#so you're welcome kids

[hoperenae]

Chapter 12: The lonely bro

TROUBLESOME TRIO - SMAU

SYNOPSIS: You’ve been close friends with Kenma and Kuroo for years. You grew up in the same neighborhood as them until you moved away a few years ago. You could count on them to be there for you through anything, so when you break up with your boyfriend and seek their comfort, they are right there to dry your tears (via texting, but still). But what happens when one of them develops romantic feelings for you? Is the trio in jeopardy?

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FUN FACTS

+ This is a week after the previous part

+ Kenma purposely hasn't started a conversation in the group chat bc he wanted to see if his prediction about Kuroo and y/n breaking up the trio would come true

+ Writing angry Kenma makes me sad. We don't like to see friends fight :(

TAGLIST: @celcero @sugaslilsugabby @soudahearts @marveloussupernerd

[originalartblog]

they're experiencing issues over at the Armed Detective Agency

[boyfriendgideon]

thinking tonight about the bruce wayne that went through horrific trauma and decided he would never be unprepared again, that he would prevent as much pain as possible from occurring to others in the future. the bruce wayne that saw a boy who had been orphaned, recognized his rage and his hurt, and decided to help however he could. the bruce wayne that looked at a kid jacking his tires and wondered if he could use something to eat. the bruce wayne who doesn’t know how to leave well enough alone. the bruce wayne that started keeping lollipops in his tool belt to calm down and distract kids. the bruce wayne who loves his city fiercely, who wants things to be better than they are and fights to make them that way, both day and night. the bruce wayne who funds social programs and leads with compassion whenever he can. the bruce wayne who wants his kids to be happier and better than he is. the bruce wayne who doesn’t work alone, who’s best friends with superman. the bruce wayne with routines and habits and plans and backup plans. the bruce wayne with layers. the bruce wayne who is awkward and paranoid and angry and protective and traumatized and loving and strong and brave and relentless. the bruce wayne who is so, so imperfect, but loves, even when a part of him wishes he wouldn't. 

[wykart]

The elder men spoke low. They took a vote and said no. They turned around real slow. Where did they go? Where did they go? And the question oh, the question: can the kid keep his eyes, if the fire doesn't die? They said no.

They Took a Vote and Said No - Sunset Rubdown

[yangjeongin]

hyun.ear's holiday

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

Laughingstock Lives in My Head Rent Free because Of You (/pos)

YIPPEE YAHOO <3<3

[hyunsung]

HYUNJIN x YAYAYA; 220628 credit.

[anewp0tat0]

I like Sebastian but Claude is more aesthetically pleasing. (did i say this to you before? I feel like I did.......Is my brain melting)

😒

this your man?

[cottonii]

mmmmmmmmmacaca

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

Oct 31st [Felix + Aphrodisiacs]

[9:23] “Buttercup~”

You followed the sound of the pet name into the kitchen where Felix was cutting a tray of brownies. He gave you a quick smile as you entered the room and you drifted over to him, hugging him around the waist and pressing against his back. You watched as he carefully cut them all as evenly as he could before taking two and placing them on a plate.

“Did you add anything special this time?” You hummed to him.

Felix had something of a penchant for potions. Along with his baking he dabbled in alchemy and potion making and every once in a while he mixed the two, seeing if he could add some different effects to his baked goods. 

Felix nodded, smiling as you pressed some light kisses to his cheek.

“It should work something like a love potion, it just makes everything feel stronger.” He shifted to glance at you. “It might make us even more mushy and loving than usual.”

You kissed his cheek again. “I think that’s impossible.”

“I guess we’ll just have to see,” He grinned, grabbing a brownie and wiggling around in your arms to face you. You kept him pressed against the counter as he brought the brownie up between your faces. You grinned at him across the treat at him before you both leaned in, taking a bite out of either side.

Still warm from the oven, you let the rich chocolate taste with a hint of something that you couldn’t quite pinpoint melt on your tongue. You closed your eyes, enjoying his delicious baking and humming at the taste. Felix’s free hand found your hip and he gave it a squeeze as you took another bite of the brownie.

“I take it you like it?” You could hear the grin in his voice before you opened your eyes.

“I always like what you make,” you hummed.

Felix squeezed your waist again, smile turning bashful as the tips of his ears tinted red. “Okay, well then do you feel any different?”

You leaned over the brownie to kiss his nose. “Not yet, love.”

Felix frowned at the treat. “Maybe this mix is a dud, then.”

“How about one more bite?” You encouraged.

“You just want more brownie,” he teased.

“Maybe,” you grinned, leaning in and taking another bite. Felix finished off the last of the brownie, kissing you sugary sweetly as he finished his part. When he pulled back he looked at you expectantly, hopefully. 

“I’m sorry, love. Nothing yet.”

Felix sighed, expression looking dejected. You cupped his cheeks and kissed his pout until he smiled for you and you rested your nose against his. “Maybe it just takes a while. Let’s go sit down for a while and just see.”

“Sure,” he hummed, unconvinced.

You laced your fingers with his and led him to the couch. As you settled you pulled him close, legs laying across your lap and head resting on your shoulder. You turned on the movie before wrapping your arms around Felix while he cuddled against you, the pout having returned to his lips.

You let a hand travel up to his head, running through his hair soothingly and occasionally leaving a few kisses on his forehead. As the movie played he seemed to pout just a bit less, but he also seemed a bit uncomfortable. He started shifting and squirming in your lap, seemingly trying to find a comfy position.

You shifted your hand to rub his back, hoping it would help him settle and get comfy but you were becoming more aware of your own problem. You were feeling warmer and warmer by the second, so much so you thought you might start sweating. You didn’t want to move Felix off your lap but you were starting to get uncomfortable yourself. Maybe his brownies did have some kind of effects after all.

“You feeling okay, love?” You asked, tapping his back gently. His face was flushed and you wondered if he was feeling warm too. When he looked at you his pupils were blown wide and he had a nervous look on his face. It was cute as always but something about it made you want to absolutely ruin him. The speed at which the idea came to your mind and the accompanying arousal threw you for a loop.

“Y-Yeah?” He mumbled.

You went back to rubbing his back, swallowing down the sudden thoughts. “Okay, good. I think something in your ingredients is making me a little warm, though.”

“Me too,” he said quickly, shifting off your lap. He sat next to you instead, pulling his knees up to his chest and resting against your side. “This will be better.”

“Wanna keep watching the movie?” You asked.

“Yep,” he was answering far too quickly but you had yet to figure out what he was so nervous about all of a sudden. You knew pressing him about it would just lead him to scurry off so you had to be gentle about it if you really wanted to know. You wrapped an arm around him, resting your head on top of his as you watched a little more of the movie.

Your mind refused to settle down now. As you breathed in his warm, comforting scent you found your mind wandering to the way his moans sound just as sweet as his brownies taste. You wanted to hold him, to pull him closer. You settled for slipping your hand under his shirt and drawing small circles against his waist.

Felix started to squirm under your touch and it only made it harder to focus. It only made you think more about how he always grabbed at you or scratched his nails down your back when he was feeling good. Each thought, each memory of a night together that played through your mind was making heat pool in the pit of your stomach.

You gave Felix’s waist another squeeze and he hid his face in your shoulder, letting out what you were sure was a whimper as he shuddered. 

“Felix?” You questioned.

“I-I think- u-uh” He swallowed hard. “I-I think maybe the brownies really did something.”

You took a moment to process his behavior and your own feelings. A small “oh” fell off your lips as you reached a conclusion.

“I’m sorry,” he squeaked. “I swear this wasn’t on purpose.”

You chuckled at his nervousness, reaching for his chin and tilting his face up to look at you. “You don’t usually apologize for getting horny, Lix.”

A nervous grin tugged at his lips. “It’s normally on purpose.”

“You sure? Sometimes you get pretty worked up just from watching me do any little thing.”

His cheeks burned red at that and he whined. “Well this was an accident.”

“What are you going to do about your little accident, Lix?”

He bit down on his lip, not meeting your eye for a second before making up his mind. He stretched out his legs from where they had been curled up before swinging one over your lap and straddling. It made sense now why he was all curled up when he pressed his hips against you, fully hard in his sweats. He wanted to keep his problem a secret, though you knew you would have found out sooner or later. He wrapped his arms around your neck, pressing his nose to yours.

“Promise I’ll make you feel good, Buttercup.” He hummed against your lips, already gently grinding down into your lap.

Your hands found his hips, holding them firmly as he moved, whimpers falling from his tongue to yours. Felix pressed against you, arms locked around your neck holding you just as tightly as you held him. His kisses were quickly growing more desperate and needy, moaning as your tongue pressed into his mouth.

Being with Felix was electrifying, it always was. Even his magical abilities aside touching him, him touching you, it always felt phenomenal. But today, it was like every sense was live wire. The brownies were playing a role to be sure, but so was Felix’s desperation. He was always easily needy but something about the effects of his concoction were making him want you in a way that was already nearly overwhelming.

Not that you were complaining.

Felix was tipping his hips even more, resting on his knees on either side of you and leaning into you even more while his hips started to move more roughly. His kisses were getting sloppy as more moans poured from him. But despite his sounds making your own body hotter, making arousal pool in your core, his grinding wasn’t doing much for you. You knew if you let him keep going he’d cum right in his sweats and as cute as that was, you wanted more.

You pressed down hard on Felix’s hips, doing your best to hold him still. His hips stuttered and stopped as he pulled back to look at you and the image of him only made you want him more. His eyes were wide, dark pupils staring back at you with desperation. His lips, puffed out in a pout and even more plush from the desperate kisses. His cheeks were flushed with a cute pink underlying the freckles that dotted his skin.

“W-Why did yo-”

“Weren’t you going to make me feel good, Lix?”

Felix dropped his gaze just a little. Clearly, he had gotten carried away too quickly. 

“I-I would have…”

“Are you sure?” You grinned. “You seemed like you would have cum soon if I let you keep going.”

Felix met your eye quickly, shaking his head. “N-No, I wasn’t that clos-ahh” His words fell off into a moan as you pressed the heel of your palm against he bulge in his sweats, noting the wet patch from his clearly leaking cock.

“Not that close?” You questioned.

Felix wouldn’t look at you now, face burning. “Promise I’ll make you feel good,” he mumbled. “E-Even if I cum quick I promise.”

“How about I cash in that promise now?” You grinned. “Why don’t you get on your knees for me, Lix?”

Felix nodded, slipping off your lap and moving onto the floor. He settled his hands in his lap but not touching himself before looking up at you through his lashes sweetly.

“So sweet,” you cooed, running your fingers through his hair. Felix leant into your touch, clearly wanting absolutely anything you would give him, even more so than usual. The sight of him waiting patiently for you to tell him what to do could have driven you wild all on its own without him opening his mouth.

“Please hurry, buttercup,” He said, bottom lip pouting again. “Don’t make me wait to taste you. I can’t wait, I can’t take it.”

Even in his desperation he still knew what you wanted to hear. Maybe it was his own neediness to have any contact, and touch, any taste of you. But either way it nearly made you moan with the rush of arousal that shot through you. You made quick work of your own pants, slipping them off along with your panties before spreading your legs for him, working your fingers into his hair. He let out a moan as he took in the sight of your glistening core. His gaze of pure lust flickered up to meet your eye, only your permission holding him back.

“Make me feel good, Lix,” You grinned. “Just like you promised.”

That was all it took for Felix to dive between your legs. Your head fell back quickly in a moan at the sudden, intense sensation as his tongue started lapping through your folds and over your clit. His hands wrapped around your thighs, squeezing the soft skin and pulling you closer to the edge of the couch.

The arousal and desire that had been pooling in your core was finally set alight by the way he moved his tongue, knowing just how fast, just how hard you liked it. Each movement gave you a jolt of pleasure that washed through your senses. Already your felt tension starting in your body while moans poured from your lips.

You were sure you could feel everything so much more than normally. The way his fingers pressed into your skin, the soft tickle of his hair against your thighs as he pressed his face in closely, the motions of his warm, wet tongue against your body. Each moan he let out was like music that only turned you on more, only helped along by the fact that his moan vibrated through your body. The sound of moans mixing with the lewd sounds of him eating you out. 

“So sweet,” his words were so muffled against you you nearly missed them but as they registered you felt even more arousal, so much so that you thought you might burst. Your fingers dug into his hair, tightening your hold.

“Tastes sweet, Lix?” Your voice was far more breathy than you thought it would be but by the way it made Felix squirm you were sure he was only getting more turned on.

“Perfect,” He murmured. “Want you always.”

“You want this taste on your tongue every day, Lix?” You hummed.

“Please,” he whined before sucking your clit between his lips.

“Fuck, that’s so good,” you moaned, hips grinding up against his face. It only seemed to turn him on more. He did nothing to stop you, chasing you with his tongue instead and growing more messy and needy as he did so.

“Need you to cum,” He mumbled. “Need it on my tongue, please.”

“Keep going, Lix,” You moaned. “Just like that, so good.”

You held his hair, not that you were keeping him anywhere when he wouldn’t break away from your sweet cunt for the world, not when he had the need to taste your sweet release on his tongue. He ate you out with more vigor than he ever had, moaning almost as much as you were from the taste and your hand in his hair and how hard he was, how much he needed release too.

Your eyes screwed shut as the tension in your body nearly reached its breaking point. Your head fell back against the couch and your hips rode his tongue as moans fell from your lips. The way he touched you and moved felt so electrifying. Curses fell from your lips as your thighs trembled, pressing in hard around Felix’s head in a way that only spurred him on more as he sucked and licked at your clit as if his life depended on it.

He sucked hard on your clit, nails dragging down the back of your thighs, and you fell over your edge. You cried out his name as your hips bucked up, completely away from his lips through the force of your orgasm. You felt the warm gush between your legs, hearing Felix’s gasp, and then groan as his grip on your thighs tightened while he brought his tongue to help you ride through the last of your high. As you started to shake, coming down in pure bliss you felt Felix’s tongue dipping into you, greedily lapping up every bit of your release that he could.

“So good,” he moaned. “So sweet, love you so much.”

He lapped at your entrance until you pulled his head back, gazing down at him through heavily lidded, hungry eyes. You watched the bob of his Adam's apple as he swallowed hard.

“Such a good boy, Lix,” You purred. “Come here.”

Felix was quick to climb onto your lap. He locked his arms around you in a desperate kiss. Despite the way your taste on his lips was driving you wild you didn’t let the kiss continue for only, firmly pushing him back and watching him pout.

“It’s your turn, Lix,” You said. “Would you like my hand or my mouth?”

The look of distress Felix gave you bordered on hilarious. His eyes shifted quickly between your lips and your arms as your hands rubbed soothingly along his shoulders. It was almost as if you could see the gears turning in his lust addled brain, unable to make a choice of which was better. Unable to wrap his hand around the seemingly heavenly choice.

“I-I think…” He bit down on his lip.

“Too hard of a choice?” You cooed, watching him blush harder.

“Y-Your mouth is always so good.” He confessed. “B-But I want to kiss you, I want you to talk to me t-too.” 

You leaned in to kiss along his neck and he whimpered.

“Th-That makes it h-harder.” He whined.

“The choice or you?” You teased.

“Th-The choice? Me? B-Both.” His voice sounded almost as if it would break and you came up to press your forehead to his, hugging him around his waist to steady him. You knew he must be almost overwhelmed at this point. You kissed his nose sweetly to calm him a little.

“Do you want to be able to hold me?” You asked.

Felix nodded.

“Do you want to be able to kiss me?”

He nodded again.

“Then we’ll do it like this. Can you take off those sweats for me?”

Felix obliged, slipping back off your lap for just enough time to drop his pants and boxers before straddling you again. You only had a moment to admire his cock, hard, red, and leaking as it stood against his stomach before he was pressing it into you, whining. You forced him back a little, just enough space to move your hand freely before wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock.

His arms held you tightly as he breathed out a moan against your lips. You took it slow, knowing how sensitive he was and that it wouldn’t take very long with how worked up he was. Your hand moved at a steady pace, not too much. Even so, moans were already pouring from Felix’s lips to yours. 

His hips rocked up into your hand and you brought your free hand to his hip, making sure he stayed steady and helping him guide his movements as he tried to fuck into your hand.

“You’re doing so well for me, Lix.” You hummed.

“S-So good,” he moaned. You were sure he wouldn’t be able to manage much more of a sentence than that and his sweet moans only made you want to see him come undone that much more.

“My sweet boy,” You hummed. “You’ve been so good for me.”

You tightened your grip just a little and Felix let out a broken cry. His eyes screwed shut and you pulled back to watch him carefully. He tried to hold you close against, squirming and whimpering and you stayed back just a little, keeping your pace steady.

Even so it seemed he was finally getting fully overwhelmed as he whined for you, trying harder to pull you back to him as tears started staining his cheeks. You stilled your movements, coming back to meet him in desperate and needy kisses, wet with salty tears. You rubbed his back soothingly while he whined.

“D-D-Don’t stop.”

“Is it too much, Felix?” You knew he could heard the concern in your voice and it made him duck his face, hiding it in your neck.

“N-Not too much. W-Want you. Wanna c-cum.”

“Lix, look at me.” You coaxed his face out of hiding, meeting his gaze. “Are you okay?”

“S-So good.” He mumbled. “S-So much. N-Need to cum.”

“Are you sure?”

“P-Please, please.” He whimpered, leaning in to press more kisses as a way to beg. You returned them before giving yourself just enough space to talk to him.

“Okay, just a little more until you cum.” You started pumping his cock again, back to the same pressure and speed. “Thank yous” fell from his lips and tears kept falling down his face, not wanting to stop despite how much he was clearly feeling.

“Such a good boy for me,” you murmured sweet praise to him. “Made me feel so good. My perfect Lix.”

His moans grew louder as he started to buck into your hand. You moved just a little faster as you told him just how sweet and perfect he was until he cried out your name, hot cum spilling in thick ropes over your fingers and dripping down to your thighs. Felix rode your hand through his high with a series of the most beautiful sounds he had ever uttered until he was spent, falling against you and crying softly.

You released his cock, cleaning off your hand with a nearby tissue before hugging him tightly and rubbing his back. You pressed kisses to the top of his head and just held him as he slowly calmed down.

When he was only sniffling you gently lifted his face to look at you. Before you could say anything he spoke, voice rough and clearly tired.

“Can we have more of those brownies tomorrow?”

[imminent-danger-came]

i'm nobody's hero from donkey kong country is an lmk coded song and this only half a joke

I don't know what's happening to me I'm getting all the blame for things I didn't do Can anybody tell me just what I did wrong I'm all alone and I'm so confused I don't know what everyone wants me to be I only know just how to be me

I'm crying. You're so unironically right.

[thedragonsfate]

FHJY thoughts under the cut bc I gotta sort my brain and can't be succinct to save my life

I think there's something interesting in acknowledge like

of COURSE Kipperlily underestimated the bad kids.

She's hated these kids from day 1. I know a lot of people want to acknowledge that it's not unreasonable for Kipperlily and the rat grinders to think the school is run unfairly (and you're right! it's a fair conclusion)

-- but we also gotta consider that this is something that took root in her VERY EARLY. Before the bad kids got really very good. Two bad kids die on the first day of school, they spend a significant amount of their second semester freshman year just. In Prison.

Of course what follows I'm sure spurs that hatred, but she all but declared Riz to be her nemesis with Jawbone freshman year.

She's probably got some good ideas of how stuff should change, but also she saw this random Goblin boy with a briefcase in rogue class and decided she Hates Him, for a reason none of us can fathom when several of the other bad kids give off worst first impressiona

She's a teenager, a kid, with anger issues. As much as their can be important nuggets at the core of her motives, she's a teenager without emotional regulation skills. That combination is BUILT to breed resentment and feelings of entitlement. and it's built to actively ignore any evidence of a different perspective.

We talk about how she doesn't understand them, takes Kristen as entirely uncaring, doesn't expect the bad kids to do so well in the Last Stand

and OF COURSE she doesn't. some of this because she of course is not privy to all of the bad kids interactions that we are as an audience. but a lot of it is probably because she's a teenager who's decided she's being slighted and as a result is never going to take the bad kids actions on good faith. she's doubled down and while I have a feeling she's extremely perceptive, she's also in an emotional place that means she probably is ACTIVELY ignoring any evidence to the fact that maybe the bad kids are just ALSO working very hard, and that the school itself may also work against them sometimes.

Add to that a god corrupted into rage (negative in this case) and conquest, and a nefarious faculty member as a potentially directly manipulative adult in her life trying to make something big and destructive happen. Kipperlily strikes me as the kind of person who knows she's smart, and knows she's clever, but is so blinded by her emotion that she is probably missing some of whats clearly in front of her as far as all the Jace business goes. She certainly is about the bad kids.

Jawbone can only do so much to help her in her sessions if he's being actively worked against. Emotional regulation is hard to learn from zero AS AN ADULT and she's probably coming from the negatives if my impression is correct, and is doing so as a teenager.

I guess what I'm trying to say is like

In a vacuum? Sure augeforts comment about trying being stupid or whatever does seem like another slap in the face for Kipperlily, one that justifies some of her feelings.

But not about the bad kids. and not to the extent she has taken them.

And to take that at its word feels weird to me because. To anybody paying attention? The bad kids are and have been trying SO SO hard in class. Them having to take the last stand in the FIRST place is specifically because the school system is treating Kristen unfairly DESPITE her best, GOOD efforts. I'm certain the rat grinders are on some level aware of Gorgugs EXTREMELY uphill battle with schoolwork this season, even if it's just Maryann catching part of a convo with Porter or Ruben hearing about it from his uncle. I HIGHLY doubt that Oisin was oblivious to the way that Adaines academics were affected by her not having the money for the correct materials - she still was able to excel mostly but the effects of that roll being at disadvantage for so long are still THERE. Jawbone pinned down and mentioned to Riz his similarities to Kipperlily within maybe 2 seconds - there is 0% chance he hasn't brought something similar up in Kipperlilys sessions. She may not like it, she may not have the emotional intelligence to see it this way, but his efforts almost certainly mirror hers in a way that makes them equally hard workers, absolutely determined to keep themselves afloat despite it being an uphill battle. Something that she feels she deserves to be rewarded for, and to an extent implies that if just a few circumstances were different she would be able to see equal value in his work.

And sure you can say she may be able to see that and be angry that their work is rewarded and hers isn't, but we see time and time again that she and her party don't always put that same level of work in? Mary Ann at blood rush, absolutely uncaring but doing well specifically because she's got some magical enhancements. The suspicious circumstances of Kipperlily finding the Rogue teacher. Even just the natural advantage of Oisin having more than the funds he needs to excel in wizard class.

But even regardless of that, she seems to refuse to see that any scenario in which others are praised for the same thing she's done, while she is ignored etc, is the sole responsibility of the school here. the bad kids are not her enemies in that fight - augefort is. The bad kids are not going around being consistently given advantages from the school, they're earning the things they get and hitting their own academic road blocks, and they aren't acting better than other people in a way that goes beyond like. Teen stuff. And yet her sights are trained so unblinking on them.

I can see Fabian and Kristen's popularity and personalities coming off like it supports that they're being treated better or feel some superiority. And it's teen stuff to quietly hate those ppl at your school! it's p normal!

But it always brings me back to her SPECIFICALLY hating Riz. Bc Riz isn't a rich kid throwing parties that everyone loves. Hes not sniping out comebacks the way Kristen does, sometimes without even thinking. In a lot of ways he's the/one of the least abrasive of the group to an outsider. Which makes me SO much more inclined to call bullshit that this is truly, honestly rooted in an acknowledgement of any of the REAL problems that come up with their school system.

It's complex, but I feel like we can't exalt their perspective as a Truth of the world like it seems some folks do when these characters themselves do not play fairly. What is fair about the way they interfered with the exam. What is fair about what she did so easily to Buddy Dawn. What is fair about the murder of the couple that owned that farm. Depending on what happened - what is fair from them about Lucy's murder. Certainly what is fair about their hand in Yolandas.

This idea that things are unfair isn't untrue. But not in the ways she thinks, and shes moved so far beyond that notion at this point. Kipperlily probably DOES believe that she's uniquely a victim of this system, or at least that everyone but the bad kids is. But she's moved so far beyond that. Whatever divine rage magic is involved has ensured that, as well as probably some Adult manipulation, and severely underdeveloped emotional regulation skills. and for me that means like. obviously she is unjustified in her actions.

Augefort is absolutely unhinged. his school has never been run in a manner that rewards buckling down in the classroom and the classroom only. It's an adventuring school in truly the most chaotic and violence rewarding sense, and that information is given freely by Arthur augefort at maybe any turn

Saw something about the theoretical being just as important as the practical. and yes! absolutely! a very good point that I'm glad was brought up - going to the classes is important and I think this season has really emphasized the ways in which that's true at least in terms of Staying in School and Honing your Skills

I do think, in the same breath, that that STILL means that the practical is ALSO just as important as the theoretical. It CAN'T be one or the other, it HAS to be both.

and the bad kids are DOING both. regardless of what it may count for, the rat grinders xp leveling by continuing to do freshman level combat in order to excel more on paper ISN'T them really doing the practical part of what theyre learning in their higher level classes. And the bad kids do not get credit for their saving of the world REGARDLESS. Not on its own merit, and to get the credit they'd have to jump a hefty academic bar that sort of invalidates the point of practical efforts in the first place, not to mention works against students like Fig and Kristen.

The school is actively rewarding Kipperlily and her party's cheat code practical use of their skills, over the bad kids putting just as much if not more effort into their LITERALLY WORLD SAVING missions. whatever favoritism shes seeing, or that there may be occasionally, Kipperlily fundamentally takes the bad kids in bad faith. It's not ABOUT what is ACTUALLY unfair to her at this point.

from her perspective every accolade or accomplishment from them HAS to come from favoritism in order to fit how her view of whats actually unfair has been warped. for her it doesn't MATTER that they've been trying because they MUST not be trying as hard as she is. it doesn't matter that they visibly saved the world three times, one of which was livestreamed and included several party members dropping, successfully because surely it's a fluke, or they were given better opportunities than others for no reason, or they're being falsely worshipped for what MUST be a less dangerous quest than it seems (despite us seeing clearly on the first day of school that nobody is putting a pedestal up for their night yorb win)

What could have been a justified spark of frustration with a system has shifted into a vengeful sense of entitlement that to me? fully abandons the good of wanting to change a school system actively working against some (/all?) students.

idk maybe this all sounds like jibberish I just

Kipperlily in her current state is INCAPABLE of not underestimating the bad kids bc that would require some acknowledgement that they have worked and bled and died to reach the level they're at.

You cannot separate the girl who sneaks in to the Last Stand to sabotage another party's chances of passing, of staying at school, of continuing school, of one of them from potentially keeping their god alive, and of being brought back from what she assumes is certain death - from the slighted teenager running for class president to make things "more fair"

you cannot separate the girl who easily slits her own party clerics throat without second thought from the girl who thinks she's been slighted by an unjust system

What she means by unfair is inherently colored by her being that same person

Augefort can say whatever nonsense he wants, and it doesn't really justify her current frustrations at this point because her version of fair is fundamentally unfair now.

Shes a child who's become corrupted, just like Buddy. but unlike him - she's become genuinely nefarious and vengeful. Unlike buddy she is actively plotting. Harming others with full knowledge of it. We don't know how much of it comes from her on her own, or the rage baking underground, or Stardiamonds direct involvement - but I think this most recent episode should make it clear that like

Whatever truth there is to the school being run in a way that is unfair to its students, and regardless of what she says or thinks

Kipperlily Copperkettle is not operating from that grounded perspective. and I don't think she has been for a long time

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Embrace

Zelda woke to am embrace.

It was... lukewarm. Cold initially, and soaking wet, but with hot breath on her shoulder, with shivering muscles and a foggy mind and desperate strength holding her close.

What was...? The last thing she remembered was...

Blinking to get water out of her eyes (water? Why was there water?), Zelda turned her head to see dirty blonde hair plastered to wet skin and clothes, she recognized the light blue immediately, the sword on his back.

"Link...?" she breathed.

When--how did she get home? She'd swallowed the secret stone, and--

Link held her tightly, and Zelda's eyes stung with tears as she laughed.

I'm home.

[willowser]

Hello again! Willow you HAVE to stream! You would be so good at it! Take it from someone who did it, hated it, and quit lmao. But also from someone who made it through the pandemic with the help of twitch streamers and their awesome communities. Even the chats I didn’t actively talk in which was the majority. You can absolutely create a nice little space on twitch just as you've done here.

We already know you’re excellent at interacting with strangers on the internet and people want to hear your thoughts on the things you love. You’re great at keeping a conversation going and making the quiet ones (like me) feel welcome to the point that we want to participate too (clearly). And you just have great internet etiquette and carry yourself so well when you have to deal with gross anons that I’m sure you’d handle twitch trolls no problem IF it ever came to that. And thaaaat’s coming from someone who mods for a guy who did not handle the trolls well 😬

Was that screenshot you making your account? Lemme go follow

i really can't tell you how important it is to me that you feel welcome in our lil space here 🥺 because you are 🥺 you're so so welcome here and the thought that we've been able to curate this little corner of the internet into something fun !! and enjoyable !! and for everyone !!! means everything to me 🥺 you're so kind 🥺 how special it is that you've formulated such high opinions of me, i'm so 🥺 touched 🥺 blessed 🥺 how wonderful 🥺

i think it could be so fun to chat there !! idk what i would play !! maybe something fun and romance-y, like stardew 😌 idk idk !! the possibilities seem endless !! but it does sound fun 🥺 i am coming up on a milestone very quickly and i briefly wondered if maybe celebration stream would be interesting to do but !!! idk !!! i'm shy !!! i wasn't sure how many people would want to do that 🥺🥺

you sound so experienced with twitch !!! i was wondering if, in the future, if we go through with this, i could ask you some questions if i needed to ?? 🥺 bc i admittedly know nothing about twitch ajfbrjajq and you're like a liddol wizard 😌 idk !!!

how fun 🥺 how sweet 🥺 i'm so touched by all you've said, i can't believe it, how lucky am i 🥺

oh and yes !! hehehe that was my bio but !! this me !!! if you want to follow 🥺

[caramelteaa]

Thinking of two absent fathers on the qsmp

I'm talking about Wilbur and Quackity. I know they can't log on due to being busy irl but I would still call Q a bad dad while refusing to call Wilbur that(without hesitating at least he's an ok dad to me). Wilbur canonically writes letters to Tallulah even if they may have stopped reaching her. He put Tallulah under Phil's care knowing he would take good care of her(especially with her tending to fall behind others). In all the clips I've seen of Quackity and Tilin. Yes, he loves them but there are also so many instances he didn't stop to read her signs, being distracted by other stuff or people, telling him that the adults are talking(no I'm fine with him taking her to drink it's normal on this island). To this day I still wish her custody were given to Roier and Jaiden, growing alongside Bobby, who dislikes Quackity for making her upset

[sukibenders]

I find it real funny how some HOTD fans will rally behind the notion of Luke (+ Jace and Joffery) being BOTH Rhaenyra's and Daemon's sons, but will be real quiet when you bring up on, in the same regards, Baela and Rhaena are also Rhaenyra's daughters. Like they will spin their words in so many ways, trying to paint it as if they aren't throwing aside these two main black characters and it shows. Following the logic of Rhae's oldest sons being Daemon's as well, why do so many believe that without Visenya Rhaenyra no longer has a daughter? She has two now, who I'm sure she even considers as such, so what's the problem with the fandom? Hmm? 🤨.