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The Fella Part 10 (James Maguire X Quinn!Reader)

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Summary: A family occasion takes a turn for a worse when Mary tells her aunt Bridie to drop dead, which she takes seriously. At her wake, Michelle has the bright idea to bring laced scones, which are taken and distributed among the guests.

A/N: credits to @crumpets-are-better-with-jam for writing out the script of the episode for me :)) btw just a warning, it gets a bit heated a little towards the end, but not too much i think. Also talks of drugs bc duh

***

It was becoming a bit difficult to keep up with who knew about Y/n and James’ relationship and who didn’t. Y/n’s sister Erin knew that she fancied James, but wasn’t updated on the fact that they had been dating for over three months now. Clare knew that the pair were going out after catching them kissing at the Take That concert a few weeks ago. But the rest of the group and the teens’ families were none the wiser.

Except for Y/n’s father, Gerry.

One night, everyone was hanging around the Quinn household. There were movies, loads of chatting, and some dinner. But with so many people in the house, it was hard to have even a moment alone with James. So, while everyone argued over what to put on next, Y/n snuck out to the front room, boyfriend close behind.

“I thought we weren’t gonna try to keep things a secret,” James said as he leaned against the wall, Y/n tucked into his side and holding his hand.

“I know Jamie. But with situations like this, I think it’s better to sneak away. I mean, imagine the shock that would come to Mammy, Granda, or Michelle if any of ’em found out.”

“Yeah…” James sighed, realizing Y/n was right.

“Now imagine if all three of them found out at the same time.” Y/n laughed at the idea while James’ eyes widened in horror. “Besides, wanting a moment to ourselves isn’t all bad, right?” She asked, looking up at the boy.

“Right.” He mirrored her soft smile before leaning down to catch her lips in a kiss that was eagerly returned. 

So eager that the two didn’t hear the door open.

“You’re lucky it’s me catching you two instead of your mother,” Gerry spoke, startling Y/n and James, who jumped apart. He felt a bit awkward catching his daughter kissing her boyfriend, but he didn’t look too surprised that she had a boyfriend in the first place.

“Da, I can explain.” Y/n tried to go on, but Gerry held up a hand, signaling her to stop.

“I already know.” He said with a smile, hands clasping behind his back. “About you two. Never would’ve if they didn’t decide to film that concert you girls went to.” That new information mortified Y/n and James. But they didn’t have time to fully react, because Gerry continued. “I think the three of us should have a little chat.”

***

The conversation wasn’t as bad as Y/n thought it would’ve been. Gerry was clearly happy and okay with the relationship, just wanting to make sure that they weren’t doing anything too serious. That topic might’ve been the most embarrassing part of the interaction for Y/n.

James, on the other hand, seemed scared shitless the entire time. But Y/n suspected that her father wasn’t so hard on him because of how he was treated by his father-in-law. He probably didn’t want to create some kind of a cycle. Plus, Gerry was pretty fond of James, even before he learned about him and his daughter being an item.

The entire talk played on a loop in Y/n’s head as she sat in church with the rest of her family, waiting for their relative’s wedding to start. Soon enough, the familiar tune of ‘Here Comes The Bride’ started to play, and everyone in the room stood.

“Where do you reckon Aunt Sarah is?” Y/n asked her sister Erin, noticing that a family member was missing from their pew. But her question was soon answered when Sarah entered the room and started walking down the aisle, dressed in white. “Good God.” 

Gasps and murmurs filled the room as Sarah went to stand with her family in the pew, revealing a horrified bride and her father behind her.

“Jesus, but that taxi took forever, so it did.” Sarah sighed. The bride-to-be looked at Sarah, absolutely appalled as she passed by. “Ach, isn’t she gorgeous?”

Mary rolled her eyes and looked up towards the sky as she took a deep breath.

“Give me strength…” She muttered.

***

Y/n was a bit surprised that the Quinn family, mainly her aunt Sarah, was still invited to the reception. But that didn’t stop her from trying to have a good time. She, her sister, and her cousin drank and danced around as they waited for their friends to arrive.

Soon enough, Erin spotted their friends, nudging her sister and cousin to gain their attention. They quickly ran to the venue entrance to meet with the other girls and James.

“Muthafuckas!” Michelle yelled in greetings, arms spread out and grin wide. 

“How’s it been?” Clare asked with a smile.

The sisters and Orla all had different responses, but had the same reaction when Mary snuck up behind the three of them.

“Girls!” The shout startled them, and everyone whipped around to look at her.

“Jesus, Mammy,” Y/n muttered.

“I said you could invite one friend to the reception. One!”

“Mammy, they don’t come separately,” Erin said, rolling her eyes. She thought her mother would’ve learned this after years of friendship.

“We’re like one big set,” Y/n said, gesturing to the group of teenagers.

“Aye, we’re pack animals, Mary,” Michelle said. Mary was about to say something, possibly tell them to leave or further reprimand them, when James spoke.

“I love your hat, Mrs. Quinn.” He said with a smile, eyeing the accessory. Mary smiled, and the girls were surprised to see that her slightly sour mood had seemed to disappear.

“Thanks, son.” She said, giving him a nod before looking at the whole group, a bit more serious. “No wild carry-on. Do you hear me? We’re in enough bother as it is. Best behavior.”

“Completely.” Clare nodded, taking the commands to heart.

“You’ll have no trouble from us, Mary,” Michelle said with an innocent smile, which should be worrying. Mary walked off, and Michelle turned back to the group once she was out of earshot. “Okay, girls, who wants to do drugs?” Y/n snorted at the complete 180, but Michelle was completely serious.

The girls, mainly Michelle and Erin, like always, had a back and forth about the drugs and someone named Macca and so on. Y/n used this moment to turn to James, almost glued to his side at the back of the group as they all walked around the reception party.

“Trying to butter up Mammy, are you?” She asked teasingly, thinking about how James’ little comment completely changed her mother’s sour demeanor.

James laughed a little, throwing his head back, and Y/n couldn’t help but smile stupidly at the boy. He shrugged.

“Well, I figured I might as well start now to try to get on her good side. It’s only a matter of time, I think.” Y/n nodded in agreement.

“We could tell them.” She suggested after a small moment of silence. James perked up, both surprised and delighted by the notion. “I mean, like you said, it’s only a matter of time. And they’d probably prefer hearing it from us over walking in on us doing something.”

James’ cheeks reddened at the sentence. He blinked a few times, his mind clearly drifting off to some kind of thought.

“And by something… you mean like-” Suddenly, the lights dimmed, and music started blasting through the speakers. Y/n lit up in excitement along with the rest of the room, while James looked a bit confused at the commotion that started to happen.

“‘Rock the Boat’! It’s ‘Rock the Boat!” Clare squealed as she recognized the song.

“Happy fuckin’ days!” Michelle said, and the girls ran to the dance floor. Y/n was dragging James behind her, who seemed slightly alarmed by everyone’s intense enthusiasm. 

Everyone sat on the floor in long, giant rows, fighting for space. The girls were able to push their way to the front, synchronously dancing with the rest of the party people. There, the girls continued their drug conversation, with Y/n and James now joining in.

“Look, Michelle,” Clare said to the girl behind her. “Drugs are illegal, drugs are addictive, and perhaps most importantly, in this country, you can lose your kneecaps if you’re caught doing them. And I like my kneecaps, Michelle; they suit my knees.”

“You do have crackin’ kneecaps, Clare.” Orla smiled at the girl, having to leave to the side and turn her head to look at the blonde.

“Is that true?” James asked, lips close to Y/n’s ear.

“What?” Y/n turned around, almost startled by how James was to her face. “Clare’s kneecaps?”

“No. I mean losing your kneecaps.”

“Oh. Clare’s a bit dramatic, Jamie.” The girl turned back around to face ahead. “But she’s a bit right, I think.”

“What?!”

Before any conversations could continue, a dull but loud thud was heard from a corner of the room. Everyone looked to see Aunt Bridie lying on the floor, with the Quinn family looking at Mary in shock.

***

The next few days felt tense at the Quinn household. It was mainly the teenagers being fearful of Mary, because they believed that she was the reason for her Aunt Bridie’s sudden death and didn’t want to be her next victim. The house had never been so clean and tidy.

“I just cannot believe it.” Mary’s tone was almost flat as she stared off into space, clutching her teacup and rarely ever sipping it.

“Listen, Mary,” Sarah said, sitting in the chair beside her. “No matter what you’ve done, you’re still my sister. I’ll stand by you.”

“I haven’t done anything, Sarah.”

“Exactly, love. Everybody knows you didn’t mean to kill the old boot.” Grandpa Joe paused to take a sip of his coffee. “God rest her soul.”

“I didn’t kill her,” Mary responded, immediately tired of the assumption.

“You know what I mean, not kill.” Joe looked around as if he would find the word he was looking for on the wall. “Hex.”

“I didn’t hex her either, Da.” She said defensively. “It was just a very tragic-”

“My mother, she had the gift too, y’know.” Joe interrupted. “By God, that woman could make her enemies drop like flies.”

“Look, I don’t have any gift,” Mary said, letting go of her teacup to lay her hands flat on the table to show finality and seriousness. “There’s no dark forces at play here. I just said somethin’... unfortunate that happened to-”

“Cause her death?” Sarah asked.

“Coincide with her death.” Mary corrected.

Ah, yes. Mary telling her aunt Bridie to drop dead and then her actually doing it was just an unfortunate coincidence. Nothing more, nothing less.

Meanwhile, at the sink, Y/n dried the last dish that Erin washed and handed it to Orla to put away. The three girls had been working as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb Mary. Erin was the first to speak, turning around slowly with a nervous tone.

“Right. Well, that’s the dishes done. Would you like another cup of tea, Mammy?”

As if remembering she even had a cup of tea, Mary looked down at the cup and took a quick sip.

“No, I’m fine.”

“I’ll just grab the Hoover n’give the stairs a bit of a going over.”

“Aye, and I can sweep the hall and such,” Y/n added, trying to remember the last place she had seen the broom. 

“And I’ll maybe do a bit of dusting,” Orla said.

Mary raised an eyebrow, suspicion of the girls pulling her out of her dazed and solemn mood.

“What’s gotten into you all?” She asked. “What’re you up to? What’s going on?”

“Nothin’!” Erin answered, still seeming a bit scared. “We just thought that we should pull our weight a bit more, Mammy.”

“You do so much for us, Aunt Mary.”

“Aye, Mammy, you deserve a bit of a break.”

“I can’t hex people, girls,” Mary said frustratedly. “It was an accident.”

As if on cue, Gerry waltzed into the kitchen and smiled at his wife. He placed a hand on her shoulder as part of a greeting.

“So, how’s the Wicked Witch of the North West?” The question seemed so loving and innocent. Y/n would’ve laughed if Mary hadn’t seemed like she was actually about to murder someone.

“Who put fifty p in the eedgit?” Joe asked, glaring at Gerry. Gerry looked at him confused, wondering what he had done this time.

Mary groaned, dropping her head into her hands.

“God, how am I going to go to this wake?”

“It’ll be grand, love,” Joe said. “But listen, say if things do get heated, try not to rise to it. The last thing we want is another dead body on our hands here.”

Mary stared up at Joe with a blank expression.

“I’ll do my best, Da.”

***

Later that evening, the Quinns and McCools arrived at the wake. Everyone seemed a bit surprised and startled to see Mary, clearly believing the rumors that she had been her Aunt Bridie’s undoing. After a slightly awkward encounter with Eamon, Bridie’s son, the girls escaped everyone by going upstairs to the room that held Bridie herself.

“She really suits bein’ dead, doesn’t she?” Orla said after a good moment of solemn silence, staring down at the woman.

“What?” Erin seemed disturbed by what her cousin had said, but Y/n nodded.

“No, yeah, I agree. I like her better like this.”

“Y/n, she’s dead.”

“Oh, so you’re saying you liked her better living?”

Before Erin could answer, the door to the room opened. The girls turned to see Clare peeking her head through.

“Can we come in?” She asked in a whisper.

“Why are you whispering, Clare?” Y/n asked, tilting her head in confusion. Clare paused, thinking it over.

“I don’t know.”

The rest of the group crowded around Bridie’s casket. Michelle and Clare walked to the end by her feet, and James decided to stand behind Y/n. He rested a hand gently on her shoulder, as if to comfort her, and she raised a hand of her own to lay on his, as if to thank him.

“Thanks for comin’, guys.” Erin sighed, seeming slightly distressed now. “It’s nice to have a bit of support in this very difficult time.” Everyone seemed very confused by the statement. 

“You thought she was a dick,” Michelle said.

“I never said that.”

“You did, Erin,” Orla said.

“I’m pretty sure we all thought she was a dick, but you were the vocal one about it,” Y/n added.

“Aye, I’ve definitely heard you say it,” Clare said.

“Okay, can I just check something?” James asked, clearly focused on something else. The girls looked at him, waiting for him to continue. “Everybody else can see the dead body, right?”

Everyone took a glance at the body in question, trying to figure out what the problem was.

“It’s just Bridie, Jamie,” Y/n said.

“It’s Bridie’s corpse.” The boy corrected. “It’s Bridie’s dead corpse.”

“It’s her wake. What were you expectin’?” Michelle asked, rolling her eyes.

“Haven’t you ever seen a dead body before?” Erin asked.

“Of course not!” James nearly yelled, shocked that Erin would even ask such a question. Michelle scoffed.

“Christ, but the English are weird.”

Orla leaned down close to Bridie, taking her face in her hands and looking up at James. She had that childlike but absentminded wonder in her eyes and smile that she always had.

“You can touch her if you want.”

James flinched, moving his hands to Y/n’s hips as he took a slight step back. As he moved back, he maneuvered Y/n to act as a shield between him and the dead body and Orla. James looked at Orla in disgusted shock.

“Why the hell would I want to touch her?” Y/n snorted at James’ suddenly high-pitched voice.

“It’s nice.” Orla smiled brightly.

“Stop it.”

“It’s just a dead body, James,” Clare said in a comforting tone, trying to get him to calm down. “We’re all gonna be one someday.”

“Oh, thanks for that, Clare!” Horrified, James brought Y/n closer until her back was pressed against his front. It was as if everyone else was some sort of strange or bad energy that could only be warded off by Y/n, and she was happy to go along with it. “Yeah, that’s helped!”

“It’s okay, Jamie,” Y/n said, patting one of the hands gripping her hips. James relaxed just a bit, but was still weary because of how weird this whole situation was to him. “Calm yourself.”

“It really makes you think, doesn’t it?” Michelle said solemnly, staring at Bridie for a second before looking at the girls. “Death.” She sighed dramatically, and everyone immediately wondered what she was up to this time. “It just… just makes you wanna… do everythin’ and just… try everythin’.”

“What’s going on, Michelle?” Clare asked, looking at her suspiciously.

“Yeah, what are you on about?” Y/n eyed the girl with a raised brow. Michelle suddenly seemed excited, a stark contrast to her fake grimness.

“Do you wanna see something’ class?” Michelle then threw her purse, which was, for some reason, big and bulky, onto Bridie’s feet. Someone would’ve reprimanded her for disrespecting the deceased by using Bridie as a table, but they were too busy watching her pull a big Tupperware out of her purse. “Prepare yourself, girls.” She then popped the lid off to show what was inside. She looked at her friends excitedly.

“Scones?” Erin asked, clearly unimpressed.

“That’s right.”

“What’s so class about scones?”

“Scones are lovely.” Orla countered, seeming a bit offended by Erin’s uninterest.

“Aye, I like scones.” Clare nodded.

“No, these aren’t any old scones, girls.” Michelle insisted, shaking her head. “These are funny scones.”

“Funny’s the right word, alright,” Y/n said, reaching for one of the scones in the bin to look at it. As she dropped it back in with the rest, she looked at Michelle with a tilt of her head. “What’s so special about ’em?”

“They’re drug scones!” Clare squeaked, pointing urgently at the food. “She’s put the drugs in the scones!”

“Too fuckin’ right, I have,” Michelle said with a grin. “I wanted to do brownies, but this was the only recipe my ma had, so…”

“I don’t think it’s that hard to find a brownie recipe, Michelle,” Y/n said. 

“I’m not goin’ out of my way to find a brownie recipe, Y/n.”

“We talked about this, Michelle. We agreed.” Clare said, bringing the conversation back to the drugs.

“No, we didn’t,” Michelle argued. “Anyway, drugs aren’t illegal when you put them into food. Everybody knows that.”

“I’m not so sure about that, Michelle,” Y/n said.

“Is that right?” James asked sarcastically, almost glaring with bewilderment at his cousin. “I’m not sure that’s right.”

Just then, the door opened, and everybody froze. An old woman walked in, and the girls quickly recognized her as one of the caterers for the wake.

“Any cups up here?” She asked, walking towards them while looking around. She spotted the tub, and before anyone could stop her, she reached out and grabbed it. “I’ll take that.” The woman said simply before leaving the room.

Everyone stared at where the scones had once been, panic running through them all.

“What the fuck just happened?” Michelle asked the room. Y/n looked at the girl with wide eyes.

“I believe a caterer just took your funny fuckin’ scones to give out at our great Aunt Bridie’s wake, Michelle.”

After another moment of feeling frozen, everyone went downstairs as fast as possible without drawing attention. Defeated and not knowing what to do, the girls sat down on the steps. As they settled, they watched Joe pass by with one of the scones in hand.

“What are we gonna do?” Clare asked frantically.

“It’s fine,” Michelle said shortly. But everyone could tell she was just as panicked as the rest.

“It’s definitely not fine!” Clare hissed. “There’s drug scones down there. People’ll eat the drug scones, then we’ve drugged those people, Michelle.”

“Our granda included.” Y/n butted in, resting her chin on the top of James’ head, who was sitting on one of the steps just below her. “Lord knows what’ll happen to him.”

“So?” Michelle said, clearly worried but trying to seem aloof. “Drugging people isn’t a crime.”

“You’ve a very loose grasp of the law, Michelle,” James said, rubbing at his eyes in disbelief and exhaustion.

“What kind of person brings hash scones to a wake?” Erin asked with a scowl. Michelle scoffed.

“Typical.” She said. “I try to do a nice thing, and this is the thanks I get.”

“A nice thing?” Y/n repeated in disbelief, turning back to look at Michelle. “Oh yeah, how nice. Let’s all get hopped up illegally at a wake. Oh, wait. We can’t, because someone took your stupid scones!”

“It’s terrible,” Clare added, sounding as panicked and scared as usual. “There’s old people down there; what if an old person takes one?”

“Why does everyone get so sentimental about old people?” Michelle asked. “Old people are arseholes.” 

“We’ve got to get ’em back, girls,” Erin said, starting to get scared of the thought of any of her family having a funny scone.

“Look, I’m not disagreeing with you. I bought that stuff so I could get high, not your great Uncle Colm.”

“Oh Christ, I didn’t even think about that,” Y/n muttered. Colm was already a character to begin with; him being high as balls would probably turn him either more boring or unmanageable. Y/n stood up and faced the girls. “Here’s the plan. I’ll head to the kitchen to grab whatever’s left. The rest of you go and find the ones that people have taken and pray that they haven’t taken a bite yet.”

“And remember, girls,” Erin said, standing up with her sister. “Be subtle.” Everyone nodded and split up to do their tasks.

Y/n went to the kitchen and quietly crept to the swinging door. She took a quick look, saw that the few people inside were occupied with different things, and carefully walked in. She was surprised to see her father ranting about cross-contamination and using different bowls. Y/n wondered if he had been roped into helping in the kitchen, but whether he was forced or had volunteered, she smiled at the sight of his sudden passion.

Y/n spotted the scones, about half the amount from the last time she saw them, now plated on a serving platter. While reaching for the plate, the door opened behind her.

“Now listen here, you.” Y/n flinched and turned around quickly, recognizing the voice to be her granda Joe. But he wasn’t looking at her. As usual, he directed his pointed look to Gerry, who looked at his father-in-law, both confused and annoyed.

“Yes, Joe?”

“I just wanna say…” Joe trailed off, getting closer to Gerry and putting a hand on his shoulder. Gerry and Y/n looked at the old man in bewilderment when he laughed. “I think you’re doing a fine job.” Then he patted Gerry’s cheek before turning around and walking out of the kitchen. “Keep up the good work.”

Gerry and Y/n turned their shocked stares to each other once Joe was out of the room. The only thing that broke their eye contact was a timer going off, which somehow snapped Gerry back into his working mode. Using the opportunity of her dad’s distractedness, Y/n swiped the platter and walked out.

The girl soon realized that she and her friends never agreed on a place to meet after retrieving the scones. But not wanting anyone to see her wander around with a platter of scones, she snuck back upstairs, where she was surprised to see James slowly wandering the hallway.

“Hey,” Y/n said with relief, glad it was him instead of a stranger. Or worse, her mother.

“Hey.” He smiled at her, holding up a scone as he walked closer to her. “Found your uncle Colm with this.” He sat the scone on top of the others.

“Thank God you got it before he took a bite.” Y/n laughed lightly, James joining in. “Were you just waiting for someone to come up?”

“Yeah, I thought being up here would be better than wandering around where everyone else was.”

“Smart.” Y/n nodded once, looking around the empty hall. “What do you suppose we do about all of these?”

The two thought for a moment, racking their brains for an idea. James suddenly snapped his fingers.

“Remember when you snuck over to mine that one night, and we watched Goodfellas?”

“Aye, Ray Liotta was a dream, wasn’t he?”

“Sure.” James rolled his eyes at the comment. “But do you remember how Karen got rid of the drugs?”

Y/n took a quick second to think about whether or not she did, in fact, remember. The most memorable things of the night she snuck over to James’ were Ray Liotta, the snacks James had snuck up to his room, and kissing each other to keep loud talking or laughs from gaining the attention of the rest of the household.

“You think it’ll work?” Y/n asked once she remembered what James was talking about. “I mean, these are scones.”

“What other options do we have?” James asked. And to be honest, Y/n couldn’t think of any.

The sound of a knob turning startled the two teens. They scrambled to hide the stolen platter of scones behind them just before the bathroom door a bit down the hall opened up. A middle-aged woman that Y/n barely recognized walked out, and Y/n and James smiled politely at her as she passed.

Once she was down the stairs, James and Y/n ran to the bathroom, locking the door behind them.

“Let’s just wait for the others here,” Y/n said, balancing the platter on the sink so she wouldn’t have to hold it any longer. “So… what d’ya wanna do?”

It took a few seconds of silence before Y/n and James rushed at each other, quickly becoming a mess of tangled limbs and clashing lips. The couple rarely had time alone for things like this, the heat of the moment always being ignored because of the fear of being caught. But with a locked door, a few minutes of making out couldn’t do much harm.

Y/n’s hands buried themselves into James’ curls, tugging at them as he backed her into the wall next to the door. A hand cupped the back of her neck while the other stayed gripped on her waist, keeping her in place. Not that she’d want to leave.

James’ lips strayed away from Y/n’s, leaving featherlight kisses across her cheek and jaw before settling on her neck. The hand on Y/n’s neck pulled back her hair, giving James the access he needed to nip and suck lightly at the sensitive skin just below Y/n’s ear.

“Are you marking me?” She asked, breath hitching. She wasn’t opposing the matter, far from it, really. But she was a bit surprised to have this kind of behavior coming from James.

“Just a bit.” He replied breathlessly, kissing the slightly sore spot before returning to Y/n’s lips. “For a bit of fun, y’know?” Y/n giggled. She was lucky that she could probably hide the soon-to-be mark by keeping her hair down.

“Sure, just a bit of fun.” She replied, pecking James’ lips a few times.

The two were able to get themselves straightened out just before the rest of the girls found them. They closed the door behind them, and James caught them all up on the plan.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” Michelle sighed as she and the rest of the group broke apart the scones and dropped the crumbled bits into the toilet. “It’s fuckin’ heartbreaking.”

“Believe me, Michelle, it’s better this way,” Y/n said, grabbing another laced scone. “Granda’s had one, and now he’s acting, like, really fuckin’ weird.”

“You’re being paranoid.”

“He was nice to Daddy.” The group made noises of shock and disbelief. “Exactly. And if Mammy starts asking questions…”

“You’re Ma won’t trace it back to us.”

“Are you serious?” Erin asked Michelle. “She traces everything back to us. She traces things we haven’t even done back to us!”

“Are you sure this’ll work?” Clare asked James.

“This is how you get rid of drugs, Clare.” He said confidently, as if this wasn’t the first time he’s had to do this. “I’ve seen Goodfellas, like, twenty times.”

“Aye, good movie,” Y/n commented as she brushed her hands on her jeans to get rid of the crumbs that stuck to her nervously sweaty palms. 

“That’s not the only way.” Orla countered. “I watched this film once about this girl who was tryin’ to hide drugs, and what she did was she shoved them right up her—”

“I’m not sticking a scone up my hole, Orla.” Michelle hissed. Orla shrugged, raising her hands in defense.

Once everyone was done breaking down the scones, Clare sighed, seeming as nervous and panicked as always.

“Okay, I’m gonna flush.” She did so, and everyone watched as not much happened. “Is it working?”

“‘Course it’s working,” James said, still sure of his plan.

But then the water started to rise, and everyone started to panic.

“Jesus Christ!” Erin yelped in a high-pitched voice. “Why is the water rising, James?”

“I don’t know! The water didn’t rise in Goodfellas!”

“We’ve clogged it.”

“Who has a plunger?” Orla asked, seeming to be the most calm of the group.

“I’m afraid I left the house without me plunger tonight, Orla,” Erin replied, clearly sarcastic. 

“Aye, me too,” Orla replied seriously. “Nightmare, so it is.”

The toilet started flooding faster, and the girls scrambled around in a panic. Scone water was beginning to spill onto the floor, and everyone had to stop themselves from gagging as they tried to find a way to clean it up. This situation couldn’t possibly get any worse.

“Dear God…” Everyone whipped around to see the adults of the Quinn and McCool families, plus Bridie’s son, Eamon. Erin laughed nervously, deciding to be the one to find an excuse.

“It looks worse than it is.” Was all she said, which really wasn’t much of an excuse.

“My mother was right about you people,” Eamon said, horrified and angry. “Wild animals have more manners.”

“We didn’t have a plunger, Eamon!” Orla shouted.

“Get out!” He yelled. “Get out!”

The teens did so gladly, running out of the bathroom and out of the house. They gathered on the front lawn, and they couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the evening. But they still feared what would happen when Mary walked out.

“The night wasn’t all that bad, I think,” James said quietly, only Y/n being able to hear him. She looked up at him curiously.

“How so?”

Instead of speaking, he raised his hand to cup her neck, gently tapping where he had bruised her. She gasped, pushing his hand away before the two of them fell into laughter, not caring about the confused looks their friends gave them.

“I’ll see you Monday, then?” He asked when they had calmed down a bit. Y/n caught a glimpse of her mother leaving the house before she answered.

“If I live that long.”

~~~

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[hiro-doodlez]

LIST OF ENGLISH ACRONYMS AND ABBREVIATIONS (the random letters that people use sometimes)!! FEEL FREE TO USE AS A REF (reference) SHEET!! In alphabetical too!!

Tone indicators at the bottom!

GENERAL:

AFK- away from keyboard

AKA- also known as

ASAP- as soon as possible

ASL- American Sign Language

B4- before

BC- because

BF- boyfriend

BFF- best friends forever

BTW- By the way

BTS- Behind the scenes/back to school / that one band

BRB- be right back

CW: content warning

Cya- see ya

DM- direct message

DW- dont worry

EZPZ- easy peasy

FB- Facebook

FW: flash warning

FAQ- frequently asked questions

FYI- for your information

GF- girl friend

GG- good game

GJ- Good job

GL- good luck

Gnite- good night

GTFO- get the fuck out

GTG- got to go

Gud- good

H8- hate

HBD- happy birthday

Hella- really

HMU- Hit me up

HW- Homework

IDK- I don't know

IDC- I don't care

IG- I guess / instagram

IK- I know

IKR- I know right

K- okay

Lmao- laughing my ass off

Kewl- cool

Kk- okay

Lol- laugh out loud

ILY- I love you

ILYSM- I love you so much

IMO- in my opinion

IRL- in real life

IYKYK- if you know you know

JFC- Jesus fucking chrkst

Jk- just kidding

L8R- later

LMAO- laughing my ass off

LMK-let me know

LOL- laughing out loud

Mkay- mm okay

NE- Any

NE1- anyone

NGL- not gonna lie

NM- Nothing much

NP: no problem

NSFW- not safe for work

NVM- nevermind

NW- no worries

Obv- obviously

OFC- of course

OMW- on my way

OP- original post(er)

OTP- one true pairing

Ova- over

Pic- picture

Pls-please

Plz-please

POV: point of view

Ppl- people

Prolly- probably

QOTD- quote of the day

R- are

RB- reblog

Ref- reference

Rly- really

RN- right now

RP- role play

RPG-role playing game

RT- retweet

Sec- second

SH- self harm

SMH- shaking my head

SMP- survival multiplayer server (Minecraft) / social media platform (?)

S.O- significant other

Sui- suicide

Sus- suspicious

STFU- shut the fuck up

T- testosterone

TBA- to be announced

TBF- to be fair

TBH- to be honest

TF- the fuck

Thnks- thanks

Thx- thanks

TLDR- too long didn't read (usually a summary)

TMRW- tomorrow

TOS- terms of service

TTYL-talk to you later

TW: trigger warning

Vid- video

WTF- what the fuck

WYD- what are you doing?

YOLO- You only live once

YT- YouTube

YW- you're welcome

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If the one youre looking for isnt here, either i forgot or its a fandom! Id suggest looking it up if youre confused!

Extra note: if you see 8 in one of the acronyms, then it usually is used as an “ate” sound. So h8= ate, gr8= great ect.

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TONE INDICATORS:

/aff- affectionate

/c- copypasta

/cb- clickbait (?)

/f- fake

/gen- genuine

/genq- genuine question

/half joking

/ij- inside joke

/j- joking

/lyr- lyrics

/lh- light hearted

/lu- little upset

/neg- negative

/nf- not forced

/nm- not mad

/npa- not passive aggresive

/nsrs- not serious

/p- platonic

/pa- passive aggresive

/pos- positive

/q- quote

/r- romantic

/ref

/s- sarcastic

/srs- serious

/t- teasing

/th- threat

I HOPE THIS HELPS!! and if i forgot to add one feel free to send an ask ^^

[livlepretre]

Omfg this was such a crazy chapter I don’t even know where to start?!?!?!?!!!?!

Ok Klaus using and abusing Stefan while he is at his lowest and then throwing him out like a smoked cigarette???? (btw thank you so much for that cigarette scene, definitely got some fanny flutters from that one and the characterization of Klaus in that scene???? Absolute perfection). Anyways, I’m not even a huge Stefan fan but him in this chapter absolutely broke me, it literally brought me to tears. Ok I hope I’m wrong about this because I’m the biggest Klaus apologist, but was he raping Stefan during those 3 days? (I know he was and has been this whole time but I am refusing to accept it).

Ok let’s get to Elena - MY GIRL CHEATED “AGAIN”💀💀💀 I need Klaus’ reaction to this I feel like he’s gonna pick on her so hard for that. Of course, I don’t wish that on my girl Elena, but I will always take any Klena scene I can get.

Look, I don’t agree with cheating in any circumstance, and I think Elena was wrong for not stopping Stefan, she shouldn’t have given him her body with the sole intention of saving him (thank God it worked) and it wasn’t a good way for him to cope with his emotions either. He’s very unstable at this moment, but I choose to believe there was another way she could have reached him. Having sex with him likely only added to both of their confusion about their relationship. It seemed like Elena didn’t truly want to, but felt it was what he needed—the promise of a lover—to bring him back with her. But pleaseeee give us some insight on this scene because it was actually an insane turn of events that I didn’t expect at all.

Another question I have about this scene is about him saying I love you to her. Did he fall in love with her during these years with his humanity switch off, since the wiping of the memories??

Also, I feel bad for Rebekah, her anger at Elena is justified, especially now that she has given her a bit more insight on what she has been doing with Kol (this ain’t the whole truth tho, Rebekah you are not fooling us). Of course this doesn’t excuse any of her past and present behavior, and her withholding information about Jeremy to punish Elena when she was the one that brought up the subject is absolutely disgusting. What did surprise me though, is the fact that she agreed to sharing her with Stefan, especially since she declined to get with Elena if she was still in love with Klaus - she refused to share her affections with her brother. I wonder how she would react to having to share her with Klaus on top of that??? Only time will tell but I don’t know how I’ll manage to resist that long🫠🫠

Ok so in conclusion, this chapter solidified my theory that they’re all gonna end up in some sort of quadruple (I was trying to deny the polyamorous Elena Gilbert tag but oh well, as long as Klena is endgame, I’ll be ok). I’m also soooo excited about the witch drama that is approaching AHHH I CAN’T WAIT

Such a brilliant chapter, I’m so grateful you updated and shared it with us, I hope you’re feeling better because you deserve the best❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Literally I felt like I was holding my mind together with both hands writing this. This entire sequence has been in my brain for yearssssss and actually getting to the part where Stefan has to face the consequences of the past few years, and he and Elena have that encounter in his old apartment, and Rebekah repeats Elena's line?!?!?!!? Actually surreal for me.

Anyway on to more serious matters.

You bring up a really serious question about consent, especially how it pertains to Klaus.

I think Klaus's relationship with Stefan-- throughout-- is basically all under dubious consent.

I still think that the most enlightening conversation about this is way back in chapter 12, when Elena first learns that Stefan is sleeping with Klaus:

“Do you have feelings for him too, then?” It’s not quite what she wants to say. She wants to say, Do you love him? How many people must I share you with? “It’s not romantic. Not like it is between Bex and me.” Not like it is between Bex and me. It’s a better and worse answer than she had been hoping for. “What is it then, just physical?” She pauses. “Is it consensual?” Is he using you? Is he using you because of me?  “As consensual as anything with Klaus ever is. And no, it’s not just physical. It’s just not about romance, per se.” When she offers him a blank look, he elaborates. “Klaus likes to be in control. He’s possessive of those he’s close to, and he expresses that physically. He sees me as his brother, someone he wants to be very close to.”

It's a vague answer, because Stefan understands that he is stuck in Klaus's circle whether he wants to be or not-- he can't just walk away-- but at the same time, he's not saying no. In fact, he is often saying an enthusiastic yes, which he affirms in the same exchange.

Elena presses her fingers to her temples. And then, because she cannot help herself, and because her dream was so vivid, she asks, “Do you like having sex with him?” “When he’s in a good mood.”

So, I don't really think of it as Klaus raping Stefan this entire fic--but I do think the ethics are extremely fucked up. Like, even if Stefan enjoys having sex with Klaus, it's still waaayyyyy fucked that Stefan cannot leave.

During the three days, Klaus was interested in having sex with Stefan, not in spite of Stefan's emotional suffering, but because of it. He was using Stefan as a stand-in for Elena and was ultimately not satisfied by the results, because Stefan isn't Elena. He can only be himself.

I think honestly Stefan was not in a good head space, but then, he was in a terrible head space when he slept with Elena, too. He wasn't telling Klaus no or even fending him off, more like... allowing himself to be coaxed into sex even while he wept over his past deeds because he needed any lifeline he could get, and Klaus understood this and manipulated the situation to his own ends.

This entire discussion gets into something I do feel about vampires, which is that it's preposterous to have characters who MURDER and TORTURE and EAT PEOPLE and to pretend that they would not be fine with/entertained by raping people. So honestly I just assume that these extremely evil beings are actually evil, and that even if they are not doing these things right now, on screen, or to Elena (arguable at best), it's still something they have all done. Hell, we saw it on screen with Damon and Caroline in season 1. I think the horror of the vampire as a supernatural being is how they devour people in every aspect-- they drain their blood, they drain them sexually (succubus and incubus, but also, compelled sex, sex as violence, etc), and they drain them psychologically (mind control is soooo fucked up). There's something about the undead having these horrifying unceasing appetites that definitely ramps it up.

As for Elena... yeah, I think it's interesting that she's not really trying all that hard to engage in a monogamous relationship. Like, I don't see her sweating too hard about the several times she and Klaus have made out in recent history. On the other hand, I also wonder if she would have done that/been tempted by that if she did not suspect Rebekah of cheating on her with Stefan (and isn't it terrible how no one will even give her the satisfaction of a straight answer on that?)

I think for Klaus it's going to be less him being upset that she slept with someone, and more the idea that, like he said, she is so loyal to Stefan in a way that she actually isn't to anyone else. Like, she will always be there for Stefan when push comes to shove. She straight up merked Klaus when he pushed and he shoved.

It's interesting that you interpreted the scene as Elena not actually wanting to have sex with him. I think Elena is profoundly confused about how she feels about Stefan. She is very clear in her mind that she still loves him, maybe even loves him most (in some ways), but she also thinks of Stefan as so far in the past romantically that what she has for him is something deeper than friendship instead. And yet. She's still attracted to Stefan. The sexual interest as well as the chemistry are still both there. That's part of why she was so eager when he kissed her back at that concert in New York, and would have gone a lot farther had Rebekah not interrupted them.

(I think she was able to romantically get over Stefan much better than Klaus because with Stefan, she was the one who broke it off, and the circumstances of their final break up in chapter 14 were less traumatic than with Klaus, who left her under the most devastating circumstances and completely denied her any chance of closure or catharsis; she has decided to move on from Klaus, but she's still in love with him and she knows it, she's just mega suppressing it because she knows that's a bad road for her to go down even in her own head)

In this instance, when she says a wire gets crossed, it's that she's giving Stefan a confession that she loves him so dearly, and he hears it as her saying she's in love with him, partially because he is in love with her and that is what he is primed to hear, partially because he knows they have a history, and doesn't know what, and it's a reasonable explanation from his standpoint.

But then she says maybe those wires are actually getting uncrossed. Because she realizes that maybe actually she's the confused one, because maybe she does still harbor romantic love for Stefan.

And part of that is that they have such a history together, and they never broke up because they weren't right for each other; they broke up because outside influences made their relationship impossible, and Elena got over her feelings for him well enough to live with that and be genuinely okay with that. But then, in this context, with his humanity on, and with so much emotional vulnerability, and finally no chance of being interrupted, it's like she's seventeen again; the full memory of her love with Stefan and the feelings she had for him come crashing back in full force, and she finds herself enthusiastically consenting to this for romantic reasons-- as well as the very real need to connect with him.

I think if she were just trying to save him with sex, she would have thought about Rebekah sooner. She would have felt guilty, because then this would have been a machination and not an honest exchange between them.

I didn't want to write this scene as being sexy though, because it wasn't about their lust-- it was about these two characters FINALLY reconnecting after years and years in the wilderness together, years and years of being kept apart and lonely.

As for when Stefan fell in love with her-- he fell in love with her rapidly over the course of the fall in New York, and continued even moreso at the chateau-- he was frightened and confused by the rapidity and strength of his love, which came out of nowhere to him-- although he didn't think he could act on it because, umm, Stefan is more than aware of how things stand in the family, and also, timing was never right, and he's a cynic and depressed etc. etc.-- and when Elijah revealed to him that actually he had this entire history with Elena, it was at once the answer to the question-- like, of course he loves Elena, he's loved her for years apparently-- and it also made him incredibly angry because obviously here is this huge way in which he has been manipulated in the most personal terms. He went after Bex in revenge, and he treated Elena terribly even though he also couldn't resist asking her more. And he also somewhere along the line just totally gave up. On himself, on the future. Let himself succumb to that final level of excess and violence within himself. But now, with his humanity on, under these circumstances... he's able to address Elena with honesty and sincerity-- things he wasn't capable of without his humanity.

Glad you have your eye on Bex. She's working hard on whatever it is she's working on, which is unfortunately to the detriment of her relationship (even though she is working hard for the sake of her relationship).

I think to Rebekah there is a HUGE difference between sharing with Klaus and sharing with Stefan. Klaus is the one who has dominated her and controlled her her entire life. He murdered all of her previous lovers except for Marcel, whom he turned and kind of snatched away from her, and Stefan, whom he only allowed because he was also interested in Stefan and forced himself into their romance. What Rebekah yearns for is love and for freedom from her brother's control, ESPECIALLY his control of her love life. Stefan meanwhile... she does love him, has lived long enough to know she might fall in love with him again. It's not how she loves Elena (right now; again, she loved Stefan pretty fiercely in the past), but she can get past that. And the other thing is, Stefan can never control her the way that Klaus does. She still gets to keep her agency in that relationship, and in fact is the one with the most power in that dynamic. And also, like I said, she is very busy, truly, and she's willing to go along with these things to keep the boat from rocking for the time being.

I think Rebekah would lose her everloving mind if she had to share Elena with Klaus. I really do. I think that would just be the final straw for her. Let alone if she discovered that Elena has been making out with Klaus off and on.

As for the last bit... like, I have a definitive plan for how this is going to go, but I don't want to give away the ending, so consider it 50/50 on whether Elena ends up in a quadrangle or just with Klaus. I have made it clear that Klena is either part of the endgame/the main overall focus, OR the sole endgame because this IS a klena fic, and I wanted everyone who has been reading since the beginning when it was more clearly Klena to be assured that that was still the plan. The polyamory tag stands because Elena has spent this whole fic in love with multiple people. She was in love with Stefan when this fic started, but had a weird thing building with Klaus. She went to New Orleans and fell in love with Klaus, only to come back, find out some horrifying things, and start up an affair with Tyler. But then Klaus comes back in her life and she's juggling both of them, trying to figure out the best way to break it off with Tyler because she's ready to pursue Klaus, and then BAM. And then she falls in love with Rebekah (while still in love with Klaus), makes out with Stefan, makes out with Klaus, sleeps with Stefan, is now in a three-person relationship quite unexpectedly... it's quite a lot!

Thank you so much for reading and for your comments and thoughtful questions! 💖

[thirstnotes]

| Rivals to Lovers - Clark Kent - Part Four - Jealous Clark |

pairings: Clark Kent x AFABPlusSizedBlackReader x a little bit of some Bruce Wayne

warnings: more rambling, more thirst, a little bit of awkward, sass, attempts at humor, typos, language, morally gray Clark, jealous Clark

If you don't like it, don't read it. But a quick second for those of you that have hung in there with me this far: I appreciate the love and comments. Seriously, I thought this was gonna be a simple and silly thank you fic for @ramp-it-up--dope writer btw, go check her out when you get the time--who answered my asks in perhaps the best way possible, but it's turned into a chaos series of rambling thoughts and awkward thirst and ngl it's really fun writing a problematic Clark with an equally problematic reader.

In short: I don't think I'm much of a writer, and I promise ya'll that's okay, but thank ya'll for reading and liking and reblogging my raggedy nonsense anyway

(Also I don't write nearly enough to tag people or to do a tag list, but I'll do it just this once bc I never got that kinda request before. Here you go, @glitterandgoldfinds 💖)

“I heard you and Y/N are dating?”

Clark smirked, dusting bagel crumbs off his shirt as he finished his breakfast. “Where’d you hear that?”

“I won’t even entertain the question.”

“Right. The award winning Lois Lane always has the story.”

There was a quiet pause on her end. It was a bit hard to discern as he tried to tune out the bustling sounds of the coffeehouse around him. From the sound of it, she was making coffee. He finally picked up on her laughter approaching the phone. “You should do my PR.”

“Busy, unfortunately. Gunning for your job, in fact.”

She laughed again. “I can tell. Anyway, Luke tells me you’re gonna try the cooking class too?”

“Yeah we are,” he said, now picking out an assorted mix of your favorite donuts. He heard a lower tone in the background and a light smack that had her giggling. He rolled his eyes.

“Oooh we? Sounds kinda serious,” she hummed, giving him an invitation to volunteer more information.

“No comment.”

He heard a male’s voice in the background again. Obviously Luke. It was too distorted to understand, but he was certain it was annoying.

“Hmm,” she purred, sounding like she was following up with a small sip, “Maybe I should pump Y/N for the details.”

She wasn’t joking. She was almost as relentless and nosy as you were to get the facts.

You could definitely hold your own, but he just didn’t need the headache.

He paid for the donuts with a light laugh. “We just got started, I wouldn’t call the reverend.”

“No, but it’s kinda a huge scoop. Maybe I should make this the next cover story,” she taunted saucily, making him laugh a little louder.

“Hilarious. You know, jealousy’s not a good look on you, Lo’,” he sassed back, checking the time. She snickered on the other end.

“Not jealous, just surprised. Y/N’s a pretty hard sell. How’d you land her?”

He left and casually held the door for an elderly couple, eyes on your building two stoplights down. “Just. Lucky, I guess.”

Lois hummed in agreement. “You do have a flair for luck that I’ll never understand.”

He laughed, dipping his head modestly and picking out a table to sit at in the outdoor dining area. You probably weren’t awake just yet, as evident by your phone going straight to voicemail, so he decided to give it 30 minutes or so. “I guess it’s a matter of perception.”

“Clark...Mmh…Clark…”

He paused. It was a whisper. Your fevered gasps that pierced his ears through all the clamoring of the waking city. It was a cry for him. Falling from your lips. It switched something on in him.

“Mmh…yes. Please…I deserve it,” you groaned through needy gasps. What the fuck were you doing to yourself that had you sounding like that?

A soft vibration accompanied you and his mind nearly shut off. You were thinking about him...while you were...Fuck.

“So anyway, see you in class?”

He blinked, his thoughts interrupted. Lois continued on the other end, completely oblivious to any of it. Something about Luke’s pictures or some shit. He didn’t really care. Which was truly a first. He took a small breath.

“Yeah. Sorry. Signal broke up,” he lied, trying to gather his thoughts, “Call you back.”

"Everything okay?" she asked, a little concerned at his detached tone.

He snapped out of it, eyes falling to the stoplight that changed to red.

He licked his dry lips. He did need to stop.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm just almost to her place."

"Ooooh, I see. Well don't let me hold you up."

He could've told her "It's not like that, I'm just bringing breakfast"

He could've worked it around to say "Nah, I like the company."

Anything that came out of his lips next would've been another step closer to stealing her away from her mediocre boyfriend

But instead

He exhaled a low, breathy laugh. "Thanks. Later."

He barely registered hanging up. You'd finished quickly, the soft puffs of your breath fading from his senses just as quickly as they came. That was a sucker punch to his health. He wondered if he could wager just a peek. Just one. Through a few thin walls.

He could just imagine you there, muscles still tense, gradually relaxing, honey-soaked thighs sliding down your sheets, your panties ruined--provided you were wearing any. He took a deep breath. Granted you were his girlfriend--fake or no--you were his friend first.

No peeking. Not yet anyway.

Your shower kicked on and he nearly audibly groaned. You were making it really hard to be a gentleman.

Impossible.

He let his morals slip a little as his view of your apartment faded to the interior, eyes curiously peering into your world. He'd never been up there before. Your decorations revealed a bit more to him than he knew. Your awards and achievements were framed above your work area. He’d recognized a good portion of them. From Fresh New Journalist, to Journalist of the year—two years in a row, around which were framed pictures of you with all the members of your team at some point or another.

It made him smile a bit when he saw that you actually saved the picture of the you and him after losing the office paintball game, both of you splattered with yellow. A color you sarcastically quipped complimented his eyes. His chest pounded when he thought about how cute you were, dusting paint out of his hair, standing on your tiptoes. Jokingly reminding him that it was his fault your position was given away because he was so damn tall. It made him laugh. You always made him laugh.

Shit.

Had it always been you?

No, he’d known Lois far longer, and was in love all the way. But somewhere along the line, you’d sneaked in and hit him with your jokes, your wit, your smile… Dammit Y/N.

Almost as if summoned, you emerged from your bathroom, wrapped in a towel and his eyes darkened a bit, sliding along your curves in the terrycloth.

He could feel his face heating up a bit; this was wrong. He knew that. But he was too curious to stop now. A bead of water caught his attention--a stray drop from your soaked curls that framed your pretty face as you rifled through your drawer. it ran down your chest in a jagged pattern before disappearing into the darkness of your cleavage.

This was so wrong.

You looked so content. So...satisfied. He felt his body tense when you loosened your towel, ready to drop it for the cute floral lingerie you'd pulled out. He swallowed heavily, his eyes dropping just as the towel fell from your chest.

He couldn't. You weren't his. Not yet anyway

Call him a bit of a sentimental sap, but he didn't wanna spoil the surprise.

He ran a hand over his face, glancing at his phone, trying to figure out how to proceed.

So eventually

There he was

Like a soothsaying sex goblin, he was standing in front of your building with donuts

You suddenly felt a wave of panic wash over you

Like if "I LOOK A MESS" was a feeling

Which. As far as you knew, it was, but you'd never say something so cliche aloud.

Besides, as far as effortlessly sexy went that morning, you were ahead of the game

Also you were too lazy to change. Clark was unexpectedly intruding into your space. He was just gonna have to deal

If you were petty, you'd admit that it was a great excuse to show him the ass he was missing out on bc the lounge shorts clinging to you right then were practically screaming "Lemme sit on that face for an hour or two"

But you weren't petty

"Oh wow, is this what they call a full service boyfriend?" you joked with a grateful hum, your interest fully directed at the donuts he'd brought.

Unfortunately, you missed the absolute shameless way homeboy took in your scent

Like he was smelling his favorite pastry

He couldn't understand it

He didn't wanna try

All he knew was that a new fixation was forming and unlike Lois, you were already half his

The sweet smell of something cinnamon-y wafted from you. Body wash or lotion or something. His eyes followed you as you strolled into your kitchen, and set the box down. Your hair was still a little damp, pulled back into a curly bun. Cute.

“Something like that. I thought I’d drive you to class to make up for last night."

“Oh yeah,” you remembered with a laugh, “Drunk texts? What were you up to last night?”

“It was a hell of a night, believe me,” he said, making his way to your sofa, seeming to want to leave it at that. As badly as you wanted to pry, you let it go.

“Well anyway, we don’t have class today.”

“Oh. Well what do you wanna do today?”

You gave him a strange look. “What? Offering to hang out with your fake girlfriend for the day? What happened to Take No Prisoners I’ll Take Your Girl Clark Kent?”

“He’s off for the day,” he said, rolling his eyes. He did that a lot with you. You laughed, successfully working his nerves.

“Damn. I was hoping to ask him for some pointers,” you said, sarcastically snapping your fingers. He eyed you as you moved past to clean your mess.

Damn you hit different in pajama shorts.

Focus, Clark. His eyes flickered to the television. Rather to the assorted bouquet on your television stand. It was rather extravagant, the stems and petals covering the edge of the screen obnoxiously. A gold card was in a black holder sticking out from it and he was curious about the sender.

“Pointers about?”

“I have an interview/dinner date with with Bruce Tall-Dark-and-Broody Wayne tonight and truth be known, my man’s kinda hot.”

If you only knew how broody he was, he thought to himself, feeling a familiar bit of nagging jealousy tugging at him. “He send the bouquet?”

“Yeah. Aren’t they gorgeous? Somehow he found out about my favorite flowers. The man’s mafia, I’m certain of it,” you joked, completely missing the pointed stare he was giving your flowers.

What do you know? Suddenly got an opening in my schedule.

How about dinner, 8:00 at La Mercerie?

It paid to have X-ray vision.

In this case, though, it left a bad taste in his mouth. You were going out on a date with Bruce Wayne. What the shit?

“What's the story?” he asked patiently, his eyes plastered on the tv now, not registering a single bit of what was showing onscreen.

“The 30th annual Wayne Concert Commemoration? It’s one of the other stories that I got bumped to cover since you scooped me on the whole Nightwing thing, remember?” you said, feigning a bitter tone that made him smile again.

“All that salt’s gonna raise your blood pressure.”

You looked pleasantly surprised at the clap back, whirling to face him with your hand—and a soapy spatula—on your hips. So fuckin cute. “Okay. Farmboy’s got jokes. I gotchu next time, though. This story’s gonna be great.”

“I dunno. A concert story doesn’t sound too exciting,” he continued, a small smirk twitching at his lips. In truth, his emotions were swirling. If he didn’t joke, he might’ve actually have tried to convince you not to go.

“I’ll think of something. So watch your ass Kent.”

"I will," he resigned with a small smirk.

He’d much rather watch yours, to be honest, admiring the light way it jiggled when you shifted your weight to your other leg, your focus back on the dishes.

Fuckin focus, Clark.

Bruce Wayne was dangerous. In more ways than one. The Dark Knight persona was, of course, but somehow Bruce himself was even more dangerous. Bruce Wayne was a handsome billionaire. A playboy. Plus, for all the good he’d done, he was still a marked man with a hell of a lot of enemies. Enemies that would hurt you to get to him. Even if you were just a fling.

Which you weren’t gonna be. Were you? One of his knuckles popped. How long had his fists been clenched? His mouth went a bit dry again.

“Do you have something to drink?” he asked suddenly and you looked at him blankly. What were you thinking about? He’d obviously snapped you out of some deep thought. You always had that look when someone interrupted your train of thought at work. You were also usually kind of grouchy when that happened, but you just gave him a lopsided smile. Which somehow made it worse. Your good mood was beginning to bug him.

“Oh! Yeah! Sorry. Help yourself,” you said, nodding to the fridge. He tentatively did as he was told, spotting some sodas in the door and deciding to grab one. He needed a drink. Ideally one with a sting stronger than a Dr. pepper, but he’d just have to take the L. It wasn’t like he could get drunk anyway.

“I was just thinking,” you said, drying your hands on your towel.

Oh fuckin finally

He needed wanted to know what was swimming through that devious mind of yours

“We can go wander around the park a bit if you want. It’s right next to the shopping center, so I can pick up a cute outfit while I’m there. You know, multitask.”

“Works for me,” he said, pretending the soda is what gave him such a stale tone.

“Sweet, lemme go get dressed,” you said with a pleasant smile. He couldn’t lie, the sudden image of you slipping out of those clothes did flash across his mind multiple times that morning, and he wanted nothing more than to tell you to forget Wayne and stay in all night with your boyfriend.

Which he wasn’t

Not for real

But he was most certainly on your mind

He knew that much

It wasn't Bruce's name coming from your mouth

Yet...

(Part 5)

(Part 3)

[kamomie]

Frequent q!Foolish defense statements and my response(long read btw):

Why are people calling q!Foolish a traitor over one lie? And why are people treating him so harshly and hating on him, in comparison to others?

I don't know why q!Foolish defenders are so adamant about that one lie, when it's clear that it's just one part of the whole issue. Arresting his friends, believing the federation over his friends, not caring all too much about what will happen to his friends, then his lie, him being purposefully deceitful when people ask him questions about what is going on. Him choosing to continue his federation work and deciding to be quiet about it. All of that adds up, all of that is the reason people consider him a traitor.

I haven’t seen anybody actually hate on q!Foolish, I’ve seen him get criticized and people(me) hoping he gets a rude awakening? Which is fair to me.

Anyway, people weren’t nicer to q!Cellbit? I know I heavily criticized q!Cellbit on twitter lmao, it first occurred to me on day 2 of him working for the federation that it could be a double game. People might be slightly harsher on q!Foolish because he’s doing this for selfish reasons, which is fine, when you don’t also harm your friends, which he did.

This is also why people are being more lenient on q!Fit, because people are waiting to see if his infiltration will help, but I, like many others, did think it was shitty of q!Fit to withhold information about q!Tazercraft from q!Forever. But mostly q!Fit is transparent about his work in the federation.

I believe people were nicer towards q!Jaiden because when she was contacted by Cucurucho, she didn’t know about q!Cellbit and q!Felps kidnapping and therefore did not know just how bad the federation is/is perceived.

Also to make it clear, no one is saying q!Foolish has done something unforgivable or unredeemable, but he deserves to face the consequences for his actions.

They didn’t take him seriously, so he felt like he had to lie! What else could he do?

I’m confused, did we watch the same thing? They very much did take him seriously, they started asking questions and when q!foolish started his empty talking, they started questioning if he was lying and asked if he did it for a cloud? No where in this situation were they not taking him seriously? Was the interrogation not a major indicator that they took it very seriously? He went into this situation already having decided to not share information and was deceitful from the beginning. Also, his lie came later when he was talking to q!Jaiden, who very much took him seriously…

Q!Foolish was always pro-federation!

Yup, but because there was trust between them, they let q!Foolish have his fun. This is also why it’s gonna be detrimental when some of them learn he was being deceitful, and he lied. Q!Foolish joining the federation would’ve been mostly fine, if he was transparent and shared information.

Q!Bad believes that q!Foolish is essentially used as a federation scapegoat and is therefore treating him much the same as before, but the trust between them has definitely taken a bit of a hit.

Poor q!Foolish, he's always been so kind and patient, even when others were killing him and bothering him. He deserves a villain arc, and to say fuck them all.

LMAO. Yes q!Foolish is a patient person, I agree, and he certainly has been very kind to others, though kind would not be the first word I'd use to describe him.

q!Foolish is an instigator. Almost all the time he's being hit or killed it's because he's actively hoping for that sort of reaction. The most prevalent example is his relationship with Dapper. q!Foolish will antagonize Dapper, and then Dapper will retaliate. It's all in good fun. It's not serious. The same with q!Bad, who is the person I know people are actually wanting to criticize when talking about this specific point. All it tells me is that you don’t understand their friendship and that you don’t understand q!Bad nor q!Foolish. Yeah, q!Bad will invite q!Foolish to a dungeon as a meat shield, but in reality, who actually tanks? Q!Bad. And that is just one example.

And if you truly believe he needs a villain arc and needs to fuck everybody over, then stop defending him and making excuses for him? It's so weak.

And a small snippet from my overview of q!Foolish in general, as it relates :)

One of the things I’ve noticed is q!Foolish is a person who rarely thinks about the possible consequences of his actions and words. This is why I hope he gets forced to face the consequences for the betrayal. I so badly want to see him handle something where the harm happened to other people and not to himself, because he can easily brush off the consequences that harmed himself, but it might surprise him that he can’t brush off the hurt he caused q!Tazercraft.

[bishicat]

I am curious...👀

What are your Lavellan's views on Solas beginning of their relationship and the final end to the redemption arc in Veil Guard? Love your art btw❤

Hi!!! omg thank you for the question, and people like you make posting art worth it! This is gonna be a long rambling answer so I'll tuck it under the cut. ❤

BEGINNING:

When I think of Emrys and Solas' relationship at the start of Inquisition (like Haven times), her view of him started off pretty neutrally. She saw him as an equal in intellect and magic know-how, and it comforted her to know that she wasn't the only elf in the party. I can imagine her developing a bit of a crush during their discussions about history, magic, or the Fade, but she kept her feelings on a short leash. His opinions about the Dalish made her more reserved about her own feelings, as she wanted someone who would accept all of her, rather than just the parts he liked. I think she saw through his harmless old man persona quite early, even if only in the sense that he was hiding something that he wasn't comfortable sharing. She liked the parts that he thought no one could see, like his quiet kindness. They would clash a few times (both being prideful), and after their intense debates, she would think they were finally going to do something about this weird energy, but he would just walk away. So in short, their dynamic was "nerds arguing but with sexual tension".

SKYHOLD:

This is where whatever icy barriers they had against each other melted and became real love :'). Though aware that he's still holding her at arm's length, she thought their love would get through whatever came their way. I think they have a lot of conversations about this subject, but he always finds some way to steer the conversation elsewhere.

I think she was caught completely unaware when he ended things at Crestwood. She was mad, confused, heartbroken, literally everything and more. The dialogue option "Tell me I was some casual dalliance..." gets me every single time!!!! It's the perfect mix between hurt and anger, and it fits Emrys' character SO well. After the break up, she tries to be professional (AKA too stoic & serious around him) but her inner circle (and Solas) can see how much she's imploding inside. She still works with him as a colleague but she can't stand looking at him without feeling like there's a gaping hole in her chest.

TRESPASSER - VEILGUARD:

After two years, the gaping hole heals into an ugly, knotted scar. When she hears the rumour that Solas is around, it feels bittersweet, cause how can you get over a relationship that ended like that? When she learns he's Fen'harel, it puts a lot of things into perspective. She feels toyed with, she hates him, but she still loves him. Like... two years of "healing" is undone with a short meeting, and a part of her will always wonder what could have been if he just talked to her about it. In the end I chose the "I will redeem you!" ending.

Honestly, I imagine that a lot of solavellan post-romance is just a lot of healing and breaking on both ends (Solas and Emrys). With every new piece of information they learn, their hearts need to learn how to mend all over again. And I'm not saying that Emrys is going to be a husk in all those years between DAI and DATV, but a part of her will feel rubbed raw during that time. It's hard to say right now but I picture her on a relentless search for the Dread Wolf, always inquisitive. As for Veilguard, I can see Emrys as bone-tired when she finally catches up to him. I'd like to imagine a sad embrace between the two, some tears, but a terse meeting is just as likely. Between the two of them, there's gonna be a lot of quiet yearning and sadness, and maybe even a small bit of hope? She'd still love him and we all know/like to think that Solas is still so down bad, but they'd put duty over talking about their feelings for now. I think when they finally have a truly private moment, they make up somehow. I truly hope they have some kind of happy ending, whatever it may be!

[t0rturedangel]

lanyon with someone who's from the future and deliberately traveled to past claiming that their gadgets are from magic just to piss him off? afaik in the novel he doesn't support supernaturalism and jekyll's balderdash so the intereaction would be funny lmfao (could be platonic or romantic depends on you)

take care!

-🦋 anon

𝟎𝟎𝟏. 𝘍𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 '𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤'

⠀⠀⠀: ᯓ 𝟎𝟎𝟐.⠀ LANYON X READER

› 〉 𝟎𝟎𝟑. SYNOPSIS, Lanyon just doesn't believe in magic and you're not making it any easier

› 〉 𝟎𝟎𝟒. WARNINGS, none apart from maybe out of character historically wise.

› 〉 𝟎𝟎𝟓. AUTHOR'S NOTES, I'm happy to do another Jekyll and Hyde request!! :) I may have went overboard.

「 ★ 」 ⠀・At first Lanyon is gonna be very skeptical of you, I mean you're this random person (dressed in some really weird clothes btw) preaching to him about how you're 'magical', it's slightly insulting to him.

⠀「 ★ 」 ⠀・He questions you a lot, mostly the basic ones like "who are you?" and "where did you come from?" and of course, the classic "what do you want from me?" I mean lets be serious it is slightly tiring because he keeps repeating himself.

You sighed, clearly annoyed- Lanyon kept asking you the same damn questions and it was eating away at your brain, who knew someone like this would be so irritating to be around? You sure as hell didnt. "Lanyon, Lanyon- please just stop, I already told you I'm NOT an alien, or some freaky monster that's gonna come after you... jesus" "I don't believe you" you deadpanned, wow- how the actual fuck does this guy have friends "Well then why do you keep asking me these dumb ass questions?" you retorted, leaning back on your chair, blowing a rasberry to the cieling of his room.

"Well pardon me for questioning the person who just broke into my home, you should feel lucky I havent even informed the authorities." his comment made you laugh, did everyone in this time period seriously talked like this? It sounds stupid, like no one from your time line ever speaks like this, no one calls the feds the 'authorities' unless they're older than 60. Your laughing seemed to make him extremely upset, though it wasnt like he could do anything he tried when you arrived: he tried to shoot you out of terror but the moment the bullet came closer to you it disintigrated. "Don't laugh at me." "My deepest apologies my dearest gentleman!"

「 ★ 」 ⠀・Thats pretty much how your 'friendship' started, and from then on you wouldn't leave him alone, always talking about how magical you are and use your devices to annoy Lanyon. Whenever you two are alone he tries to study you to see if you're lying or telling the truth

「 ★ 」 ⠀・Since you're always around him you've got to meet his friends; Utterson and Jekyll, who liked you (but thats only because you didn't act the same as you did to Lanyon). Jekyll esspecially found you interesting but you avoided him- after all you know his secret and dont really wanna get involved with stuff like that PLUSSS you gotta keep Lanyon company.

「 ★ 」 ⠀・speaking of, whenever you're around Lanyon you use a phone, which freaks him tf out because what the hell do you mean you can text people in RUSSIA within seconds? That's impossible.... to him.

"[name]?" you heard the voice of lanyon call out to you, in turn you lifted your head and met his eyes "Yeah?" "What is that?" he pointed to your phone "It's my phone?" ... "what is a phone?"

Yeah you loved explaining a phone to him, watching his eyes buldge out of his skull as you kept talking about the internet and what Wi-fi is. Then everyday, when you two would have a chance to talk you'd show him other devices you owned, to which he'd allways call you a 'witch', whether it was a joke or not you really didn't care.

「 ★ 」 ⠀・When Lanyon found out about Hyde and Jekyll being the same person you were there, making sure to keep him as sane as possible and safe in case Hyde or Jekyll tried anything- after all you and him grew closer over the months you were with him. You did also video everything with a secret camera just incase of anything.

「 ★ 」 ⠀・You expected him to not get as sick as he did originally because you were there and shocked him but unfortunately you couldnt stop it. He was going to end up dying, and in a sad way you blamed yourself; you did force the plot forward.

"[name] I dont need you here okay? I'll be okay, my servants will take care of me" "Bullshit! they don't know anything about medication or taking care of someone" You agrued with Lanyon, staring at him solemly- he was dying and you could tell, you've seen people die like everyday (while you did glorify the future world to Lanyon it was all just you projecting, your timeline is just as bad as the medieval one). "I still have a bunch of stuff I can try to use" You rummaged through your bag after calming down, not daring to look at your friend's sad expression, it would make you emtotional too.

"If nothing can help me from your items, let alone mine, then I'm not worth it... I just still cannot wrap my head around everything." "Then dont, it will only make you worse Lan" You finally had the mental strength to look at him, seeing his pale and tired face made your heart ache, maybe if you never came he's be okay?. no of course he wouldn't be, he'd still die except it would be alone. You just thought that with your arrival and your tech you would be able to at least numb his reaction a bit but I guess seeing a murderer transform into one of your old friends would cause everyone to live in shock, or maybe not. "[Name] listen, promise me, that if I die... which I will, will you keep Utterson company? I fear at the thought of him.... or you being alone after my death"

When did he become so fucking sentimental? with a sad chuckle you responded "I thought you hated me? becuase I'm magical?" "No, I mean, I still find your antics slightly frustating but nothing can be done now. Just please promise me" "okay... fine Lanyon, I promise" ... it took him a while to answer you but he did "Thank you [name], not for just that but for being around me? I suppose your company brought me some sense of joy....." "Thank you too Lan"

「 ★ 」 ⠀・It did break your heart to see Lanyon die, but you had a promise to fufill, and that you did. You kept Utterson company until the day he found about everything too and eventually accepted everything. Even though he gave you chacne to leave him alone you didn't, afterall you had made a promise to Lanyon. What kind of a friend would you be if you didn't keep your promise? a terrible one.

「 ★ 」 ⠀・You justed hoped that Lanyon was at peace.

[dramarising-replacement]

Free art threads.

Made a couple of these in the past, and I'm actually considering just.. not doing them on this site anymore? I actually think I'd be better off doing free art for people on Toyhou.se instead.

Cue the rant.

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So I'm sure some of y'all are familiar with the "Creative Corner" in the forums, yeah? You can share random art you've made, ask people how much they'd pay for your art, that sort of thing. Then, you got the free art threads. They can be titled things like "Drawing ur dragons :33" and "bored, draw humans. bye." and you'll also see the same couple users posting in those threads, but I'm not here to name-drop lol.

The ones who I have a problem with are the ones who don't read anything. Like, at all. You could spend thirty minutes crafting a decent looking thread, filled with information (but not TOO much, just enough to answer most people's questions) and highlight the "rules" part of your thread that has specific steps to follow for free art. Wanna know what the majority of the commentors on your thread are gonna do?

"[Insert dragon image] Pls draw :)" or "[Link to a page with over 60+ dragons] choose whatever one you want.]" and that's about it. There won't be any mention of any steps you wanted them to follow, (The steps are usually very simple, too. As in, let the artist know the bare minimum idea of what you want. I'm talking about expressions here. That's literally all they'd have to do to get some scrumptious free art.) and that feels kinda invalidating, y'know?

I'm not asking the commentors to describe a whole scene for me, I'm just asking them to give me ONE LITTLE IDEA (again, an expression or maybe if they want a bust) and I'll do the rest for them, free of charge. The art that they'd be getting isn't some random disaster of a sketch, nono, it's fully-colored and shaded. It also doesn't look like something that a 5 year old drew. (No shade to people who draw like that, I was stuck like that for years.) Bro, just do a MINIMAL amount of reading and I'll draw your dragon that has an absurd amount of apparel to tje point where it hurts my eyes.

..It doesn't just stop there, either. I've also seen these people never reply to artists who have given them an absolute masterpiece of a drawing, for free. Bro. You serious? I get that some people are inactive, which I'm not bothered by. But the ones who aren't? ...Ehh, I just think you could at least thank the artist before returning to the void with your free art.

The moral of the story is; Do the bare minimum and read what matters in a post, and thank the artists who draw your dragons for free. Especially the ones who could've easily charged you 1kg+ for the work they've done.

If you're socially awkward, then cool. I get that. If you can't afford to pay artists with fictional pixel money, then go ahead and visit the free art threads. I'm not trying to gate-keep them, I literally make these threads. I just don't enjoy having people put zero effort in their requests and then never acknowledge the fact that I drew their dragon for them. Just my thoughts, everyone views things differently and that's okay!

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Btw, I mentioned Toyhou.se because I've posted on both before, and while there are SOME similarities in the users' behavior, there's also some notable differences, too.

Common flight rising free art thread comment: [doesnt read text and adds dragon image] thanks if you draw.

Common Toyhou.se free art thread comment: [links a character, goes into a VERY in-depth explanation about how said character acts, very passionate too. Usually reads rules, too.] Thanks if you draw. (gotta stay consistent lol)

Obviously there are some differences in the sites which affect how the users act, I get that. One's a literal dragon collecting game and the other one's focused on writing and drawing characters, it's expected that one would read more than the other.

...But again, free art. Not paid, but free. Someone takes time out of their day to draw your dragon. Just give them a simple "thanks" and go on your merry way. That's all you gotta do. Lets them know their effort was appreciated, and shows that you're a nice person. Win-win.

Please man, just read. Did I mention that these threads usually have a maximum of 100 words? I don't usually type this much. But damn, this just irritated me so much.

Well, that's the end of this rant. Like I said, a few people are obviously going to disagree with some/maybe everything I've said, and that's life. This was a disorganized rant, and that's all it's going to be.

[hunted-moth]

Forest Of Dreams PT5: New Friends

Neytiri x FemReader

Wordcount // 3k

Summary // When Jake is caught giving information to Quaritch, it results in them relocating

Warning // Language, seeds of betrayal, smoking, but mostly just fluff

A/N //This is just y/n getting herself familiar with Home Tree and stuff idk it's short btw

Speaking Na’vi

‘Thoughts’

*whispering*

*mini time skip, like a small location change

“She said there's like a spiral in the center of the tree, adding a base support, so if you want to hit it you're gonna need heavy-duty stuff” Jake tried to describe what you told him the best he could “Umm she also said that there was also like base columns, a few in fact and that they build upon it to so its probably more enforced to” he added more to the description

“Hmm, we’ll need accurate scans of it, talk to your sister about getting some” Quaritch stated. these little meeting has been going on for about a week, ever since you got back from your first expedition, it's how Selfridge found out in fact.

Of course, Jake thought it was for the greater good anyway. Didn't affect him at all so why care, plus he could get money out of this, to support him and you when you get back home, he could help with any debts you have and get his legs back as per his, and Quaritch's agreement.

“And that's all I got for you Sir” Jake turned his body to face his superior “That’ll do son, thank you. Take care now tell your sister to stay safe out there” Jake went to back out from the conversation as the meeting went onto a different subject

But throughout this interaction, they didn't see that someone was listening in on them. Before they could notice, they were gone

As Jake was leaving Quaritch stopped him “Oh and Jake, dont be afraid to snoop in her diaries log things, to get as much information as possible, in fact just send them to me” Quaritch placed his hand on his shoulder before letting him go

*

“Umm Grace, I've got some news for you” Grace looked up from her desk “You're not gonna like it though” She looked at him confused “Did someone die?” Max’s face grimaced at the response

“No, but your gonna want him dead,” Grace put her papers down, giving her full attention to Max “I just saw Jake and Quaritch talking, about home tree” If looks could kill Max would be at the crematorium by now “now let's think about this, if we get rid of Jake Y/n might get mad and drop the whole thing and go back to being a normal geologist” ”

Grace seemed to think about it for a second, then sighed “Then what do we do?” she began to light a cigarette from the sudden stress “Let's go off base, take away Jake's direct line to Y/n” She took her first puff

“Well what if they do video calls” she countered “Just take Jake with you where ever you go, you could still use him as a security escort on your expeditions” She took a long drag of her cigarette, before exhaling it “Hmm you make a good point Max, but where should we go is the question” max seemed to think for a moment “what about site 26, dont think it's in use right now”

She nodded her head “Yeah that’ll do, go and fetch the trio, I'm sure Norm will be excited” Grace grinned a little

*

As you and Jake walked into the lab with some clothes packed, you could see some lab techs pack stuff like supplies and food.

“So where are we going,” Jake asked “Getting out of heck out of dodge, not about to let Selfridge and Quaritch micro-manage us” When Grace mentioned Selfriged you looked around out of guilt, as did Jake but you didn't notice it

“There's a mobile link up at site 26 we can work out of, way up in the mountains” She walked away to pack some other thing, Norm popped his head up when he heard the news, you can't blame him though, cause you were excited to.

“The Hallelujah mountains?” he walked over to her “That’s right,” he turned to you both “Are you serious!” you asked Grace with eyes so full of excitement “Yep” it was a simple word but it brought joy to you and Norms little life

Jake looked confused and looked to Norm and you for answers “The legendary floating mountains of pandora, how have you not heard of them?” you rolled your eyes “Tits as he says, floating mountains caused by the UBH-310, unobtanium, natural magnetic forces”

you explained “And guess which profession figured that out, that's right geologist!” you had a stupid smirk on your face while you pointed to your self “You act as if you discovered it” Grace butted in your conversation “Can I not feel a little pride for my profession” you sulked at her comment, it made Jake smirk though enjoying your little act as you all walked away to head out

[LOCATION- FLOATING MOUNTAINS/SITE 26]

The Sampson flew over the Pandora forest, but instead of trying to get down there, Trudy flew you all upwards. Grace, Jake, and Norm's avatars were in the main body while the rest of you were in the cab, Norm next to Trudy this time

“Were getting close” Grace told the three of you “Yeah my instruments are going crazy” she pointed to the dials and stabilizer of the Sampson which were, in fact, going crazy “Yep, we're in the flux vortex now kiddos” You looked out a window to see nothing but clouds “yep, were VFR from now on”

Norm looked at her “whats VFR?” she cracked a smile “means gotta see where your going” Norm looked confused “Can't see anything” “Ain’t that a bitch”, he was right, all you could see were more clouds, thicker and denser than before, they were like a storm cloud

But the more you flew into the clouds, the more you could see the floating mountains. Your mouth was agape, you had seen photos, even videos, but to see it in real life, it's indescribably beautiful.

“Ha, you should see your faces”

In the distance, you could see the site. There were two cabin-like structures that were connected by a bridge. after the Sampson landed you helped Jake get out of the aircraft. “You want me to carry you” you smirked, you thought he would decline the offer due to his pride

“Yeah go ahead,” he said with a smirk on his face, so you lifted him over your shoulder, you stumbled a bit but gained your balanced once again and walked to the cabin with both your bags on your other shoulder. Norm was nice enough to grab his wheelchair and hurried to get in front to ready his chair

While Grace was inside, Norm helped set up Jake's chair, you plopped him in it. He was the first to go through the airlock door, then you, Norm, and finally Trudy. As you all gathered around Grace came back “Welcome to camp”

Trudy put her stuff down before grabbing something from the fridge. You saw some photos on it, you saw Grace and other na’vi children you assumed it was her students, two of which you recognized, the girl who hung around you and-

“Neytiri?” you looked closer at the photos with her in them, “Oh, your girlfriend” You rolled your eyes and grabbed a photo of her and of another girl, they were holding each other like they knew one another deeply.

“Hey Grace, was Neytiri a student of yours right?”, she looked up at you and noticed you and Jake staring at the photos “Yes, she was my brightest student, took to it like breathing” you continuity looking at the photo, “who's this girl?” Grace looked sad for a moment “That's her older sister” You looked up at her “I didn't know she had a sister, where is she?” Grace looked at Jake for a split second, “why don’t you ask her yourself” She walked off to her bed after that, she looked upset

You looked back at the photo one last time before putting it back.

Grace had a bed to herself while you and Trudy shared a bunk, the same case with Jake and Norm.

Grace leads the three of you to the back. “Ok Y/n, you’ll be on the left at the end, unit one or as I like to call it, Beulah, she's the least glitchy. Jake, you’ll be in the one on the right next to her, you'll use it when Norm and I go out for samples, Norm-” She turned her direction to Norm as she explained their pod situation

You turned to Jake, “You know how to work these? Told Neytiri id to be late today, though dont know if she gonna wait this long haha”

[LOCATION- HOMETREE]

You awoke in the hammock again, you looked around to see no one around you, which was expected as it was about midday when your avatar woke up. You ventured down to the base where the other clan members were to find Neytiri.

As you walked you felt a tug on your tail, you looked over to see a girl, the same girl who always came up to you, god you had to learn her name! “Hey kid, ya need something?” you turned around and started walking backward slowly

“No, well yes, I came to give you this dream walker” She gave you what you assumed was an armband. It was very simple, as it was just woven with some leather and beads, but still very pretty “It so you dont look so bland, dream walker”

“Oh wow, you made this”, she looked at you and shrugged her shoulders “Yes, is it bad?” her shoulders were tense “What! no, I love it! It's very pretty!” She smiled up at you. She was about to say something else when she was interrupted by someone “Sälau” you knew that voice and you didn't like that voice

“Hello Tsu’tey, nice bumping into ya” You turned around to face him “It is not nice” he snarled then he noticed the girl “Sälau, where have you been? I’ve been looking for you, you're late for lessons” she looked down and kicked the dirt “sorry Tsu’tey, it's just that Dream walker took so long waking up, and I had something to give her” she argued back at him

you got the low down of the conversation but still couldn't fully grasp it. But you saw Neytiri walking towards you and proceeded to exit and conversation “Ahh Neytiri, just the girl I was looking for” walked towards her with outstretched arms

“Look sorry I was late, we had to do some sky people stuff that involved me being there” you tried to explain your self “It is fine, just try not to be late again” you nodded “So what's on the agenda today”

“Follow me” She waked around Tsu’tey and Sälau back to the spiral. “Bye kid see ya later” You ruffled her hair on your way passed her, she giggled at the contact while Tsu’tey rolled his eyes walking away.

*

You were leaping from branch to branch while going up the spiral to what you assumed was the top of home tree. As you got there you looked down to see the beautiful landscape below you, “*Woah*, hey Neytiri why are-” Instead of finishing your question, your ears tuned in on the rustles in the leaves and different screeches

You looked to Neytiri, seeing her make some calls as the rustling got louder and closer. You could see what looked like wings and tails moving around in the branches. You looked closer when all of a sudden something came flying out

You freaked out and moved back falling on your ass while Neytiri looked calm when the creature landed, it looked towards you, it had a piercing gaze. Its colors were beautiful greens and yellows “Holy hell-” “dont look in her eye, she will become aggressive” It was like she could feel that you were focusing on the banshee

While your eyes were closed, you could hear the banshee chirp at Neytiri, opening your eyes you could see the banshee eat a piece of meat “Ikran is not horse, once Tsaheylu is made” she held her queue to the ikran making Tsaheylu with her “ikran will only fly with one hunter in the whole life” she went around it and mounted her ikran

“Oh so like a pet, it stays with you” You looked up at her from below “Till the end huh?” her ikran let out a mighty screech “Yes, like pet” She gave hers a pet before resuming the lesson “To become taronyu, hunter, you must choose ikran, and he must choose you “alright, when do I choose?”

“When you are ready” she let out a command and she and Ikran dived down into the sky. You watch as they descended, they looked Graceful, almost like a butterfly, just following the wind where ever it took them.

[LOCATION- HOME TREE MEAL]

You and Neytiri sat down for lunch, today was fruit and some meat on a stick. You almost felt guilty eating the meat as it was a Tapirus a cute animal you would see roaming around the village, but damn was it good, it tasted like a pig to you

As you and Neytiri were reviewing what you were learning you felt a tap on your shoulder, you looked to see that girl from before “Can I sit with you two?” her English was a little stiff but still understandable

“Yes, you may sit” Your Na’vi was also stiff and very basic, You moved to make more room for her “Thank you, dream walker” She smiled and sat to your left “I have a name, not Dreamwalker” She looked up “Yes, I too have a name, it's not ‘kid’ ” she looked forward and began to eat her food

You looked to Neytiri, who shrugged her shoulders, you went back to English so you could greet yourself properly “Well, what is it? My name Y/n, Y/n sully” She looked up before answering “My name is Sälau te Voik Erok’ite, it is nice to meet you!” she looked to you to see if she said the introduction right

You smiled down at her, “Well it's nice to meet you Sälau” She smiled back and continued eating. “So how did training with Tsu’tey go Sälau?” she stopped to think “It went fine, we worked on my shooting”, “oh so your training to be a hunter too huh, I bet that's fun”

She looked down, lowering her food a bit “Yes it is fun, but also, umm” she tried to find the word for it “Boring?” she perked up “Yes! Very boring, I’d want to weave more than hunt”, you looked intrigued “you like weaving huh?”

“Yes I like it very much, Grace even taught me the Earth way!” she held up her wrist to show you a bright green and purple woven bracelet “me and my friend having same bracelets, but he has an armband one”

When she said that she seemed to remember something and gasped “YOU NEVER PLAYED WITH US!” you looked at her confused, her yelling seemed to get Neytiris attention as well, “You said you would play with us but you never did! After we eat we play!” you looked to Neytir to see if she was fine with it, she nodded her head

“Sure kid, what do you want to play?” you took the last bite of your meat “I want to play an earth game!” she looked up at you with excitement “Hmm,” you thought “how about hid and seek” “no, I already know that one, I good at it anyway” she waved you off

‘hmm common Y/n! Think what games could you play you berated yourself, till an idea came to your mind, “How about hopscotch? Ever play that?”, she looked at you confused “hop-scoot?” she butcher the word a little bit “Yeah hopscotch, it's a fun game I used to play as a kid”

“Ok, we play hopscotch after lunch when you are done” You looked to see that you were practically done “Well it looks like we're just waiting on you kid” She looked to see she barely touched her food while you were done “What no way” and she started eating faster while practically scarfing it down like a wolf

*

You and Sälau went over to an open area, you grabbed a stick to make the hopscotch grid, then grabbed a small rock, and presented yourself to them

“Ok so, how you play is that you throw this rock into a box” you acted out the instruction, it landing on two “and you go through the entire course however many times the rock lands” You hooped through it, but your foot landed on the line near six

“But if you land on a line or your other foot touches the ground, your out, and the next person has to go” You looked to Neytiri and Sälau to see if they understood “You guys can read numbers right?” you didn't even think to make sure the knew

“We do, just a bit tricky” Neytiri answered, both she and Sälau were Graces' best students “Yes, I loved counting” Sälau shot her hand up, “I want to go first!” she ran to the course, grabbed the rock, and threw it, it landed on three

“Remember, dont let your other foot touch the ground and go through it three times” She nods her head and started to hop, she did well till she got to six on her second run. She leaned her body forward too much and fell over scraping her chin

“Haha, you ok kid?” she popped up “Yes I'm fine!” she grinned, dirt staining her face “But I lost” She looked down with a pout “its ok kid, you'll get it next time,” you looked to Neytiri, “so I guess that means it's your turn”

She looked at you with wide eyes “What? I never agreed to this” you smirked “Oh common, it'll be fun, you not about the wimp out on us now are ya?” you threw your arm around her shoulder, and Sälau pipped up “Yeah Neytiri, join us PLEASE” she grabbed her hand hanging off of it

were you two peer pressuring the chief's daughter, yes, yes you were. But you just wanted to have fun and you could tell she did too. She looked between the two of you, giving her your best puppy dog eyes. “Fine, I will play the sky baby game”, she bent down to grab the rock and threw it, it landed on eight, and you and Sälau high fived in victory, you had to show her how tho

Neytiri only got to five on her third try, and both you and Sälau sighed in her defeat “Is it your turn Y/n?” Sälau looked up at you “Hmm, I guess it is” You took the rock from Neytiri and it landed on 5 this time. You hopped over it, you almost had a slip-up, to which you could hear Sälau pray for your downfall

But sadly her prayers were answered as you fell on your ass, you only got to four rounds before you lost your balance and fell backward, Sälau laughed while pointing at you, and Neytiri held her hand up to hide her amusement. You got off and went to hand the rock to Sälau before you heard yelling in the distance

“Sälau, where were you? We've been looking for you. Why didn't you eat with us? Come it is time for chores” an older male Navi came up to you three and went straight to Sälau “Sorry papa, I was just playing with Neytiri and the dream walker” the man tutted at the girl

“Come, your mother was very saddened you didn't eat with us” he held out his hand for her to grab “Why do you like this dream walker so much?” she shrugged her shoulders with a sad face “I dont know, I think she interesting, and she plays with us, the other older kids just shoo us away” she was playing with her tail at his point as they both walked away, you looked in between the two, you concluded that it was the girl's father by hearing the na’vi word for father

“Why dont you say goodbye to dream walker for today and get started on your chores” You understood the word ‘bye’, you were sad to know she had to leave, you could tell that she didn't like that, but she turned around to face you “I have to go, Y/n, I will see you tomorrow” you looked down at her “yeah, no worries ill play with you tomorrow, maybe you can bring your friends over to play to” she popped her head up and nodded

She turned to her father and took his hand again and off they went, you looked to Neytiri “So, what else are we doing today”

[LOCATION- SITE 26]

Your pod opened, and you were met with darkness and distant snoring you could recognize as Jake. when you walked through to the main common area you could see Grace working “So how was today?” your head looked to her, as you sat down after you got some dinner “Well, I played a game with a village kid I’ve kinda befriended, and Neytiri showed me her banshee. And also some language lessons as usual.”

you “She still swatting at you?” you chuckled a bit “Yeah, my avatar has a small bruise on her thigh” Grace laughed a bit before telling you to do a vlog and get to bed

*

You woke up earlier than normal and saw that Jake was up as well. You walked over to him with confusion on your face

“The hell you doing up so early?” he seemed to flench at your voice “Umm, co-couldn't sleep well last night” he had a quiver to his voice “You alright man? Ya look pale” You leaned over his chair to look at his face, he couldn't look you in the eyes, instead directing them to the window

“Yeah I'm fine, had a nightmare i guess” You looked concerned at those words “About what?” he finally looked you in your eyes “About losing you again, I dont know, just want to know how your doing in the village if you know what i mean” you looked at him with sympathy “no yeah I get a whatcha mean man, you know what I’ll see if I can get you three to visit, that be cool right?” again his eyes went to the window

“Yeah that be nice”

You got up and went to make breakfast so you could make you get there as soon as possible, For some reason feeling more ambitious today.

Next // PT 6 Dear Diary

Previous // PT 4 New Kid in Town

Taglist // @msboucles

// Masterlist //

A/N // man this is short and kinda shit in my opinion lol i dont like this chapter except for the hopscotch scene but overall this is a filler chapter with some important seeds planted. I'm really excited to write the next chapter cause after that Y/n gets her Ikran

Oh also if you want to be added to a tag list let me know I can totally make that happen :D

[indigopoptart]

How do you have time to do an entire chapter every week!?!?! I live in the void and I still don't have the ability to form that many related sentences into paragraphs into art?!?!?! Do you have a secret superpower you're hiding from us because you're going to use it to save the world from destruction?!?!!?

OHOHO! Hello there!

dude i get it so much. before stumbling upon Welcome Home i was in SERIOUS writers burnout but somehow seeing those silly little guys yoinked me out of that and now i am here!

this is gonna be a bit of a long-winded explanation, so i’ll provide it here under the cut!

when i had first started writing stamps, i had published three chapters back-to-back, writing one a day. which i know was because of my hyperfixation kicking into high gear and making my brain go go go! until i realized i was running low on Juice!

So that was when I had decided to start posting every sunday, that way i could take my time on producing things and build a buffer.

as of right now, i’m about a week ahead of what’s posted. that means that, i am currently working on chapter ten while chapter nine is being proofread and readied for publishing! having this sort of “buffer” allows me to feel less stressed about getting chapters done, which means i have the potential to write better!

ive always been a fast writer, even in my early days of starting out and even in my first and only other long fanfic (We Don’t Talk about That One!). but one thing i Majorly remember from that one is that i felt very stressed to get the next one out on time, to reach that word count minimum that i had set for myself. and im taking the time to make sure i dont do that with stamps. if a chapter must be 3,000 words, then it will be 3,000 words! if it must be 1,000, then it must be 1,000! Anything more or anything less will take away from that solid craftsmanship that me (and others) have been working on bringing to the table.

i know this answer may not Make Sense for your question, but i did want to explain my thought process behind it! the main things fueling my writing at the moment are my adhd and my asd. to be honest, without them, i never would have even started stamps! being neurodiverse is a Very wonderful Experience sometimes!

i write in the Notes app on my phone and ipad (evil, i know)! for some reason, doing so really helps me get the creative juices flowing. and it means i can work on it whenever! whether it be in the car on my phone, or in between classes on my ipad, or anywhere else, i write! and when i am Writers Blocked, i usually write on-stream with one of my buddies! body-doubling (even if not physically) really helps me focus.

but there we go! long winded explanation over! i hope you enjoyed this smidgen of information on my writing process!

btw, here is a link to STAMPS for those who are interested in reading!

[darkstarbureau]

i get LIVID over something again: the post (you know that i never put titles. im fucking MAD)

post tw: more than one suicide mention

hey man. hey. i dont like bitching about very importamt things to me very much but its one of those times. this may seem incoherent in some parts but im gonna roll with it anyways.

i swear to fucking god. some of you people will say youre an "irl" (absolutely ATROCIOUS term btw. literally do not say this.) and then proceed to go like "im a kinnie and i simp and im fictionkin and im a synpat"

i can confirm that nobody calls themselves an "irl" ever. when you are in a really bad psychotic episode and happen to be indulging in media that your brain hyperfocuses on and start deluding or hallucinating things that are coherent with said media, you didnt "gain an irl". you are in a psychotic episode. you cant collect delusions (UNSHAKEABLE beliefs by the way, grounding yourself is a different thing. but if you bawl like a baby because somebody doesnt think youre twilight sparkle, maybe youre the problem) like blind bag toys?!?

and no, it is not ableist to acknowledge when youre out of that state that you are delusional. it is not a horrific word. it is one thing to use mental illness as an adjective for something you dont like, in that case, that makes you a dick. but i am afraid you cannot suppress your troubles by calling yourself an "irl".

dont even get me started on the people who think that kin and fucking psychosis are one in the same. i dont know if its just me, but it irks me to an unimaginable degree even more to see blogs that group kin, fictionkin, FICTIVES, and PSYCHOSIS, as one whole. on one side, you have a strong liking or relatability to a character. on another, you have a belief that you are an incarnation of a character without delusion involved. on yet another, you have a fragment of underdeveloped personality from a dissociative disorder that has shaped its identity around a character from a media. on yet another fucking side of things, you have a mental state that occurs in people under the influence of some drugs, an injury, extreme pain, schizophrenia, and/or bipolar disorder.

you are not mentally ill if you like a character, want to convince yourself that youre them, and bitch and moan when people dont affirm it: the section

i (do not) regret to inform you that if you are a big fan of a character, you are not psychotic. psychosis is a very serious and distressing state that people often commit suicide from just so they dont have to experience it anymore. if you think that you want psychosis, you dont. i myself consider taking my life every fucking day because of how often ill be in either a psychotic or dissociative state. this is in no way an exaggeration. i know that you people in my screen think that i have a coherent sense of self and reality even if it's false, and you're wrong. it changes all the fucking time. its not cute. not fun. not in any way enjoyable at all. back when i was younger, it would often present in a way that would convince me it wants to help me. now when i try to fight back against it and know its tricks, it turns very ugly very fast. when i run, it slows me down. when i struggle, it sucks me in. when i cry for help, water fills the space my voice was. when i try to swim, sand pushes against the push. but when i succumb, everything stops. even then, i cant win. everything is a question, and i dont think ill ever have the answer; when will it stop? when will it settle?

its not a game of house and your own mental state is not a mannequin to adorn with the worst things the human mind can feel.

say it louder. you cant choose this. you cant. there is no state of disarray where you are conveniently attached to pixels on a screen. "irl disorder" is a thing people actually search on the fucking internet because of you sick fucks. shut the fuck up. did you know that your head doesnt limit what you can be absolutely fucking confused and terrified about to just your favorite video game? i regularly hear things that i ask other people if they did, and they usually say no. i have seen, tasted, smelled, and touched things that disappear when i look away and look back. i have no feeling of connection to your reality. at the same time, everything feels surreal in the worst possible way in the very rare occasion that i can ground myself. i usually don't dissociate when i'm on the computer, because i have always been in that reality. when i step off, it tries its hardest to pull me back to anything that feels like the digital world. i have no goddamn connection to my body.

i want to disappear.

to those people im talking about: i hope this finds you well. you make me want to die even more than i already do. sincerely, gallerian. or nemesis. or seth. i dont know anymore.

[objectcrazy]

Em so i forgot to do something for halloween so

im gonna rewrite one of my old ocs!!! that being monty the little toon monster.

I wassss gonna draw their updated design… but i don’t have the energy :( It was just a slight tweak of giving them sharp teeth and little dot eyes so you can just. picture them like that.

btw this rewrite is depicting him as a fully serious horror character. i will post all the silly vore stuff in a separate post.

As a simple note before hand: Monty exists as two separate entities. The fictional inkblot toon and the demon possessing its form. The demon is known as “la bête du soleil” or “the sun beast” in french (pretty much all of his lore takes place in France) he is also just called soleil for short.

Anyways: lore.

Monty was incredibly popular in France at the time, but only France. The company who owned the character and produced the cartoons refused to adapt the character for other audiences. Not only was everything produced of the character never translated, it was never legally distributed in non France countries, never even reaching other french speaking countries such as Canada.

Almost all information was lost of the character when the only production building they had burned to a crisp, and with a lack of proper insurance, the company had no choice but to completely shut down.

The CEO of the company was arrested for arson and endangering others after admitting to have started the fire to “burn away his greatest mistake.” The general public is unaware of what such a mistake was.

But some do know.

Out of desperation to save his failing business, the CEO summoned the demon that would become soleil.

The demon was meticulously trained and imprinted with imagery of monty, but the process was incomplete. The CEO canceled the project after having what he thought were prophetic nightmares about the creature, ordering its imprisonment. He could unfortunately not get over his terrors, leading to the act of arson that would end his legacy.

The creature laid dormant for years, never having been given a personality to adopt. That was until one faithful day. November 25th, 2009.

Two teenage american tourists went urban exploring in the remains of the old building, finding a collection of tapes. The tapes were well preserved, intentionally so as while the CEO wished to not keep them, he couldn’t let them go to waste. He kept the tapes in a fireproof safe.

The tourists took the safe home with them to America. Once they uncovered the tapes, they were excited.

As they watched the tapes they talked on and on about how it was just like their favorite urban legends and horror stories . Such talking gave the hidden demon in the screen a idea.

This talk imprinted on soleil, completing his transformation. Having never gained a imprinted personality, he adopted the mannerisms of the horror monsters he heard so much about.

The only issue for Soleil was that he was fully and completely bound to the idea of Monty. The specifics of his demonic nature caused him to be incapable of possessing a form that was not intended to be monty. Despite being a shapeshifter, he was not only bound to never being able to stop resembling monty, but bound to only exist in the specific forms monty existed in currently. And monty only currently existed in the vhs tapes. Not even a single cel of original animation existed.

That was until one of the boys innocently made a drawing of him. A drawing that would end of being the death of him as a beast of his literal own creation killed him and his roommate in their sleep.

The extent to which soleil’s power extend is unknown. but it’s believed any sort of art made with the intention of depicting him can be controlled by him.

The real question is not what can he do but…

Do you feel lucky?

[126dvtn]

Whats ur weight

the amount of weight it takes to do your mom

[p0nchi]

Ranting about discourse (Diasomnia uniforms)

Out of all circus, that we as a fandom, experienced for 2 days straight I would like to emphasize on 2 specific points.

First will be uniforms themselves. I can safely assume,that uniforms inspired by military uniforms. The uniforms that were worn not only by n@zis, but America, Britain, USSR, Japan. Here is an example:

So either you gonna tell me that all of those countries are n@zis at this period in time or you would assume, that this is just a military uniform. The difference between n@zis and other military soldiers were in it's symbolic a.k.a swastika. Do you see any symbolism for n@zis.....No? Then it is likely just a military uniform.

Translation is a very serious and careful process. If you mess up, you will get twst discourse. Anyway, here at least two translations about Diasomnia section from two different translators before this whole mess.

The translator, who messed up in the first place already apologized for mistranslation, therefore zero issues there.

Now, towards the thing, that really pissed me off. Btw I am going to talk not only to the OP, but also people who supported misinformation and did nothing to redeem themselves in public eye.

First of all, "could be a translation mistake", it is a translation mistake. The OP of the translation admitted to it and apologized. As a bilingual person, I understand people can make multiple mistakes in translation.

Next about intentions..... It is ironic. The fact that you and your peers misinterpreted Yana's intentions and spread around misinformation, got flack for it and now sitting here crying how people misinterpreted your intentions. You talking about "educating people" and "we are not here for a clout", then why didn't you check everything before throwing around n@zi claim? Why did you never ask yourself "wow this book is 2 years old, there certainly some translations out there besides the one on reddit"? Why did you follow the advice your peers gave everyone else and "do your research"? By spreading misinformation citing one screenshot and running around the platforms like Neanderthal you not only destroying your credibility, but also making yourself and everyone else who believed it look like a joke. In order to inform someone you check the resources and making sure you are correct about the information you are presenting to the public. Even at the end of the post, you have an audacity to question whether or not it was a mistake, by saying "could be". This post is a pure deflection of responsibility for your actions, because you had a morally high cause. If you truly cared about educating people of social issues, if you truly give a crap about people that are victims of these caricatures, you would get it right the first time. You would do the right thing by checking around with other translators and their take on Yana's interview. You would talk to bilingual/native Japanese speakers. Each time you post about social issues, you need to make it count. In order for people to read and listen to you, you need to cite more than one resource. Nobody should give a shit about your intentions, when your actions shows how fast your are to believe what one person says.

Also in hashtags "people doxxed a minor for fuck sake do you think this is a problem".... what???

This is exactly why people are going to trust you less and your credibility will go down in shambles. You make a shocking statement with no proof, hoping that people would believe you and gloss over all the deflection in the latter half of your post. Who is the minor? Is it op translator? If it is not then as much of a bad news it is, it doesn't revolve about situation at hand. Situation being: you and your peers deflecting and not saying "yes I fucked up by not checking the translation, I promise I will be more careful with information given by translators". How high you actually are on that moral horse? Is it difficult? Why you cannot admit that you fuck up? Why you blaming everyone else for misunderstanding your intentions? What else people are suppose to believe, when group of people, that know nothing in Japanese going around claiming Diasomnia uniform are inspired by n@zis? That you trying to educate??? Moreover, when actual Japanese speaking people trying to correct you, you throw away that screenshot and bunch of n@zi's pictures claiming they are in the wrong. How do you function??? How about I give you advice on how to receive information, since your language/history teacher didn't taught you, or you were just sleeping in class.

Calm yourself

Read the article

Look at the citation and all the evidence at hand

Calm yourself

Read all the evidence at hand again with premise

Calm yourself

Research the evidence by looking it up on trustworthy websites (the one with .org, .edu is good enough)

Calm yourself

Go through multiple articles about same topic

Analyze their take and evidence

Calm yourself

Evaluate different articles and their credibility

Calm yourself

Make your on opinion based on the resources at hand, while providing appropriate evidence to your claims

C A L M Y O U R S E L F.

Here the issue with all this situation. Inability to evaluate the information with letting your emotions to rule your actions. I sincerely hope you either change your methods of analyzing information or nobody will go to you for protection purposes. Personally, I wouldn't leave my toothbrush under your protection.

By The Way, did you know the reason why they changed exotic is either from JP community backlash or people at Disney explaining the problems with the word. Just saying, you posting on Tumblr/Twitter will do nothing to change Diasomnia uniforms. The basic premise was and is a royal/imperial guards. There wasn't and isn't anything problematic with it. So either make a wave in JP Fandom or stop dreaming.

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 303: And What, Pray Tell, Is a “One For All”

Previously on BnHA: The Todorokis (really just Enji) looked at their children and went “how can we screw up all four of them in uniquely different ways” and proceeded to do just that. Touya was all “just because practicing how to set myself on fire better hasn’t worked to win my dad’s affections YET doesn’t mean it will NEVER work”, because child logic. Turns out setting oneself on fire real hard isn’t so effective at winning affections, but is actually incredibly effective when it comes to burning oneself to death, so there’s that. Back in the present day, the Todorokis basked in their various misplaced (again, except for Enji) feelings of guilt, and were all “anyway but get over yourself already Enji, you still have to do something to stop this kid”, and Shouto was all “I’ll help too”, and Enji was all “(╥_╥)”, and Hawks and Jeanist were all “[surreptitiously listening in from outside the door]”, and that’s basically where we left off.

Today on BnHA: Hawks and Jeanist are all “mind if we join you on this family journey?” and proceed to stroll in uninvited with their puns and their perceptive insights. Hawks is all “so to sum everything up, we’re fucked, but at least you have us here to help you out! by the way, no clue why I’m the first person to ask this in three hundred chapters, but wtf is One For All.” We then cut to Deku, who’s still all “[(－－)]z”, and All Might, who is all “I’m just going to ignore the extremely loud racket going on right outside this room.” Which, btw, is happening on account of Bakugou, who is all “(╬◣Д◢)” as Satou, Tsuyu, and Mineta cart him away. Anyway so that’s a lot of antics, and also it looks like Hawks has gotten tired of the Todorokis refusing to put the pieces together on their own about OFA and so he is fast-tracking that shit. And meanwhile Deku is chatting it up with the Vestiges exactly like we all thought. And now we have to wait another whole week for updates on all of this. This really is not fair.

omfg lol

“our bad, we were kind of accidentally listening in on purpose.” like I said last week guys, no fuss. it’s a tradition

OMG

I am absolutely fucking floored. Hawks literally said that so casually that it’s impossible for me to rewrite it so as to be even more casual. that’s literally what I would write in the “today on bnha” section. in fact I probably will write that

(ETA: just for laughs I tried it and it really worked.)

a couple more things to point out about this panel: 

“TOP 3” omg yes. more like “top only” at this point, honestly. interested to see how that goes

Hawks’s phone is freaking the fuck out about something, calm down there

I know this is a standard Jeanist hair-fixing gesture that he does all the time, but I can’t help but form hypotheses about this being a stress reaction because Hawks’s hair is making him internally freak out. Hawks, if this man tries to get you alone with him and some hairspray and a comb, please for the love of god do not listen to him. get out of there and call the authorities

omg Shouto’s face

okay confession, I wasn’t really sold on the whole “Shouto has a schoolboy crush on Hawks” thing until exactly now, when I became 100% sold on it. that is adorable

and heck with it, gotta show Enji and Rei’s reactions here as well because lol

“omg my son who’s not my son, and he just overheard everything about me being a terrible shitty father and person overall, oh and plus my actual-son set him on fire and called him out on a national broadcast. I’m just gonna stare at him baffledly.” versus Rei, who is all “hmm, who are these people”

so Hawks is all “I got released from the hospital after one day for some reason so I made Jeanist drive me around places while we talked about life” but uh, heyyyyy, what’s Rei doing

okay, uh

SO FUCKING FORMAL OMFG. “SORRY MY KID TRIED TO BURN YOU TO DEATH, APPARENTLY HE DOES THAT” REI NO IT’S NOT YOUR FAULT

HAWKS IS ALL “I’M JUST GONNA LAUGH SINCE THAT’S MY DEFAULT RESPONSE TO BEING PROFOUNDLY UNCOMFORTABLE”

let me tell you a secret Hawks, it’s my default response too. ahahahahahahaha oh thank god Jeanist is helping her up -- AND MAKING A JEANS PUN, OF COURSE. IT’S BEEN ALMOST THIRTY SECONDS. MY MAN WAS DYING

“WTF IS ILLEGAL DENIM” he’s talking ‘bout them counterfeit jeans, Rei. Antoine Bugleboy knows

THANK YOU JEANIST!! OUT HERE ASKING THE RELEVANT QUESTIONS

damn straight. we’re not gonna sit around waiting another 300 chapters for this information on this man’s watch

now Hawks is telling Endeavor he used to watch videos of him all the time, and calling him his “childhood obsession” I can’t

OH MY SWEET STARS AND MOONS

1000% CANON. “SO CLOSE...” ARE YOU SERIOUS. YOU REALLY PUT THAT THOUGHT BUBBLE THERE AND EVERYTHING. “GOOD MORNING EVERYONE, SO JUST IN CASE YOU WEREN’T ALREADY AWARE, TODOROKI SHOUTO IS NOT ACTUALLY STRAIGHT.” HORIKOSHI KOUHEI I AM LITERALLY DUMBFOUNDED. THIS IS AMAZING

and meanwhile that look on Hawks’s face while he casually-but-not-really-casually-at-all asks this question. that phone app better be using his actual voice. I’m not sure I could take this scene in the anime at this point if it was like Alexa talking or something

that look in his eyes is basically saying that so far, based on the information he has absorbed up until this point, Hawks is prepared to view his former childhood obsession as a flawed but changed man. however I get the distinct feeling that depending on Endeavor’s answer now, he would be willing to drastically shift some of his opinions on him

(ETA: this is maybe my favorite panel in the entire chapter. the fact that his question isn’t addressed to anyone in particular, but his eyes are zeroing on on Endeavor. and the way his leaning-on-Shouto pose manages to be simultaneously nonchalant and yet ever-so-slightly protective. there’s so much going on in this one question and gesture and I’m mildly obsessed with it.)

however, Rei is all “that was me” and ONCE AGAIN WITH THE FACES IN THIS CHAPTER holy shit

Hawks definitely did not see that one coming sob. it’s so fun watching him frantically recalculate his ideas about this family every two seconds

DAMN IT HORIKOSHI I UNDERSTOOD THE PARALLELS ALREADY, YOU REALLY DIDN’T HAVE TO DO THIS

yes, Hawks, you get it. it’s not exactly the same, but it’s close enough. though unlike your shitty parents, Rei and Enji are at least trying

OKAY I SERIOUSLY CANNOT WITH ALL OF THIS

fljkdlaskfjlwkjl okay we’re doing the bullet-points breakdown here

first of all, the fact that poor little Shouto’s heart is still thumping away at this proximity and all he can think is “CLOSE” all intelligently as he stares at him with that face omg

and meanwhile Horikoshi has these STRATEGIC BANDAGES WRAPPED AROUND HIS CHEEKS TO HIDE ALL OF HIS SHOUJO BLUSHING omfg. SENPAI NOTICED YOU SWEETIE!!!

HAWKS YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY ZERO OBLIGATION TO WASTE ANOTHER SECOND OF YOUR LIFE WORRYING ABOUT THESE TWO ASSHOLES WHO NEVER SPARED YOU THE SLIGHTEST BIT OF REGARD OR CONCERN IN THEIR ENTIRE LIVES. THE NICEST THING YOUR MOM EVER DID FOR YOU WAS BUY YOU A $2 ENDEAVOR PLUSH FROM THE DISCOUNT BIN TO KEEP YOU QUIET, AND YOU WERE SO AWED BY THAT ONE ACT OF SORTA KINDA APPROXIMATE KINDNESS THAT YOU SHAPED YOUR ENTIRE WORLDVIEW AROUND IT. PLEASE LET ME PICK YOU UP IN A BIG HUG FOR JUST A SEC, YOU DESERVE THE WORLD AND YOU WERE ONE THOUSAND PERCENT JUSTIFIED IN LEAVING THEM IN THE DUST THE SECOND THAT YOU COULD

but all that said, he immediately recognizes that Shouto would also have had cause to do the same in his situation, and yet hasn’t. and so he has that much more admiration for him all of a sudden, which is just super sweet, and fully appropriate. Shouto does deserve props. I’m choosing to take this as an “it takes a lot of strength to be able to forgive, and people who choose to do that even though they’re not obligated to are really amazing" type of thing, as opposed to “people who don’t forgive other people who severely wronged them are bad.” and if I’m wrong and Hawks’s line here is meant to be seen as actual failing on his part, well then fuck that, but we’ll move on

SO NOW, DOWN TO BUSINESS!

I am so, so curious as to what kind of strategy Hawks has for this (if he even has any), so I’ll just be quiet now and read

so Hawks is summing up basically what we already knew -- that Tomura and his inner circle (curious that there’s no mention of AFO, because if Hawks doesn’t know about him, that implies almost no one does) are still on the lam with a few PLF stragglers and some High Ends; that a bunch of prisons have been “liberated” (I assume this means all of the inmates escaped, so if that’s the case then where’s Kurogiri??); that the HPSC is fucked; and that heroes are resigning all over the place, and so civilians are taking matters into their own hands

OH DAMN!?

does this mean we’ll actually see some international heroes?? I will LOSE MY DAMN SHIT omg

(ETA: apparently people who paid more attention to the first BnHA movie than I did recognized the silhouettes as belonging to some background characters from Two Heroes. so maybe they were just cameos and they’re not actually new characters who are soon to join us lol. oh well.)

anyway so Hawks agrees with the other Todorokis that Endeavor has no choice but to fight

awww

DON’T WORRY ENJI THEY’VE GOT YOUR BACK. WITH YOUR FLAMES, AND JEANIST’S PUNS, AND HAWKS’S BOYISHLY GOOD LOOKS, THE THREE OF YOU CAN DO ANYTHING YOU SET YOUR MINDS TO

so Enji is very pertinently asking why they’re standing by him in spite of the... [gestures vaguely to everything]

oh my lordy lord

Shouto you had better do something to combat this soon, or this man will sneak past you on my favorite character ranking after all. his face. his cheeky lil finger gun. the fact that he sums it up so fucking simply. “if someone is trying to do the right thing, I want to support them.” exactly. exactly

(ETA: and one last thing I love but forgot to mention, which is the fact that Hawks calls it a team-up despite the fact that he is clearly in charge.)

meanwhile Jeanist is all “as for me, at this point I just straight up don’t give a fuck”

I can’t handle how fucking cool this chapter is you guys

so Hawks is all “you good?” at Enji. and Enji...

if anyone needs me, I will be building myself a discourse-proof fort made entirely out of problematic characters. I don’t even care. I will go on living my life very happily in here

lol at Natsu being all “BUT DON’T THINK THIS MAKES US FRIENDS”

I’m living for this weird and no-doubt entirely unintended implication that Natsu and them all are gonna join in the fight with the rest of them. I mean, they do presumably all have very powerful ice quirks. and Natsu has medical training on top of that, and Fuyu is skilled at getting eight-year-olds to behave which could be a useful talent for dealing with Tomura hahaha I kid, but I’M JUST SAYING. who needs hero licenses anyway

OH SHIT FINALLY SOME DISCUSSION OF AN ACTUAL STRATEGY. even if it’s just a PR strategy

WHAKLHL

and now for some reason we’re flashing back to Natsu and Fuyu’s attempts to navigate through the media crowd outside the hospital

well I guess this is why I’m not the mangaka. if I were writing this I would have done something trite and predictable like using that “One for All” line as an excuse to cut to Deku!! as opposed to this entirely unrelated scene!!

seriously though why do we need to see this lol

no one in this crowd has ever heard of Alexander Dumas huh. or even the popular 2007 Disney Channel original movie, High School Musical 2

so now there’s an entire page of Hawks saying they need to know what One for All is, and Endeavor having one of those patented Todoroki WHOOSH realizations lmao look at this

just wait until this man figures out that one of the scrappy new interns he took on three months ago was actually the main character all along

SKDFIOHWIERLKSJGLWLK!!

NOW IS PROBABLY A GOOD TIME TO ASK MYSELF WHY I CHOSE THIS CHARACTER WHO KEEPS DISAPPEARING FOR SIX OR TWELVE OR FORTY CHAPTERS AT A TIME TO BE MY FUCKING FAVORITE. WELCOME BACK SON PLEASE DON’T SCREAM YOURSELF TO DEATH YOU STILL HAVE A HOLE IN YOUR TORSO

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

(ETA: can we just take a moment to appreciate how Bakugou even got so close to Deku’s room in the first place though. in this giant hospital with no idea of where to even go. does he have Deku Radar or something.)

YOU SIX ARE OFFICIALLY ON MY HIT LIST!! SPARE ME YOUR GOOD INTENTIONS!! MY BAKUDEKU REUNION KEEPS GETTING POSTPONED WEEK AFTER WEEK!! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE HEROES WHERE IS YOUR CONCEPT OF MERCY

(ETA: btw just to be clear, I’m not actually angry lol; it makes total sense that they don’t want this rampaging feral toddler who was still in his own coma all of fifteen minutes ago to come and start screaming at the other coma child until he tears all his stitches out. if there’s anything we Bakugou fans should be familiar with by now, it’s being patient.)

also, Tsuyu wrapping her tongue around Bakugou’s still-healing torso wound absolutely can’t be hygienic at all. also wait is that Inko??

(ETA: pretty sure it is her. she got all of one line smdh.)

Iida is all “thank god Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight pulled through, I thought for sure he was a goner back there”

for the record this is actually really sweet to see how relieved he is. he’s one of the few people who saw the original injury close up, back when he was still at the battlefield and unconscious, so I imagine it really did freak him out quite a bit

JIROUUUUUU

“sometimes I just like to stand here and tug on my imaginary suspenders, what of it”

how come you guys get to loiter around Deku’s room but Kacchan doesn’t. god fucking dammit. AND WHAT DOES THIS EVEN MEAN

I BET KACCHAN COULD WAKE HIM UP FROM HIS COMA WITH THE POWER OF RIVAL INTENSITY!! BUT NOOOOOOOO, [is dragged away back to my fort]

OH MY GOD!?!

"this seems to be an entirely normal and above-board situation that we have just stumbled onto”

I see Jeanist comes from the Iida Tenya school of respectfully using people’s full names

Jeanist becoming one of the main characters is the best thing to ever happen to this series

EXCUSE YOU, IIDA

BUT I’M SURE HE’D MAKE AN EXCEPTION FOR KACCHAN THOUGH!! [elbowing my way back out of the fort] HAWKS, PLEASE --

DON’T GO ALL OMINIOUSLY PUTTING THE PIECES TOGETHER ALL ON YOUR OWN GODDAMMIT

“there’s absolutely no way this angry wriggling shoulder burrito kid here could answer literally all of my questions, so I’ll just ignore him”

OH MY GOD WE’RE FINALLY CUTTING BACK TO HIM BUT THE CHAPTER IS ENDING

[jumps up, throws a folding chair at Iida and the rest of the gang, and then runs]

oh my god. actually this chapter was awesome. but I’m so fucking mad at this cliffhanger though lol

at least we got a couple of answers! and some hints and teases! poor Deku looks so worn out even though he’s asleep dlwkjl my little green baby. and is it just me or is his quirk activated?? All Might’s all “I can feel it” as if it isn’t obvious just looking at him, why are you trying to be all mysterious dude

anyway! so at least we finally have confirmation and a date for those vestige antics at long last. looking forward to meeting Mister The Fourth next week so we can finally ask him “hey dude, what the fuck”

[hetalia-reacts]

allies plus spain and austria revealing that theyre nations to their s/o? Love ur writing btw <33

Thank you (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

America

Alfred wouldn’t be that nervous to tell you the truth

Y’all have been together for a while now and he thinks that this will change nothing between you guys

He just tells you nonchalantly during another conversation

Like “yes you have absolutely have to pour the cereal first t h e n the milk oh btw I’m a country haha”

Alfred would get serious though depending on your reaction

If it’s good and you kinda believe him/roll with it/laugh it off he’ll be more assertive and show you proof of what he is

If you have a bad reaction and you get mad and ask why he never told you/what this means for your relationship Alfred gets super serious and takes your anger or grief maturely

Either way he wants to do all that he can to make you believe him while also keeping you as a S/O

Canada

Matthew takes a more serious and thought out approach

He thinks this conversation will change everything between the both of you

That’s what he’s so scared of and why he needs to take this super seriously

He’s gonna tell you that you both need to talk

Once he tells you he waits for your reaction to see if he can lighten up or if he needs to keep the serious atmosphere

If you need proof Matthew has it on him

If you need time to process he’ll give you how ever long you need

And if you’re scared of him/what’s gonna happen to your relationship he will do everything in his power to make you feel safe and secure again

The last thing Matthew would want from this is to lose you or your trust

England

Arthur is so serious it’s scary

I mean you can tell he’s been thinking about this for a while now because his mood has been down for the past few weeks

He’s just terrified of what you might do or think of him

He knows his past can be questionable, he knows his immortality can be scary to think about, and what bothers him the most is that he knows nothing about what your reaction could be

So he just sits you down over breakfast and tells you outright what he is while showing you pictures of him, France, Canada, and America to further prove himself

Arthur would be surprised if you had a good reaction to this, he would be expecting yelling not a gentle and accepting reaction

If you starting yelling or seemed to be panicking Arthur would try to calm you down but he’s also starting to panic and worry himself to death

No matter the reaction Arthur will try his hardest to remain calm and collected so it’s easier on you to process and hopefully accept

France

Francis wants to take a lighter less serious approach to this

He feels sitting them down for a serious talk will freak them out or make them think him being a country is a bad thing

So Francis decides to tell you at the end of a good day

He brings proof and keeps his tone light and calm in hopes to keep you level headed

He would be the most understanding and best at consoling his S/O if they were angry or overcome with worry about this

This isn’t his first rodeo after all

If you take the news well he politely asks if you want him to stay with you or leave for now so you can think some more without him there to possibly cloud your judgement

Francis is among the most worried about the decision you make after processing this

He’s been left behind before for many different reasons and hopes that the only reason you may leave him is because of old age

Russia

Ivan has no idea how to start this conversation with you

He’s terrified of what you may think of him, if you’ll view him like everyone else does after you knew the truth

Might unintentionally lock himself away in his office so he can think and try to curb his worry

It doesn’t work really but he eventually invites you into his office for a serious talk about your relationship

Ivan then proceeds to tell you literally everything, his proof is the way he retells everything he’s ever done with a scary amount of details

Reacting badly is what he expects, he won’t try to calm you down at all

Ivan will let you yell awful things at him, hit him, curse him, and blame him for everything if that’s what makes this easier for you

If you take the new well and even tell him you don’t mind/care about him being a country Ivan might cry on the spot

He isn’t used to people truly caring for him like that so having you say that and want to stay with him is more than anything he could’ve ever asked for

China

Yao isn’t going to beat around the bush

He doesn’t joke while reveling his true self to you

but he isn’t going to sit you down and talk all serious like

Yao just thinks he needs to tell you seriously enough so you believe him but not give you unnecessary stress by making it seem super important or scary

If you get mad and start yelling he may yell back

Yao just feels it’s unfair of you to get mad at him as if he asked to be a country and how he was supposed to tell you before hand when he wasn’t even supposed to be telling you now

If you take the news well he’ll just try to continue having a normal day with you

If you can’t do that he can respect that and give you space and time to think about the relationship and what you want to do now that you know

Spain

Antonio is similar to America in the sense that he doesn’t think it’s a big deal

He’s not fool enough to believe it won’t change anything between you at first, but he has hope it won’t end the relationship or leave a lasting scar

He brings up his status as a country very nonchalantly, showing you pictures and journals as if he was showing you an embarrassing family album

It’s going to be hard to get mad at Antonio after he tells you everything

He pretty much tells you the truth about him and his past immediately and tells you why he kept it a secret for as long as he did

If you do react badly he won’t blame you and he’ll be really sympathetic and feel guilty for dumping all this on you

If you react well and are okay with him being a country Antonio will just thank you, clear out his photos and journals, and then act like he didn’t just revel a huge secret to you

Austria

Roderich wants to take a serious approach to telling you this

He makes it really official feeling, possibly even asking you to meet with him in his office

He explains everything to you as soon as you sit down

Leaves no details out

tells you exactly who his friends Feliciano, Ludwig, and Elizabeta really are, and even shares some of the more unsavory parts of his past just so you know he’s not trying to con you or deceive you

Roderich hopes from how he put everything on the table that your reaction will at least be more confused or weirded out instead of angry or sad

If you do lash out Roderich keeps his cool and tries to talk you through it until your calm enough to think rationally

If you are confused/weirded out or take really well to the new information he will either leave you to your own thoughts until you want to speak or ask if you’d like to have some tea with him

Roderich really wants things to at least end civilly between the both of you if you won’t stay with him after learning what he is