#wondering if I should start naming these guys and gals

[a-mint-bear]

Make Me Yours

Male Yandere x Reader

"I just... really wanna put a collar on a cute guy."

You didn't even mean to say it out loud, but your best friend since middle school had always been super open with this sort of stuff. You've always been the first one she texts when a date goes really well, or really terribly. And a lot of your coffee meetups, like this one, devolve into her oversharing all the juicy details of her relationships.

"Oh wow." She nudged you with a grin. "Didn't know you had it in you!"

Unable to meet her eyes, you try to defend your stray thought. You remind her of some of the jerks you've dated, how their assertive and self-assured personalities had all quickly turned into a bit too aggressive and controlling. In certain situations, in controlled doses... that could lead to a nice time. But it's all fun and games until you try to explain away some of their worse moments to your coworkers and swiftly realize you're in "that kind" of relationship. You wonder if you give off some kind of energy that attracts creeps...

The thought of finding a guy who would not only let you take the reins but maybe even prefer you taking charge? It gave you a little thrill you're almost embarrassed to admit.

"Well, it's nothing to get all twisted up over." she shrugs, taking a sip of her iced latte. "You'll find the right guy that's into that kind of thing."

You smiled, she really was trying to encourage you with this, and it was oddly sweet of her.

"Oh, look!" she scooted closer to you, showing you her phone screen. "There's tons of collars you can get. You thinkin' like leather, classic S&M style? Or somethin' more cutesy?"

Maybe a little too encouraging, sometimes.

~ Somewhere very close by...~

His hands were shaking. Your words were playing on repeat in his head, drowning everything else out.

As if you weren't already perfect. He'd been so jealous of you meeting up with your friend, but if it made this conversation happen so he couldn't be too upset about it. He'd been trying to think of some way to make you his for so long... But being yours? Wearing something like that? Something that said he belonged only to you?

He was already yours. But a little proof never hurt.

. . .

It was late, and you decided to cut through the park to get home quicker. It was a pretty safe area, but you didn't want to be here any longer than you had to be. A few lights lit up the main path and you didn't see anyone else around.

But that didn't mean you were alone.

"Hey..."

You spin around to see... some guy. You'd never met him before, but he was... making A LOT of eye contact.

He was cute though. Soft, fluffy hair and piercings in his ears, his bright eyes poking out from beneath his bangs. And he had at least six inches on you, but not really an intimidating frame, a bit skinny too. The way he was looking at you was making you nervous, but you weren't sure if it was a "Oh, this is unexpected." kind of nervous or a "You're gonna end up in his basement." kind of nervous.

"You probably don't remember me but, uh...we had a few classes together last year and…"

He seemed really nervous himself, trailing off with some color in his cheeks. You tell him politely that you were sorry, but you didn't remember him.

"That's okay, uh..."

He was breathing kind of funny, his eyes still staring into yours. You asked him what he needed, hoping it would speed this along and you could leave.

He took a breath, and all you could do was stare, wondering if you should distract him and make a break for it.

"I... I've liked you. For a long time. It's like... like everything about you is just so... wonderful! Seeing you every day keeps me going! I was okay just watching but then... Sorry, sorry. I'm c-coming on too strong, I..."

He took a step towards you, moving like he was going to touch you, but you instinctively took a step back. He looked a little hurt.

"No, no please, don't be scared! I just... I thought it was the right time... I've been thinking about this for so long! I just wanted to..."

He dropped to his knees and the look in his eyes was almost...like he worshipped you. Like you were everything to him and nothing else mattered. It was a bit overwhelming...

"I heard you talking to your friend the other day. Not, uh, not in a weird way, I swear! I-it's just... It's all I can think about..."

He stared at you, a glimmer of something in his eyes. You could see a tremble in his hands, like he was debating reaching out for you again. But he was holding himself back.

Seeing him kneeling, looking up at you with a want that burned into you... It was doing something to you.

This was a weird, kinda scary, unbelievable situation. But it felt so...

Good.

You felt bold. Deciding to go for broke, you finally spoke again.

You asked him to tell you what he wanted.

You could see the tremble shoot through his frame, the smallest, quietest gasp when the your words finally registered.

"I want... I want you to look down at me, just like this! I want you to run your fingers through my hair and tell me I'm a good boy. Your good boy! I want to cuddle up to you and hear your heartbeat while you hold me, I... I want you to use me... I want you to yank my collar if I get too excited and tell me to behave."

He laughed softly at the thought, this guy was completely smitten.

"I want to be yours, if that'll make you happy..."

He reached into his back pocket, you heard the gentle clink of the collar before you saw it. It was like some kind of odd proposal, except he was down on both knees.

He held it up to you, his eyes clouded with a want that made your face feel hot.

So painfully slowly, you reached out for him, your fingers flinching back for a split second, rational thought desperately trying to break through. But despite all the reasons you could think this was completely crazy, you still wanted this.

You touched his cheek, and he didn't hesitate to lean into your hand with a contented, dreamy sigh.

The power he was giving you was... new, exciting, maybe a bit intoxicating. And he was offering it all so willingly, you wondered if this was all a dream.

"I wanna be your good boy..." His voice was soft but pleading, almost desperate. "Please..."

His smile was making your brain feel fuzzy, seeing him looking up at you like you were his whole world.

"Make me yours."

[astrojoy]

What Candy Is Coming Your Way?

Candy = good news

PAC

Candy Bag 1

💀 Boundaries improving (You will soon have more respect for yourself. I even got a song that flew out that clarified this, which was by Billie Eilish "You should see me in a crown") I keep imagining a cold person (who really isn't cold at heart) but can appear that way because of how the world treated them. It's a 'take no more sh-t' energy

💀 A lot of you will grow stronger and be more courageous, again :)

💀 More optimism or being headfirst with where you set your mind to

💀 Some of you are getting a new job or will be changing your career path

💀 A new friendship, particularly from the same sex/gender. I feel like this new friendship will be quite long lasting! Maybe some of you when you get a different job will make a new friend at this place

💀 Some of you can't wait for more cold weather ngl. I'm seeing its coming so dw 🤣 (it's October 30th rn as I'm making this)

💀 More relaxing time. More time to hang out with friends or loved ones. Some of you may soon invite or be invited to go out for coffee or tea with someone or some people

💀 For a lot of you life has been kinda stagnant. You may have been feeling discontent, like life is on a loop. Just boredom in total. It's about to be disrupted and life will move faster miss gals and pals 😏

💀 Also whatever these changes that are coming into your life are, are obviously good news, however they will take you out of your comfort zone at times, you are being told to tread bravely. Especially if you are someone who has trouble adapting to sudden changes

💀 This pile carried a lot of Fire and Wands energy. You guys had a major arcana card fly out, "Strength"

Psychic visions I got for you guys (could be a personal item/name/like/dislike/issue etc etc):

👻 Names of your friends/pets/family/you (I got a lot of pet names) - Pumpkin. Chestnut. Jonathan/Justin. Ivory. Strawberry/Berry. Bagel. Bunny/Easter. Egg??.

👻 Bundle of bananas

👻 Someone yanked a paper off a table (it was aggressive oml 😳 chill my guy. Is someone stressed about paperwork/classwork? Maybe someone will finally finish something and that was a yank of relief 😂)

👻 A peeled banana (wtf 🤣 does someone here like bananas AHAHA such a random vision)

👻 A rubber ducky (OHH Bananas and rubber ducks are both yellow. I wonder if the color is significant for this pile. Yellow is an optimistic and powerful color associated with energy and silliness or fun)

👻 Lasagna (Someone here may like it a lot) possibly have it some time soon (just depends)

👻 AGAIN someone yanked something off a desk or table. Similar vision of the same place/lighting and similar gesture. They yanked something else that wasn't a paper and wore something with sleeves (got a better view of them) someone here with darker hair

👻 A stereotypical piece of candy in the shape of this -> 🍬 It had a clear wrapper and was colored orangish pinkish? Warm colored. Someone here may have a sweetooth or get candy or something sweet soon :)

Candy Bag 2

💀 For a select few of you only, there may be some people behind your back, they may be jealous and start creating friction with something in your life or just in total. Like them creating accusations or something. Well I'm seeing you rise out on top so don't worry about them :)

💀 For others, I'm seeing a union. If you aren't looking for love then this is a partnership on some type of project or work. For the people looking for love or who wouldn't mind it, there's someone coming in with a possible offer of some sort. A love offer or confession "you are only mine" a promise of loyalty

💀 Happiness is coming into your life here at some point

💀 Some of you are going on a vacation. For others who may not be able to physically go on one, this talks about a mental one as well. Finding relaxing moments to calm the mind

💀 Attaining an authority position, success or victory in overcoming a challenge your in. Some here are getting a raise at work while others are upgrading in their life. This can be on social media too

💀 Experiencing happiness, again, I had the song fly out by Louis Armstrong "What a wonderful world"

💀 Uh, random, someone may have an encounter with a spirit or possibly a spirit guide. Whether it's through the dreams or waking life. Since this is good news based I'm guessing this isn't a bad one though :)

💀 This lover or whatever offer is coming in for a lot of people here is someone you don't know or aren't as familiar with. I had the song by Svrcina "Who are you" fly out

💀 Taboo energy is in the depths of this pile you picked. Some witches/wiccans are here. Some here have a cat. There may be good news revolving around general occult things :) maybe its answers you seek or practices you've worked on. Now I understand why I got my spirit card

💀 This pile carried a lot of Water and Cups energy

Psychic visions I got for you guys (could be a personal item/name/like/dislike/issue etc etc):

👻 Names of your friends/pets/family/you - G/Gina/Gunther? (Could start with a G? Or be just G/GG). Pony. Stephanie Princess. Cynthia. 4. Curly. Rose/Violet/Someone has or knows someone that's named after a flower (also could be the middle/last name. F (Name starts with an F? Fifi Fred? or something idk).

👻 A horse (A pet)

👻 Onigiri (someone here really likes these)

👻 Water (someone here may have a phobia or fear of drowning/possibly a memory of almost?)

👻 Apple (someone could have something of theirs shaped like an apple or maybe have apple trees, or just enjoy the fruit. Maybe an apple brand product)

👻 "Diamond" 😂 could be anything. Maybe someone here likes diamonds, maybe it's a name of someone you know. Possibly A treasured item has a diamond, etc etc

👻 I got the shape of a heart. Then I heard "Stove". So someone here might possibly have something on the stove or around that area (like decor or maybe a cooking timer, picture, mitten, on the fridge or beside the stove etc etc) with the shape of a heart or heart patterns picture(s) on it :)

Candy Bag 3

💀 This pile has slightly similar themes to one of the other piles but in a different way

💀 A new job or raise is in the cards

💀 A lot of people here feel stuck in something. Stuck in a situation, environment or maybe even to someone. Don't worry, the good news here is you are breaking free. For very few I'm seeing this negative thing that isn't serving you is so stuck that you've gotten "comfortable" in it. Or in other words, "used" to it, you feel numb and like it's all you know almost. I had the song by Call Me Karizma "Nails" fly out

💀 Btw I also said you won't feel stuck forever. Good news coming your way is a release. Leaving something behind. I had another song clarify this by One Republic "Counting Stars" Some things even though they're wrong or bad for you may make you feel the need to stay in the patterns you've been in but overall it's all about following the dreams and moving forward

💀 A manifestation may come to fruition too :)

💀 If you have any addictions or if you have an issue with self sabatoging (mental health issues in any way too) then I'm being told this will find mental balance. Good news for some may be medication coming in, getting help/therapy or even just leaving whatever situation had been causing this stress and etc. The effect of leaving will help you mentally

💀 Soulmate union is coming together for some! (Soulmates for me can range from friends, family, lovers, pets, etc)

💀 I'm getting a lot of hot, steamy, romantic and even sexual energy in this pile for some definitely here. Do some here have dirty thoughts or maybe even sexual addictions? Maybe someone here has a partner with such a thing? It's being toned down and eased so it's not as heavy on the shoulders. The song by Chloe Adams "Dirty thoughts" flew out

💀 Protection

Psychic visions I got for you guys (could be a personal item/name/like/dislike/issue etc etc):

👻 Names of your friends/pets/family/you - Love/Lovely. Baby/BB. Butterfly. Someone may have a pet snake or pet named after a snake "Slither" "Python" "Venom"

👻 Bow and Arrow/possibly a harp (I could only see a gold fancy or elvish rim of it the rest was blurred)

👻 "Doritos" (Someone likes this snack)

👻 Superman

👻 Someone here is girly btw. Like stereotypically feminine

👻 Some people here like to draw. I'm getting a lot of traditional drawing though :) Pen/pencil/marker/paint stuff etc

👻 Musical talent/writing in this pile. I'm guessing all this creative energy is coming out because it's quite prominent ^

👻 This pile didn't get as many visions/messages as the last ones did on this section. Maybe my mind is clouded now xD

[nestasgalpal]

Can't think straight when we are together Pt. 4 [Nessian]

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Nesta’s Gal Pal masterlist | AO3

Tagging: @zoyaslai @champanheandluxxury @pataytayo @nessiantrashh @dustjacketmusings @saltydreamcollector @generalnesta @simpingfornestaarcheron @arinbelle @a-court-of-valkyries @azrielsgirl @swoopingoccamy @vasudharaghavan @vidalinav @sv0430 @nessianforlife @claralady @sayosdreams @malluzia @dealfea @kylosmomm @unlikelypersonalknight1

This townhouse had been in Rhys' family for generations, its living room a witness to almost all their hangovers, but now that the happy couple had officially moved in, the space was unrecognizable. Feyre's paintings hang on every wall, and instead of the mismatched cups they had collected over the years, a new set was now waiting to be used. The boxes with the old stuff were stored away, so Feyre and Rhys could start filling the rooms with their own belongings.

Cassian's heart warmed when he saw the place. Of course, a part of him missed the sense of familiarity when he entered a room, but at least he got to be part of the new memories they would make here.

The joy of the night was that, and collecting the jackpot. "How in hell did you miss this happening?" Cassian poked fun at Amren, who hadn't guessed correctly in the poll made almost 10 years ago about who would move in with their partner first.

"I thought you and Az would move in together and be the type of roommates who have the entire block wondering if they are really good friends or really good friends." Amren wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, and Cassian roared laughing again. She waved her piece of paper in the air accusingly, as if it was his fault she lost.

Fifty bucks wasn't a fortune, but it was definitely more than the others got. Mor had trusted her own ability to find a partner quicker than the rest. Amren had put all her eggs in the basket of a bromance that never happened. Az himself had been 15 years old and in love, and therefore it was Mor's name on his piece of paper. And Rhys, in an unexpected turn of events, had tried to make a joke out of putting Amren's name on it next to a poorly drawn knife, as if implying she would be the first one to move in with her partner, but violence would be involved.

Not only didn't he win, but, to his disappointment, he didn't even get a laugh out of the crowd.

So Cassian was now fifty dollars richer than he was that morning.

"I'm a little hurt no one put me." He confessed, the grin still hanging on his lips.

Rhys rolled his eyes. "Come on, man, you know you'll be last. I think Amren's hunch was right: You'll live with friends until all of us move out." The collective agreement when all the guests laughed, had Cassian frowning. "What?" Rhys saw the need to explain himself when he saw Cassian wasn't joining in the laughter. "You are the kind of guy who would rather spend time with friends than anything else. And I'm not complaining!" Again, everyone agreed.

Mor went a little further with the explanation that, apparently, only Cassian needed. "Cass, we know we are lucky to have you. I would hate having to share the best friend ever with anyone but the people in this room. And your career will also benefit from it." 

Indeed, his prospects to go pro within the next year did benefit from him not having to divide his time three ways: football, friends and love life. There was still something that bothered him, though. But Cassian knew he should be grateful for how blindly his friends trusted that he would always be there for them. That was his role, after all. Good, reliable, always willing Cassian.

It's my fault, I'm the one who never sought a love life in the first place. Cassian thought, trying to rub it off.

But the itch didn't go away—not fully. Deep down, Cassian knew it didn't make sense, as Rhy's dream career was the exact same one he was pursuing. And love had never been something he was expected to give up in order to achieve it. Just the opposite: they were here celebrating it.

"I mean," Amren was adding now, as the conversation had kept going without him, "we don't even have enough chairs to grant you a plus one, so even if we wanted that for you," She shrugged, "we can't afford it."

Ouch.

"Yeah, I get it." He laughed without feeling it, doing his best to mask it. The topic clearly wouldn't die until he agreed. "As me being in a relationship would be inconvenient for all of us, I promise you I never will." He placed a hand over his heart as he made his vow.

As simple as that, everyone moved on.

The paint color for the walls was perfect. Were they thinking of adding a lamp in that dark corner? Mor made a point to mention how trendy wall molding was at the moment, and Az made a point to mention how that kind of feature only collected dust. The extra cleaning was a dealbreaker for Feyre; she had noticed in the last few days how much dust the paintings collected and wasn't planning on spending even more time cleaning the walls.

Football and the draft being around the corner was the next topic, one Cassian was thrilled to get into. He expected to be picked in the first round, and so did Rhys.

"You've got it, man." There was not a pinch of doubt in his friend's voice. "My dad heard our city's team wants you, so it's a done deal. Next season, you'll be playing for Velaris."

"It would make more sense to pick you in the first round: quarterback, team captain and the mayor's son." Cassian argued.

Az didn't fully agree. "I don't know, Cass. Your stats are better. If they don't pick you in the first round, you might not be there for the second one."

The three of them got deep into the discussion and stopped paying attention to whatever the girls were saying in their parallel conversation. From time to time, Cassian caught Feyre mentioning her sisters or her parents. He knew they hadn't taken her decision to drop out well; otherwise, she wouldn't be here with her life packed in boxes. He made an effort to pay even less attention to her. Feyre's family was a topic he would rather not hear about, for his own reasons.

"There is an implied pressure for the other teams not to pick Rhys if they go with you in the first round." Azriel was insistent on the fact that Cassian would be picked by Velaris' team first, then Rhys in the second round. Cassian wasn't so sure, and Rhys was on the fence. "Obviously, the mayor's son playing for another city wouldn't sit well with anyone."

"Do you see how offensive it is to imply the only reason the team wants me is my dad? I am the fucking captain in the college league!"

"Yet Cass has been MVP for the last three years. Out of four." He added, more worked up by the second.

"I mean, it is a factor, Rhys." Cassian wasn't planning on fooling himself to protect Rhysand's ego. His dad had intel on the team's plans, and knowing that was enough to figure he was part of the conversation... and conclude what that meant. 

Neither of the three was budging. "He is your father in some way too." Rhys tried arguing.

Rhysand's parents had fostered Az and him for a couple of years and treated them like their own, that was true. But they were in their twenties now, and while Rhys was getting a townhouse as a gift in the middle of the semester, Cassian and Az paid for their shared dorm on campus themselves. The three of them would always see each other as brothers, Cassian had no doubt, but in reality, Rhysand's father had long ago stopped taking care of them as such. His mom, though, still had them go over for dinner at least once a week, and made sure they had presents under the tree each Christmas.

Just like the last one, the topic of the draft died unresolved, and the night went on. Board games were followed by charades, and the wine kept flowing, making it harder every round to perform.

Cassian did his best to play a horse, although his teammates were having a hard time understanding his gestures. He laughed and drank, focusing on the game as the back of his mind remained unsettled. As he played charades, it played with the idea that something was off tonight.

Perhaps it was the boxes in the living room, so similar to the ones where he and his mom used to put their few belongings when they moved from one tiny place to another. The flats she could afford were never bigger than this living room, and their things had certainly never filled them as much as Feyre and Rhys' did. 

It could also be the topic of the draft. Of course, he wanted to stay in the city with his friends, but, as Az had pointed out, his chances were dependent on how much influence politics had in the decision.

The annoying rumble troubling him could, of course, be caused by the same anguishing fear that had a month ago settled in his mind and conquered it. It took on a new form now, but the dilemma was the same as it was the last time: What did he want, and what was he willing to pay for it? In the scenario where Velaris' team didn't pick him and another did, accepting would mean leaving this place behind—his friends. So, again, was his career on the list of things he was willing to sacrifice in order to keep life as he knew it unchanged? It was hard to tell right now, drunk as he was. Especially considering he had been regretting his first call from the moment he made it.

Cassian was repulsed by his own cowardice.

Despite his inner distress, he didn't let any of it show. He was present in the board game and alert enough to stop Amren, his assigned partner, from launching herself over the table and slapping Az when he caught her cheating. Az's life was saved, Cass was thanked, and the balcony door was opened so the smokers could take a break.

"I got this." He let Feyre know when she started picking up the game pieces to tidy up the table. "Why don't you go set up the karaoke?"

She did. Or tried to. Where had they packed it? "If you were me yesterday, would you say the karaoke belonged in the miscellaneous box, the living room miscellaneous box, or the home items miscellaneous box?" She asked him across the room, pointing at each one at a time. They were now alone. Feyre pouted. "This was supposed to be a relaxing weekend! I can't believe I exchanged a spa for an unpacking season." 

They both laughed.

"Don't rush it, Fey. You have a thousand little rooms to fill, so the labels you wrote before coming here won't help you make sense of anything."

"There are so many rooms, right?" She smiled. "Not now, of course, but maybe after we've made this place ours, we can start tearing down a few walls and make it more of an open concept."

Nodding, Cassian closed the box that contained the game and put it on the shelf they had taken it from. "I like the little rooms, though. I like the privacy of small spaces better than large floor plans, which I wouldn't know how to furnish." He went to help Feyre figure out the boxes. Two sets of hands and eyes would, or should, find the karaoke faster. "I grew up sharing one-bedroom apartments with my mom. The living room would sometimes be the kitchen as well. Or that, plus the bedroom, not gonna lie."

Feyre nodded, understanding. She had lived like that for a few years as well, when her father's company declared bankruptcy. That was a long time ago, though, and the estate Cassian had wandered through last month was proof of it. Like businessmen do, her dad had found his way up again. Cassian had learned at a young age that connections were more valuable than money itself. If you knew the right people, doors would open for you, no matter what.

That was the problem, wasn't it? Some of the people he was competing against knew everybody, while his claim to success relied on his talent alone.

"How do you imagine your place?" Feyre asked. "Something small in the city?"

Cassian laughed. "The opposite. I want a big place. And far away from here. With a large garden for the dogs I'll have to run." Feyre confessed to liking the idea of animals as well. "I'll have my things all over the place. Not in my room, because the entire house will be mine." She smiled and imagined the place he was describing. "I'll need long hallways to frame all my football memorabilia. I've been collecting it since I was a kid, and it will be the first thing to find a place for. Then, we can fill the rest of the walls with her books, but my football stuff goes first."

Eyes wide, she opened her mouth to say something, but Cassian was too into the picture already. "Plus, I can build her the shelves, but the signed shirts have to go into these specific glass frames. They are custom-made, so I need to take care of them before anything else."

"Right, I'm sure she will understand." Feyre murmured.

Shit.

"I mean, whoever. I might even get the house before I get a girlfriend and won't worry about it for a long time, so whatever." He laughed, struggling not to stumble upon his words. "That's why my things have priority."

"Yeah, it makes total sense." Feyre pretended with him. "You go first."

"Nesta's spoiled ass won't be happy about that." Mor's voice took both Feyre and him by surprise, and the new homeowner almost dropped the bundle in her hands back into the box.

It could be because he had never been able to lie to Mor, but he didn't try to mask the feelings soaking his words this time. "That was unprompted."

"No, it wasn't. You were thinking about her." She countered, as if that explained the comment. "How do I know?" She read his mind again. "Your face changes when you do. You look more stupid than usual."

The silence was awkward, and none of them moved. Cassian didn't want to talk about Nesta right now. And if Mor didn't like her, which was clearly the case, then why did she even have to bring her up?

Feyre was the first to react, but that wasn't much help. "I'll go look for the karaoke in some boxes I have in the bedroom." She excused herself and left.

"What the fuck is your problem?" He snapped when they were alone.

"Do you know how hard it is for me to see you plan your life with someone who doesn't care if you live or die?"

Cassian crossed his arms over his chest and took a step forward. This was not the day to be condescending. "Do you know how fucking insufferable it is being told what you should and shouldn't do as if you didn't have a damn brain of your own?" Mor was taken aback by his sudden aggressiveness. "Keep her name out of your mouth and let me live my fucking life."

He didn't raise his voice, but he was cutting with every word. Mor just stood there, speechless. Cassian didn't know what had taken over him either, he only knew Mor had broken a candid moment between him and Feyre with nasty and unnecessary comments. The first fucking good moment he had had in the entire night.

"Go ruin someone else's life with your self-centered advice, Mor. You are done with mine."

Feeling offended brought her back to life. "I'm your friend, it's my job to protect you!"

His face was probably redder by the second. "From what? A 125-pound girl that needs glasses to read the ingredients on her cereal and spends her afternoons studying the names of pharmaceutical drugs?" The surprising choice of words for his description of Nesta stole a shocked laugh from Mor, as well as from Cassian, unfortunately. That seemed to lighten the mood. "See, now you've made me roast the girl I want!" He accused, a smile lingering in the corner of his lips. Mor was doing her best to contain hers, and he appreciated the effort. "I really want to be with her —read the labels for her and distract her mind when she is burned out. Do you really have reasons to dislike her so much you must stop me? Can't you just get a fucking hobby?"

Accepting that she didn't, in fact, have a specific reason, Mor nodded her head. Cassian saw a glimpse of regret for what she had been doing in her eyes, even if pride hid it again a moment later. All was said, at least as far as his need to defend himself and Nesta went.

"I am sorry, Cass. I am sorry I let some of that ugly overprotectiveness get between the two of you... and us. But you have to understand that I don't want things to change."

Her voice cracked in the last sentence, and Cassian couldn't stay mad because he understood. He understood Mor better than the rest, hence why he expected the same thing from her in return. She had always reciprocated, which was probably the reason it had taken Cassian so long to see she was actually sabotaging things for him. He would have never thought to be wary of her, of all people.

There had always been a silent recognition between the two. It was a bond that never turned romantic, but both had always been painfully aware they had, to some extent, sacrificed their own happiness for the group. Cassian never pursued a love life, knowing they would never be okay with someone taking his focus from them. He had at times wanted to, but the fear of losing what they had in the process and being left out had always stopped him.

Mor, on the other hand, had endured almost ten years of yearning from Azriel, only so she didn't risk the group having to pick between the two of them. Again, out of fear she would end up losing the only people whose presence in her life mattered. She always got that, and saw the same fears in him. Shouldn't she sympathize with his stance more than anyone else? Shouldn't she be the one having his back at this crossroad, where desire to have a life beyond this friendship finally rivaled with the guilt of not doing what was best for them? Now that Cassian, for the first time, was willing to explore which was greater?

In order to protect the group's integrity, Cassian had let the one person he had ever wanted to be with get away.

"I really am." She muttered. They shared a knowing look, and this time, Mor's pride didn't cloud the hurt and regret in her eyes.

Chewing the inside of his cheek, Cassian ran his hands through his hair and said nothing. She reached for her purse, a bag way too big for daily use that somehow was always full to the brim. He saw her dive inside through the corner of his eye but didn't really pay attention until she put a white card in his face. "Here. This is for you. Feyre and I were going to use it, but plans changed." He rolled his eyes and said she needn't make him a gift to compensate, he knew she was sorry, but Mor insisted. "Just take it, will you? And go." He agreed, uncomfortable, just so this would end.

His friend seemed to be waiting for him to do something else, although Cassian wasn't sure what. He looked at the card, as she may want him to be more excited about it. That's when he saw it —the name for the reservation. "Archeron." He read. "How am I supposed to get in, Mor? This is in someone else's name."

The sassy, confident smile was back on his friend's lips. She winked at him and palmed his shoulder. "Let this be my olive branch to you two, okay?" Cassian was starting to join the dots. "And pack a suit!"

[yoitsmano]

Tabloids

Keeping Jade’s name out of the headlines had been easy enough before. But now that she was pregnant, her name seemed to be everywhere.

West Heiress Unmarried, Unmated, and Pregnant?

Who’s the sire? Does her father know?

Robert West’s Daughter Pregnant!

Who’s the Daddy? What does Robert have to say about it?

Jade West Secretly Married? Expecting baby soon?

Who’s the lucky guy or gal?

Jade West spotted with baby bump!

Does Robert approve of the sire?

It was starting to get annoying that these people thought they knew anything about her life without even so much as a sit down with her. Not that she would accept, her private life is her private life. She’s never been one to want to be in the spotlight. The only attention she needed now was from Tori, who had just returned from the store to grab her favorite snacks and some oils to rub her feet with.

Carrying her child was taking a toll on Jades ankles. Babies were heavy. But Tori was ever the doting alpha and wouldn’t let her do any unnecessary tasks.

But the photos on the covers of those magazines were when she went out with her brother to buy new maternity dresses, while Tori was at work. It seemed she grew two sizes overnight.

Tori’s job had been changed from Pool Cleaner to mucking out the stables. Robert was being petty but she was still earning a paycheck, so she wasn’t mad about it. He wasn’t thrilled about Tori getting his daughter pregnant. But even he could admit that violating her HIPAA rights and trying to force an abortion on his daughter was wrong. So he didn’t outright fire the insolent alpha pup. The young Vega seemed to genuinely love his daughter, and was not just acting out of territorial alpha instinct. It didn’t mean he had to be happy about it.

Robert was startled from his thoughts by a magazine being slammed into his desk. He looked up to see his son standing in front of him. “What’s all this?”

“Your daughter’s name being dragged through the mud. Absolutely non of these headlines should say unmarried. Tori’s already got her a ring and proposed to her twice.

Robert didn’t say anything, instead pouring himself a glass of whiskey.

“Why won’t you get your head out of your ass for once and let Jade marry Tori? Give them your blessing.”

“The stable hand has no business marrying a woman of such high status.”

“She’s only the stable hand because you put her there.”

“Exactly! She should be lucky she still has a job. Both she and her father.”

“She doesn’t need a job, Dad. We’ve known the Vega’s since before I could walk. Since before Jade was even born. You know as well as I that Tori could take care of Jade without you. They may not be Billionaires, but they come from money. The only reason Tori is still putting up with your literal shit is because she thinks you will eventually come around and give her your blessing.”

“She’s already done enough without my blessing.”

“You should know at your age that Tori wasn’t the only one involved. It takes two to tango.”

“Oh I’m not the only one who knows. My entire staff were taking bets on how long it would take me to find out. They even defiled my study.”

“Oh I know, I was the one who found them. Did you ever stop to think why they were starting to go to places that you could easily find them? Jade has been trying to get your attention for years. But you’re always off on your business trips. It’s no wonder she fell in love with the one person who wasn’t afraid to give her the love and attention she craved from you. You treat her like an object to throw money at, when all she wants is her father to see her as a person and to love her.”

“She’s my only daughter, of course I love her.”

“Don’t tell me that, tell her.”

“I shouldn’t have to say it.”

“You do to Jade.”

[smolwritingchick]

The Bangtan Gal Chapter 25- Found It In Big Hit

Chapter Summary: Jennie finally opens up to Bangtan about what went down with her old group

Words: 1,000+

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Storming back into the dorm, Jennie ignored the greetings from the guys and made her way to the bathroom, slamming the door. Namjoon sighed as soon as he heard the door slam, running a hair through his hair as he made his way to the couch. 

"Is she okay?" Jimin asked with concern.

"Yeah, the hell was that, all about" Yoongi raised a brow.

"What's going on? Did something happen?" Jungkook asked with his eyes filled with worry. 

None of them have seen her so upset before.

"We had an uninvited guest confront us. I want to talk to her as a group once she comes out." Namjoon replied.

"Who was it?" Tae asked

"Her leader from her old group."

"Ah! I wanted to know what happened! She never talks about it."

"Yeah, well now I saw why."

Ten minutes later, Jennie walked out wearing jeans and a random shirt. Watching her walk into the living room, Namjoon called her out.

"Jennie, we need to talk." He gestured for her to sit on the couch.

Letting out a sharp sigh, she shook her head. "Namjoon, please, I don't feel like talking about it. What's done is done. We should've just left when she came."

"Jennie." He repeated in a serious tone. "We're all concerned."

"You guys don't need to be."

"We all want to know what happened. Please just tell us." Jin spoke up as they all stared at her.

"I don't like it when you're troubled," Hobi added. "My munchkin should be smiling, not frowning."

"Fine! Okay." She let out a sigh. She made her way over to them and decided to stand. "I need to stand for this. I don't like thinking about it, it just always makes me sad. So, hopefully, I won't cry."

She let out another breath. "When I was 13, I signed a one year contract to be a part of this girl group. The reason it was just one year is because it was a trial run, to see if the company could do well with a young girl group. I auditioned and managed to get a spot with four other girls. We all became great friends, things went great. We were adored by many. We got popular fast, thanks to the company partnering with Disney. You know how Disney stars can get." She shrugged. "But as time went on, my leader, who you unfortunately met Namjoon, her name is Hailey. The fame...it started to get to her. It was something that I feared when I first started performing."

"As a performer, I don't want to change because of the fame. I try my best to stay humble and grateful for all the opportunities, I have received. But Hailey, she wanted more. And since she has her connections, she got more. So, she started to get more attention, being in more magazines, photo shoots and stuff. I was happy for her, I was happy for all the girls because they also, slowly but surely did more things, too. But I was just sitting there, wondering, okay, what am I supposed to do? I want to do something. Anything. I play the guitar, maybe I can play it for one of our new songs or make a cover."

Shaking her head, she crossed her arms. "I hate not being productive. Like this is a career. I want to work and do stuff. Not sit around. Yes, I love relaxation time, but when I was waiting, I felt like I had too much relaxation time. To the point where I would get bored."

"We made more songs as time went on, but the company told me not to dance as hard as I wanted to because I would overshadow the rest." She let out a dry chuckle, shaking her head in disbelief.

"I was put in the back for the dances. I mean I didn't really care, that I was in the back, you can't always be in the front, y'know? I didn't mind that, at all. But I just didn't like how they made me want to look sluggish."

She continued while they just stared and listened. 

Jungkook frowned at her words. He knew how passionate she was about performing, but hearing the things that she wasn't able to do, made him upset.

"I started not to get any lines for our songs. So, then I was like, okay, could I at least do the harmony? I'm good at that, let me harmonize with someone, but no, I was basically just dancing, not doing anything else. Like even if you want me to do any oohs or whoas in a song, I'll happily do that, at least I'm doing something. Even if it's just one word or one line in the song, I'll be happy."

"All of them got their solo songs. The company told me that each member would be getting their solo song. So, I was like, okay, cool, I can't wait for it to be my turn. And then I waited...and waited...and then I was like, okay can I do one now? I continued to wait patiently as they told me, you will soon, just wait. But it never came. Maybe they thought I wasn't ready for a solo song or something. But it is what it is. I'm not dwelling over that." She waved the thoughts away. "Our contracts were about to expire and the company was expecting us to renew them. Their trial run for Amity was very successful and they wanted us to sign a seven-year contract. Thinking long and hard, I realized I didn't want this, anymore. I had to leave. It may be selfish to some but I had to leave, I couldn't stay in that environment. I thought, let me find someplace better for myself. I wanted to work with a team, as a family. I want to contribute, even if I don't sing or something, let me play the guitar for you."

Pacing around, she let out a shaky sigh. "It hurts...it really friggin hurts...when you think someone was your friend, this whole time but gets more things and ends up being a different person. It was so cruel. It was like the fame for almost all of them changed them and they became bitter. The company really sucked. Don't ever go to Songstress Entertainment. Mind you, I'm still going through puberty and they wanted me to diet and not eat as much. Like, come on, I still have my baby fat, stop trying to make me look a certain way, I'm fine with how I look. My body is going to change anyway, I'm still young and growing. And I sure as hell wasn't going to starve myself. I got people calling me a snake because of Hailey. She's so bitter about me leaving. Always thinking I'm never going to get anywhere in life because I'm not with Amity, anymore."

Leaning against the wall, she continued. "I don't think I've done anything wrong. And I feel crappy for leaving one of my friends, behind." Her voice got shaky as she breathed in and out in a shaky breath. Her chest tightened as she started to cry. Sliding down to sit against the wall with her knees up and arms resting on them, she started to break down. "I haven't spoken to her at all and I hope she's doing okay. I feel like a shitty friend because she told me to stay in touch, and what did I do? I didn't. She probably hates me, now. She hasn't done anything but support me through everything. And I miss her so much. I feel bad, but I don't regret leaving. I feel like it was the best decision for me. The environment was toxic. It wasn't fun."

The guys silently watched on before they made their way to her, sitting down in front of her.

"Please don't cry!" Jungkook murmured, looking helpless as he grabbed her hand, squeezing it. "I hate it when you cry."

"Don't cry~" Tae sat next to her and wrapped his arms around her neck, pulling her close into a warm hug.

"Smartie, I don't think what you've done is a bad thing. Don't beat yourself over it." Yoongi calmly replied, wiping the tears from her eyes.

"Yes, please sweetheart, don't cry," Jin spoke up, trying to console her.

Nodding, Jennie continued, "I couldn't just sit there and let them leave me hanging, I wanted to do something. But when I wanted to do something, they wouldn't let me. I wanted to contribute more to the group but they wouldn't let me. So, what is the point of me being in the group? To be a cute little girl? That's not what I signed up for. I want to sing, I want to dance, I want to work on the songs, anything! I want to be exhausted after performances and give it 110% every time. I want to perform like it's my last performance, not being told to hold back. I want to sweat, bleed, and shed tears as I work hard. That's all I ever wanted, being a performer. And I found it here, in Big Hit. With BTS. And I'm happy."

"And we're happy that you're here with us. And we'll never tell you to hold back, only to work harder. We're a family, always remember that." Namjoon patted her head.

Hobi decided to stand up and do a goofy dance to make her laugh. Jin and Namjoon follow suit, doing their trademark goofy dances.

"Jennie~ don't be sad~" Namjoon sang goofily. "Smile~ I want you to smile~"

She couldn't help but burst out in laughter when he began to sing out of tune. As soon as everyone heard her laugh, they cheered, jumping up and down and applauding as they all stood on their feet.

"She's laughing! We did it!" Jin cheered.

"Group snuggle!" Hobi offered as he wrapped his arms around her, snuggling against her cheek.

Everyone else followed his lead, creating a big group hug.

"Thanks, guys..." She happily said, overwhelmed with joy. "I'm sorry I didn't open up about it, sooner."

"If you want, we can make a diss track?" Yoongi offered.

"When I'm better at rapping, I'll create one with you. Come on, let's get ready for K-Con. We have a long day ahead of us."

[marinerainbow]

Tagging: @slashingdisneypasta

I've mentioned it once or twice here and there, but I haven't really gotten in detail about it before.

I headcannon that Smartass was married once, but then was divorced before the events of the movie. But I haven't talked about how this came to be, who his spouse was, and how Smartass is taking the separation now. So, I'm gonna talk about that today.

(That gif should be in reverse. I'm sorry)

Alright, the first big question. Who did Smartass marry and how did they meet?

I don't plan on giving her a name or backstory. I kind of want others to fill that in if they want to (that and I already have way too many OC's as is). But she and Smarty met while he was in law school. She was a waitress in a diner he found himself frequenting during his studies. She found him charming, even if he was distant, and he started to warm up to her. Even if he was hesitant to admit it, he liked her company.

Eventually, she decided to ask him if he wanted to pick up dinner with her. Mostly because he wound up losing track of time and stayed in the diner after her shift ended, and had only ordered coffee the whole time. But also because she wanted to see what he was like. Don't ask me how, but she managed to convince him to go with her, and that became their first date.

They actually didn't take that long to get married. Only dating for a year before Smartass decided to pop the question. She was his first official relationship, so he thought that this was the time he had to propose. She accepted, and they had a nice but quick wedding. Neither of them really had family to invite to the wedding, except Smartass' brother Stupid and his friend Greasy, and a couple of her own friends, so the wedding wasn't too big either.

However, after that, it wasn't too long before the marriage became strained. They both were young, and had just assumed they were ready for the married life. But they did try to make it work; they still loved each other at the time. However, things came to a head when the school found out about Smartass' criminal life style.

The whole gang wasn't present at that point. At that point in time, it was just him and Greasy, and Stupid was starting to join the gang too. They didn't commit too big of crimes yet, and Smarty didn't have as much power back then as he does now, but they were still wanted by the police. Smartass had gotten into law school under a different name, thinking he could find a way to use the law to protect them if he got the license to be a lawyer. And his wife wasn't too happy when she found this out.

It wasn't just his double life that made her want to leave him, there were other factors too. He didn't treat her wrong or anything, but they just weren't ready for marriage and the stress of it all was getting to both of them. But finding out she didn't know her husband as well as she thought she did was the final nail in the coffin for her to tell him she wanted a divorce.

I think at first he may have been heartbroken. Like I said, they still loved each other. But he also would have realized at that point that A) he can't force her to stay with him. You can't really blame a gal if she doesn't want to be tied to the crime life. And B) the relationship had run its course by now. So, he gave her what she wanted. They split their assets evenly, and they never saw each other again. And by far, he hasn't remarried again.

Now. Does Smartass miss her? Well... It's complicated.

Once they separated, he could fully see that there were too many forces against them for them to last long. So, in a way, he's kind of glad that they ended on good terms instead of growing to resent each other like his own parents did (long story).

But some days, when he's feeling down and sentimental, he does miss what they did have. And sometimes, he looks back and wonders what their lives would be like today if they hadn't gotten divorced. That and, Stupid does miss his former sister-in-law. That's an extra twist to the heart.

But, the dice have been rolled now. They can't go back to the way things were. Even if Smartass wanted to pursue her again years later, she's no doubt heard of the big name he and his pack of weasels have made for themselves by now; the chances of her changing her mind on having a crime boss as a spouse is pretty slim.

They both have their own, separate lives now. And they both agree that it's just better to keep it that way.

Well, I hope you guys liked this serving of angst today. Any questions you guys have I'll be happy to answer ^^

[weirdthoughtsandideas]

Why you should watch Tudo Igual SQN on Disney+

What is it about?

It's about this friendgroup consisting of four main girls named Carolina, Beta, Trix and Amanda. The main-main character is Carolina (Carol for short) - her deal is that her mother is going to marry a new man, so now he and his son Tomas is moving in with them. And life with a new stepbrother that likes to play loud rock music, never leave the bathroom and just annoy you all he can... yeah, you've seen this type of story before... but, at least Carol has her friends! Besides her home life, the rest of her life should be just the same... or not. So what's going on with Carol's friends? Aka, the ones with the more interesting storylines

Beta is her closest friend and she often spends her time crashing on her brother's couch - this is because, she does not feel seen at home. Her parents are always working and when they are home, she feels like they don't even care about her. So, this seek for affection and approval by someone leads her to get closer to Tomas (who also is a little left out due to... being new in town and he's also struggling with the new family situation yk)

Amanda is the token straight of the group a girl who's very into dating boys. So much so that she dates several of them at once. But she never learns their names, she always calls them "pool boy", "environment boy", "gym boy", etc. When she's not chasing every boy she sees ever, she is the most caring and wonderful friend. Also she ironically is the only one here with a gaydar.

Trix is a girl who seems to have it all figured out. She has the most perfect and supportive boyfriend, she's the top of her class and she's applying to a film school in the US. So everything is going great for her, right? So... why doesn't she feel satisfied? Soon she gets to know Pri, who is an environmentalist and also starts their class in school. Trix feels like Pri is the only one who is really honest with her sometimes... and she starts to question things.

What's in this show that might be fun?

Really good scenery! They live in Rio, so lots of beaches, mountains... really nice background views

Female friendships!

Girls being girls

Gals being... pals...

Canon lesbians (!!!!)

A very beautiful outdoor wedding (with a female officiator! How many shows have female officiators tbh??)

People fighting for the environment

Found family

Mother and daughter bonding

Surprisingly a lot of references to Hamilton (the musical)

Sk8ter girls

Honestly just the slice of life energy

Is there anything to warn about?

Yes, something happens in the last five minutes of the last episode and I don't dare to say what, cause the rest of the show is pretty normal in comparison, but just... if you feel this odd feeling while watching? You will know why in the last 5 minutes.

Also in the first five minutes of the first episode, Carol asks Trix if she and her boyfriend have... well, she does not say more than that but it's very much implied what she meant. But what's a little strange is that they never say anything about that subject ever again, they just did it in the first 5 mins and then sticks it pretty child-friendly for the rest of the season lmao.

Is this show available in other languages?

Yep, around 15 dubs available and around 20 subs available. If you don't have your D+ in portuguese, the title probably won't be Tudo Igual SQN. It will either be "Todo Igual o no" or "All the same or not" depending on if you live in a spanish speaking country or... just any country where they neither speak portuguese or spanish.

However, the english dub still for some reason presents the title in portuguese, and yes it sounds absolutely ridiculous when they try to say it

How many seasons is it?

One! But due to how season 1 ended, I very much suspect a season 2.

Some other comments I have about it

It's based on a book apparently! The book seems to only be out in Brazil, though.

Also don't trust Tomas. He may seem like a good guy who's just a little moody, but... yeah, you'll see :-)

[sleepyowlwrites]

sleepy attempts to recall the premise/plot of some of the books she read in high school

The Safe-Keeper's Secret by Sharon Shinn premise: there's a girl who people tell their secrets to plot: I don't remember, guess I should reread it

Dragon's Keep by Janet Lee Carey premise: there's a girl who was born with one finger as a dragon claw and people think she's cursed or something! plot: she has to go learn about being part dragon? guess I should reread it

The Storyteller's Daughter by Cameron Dokey premise: it's a retelling of 1001 nights plot: this girl inherited her mother's ability to read stories in cloth and it's a retelling of 1001 nights, I am still going to reread it

Fairest by Gail Carson Levine premise: this girl named Aza is considered to be ugly and beauty in in the eye of the beholder plot: she strikes up a friendship with a prince, I think, and there are magic shenanigans? the writing style is delightful and smart, looking forward to rereading it

Black Ships Before Troy by Rosemary Sutcliff premise: it's a really short iliad retelling plot: it's a really short iliad retelling

The Light of the Oracle by Victoria Hanley premise: there's a girl who can talk to birds? I think? plot: no idea, got to reread it

Ever by Gail Carson Levine premise: this girl falls in love with an immortal and can only be with him if she becomes immortal by passing some trials plot: she goes through the trials (this book was the first time I read something in alternating first person povs, every other chapter no less)

Princess of the Midnight Ball, Princess of Glass, Princess of the Silver Woods by Jessica Day George premise: fairytale retellings, 12 dancing princesses, cinderella, and red riding hood respectively plot: in midnight ball, the guy who figures it out KNITS. we stan. in glass, it's a foot, not a slipper. I don't remember the twist in silver woods.

The Singer of All Songs by Kate Constable premise: magic is controlled by songs and people can only use one type/sing one type of song. except the mc, who can! plot: they have to go on a quest and I do not remember any of the details.

The Naming by Alison Croggon premise: magic users are called bards and there's this guy the winter king who is ruining the land or whatever and our main gal is plucked from obscurity to become a bard. plot: she learns to be a bard and there is SO MUCH WORLDBUILDING. SO MUCH LORE. SO MUCH HEFT. story? don't really remember.

Faerie Wars by Herbie Brennan premise: probably the only time I ever felt like faeries were presented as genuinely intimidating creatures, but I'm wondering if that effect will remain upon my reread plot: I assume there were wars

Eon by Alison Goodman premise: girl pretends to be a boy to train to be some kind of warrior or magic user, can't remember plot: shenanigans ensue? gotta reread

Rampant by Diana Peterfreund premise: there are killer unicorns plot: girl trains to kill the killer unicorns, I think

The Diamond of Drury Lane by Julia Golding premise: a young girl is a thief in I think Victorian London plot: there's a mystery surrounding a diamond

Rowan Hood: Outlaw Girl of Sherwood by Nancy Springer premise: young girl version of Robin Hood, obvi plot: adventures in Sherwood forest

The Ranger's Apprentice: The Ruins of Gorlan by John Flanagan premise: young boy trains to be a ranger plot: we fall in love with the guy who trains Wil to be a ranger

The Magic Thief by Sarah Prineas premise: a boy didn't intend to steal any magic? plot: but that's what happened?

Elissa's Quest by Erica Verrillo premise: girl discovers she has magic, is thrust into a world beyond her ken plot: suddenly she's really important and must go questing and learn magic and stuff (I remember loving the first two of the trilogy and then being slightly letdown by the ending of the last one)

The Books of Umber: Happenstance Found by P.W. Catanese premise: I don't remember plot: really don't remember

this year I decided to start collecting the books I remember loving and checking out from the library more than once. I hope next year I actually read them.

[rosesradio]

Despite liking the newest Sander Sides video I'm still a bit disappointed in it. 1: Its been 9 months since the last proper one, 2: The last one being the 5 year anniversary was just filler. 3: It was an Advertisement. 4: I'm starting to get over the whole Depression Arc, like its okay to have conflict but with everyone just being awful to one another for several videos spanning years is making me depressed. Like there is very little progress being made here. Last but not least: No Janus.

wow, my first non-anon in a minute. saying something with your name attached and everything. what's up 💅

this might get a bit lengthy...i'm not sorry & i have no shame haha--

i...wasn't a fan of the new video tbh, for nostalgia reasons it was nice to see the guys again, though it felt stale and repetitive. i'm sure you've heard...and i'll probably say more than wanted lol

it seems to me that the last almost half a dozen videos have been fillers. i mean, it's almost worse than when i was posting fics to wattpad at 14, posting a chapter, three author's notes, then another chapter six months later 😭

literally, when we backtrack we have:

1.) the plush ad

2.) the gavin sides (nothing wrong with gavin though the vid was really cute)

3.) bloopers

4.) the five year anniversary

5.) bloopers

and then, finally, working through intrusive thoughts, which came out a little over a year ago. that was the last legitimate sanders sides video in my eyes, at least. the others may have had more plot hints, but that was the last one with actual plot that i can remember.

to advertise that advertisement as a legitimate video, to place it in the playlist, is an insult to fans that have been excitedly waiting for content. what thomas & crew should do is take advantage of the asides playlist and put more of this stuff in there (to be honest, they should have three playlists: the actual sanders sides videos (ex: intrusive thoughts), the asides (ex: gavin's sides, the anniversary) and the bullshit sides (ex: any and all overhyped and just-slightly emotionally manipulative advertisements))

but i digress

to address your next point, you are absolutely right. the arc is tiring. seeing characters in constant conflict with no resolution or end in sight makes for terrible fic motivation, trust me. you'd think with all the fillers there would be room to breathe, but it just seems so off-kilter with the original content that it seems fabricated.

i wonder what the finale will look like. but that's a whole other can of worms.

no janus.

yeah, no janus and no remus, except for the bit of his hand in one frame. another ts crit user on here went into a bit of discussion on why they may have not included their plushies, and i can link it if you want, but it basically boiled down that they probably only wanna market the "core four" and not any of the "freaky" sides. not quoting from anyone, just a theory.

i'll admit janus and remus scared me a bit as a 14 y/o lol, so i never bothered making or taking in content with them, but for the sake of other fans, i wish they were included too. we've waited long enough

just like you've waited for the end of this ask lol. i think that was all, thank you sm for the ask, i enjoyed breaking this down. until next time <33 (no, we're not gonna take it easy guys gals and enby pals--)

[minorisato]

did i piss you off? serves you right!

transformers / rodimags / wc: 726 / warnings: NA / notes: gyaru au! when roddy and maggy first meet, takes place before the other stories~

The first thing that Magnus notices is her hair. The second thing he notices is everything else.

She’s a walking infraction, really– hair, accessories, even the uniform. Bleached, overdone, made showy. Her shoes are chunky boots, definitely not school-approved. Her nails are so long, they should be classified as weapons. He can see her bra, despite not trying to. Her skirt is rolled up far too much, and while he couldn’t see anything, others definitely could. And really, any make-up at all is on thin ice, but a fake tan? Don’t you think that’s a bit much? He’s explaining all of this to her, jotting down each infraction dutifully on a detention slip, when–

“Ohhhh,” she lets out, “you’re the neurotic guy Meg mentioned.”

Magnus freezes, pen to paper, eyes blown wide. Neurotic guy? What?

Before he can regain himself and actually form a coherent response, she’s already trounced off without the slip, a bounce in her step.

He was right– her skirt is far too short.

~~~~

She’s in his first period class.

Roll call– Magnus, here. Rodimus, here. Rodimus, can you stop playing on your phone? I’ll take it if you don’t. Rodimus, stop tapping your boots, they’re distracting. Rodimus, don’t turn that into a paper airplane. Rodimus, I said stop playing on your phone.

She’s a nightmare. It’s day one.

~~~~

After class, she actually approaches him, which he’s shocked about. She’s chewing gum, one hand holding her bag, thrown over her shoulder. In the other hand, her phone, with a horrible (definitely uncomfortable to hold) phone case (comprised entirely of warm colours.)

“Rodimus,” he greets her, bowing his head slightly. “You left before I could give you your slip.”

She grimaces. “Ah, yeah, see, that’s true, I did do that, but that’s also not what I wanted to talk to you about?” It’s not a question, but her inflection makes it sound like one. “I was actually wondering if I could get a piccy of the notes?” She holds up her phone. “After you stopped glaring at me, you were writing, like, a lot? So I assume you have them?”

Again, Magnus freezes, eyes wide, staring at her. Is she being serious.

He grabs the slip he’d written earlier, silently handing it to her. She scoffs, reluctantly taking it from him, and then shoving it into her bra. “Does this mean I can’t get a pic of the notes?” She asks, pouting slightly.

Magnus digs his teeth into his bottom lip. It’d be wrong to deny her this– all students deserve a fair shot, a chance to succeed. Even Rodimus, as much as she’s annoying him. Still silently, he extends his notebook to her, and she smiles as she angles her phone, a little click noise being heard.

“Thanks, Maggy!” He bites his bottom lip harder. What. What. What. “I knew I could count on you.”

“My name is not Maggy,” he strains, gripping his notebook so hard it bends. He has a headache.

“Would you rather me call you neurotic guy?” Rodimus asks, smirking.

Magnus can taste blood. His eye twitches. “I’ll see you in detention,” he hisses, hurriedly grabbing his things and escaping to his next class.

~~~~

Second period is blessedly peaceful in comparison. He takes his notes diligently, comfortable knowing that a gal will not be asking him for a picture of them. His lip has stopped bleeding, and his headache has begun to leave him.

It’s during lunch that he feels it coming back.

“Maggy!” A voice calls, followed by the clacking of heels against tile.

He turns just in time to catch a glimpse of Rodimus, running directly at him. She has a group behind her, all varying degrees of walking dress-code violations themselves, but he hardly pays any mind to that. It’s entirely impulse that he, too, starts running, in the opposite direction. He can hear howling laughter as he does so.

He ends up eating in the office.

~~~~

Detention is just him and Rodimus. Normally, there’d be at least a few more people, but Magnus was so preoccupied with Rodimus, he suspects he simply didn’t notice other rulebreakers. He smacks himself for his lack of diligence– and for running earlier, he shouldn’t have done that.

Rodimus is sitting there with her arms folded. She’s supposed to be writing a paper on what she did wrong, but she hasn’t touched the sheet Magnus gave her. She’d immediately attempted to get on her phone, but was dissuaded when Magnus explained she’d be stuck there longer if she did. “Do you seriously expect this to accomplish anything?” She spits, pouting.

Magnus sighs, setting down his own paper. “It’s supposed to give you a moment to reflect. Give you time to think about how this will affect your future. Some students also take it as an opportunity to work on homework,” he explains. “Can you at least do that, Rodimus? I know you have homework, we’re in the same class.”

She groans, scribbles something on the paper, and smacks her pencil back onto the desk. Thirty minutes later, on the dot, she rises and slams the paper on Magnus’ desk, before strutting out.

All it says is I didn’t reflect on shit.

He bites his lip again, tearing at the skin. The paper crinkles where he holds it. Hate is a strong word. He knows it’s a strong word. It’s rude, it’s dramatic, and a strong word.

Magnus hates Rodimus.

[kirric-the-fan]

Power of hope precure ep 9:

Making this as I go as I can already tell this is going to be a big one

IT IS! IT IS!! Lots of caps and spoilers under the cut, so seriously, go and watch the ep first before reading.

As always, spoilers under the cut:

- straight in with a Rouge action open

- ooo her attack's weakening

- AAAAAA flower blip again, this time as Dream. Not good not good

- Sakiiiiiii so worried about her bread

- so her parents want her to take over the bakery. No wonder she's nervous.

- Saki forgot the ring. SAKI FORGOT THE RING

- HAPPY SAKI!! love this gal!

- yes nerd out Saki Love your love

- They're all fans of dark night light

- OH SO NOW YOU THINK THEY SOUND FAMILIAR?! TOOK YOU * LONG ENOUGH

- Ofc Komachi is still hung up about the clock tower. Writer's brain knows what's up.

- "Like what?" Saki dear, there's being oblivious, and then there's watching an entire fleet of Precure fly over your head and not thinking 'maybe I should help.'

- hugs for Saki. Many many hugs for Saki.

- Takkun. We know your name now.

- NOT MAI ASKING TO TAKE HER OUT. AJFLAJHDJSKAKAKFJKSKSJ I HAVEN'T LEARNT ENOUGH JAPANESE TO KNOW IF THE PHRASING WAS DATE ADJACENT BUT THE SUBTITLES ARE SENDING ME and I can dream

- sky tree sky tree sky tree sky tree

- lajdjaldjkakahsjlalallfhdn ofc the sky tree property developers are back. This is gonna be hilarious. Bit more cautious this time...or maybe not

- yes Mai. Nobody knows Saki like you.

- OOo evil tree plant creature

- yayyayyay eyecatch

- YES THEY ARE HERE!!!! GOATS!!! to the rescue!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

- "If you leave everything to humans, the world will fall into ruin." Oof

- A HUNDRED HUGS FOR SAKI OMG GIRL I JUST WANT TO PROTECC

- Oooo twin time flowers

- wait

- IT'S HAPPENING!!! THIS IS NOT A DRILL IT IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING!!!! THEY TRANSFORMED!

- guys, you needed to update the music- the background sounded so crunchy compared to everything else oof

- Okay, I'm gonna go back and get a screenshot of that, because I was gonna say that Bloom and Egret look so pretty kicking ass but then Egret kicked the monster and looks ridiculous

The culprit: (Yes I know smear frames are one thing but this just looks weird)

- Yes!! Iconic attack to finish!!! I wonder if they get an advantage because they take the power from the earth and land around them

-yay Saki is talking to people! Finally. All that worry for nothing

- Okay, I'm starting to like Takkun

- Precure connections really helping out now. love that

- ofc those two do a dramatic reveal

- back to the bell tower.

- okay, so everybody has a time flower, all usefully colour coded, and it's bad bad.

- OH SHIT!

- So Nozomi's in trouble, and her time flower is dying (maybe?) We saw a petal fall, so consequences are getting really real now

- okay yeah, we all know that telling them not to transform into precure anymore won't work out. It'll be interesting to see how that pans out next week.

See you then!

[getmemymicroscope]

As 2023 has become, personally, 'the year of the book' (12 books down; 2 in progress, including the weekly Frankenstein emails; 3 just checked out from the library), movies have sort of taken a backseat. There was also that spell of TV shows, but binging most of 1 season of Arrow and Flash (yeah, didn't even get a full season done!) threw in enough angsty drama that I almost threw my remote at the TV, so that's taken a backseat again.

I have turned on a couple of movies - that Kevin Costner/Gary Oldman/Tommy Lee Jones/Ryan Reynolds (in a guest appearance)/Gal Gadot (also in a guest appearance?) movie ... Criminal, I think it was called; Kuttey, the new Bollywood movie on Netflix - but didn't really make it too far into either one...

Actually, on that note, about Criminal - I get why they pick the person they did, based on the set-up of the story (much like why I get that that show Stitchers picked the main character that they did). But heavens, when you make our protagonist such a heartless/horrible person, it makes it very, very difficult to keep going. Maybe he'll become good over time, but seriously, when you start out and give us someone with zero redeeming qualities (and then, even worse, make the entire think start in present day and then tell the whole story in flashback), it's very hard to make it far enough to witness that progression.

But, anyhow, The Terminator. Obviously, now being almost 40 years out, the basic plot is pretty well known. That said, they do a good job at the beginning of introducing two characters (later named as Terminator and Reese) and not really telling us who we should be rooting for. I mean, sure, one of them sticks his hand into someone and pulls out the guy's heart (usually not the sign of a hero; aforementioned horribly written, unsympathetic protagonists aside), but then, the other guy steals a homeless man's pants and eventually a gun, so he's not exactly perfect either.

Of course, things eventually become more clear as we see more and more death, and eventually the story is relayed to us (and to our protagonist). And they go on the run, trying to survive (or, at least, keep her alive). She does a pretty good job initially of not listening to him (sure, I get that, it's not exactly the most believable story) and then, later, after just a few hours, being so in love with the guy that she refuses to listen when he says "run" - and almost gets herself killed in the process.

All those cops in the station, and it seemed like only one of them even hit The Terminator. I mean, sure, it wouldn't have done much of anything, but like, how bad does your aim have to be in a small hallways to miss over and over again. And I mean, clearly they've made his character semi-invincible, but I've been wondering that a lot while watching Doctor Who as well - all of these stories, it's like every single villain is completely unaffected by any sort of weapon, and like - how is that possible. And more importantly, why the fuck is that still everyone's go-to, is more usage of weapons. I mean, the old Doctor Who stories have plenty of issues with that, and with just how stupid every single human is that immediately discounts the Doctor simply because "I am clearly right" and they refuse to see otherwise until they're dead (no human, essentially, has any sort of moral compass or any desire to do great for humanity - which I guess is also very fitting for the current day-and-age).

Having never seen any of these movies up til this point (I know), I'm excited to see where the series goes from here.

[srsansing]

Jumper

By Samantha Sansing

It was 5452 in the Republic. I was twenty three soon to be twenty four. I had thought I'd gotten away renting a studio apartment close to the college. I was wrong because my mother canceled my apartment and used my name to rent a three-bedroom house for her, my little sister, and myself. I shook my head at the memory of me finding this out. “You're the big sister.” was the reason my mother gave, it was the reason she always gave for not letting me do what I want. I was the eldest in her mind. I was supposed to take care of her and my sister especially since my father died.

I just finished dropping out of college because there was no way I could go to school, work a job and live in the house my mother chose as acceptable while they both sponged off of me. I needed a full-time job that paid well and I need it now. As I was heading off of campus wondering what I was going to do and so lost in thought that a false step had me about to tumble down some stairs. I brace myself but nothing happened.

As I looked to see what happened I saw a man had stopped me from falling. He wore a bandanna and the little glimpse of his short hair I could see was silverish white with some blue tinge to it and the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen. Looking into his eyes I felt this connection like I knew him, like we were one and the same. I didn’t have words to describe that moment. Just that I wished he was my brother.

I got my footing back and he smiled. “You alright?” He asked.

“Yes thank you, that would have been very bad.” I said lamely collecting my belongings that had fallen here and there. He helped.

“Looking for work…Grace?” It was like he didn’t think that should be my name. I kind of thought the same myself.

“Yup.” I said popping the p.

“If that’s the case.” He said handing me my papers and a card from his wallet, fully standing this man was six three and must have been early to mid twenties. He wore black military grade cargo pants with a black shirt and a military vest along with a utility belt.

“My name is JaLally, I work for Eros Space Security. There's a big recruitment fair going on this weekend, starts on Saturday at eight am.”

“Thank you, I’ll be there.” I said.

“Great to hear it, tell them when you arrive I sent you. They’ll direct you to the right place.” He said about to leave. “Oh come dress ready for physical labor.” He said then left.

Saturday came and I was ready. I dress in clothes that are easy to move in. When I got there at the entrance I told them what JaLally said. The guy in the booth gave me a once-over chuckle and said. “Good luck.” I was directed to an elevator with thirty other people waiting for it.

A tall dark man came out of the elevator wearing combat boots, black military cargo pants, and a black t-shirt. He ushered us in. He was helping us strap in like an amusement park ride. Once everyone was strapped in, the elevator plummeted down. Had to admit I like thrill rides. I even went parachuting, and bundie jumping to get my mind off things. When the elevator opened I could have sworn I was in a science fiction film or novel.

“Come on follow me newbies.” the man said as he went from a tall black man to a black lizard man. “Names Guro welcome to the Alliance.'' All thrity of us couldn’t help but be impressed as he went through the information of the Alliance. Been establish since the Republic 1000 and the top side as they called it had no idea of it.

We came to a large open space of a room with other people already sitting in the bleachers, Guro directed us to sit as well. We filled in and as we waited I grew more and more in awe of where I was.

In that moment we heard calls like native tribes from Gal or Asher would make and then she appeared, her ears were not like human ears at all they were so different and she had a tail long but I couldn’t place what animal it reminded me of compete the way she ran was like a cheetah and the tail was being used for balance and a quick turn.

In an accented voice she said to us all, “My name is Narita I am the general of the jump unit. I do not look it to you people but I am five hundred and twenty years old.” I was floored at this she was much older then my twenty three years. “I will be blunt the jumper team is not for the faint of hearted, you need to be an adrenaline junkie with daredevil and insane thrown in.” this cuased a few shouts from the group. “But you also need to be able to control all of that in a reasonable and rasional manner.” she said.

Listenign to her talk about the jumper team and unit was thrilling. New worlds, non-humans, she herself was what the Allainance called a foriegner. She was from the planet Sernix and came from the shadow tribe along with the captain of the jumper team Zerdadi. “Death is always hanging over a jumper.” Narita said, “if you are afraid of it then this is not for you and we will find you something else because unlike what you read in books or watch on tv there is no device or machine that wipes your memory once you know you know and there is no going back.”

She ended her talk and instantly the room changed to an obstacle course. “Stretch out for those who are staying and then make your way on through training beings now. Those who don’t wish to stay can go with Guro, He’ll get you to the right place for a different job.” out of the thirty I came with only ten of us remained. Out of the ones that were already here when we came in fifty remained.

Training began and it wasn’t easy.

[angelplummie]

Okay so like for starterssssss, I love getting represented as a chubby gal 🥺🥺 so I love you for writing that last Oikawa imagineeeee 😩😩😩

Soooo, I was wondering if I could request a plus size reader that really likes Kuroo, (and he’s like a super cliché bad boy🤰🏽) but he’s too embarrassed to be seen with Y/n. So she starts to hit on his friend or try to make him jealous. (I want you to add your own little idea here! But likeee, make her a baddie 😘😘)

Thanks baby 😚

HE’S A SCUMBAG DON’T YOU KNOW

KUROO X CHUBBY F!READER

Angsty?? kinda, a pinch of suggestive stuff

masterlist

post girlboss was referring to

a/n:i decided to go for emo / anger issues / definitely has punched a hole in his wall kuroo, just cuz i love writing losers, and i love seeing grown men cry. reader is like 20/21 just like college age yk, kuroo is 23 as stated in fic. p.s where my artic monkey hoes at

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex n specific sexual acts, suggestive stuff, uhhh bad boy but he’s not a (bad boy) he’s just a (bad) (boy) he’s just no good, like no fr never date guys like this, he may SEEM COOL and give you the dick but girl you will be so embarrassed once u realised u gave up the kitty for a man that genuinely believes tame impala and mac demarco are unheard of and calls himself an empath even though he’s mean to his mum every time she comes over to help with the laundry and has manipulated every girl he’s ever been in the vicinity of but i digress! on with the story!

“Kuroo-!” you yelped in surprised, bed bouncing beneath you. The second he had thrown you down, he ripped off his shirt and made a noise of frustration when he couldn’t shed his skinny jeans fast enough. Brows furrowed, he began hopping furiously to yank them off.

You laughed, much to his annoyance.

“You’re gonna hurt yourself if you keep up with that. What’s the rush?”

He sighed, and carefully pulled them off his ankles. Standing up straight, he seemed to have composed himself, with that cocky smirk on his rugged face. Your eyes trailed down his lean, long body. It was all you could do not to scream, he was so gorgeous. He took a few sweeping steps to where you lay, and got right on top of you, hands either side of your head. His eyes bore into you, it made you squirm internally, not that you would ever admit it.

“Just want you so bad, kitten.”

You barked out a laugh as if your heart didn’t jolt at his stupid pet name. It was such a stupid name, but coming from him it made you melt. Again, not like you’d ever admit it.

“Ew, Tetsu don’t call me kitten, it’s cr-“

He cut you off by leaning down and kissing you, you could feel his snake bites against your bottom lip. He groaned softly, shoving his tongue down your throat. He tasted like his sour apple vape, and his hair was soft when you ran your fingers through it. You could barely contain your butterflies, eyes squeezed closed.

“Come on babe, you know you like it.”

No matter how many times you and Kuroo hung out, it always felt so fresh. Maybe it was because he was exciting, or because he was a little bit wild, you didn’t know.

He leaned down closer to you, getting on his elbows, deepening the kiss. He pulled away and smirked at your breathlessness. With a slender, ring adorned hand, he reached beneath your top and cupped your tits over your bra. He gave them a sharp squeeze and started placing chaste kisses on your neck. He was considerate like that, didn’t leave hickeys because he knew they’d be hard to cover for you. He groaned as he jiggled the fat of your boobs in his hands,

“God, you have the nicest tits, babe.”

You had been dating for nearly 3 months now, if that was what it was. To be honest, you weren’t really sure what you were. You hang out all the time at his or your place, there was rarely a time when you didn’t have an ache between your legs, one way or another. He didn’t really take you on ‘dates’ but chatting to him was fun in itself, you didn’t need to go out to do that. He didn’t necessarily say romantic stuff either... but he didn’t not say romantic stuff either? He beat up your ex at a party one time! That had to mean something right? He exactly wouldn’t tell you how he felt but he showed you, kissing your cheek or tilting your chin up to look at him or kissing your neck or feeling you up. But that usually led to sex, so you couldn’t be certain. It wasn’t like you only screwed though, you watched your favourite movies together... although the last couple times he just started fingering you. You showed him your playlists? No no, he showed you his playlists, his sex playlists. There seemed to be a common theme here. But... there were times, afterwards, when he would pull in you so tight, tell you how good you were for him, how well you did, how pretty you looked. Any doubts you had were gone after a few hushed words on his tobacco reeking rickety old bed. You’d never really had a relationship like this before, but you assumed it was just because Kuroo was so chill. You were probably boyfriend and girlfriend, he just didn’t feel the need to announce it, he was laidback like that. So what if you guys had a lot of sex? Weren’t you a new couple? Wasn’t this just the honeymoon stage were you can’t get your hands off each other? You didn’t want to seem high maintenance and nag, so you let it be. He was sweet enough to you, right now everything was good.

Until it wasn’t.

A clatter sounded downstairs, the door slamming open against the hallway wall.

“Kuroo! Hey man, I brought some California!”, a voice called from bellow.

Kuroo broke away immediately, spit trailing from your neck to his pink lips.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” Kuroo mumbled, pushing off the bed and scrambling the pick up his discarded clothes and shove them back on.

You sat up, disgruntled, rearranging your bra strap from were he’d kneaded at it.

“What’s wrong? Who is that?”

He shot you a glance before continuing to yank back on his jeans.

“Uh, so change of plan, I can’t do tonight. I need you to go home. Discreetly.”

What?

“What? Tetsu, I’m already here,” you scoffed.

What was going on?

Why was he acting like this?

You had never seen him so... frantic.

“I know babe, and I’m really sorry about that, but my friends are here early than I said.”

“So? Can’t I meet your friends?”

He didn’t reply for a moment, just let out an exasperated breath, zipping up his fly.

“Well, yeah you can meet them, just not with me. I don’t want them knowing that I-“

He cut himself off, but you had heard enough to understand.

There was a beat of silence, only disturbed by Kuroo’s friends calling for him.

Your mouth hung open, and you scoffed in shock.

You shouldn’t be surprised really. It’s so obvious now that you think about it. So that’s what this was. That explains everything. He didn’t really like you, he was just using you. That’s why he didn’t take you anywhere, or why he didn’t show you he cared. It was because he didn’t. He wasn’t “afraid of getting close to people” or “emotionally distant”, he was just upfront about not giving two shits about you aside from your vagina. I guess he didn’t want his friends to know he was furiously screwing a fat girl any chance he got. He was embarrassed of you. You were something to be ashamed of. Your stomach jerked as you got to your feet. You were pissed, but that didn’t mean it didn’t really hurt. You had liked him. A lot.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

You could see the panic in his eyes, it was quite funny actually. Of course you new what it meant, but it still made you feel a little better to watch his eyes widen like that, to hold a shred of power over him.

“I mean- well I didn’t- come on babe you know I didn’t mean it like that-“ he laughed nervously, not noticing the footsteps in the landing. You rolled your eyes. You may have been naive, but you certainly weren’t going to fall for his shit again. Whatever he spouted.

“Don’t give me that bullshit. Just say it, your embarrassed of me.”

“Y/N, please, don’t you think-“

Two men burst through the door, one with spiked grey hair and one with fluffy black hair.

“Kuroo! What the hell are you doing up here we’ve been-“ the grey haired one, stopped when his eyes went from a shirtless Kuroo to you.

Your eyes flickered to Kuroo, he looked mortified.

“Ah. I see. Well, Akaashi, we better give these two some time, we can just-“

“Oh no, I was just leaving,” you grabbed your jacket from on top of his chest of drawers and turned back to the two men, putting on a big smile, adrenaline and fury spurring you on.

“I’m Y/N, by the way.”

Your eyes shot to Kuroo, who looking like get was about to shit himself.

“You probably haven’t heard of me, me and Kuroo have actually been having sex for three months. He kept it a secret because he’s embarrassed of me. We should hang out soon though!”

“Y/N-!” Kuroo yelled, exasperation clear in his tone, but you were already descending the stairs.

He came into the hall, hands rubbing his temples.

“Y/N just come talk for a second, I can-“

But he was cut off by the door slamming.

You got in your car parked outside and sped away.

The whir of the engine and the monotony of the roads cleared your mind a bit, a mist of anger still remaining.

You can’t believe you let yourself be tricked. you were a fully grown woman, but you had been reeled in hook, line and sinker. Not only had you been reeled in, you have been reeled in by a man that still had tik tok LED lights in his room and a fucking monster can collection at the age of 24 fucking years old. The more you thought about him, the more you realised how much of an emo loser he was. Of course you were still hurting, but it was more of the angry hurt you feel when it turns out your crush is homophobic or something (been there done that, don’t ask). He was a waste of oxygen, you had decided by the time you made it back to your apartment. A waste of perfectly good space that could most definitely not get the kitty anymore. You got inside your house, pulled on some comfies and got on facetime with your friends.You told them all about what happened, and they passionately bitched about him with you, confirming your suspicion that they never liked him in the first place. They also told you to forget about his existence, he wasn’t worth a slither of your brain power, he was dirt compared to you. All in all, you felt marginally better, saying goodbye to your friends while they still giggled about how stupid Kuroo’s hair was.

This was just a speed bump, you thought as you tucked yourself into bed, you would get over this.

Fast.

“Who’s Bokuto been talking to all night?” Yamamoto leaned over to ask Lev, shouting over the blaring music.

It was a week after you had thrown Kuroo to the curb, and he was out with a couple of volleyball friends, some from Nekoma, but there was also Bokuto with them.

“I’m not sure. I think it’s Y/N something? She’s in class. She’s pretty chill.”

Kuroo’s ears perked up, and he turned around to face his friends up against the bar.

“Bokuto’s talking to who?” he said through gritted teeth.

“Y/N. She goes to my-“

“I know who Y/N is,” kuroo snapped, taking a swig of the beer in his hand and scanning the dance floor for either one of you. He found bokuto first, shoulder against the wall, holding a drink as he leant down to have you whisper something in his ear. That’s when Kuroo paid attention to you. You looked... you looked gorgeous. He felt jealousy creep up inside him. How many times had you been out looking like that since you broke things off? How many guys had you slept with since? How dare Bokuto chat you up when he knew you two had been a thing? Wasn’t he meant to be Kuroo’s friend? As Kuroo wound himself up, you and bokuto continued your extremely pleasant conversation.

“I just wanna say, sorry about Kuroo. He’s a real bonehead, but we’ve been friends since high school so I can’t ditch him.”

You snorted into your cocktail.

“What?”

“Bonehead?”

He frowned and straightened up indignantly.

“Yeah, and? What’s wrong with bonehead?”

“No no, nothing, it’s just very Legally Blonde.”

He beamed down at you.

“I love Legally Blonde!”

“You do? Me too!”

This big beefy man was very cute, you had been talking for nearly three hours now, but you never ran out of things to say. And, aside from the obligatory introduction compliments, he had not made any move to try and get you into a wendy’s bathroom as quick as possible, which you couldn’t say of yours and kuroo’s first meeting.

He had dreamy eyes, you noted as he smiled for the nth time that night.

“Whose your favourite-?”

“What the fuck are you doing man?”

You glanced scathingly over to the familiar face of your old fling.

“What?” Bokuto asked back, clearly done with his friends bad boy shtick.

“Why are you talking to her when... when you know?”

“What’s there to know? I’m talking to her because I want to, and she wants to.”

He looked over to you for approval.

“Right?”

You nodded, a little nervous. You hated Kuroo’s guts, but you knew how weirdly possessive he was, you didn’t wanna cause trouble for Bokuto.

“See? Now I don’t think she wants to see you, right?”

He looked at you again. You nodded again.

“Ok? You guys are over, now are we done?”

Kuroo huffed. His eyes flitted from Bokuto to you, remembering you were there most likely, and he scowled.

“No, we aren’t done, what are you trying to pull anyway? Trying to piss me off by talking to someone I know? Are you really that petty? Well, your little plan is working, so just-just stop, ok?”

You felt like screaming. You had just come out here to have a nice time, not listen to Kuroo’s narcissistic whining.

“Can you just fuck off? Was I not clear enough or something? You’re dead to me, Kuroo. I’m just trying to have a nice night.”

Kuroo’s mouth gaped open. He had never been spoken to like that, never. He clenched his fists at his sides and his glare intensified.

“You’re lucky I gave you the time of day, fat ugly slut.”

He grabbed Bokuto’s shoulder roughly, turning him to face him completely.

“Hey man, thanks for clearing up my sloppy seconds, really good of you. Good to know I’ve got great friends like you.”

Those were the last things out of Kuroo’s mouth before bokuto landed a punch on his cheek, knocking him to the ground.

“You’re a fucking asshole man,” Bokuto grunted.

He stepped over where Kuroo lay, and held out a hand for you to step over too. You took it quietly and trailed along behind him to the door, fingers still locked. His hands were warm, and big. Kuroo’s face must hurt right now. The thought made you smile. He held the door open for you before sighing, resting his back against the wall. You stood in front of him, twiddling with your fingers.

“I am so sorry about that,” You apologised, embarrassed and shaken by the scene Kuroo had made, “I shouldn’t have wound him up, and I shouldn’t have talked to you after I knew you guys were friends, I promise I didn’t mean to start anything.”

“Don’t be, if anything I’m sorry for not making him leave right away. And either way,” he gently reached for your hand again, and you let him take it,”I’m glad you talked to me. I’d like it if you talked to me even more.”

DISCLAIMER FOR KUROO STANS!!!! I DONT THINK HIS HAIR IS STUPID!!! it’s just when ur bestie is going thru a break up or anything entailing a male you shit talk everything about him to high hell, doesn’t matter if he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. also i have no ill will towards kuroo nor any of the characters i write shit bag fan fics about i just like to complain any way i hope you enjoyed! reblogs and replies always appreciated!!!

[mathysphere]

Tech Patterns, circa '98

(heads-up: this is long. I fell down a rabbit hole.)

Found a really cool vintage pattern while poking around Ebay (I’m ~1100 patterns in, it’s for a project, give me another month or two) and found this absolute banger of a pattern:

Earth Rise by LORRAC designs, circa 1998. It says it’s part of their ‘Science & Technology Series’, and as soon as I saw it I knew I’d give my left and right thumbs to get to see what the rest of those look like-- we talking astronomy? Chemistry? CRT monitors and the shiny newfangled Windows 98? 

A quick google brings up old listings or photos for three more astronomy patterns from the series (The Solar System, Moons of Saturn, and Jupiter), plus a single bit of technology: Anita at Cyberstitchers.com posted a photo of one of her finished LORRAC patterns back in 2004, and check it out! It slaps, too!

It is so good! I’ve never seen a cross stitch pattern like it! I’ve been sorting through Santas and floral borders and Precious Moments Angels this whole project and this smashed computer feels life-changing. (of course, it’s also uh... probably 1am this is going down? once it hits 2:00 the tumblr ads will start looking pretty profound, too)

Googling doesn’t bring up any central collections, and the only contact info on Earth Rise is a residential address in Louisiana (not even an artist’s name!). Doesn’t help that most of the photos are pretty bad-- heck, the computer one’s almost old enough to vote-- but the pic for Moons of Saturn is legible, and it’s got something new at the bottom: a website address.

http://www.neosoft.com/~cac/ doesn’t go much of anywhere anymore, but pop it in the Wayback machine, and---

We are golden!! And they even archived the gif of a cute little dog!

From this archive snapshot I’m able to slide forward all the way up to 2003 and their second website, lorracdesigns.com-- still only exists in the archive, and not all the images work, but the ones they have are magnificent.

And there are a LOT of technology ones.

Guys gals and pals, feast your eyes on Office Beanies:

You Have MAIL!!

WWW Logo (”Show the world that you are a Web Surfer with this WWW logo. Finish it as a magnet or pin and display it proudly.” heck yeah I would! I am a web surfer!)

Computer Kid

Evil Computer

and my absolute favorite, Please Logoff:

…and this last one’s a freebie, too! The PDF download is long gone, but the list of floss colors is still up. Between this image and the list I should be able to reconstruct the pattern... so wish me luck! 🤞

Only one mystery remains, then... who was the artist behind LORRAC? I can’t find a name anywhere, not on the whole site. I wonder who they were, what they were like-- they made some really funny and unique patterns, and beautiful ones, too. The pattern themes make me think that the artist was a young adult then, twenty years ago, so odds are that they’re still out there stitching somewhere. I wish I could tell them how much I like their old art. But hey, that’s the internet for you. 🥂

Anyway if you’d like to check out some really unique patterns and also feel nostalgic for the ancient internet, the LORRAC site archive is here. While exploring I also found a fully-intact Angelfire page listing dozens of other cross-stitch sites from the same era-- some may still be up, others might be archived, either way: if you need a rabbit hole, check them out! :)

[kamotoshi]

worrying their baby hates them [hcs]

anon said: Can you please write a hc for jjk (including nanami please)guys as DADS!!!!!! The idea I have in mind is like you just had a new born baby & the baby keeps crying at like 3am and so they get up to check on the baby but it won’t stop crying so they frustrated/confused as to why their own child doesn’t like them! So then y/n comes catches them being so cute and fluffy and they are like ok bby chill no need to be frustrated the baby loves you 🥺🥺 and its just cute and fluffy 🥲🥲 thank you 💜

fran says: omg pls this is so soft and ofc we love nanami for this 🥺 since I narrow my hc reqs down to two characters, I'm choosing naoya as the second jjk dad for this req hehe. thanks for sending :) and I hope I understood the prompt correctly! I might’ve run away with it as I tend to do lol

pairings: dad! nanami kento, dad! zen’in naoya; fem mom! reader

genre: fluff, reverse comfort

warnings: if you’re not a fan of lil babes (particularly newborns) n lil babe stuff in general, this work may not be for you!

notes: nanami has a son and naoya has a daughter bc it’s what the heart wanted. also. this is v soft

✧ nanami is a v responsible and doting dad who does whatever he can to support you n the lil babe. so when he hears your newborn cryin in the middle of the night, he’s up and ready to handle the situation

✧ naturally, he runs through the potential situations in his head of what could be bothering his lil baby as he goes to lift him out of the crib so he can figure out how to help. but there’s nothing clearly wrong and the crying just does not subside, even after nanami walks around the room for a lil bit with him in his arms and tries his best to calm him down

✧ the longer the baby cries, the more worried he becomes that a) you’ll have to wake up and come into the nursery to sort things out, and that b) his baby just doesn’t even like his dear dad that much. either way, he’s v tired n stressed

✧ when you wander into the room, rubbing your weary eyes, you can see the look of disappointment and failure clearly present on his face and sit down beside him to help him out

✧ as soon as you hold your son in your arms, the tears start to subside, but nanami’s worries only deepen since he’s now entirely convinced that his own child hates his guts. and for what? he’d taken care of him and was helping raise him! he wants answers!!

✧ you know how frustrated he must be with himself, so, after the baby’s calmed down again, you place him back in nanami’s arms n start cooing sweetly to him in the hopes he chills out

✧ there’s this long moment of tension during which nanami waits for the baby to start crying again since he’s got this look of uncertainty in his lil eyes like he’s just as confused as nanami is

✧ but thankfully, he reaches up to place his lil hand on nanami’s nose and open his mouth in awe (nanami’s wondering what’s so curious abt his nose). In response, he presses a couple kisses against his son’s cheek that make him smile, and suddenly all is well. baby is content and no longer crying, nanami is happy, mission accomplished!!

✧ “see? you have nothing to worry about, baby,” you reassure him and peck his cheek, “he was just being a bit picky. he loves you very much, I’m sure.”

✧ he pulls you closer for a kiss and gently places your newborn back in his crib when he finally drifts back off to sleep before crawling back into bed with you, wrapping his arms around you, and goin on a lil rant abt how much he loves you and your son until you tell him he needs sleep bc he’s borderline delirious

✧ fatherhood is definitely a bit of an alien concept to him, that’s for sure. but, since you gave birth, the two of you have been learning a lot together

✧ at first, he was a bit slow to get up and tend to your child in the middle of the night since he wasn’t sure what to do, but he learned to figure it out bc he absolutely did not want his sweet lil wife to be overworked. now, he’s up rather quickly to make sure one of his fav gals is taken care of

✧ he does what he’s been taught to do and checks for any obvious reasons as to why his newborn is so disgruntled that she’s wailing after he lifts her out of the crib. however, when he can’t find an apparent reason, that’s when he starts gettin a lil frustrated with himself. he’s a dad!! he should be able to figure out what’s upsetting his lil girl!! he thinks

✧ the lack of sleep isn’t really helping his thought process either, so he resorts to holding the baby in his arms and cooing and singing to try to calm her down. but ends up mumbling little complaints like, “I know my singing’s not great but really, baby girl?” or trying to reassure her (but more himself) by saying, “don’t worry, your dad’s got this. he’s gonna figure it out. right? right?”

✧ by the time you enter the room, he’s damn near had a breakdown bc he absolutely does not want his sweet lil girl to grow up hating his guts and he wants to be the best dad ever (so he can brag about his family goals to everyone n be like yeah suckers I really do have it all haha)

✧ but you come with his saving grace and the one thing he’d forgotten in his exhaustion: a bottle of milk. he tries to hand the baby over to you, but you give him the bottle instead and drape a burp cloth over his shoulder so he can do it on his own in the name of bonding

✧ once he starts feeding your newborn, the crying comes to an end, and she instead gazes up at naoya with wide, delighted eyes while she sips. he breathes out a deep sigh of relief when he moves her to his shoulder and rubs her back for a bit

✧ since you know he was definitely stressing before you intervened, you give him some comforting words n kisses. “she was just a little hungry, babe. you’re doing a great job and I’m sure she appreciates it. I know I do”

✧ to this he gives you a peck on the forehead before doing the same with your baby once she’s all content and ready to doze off again, and the two of you snuggle while waiting for her to settle

✧ during this time, he ends up falling asleep too and you admire the sight of both of them snoozin together before putting your daughter back in her crib and leading naoya back to bed, where he murmurs sweet nothings into the crown of your head until both of you knock out for what you hope is the rest of the night