#and hold her as she watches dumb tv that makes her cry

[softquietsteadylove]

Helloooo, we both know that I’m kind of addicted to your writing and I kind of have a weak spot for stories where the woman is on her period and her boyfriend husband takes care of her while she is in pain… so my request is: could you pretty please write a story like this about Thenamesh?

Gil knocked on the door again, having gone ignored so far. He was worried, though. He had been texting Thena like usual, and he'd thought their last date went really well, too!

Then, suddenly, she went all cold. She told him she couldn't make it to lunch, and when he'd asked why she said she was sick. But when he offered to bring her something she said no. Just plain and simple 'no'.

Gil knocked again.

"I said wait a goddamn second!"

Gil blinked as she whipped the door open, looking just as surprised to see him there. "Uh, hi."

"Gil?" she blinked at him, hunched over and definitely looking miserable. "What're you-"

"Well, I-I know you said not to," he started quietly, clutching the bag he'd brought with him to his chest. The crinkling of the paper seemed loud in his ears and his cheeks flushed. "But I was worried about you."

"Oh, Gil," Thena whimpered, gripping her doorknob. He still didn't know what was wrong with her, but she didn't seem good. "Really, I--ah!"

"Thena!" he startled, watching as she clutched at her abdomen and sank to her knees. "Are you okay?"

She grumbled something, letting him help her up, at least. "It's nothing."

"I really can't believe that," he frowned. She didn't seem feverish, or sound congested or anything. "Will you please tell me what's wrong?"

"It's stupid."

"Huh?" he frowned, seeing her bottom lip wobble a little. "Thena?"

"It's just my period, Gil," she admitted at last. Her hand was over her forehead and eyes as she said it, as if she were ashamed of it. "Sometimes it's just worse than normal. It's nothing."

"Doesn't seem like nothing," he argued, leaning over the back of her couch to try and get a look at her again. She did look at him, and she seemed surprised at his response. He frowned, "you seem like you're in pain."

"Well-"

"Even if it's not always this bad," he continued, retrieving his paper bag from the floor. "I can still help."

"You don't have to," came her miserable little voice from her couch as she pulled a blanket over her legs.

Gil shook his head. "These things happen, right? It's perfectly natural."

Thena shuddered in pain again, her knees curling up around her. "That is not how I would describe this."

"Have you taken painkillers for it?"

"I thought I had some," she snivelled, still teetering between boiling anger and tears. "But I didn't stock up after last time--stupid."

"Hey," Gil cut in softly. What he really wanted was to pull her into his arms completely and cuddle her. But he wasn't sure how receptive she was going to be to being moved at all. He settled for leaning over the back of the couch, looping his arms around her shoulders and pressing his cheek to her hair. "You're not stupid."

She sniffled again. "You're sweet."

Gil looked off to the side with a miserable expression. "This is a pretty low bar, Sweetheart--I'd like to think I'm just...being a person about it."

Thena leaned her head against his slightly, shifting on the couch. "My ex was always telling me-"

"Ugh, that guy," Gil rolled his eyes. Thena muttered an apology, as if bringing him up was the problem. "He's the problem, Thena. And if he couldn't even take care of you like this then he wasn't fit to be called a boyfriend."

Thena stayed quiet as he handed over a bottle of gingerale and a bottle of painkillers specifically listing menstrual cramps on the box.

"You take those," he directed, rifling through his bag of supplies. He pulled out a bag of chocolates he knew were her favourite, "and these. I'll make you something to eat."

Thena immediately tore into all three things he'd handed her. "Gil?"

"Yeah?" he leaned out of the kitchen to look back at her.

"How did you know?" she asked, still quiet. She held up the bottle of painkillers, "to bring these?"

But he shrugged. "I didn't know if it was this, or if you were sick, or what. So I just wanted to come prepared. There's cough syrup and flu stuff in the bag too."

Thena let out a laugh, and thank god, 'cause he missed that sound. "You really are sweet."

Gil set her burner to low and went back to her, leaning over the arm of the couch to kiss her cheek. "Again, pretty basic boyfriend stuff. You've gotta raise your standards, T."

Thena took her time, but she eventually settled against the back of the couch, watching him cook. She smiled at him sweetly, with those beautiful green eyes of hers. "I don't know. I got you, and I can't imagine anyone better."

Gil blushed to his ears. He turned around again, happy for the excuse of frying some garlic before he started on her pasta. "Don't you worry about a thing, Sweetie. I'll get lunch made right up for us, you just sit and relax!"

[roturo]

⋆.˚⭒⋆.˚ WATCH IT!

Gojo Satoru didn't predicted this move... So he ended up fucking you lol ⋆⭒˚｡⋆ G!Satoru x afab!reader and sex pollen!

tags: smut, sex pollen, unprocteted sex (wrap it and pee after sex), overstimulation (like A LOT), use of nicknames (princess, baby, good boy, love...) multiple rounds, praise kink, angst if you squint your eyes till you cry like gojo, sub(ish)!gojo satoru, god complex, fluff if you take one eye out, crack, belly bulgde, creampie, breeding kink, crempie kink, A LOT of cum, dumbfication, cock warming, npr.

A/N: happy holidays! might be my last writing of the year so i wish you lots of love and happiness <3 i might write pt2 for this one and 'she's back', which one would you like first?

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DAY 1: HOW IT STARTED

How the fuck at his grown ass age Gojo Satoru could be this stupid. And that’s big coming from him, because this man considers himself the senior of seniors and god of gods. So, how come he falled into this?

And you know what? Maybe it is his fault! For believing he’s a superior and underestimating such a weak and useless curse he just killed. But, this weak and useless curse has him going crazy. That really was karma paying back to him because motherfucker- Why is he feeling all giddy and hot all of sudden? This has never happened to him before, so that’s why he’s losing his mind right now and almost sprinting into his room because of how bothered he was feeling to just teleport. 

Everything was like hell. Really, like hot as hell. And how does Satoru know that? Uh well, because he’s living it right now.

He couldn’t bear the sensation anymore and dialogue Shoko’s number like it was a habit.

“What do you want, Gojo? I’m in the middle of trying to know how Yuuji’s body is capable of being Sukuna’s vessel. Like- It’s quite important right now, and more than debating about some of your dumb tv shows you-”

Shoko’s voice was interrupted by a whine coming from Gojo’s line, seconds of silence continued the awkward moment between the both of them, while all Gojo could do was breathe and maintain his whines inside of his body before he started literally moaning.

“Are you okay, Gojo?...”

“Fuck, no. Some fucking curse sprayed me all over with some fucking stinky pollen. Didn’t even taste great, by the way. And now I'm just feeling really hot, sometimes dizzy… or kinda giddy? fuck. And my breathing became irregular. I’m fucking sprawled out in my bed trying to find a comfy position but my legs won’t cooperate.”

A loud laugh was heard coming from Shoko’s line. It was clear she’s been holding it all this time just trying to make sure she’s gettin it right.. and well. 

“Gojo.”

“Yeah?”

“Are you hard right now?”

Silence. 

“You know what? I’m sending Y/N over there with some medicine. You’ve been sprayed with sex pollen by the way.”

Sex- what?! 

Before he couldn’t even ask Shoko any question since she quickly hung up. Leaving a needy and confused (and hard) Gojo.

Knock. Knock. 

No answer, but a weird sounding moan? You gave yourself permission to enter Gojo’s room since no life signals were heard. But- holy fuck. Was this a reward or a punishment from the gods?

He was kneeled down on his bed, one of his hands used as a support placed in his bare calf while his other hand was as fast as possible jerking himself off. You stayed still some seconds before rewinding back to what Shoko told you before coming here.

“He might be another type… of… Gojo?... Anyways. He’ll be really needy and like a lost puppy looking for some salvation. I gave you this backpack with all you would need, yeah? Thank me later and good luck.”

So that’s why her flat ass was quickly sending you off with a backpack full of water bottles and snacks. Sex fucking pollen. Great.

It’s not like people don’t know that both of you have been crushing into each other lately, hell- even his newest student asked about this. But you never expected for it to be like this.

“G-Gojo…?”

Your voice was barely a whisper, but it’s like a hawk located his next prey because of how instant his reaction was just for your voice. A drunk smile on his face, while both of his hands fall infront of him trying to hide the act that was going on minutes ago. His sculptured white as snow body covered in a hot layer of sweat. Not being able to catch a breath thanks to this sight, somehow he’s in front of you. 

“Are you here to help me? Y/N?”

His voice sounded so different. But at the same time it was just Gojo.

A small nod was all the reaction he got. You could smell that sweaty smell, looking down you found yourself looking at a large wet spot staining his black briefs. While his cock does nothing to imagination, marking perfectly the shape of it. Moving your gaze to his v-line, a white happy trail proudly adorning it. Eyes moving up, you found yourself looking at his clearly erected nipples, But all this examination was over once he interrupted your thoughts.

“I need a verbal affirmation, princess”

Ah, the nicknames. If you weren’t wet by now, you’re pretty sure you’re leaking right now all because of him.

“Yes Satoru, I’ll help you.”

His knees felt weak. Literally. He kneeled down in front of you, it was like he hypnotized and somehow could smell through your body into emotions. His hands were cold but hot at the same time he roamed your body.

You tried warning him by calling his name while he started kissing the softness of your thighs, telling him to at least move you towards the bed. And his body was doing what you said like if you were controlling him, while his mind was somewhere else. He moved the both of you towards his bed, making you lie down. His head not wasting any second between your thighs until his nose touched where you needed him the most and you whimpered at the feeling. Clearly triggering a new kind of need inside Gojo.

Everything happened really fast. Between some kisses and moaning, Gojo ripped your shorts and pantoes a muffled noise coming out from him of what you suppose was “I’ll buy you new ones later” but right now you couldn’t care less.

Not when his tongue slowly started tracing the way from your entrance until it reached your core. Teasing it with kitten licks, while his hands remained on your hips from preventing moving them.

His tongue quickly found a rhythm between your entrance and your clit, forming infinite signs between them. And the simulation was too much you couldn’t notify Gojo about your orgasm- But he was so lost in the feeling of your thighs suffocating him and the taste of yourself in his lips, he swears he could die as a happy man right now.

And like it wasn’t enough, Gojo kept eating you out even after your intense orgasm. Overstimulation taking over your body, trying to take him off your core, ended up with annoyed groans coming out from him.

“Satoru, love, fuck. I need you to stop, please.”

The nickname had him exploding with happiness, he really looked like a puppy from this angle. His eyes looked ethereal, his mouth covered with your fluids and his face was with a cute smile while he called out your name.

“Will you please let me fuck you?”

A small giggle came out from your mouth, Gojo’s face looked a little sad and embarrassed, but was quickly erased when you pecked his lips. And that was all he needed to clumsily take off his briefs and while he climbed back to the bed, taking off your top while doing so. His eyes were full of adoration looking over your body, before he pressed his lips into yours, locking them for a long moment, clearly enjoying the moment, before the kiss turned more heated and he started kissing every part of your body again.

His tip was now wet thanks to your folds, Easily slipping through it. 

“Ffuck- Ssatoru- Be a good boy and put it in, please?”

Gojo needed no more words before thrusting his cock whole into you with one swift movement, hitting perfectly against that spongy spot that made you see stars. But something didn’t feel right. Not in a bad way. Since you re-opened your eyes to find a glassy eyed Satoru mumbling a lot of ´sorry’s´ while he kept thrusting.

Oh.

He came with just one thrust and was overstimulating himself, still rock hard with no break while he hid his face in the crook of your neck while marking it as his and tearing down from the pleasure. 

You’re pretty sure he came again, when he whimpered your name and moaned against your ear but still continued thrusting into you perfectly. And he was so lost in the pleasure of overstimulating himself he didn’t realize once he confessed to you.

“You’re so pretty- ffuck– I really want to make you mine now. So no one could look at you, not even in a friendly way. Just… have you all for me- sshit. I love you.”

You didn’t want to get your hopes up, thinking it was all because of the moment, so you just had to enjoy it for now. His thrusts were so  fast and hard, but somehow still felt romantic. Like this was a normal routine on a daily basis. And you would be disgusted by the pool of cum forming under the both of you if you weren’t so close to your third orgasm this night. No matter how many times you told Gojo to stop for a moment and take a break, he would cum again, and still be hard so he had to keep thrusting.

Your mind is lost now. All you could ever think about right now was Gojo Satoru and his immense cock. He wouldn’t stop mumbling praises to you, saying this was all for you to feel good and he would stop once you cum at least 3 times more than him. A hard dare to get over with. Or maybe it already happened?

You begged for mercy, not thinking he could get another orgasm out of you. Hell- to even get an orgasm out of him. His hands interweld into yours, and moved it down towards your tummy.

“Do you feel it, baby? I'm right here. Ahh~ I’m pretty sure my cum is there too heh. Your tummy is full of me and my cum.”

He sounded drunk. Like. Really drunk. But his words took off your last orgasm of the night, apparently your reaction making his trigger off and cum… dry?

How many fucking times did Gojo Satoru came inside you?

Will pills even prevent a pregnancy?

“Ah- shit baby.”

You couldn’t pay attention to him anymore, quickly slipping into dreamland. Gojo not once leaves your side. Literally. He was cock-warming, still hard, but no energy (and cum) to continue his misery.

You were here at 7.45 o’clock, one last look at the clock and it was 3.23 in the morning.

And it was like you just blinked, because a whimper came out of your mouth. Looking again into the clock, it was 10 AM, and Gojo was not over.

[httpsleclerc]

☾you've got a 9 to 5☽

in which sebastian and his ex-wife are still in love with each other

c/w: angst, mentions of an absent father (not intentionally), divorce

w/c: 1k words

based on this request

You hated that you still loved your ex-husband, your first love, your first everything - He was everything to you. You had taken the heartbreaking decision to  file for divorce from Sebastian when he had signed for Aston Martin, you couldn't bare to spend more time alone than you already did due to the nature of his care, as much as it broke your heart to make the decision that you did, you knew that you had to; otherwise you would end up in a vicious cycle of loneliness, spending nights upon nights sleeping in what felt like an empty bed without your husband.

You sighed as you sat down on the couch, the days events finally catching up with you since you didn't have a minute to rest. Between work and your other commitments, you found yourself rarely having a moment to yourself these days - and it was on these days you found yourself missing Sebastian, missing the way that he would make all your worries disappear in an instant and missing the immense comfort he provided. As if adding salt to the wound, you turned the TV channel from some kids channel and you saw his face.

Up upon the podium stood your ex-husband, his trademark mile wide grin on his face as he held the first place trophy, raising it up above his head in celebration. Watching him broke your heart all over again, you remembered his red bull days when you were both young, head over heels in love with each other, barely married and dumb with love - He dedicated every podium win to you, claiming that you were his good luck charm wherever he was, even if you couldn't be with him. You felt your eyes welling up with tears as you watched him pop the bottle of champagne, of course the first race you managed to watch following your divorce, he would win, just your luck, right? Right. 

For some reason, you felt like torturing yourself even more than you already were by even just watching the race, and decided that you would watch the post-race interviews, just because you felt like driving the knife already deep in your heart, in even further. You watched Sebastian talk with an interviewer about how the race had gone, how he felt about winning.

"And it was never any secret that you always dedicated your podiums to your wife, Y/N, is that still something you do?" You felt your heart stop at the question. You and Sebastian had been very quiet about your divorce and had managed to keep it under wraps, neither of you wanted something as heartbreaking and difficult as this out in the world, no, that was your business, no one else's. Sebastian gave a nervous chuckle and then a smile, he knew he had to be honest, and he was speaking from the bottom of his heart, hoping that if you were watching that you would see how sincere he was being.

"Yes of course, I love Y/N very much," He stopped there for now, feeling himself well up at the fact that he still held so much love for you, yet his career had driven you away from him. He understood though, your decision had torn you apart and you knew that he loved you, you just couldn't handle him being gone more than he was around. "I dedicate this, and every podium to her, I love her so much." Sebastian smiled, tears in his eyes as he finished up with the interviewer.

You couldn't hold it together any longer, feeling your strength dissolve, you burst into tears at his confession - He still loved you and probably always would. Over your crying, you missed the sound of the footsteps coming towards you, only looking up when you felt two small hands patting your hair.

"Mama?" 

You looked up at your daughter, who was her fathers spitting image - curly blonde hair, the same stunning blue eyes, she was all Sebastian.

"You okay?" Her small voice was laced with concern as she saw your tear stained face, a small pout on her face as she feared what had upset her mama. You sniffled as you nodded, lifting her up for her to be sitting on your lap, leaning on your chest.

"I'm okay, baby, I promise," You assured her, smoothing her hair down. "You're not sleepy, huh? Too much sugar at your birthday party I think, princess," A small smile graced your face at her small giggle and the shake of her head. "Mhm, yeah, I think so."

"No, mama," She replied, giggling as you tickled her sides. You swore hearing your little girls laughter almost made you forget how much you missed her father. "Why wasn't papa at my party, mama?" She turned her big blue eyes up at you, a sad pout on her face at the absence of her beloved papa from her 5th birthday party. You swallowed the lump in your throat that appeared at the sudden emergence of her question. "Did he not want to be there?"

"No, Meine Liebe, your papa had a race this weekend, but I promise you when he gets back on Monday he'll here to pick you up and you get to spend the whole week with him, doesn't that sound fun?" You told her, watching as she perked up a little at the mention of getting to spend a whole week with her father. "He is really sorry that he couldn't be there today, honey, he can't help it." First you were making excuses for him to yourself, and now you were making them to your daughter, the tiny human that you had created together.

"I miss him, mama," She said, giving you a tired yawn as she rested her head on your shoulder, sleepiness finally catching up with the small girl.  You sighed sadly.

"I know, I miss him too baby girl."

[hadilsblog]

Slam هديل i have a request 🥺

Can you write a story about the Miya twins having a baby brother ( age 5) and them taking care of him

🐰~

I'm really sorry for not responding, I've

been very busy with exams, projects and preparing for Ramadan 😭😭

I apologize for any spelling mistake

Warning: nothing

Fluff

RAMADAN MUBARAK EVERYONE 🫶🏻

Miya twin take care of their younger sister

"Take care of your little sister until I return." That was the message written on the note stuck on the fridge.

Atsumu complained as he showed the note to his twin who was cooking breakfast. "She's sleeping now, so let's not wake her to avoid any mess," he suggested.

"Is that the smell of fried eggs?" the younger one interrupted, taking a seat at the dining table where a plate of fried eggs and toast was waiting for her. "Thank you, Osamu," she said, wiping the sleep from her eyes before digging in.

"You've burnt the eggs, Osamu," she said with annoyance, lifting the egg with her fork. "it made with love, not skill."

"It's my turn to watch TV!" the younger one shouted, trying to grab the remote from her brother's hand.

"You watched your dumb show yesterday!" he raised his hand to prevent her from reaching it, only to have her grab his hair and pull it down. "Don't you dare say Tom and Jerry are dumb!" In the midst of their battle, the gray-haired one was enjoying popcorn while watching them.

Quietly, she sat on her brother's back, watching her favorite show after winning the battle.

The show was interrupted by a knock on the door, prompting the siblings to look at each other in surprise. Osamu got up to see who it was.

"It's Mom," he whispered in horror, making the others tremble in fear as they looked at the messy house.

The knocking grew louder, and they began to clean the house in a rush. Atsumu swept the floor, Osamu dusted the surfaces, and the youngest one put things back in their places.

The door suddenly burst open, revealing the angry mother. The siblings swallowed hard as they watched their mother advance towards them.

The youngest heard crying and opened her eyes to see her mother holding the twins by their ears, scolding them for the mess in the house.

"Why aren't you punishing her for this mess?" the siblings grumbled at their mother's favoritism towards their younger sister.

"She's just a child, you fools!"

[justsomeclintasha]

The bell chimes as he enters the coffee shop, but he doesn’t hear it. He clears his throat, eyes darting quickly to scope out the room. Twelve adults, three children, and three.. no, four people behind the counter. The brunette walks to the register to take his order.

“Hey, can I have a black coffee?”

The man says something, but the background noise is loud, and he was too busy reaching in his wallet to catch it.

“Sorry, what?”

“I asked what size.”

“Biggest ya got. And an oatmeal raisin cookie please.”

“Out.. else?”

“I.. I didn’t catch that, sorry.” The man stares at him like he’s dumb and another woman sets a cup next to him. Cheeks flushed, he tosses a five on the counter, grabs his coffee, and rushes out the door.

XXXXX

He’s several blocks away before he takes a sip and immediately throws it in the nearest garbage. Stupid. Stupid. He must have grabbed someone else’s drink. Who puts pumpkin in coffee anyway?

“Fuck,” he mumbles miserably. The walk back to his apartment is claustrophobic, busy with the lunch crowd.

“Watch it!” A man pushes past him angrily, and he takes the shoulder shove with a sigh, not even sure of what he did wrong this time. He swallows a lump in his throat.

It’s getting worse.

His hands are shaking as he opens the door to his apartment, trying to focus on the lock, on his breathing, on-

A hand on his arm makes him jump.

Natasha holds out her hand wordlessly and he gives her the key.

XXXXX

She’s seen him cry before.

Not often.

Not like this.

And it’s fucking horrible. He’s glad to be in the comfort of his bed, the blinds drawn to hide the snot on his face and the tears on his pillow. It’s better that she can’t see him in the dark.

Her hand rubs soothing circles over his back.

“It’s getting worse, Nat, I can’t, I can’t-“

She squeezes his arm sharply and flicks on the bedside lamp.

You can, she signs. He tries to roll over but she doesn’t let him. They’re not going to judge you.

XXXXX

“What’s up birdbrain?”

The words appear in front of him as holographic text, and he swallows down a lump in his throat. Jarvis knows. Of course he knows.

Something smells like burning wires, and the metal in Tony’s hand is smoking. This was a mistake. He never should have come here.

“I just.. nevermind.”

He spins to walk away and runs straight into Natasha. She’s not impressed.

“He needs hearing aids,” she says, stepping around him. A flush creeps up into his cheeks as Tony meets his eyes.

“Subtle or loud and proud?”

“I.. I don’t know. It doesn’t matter?”

“I’ll make both,” he decides, as if it’s no big deal at all.

XXXXX

“Here. You can adjust them through the app on your phone. You might have to mess with the settings a little. And if they need tuning let me know. This is just a prototype. Well, it’s the sixth version.”

Clint turns over the tiny device in his hand. He looks to Natasha for confirmation and she nods, urging him to slip it over his ear. At first, there’s nothing, and then…

He slides the bar on the app and looks around the room. The tv is playing a baseball game in the next room. Steve boos, apparently not happy with it.

“Clint?”

Startled, he looks back at her. Her voice. It’s so clear. It’s so different, so much better than it has been in a long time. Just like he remembers. His eyes well with tears and he blinks them back.

“I can hear you.”

XXXXX

“Nice hearing aids,” Bucky comments as they step into the jet. Clint flinches, ready to defend himself. “I like the purple. Mine is all metal. Maybe I should add some color.”

He flexes his arm with a wry smile. Clint stares at him, with the sudden realization that maybe his disability isn’t a weakness, that it doesn’t define him. That he can still be useful. Bucky sees this all play out on his face. He drops in the seat next to him and motions toward the cockpit.

“Do you think she’s finally gunna let him fly?”

“Not a chance. He has no sense of direction.”

“Never did,” Bucky says with a quiet laugh. “After this I’m ordering Thai and watching bad sci-fi movies. You’re welcome to join me.”

Clint sees the invitation for what it is. A chance to talk about it if he wants to, or if he doesn’t. The jet starts to move. Natasha yells something to Steve, and after a moment the plane starts to rise. They can hear arguing from the cockpit. Bucky rolls his eyes.

“He’s such a punk.”

“And she’s just as stubborn.” He waits for a moment, then adds. “You know.. after this, a movie does sounds good.” Bucky grins, holsters his gun, and passes Clint his bow.

“Then let’s make this quick.”

[angelwiththeblue-box]

lrmmef hcs

- all of them are super physically affectionate, tending to squish on the same couch or stand shoulder to shoulder (all pretty touchstarved)

- adam leaves flowers everywhere, whenever he visits ef headquarters he makes fresh bouquets, and replaces the ones in mission creek weekly

- kaz and skylar bicker constantly but are super protective of each other and also platonically hold hands all the time

- speaking of skylar when she came out to bree bree got her a little lesbian pin and skylar started collecting them, amassing a large collection (for her bday one year bree got them a button maker. it’s skylars favorite present to this day)

- kaz loves giving people nicknames, it’s his way of showing he trusts them

- bree superspeeds to mission creek weekly so she and leo can keep up their gossip and nail painting sesh

- leo chase (and occasionally kaz) build robots for the annual robot fighting ring (kaz and leo always come up with flashy ideas that chase adds reluctantly)

- adam teaches chase how to make a bouquet for kaz for their first date and kaz pressed and saved one of each type so he never forgot (that was the date where adam gave the shovel talk, and also the one where he realized maybe he didn’t need too)

- all of them added personalized features to their mission suits (both elite force and lab rats suits) to better match skill sets and personal aesthetics

- chase absolutely adores romcoms, he and tasha will watch them together and cry (at ef chase and oliver watch them together)

- leo taylor and logan have their own official bionic team which the president calls on every so often. leo unofficially calls it leo and the heartbreakers (he also wanted them to start a band but taylor said no)

- kaz has the best music taste (according to him) and has so many playlists and djs whenever the team does road-trips or hangouts

- megahertz and tecton are kazs father figures and when kaz introduces chase to them megahertz loves him while tecton is skeptical (techertz and chaz are mirrors fight me)

- chase and bree get mistaken for being twins all the time, that one time for halloween bree made them go as the shining twins

- kaz and oliver have had a secret handshake since they were six

- kaz and chase got mistaken for being a couple long before they ever got together

- leo is douglass favorite (with chase in second) not that he’d ever say

- leo uses a mobility aid to get around on most days since it takes the pressure off his bionic leg

- leo and janelle are in a qpr and were childhood best friends turned acquaintances turned friends to qpr

- for the longest time in middle school people thought oliver and kaz were dating bc they only hung out with each other and they were super physically affectionate (they always discouraged the rumor but allos are on something else)

- douglas fidgets with his jewelry constantly

- when bree and chase were working at tech town adam and leo would come in all the time to annoy them

- kaz has tried multiple times to get a job at the domain but wallace and clyde do not trust him to work there and not slack off

- jordan and skylar still meet for the monthly gng game and the two meet up outside of that to work on characters and play with the rest of the mighty mice

- chase has been collecting books since he left the basement and keeps them stashed over his room at ef the academy and his room back at mission creek

- chase has had so many breakdowns about being not human enough and being called robot and unfeeling (not to project onto him more-)

- the rats and the mice love to watch shows together (their favorite is doctor who)

- douglas and horace watch reality shows together and spend the entire time throwing popcorn at the screen and yelling at characters for being dumb (donald banned baking shows from his the ef hqs and his house since tvs kept getting broke from either the rats or douglas or tasha getting angry and throwing something. the house almost burned down once since adam tried to prove a point and failed)

pt. 2 will probably be coming since i cant stop thinking about these shows

tagging the gang: @blueskiesandstarrynights @thedragonemperess @depressedtransguy @lab-trash @tronagon

[trickstarbrave]

modern au part 3

i know i said they were gonna meet this chapter but. this part got too long and if i kept going the chapter would be like 6k+ words. so. i think this is a good place to call the chapter. they'll meet up in the next one and have a crying reunion

however, let me say nerevar gets some sense talked into him by his mom and agrees to see voryn. the angst is ending. his mom called him out on his spiraling thoughts. everyone say thank you nerevar's mom

also theres some fun pregnancy things like back pain and sciatica. and baby steren is kicking

If Nerevar was honest, the only reason he bothered taking care of himself was because of the baby. He got up, showered, ate, and exercised a little almost solely because of the little bump in his stomach. If it wasn’t for the baby he would have just laid in bed and rotted.

But he reminded himself that he chose the baby, so he had to take care of them. And that meant taking care of himself since they were growing in him.

His mom wasn’t ever the most affectionate woman, and definitely not what you’d call maternal, but she was knowledgeable and took him to all of his appointments. She even made sure he was following nutrition guidelines, got his stupid pre-natal vitamins and took them, and even got him a dumb pregnancy pillow (well, it looked dumb anyways, but it was honestly heavenly to sleep with).

Eventually the rawness of the break up faded. Instead of worrying about Voryn, he was worrying about the kid. The tiny little thing growing in him. Actually being pregnant was quickly a much more pressing issue than the break up between morning sickness, dysphoria, and back pain.

He even found out he was having a boy (or well, possibly a boy unless he came out as a girl later in life) a little while ago, and he was over the moon about it. Nerevar wouldn’t have cared either way about the sex of his baby, but it was nice to just know more about them. To be able to track development, and know they were one step closer to being born. Going to appointments he got to see the little fuzzy blob getting bigger and bigger as his stomach grew, the baby getting more and more… Well, looking more and more like an actual baby. The kicks went from a weird fluttery feeling to his stomach to soft bumps to slightly more painful. 

Nerevar was still stuck on a name, but his mother told him not to worry about it. Nivara said he could pick out all the names he wanted but he would likely change his name the second he saw the little guy, as she couldn’t make up her mind until Nerevar was screaming in the hospital with her boyfriend crying in joy off to the side. 

At the very least, he was hoping his mind would be fully off Voryn once the baby was actually here. When times were peaceful and he wasn’t in agony, either from back pain, kicks, or a shooting pain in his legs, his mind often wandered. This late into pregnancy there were fewer and fewer peaceful moments, but it still happened from time to time. He’ll be on the couch watching tv (just so he didn’t lay in bed all day) and remember Voryn wasn’t there and his entire mood would drop. He’d likely never see Voryn again, and his son would never meet his other dad. He couldn’t share all the stupid little pregnancy milestones or tell Voryn how big the baby was or that their baby could dream by now and wonder what he was dreaming about. 

Just as his thoughts were starting to get to him though, his mom came in, holding an envelope in her hands. 

“... Hey kid,” She began, clearly apprehensive. It was out of character for Nivara, she normally hated delaying things or beating around the bush. “There’s a letter I think you should read.”

“A letter?” He raised an eyebrow, holding out his hand. 

When Nivara handed it off to him, he almost wished she hadn’t. He made it to the name of who sent it and already wanted to fucking burn the damn thing. 

“Nerevar,

If you’re reading this letter, I presume your mother gave it to you. I already wrote a letter to her as well explaining the situation urging her to let you read this. Apologies for involving her in this, but I felt like it might be safer than mailing you directly and having you dispose of it without even giving it a glance. 

I found out what Gilvoth, Vemyn, and Uthol did. Let me tell you outright: what they did was wrong. They not only hurt you and Voryn, they also broke the law and my trust. They had no business getting your medical information and coercing you with that information. 

Simply all I ask is that we speak about this like adults. You never got the chance to talk with Voryn about it properly, nor were we ever able to speak about it either. At least for the sake of closure and coming to an agreement, I want us to speak about everything.

Voryn isn’t in trouble. You are not in trouble. I am not angry with either of you. Voryn will not be disowned or disinherited regardless of your decision. I am not asking you to come back if you don’t want to. You are more than free to refuse being involved with my son or moving back at all. I won’t push you to give up custody. I just want us to speak, say everything we want to say, and hopefully agree on something. 

Signed,

Morvani Dagoth”

Nerevar stared at the letter for some time, dread creeping over him. He reread the letters over and over, almost nauseous. 

Morvani knew. Voryn’s mother knew. She said Voryn wouldn’t be disowner or disinherited, but he didn’t know how much he believed her. It could just be an excuse to confirm if he was actually pregnant or not. That, or she could just want to see him to make sure the baby and Voryn would never have a relationship, throwing a check at him to make him stay away from her son. 

“I think you should speak with them.” Nivara said as Nerevar put the letter down and covered his face. 

“Why?” Nerevar asked, in a tone he couldn’t decipher was annoyed or distressed, even though he was the one speaking. 

“Because I think she’s telling the truth.” Nivara continued. “She seems to want to sort this all out, and at the very least give you both closure.” Nivara was tense, staring at the tv but not really watching it. “And you’ve been miserable this entire time.”

“Mom, I’m pregnant, of course I’m miserable.” He could be in college right now, laughing and joking and getting ready for winter break, but instead he was on his mom’s couch seven months pregnant, feeling like shit from a combination of pain and dysphoria. 

“It’s more than that and you know it.” Nivara shot him a glare. “You cry about everything and you rarely ever cry. You would lay in bed all day if it wasn’t for the baby. Your eyes are dead. You’re miserable.” 

“I’m pretty sure most of that is because I’m pregnant.” Sure, he felt hollow and wanted to lay in bed all day because of the breakup, but most of the other stuff was just the pregnancy. 

“You miss Voryn.” She sighed. “You don’t have to lie or say it’s for the best to stay away from him anymore.” She urged him again. “His mother already knows. I at least want you to just go speak with them to tell them you’re through with him and get everything off your chest.” 

Nerevar could see her point. The issue was Nerevar didn’t know if he was strong enough to face Voryn right now. Not any time soon at all, actually. He was terrified he would break down and fall right into Voryn’s arms, apologizing for hurting him with that text and just vanishing on him, especially since it seemed like it didn’t fucking matter considering his mother found out anyways. 

And even if he went back with Voryn, what good would it do anyways? All he’d be doing is delaying the inevitable and letting his son get attached to Voryn. They would play together, spend time together as a family, bond, and eventually Voryn would grow distant and leave the two of them behind. He would have to explain to his son that his other dad just didn’t love them anymore and didn’t want to be a part of their lives. That would be even more cruel, right? Looking into his little baby’s eyes and telling him they weren’t wanted or loved anymore or having to lie to him and tell him his other father just was going through something and still loved them when the child could see otherwise…

Ah shit, Nerevar was crying again. Like, really crying, tears pouring out of his eyes at the heartbreak. In his stomach, seeming to protest it, the baby kicked hard and Nerevar hissed in pain as he wiped his face. 

“Neht,” Nivara wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “It’ll be alright.” 

“No it won’t.” Nerevar groaned, still unable to look at her. “I can’t face him right now, I’ll just want to go back with him.” 

“Then go back with him.” She said, as though it was simple. 

“I can’t.” Nerevar stressed. “I can’t just go back with him, not when he might leave me--”

“Why are you so worried about something that might not even happen?” Nivara asked him incredulously, almost like Nerevar was stupid for even suggesting it. 

“Because it’s going to happen!” Nerevar snapped. “He’s young and stupid now, but he’s going to grow out of me. He’s going to realize he wants someone of the same social standing as him, someone he isn’t fucking embarassed to be around, someone his whole family actually wants around, and he’s going to leave me behind!” He hadn’t ever actually told anyone his fears for the future, but he couldn’t stop the words tumbling out of his mouth. “And the last thing I want is to let my son get attached to him, only for Voryn to change his mind and leave the both of us behind, having to explain to the kid why his other dad doesn’t fucking love us anymore and why he’s unwanted. I can’t put him through that, I can’t let him be hurt like that…”

He was sobbing almost uncontrollably now, between groans of pain as another sharp pain shot down from his hips to his legs. 

Nivara continued to rub his shoulder, before sighing after a few minutes.

“Nerevar,” She began, “You’re being a fucking idiot.”

“Mom!” Nerevar hissed. 

“You’ve gotten yourself so worried over something that may not happen.” She continued. “Sure, he might do it because rich people suck, but you never know what people might do. He might never leave you. He might chase you down no matter how many times you push him away.” Nerevar couldn’t see that happening if he was honest. Sure, maybe at first, but why would Voryn chase after him. 

“Did he ever seem like the type to change his mind like that? Is he uncommitted?” Nivara asked, her tone showing that she demanded an answer. 

After a few moments, Nerevar hiccuped, still hiding his face. “No…” He mumbled. If anything Voryn was overcommitted to most things, even to his detriment. He didn’t seem to know when to quit or obsessed over things. “But why would he stay with me?” 

“Maybe because he’s a bigger idiot than you are.” Nivara answered. “Look, do you love him?”

“... Yes.” Nerevar answered. 

“Do you want to be with him, if you knew he wasn’t going to leave you?”

“Yes.” Nerevar answered again.

“Has he ever done anything to break your trust?”

“No.” The kicking was calming down, as were his sobs.

“Then why not give him a chance.” Nivara urged him again. “At least hear him out. And if you go back with him and he pulls that shit to you and my grandson there isn’t a single person on this planet that can stop me from kicking his ass.” Nerevar snorted at that, before eventually he erupted into laughter, his body shaking from the force of it. In response the baby kicked again, making Nerevar wince and stop. 

“Be careful. Little guy is sensitive.” 

“I think I woke him up from a nap with my crying. Now he’s pissed at me.” Nerevar groaned, rubbing his stomach almost apologetically.

“Relax a little bit and calm down.” Nivara patted his back. “I’ll call Voryn’s mom and set up a meeting. Probably at the house, or at the very least somewhere private. Does that work for you?”

“Yeah.” Nerevar was still nervous about the whole thing, but he felt a bit more reassured. It didn’t seem impossible anymore, at least. And if he got nervous he’d just hide in his room until his mom forced them to leave. And in his mom’s house he didn’t have to worry about causing a scene if he broke down crying. “Here would probably be good.”

[therealquickshadow]

Hmmmm could u write a lil one shot in the day of the life of human heatshadow? It can literally be anything they do or some average griffin rock nuclear-accident-level day 🥺🥺🥺🥺👉👈

Today was a pretty chill day,Blades was watching tv,Chase was reading his rule book,Boulder was painting,Blurr was probably racing,Salvage was making something and Heatwave was in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee

While he was drinking his coffee he saw Quickshadow coming downstairs,he kind of forgot that his lover was here,when he looked at her he was caught off guard from her appearance.She was pale,she had a blanket wrapped around her,she looked miserable

"Hey Shadow you okay?" Heatwave asked,concerned

She looked at him and rolled her eyes

"Oh yes I'm feeling amazing" She said sarcastically

"You're pale" Heatwave said

"Oh really?I didn't notice that thank you for your concern!" She snapped at him,which was very unusual for such a composed and calm female like her to suddenly snap

"Woah Woah calm down,what's going on you okay?" He asked again,confused,he didn't really know what to do

"I'm perfectly fine plus it's none of your business!" She took a bag of chips and ran upstairs

Heatwave had a dumb-fooled face as she went back upstairs,when he wanted to go after her,Blurr came in to the kitchen looking terrified

"Is the devil gone..?" Blurr asked looking at Heatwave

"Huh?"

"The devil" Blurr added again

Then it suddenly clicked,she was on her period

"First she's not a devil,second if you don't leave I'll smack you" Heatwave sternly said

"What?Cap'n it's the kitchen not your room!"

"Did I shudder?"

As Blurr groaned and left the kitchen,Heatwave grabbed a Nutella jar and headed upstairs,when he arrived to her room,he decided to knock

"Shadow..?"

Heatwave asked,he didn't hear anything so he entered

When he entered,he saw his girlfriend laying on the bed,holding her stomach,crying,her hair in a messy bun,under the blankets

He sat down on the bed and grabbed her arm

"You okay?.." Heatwave asked concerned

"N-No..my stomach hurts so much...!" She sobs

Heatwave sighed and hugged her,letting her bury her face in his shoulder

"It's okay,It's okay.." he tried to comfort her

Eventually Quickshadow calmed down ,she stopped sobbing,she still looked miserable tho

"I got you Nutella" he gave her the jar

"Thank you.." she smiles softly as he handed her the nutella jar

She starts to eat the nutella with a spoon

"Do you need anything else?" Heatwave asked her,rubbing her back

"Cuddles.."

Heatwave didn't hesitate to lay down beside her,pulling the blanket around him and cuddle her tightly,letting her lean on his shoulder

"Do you love me?.." she asked out of no where

"Of course I do Angel,why wouldn't I?" he asked a little confused

"First I look like a mess..second I acted like an Asshole with you.."

"Angel you don't look like a mess you're just in pain so it's fine don't worry.." Heatwave said

"But-"

"No buts Shadow,no buts"

Eventually she ate enough nutella she closed the jar and put it away she just layed down snuggling in Heatwave's arms

"You're so cute.." Heatwave said as he was playing with her hair

"Heatwave ,I appreciate the fact that you're trying to make me feel better but I'm anything but cute right now,look at my face,look at my hair,I look like a complete mess.." She sighed,she appreciated his comforting but she knew she didn't look pretty at all

"Don't you ever say that again,you're the cutest well being that I ever laid my eyes on so please stop doubting yourself" he cups her cheek as he kisses her forehead

She blushed at his words,even after so many times of him saying sweet stuff to her,his words never failed making her a blushing mess

"Try to sleep okay?I'll stay here with you.." Heatwave said

"Alright.." Quickshadow said as she cuddled into his arms,clinging to him like a koala as he cuddled her back Eventually she fell asleep in his arms,him too.So they both took a nap for the day,luckily no one disturbed them

There you go!It's not my best one since it's been some years,hope you enjoy it tho😭🫶

[reality-wont-ruin-my-life]

who are your favorite queens and why

I’m assuming you’re asking about drag race queens and not like… monarchy queens (of which I don’t really know any)

SO

I have 3 specific queens who occupy a different level of my heart than the rest of them and those queens are:

JAIDA ESSENCE HALL

Jaida is the first queen who captured my heart when I returned to watching drag race a few years back. She’s both very endearingly dumb and incredibly intelligent (what a dichotomy), she promotes black excellence, uses her platform to amplify sociopolitical causes, she’s drop dead gorgeous, and also just such a well rounded talented queen, among so many other good qualities. No matter what other queens come and go, Jaida will always have such a special spot in my heart.

ANETRA

Look if you don’t know by now that I love her that’s on you, I literally have a gigantic tattoo dedicated to her (which she loved!). Plus she’s my profile photo. I was not the only person who fell in love with her during s15 and for good reason, she’s incredible in every way. She’s so talented, so kind, so smart but still silly, doesn’t cause drama or start fights, and is so fucking attractive holy shit. I liked Anetra fine for the first part of the season, and then I watched the lalaparuza when I was drunk and cried at the thought of Anetra potentially going home and also the psychological ramifications of her losing lipsyncs that we all KNOW she won 😤 anyways I love Anetra so much it physically pains me and if you want more on that you can follow me over at @sexynetra and I will scream and cry about her

NICKY DOLL

Now, Nicky is a new addition to this list. I’ve always loved her, don’t get me wrong. She’s gorgeous and silly goofy and did I mention GORGEOUS? But I loved her the level I love other queens who aren’t jaida and Anetra, on a separate lower level. However!!! Did I mention how gorgeous she is? I started watching drag race France so that I would have an excuse to see new Nicky doll looks, and in watching that, I fell more and more in love with her with every episode. Not only is she the prettiest ever, but she’s witty, smart, funny, compassionate, eloquent, and so so so big hearted. She’s so kind and really tries so hard to make drag race France a good experience for the contestants, and I honestly think she was born to host, she’s the best host of any drag race franchise that I’ve watched, bar none.

~~~~~

I love many other queens, and just because they aren’t in my top 3 doesn’t mean they aren’t incredible and I don’t fangirl like crazy over them, but these 3 hold such a special specific place in my heart and I could talk about them for hours on end every single day (and I do over on my drag race side blog 😉 come join me there, it’s a blast)

Also I only listed drag race queens obviously but there’s so many amazing local queens (and kings) that I absolutely adore, and whether or not you enjoy drag race, I highly recommend going out to your local drag shows and seeing what your local scene looks like, because there’s so much more to it than what is shown on tv!

[run2min]

I'll be there at 7 ~ 𝐁𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐠𝐲𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 886

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Cheating (not Gyu), slight mention of sex and swearing

𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫! 𝐁𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐠𝐲𝐮 𝐗 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

"Yeah don't worry I'll be there at 7,"

It's now 7:45 and as expected Mr. Choi is nowhere to be seen! Typical Beomgyu, he is always late! You two have had a movie night every thursday for the past 4 years, and although he's late you know he'll turn up as neither of you have ever missed it. Not even sparing the thursday Beomgyu got his appendix removed, you watched coraline on your laptop in the hospital ward. Ever since Beomgyu got a girlfriend though, he's been getting later each week.

A loud knock brought you out of your thoughts, you stood up and made your way to the door which was being rapidly beaten by a certain Mr. Choi. You sharply swung open the door and snapped, "you're late, again!". Beomgyu tugged on his bottom lip and his nose slightly twitched as his eyes stayed fixed on the floor. "I know," he mumbled under his breath. You rolled your eyes at his bad attitude and walked into your apartment. You heard him shut your door and then slump onto your couch. You grabbed some snacks and then went and sat next to him, keeping your distance though as apparently it makes Yuri uncomfortable when you even slightly touch Beomgyu!

"Any reason you're rocking up 50 minutes late or...?". The boy let out a shrug and slumped further into the couch. Something was up with him, he hadn't even looked you in the eye since you'd opened the door. "Ya, seriously are you alright?" You questioned whilst leaning a little closer. "I.. I ugh. I... Never mind I'm fine, come on what are watching?" The boy sat up and looked at you, that's when you noticed his face was red and blotchy, as if he'd been crying.

"Beomgyu I'm not stupid, just tell me what's wrong up, I'm sure I can help, or, you know Yuri could?" You mumbled the last part and took hold of his hand. "I.... It's about Yuri, actually". You're eyes slightly squinted and millions of possibilities entered your head. "I was on my way to the store to pick up some lychee for you because Bin said that they had them and I know that you like them," You slightly smiled at the boys caring tendencies, "Then I saw that they had honeydew melon and I remembered that Yuri really likes them so I got her some and went to her apartment, I heard music on so I knew she was in but she wasn't answering the door so I waited a little longer. I heard voices coming from in there but I thought it was the TV. After a while I just got out my spare key and opened the door and she was there, with Jiheon, on the couch." Your face dropped and you could feel the anger bubbling up inside of you. "I obviously was like 'what the fuck?' and everyone was shouting and I just told her we were done and walked out, she was shouting at me asking where I was going and I just said ' it's thursday' so she said ' oh yeah go back to your weird little friend it's obvious you're sleeping together anyways, can you even blame me?'. I just ignored her and came here so yeah I'm sorry for being late."

Your heart sank at Beomgyu's sad little face. You noticed a tear fall from Beomgyu's eye so you wiped it away with your thumb. "What are we watching then?" The boy perked up. You let him choose and of course he chose some dumb comedy!

After a while the boy layed his head in your lap and you could hear his breathing steady slowly. You stroked the boys hair and when you could tell he was asleep you lent down and placed a kiss on his head then whispered,

"I love you".

2 weeks later~

"Yeah don't worry I'll be there at 7,"

It's now only 6:45 and Mr. Choi is already sat on your couch eating raspberries and honey yogurt out of a coco pop cereal bowl you've owned for 14 years. You were on minute 52 of Ponyo and Beomgyu's head sharply turned to look at you. He lightly shoved your side to get your attention.

"Can I kiss you?"

Your eyes slightly widened at the boys question, you then let out a slight laugh, "are you drunk or something Gyu?"

"No, I just really want to kiss you, I always have."

"Even when you were with her?"

"Yeah I think so, not that I would have but I've always wanted to,"

You slightly nodded and Beomgyu lightly grabbed hold of your face and brought it to his own. Your lips connected and you felt as though you'd instantly melted. Beomgyu pulled away quickly and you both stared at each other for a while as you sub consciously synced your breaths. You then lent back into each other and met lips once more.

Your hand found it's way to Beomgyu's hair and his to your waist as he pulled you onto his lap. You lightly tugged the boys hair and he let out a low grunt while tightening his hold on your waist. As your kisses peppered down to his collarbone Beomgyu whispered,

"I love you too,"

Sorry for not posting for so long :)

[dvnbis]

hiiii everyone! i'm cherry and present to you my little light, ha danbi. i haven't been in an rp for a couple years now, so it might take me a minute to adjust... but i'm super excited to get the ball rolling again. below the cut is a brief intro to this nervous, former daycare teacher. if anyone prefers messaging on discord just let me know and i'll give it to ya!

i haven't made her pages yet, but plan to power through some tonight. like her stats, a lil bio, and finishing up her pinterest board. i'll have all of that linked on the blog soon!

PRE-APOCALYPSE: growing up in a secure environment with parents who always had the best intentions, danbi wanted for almost nothing. almost. facing the boredom of a mundane life took a toll overtime and she was left second guessing most of her decisions, wondering if any of them were her own at the end of the day. straight out of high school and after a year of certification, becoming a teacher at a small daycare was the most confident she’d ever felt in her choices.

POST-APOCALYPSE: only a year into teaching and she’s stuck in the classroom with confused, crying children. petrified by the chaos and reality of it all danbi can’t even move to comfort any of them as another teacher is moving to take care of the few that remain. a few days after the outbreak she’s found herself alone, and amazed she had even made it to the seoul qz in one piece. over the following weeks she starts biding her time in cramped spaces with the situation seeming more and more bleak as the kdrt strengthens their hold on everyone’s collars. 

JOINING THE FIREFLIES: she certainly wasn’t physically strong nor did she have much conviction in what she could offer the fireflies, but anything was better than the kdrt’s iron grip in seoul. was she ever one to make a solid path for herself? no, but with people coming and going, and mostly disappearing, she decided to abandon her life there before getting completely left behind. danbi chalked it up to dumb luck or maybe she was more resourceful than she’d ever get credit for as she stumbled up to the gate of busan qz. 

VOLUNTEERING FOR DIVISION FOUR: seeing a change in how people were treated under firefly reign, she started seeking a change in herself. when the request for volunteers on an upcoming mission caught her attention she decided to put her name in the hat. mulling the decision over and over again was all there was left to do until then.

about.

she grew up with a few close friends and didn't have siblings, so besides reading or watching tv she found herself bored most days. she read a lot of comics, manga, and watched a few animes when she had time, pre-apocalypse. specifically shoujo animes molded her into a hopeless romantic of sorts.

she is extremely compassionate and has a quiet care for others that might go unnoticed at times. she's always listening and watching those that surround her, and makes it a goal to put them at as much ease as possible.

a talker. it's not always immediate, but once she gets going it's hard to slow her down. she loves lively conversation and interacting with like-minded people, but isn't opposed to arguing her point and learning from others.

she might not be everyone's cup of tea because of her honest friendliness. being too much and simultaneously not enough is something she definitely struggles with. as much as she tries not to be she is keenly aware of how self-conscious she is.

she was somewhat close with her parents, more so her father, and shaped her goals around their ideas. it wasn't intentional on their part, but she was extremely focused on making them proud growing up. she hoped to be as kind as they were. most major decisions she's made were guided by them, so while they supported her teaching career, they were kind of shocked when that's the path she took after high school.

she adored working at the daycare and couldn't have picked a better job. she devoted her attention to the children in her class everyday. she had only been in it for a year before the outbreak happened which devastated her in a number of ways. the fate of those children weighs heavy on her mind and often wishes she were a different person in those moments of weakness. maybe she could've helped them more at the end.

she's genuinely a threat to no one. she doesn't have the headspace to to harm others, and this becomes an internal struggle when she's in harms way. she doesn't have the fight or flight. she just gets stuck in her head and can't make a decision to save her life when it comes down to it. she thinks she's just extremely lucky.

she likes the scavenger role. it gives her purpose in this everchanging new world and keeps her busy/distracted. a bonus is that she gets to bring home little things she finds that her companions might like. along with that she's very organized and can quickly narrow down and find what she's looking for in and out of the qz.

hiding is another thing she's been good at since before the outbreak. you won't find her unless she wants to be found. she likes her quiet time with her thoughts and seeks out spaces for that often.

if she could get her body to move when she's in danger she'd be okay with a knife, but that's on a good day. like a deer in headlights you'll have to drag her away from chaos most of the time. like i said, no fight or flight. she's not physically strong and lacks the training to be physically fit, so she complains a lot when she's having to run or move around heavy items. she'll always try her best though.

she can be a little bit of a crybaby and isn't afraid to let the waterworks start. she cries a lot. happy? cries. excited? tears up. someone broke a favored item of hers? crying. someone else starts crying? she's choking up.

connections.

we can move these around or combine them however! just some ideas that we can play around with.

someone that doesn't necessarily care for her, but danbi doesn't get the hint and keeps trying to make a connection

a brief romance before the outbreak that fizzled out and it was just one of those timing things, but she never really got over it

someone who takes advantage of her kindness and lets her believe they have only the best of intentions when asking for favors around the qz

someone who helps her get a better grasp for combat and tries to help her get around freezing up. maybe it's one of those things where they'd rather not spend their time on her, but they're like you've gotta stop turning into a rabbit and just standing there. you're gonna get yourself or me killed because it's somehow always me dragging you along

for now that's all i've got, but i'd love to hear from everyone! i'm down for literally anything. like this and i'll come to you for some plotting, or feel free to go ahead and shoot me a message. thanks for reading c:

[wqintraining]

NEW X-MEN: THE ANIMATED SERIES - SEASON 2, EPISODE 7 (PART 2 OF 2)

 We open, once again, 5 years ago, this time on an evening at the Xavier Institute. The school itself seems mostly the same, and while the students may be different, the vibes are equally familiar. 

DANI, enraged and racing through the common area, and aiming her bow: "Get back here now, Guthrie!"

SAM, flying around the school to stay away from her, holding a diary and laughing: "No can do, Moonstar! I gotta know what you've been writing about me!"

"Kids, settle down now!" 

DANI AND SAM, not stopping: "Sorry, Stevie!"

Rahne is curled up underneath a blanket in the common area, quietly watching TV, when Roberto approaches her, flower in hand. 

BETO, flirtatiously: "A rose to match those rosy cheeks?"

Rahne's face does go completely red, the young girl squealing and hiding under her blanket entirely. 

In the kitchen, Stevie Hunter is preparing dinner for the kids, with help from Xuan. Stevie, with a headache, asks if Karma could please make everyone behave. 

KARMA: "I don't think that would be very ethical, Ms. Hunter."

Stevie groans. 

As Sam and Dani continue their chase, and Beto having somehow made Rahne start crying and now trying to fix that, Kitty, age 15, enters the scene. She bristles and shakes her head at what she sees. 

KITTY: "Dumb X-babies."

Kitty calls out to Illyana that she really needs to ditch them already and join her on the X-Men, only to realize Illyana isn't here. 

Kitty repeatedly calls out to her, phasing through room after room as she does so. Eventually, she finds her in, as she notes, the first place she should have looked, Magik's room. 

Magik, in her snowflake-print pajamas, sits cross-legged in a spell circle, surrounded by tiny demons, as she chants in a strange language in double-speak. 

KITTY: "You know I can't say I understand what you're doing right now, but I THINK you'd be having more fun downstairs with your friends."

Magik seemingly ignores her. 

Kitty repeatedly tries to get her attention, but when that fails, she just grabs her and phases them both through the floor, the two landing in a different, unoccupied bedroom. 

Magik shouts at Kitty. She was just taking care of some maintenance down in Limbo, but for all Kitty knew, interrupting her could have unleashed Limbo onto Earth. 

KITTY: "Yeah, but it didn't, so who cares?"

Magik tries to sulk away, but Kitty takes her hand and asks her what's wrong. Illyana laments that none of this matters. No matter how often she hangs out with Kitty or her team or saves the day, she's never going to belong here. She spent half her life in Hell, and that's always going to be the only place she really belongs. 

ILLYANA: "It's where monsters belong."

To Illyana’s confusion, and annoyance, Kitty starts laughing. Kitty’s sorry, but she can’t take Yana’s brooding seriously anymore. She gets like this every other week, and always inevitably gets cheered up. 

KITTY: “You’re not a monster, Yana. You just get really overdramatic with your panic attacks.” 

Yana can’t help but laugh at this. 

ILLYANA, lovingly: “KItty Pryde…for the good of the world…never become a therapist.” 

Kitty continues to laugh with her and gently takes her hand. 

KITTY: “Come on, dinner’s almost ready.” 

Yana just dons a somber smile as she lets Kitty take the lead and phase them through the wall. 

In the present, Darkchylde wears not a somber smile, but a manical grin, as Kitty and the other New Mutants look up at her in fear. 

Kitty asks Darkchylde what she's talking about. She just killed Belasco, so why does she want to do what he wanted her to do? 

DARKCHYLDE, shaking her head: "No, no, no. You misunderstand. Belasco wished for me to herald his lame gods so they could feed on all humanity and reclaim the Earth. I just want to kill everyone because it sounds like a good time."

Hopping off her throne, Darkchylde explains that after she's done with Earth, call it a celebration of her glorious and horrible return, she'll get things in line down here and make sure everyone knows the old boss is back and worse than ever. 

DARKCHYLDE: "Then? A party! A big one! All demons welcome!...except Sy'm."

After that, she'll mostly stick to ruling her queendom with an iron fist, only popping out to raze other planets when she gets really bored. 

The New Mutants are terrified of this opponent they know they cannot defeat, and hearing this all from the face of their old friend hurts even worse. Even so…

ROBERTO, aggressively: "And where might we fit into all this?"

DAKRCHYLDE: "Duh. You'll all stay safe down here while I'm doing my Hell on Earth thing, and then once I'm back, you'll all be my pets! At least…"

Darkchylde goes through a stepping disc and appears in front of Kitty. 

DARKCHYLDE: "That's what I have in mind for them."

Darkchylde slowly circles her mouth with her forked tongue. 

Hesitating for only a moment more, Kitty steels herself and stares Darkchylde down. 

Cut to a luxury hotel, the starless New York night sky hanging over it. Inside one of the hotel’s suites, Julian lies awake, under the covers in bed, staring up at the ceiling. Sophie Cuckoo is half-asleep and cuddling him. 

Sophie softly moans that he was wonderful. Julian, barely paying attention, nonchalantly agrees with that statement and says nothing more. Sophie does not take this well, sitting up in a huff. 

SOPHIE: “Aren’t you going to compliment ME?” 

JULIAN: “Huh? Yeah, you were great or whatever. Go back to sleep.” 

Sophie gets out of bed and groans in annoyance that this idiot clearly didn’t appreciate what she was just doing to him, in both mind and body. Julian says it’s not like that and he just has a lot on his mind. 

JULIAN: “NOT an invitation to go in there.” 

Sophie rolls her eyes and starts getting dressed. He better have a clearer mind when it’s Phoebe’s turn. Julian expresses shock and confusion at what she just said. 

SOPHIE: “We are five-in-one and one-in-five, Julian. Dating one of us means dating all of us.” Five identical voices speak through Sophie. “Was that not clear?” 

Julian’s eyes are like a deer’s in headlights. 

JULIAN: “I…um…” 

SOPHIE: “What a joke. Most boys would love this. We didn’t take you for a pussy.” 

Julian floats out of bed insisting he isn’t one. 

SOPHIE: “And yet you feel guilt over all the fun we’ve been having.” 

JULIAN: “I told you not to go in my head.” 

SOPHIE: “As if we needed to.” 

As Julian lands in front of Sophie, the two stare each other down. Sophie tells him they thought he was what they were looking for. He’s the only one at this lame school who seemed like he may even come close. But if he isn’t, they’ll look elsewhere. 

All dressed, Sophie leaves Julian behind. In frustration, Julian stomps on the floor, telekinetically knocking down everything on the room’s walls. 

On a skyscraper rooftop in Moscow, stepping discs appear, with Darkchylde, Kitty, and the New Mutants popping out. Darkchylde takes a deep breath. 

DARKCHYLDE: “Mmm! The motherland’s home air is just as I remember it. I don’t like it.” 

Darkchylde enthusiastically waves her arm and launches a wave of dark energy, blowing up several nearby buildings. She cackles as panic ensues beneath her. 

KARMA: “No!” 

DARKCHYLDE: “What?! From the look Kitty was giving me, you guys were clearly upset about missing out on all the fun, so I’m gonna let you watch. The world ends today, starting with the old Illyana Rasputin’s birthplace. Fitting, no?” 

Sam shouts that she needs to stop acting like just because they were friends with “the old Illyana”, doesn’t mean they’re her friends. Somehow, they’re going to stop her. 

DARKCHYLDE: “Wow, Sam. Hurtful.” She sneers at Kitty. “Is it true?” 

Kitty hesitates to answer as all eyes turn to her. 

KITTY: “I don’t know who you are exactly…but you’re not hurting anyone else.” 

The two stare each other down, everyone else getting ready for battle…until Darkchylde breaks into laughter, hops back, and smiles like a little kid. 

DARKCHYLDE: “Ok! I’ll play with you guys. Some fun before the main event!” Darkchylde puts her arms in the air and shakes her hips. “We’re gonna party like there’s no tomorrow.” She takes her stance and conjures a black sword. “Because for most people, there won’t be.” 

RAHNE, in hybrid form: “Does Kitty have an actual plan this time?” 

DANI: “Not sure there’s anything better than “try not to die” right now.” 

The next day, back at the Institute, Emma has gathered Wind Dancer, Hellion, Surge, Dust, Mercury, and Tag in the Danger Room, which Beast has reported being fully fixed. Emma was hoping to have Dani and Laura here for this, but they’ve both scampered off. 

Emma tells them they’ve all been observed carefully these past months and have repeatedly been told about the unique potential found within this squad. 

EMMA, looking primarily at Sofia, Julian, Noriko, and Sooraya: “I do not believe in coincidences. You ended up together for a reason. You all want the same thing. And, with Cyclops having been swayed by Wind Dancer’s proposal to him this morning, we will now be officially working toward that reason. Congratulations: You’re all X-Men In Training.” 

To Emma’s confusion, none of the kids are particularly excited by this news, with Dust the only one who even seems remotely pleased. Emma questions if they’re all feeling alright, to which she’s met with nods and shrugs. Emma clearly knows something’s going on, but for now tells them that maybe some team drills will get some excitement in that. No more individual courses for right now; they will be learning to operate as a unit. 

Nori and Sofia exchange dirty looks with Julian, as the others look to them apologetically.  

As the training begins, drones have been programmed to target each individual member of the squad and resist all but one of their powers. They’ll have to work together in synch to not be overwhelmed and not beat themselves by stepping on each other’s toes. 

Naturally, with the group currently at odds with one another, this is exactly what happens. One by one, they’re all shot down, with even the strongest among them performing pathetically. 

Once the course has been deactivated, Emma comes down to berate them and question what the Hell’s the matter with them. They could have performed better on their first day here. Did their squad’s new role instantly make them overly cocky, or overwhelmed with nerves? Or is something else going on? 

Julian walks right past her on his way out of the Danger Room, grunting that everything is great. Cessily, Sooraya, and Brian awkwardly follow behind him. Emma’s attention turns solely toward Sofia. 

EMMA: “Something you failed to tell us regarding your reasoning for your proposal, Wind Dancer?” 

Sofia shakes her head “No”, and leaves with Noriko. 

Emma’s no fool and taps her foot, whispering to herself that she’s going to get to the bottom of this. Just then, one of the drones nearly takes her head off, Emma only saved by her instinctually going into diamond form. 

EMMA, pissed: “HANK!” 

In Moscow, Darkchylde tells Karma she ought to hang back and stay out of this. She already rightly deduced her power wouldn’t work on her, so there’s no point in her getting hurt. 

DARKCHYLDE: “For the oldest of us, the original leader, you sure were always useless. Couldn’t keep up with any of us but little Doug in power, and Dani and Sam outshined you as leaders. ” 

As Darkchylde laughs and Karma hangs her head, Rahne barks at her to shut it. She thought Darkchylde thought they were still friends. Darkchylde shrugs and says they’re the ones who want a fight. Speaking of…

Her extra-long tongue hanging out of her mouth, Darkchylde rushes Sunspot, targeting their heaviest hitter first. Roberto is able to roll out of the way, but her sword manages to graze him. Despite being fully transformed, she cut right through him. Ignoring the pain, he blasts at her, but Darkchylde doesn’t even bother dodging or blocking, simply tanking the attack. 

While she has her eyes closed and is mockingly yawning, Cannonball seizes the moment to fly at Darkchylde at super speed and take the fight away from the city, crashing them both into a nearby field. Before they’re too far off, he calls out to Karma to make sure Roberto’s wound isn’t serious. 

Darkchylde kicks Sam off, unharmed apart from being a little dizzy. 

DARKCHYLDE: “Ooph. I feel woozy. Do you know if I can still hurl, Sam? Cause I don’t.” 

Sam growls as he rockets at her once more, this time with a punch, but she just catches his fist and crushes his hand. 

DARKCHYLDE: “Rude. If you won’t even talk to me, I’m not going to play with you.” 

She flings him away like a frisbee before opening a stepping disc to take her back to the rooftop. The instant she emerges, she’s hit with a spirit arrow, Dani having waited for her. 

Darkchylde stumbles back and laughs. 

DARKCHYLDE: “Dani! That hurt!” She enthusiastically points at Dani with both pointer fingers. “You’ve gotten stronger! Nice!” 

The next thing Dani knows, she’s being kicked in the face by Darkchylde’s hooves and punted over to another nearby rooftop. 

Rahne leaps at Darkchylde, but the demon queen just twirls her finger and wraps Wolfsbane up in conjured chains. 

DARKCHYLDE: “You know, not having a soul works real good for me, but it’s adorable how much you care for your soulmate. Go be with her now.”  

Rahne gets punted in the same direction as Dani. 

Darkchylde tilts her head and smirks at Kitty. Behind Kitty, Karma is looking after Roberto, who has purple steam coming out of his wound. 

DARKCHYLDE: “Are you having fun? I’m having fun. I’m glad you suggested this.” 

KITTY: “Dammit! Stop this! If you remember caring about us, then remember everything else you cared about. Your brother, your people…if you need a hobby, you were always a great artist and in my humble opinion, that’s better than being great at destroying the world.  You’re not the monster you think you are, Illyana.” 

Darkchylde shakes her head. 

DARKCHYLDE: “I literally am. And it’s Darkchylde, Kitty. Please. Don’t deadname me. ” 

Darkchylde waves her arm and launches a dark energy wave, severely wounding Kitty and tossing her into a pile with Sunspot and Karma. 

If that was all her friends had, then it’s time to get on with the show. 

In the halls of the school, Kidogo and Wolf Cub are uncontrollably racing through them. Jogging behind, Brian laughs as he tells them the workout is good for them. The two boys proceed to slip and fall on a puddle of liquid mercury, but because of the nature of Brian’s power, they’re forced to crawl away in spite of having hurt themselves. Cessily re-forms into her natural state, smirking and high-fiving Brian. 

Before the two bullies can savor the moment, they receive a telepathic message. 

EMMA, telepathically: “Dust, Mercury, Tag, and Bling! to the headmasters’ office. Now.” 

Cessily and Brian exchange nervous looks. 

In Scott’s office, Emma is in his chair, with the four Hellions nervously seated in front of her. Brian questions if she’s allowed to sit there, which just makes Emma laugh. 

But this is no laughing matter. Something is obviously amiss between them and their friends, something that’s dragging them all down, and she demands to know what. 

Cessily questions why they’re the only ones here.

EMMA: “Because, call me crazy, but I’m guessing the conflict here is between your leaders.” 

CESSILY: “Hellion, Surge, and Wind Dancer aren’t our…okay I guess they are.” 

Roxy tells Emma there’s just some drama going on, but it’s nothing to worry about. Of course, Emma doesn’t buy it. 

EMMA: “Who’s going to be the good girl or boy to speak up?” 

Silence falls. 

EMMA: “Fine. Tell me, or it’s detention for all of you for the rest of the school year.” 

Brian and Cessily complain and start making excuses, but eventually Sooraya tells them both just to stop. 

SOORAYA: “You’ve had your fun. Now we have a chance to end this.” 

Sooraya tells Emma they can’t say anything, but she need only look inside her head. Brian and Cessily are frustrated, while Roxy breathes a sigh of relief. 

Emma accepts Dust’s invitation and looks inside her mind. There are giggles, there are groans, and, when she eventually speaks, all she says is…

EMMA, disapprovingly: “Really?” 

With her eyes squarely focused on Tag and Mercury as she says that, the two hang their heads in shame. 

Emma gets up and thanks them for their time. She’d guessed the Cuckoos were involved with how much time they’d been spending together, but she wanted to be sure. She’ll be sure to speak with them and Hellion about their unacceptable behavior next. 

EMMA: “That said, Dust, Bling!? Should something like this happen again, tell me. This is those girls’ second infraction. And if all they have to threaten you with are secrets, Auntie Emma has a way of making those disappear from people’s minds.” 

Roxy and Sooraya thank her. 

As for Brian and Cessily, they took advantage of a bad situation they were forced into and used it to their advantage. Nicely done. 

BRIAN, his and Cessily’s faces lighting up: “So we’re not in trouble?” 

EMMA: “Oh, of course you are. Detention for a month for both of you.” 

Brian snaps his fingers as their faces fall. Sooraya giggles, Roxy mockingly pats her girlfriend on the back, and Cessily sticks out her tongue at her. 

In the past, teenage Xuan and Kitty are reading together in the library, Xuan with a fantasy novel, and Kitty with a coding textbook. A stepping disc opens in the ceiling, with Illyana popping out her head to ask if these nerds are still nerding or if they want to come hang out; the rest of the team is in space helping out an intergalactic rock star. 

Xuan insists they’re having fun doing what they’re doing, but she’s welcome to join them if she wants to. 

KITTY: “Yeah, the New Mutants don’t need you to do EVERYTHING for them. Grab the oldest, dustiest spellbook you have a take a seat.” 

Illyana mulls it over for a moment before deciding to ditch the rest of the team. Another moment later, she fully emerges in the library covered in something not human’s blood, and holding an ancient spellbook, which she blows on. The dust gets all over Kitty and Xuan and makes them sneeze. 

KITTY: “Dammit! *SNEEZES* Magik!” 

MAGIK: “What?” she giggles. “You asked for it.” 

In the present, Darkchylde opens up multiple portals, unleashing hordes of demons onto Moscow. 

KITTY: “NO!” 

DARKCHYLDE: “What now? I gave you what you asked for.” 

More portals open, these ones bringing Sam, Dani, and Rahne back onto the same roof as the rest of them. 

DARKCHYLDE: “Last call for anyone who wants to get in on the omnicide! Wolfsbane? I know my girl has a beast aching to get out.” 

As Rahne snarls at her, we flashback again. Magik is helping Rahne get ready for a dance and is brushing her hair for her. Rahne, who’s nervous about the dance, questions why Illyana is bothering with her hair when it’s so short. Yana tells her that short hair should still look its best…

ILLYANA: “Even if Catseye will be all over you on smell alone.” 

Rahne’s face turns red as she uncontrollably smiles and plays with her dress. 

Illyana tosses the brush aside and calls out to Rahne to practice her twirl. Rahne eagerly gets up and does just that. 

Back in the present, Rahne tells Darkchylde they haven’t been going all out. She wears the face of their friend, so they’ve been going easier on her. 

KITTY: “But you’re not her. And you’re not insulting her memory for one more second.” 

Darkchylde blinks. 

DARKCHYLDE: “So is that a yes or a no?” 

Kitty nods her head. On command, Cannonball flies forward, grabbing Kitty, and crashing her into Darkchylde. Kitty phases both herself and the demon queen down through the skyscraper and slams her down into the basement floor. 

As Kitty phases further down into the ground to get away, Darkchylde complains about how the fight was supposed to be over, guys. Cannonball then comes crashing through the skyscraper’s dozens of floors and punches her in the face, hitting her hard enough to send her flying through a wall. 

With blood having been drawn from her, Darkchylde stops smiling. She scowls as her eyes glow blood red. 

DARKCHYLDE: “OK. So we’re not playing anymore.” She licks her sword. “Got it.” 

In his room, Julian is lying down, listening to music. His headphones are yanked off by Brian. Julian asks him what the Hell he’s doing, with Brian answers that they need to talk, and he doesn’t need him ignoring him. 

JULIAN: “Fine. Okay. Whatever. What is it?” 

Brian tells him that Ms. Frost already figured the Hellions out. She talked to him and the others earlier, and she’s speaking to the Cuckoos now. It’s over. 

Julian is outraged. Did one of them sell him out?! 

BRIAN: “No, man. Telepath. Remember?” 

Julian telekinetically knocks over his lamp. This is bullshit. Frost should respect him for taking charge like this. He isn’t going to let the Hellions end like this. If they stop now, the whole school won’t just hate them, but they’ll look at them like total losers for backing down. He thinks to himself that maybe the Cuckoos could get past Ms. Frost’s defenses somehow, but…

BRIAN: “Dude, stop. It’s done. I have my fun, Cess had her fun, it was great. But it was all about helping you. We figured you needed some time to lash out at everything. Time’s up. It’s time to move on. Forget being hated or looked down on. Don’t you want everyone to love you again?” 

Julian shakes his head and grits his teeth. 

JULIAN: “This isn’t about what you want. It’s about me.” 

BRIAN: “Of course it is. We were all drawn to you because you immediately approached all of us as a loyal friend, but when was the last time you actually thought about how any of us were doing? You definitely haven’t asked me. You know Cess and Soo got hurt fighting Nimrod as well, right?” 

A vein poking out of his head, Julian roars at telekintically throws Brian against a wall. He’ll talk to all of them about their feelings later if they’re such babies. Right now, he needs to have a word with Frost. 

In another flashback, Illyana shows Sam and Dani around Limbo. These two take their training the most seriously, and she thinks if they want to become truly great warriors, they need more than just the Danger Room. 

Popping a squat in her way-too-big-for-her throne, she introduces them both to her main muscle, Sy’m. He’s been ordered to kick their asses until they kick his ass or she thinks they’ve had enough. 

DANI: “I’m not so sure this is a great idea.” 

SAM, excited: “Oh come on, Dani. Where’s that “warrior’s pride” you’re always talking about?” 

DANI: “Right now? Drowned in common sense.” 

SY’M, whispering to Illyana: “Um, your highness, should I start beating the organs out of them now?” 

YANA: “Yes, but no actually maiming them.” 

SY’M: “Oh you’re no fun.” 

Cannonball proceeds to fly at Sym’s at crash him through the wall behind Illyana. 

ILLYANA: “Aww. It’s gonna take me seconds to fix that.” 

DANI: “How exactly do you have the attention span to rule a dimension again?” 

YANA: “It’s an art.” 

Back in the present, Darkchylde rushes Cannonball before he can attack her again, only to have her feet phased into the floor by Kitty from underneath her. With her momentarily trapped, Sam hits her once more, knocking her away again, and taking parts of the broken floor with her. Darkchylde waves her hand to free herself entirely, as Sunspot leaps down the whole Sam made and enters the basement. 

ROBERTO: “Before we send you back to Hell, would you care to explain what you and Belasco said about me?” 

DARKCHYLDE: “If you’d asked before you decided the rest of humanity was more important than me, maybe I would have answered.” 

Darkchylde aims her sword at him and fires black lightning. Bracing himself and blocking, Sunspot is in agony but is able to keep himself standing. 

And while he’s got her attention…

“Hey, big, scarier me.” Darkchylde turns her head to see a projection of her younger self. “Why are you trying to kill our friends?” 

Darkchylde laughs as Roberto falls to his knees. 

DARKCHYLDE: “That isn’t going to work, Dani! I know who I am!” 

Kitty once again drags Darkchylde’s feet into the floor, opening her up for another punch from Sam, but this time she gets away using a stepping disc. 

Re-appearing outside, where her demons continue to wreck the city, Darkchylde is met by Dani, Wolfsbane, and Karma. 

Darkchylde questions if she really thought she’d care seeing the little girl she has memories of being. 

“ILLYANA”: “Hmm, I dunno. I think you do care.” 

DARKCHYLDE, fire in her eyes: “Quiet you!” She turns back to the New Mutants. “And Karma, didn’t I tell you to stay out of the way? Wait…why are her eyes glowing?” 

Suddenly, a demon swoops down and picks up Darkchylde. Darkchylde kills it as it tries to claw at her, only to be attacked by another. 

DANI, aiming her bow: “Karma’s powers may not work on you or Belasco, but standard demons are fair game.” Dani charges up a spirit arrow, one crackling with energy. “If any part of Magik actually is in there, I’m sorry.” 

With Darkchylde in a frenzy killing possessed demon after possessed demon, she doesn’t notice Dani. Not until she’s hit by a giant, glowing arrow. 

Karma returns to her own body, as Darkchylde falls to the ground. Dani put a hole right through her chest. 

WOLFSBANE: “You got her, Dani!” 

DANI: “No celebrating yet. One more…” 

On the ground, Darkchylde pants. So…they all got much, much stronger. They really aren’t the same people she remembers. So why then…should they be spared? 

Darkchylde disappears in a stepping disc. Dani calls on everyone to be alert, but that doesn’t do any good. As Darkchylde reappears, she chops Xuan’s leg off. 

As Xuan screams in pain, Dani and Rahne are horrified. Kitty, Sunspot, and Cannonball arrive back on the scene to witness what’s transpired. 

KITTY: “No!” 

DARKCHYLDE: “Sorry, Kitty! You had your chance! Now? Everyone dies!” 

Back at the school, Emma is in a suit and on her way to her car for a meeting, but she’s stopped by Julian. Flying down, he screams at her, demanding to know what her problem is. He thought she was the one teacher here who cared about him, but now she’s turning his friends against him?! 

“Ms. Frost, we really need to get going.” 

EMMA: “Relax, Bumpkin. I’ll just make the shareholders forget if I’m tardy.” 

She tells her driver to get in the car. She and her little hellion need some privacy. Bumpkin obliges. 

EMMA: “Turning your friends against you, you said? No, Julian, I’d say you’ve done a swell job of that yourself.” 

Julian says he has no idea what she’s talking about, but Emma knows that isn’t true. 

After his injury, he pushed everyone away. A fair reaction, but once he was willing to open up again, when things couldn’t just go back to how they were, he decided to cover his ears and dig his hole even deeper. 

JULIAN, turning his head away from her and pouting: “Shut up.” 

EMMA: “Sorry, did I hit a nerve? At least look at me with your head straight if you’re going to be rude.” 

The young man forces himself to look her in the eye. 

Emma tells him that, at the end of the previous semester, he, Surge, and Wind Dancer were working as a beautifully efficient unit all on their own, he had a girlfriend who thought of the world of him, and his peers thought highly enough of the both of them they handily made them their king and queen. But he chose to throw that all away out of spite and rage to play schoolyard bully with girls who didn’t even try to hide from her fifteen minutes ago that they only see him as a status symbol, all while dragging along two friends who clearly wanted no part in this, and two who’s insecurities he, intentionally or not, took advantage of. 

EMMA: “I used to think very highly of you, but this behavior of yours as of late has been utterly pathetic.” 

Julian charges up with energy, growling that no one gets to call him that. He’s quickly shut down as Emma slaps him across the face. His power fades as his eyes widen. 

Emma, wearing heels, bends down and puts a hand on Julian’s shoulder. Her face softens. 

Everything Emma just told him is true. He needs to accept that. But, as she hopes she’s made clear by now, she is the one person here who will never judge him. Because she gets it. 

JULIAN: “You do?” 

EMMA: “Pushing down those painful feelings? Drowning yourself in the misery of others so you may ignore your own? Hurting those you know yourself to be superior to instead of protecting them? Becoming the villain in the face of trauma and failure? Yes, Julian, I understand more than anyone else ever could.” 

Julian shakes. Soon after, he wells up. Finally, he’s overwhelmed. Hellion falls to the ground in tears, punching it with his damn metal hands. 

JULIAN: “I’ve ruined everything. Everyone hates me. You have to let the Hellions keep going, Ms. Frost. Please! No one will forgive me.” 

EMMA: “They won’t forgive you on their own, no. You have to be willing to work for it. It won’t be easy work either. It will take time. But the alternatives are to break yourself even further, or give up entirely. I’ve walked those paths too. Just because you’ve made some of the same mistakes as me doesn’t mean you have to make all of them. The time to step up is now.” 

Julian looks up at her, tears in his eyes, as she reaches out a hand. With hesitation, he takes it. 

EMMA, helping him stand: “Good boy. Now then, I should–” 

Julian cuts Emma off by hugging her. Emma is visibly uncomfortable. 

EMMA: “Oh. We’re doing this? Okay.” 

Emma awkwardly hugs him back. 

JULIAN: “Thank you, Ms. Frost.” 

The awkwardness doesn’t go away at all, but Emma does smile. 

EMMA: “Of course, Hellion. It’s what I’m here for.” 

In Moscow, Kitty and the still standing non-X-Men stand against a pissed off Darkchylde, while Roberto attempts to use his heat powers to cauterize Karma’s wound. Roberto looks over at Darkchylde in disgust. 

In the past, teenage Roberto sits in an ornate office in a suit two sizes two big for him. He appears frozen in place at the desk. 

A stepping disc opens up, with Illyana popping out. What’s he still doing here?! Come join everyone else at the carnival already!” 

Roberto sulks and tells her to just have fun without him, hard as it may be. 

Illyana questions what’s wrong. He knows she doesn’t take “I don’t want to talk” as an answer. 

Roberto sighs. This was his father’s office, up until he was recently killed in the crossfire between the X-Men and the Externals. Now, all of this is his. And he has no idea what he’s supposed to do with it. His father wasn’t a good man. He was corrupt, a tyrant, a friend of freaking Shaw’s!...but he was still his dad. And he knows what he’d want for him is to carry on his legacy, but Roberto knows he can’t do that. 

ROBERTO: “At least, I don’t want to. What if it’s inevitable, Illyana? What if I’m destined to become a monster?” 

Illyana proceeds to laugh in his face, to his unamusement. 

YANA: “Beto, if you’re destined to be a monster. What does that make me?” 

Beto sighs as he stands up, stretching his arms. 

BETO: “You’ve had a million and a half chances to betray us all and easily lead an army of demons onto the world. You’ve had just as many chances to allow your soul to become further corrupted. You can fear yourself all you’d like, but none of us are ever going to see you that way, no matter how much you’d like those fears indulged.” He points at the X-branded purse she’s wearing. “That’s what you’re destined to be.” 

Illyana is uncomfy receiving praise, but she eventually laughs it off. She’s taking him to the carnival now, no matter what he says. They can try getting him to apply some of that positive thinking to himself. 

In the present, Darkchylde wastes no more time on banter, stabbing her sword into the ground, and summoning pillars of dark flames to consume Kitty and the New Mutants. 

Darkchylde rants at them as they anguish. This is what they deserve! They never stood a chance against her, but they just refused to give her what she wanted. And now, they burn with the rest of humanity. 

As everyone else screams, unable to do anything, Kitty’s eyes widen. She just realized something. Pushing herself, she’s able to phase even through Darkchylde’s magic. 

As she pants on the ground, Darkchylde puts her sword to Kitty’s neck. That was impressive. But far from enough. Kitty asks that, before she dies, she just answers one question for her. For old time’s sake. 

Darkchylde bristles, but agrees. 

KITTY: “Okay. Thank you. Why do you want to destroy the world?” 

Darkchylde is confused, but ultimately laughs. What a stupid question. She wants to destroy the world because it is what she was born to do. 

KITTY: “Yeah, exactly. You were just born. That’s why you’re throwing a tantrum right now over not getting your way. You’re a baby. A baby with godlike power, a natural inclination toward destruction, and the memories of a 16 year-old girl, but still a baby.” 

KITTY: “The queen of Limbo, yeah, yeah.  And the first thing you did after being brought to life was kill the guy who made you because he sucked. So other than it just being what you naturally want because you’re a pure evil demon or whatever, why do you just want to do what he wanted you to do? And no, there's no distinction between his gods killing everyone and you killing everyone."

DARKCHYLDE: “I am no infant! I am –!”

  

DARKCHYLDE: “I…you…”

KITTY: “The old Ilyana told me all about him. What he did to her. How he controlled her. Seems to me like you’re hyper-focusing on your “nature” and what he made you to be, and ignoring what it is that makes you “You”. This entire time, you’ve cared about two things: destruction and us. There’s a tiny sliver of humanity in you, Darkchylde. That’s why you’ve kept us alive this long. And if you kill us now, that silver will never be happy or satisfied, no matter how many people you slaughter. So do it! Take my head! Kill everyone!” Kitty smirks. “But our deaths will be quick. You’ll suffer alone forever.” 

Darkchylde hesistates, he swordhand shaking as she watches the New Mutants slowly die in the flames. 

In one last flashback, we return to the scene from the start of the episode. Dani, Rahne, Sam, Xuan, Beto, and Stevie are all sat down to dinner, having fun, when Kitty and Illyana enter. Illyana is still nervous but…

SAM: “Her royal majesty decides to join us!” 

ROBERTO: “We were worried about you. Please, take a seat, your creepiness.” 

Karma rolls her eyes at the boys. 

KARMA: “Idiots.” 

DANI: “We haven’t seen you all day. Are you feeling alright, Illyana?” 

RAHNE: “Do you need a hug?” 

Illyana wipes tears in her eyes as soon as they form. 

YANA: “Everything is perfect.” 

Kitty and Illyana sit down together. Being here with her supportive friends, having fun together. She knows it cannot last. But it’s all she wants. 

In the present, Darkchylde stabs her sword into the ground again. This time, however, it disintegrates, and the pillars of flame disperse. The New Mutants are safe and barely alive. 

DARKCHYLDE, head hung: “Damn you, Kitty Pryde.” 

In the school’s hallways, the Cuckoos are outraged. JULIAN is breaking up with THEM?! 

SOPHIE: “You really are just a weak-willed little loser, after all, aren’t you?” 

PHOEBE: “You have no path forward without us.” 

Julian shrugs. Maybe they’re right. But he’d rather be stuck on his own forever than be their pet. 

JULIAN: “I’m going to be doing whatever I can to make things right. You girls never really talked to me, so I don’t know even know what your damage is, but you came here for a reason, right? If you ever want to fit in, cut the Flatscan-style crap and just be Mutants already.” 

Julian turns his back on them and walks off. They scream at him, but he just makes a peace sign with his hand. 

Julian enters the cafeteria, where he sees Sofia, Noriko, Cessily, Roxy, Sooraya, Brian, and a returned Laura all sitting together. He takes a deep breath before flying over to their table. While most of them glare at him, Sofia casts her eyes away. 

JULIAN: “Hey…guys. You all cool with each other now?” 

LAURA: “Most of us are. Cess and Brian are doing our homework for a week to apologize.” 

JULIAN: “Wait, you weren’t even here for anything that happened.” 

Laura shrugs as she eats some tofu. 

NORIKO: “What the Hell do you want, Keller? Here to give some half-assed apology now that your power’s gone?” 

Everyone looks at him, curiously, now including Sofia, who’s doubtful, but hopes that he’ll say the right thing. Julian thinks carefully about how to handle this. 

JULIAN: “Pfft! Hell no!” Using his TK, Julian pushes some of them aside to make room for himself at the table. “Only thing I did wrong was get caught!”

 He’s met with eyerolls and groans. 

JULIAN: “Buuut, Brian and Cessily don’t exactly have the best grades, so I’ll take care of all that homework. Just to help out my Hellions.” Cessily and Brian smile. “Aaand, this isn’t something I don’t need to apologize for since I didn’t know what the Cuckoos were doing, but I did talk to Ms. Frost and got her to assign Soo’s mom a security detail, and bury whatever scandal Roxy was worried about.” 

As Soo and Roxy thank him, Sofia giggles as she realizes how this proud idiot’s decided to play this. 

NORIKO: “Anything to say to me?” 

JULIAN: “Yeah, Ashida. The Hellions did you a favor re-arranging your face.” 

Everyone laughs, as Noriko flips him off. 

A breeze runs through Julian’s hair, turning his attention toward Sofia. Sofia speaks quietly enough that only he can ear what she’s saying, as the wind brings her words directly to his ears. 

SOFIA: “I heard what happened outside. Things are over with the Cuckoos?” 

JULIAN, equally quietly and just for her: “Completely. And if you don’t want to get back together, that’s fine. I’ve waited before. No more tantrums.” 

SOFIA: “Thank you.” 

The two smile lovingly at one another. 

LAURA: “So they really made you all X-Men in training?” 

BRIAN: “Yeah! Isn’t is coo–?”

LAURA: “You’re all going to die.” 

There’s a brief pause…followed by an eruption of laughter. 

In Moscow, the army of demons screech as they’re all helplessly sucked back into Limbo, the portal closing behind them. 

The New Mutants are so confused by what’s going on. 

DARKCHYLDE: “Well, first things first.” 

Darkchylde waves her arm, instantly healing everyone’s wounds, and growing Karma a new metal leg in the same style as her own arms. 

Darkchylde admits that Kitty raised some valid points just now, and she needs to think over what she said. She’s sorry she hurt them all. 

DANI: “So…you DON’T want to destroy the world anymore?” 

DARKCHYLDE: “Nooo. I do. It still sounds really fun.” She grins. “But hanging out with you guys sounds like MORE fun. And since I can’t do both.” *SHRUGS* 

KARMA: “Um, well, thank you for healing us, Darkchylde. And for sparing the world.” 

SUNSPOT: “Indeed! Explaining how we caused that to Cyclops would have been the biggest of headaches.” 

Sam isn’t so sure how he feels about palling around with a demon queen, but Dani nudges him. It’s kinda the ONLY way they’re surviving here. 

KITTY: “Do your Limbo thing to your heart’s content, and whenever you wanna play, you can come come play. Just like old times. Sound good?” 

It seems like Darkchylde might fight this agreeable, until she laughs in Kitty’s face. 

DARKCHYLDE: “What are you talking about?! Most of you live at the school now, right? That’s where you were pulled into Limbo from. I’ll stay there too and commute to work! THAT sounds good.” 

KITTY AND THE NEW MUTANTS: “Ummm.” 

Darkchylde opens a portal underneath everyone to take them all home. 

ROBERTO, whispering to KITTY: “How are we explaining THIS to Cyclops?!” 

KITTY: “I don’t know! Do I have to think of everything?!” 

DARKCHYLDE: “Come on! It’s gonna be great!” 

[sof-ingtired]

I'm supposed to be asleep right now, I told my partner I was going to go to bed and hung up with it almost an hour ago. But I'm me and the moment I go to go to bed any exhaustion and tiredness I felt is gone.

This isn't about that tho...this is how I was watching some shorts and I saw one that really struck me and made me dissolve into quiet sobs at my desk and go into my text history and scroll down to find my Gammaw

The video was about losing someone...and how it's see you later, not goodbye and It made me sob,,I'm still crying to be honest, but the video made me think of my Gammaw, this strongheaded midwestern old woman who wanted nothing but her grandkids to be happy.

She didn't understand things, she was born in 1939 in Southwest Missouri, she was a carny, she dropped out of school at 14 and worked until she met my Papa, a man I don't have memories with because he passed when I was a year old, just before my sister was born.

She was a strong-willed woman, she was my Gammaw. She was sweet and called people ignorant. She was a bit old fashioned but didn't hold her tongue. She would call you out with no fear.

When i came out to her she told me all she wanted was for me to be Happy. She tried her best to use my name and pronouns but she slipped up, she was in her late 70s. She loved her grandkids with a fierce passion and had snacks and drinks in her closet for us and tutted at my Padre when he got a drink because "those are for the kids!"

She was a key part of my life growing up, I spent a lot of weekends with my Aunt and her, we'd go clean banks until she retired when I was 11.

She sat on the couch in a specific spot because it had the best view of the TV. She watched her 'soaps', General Hospital and The Bold and The Beautiful, I lost track of their plots long ago but she knew every little detail and loved to yell at the characters for their dumb choices

She watched football with my uncle and would scream at the players for doing something incredibly stupid and them fumbling the play. She loved football, it made her so mad but she loved it.

She was a whole foot shorter than me and the last time I was there with her it felt like she was even shorter as she hunched her back and used her walker to get around, her oxygen running loud but a noise I welcomed because I knew that it helped her.

When i was having horrible issues with my mental health and my mother didn't want me in her home she welcomed me with wide open arms and let me spend my days at her house, she made me get things off the high shelves because "You're just so tall"

I remember her softly talking to me and letting me curl up on her bed, my uncle gently moving my hands from my own arms as I dug into them while having a panic attack on her couch, my tutor was supposed to be coming over and my gammaw wanted me to rest

I hated the texture of that bedding but It was hers. Bedding I spent countless days sick on when I was little because I spend so so much time at her house and my aunts.

My Gammaw didn't know how texting really worked, I helped her countless times with her phone. She liked using emojis and didn't know text talk but she tried, using "lol" a horrendous amount.

My last text to her was when she was sick,,,not even a full month before she passed in 2021, it'll be 2 years in june. The last thing she ever texted me was that "I love you too". I will never be able to express how happy I am, even I sit here sobbing as I type, that the last things we said to each other were that we loved each other. I have it in solid writing, I can look back on it at any time and sniffle because I miss her.

I miss her so fucking much.

I don't even know why I'm telling you all this about her, all I know is that I need to tell people about her. How she was old and didn't get it but did her damn best.

My point...was that Grief is not kind. Grief stick around longer than you ever may think. Sometimes it makes you sob and want nothing but to bring them back, and I do, I want nothing but to hug my Gammaw, for her to call me ignorent. Sometimes it makes you sit there and sob and laugh at the times you had.

Grief is a funny thing, everyone grieves in their own ways. My padre makes dark jokes, my sister and I make dark jokes. Our older siblings can't handle those same jokes and that's okay.

You might think your grief is over until it smacks you in the face and makes itself known once again.

[vaida-talks-about-everything]

Kailman Legacy || 16: An Act of Kindness

Needing advice on the whole Vanessa thing, DJ called over Edith Dean to run off some steam. So, on a morning run, the two discussed what he knew to be true: Vanessa was unknowingly "the other woman" in Dayla Ann and Tim's marriage. Edith Dean also shared that Dayla Ann knows Vanessa overheard her talking plainly about this situation at her grand opening, so she believes Vanessa can no longer play dumb. Then again, Edith Dean considered that Tim could've spun up the facts enough to convince her to stay with him. After all, she'd joined him and the kids for family photos. That's not something you do if you intend to break up with someone. Edith Dean called him out because of his reluctance to tell his friend the truth before this.

"If I had a friend who knew what was up and just let me carry on like I did, and I found out later, I wouldn't trust them anymore. Plain and simple."

DJ carried that guilt to work, and Sakura immediately picked up on his less chipper demeanor. The two talked over lunch, and while he didn't divulge everything, he did confess that he had been a coward in a close friendship and that the other person deserved better. She commended him for his honesty and complimented his sister for her being so straightforward, and DJ was grateful for the support.

Sakura took his hands in hers, honored to be trusted with his feelings. He didn't let go, even after several minutes passed and the two's eyes remained locked on one another. He wondered how we ended up this close, not pushing away. Then came the kiss, so sure and gentle, an embrace welcomed even in the stiff, cold breakroom. Thank God no one else is around, they thought as their kiss deepened, leaving them both breathless.

They couldn't stay forever, but their hug afterward lasted longer than needed. Holding her felt right like a puzzle piece added to the picture. Meanwhile, she was taken aback at her courage to gift him her first kiss despite every rejection she'd faced before meeting him. Sakura simply knew he was worthy of it. Sadly, they spent the rest of their workday apart but couldn't remove each other from their minds even if they wanted to. Yes, DJ determined, I have to go for it. She's worth it.

His day eventually wrapped, and as he got off the train to walk home, he was met with the tragic look of an old friend. Smoking a cigarette, Eleanor stood outside the nightclub known for more than drinks and dancing, dressed in tight party clothes and with a tired look in her pretty brown eyes. She took notice but kept her eyes distant, but DJ walked up regardless, having to know what she was doing there.

Eleanor gave him a dirty look, blowing smoke away as he asked about her, tossing her cigarette to the ground.

"You wanna know how I'm doing? I'm doing great even though you just hit it and quit it weeks ago and left me on read. I'm doing so great in fact that I haven't gotten an audition since and have to work til four in the morning here to make ends meet. I'm doing just fabulous, thanks for asking."

He stood stunned, and the silence only further crushed her as she began to cry. Once up for air, he apologized for not responding, asking if she had to work tonight. She'd just finished an early shift, so he invited her to crash at his if she had nowhere else to go. The two watched TV before falling asleep together but not back into old patterns. He'd wake up not wanting to either, as he saw her curled up on his sofa in the clothes from the night before, makeup smudged on his couch. She was still a beautiful mess, but a mess DJ couldn't get involved with beyond this act of kindness. He thought of the woman he'd kissed the day before, wanting all the more to clean his life up and pursue her. Poor Eleanor, this loose end won't be tied up in a bow like you wished to, will it?

[crystallineirises]

Golden Globes Live Blog (SPOILERS)

Every single man speaking so far has been irrelevant

I am also *super* stoned right now let's get that out of the way

J. Smith Cameron looks so good first of all (shout out to the Slime Puppy discord for those early photos)

Danielle should take it for black people but I would not be mad for May/December lol

...YAY BLACK WOMEN GO SIS literally haven't heard of the Holdovers but I'm THRILLED and she got to meet Angela oh MAN

*may/december music* IDK anything about RDJ on to the nex

Lenny Kravitz looks HOT it transcends my lesbianism

is that Amanda?? She looks emaciated i hate that unless it's not her which is possible, i didn't unmute in time

JUNO GET IT SIS

Lol Rachel's selfie headshot

Can Ali win it for us YEAH SHE DID

Seventeen years away from the stage lol

Don't know these people on to the nex

wait is that the boy that was on This is Us? The Manny? What the hell is his name oh it doesn't matter

I feel like Jon might take it? Just sensing?

A SWEEP! A SWEEP!

*May/December music*

HERE WE GO IT'S J'S CATEGORY

This is bullshit lol

That deep breath J. took before they announced the winner I SAW THAT AND I FELT THAT

Hannah Waddingham's wink though

My mom "why is everyone's eyes red" LOL CAUSE THEY HIGH AS ME but seriously Ray

This show could be 1 hour without all this bullshit lol

Our other babies let's goooooo

Lol Lucas ain't here

Tom winning the show winning the company winning the Golden Globe

YES THEY LET KIERAN IN AND IS HE NEXT TO J wait no they didn't lol there's someone between them why can't we win

HERE WE GO this category is full of superstars it could go either way I am nervous

YES YES AND YES Jeremy is kinda fine with his lil v neck and his lil subtle chain

These intros are so fucking LONG I do not CARE

I need to smoke so more but I'm waiting until after Kieran's category lol

I love when a movie wins several things and I'm still like..that still looks boring

I can only hope that she just thanked Snoop Dogg lol

Women in comedy on tv let's get into it YUH

AYOOOOOOO it's Ayo AYOOOOOO SWEEP NUMBER TWOOOO

OKAY BABY

MANIFEST even though it's stacked

WE GOT ONE

MY BABY

SUCK IT PEDRO

MY HEART

I AM TOO HAPPY ABOUT THIS

*May/December music*

Do you think that getting super high and watching the Super Mario movie would be fun yes or no

Yeah that makes sense

That love and support look WAS very loving and supportive though

I feel loved and supported

Hey Michelleeee

I like when women walk out holding hands

"and very MUSCULAR" is this gay is this gay

This is gay lol

*May/December music*

Everyone is happy for her like they're friends it's very cute lol

Also love that dress she looks adorable

"okay bye" she was real for that

This Oppenheimer sweep is boring to me but my mom says he's a good actor also this score sounds GOOD

Oh I see that win cause it sound GOOD

This boy looks like every experimental electronic music grad student we used to party with

LENNY still looking fine

Billie got this, right?

Yeaaaaahh boi

THIS AWARD IS DUMB YEAH I SAID IT

Otherwise Barbie wasn't gonna win shit but we like having fun lol

Okay smoked another bowl we BACK IN IT

ISSA IS SHININ

BEEF SWEEP BETWEEN THE BEAR AND BEEF ISSA BEEF SWEEP

it's getting SERIOUS

SWWWWWWWEEEEEEEEPPPPP

"it's so good it's so good. it's one of those shows you watch and while you're watching it it's like...it's so good". - crystallineirises on The Bear

SEEING THE WHOLE CAST UP THERE I WANNA CRY

the restaurant COMMUNITY *snap snap*

i'm so high bruh lol my mom keeps talking to me and i'm like *LOUDLY TALKS ABOUT SHOWS*

she talmbout drapes i do not care hehehe

OH LORD IT'S SARAH'S CATEGORY

CAN WE JUST GET TO IT

Does she have a crush on DuLaPeep can she stop

SARAH WE GON DO THIS

SHIV ROY NATION

MANIFEST

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH

EMMY PREP IS DONE

I thought Kieran was gonna climb up there

WE GETTING FUCKED UP TONITTTEEEE

I love that we're following her backstage lol

I hope they let all our babies go on stage I wanna see J. looking hot

WHAT A TIME THAT WAS (era of Succession Sunday)

HAND KISS FOR THE AGES

THANK YOU FOR THAT

J Move your way to our man please

Where he at

Alan Ruck is SMIZING

We do like Roman and Shiv reunited

Greg get outta here

lol TomGregs winning

J IS SO BABY

The Morning Show girlies looking so goooooooood

Jeremy and his lady getting it ON who is that

I do like Kelly Clarkson's wayfair jumpsuit lol

I'm stoned enough that I'll let the commercials play without muting

*May/December music*

get it get it get it get get geti

this j. lo / ben / matt throuple energy is strong??

THE GOLDEN GLOBES HAVE NOT CHANGED *dead emoji*

Wonka got a nomination what

Black man for the win i guess

Paul's alright, does he win stuff? Ah he's won things

Okay where are the afterparty photos THE AFTERPARTY PHOTOS

NICE. Kid graduated from college? NICE.

WOMEN!

GAY WOMEN!

LOOKIN DYKE SERVING CUNT I LOVE IT

I love that Matt and Ben are just like we besties that make movies *kick legs in the air*

MAY/DECEMBER *music*

Also the choice to enter May/December as a comedy is outrageous

Bruce Springsteen is Joni Mitchell for white men and I love it

"Powerful old people" - crystallineiries after seeing Helen Mirren and Harrison Ford talking

"If it's Covid, Paxlovid. BARS!"

I've only seen Maestro so idk lol

YAY CURVY GIRLS

YAY MOMS YAY NON ENGLISH LANGUAGES

I wanna see Leo cry I want single tear

FOR THE PEOPLE

Her beautiful mother *crying emoji*

wooooooowww

MOTHER OTHER MOTHER SISTER AND FRIEND

The makeup and glasses and dress she's everything

I miss hearing her voice all the time

Maestro really was so good

A24 putting in work this year

Sweep SWEEP people like things that go boom

Like your fit Emma!

HANNAH

Meryl looks gorge as usual

Emily SHINING TOO

It's after 8 can we wrap this shit up??

Thank you good night *peace sign emoji*

[slewerside-watch]

TW: $TD / R@PE / 1NC3ST

I remember my first herpes outbreak. It came a week after I was assaulted. I was 4 years old.

My mother had to use a little plastic water can while I peed because it hurt so fucking bad.

Many people say they can't remember being little. But I remember that day vividly.

I was in my room playing with Blackie and Nella (my two stuffed dogs that I still sleep with to this day)...

My step father came in with nothing covering his bottom half. But he was wearing a t-shirt for some dumb ass reason. I was curious. I just looked up not knowing what to think.

That's when he pulled his belt out of the pants he was holding. He hit the belt so hard on my little bed that it put a dent in the wood. He started yelling at me to listen. And I started to cry.

He got on his knees in front of me on the floor and put himself in my mouth. I was trying to scream but I could hardly breathe. This lasted a few minutes before I passed out.

When I woke up I was naked laying in his bed and he was standing over me, his shirt gone.

I can still feel his tongue on my privates to this day. It makes me sick to my stomach. It puts me in physical pain to think about this. But I need to vent.

He would play with me with his fingers. Then stick the fingers in my mouth while he licked me. And it went on for what seemed like forever.

I screamed and cried the whole time. We lived in an apartment building. But no one came to help.

My mother's best friend showed up at the apartment and that's what made it stop. He quickly dressed me and sent me into my room. But I didn't listen. I ran for the friend and hugged her.

She pushed me away and said to stop, completely ignoring my tears and pain.

I kept screaming that I wanted my mommy but no one would listen. So the friend locked me in my bedroom and told me to shut up while I screamed and cried.

When my mom got home she ignored me too. I just laid there all alone all night. It was easily the second worst night of my life.

The absolute worst night of my life was the time he actually r@ped me, not just assaulted me. That day I was also r@ped by a stranger at my neighbor's house. I kept telling my mom that someone hurt me but she just kept saying "whatever" with a smile on her face and ignoring me.

My step father sat me down on his lap and asked me what happened. He brushed the bangs out of my face and told me I could always talk to him. So I spilled. And he laughed. I will never forget that laugh.

That night he was drunk as a skunk. Pretty much every night he was and still is.

So he came upstairs in the middle of the night and went in my little sisters room. I could hear the bed creaking. I could hear her yelling and crying. But he didn't say a word. And my mom did nothing.

It got super quiet. I had locked my bedroom door so he couldn't come in. But the bastard pounded and pounded and threatened to kill me and I heard the gun click. So I opened the door per his request.

It started with the insults. Him saying I shouldn't cry r@pe. And of course telling me I deserved this. That I was good for nothing but hurting innocent men. Hurting him.

Then in less than a minute I was naked on the ground bearing all of his weight.

This time I was twelve. He was inside of me. Over and over and over again. I screamed and cried and screamed some more. And again my mom was watching TV downstairs and didn't give a single fuck.

Eventually he held the gun to my head, still on top of me, and told me that if I EVER spoke a word about this to anyone he would kill me AND my sister.

My life didn't matter to me. But the second he threatened my sister I knew I would never say a word to anyone. And I didn't. Until my sister left the house at 18. Then I confronted my mother about it. And she denied ever knowing.

I woke up in the middle of the night bleeding from down there and I had to pee. So I left my room against my better judgement to go downstairs to the bathroom. But I couldn't. Because he was passed out on the stairs. Probably fell down them. I can't remember what I heard or didn't hear after he left my room.

But I ended up peeing in a school supply box because I couldn't go downstairs.

I dumped it out my window and threw the box away the next morning.

The memories are unbearable. I'm still afraid of my own shadow to this day.

It's hell. And I'm scared to exist sometimes.

I wish it would all go away. But it never will. That's okay though. I'm fine. (:

Z.L.H. 07/25/2023 12:23 am