#every time they all show up on screen together i shriek

[theangrypomeranian]

thinking about them again ❤️

[thespineoftherighteous]

more more more more aftg show bloopers (p 4?? I think?) whoop whoop de fuckin whoop

Neil's actor being a huge Duolingo dork and in the behind the scenes while the other actors are fooling around between takes you can often see him with his head bent and hear the little 'ping!'s coming from his phone

also during late night shoots, as it gets closer to midnight he always has a point where he's like SHIT my Duolingo streak. and then just blocks out everyone while his fingers fly over his screen

(fans make compilations of him proudly showing his Duolingo streak to the camera and the number grows as the seasons progress)

(he definitely is the kinda bitch who cares more about maintaining the streak than actually learning languages)

actually omg while we're on the topic of languages

Kevin's actor tenderly reciting his French lines to Matt's actor and Matt's actor is just smitten. and he goes "say something else, love" and Kevin's actor strokes his cheek while saying another one of his lines and Matt swoons

(then Kevin's actor turns to the camera and goes "I just told him that he's a disappointment and is going to get his ass handed to him by ravens if he doesn't do exactly as I say" and, from the ground, Matt's actor goes "hell yeah you did. talk dirty to me any day of the week you sexy, sexy man")

coach's actor is always swearing to the point where they implement a swear jar...really it's just something for the kids to jokingly rag on him about, but he goes with it, and every so often they'll empty the jar to buy the cast and crew pizza

they're filming outside at night and it's cold and in between takes Matt's Aaron's and Renee's actors are all huddled together for warmth and Matt's actor gets pulled aside to get his makeup touched up and the other two just shriek at the absence of his heat and catch up to him to tuck themselves against him again

Andrew needs to snap his fingers in one scene but everyone finds out that day that his actor doesn't know how to snap so he has a little impromptu snapping lesson and of course it turns into everyone else trying to one-up each other with their snapping abilities

Nicky's actor telling everyone what he's going to steal from set (will literally say"[about Allison's bathrobe] damn that shit soft as hell. Ive been needing a new bathrobe actually. I'm stealing this" or "I'm stealing this lighter/bandana/sunglasses/etc") but because his humor is so dry everyone thinks he's joking. until months later. when the prop department can't find shit

Renee's actress is doing something completely mundane but Neil's and Allison's actors start narrating what she's doing like they're in a nature documentary (always with Australian accents for some reason??)

"and our specimen now reclines herself vertically on a piece of furniture us humans know as 'a desk.' this clearly less-developed creature seems not to understand the purpose of such an object. but given that this is her first time outside her natural habitat (the jungle) her lack of familiarity with modern technology is to be expected"

Renee's actress: *flips them off*

"ah and here we witness one of the most common behaviors of this specimen. specialists have dubbed it 'flipping the bird,' and explain it as a nonverbal expression of affection" "oh fuck off"

photo from another cold night-shoot and it's of Matt's and Dan's actors, she's standing in front of him zipped up in his hoodie, just her head poking out and they're having a conversation with other castmates like it's the most normal thing in the world, looking the very image of the couple they play

so much glorious content from shooting the dorm sleepover scene. the most popular thing to come from it is a picture from after they wrapped where the cast and some members of the crew had moved even closer to each other amid all the blankets and are asleep on top of each other

Andrew's actor will sometimes actually eat the ice cream he's given instead of just pretending to eat it, and halfway through the scene he casually mentions that he's lactose intolerant and sends the crew into a worried frenzy

if you haven't clocked it yet, these bitches are competitive. and one day, one thing led to another, and soon a bunch of the actors are all being filmed having a plank-holding competition. Dan's actress is the first to drop and she gets booed at for it because "you're an ex-stripper where tf is that upper body strength?"

she flips them off and goes to sit on Kevin's actor, hoping to squash his plank, but instead he starts doing push ups with her on his back. she grins

(Rikos actor wins that competition btw. and Neil's actor goes on a rant about "we succumbed to the ENEMY? a RAVEN? your characters would be ashamed of you" (he also lost?))

Allison's actress pretending to do a get-ready-with-me using all the stuff on Allison's vanity

Wymack's actor falling asleep in The Dad Pose™ when they're shooting a scene on the bus. and everybody gathers in to take pictures

when Kevin and Neil get all up in each other's faces their actors will pretend like they're going to kiss each other

not really a blooper but just all the actors for the foxes and the ravens mingling together in between takes and it looks so wrong

give me all the actors constantly taking the piss out of their characters

for ex during a scene where the monsters are in the car on the way to Edens, Nicky's actor looks towards the backseat where everyone is in character and goes wow what a fun crowd we are you'd never believe we're about to hit the club

night shoots are a. struggle. for Dan's actress. and the others love to take videos of her just standing on her mark with the most spaced out expression on her face

Andrew's and Neil's actors are shooting one of their typical intense, deep scenes and after one take, as soon as "cut" is called, Andrew's actor grabs Neil's face and starts serenading him with the song that's been stuck in his head all day

Renee's actress getting scolded for sneaking snacks into her costume

when Nicky's actor messes up a line (and he's the least likely of everyone to do it) he starts spewing Spanish

Andrew's actor constantly teasing his brother and Katelyn's actress whenever they have scenes together

like the two of them will just be talking together in between takes and Andrews actor will be behind the camera recording them and saying shit like "look at that MINYARD RIZZ" (or he'll use their actual last name) "hey btw [Katelyn's actor] I taught him everything he knows"

that scene where the foxes are rushing out of the dorm to check on their destroyed cars and Matt's actor just faceplants (Neil's actor: "wow. the dedication")

in one scene or other Allison's actress is drinking an iced drink and during one take she just keeps calmly shaking the ice around in her cup until one by one everyone cracks

in one scene Allison's actress is wearing sunglasses. and in between takes she lies down and on camera you can see Kevin and Matt's actors whispering trying to figure out whether or not she's sleeping because they can't see her eyes

Aaron's actor always using Neil's actor as a pillow during car scenes because they're always next to each other and they're actually hella tight irl

the kids love to steal any props that coach's actor needs to use (pens clipboards etc) before they start rolling just so they can watch him try to subtly fidget trying to find his prop before they get to the point in the scene where he actually needs it

all the actors just taking pictures together in the most brutal settings on set.

like Neil's makeup has his face all busted and everyone wants a selfie with him. they all have a photoshoot with the trashed cars. they have another one in front of the "happy 19th birthday junior" set. Neil is tied up at The Nest while they change his hair and Jean's and Riko's actors take selfies with him. another photoshoot with Neil handcuffed in the police car. all these settings in terrible scenes and the actors are in front of them with grins and peace signs

they're terrible.

[cherrypeaking]

all night (sakura miyawaki x fem!reader smut)

wc: 2.3k words

summary: your best friend sakura invites you for another sleepover… except this time you can’t contain your feelings of attraction towards her…

content warning: best friends to lovers, reader uses she/her, mean dom!sakura, degradation, praise, face sitting, oral (kkura receiving), fingerfucking (yn receiving)

a/n: this is my first time writing for sakura of le sserafim 🫶🩷 i love her so much i’m so down bad for her so i hope i did her justice ;_; <3

a special thank you to my crystal gem 💎 @1004tyun for always encouraging me and liking to read my sneak peeks i love you so much my favorite person 🥺🩷🫶💎

“Ah…!” you shrieked, immediately hiding your face in Sakura’s shoulder.

The latter giggled at how easily scared you were from the game she was playing while you were watching her.

“Come on, Y/N… this is far from being the scariest part…” she purred, teasing you as you felt your cheeks heat up.

You looked back at the screen, cringing at the sight of Sakura’s character patrolling a — seemingly empty — dark, dirty room.

“I wonder how we can get out of th— OH!” Sakura jumped a little, making you squeal again.

An enemy had spawned on screen, and your best friend wasted no time to attack it.

“Done!” she cheered, before looking at your shivering form.

“I take it you’d rather we did something else Y/N?” she softly asked, running one of her hands in your hair to calm you down.

You nodded, before looking at her with a frown.

“You invited me for a sleepover, Kkura… I don’t want to have nightmares when we go to sleep…” you whined and looked away when you noticed her smirking at you.

“Sorry… this new game is so good.” she said as she turnt off the TV.

You scrutinized her every moves, she seemed to be getting ready to go outside.

“You know what? I’ll go get us some snacks.” she told you, not noticing your intense staring at her.

Sakura, being your best friend, was very comfortable with you, not really minding if you saw her changing.

But her being so relaxed around you was like constant torture.

You had been having the biggest crush on your best friend for a long time.

Even if she didn’t feel the same — that was what you were convinced about at least — you couldn’t help your feelings from growing bigger and bigger.

You knew someday you might have to confess your feelings, or else you would implode.

“Y/N? I’ll be at the supermarket, is there anything you’d like?” Sakura’s question snapped you out of your reverie.

You looked at her and blinked a few times.

“Chips.~” you said, making her nod.

“Got it. I’ll be back in half an hour, Y/N. Make yourself at home in the meantime.” she informed you, nearing the door to pull on the handle.

When you heard it slam shut, you sighed before fanning yourself with your hands.

Gosh I really need to calm down.

You let yourself collapse onto your back, feeling the soft mattress underneath you.

Sakura kept occupying your thoughts. It felt like you were watching an adult film without any means for you to press pause.

‘Y/N… what are you thinking about?’

You would hear her in your mind and could even visualize how she looked.

You two were at the table, having dinner together.

Sakura was wearing just a black tank top, showing off her toned, thin, arms. If you looked down, you’d see a pair of shorts, barely covering her slim thighs.

The mere sight of your best friend in such a girlfriend material fit was driving you crazy.

You looked away, burying your face in one of her bed pillows.

That was something you almost regretted doing, because…

It smells like her…

Suddenly, you felt yourself get a little wild.

Would it be bad… to get off right then and there?

Your heartbeat quickened and you couldn’t help hiding your face even more into her pillow.

Part of you just really needed to get rid of the arousal you had right now. But you had to wait right?

Except another part of you… was thinking about how sexy it would be… not to know if Sakura would catch you getting off to the thought of her or not.

You bit your lower lip, thanking the lord you had chosen to wear loose pajamas for tonight, as your hand quickly dipped inside of your panties.

While imagining that your best friend was on top of you, taking care of your arousal for you, you started imagining the conversations you two would have during a moment like that.

“A-ah… yes… Kkura…” you sighed out, feeling your fingers already getting wet just from touching your outer lips.

You were so aroused.

All you wanted was for her to come back home and take you right then and there, while telling you, you were hers now.

Your eyes squeezed shut, feeling your legs tremble from pleasure, as you kept fingering yourself through your pajamas.

Little did you know, you were so focused on your own daze that you never heard the door opening and slamming shut again.

You didn’t hear the footsteps getting closer either.

And it took you a ridiculous amount of time to notice your best friend had probably been watching you get off for the past few minutes.

“Hm, what do we have here?” her voice made you tilt your head abruptly.

You gasped when you saw Sakura at the bedroom door, still holding the grocery bags.

“Y/N, tell me, what are you doing?” She added, putting the bags on the floor to easily step closer to you.

Once again, you couldn’t help yelping when she forcefully removed your hand from your pajama pants.

She noticed the string of fluids on your fingers and chuckled.

“Oh I see… you were getting off. What were you thinking about Y/N? Or maybe should I say who? Me, maybe?” She asked you questions again, swiftly bringing your drenched fingers into her mouth to clean them up.

“Kkura… what are you—“

But the said girl cut you off, before pinning you on the bed.

“I’m the one who’s asking questions here baby.”

Your eyes widened at the sight in front of you. You couldn’t even move.

Sakura was pulling your pants down, before doing the same thing with your panties.

“So cute… you really want me baby hm?” her words reached your pussy directly and you whimpered, nodding eagerly.

You let out a slight cry of mixed surprise and pleasure when you felt your best friend prodding at your vagina with her fingers.

“Did my pervert of a best friend forget to tell me she has a massive girlboner for me?” she kept teasing you.

Her voice saying these obscene words sent chills down your spine.

“N-no… I love you… I love you Kkura…”

When her fingers finally entered you, you threw your head back to whine again.

It was almost humiliating to hear the wet sounds coming from her solely fingering you.

Sakura tsked, feigning disappointment at your neediness.

“Oh, so that’s how you show me your love? No flowers? No love letters? Straight to the fucking? Perv.”

You almost teared up at what she was saying, because your best friend was never this tough with you.

It was… so attractive of her.

“You think you can just get away with what you did by crying hm?” Sakura’s fingers were stretching your walls out.

Your legs gave out as your cheeks burnt up from embarrassment.

“I’m sorry Kkura… won’t do it again… promise… I’ll be a good girl…” you tried getting your best friend to be gentler with you, but her fingertip tickling your g-spot made you cry out shamefully.

Sakura tsked in mockery, pressing on your sweet-spot to get you squirming underneath her.

“A good girl huh? Good girls don’t touch themselves without permission… you’re just being a slut right now… a perverted little slut.” her words affected you so much you could still feel tears cornering your eyes, despite having waited for a moment like this since forever.

“I’m sorry… so sorry… can’t help it… love you so much… want you to fuck me all the time…” you moaned out, moving your hips to meet Sakura’s fingers, wanting release.

Sakura noticed immediately though and pulled her fingers out of your vagina, earning a wantonly whine from you.

“W-why… Kkura… I was so cl—ah!” a firm slap on your pussy made you yelp.

“Filthy sluts like you don’t get to cum.” She said, her voice getting hoarser with lust.

As you saw your best friend hover over you, setting her slim thighs on each side of your chest, you knew what was awaiting you. It was as if your eyes saw stars, images of what was about to happen were running through your mind furtively.

“Show me you’re a good girl and put that dirty mouth of yours to good use.” Sakura lifted herself up, only for her cunt to face you, making your breath hitch.

You had only dreamt of something like this to happen.

You always felt bad for eying her so much… it only took for a top or a pair of shorts to be a little too tight on her… a little breeze for her nipples to harden through the fabric… and you would have the most obscene thoughts about Sakura.

“Cat got your tongue?” her voice brought you back to reality and you shook your head.

You put pressure on your neck to lift your face up so you could reach for her slit with your tongue.

Sakura took it upon herself to just sit on your face, earning a loud muffled whimper from you.

“That’s it…” she sighed out, feeling you lapping at her core clumsily.

On one hand, it was difficult to know where exactly you were dragging your tongue and you were strongly hoping that Sakura was feeling good.

On the other hand, having your face buried deep in her thighs and pussy granted you to be so close to her that you could taste and smell her easily, it drove your senses wild.

Your nose, lips, chin and cheeks were soaked and sticky with Sakura’s wetness.

I love this so much… I love her so much…

“Don’t you love this a l-little too much? Maybe… I was mistaken… you’re not such a bad girl… you’re… So eager to please hm?” her slight stuttering gave you all the reassurance you needed to keep doing what you were doing.

Your tongue trailed over her outer lips going from the bottom to the top of her slit, making you feel her clit.

Sakura gasped at the sudden stimulation and thrust her hips towards your face.

“Hnngh…!” you whined, feeling even more smothered by her thighs but you couldn’t care less.

If anything you wanted more. If she could choke you just by sitting on your face, you would die happy.

“I’ll choke my little slut hm? You’re my little slut.” Sakura mused out, panting as she almost squeezed her thighs next to your cheeks.

She set her elbows a little above you so she could sit onto all fours on your face and be more comfortable.

Your lewd little sounds were the only noise that could be heard in the bedroom — something that turnt you on even more.

Sakura kept riding your face, faster and faster.

Her moans were also getting louder as she felt her orgasm approaching.

“Babyyyy…” she whined, her movements becoming erratic and she added, “Come on… do better than this… make me cum if you like my pussy so much…”

You whimpered, wanting nothing more than to grant her wish. You sniffed her scent in and tried focusing on her clit more, suckling it gently.

Sakura threw her head back, not expecting attention on her clit again. Her thighs, that were cupping your cheeks, started trembling, as her juices kept flowing out.

“I’m… I’m…” you moaned in rejoice, feeling your best friend pressing her pussy even closer against your face as she cried out her orgasm.

It took her several minutes of riding your face — which you didn’t mind one bit — before Sakura got off of you.

When your eyes met, she sweetly smiled at you.

“Good girl.” your toes curled up as you giggled, loving the way she praised you.

You didn’t expect to feel her fingers prodding at your vagina again.

“A-ah… Kkura…!” you whined as her thumb pressed your clit teasingly.

“Good girls deserve their reward… you’ve got yourself a reward baby.” you couldn’t believe she was already up to fingerfucking you after her orgasm.

Maybe because she had experience?

You shook your head, not wanting to think about your beloved best friend with other people.

Instead, you let yourself go, completely at Sakura’s mercy.

“A-ah… I love you… love you so much…” you whimpered, making her smirk and quicken the pace.

“I love you too baby… you’re mine now right?” she asked, chuckling when she saw you squirm from pleasure.

Those words were everything you had been longing for.

Sakura, your best friend, loved you? And wanted you to be hers?

You could only nod in excitement as you felt tears welling up in your eyes one more time.

“I-I’m yours… I’m only yours…!” you cried out when her fingers hit your g-spot.

Sakura smirked again planting a kiss on your ear.

“Cum for me… my baby.” even if it weren’t something you could control, what she said alone made you squeal and orgasm on the spot.

Tears were streaking down your face as your high hit you so heavily.

“Kkura… Kkura…” you could only say her name.

“There, there… I’m here baby…” she let your head rest on the bed pillows so you could calm down.

When you did, you tilted your head only to gasp at the sight of Sakura looking directly at you with a loving smile.

“Y/N…”

You laid down on your side to face her and return her smile.

“Yes?”

Sakura looked away a little, seeming deep in thought.

Part of you was hoping this wasn’t going to be a one time thing. You couldn’t help feeling anxious over what she wanted to say.

“I know this isn’t the perfect time to ask but… will you be my girlfriend?”

[obsolescent]

Talkin’ Foolish

Pairing: Leon x Reader

Summary: You reminisce on some memorable moments with Leon

Content Warnings: No gendered language used for reader, adult themes, mentions of sex and sex toys, pure corniness and Leon being awkward and goofy as hell.

Author’s Note: This is so…I don’t know what this is but I wanted to have a break between the angst I’ve been writing. This is inspired by things my fiancée has said/done to me, lmao. I hope you enjoy it!

Words: 1,022

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You’re used to it by now. Well…Maybe not.

There’s still some things that Leon says that makes your brain feel like it’s buffering, dial up tone and all, stuck on a loading screen as you try to catch up to what he’s said. You’re still surprised at what his mind conjures up.

He’s always had some cheesy, corny jokes he likes to use, but sometimes there’s some outta pocket, off the wall, quirky phrases and sentences he’s strung together, that you wonder how anyone could think of. Though you quickly realized it’s best not to underestimate Leon and his beautiful, unique mind.

There’s a few times that stick out more so than others.

Like one time, it’s late at night. You’ve eaten dinner, cleaned up the kitchen. Cookware, plates, utensils all put up. You’ve both settled down on the couch to watch whatever’s on, finding a movie you’ve both settled on. 

You’re snacking on some candy, a sour kind, ones with those sugar crystals. Unfortunately, a few of those crystals stick in the back of your throat, causing a coughing fit. You’re quick to get it under control, sipping on some water until it starts to die down. Leon leaned towards you, patting your back.  “Sorry, just got something in my throat,” You tell him, able to finally get the words out. Now that he knows you’re out of harm’s way, Leon’s concerned expression turns into a smirk. You raised an eyebrow at the change, a silent question. “Damn, baby…Would love to be in your throat.” Your jaw drops, cheeks turning redder than they did while you were catching your breath. “Excuse me?” You splutter, trying hard not to show that you did, in fact, find the joke funny. He throws his head back and guffaws, tears forming in his eyes. “Sorry honey, I couldn’t resist!” He gets out, before pulling you into a hug, kissing your scarlet cheeks. 

Another time, it’s when you two are bare in bed, his hands exploring every inch of your body. You’re on top, pussy rubbing against his cock, from base to tip. Your head is thrown back, enjoying the sensation until he suddenly grabs your hips and lets out a pained grunt. Snapping your head upright, you look at him with concern and ask, “Everything okay, darling?” “F-fuck. It’s…Everything’s alright, baby, keep moving for me.” You raise an eyebrow, but do as he says, continuing your movements. Falling back into the feeling, you begin to moan and grab your chest, while involuntarily clenching down on Leon’s cock. “Damn, baby!” He chokes out, grabbing your hips again, this time lifting you up from his lap. “Grippin’ my shit like Loctite!” You just stare at him for a breadth of time, wide eyed, before cackling with laughter. He soon joins in, both falling into a laughing fit.

You’re thankful for times like these during sex, being able to laugh whenever a mishap or something comical occurs. 

Another moment you can recall, you had received a package, a new sex toy. A vibrator you had been eyeing for some time, waiting for a sale to occur since it was quite pricey. Finally purchasing it, you were eager to get it out of its packaging and see it in person, excited for the time ahead where you would be using it. Pulling out and plugging the charger into the wall, setting the toy on your nightstand to charge. At this time Leon decides to enter the room, curious about the box, himself. Looking at your form bent over the nightstand, he comes up behind you, seeing you fiddle with the toy. “Ah, I see you finally got that cooter buzzer you’d been looking at.” “A what?!” You shrieked. Spinning around, mouth agape with face ablaze. “What? Don’t like the name I’ve given your toys?” He asks, smirking. “You are not calling them that!” You retort, jabbing a finger into his chest to emphasize. He grabs your wrist and pulls it up towards his face, kissing your knuckles. “Well…Can I call them whatever I want as long as I use them on you?” He questions, grinning now. “N-no! I mean…Maybe…” You stutter out, wondering how he can be so awkward and yet so seductive at the same time.

Now, the last thing that comes to your mind isn’t really something he said, but did. 

You had grabbed some dirty laundry out of the hamper, taking it to the laundry room to begin a load for washing. You toss the pile into the washing machine, going to check the bin in the bathroom for any more clothing. That’s when you noticed you had dropped a shirt in the hallway, the piece falling out of the rather large pile you held. Bending down to pick up the article, Leon walks into the hallway. “Heh, my turn,” he says, thinking about earlier that day when you had swatted him on his ass as he bent over to grab a pan from the cabinet. His hand pulls back, giving you a firm smack on the behind. You squeal, the momentum from his slap tipping you forward, causing you to lose balance and topple over. “Leon!” You screech, trying to find purchase albeit none around. Leon tries to catch you before you fall over completely, unfortunately, he isn’t fast enough.

“Oh shit, baby! I’m sorry!” He says as he’s pulling you up from the ground. “Are you hurt?” He asks, moving your hair from your face to search for any abrasions. Your eyes like daggers, you glare at him, gritting out, “No…But you’re about to be!” “Oh, fuck.” He mutters, before escaping and dashing off, you hot on his tail. A chase ensues, ending with him turning around and grabbing you. He picks you up and takes you to your shared room, you squealing over his shoulder. Tossing you onto the bed, tickling you until you’re both laughing and panting for breath. He sighs, leaning down to give you a kiss. “Love you, you little rascal,” he says. “Love you too, rapscallion.” You chortle, kissing him back.

There’s never a dull moment in your house.

[doggone-devil]

By the Cover: Chapter 1

Behold! A secondary novel for me to write while I work on my other one XD No, but this idea has a chokehold on me so of course I had to write it. Pairing: Alastor x afab!Reader Warnings: none for this chapter~ Word Count: 2,517

"I waited for you my entire life and you were worth every minute." - Mark Anthony

Two lovers, hand in hand, facing the odds of the world around them. A poetic tale of how love triumphs over everything, not even the Universe itself able to keep them together. A romance little girls dream of as they watch their idols on screen, fantasizing about the day they'll be swept off their feet into a happily ever after. Such a beautiful hope, a goal they could one day accomplish, unlike you.

Wrapped in a well-worn blanket, you sit on your couch with your nose buried in the latest episode of your favorite show. The second you received the notification of its release, your were scrambling to go to the streaming site, the show queued in your favorites, ready to play. Giddy with excitement, you began to watch, engrossed in the plot as it furthered, the various characters building the hype of the upcoming climax. As much as  you loved seeing them, your eyes waited patiently to recognize one character in particular.

There.

An audible gasp escapes you before a high pitch shriek, your toes wiggling to try and exert some of the built up energy you felt just from seeing them appear. Red hair dipped in black, fluffy ears, and captivating red eyes. You swoon when they speak, voice filtered to sound like those old 1920s radio broadcast. Some fans find the voice annoying but you swore it was an angel speaking, your body shivering in response to their words. They were the love of your life, your hyperfixation, your absolute obsession.

Alastor was the their name, a very powerful Overlord and one of the main characters of your favorite animated show, Hazbin Hotel. It had appeared and swept many into it's fandom, becoming favored next to the other show released by the same creator, Helluva Boss. Granted, you still loved that show and watched it when the episodes came out, but this one - you squeal - this one had you in an iron grip and all because of the radio demon so graciously displayed on screen.

Granted, you realized your quick fascination with the character was a bit problematic. Firstly, he was manipulative, scheming, and in it for only for him. He didn't care, really, about the other characters, even having a near breakdown when almost dying for them. You were certain if he existed in real life, he wouldn't be as lovely as you dreamt him to be, but that didn't stop your heart from skipping when you saw him. It also didn't stop  you from spending your hard earn money on countless fan merch, his face decorating every pillow, blanket, and object you owned. Even the phone in your hand had his face on it, smiling at you with hooded lids. Yes, you had a problem but you weren't stopping any time soon.

"Another perfect episode," you sigh, letting your hands drop to your lap as you lean back into your couch. The credits roll and you happily stare up at your ceiling, thoughts already plagued by him. He was so cool this time, not that he wasn't all the time, but this time he had been so sassy. You were already thinking of ways to write about it, ready to tell others in the fandom how baby girl coded he was. You giggle, tossing your blanket off your legs. You stretch with a groan, looking back at your phone to note the time. Your stomach grumbles.

You hum as you walk to your kitchen, looking in the fridge for something to eat. You weigh your options of a ketchup sandwich or mayo sandwich. Tough decisions, both sounding very appeasing, but you opt for the third option. You grab your keys and hoodie, tugging it over your head as you slip on your flip flops. You may only have sixteen dollars left after purchasing that one Alastor keychain, but it was totally worth it. Besides, you only needed eight of it to buy an everything bagel and coffee.

Basking in the sunlight for a second once you step outside, you head down the sidewalk from your duplex home, steering clear of other pedestrians as they mosey about. It's clear out, the cold air leftover from winter barely noticeable with no wind, the sun warm as it hangs high in the sky. A very nice day to enjoy as you walk, wondering what it'd be like to take Alastor to a small café. You tilt your head down to keep others from seeing your goofy smile, unable to hide the joy you feel of imagining Alastor critique the food.

He would probably comment on the way it's processed, stating how homecooked meals were the way to go. Oh, how you'd give anything to taste a meal cooked by Alastor. From what you knew of his backstory, he loved to cook and enjoyed a good jambalaya. You weren't raised southern, nowhere close as you recall your hometown in Michigan. You grew up with cabbages and kolackies, a drastic difference from shrimp and gumbo. Granted, you have tasted the Cajun dishes, curious to know what they tasted like when you discovered Alastor's birthplace, but you wanted them cooked by a real southern man. No, you wanted them cooked by Alastor, otherwise they just couldn't be as good. Shame.

You're greeted by a barista as you walk into your favorite café, breathing in the air deeply, enjoying the favorable scents that assault you. It's just a small business a block away from your house, easy and fast to get to. It had the best bagels you've ever tasted and the coffee wasn't half bad, either. You step in line, eagerly waiting behind three other customers while you roam the menu above. You already know what you'll order but it doesn't hurt to see what's new, checking their daily specials. Today seems to be an in house blueberry muffin, complimented with a drink of the customer's choice. It's appealing, but you're not that big a fan of blueberries. Or muffins.

"Excuse me." You hear the voice before feeling the shove, a person squeezing in the line to get through. You step back to avoid them, yet your foot gets caught on the other. You begin to fall backwards until a firm body stops you. You turn to apologize as you regain your footing, but your words get caught in your throat. You see a man standing behind you, his hands fixing his bowtie, but that's not what makes you speechless. He's tall, very tall, with bright red hair and tan skin. As he looks down at you, your breath hitches. His eyes are almost as red as his hair and you wonder if they're contacts. They have to be, you think to yourself, no one's eyes are red. It's not a natural color but they look natural. You must be staring too long cause he clears his throat.

"Sorry!" you blurt out, quickly turning to face forward, realizing a gap between you and the customer ahead of you. You scamper to move up, nearly tripping over your feet, your cheeks burning in embarrassment. You try not to think about the man behind you or his stupidly good looks. Seriously, how chiseled does one jaw have to be? You could cut marble with it. You focus on anything but him, staring at your feet until the barista is asking for your order.

Bagel and coffee secured, you walk to your usual spot in the corner of the café, a window table with two seats. It's comfortable and spaced far enough away from the other tables to let you enjoy your food in peace. You shrug out of your hoodie as you sit, hanging it on the back of the chair. You take a bite of your bagel, moaning softly at the seasonings popping off on your tongue. It's simple and yet, to you, so delicious. Pulling out your phone, you go to scroll through some apps, but your attention is caught by a red coat passing by. You glance up and nearly choke on the bite you swallow. The man from before settles at a table close to yours, only a coffee in hand when he sets it down. He also pulls out his phone, paying no mind to anything around him. Unlike you, your eyes glued to him. You swear he seems familiar despite never seeing him before.

He's wearing nearly all red, minus his black pants. His coat is a deep red, matching his hair. The undershirt is white, however, and you notice black gloves on his hands. Huh, you chuckle to yourself. He almost looks like Alastor, the clothes very similar and even his build - You blink. 

Oh my god. Oh my fucking god, you think, eyes wider than the plate your bagel sits on. You quickly look away, your hand slapped over your mouth at the realization. You just compared a real person to a fictional character. 

You take another glance, trying to study him more. He's tall like Alastor, slender for sure, but you can't really tell with the coat on. He's style is like that out of the 1920s, just like Alastor. A tailcoat, collared undershirt, bowtie, and even dress pants completed with dress shoes. Just slap a monocle on him and he could be Alastor what with the slanted, bob haircut had had. God, if you had your cosplay Alastor ears and antlers, you'd ask him to wear them and call you darling.

No, wait, what's wrong with you? Ugh, you're so creepy and you need to stop staring so much and - oh my god, now he's staring back. Idiot!

You take interest in your bagel again, taking a rather large bite as you struggle to chew. You begin to cough as the pieces roughly slide down your throat, eyes watering as you reach for your coffee. You're gulping it down to help the food along, gasping for air. You hear a snorted chuckle and look up, seeing the man cover his mouth with the back of his hand, avoiding your look. You can see the smile and blush, realizing he watched all of that. Could this get any worse?

You sigh, wanting to bang your head on the table. Instead, you reach for your phone, knowing tumblr will distract you. Only, the Universe decided today was the day to pick on you and as you reach for said phone, your arm bumps your coffee. It spills. All over your table. All over you. You want to cry.

"Here." You see the man walk over to you, extending his hand to offer a handkerchief. You take it, sniffling with a pout.

"Thank you," you mumble, wiping at your now ruined top. It was white ten seconds ago, now stained brown. As you wipe, the liquid spreads. You sigh in defeat, knowing you'll have to throw it away when you get home. Thank god you have your hoodie.

"Here, let me," the man says, taking the handkerchief gently from your hands. You let him, too embarrassed and sad about your shirt. He smiles as he dabs at your shirt. "Wiping only helps the coffee to set. You have to dab for the best results." You watch him, slightly annoyed at the way he fusses over it like a dad would, but you're not angry. In fact, you feel kind of in awe as he moves, your eyes glued to his face. His nose is pointed and sharp, eyes angled like a cat. His lashes are long, complimenting those strange red eyes. You try to see if they are, in fact, contacts, but as you lean to get a closer look, they snap up to meet you. You jump back, knocking into the table. Your coffee cup sways but before it can spill again, he reaches out to steady it. You sigh in relief.

"Sorry," you apologize.

"You have a clumsy habit, don't you?" he hums, chuckling when you pout again.

"Not usually," you state, turning to grab your hoodie when he steps back. You can't help but feel so small when he straightens up to full height again.

"Really? I couldn't tell." It's a banter, but you're failing to think of how to respond. You're not use to actively conversing with people in the real world, most of your conversations being with friends online or AI chatbots. Ok, maybe you didn't need to think about the last one, but the fact still stands that you don't know how to talk to people. Especially people as attractive as he is.

"Well," you grab your bagel and what's left of your coffee, "as fun as was to bother you and embarrass myself, I have to go." You need to escape, more like it. Your social battery is already beeping in alarm, drained from the back to back events that was your attempted outing for lunch. You throw your trash away as you leave, not taking the chance to look back at the man.

As you walk back home, you can't help but think of how the scenario could've played out different. If you were a normal person, you could've held a conversation with the man, maybe even inviting him for coffee tomorrow. You could flirt and date until, one day, he would ask your hand in marriage. Then you would have kids, grow old together, and live a life well filled. At least, that's the person your mother wanted to be. A normal woman with a normal love life, finding a man to support you and give her grandkids. Sadly, that was never going to happen, you think as you step into your house. If the seven foot cardboard cutout of Alastor greeting you at your front door wasn't enough to deter potential mates away, then surely the numerous framed Alastor posters scattered across your walls would.

Maybe you should cancel that order for the Alastor cursed cat plushie…

Nah.

You toss your keys down and kick off flip fops, pulling your hoodie off to grimace at the disaster that is your white-turned-brown tee. Yeah, there's no getting this stain out and you weren't about to buy some fifteen dollar produce that claims to erase the stain. You shrug it off, opening your kitchen bin and tossing it away. It doesn't bother you too much, thankful it's not one of your Alastor shirts. Speaking of, you walk to your bedroom, going straight to your dresser. You rummage through your shirts before picking one and putting it on. This was one is black, Alastor's face printed on the front with the words 'Smile Like You Mean It' placed around him. It's one of your favorites.

Shuffling back to your living room, you decide to ease your stress with the one thing you know will put a smile on your face. Sitting on your couch, tucking your legs as you bring your blanket back over your body, you quickly open your phone to its browser. Archive of Our Own loads up and you quickly begin filtering through the latest additions to Alastor fanfictions.

Masterlist ... Ao3

[naavispider]

Could you do a one-shot between Quaritch and Spider about a thunderstorm? Spider is frightened from the loud bangs caused by the thunderstorm and has a hard time falling asleep. Spider shrieks from fear and Quaritch hears it and notices it coming from his son. He comforts him and both fall asleep together.

This is very similar to another ask I got, which I was typing my response to but TUMBLR decided to DELETE it instead of saving as a draft 😤 (lesson learned, never type long answers straight onto tumblr)

Spider had experienced his fair share of storms. The thunderstorms in the forest had been rare but terrifying. He remembered that one really bad one that flooded sector C of Hell's Gate - the science guys were totally freaked out, though they'd tried not to show it to Spider. He'd huddled in his room, plugging in his music as loud as it could go while the wind and the rain pounded against his window. The noise couldn't drown out the booming claps of thunder that could shake Spider down to his bones. He used to close his eyes against the lightning, wondering every time if this was the final blow - if Eywa had finally had enough of the human base on her planet. Surely this was her retribution against them. Spider couldn't think what else could possibly cause weather as terrifying as this.

So when the first rumble of thunder echoed around the demon ship, Spider froze. They were on deck, and the recoms had been saying for a while that a storm was brewing. They'd seen it on the satellite data, and the ship's crew were all preparing for the assault. Quaritch reassured him that the ship was built to weather conditions like this, but Spider hadn't missed the look he gave Wainfleet immediately after.

The clouds had darkened to a deep grey, and the choppy water reflected the anger from above. When the wind began to pick up, Quaritch called the squad together to retreat down below. They packed up their makeshift camp on the deck, and brought everything inside. As Spider had nothing, he mostly watched, but he made sure that Quaritch had packed the ukulele.

"Get in there, go," Quaritch spurred him on, gently pushing Spider into the airlock just as the first real boom sounded from the heavens. Spider didn't say a word as the squad made their way to the rec room - the largest indoor room that could easily fit all of them - while staying out of the way of the crew who were going to have their work cut out.

"Well this is gonna be fun..." Savine remarked as she plopped herself down against the side of the couch, bringing out her tablet. "Do we know how long it's gonna last?"

Lyle had opened his own tablet. "Looks like a few hours," he muttered, scanning the moving, colourful swirls on the map. Spider could see the data too, and despite not knowing anything about weather patterns, it didn't look good. This was going to be a big one.

Quaritch handed him the spare tablet. "Here, kid. Amuse yourself however you see fit - and buckle down."

How reassuring.

Spider took the screen and made his way over to the gap between two of the nailed in couches. There was a space just big enough for him to slide into, and he wriggled his way in, bringing his knees up to his chest and resting the tablet on them. He scrolled through the shows on the only app that didn't require iris scanning to open, finally deciding to try a new one called Pinky and the Brain. For a while, the colourful images were enough to distract him. He liked the story, although Pinky did seem a bit dumb. The Brain was definitely his favourite character so far.

When the rain started to patter the tiny windows, Spider began to tense up, and found it even harder to concentrate when the pattering slowly increased in ferocity, eventually morphing into sheets of water that hammered the sides of the ship. The noise was almost loud enough to drown out the cartoon. The recoms were having to raise their voices just to be heard as they sat it out. Spider glanced around anxiously, taking a small amount of comfort in the fact that nobody seemed to be panicking.

Unfortunately, Quaritch caught his eye. "Relax, kid," he said, his eyes raking over Spider's tensed up form, his slightly widened eyes. "You look like you're about to be eaten."

Spider glared at the man. He returned his gaze to the cartoon, but it was no longer enough to distract him from the rain and the now howling wind that was beginning to sway the ship. He grasped a shaky hand onto the side of the couch that he was wedged between, trying to steady himself as the floor rocked upwards, then down again. He breathed out slowly through clenched teeth, trying to relax.

"Shit!" he jumped as another clap of thunder roared through the room.

The rest of the recoms were either laying down chatting, or still attempting to get some admin done on their tablets. However, even the most determined of them had to give that up as the rocking of the boat increased and they were forced to steady themselves as best they could.

"If anyone vomits I swear to God I will throw you overboard!" Savine called.

Fuck, what was happening? Spider knew Quaritch had been very reassuring about the strength of the ship, but this seemed crazy. Spider knew how big these storms could get, and they were bad enough in the forest - sheltered by the canopy and not in imminent danger of sinking. Out here? On the ocean? Spider didn't want to think about it. What happened if the ship sank? What happened if they were struck by lightening? Dread pooled in his stomach as he tried to push down the nausea accumulating at the back of his throat.

He was going to die.

"You're fine," came a low voice in front of him.

Spider opened his eyes.

Quaritch was on the floor next to him, and reaching a hand out to place on Spider's leg. The recom's face was earnest - sincere.

"The ship's prepared for storms like these, this ain't its first rodeo. It's gonna pass, all we have to do is wait it out."

Spider swallowed, torn between his existential fear and something that felt like embarrassment. He didn't want to seem like a scared little kid.

"I'm f-fine," he stuttered, but his whole body was tensed up, including his jaw.

"Uh-huh," Quaritch said, appraising him.

"Piss off," was what came out of Spider's mouth. Wait, he didn't mean that. Why did he say that?

Quaritch raised his eyebrows in a surprised and questioning stare.

Spider felt the urge to apologise. But no, he hadn't lost all of his pride - not yet. "Just... just tell me when this will be over," he said.

Quaritch waited a moment before replying. "Probably a few more hours yet, kid."

Fantastic.

His face must have betrayed his hopelessness, because Quaritch squeezed Spider's knee. "I promise, it's alright."

Spider looked up at the man, unconvinced, but didn't reply. He didn't want to open his mouth in case something unintentionally rude came out again.

Quaritch removed his hand from Spider's knee, and reached back across the floor to pick up his own tablet. However, for the next two hours he stayed on the floor next to where Spider had braced himself. Spider wasn't sure if this was a coincidence or not, but he was grateful for it anyway.

With Quaritch beside him, he knew there was no reason to fear. Quaritch was not a stupid or naive man. He couldn't see the Colonel sitting idly by while a life-threatening storm tore up the ship. If there really was any danger, Spider knew that Quaritch would evacuate them, or come up with a plan.

And that night... That night Spider finally realised that he trusted Quaritch.

[taichoushadow]

Never change ~ EMA x you fluff.

The happy laughter and the playful bickering that filled the room mixed with the sounds of the videogame they were playing should be something you're used to. It was a sound that you heard every friday night since many years and you couldn't imagine what it would be like to be sitting alone on nights like these.

However, tonight - something unfamiliar seemed to butally squeeze your heart as you walked up the stairs to deliver the snacks and get more drinks. Seeing the three of them sitting on your bed, shouting at the tv, pushing shoulders, you felt like choking up, the burn behind your eyes, quickly blurred your sight.

Confused at the suddeness of it all, you stopped in your tracks and looked at the trio from the door.

Armin was trying to dodge Eren's attacks of him trying to steal his consoler while Mikasa looked at her friends, laughter rolling from her tongue.

''You're using cheatcodes, I just know it!'' Eren practically whined at this, trying to snatch the joystick away but you could see the wide grin plastered on his face as he practically climped ontop of his best friend. Armin shrieked at that, falling over and landing on his back against the soft sheets you put on last night.

''How would I do that in this game? That's impossible, Eren.'' Armin chuckled, hitting Eren on the head with the consoler he tried to take away. Mikasa however, grabbed the one Eren put down next to him before he crawled over to his best friend.

''I dont know. You are Armin. I know that you know you're stuff.'' Eren flicked his forehead before he sat up, looking back to the screen. then to Mikasa, seeing her totally concentrated trying to keep the car on track, the tip of her tongue sticking out.

Armin this time, finally handed Eren the consoler and sat next to his friend, watching the other two race. Adding sound effects whenever he felt like was needed. The shout of joy and the way Eren threw his hands in the air when he won, was always endearing to you and you could see the smile on Mikasa's face aswell. Not bothered at all that she didnt manage to win this game, and you could guess she was also just happy she could be here with her favourite souls.

Seeing this all happen, made you want to cry out of sheer happiness. Seeing your closest friends just having a good time together ,nd you swallowed the lump that formed in your throat, entering the room atlast.

They all looked up, Eren's eyes lit up at the sight of snacks , standing up to help you put them on the table that was standing between the bed and tv. ''I was just about to see what took you so long.''Eren said, popping in some salty snacks into his mouth before he turned to you. ''Thinking you slipped on some crackers or something.'' He added after swallowing however once he saw your red, swollen eyes, telling him that you actually did cry, alarmed him immediately and his smile dropped, grabbing onto your shoulders while asking what was wrong.

This naturally caught the attention of the other two, hearing the worried tone in Eren's voice aswell, they quickly looked up and you couldnt help but to let the tears escape once again, letting them roll over your cheeks. Shaking your hand while managing to choke out you were really okay, you did pull Eren into a hug though and called out to Armin and Mikasa too. ''Come here, I want to hug you all.''

Melting into your embrace after the surprise of suddenly seeing the tears and being pulled into your embrace, you could feel his body melting in your arms and wrapped his own around you aswell.

Not long after that, Mikasa and Armin too just wrapped themselves in the sponaneous group hug but they didn't mind at all, although they too were worried about the sudden display of sadness you showed, or so they thought.

Pulling away, you managed to choke out how happy you were to just have them by your side, how grateful you were to see them exactly like this. Seemingly free of worry and just simply living as it is.

You did not care if it made sense, you just knew you felt it. Somehow the three of them, seeing them together with no worries written in their eyes, was something your heart longed to see.

''O-ofcourse.'' Eren stuttered, feeling his own heart squeeze at the feeling of love you poured out, just like that. ''I wouldn't have it any other way.'' he continued, laying his arm over your shoulders and pulled Mikasa to his side as Armin too grabbed onto your hand, aswell as Mikasa's.

''Please, never change, right?'' Armin squeezed your hand, quoting the words you managed to say a lot to them.

''Right.''

''You know we'll stay. "Mikasa added, pinching Eren's arms to stop him from messing up your hair more, you didn't really mind he did and just messed up his hair at the same time.

"Just happy you are happy." you softly muttered before clearly adding how you would drag them back by their ears if they ever decided to be dicks.

The three of them laughed loudly at that, Eren throwing his head back as he does so with Armin rolling his eyes and Mikasa grabbing onto her ears instinctively.

"Got it. Loud and clear." Eren saluted you, placing a quick peck ontop of your head. Armin turned around, smoothing down his hair, you also messed up for him and jumped back on bed, motioning for Eren to take some snacks. "We know you will." Armin didn't forget how you literally pulled Eren's ear whenever he was too stubborn to listen.

Bringing the snacks with him, Eren sat down next to Armin as they picked up the consoles once again, Mikasa stayed close to you, insisting she helped with the drinks.

Yeah, this was life. Simply as it should be.

[cchsunday]

In Defense of Jerry Lewis — by Mark Simpson for Out Magazine, 2009

Forget hair whorls, genomes, amniotic fluid, older brothers, domineering mothers, or disco. I can reveal with absolute certainty the cause of my homosexuality in just two words. Jerry. Lewis. As a kid in the 1970s, I watched reruns of his movies—especially the ones from the early 50s with his on-screen boyfriend Dean Martin—with a level of breathless excitement that nothing else came close to until I discovered buggery in the 1980s. Films like Money From Home (1953), where he pins Martin to the bed wearing a pair of polka-dot shorts campier than Christmas in West Hollywood, and Sailor Beware (1952), where he is pricked by several burly Navy medics wielding ever-bigger needles until he squirts liquid in all directions and faints, made me the man I am today.

In February, after a lifetime of being ignored by a cross-armed Academy Awards committee that never gave him so much as a nomination when he was making movies, Lewis finally got an Oscar. But not for his charming films with Dean Martin or his solo classics such as The Disorderly Orderly—in which, memorably, he happily Hoovers with the appliance plugged up his own ass—but for his fund-raising for muscular dystrophy. Its a charity Oscar in every sense. Lewis is 83 and has been unwell for some time. The Hollywood gays, though, are Not Happy. They have a Hoover up their ass about Lewis. Some tried to block his Oscar because this ill old man, born in 1926, almost used the word faggot last year after hosting a 12-hour telethon. In effect, the gays are running down the street screaming Ma-a-a! Likewise, because he isn’t gay himself and because his nerdy, sissy persona has been deemed exploitative.

Lewis has been almost completely spurned by queer studies, when really he should have his own department. Certainly, though, his films should be set texts. But it was in his anarchic, early-50s TV shows with Martin that the 20-something Lewis was at his queerest and giddiest. Their heads were so close together in those tiny 50s cathode-ray tubes—gazing into each others eyes, rubbing noses, occasionally stealing kisses or licking each others neck to shrieks of scandalized pleasure from the audience. They were a prime-time study in same-sex love. And they were adored for it—literally chased down the street by crowds of screaming women and not a few men.

Their very first TV show opens with our boys arriving at a posh ball, full of Waspy straight couples being announced: Mr. and Mrs. Charles Cordney! Mr. and Mrs. Walter Christiandom! And then: Mr. Dean Martin and Mr. Jerry Lewis! The Dago and the Jew same-sex couple. Setting the tone for their series, Lewis promptly trashes the place. The Martin and Lewis partnership was queer punk rock before even rock n roll had been invented. It trashed normality right in the living rooms of 1950s America, courtesy of Colgate. No wonder they’ve almost been forgotten. They should never have existed. True, the explicitness of their pairing depended on the official innocence of the times and perhaps a nostalgia for buddydom in postwar America, which allowed the audience to enjoy the outrageous queerness of what was going on without having to think too much about it. Literally, to laugh it off. But official innocence is a mischievous comedians gift horse.

A skit depicting the (fictional) meeting of Martin and Lewis—or Ethel and Shirley, as they called each other—climaxes with them being trapped in the closet together: pushed together mouth to mouth, crotch to crotch. In another skit our boys end up sharing a bed with Burt Lancaster, playing an escaped homicidal maniac. Boy, Dean, these one-night stands are moider! says Lewis. Moider was exactly what they got away with. In a skit set in prison, Jerry’s bunk collapses on Martin below. What are you doing? asks Martin. I felt lonesome, replies Lewis.

Lewis’ on-screen queerness may have been just a phase, but what a phase! It was so unruly, so indefinable, so crazy, so ticklish, so exhilarating that gays—and probably most people today—don’t really know what to do with it. It’s a bit scary, really. But that—in addition to the fact that it’s still piss-your-pants funny—is precisely what is so great about it. [And] why I still think Jerry Lewis is at least as much fun as sodomy.

[stardustbarbarians]

I need a dad danny idc what but I need something lol

Buckle up, everyone. This is gonna be a doozy.

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"Are we there yet?" the young girl whined, her anticipation being sky high since the moment she found out exactly where they were headed.

Daniel chuckled and checked the ETA on his phone. "Almost, honey."

"Daniel, don't lie to Annalise," Sam chastised, his sunglasses catching in the light of the sun as he turned his head towards the driver.

"I'm not, Sam. We're almost there." Danny pointed to his phone, the screen showing an ETA of 5 minutes.

Sam let out a quiet "oh" before turning his torso to look at the little girl in the backseat. "Are you excited for Disney, Lise-y?"

The little girl shrieked in excitement, her hands clapping together as a smile lit up her face. It caused both adults in the car to smile, Annalise's enthusiasm contagious.

It wasn't long until they were able to find a parking spot and get into the park. The sun was hot as its rays beat down upon their skin, Daniel feeling his hair heating up already.

Annalise was in Sammy's arms, a tiara in her black curly hair that matched her Rapunzel dress. She hadn't stopped smiling since she woke up.

"Ok," Danny started, "where do we wanna go first?" His eyes landed on his daughter, already knowing the answer without having to ask.

"RAPUNZEL!!" she screamed, Sam wincing at her shrill voice right next to his ear.

The two adults locked eyes momentarily. "So, Magic Kingdom?"

Sam nodded, using his free hand to rub his ringing ear.

The three of them walked to the Magic Kingdom, Annalise holding both Sam and Daniel's hands as they both lifted her up into the air every time she would ask them to. Each time they hoisted her up she would giggle loudly, her feet kicking excitedly. Daniel would feel his heart soar each time her laugh filled his ears, a gigantic smile adorning his lips. He would glance in Sam's direction when that would happen, finding a grin just as big as his own on Sam's face.

When they finally reached the location where Princess Rapunzel was, they had to wait in line. Thankfully, the wait wasn't long. While Annalise was a beautiful and lovely child - seriously, an angel that any parent would ever dream of - her patience was not endless. However, her fussiness was worth the way she smiled when she got to hug the Rapunzel actress.

"I love you, Rapunzel!!" Annalise exclaimed as she went int for a third hug. Sam whimpered behind his phone camera, his free hand covering his heart.

"Daniel, get in there," Sam whispered, gesturing with his hand towards Annalise and the princess.

"This is her moment-"

"She's your daughter, Dan. This is your moment, too," Sam reasoned, his attention focused on pointing his phone at the little girl.

Daniel couldn't argue with that. Sam always knew how to argue to make his point.

"Well, by that logic, this is also your moment," Daniel refuted, giving Sam a look.

"Would you all like a picture?" a woman behind them asked. The two men looked at her, noticing she was in a Disney uniform.

"We would love one!" Sam answered, a blindingly bright smile on his face. He grabbed Daniel's arm and puled him towards the princess and his daughter.

Upon realizing that her fathers were joining her, Annalise clapped her hands together and made grabby hands towards Daniel. Unable to say no to her, Danny whisked her into her arms and twirled her around. Annalise laughed boisterously, her tiny arms wrapping around her father's neck.

He hadn't even realized that the photographer had said "say cheese" until after he had kissed his daughter on the cheek, the flash of the camera the thing that finally caught his attention.

"Oh, we're framing this," Sam decided as he looking into the screen of the camera the photographer was showing him. Daniel leaned over Sam's shoulder to see the tooth-rotting sight of him kissing his beaming daughter while Sam and the princess looked on with expressions that told Daniel just how melted their hearts were.

Daniel couldn't exactly argue with that. He wanted this photo on every wall in his house.

"It was lovely meeting you, Annalise! Enjoy the kingdom!" The Rapunzel actress waved goodbye at the five-year-old with a bright smile.

"Goodbye, Rapunzel!! I love you!!" Annalise waved vigorously with both hands.

As the three of them left the princess, Annalise fussed to be let down, wanting to walk. Daniel obliged, letting his daughter roam.

"Don't forget, Jake wants us to get him something from Pirates of the Caribbean while we're here," Danny reminded, turning his head towards Sam.

"We should get him Elizabeth's medallion," Sam suggested, looking Daniel in the eyes as he looped his arm through Danny's.

"Oh, he'd love that."

Daniel felt a tiny hand wrap around his free hand, looking down to see his daughter looking around the park in awe as she stuck close to her father's side. He was suddenly overwhelmed with the amount of love he felt. He couldn't ask for anything more.

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If you couldn't tell, I was inspired by the recent GVF Disney sighting.

Hope you guys enjoy!!

@t00turnttrauma @ofthecaravel

[smolwritingchick]

The Bangtan Gal Chapter 24- American Hustle Life Episode 7

Chapter Summary: Jennie brushes off the subject of her old group. Jungkook gets jealous when he finds out Jennie and V are working at an Ice Cream shop. Off screen, Jen and Namjoon eat together but are interrupted by someone Jennie has been trying to avoid

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In the morning, just like every day, BTS and Jen are awakened and put into the van, having no idea where they're going.

Jennie (Group by group, the guys left and then all that was left was V and I. So, it looks like we're a team for this mission.)

Arriving at an ice cream shop, V and Jennie were met by a friendly lady, who was waiting for them inside.

"Hi! My name is Beth, I'll be your guide today. You two will be working for me. Your aprons are in the back. Put them on, and we'll get started so I can show you the rundown of the shop."

Jennie (Hol' up. So, we're working?)

After putting on their aprons, V was jumping in excitement. "Yay, ice cream!"

"He's very jumpy, isn't he?" Beth let out a laugh.

"He's like that all the time," Jennie said with a giggle.

"First things first, we'll start with the scooping. It's a little harder than it looks with certain flavors, but you'll thank me later for the new upper arm strength." Beth explained as she effortlessly scooped up the butter pecan ice cream, placing it on a cone.

Jennie (This shouldn't be so bad. I mean, come on, who doesn't want to work at an ice cream shop? Especially on a hot day?)

V went first and easily scooped up the ice cream, placing it on a cone. But when it was Jen's turn to scoop, she found herself grunting and struggling as she slowly scooped out some of the butter pecan ice cream.

"This is harder than it looks!" She let out a nervous laugh.

Understanding her struggle, Beth reassured her, "You'll get used to it."

Jennie (This is a little embarrassing. Is my struggle on this going on the air? Gosh...)

After Beth showed them how to put ice cream in a cone, swirly style, Jen attempted first, only to make it uneven.

"You know what...this doesn't like me."

Beth giggled. "It's okay, let's try it again."

She attempted to do it again and ended up dropping the cone, surprising everyone.

Jennie (Uh...I can explain.)

Sighing loudly in annoyance, Jen cleaned up her mess while V giggled at her. "Unbelievable..." She grumbled

Jennie (This is harder than I thought.)

After five attempts, she finally managed to do a better job and moved on the learn the rest of the basics like creating an ice cream Sunday, and milkshakes, which were the easiest for Jen to create. Once they opened, V worked the cash register, taking orders, while Jennie worked the ice cream.

"Hello!" V happily greeted the customers in a cute English voice.

It was a mother and a child. V waved at the little boy, while Jennie smiled at the sight. "Can we have two chocolate ice cream cones?" The mother asked.

"Scoops? How many?"

"Oh, just one is fine."

"Coming right up!" Jennie worked the machine. "Please don't let me screw this up...please don't let me drop it~." She murmured. Thankfully getting it right, she handed the mother the cones. "Here you go! Have a great day!"

As the day went on, Jen's eyes were vibrant as she greeted each customer with V. She struggled a few times with scooping but she still tried her best and worked through it.

"V! Oh, my God! It's V!"

Hearing a group of three teen girls happily shout, V waved and tried to make small talk, before taking pictures with them.

"Can we have cherry, root beer and mango water ice?"

Making quick work to scoop up the three cups, Jennie placed them on the counter, smiling at the three ladies. But was taken aback by their high pitched shrieks.

"Jennie! Oh, my gosh, it's you!"

Feeling her face heat up by the sudden outburst, she kept the bright smile on her face. "Hello!"

"Can we take a picture with you!?"

"Yeah, sure!"

After taking a few selfies, the girls were overjoyed. "Gosh, I really miss you in Amity!"

"Yeah! But we love you even more in BTS. We'll always support your decisions."

Touched, Jennie placed a hand over her heart. "Thank you, ladies. I appreciate the love. It's true fans like you, that keep me going."

After they left, V couldn't hold in his thoughts any longer and called out her name.

"What were they talking about?" he asked.

Exhaling, she simply smiled and shrugged. "It's nothing."

Jennie (I don't want to talk about it. Every time I think about it, it just...it makes me sad...)

V (Jennie never talks about her old group. When we try to ask, she kind of brushes it aside. But I wish she would open up and tell us. It always looks like she wants to let it all out. I think it'll make her feel better. I should talk to Rap Monster, maybe he'll figure out what to do.)

When they take their break, Jennie and V sit at a table to enjoy their hard earned ice cream in a cup.

"I missed this. We always used to hang out together like this." Jennie let out a sigh.

"Yeah, but Jungkook always wants to hang with you and then Jimin tries to steal you away, hahaha."

"Well, at least we're together now, just like old times, buddy."

"Yeah, homie!" He giggled as she held his stare, disbelief shown on her face.

Did he really just say that?

The two end up laughing.

Jennie (V and I, go way back. He was the first person I met when I came to South Korea. I remember it like it was yesterday. He tried speaking to me in broken English, it was too cute, haha. He's such a kind soul, and he introduced me to the BTS members, and the rest is history. He made my experience in South Korea even better, by showing me the hot spots, and different food, it was great.)

"Hahah, remember when we were pranked to be scared? Your reaction was priceless!"

Groaning, Jennie set her head down. "Oh, my God...I don't even want to talk about that. Big Hit will never forget that day."

-----

Sitting in one of the conference rooms, Jennie watched a video on the laptop. She was told that she was going to be verified what her psychological state of mind would be.

"So...what kind of video is this?" She asked

"You'll see." 

She was told and continued to watch on. She decided to turn up the volume since it was too low and watched intently, wondering what the video was about. Suddenly, an unexpected loud scream was heard while a jump scare popped out at the screen.

"AHHHHHHHHH!"

She screamed, startled while jumping up in her seat. Her heart was racing and out of instinct, she grabbed the mouse, throwing it at the screen.

"OH SHIT!" She covered her mouth, looking at the cracked screen. She was so going to get fired. "I am SO SORRY!"

----

Bursting in giggles, V reenacted her reaction. "Please! Please don't fire me! I'll pay for the screen! I'm sorry!"

"Hush!" She playfully smacked him. "I was so upset, I offered to pay for a new screen,"

"Ah, can you believe it's been over a year since BTS has been together?"

"It's so surreal. I can't wait for more years!"

Hearing his phone ring, V answered it and put it on speaker, placing the phone on the table.

"Hello?" He greeted.

"V! It's Jin!"

"Hey, Jin!" Jennie greeted.

"Hey, Jennie! So, it's you and V working, together?"

"Uh huh. What are you doing?" V asked.

"I'm with J-Hope. We're on a yacht, right now. Eating sashimi and lobster."

"Oh really? Fancy. V and I are working at an ice cream shop. We're taking a break, eating ice cream." Jennie mentioned.

"WHAAA? I want ice cream!" Jin's loud voice was heard, making the two giggle. "J-Hope! V and Jen are eating ice cream!"

"WHAA!?" Hobi's high pitched voice was heard in the background. "I WANT ICE CREAM!"

After their shenanigans, V suggested that he call Jimin and dial his number, placing the phone on his ear. Hearing him answer, V shouted, "Jimin! What are you doing?"

"Ah! Why so loud?" He grumbled.

"Hehehe, sorry."

"I'm with Jungkook. We're cleaning planes."

"Guess where I am?"

"Where?"

"Eating ice cream with Jennie~." He teased.

"AHHHHHHHHHH!" His loud scream of frustration was heard. Jimin turned to Jungkook who sat next to him. "V is with Jennie. They're eating ice cream together."

A frown came across Jungkook's face as he looked disappointed. "Awe...now I'm mad. I wanted to eat ice cream with Jennie..."

"Me, too! Lucky V!"

------

Off screen with Jungkook and Jimin, they continue to chill on the couch, taking a break from work.

Still upset, Jungkook grumbled, "How come he gets to eat ice cream with her? I wanted to eat ice cream with her...no fair."

With a sly smile, Jimin nudged him. "Hehehe, you're so annoyed. Is someone jealous~?"

Snapping his head to him, Jungkook widened her eyes, immediately shouting, "No!"

Grinning sheepishly, Jimin continued to tease him. "Are you sure~?"

"I'm not jealous!"

"Mm hm...Whatever you say Jungkookie~"

"Hyung!"

"What a nice date Jen and V are on, right now. Maybe they'll share their first kiss!"

"HYUNG!"

"Hahahaha!"

------

After work was over, they met up with Nate and Tony to discuss what they did for their jobs.

"Our team went to the Landing Field for airplanes. They let us ride the helicopter." Jimin explained while Rap Monster talked about working with Suga at the hotel and eating.

"V and I worked at an ice cream shop. My arms, feel stronger from scooping up all that ice cream." Jen announced.

"The ice cream was very refreshing." V added.

"I'm sure it was~. Thanks for rubbing it in!" Jimin teased.

"So imma think you guys made some money?" Tony asked

For Rap Monster and Suga, they made $550 dollars. J-Hope and Jin made $450 dollars. V and Jen made 460, while Jungkook and Jimin made 500 dollars. Rap Monster and Suga get first place. When Tony and Nate are asked about what the money will be used for, they found out they were going to buy some food and take the food to the less fortunate down Skid Row.

Jennie (Skid Row...donating to the less fortunate. Doing stuff like that, just makes me grateful for what I have because you never know what tomorrow may bring. I'm looking forward to helping those in need.)

Jin (When I heard that the money that we made was going to Skid Row, at first, I was taken back, a little. After we were told that we were going there, I heard, afterwards, that it's a dangerous place. I couldn't understand why we had to go there.)

"So, BTS! You guys are very fortunate. You have a million of fans. A lot of times in the hip hop community, artists and big name celebrities take what they make and give it back to people that aren't as fortunate." Nate explains.

Suga (There were a lot of times that I really wanted to donate and help but my heart seems to always come before my actions but now that I was able to take action. I thought that it was a really meaningful thing to do.)

Rap Monster (To them, it's give them back. Show them love, showing them love. It seems like they express themselves through these expressions. And so, I thought to myself, 'Ah, I can actually do something!')

'LA's ghetto area, Skid Row! Within a stunning city, this is a place shows the dark side to it.'

'In America, this is the area that has the largest homeless population'

'For your hip hop focus, you guys will share the food with them yourselves and spend a meaningful time, allowing you to reflect upon yourselves as well.'

Buying hamburgers and drinks, they make their way to Skid Row. Jennie looked out the window, to see all the people on the sidewalk as her heart dropped. It was saddening to look at. Meanwhile, the guys looked on, surprised at how the atmosphere changed so quickly as they pass by various tents.

Jennie (It's heartbreaking. Especially seeing kids, out there.)

Jen went on to approach several homeless people, hearing their words of wisdom.

"Never forget where you came from. Never forget that. I don't care how rich you get, how poor you get; But you can be poor one day and rich the next day, you be back. Life's a bit of balance. Sometimes you might think that people don't appreciate but a lot of them actually do. You got a strong mouth, whatever your goal is, just keep at it. And you'll get it." One of the men told them.

Deciding to go on her own, Jennie approached a teen girl. Her hair was in a messy bun as she leaned against the wall, on the floor. Kneeling in front of her, she handed her two burgers and a drink. "Hi. Here you go."

Looking up to see who was talking to her, the girl smiled softly and accepted what she was given. "Thanks..."

"What's your name? I'm Jennie."

"Jazmine."

"How old are you?"

"15."

"I'm 16."

"What do you do?"

"I perform."

"I like to draw. My parents always tell me I have a talent for it."

Jennie nodded and looked around in her bag. "It's not much but here's a pen and a notepad. Don't give up on your passion for drawing."

"Thank you." She happily accepted it.

"Oh, and I wanted to also give you something." Jennie unhooked her necklace and handed it to her. It was a small silver necklace that had the word strength on it.

"You're giving me jewelry? Aren't you afraid I might sell it to get money for drugs or something?"

"No, because I know you won't do that. Unlike some other people in this world, I refuse to judge a book by its cover. Just because you are in the state you are in, doesn't mean you're a bad person, or do bad things. I'm giving you this necklace so you can remember to not give up. Don't give up on your dreams. If you want to draw, go for it. The pain, the suffering, it's only temporary." She grabbed her hand. "You will get through this. Push through. Stay positive. I'll be praying for you."

"Thank you...what is your name, again?"

"Jennifer. Jennifer Walker."

The girl nodded. "I'll remember that name...Thank you. I will push through. Can we pray?"

"Of course."

Jennie (I wish nothing for the best for this girl. I hope she and her family get out of this. I hope everyone gets out, of all of this. It makes me appreciate what I have. And it motivates me to help people as best as I can. Even if it's just the smallest gesture.)

'While they're meeting a lot of people, BTS is feeling an enlightenment within themselves.'

"We all know how important giving back is now, right?" Rap Monster asked the guys and they responded to him.

"Thank you, guys, y'all did a really good job." Tony praised.

"Y'all did a really good thing, you know, coming here, today and giving back to the less fortunate, ya know what I mean? I thank y'all for also being strong and brave enough to be here." Nate added.

"Y'know, a lot of people sometimes forget about people like this. You guys remember them today, even though a lot of people said thank you, a lot of people maybe didn't say thank you, everyone really, really appreciated it."

They all put their hands in the middle and throw their arms out in the air, announcing BTS!

'Once again after feeling a lot of things, BTS is going home'

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The next day, offscreen, Jennie and Namjoon decided to head out for breakfast. Namjoon offered to take her out, so they could talk about the album and how she's managing with the songs.

"Gosh, you have no idea how excited I am, about this new album! It's our best, yet. I'm sure everyone will enjoy it." She beamed.

Smiling at her enthusiasm, showing off his dimples, he nodded. "Me, too. What's your favorite song?"

"War of Hormone, for sure! I'm anxious to perform it."

"Don't worry, you'll fuck it up, I know you will."

"Oh, stop gassing me up." She let out a laugh.

"I'm serious! Your stage presence is improving, too. Continue strutting your stuff while we go crazy around you in the dance."

"Ah, it's my first time doing a bit of a sexy concept. I just hope it looks natural and catches the audience's interest."

"It-"

"WELL! WELL!" A loud, obnoxious voice is heard.

Turning their heads to the sudden voice, Jennie's stomach dropped when she saw who the voice belonged to. Clenching her jaw, she prayed that her emotions would be in check.

Just why?

Why now?

Of all people, of all days.

But despite the pent up frustration, she knew something like this was going to happen. It was what she feared and pondered what she would do if this day came. And it looked like the day came sooner than she expected.

The female sat next to Namjoon, ignoring him while staring right at Jennie. Eyes cold, filled with disgust and mockery. Shaking her head at her insolence, Jennie remained silent as she held her stare. 

'Don't jump over the table and grab her...don't hit her...don't make a scene...don't get filmed and put on World Star...and do not do anything to ruin your reputation with BTS. It's not right and it won't be unfair to them. That's all you gotta do and you'll be fine, Jennie...' She tried to calm herself down.

"Well, isn't this a pleasant surprise~. Who knew, I would run into the quitter? Long time, no see, quitter!"

Irked by the disrespectful nickname, Jennie remained calm on the outside. Meanwhile, Namjoon was dumbfounded but could feel the tension between the two. It was clear to him that Jennie knew this person. Very well.

Turning to the girl, he asked in English, "Can we help you?"

"Yes, yes you can. I want a little one on one time, with Miss Quitter. So, what you can do is shut up, run along and take your ass somewhere else, thank you, very much."

Slamming her fist on the table, causing everything to shake and rattle, Jennie's body began to feel hot. Eyebrows pulled down together, in irritation, she shot her a dirty look. The sudden loud sound of the ruckus led to Namjoon staring at her, in surprise. It was clear that she was livid, but he could see a hint of sadness in her eyes.

"Okay, first of all, don't come up in here and talk to him like that. Ever." Jennie said with a growl. "Who the hell do you think you are? Are you for real, right now? Did the hair dye seep into your brain, to make you think you can just talk to anyone, the way you want to? Show some respect, you ignorant ass bitch."

Gasping in amusement, the girl let out a laugh. "So mad...you're gonna cause a scene, quitter." She then turned to Namjoon. "So, are you going to leave?"

"Nah, I'm going to stay. Whatever business you have with her, I want to know." He retorted.

"Yes, stay, don't leave," Jennie told him and turned back to the girl. "I don't appreciate you talking to my leader, like that. That was disrespectful. Apologize."

"Oh? Your leader?"

"Yes, I'm her leader. And you are?" He asked.

"She didn't tell you?" The girl gasped dramatically, placing a hand over her heart. "I'm offended, quitter. I thought you had the decency to tell your little boys who made you into the performer you are today. If it wasn't for me and my father, the Vice President, might I add, you wouldn't be anything. Even in Amity. So, since you don't know me, allow me to grace you with my presence. I'm Hailey. Her old and best leader, that she's ever going to have. So, is quitter giving you a hard time?"

Jennie couldn't help but just stare at her like she had some screws loose. Best leader? Grace you with her presence? Fame really got to her, and it was sad. 

Getting irritated himself, Namjoon retorted, "For the record, she has a name. And no, Jennifer hasn't given me a hard time."

"Oh really?" Hailey shifted her attention back to Jennie. "How much did you pay him, to say that?"

Shaking her knees out of anger, Jennie remained silent, glaring right at her. She just wanted to leave. She didn't want to be here, she wanted to go back to the dorm and forget about this.

"Let's get one thing straight, she didn't pay me to say anything."

"Well, if she isn't giving you a hard time, it looks like you don't know her like I do," Hailey replied in a flat tone.

"I don't think you know her."

Exhaling sharply, Jennie turned to Namjoon with pleading eyes. "Let's just go. I don't want to entertain this." She stood up with him, making their way to the exit.

Letting out a short laugh, Hailey called her out. "You've changed! You're trying to act all big and tough, but you didn't act like that when you quit."

Fed up, Jennie marched right up to her, hissing, "I didn't quit!"

Standing up, Hailey got in her face. "Then what did you do?" She tilted her head with a smile.

'Don't hit her. Do not hit her, Jennie. It's not worth it.' She thought. She wanted to wipe that stupid smile off her face. But she managed to restrain herself. "The contract was up. It was best for me to leave."

"Jennifer," Namjoon called in a serious tone, grabbing her back by holding her hand. "Don't do anything you'll regret. She's not worth it. Let's leave, just like you wanted."

"No, by all means, let her do what she was intending to do. Were you going to hit me? You're getting so angry, is it because what I'm saying is true?" Hailey asked.

Namjoon watched as Jennie's patience was wearing thin.

So, this was the leader of her old group. As soon as they head back to the dorm, he'll be asking her what really happened. And he was going to get an explanation. A long explanation. The entire story from day one. No more beating around the bush. He could see something was bothering her.

"You quit and flew to another country and got yourself a spot in BTS. I've heard of BTS. I survived listening to your generic music. Amity is way better." Hailey bragged.

Letting out an amused laugh, Jennie snorted. "Clearly, you're deaf..."

"Um, hello? Have you heard our music? And the awards we've been getting for them? All without you."

"Congratulations. I'm happy for Amity and the group's success, with and without me."

"Don't you regret it? Regret leaving? You could've been big and even gotten that solo you wanted."

"No, I wouldn't. It would've been the same. Nothing would have changed. I'm happy where I'm at now."

"The only reason you quit is because you couldn't handle Amity. Now what makes you think you'll handle stupid K-Pop?" Hailey spat, hitting a nerve in the both of them.

Jen's and Namjoon's ears twitched at her statement.

He slowly turned his head to face her, with Jennie. What she just said, added fuel to the fire.

"K-Pop is not stupid."

"Could have fooled me," Hailey shrugged.

Jennie looked at her surroundings. Thankfully the three of them were in a secluded, VIP room of the restaurant, so no one was watching. 

Namjoon looked on. He wanted to intervene because it looked like Jen was about to lash out, but decided to look on, staying out of her way. Looking at the door were two of Hailey's security guards, blocking the entrance so no fans or paparazzi could intervene. She wanted to speak to Jennie privately and without any press.

"Okay, first of all, K-Pop is NOT stupid, it's stupendous. It's a blessing and I am proud to say that I'm a part of it. It's inspiring, it's addicting to listen to, it's fascinating. You just can't accept the fact that K-Pop is here to stay and it's getting popular year by year. Wonder Girls, Girl's Generation, Big Bang, Shinhwa, IU, SHINee, 2NE1, the list can go on and on. I guarantee you that Korean Music will continue to grow internationally. And BTS will prove that. Just you watch."

Continuing her rant, Jen demanded sternly, "Don't you ever tell me that you made me. You didn't do shit. You never helped me with my music like Namjoon has done. You never helped me with my stage presence or dancing like BTS has done. You never did anything. And you call yourself a leader? What kind of leader doesn't help her members grow and set a good example? To be someone they look up to? Namjoon does that. I did not quit. I left because that was best for me. I worked my ass off to get where I am today. To get that spot in BTS, I didn't pay anyone, I didn't do anything to sweet talk someone, I had no connections, and I had to work just as hard as the other girls trying to get the spot as the Bangtan Girl. I'll admit I get exhausted, especially with the dance practices, but I'm happy because I'm doing way more than what I was doing in Amity. You know it, I know it, the fans know it, and so do the members. Don't come up in here, and tell me that I can't handle it because my work ethic inBig Hit Entertainment is stronger than ever."

Hailey crossed her arms and glared at her, unamused and bothered at how Jennie was standing up for herself.

Not holding back, Jennie continued her rant passionately, "I got a lot to learn in this industry. It's not every day you see an American in a K-Pop group. People have high expectations, thinking if you can speak Korean and know the culture. If you can really live up to being a part of a K-pop group. I had my doubts, but BTS guided me through it all. I need to work on a lot of things, I know. My singing, my dancing, I want to rap, I want to perfect my guitar skills, I want to do a lot of things as a performer. And Big Hit Entertainment is giving me those opportunities. Do you know why? Because they care and they believe I can do it. I don't like when people want things to be a competition. I want to grow with everyone. Not see who's better than everyone else. That's your mindset, not mine. I have my weaknesses and BTS helps me with them, so they can become my strengths. And what have you done?" she gestured, looking at her up and down.

"Belittled me and told me I couldn't do it. I almost believed you when I was younger, but now, if you ever say something smart to me, again, I will not hesitate to set you straight. Touch me, and you will catch these hands. Try me. I am not the one. I am not the one you're going to talk down, to better yourself. That ends today."

Amused, Hailey decided to push her buttons by getting in her face and pointing at her. "Oh, you really think you're high and mighty, now?"

"I never said that and that wasn't my intention, don't assume stuff. And I'm going to need you to get out of my face and stop putting fingers in my face, right now."

"Or what?" She pestered on.

Exhaling shakily, Jen looked up at the ceiling, clasping her hands together. "Hailey, get out of my face."

"What are you going to do?"

"Get out of my face!" Jen said in a louder voice.

"What are you going to do, if I don't?" She mocked.

With her voice going down an octave, Jen retorted, "You have five...seconds..." 

Giggling at her anger, she put her arms up in defense and backed away, sitting back down in her seat. "It's funny seeing you mad. Let's be civil, shall we?"

Glancing at Namjoon, Jennie decided to sit back in her seat, fuming as she shot her another scowl. Tears of anger and frustration were starting to appear in her eyes. She hated how much she got a reaction out of her. Jen wanted to be the bigger person, but all that went out the window.

"You're really pathetic." she heard Hailey say.

"Am I?" Jen bluntly replied, feeling the urge to smack her.

"And despite how happy you are in your little K-Pop charade, you're really selfish for leaving."

Raising a brow, Jennie asked, "How so?"

"You gave up on Amity."

"You know what? If that's what you want to believe, then okay. I'm not going to argue with you. All this frustration you have for me, I wish that you would drop it." Jennie looked at her with sad eyes as she attempted to calm herself down. "Jealousy gets you nowhere. And it's sad that you would let that control you. Ruin a friendship. We were great pals. And ever since you got more fame, it's been starting to change and control you."

Scoffing, Hailey rolled her eyes. "Don't make me laugh. I was never jealous."

"So...who was the one that talked to your father and the rest to get me to stop dancing, hard? Namjoon declares himself as being a part of the 'can't dance line' but I don't see him ordering Hobi to not dance his best when he's one of the most talented dancers in the group." She countered. "You guys seem to be doing better without me, right? What was I supposed to do if I stayed? Get bossed around? I wasn't doing anything. I wasn't even being included like I used to. How do you think that made me feel?"

"Don't guilt trip me. That's not going to work."

"That's not my intention. I'm telling you how I felt. You know what, I'm glad you approached me today. You just motivated me to work even harder and to become a great performer. So, I hope the next time we run into each other, I'll be a better performer than I am today, and prove to you, that I can do it. It's sad that people don't want others to succeed, but I hope when I see you again, you'll have a bitter taste in your mouth, watching BTS thrive."

Letting out a dry laugh, Hailey decided to do the unthinkable and toss a glass of orange juice, directly in her face. A loud gasp escaped Jen's lips as her eyes were shut, mouth open in disbelief at what just happened.

Did she just throw a drink?

A drink.

Orange juice.

In her face?

"Hey! What was that?" Jen could hear Namjoon shout and Hailey's laugh. Jen opened her eyes, hair and clothes drenched.

All she could see now was red as she blacked out. Standing up abruptly, Jen leaned across the table to grab her but Hailey managed to jump out of her seat, escaping her hands. 

When she saw, Jennie getting out of her seat to run after her, Hailey ran behind one of her security guards while the other security guard restrained her.

"Now you want to run and hide!" Jen wiped her face, once she was released, with her path blocked by the guard. "Don't throw a drink at me and just run!"

"Well, it looks like I just did~." She heard her mocking voice.

"Get back over here! I'm not done with you! Now you just pissed me off!"

"I'll think about it...well, it was nice seeing you, quitter, but I have people to see. I'm looking forward to running into you, again." Hailey waved and left with the guards.

Sighing loudly, Jennie paced around. "I'm about to go after her-"

"No, not today. Another day." Namjoon grabbed her back by the waist, trying to calm her down.

"No! She just threw a fucking drink in my face, that's not okay!" She shouted at him.

Knowing that her shouting wasn't intended for him, he remained calm and tried to dry her off with one of the cloths. 

"I know it isn't but I need you to breathe and use your head. I know what she did was dirty and uncalled for, and I know how much you want to kick her ass but look at your surroundings. We're in public."

"Oh? Well, she certainly didn't mind throwing a drink in friggin' public, that bitch...what did she think this is? A love and hip hop episode?" She shook her head and kicked a nearby chair.

It surprised Namjoon how sweet Jennie could become so scary when irate. He made a mental note to never get on her bad side, and only pondered how she would act if they weren't in public and if she did have a physical altercation with Hailey. Part of him thought he should've just let her go after her to fight, but another part of him thought it wasn't worth it since they were in public.

One thing's for sure, this wasn't over. Not by a long shot. Hailey better watch her back.

Exhaling, she turned back to Namjoon, feeling bad for her actions. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you had to see that. And to see me so mad. I never wanted to act like that in front of you or the guys."

"Jen, I'm not judging you, we all get pissed off."

"I kind of lost my appetite. I'm just ready to go back to the dorm and take a shower."

"Me too. I'll pay the bill then we can go."

[mithrilhearts]

If you’re wanting some MM prompts…I’ve got the best one 👀

“Which one do I hit?!”

Little drabbles with less than 1k words is my goal for these March Madness prompts, and that's hard to do for me! 😂😂😂 So, small snapshots of scenes from various AUs, and this one is from one you can appreciate. (Bookbinder//Songwriter, huehuehuehue)

Each day was different. A routine had been set and while sometimes that routine needed to be jostled around and tweaked for the unexpected, Bilbo was excited for it. For instance, every Sunday evening was dedicated to cooking together (but more importantly, teaching Thorin how to cook anything at all without burning the place to the ground) and enjoying a movie or catching up on shows. Mondays and Wednesdays were dedicated to band practice, and sometimes Fridays and Saturdays for gigs, and then you had Tuesday for Bilbo’s newfound book club–which Thorin insisted on attending. So that left Thursdays for a little them time.

Or ‘Game Night’ as Bilbo had offered up.

Now, going into the idea of ‘game night’, it didn't revolve around sports, but actual games, whether of the board variety or electronic. Sometimes they had guests over for cards or board games, whether it was Dis and the boys, or some of Thorin’s bandmates. But sometimes it was nice to keep things quiet for just the two of them, and if Thorin or Bilbo were feeling particularly impish…well, playing with one another made something of a game…didn’t it?

Today’s idea of game night had been simple. They’d ordered takeout, plopped onto the sofa, and well, in Bilbo’s case, he was currently watching Thorin struggle with a controller in his hands. The poor guy was hunched over, his fingers moving along the buttons and joysticks with no real idea of what he was doing, and the way his face was scrunched up nearly had Bilbo in a fit of tears.

“Which one do I hit!?” Thorin barked, annoyed from here to kingdom come.

“The one that’s hitting you!” Bilbo shouted with a laugh infiltrating his voice as he pointed to the screen where poor Thorin’s character was being massacred by a giant, a bear, and some lone soldiers along a cobblestone road. “This is why you don’t aggro everything you see–”

“They aggroed me first!”

The sound of a growl from the television had Thorin shrieking, and as Bilbo’s eyes caught a glimpse of the agitation, as well as the panic settling in, his lips kept twitching in amusement. Right until that sound he had heard tonight time and time again rang from the television. There went Thorin’s character sailing into the sky after having been launched by a giant’s club like a very epic game of golf.

Luckily, Bilbo was quick to jut his hands out to clasp over Thorin’s before an expensive controller could be thrown. “Let’s…not do that.”

“I hate this fucking game. I’m no good at it!” Thorin lamented as he let Bilbo take the game controller from him before slouching into the sofa in as dramatic of a display as ever. His hands rubbed at his eyes and an annoyed groan escaped his lips. “When you suggested game night, I thought you meant something like…checkers.”

“Wow, and they say I’m the boring one,” Bilbo sighed with a roll of his eyes. “Just give it some time, you’ll get the hang of it if you really want to.” All it took was practice, just like everything else in life. “If you can learn to play the guitar as well as you do, you can learn to play a few video games, and not suck, I promise.” Leaning back and against Thorin’s side, nuzzling up beneath the dramatic musician’s chin, Bilbo gently plopped that controller onto his boyfriend’s stomach before glancing upward to catch a bit of Thorin out of the corners of his eyes. “We can play a different game? One with less shouting, both in game and on the sofa?”

“No, no, I’m going to get it,” Thorin huffed, partially annoyed, but some of that moodiness about him had been quelled by the close snuggling that came his way. “When do I get to fight a dragon?”

“After you learn basic controls, and stop poking giants…and bears…and random NPCs–” Poked right in the belly, Bilbo gave an involuntary squeak before his eyes flashed somewhat dangerously at Thorin’s cheeky face. “On second thought, go poke all of them and leave me out of this.”

It was Bilbo’s annoyed little sigh that truly sent Thorin chuckling. Sometimes it was easier to tease than to be teased, wasn’t it? Cocking an eyebrow at the glare he was still receiving, he had determined then and there to give this game night thing another try, even if it meant being launched into the virtual sky by an angry giant. “When we’re done here tonight, I’m going to be the greatest Dragonborn to ever live.” After all, who didn’t love the idea of becoming a world-famous dragon slayer? Even if that reality was saved for the virtual world.

“You are very good at shouting.”

“Only when I’m with you, of course,” Thorin teased, a rise and fall of his brows before being smacked in the chest as another exasperated sigh left his boyfriend at the implication, but if he wasn’t mistaken, the corners of Bilbo’s lips were turned upward. Not that he had ever been truly annoyed. “Alright–” sitting forward, shoving another forkful of food into his mouth, Thorin returned to his hunched over state of concentration, “–now, walk me through this again?”

With a little patience (on both of their parts) and determination, game night would become a success. No checkers necessary!

[aprillikesthings]

I have scrubbed a bathroom floor. Saer is making apple pie?!

TIME FOR MOAR SHE RA

s4 ep2 The Valley of the Lost

Edit: this one has more Adult References than usual 😬 oops

okay so the problem with reading (...and rereading) That One Adora/Huntara Fic is that now EVERY TIME I see Huntara I'm just doing the Sickos meme again (link leads to my jokey post about the fic not the fic itself side note)

Especially in this room!!!

I'm literally like "ehehehe they fucked on that table"

ANYWAY

plot plot Glimmer's gonna send them to the Crimson Waste to get Mara's old ship and fix it up so they have a space ship

I have a problem

I will attempt to stop thinking about them banging every time they're on screen together

I didn't mean to get a shot of her cross-eyed but I'm not mad about it

Perfuma's frustration about cacti is relatable

WELP

of course it turns out there's a whole fuckin' city

🎵I know who that is🎶

there she is, my bb, being all mean and shit *sigh*

LOLOL

obviously I can't make it show up in a screenshot but Catra's eye fucking twitching is HILARIOUS

Okay so they ship shift into Catra, and Catra shrieks and backs away, and it makes me think of that old joke about "would you fuck your clone" and (at least as of right now in the plot) Catra's answer would definitely be "no, because my self-loathing is just that strong"

plot plot Huntara's old friend got paid off by the Horde and now She-Ra and Friends are trying to fight off/run away from Horde soldiers

But also:

aaahahaha she's just like "stop making me look at myself omg"

I love Double Trouble

poor Glimmer has the worst FOMO

Today in "getting the exact moment Catra or Adora realizes the other one is there" ehehehehe

the girls are fighting!!!

go Perfuma go!!

meanwhile:

(tbh this is just really well framed)

I had to slow it down to get this shot bc lolol look at it

wait this one too AHAHAHAH

how's that joke go? "you can bowl a cat"

(from this post)

y'know we don't often get to see Adora literally taunting Catra like this

it's too fucking cute i can't

omg

OH RIGHT I forgot that was actually Double Trouble pretending to be Catra at ....some point during the fight scene. possibly the whole thing. I will still treasure those screenshots tho okay

BUT YEAH the rebellion has Mara's ship, and the Horde has Double Trouble the shapeshifter, dun dun DUNNNNN

Also the apple pie smells so good!!!

[whats-wild-to-you]

Abandoned (Jay Park AU)

- Unexpected Alliances - 

An unfamiliar sense of pride came over Sophia as she approached the people lined up on each side of the entrance. Some of them were awestruck. When she and Jay passed by them, they bowed their heads, mumbling incoherently.

Inside, Jay led her down a corridor until they stopped in front of a heavy wooden door.

“Don’t be nervous, okay?”

Sophia nodded, and Jay opened the door to a spacious conference room with a big mahogany table and a giant flat screen on the wall.

Three men stood by the door, and bowed when Jay and Sophia entered. Sophia assumed they must have been the captains Jay had mentioned earlier. They all looked frightening. One in particular was eyeing her curiously, while the other two stared at her suspiciously.

Jay introduced them one by one and Sophia nodded, trying to remember their names.

“This is Choi Minsoo, he’s handling domestic affairs and purchases.”

The man nodded but made no move to acknowledge her presence any further.

“Then we have Lim Dohyun. He is responsible for international affairs and purchases.”

The second man nodded too but looked otherwise indifferent.

“And finally, Kang Nam-Gil. He handles trade.”

Kang Nam-Gil took a step forward and shook Sophia’s hand. She fought the urge to dodge him and forced herself to a small smile.

“If you’re not too busy I’d love to talk to you later. Your father was very near and dear to my heart.”

Sophia nodded, expecting Jay to chime in and save her from having to spend time alone with this man. But Jay remained silent.

“Of course.”

Sophia said eventually, realizing that the dynamics shifted every time they were together. She made a mental note to ask Jay about this, but didn’t expect Jay to give her a sufficient answer.

“Are there any news on the purchase in Busan?”

Jay’s voice suddenly broke the silence. He sounded different from when he spoke with Sophia. Assertive. Commanding. Powerful. Choi Minsoo nodded, informing him that their men in Busan were able to solve their differences with the proprietor and proceeded with the purchase. Sophia listened intently, asking herself if voilence played a part in these negotiations. Judging by the men’s faces, and those she encountered outside, they looked like they didn’t shy away from using their fists to get their way.

“Good. Anything else?”

“I thought it’d be a nice idea to have dinner later. It’s been a while since all of us had dinner together. And it would be a good opportunity to introduce Miss Sophia to the family.”

Although Kang Nam-Gil directed his words at Jay, his eerie gaze rested on Sophia. Jay cleared his throat, upon which the man looked down and took a step back.

“We can do that. In the meantime I’ll be showing Sophia around.”

Kang Nam-Gil asked to join and Jay nodded absentmindedly. Sophia was less enthused by the fact that the creepy man would join them.

The house tour led them down to the parts of the mansion she didn’t get to see when she had spent a night here previously. Jay kept explaining what the rooms were used for, adding that Jinyoung was very strict about separating work and fun.

“In the basement there’s a pool table, and other ways to relax and spend some free time. This floor is for business only.”

Suddenly Jay’s phone rang and Sophia turned to him, a frightened expression adorning her face.

“Shit. I have to go.”

“Now?”

Sophia shrieked, drawing attention to herself.

“What about dinner?”

“I’ll be back for dinner.”

“Don’t worry Boss, I’ll keep Miss Sophia company.”

A cold shower ran down Sophia’s back when she heard Kang Nam-Gil’s words. She stared at Jay trying to silently communicate with him, let him know that she was uncomfortable and that he shouldn’t leave her behind. But Jay either didn’t catch her message or he simply didn’t care. Either way, Sophia soon was alone with Kang Nam-Gil, who kept staring at her. He looked like he wanted to say something, but held himself back. Then Sophia saw Choi Minsoo and Lim Dohyun in the distance. 

“Where’s the Boss?” 

Choi Minsoo said, looking an Kang Nam-Gil sternly. It became clear to Sophia that although all of the men were captains, they didn’t have the same status. It looked like Kang Nam-Gil flinched when Choi Minsoo spoke, and left as per Choi’s instructions to check on dinner. Sophia didn’t know whether to be thankful or wary. Now she wasn’t surrounded by one but two strangers.

“Are you okay?”

Lim Dohyun spoke softly and Sophia thought she misheard him. The man’s attitude changed in front of her eyes. Him and Choi Minsoo chuckled when they studied Sophia’s scared face. 

“Kang Nam-Gil is a sleazebag. Stay far away from him.”

“I don’t understand.”

Although Sophia was referring to the two men’s sudden change in character, Choi Minsoo took it as a sign to air his grievances about Kang Nam-Gil.

“He was a member of a rival family, but they abandoned him. Normally that meant that, you know, he needed to be eliminated. But Jinyoung took pity in him and he was given a second chance here. Jinyoung kept a close eye on him though and all of us reported any funny behavior back to him.”

“I guess Jay, I mean Jaebeom, isn’t that suspicious of him.”

“Oh, he is. But he knew we’d have his back so he figured it was okay for him to leave.”

Sophia chuckled. Here she thought Choi and Lim hated her guts and Kang was the friendly face when in reality it was the other way round.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it. Usually the ones who look like they’d leave you in a ditch to die are the ones who would also have your back.”

“It’s true. The minute you see someone sucking up to you, run! They mean trouble.” 

Lim added nonchalantly and together they made their way to the dining hall.

Sophia gasped when she entered the dining hall. Initially she expected something like a cafeteria but this was the complete opposite. There were framed pictures hanging on the walls, high ceilings and luxurious looking chandeliers. A long, custom-made table to accommodate the entire family, stood in the middle of the room.

Everyone was involved in some kind of conversation but when they noticed Sophia, the whole room went quiet.

“Why are you behaving like this? You’re making Miss Sophia uncomfortable.”

Lee Jun-Seo joked and got up off his seat, walking towards Sophia who was visibly relieved to see a familiar face.

“Where’s Jay? Is he still not here?”

“Relax. He’ll be back soon!”

Jun-Seo guided Sophia to the head of the table. He pulled the chair to Jay’s left back and Sophia thanked him, keeping her head down as she took a seat. Jun-Seo sat down to Jay’s right, followed by Choi, Lim and Kang.

Shortly after Jay entered the dining hall, with everyone rushing to their feet.

“Sit! Sit.”

He sat down at the head of the table and Sophia’s gaze fell upon the bandage wrapped around his hand. Jun-Seo caught her staring and slowly shook his head, warning her to not bring it up. Everyone resumed their conversation but the hall grew silent again when the servers brought out the food.

It was a feast. It reminded her of a big family’s Thanksgiving dinner and she smiled softly. For a quick moment she was able to forget who these people were and the horrendous things they probably did for a living.

After dinner some excused themselves, stating work, and bowed to Jay before leaving the room.

The rest had dessert and coffee and engaged in more conversations. Luckily, for Sophia, they didn’t always revolve around work. Lim, for example, who, as Sophia found out was the youngest captain with 28 years, managed to score a date with the girl he had been liking for a while. The men around him laughed out loud but congratulated him. Sophia stared at Jun-Seo, to which he frowned at her.

“What’s wrong?”

All eyes were suddenly on her. It made her feel very insecure.

“I bet Miss Sophia is just overwhelmed. It’s okay, you can be part of the conversation too!”

Sophia was grateful that Choi understood her silent plea to be included in their conversation when both Jay and Jun-Seo failed to recognize that, and smiled brightly at the young man.

“I was just wondering about something, but it’s probably insensitive to bring it up.”

“No, please. It’s okay, ask!”

Sophia looked at Jun-Seo first, then at Jay. When neither of the men protested, she cleared her throat and posed her question as careful as she could.

“I thought it was weird that the guys laughed at Lim Dohyun for having a date. I mean, isn’t that natural?”

Sophia heard Jay sigh next to her, but thanks to Choi answering at the same time no one else did.

“Not for us. People my age in my old neighborhood or even cousins, they all date, some are in relationships, other are getting married. Stuff we here can only dream about. Although it’s not everyone’s dream to have that. Some are fine with their current life. Imagine having to explain to your date what you do for a living.”

Sophia chuckled when several young men nodded their heads in agreement.

“Jinyoung always encouraged us to try it out though. Relationships, I mean. He helped everyone who fell in love leave this life behind, settle down somewhere and start fresh.”

Jun-Seo chimed in, reminiscing, making the young man listen to the old stories, their heads propped up on their hands.

“When was the last time this happened, huh?”

Jay said soberly, prompting Choi and Lim to roll their eyes.

“February 26th, 2017. Han Tae-Hyun.”

Lim Dohyun blurted out like he was in school, directing his next words at Sophia.

“I took his place when he left. He met his wife through his sister and wanted to get married. So he went to Jinyoung hyungnim and asked him to let him go. Hyungnim almost said no, because Han was very good at his job but then he saw how much Han wanted to just live a normal life and let him go, gave him money and even bought him a house on Jeju island.”

“Wow!”

“Yeah, Jinyoung had a big heart and was a sucker for love stories. He also believed in sharing the wealth and didn’t shy away from giving his people money whenever he thought they were in need.”

Jun-Seo concluded, giving Jay a loaded look.

Sophia understood then that Jay had indeed pretty big shoes to fill, and empathised with him even more.

Silence fell upon the table again, with Jay grabbing the opportunity to lead Sophia away from the people. Everyone bid their goodnights, adding that they hoped to see her again soon.

“Whatever you’re dying to ask, don’t!”

Jay said as soon as he closed the door behind him. He had led her to his private office. The one he occupied when Jinyoung was still alive. For some reason he felt uncomfortable moving into Jinyoung’s office.

“The men seem nice. Well, most of them.”

“Sorry for leaving you alone with Kang earlier, but I had to check something.”

“I know. I figured.”

He nodded at Sophia, relieved that he didn’t have to further explain his actions.

“So, if I can’t ask about that, can I at least ask about your hand?”

Jay looked at her sternly, as if to say Sophia should let this one go too.

“I can take a look at it. Judging from the bandage, whoever patched you up had no idea what they were doing. But I am a professional.”

Sighing, he removed the bandage and stuck his hand towards Sophia.

“I put the bandage on myself.”

Sophia nodded, but refrained from any further comment.

“How did it happen?”

Jay gave her the side eye, indicating that he didn’t plan to disclose that information either.

“It’s important to know how you hurt your hand, I don’t have x-ray vision.”

“My fist collided with a person’s jaw.”

Sophia swore she saw something like shame in Jay’s features as he said this, but in the end convinced herself that there was nothing there.

“I thought the Big Boss doesn’t get his hands dirty.”

She spoke softly and cautiously, careful as to not step on Jay’s toes. But what Jay did next, Sophia couldn’t foresee in a million years. He laughed. Wholeheartedly, until tears formed in his eyes.

“Thanks for the laugh. And for this.”

He held his bandaged hand in the air, and checked the corridor before turning around to Sophia.

“I need to talk to someone real quick. Stay here. I’ll come pick you up and drive you home soon.”

Sophia nodded and sat down in his swivel chair. A few minutes later there was a knock on the door. Sophia expected to see Jay, but was surprised when Choi Minsoo stood in front of her.

“I was looking for Jaebeom.”

“He left for a moment, but he said he’d be back soon!”

Choi nodded in understanding and was about to leave, when he unexpectedly changed his mind and closed the door behind him.

“I hope you had a good time tonight. I know this must be all very weird for you. I don’t know if it’s okay for me to say this but Jinyoung hyungnim was like a father to me. Actually to a lot of us. I’m sure by now you know that not everyone here supports Jaebeom. But those of us who do, want him to succeed as well as Jinyoung did. And not everyone agrees with you being here, but those of us who do, feel that you’re really strengthening our family.”

Sophia listened intently, taken aback by Choi’s words. No one had acknowledged the fact that she abandoned her old life to come here and help keep her father’s family intact.

“Thank you. I mean it!”

“If you ever need to talk to someone, please don’t hesitate. I would gladly help you with whatever it is that you need.”

“Thank you.”

He bowed his head and left, just minutes before Jay came back.

“Ready?”

“Yeah, let’s go!”

The drive back to Sophia’s place was silent. She wanted to ask Jay about Choi, wanted to ask him how much of what he had said to her she could trust, how much she could lean on people. As much as she thought about it, she considered Jay and Jun-Seo to be closest to her. But if she was honest with herself, she didn’t know either one of them well enough. How much easier would her life here be if she had someone to lean on? Sophia thought about that as Jay swerved through the traffic. In any way, she had to ask Jun-Seo about it and hope that he wouldn’t run back to Jay to report it.

Jay parked his car in front of Sophia’s building, kept the motor running as he waited for her to get off.

“Can I ask you something? Why is it that you’re suddenly very quiet whenever someone speaks to me directly? You did it with Lee Sang-Woo and now even with Kang Nam-Gil. I thought you were his boss.”

Jay rolled his eyes at Sophia, got out of the car and went over to her side, opening the passenger’s door.

“I’m serious. I need to know!”

“I’m the boss as long as you’re not with me.”

“Why? Because I’m Jinyoung’s daughter? But he made you the boss!”

“Most people aren’t happy with that though.”

He said soberly and Sophia’s thought about Choi Minsoo’s words.

“They won’t recognize me as long as you could be the Boss. But then, those are the same people who would never acknowledge a female boss. So we’re in limbo.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t get too involved then.”

Sophia was mostly talking to herself but earned a curious stare from Jay.

“It’s late. Now’s not the time to solve this problem. Go home. I’ll contact you tomorrow.”

Sophia nodded and got out of the car, slowly walking up to the main entrance. She stole a look back at Jay and realized he was in distress as he put the car in reverse and drove off immediately.

***

- Momentous Meeting -

[i-like-sticks]

Skeleton Warriors Combo ! Baron Dark, Dr Cyborn, Shriek, Dagger, Arakula and Claws !

Okay, here we go!

Baron Dark:

Cyborn:

Shriek:

Dagger:

Arakula:

Claw:

Most of the turn out for them is almost the same and I do feel that a lot more could have been done had the series not been canceled so early. We could have learned so much more about the characters and why they were the way they are and what truly motivated them from point A to point B. I know the show did well though to give them all a basic standing at least and they were honestly the best part of the show, an outstanding cast of villains that truly shine through every time they are on screen!

I'm just sad that so much was cut short for cancelation and whatever other lore is out there you have to really scrap up and dig deep for, which still barely gives much to go on. And the comics...eh.... They ruined what was good about most of them.

Long story short, I feel if the series had continued it would have been great to see it end on third season with each season making the stakes higher and giving more story to everyone that was introduced in show! A story part story arch, if you may! Like the one we put together xD

[clarklovescarole]

September 1937: Avid Tennis Fans

September 4, 1937 – The Morning Post

Snapshots of Hollywood collected at random: Carole Lombard and Clark Gable heading for the open spaces at the crack of dawn Sunday to go duck shooting. Here’s a warning to all the roaming ducklets (and hunters) to beware. “Dead-Eye” Gable is a sure shot.

September 4, 1937 – Santa Ana Register

Credit the Gable influence for Carole Lombard’s new hobby, target shooting – and the girl is good at it, too.

September 8, 1937 – Modesto Bee

Carole Lombard and Clark Gable coming back from their hunting trip with a flock of doves – not ducks.

September 10, 1937 – Seattle Star

Carole Lombard’s new horse, Pinto, was a gift from Clark Gable.

September 14, 1937 – Evening Star Telegram

Talking about the wide open spaces, Carole Lombard is following the publicity of boyfriend Clark Gable and going in for the great outdoors in a picturesque way. She has just been photographed milking a cow.

September 18, 1937 – Miami News 

“Hi pal,” shouts Clark Gable, answering the hail of a friend in the gallery, as he arrives with Screen Actress Carole Lombard to witness matches at the Pacific Southwest tennis tournament.

September 20, 1937 – Des Moines Register

Ardent Tennis Fans Clark Gable and Carole Lombard, film stars, also attended the tournament opening.

September 20, 1937 – San Francisco Examiner

Chatter in Hollywood

No one in Hollywood was more surprised to hear that they had quarreled and parted than Carole Lombard and Clark Gable. At the very moment the “Hot News” came over the air that they had split they were dining together at a local café, having been at tennis matches all afternoon. Their shrieks of laughter almost drowned out the commentator who was supposedly giving the world inside news. Every moment that Carole can spare from the studio is spent in Clark’s company.

September 21, 1937 – The Morning Post

Snapshots of Hollywood

Taking a tip from Wimp, Clark Gable took his own bird along when invited to Carole Lombard’s house for a duck dinner.

September 21, 1937 – Evening Star

Clark Gable is building a house high up in Coldwater Canyon. His privacy has been too often invaded at his Beverly Wilshire Hotel home.

September 21, 1937 – Hartfield Courant

Few people realize or remember that, several years ago, Carole Lombard was seriously hurt in a motor car smash and not expected to resume her picture career. She deserves a lot of credit for getting to the top in spite of the facial scar you sometimes see in still photographs.

September 22, 1937 – Los Angeles Times

Former Mates in Meeting

At the Los Angeles Tennis Club where the Pacific Coast tournament is under way, Carole Lombard and Clark Gable occupying a box, with the latter’s ex, Rhea Gable, sitting right smack in front of them…

September 23, 1937 – The Times

Among many Hollywood film celebrities attending Pacific southwest tennis matches in Los Angeles are Carole Lombard and Clark Gable, seen through screen talking with Alice Marble, left, and Helen Jacobs, right. Clark and Carole, linked romantically, are avid tennis fans.

September 25, 1937 – The Province 

With the stars – screen and net – at the exhibition matches preceding the Los Angeles Tennis Club tournament… 

The crowd is only interested in the byplay between Clark Gable and Carole Lombard. They hold hands – just like they do in the movies – and every once in awhile give their fans a range of facial expressions, i.e., laughter, amusement, wide-eyed wonder (Miss Lombard), tooth-showing grin (Mr. Gable). Oh, Hollywood’s a wonderful place – but not for tennis matches.

September 25, 1937 – Los Angeles Times

Out in Canoga Park the paper has to run a regular feature every week telling about the new film stars who have moved into the San Fernando Valley.

This time the main additions to home owners there are Clark Gable and Carole Lombard. 

This seems to leave just about room enough for Baby LeRoy, and that’s all.

September 26, 1937 – San Francisco Examiner

Any reporter in search of glamorous duets last week had only to visit the tennis matches. Carole Lombard and Clark Gable were there every moment they could snatch from their studios. 

September 26, 1937 – Los Angeles Times

Celebrities Mingle at Club Party

By Aileene Parks

Coming as a brilliant interlude in the field of play through the week of the Pacific Southwest Tennis Tournament, the Tennis Ball at the Beverly Hills Tennis Club Thursday night was one of the most brilliant affairs of the season with the color scheme of the dance, red and white, supplying a kaleidoscopic background for the brilliant array of film folk, Southland society and sport celebrities…

Alice Marble dining with Clark Gable and Carole Lombard… 

September 29, 1937 – Salt Lake Tribune

Dining in a popular eaterie this evening when, of a sudden, such wild bedlam broke out near the entrance that I ran to the window, expecting to see a traffic killing, a fire or – at least – a fist fight. Instead I saw Carole Lombard, Barbara Stanwyck, Clark Gable and Robert Taylor fighting their way through a mob of excited autograph hunters. People pulled and people pushed. A hand snatched at the corsage Barbara wore. A girl tried to kiss Bob Taylor. Carole’s hat was knocked off. Finally, behind Clark’s powerful blocking, four dedraggled stars reached sanctuary inside the restaurant. How would YOU like to be a movie idol? 

[hiding-in-my-blanket-fort]

My mother likes to ruin things that I enjoy. So I tend to play it close to the vest. You know those moments other daughters have with their mothers where they get to gush about a celebrity or a fictional character, “Oh, he’s cute!”

I don’t have that with my mother. She would mock and belittle me if I ever did. I’ve seen her do it relentlessly with my sister. So I keep my mouth shut and anything I enjoy stays under tight lockdown.

She has been expressing interest in watching Yellowstone. When it first came out, she was vehemently against it. “Too violent. Too sexed up. You’re not allowed to see it.” (I’m in my fucking 30s)

So I watched it. I was hooked (on the early seasons).

Now that Yellowstone is gaining popularity, my mother wants “us” to watch it.

I don’t want to watch with her, for a variety of reasons.

1) She will HATE certain aspects of it, especially Beth. She’s a raging misogynist and she will despise Beth with every fiber of her being. It’s totally acceptable to not like Beth, she’s a very strong-flavored character and she can (and does) rub people the wrong way.

But my mother will take up a crusade against Beth. She will go on an anti-Beth campaign and BITCH about this woman for HOURS. I don’t want to hear it.

2) Beth’s SA scene was really rough for me to get through. Normally, I don’t watch anything with that kind of content in it. My mother dragged me to a movie once under the guise of it being “educational.” There was a gang r*pe scene on screen that had me leaving the theater sobbing. She was warned about that scene before seeing the movie. She did NOT warn me. I trusted her to blindly go in, not knowing anything. I never trusted her again after that.

I check every movie’s content beforehand now. I want to know what I’m getting into. Yellowstone was an exception because I really wanted to see it but I was on edge the whole time, and I avidly researched beforehand where the triggering scene was so I knew what was coming. And it was still emotionally draining.

My mother thinks I’m ridiculous for checking the content warnings on movies. She says it’s just fiction and I need to get over it.

3) My mother is an EXTREME prude. Naked Beth on screen? My GOD my mother will come unglued. All the sexual scenes surrounding the barrel racers? I can hear her voice now, shrieking at how INAPPROPRIATE THIS IS.

4) She’ll use it against me and throw it back in my face later. “Why won’t you watch this other extremely violent and sexual show *I* want to see? You watched Yellowstone!” Yeah, and it took me a long time to mentally and emotionally prepare myself for certain episodes, let alone coping with them afterwards. I made an exception once. It doesn’t mean I can handle it all the time. It’s called a fucking boundary.

Watching Yellowstone with my mother will not be a pleasant experience and I don’t want to do it. I keep putting her off. She keeps pressuring me to make it happen so “we can watch together.” I don’t understand why she won’t just watch it herself.

I haven’t told her I’ve watched the show. She would NOT be happy. She doesn’t like it when I watch things on my own (YES I’M 32 AND SHE’S STILL PISSY ABOUT THAT). She doesn’t like it if I watch something she doesn’t approve of.

Today, she pulled up the YouTube clip of Rip that got me into watching the show. And seeing her express so much interest in something I like is driving me up the wall.

If she knew I liked it, she would be HATING this show. She would be coming AFTER ME, “How can you watch this? It’s so violent and sexual!”

But because she doesn’t know I like it, she’s fine with it. In fact, she’s PRESSURING me to watch it and insisting that I DON’T check trigger warnings.

And it also bugs me because I can’t just…have a normal conversation with my mother about this thing I like. We won’t giggle over hot cowboys together because she can’t hold her pessimistic attitude in check. I can’t tell her about my MASSIVE crush on Rip because she’ll ruin it with her negativity. It’s so frustrating and it pisses me off.

Also, ngl, it scares me a little bit too because she has her eye on Rip and I really, really hate the thought of liking the same men as she does because her marriage is utter shit. It was so forced and they never loved each other. I don’t want to have the same taste in men as she does because I don’t want to end up like her.

Nothing like having a little crisis on a Thursday afternoon 🙃