#hated that the furious five weren't in it

[justanotherwriter140]

Well that was something!

Furious Five-related spoilers in tags!

[skygemspeaks]

do you guys want to hear about my sanji's siblings love him au?

who am i kidding, of course you do

anyways

ichiji, niji, and yonji run on facts and logic. they're programmed to have loyalty to their family, and sanji is part of that family, even if he can't do everything they can do.

and the way they see it, it just makes more sense for their loyalty to lie with the brother they shared a womb with for nine months over the father that insists on abusing all of them.

it's not sanji's fault that he's weak and has emotions. that's an objective fact. he was born the way he was. it could just as easily have been any of the rest of them that were different.

so sure, they'll follow judge's orders, because they have to, because it's what they were born to do, but they're not gonna take any of the shitty things people do or say about their brother, least of all their father

sora adores her children. because judge hurt them terribly by taking away their free will, but that's none of their fault, and they're trying in the only way they know how. she's patient with them, trying to teach them about morality and the importance of doing the right thing

at their age, they don't really understand it, but they do notice that people are more likely to do what they want with little fuss if they treat them the way their mom says they should

but then their mom dies, and maybe the loss of his wife is what pushes judge over the edge but he lashes out at sanji, because somehow in his mind sanji is the reason for sora's death. if it weren't for the poison she had taken, which had turned sanji into the weakling that he was, sora would still be alive

ichiji and the other two are furious. they hate this empire that their father has built for himself - and that little fact, that they can hate it at all - goes unnoticed by all of the kids

but they do hate it, and with their mother gone there's no reason for them to stay. so they take sanji, and they take reiju, and the five kids escape from the Germa kingdom and never look back

they work whatever odd jobs they can. and then one day they come across zeff - after he had been rescued from the island he was stranded on for months

and this zeff still has both legs and he didn't suffer as much because he didn't have a child to give up all his food for, but he still decides to give up pirating. he lost his entire crew in that storm, and he has no desire to sail the seas without them

so he had set out to fulfill his dream of building a floating restaurant for himself. he's living on an island in the east blue, and he comes across these five children. one of them, sanji, latches onto him as soon as he finds out that he's a chef. slowly, over the months, their relationship develops and grows stronger.

zeff isn't an idiot, he knows there's something wrong with these kids, but he doesn't pay it much mind. he treats them like any other children, with all the kicking and scolding that entails

normally ichiji and the others wouldn't put up with this kind of treatment from anyone, but they see the way sanji and reiju latch onto zeff, the way the two of them follow him like lost puppies and positively preen at any positive attention he gives them, and they decide they'll put up with it.

it's not like the crappy geezer's kicks actually hurt the three of them

so zeff takes reiju and the boys in, even if it means that food will be a little tight until their restaurant gets off the ground.

the 5 of them grow up on the baratie, protecting their home and surrounded by the gruffly affectionate cooks that are drawn to their father's way of life. it's so different from the environment that they had been born into that they don't know what to think. sanji and reiju take to their new life like fish to water, but it takes a little longer for the boys

yonji respects sanji like he respects his other older brothers. he watches sanji, sees the way he loves and hurts and grows. the intensity of the things sanji feels is completely foreign to yonji, but it stirs an unknown feeling in yonji's heart. he doesn't know what it is, but it makes him short-tempered with his brother

by now zeff has been around his kids for a while, and he's more or less figured out what's up. yonji learns from zeff that what he's feeling is jealousy. that he wants something sanji has that he doesn't

which should be impossible.

yonji doesn't feel things.

zeff shrugs and doesn't argue. he just leaves his kid to figure things out on his own.

after that, it happens slowly, so very slowly, but over time, ichiji, niji, and yonji start feeling more and more emotions. their emotions are still pretty dull in comparison to the frightening intensity of what sanji, reiju, and other people feel, but they cherish this new aspect of themselves.

and it turns out that sanji hadn't been the only one affected by their mother's desperate attempt to save her babies. the others had as well. it had just taken a little more work to draw their humanity out of them

by the time don krieg makes the ill-fated decision to attack the baratie, they still don't have the depth of emotion that other humans do. and maybe they never will. but they have enough to know that they will destroy anyone who even thinks of threatening their father's treasure

and they have enough to shed tears when their brother - a piece of their hearts - sets off with the future king of the pirates

it hurts, to have him leave them. and that hurt is something they wouldn't have had to feel if they had remained the way they were as children

but even that hurt is precious to them

because it's a product of how far they've come, and how much they've gained

[joanquill]

If you’re requests are open(feel free to ignore this if not) HEAR ME OUT, headcanons/imagine/whatever you wanna do really with the moriarty bros liking a childhood friend(separately or they can all like the. Friend that’s up to you) like maybe it was the kid that one duchess adopted(yknow the one that made Earl Moriarty feel like he had to adopt a kid) cause like the duchess was like an actual nice person who wanted to help the poor an all that so maybe she raised the orphan the same way?(im so heckin sorry if none of this makes sense my dude, I’m horrible at this rip)

Being Childhood Friends with the Moriarty Brothers

Albert, William, and Louis James Moriarty

A/N: It's okay my guy! It was clear and it was really fun writing this one :) I may have forgotten the romance part last minute asjkas so it's longer than normal :') Tag/s: Long (1.7k words)

Growing up in the orphanage since you were a baby, you have half given up on the idea of being adopted.

So the fact that a kind woman-- a duchess no less, adopted you was a surprise you never saw coming.

But you were grateful for your new life and the woman you now call your mother for this second chance.

Coming from rock bottom yourself, you and the duchess worked hard with foundations and charities for the poor and unfortunate, even if it meant scandals and rumors circling around you and your new family.

However, your new title didn't mean anything to other noble kids.

You were scrutinized and avoided like a plague by other noble families.

This didn't come as a surprise, but it was still uncomfortable attending balls and having everyone stay five feet away from you, spreading rumors about you being riddled with disease.

The duchess defended you, saying despite not being bound by blood, you were her child through and through and a noble.

Unfortunately, her words only fell on deaf ears.

Not that you mind, knowing firsthand how the rich treat the poor on the streets.

Worried about you feeling lonely, your mother tried to make friends with other fellow mothers and set up a playdate or tea parties, rich or poor.

Even when you tried to play nice with other nobles, as suggested by the duchess, the noble kids didn't give you a chance.

It also didn't help with their mothers calling your mother a hedge creeper, wagtail, or their husband's mistress.

To say you were banned from a couple of tea parties was an understatement.

However, hearing Lord Moriarty also adopted kids, the duchess wasted no time setting up a playdate for you.

Albert James Moriarty

You two have actually met before during a party.

Granted, scaring the kids who threw rocks at you to run into a thorny rose bush was not the best first impression, but it did make quite an impact on him.

He found you in the gardens, admiring the flowers, when a group of kids thought it would be funny to throw rocks at you.

He was about to tell off the kids until one threw a rock especially hard, making you fall on your face.

Snapping, you decided to play along with their accusations of you being diseased.

A limp in your step, hoarse voice, reaching out your arms to them as you chased them through the gardens and made them run through a thorny bush, making you smile in triumph.

Albert saw the whole thing, hiding a smile behind his hand as he watched you dust yourself off.

He was about to introduce himself to you until he saw your forehead bleeding and led you back inside to treat your wound.

It may not have been the best way, but hey! You made a friend!

Ever since that day, you would always look for Albert and follow him around for the rest of the gathering.

You knew his mother hated you, and his brother saw you as an insect. But you just completely ignore them and talk to Albert, making the two furious.

He taught you the etiquette needed to see in nobles and even the dances for different music.

If you two weren't outside avoiding the party, you two were talking and eating in the corner off in your own world.

Because of this, some noble kids started trying to get close to you to reach Albert or just hate your complete existence.

Despite all this, you kept hanging out with Albert unapologetically, seeing he was as lonely as you were in this rich man's world.

NOW while he only saw you as a good friend, Albert knew he wanted to stay by your side as long as he could.

Sneaking out of parties, knowing looks, and inside jokes the two of you only knew were some of his treasured memories.

However, he also knew the judging stares of other nobles, saying you weren't supposed to be here.

He tried to step away, hoping you would be safer if you had some distance, but he would always find you within arm's reach.

You kept smiling and being yourself despite everyone around you waiting for one mistake to drag you down.

You were the only one who was a genuine friend to him, wanting nothing in return but his company.

While you were rough around the edges as a noble, you were a gem as a person, always lending a helping hand to those in need.

You were also the only one who would accompany him during his trips to the orphanages or outreach programs.

He would even catch you volunteering, hosting charities, or helping others with your own pocket money.

So when he saw you jumping into traffic to save a child, tattering your outfit in the process but smiling in relief to see the child was safe, he knew he couldn't let you go.

William James Moriarty

The first time you heard about William was from Albert about how he met a genius orphan who knew how to read advanced books at a young age and even gave advice to adults despite being a child.

And now, here you were on a playdate with him and his younger brother.

You tried getting close to the two, seeing how Albert praised them and wanted to get to know them better.

But you couldn't help but notice an invisible wall around the two brothers. Especially William.

While William was friendly from the start, you noticed something lurking behind his smile.

This didn't stop you from trying to be friends with them, though.

Relying on Albert's stories (and Albert himself), you tried getting close to William through his intellect.

Reading books together, visiting museums and art galleries, going to the public library, even showing him your own textbooks from your school.

His teasing you for your wrong answers was not welcomed, though.

Whenever you would ask him something, no matter how absurd, he always entertained you and gave you an answer.

During your talks, you would always have tea and snacks ready, considering how some of them would last for hours.

Slowly, William started to make the first move and approach you.

Offering to teach you lessons you found difficult, offering a tea party, or suggesting somewhere new for you four to visit.

Despite noticing the distance between you two getting smaller, you could still feel the invisible wall between you.

However, this didn't stop you from befriending the boy and treating him like the kid he was.

When he first met you, he thought you were only interesting, seeing as you were the reason he and Louis got adopted in the first place.

When he would approach you, it was only to feed your curiosity, seeing as you had a lot of questions about different things.

He would always give you an answer, watching your expression change as you listen to him.

Slowly, he started enjoying talking to you, amused at how you would find interest in the most bizarre things, ranging from random trivia to high-level knowledge.

That was until he found out you were asking for advice on how to put on successful charities and programs to help people.

When you revealed to him your plans to make a hospital for the impaired, you were proud of yourself for surprising the boy.

Even more when you told him you'd make sure to give him the recognition he deserved.

Considering how his intellect was only used for simple things such as growing flowers or for schemes like robbing a bank, you were a refreshing change of pace.

Now whenever you would ask him something, he would try to guess what you had planned through your questions, sometimes even teasing you when he got it right (which was all the time).

It became a little game between you two, one which he would look forward to and catch himself smiling at the sight of you.

Louis James Moriarty

Louis was the hardest one to become friends with.

He never left William's side and would keep his eyes on you.

Whenever you tried to talk to Louis, he only gave you short answers.

However, this didn't faze you as you kept trying to find a middle ground.

Not surprisingly, he would liven up whenever you would mention or compliment William.

Much to the boy's dismay, who is usually no farther than three feet away from you both.

Considering he had heart surgery, you tried to be considerate and only hang out at the Moriarty manor to spend time with him.

This was how you found out how he was treated by the staff.

While the butler treated you better for being a guest, you didn't excuse his treatment of Louis.

Now, you always help Louis with his chores and glare at the butler whenever Louis mentions the things he made him do.

One day, you offhanded mentioned how strong Louis must have been, going through everything he had.

Surprised by the sudden compliment, he mutters how untrue it was and what a burden he was to his brother.

This made you shower him with praise, saying he should be more confident in himself.

After that, Louis started warming up to you. Even greeting you as soon as you arrive with a smile on his face.

You may have bragged to Albert about being the first one to befriend Louis out of you two. 

At first, he was wary of you. Despite knowing you were also adopted, he didn't trust you.

But you would always make an effort to get to know Louis, even doing chores with him and defending him whenever you visit.

You never looked at him with pity and treated him just like another kid.

Whenever you and his brothers would play, you would always invite Louis and even pull him along, whether it was just hanging out in the manor or visiting some exotic spot in the city.

You would always listen and pay attention to him, making sure he was heard and seen by others whenever he spoke up.

And whenever he spoke ill of himself, you try to boost his confidence and point out his good points with clear eyes.

So when you called him strong and said how much he meant to you and his brothers, he knew you weren't lying.

Slowly, Louis started warming up to you and even clinging to you, which didn't go unnoticed by you three.

You may have cried tears of joy while William and Albert clapped for you.

Now, he considers you one of his trusted confidants and was always the first to greet you, even preparing your favorite tea and snacks in advance for your visits.

[locallixie]

best friends — han

> summary . "used to stick together. You're my best friend, i'll love you forever."

> genre . angst, best friends-to-lovers, best friend!jisung, gn!reader

> warnings . mention of self-harm

(wc) > 1.6k

(taglist) > @jihanlovic

(sunny's note) ☆ i've been so up and down this week, maybe that's why this exist. this is the last post before july, happy pride by the way! inspo from "You Got Me So High" - The Neighbourhood.

When did the air got so tense between the two of you? You and Jisung has been friends for years, best friends even. Though it was perfectly logical for you to feel upset, when he showed up out of the blue after five years of ghosting you. Five whole years, he got you waiting and begging for a reply on the other line, just to find out that he fled to elsewhere.

Regardless of what he did, you agreed to meet him to catch up on things. But maybe it was a bad idea, you didn't know how to start a conversation, and neither did Jisung. What would you talk about to him? 'How have you been?' 'Isn't the weather today so weird?' 'Why did you leave without saying anything?'

"I hope you're not mad at me, for what happened between us." Jisung said, his eyes were on the floor since he couldn't bring himself to face you. He was not the best at dealing with serious situations like what was unfolding now.

You nodded, "Don't worry, I'm fine." No, you were disappointed, were absolutely furious. But you had to save face, and blowing up on him was not going to solve anything. When Jisung left, your entire group fell apart. As if he was holding them together, because Jisung was close to everyone and was a vital part. So when he decided that he have had enough with all of you, everyone began going on their own ways as well. Only a few you still kept in contact with, remained friends.

"The past is in the past." You told, your fingers digging into the glass surface of your drink.

"[Y/N], even if you are, it's fair, I understand." Jisung added. He knew, he knew it all that back then he shouldn't have left so sudden. And he knew, to ease his mind that would not rest; he had to mend things with the people he had once caused pain. Starting with you, the hardest person out of everyone. You weren't a terrible person per se; it was just that you were mentally straining for him to face. Especially after what he had done to you.

You meant too much to him, too much to bear for a fact. Everything, everything ached inside. His emotional unavailability, your romantic feelings; they didn't seem to mix. At night, he stayed up with his head filled with regrets. If only he could have been a better person for you, if only his dumb self could accept the love you gave him, if only things didn't end this badly. Was he too late already? Now that he was living better without you, it felt wrong to say so. Oh, he wished he could have been this version of himself when you two were still friends. Yet, as much as he hated to admit; he couldn't have progressed if he chose to stay. Maybe it was all written in the book; that he had to go on his own for the story to continue.

Jisung almost wished that you didn't say 'I love you' back then, all of this mess wouldn't have happened; and maybe you two could remain as friends. But no, he was so overjoyed when you asked him out—simply because you were his first relationship. Though there were doubts, he was afraid of something that he couldn't quite grasp just yet. Feelings stood in the way of friendship, no longer friends, but he couldn't comprehend the fact that you two were lovers either.

"How are the others? Have you been talking to them?" Jisung switched topic, an attempt to push away his emotions. Flashing a smile, forcefully, to the point where his facial muscles felt a bit sore.

You changed the direction of your gaze, sipping your drink as you gazed at the scenery out in the window. "I've only been talking to Felix, I'm not sure about the rest."

"Well, is he doing fine then?" He kept going, he wasn't in a good mental state to talk about 'us' right now. However, the more he tried to deviate from the main topic and his feelings with other trivial matters, they came for him when he began to notice how much changes happened in the duration of his absence. Even you, whom he thought he knew well, didn't feel like the you from his hazy memories. You talked differently, dressed differently, acted differently. Not anymore, the you he once fell in love with, the you he called his best friend. Who was this person sitting in front of him?

The atmosphere has never been as awkward as it was in this moment; he was trying not to cry and you were hesitating at addressing the actual problem. You didn't want to hurt him, though, you were denying the fact that he hurt you. Han Jisung disappeared and came back another person, you hated that you still would love him regardless of how much he may change.

"Felix is doing fine, you should give him a call sometime, I'm sure he would love to speak to you." You told, turning your eyes on him.

"What have you been up to, Jisung?" Asked, shifting the spotlight over to him. You were curious of where he went after leaving, he definitely had a glow-up from how much more attractive he became.

You could tell that he learned to take care of himself, developed a sense of style. But you saw right through that shell, after everything, he was still there. The boy you loved before, sitting across from you and chatting with you, as if none of the things that tore you apart ever existed.

A week ahead of this meet-up, he had a dream. Where you were there, in a house party full of people. As soon as he spotted you, his feet gravitated towards your direction. However, in a split second, he physically hesitated. Despite how much his heart yearned for you, his mind couldn't bring itself to be rejected. Maybe it was a way of self-defence, to further maintain the silence, keeping himself away from you was the best option. Much rather he would stay quiet, until you forget about him entirely so you wouldn't get hurt once again.

Though, he didn't know what happened. Because he did approached you, and being face-to-face with his fear was terrifying. That was a sign, dreams were suspected to convey messages of our waking life. He had to, so much regrets and distress had built up throughout the long, lonely years about the same subject, make amends with his best friend—you.

"I missed you, [Y/N]." Jisung blurted out, his eyes glossy as he tried to look at you. His true dream was to be with you.

He couldn't stop thinking about you when he left, and he wondered, did you ever think of him too? Jisung despised himself for one thing, that deep down inside he wanted to see you miserable without him. If you were absolutely shitty when he wasn't in the picture, he would gladly come back to regain the position of the light of your life. But as he matured, he realized that he was the problem. Once making you the antagonist of his story, and everyone else treated him terrible. In actuality, he was the most toxic person. Abuser never really notice their actions to be abuse, guess he was the wolf in sheep's clothing all along. How could he?

Keeping a conversation going was never as difficult as it was for the two of you, there was just this invisible wall of sort that created distance between you and Jisung. The rain had stopped for a bit, hopefully you could get home by the time it start again.

"Do you have a ride? Or I can drive you home." Jisung offered, gesturing to his parked motorbike by the sidewalk.

"Wouldn't it rain soon?" You asked.

"It would be more fun." Jisung smiled, guiding you to his vehicle. You glanced down at his forearm, the scars of the past was still there and has yet to fade completely. You remembered, crying and begging him to not do anything stupid when he walked in with his arms all wrapped in bandages. Seeing them once more was strangely relieving, you were glad that he had chose to stay.

For old times' sake, you got on the back of his motorbike. You used to be the one driving, while he held onto you as you brought him sight-seeing. One time where he received a call from you, just minutes after you bid him goodbye and drove away; caught him off guard when you started crying because you fell off your motorbike on the side of the road. He didn't know what to do, why didn't you call your mom or the hospital instead of him? He was worried sick and was miles away from where you were. Your youth were filled with him, in a way, your friendship was all you knew.

You hugged his waist, leaning your body against his back as you rested your head on his shoulder. Things felt slow, with Jisung around and it was a comatose. If only this moment could last a little longer, and your destination was a little farther. You would absolutely trade anything to have things back to how it used to be—Jisung would happily do the same. As scared as he was to reconnect with you, he desperately wanted and needed to, because he treasured you too much.

You spoke up into the summer breeze, "You know what, Jisung? I am upset, and I hate you! What are you going to do about that?" You didn't want him to come back into your life, just to cause you pain. Both has grown from mistakes, both has came into terms that you and him has hurt one another.

"You're my best friend, [Y/N], I'll love you forever!" Jisung beamed, the gummy and bright smile whenever he think about you.

[anonenot]

It's kinda funny how all the racists try to blame Tobirama in their own racism.

Uchihas aren't another race, they just the same as Senju. They all have one ancestor, and Kaguya obviously wasn't thousands and thousands years ago for evolution split up Senju and Uchiha enough.

But it so easy to make Uchiha another to blame Tobirama. So easy to change their race so Tobirama's haters can be racist as hell. (Because changing the race of character is already racist enough, ask Hollywood)

But well, my dear Tobirama's haters, I have a really bad news for you. Your the most precious Madara is racist and sexist as hell... because if you make Uchiha another race, these words are totally unforgivable.

What? No one asked him or made him, he said it by his own will. Unless Uchiha just another clan as Senju, he is racist.

Oh, what you are saying?

What Madara was the victim of Senju? So did Tobirama, his little brother Itama was killed by five Uchiha (and one of them looks Tajima-like so...)

What, Tobirama did a lot racist comments? But he didn't.

First of all, please, take a dictionary and look in it. Yes, Tobirama kinda disrespectful and discriminatory but ISN'T racist. Uchiha aren't another race as blue-eyed or raven-haired aren't another race, and not any discrimination is racism.

Secondly, he didn't said anything too much. He commented on Sasuke? Well, you all would be so happy to see the bastard that make you kill your precious student some minutes ago and now talking that this Uchiha has a question for you. You'll be furious, won't you? And Tobirama just offended them.

Actually, Sasuke did ask about his opinion and "what do you mean evil" and Tobirama calmly answered. And he is a bit respectful for their power of love!

Some haters says that he started the discrimination. Well, if they learnt the history, they would know that police&army have so important role that sometimes it's them deciding the ruler of country and government.

Did you get it? Tobirama gave Uchiha the force to stop him. He gave them a power and put them above all the Konoha's clans. He literally gave them a chance to silence Madara-2 by themselves... Because Madara-2 would be fatal for the clan's reputation like Obito did. And now it's him who started the discrimination?! Maybe it were lazy bastard Hiruzen and radical trash Danzou that twisted Tobirama's ideals, weren't they?

But that about evil part? Yeah, Tobirama is quite harsh person...

Like really harsh.

He roasts Minato for technique's name.

And he calls Minato and Naruto idiots. Poor Minato is roasted to shame and excuses.

His brother isn't exception.

What? Is it gokage meeting? Nope, it's time to roast elder brother again.

Who are you? The shinobi's ancestor? Well, it won't save you from roasting because you gave so nice advice and sooo in time! You were so helpful!

I mean I'm so in love with his harsh manners but yeah, he really talks a lot of shit because he could and who'll stop him?

So, then we know that his manners shouldn't be trusted, that we'll see in his action?

Idea of peace (and of course he is roasting his father, yeah, typical japanese respect for parents)

His respects for Madara. Yeah, he is kinda respects him and take him as example to rule as much as brother... And Hashirama is best hokage for Tobirama.

Moreover, he is glad for Hashirama's and Madara's peace, even after Madara's attack on the most precious Konoha and all 4the Shinobi's War. He smiled!

And last but not the least he wanted to save Sasuke from the death. He easily agreed with idea Uchiha inherits Hashirama's idea of Hokage and gave another example of Uchiha.

I can see why he can be hated. Yeah, he talks a lot of shit in harsh manner. He kinda provoked Madara with his talks with Hashirama (but I have more questions to spying Madara). He created the Edo Tensei that takes sacrifices, so his mind is twisted. He is definitely hipocrite with his "i created and prohibited" and "make your reputation to another kage... SHUT FUCKING UP!"

And yeah, Tobirama is kinda prejudiced to Uchiha, it's hard to deny.

But it's not him the racist in but his haters that labeled him as one. (And stop hypocrisy. It's both of them are racists in your definition or no one of them)

[diefxrguns]

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒

✯pairings- eren yeager x afab! reader

✯a/n- might have some mistakes, apologies in advance. do not tweak or steal my work. No posting it on tiktok without permission.

✯synopsis- eren yeager, your ex has a sick, unhealthy infatuation with a certain someone

✯c/w- smut, ( very disturbing), stalking, violence, drug use, alcohol use, kidnapping,non consensual touching(sexual) drugging, mental abuse, ect. If you're not comfortable don't read.

"lock me in your chains".✧

The last thing you remember was his eyes, so verdant and piercing.

The cannabis in your system making you see things. The world seemed to be spinning as you gripped onto the leather seat tightly.

The moving car did not help the feeling at all, and all you could manage to see was a man driving. His long hair falling past his broad shoulders.

His hands gripping the steering wheel, driving at a some-what fast pace.

You just wanted to go home, but you weren't in control of your thoughts at all.

You began laughing uncontrollably, the man driving payed not an ounce of attention to your foolery.

His eyes remaining on the road, he occasionally looking into the rearview mirror,his eyes meeting yours.

He looked familiar, but you couldn't identify him, but you felt safe. You felt protected...

earlier that night...

" C'mon Y/N, another drink."

" You only live once"

You swallowed the harsh liquor, that burned your thought as cheers could be heard throughout the room.

Of course Sasha dragged you to another frat party. Fuck. How you hated them.

It wasn't because of the people there, it was more of the fact that you'd get befuddled from the amount of rum, beer and wine in your system- Along with shots that Sasha and Hitch always forced you to take.

In this case, you were already on your 5th shot of Tequila mixed with God knows what.

" I, I don't.. I don't feel so great" you said clinging onto the girl next to you.

" Y/N, what have I told you about drinking to much" the familiar voice said.

" You have an incredibly terrible tolerance to alcohol, you know that"

The girl dragged you towards the bathroom, as music and cheering could be heard .

Your vision becoming blurry.

" Sit down" she said as she turned the tap on, wetting a cloth under the cold water. You sat on the toilet seat, with your head hung low, and your hair infront of your face.

She knelt down to your level, wiping your face- ever so slightly with the cold material.

" Oh my, I think it's time for you to go home". She said

To intoxicated to respond- you just nodded your head slightly. This was strange, because you only had two beers and five shots- yes you have a bad tolerance to any kind of alcohol, granted. But this was a bit weird because beer doesn't make you that drunk. And the shots were just tequila, you were wasted- like absolutely. On the verge of throwing up.

It wasn't normal at all.

As soon as the woman dragged you out the bathroom, your body fell into the arms of another. By the scent of the person you could tell it was a man.

" I'll take her from here, it's time we get her home" he said in a low voice, that was certainly recognizable .

" A..Are you sure, because-"

" Yes I'm positive Nanaba, she'll be safe "

Now that the car was parked, in a garage. The man opened your door and dragged you out of his car. Slamming the door shut.

He tossed you over his shoulder.

Taking you inside.

Your hallucinations got worse, bright colours and shining lights is all you saw. But due to the drugs it wasn't really there.

Things got darker from there...

I've been watching her for the longest time now, and ever since she started dating that dick. I've been feeling so angered, so hostile and furious.

"All I want is her, nobody else."

Your eyes opened to see the man sitting on a chair, infront of the bed you were placed on.

The drugs weren't completely out of your system yet. So the room was spinning.

When you tried to get up, your body ached. And so did your head.

And your hands were bound to the bed, with thick metal chains. Making your wrists pain.

The chains were tied so tight that your hands went numb.

" I'm sorry Y/N"

". I'm sorry for treating you badly I'm sorry for letting you go"

He said, quietly. But loud enough for you to hear.

The room was quiet and dark, but you knew the sound of his voice. He was so familiar.

He stood up and poured himself a drink, you couldn't tell what it was because of the lack of light in the room.

He sat back down, his eyes on you this time.

" Wh..what's going on, please I just want to go home"

You said, managing to form words and construct a sentence despite you being high as a kite.

He stood up and sat on the bed, not far from your body

" My love, please. I'm begging. I'm begging you to come back"

You just got more confused everytime this guy opened his mouth. Who the fuck is this guy? You thought to yourself.

" They'll figure out you're missing soon, and eventually come for me"

"You need to be mine again, this is the last time I'm asking nicely Y/N"

He touched your cheek with his palm, and you noticed he wore a black baseball cap with a black shirt.

His hands were cold but his touch was so familiar.

" Please, who are you. Just tell me" you asked him. Your throat dry from the lack of liquid in your system

His hands made their way to your breasts, fondling them slightly.

You were to weak to do anything but you liked it

" Answer my question" you said, your eyes tearing up. Not from pain, guilt or embarrassment. It was because you knew who he was, or you had an idea

He removed his shirt, revealing his tattoos and scars. Upon his toned chest was a large scar with what looked like words on them. The scar was fresh, and red.

As soon as he got closer the words on his chest were as clear as day.

Your name, carved on his chest.

It made you sick, sick to your stomach. Who would ever do such a thing...

And then it hit you, it hit you all at once. You loved a man not so long ago. He loved you too, but he always loved you more.

Apart of you wasn't sure if it was love, or something else. Maybe a mere obsession that drove the man onto pure insanity.

He would get so jealous and angry over you just talking to another male.

He'd even hit you across the face.

He was possessive and cruel. He gave you no room to love or improve yourself.

So when you packed your bags and went to go live with another man, you gradually forgot about him.

But here he was...

Eren. Your ex boyfriend, you dated for two years but it's been five since you left him.

You thought you ran away and escaped him. This was all so confusing.

" When I tell you I've been worried sick Y/N. I've been up at night, thinking, dreaming of you and your body. "

"I missed you, I missed you so much,so I drugged you and brought you here, everyday I think of you. And when I found you I couldn't control myself"

He crawled on the bed ripping your dress off, revealing your lacey- black bralette and your panties.

A small gasp left his lips as he stared at you with lustful eyes.

To tell the truth, you missed him to. Nobody could ever love you like Eren. No man could ever touch you like he could.

You wanted Eren, you craved him.

Everytime your new boyfriend fucked you, you wished it was Eren. And as terrified as you were, you wanted Eren back.

" Eren... Please"

You said as a small moan fell from your parted lips

A sick laugh escaped from the man on top of you, it was loud and sounded evil.

His hands running through his long hair, gripping it as he laughed more.

Oh how Eren let himself fall into disarray. He's so fucking insane it's not even funny.

He wants you, he wants you so fucking bad.

He kissed your lips passionately, cupping your small face with his hands. He inserted his tongue into your mouth as you moaned into the kiss.

He played with your breasts, squeezing them and massaging them. Making you moan gently.

After some time, his hand made its way to your underwear, rubbing circles around your clit softly.

You were so horny for your ex boyfriend. If your current man found out, he would kill Eren. You knew that, and Eren would kill him first.

Eren pulled his boxers down only to reveal his hard cock, leaking with pre-cum

The poor man hasn't fucked anything in almost five years. He needed this. Fuck- you needed this.

He fucked you at a fast pace, making you moan and cream all over him. Again and again and again. It's almost like you came every ten minutes.

One thing about Yeager, is his stamina is godly. He could go for hours.

And when it was all over, he removed the heavy chains form your wrists.

Blood gushing from them as bruises could be seen.

He fetched you a towel to wipe the blood and a glass of water to clench your thirst.

" If your new man comes back I'll fucking kill him, I'll fucking do it." Eren said with venom in his voice

After all this time, Eren still loved you. Yes he was fucked in the head.

But truthfully, in his world. There was no one above you...

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[spoilerqueen]

KUNG FU PANDA X WUXIA

K guys, have an idea here and i need some feedback if you know anything about wuxia, Xianxia or just a single danmei, y'know how Kung fu panda is actually based completely on not only Chinese culture but heavily inspired by the wuxia genre as well? You can even see the resemblance on some things, the qi being just like spiritual energy than CAN be stolen, like what happened with kai on KFP 3, the wuxi finger is basically a forced qi deviation, the power that you can cultivate by training, the way that oogway literally ascended to a heavenly realm as a god after years of cultivating spiritual energy, like we only needed Po to bleed from his mouth and we have literally everything for it to be an actual wuxia/xianxia story, so i was thinking, why not make a fan comic of the story of the movies as an actual wuxia/xianxia with human characters and a bit more blood and exaggeration????

You may be thinking "why tf would you want to do that with a kids movie" or even just "why?"

And my answers are: because i love Chinese fantasy and kung fu panda so i want to combine them further, and for the second question i would like to say that just because i want to...but that's not the case my fellow internet people... It is because the human versions of the furious five that i always come across on Pinterest i hate with a passion 🕴🏻

Not to say anything bad about the artists skills or to bash their designs at all, but i would love it if people weren't so forgetful about the fact the furious five are you know... Chinese I feel like people isn't taking advantage of that culture at all

And not only Chinese, we're talking about historical periods of old china were no one was allowed to cut their hair or show skin below the neck

Like why would po wear a tiny shirt? Why would po be bald? Why would monkey be black? (It kinda rubs me the wrong way how some people make specifically monkey the only dark skinned character i think it reads racist ngl 🤨) Why would tigress have a pixie cut? Why would viper show so much skin when she's the daughter of a respectable warrior and would basically be very close to being a princess? Like- things like that are completely fine, nothing wrong to the vision they have on the characters, but to the neurodivergent hyperfixating me, the fact that no one overanalizes anything about this kids movie about a panda eating dumplings is outrageous, it's not them, it's me 😔✊🏻

SO

I've spent a few months organizing ideas on how i believe a more wuxia/Xianxia design of the characters would look like

I've been trying to keep the design closer to the animals they supposedly are but it's kinda hard (◎_◎;)

For Po i keept his body shape and decided a bun or any kind of high hairstyle would be ideal for him since he was a cook and still cooks a lot, a ponytail or half up hairstyle would get on his way a lot. I decided to give him vitiligo to mimic the panda spots on his original design, crashing his weight, height and skin to add the unique factor that was present on the movie by him being the only panda on the valley, He's the only one I've actually drawn yet but it is still in development

For tigress or however tf you spell it, English isn't my first language. I decided to go for a sharp and serious look

To keep it simple, I'll be giving her a light brown shade of hair, i want to avoid giving them vibrant hair colors but still having some nods to their color pallets on the movies, giving her an almost reddish light brown hair and mostly red and orange robes with black accents and accessories as well keeping her original outfit with a few changes. I wanted to give her a ponytail since i don't feel like she'd put all of her hair up; and instead of claws, she will have a variety of knives at her disposal for battle

Next, for viper, my favorite gal

I wanted to make her look significantly more elegant and younger that the rest of the five since, like i said, she is from a prestigious family, i wanted to accentuate how pampered a girl from a good family could look, i also decided to keep her ribbon dance plot, the only reason to why i gave her arms, since i love the idea of her fighting with her legs but that ribbon dance so i decided to give her congenital hand differences as her disability, turning the "her family uses fangs to attack and she was born without them" to "her family uses pressure points to attack and she was born with mostly dysfunctional fingers", this way she would still be considered an exceptional warrior with ribbons that she can control with her wrists and arms. I also want to give her a really really dark forest green colored hair :D

M O N K E Y

For monkey i wanted to go for a little more adult vibe as well as for mantis; i wanted to give him some scruffiness since he started out as a prankster until oogway found him...yeah that family friendly story isn't going to work, let's face it, monkey was living in the streets stealing what he could for fun, my man was a criminal and homeless, he wasn't a good person and even po said so while telling his story to the kids, so, I gave him a style that would resemble someone who once was carefree and from a low social position that still doesn't care much about material things, but cares enough to not disappoint or dishonor his masters. I will be giving him a more yellow and light brown wardrobe to resemble his colors on the movie and as for attack, he'll use a long cane like he sometimes does in the canon

Now for crane (≧∇≦)/

Crane is very simple to imagine as a human so there's not much i can say about his design other than the fans, i decided to give him a pair of fans as weapons, using them to cut down enemies as if they were blades and also to give him the stability to fly, since i won't take away his ability to fly as it is something common on wuxia and or xianxia stories, i like to think he is the only one who trained this flying technique by watching real disciples on temples he'd clean, but still needs his fans for stability and to be able to carry and support the weight of multiple people hanging onto him

LASTLY ~mantis~

The mature vibes~ i wanted to keep him looking a bit more like a warrior since that was his job before training under shifu's roof, he had a reputation and prestige, so i thought he might look a bit more professional; I'll also give him green robes but i haven't decided if he'd use a weapon or not 🤔 I'm also keeping him a short king

So, what do you guys think? Should i go more bold with the designs? Have any feedback or opinions? Because I'd love to hear it! (≧∇≦)/

I'm prepared for this post to flop so bad omg

[six-earedshadowmonkey]

Warning: Pain Incoming

You all are going to hate me for this pic, but it was burning in my brain and I needed to get it out. This is a picture and a ficlet depicting Macaque’s death. Posting under a break because of gore. If you don't want to see blood, look away. You have been warned. (Click Keep Reading to see the complete image.)

Eternity

The fight had been long and hard. Monkey King was exhausted. He and this imposter had battled across three realms in their determination to prove their identity. Of course, they both knew who was the REAL Sun Wukong, but who this stranger impersonating him was, even he had no clue.

None born of Heaven nor Earth could tell them apart, and the resident kings of the underworld dared not speak the imposter's name.

The Great Sage was sick of these games by the time they reached the home of Buddha. He was tired, angry - no, FURIOUS! He wanted answers and he wanted them now! And he knew of only one other person who could give them to him!

Still - Standing before Buddha with his visual double, nothing could have prepared him for the name spoken when his opponent's identity was revealed.

The Six-Eared Macaque.

The same Macaque who had been his friend and confidant. The same Macaque who had fought alongside him in the Brotherhood. And yes, the same Macaque who had left him to the Jade Emperor's mercy when they failed to fell him, only to later rub salt in the wound by offering him a goddamned PEACH! As if that somehow made up for five hundred years of imprisonment! Too little, too late.

And after all that, here was that same. Fucking. Macaque. Harming his family, stealing their things and daring to do it all while PRETENDING TO BE HIM!!!

It was too much. Seeing those golden eyes staring back at him when the glamour was dropped was just too much. And something snapped in Wukong.

Macaque knew he was in for it. He'd never quite seen a look like that on his King’s face before. Maybe he had gone too far this time. He had only wanted Wukong to see that his 'Great Companions' weren't so great after all. He had wanted to save him from the pain, both physical and emotional, that those bastards were putting him through.

He didn’t know where the power came from - righteous indignation, maybe? - but before Macaque could blink, the Monkey King's staff had struck him with a force unlike any he'd ever had the bad fortune to be on the receiving end of.

The impact crushed his right eye and split his brow, but he barely even registered these things. How could he when he was flying like some over-powered missle through, not one - Not two. Not three, or four, or five - but SIX mountains! If that fifth one had been the last, he just might have lived to tell the tale. However, that final impact was just too much.

Colliding with the hard stone hard enough to shatter it, he slid to the ground and lay still. His vision was so blurry, he might as well have lost both eyes, but he knew it was Wukong he felt land beside him a moment later. He'd know that scent anywhere. He wasn't surprised at all that the other celestial monkey had come to gloat. What did surprise him, though, was the smell of salt mixing with his usual pungent odor.

Macaque couldn’t see Wukong’s tears, but he knew they were there. He didn’t hear his choked words as the Sage whispered, "No... Shit. I didn’t mean to...", but he felt it when he was lifted into his arms. As he drew his last breath, he let it go with a soft smile and a sigh of relief. His Peaches was holding him at last.

Rapid little twitches, like electric pulses - death throes Wukong knew - were all the movement left in Macaque’s otherwise still form, but the Monkey King still desperately pleaded, "Hey... Macaque! C'mon, Bud... Look at me!"

In that moment, he made the mistake of glancing at Macaque’s eyes, and felt a flood of revulsion overcome him at the sight. The right one was like a bloody crushed grape, the left bruised and swollen so only a thin slit of it could be seen. "What have I done..?" he lamented, voice shaking as it sunk in that Macaque was truly gone. "We were supposed to live together forever... We were supposed to eat... peaches... every day... forever." Wukong doubled over, holding his former lover tight to his chest, and let himself sob.

All that effort to make himself immortal, and now he'd have to live for eternity without the one person he wanted to spend it with.

[moviewarfare]

A Review of “Kung Fu Panda 4 (2024)”

I love the Kung Fu Panda trilogy! The 3rd movie felt like a nice wrap-up for the series. However, modern movie studios just can't give up on milking a franchise. Now we have a 4th entry in the series. Is this movie justified, or is it just another cash grab?

Jack Black is still great as Po. He still hasn't lost his charm and continues to deliver a hilarious and charismatic, vocal performance. I also love that his character Po is still a badass dragon warrior. He is always the most skilled fighter in the room and I am glad they didn't make him weaker for the sake of it. Awkwafina is again voicing another sidekick character. She is fine but that is mostly because her character isn't written to be unbearable and that makes Awkwafina bearable. Their characters do have a fun buddy dynamic throughout. Speaking of buddy dynamics, it was nice to see James Hong and Bryan Cranston return as Ping the Geese and Shan the Panda again. Po's fathers have their own, fun mini-adventure in the movie.

The animation is beautiful. Not to the extent of other dreamwork animated movies such as How to Train Your Dragon or Puss in Boots: The Last Wish. However, it looks very appealing for the most part. The action scenes are still very entertaining with its well choreographed Kung-fu scenes. It was also nice to see Ian McShane return as Tai Lung even though it was clearly done for nostalgia bait.

Unfortunately, the story is predictable and boring. Po is required by Master Shifu to pick the next Dragon Warrior but Po doesn't want to and wants to remain the Dragon Warrior. This idea in itself, can be very interesting as he could potentially have to choose between his friends, The Furious Five. Sadly, they are not even in this movie so instead we get a new character in Zhen played by Awkwafina. Oh wow, I wonder who Po will pick…

Po and his dynamic with The Furious Five have always been a highlight but removing that, makes this less interesting. The villain, The Chameleon, is also extremely underwhelming. She can steal the Kung-Fu of martial artists, including previous movie villains. Her motives are weak and her presence is just not menacing enough. They try to say throughout that Po might finally meet his match but they don't do a good job of convincing us that this is true. If anything, the big final battle feels like the easiest fight that Po has ever had so far. How is The Chameleon a threat if the Furious Five weren't even needed?! Ke Huy Quan is also in the movie but his character has no depth at all so it feels like a glorified cameo. Additionally, many of the jokes didn't land. I hate that they leave awkward pauses cause they clearly thought we the audience would laugh.

Overall, this 4th movie had no reason to exist. The story is not meaningful enough to justify its existence. This will be the start of the second trilogy but the ending itself doesn't do much to make me interested in more. The ending is a fine ending to wrap up the series (again). Hopefully, the 5th entry is a lot better and this time, make sure The Furious Five are actually in the movie!

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[darknqlmes]

The Fighter And Puppy

PARING: Jackson West x Teen!Reader John Nolan x Teen!Reader Tim Bradford x Teen!Reader Doug Stanton x Teen!Reader

WARNING: Fighting! Language! Blood! Teen Violence! Teen Fighting!

SUMMARY: What if Evelyn saved Jackson West from the group of guys? What if she fought them all by her self?

(Doug Stanton is an asshole. I hate him. Not the actor; he's probably really nice.)

Walking around in L.A., California, was a girl named Evelyn Jones. She was just going for a stroll on a nice day when she started hearing grunts and groans. Curious, she went to check it out. When she was at a corner, she looked and saw four guys kicking and punching a police officer. Now, most people would run away, thinking they weren't strong enough, and most times they weren't.

Evelyn was trained by ex-Russian spies. So she knows a lot. wanting to help this officer, she approached them when she saw something in the corner of her eyes. Looking in that direction, she saw another police officer just standing there, watching this happen. Evelyn was frustrated. Furious. Walking up to them, she shouted.

"Hey! Why don't you pick on someone your own size?" The four men chuckled, thinking that a fifteen-year-old girl couldn't fight them. "I suggest you walk away. Before you end up like him, Evelyn looked at them with narrowed eyes. "Nah! I think I'm good. But now you have made me interested. You think you can beat me until I'm like that? Well, let's see."

Raising her fist in fighting position, she saw the four men do the same. Then they started fighting. She ducked the first few punches, getting her own with some kicks in the sides. Grunting, one of the men grabbed her in a choke hold, while the others started punching her. She elbowed the man in the chest, then brought her head down and hit his face as hard as she could with her head.

Pushing the three other men away, she spits out a little blood. "You know, you can just back out, little girl." Evelyn smirked and spit out a little more blood. "I'm good. I needed a fight today." The four men started punching and kicking. Evelyn knew how they were going to fight, so when one of them tried to kick her leg, she grabbed the leg and yanked him to the floor.

Kicking him in the face twice. Looking up at the three other men, she ran over to them, slid on the dirt, and kicked their legs until they weren't standing. Getting up, she started kicking them in the side, face, stomach, and back. Turning to the police officer, she jogged up to him and crouched down.

"Hey, I'm sorry I couldn't get here sooner. I'm gonna help you." Not knowing the codes for police officers, she grabbed his walkie-talkie and pressed the button on the side. "Officer down, I repeat, Officer down." Evelyn heard talking on the walkie-talkie. Mostly asking who was on the walkie-talkie. "My name is Evelyn Jones. I helped one of your police officers; he was getting beat by a group of four men."

-

Five minutes later, there were police surrounding the entire place. When the police first got there, they pointed their guns at Evelyn and detained her. Not wanting to go to jail, she complied. The last thing she heard was, "Hey, partner. What happened? What happened, partner?" Evelyn, who was furious, wanted to rip his head off.

Getting up, she started approaching them, not listening to the officers trying to get her back. "You did this! This is your fault! If I wasn't here, he would be dead! You selfish piece of  shit!" The officer looked up to her, faking confusion. "What? What do you mean? I was on the other side of the building." Evelyn was fed up with the lies.

"No, you weren't! I literally saw your bitch ass over there, behind the corner, just watching this shit happen! Even when I came out to help him, you didn't do shit!" All the officers looked at Doug; he just denied it. "No, no, I wasn't over behind the corner. Don't listen to this little bi-girl." Evelyn looked at one of the older officers. "Look at his body cam. I bet it's on that, Officer Nolan." Looking up at his name tag, Officer Nolan started nodding his head and grabbed Evelyn by the arm. Lightly, bringing her to the back of the shop.

-

Evelyn was let out of holding after watching Doug's body camera, which showed how he didn't do anything. Evelyn was almost home when she saw a car slow down next to her. Looking over, she saw that it was Officer Nolan. "Oh, hey, officer Nolan. How are you?" Officer Nolan smiled. "I'm good, and you can call me John. Also, I was wondering if you needed a ride home." Evelyn looked at him with questioning eyes. "Really? You'd give me a ride? But I'm a stranger."

John shrugged. "Well, I can trust you. Right? You are not a serial killer." Evelyn laughed and shook her head. "No, I'm not a serial killer." Walking up to the car door, she opened it and hopped in. "You aren't kidnapping me, right?" John shook his head. "No, I'm not. I just feel kind of bad that you don't have a ride home." Evelyn chuckled.

"Yeah, well, I'm not surprised." John looked over at Evelyn. "What do you mean?" Evelyn looked over at John. "Well, my parents hate me. They love my brother more and have always hated me. They yell at me, scream at me, and make me do everything! I'm getting exhausted." John is feeling really bad for this girl. He looked over at her.

"I, uh. I know this might sound weird, but you could sleep at my house for the night." Evelyn just stares at him for a few moments. "Yeah, you are asking me. A STRANGER! If they want to sleep at YOU'RE HOUSE?" John looked over at her with sheepishness. "Yeah, now that I think about it, that sounds very creepy."

John and Evelyn sit in silence for a few moments, then burst out laughing. Evelyn did agree to sleep over at his house for the night. John already thought that she was kind of a daughter, and he was proud. But he thought that Evelyn didn't see him as a father figure. But Evelyn thought that he was a father figure, even though they had just met that day.

PART TWO?

[alex31624]

One more sample of part 8

So, I was waiting for my family and I said, let's write some more. I knew that I wanted something with the gang in Duckburg, and I always like to use the whole group. So, hockey will do.

And then, the story turned in a way I liked, but I wasn't really expecting. And so, here's a sample of Duck's Life part 8, Everyday Cronics. There're some elements of parts 5 and 6, but don't mind that.

Gos couldn't believe it. They had lost. The best hockey team she had assembled, and they lost in their League debut. How was it possible?

The girl was furious. The triplets had made too many mistakes, B.O.Y.D. wasn't enough to stop the rivals.

Maybe this wouldn't have happened if all the other kids hadn't quit the team. With the triplets being natural born adventurers and B.O.Y.D. having special abilities, they were the only ones who could keep up with the redhead's training pace. Everyone else accused her of being too intense and left the team.

Due to the lack of players, Violet, Lena and Webby joined the team. Violet was the one who played in the debut. Lena and Webby didn't enter, they weren't ready.

The dressing room was a tomb. Gos punched one of the lockers in frustration. Dewey tried to calm her down.

- Calm down Gos. It's not your fault. We'll do better in the next game.

- It's true, it's not my fault. It's Louie's.

- WHAT?!

The accused screamed immediately.

- Every time you had the puck, you passed it to Violet. What are you trying to do? Ingratiate yourself with her to get on good terms with Lena?

- Hey! - Lena complained.

- Every time I passed it to Violet it was because no one marked her! She tried to score every time! Damn, she scored our only goal! What else do you want!?

- I want you to pass it on to anyone other than Violet! I want you to play with me! I want you to stop thinking about Lena and focus in the game!

- That's it, I'm going to smack you down.

Lena walked up to Gosalyn, but Webby stepped in, stopping her. Gos tried to move, but Dewey stopped her. Violet tried to calm things down.

- Please, let's calm down. Gosalyn, I know that I don't have the level to be a starter on the team, but blaming your teammates and friends, I must add, is not going to make our situation better.

- Violet is right, - Huey intervened - there is no reason to get hysterical.

- Maybe you need a little hysteria. - Gos said, in an accusatory tone.

- What do you mean?

- What I mean is that our goalkeeper doesn't have a bit of emotion. Five goals they scored on you! And you didn't even shout!

- Did you want me to shout? Then I should have yelled at you for losing the puck so many times.

- What?

- It's true Gos. - B.O.Y.D. added - You lost several pucks, which led to three opposing goals.

Gos didn't know what to say.

- Please stop fighting. - Webby asked.

Gosalyn went to her locker and grabbed her bag, ready to leave.

- I hope you stop been such a jerk now.

Lena striked.

Gos dropped his bag and jumped at the sorceress. The fight didn't last long, as everyone else rushed to separate them. Gosalyn was out of her mind.

- I'm sick and tired of your attitude! Maybe if you tried harder in our trainings, you could stop been so useless!

-And maybe if you stopped being such an arrogant damn boss you would realize that I hate hockey!

Gos was speechless.

- That's right! I hate hockey! I only agree to play because you asked me to! But now I understand why you had no team or friends in St. Canard! It's because no one can stand you!

A dead silence filled the room.

Gosalyn took her bag and used the amulet Lena gave her to open a portal to her house. The girl was going to enter when she felt a hand on her.

Webby ran to stop Gos.

- Wait Gosalyn, let's talk about...

Webby stopped dead. When Gos turned around, everyone saw the big tears falling from her eyes.

The redhead broke free of her grip and tore the necklace with the amulet from her neck. Gos tossed it to Lena before entering the portal.

The kids got mad.

The final work will be published in spanish.

[assjuice4ever]

I've lost the message but here the second part of my rant, but not happy ending, I'll do it when I'll write the third part... If I'll write it:

Satoru hated when you acted that way.

Usually when you two fought it was about something stupid. The last time it was because he closed the television while you were watching a program. There was always a lot of shit, some "I hate you" or "Go to hell" and the fights always ended without any apology. Sometimes you two ended up laughing together about how stupid the fight was or other things, sometimes you two ended up in bed. It never was a big lasting fight. But sometimes you acted this way.

You just decided to not fight with him but he couldn't understood for the love of God what wasn't working.

He was the best in everything he tried but everytime it came to you everything he became shit in everything.

He told to you he loved you. He was sure you would be happy about it, or even if not happy maybe just okay with it. Satoru was pretty sure you liked him back, but given the fact it was you he wouldn't bet his life on it. But he thought at least you would have answered him with something, if not an "I love you too" maybe an "As you should".

Not how you did.

You smiled so happy that for an instant he thought you were joking when anwering but your eyes looked so sad he was left silent. You were always an awesome liar, your expressions were perfectly crafted when you wanted but you didn't lie to him. You rarely did since when you two started to fuck around and Satoru was always able to tell what you were felling by watching your eyes. They were always too telling, at least when you watched him.

He tried to understand the problem, but you were off to work and clearly uncooperative literally five seconds after he told you he loved you .

The next time Satoru saw you he made a point of telling you "I love you" just to see if you acted again in that way. It was worst.

The first few times you laughed it off. It was pretty annoying and he didn't get why your eyes looked that sad. Why you weren't happy? Why you weren't saying shit to him if you didn't feel anything? He saw you crush the heart of men telling you that they loved you, to be fair they were in love with what you have given them, but you never hesitated to give people the harsh truth.

But then, when he said it to you in the morning, while he hugged you in bed, you pushed him out of the bed, on the ground. In the evening, when he came at your house with take-away for dinner and he said "hello love" you closed the door on his face. It was getting increasingly frustrating.

Then while you two fucked he decided to tell you "I love you". You pushed him away so fast that he had to thank God he was able to activate the infinity fast enough otherwise you would have broken some of his bones.

-What the fuck is your problem? - You screamed against him, totally naked but without any interest about it. You were clearly furious and he didn't get why. He should be the one angry. You were the one toying with his emotion. Not telling him I love you back, not telling him you didn't but still hanging out with him as if it was nothing. He gave you his heart and you were ignoring it like the half lemon you left in your fridge for months, hopping time would make it disappear.

-What the fuck is YOUR problem?- Satoru asked back.

-My problem is you! Why the fuck you constantly tell me that you love me? - He was indigniated. Seriously? Every single existing person would be elated to know he loved them, to hear him say that. and you had the courage to look that angry? You were always so infuriating.

-Because I do. -

-You don't.-

-I do.-

-You don't. -

-I do.-

-You don't.-

-I do.-

-You don't. - Satoru knew every single little mole, every quirk, he knew how you sounded when he was deep inside of you, when you were angry and when you were happy. He knew the little snort you did every time you thought some shit before you said it. He knew how you hated the smell of dog food, and how you loved the smell of lemons. But he never understood what there was on your mind, yet he knew perfectly he wouldn't win this kind of discussion with you. He needed to change the tone of it.

-Why you can't understand that I love you? -

-Because you don't!-

-Why I don't? - That was perfect. You couldn't answer to that question and if you could it would be a pretty stupid answer. Clearly, he would win this argument and then you would say a "I love you back" or an "I don't", but in the end it would stop that agonizing situation.

-Do you think I'm stupid Satoru? - You sighed. -No, I know you do. - You answered yourself. Satoru went for answering before stopping. He didn't think you were stupid, but you weren't as smart as him. In terms of Jujutsu you were plainly shit with everything else that wasn't your innate technique. You were a smart fighter, but when it came to learning or holding discussion you were shit. At the same time, you were fantastic when in telling other people emotions and on how to use them, but he wasn't sure if you were better than him. Or as good as him.

You looked disappointed when he didn't answer. -I may not be as smart as you, but I understand when I'm not loved. - You said.

-Maybe if you were as smart as me you would understand that I'm telling the truth. - Satoru closed his mouth horrified about what he said. He just dug his grave. It wasn't like he did not think that but he knew you weren't going to say "oh yeah, you're right and I'm wrong". He prepared himself to hear you curse him out.

-Are you for real, Gojo?- That stung worse than any curse word or insult. You never called him that. Never. When you met him and he presented himself as Gojo Satoru you decided to call him Satoru even if he insisted for Gojo. You never changed back to Gojo. For the first time since he knew you, he felt ready to cry because of you. He couldn't understand what went so wrong. He liked you. Hell, he loved you. He wasn't sure when he started to love you, but he did. The highlight of his mission where when they ended and you weren't at work so he could be with you. He was unable to pick the best moment of his days, if it was when he waked up near you, hugging each other, or when in the summer you two ran for the shower, making the other trip to go inside faster and stay alone in the cold water, or in the winter, when you just splatted yourself on him to not get cold and showered with him. Or in the evening after work during the slow days, when you two just hanged up on the sofa trying to see if there was something good on television before ending up fucking. Or when you tried to cook dinner for him and started a fire and he had to call again the firefighter. He could think one million things you did that made his days lighter on his shoulder.

And now you were calling him Gojo and telling him he didn't feel that why.

-You love me?- The sarcasm was dripping out of your voice like venom. -You're right. I'm stupid. But even if my stupid I can tell that if you loved me you wouldn't treat me like that. -

-Like what?-

You watched him, no expression or emotion on your eyes, and then you took up from the ground your shirt and your pants, and went out, leaving him there with everything else.

He really hated when you acted like that.

[bogbees]

still pissed ab kung fu panda 4 like. twas just a bad fanfic. absolute trainwreck of not understanding character motivations. I don't understand why or how the fox came to like po. hated that the furious five weren't there. po's dad with the bravery subplot when we initially see him in kung fu panda 2 fuckinh ready to throw down against the peacocks?? the fox's pangolin dad dispised her bc she was the queen's henchman? why did she just blatantly steal a jewel off the chair while she was sitting in it???? where the fuck was tigress. why was shifu reduced to one character trait: angry at po?? why the fuck was the fox a wanted criminal when she was essentially the queen's adopted daughter????

literally only redeeming quality was two dad's bonding over a roadtrip.

the fox made zero sense. she was the what happened to the aborted baby of that one zootopia comic

[kyouka-supremacy]

Sskk actors au headcanons because yes ❤️ [actors au]

Very different yet similar backgrounds, they both fought their way to success but while Atsushi was just emerging as an actor Akutagawa had an already established career

It was Dazai who introduced Atsushi to this starting production and who suggested him to audition for the role of the protagonist

Akutagawa initially auditioned for the protagonist role but got a callback for the villain role instead so. off to a bad start. He's resentful towards Atsushi before he's even met him

They met for the first time at auditions and it was hate at first sight, they were just so different in every way they presented themselves

Since they seemed completely unable to go five minutes without bickering with each other, directors were uncertain whether to proceed to screen test, but Dazai persuaded them to give the Atsushi-Akutagawa duo a shot

Needles to say, their perfect chemistry on set blew everyone away, and they were cast on spot- though the fact that there was no way to tell how much of the mutual hatred was actually acting was kinda worrisome for the production team

Lot of competition and rivality going on even (and especially) when they're not filming. Filming scenes with the two of them together is always dreaded by the whole cast, the tension being unbearable. Luckily enough, both of them are very professional, and extremely good actors for the matter, so filming their scenes never takes long– no matter how much they'll say they hate each other, their stage chemistry is evident to everyone.

They would be that kind of pair who keeps getting award nominations in the same category. Atsushi would win every single one of them leaving Akutagawa furious and frustrated, more so given the fact that he's older and supposedly more experienced than the newly born star Atsushi

The elevator scene happens for real

They were fighting a lot in the last days of season 1 shooting; they happened to bump into each other in an empty elevator and things escalated from there

Luckily, nobody got hurt, but as soon as they reached the floor some people had to take them off each other before things got out of control

You can imagine how surprised they were at the season 2 table reading by finding out an impossibly similar scene to what had happened, complete of the exact “you've got the power and status” and “because you have everything in hand and yet fail to even notice it” lines they had shouted to each other's faces mere months before. Apparently the directors had been informed of their altercation and, although outraged and worried for the direction the relationship between the two cast members was taking, might have also found their fight very in character and might have been inspired by the elevator's recording tape for the season 2 script.

At the table reading Atsushi was in full disbelief and Akutagawa looked furious, but luckily for everyone neither of them chose to address it.

Heated quarrels between them continued, more and more frequently bursting in front of other cast and staff members. It got as bad as possible within the season 3 shooting as they started realizing they had feelings for each other– that's when their fights got the more heated, because nothing was more frustrating for them than to have fallen for someone they considered to be the most annoying person on earth. Almost anything was now a good excuse for them to fight

As they evidently started to disturb the whole cast's serenity, directors started discussing a cast replacement; they were inclined towards substituting Akutagawa with another actor, since Atsushi was the protagonist and thus a replacement was out of discussion, and, besides, Atsushi didn't seem to have any problem with any other cast member while Akutagawa's temperament easily made others afraid of him

It was a suffered decision - the directors themselves weren't really happy since they knew Atsushi and Akutagawa's chemistry on set could have never been replaced, but they also knew filming couldn't proceed smoothly in such a tense environment

They called Akutagawa to inform him of their decision. Although internally upset, he didn't make resistance and accepted his dismissal - I guess he knew he did very much bring it upon himself

Akutagawa was the first to inform Atsushi- “I just wanted you to hear it from me”

Atsushi was UPSET

Atsushi storming to the directors like “YOU CANNOT FIRE AKUTAGAWA his role for the show is fundamental he's irreplaceable and such an amazingly talented actor and and and ” *passionately rambles about Akutagawa for ten minutes*

Directors are half unbelieving, half exasperated– did they really have to start supporting each other now out of all times? “We're glad to learn you two finally found common ground for the first time in three seasons, but the choice is not up to you”

In the end Chuuya put a good word for Akutagawa to stay in the show. Atsushi and Akutagawa ultimately found a compromise with the directors in adding a clause to their contracts according to which they were forbidden to argue in public spaces

From that moment on they just limited themselves to send each other the sharpest, deadliest looks

They get together somewhen in the break between season 3 and 4

With season 4 Akutagawa FINALLY wins in the best actor category against Atsushi for his performance for chapters 87-88 (duh... )

And it's nice, because it shows how, once he started dating Atsushi, he was able to put all his hatred and resentment behind. Ironically, he was able to win the award only when the action of winning itself stopped mattering to him, because that's when he stopped believing his worth is determined by what others think of him. And not minding what others think of him and feeling loved allowed him to lightheartedly dedicate himself to his job which resulted in him delivering his most beautiful and genuine performance up to that point

So yeah they love each other ❤️

[term546]

My thoughts on Kung Fu Panda 4

WARNING! This will contain spoilers for Kung Fu Panda 4! Go watch it before reading this!

... I feel nothing.

For those who are unaware, Kung Fu Panda is one of my favourite film franchises of all time. Everything about it, from the storytelling to the action to the humour to the characters, all of it comes together to create some truly incredible movies. So when Dreamworks announced that they were making a fourth one, I was both excited and terrified.

On one hand, it was a new installment in one of my favourite series! Of course I was gonna be excited for it! But on the other hand, I also knew how easy it would be for them to fuck this movie up and ruin the KFP legacy. But in spite of that, I held out hope that they would be able to deliver on something great.

Then I went to see it, and... yup. Sure was a movie.

Kung Fu Panda 4 just feels so... stale. There's nothing innovative that makes it stick out from its competition. I don't really know how to describe it, but the first three movies all awaken some childlike joy in me. They give me this rush of serotonin that no other movie can provide. This movie has none of that.

It's not entirely devoid of good elements. Tai Lung has retained all of his sauce from the first movie, and he's the only part of the movie I really liked. The Chameleon turning into a giant chimera creature near the climax was cool, even if it was shortlived. The action is still good as always. There is definitely stuff I like here.

The problem is that it stops at me just liking it. There's nothing here that I love. And I do have a number of problems as well.

The Chameleon is cool in concept, but she's very bland and boring in execution. Her entire motivation for being evil is completely negated by the existence of Mantis. As previously mentioned, her turning into a chimera was cool, but then they immediately ditch it for a Sonic Adventure 2 mirror match with Po which I thought was just kind of okay.

I do not like Akkwafina as an actor, so I had a predetermined bias against Zhen. I didn't hate her, but she was nothing special. The fact that Po picked her to be the next Dragon Warrior over Tigress, or ANY of the Furious Five for that matter, is ridiculous.

Speaking of that, Po becoming the spiritual leader or whatever just felt like a weaker rehash of him becoming a teacher in 3. It was just very uninteresting and unnecessary because there wasn't supposed to be a "successor" to the Dragon Warrior.

The villains are super underutilised. Tai Lung is still pretty cool, but he only gets to be cool for like 30 seconds before getting punched once and thrown in a cage. They couldn't afford to get Gary Oldman and J.K Simmons back, so Shen and Kai don't get any lines. Shen being here makes no sense, because his whole gimmick was that his kung fu skills weren't the reason he was so threatening, and Kai being here makes even less sense since his spirit was destroyed in 3. Also at the end, after Po restores all the spirit warriors' kung fu, they all bow to him. INCLUDING LORD FUCKING SHEN. No way in hell would Shen do that in any circumstance. Or Tai Lung. I get that he's kind of mellowed out, but the Tai Lung I know would not bow to Po.

ON THAT SUBJECT, they did a much worse version of Shen's "you're right, and I choose this" moment in 2 with the Chameleon. Po tries to convince her to not be evil anymore, and she just punches him. I feel nothing here. It feels completely artificial.

You know what the worst part of all this is? I kind of WANTED to hate this movie. I wanted to be able to call it a stain on the face of one of my favourite film franchises ever, because the story of its production is really depressing. Seek it out if you're able to. But no. They couldn't even manage that. I do not like this movie, nor do I hate it. It is a perfectly serviceable movie that I will probably never watch again.

Kung Fu Panda is a trilogy. And an amazing trilogy at that. This movie is going in the same boat as the TV shows. Not. Canon.

[thetravellingvagrant]

Day 8: In Which I Everyone Can Just Fuck Off

Lemme tell ya, I needed an easy day today. Not quite a rest day as, to be honest, I really hadn't seen a lot of Seville thus far and I really wanted to, but a nice relaxed day doing a small, light walk around the city sounded like just the ticket.

I got up (at a vaguely respectable time and everything), hurled myself down my bunk bed ladder, which it is possible to descend gracefully, quietly and painlessly, but you're only allowed to pick two and set about constructing a walking/cultural tour of the city, a la Larry.

As it turned out, I actually *had* seen quite a lot of the city on the previous days excursion. A huge amount of the “what's worth seeing in Seville” entries on various websites were ones I had either passed yesterday or was incredibly close to passing, almost without exception. The interesting, touristy places seemed - quite easily - all crammed into one little segment of the city. That'll make a nice easy walk, surely? *Surely?!*

I pieces a route together - an hour and a half long, by Google's estimations, which I had, over the past two days, begun viewing with a not insignificant degree of suspicion. That would be fine. Wouldn't it? *Wouldn't it?!*

I set out into the city, again opting to use the subway rather than face walking for hours in the rain and mud and the wrath of “that” donkey…, hoping that it would be substantially less busy than it had on constitution day, yesterday. It wasn't. It was more busy if anything. Great.

This proved to be a theme of the day - Seville is just…busy, I think. I'm here in December and it's still mobbed; I shudder to think how crammed full of dullards it would be in the summer months.

The day was hot and I was sweaty and tired. I possibly had a stomach bug, a sinus infection and definitely had hurty bones. The last thing I wanted was to drown in a sea of tourists, but here I was: drowning. 

I understand that when you go to tourist attractions, there will be tourists - I'm not an idiot - but god damn, I really didn't expect this many people, especially in winter.

Go home, idiots.

I walked, first, through an okay, if incredibly busy park

This is like the one moment I got to myself the entire day

Then on to the city’s cathedral, which really defined the term “incredibly busy” for me

Hey, neat! I hope you all choke.

Before toying with a visit to the Indian archives which was supposed to be quite neat, though had a security guard frisking people at the door, which I would hate on days that weren't shaping up to be a sweaty, sensory nightmare already, so I left it.

I then stopped to take a very quick picture of the tower of gold

Cool, whatever.

But at this point, I had become tired, hungry and furious; sick to the back teeth of children absent mindedly wandering into my path and herds of fat American tourists, walking five abreast down narrow streets arbitrarily stopping to point their pudgey little sausage fingers at something, or nothing, going “hey, neat”, so I stopped for lunch. Waiting for a space to open up on a riverside wall, for me to sit on, grumbling as I munched through, what it had to be said, were pretty good sandwiches. This too, brought me very little peace as I was immediately beset upon by a gang of very insistent pigeons. I can't even get any space away from the fucking wildlife in this place. Ahh!

Just fuck off!

I tried my best to reset myself with a nice lunch, but sadly, I simply hadn't be able to. I wasn't having fun and so decided to bin the penultimate location of the day, the mushroom of Seville, which was a weird mushroom looking building that you could climb up for excellent arial views of the city, but was twenty minutes walk in the wrong direction, cost three euros to climb and would involve doing lots of stairs. In the bin it goes.

I walked, unhappily, then through the Triana district of the city, which was, shockingly, also very touristy, to get to a nice looking park, named Parque De Los Principes. I arrived and to my genuine delight, the place was all but deserted. I walked into my new fortress of solitude and, for the first time that day, was able to actually relax. I took a deep breath and stretched my crumpling spine out and…was immediately body checked by a lone jogger. Nevermind. I'm going home.

I made my way out of the park, which did involve having to walk through it, which I did begrudgingly enjoy

It's fine.

Straight back onto the tube, on which I did not get a seat, before facing the twenty minute slog back to the apartment, where I stayed, alone and absolutely furious for the rest of the night. They can't all be zingers.

…also tomorrow is going to be spent either on a bus or resting, so it won't be a zinger, either. Deal with it.