#i barely have time to do things i actually like booooo

[harubirus]

guys.... i've forgotten how to socialise....

[steddiesrobin]

bff stobin x 90210 headcanons

it’s officially 1990, robin and steve are flipping through the five channels that they have and stumble upon the premiere of “Beverly Hills, 90210”

they watch the two part premiere and actually love it??

it’s nice to watch high schooler’s live a life that doesn’t include fighting monsters and simply be teenagers

robin and steve are both hardcore simping for kelly taylor.

steve hates steve. so much. every time steve sanders opens his mouth, steve (harrington) just yells “BOOOOO!!!!”

robin does the same

robin is convinced that there is something going on between brenda and kelly (she’s just like me fr)

episode four absolutely alters steve’s brain when luke perry as dylan mckay comes on screen

“rob… you can have kelly”

after episode four, it officially became routine that every wednesday the two would watch the new episodes

they could only watch the episodes with each other

on one of their 90210 nights, eddie is over, and he’s complaining that he doesn’t want to watch the “stupid rich kid soap opera”

but it’s very important to both steve and robin that they watch the episode

so eddie finally agrees

he ends up getting sucked in very quickly

“who is that? do we like her? why do we hate him? why are they doing that?”

eddie goes home that night and watches all the previous episodes

on halloween that year, steve, robin, eddie, and nancy decide to be the core four of 90210

robin as brenda, steve as brandon, nancy as kelly, and eddie as dylan

robin is a blushing, flustered, mess when she sees nancy in a blonde wig. it also doesn’t help that robin very much ships brenda and kelly

they all giggle at robin and eddie being brenda and dylan bc they’re the furthest thing from the relationship b & d have

steve and robin cry at brenda’s departure at the end of season four

a new crush unlocks for the both of them when tiffani amber thiessen as valerie malone is on the screen during the season 5 premiere

with the two of them getting older and having “real adult lives”, it’s harder to get the time to watch the new episodes when they air at night

there’s a new episode airing one night where steve couldn’t get that night off with robin

steve confirmed it would be okay to watch without him, but robin didn’t want to. she invited nancy over and they decided to watch it anyways because the cliffhanger from the past episode had them on edge

during this episode there was some type of message about not betraying your friends, which lead to robin having a breakdown. she called steve immediately.

“rob, it’s fine. i promise i’m okay with it– yes i know we always watch it with each other but i swear it is okay that you did without me.”

a few years later, it’s 1998 and season 8 is airing. steve is kind of over the show, so many plot lines and episodes it’s getting overwhelming. it’s also been eight years.

robin is still very hyper-fixated on 90210

but season 8 is WILD and steve gets hooked and refuses to miss ANY episodes (and almost gets fired from his job for taking nights off)

(spoilers if anyone hasn’t seen the show & is interested) with season 8 having plots of kelly getting shot, revealing valerie killed her father, and brandon & kelly almost* get married was quite insane. but one episode triggers something in them

there’s an episode where donna is being held hostage and threatened to be killed, which gives both steve and robin a bit of a ptsd attack; thinking back to the russians at scoops ahoy. this is what opens steve’s eyes as to why robin is still so attached to this show, it was to help her escape the trauma that they both went through years prior. steve had thought she’d move on, but seeing a character they’d both grown fond of and having been in that same situation, it was hard to watch.

skipping info abt season 9 and most of 10 due to the fact i barely remember those seasons (cuz they kinda sucked ngl), steve and robin make a whole event for the series finale in year 2000

the party is at robin and nancy’s place, since steve and eddie have gotten their own place (they live next door to each other.) the fruity four get decide to wear their 90210 fruity four halloween costumes from years prior, along with telling everyone else they invite to come in costume

(spoilers again) after 10 years of the show, this is an emotional night. everyone is spending their night watching donna martin and david silver finally get married. seeing characters that have left the show comeback for the finale made the night even more emotional.

seeing nat walk donna down the aisle made steve hardcore sob. like. his eyes were red and puffy.

the sobbing doesn’t stop when donna and david say their vows and tell each other “i do.” which leads to eddie getting down on one knee and proposing

steve truly cannot take anymore crying.

he says yes, obviously.

getting back to the episode, dylan and kelly are back together which comes to everyone yelling out “BOOOOO!” bc they’re dylan/kelly anti’s

the finale comes to an end and everyone is a jumble of emotions.

steve realizes that robin is crying. “rob, what’s wrong?” he asks her. “it’s just…” she starts, “i can’t believe it’s over. this made us closer than ever, i loved spending my 90210 nights with you, and with it being over and you now getting married… i don’t want to lose my best friend.” steve softly chuckles, “you’re not gonna lose me, rob. i’ll always be your best friend. i also live right next to you, if anything you’ll be begging to get rid of me.”

and that’s their night.

[spacedhead]

homestuck reread #7: a5a2 part 3

this is so fucked up.

but hey check it out. vriska went goat mode

okayyy merry christmas and happy new year to everyone reading. never too late for a happy new year

look at roseee shes serving so hard rn. but unfortunately she is talking to doc scratch. which is something one should never do. especially if one is a light player he really loves to torment light players for some reason

look at how cool jade looks here i would wear the shit out of this outfit if it wasnt approx. 1 trillion degrees in my location. keep slaying girl

what a thing to say. i know what he is talking about and yet i still barely understood what he meant

yeah WHATEVER . most important character my ass. we dont care . booooo. boo

why is jade sprite so sad shes being such a cry baby. honestly normal jade is based for this. jade sprite is just crying and crying for NO REASON. what is even the problem!!!!!

very fucking interesting indeed.... what a funny thing to say. that is VERY FUCKING interesting......

woah he looks so cool i love art i love images. also he looks like has the windows logo on his face... sponsored? hello?

okay so i guess the mayor is having a bad dream. this is pretty scary man... i wonder if its like the ring that he has affecting him in some way. i dont know what it means....

oh? vriska is here now

dawwww shes so EEPY!!! that being said, the next page is [s] wake, and i really fucking hate this one. so im NOT EXCITED.

ARADIA!!!! SHE DID IT!!!! im so happy for her and nothing else happens in this animation so i might as well not watch the rest of it

:(

sigh. man this sucks

look at jade go. she looks so awesome! like a super hero. iron man. tony stark . stucky. i could do this all day . blargh

ok so now im playing another game thing. kanaya and jade just had a conversation about how they have the same role in the two different sessions and how theyre more similar than they thought. also theres some future jade present karkat past jade password shenanigans going on. i loooove when time travel makes no sense and is super confusing. that isnt sarcasm btw. and that wasnt either. also, they updated the sprites in this one so they look way better and sweeeeeeeet. that was 8 e's btw. she isnt even here to appreciate my efforts.....

this is like scott pilgrim to me. theyre about to go at it!!!! who you guys got money on? me personally i bet sollux 3-0s him and doesnt lose a stock

easter egg

anyway yeah guys i was just kidding sollux was no match for eridans insane hope powers. really wasnt even fair to begin with

yeah and now eridan snaps and becomes an incel. sadge. why do people even like this guy?? WHATEVER HES MID HOPE HE DIES SOON RIP BOZO

my honest reaction to eridan to only knocking out the guy he had an actual problem with, but killing two women who he liked and respected

on top of that, gamzee has officially lost it. MAN EVERYTHING IS FUCKING SPIRALING MAN TAVROS IS DEAD KANAYAS DEAD FEFERIS DEAD SOLLUX IS KO'D GAMZEES CRAZY. surely nothing else goes wrong

yeah

karkat....:(

oh.....hey john....nice to see you..... maybe you can lift my mood a little...

STOP CALLING WOMEN CRAZY. even if this one might be a little crazy .. YOU HAVE NO RIGHT

ALALALALLALAAL thats what vriska looks like shes saying. do you see it i see it personally

man now i gotta be equius in this game. lets see how this goes...

SHES SO REAL I LOVE HER. nothing bad will ever happen to her

okay well i reached the end of the game and also the image limit for this post. so ill continue this next time. but i just gotta say

that it was actually pretty good. like go figure the equius one was pretty engaging. equius is very protective of nepeta and it was very sad when he was like "let me take this chance to say goodbye" and nepeta was like "um okay but i will see you soon." like. yeah i guess you will.... :(

i actually liked both of them in this one isolated game . sad for whats gonna happen in the coming pages

[thebeautyoffanfics]

Idk if you already made this but Hanako, Kou and mitsuba jealous Hcs with their girlfriend that is quite popular among the students pls? thank u!!

hanako x f!reader, kou minamoto x f!reader, mitsuba sousuke x f!reader

a/n: sure thing!! No worries, I haven’t made it yet :D you’re so very welcome, and thank you so much for requesting!! I love jealousy headcanons tho I don’t think I’ve ever written them? I hope these turn out alright, and I’m so sorry for the time this took!

warnings: jealousy?

word count: 1,936

Hanako <3

Oh boy- can I do anything but wish you luck?

Hanako is already a fairly clingy and jealous guy, that’s practically canon. He’ll stand between you when you’re talking to anyone, and I mean aaaaanyone. He just can’t risk losing you!

(It’s got a whole lot to do with his insecurities, of course- while he wouldn’t admit it, not wanting to drop his “ah? I’m just an innocent little boy, free of issues and perverted thoughts <3” attitude, he does struggle a lot. He’s a ghost, a murderer, and imperfect in more ways than those. You’re popular for a reason. You’re so pretty, so kind, so lovable- you’re alive, and probably have morals. What are you doing with a dead murderer?)

Wow, ANYWAY- we’re here for jealousy, not Hanako’s issues, though they will probably resurface shortly.

Seeing everyone around you… always wanting your attention, always complimenting you…

You deserved it! He thought all of those positive things and more-! But… at this point, so many people admiring you, why were you still with him?

Even if you explain to him constantly that you love him dearly, and wouldn’t leave him for anyone else, he still gets somewhat possessive. Eventually putting the “but why does (Y/N) still love me,,” aside, he just wants others to keep their hands off you :((

It’s no fault of yours, and he acknowledges that! But it’s the fault of others getting so close to you >:((

Though they can’t see him, when people go up to you, talking joyfully- he’s standing there, arms wrapped around you, head on your shoulder as he glares daggers into their souls.

BRO IF SOMEONE FLIRTS WITH YOU OR TOUCHES YOU??

You’ve never seen him super angry, much less murderous. He doesn’t want you to see him that angry normally- but holy moley is he about ready to beat someone.

Yet, he’s still just a ghost- plus if he did something Teru would exorcise him, booooo. So, he settles for continuing to glare, standing between the two of you, hitting their arm if it’s resting on your shoulder. Once again, they’re completely unaware of it, but you aren’t!

“Hanako, you know I won’t leave you for them. They’re a classmate, I barely know them, really.”

“But they want to know you. And I don’t want them to know you… they’re gonna try and take you from me, (Y/N)!”

“I won’t let them take me, you big dummy. So, if you could please let go of me so I can get back to class?”

“No :((“

Not only does he cling to you, of course- though he hugs you bunches and squishes your face just because you’re cute- you can also expect a lot of kisses. Ranging from quick “hey, I’m here, and please don’t choose someone else over me”, “hey, my kisses are better than theirs!! Here’s proof!”, “you’re my girlfriend, not theirs, and if they keep treating you like you aren’t taking I’m going to stabby stabby (but I can’t stab cos Teru’s here, but I would if it wasn’t upsetting)”, etc, etc. It’s… almost strange how easy it is to understand what he means from the way he kisses you- but, I digress!

Overall, he gets jealous fairly easily, and gets very clingy when jealous. He’s not amazing with words, so he wants to show you that he loves you with actions!! However, those actions, more often than not, end up just being… clinging to you, and glaring at people who try to get too close to you.

(RIP Akane, Kou, and Nene for bearing witness to you walking around the school with a visibly angry Hanako. Though the worst the others get is the feeling that someone is staring at them, they get to witness his jealousy from off to the side.)

Kou Minamoto <3

He’s nearly completely opposite from Hanako, actually! He doesn’t get jealous very often, trusting you to actually tell him if something were wrong in the relationship. And, when he does get jealous, he does his best to not show it.

He’s not fond of being jealous. It makes him feel like he’s betraying you…? Like him being jealous is the same as him saying that he doesn’t trust you. But, similarly to Hanako, he trusts you. He just doesn’t trust others quite as much. Not with his very cute and very pretty and very sweet girlfriend :((

While it takes a lot to get him jealous, two things that really can make his temper cut short are (similarly to Hanako) when someone outright flirts or touches you. Especially if they touch you and the two of you aren’t at least friends-

If someone flirts, he’s going to casually slip into the conversation, if he wasn’t there already. A quick “hey, (Y/N)! Wait, sorry, I didn’t realize you were talking-“, then he’ll stand next to you, grabbing your hand lightly. One thing about Kou is, he does his best to be gentle all the time! Even when he’s jealous, he’d never ever hurt you intentionally-!!

If someone’s touching you, he’ll hop into the conversation as he does when someone flirts, adding a “I need your help with something, when you can.” This time, or any time really, if you’re uncomfortable you can use it as an excuse to get away!! Kou’s got your back!!!

If it’s been a day where people just constantly seem to be needing your attention, he’ll start to let his jealousy get to him a bit. It’s not even that some people like your attention- heck, he gets it! He likes having your attention as well. It’s more that… they constantly need your attention. Someone always needing something, even when he just wanted to have a conversation with you :((

In that case, he’ll be slightly clingy, and slightly pouty. Almost like a young child. His lips will be pouted slightly, eyes looking a bit lower to the ground than usual. His hand will be secured in yours, and your shoulder will be lightly pressed against his.

“Kouuu, tell me what’s wrong~,” You spoke, poking his cheek with your index finger. When he was like this, it was easy to tell he was embarrassed about whatever he was pouting over, and not upset over something too serious. It was the perfect time to mess with him.

His face would flush as it usually did- and he’d look away, pouting a bit harder as his eyebrows furrowed slightly. “It’s nothing, (Y/N), really.”

“You’re pouting. Come on, now, you really can tell me. I promise I won’t think of you any less!”

“…it’s just… well- well, seeing all those people around you all day, and I couldn’t really… even get to talk to you. You even had to leave early during lunch-! I’m not angry or anything- it’s dumb, it’s dumb, really-“

“Awwwwh, Kou! Don’t be jealous, sweetheart! It’s not dumb, I actually find it sweet. You know I’d choose you over any of those people. I’d much rather spend time with you than them, but it’s not exactly easy to say no… but, if it makes you feel bad, I’ll make sure they know that, at least, lunch is off-limits.”

“Y-you don’t have to, but… that’s up to you.” (AKA “I want you to, but I don’t want you to feel obligated to do something just for my sake.”)

Overall! Kou’s going to be a sweetheart, even when (not very often) jealous. He doesn’t want you to think he’s silly or not trusting of you when he does get jealous- so he does his best to hide it? Still, he fails, since he can’t help but want to be at least a little closer to you!! Plus the way he pouts- he’s easily read in most situations, and that type is no different.

Mitsuba Sousuke <3

Ahh, where to begin… I suppose the same way I’ve been beginning the other two-

Mitsuba is… a complicated jealous boy? He gets jealous rather easily- and… doesn’t admit it, but makes it painfully obvious. He thinks he isn’t being obvious, but it’s practically plain as daylight.

As he does all things, he masks his jealousy in insults at first! Making his way into whatever conversation or interaction your having, offering an ‘uninterested’ “what’re you doing?” After that, he criticizes every little thing the other person does- his levels of mercy depending on how much the person deserves it.

A quick question? Minimum amount of insults. Maybe one, two if they drag it out.

Just having a normal conversation? More than a short question, but not an excessive amount. If they drag it out too long, the insults go up.

Flirting? Lays the insults on THICK. Plus, after a moment, an annoyed and rather cocky sounding: “why haven’t you gotten lost already? Can’t you see I’m (Y/N)’s boyfriend? You idiot. Moron. Pervert. Who talks to a taken girl like that??”

Touches you? Doesn’t even happen. They reach for you, and he’s smacking their hand away. “Idiot. What right do you have to touch my girlfriend?? That’s invasive. Gross. You’re so weird, trying to put your sticky little hands on her.”

But! If it’s a situation he can’t interfere with, be it because he’s dead and the other person’s alive, or in which the people needing your attention goes on for too long- he enters Sulky Mitsuba Mode.

Don’t get me wrong, Sulky Mitsuba is still full of insults, just… sad. In those times, as a ghost, he can’t help but wonder if you’re content in the relationship. Look at you… popular with other students- other students who could leave the school, buy you things, and such. He was a cute ghost, but he was a ghost. He wasn’t even really Mitsuba- he wasn’t the classmate you once knew. How hard was it for you? Yet, you gave it your best to get to know him again-

Luckily, Mitsuba has the ability to tell himself “if (Y/N) did that much for me, she must at least care.” However, it won’t get rid of all his doubts- and he’ll still sulk once you finally catch up with him.

“Hey, Mitsuba! Sorry, I’ve been busy!”

“Mh? Have you? I’ve barely even noticed you were gone.”

Terrible acting skills, Mitsuba. He looks annoyed, his voice sounds uninterested, but… it’s still somehow easy to see through his little act. He’s jealous, and you’re bound to be aware of it.

Take a seat next to him, and he’ll scoot away. Be patient- when he’s jealous, it’s like approaching a stray cat. No sudden movements or you’ll scare him away!

“I’m sorry, Mitsuba. I know I’ve been caught up today, and I’m really sad that I haven’t seen you much until now. Did you have anything you wanted to do? I’m all yours now!”

“Tch, whatever. I don’t have anything I want to do, so just leave it be.”

Ah… do I even have to mention that he’s stubborn. Apologize a bit, he’ll dismissively forgive you, and go from there. Lighthearted conversation, asking him about his day, talking about yours- slowly move closer to him, and! Next thing you know, his heads on your shoulder as he rants about something that happened.

Overall, Mitsuba does get jealous rather easily! He’s stubborn as always, partnered with his insults constantly ready to be fired- it’s interesting when he gets jealous. He never outright admits that he trusts you, and doesn’t consider much more than “I’m feeling a bit jealous since this person keeps taking (Y/N)’s attention, but he’d never put the blame on you. Just… like I said, be patient, and don’t get too offended.

[star-puff]

city lights

atsumu x reader, asam au

the night is quiet, truth be told.

quiet, not in the typical sense. not when atsumu is in the driver’s seat cruising down the highway, his favorite summer playlist blaring through the shitty speakers of his hand-me-down car. not when you can barely hear the actual music over atsumu’s shittier singing, shouting off-tune lyrics as he headbangs to the rhythm. if this was the first time you’d ridden in a car with him, you’d be worried about crashing into an unsuspecting semi-truck five minutes into the interstate, but with an entire summer of carpooling with miya atsumu, you’ve learned to just trust his unbelievable driving capabilities and just sing along to favorite summer hits.

it's quiet, in the way that you watch the late night film flurry loops on repeat outside, the blur of headlights—red to orange to yellow—as the breeze whips through your hair from the open gap atop the windows.

his playlist slowly nears its end. you would know, after all, especially after you'd helped curate more than half of it during the beginnings of june. you have it basically memorized by now, after so many rides with it on repeat, and there's not many you can name that haven't been played yet.

and it's the type of quietness where all that really accounts for the passage of time is the digital clock of his car, each song fading into the next, the slowly setting sun in the horizon. red, to orange, to yellow.

but everything feels like captured polaroid film, like you could stay in this summer with him forever.

"august is almost over," you begin, right as another song begins. sandals flung on the floor long ago, your bare feet rest against the dash. "you ready for college?"

atsumu snorts, "yeah right, i'm enjoying the rest of this summer while it lasts. something something about living out the rest of my youth. and get yer feet off my dash."

you roll your eyes at him, sliding your feet back into your sandals. "booooo."

"oh boo yerself, you can put your feet on the dash in yer own car." he stops, giving you a exaggerated frown. "oh wait."

you resist the urge to throw the vent clip air freshener at his face.

"i didn't see you complaining when you dragged me out almost every weekend to go on mcdonald's midnight runs with you. if anything, my lack of car is something you should be grateful for."

it's atsumu's turn to roll his eyes now, exasperation apparent even with his gaze on the road ahead.

"you know though," you say, stretching as you lean back. "i did have a bucket list for this summer. things i wanted to do before my high school years officially ended."

he hums in interest, glancing quickly at you. "like what?"

"oh, the usual. roadtripping, baking some bread, going to disneyland, nothing revolutionary or anything. though," you pause, your gaze wandering over to atsumu. "there was something i really wanted to do. the last thing on that list."

"what, get a car?"

"shut up!"

"ow!"

with all the muscle he brags about, he sure whines like a baby when he gets smacked in the arm.

"just for that, i'm not telling you." you stick your tongue out at him, and he whines in response.

"aw, come on!"

"nope, sorry!" you say, looking out the window. "your top secret knowledge rights have been revoked."

he whines for a few minutes longer, until you come to a stop at a red light. "but actually though," atsumu tries again, turning his head to meet your gaze. "what was the last thing on yer bucket list? ya can't leave a guy hanging like that."

you hum, finger to your chin as you pretend to be deep in thought. "i guess i'll be nice and tell you. the last thing on my bucket list?" you try to hide the smile that tilts up your lips. "it's this."

and then, you lean in.

it's nothing more than a peck, a fleeting touch-and-go of your lips on his, but you feel the electricity all the same, the halting of atsumu's breath, his rapid blinking as you watch his brain process what exactly just happened.

"so what do you think?' you ask, teasing. "worth it, or not?"

it takes a moment for him to compose himself, the clearing of his throat followed by a hidden smile of his own. atsumu's voice is light as he speaks. "i had a bucket list too, ya know."

"oh yeah?"

"yeah."

he leans in and kisses you again, only this time, it's you that is breathless. it's not like the peck you'd given him before, not the fleeting softness you'd gathered up months of courage to attain. atsumu's kiss is deep, heat instead of warmth, a hand to your cheek as if to never let you go. film flurry, polaroid snapshots, your summer of teasing romance has led to this moment.

atsumu pulls away after what seems like forever. you try to control the warm flush that threatens to embarrass you more than the heaving of your chest.

"my list?" he smirks, skin burned into yours. "it was just that."

note: please don't try this at home kids, atsumu got honked at 2 seconds later cause the light turned green like 10 seconds ago </3

[jcmorrigan]

Rank all the disguises that Megavolt and Quackerjack wore in “Stressed To Kill” from best to worst in your opinion. BTW, thanks for reblogging my fanart of those 2 as Dr. Heebie and Dr. Jeebie.

Okay, just rewatched this, and I'm gonna go worst to best because that order's more fun. I'm also expanding the parameters - it's every outfit they wore. I'm gonna do a separate list first for the ones we were told about but never saw, and that I wish we had seen.

THE UNSEEN, WORST TO BEST:

4. A cowboy and an Indigenous American

The 90s were, uh, a weird time when it came to cultural appropriation. I'm not too mad we didn't see these getups, especially since Megavolt in a feather headdress already happened in "Comic Book Capers" (which is how I know it was him). Oh, but he was also in a cowboy hat in the giant magnet episode. Neither of these was anything special. Except, y'know, the headdress was awkward because 90's appropriation

3. Two pumpkins

Kinda vanilla, and probably identical, but let's face it: this would've been hecka cute. Imagine the slapstick potential! One of them probably trips and falls over and rolls for like a BLOCK!

2. Pirates

If Megs is wearing the pirate outfit from Darkwing Doubloon, then I definitely wanna see that again, because that was a nice outfit. Quackerjack, of course, wears THE EXACT SAME THING HE ALWAYS DOES in that episode, but he's described as being one of two pirates, which means this time, he ACTUALLY WORE THE COSTUME, so please, give me the forbidden Pirate Quackerjack!

1. Circus clowns

They already are clowns. Let me see them wear their true colors of clownitude. Also think of all the colors! The polka dots! There's so much you can do with this aesthetic, and it'd work so well for them since they usually wear bright colors to begin with!

THE SEEN, WORST TO BEST:

6. Firefighter Quackerjack

This one barely counts, but what the hey. Thing is, he went to all the trouble of putting on the hat and getting a tiny fire truck in order to light that fire, so why didn't he go for the coat as well? Rest of the uniform? I want to see him commit a heist as a firefighter and have an axe strapped to his belt that he attempts to use in close combat but fumbles and drops harmlessly on his foot. Also, Megavolt didn't get a corresponding outfit, so booooo.

5. Pharaohs

These guys have been wearing crazy costumes all dang week and then all of a sudden, they show up wearing just pharaoh headdresses and no other part of the costume? I mean, I guess that avoids another weird 90s cultural appropriation incident, but it's also so vanilla. C'mon, you guys can step it up. Now, I’ve just been reminded that this is because they literally just stole the headdresses from the museum and decided to wear their loot home, as opposed to coming up with an actual disguise, so this can get a pass to some extent. Still, you know these boys would’ve loved to wear EVEN MORE historical costuming from that same museum.

4. The community service jumpsuits

No, not a disguise, but I think they look kinda neat in these. I like the running gag that Quackerjack never takes off his jester hat no matter what else he wears. I think the Paddywhack episode is the only time we ever see him without the hat, and that's for maybe three seconds as he's sucked into the vortex. That hat is part of him.

3. Their normal outfits

Okay, I just wanna talk about how great their designs are, okay? The bright colors. The fact that they're pretty much palette opposites - QJ is red and purple while Megavolt is yellow and blue with a little orange. The way their aesthetics are completely different, but also totally complement one another. You see them committing crimes together and you're like "They just GO. They MATCH."

2. Doctors Heebie and Jeebie

Absolutely classic Quackerjack-and-Megavolt disguises. Lab coats, masks, the immersive experience. Princess, you've pointed out that they actually look more like dentists, and that's CORRECT, and it's even funnier that way because they still get away with it. The longer that scene goes on and the more Darkwing just DOESN'T REALIZE who's in front of him, despite, y'know, the JESTER HAT, the funnier it gets. I'm always a sucker for when Paper Thin Disguises inexplicably work. It's peak humor.

1. Shakespearean actors

Okay, but this had to take the cake! Quackerjack in old English clothing with a waistcoat? Snappy! MEGAVOLT IN A DRESS, THOUGH? PERFECTION. I also love that his complaint is that by that point, it's getting "boring." He never has any aversion to the dress due to femininity, and does a cute little curtsy with it later in the scene - no, his problem is just that it's the fourth costume in the same night. But it's a very beautiful dress, and it suits him quite well. I like that he's comfortable enough with his masculinity to rock it.

But, uh...c'mere. Got a secret for you. Okay, you ready? So Quackerjack's outfit is mostly earth tones with a green vest. Megavolt's is a purple gown with corset lacing in front. They're...they're Eugene and Rapunzel from Tangled. This was years before Tangled was even a concept but SOMEHOW they are wearing a pretty convincing Tangled cosplay. Food for thought.

[dubmiho]

Despite getting up early, Mimi slides into class with barely any time to spare. Like, how does this always happen? She walks briskly for a seat near the middle (ladies never rush), setting down the latte she picked up on the way to class. She’s glad she went with the third outfit she tried on (it’s a little chilly in the classroom, and she’s got a spring sweater on).

She’s arranging her things when she thinks she sees a familiar face out of the corner of her eye. Jonouchi Katsuya? She hasn’t really talked to him in ages, but wasn’t he supposed to be travelling... somewhere? Playing Duel Monsters? What on earth is he doing here? Oh, learning math, probably. Duh. 

The professor welcomes them to class and opens with an overview of the syllabus before launching directly into their first topic. Boooo, she thinks. Boooo! We actually have work on the first day?? She sneaks peaks at her friend when she gets too bored to pay attention, until she’s no longer convinced it’s him. The face is right, and maybe he stopped bleaching his hair, but he just seems different somehow. Did he used to have that many freckles? 

Didn’t there turn out to be three of them? God that was like, SO totally wild! He must be one of the other brothers? I don’t know if I’ve even met him... Unfortunately for her, she misses him in the mass exodus at the end of class. She checks her schedule--of course, this is a Monday-Wednesday-Friday class, so she’ll just have to wonder until then. Again: booooo! Now, what is she supposed to do with this two hour gap before her next class starts? 

[ment. @luckyredeyes]

[tk-writer]

Team Building. [Haikyuu!! - Sugatsuki]

Sugawara notices Tsukishima acting strangely during a team building exercise and does some... “investigating”.

Word count: 2353

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Suga stared down at the blank piece of paper in his hand and contemplated what he was going to write next.

Most of his other team members had already given their folded notes to Daichi in preparation for the second round, but there were still two or three lagging behind. It looked like it was him, Yamaguchi, Kageyama, and Tsukishima. He couldn't really blame them for being hesitant; when their captain suggested playing this game as a “team building exercise” during their second night of training camp, there were more than a few protests from both under- and upperclassmen. Writing down your deepest secrets only to have your fellow athletes try and guess who they belong to? It was nerve wracking for Sugawara, who prided himself on his openness, so he couldn't imagine how hard it was for people like Yamaguchi, Tsukishima, and Kageyama.

Speaking of which, it seemed like they were still having trouble coming up with something. Suga scribbled something stupid down and tossed his folded paper into the upturned cap on the floor, waiting for the others to follow suit. He began observing the others, who were all sitting around the cap in a circle formation as if conducting some type of magical ritual.

“Hurry up!!” Nishinoya urged, growing restless as the minutes dragged on. “We’re not getting any younger here!”

“Hold on! I’m thinking!” Kageyama barked back, his brows furrowed in deep thought. Hinata sat next to him, attempting to peek over his shoulder as he started writing, which earned him a sharp elbow to the gut. He doubled over as Tanaka snickered beside him.

Suga watched Tsukishima and Yamaguchi from the corner of his eye, who were both sitting to his left. The latter seemed to have an “aha!” moment and finally wrote something while the former still had not picked up his pencil. He donned the same unreadable expression as always: blank, bored eyes, thin lips pressed together, no hint of excitement or nervousness or anything, really. He wondered what was going on in that pretty little blonde head of his.

Then, suddenly, he saw something.

It was only for a split second; Suga was certain he was the only one who noticed it. Tsukishima’s eyes widened, his lips parted slightly, and his breath stilled, as if he had just thought of something that flustered him. Then he grabbed the nearest pencil and scrawled something furiously before folding it once, twice, then a third time. He tossed it into the cap, and that was that. The flash of emotion disappeared, and his usual blank face returned.

Suga’s curiosity was piqued, but he said not a word, silently planning to investigate later.

Now that everyone had written their next secrets, it was time to play. Daichi shuffled the folded papers in the cap for a few seconds and started pulling them out at random. Suga wanted to laugh when he saw his teammates tense with anticipation, worrying about when theirs would get drawn, thereby exposing themselves. Didn't they realize they were all in the same boat…?

The first pick of the round was drawn. The paper read “I still sleep with a stuffed animal.” A few minutes of guessing went on until Tanaka guessed Nishinoya, whose face turned redder than a tomato once he’d been discovered. The team had their laughs, then moved onto the next.

“I’m a huge fan of Hatsune Miku.” It turned out to be Tanaka’s, and Suga actually did laugh out loud that time. Still, somehow it made sense. That type of music fit Tanaka’s over the top personality.

“I cried myself to sleep for days after the Aoba Johsai game.” Kageyama. That earned him a giant group hug from all who surrounded him, which nearly crushed him in the process. Suga caught him wiping his eyes after everyone pulled away.

“I still have nightmares about the Iron Wall.” Asahi. Suga saw Nishinoya worm his fingers into his hand and squeeze it. Karasuno’s ace grinned at the gesture, although he still appeared a bit self conscious.

“I have a crush on someone sitting here.” Hinata, who refused to say who and hid his rapidly reddening face from everyone. Kageyama watched him intently, and that made Hinata even more agitated. Really, he couldn’t be more obvious.

The game went on and on until everyone had confessed at least one secret they'd written down. Finally, one last paper remained. Daichi pulled it out, unfolding it three times, and cleared his throat before reading it aloud.

“I’m super, super ticklish.”

That earned a few “ooooohs” and accusatory glances. Everyone looked around at their comrades, trying to deduce which of their teammates could have written this while simultaneously acting like they weren't the one. Again, Suga’s attention fell on Tsukishima, who sat there with the best poker face he’d ever seen on a first year. If Tsuki ever retired from volleyball, Suga thought, he should pursue acting.

“That has to be Hinata!!” Nishinoya exclaimed. Hinata shook his head rapidly, sputtering out a flurry of denials that failed to convince anyone. 

“I think it's Daichi,” Tanaka said, poking his friend in the ribs. Unfortunately his point was disproved when he didn't laugh. The captain gave him a light smack on the back of the head in return for the unwelcome touch.

“What about Asahi?” Yamaguchi piped up, causing Asahi to fumble out his next words. 

“W, wait!! I didn't write it!!” the ace babbled, failing to hold back his booming laughter as Nishinoya started poking his sides.

“I think it was Tsukishima,” Suga teased, nodding towards the blonde who showed little to no reaction at the accusation. The rest of the squad laughed out loud.

“No way. Tsuki’s too serious for fun stuff like that,” Nishinoya taunted, earning him a glare from the blonde.

“Well, why don’t we ask him ourselves?” Suga addressed him as innocently as possible, making sure not to sound too interested. “Was it yours, Tsukishima?”

“No,” said the spiker.

“Alright, then who wrote this?” Daichi asked. The room fell silent as the players waited for someone to speak up, but none confessed.

“Oh come on! Don’t get all shy now! Everyone else had to fess up!!” yelled Tanaka.

Still, no one admitted. Suga kept his eye on Tsukishima, who seemed to be pressing his lips together even harder. He was definitely more tense than usual.

“Booooo… the whole point of this game was to build trust. We can't do that if people aren't honest!!” Tanaka complained loudly.

“Maybe it's time we call it a night, Daichi,” Suga suggested. “It’s getting late anyway, and we figured out who most of the secrets belonged to, anyway.”

“Fine,” the captain grumbled, still displeased but lacking the energy to keep fighting. And that was the end of it.

While the rest of the squad stood up and slowly started getting ready for bed, most heading to the showers to brush their teeth and rinse off one last time, Suga noticed a faint blush on Tsukishima’s face as he exited the room. Suga waited a few seconds before making his own leave, following the blonde at a safe distance to avoid detection.

He noticed that instead of going to the bathroom down the hall like everyone else, he took a turn and headed towards the empty showers on the west side of the building. It was strange; he knew Tsukishima liked his privacy, but why would he go so far out of his way to avoid everyone now?

Unless something was up.

When Suga entered the changing room, he waited until Tsukishima had his back turned before sneaking up behind him.

“It’s a little strange that you went all the way over here to get ready for bed, hmm?”

Tsukishima nearly jumped when he heard his senpai speak up, but the momentary surprise only lasted a fraction of a second. His eyes narrowed in suspicion as Suga shot him a friendly, unassuming smile.

“Why did you follow me?”

“I wanted to make sure my kouhai was alright. You got really quiet at the end of the game.”

Tsukishima grabbed a few towels from a nearby rack, not bothering to return Suga’s gaze.

“I hate childish things like that. It’s pointless.”

Suga moved in closer, still smiling despite Tsuki’s callousness towards him. The spiker just about flinched when he brushed his shoulder. 

There was definitely something going on with him.

“Come to think of it, you only confessed to one secret. Didn't you write two?”

Again, Tsukishima tensed up, refusing to look at Suga.

“It doesn't matter. Game’s over.”

“Were you too embarrassed to admit the last one?”

“Why do you care? And why are you so fixated on this?”

“Oh, no reason really. Except for the fact that your cheeks turned red when Daichi read the last secret out loud.”

“I… they did not! Hngh...”

Suga moved in closer, his smile becoming less amicable and more menacing. He could sense Tsukishima getting nervous. He still refused to look him in the eye and was clutching the towels against his chest as if for protection. And… was there even a hint of blush on those pale cheeks of his?

“Is it true, then? Are you super, super ticklish?”

Suga didn't give him the chance to deny it. His hands met Tsukishima’s waist and wiggled gently, barely wisping his fingertips against his sides. Immediately, the blonde broke out into soft giggles. His laughter was reserved and controlled, much like his personality, but his smile made his face look like it was beaming with joy. An unfamiliar, yet welcome sight for the third year setter. 

“The funny thing about this game is, you don't have to share something you don't want everyone to know,” Suga sang happily as his fingers danced up and down, drawing out more muted snickers and involuntary flinching from his kouhai. “Sure, it's a game of secrets, but you still have somewhat of a choice.”

Tsukishima didn’t say anything, nor did he really attempt to fight off Suga at all. Sure, he was clutching his own sides for protection and at one point even curled forward, trying to shake off the tickly hands, but he could’ve easily stopped him by grabbing his wrists or pushing him off. Instead, he stood there with his back against the lockers and just took it. It wasn’t what he had unexpected, but Suga wasn’t about to complain. Seeing him try to fight back a smile, which translated into a twisted grimace, was enough to keep him entertained all night.

The third year paused for a moment to continue his interrogation.

“Did you share it because you wanted us to know?”

“...No…”

“Hmm? You didn't want us to know?”

“...No… I mean, I don't know…”

“Tsk, tsk. Make up your mind, Tsuki.”

The tickles began once more, but this time Suga was much more cunning. He snuck his way into Tsuki’s underarms, digging in until the spiker’s shy giggles became more panicked and frenzied. He even let out a squeal or too, and afterwards blushed so hard his face resembled a brick wall.

“Wahahait! Sugahahaha!!”

“You like this, don't you? And you wanted someone to do this to you?”

“Naha, nnnngh, noooo!”

“Don’t lie.”

Suga got creative, keeping one hand under his arms while the other scurried down his side again and began circling his stomach. Tsukishima seemed weak to it; his struggles got more purposeful, although he was still only using a small portion of his strength. He gripped one of Suga’s wrists, but simply held on, neither pushing him away nor pulling him in. Suga poked one of his hips, and after he let out a high pitched shriek the begging finally emerged.

“S… stop… it's… embarrassing…”

Suga’s hands went still, but didn’t move from Tsuki’s body. He tilted his head to one side in confusion.

“Hmm? What's embarrassing?”

“I… I don't like others seeing me like this…”

“Why not?”

“Cause… they'll think I’m weak…”

Suga finally pulled away, his parental instincts taking over. He put his hands on his hips, ready to give Tsuki the pep talk he needed.

“Tsukishima, nobody thinks you’re weak. So what if you're a little ticklish?” He reached out and pinched his waistline again, spurring more quiet giggles from the spiker. “...Okay, maybe you're super ticklish. But that doesn't mean you're weak! It’s a natural human reaction.”

“Not that… I mean…” Tsuki crossed his arms, his gaze falling towards the floor. “They’ll think I’ve gone soft. If I ever…”

Although he said little, Suga could gather his meaning. 

“Ohhh… I see. Well, who says being soft is a bad thing?”

Tsukishima finally looked at him, eyes wide, cheeks dusted pink. 

“Besides, it makes you happy when this happens, right? There’s nothing wrong with that.”

Suga cupped his cheek in one hand and gave him a little pat before sneaking in a few fluttery tickles around his neck, which made the blonde scrunch his shoulders and grin at the touch.

“Have a little more faith in your team. We all like to joke and tease, but in the end everyone cares for each other. I guarantee that none of your teammates will look down on you for something so innocent.”

Suga gave him a few more tickles on his neck, cherishing the last moments he got to see his junior laugh and squirm around, then he pulled away and started walking towards the door.

“Now let's get to bed. We need as much rest as we can get before our practice game tomorrow!”

He was about to make his leave when he heard Tsukishima call out to him one more.

“Um, Suga?”

“Hmm?”

He turned around and saw a very, very flustered Tsukishima staring back at him.

“Can you… uh…”

“Yeeees?” Suga smirked as if he already knew.

“Can you. Do that again. What you were just doing.”

“Are you asking me to tickle you again, Tsukishima?” He taunted with extra emphasis on that word.

The blonde nodded his head with a shy smile, the corners of his mouth barely turning upwards, which soon erupted into more laughs as Suga put his hands on his sides again, tickling and tickling until he was a giggling mess.

[faefictionblog]

Little Man

(Keith x Senpai x Lucy x Pico)

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Keith had a very strict unspoken rule. Not everyone knew of the rule, but he figured that all his partners had figured it out- after all, they spent the most time with him! Surely if they hadn't gotten it from him directly then from someone else, yet they all forgot forgot that one of his partners was...a little preoccupied with other things to pick up the clues on this silent rule- might have missed it even if it was directly stated in front of him. Pico was always dealing with other mental stuff so it shouldn’t have been surprising when this one flew over his head. It ended up leading to a fight the 4 of them prefer not to talk about.

It started as any other Sunday morning, Pico had been up bright and early for some target practice. The Faulkner’s (Lucy’s parents) had a huge garden, like super mega big. It apparently had a range for Lucy’s Dad to shoot in, and Pico wanted to give it a try before anyone else had gotten up, except he neglected to account for the groups resident night owl it seemed. As Pico ate his breakfast, he watched as a particularly tired blue headed singer clung to the rail of the stairs to not fall over as he made his way down and then hobbled into the kitchen across from the dinning room, Keith must have stayed up all night making a song in the family's studio to look that tired. Pico heard a whine come from the kitchen and furrowed his brows, swallowing the bite of cereal in his mouth before calling out to the other.

“Mornin Babe- Are you good in there?”

“Beeeeep bopskedop...”

“...You left your tablet upstairs didn’t you? None of us know your language like skid and pump...”

“ whiiiine Bop beep booooo.......”

“I’m comin i’m comin.”

Pico groans as he stands from the chair, the dino themed pjs Lucy bought for him were comfy and oversized, sagging as he walked. He stood in the kitchen door and looked out over the room to see what the issue with Keith was, and then promptly froze when he spots the issue his boyfriend was whining about.

Keith was tiredly glaring up at the bright box of cereal on the fridge, both him and Pico ate frosted flakes all the time, and usually all the cereals were kept on the counter next to the fridge instead of on it- but Pico must have put it up there by habit...Keith was to short to reach it- and living in a house with tall people meant that they didn’t have a stool. Which really sucked when you were tired and to short with no means of retrieving your food without climbing on the counter like an animal in your girlfriends big fancy house...

Instead of Helping when Keith looked back at him for assistance, Pico snorted, and then quickly burst out laughing. A playful grin rested wide on his face as he walked up to Keith.

“C’mon shortstuff, you can reach that.”

Keith stiffened, but Pico didn’t seem to notice when a frown tugged at his blue-haired partner’s lips. He did glare at Pico over his shoulder, conveying some message of ‘no i cant fucking help me-’. “Beep ba boop skidop-”

“Keith seriously- I know your little and all but this is a new level- a shorter level.”

While Pico cracked up laughing at his own joke he did actually start to reach up on the fridge and pull off the bright cereal box, missing the way his partner actually frowned at his words. Oh, but he wasn’t done yet- Just as Keith reached for the box in his hands he lifted it up, high above his head and over Keith’s, shaking it slightly. Continueing to laugh as Keith instinctually jumped for the box.

“Look its lower now- jump, you got it little guy-....Keith?”

Okay now- now he definitely noticed when Keith stopped. The shorter male was staring down at his feet, unmoving. Pico quietly stared down and slowly lowered the box back to the counter with a concerned tone taking over his voice hesitantly as he spoke again, this time much softer.

“K-..Keith...?”

“...Hic...sniff....”

“Keith, holy shit- are you crying...?”

He couldn’t do much as the rapper ducked under his arm and made a bolt for the kitchen door- though Keith didn’t make it far as he collided with someone- much taller than Pico. Their pjs were a pastel pink with red accents- looking up through the water in his eyes Keith could barely make out the annoyed and tired face of Senpai.

“What’s going on in- Oof--!! What-...K-keith?!"

Senpai was quick to kneel down to the other’s level, and Pico stood frozen as he watched him scoop the crying adult into his arms as if Keith were no more than a kid.

"What’s wrong-...w-what happened-?"

The usually, dickish nature the other held for Pico and Keith was rarely put out- it was habit for him to be a bit self obsessed at times, but right now he looked like a whole new person, tucking Keith’s head into his shoulder with his hand and running his fingers through the sea-like locks as the other sobbed on his shirt, no doubt soaking it in tears. The commotion seemed to have stirred multiple people, as if on queue, summoning Lucy to the crowd in the kitchen door. She looks around at her three boyfriends, all while in similar places attire, and takes but a moment to process before sighing heavily.

She leans over and brushes a few bangs from his face as she kisses Keith a bit on the forehead before leaning back. “Sen could you please take Keith to the room- I believe he’s been up all night and is having a tough time."

Sen blinks and looks down at her, opening his mouth and getting ready to either argue or accuse the other for not having a better work/life balance, but the look Lucy gave him silenced him with a quiet sigh. Nodding carefully, he murmurs a few words of reassurance and turns with Keith still held tightly in his arms, carrying the short male back to their shared bedroom.

Meanwhile, Lucy turns to look at Pico, who looks absolutely devastated. She could see that clearly he didn't mean to make the other cry- she looked at the cereal in his hand and gently approached him, frowning as he flinched when she reached out to pull the brightly colored box of cereal from the other's hand. As she walks back over to the fridge she starts talking, her voice soft and melodic as normal.

"...he doesn't like his height being mentioned."

Pico blinks, staring at her for a moment and watching her put the box back in it's rightful place on the counter, low enough so everyone could reach it.

"B..but you've talk about it before-"

"We comforted him after- or even during. You don't have to avoid calling him short...but he doesn't appreciate it if you don't give the proper attention afterwards."

"..."

"You should go say sorry when your ready."

She leans back and smiles at him before heading out of the kitchen no doubt towards the bathroom to spruce up for the day. Pico looked down at his hand still empty, holding nothing on the counter. A sorrowed glance cast downwards at his feet and he breaths a little before exiting the kitchen himself and heading for their bedroom. He had an apology to make.

He didn't know, but that's no excuse to act like a jerk. He forgot somtimes that Keith went through the same childhood as him...from now on he can try to be more sensitive about that.

For Keith.

[franklyshipping]

The Consequences of Energy ~ A Jacksepticeye Ego Fanfic

Here we have a snazzy anonymous prompt that features two of our favourite septic lads engaged in a battle of the ages! LET’S DO THIS!

Jackie rolled his eyes. He knew this was going to end in tears, but when Chase Brody was happy and excited, nothing in the world could stop or dissuade him by even an inch. Every single day for about three weeks, Chase had been incessantly challenging Jackie to wrestling matches, and every single day….Chase lost those wrestling matches. This is because Jackie was a legitimate superhero with enhanced strength and an intense, consistent training regime….and Chase….well….wasn’t. Chase ended up drained of all his energy every single time, and yet this still didn’t dissuade him from his challenges! So, as Jackie looked at Chase’s half-excited, half-arrogant expression….he decided that during this match, he would have to do something to show Chase that he was well and truly beat.

Chase was excitedly squaring up to Jackie in the training room, wearing a vest and a pair of sweatpants whilst Jackie donned his hero suit, except without the mask. Jackie raised an eyebrow at Chase as he watched the man stretch, and asked with a slightly amused smile.

‘Are you sure you wanna do this again? We must be into the double figures by now with our sparring sessions.’

Chase rolled his eyes, because arguably Jackie was going into the double figures with how many times he’d asked that question. Of course Chase was sure! With every session of wrestling and careful fighting he was getting stronger and stronger, he could just feel it! He grinned cheekily at Jackie as he replied.

‘You’re just scared because you know I’m getting stronger by the day! Don’t worry, I’m not gonna take your job just yet or anything.’

Jackie pursed his lips at Chase’s cheekiness, and planted his feet on the mat as he smiled at him coolly. He couldn’t wait to just put him in his place.

‘I’m not scared of that happening Chase, I just don’t wanna see you cry when I kick your ass into next week.’

‘Oho yeah? Come here and get it then!’

Thus, they began. Admittedly it was a slow beginning, because the two of them circled one another on the mat for a good few minutes, and even when they started, the two of them only gave out a few faux grapples to the other. On Chase’s side this was because he was cautious, and secretly a tad nervous, but on Jackie’s side it was very much strategic. Jackie was trying to lull Chase into thinking he wasn’t fully invested in the fight and that he didn’t plan on giving it his all, so that eventually his defences would falter….and Jackie would strike him down. Of course, with Jackie being a well-seasoned superhero with much experience fighting a plethora of individuals, it didn’t take long for his stratagem to prevail….and Chase’s arms began to lower as he threw out a slightly impatient taunt.

‘Man, you really are a softie at heart aren’t you? Ihi mean you aren’t even going for me, it’s like you’re asking to be taken down!’

Jackie snickered at that, and straightened up, his posture ramrod as he fixed Chase with a cool stare. Chase had to admit that he got a little chill down his spine, getting a feeling that Jackie was preparing for something….and soon enough, that feeing was confirmed when Jackie replied to him with a sneer.

‘That’s funny, I was just going to say the same about you.’

Then, with the speed of someone almost inhuman, Jackie launched himself at Chase. The poor dad had never really stood a chance. In seconds Jackie just had him on the floor, pinning him on his back on the mat, planting his knees either side of his hips as he held Chase’s wrists down above his head. Jackie chuckled in fond amusement, because as ever it was just so adorably easy. Chase grunted and struggled amidst all of this of course, but to no avail. Once again, he was beaten before anything had truly begun. Still though, as he looked up at Jackie, his determination outweighed his embarrassment.

‘Another round! This was barely fair, you didn’t even give me a chance to defend!’

‘Chase I circled you for ten minutes and gave you ample opportunities to attack me whilst giving you faux attacks to practise defending yourself against! You have to admit that this isn’t for you Chase, there’s no shame in being a lover more than a fighter.’

Chase grunted and carried on struggling, yes okay maybe he valued caring for other people, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t toughen up as well! He wasn’t going to give up on what he wanted, even if he had to annoy Jackie to the ends of the Earth to have this continue! He grinned up at Jackie stubbornly, and stuck his tongue out before replying defiantly.

‘Well I’m not gonna stop tryna train with you, you can’t stop me, you know how determined I can be!’

Jackie rolled his eyes fondly, because yes, admittedly one of Chase’s most prominent qualities was how determined his spirit was. However, this determination had riled Jackie to no end for weeks….and he’d had enough. So he was going to have to break Chase in the most loving way possible. He leant down so he was nose to nose with his stubborn best friend, and replied in a low tone with gleaming eyes.

‘Sure, you’re determined….but let’s see how long that determination lasts when someone actually works to break you.’

Chase scoffed. If Jackie thought he wouldn’t be able to handle being pinned down and playfully manhandled then he was SO wrong! He maintained his determined smile when Jackie used one hand to pin his wrists down above his head. But then, Jackie started wiggling the fingers of his free hand in the air above one of Chase’s bared armpits, and Chase’s eyes widened. No…..Jackie wouldn’t do that….would he?

‘….n-no….’

Jackie chuckled as he watched the apples of Chase’s cheeks go pink, and he replied with a sneer.

‘Oh yes.’

Jackie let his fingers descend and scratch ruthlessly in Chase’s underarm, making him squeal and burst out into frantic cackles. He started tugging at his wrists, but with Jackie being a superhero it basically meant that there was no way Chase was going to be able to get free.

‘NOHOHO NOHO JAHAHACKIE!’

‘Awww what’s wrong? Is someone feeling a little less determined?’

Jackie teased with a grin, scratching deep and fast as he relished in seeing Chase laugh. Jackie loved tickling Chase in general, he was so adorable when all he could do was laugh and laugh, but it was especially satisfying to tickle him with a vengeance. Needless to say, Chase was starting to regret having been so cocky.

‘STAHAHAPPIHIT YOHOHOU AHAHASS!’

Chase struggled harder, which only made Jackie laugh fondly as he scratched his other exposed armpit now, raising an eyebrow down at Chase as he replied.

‘I’d be a bit nicer if I were you, you know I know just what to do to make you scream.’

Chase let out a flustered whine, squeezing his eyes shut as he shook his head, trying to block out Jackie’s voice. Because it was true. Jackie knew Chase better than almost anyone, and Chase shuddered to think of how badly Jackie could torture him if he wanted to. He cried out cutely and imploringly.

‘NOHOHO NOHOHOHO PLEHEHEASE DOHON’T!’

Jackie chuckled, and hummed musingly as he let his tickling hand lazily trail down Jackie’s torso. Chase gulped and shivered, whining nervously as he tittered at the teasiness whilst Jackie muttered.

‘Ohhhh it would be sooo easy for me to wreck you…..and given how much you’ve been riling me and bugging me recently, you definitely deserve it….’

Jackie’s fingertips landed at Chase’s waist where they swept back and forth, teasing and tracing the sensitive skin to make Chase squeak and twitch oh so cutely. Chase was red-faced and giggling warmly, restless beyond belief as his cheeks started to ache from how widely and giddily he was smiling.

‘N-Nohoho p-plehehease! Ihihit tihickles s-so muhuch Ihihi cahan’t!’

‘Awwww, poor ticklish baby….’

Jackie crooned, making Chase let out a high pitched, indignant squeak as he retorted adorably.

‘I-Ihihi’m nahat a b-bahaby!’

Jackie laughed brightly, and kept on cooing down at Chase as he softly tickled along his waistline.

‘Who’s a tickly wittle baby booooo, hmm? Who’s got the itty bitty goo-goo giiiiggles?’

Literally Chase wanted nothing more than to curl up and hide for eternity. His blush was creeping down his neck as the butterflies in his tummy rampaged at the baby-talk, this was so unfair, baby-talk was the most evil teasy thing ever!

‘D-D-Dohohohooon’t oho my gohod Ihi’m gohonna dihihiiie!’

Jackie snorted and shook his head fondly down at Chase.

‘Hey Marvin and Anti are the drama queens in our household, we don’t need a third!’

Chase giggled at that, and then couldn’t help but reply with a cheeky grin, his tongue poking out through his teeth.

‘Ihif thehey’re drahama queens thehen you’re the drahama empress!’

Jackie gaped, and pointed at Chase as he narrowed his eyes threateningly.

‘Oh you’d better take that back right now!’

Chase giggled, grinning even more as he replied in a faux innocent way, because by this point he had just accepted his tickly fate.

‘Or what….your majesty?’

Jackie growled under his breath, and to think he was about to be nice! This punk was SO getting it now! Jackie’s eyes flicked down to Chase’s torso, and erode in on one particular little…button.

‘Oh you’re about to find out.’

Jackie wasted no more time. He leant down and attacked Chase’s navel with a torrent of the strongest, most rippling, noisy raspberries that you have ever had the damn privilege to witness. And oh how Chase screamed.

‘AAAAHHHH NAHAHAHA WAHAHAHAAA!!!’

Chase’s eyes bugged out of his sockets as shockwaves of ticklishness shot through his navel and went through his whole body, making him shriek and scream with sweet laughter as he bucked madly. Now he realised what Jackie had meant at the start about breaking him. Jackie smirked into Chase’s taut stomach, eagerly blowing another raspberry before he growled.

‘You ready to take that back yet, huh? Or does the wittle tickle baby need some more of his five a day?’

Chase shook his head frantically as he let out another shriek, laughing brightly as he replied very frantically.

‘AAAHHHAHAH IHIHI TAHAHAKE IHIT BAHAAAACK! JAHAHACKIEEE!!!’

‘And are you sorry for having been a tenacious little brat recently?’

Chase nodded frantically, getting tears in his eyes as Jackie playfully nibbled the rim of his bellybutton, making him snort through his laughter. Jackie only wished he had a camera so he could capture how utterly adorable Chase looked, all laughed to happy tears.

‘YEHEHEEESYESYESYESYEHES!!!’

Jackie laughed warmly, and after giving Chase’s navel a light nuzzle with his nose he finally relented, leaning up and releasing Chase’s hands. Chase curled up into a ball the second that Jackie shifted off him, and the hero fondly stroked his fingers through the childish father’s hair.

‘You good buddy?’

Chase initially just whined into his forearms, which made Jackie snicker, before he scooped the hero up into his lap so he could cuddle him.

‘You are one determined little rascal aren’t you?’

‘Thahank you….’

Chase giggled into Jackie’s chest, humming as the hero kept stroking his hair. Jackie gently sighed, and looked at Chase fondly as he spoke in a soft, tender voice.

‘Y’know, sometimes knowing how to physically fight someone doesn’t actually matter. Sometimes, just have a determined attitude like that is more than enough….you feel me?’

Chase looked up at Jackie, and deep down….yeah, he definitely understood that now. Of course, on the outside he was still a complete goofball, so he rubbed his palms against Jackie’s cheeks as he replied with a giggle.

‘Yeah man I feeeeel yohou-‘

‘Alright that’s it, I’m using you as my bench pressing weight for the rest of the day!’

Chase squealed and laughed as Jackie slung him over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, before indeed bench pressing using Chase as his weight for pretty much the rest of the day. It shouldn’t have taken the whole day really, but for some reason Chase was awfully giggly every time Jackie grasped him and lifted him into the air above him. That’s the thing about happiness, it persists in you for oh so long.

WOOOOOO HOPE YOU ALL LIKED THIS FIC LEMME KNOW IF YA DID WOOOO LUV YOUS XX

[vexedtonightmares]

prompt via @draymalfoi​: Could you please write a friends AU of the scene where Chandler kisses every one after coming from London because he doesn't want to reveal his relationship with Monica! 

The One With All the Kissing

Lucas was hanging out with Eliott and the boys, playing video games mindlessly the first time they slipped up. He and Eliott had only been dating a few weeks after pining for years, and none of their friends knew yet. They didn’t want to have to deal with all the questions that would come with the announcement, so they decided to give themselves time to navigate their relationship without outside input for a while. 

It was a good idea, in theory, but sometimes they forgot that it was a secret. Lingering looks did more than linger and they had to pass it off as zoning out so often that their friends probably secretly thought there was something wrong with them. 

“Fuck,” Eliott whispered to himself, frowning down at his phone from where he sat beside Lucas. They’d been discreetly holding hands, crossing their legs just so to make it impossible for the other boys to see them. Not that they were paying attention anyway. 

Lucas furrowed his brows and looked at Eliott. “What’s up?”

“Nothing.” Eliott shook his head. “Just a study session I forgot about, which means I’ve gotta run.”

“Booooo…” Basile called from the floor, pausing the game to focus his attention on the conversation. Arthur and Yann nodded in agreement, looking at Eliott with understanding sympathy. Eliott subtly released Lucas’ hand from his grip.  

“Yeah,” Eliott agreed, “It sucks, but if I don’t go I’m not passing my exam, so…”

“Well, know that we’ll spend our time crying until you can return,” Arthur reassured him, and Eliott laughed, throwing a pillow at him as he stood up. He made his way around the room to gather up his things before returning to where Lucas was sitting and leaning down. 

Before Lucas could register what was happening, their lips were pressed together. It was a great kiss, and he might have enjoyed it if his eyes weren’t frozen wide open in shock, the look reflected on Yann, Arthur, and Basile’s faces. Eliott broke away with a soft, contented look before seeing Lucas’ face. “See you later,” he said, then realized his mistake. 

Lucas blinked rapidly and Eliott did the same. He could tell they were both thinking the same thing: fuck. 

Eliott recovered more quickly than Lucas expected and he had to do a double take to make sure that what he was seeing was actually happening. After blinking again and rubbing his eyes, he confirmed that it was. 

Eliott was bent down over Arthur, pulling his face up to meet his for a brief kiss. After they broke apart, Eliott moved on to Yann, then Basile, giving each of them a kiss. He cleared his throat after straightening up, giving them all a two fingered salute, rushing out the door before any of them could say a word. 

Arthur looked a bit dazed, Yann confused, and Basile kept touching his lips as if he wasn’t sure what had just happened. Lucas didn’t know what he looked like, but he could bet it was a mixture of the emotions reflected on his friend’s faces. 

Arthur was the first to break the silence. “What the hell was that?”

“Eliott… he just… did he… we…” Basile was stammering, and Lucas might have laughed had he not been paranoid about what everyone might say about the whole thing. He’d have to nip it in the bud before they thought about it too closely.

“Maybe it’s something he picked up when he was travelling,” Lucas suggested with a shrug. Eliott had been away the month before school had started up again, touring various countries in Europe with his parents. It had been at that point that Lucas’ feelings had reached their climax and when Eliott got home they could hardly stay away from one another. Absence did, in fact, make the heart grow fonder, and though Lucas had been upset when Eliott had said he would be away for a month, the month apart had allowed them to reach a conclusion about their feelings for one another and everything had been amazing since then, so Lucas had no reason to complain about it after all. 

Yann raised his eyebrows in disbelief. “He travelled around the continent, not to a different planet.”

“Still,” Lucas argued, “We don’t know everything about various European customs. Have you ever even left Paris?”

“I have, as a matter of fact, and no one kissed me randomly,” Yann said with an uptick of one of his eyebrows. Lucas didn’t know what to do but shrug again. 

Basile’s eyes widened. “Maybe he has a crush on one of us.”

“Oh, come on Baz,” Arthur laughed, hitting Basile on the upside of his head. “First of all, I think Eliott is straight, and second of all, he’s literally the least subtle person in the world. If he liked someone, especially one of us, we’d know.”

He knew there were other things to be focusing on, but Lucas couldn’t help the surge of satisfaction that had arisen in him. Everyone thought Eliott wore his heart on his sleeve to quite the extreme, and it just wasn’t true. Sure, Eliott did express his emotions in much more visible ways than most people would sometimes, but the deeper part of his love was only visible to the person he had those feelings for. Lucas was just lucky enough that person happened to be him. 

Plus, it meant that they’d been surprisingly good at hiding their feelings for one another. 

“Why aren’t you freaking out, Lulu?” Yann asked with genuine curiosity. He definitely would have been, if Eliott’s kiss had come from nowhere, and Yann knew him enough to know that. 

Lucas blinked a few times to stall as he thought of an excuse. “Because it’s not the first time he’s done that since he got back. That’s why I assumed it was a travelling thing.”

Arthur choked out a cough. “Excuse me?”

“The other day,” Lucas lied, realizing he was digging himself quite the hole, “We hung out and Idriss and Sofiane came over too and he did the same thing when we left.” He should have just pretended to freak out as much as Basile still was. 

“He’s not…” Yann trailed off, but Lucas caught where he was going. He bristled unintentionally, but it was Basile who answered. 

“Just because he did one little weird thing it doesn’t mean he’s having a manic episode,” Basile stated plainly. 

Yann bit his lip, “I didn’t mean—”

“Yes you did, and it’s natural to think that, you can’t imagine the amount of times I thought that when my mom made too much food for dinner or woke up too early it meant she was having an episode, but people with bipolar disorder can still have some quirks without it meaning that something’s not right,” Basile explained, and Yann looked at his hands. 

“I’m sorry, I guess I’m just not that knowledgeable about bipolarity and all that,” Yann apologized, but Basile shook his head. “Like I said, it’s ok, you just have to try to become a bit more knowledgeable, especially when one of your friends is bipolar himself,” Basile suggested gently. 

Lucas was and wasn’t surprised that Basile had jumped so readily to Eliott’s defense. Of all of them, he’d been the most receptive when Eliott had told them he was bipolar a few months after they’d met. Lucas, Yann, and Arthur hadn’t even known Basile’s mother was bipolar until then either. The part that did surprise him was that Basile was still so willing to step in and try to educate them when they were either being ignorant or complete dumbasses without realizing it. He probably would have gotten fed up with it after a while. Actually, he knew that he would, because he had to do the same fielding questions and assumptions about his sexuality. 

“We can all still agree that was weird though, right?” Arthur clarified, and Lucas was sure to nod along with the others. Thankfully, the subject was dropped, but Lucas knew that he and Eliott would have to be more careful from then on. 

***

The second time they slipped up, Lucas and Eliott were taking a bath together. They had the flat to themselves for the night, or so they thought, so they decided to make a romantic evening out of it. Eliott had even brought over some mini battery powered candles and a bottle of sparkling apple juice they could pretend was real champagne.

They’d barely had time to clink their glasses together, giggly love drunk messes that they were, when Lucas heard a door slam. Eliott widened his eyes. “I thought you said no one was home for the night.”

“I thought no one was home for the night!”

“Well what do we do?”

Lucas considered their options. If it was Lisa, they didn’t have to worry about anything, she was so oblivious that she probably wouldn’t even notice if they made all the noise in the world, and if she did, Lucas could convince her he’d just had a one time hookup. Manon might cause more trouble. She wouldn’t barge into the bathroom or anything, but she would definitely notice that Lucas had someone over and definitely question him about it until he gave in. If it was Mika, they were screwed. He had no qualms about barging into the bathroom and would probably want to sit there and talk with Lucas until he was done in the bath, especially if Eliott was there too. 

“Kitten! You better be decent!” 

Fuck. He and Eliott communicated with a wide eyed gaze before Eliott dove his head under the water, just as Mika walked in. Mika opened his mouth, then closed at as he took in the sight. Lucas was sure it looked quite odd, him sitting in the bath alone surrounded by fake candles and fake champagne. Mika looked at him sympathetically. “Did a grindr date stand you up?” 

“What? No!” At least his reaction was genuine, that had most definitely not been the question he’d expected from Mika. 

Mika gestured to the scene. “Then…?”

“Can’t a guy treat himself every once and awhile?” Lucas scoffed, realizing that Eliott was still underwater holding his breath. Lucas poked Eliott’s foot with his to make sure that he was still alive down there. Eliott poked him back and he nearly let out a sigh of relief. 

Mika nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah, of course, you do you. I guess I just didn’t think that this was… you.”

“I’m trying to get more in touch with my softer side, break down the barriers of toxic masculinity, you know?” He felt Eliott kick him gently and he wondered if it was an accident or if Eliott could hear his bullshit. 

Mika was eating it up, though. “Oh, of course. I do things like this all the time. So sorry for interrupting, kitten, I’ll leave you be.”

“Thanks, Mika, you’re the best,” Lucas smiled, hoping it appeared genuine. Mika turned to leave and Eliott had almost raised his head to the surface when Mika turned back around and Lucas not so subtly pushed him back down. He tried to cover it up as if he’d been shifting into a new position in the bathtub. 

Mika narrowed his eyes again, but then thankfully decided to ignore Lucas’ weirdness. “I almost forgot, I came in to ask if you wanted anything from the bakery on the corner? Manon will kill me for eating something she hasn’t baked, but their chocolate éclairs are to die for.”

“I’m good, thanks Mika,” he said hurriedly. Eliott was going to kill him if he wasn’t already dead. Mika waved over his shoulder as he finally left, closing the door behind him. 

Eliott resurfaced with a loud gasp and Lucas shushed him, earning a look that screamed Really? After I almost drowned for your dumbass? When Lucas heard the door slam again, he slumped against the side of the bath, laughing weakly. 

Eliott flicked water onto his face and Lucas scrunched up his nose in outrage. “Seriously!”

“Yes, seriously,” Eliott said, flicking more water, “I just won the world record for breath-holding and you sit there and laugh.”

“You didn’t win a world record, it was like, a minute,” Lucas pointed out, even though it had probably been longer. 

Eliott raised his eyebrows. “Oh really? You weren’t scared I died?” His eyes glimmered with mischief and Lucas could feel himself falling more and more in love.

“No way, you suck at holding your breath.” 

“Oh, I suck?” Eliott challenged, and before Lucas knew it, his feet were being pulled so he slid closer to Eliott, head falling below the water in the process. 

“Dick!” he exclaimed in outrage when he popped his head back up. “Asshole!”

Eliott nodded. “Yup, those are both things you probably saw down there.”

Lucas couldn’t contain the scandalized laugh that bubbled up in his chest. Eliott laughed too, pulling Lucas closer still, more gently this time. “And I believe you’re the one who sucks at holding their breath.”

“I wasn’t even trying, you ass,” Lucas said as he folded his arms around Eliott’s shoulders. Eliott leaned his head in and hummed against Lucas’ mouth. “Even though you suck at that, I’m still going to make a movie about you,” he said. He’d been saying it since they first started dating, coming up with ridiculous fake titles every time Lucas did something embarrassing. 

Lucas drew away slightly, smirking. “Oh yeah? What’s it going to be called this time? Lucas Lallemant, boyfriend extraordinaire!”

“No… not catchy enough.” Eliott paused, leaning back in for a small kiss. Lucas happily obliged. “I was thinking The Boy Who Couldn’t Hold His Breath Underwater.”

Lucas scoffed, splashing Eliott in retaliation. “Fuck. Off,” he said, but he couldn’t stop giggling, melting into Eliott’s arms. 

***

The third time, they really should have known better. The foyer was definitely not the most private place, but they generally had a hard time keeping their hands off one another as it was, and the foyer was empty at the time of their arrival. 

Lucas had his arms thrown around Eliott’s neck, bodies pressed together so very closely. Eliott’s mouth searched his, and he searched back with even more passion, forgetting where he ended and Eliott began. 

The door banged open and they shot apart, looking at the stunned faces of Daphné, Alexia, Arthur, and Imane. Eliott closed his eyes and Lucas could see the moment he came to a decision, realizing exactly what that decision would be the moment before Eliott said, “Well, see you later, then,” and stepped forward, pulling Daphné into an equally passionate kiss. Lucas fixed his hair in the meantime, pretending that this was all normal. 

Once he separated from Daphné, he moved on to Alexia, who looked shocked but not entirely opposed to the idea. He supposed he couldn’t fault her for that, Eliott was hot. Daphné looked at Lucas in a daze and Lucas shrugged nonchalantly. 

Arthur got another kiss too, but at least he was expecting it this time. He pulled back first, looking at Eliott with a crease between his eyebrows. Eliott turned to where Imane stood right in front of the door. She pointed her finger at him, opening the door. “Don’t even think about it,” she said, and Eliott nodded hurriedly, ducking his head before bolting out the door. 

“He’s still doing that?” Arthur asked Lucas, and Lucas nodded. 

“He’s done that before?” Imane asked incredulously. 

Arthur looked between her and Lucas. “Yeah, once the other day when it was me, Lucas, Baz, and Yann, and then another time before that with—” he cut off when he saw Lucas’ look of warning. The last thing he wanted was for Imane to learn that he’d lied about Eliott kissing Sofiane and Idriss. 

Imane narrowed her eyes and Lucas jumped in. “With Mika, Lisa, and I.”

“I can’t believe Eliott Demaury just kissed me,” Daphné said, touching her lips gently. Alexia laughed at Daphné’s reaction. “I wouldn’t get used to it,” she said sorrowfully, placing a hand on Daphné’s shoulder. 

“I didn’t mind it,” Arthur said casually. Lucas stared at him in alarm. “I mean, the first time was a surprise, but kissing Eliott isn’t too bad.”

“Join us on the dark side,” Alexia pleaded, gesturing between herself and Lucas. Arthur shrugged again, licking his bottom lip absently. Dear god, the last thing Lucas needed was for Arthur to develop a crush on his boyfriend. Of course, if anyone was to trigger Arthur’s sexual awakening, it had to be Eliott. 

Lucas put his face in his hands, wondering what exactly he’d done to deserve this sort of karmic revenge. 

***

All the boys and girls were hanging out at the colloc and Eliott and Lucas were sitting a few feet apart, mostly for their own sanity. Lucas briefly wondered if Eliott was going to kiss every one of them before he left that night. 

Basile cleared his throat during a lull in conversation and placed a hand on Eliott’s knee. Eliott startled slightly and gave Basile his attention, eyebrows cinching in confusion. “Listen, bro, we gotta talk.”

“Oh?” Eliott asked, looking briefly at Lucas, who shrugged. 

“You can’t keep kissing everyone when you leave the room. It’s getting weird,” Basile said seriously, and Lucas choked on his drink. 

Eliott’s eyes widened in discomfort. “I’m sorry?”

“No, it’s fine, man, really, we get that you probably picked it up from somewhere you travelled to over the summer, but we don’t do that here. Save the kissing for whenever you get a girlfriend.” Basile patted Eliott’s knee once, and Lucas almost laughed at how extremely uncomfortable he looked. 

“Or boyfriend,” Arthur suggested, winking, and making Eliott look even more confused and uncomfortable. Lucas tipped his head back, trying to hold in a sigh of exasperation. How did he get himself in these sorts of situations? Really? 

“I won’t lie, I didn’t hate it,” Alexia added, “But yeah, you should stop.”

“It’s just a weird thing to do,” Yann explained. 

“Really weird,” Lucas found himself saying, earning a bemused glance from Eliott. Shut up, asshole, he told him with his eyes, I’m doing this for our benefit. Then again, maybe it would be easier to just come clean with their relationship, but when had either of them ever gone about things in an easy way?

“Ok,” Eliott said warily, “I’ll, uh, stop.”

Yann clapped his hands once. “Now that that’s cleared up, who wants more beer?” he asked, forcing a bright smile. Emma and Manon, the only ones who hadn’t been privy to all the kissing, still looked slightly confused, but they were, thankfully, willing to drop the conversation. 

“I can grab them,” Eliott said, standing up. Everyone looked at him in alarm, and he rolled his eyes. “I’m not going to kiss any of you, but I could use a hand. Lucas?”

Lucas hopped up immediately and joined him, following about two paces behind. Fortunately, no one found it odd and they resumed their conversations. Once alone in the kitchen, Eliott doubled over laughing. Lucas smacked his arm. “Eliott! Shh! They’ll hear you!”

“Do I even care anymore?” Eliott asked between gasps of laughter. “They already think I’m weird.”

“You are weird.”

“Ha ha.”

“Are you serious, though?” Lucas asked. “Do you think we should tell them?”

Eliott shrugged, pulling Lucas in by the waist from where he’d leaned against the counter after his laugh attack. “It’s up to you.”

Lucas raised himself up on his toes and kissed Eliott hungrily, hands running through Eliott’s tangled, perfect hair. Eliott cupped his hands around Lucas’ face like he always did, and Lucas smiled into the kiss, teeth clanging clumsily. He pulled away slightly, eyes heavy as he turned his gaze up to Eliott. “I don’t care if they know.”

Eliott’s eyes softened, then widened in surprise as he looked up slightly. He pushed Lucas away a bit abruptly and coughed into his hand. “I think they already do?”

“What?” Lucas asked, then turned to see what Eliott was looking at. 

All of their friends were standing in the entrance to the kitchen, looking not at all upset that they’d been caught. Imane held out her hand to Yann, who grudgingly handed her some money. Lucas didn’t catch how much, but it was enough to make him scoff. “Really?”

Imane shrugged. “You guys were asking for it.”

“To be fair, I totally thought it was some weird cultural thing,” Basile chimed in needlessly. 

“But how— why did you—” Lucas stammered. 

“Manon pointed out that she’s been all over Europe and no one goes around randomly kissing people, and Imane pointed out the common denominator of all the kissing occurrences,” Alexia explained, gesturing to Lucas.

Lucas crossed his arms. “So you decided to spy on us?”

The eight of them looked back and forth between one another, then nodded. Eliott laughed softly behind Lucas, and Lucas glowered at him. “It’s not funny.”

“It is,” Eliott said, pulling Lucas back by his hips and folding his arms around Lucas’ stomach now that he could do so in front of everyone. He dropped his chin onto Lucas’ shoulder and Lucas instinctively leaned his head on top. 

“Ugh,” Emma said, “If we’d have known you two would be this gross we would have let it be.”

“Seriously? We’re not even doing anything!” Lucas exclaimed incredulously.

Alexia squinted. “No, but you do look sickeningly in love which is, frankly, an affront to the rest of us.”

“Yeah, I thought we had something, man,” Arthur smirked, and Lucas couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. Eliott ignored him and kissed Lucas’ cheek. “Sorry not sorry,” he said, and Lucas could hear the mischievous smile in his voice.

“You’re still weird,” Imane called over her shoulder as she turned to leave the room now that the show was over. Everyone followed behind her, but Eliott and Lucas stayed together a moment longer. 

“She’s right, you know,” Lucas said, turning around and pressing a hand to Eliott’s chest. Eliott laughed, eyes sparkling. “So I’ve been told. Can I show you one of the other weird things I picked up in Europe?”

Lucas nodded and suddenly Eliott was picking him up by his thighs, wrapping Lucas’ legs around his waist. Their heads were now at an even plane, so they could kiss without Eliott having to bend down or Lucas having to stand on his toes. “You picked this up in Europe?”

“Mhmm,” Eliott said, leaning closer so their noses brushed together, “We’re in Europe, I just picked you up. And you’re weird.”

“I hate you.”

“You love me.”

“That too.”

“Kiss me.”

Lucas was more than happy to oblige.

[nukenai]

Finished Re:Rise and according to the comments - and everything I’d heard about the series before - it’s apparently some revolutionary amazing fantastic show that was emotional and made everyone cry.

Which solidifies my thought that the opinions of Gundam Fans(tm) can never be trusted because they all hate SDGF for how it looks then say this contrived bullshit is good? Sure, it had bare minimum character development which is a step up from the first Divers which had Sorry Nothing for anyone but Koichi and Ayame. At least the first series had those two so it was almost worth watching because I could look at them!

But this... oh my god. It sometimes walked on the brink of “almost tolerable” but then like I said, spun out into the most contrived and convoluted bullshit. Which is honestly what most Gundam series tend to do which is why I stay away from them. Why the fuck am I supposed to care about this random planet of Dog People?? I am watching a Gundam show! I do not give a FUCK.

Don’t fuckin watch Build Divers Re:Rise it’s a waste of everyone’s time and resources. I watched it for a combined like 45 seconds of “yay it’s Koichi” and it was NOT WORTH IT.

Bland characters, convoluted plot, 400 side characters who are all about as developed as a phytoplankton, boring plank of wood protagonist... Shit. UTTER SHIT. It had more things going on than the first Divers; that show’s biggest sin was being completely fucking boring despite having a interesting premise. Meanwhile Re:Rise forgot about the actual premise and tried to be 2 shows at once. BOOOOO.

[ethanplaysfavorites]

Lover (Damien Nazario x MC)

note: I promised to write a piece based on Taylor Swift’s Lover so here you go. || Alexis is my MC.

He would’ve never ever admitted it, but at the bottom of his heart Damien was truly a hopeless romantic. He had waited four years just to kiss Alexis and now there they were, ready to celebrate their one-year anniversary. Well, it wasn’t exactly one year though: they had agreed to appoint the day they defeated Eros to be the first day of their relationship.

They only wanted to remember the good days and this seemed to be a great idea in retrospect. It worked and Damien couldn’t really recall many bad days. Sure, they had gotten into fights every once in a while, but which couple didn’t?

And now he was pacing in his apartment, wiping his sweaty palms into his dark blue jeans as he waited for her to arrive. It was nerve-racking because he had previously planned everything out, the entire day, from the beginning to the end, and he knew what he hoped to hear from her when he finally asked her that question.

Then he finally heard the key turn in the front door’s lock which – even though he hadn’t thought it was possible – only made him more nervous. All he could think about was the worst-case scenario: Alexis saying no and breaking up with him.

Although he had no idea why she would say no. So there was nothing to worry about. Yet he’d been worrying non-stop since he bought the ring a few days ago.

“I know, I know, I’m late. I could barely get out of bed,” Alexis explained as she walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck without hesitation. “Good morning.”

He shook his head with a smile then kissed her gently, taking his time to enjoy the moment. “I missed you. And happy anniversary.”

“I love you, Damien,” she said quietly before resting her forehead against his. “I can’t believe it’s been a year since… It’s insane.”

“Well, you know. Time flies when you’re having fun.” Alexis laughed and pushed him away then walked to the kitchen to get some water from the fridge. “So are you ready for tonight?”

She leaned her shoulder against the doorframe and watched him with a questioning look. “I don’t even know what we’re going to do. I mean, I know what we could do, but I’m sure you have plans.”

“I thought we should binge watch some TV show then to a nice restaurant for dinner before watching a movie.”

“Booooo, it’s boring.”

Damien nodded and said, “And this is exactly why I decided offer some cotton candy and Coney Island instead. What do you think?”

A wide grin appeared on Alexis’ lips and this alone was enough to make up for the nervousness of the last couple of days. There was no need to hear her answer, he knew she loved the idea.

So they quickly got into his car and drove to their destination, talking without a break during their journey. This was one of the things he truly liked about their relationship: there had never been awkward silences between them. No once. Words and topics came as naturally as breathing.

Throughout the day they tried everything from rides to food, and a part of him whished it would never end. Seeing that wide, happy smile on her lips and that excited look in her eyes only proved he’d made the right decision. All he needed now was hearing her answer.

“Why don’t we go down to the beach for a little while?” he asked as he stole a piece of her pink cotton candy.

Alexis nodded then tiptoed to give him a quick kiss. “Great idea. Maybe we can find a place where we can be alone for a while,” she said.

“That’s the plan,” Damien agreed with a nod before taking her hand.

It took them a while, but eventually they found a place where they could be completely alone, just the two of them sitting in the sand, watching the sun go down as if they were in some cheesy Hallmark movie. But maybe this ridiculous setting was the one they needed. What he needed to finally do what he’d been waiting for all along.

When she wasn’t looking, he carefully checked his pocket to make sure the ring was there.

“You know, I’ve been thinking,” he spoke up, breaking the comfortable silence.

“About what?”

Damien let out a nervous laugh and scratched the back of his neck. “Us, actually. About everything we’ve been through, everything Eros did to us. But… as bad as that was, it still brought us together, didn’t it? I mean, every now and then I wonder if we would be together without it.”

Shaking her head, Alexis moved to sit on his lap, straddling him as she pulled him into a kiss. “All that matters is that we’re together now,” she said quietly. “And hopefully we will be for a long time.”

“Yeah, about that,” Damien noted with a laugh. “I have an idea. You should move in with me.”

“Really?”

“Yes.” He had no idea why she looked so surprised to hear that, after all she had already spent most of her time at his place. “But I would have one very serious condition,” he added, trying to sound as serious as he could, even though he felt like throwing up from anxiety. She gave him a questioning look and he took this opportunity to pull out the ring from his pocket and hold it up so she could see it. “You can only move in if you say yes.”

Alexis suddenly punched his shoulder. “Took you long enough,” she said with a wide grin.

He wasn’t sure what this supposed to mean. Was it a yes? Was it a no? Why couldn’t she say just one word? It was a simple yes or no question.

“Hey, Damien. It’s a yes,” she said as if she could read his mind. Alexis had the most beautiful smile on her rosy lips as she looked into his eyes and kissed him gently, burying her fingers in his hair. “Of course it’s a yes,” she added quietly when she pulled away a little. “I want nothing more but to spend the rest of my life with you. And let me tell you, it would be hard to get rid of me anyway.”

“I wouldn’t want to.”

As Damien helped the ring on her finger, she asked, “Did Nadia help you with the ring?”

“Yes, she did. And I’m surprised she didn’t tell you.”

“Me too. That’s why I asked,” Alexis admitted.

They decided to head home, leaving the chilly beach behind so they could properly celebrate. The whole time Damien had trouble focusing on driving because he couldn’t get enough of the happy smile she watched her ring with. He wondered if things would always be this good between them, if they would always be this happy together.

Because at the end of the day, this is what he wanted: their very own happily ever after.

After all, he was truly a hopeless romantic.

note: I don’t want to make any promises but maybe I’ll write a part 2 one day. 

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{ Now I’m just. Thinking about Elsa’s parks costumes

Pretty much every look has a BAD wig. Her hair is blonde, not pure white. It’s unflattering on a lot of her friends, it’s inaccurate to the movie, and it looks super fake. Also it seems so much shinier than any other face character wig? I don’t care for the hard front either but I know the park wigs are used too often to be lacefronts, I understand and can overlook that.

Standard Ice Dress

Bodice is weird and bulky. Kinda has a nice sparkle, but still looks weird, IMO

Why is the cape so opaque? With such hard to see snowflakes? booooo.

Why is her skirt lined in dark purple?

Frozen Live At The Hyperion

Sparkles nicely under the stage lights, I’ll give it that, but when you can see the details in photos it’s actually kind of boring.

Kind of looks more like a Spirit Halloween costume than a Disney Park costume (especially sad compared to how gorgeous Jasmine’s Hyperion costume was)

At least the wig is blonde, but it’s kind of sloppy. Half the time when she takes it down during Let It Go the whole thing comes undone.

Disneyland Paris: Magic On Parade

Same problems as the standard ice dress, but also there’s a giant, tacky snowflake on her chest

Shanghai Disney: Golden Fairytale Fanfare

First one. There’s....a lot going on on this dress. I get that they were going for a sharp/icicle look but oof. It looks like they just slapped it together.

Second one. Same sharp, kinda disorganized look as the first one, but this time in gold. I know everyone got gold outfits in this show, but I feel like the colour isn’t the problem, it’s the design of the icicle parts.

Disneyland Paris: Mickey And The Magician

This looks like a poorly-tailored prom dress and I’m so upset by it.

Weird, short sleeves, bad fabric, sparse jewels, seems somewhat ill-fitting, and not even a false bodice/skirt separation. Would it be so hard to put some decoration around the waist to at least create the illusion that they’re separate pieces?

Fifth Spirit Dress

Again, doesn’t fit quite right

There’s a lot of bunching/wrinkling around the midsection. I get that these dresses have to be shared so they can’t be made to exact measurements, but there are ways to make it so the middle isn’t so messy

I don’t dig the bare arm look. The Fifth Spirit dress has white sleeves for most of the arm. This just feels weird, imo

The patterns on it look cheap. They look lazy. I don’t think laser cutting was the way to go, there had to have been a better option

At least the wig got better. Still not quite the right colour but definitely more flattering.

SIDE NOTE CAN WE TALK ABOUT QUEEN ANNA’S PUCKERED HEM BECAUSE I’M SO ANGRY ABOUT IT

Disneyland Paris: Frozen 2 Enchanted Journey

DISCO GIIIIIRL. COMING THROOOUUGH. THAT GIRL IS YOOOOU

Seriously what the fuck

Why the weird superhero-esqu over-the-shoulder cape fixture?

Cape material also looks cheap af

I hate the stiff, sharp lines. Fifth Spirit Elsa is so flowing and free, but these harsh, art deco-looking lines on the dress don’t give that impression

The mermaid style flare is also weird. The whole bottom of the dress is just so indescribably bizarre to me

The nude illusion is such a weird choice!!!! I guess Elsa decided this is a tiddy out look

HOW DARE THEY PUT ELSA IN GLOVES. Gloves are symbolic of her self-loathing and fear and they PUT GLOVES ON HER IN HER FIFTH SPIRIT DRESS. I hate this.

Me: “I wish she didn’t have bare arms in her parks Fifth Spirit look” and a finger curled on the Monkey’s Paw

Hair colour got a little better but the style got worse. We cannot win.

I know she’s also worn her Frozen 2 traveling costume in a parade and at the merch press events, but I can find precious few photos of it, and even fewer of them are good enough to see the details, so I don’t know how good it is. It was on display at D23 and I somehow did not know until after the display was taken down and I am still devastated by this.

I guess the two times she’s worn her coronation dress in the parks (at the Hyperion and in Mickey And The Magician) it’s been alright. But her ice looks are the iconic ones and Disney just....can’t get it right. They have so much money and so many resources, but broke-ass cosplayers do better with the stuff we make in our living rooms.

When Will Disney Do My Girl Justice? }

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“Are you kidding?! That can't work!”

“It has to!”

Their voices are hushed, a frantic argument through whispers. The partners stay low, crouched in the darkness. This corner of the warehouse is the last place they have. They don’t have it for long.

Judy is firm. “It’s our best shot.”

“It’s crazy!” Nick meets her gaze, his eyes a little wild. “I know I say you watch too many movies, but-”

A sound cuts him off. Footsteps. They’re running out of time.

“We’re unarmed,” says Judy, “and even if we weren’t, a fight would ruin the entire operation. We need to leave quietly. And this is our only shot!”

“I got a scent here!” calls a guard. Nick tenses. Judy watches the slight movement of his eyes as he calculates their limited options.

“Hey.” She reaches over, lays one paw on his. “You trust me, don’t you?”

“Of course.” His reply is automatic. No hesitation, no overthinking. Hearing his own voice seems to settle it for him. “Fine. Let’s do it.”

Her only reply is a smile.

The nearest wolf is closing in. The scent of two intruders is clear. She reaches the corner, she bares her fangs, she

stops abruptly. There’s a young couple there. A rabbit and a fox. Kissing.

“Woah, woah, hey!” The wolf half-looks away, ears tall. “What the hell are you two doing?!”

The fox breaks the kiss. Lazily. “Oh hey,” he slurs. “Sorry we thought this was a - is this not a - d’you work here?”

“Restricted access,” growls the wolf, finding herself. “Get outta here, now.”

“Booooo,” whines the rabbit. She looks the guard up and down. “Y’know, you could join us, if you wa-”

"Out!”

The couple is promptly shuffled out of the warehouse. Most of the pack sees them, their reactions ranging from annoyance to confusion to amusement.

But none of them suspect.

Nick and Judy keep giggling until they’re out of sight of the warehouse. Then, the second they turn the corner, Nick’s face instantly drops.

“I can’t believe that worked. That trick is so cheesy, and it actually…” He thrusts his hands up. “What year is this?!”

Judy’s still giddy. It’s not an act. “You kissed me~!” she sings. “We kissed~! On a mission~!”

“Carrots-”

“Kissin’ mission~!”

“Carrots!” Nick’s anger is clearly facetious. “Can we take a second? Acknowledge what happened back there? We just escaped a beating and protected a seven-month investigation with a rom-com move. With a trope even my mom thinks is corny.”

“I told you, didn’t I? You’re lucky your partner is a tactical genius.”

“You are,” he admits. “It’s just my job in our dynamic to question your decisions. Especially any decisions that sound like the daydreams of a ten-year-old girl.”

She bumps into him. “Officer Wilde was being purely rational, huh? It almost sounds like you didn’t want to kiss me…”

Nick shoots her a smirk. “Hey, now. Don’t put words in my mouth.”

“You’re right,” says Judy casually. “There’s much better things I could be putting in there. Like my tongue.”

Nick very nearly trips on the curb.

[shannonhale]

We’re Ready: a post for #kidlitwomen

I was presenting an assembly for kids grades 3-8 while on book tour for the third PRINCESS ACADEMY book.

Me: "So many teachers have told me the same thing. They say, 'When I told my students we were reading a book called PRINCESS ACADEMY, the girls said—'"

I gesture to the kids and wait. They anticipate what I'm expecting, and in unison, the girls scream, "YAY!"

Me: "'And the boys said—"

I gesture and wait. The boys know just what to do. They always do, no matter their age or the state they live in.

In unison, the boys shout, "BOOOOO!"

Me: "And then the teachers tell me that after reading the book, the boys like it as much or sometimes even more than the girls do."

Audible gasp. They weren't expecting that.

Me: "So it's not the story itself boys don't like, it's what?" The kids shout, "The name! The title!"

Me: "And why don't they like the title?"

As usual, kids call out, "Princess!"

But this time, a smallish 3rd grade boy on the first row, who I find out later is named Logan, shouts at me, "Because it's GIRLY!"

The way Logan said "girly"…so much hatred from someone so small. So much distain. This is my 200-300th assembly, I've asked these same questions dozens of times with the same answers, but the way he says "girly" literally makes me take a step back. I am briefly speechless, chilled by his hostility.

Then I pull it together and continue as I usually do.

"Boys, I have to ask you a question. Why are you so afraid of princesses? Did a princess steal your dog? Did a princess kidnap your parents? Does a princess live under your bed and sneak out at night to try to suck your eyeballs out of your skull?"

The kids laugh and shout "No!" and laugh some more. We talk about how girls get to read any book they want but some people try to tell boys that they can only read half the books. I say that this isn't fair. I can see that they're thinking about it in their own way.

But little Logan is skeptical. He's sure he knows why boys won't read a book about a princess. Because a princess is a girl—a girl to the extreme. And girls are bad. Shameful. A boy should be embarrassed to read a book about a girl. To care about a girl. To empathize with a girl.

Where did Logan learn that? What does believing that do to him? And how will that belief affect all the girls and women he will deal with for the rest of his life?

At the end of my presentation, I read aloud the first few chapters of THE PRINCESS IN BLACK. After, Logan was the only boy who stayed behind while I signed books. He didn't have a book for me to sign, he had a question, but he didn't want to ask me in front of others. He waited till everyone but a couple of adults had left. Then, trembling with nervousness, he whispered in my ear, "Do you have a copy of that black princess book?"

He wanted to know what happened next in her story. But he was ashamed to want to know.

Who did this to him? How will this affect how he feels about himself? How will this affect how he treats fellow humans his entire life?

We already know that misogyny is toxic and damaging to women and girls, but often we assume it doesn't harm boys or men a lick. We think we're asking them to go against their best interest in the name of fairness or love. But that hatred, that animosity, that fear in little Logan, that isn't in his best interest. The oppressor is always damaged by believing and treating others as less than fully human. Always. Nobody wins. Everybody loses. 

We humans have a peculiar tendency to assume either/or scenarios despite all logic. Obviously it's NOT "either men matter OR women do." It's NOT "we can give boys books about boys OR books about girls." It's NOT "men are important to this industry OR women are." 

It's not either/or. It's AND.

We can celebrate boys AND girls. We can read about boys AND girls. We can listen to women AND men. We can honor and respect women AND men. And And And. I know this seems obvious and simplistic, but how often have you assumed that a boy reader would only read a book about boys? I have. Have you preselected books for a boy and only offered him books about boys? I've done that in the past. And if not, I've caught myself and others kind of apologizing about it. "I think you'll enjoy this book EVEN THOUGH it's about a girl!" They hear that even though. They know what we mean. And they absorb it as truth.

I met little Logan at the same assembly where I noticed that all the 7th and 8th graders were girls. Later, a teacher told me that the administration only invited the middle school girls to my assembly. Because I'm a woman. I asked, and when they'd had a male author, all the kids were invited. Again reinforcing the falsehood that what men say is universally important but what women say only applies to girls.

One 8th grade boy was a big fan of one of my books and had wanted to come, so the teacher had gotten special permission for him to attend, but by then he was too embarrassed. Ashamed to want to hear a woman speak. Ashamed to care about the thoughts of a girl.

A few days later, I tweeted about how the school didn't invite the middle school boys. And to my surprise, twitter responded. Twitter was outraged. I was blown away. I've been talking about these issues for over a decade, and to be honest, after a while you feel like no one cares. 

But for whatever reason, this time people were ready. I wrote a post explaining what happened, and tens of thousands of people read it. National media outlets interviewed me. People who hadn't thought about gendered reading before were talking, comparing notes, questioning what had seemed normal. Finally, finally, finally.

And that's the other thing that stood out to me about Logan—he was so ready to change. Eager for it. So open that he'd started the hour expressing disgust at all things "girly" and ended it by whispering an anxious hope to be a part of that story after all. 

The girls are ready. Boy howdy, we've been ready for a painful long time. But the boys, they're ready too. Are you?

I've spoken with many groups about gendered reading in the last few years. Here are some things that I hear:

A librarian, introducing me before my presentation: "Girls, you're in for a real treat. You're going to love Shannon Hale's books. Boys, I expect you to behave anyway."

A book festival committee member: "Last week we met to choose a keynote speaker for next year. I suggested you, but another member said, 'What about the boys?' so we chose a male author instead."

A parent: "My son read your book and he ACTUALLY liked it!"

A teacher: "I never noticed before, but for read aloud I tend to choose books about boys because I assume those are the only books the boys will like."

A mom: "My son asked me to read him The Princess in Black, and I said, 'No, that's for your sister,' without even thinking about it."

A bookseller: "I've stopped asking people if they're shopping for a boy or a girl and instead asking them what kind of story the child likes."

Like the bookseller, when I do signings, I frequently ask each kid, "What kind of books do you like?" I hear what you'd expect: funny books, adventure stories, fantasy, graphic novels. I've never, ever, EVER had a kid say, "I only like books about boys." Adults are the ones with the weird bias. We're the ones with the hangups, because we were raised to believe thinking that way is normal. And we pass it along to the kids in sometimes  overt ("Put that back! That's a girl book!") but usually in subtle ways we barely notice ourselves.

But we are ready now. We're ready to notice and to analyze. We're ready to be thoughtful. We're ready for change. The girls are ready, the boys are ready, the non-binary kids are ready. The parents, librarians, booksellers, authors, readers are ready. Time's up. Let's make a change.