#i had a cooler caption for this but then i forgot it

[maxaroniiiii]

white noise

[achillesdaily]

DAY #11

>posting Achilles until he arrives at my doorstep.

you don't have much in common, do you

[laladellakang]

hybe caterers

masterlist | wattpad

bold + [] = video captions

hybe's picnic episode

! reminder that binna (trainee from i-land) is a part of le sserafim !

!! 3.5k words !!

"Let's just be who we are," Jay repeated.

"Let's carry Della then," Sunghoon blurted out.

"Eh?" Della looked at him with a confused smile.

[ ???? ]

"We'll carry you like you're our queen," he grinned.

"So you'll sit on our arms then you act all cool," Sunoo elaborated for him.

"Me?!" her eyes widened. "There would be so much attention on me!"

[ Placed on a pedestal ]

"Yah, you're our centre and only girl. You always have so much attention on you," Jay pointed with a chuckle. His comment made Heeseung, Sunoo, Jungwon and Della laugh.

[ Kang Della: ENHYPEN's Visual, centre and only girl ]

"Ten seconds. That's it," she agreed, still laughing a little.

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"Let's hide behind tall sunbaenims," Jiwon strategised to her group. "We're one of the-"

"Wahh!" two of her members suddenly exclaimed.

[ ???? ]

A different camera angle showed some of the fromis_9 girls looking at Della in disbelief while the girl had a confused face.

"You're so tall!" Jisun exclaimed, coming closer to Della.

"Oh my God!" Chaeyoung, who was the tallest, was even surprised. She gasped when she came closer to Della and found their height difference quite visible.

[ Della's tall height caught the attention of the girls ]

"She's taller than me," Yunjin whispered to her group with wide eyes.

[ Forgot about the drinks ]

"Is everything okay? What happened?" Na PD asked.

"No! We're okay!" fromis_9 yelled back.

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"Della Della, is there anything you want here?" Jake asked Della, who was standing near the can cooler but not close enough to see the contents. "There's Pocari."

"Ooh! I want Pocari," Della answered. "Pocari and cold water, but I don't think I can freeze with seven kilos in one hand."

[ One hand is occupied with coffee ]

"I'll get you water," Heeseung and Jungwon answered together. The game starts again and the two raced to grab a litre pack each.

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"You don't wanna try?" Heeseung pointed to the limbo challenge against Kazuha.

"I'm not that flexible, darling," Della laughed.

[ Can't beat a ballerina of 15 years ]

The editors knew how the company didn't want the next clip put in, so they thankfully didn't.

"Yeah, ninety centimeters is almost half your height."

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"I can open my mouth wide but not for that kind of sna- OW!" Jungwon walked all the way to the back of Della's seat to hit her shoulder.

Because they wouldn't only be watched by Engenes and were surrounded by so many artists, he hit her extra hard.

[ SMACK ]

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"Jump rope?! Jump rope?!" Yunjin got confused when she saw her mission. Her first instinct was to run to her team.

[ Yunjin is running with a straight face ]

"Jump rope? I can't do it," none of the members looked confident.

"DELLA! Della Della Della!" Binna and Kazuha pointed to the left.

[ Suggests ENHYPEN's Della ]

To help a possibly shy Yunjin, Binna got up to help her too.

"DELLA-YAA!" the two girls ran to Enhypen's tent. "We need you!"

Della quickly got up and ran to the field behind Yunjin.

[ LE SSERAFIM asks ENHYPEN's Della for help ]

"What was it?" Sunoo asked Binna.

"Jump ropes," she chuckled.

"Ahh!" then it suddenly hit the boys. "She's not that good at jump ropes though?"

"She's not?!" Binna's eyes widened. "Ah.. Yunjin-ah, I'm sorry.." Enha couldn't help but laugh.

[ Binna made a mistake ]

"She can probably do it."

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[ At that moment, ]

"Unnie, I can't do double-under..." Della embarrassingly told Yunjin. "My members can, it should've been them," she pointed to her tent.

[ Yunjin almost brought the right person ]

"Ahh..." Yunjin nodded slowly. "But you can jump rope, right? None of the members can."

"I'm not that good at it though.." Della looked at her with pity. "Can you change?"

"Can I change?" Yunjin asked Chaeyoung and Seungkwan.

"Can you do double-under?"

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"I'm not good at tongue twisters," Seungkwan told Chaeyoung.

"I'm willing to switch. Do you have good diction?" Chaeyoung asked Della.

"Uh! I do!" Della was excited to not do jump ropes.

[ She has good diction ]

"She's our main rapper," Jungwon suddenly joined in.

"Uh! She has really good diction!" Yunjin placed a hand under Della's chin.

"I can do double-under, I was in the jump rope club."

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"You're really.. REALLY tall," Chaeyoung held onto Della's arms.

[ Still on the topic of Della's height ]

"REALLY," Yunjin tagged along. "How tall are you?"

"I'm 173," Della lied.

"Woah!" Chaeyoung covered her mouth.

"There's no way, I'm 172 but we have a noticeable height difference," Yunjin shook her head.

"I just measured two days ago, so-"

"And I did too! I'm DEFINITELY 172 cm," Yunjin pointed to herself.

[ What is Della's height? ]

"You're 173?" Seungkwan couldn't help but intervene.

"Mm," Della gave one nod. Seungkwan moved a bit closer to Della before returning to his place.

"You don't look that far from me though?" Seungkwan looked confused. "I'm 174 cm and wearing insoles."

[ The mystery will continue again soon.. ]

Della just decided to chuckle it off and hope that no one brings it up again. Not that it makes her uncomfortable, but because the company doesn't want people to know of her actual height.

Besides, the game is about to start.

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"Maybe I should've brought you," Jungwon covered his mic and whispered to Della, who was doing the same.

"You want me to arm wrestle with Baekho?" she looked at him in surprise.

"No no, I'm sure one of the members will challenge you just as an excuse to hold hands," he smirked.

"Aishh," she nudged his shoulder with her own. "I'll probably go against another girl."

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[ fromis_9's mission is a person with good diction ]

"You have to succeed in five seconds," Na PD explained.

[ She gets cheers from both teams ]

"KANG DELLA! KANG DELLA!" the boys of Enhypen cheered while fromis_9 kept yelling a 'fighting!'

Della managed to succeed the tongue twister by just barely making it in time. She finished her sentence just as Na PD was about to say 'times up.'

"Success!"

"Woahh!" the footage showed fromis_9 (basically) being whipped for the girl. "She's tall, she's gorgeous, she's talented- eh?"

A loud roar of cheers could be heard from Enhypen's tent.

[ Huh? ]

A sudden rush entered the boys and they all cheered proudly for their girl.

"Wahh.. Della, you have a strong fanclub," Na PD 'complimented.'

"That's our baby!" Jay yelled out.

[ ENHYPEN's baby ]

"They call her their baby... Cute.." Minhyun grinned.

"Enhypen is so cute," "Their baby.." Mingyu and Hoshi commented.

"Guys! I didn't stutter!" Della yelled to her members excitedly.

"YEAH!" they cheered again. "OUR BABY!"

"Why are they so cute?" Saerom pouted.

"It's like having a bunch of big brothers," Jisun smiled.

"Do they live together?" Hayoung asked their staff, who most likely know.

"Yes. Della has her own room," someone answered.

[ Truly like a bunch of big brothers ]

"Ahh," the girls nodded. "Then they really are like siblings."

"As expected, our Enhypen," Yeonjun commented with a proud sigh.

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"Let's be like the couples in the amusement parks," Della hugged Jungwon from behind as they were waiting in line.

[ Amusement park couple, ENHYPEN ]

"Shouldn't I do that to you?" Jake then hugged Della from behind.

[ Amusement park coupleS, ENHYPEN ]

"Relay relay," Jungwon chuckled. "I'll do it to Heeseung-hyung too."

"We'll be a horizontal hamburger," Della smiled softly and snuggled into Jungwon's back.

[ Horizontal hamburger... ]

"Are you guys always this comfortable together?" Baekho asked Niki and Sunghoon.

"Eh?" they didn't understand what he meant.

"Do you always hug and everything?" Jiwon pointed towards their members.

"Ahh, yes. We're always this clingy," Niki chuckled at the sight.

[ Normal day for ENHYPEN ]

"In public too?" Baekho raised his eyebrows.

"Yes," Sunghoon answered. "We're just really comfortable with each other."

"No- I get it. I was just a bit stunned," the longer that the artists observe Enhypen, the more un-sibling-like they seem...

[ Culture shock ]

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"This song by Lee Seunggi was released in 2004 and created a 'noona lover syndrome' in Korea. What's the name of the song?" Della panicked as soon as Na PD said the year. She didn't even hear the rest of the question.

[ Was only a year old ]

Luckily, since she went back to drink water and grab a fan after failing her first try, Kim Mingyu of Seventeen was standing behind her (for his third try).

"'Because You're My Woman,'" he mumbled.

[ Is Mingyu's answer correct this time? ]

"'Because You're a Woman,'" Della blurted out.

"'You're My Woman,'" he emphasised the 'my.'

"'Because You're My Woman,'" she corrected herself.

"'Because You're My Woman..'" Na PD created some suspense. "You were very young when it came out, right? Correct!"

"Yes! Thank you! Thank you!" she thanked the staff and Mingyu with a small bow.

"I'll call you by 'you,' no matter what you say," Mingyu and Hoshi started singing together.

"Ahh! I know! So that you can feel me as a man," she continued excitedly.

[ 2003 Della actually knows the 2004 song! ]

"Oh! You could probably get it without the help," Na PD had wide eyes.

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"What was the question you got right?" Jay asked Della when everyone was done.

"The 2004 song that created a 'noona lover syndrome' in Korea. Lee Seunggi-sunbaenim's Because You're My Woman," she said after swallowing her food.

"How did you know?" Heeseung asked.

"Mingyu-sunbaenim helped me," she chuckled. "Turns out it's the song that made me dislike being called noona."

[ The fourth youngest who hates being called noona and unnie ]

"Oh then you could've got it on your own?" no one would find Jay's tone the slightest bit unusual. Only the members could sense the jealousy laced in it.

"'Because You're My Woman,' like that?" Heeseung imitated how Mingyu could've whispered the answer. His jealousy was a bit more detectable than Jay's.

"Yes," like what Jay did to Jungwon, Della immediately went to bite Jay's arm.

"Ahh!" he recoiled his arm back. Della then proceeded to do the same to Heeseung.

"She's been so bite-y lately," Jungwon pointed at her. The boys all voiced their agreement.

"But she keeps attacking me- ahh!"

[ No BORDER in ENHYPEN ] (it's a reference to border: day one & carnival)

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"What about me, Taehyun and Della?" Yeonjun pointed over at Enhypen's tent, thinking of another way to get dessert.

"Ooh!" Heuning Kai and Beomgyu looked at Na PD with hopeful eyes.

[ !!! ]

"That's right. We're TYD, technically, we're one group under Hybe," Taehyun nodded.The screen then cut to a clip of 365 Fresh.

[ TYD = Taehyun, Yeonjun, Della ] [ A project group under HYBE ] [ TXT's Taehyun and Yeonjun with ENHYPEN's Della ]

"I'm listening," Na PD urged them to continue.

"Can't the three of us have a go?" Yeonjun asked. There was a moment of silence as the PDs talked among themselves.

[ Another shot? ]

"Della-ssi," Na PD called out to Enhypen's tent.

"Yes!" she stood up.

"You, Yeonjun and Taehyun are technically one group under Hybe, right?" she nodded with a small 'yes.' "Do you agree to play once more for desserts as a trio?"

"Della, we lost everything," "We didn't get any," the TXT boys informed.

"Yes, of course," she eagerly agreed.

"Okay, then we'll be doing a round for TYD after we're done with Enhypen, okay?"

"NICE! Okay!"

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"Malatang," Enhypen cheered when they got all the desserts in one try. Sunoo, who was beside Della, also couldn't help but lift her up in excitement.

Throughout the rest of their exchange with Na PD, Della kept her arms wrapped around Sunoo's neck and his stayed around her waist.

They knew it wasn't very professional but hey, it's just a televised picnic.

"Is TYD going to do the game now?" Sunoo asked, bringing everyone's attention to them.

"Yes.." Na PD laughed a bit. "I'm sorry- Sunoo-ssi, Della-ssi..." the camera finally focused on their position. "Enhypen has great chemistry, yeah?"

"Of course!" "The best!" "This is Enhypen!" all the members said together.

[ Our chemistry is unbeatable ]

"Rightt, let's see how Della pairs with her other group, though."

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"We would ask you to choose since there's only three of you, but you weren't originally going to play so we can't do that," TYD was gathered in Enhypen's tent while Enha moved to TXT's for the moment.

"Ahh," Yeonjun and Della pouted a bit.

"Because all three of you Korean, we will be doing the proverbs relay," TYD's faces showed a look of defeat.

[ Not confident at all ]

"We're doomed, oppas," Della, who was in the middle, rested her arms on their shoulders.

"It's okay, it's okay. We can do this," Taehyun assured calmly.

"We know all of it," Yeonjun rubbed her back.

"You can do it guys!" Beomgyu cheered. "Fighting!"

"YOU CAN DO IT!" the other members followed suit.

[ Full support ]

"You're smarter than you think, Della-ya! You can do it!" Niki assured.

"As long as what you say is close to the meaning, we'll give you a pass."

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"-and the cockroaches-" they just needed two more to win in one go.

"WRONG!"

"Eh?!" TYD, Enhypen and TXT all looked confused. "It's correct!"

"The cockroaches those at night!" Della finished her sentence with furrowed eyebrows.

"It's mice," Na PD corrected.

[ Cockroaches and mice are very different ]

"Eyy, it's basically the same thing!" Yeonjun bargained.

[ *displays a cartoon mice and cockroach* ]

"They both lurk around, it's basically the same thing!" Della protested.

"They're both tiny, they walk on their legs-" Jungwon listed.

"They have eyes," Niki added, making everyone laugh.

"My mother says it's cockroaches. Are you saying that my beloved mother is wrong?" with her sharp eyes and her challenging tone, Della's bitch face unconsciously came out.

[ Della is scary ]

"Ooh!" even though it seemed like the Enha and TXT boys were impressed at her comeback, it was more because of the look on her face.

"Okay, we'll let it pass since the meaning is pretty much the same," everyone cheered as they only needed Yeonjun to get all the dessert.

But unfortunately, he forgot that he was next so they had to start over.

At least they got everything on the second try.

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"Let's sneak out," Sunghoon whispered in Della's ear after turning off both of their mics. Everyone was given a small break after eating dessert.

Della looked at his face, seeing a cocky expression. He licked the inside of his cheek with a smirk.

"Accessible toilet?" she eyed his collar for a second.

"Mm," he gave a brief nod.

"I'll go first. See you soon, darling," she whispered in his ear and stood up. "I'm going to the restroom," she informed everyone.

"Eh- Lala! Your phone!" Sunoo grabbed the device to hand it to her.

"Ahh- it's okay I shouldn't be long!" no one questioned it at first but when Sunghoon excused himself two minutes later, the boys all knew what was happening.

"Sunghoon-hyung.. I swear to God," Sunoo whispered to himself.

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"Do you want me to teach you how to traditionally twerk?" Della asked Yeonjun when everyone gathered for random play dance. "So you bend down-"

"No no no no," Jake and Niki protected the girl by sandwiching her in between them.

[ Protecting their member ]

"Twerking is an art form! It's an actual dance move!" she struggled to escape.

"Shh shh," Niki, who was in front of her, pat her head to shut her up.

"Are they always this clingy?" Hyun asked Beomgyu. Those who could hear him couldn't help but laugh. "I was in a co-ed group but we were never like that."

[ Culture shock #2 ]

"She's literally like one of the boys," Beomgyu covered for his friends.

"Ah really? Interesting.."

"Della-ssi, can you move to the girls' side?" a staff instructed.

"Ah- yes," Della could finally removed herself from Yunki. "Goodbyee!" she twirled away with a singsong voice.

"Ahh cutee," Heeseung and Jake said together.

[ Our baby ^^ ]

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"Della-ya," Seungkwan suddenly called for her as she passed by him.

"Yes," she stopped in her tracks.

"Do you mind talking about your height?" she furrowes her eyebrows a bit at the question.

"No, not at all. The company does though, just a little bit," Seungkwan responded with an 'ahh.' "But I think it's okay. Why?"

"Be prepared, yeah?"

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"Ah, PD-nim, I'm really sorry but before we start.." Seungkwan voiced out just as they were about to start the random play dance. "There has been a never-ending discussion among the artists."

"Ohh, what is it?"

[ Professor Boo rises a topic ]

"Enhypen's Della-ssi, please come forward," everyone cheered but Della's eyes widened.

[ ENHYPEN's Della is called forward ]

"So there was this never-ending discussion.." the editors left a gap to add suspense. "-about Della's height," the Enhypen and TXT boys couldn't hold in their laugh.

[ Della's long legs and towering height ]

"Oh! But it's true! I think she's taller than me!" Na PD made eye contact with Seungkwan.

"She said she was 173 cm-" a lot of the artists (and most of the girls) expressed their amazement. "-but I reckon she's taller because she's taller than me."

[ ~174 cm ]

"Dino! Dino Dino!" the Seventeen members called and pushed their maknae forward.

"Dino is.. slightly shorter than me," Seungkwan informed. "Take off your insoles!" he instructed Dino when they found him being taller.

[ Lots of insole talk today^^ ]

"Ohh!" their height difference wasn't distinct but was definitely visible.

"I'm wearing insoles too," Della used an excuse.

[ ??? ]

"Why would she wear insoles if she is over 170 cm," Jay chuckled.

"Right? We don't need to appear a similar height now too," Sunoo brushed their shoulders together.

"Prove it," Na PD raised his eyebrows.

"My shoes are a bit difficult to take off so-"

"We have the exact same style of shoes!" Dino gestured to her shoes. Everyone laughed at his point.

[ Highly complicated shoes ]

"Can we have Lee Hyun-ssi stand next to her?" Na PD directed.

"Me too! I'm the shortest in the team!" Jiwon announced herself.

[ Curious about the height difference ]

"Okay, Jiwon-ssi... and Mingyu-ssi since he's the tallest," Seungkwan called over.

"Wahh," the girls were surprised to see the gap. Della and Hyun were basically the same height and the difference between Jiwon and Della is larger than Della to Mingyu.

"She's so hot, 어떻게," Jiheon hugged Seoyeon. [eotteohke]

[ Della fan club admissions are open ]

"Wah- she's way taller than Woozi," Jun said to his members.

"It's a good thing he's not here, huh?" Joshua mumbled.

[ Woozi: ~166 cm ]

"That's our baby," Niki smiled to his hyungs. "So cute."

"Thank you, Della-ssi. You may return now."

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"Let's have Yeonjun in front," they were about to do a second test for Hey Mama.

"Ah- Can we have Della in front too? She knows the whole dance," Sunoo shyly told his sunbaes.

"Della? Okay! Della-ssi please come forward!" Della and Yeonjun both gave each other a knowing nod when they stood in the front together.

[ Y and D share a look ]

When the dance finally starts, Dejun went into stage mode, dancing seriously. Della also paired it with her expressions thinking Yeonjun would do the same (but didn't).

"Wahh! Why didn't you dance like that earlier?!"

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"Player, champagne, showtime,” 365 Fresh started playing. The TYD trio all came forward to the middle to show everyone how it’s done.

[ Taehyun, Yeonjun, Della ✨ ]

“I’m 365 so fresh,” everyone who still stayed in the game knew the point dance but some were just executed poorly.

[ SO FRESH ]

“This is their unit song?” Minhyun asked.

“Yes, it’s TYD. T-Y-D,” Seungkwan replied.

When the song finished, a couple of people were called forward, but among all of them, Niki was the most shocking one.

After dancing with Della, it turns out that he just needed to be next to his partner.

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"WAHH!" the fromis_9 girls (and Enha, of course) reacted during Love Shot. "Lee Seoyeon! Della-yaa!"

"Her body roll is so clean!" Chaeyoung fangirled to Gyuri. "So sexy!"

[ Della is indeed Korea's Siren ]

"Sexy!" Jay yelled out.

"Our siren!" Sunoo joined him.

Whenever it's a girl group dance, fromis_9 cheer for their remaining member. But whenever it's a boy group dance, they all fall for Della.

"I became Soobin's fan," after Seventeen made their confession, fromis_9 wants to do so as well.

"I became Della's fan- WE became Della's fan," Chaeyoung admitted. "Seoyeon-ah! We love you and you're wonderful but Della surprised us so much!"

[ Soobin and Della created a new phenomenon among the HYBE artists ]

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"My beloved member.. How do you feel about making it this far?" Della was the only girl whose mic was held by Sunghoon during his 'interview.'

"GET CLOSER THAN THAT!" Hyun instructed. They were keeping a bit of space for professionalism.

"MORE! MORE!" majority of the male artists yelled when Sunghoon only inched a bit closer.

"JUST WRAP YOUR ARM AROUND HER!" Binna suddenly raised her voice.

"THERE YA GO!" everyone cheered when Sunghoon wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

[ MC Sunghoon is not shy with his member ]

"What is happening?" Na PD laughed at the scene.

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"DELLA-YAA!" for some reason, Jake was the most excited when Della (and Seoyeon) won the random play dance. "YOU'RE SO COOL! I'M SO PROUD OF YOU!" he picked her up bridal style and spun her around, ending it with a kiss on her cheek.

[ Known as the 'married couple' of ENHYPEN ]

"OUR MAIN DANCER!" Niki reached her next to spin Della around again. "YOU DID IT!" he put her down to connect their foreheads together.

"LALAA!" everyone else came together and did a group hug.

[ True love ]

"Let's toss Della up! Let's toss her!" Jungwon proposed.

"Kang Della! Kang Della! Kang Della!" they said in between tosses.

so @sunsunthinker showed me these pics of jennie x yeji because della is said to resemble those two and i wanna show you guys!

then i got inspired to do the same 😁

of course della doesn't look exactly like these but it's fun to see

requests: — hybe caterers — hybe family's reaction to della's height — people's reaction to della's (R)BF — some TYD moments — enha making the idols (or.. everyone) feel like third wheels — the boys getting jealous at della's interactions with the hybe family — a spotlight for our baby — della winning random play dance

taglist! @afiaaaa19 @riikiblr @one16core @4sahii @toriluvsfics @i90snoo @danyxthirstae01 @seulgifted @clar-iii @hiqhkey  @nichmeddar @jiwlys @duolingofanaccount [@studioreader @sarang-wonie @fairydosii @hoonstrology @jaetint]

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Movie Review | Department (Varma, 2012)

The nicest thing I can say about the movie is that Ram Gopal Varma seems genuinely excited by the possibilities of digital cinematography. The film takes full advantage of the freedom of movement possible with lightweight cameras. Shots whip about both fluidly and jaggedly, go right up into characters' faces, frame the action from unexpected places. The results are occasionally striking (the FPS cam used in action sequences is pretty fun), but more often ugly and cacophonous. The movie is defined by a few levels of incoherence. Two of them are visual, in that the wildly diverging shot patterns make it difficult to grasp the geography of a given action sequence, and that the visual style itself seems to change not just scene to scene, but within scenes themselves.

And one of them is narrative. Plot developments that would be belaboured in more considerate movies just happen, character motivations change to hit whatever beats the movie has in mind, and any twists and betrayals end up falling completely flat. Whatever understanding of crime Varma once had in movies like Satya and Company seems to have disappeared. The gangs here speak of their countless henchmen but we rarely get a sense of how their organizations work. And when two of the gang members break off to form their own gang, they seemingly carry out all their crimes by themselves with impunity. The title refers to a special police unit created to operate outside the understood bounds of the law, but we never get a sense of why the criminals they face inspire the need for such hardline tactics, or what fruit they even bear. This is the second movie in a row I've watched featuring this trope, and while Shootout at Lokhandwala was hardly even-handed in this respect, I appreciate that it at least made a case for its material. Varma is taking a more skeptical viewpoint (the movie opens with the caption "Absolute power corrupts absolutely") but is unable to articulate a coherent argument in either direction.

And going back to the title, there are two ways to explain it. The more charitable is that it was intended as a euphemism, like "encounter" is in Indian policing. The less charitable is that it was used as a placeholder until Varma could come up with a cooler title, and either forgot or was unable to do so, so this one stayed. The result is that you have a lot of characters trying to make the word "department" sound cool and completely failing. One can't blame theme too much, though. Is the DMV cool?

So on the whole, this is pretty bad and if you've never seen a Ram Gopal Varma movie, you don't need to see this. If you've seen at least one Ram Gopal Varma movie, you still don't need to see this. If you've seen at least a few and are morbidly curious from an auteurist perspective, then maybe this is worth a watch if you keep your expectations extremely low. (It's definitely less embarrassing than the two movies he did with Mia Malkova, which I watched for auteurist reasons, I swear.) I will say that I liked some of the performances. Amitabh Bachman shows up as a criminal-turned-politician and chews up the scenery as a he flaunts his particular views on legality (he takes pains to distinguish between doing legal things illegally and doing illegal things legally). And Madhu Shalini plays a particularly Machiavellian member of the gang with distressingly sexy results. I say distressingly because the fact that she wasn't in a better movie was bringing me great distress.

[i-need-entertainment]

Haikyuu!! Boys getting accidentally flashed by their girlfriend

Characters: Akaashi, Washio, Konoha, Kita, Suna, Ushijima, Yahaba, Iwaizumi, Futakuchi and Daishou

TW- second hand embarrassment, flashing someone, mentions of cleavage and underwear.

Akaashi Keiji:

You knew he was coming over today, you just forgot..that he....was coming over today....

In all fairness, you tried to look at least a little presentable, but after you threw on some sweatpants and a sports bra, you kind of got distracted?

And seeing as at the moment it was just you, chilling around in a sports bra didn’t seem like that big of a deal.

Which is why when you heard a soft knock at your door and your name being called by your boyfriend, you didn’t hesitate to say ‘come in’, not realizing your mistake until he walked in. 

As soon as you saw his eyes widen and the tips of his ears turn red, you remembered not finishing getting dressed.

Being the gentleman he is he promptly turned around and let you put a shirt on.

I’m sure you’ll laugh about it someday but until then...suffer lol.

Washio Tatsuki: 

You had been invited to the beach with your boyfriend’s high school volleyball team, Fukurodani.

Seeing as they are a volleyball team, they decided to play a game of beach volleyball, you and the two managers were of course included.

Everything was going great. Your team was winning, Bokuto hadn’t gone into an emo mode, and everyone was having fun.

Everything was perfect until a wonky spike made by Konoha went a little further than you had anticipated, causing you to drive for it.

Surprising even yourself, you successfully got the ball up. But as soon as you stood up, Washio pulled you into a tight hug, looking up to him from your place at his chest you were met with the reddest face you’ve ever seen from your boyfriend.

We’re talking redder than when he asked you to be his girlfriend red.

You asked him ‘What?’ and he said in a small voice, ‘your top came off’.

Looking down, you indeed realized that your top had come completely off, but thanks to your boyfriend’s quick reflex’s, no one other than you and poor, poor Washio saw anything.

Continuing to shield you from your friends, he quickly picked up your top, dusted it off and handed it to you, turning around so you could put it on, and tying it so you both could be sure it wouldn’t come undone again.

Konoha Akinori: 

You and your boyfriend had been hanging out at your house during the summer.

It had become increasingly hotter throughout the day, so you ran up to your room to change into something a bit cooler. You didn’t think anything of it when you chose a comfortable tank top to wear, figuring you were at home anyways so it didn’t matter.

You of course missed the slight widening of your boyfriends eyes when you came downstairs. 

You two were just chilling at the table drinking some iced tea, scrolling on your phones and what not, when you leaned down onto your elbows.

The tank top you were wearing was less than helpful, because along with you leaning forward, your top was cut quite low.

Fortunately you caught it pretty quickly and of course apologized to your boyfriend. He muttered a ‘it’s fine’ before awkwardly laughing and moving on, leaning down so his hair could hide just how pink his cheeks had gotten.

Little do the two of you know how long that will haunt both of you.

Kita Shinsuke: 

The two of you were on a date, you guys had just gotten out of the movies and were talking and walking around the nearby park.

The two of you were walking hand in hand, just enjoying being in each other’s presence really.

You were just about to tell him something when the wind picked up, picking your skirt up along with it.

You of course were quick to grab the hem of your skirt to tug it back down, but the damage had already been done.

He had been looking at you waiting for you to speak when your skirt had lifted. Giving him a...view. You were quick to apologize, and so was he. He assured you he didn’t see anything....but the thing was level with your waist so you know he did, he’s just too much of gentleman to embarrass you further.

Suna Rintaro: 

Every morning, one of the first things you do is send your boyfriend a ‘good morning’ snap.

It was a normal, everyday thing, so you didn’t think much of it when you sent the first picture you took. 

Unfortunately for you, you didn’t look back at the picture you had taken.

About five minutes later you received a snap back from your boyfriend.

It was a picture with his hand over his eyes and a caption that said ‘look down’, and after doing so and realizing the shirt you had slept in had slipped down, you were quick to send back another picture (this time with a fixed top) apologizing.

Him being the chill guy he is let it go, but it did end up being quite the wake up for both of you.

Ushjima Wakatoshi: 

You had expressed to your boyfriend that you had wanted to start exercising more, and with him being the fitness buff he is, he was more than happy to help.

The two of you were working out at your house, just a simple warm up and some lighter exercises so you could get used to it.

You got into a plank position and got started, or did your best, him being the great boyfriend he is encouraged you and kept his mouth shut.

Well, about the pushups anyways. Not long after you had started he had leaned over and pulled your top further down your back, telling you it was showing your chest as he leaned back like nothing had happened.

Realization kicked in not long after for you, realizing that not only had you flashed your boyfriend, but he had nonchalantly fixed your top for you like nothing had happened at all.

Then again, that’s only because you were too focused on your own embarrassment to notice the light pink dusting his face.

Yahaba Shigeru: 

Every morning Yahaba picked you up for school and the two of you drove together.

And seeing as it was now in the warmer months of the school year, you no longer had to wear tights and could now just wear the skirt.

When you guys got to the school Yahaba exited the car and made his way to your door to open it like he did every morning.

And after months of not having to worry about showing anything you had swung your legs out of the car like you had in the winter.

Except that now there were no tights to stop from showing your underwear off when your skirt had lifted, giving an unintentional ‘show’ to your chivalrous, albeit now red, boyfriend.

You now wear shorts under your skirt.

Iwaizumi Hajime: 

You had a habit of taking your boyfriend’s clothes, his sweatshirts being your favorite item of his to leech.

Currently you were wearing a gray hoodie he had bought recently, but let you borrow since he knows how much you like wearing them.

Usually he has no problem with you wearing his stuff, but for this particular look, he just so happened to need the one you were currently wearing.

He asked for it, and you being the benevolent girlfriend you are, gladly gave it to him.

Er, you tried to, you had a little trouble getting it over your head. In other words, you were stuck.

Calling for help from your beefy boyfriend you tried once again to get it off.

Iwaizumi, being the benevolent boyfriend he is, tried to help you untangle yourself from the sweatshirt. Only to be flashed when you finally got it off your head.

The particular sweatshirt you were wearing was a bit of a tighter fit, and it caught the sleeves of your shirt juuust right to where when you two finally got it off, it took your shirt along with it.

Iwaizumi froze before picking up another sweatshirt of his and shoving it over your head, mumbling things before he stopped when he heard your laugh mixed with apologies.

He now makes sure to ask for his sweatshirts in advance.

Futakuchi Kenji: 

The two of you had decided to get something to eat after school since Futakuchi didn’t have practice and your afternoon was free as well.

For the entirety of the school day, your uniform top has been giving you issues.

When you initially got your uniform it had come in a size too small, so you of course got another one, but yesterday you had spilled something on your shirt and needed a replacement.

It still fit well enough, it was just a tad bit too snug in some areas.

Specifically your chest.

The two of you had sat down, waiting for your order to be called when you noticed your boyfriend had gone uncharacteristically quiet.

You looked at him and he just nodded down to your shirt before whispering that ‘you’re button came undone’.

You were of course quick to button it back up and were about to apologize when he hushed you, choosing to instead place his blazer over your shoulders, assuring you that it was fine and ‘you just need to pay more attention dummy’ and some other witty remarks.

Although it was very obvious they were made to distract you from the burning red adorning his neck and ears.

Daishou Suguru: 

I know what you’re thinking ‘oH sUrE iT wAs An AcCiDeNt’ BUT IT WAS.

You two have been dating for a while now, so it wasn’t unusual for the two of you to barge into each other’s rooms.

On this specific day, you had just finished taking a shower when he had come over. He was not aware you had just gotten out of the shower and you didn’t know he was there.

You made your way to your room dressed in a bath towel, drying off as you got your clothes and such ready.

You were just about to drop your towel when your bedroom door opened, revealing your boyfriend.

You were quick to tighten your grip on the towel and he was quick to turn around and leave your room, loudly shouting apologies as you yelled his name.

You were able to laugh it off later when he assured you he only saw a bit of your chest, but that doesn’t make up for the utter hUMILIATION you were feeling. And probably will feel for the rest of your life :)

[henrycavillobsessed]

Captivated

Henry x first person reader 

Words: 2377

Summary: You and Henry have a “friends with benefits” situation going on,  but you’ve caught feelings, and so has he. Everything comes to a head when you see photos of him out with another woman. 

CW: Angsty smut! Sex, male and female oral giving and receiving; female ejaculation. Bad language. Anger and slight violence (struggles).

Notes: Hope you all enjoy this smutty, angsty one! I really enjoyed writing it :)

Looking in the mirror, I smiled widely. Damn I look good, I thought to myself. It was Henry’s turn to visit my house, and I knew he’d love the new lingerie set I’d bought that day; a scarlet babydoll with matching lace panties. Pulling on a silk robe and stepping into a pair of black stilettos, I quickly checked my makeup and hair was still perfect and then I left my bedroom. In the kitchen, I pulled out a chilled bottle of white wine from the wine cooler and set it on the table with two glasses, and then lit the scented candles and dimmed the lights. Looking at the clock I saw that I still had half an hour until Henry arrived, so I took a seat on the table and turned on the TV that was mounted on the wall. The showbiz news was on, and funnily enough the newsreader was talking about Henry and his new movie. I smiled to myself. It always amazed me whenever I saw Henry on TV, or in a celebrity magazine, knowing that I was sleeping with him, and had been for the last six months. It had started off as a one-night stand after I met him in a club on a night out in London, and it soon turned to a regular “friends with benefits” situation. The secrecy was what made what was already hot sex even hotter, and we regularly met up, taking it in turns to go to each other’s places for the evening, always leaving in the early hours to avoid the paparazzi. It was a complete no-strings attached arrangement, with both of us knowing it would never go any further, although recently I had started to look forward to our evenings more and more. I suppose you could say I missed him when I wasn’t with him, which was dangerous territory to be in. I needed to keep a check on that. Shaking my head away from these thoughts, I reached for the wine and poured myself a glass, glancing up at the TV. 

“… and speaking about Henry Cavill, could there be a new lady in his life? Known as one of Hollywood’s most eligible bachelors, Cavill was spotted today in Kensington enjoying a drink with an unknown, but incredibly pretty, brunette…”

A photo flashed up on the screen, and there he was. Sat at an outside table of a wine bar, holding a large glass of red, Henry’s head was thrown back in laughter. The woman next to him was also laughing, her hand resting on his forearm. They looked incredibly cosy. It was obvious they were on a date.

I felt like someone had literally grabbed my heart and was crushing it. My stomach plummeted, and I went icy cold. I gasped for breath, my hand flying to cover my mouth to try and stop the sob clawing its way up my throat from escaping. Tears sprung to my eyes, spilling over and streaking my mascara. Where was my phone? I grabbed it from the counter, opening Google. Typing his name in the search bar, I cried out as photos of them both popped up immediately, all with speculative captions asking who this mystery woman could be. I threw the phone across the room. My breathing was too fast. Grabbing the wine, I drank the whole glass in one. 

“What the fuck!” I whispered to myself. What was this reaction? I knew this would happen one day. He was Henry Cavill for fuck sake, I was lucky to have managed this far having a secret fling with him. Of course he’d end up with someone for real one day, probably an actress or a model, not a nobody like me. But if I knew what was coming, then why did it feel like my heart had been shattered? Why did it feel like I’d just lost him?

“Fuck!” I said again, louder this time. I poured myself some more wine, trying to get my bearings and control my breathing. As I was drinking the second glass of wine, slower than the first, I heard a key turn in the front door. Shit. I forgot he had a key. Usually he’d knock and I’d answer the door, giving him his first view of whatever lingerie I’d chosen for that night; he’d barely make it through the door before his mouth was on mine, his sexy muscular arms wrapped around me, a hand reaching down to

Jesus Christ, this was not the time to get horny over memories! What was I going to do? I stood up, wobbling slightly on my heels. I pulled them off, and turned to face the window so he wouldn’t see my tear-stained face when he entered the kitchen.

“Hi! I did knock but you didn’t answer, I hope you didn’t mind me using the key,” I heard him call as he walked down the hallway. 

I could smell his aftershave as he came into the room; he smelled absolutely delicious. I hastily wiped the black streaks from my face, using the dark window as mirror, and turned around to face him. 

“There you are!” Henry beamed, and then whistled. “Wow. You look breath-taking. But hey, um, before we, erm, begin, I need to talk to you about something…” 

Something inside me snapped, anger replacing the devastation I’d felt at seeing those photos. Who the fuck did he think he was? Did he honestly think that I’d still get on my back for him after he’d told me about his new woman?!

“Oh, I know what you’re going to say,” I said, my voice low. 

“You do?” Henry looked taken-aback. “But I-“

“I saw the photos, Henry.”

He stilled. I walked slowly towards him, seething. 

“How long has this been going on then, huh? Have you only come here to tell me because you knew I’d see the news today?”

I stopped in front of him, wishing I’d kept the heels on. He towered over me, his male scent overpowering my senses. 

“Listen, it’s not-“

“It’s not what I think it is? Ha, spare me,” I spat, my voice louder now. The anger was bubbling up to the surface; I couldn’t control it. “What have you come here tonight for, Henry? One last fuck before you move on with your brunette?” 

His face clouded over with anger of his own. He stepped closer to me. “Y/N, you don’t know what you’re saying.”

I laughed humourlessly. “Oh I think I do! That’s all I ever was to you, wasn’t I, a hole to fill- literally! – until you found someone better! Well, fuck you, okay! I’m a human being, with feelings! Didn’t you know I’d end up-“

My hand flew up to my mouth again, halting the words before I said something I’d regret. Henry frowned. 

“You’d end up what?” he asked. He walked towards me as I shook my head. 

He didn’t stop until he’d backed me up against the wall. 

“Nothing, just forget it-“

“I asked you a question.” His voice was dangerously quiet. 

“I said it was nothing!” I pushed against his chest, trying to get away from him. I’d have had more success pushing against a brick wall, but I didn’t stop. 

“Y/N!” he shouted, grabbing the tops of my arms.

“Get off me!”

“Not until you answer me!” 

I struggled against him, and he growled, the sound echoing in my sex which traitorously clenched in response. He was all male, and I was completely captivated by him.

“For fuck- I love you Henry, okay? I love you don’t you see that?” I angrily wiped the fresh tears from my face. Henry let go of me, finally, and stared at me, an indiscernible look in his eyes. 

And then his mouth was on mine, our lips crushing together. One of his hands grabbed the back of my head, and mine wound up behind his neck. His other arm was around me, holding me tight against him as we made out passionately. He growled again, and I could feel his erection straining against his jeans. He picked me up one handed and kicked the door behind him; we fell into the living room. He threw me down onto the sofa, and pulled off his t-shirt, his perfectly sculpted chest and abs coming into view. I was panting, and so fucking wet; my legs clenched together for some relief as he ripped off his shoes and scrambled to take off his jeans and boxers. He impressive cock sprung free as he stood there naked, eyeing me up like a lion does his prey. Then he bent down and threw open my robe, his breath hissing as he saw what I was wearing. He stretched his body out over mine, and kissed me again, hard, and then moved to my neck, biting down. I cried out, raking my nails down his back; I was sure I drew blood. He moved further down my body, taking one of my nipples in his mouth and rolling it around with his tongue. I arched up, the onslaught of pleasure taking over. I was desperate for him to touch me elsewhere, my pussy pulsing with need. After giving attention to my other breast, he moved down, looking me dead in the eyes as he tore the delicate lace panties off me with his teeth. And finally, his attention was on my clit, and I nearly came there and then just from the first lick of his tongue. He thrust two fingers into me, and fucked me with them as he ate me, and the first orgasm exploded around him, as I squirted hard, causing him to groan erotically; he licked my juices up, looking up and licking his lips when he was done. I sprung up, twisting him around and down so that he was sitting on the sofa and I took his dick in my mouth, sucking him feverently, licking up and down the velvety warmness, tasting the exquisite salty flavour of him. His threw his head back, a vein popping on his neck. He came quickly, and hard, the onslaught of ejaculate flooding my mouth. I swallowed it down quickly, wiping my mouth. Henry reached out and grabbed me, pulling me down towards him. I knew what he wanted. I mounted him, taking all of him in one, and then I was riding him, hard, his hands grabbing my hips, urging me to go faster, harder. We didn’t speak, our breath coming out in pants and gasps, both of us racing to climax. I screamed as I came again, ferociously, almost painfully, tightening around him, milking him as hot spurts of his cum pumped into me as he roared his release. 

As far as last fucks went, it was spectacular. Wait. Last fuck. The argument before came back to me, and I gasped, the pain in my chest returning. I got off of Henry quickly, grabbing my robe and covering myself up again. I could feel tears choking my throat and I did nothing to stop them. 

“Y/N, wait, I-“

“I didn’t need your pity, Cavill. That was a mistake.”

“For fuck sake, Y/N!” Henry cried, getting in and stepping into his boxers. “That wasn’t about pity!”

“Then what was it about?”

“I love you too! There, I said it! I fucking love you too, alright!” Henry thrust a hand through his curly hair, pacing around the room. I stood rooted to the stop, speechless.

“But… but what about that woman, your date?” I asked when my voice returned. 

“She wasn’t a date! She’s a new director, we met for a drink to talk about a potential project!”

Realisation began to dawn on me. “So when you said you needed to talk to me about something…”

“I wanted to tell you how I felt, how I truly felt about you! Because I saw the paparazzi at lunch, I knew that there would be photos, I knew you’d see them. And then I thought, if it had been the other way around, if you had been seen out with another man and I saw photos of that, I’d be consumed with jealousy. The mere thought of it made me rage.” He stopped pacing and turned to face me. 

“I know we have a “friends with benefits” thing going on, but it isn’t enough for me anymore. I love you. I want more. I need more.”

I looked at him incredulously; I can’t believe how wrong I’d gotten it. 

“You actually, really love me? Like I love you?” I asked, daring to hope.

“Yes!” Henry laughed. He picked me up, and spun you around. “I really love you!”

We both laughed together. It was like the beginning of the evening hadn’t even happened. When I thought I’d lost him…

“I thought I’d lost you,” I said, voicing my worries. “Not that I was yours to begin with, not really…”

“I think you’ve always been mine Y/N, and I’ve always been yours. I’ve been captivated with you from the moment I first saw you, first kissed you. I couldn’t even look at anyone else. It’s always been you.”

I started crying again, the whirlwind of emotions I’d felt since seeing that news report completely overwhelming me. Henry smiled indulgently, opening his arms. 

“Come here, baby.” 

I entered his embrace, taking in his scent of expensive aftershave and sex. Being in his arms felt so familiar, like I was always meant to be here. 

“What’s going to happen now?” I asked, looking up at him. “Am I going to be seen as the “new lady” in your life?”

He responded by gifting me with the most gentle, loving kiss. “Hell yeah, baby. Now I’ve got you, I’m not letting you go, and I want the whole world to know.”

He kissed me again, and we went upstairs to spend the night as we’d originally intended. But now our true feelings for each other were out in the open, it was like the first time all over again. Plus I didn’t feel like a nobody any more. I was Henry’s, and he was mine. And I couldn’t wait for the whole world to find out.

[white-tulips]

I spent most of this morning continuing playing through the hikikomori route, more of my thoughts below!! (major spoilers ahead!!!!!)

if you haven’t but want to read my first post on my hikikomori playthrough, you can see it [here]!! it’s been a month since I last played any, aha...

I played for quite a few hours earlier but I don’t think I really progressed all that much aha. most of my time went towards grinding and wandering around and seeing little things. oh, and also playing through Orange Oasis. I never actually did that in my first run of the game. it was okay.

I really love how many little details and things to go back to that there are, but I’m still a little bitter at just. how long everything is. I talked about this a lot in my previous post, but it irritates me that the first 15-20 hours (give or take depending on how fast you’re able to blast through this game) is just. exactly the same as what you experience in the main route. especially since now my hikikomori save file is even longer than my main story file, and I think I still have a decent ways to go until I finish. I don’t actually know! I haven’t been spoiled for this route, thankfully, so I don’t really know how much is left. I have a vague idea of a couple areas I need to go to, but that’s about it.

ok, on to my thoughts!! this post is probably just going to be me rambling about tiny details I found interesting since I didn’t progress through much plot stuff, I think.

when I opened up my save file, I. completely forgot what I had been doing a month ago and what I wanted to do next, so I decided to go back to the Last Resort. I don’t know what compelled me to go, but there was a lot of fun stuff there so I’m glad that I did!

I had never tried to use Aubrey to go into the girls’ bathroom before? it was very cute, I liked it. I don’t know why, but as soon as I walked in it really reminded me of Basil. I think it’s all the flowers, photos hanging from the wall, and general soft cutesy vibe. I’m not really sure what to make of that, but it was just my general impression. hmmmm.

I have no words for this other than it just made me amused. go get your vacation, king.

also:

I didn’t know Hero had a confirmed age!! all this time I had been assuming he and Mari were 16 years old, so it’s nice to have something set in stone!

I have no words for these, either. seeing all of the Hero pictures just made me laugh out loud a little I loved it.

when I was standing in Jawsum’s office, I noticed that the elevator behind his desk was shaking. I went to examine it, and was surprised when this was where I ended up.

the black space elevator.

something I completely forgot to mention in my last hikikomori post was black space!! it had completely took me by surprise so I can’t believe I forgot to talk about it.

last time I played and went back to Last Resort, there was a completely black car on the highway and it had really freaked me out. as soon as I clicked on it, instead of giving me some kind of prompt Omori just got in and it drove off. I was so shocked because I wasn’t expecting it fhgjdfhgj. it ended up taking Omori back to one of the black space rooms, and I had no clue what to make of it. I wandered around for a little while, and ended up finding this... friend?

I’m... not sure! who are you......

anyways, so I got in the elevator and we’re back here, now with more spiders.

the spider wasn’t interactable. not sure whether to be upset or relieved.

aaaand then there was this guy in the treehouse. I want to know what these black space NPCs are!!! as soon as I tried to interact with it, the screen glitched out (intentionally) and then it was gone. one day I’ll know what it means.

oh, another thing I spent quite a bit of time doing at the Last Resort-

getting statues made of everyone!! RIP to all of my clams, but these are so cute.

cuuute.

I really liked the comment on Mari’s! it made me happy that it highlighted her playful side.

after I was done reexploring Last Resort, I wanted to go back to Sweetheart’s castle. I was walking through Pyrefly Forest, and I noticed one of the picnic blankets had a cooler open (signaling that you can see a new picnic cutscene) so I went to go sit down and have a picnic.

so, when I was going around earlier and doing some stuff, there were a few picnics that I think I had skipped for some reason so I was doing them and mindlessly skipping through the text for no reason other than it would bother be if I just left them. nothing about the conversations was different even though Basil is here now, so I didn’t think anything would be different for the one in Pyrefly Forest, but I was wrong!! I almost completely skipped through everything aha.

it started off the same, with Hero being scared of the spiders, and then Kel prompted Basil to say something positive to try and make him less scared.

it’s pretty insignificant, but I thought it was interesting that he said pretty much the exact same thing he says in the spider room in black space.

when I got to the castle, I went straight to the library. something about the pattern of going to black space, plus being able to go into the barn in Otherworld, just made me feel like there would be something there. and oh boy was I right. the entire place was crawling with Something.

very good.....

I wasn’t able to get screenshots of them, but there were a couple text popups that really stood out to me. my memory is so bad I can’t remember all of them even though it was only this morning,,, but I’m pretty sure one of them had a popup that was just “Liar.” and I was like HM....

it just really had me thinking....

in my previous post, I mentioned that I had a gut feeling that the Something in the barn was supposed to represent Basil, not Mari. this kind of added fuel to that thought!

the barn in Otherworld was only used in the main route in reference to Basil, with it literally showing Omori a vision of him, and also having Stranger walking into it. now, the library also has a lot of connection to Basil! after picking up one of the keys, it shows us another vision of him, and it’s also littered with egret orchids. I don’t think choosing to have all of these Somethings in both of these places is just a coincidence.

now, about the “Liar.” line. in any fight with Something, if there’s a text popup meant to be Something speaking, it’s always done like this-

with the “???:” to indicate character speech. but the “Liar.” popup was just a standalone line. and it instantly reminded me of this room in black space-

and this just kept making my brain whirl.

in this room, there were all of these popups with “Liar.” and then of course there was-

see here how there also weren’t indications of who was saying ‘liar”, but there was for Something? my idea for this room was always that it was Omori repeating it to himself. because we all know by now that Something is Mari, and her saying “I love you”, especially in this form, is nothing but pure torment. and I think here, we have Omori unwilling to believe it. there’s no way Mari could love him/Sunny. she has to be lying.

soooo then, this brings me back to the library. having the “Liar.” popup there, keeping in consideration that the Somethings there might represent Basil, what could that mean?? it could be in reference to Basil’s words “Everything is going to be okay” because clearly everything is not okay. if all of these Somethings are meant to be Basil, it could fit!!!

... so there’s my long winded theory. idk! I think it makes sense, but I could be wrong!! that’s just my first impressions right now, maybe my thoughts will change when I play more!

moving onto the piano room-

this was when I thought “ohhhh so that’s why the wall always felt hallow. it all makes sense now”

and then I spent the next 30 or so minutes fighting all of the Somethings

I LOVED this. this was the first time a fight was put on a time limit, and since Something was so much more powerful, it felt actually stressful. I was stressed! but I managed to make it with 2-3 turns left, and I didn’t die. I did die about 1 or 2 times to arachnophobia and thalassophobia though F. but it’s okay because I got an achievement and also Omori’s suffocate skill is really good.

anyways I did some more mindless walking around (I had to kill time waiting for all my statues to be built, you know!)

this made me really happy. Big Molio I love you you’re the mvp and you deserve the world.

... looking through my screenshots I wish I could forget this one-

,, do I need to even explain it.

I remember a while ago, I saw someone on twitter post this and iirc the caption was something like “isn’t it a bit morbid to have the jumprope there” and, at the time, I had never gone through Orange Oasis, so seeing that tweet I had the wind knocked out of me. I was just sitting there like “fuuuuuuuuck”. and then I went through Orange Oasis today, saw it again, went “fuuuuuuuuck” and then forgot I screenshot it. it’s just a lot.

okay who knows how I filled the rest of the 6 hours I played because I didn’t take many screenshots of the downtime and running around completing sidequests I never did. the last point of interest today was I had went back to Humphrey.

I didn’t do too much, but I did fight Mutantheart.

I adore her!!!! so cute!!! Mutantheart my beloved.

I lost to her once, because I was a bit confused, but once I caught on to the gimmick of her fight, it was actually pretty easy. rest in peace, queen, I love you...

and then, uh. Her-

I tried 3 times. I didn’t win... all of the characters are maxed leveled at 50, but this is so difficult... well, the first half of the fight I found to be pretty easy, actually. but once she switches into full power mode it’s over. I don’t know how I’m supposed to win. farewell my dream of completing the foe facts book, it was a nice goal while it was realistic. 

and then I stopped for the day! I think I needed that month of not playing, because coming back into the game after a lot of my rage and burnout settled was probably best, and I had a lot of fun playing! hopefully it doesn’t take me another month to continue.

if you made it all the way through this post, thank you for reading! I hope you like my thoughts~

I’ll leave on this note-

king shit

[yyh4ever]

Hiei’s Jaganshi Form

This post is in response to some anon questions, specially:

“Has Togashi said anything about Hiei's jaganshi form like why it didn't appear for the rest of the series? It only appears in the spirit detective saga and in the yyh film.”

So, I’ll start sharing the official data from the “YYH Official Characters Book - Special Note - Looking through everything with the forehead’s evil eye!” (p.17, 2005)

“Hiei is a youkai commonly referred to as the ‘jagan-shi’ (The Evil Eye Master).  He has a third eye on his forehead which allows him to master a variety of abilities such as clairvoyance, spell binding and brainwashing.”

Photo caption: ↑ “he’s able to block the enemy's movement with the demon power emitted from the evil eye.”

“Although he doesn't show it too often, it's also possible to fully unleash the demon power to "transform", boosting his fighting abilities many times over. Perhaps, because it’s an acquired power and after he started controlling the flames, which is his inherent ability, he doesn't actively take on this form anymore.”

Photo caption: → “The evil eye was obtained for the sake of  ‘looking for something’, at the cost of losing the demon power he had trained up to that point.”

So, that’s the official information! I’ve been reading on some foreign sites that Togashi had stopped drawing this form because he didn’t like it at all. I’ve never seen him saying that (although it makes sense lol) and I’m still searching in old JUMPs and asking older fans to see if I can find any remarks and official sources from the author himself. At the moment, it’s just a theory from the fans. I believe if he had really said that, this info would be in the databook.

The official databook’s explanation makes sense and I think it reflects Togashi’s opinion. Hiei had lost all his youki after the jagan surgery, going from an A-class youkai to nothing. It was expected of him to use the jagan’s power, an acquired power in his favor to boost his strength, as he was too weak at that moment to summon the flames, his original power from birth. We also saw Kurama easily destroying his jaganshi shape after damaging his forehead’s eye with blood. It didn't seem a very efficient form in the end.

Another point to consider is that Togashi said in some interviews that he wasn’t sure about Hiei becoming a major character at first. So, after he really became a protagonist, Togashi designed an even cooler power for him, the flames and the Dragon of the Darkness Flame. In my opinion, it was pointless to draw him in the jaganshi form and releasing the dragon at the same time. Eventually, the green-eyed shape was abandoned.

Edit: I completely forgot about the interview to JUMP GIGA (2016), which Kishimoto-sensei (Naruto) says Sasuke was inspired by Hiei. Togashi actually said if he had known Hiei was going to be an ally at first, he wouldn’t have drawn the eyeballs. It was thanks to his first editor, the late Mr. Takahashi, that Hiei became a main character.

Source: Togashi x Kishimoto Discuss Inspiration

As for the movie (Poltergeist Report), it’s not cannon, it wasn’t written by Togashi and I bet every fan had fun in the movies watching Hiei in his jaganshi form again and releasing “don’t know how many” dragons in a row, something that never happened in the manga. They had to sell tickets! 

BTW, I love Kuwabara as well 🧡

[rzngokukyo]

Summer Days

Modern Au Nezuko,both Nezuko and y/n are 16 here.

Requested by Fandom-Child-07 on wattpad.

It was a hot , Saturday afternoon. You were currently running around your house cleaning as fast as possible for your parents. From down the hall you could hear your phone pinging like crazy, it could only be one of two things. Your best friend Nezuko was spamming you , or the group chat was trying to make plans, you assumed the latter and didn't go to check.

Putting your mind back to cleaning, you grabbed the vacuum and began the last step to your chores.

Once you finished you ran back to your room and flopped on the bed. Grabbing your phone, you scrolled through your notifications.

5 new texts from Nezu❤️

6 new texts from Girl Gang

You huffed and opened the group chat first. Mitsuri really wanted everyone to get together for a bonfire later on, around 8pm. Nezuko texted you asking if you wanted to go with her, for ice cream then go to Mitsuri's.

'How can I say no to Nezu?' You thought.

You replied back you could go whenever, waiting for your best friend's response. Hopping up from your bed, you went to pick out an outfit.

'hmmm black or blue?' You held up two crop-tops of the same design, just different colors, having a hard time choosing between your favorite colors.

Your phone pinged again with a text from Nezuko.

'Yay!! I'll be there to pick you up in 10 minutes, be ready ;)'

'Ten minutes? Okay knowing her it'll be 20' you thought. So you took your time getting ready. Deciding to go with the black, you put on a nice pair of jean shorts paired with a slim black belt.

Grabbing a bag, you started throwing in a swimsuit, a hoodie and a towel in case you all went swimming or it got cold. It was supposed to get cooler tonight but even then, being around a fire you might not need it.

After pacing around your living room for what felt like an eternity, you heard the doorbell ring. You excitedly grabbed your slides and ran to greet Nezu. After opening the door, you practically pounced on her, being happy to see her.

She laughed and hugged you back."We see each other almost everyday, did ya really miss me that much?"

You grinned from ear to ear and nodded."I'm also super happy I'm actually doing something this weekend for once."

Nezuko led you to her car, you both hopping in while she turned the radio on.

"What kind are you gonna get?"

"Jeez impatient much?" She raised en eyebrow and giggled."We only just left, I don't know all the flavors."

You shrugged,"Well I'm gonna almond joy." Licking your lips, you could already taste the delicious frozen treat.

"They have that?!" Almond joy was Nezuko's favorite candy bar so to hear it's an ice cream now got her pumped. " Well I know what I'm getting now." She was a food lover and trying new things was her favorite. "You think it'll taste the same."

"Probably not but it'll be close enough, I mean its made with vanilla ice cream and not chocolate."

Your best friend pouted."Oh well."

Finally you both arrived at the ice cream parlor, you walked through the front doors, getting hit with the smell of frsh cherries and whipped cream. Almost all the counter seats were taken but it wasn't as crowded as you expected. Grabbing a booth you sat across from Nezu.

"Do you want a menu just to look?" You titlted your head as a waitress came over to your table.

"No I'll just get whatever you do." Nezuko flashed a smile your way and pulled out her phone.

"Okay then, we'll have two almond joy sundaes with cherries, whip cream and syrup on one of them."

You placed and elbow on the table and rested your head on your hand. Your best friend doesn't like chocolate syrup, which you say is a crime, so that one is for her.

"Y/N!"

"Huh?" You glanced away from your phone in her direction.

"Say cheese."

"Wha-"

Click

Nezuko's phone clicked with what could only be the sound of a snapchat photo being taken. She giggled and began furiously typing.

"Please don't post that oh my god." You knew she probably would anyway and that she most likely took the photo in the middle of you talking.

"Nope sorry, got to let everyone know where eating together."

She turned her phone in your direction , showing you the caption she used.'On a date kinda nervous, wish me luck.'

Your face flushed bright red as she started laughing loudly. "Nezu!!" You began to pout, still blushing.

"I do this every time we go out and you still get embarrassed?"

The waitress returned and plopped down both sundaes in front of you both. Before you could thank her she was already walking away to another table. The parlor began to get busy and neither of you noticed.

You went straight for your cherry first, swirling it in whipe cream then tossing it into your mouth. By now you noticed Nezuko was pouting.

"What's wrong?" You mumbled, cherry still in your mouth.

"They forgot my cherries..my precious cherries."

You stuck your tongue out, the bright red fruit on it, un-chewed. "Want mine?" You joked.

You expected her to laugh and call the waitress over, what you didn't expect was for Nezuko to lean over the table and place her lips on yours, scooping the cherry out with her tongue.

Before you could even react she pulled away, laughing hysterically. "Oh my god you should see your face!"

"W-what was that for?" you stammered, blushing again all flustered.

"What," she leaned her head into her hand, one arm on the table the other starting to scoop her ice cream. "Is it not normal to do cheeky things with the person you like?"

If someone had to choose the difference between your face and a tomato, they'd lose.

"L-like? You mean as in, LIKE LIKE?"

She nodded mouth full of ice cream. "I was gonna ask you out at Mitsuri's but then had the idea of an ice cream date."

How could she be so relaxed when she just confessed she liked you? You could not understand Nezu for the life of you.

"I uh.."

"I know how you feel about me."

"Excuse me?"

"Shinobu spilled it."

"I'm gonna kill her,but you aren't wrong."

It got silent as you both ate your desserts, neither one knowing what to say next.

"I guess this means we're a thing now?" Nezuko shrugged.

"Only if you want."

She reached out and held your hand."Of course I do stupid."

After paying and leaving, Nezu flaunted you to everyone who showed up to Mitsuri's, proud to have you as a girlfriend.

[winter-chill]

RWBY 7 - 3 “Ace Operatives” Thoughts

So thoughts...

BOO!!! they didn't work on stuff themselves.. although if it was Pietro and not just random scientists, I'll let it go :) And i'l give him props for using the Amity fights footage (i'll talk more on weapons later)

Oh, dust mines, launch site... ghiest, oh that's gonna bring back some memories

God Nora being so giddy about her stuff puts a smile on my face

and the Blake/Yang nod, the first of so many bumbleby touches this ep

They're really trying to hit hard again with Jaune and that sash, though it was a good set up for his hair cut (since I wouldn't really think of cutting it now when he's in a cold climate ideal)

Another very slight, but nice detail about having Yang be actually armless, not just fixing it while it's on her. We need more points like this, or maybe i just like the idea of it, but having those details shown off and not forgotten is nice. Also that's a beefy arm, though I swear it looks larger in the intro?

Again, having Blake have an onscreen notice of her hair leads well into why it's cut (though not showing it on screen? nor how/why her weapon's fix being gold... missed opportunity , truly)

WAIT??? Ruby got a NEW cloak? BOO, I would have thought her current one was still the original, has she been swapping it with each outfit? but, all the cuts and tears, the detail and history from her past fights, lost :(

I'll talk about the Oscar scene when it shows up, not here

Again, lovely intro to their new looks, but... could have been more. Showing them actually zip things up, buckle them in, cutting their hair themselves. Just lots of little details that would have added so much

I'll say it again, I think Yang's new glasses look weird.. too anime for the actual show style, but, I guess they 'work' ?

Also they all look to Ruby, this is her mission, her shot to call, she's back with her team (just rwby) for the first time so it's good to see them keeping the team dynamic, she was leader for a reason.

OH THIS SONG IS A BANGER!!!! also, totally a Weiss song (it said mirror)

Bunny hopping Ruby :D adorable

SUMMON SWORD SURFING!!! Finally

Blake really making the use of that ribbon, a little detail they again seem to forget about during most of 4-6 until it's necessary (running from adam in V6)

And... yep, no nonsense Yang sticking with the classics, recoil  (( I take it back, Yang's arm is the same as the intro, though I still think it somehow got bigger than when she put it on ))

And end it all on an amazing pose shot

Okay Ace ops time. Harriet, let me see what that little backpack thing do. But for serious, rolling only stops you from getting hurt on small drops, not several hundred foot... Marrow though taking a similar root to Ruby, seeming to ride it down, but he's doing some troll physics there, "stand on chair, jump off building, jump off chair at last moment, you only actually fell 2 foot"

Also, boomerang, gun? Honestly I kind of dislike the generic gun looking form, would have been cooler if it didn't change, but just had a little barrel pop out an end when he needed to shoot.

And now JN- OMG ELM YES, Loving the attitude. Oh Vine what's that on your back? you wielding an expanding throwing star (three pronged)

erm, right... JN_R

so, we got, some sick new looks, Ren's ponytail especially. Jaune's hair (i was one to hate it at first) in motion looks great, the concept art didn't do it justice. Also holding his sword on his arm..... kind of reminds me of @kumafromtaiwan's design for Jaune

"okay Jaune, you got this, it's not gonna be like Beacon all over again"

Oh, is he gonna use his shield like a plow, smashing through rocks, or maybe as a wing and glide do............................

DID JAUNE JUST FORTNITE PARACHUTE SHIELD HIS ASS TO THE GROUND?

Moving on though, yep, Hard light dust was a genius move he would have stuck in his head from Argus, and opens up the question of adding (what i'm dubbing) Shield Shield, with his V4 Nuckelavee Sword Sword, to make hard light blades.... SWORD SWORD SWORD???

a quick little peak at his shield, the emblem lighting up as he shoots a blast to bounce him from hitting the floor, that better be used later too.

And another amazing pose shot!

Oh Elm, you really need to work on your social skills. Actually maybe all the Ace ops do?

POUTY NORA!!!

and, good luck bad luck duo for the final team, this'll be fun.

NEW SCROLLS! Love them, slim and cool, and with new team icons (c'mon girls, smile for your picture)

and that detail on how Ruby zoomed, Weiss had to summon, and Yang had some energy stored up, so their aura is down a bit, but Blake is 100%

THE EARS, THEY SENSE BEES

Oh Yang, adorable goof

Oh Blake, also an dorable goof!!!

And Marrow is indeed the baby of the squad, you said it well Harriet, if a tad harsh?

Weiss no, this is a bad place for your name, but you're here to make it a better one, to fix that remember!!

Has.. has no one taught Ruby to project her aura to keep her warm, or at the others just dealing with it better? Either way, same Ruby, i hate the cold

Okay, yes, Oscar chat time

I don't know what to say, I agreed with it the whole time. Atlas is in a mess, there are good and bad times to tell people, and it's nice that Ruby has her intentions, but this may have been the same path Ozma first took, hiding things "for now" but never finding a chance to tell the truth later... they just need to keep it in mind.

And Oscar, please look after the Relic, I can already see red flags over your head the moment you took it, be that from Ironwood doing shady shit, Watts/Tyrian stealing it, or Ozpin popping back up to use it's last question.

OH, Clover, hitting a man hard with that, bringing up STRQ :/ all those fanfics of Qrow ('s semblance) being behind Summer's death, they all feel more realistic

I almost forgot, Qrow's looking snazzy too, those cross buttons, the eye/feather emblem embroidery in the sleeves. No... no necklace though?

Oh god Qrow's getting shipped with everyone this volume it seems. Good catch Clover.... I MEAN LITERAL CATCH

Halfick? Halphr... what did he say? Don't bullshit me captions, that wasn't alpha

REN!!! PAY YOUR GIRLFRIEND SOME ATTENTION!!!!!!!!!!!! Jaune you dork, nice try?

Another great Bee moment, Yang too can sense a disturbance in the force.

Weiss this is great, but can you keep your emotional daddy issues and the racial discrimination of a whole people a little more separate. But it's nice to again see you trying to make some amends and distance yourself from being.. well, 'Jacques' and his actions

OOF, Marrow coming in, hitting hard, and then acting like he's.... a millennial "I'm just a teen who does research, what do I know, boomer"

this scene though. Issues and history of faunus oppression, followed by a Schnee apolagy, and a faunus using her traits to help fix the past for a new future... that's some symbolism

Oh, a jump scare, good thing about Blake's semblance there too

HARRIET YES!!!! BIG FISTS, JUST WHAT I WANTED!!! PUNCH THAT ROCK

And RW_Y right behind already running before the rumbles settled to help their girl

I LOVE THE GRIMM IN ATLAS. don't get me wrong, Deathstalkers are still top tier, but these things are awesome too

and now we get to upgrades!

Nice, so Yang has some trigger-able explosives, so she doesn't have to rely on her semblance to protect her when she's using his shotgun blasts

A subtle little thing there, Weiss being able to shoot an icle, not doing so from a glyph, but from the gun part of

Myrtenaster directly

Okay yes, this bugged me for so long. A scythe is a big weapon, the weight is in the blade as much as it is the handle, so having to turn it around all the time would be unwieldy and difficult in combat, so just a tiny upgrade like this is both smart, and amazing for Ruby to have realised she needed

Although I still don't get how shotting a bullet down the barrel, can give her swings an initial boost of speed........

Marrow really out here flying though the sky like he's on a zipline? though the buzz saw boomerang is, again, brilliant

Oh................ So the boy who cried wolf, can pause time? I erm- actually hold on, I need to figure out how that's logical......

I'm just gonna guess it's more "Harriet is moving so fast, he did this for dramatic affect XD

JN_R once again, taking a moment, a little nervous but willing and--- now they're very much not nervous, doing their thing, never first to run in, but never first to run away either.

Also, Vine has a stetchy arm semblance, and Elm has rooting feet semblance. Ye they make a good team (i ship them)

THERE'S THAT PURPLE SHIELD BLAST

And finally StormFlower is getting some love. I don't think they look different, but having those blades be used in more various ways... grapples were a great idea

and again, Nora using that spiked back of Magnahild for more than a place to stand when she launches herself, loving it!!!

Oh Jaune, being nervous dorky, Nora a little ashamed? or ready to be.. and Ren, quiet as ever (i think he's kind of looking up to Vine honestly) don't worry though, you kids did good

OH Harriet... you don't wanna be left out of the action do you :) RUBY YOU DORK! And that little back+forth was actually hilarious

Hmm, I was always wondering how a fishing rod could be a weapon.. i guess pulling a grimm in works, but what was your plan then, to punch the Ghiest?

OH MY GOD THAT ANIMATION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

again, what are you doing Clover? At least Qrow knows his semblance, acting all "i'm gonna look around, things could easily go wrong here"

Good luck bad luck eh? OH MY GOD Qrow don't make that face, the people are gonna ship you two even harder now!!!

And the hammer duo charging in first... ye Elm/Vine is just Atlas' Renora, and I love that dynamic

oh, weird dust draft from Ren stopping, sweat boiling on the rocks... this room is gonna be interesting, mess things up a bit? fluxuating gravity, hot and cold spots maybe??? Ah yes, dust energy... makes sense

And Marrow in the background while we hear him on the coms, just a great little look at how Vine seems to be "distant" from the moment, doing the whole, Ren style of vague-speak

Ye it is kinda empt-- oh. Also good work having not just the face move, but the whole midsection being rotated... kind of as if, the face is stuck to that one position... COINCIDENCE?

Erm, does this one seem bigger than the V4 Ghiest?

And now we see Ruby trying to act as leader, pause to think, to come up with a plan, where as the Ace (while more experienced) seem to have both a plan on how to take it out, and might also be a little to reliant on Clover, knowing his semblance will fix any little issues

Oh that trumpet, a very self-knowing victorious tune.

And again, Vine and Elm doing a whole of semblance work, shame we don't see them use their weapons a bit more here, same with Marrow though not using his semblance (whatever it is) at all.

HEY WAIT. those black parts weren't there earlier, nor did they appear on the V4 Grimm until it needed them to pull toge- oh... they stretched the limbs to force both a space to cut them, and for the grimm parts to sort of 'be revealed'

And another eye colour semblance indication. Loving the runners pose Harriet does too. She's not time-pausing fast... (I take back what I said about Marrow's semblance earlier?) but things do act slower, even while she's running quicker than we'd see as normal in that moment. It's not time-pausing, but it's very very fast. And the motion blur trail!!, just a tiny effect, but it adds so much detail

Marrow really is the child of the squad, he's the one to make a mistake, but again- kind of had to rely on Clover there.. Interesting to see how things pan out when he's inevitably killed, or trapped, or just isn't there

Little details here and there. Vine using his semblance not just to grab, but to push the grimm back. Harriet taunting it to get it's attention and then getting out before it can hit her (but late enough that it keeps it's attention on her and really slams it's fist down). Elm again sticking to her name, rooting that fist down, being basically an anchor in all her actions. And Marrow... throwing his boomerang

UGH.. that little medallion touch pisses me off somehow, it's so pretentious? but anyway, he had a good idea, pulling it out by it's mask, kinda really relying on his semblance to get between it and the ice chunk without bouncing off anything. Again, very semblance reliant group

Erm... she punched the grimm.. but i wouldn't say it's dead.. are we gonna ignore that??? IT'S GONNA RETURN LATER I CAN PROMISE YOU THAT

Vine again grabbing dust, would have loved to have seen Elm basically kick one to stick it to her feet instead of just catching (or pinning herself to a wall to catch it, as if it was too high to jump and catch)

And Harriet going in for the catch, only for....oh.. that's the first thing RWBY or JNR did this fight? (also no weird dust affects, i feel upset)

But ohhh, her semblance isn't speed. I had this same issue in last volume, that her semblance early on was supposed to be speed, and yet she uses it to fly, to separate into several for moments, and she can 'merge' with others to carry then, when like for Nora in V4 her reaction speed should have been way too slow to really be ready for when she was basically thrown at the previous ghiest

AY yep, I'm shocked if Ruby has control over her eyes, she never tried to flash them off during this whole scene... but again, after Maria's story, hiding them from people we don't fully trust is better

And another little bee moment, Yang flirting with them puns

Omg! Elm carrying Ruby, Yang and Nora dancing, love this group dynamic

Hey, it's that guy from last episode, why are we... Robyn?

huh, kinda spooky... flickering lights... Robyn, watts, or...

TYRIAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! why are you not wearing your coat, it's cold remember! but that entrance, reminds me again of that "Cheshire cat inspiration" people first thought of back in his V4 reveal

HIS EYES!!! So whatever he does that triggers them is still apparent, and his stinger either still uses his own venom, or it's semblance related

And that line. He's here to mix things up... either he's finally gonna kill someone and let the police find out (unlike last ep when his victim was in a building, it'll take time till that's discovered... oh wait, blood) or he's here for info maybe?

[whats-the-story-tc]

7th of February, 2020

"The One Where We Find Each Other (and Don't Stop Looking)"

[LONG AS FUCK SORRY I HAD A BIT OF A DAY]

As I came to school in the morning, I met one of the boys who's in the play I'm doing, and asked me about rehearsal. Now, I didn't know there was rehearsal today in the first place, so I immediately rushed up to the teachers' lounge to find A and ask her. And in the process of looking for one of the women I can never find when I'm looking for her, I crossed paths with the other one.

V came out grinning and sat down at one of the computers. But as I was about to turn around and walk away, she asked me "What's wrong, Specs?", and I told her I was looking for A. "I don't think you should look for A much this early. Is it really-really urgent?" I replied that I just wanted to clear up a bit of a misunderstanding, so it wasn't really that urgent. "I'll tell her [you were looking for her] when I see her." With the biggest grin on my face, I thanked her and ran off. A arrived about 5 minutes later. I guess I owe her one for this.

I went into V's class a bit later in quite the bad mood. The second rehearsal beforehand didn't go quite as well. I'm never nervous when it's a bunch of strangers watching me, but in front of my classmates, with that cousin of mine who loves to criticise me at any given occasion, my head was full, and I couldn't seem to concentrate. Luckily, V gave me something to think about — metonymy and synecdoche. See, the thing I love about Grammar is that even though I speak my native tongue fluently, and use it every day, there are so many things I don't know yet. Even now, 8-9-ish hours later, I feel excited. This, now this is my kind of stuff, the things we use every day without a second thought, the things that are bare essentials to everyday speech and we don't even know we're using them, and how diversely it can be used. Good Lord am I glad to be taught by someone like V. I would never have got so invested without her. (So invested that I even stopped writing this post just to add a few things to my class notes. Jesus, Specs, nerd much?)

But, as we know here on @/whats-the-story-tc, a class with V isn't really a class without memorable quotes. When she started explaining what a synecdoche is to us, she told us that it's possible to describe a person by referring to them only by one of their body parts. Silence fell for a few seconds, a very knowing silence. Everyone in the room was thinking the same thing, but nobody dared to say it. Then V asked us to find a non-vulgar example. She's a cold-hard professional, so she didn't say what we were all thinking, like our Chem teacher did yesterday in a similar situation, but this kinda confirmed it that Pocketwatch Friend and I weren't the only ones with "dick" on our minds. That sounded so wrong I'm so sorry-----------

We also covered symbols today, and, as she explained unique symbols invented by certain poets, that may mean dozens of different things, she brought up her favourite ironic "What do the blue curtains symbolise?" question. "For one, it's about longing for their lover, for the other, about their life's worries, and for the third, about having run out of milk."

After class, I trodded up to her just before she left to ask her to clarify something about synecdoches. "So we can describe a whole with a part—" "—and vice versa." she finished my sentence just as I was saying it, although I worded it differently. As they say, great minds think alike. Or I'm just very predictable. Depends.

Lunch break before sixth period, I'm talking with my friends. I don't exactly remember what the context was, but we were joking around and V came up. Debate Friend said "V has no emotions." I could hear the Kill Bill alarms sounding in my head, even though I am and was fully aware she was joking. I took a deep breath and lead her out into the corridor to talk it through. We all know, even on here, that V is someone rather deeply emotional, just doesn't like to show it. I've known since last June. Debate Friend told me V and I are alike in this regard. Well, what can I say? Us lovers of literature really do have the softest hearts. But I told her that we do show it, all the time, every little thing, even if we wouldn't like to, you just have to know a person enough to know where to look. Like they know me and I like to think I know V.

To further prove my statement, I told Debate Friend about one of the posts from V's late SNS account. I don't want to talk about it much, as I don't feel like it would be right, but let me just say... while I was laughing or at least smiling at most of her feed, this one almost made me cry. Caption and picture alike. I finished the story just in time, cuz the next minute, Debate Friend warned me that V was coming, probably so I wouldn't say anything I shouldn't in front of her. I looked back in surprise, only to notice that she really was coming our way, and when I looked at Debate Friend again, we both broke out in hysterical laughter, as V passed us by. I wonder what she was thinking.

As I was photographing the progress I made with my painting later, V came in and set her stuff down on the desk before our second class of the day with her, immediately leaving after. A couple minutes later, when I went outside, I happened upon her, as she was all curled up on the stairway right beside our classroom with her phone, like some students are. Bless. She was beyond adorable.

All I'm gonna say is, the introduction to the literature of Russian romanticism and Pushkin wasn't what kept me occupied while V was speaking. The afternoon sun was coming in through the windows, and I let myself get a little lost in those ever familiar eyes again. With her usual eyeshadow, it was quite the sight, especially when the light hit her face directly. Good Lord.

It being seventh period, the Boys in the Back were even noisier than usual. When V had had enough, she just went ahead and slammed her hand against the blackboard to quiet them, something she hasn't done in a while. I admit, I jumped a little. She's really bloody strong, you guys.

One of the girls in my class learns Russian outside school, and, because she was really enthusiastic and really wanted to write some things on the board, V went ahead and let her. I understood some of it, cause I can read cyrillic (I was very bored this one afternoon), but not cursive, so... yeah. Then Blonde Boy in the Back started complaining about why anyone would learn Russian, and V stepped the fuck up and said "Well, I still think it's cooler to learn Russian than to bitch about others in English class." LADIES AND GENTLEMAN AND NON-BINARY PEOPLE, THIS WOMAN IS A FUCKING LEGEND.

And here is where the crazy part comes.

The people start coming and they don't stop comin' to V to recite the poem, us others are waiting for the bell to ring. The first girl does quite well, but at the end, V grins and teasingly tells her "Managed to get the ending wrong?" That's when she first looked me in the eyes.

"Come, [Name], enchant me" she tells the next victim coming her way. Later, our eyes meet again.

And again.

And again, now with a pen still hanging from her mouth. No joke. I kept tabs.

The bell rings, and the people start leaving. I'm staying behind, to wait for Art Friend (who is the same girl as the one I named Flower Friend in earlier posts, I just forgot the pseudonym I gave her) and Debate Friend. As I do, I walk around, sit down, stand up, do random shit, and sometimes check my phone.

So I'm less bored, I go up to V while she's listening to someone and ask her "Should I clean the board?" (I know she's a multitasker so I wouldn't throw her off.) She turns to me with big, shiny eyes, and a gentle, nearly childlike expression as if I just offered her something groundbreaking and tells me "Thanks." It's not like my classmates didn't proceed to draw shit on it once I wiped it clean, but an effort has been made. For those eyes, it was well worth it. And, as I was wiping, I caught her absent-mindedly fiddling with the paintbrushes my Art teacher forgot on the desk. You guys... how was I ever afraid of this woman?

Cynical Twat came next, and he was trying to win himself time so he didn't have to go to IT class (half the class has it on Friday, my half on Wednesday), so he was pretending to think and walk around and generally be super slow. I don't think I've ever seen V laugh so much. Me and Debate Friend were giggling as well, but honestly, V looked just generally really relaxed and happy as she grinned, and couldn't stop smiling. This is probably the point where she was so tired everything suddenly felt even funnier than it is. Been there.

Another friend from the other class showed up then and took my place, and Art Friend told me "You can go back to her." I did a double take. We were in the doorway and the bloody door was open! "[Art Friend], we don't declare these things out loud!" I told her. She looked surprise. "I was talking about [Debate Friend]." Oh. Right. Yeah.

So I went back in. According to my phone notes, we met eyes again.

Then again, when I decided to sit on the ground. She looked down at me, I immediately looked away, a smile creeping up my lips before I could stop it. If she needed any assurance about my feelings, which I'm quite sure she suspects... this was it.

As she listened to Art Friend, she was sat in her chair hugging both her knees. When you'd think she couldn't find stupider positions to sit in...

The friend with the Russian affinity read us a bit of... something in Russian while a very nervous Debate Friend prepared. V and I were both thrown off, as neither of us speaks it, and the sheer 'how does she do that' of the situation made us both laugh in surprise. As we did, we found each other's eyes again, and again a few seconds later. "I don't even know where the words end," said V. Apparently, we shared another look, according to what I wrote.

Debate Friend really struggled with that poem, and nearly gave up after the second verse. V was really concentrating, forehead wrinkling. She wanted her to get it right. "Jesus, kitten, what's got into you? At least let's get one half of it done!" And eventually, though, as V said "it really hurt", Debate Friend did manage to wrestle her way through the poem. As she did, V kept herself busy organising the paintbrushes on the desk neatly with this absent-minded smile, while I crouched at the desk beside hers and spared her the occasional look sometimes. And as she was trying to decide on a grade to give Debate Friend, she bit her lip. I don't think I've ever seen her do that before. I didn't know what I was missing.

"Take care of yourselves!" she told us as she was leaving, and I immediately responded with a "You too, Miss!", cuz when could I shut up? She grinned as she was walking away.

I saw her once after that, outside, as I was walked out the gates listening to Florence + The Machine — one of the songs I dedicated to V, no less. There she was, same cuffed jeans, same low-cut boots, all wrapped up in a dark coat, walking away in another direction, hair flying. I stayed and watched until she disappeared out of sight from where I was standing, then I proceeded to walk home all giddy, nearly in tears.

I don't think I've ever been this in love before.

~ S ♡

[Every story I share here, no matter how specific I get with my wording, depicts actual events from my own life.]

[tessatechaitea]

Justice Society of America #3

In this issue: old guys versus monkey monsters! I don't know how this issue didn't win a Harvey.

This comic book might have won a Harvey. What am I? Wikipedia? An adult capable of doing research? No, I'm a lazy, cynical, piece of shit who purports to be a comic book critic but who really just uses the medium as a confessional. And most of my confessions are lies to make me sound cooler than I really am! Which is still pretty cool, actually. This issue begins with an old guy stowing away on an Ultragen train car while suffering from sever cramps or possibly even a heart attack.

Is this a super hero comic book or an Alfred Hitchcock movie?

Now that I'm an older man (not old! Just older!), I don't fetishize old men like I did when I was five. But I'm guessing, at 21, I still had a bit of that zest for old man content. What else could drive me to purchase ten issues of this comic book about old men whose glory days are long past but they keep trying to relive them as their wives sit at home rolling their eyes? The stranger stumbles into Doctor Mid-Nite's offices. I guess he's named that because his medical practice stays open all night? The man has something wrong with his stomach. Judging by the strange colored splotches all over his clothing, I'd say he ate too much chili. Or he's bleeding out from a gut shot. Both are probably pretty painful but I can only speak for one. You'd be surprised which one. No you wouldn't. I was just trying to sound cool again. The mystery man from the end of the last issue was Johnny Quick and, judging by how much I'm now yawning and how my head keeps nodding forward, I'd like to apologize for claiming that revealing his identity would have been more exciting and sold more of the third issue. Len was right to conceal his identity. While the Justice Society were keeping Ragnarok from happening, Johnny Quick got a gig endorsing nutritional supplements on late night television infomercials. He was laughed at by scientists when he tried to figure out why his nonsense formula made him so fast. They were all, "You know that's idiotic, right? We can do actual science tests to find out why you're fast. It's probably the Meta(l)gene, you know?" But Johnny didn't want to hear their scientific mumbo-jumbo (which might make him an ignorant jerk in our world but he lives in the comic book world where science can't explain everything and I sometimes why it even bothers to try to explain anything. I mean, X-ray vision? The power of flight? Helmets that grant magic powers by possessing the wearer with an ancient Great Old One of Order? Batman visiting heaven and Constantine visiting Hell? It's like an Anti-Vaxxer's dream reality come true). Instead, Johnny decided to visit a bunch of religious kooks who deal in utter nonsense every day. Unlike the scientists who needed proof and evidence of how his power worked, they were happy to say things like, "Oh, yeah! Your formula is a magic mantra that focuses your chi!" and "It's a message from God to grant you magic speed powers for being such a morally upstanding human being!" and "What exactly do you want to hear and how much will you pay me to hear it?" So after realizing that his super power came from believing in himself, Johnny Quick decided to tell everybody else to believe in themselves too! Did he invent The Secret? Because, as a narcissist, I understand why The Secret is so compelling! Doesn't everybody want to believe that they themselves are the reason all the best things happen to them and also want to believe that everybody who is poor or sick or devastated by random tragedy did it to themselves like big dumb suckers who just weren't strong enough to believe in themselves?! Obviously the only reason I didn't fall out of a tree and die when I was twelve years old was because I believed so strongly in myself and not because I was just another lucky asshole who somehow survived childhood. That's enough about Johnny Quick for the entire ten issues of this comic book that I own. I'm never fucking mentioning that jerk again. I don't care if he becomes super important to the plot! I'm erasing him from history right now! Although I'll probably still discuss Jesse Quick when she turns back up because she's hot. Oh what the hell. One last parting shot at Johnny!

Maybe if you spent less time trying to find the secret to your nonsense formula and more time trying to find Libby's clitoris, you'd still be together! By the look on Ted's face, I bet he could have helped!

Doctor Mid-Nite arrives to let everybody know that their favorite jazz musician died in his arms last night because he was too blind to save him. Probably. But what he discovered was that the man, Reggie, had signed up to become a test subject for Ultragen! He was locked away with a bunch of half-man, half-animal creatures as Ultragen searched for a drug that could make people youthful again. Apparently what the writer is saying is that corporations are the new Nazis. Maybe that's why I bought ten issues of this comic book! Because I was all, "Yeah! This analogy is so apt! Fucking corporations think they can get away with whatever they want! Where's my current girlfriend so I can mansplain this shit to her?!" I don't want to get too cynical here but what else am I supposed to do when a comic book asks me to just buy into this whole Doctor Mid-nite thing. So he goes blind when a grenade goes off in his face. But he discovers he can still see in the dark because, you know, fuck you and comic books and all that shit. We've already established that science doesn't live here. But I don't have a problem with that! Okay, great! So he can see in the dark but not in the light. His reaction to this is, "I should use this new power to fight crime! I just have to wait until a bank robbery happens in the middle of the night with a new moon perpetrated by a bunch of robbers who forgot their flashlights and whiz bang! I'll have the advantage!" I know, I know! He invents dark glasses so he can see while pretending to be blind. I guess that helps him catch muggers who prey on blind people. And then he created smoke bombs which are conceivably his best idea, creating pockets of dark where he would have the advantage against the criminals. But it's not like his eye-sight based super powers gave him the ability to fight well or gave him invulnerability in case of a lucky shot in the dark or allowed him to protect other people at the scene of the crime from stray bullets fired wildly out of the area of effect of his smoke bomb! Doctor Mid-Nite's whole deal is so implausible that it breaks even my capacity for disbelief while reading super hero comic books. It simply makes me think, "This guy sounds like a bad idea from a desperate writer looking for another big super hero hit." Which is what it was! Which is why it breaks the entire comic book! I'd be okay if it simply made me think, "This guy's an idiot with a dumb idea! It's going to get him killed! Ha ha! That'll probably be funny!" While Doctor Mid-Nite is conferring with the Justice Society about what to do with Ultragen, Ultragen is raiding the his free clinic. Luckily Johnny Thunder just happened to be stopping by, probably to get a check-up on his genie. He gets shot and his genie appears to help when a young girl comes up and is all, "Oh hey! I recognize that genie! It's a Badnesian Hex Bolt!" And the genie is all, "Yes, I am! Do you want me to inhabit you for awhile so I can get rid of this old guy (who isn't that old for some reason? Probably a reason that has to do with me living inside of him?)" I just feel like, with Jesse Quick appearing earlier, this series is headed toward creating a younger JSA so the older members can simply fall into the role of mentors. The Atom, Wildcat, and Doctor Mid-nite head off to investigate Ultragen's experimental laboratory and they make a discovery that causes me to literally kill myself because I was too stupid to call it.

This is Grunion Guy's assistant Pickle Boy. I think I'm supposed to make a naughty joke caption here? Like, um, "What is that guy's pee-pee doing inside that kangaroo?!"

Justice Society of America #3 Rating: Does anybody know how to get blood out of shag carpeting? Also, if a person's will is found written on used tissues (hopefully for his nose), is it legally binding because I don't want to inherit this blog and all of its debt.

[slothgiirl]

Y/N and Harry are best friends

“Hey you,” you call out, arms outstretched towards your best friend, Harry, “long time no see!” It was ironic, you'd graduated uni and moved to london just as Harry went on his world tour.

He smiles widely, enveloping you in his arms, smelling of musk and dark florals and something warm that you couldn't name but always associated it with Harry. “Miss me much babe,” his eyes sparkling as he teased you easily, all these months meant nothing now that you were together again.

“You have no clue,” You answered honestly, “I had no one to bother late at night or eat my terrible bread creations.”

“It's a recipe,” he says with a shake of his head, swinging you both slightly, “I don't know how you can mess it up!”

“Whatever mr I can't park,” you snap back.

“At least I can drive.”

You both burst out laughing and he lets you go briefly before taking your arm in his, and leading you into the restaurant, both of you pretending not to notice the far off paps in the corner of the street. It came with the territory and the mad obsession the media has with your friend.

It was monday afternoon and you'd been looking to this for days when he told you he was flying back from japan, which sounded like a dream. You'd never been further than Scotland.

“Cebu is always so freaking good,” you tell him, taking a sip from your vodka cranberry, “but tell me more about japan! It looks so cool! I'd love to visit the Aniu or sleep in one of those cube hotels.”

Harry laughs, drinking from his own beer, “It was cool. I mean I sent you all those pics didn't I! It was good to get some downtime after the past year.”

“At least you make friends easily,” you say, scrunching your nose, “my first term at uni was so lonely, I don't know what I'd have done if I'd never met Julia.”

“You just have to talk to people I mean you wouldn't love you! I spilled coffee on you and you didn't completely hate me. That's best friend material.”

“Think that says more about you than it says about me,” you laugh. “Still Japan is much cooler that spending the workweek in a lab.” It had been cool at first, but the novelty of being out of school and getting paid and not having exams had worn off by now.

“You get to do crazy wacky science,” he teases, “how long until you’re an x man!”

“I'd rather be spider-man,” you tell him without missing a beat, “when the rami movies came out I spent a good few months looking for spiders in the garden to bite me.” It had been so dumb in retrospect but you'd always hoped one day you'd wake up with superpowers.

Harry roars with laughter, “how'd you get into Oxford again?”

“Don't be an ass,” you reply, “we can't all being amazingly talented singers.”

“You forgot the wildly attractive part,” he says with a smirk, leaning close to you.

Unable to help yourself, you snort, “there goes your giant head again!”

“Hey,” he protests, looking the very picture of offended. If you didn't know him any better, you'd think you'd gone too far. But there's a hint of smile pulling at the corner of his lips and you just laugh.

“My most sincerest apologies,” you respond a girl to match his on your own face. Harry has a way of just making you so freaking happy no matter what else is going on. There's never been a time in your friendship when talking to him hadn't made you feel better.  “maybe bangs?”

He brings a hand up to his chest, mock offense written into his expressive features before his face lights up with glee. You know you're in for it now. “Oh where oh where has my baby gone,” he sings just loud enough to for you alone to hear.

“Stop,” you protest, flushing red and laughing, tears welling up in your eyes. You teared up easily when laughing. “Please the puppies are begging you to stop!”

Harry laughs, his gaze completely focused on you, “did you finish the art project you were working on then?”  

Despite him being the only person you trusted with your super secret art projects, you still felt yourself blush, hand coming up to brush stray hairs back behind your ear, “the initial photography, but I’m still working through the editing. The ones I've finished are coming out almost the way I pictured them.”

“Almost?”

“Well things are never exactly how you imagine them are they,” you note, “or maybe I'm just overthinking things and have been working on them for too long.”

“You probably just need a pair of fresh eyes,” Harry says as they bring out your food. Their eggs in tomatoes looked deceptively simple and yet yours were never as good.

“Smooth,” you utter, grinning at him. “Do you hit up everyone's DMs like that?”

Harry shakes his head, “no but really baby, can I see what you have so far?” His lips are drawn earnestly.

You nod, “sure, we can make a movie night out of it too. I've been dying to try out this no bake chocolate cream pie.”

“Only if I get to pick the movie?”

“Deal.”

*

You slump on the cheap ikea couch you and your roommates had pooled cash together to buy once you get home, bag full of snacks.  

“Tired,” Julia asks from the kitchen, shamelessly eating straight out of the pan.

“Yeah,” you tell her, “Arjun called in sick and since I'm the newest hires I got the short end of the stick and pulled a double shift.”

“Isn't work amazing,” Julia replies, bring the pan and an extra fork for you, settling down next to you. “My boss called me this morning at 6am and had me call a bunch of places in India to find some extra fabric for a client. I wasn't due til 9!”

“What an outrage,” I deadpan.

“Maybe we can still be witches in the midlands,” she offers, “or raise cows in the highlands.”

“God that's such a mood,” you sigh, taking the fork and eating her cheesy pasta dish. “I thought working in a lab would be nice and easy compared to school and it is but dealing with my boss and the hectic hours has left me with no social life.”

“Right! I've missed so many parties and good djs because I'm on call talking to far off places sourcing textiles! I just hope I get promoted so I can go on trip to source and not just spend all hours of the day being an errand girl.”

You nod, mouthful of pasta, “I heard hospital labs are pretty good but I've been told I need more experience.”

She laughs bitterly before gazing at your loot of snacks, “Harry coming over?”

“Yeah,” you reply, “we’re watching a movie and pigging out after a long ass week.” You has been looking forward to it all day despite how drained you were; to the bone, to the point coffee wasn't much help.

Opening snapchat you see harry's sent you a couple photos.

Him in a ruffled white shirt, loosely buttoned, caption reading in the mood for a period romance? ;))

The next was of him in a tastefully ripped shirt that probably cost more than your rent, and a worn flannel, or a rom com?

The there was Harry wearing an old dark knight shirt you'd gotten him for his birthday at a charity shop, or will we go full superhero landing!?!

Rolling your eyes and smiling your reply with a blurry selfy, the most dramatic frog to ever prince.

“God I can't wait til we're all sixty and you've both been married and divorced and finally get together,” she says teasingly, “or worse it's like you're both gotten together and your s.o’s are the third and fourth wheel!”

“Shut up,” you tell her, “we're literally the same. You spent most of fresher in my dorm once we met. You made me help shave your back.”

“That's friendship bitch,” Julia says with a laugh, “just keep in mind Imma be like dead to the world.”

“Wow,” you state, “you've come such a long way from being a complete party animal.”

“Right,” she mutters, “I miss drinking and showing up hungover to class.”

“It's all downhill from here,” you tease.

She swats your fork away from the pot, “what a depressing thought.”

*

Harry texts you to let you know he's here and you buzz him up, hugging him before saying, “i might have to steal this sweater from you.” It ridiculously soft the way only old sweaters are.

He laughs, “I brought a bottle of rose.”

“ooh let me try this knife trick i've been practicing,” you tell him as he kicks off his boots and settles in.

“Don't want to die today but thanks.”

“Harold,” you respond mock affronted. “So what movie have you chosen for us today art hoe?”

“You're the one who can quote the cool girl monologue by heart,” he retorts, grabbing the wine opener and starting on the cork. Unlike you, he managed it without cursing for half an hour and deciding boxed wine wasn't a bad idea.

“The movie harry,” you say, grabbing a couple of blankets and pillows for the couch along with your art journal.

“Searching,” he answers, “Sarah said it was really good and slept on.”

“And even if it's not there's always chips and hummus.”

“Very true,” Harry responds, pouring wine into mugs like a maniac and settling down next to you on the couch, his own worn journal in hand. “But it's Sarah and Mitch they have great taste in pretty much everything.”

“High praise coming from you,” you note palming through your journal, over the drawing and words you'd written down over the last few months.

He grins, looking perfectly at home in your modest flat. Harry has never been weird about being famous and rich and- it made it that much easier to be friends with him. To forget about all that and just be friends with Harry, not Harry styles. “It is ain't it,” he utters lips curled into a sinners smile, the kind he gave girls and boys when you went out to clubs.

“There goes your big head again,” you retort, putting your journal down and curling up with a handful of popcorn.

“Oi!” Harry furrows his brow staring you down for a second before launching himself at you, pinning you down and tickling your sides, “take it back!”

“Never,” you yelp, giggling madly, Your arms against his chest as you push him off easily. It's so easy to be comfortable with him, he's just such a hugger and you can't say you don't like it, the warmth and security you feel.

He laughs, “so long as you let me see your journal baby,” is his only response, chest still shaking from laughter.

“I'll show you mine if you show me yours,” you respond jokingly. The sense of humor middle schoolers had still there in your head.

“Deal,” he replies, shifting so his head is resting in your lap, passing you his own journal before grabbing yours off the coffee table. You'd never felt as grown up as you did when buying a coffee table, even more so than buying pans and dishes instead of eating everything out of a mug.

Mindlessly, your fingers run through his hair, soft and silky and starting to curl up behind his ears. You wonder if he'll let it grow out again. You prefer him like this but it was fun to braid his strands of hair.

His journal is more full of words than drawings, in his sloppy scrawl, like in old letters. Leather bound parchment, it's tons nicer than your own moleskine you'd gotten on sale, with the true victorian era feel you'd been obsessed with in your younger years.

There's a dreamy quality to the writing, fragmented thoughts that he trusts you with.

The tv plays quietly in the background, you’re too immersed to say anything, to break the comfortable silence with any words, occasionally reaching for a chip, smothering it in hummus.

In the beginning, when Harry had first crashed at your small cramped flat at uni, he'd drunkenly looked through your journal, well one of your journals, covered in all your loose thoughts and many many drawings and sketches, ideas for pieces that you'd spend what little free time you had doing.

You'd gotten annoyed and a little mad, because your journal was private and personal and who did you think you were? Frida Kahlo? It wasn't like he'd meant to, drunk and a little high. It wasn't one of your best moments but he'd bought you a cuppa tea the next morning before you'd woken up and let you flip through his own journal, just to make it up to you.

That's how he'd become the person you trusted to show your art to.

“Don't laugh at my sad attempts at poetry,” he mutters, his gaze meeting yours somewhat self consciously. His cheeks are flushed red but you can't tell if it's from laughing or because he's actually embarrassed.

“Trying to be just like Bukowski,” you tease. You'd never actually read anything by him, you just read about him being kind of an asshole in real life.

He rolls his eyes at you, “ever since you sent me that song I can't think about him the same!”

“I just thought you'd want to know. That song is such a depression mood though.”

Harry grows serious, looking up at you. Your hand stills in his hair. “Are you alright?”

You nod, “yeah I'm fine I was just joking.” It's true. You haven't felt depressed in months, haven't been bad in longer. Progress.

“You'd tell me if-”

“Oh course,” you cut him off with a smile, closing his journal. “Want to see how my latest and greatest projects progressing?”

He smiles softly, “why else do you think I'm here for?”

You smack him lightly with his own journal, getting up and getting your laptop. This latest idea of yours has come at the cost of having to learn to use digital editing. Thank god for youtube.

Harry sits up and watches as your scroll through some of the more finished pictures of both women and men you'd reached out to, dragging Julia with you to feel braver about approaching strangers. Something you wouldn't have done a year ago.  

Their pictures have been edited to exaggerate their insecurity, ranging from overly larger noses to small eyes and thin lips. It had been an idea since you'd read about Jacqueline de Ribes who someone had said how sad it was if you didn't have a great big nose like she had.

“Especially in this era of face tuning and filters and contouring where everyone is trying to hide what they feel insecure about,” you tell him, watching the shift of his lips, his pensive gaze, trying to gage his reaction. No one but you has seen these. Although when you’re done they'll also be sent to your models, who'd been nice enough to open up about their insecurities to you. Maybe it was easier to talk to strangers you'd never see again about these things. Wasn't that the whole idea behind therapy?

“At first I only edited it slightly but I didn't think the idea came across as strongly and in your face. I mean maybe by airing out and owning our insecurities we can overcome them? Or maybe just stop idealizing one specific type of feature?” These were the questions that you thought would be answered by doing this, but there didn't seem to be any easy answers.

“I like them,” he tells you, “It's like things you wouldn't have noticed I mean most people are alright looking and then you actually get to know them and it all warps how you see people. Like gee doesn't Tom look like such an bloody asshole.”

You snort, shaking your head, “you had me in the first half I'm not going to lie.”

After that you both mess about, putting on parks and recs for the hundredth time, skipping to the second season when Ben and Chris come in. It's still as funny as the first time you had watched it.

It's late and your both half asleep on the couch and smiling at the tv, legs bumping against Harry's much longer legs.

“I should probably go,” he mutters.

“No stay,” you tell him, “it's late and you can just crash with me.” You’d both slept in the same bed lots of times by now, the initial awkwardness long gone as you stopped to you underwear and an old t shirt that was long enough to pass for a dress.  

“Should I be worried about your alarm?”

“I can actually wake up even if my alarms just on vibrate,” you let him know, because god you wish you didn't have work tomorrow so you could wake up late and go get overly expensive breakfast at the dinner down the street who made the fluffiest american style pancakes. It was a treat you loved to get yourself.

Harry helps you drag some of the blankets into your room, tossing them onto the bed. You curl up next to the wall, nestling into the covers. From the corner of your eye you watch Harry pull his shirt off before kicking off his jeans, ripped at the knees.

He's fit and you can't help but mentally trace over the butterfly he has tattooed that you thought stupid at first but had grown on you.  Gracelessly he flops onto the bed, sliding under the covers.

“Your feet are always freezing,” he complains which just makes you kick him lightly. “Ow! Woman!”

“Shut up and sleep,” you tell him turning over on your side, curling into near fetal position.

“But what about going on my phone for an hour in bed?”

“Good night harold,” you say in lieu of an actual reply.

“I won't let the bed bugs bite you.”

“Your so dumb,” you whisper fondly, closing your eyes and easily falling asleep after a long day.

[ajw720]

I am the cooler/ice chest anon. I forgot to tell you lu/lu answered that miar/ren girl and she said “cooler”. Some fans on twitter thought it’s inappropriate to send a private message but the miar/rens said it’s ok because lu/lu is very nice and they are not overstepping at all. Now miar/rens are all very happy because they think they are only fans who know D’s cooler/ice chest joke.

This whole thing is so out of control. and you know what's scary? They have so much power they can cause real damage during this campaign. And stans should ask themselves. Would the fiancee of a celebrity and her friends, if it was real, be responding to fans privately on SM about a private joke??? The answer is resoundingly no. Never. Not happening. It's completely inappropriate. But nope. They say she's "nice" for answering. No dear they are deceiving you daily. They probably had a good long laugh at your message before responding. They are mocking you. And using you to keep m relevant as well as her wannabe friends. And the person they are hurting the most is d. Repeatedly. Time and again. Posting a caption where he refers to his "nICE chest" is reinforcing an image of a jerk that has an overinflated ego. And it is the opposite of the person that d presents when allowed. And yes, no one else is in on the "joke." So it's not funny, just egotistical. But no stans this doesn't make you special. Because the joke is on you. And sadly, d. Please stans, wake up. It's time. Stop letting them use you. And stop giving them methods and manners to use and hurt d.

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Hetalia: Axis Powers Episode #38 Transcript

This episode has Italy and Germany pinkie swear to be allies and Sealand sneaking into the G8 conference.

Japan: Germany. I was cleaning up my dolphin stew mess and I found this.

Germany: Auh…auh…

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Germany: Well, who knew flipper would taste so gamey? Uh, don’t bother cleaning up; you are a guest here in my home, Japan.

Japan: Hai!

(Hai!: Yes! → Japanese)

Japan: I am demonstrate appreciation! Now read this letter, okay?! I tried to read it first, but I cannot make out the crap scribble.

Germany: Hm?

Germany [reading from letter]: Dear Germany, it’s your friend, Italy. I had a really scary dream last night and I don’t want it to come true. I dreamt you stopped being my BF…F because…

Germany, Italy [reading from letter]: …Russia was cooler and less like…well… me!

Italy [in a letter]: Your friend forever, Italy Veneziano. P.S. Those sausages you left outside taste really bad.

Germany: Ugh…it’s from Italy and he’s freaking out.

Japan: Italy is literate?! Uh…we already ate; what are you cooking now?

Germany: Oh, I’m making wurst. I wanted something for dessert.

{Caption: [Wurst] A German sausage. It is said that originally this was made by nomads in northwestern China and then was brought to Europe}

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Germany: Hetalia!

{Caption: Hetalia}

Germany: Uh, hello, Italy?

Italy: Aah!

Germany: I wanted to speak with you for…one minute if, uh…that is okay.

(Italy: Uh uh uh uh uh….)

Italy: Aah! Germany! How are you? I’m good, thanks! Oh, you didn’t ask, did you? I feel stupid now, you know like when you tell a weird---

Germany: Um…I just want to say…Russia will not be interfering with our friendship. So we can be best friends forever.

(Italy: Oh, you too? Are you enjoying your meal? Can I get you anything? But if you leave a bigger tip when that happens---)

Italy: Oh!

Germany: Nghh…nh.

Italy: Wow! How cool! I didn’t know that you were telepathetic!

Germany: Ja…that, and I read idiot.

(Ja: Yes → German)

Germany: Anyway, I will swear this oath to you if you would like.

Italy: You mind reader! That’s awesome, but I’m kind of embarrassed because of what I’m thinking about right now.

Pookie: Meow!

Germany: I don’t care what you’re thinking! Do you want me to make this oath or not?

Italy: Yeah! Pinky swear!

Germany: Ja…

(Ja: Yes → German)

Italy: Germany? Where did pinky swear come from?

Germany: Japan. Never ask him to elephant swear.

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Italy: Hetalia!

{Caption: Hetalia}

Germany: Italy, you need to know things won’t be as safe for you from now on. We should make some sort of agreement, I think. If you’re ever in danger, let me know, I’ll be there no matter what. You’re my friend, and I will not fail you. And when I’m in trouble, you must be there to rescue me too. Although I won’t get my hopes up.

Italy: Ahuh!

Italy’s thoughts: Germany and I have an agreement. Fun!

Germany: Oh, I almost forgot.

Italy: Oh? Thanks! What’s this? Nom! Nom nom nom…mm!

Germany: How is it?

Italy: Outside, it doesn’t taste like death as much!

{Caption: He cooked the best sausage he had}

{Caption: May 22, 1939 German-Italian Military Alliance Pact of Steel Signed}

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Canada: Hetalia!

{Caption: Hetalia}

Japan: All of the members of G8 are now here. Shall we get started?

Britain: Um…considering what happened last time, I’d like to make sure no one’s missing. Something is not quite right…Canada, are you here?

Sealand [imitating Canada]: Yep, I’m here!

Japan: Everyone is here, let us start!

Italy: I’m here, I’m here!

Germany: I’m present as well.

Russia: What about China? I think it’s most definitely China. Hmhmhmhm...

Britain: It’s not China, Russia, you just want it to be!

America: Hahahahaha! Dude, Britain, I’m starving, bro!

France: I’ll make us a most delightful lunch!

Britain: Shut up!

America: Yo! You called a false alarm again! You’re like the boy who cried wolf or…something.

Britain: Oh…yeah. I guess you’re right.

Sealand [imitating Canada]: Sure he’s right, you British jerk of jerks!

Britain: I WAS RIGHT! IT’S SEALAND!

(Sealand: AAAAAAHHHH!)

Sealand: How did you figure it out? I curled my hair and everything! Aah!

{Caption: Yank}

Sealand: That stung, you bully! And not only was it unnecessary, it was quite rude.

Britain: Why don’t you just go home and watch anime?

America: Hahaha!

Britain: America, I’m trying to lecture here.

Japan: Oh no, I am suddenly concerned for Canada’s safety.

Russia: Yeah…I’m concerned too!

(Canada: Aah…aah…aah aah…)

{Caption: Squeeze…}

Canada: Maple leeeeaf.

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Finland: Ehewhewhewhewhe! Seriously, you guys, this isn’t funny anymore! Ehweh! It’s so mean and cruel and stupid!

{Caption: Next time…}

[especially-heinous-ada]

A Police Gala pt. 3

(photo is of the reader’s TV room) royalty free image found at https://www.pexels.com/photo/apartment-ceiling-chair-decoration-276653/ 

After some disappointment and struggle (my original was lost after my laptop failed), I have managed to re-write part three of the reader x Barba series. I just want to say thank you, and I’m glad that people seem to be enjoying it so far! I hope you enjoy part three, as well. There is some smut here for you, but it’s not what you think haha. 

If you haven’t already, please read part one and part two. 

Rafael set off down the street at a leisurely pace. He wasn’t exactly in a hurry to return to his empty apartment and be alone after having spent last few hours in pleasant company. He watched the water spray out from under his footsteps as he walked.  For a moment, he debated on stopping for a nightcap, but decided against it. His sopping wet suit clung to his body in a rather unpleasant manner as he walked. Luckily, it wasn’t too far a distance from your apartment to his. He found it an ironic twist of fate that you lived so close together, were both involved with law enforcement, and yet you still had no idea the other existed until now. It wasn’t long before he reached his apartment building. He stopped underneath the building’s awning, closing his umbrella and giving it a hearty shake to slough off as much rain as possible before going inside.

“Good evening, Giles.” He greeted the older doorman

“Good evening, Mr. Barba.” The man replied jovially. “Had a rough night?”

“Actually, it was quite lovely. Until this.” Rafael motioned to his entire body, in its soaking wet state. “It’s alright, though. It perked up at the end.” Giles nodded and considered Rafael’s words for a moment before responding.

“Well, have a good night. Take care not to catch cold.” He said. He seemed like he would ask more, but didn’t. Rafael wondered why, but supposed he, himself, was probably to blame for that. The older man was quite pleasant and Rafael enjoyed the occasional conversation with him, but he rarely had time to spare more than a line or two. He was always in a rush to get to the office in the morning and on the brink of exhaustion when he returned home at night.

He entered the elevator and pressed the button to ride up to the top floor, which was split between two large suites, his and that of his neighbor—an eccentric young tech guru. He rarely saw his new neighbor, and they never exchanged more than a nod of acknowledgement. That was fine with him. He suspected they didn’t have anything in common, anyway. A large group of people stood in the hallway outside their doors. Another party?  Rafael groaned and rolled his eyes. As he got out of the elevator, the group piled in. He wasted no time going straight to his door, opening the lock and ducking inside.

He put his umbrella in its holder by the door and slipped off his shoes, feeling too lazy to take care of them properly. He immediately crossed the apartment over to his bedroom, eager to change into something warm and dry. Once in his bedroom, he strips off his suit and hangs it on a rack to dry. He swaps out his underwear for a fresh pair and wonders whether it’s worth it to put pajamas on. He decides it’s not and lays down in bed. He mentally revisits his goodbye with you from earlier tonight and smiles.

Suddenly, he sits up and throws the covers off himself. He heads over to the rack where his suit jacket is hanging and slides his fingers into breast pocket carefully, taking the paper out slowly to avoid ripping it. He wanted to put your number in his contacts before he forgot. He looks down at it and frowns. The ink is smudged, making the phone number illegible. He sighs.

He tried to think of another way to contact you, but he had none. He knew that rich people like their privacy, so it was extremely difficult to try and contact them directly. He couldn’t just show up your apartment like a stalker. That was a sure fire way to guarantee you’d get a restraining order against him. He sat down, feeling defeated, thinking maybe he was destined to be alone.

I finally found an amazing woman, who’s interested in me, gives me her number and tells me to call her, and this happens.

He sighs again and climbs under the covers, thinking of the woman that he’s sure he’s lost his chance with.

God, she’s amazing. She’s intelligent, funny, talented, intriguing, successful, and sexy as hell. His mind turns back to the images from your lingerie photo shoot. He groans, feeling emotionally and sexually frustrated. At least he can solve one of those problems tonight, he thinks as he slips one hand underneath the covers.

Your breath is quick and jagged. What are you doing to me, Rafael Barba? You think. You’d thought that if you could get some release, you could relax, but neither your hands nor your toys could satiate you when you thought of him. And you couldn’t stop thinking of him. You turned onto your side, peering at the clock on your bedside table. It read 12:00 A.M.

You groaned and rolled out of bed, not bothering to put on pants because you knew you were alone in your apartment. You crossed over into the kitchen and pulled out a fresh bottle of wine from your wine cooler. You then grab a corkscrew from a nearby drawer and pop the bottle open. Tossing the corkscrew into the sink, you take a big gulp from the bottle and cross over into your TV room, sinking down onto your white leather couch. If some one-on-one time won’t take your mind off of him, maybe alcohol and late night television will.

You grab the remote and turn on the television.

“Today, the verdict came back in the trial of the “Date night ripper”of Manhattan.” At the conclusion of the trial, the jury returned a guilty verdict on twelve counts, including multiple counts of rape, murder, and mutilation of a corpse—”  

“Sick son of a bitch.” You say, taking another large gulp of wine.

“The prosecutor at the head of the trial had this to say.” The live video from the news station cut to a pre-recorded interview, which a caption indicated had been filmed earlier that day. Descending the steps of the courthouse, you see none other than Rafael Barba. You groan. Another gulp of wine.

“Of course, we feel really good about the verdict. We believe the jury ruled correctly. We’re glad that the citizens of New York can sleep a little easier tonight knowing that this man will not be roaming the streets—” He goes on to give a generic speech about how justice was served, etc. A typical speech , likely to be given by any A.D.A. who just won a case. However, that’s the only typical thing about him in that interview. His hair was perfectly coiffed and he wore a light grey suit with a peach checked dress shirt and baby blue matching tie and pocket square. You were impressed by his ability to dress himself so fashionably.

You groan out of frustration and click the power button on the remote. The television had not helped. Standing up, you cross the room to the table by your entryway, where you had left your phone earlier in your rush to get to your bedroom. You search your phone contacts to find someone tolerable enough to help you with this problem, as you obviously can’t handle it on your own.

“Hello, Damian. I miss you.” You purr as the handsome man answers your call. “How soon can you get here?”

Damian arrived outside the door of your penthouse suite in 20 mintues flat. You open the door and pull him inside, taking him directly to the bedroom. You waste no time pulling him toward the bed and stripping down to nothing. Damian was a model you used to work with. The two of you never discussed the possibility of being in a relationship. He’s not the kind to settle down with, but you can count on him to keep you company on the long, lonely nights.  Though you didn’t need the stimulation, you needed something to distract you from Rafael. Very badly.

You lay back on the bed and he positions himself between your legs. You moan softly as he kisses you, starting with your lips, then trailing down your body until he starts to lick the tender skin of your inner thigh. He shifts up and releases a hot breath on your renewed arousal and you groan. Finally, he takes you in his mouth and starts to suck. That’s right. Forget about Rafael. Focus on Damian. He switches from sucking to licking. Yes. Damian. Damian is quite good with his mouth. Being honest, this was your favorite part of the nights you spent together.

You run your fingers through his hair as he speeds up his rhythm. Your mind suddenly flashes to the image of Rafael’s perfectly coiffed hair from on the television interview and you can’t help but wonder how it would feel in your hands, with his head between your legs instead of Damian’s. The imagery intensifies your arousal. You’re supposed to be forgetting about him. Frustrated, you let out a low growl. Damian misreads the noise as one of pleasure. He lifts his head up to look at you.

“Ay, you’ve never made that noise for me before, mami.” He says with a cocky grin. You recognize that grin. You’ve seen it before—on Rafael’s face. Frustrated once more, you take Damian by the back of the head to direct him back to your center. He gladly returns to his previous task and takes you in his mouth, licking and sucking anew. Your breathing quickens. You try hard to think about something, anything, other than Rafael Barba as you feel the familiar pressure grow.

“Come for me, mami.” Damian says. “Come for me.” After resisting for a few more moments, you finally obeyed and allowed yourself to submit to your release. Waves of heat crashed over you and you felt dizzy. As you let the feeling overtake you, you panted and moaned and muttered something, over and over like a prayer. In the fervor of it all, you’re not sure what you said, and you don’t care to remember. You slide away from Damian and put an arm over your face, trying to steady your breathing as you start to come down from your high.  

“Who’s Rafael?”

You uncover your face and bolt upright.

“What do you mean?” You ask, confused.

“You said Rafael when you came, not my name. So who is he and why is he not here with you, instead of me? Kinda messed up to fuck a guy when you’re thinking about someone else.” Damian said, obviously pissed. Not that you blamed him. After all, you had just said another man’s name in bed with him.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry for wasting your time, Damian. You didn’t even get a chance to get naked.” You apologize. “You should probably go. I can pay your cab fare—”

“Nah, that’s fine.” He says. Then he thinks for a moment. “On second thought, can I have the rest of that wine?” He asks, pointing to the bottle on your bedside table. You agree with a nod. It’s the least you can do for using him like that, you think, feeling guilty. He picked it up and took a big swig.

“Good luck with that Rafael dude.” He says before crossing the room and walking out the door.

“Bye, Damian.” You call after him sheepishly as you listen to him make his exit and close your front door behind him.

You wake up the next morning, determined to do something about this situation. You couldn’t keep obsessing over a man you spent one night with and didn’t even fuck. To be quite frank, it terrified you how quickly Rafael Barba had become such a large part of your thoughts. It had only been three nights since your encounter. But he promised he would call. You were irritated that he dared to lie to your face. You didn’t know what you wanted—for him to apologize and ask you on a date, or for the opportunity to tell him off and kick him in los juevos. Whatever happened, you needed closure.

Since he was an attorney, you knew exactly where he spent most of his time. Luckily, you were familiar with the DA’s office, having toured it with the DA himself when you were a potential donor for his re-election campaign earlier that year. You took your time getting dressed, styling your hair and applying your makeup. You wanted to make sure he knew what he had been missing out on for the better part of that week. When you were finished, you looked yourself over in the mirror with a grin before heading out the door. Rafael Barba wouldn’t know what hit him.