#had it on repeat all dayyyy

[of-many-fandomss]

ok so what about a remus lupin x reader where they're not together yet officially but they are definitely a "thing" and they're finally gonna go to hogsmeade together for valentines but WHOMP the full moon is a few days before and remus gets the scars across his face and is convinced reader would no longer wanna be with a monster like him... bc he's dumb. need that hurt/comfort/fluff on v dayyyy (but only if u get inspired by the idea obvs ignore if not thank u bye x)

Omg this is my first remus request!!

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You knocked softly on the door that was already a crack open, peeking your head in just a little bit, “Remus?”

Watching as the back of the boy in question tensed from where he sat on a nearby bed, you grew increasingly worried.

A few days ago, Remus had finally gotten the nerve to ask you out after years of feelings mixed with friendship, to which you- of course- immediately and excitedly agreed. It would have been the most adorable first date ever in Hogsmeade, on Valentine’s Day, nonetheless.

But you hadn’t seen the boy for a couple days, he seemingly disappeared off the face of the earth. At first, you were heartbroken, thinking that it was because he was having second thoughts about the date and was avoiding you. Pretty soon though, you came to figure out that nobody else had seen him, and he hadn’t even been showing up to his classes. That was when you realized something bigger must have been going on.

After approaching his roommates about it, they all exchanged glances before telling you that he was in their dorm, and you could go on up to see him if you would like.

You stepped slowly into the room after hearing no protest from him, still yet to actually see his face.

“Hey, Rem,” You called out softly, cautiously approaching the boy, “Listen, I haven’t seen you in a few days, and I got worried-“

The gasp that left your lips was inevitable the second you stood in front of Remus, the boy keeping his eyes firmly trained on the ground and his lips in a thin line. His arms were resting on his knees and his hands were clenched together tightly.

But the thing besides his attitude that caught your attention, were the long, fresh scares that ran across the entirety of his face.

Immediately, you dropped into a crouch before him and gingerly cupped his cheeks as you examined the wounds in horror, “Oh, Remus,” You breathed out, the sight before you terrifying enough to last you a lifetime, “What happened to you?”

He shoved your hands away from his face with a scowl. But despite that action, his touch was light and delicate in a way that couldn’t hurt a fly.

The second he let go of your hands though, they automatically flew back up to his face, “What happened?” You repeated desperately.

“Nothing,” He mumbled angrily, turning his head away from you so he wouldn’t be forced to look into your eyes.

You sighed softly, falling backward on your heel and gnawing on your bottom lip, “I was so worried about you,” You whispered, “Nobody has seen you for the last few days and then I show up here and- and you have scars covering your face?” A sudden wave of anger hit you, and you stood up with a pointed glare, “I know we didn’t even go on our date, so you don’t want to tell me what happened in a romantic way, then fine. Tell me because I’ve been your friend for years! Tell me because I care!” You snapped, voice level raising more with each sentence.

“Because I’m a werewolf!” He burst out suddenly, flying to his feet and standing so you were toe to toe, glare just as deadly as yours, “Because I’m a monster! Because I’ll end up hurting those closest to me! And I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something happened to you!”

By then, he was left standing there, chest heaving up and down and you were left standing there, feeling as if you had just been punched in the chest.

“There,” His voice softened to barely above a whisper, “Are you happy? I’m a monster.”

“You’re not a monster,” You didn’t even have to think about the words before they flew out of your mouth. There was no reason to. It was the honest truth.

His eyes snapped up to meet yours, “Did you not hear a word I just said?”

You shrugged, “So what if you’re a werewolf?” You challenged, “That doesn’t make you a monster.”

He scoffed, turning on his heel and running a hand down his face, “Of course it does.”

You shook your head stubbornly, taking a step in his direction and gently taking your hand in his own, making him freeze, “No, it doesn’t.” You sounded so sure, that Remus even faltered a bit, “You are the sweetest, most gentle, kindest boy I know.” You told him in complete honesty.

He seemed to have lost the ability to talk, just staring down at you unblinkingly as you spoke, “Being a werewolf doesn’t make you a monster, Remmy,” You continued, reaching up and cupping his cheek, “I don’t think anything on this earth could make you into a monster.”

Remus swallowed thickly, unsure of what to say.

You let your eyes flutter shut and you leaned over, placing the softest ghost kiss on his lips, “You’re not a monster.” You repeated in a whisper.

The boy finally came to his senses, snapping out of whatever daze he had been in, and this time being the one to cup your cheeks, leaning in for another kiss.

[jungkookslipring]

Giggles for Lixie pt 7

AU: PT 7 IS UP!!! One more to go!! I was gonna post this tomorrow but I was a little too excited to upload it lol. Might even post the finale tonight we’ll see lol. Hope you enjoy!

Pairings: Lee! Felix Ler! Changbin 🐥 🐰🐷

Relationship: Platonic 🫶🏽

One cloudy day, Felix decided to walk to the market and pick up some groceries for his dorm. While he was there, he thought why not spoil his hyungs and get them some treats too. He picked up some goodies and headed back towards the dorms. He stopped at the 3racha + Hyunjin dorm and let himself in. All of the guys seemed to be gone except for someone who was bundled up on the couch watching a drama. Felix couldn’t tell who it was since they were hidden so deep in the blankets but as soon as he called “Hyung?” a certain raven colored curly haired boy peaked from behind the couch.

“Hi Lixie!” Changbin exclaimed as he saw the freckled boy with a bag full of groceries.

“What are you doing here?” He asked as he sat up.

“I was just at the market getting some things for the dorm and thought I’d get some treats for you guys too,” Felix explained. Changbin smiled at that.

“Aww you’re too sweet, Felix,” he smiled as the Aussie’s ears turned a little red. Once Felix unloaded everyone’s treats he checked out the TV.

“What are you watching?” He asked. Changbin looked back at the screen.

“New drama, wanna watch?” He asked. Felix nodded as he shut the fridge. He padded his way over to the couch and got under the big blanket Changbin was snuggled under. The two cuddled up together and started watching the drama together. Changbin wrapped his arm around Felix’s waist, rubbing a thumb over his hip while the latter of the two rested his head on his shoulder. About 30 min into the drama, Changbin could feel how Felix’s breathing was slow and even. He lifted his head and looked at the younger who had fallen asleep. His hand that was wrapped around his waist did a quick poke to the side that surprisingly didn’t wake him up. His shirt was raised only a tiny bit so Changbin’s fingers made their way under Lix’s t shirt and gently wiggled at the skin. Felix giggled in his sleep but still didn’t wake up. Changbin took his other hand and repeated the same action on his other side, this time getting louder giggles from Felix. He woke up and had the cutest confused look on his face that Changbin couldn’t help but giggle too. Felix pouted and poked his chest.

“Don’t laugh at meeee,” he pouted as Changbin laughed at him.

“What?? It’s cute!” Changbin exclaimed as he wiggled his fingers again on his side. Felix curled up on Changbin’s lap, doing his best to protect his sides.

“Let me sleeheheheheheep,” Felix giggled when Changbin started to squeeze his side.

“No, you are going to spend quality time with your Hyung who you fancy I might add,” he smiled as Felix’s cheeks turned bright red.

“I sahahaid that one tihahahhahaha,” Felix squealed as Changbin dug his fingers into both sides.

“Multiple times,” he stated. Felix didn’t have any form of comeback, he just continued laughing in Changbin’s lap. Changbin flipped Felix onto his back and started scribbling his tummy, Felix kicked his feet into the couch as the ticklish feeling took over his midsection.

“You’re just too cute I could listen to your laugh alllll dayyyy lonnnnngggg,” Changbin sang out as Felix wiggled in his lap. Felix curled up on himself once again and buried his face into Changbin’s stomach, squealing when Changbin’s fingers dug into his hips.

“HYUNG IT TIHIHIHICKLES” Felix screamed. Changbin had to laugh at that. Poor thing was ticklish everywhere.

“Well of course it does Felix I didn’t think you were laughing over nothing,” he joked as he stared admiringly at the giggly mess on his lap, completely forgetting about the drama. After maybe 15 minutes of tickling the youngest Aussie, Changbin finally let up and patted Felix’s stomach.

“I’m kidding Lixie, if you wanna nap you’re more than welcome to,” he said running his fingers through his blonde hair. Felix smiled and pulled Changbin down on top of him.

“Nap with me?” He asked with his innocent doe eyes. Changbin smiled and kissed his head.

“You know I wouldn’t say no to you,” he whispered as he pulled Felix into his arms. Felix was pretty close to falling asleep , so Changbin sent out a quick text to the group chat letting them know Felix was napping in their dorm. His hands went under Felix’s shirt to softly rub his tummy, pulling himself and his dongsaeng into a slumber. When the three other members got home, they let the two rest, not without taking a few pictures of course.

[abiiors]

It’s stunning!!!!

have had it on repeat practically all dayyyy <3

[grossbabygoblin]

Soldier, Poet King Day Diary

So even tho I felt like the vibe was bad this morning I ended up getting up around noon all bc of this song and tiktok trend of “soldier, poet, king” by the oh hellos. Which I listened to on repeat alllll dayyyy (like no joke I only listened to a couple other songs at one point) So I ended up:

Getting up and doing a full face of makeup and putting on a cute outfit

Making a Tik tok to this song about the quiz in which I got the king as a result tho I’m a poet at heart

Organizing my apartment a little

Sitting at my alter/bedside table and burning incense and praying and getting what I’m thinking might be a sign from God about somethinggg

Going shopping at the grocery store and Ulta that are a convenient 5 minute walk from my apartment

Spending more on self care stuff at Ultas than I should have but I got one of those fun trendy rose quartz crystal face rollers ppl say good for your skin and some micler water bc my sister said too

Walking back to my apartment and putting my stuff aways and taking out my very full trash

Catching up n texting more w someone dear to me as well as chatting w other friends

Finishing cleaning up the mess corner where I had things in piles from moving in and putting my computer in that corner

Vacuuming my apartment but first taking a dance break to this song and danced like a crazy Celtic woman like my ancestors

Showered and ate more tacos for dinner

Getting into bed and am burning more incense and have my salt lamp on while I get all cozy and ready to sleep and go to my cute little fairytale shoe store job tomorrow ✨

[narancias-headband]

A little F/O chat! :) [and me venting a lil]

I never really personally held the belief of like... Your f/o liking you the way you like them in a funky au sort of way (not to discredit anyone who does!) but like... Lately??? I'm?????

I'd say Formaggio is my main (if not only???) f/o. He has a special spot in my heart 😅

Lately I've listened to a little more JoJo's music on Spotify as background noise again. Including Formaggio's theme (piccolo), but not necessarily more than any other song (so far as I can tell).

Monday morning. I'm driving to work. In an overall bad mood. Guess what song comes on... Piccolo. At first I didn't know why it ended up in my usual playlist, but remembered I've been listening to my Spotify "On Repeat" playlist. So that explains partway where it came from... But...

In all honesty, it lowkey felt like it was him wishing me a good day. 😅 Saying it out loud makes me feel crazy, but it made my brain super happy. And Monday really did go well.

I swear. Sometimes it doesn't even show up in the playlist? And I know I don't have it downloaded, so it often can't play when I'm driving since I rarely leave my mobile data on.

Today I had an awful day at work. Nothing worked out for me all day. I was heading out, trying not to cry until I reached my car. My little catboy Formaggio keychain lightened my heart a little (I'm gonna add a pic of it here cuz he's so cute).

I got to my car, barely holding it together, and start the drive home. And guess what song happens to come on... Despite the lack of WiFi/data... It was piccolo. Another little moment of... Maybe it does mean something. Maybe he knows I feel like a useless, good for nothing, worthless person. And he's trying to comfort me somehow.

Maybe I'm just crazy. Or autistic. Or both. But it makes me happy. And I'd like to think in some weird twist of fate that it's meant to feel the way it does.

Anyway. If you read this... Uhhh thank you for listening to my rambling!! Feel free to talk about similar things or just f/o gushing or anything in the comments here or message me.

Hope everyone is well. 💖

Also here's my Formaggio keychain that I just got the other dayyyy.

I got him from here! And... They have all of LS (though Ris is sold out and it looks like there's only B-Grade Proscis left)

[allstarsmash]

good music get your music right here

[slytherweasley]

Misplaced feelings (George Weasley x reader)

Warnings: none

Summary/request: Hey babes! I was wondering if you could do a request for George Weasley? Like the the reader and him and best friends and it’s a slow burn relationship through the Yule ball? If not no problem :) have a nice dayyyy

It’s the best time of the year, Christmas. Everyone is in the best mood the common room is buzzing. The snow falls outside while you’re inside and cuddled up by the fire while your best friend paces around the room.

“How about Alicia Spinnet?” You ask “I guess I could go with her” the yule ball is next week and George still doesn’t have a date so as his best friend it’s your obligation to talk him through asking girls for him.

“What should I say?” “The same thing as the last few girls, get her flowers and compliment her, she will love that” “Thanks Y/n you’re the best” He walks off. You let out a deep breath and cover your face with your hands. “What’s wrong?” Fred sits beside you “What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be asking Angelina” “Already did and she said yes” “Of course she did.”

“What’s wrong?” He repeats “Nothing just helping George try to find a date, it’s so late all the girls have got dates” “You two should have gone together” “We could have hit Adrian asked me and George told me to go with him.”

Alicia said yes a week before the Yule Ball, you heard a lot about Alicia in that one week. You started to hang out with Adrian and his Slytherin friends for a bit. Adrian’s family insisted on paying for your dress so you went shopping with Adrian for a dress, you matched your dress and his tie.

“Why are you spending so much time with Pucey?” George asks trying not to sound mad or jealous but you could hear it in his voice. “Don’t be jealous, you’re still my best friend but we were just hanging out before the yule ball” “I’m not jealous I’m just wondering.”

Christmas Day is exciting as it is but on top of that the yule ball is tonight. “Happy Christmas” George hands you a badly wrapped present “You got me a present?” “It’s not big” “Thank you!” You wrap your arms around him tightly he reciprocates pulling you in, you were enjoying the hug, he smells so nice, his smell feels like home, it’s comforting. You feel the hug go on for a bit too long and pull away opening up your present.

It’s a box of your favourite chocolates from honeydukes “Thank you George! I’m sorry but I didn’t get you anything” “Don’t worry I don’t need anything.”

You spend most of the day with the twins until it’s time to get ready for the yule ball. You wanted to make sure that you looked perfect, you were starting to develop feelings for Adrian Pucey.

Fred and George knock on your dorm door for Angelina and Alicia. Your heart skips a beat when you see George, no one could deny he was hot, not even you but the way your heart felt in the moment when Alicia kissed his cheek and pulled him into a hug couldn’t feel worse. “You coming?” Fred asks “Uh yeah” I walk out the door behind the four of them.

You planned on meeting on Adrian outside the Great Hall. He was waiting patiently for you, a big smile appeared on his face when he saw you. Not too long ago you would’ve been so happy to see him but all you can think about is Alicia and George. You put on a brave face and a smile. “You look so beautiful” he says “Thank you, you look very handsome, Adrian.”

He takes my hand and we walk in together. Adrian was a great date, he danced with you, made sure you had enough to eat and drink and stayed by your side the whole night. But you’re starting to realise you misplaced your feelings for Adrian, you never really liked him you forced yourself to.

“Are you ready to go?” He asks as people start to clear out “I’m going to stay here with George for a while but thank you for a great night” “Thank you for being my date” he gives you a hug and exits.

George walks over to you “Where is Alicia?” you ask “She was tired and told me to come see you” “I didn’t get to dance with you tonight” “The nights not over” he puts his hand out for you to take and leads you to the dance floor. There wasn’t many people on the dance floor which was kind of nice.

“I haven’t told you but you look gorgeous” “Thanks but it kind of caught me off guard when I first saw you, you clean up very well.” After a couple songs you decide to take a walk before going back into your dorm.

The two of you walk in the cold winter air outside, George sees you start to shiver and takes off his jacket giving it to you “Thanks” you put it on, it hangs off your body. “Did Pucey treat you right?” “He was great” “Good.”

There wasn’t much conversation, we just walked around together. “Do you fancy Pucey?” I chuckle “No, not really, I thought I did for a while” “What changed?” “I don’t know, just don’t think I’m into him.” He stops and you turn around to face him “What?” He grabs your waist swiftly and presses his lips to yours. You were left breathless when he let go of the kiss.

“So” you say looking at the ground “Umm I like you Y/n, I fancy you and I guess I just now figured that out” “I do too” “I had a feeling you did, you’re not good at hiding your emotions.” “So now what?” “Now I ask you to be my girlfriend, what’d you say?” “Yes” he kisses you again. “That’s going to take some getting used to, it’s still kind of awkward” “Yeah I think we should just ease into this until I fully see you as my girlfriend.”

[allisonfcs]

oh its been a while since i said something about druck on here jsjsjs i mean i didn’t have to since i reblog things that i agree with and some people and i share braincells so didn’t need to repeat what someone just said y’know anyway...

but what happened today? what happened TO-DAY damnnnnnn im on the floor, you gays...

first of all i want to adress that i’m living for ava and fatou friendship and i don’t want them fighting again (even if it didn’t last long). then the cute texts kieu my sent after what happened friday 🥺 it was cute, i must admit but i’m glad fatou ghosted and blocked her, it might seem mean but kieu my deserves it after everything she did to fatou. and the "stupid new years kiss" thing and not defending fatou when constantipation said some rude things about her was the last straw, and im glad fatou stood up for herself and called out kieu my and the others.

now as for today..TO-DAYYYY??!?! first of all, kieu my being all sad in zoe’s insta stories hehe how the turntables (and the fact she was staring at someone/something and i like to think it was fatou yes i do)...second, we really thought we had to wait until thursday to see kieu my and fatou in class together but it turns out they have a class together monday as well?!? wow. the fact we all thought the teacher would force kieu my and fatou to work together but no one expected kieu my acually volunteering 😭 druck really said "let us add some spice ✨" and i really gasped so well done,druck.

also im never getting over how bold kieu my was with that move by raising ber hand to be with fatou on the project. she really said "oh ok, you blocked me on tinder, just let me let you no choice and work with me"

and also the glance and the panic that followed because she probably wanted to see fatou’s reaction and she was already looking at her. IM NEVER GETTING OVER THIS ITS ADORABLE.

and for the second time fatou confronts her and the only thing she could say was...warning : lesbian flirting 101 : "oh yeah um well you SUCK in physics and i’m very good so...🥺 im gonna help you, yeah? let me help you? because i’m good in physics and you’re so bad lol so...girlfriends?"

also this...i know her heart was RACING!! girl is so nervous around fatou, yet she did her move and im proud of her.

anyway... kieu my texted fatou earlier... girl is trying uh? thats what we wanted 😭 but apologise ffs kieu myyyy APOLOGISE...lets see if fatou answers...

im so excited for this week, the angst, the yearning, kieu my chasing fatou, the project...ughhh im so excited.

alright...see you around gays

[bentforkent]

glittery

penelope garcia x emily prentiss 

a/n: whipped something up for valentines dayyyy, i hope u enjoy! happy vday from me to u. also shoutout to cj @hotchseyebrows for helping me with this i am A Mess and u are the best. 

content warning: fluff, SMUT (18+), alcohol mentions, oral sex, first time, begging, sexy-ass emily prentiss

word count: 2028

in which emily and penelope are crafting for valentine’s day, and some feelings come up 

-  - - -  “You’re more glittery than normal,” Emily remarks, pushing Penelope’s front door open and surveying the scene in front of her.

“You’re here!” Penelope scrambles to get out of her chair, pushing away from the kitchen table that’s covered in shimmery pinks, reds, purples, and rushing to wrap her arms around Emily’s waist. To free her arms and return Penelope’s hug, Emily sets her plastic grocery bag onto the counter. The cheap bottles of wine inside clink against each other musically, making Penelope’s ears perk up and gesture towards the bag.

Emily launches into a retelling of her time at the grocery store: There was a weird woman there who Emily was exactly 73 percent sure was following her. As she tells the story, she flits around Penelope’s kitchen with ease, finding the bottle opener and two stemmed glasses. Penelope watches her intently, entranced by her black-cat movements. It’s not lost on her how easily Emily makes use of her space. Penelope’s space, that is. Emily is here, in her kitchen, popping a cork---two corks, she’d bought pink wine specifically for Penelope--and washing her hands and drying said hands on her tea towels and lounging against her countertops, mindful of her cluttered space and figurines. It’s domestic. It’s domestic and overwhelming and Penelope just might burst.

“Anyways,” Emily says, concluding her story and turning back to Penelope, glass looped languidly between her fingers. “Why are you covered in craft glitter?”

“We, my friend, are making Valentine’s Day cards,” Penelope says.

“Alright,” Emily hums, taking a seat at the end of the table. “I’m not very crafty.”

“I am! I’ll teach you.”

- - -  -

“Pass me the scissors, please,” Penelope requests. Careful of the blade, Emily reaches across the table to hand Penelope the glue-sticky scissors. After Penelope’s careful tutorial on how to cut a perfect heart and administer the perfect amount of campy shimmer, the room fell silent save for the jazzy music playing in the background--Amy Winehouse, at Emily’s request--and the soft sounds of crafting--snip, paste, glitter, repeat. Snip, paste, glitter, repeat. Snip. Paste. Glitter. Repeat.

Emily pauses her routine of gluing a piece of red cardstock to a pink one. She’d been considering her next question carefully, debating whether she wants to ask it at all.  “Who are you making these valentines for, anyways?” Attempting nonchalance, she takes a sip of her wine.  

Penelope can read Emily like a book. Not even looking up from her homemade card, maintaining Emily’s same nonchalance, Penelope replies, “Why does it matter? You have a crush on me or something?”

Obviously Emily has a crush on her.

Penelope knows.

She’s known since a few months ago, on a random Thursday, when Emily had shyly brought a cup of coffee into her office. Penelope had never seen Emily at a loss for words before, but she was just so anxious about if she’d gotten the right coffee order. Penelope’s definitely not a profiler, but it really didn’t take much to figure out the strange blush on Emily’s cheeks. Thank god she did, too, because Penelope was just about making herself sick pining after Emily. She’s had a thing for her for as long as she could remember; since Emily had settled herself into the BAU all bright-eyed and bushy-tailed. And then Penelope had discovered reciprocation of those feelings and her heart soared and she just wanted to wrap her arms around Emily and fucking kiss her.

But they’re still doing the “best friends” thing. God, does Penelope just want to stop this whole stupid back and forth act where they both pretend like they’re just best friends. But she’s playing hard-to-get. Too often had she given herself away too soon just to be let down later. So she’s keeping the upper hand on this one, because it matters. Emily matters.

And on an entirely separate note, watching Emily flounder and figure out Penelope’s feelings for herself is quite entertaining. Penelope only feels a tiny bit bad about that.  

“No, I’m just curious,” Emily says carefully, teetering into defensiveness. She continues gluing her cardstock, letting the sound of her dragging the paste across the paper serve as an ending to the conversation.

“No?” There’s a playful lilt to Penelope’s voice, but Emily is embarrassed she asked and quite frankly, done talking about it. The air thickens, and Penelope doesn’t feel much like joking anymore.

“No.”

There’s a few moments of silence. Amy Winehouse croons, Penelope presses a marker across her Valentine, scrawling a message onto it. Emily’s scowl radiates through the room.

“You’re a big baby, Emily Prentiss,” Penelope says bluntly.

Emily sets her glue stick onto the table, crossing her arms around her chest and leaning back in her chair. “How am I a baby?” Her words are calm, careful.

With a dramatic sigh, Penelope holds up the Valentine she’d been working on for the greater part of an hour. She could hear Emily building her walls up and she’s tired of all of that. The card is beautiful, obviously, having been carefully crafted under Penelope’s skillful hand. “Emily” is written in shimmery purple bubble letters, surrounded by little hand drawn hearts. There’s a lengthy message attached, heartfelt and sincere.

“The valentines are for you, you beautiful, oblivious disaster,” Penelope says. “Everything is for you.”

Emily purses her lips to avoid the smile from creeping onto her face.

It doesn’t work.

“Oh.” She pauses to think, replaying every interaction she shared with Penelope for the past few months and reframing them. Penelope likes her back. She feels a touch stupid for not figuring it out, but excitement prevails over that emotion. “Yeah?”

Penelope huffs. “Just kiss me, please.” Emily didn’t really need it spelled out for her, because that was her next move, but she appreciates the proactivity from Penelope.

With renewed gusto and pull, Emily leans back in her chair, patting her lap. “C’mere, then.” With a squeal, Penelope gets up out of her chair and skips--literally skips--the short distance to Emily’s side of the table. Emily is looking at her like she hung the stars as Penelope swings her leg over her lap.

“Hi,” Penelope says, holding Emily’s shoulders tightly to steady herself. She’s suddenly nervous, despite all of the frustration and excitement she’d been channeling into this conversation just a second ago. Tentatively, she trails the pad of her thumb down Emily’s nose, letting it fall to her bottom lip.

Emily just wants to look at her, for a second, her rosy cheeks and gentle gaze. But one more second without kissing Penelope is far too long and before Emily’s brain can catch up with her chin, she’s leaning in to press her lips against Penelope’s. 

They’ve both clearly been anticipating this, as they move in sync like they were made to kiss each other, as if their lips were crafted specifically to be against each other in this exact moment. It feels like hours that they’re kissing, that Emily is tugging on the roots of Penelope’s hair, that Penelope is leaving careful bruises against Emily’s jaw.

Once Emily is sufficiently out of breath, she pulls away and rests her forehead against Penelope’s. “Let me eat you out, please,” she requests quietly, trying to catch a bit of air.

Penelope nods, rapidly. “Oh my god, yes, yes,” she says, giggling softly. “You don’t even have to ask, seriously. Okay, yes you do. You do have to ask, but I will always say yes.” 

Emily cuts off Penelope’s rambling with a hot “shhh,” and a suggestive tug on the hem of her skirt.

Penelope blushes, unzipping the pink dress on her side and lifting it over her head.

“You’re matching,” Emily notes lamely. It would be quite literally impossible for her to come up with a sufficient compliment for the way Penelope looks in her lacy, red set. So she gapes, feeling utterly grateful for the chance to even be in the presence of this sun of a woman.

“I had plans,” Penelope says through a grin, standing from Emily’s lap. Wordlessly, with Emily still staring indecently at Penelope’s tits in that bra, they switch spots, Penelope now sitting in the kitchen chair with her legs spread. Emily lowers herself onto her knees in front of Penelope, rubbing soft circles into her skin. She runs her finger along Penelope’s heat, sighing gently at the wetness seeping through the fabric. “You’re so wet for me,” Emily says, peering up at Penelope, who has already settled in and closed her eyes.

“Mhm,” Penelope replies, shifting her hips up in order to shimmy her underwear down her legs.

Emily kisses across the expanse of Penelope’s stomach, taking a moment to rest her chin on the soft skin and look up at the woman in front of her. “You’re so pretty,” she murmurs. “Look at this pretty pussy.”

Penelope lets out an embarrassed whine, nudging Emily’s cheek with her knuckles.

“Keep going, okay, I get it,” Emily chuckles, half to herself. Penelope’s eyelids flutter closed, her fingers tangle in Emily’s hair. It’s soft and for half of a second Penelope wonders what shampoo does she use?, but then Emily is licking and kissing and biting and Penelope’s brain has been reduced to that damned purple glitter and she feels like it might be pouring out of her ears.

When Penelope’s usually getting head, once every few months, Penelope is acutely aware of where her thighs rest, careful to keep them open and away from her suitors’ ears, but Emily is clutching the outside of them like a castaway holds a buoy, tugging her closer. It makes Penelope impossibly more wet. There’s a gasp that could have come from either of them as Emily drags her tongue flat across Penelope’s slit.

Penelope squirms under Emily’s mouth as she continues her careful, skillful tongue work. “‘S good, Emmy, so good,” she moans. Egged on by the praise, Emily wraps her lips around Penelope’s clit, making Penelope emit a high-pitched noise. Emily chuckles against her skin, pulling away to pepper gentle kisses along her thigh.

“Hey,” Penelope pouts at the lack of contact. “C’mon, Em, you’re so mean,”

“I’m mean?” Emily asks with a raised eyebrow, looking up at Penelope through her lashes. “If I’m so mean I’ll leave you here high and dry begging to cum, then.”

This time the gasp is definitely Penelope, scandalized and not used to being told no. Her hips buck forward on their own accord, aching for Emily’s touch. “That’s not fair,” she whines.

Emily taps Penelope’s knees, signaling for her to close them. “Life isn’t fair, sweet girl.”

Penelope weighs her options in her head. It’s clear what Emily wants to hear--begging. But god, if it’s not in Penelope’s nature to put up a fight. She’s contemplating, trying to ignore her lower half twitching in desperation. The moment seems longer than it is--after about 10 seconds and Emily wiping her lips with the back of her hand, she begins grovelling.

“Please Emmy, please,” she says, “I’ll do anything, just...please.” When Emily doesn’t react immediately, Penelope tacks on an extra, “Pretty please.”

Emily grins, leaning back in and pressing a delicate kiss just to the left of where Penelope needs her. “You’re a good girl, baby,” she mumbles under her breath.

“Mhm,” Penelope agrees quietly, letting her hands settle back onto the crown of Emily’s head. The pair devolve into a rhythmic sound of Emily’s mouth and tiny subsequent moans from Penelope. As Emily speeds up, so do Penelope’s whines, so does the rise and fall of Penelope’s chest.

There’s not much build up before Penelope’s snapping, she finds. One second she’s reveling in the feeling of Emily’s warm mouth working her up, and the next her legs are tensing and she’s shaking through an intense wave of orgasm, pushing Emily’s head from where she’s most sensitive.

Emily grins, pressing a sweet kiss to Penelope’s knee, waiting for her to calm and recover. “You’re like, really good at that,” Penelope says with a wide smile, her glassy eyes filled with satiation. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Emmy.”

Emily rises to kiss Penelope softly, swiping her tongue over her bottom lip. “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby.”  

[kanene-yaaay]

Go Virge, go!

Kanene’s note: TODAAAAAAAAAY IS A SPECIAAAAAL DAYYYY!!! DO YOU KNOW WHY?? THAT IS RIGHT! BECAUSE TODAY IS @why-not-a-tickle-blog BIRTHDAY!!!! Gooooosh!!!! I know I already did a whole speech before, mah friendo, but you’re just so amazing and lovely! Aaaaaa I’m happy for being your friend! <33

Okay, I got a little carried away! Enjoy the gift! x3

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* This characters don’t belongs to me! They all belong to Thomas Sanders and his series Sanders Sides!

* This is a SFW Tickle-Fanfic, so, if you don’t appreciate this kind of content, please, look for another blog. There are a plenty of fabulous arts in this site!!  ^w^)b

* Oneshot. Something around 3.800 words.w-)b. Lee!Virgil and Ler!Patton in Human AU.

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! Any and every advice is very very welcome! \(-w-)/

* Since  it’s a gift: Essa fanfic não será traduzida, mals. Thankys for reading, my lollipops, especially you, Livvy!! Have a wonderful and incredible day just like you! 

[~*~]

Patton was confused. A lot.

 And that wasn’t even a whole brand-new thing in his life.

 Patton got confused quite frequently, being honest.  

He got confused when he accidentally fell asleep on the couch and woke up four hours later with all his house painted in the dark of the night and without a single drop of memory about where he is or who he is for some minutes. Patton got confused when his attention was caught in some adorably adorable video of kittens being the best thing in the world and quickly ran to Virgil’s room just to show them to him, not understanding why his friend can’t stop looking at him quizzically until Virgil finally asks why does he has a spoon in the knot of his cardigan and Patton jumps because HIS COOKIES ARE IN THE OVEN AND HOW MUCH TIME HAD PASSED-

 Oh. Wait. That is not what he was talking about. Focus, focus!

 Anyway. Life is confusing, feelings, thoughts, actions, trying your best, keep going, look at the refrigerator just to realize you have no idea of what you were supposed to be searching in the first place, humans…

 Yeah, especially humans.

 Patton stared at the figure of his friend laid on the couch, absently looking at his phone while a piece of smile adorned his face. The movie both decided to watch paused in the background as the one currently in the kitchen waited for the popcorn get ready, his hand held lightly his chin and a frown rest peacefully in his features, mirroring the same expression he always saw on Logan every time he was confronted by a problem whose solution seemed impossible to find.

 It was The Pose of all the incredible genius in the world, right? Therefore, in some moment about now the answers of all his questions should magically pop before him, unfolding and refolding in logic patterns just like in all the mystery series and books.

 Right about noooow…

 …

 Now?

 …

 Well, it didn’t work.

 Patton pouted, turning to pour the warm and probably delicious snack in big bowls that both would pretend they wouldn't be able to finish before even getting in the middle of the so expected movie. He grabbed the bowls and headed to the other room, reprising the entire day in his mind, a faint echo of Logan saying that could help basing his decision.

 Everything started in the morning with Patton arriving at their breakfast table only to find Virgil, but not his usual Virgil.

 That was a Virgil without his hoodie.

 Not that it was a totally strange thing! Usually by his free mornings he would prefer to wander in the house on his comfortable pajamas, however the thing today is… he wasn’t on his pajamas. He was prepared to fight the world – actually Virgil was just going to work, but he said this sounded more badass - on his black Slipknot shirt, jeans and the hoodie nowhere near to be seen.

 Besides that, today was predominantly cold. Cold enough for the one wearing glasses end up missing his favorite cat cardigan by the time he arrived their house, searching for the so dearly craved cloth in every little corner until Patton came across the scene of his friend - his best edgy, lovely friend cutely wearing it and being equally playfully bratty when tried ask it back, pulling out his tongue out as his form dazed in a chase the moment Patton’s promise of ‘physically fight for it!’ – which was a lie, obviously. He gave up the vestment the very moment his eyes locked in a Virgil playing with the cat ears sewed in it – flew from his mouth.

 And, after getting tired out, they cuddled! Okay, this wasn’t nearly a strange occurrence between both, albeit was one of those rare moments when Virgil was the one who initiated it, laying on his lap with a pout and a sharp look, as if he dared the other to say something (and Patton didn’t!! He swears!! Squeals. Do. Not. Count. As. Words.), feeling comfortable enough to even start a Poking War as they were accommodating themselves on the cushions, rays of giggles, squeaks filling the place for some heartbeats before both decided to metamorphose their last bit of routine into a movie night.

 Which was exactly what they were doing!

 Now, don’t get Patton wrong. He was absolutely delighted by everything! Knowing Virgil felt comfortable, safe enough to act nonchalant around him was so heart-warming he could almost feel himself melt in happiness!

 ….But…

 But there was this signal in the back of his mind. A particularly different gleam in the other’s eyes he had already seen before, however couldn’t quite place its meaning yet. Some words unpronounced amongst his lightly snarky demeanor. Some little thing that made Patton feel playful and happily bubbly as well, except he couldn’t really grab the exact information, the exact why or the exact memory.

 Not yet, at least.

  [~*~]

  Virgil was about to fucking quit it.

 No, actually, he was about to fuck quit everything when he woke up of his incredibly, horrible, wonderfully teasy tickle dream. The tingles of the dreamy tickles still ghostly buzzing on his body as he quietly giggled, burying his face in the pillows and kicking about everything on his bed, eyes firmly closed as the memories bathed his mind in a flow made to increase awfully his lee mood.

 And then one of his favorite artists posted some new things on Tumblr, which obligated him to see all their new posts and, who knows, accidentally click in the tag ‘My arts’ of them, which end up with him re-finding other works he had already forgot about, path that consequently leaded to some more reblogs and therefore another bunch of tickle blogs which, of course, made his lee mood at work almost unbearable.

 At least he had the cold to blame if someone questioned about the persistent blush spread on his features.

 After everything, finally: The calm and quiet of home, broken by his determined decision to try to make – somehow - Patton tickle him. His friend was soft and playful by nature, and he already knew Virgil liked tickles (quite of an interesting story involving a meme, a movie and the power going out. Heh. Do not ask about it.) so, I mean, the worst part was already gone, right? It wouldn’t probably be that bad. Virgil would just act naturally, smoothly following a few advices he found in some blogs discussing this topic and hope, for the sake of his life, the Universe wouldn’t follow Murphy's Law for ONCE.

 Of course, that didn’t happen. OF COURSE.

 Virgil tried first to be a bratty. He stole Patton’s cardigan and even ran across the house in an attempt to maintain his new possession. He stretched while laid in Patton’s lap: no hoodie, ticklish spots right there. In the last shot he even let himself giggle every single time his mind wandered to the dark corner designed especially for the subject. The one wearing smudged make up even started a poke war!! A poke war!! What kind of poke war doesn't evolve to a tickle war where he would, so sadly and despise his best efforts, lose spectacularly??

 He crossed his arms and DID NOT pout, blowing grumpily some strands of hair that fell in his vision’s field.

 “I would sell my soul for a tickle.” Virgil growled, his usually careful façade crumbling under the quite persistent thoughts of fingers spidering on his ribs, counting each one of them before lazily dragging the tip of the nails to his quivering tummy, dancing and poking unbothered by his squi-

 “What was that?”

 Virgil squeaked, jumping some centimeters in the air when the voice of his approaching friend filled the room, the words getting stuck in his throat, his head shooting in the other’s direction, wide eyes.

 “What.” He eloquently offered.

 “I was too far, didn’t hear what you said, sorry. Could you repeat, please?”

 Virgil tried – failing - to not blush. Patton was… actually being serious, right? That wasn’t any kind of tease, even if the traitor little demon he usually called brain unhelpfully unlocked all the memories of all the tickle fanfics he read that began with that exact same words. “Nothing. It was nothing.” He promptly ignored the way his voice came out slightly high.

 “Oh, okay!” Patton kindly smiled, putting the popcorn on the coffe table and looking for some space on the couch to lay down while Virgil pressed play, the show’s opening quickly filling the air and silence hanging between both. Patton stopped. Suddenly Virgil felt a shiver run across his whole body, his gaze turning to his friend, only to find the one wearing glasses staring at him intently.

 “You like tickles.”

 The word only was enough to jolt his body back to a sitting position, butterflies starting to wake up, proceeding to fly the most desperate as possible in his stomach, his brain fuzzing, crumbling for answers of How and When and What the Fuc-

 “What? NO! I mean, yes but how- when did you just…”

 “Oh!” Patton gasped and Virgil felt his whole face in flames once the realization of the shiny gleam in the other’s eyes, almost as literal stars shining, hit him. Maybe… Maybe something he had done before finally work? “That is why you initiated a Poke War? Were you trying to make me tickle you? Vee, you just needed to ask!”

 Yep. No. Nope. No way. That was definitely worse.

 Virgil tried to hide himself in his hoodie, deciding he could very much rather perish in his Lee Mood than stare at the pure love and awe gazed right in his direction. His lips curving in a shadow of a smile for a second when he pressed himself further on the furniture, noticing with a grumble leaving his mouth the only armor he owned was the cat cardigan. Hood pulled up and his face firmly pressed on his knees, he ignored the way his excited giggles started to bounce and dance in his throat, resulting in his own body bounce a bit.

 “Knock knock…” Virgil felt a light tapping on his knee.

 “Fuck off.” The hissed answer ran without letting he even think about it, too much occupied in pretending to not notice how much this position left his entire tickl- I mean, sensitive torso vulnerable and how much not seeing what was happening increased second by second the tingles and shivers crazily racing in his skin.

 “Gasp! Virgil!” The one dying in the cat cardigan internally rolled his eyes at the literally audible gasp his friend vocalized, almost being able to see the playful mood taking over his expression as it always has when they swore around him. “I should tickle you for this, Mister Potty Mouth!” Yes. Yes!! Come on, come on! “But I won’t.”

 Hey now, what.

 “What?!” His head shot upwards absurdly fast, a fact which, obviously, he would deny it to the end of his living and non-living days.

 “I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide or ignore your desire for tickles every time you have them! Especially…”

 ‘Please – see? I know how to use some freaking good words. - Please don’t say what I think you’re going to say, Patton. You’re cool, you’re a funny guy, you have good intentions but you have any ideas of what the fuck will happen??’ Virgil found himself almost pleading, the sentences already running in his head, but his lips firmly gripped in the fear to let out more than these simple words.

 “… Since I’m totally okay in tickling you! Oh, wait. Did you just squirm? Aww, Virgil!! That is so, so adorable! You’re blushing, too! Awwwwww!!! Okay, okay, okay, I’m… Imma gonna die of cuteness. You’re truly the most precious being I’ve ever met!!! Wait, what I was just saying…?” 

 ‘I will die! No! I’m already dying! See? You already accomplished what you wanted!! Let’s move on to the next damn part!’

 “Oh right!” Patton lightly hit the side of his head. “I’m glad to tickle you! Truly! All you have to do is…”

 ‘Dude, Patton, Pat-Pat, Popstar don’t…’

 “Ask me! Please, please, please!!” Virgil stared him dead in his eyes, crossing his arms, his cheeks so hot that he was surprised his face didn’t melt yet. “Aw, don’t give me that look, kiddo!” Virgil just narrowed his eyes further. Patton pouted, his ‘Puppy Eyes’ expression – more like an unfair weapon - showing and nailing cracks on Virgil’s resolution.

 They stayed like this for a while, until Patton abruptly lifted his hands, his fingers wiggling on Virgil’s direction, the movement so out of blue that catched his friend out of guard, a true yelp jumping from him before he grumpily growled and let himself fall on the cushions.

 “I can’t.”

 “Of course, you can, kiddo! I’m rooting for ya! Wanna see?” And then he started to fold and unfold his fingers, approaching them to Virgil inch by inch “Go Virge, go! Go, Virge, go! Goooo, Virgeyyyy, go!” Inch by inch. Close and then even closer. The boy with a wobbly smile in his face felt like he couldn’t tear his eyes from the movements, the butterflies seeming to freak out in his stomach in the rhythm of the cheers.

 He hides his face behind his hands. Patton was going to be the end of his existence.

 “Stohop it.” Dammit. He was breaking.

 ‘Come on, guy! You can do this!’ He internally whined.

 “Ooh, is that a beauty giggly giggle what I hear? The cheering should be working then, don’t you think?! We believe in you, Virge-poo! And we can’t wait for when we…” Virgil dared to spy the scene between his fingers, only to see Patton’s hands barely touching his sides, his fingers positioned in a claw shape. “… getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha!!” They suddenly moved, clawing unbearably away and terribly close at each couple of words.

 No. Virgil did NOT squeal nor squirmed closer to the fingers. Fuck you. Nobody asked. That is none of your business anyway.

 ‘Just… just don’t think about it! Pull it off. Like… I don’t know! Like a stupid band aid!’

 “It is going to be so much fun! I didn’t even tickle you yet and you’re already giggling excitedly! Think in all your wonderful, beautiful laughter flying everywhere when I finally tickle, tickle, tickle, tickle you silly!! You’ll be giggling up a storm! Happy gasp! Pun inserted!”

 Virgil obligated himself to take a deep breath and not stare the warm, teasy hands which were oblivious of the intern turmoil caused as they rested on his sides. Their tips very lightly, almost impossible to feel and – even more difficult to ignore - poking the ticklish skin, as if they simply couldn’t bring themselves to stay still. The one laid on the couch and yet hiding his face felt the urge to kick just to get off all the pleasantly nervous energy building up in his body.

 “Virgey-wiggly-wiggley…~”

 “TICKLEMEPLEASE!”

 Patton squeaked excited, the teasy grin immediately giving space to the joyful smile. “Of course!” He grazed his fingers up his sides to his ribcage, the nails lightly drawing circles around each one of the ribs, receiving a quick tasering in the middle of them before going up to the next one, letting for a piece of moment Virgil’s bubbly and more high-pitched giggles fill the room alone.

 The cat cardigan owner ran the tip of his fingers up and down, up and down, up and down his sides, watching in complete awe the way the other squirmed at each infinitesimal move. He stopped the movement on his right side, his eyes gleaming behind the lenses as accompanied Virgil adorably wiggling away from the reminiscent tickles, as if he tried to escape from the evil fingers scribbling in that exactly spot which connected his left side to his tummy and leaded cute, sweet titters escape from his gigantic smile.

 A devious plan shinned in his head.

 Patton ceased the tickling in order to give him a breath, smiling at the pout that didn’t take too long before blooming in the other’s features.

 He quickly poked his left side, immediately hearing quiet, bubbly giggles dance across the air as Virgil wiggled to his right, only to be warmly welcomed by scratches of one single finger on his lower back, making his breath stop so fast a snort escape. Virgil widened his eyes, his hands automatically clapping in his mouth at the same time a big, gleaming grin took over Patton’s expression. They stared at each other, fingers never stopping, squirms never ending.

 “No.” His voice was slightly wobbly, giggles beginning to intertwine his words as his friend scribbled softly again. “No no no! You are a- dON’T!- such a dork!!! No!!”

 They initiated the cycle again. Every time Virgil squirmed to escape from the left tingles to the right tickles one more finger was added to the attack, soon leaving the blushed poor victim kicking sporadically when the ten fingers resumed their light, tickly attack. “I’m going t-t-to kick you!!” and then was subdued to the snorts and squeals painting his fast titters.

 The one who wore the cat hoodie which moments before had slipped from his head in the ““fight””, now showing clearly the red strongly flaming his cheeks and the tip of his ears shook his head from side to side, the frown he tried to form being immediately won by the smile taking over his features. Virgil let himself embrace the feeling completely over, laughing freely, almost doesn’t believing this was actually happening.

 That it didn’t matter how much he tried to escape nor squirm, the tickling just followed his movements, just as all his (fake) protests didn’t stop the excited, evil teases pouring from the other’s mouth. Not to tell how only the big, happy gaze from Patton was definitely not helping in the slightest his current state at all!

 He was certain. There was no way out of this. He was going to melt and   d i e.

 And he was loving every single second of this.

 “Aww! Tickle, tickle, tickle, Virge!! Look at the happiness shining in your face!! Someone really, really loves some tickly-tickles, am I right? But don’t worry, Virgey-wiggley! I will give you all the tickles you could ever want! Like here!” He booped Virgil’s bellybutton “Here” A couple of fingers slid on his waistline “And here, and here, and here and everywhere!” Fingers flew quickly, traveling on his hips, collarbone, sides, behind his ears…

 The incapacity to know where Patton would strike next killed every single drop of coherent thoughts of his mind, which could only focus on the tickling and how much it was unbearable and everywhere and it  t i c k l e d . His giggles grew to chortles, his hands flying from his own face to lightly push Patton’s, dislocating his glasses and freeing surprised chuckles mixed with his own squeaks.

 “Virgil!!” Patton ceased the playful attack in order to retire the other’s hands off his face, before both knew they’re wrestling, laughter cutting their acts and weakening their movements. “Virge!! I will go to another spot this way!”

 In a blink of an eye one of his friend’s arms hugged his sides and Patton felt a malefic grin crawling his lips without even noticing its presence. Very much different from Virgil, who in the same heartbeat realized his mistake, using the opportunity of the instant of distraction to lightly push the cookie lover off him, quickly dashing across the house. All his instincts gleaming and sparkling the sign of ‘Survive’ in his veins.

 The only reason of what Virgil forgot about the numbness from spending so much time laid on his legs, resulting in trips that definitely made him lose some crucial speed as he encircled the couch, capturing with the corner of his eyes the scene of Patton jumping of the cushions and following his escape route. The crackling dancing in the air owned by nobody specific.

 His heart beat faster, the joy raced his nerves and made his tummy tingle in advance just for imagining the exact moment where two arms would hug him firmly yet gently from behind and his ears would be set on fire the very same moment Patton would say-

 “Gotcha, Giggly Storm! I gotcha, gotcha ya!!” Patton dug his thumbs right above Virgil’s hips, the remaining fingers clawing the poor, sensitive skin in his back, leading belly laughter to took over his friend’s sentence, his knees buckling and legs uncontrollable kicking as Patton sat with him on the floor, pressing his back on his chest and resting his head on his shoulder.

 “Patton!! Pahahatton, come on, no!” Patton just hummed, two fingers calmly walking on Virgil’s waistline. “Don’t you dare!! Don’t you fuckin- gah!” The nails began to slid in the length of the belly, going from a side to another as elected soft snorts and bouncy giggles.

 “Tickle, tickle, tickle, Virge!! Did you thought you could run away from the Tickle Monster? Poor unfortunate soul ~. Now the Tickle Monster has to give you a bunch of more ticklish tickly tickles just for this, don’t you think?!” And then Virgil felt the tickles speed up to scribbles and clawing and wiggles delivered in every inch of his tummy. Going in random patterns, drawing forms on his sweet spot, up and down, from a side to another, over and over again. Quick enough to make him sporadically squirm and kick, a rain of squeals, yelps and squeals flowing from his lips, yet soft and light enough to let him rest his head on the other’s chest and just enjoy the feeling.

 “Awww! Look at how much shaking your tum-tum is! It is probably so happy in receiving its so much craved tickle tickle tickles, right, Virgey-poo?” The answer was only a blushy Virgil hiding his face on Patton’s neck, giggling nonstop.

 “Nonono!! It’s not!” And, if that move only led to a now very exposed neck to be gifted with some special scratches? They both pretended it wasn’t on purpose.

 Patton just rolled his eyes, playfully exasperated, quietly chuckling when the other jumped with the quick squeeze delivered on his hip.

 It didn’t take long before Virgil let out his first ‘Stop’, which Patton happily obliged, don’t having the heart to move when he realized Virgil’s breath becoming calmer, his eyelashes closing as he snuggled closer to the one wearing glasses.

 The duo knew very well they would probably regret napping on the hard, cold floor later, yet none of them managed to bring themselves to care, especially when Virgil’s quiet snorts with the second tickle dream of the day lullabied Patton to an equally peaceful dream.

  [~*~]

  Random non-said thing: Patton only remembered that information because the movie they’re going to watch was one of the trilogy they were watching when Virgil gathered up enough will to tell him he likes tickling.

[leggomylino]

Rules: you can only repeat one artist and only one time, so we can all kind of spread new 🎶 to the people we tag. Try to listen to at least one of the songs people rec here.

Note by me (@poeticallyspaghetti): I may or may not be slightly breaking these rules :))) let’s call it bending because that sounds less harsh

tagged by @iiasha because she secretly was hoping I would pop off and well message received here we go 😂 ily sis 💓

1) one song you 💛 the first time you listened to and never got tired of?

This is an easy but hard one because I have a collective mass of them but the first one that came to mind was Last Call by Adib Sin feat. Redza & Eliorkid. Adib Sin from what I understand is a hidden gem of a YT music artist and if I could afford it I’d def be funding him, I love almost every song he’s created and have them purchased and downloaded on iTunes, and this one in particular I always have to sing to. It’s kind of sad but I think part of the reason I like it so much (besides the fact that it’s beautiful) is that I partially relate to it...a lot. (Update: Idk why but it’s not on YT anymore :(( but if you wanna hear a bit of it I think it’s still on iTunes?)

2) one song you 😭 every time you listen or makes you emotional?

I don’t listen to this song much for this exact reason: Awake, BTS (Jin). Now hear me out, I don’t listen to much BTS in general because while I’m a huge fan of them individually as people I only have a few of their songs that I really like. The other is Narrow by Mayday Parade. (I’m secretly hoping that SKZ’s Chan would one day sing this? I think he would sound really good and I’d be bawling my eyes out lmao).

3) one song that always makes you happy/😁?

Again I have TOO MANY, but we’re gonna go with Owl City’s Back Home. This song always brings a small smile to my face and reminds me of home, and the life I’d like to live peacefully with my family out in country. It takes me to my happy place if you will. ^^”

4) one song that you would dedicate to your best friend and/or your family?

This one wasn’t hard: Yellow, Coldplay. This is mine and my dad’s song (whether he’s aware of it or not), we always sing it together in the car.

5) one song with a production (the sounds, the beat, the mood) you 😍?

I almost went with Queen Lindsey and her badass violin for this one, but my heart brought me over to Stray Kids’ Insomnia and Awkward Silence. And a lot of their other songs. 3Racha and the boys are just talented af.

6) one song with perfect, amazing, outstanding lyrics?

I have a few yet again. I’m always paying attention to lyrics if I can help it, because the meaning of songs is really important to me. I wanted to list a bunch of Twenty One Pilots songs here but I’m saving them for the next number, so instead here I’ll list Blue Roses, Flyleaf; When It Rains, Paramore; Woodwork, Knuckle Puck. I always have to sing along with these songs.

7) one song that you would recommend to anyone?

TOP’s Holding Onto You and Tear In My Heart. And just about any other song they’ve done. Tyler and Josh are two God blessed amazing guys. Also: Elevated, State Champs. I discovered this band when I was in a low point of stress and depression and they really helped to lift my mood and be more positive. Finally, Honey and the Bee by Owl City. THIS IS THE CUTEST LOVE SONG EVERY IDC WHAT ANYONE SAYS I WANNA SING THIS WITH MY BF ONE DAYYYY IT’S JUST 😩 SO 😩😩 CUUUUUUTE 😩😩😩 okay thanks-

8) one song you don’t understand why you like so much but you do anyway?

Ummm this one I had to think about. I ended up choosing Phantom by The Story So Far because it’s not something I would normally listen to? But?? I sometimes just really like it and there’s something about it I just like and can’t explain...

9) one song that you think people, in general, wouldn’t like but you do?

I used to be really into Vocaloid just like Zero said in her post BUT I’m going with Known by Tauren Wells and Psalm 42 by Tori Kelly. I don’t think very many people in my generation listen to Christian music? Maybe it’s just the area I live in. I couldn’t go without it, I love these spiritually uplifting songs and I have many more like them.

10) one song people normally like and you don’t like or hate?

OOF I’m not sure if this is true or not but: Chicken Noodle Soup, J-Hope and Becky G?? I just. I’m sorry I’m not a fan. It’s too memey for me. (I’m not going to tag it either-) (EDIT: okay I just went back and read an article about how much this song means to him and now I feel kinda bad so I just wanna clarify I think that’s amazing and I in no way think this is a bad song it’s just not my style 😅🙈)

11) one song you would call a masterpiece?

Dandelions, Ruth B. Hands down. This song I just love so so much. It’s beautiful and I love getting lost in it.

12) one song you recently (last 30 days max) discovered and really liked it?

What Can I Do? and Man in a Movie, Day6 // Autumn Dream, N. Flying. I don’t think I have to explain these. Just listen.

13) one song you listen to to get pumped like you wanna tear down the fucking government or something?

Plum Island, Waterparks // Theater, Icon for Hire. There are more but I’m not supposed to repeat artists rip 😒💔 (EDIT: Also Smooth Seas Don’t Make Good Sailors, Neek Deep c; It’s been a hot minute since I listened to these guys, tho-- “SMOOTH SEAS DON’T MAKE GOOD SAILORS!1!1 JUMP SHIP AND HEAD FOR FAILURE1!1!!1! Find yourself a tragedy, slowly lose your sa-ni-tyyyyyyyy~” 🤗)

tagging!! @districtkai @jisungsjheekies @backhugsforhyunjin @lovesickmark @minniewoos @joully @ whoever else wants to do this <3

[therevolutionwillnot]

She Can Fly (a ranty ode to my grandma)

Grandma used to tell me when I was little, I’d take a sheet and run around the house singing, I Believe I Can Fly. I can see the movie version of myself, hair in braids, shoes off, grandma saying “Hohoooo-bapreeee.” Run to one corner “I believe I can touch the skyyy” Run to another corner “Think about it every night and dayyyy” Flying across the rooms, wings flapping “Spread my wings and fly awaaay” I run through that open door, arms flailing drastically the beat beating through my chest as it repeats until the crescendo, “I believe I can flllyyyyyy!” Fast forward and rewind a few hours backwards, Dadu is yelling at grandma. Somewhere in my head his Hindi is slapping the walls and he is the large frame of a giant who squishes my grandma into the mouse form she feels majority of the time around him. I think he slapped her at one point, but all of that is lost or fuzzy in where we don’t like to remember. This woman. This woman who raised my uncle, aunt and dad. This woman… Would say to me “Mimi do you remember the garden. You would said my garten- these are my toe-mayy-toes.” There would be a laugh in her voice, as if she could see the sun shining on my little authoritative face claiming “This is my land” in tiny toddle voice. She liked the Animal Planet Channel, America’s Funniest Home Videos (animals over humans definitely) and soap operas. All the face slapping, facial expressions, dramatic music, my grandma’s reaction. “Oh myyyyyyy.” It was the animals and videos that were the best in my book. Some baby, child thing or animal would do something irreversibly stupid, clumsy and all at the same time adorable. She would laugh. “Oh hohohohohoo oh my.” Her laughter made me laugh, I loved to watch her sit in her plastic cheap looking dollar store chair and smile. And laugh. I think those were our moments. I didn’t realize this, but she raised me. For a long time she was there and I can’t remember most of it. I don’t know those times that my cheeks must’ve ruined the tectonic equilibrium as her face would peer into mine, searching for the many ways to make those cheeks burst even more with smiles. The times we must’ve had each other best. I will not know those. We were learning about human biology, I read the passage, I got all the information-We essentially come from monkeys...or monkey-like things, my brain said. I know things, I’m twelve. What in me decided to have this conversation with my dad? What sparked this ignorance to state boldly, “Dad we come from monkeys.” Immediate downfall, the bible was talked at and thrusted into my hands. “Are you telling me your grandma comes from monkeys?” I can’t answer with a straight face, because it’s all over. The world is ending. Quietly I say, “Yes. We all do.” More fireballs thrown until our words are pure flames. My grandma is praying in the corner, I’m crying. And realized I didn’t want this. I didn’t to see her like this-don’t care about him, he’ll always be this way, but grandma. I made a day in hell for you and I’m sorry. I told her I didn’t care if he lived, one day. We were on the phone. But he was getting sick. He’s always getting sicker. She said he’s in a bad way. I propose the idea that maybe he is, and maybe we should be ready for that...and in a small voice I tell her I don’t care. She was immediately offended that I would ever say anything like that, he was your son. I know that hurt you. I never should have said that out loud to you. She reminds me of the Glass Menagerie-that fucking story always pisses me off (but you are so fragile). She would think so little of herself (you didn’t like new clothes, in fact I have some of them). I tell this story to kids I work with all the time- it’s my favorite to tell and of course I change it up a little more every time. He was outside making chicken, red, so deliciously red but it was always smokey and filled with mosquitoes. You were inside making potatoes. Sometimes you sat on the floor and chopped on this big wooden heavy chopping board with this knife that looked like a mini machete perfect for your everyday brown toddler. I asked if I could help around, you stirring, he’s flipping and drinking. You both say no. So apparently my tiny self managed to drag a sack of potatoes to the bathroom. Plop them in one by one...to which one of you noticed. The door creaks open slowly, assuming it’s just a little girl taking a large deuce (it runs in our family seriously tho), but to her surprise...her granddaughter is smushing potatoes into the toilet. I can imagine what you sounded like “Oriiiiiiii bapreee!!!!” And apparently my father walked in- this guy who loves Beevus and Butthead with the comedic level of a 15 year old boy in the 90s...yeah he laughed his ass off. Secretly struggling with the idea of how to unclog the toilet. You guys loved to tell that story and I always loved hearing it. It was during a time you were happy with him...but we both know how temporary that was. We would go on walks, I’m in middle school...I’m a teenager and you disclose to me how scared you are of him. I’ve heard him yell at you or flex in frustration. We have both seen in this in men, too many times. It’s as if Dadu just couldn’t rest and had to reincarnate himself in your son. 12 pack of beer, everytime we hung out sometimes a 20 pack. Budlight or Budweiser mostly. Every. Night. You told me he did ether one night and died. Granted he was younger...but you’d been carrying his booze problem since. It was you. Alone. With him. And when I called sometimes our secret code language of his angry presence was enough that I would get on the phone with him, make him laugh, something. Just to ease your space. But you called me one day...it had gone too far. He had alcohol poisoning and my brother was there. He had to call 911. He was crying and alone with you and him and...I wasn’t there. To help, to take over, to handle the crisis. I was so young to hear about his abuse to you. I asked my mom what if we moved you...I knew she never would. But I really wanted you gone from him. I wanted to take care of you. I wanted to know you were safe and happy. I hurt you when I didn’t call or visit. I don’t know why I didn’t, but I do, I was too lazy, I was living my life, I was like my mother. She did that to you too. I learned this from her, I take full responsibility for not seeing you, I did not see you when you were here last. I didn’t tell you the truth. Me and Al aren’t together and whe I have a kid I will most likely not be in a marriage but I’ll be happy. Because I can stop this curse of misery and pain. If I am here for anything I am here for that. You gave me love-you showed me what love looks like and that is all I can give back. We all deserve love, hurt, broken, in pieces, in full glasses of water. I’m sorry if I didn’t give it back to you. But please always know that I love you. You met Al. You said his name funny. But it was cute. I knew he wasn’t the one but I never brought a guy to meet you and you deserved to meet someone. He was my first long term relationship. I didn’t love him, but liked him a lot. I think you could tell. I think you liked watching me with a guy. You kept asking when I’d get married and start having kids. You really wanted grandkids, that’s when the very elongated “Graaanddmmaa” would creep a smile around my mouth. It was just cute that you started doing that when I was getting older. You died on the night I was out dancing on a date. It was a really nice date and I don’t know if you said this to me, but I believe you did, you told me, “You love.” And that feeling I’d always dreamed of, dancing with someone where the energy and connection are caught together to hold up the mast to swing in the storm of sound waves. There it was. That feeling. The next morning Felicia texted me. I was on the toilet. I had a great night and a great morning. I knew her text was bad. It was in my gut but I hoped...and then I read it. And I cried so hard muffling the choking sounds shoving my hands over my mouth trying to keep everything from falling apart. You were just gone...I know that’s cliche. But that was it. No will. No letter. No words left for me or anyone. You didn’t exist, you weren’t coming back. And I didn’t say anything to you, I didn’t say any of these things to you because I let him take you and our family didn’t have words for you. They held nothing in your name, no funeral or church event. I didn’t fight for you because I thought I was too small. I should’ve fought for you because no one else did. I was strong enough for you, I was strong enough to fight them off to let them know that you mattered, that you gave me strength and inspiration in this world to fight for my existence. I never told you that I wrote a paper about you for my English class in high school. A very influential teacher, this old white dude read my words about you. Just you and your superhuman ability to survive this world and still have room to smile and laugh. The hug you gave me more which was always more than three times when we would say goodbye. I loved saying goodbye to you. He left me a message, that I was a very talented writer and should follow this road, this path… I never told you, that you gave me that moment, I was proud to exist to feel purposeful in this world. I wrote about the smell of turmeric, onion, curry, garlic in your salwar, the Amla you combed through your hair and always braided. The way you said, “Ow.” and made such a painful yet comical face. The way cilantro chili pepper eggs in roti were simple and yet savory as ever like your dahl, your fried fish, anything you cooked. Your heart that gave away so much love and you only got so much in return. You gave me love and I am so thankful for all that you have been in my life, my Grandma. These are my words for you.

[elleiam]

The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

Now that the semester is coming to an end, I thought I’d share some short snippets about my students from the past semester, since they are the reason I am here. Many ETAs have cute stories with individual students, or have built up good relationships with certain groups. Some ETAs go to schools where students are constantly in love with them, where students actively want to engage with them or will seek them out in the teachers’ office. I don’t have that. My middle schoolers are shy and my school is too big. I haven’t been able to develop many individual relationships with students, and I rarely have any kind of interaction with them outside the classroom other than an enthusiastic wave in the hallway.

At the same time, I love my students. I don’t feel like I haven’t connected with my students. I’ve learned many of their names (like 10% but you know what I’m proud) and I feel like they are mostly willing to talk to me or share fun stories about their day. My students give me the impression that they feel comfortable around me and that’s all I ask for. It’s a very healthy teacher-student relationship and though it is not one of lifelong friends or “omg having the best time of my life at my beautiful school with beautiful students,” I thoroughly enjoy teaching them and being in class with them every day. My students manage to give me reasons to smile every day.  

This post also includes some of the more headache-inducing things I’ve had to deal with over the past four months, though, because otherwise I don’t think it’d be an accurate portrayal of what this semester has been like. My middle school is crazy and the reality is I do have to deal with students talking and not paying attention on a daily basis #sendhelp.

The Good

Student shoves a thermos in my face and goes “TEACHER DRINK PLEASE.” She does this at least five more times throughout the class, just begging me to drink this mysterious beverage. “TEACHER HOT OH SO COLD TODAY. HOT, SO GOOD. TEACHER DRINK. TEACHER PLEASEEEEE.” I did not drink it, but turns out she straight up had ramen soup in her thermos!

Class 106 comes in today and just goes “teacher last class ㅠ ㅠ ㅠ ㅠ,” and one student just kept turning his head (I was standing at the back of the class for presentations) and looked at me longingly. All the boys kept waving at the end of class as they left, MY HEART.

We played a thanksgiving game where they steal feathers and team Ice Blaster officially ran out of feathers, but another third year still wanted to steal from them so he just yells “TEACHER! Take the snood! The snood!” I had just taught them this word, it’s the hanging neck skin of a turkey. When I said you can’t take the snood, he just says “Okay, teacher, take my feather.” “Your own teams?!?” “Yes, last one, gg.”

Class 107, one girl avoided speaking English to me or doing anything all class by just constantly saying “선생님 너무 귀엽다” “진짜...어떻게 쌤 너무 귀여워요” (Teacher is so cute. Really... how is teacher so cute?) I see what you did there but I accept because that’s adorable thank you

Class 303 played the music game and when 뿜뿜 (bboom bboom) by Momoland came on, 95% of the class started doing the dance moves just in their seats. It was so cute

In class 103, two of my worst troublemakers saw me struggling with passing out papers because their Korean handwriting is a mess and they offered to help. They were actually very efficient and serious about it, I was so taken aback

My class 102 troublemakers (a group of around 6) all finished their posters early and were running around the classroom, but when I gave them a word search they all sat down and did it like whaaa

A third year fell asleep but his friend said “Teacher, he is number one in Gakri. Please, let him sleep. He needs it.” Well, I can’t argue with that (turns out he’s going to the science high school in Sejong so yea he’s really smart)

After watching parks and rec in class 105 the quietest student in the class came up to ask me what the show was called so he could watch on his own

One class 106 student says hi to me every time he sees me and helps clean up the classroom. Granted, he always asks for plus points after but it still warms my heart

I walk into class 103 and over half the class just starts singing “Beautiful liiiiife. Beautiful dayyyy” because that’s what I played at the school festival

One girl in class 107 was literally the only girl to repeat after the textbook recording, and we shared a defeated laugh together before I had to go get the attention of the other girls

Called two girls in class 108 my rockstars and every time they saw me for the next month they’d pose and yell “rockstars!”

One of my favorites in class 109 asked me for my phone number so shyly so that we can keep talking after classes are over

Sweet sweet students yelling and cheering during rehearsal when I played flute at the festival, then one third year sees me, stops, and just goes, “oh teacher. Good. High five.” The highest praise amiright

Every time we play a game in class 301 the same group of boys are known as the “four/five black cows”

One third year gave me a ball point pen with a random idol on it as a gift

Saw a third year outside on a Sunday at 5:30 am, turns out he was playing video games. I was surprised because rather than ignoring me he actually called my name to say hi

The Bad:

My first years draw things like a monkey with pubic hair and dicks or their classmates’ (not friends’) faces as super ugly devils and just write sexy everywhere

They draw on the desks in permanent marker, like not just a small drawing but an entire paragraph... how am I supposed to clean that

The first years yell  “Your face is ugly” constantly during one student’s presentation

For some reason class 6 loves guessing vocab words but one kid is very advanced and knows all of them, but they actually get collectively angry at him for not being quiet and letting them guess, and it makes me feel bad

Sometimes my students will curse so ferociously at each other just across the room in the middle of class

They’ll lock my coteacher out of the classroom  

They’ll randomly leave class for 10 minutes or just wander the halls

Some quotes from my class planner where I record things after every class

“this class makes me want to rip my hair out sometimes”

“So I decided to record today's class because they were so loud and I wanted to compare it to the other class I recorded, but turns out the other class I recorded was also this class” 

“I think I hate them”

“Wow this class is a mess”

“This class was a disaster today”

“Coteacher kept giving me super pity eyes, like oh man the things you have to deal with. She didn't even try to discipline them, I think she was just so over it. Me too.”

The Ugly:

I got caught in the crossfire and got spit on my a boy about to lose his mind during a particularly bad fight

One kid just stood at the front of the classroom for 10 minute crying and I didn’t know what to do

I think the good really does outweigh the bad, but sometimes if I teach three classes in a row where no one is listening it really does get to you. I think my vocal chords are damaged from yelling at my students all the time. My voice still sounds fine on a day to day basis, but I sort of lose my voice so much faster than I did in the past.

Next semester I’ll try to document more of the good that happens, since I didn’t really do that this semester and sometimes the bad sticks out more than the good. But all in all, I am very satisfied with how this semester went and always always so much love to my students.

[tayegi]

i have so many theories right now...what if the guys are just trying to win a bet set on the oc? or maybe jk just doesn’t realize he likes the oc and mistakes his own actions as platonic ones? also, as readers, we see the story through the oc’s eyes so we focus on that angst part at the end of chap9, but then again, the oc has stated multiple times to hoseok and so many people that her and jk would never be more. whatever she went trough there, jk could have been trough the same a million times.

ahhhh you guys are the best!!! srsly i am so honored to have so many thoughtful, lovely, incredible asks theorizing about the plot and what jk’s intentions are!!! i would love to respond to each and every one of them, but unfortunately, i am unable to confirm or deny anything!

But i think these are super interesting and i’ve read all of them, and i’d love it if other ppl did as well! MORE ASKS UNDER THE CUT: 

Anonymous said:I know Hoseok wasn’t in this chapter but I feel like Hoseok is gonna play her like jk did and she’s gonna be left in the dust with no one and resort to being even more icy. Jungkook has a lot of problems and it’s really evident that he likes her in that way. Fuckbois are really something else man. They get scared of affection yet lead girls on and make them scared of it. It’s like a constant cycle of insecurity. Damn I wish she was with jimin. He would’ve provided all the love and affection

Anonymous said:lmao why is everyone assuming jk will never change and that he’s going to be an Evil Fuckboi™️ forever. like, we can see how the oc changed throughout the story, so why y’all thinking jk can’t do the same. the story isn’t over, there is more to learn, and the oc and jk have more development to go through. anyway, deep in my heart I’m hoping they’ll get a happy ending 💜

Anonymous said:Why do I get the feeling that Jungkook has slight romantic feelings towards the oc but his fear of not wanting to get hurt outweighs those thoughts. I don’t know though I might be completely off😫Thank you for the update!

Anonymous said:I tried reading the story in JK's POV and I cant help but feel as if he isnt the one at fault for making OC cry. Yes, he rejected her but he's known as a fkboy. He stated clearly that he didn't want a relationship, he thought OC knew that clearly. Thus he thought they were just friends. All the things he said was misinterpreted into a romantic way cause people kept forcing OC to view their relationship romantically. I felt that if ppl didnt do that, OC wldnt have developed feelings for him.

carlyangel123 said:Ok everyone is saying that Jungkook hasn't changed at all and I'm not saying like oh yall wrong or anything😂. But I think, based on Jungkook's showcase of clinginess and affectionate actions through the past chapters, that he HAS fallen for the OC. However, bc of his past (not wanting to go through another possible heartbreak), his assumption the OC would never like him, and just maybe insecurities that he's denying it and forcing himself to be indifferent like the OC did in the beginning.🤔🤔

Anonymous said:Nah nah nah nah lu i refuse to believe that everything jungkook did was all platonic but through oc’s eyes we saw as romantic. Im trying to remember everything he’s done for her and trying to see it from a platonic pov but i cant. So here’s my conclusion: jk likes oc but during the car ride and seeing his hand in hers he had a realization and became fearful of being hurt like he was before. Thats why he put his barriers up again CUZ LIKE HOW COULD THAT BE THE SAME JK I JUST ALDJSKAHALA

Anonymous said:Jin was an ass who only wanted sex, cheated on y/n and didn't care for her, many people think that Jk may've gone through something similar with his ex, but I think JK's ex was totally different, she was in fact... the opposite. Possessive, wanted to be with jk all the time, didn't let him breath, etc... That's why he doesn't want a relationship, he suffered the opposite extreme of what the oc suffered with jin, also this would mean the oc is the complete opposite to jk's ex aka why he likes her

Anonymous said:i’m analyzing NR again and just a theory of my own: jk’s relationship with his ex girlfriend started as a fwb type and jk was the one to develop feelings first, and at first it was good and then severely went downhill? this theory is probably far from correct, but i was just piecing together the fact that he hates hookup culture, but is able to engage in it with OC, maybe jk just wanted the physical emotion or OC reminds jk of his ex? anyways i’m enjoying the story so so much! best wishes lu 💜

Anonymous said:Wait so like OC got reminded of Jin when she met JK, so I thought that maybe JK saw himself in OC? Bc sometimes they REALLY think alike.. Idk man I just had this idea.. I LOVE YOU SO DAMN MUCH LU HAVE A NICE DAYYYY–❄️🐰

Anonymous said:I've been thinking about oc's relationship with seokjin and jk's with his ex gf. We don't know anything about her except two things: the oc reminded jk of her (as jk reminded her of seokjin) and the "don't leave me like she did" he said while drunk. If seokjin helped oc build who she is and what she wants in a relationship, we could say that maybe jk wants something that lacked in his previous relationship, like emotional support or a caring hand. It matches oc's Ice Queen reputation a bit to me

Anonymous said:Omg jks roues are definitely along the lines of “dont fall for anyone”

Anonymous said:so like, i feel as tho hyejin plays a more important role than we’re realizing. why does she seem so obsessed with jk if everyone knows he’s a fuckboy who doesn’t do relationships? why does she think she’s different? why does she think she has a chance? unless they already have a history we don’t know about...?? 🤔

Anonymous said:Personally, I wasn‘t that surprised about Jungkook not feeling the same way as OC. I don‘t blame him, he was honest from the very beginning with her. At the same time, I cannot blame OC either for feeling the way she does. Hookup culture leads you to believe that the person you‘re sleeping with should not care for you. I assume that OC interpreted the signals from JK in the wrong way, and thought he might love her when, in reality, he does care about her, but not in the way she wants. (1) ☀️

Anonymous said:JK has found smn he can talk to, and share smth else beyond sex. At the very end, I think OC might be the one who will push him outside his shell but not necessarily be the one he will fall in love with. (2)☀️

Anonymous said:I feel like oc and Jungkook might be on the same wavelength but because Jungkook clearly hasn’t gotten over his ex and whatever happened he might be pushing oc away. Plus the fact he even wants to stay friends with her is quite sweet in itself. It shows he genuinely cares about her, but probably isn’t ready to have any sort of relationship. You haven’t mentioned him having any female friends either so all of that skinship he does with oc might just be his way of being friendly??

Anonymous said:I feel like Jungkook is not over his ex and maybe he will end up with her, maybe he really does like the OC for the sex and the friendship. That's all.

Anonymous said:What if JK still likes his ex? :O

Anonymous said:Hummm sometimes I feel like in the end they're just going to be experiences for each other. I mean the OC and JK, maybe they will have none relationship at all, not friendship nor fuck buddies nor bf and gf...

dodoesdidwill said:Hyejin's line "You are really good at skating. I'm amazed" what? No way he was practicing after OC took him to skate, right? There must be something we don't know yet...

Anonymous said:Ok, if "New Rules" has taught me anything, it's to NOT judge a book by its covers. I judged Mijoo too harshly & things weren't as they seemed. Not repeating the same mistake with Kook. He was obviously hurt by someone in the past, just like the OC. Sooo... Maybe OC is not the only one with new rules? Maybe Kook was so hurt, one of his rules is to not fall in love again, or to ever put himself in a vulnerable position to be hurt again? Idk but I don't think he's that much of a dickwad

Anonymous said:Okay, so you said that we've been seeing JK through the OC's perspective and that we need to sort through the facts and her assumptions. What the anon who talked about JK having FWBs for the intimacy said really made sense to me and I thought about the fact that, if my memory serves me correctly, we've only seen JK with the OC. We have no way of knowing how he's acted in other FWB relationships. Maybe this is how he's been with all of them??? I dunno.

Anonymous said:i think new rules! jk likes OC too. this thing going on between them isn't just platonic. but the problem is, he really doesn't want to invest in a relationship, as some sort of defense mechanism (kind of like repression maybe?) i can't wait to find out more about his past and see exactly how it's correlating with his actions rn. I'm super hooked in your story lu! you never fail to deliver as always 💜

Anonymous said:I think jk is just as scared of what he feels for oc as oc is scared of what she feels for jk. Like I think oc already went through a ‘I need to protect myself from my feelings for him’ phase and I think jk is going through that now after their time at the hotel. I think he realized that he likes her a lot more than he realized and after coming back he’s trying to shut his feelings so he doesn’t go through whatever happened with his ex again

Anonymous said:JK said he hated hookup culture yet he partakes in it. My theory is that he might've done the same as OC has now done. Maybe had a sort of fwb relationship with his ex and subsequently fell for them, and they broke his heart. But again, idk if that's enough for someone to want to abstain from romantic relationships forever, though it does depend on the person. I'm probably wayyyy off but it's worth a shot :')

[team-adults-blog]

4.02 Heavy Lies the Crown

More reactionary that the last one. Long. Buckle Up, Kids. 

Poor Ilian. But what a great origin story amiright? Tragic. Also appreciating the simple face tattoos that seem to be done by family? His brother had the same ones. It could be clan, but Mr. Ambassador later in the episode has dumb eyebrow arc ones (Octavia should stab him for that alone. Plus he’s talkin shit the whole episode). So those are my thoughts. If you reallllllyyyy want to think about it, it might be a familial tattoo passed down through the mother’s lineage because Ilian’s mom has the same ones too- more woman leaders and power on The 100. Digging it.

aaaahhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHaaaaaaOOOOoooo. And repeat.

KABBY SEX. HOLY BAJOBIEE. I was NOT emotionally prepared for this immediately after a commercial break. It makes sense, staging wise, but Look at him there in bed with heart eyes. Here I am sitting all heart eyed. Hot damn.

“You… are a terrible influence” Ok. So this is NOT their first time folks. Waaayyyy to casual. It screams we’ve done this before and we’re going to do it again >>I’m late to go see Roan.

One side of me is yelling FINALLY. The other side is glaring at the writers for this scene. Like COME ONNNN. After 3 seasons (maybe not intended so much in S1) of hurt and comfort, character growth, and angst, you give me this???? I’m down with the slow burn but you don’t get to (here’s my not great metaphor) roll the boulder down the cliff and let me catch a glimpse of the cliff it’s going towards (aka chipped Abby jumps Kane’s bones), but still have it be a mile away. And then BAM. The boulder is now gently rolling through some green meadow at the bottom of the cliff. I DON’T THINK SO. What I wanted: to see the boulder go airborne. Emotions have built to the breaking point. [cut to commercial] Boom.The aftermath. This scene following the break. A BEFORE AND AFTER THE EXPLOSION. THE FALLING OFF THE CLIFF. I’M NOT ASKING TO SEE THE ENTIRE JOURNEY FROM THE TOP OF THE CLIFF TO THE BOTTOM (this is still the CW, after all). I’m asking for pretty typical TV sex scenes. Where was the missing lead in?

At the same time, it is nice to see them comfortable and happy with each other. It doesn’t mean I don’t feel a little cheated...

THE RINGS. This is so so so so so soooo important. There was not a single scene in S3 where Abby was not wearing her and Jake’s rings on that chain around her neck. They’ve been setting up this symbol for a while in anticipation of THIS SCENE!!!!!! Kabby definitely needed to talk about Jake at some point, and this is how a lot of the fandom saw that going down:

a) Marcus sees the rings and feels guilty, and says something to the degree of “I’d never ask you to take them off” because. Respect. Or (this is more of the guilt part) because he doesn’t think he’s as good of a man as Jake was. Abby says he’s a good guy too. He’s changed. He’s grown. A sexy beard. But actually he’s a better person too.

b) Abby feels guilty that she’s betraying Jake’s memory, or pressure to take the rings off.

c) A Combo.

And the Winner is: C

Abby with a wave of emotion as she picks up the rings. Good ‘ol perceptive Kane reading her and knowing what/why she’s feeling this way, saying, “Jake’s a part of who you are.” AND PUTTING THEM BACK ON FOR HER. THE BEST GUY RIGHT HERE. THE ABSOLUTE BEST. BRYAN CAN SUCK IT.

Beard stroke. Kiss from the season 4 promo. A+ writing. Covering all the emotional bases. This should be 50% of the show in my humble opinion.

[later]

Dad!Kane and Octavia to save the dayyyy warn Roan about the dumb ambassador from Trishanakru. Dad!Kane needs save this boy from bad-tattoo-faced ambassador. What’s one more kid? 

[End of they day] Kabby reunites. “One simple task and I’m failing you.” You’re breaking my lil’ heartttt. Diplomacy is hard lil’ marco but you’re good at it. Give it more than once conversation. You have a great deal of experience dealing with stubbornness, remember?

The difference in their faces when Abby tells Kane she can’t help Roan. Kane, mr. perceptive, in the flesh is sad, but gets it. She needs to be useful, so she has to leave Polis and him, to go back to Arkadia. “to Clarke” THIS GUY. The best. He knows. He gets it. A keeper. Okokokokok. So Abby has clearly been staring out the window mentally preparing herself for this conversation and has shut down some of her emotions in preparation. Hence open but distant body language and face. Kane is sad. Ian is very good at that expression. and all of them, honesty. complexity is important.

He looks down. One last glimpse of the boobs, no doubt. Just kiddingggg. Who knows? He notices THE RINGS are missing and swipes her hair thinking they’re covered. NOPE. THEY  NOT HIDING. THEY GONE. “Your necklace…” AH QUESTIONING. IS THIS WHAT I THINK IT IS? Yes, yes it is. Abby decided to take them off while she was alone. That to me is key. She’s taking them off for her. Because she’s ready. Not for any other reason. She can’t say it. But he understands. REALLY NICE HUG. I want a hug that nice. From anyone really. Canon: Marcus Kane is an understanding mind reader which makes him a GREAT diplomat. Pass it on.

[Octavia kills bad-tattoo-faced ambassador from Trishanakru, I know his name is Rafael, but his nickname is more fun for me] Dad!kane knows his kids. Last season it was Boris hurting his heart. Now Octavia. Also kudos to him for knowing what’s up. Kane INSTANTLY is wary and looks at Octavia when bad-tattoo-faced ambassador is missing. The ways she killed him was really smart. He should be proud she’s becoming such a good assassin. She gives herself away though- she’s got zero remorse or chill. Dad sigh. Ilian knows. Echo knows. Rumors gon fly.

I like that everyone is doing what they do best this episode:

Dr. Abby

Problem solver Raven

Ambassador Kane being diplomatic

Badass Octavia

Clarke lying (lol what a drag) and also being a leader. Eliza has one pouty face so far this season and is it bad that it makes me laugh? I’m sorry….

Jasper calling Clarke OUT! and singing

Bellamy having to make the tough call. Officially back to Bellamy from Boris. Also being big bro to some random child 10/10. 

Jaha giving speeches

When the pacing is at a nice speed, and everyone is acting in ways that make sense for their characters to act. The episode turns out really well.

Other Thoughts

Who the fuckkkk is Riley?

Um. Bryan has a cool back scar and should listen to Nate more. His morals are iffy. Where’s Miller senior? What does he think about this boy? Why does Bryan try to get Monty to kill the grounder. Monty is better than revenge and you should know that by now if you think you know Miller so well. Don’t be fucking rude. #Minty

I wish my hair looked as good as Harper’s side braid and crown. Chelsey is a babe.

Poor Lindsey is fit AF and never gets to go run around with the adventure squad because Murphy shot Raven. Yay Raven being a reluctant leader and missing Sinclair. And being savage to Jaha. His ass suddenly became an engineer so he cout be plot relevant this season, smh. He was one before being chancellor. He’s smart, sure, and I can’t see him being in the guard or anything so it fits well enough. 

I dislike Jaha. Disclaimer: I dislike Isaiah Washington as a person. However, the speech he gave Clarke was solid advice. Isaiah’s good at playing pious/arrogant/condescending characters. This season, I would like Jaha to make himself useful and not run over everyone else’s opinions. It’s also important to point out that Jaha was chipped the longest, and while he did go looking for the CoL and probably thought taking the chip was a great idea, ALL of his actions while chipped should be seen as a chipped Jaha’s actions. We don’t know his character background as well as we know others. Because we know so much about other characters who were chipped and that they’d never do the things that they did, we have no problem going back to the way we saw them before. Jaha is an exception to this because 1) we don’t really know what he would do, so we have a hard time separating his actions. I personally think Abby is the best example of the separation. As a doctor, she’s against hurting people. Chipped she ends up causing physical harm to the two people she cares the most about on Earth (I like to think of Raven and Jackson as her adopted kiddos and the next two on the list, who also happen to be the reason she takes the chip in the first place #poorabbs) AND 2) lots of people dislike the character to begin with, so it’s easy to keep blaming him, as Raven does. If Jaha were to humble himself and offer good guidance, I could see his character making a comeback.

The episode title is a misquote of Shakespeare and I find it so satisfying that Thelonious frickin Jaha, mr. pretentious, fucks that up. (He’s the one who actually says the line- to Clarke)

4.01: Lexa laid to rest. Respectfully.

4.02: Jake laid to rest. Respectfully. I hope Abby gives Clarke the necklace when she gets back to Arkadia. 

4.03: Wells? I think it’s still too fresh and early for Octavia to lay Lincoln to rest. Redemption path Jaha needs to talk about his son?

Next week: Dr. Abby goes to save luna and the boat people!