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[inevitablemoment]

Frightober Day 16 - Halloween/Couple's Costumes

Word Count: 357

Warnings: None

Fandom: The Frighteners

Pairings: Frank Bannister x Lucy Lynskey

I will forever die on the Lunnister/Beauty and the Beast parallels hill.

This is what I imagine Lucy's Belle costume to look like (left):

Enjoy!

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"Luce? You sure you don't need my help?" Frank called as he futzed with the wrists of his jacket's sleeves.

"No, I'm fine," Lucy called back from the bedroom. "Laura's just helping me lace up the dress.

"Okay."

Frank looked at himself in the mirror, unable to keep from admiring the costume-- a royal blue 18th century-era court ensemble with golden embellishments that matched the Beast's suit. Hazel had outdone herself; maybe if she hadn't been a teacher, she could've designed costumes for movies or for the theater.

He heard footsteps from behind him, and turned around. A wide smile spread across his face.

Lucy looked like she was floating on air as she walked out of the bedroom, clad in Belle's iconic yellow gown.

Unlike Frank's costume, Lucy had bought hers when she was helping Hazel and Dr. Kamins' grandchildren pick out their costumes at the Halloween store. But, she had purchased a hoop skirt (not a crinoline cage, because apparent they were entirely different things) to add more volume to the skirt.

Her ebony curls were styled in the same period-appropriate half-down half-up hairdo.

She smiled back at him, smoothing her hands over the bodice of the dress.

"You look... God, I'm just speechless," Frank confessed.

"I'm pretty speechless myself," Lucy flirted, going to plant a quick kiss on his lips. "Thanks for coming over to help, Laura."

"Don't mention it," Laura said. "The older kids and I will be over later, and I can't wait to see how Bree will react."

The two women hugged goodbye, and Laura exited the house.

"So... we only have an hour and a half before we got trick-or-treaters," Lucy said. "What should we do?"

"Well... I have an idea," Frank began to suggest.

He carefully took her hand, and led her to the CD player. He retrieved one of the CDs from the display and inserted inside, pressing the skip button to get to the song he wanted. The opening of the title song from Beauty and the Beast began to play.

"May I have this dance?" he requested.

Lucy smiled at him. "How could I say no?"

[httpsserene]

𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 | 𝐨𝐩. 𝟖𝟏

summary: you accidentally leak a private song you made as a birthday gift for your boyfriend.

content warning: mdni. suggestive and sexual themes. humor. i consider this to be crack taken seriously. menace and unbothered king oscar piastri. a couple uses of yn. one threat/suggestion of self-deleting (in minecraft ofc). song referenced is on the way by jhene aiko ft. mila j. 

pairing: oscar piastri x singer! fem!black!reader

genre: smau.

from, serene: was this requested? no. i did this for myself. do what you will with that information. enjoy, loves !!!!

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yninsta: gave you permission to post this and you didn't even tag me 😠

➥ oscarpiastri: tagging you is unnecessary. ➥ oscarpiastri: as you already made a whole song about how much you enjoy our..."activities" and posted it for public consumption :) ➥ yninsta: please deactivate your account 🫡

landonorris: mate just block me out of respect 🫠

➥ oscarpiastri: you see, i already respect you very little🫶🏻 ➥ landonorris: "tell your friends tinker bell fucked your brains out" ➥ landonorris: i vow to never let you have a peaceful day ever again 🫶🏻

charlesleclerc: my son, please. i have learned too many things i did not need to know about you in 3:42 song. have mercy 🤧

➥ oscarpiastri: somebody has to be the family disappointment 🤷‍♂️ ➥ olliebearman: it's me. i'm the one driving a haas next year 😖 ➥ leoleclerc: everybody's knows m not bringing the shame to our family's name :) 🐕🐾 ➥ alexandrasaintmleux: nobody is a disappointment! family dinner is postponed this month btw. i think charles might cry if he has to look at you oscar.

logansargeant: dude wtf 😳

➥ oscarpiastri: do you have something to say? ➥ logansargeant: ....no ➥ oscarpiastri: hm. that's what i thought

user1: oscar posting "for your eyes only" pics i can't believe it

➥ user2: we all know the song is dirtier than the pics

user3: it's always the quiet ones 🙂‍↕️

➥ yninsta: stay away from them they only cause headaches 😒 ➥ user4: don't you mean backaches? from the way he blows your back out CONSISTENTLY ➥ yninsta: i hope you know that i'm having you blacklisted from any of my future live shows and tours @/user4

user5: everybody tell him happy birthday 🫵🏻

➥ user6: ion have to tell him SHIT 👹 ➥ user7: he already got her, i'm not wishing him a hbd ➥ user8: i'm not spoiling him, she got it covered 🥱 ➥ user9: y'all r lonely n miserable HBD OSCARRRRR!!!!

mclaren: oscar, i respect your game—but i think you missed the point of the emergency pr meeting that i was forced to be in earlier - admin

➥ oscarpiastri: yolo - kimi raikkonen ➥ mclaren: valid ig

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[sai4u]

★ — couple of the year .ᐟ

⤷ gq couple interviews with nct dream

⌗ ft .∿ dream ot7 x reader

⌗ genre + warnings .∿ fluff + someone please jeno from this

⌗ trini’s note .∿ okay last re upload from the deleted blog 😭. also if you never seen a gq couple quiz, here’s one of my favorite examples :)

⤹ ⊹ mark lee .ᐟ

✶ mark would have extreme confidence that he would get all the questions correct. at most, maybe one or two questions wrong but he wouldn’t sulk it off, he would more than likely say, “I knew that” or “that was my second guess, I swear”

✶ weirdly enough, he would get the much deeper, or “harder”, questions correct more than the basic questions like what’s your middle name or what’s your favorite color

✶ for the deeper questions he gets correct, he would constantly answer, “see, I told you I knew you baby” with his lil smirk or a sly smile

✶ I think mark would almost always have a story attached majority of the questions you asked him. some are embarrassing, some have you giving a belly laugh, and some are sentimental. the sentimental ones, he’s holding eye contact with you, matching your smiles, and mouthing, ‘i love you’

✶ as for questions about him, he would let out an exaggerated sigh when you get them wrong. he would act so heartbroken and go on this dramatic ramble of how he thought his partner knew him

⤹ ⊹ huang renjun .ᐟ

✶ renjun is a shy lil thing for these types of interviews. quite nervous that he’ll get some wrong but confident enough that he’ll get most of them right. though, he does believe he’ll get more questions right than you will and he wasn’t wrong

✶ he would stand firm on the questions he got wrong that he thinks he got correct. he blames you that you never told him this information or that you’re a liar, sometimes side-eyes you before you say if he’s wrong or right. if he got it wrong, he would have hard evidence that he is correct and even state word for word on when you said the correct answer in the past

✶ as for questions about him, he would maybe allow bonus points. it depends on how many bonus questions you gave him, which would total how much or how little bonus points you get

✶ ngl, renjun can become a petty lil mf when it comes to his questions. he think it’s only right after the struggle you put him through answering some of those questions and fighting for his case

⤹ ⊹ lee jeno .ᐟ

✶ slightly like mark and has extreme confidence that he’ll get every question right except….anyways ! it’s not that he’s not an attentive bf (cause he is, trust !) but he’s truly shocked at how many he gets wrong. but at the same time, the ones he thinks he is wrong, he gets right ??? idk man. he knows who was your first best friend but doesn’t know your favorite meal…

✶ a lot of laughs are shared between the two of you cause it truly is funny at his reactions at whether or not he’s right. usually his jaw is dropped; if he’s right he nods his head in a slightly cocky manner but if he’s wrong, he shakes his head and curses himself

✶ but at the same time, you throw him some bonus points to help cause poor baby is not doing so good. in the end for the questions about you, he doesn’t do as bad but he believe that definitely isn’t his best and plans to be a better bf to you

✶ for questions about him, he assumes just about half the time that you won’t get this question right, and it could be the most basic questions anyone could easily answer. like why is mans shocked that you know his favorite artist and his favorite pastime…?

⤹ ⊹ lee haechan .ᐟ

✶ it turned from a cute quiz to a full blown competition. out of all of dream, his confidence is at an all time, always, when it comes to being the best boyfriend God can put on this earth. but oh do you have something planned for him

✶ haechan is more than a thousand percent confirmed that he’ll get all answers right and sits in his seat with such confidence. you roll your eyes and look through the questions as he continues to boast

✶ the questions were going good, ofc he was getting every single correct cause again, he’s the best (he prefers the term “perfect) you could ever have. until it’s questions that even you may not know the answer to that starts to trip him. he thinks you’re pranking him, even after you assured him that you aren’t

✶ haechan would trip you up so you can forget the correct answers to your questions. a firm believer that haechan would sit in a certain position to have you gushing, you try to hide your smile while asking the question but it’s no use when he’s around

✶ though when it’s his turn to ask the question, he is absolutely terrible. he’ll throw in bonus questions to trip you up and when you get them wrong, he is so dramatic my goodness. he’s even worse than mark and think it’s the death of him that you don’t remember his comfort meal

⤹ ⊹ na jaemin .ᐟ

✶ jaemin is actually mellow about his confidence for this couples quiz. he’s as confident as haechan but not nearly as bad as haechan can get. don’t get me wrong, he always assures that he’s the number one boyfriend material but thankfully know he’s not perfect

✶ I’d say out of all dream, jaemin would have, I believe, the third highest score. potentially a tie with renjun for second if he tries hard enough. he gets the easy and hard questions correct without breaking a sweat and sometimes throw in extra info for that question, just to show that he really is attentive

✶ throughout the quiz, he would blow air kisses and reach to grab your hand but you would think that he’s trying to cheat. which leads you to move it out of his reach and leaving him with a small pout

✶ another pouter on our hands guys ! he mostly pouts when he doesn’t get his bonus points or when you reject bonus points from him. no jaemin, you cannot get two bonus points just cause you named your partner’s dream career out of nowhere

✶ when it comes to jaemin’s questions, he is very nice about it and isn’t too harsh with the questions. though, he does throw some curveballs so prepared for that. he’ll go from what’s favorite movie to who’s the first person he talked to on the phone that day

⤹ ⊹ zhong chenle .ᐟ

✶ an actual comedy show when a couples quiz and chenle is combined. listen, he believes these questions doesn’t prove that he is a good boyfriend but he will do it just for the sake of you :p

✶ but at the same time, he will put on a game face and take this couples quiz veryyyy seriously. he refuses to even let a slim of doubt enter you just cause of a couple incorrect answers. I do believe as just as the amount of answers he gets correct, his ego gets stronger and you can tell from his stance

✶ though, (just like renjun) almost every answer he would get wrong, he would firmly believe that he is right. he’ll have you thinking that maybe YOU’RE the one with the wrong answer. he’ll do everything in his power to prove that he’s right and sometimes it gets a bit scary how hard he’s fighting for that point

✶ I would say that his score is pretty decent but he definitely could have done better. though after the interview, he’s still stuck on the questions he got wrong. cause wym your favorite ice cream isn’t cookies n cream ???? he literally saw you eat it last week

✶ now chenle giving you the questions….be prepared for a lot of sass, a lot of dramatic signs, and a lot of ‘I thought my partner knew me better mmcht’

⤹ ⊹ park jisung .ᐟ

✶ literally the best and most perfect companion for this quiz (yes I’m being biased, sue me). the man who would score the highest out of all seven boys but still keep a humble posture throughout the quiz. he blushes after you praise him for the amount he gets correct, which is all ofc :)

✶ sometimes he’ll be specific for certain questions, even after you told him he can keep it vague. he’ll go into detail of how your morning routine is set or little signs to show that you’re not in a talkative mood at the moment

✶ deeper questions are the ones that he is the most confident in, he mentally prepared himself for these type of questions. he’ll give reasons as to why you dislike this food or how you have a heavy distaste towards sports. starting to think it’s just jisung’s excuse to ramble about you

✶ as mentioned before, jisung isn’t as cocky as the members but internally, he knows he got this quiz in the bag. he stays humble and gushes on how much he got right

✶ for questions about himself, he’s one hundred percent sure that you’ll get majority correct. but he isn’t worked up if you were to get them wrong; instead, he lets a lighthearted ‘tsk’ and tells you the correct answer. he also reassures you that you still are a good partner to him, no matter how many you have gotten wrong :)

౨ৎ honestly shocked on how little time this took but I’m really happy with how it came out :)

౨ৎ lemme know if you guys want a 127 and/or wayv version of these hcs 🤭

kisses to you all and God bless you 💗

© 𝟤𝟢𝟤𝟦 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝟦𝗎. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽

[donutsbagels]

Due to multiple requests, I decided to make a couple Trini miku prints and stickers! The print and sticker will be a bundled listing once my store launches— so for now I made 30 of em! Depending on how well it’s received I’ll try to make more as time goes on (since I’m cutting EVERYTHING by hand)✨🙏🏾😭

[rainbowmoonstonestories]

A Bounty As Boundless As The Sea | Chapter 2

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: One Piece (Liveaction 2023) Rating: Explicit Relationships Dracule Mihawk x F!Reader Characters: Dracule Mihawk, Original Characters, Akagami no Shanks, Roronoa Zoro , Perona. Warnings: Mention of blood and physical torture, violence, 18+ content (minors DNI), explicit sexual content, POV switching. Summary: Constantly evading capture due to a bounty on your head, you were forced to embrace the life of a pirate, despite your initial desire for a thrilling adventure and a simple exploration of the world. One fateful day, the Marines dispatched Dracule Mihawk to hunt you down, plunging you into a game of hide and seek with the formidable Warlord of the sea throughout the East Blue. However, to your surprise, the man proved to be less bloodthirsty and hostile than you had anticipated. His piercing, hawk-like eyes, shimmering with a deep golden hue, left an indelible impression on your mind, while his apathetic yet self-assured demeanor ignited a newfound sense of intrigue within you.

Credits: The divider was made by firefly-graphics.

Tagging: @gg-trini, @commanderfreethatdust, @canthebest1. If anyone else wants to be tagged in the future chapters, feel free to drop me a comment!

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Chapter Summary: Dracule Mihawk had disappeared from your sight, but fate had a particularly perilous way of intertwining your paths again.

Three weeks had elapsed since your confrontation with Dracule Mihawk on the island, and he remained faithful to his vow of discontinuing his pursuit. That allowed you to revert to your typical pursuits of brokering deals and traversing the wide expanses of the East Blue, free from the constant dread of being ensrared or harmed by the world's mightiest swordsman.

Every now and then, you still had to evade unexpected bounty hunters who recognized you during your travels. However, in comparison to the formidable and perilous threat that Mihawk could have presented, it was a matter of little concern.

And yet, despite the frustration brought about by the game you played with the Warlord, there was a part of you that genuinely longed for the thrill of being chased by him once more.

The truth was that he had left a profound impact on you. Even with his stern and aloof exterior, he had displayed a degree of compassion that day, a rarity since you had left your home. His guidance, albeit delivered in a brusque manner akin to a critique, was valuable. Furthermore, he commended your tenacity and survival tactics, despite his scant understanding of your combat techniques.

And then, there was his voice, exuding a commanding presence that demanded attention. It was smooth, it was alluring, and it possessed an enchanting quality that was truly unforgettable. The mere thought of it sent a shiver down your spine.

Dracule Mihawk was undeniably attractive, and despite your disdain for it, you couldn't help but wish that things had turned out differently between the two of you.

Being a woman of your age, you had never been one to develop adolescent-like infatuations with men. You partook in fleeting romances and casual encounters when circumstances and desires aligned, but never did you let yourself become infatuated with someone you hardly knew. Granted, there were a couple of favorites you endeavored to see more than once, yet none of those experiences held a candle to this one.

It went against your nature, and you detested the feeling of being consumed by those kinds of emotions. However, despite your discomfort, it became progressively challenging with each passing day to banish him from your thoughts.

As another week slipped by without any sighting of Mihawk, you found yourself envisioning the Marines' reaction upon discovering his defiance of the World Government's orders, allowing you to move freely and carry out your activities unhindered. Given what they had subjected you to, you were steadfast in your resolve to witness their ultimate downfall and defeat, propelled by their own arrogance.

Although it may not have been significant in comparison to what you had to endure, you could still perceive it as a minor victory.

Exiting a shop, your bag was filled to the brim with fresh goodies and supplies. You savored this little luxury amidst the chaotic outcome you had obtained. You had emerged from the depths of the slums, propelled solely by your own determination and grit. Climbing the ladder single-handedly, you attained heights that seemed inconceivable when you first bore your scars.

Occasionally, the sight of those marks in the mirror still made you flinch. Whenever you found yourself in a physically intimate situation with a man, there was always a lingering concern that they might recoil in revulsion. Up untill now, your experiences in this aspect had been minimal, as you consciously maintained a certain distance to avoid any potential entanglements. There was just one man who candidly expressed his discomfort, confessing his fear of inflicting pain upon touching you. Regrettably, his admission tainted the mood, prompting you to collect your belongings and depart, never to meet him again.

However, a certain merchant seemed to have taken a particular interest in you. Over the past eight months, you conducted numerous transactions with him, trading valuable artifacts that he was more than eager to compensate generously with gold. Although there was no romantic attachment between the two of you, you genuinely enjoyed his company and found him to be a delightful presence whenever you spent time together.

Driven by a few drinks, one night, your casual banter took an unforeseen twist and evolved into a passionate exchange that was mutually regarded as one of the most exhilarating experiences you had ever shared with someone. He exuded a certain masculine beauty, characterized by a strong jawline and captivating deep green eyes. Moreover, he treated you with utmost care and respect, expressing genuine admiration for your resilience and acknowledging your exceptional ability to handle yourself in combat.

There was a moment when you briefly contemplated taking your relationship with him a little further, but you realized that it would be impossible for you to pursue it. Your free-spirited nature made it difficult for you to envision settling down with a man who shared the same libertine lifestyle. Or at the very least, as long as there was a bounty looming over your head.

One day, you found yourself engaging with him in another deal. Yet, for the first time since your acquaintanceship, you felt an unfamiliar detachment and a complete absence of any desire to be intimate with him. The usual routine played out as he poured you a glass of wine, brushed his fingers along your thigh, and tenderly kissed the side of your neck. It felt nice, warm, and tantalizing, yet the familiar spark that once existed between you seemed to have vanished.

Or rather, as he drew closer to you, the image of Mihawk's golden eyes flashed vividly in your mind.

He was completely taken aback when you distanced yourself, but staying true to his gentlemanly demeanor, he could only honor your request and withdraw. Feeling a momentary embarrassment, he quickly cleared his throat and responded with a kind smile when you apologized.

“No harm done, sweetheart. I can't expect you to be in the mood all the time," he reassured you.

"Thank you, Isaiah. I'm just feeling a bit tired today," you replied, not quite sure how to fully describe your current state.

The man let out a soft chuckle. "I don't doubt that. You're never in one place for too long. But, are you sure you're not thinking about someone else? You can tell me, I won't be offended.”

Your attention snapped back to his face, eyes widening and cheeks turning pink. "What gave you that idea?”

He shrugged, cleaning his emptied glass. "It's just that you've been in all sorts of moods, and you've never turned me down before. Not to mention, you seem a little distracted today and barely touched your drink," he explained.

You vigorously shook your head. "Nothing like that. You know I'm not interested in love, anyway."

“Things can change.”

"Not for someone as wanted as I am.”

He looked at you in silence, his eyebrow raised and his lips curled into a soft grin. "You deserve so much better than this."

“Do I, really?”

"The lifestyle you lead, it suits you well, but you're just too good for what you get in return," he expressed. "You are honest, kind, and honorable. All qualities that don't really go well with today's standards, especially in the open sea.”

As you made slight movements with your hand, your eyes remained fixed on the ripples that formed and elegantly danced on the surface of the crimson liquid remaining in your glass. "In all honesty, I don't even know what I want," you admitted. "Every day, I find myself engaged in a constant battle for my own survival. It's draining, yet there's also a strange thrill that accompanies it. Does that even make sense? At this point, I don't even know what to do with my life anymore.”

Isaiah laughed, returning to his chair and crossing his arms. "I’m sure you'll figure it out. In the meantime, I'll continue to keep you as my exclusive supplier, for as long as you allow me to.”

You offered him a smile, placing the glass on the table and gracefully leaving your seat. "Your support is truly valuable, Isaiah.”

"Of course. That's what friends are for.”

"Friends..." you mused, cherishing the warmth of the word. Ever since you left your hometown, you didn’t have anyone to rely on.

In the end, Isaiah was perhaps the closest thing you could find to a friend. While there were a few additional benefits that made him a little more special, he remained a good friend nonetheless.

"That's what we are, aren't we? I certainly consider you to be one.”

As you walked away, a glimmer of delight sparkled in your eyes, embracing the newfound certainty. "Indeed," you replied with a cheerful tone, before bidding farewell to the merchant and disappearing into the night, leaving his headquarters behind.

Three weeks later, you were beginning to lose hope of ever meeting Dracule Mihawk again.

It was what you had wished from the beginning. You didn't want to constantly feel his presence looming over your shoulder wherever you went. Now he was gone, nowhere to be found, distant from your reach. Just as it was meant to be.

And for some reason, you hated it.

It was frustrating to feel such a powerful attraction towards someone you had only properly met once. Not even Isaiah, with his charm and good presence, had ever evoked such intense emotions within you. For a while, you made every effort to get as much information as possible, trying to uncover the Warlord’s whereabouts. He continued to remain as elusive as a shrewd bird of prey, a figure so mysterious and feared that even pirates themselves would hesitate to utter his name.

Eventually, you made the decision to gather yourself and let go of the feelings stirring deep inside. You carried on with your life to the best of your abilities, determined to consider him a mere shadow of the past.

And it worked. Little by little, as you kept yourself occupied with various tasks to earn your Berries, you were beginning to forget about the Warlord and your ridiculous infatuation. He was nothing more than a peculiar apparition, someone you had encountered along your journey and parted ways with.

Until one day, unexpectedly, you crossed paths with him again.

After a lengthy sea voyage and the exploration of a new town, you sought solace in a lively tavern. The crowded atmosphere provided a sense of comfort as you took a seat at the bar counter, savoring a refreshing drink by yourself. The air was filled with joyous laughter and the melodies of sea shanties. People from all corners of the world congregated, sharing meals and a myriad of stories that transcended cultural boundaries. The tavern became a vibrant tapestry of diverse perspectives, with groups of friends reunited to find a moment of respite and tranquility in each other's company.

Your ears were attuned, eagerly seeking out snippets of conversation that could offer valuable insights or opportunities.

As you savored your drink, a man settled comfortably next to you, his presence feeling somewhat intrusive. He ordered a fine bottle of rum, his voice booming and his large tattooed bicep brushing against your shoulder, invading your personal space. You attempted to brush it off and focus on your own affairs, but now the man's attention was fully focused on you.

"What’s a fair lass like ye doin' 'ere alone?"

You rolled your eyes in response, gulping down the cocktail to deflect any interaction.

"Not much of a talker, ey?”

You turned your head, meeting his bearded face, and offered an innocent smile. “Just savorin' me drink, matey," you replied, playfully mimicking his accent.

The man snickered in amusement as he filled his glass. "I must admit, it be quite a bold move for ye to come 'ere, with so many people around."

"It is meant to be crowded. If it weren't, the innkeeper would surely go broke," you replied.

"He! Ye speak true,” he said, enjoying the camaraderie.

You held his gaze without wavering, your instincts on high alert as you tried to discern his true intentions. While he might appear as a man attempting to make a connection with a random lady at the bar, something about him felt off, leaving you unable to pinpoint exactly what it was.

"I be merely surprised, lass. Wasn't expectin' the likes of the Cutthroat herself to be frequentin' these public haunts.”

The moment he mentioned the nickname they had bestowed upon you in the wake of your crimes, all doubts faded away. The acknowledgment in his words validated that he was aware of your true identity, and it was highly likely that you were precisely what he had been seeking all along.

You inhaled deeply, momentarily frozen in place, your glass suspended mid-air. Striving to keep your composure, you casually crossed your legs and averted your gaze, pretending to be unfazed by the revelation.

"What can I say? I have a fondness for a good glass of Daiquiri from time to time," you replied, mustering a normal tone as you attempted to divert the conversation.

"Refined palates do tend to gather,” he said, nodding in agreement. "Tell ye what, lass. I'll let ye finish yer drink, but after that, ye'll be comin' with me," he declared.

You raised an eyebrow, feigning ignorance as you questioned, "Is that so? And what if I refuse?”

"I'm afraid ye don't have much choice.”

The sound of a gun hammer being cocked pierced through the clamor of the crowded tavern, capturing your attention. Your eyes landed on the alarming sight of him discreetly aiming a pistol at you from beneath the counter, his hand resting on his lap.

"Yer fortunate that I ain't one for attractin' attention," he whispered, his voice laced with a warning.

You smiled once again, a hint of defiance in your expression, as you twirled your finger along the edge of the glass. "My, ain't ye a humble man," you quipped with a touch of sarcasm.

Casting a discreet glance around, you came to the unsettling realization that nobody in the vicinity seemed to be cognizant of the imminent danger he represented or the impending pandemonium that was about to erupt in their midst.

"Aye, wouldn't want to deprive ye of yer very last Daiquiri.”

You theatrically touched your heart, a funny expression playing on your face. "Aw, how touching. Comin' from a man who wishes to end my life.”

"Sorry, lass. It ain't personal. I make a living out of takin' down the likes of ye."

A sigh of resignation escaped your lips as you ran your hands wearily across the rough texture of the wooden counter. You met the bartender's inquisitive gaze as he diligently polished tankards, tilting his head to the side.

"I'm sorry," you told him, preemptively expressing remorse for what you were about to do.

Before the bartender could inquire further, you swiftly emptied your glass and stood up. Without giving it too much thought, you shattered the glass against the hunter's head, simultaneously grabbing the back of his shirt and forcefully pulling him backward. In one seamless motion, you gripped the hand that held the gun, effectively disarming him with a single, unexpected move.

‘Too easy.’

With the weapon firmly in your possession, you pressed the cold barrel against his bleeding head, asserting your dominance over the situation. The bartender sought refuge behind the counter, while the other patrons erupted in gasps of astonishment. A hushed silence fell upon the tavern, every gaze fixated on the unfolding spectacle.

The bounty hunter raised his hands in surrender, his eyes widening as he swallowed hard, clearly caught off guard by the sudden turn of events.

"I've got a busy schedule, matey, so I'm afraid I won't be able to accept your kind offer.”

Hoping to leave the situation as it was, you opted to resolve matters by paying for your drink and the damage caused, dropping some cash onto the counter. Feeling weary from the day’s travels and not wanting to spoil the atmosphere for everyone, the idea of getting into a prolonged and draining altercation was the furthest thing from your mind.

You had clearly set your expectations too high.

The man erupted into a boisterous, hearty laugh, seemingly unfazed by the blood trickling down his face. "Ye think it'll be as simple as that? Ye be sorely mistaken.”

Suddenly, more men emerged from the crowd, brandishing their weapons. They immediatly closed in, forming a tight circle around you, guns and swords at the ready. Menacing and resolute, they held their fighting stances, leaving you completely trapped and vastly outnumbered for the first time.

‘Well, shit.’

The bartender, who had just emerged from his hiding spot, let out a shrill scream of terror and hastily retreated back into hiding, disappearing from sight once more.

"And you said you didn't want to draw attention," you sneered. "A whole group of heavily armed brutes against a lone woman? What a pathetic bunch of scum.”

The hunter's voice reverberated, echoing through the tense air. “Like I said, lass, it ain't personal. They'd pay a hefty sum for ye."

"I’m flattered.”

Your eyes flickered, darting from one assailant to another. Your mind raced, meticulously analyzing every nook and cranny of the tavern, searching for potential escape routes and formulating strategies for self-defense. You studied every detail with utmost focus, seeking a way to ensure your survival.

Fortunately, you had honed your instincts to a razor-sharp edge, and you had no intention of wasting a single moment. With determination in your eyes, you advanced toward the hunter, wrapping your arm firmly around his neck in a tight hold. His pistol remained securely in your grip, further enhancing your leverage in this tense standoff.

And thus, the show began.

As expected, the guns aimed in your direction were fired, unleashing a torrent of shots that filled the air with a deafening roar. Drawing upon every ounce of strength, you lifted the hunter's body just in time, using him as a shield against the incoming barrage of bullets. They striked him repeatedly with a relentless onslaught targeting his head, face, and chest. He could barely utter a protest as the fatal shots found their mark, his body succumbing to the overwhelming force of the gunfire.

You propelled the lifeless body of the hunter forward, creating a momentary diversion that captured the attention of your attackers. You kicked a nearby table, sending it crashing to the ground, and sought cover behind the overturned furniture. Kneeling down behind the impromptu barricade, you protected yourself as the assassins continued their assault. With the gun firmly in hand, steady and precise, you emerged from the side of the table. The first bullet hit one of the hunters in the upper leg, causing him to crumple in agony. You didn’t stop, adjusting your aim and firing again, this time shooting another man squarely in the chest. He crashed to the ground, his body lying motionless in a pool of blood.

The remaining hunters ran forward, wielding their sharp blades as they struck the table, severing it and forcing you to roll away for cover. You retrieved your own pistol from its belt holster, unleashing a barrage of well-aimed shots with both guns simultaneously, causing them to recoil in surprise.

Reaching for your sword, you unsheathed it, blocking a powerful blow that nearly knocked you off balance. You were struggling to find clarity as you fought to catch your breath, the intensity of the battle taking its toll, leaving you physically and mentally exhausted.

The tavern resounded with the deafening clang of blades, the sharp crack of gunshots, and the visceral grunts of those engaged in combat. You delivered a flurry of quick slashes, powerful punches, and precise kicks, fighting back against the attacks and successfully defeating another opponent. However, with each new assailant that appeared, your optimism dwindled.

Despite your strength, agility, and sharp wit, the sheer number of enemies was just too much for you to handle alone. As a particularly forceful knee landed in your stomach, causing you to double over in agonizing pain, you felt as though you had reached the limits of your options and there was nothing left for you to attempt.

You had depleted all the ammunition in your guns, and there was no opportunity to replenish them with a fresh set. Your sword slipped from your grasp and fell to the floor, sliding just far enough away that you couldn't retrieve it.

As the man who kicked you raised his axe high, aiming for your neck, desperation fueled your actions. Your hand instinctively tightened around one of the stools, intending to hurl it in his direction. With a surge of adrenaline, you poised to launch the stool, hoping to disrupt his attack and seize an opportunity for a counterattack.

Yet, it became evident to anyone present that you had miscalculated your timing.

In a stroke of incredible luck or perhaps the intervention of destiny, a distinctively black blade intercepted the deadly slash with a resounding clang. The sudden impact sent the assassin tumbling over, crashing forcefully onto his back.

The resounding vibrations of metal filled your ears, resonating throughout your entire being. They flowed through your form, eliciting an involuntary shiver that enveloped you from head to toe.

And there he stood, Dracule Mihawk, a figure of immense power and regality. His mere presence demanded attention as he surveyed the battlefield with his hawk-like eyes, radiating an aura of authority. The intensity of Mihawk's gaze seemed to pierce through the very souls of your adversaries, transforming their once-veiled confidence into sheer terror.

"It... it's him!" One of the men exclaimed, his voice trembling with fear. "It's Dracule Mihawk!”

"What... here...? It can't be...!" Another hunter stammered.

The brute who had previously aimed to sever your head from your shoulders kicked his feet frantically, desperately attempting to create more distance between himself and the legendary swordsman. “N-no…! We… we need to leave!”

The sight of your enemies scrambling in fear, darting back and forth and uttering curses, struck you as comical. Meanwhile, Mihawk remained steadfast and resolute, his eyes calmly surveying the scene as his sword hovered just above the floor.

One by one, the hunters hastily fled from the tavern, escaping the scene of frightened patrons desperately seeking safety. Broken furniture lay strewn about, serving as a grim reminder of the battle that had just transpired, with three lifeless bodies and streaks of blood scattered around. Regaining your breath, you leaned on the stool for support as you pulled yourself up. Pressing one hand against your aching stomach, you steadied yourself and took a moment to survey the aftermath of what had unquestionably been the most dangerous battle of your life.

With a fluid and practiced movement, Mihawk secured his blade on his back, ensuring that it was safely stowed away. As he relaxed his shoulders, a tangible sense of calm and assurance seemed to fill the atmosphere. His mere presence radiated a power that served as a formidable deterrent, dissuading anyone else from daring to venture forth.

In that moment, you were uncertain of how to react. Your gaze remained locked on the back of Mihawk's head, his dark locks cascading from beneath his imposing hat. As the need for communication lingered in the air, you felt an urgency to find the right words to express yourself.

This was certainly not how you had hoped to meet the Warlord again.

Your brain felt drained and incapable of functioning at its usual capacity. The fatigue and mental exhaustion led to a slip of the tongue, and the words that escaped your lips were far from what you had intended to say. "What are you doing here?”

Finally, Mihawk turned around, his golden eyes locking with yours in a piercing stare. Time seemed to stand still as you eagerly waited for an answer that didn't come.

”Are you following me again?" you asked, the unintentional sternness in your voice betraying a mix of irritation and curiosity.

"I said I would not, and I stay true to my word," he declared, his voice calm and composed.

"So you're here by mere coincidence?" you questioned with a hint of skepticism.

He rolled his eyes upward, his gesture conveying boredom and exasperation. "As a matter of fact, I was.”

You couldn't understand why you were harboring such bitterness, particularly considering that he was the sole reason your head remained attached to your neck. Perhaps it was the feeling of defeat fueling your emotions, or maybe it was the fact that you appeared slightly worse for wear.

It was all over, and you were still alive.

However, the shock of placing yourself in jeopardy in a public setting only heightened the frustration that had been building inside of you for quite some time. Dealing with two or three bounty hunters at once was well within your capabilities, but being surrounded by an entire crew of them was an outcome you had never considered before.

In hindsight, as a wanted criminal, you should have taken into consideration all possible scenarios.

They chose to carry out their assassination in a crowded public place, without any regard for the innocent people who were simply trying to enjoy a peaceful meal or drink. That simply provided undeniable evidence of the existence of avaricious, self-centered, and utterly detestable beings in the world. Of course, given the circumstances, they were left with limited options: either you complied with being forcibly taken away or you resisted and fought back against your captors. But they displayed no signs of remorse or hesitation in carrying out the beheading in front of numerous young spectators, showing a complete lack of concern or empathy.

To them, your identity as a woman held little value, as their desire for wealth and status overshadowed principles of justice and common sense. You were reduced to nothing more than a prize, just like any other pirate with a bounty on their head.

It wasn't a new realization, but it reinforced your vulnerability and highlighted how ill-suited you still were for this kind of life. The question loomed: what if a similar situation were to occur again? What if you were to find yourself cornered by an even larger group of predators, without the presence of someone like Mihawk nearby to come to your aid?

That thought intensified the ache in your stomach, and you felt an urgent need to escape and inhale some fresh air.

With a spur of energy, you straightened up and turned on your feet. As you hurriedly moved, you quickly snatched your sword from the floor, propelling yourself towards the door and bursting out. The sun was descending, bathing the streets in a gentle, warm light, painting them in hues of orange and gold. The sea breeze carried with it the invigorating scent of salt, which you welcomed into your lungs to sweep away the growing anxiety.

You heard the soothing footsteps approaching you from behind, instantly recognizing the person without needing any confirmation.

"I had everything under control," you lied, pride concealing your true emotions.

"It was a match of ten against one. You handled yourself quite admirably, if only for a moment.”

You scoffed. "How long have you been there?”

"You're lucky that I arrived just in the nick of time.”

Did he truly have the opportunity to assess the situation, counting the bodies, before intervening? Or was it a deliberate choice for him to wait until you were on the verge of succumbing before coming to your aid?

You placed your hands on your hips and took a few deep breaths, inhaling and exhaling slowly. In that moment, "lucky" was the most apt word to describe you either way.

"You were right," you muttered. "One of these days, I might end up getting myself killed.”

"Not if you learn the art of laying low," he replied.

Raising an eyebrow, you spun around to face him again. "I can't exactly isolate myself on my ship."

His head tilted slightly with a quizzical expression displayed upon it. "Confinement is not what I was referring to.”

The longer you studied him, the more challenging it became to interpret his attitude. Although he had mentioned finding you intriguing during your previous encounter, you still couldn’t fathom the true motive behind his benevolence towards you.

But as the sun sank below the horizon, casting a soft glow upon his jaw, chin, and lips, you made the decision that, for now, you didn't quite care about unraveling the mystery.

After all, you were gazing directly at the man who had just rescued you from the brink of death.

As sunlight caressed your face, a kind, sincere smile spread across your lips. Your eyes naturally reacted and transformed, becoming brighter and more radiant in color. You could still hear the commotion from inside the tavern, but the tranquility of the street and the breeze blowing through your hair and his coat gave you the feeling that the rest of the world had faded away.

Mihawk's lips parted slowly, signaling his intention to say more. Yet, no words escaped his mouth, and he maintained unbroken eye contact with you, without even a single blink.

It was one of the most peculiar moments you had ever experienced in your life. As your eyes remained locked, the connection you had initially felt when you first gazed into those golden irises resurfaced. It was a bond as powerful as the imprinting between animals, except in this case, you had once been his prey, soaring away like a gull fleeing from a falcon.

Your stomach was in pain, but this time, it was due to an entirely different reason.

With your heart pounding in your chest, you summoned the courage to look away. You briefly glanced at the harbor in the distance, only to find yourself snapping your attention back to him just a few seconds later.

"Let me offer you a drink in my quarters," you said with a spark of boldness. "It's the least I can do after you saved my life.”

For a moment, you feared he would decline your invitation, as his firm stare seemed devoid of any particular emotion.

With a barely perceptible nod, he uttered his words in the most apathetic tone, yet to you, they sounded like the sweetest melody to ever grace your ears. "A drink wouldn’t hurt.”

A delighted grin spread across your face as you took a few steps backward, then performed an elegant spin, walking away from the tavern and heading straight towards your vessel, embraced by the enchantment of dawn.

The steady sound of his boots hitting the ground assured you that he was following closely behind you.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 (currently reading) Go to Chapter 3 ->

[achilleswritesstuff]

My Calypso with Miss @gigizetz 's background. I'll put my thought process below the art bc I don't wanna type out a whole paragraph above the art. Also there are spoilers, so yeah

I'm basically just copying what I explained to my friends and put on my instagram post so bear with it.

To celebrate Epic: The Musical's Wisdom Saga coming out I drew my version of Calypso. I went through a couple different ideas before settling on her because what her design was to me, is right up my alley. I used Miss Gigi's background shot, so by NO means is it mine.

She has 7 eyes bc she trapped Ody for 7 yrs and it's the 7th saga. Her 4 arms show literally holding Odysseus hostage. More than 2 eyes show that she always has her eyes on him. The chains are like what's keeping him trapped yk. She's wearing traditional Trinidadian clothes so not much on that. Her hairstyle I always pictures half up so I did that and I based the braids on a hairstyle I've had multiple times. Her nose is also based off of me bc I am an Island girlie. Her earrings are the first earrings me and my cousins and the rest of us have gotten and that's like the trini default earrings. The ripples are vaguely like waves since she lives on an island.

About the design I have some notes but there are a couple things I wanted to say. Basically since the creator of Epic: The Musical, Mr. Jorge Rivera-Herrans, used calypso music for the Calypso character, I based her heavily off of my culture, Trinidad and Tobago culture. I figured calypso music was from the islands but was too scared to claim it in case it wasn't from my country specifically, but knowing that made the design process a lot more relaxed. I wasn't grown up with traditional Trinidadian clothing, save for when I participated in Carnival as a kid, so I had to do research on the dresses and stuff. Drawing non-human characters, even if humanoid, is something I've been trying recently and I'm starting to enjoy it.

Side note: I imagine if I were to animate this, Odysseus' confusion at Calypso being a goddess would dissipate when she opens the 5 other eyes she has.

Please go listen to Epic, it's been consuming me whole since 2020 or so

[charlieconwayy]

Just curious what you don't like about Cory/Topanga if you feel like talking about it!

hey, i don't mind!

first off i think boy meets world in the context of just a purely heterosexual show makes it age pretty poorly, and that all stems from cory and topanga. i know one of the writers said a while back that the writers room was torn between shory and corpanga, and tbh, rewatching as an adult, that's extremely evident. i'm not gonna make this post all about shory bc that's reductive but i am first and formost a shory girl and a firm believer that cory matthews is a gay man

so let's get into it.

i really really love s1/2 corpanga. idk if it's just bc ben/danielle felt more natural back then or if it's bc they actually allowed cory to be wrong and topanga to be right, but it's just so sweet. one of my all time fav ship moments from the show is the frickin sock basketball scene where they touch hands and he giggles. so adorable! but i think what really makes them suffer after s1 (and kind of s2) is just that they clearly made topanga a normal, kelly kapowski girl-next-door type to make her more "desirable" for the male audience. that could be an entire separate post, but it's so fucking obvious that that's what the change was and it sucks because topanga was great the way she was.

they're not like hatable in season 3 exactly, but the "old married couple haha look how old gross and boring they are" trope when they were legitimately sophomores was just weird? and this is a retrospect thing but i hate how the show just kept retconning shit and pretended they never broke up in season 3, as if a HUGE storyline and one of the most iconic episodes (the happiest place on earth) wasn't about them getting back together? and for me just the concept of the ~universe wanting them to be together~ over and over again is just so fucking lame when they were so toxic. (great video on this here)

they really don't do anything wrong in season 4 either, but a long walk to pittsburgh is honestly so beyond ridiculous LMAO. i know everyone talks about how romantic it is, but i hate it because topanga literally runs away and moves back to philly just for cory. i know they claim it's to finish at john adams too, but i would find that much more believable if they had developed topanga AT ALL outside of cory. we know almost nothing about her home life and they wrote trini out so we never even see any friends of hers! the trend of them fighting and talking down to amy about their love is so fucking stupid too. like you are sixteen. it is fine to love someone and want to be with someone, but amy is right that it's not healthy for them to be as obsessed with each other as they are. like cory literally doesn't know who he is outside of topanga and that's NOT healthy.

oh lordy. s5. i'm not going to get into how much i hate that shawngela (a MUCH happier, more interesting relationship) was reduced to "wanting to be corpanga" in both their intro episode and then fucking gmw, but even the "old married couple" stuff in "chasing angela" at the restaurant is so annoying. "last tango in philly" is one of my fav episodes, but it's the perfect example of how cory can never accept he's wrong. shawn tries to tell him they should stop, and he just tells shawn he knows nothing about relationships and keeps being a dick about topanga and her (obviously gay) friend. but obviously, you're here to hear about how i feel about the cheating. yes, cory cheated and he genuinely liked lauren. for the show to act like he didn't is just gaslighting their audience. and tbh? i think ben and linda cardellini had excellent chemistry (certainly more than he and danielle did at that point . . .) and i think it's completely healthy to date more than one person! it was nice seeing cory be able to open up and bond with someone else, and yes, what he did was cheating. just bc he changed his mind and decided he "couldn't live without topanga" (bless u probably queer writer for what u did w that line :') ) doesn't mean that it didn't happen. topanga had EVERY right to break up with him. it does piss me off that we barely saw topanga's reaction to the breakup when there was a whole ep dedicated to shawn's reaction (and i say that as the #1 shawn stan), but that show hated women lbfr. AND WHY TF WAS IT BAD FOR HER TO KISS JONATHAN JACKSON WHEN SHE AND CORY WERE BROKEN UP????? bc cory can't accept things not going his way and not having control. the "we are a masterpiece" scene makes me so fucking angry omg i cannot

and i mean, bro, the yale shit has been talked about to death, but topanga lawrence going to the same college as straight d-student shawn hunter has got to be the dumbest, most woman-hating shit the show ever did. love can survive long distance if you put the effort in, trust me. (yes i am aware that the show prob didn't want to separate their main couple, but s6 was almost entirely about shawn anyway so????)

then in seasons 6 and 7 we get into the "cory yelling at and publicly humiliating topanga" trend. "undapants" is iconic so i'm not gonna go into that episode (fuck you "take her back to your tornado infested trailer park" line!), but i can name at least seven occasions where cory pressures her into sex. and rider strong is right. it was extremely holier than thou how they constantly made it seemed like corpanga was better than shawngela for not fucking before marriage. like isn't there a line where they call shawngela sluts in s7? the whole honesty bit in "the truth about honesty" (admittedly one of my fav eps) is also just ridiculous bc both of them always get pissed off at the other one for being honest, even in the past. i've seen people get mad at topanga for throwing yale in cory's face but lbr, who didn't see that coming? i guess maybe it's a little weird bc she'd never been resentful about it before, but that's a HUGE thing in their relationship. and yes, it is weird that she's using his razor without his permission but again just the pressuring her to show him her ass is also fucking weird (it's also weird imo that they've been together "their whole lives" but they've only ever kissed, but again, holier than thou bullshit)

one thing i can say about how weak and uninteresting their relationship actually is is that their ENTIRE wedding episode is about shory, bc they are the much more compelling dynamic in cory's life. weirdly enough, i do actually really like cory's vows though?? on a shawn hunter stan note, oblig "that best man speech was bullshit" comment. it's completely normal and healthy to have a best friend outside of your partner? especially when you can't be honest with your partner. god i fucking hate that bullshit. just like how i hate in "seven the hard way/the war" how they portray cory abandoning his best friend/true life partner for topanga AND THEN IN FUCKING GMW THE BAD FUTURE FOR EVERYONE LITERALLY CAME TRUE!!!!!!! omg i will go insane if i think about that for longer than a few seconds.

end of post, but leaving this here

[amberbeach]

'POWER COUPLE'

gif belongs to me

There were many reasons Kimberly envied Trini's relationship. You always found time to communicate, if something upset you, you would discuss it instead of letting it fester. You always found time for each other, between the different clubs you joined, and dating a Ranger had it's own problems - it wasn't uncommon for a date to be interrupted by Rita's monsters but your relationship remained strong. And you always supported each other in everything you did.

When Trini was called forth by Miss Applebee to play her video project, you smiled and clapped your hands.

"Whoo!" You cheered, cupping your hands around your mouth.

You knew better than anyone how much effort she put into it as you aided her with recording footage.

"My video project is called Pollution Problems In Angel Grove."

You leaned back in your chair, fiddling with your pencil as you watched the video, meeting Trini's gaze and sending her a smile. When the short video ended, she removed the tape from the player and returned it to the cardboard sleeve.

"Very nice job, Trini." Miss Applebee praised, sending her a smile before addressing the class. "Pollution is a serious concern to our society."

"I couldn't agree more." Billy spoke up, "I am deeply concerned about the eco-logical ramifications of ozone depletion, acid rain, deforestation and the loss of our soils."

You nodded your head as he spoke, looking over at Kimberly when she agreed. "Yeah, you're right." She turned to Trini, "So what can we do to help beautify our city?"

Trini stepped forward, placing her hands on your desk, "I want to start a clean-up club. One day a week we can do some recycling, clean up nature trails or even count animals that are endangered." She stepped back, placing her palms together.

"Yeah!" Billy nodded.

"Count me in." Jason added.

"Sounds cool." Zack replied.

"Totally." Kimberly agreed.

Trini's gaze fell on you and you sent her a smile. "A chance to spend some time with you and help the planet? Sounds good." She mirrored your smile and you nudged your friend who was sitting next to you.

He quickly agreed to join and you grinned as you looked at Trini, your eyes following her as she took the seat next to you. She leaned over to your table, sending you a smile.

"I want to thank you for all your help." She began, "We make a really great team."

You mirrored her smile, "Yeah, we do."

Kimberly's eyes danced between you both. She never knew until that moment that a simple smile could convey so much love and admiration. You really were the power couple of Angel Grove who could do it all.

[laurasoretta]

It's St. Valentine's Day and what's a better day to dedicate a post to my fav ships? 

Ships of all the time and from everywhere. Not just couples I love, but my best ships ever.

Ships don't always have a reason, you just see them and you love them, just like love at first sight. Unfortunately often I fell in love with ships that didn't end up as canon, but I still had some happy ending. 

Here you go (they are in chronological order and not by preference): 

Jason and Trini (Mighty Morphin Power Rangers)

I started to ship them before the word "ship" was even invented. I think the main reason was the chemistry between the actors who had a very lovely friendship off set. ASJ himself ships Trason! I waited about 20 years to finally see them kiss in one of the comics... It was so cute! 

❤️💛

Chandler and Monica (Friends)

Sadly, the only ship on my list that I actually can see being realised as a couple. Not the only canon but the only one with hugs, kisses and more.

🤍💙

Taichi and Sora (Digimon)

They were perfect. The custest best friends, they cared for each other, they understood each other more than anyone else. But writers decided to ruin everything in S2 when she fell in love with Yamato. After decades Tri and the new Digimon Adventure still gave us many moments between them, but never ended up together.

🧡❤️

Ron and Hermione (Harry Potter)

Finally a true victory! After years and years, 7 books and a lot of shipping battles on Internet, Ron and Hermione were finally canon! The kiss in the book was so sweet and I couldn't wait to see it in the movie... only to find myself admiring Ron's neck! A bit disappointed, but still happy.

🧡🤎

Koby and Helmeppo (One Piece) 

They really seem to me like a married couple, but I know Oda will never ever make them canon in the manga. I have only a tiny hope for Opla, and maybe I'm just being delusional, but I think we constantly need to root for a ship and It was a long time this didn't happened to me. So, hello again to the wild shipping! 

🩷💛

[5ivebyfive]

What costumes could you see Trimberly in if they did a couples costume for Halloween? How did that conversation go?

Kim: Let's wear a couples costumes. I have great ideas. Trini: No. Kim: Come on! You haven't even heard them yet! Trini: Do ANY of them not pick on my height? Kim: Trini: Like I said, no.

[mymusicbias]

[inevitablemoment]

Top 3 Most Underrated Michael J. Fox Performances

3. Max Eriksson, Casualties of War

I just want to know how did he not win an Oscar for this performance? I mean, he demonstrated that he was more than the smart-aleck short know-it-all in this film. The desperation, the pain, the empathy that he felt for Oanh.

Part of what appeals to me about this performance is how Eriksson enlisted in the Army because he truly thought that the Vietnam War would do good, much like how a lot of soldiers enlisted in Iraq because they were told that it was the right thing to do. He went in, thinking that he would be helping people, and came out having witnessed the horrible truth of it. And Michael was able to portray that so beautifully. It wasn't that he gave the character depth; he was able to show the depth of the character, and not tell. Just look at the GIF above!

I reiterate-- he deserved an Oscar for this film.

2. Frank Bannister, The Frighteners

This movie... oh, God this movie...

I may be a little biased because of how fucking feral this movie makes me for him (and Trini Alvarado), but... God, he's brilliant in this.

Even when Frank was in asshole-mode, you liked him. You kinda wanted him to succeed in conning the whole town. That is some Robert Preston-level shit. Yet, when you see how much of an asshole he can be, rather than hating him, you want him to rise above it and fix his issues.

Michael's chemistry with Trini is just unbelievable. From the minute they first share a scene, you can feel that spark. You root for them as a couple, and as individuals.

And the interrogation room scene and the holding cell scene... in my opinion, they're probably some of his best work. You can feel everything that Frank is feeling right in your gut, and you can sense him as he is forced to confront his grief and his guilt.

Just... I have a lot of thoughts that I have trouble putting down now.

1. Jamie Conway, Bright Lights Big City

I curse every critic that gave a negative review to this movie and said that Michael was miscast. In my opinion, he was absolutely perfect.

I think the fact that he had such a wholesome reputation helped with the point of the story, of how anyone can get lost in addiction and various vices. It's especially poignant, considering his real-life struggles with alcoholism.

I will admit, this may have beat out Frighteners for number one because this movie was the final push for him and Tracy to get together. Even though their scenes were so few, they had so much chemistry that you were left wanting more of Jamie and Vicky.

My personal favorite was the phone call scene near the end; just his portrayal of grief and pain after a year of trying to suppress it with addiction makes your heart go out to him, and his realization that he needs help really rocks you to your core.

[kila09]

SHIPPER TAG GAME

tagged by @gloster

1. What ship were you completely obsessed with when you were a teenager, but now you don't care anymore?

-not really obsessed, but I'd have to say Nick/Maddie from PR: Mystic Force. I really liked their dynamic and tbh, it was that couple that introduced me to fanfics because I went googling for info on Melanie and Firass

2. Which ship would you consider your first one?

-oh that's an easy one: Tommy/Kim. The moment I saw them on screen, I started shipping them before I even knew what shipping was. They were my OTP before I even knew what that was. Even at that young age, I was taken in by their chemistry, their understanding and acceptance of each other, the slow build up of their relationship...just...their everything. Honestly, it was because of this ship that i could not get into Disney fairytales because they did more to convince me of true love than any Disney movie ever did.

3. Your first fanfic belonged to which couple?

-Tommy/Kimberly. After I learned what fanfic was from searching Maddie/Nick...I stumbled upon a Tommy/Trini story and it didn't sit right with me lol. I kept thinking "Tommy and Kim are meant to be" and then I started writing a story about them. Took my weeks, after I'd written the first seven chapters, to work up my courage to actually post that first chapter.

4. Do you remember the first couple you saw a fanart over?

-more than likely Nick and Maddie.

5. Did you ever get into ship discourse?

-uhm....I mean, not really? I've responded to one or two anon posts or even made a post or two about a ship but actual discourse? I usually have those discussions with my friend

6. Did you used to have a NOTP or have it currently?

-ha! Did I ever! And still do: Kataang, Klance, Hinny, McRolls, Tommy/Kat, Jason/Kim, Dramione, Romione.

7. Who were the couple in the last fanfic you read?

-well, I'm currently reading three fanfics right now, so the couple in those are: Zutara, Tododeku, KinnPorsche

8. Currently, do you have any OTPs?

-ohh yeah: Tomberly, Drarry, Sheith, Zutara, KinnPorsche, Tododeku, DickKory, Geraskier

9. Is there any couple, to this day, you are extremely mad about not getting together?

-yes. I'm pissed they broke Kim and Tommy (rumor was, the letter wasn't even the original storyline but they did it because they wanted the fans to let go of Kimberly and accept Kat); Sheith (they had the best chemistry and the show kept drawing parallels between them and other couples on the show, including Keith's own parents); Zutara (they just made sense and I think Katara would've really blossomed even more because Zuko never would've stifled her or encourage to forego her own culture); Drarry (sure as shit, if one of them was female, it would've happen, so I don't see why it couldn't happen anyways. Plus, I feel they would've understood and balanced each other a lot better than their Canon couples).

10. Is there any ship you used to dislike but now you think they are kind of interesting?

-nope.

11. Do you have any ship that, in the past, was considered normal but now would be canceled over?

-i dont think so, no.

12. What was your favorite crack ship?

-i don't think I had or have one tbh.that.

13. Who is the couple you read more fanfics of?

-its split btwn most of my OTPs tbh.

14. What do most of your ships usually have in common?

-hmmm...idk, equality, I guess. The way they understand each other, how they are each others safe space in a way, how they can be themselves (all facets of themselves, e.g., angry, happy, messy, etc.) with each other, the way they're different but also the same in some ways

15. What do you absolutely hate in a ship?

-a bully/victim dynamic that is labeled as enemies-to-lovers; when a miscommunication happens and the person immediately runs away/avoids the other without giving them a chance to explain, which leads into the miscommunication going on for more than 2-3 chapters (even worse when it's a 15 chapter story and the miscommunication happened in like ch 2 and you're on ch 12 and it...is...still...going on)

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[skyland2703]

I apologize but I am going to be SO insufferable here:

What if: In the Coinless Universe, Skull died protecting Billy and Trini, and Bulk died at the makeshift hospital instead of Matt?

INSUFFERABLE IS NICE. INSUFFERABLE IS VERY NICE INDEED :D

Okay so here's a couple things that come to my mind.

If Skull had died, Bulk would've spiralled into depression first. He'd probably have been reckless and even WITH Kim by his side, he probably wolud've died at that makeshift hospital instead of Matt.

May I present the lovely opportunity that Kim "fails to save him", and he takes the hit right in front of her?? Sending her into an “I could’ve saved him😭” guilt?

As a result, when she attacks drakkon, her rage/fury is much worse. And the spell also isn’t… too effective… on her. MORE TRAUMA FOR HER :D

As for Billy… bro. Billy would be SHATTERED.

SO WOULD BE TRINI

BUt Billy more, ofc. Because yknow. Childhood best friends. Unresolved tensions 😭 SO much trauma.

I think you had a fic where billy is Coinless and drunk and on drugs because Skull, and then there’s Adam trying to help him survive. Yep. THAT is what Billy is like. Because he has the surviors guilt. He has the “it should’ve been me!” Guilt.

I don’t think it would make much difference on Drakkon’s empire at all except that the Coinless don’t have a spy anymore.

Perhaps Zack becomes the spy? No. That would be too obvious. Matt? I think yes. Matt would be the spy.

Billy COULD maybe strangle drakkon with his bare hands if he ever comes in close vicinity of the man. Btw.

So yeah!! That’s basically it!!

Ask me Power Rangers what ifs~

[kimberlyannharts]

I will say I DID think the Wedding Vows story was really cute…but nothing about it made it specifically related to Kat. If you color swapped the hair the story could literally play out the exact same with just Kim.

I do however, LOVE the implication that Tommy Ggrew his hair out after Dino Thunder. I wonder if the kids were at the wedding

I think the core of it is I don't like how Melissa writes romance lol it's the same thing with how she's handling M/tt/Aisha and Zack/Trini - just lots of TALKING about how these characters are in love without SHOWING what makes them unique or appealing as a couple. It's just "they're in love! get it? they're in love! let's keep saying it until you agree!"

OBVIOUSLY I HAVE A BIAS but Show Not Tell is something Amy does brilliantly in her story; Tommy and Kim's relationship only gets a few panels with no dialogue but we immediately understand their dynamic as individuals and a couple just through the art