace warm or B. It falls under the ‘date that is not necessarily V-tines day’ category. Because I love you Jack but my ass would not be camping in Winter 彡(-L-彡)  
WARNINGS: Honestly it’s mostly just cutesy stuff but there is some mentions of NSFW (nothing explicit), maybe some shoddy editing (I apologize I grow impatient).
Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!~ ♡
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✧༺♥༻∞ Baki Hanma ∞༺♥༻✧
·         He is PUMPED to spend the day with you. Like, child on Christmas Eve night waiting for Santa to come level of excitement. He can barely sleep thinking of the adventure you two will be going on.
·         Offers the choice of date activity to you because he is honestly happy doing anything at all as long as he is by your side. Whether that be chilling at home watching a movie, or going out to a place of your choosing, he is game.
·         If you leave the decision to him he would pick a day out at a local park. He’d choose one with plenty of scenic walking trails that go on for several miles so he can get lots of quality time with you.
·         You help him plan a picnic, bringing along prepacked lunches to enjoy out in nature. He’s in charge of the main course and snacks, the dessert and drinks are handled by you.
·         On the day of, you trek for some time before you spot a secluded area near a wildflower field to set up. You get busy preparing the food while he gathers some of the random flora in the surrounding area to stick in a water bottle as the ‘centerpiece’ of your picnic blanket. He saves the largest and prettiest flower to tuck behind your ear.
·         You spend the next few hours just enjoying each other’s company. Sharing funny stories, divulging secrets, trying to decipher which birds are making what calls in the woods, etc. He revels in hearing you laugh, his heart at peace seeing you with such a carefree smile on your face. He finds the nature that surrounds you beautiful, but nothing can compare to your radiance.
·         After some time passes you both lay down on the cleared off picnic blanket. Nestled up next to him you rest your head upon his shoulder as his arm goes to wrap snuggly under your torso, keeping you anchored against him. You both drift off while cloud gazing.
·         You end up drifting off a little too long, your eyes blinking open to find the sun that was perched high in the sky previously, now sinking far below the clouds casting the world in hues of dark orange. You jostle Baki awake, concerned that you’ll be stuck out in the woods when it’s pitch black out. Unperturbed, he patiently helps you pack up all the left over supplies and helps load them on your back, all so that you have room to hop on his back. Securing your arms around his neck, he gets a firm grip on your thighs, lifts himself up, and BOOKS it down the path you came in on.
·         You are shocked at how fast he can go carrying you + luggage in tow, and are slightly concerned he may hurt himself or trip with the extra weight. When you express this to him he just laughs, doing some fancy footwork or jumping to show you it’s a breeze for him. Soon you are laughing along with him, pulling yourself as tight as you can against him. You press soft kisses to his neck and head that cause momentary blooms of red to emerge on his face. However, if you point it out he’ll play it off and attribute the cause being him running.
·         The date ends with the two of you picking up some late night snacks and crashing at your house. Snuggled up on the couch, contentedly wrapped in his strong embrace, you both have pleasant dreams as you drift off to sleep again.
✧༺♥༻∞ Katsumi Orochi ∞༺♥༻✧
·         He is going to go above and beyond to make this a date you will not forget.
·         Will have the entire day planned out, starting by taking you someplace exciting  and fun, like an amusement park.
·         Will spend the whole day dragging you from ride to ride, urging you to go on all the rollercoasters in the park with him. He’ll lightly tease you if you get scared, not so secretly enjoying basking in the attention he gets from you when you are nervous. He loves every moment of having you pressed up beside him, clinging to his arm, a cute little pout on your face as he pokes his fun.
·         He also loves taking you to the haunted house attractions for the same reason. Having you huddled up next to him the dark, regardless of if you are spooked or enjoying the atmosphere, is a treat for him.
·         He TOTALLY shows off by winning you every prize that catches your eye, no matter how ridiculous it may be. Ginormous stuffed animal you have no room for in your home, but is the cutest thing you have ever seen? Say no more, it’s yours.
·         He gets really into it if the game in question is a ‘strong man’ type of challenge, or games that require more skill than others because then he truly gets to show off for you (which just so happens to be one of his favorite things to do).
·         Is thrilled when you take part in any kind of competitive games with him in the amusement park arcade, but will NOT go easy on you. (Same thing for bumper cars, it’s kind of impressive how he can barrel through so many people just to keep smacking you over and over).
·         Stays the entire day with you until it starts to get dark. The park you go to has a nightly firework display, and you end the day of excitement enveloped in his arms, his cheek resting against your head as he holds you from behind, watching the sky explode in vibrant colors.
·         The next few days after that he will annoy everyone in the dojo gloating about how great the date was, flooding any social media he has with all the pictures he took, tagging and titling each pic things like ‘my babe <3’, ‘How did I get so lucky?’, etc.
✧༺♥༻∞ Kaoru Hanayama ∞༺♥༻✧
·         You are going to be SPOILED.
·         He contacts you ordering you to keep the date open because he has plans for the two of you, but no matter how hard you pry, he will not share any details.
·         He does however drop a hint as to how fancy of an evening it will be when a package arrives at your doorstep containing one of the most beautiful (albeit a bit revealing) outfits/dresses you have ever seen. Attached is a handwritten note from him instructing you to wear it on your date.
·         When the day arrives he has a limo pick you up, one of his most trusted men at the wheel to escort you to the nicest restaurant in town. Hanayama is waiting inside for you, the path leading to him littered in candles and flower petals.
·         The most elaborate part of the entire room may have been the heavily adorned dining table by which Hanayama stood. Your eyes fell from him to a take in the full spread of the finest champagne (and wild turkey ofc), various hors d’oeuvres, and even more flowers and candles that the table was decked out in.
·         This man is pulling out all the stops for you today, treating you like absolute royalty. He’s rented out the whole place so it’s just the two of you, your own little private oasis. As you make your way to the table, he meets you half way, scooping you up in a firm and needy kiss. Before it gets too intense, he pulls away, sharp eyes holding your gaze as he leads you to your seat.
·         Though you had no say in the menu, everything served to you was positively amazing. He may not outwardly show it, but he is absolutely delighted as he watches you enjoy your dinner. Your eyes sparkling up at him in the romantic atmosphere makes his heart beat fiercely in his chest, excitement coursing through him as if it were his first date with you.
·         Not to mention you look absolutely intoxicating in the clothes HE picked out for you. His eyes can’t help but shamelessly roam you whenever you shift a certain way, or excuse yourself to the restroom. He’s actively listening to everything you say, responding when spoken to, but as the meal drags on its getting increasingly obvious his focus has shifted to entirely different kind of hunger.
·         He grows impatient before you even get to dessert, ushering you out of the restaurant and back into the waiting ride to whisk you away to a nearby hotel. He’s all over you the entire ride, pulling you into his lap, hands feverishly running the length of your body in anticipation of what’s to come.
·         If you protest leaving early, he’ll reply he has something much sweeter planned for you than the restaurant could ever supply.
 ✧༺♥༻∞ Jack Hanma ∞༺♥༻✧
·         Since Jack has a habit of letting you decide the activities when the two of you are together, you make it a point to leave the details of this date up to him. You want to make sure whatever you end up doing it’s something he enjoys.
·         He picks camping, which in itself isn’t too shocking, but you begin to grow concerned when he mentions the place he has in mind isn’t a part of any campground, and overall seems rather remote and borderline dangerous to travel to.
·         He assures you that it’s OK, he been there plenty of times before and you are nothing short of safe in his presence. Regardless of your feelings on camping as a whole, he works hard to make sure he brings everything he needs to make the trip as accommodating and fun for you as possible. He wants you both to enjoy this.
·         The day of the trip comes and after traveling deeply into the wilderness, you finally stop at a clearing in the woods to set up camp. Though still on edge about being so isolated from civilization, you have to admit the untouched nature around you is incredibly lovely. The tree branches make a nice canopy above you, filtering out the harshest of the sun’s rays while still bathing you in a pleasant, warm glow.
·         You help him set up, though arguably he does most of the work. The whole time there is teasing banter between the two of you. You debate over if the tent is lop sided, where the best place to stash the food you brought is, the best method of keeping bugs from bothering you, etc. You bask in the time you are sharing with him, well aware of how rare it is to be around a Jack who isn’t overtaken by training. A comforting sense of tranquility washed over the two of you as you settle in, warmth blossoming inside you each time you get him to laugh over a silly joke you make.
·         After camp is set up, you come to realize how famished you are from the travel and the work you just put in. Offering to cook something for the two of you, a fire is started and you set to work preparing a meal from your supplies. You hum while you cook, taking brief pauses to look Jack’s way. More than once you catch him sneaking endearing glances your way, a small, content smile splayed over his usually stern face.
·         As you both enjoy the meal you so lovingly prepared, you carry on conversing about all manner of topics. When the conversation inevitably falls on your location, curiosity gets the better of you and you inquire as to how he ended up picking this spot in the first place.
·         He opens up that it’s a place his mom used to bring him to camp after she got out of prison. He had come to this location since he was a young man to not only train, but to find peace and solace when the path ahead of him grew daunting.  It was a special place no one else other than she and him knew about, and now he wanted to make it a place for you as well.
·         At a loss for words from his heart-felt answer, all you could think to do was make the move to huddle yourself against him. He chuckled as you sheepishly thanked him for bringing you someplace so important to him, wrapping his arm around you to pull you even closer as he tells you that he should be the one thanking you for coming.
·         That night you set up a large cot in a clearing not far from camp, away from the trees so you could see the night’s sky. Far from any city, the stars were as clear as you had ever seen them. The temperature had dropped considerably, but under several layers of blankets, tangled in each other’s embrace, the cold barely reached you.
·         You listened to the soft murmur of his voice as your lidded eyes grew heavier, the events of the day making you ripe for sleep to claim. Noticing your sleepy demeanor, Jack smirked, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead as your eyes fluttered closed for the final time that night. As you quickly faded, the last words you heard from his lips were soft, profound confessions of his love for you.
·         Everything felt perfect as he held you against him, speaking to you with such gentle reverence, that for a moment you felt you may already be dreaming.
✧༺♥༻∞ Retsu Kaioh ∞༺♥༻✧
·         Retsu Kaioh is a well versed man in many regards, but when it comes to the dating scene he’s a bit rusty. A holiday like Valentine’s Day is not something he has ever really taken part in in the past. But seeing that it’s a day that you are looking forward to spending with him, he asks for tips and pointers from people in the dojo with significant others on what would be a good date activity for this special day. He knows you deserve nothing less than perfection, and he’s a bit worried he’ll mess it up somehow.
·         It’s this concern that ultimately makes him go WAY above and beyond, and before you know it, you are en route to his home country for a whirlwind getaway.
·         It all happens so fast you barely have time to even question whats going on. One minute he is leading you someplace blindfolded after he told you to pack your bags, the next you are on a plan headed to China.
·         The first stop of the  ̶e̶x̶t̶e̶n̶d̶e̶d̶ ̶t̶r̶i̶p̶  date is to meet some key people in his life at the Bailin Temple. When you realize where you are going, you are overcome with nerves (this is afterall essentially Retsu’s family, you want to make a good first impression). Retsu constantly reassures you that all is well, anyone to have won his heart will be well-received and respected upon entering the temple.
·         To your relief he is correct. Upon arriving, everyone is very hospitable and courteous, extremely interested in meeting the person Retsu has picked as an SO. They have a welcoming meal set up for you as well, full of delicious dishes catered towards the two of you.
·         Later on after you had caught your breath and settled in a bit, you both bundle up as he shows you around the temple and surrounding area, pointing out areas of significance from his childhood into adulthood. Enthralled in the stories of his youth, you barely notice he’s leading you further and further from the temple until you reach an uninhabited foothill overlooking one of the most beautiful  scenaries you’ve ever seen.
·         Beneath you is a wide lake frosted over, bare trees scattered around it creeping up from freshly fallen snow, the lake valley nestled amongst various mountains and hills, a clear vibrant sky to top it all off. It truly is like something out of a dream.
·         Once the destination is reached, he scoops you up bridal style and plops himself down, nestling you close in his lap. He doesn’t want to just spend time with you, he wants to be fully focused on you. He spends so much time devoted to Kenpo and honing his skills he often feels guilty he doesn’t get to give you the attention he knows you deserve, and today is the day to make that up to you.
·         With your head against his chest, you feel the rumble of his words and his laugh as he speaks to you. You intertwine your fingers with the ones he has wrapped loosely around your stomach, smiling at his contented sigh when you snuggle yourself closer against him. You discuss everything and anything, laughing and reminiscing as the sky turns from bright blue, to shades of orange and pink.
·         With the sun nearly set, you begin to head back to the temple for the night. He smiles at you with sincere fondness in his eyes as you trail behind him, your hand in his. There is excitement coursing through him as he muses on how the night will proceed.
·         He doesn’t plan on ending the date until he has ingrained in you just how much he treasures you.
  ✧༺♥༻∞ Biscuit Oliva ∞༺♥༻✧
·         Much like Hanayama, get ready to be SPOILED.
·         Biscuit is a thoughtful man, and takes pride in memorizing even the little things about you. You mentioned off hand you really liked a particular scent once? He makes sure all his cologne’s now match that it. Stretch a few times too many to help get the kinks out of your back from an uncomfortable desk chair? The next day it’s replaced with something much more comfortable, etc.
·         So when he finds out one of your favorite performers is doing a live show on Valentine’s Day he knows what he must do. Always willing to go above and beyond for you,  he not only scores tickets the moment they go on sale, but a back stage meet and greet with them pre performance as well.
·         Unsurprisingly, you call him the moment you find out about the show, excitement buzzing in your voice as you relay the details. He plays dumb while he listens, smile growing on his face as you vocalize your hope of scoring at least lawn seats.
·         Alas, no such luck on your end. Later that day you come to visit him at the prison (you, of course, have special clearances for this ;)). Downtrodden, you explain after hours of you and your friends trying to load the site to buy tickets, by the time you got in they were already sold out.
·         He can barely contain himself when he sees you moping, heartbroken that someone you have been a fan of for so long FINALLY comes to your home town and you missed your chance to see them. Then and there, he wants desperately to reveal his hidden plans, both hating to see you in anguish and shivering in delight over the thought of being the one to replace your sadness with unbridled joy.
·         Although he does admit, seeing you upset does spark a certain desire within him. Envisioning you pressing your body so deliciously against him, tears threatening to spill from your beautiful eyes, a needy little pout you would fight to try and hide from his view tugging on your lips… That scenario wasn’t so bad, either.
·         Managing to keep you in the dark until the day of the concert, he surprises you by letting you know he’s on the way to pick you up, telling you to wear something comfortable but nice. You smile lovingly at him when he arrives, happy to not only spend the day with the man you love, but also figuring he has planned something sweet to help distract you from what you will be missing out on today.
·         He keeps quiet about your destination as you climb in the car. You egg him on to spill the beans, but even with all your efforts he won’t budge. He remains sitting stoically, the knowing smile on his lips aggravating you to no end as he hums pleasantly to himself.
·         Butterflies grow in your stomach when you start to catch on that the route you are taking is the same route to the concert hall. You don’t want to get your hopes up, but can’t help but become fidgety as every exit you take just brings you closer to the venue. Praying desperately that Biscuit is not just teasing, you shoot him pleading glances in hopes he will give up some indication of your final destination.
·         Just as you reach your breaking point of HAVING to know, he juts an envelope your way. Opening it with shaky hands, you gasp as your eyes scan quickly scan two front row tickets WITH backstage passes.
·         Your jaw nearly hits the floor. You are going to the show? You are sitting front row?? You are going to a meet and greet??? Was this a dream???? Instantly you felt light headed, the pure shock putting you on the verge of passing out. If it weren’t for Biscuit asking “Did I do good baby?” you may have done just that.
·         Unable to articulate the words to answer him, you fling yourself on him. Smashing your lips against his, eyes growing watery with tears of elation, you jumbled, unintelligible words of thanks spill from you. Biscuit was momentarily shocked by such an enthusiastic response, but was more than happy to reciprocate, deepening your kiss as he latched on to you fiercely.
·         The next few hours floated by like a dream. Meeting your idol, getting a picture with them, even getting to hug them, it was all so surreal. Following that with one of the best shows you have ever seen quickly solidified the day as one of the best in your life.
·         Worn out after all the excitement, you head back to the prison where dinner is waiting for you. In between bites, you alternate between gushing about the experience and thanking Biscuit, garnering amused chuckles and loving glances from the large man.
·         After you both eat, you get ready to retire early. Fresh from the shower you enter the bedroom. Startled by a sharp intake of breath, your attention darts up to Biscuit to find him sitting shirtless on the edge of the bed, his ravenous eyes raking over every inch of you. The off cadence of his breathing mixed with the growing red of his cheeks made him look almost feverish, his hands balling into tight fists in his struggle to restrain himself the longer he took you in. His voice came out in a breathy whisper, “God damn… Do you even know what you do to me, baby?”
·         You knew to anyone else, you probably looked like a wreck. You were exhausted, heavy bags under your eyes accompanying a slouch in your shoulders as you shuffled towards to bed, mismatched socks on your feet. You weren’t even dressed sexy, just throwing on one of Biscuits old shirts and some clean underwear to sleep in. But as your eyes met his you blushed under the intensity of his gaze, his drinking you in as if you were the most beautiful thing in the world.
·         A fluttering feeling formed in the pit of your stomach as you, in turn, took in the man you loved more than anything. Your eyes roved over his broad chest, thick arms, strong legs. Biscuit did so much for you; he was the person who made your dreams come true. As you both stared at each other so raptly, so hungrily, you felt yourself beginning to feel intoxicated from just his stare alone.
·         With renewed vigor, you sauntered his way. Crawling into his lap, you straddled his leg, leaning in until your lips ghosted the shell of his ear. You felt him quiver beneath you, a smile coming to your lips as his gentlemanly resolve was crumbling, his iron will straining against his deep desire to take you right then and there, ravish you until you were nothing but a blissed out mess beneath him. You wondered just how far you could push him until he snapped.
·         “Happy Valentine’s day,” you whisper coquettishly in his ear. A growl rumbles from his throat as you follow up your words with an open mouthed kiss to his neck, “I think it’s high time Mister Oliva gets a present, don’t you?”
*** The whole time I was writing Jack’s part I was like damn… Do they even make cots and tents Jack sized??? ^^;
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discoten · 2 years
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Hallway Breakdown (GI)
<Albedo, Scaramouche> <modern au>
When you have a panic attack in school
Warnings: description of panic attacks, insecurity, implied fem coded reader in Scaramouche’s, shoddy writing im kinda going through something rn lmao
Kind of OOC for both. I just wanted to write some comfort for myself rn. Not edited or read back. Kind of all over the place
Albedo
You can’t focus. You can’t concentrate
Your thoughts are running through your head like countless miles each second. All noise is amplified to an unbearable amount. Each slight physical contact feels like pricks onto your skin
The teacher is giving a lecture, his words pounding in your ears but you cannot understand what he’s trying to say. The breeze from the open window behind you spreads horrible goosebumps along your body. Your vision starts to blur
You grip your pencil tightly, staring down at your paper as you try to stop the tears from coming
You try to be subtle- to try to avoid attention your way- but the boy beside you notices
Albedo sensed something was wrong the very moment you zoned out. Being your seat mate and (what he considered) friend, he wanted to help
It was only the right thing to do. After all, he’s been in your position countless times.
A light tap was heard from your desk, the click of a pen. You saw an object slide into view and after wiping your eyes a bit you realized it was a piece of paper. A note
“Are you okay?”
Albedo watches as you meekly reach towards it, never looking his way. He watches as you contemplate replying. He watches as you scribble words down and quickly pass to back to his desk
“No. I’m not.”
His mouth turns into a frown as he looks to you once more. You’re turned away from him completely, possibly in an attempt to draw away his concern
The click of a pen turns you back a little.
“You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong if you don’t want to. But I hope things get better. I care about you”
You start to tear up at the last sentence, almost reaching your breaking point. It was hard to think that anyone would care. It was surprising to think that anyone actually did
You sit for a while staring at his words, fiddling with the torn corners of the note. Albedo doesn’t push it any further, instead choosing to keep a comforting hand on the side of your desk
The bell rings shortly after and the students disperse from the room. As Albedo packs up his belongings a tug from his sleeve grabs his attention and he looks towards you
You’re wiping your face as you say it, a smile- genuine yet strained- appears on you.
“Thank you… it means a lot that you care”
Scaramouche
You stand in the cramped stall of an empty bathroom. Hiccuping, you try to stifle your sobs by placing a hand over your mouth. Your head is pounding as you’ve just cried out every internal issue plaguing your mind
Even without a mirror you can tell that you’re in no condition to return to class. Your eyes are swollen and your face runs wet with tears
You check the time, 12:32. It’s been 20 minutes since you’ve asked to be excused and people were probably wondering where you were. If they even cared
Scaramouche doesn’t know why he’s doing this (a lie, he just doesn’t want to admit the truth). He called for a bathroom pass a while ago and was now knocking on every bathroom, hoping for a response from you
Sometimes he’d get shooed away by the people inside. Sometimes he’s walk away disheartened as there would be no you inside
You’re swiping at your eyes with crappy 1-ply toilet paper in an attempt to dry them. A harsh pound of the door knocks you out of your daze and you let out a loud “eep!”
From the other side, Scaramouche sighs against the wooden frame and closes his eyes before pushing through
“Y/n?”
You freeze at the sound of his voice. Your best friend- he was the last person who you wanted to see you in this state. An asshole who you know would make fun of you
“I can tell it’s you, you’re the only one who wears shoes like those.”
You stay silent and he deadpans, sighing.
“If you think I’m going to make fun of you I won’t. I almost got slapped in other bathrooms trying to find you here. So please, come out do we can talk.”
His tone is laced with a front of annoyance, hiding away his deep concern. You unlock the stall and meet his eyes. Scaramouche can feel his heart clench at the sight of your distressed state
Your swollen red eyes, your tear stained cheeks, the pain written all over your face. He doesn’t know what to say as the two of you stare at each other
Just knowing someone is looking at you makes you want to cry. But while it normally would’ve been out of embarrassment, you’re desperate for comfort from a familiar face. You’re desperate for something to keep you steady
You take a few steps and Scaramouche is hesitant to reciprocate, but one more look at you and all resolve goes away. He pulls you into a hug, rubbing circles into your form as you wrap around him tightly- sobbing into his shoulder
He lets you stay like that without speaking. He holds you tighter at certain points, primarily when he wants you to really feel like he cares- because he does
Once you’ve settled down a bit, Scaramouche let’s go to look at your eyes. He wipes a thumb on your cheek before speaking
“You mean a lot to me, stupid. If you ever need to talk to someone please come to me. I… I can’t stand seeing you cry”
Bonus
Once he sees you, Thoma hugs you immediately. His warmth envelops you comfortingly. His words share the same energy, saying that you can cry as much as you need to and he’ll still be there
Diluc sits next to you and wraps an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close to him. He rests his head onto yours and closes his eyes, trying to think of what to say. No matter what words come out though they all mean the same thing, you aren’t alone
Seeing you cry makes Gorou want to do so himself. He hates seeing you upset and immediately wants to make things right. When you say all you need is comfort, he’s happy to oblige and will lend an ear to your issues and troubles. His touches are soft as he assures you of your worth and meaning to him
Ayato sees your demeanor and frowns. He’s not the most genuine with words but he’s an excellent ear and is willing to listen to anything you say. He’ll offer his hand, asking if you’d like to go somewhere to talk. The smile on his face makes it hard to say no
Yeah idk what I’m doing writing this right now. I just needed a distraction. Sorry if it’s bad lol
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So, uh, I got excited with this ask
Anonymous said:
so what if, and I’m just spitballin’ here, you wrote a little something for Tomura, a jealous!reader x Tomura, perhaps? Ik there probably wouldn’t be an actual situation where somebody would try to steal him away or anything but just a little something on the reader seeing something that wasn’t what it looked like and Shiggy kind of reassuring her in his own special way? 😌 pls &thank you sm in advance, but you of course absolutely don’t have to write it if you don’t want to (: love your work!
Pairing: Tomura Shigaraki x Gen!Reader
Warnings: Adult language, angst, jealous feelings, mentions of past relationship and heavy petting, mm, imma say it’s rated T, for the teens and upper betweens
Word Count: 4387
Notes: Lol. I’m pretty sure this was meant to be like, a drabble or head cannon in your mind nonnie. Me, being me, I stretched it out into a freaking fic. I can’t shut uppppp sometimes. First time trying for a Gen!Reader, so hopefully it’s a thumbs up. Not beta edited, so any mistakes are mine, and mine alone.
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“O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-ey'd monster, which doth mock The meat it feeds on.” ― William Shakespeare, Othello
It’s been two months, two freaking months and you’ve hardly gotten two texts strung together, let alone a call, from Tomura. 
While he’s never been what anyone would call a frequent texter, your last message has sat, unread, on his phone for the last 3 days. You know he’s busy, you know he said he’s got shit to take care of, but you can’t help the angry pit of worry that simmers in your gut. He could at least tell you something. Like, hey, I’ll be out of touch for a few days, talk soon. Is that too much to ask? 
Apparently it is.
The two of you have always been a quiet item. Most of the League knows, or at least, heavily, heavily suspects. It’s not like you tried to keep it a secret, it’s just the way you both are. Besides, you usually liked how the arrangement worked.
You’d met him through your job. You worked with Giran as a courier of sorts. Sometimes you’d lug shipments back and forth, sometimes you’d make deliveries. It was one of these deliveries that introduced you to Tomura. He was quiet, sulking toward the back of the bar, but you’d managed to strike up a conversation with him as Compress double checked his requested items. 
He was waspish, sharp. At first, you worried that your questions had only managed to pissed him off. But then, just as you started to chat with another guy in the bar, a snarky fellow, who was covered in some serious, serious burns, Tomura tugs your attention back to him with a pointed question. 
“Can you tell Giran that you’re only one who’s permitted to transport the deliveries to the bar?”
That one query had started a landslide. 
You were summoned to the hideout frequently, practically on the daily after that. Giran just shook his head and asked you not to fall too deep. You didn’t know what he meant then. Two months later you understood his meaning perfectly. 
How could you not fall head over heels for this guy? Fuck, he was so desperate, so wanting, so fucking needy for you. God, you missed it now that you didn’t have it. After the Kamino incident, he’d called on you even more and you loved that you could help him. He honestly seemed, in his own, gruff way, appreciative. 
But, then he’d said he needed to leave the city. 
At first, your contact with each other had maintained some semblance of normalcy. You would text and he would reply. You could call and he would answer. Often, he sounded tired, strained, but every once in a while you could pull a laugh from him and all would feel right with the world. 
Now? 
Now nothing feels right and the only link you have to him is Dabi. He’s the only person in the League that’s responding to your emails or texts. Even Giran isn’t answering anything. That’s not normal either because Giran always, always answers. What the fuck is going on?
It’s starting to feel like you’ll never know. This is mainly due to the fact that Dabi is a shitty, shitty font of information. At first, you’d eagerly taken his calls and texts. In lieu of a tip, you asked him about this mission Tomura was on. He fed you vague, flippant, answers. 
“Tch, this again? I already told you, they’re all fighting this giant. It’s some pet of the doctors.”
“And like I said the last, oh, I don’t know, twelve times, giant makes no sense to me. Can you expand on that a little bit? Like, what the hell does that mean? They’re fighting a fucking giant. Is that supposed to be some kinda bizarro hint? Cuz’ it sounds like you’re giving me shoddy information to get me off your back,” you snap, placing your foot on his box of requested medical kit supplies. 
Dabi practically keeps you on standby now. The guy has gotten more aggressive in the last month, and the heavy price his fire quirk extorts on his body meant he needs a steady flow of burn cream, meds, stitches and pain relievers.
“Fuck, look, I don’t know how else to explain that fucker. I didn’t give a shit about boss man’s little mission to tame him, so the doctor and I worked out something else for me to do. I’m not around those guys right now, I’ve got other things I’m working on. Now give me my shit and get out of my face. Ask Toga about your little fuck buddy, I could give two shits about his well being.” 
“Why follow him if you hate him so much?” God, this asshole is such a prick.
Dabi considers you for a long moment, his vibrant blue eyes lingering on your scowling face. “He’s a means to an end. I’m just here to see this society fall to its knees. Boss wants the same thing, so, for now, this arrangement works for both of us. Now, if I have to ask you to give me my fucking shit one more time, I’m gonna’ singe you where you stand.” 
Sucking your teeth, you kick the box toward him and turn on your heel, slamming his door behind you. If he’s not going to be useful to you, why be useful to him? We’ll see how he likes it when you accidentally miss some of his shipment deadlines. 
You pace out into the night, shrugging your jacket up on your shoulders. If they’re so far out, if they’re fighting something that sounds like an impossibility, why not ask you to bring them some supplies? Why haven’t they reached out to you? 
As you wait for your train, you pull your phone from your pocket, your cold fingers resting against the glass. There’s a missed call from another contact, but no other notifications. You swipe over to your messages from Tomura. Your last text sits, still unopened, unread, uncared for, in his box. It’s not fair, you think, sliding your phone back and pressing your hands into the meager warmth of your pockets.
Tomura used to confide in you and you felt close to him. And not just in a physical sense. At first, the relationship between the two of you was just that, something that eased an itch. But you kept asking him things, liking the soft tone his voice could take on when he lost some of that anger. 
Then, he started to wordlessly ask you to stay a little longer, his arms wrapping around your bare form, holding you against his warmth. It was nice. It was so, so satisfying and now it’s gone. Is this his way of moving on from you? You would have thought that he would have said something. He’s never struck you as someone who hides from a confrontation. So why the radio silence? 
Another week passes and Dabi keeps calling. He’s practically got your entire schedule blacked out now with deliveries, upcoming shipments and transports. What. The. Fuck. It’s gotten so frustrating that you’ve started to waffle on picking up his calls, sending him straight to voicemail. 
“What kinda courier leaves their fucking name on their voicemail? Stop ignoring my calls, (Y/N).”
Yeah, he’s a real charmer. At least he answers your messages though. It’s better than nothing, you keep telling yourself, trying to ignore the gnawing, munching feeling of bitterness that keeps rising. Yeah, Dabi’s gotten to be such a constant in your life that your phone keeps recommending him as a new favorite. 
Would you like to add the contact: Dabi, to your favorites list? No, no you would not.
Then, suddenly, out of the blue, Dabi’s not answering you either. Your first, gut instinct, tells you that he’s likely annoyed with your spotty replies or he’s busy with...”Dabi things”. He’s always reminding you about the oh, so important “Dabi things”. ‘Don’t pester me with your shit, (Y/N). I’ve got something big I’m working on.’ 
But now? Fuck, now you’d kill to hear from him. 
There’s absolutely nothing. No response from Toga, Compress, Spinner, Dabi and most important of all, Tomura. 
He’d finally read your text. After two whole days had passed from the sent time stamp, he’d read it, and then opted to not respond. It stung. You can still feel that tightening emotion of dread, of abject hurt, that had radiated from your chest when you saw that he’d finally looked at your message and then just decided you weren’t worth his time. 
Yeah, after seeing that, the last few days have been nothing but a full tilt boogie of emotions for you. 
This must be a planned thing. Why else would they all coordinate their ghosting. He must have wanted to leave you behind and now, this distance has made it possible. 
He’s been changing a lot lately. 
Even before he left for this, whatever it was, he’d grown in confidence and skill. Fuck, he’d taken on a Yakuza boss and won. He’s becoming a leader, a competent force to be reckoned with. He doesn’t need you to bounce ideas off of anymore. A courier picked up at the start of his career isn’t a necessary piece to add to his collection. 
Yeah, chances are, he’s moved on. He’s out of your reach now and you can’t help the thoughts that rise in the back of your mind. What if he’s found someone else? What if he just got bored with you? Did you put too much thought into this relationship? Well, that question has kinda answered itself. You put way too much into this. You had planned for things, hoped for…
Your phone rings and the noise startles you out of your head. You fumble for your vibrating device and lift the screen up before swiping to answer the call. Oh, it’s Toga. Fingers shaking, you lift the phone to your ear and are so happy to hear her babbling voice. 
She tells you that she’s been meaning to call you, but, gosh, everything has gotten in the way. Plus, she took a bad hit in a fight. Oh, she’s ok, but it’s been a crazy week for her. 
As she chatters about some random series of events that you can’t string together, you let out a long sigh. That coiling that’s been building in your stomach loosens and you’ve never been so relieved in your life. There’s still a chance. Maybe he hasn’t decided to leave you in the dust. Maybe...whoops, Toga asked you something. 
“Deka City? No, I’ve never been there.”
“Oh good, well, I wouldn’t try and go now. Tomura sorta, mmm, crumbled it to bits.”
“What?”
“Oooh, and we’re part of a bigger group now…”
She tells you about something called Gigamantia and their new connections. Apparently, Tomura’s made another step up in the world. Now he’s leading something called Meta Liberation? What is that? It sounds kinda familiar, but where have you heard it?
Toga is winding down her conversation, her voice smoothing out. She promises she’ll answer your other texts soon and emails you a set of coordinates, saying they’ll see you there and clicks off. 
You lower your phone to your lap, biting back the grin that won’t stop spreading across your face. Ok, so, maybe you’re not as abandoned as you thought. Maybe they, no, maybe he still needs you.
******
You found the building alright. It was impossible to miss. This place is massive, fit for an army. The security is tight, so tight that you’d even been screened by a guard at the door. Once they confirm that you are who you say you are, and you know who you say you know, you’re permitted entrance.
Who are all these people?
As you enter the “meeting room,” which is really a space that looks like a concert area, complete with a well lit stage, you’re pressed into the mass of bodies. There must be hundreds of people here and there’s some hulking creature, dozing in the corner. 
Is this that giant Dabi mentioned? You totally thought he was making that shit up. And, wait, wait, is that a pro hero a few spaces away? What is this? Where is the League?
The overhead lights dim and your attention is drawn back to the sage. People are bustling around the elevated area and a plush chair is placed in the center. Looks like the show is about to start. 
A loud, booming voice announces the arrival of a man called Redestro. He must be that long faced guy in the motorized chair and, oh, there he is. 
He walks up slowly, it looks like he’s leaning on something, but you can’t see clearly. The crowd shifts around you and an inordinately tall man is blocking your view. Huffing out a sigh, you try to maneuver yourself to a better vantage place.
He’s seated now, his long legs spread out in front of him. Fuck, he looks both wonderful and terrible, at the same time. Wonderful because it’s Tomura, terrible because he’s covered in bandages and he’s got a brace on his leg. What happened to him? 
Your eyes can’t stop roving over him, trying to drink in everything. He looks like he’s on edge, his fingers clutching at a small slip of paper, as his good leg jiggles against the chair. Why...ah, he’s being introduced. Wait. He’s being introduced as the leader of the Paranormal Liberation Front? So...so all these people...this entire organization...is his to command? 
He clears his throat and you hear his voice for the first time in months. He’s halting at first, but as he continues his speech his tone deepens, strengthens, losing that early hesitation. He sounds good, powerful and confident. 
You tear your eyes away from him and give the crowd a quick glance. They’re enraptured. A few paces away you can hear people whispering to each other, their voices low, awed. 
“He took down Redestro…”
“He’s so young.”
“He’s kinda...I don’t know...handsome.”
“You’re right, he looks regal.”
That coiling, trembling feeling is making a strong comeback. It’s an ugly return and it makes your flesh prickle and cool. He’s left you in the lurch for months and now he’s become some sort of leader, of an entire, what is this...a cult? An organization? An army? How the fuck, would you know? No one, least of all Tomura, has told you anything, about any of this. 
When the address and introductions (the League had made a, uh, flashy entrance) are over, someone comes up and taps you on your shoulder. It’s another one of those security guards. She says you’ve been requested, the League wants to see you. 
She takes you past the stage and down a long hallway. It’s quiet back here and the silence doesn’t soothe your frayed nerves. You’re pointed to a large set of doors and you bite your lip before pushing them open.
Another large room greets you. This one is filled with plush couches, elegantly carved tables and multiple chairs. There’s so much to look at, you don’t even see them at first. No, you hear him before you see him. He’s talking with a tall woman, who is writing down what he dictates, her pen moving rapidly across her paper.
Fuck, you’ve missed his voice. 
It’s quiet now, a little hoarse from his speech and you want to step closer. He’s standing next to some large windows, his back turned to you. He hasn’t even noticed you. What were you thinking? He’s this...God, leader now. What are you? Just a nobody he met when he was still pounding the pavement, looking for anyone who could help their cause, their mission. There’s nothing for you here, he’s…
“(Y/N).” 
Your eyes snap up to his. Tomura has turned, one arm braced heavily on his crutch, and is looking right at you. His eyes are hooded, dark, you can’t get a read on him from here. You want to step closer, but that sickening feeling is falling, like a stone, into your gut. Despite your turbulent emotions, you can’t stop staring at him.
The thick bandages are off and his hair is longer, the white strands hang close to his collarbone now, gleaming and pearlescent. He looks, damn, he looks tired and...what’s that? There’s something dark on his hand, it’s black and it covers three of his fingers. Why is he wearing that half glove, oh, oh no. It’s not a glove you realize, horrified, it's a prosthetic. He’s lost some of his fingers. 
“It took you long enough, come here, (Y/N).” 
His voice has dropped an octave, lingering in that distant tone that he would use when he dragged his lips across your neck, rumbling and murmuring against your skin. He knew that you liked that, he knew that it would make you so desperate for him, your hands pawing at his shoulders, pulling... 
No. He’s ignored you for weeks, no, months. You’re not about to just fall to pieces at his feet, crawling and begging for him to want you. Your eyes latch onto his and you minutely shake your head at his request, fingers squeezing into your palms. 
The woman, noting the tension that’s suddenly entered the room, looks between the two of you, and abruptly makes herself scarce, her heels tapping against the floor as she walks to the door. Once you hear it close behind her you unstick your mouth, your tongue heavy against your teeth.
“Who was that?” you ask, your voice croaking, thick with disuse. You can’t help the question. It tumbles from your mouth before you can stop it. You’d meant to ask him something else, but the query just, pops out, angry and trembling. 
“I don’t know. One of Redestro’s cronies. Why-” His face scrunches abruptly and a wince of pain passes of his features. “Why does it matter?” He finishes, his hand gripping a little tighter against his cane.
“You didn’t have to send for me, you know. It looks like you’ve upgraded everything else, why not me too?”
A scowl echoes across his lips. “What-”
You won’t let him finish his question, you can’t stand it anymore. You also can’t seem to stop. All of the emotions, the anger, the betrayal, the fucking, God, jealous thoughts that you’d slip into, alone in your cold bed. No, you’re not going to back down.
“You didn’t call, you didn’t text, and when you did, finally, manage to remember that I exist, the texts were so far and few between...fuck, sending a letter would have been faster. The only link I had to you was Dabi-”
“What?” He snaps, repeating his question, his red eyes, flashing, gleaming, glaring. “What does he have to do with anything?” His face is set in a deep snarl, his scar lifting along his white teeth. His fingers coil into his crutch, one digit arched away, and he begins the long journey to where you’re stubbornly standing. 
You watch him on bated breath. The sheer excitement of his renewed presence is making you shake. The warring feelings that are rising inside you are too much. It’s too much, it’s, oh...he’s right in front of you now.
“Answer me, (Y/N). What the fuck does Dabi have to do with anything?” 
You gulp. Tomura has never, ever liked you interacting with Dabi. It was that first subtle flirtation between you and the flame user that had set Tomura off in the first place. He had barely given you a second glance that first time you met him, but once your attention wandered over to Dabi, suddenly he was all ears. That animosity grew as time wore on. 
If anything, Dabi took advantage of it. He liked to press you, corner you, it was one of the many things you disliked about him. He was a selfish ass, only manipulating things for his own, twisted amusement. 
It’s a low blow for you to land on Tomura, to play up his own jealousies, but turnabout is fair play, right? 
“He’s the only person I could reach. You want to know who my phone keeps asking me to favorite now? Fucking Dabi. I kept asking him about you, about what was going on, but he never knew.
So, then I tried reaching out to you, directly. But then you decided to conveniently lose my fucking number, or something. You didn’t answer a single thing after that last text I sent you, what, two weeks ago? You didn't call. You didn’t even act like I exist, it-”
“I told you it would be a while.”
“Yeah, a while doesn’t typically mean two months. And how do you come back to me? With a broken leg and, fuck, three missing fingers? What is going on Tomura? You’re a different person now. Do you even want me anymore? You don’t have to ghost me. You could have just told me that you were moving onto bigger and better things. 
Congratulations, by the way. You’re the leader of a cult. Now, you can cut off all those lousy loose ends, like me-”
“You’re jealous.”
His voice has dipped into that low octave again, rasping, deep, and oh, fuck. You sputter at his assessment, your hands clenching into your pants. You need something to tether you, to keep you from reaching for him. You’re angry, remember? He’s left you, all alone, so alone and... 
He’s shifted to lean into you, the warmth of him rolling over you in waves. You can hear his breathing, if you move a little bit closer you could feel it, too. He knows what he’s doing. He’s used this tactic on you before. It’s very effective. His crutch taps him nearer. He’s practically flush against your heaving chest and your eyes flick up to his. 
The red is dark, tempered, and that swirling agitation has left him. He looks…
No, no, he left you for months, he can’t look at you like that. You shake your head, your eyes wincing shut, blocking him from view.
“I’m not...I-I’m not jealous, I was just-”
“Come here, (Y/N). Don’t make me ask you again.”
His new, half prosthetic hand reaches for your neck and traces over your trembling throat, ghosting over you, forcing you to press toward him. Once he’s satisfied you’re not going to reject his touch, he lets the digits tap onto you, gently, slowly, like he’s coaxing you out of your temper. The contrast of cool metal and warm skin makes you gasp, your eyes fluttering open. 
He’s curved over your lips, his white hair drifting softly around your face. Unthinkingly, unquestioningly, you reach for him. Your fingers lace into the silken tendrils and he lets a slow exhale wash over your face. His verdant eyes are so close. They’re fixated on yours, refusing to let you slip from his gaze again. 
You can’t breathe. There’s something else you want to scold him for, but...but his lips are so close. His nose bumps against yours and you bite your lower lip. He’s so warm. He smells nice too. It’s a rich smell, earthy, thick with some enticing aroma that’s all him. It floods your senses and you’re downing, distracted and lost. 
Tomura’s won this little stand-off because you reach for him first. Your fingertips urge him to you, one thumb dragging a familiar trail across the mole on his chin. His lips are chapped, rough, but oh, oh you’ve missed this. 
He lets you lead him, your lips pressing and lifting, planting feather light caresses against him. Your tongue swipes across his lower lip and he groans. It’s a husky, broken sound and it makes you yank at his clothes. His new suit crumples under your hands. You’d almost feel bad, if he hadn’t been such a neglectful ass to you. You’re nipping at him now, your kisses losing that sweet vulnerability.
Tomura approves of this frantic pace and one arm cages against your back, lifting you closer and dragging you against his front. His crutch clatters to the floor, but neither of you have the wherewithal to care. 
Besides, you think happily, you can be his crutch now.
He’s biting and sucking, his teeth drifting from your trembling lips and pressing into your pulse. One particularly hard nip has you arching into him, a gasping whimper on your lips. His tongue laves over the hurt, lulling the nip. 
Your hips instinctually lean into the his and you moan when you feel the hardness that is waiting for you there. Tomura presses back, dipping his nose into the juncture of your shoulder, his lips distractedly kissing against your skin. Your fingers trace down his front again and one hand goes lower still, running along his pants until you find what you’re searching for. 
He growls when you apply just the right amount of pressure and he’s pulling your lips back to his, demanding more. You’re skirting your other hand to the clasp of his belt when someone barges in the door.
Gasping, you start to pull away, trying to turn, but Tomura holds you to him, lifting his chin until it’s resting against your shoulder. He’s glaring out at whomever the fuck is standing in the doorway, but his fingertips are moving against you, pressing and soothing down your fevered skin.
“Hey boss- ah…” Dabi is brought up short by the sight that greets him and you can hear the sneer that he must have thrown Tomura’s way. 
Tomura, for his part, is quiet, content to silently stare down the man who stupidly interrupted him. He turns his head a fraction of an inch, but it’s enough room for him to drag his rough lips against your neck. You quake at the stimulation and hear Dabi let out a barking laugh.
“Ew, well this is fucking disgusting. Looks like the two of you can go back to fucking normal, eh (Y/N)? You and boss man can bone and get all that pent up insecurity out of your-”
“Get the fuck out,” you and Tomura say in unison.
You hear another scoffing chuckle and then the door slams shut.
Notes: The Dabi bits miiiight be in there because I finally got my belated birthday present of his Banpresto figure in today ԅ(≖◡≖ԅ)  
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Superposition
a deancas college roommates AU :)
Chapter 11 is up on AO3! Chapter-by-chapter masterlist here. 
Happiness Feels a Lot Like Sorrow
Present
Dean was doing his best to uphold his end of the scotch-induced bargain of Monday night. At the very least, he told himself, it would make the next week more bearable, with Cas lingering in his apartment at all hours.
He’d still been making himself busy. He spent twelve hours at the shop on both Tuesday and Wednesday, trying to catch up on the work he’d missed while he’d been out. Bobby had saddled him with the worst of the lot; Honda Odysseys and GMC Yukons that needed tire rotations or oil changes before enormous families made their Christmas treks. He’d started on Cas’s car, but hadn’t gotten much further than getting the old timing belt off.
By the end of his shift on Wednesday, he was exhausted. It felt good, though, being back in the shop, music accompanying him (at a decidedly lower volume than normal), his hands constantly occupied, mind numb from the easy work.
As he drove home from work, a sign in a shopping center caught his eye. Before he knew what he was doing, he was pulling into the parking lot of a local bookstore. He turned off the Impala’s engine and walked into the store, not entirely sure what he was looking for.
It was by impulse, really, that he picked up a copy of The Great Gatsby. It was a special edition, with extra content bound up at the end. He remembered Cas saying something about that book once. It seemed like a reasonable gift.
Dean almost put the book back on the shelf three separate times before forcing himself to the checkout counter. He paid for the book in a hurry, tossing it into the back seat when he reached the car. Stupid, he thought to himself. He wasn’t even one-hundred-percent sure that Cas still liked that book. He supposed, if he chickened out, he could just give it to Sam, instead.
When Dean arrived at the apartment, Sam announced that he was picking up Taco Bell for dinner. Dean and Cas replied “crunchwrap” at the same time when Sam asked them what they wanted. He raised his eyebrows and the synchronicity, but didn’t say anything, just made a note in his phone. Cas went bright red. Dean stared resolutely at the ground.
Cas was sitting in the armchair with a book as Dean sunk into the couch, exhausted from two long days in a row. The history channel on. Dean wrinkled his nose and punched in the numbers for the Food Network.
“You watch the history channel? By choice?” Dean asked, feigning disgust.
Cas smirked as he closed his book. “I wasn’t really watching it,” he said, “But on occasion, I do like to listen to the conspiracy theorists on Ancient Aliens.”
Dean rolled his eyes. “That’s what you and Sam do all day? Nerd out over crazy historians?”
“Mostly,” Cas said sarcastically. Dean snorted.
“You sure you don’t want Sam or I to drive you home for Christmas?” Dean said. He’d made the offer the day before, but Cas had refused.
Cas sighed. “I’m sure. I appreciate the gesture, but Christmas with my family is the last disaster I want to saddle with myself after…” He waved his hand generally.
Dean nodded. “You still talk to any of ‘em? Your family.”
“Occasionally,” Cas said. “My father called yesterday to ask your same question. I suspect he suddenly feels quite guilty about his treatment of me, considering accountants make quite a bit more than small-town preachers.”
“He’s worried about his retirement fund?”
“Most likely. I do still talk to Anna, though, on a regular basis.”
Dean felt a memory pull at his brain. “She’s the, uh, the therapist, right?”
Cas smiled to himself. “Indeed.”
“I’m assuming you’re spending Christmas at Bobby’s?” Cas asked after a beat.
“Yeah, yeah,” Dean said. “The usual thing. It’s always a good time.”
A smile tugged at Cas’s lips. “I’m glad.”
Dean drummed his fingers against the side of the couch. “You know,” he started, and he was already regretting it, “Sam wants you to come. To Bobby’s. For Christmas.” He cringed. The words sounded lame, like he’d made the whole thing up.
“He does?” Cas asked suspiciously.
“Yeah, but I told him it’d probably be weird, you know,” Dean said with a shrug. “Big crowds aren’t your thing, and all.”
Cas eyed him. “Why didn’t he ask me himself?” He wondered. “We spend a lot of time together.”
Dean stared at the TV. “I dunno, that’s on him.”
Dean could still feel Cas’s eyes on him. “Is this your way of inviting me to spend Christmas with you?” He asked.
Dean nearly fell off the couch. “What? No,” he rushed out. “I mean, it’s not… Not with me. With everyone. I dunno, if you’re gonna be here anyway…” He cleared his throat. “I mean, Christmas alone is kinda shitty. Especially in this shithole,” he added as he gestured at his apartment. “You can come if you want,” he said finally. “Everyone would probably be happy to see you.”
Cas was staring at him, staring through him, like he always did. Dean turned his attention back to the cooking show playing on the television.
“What?” Dean snapped.
“Nothing,” Cas said, tilting his head. “Déjà vu.”
Dean’s chest tightened at that. “Anyway,” he said, clearing his throat. “What d’ya say?”
“Okay,” Cas said eventually. “I’ll come, unless that would make you uncomfortable.”
Dean’s head snapped up. After everything, he hadn’t really expected Cas to say yes. “Uh, no, man, like I said on Monday. New start.”
“Right,” Cas said slowly. “And you don’t think we should talk about why we need a ‘new start’, as you say?”
Dean glowered at the TV. “Nope,” he said. Did he always have to make everything difficult? It had been three years, and Dean truly wanted nothing more than to forget about all of it. He didn’t want closure, he didn’t need closure. Neither of them did, seeing as Cas would go back to his glamorous life in less than a week, anyway.
He could feel Cas’s eyes on the back of his head, but he ignored them. “If that’s what you want,” Cas said, his voice resigned.
Dean sat up, then, finally facing Cas. “Don’t you?” He asked, unsure if that was a question he was ready to hear answered.
“I suppose, in a way,” Cas said.
“What the hell does that mean?”
It was Cas, now, who looked away. “It doesn’t mean anything,” he said. “Nothing important, anyway.”
Dean wanted to pry, but knew he would be a hypocrite if he did. He got up and moved to the kitchen for a glass of water. He brought a second one to the living room for Cas, who uttered his thanks.
“You ever finish that thing you were working on in college?” Dean asked.
Cas raised an eyebrow at him. “I thought we were on a clean slate. ‘Forgetting about everything.’”
Dean rolled his eyes. “Come on, that doesn’t count.”
Cas took a sip of his water. “If you’re referring to the pages that are sitting in your bedroom at the moment —” Dean winced “— then no.”
Dean shot him a confused look. “Why not?”
“I… Lost the inspiration,” Cas said carefully.
“Oh.”
Cas regarded him thoughtfully. “You ask me a lot of questions,” he said. “Am I allowed to do the same?”
“You can do whatever you want,” Dean grumbled.
Cas gave him a sideways grin. “I mean, will you become willfully taciturn if I ask you questions about yourself?”
Dean was ruffled at being called out so bluntly. “No promises,” he muttered.
“What has your life looked like the past three years?”
Dean wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but it wasn’t that. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Not real interesting,” he said. “Working for Bobby during the days, bartending at nights. Saving up money for Sam’s college. Living here.” He shrugged. “Pretty normal, I guess.”
“Do you still bartend?” Cas asked.
“Nah, I quit that when Sam got his scholarship,” Dean replied. “I make enough at the shop to cover what that money won’t.”
Cas smiled. “That’s quite impressive.”
“I’m just a mechanic.”
“I meant paying for Sam’s college.”
Dean felt heat crawl up his neck. “Not a big deal,” he said.
“I would have thought you were on your way to settling down,” Cas said slowly, like he was choosing his words carefully. “But that doesn’t appear to be the case.”
“No,” Dean said, and this conversation was getting dangerously close to acknowledgement of their history. Dean didn’t dare look at Cas. The fact that he thought, after everything, that Dean would be anywhere close to “in a relationship” was downright comical.
Dean, too, chose his words carefully. “I could say the same about you,” he said. “Unless there’s some guy waiting for you in KC,” he added, realizing he couldn’t possibly know otherwise. “Which, if there is, he’s kind of a dick for not —”
“There’s not,” Cas interrupted.
And that was surprising.
Dean hadn’t realized it until that moment, but he had fully expected Cas to be halfway down the road to marriage by now. The fact that he wasn’t erupted feelings that Dean wasn’t entirely ready to face.
“How’s the eye?” He asked, changing the subject.
Cas put three fingers up to the bruise, which was looking less black and more like splotches of blue and green. “Better,” he said decidedly.
“Good,” Dean replied.
They stopped talking, each turning their attention to the program playing on the TV. Dean had a brief moment of disassociation, watching the scene from somewhere beyond himself. It was strange, he thought, to be sitting in his living room with Castiel Novak, two twenty-somethings living vastly different versions of the same life. Inexplicably, he felt the same thing he’d felt when he was eighteen, lying in the dark, talking to Cas across the room. He felt known, he felt seen, like each and every part of him was open for voyeuristic display. It was nothing Cas had said, nothing he had done, it was just him. The way he pushed and pushed against Dean’s shoddy walls while somehow managing to meet him in the middle, every time.
Dean was grateful for the distraction of food when Sam returned. Dean was quiet during dinner, finding comfort in an observatory role. He wondered at Sam and Cas’s closeness, after only a few days spent holed up together. He rolled his eyes when the two of them began communicating in sign language, because of course Cas knew sign language. When Cas’s eyes flicked to Dean after Sam signed something, and the two of them laughed, Dean huffed and gathered the trash to take it out.
It was a frigid night, his breath visible in the low gleam of the floodlights. He tossed the bag over the side of the dumpster and paused. He dug in his pocket, and, finding both his lighter and a pack of cigarettes, lit one up and leaned against the dumpster.
Dean wasn’t sure how long he stood there, taking long drags until the end of the cigarette burned his fingers, and then just standing, staring into the parking lot.
“Dean?” A gruff voice called, and he turned to find Cas standing across from him, a tan trench coat thrown haphazardly over his black t-shirt and jeans. He cocked an eyebrow at Dean. “What are you doing?”
Dean dug the pack of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket in answer. “Smoke,” he said.
Cas gave a short nod and made his way over to the dumpster. He leaned against it, next to Dean, shoving his hands deep in the pockets of his coat. Dean gave him a sidelong glance, but Cas was looking straight ahead, deep in thought.
“You and Sam seem to be getting along,” Dean said, his voice gruff.
“Your brother is extraordinarily kind,” Cas said in reply, not bothering to look at Dean. “He talks about you often,” he added.
Dean snorted. “Yeah, well,” he said, but didn’t complete the thought. He hadn’t bothered to throw on a jacket, and he shivered as the wind blew straight through his thin flannel. Cas was standing close, their elbows almost touching, and Dean could have been eighteen again. He could feel it, somewhere deep in his stomach, that same bundle of nerves and excitement that had always come when Cas was just a little too close. He almost shut his eyes against the strength of it, but he willed it away, looking at Cas instead.
Cas still wore that intent expression on his face as he stared off into the distance. “Hey,” Dean said, elbowing him in the arm. “You creating world peace over there or something?”
The ghost of a smile. “No,” Cas said. “I’m just thinking.”
That was vague. Dean raised an eyebrow. “’Bout what?”
Cas side-eyed him. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
Dean rolled his eyes and made a motion with his hand that said, go on.
“It’s just strange,” Cas started, wrapping the coat tighter around himself, “That I should end up stranded here, in Lawrence, of all places.”
Dean resisted the urge to pull out another cigarette before continuing this conversation. “I guess,” he said.
“Stranger still that your shop should be the one closest to me at the time.”
Dean shrugged. “Yeah, I mean, it’s kinda weird,” he said. “I never expected… Well, that’s why I hit my head, anyway.”
Cas whipped his head around to look at Dean in confusion. “What?”
And, yeah, this was embarrassing, but Dean couldn’t exactly stop now. He rubbed the back of his neck. “When I heard you talking to Bobby,” he explained, “I just kinda… Well, I was pretty friggin’ shocked to hear you, of all people.”
Cas stared at him. “Oh,” was all he said.
“So thanks for this,” Dean said, aiming for levity as he pointed to the soon-to-be scar on his forehead. He smirked.
Cas faced forward again. “I didn’t mean to shock you,” he said. “Actually, I had no idea it was you under that truck.”
Dean furrowed his brow. “What, even after you talked to Bobby, you didn’t figure it out?”
Cas shrugged. “The life I always pictured you might be living was very different than the one you live.”
Dean immediately felt defensive. “Okay, asshole, my life is —”
“I didn’t say ‘better’,” Cas interrupted. “Just different.”
That shut Dean up. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know, but he asked anyway, “What did you picture? For me?”
Cas narrowed his eyes. “Nothing very specific. I suppose a girlfriend, a good job, doing something you like, in a place that you liked. You used to speak so fondly of Texas, I thought maybe you’d moved there. You told me, once, that you had thought about engineering. I usually pictured you like that, an office job. A stable life.”
Dean was watching Cas paint that picture. An office job, coming home to some faceless girl and planning his life around the possibility of an okay-marriage and two-and-a-half kids, waking up at forty and wondering what exact point in his life had lead him down this road. It looked wildly unsatisfying from where he stood.
He just made a grunt of understanding. “Well, you were way off, pal,” he said.
Another small smile, like it had almost been contained. “Apparently,” Cas said.
“You know,” Dean said, uncomfortable with the attention placed on him, “You didn’t turn out how I thought either.”
“What makes you say that?”
“Well after… You know, I read that thing you wrote. And it was good, Cas, it was damn good.” Something lodged itself uncomfortably in the back of his throat as he recalled the nights he spent wondering where Cas had been, what he’d been doing. He coughed. “I guess I just expected that, by now, you’d have published it. Made a shit-ton of money and bought a douchebag-sized house in, like, Ohio, or something.”
“You make it sound like it’s disappointing that that isn’t the case,” Cas said, and, though he was giving Dean a smirk, his eyes looked sad. Dean felt a pang in his chest at having caused unintentional pain.
“No, no,” he said quickly. “Not… I dunno, I guess… I thought that writing stuff made you happy. And…” And you deserve to be happy, even without me. Dean had the words, they were right there, but he couldn’t say them, couldn’t take that first step in bridging the now-unacknowledged divide between them. “Well, it’s not like I pictured you depressed or anything,” he said instead.
Cas turned to look at him. “Are you happy, Dean?”
The gravity of the question, the look in Cas’s eyes, curious and almost pleading, sucked the air right out of Dean’s lungs. And there was something screaming at the back of his brain, that no, he wasn’t, that he hadn’t been, that he could never be, because the one key ingredient to that happiness was —
“Yeah,” Dean replied in a small voice. “I guess so.”
Cas stared at him for a moment longer, still searching, before dropping his head and turning away.
“Are you?” Dean asked, almost defiantly, as if the question had been a test that now he was forcing Cas to take.
“I’m very fortunate,” Cas said carefully. “If I am unhappy, it is of my own doing.”
And that totally wasn’t an answer, but Dean let it slide. It was cold, and his back hurt, and he was tired from a long day at work. Silently, he pushed off the dumpster and began to make his way back to the apartment. Cas joined him, settling into a comfortable gait by his side. The air was languid between them, like it was too heavy to move.
Dean let both of them back inside and Cas excused himself to take a shower. Sam was watching something on TV and raised his eyebrows at Dean’s re-entrance. Dean just ignored him, settling onto the couch, thinking about fate and happiness and whether or not the two might be connected.
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Re-watching Lizzie Mcguire: Episode 2.9 (Party Over Here)
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Ohhh hey there Zachary! 😍
- Kate’s turning 14 soon and she’s forced by her parents to invite all of her classmates, including Lizzie, Gordo and Miranda to her birthday party. I thought she’s a year older than everyone since she revealed to Claire in Season 1 she got held back in kindergarten? Since they’re in the 8th grade, shouldn’t she be turning 15 instead? Unless, everyone else is turning 14 in the following year since it’s the fall right now. 
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- In addition to handing out paper invites, she has a whole entourage sing an entire song, which I’m assuming it’s called ‘The Kate, The Party’ to the invitees. It was pretty cringe but very on-brand for Kate. Lizzie wasn’t gonna RSVP to her invite but after hearing a couple of kids talking about Kate giving her guests goodie bags with cellphones in it, she quickly changes her mind. I think ALL of us would change our minds lol.
Lizzie’s Next Attempt At Lying
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- First things first, Lizzie needs to convince her mom, Jo that Kate’s party will be well-chaperoned even though Kate’s irresponsible 18 year-old cousin, Amy (played by Hilary Duff’s sister, Haylie) is going to be the chaperone. However, Jo is pretty set on not letting her daughter go to this party and this causes Lizzie to get upset. 
- The next day in school, Lizzie complains to her best friends about not being able to go to Kate’s birthday party. Miranda is also on the same boat as Lizzie but surprisingly (or maybe unsurprisingly), Gordo’s parents are allowing him to go because he’s basically a good boy and never really gets into trouble. Except, he did actually got into trouble at least one time before this. Didn’t he get grounded last season for sneaking into an R-rated film in the episode, Rated Aargh? 
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- Lizzie and Miranda try to think of ways to convince their parents once more like volunteering to do more chores around the house but they’re not so keen on doing that either. Miranda then thinks about the other option, which is to lie to them. Sounds a lot like the Rated Aargh episode. Hopefully, Lizzie’s a better liar this time. 
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- They come up with a plan, which is to get Jo to drop them off at the mall but instead of staying there, they will then get on a bus to go to Kate’s house. Lizzie is quaking in her boots because poor girl doesn’t know how to lie well. Gordo, who’s trying to prove to everyone that he’s not some goody two shoes reveals that he lied to his parents by saying that he’s at Miranda’s place but in actuality, he’s going to go the party that he was already allowed to go to instead. That sounds so unnecessary but whatever floats your boat, Gordo.  
- Before taking off, Jo gives Lizzie some cash to spend on some treats at the mall, which instantly makes Lizzie feel guilty. This reminds me of the ‘Between A Rock and Bra Place’ episode, where Jo also gives Lizzie some money to go shopping for bras, which made Lizzie feel guilty as well especially after telling her mom off at the changing room. 
Kate’s Cousin Is The Worst
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Eww, I hope that woman washed her hands before flicking Gordo like that. How rude! 
- They get to the mall and Lizzie and Miranda then change into their ‘party’ outfits whilst Gordo waits for them outside the ladies room. Just a little after 7 pm, they arrive at Kate’s house. Lizzie is still feeling the guilt from her mom giving her 10 bucks. Only 10 bucks? Lol, I thought she gave more than that...just saying.
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This actually happened to me once at a club in Spain....lol
- Kate’s party is filled with older kids, whom are probably around the same age as Amy and probably older. Our trio doesn’t seem to recognize anybody...well, except for Amy:
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This is so funny to me because it’s Hilary watching her big sis, Haylie doing a ‘7 minutes in heaven’ thing. Well, this is why Jo and Daniela are against their daughters going to an Amy-chaperoned party 
-  The three of them decide to just ditch the party but before they could make their escape, Kate finds them inside the ‘7 minutes of heaven’ closet they were hiding in. Isn’t hiding in there kind of gross? It looks like Kate doesn’t want them to leave so soon seeing that she wants them to at least be around for when she cuts her birthday cake. 
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Amy is like the worst....lmao. First of all, she got Kate a strawberry cake when she knew Kate preferred chocolate but what’s even worse is that she forgot that Kate’s birthday is today. How does Kate even deal with her? 
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You can’t help but feel bad for her at this moment.
Lizzie Helps Kate...Again
- Lizzie goes upstairs to see if Kate’s doing okay and she then sees Kate on the phone with her mom to let her know how much of a disaster her birthday party is. We also find out that the only reason why Amy’s chaperone is because Kate’s mom is out of town. Lizzie tries to talk to her but Kate’s still very upset. 
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- They both sit on Kate’s bed and Kate reveals to Lizzie that all she wanted for her birthday is just to go to the movies with a few of her close friends. However, her mom wanted her to have a ‘grown up’ party instead. She’s 14 (or 15)! She doesn’t need a grown-up party. Lizzie obviously feels bad for Kate and decides to ask her to tag along with her and Gordo and Miranda to the mall to watch a film together. That’s so sweet. And Kate’s reaction was sweet too!
-  However, Kate doesn’t think it’s a good idea to leave her house in the state that it’s in. I actually think she should just leave and let Amy take all the blame since she is the chaperone and ADULT in this situation. I’m sure Kate’s mom would have punished Amy and not Kate for any possible destruction of property lol. 
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Why are Gordo and Miranda me in most parties? Just be eating cake all the time lol
- Lizzie thinks the best solution is to call her mom to put an end to this party. How about no. Can’t they ask Kate to call an aunt or an uncle or something? Anyways, she eventually calls her mom, who was eating ice cream whilst watching a sad movie (that’s so me as well) and she quickly makes her way over to Kate’s house. 
- Lizzie makes an attempt to get herself off the hook by telling her mom that she doesn’t deserve to be punished since she did a responsible thing, which is to call her. However, Jo isn’t fooled by this and tells Lizzie that she’s grounded. She also tells Miranda and Gordo that she’s going to inform their parents as well. 
- We then see Jo turning the party upside down by getting everyone in there to behave and she literally brings the party to a halt by unplugging the music speaker, causing everyone to stop dancing. She then orders everyone to get out of the house.
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Amy vs Jo lol 
- Amy gets an attitude with Jo for disrupting the party but Jo isn’t gonna let any 18-year old walk all over her. You got that right! Jo asks Kate if she wants to come home with them but Kate politely declines. 
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Okay...so it was definitely Kate’s 15th birthday and she’s still just lying to everybody hahaha
- Kate decides to swallow all her pride and thank Lizzie for helping her out...for a minute. She then goes back to mean girl Kate shortly after. I’m so sick of this charade Kate’s playing with Lizzie. Just suck it up and be friends lol. 
B-Plot: Fun Dad 
- In this episode, it isn’t just Matt getting into some weird albeit fun venture but Sam is also involved in it too. They reveal that the both of them were chosen to be the spokes-family for ‘Cardio Punch’ sport drink, which includes them starring in a commercial. Jo thought that she is to be part of it too but unfortunately for her, it’s just a father and son thing. And she’s feeling pretty salty about it. 
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Hey there Zachary!
- Matt and Sam arrive at the studio and they’re greeted by the casting director and Zachary Quinto Steve, the director. It looks like Steve isn’t playing around  as he wants them to get fitted into harnesses straight away because they’re gonna have to rock climb; Sam is all sorts of terrified. 
-  Steve goes over all the steps they need to take once they scale that wall with them. It’s not very complicated but at the speed he was delivering the instructions, I wouldn’t have caught most of it lol. 
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- We fast forward to the both of them pretty high up on the mountain wall. However, Sam is petrified and can’t really move. He explains to Matt that he experienced a bad rope-climbing incident, which made him greatly afraid of heights ever since. Steve, the director grow impatient and yells at Sam for not moving. He even makes fun of Sam’s weight. This angers Matt and he proceeds to scale back down to the bottom and gives Steve a piece of his mind. It turns out, Matt telling off Steve made great film for the commercial. 
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- At the end of the episode, the full commercial is out on TV and the Mcguires are in the living room watching the final product.  The commercial is just so hilariously bad, especially that shoddy dub on Matt, by Matt. It didn’t even fit his lip movements. Sam was also edited out of the commercial. After all of that anxiety? Poor Sam. 
Overall Thoughts
- This was a pretty enjoyable episode to watch. Nothing significant really happened except that we got to see Zachary Quinto guest star in this episode as well as Haylie Duff guest-starring again. Lizzie helping Kate out is nothing new but as I’ve mentioned it earlier, I’m kinda over Kate acting like she hates Lizzie when deep down, she doesn’t. It’s getting really old. 
- Jo definitely got to shine as a character in this episode, which is awesome to see. I particularly enjoyed her setting the older kids straight like a military sergeant. I’m also glad she was involved in the A-plot instead of Matt’s B-plot, in which the latter is usually where she appears in most of the time. 
- Speaking of the B-plot, it was one of the better ones frankly speaking. It didn’t involve Matt doing something ridiculous like an extreme hobby or whatnot. It was just him and his dad, Sam starring in a somewhat cool sports drink commercial. The highlight of all of that was definitely Matt standing up for his dad in front of Steve. Although, it didn’t really do much to Steve except making him happy and excited that he got great film out of Matt’s rant lol. 
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Hi! Random question but do you believe in ghosts/spirits? Nothing prompted this I was just thinking abt ghosts and I like hearing your opinion 😭 also how did your presentation go??
I love u for asking!!! lets be best friends!!!!
I do!! Im an umbandist (was raised in it) and we believe very strongly in spirits!!! I love and honor my ancestors and my spiritual guides and all the orixas☺️ its a wonderful religion that im so proud of and fulfills me greatly. i think my life is better for how light and intimate my relationship with spirituality is, especially growing up with it. Whenever i feel pained or stuck i know i can sing for oxum or ogum and feel at home and at ease <3
A lot of my family are kardecist spiritists tho and i dont care for THAT eugenist ass bullshit at all!!! Growing up with that part was fucked up lmao
Also the presentation went kinda bad?? I refuted one of my peers and she got really defensive and passive aggressive and my "advisor" (who insisted i talk about her work on my research but then didnt even read it) backed her up... but then again he was also her advisor and if he agreed with me it probably wouldve reflected badly on him for how much shoddy research was in there. I didnt say anything bc i didnt wanna start anything, but i edited a lot of my hardcore evidence of ol girl's bad arguments out of my presentation to spare her the embarrassment so if i DID wanna come with the drama i really could have. Alas i softballed it and just presented it as another point of view but i felt ganged up on and like they tried to make me out to be incompetent for work i know to be good in front of all my peers.
Other people liked it, though and im trying to focus on that
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A/W 2020 Fashion Month & Top 20 Collections: Before Vogue Went Blank (Part 4)
Hi all,
Welcome to part 4! It’s gonna be a bit of a shorter one because I wasn’t sure if I could fit the last few collections into my part 3 since I also want to include a ranking of my favourite F/W20 shows. I have so many ideas for what I’d like my next few posts to be (there’ll probably be a bit of gap between them as I would like to try and get some fiction writing in too) and I need help and recommendations on one post in particular so I thought I’d open by explaining that if anyone would like to send me suggestions! The post is basically going to highlight the often under-appreciated personal style of PoC, and I’d also like to make sure I include all types of bodies and genders and ethnicities (other than white girls, as we get enough credit as it is, all a tall, skinny blonde woman has to do is wear some light wash jeans, heels and a blouse and high fashion Twitter are posting non-stop about how incredible her style is)! This can be a celebrity, a model, an influencer or even just one of your friends if you think they deserve some hype too! Obviously there’s only so many photos I can include but I will make sure to look at any suggestions, though of course I’m gonna be biased towards the grungier looks; I gave Dolls Kill a pass for a long time because I thought the brand had changed and become more responsible over the last few years but since Shoddy Lynn’s thoughtless Instagram post during the protests last month and then her lacklustre response video, I say fuck that “goth is white” bullshit, alternative black women are hot af. I’ll also make sure to include a list of my favourite black owned clothing lines I’ve seen people talking about on Twitter and Instagram so again, if you have any suggestions feel free to inbox me. Other than that, I have a couple of lookbooks planned and after, either a post about my favourite shows for style inspiration OR a lookbook depending on whether I have the clothes to do it already/can source a few things from Depop-Depp-I’ve made a commitment not to buy anything new for the next couple of months and I want to stick to that this time round! I’d also like to do a general collation of my favourite summer outfits, an almost scrapbook-y kinda post, and another post on some of my favourite fashion icons (I’ll probs end up repeating a lot of the women from the post I was talking about above but I’ll try and include different outfits to keep it varied!). 
Now, into the final part, and the top 20, starting with Tory Burch (I’m really pissed off because I added an unnecessary E in after the R and now Tumblr is once again being stupid and not saving any of my editing changes-also I said on the next post instead of in in the last paragraph and my anal-retentiveness is kicking into high gear). 
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You’d think it’s a kinda anti-climatic one to open with but I do like this collection! It reminds me a bit of last season’s Miu Miu but more so of Brock’s general aesthetic, though with more layers and in some ways to its detriment, a lot more wearable. Looking like something from a bygone era is part of what gives Brock its mystique, but Burch’s designs are practically made for the Chelsea born and bred lifestyle blogger who dresses for a cold spell in the Coachella valley all year long and treats trawling Pimlico’s furniture shops and meeting their girlfriends for coffee like it’s a full-time job. She’s probably born into money and doesn’t work all that hard but hey, she looks angelic holding a bouquet of flowers and in 2020 we all low-key want her life, right? It’d go against my ethics but...*whispers* it would be nice to be that girl just for a couple of days. It is a gorgeous collection, with a lush colour palette and an ever graceful variety of prints and textures, and it toes the line of being accessible and being worthy of a fashion week spot with dexterity. 8/10 and it only loses marks because it’s safe for the brand.
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When it comes to Valentino, they’re a pretty reliable favourite for me, and this season’s collection doesn’t break tradition; this one is slightly grittier than usual too which is a big win for me. Whilst the usual sophistication and delicate details are there, quirky embroidery, sequins and tulle, we also get a lot of leather and more black than usual, which I pray doesn’t a herald a return to people thinking “I only own black clothes and listen to Artic Monkeys” is a personality trait. I don’t know if it’s intentional, but there seems to be a lot of aquatically inspired pieces in this collection too; the 3d roses resemble scales to me (and are a really unique texture), and the way the tulle is placed kinda reminds me of fins and has a mermaid on land feel. It wouldn’t surprise me, since Valentino does tend to draw from nature quite a bit. Highs for me were the Valentino red tulle piece and the tulle pieces in general, of course with the embroidered florals as well which the basic bitch in me always looks forward to. The few lows were concentrated in the leopard print section, a print that for me is really overdone and reminds me of recent Dolce and Gabbana. It was cool when layered with the matching coat but I otherwise could’ve done without it.
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Vera Wang is another one of my reliable faves-I think I like this collection even more than the last, it really is a fucking DREAM. The overly floral pieces I wasn’t too keen on but I’ll ignore that on the basis that as with Gucci, the tulle-harness combo is everything I look for in a dress and more. I know manic-pixie-dream-girl is a bit of a slur (not a slur slur but you know what I mean) in terms of the associated character, but this 90s Courtney Love grunge twist on that aesthetic is gold, fully realised big anarchist fairy energy (which is a screen name I’m surprised I don’t see more often and which I might now steal). These dresses were made for someone like Zoe Kravitz or FKA Twigs on the red carpet, and if god forbid I somehow ever ended up on one, I would go to the ends of the earth to be wearing one of the dresses from this collection. Aside from the dresses, I appreciated the moody doesn’t-want-to-be-at-the-family-function teenager inspired sleeves and the 2014 Tumblr Cruel Intentions style knee high socks. Love, love, LOVE it.
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So, Versace started off strong with the all black looks-the cut outs were cute if impractical and the fit and flare trousers in particularly were really well fitted (from a distance, at least). I hated the film Red Sparrow but the visuals were very cool, and this section reminded me of that, like a high fashion collection based on Jennifer Lawrence’s character. There were some stunning colour combos in the Ashish like hyper-floral part too, and the houndstooth, marble and Versace tile prints were sick. The black jumper with the flowers on reminds me of a jumper of my nan’s I always wanted that my aunty ended up donating to a charity shop after she died not knowing I liked it. Gutted (not just about the jumper obviously, looool).
HOWEVER, as with many 91 look collections, it was sloppy at times. A lot of pieces I at first liked (I.E the silver dress we saw Kendall Jenner in, included above) are kind of unfinished up close. There was also a big varsity inspired section which was nice at times but got pretty repetitive and occasionally looked like it could pass for Jack Wills or a bad Michael Kors collection. On the whole, it had both its pros and its cons which puts it directly in the middle of the pack.
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Victoria Beckham’s collection is near the lower-middle quartile when it comes to plotting the highs and lows of the F/20 collections. The pieces are pretty and accessible, I’d definitely wear them, but they’re predictable and mostly a rip-off of other brands who did something similar in a more interesting way. Though her collections are never really experimental, this one is particularly safe, and she and whoever helped design this season’s pieces were clearly avoiding the edges of the box like a child playing the floor is lava. It’s alright, and I hate coming towards the end of the post with negativity, but I have to be honest, and this just doesn’t really interest me beyond a “yeah, that’s nice” glance.
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Vivienne Westwood, on the other hand, is always interesting whether I would actually wear it myself or not. Despite the mix and matchiness that is essential to the deconstructed look, which being the basic bitch I am I often struggle to see past, there were some gorgeous pieces and eurgh, I could really talk about that Bella Hadid look all day. The contrast between the exaggerated femininity of the waist cinchers against the androgyny of the less structured, oversized pieces is a really interesting one and the colour combinations work beautifully together. I also love the idea behind the collection, which is, in the words of Andreas Kronthaler about “rites of spring, and the good and the bad, and conflict, and the good prevailing over evil”. Ahhh, I hear you say. THAT’S what’s with the garlic necklace. Can I get another pat on the back for summing up this collection as “vampire slaying uniform” in my notes? I mean, that’s kind of a good vs. evil situation, isn’t it? I know it’s hard to ignore how hot vampires always are in TV series and movies but just think of the true forms of the ones off Penny Dreadful and remember THEY DRINK BLOOD (I personally think being a vampire would be really cool, just need to work out how to do it “ethically”).
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Lastly, Zimmerman, and I really can’t say how happy I am to end on a positive note because this collection was stunning. Not without all the characteristically ornate, indulgent and painstakingly detailed efforts we’ve come to expect from Nicky and Simone Zimmerman, these looks (in an icy winter themed colour palette as well) are the offspring of a sophisticated flower child and a 70s glam rocker and I think with this sentence I’ve finally put my style aspirations into words. Honestly, give me the money to produce a modern day Almost Famous and I’ll make my character this no-nonsense intersectional feminist front woman of a fictional Haim-like band who sings with the voice of an angel but is rock and roll as fuck and eats men for breakfast and I’ll put her in this collection and (deep breath) it would be ICONIC. There. Got to the point eventually. Am I talking about a 2020s version of Steve Nicks? Possibly. After all, I do have a framed illustration of her on my wall. But regardless, I need those lace-up velvet BOOTS, that mesh dress with the celestial embroidery, the flame detail pieces, the white pussy bow blouse with the eyes on it. Everything is sooo dreamy; when I was looking through the collection for my favourites, I saved pretty much every. single. look. IT’S EVERYTHING I STRIVE TO BE. WHY CAN’T I AFFORD ZIMMERMAN GOD DAMN IT!?
See, I’ll be going on about Zimmerman in a couple of paragraphs again because it will be very high in my top 20, which I’m so glad is a top 20 BTW. I know I said it would be a top 10 in my last post because I thought that was how I structured it last time but I double checked and it is 20, which is a relief; once again, picking only 10 collections would be very hard. SO! Let’s get into it!
1. Gucci
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I hate being predictable but Gucci once again holds the top spot for me. How could I not love this? I would say that I hope Alessandro Michele fucks up next season so I don’t come off as a boot licker but when the boots in question are platform Mary Janes and knee high socks and they’re underneath tulle with BDSM inspired harnesses on top...maybe boot sole doesn’t taste so bad after all.
2. Zimmerman
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Well, I did say it wouldn’t be long until you were seeing the same outfits again, so at least you know my word is good.
3. Moschino
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Wow, as if putting Gucci first again wasn’t bad enough, Moschino’s also a non-mover. But...Marie Antoinette this season and Picasso last? And this campy? It’s like Jeremy Scott reached into my brain magician-into-a-top-hat-style, picked out an interest of mine at random, and tried to communicate this to me through the medium of design with THE most chaotic energy humanly possible. I an only commend the man, because he succeeded, and I approve. It’s weird because before I always saw Jeremy Scott’s designs as tacky and yet I’ve loved all the collections I’ve reviewed, so I must ask...are the collections getting less tacky or am I getting more tacky? Much to think about.
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4. Vera Wang
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The battle armour of a punk princess. Not very good at protecting against knives, arrows, bullets or...anything really, but I’ve never really been the kind of person to get into physical fights (apart with a bouncer who tried to push me down the stairs once at an ABBA night but I was really drunk and she was mean, alright!?), so who cares? Nobody can make you do anything in dresses this pretty.
5. Lanvin
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I’m a few years behind everyone else but I’m still on the Mad Men hype train and I don’t ever want to get off. All I wish is that Betty Draper had *SPOILERS* divorced Don’s detty arse earlier and rode off into the sunset in that white Bella Hadid coat with the red lip to match (or the checkered one above will do).
6. Etro
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As long as she remains the queen of dreamy bohemian fashion, I’m not gonna do Etro dirty by putting her any lower than this ever again on the basis that she’s not conceptual enough which ashamedly is what I implied in my last ranking-yes, Etro is a she because just as most women deserve more from men, she is beautiful and deserves better than my previous disrespect! I said what I said. 
7. Dilara Findikoglu
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I see your Thom Browne and your Commes Des Garcons and I raise you my “weird”-though-not-actually-that-weird-at-all-can-we-all-just-dress-like-this-on-a-day-to-day-basis-please? fave, Dilara.
8. Paco Rabanne
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Battle armour that actually COULD protect you against knives, arrows, and bullets. Maybe. Well, you’d hope so anyway for the price.
9. Rodarte
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Suddenly my phobia of spiders has evaporated. And no, it doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that these ones are diamond encrusted, what are you on about?
10. Alberta Ferretti
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The colour combinations in this collection were stunning. Honestly. I just picked a really bad pic to illustrate that. Go read my first post to see (grifting 101: complete)!
11. Charlotte Knowles
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I saw Bella Hadi wearing a Charlotte Knowles two piece, so I bought a Charlotte Knowles two piece. 
LMAOOO, I wish.
12. Balenciaga
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It’s occurred to me a couple of posts too late now on the basis that Tumblr is being a dick and won’t go back and let me edit stuff, even little typos, but I’m now wondering if there’s a link between the climate change theming of the show and the exaggerated structures of the pieces? Ya know, the whole abundance is killing the planet line of thinking? I know analysis isn’t exactly on brand with these silly mini captions and that oversized and exaggerated proportions is one of Balenciaga’s running motifs anyway buuut just a thought I had! And sidenote: I do believe overconsumption is killing the planet! The way I phrased that made it seem like I’m a climate change denying dickhead! That I am not! Maybe if I shave my head, legally change my name to Steve, get a British flag tattoo on my bicep, and spend every waking moment in my nearest Spoons I’ll get there but it’s not on the agenda quite yet!
13. Christopher Kane
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If fashionable robots took over the world, they’d raid Christopher Kane’s studio and fry us all with laser beams whilst wearing his dresses.
14. Fendi
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Siri, play Vroom Vroom by Charli XCX.
15. Olivier Theyskens 
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Mandarin collar. Mandarin collar. Mandarin collar. NEXT TIME I WILL REMEMBER WHAT THE PROPER NAME IS INSTEAD OF NEEDING TO GOOGLE IT AGAIN. Come on brain, you’re supposed to be good at this kinda thing, make it happen.
16. Elie Saab
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Blair Waldorf’s wet dream. Add in some platform boots and chain jewellery and now it’s my wet dream too.
Because Chuck Bass is creepy as FUCK and maybe it’s because I watched Gossip Girl at the ripe old age (lol) of 21 and most people watch it as teenagers but I don’t know why YOU WERE ALL SO OBSESSED WITH HIM! He tries to sexually assault Jenny who is about 14 in the VERY FIRST EPISODE. I think I went off on a tangent here but it had to be said. You girls have no taste.
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Don Draper was an absolute dog, but he was played by Jon Hamm, and he might be one of the finest men on the planet. What’s your excuse, Chuck and Blair enthusiasts?
17. Miu Miu
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As someone who has probably been/met many a spoilt brat in her time, I appoint Miu Miu as the official sponsor of the Spoilt Brat™ aesthetic and yeah, that’s something I just made up but I’m on the money here. Imagine one of those “daddy, can you get me a pony?” types all grown up. Are you telling me you don’t picture her in Miu Miu? Because that sounds like a lie.
18. YSL
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The war flashbacks I get of the Friends episode where Ross tries to get out of those leather trousers aside (I know it’s PVC her not leather but they have the same sheen, you can’t deny it), these outfits turn me into the irl version of the heart eyes emoji. It’s not like I think this is the best collection I’ve ever seen, YSL could def push the boat out a bit in terms of experimentation, but there aren’t many people who wouldn’t look hot as fuck in one of these pieces
19. Balmain
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I didn’t like ALL of it, but the looks that I did like were amongst the ones that stuck out to me most when I was reflecting on the collections I’ve reviewed: the breast plates and silk capes and the scorpion detailing are real chef’s kiss moments.
20. Marques Almeida
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Miss the collection that gave us this coat off the list? Never.
SO!
That is the end! Wow! I started saving the photos for this review back in late January/early February or whenever it was that the first fashion week began and now it’s mid-fucking July!? I don’t know if that speaks more to my incompetency or what a state the last few months have been. I’m not gonna write a super long ending paragraph because you’ve heard enough from me already and it’s 2:30am and I’m being hassled by Trump supporters on Twitter (literally just for stating that it’s a privilege to be able to pursue a career you truly have a passion for rather than having to be practical about finances first) anddddd I’ve got a closing shift tomorrow so I should probably log the fuck off and remove my clown makeup before it’s time to start my shift, lol!
Quick recommendation before I wrap this up, there was a really interesting debate on ITV literally a few hours ago on the Stephen Lawrence case that I thought I would recommend (they also showed the 1999 dramatic portrayal of events afterwards) about racism in England and whether or not much has changed since the murder. I didn’t catch the whole thing but from what I did see, there were some really strong points being made and I think it could be a good thing to sit and watch with your family members if you want to get talking about the Black Lives Matter movement and aren’t sure how to broach the topic. I bring it up because I feel like most middle-aged white people trust ITV so they’re less likely to turn their noses up (lol, I wish I was joking) at it and maybe go in with a more open mind. I’d like to keep the conversation about social issues going so if there’s anything you’d like me to get some information together on and make a post about-I read yesterday that there’d been arrests of THE PEOPLE PROTESTING the way Breonna Taylor’s death has been handled. No, not the police officers responsible for her death, the people simply pointing out that those police officers have done wrong. It’s a ridiculous situation and just shows how deeply embedded a police officer’s supposed right to kill and to use force is in upholding the American status quo. I wish I could end the post on better news, but let’s hope that next time I post, there is some, and as always thank you for reading til the end if you did get this far! I really don’t have all that many followers on here but do et me know if there’s anything I can reblog or share to help.
Lauren x
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