#and for this kid its a cool and strong lady

[morninkim]

that one movie sinbad did about the genie

[peaxhygirl]

𝙰𝚁𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙾 𝙰𝚁𝙴𝚃𝙰𝚂 𝚇 𝙵𝙴𝙼𝙰𝙻𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁 - 𝙼𝙰𝙼𝙰 𝙸'𝙼 𝙸𝙽 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙰 𝙲𝚁𝙸𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙰𝙻

: ̗̀➛𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝙾𝙲

: ̗̀➛𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: Inspired by Britney Spears x Criminal

: ̗̀➛𝙰𝙽: This is done in a universe where Armando is a teenager, the female reader is also a teenager. There is no adult/minor play in the passage and I do not write that.

Sixteen-year-old Yara was a good girl, never broke the rules, never back talked her parents, and was a straight A student. President of the Debate team, captain of the cheer team, and on student counsel, she was every parent's wet dream. That was until she met Seventeen-year-old Armando Aretas. A guy she kept away from to the best of her ability, but he always seemed to be around. Now, he was in her veins and well, it caused for a rather contentious environment in her home.

"Yara, have you still been seeing that boy?" The booming voice of her father cut through the silence of her room right along with the slamming open of her bedroom door. Grateful that she'd even gotten her door back after having it taken away for a month, she decided to play it cool. "No." Her eyes remaining trained to her phone screen, voice monotone and lacking it's usual emotion. "Well then why the hell is he outside my house?"

Yara's deep black curls bounced as her head swung towards her window. Her body basically moved on autopilot as she went over to her bedroom window. Her heart thumbed so intensely that she felt it in her throat, her ears rung, and her body trembled a bit as she stared at him out the window. There he was, stationed on his shiny black motorcycle that she was still somewhat terrified of. Even in the dark of the night it still shined. He removed his helmet, their eyes locked and it hit her that she'd given up probably the most intense love she'd experience all because her parent didn't like him.

All because of who his family was. The Aretas' weren't known for being the most law abiding, safe and friendly people. They had a strong hold on the drug market in Mexico and it was well known that they didn't care who knew this about them. They operated off the fear that forced people to respect them. Something thar kept her away, but God he pulled her in.

"Yara, don't even think about it." Her father was firm as she spun around. Her brown eyes darted across the room, looking for the best way to get out. "Young lady, you will not be associated with that criminal!" "God, will you just shut up! I stayed away from him; I did what you said. I let him go for you and look how you're treating me!"

For the moment, her father froze in pure shock. It was the first time he'd ever even heard her raise her voice, let alone at him. What kind of influence was this boy having on his perfect daughter. He didn't have much longer to think, because Yara went bolting out her bedroom door heading for the steps.

On the way down, Yara caught a glimpse of her mother, a look of worry and dismay present on the face idetical to her own.

"Yara, honey. Please, this isn't you. It's him its-- that influence." She pleaded running down the steps behind her daughter. This caused Yara to roar in frustration.

"It's not him!! It's you. You guys want me to be this perfect kid that I'm not! I have issues just like everyone else, but you guys don't even give me the space to express them and learn-- I don't have the space to be myself. With him..I do." The knot that formed in her throat was filled with the frustration she'd felt since childhood. The pressure put on her was incomprehensible. "With him, I can be me. I don't have to pretend that I'm ok and I can be flawed. I'm finally allowed the space to-- to just fucking relax!"

"Yarina." Her parents resorted to her full name. "You better watch yourself young lady. Like we said, you will not be associated with that thug." Her wide eyes gazed over her parents. She loved them dearly, but she couldn't continue like this. "Yara, please." Her mother's voice was much softer in comparison to her father as she stepped forward to take her hand, being immediately met with Yara moving backward.

"I'm sorry, but I'm in love with him." She offered one final apology before she quickly turned to exit the home. She wore nothing but pajamas, no shoes, socks, or even a sweater to keep her warm. "Yari." The teenage male rasped as his girlfriend approached.

"Where's your clothes?" His brows furrowed, hopping off his bike to remove his hoodie and pull it over her body. He glanced past her, seeing her parents standing in the doorway. "Let's go." He murmured, handing her his helmet. She knew he'd argue with her about her needing it more than him, so she put it on. Climbing on his bike behind him, wrapping her arms around his torso.

She didn't know what would happen with her parents, but she knew it wasn't her concern for the moment as he pulled off and she opted not to look back.

[v-4-mpmistress]

Hello my sincere apologies for bothering you but may I request a Vander x wife reader where the reader is very protective of the kids and she is basically a lawyer and a therapist so she is basically everybody's therapist and she's a very good lawyer and when the kids got in trouble because of pilltover and she's ready to be a lawyer how do you think they'll go it's up to you again my sincere apologies for bothering you.

My dear, it is never a bother!, don't worry, more like im sorry for taking so long, haha. i had finals, but im always here for u🪻🫶

Protector of my heart.

Vander x fem! Reader

Tags/warnings: none

There was a woman, a woman that everybody knew, yet her name was unspoken, only known as 'The lady' or 'The doc'.

The lady had a clinic upstairs of The Last Drop. She was the owner's missus, after all.

The calm to Vander’s storm, the one who thinks ten steps ahead, the kind of person one goes when needs help, emotional, or of legal manners, yet always kind.

Vander is always proud of how his wife can switch between comforting a sobbing child and intimidating a Piltover enforcer in seconds.

And that wife he loves so much?, you always thought people overestimated you, he said no, but in the end you were only trying to help, praise was secondary.

Vi once punched a kid who insulted Powder. When Vander scolded her, you simply asked, “Did she use her left hook?”

You taught the kids how to read Piltover lawbooks just in case. Vi rolled her eyes; Powder loved it. [Vi ended up liking to read, tho]

You have an “emergency contact” system in place—if the kids run into trouble, the first name they shout is yours, not Vander's, not because he was untrustworthy, of course not, but if something happened you both knew he was the first one the enforcers where going to look for

Your voice is scarier than Vander’s when you’re mad. And that’s saying something.

Everyone in the Lanes knows if you disappear for a day, half the undercity spirals into emotional chaos.

Mylo pretends he’s “too cool” for therapy, but he listens to everything you say.

Powder cries to you when she feels like a monster. You hold her and say, “You’re not broken, baby. You just haven’t found your shape yet.”

As a lawyer, tho?

You’ve read every Piltover statute and use legal loopholes like magic tricks.

You once defended a teen falsely accused of theft in a makeshift court—you didn’t just win, you humiliated the enforcer.

Vander calls you his "feral wife in heels" when you walk into court.

When Piltover arrested Vi for trespassing, you were already waiting outside the station with a signed release order before Vander could punch anyone.

And Vander?

He’s in awe of you. Still. Every day.

He likes to sit and watch you prep legal notes while cleaning his bar glasses. When you're angry, he knows to shut up and fetch tea.

He once said, “If I’m the shield, she’s the sword. And the brain. And the damn backbone.”

You patch up his bruises, remind him of mercy, and argue strategy like generals planning war, and he always kisses your knuckles when you finish because such gentle hands yet strong deserve praise.

And Vander? Oh, he loves how the kids love you, how Vi tries to act tough, but only breaks down in front of you.

Or how you taught Claggor negotiation tactics. He used one to get a bigger sandwich once, or how you once snuck into Piltover posing as a visiting counselor just to get intel and bail out one of your kids, that was one of the most atractive things Vander has seen.

The undercity respects you, its unspoken, but they do, even if they don't like Vander, even if they don't need your services, everyone knows living there is shitty enough, and having someone that wants to change the world? To help, that's more precious than anything.

Benzo respects you more than anyone,he calls you the “silent blade of Zaun.”

Even Silco kept his distance, unsure whether to fear or admire you. You once stitched up a wounded enforcer and cross-examined him about his abuse of power while doing it.

Vander always recalls the first time you had to get Vi out of trouble. You had studied, knew everything, spoke loud and clear, but after the enforcer left, you were trembling like a baby deer, and that day? He proposed to you, and nothing could convince him it wasn't one of the best decisions of his life.

[bethecliche]

beauty & the beast l suh johnny x f!original character

summary: Party boy Johnny really needs to read a book word count: 2.6k content: female reader (no mention of genitalia), no mention of skin color or hair color, no use of y/n, non idol

She stretched her arms behind her body, stretching while also yawned. Her head would go to meet her right shoulder, then turn 180 degrees to the left shoulder. It felt like there was a block of concrete weighing down her head and causing pain throughout her body, but it was all because she had been sitting for hours looking down reading a book.

It's never cool to feel discomfort while doing your favorite activity - in her case, reading books. But the excitement was so powerful and her interest only grew page after page. As a kid, she never got to read it in its entirety and as it was the theme of the next meeting with the book club, she wanted to be prepared to talk about every little detail. The only reason the girl wasn't in her dorm with a cup of tea and some biscuits was because the library only had one copy available at the moment and the rule was that single books couldn't be borrowed, so her neck had so suffer a bit.

Yeah, reading on a laptop or cell phone is a thing, sure. However, nothing replaces touching the book and smelling its pages. How many people have already picked up that book? When she finishes it, she will read in the last page the names of the people who already enjoyed the story, other ones who also entered the universe she's immersed now. Or maybe she was the first to pick up that specific copy, so her name would be on the first line. That might not mean anything to most people, but she is not most people.

With a arm now resting on the wooden table to hold the exhausted head and the other hand fingering the pages, feeling how many were left to finish, a sweet perfume entered her nose and her mind began to wonder if the fatigue is so strong that is causing her to hallucinate part of the story.

“Hey, excuse me. Can I borrow this book? There's no other left on the selft and I really need it.” A male voice said from behind, almost giving the her a heart attack.

It was late at night and the last thing she expected was people coming into the library and not leaving. She loves reading books, that's a fact. And the librarian loves it just as much as her, so the two had an agreement that the young woman could stay a little later while the old lady got everything ready to close the place. Why would she have let someone in there almost at closing time? The girl finally turned her back to face whoever was calling. She was shocked, to say the least.

The first thing to noticed was his face, and boy, he's pretty. Really pretty. His hair was short and dark, with some golden highlights illuminating his features. He was wearing a white t-shirt, a lot of chains around his neck and also a headphone with music still on. He looked like a model or a main character from a romcom. Probably the bad boy, tho. It wasn't anything an ordinary student would wear on a Thursday. Maybe he was leaving a party? Most likely. She didn't know whether to feel admiration or envy seeing such an elegant and charming boy.

Analyzing so much made her forgot that the unkwon boy made a request.

“Do you mean this book?” She pointed to the red book over the table (since it was her third book of the day) and the boy nodded, kinda rouse. “Sorry, but I started reading it a few minutes. I'll try to finish it really quickly and I can arrange to give it to you tomorrow. Is that okay?” She explained in her sincere voice, showing that she really meant it. The boy might be pretty, but a book is a book and she got there first.

The stranger looked desperate after hearing the answer.

“You don’t understand... I need to read this book right now. I have an exam tomorrow and I have no idea what happens in this story and there’s no movie on Netflix. I can not wait!” He exclaimed nervously.

The girl saw herself as a kind woman, however, when it came to books, she could be a bit difficult. However, not to say the decision would be made based on how fine he is, but dude did seemed desperate. She didn't want to feel responsible if he did badly on the test. Well, partly guilty, since he looked like he was leaving a nightclub on a weekday and hadn't studied for his test.

“Do you have to read Beauty and the Beast for your exam?” She raised an eyebrow, turning the book over. “A fable?”

The stranger shrugged and rolled his still worried eyes.

“It’s a French literature test and then a short essay on the book that we have to do during class. There’s no point in questioning it, the teacher is a pain in...” He censored himself, realising he don't know the girl enough to be mouthing a teacher like that. “It's the shortest book on his list, if you know what I mean.”

It was obvious the boy needed the book more than she did. One had a book club that was going to meet on Saturday and the other had an exam on the subject in a few hours. But it was very difficult to give up something that was grabbing so much of her attention. So only one alternative came to mind. “We can share the book now, if you want,” she suggested, “if you don't mind too.”

Maybe not actually a viable suggestion, but it was the best she could do. Party boy seemed relieved by the suggestion, he didn't even need to consider it and was already sitting in the empty seat next to the bookworm girl.

Her fingers finally returned to the pages, now flipping back to the beginning. Although she might be quite far along, the truth was that she didn't mind starting over.

He ajusted himself in the seat and leaned closer to the girl, so close that his chin hovered over her shoulder. He's tall, so tall, that felt like he could hurt his back bending like that to check the book she held. To make it a little bit harder for her, not only he was tall, handsome and reading a book right next to her face, his scent was even stronger this close and it felt so good. She hoped the boy wouldn't look at her blushing face.

Except for the occasional page turning and the boy asking her to slow down fliping the pages, the place was completely silent based on the hour. At one point, they turned to each other and the two almost bumped their foreheads together. They laughed and continued reading. It was kinda cute.

The second time reading those sentences wasn't as easy as the first. Her eyes were on the pages, but her thoughts were far from Belle's story. She tried to figure out in the back of her mind if she knew who he was, what his name should be, what his major should be. Was he popular? How cool was this party? She never saw him around her classes or her dorm, but it's not like the girl cared enough to keep up with those details... Still, a little curious how such a beautiful boy who definitely stands out wherever he goes never crossed her path. And if so, how stupid was she not to notice?

Half an hour into the study, he seemed confident about his test and his grade. “This book seems easy.” He sing out.

One hour later, he was already complaining on how boring it was and how so many pages were left. “They're both so stupid, I want it to end.”

One and a half hours into the study, he stopped cursing at the characters and felt deeply in the dream land. He had his body straight minus his head, kinda turned down. Not the best way to sleep.

Stay focused. Stay focused. Don't sleep too.

She couldn't just continue reading the book and forget that the stranger, who was now sleeping, almost had a nervous breakdown about his studies just minutes ago. Picking up the pencil and notebook that were on the table from when she was doing her homework earlier (homework and three books, yeah, she had a busy day) and started writing some notes on the last page.

The clock on the wall showed that it was past 2 am and the girl, who was also sleepy, could barely keep her eyes open. After yawning and more yawning, she went into the position that had irritated her so much during the day and with her head down, she also fell asleep.

♫ She had them Apple Bottom Jeans Boots with the fur (with the fur) ♫

A loud noise began to play shortly after. The moment she opened her eyes, she realized that her head was not bending anymore, but lying on the table. The boy, that also sleept bending on the chair, was also lying on the table and very close to her face. She thanked God that she didn't drool in her sleep or it would have been too embarrassing to drip saliva on the beauty next to her.

Adjusting her eyes, an image of a God became very clear. His face was very clean, recently shaved, probably for the party. He had a small and almost fading dot close to his pinkish and very tempting lips. Oh, man. He looks just too perfect.

His arm was also quite strong and perfect for hugging. Which was what he was doing at the moment. Not sure how, but she probably fell asleep on the table first and eventually he fell onto the table too, placing his arm to rest on the girl's back. It was a welcoming feeling.

As the song keept playing and it became a little too weird admire an unfamiliar man, she adjusted herself in the chair, causing the other one to wake up as well and begin to notice his surroundings. The librarian must have forgotten or not even noticed that the two were still there, letting such chaos happen.

“Ho.ly.shit!” The brunette muttered under his breath as he denied the call he was receiving and checking the time. 4 am. The bookworm turned to him with an optimistic smile, even though she knew he was frustrated upon to realize they both slept. His eyes were almost closed, avoiding the light from the smartphone screen. “I'm sorry, someone is looking for me thinking I'm still at the party. It's just that I- Oh, God. What am I going to do?”

His hands went to his bronzed face, slapping it in disappointment and to keep him awake. It was dawn and he was still tired, his test was getting closer and closer, there was no way to have hope now. He do regret going to a party mid-week and thanks God for taking only two shots.

“I.. er... I can try to explain the story to you.” Suggested the frequent reader. "If this is for a literature class, just telling you what happened literally isn’t going to be enough, and it’s clear you didn’t quite get the story. You kept mumbling on how absurd it was.”

The stranger gave a huge smile that lit up his face. All the stress was gone. That seemed to be the most beautiful thing he had heard in days.

“That would be... so good! I will be forever grateful...” As he lifted his hand to his heart, feeling light by her help, he them noticed how tired she also looked. He was not expecting a good and nice night of sleep spreaded in a library table, so if he was feeling shitty... “Wait... Did you read the book? Did you finish it last night? I'm so sorry. You should've slept too.” Pretty boy placed his hand on the girl’s shoulder and gave her a worried look. If he feels tired, can't imagine how she's feeling.

“I fell asleep before the end, but I made some notes for you up to the part where I stopped.” She pointed to the notebook in front of them. “To be honest, I already know the story. My mom read it to me when I was a kid. I don't remember that much but can't be that hard to assume a fairytale ending, right?”

The brunette breathed a little more easily. When he noticed the position he was in, although satisfactory, he took his hands from her shoulders and put them in his own pocket. “You know a thing or two about books, huh?”

Not that she was trying to brag, but it was the truth. She knew a little too much about books, especially fiction.

“Maybe I should come to the library more often. I can learn a few things from you.” He propose.

Not wanting to miss the opportunity, she responded excitedly. “I'll be available. For you.”

She hadn't meant to come off as flirtatious, but fuck it, she didn't feel guilty about it. It was a nice feeling. She already slept with him, right? A suggestive phrase won't kill.

“I don’t want to ruin the obvious mood, but I don’t have much time. The test is in a few hours and I want to go to the dorm to get some proper rest beforehand. Tell me everything you know about this book.”

In a few minutes, the girl explained the entire plot of Beauty and the Beast and what he needed to look at the notes, not forgetting to say that it would be good for him to read the book afterwards to get a sense of closure. The boy just laughed, he wasn’t going to touch that book any time soon.

“Thank you so much, you’re saving my life!” The two stood up from their chairs and the handsome model ran his fingers through the reader’s hand and placed his lips on the top of it, maintaining eye contact. “I don’t know if I’ll become an avid fiction reader like you, but I would definitely love to hear the reviews if you're up to tell me.”

“We can always watch the live action.”

In a few seconds, in a bit of shyness for what was said, she collected the books thrown on the table to return to the library entrance and slung her bag over her shoulder. The boy, who had nothing but his cell phone, just ran his hands through his hair waiting for her to finish tidying up.

“By the way, my name is Johnny. Suh Johnny. I'm majoring Psychology.” With the introduction, he took her hand again, squeezing it a little and feeling its warmth. With his cool style, this was not the course he seemed to attend.

She also introduced herself as an English major in her third semester.

Johnny nodded as if he knew exactly who she was. “You’re the one who gave the speech about using artificial intelligence in undergraduate work, right?”

Smiling nervously, she nodded. “You saw my presentation? I thought it was just for other students in my course.”

“I was walking past the auditorium at the time. It's kind of hard to ignore a smart, pretty girl like you. So... uh, I see you later. Right? Thanks again.”

Johnny gave the girl a soft smile and turned to the door, running quickly to get out of there urgently. He had butterflies in his stomach.

The girl, now also smiling, was so enchanted that she didn't even realize that he was supposed to take only the sheet of paper with the notes and not her entire notebook. But she would realize in a few hours when she arrived at class without the material and this would be a perfect excuse to look for Johnny around campus. Maybe this would be the beginning of a romance story that neither of them would have to rush to read.

[xamaxenta]

ASL all being raised on violence so they genuinely don’t understand softer touch, genuine kindness at first

Like these three feral jungle kids bit kicked scratched each other full on brawled one another because it was the only way they knew how to show affection

(Garp’s fist of love is not exactly a great point of reference for any of them, Dadan was also likewise heavy handed but lets be real these brats kicked her ass more than she kicked theirs lmao)

Luffy clicks with Zoro because Zoro’s just built like that, he’s built walls and his dreams to become the worlds greatest swordsman and nothings gonna stop him, So when Luffy decks him, hauls ass flings him about, its how Luffy shows affection, rocketing at top speed towards Zoro whilst yelling his name because he knows Zoro can take it, the same doesnt really go down well with Nami or Usopp, theyre not built the same way— bruises and bumps and scratches, Nami whacks him over the head all the time for stupid stuff she says and Luffy finds thats familiar, to which Usopp is like my guy my dude thats actually pretty effed up holy hell

Usopp and Sanji being the first of the crew to show Luffy that affection doesnt have to be violent (like usopp sharing a cool beetle he found, Sanji ruffling his hair because hes mad hes gotta wait until dinner for more food)

Ace fights a lot because it’s all he knows how to do right, hes good at it, he wins alot mostly but loses just as many times because he overestimates himself, maybe after fighting Whitebeard 100 times he doesnt let up and Whitebeard catches on immediately after Ace has taken his ink like son, just because i can kick your ass doesnt mean you have to go looking for it. Ace confused is like huh? But isnt this like a bonding activity and WB concerned asks Ace what his childhood was like and Ace shrugs uh. Absent everyone? Like everyone, kinda acted out a ton for attention and stuff, the WBP appalled at Ace’s viewpoint on violence versus affection look to multiple ways in which they can smother their newest brother with actual kind affection, naturally it starts with Marco approaching him with food and no other motive than to be kind — Ace used to fighting tooth and nail to eat looks so suspicious its almost heartbreaking

Sabo who’s never known a kind word from his blood parents and only begruding respect and tolerance from Dadan — hes perceptive, the fact this bandit lady with the crazy intense face is allowing him to freeload with Ace n Luffy tells him a ton about her, she’s coarse and rude and everything Sabo’s parents hate so naturally Sabo loves her, (its a shame we never got more Dadan and Sabo :(((((() gravitates towards Ace because he’s everythinf his parents hate too, wild uncouth loudmouthed and violent and they get along, they beat each other up bc its how they tell each other theyre strong ive got your back

And then he loses his memories and maybe thats a good thing because Sabo learns kindness with the revolutionaries, he feels seen and heard and respected (Big Applause to Dragon and Iva for listening to kid Sabo beg and plead not to go back to his old life and went okay hes ours now chadmindset love to see it) he learns that violence and affection are a double sided coin, that he can use his skills to fight and protect those that cant do it for themselves

ASL are a rowdy set of rabble rousin kiddos but its really nice to see how they develop as they got older bc of the people they encountered who help them understand theyre not alone as they think they are

[count-alucard-tepes]

What sexy things do the OP Hotties do that turn you on? 👀

Haha I normally wouldn’t do slightly spicy asks but I’ll respond to this one because I can’t resist😆😍

Kizaru ✨: he such a tease, you know he’s so smooth with the ladies and he dresses really well too. A well put together man is always desirable.

Akainu🌋: he’s stoic and cold and I’m a brat 😂 I feel like that would be the perfect match for someone like him. Also he has tattoos and he seems like he would protect me with his life and that’s so sexy.

Ryokugyu 🌱: he’s a bad boy and everyone loves a bad boy. And when ever I get mad at him he would just turn into a tree with my favorite flowers…a girl is sold.

Fujitora 🐅: he’s such a sweetheart, you know he would be the best husband ever.

Sir Crocodile 🐊: it’s his style, he just oozes sexiness in everything he does and says. He knows he can have anyone and that confidence is really sexy.

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩: the ultimate bad boy who would have you wrapped around his finger literally and figuratively. It’s the sexy body, the laugh, the style! Not to mention, he’s someone you don’t want to cross the line with him. He’s the guy your parents say stay away from with good reason but you still want a taste.

Benn Beckman 🔫: he’s so mysterious and you know he’ll charm your pants off in 30 seconds. He’s also strong and smart…it’s a win-win situation!

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡: Oda thought everyone was gonna be terrified of this hottie! But no, this mochi baby daddy is the perfect example of don’t judge a book by its cover! He’s a family guy who listens to his mom and cares for his younger siblings! And not to mention he’s got a sexy body and can tell why you’re angry before you stomp around ! And he loves donuts so I never have to diet again! I AM SOLD!

Killer🔪: alright post time skip Killer is hot and all but pre time skip Killer had me on my knees! He’s is so cute and mysterious but also super intelligent and fine af! Blonde hair and blue eyes…that’s my punk rock Barbie right there!

Kaido🐉: he’s emotional af when he’s drunk and just loves the hell out of his kid and those around him that are loyal to him! To be Yamato’s mom and smash Kaido at him prime! Omg I’d cling to ankles, y’all !

King 👑 : he’s the hot character of color who is the epitome of tall, dark and sexy! He has the white hair! He’s that bitch! He’s got wings and legs for days! The fucking face tattoo!!! I would cling onto his knees (since that’s probably the highest point where I’d be able reach him) and die for this baby daddy!

Queen👑: oh man, Queen is so fucking cool! I just wanna party with him until I can’t walk anymore! You know he puts the party God to shame! Karaoke night at Onigashima would be everything!

Izou🔫🔫: he’s so beautiful…I would be so shy around him because he’s so freaken pretty and would always look hotter than me! It’s always nice to have someone else do your hair and make up and Izou is my main man to be my wifey!

Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒: the face tattoo! You know he’s a badass when he got a face tattoo and his best friend is an Okama! I’m ready to see Dragon naked, y’all! I’m about to be Luffy’s stepmom! Croc is about to gut me😂😂😂

Oven Charlotte 🍞: feeling sad…he bakes some cake…feeling happy…let’s have croissants! He’s just gonna fatten me up and I’ll never have to diet again because I’ll always be smaller than him! These Charlotte men are just the best! He’s also got main character energy 😂

Buggy🤡: he has hair goals I want to achieve but will never reach even if I tried! He’s charismatic and funny af! Buggy-sama is everything!😍

Marco the Phoenix 🦅: he’s a doctor! Score! My parents would never be prouder since I’m not…next best thing is my hubby being a doctor! He’s also such a cutie who seems to always be smiling!

Eustass Kidd🤘🎸: our favorite angry firecracker! He’s a cutie who wears make up and looks like he should be a drummer in a rock band! He’s got beautiful red hair and he’s intelligent! He also can fix your appliances! That’s a wifey right there!

Rosinantè Donquixote aka Cora-San💕: he’s gentle and emotionally available! Not to mention he’s a natural dad! He’s funny and clumsy af but a total badass! Let’s not forget he’s the handsome sibling lol

Who’s Who ❤️‍🔥👹: omg he’s tall, has pink hair, has tattoos and has a sexy smirk! Not to forget he turns into a cute kitty man! I’m ready to have his kittens!

Gecko Moria🦇: now prime Gecko Moria was every fucking thing! I mean who challenges Kaido and doesn’t actually lose…kinda! He was really hot too!

Iceburg💜: he’s so cute and funny, I can’t with him! He’s also so intelligent and can build stuff, love it!

Gild Tesoro⚜️🏅: first of all, he’s rich and he’s hot! A girl is sold! He sings and dances…even better!

Rob Lucci🐆: he’s so cute! I can’t deal especially in his kitty form, he’s also mysterious. From hot to cold in a mere couple of seconds! I love it! His hair is so beautiful too! I can’t deal!

[ladamedusoif]

Starry Night (Joel Miller x Stargazer f!reader)

A Merry Fic-Mas - December 1

Part of A Merry Fic-Mas: A Holiday Fic Calendar - click for masterlist.

Pairing: Jackson!Joel Miller x Stargazer F!Reader

Rating: Teen

Word count: ~1500

Warnings: Strong language (Ellie is involved); canon doesn’t go here; alcohol references; fluff; almost certainly some stargazing errors please forgive me

Summary: There are a lot of wonderful things about making it to the safety of Jackson, but the darkness of the night sky makes it a perfect home for a stargazer like you - and you’re only too happy to share your knowledge with a space-mad teenager. Oh, and her grumpy dad.

Every time you set up your telescope, you remembered the look Maria had given you the day you returned from a scavenging mission with it strapped to your back, still in its packaging.

“Seriously?”

You shrugged as you got off your horse. “Seriously. Got plenty of other stuff too, so let me have this, please?”

She looked dubious, but threw up her arms in resignation. “If we need it for lookout - it’s ours, okay?”

You nodded, hugging the telescope close to your chest, and raced home to set it up. 

Space was your dad’s thing, and he’d made it yours, too. Nights in the backyard with his very basic kit trained on the skies, stargazing maps in front of you, climbing on his lap to look through the viewfinder.

He taught you the major constellations, how to find planets visible in the night sky, explained how stars helped people navigate, long ago. 

Little did you know then how that information would come in handy years later, finding your way to the safety of the Jackson settlement with nothing else to guide you. 

Stargazing in the suburbs wasn’t ideal. Too much light pollution. In Jackson, though? Wide, open dark skies, far as the eye could see. 

Every time you watched the night sky, you looked out for your dad.

Cold, crisp, clear winter nights were your favourite time for stargazing. Bundled up in your warmest coat, hat, and blankets, you sat on your porch, telescope in front of you and an old Atlas of the Night Sky on your lap. Out of the corner of your eye, you became conscious of two people walking along the sidewalk past your home. Recent arrivals, you guessed, seeing as they weren’t familiar; a young girl, an older man. Father and daughter, probably.

“Whoa, dude. She’s got a fuckin’ real telescope!”

The girl had stopped to stare at you, eyes wide in astonishment. You offered a shy smile and a little wave, and were about to speak when the man interjected, beckoning the girl on with a frustrated tilt of his head.

“Mind your manners, Ellie. Sorry, ma’am. Didn’t mean to disturb you. You have a good night.” He nods and you return the gesture, touched by his somewhat old-fashioned manners, and they walk on as you go back to seeking out Castor and Pollux.

Over the next couple of weeks, you learned that the man was Tommy’s older brother, Joel. His exact relationship to Ellie, the teenage girl, was not clear: she wasn’t his biological daughter, you suspected but Tommy tended to refer to her as “Joel’s kid”.

They tended to keep to themselves, for the most part. But she would peek in your direction if she spotted you at social events in the community, as if she was weighing up whether she should go and talk to you. No amount of friendly waves and smiles from you could ever convince her, it seemed.

You took matters into your own hands at the holiday tree lighting ceremony. You picked them out easily: Joel, big and broad in a sheepskin-lined winter coat, greying hair curling over the collar; Ellie, ponytail bobbing from side to side as she looked at the illuminated tree in absolute awe and wonder. 

“Joel and Ellie, right?” 

They turned to appraise you, still wary of new people. You held out the mugs of eggnog you’d grabbed for them on your way across the room. 

“Thought you might like some eggnog, and I wanted to introduce myself. I’m the telescope lady.”

Ellie’s eyes widened. “So cool,” she murmured, as if to herself.

Joel nodded and accepted the eggnog gratefully, the mug suddenly appearing doll-sized in his large hands. “Ellie’s got a thing for space, don’t you? Loves hearing about the space programs, the astronauts, all that.”

The teenager looked down at her shoes and blushed a little as she nodded. Apocalypse or not, teenage girls will always be embarrassed by their dads. 

Ellie took a sip of her eggnog. “How’d you get a fuckin’ telescope, anyway?” 

Joel scolded her, but you chuckled. “I found it in an old hobby store on a scavenging mission one time. I wasn’t gonna leave that behind, now was I?” She grinned at your conspiratorial wink, and Joel seemed to relax a little.

“Come over whenever you want, and I’ll give you a guided tour of the sky. We’ve got perfect conditions here for it.”

She beamed and turned to Joel, who shook his head softly. “We don’t want to be disturbing you, ma’am.” You corrected him with your name, and he repeated it, low and slow, in that warm, dark voice of his.

“I mean it, Joel. You are both very welcome to do some stargazing with me, whenever you’d like.”

“No fuckin’ WAY!”

Ellie tears into the kitchen on the morning of December 21, excitedly brandishing a piece of paper under Joel’s nose as he sips - or tries to sip - his morning coffee.

“Whatever it is, El, it’s far too early for this kind of excitement.”

“Look at it, dude!”

He rolls his eyes, puts down his mug, and looks at the piece of paper. It’s a handwritten invitation, decorated with drawings of celestial bodies and, at the bottom, a bright red telescope. He can’t help but chuckle as he reads the words aloud.

“Ellie (and Joel) are invited to a special winter solstice stargazing party tonight, December 21, at 6pm. Wrap up warm and be ready to see stars.” Underneath, you’ve carefully written your name and address in neat print.

By now, Ellie is positively bouncing with excitement. “The fuckin’ telescope! I’m gonna look through a fuckin’ telescope! At fuckin' SPACE!”

Joel’s heart swells as he takes in her sheer joy at the prospect of looking up into the heavens, knowing how hard everything has been for her, how much he has wanted to make her smile again. 

“Alright, but there’ll be no telescope if you don’t eat and get dressed for school. Go on, now.”

The telescope is already set up on your porch when they arrive later that evening, Joel carrying a flask of hot coffee and Ellie a tin with a few cookies - the best they could rustle up at short notice. 

“I’m so glad you came!” You beam at them as you open your front door, beckoning them inside. “I’ve got some snacks ready, and some hot punch.”

A smile creeps over Joel’s face as he realises you’re somehow playing a compilation of holiday music. Brenda Lee is singing about rocking around the Christmas tree, Ellie is nodding her head in time to the song as she makes a beeline for the bowls of snacks you’d set out, and he is struck by just how long it’s been since he’s experienced anything akin to “holiday cheer”.

“What the fuck does ‘rockin’ around a Christmas tree’ mean, anyways?”

Joel tuts and rolls his eyes. “Ellie. Language.”

You giggle as you hand Ellie a cup of non-alcoholic hot punch. “It’s fine, Joel. I think she means people are dancing around a Christmas tree, Ellie.”

Ellie looks sceptical. “Fuckin’ weird. Hey, when can we look at the stars?”

Joel lets you take the lead, as Jackson’s resident stargazer. He sits on one of your kitchen chairs, sipping from a mug of punch, watching you show Ellie how to navigate the night sky. 

The punch is warming in more ways than one. As Ellie bounded out to the porch earlier, you’d subtly held up a bottle of liquor at him and raised your eyebrows in a silent question, before adding a little to your and his mugs of punch once he’d nodded his assent. 

“See that really bright, orangey one there? That’s Betelgeuse. It’s a red supergiant.”

Ellie’s mouth hangs open as she squints through the telescope’s eyepiece. “Red supergiant,” she repeats. 

“See if you can find Orion’s Belt for yourself. It’s not too far away.”

You turn to Joel, checked blanket wrapped around your shoulders, and raise your mug towards him with a warm smile. “Happy holidays, Joel.”

He reciprocates the gesture, dark, warm eyes crinkling as a gentle, genuine smile spreads across his face. It might be the first time you’ve ever really seen him smile.

He looks to the heavens, taking in the perfect, pitch-dark blue-black carpet of a night sky embroidered with millions of twinkling stars. For an instant, he finds comfort in remembering that we all - everyone who is, who has ever been, and who will ever be - gaze up at the same firmament. 

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[slutforslytherin]

girls just want to have fun

warnings: kissing , slight choking , kinda fingering(above underwear) , swearing , smoking , underage drinking , weird men / underage girls / based in baby on netflix. but they are hp characters.

summary: y/n = you + best friend pansy (ludo) skip a halloween party to go to a hookers club pansy’s been going to for awhile. you arrive and get flooded with compliments but one boy catches your eye.

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“I dont know pans” , i sigh in front of my begging friends body. “Please y/n you will have so much fun , plus who wants to go to a stupid school party” she giggles holding my hands tight , i think about it for a few seconds deciding it wouldn’t be as bad as i thought.

“whatever then this better be fun” i point in her now red face , she jumps up happily scolding my waist into a tight hug “i wont disappoint” she winks in my direction as i put on a slight smile.

Rummaging through clothes i find the perfect dress , stops just below my thigh covers up just enough of my body revealing certain body parts to make people crazy “pans whatchu think” i give a small twirl as her eyes trail around my body “sexyyy” she circled me poking my back causing me to squirm “you look sexy to” i wink biting my lip slightly as the sight of her in a beautiful red dress hugged her body perfectly.

“Pansy we are leaving now , see you later” pansy’s mum knocked on the door walking away with a gentle sigh. which was the perfect time , i pulled out a cigarette from my velvety purse along with a lighter reading ‘cry babies do it best’ ,. i light the cigarette which is placed between my lips taking a gentle drag inhaling the strong smoke before handing it over to pansy.

After a while we check the time reading ‘7:36’ , the party came around at like 8:15 so we rushed. Grabbing each of our purses burning the remainder of the cigarette and walking out the door “you exited” she asked sitting in the drivers seat of her car , me following behind in the passenger.

“i guess you could say that” i teased leaning my head into my hands “oh yeah guess who’s there” she said my eyebrow slightly raising “Theodore nottt and his puppets” my jaw drops eyes opening wide “what the fuck seriously” i questioned since there the popular boys who wouldn’t be seen dead with hookers.

She giggles as she pulls up outside a large building three big men standing outside in suits and tuxedos grinning at beautiful ladies walking beyond them in small dresses hardly covering there body “i wont have to fuck no old grandads will i” i joke hoping for a good answer “only if you want” she winks grabbing my hand as we run towards the entrance.

“fiore” pansy nods my eyes meet with a beautiful man standing in front slowly shaking pansy’s tiny hands “pansy evening, nice seeing you again” he smiles “this is” he pointed in my direction slowly grabbing my hand “im y/n , its nice to meet you” i gave a shy smile as he placed a gently peck on my knuckle.

small pecks of blush creep on my cheeks as he holds both of our lower backs to lead us in , we took small footsteps in our tall red heels him in the middle posh black shoes placed on his feet “here we are ladies enjoy” he winks giving my back a small push as i get greeted with loud music flashing purple lights and small smiles.

“grrr” men whisper in our ears as we walk through wine glass in my hand sipping and licking as pansy plays fiore’s tie “hey check it out” pansy nudges my arm as i look over and see theodore sitting beside matteo and draco sipping on cool white whiskey admiring my body by the looks of it “is he looking at me” i turn around facing pansy “hes walking towards you” she winks pushing me back as my back falls into his chest.

“So a whore huh” he spoke “excuse me” i took slight offence as he held his hands up in a surrender motion “kidding , why are you here princess” he teased my body holding onto my waist digging his longer finger nails into my hip “pansy invited me , and you” i questioned , theodore has been a good friend of mine ever since primary school but we kinda drifted away since we got older “matteo invited me , like a year ago haven’t stop coming since” he ate a olive out of his drink as music played gently.

“why are you here y/n , a sweet innocent girl like you being flirtatious with older men hm” he put a strand of hair behind my ear as my eyes look down. I felt his hand creep to my throat gently tugging “i uh i didn’t fancy going to the school party so” as i tried to finish his lips connected with mind.

Our tongues played with each others top and bottom lip until he slipped it into my mouth , “mm” is all i managed to get out as his fingers swam beneath my dress.

His finger going over my covered clit

causing a small whimper to escape into his burning mouth. i grinded upon his two fingers as his hand had a tight grip on my throat squeezing ever so often “fuck” i moaned into his mouth gaining a small smirk “feel good cara mia hm” he kisses my temple as i felt a knot in my stomach “m’so close” i bit my lip bruising it as my legs shake.

I seriously just came on THEODORE NOTT’S fingers at a party? oh my , he continued rubbing my clit until it throbbed begging for him to let go “i i came theo” i put my head in his neck as he removed his fingers “hm take that as a warning bella come back here again it will be a punishment” he winked.

my body left shaking in the middle of a dance floor as he sits back down with his friends acting like nothing happened.

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AWFUL I KNOW STAWP

[accordingtodumas]

A maybe not-so-brief opinion on tennis kits: Roland Garros 2025 edition! Part 1.

Clay season reached its peak. The biggest tournament on this surface (which we all know is the best one) and the second grand slam of the year, Roland Garros is already showing us long battles, shocking upsets, loud and passionate crowds and, of course, debatable fashion.

This list is absolutely arbitrary and I'm no specialist in any of the aspects in question here, so this is just my Opinion™. I'm not looking at every single kit because there are too many players and brands, but let me know if I'm missing something noteworthy!

Photos are from Pinterest and Roland Garros' website.

Nike tries to be vintage

The Pretty Little Baby Yeah Yeah

I spent the whole match waiting for Jannik to pull a giant lollipop out of his pocket and say "yipee yipee doo!" or something like that. I don't know if the colors that screams the cold war kid from the West vibe, or if Jannik himself it's kinda cartoonish, but either way he looks silly in a cute way. It suits him, don't you guys think? And I like a good polo on a tennis court, so the number one's kit is approved!

The Energetic Tiger

Oh I like this! I already said this before and I'll repeat as many times as needeed, but blue and orange make such a good combo! So far I've only seen Aryna wearing these colors (if we think about Nike, I mean), and I think fits her super nicely; it's vibrant, strong and fun just like Sabalenka's game and personality. Also these different shoelaces? Just cool. It's approved for sure.

The Pajamas Boys

I'm divided between finding these horrendous and fun. Since I'm a colorful person, I have to admit that I enjoy the combos here and ok, I get that the stripes adds some frenchness to it, but at the same time looks so lazy and awkward, I don't know how to explain. This kit bothers me and I can't say it's super approved since it looks like pajamas you would see in any fast-fashion store. The blouse is gorgeous tho:

Really, I want one of these to myself.

The Classy Ladies

The colors. The shape. Chef's kiss. I really like the details on the skirt on both types of kits. I wish Qinwen had a more beautiful shade of lilac tho, but I like this tank-polo-top; I suppose Nike wanted to go for a more classic look, and while they made the men look silly, they nailed with women's in my opinion. Maddy's and Olga's (and Aryna's) kit have this nice detail on the back that adds some personality to it:

So the ladies kits are approved!

The Sailor Naomoon

Cute af. It's a shame this kit had such a brief life in this tournament, but I love Naomi's personalized kits overall. I think there's not much to be added because the pink magic girl from the 90s vibe speaks for itself. Approved with a small tear in the corner of the eye.

Adidas gave up

Ok, I'll just get Elina and Foki here as an example because honestly that's all Adidas is giving us at the moment. At least I've seen the ladies wearing only this black dress - which, ngl, looks good. It's impossible to fail a classic black dress. It's chic, functional, everybody likes it, great. On the men's side, however, we're seeing this kit since clay season started and I'm super tired of this combo. Come on Adidas, is this bankruptcy or just lack of creativity? Do they think that adding a tiny detail on the back will trick us to the point we're not going to notice their lazyness? Sorry, but no. We're in Roland Garros, for God's sake!! For this reason, these kits receive a not approved seal.

Tsitsipas is really just a Sharpie pen at this point.

Uuh Lacoste (?)

I didn't notice a pattern by Lacoste so we're going to take a look individually by players I've seen:

The Sweat Shirt

We all know athletes are always sweating but I'm not convinced that we needed a shirt that already looks like sweat. I don't know if it's a strategy that I'm not getting here, but uh. No. The colors have potential, I enjoy this kind of silver-grey-blue with white, but it could be better. This print is disapproved unfortunately.

The same tennis court shirt but it's Red

Djokovic is wearing the Djokoshirt. Dude has 100 titles so I guess he has the right of wearing whatever he wants, but that's exactly the reason I'd expect something way more interesting than this. Meh, not approved.

The Oui Oui

Here we see Elsa Jacquemot wearing both variations, with a skirt and a shorts, and I really enjoy both of them! I admit that I'm biased towards pink (and that I didn't know who Elsa was until I saw this kit, sorry girl), but I think this one is pretty good by itself! The small RG pink logo, come on, super cute. I like the details on the top too, looks fresh and classy. Approved!

The We've could've had it all

Daniil's version of The Oui Oui, but given the tragic result of his first round match, it's more like The Non Non. Is it the same kit he was wearing the whole clay season in different colors? Yes, but it has a pink detail and nice socks and shoes, so I'd approve it if Daniil had stayed with us longer.

On gets dreamy

It's magical, ethereal, it's purple and colorful at the same time, it shines. I simply love this so much! I think it would look way better without this wide white stripe, I don't understand why On insist on the white gradient when the rest of the colors is so pretty. Also I find a bit funny how it looks like João fell on his ass in a puddle of yellow paint, but the socks matching with the shoes make up that detail for me. Gloriously approved!

Asics after the A.P.C. collection

Spoiler: not that interesting, but there are some highlights. Here they are:

The blue Jasmine

There's nothing too much special about it, but I like the shades of blue and yellow. Simple, yet good and efficient. Approved.

The guest that took the theme of the party too seriously

Alex wanted us all to know that he was really playing at Roland Garros. He was there, you see? He's wearing the slam's colors! Jokes aside, I think I like it. The orange stripe on the shirt looks a bit ~rushed~, but it's ok - and I have deep respect for someone who respects the theme of an occasion and assume its tackyiness! Approved without much enthusiasm.

The Tired after glory

I was one of the people that absolutely LOVED that polemic white sleevless kit Lorenzo wore for clay season. So cool kid, so different, so stylish, wooww. Then we have this. Not bad, but boring honestly. Not approved only because we've seen better days.

Minty and Elegant Yonex

I like it! Again, I feel there's not much to say. I guess the element that make me nod in approvement is the color. Both options, the minty and the darker blue, have a nice contrast with the orange of the clay. It's pleasant and fresh to see. Approved!

(at any moment there will be a part 2)

[fancyfeathers]

Okay this is a bit a weird request for Fancy. Basically after finishing the current archon quest and seeing your comments about Kachina (I love her btw) I just had the most weird and insane idea at 2 am 😭

Okay- So what if William and his darling had another daughter? Like, you know when most of fam had kids and they kinda have grown big and then there is this random younger child that is born after many years of everyone pretty much stopping having kids years ago.

Basically my idea was that this younger daughter would be really similar to Kachina in terms of personality. And since she probably would have been an accidental(?) child, she is like way younger than the rest of the kids and she is way to young to figure out/know about the lord of crime thing, so she just kinda is that lonely child left aside (especially after william is gone for like 3 years presumed ‘dead’, where all of other kids just leave the house and don’t even come back for the reunion)

So yeah- this is very random- you can make it AU scenario if it feels weird to include her, or not do it at all of its too chaotic 😭 but ig i would love ur thoughts on this then ❤️

Yes, Oh my god yes! I live this request more than anything and she would probably end up looking a lot like Kachina just because genetics from William and his darling

I love this idea and I am making it happen now

Father Like Daughter (Yandere William James Moriarty and his darling having a genius daughter)

I could definitely see this happening one of two ways, the first of which would her being born right before the Final Problem. At this point Eloise is around seventeen, and Madeline is about fifteen, and when she is born both of them forget what it is like to have a baby around since they were all born within a few years of each other. Then when William is pronounced as “dead” and everything just falls to hell, she probably would be taken in by Louis and his darling, her uncle and aunt, since William’s darling just had her whole world turn around and is no state to raise another child (to which then she goes to New York to start over and reunites with William). For three years she is raised by him and she has a normal childhood, playing about with other kids but at the same time she helps out when she can since her Uncle Louis always seems a bit stressed, so she grows a sense of responsibility. She is told about her father, not about the darker sides of their family though, and her elder sister and cousins, but when she asks if she can meet them Louis has to say no but he cannot tell her why, that they all cut everyone else off, so he has to tell her that her older sisters and cousins are doing really important jobs so they are quite busy. But sometimes she will snag a glance at the newspaper when her uncle or even Mr. Bonde is reading it and see stories about her amazing detective sister and her latest case or her really cool big cousin and the charity he had just founded, they are her heroes and she barely knows them. That is until one day when she is out on a walk to the store with her Uncle Louis and she let’s go of his hand for one second to look at a pretty lady’s dress and-

“Watch out!”

Before she can even know what is going on, a lady grabs her and pulls her out of the way from being trampled by a horse. It takes her a second to recognize the lady as none other than Eloise. There is a quick sweet moment between the two of them before Eloise has to hand her back to their uncle because she has a meeting with a client of hers. Then on their own way home her uncle hears her say-

“When I’m grown up I want to be brave and strong, just like Eloise!”

The other way is that when William and his darling reunite in New York, his darling ends up getting pregnant with her and she gets a pretty normal childhood compared to her sisters and cousins. She will snuggle between her parents after they had dinner with Billy and Sherlock and Sherlock’s darling and ask all about what her big sisters are like with no idea of who they really are now, so in her mind she gets painted this false version of what they are like now because children cannot always understand how people can change over time. So when the day comes when she finally gets to move to England, she is so excited to meet her big sisters and cousin and honestly expects to be a big family like in the stories William told her about them. So just imagine her shock and disappointment when none of the show up and she just looks at her father and asked why aren’t they there.

She would honestly probably be everything William hoped for in his relationship with his children but the others just have stubborn way of seeing things.

[mjonthetrack]

Chapter 29: Magic Kingdoms & Quiet Truths

The sun beat down on the gates of Disney World, hot and high like victory had its own spotlight. The Saints organization had booked the whole damn day out—parades, catered meals, VIP rides, the works. Players rolled in with families—kids on shoulders, spouses in matching tees, grandparents in scooters with Saints flags flying proud.

Sefa walked with his crew—his mom laughing at something his oldest brother said, his pops decked out in championship gear like he won the damn ring. His nephew had the Lombardi trophy tattoo airbrushed on his shirt.

Everyone was here.

Except her.

Monét hadn’t shown.

The players started whispering about it around lunchtime. Maybe she was grieving again. Maybe it was all too much. Maybe she was already back to work like always. The front office kept saying she RSVP’d but hadn’t checked in. So they carried on, enjoying the trip—roller coasters, cotton candy, autographs, photo ops.

And then, just as the sun began to dip into that golden hour...

The crowd around the castle parted like instinct, heads turning in sync.

She walked in, slow and cool like she had all the time in the world.

Short shorts hugging toned legs. A Saints Super Bowl tank knotted at the waist. A pair of limited-edition dunks in the team colors. And perched on her head—of all things—Eeyore ears.

Her curls bounced around the headband, and her shades hid tired eyes but couldn’t mute the small, tired smile on her lips.

The crowd erupted.

Players jogged over. Cheerleaders screamed her name. Front office suits started clapping. Somebody passed her a frozen lemonade. Somebody else shoved Mickey ears at her.

Sefa didn’t say anything.

He just watched her, hands in his pockets, smiling quietly from across the walkway.

She smiled back—quick, grateful—and raised her drink.

“To the champs.”

Everyone toasted. Laughing. Cheering.

But somewhere in the middle of the celebration, in between rides and group pictures and fireworks in the sky… they started to notice.

She was the only one who came alone.

No parents. No partner. No little ones tugging at her hand. No friends waiting by the funnel cake stand.

Just her. A woman in Eeyore ears, sipping lemonade with a tired smile.

The team surrounded her as much as they could. Made sure she was in the center of every picture. Someone always looping their arm around her, dragging her into dance circles. The players’ wives pulled her into conversations, cheerleaders hung on her like sisters.

But Sefa saw through it.

She was present, but quiet.

Happy, but not full.

So when the last firework exploded above Cinderella’s castle, lighting up the sky in Saints gold, he drifted over to her side, bumping her shoulder with his gently.

“You okay?” he asked, voice low.

She nodded, still staring up.

“I’m good,” she said.

“You sure?”

She let a beat pass before answering.

“I’m just… noticing things,” she whispered. “That’s all.”

He didn’t press.

Instead, he just stood next to her, close enough for her to lean if she needed it.

And even though she didn’t—not yet—she let their hands brush.

And for the first time that day, she didn’t feel quite so alone.

—————

Chapter 30: Until They Can’t March Anymore

The off-season didn’t bring rest. It brought chaos.

Not within the Saints’ locker room, but everywhere else.

Monét Ali’s name was on every screen, printed in every headline, whispered across the league with equal parts awe and disbelief. Sports analysts dissected her Super Bowl performance down to her sideline stance. Fashion outlets praised her effortless swagger in a vintage Saints jacket and clean dunks. Talk shows brought her up weekly—sometimes as a coach, sometimes as a symbol.

The world had crowned her.

The First Lady of Football.

Clips from the press conference the day after her father’s death were still cycling through social media. Her words, strong despite the shake in her voice, had turned into a war cry.

“Carry him home. I’ll carry this team next.”

Those words had stuck like scripture.

Every team that didn’t have her wanted her. Within weeks, offers flooded in from all corners of the league—multi-year contracts, record-breaking salaries, full creative control. Franchises that never even had a woman in their coaching staff were willing to restructure entire departments to make space for her.

They didn’t just want Monét Ali.

They needed her.

Inside the Saints facility, the energy shifted. Players weren’t just training. They were waiting.

Watching.

Trying to act normal while knowing she might not walk back through those doors again.

No one said it aloud, but they all felt it—she was bigger than them now. Bigger than the Saints. Bigger than the Super Bowl.

The headlines made it sound inevitable.

“Coach Ali Expected to Take Job with AFC Powerhouse”

“Saints’ Cinderella Season Ends as Coach Eyes Exit”

“New Era of Football Has a New Queen—Where Will She Go?”

And then, as the speculation reached a fever pitch, it all stopped.

No press conference. No ESPN exclusive. No statement read through a shaky PR agent’s voice.

Just a single post.

A photo taken outside the Superdome. Monét stood in front of the black and gold gates, hoodie pulled low over her curls, her father’s clipboard tucked beneath one arm. The caption was short. Final.

I’ll be a Saint until they can’t march anymore. Loyalty over legacy. – Coach Ali

The internet broke.

New Orleans erupted.

Inside the Saints facility, players jumped to their feet, yelling, pounding lockers, hugging each other like they’d won the Super Bowl all over again. The group chat exploded. Coaches called staff meetings just to scream. The janitor did a praise dance in the hallway.

Sefa saw the post while repping bench press in the weight room. The moment he read it, he let the bar rest across his chest, closed his eyes, and grinned. He knew it deep in his bones. Of course she stayed. Of course she wasn’t done. That was Monét.

She didn’t run.

Not from pressure. Not from grief. Not from the weight of filling her father’s shoes.

She stayed.

And now, there wasn’t a soul in the league who didn’t know exactly where she stood.

She belonged to New Orleans. To her daddy’s legacy. To the team she’d carried on her back when the world thought she’d fall apart.

This time, she was marching with them.

And they were marching with her.

————

Chapter 31: For the Ones Who Stayed

The locker room was quieter than usual. No music, no cleats stomping the floor, no jokes flying across benches. Just the soft thud of duffel bags being zipped and the occasional low laugh between teammates as the reality of the off-season finally settled in.

It had been a hell of a ride.

The Super Bowl win still clung to their skin like sweat, still echoed in their bones, but now it was time. Time to part ways, rest up, and wait for the next call to battle. Most of them had never made it this far. Some never thought they would. But they had—and not just for themselves.

The doors creaked open.

Monét stepped in slow, dressed in all black Saints gear and her dad’s old hat tugged down low. She didn’t raise her voice or call for attention. She didn’t need to. The second she stepped in, the whole room turned.

Every eye locked onto her.

She looked at them like a mother hen staring down a rowdy, beloved flock. She was proud—and it showed. She took a slow breath, letting it fill the silence before she spoke.

“I ain’t gon’ take up too much of y’all time,” she said, voice steady. “But I couldn’t let y’all walk out that door without letting you know—how proud I am.”

She looked around, eyes scanning from face to face. No one looked away.

“You showed up,” she continued. “Not just for me. Not just for my daddy. Y’all showed up for each other. For yourselves. For this city.”

The locker room was still.

“And I know my daddy’s somewhere up high, rockin’ that same damn hat, talkin’ ’bout, ‘That’s my team.’” Her voice cracked just slightly, but she didn’t break. She held steady. “I’m proud of y’all in ways I’ll never have the right words for. So... this is me trying.”

She turned and stepped out into the hallway for a moment.

When she came back in, she had a large case in her arms—matte black, clean lines, and weighty. She set it down on the center table and opened it with a quiet click. Velvet boxes. Dozens of them. Each one identical, lined in deep Saints gold.

“Before y’all head out for the off-season, I wanted to give you something,” she said. “A thank you.”

She started handing them out one by one, calling each name like it was Sunday roll call.

When the players opened them, the room went damn near silent.

Inside each box lay a platinum chain—thick, heavy, undeniable. One side of the diamond-encrusted pendant was etched with the group photo taken right before Monét left the post-Super Bowl celebration. Every player, every coach, every face proud beneath stadium lights. And on the other side?

Coach Ali.

Smiling under his Saints cap, forever captured in his element.

The silence gave way to murmurs, then to emotion. Some of the boys sat staring. A few stood up and pulled her into hugs that lasted longer than they probably meant to. A few others just nodded, jaw clenched, knowing what this meant.

It wasn’t just jewelry.

It was a legacy.

A reminder of what they’d built together. What they’d lost. And what they’d earned.

Monét smiled, eyes glossed over but bright. “Y’all earned every diamond in there. Every single one.”

She backed toward the door, letting the moment breathe, letting them soak it in.

“Y’all be safe. Rest up. Celebrate however you need to,” she said with a final nod. “But when the next season comes around…”

She smirked.

“Come back hungry. We not done marching.”

And with that, she turned, hat low, heart high, and stepped out the locker room.

The chains sparkled in their palms. The room sat quiet—until Sefa broke the silence with a low whistle.

“Damn,” he muttered. “She really her.”

No one argued.

Because yeah—she was.

—————

Chapter 32: The Reintroduction

The off-season was supposed to be quiet. Chill. Uneventful.

But Monét Ali had other plans.

She’d gotten her therapy. Good therapy. The kind that didn't just teach you how to breathe through pain—but made you face it, cry through it, and come back stronger with a steel spine and your foot on the gas.

She’d been pouring herself into healing and then slowly—strategically—stepping back into the light. The world had tried to define her as a grieving daughter, a lucky one-season coach, a sentimental win. But Monét didn’t believe in flukes. She believed in hard work, timing, and divine alignment.

And now?

The world was watching her pivot with precision.

Nike campaigns. Jordan collabs. Savage Fenty sets laced in black and gold. Dior shoots draped in silk and Saints chains. A Chanel fragrance campaign with her name in black script across the screen.

Billboards. Magazine covers. Every scroll down her Instagram was a masterclass in making a comeback look like a flex.

But nothing—and nothing—hit harder than the Sports Illustrated drop.

No preview. No teaser. Just a boom.

A single shot flooded timelines, screens, and sports shows like it was gospel.

Monét Ali. The First Lady of Football. In a string bikini stitched in Saints colors—black, white, and gold. One hip cocked, abs flexed like marble, melanin glowing like honey under the sun. A football tucked under her arm, her coach’s whistle dangling between parted lips painted with high-gloss brown. That old Saints hat pulled low on her head.

The woman who always wore oversized team jackets and covered up like a protective shell?

Now standing like she was carved by God himself.

Twitter lost it. Instagram froze. ESPN ran it as breaking news. And inside the Saints locker room, the reactions were immediate.

“Oh hell nah,” Sefa muttered, sitting up on his couch mid Netflix binge. “Ain’t no way.”

He damn near choked on his water, phone clutched in his hand like it had betrayed him. He had to scroll back three times just to make sure it was real. It was. The whistle. The ball. The smirk.

“Yo,” he called, phone still in hand, eyes wide. “Tell me I ain’t trippin’—y’all seen this?!”

Group chats exploded. The players who were vacationing started texting in from yachts, resorts, back home with their families.

“Yo, Coach lookin’ like a damn snack.”

“Nah, forget the field—she modeling now?”

“This gotta be AI.”

“She always been fine. But this?! This is criminal.”

One of the rookies posted a screenshot to his story with the caption: “We need a whole team prayer circle. NOW.”

Sefa didn’t post anything—not yet. He was staring too hard. Remembering too much. The way she looked in the kitchen that night when she tried to pretend he didn’t exist. The heat that simmered between them in the tunnel. The hand she held at the funeral. The lips that whispered “thank you” as she sent him off after the season.

And now this?

All confidence, all curves, all that legacy power?

He dropped his phone on his lap and dragged a hand down his face.

“This woman’s gon’ kill me,” he muttered to himself.

And maybe she would.

But what a way to go.

—————-

Chapter 33: Saints & Sinners

It was a calm morning on social media. A few NBA trade rumors, another viral dance challenge, a couple of half-baked “who wore it better” debates. The sports world was floating somewhere between off-season boredom and Super Bowl high withdrawal.

Then came the post.

Black background. One word in bold white font: “savage.”

Rihanna’s Instagram lit up at 8:03 AM.

The first slide?

Monét Ali.

Standing under a single spotlight in a black and gold Savage X Fenty lingerie set so lethal it should’ve come with a warning label. Straps hugging her curves just right, gold accents catching light off smooth brown skin. Her Saints whistle slung between her fingers this time, not her lips. The team’s logo embroidered into the side of her thigh-highs. Confidence on a hundred.

The caption read:

“every saint is a sinner. #SavageXFenty”

Twitter damn near burned down in the first five minutes.

Comments? A war zone.

“Nah Rih knew what she was doing dropping this with no warning.” “Monét Ali is not letting up and I’m obsessed.” “That whistle stays doing God’s work.” “First woman NFL coach AND now this? She’s running the whole decade.” “This the type of image that make grown men rethink everything.” “Whoever let her cook like this, THANK YOU.”

The reactions came flooding in:

Zendaya: “Yeah. That’s the Coach Ali.” Megan Thee Stallion: “Sis, I salute you and that waist.” LeBron James: “Monét got the whole league distracted.” Rihanna in the comments: “And this is just the teaser. Don’t sleep.” Odell Beckham Jr: “So uh… who coaching the Pro Bowl next year?” Cam Heyward: “Somebody get the whole Saints team a cold shower.”

Cut to the Saints locker room?

Pure chaos.

Rookies pacing. Phones glowing. Grown men speechless.

“Yo, somebody better check on Sefa. Now.”

Sefa?

Sefa was sitting in dead silence, arms crossed over his chest, teeth clenched like he’d just witnessed a crime. He saw it the moment it dropped. In fact, he’d watched it reload so many times Instagram hit him with the “you’re all caught up” message.

He didn’t post. Didn’t speak.

But his screen was cracked.

Nobody asked.

Meanwhile—

Monét was nowhere to be found.

No statements. No follow-up tweets. Just the storm she left behind.

Because while the world spiraled and debated if she had just redefined what power looked like, Monét Ali had booked a one-way ticket to peace.

Miami Beach.

Ocean breeze. Skin kissed by sun. She stepped off a private jet in oversized black shades, a gold silk wrap tied low on her hips, iced coffee in hand.

She wasn’t running. She wasn’t hiding.

She was reclaiming her time.

And the rest of the world?

Still trying to catch up.

————-

Chapter 34: Sunshine & Smoke

It started with a story post.

Just a flicker. A single second.

Monét Ali, in a two-piece that looked like it was designed for destruction, leaned casually against a classic Miami Beachsign. Neon water behind her. Skin kissed golden. One hand tugging her oversized shades just low enough to flash the camera that “I know I look good” look. The swimsuit hugged her like it was custom stitched by the fashion gods. Subtle chain at her waist. Anklet glinting in the sunlight.

Caption? “single women summer.” Palm tree emoji. Nothing else.

The story looped once. Twice. Then the third time was just for the scream.

The internet collectively lost its mind.

Screenshots. Retweets. Comments like wildfire:

“She got the audacity and I love her for it.” “SINGLE? Monét noooo girl come back.” “She’s not just in her bag, she is the bag.” “Y’all remember when she was just Coach Ali’s daughter? Now look.” “A Saints legend and a savage. I’m weak.”

But while the world gawked and gasped, someone else was watching in silence—someone who hadn’t taken his eyes off her since the final play of the Super Bowl.

Sefa Fatu.

Phone glowing in his hand. Face blank. A vein in his jaw twitching as he tapped back through the story post again… and again. And again.

He’d held his tongue long enough. Let her have her moment. Let her grieve, celebrate, rebuild, and breathe. He’d stood back and supported without a word because that’s what she needed.

But now?

Now she was posting thirst traps in the middle of Miami talkin’ ‘bout “single women summer”?

He had something to say.

So he posted.

No caption. No filter.

Just a selfie. From the gym. Shirt off. Sweat glistening. Chains on. That thick Samoan tattoo stretching across his chest and down one arm. That stare—intense, locked in, hungry.

Ten minutes later?

Another post.

A short clip. A private jet stairway. Just his boots stepping up, a bag slung over one shoulder. The last frame?

A screenshot of the Miami weather app.

87° and rising.

The Saints group chat lit up instantly:

“Sefa bout to start a different kind of off-season training.” “I thought this was her vacation?” “Oh we watching a man go to war.” “Somebody pray for Miami.”

Because one thing was now certain:

Monét might’ve posted for the girls. But Mr. Fatu? He just booked a flight to remind her who had her back before the world even knew her name.

And this wasn’t about football anymore.

————-

Chapter 35: You Thought It Couldn’t Get Hotter

Monét was unbothered. Not fake unbothered—the real kind. The kind where the breeze off the ocean hit just right and your skin soaked up every drop of sun like it owed you something. Where your playlist bumped with bass, the water sparkled like it was paid to perform, and not a soul around could tell you anything.

She was sprawled out on her stomach across a luxury yacht deck, legs crossed at the ankles, ass lifted just enough to cause chaos. Her skin? Glistening. That golden brown that made people want to risk it all. The kind of back curve that never got shown under her game day coaching gear. She had on black designer shades and a tiny black and gold bikini that showed every inch her modesty used to keep sacred. Long legs, oiled up. Anklet shimmering.

The sound of Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion rumbled through the speakers, loud enough to echo across the damn ocean.

And then she posted.

A clip first—slow motion pan over her laid out under the Miami sun, sipping from a champagne glass with that look on her face like she knew exactly what kind of pressure she was applying.

Then the caption under the shot that hit like a nuke:

“That’s Coach Ali for you… Monét if you’re nasty.” Black heart. Gold heart. Flame.

That post didn’t just go viral. It went legendary.

Every tabloid. Every celeb. Every verified account—talking.

“She’s playing in her villain era and WE ADORE IT.” “Coach Ali just dropped her Beyoncé era.” “She said Saint who? This is Sinner Season.” “Rihanna somewhere mad she ain’t post it first.”

Meanwhile—across the country? That man Sefa?

He was still thirty thousand feet in the air when his phone started blowing up like an alarm. Mentions, tags, texts from teammates:

“Bro she posted again. You see it yet?” “Miami just got 10 degrees hotter, dawg.” “You still got that hotel info? Might wanna upgrade.” “She sayin’ ‘Monét if you’re nasty’ like that ain’t YOUR middle name.”

Sefa clicked the post.

Paused.

Then stood up mid-flight, pacing like a lion on a private jet.

He had no caption. No smirk. Just a low murmur under his breath as he stared at her picture.

“She wanna play.”

And baby—he was about to shut the whole game down.

—————

[pinazee]

Lights camera homicidio

Hola! Me llamo pinazee! Me gusta queso!

Okay im just going to be honest here, when i first watched this (being part latina myself) it made me feel a lil’ icky because it was a knee jerk reaction of it feeling like a white guy doing a bad impression of a mexican; but once i learned James is half and that his dad enjoyed hearing him speak spanish on his show im perfectly fine enjoying all the over the top spanish bits. And listen, i understand that james wasn’t doing an impression of a mexican and it was really more an impression of the soap opera acting, it still felt like a degree of the culture was at play too. But again, its totally fine, and honestly even if he was a full blooded german i probably would have given it a pass, simply for the reasons stated above.

Anyways, I, surprisingly, don’t have a whole lotta notes for this one. So this might just be a set of gifs ;) i mean, look how much fun he’s having!

I love that rothstein and Jorge were almost instantly bff’s with shawn, to the point that the show called it out- which was great! He has this infectious quality of bringing people into his world and making them feel valued and listened to. The more i watch this show, the more im grateful that Shawn was the subversion of the “genius”trope we had at the time in the sense that he was actually great with people. Mid 00’s you had the mentalist (prick), house (prick), sherlock (prick), monk (awkward), charlie (awkward, p.s adorable), uh that lie to me guy (prick)- you get the gist. Shawns a lovable guy. I dare anyone to say otherwise.

Hahahhahaha get it? His sister is ugly! She looks like a guy! Hahahahahha -_-

*sigh* Look how deflated shawn gets because he’s so used to the criticisms at this point. Ugh, henry is really pissing me off this time around. But, i will say, this does add a little bit more to henry as a character. Like the whole bubble bath and tanning thing, we see henry is not the stereotypical manly man but instead feels he has to hide this more feminine side of himself, enough to the point that Shawn doesn’t really know the real him. Henry’s imposed this image of what he thinks a man should be while secretly hiding he doesn’t live up to that ideal himself. Henry’s a really guarded individual and i can’t help but wonder if there is a trauma there that built that wall, or if it was simply how it was growing up in his time. Idk, maybe a little of both. But, again, i don’t think it was ever really explored which is a shame. I would have liked to see henrys origin story. Could you imagine movie 4 opens with kid Henry and papa Spencer? That could be cool :)

The juliet B story- im so confused by what they were trying to say. It was naive of juliet to try to make friends? She shouldn’t come on too strong? Chief Vick is the only friend she needs?? I like the scene she has with the chief, and i honestly don’t even mind that lady being an asshole (cause feminism). I’m just confused by the plot really. I wish they would’ve given us some hope that she could’ve made a friend in the department. Like a passing lady says hi to her, and juliet smiles. Or had karen give her advice that was more than “be careful, these women are guarded.”

That scene juliet had with her did break my heart a little at this part. Juliet needs a friend okay.

Also, i think Ms. pascoretti thought juliet was hittting on her and thats why she filed a complaint, so she’s just a homophobic asshole who should be fired, and im going to assume she was as we never see her again so good riddance.

P.S TOO HARD!

[raddestrose]

OK, I’m for real legit watching the show now

My lying days are behind me. I am so sorry.



I like the intro song it’s really like I don’t know. It’s nice. I like it. I love the art style that it’s in. It’s really nice. It’s very like serene and calming



oh my gosh, you guys I am so cooked at here. I had no idea this was like a flashback thing

Oh my days my fellows

you’re giving all of the tears from me

Whenever there is any kind of flashback sequence, as you recall from that one episode of Dr. Stone, I cry

I’m so weak to flashback sequences and or movies TV shows so you guys are gonna be getting really “in depth” ran from me talking about the emotional aspect of all this stuff so strap and lock in and get excited you guys

oh boy am I gonna cry which is a good thing I really do need a good cry. I actually can’t wait, because if I cried, that means it’s good. 

Ae-sun, unacceptable language, girlie your like seven

dang, I didn’t know she was a menace 

I feel you kid,my handwriting in Korean is just as bad

I think half the time my teacher was grading my work she couldn’t even read it 

Crash out Queen you deserve it

I need you all to know that I stood up and applauded

Hell, yeah

hey, so TV show making me tear up and start crying is actually not cool

that poem makes me tear up. It’s so sweet seeing how she appreciates her mom is so sweet. 

AWWWWWWW

awww, it’s so sweet to see her mom being so proud of her

NAHH no, no way no way no way if she got 37 votes then she should be the president. What is this Lee Man-ki doing stealing our girl’s spot

just because his dad handed out cream buns, doesn’t make him better

oh so the teachers a sellout

I see how it is

There’s no way she can

OH MY GOD, SHE PLOWED THAT ENTIRE FIELD IN TWO DAYS

oh, I see what’s happening I see what’s going on and I see how it is this Little Lee Man-ki kid is like I can’t find the proper insult, but this little dude is stealing her spot. I bet he gives out something he’s like that. Oh my gosh, hes swaying everybody’s opinion with gifts. 

oh, I cannot wait to see her pop off on the teacher

oh I see what she is doing

oh, she pulled out all the stops. You know what good for her 

dang, this lady’s hiding cigs in like every corner of the house

hey, so they’re talking about growing old and I just remembered that the little blurb about this episode says something about an unexpected tragedy changing everything and I am growing more and more concerned

hey, you guys its been a hot sec since I’ve lived in Korea what’s happening here? I’m scared

her mom’s not looking so hot. She’s looking a bit rough. don’t tell me there’s no way 



hey, so you guys can’t see my face but trust that it is filled with so much anguish that my eyes started watering again

She just wants to give her mom everything she can and the ocean the evil ocean is potentially stopping her

This little girl is such a good actress in the pain and the sadness in her voice is so strong that it hurts my soul

Seeing this little girl cry makes me so sad

Oh my gosh

aw, you can see how much he cares for her that’s so sweet

her mom better not die or I’m gonna have WORDS

I will have an entirely separate post of just me crashing out if her mother dies I am so serious in my heart of hearts I mean this

NONONOOOOOOO

SHES CALLING OUT TO HER MOTHER I FEAR WE MAY BE COOKED

oh never mind

Ae-sun’s right, miss please don’t say that

I hope you all know how scared this little talk is making me the next scene BETTER not be a funeral.

SHES ONLY TEN

DAWG

NOW WHAT DID I JUST SAY

SHE WAS ONLY TWENTY NINE

y’all this is so not cool. What the actual

yo, I’m tearing up at this. This is so sad

her finger are still… how long after that talk to her mom die

I desperately need to know so I can crash out accordingly

Oh my God, what the oh no there was no way what no her mom wasn’t supposed to ughhuuhhhgg

She was supposed to buy her a pearl necklace you guys what the hell 

yalllll

he better keep his word

he better send her to a mainland college or I swear

oh, that boys got it bad for her

well, dang

they grew up right before my eyes wow that happened fast 

I love those four ladies make me laugh. They’re tearing into that kid.

that boy is wrapped around her finger

GIRL RUUUUN

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

[piggybankstomfoolery]

I'm rewatching the Disney TVA pilots for the first time since they showed up almost a year ago, gonna try to scribble down my two cents as I work my way through them:

Country Club (Big City Greens): I like this one, it's one of my favorites here! I don't know anything about BCG and have never watched it, but this made me want to check out the show someday. it may only be an animatic and not as visually fancy as the others, but the characters at this stage are already very fun and well thought-out. I think it speaks volumes about how strong the premise and storytelling is when it stands above some of the other pilots in the collection that have full animation but weaker storytelling.

Shred Force: an absolutely gorgeous pilot and a cool premise. The reason I started rewatching the DTVA pilots was because I stumbled on an old Mercury Animation demo reel from 2014 which has some clean HD footage from Shred Force and Thunderbeards, and I remembered how cool this one was even in its grainy leaked version. The facial rigging for the main old man rock star they spoke to stood out to me as exceptional. I love the idea of the kid leads often leaning on rock Wayne's World style, but then having to engage with and/or learn other music genres in order to solve their problems and grow as characters. Musical genres have only become more fluid and broad in the years since this was made in 2012, which makes me feel like the idea's got even more potential today. Really hope they can either revisit this somehow, or someone else picks up the torch and tries their own take on it.

Fish Hooks: I've never watched Fish Hooks and don't plan to, but this was fun. There were a couple really funny lines in this one that got some good laughs out of me; "I'm pregnant. LET'S TALK ABOUT IT" and "I've been trying to get fired for years" will probably enter my quote vocabulary at some point.

Martian Soap: Probably my least favorite of all the pilots, at least from what I've seen so far. There's one shot in the pilot that's nicely drawn and makes good use of the art style, while most of it is hard on the eyes, hard on the ears and a slog in the writing department with tons of cliches and hackneyed interactions. I hope I never watch this one again.

Mikey (Milo) Murphy's Law: I watched all of Milo a few years ago, and I came away from it thinking that the very first episode was the best one, so I'm not surprised to find out that it was also the pilot. The rough animation scrambles for the wolf with the beehive on its head are also gorgeous. I didn't expect this animatic to go so hard in the animation side of things. I wonder if Weird Al is also doing the voice in the pilot?

Jake's Team Pirate (Jake and the Never Land Pirates): it's a preschool show, I don't have a whole lot to say here, but it was a nice and gentle pilot to put on when I got up this morning and was still half-asleep. I think cutting the fourth purple-hat kid made a lot of sense, this crew currently feels bloated and it gives the shy kid more to do. More gorgeous Mercury animation, albeit with some visual bugs and errors which tells me this is either an earlier cut or could have been cut off with a "good enough, let's move to series already". I will always love Captain Hook and Smee. Also wow I guess I had more to say here than I expected

Beverly Hills Chihuahuas: all I know about BHC is that the movie poster was all over the place for a time and I never watched the film. The animation is very interpolated without much easing aside from full-on easing at -100 and 100, so movement often comes off very flat, but it still has some really visually nice moments at times... so I'm torn on whether I like it lol. The design for the lady who owns the mansion is very cute, i'd draw some pin-up art of her if I had time to draw pin-ups of every cute lady I saw in leaked animation pilots

Squirrel and Rabbit (dunno what the title is for this): it's okay. Very, very Adventure Time. I remember grumblings from folks in DTVA around 2015 about them having to make shows that felt less Disney and more CN/Nick (with Pickle and Peanut being a popular scapegoat), and this feels like something they would've grumbled about. Looking back, the grumbles (and the girth of original ideas in these leaks) feel so humble and refreshing compared to today as we all continue living together in the derivative sequels/remakes/reboots IP rotten slop hellscape of the 2020's. Probably wouldn't watch this again, aside from maybe skipping to the main song at the end. I like the message of confidence regardless of the hat, it's simple but it's nice.

Mega Mega Woosh: Again, very Regular Show (the writing plus the animation studio also being the same doesn't help avoid the similarities lol), but very fun. One of my favorites in the bunch. I realized while rewatching this that some of the lines became quotable for me, which is a good sign. Will probably never see this get made today, but I wish it was a thing.

The Rapscallions: this is maybe my favorite pilot I've seen so far alongside Shred Force. I love the pairing of the retro futuristic/EPCOT art direction alongside 70's country/folk music, it gives the atmosphere so much whimsy and runs with (what I assume is) the general idea of "the future, but maybe as imagined in the 70's". The character foundation is maybe a little too far on the wacky side of things for my preference, but I still really like this one. Mercury's animation is always a treat, and there's some great work in this one too. Compared to most of the pilots, this one felt very Disney in a positive way. Really wish this one had made it to series.

[nalpurex]

i got souyo brainworms again and i gotta share some thoughts i have

this ones a long one so ill put a 'keep reading' thing here just in case yall dont wanna scroll past a wall of text

basically some headcanons about a healthy mix of chad narukami and normal yu, injecting loads of gap moe into this guy

(and it eventually devolves into some weird semi-story because my brains really spiralling here)

okok so, hear me out, chad narukami isnt that bad as an idea...? maybe as a more calm iteration, just another layer to yu

in the p4 manga, we get to see some of yu's backstory. (its been a while since ive read it so i might get some details wrong but) his parents are very busy people, always working and moving around, so yu's always moving around with them

because of this, hes a very independent but also lonely kid. poor guy doesnt talk much with his own mom and dad, and he never really have a good enough chance to form lasting friendships

so when he moves to inaba and starts making friends there, hes like 'oh i really want to keep these guys around...' so he starts putting up a bit of a persona (hah), some cool, unfazed guy that everyone can rely on thinking thats what people might like more. to his credit, it works pretty well, but its a bit stifling for yu himself. hes never had this many friends though, so he'll keep it up

we all know yosuke admires him quite a fair bit as is, just as a dependable friend and a strong leader. he looks up to yu in these aspects, thinking hes basically the perfect guy. (and lets never unpack that thought.) talented, charming, 'gets all the ladies', that kind of stuff

at some point its just the two of them, maybe walking home from school or something, yu gets pretty comfortable and his facade slips a little. maybe he says something completely silly, or heavens forbid theres a stray cat along the road! ("awww look at the little guy, cmeree, pspsps- oh- ahem- uh, its pretty cute...") it surprises yosuke quite a bit. he's thinking about it a lot as they part ways, it was... definitely a new side to his partner, but its also not a bad thing...

after that, yosuke starts noticing more small things about yu. whenever he invites anyone to share his lunch, its always something they like. whenever the IT are talking, he makes sure no one feels left out. he likes cats, a lot more than hes willing to show, and he loves nanako a whole lot too. his partner's... a bit of a softie under that calm and collected vibe, isnt he?

(alternatively, it'd be really funny if the entire IT knew? like "yeah, hes got a straight face all the time and sparkles fly around him whenever he strikes a pose, but hes got a dedicated schedule for hanging out with us and hes always asking when we're free. hes a big puppy, really.")

anyways, yosuke tries to encourage him to show more of this other side of him. stuff like "c'mon, we'll think you're cool either way!" and yu at first is a little hesitant, so yosuke suggests he just try it out with him

he feels some pride about it, because hes the first to learn about this side of yu! his partner trusts him the most, hes the most comfortable around him! (whats this strange other feeling? hm. dont like that.)

yu takes a little more time with the others, but theyre very welcoming about it nonetheless. specifically, they find it very charming! (making cute shapes in your bento? sewing cute stuffed toys with kanji? playing with literally every single stray cat you lay your eyes on? hell yeag.)

of course the facade doesnt completely shatter, because some parts of it are still true to yu. its just that he'll now crack the dumbest joke youve heard in your life with the same old straight face

(aaand now to derail for the sappy stuff huhuhu)

because yosuke's usually the first to be exposed to whatever new shenanigans yu's up to, eventually he starts getting some... weirder things. he brings some of it up to the other IT members and he looks insane, like:

"what? he hasnt been giving you guys origami?"

"why would he? i mean itd be cool, but thats just his part-time job isnt it? hes probably sick of paper cranes!"

"cranes... haha, yeah..." (as he thinks about the row of stupid paper animals sitting on his windowsill)

yu over time starts getting real sweet with yosuke, and he kind of gets the feeling he should just... keep this to himself...? especially when he doesnt see him acting this way with anyone else, and a small part of him wants to keep it to himself. all of this, just for him.

but that would be kind of gay, wouldnt it? hes not gay, is he...? he gets pretty happy whenever yu smiles at him, whenever he does something for him, but its just because he appreciates him as his partner... right?

eventually it all comes to a head when yu invites him to that... that spot high up in inaba. (ykno the one, its got the railing and shit.)

yosuke's climbing the hill, wondering whats yu gonna tell him, and at the top he sees him already waiting there as the sun's about to set on a nice breezy day

he kinda jokes a bit about it, like "damn did you ask me to come here now for the atmosphere?" but yu's strangely quiet

so they kinda just stand in a bit of an awkward silence before yu clears his throat... and confesses to yosuke.

...

they just. stare at each other for a bit. yosuke's at a loss, heat slowly rising in his cheeks, because what the hell?

and then yu explodes into a flustered mess, bumbling about "hey yeah man you dont have to accept if you dont wanna, i was just saying things yknow? you dont really have to-"

yosuke cuts him off, sighing a little. he tells him its okay, hes kinda had a feeling he felt the same way but he wasnt ready yet... and now his partner's confessing to his face, he cant really put it off anymore, can he?

("by the way, did you plan this? like, the timing and everything?"

"i... had a hard enough time saying 'i like you' with a straight face as it was, i kind of had to..."

"... ah.")

[digimonarechampions]

Digimon Fusion— Main Digimon’s Parents headcanon, part 1

(Quick warning! If you want go to the point, just go to the part that says: 

My Headcanons.)

If you never watched Digimon Fusion, they can have kids according to the existence of Cutemon’s parents.

I don’t know if this was a big deal back in the day (like, people saying it’s unnecessary and stuff), after all, it was already stablished how Digimon reproduce in Adventure – they don’t have parents because they don’t need to (Unless we’re talking about DNA digivolution from Digimon World 2, where you need to sacrifice two Digimon to create a new one. It’s funny how for this particular process to happen in the game, you need a lab…

Humanity tried to do something with their Digimon). (Anyway).

Whatever the main opinion of the fandom is, if it’s fine or just bad because this just makes Digimon look even more like Pokémon, it doesn’t matter. The concept died in Digimon Fusion.

As for what i think about the concept – i don’t have any feelings with the ideia itself, honestly?

It’s just, it’s there. It’s not really important. I believe it was only used to make the audience feel sorry for Cutemon, because he’s a kid who’s looking after his parents, and also give some mid emotion connection between Mervamon and Nene, as we see them relating to each other for having little siblings.

There’s also Darkknightmon and Lord Bagra being siblings, giving us the most boring “plot twist” ever.

But, i would be lying if i said that it isn’t fun to think who are the parents of the main Digimon that appear in Fusion.

I believe it’s only natural to think about it, like, what species should they be, their personalities, story, what characteristics their child inherited from them –

So, let’s begin! Finally!!!

(My Headcanons)

Shoutmon parents: Exveemon (mother) and Etemon (father).

Ear me out— EAR ME OUT.

It just makes sense to me – of course, i will explain all my thought process to came up with to both conclusions!

It’s kinda obvious why i’d choose an Etemon as Shoutmon’s dad, right? Like, come on! Both have this music theme behind them, they are singers and lovers of rock! Also, they are kings (at least, inside our hearts S2) and they’re LOUD. Really LOUD. I can totally see Shoutmon having his father’s mannerisms!

As for his mom, i always thought that Exveemon would be a cool evolution for Shoutmon. They have enough similarities– The ”V” head-shape, the white marks, having swapped colors (Veemon has Red eyes and blue skin while Shoutmon has Blue eyes and is red skin) and, of course, both being Dragons.

Just, i don’t know, it makes sense inside my head. Also, i just think it’s adorable that funny monkey man was able to reach the heart of big, strong, dragon lady, ok??

And now, i will now talk ALOT AGAIN about the characters, so be prepared – Etemon is from the Village of Smiles and although he was a very chaotic mind, he preferred to stay in the Village because of its calm nature (the chaos inside his head is enough, lol), he’s a genius, very good with projecting machines, but most of them stay on paper because his mind is already working on the next big project (he also would be the one that fixed Ballistamon instead of Shoutmon). He has a sense of duty in the Village; he was born there, he will die there, he wants to help those people with his creations, and that upsets Shoutmon’s mom, because she really wanted him to be something bigger in the city (and she thinks he’s using the village as a excuse.). He kinda doesn’t have those grandiose dreams of being famous or rich. He used to, when he was younger, but he just… stoped.

He prefers the simple life now and he thinks he’s too old to have new adventures outside his birthplace anyway.

Meanwhile, Exveemon always thinks big, and always wants more to her life. She lives in the capital of the Forest Zone (i’m also making the place bigger and having a city, more villages etc), and she’s a captain that protects the city with her squad. Shoutmon is under her wing, and when the capital was attacked by the Bagra’s army, she had sent Shoutmon far away, to the Village of smiles.

She’s Shoutmon greatest inspiration, someone that is always striving for her dreams no matter what and is the toughest person he has ever met! 

He was devastated when he learned her mother was missing after the invasion, but he bottled it up because his mom always was strong and he needs to achieve that. She had no vulnerabilities (he thinks that and it’s obviously not true), so he will “man up”.

Shoutmon also thinks his father is a fucking loser. (Exveemon never called her ex that. She explained to Shoutmon why they’re separated – she had bigger dreams for them and he didn’t want to follow those, and she didn’t want to stay with him with a simple lifestyle. They moved too fast with their relationship, and then noticed they had different plans for the future, that wouldn’t work out between them in the end and then separated. They have a good relationship until this day though, and Etemon tries to keep in contact with Shoutmon sending him emails… but Shoutmon thinks his dad is a dumbass and fuck him. They never needed him for anything, so why now?)

(I think that’s it, lol lol lol. Maybe i will draw those two in the future and explore their character more.)

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Dorulumon parents: Drimogemon (Mother) and Devidramon (Father)

At first sight, this may look a little weird, but! I wanted Digimon that appeared in Bagra’s army. 

Also, i imagine Dorulumon’s Rookie being Gazimon, which is the same Rookie form his father was – and the reason he evolved to Dorulumon, was because his mother had Gabbumon’s data in her (because she was a Gabbumon), and passed it to Dorulumon, and that’s why he could evolve to a wolf-like champion form.

(I hope this makes sense somehow.)

(It’s like, normally Gazimon wouldn’t evolve to Dorulumon, but how his mother had Gabbumon’s data, and Gabbumon can digivolve to Dorulumon, he could then.)

Not much about them as parents. They were part of Bagra’s army, they had Dorulumon and then, when Dorulumon was a little older, he joined the army, just like his parents did at his age. Years of propaganda, passed to generation to generation, then, Dorulumon learned the truth and began to hate Lord Bagra.

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Bastemon, (Knightmon and Pawnchesmons) parents:  (Male)Bastemon and Queen Chessmon

This one was tricky. We see her father in the form of a statue in the show! But at the same time, he doesn’t really exist, as there isn’t any official name for him or a concept art showing his colors – but i think he could be called Maahesmon, after the Warrior God Maahes, that has the head-shape of a lion and is a warrior (it would be kinda ironic though. The Goddess Bastet is mother of Maahes, and here it’s the other way around… i don’t know. If someone thinks of a better name, i will put) (or maybe i can change his species to Achillesmon).

Now for why i put Queen Chessmon as her mother, is because i needed to explain why Bastemon is a princess and why her kingdom is made of toy Digimon. I mean, having a chess piece as a mom and inherit her kingdom that is composed by toys citizens does make sense, right??

Also, yes, i made Knightmon and the Pawnchessmons her siblings, cuz why not?? If her mom is a Queen Chessmon, then let’s use the opportunity to also make the others her siblings! It’s a cute odd family.

Their family story is very basic – their mother married the hero that saved their Grandpa’s kingdom. The catch is, although their mother was grateful for him saving the kingdom, she didn’t fall over heels for him, yet. He was welcome to visit the palace as he wished and talk to the royal family when he needed something – and with each visit their relationship would become stronger and then they married after really knowing each other and seeing something behold the “hero” and the “princess” part of their significant half.

Bastemon is the first born, Knightmon the second and then the octuplets (that poor woman).

Bastemon is currently in order of the kingdom since their parents disappeared, and since her mother is not there anymore to bother her with lessons, she do whatever she wants and just sleep all day-long. (Bastemon doesn’t really like being a princess, it’s boring, so she ignores her duties and sleep. She also fantasies a lot about romances! She wants to have the same love story her mother had – a knight in shining armor saving her kingdom and she falls in love and then they scape and live happily together) (also, here Bastemon is not in love with Mikey, but another Digimon. Here she would think Mikey is just a soldier for this Digimon, not the general of an army.) (but I will talk about this another day.) (i wanted to add some Digimon to the story, because i’m writing a rewrite of Fusion.)

(anyway)

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Beelzemon biological/other parents and adoptive father: Skull Meramon and Lady Devimon

Skull Meramon being his other parent because we can all agree Angemon would be his true Dad, lol.

Nothing to say about them, after all, Beelzemon was under Angemon’s wing since he was a Impmon, and he also blocked all the memories he had of his biological “parents”.

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Ignitemon parents: Fumamon and Magna Kidmon 

(I don’t believe Mervamon is really his sister – she’s an Olympus and he’s not, so i believe they just call each other siblings because they have a very like sibling relationship.)

This one was rough, but i think i did a good choice because this would explain why he has two shurikens (Fumamon is a ninja) and his dragon-like appearance (Magna Kidmon is a dragon man. Also, some people tend to put him as Ignetemon’s ultimate, so why not?)

I think their story is that they tried to kill each other and then fallen in love, LOL. She was aired to kill him, he thought she was kinda cute and then things happened.

I don’t know how Ignitemon ended up under Mervamon’s care yet.

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And that’s it! I don’t know anymore, lmao

Maybe i will make a future post putting MailBirdramon, Dracomon, sparrowmon and the others.

This was literally just me brainstorming random stuff that no one cares about.

This post will only reach two people anyway and that will not stop me to talk more in the future, LOL