#i just love my friends and i love the earth and i love my two wooden cat salt and pepper shakers

[gahyeonszn]

risk it all

genre : fluff

warning(s) : none

note : this was so rushed but idc, i’ve been having insane giselle brain rot + i love iu SO ITS A WIN FOR ME!!!!

things never really went well for you, but thankfully you had someone special to help when things went wrong.

Dearest, darling, my universe

날 데려가 줄래?

나의 이 가난한 상상력으론

떠올릴 수 없는 곳으로

giselle, your rock, your #1 supporter, your best friend. whenever you had any sort of troubles, giselle was the one person that you could run to when things became unbearable and you were grateful for that, for her. even when you didn’t have troubles that giselle would worry about and lend you a shoulder to cry on, you two would spend time together and bond over the little things that would seem meaningless to others.

저기 멀리 from Earth to Mars

꼭 같이 가줄래?

그곳이 어디든

오랜 외로움, 그 반대말을 찾아서

어떤 실수로

이토록 우리는 함께일까?

“hey, have you ever wondered what it would be like to run away?” giselle abruptly asked, making you look up from the manga you had stolen from her shelf.

“sometimes, why?” you cocked your head, eyebrows furrowed, confused on what made her ask.

“what if we ran away together, we could go somewhere even more beautiful than here, away from all your troubles.” she explained.

you smiled, liking the idea of running away with your best friend, being able to live a better life with her without worrying about anyone or anything. however, there’s one faulty thing about running away with giselle.

would your feelings towards her grow more?

“i think i’d like that” you smiled, causing giselle to smile as well.

so it was settled, you two would simply run away to a better place where it would be nothing but peaceful. of course you two couldn’t jump into this so carelessly, a lot of planning was made to assure that you two had the right funds, location, and transportation. once everything had been carefully thought out, you two progressed.

bags packed, excitement contained, and a patient giselle waiting just down the street. you were ready to leave this place to settle down somewhere better with your best friend. you hated having to still call her your best friend during all this, but what could you do? you didn’t know if she felt the same or not and you didn’t wanna risk anything.

세상에게서 도망쳐 run on

나와 저 끝까지 가줘 my lover

나쁜 결말일까?

길 잃은 우리 둘 mm

and so it started, the walk to the train station while talking about the first things you two would do in the new area begun. giselle wanted to check out any cafés that may be there while you wanted to take a nap as soon as you two made it to your destination. giselle laughed, gentle pushing your shoulder in a playful manner, joking about how much of a homebody you are.

after some talk later, you two found yourselves on the platform of the train station, looking at each other before taking a deep breath and stepping onto the train. it was almost empty minus the business workers who were going home after a long day at the office. you and giselle had sat in a secluded part of the train cart, putting your suitcases on the padded seats in front of you two. giselle let out a long breath of air, slouching a bit in her seat and resting her head on your shoulder. you stiffened up, feeling her nuzzle her head on your shoulder to get comfortable before the train started to move.

“we should have started operation run away later in the day, which one of us decided that we should do this at 4 in the morning.” she groaned.

“you did, you decided that.” you chuckled, wrapping your arm around her in an attempt to shield her eyes from as much as the train lighting as possible, allowing her to sleep peacefully.

“well…shit.” she sighed, giggling quietly to herself before letting the wave of tiredness get to her.

부서지도록 나를 꼭 안아

더 사랑히 내게 입 맞춰 lover

Love is all, love is all

Love, love, love, love

an hour or so passed since giselle had fallen asleep, the sun started to rise which only made her look even more beautiful. the way the sunrise had captured her features was amazing even if your sweater sleeve was blocking almost half her face. you were convinced that she’d wake up soon with how hard and loud your heart seemed to be beating, but you couldn’t help yourself.

you started to wonder if this was a bad idea, if maybe had you not actually run away with her, you wouldn’t be feeling this way.

impossible. it was inevitable with the way any little act of kindness she had done towards you made your heart flutter.

결국, 그럼에도

어째서 우리는 서로일까?

세상에게서 도망쳐 run on

나와 저 끝까지 가줘 my lover

나쁜 결말일까?

길 잃은 우리 둘 mm

as the train ride proceeded for a bit longer, you noticed your stop was coming up. you unwrapped your arm around giselle, causing her to stir from the sudden loss of warmth.

“hey, we’re almost here.” you whispered, rubbing your head against hers. she groaned, slowly waking up and taking in the view from outside the window.

“wow…” she was at a loss for words, grateful for picking this area as a place to run away to especially when it would make you look even more beautiful than you already are.

after a good stare out the window, giselle faced you, observing your facial features before frowning.

“did you not get any rest when i did?” she asked, moving her hand your your face to caress your cheek.

“no, i wanted to make sure we didn’t miss our stop.” complete lie. as you were about to gently grab giselle’s wrist to move her hand off your face, the announcer had announced your stop, resulting in giselle’s hand moving on her own. you two got up from your seats, stretching a bit before grabbing your things and making your way off the train. once off the train, you two took in your surroundings, sharing a joint ‘woah’ before starting the walk to the temporary hotel.

찬찬히 너를 두 눈에 담아

한 번 더 편안히 웃어주렴

유영하듯 떠오른

그날 그 밤처럼

나와 함께 겁 없이 저물어줄래?

산산히 나를 더 망쳐 ruiner

너와 슬퍼지고 싶어 my lover

during the walk, giselle couldn’t help but stare at you, causing her to almost fall a couple times.

“you should really pay more attention while you’re walking, you’re so clumsy.” you laughed, watching as giselle almost tripped over her own feet.

“it’s hard to pay attention when….the view is so pretty!” she awkwardly said, suddenly turning her head towards a fenced off ledge that had a perfect view of the ocean and a small island off in the distance. “here, stand right there, i wanna take a picture of you with this beautiful view.” giselle pointed at a spot with her finger.

you stood where she pointed, looking behind you to also take in the view. as you were looking behind you, giselle had whipped out her phone to take some candid shots of you, loving how amazing you looked without even trying.

“wow…you’re a work of art.” she said a little too loud, causing you to look at her. you smiled.

“same to you, you’re absolutely stunning.”

giselle’s arm slowly dropped to her side as she walked towards you. once she got close enough, she held you in a warm embrace, the breeze flowing through both of your hair. after some silence, you decided to risk everything and lean in for a kiss which she thankfully reciprocated.

필연에게서 도망쳐 run on

나와 저 끝까지 가줘 my lover

일부러 나란히 길 잃은 우리 두 사람

부서지도록 나를 꼭 안아

더 사랑히 내게 입 맞춰 lover

Our love wins all, love wins all

Love, love, love, love

it was a warm, longing kiss. the mix of the cool breeze and the faint wave crashes in the background made it all the more better. you were glad you took the risk to run away with her, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

giselle pulled away first, looking into your eyes lovingly before gently hitting your shoulder.

“you know, i’ve been waiting for you to do that.” she admitted, causing you to roll your eyes playfully.

[calaisreno]

Prognosis

974 words / Prompt: Apology (Sequel to yesterday's Diagnosis)

I follow John up the ladder from the Sumatra Road station and into the narrow tunnel that led us there. 

As we emerge into the waning daylight, I take a couple of long strides to catch up with him. 

“Did you mean it?” I ask. “Do you forgive me?”

John keeps walking. “Of course I do. You didn’t actually have to make me think we were about to die, you know. I forgave you the minute I saw you.”

“But. You’ve stayed away. I wasn’t sure…”

John stops walking, stares down at the pavement. 

“I used to talk to you when you were dead.”

I wait, silent. What I want to know, I can’t ask. 

John begins walking again. It’s almost completely dark by now, the grey gloom of November in London. 

“I shouldn’t have…” I begin. I’m so bad at this. Just talk, tell him… “I mean, I don’t know how to apologise. What I did that night in the restaurant— I shouldn’t have made light of it. I was so glad to see you, and I wanted to make you laugh. It was stupid of me to interrupt your date like that. I assume Mary was upset too.”

“Not at all.” John gives me a wan smile. “She seemed thrilled at your return.”

“John.” I flail a bit, having no words. “I’ve been gone two years, and I should have realised you’d move on. I hope… I hope I haven’t ruined things for you and Mary.”

John stops again, frowns at me. “Oh. No, that was just a date. She works at the surgery, and everyone kept pushing me to ask her out because it was clear she fancied me. Finally, she did the asking, and I accepted because I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. She knows we can’t be more than friends.”

Another mystery. “But… why?”

John sighs and turns away. 

I catch his arm. “Please tell me. What did you say when you talked to me… while I was… dead?”

“I talked about my work sometimes. I was doing shifts in the A&E then, drinking too much, being a dick to everyone who cared about me. I was drowning and didn’t know how to save myself. So I talked to you.”

“Did it help?”

“It did. I walked, and you would be there, at my side. It sounds a bit unhinged, I know. A couple times your brother followed me in his car. I got in and we chatted. He was considering sectioning me, I think. But he could see I was functioning, so he let me go.”

“When you talked to me, what did I say?”

He smiles. “The usual. Complaining about how bored you were, asking me to buy those biscuits for you, deducing people in the shops… telling me I was drinking too much. You used to disappear when I had a few too many, so I stopped doing that.”

“And you talked to me. But you don’t answer my texts, and you haven’t been to see me since that night. Why?”

John looks up at me. “Let’s walk.”

A bus goes by. I think a bus would be better than dragging John into another train station. But John wants to walk, and if that’s the only way he’ll talk, I will walk to the ends of the earth, just to hear his voice again. 

“I missed you, John. So much. I wanted so much to tell you why I did it, why it mattered.”

“I know. Mycroft stopped by the morning after you popped up in the middle of my date. He explained. I am grateful, you know.”

“But…” I huff in frustration. “I realise that after two years, I can’t expect you to simply move back to Baker Street and start making tea for me. But I miss you.”

“I missed you, too. And I do want—” His pace slows. “There was something I said to you. I mean—”

“To my ghost.”

Eyes straight ahead, he smiles, sad. “Yeah, that. Every time I said it, you disappeared.”

I take John’s arm. “Say it.”

He stops walking. His eyes are closed, his head bowed. He whispers. “Please don’t disappear. Please.”

“John, please. I won’t disappear. I’m here, alive, and I’m not leaving you again. Never again. Please, just say it.”

 I lean close to hear his words, so soft.

“I love you.” 

Eyes still closed, he sways, tears coursing down his face. 

I hold him steady. “Look at me, John.”

John is a soldier. He followed me into that train carriage that turned out to be a bomb. He stood with me while the timer counted down the last minutes (he thought) of our lives. I believe he would have followed me into the hell I’ve been in for the last two years, if I’d only asked him. If only I had.

“Open your eyes, John.”

He obeys. The face I love, the face I’ve imagined for two years. I felt his presence at times while I was on my mission, heard his voice inside my head. But I needed to focus. I had a job to do, and John’s life depended on it. 

If I’d been left alone, nothing useful to do, no danger dogging my steps, if I’d trudged the streets of London so full of grief I couldn’t speak, I might have imagined him walking beside me. I might have said it to him then, at last. 

“John, I love you too.”

We will heal, with time and talk.

Life at 221B Baker Street is better than before. Bad dreams are soothed in the nighttime, and mornings in our bed are quiet and soft, hearing the rain shush against our window. 

“You don’t need to defend what you did,” John tells me. “I know why, and I love you for it.”

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🥲 I wish you happier tears today! Thanks for reading; you can find my month of stories on AO3: Trifles 3.

[sorceresssundries]

Oh, What A Circus!

Pairing: Gale x gn Tav - SFW

Word Count: 900

Summary: The spawn of the God of murder and their Wizard boyfriend have a day out at the circus!

A/N: I've been writing a lot of smut/romance/angst and wanted to try my hand at something a little more light-hearted.

I hope you enjoy it!

“You look ridiculous.” Gale muttered with his arms folded.

Tav stood in front of the unimpressed wizard, towering above him at almost seven feet of rippling muscle, with eyes as red as bloodstone and tattoos that looked like carved, ancient curses. They were a trained, hulking barbarian whose blood-drenched origin had, until recently, been lost to tampered memory. They were the flesh of Bhaal himself, spawn of the God of Murder, flayer of innocents, and inspirer of savagery. Condemned to forever be whipped and tormented by the whispered urges that pulsed through their blood and haunted their dreams.

They glared at Gale from beneath their freshly applied clown face paint and waved their candyfloss at him. 

“You look ridiculous!” Tav snapped back. “We’re at a circus and you look like someone has pissed in your porridge.”

Their tiff was punctuated by squeals and laughter of children, and Karlach, revelling in the nearby circus games. Even Astarion seemed to be enjoying himself, hurling particularly cutting insults at a mime. It was hard to tell whether the mime was exceptionally talented at their craft or if Astarion had actually driven them into a silent breakdown.

Tav turned towards the merchant with whom Gale had been conversing. The small mephit, previously engaged in lighthearted banter, was now cowering in the shadow of the clown-faced elf.

“You buying something?” Tav asked Gale with a mouth full of candyfloss.

“Well!” Gale raised his finger and Tav mentally prepared themselves for an unnecessarily long explanation “This fine fellow here”, he gestured towards the now trembling mephit, “And his delightful wife are exceptionally talented artists and dealers of the finest, bespoke sculptures in all Faerûn! Isn’t that right, my friend?”

“Erm, yes absolutely.” replied the mephit, still not taking their eyes off Tav, “I was just explaining to your….”

“Boyfriend.” cut in Tav.

“Oh…right…” The mephit’s eyes flicked between the two adventurers, as though the pairing of the wizard and the barbarian was completely ridiculous. The tiny mephit looked over to his huge, hulking, earth elemental of a wife in disbelief. “For a reasonable fee, we can provide you with a completely bespoke creation in whomever's likeness you desire!”

“I was thinking…” Said Gale, who thought a bit too much for Tav sometimes, “We have enough coin to make a considered purchase, perhaps it would be a kind gesture to gift a statue to our brave, vampiric friend?” 

Tav glanced over to Astarion who was now in hysterics at the mime having to be comforted by some of the other circus performers.

“Right...”

“He has, after all, been through a tremendous amount of suffering, and throughout his decades of torture and islolation, has forgotten what he looks like.” Gale looked genuinely downcast at the thought of his friend’s ongoing trauma. “How poetic would it be, to gift him with a statue of himself. As pale and marbled as his own alabaster skin - complete with a face he will be able to gaze upon in place of the cruel void of an empty mirror.” 

“Yeah, sure.” Said Tav who had only been half listening. “I love poetry.”

“Excellent!” Gale clapped his hands together, evidently proud of himself for his empathetic use of wisdom “I’ll leave the coin with you, you are after all, a much more skilled negotiator than I!” He raised himself on his tiptoes and quickly pecked a kiss on the tip of Tav’s clown-red nose, before heading in the direction of an unimpressed looking Djinn. 

Tav waited until he was out of earshot before turning back to the merchant. “So, you’ll make me a statue.. Of whatever I want?”

“Of course!”

“Perfect.” Grinned Tav, in what they hoped was a friendly expression. In reality, their stretched, clown-painted smile was more intimidating than if they had offered their most murderous scowl. As such, they unintentionally managed to get a hefty discount and priority delivery as part of the deal. 

Tav handed over the coin, finished their candyfloss, and went over to join in the mime-baiting with Astarion. They were having an excellent day.

“TAV!” Gale’s voice was sharp with anger as it bounced off the walls of their quarters in the Elfsong Tavern.

“Yep!” said Tav, bounding over to where he was standing, where a delivery had just arrived.

“What in the hells is this?” Gale hissed.

“Oh great! It's here! They weren’t kidding when they said it would be quick” Tav’s eyes were wide with artistic appreciation. The statue was beautiful, crafted with such delicate intricacy it looked as though it was draped from silk rather than carved from rock. Tav could hardly believe that something sculpted from the unforgiving, stubborn hardness of marble could appear so soft. Looking at it, glowing in the gentle candlelight, they felt they could finally understand the deep, personal connection and enrichment of artistic skill and mortal interpretation. 

“Why is it of me?!”

“Oh, right.” Tav had forgotten they had completely ignored Gale's original plan. “Erm, I guess there must have been a mix-up” 

“Why is it nude?!!”

Tav grinned at him, delighting in the furious way his brow furrowed and lines of his face deepened. 

“All the most famous statues are, right?” Tav sighed in adoration as they looked back at the statue. “I like it.”

“Is that an accurate representation of the wizard’s penis?” Asked Lae’zel who had quietly appeared between them and made Gale jump. 

“Abso-fucking-lutely” Tav said with a grin, taking in Lae’zel’s impressed expression. “I love the circus.”

[lisbeth-kk]

May Prompts (24) Imperfect

The Luckiest Girl in the World (chapter 24)

Summary: Rosie meets a young man in Paris. Love is in the air but one thing gnaws on Rosie's nerves. She need to warn Timothy of her protective relatives without making him run for the hills.

Twenty-Four Years Old

When my first year in Paris was coming to an end, I went with a group from my school to a party. It was held in a big apartment that apparently belonged to some ridiculously rich aunt. The amount of red wine I’d drunk before we arrived, made sure I didn’t remember the details of the family tree.

What I do remember was the young man reading French poems with a British accent, and afterwards, the beginning of an interesting story about two men finding each other in a dream, and later apparently meeting in real life. I desperately wanted to hear more, but when I got him talking, he said that he wasn’t sure the idea was good enough to pursue.

“You wrote this?” I asked baffled. “I thought it was brilliant!”

“That’s probably the Pinot talking,” he retorted with a lopsided grin. “People normally say that it’s utter bullshit.”

I huffed at this ludicrous statement.

“So, why read it out loud, then?” I challenged him.

“Dunno. Perhaps I hoped that someone like you may turn up and like it” he quipped.

“That’s the worst pickup line I’ve ever heard,” I muttered and rolled my eyes.

***

Timothy and I were thick as thieves after that evening, and it soon evolved into more than friendship. He was studying literature and creative writing at Sorbonne Nouvelle, which was located quite close to Marguerite’s building. After our first official date, I pondered bringing him to my place, but uncle’s surveillance made me reconsider. Dad and Papa planned on visiting soon, and I knew it was futile trying to hide anything from Papa.

You’d better prepare the poor sod, before meeting the British Inquisition, I thought with a grimace.

After David, Papa wouldn’t make the same mistake of failing to observe even the tiniest flaw.

We hadn’t talked about our families at all, because there were so many other topics that were interesting, but I knew time was running out. I decided that after a good meal with some wine, it would be the perfect time to tell him about my fiercely protective family.

Rinsing and eating mussels, is a sticky and quite down-to-earth affair, and a better opportunity would be hard to find, so I plunged in with both feet so to speak.

“I…um…think it’s time to tell you about my…family,” I started.

“All of them, or just your fathers?” Timothy said while dipping a bite of bread in the creamy sauce.

I almost dropped my spoon in surprise. Had I told him that I was raised by two men and no mother? Not to my knowledge. Perhaps some of my other friends…

“Rosie?” Timothy said softly.

“Do you know who they are? Have you…”

Timothy lifted his hands, motioning me to calm down.

“Sorry, I assumed you knew,” he murmured. 

“Knew what?” I snapped. “You’re worse than…”

“I know who you are, Rosamund Watson-Holmes. A dossier, I think will suffice as a description, was delivered to me by a courier after our first coffee date. Four “letters” from each of your watchdogs. I didn’t know there were so many ways to threaten a person…”

“Damn, them!” I exclaimed. “Always, they have to meddle just because I had one bad boyfriend. Jesus, they’re incorrigible.”

“No matter how imperfect you find them, they love you dearly, or should I say fiercely,” Timothy chuckled. “After the initial shock, I must say I found it quite amusing and adorable. Four grown men, with the careers they have, your dad even an ex-military, and they’re all softies. Your police uncle was probably the scariest, come to think of it. Not that he doesn’t love you to bits, but he was the only one who stayed somewhat professional. He certainly didn’t bring any medieval torture methods or mafia tendencies into the equation if I hurt you purposefully or otherwise.”

“Oh, God,” I growled utterly devasted of my protective relatives.

Timothy chose to call them The Fab Four, which still earns him stern looks, but I know the four protectors are quite proud of themselves.

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[unsaidace]

Y’know, I feel like some of the posts I see on this app have turned me into the absolute worst version of myself, ‘cause all I post these days is “please shut the entire fuck up” rants, but why on God’s green Earth am I seeing “7x04 was about Eddie” discourse again?

Oliver, Tim, Lou and Ryan have all said that the episode was supposed to be a bait-and-switch. Those of us with even the slightest media literacy saw it coming a mile away. I took media studies for two years, I know a bait-and-switch when I see one. They wanted us to think it was about Eddie, when in reality it was about Tommy the entire time. That was, y’know, the whole fucking point.

And I know some of you are only saying it because “Tommy and Eddie are practically the same person” but — newsflash; no, they’re not. They’re individual grown men who happen to share some common interests. My best friend and I both love reading, music and video games. Are we suddenly the same person now? No. We just share a few hobbies.

I’m not saying you have to like Bucktommy or Tevan or whatever you call the ship, but stop trying to rewrite canon (and the writers’ explicit confirmations) to fit your ship’s narrative.

[pluckyredhead]

☕️ sliiightly late but would love to hear your thoughts on Tom King (I get the impression you’re not a fan? - ive only read one book of his (heroes in crisis) and a couple issues of mr miracle but I always see people talking about how great some of his books are)

Lol I am indeed not a fan. BUCKLE UP, FRIEND.

So two things about Tom King that give him such a good reputation outside of fandom circles: one, he is regularly paired with some of the best artists in the industry, which means his books look incredible. I mean, just astonishingly beautiful all around.

And two, he is very good at including certain signifiers that indicate "this is a prestige comic." It's hard for me to describe it - it's an "I know it when I see it" kind of thing - but there are certain ways of writing and laying out a comic that signal seriousness, intelligence, boundary-pushing. Art with a capital A.

The easiest example I can give is the nine-panel grid, which is exactly what it sounds like: a page of three panels by three panels, all the same size. This is associated with older comics (like, Golden and Silver Age) because it's so simple, but also it's very very associated with Watchmen. So now when people trot it out there's an element of "Look at me! I'm just like Alan Moore!"

Tom King looooves the nine panel grid. He uses it a ton in Mister Miracle (Kirby used it a lot so this kind of makes sense) and Heroes in Crisis, especially for the therapy sessions. And there's this thing in the industry where people see a nine panel grid and they're like "Oh! This comic must be Smart." But if you scratch a lot of Tom King's work, it has very little substance beyond a sort of complacent nihilism.

(Geoff Johns also used the nine panel grid to signify that he is An Intellectual Writer now with Three Jokers, which was fucking hilarious. Geoff Johns is the Michael Bay of comics and he was trying to be Wes Anderson. It was embarrassing for him.)

And actually, speaking of Tom King and Watchmen, Heroes in Crisis has a great example of how he's using shorthand instead of, like, building a real story. There's a moment where Clark tells Bruce and Diana that someone anonymously sent all the superheroes' therapy footage to Lois, and they're like "She can't publish it," and Clark's like "She's a journalist. She did it 35 seconds ago."

This is a reference to a very very famous line in Watchmen, when Ozymandias is talking about his plan and then reveals that "I did it 35 minutes ago." But Heroes in Crisis has nothing to do with Watchmen, and Lois's actions (publishing private medical information for no reason) have nothing to do with Ozymandias's (dropping a fake alien squid on New York to end the Cold War; also, sorry for the Watchmen spoilers). It also has zero consequences, either within Heroes in Crisis or in later comics.

That moment serves literally no purpose except for Tom King to tell the reader "I've read Watchmen." Which...is not really much to brag about? I'm pretty sure it's the bestselling graphic novel of all time. Lots of people have read it, dude. The line has no story or character purpose, it's just the equivalent of like...teenage boys quoting Rick and Morty or whatever at each other to signal that they're an in-group. Except pretentious. It's like if teenage boys quoted Proust at each other. (That would actually be amazing.)

And in fact - and this is my big beef with King - the line actually harms the story, because it's wildly out of character for Lois (and Clark, who fully supports her decision here). Why on earth would Lois publish the private medical information of dozens of people, many of whom are her husband's friends, or even her friends and in some cases family? It's not newsworthy, it's deeply unethical, and she doesn't know who her source is. It makes zero sense that she would publish it, and equally zero sense that Perry would allow her to - they're the Daily Planet, not fucking TMZ. But she does it...so that Clark can paraphrase Watchmen. Okay???

And that's the big problem with King. He has no knowledge or understanding of the vast majority of characters that he writes, nor does he care to learn. He is a fundamentally ignorant and lazy writer. Heroes in Crisis really exposes this, because it uses so many characters, and he gets so many of them wrong, and it's so clear that he like...Googled shit with no context.

Like, take Kyle Rayner. King has him praying in Spanish, and like...okay, sure, Kyle's dad is Mexican. Except Kyle didn't know that until he was well into his twenties! He literally had no idea that his father was Mexican or that he himself was Latino until he was an adult, and while he does canonically speak a second language in the comics, it's Irish. In both HiC and Omega Men, King writes Kyle as devoutly Catholic, when Kyle has never been shown to be religious in any other comic. King just went "Oh his dad's Mexican, he must be Catholic and fluent in Spanish." Now, I'm not saying we shouldn't have comics where Kyle engages with his Mexican heritage, but this is just a stereotype.

King also has this trick where he goes back to a character's debut issue and does a close reading of it to inform his writing, and everyone congratulates him on his deep cut...but he reads nothing else about the character. In Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow, the only Supergirl comic he references out of 63 years of canon is her first appearance, which is all of 8 pages long. Way to dig deep in that research, champ.

His book Danger Street was touted as celebrating the obscure characters of the DCU, but it was really just utilizing this trick to the max, because it was all about characters from a comic from the 70s called 1st Issue Special, which was dedicated to trying out new characters and concepts, so it was a whole bunch of debuts. I only skimmed part of Danger Street while researching something else, so I can't claim an in-depth reading, but one of those 1st Issue Special characters was the blue Starman, Mikaal Thomas. King uses that 1st Issue Special debut issue and literally none of Mikaal's other appearances to inform his writing. And you might say, well, okay, that's an obscure character so who cares? But Mikaal is a historically significant character who was half of DC's first on-page gay kiss in a mainstream comic, and you can't even tell from King's take on him that he's queer, because surprise surprise, his queerness wasn't in his 1976 debut but was a later development. And everything Mikaal does doesn't have to center his sexuality first and foremost, but it would have been nice if it seemed like King was even aware of it.

King also doesn't understand, like...really simple themes. I thought Mister Miracle was really good when I read the first issue...and then the story kept going, and I was like "Ohhhh he doesn't understand the point of the Fourth World at all." And the Fourth World is, like...the least subtle Kirby ever was, and Kirby was never subtle. Anyway Scott Free is a hero and Orion is also a hero, and if you don't understand that basic fact and how it is the central theme of the Fourth World - that given the chance, good will always be stronger than evil - you need to go back to remedial comics school.

AND FINALLY (lol sorry), all of his comics are just...miserable. They're about terrible people being terrible to each other. Which...is fine, I guess? But it's not why I personally come to superhero comics.

So yeah: I don't like King's work because he doesn't actually know what he's talking about, he doesn't do any substantive research, and he's so cavalier with the characters that he's been given temporary charge of that even DC has made almost all of his writing out-of-continuity after the fact. And the fact that the comics establishment treats him like he's some kind of genius makes me want to scream.

[leonawriter]

Okay apparently I'm going to do a study on this introduction, because going back to it? Especially knowing more about Hakuba via more recent Magic Kaito chapters? Fascinating stuff.

So. Hakuba's introducing himself, and he starts out by bringing up "My father spoke of you often" and "It seems you're a very sharp detective." Both of those are positive!

Hakuba is... high society, compared to Hattori simply hanging out around high ranking people and treating them like normal. Hattori argues with Kazuha in a very down to earth way, while Hakuba knows how to drink tea and probably how to set the table with a full set of cutlery (or at least how to use them).

So, Hakuba using their fathers to introduce himself is, to him, a normal enough way to say "I've heard good things about you, we're similar, I hope we can get along well."

What's more - Shinichi realises that, pretty quickly. Even if they hadn't met previously, he'd have been able to figure out by the words being used, that Saguru's father knows Heiji's father, or that they're in the same business.

If anything, I'd say that this slight culture clash is the second step of things going wrong between Hattori and Hakuba here, right after Hakuba being present at all, since Hattori had wanted Shinichi to take his rightful place where Hakuba is currently sitting.

Strike one, strike two.

Unfortunately, it gets worse from there, and I'm gonna go into it.

But then Hakuba brings up that he's not even fully based in Japan. To which, mostly Hattori is just "wait, what?" - but although I'm sure he means it simply to be as clear as possible, that could also be read as "I would say that, but I'm actually better." As in, being smug.

Strike three.

Still with "Kudo is the high school detective of the east, that's obvious, isn't it?" and rubbing salt into the insult to Hattori's bro with "they'd have liked me to represent the east in his place" but...

Oh boy.

This... this is also where I just stared and held my head in my hands because now? Because of something Hattori's said, and what he's going to continue saying/leaning into... we need to go back in time.

All the way back in Hakuba Saguru's first appearance, the papers say "just returned from London," suggesting (as I've seen someone say before) that he'd spent at least some, if not much, of his youth in Japan.

Certainly, he doesn't seem to speak with an accent in the present day, so he can't have grown up in the UK and only sometimes lived in Japan.

In Japan, however, he is referred to as...

In Nakamori's (uncouth) words at their first meeting, "Y-you're that bastard from London!"

No mention of how he has a fully Japanese name, partially Japanese features, a Japanese father, and no accent.

His introductory splash also frames him with the Union Jack behind him, showing off his Holmes cosplay and light hair. Almost all the major characters in the series have blue eyes, but here it's rather... plainly emphasising his Western features. His non-Japanese-ness.

Now, I do have to wonder if Gosho wrote that back in 1990 and hadn't given much thought to it. I certainly don't think it was intentionally cruel.

However, by volume 40, released in 2003, he's learned a bit more about social prejudice, and shows this with the Professor's First Love story:

This shows something that happened 40 years ago in-universe, with a girl of Japanese-American descent who has light, gingko colour hair, being very aware of how different she is, and not wanting her friend to see. She calls her hair "weird" and starts to cry.

Coming back to the present - content released in 2006 - let me go back to Hakuba Saguru.

Hattori "That's obvious, isn't it? And yer not even from this country to begin with."

Oh, Hattori. Only the previous case had you seeing how words can be as sharp as knives, and can hurt people.

Saguru doesn't seem too bothered at first, however...

First off, he points out that it isn't even his fault he's "taken Kudo's place" in the first place!

They contacted his housekeeper, who he's been shown to be very close with (I'd hazard a guess to say that, having not seen his mother at all, or seen her mentioned, Baaya is closer to him than his parents are), and when she heard that her charge would only be taking someone else's place since they weren't there, she got offended on his behalf.

Saguru, who loves this woman like she's literally his nanny, could hardly say no at that point.

More to the point: how he says "But it appears I am unfit to represent the East..."

So now we have Hattori having come in wanting his best friend to be represented and not sidelined just because of circumstances out of his control, and being in a bad mood immediately because of someone else having been called in. He also possibly inflates the number of cases he worked on or solved, by including childhood adventures, leading Saguru to point out that his count is only low if you only count the ones in one country. Saguru attempts to make friends with him regardless, and that doesn't work because Hattori is still stuck on how Saguru is "taking Kudo's place" and then focuses in on how Saguru "isn't even from this country" which... starts leaning into the uncomfortable territory of "Hattori I love you to pieces but are you being racist/xenophobic right now?"

I say that in the context of how Japan has a really big problem with seeing anyone who isn't fully Japanese as Not Japanese Enough, as I went into earlier. I don't think he's aware how he's coming across, by the way; he's simply got a big case of foot-in-mouth.

So now instead of having come to this conclusion organically and naturally, Saguru is offering to take the place of "Guest Participant from Overseas" to placate Hattori.

I'd imagine he won't be wanting to tell Baaya about that, for sure.

Saguru goes on to suggest that Conan (i.e, Shinichi himself) should represent the East instead.

I reiterate: they could well have come to this conclusion over a friendly conversation, because of how they have five detectives. But instead now Saguru has ceded his position to (as far as he knows) a child. A very clever child, but a child nonetheless.

The next time we're back at the island with Hattori and the others, he's already decided he doesn't like "that smug guy."

As said before, there are plenty of things that Hattori could have picked up on that'd suggest Saguru "looked down on people" and "had a prideful way of thinking" and he certainly could appear smug in his achievements.

Hattori himself says that Saguru was "was like a copy of [Kudo]." But he has decided he doesn't like Hakuba, therefore he won't like Hakuba.

A moment of Saguru bonding with Natsuki over their natural brown hair, a shared trait - we can see him smiling after saying "But... there aren't any tv cameras yet, so you could do what you want for tonight?"

In a way I feel like I'm making too much of a big deal out of this one thing, but I'm not the one bringing attention to it - Gosho is. Gosho's the one who reminds us that kids get into trouble for their natural brown hair, and Saguru got that too.

Those who've read Magic Kaito will know that he DOES have a Japanese school uniform - but as we saw at the start of the post, when he arrived, he arrived from his school in London.

This further emphasises how he's set apart from the others.

(An aside: it's entirely possible that his "school abroad" is more likely him going to sixth form, since our Secondary schools last (or did for me) up to the age of 16, and depending on the time of year he may have transferred over to the new school year already. Or he's just finishing his last year of Secondary. We don't know.)

Honestly... I'm going to leave this at that for now, because for one thing the post got away from me a bit, and became longer than I expected, and for another thing, I've covered the majority of the first meeting and both of them getting off on the wrong foot.

In short:

Hattori arrived with an idea of slipping Shinichi into the event, and was offended and upset when someone was already in his place. He, being the loyal friend he is, wasn't willing to simply let it lie.

Instead of backing down and accepting the situation and make friends with the new detective - who Shinichi knew and was acting friendly with, and who was willing to befriend him - he let his bad mood get the better of him and made offensive remarks of his own, most of which to the others would seem entirely unwarranted.

Because of that, Hattori still has a bad opinion of Saguru, and Saguru's opinion of Hattori has gone from "my father's spoken of you [positively]" to "rude asshole."

Neither of them are innocent, but when you look at them individually and fairly, neither of them are the only one in the wrong, either.

Like... no wonder they don't get along from here on? Wow.

I did not expect there to be so much in it, but there we go.

[xoxochb]

please please please some extreme fluff with Leo and a daughter of Apollo! Like he sees you talking to your friends/siblings at the bonfire and he's just admiring the way you talk and how your face lights up when you smile! Thank you so much!

˗ˋ feeling lucky today, got the sunshine, could you tell me what more do I need? ˊ˗

warnings: literally none, although this is extreme tooth-rotting fluff, you may need to see a dentist

pairing: leo valdez x daughter of apollo

summary: the request has it all!!

A/N: I SCREAMED when I saw this omg omg!!! this is the cutest thing ever, I’m crying 😭🤍 also I apologize for this being longer than anticipated, I got carried away

she wore the scent of early spring on her delicate neck and every kiss I stole tasted of bright yellow flowers and buzzing bees.

- michael faudet

- ☀️ -

leo was in deep

at first he thought it was some silly crush, and it would go away after a few days

but he was wrong- very wrong

his love for you got greater every second he was with you, and seeing you now with the orange light of the bonfire illuminating onto your face was not helping

seeing you laugh- oh gods your laugh, he loved to take time out of his day to tell you a joke because it was truly heaven on earth hearing your laugh

and your smile radiated comfort and sunshine, he swore he could live without the sun if he could only have you

and he loved the way your face lit up when you talked about one of your interests, which he assumed was what you were speaking to one of your siblings about because your smile was brighter than the sun

and he loved it

he would do anything to see you smile

he also loved the way your hair fell into place like dominoes. If he didn’t know better he would’ve thought you were a daughter of aphrodite, because your beauty was unlike any others

lost in thought, he failed to realize you meeting his gaze from across the bonfire

you knew right then that you were in deep, and a crimson color quickly made its way to your cheeks

you saw his lovesick expression, and reminisced on all the times you had been with him, and they way he spoke with you, they way he looked at you, the things he made for you, and the way he treated you

yeah, you were definitely in love

you stood up from your seat, excusing yourself from the conversation, making your way over to him

when leo rejoined reality, he saw you making your way over to him. he also saw his hands sparking with flames

oh gods, not now! why now?

“hi leo!!” you beamed, taking a seat next to him

“hey y/n, what brings you here on this fine evening?” he asks, meeting your gaze yet again

“well, I finished a painting today, and since your my best friend, I wanted you to be the first to see it”

best friend

you cringed at your words. why couldn’t you just tell him you were madly in love? things would be so much easier

“oh- yeah, sure, of course! let’s go!” he exclaims, standing up, holding his hand out for you

and you’re quick to take it, intertwining hands, making your way to cabin seven

- ☀️ -

“alright, I left it on my bed, come see” you say, flipping up the light switch before quickly making your way to your bed, “here it is! how do you like it?”

leo averts his gaze from you to the artwork, a painting of a lake, the sun shining on it, trees- wait… he knows that spot, he would know that spot anywhere

it was where you first met

“it’s amazing! I love it! how long did it take?” he says turning towards you, but your gaze was already on him, so the space between you two was very small

a large grin makes its way to your face, “this morning. I woke up early, the lake always looks the best at sunrise” you whisper

“how long?” he asks again

“3 hours…” you break eye contact “for you. you’re always making things for me, I wanted to make something for you”

upon hearing those words he knew it was now or never so he closed the small distance, kissing you gently.

you stood in shock for a moment, unsure of what to do, but this was your crush, your best friend, you’ve been waiting ages for this, so you allowed him to wrap his arms around your waist, leaving yours to go up to his neck, deepening the kiss

he pulled away for a moment, “this was definitely worth the wait”

“idiot” you laugh and pull him back in for another kiss

[takes1]

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i’ll literally take anything u write atp that tsukki series was so fucking good that i literally put off studying for my finals to wait for ur updates instead 😭 i hope u know ur an excellent writer n wish u a very well day!!! 🤍🤍

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"Come on, dumbass- the bus is here," Iwaizumi reached out to grab Oikawa's wrist to keep him from lingering any longer at the entrance to the gym floor.

"Give me two seconds," Oikawa spat. He swatted away his teammate's attempt to haul him from his vantage point.

Iwaizumi sucked his teeth and muttered something under his breath.

For once, Oikawa didn't pay it any mind. He had to see you spike. He had to watch you win.

The ball spun up, perfect and slow for your setter- his clammy hands clenched at the soaked number on his jersey. You leaped up for it. He froze that moment in time, your perfect form, perfect body, perfect force, all sculpted for this sport you both loved and dedicated yourselves to. It was a frame he could worship until the end of time.

You gave a brutal and strong slam, clean and cutthroat, that connected to the linoleum on the other side of the court.

"YEAAAAHHHHH!!"

The cries of the audience, your team, a double whistle, and the pounding of his own heart for you filled his ears. He couldn't hear the reinforcements Iwaizumi had sent to drag him away so they could leave.

It didn't matter now.

None of them were in the mood to entertain his sensitivities, since they hadn't had as much luck as you against Karasuno.

That being said, he wasn't the only one who was happy the girl's team had managed to make it. It made their group jogging back to catch the bus just a bit less out-of-sorts.

Though his plan was to speak to you first thing that next morning about the match, it never worked that way.

You were the epitome of untouchable, surrounded by many friends and always smiling at something they said to you- he couldn't stomach the possibility of you not smiling at him the same way.

But you were magnetic; as soon as he gave up on the line he prepared for you, he would watch your perfect smile light up the room and have a brand-new, better one.

Yet, a mere, "Hey," Was all he could manage on his best days when your teams switched for practice, between his own admirers never leaving him alone, and your always-occupied attention.

He wasn't enough to catch your eye.

That alone stumped him, because he never had a problem with this before you.

There was a noisy little songbird outside the window, right next to him on the other side of the glass, practically egging him on.

His gaze flitted from the bird over to your desk for the final, innumerable time that class. The heavy head in his hand tilted, studying the way you played with your hair, in hopes to replicate it.

God, if you were his, you would never have to worry about brushing it. He'd be at your beck and call, anything you needed, he would search Heaven and Earth for it.

He sighed through his nose, hand over his mouth.

There was a pain in his eyes.

You copied the last few pieces from the textbook to your notes and brushed away some eraser marks from your desk. A steady, cute, focus on your brow.

The bell rang for lunch.

A fluttering of wings and the bird he was watching was far away now, soaring through the partly cloudy sky. He turned back to you and his heart sank.

There were already guys at your desk congratulating you on your win.

You grinned and mentioned your team's hard work, casual and cool, and took your lunch out as they walked away.

He couldn't let himself be forgotten. With a bit too much enthusiasm he stood and his chair scraped the floor, loud.

Only a few people turned to look and you were thankfully not one of them.

No time to think-- just going for it, he belted out at the side of your desk,

"I saw you win the match."

What the fuck did he just say?

You glanced up at him. He didn't mean to say that, exactly. He should've just said congrats. His face filled with struggle.

"Oh!" You wiped your mouth, "Yeah, I saw you guys walking out, I wanted to talk to you!"

He stumbled over his words, unable to think clearly enough to take a second to breathe, "Y-eah, the bus- was there--."

"The girls watched you guys, too. I'm sorry about what happened."

His face was starting to get warm, and just his luck, two of his most common groupies were stalking you with dark looks at the door. He was fumbling so bad. Of course you watched him lose.

You looked down for a moment, "That was a tough match."

In doing so, you remembered that monster serve that made you jump out of your seat.

You giggled, "Oh man, but that serve of yours!!"

His chest puffed up, filled with a newfound pride that mended every lackluster attempt he ever had at getting your attention.

"That was so fucking cool!"

Heat crept up his neck, goosebumps all over his arms so bad he had to cross them. He was blushing ear to ear.

A choked sound preceded his uneven voice, "You saw that?"

"Y-eaaah, I mean," He was making it worse already, but you were grinning up at him. How could he not keep trying to impress you?

"-They're better way better at practice, ya know."

"Oh, yeah?" An unwanted, deep voice egged on from his side.

He jumped away from Iwaizumi, whom he made plans to meet with for lunch, now standing with his arms crossed and an unimpressed brow line.

You both shared an amicable wave before he slapped a broad hand on the back of Oikawa's neck to direct him away and let you eat in peace.

It was arguably in his best interest, but Oikawa scrambled out of his grip as soon as he was in the hallway, pissed that he was abducted just as it was getting good.

"The fuck?" He snapped, rubbing the hot spot just under his hairline.

Iwaizumi, not about to tolerate his attitude like he did yesterday, rolled his eyes and shoved his hands in his pockets. He started walking towards their usual spot with a smirk that his friend couldn't see.

He called over his shoulder, "You should really tuck that, dude."

The few students in the hallway watched his back, some in amusement, some in carnal curiosity, as he panicked for a moment, faced a corner -beet red and muttering-, and did just so.

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[wonsohl]

sunset boulevard y.jw

PAIRING: crush!jungwon x admirer!reader

it was the summer holidays and your school hosted a camping trip for the juniors going into their last year of school - senior year.

this year the camping trip would be held at jeju island near the beach.

when the word got out that the trip would be held at jeju, everyone was screaming and jumping up and down out of excitement and so were you.

you ran home with the letter in your hand which was almost crumpled up from you gripping on to it so hard and barged through the door.

''ma! this year's camping trip for the juniors is at jeju island! can you even imagin-''

'woah there sweetie! speak slower the camping trip for the juniors is gonna be held where now?" she says whilst laughing at your goofyness

''jeju island ma! isn't that so exciting?"

'it sure is hun." she says as you hand over the letter to her with the biggest smile/ grin on your face

"can i go? pretty please? ill take care of our restaurant and do the dishes there for the whole week and even mop the floo-"

"y/n you can go! you don't have to do stuff out of your way to help me but a little help on saturday night would be good!"

"saturday?" you say taking of your school i.d and placing your coat on the coat hanger.

"whats the occasion ma?"

"mrs yang has a reserved dinner at our restaurant and i would look you to be their waitress - oh! and she has a boy in your year, yang jungwon?"

you eyes bulge out of their sockets when you hear his name.

yang jungwon.

hottest guy on earth.

cutest living organism.

THE most jaw dropping piece of art ever to be made.

"y/n? whats got to your mind, do you know yang jungwon?"

"o-oh yeah ma, he is in my classes" you say smiling back to your mom reassuring that you were okay.

"oh that's lovely! are you two friends?'

friends? yeah, no.

everyone knows you liked him ever since your ex bestfriend snaked on you to everyone in your year.

she even had the AUDACITY to tell her sister to spread around in the older years as well.

ever since you barely to talk to him and make any signs of communication knowing how awkward it would be.

you can't bare the sight of him but you still have that crush on him and from time to time when your zoning out in lessons and your teacher call you out for it, niki would have the gut to say -

'oh sir! she's day dreaming about jungwon!'

which would of course get everyone laughing and even the teacher.

jungwon would always look at you and you would avoid eye contact and just get flustered.

"u-uh we definitely know eachother ma!"

"just wonderful y/n! i also heard he is quite a charming one huh? why don't you start something? " she says laughing.

she wasn't lying he was definitely charming obviously but to speak to him after 10 months with not talking? that would be awkward.

"haha ma! your so funny, i should get back to my room and start doing some homework" excusing yourself from the very awkward situation whilst getting the letter back from the counter which was already signed by your mom.

you ran upstairs can close your door lightly but enough to hear the door slamming sound.

"what a weird child" your mom says

TIME SKIP | SATURDAY ⏰

one hour before jungwon came to your restaurant you hop out of the steaming shower and dried your hair and got change into your uniform and put on some makeup

"y/n! let's head out now"

you yell back a okay and do a few touches to your hair and put on some jewellery.

you run down the stairs almost tripping pick up your bag and throw in your headphones and a water bottle with a small bar and make your way out the door

you open the car door and slam it shut

"you look nice today your mom says" pushing past your hair to admire her beautiful child

you pause whilst doing your seatbelt and smile back to your mom

"thanks ma!" you say hoping she won't ask the reason you randomly decided to apply make up on.

you guys share awkward glances before she puts on the radio and you text your friends

eunji 🦋: y/n how is the whole jungwon restaurant fiasco? 👀

you: girl i just got in my car and i my mom is blasting country music

minhee 🐈: did you put on the make up i bought you for your birthday?? 😊😊 (say yes rn before i storm in to that restaurant and put it on for you)

you: dayum girl dw i did and i think i did it good lemme show you it *insert pic of you

eunji 🦋: BRO IF I WAS JUNGWON I WOULD GO ON MY KNEES AND PULL OUT A RING

minhee 🐈: FFRRR Y/N WEAR THIS TO SCHOOL AND YOU MIGHT AS WELL PULL THE WHOLE POPULATION OF THE SCHOOL ATP 🤤

eunji 🦋: ↳ minhee 🐈: INCLUDING THE GIRLS AS WELL

minhee 🐈: ↳ eunji 🦋: EXACTLY TELL US HOW EVERYTHING GOES!!!

you laugh at how funny your friends are and your mom notices it.

"sweetie get out all your laughs and goofynees now because we are here"

those words repeat in your head

we.

are.

here.

the past four nights have been sleepless because of today and here you are

you nod to your mom and quickly type something in the groupchat

you: YEA YEA IM HERE NOW SO I GTG BYEE

you get out of the car and put some lip balm on and run your hand through your hair

you barely work and your mom's restaurant because of how many workers there are but it looks like her waiter went on holiday the perfect time jungwon's parents reserved a table.

the time was 6:11 PM and jungwon's family was coming at 6:15 PM

you run to the bathroom lock yourself in their and practice your welcomings to your costumers.

"hello! welcome to ma's kitchen, the best in gwangdo! what's on your plate today?"

no thats to enthusiastic

"hey peeps! welcome to ma's kitchen, wanna dine in?"

ew, if was the costumer i would laugh right in my face

"hello~! welcome to ma's kitchen. what would you like to orde-

a knock from the bathroom's door interrupts you and touch up your makeup and leave.

"your mom would like you to greet the costumers in since the yang family will be coming here

she checks her watch

"now"

you bow down and say thank you before heading your way to the desk near the enterance.

you where on your phone tapping through people's story when you hear the entrance bell ring.

you drop your phone on the desk and make your way to the entrance to see jungwon and his family.

"oh my! y/n baby~ your so tall and your so pretty you look so grown as well!" she says cupping your face as you laugh it off

you could see mr yang and jungwon staring at you two but mr yang's glare was much more softer than jungwon's

did i do something wrong? you thought

you hand them the menu and bring them towards their seats

"would you like to order any drinks for now?"

mr yang nods his heads "yes, can i get 2 beers for the olders and jungwon?

can i get some sprite?"

you nod but you only look at mr yang

"so 2 beers and 1 sprite?"

this time you look at all three of them for their confirmation and they say yes

you smile back and leave the table and make your way too the bartender

'hajun, i need two beers and one spirte please' you say handing him over the piece of paper

'coming right up' he says snatching the peice of paper as you head back to the desk greeting the other guess as today was the weekend meaning lots of costumers would be coming in today

as you greet the next costumer you see a familiar face

kang seola

the one who snaked on you to the whole year and the year above

yeah no chance you were serving her, on top of that allowing her to enter your mom's restaurant

she was with a few other friends who weren't from your school as you couldn't recognise their faces

you had to options

A) choose to serve them and get the money you needed for your ' pay check' - didn't benefit you

B) slam the door on their faces and put them on the restaurants blacklist - definitely benefitted you

or

C) get another waitress to serve them - benefitted you/ but wasn't better than option B

'hello welcome to ma's restaurant, please wait here for another waiter to serve you shortly' you say smiling at them sarcastically whilst tellin a waiter to serve them

you go up to the bartender who hands you the drinks that jungwon and his family ordered and you make your way there

you hand them their drinks and they say thank you one by one

'another waiter will come around to serve you your food, sorry for the delay today is very hetic' you say as you hand out the menus and bow down as an apology

'oh no darling it's okay! were just having a chat take your time hun' says mrs yang patting your shoulder reassuring you that they don't mind the wait.

you smile back and make your way to the desk again when you feel a water get splash all over your uniform

your top is drenched in liquid and the glass shattered all over the floor near your once dry shoes

you look up to see seola and her friends laughing sheepishly as stare at you innocently

"oops i spilt something, be a good waiter and clean it up''

you wanted to shout at her so bad but you couldn't as it would freak the costumers and that was the last thing you wanted to happen for your mom and her business

you sigh and get on your knees swooping up the broken glass shards and individually placing them into a paper bag to later throw away

you could hear her taking photos of you from the loud shutter sound from her phone

you feel your eyes brimming with tears as your vision gets blurry when you feel the hand of someone else help you collect the shards

it was jungwon

you look at him but he's too busy collecting the remaining glass shards and after he's done he scoops it in a bag and gives it to you

of course you had a crush on him for a reason but today it felt like you got a crush on him for a second time

his hair was slightly ruffled , long enough to cover his perfect eyes and his choice of style is so cliché but it suits him so much

you can't help yourself but blush from jungwon's sudden action as you stood up to put the bags that was full broken glass to the dustbin outside of your restaurant

you could hear footsteps following you so looked behind to see jungwon following you from behing with his hands formed into a little bowl carrying some broken glass that was left behind

"uh jungwon! aren't you hands bleeding from the broken glass? I don't think you should be holding on to them you could get scars?" you say quickly placing the bags on to the pavement floor an rushing over to jungwon with one of your peppa pig plasters to cover the big scar on his palm

once done you collect the broken glass bags from jungwon's hand and throw them into the bin along with the trash bin with all your might

you turn around to see jungwon staring at you, you feel abit embarrassed to see your life long crush see you do all that whilst looking like a mess

'y/n i wan-'

jungwon gets cut of by the slam of the back door being pushed open

'oh y/n! are you hurt sweetie? i should've of known that those girls that were coming in were eunji and her mean group!'

'mom i'm oka-'

'look at the state of you! you should go home and get pack for that trip you have with your school, just take care of yourself and freshen up okay?'

says your mom cupping your cheeks whilst bringing you inside leaving jungwon outside by himself

your mom helps you take of the apron and sends you to the changing room whilst she calls your sister to come pick you up

after getting changed you make your way out from the staff entrance waiting for your sister to arrive whilst scrolling through your phone when you hear your mom bid goodbye to mr and mrs yang

'thank you so much for coming in! i would love too see you guys again soon!'

'nonsense! thank you for the amazing company and food! see us as a frequent customer' mr yang says mrs yang laughs with him.

'y/n! come here and say goodbye to our customers properly!' your mom says putting the attention on you as your make your way to them

'thank you for coming' you say bowing down to jungwon's parents whilst making eye contact with jungwon in between

'wow your daughter is so pretty!' says mrs yang turning around to look jungwon

'y/n perhaps are you going to the camping trip? ' says mrs yang whilst patting down jungwon

'oh uh , yes i am' you say with a hint of confusion in your tone

'do you reckon you can look after jungwon?i don't trust him by himself for so long, please make sure he eats properly there!'

'mom' says jungwon irritated at her comment

'jungwon, your mother is trying to help you out son! plus, y/n looks mature enough to take care of you!' says jungwon's mum hitting his arm playfully

'don't worry mrs yang, my daughter will take care of your handsome son' your mom says smiling back at them

they continue to talk until your sister comes to pick you up in her car

'take care y/n, thank you for serving us today' says mr yang smiling at you as your mom opens the door

'thank you, bye mr and mrs yang - bye jungwon, bye mum!' you say waving from the window

⏰ DAY OF SKL TRIP

'y/n i don't now how you managed to be so calm with her acting like that' eunji says still annoyed at the fact that seola would do that

'trust me i bet she wasn't but mr lover boy was there so she had to be all mysterious' minhee laughs will saying it

'okay that's true but if he wasn't i would've dragged her out of that restaurant myself'

'yeah yeah'

'mhm of course you deffo would've'

eunji and minhee tease you for a bit before leaving the bathroom and going to the coach

'okay everyone i will list your partners recommended by your own parents' says your teacher

everyone bursts into whines and moans

'wait recommended by our parents, that means i'm gonna be with seungji' eunji throws a tantrum knowing she's not gonna sit next to her own twin brother for 6-7 hours straight

'HELL NAH IM GONNA SIT NEXT TOO MY NEIGHBOUR' minhee receives a message from her dad saying she's sitting with her neighbour's emo kid

'wait guys i might have to sit with jungwon'

you starts panicking remembering what his mother said

'oh shit, good luck then' eunji dashes off and minhee follows screaming

'better not mess up!'

eunji and minhee were in a different coach so you had to wait for jungwon to come on the coach with you

you start panicking

god this is so awkward

what were you going to do, either way you would’ve had to sit in a packed coach with jungwon for at least 3 hours

you prayed and prayerd that you could be there before him

but i guess your prayers didn’t work

jungwon was standing at the coach on his phone almost as if waiting for someone

waiting for you

‘jungwon, hi!’

you say running over

‘sorry for being so late, i guess i got caught up with something’

he laughs abit and puts his phone in his back pocket

‘it’s okay, let’s hop on the coach, im pretty sure all the good seats are left’

you guys quickly scramble on the coach squeezing through the tight path in the middle of the coach

‘look y/n, over there’

he points to some seats at the back of the bus - ish

there not the best seats but they are the only ones left

you quickly waddle over and take a seat near the window, jungwon following right behind

you put your headphones in settle in, cancelling the loud shouts of your classmates

jungwon goes on his phone and you can’t help glancing over

‘if you want anything you can just tap me’

‘thanks jungwon,will do!’

you say quickly and lean your head against the window closing your eyes hoping for the ride to go smoothly

you also can’t stop thinking about jungwon being right next to you but you start noticing your eyes getting heavier and heavier

you fall asleep but dream about the camping trip ahead

a/n: AHHH OMG IM BACK WADDA 🫡🫡 skl has been so stressful but dw guys the actual camp trip thingy will be out soon (hopefully 🤗🤗) I get tired so easily and sometimes forget i have a tumblr acc anyway bye bye - 4 now 👹👹

[skywalker1dream]

bound together by destiny

note: ehh don't know what to say...hope you have good day or night, drink water and eat healthy, loves :3

Jenson Button x reader, childhood friends to lovers

warning: fluff

In the small town, where the rolling hills kissed the sky and the rivers whispered secrets to the wind, Jenson Button and You were inseparable. From the moment you two met on the playground, your friendship ignited like a spark in the darkness, illuminating your lives with laughter and shared adventures.

As you two grew older, your bond only deepened, weaving through the fabric of your existence like an unbreakable thread. Jenson, with his passion for speed and adrenaline, found solace in your steady presence, a beacon of light in a world of uncertainty.

It was on a warm summer evening, with the scent of wildflowers lingering in the air and the distant chirping of crickets serenading the night, that everything changed. Jenson and you found yourselves sitting by the riverbank, the waters reflecting the myriad hues of the setting sun like a kaleidoscope of dreams.

As Chris Isaak's "Wicked Game" played softly on the radio, Jenson turned to you, his eyes shimmering with a vulnerability he had never dared to reveal before. "Do you ever wonder what might have been?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

you felt their heart skip a beat, the weight of Jenson's words hanging heavy in the air. "Sometimes," you admitted, your voice tinged with a mixture of longing and regret.

In that moment, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the landscape, Jenson reached out, his hand seeking yours in the dwindling light. "I've spent my whole life chasing after dreams," he confessed, his voice raw with emotion. "But the one thing I've always wanted has been right here beside me all along."

your breath caught in your throat, the realisation dawning upon you like the first light of dawn. Could it be that the feelings you harboured for Jenson ran deeper than friendship?

With trembling hands and hearts laid bare, you two leaned in, your lips meeting in a tender kiss that spoke volumes of years of unspoken longing. In that moment, as the world faded away and you two were left with nothing but the beating of your hearts and the rush of the river beside you, Jenson and you knew that your bond was stronger than any force on earth.

For in each other's arms, they found not only love but also the courage to chase after the most precious dream of all: the dream of a future together. And as they watched the stars twinkle overhead, they knew that no matter where life took them, their love would always burn bright, like a guiding light in the darkness.

As the moon ascended in the indigo sky, casting its gentle glow upon the world below, Jenson and you sat in quiet reverence, your fingers intertwined, your hearts entwined in the delicate dance of love.

"I never want to let this moment go," Jenson murmured, his voice a soft caress against your ear.

"Nor I," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. "For in this moment, I have found everything I've ever longed for."

Their words hung in the air like a vow, sealing their hearts together in an unbreakable bond. In that sacred space by the riverbank, they shared dreams and aspirations, fears and insecurities, laying bare their souls to one another with a vulnerability that transcended words.

As the night wore on and the stars danced in the heavens above, Jenson and you found yourselves lost in a world of your own making, where time stood still and the worries of tomorrow faded into insignificance. It was a moment of pure magic, a symphony of love played out beneath the vast expanse of the night sky.

And as the first light of dawn painted the horizon in shades of pink and gold, Jenson and you knew that journey together had only just begun.

For in each other's arms, they had found not only solace but also the courage to embrace the unknown, hand in hand, hearts beating as one.

With the promise of a new day dawning on the horizon, they rose from their secluded spot by the riverbank, ready to face whatever the future held, knowing that as long as they had each other, they could overcome any obstacle that dared stand in their way.

And as they walked hand in hand into the sunrise, their hearts brimming with love and hope, they knew that theirs was a story written in the stars, a tale of two souls bound together by destiny, destined to journey through life as partners, lovers, and friends, forevermore.

[findyourrp]

looking for possibly just a couple more plots to be written over discord in private servers. mxm is currently what i’m interested in, i have a few male oc’s i’m interested in using and a list of faceclaims at the ready to make new muses, also open to suggestions.

some things you ought to know are i WILL fall in love with our plot, our characters, and i will constantly spill out headcanons and au ideas. i get excited about it all. be prepared to see pinterest boards, tiktoks, pictures, songs, all in the name of our muses. i can write a smaller amount or i can surpass discords nitro limit and then some, just depends on my writing partners and the scene we’re creating. i’m early 30s, enby, and would prefer writing with people 25+ but open to 21+. muses should be 21+ at minimum. older muses are always welcome and encouraged. i don’t fade to black for nsfw, but i do have limits and want to hear yours.

things i’m interested in: knights in a heated rivalry, something inspired by the idea of you with a celeb and a non celeb with or without an age gap, a vampire reuniting with their human ex, childhood friends realizing they’re interested in each other at the worst possible timing, two celebrities navigating a pr relationship, reincarnation, enemies to lovers, single parent navigating the dating scene, something loosely inspired by red white and royal blue, a demon using their pact with a human for a vacation on earth, falling in love with your partner/exes family member, angst and drama, hurt and comfort, your ideas!! i’m open to quite a bit, just make sure it’s a give and take on effort as well as ideas. 🗡️

like this and i’ll find you.

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[transmascswagpolls]

Transmasc Swag Polls- ROUND 1

Propaganda and other info under the cut.

CANONICITY LEVELS-

BOW: Subtext/ Coded (liked by the creator, but he has stated that he won't confirm anything because retroactively making something canon makes him uncomfortable) DIRK: Subtext/ Coded (so heavily that the author tried- and failed- to kill the headcanon in extended media)

MEDIA? She-Ra and the Princesses of Power, Homestuck (and other related media) BOW PROPAGANDA- He's shown bathing in something that looks a lot like a binder, is included in the princesses group as the only man* and there's a whole episode that is constructed as a coming out allegory- Bow has to tell his dads he's a warrior and not a researcher/historian and has been lying to them about what he's been up to. The creator has stated he didn't intend for Bow to be read as trans but does like the headcanon. *Seahawk is also there but more as support to Mermista, Bow is integrated in the group from the beginning and even points out how "he's the only one here who's not a princess". He's one of the coolest characters and a great inventor, archer and best friend of Glimmer and Adora. Bow is such a great example of healthy masculinity, always ready to defend people in need but never aggressive or confrontational. His love of short shirts is so iconic he even cut his space suit to show off a bit of his belly- we love a guy dedicated to his fashion sense. DIRK PROPAGANDA- One of the last two humans on earth, the only source of how to be a human for the first like, ten years of his life until he meets Roxy is all the shit his Bro left for him and the archive of the internet. He decides he's not a fan of all the shit that's considered "girly" in the 2010s and 2020s bc he wants to be just like his Bro, so he's transmasc not bc of societal expectations but bc that's just what he's comfortable with. [Pollrunner's Note: I will not even pretend that I'm not biased here. Dirk is the character that cracked my egg so hard that I couldn't deny that I was trans anymore. He's a canonically gay boy handled with an extreme amount of grace in an era of media where that was completely unheard of, retroactively making one of the most popular and masculine adults in the entire comic gay as well, since it is revealed that they are one and the same. There's an entire passage in the comic in his and Roxy's introductions joking about chromosomes, textually making an observation that he and Roxy are in a 'reverse adam and eve situation'. He cares so, so much about his friends but is incapable of expressing those feelings because he's afraid that by his very nature as a person that he is both corrupting them and doesn't deserve them. Dirk's story has a lot to do with abuse, emotional neglect, and what it means to feel like you're fundamentally a bad person but living every day trying to break that cycle regardless. Textually he was based off of (accidentally and then later an intentional deconstruction of) Gurren Lagann's Kamina, a character I have described as the "platonic ideal of masculinity". The way he was written in postcanon lead to feelings so strong that I ended up having a conversation known as the "Dirk Rant" that my brother claims "changed the way he viewed media forever". He is THE transmasc blorbo of all time to a majority of the Homestuck fandom.]

[b4kuch1n]

fuck it sk8 sketches from da sketchbook. get sk8ed idiot

[front-facing-pokemon]

[baldofawesome]

some portal gijinkas or. whatever the word is!

theyre a few weeks old and i'd def want to redraw alot of these i used the same fucking pose for two characters (poses are hard ok) but i still like em. i think i jsut specifically want to redraw virgils idk why i always have trouble drawing him 💀💀💀💀

glados was there for each one bc i wanted sizing consistensy but i ended up just. forgetting to follow that so ignore her and ignore the heights of the other two sheets....

some other art god im so tired . omg i need to make a new grady sheet omggggggg