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ladykailitha · 8 months

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Never Hold Back Your Step... Part 1

Here is it is. Book 2 of The Boy With a Bat and I'm posting it on the anniversary of the first chapter of "Can Anybody See Me?" I couldn't pass up the opportunity do so, you know? If you haven't read that yet, I would recommend it.

This one starts up almost immediately after the last one ended. And I do have four chapters written.

This story will go through to the end of season 3.

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The weather started to warm and the Harringtons were away for longer and longer stretches of time. So to say that Steve was happy would be an understatement.

He used that open period to do his homework so that he had more time to practice his swimming. It was inevitable that Eddie would cotton on to the glaringly obvious gap in Steve’s swim practice. As in despite having a large pool of his own, Steve would practice at the school or on the weekends at the community center.

At first the excuse of it being too cold to swim in the outdoor pool, that fell away to the warmer weather. Thankfully it was the last meet of the season, and the team had gotten to state.

Steve hadn’t even bothered to tell his parents that the swim team had a chance at nationals. That they had been that good. Nope. He told Wayne Munson and Claudia Henderson though. Those were the adults he really wanted to see there. Not Clint and Marilyn Harrington. Of course Joyce and Hopper were told, too. But Claudia had become more like his mother and Wayne, the father figure he had always wanted.

Eddie had avoided the swim meets for the most part. Not because he didn’t want to support Steve. He did. The problem was the *ahem* uniform for the boys’ swim team. It consisted of one cap, one pair of goggles and the tiniest Speedo known to man. Or at least known to Eddie. He could barely handle his boyfriend in the booty shorts the basketball team wore, the Speedo was just too much for his poor developed teenaged brain.

But through begging, bribing, and blow jobs, Eddie was at that meet.

Thankfully he wasn’t sandwiched between Uncle Wayne and Claudia Henderson. Nope, Marty and Janice had come, too. The rest of them couldn’t get out of their classes to come but they all told Steve they were rooting for him.

Steve walked out in the green Speedo (being the ‘away’ team) cap. The white framed goggles perched on his head. He spoke briefly to coaches Hall and Hastings. And then turned to wave at the enthusiastic crowd. Claudia had gotten Dustin excused from school and Nancy and Jonathan were there as members of the school news paper.

All in all not a bad turnout for the boy who thought that 1985 was going to be as bad as 1984 had been. He thought he was going to end the year with no girlfriend, no friends, and no future. But that all changed with Eddie Munson deciding he was worth having. First as a friend and then as a boyfriend.

The boyfriend thing was still being kept on the down low as they were still in high school and Steve’s dad was just too big of a wild card to tell people that might get word back to him. Steve felt bad. Because it meant that Dustin and the other kids didn’t know about him and Eddie. Well...he was pretty sure Max had figured it out and maybe El, too. But everyone else was told that they were strictly bros.

A lie Eddie was surprisingly okay with. The last thing he wanted was Steve to get another concussion and if Billy and his gang scented blood in the water before, it would be a literal blood bath if Steve was even hinted at being in a relationship with another boy. Tommy and Billy could taunt all they wanted as long as there wasn’t any proof, they were fine.

It made Steve itch. But even he knew better than to scratch it.

He took a deep breath and stepped up to the starting block. He got in position and lowered his goggles. Out of the corners of his eyes he could see the other competitors look at each other, sizing each other up. But Steve was focused. He put his head down and took a deep breath. He loved the butterfly stroke. It worked his shoulders in a way that helped round out his strengths.

The whistle blew and they were off. Distantly he could hear people screaming his name and cheering him on every time he broke the water. He smiled and doubled his efforts. He touched the pad and the whistle blew. He then looked around at his competitors and saw to his satisfaction that he had definitely finished first.

Steve could hear Dustin freaking out in the stands. He pulled the goggles off his eyes and placed them on his head. He wiped the water out of his face and he looked to the stands.

Wayne was asking Claudia a question and she was explaining it animatedly. Steve grinned. He pulled himself out of the water and listened to the judges give the times. It was no record by any means, but it was much faster than his peers.

He stood up and Coach Hall raised his hand up. All his team members came up to him and cheering excitedly. Even the ones that he had beaten.

Steve sat on the sidelines and waited for the relay to start. That was his final event. He was first, followed by two other boys, Lyle and Nick, and then Ezra. Steve and Ezra were the teams two fastest swimmers and bookended the relay team.

Finally they were up. He looked up at the stands again. The most important people in Steve’s life were up there cheering him on. He got into position and pulled his goggles down. He zipped through the water like an otter and was soon tapping out for the next swimmer. He quickly got out of the way and was shocked to see that other team wasn’t even close. As each boy popped out of the water and looked at how far they were in front of the other team, they would start to jump up and down excitedly.

Soon it was the three of them waiting for Ezra to finish. There was no doubt they won. The question was whether or not they had beat the state record. Ezra tapped the board and hopped out of the water.

They waited in silence as the other team finished their run and got out of the pool. The judge must have had a flare for the dramatic as he read the other team’s time first. Steve and his team wrapped their arms around each other as they waited for the time.

Finally it was read.

“A new state record!” the judge called out.

Steve and his team started screaming and cheering.

“And thereby qualify for the regionals that will be held in Chicago this year in two weeks!” the judge continued.

They made it!

Steve looked up at the stands and the entire section that held the Hawkins fans were on their feet. Even Eddie had been lost in the sea of fans screaming their lungs out.

After he had showered and got the chlorine out of his hair, he walked out to all his friends waiting for him. They were holding up signs and cheering. Even Nancy and Jonathan were waiting for him.

“Steve, that was amazing, man,” Jonathan said. He snapped a a couple of pictures that left Steve blinking from the flash.

Nancy hugged him and then straightened out her skirt. She cleared her throat and said as professionally as possible, “Weekly Streak, as co-captain of the team, how does it feel making regionals for the first time in the school’s history?”

“Me and Ezra Wincott are both proud of how well our players did,” Steve said after shaking his head a little. “We’re disappointed that no one in the individual events made it, but grateful that we made it to state. It was an honor to compete.”

“Will the school be raising the money for the team to go?” Nancy asked.

Steve covered his wince with a half smile. This was a hotly contested subject between them about where school funds went. She thought that more money should go to arts like theater and the newspaper, of course.

“I wouldn’t know,” he said and pursed his lips. He licked a stripe over his upper lip and Eddie winced.

Eddie wondered if Nancy was familiar with Steve’s tell that he was seriously annoyed. Judging from her expression, probably not.

“It’s up to the administration where the funds go,” Steve said, dryly. “However, if it will help Lyle or Nick have the chance to go, I’m sure my parents would be willing to pay for me to go regardless of the school’s ability to fund the trip.”

Nancy and Eddie both scoffed, but they didn’t say anything.

“Any word on elections for next years captain or captains?” Nancy asked.

“We’ll be holding them after nationals,” Steve said. “Coaches Higgins and Hall have opted to continue with the co-captains as they have in the past few years.”

“Are you disappointed that none of the girls made it to state?” Nancy asked.

Eddie and Steve exchanged a glance over her head of exasperation. “Co-captains Laura Gilbert and Denise Portman led the girls to a great season. It was unfortunate that they went against better teams. The hope next year is that they are getting six new members next year that will freshen up the team.”

“And how many boys will be joining the team next year?”

Steve crossed his arms and licked his upper lip again, and it sent a not nice shiver down Eddie’s spine. He could tell that he was getting upset with Nancy’s questions.

“Not as many,” Steve said, knowing that was exactly why she asked. She was gloating that the girls were getting more players next year. “Only four. Which considering we’re losing six this year is quite the blow.”

“Just one last question,” Nancy said a sneer on her face. “Who are you celebrating with tonight?”

Everyone went dead silent. Steve wasn’t sure if she was being obtuse or if she was trying to out him, but it wasn’t appropriate by any stretch of the imagination.

“Friends and family,” Steve said with a sinister smile.

Nancy turned of the recorder and stuck it in her pocket. Both Eddie and Steve opened their mouths to protest, but Jonathan beat them to it.

“What the fuck was with that last question?” he growled as he packed away his camera.

Nancy rolled her eyes. “The school’s student editor is one of Tommy’s ilk and wanted me to ask it off all the people I interviewed, but especially Steve.”

“You do realize that only seven people in the whole school read the school newspaper, right?” Eddie asked. “Like everyone I know tosses it the second it gets handed to them.”

Nancy rolled her eyes. “Well maybe you guys should. It’s not just sports you know. The debate team also made it to state. The drama club got invited to perform at the drama conference with ‘Yours, Yours, Yours’ and a dozen other things that you would know if you read the only paper in town that cared about that sort of thing.”

Steve and Eddie looked at Marty and Janice and then back at Nancy.

“You do realize that that last example was a piss poor one right?” Steve asked, waving his hand to include Eddie, Janice and Marty. “We were all part of the play in some way. Of course we knew about the invite.”

Nancy rolled her eyes. “Okay, so that was a bad example. But you know what I mean.”

“It’s not the end of the world, Nance,” Dustin said. “You’re destined for greatness at some big name paper.”

Nancy blushed. “Thanks!”

Eddie smiled. “Come on, sweetheart. Uncle Wayne and I have celebration plans for you, big boy.”

Steve grinned. “Is Wayne going to barbecue like he’d been teasing all winter?”

Wayne laughed. “Not quite warm enough for that yet. I promise, once it is, I’ll blow your god damn mind.”

Steve laughed.

“No,” Claudia said with a smile. “We’re going for milk shakes at the diner. Best celebration there is.”

Steve high-fived Dustin.

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effervescentdragon · 2 months

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My audience is God, because who the hell else could understand me? Who else has been dead twice?

Or: In July, we turn sorrow to joy. Happy Birthday beloved @saecookie 🩷

sources, in more or less correct order:

poetry&prose quotes: Title from Margaret Atwood - Half-hanged Mary // Andrea Gibson -The Madness Vase // X // Richard Siken // Catherynne M. Valente - Deathless // sae's tags on an amyXrory post // Erin Hunter - The First Battle // Friedrich Nietzsche // Haruki Murakami - Dance Dance Dance // X // Rafael Alberti - Paradise Lost // Star Wars Episode V: The Empire Strikes Back // Franz Wright - East Boston, 1996; Night Walk // Richard Siken // last quote unknown, i keep getting bible results

Doctor Who transcripts from episodes: 2x9 The Satan Pit // 1x13 The Parting of the Ways // 6x13 The Wedding of River Song // 4x9 Forest of the Dead // Christmas Special: The Husbands of River Song // 8x1 Deep Breath // 7x13 The Name of the Doctor // 50th Anniversary Special: The Day of the Doctor // 6x7 A Good Man Goes to War // 1x2 The End of the World // 11x1 The Woman Who Fell to Earth // 60th Anniversary Special: Wild Blue Yonder // 11x9 It Takes You Away // 60th Anniversary Special: The Giggle // Christmas Special: Twice Upon A Time // 50th Anniversary Special: The Time of the Doctor // 9x12 Hell Bent

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nyxsbotwtapestry · 2 years

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happy birthday to this wip

can't believe it been a year and one day (⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠;⁠)

some more guardians today yay

before after

336 stitches in 1 h 40 min

24.7% done

#yes that is a tangerine #i didn't have any cake #happy 1 year anniversary #botw tapestry #cross stitch #botw #breath of the wild #legend of zelda #embroidery #the legend of zelda #daily update #full picture

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whateverisbeautiful · 2 months

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♥️Reveling in Richonne - TOWL

#1: The Hand (1.01)

The level of excitement, anxiety, joy, and anticipation I felt just before pressing play on the TOWL premiere was so high. My Richonne was finally coming back. 🥹 And man did they just snatch my heart for an entire hour with their return. I already knew seeing them again would be euphoric, but it was even more than I could have guessed. And the TOWL premiere dives right in with a very emotional, wild, and impactful first few minutes...

When deciding on a deadline for having these RIR: Towl Edition posts ready, I figured today, July 22, would be a great kickoff day since it's the anniversary of when The Ones Who Live was first announced at SDCC. 👌🏽😊

I remember where I was the day I first saw the TOWL announcement in 2022. I was in the middle of moving to a new place and saw an article pop up on my phone with a picture of Andy and Danai hand in hand at Comic-Con. I was just happy to see them.

And then I looked down at the article’s headline and saw they were there to announce that there would be a Rick and Michonne miniseries. 🤩 I was already overjoyed by that, but then, my joy just skyrocketed even more when I saw that they were coming back specifically for a miniseries focused on Rick and Michonne’s “epic love story” with Andy, Danai, and Scott as co-creators and executive producers. 😍

I knew we were about to have an absolute feast with this show our captains cooked up - and feast we most certainly did. This 6 episode miniseries is a six-course meal. 🍽

And I think TOWL is excellent on its own and has a lot of widespread appeal but when I’ve seen people say The Ones Who Live felt like it was particularly for the Richonne fans, there’s also a very clear explanation for that: the show was made by three Richonne fans. Scott, Andy, and Danai…they’re us. 😋

And I am so grateful to them for the beautiful gift that is The Ones Who Live. 😌

So this first post is a bit longer because I gotta come out the gate extra and even offer up some thoughts on the TWD clips that they included just before the premiere starts. I really liked how it sets up TOWL and highlights the power of Richonne’s relationship.

They start by showing the iconic pilot shot of Rick on his horse riding along the barren side of a freeway as we hear his voice say, “We tell ourselves we are the walking dead.”

And then they include the iconic shot of Michonne’s TWD entrance from season 2.

They then show a clip from season 6, just a few episodes before Richonne would be canon. In the clip, Michonne is on the patio with Rick (and his elevator eyes) as she helps him see, “We’re in here together.”

I love this because in reminding Rick that they’re alive and breathing right here and now and have the room to make ASZ home it shows how Michonne was the one who helped change Rick’s motto from “We’re the walking dead” to “We’re the ones who live.” It’s one of the many ways she changed his life. 😌

They show some Say Yes moments, and you know I love that Richonne episode down. Seeing them use clips from the beloved 7.12, I remember just marveling over how years ago we were so excited just to get a single episode focused on Richonne and now we were gearing up to watch a whole miniseries dedicated to them. 🥰 Never getting over that blessing.

Rick says, “We’re gonna lose people, maybe even each other” as the clip ushers in its first gut punch of the hour by showing Rick and Michonne at their son Carl’s side after he reveals he’s been bit. 🥺

They also show Rick telling Michonne “You can lose me” in the Say Yes van and her saying “No.” We’ll talk about it more in a later post, but just as many of us suspected - Richonne cannot in fact lose each other and live on the same. While losing each other is and was physically possible, in every other way losing each other made them lose the most crucial parts of themselves.

Then they show Rick in his final TWD ep, preparing to blow up the bridge as his voiceover tells Michonne “If it’s me who doesn’t make it, you’re gonna have to lead the others forward because you’re the one who can.”

We see Michonne scream his name as Rick blows up the bridge and then they show our sweet older Judith as Rick says “Making a future for Judith, it’ll be worth it.” And I always love that 9.05 shot of Judith because of how it incorporates Rick, Carl, and Michonne with the holster, hat, and sword on her back. She along with RJ is an embodiment of their legacy and the future Richonne believed in.

Then they show Michonne slaying a walker as she says “We can make it. I’m not giving up.” And it just all really hammers home the resilience of Richonne and their love and partnership. They’ve been through so much, built so much, and lost so much, but they still stand because of each other and the family they created.

After they give us some CRM insight with clips of Jadis (😒), they show scenes of Michonne and Judith’s last conversation where they both decide Michonne will go and look for The Brave Man. I’m glad they included that because some viewers really tend to forget that Judith urged her mom to go look for her dad and Michonne left not as an act of abandonment, but as the ultimate act of love for her family.

The TWD clips ends with Michonne saying “Okay baby girl I’m gonna try” and Judith saying “Go get him.” I love that even with everyone else thinking they were crazy, Michonne and Judith never stopped believing Rick was out there. (And RJ was believing too. 🥹 But I'm getting way ahead of myself lol)

And then --- the show we’ve all been waiting for begins and the TOWL premiere has a devastatingly poignant teaser. 🥺

I like how The Ones Who Live's opener connects to the last of the TWD clips because Michonne tells her baby girl she’s gonna try and then we hear Rick’s voice start the show by saying, “I tried. Please know I tried.”

It moves me how much Rick and Michonne have been trying for each other while apart. And it’s crushing to hear Rick say 'tried' in the past tense as he now debates no longer trying anymore since he's learned he can’t be with his family again or else risk putting them in harm's way.

After years of waiting to finally see what Rick has been up to all this time, they immediately let us know it has been an excruciatingly painful existence for him without his family. 😢

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I like how the shot opens with Rick facing away from the camera as he stares out the window at a cold industrial view. Rick facing away from us almost gives this sense that we know him but we also don’t fully know him anymore. He’s been through a lot we haven’t seen.

The vintage TV delivers news of a massive attack in the background and similar to the destruction on the television, Rick also feels destroyed by the CRM and at his lowest here.

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Then I love how before we even see Rick's face, we see him holding one of his phone sketches of Michonne. This show did a great job of immediately setting up the way Richonne’s love would be at the center of every scene in this story.

This shot of Michonne on the phone let you know instantly that the love between Richonne is still so alive and important to Rick and the miniseries. It’s also painful because it’s like Rick is finally accepting that those little drawings really could be the last he ever gets to “see” her after fighting so hard to believe he would see her again for real one day.

And it’s very symbolic to have him look at Michonne on the phone and then see his own reflection in it. They’re one. It’s also significant that the first we see of Rick’s face is through a reflection. Again he’s him, but he’s not fully him rn. Just a reflection. And the part of him he misses most is his other half - Michonne.

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One of the tragic aspects of these two soulmates being separated for so long is that Rick and Michonne were not the type of couple who needed absence to make the heart grow fonder. Like they didn’t need to lose each other to realize how special their love was. When they were together they were fully aware of the gift their relationship was in their lives and they treasured their love deeply and out loud.

So being apart has only heightened what Rick and Michonne already knew full well which is that they are the love of each other's lives. They’re everything to each other. They knew it back then. And they know it still now, even after being away from each other longer than they’ve been together.

It’s such a big deal for Rick to look at this phone in this moment as he contemplates ending it. I noticed that anytime Rick thinks he’s about to die, he thinks of Michonne. It's as though he’s eager for his last moment of life and his last thought to be of her so that he can end on some semblance of a positive note.

When he’s on the bridge in TWD 9.05, Michonne is his last hallucination. When he later chops off his hand and fades out of consciousness he dreams of her. And here when he contemplates dying by his own hand, he looks at this image of her just before. It makes me think of that TikTok that went viral about a man saying his last breath will be his wife’s name. That is definitely Rick’s mindset and I love that Richonne’s love runs that deep.

Rick looks out with tears in his eyes - just sadness personified - and then he stares at the shard of glass in his hand, contemplative, before putting the glass to his neck. The acting Andy does in this moment is incredibly powerful and painful. I know award shows disappointingly tend to completely sleep on the performances from the TWD cast but truly to me he secured every award nomination just within his first few seconds of being on screen.

There’s something so viscerally vulnerable about this moment as Rick stares at the glass really wondering if after everything he’s been through and overcome, it’s really come to this - meeting his demise by his own hand with a little piece of glass.

Plus with how resilient Rick is, it’s like we see this massive internal fight to go against everything in him that’s a survivor and actively choose to stop surviving once and for all.

My heart just instantly broke from this teaser because while yes we know Rick won’t go through with it, to know that he was even in the headspace of this makes me hurt for him deeply. To think he was ready to potentially just go out, alone, depressed, never seeing his family again and them never knowing he was out there, feeling like a failure. It’s extremely dark.

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Throughout his time on TWD, Rick’s journey has been as much a mental battle as it has been an external battle and as we saw in the TWD pilot, Rick is extremely perseverant but without his family, he is not opposed to just ending it.

And now, he's tried so hard for so many years to get back to Michonne and Judith, he stayed alive off the memory of family and the hope of being with family again - But once he realized it was no longer an option unless he risked putting the ones he loves in immense danger, that was it for him. In this moment he no longer sees the point in living if he has to live without his wife and daughter. 🥺

I found it powerfully poignant to have a show called The Ones Who Live begin by having Rick about to take his life. It shows that for Rick, there’s an asterisk on that motto because he feels he’s only 'the one who lives' if he gets to live with Michonne. It’s either ‘the ones who live together’ or nothing at all for Rick.

So he nearly goes through with this attempt. Even draws some blood on his neck...but then he stops. Thank goodness. 🙏🏽 He sucks his teeth and sighs as he stares at the shard of glass looking defeated but also resolved that he can’t go through with it. Not like this.

Through this teaser, we instantly get his state of mind. He can’t end it all but he’s been in so much pain that it feels like the only way through is to die. It’s utterly tragic. 🥺

And I truly feel like part of why Rick couldn’t go through with it is because he and Michonne genuinely are one. So his life is not just his to take.

So long as Michonne is still out there and her heart is still beating then his heart still has to beat too, even if he has to die in other ways to somehow go on without her. We’ll also learn more about why he doesn’t go through with it in his heartbreakingly romantic last letter to Michonne, but we’ll get there. 👌🏽

So then we see the back of Rick again as he ends the night accepting his dreary fate to live but truly as the walking dead from now on. And I really like how the show explores the dark and damaging side of having to tell yourself you’re the walking dead. As well as the dark side of being 'the one who lives' even when everything in you wants to quit living because now you have to live without those you love.

When Rick gave the speech about his grandpa and them being the Walking Dead in TWD 5.10, Daryl responded saying, “We ain’t them.” Rick agreed with that because so long as you have family you aren’t the Walking Dead.

But that’s the thing - Rick hasn’t had his family for years and so he really did have to become the Walking Dead. But as he’ll say at the end of the series (jumping way ahead again, I know lol) he thought he was alone, but he wasn’t. His kids and wife especially were still believing in him and still loving him out there.

I like to think that just like Michonne could feel Rick out there with all the love he was emitting from afar toward her, Rick too could feel all the love she was emitting to him and it kept him here a bit longer. And thank goodness for that because my beloved Rick Grimes' story deserves a bright positive ending, not one this dark and depressing, after everything he's been through.

As the teaser ends and Rick stares into the CRM void, I like the score. The music almost feels like a menacing weighed-down heartbeat which is fitting.

And then there's the beautiful title sequence, which I adore the music and every Richonne image during the theme song. I like how it starts with Rick and Michonne in each other's arms from season 8, letting you know that while the teaser was very dark, there is light coming and that light is called Richonne.

(Also, I really wanted Rick to see Michonne in her corset armor during the show but since he didn’t, I’m glad there’s at least a gorgeous image of the two of them together during the theme song that includes her in the armor.)

I also liked the way the first ep just shows Rick under the title since it’s a Rick-centric episode and then the second episode has just Michonne under the title for the Michonne-centric episode. All and all, this whole opener was a very impactful way to kick off the show and set the tone for what Rick has been through and become in the years he's been away.

All the chatter from certain parts of the audience who thought Rick would move on and even have a new family in the Civic Republic was immediately dispelled because those speculations were always a ridiculous misunderstanding of the character. He found his everything in Michonne so of course he’s still as in love with her now as he was the day we last saw them together in season 9. Just like Michonne still stayed in love with him.

I love that they both refused to move on from each other and operated as in love as ever. And because they held onto that love, even when it felt like all was lost, that love was able to return to them. 👌🏽

So next, we get into some action as we’re taken to 5 years after the bridge. We see Rick and his iconic walk as he stands in the forest with other consignees. And it was such a joy to see him back on screen and know we were finally going to get the continuation of his story. 🙌🏽

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Rick holds a CRM hatchet, which also feels symbolic because it’s similar to one of his signature TWD weapons, but it’s marked by the CRM showing they’ve in many ways attempted to claim him.

Rick is also the only consignee with a leash, clearly illustrating that he’s a lil different than the rest. He’s the one who doesn’t want to be here and will try to escape if given the chance and the CRM knows this about him. Along with attempting to claim him, this leash makes it feel like the CRM is also attempting to tame him like he's a defiant animal.

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As Rick looks around and takes a breath you can tell he’s fully made up his mind about what he’s about to do with his most extreme escape attempt yet.

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Rick runs to take out walkers and again seeing him back in action is such a sight for sore eyes. He’s still got it. 👌🏽 However, because he looks all healthy and strong I think some can miss that Rick is still very much in mental disarray from battling the psychological torment of being taken and trapped all these years. Like he might look normal and fine (and I do mean that in all the ways 😇) but he's not mentally healthy right now.

(Side note: I really love the look of this whole night scene with the deep blues and fiery reds. The budget was doing its thing in TOWL. 👏🏽🔥)

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So Rick runs far enough that the leash pulls him to the ground. A soldier yells at him and he says “Sorry. Trying to find my axe.” Look at our cute little liar. 😋

And then the show gets right into the wildness by having Rick put a belt around his arm and proceed to chop off his own hand. It’s insane😳.

It's also very reminiscent of when Negan nearly made Rick chop off Carl’s arm in the season 7 premiere. Chopping his own hand off in these woods was more doable for Rick than had he had to chop off Carl’s arm because it’s his family he cares about far more than himself.

As Rick prepares to do the chop he repeats “This is how” as in this is how he gets home. It hurts my heart that he feels this is the only way.🥺

But it's really moving to see that he’s willing to do something this intense to get back to his love. Also, this is 5 years after the bridge, so this means that even a half a decade later Rick was still as determined as ever to break free and get back to Michonne.

The people I watch with and I had a whole discussion on whether chopping the hand the way he did was daftly executed by the show considering it’s such an extreme thing to do in this situation where Rick was never going to successfully get away bleeding out like that with CRM soldiers so close by.

But my argument was that the 'ill-thought-out' element of this escape plan is part of the point.

For 5 years atp, Rick has been isolated from all love and warmth and is deteriorating mentally day by day. In this extremely damaged state, he’s not thinking straight, and cutting off his hand is a last-ditch effort that shows he will try absolutely anything, sound or unsound, to get back to Michonne and Judith.

Yes, he possibly could have just cut off the thumb or hacked at the leash but the extreme approach Rick took also conveys that he’s not all there right now and he’s as desperate as he’s ever been to finally break free and go home. It also informs us that his more sane escape attempts haven't worked and so now Rick Grimes is willing to try the insane stuff to get back to his family.

Think about the mindset he has to be in to go against natural human instinct and chop off his own hand. It’s crazy, but it immediately lets us know that even the most impractical solutions are now what it’s come to for him.

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So basically, if it seems super reckless for him to do it this way, that’s the intention imo. He’s so worn down and off mentally from his debilitating circumstances that he’ll do anything whether it’s the wise thing or not, he doesn’t care anymore. Anything to get back to her.

The traditional saying is 'asking for her hand in marriage,' but here we see Rick, the ultimate lover boy, be like 'What if I literally give my hand for my marriage.' If there’s one thing TOWL made perfectly clear it’s that Rick and Michonne have crazy love. 💯

And while yes his escape plan could have been more thought through, my baby Rick did show some smart thinking by putting the ax in the fire to make the chop easier so you gotta give him that. 😌👌🏽

After he cuts off his hand this horror music plays as Rick proceeds to make a run for it. He has to lean behind a tree dazed as he bleeds profusely.

It’s crazy because the last time we saw Rick in a full episode of TWD he was bleeding out and now here he is intensely injured again and going through the wringer. I was so eager for whenever this man would finally get some much-deserved rest.

gif cred: @twdfranchise

Rick then has the strength to take out a walker and cauterize the wound by plunging his arm into the fire inside it. This whole thing was an effective way to show early that one; Rick is built different and two; this man will endure literally anything to get home. And home is very much not a place but his wife and daughter.

So then he tries to make a run for it as CRM soldiers near closer and I honestly think with this being his fourth escape attempt this was really a “go home or die trying" attempt. Like I think Rick knew that dying tonight was a very real possibility.

The soldiers knock Rick down and he lays on the ground defeated and drained as he stares at the burning corpse of a walker that’s certainly meant to reflect how he feels as well. Almost like the burning desire to go home has officially consumed him and taken him out.

Feeling like a corpse himself, Rick fades out of consciousness as soldiers approach. And then we get to enter Rick’s lovely mind and see where he goes when at his wit's end.

And y’all, these first two TOWL scenes to analyze were pretty hefty, dark, and depressing, so it’s time we get to something lighter and happier to dive into. And what’s better and brighter than Rick’s beautiful dream world with his beautiful dream girl? 😌👌🏽🌟

#richonne #towl #reveling in richonne #1.01 #RIR (1)#the ones who live #twd towl #michonne grimes #rick grimes #rick x michonne #twol #michonne #rick and michonne #twd: the ones who live #twd #richonnefandom

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bahbahhh · 2 years

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Happy (super belated) 6th anniversary Breath of the Wild.

#sometimes I hear an audio clip #and then I can’t get it out of my head until I’ve done something with it #so here you go.#bahbahhhart #botw #loz botw #legend of zelda breath of the wild #breath of the wild #zelink #but also it’s complicated #who knew you can connect moulin rouge and loz

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𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙬𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 - 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤:

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨: 4.2k (DANGG 😳)

𝙖/𝙣: HANNIE BABY 🥺🥺🥺 happy anniversary to stays!!

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𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞? 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐛s🖤

Jisung awoke with a gasp yet again, resisting the urge to throw up as he felt the boat rock to the other side.

He faintly registered an arm wrapped around his waist behind, and a sense of security enveloped him as he took Minho’s hand.

Even though the ship’s captain seemed tough and cold, just by holding his smaller hand and relishing in the feeling of deep warmth, Jisung already felt safer.

“Mm…why are you awake?…”

He turned his head and spotted a sleepy Minho looking up at him with watery eyes.

“I woke up again.” Jisung sighed, letting out a contented breath when Minho’s other arm slipped around his bicep, gripping him tightly and pulling him back into his embrace.

Jisung had barely gotten sleep in the two weeks he had been a member of the ship; every time the boat rocked side to side, he felt uneasy, and whenever it tipped too close to one side he woke up in fright.

Seungmin, the first member of the crew Jisung had seen, had deemed the term ‘TBA (Temporary Boat Anxiety)’, But Hannie was pretty sure it was his own anxiety leaving him feeling uncomfortable. And he knew it wasn’t temporary.

The boat creaked with yet another tilt, and Jiusng let out a tiny whimper, eyes widening in fear.

Minho’s eyes forced themselves open. “Hey, come here.” He pulled the younger into his chest, painting Jisung’s vision in shades of black.

The captain pulled the sheets higher above the two, cradling Jisung protectively in his arms.

Jisung breathed in the scent of the sea emanating from Minho’s pajamas, somehow, he felt comforted.

“Do you even want your own room?” Minho started. “Why don’t you just stay here with me?”

“I don’t wanna bother you, hyung.” Jisung deflected quickly, shaking his head slightly. “You’re already struggling to sleep cause I’m keeping you awake.”

“Nonsense.” Minho kissed the crown of his head. “Like I’ve told you before, you’re cute, so you get special privileges. And that includes staying here with me, hm?” He hummed in a low voice.

His hand rubbed comfortingly down Hannie’s back. And something inside Jisung broke.

Minho immediately grabbed Jisung’s cheeks the second he heard a sniffle, staring at the younger with so much concern in his eyes that it only made Hanji sob harder, face scrunching up like a baby’s.

“Oh baby…” Minho sighed, rubbing the back of Jisung’s head.

“I…I miss my family…” Jisung choked, and Minho’s eyebrows furrowed in sympathy. “I miss them, but they’re g-gone…”

Minho’s mouth opened slightly in shock, heart shattering in his chest hearing the younger crew member sob uncontrollably. He felt as though he had done something wrong. “I’m so sorry, my sweet thing.”

Jisung choked again. “And now you’re here, and you love me and I feel s-safe and it’s…overwhelming! I don’t know how to feel—I feel like I don’t deserve this!” Jisung sobbed, body trembling in Minho’s hold.

“No…no. You deserve this and more. I’m so proud of you for holding on for me, okay?” Minho whispered, gently rocking him back and forth.

The action calmed Jisung, and he stopped crying. Minho looked down at him, content with his closed eyes and heavy breathing.

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Jisung yawned, eyes stinging slightly from his small crying sesh from the late night. He wandered into the kitchen, where the smell of fresh waffles awaited him.

“Hey, Jiji!! You’re actually the first one awake! How convenient~” Felix called from placing the pitcher of orange juice on the counter.

“What do you mean?” Jisung stuffed his cheeks with a bite of waffle. “God…Lix, this is really good.”

“Oh, we have your new pirate clothing!” Felix squealed happily. “Jeonginnie picked it out, so I’m sure you’ll like it.”

Hannie was touched. “Awhh…you didn’t have to.”

“But of course?” Felix handed him a bundle of neatly folded clothing. “Now go freshen up and show me.”

Jisung stared at himself in the mirror gleefully. He looked so good.

The tanked red cloak was buttoned with goreous golden buttons, a cut between his arm sleeves and the actual top leaving his armpits completely exposed, which made him a little nervous. Hannie only got more excited nervous when he noticed the slits cut into the fabric around his waist, leaving the exposed skin free.

Minho sleepily sat at the dining table to swallow a few mouthfuls of breakfast before his duties as captain take over his time.

“Um…so how do I look?”

Felix gasped with a wide grin as Minho dropped his fork, swallowing as his mouth fell open.

Jisung felt a little shy. “Is it nice?”

Minho quickly excused himself from the room, and Hannie felt his heart sting…until he noticed how red the captain’s ears had become.

Felix laughed once he had left. “Looks like our dear captain got a little flustered. Probably cause you look amazing, Ji.”

“Thank you.” Jisung felt his own cheeks flush from the compliment.

Felix beckoned him to the kitchen. “We managed to secure some baking ingredients. Wanna bake some brownies with me?”

Jisung felt his heart flutter at the offer. ‘Felix wanted to bake brownies…with him?’

“Okay. What do we do?”

A while later, when both boys’ aprons were thrououghly covered in cocoa powder and flour, they finally set the brownies in the oven.

“How long will it take?” Jisung whined, watching their confection through the lit-up glass window.

“About 25 minutes.” Felix claimed, watching the older pout. “I know what to do to pass the time, though.”

“Really?!” Jisung jumped up from his spot, removing his apron gently. “What do we do?”

“It’s a game! Stand over there…” Felix pointed to the wall.

Jisung obediently stood agaisnt the wall. Big mistake.

Felix suddenly grabbed both of his wrists with one hand and pinned them high above his head. Jisung stared in confusion.

“You wanna know what the captain told me this morning?” Felix grinned maniacally, and anticipation suddenly grew in Hannie’s tummy. “He told me that a certain someone…is a little ticklish~”

Jisung gasped, cheeks growing warm at the claim. “No…!”

“Really? Why don’t we test it out…?” Lixie gave him a look that made Jisung squeeze his eyes shut.

“I’ve killed so many people…so many lives lost to my sword. I even despised it when you joined the crew. But now…now I know how to make you beg…” Felix smiled sweetly, so innocently.

Jisung’s eyes widened. “You hated me?”

“I thought you were bad for the group. I didn’t know we’d end up with such a cutie~” Felix smiled reassuringly.

Warmth welled up in Jisung’s stomach.

“Well, now that hyung’s told me about your little weakness…I need to test it out.”

Jisung squealed. “Nonono Felix Felix please—AAH!!” He yelped when a finger poked his bare waist through the little slit on his outfit.

“Oh? I loveee people with sensitive waists~”

Those were the last words Jisung heard before chaos came after.

Felix mischievously stuck his free hand up Hannie’s cloak, skittering up and down the sides of the boy’s torso.

Jisung squealed and giggled out tiny pleas, angling his body away from the invasive fingers.

“Nuh-uh. You’re not going anywhere. Hyung told me you were feeling anxious about being on here? I’m not having that.” Felix shook his head, frowning at the position as Jisung’s knees trembled from holding his body up.

Resting the exhausted boy on the floor, Lixie managed to pin his crew-mate in a way that allowed him to trap his arms under his torso. This freed both his hands, Jisung realized with horror.

“You ready?”

Jisung opened his mouth to protest, just to let out an earth-shaking squeal when Felix’s fingers reached his ribs, thumbs drilling into the sensitive area.

“Wai—WAHAHAIT FEHELIX AGHAAHA—!!”

“Wait for what…? I’m making you happier, cutie.” Felix deadpanned, smiling fondly down at the poor boy cackling his heart out beneath him.

“PLEASE PLEHEASE NOT THEHEHERE!!”

“Not there?? You sure? I thought Minho hyung told me you liked it…”

“IHIHI DOOHOHOHO SHUHUHUT AHAHAHAP!!”

“You do?” Felix grinned, amused.

“Wahaahait, nohohoho…” Jisung gasped as Felix’s fingers let up for a small break.

“Don’t try to change your mind~”

Jisung groaned. Then he felt the last three buttons of his cloak come loose, and the flaps were pushed to the side, exposing his lower ribs and belly. “Lix…”

“Hm?” Felix asked, lowering his head with. a grin as he grabbed both of Jisung’s arms (still underneath his thighs, mind you) for extra measure.

“Wahahait…Please Felix I can’t take those…Felix NO!!” Jisung shrieked when Felix placed his lips onto his waist, right above his belly button.

“NO DON’T BLOW—FEHEHEHEHELIX—AAHAHAA!!” Jisung wailed, cackling as Felix finished the first raspberry, gasped for air, and leaned down again to blow another, this time over the lee’s belly button.

“AAGAHAHAHAAA!! PLEHEHEHEASE STOHOHAHAHA!!” Jisung squealed, frantically drumming his legs on the floor and letting out a high-pitched laugh when another raspberry was placed on his lower rib.

Felix adjusted his position, using his knees to trap both of Jisung’s thighs together before continuing his little raspberry assault.

The sunshine didn’t stop until poor Hannie’s laughter went completely silent, eyes dazed and teary with red, wet cheeks.

“Ahaha…noho mohore!…” Jisung breathed, slumping completely.

“Okay okay…you’re done.” Felix responded fondly, rubbing up and down Hannie’s belly and easing the ticklish after-feels.

‘Ding!!’

“Oh, our brownies are done!”

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“Morning, Jiji!!” Hyunjin called as Jisung stepped onto the deck, anxious expression making the older frown. “You okay?”

“Yeah!!” Jisung cried. “Just a little…scared!!” He squeaked when the boat tilted to one side.

“Don’t worry, the boat won’t tip over! Hey, you’re looking good in your new outfit!”

“Thank you…!”

“C’mere! I’ll teach ya how to sail.” Hyunjin beckoned the younger over, and Jisung’s eyes widened in fear as Hyunjin handed him the wheel.

“Okay, now you just wanna…yup, tilt it like that and keep that up. Hey, you’re a natural!” Hyunjin cheered.

Jisung could feel the nervousness quell a little. “Yeah…this isn’t too hard!”

After a little while, Hanji was relaxed. The wind was blowing in his hair and Hyunjin’s hands on his felt so nice. A rough gentleness to them that made Jisung’s stomach warm.

Until Hyune took them off. “Hey…Hey Hyunjin don’t leave me!!” Jisung screeched, suddenly feeling the weight of the wheel in his hands.

“Don’t worry…I’m not going anywhere. Just gonna...” Hyunjin gently placed his hands on Jisung’s waist, right above those small slits carved into the cloak, exposing his skin.

Jisung shivered at the sensation of those hands, which were now…trailing over his skin?

“H-Hyune—” Jisung swallowed the peals of giggles bubbling up in his throat. Oh god, the gentle tracing over his bare skin was torture. He resisted the urge to squirm and break out into a huge smile.

“Come on, Hanji. You’re so good at it, right? This is the next step to your training. You have to be able to ignore the tiniest distractions, and be able to hold the wheel yourself—” Hyune rambled on, but Jisung was more focused on the way the older’s thumbs gently passed over his warm skin, creating firework-like tingles spreading through his whole body.

“Jinnie!!” He shrieked, startling the older. “Plehease!! You’re tickling me!”

Hyunjin paused. “Oh? You’re ticklish?”

Jisung groaned. “Just…take your hands off!”

“Mmm…nah, this is a discovery I’m not letting pass.”

Jisung was about to protest before hands slipped under his cloak, tracing up and down in small, gentle, very ticklish movements.

Hyunjin watched Jisung turn scarlet before twitching away from the tickly fingers.

“Hyuhuhunjin…plehehease!! Nohot when ihim controlling thehe bohohoat…!!” Jisung squeaked through peals of super cute giggles.

“Then you better stay extra still, hm?”

Jisung gasped when the fingers slipped to his tummy, kneading gently and almost sending him to the floor.

“Hyuhuhuhune—ahahaaha!! P-Plehehease nohohoho!!” Poor Hannie squealed as he fell backwards into Hyunjin’s arms, letting go of the wheel in the process. Good thing Hyune’s hand managed to grab it.

“Can’t handle light tickles, hm?” Hyunjin teased, holding the wheel with one hand and Hannie’s entire body weight with the other. Jisung shivered at the tingly after-sensations.

“Nohoho I can’t!” Jisung breathed heavily.

“Not my fault you’re so cute. Either way, now I’m in a mood, so if you don’t run then I’m gonna get you!” Hyunjin teased, and Jisung bolted. He ran. Anything to not get tickled.

He thought of ways to stop Hyunjin on the way. Get Seungmin on him.

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Jisung saw the younger standing near the edge of the boat and an evil idea came to mind. What? He really couldn’t help himself.

Shoving Seungmin over the edge, he almost burst into amused giggles at the screech the younger let out as he fell into the clear water.

Jisung ran to Minho’s room and slammed the door shut, glad that the captain wasn’t in the room to ask him questions.

Phew. He was safe. Seungmin would come back to the boat and only find Hyunjin on the dock. He was safe. Jisung busied himself with cleaning the room, whistling whilst he did so.

The door opened and he was ready to welcome Minho back into the room. But it wasn’t Minho.

Seungmin stared at him, a strand of seaweed dangling on his head.

“Ooooh, Seungmin? Who did this to you? How terrible!” Hannie faked innocence, putting on his best pout.

“Hyunjin told me. Felix saw it too.”

Jisung felt his skin turn to ice. “Ohhh haha!!”

“You’re gonna be laughing a lot more soon, boy.”

Jisung squealed when Seungmin plopped right onto his knees, knocking him to the floor. Thank goodness the younger had changed clothes before doing so, Jisung did not want to be soaking wet.

“Wait wait wait Seungmin! we can talk this out! I was only doing it to escape Hyunjin!”

“So he wouldn’t tickle you? Well, now it’s gonna happen anyway.”

“Wait—!” Jisung cut himself off with a scream when Seungmin grabbed at his thighs from his seat on his knees.

“Nonono I’m too sensitive there!!” Jisung was yet again screaming when Seungmin grabbed the muscle and shook it underneath his fingers, and Jisung dissolved into messy laughter immediately.

“PLEHEHEHEHEASE NOHOHO IHIM SAHAHAHARRYY!!”

Seungmin didn’t say anything, only moving to his belly and slipping his hands up his cloak, and Jisung arched his back helplessly when Minnie scratched around the expanse of his belly with his nails.

“Plehehehehease Seheheungmin-ahh!!~” His voice became deep and quick, shaking his head side to side in ticklish desperation as Seungmin scribbled five fingers over his belly button. Hannie tried to grab onto the tickling fingers, but was too weak to do so.

The doors opened, and Jisung stared in horror at Hyunjin’s smirk.

“Oh, let me help you there, Seungmin.” Hyunjin said in faux sympathy, grabbing both of Jisung’s wrists and yanking them high above his head.

“Wait wait HYUHUHUHUNJIN YOUHU TRAHAHAHAHAITOR!!” Jisung shrieked when Seungmin’s thumbs began to massage into his bare armpits, and Jisung was rendered helpless, cackling his heart out cutely.

“He’s adorable!~” Hyunjin smiled fondly.

“STAHAHAHAHA—SEUNGMIN HYUHUHUNNJIN IHIM SOHOHOHORRY PLEHEHEASE LEHEHET ME GOHOHOHOO!!” Jisung gasped before letting out a desperate wail as Seungmin stuck another finger into his belly button, Hyunjin sitting on the backs of his hands and drilling into his armpits at the same time, and the tickles became overwhelming.

“NAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEASE!!—” His laughter went silent, cute smile etched into his face as his rosy cheeks became wet with tears.

“Okay, let’s finish.” Hyunjin let up and left the room, and Seungmin gave the inside of Jisung’s belly button one last scribble, prompting a desperately giggling boy to grab his fingers.

“Oho gohod thahat was so bahahad…!” Jisung giggled, grasping his tummy and panting hard.

“That’ll teach you a lesson.” Seungmin stood up, leaving the room and the giggly boy behind.

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After a short nap, Jisung stumbled into the living room beneath the deck, eyes widening at the giant dartboard in the middle of the room.

“Woah…” He approached the huge thing, feeling the soft velvet of the fabric in his fingertips.

“Interested?”

Jisung jolted in surprise, smiling when Chan walked up next to him. “Yeah, I didn’t think pirates actually played darts. I thought that was a story.”

Chan laughed. His sweet, honey-like laugh. Oh, how Jisung adored that laugh.

“Well, it spins so we mainly use it as punishment if one of us loses a bet or something.”

“…How is this a punishment?” Jisung cocked his head to the side.

“I’ll show you?” Chan gestered to the small stool next to the wheel.

“You’re…not gonna stab me with darts, are you?” Jisung grabbed the stool and climbed on, watching Chan tighten the leather strap around his wrist. Then his legs. “Of course not.” Channie giggled.

Hannie tugged at his wrists, finding them to be completely immobile.

Chan ran to the mini freezer on the side and grabbed a bowl of ice cubes.

“Um…what are you doing with those?” Jisung’s voice had an edge of nervousness to it, squealing when the wheel suddenly began to spin, and upside down, he noticed Chan’s smirk far too late.

“AHH!!” Jisung twisted sharply when something very cold met his bare side from beside his armpits. He thought it would hurt, but it did something much worse.

It tickled.

“Nohoho, ahahagh Chahaanah…ihihit tickles!!” Jisung giggled, jolting aggressively when another cube met his other side.

“NOHO!!”

“See how it’s a punishment now?” Chan laughed as Jisung squealed, the cold cubes heading up his chest slowly…slowly.

Chan pressed the cubes into his bare underarms and Jisung screamed, cackles pouring out of him as the older’s hands gently pressed them in with the palm, using his fingers to spider around where the cube met Jisung’s warm skin.

“CHAHAHAHAHAAN!!” Jisung shrieked, tugging at his arms desperately as his skin turned flush at the cold feeling.

The feeling of the frosty cold along with the spidering sent Jisung’s body into an overload, and he shook his head a few times before his laughter went silent. For the third time that day.

Chan set the cubes aside before sending wild pokes everywhere along the quokka’s body, earning a fresh shriek at every one.

“Okay okay, you didn’t do anything wrong, so I’ll let you go.” Chan giggled as he undid the bonds.

“But Minho told me you were feeling off. So just know that you can talk to me, okay?” Channie frowned, giving the quokka a tight, warm hug, placing his hands gently over Jisung’s red skin to warm it.

“Okahay…gohod that was tohorture…” Jisung groaned.

“Better?” Chan smiled gently, and Hannie nodded. “Okay, you might wanna head to Innie to do some sword training.”

“Okay! Bye Channie!” Jisung called. Now where was Innie?

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“Hi Jiji!!” Jeongin called. He was standing a few feet from the rack carrying many swords.

“Hi…Chan told me to come here?” Jisung asked, watching Jeongin sharpen a sword with a rock that looked a lot like granite.

“Yup. You need to do some skill training so you’re not completely helpless if another ship attacks.” Jeongin smiled. “I see you’re liking the new outfit?”

“Yeah, it’s lovely.” Jisung smiled back.

Half an hour later, Jisung was starting to think sword fighting wasn’t for him. He tried to plunge the sword (sheathed) at Jeongin’s side, but the maknae dodged and spun his sword around Hannie’s, sending it flying out of his hand.

“Oof, okay…” Jisung tried not to feel embarrassed about how quickly he was taken down.

“It’s okay, hyung! Considering that was your first try, you did really well.” Jeongin poked Jisung’s bare side with the rubber tip on his sword, causing the quokka to squeak and crumple to the floor, grasping his side.

“Oh god…did I hurt you?” Jeongin raced to the older’s side, setting his blade on the floor and kneeling in front of him.

“N-No, I’m okay.” Jisung tried to stand back up, but Jeongin smirked at him. “Did that tickle you?”

Hannie’s eyes widened. No, this can’t be happening, not again. “No, of course not.” He scoffed, trying to get back up yet again.

What happened next was as quick as lightning. Jeongin threw the rubber tip off of his blade, grabbed both of Jisung’s wrists so the fabric of his sleeves overlapped before stabbing his sword through both flaps of fabric and to the floor.

“Wha—NO!!” Jisung screamed when a hand immediately plunged into his armpit. He squirmed around, face turning red as a tomato as he tugged at his arms.

“Don’t rip the brand new fabric!” Jeongin called teasingly, and Jisung tried his hardest to stop thrashing.

Hands slipped to his sides, and Hanji giggled, biting his lip gently.

“Awhh~ You’re so cute, hyung.” Jeongin cooed, and Jisung suddenly squealed when the maknae’s fingers slipped to his v-line.

“Was that a squeal?~” Jeongin giggled, and Jisung flushed a deep red.

“AGH!! JEOHOHOHONGIN—AHHAHAA!!” Jisung shrieked, the younger’s fingers scribbling and scratching along the sensitive skin of his lower belly.

“Yes, hyung? Wow, who knew you were so ticklish?”

“SHUHUHUT AHAHAHAHAP!!”

“Hmph.”

Jisung screamed in ticklish agony when the fingers moved to his hips, twisting crazily. “STAHA—IHIHIM SOHOHORRY!!”

“What was that, I couldn’t quite hear it.” Jeongin laughed, digging roughly into the bound boy’s ribs, leaving him squirming weakly on the floor, laughter pin-drop silent.

His voice came back louder and stronger. “IHIHIM SOHOHOHORRRYYYY!! PLEHEHEHEASEE!!”

“Okay, okay, I’ll let you go.” Jeongin let go completely, yanking his sword from the floor.

“Ough, poor poor sensitive hyung~” Innie sighed, pulling him up from the floor.

“Shuhut uhup…”

“What was that?~”

“SORRY!! Sorry…”

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“Changbin hyung?!” Jisung ran into the room after hearing a strangled yell from the small gym beneath deck.

He noticed poor Binnie struggling to lift the weight above his head, the metal bar pressing against his neck and making him gasp.

Fear and panic and adrenaline raced through his veins, Hannie running over and pulling the large dumbbell off of the older with a loud cry, the weight clanging to the floor.

“Hyung—” Jisung rushed to grasp the older’s hands in his own. “Are you okay?”

Changbin panted, eyes closed in relief. “Yeah…yeah, that scared me.”

“What happened to the—” Jisung looked around and noticed the handlebar matting on the floor. “Why didn’t you put it on the dumbbell?!”

“It fell off when I was lifting it…I got startled and almost dropped the thing.” Changbin panted.

“Oh god…” Jisung sighed.

“How did you manage to yank that off?” Changbin asked in disbelief.

“I…I guess it was adrenaline or something?” Jisung laughed nervously.

“Huh, maybe strength training is your thing.”

“Maybe.”

“Wanna finish my workout with me?”

“…sure.”

Fifteen minutes later the two were having a plank competition, Changbin trying to distract the younger by blowing in his ear and waving the timer near his face.

Jisung was lasting longer than the older thought he would, breathing softly with beads of perspiration on his forehead.

Changbin sneaked his fingers into Jisung’s side slit, gently scritching along the skin.

“H-Hey…No.” Jisung grunted, suddenly squealing when a finger gently slipped under his shirt, pressing into his belly button.

That was it for the poor boy, who crumpled promptly.

“Oooh, someone’s ticklish~” Changbin teased, pinning Hanji’s arms above his head with one of his own. “Let’s see if you’re strong enough to get out of this one.”

Binnie’s other hand plunged onto the begging quokka’s torso, scribbling over his armpits, teasing his bare sides, counting his ribs, and poking his belly button.

Jisung was a goner, pleas flying out of his mouth along with loud, contagious laughter that had Changbin giggling along with him.

Hannie’s legs kicked out desperately and drummed against the floor and against Binnie’s back as he cackled frantically.

“Aghahahaa—NOHOT THEHHERE FUHUHUCK HYUHUHUHUNG!!” Jisung howled when a head leaned to deliver raspberry after raspberry to his little sensitive belly button.

“Cute~” The raspberries only continued, causing Jisung to scream frantically and twist his belly away.

“IHIHI CAHAHAHANT TAHAHAKE IHIHIT!!” Jisung pleaded.

“Ohhh, that’s so cute. Can’t even handle a few raspberries.” Changbin blew one more long one.

“OKAHAHAHAY OKAY PLEASE I CAHANT I CAN’T ANYMORE!!” Poor Jisung gave up, laughter silent and body squirming weakly.

“You feeling better?” Changbin rubbed at his belly.

“Mhm…”

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Hannie changed out of his day clothes, slipping on one of Minho’s shirts and a pair of sweatpants. He hoped the older would come to bed, he had an exhausting day and could do with being able to sleep.

True to his words, Minho appeared from the bathroom, toothbrush in his mouth and dark eye circles prominent. Guilt welled up in Jisung’s stomach. He looked terrible.

But he still smiled at the younger at the door, finishing skincare before scooping Hannie into his arms and dropping him into the bed, clambering next to him and pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.

“Had fun today?~” Min teased, and Jisung’s eyes widened in realization.

“You told everyone that I was t-ticklish…” He blushed pink under the older’s gaze.

“Perhaps~ But you’re tired, best you go to sleep.” Minho pulled the younger down with him, Hanji’s back pressed to his chest and Minho’s hands at his waist.

Jisung melted into Minho's hold, groaning in satiafaction.

"This nice?" Fingers trailed along his belly, gently rubbing at his neck and sides and making him giggle, tingles shooting up his nerves.

“Gosh, you’re too cute. Did you know how long I had to hold back today, seeing you in that cute outfit, armpits and sides exposed?” Minho whispered into his ear. “Let me take care of you.”

Hands fluttered along every spot, gentle but tickly fingers still making Jisung sleepy.

Soon enough, he was out like a light. This time he noticed he didn’t feel anxious anymore. Like he belonged.

He didn’t just feel like a stowaway anymore.

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