#they’re two halves of an idiot whole

[chamiryokuroi]

Bernard: Tim is the smartest person I know, I’m sure he already knows I am aware he is Robin

Tim: Would our anniversary be that “first date” during the Chaos Monsters incident? Or is it the day he asked me out on his porch? Or is it when I asked if we were boyfriends at the Marina??

[chaoticlava101]

The way Eddie and Buck are so in sync.

Married behaviour fr

[bloopy-writes]

Rules for the Japanese National Team- written by Iwaizumi Hajime, Athletic Trainer

Hinata, Kageyama, Atsumu, and Bokuto are no longer allowed within 50 feet of the kitchen, if you want to eat, you can starve or beg someone else to make food for you.

Bokuto and Kuroo are no longer allowed to be left alone for more than 2 minutes at a time. Also pringles are banned you guys are athletes that shouldn’t be eating this junk anyways.

Whoever locks Oikawa and Ushijima in a closet together can pay for any damages caused

Kageyama is not allowed to play truth or dare-he’s too easily influenced

If you call Yaku short, I’m not helping you recover from the damages caused

Suna is not allowed to blackmail the coach to get out of extra practice it doesn’t end well for anyone

Aran is not allowed to room with Atsumu or Suns in the Olympic village because this poor man has suffered enough

I don’t care how good of an idea it seems, no one is allowed to listen to Houshimi after 2 am

Sakusa is banned from bleaching other peoples rooms no matter how bad they stink- still technically an invasion of privacy

Kuroo is not allowed to try and convince new recruits that they should give him money

Atsumu is not allowed to use his brother as a body double to get out of practice

Ushijima and Kageyama aren’t allowed to give interviews together without a third person present

Bokuto is not allowed to give interviews with other people

Hinata and Kageyama aren’t allowed to teach children because no one actually understands what they’re saying

If you get caught doing something stupid you are not allowed to call Officer Daichi Sawamura to bail you out that is still illegal and he doesn’t even work in Tokyo

Suna and Oikawa are to be kept away from each other at all costs

Atsumu and Oikawa can hang out with each other only if they stop arguing over who’s kageyamas favorite

No secret handshakes allowed

Glitter bombs are only allowed if glitter does not get on Iwaizumi

If anyone asks if Iwaizumi is a babysitter the answer is legally no

The first person to convince the administration that Iwaizumi deserves a raise will get free food for a month

Houshimi and Atsumu are two halves of a whole idiot and are not allowed to plan team bonding activities again

Kidnapping Oikawa does not count as a team bonding activity unless you murder him and bond over trying to hide the body

Iwaizumi Hajime loves his job no matter how much you all make him want to retire

[gojoath]

ಣ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ TWO HALVES OF A WHOLE, OKKOTSU YŪTA

sometimes you swear you have two boyfriends, the one that loves you and the one that fucks you.

summary. fem reader. yandere yūta. obsession. manipulation. stalking. yandere themes. aged up characters. your boyfriends two personalities. toxic relationships. jealousy / possessiveness. wc, 2k.

note. repost :)

you swear you have two boyfriends, you must.. because this yuuta— the one that’s fucking you now, rutting you into the mattress with such carnal desire because he didn’t like the way that dude who served you both your coffee this morning was looking at you, is obscenely different to the one that still blushes when you answer his i love youwith a sweetened one of your own and a kiss.

“do you know him?” he’d asked as he took his seat across from you at the table, right after he’d chosen to pull out your own for you like the loving boyfriend he was. the perfect boyfriend. you want to ask who he’s talking about but you’d be an idiot not to know— you can basically feel the poor barista’s nerves from your table.

“he’s staring,” yuuta continues and you want to say that he’s staring as he holds his gaze, but you’re pretty sure he knows that already— the veins on his hands are prominent with how tightly he’s gripping the cup in his palms and you’re surprised it hasn’t smashed yet. it’s like the hostility is radiating off of him in waves despite the kindhearted smile he’s showing you.

“yuuta it’s fine,” you try to reason with him and it only makes him breathe out a soft chuckle before he’s taking a sip of his drink— the words seem to calm him, albeit temporarily as he shifts in his seat. “it’s customer service, he’s paid to be nice.” he offers the barista behind you another glance and then his eyes are back on you as he scratches cutely at the back of his neck.

“ah, i’m not worried.” yuuta’s tone is lighthearted, it’s sweet and soft in the way that you’re used to before both his hands are back on the table to clasp one of yours. his grip is a little too tight, but it’s nothing you’re not used to before his words taker a lower, deeper drawl. “because you’re all mine. right?”

two personalities wrapped up in one pretty boy, you think. but then your thoughts are cut off with the next languid roll of his hips as he deliberately slows his pace to a deep rock. you feel his fingers trace up your jaw before they’re pressing against your parted lips, prying them further open “open, baby.”

and you do, catching the glimmer of something twisted in his gaze at the way you listen so eagerly. your tongue swipes along his fingers before you watch a glob of spit drip slow from between his lips, making you moan when you feel the taste of him drench and ignite your taste buds.

“are you mine?” yuuta asks and the gentle, careful tone is such a contrast to the look in his eyes— it’s like a hunters gaze, rooting you in place, daring you to run— it’s like a promise that he’ll catch you even if you did.

“mhm, i’m yours, yuuta. please. only y-yours—ah.” his fingers press down on your tongue as he pushes them in a little more and you can feel the cool press of the promise ring on his finger. it’s one identical to yours. it’s the same one he’d gifted you six weeks into officially being your boyfriend after he’d assured you that time doesn’t matter, only your love for eachother does.

although if you asked him now, he still doesn’t think it’s enough to show the world you’re his. even though he’d prefer to keep you locked away with only him forever. you think it’s cute when he jokes like that.

it’s so twisted, maybe a little worrying for anyone else that you can’t help but like when yuuta gets like this. the way it makes you nervous again, butterflies in your gut like it’s the first time he’s been above you and suddenly you feel even warmer to touch. you feel shy despite the way he’s had you like this more times than you can count.

it’s lewd, animalistic but then you’ll get a peek of the other part of him when the next heavy rock of his hips is accompanied with a sweet, gentle kiss smeared across your forehead with his next breath as he pulls back his fingers from your mouth, weaving them with yours instead and squeezing tight.

“h-how, how does it feel?” yuuta’s words tremble with his next thrust as your pussy squeezes around him and your lips part to moan at the sweet question, body clenching and eyes fluttering closed as he grinds into your pussy. he’s rutting you into the mattress like a wild fucking animal before his blown gaze is scanning over you, drinking you up with a satisfied, adoring look.

“good, yuu~ s-so good!” he’s so pretty, fucking you so well you can barely find your words and it’s filthy the way he knows where to press, where to palm and kiss until you’re arching into him— like he’s studied the very way you play with your own pussy up close. like he’d torn you apart and put you back together himself.

he’s fucking you into a puddle of desire and need for only him.

you’re vaguely aware, although barely over the sounds of your own weak whimpers and long, needy moans, that he’s whispering under his breath, panting and growling softly.

“he probably wishes he could see you like this,” another slow rock of yuuta’s hips and he deliberately presses against that saccharine, sweet spot inside of your walls, making your thighs squeeze tight around his hips as he breathes deep.

“you’re pretty, so pretty,” you can’t help the physical reaction you have to his words, cunt clutching tight and your hips thrusting up to meet his own movements. you both gasp and his pace stutters but he continues. “but you’re mine, all of you.. it’s mine.” his words go buried in your skin— in your walls when they’re accompanied by a particularly sharp thrust. it’s like his love fills and swells within you in turn, until your lungs are tight, as if you can’t quite get enough air with each breath.

“i know, yuu~ i love you so much,” yuuta’s kisses smear over your cheek, hot breaths panting against your skin as he takes a pace that has your tits jolting with every clap of his hips into yours.

“s-say it again.” you hear him gulp on his next words and your pussy squeezes even tighter, “i need to know you mean it.” the soft slap of your pussy meets his pelvis and it makes your insides curl and ache, the feeling of his balls smacking your ass leaving you breathless with every connection.

“i love you,”

“show me.” you’re more than eager to give him when he asks you like that, hissed through clenched teeth and you whine long and wordless for him as bliss washes over you. you feel him tremble over you as you do, smearing messy kisses and spit over your cheek and neck— mumbling praises and i love yous against your jaw and lips as he looks at you.

you’re vaguely aware of how broken and weak your moans sound, but the rush in your head while you cum is a little too loud and delightful for you to really care about anything else except the man who made you feel exactly that. your thighs struggle to close, instinctively, as you shy away from the pleasure but yuuta shifts on purpose to keep them spread, his fingers withdrawing to rub softly through the swollen petals of your pussy so he can prolong your pliant state.

“i knew i didnt have anything to worry about,”

it doesn’t take long for him to follow after you. his cock flexes, thickening in a way that feels as if it grows with each greedy coax of your twitching cunt, until he pauses, followed by a breathier croon of your name as he spills hot inside you.

yuuta’s chest presses against yours, lips suckling into the crook of your neck, nails dragging gently down your hips as he presses his load into you until you whimper. you twitch and he uses the movement to hug you closer, stilling inside of you when he’s got his face buried into your shoulder and you both catch your breath.

you lie there for a long time, or so it feels until he’s leaving you quickly to grab you some water and a warm cloth. he returns in what feels like seconds, but now that you’re orgasm has finally worn off, you can barely look at him.

you’re not sure if it’s because of how hard and good he’s just made you cum or the pleasure he’d pulled from you so easily, leaving you in bite marks and bruises. but you feel so nervous suddenly as you twist nervously at the promise ring on your finger.

“are you okay?” yuuta asks quickly, a soft tone to his voice as the mattress dips when he sits next to you. he leans forward when he does, smearing a kiss against your cheek before he’s handing you the cool glass of water, which you take with shaking hands.

hes gorgeous, dark hair mused through the day from his hands gliding through it and now yours, falling forward around his face from being swept back to frame his flushed features now.

you meet his gaze and you’d think it burned you as you shy away, feeling heat creep to your cheeks when his fingers stroke gently at your arm. “i’m sorry, did i hurt you?” there’s a soft nervousness to his eyes despite his usual haunting gaze. he bites on his lower lip as he looks over you.

“ah.. sorry.” you try to keep your own bashfulness aside as you take a sip of water, letting it cool the scratchiness in your throat as you swallow.

“no, it’s..” he looks at you so intently, but there was always something in his gaze that made you feel cold despite the sweat across your body. but still you grin, before petting your hand across his.

“it’s cute seeing you all protective, that’s all.”

“is it weird?”

“no! not at all, it’s hot—“

“oh, ah— thanks.” he nods, a little shy and back to his kindhearted, sweet demeanour when you share a kiss, sighing with the content press of your bodies.

“did you know him?” yuuta kisses your forehead despite the way he presses the topic again. “i can find you another cafe if you want,” he breathes, another kiss to your skin following. he curls his arm around you as he looks over you and it’s with so much adoration that it makes your toes curl in the same way your body had a few minutes ago.

“maybe he’s new, i’ve never seen him. i like that cafe though.” you shrug, not seeing any real issue with it. but his dark eyes flash towards you and you giggle when he suddenly presses you down against the bed to kiss you passionately.

“i just don’t want anyone making you uncomfortable, i’ll kill them.” yuuta kisses you hungrily, making you sigh as you melt beneath him— you’re like gum, bending to his will with every flick of his tongue.

“i know, yuuta. you always joke about that. i still want to keep going to that cafe though,” his hand cups your cheek and you smile. he leans in to kiss you firmly with his next breath.

“we can go together. i don’t think we’ll see him again anyway.”

“what, why not?”

“because i want you to be happy.” your chest jumps when yuuta’s words urge you to curl closer— making something warm bloom in your chest at the love he makes you feel. you can feel him smile into the next kiss he smears along your temple, and he makes sure the kiss after is against the promise ring on your finger when he gives you another smile.

it’s hours later when yuuta leaves you, kissing your forehead before he’s slinging his katana over his shoulder and leaving you asleep. he’ll make it home before you realise he’s gone. the shift at the cafe is just finishing, and this won’t take long.

maybe his two personalities aren’t as far apart as he let you believe.

© gojoath. please do not copy any of my layouts or writing and translate or repost onto any other sites.

[williamvapespeare]

"every day i'm fucking smiling;" a rant (cogent, intellectual character study) about Charles

We all know that Charles Rowland is THE character of all time. Obviously. Undisputedly (except by Netflix) blabla. I, a mixed race bisexual idiot with daddy issues, am about to fucking get into it.

I think there are a lot of ways to get into that end of ep 4 scene – I think we can look from trauma, we can look from model minority syndrome, we can look from a place of people pleasing to the extreme, but I think the best way to get into Charles (for me, personally) is to look at him as a character formed of intersections. Of in-betweens. In literally EVERY way possible, he is between things. He’s mixed race, he’s (probably) bisexual, he’s between life and death, he’s between good and bad, he’s probably sitting somewhere between trauma and healing – like, he’s CONstantly engaging in coping mechanisms and that itself is an in between.

Ok this idea of “I must be liked” very obviously will come from living a life where the opposite of not being liked is always violence, and that definitely can’t be understated. But I think this whole scene and this line in particular really speak to this very specific feeling that comes with inhabiting an identity that is ALWAYS seen as “not enough” in some way. Like, if you sit in a place where you don’t speak one side of your family’s language well enough and simultaneously aren’t white enough (or whatever enough) for the other side, you’re just like fundamentally culture-less and fighting to just be ANYTHING.

(Another GREAT example of this I think is the game Life is Strange 2, which is about two Hispanic American brothers, one of them speaks Spanish and the other one is much younger and doesn’t and there’s a bit where the younger brother doesn’t want to leave the US and says “I don’t even speak Spanish” and the other one is like “don’t worry, everyone likes you.” Like YES being “““Likeable””” is maybe the only way in when you are so fundamentally detached from a thing that you are also fundamentally part of, anyway!!)

Similarly, like all of us bisexual people know we’re constantly getting shit from both sides, from straight people and gay people and probably like, corpses decomposing in the ground who are throwing around terms like “gold star lesbian” or whatever the fuck. People just look at whatever relationship you’re in and they’re like ah yep that’s you!!

Like the whole thing is the most reductive narrow-minded stupidity, but it’s also just THE WAY. It’s the way of stuff. And being like ok, I AM NOT ENOUGH OF ANYTHING THAT I AM. How are you going to deal with that, you’re going to try and be likeable?? Because that’s something you can control!!!

And I’m low key so mad that we can’t see a continuation of this story where we get to see a character slowly come to terms with these in-betweennesses and say like, I’m not actually two halves, I’m two wholes. This is intentional in-betweenness. Like yes, blabla let the boy be bi, but it’s SO MUCH MORE THAN THAT. And I trust this show and I trust these writers to get that right and we were robbed of that.

So yeah idk tldr “every day I’m fucking smiling” was like the gut punch of the century. Whoever wrote that I’m omw to haunt your local Denny’s with my extroverted mixed race bisexual energy THANK U

[ednacrabapple]

I actually really like the new fairly oddparents show tbh. Especially what they’re doing with Cosmo and Wanda. They’re really giving off the whole “we’re two halves of a whole idiot” vibe they’ve been missing for a while

[petvampire]

4, 8 [Cat King], and 12 [any character!] for the Dead Boy Detectives ask 😊

Thank you for the ask! 💖

4. BROTP

Edwin and Niko, all the way. Their friendship gives me so much life. They’re simultaneously the smartest people in the room, and two halves of a whole idiot.

8. Headcanon for Cat King

Every time he loses a life, he gets a little closer to humanity - it’s not a loss of power, exactly, but it’s a separation from whatever divine feline he started as (I could make a case for some kind of weird sphinx thing, but it’s early and the morning and my mythological thoughts are sleepy 🤣). It’s also in part because he is spending more time among humans, so every time he just gets a little closer. His last life, he can choose to either fully commit to humanity, or fully commit to being a cat, and live out the remainder of his days that way.

12. uncommon Igbtq+ headcanon for a character

The Dandelion Sprites are not a couple, they’re both queer, they’re still married, it’s a bizarre twined-souls-of-magical-creatures-but-they’re-not-actually-romantically-compatible thing. It’s part of the reason they’re so damn bitchy. 🤣

[bigboysteveharrington]

Robin and Steve getting roped into playing DnD but they show up with one character sheet for the both of them and the character’s a girl so Eddie turns to Steve and asks “What about your character?”

Steve tells him, “That is my character.” So Eddie looks a little closer at it and assumes he chose a girl so that he could design a character to have traits he’d find hot without any thought for how useful any of what he was choosing would be (and Eddie is mostly correct, but he doesn’t know that the character is the product of Robin and Steve compromising and working together to make one sexy badass lady that fulfilled their collective fantasy or that they had an extended debate about which of the sexiest weapon options would be the most practical in a life or death situation)

Eddie turns to Robin and asks, “Okay. Then what about your character? Did you even make one?” And Robin doesn’t hesitate to tell him, “That’s my character too.” And Steve proudly adds, “We came up with it together.” And it’s very clear that he and Robin are oblivious to how on edge everyone else in the room is while they wait for Eddie’s reaction to them doing the most basic task completely wrong because they’re both just smiling dopily and clearly think they’ve done a great job

Eddie sighs heavily. He’s on the verge of exploding and trying and failing to keep his voice calm as he says, “You can’t have two of the same character.”

And Robin says, “Oh, we’re not playing as two of her. We’re both the same character.” And everyone is just staring at them in shock not saying anything so Steve fills the silence with a proud, “We’re a package deal.”

And Eddie is using up every last shred of self control he has to not yell in their faces about how stupid they are, but he’s still obviously upset as he barks out “That’s not how it works. You have to make your own characters.”

And Steve insists, “No, we figured it out... On our own? We’re disasters. But if we could morph into one person? We’d be unstoppable.” And Robin adds, “We’ll roll and decide what we’re going to do together. It’ll be just like we’re one player.”

And Eddie doesn’t even know where to start, so he snaps, “Even setting aside the fact that you think you’d somehow become invincible if you managed to morph into one person, the character you two made doesn’t resemble either of you. At all. This isn’t you combining into some unstoppable force. Clearly, neither of you have any clue what you’re doing. Combining your forces is just turning you into two haves of one whole idiot.”

And before Eddie can keep ranting, Steve emphatically says, “That’s exactly what we are. So why split us up?” And Eddie stares at him incredulously, wondering how he didn’t pick up on the insult, then turns on Dustin and accuses, “I thought you said you got the Wonder Twins ready. You didn’t tell them to make another character?”

Dustin defends himself with, “They wanted to make their characters on their own. I loaned them my Player’s Handbook and told them what they needed... They called when they had questions. It sounded like they knew what they were talking about. I assumed they made their own.”

Erica sounds super skeptical as she asks, “Steve read a book?” And Eddie is shocked that that’s where Steve finally decides to draw the line and react to being insulted. Steve complains, “Hey!” But he knows damn well that Robin was the one explaining what the book meant to him. But still… that doesn’t mean he didn’t read any of it or that he was incapable of it. It was just easier when Robin took over wading through the technical terms.

Robin ignores Steve and Erica and focuses on Eddie as she insists, “Two halves of one whole idiot is better than two idiots that have no idea what they’re doing, right? If we’re going to be a liability to everyone else anyway, wouldn’t you rather there just be one of us?”

And she has a point so Eddie groans and reluctantly agrees, “Fine. You can be one character.” And Steve and Robin grin because they are far more excited about that and about the coming up with a character together part than they are about the actual game…

That is until they get far enough into the game to understand what’s going on and they start taking every choice Very Seriously. Eddie won’t ever admit it out loud, but once they start to get the hang of things, he does see the benefit of them playing as one person. Robin brings strategy and problem solving skills and Steve knows what to do with their character in a battle. Plus, they both have a lot of random knowledge on wildly different topics from everyone else in the room and sometimes that is a hindrance, but sometimes it’s an advantage too. And somehow they collectively think differently enough from the other more practiced players that they keep Eddie on his toes trying to be prepared for whatever they might bring up and then still being shocked by some of the choices they talk each other into and he ends up improvising a lot to keep up with their unexpected questions and choices and he hates to admit it, but it does add another layer of fun to things

[turtleneck-crowley]

I’ll be your mirror (two halves of a whole idiot) ☯️

The Ying and Yang of the ineffable husbands

Sorry guys, I’m not too articulate,

but something wonderful about the ineffable husbands is that they both share the exact same moral principles, values and romanticism, but one acts it out and the other feels that more intensely (while one acts cool about it).

Which means that Crowley actually naturally feels a stronger moral obligation for things than Aziraphale whilst seeming nonchalant about it, while Aziraphale may actually be doing it earnestly and in an obvious manner to people’s eyes out of a sense of duty and is pushing himself. “I know a lot more than you do” I paraphrase Crowley when he talked about the chance of being high up in heaven.

For example, Aziraphale seems like the lovey dovey Jane Austen fan who is an utter romantic, but Crowley must feel and adore that triple times, living it out.

Crowley on the other hand, would seem like the type that gets annoyed easily by his sarcastic persona, but it is actually Aziraphale that feels annoyance more intensely.

Crowley acts like the rebellious type, showing a “bitchy”/grumpy air about him, dressing like he’s not much of an optimist about being wholesome, but Aziraphale is actually the cooler one at the end in his core.

One acts overly obviously like what the other doesn’t show or represses, but feels more intensely.

In conclusion,

Aziraphale is actually the cool, rebellious, annoyed one and Crowley is actually the sweet, naive, cute one.

But they act like each other’s mirrors and that’s why they’re as sweet as chocolate and peanut butter cause they are inverted Reese’s pieces (or just inverted/inside out in general).

They are mirrors of each other’s hearts and personalities. Amen. :) <3

P.S. With that awareness, I think we can solve a lot of theories on them and what they’re up to.

On the surface, Aziraphale looks like a blushing damsel whilst Crowley looks like an adoring simp but in their eyes, you can actually see the firmness innAziraphale eyes and the pining, submissive admiration in Crowley’s.

And that’s hella cute!

[vrmxlho]

oh oh maybe!!! fluff with oikawa and a reader with very squishy cheeks. i'll let u decide what you'd like to do with that hehe

-mod zenith

as someone who has friends with really squishy cheeks i get the appeal, they feel like little pillows its adorable +++ but also this is super short and i apologise cuz idk wtf to write and i was on my lil flight to amsterdam so 🙄🙄

sends you pics of chipmunks with nuts in their mouth telling you it looks like you

every fucking day you wake up and its another one of those stupid photos

it's gotten to the point where you have him blocked on a lot of social media until he learns

however,

if y'all ever get in a fight and you're giving him the silent treatment he would literally die

no ofc he doesn't care about talking to you 🙄

HE CARES ABOUT THOSE SQUISHY CHEEKS

HOW IS HE SUPPOSED TO GIVE YOU KISSES AND STUFF??

he honestly hates admitting defeat, but he'll apologise in an instant if it means he can squish your cheeks again

and if you still aren't having it he's just gonna pinch your cheeks until you're sick of him pestering you

he's really fucking annoying if you didn't notice

but also at the same time if you’re the type of person to puff your cheeks when you’re frustrated or annoying or just being petty

he’s gonna go out of his way to get you riled up and annoyed

the devil couldn’t get to you so he sent oikawa instead

his favourite thing to do is to pinch a circle of your cheek and poke it constantly

(idk if you’re getting the image but trust)

now for the origin story aka his reaction when he found out just squishy your cheeks were

oikawa and you had been dating for about two months now. there was no doubt that those two months were some of the best times you’d ever had. but there was still a bit of awkwardness between the two of you. there was a distance you didn’t understand, and you knew he felt it too. it’s not like he hid secrets from you, or that he was emotionally unavailable and didn’t disclose any of his feelings. no. it was mostly the fact that the two of you hadn’t kissed yet. nowhere. not the cheek, not the forehead, and of course not the mouth. it’s not like you didn’t do any touching, in-fact you were constantly hugging each other and holding hands. but the thought of kissing made the two of you blush like idiots and act like stupid children. you were stupid children. but today was different. you felt different. it was your 12th date, it was at the arcade, there was some big prize this weekend and oikawa was keen to get it for you, even if you simply didn’t care. so, you put on your favourite outfit and made your way to the date. there was a new photo booth opening that day. gosh it was like the whole place was being renovated just for your date. so of course, you obliged. it was a bit cramped but you made it work. you were sitting on his lap. the first one was just a sweet smile. the second a heart you made with both your hands acting as the two halves. the third was a silly one, your tongue sticking out and eyes shut yet smiling. but the fourth one was different. it was almost like time had slowed down. you felt oikawa shift a bit under you and as the bright flash blinded you, you felt his lips on your soft cheeks. before you could react he pulled away, looking at you a bit puzzled. then he kissed your cheek again. and again. and again. then his face lit up. “they’re like pillows.” “oh shut up.

[specialagentlokitty]

Saul silva/farah x teen!reader - never lost hope

Do you want to write a part two of never lost hope? Would like to see R in Alfea. :) - Anon💜

Part two:

Alfea was different to way the least, very different to the school you were so used to, it was bigger, different halves of the school for different things.

You had been here a few weeks, and Saul and Farah were still trying to figure out if you were a fairy or not without directly asking you.

Sitting in her office, you ran your hand over Bodi’s head as you looked at her.

“So.. is this meant to be like some bonding thing?” You asked.

“No, we’re just trying to figure out who’s side of the school you should be in.” Saul chuckled.

You looked at him and looked back down and Bodi.

“I’d much rather just go to my old school..”

“Do you not like it here?” Farah asked worried.

They knew you were having a hard time settling in, you stayed with them in their dorm, having a room to yourself.

But they knew you found it hard to talk to the other students, engage with them and find things to do.

You sighed, looking at your mum.

“Look, I get y’all are happy to have found me and all, but I’m just.. I’m so used to my life how it was. And I get I agreed to come here, but this isn’t me.”

“How so?” Saul asked

“Fancy school, different classes for whatever reason, the middle of nowhere? Pretending to be some happy family, that ain’t what my life is about. I’m country through an through, I drive tractors, ride trucks, I get messy and do hard work.”

You gestured to the window.

“Half these idiots are scared to get a little dirt on their clothes. It’s boring.”

Standing up, you tapped your hand against your side and Bodi stood up to follow you.

“If y’all really want what’s best for me, you’d let me go home and leave me alone.”

With that you walked away and they sighed.

They thought they were making progress with you, but just when it seemed they were making some headway it all came crashing down.

You didn’t want to be rude to them, but this life they wanted you to have, but fancy building, boring classes, nice clothes and brand new whatever, it wasn’t you.

You weren’t some little kid who they try and mend things with, you were nearly an adult, you could make your own choices.

And in a way you felt bad for how you were behaving, but you felt like everything they were doing was trying to make you into the kid they wanted you to be.

Not the kid you were.

Walking around the school, you made your way outside and jumped down the steps, looking around for something and you huffed when you couldn’t find a single thing.

“Hey you’re from America right?”

You looked over at the red haired girl.

“Yeah, what’s it to ya?”

“Sorry, so am I. I’ve actually been wanting to talk to you for a while, I’m Bloom.”

“(Y/N), so you’re from America too?”

She beamed and led you to a bench so you could sit down and talk to her about what you liked to do where you were both from.

You didn’t mind the fact everyone here was English or Irish or Scottish or Welsh or Solarian, but words couldn’t express how much you missed having people to talk to about your home country.

“Do you like it here?” Bloom asked.

“I mean it ain’t bad don’t get me wrong. I just wanna go back home.”

“I get it, it’s really different here.” She sighed.

You nodded your head in agreement.

“Am only doing this for Farah and Saul.”

“How do you know them?”

“I don’t, but they’re my birth parents. It’s a whole big mess, I was taken from here and out there.”

“So was I!”

You looked at bloom.

“No kidding, really?”

She nodded her head and explained her situation and she accidentally explained a little too much and even showed you her magic.

You jumped back and Bodi barked, standing in front of you as he growled.

“You don’t know about Fairies?” She asked.

You shook your head.

“Oh crap I’m so sorry! I’ll explain it all I swear!”

You nodded and told Bodi to sit and you listened to her explain everything she knew, which wasn’t much and you nodded your head.

You both frowned a little.

“Wonder why they didn’t tell you..” she mumbled.

You heard your name being called and you looked over.

“We’re boutta find out.”

Walking over, you stood in front of the two and crossed your arms over your chest.

“You both fairies?” You asked.

“You know?” Saul asked confused.

“I’m sorry!” Bloom yelled.

She quickly ran away from the scene and Farah sighed.

“I am, Saul isn’t. We were wondering I maybe you were.”

“Well that’s just stupid. You coulda just told me straight away.”

“We didn’t want to directly ask you about it, we wanted to try and figure it out before explaining but I see Bloom already told you.” Farah sighed.

You narrowed your eyes at them a little.

“So, tell me what you really do here.”

“Of course.”

Saul began to explain everything to you while Farah walked away from you both and you listened to him.

Once he finished explaining you pointed at where Farah was sat with her head in her hands.

“She was scared we’d scare you away for good. She’s taken this a lot harder than I have, and it hasn’t been a walk in the park trust me. But she’s taking it really hard, she was so excited when she found out she was pregnant and when you were gone it tore her apart. It tore us both apart.”

You looked at Farah and you sighed softly, walking over, you crouched in front of her, resting your arms on your legs.

“Ya know… it’s pretty cool, knowing I could be a fairy.”

Farah moved her hands from her face and wiped her tears.

“I don’t think I am though, but what Saul does look pretty neat, you think I can give that a try?”

Farah smiled a little.

“Really?” She asked.

You nodded and stood up, stuffing your hands into the pockets of your jeans.

“Yeah why not? Me and Bodi could be a little team.”

She laughed softly.

“I think you’d make a good team. I’m so sorry we didn’t tell you (Y/N), really. I am. But I just don’t want to risk loosing you for a second time, even if you live in the first world and we only see you once a year or through FaceTime. I really do want what’s best for you.”

You sat down next to her, patting your lap for Bodi to jump up and lay on you as you scratched behind his ear.

“Farah you wanna know how I spend my early teens?”

She nodded.

Saul came over and sat on the floor in front of the three of you.

“I spent my teens drinking in some random cornfield, I got lost more times than I can count, but I kept doing it. Riding horses, learning to work a farm, drove a tractor for the first time, even though I nearly crashed it, I broke my leg jumping from a tree, spent my summers swimming in the lake, and winters skating across the same lake.”

You smiled as you remembered those memories.

“You’re a mind fairy right?”

She nodded her head.

“Have a look at them, I want you to see what I experienced.”

Farah did, and you stared as her eyes changed colours.

She went through your memories, seeing the ones you had mentioned and others.

“I crashed my first car, and I got in more than a few brawls, we had huge bonfires, parties, laughing and drinking our youth away like every other teenager in the world.”

Farah blinked, letting her eyes return to normal and you smiled softly at her.

“The way I see it, I’ve had a pretty damn good life, and you shouldn’t be upset you weren’t there, I couldn’t have asked for a better life. Even if I did wanna know you guys, but I loved the way I was raised and I wouldn’t trade it for nothing.”

“I understand that.” She said softly.

You moved Bodi and stood up and he watched you, tail thumping against the bench.

“I had the best upbringing someone coulda ever had! I loved every moment of it!”

You turned to look at them, and gestured to the school.

“That was my life, and you gotta experience it for a few months. This is your life, and I wanna experience that too. I may not get the whole class thing, or magic thing, but hell it sure does sound pretty damn fun you know? You don’t gotta hide that from me, it’s who you are, it’s who I am, you don’t have to be scared you’re gonna loose me, cause the way I see it is it’s gonna take more than a little magic to scare me away.”

“Really?” Saul asked.

“You two lost a lotta memories, a lotta things you shoulda experienced with me, but that don’t mean you missed out on everything. I still got a long life so long as I don’t die doing something stupid first.”

They both laughed and stood up, Saul brushed the dirt from his clothes and Farah wiped some tears from her eyes.

“I wanna do whatever it is Saul does, that looks hella fun, but I’m down to see if I got magic too.”

“I’m sure we can figure that out a lot easier now.” Farah smiled.

“And I’m more than happy to train you.” Saul nodded.

You beamed and punched the air making them laugh again.

“I’m sorry, I guess I’m having a tired time as seeing you grown up.” Farah sighed.

“Don’t be sorry, I get it, it’s hard. But I’m still growing.”

She nodded her head and she took a small breath.

“Can I.. would it be okay if I hug you?” She asked.

You smiled walking over you wrapped your arms around her.

“Course it would, you don’t need to ask.”

Farah wrapped her arms around you, placing his head on yours and you looked at Saul, reaching back you pulled him over and he laughed, hugging you both.

Bodi barked and jumped on you, and you wrapped and arm around him as well.

“I ain’t forgotten about you buddy.”

He barked again and you laughed with Farah and Saul.

They both had a few tears running down their faces, but they held you tightly.

You were all grown up, and they were still scared, but their fear was eased knowing that you wanted to be part of this life too.

This was the first time everything felt okay, and to them it felt like you were all actually a family, even if there was a long way to go

[glittercakes]

Why do Austin and Hiro often argue?

Oh, they don’t fight! However, they are both chaos gremlins so they both tend to cause havoc when left alone, so they require a babysitter (usually Patty or Sherman).

If they were to argue however, it’s usually petty things like who gets the last cookie or which of their genres are cooler. They make up quickly though.

They’re two halves of a whole idiot!

[chidoroki]

182 Days of TPN - Day 27

Chapter 27: “Won’t Let You Die”

Not the first and certainly not the last time RE are in perfect sync. Also, if it weren’t for Norman’s brand ID on his neck, you could’ve convinced me that those two first panels were of two different people.

Not to be rude, Ray, but I’m sure all the nightmares and anxiety you felt as a result of knowing the house’s secret aren’t exactly the “rich emotions” the demons are looking for. Unless they mean quantity over quality then he definitely has many strong, negative feelings towards the farm and life in general. He’s lucky he’s a smart boy.

Ignore whatever I mentioned last post about an possible increase in security because I forgot Ray makes this point as well but I’m thankful he cancels out those worries for us. The most the farm could do is add more moms/sisters to any given house, which could still be problematic, but far more manageable than demons themselves. He also mentions that they can’t add more locks or make the wall any higher because that would also make the kids suspicious.

I love how Ray has a counterargument for every one off Norman’s concerns. Despite Norman’s shipment being a fairy new issue, Ray’s able to think up even more ways to safeguard Norman’s life like he’s being doing the past six years. I know Krone said whenever ago that Ray’s weakness was quick to give up, but little does she know that he’s been fighting his entire life.

Norman is beyond thankful that he has such great friends willing to do anything to save him, which is why he’s so determined to protect them in return. He’s trying to be strong for them but despite him saying so out loud, you know by his slouched posture he’s already resigned to his fate.

Of course I’m upset at Norman’s situation, but I also feel terrible for Ray. This sweet boy has been putting himself at risk by working alongside Isabella for years just for a chance to save NE and seeing his hard work all coming crashing down in one day has to be so devastating for him. He has every right to be frustrated right now.

The fact she can says this so casually. It’s no big deal at all! You got several bones, Ray, just break one of them! How bad could it be?? As extreme as the idea though, it is fairly reasonable since the demons do prefer their meat in perfect condition.

This panel is far superior than what the anime gave us, no question about it.

Favorite panel/moment: Absolutely love that Ray was so on board with Emma’s crazy plan. They’re two halves of a whole idiot. His “let’s get crackin” pun is also too perfect.

[bluiex]

scarian smut recs? specifically scarian cause I love them your honour they’re two halves of a whole idiot/affectionate

We got some good ones under the "scarian fanfiction recommendation" tag inmy blog :D can also look at "fanfic recs"

[hitchell-mope]

Bianca: they’re two halves of a whole idiot

[trippedandfell]

“get her a pillow” they’re two halves of a whole idiot <3