#so i got my money back and the dude got paid too so at least we good

[unxpctedlygreat]

This cost me an arm but!!!!!!!!!! Got my hands on Houses's collector edition I'm so!!!!!! ☺💕

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[hagravenholm]

This week has been insane … in the membrane

[3vergr3en]

Euijoo Boyfriend Headcanons 🍊

Pairing: college!bf!Euijoo x fem!reader

A/N: can't forget abt my bby juju 🤧 if you guys cant tell, heres my new monthly obsession 🤧🥳 HES SO EFFIN CUTE I WANNA JUMP ONTO ONCOMING TRAFFIC.

Additional Info: It does get mature towards the end, but majority of it is cutesy fluff <33

He's so gentle with you :((

He likes to gently run his fingers through your hair, but he loves watching you relax in his hands.

It gives him a sense of joy that he's able to make you feel safe and comfortable around him (😞💕)

He loves to be the big spoon, wanting to hold you in his arms after a stressful day it always eases his mind.

But every once in a blue moon, this boy wouldn't mind being cradled by you.

extra bonus points if you whisper how much you love him into his ear whilst caressing him.

An absolute sweetheart wherever he is.

He'd always be the first one to offer paying for anything. whether its lunch, coffee, dinner, or late night snacks, just as long as you go with him, that's all he cares about :)

"juju,, you paid for lunch last time!"

"I knoww.. but I don't care about money. I care about whether you're here with me :)"

Prefers to kiss in isolated areas or at home and not in public.

But if you guys are in public, he wouldn't mind a peck on the cheek or on the back of his palm.

You remember how embarrassed he got when you kissed him on the lips on your guys's first date.

His whole face turned red as he whined quietly, hiding his smile with his hands.

"y/n! we're in public,, at least give me a warning next time.."

"oh? theres a next time?"

"Y/n!"

He was the first one to make a move-- but that doesn't mean he did it smoothly.

When he did, it was at your college's cafe.

Euijoo and Nicholas worked part time as baristas there.

Nicho, for a while, had noticed his boy stealing glances at you, as well as the pink tint that would creep up on the latter's face.

"Dude, just go up to her and ask for her number already!" Nicho urges, jabbing his friend in the stomach with his elbow.

"Wh- are you crazy? No! What if she doesn't find me cute?"

"Do you want me to find out?"

"What? No!"

Let's just say Nicho somehow had Euijoo muster up enough courage to write his number on your coffee cup when you came to order your usual.

But as he went to hand you your drink, it nearly slips out of his hand, almost spilling all over you.

He was a little awkward when you guys first started kissing and it was obvious.

But you found it adorable, loving to teach him how to properly kiss.

You always assumed he would be the shy one both in public and indoors, but boy were you wrong.

He loves to lead your make-out sessions.

Now he kisses you with such ease that perhaps he's gotten a little too good at kissing; to now where you're struggling to keep up.

He always loves to first peck the corners of your lips, murmuring how soft your lips look.

And when he goes to kiss you, he's a little passionate with it.

With one hand on your waist and the other on the side of your neck, your guys's heads would sway slightly forwards and backwards, really getting into the kiss.

Pulling away to catch your breaths is one of the most favored parts for euijoo as he gets to see how dazed you get from just one make-out sesh.

"Woah," He chuckles, his loving smile now seeming to look a little smuggish, "Don't lose yourself there, love." He combs back a few strands of hair behind your ear.

In awe of how swollen and pretty your lips look.

But marvels of how beautiful you look in front of him.

"You look so beautiful, y/n.."

[freak-accident419]

Good Looking Boy

Billy (Burn 2019) x GN!Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Summary: On a chilly December night, you and Billy catch up. Then, you make an important decision.

Word Count: 3.1k

Content: gender neutral reader, fluff, cursing, alcohol, mention of holidays (gift giving), slight suggestive comment

(A/n: thank you to everyone for all your support for this short multiple-part fic! It means so much to me! I hope I did its finale justice :) also credit to the person who suggested a bar scene !)

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You watched him take a short sip of his beer as you fidgeted with your bottle.

You two agreed that you would catch up at this bar at the corner of the street when you were done with your shift. It has only been a few weeks since you’ve last seen him, but it felt like forever to you, hence the slight awkwardness in the atmosphere.

“So… did you pay off your debt…?” You ask hesitantly, continuing to fidget with the beer bottle in front of you. You finally looked at him, observing his brown eyes softening at the sight of you. The right side of his face was still scarred by the second-degree burn that hot coffee gave him. But you’ve only ever seen him like this, and so, to you, he still looked as handsome as he was since you last saw him.

“Yeah, I… I paid them off,” he answered bluntly.

“And the thing with the bikers? Are you… on good terms with them now?”

In response, he let out a scoff and a quiet chuckle, shaking his head.

“Ugh, dude, what did you do?” You say with exasperation, though amused by his lighthearted manner.

“They wanted the money, but, um… They all sort of… still hate me, so… those assholes gave me a warning: if they see my face again, they’ll kill me, so…” He trails off, taking a fairly tame swig of alcohol before he continues. You noticed that he seemed calmer since you’ve last seen him. As if he worked on himself, his temper, and spontaneous vulgarity. You admired that. “I’m gonna have to go. Unwillingly leave town, you know.”

“Damn,” you mutter, briefly sipping your drink. “That was your initial plan anyways though, right? To, like, just leave this place?”

He let out a soft sigh, which slightly puzzled you. Why did he seem so disappointed?

“Before I was on my way to meet up with them, I just… I got the idea that maybe I just shouldn’t leave. I thought that, um… leaving someplace that’s, uh… desirable… would be a very idiotic thing for me to do,” he explains, only baffling you even more.

“Okay? But you said it yourself, after you paid them off, you wanted to leave town and start anew, have a fresh start. What makes Upstate New York so… great, I guess, that you don’t want to leave?” You inquire with a lighthearted chuckle.

He fidgets with his beer bottle anxiously before looking back at you to answer. “You…”

You were stunned. You opened your mouth slightly to respond, but no words came out. You didn’t know him too well—but after an hour of being stuck together, you knew him enough, at the very least. But why did you have such an impact on him? You guessed that you had an indubitable liking for him too—similar to a childlike crush, though fueled solely by shared trauma. But you never really thought of it that much until now.

“Billy, I…” you stuttered out. “I… I mean… You had a whole plan, I… I just don’t understand. I like you, Billy, but… why should I be the reason you would want to stay here? You don’t really know me…”

“Well…” He wanted to argue that you two already learned a lot about each other from the time you’ve spent together, but even he realized it would be faulty reasoning. “Fuck, I want to get to know you better, then,” he urged gently.

He looked down at your hands, which were on the table near your drink. He reached his hands towards yours hesitantly, giving you a look by the raise of his eyebrows that asked for your permission. You nodded, watching him finally grab your hands, observing your one wrist, in which the bruise from the zip tie was completely gone. He tenderly rubbed his thumb over your wrists and palms. You felt the warm metal of his ring run against your skin as he would move his index finger. The slightly red dent on his wrist that you last saw on the day you escaped had also disappeared entirely. So it seemed like the only thing that followed him—the only thing that haunted him ever since the gas station, was his burn scar.

“I just…” he began, continuing to look down at your hands as he caressed them. It was something he did a lot, you noticed. You think it calmed him down. “I don’t know why I’m so… pulled to you. It’s fucking stupid, I know, and I’ve probably sounded like a dumbass this entire time, but… I mean it when I say I want to get to know you.”

You stared down at your hands in his, unsure of how you felt. “Well… The bikers, they said that they were gonna kill you if they see your face again. That’s, like… implying they want you out of town. You have to go, Billy. You can’t, shit, risk your life for me.”

“That’s why I want you to run away with me,” he urged softly.

“Billy—”

“I want you to come with me,” he pleads. In his mind, Billy thought it was quite ironic how he wanted you to go with him so badly; he rejected Melinda almost immediately when she asked to go with him. But this was different. You weren’t Melinda. You were you. And he desperately wanted to leave with you. But there seemed to be no way for that to happen.

“Billy, we already talked about this. I… I can’t just leave everything I have here behind,” you reason. “Plus, it’s been weeks ever since I last saw you. You had all this time to come see me, where have you been?”

He pursed his lips. “After the bikers gave me a few ‘friendly’ warning shots, I sort of left immediately. I just kept going west. Stayed in a couple motels. But it just… felt wrong, you know? I felt empty and… fuck, out of place… So, I guess I just… came back here to see you one more time…” he confessed, making your heart beat faster and face warmer. Nobody has ever done this grand of a gesture for you. You almost felt bad. You had made a deep connection with him back at the gas station, and suddenly you were worth a lot to him. “Shit, I… I honestly couldn’t stop thinking about you. I wanted to, because I knew it would be… really fucking bad if I tried to come back, but… You were always on my mind. Every second, I… thought about your laughter, and your voice, and I didn’t want to forget it. And-and most of all, you saved my life.” You frowned, because you considered it as a team effort, rather. “Something finally good in my life, for the first fucking time, happened to me and I can’t just—just stand by and let it just leave while I could do something about it.”

You were surprised, to say the least. You never knew you could be this important to someone, let alone someone you’ve only been around with for less than a day. “Billy, I—” You stammered with fluster. “I have to admit, I thought about you multiple times ever since. I sort of always wished I’d run into you whenever I went to a gas station. I think I even dreamed about you multiple times… To be honest, I always thought what would’ve happened if I said yes before and left with you.” He felt your thumb trace delicately along the back of his hand. “Never thought I’d ever think of a gas station robber as handsome and charming.” He chuckled softly in response, his lips forming into a cute, flattered smile.

“I love that you’re here, really. I love that you came back to see me,” You told him. “But… like I said, I can’t come with you.” You would love to, however, you knew it. But you couldn’t just leave everything you had here behind… Could you?

He sighed softly. “Okay, I understand,” he says. “But shit, just… Let me get to know you better before I have to leave for sure. Please. How about I just take you for a drive, then? Just around the block?”

Billy was heavily insistent. After all, he always goes for what he wants.

“The both of us have been drinking, Billy,” you say with guilt. You hated constantly rejecting him. You did want to get to know him better, you did want to spend time with him, but the circumstances and motives were utterly complicated.

You chuckled a bit, however, sort of amused by how much he wanted to be around you. “I don’t know, you can’t just, like… enjoy the moment right now?” You ask as you two look back down at your hands, which were being gently rubbed against each other, Billy’s thumb caressing the back of your hand.

“I don’t know if that’s gonna be enough for me, Y/n,” he claimed dejectedly.

“Why don’t we just take a walk, then? To, like, the nearest park or something,” you offer, feeling his warm fingertips glide softly over your nails. “We could… We could do that.”

After thinking about it for a second, he nodded compliantly.

***

It was supposed to be dark outside, however the street lamps nearby and string lights across buildings liberally illuminated the area. It has been probably half an hour since you two sat down on a park bench, just speaking to each other with occasional banter. That was probably the strongest thing you had with him: communication. Just talking about random things that led to discovering more things about one another. You’d done that while you were tied up together after all. It was how you mainly connected in that moment.

That was another thing, however. You weren’t forced in proximity anymore, but you two still wanted more of each other. Even if you didn’t show it. Your rejection did quite a number on Billy’s belief that his feelings were reciprocated, but as you two proceeded to laugh and talk together, it was reinforced.

“Okay… Quentin Tarantino.” You raise an eyebrow, grinning as you watched your warm breath escape your lips in a hazy, white mist.

“Damn. That one foot fetish guy?” he laughed.

“Yeah, the—the foot fetish guy,” you chuckle softly.

“Okay, easy, Pulp Fiction,” he answered. Met with your silence, he looked at you and you shook your head, smiling. “No?”

“No, I wouldn’t make it that obvious—”

“Kill Bill.”

“N—”

“Volume one or two?” You grin as he continued to guess wrong in your game. “Seriously, none of those?”

“From Dusk Til Dawn?” He nearly pouted, it was adorable. “I give up.”

“Jackie Brown. C’mon, man,” you snicker.

He playfully rolled his eyes, scoffing, making you giggle.

This was something you two did back at Paradise Pumps as well, while tied up and exhausted. You made a little game where you basically had to think of a movie and the other had to guess it by only knowing the name of its director.

He smiles softly as he looks at you, but then it gradually dropped, as the recurring thought that he would never see you again invaded his mind once more.

“You good?” You ask reluctantly, seeing his facial expression change.

“Yeah, I just…”

“You don’t want to leave me?” You finish his sentence with a sigh, seeing him nod in response. “It’s not so bad, Billy. You could leave, settle down, start a new life and leave behind all that crime and… biker gang beef,” you offer a small laugh before you continue.

“You could find somebody who is worthier than me. Someone who you didn’t bond with through shared trauma and forced proximity. Someone who would leave everything behind just for you, unlike me.” You wish you could, honestly. What was really stopping you? Fear? Guilt?

Billy scoffs as he listened to your statements, deeming them as bullshit. “Y/n, respectfully, shut the fuck up.” Your eyebrows raise in bewilderment. “I don’t want someone else, okay? I want you... Just you.”

Your heart nearly stopped and you looked at him with sole adoration for him.

And you had no idea what came over you in this moment, because once you heard him say this, you immediately pressed your lips to his, while hesitantly bringing your hands up to his face to gently hold it.

You heard his breath hitch as he soon melts into the kiss, moving his lips with yours and holding onto your wrists. His lips were soft and warm, and he was being nothing but gentle with you. You felt the the tender skin of his burn against your fingertips, your delicate and careful touch soothing him.

You weren’t sure what kind of confidence boost let you do something so impulsive as kissing someone. But the entire night, Billy had been relentlessly winning over your heart, expressing his immense admiration for you. You fell for him. And you had to do something about that.

“Fuck, you know, that…” he began hoarsely once your lips have separated, yet your faces were still very close to each other, switching back and forth from looking deeply into one’s eyes to their lips. “That was fucking evil. That just made it even harder for me to leave you,” he stressed as you two let out small, quiet chuckles.

He convinced you enough, you thought. What did you really have to lose…?

Or, rather, what would you gain?

“You don’t have to,” your voice was slightly raspy as you spoke with a smirk.

And what you would say next had marked your decision. “I’m coming with you, cowboy.”

He parted his lips in shock, so before he could say anything, you just kissed him again, deeply and affectionately, as you couldn’t help but smile in the kiss. You felt him pull you closer by the waist in a fairly strong grip, as if you were to disappear if he let you go. It was a sweet and affectionate kiss, the two of you expressing your admiration and fondness for each other. It was supposed to be cold, hell, it was December in New York. But you couldn��t help but feel pure warmth each second your kiss remained.

*** Two Weeks Later ***

“Open it,” you giggle softly.

“Seriously, when did you get the time to wrap a whole ass gift when we’ve been, like, on the road together this whole time?” Billy says with a smile as he examines the thin, neatly wrapped box in his hands.

“I found a service. While you were preoccupied. Now shut up. Happy Holidays. Open the damn thing.”

It’s been about two weeks since you agreed with leaving with him. After resigning from your job, you basically packed your bags and savings and he picked you up. You two didn’t face any problems so far as you traveled east. You only had an increased admiration for each other, as well as mutual understandings.

Now, you were in an empty parking lot, keeping warm inside the car during the evening. You surprised him with a wrapped gift for the holidays.

You watched him rip off the wrapping paper, making you involuntarily laugh as you saw his expression of disbelief, represented by his playful scoff and the rolling of his eyes.

‘Never Get Angry Again: The Foolproof Way to Stay Calm and in Control in Any Conversation or Situation’ by David J. Lieberman, PhD

He raised his eyebrows as he read over the cover of the anger management book and presented it to you. “Seriously?”

You snicker impishly as you see an amused smile creep at the corner of his lips. “Told you I would, didn’t I?”

“You are terrible,” Billy joked endearingly with a low chuckle.

“I know,” you retort cunningly, reaching over the center console of the car to give him a soft peck on the lips.

“But you have to admit, Y/n, I have been working on myself ever since,” he points out, making you scoff.

“Yeah, but you totally lashed out on that one guy when we were at that convenience store in Pittsburgh,” you insist.

“Okay, well, in my defense, I really didn’t like the way he was looking at you,” he shrugged with a knowing grin.

“Damn, should I have gotten you a book on jealousy as well?” you sneer.

“Hey, watch it,” he warned playfully.

“You know what, yeah, you’re right. I digress,” you concur nonchalantly. “If it weren’t for him getting an intense reaction out of you, then you wouldn’t have taken me straight to the bathroom and—”

“Okay, okay, that’s enough,” he chuckled softly as you laughed at your own delivery. “Just…” He reached in the back, grabbing a brown box that was sealed with clear tape. “Open your gift. Sorry I didn’t have the time to wrap it, like, I still have no idea how you had the time to do it behind my back, but yeah.”

He handed you his keys so you could rip the tape, then you opened the box, being met with styrofoam packaging. You removed the top layer, and then let out a small gasp as you saw the object, taking it in your hands.

It was a small Albany, New York snow globe. You were beaming as you shook it, watching the “snow” fall down on the capitol building.

“I thought you’d be homesick, so I snatched it right before we left,” he explained, smiling as he sees your reaction.

“Oh my god, Billy, it’s perfect,” you say in awe, then reach over the center console again to hug him tightly, feeling his arms wrap around you. “Thank you so much,” you say, kissing him deeply on his lips.

“‘F course, Y/n,” he mumbled sweetly, affectionately returning your kisses.

“You’re perfect,” you nearly whispered as you set the snow globe back in the box so your hands were free to hold his face. He always loved when you would do that. It brought a sort of comfort to him, making him feel safe and secure. He leaned into your touch as you kissed the right side of his face—his forehead and cheek—which were the areas that had been mildly burnt.

“Even when I robbed a gas station?” He asked under his breath, raising an eyebrow.

“Seriously?”

He always had a problem with being defined and associated with criminality, so you found it quite ironic for him to point it out.

“I’m fucking with you.”

You shove him playfully, which only resulted in him bringing you into an intense, deep kiss. “You are so perfect too, you know that?” He mutters softly. “I’m so fucking glad you came with me.” He artfully grabbed your hand and looked at you intimately as he pressed a gentle kiss to your wrist—the one that was zip tied to his. The one where the bruise on it had now been fully healed and gone.

“Me too,” you murmur ardently.

[piracytheorist]

Episode 30 thoughts!

OKAY OKAY OKAY I HAVE A LOT TO SAY

alternate title is "Local anime only is introduced to the entity that is Shopkeeper".

MY GOD. I had no idea we'd see him so soon. I'm so glad his appearance is no longer a spoiler to me XD

To start with, Yor seems quite tense while she's going out to meet with him.

A detail that the anime omitted, is that it seems he was caught by surprise by Yor. Is she so stealthy she can even sneak up on him?

He's... omg he's scary. At the same time he's got one very smooth and sexy voice. I know we heard him on the phone but oh it's so different to hear him from up close. I'm going to feel very conflicted about him, methinks XD

Of course, when he talks about "pruning and watering" and stuff he definitely doesn't talk just about his garden :)

The music was perfect for his introduction. The garden we see around him looks so peaceful and serene, but the music greatly encapsulates that ominous feeling that "This guy is a LOT".

Ho-lee SHIT

My dude! My bro! Isn't this one of your best assassins or what??

The fact that he's willing to risk decapitating her on the spot just in case she lost one (1) iota of her perfect form is terrifying. And he laughs about it. The fuck. And Yor has been working for him since she was a teenager? O_O

I mean, when I said he's got presence I didn't mean it's not a diabolical one. But holy shit.

Is... is that person in the back wearing a sheet over their head like they're pretending to be a ghost? I'm noticing the important details here!

Shopkeeper looks like he really holds this mission to great value, and feels greatly indebted to protect Olka. It's very interesting that he's entrusting this mission to Yor.

At the same time, we see his face as Yor says she'll need an excuse for the family, and he is NOT impressed.

Like geez does ANYONE in her circles not have negative feelings about this wedding? First Yuri then her coworkers then even Shopkeeper like does ONE person go like "That was a good decision you made"?

I mean, if Shopkeeper really values her... it's not like it doesn't look like he has the power to provide her with some cover. He looks so imposing and Yor is so okay with his tactics I doubt she hasn't told him the marriage was just for convenience, so why didn't he go like "Nah ditch them I'll give you the cover you need"? He looking kinda sus rn ngl.

Final detail: the thingies hanging from the strap of his hat are the same shape of Yor's earrings. Nice detail.

It's interesting that Yor's demeanor doesn't change around him. She's still as lively and sweet as we already know her.

I love how after we saw how Yuri stayed up for days to catch Perkin, he fell asleep like that on the subway. Consequences!

Talking about people in Yor's circles not accepting her marriage...

Yuri is even VERY audacious in how he says he'll never accept Loid. Yor is way too patient with him, but I guess she can't help it. She loves him too much for her own good, and that was evident by the way she decided to become an assassin just to provide him with an education she completely ignored for herself.

I was surprised by the flashing screen but seeing Yuri run for the train as if he could somehow pull it back was hilarious. What a lad.

Yor is just now wondering if there's any point in her keeping her assassin job, when it's been at least a year that Yuri has been financially independent. It really makes me wonder where her money from her jobs really goes to... and considering Shopkeeper's behaviour, if she even gets paid fairly as an assassin. I wouldn't rule out him taking advantage of her in that regard over the years.

So I think it would be interesting to consider that Shopkeeper is trying to keep Yor in his employ by uhm... idk, brainwashing her? With all that "keeping the world beautiful" and whatnot. I mean, she took that job out of need and having no other choice, she's very good at it, (probably) is okay with getting paid unfairly, and takes at least an entire year after Yuri became independent to question whether she should stay in this job. She's a good and willing workhorse, is all I'm saying. Shopkeeper wouldn't want to lose that, would he?

Again, that's just an anime-only's blabbers. But that's what's good with Endo's work - just from one character introduction you can get a lot of insight!

Your honour I love them.

Look at their faces. Look at them.

Anya looks so happy while in line for the raffle. I'm so happy she was able to rig the rigged contest and get herself a winning ticket.

I'd seen this face from people sending me spoiler-free manga screenshots, but I had never expected it to be a "Sucks to be you, bitch" kinda face. I love her XD

I do gotta say though, it's VERY convenient that she happened to earn a ticket for the exact same cruise Yor would be on. But I'm not complaining - I mean, we wouldn't have much of a story otherwise XD

If anything, it would not be out of the ordinary if Anya heard about the raffle, then heard from Yor's thoughts about the details of the cruise, then found a way to earn those tickets. But I digress.

Dear director. Why are we getting a full front view of Loid's ass. Not that I'm complaining, just curious.

I actually felt a little touched when Loid said Yor should go with Anya. Like I know it's because he has no "for the mission" excuse to go on the cruise and instead has an "I have a lot of work to do" excuse, but it still felt pretty sweet he thought they'd have fun together on the trip. Or something. Delusion what is that

I love their expressions here. Yor struggling with her excuse and Twilight, Best Spy of WestalisTM, being the lovestruck idiot he is, he just buys it.

I loved this. Devil Anya didn't even go for something "bad" she was just like "ANYA WANTS OCEAN, ANYA SHALL HAVE OCEAN."

At some point she's going to become the boy who cried wolf with how many times she's threatening to go bad if things don't go her way. Even Loid doesn't look that concerned by that "threat" any longer XD

I knew the cruise was happening, so I knew somehow Twilight would manage to get time off, but I didn't expect it would be that easy... and when we switched to Sylvia approving the vacation, the cowbell sound effect pretty much ended me

And... wow. I did not expect Twilight has that sort of fear for Handler.

In the manga we can even see how intense his face is.

Is that an accurate expectation or is it just Twilight's overreacting and overthinking mind? We saw how that's something Shopkeeper would definitely do with Yor but from what we know of Handler I would not expect something like that. I think it's mostly Twilight's perfectionism and dedication to his job, as well as how much he's accepted for it over the years. He's willing to accept anything, so he's always expecting the worst... even if it's not an accurate representation of reality.

It's also very coincidental that Handler was admonished for overworking her agents just as Twilight needed time off. It's probably Endo reminding us that deep down it's a comedy show and things just work and I'm just looking too deep into it XD

She's not wearing the rings anymore. Perhaps she caught on to the fact that they were given to her as a joke?

"Go rest and have fun! That's an order!"

Yor catches herself about thinking of having fun on the trip and berates herself.

Since she's already reached the point of accepting she appreciates her part in the family and not just for the cover it gives her, I think it gives an extra layer to how dedicated she is to doing a good job. She knows it's an important job she needs to take seriously and concentrate on. Family fun would be just a distraction... and she's not used to such distractions in her job, after all.

And yes Yuri was in her life, but he was always separate from the job. Now she's got the two of them riding on the same ship!

And that alone makes her reach the question of whether she could just... stop working as Thorn Princess. My god, good luck with that when you have such a boss O_O

SOME GOOD CGI ACTION OOOOOOOHHHHH

No wonder Anya lost it.

Yor looked so happy while next to Loid and Anya, then she met up with her coworkers and a completely different mask slipped on.

This family should come with a label that says "Do Not Separate".

A grand entrance to the ship, with suspicious characters joining in! And new music I'm not recognizing! Lots of interesting stuff :D

I love that we get to see Anya with Loid here. It's obvious Loid hasn't had fun in probably ever, and he's still not got the gist of "relaxing" yet.

I actually love the face he has in the manga. He almost looks... curious. Like this is something new to him, and it probably is. He doesn't have his usual calculating face. The "order" to relax was one thing, but maybe Anya's excitement is rubbing off on him.

Anya's reaction to their room was priceless. They showed it so well XD

Hey, at least they have a window! Most third-class rooms in ships don't even have that.

Local anime only is also finally introduced to that McMahon guy.

It's so funny that I've seen his name everywhere yet I had no idea what he looked like. Well, now I know XD

So we're told the father as well as the two oldest sons of the Gretcher family were killed because of infighting, yet it looks like the youngest member is still a baby.

Those are some interesting family dynamics. Were the sons mentioned this woman's sons, or was one her husband? Or was the boss her father and the sons her brothers? Also, interesting pin on the lapel there.

Similarly, this suit Yor is wearing is the only piece of clothing aside from her office clothes that doesn't have the rose-shaped buttons everything else she wears has.

The guy goes like yo will that Forger woman be enough and McMahon looks like he's like bruh you have no idea. She may be just one but she's enough for twenty.

The little kid is so cute. I felt touched when Olka said that he probably recognizes her as his mother from her voice and her scent.

Olka asks for a favour, to be let out for a bit, and Yor is kind and empathetic enough to indulge her. Most other bodyguards wouldn't be so lenient. Though I guess this is what, in the end, causes her to be caught...

Anya is being Anya.

One (1) stomach ulcer acquired.

I loved how they put shadows on his face for this part.

He's fully prepared to treat the ship as a place where he may be attacked, and to gather as much intelligence as he can for his surroundings. That is, until Anya reminds him why they're there.

And he takes it upon himself to have the most fun ever! For the mission!

I think we will all lose our minds when this man bursts into genuine, uncontrollable laughter. We're clowning him now but when such real emotion bursts out of him I think we won't be able to handle it.

It's a small moment, and it's shown in a comedic way, but it's also heartbreaking to know how he genuinely doesn't know how to have fun. What does this man enjoy watching? What music does he like? What foods are his favourites? We don't know, and the sad part is, he doesn't either. Twilight has no identity and thus no preferences, no profile and no favourite things.

Leave it to me to take a humorous scene and turn it into crying about Twilight hours.

At least Twilight isn't the only one lying to himself. Like two peas in a pod, they're trying to distance themselves from the family. Meanwhile Anya and Bond are like "They are my fambly and I'll love them forever :3"

She looks so cute! And I love Olka's comment about how Loid wouldn't recognize her, lmao if only you knew.

You kind of feel for Olka. Regardless of whether she was born or married into the criminal family, it's the kind of life you can't leave easily. And I mean, morality issues aside, Yor's hands are not clean either, so it was sweet to see them bond, and to even have Olka entrust her with Gram's real name.

Sadly, this move of trust is what caught the attention of dude with long beard and impressive hearing.

Just like the way Franky describes Garden assassins, this guy looks to have some supernatural levels of hearing and comprehending, since he's monitoring dozens of listening devices at the same time and still manages to hear one word that tips him off to who his target is posing as.

Overall, an amazing introduction to this new arc! I'm so excited to see the plot and the characters develop, and especially some long-overdue focus on Yor! It's promising a lot of action and character and even humor with Anya dealing with a "gotta relax and have fun!" Loid. Can't wait :D

[genericpuff]

so, i'd been stalking your blog in silence for the past few days/weeks because i used to be a huge fan of LO (i paid patron, was on the discord, own merch and a volume, spent money on fast past for over FOUR years). but as it happened to most fans, i got frustrated and gave up fastpass, and for a while i was trying to stay away from LO critiques because it just made me mad to realize something that was a comfort thing for me was bad all along (and i didn't wanna go full blown anti-LO) but i just finished reading your analysis on the mid-season finale and oh my god dude.

the retcon on how persephone feels about apollo after over 4 years of seeing her hate him because of what he did nearly pushed me over the edge. i feel sick to my stomach, this has to be among the worst things rachel has done and i just wanna say thank you for bringing it up and talking about it so eloquently. i'm a victim of SA and its comforting to see people in the fandom take it as seriously as it should be.

also LO rekindled is a breath of fresh air, thank you for creating it and putting so much work into it <3

Aw man, it's wild when I see people go through the pipeline of realizing LO has issues, mostly because it's a common attack on the critical community that everyone in it are just a bunch of "trolls and haters", but really, a lot of us started in the same boat as you, myself included. I unfortunately just missed the Patreon era, but I remember when I was a diehard fan of LO, it was one of the biggest facets of my friendship with the person who introduced me to it, I would literally be swiping my app refreshing it over and over again in the last seconds leading up to new updates trying to get the episode to just load, I drew fanart, I even did a tattoo of it once for that same friend who got me into it, and yes, I was really pissed that there was an anti community surrounding it.

It's crazy to think back on those times. I do miss how the comic used to make me feel, but at the same time, I know there's no going back to that time so I try to make the best of what I have now within the critic community, and what I've gained since then in terms of dissecting and discussing literature.

I feel so much for your feelings regarding the SA plot, I'm also a victim of SA so it was one of the biggest plot points that drew me into the comic in the first place, so it was really hard to truly realize what the series had become as the SA plotline took a backseat and the characterizations fell apart. It felt like something that I had gone through - and many others who also related to Persephone's struggles - was being used for cheap drama and that feels especially apparent now with how the series seems to be backpedaling it, or at least, replacing it with different motivations to make Apollo the villain, almost like it's an attempt to distract us from the SA and make us want to see his downfall for reasons that Rachel can quantify in a more black and white "good vs evil" kind of way.

I'm so glad you like Rekindled, I made it for people like you and I who loved LO once upon a time but mourn for what it once was before it turned into what it is now. It's been such a cathartic project for me and I'm so happy that others enjoy it too <3

[k-a-s-e-y-1-4]

Lloyd gets kidnapped again but what happens next is up to you?:

Warnings: Talk of someone being used as an object, sexualization of a minor

Lloyd was running again. Well Lloyd’s been on the run his entire life but that’s a different story. Right now he was running from two hooded figures who tried to attack him and he would have knocked them out and handed them over to the police, however they both pulled guns so Lloyd just started running. 

He didn’t get a good look at either of their faces as they were completely covered up by masks and he’s kicking himself for it now. Whatever it’s fine right now he had to worry about out running these two wannabe kidnappers. 

A gunshot rings in his ears and he ducks and keeps running. Shit they’re getting closer they’re fast. Most the time when people try and hurt him he can either put them in their place or out run them but these two were certainly an exception. 

He hopes Kai and Jay won’t be too loud for running off. Kai and Jay went into the Grocery store to grab somethings for dinner tonight because Zane was cooking tonight and Zane needed special ingredients for this meal. Lloyd wanted to go get the latest comic for his collection and then he meet up with them outside when they were done. This time he finished his shopping before them so he was sitting on the bench outside when they both came up and attempted to jump him. Hence the attempt Lloyd could have totally kicked their asses had they not pulled out a gun, where’d they even get guns? 

Lloyd begun to slow down as he couldn’t hear them coming after him anymore. Good, he was getting tired although he wouldn’t admit it. Sure he’d have to take a different, longer route home today but it was better than running all the way. 

He felt something cold and hard on the back of his head and a deep voice that said, “Don’t move a muscle or I’ll shoot.” 

Lloyd moved his hands up and looked up to find the second dude standing in front of him and glaring down at him. Damnit Lloyd thought he out ran them apparently they out smarted him. 

“Josh c’mon we don’t have all day, I want my money.” The dude infront of him stated.

So this dude’s name was Josh, good to know and they were getting paid so someone else had to be the cause of this. 

“Alright, alright calm down, damn I thought I was going to have to shoot him.” 

He felt the surface leave the back of his head and then heard wind rushing and suddenly he was out, as his vision blurred to black and lost consciousness quickly. 

                                    -

Lloyd struggled in the chains, trying not to make too much noise as he had no idea who was on the other side of the door. He tried to open the lock with a Bobby pin he had turned into a make shift lock pick. Don’t ask him where he got the lock pick. 

He had woken up chained to a chair in a dark room with its only light coming from a small lamp that hung above the table in front of him. He couldn’t remember anything else than he was running from people but he can’t remember who. Honestly this whole place reminded him of an interrogation room but based on the aching pain from the back of his head he doubts these are his buddies from law enforcement’s doing. 

How many times had he been kidnapped now? Had to be somewhere near 20 now at least. Lloyd hears the familiar click from the cuffs behind him and he can slowly feel the energy rush from his powers coming back. He slips his hands out of the vengestone cuffs. 

Before he can decide what to do next he hears footsteps nearing and manages to make it look like he’s still in the chains before the door opens. Not that he couldn’t take the person at the door it’s just most villains go on a rant about what they’re going to do and Lloyd wants at least a little bit of an idea of what he got himself into. 

The door opens to reveal a man in his late forties - early fifties, in a tight black suit. He shuts the door behind him as he walks in. 

“Welcome back to the living green ninja, how was your nap?” He stands on the other side of the table staring at Lloyd with a smug smile.

Lloyd didn’t recognize this man nor could he think of single way he could have affected him. “It was nice, now if you would I would like to get back to that.” 

The man lets out a chuckle. “Quite snarky are you?” 

“Listen I don’t care what you have to say about me, can’t we just get to the revenge speech where you tell me what you want?” 

“Oh don’t be so impatient green ninja, I mean I had to wait for you to wake up, you could at least let me give my speech.” He replied.

Lloyd sighed. “Well go ahead I don’t have all day.” 

He gave Lloyd a look. “Huh, well I can see why the boys liked you so much.” 

Lloyd gave him a confused glare.

The man leaned on the table and stared him straight in the face. “Such a pretty face on a waste of a man.”

“I’m not sure if that was homophobia, pedophilla or a little bit of both but I want no parts of it dude.”

“I’m just saying it’s such a waste for someone like you to go unused I’m sure you make a ton of money with a body like that.” The man’s says beginning to circle the table. 

“There’s so much in that sentence that’s disturbing but I think the worse is that you’re like 70 and checking me out, sir I’m like 17 hell no.” Lloyd musters out disgusted, backing up as much as he can in his chair. 

“Wow 70? C’mon I know I don’t look that old.” 

“Yeah you look older, is 85 right?” 

He gives look a glare. “You’re quite rude, I hope you know that.”

“Well I’m sorry I don’t give respect to someone that refers to me like a prostitute, oh wait I’m not.” 

“I wasn’t calling you a sex worker I was just-“

“You were sure as hell implying it, I know that.” Lloyd interjects. “Is that why you snatched me? To fuck you?” 

“No! I’m sure you’d be a fun time we have a different need for you.” The man replies.

“And that is?” 

The man grins. “Well this facility needs a power source y’know?” 

Of course why is Lloyd not surprised. They always want to drain his powers why couldn’t it be something interesting at least. 

“So we brought you here to drain your powers.” The man continues. “Possibly kill you, I don’t know, hey if you survive I’m sure you’d make a lovely pole dancer.” 

With that Lloyd had heard enough. He slipped out of his chains again and blasted the man before he had a chance to think. He slammed hard into the wall and crumpled on the floor. Lloyd took his chance and ran towards the door that surprisingly wasn’t locked and had no guards around. The door seemed to be in the middle of the hallway with no one in it, neither seemed to a dead giveaway to lead out either. 

Lloyd wasn’t sure what to do, he obviously didn’t want to stay but he didn’t want to just randomly chose a door and end up captured again. 

What’s next?:

Go left and hope for the best

Go right because right is always right

Climb and hide in the ceiling to get more information and hopefully get out

[phantasmagoric-acquaintance]

On slow days, Lup’s lunch breaks are typically spent in the sketchy fragrance boutique, distracting Taako from his oh-so-important job of watching people warily sample perfumes and colognes and hoping nobody breaks a bottle because if I have to sweep up glass today, so help me God…

Lately, it seems Lup’s been using this time as an opportunity to ogle the dork who runs the phone accessory kiosk in the middle of the hall from another angle.

She lets out a long, dramatic sigh, and leans back on the counter.

“Jesus, you sound like a tired old dog.” Taako digs his spoon into the cup of Dippin’ Dots she’d brought for him.

“He’s just so cute,” she insists, like a teenaged schoolgirl. “Don’t you think he’s cute? Look at him.”

Taako looks at him. He looks like a regular dude. “I think you can find five of those at Home Depot.”

“You’re an ass. I think he’s special.”

“Maybe FYE? You could find a man like that at FYE, I bet.”

“No! He’s perfect and there’s only one of him.” Lup turns and dips her own spoon into Taako’s cup.

“Heyyy, get your own!” Taako whines.

“I just wanted to try the cookie dough. And I paid for it, so technically it is mine.” She slides her own cup across the counter. “Here, you can have a taste of mine.”

Taako pouts. “It’s got your fucking spittle all over it and now mine does, too.”

“Eh, you’ll live.” She turns back, looking across the threshold at the phone accessory man again. “I’m gonna talk to him.”

“And say what? ‘My phone screen is cracked, do you think you can fix it?’”

---

“Do you think you can fix it?”

“Um.” The pretty lady from the Hot Topic levels a strange, intense stare at Barry. The tips of his ears start to burn, and he hopes he’s not flushing. He tries to focus all his energy on her phone, and not on the fact that he’s been crushing on its owner from afar and now she’s looking at him and talking to him and oh, God, don’t fuck this up, Barry.

The screen doesn’t have cracks, so much as it has a few severe scratches. Barry’s certainly used phones in worse condition. “I don’t, um, really do repairs? I mean, I can— I’ve fixed my own phone and stuff, but uh. I’m not really confident enough to, to try to fix someone else’s. Wouldn’t wanna risk making it worse, y’know?”

“…Oh.” Customers are usually disappointed when Barry refuses to do repairs, but something about the lady’s demeanor is different. Barry hands her phone back to her, and she shifts her feet nervously. “Um… so, what kind of cases do you have?”

They’re phone cases. Not much to say. “We have, uh, some that are functional. And others that are pretty. Not many that are both,” he says, and immediately regrets it. It’s not exactly the tightest money-making strategy, downplaying your product, and he’s getting all flustered now and, fuck, he’s not doing a fantastic job of selling himself, either.

But still, the woman walks away with a new phone case, some tacky monstrosity painted with sparkling flames that had made her laugh, and a wink, leaving Barry behind to replay the interaction over-and-over-again in his mind for, at the very least, the rest of the day.

[beauzos]

i had my driving lesson today and i lived bitch!!!!

it actually went much better than anticipated. driving is still rather stressful for me-- of course it is, that was the first time i'd ever been behind the wheel KRKF but like. i paid for 2 hours and i was driving probably an hour and a half of that time so i got a great feel for driving. i wasn't sure how much time i'd have since i was starting from 0 experience having gotten my permit THREE YEARS AGO. driving is so. oh god, it's scary and i still hate it KSDFS but i actually feel like ... it's attainable for me to learn?

like i was on the roads dude. being a menace who brakes too fast and is driving below the speed limit until the last little bit where i finally kept remembering to speed up to the actual speed limit. i even drove like. 10 minutes back to the driving center. i did that! that's crazy!

teacher was nice. he was great actually. really calm so i never panicked if i made a mistake, i just fixed the problem. that's useful because driving is still a scary concept for me. i cursed a lot and apologized a lot but i never felt necessarily afraid of it since he was handling it well.

he's rather old, he's older than my dad (78) and you never know what these older folks are gonna be like but he was very nice. and he talked a lot about politics but he isn't conservative and that was a huge relief. like i was kind of afraid of that. i don't want to politically debate an old guy while trying to figure out driving, especially because i'm still masking and i know how people get but no he was very nice and we got along well. like if he was conservative, whatever we're here to learn to drive, but don't talk to me about it, but nope, no problems here.

i knew i was getting more comfortable driving because i started being able to have a conversation with him while driving too, though i'm not great at multitasking while driving-- i get distracted by checking my speedometer way too much, or get too focused on breaking appropriately and forgot my turn signal or whatever. there's a lot of things to think about when driving and it's tough for me. but i'm learning and getting better already.

i also struggled a bit bcs i never found the right seat position for driving and my foot was fucking killing me the entire time bcs i was stretching my leg + foot out too much, so that's something to work on. because once i do that, i'll get better at speed and breaking management bcs it was uncomfortable reaching for the gas pedal even after adjustments.

all in all, it went really well. i feel good about it. i feel good enough to start practicing with my parents. i feel confident i could practice the drive to work or the store, for example, albeit not well quite yet. i do plan on at least one more driving lesson from this guy, though, after a bit of home practice because he's a better teacher than my dad or mom could be. well worth the money.

[insideliascrazyhead]

The Sannoh Hoodlum Squad shenanigans 2

Tetsu:Local Cinnamon-roll that blasts the most screeching death metal out there!

Naomi:Cobra who was peacefully and drunkly sleeping nearly jumped out of his skin

Shiba:I loved it

Yamato:It was hilarious.

Dan:I nearly pissed myself laughing man

Noboru:So did Cobra and he wasn´t even laughting

Leave your leader alone

Smokey:The poor bastard

Murayama:Why would Cobra-chan be taking naps on the table anyways?!

Hyuga:Concussion nap.

Smokey:Depression.

Rocky:Tequila

Cobra:You read it Murayama choose your favorite answer.

Tetsu:This man will never be able to dress even if it would be to save his life

Murayama:I ain´t complaining.

Rocky:since when does Cobra wear his tits almost out?

Naomi:Mugen....crazy times for playboy Cobra.

Yamato:Still crazy how he survived this time without STD

Noboru:Or a shit ton of kids

Hyuga:TMI!Now I see it in my head....

Cobra:Congratulations.

Dan:Now he´s sick of being single probably

Cobra:Yeah I´m excluded from nights because I´m in desperate need of some action.

Tetsu:He looks a bit like a escort

Cobra:What?! Chiharu:A luxus escort Cbra-san!

Murayama:Now that´s how he earns money....

Shiba:We told yall gas station constantly closed for a great reason

Dan:He´s on his way to shoot onlyfans content.

Cobra:I will just go get cigarettes,might not be back....

Tetsu:The politeness and rudeness after Cobra´s ridiculus scream

Naomi:how cute Chiharu tries not to laugh

Junko:Cobra screamed so loud we heard it all the way down the street!

Oshiage:we thought someones dead!

Tetsu:Yeah R.i.p Cobra´s dignity.You will be missed

Yamato:pouring out one for our homie dignity!Gonna miss you man....

Cobra:pull that shit again and I swear the members of Sannoh Rengokai go missing!

Noboru:Cobra.Don´t leave social media evidence for crimes.

Cobra:Whatever I would do great in jail.

Hyuga:Not with that face.Or that hair.

Rocky:Or his manly squealing.

Tetsu:On the road reloaded!

Noboru:I don´t even wanna fucking know how you managed this photo

Dan:Let´s just say Chiharu ran over the phone....

Cobra:Dumbasses

Rocky:At least they wear helmets?! Naomi:Because they need each braincell they get.

Smokey:Well Cobra seems like you got some extra to spare then,I never see him wear one

Cobra:Eat me you prick.

Hyuga:With all the hits Cobra took to the head over the years,man gotta start wear one when he ain´t on the damn motorcycle.

Tetsu:Pre-Painkiller giggle Cobra; nearly taken out by a eager Chiharu!

YamatoChiharu nearly offed Cobra with that wannabe bodyslam man!

Noboru:Can you feel his blood on your skin?!Killer!

Cobra:Not dead jet....

Chiharu:For that he did kick me.

Dan:Yeah sadly only nearly in the jewels....

Tetsu:A shame really.

Cobra:and will again I swear you crazy squirrel!

Rocky:That´s the literal even though concerning but only way Cobra has any action in bed

Cobra:wouldn´t you wanna know old man

Hyuga:Cobra´s probably a manwhore,I mean look at him!

Smokey:Yeah the injured guy in the hospital bed it totally being a whore right now.What the hell man?

Cobra:Whores at least get paid for sex.I do that for my own entertainment.

Naomi:Wise words of a total dumbass

Tetsu:Long nights....

Rocky:didn´t we explain it´s wrong to drug your leader

Naomi:Cobra drank on his own grown up free will

Shiba:it´s too easy with that dumbass you just give him a glass and tell him to drink

Tetsu:just like Yamato would eat anything you give him

Dan:even whatever Cobra cooked

Yamato:it wasn´t that bad

Noboru:the shit looked poisonous dude!

Chihaur:and it was on fire!

Cobra:Oh c´mon I survived those years with my cooked food too!

Hyuga:Yeah crazily.

Smokey:Barely.

Yamato:All you eat is takeout and candy!

Cobra:No I don´t!

Yamato:Explain that to your trash!

Cobra:What do you fucking do in my trash?!Stalker!

Noboru:You threw his phone in there when it woke us up at 7 in the morning

Cobra:no human should be awake at that time.

Yamato:Normal people who gotta work a normal job do!

Tetsu:Earned break time

Noboru:Go back to work Yamato you´re poor

Yamato:Oi!Upper middle class!Also on break!

Smokey:You´re always on break with tools in your hands?

Shiba:Tried to eat them probably

Hyuga:Don´t be mean for someone with Yamato´s little amount of brain cells it´s hard to focus on

two tasks so he just makes a break with the tools

Rocky:drunk from last night and thought that´s Cobra and Noboru

Dan:probably was angry they don´t answer him

Chiharu:But Cobra rarely talks

Tetsu:Oh kid you´re gonna learn how to be fluent in Cobra silence and other noises as sign of living soon.

Tetsu:Grumpypants

Oshiage:Screw you or I´m gonna hit you with my damn shoe again!

Naomi:I´m gonna join the beating

Cobra:I would love to see Tetsu get beaten with a shoe

Noboru:Cobra.no.

Dan:Try again.

Cobra:Whatever then I at least pretend to stop her

Yamato:a true leader everyone

Tetsu:bittersweet beautiful revenge of the Cobra twist.

Cobra:The squeaky toy noises that came out of you where hilaious.

Yamato:No im bruising!

Dan:Tell others it´s lovebites

Noboru:Yeah from a snake.Romantic.

Chiharu:He doesn´t speak to anyone exept us tho...

Tetsu:And his mom

Cobra:revenge wouldn´t be necessary if you don´t open your trap otherwise there´s no forgiveness.only death.:)

Yamato:dramatic motherfucker

Naomi:also  nobody would date him that means you basically date Cobra and Noboru too

Shiba:that would be too exhausting.

Murayama:We love a Cobra twist.

Rocky:You just love Cobra.Not the twisting part idiot.

Murayama:was on the recieving end though!Then he threw me through the room with literally only his legs that´s hella impressive!

Hyuga:In his playboy times he probably trained his legs a lot.In multible positions.

Smokey:You dirty bastard.

Tetsu:Sannoh beauty session!

Rocky:Did he inhale to much face masks?

Hyuga:Hair dye seeks into his brain!

Smokey:Too much hair spray fumes.

Corba:Can´t I just be in a great mood?!Whatßs wrong with you?!

Murayama:You´re Cobra-chan!You don´t have a good mood.Like ever.

Junko:only crazy destruction and sadness

Cobra:Eat me!

Tetsu:Hard times

Naomi:He looks so ashamed it´s adorable.

Shiba:such a beautiful scolding

Junko:sucessful day

Rocky:That´s what he get´s when he behaves like that

Noboru:You don´t even know what he has done now

Rocky:Solidarity.

Murayama:omg I love this

Hyuga:ill pay whatever you want for a video of that scolding

Rocky:Imma double it if Noboru and Cobra get scolded too

Noboru:oh no they love me.So does Yamatos mother.Sorry gonna throw you and Cobra under the bus here man

Murayama:So your mom needed to adopt a kid that turned out to be a dissapointment too.Sorry Cobra-chan.Then another one until she found the right one?!Damn.

Naomi:Naah that woman just has a big heart for strays

Tetsu;So does Yamato.See Chiharu.

Tetsu:Celebrating victory

Smokey:You gotta get your leaders head checked

Murayama:that looks like he took a few nasty hits.

Naomi:I will get the big first aid kit...

Shiba:Cobra and Yamato look like they got hit by a truck.

Cobra:Relax it was just Kohaku.

Yamato:He nearly choked you to death though

Cobra:whatever a lot of people have that urge.

Hyuga:Understandable

Rocky:Cobra does look zoned out you might wanna check on him

Junko:lights on nobody up in there

Tetsu:more painkiller giggles and forced water.Hydrate or Diedrate!

Naomi:I still hear his whine of That teuqila tastes weird!

Yamato:When I tried to explain it´s not tequila and he nearly teared up and said is that supposed to be beer?!That´s even worse you sick Bastard.I nearly peed mysielf laughing.

Noboru:Didn´t he threw the cheese slice from his burger at you then?!

Yamato:Yeah it was horrible.that shit was still hot!

Cobra:luckewarm at best you drama queen

Murayama:I love S.W.O.R..D

Naomi:That smack was great too!it hit you right in the head

Dan:He shoul´ve been in a sugar coma from all the candy by then anyways 

Tetsu:It was great when he basically threw out his money for candy at the grocery store and Noboru tried to argue that future not high Cobra is gonna be pissed!

Chiharu:“Future Cobra is a dick and faaar away!Until then I gotta use that cash now.For candy,cigarettes and dumb unecessary stuff like that which just makes me feel better!“

Rocky:Gotta see that shit

Hyuga:sadly hes relativly okay now

Murayama:I could break his leg!Then off to the emergency room Cobra-chan goes!

Hyuga:Or I hit him with my car!That´s too easy.

Yamato:Nobody goes near him what the fuck you crazy bastards?!

Murayama:No killing Cobra-chan or Imma take you to Oya and let the crazy full timers have your ass!Only leg breaking....Maybe.

[saltygilmores]

I Found A Small Archive of Super Old Interviews With Milo And Here's Another Incredible One

May 10, 2002

Milo Ventimiglia is burning in the minds of teen girls everywhere due to his role as Jess on the surprise hit series, "Gilmore Girls". What may be a surprise to his fans however, is that he has quite the knack for using the 'love them or hate them' four-letter words, something that I am personally a big fuckin' fan of. (Ok, so that's using six letters, but you get my point!)

Don't let my swearing take away from Milo the actor though, because he is the real deal. So much so that Warner Brothers paid him to NOT work for a whole year. Does that sound a little confusing? Well, it did to us as well, so we went ahead and had Milo give us the lowdown.

JB: How are you?

MV: Ugh. I'm fuckin' wrecked! We had a wrap party last night. I don't drink, I don't smoke, I don't do anything? But I bowled like a crazy muther.

JB: (Laughter) So it was a long night?

MV: Yeah it was a long night! (Laughter)

JB: And nothing hurts more than an early morning interview.

MV: Actually this isn't too early. I got back last night and saw that I had the interview in the morning. I woke up like half an hour ago and my publicist said the interview was pushed back by an hour. I was just like, "Great" and I really didn't have any idea what was going on. I got up and I checked the fax and saw the interview was bumped, so I went back to bed.

JB: I admire your perseverance.

MV: (Laughter) Thanks, man.

JB: So shooting is done for the year!

MV: Yeah. We wrapped up last Friday. I have a nice three and a half months off. I feel like I'm back in school. I felt like saying, "Have a bitching summer and see you next Fall!"

JB: "Please sign my yearbook." (Laughter)

MV: I swear to God that's what it feels like. It's crazy.

JB: Anything planned for the hiatus?

MV: So far I have no work lined up, but I'd really love to continue working. As of right now though, nothing.

JB: Enjoy the time off!

MV: Yeah! I'm sure I'll find something to do. Some kind of trouble to get into. I just bought a house, so I'm remodeling that. I'm doing a lot of handy work around that place.

JB: Some exciting summer Home Depot trips are in your future.

MV: Oh man! There is a 24-hour Home Depot right near my house.

JB: There are 24-hour Home Depots? That's crazy!

MV: Yeah! So at three in the morning I'll be banging away and turning on my circular saw? Just going for it.

JB: Tell me about your WB holding deal? What exactly did that consist of? Is it that you couldn't go and work for another network?

MV: Basically? yeah! They said, "Here's a lot of money and don't work for anybody else. We don't have anything for you, so you're going to be sitting for awhile." That was an interesting thing.

JB: Was it hard convincing family members that it actually happened? I'd imagine it was difficult to describe to people that you were getting paid to not work?

MV: Not with my family members because they run my books for me, so they saw the checks. Convincing my friends was another a thing. They'd be like, "What are you doing today?" "Well, I think I'm going to go to the beach." They'd be like, "Dude, you said that like two months ago?what are you really doing today?" "I think I'm going to go to the beach." (Laughter) And then the next day I'd be like, "I think I'm going to go to Europe." I was just out of my head bored. Warner Brothers didn't have anything for me to do, so I had to go to do something. The first month or two of being in the deal was fine?I was just hanging out around in LA, going to my parent's house in Orange County or catching up with old friends. Six months into things I was like, "Fuck this shit?I've got to go do something!"

JB: So it lasted for quite some time?

MV: Oh man, it was like a year. They wanted to hold me for almost like two years, but my management team said no.

JB: Could you at least do film?

MV: Yeah. I could do film. In the course of the contract, I did book a film and they did release me to do a guest spot on CSI. They also let me do a commercial or two. There were opportunities but they were getting ready to put me in a show. The holding deal kind of had nothing to do with "Gilmore Girls".

Pilot season came around and I was only reading for the studio's pilots because the contract was with the studio and not the network. I was reading for other pilots and nothing was clicking. I read for "Smallville" and all of these different pilots and for one reason or another I just wasn't getting them. The producers were like, "He's great, but we're not interested." I read for a pilot that was outside of my contract and the producers were really excited about me and Warner Brothers was going to let me out of the contract. At the last minute they said "no" and sent me in for this one pilot and then I tested for it. Next thing I know I was in a meeting with the casting directors for "Gilmore Girls" and the part was a guest spot with the possibility of returning. It wasn't as a series regular or anything. They brought me back to the producers the day of my studio test and that night they called and said, "Hey, we want you to be a series regular." That kind of threw an interesting twist on the contract because it was geared towards putting me in a new show, not an existing show.

JB: Prior to that or even now, do you get yourself worked up about pilot season?

MV: I think this is the first season that I really didn't think about it. I didn't have to audition because I was on a show and I knew we were coming back. I had a contract so now I could focus on my work. I've talked to some of my friends who are actors and they are going crazy and here I am at the craft service table. It was nice to not have to worry about that. Pilots are stressful as it is because you don't know if they'll get picked up. There are some like "Smallville" where they are filming the pilot, knowing that they were picked up for 22 episodes. I'm sure it makes you feel a little more comfortable.

JB: Have you found yourself getting noticed more?

MV: Occasionally. I'm still a nobody, which I enjoy because I can just go about my business. Time to time I'll get somebody who says, "Are you that guy on Gilmore Girls?" They freak out for a second. I was out to dinner with some friends the other night and some girl walked up to me. She was probably about 15 or something. We were finished eating and I was sitting back. The girl walks up and asks, "Excuse me?are you from Gilmore Girls?" I say yes and she asks if her sister can have my autograph. I say, "Yeah that's cool, but where is your sister?" "She's over there but she's a little embarrassed." I said, "Do you want me to go meet her?" I got up and went to meet her. You can tell the people that are genuinely excited about meeting someone who's on TV and I try to relate to them as, "I'm just a person and I'm not larger than life!" It's fun for them though and in a way it's kind of fun for me.

JB: Since jumping in "Gilmore Girls", you've appeared in your share of teen oriented magazines. Have you been the subject of jokes because of it?

MV: Oh my God! Yeah! Oh yeah! One of my oldest friends used to rip on me when we were in college. He's always known that I wanted to be an actor and when we got to the age where we understood the publicity end of it, he would give me crap about Tiger Beat and Teen Beat. I'd be like, "I just want to act and I'm not going to go that whole route." Now my mom was in a grocery store and pulled up a Tiger Beat and my picture was in it. I was like, "You've got to be fuckin' kidding me!" Then I popped up in Teen Beat and others. It's crazy. Hopefully other things will come up. I did a thing for Seventeen that comes out this month and just some other random stuff.

JB: They ask those weird, "What's your favorite color?" kind of questions.

MV: Oh my God. Nothing against the magazines because they definitely have their purposes, but I don't want to answer questions like "Do you have a girlfriend" and "What is your favorite color". Answering more adult questions is more intriguing and that's the vibe I'd like to give off.

(Silence)

MV: My favorite color is black by the way!

[miniongrin]

Statute of Limitations (Immortals AU)

Wrote 800 words for an AU that’s been rotating in my brain for over a year that I still haven’t written, but I’m posting this anyway because I do what I want.

AU context, sparknotes edition: Ingo couldn’t get sent back directly to the future for timey-wimey reasons and spent 140 years immortal, chilling in the Coronet Highlands. Accidentally befriended/tamed/domesticated the feral cat of a man we know as Volo (also immortal) while he was waiting to catch up to the future and his twin. Now the Nimbasa trio has been reunited for over a year and Volo is the twins’ weird roommate and Elesa’s bitchiest bestie.

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“Hang on,” Elesa says one night, as they’re sitting around the twins’ living room eating Sinnoh takeout, two and a half hours and two-thirds of the way into an hour-long documentary on Hisui. They keep pausing to give Ingo and Volo the chance to expound on whatever topic the documentary didn’t have the time or information to elaborate on themselves; Ingo’s infodumping is familiar and comforting, while Volo’s is a bit of a surprise but hilariously bitchy. Even when the documentary gets things right. “Volo—you consulted on this? Historically?”

“That makes it sound like I did so fifty years ago,” Volo sniffs. “I was a historical consultant on the topic. Mostly by mail; by the time they were making this, Cynthia was a little too popular for me to go wandering around Sinnoh without a good excuse for looking like her fraternal twin.”

So, yes, but in fifty words instead of one. Cool. “You like… you got paid money for this? Is this your job?”

Volo makes an dismissive sound. “Yes, I got paid for it, but it’s not exactly reliable work, nor does it pay greatly. As a historian, the best money is in research grants, but those are a little hard to get a hold of without extensive history at a university, and my need to shuffle identities every decade or so did clash with the need to accumulate that sort of history.”

“…So, yes but no?”

Volo rolls his eyes at her. “Yes, but no.”

Elesa mulls over that. She doesn’t unpause the documentary just yet, because there’s a niggling question in her brain now—

“Do you have a job?” Emmet asks before she can. “You’re here a lot.”

Volo huffs, deciding to take offense in that catty way of his, so Elesa jumps in before letting him answer: “Dude, you’re clearly loaded, I have never once heard you say a thing about hopping back and forth between here and Sinnoh and plane tickets aren’t cheap. Frankly, neither is this apartment, and I’d be surprised if you’re just letting the twins pay for it all.”

Volo regards her shrewdly for a moment, then hums as his eyes slide away. “Don’t worry about it.”

That is the least satisfying answer on the planet. She and Emmet immediately turn to Ingo for answers.

“I do not worry about it,” Ingo says immediately.

Elesa and Emmet’s eyes meet. Weird, suspicious emphasis with no real answer. Hmmm.

“I am Emmet. Are we harboring a fucking criminal?” Emmet demands.

Volo sputters. “I beg your pardon? That’s your first assumption?”

“That’s not an answer,” Elesa points out, entertained. “He’s only going to get more suspicious the more you avoid giving one.”

“And you, of course, are virtuously on my side,” Volo mutters bitchily. “The disrespect! And here I thought we had something. A camaraderie, if you will—”

“It’s not like you’re a poacher, Ingo would worry about it a whole lot if that were the case,” Elesa interrupts him. “I can’t really imagine you beating someone up—”

“I can,” Emmet says.

“—without going full-on crazy eyes,” Elesa corrects herself. “So this hypothetical crime you may have committed and have definitely not denied committing is probably, y’know. Petty. Which fits, because you are a petty, petty bitch!”

“I,” Volo says with dignity, “am the classiest bitch any of you will ever meet.”

“I am the classiest bitch in this room, but nice try.”

“You’re all cutting-edge fashion and avant-garde, that’s not the same thing as class.”

Elesa gasps loudly in overblown offense. “You take that back!”

“Ladies, you are both pretty,” Emmet intones. “Ingo. Has Volo committed crimes? Yes or no.”

Ingo pinches the bridge of his nose. “He doesn’t have a valid birth certificate and yet has had a functional passport for decades despite being stuck at twenty-seven. Of course he’s committed crimes, we knew that already.”

“I am Emmet. I meant for money.”

Ingo shrugs and reaches for a new can of soda. “Well, that’s none of my business.”

“Ingo.”

“Look,” Volo sighs, “can any of you truthfully tell me that you’ve never talked to a particularly out-of-touch gentleman whose lone battling Pokémon is holding a useless nugget of gold worth more than everything you have on your person and thought, you know, I bet I have an island somewhere that I could sell this moron?”

There’s a beat of silence. Emmet snorts. Ingo puts a hand over his face that doesn’t hide the amused curl to the corner of his mouth.

Elesa cackles. “Oh dragons, you scam rich people for a living? I need to hear about this right now immediately. Story time! Funniest scam you’ve done, let’s go.”

“Accusing me of being a scam artist now?” Volo snips facetiously, but he’s smirking. “I will confess to nothing. …At least, not until I have the chance to check the statute of limitations for a few things.”

[androidcharles]

Happy father's day! For those who aren't into the dads, I hope your day has been good nonetheless! Either way, I decided to write a little quick something to kinda give you guys an idea of not only more of my headcanons involving the Toppat past, but also where the fuck Ace Williams, Terrence's son came from. This isn't too long, just a bit of a quick one, but there are some mentions of abortion and of course male pregnancy, so if those are things that freak you out, you probably shouldn't read this!

With that, let's get into the story!

Reginald sorted through the assorted cloths in the bin as he let out a small “harumph.” He could have sworn there was a cloth in here that would make the perfect outfit. He let out a small sigh as he tried to dig through the pile before he looked up to see Taylor Tailor smiling smugly at him.

“Hey, Reggie, Terry’s here to talk to you,” Taylor said, motioning for him to follow them. He tipped his head to the side as he followed them to the main area of the seamstress department, where Terrence was sitting very awkwardly. Which was… strange. This was still his friend right? The same guy who would often hit on girls for no reason other then for the heck of it. So what was going on?

“Terry?” Reginald asked as Terrence jumped, smiling awkwardly as he rubbed the back of his head.

“Hey Reg. Nice to see ya, um… there’s something I’ve gotta tell… somebody really. You’re the only person I can really trust with this information right now. At least until I work up the courage to tell the chief and his right hand.

“Hm? What is it?” Reginald asked. Terrence sat down before standing up, trying to figure out how to tell him. Finally he sat down and placed his hands into his face.

“I’m pregnant…”

Reginald dropped the fabric he had accidentally taken with him on the ground as his eyes widened, almost in immediate shock.

“You’re… you… how did…” Reginald began to sputter as Terrence’s arms flew up into the air.

“I DON’T EVEN KNOW! Greater ones above, three months ago to me was just an awful blur. I can’t believe I forgot how I got pregnant. I remember having sex with one dude… I don’t remember if he used protection. I was drunk I think-”

“Oh greater ones above, you HAD DRUNK SEX?! Are you sure he wasn’t taking advantage of you?!” Reginald screamed.

“No, he wasn’t! I paid him to have sex with me. It was money well spent too… man he hit the right spots… ah well… anyway, the worst I was expecting was an STD but pregnancy… this is just too much.”

Reginald pursed his lips, trying to come up with a solution to this obvious problem. While on one hand, he wanted to scold Terrence for once again taking a risk in sleeping with a random stranger and managing to get pregnant in the process. But on the other, he couldn’t help but feel concerned about how Terrence was feeling right now. He sat down next to Terrence, who only looked away, clearly embarrassed.

“Terry, it’s gonna be alright. It’s all done now and there’s nothing that can really be done except, well-”

“No.” Reginald sighed as Terrence shook his head.

“I know there’s scientific mumbo jumbo that dictates that the thing inside of me isn’t technically alive yet, but greater ones above, getting rid of it before it even experiences life? No way dude. Until it starts killing me from the inside out, it stays in my body,” Terrence said.

“OK… so now that I know how long you’ve been pregnant, how did you figure it out?” Reginald asked.

“Guh, I don’t know. Lately I’d been craving really strange things, Danny went on about how I’ve been throwing up a little too much recently, and I get really mood swingy. I thought I was just taking some bad pills. Oh god, I’ve been drinking while pregnant do you think that’s gonna effect things?!”

“Well, you can stop now and hope that the drinking you’ve done doesn’t effect things now,” Reginald said.

“Well, it’s a good thing I haven’t be really craving beer…” Terrence said, laying his head onto Reginald’s shoulder, “But eventually I was talking to Ariel and… I don’t know, I started talking about how I’ve been sick lately and she went on to say that that was how she was before she had Carol. I took a pregnancy test from a drug store we were visiting and what do you know… it was positive,” Terrence said.

“Well now that aborting it is out of the question, it’s now time to decide if you’re going actually halt everything just so you can take care of this little one,” Reginald said, “After all, you probably won’t be allowed on anymore raids once you reach five months.”

“Shit, that’s two months from now…” Terrence said, “Damn…”

“And of course, you’re going to have to stay in the nursery until your baby is coherent enough to actually waddle on it’s own without your assistance. The separation will kill it, but it’ll get over it,” Reginald said.

“The thought of being away from my little dude is seriously making me anxious,” Terrence muttered, “Well, I guess I’d better be ready for the hiatus then. And I was kinda hoping to become the right hand too.” Reginald couldn’t help but feel a bit of rush when Terrence said this. He had talked extensively about how he wanted the right hand position for quite some time now and he was starting to get serious about it.

The thought of Terrence giving up the position just so he could raise his new child…

Then the idea of reality snapped back at him. It wasn’t like Terrence was going to be at his child’s side forever. He would be pregnant for another seven months, give or take, then he would probably give childcare for about nine or so months before he got back on his feet.

It would be a year and a half just about and Paul Dagwood wasn’t ready to retire yet.

“Well, don’t worry. I don’t think this will hurt your chances. If anything, it might actually increase them!” Reginald said, “Wilford seems a bit tough on the outside, but on the inside, he’s a family man. I’m pretty he’ll love that your raising a child. Regardless of where it came from…”

“I’m glad you think so Reg,” Terrence said, “I’m sorry if I’m being moody right now. Darn baby making me moody. So should I tell the chief?”

“It’s best. And get with the doctors as well. You need to have a plan in place, especially if things go awry or if the baby does hurting from the inside out and-”

“Will you stop worrying!?” Terrence said, punching Reginald’s arm, “I’ll be fine, I promise! I’ll just have to take baby steps from here. Quite literally I guess…” Reginald let out a small sigh before he nodded his head.

“Well, take care. You know where to find me if you get cold feet,” Reginald said. Terrence waved as Reginald sighed, placing his hands into his head.

Terry’s going to be a father.

Jaques never said anything about this...

[kristannafever]

A Sky Full of Sun - 2

Kristanna Modern au Rated: M WC: 2430

Chapter Index

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Kristoff tucked himself into the aisle seat and tried to keep his arms to himself, hard as that was with the dude who was sitting next to him already occupying the shared space between the seats and some even of his.  

This flight was going to be a fucking nightmare.   He crossed his arms, pissed that he wasn’t even going to be able to relax his shoulders and read.  

Too bad you aren’t sitting by that little redhead, he thought.

Kristoff had been a little surprised when Anna introduced herself.  She was very friendly – he had a feeling she was a talker – and she was stunning.  Her eyes were beautiful and he was lucky enough to catch them again as she passed him by down the aisle to find her seat.  She flashed him a smile but didn’t say anything.

He sighed.  It wouldn’t be so bad if he was sitting beside Sven at least.  He hated shoulder rubbing with a stranger.   He closed his eyes and laid his head back on the seat, willing this flight to be over as quick as possible as every person who walked by bumped his other arm that was sticking into the aisle.  He couldn’t help the way his body was built and he just didn’t fit properly into these crammed seats.  If he had the money for it, he’d fly first class everywhere.

There was a light tap on his shoulder.  

“Hey, Kristoff.”

He opened his eyes and Anna’s face was right there, in his personal space.  

“I’m alone in my row,” she said quietly.  “I asked where Liz picked their seats because she paid extra for it, and when I booked my ticket, I did the same and snagged the window seat beside them.  You want to join me?  It’ll be more room for you.”

He didn’t hesitate. “Absolutely, yes, thank you.”  

She grinned at him and he grabbed his backpack from under the seat in front of him and followed her three rows back to the other side of the plane.  She was about to slide over to the window seat when she stopped and turned back to him.  

“You know what, why don’t you take the window.  That way people won’t be bumping into your arm the whole time.”

“Uh, okay.”  Had she noticed that while other people were boarding the plane?  Did that mean she was looking?   “You don’t mind?”

“Not at all!”  She beamed.

Kristoff felt his cheeks get warm as he slid into the window seat and Anna followed by sitting on the aisle. He sure wasn’t expecting this. Now he could let his broad shoulders relax, he could enjoy his book, even stick his long legs over to the middle a bit when he wanted to stretch.  Suddenly the next five hours weren’t looking so grim and Kristoff smiled to himself.

Anna caught him doing so. “Much better, right?”

He looked at her, smiling wider.  “So much better.  Thank you.”

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“I still don’t understand how you managed not to pee this whole time,” she said, as she leaned over towards him, in his personal space again, and looked out the window as they were making their approach to land.

Kristoff chuckled.  “I used the bathroom in the airport before boarding and don’t drink anything on the plane.”

“I don’t know how you do that.”  She leaned back in her seat and looked at him.  “It’s so dry on these things, I’m always parched.”

“Oh, I’m thirsty, but it sure beats having to squish and squeeze past people down these narrow aisles to use those tiny bathrooms.”

“For someone as tall and broad as you, I guess I understand.” She laughed.

Kristoff felt a fluttery feeling in his stomach to hear her laugh.   He had expected her to talk his ear off the whole flight, then to his surprise, she pulled a book out of her bag and they barely talked the whole time.   He got to read his own book and be comfortable in his seat, but he felt an odd and very foreign sense of disappointment that they didn’t have a conversation.  Still, he figured, they were sharing a condo for the next two weeks. There would be plenty of time to talk.

The plane landed smoothly and they de-planed onto the stairs to walk across the tarmac in the hot and humid air towards customs.  Kristoff was glad the airport was air conditioned; his t-shirt was already sticking to his body.  He couldn’t wait to get to the place and throw on a swimsuit and hit the pool.

Anna got through before him and as soon as he was in the baggage area he used the bathroom, then found his bag and Anna further up in the security line where luggage was being checked.  When he finally exited the secure area, he found Anna already in line at the Taxi stand. She joined him after and they were directed to a cab.  The ride was as quiet as the plane, each of them looking out the windows to take in a place neither of them had ever been before.   Or at least he assumed she’d never been.  He supposed that would be something he could ask her should he want to start up a conversation.

They checked in with the administration office when they arrived at the building and were given a plastic wrist band to wear for the duration of their stay.  Kristoff loathed them, but he understood they needed them to get in and out of the gated and secure property. With that done, they went to the third tower, loaded themselves and their bags into a small elevator and rode up to the seventh floor.

Kristoff opened the door and Anna gasped behind him as they walked inside.  The views were absolutely stunning.  The ocean stretched out before them through a wall of sliding glass panels. The condo was beautiful as well, as they paused a moment to take it all in, before they both wandered down the hall to the bedrooms.

“I guess we get first pick since Sven and Liz aren’t here!” she said, and went into the first door on her right with the ocean view.  “Oh, yup! This one is mine!  I call it!”

Kristoff chuckled as he paused at her door to look in.  The room was perfect, same great ocean view as the main living space, television on a dresser across from the bed, and a large bathroom.  He continued down the hall, ignoring the bedrooms on the left with the view of the town, and went into the one beside Anna’s.  They layout was reversed and the room was a little bit less wide, but otherwise just as perfect.  

“I think I got the master, there’s two sinks in the bathroom,” she said, walking right into his room to look around.

“Nice.” Kristoff smiled and threw his bag on the bed.

They went back to the main area where the couches, easy chairs, and a large table were, then slid the glass panels back all the way.  The ocean breeze was magnificent as they took in the full view and the grounds below them.  The deck stretched all the way to the bedrooms and Kristoff walked the length of it, realizing that the bedrooms also opened onto the deck.  He had half a mind to slide the glass back and listen to the ocean all night long.  Then again, in this heat and humidity he might prefer to have the AC on.  He was already feeling a little overwhelmed by it.

He walked back to where Anna was looking down.  There was a huge pool in the middle, a smaller one off the side of the Palapa bar, and another small one tucked in the back on the other side that Kristoff realized was a wading pool for kids.   The big blue patch of water in the middle sure did look inviting at the moment.

“Hey you want to grab a beer or something?” Anna asked, smiling at him.

Kristoff almost instinctively said yes, then his eyes slid back down to the pool.  “Uh, maybe after a swim?  That water sure looks pretty appealing right now.  I’ve kind of been thinking about hitting the pool all day.”

To his delight, Anna looked excited.  He half expected her to maybe say she’d catch up with him later.  “Sure!  Let’s do it.”

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Anna’s excitement dissolved into nervousness as soon as she was alone in her room looking at her bathing suits.  Well, the excitement to see Kristoff without a shirt on was definitely still there, but now she was a little nervous to be in a swimsuit herself.  She’d be going with the one piece for sure, plus that way there would be less sunblock to have to apply… wait!  Sunblock!  How was she going to get it on her back without his help?  

Anna groaned and grabbed her bathing suit and changed into it quickly fighting the anxious feeling she suddenly had.  If she didn’t get a grip of herself, she was going to ruin her good mood, and no one wants to have their good mood ruined on vacation.   Grabbing her bathing suit cover, she shoved it in her beach bag along with sunglasses, ball cap, her book, extra sunblock and her cell phone, then took a calming breath before leaving her room to find Kristoff waiting in the main area.

He turned around when he heard her approach, can of spray sunblock in his hand and Anna felt a sense of relief.  Aerosol! What a genius invention!  Not that she would mind having Kristoff rub sunscreen on her back and shoulders, not at all.  In fact, that would have been lovely.  But awkward!  So awkward. They’d only just met.  Then he’d probably want her to put some on him and she’d have to rub it all over his broad, muscular back and shoulders… Oh God, he looks so good in that bathing suit.  

“Um…”  He cleared his throat gently, eyes fixed onto hers like he was concentrating hard on not looking anywhere else.  “I don’t suppose you’d mind spraying this on my back?  I can help you too, if…”

He let the question fall and Anna nodded, taking the sunscreen.  She did her best to cover every inch of his skin, taking in the sight of him.  That body of his was something else.   Then it was her turn and Anna gasped as the cold sunscreen was sprayed on.

“Sorry, that’s the trouble with this stuff,” he murmured, and slid the can into his backpack.  

He handed her a monogramed towel with the unit number on it that he mentioned he found in the open hall cubby, and they rode the elevator down to the pools.  As they walked down the palm-tree lined pathways, Anna asked him if he wanted to go to the adult only pool by the bar that administration told them about.  He answered he’d rather just start off in the big one, and they found a pair of lounge chairs that surrounded the pool, put their things on them and waded into the water.

Anna couldn’t help but look around at everyone lounging around the pool, and as she expected, there were eyes on Kristoff.  A rather large group of ladies in particular seemed to be pointing him out to each other and whispering in each other’s ears.  To be honest, it made Anna a little jealous.  Liz told her he was single and Anna was not here to be matched up with someone, she made that very clear, but she immediately liked Kristoff, and found herself hoping on things she told herself she was simply not going to do on her first vacation since dumping her ex.  She suddenly had to wonder if he actually might hit it off with one of those ladies.  Anna obviously still didn’t know him well enough yet to know exactly what kind of person he was, she only knew that he was single and maybe he was looking to mingle.

Anna followed Kristoff to the infinity ledge of the pool where he put is elbows up on the rounded edge and looked out to the ocean only a dozen yards away.  His chin came down on his folded wrists and he gave a sigh of satisfaction that Anna echoed as she perched herself the same way as him.  Her feet were floating in the water here though where she knew Kristoff was touching the bottom with his long legs.

They remained that way in silence for a while, watching people pass on the beach, parasailers floating by and speed boats pulling groups on long banana boats just beyond the surf.  The sun was low in the sky.  Sunset would be happening soon and Anna was excited to see it.  This place was truly a paradise.  

“So, thanks again for letting me sit with you on the plane,” Kristoff said quietly, breaking the silence.

“Oh, I was happy to share my row!” Anna said.  “I figured I would snag you before some stranger asked to take the aisle seat or something.”

He looked over at her and smiled then turned his attention back to the ocean.  “I wasn’t sure what to expect, but this place is really nice.”

“Totally!  I asked Liz where we were staying and looked up pictures on line before we came.  I could not wait to get down here.”

“You and Liz seem pretty close?” he asked.

“Yeah, we’re getting that way for sure.  I’m still new to the city, I only moved there two months ago, but as soon as I met Liz at work, we hit it off.”

“Oh yeah?  That’s good to hear.  Where did you move from?”

Anna told him, and all about how her engagement fell trough when she discovered her fiancé was cheating on her – able to laugh it off now about dodging that bullet – and how she decided to start over in a new city.  Then she found herself kind of just rambling on about her life and she would have felt embarrassed had it not been for the fact that he was clearly listening.  He kept asking her questions and making comments.  

And when the sun was about to set, Anna fell silent in favour of being in the moment.  They both watched as it touched the ocean and sunk into it, getting smaller and smaller until all that was left was a faint sliver of light, and then it was gone.

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[astxrwar]

i care about quentin beck so much please keep telling us about your thoughts and ideas. i am so totally not normal about him, he just has so much potential!! i adored your third chapter of ties that bind, i love the way you write him and you have such a way with words. its just very well done and im so glad there’s at least one other person on this planet who thinks about him <3

AHHHH THANK U ILY we can be deranged about him together <3

rn i'm working on chapter 4 (which is already at fucking 7k! that's not even counting the like 4k+ miscellaneous stuff I already have written that will go in later chapters!!! im on such a writing bender rn it's insane)

manic brain puke (SO MUCH OF IT. SORRY!!! i have the normal amount of thoughts.jpeg) about the details below the cut if you're interested

buttt basically premise is there are a few scenes covering from like december to about march, next semester stuff, etc, some Plot Details (for once! lmao) about trying to figure out PhD stuff that will be Relevant later on and then when you have to stay late again in like. march. right before spring break when banner's off at a conference in toronto for two days you end up forgetting your apartment keys in his office so they're like. locked in there until he gets back. anyway basically all alternative plans end up not working out and you end up just going with quentin to his apartment which you both are sure (well HE is sure, you're less sure than you are Determined lmao. you are both fucking Wrong) will change things exactly Zero Percent.

(spoilers. it does actually change things a non-zero-percent. are you,,, perhaps,,, friends now??? unthinkable)

anyway my thoughts are basically 1. atp you guys finally exchange phone numbers 2. you both realize actually hooking up in somebody's apartment (either of yours) is way better than hooking up on the sly in the bio building and then 3. your hot water boiler goes out in may and you end up there AGAIN for like a WEEK and stuff changes MORE and then 4. there starts to be some light angst and like. non-platonic feelings on both ends. shit starts to get messy because you start thinking about doing your dissertation in stark's lab and quentin is like. "absolutely fucking not and no I won't explain why <3" because of course they have beef.

quentin did his postdoc under tony in this au lol. he hates him because tony fucked up a patent for something quentin invented during the postdoc and it lost him a lot of money; obviously tony is stupid fucking rich (he owns and funds an entire university! insanely rich) but quentin is Not so it like. kind of irreparably broke their relationship. tony feels Bad and that's why 1. quentin is tenured despite being technically too young and gets paid a stupid amount for academia; like at least 100k. 2. he's not required to take on undergraduate researchers in his lab (a hassle, requires lots of teaching, usually a requirement for academic research) and 3. doesn't technically have to take on PhD students either. but he does not really tell you any of this explicitly, the details kind of just come together over time, and he definitely does not say why the thought of you joining stark's lab has him being like "absolutely fucking not lmao". a big part of it is that quentin is like... aware that tony just kind of Collects smart people (like him, bruce banner, basically the entire staff + his PhD students and postdocs) and in quentin's stupid little emotionally stunted baby brain he's like "he can't have this one!!!! this one is mine,,, >:((" and does he communicate this at all? no! mans is pathologically allergic to normal emotional availability sldkfsd

so despite historically avoiding taking on PhD researchers he's like. I will let you do your work in my lab if you don't go join stark's lab. But then the issue becomes like... dude you can't be my PhD advisor, we're fucking. that's not allowed. even just fucking your PI (lab manager basically) is a massive no-no and if it got out it would bring into question the reliability of literally all of your research (the fact aside that Quentin would never lie about science for anything. even for love. fuck that shit the way that he cares about people is by absolutely tearing their work to pieces not by pretending bad science is good. literally why he bothers you all the fucking time That's How He Cares It's Incredibly Dysfunctional but i digress) but i'm imagining that it's not really explicitly outlawed in the official code of ethics because it's tony stark's university lmao. He Is A Whore i'm sure he's fucked a lot of his PhD students/postdocs/etc. (Im thinking of having quentin and tony maybe have a past history when he did his postdoc. bisexual quentin supremacy. but also because it adds another layer to the whole "i do not want you to be around him At All" because he knows that tony is functionally incapable of having normal relationships with students. it's the ways that they are very similar but also very different etc etc) basically it becomes a whole deeply emotionally fraught Mess. bruce banner agrees to still be your PhD advisor despite you not doing work in his lab which is uncommon but not unheard of, but it's still like. either you and Quentin need to Stop Fucking or you need to agree that you're never going to have a bad breakup (I say this as if it's even a mutually agreed upon relationship and not just two morons incapable of admitting they care about each other) because it would absolutely ruin both your careers. angst(TM)

I probably will not make it an unhappy ending because I hate those. I have no idea how I'm going to end it though tbh