#like why do they force me to take this class

[junislqve]

── 𝑪LICHES

𝐯. enhypen hyung line as cliché tropes.

( 𝒘ordcount ) 800 — pairings hyung!line x reader content fluff angst petnames kissing soobin is mentioned

🫧 wrote this on the plane at one am .. reblog if you enjoy ! new layout .. again

✧ LEE HEESEUNG

— brother’s best friend

“let me spoil you, babe”

you’ve known heeseung for some time. he’s always been a clone of your brother’s ever since you were in middle school.

you barely interacted with him back then, not really minding him much. that was until you got to reconnect with him once you got into your brother’s university.

heeseung was a completely different person from the one you knew. his features were so defined and he was really good-looking. he willingly showed you around the campus as well, much to your surprise.

you and your brother were close, but because he was a few years older and your parents being busy all the time, you were forced to be independent. after heeseung came into your life, however, he would spoil you rotten.

your hands weren’t allowed to touch a car handle and whatever you looked at he would buy you it. he loved to take care of you, he knew even if you liked to do most things alone, you needed someone to be there for you every once in a while.

sweetest and most considerate boyfriend, he loves pampering you so much. cuddling you after a bad day, his hand patting your head soothingly. peppering kisses all over your face.

✧ PARK JONGSEONG

— ceo x assistant

jay’s life had never been as boring as it was. it was all meetings, paperwork, meetings, paperwork, meetings.. and so on. this was a loophole he’d been living in for as long as he could remember.

when you applied for the job, he paid barely any mind to you. he was always holed up in his room signing paper over paper, so really, he didn’t have time to care for his new assistants.

of course, that was until he realized every morning you’d serve him coffee. sometimes even a small sandwhich.

he never bothered to get breakfast, his mornings always too hectic to care about stopping by anywhere and getting a meal.

asked you out to a ‘work’ dinner one day, his face as stoic as ever. what you didn’t know was that his heart was going a thousand miles per hour.

during the meal, he was a completely different person than what your co-workers made him out to be. he was kind, sweet and really funny. a gentleman, if anything.

he paid for the food waving off your complaints, saying he was the one who invited you so it was only fair.

“how about same time, next week?” he says with a shy grin.

✧ SIM JAEYUN

— exes to lovers

jake is not over you. it had been months ever since you broke it off making up an excuse on why the relationship was never going to work out.

in truth, jake was the best boyfriend you could’ve asked for. he was considerate, kind, charming and really cute. he’s polite with elders, he gets good grades, he was always there for you.

so that begs the question, why did you break up with him? simple, you felt he deserves better. at that time you felt it was the best for both of you.

he once told you about his dreams for college and maybe it was because you didn’t know what you wanted to be yet, or it was because you listened about how amazing he wanted to be and how you wanted an average life, but you couldn’t get it out of your head.

yet now, 7 months after the break up, here he stands, in front of your door, holding a bouqet and a plushie.

“happy valentines day”

“jake” you trail off.

“please” he paused, gazing at you so lovingly you almost caved, “let me be your boyfriend again”

✧ PARK SUNGHOON

— rivals to lovers

you annoyed sunghoon. he was never the type of person who got irked by annoying students that easy, but you did.

he didn’t like how your smug smirk grew everytime you got answer right before he did, or how you were starting to be top of the class despite being a new student.

sunghoon never really minded his rank, knowing he would be the first each time in a grade full of athletes and lazy people, he doubt anyone was going to pass him. it had been like that for forever.

when you appeared suddenly and stride in with that pretty face and perfect posture, he sensed something would change.

somewhere in between the narrow looks and the sneers you gave each other, sunghoon found himself sneering more whenever he heard you laughing with another guy.

“so buddy-buddy with soobin now, are you?” he scoffs.

“jealous?”

“what if i am?” he stops you by grabbing your sleeve, walking closer to you. he fighre towering over yours, “i’m better than him, no?”

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[aurumacadicus]

Anyway I saw a commercial where Don Cheadle runs a speakeasy.

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"Tony, my bar is opening tonight and my piano player has food poisoning," Jim stated when he found him in the living room of his penthouse, watching a basketball game.

Tony blinked at him, shoving a handful of chips into his mouth. "I can flush him with Pedialyte?"

"This isn't college. Also I already left him a case and a credit card in case his girlfriend has to take him to get an IV," Jim answered with a blasé shrug. He reached over the back of the couch to grab his hair and give him a gentle shake. "I understand you're still reeling from your breakup but I need a favor. You must have dated at least one person who can play jazz on the piano."

"Stop wobbling me I'm full of chips," Tony grumbled, lifting his hand to slap Jim's arm. "And no, I didn't. I'm the piano player in my relationships."

Jim paused, then began shaking him with more fervor. "HOW COME YOU NEVER PLAYED FOR ME."

"There wasn't a piano in our dorm I will throw up on you," Tony snapped, smacking his arm again. "Also??? I was adorable in school I would have hogged all the girls."

"It's so annoying that you're right," Jim huffed, allowing himself to be brushed off. He looked around the penthouse, then pointed at the piano next to the window, which he'd always thought was just there either to impress Tony's dates or because rich people just owned pianos. "Show me what you can do."

"I don't want to go to your speakeasy opening," Tony complained, even as he stood and brushed his hands off on his sweatpants. "I want to wallow in finding my ex-boyfriend fucking my ex-girlfriend in my bed. I was supposed to propose tonight. You're getting George Gershwin."

"Oh no," Jim deadpanned. "A way to get your mind off of that guy I hated anyway while getting me to owe you a favor."

Tony paused, slanting him a look out of the corner of his eye. His fingers hovered over the piano keys. "...You'll owe me a favor?" he repeated.

"A big one," Jim confirmed, and couldn't help a relieved smile as Tony's fingers danced along the keys in response, Rhapsody in Blue vibrating out from the piano's body. "Wear that pinstripe number. You'll never have to buy yourself a drink."

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Most of the patrons were by invite. Jim had wanted to show the place off to his friends first, now that it was finished. A themed bar wasn't the safest bet in any economy, and he wanted them to be able to enjoy it before he had to start stressing about finances. And military people never needed an excuse to drink.

Tony's favor had involved inviting a few of his rich friends, though, and with the selfies Janet Van Dyne and Johnny Storm were posting online, Jim figured he'd be set for a few years, especially when Jan grabbed his hands and sparkled at him about how she'd be coming at least once a week to show off new flapper dresses. (He was still unsure as to how she "sparkled" at him, but it was an adjective he'd gotten from Tony and it was the only really apt one.) They kept dropping fifties in the tip jar, too, which only made his bartenders more cheerful and willing to act in their roles.

Luckily, the higher class clientele were balanced out with Jim's pals from the military. Carol and Maria had already said their goodbyes (Monica had an event early the next morning) but as the air force left, the army rolled in, and he welcomed the Howling Commandoes in with only a little teasing.

"Jim," Natasha said, appearing beside him between one breath and another, despite the beads on her dress tinkling musically with each step. "Why is Bucky lying to people that his food poisoning miraculously ended. And why did he give me five hundred dollars to shut up about him not having food poisoning."

Jim sighed. He should have known that Bucky would have gotten dragged here regardless of his "illness" with friends like the Commandoes. "I needed to get Tony out of the house but I knew he'd only do it if I needed help. Today was the first time he showered in a week."

"I see. Well, I've just gotten May and Happy together," Natasha said ominously. "And Pepper is well on her way to realizing Phil is asking her out. I could use a new project. Steve is also single."

"I really don't want Tony dating right after he found his cheating ex-boyfriend in his bed with someone else," Jim began.

"Don't worry, Steve is stupidly loyal even to people he's not dating and will punch Tiberius Stone in the teeth if he ever sees him," Natasha assured him, and floated halfway across the room as Jim gave her an astonished blink.

Well. Jim couldn't say he didn't want to see that. He drifted over to the piano, where Tony was still diligently playing Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong and Jelly Roll Morton. "You need a break, bud? You've been playing for two hours straight."

"Rhodey," Tony slurred happily, and it made Jim suddenly aware of the rows of martini glasses on the side of the piano. "This is so much fun. Is it okay if my tips go to charity. I can't feel my hands."

Bucky appeared a moment later, cheerfully shouldering him aside. "I'll take over, fella," he said, giving Jim a wink, and hip-checked Tony off of the piano bench and directly into Jim's arms.

"Was that hot or am I sad and drunk?" Tony asked. He squinted at Bucky blearily. "Am I sad and looking for anything to be hot. Or was that actually hot."

Reluctantly, Jim answered, "No, it was hot, but Bucky's taken." He pulled Tony's arm over his shoulders. "Let's get some water in you, okay?"

"Okay but I promised Jan I'd play her out because of drama and panache," Tony wobbled, allowing Jim to tow him over to the dark, moody sitting area. "Is this a secret door? Oh my God yay," he added as Jim pulled a bookcase open to reveal a back room where he could rest without excitement.

Jim had intended for it to be a room for private parties, but letting his friends sober up in it tonight would be fine, probably. Especially if Tony was going to be drunk and cute about it. "What is Jan going to have you play?"

"'Let's Misbehave,'" Tony slurred, and Jim sighed fondly, because of course she was.

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One Hell of a Love (Book 3) Chapter Five

Sebastian Michaelis x Demon! Reader

Chapter Five: One Hell of an Inquiry

Summary: The investigation continues, and Sebastian and (Y/N) have to amuse themselves while the case stalls.

            “I offer you this pledge and ask that you be my drudge, Ciel Phantomhive.”

            “I humbly accept.”

            The plan had worked. Ciel was one step closer to the P4 and discovering the inner workings of Weston College—secrets and all.

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            Ciel groaned as he collapsed in the armchair in Sebastian’s office. The entire day he’d been mobbed by classmates that were impressed with how quickly he became Clayton’s drudge.

            “I feel like I’ve become an opera singer or something,” he sighed.

            Sebastian chuckled. “Your masterful performances here have been quite splendid as of late. Why not continue in this fashion and aim to be an actor instead?”

            “If you’re in the mood to make cutting remarks, I’m ready for you,” grumbled Ciel.

            “Far from it!” Sebastian smiled brightly. “I was offering you my heartfelt praise.”

            “That’s even worse!” exclaimed Ciel.

            “Well, you did play the P4 perfectly. It seems they cannot resist dealing out justice and seeing someone act honorably,” said (Y/N). Their lips quirked upward in a smirk. “What an exploitable weakness.”

            “And yet I am nowhere closer to my ultimate goal,” said Ciel, frustrated. “The Queen’s orders were that I investigate the reasons why a number of students, including her blood relationship Derrick Arden, have shut themselves up in this school and broken off all contact with the outside world.”

            “However, we have not been able to lay eyes on them,” said Sebastian.

            “No, not a single one,” said (Y/N). Their nose twitched. “This situation clearly has more to it than we’ve seen.”

            Ciel nodded. “I thought I’d compel them to return home by force, but the Queen bade me to simply ‘investigate the reasons why.’ Most definitely, she is aware that this situation is not the result of youthful rebellion on the part of the students. As (Y/N) said, something peculiar is going on at this school.” He leaned back with a grumble. “However, the school is enslaved to its own rules, and I can’t even make the necessary inquiries. It’s like I’m a prisoner!”

            “But is that not why you re attempting to get into the good graces of the prefects, the keepers of the rules, Young Master?” remarked Sebastian as he poured tea for Ciel and (Y/N). “And by employing much more peaceful methods than usual as well.”

            (Y/N) smothered a chuckle as they took a sip of tea. Ciel fought off an irk mark.

            “True, but I’m still only the drudge of the prefect’s drudge,” said Ciel. “In my position, I can’t take part in the ‘Midnight Tea Party’ hosted by the Headmaster.”

            (Y/N) nodded. They had heard about the Tea Party, and it was clearly prestigious and secretive. Because they had not been able to make any contact with the Headmaster, they absolutely needed to as soon as possible. His absence was suspicious,

            “It would seem you still have a long road ahead,” said (Y/N).

            “At least I’ve finally made it into the P4 Entourage,” said Ciel. “I’ll try sounding out the P4 directly about Derrick.”

            “Yes,” said Sebastian, nodding. “And in all likelihood, the most useful information lies with the house into which Lord Derrick was transferred.”

            “Violet Wolf,” agreed (Y/N). “And it’s prefect, Gregory Violet.”

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            “Housemaster Michaelis, Housemaster Noir,” said a fellow housemaster, approaching the pair as they were grading assignments from their classes. “How are you?”

            “We’re doing very well,” said (Y/N) pleasantly, smiling.

            “Merely getting some work done,” said Sebastian.

            “Excellent!” said the housemaster, nodding to them. “I just wanted to say good luck this year. It will be your first time assisting with coaching the Interhouse Cricket Tournament.”

            “Yes, it is,” said (Y/N). Sebastian and they had made sure to do their research on such activities so that they were prepared for all their duties as housemasters.

            “And Sapphire Owl never wins—or, almost never—so, good luck,” said the housemaster. He smiled cheerfully. “It’s still good fun!” He nodded to them and walked off.

            (Y/N) hummed and tilted their head. “This could be useful…”

            “Indeed?” remarked Sebastian, prompting them to continue.

            They smirked. “You saw the rules—the most valuable player of the tournament is invited to the Midnight Tea Party.”

            Sebastian smirked, teeth flashing like a predator ready to lunge. “Precisely the opportunity we need.”

            (Y/N) sighed. “The only problem with the tournament is that outsiders are invited to the celebrations before and after, and that means the Midfords will be present.”

            Sebastian grimaced. Francis in particular was a force to be reckoned with, even for him, and he’d prefer to avoid her. Additionally…they could recognize (Y/N) and Sebastion. Hopefully, she’d see that they were there on duty with Ciel and refrain from identifying them…

            (Y/N) sighed. “As long as Lady Midford or Marquess Midford are kept from speaking up by Marchioness Midford, we should be alright…” They frowned. “However, if I’m caught dressing like a man, that could prove confusing.”

            “More likely, they’ll all be beguiled by your good looks,” said Sebastian.

            (Y/N) gave him a deadpan look. “Unlikely in the case of Marchioness Midford.”

            “However, she recognizes when the Queen’s Guard Dog is at work, so she’ll likely overlook the supposed ‘impropriety,’ ” said Sebastian.

            (Y/N) nodded. Fortunately, that was the turn recognition would likely take.

            “For now, we should focus on gathering information,” said Sebastian. “If we can, we could discover why Arden and the other students were transferred.”

            “And where the Headmaster is,” agreed (Y/N).

            “I shall inquire with Vice Headmaster Agares,” said Sebastian, rising from his chair.

            “Then I shall inquire with the other Headmasters,” said (Y/N), standing.

            “Shall we reconvene later?” said Sebastian, raising a brow and smirking.

            “To share our discoveries or for something else?” said (Y/N), eyes filled with amusement.

            “Why not both?” teased Sebastian.

            (Y/N) chuckled. “Insatiable demon,” they said.

            “Tempting darling,” returned Sebastian.

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            “Derrick Arden?” repeated Agares.

            “Yes. I am worried because he has failed to attend classes for some time,” said Sebastian, smiling pleasantly.

            “You even extend your concern to the students of other houses, do you?” said Agares.

            “The house in which a student resides is of no import to me,” said Sebastian.

            “He was an excellent student,” said Agares.

            “Oh? Then why was his house assignment changed?” said Sebastian.

            “I don’t know. It was the Headmaster’s decision,” said Agares, formal and voice unvaried as ever.

            “Perhaps his truancy can be attributed to the shock of the transfer?” suggested Sebastian.

            “I could not say,” said Agares. “It was the Headmaster’s decision—”

            Agares tripped and fell down the stairs. Even Sebastian jumped at the sudden tumble.

            “Mr. Agares?” he said in surprise. He moved down the stairs after Agares. “Are you alright?”

            “Forgive me, forgive me, forgive me,” said Agares. Blood dripped from beneath his cap.

            “Shall I take you to the infirmary?” said Sebastian, assisting him to his feet. He paused as he smelled the blood and sensed something strange within it. He narrowed his eyes. Undoubtedly, something was going on at this school, and everyone was hiding it.

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            “How unfortunate that I cannot find Arden,” said (Y/N), sighing as they shook their head. “I worry that he is falling behind on his studies.”

            The housemaster they spoke to averted his eyes from theirs. “The Headmaster always makes the best decision for students.” He smiled. “Though your worry is commendable.”

            (Y/N) smiled, and the housemaster looked away as he looked at the attractive person before him. “Well, thank you for trying to help,” they said. “I am so glad to know that other housemasters are worried for students at Weston College.” They smirked. “They only hire the best, after all.”

            “Y-Yes,” said the housemaster, fighting off nervous red cheeks.

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            (Y/N) entered the library in the dead of night, and instantly, someone appeared behind them and wrapped a hand around their waist while closing the door.

            “Hello, darling,” said Sebastian.

            “My love, we have a job to do first,” said (Y/N), smiling and rolling their eyes. “Did you discover anything from Mr. Agares?”

            “No,” said Sebastian, trailing one hand up (Y/N)’s body to their chin. He tilted their head back and kissed them. “He insisted it was the Headmaster’s decision, and that was all.”

            “The housemasters I spoke to said the same,” said (Y/N), kissing him again.

            “Hm,” said Sebastian, pushing aside the collar of (Y/N)’s robes to kiss their neck. “I did sense something strange with Mr. Agares, however.”

            “Oh?” hummed (Y/N), sighing as he kissed them.

            They lifted a hand and laced their fingers through his hair. With his hand around their waist keeping them flush against him and their hand keeping his head close, if they were found, it would be quite the intimate picture.

            “His blood…It is different than a regular human’s,” said Sebastian.

            “How odd. So many layers to this mystery,” said (Y/N), eyes closing as Sebastian’s hand on their waist trailed up.

            “I think there are other layers to concern yourself with,” said Sebastian, pulling (Y/N)’s robes from their shoulders.

            “Indeed,” said (Y/N), smirking and arching back into him. They pulled his collar open and kissed his neck. “Yours.”

            Sebastian smirked positively devilishly and spun them around to devour their lips in a kiss. (Y/N) eagerly kissed him back, reaching up and using the cross around his neck to pull him closer.

            Sebastian groaned at the roughness. Oh, how he loved Felis.

            (Y/N) smirked against his lips before kissing him again. They truly loved Corvus, every aspect of him.

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            (Y/N) brushed the dust from Sebastian’s robes, and he rebuttoned their shirt, hands trailing on their skin as he did.

            “Corvus,” said (Y/N), rolling their eyes with a smirk.

            “Felis,” said Sebastian playfully, smirking as he redid their tie. He pulled it tight and then pulled them in. He kissed them and lingered for a moment. (Y/N) kissed him back.

            The door to the library creaked open, and the pair stepped apart. They had been expecting Ciel at this time, so it was time to get to work once more after a “recreational” pause.

            “Sebas—”

            (Y/N) and Sebastian sensed another soul approaching, and Sebastian grabbed Ciel. He tucked him beneath his robes, and (Y/N) grabbed a book of Latin to “discuss” with Housemaster Michaelis.

            The door opened again, and Bluewer entered. He looked around suspiciously, and Sebastian raised a brow.

            “What are you doing here at this hour?” asked Sebastian, all pleasantness.

            Bluewer hesitated, uncomfortable as the attention of the room fell on him.

            “Well, we can hardly expect our prefect to not be hard at work,” said (Y/N), smiling. “After all, just as we ensure we are prepared for every lesson, so does Mr. Bluewer. He is a model student.”

            Bluewer didn’t reply and just nodded shortly. “I was looking for a book.”

            “Which one?” said (Y/N).

            Bluewer’s eyes went the one in their hand, and (Y/N) nearly laughed. How foolish to choose that one. It was so obviously suspicious.

            “That one. However, I can see it is in use,” said Bluewer formally. He nodded to them. “Pardon me, Mr. Michaelis, Mr. Noir.”

            “You’re excused, Bluewer,” said Sebastian.

            Bluewer turned and left. The door closed behind him, and Sebastain pulled his robes from Ciel’s head.

            “Pardon me for being rough, but it seemed as though you were being followed,” said Sebastian.

            “Guess I’ve done one too many things to stand out,” said Ciel. “But sniffing around was useless. No matter what I asked, the ultimate response was always, ‘It was the Headmaster’s decision.’ ”

            “The staff replied the same way as well,” said (Y/N).

            “The staff, too, hm?” said Ciel, frowning. “We’re getting nowhere like this.” He narrowed his eyes and gritted his teeth. “Well, if that’s how it’s going to be, I’ll have to use whatever means necessary to make contact with Derrick directly.” He walked to the window of the library and pushed it open. “Come on, Sebastian, (Y/N).”

            “But, Young Master, are you not sure to be penalized with two Ys if you leave your house at this time of night?” said Sebastian.

            “Isn’t it the masters who mete out punishments to the students?” said Ciel, rolling his eyes. “Mr. Michaelis, sir?”

            “Ah. Yes, you are correct,” said Sebastian, smiling with closed eyes.

            (Y/N) smirked.

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            Sebastian, (Y/N), and Ciel stood outside the gates to Violet Wolf House. The gothic architecture in dark colors rose upon the hill, dark against the inky blackness of night. The only lights were the few lanterns near the house and the one Sebastian held.

            “This house is even more atmospheric at night,” said Ciel.

            “Well? How will you meet with Lord Derrick?” said Sebastian. “You are forbidden from entering the other houses.”

            “Sneaking it and being caught will undoubtedly end our investigation,” said (Y/N). They were hoping they’d get to do something exciting in this school for once—outside of sneaking around with Sebastian.

            “Will you be relying on our powers?” said Sebastian, smirking. He, too, wished for some amusement.

            Ciel huffed and took the lantern from Sebastian. “I don’t even have to go as far as to depend on you two. If I can’t get into his house, I just have to get him to come out.”

            He wound up and threw the lantern towards the house. It crashed through a window and broke on the floor within. Flames leapt up from within Violet Wolf House, dousing the mysterious house in the bright light of burning destruction.

            “Are you aware of Article 87 of Weston College’s school regulations?” said Ciel, smirking.

            “ ‘In case of an emergency, such as the onset of a fire or other calamity, within the school buildings or houses, all students must promptly evacuate to the schoolyard and answer to the roll call taken by the prefect,’ ” quoted (Y/N). They smirked. What an excellent plan.

            “Your conduct is deserving of expulsion if you are found out, Phantomhive,” said Sebastian with a smirk. “But as the Queen’s Guard Dog, your actions are deserving of great praise, Young Master.”

            “Prefect Bluewer was right,” said Ciel, smirking. “I should know the school regulations by heart.” He crossed his arms in satisfaction. “I look forward to seeing what kind of fellow he is. We’ll meet at last, eh, Derrick Arden?”

            (Y/N) grinned with a mischievous glint in their eyes as they watched the flames rise in Violet Wolf House. Finally, some excitement at Weston College.

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Metroid Prime .... 4!

While they aren't Star Fox or F-Zero fans (I see you), the fans of the Metroid series have had their patience tested multiple times over the series' lifespan. On June 13th 2017, Metroid Prime 4 was announced to the world. Now, June 18th 2024, Metroid Prime 4 has been given a release window: 2025.

It's been seven very long, very interesting years. But instead of dwelling on that, it's time to go frame-by-frame on the release trailer and give some notes on why that particular part stands out to me. I've gotten so hyped I've gotten analytical. This is what it means to go even further Beyond. ________________ 1. "Cosmic Year 20X9 Galactic Federation Research Facility" Metroid (1986)'s manual states that the Galactic Federation was established "in the year 2000 of the history of the cosmos", and that the original story of Metroid starts in 20X5.

Given that the Prime games are allegedly happening in the story-lines between Metroid and Metroid II … there's a continuity error with the main series, which I'm hoping is addressed rather than hand-waved.

Metroid II: Samus Returns (2017) has a trailer claiming it took place "less than a year" since the previous adventure. So that'd be in either 20X5 or 20X6 - the latter of which would place it in the same year as Metroid Prime: Federation Force. If that's the case, then Super Metroid would take place in 20X6/20X7 … but Prime 4 takes place in 20X9???

That this sequence takes place on a Galactic Federation Research Facility is VERY interesting though, especially considering the Big Reveal later on. 2. Samus' Gunship!!! I've watched this frame-by-frame and I'm convinced that the ship which is landing is pre-rendered, whereas the stationary ship allowing Samus out is the actual model. It's an incredibly clever trick to save on resources.

The ship itself is the Hunter-class gunship from Metroid Prime 3! What stands out here is that Samus is leaving the ship from the TOP panel - where she previously would enter and exit this ship from the bottom lift just behind the cockpit. I think it's also missing the Ship Grapple upgrade. Then there's the recreation of Metroid Prime's intro with Samus' space jump; the music; the zoom-in; HUD turning on ... Uuugggh, 11/10. Give it to me now. Put it into my veins and make me a weird hybrid.

3. Samus' Power Suit! It's Metroid Prime 3's Varia Suit, right down to the missile launcher design. This makes me feel VERY certain this story is going to take place very shortly after Prime 3's conclusion - like how Super Metroid follows up almost immediately after Metroid II.

The Morph Ball seems to behave almost exactly like it does in Prime 1 with its wonky physics. Loving this, seems to suggest the Prime 1 Remaster had a very solid engine ready to re-use. Prime 2/3 remaster when? 4. The Heads-up Display The HUD actually matches Samus' actual visor design! After Prime 1, the visor changed shape but the HUD didn't - now it has the extra notch at the top. It's higher contrast; Energy goes into the top notch, and the Map (now all blue!) has directions on it now.

Missiles take up one of the four slots on the left is weird. Maybe there's less Beams. The HUD doesn't seem to react when Samus switches between Beam and Missiles???

The Combat Visor makes a great distinction between which things are friendly, which are hostile and what you're locked onto on its little mini-map in the top-left.

The Scan Visor isn't intrusive with its overlay - and shows 2D images instead of 3D ones. Seems to make a better distinction between things you have and haven't scanned yet.

Going off of Metroid Prime Remastered, I legitimately think there's a team at Retro Studios doing their best in regards to (visual) accessibility. Love that. 5. Space Pirate Action Scenes! These tube-tastic dipshits keep looking more and more like Halo Elites and it bothers me, but they're here and awful! Blowing up a door!

Around 1:05 there are Galactic Federation humanoids wheeling away a thing. We like things here. We also have some friendlies fighting alongside Samus here, but they're most clear on the minimap.

6. The Big Reveal Later On Holy shit it's Sylux MetroidPrimeHunters. Holy shit, it's about time this fucker showed up instead of being a 'secret ending' cameo. I am absolutely loving the guitar riff in the background for the stinger here.

I'm very convinced those floating jellies are Mochtroids - not Metroids. It'd explain why they aren't latching onto anything. The biggest question is whether Sylux used the egg he stole in Federation Force - or this GF facility has been making Metroids. The GF will never learn. 7. To Go Even Further Beyond Samus has left the building. In this shot she's still in the Varia Suit. These avians on-screen have longer necks and brighter plumage than the 'birds' we've seen on Talon IV; there's no other creatures on-screen.

BONUS: The logo looks like the rendering of a black hole. That's probably not important at all.

Okay thank you for reading. See you next mission!

[dearlymrme]

Five Times You Showed Satoru You Could Be Trusted and The Moment He Realized It

Synopsis: Not to say that he doesn't receive kindness from Suguru or Shoko, but as a new student or a background that's just offering kindness with no strings attached? I don't think he'd trust it when he's young.

Author's Note: This is my first submission to the JJK fandom. My offering, if you would, tenderly left at the foot of the door to fandom in hopes it will suffice as good tribute. So, please enjoy.

i.

It's his first opinion: You must be an idiot.

Despite the fact that he told you not to bother covering for him--that with Infinity nothing could touch him, on your first mission together you still put yourself between him and the attack he could see coming from miles away. An attack that would never even make contact with him.

You smiled at him and told him, "Just because they're not gonna be able to hit you, doesn't mean it's acceptable for anyone to try to." Duh, he knows that.

It’s stupid…-It’s just pointless.

ii.

"Why'd you eat it in the first place if you knew it was going to give you stomach pain?"

"Because it’s so goood." He whined, clenching his gut with his chin on his desk and a sour expression. Satoru loves tiramisu. His stomach does not.

"I can’t argue with that. Here, eat this." You say, handing him what looks like a Hi-Chew. "It's a ginger chew, they're really good for settling stomach pain."

He passes it off with a huff.

"It'll go away on its own in a minute." You raise a brow and force the chew into his hand

"So? Why suffer yourself that extra minute when you could just end it now?"

"Pain builds tolerance. Weren’t you taught that? Soon, my stomach will get with the program and I can have tiramisu whenever I want!" He pulls a shining but forced grin.

"…--Just take the chew." You strong-armed him into eating the surprisingly sweet ‘medicine’.

It’s stupid…–It’s just a stomach ache.

iii.

"Hey Satoru, can we take a picture together?" He raises a brow, pausing from his fidgeting with his pencil.

"Huh? Why?"

"Well, I mean. I got some of selfies with Suguru and Shoko but I barely have any with just you and me." He shakes his head.

"No, I mean, why are you asking? People do it all the time." You blink, confused.

"Wha?"

"Suguru and Shoko don't see it but they don't have Six-Eyes--"

"People are taking your picture without your consent?"

"Yeah, it's nothing new."

Later he stares in mild consideration when you corner a woman in the streets and berate her for pointing her cellphone at him without asking first. How she should be ashamed as someone older, who should know common courtesy and--

"Delete it. Now!"

It's stupid…--It's just a picture.

iv.

"I heard they're sending you on a mission out of the country." You mention idly, sitting on his couch and playing Pokemon on your Gameboy as he sits over on his bed, likewise on his Gameboy but playing Mario Kart.

"Yup," He pops.

"Anything I can do to help while you're gone?" You ask and he snickers.

"How are you supposed to help me? It's not like you're coming with me."

You snicker in turn, shaking your head.

"Well, obviously. I mean, do you have anything you want me to do for you while you’re gone? I could take your notes for the classes you miss?"

"Those classes are excused."

"They'll still be on the midterms?" He snorts at your institution that he needs to study for the midterms.

"You could take care of my Digimon for me." He jokes, earning a shrug.

"I mean, I don't know much about Digimon but sure."

He thought it was obvious that it was a joke. When he gets home you hand him back over his Tamagotchi and not only is his Augmon still alive but you’ve managed to get it to evolve to Metalgreymon.

It’s stupid…-It’s just a toy.

v.

"What do you want?"

You've seen him irritated before, at other people but never at you. It's pretty intimidating for him to walk up to you in the middle of the hall and glare you down like you've done the most offensive thing possible to him but you can't recall doing anything wrong. He'd tell you if you did, right?

"What do you mean?"

"What do you want? Money? Brownie points? Just tell me what you want out of this already!"

"I don't want anything. I thought that was pretty obvious, dude. I just like hanging out with you." You frown, brows pinching. "I mean, I kinda got this impression that people only got close to you to use you but I'm not doing that."

"Why not?" Is he…really asking that?

"Because it's fucked." You shake your head.

You know he's known Shoko and Suguru a lot longer. You knew that there was a chance this kind of confrontation and assumption would happen. You had hoped that by now you made it clear he could trust you but having him outright tell you to your face that he doesn't and seemed to never did…really hurts.

"There's no ulterior motive, Satoru. Can't I just be nice to you for the sake of being nice?"

"That's…really stupid."

"It's not." You disagree. "I'm playing Mario Kart later. You're welcome to come over and join me if you want."

He watches your retreating back with a miffed expression. The way your voice waivers with some dying hope. He clicks his tongue, stuffs his hands in his pockets, and goes to hang out with his real friends.

It’s stupid…-It’s just a game. It has to be...

.

"She's gotta be dumb as bricks if she thinks any of this stuff is actually helping me?!"

Satoru complains, pacing a racetrack around the room. Suguru sips his freshly made tea and flips through his magazine as Shoko idly smokes her cigarette near the open window. They both listen to their friends complain with equally half-amused attention.

"Like, what the hell does she even want!? She never asks for anything in return! It's so fucking weird, I don't know what her deal is!!?"

"Satoru…" Geto sighs, flipping another page but saying nothing else.

Shoko flicks ash out of the window edge and says what they’re both thinking.

"You're a genius but you are so fucking stupid."

He stops at their statement and gives them a betrayed look, glancing between the two as they level him with exasperated expressions. Suguru then gestures to himself, to Shoko, and then to Satoru before rolling his hand.

Satoru does the math and…

Oh…Maybe it's not so stupid.

vi.

You very quickly learned that the world decided to do Satoru Gojo dirty. Making him the strongest sorcerer in the world: put on the pedestal of a 'god' and treated so objectively. Like a commodity rather than the privilege and person that he is.

You hope that the people who use him get what's coming to them. You hope that when the day comes they expect him to 'save' everyone that he'd be vindictive about. You know for a fact that you would.

You don't care that he's the strongest. You only care about the subtle moments you get to share with him. You only care about the blue shell he's thrown from 6th place and him taking your lead.

"Fuck you!"

"Fuck me yourself, coward!" You break out into laughter that he echoes, knowing his sass wasn't meant to be taken seriously but hardly believe you're hearing it to begin with. Just like you hardly really believe he’d show up at your door at all with a pained expression and an apology.

"What?"

"What?" Satoru parrots.

"That's stupid." You snicker and shake your head.

"You’re stupid!"

Your room is filled with laughter as you soak in the warmth of the moment and his side pressed against yours without the cold of Infinity to be felt.

[sophrosynesworld]

Community Service (pt.1)

Class 1A has gotten a bit cocky with all the pro hero work they've been doing. To reconnect with their local community, each pair of students must complete 50 hours of community service before the end of the semester. And as luck (or curse) would have it, you've been paired with Katsuki Bakugo.

"Community service?" Mineta whines as our project outlines are handed out. The neatly printed papers detail our upcoming group assignment, while murmurs of discontent spread through the room like wildfire.

"It makes sense," Todoroki replies. “Locals should see us helping out. It’ll help them see us as heroes, not just normal teenagers.” He glances around, noticing a few classmates exchanging skeptical looks and hushed comments about the project.

"I don't care about a bunch of stupid idiots who can't help their own damn selves," Bakugo mutters under his breath, slumping further back into his chair with his hands stuffed into his pockets. I pity whoever's partnered with him. Stifling a laugh, I refocus on our clearly annoyed teachers.

"The committee feels that you are forgetting the main reason for being a hero: maintaining harmony and peace," Professor Mic reverberates. A few eyes glance at Bakugo, making him sink even lower in his seat.

"This isn’t a bad thing," Mr. Aizawa reassures us. "I've already assigned partners. You’ll need to follow the listed directions and get your papers stamped afterward. Take the rest of today to plan your volunteer options."

I glance down at my own paper, scanning the list of assigned partners. My eyes land on my name paired with Bakugo. Great. I look over at him; he’s still slumped in his chair with a scowl etched on his face.

Around the room, reactions are mixed. Midoriya is enthusiastically discussing the project with Iida, their heads already bent over their papers. Uraraka and Tsuyu exchange excited smiles, clearly happy to be working together. Meanwhile, Mineta groans loudly when he sees he's paired with Sero, who just shrugs.

"Looks like we're partners," I say, trying to stay positive.

"Just stay out of my way," 

"We need to work together if we want to get a good grade on this," I insist.

"Whatever."

Present Mic claps his hands to get our attention again. "A good day as a hero is carrying groceries for an elderly person. You shouldn't get used to saving the world every day."

With that, he dismisses us to start planning. Bakugo stands up abruptly, grabbing his backpack and pushing past me. I quickly grab my own bag and pull it over my shoulder, following him out the door, struggling to keep pace with his long strides.

"What kind of community service should we do?" I question, trying to engage him.

"I don't care," he snaps, not bothering to look back. "Just pick something and get it done."

"How about we go to the local animal shelter and walk dogs? I think I saw that on the list." I reach into my half-open bookbag and pull out the paperwork, trying to walk and read.

"Yeah, whatever," he says dismissively.

I slow my pace until I come to a stop. Bakugo doesn’t even glance back; he just turns the corner and heads out the front doors. Why did Mr. Aizawa pair me with him? I question my teacher's thought process for the hundredth time.

Taking a deep breath, I force myself to refocus. Complaining won't change anything. Maybe Mr. Aizawa is testing me. Despite Bakugo's attitude, I know he can be a capable partner when he wants to be.

Just maybe, this could be an opportunity for both of us to grow.

[anonbinaryweirdo]

if this account is still active by college expect updates about my situationship (my rivals/enemies to lovers girlfriend i made up in my head weeks ago)

[bunnihearted]

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[bitegore]

god i really forgot that every business management professor specifically is the most unpleasant human being alive for no good reason. i have two business classes with like econ and accounting professors respectively and those look fine and then oh my god if i have to go back to this class with this professor i think i might actually kill myself

[non-un-topo]

Spending hours trying to figure out why I feel so irritable and sensitive today and I’m only realizing now it might have something to do w being invited to a birthday party full of an entire family I’ve never met and like seven very small children and the person inviting me assuming I would love that. I want to support her bc I like her and she’s family now, but I cannot---I will not---go to another family event and be pushed into the kitchen doing dishes with the women or cooing over someone’s baby who just stares at me and whines when I try to mask and say hello.

[ruffgem]

im fucking fighting demons as if i didnt ACTIVELY CHOOSE to write and draw an entire comic, make a series of giant oil paintings, construct an elaborate idea for my senior project involving a human-size marionette and a live feed camera and an insane amount of portraits, take a class where i have to write a fucking play for the final, and take another class where i have to analyze 208083287 movies per week this semester. like how am i mad at anyone or anything other than myself LOL

[sleepii-moth]

watching sketchbook tours makes me so sad because its not even like im watching things that have very curated pretty drawings in sketchbooks instead of messy stuff- its just. they have color in them, like they use paint and markers and washi tape and stickers and it makes me soo jealous because i love color i love using different colors and mediums and making a big mess and i wanna do what these people do too but i cant because i dont ever have this stuff with me when i use my sketchbook :( nor do i have the time to play with materials when im just doodling in class and im sooo upset

[pandora15]

idk man i guess it's just that i'm struggling to find fic to read and barely having the time/energy to write at all

[riddlertrophy]

what if i start both of these two essays due on sunday on saturday

[dykeyuu]

i spent 7 hours studying for one subject today no problem and even had fun doing it + im trying to imagine what middle/high school would’ve been like if i’d been properly medicated

[gynecologistmsfrizzle]

sick and fucking tired of abled people wanting me to hold their hand and reassure them we can still be friends if they don’t wear masks. fuck you. don’t you dare ask me “is it okay if i keep my mask off?” you KNOW the answer is no. you already know i don’t want your fucking covid because you have EYES and I’M WEARING A GODDAMN N95.

people only ever ask that question because they KNOW your response is going to be “oh, um, i don’t care...” bc responding any other way makes you look unhinged and demanding. nobody is ever gonna tell you to put a mask on. do you understand that? nobody is EVER gonna ask you to put a mask on, no matter how high fucking risk they are. “you can’t tell me what to do with my body” NONE OF US EVER WILL.

when you say “stop trying to force me to wear a mask,” what you are actually saying is “stop reminding me that my choice not to wear a mask is selfish and ableist, because that makes me feel bad about myself.”

the first point would be a fair request-- much as i think you should be masked, i sure don’t think anyone should hold you down and force it on you. but nobody is doing that.

the second point is not a fair request. kill us if you want. fine. i can’t stop you. but you will look us in the fucking eye when you pull the trigger.