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altbite · 1 year

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König Headcanons *Holiday Edition*

Something i thought about when going to bed. I’ll do Halloween and Christmas first. I might do this and the rest as 141 headcanons.

Also very Konig x GN!Reader + some random 141 headcanons

Platonic and Romantic

Halloween

Not into it that much. Both the kids version and the adult version.

He isn’t a drinker so he’s never gone out on Halloween (me too bestie)

He feels too old for Halloween like decorations and trick or treating, plus his size would definitely scare some kids.

If you love Halloween, you will make him join in. You will go shopping for decorations that will be around 365 days a year.

At first, he just kinda watches you fawn at all the stuff but you kept asking for his opinions on things that he eventually started planning where all these decorations would be placed.

You tried so hard to convince him to dress up for Halloween. He protested. A LOT. He already wasn’t a fan of horror, considering his job so he really didn’t to bring it outside work. A few weeks of nagging and suggestions, and somehow you convinced him.

If you were at base, you and the taskforce threw a Halloween party and everyone dressed up and everyone got wasted.

The morning after was the quietest the base has ever been and Price enjoyed the peace. If he felt like being a dick, he definitely made everyone get up for training.

If you were at home (you two share a place), you would definitely get dressed and give out candy. You made sure Konig always stood behind you towering you to spook the kids a little. They were scared a lot.

You made sure to force him to watch horror movies and he definitely held you through all of it. Man’s can handle war but not some ghosts.

He would be too afraid to go to bed and keep seeing shadows in the corner of the room. Will come to you and beg to sleep with you.

If you drank that night (by yourself or together), he would make sure you got to your bed instead of passing out on the couch.

Christmas

Loves Christmas.

A whore for over decorating.

Everything will be covered in lights. He will have the biggest tree he can find. Goes out of his way to make sure its a real tree instead of a fake one.

Stresses about what presents to get you. He sucks at giving presents but asks for a list so it’s easier. You will also give it willingly after your first Christmas together.

He will try get you everything and more, but you have to remind him not to because you will feel bad. You two definitely had to set some present rules.

He will personalize the card so much. Not the basic “Dear y/n, merry Christmas and a happy new year” bullshit. He will write about his favourite memories and jokes. Writes a list of things he loves about you. There is not a single blank space on that card.

Not much of a cook so you two have a small dinner (bro i know how far and serious Europeans can take Christmas Dinner so nun of that).

Also a whore for Christmas movies. Binges them all. Forces you to watch them, even if they are bad. You enjoy the cringe together though. He definitely pulls some of those Christmas tactics. You find it very sweet

He gives me pagan vibes, so Christmas follows those pagan traditions (i don’t know much about them and Christmas so I will leave it here and up to you)

If he is close with his family, he will bring you to his parents house and have a celebration together. They love you and you are relieved. Konig is very happy about it too.

If you are close to your family, you do the same. Your family will be shocked at the his size but love him wholesomely. He gets very shy about his movement and is afraid he might do something wrong. It takes some reassurance that they adore him.

If you don’t like Christmas for reasons, he will be very gentle about it. He will try to slowly get you into it and eventually you do appreciate it only because you love him and you try for him.

He gets you at least one special present, something very personal you can carry and keep with you, especially if you two work together. He would definitely get you an engraved combat knife.

You do the same for him. If you give gifts, you want them to have meaning.

You two also get each other Lego and spend Christmas day building them while listening to music.

Oddly, not much of a Christmas music guy. There’s a few notable bops he enjoys but wouldn’t listen to it a whole lot.

Christmas morning, he gets very excited about waking up and opening presents. After coffee of course.

Also a sucker for staying in bed and cuddling (romantic)

Or will go to your room, wake you up and sit on the floor, talking your head off til you get up (platonic)

If you two are spending Christmas on base, all of the above applies but more minimal.

Again, there will be a Christmas party and everyone will be drunk.

You all do a secret santa but it doesn’t stay so secret (blame soap)

So there’s definitely more i want to add, but its very much 141 headcanons so that will be a separate post! Let me know you if you want more.

#cod #cod mw2 #mw2 #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #modern warfare #modern warfare 2 #konig #konig mw2 #mw2 konig #konig x reader #konig x gn!reader #cod x reader #cod headcanons #konig headcanons #task force 141 #mw2 headcanons

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gulnarsultan · 11 months

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I've missed you too.*a deep breath* imagine,

Our days. Maegor was born with a deep psychotic disorder. But he's not the psychopath, that they show in the movies, no. He doesn't torture anyone, intentionally. He just doesn't know what emotions are, how they work and that other people can experience any emotions. And, for good luck or for not, he is very tolerant of pain. He says absolutely obvious and simple things, and does not understand, why people are offended by him. When a dog, that lived in the family before he was born, was hit by a car, he did not understand, why his brother was crying. Maegor, sometimes, still does not understand what is wrong.

Since childhood, Maegor has had a friend, Y/n. And she, due to the fact, that she did not grow up in the best family, is a very empathic person. Y/n is one of those people, who can tell by the steps, who it is and in what mood this person is. She always told him, what emotion he needed to portray right now. That's such a strange tandem they have developed. A deep psychopath and a deep empath.

Doctors have confirmed Maegor's disorder. And he, without thinking at all, told Y/n about it. His mother was worried, she wanted to pull her son back, but little Y/n just hugged her friend. Visenya will never understand, how these two became friends. In fact, Maegor does not feel any emotions for Y/n, he just benefits and is quite comfortable with her. Y/n once gave him advice, that he will use for the rest of his life. "Watch, what the people around you are experiencing." And looking at other people, Maegor logically concluded, that he and Y/n are friends. And years later, still observing other people, Maegor will come to the conclusion, that, if it were not for his "peculiarity", then, he would be in love with Y/n. Over the years, Maegor has developed an amazing ability to portray emotions. Y/n is proud of him. But he still, out of old habit, looks at her, so that she tells him, what to do.

One day, when Maegor and Y/n were sitting on the porch of Targaryen's house, the girl suddenly said, that his mom was coming, and she is very angry. When the mother called her son to her, the boy thought, that his mother is upset, but not angry, which Y/n reported. He confidently said, that she was mistaken. But as soon, as the door to the porch closed, the teenagers heard Targaryen's mama throwing something furiously at the wall. "I told you, - Y/n tried to sound calm, but she felt sorry for her best friend's mom, she really wanted to help her, but she understood that she was powerless here. - Go to her. Comfort her. - When Maegor and Y/n started to disperse, the girl pushed her friend in the shoulder, - just not as usual! - Maegor thought, it was supposed to be a good joke." At his grandmother's funeral, Y/n pushed Maegor in the side, and gestured to him, to start crying. And as usual, Maegor obeyed. One day Y/n will be asked, if she is scared of him, if she is not afraid of him. To which the already grown-up girl will shrug her shoulders indifferently and answer that no, she is not afraid of Maegor. And why should she be afraid of him? He sees no reason to hurt her, physically. They are still working on the emotional component, Maegor quickly understands, what Y/n likes and what not. If Megor wanted to be bad, he would have been. She's not afraid of him. Why? After all, he is a good and loyal friend. He cares about her, cares about others as much, as he can.

Once, when they were both almost adults, Y/n did her best not to laugh, when some girl openly flirting with her best friend. This girl is literally hanging around Maegor's neck, and he doesn't understand. He looks at Y/n with some, even degree of panic, so that she tells him, what to do, how to react, but Y/n laughs at him! Y/n doesn't help! In general, this poor girl never managed to sleep with Maegor. Y/n was practically crying with laughter. Maegor doesn't understand, what's so funny.

Years later, when both are already adults, Maegor will propose to Y/n to get married. Y/n, of course, will joke about it, but in the end, she will agree. If it wasn't for Maegor's illness, he would have loved his children immensely. But even being a psychopath, he is a good, caring and super protective father. And a husband.

He tries to be a good father to his children and a good husband to his wife Y/N.

#maegor targaryen x reader #maegor x reader #maegor x oc #maegor targaryen #maegor the cruel #game of thrones

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ariainstars · 6 months

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Red, White and Royal Blue: A Movie Like an English Waltz with a Kick

I had practically given up on watching stories about same-sex relationships some time ago; for a while, I thought the reason for my growing indifference was that not belonging to the LGBT+ community, I am not directly involved. It took me a while to realize that I was simply sick of watching stories with sad endings, good as they may be otherwise.

Same-sex love stories in my experience very often have a tragic ending, with the possible exception of the Netflix show Heartstopper, which is nice and interesting to watch without being overdramatic. Also, there were Beautiful Thing and Maurice, two enjoyable movies that most viewers today probably hardly remember. Despite their positive ending they are serious in tone however, not exactly fun.

Red, White and Royal Blue burst into my world catching me by surprise and all but sweeping me off my feet; I immediately fell in love with the movie and am fully on page with anyone who is already asking for a sequel.

First off, I must say that this is one of the few cases where I found the movie to be better than the novel. I read it after having watched the movie, but I could not bring myself to like the characters.

The novel is told from Alex’ point of view, so we never get to know Henry’s; and I got the impression of following a bunch of rich kids without regular lives and routines having fun being noisy and obnoxious when they’re not busy with wanting to save the world, all of them equipped with their personal therapists and consuming this or another substance. I found it heartbreaking that Henry had been in love with Alex for a long time, never hoping that his feelings could be requited; and it did not shed a good light on Alex that for a long time, he did not realize that being intimate with Henry felt so good because he was with someone who actually cared for him.

The tone and story development of the movie is different and, in my opinion, superior. These Alex and Henry are about ten years older than in the novel: the actors are neither groomed to look younger nor do they act like they were. These are two adult, grown men who know what they’re doing; the feelings between them deepen very quickly (in the book, for Alex at the beginning it seems to be nothing more than a cross between a diversion and a challenge); and they soon take responsibility for each other and their families respectively political surroundings.

Nothing shows this more than the airport scene where they actually exchange ring and key, contrarily to the book where Alex keeps the ring together with the key around his neck. His official speech after their forced coming-out was much more straightforward and convincing than in the book, and he had written it himself, not his sister; also early in the movie, the Texas campaign is his very own initiative, contrarily to the novel where his mother sets him up to do it. All of these are narrative choices which in my opinion make the story much more enticing and the characters more relatable.

The movie Red, White and Royal Blue lives largely from the chemistry between the two protagonists; there is playful banter between them and lots of fun scenes and quips that I looked for in the novel in vain. (Except for a few jokes at Philips’ expense, pitifully.) Even in their most intimate moments, there always seems to be a twinkle in their eyes; the teasing begins when they’re not even friends yet. Their happiness is joyful and carefree, not founded on the intensity of feelings of couples who know they will be torn apart. The movie’s tone is a perfect balance: funny without being silly; serious without being admonishing; romantic without being sappy.

Some well-known clichés obviously are all there: having to talk to one another due to being locked in a room, a fist kiss while both are tipsy, the lover hiding in the closet, the intolerant parent (grandparent in this case), the understanding sister… Nevertheless, the story is fresh, well-paced and never boring.

In my personal view, this movie will be remembered as marking a break in the storytelling of same-sex relationships: light-footed, entertaining and touching. While the book is a self-indulgent fanfiction, the movie is in its tone, set-up and storyline for all intents and purposes a fairy tale, except that instead of a princess we have a prince.

One of the things I loved most was that in the end, the couple does not reunite in a castle or a similar luxurious environment, but that for their happy ending they leave their wealth behind and retire to a simple, comfortable home and an everyday life.

I had a smile on my face almost the entire time while watching this movie. And I hope there will be many more light-hearted movies and novels centered on same-sex relationships following this, instead of the usual heart-wrenching dramas. It’s high time.

#red white and royal blue #same sex love #fairy tales #lgbt #taylor zakhar perez #nicholas galitzine #rwrb movie

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roxineedstosleep · 2 years

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Wonderbat Vs Superbat.

I have a weird headcanon inside my head, from when Jason was still quite young and showed a certain adorable fanaticism towards Diana.

Like, I imagine Jason, in Crime Valley, always looking at the TV shop windows, every time Wonder Women showed up in a fight; a little Jason who screamed for joy, along with other kids and some adults, every time Diana landed a blow or won the fight with the villain of the day.

Then, when Bruce adopts him, and he starts his life as Robin… he didn't think much of the fact that Batman probably knows Wonder Woman. Let alone the fact that Robin, on special occasions (aka, Alfred has his movie night off), can go to the League base.

And so, Jason nearly goes into cardiac arrest from the excitement of seeing his idol, eating donuts and scolding his dad for making such a risky decision last time… Then he looks down and sees her smile as she notices he's there.

And she gets even more excited to see that her dad is totally comfortable with her around. That he doesn't put up roadblocks or walls like he does with other heroes and people. Even making "boring people jokes."

So, totally convinced, especially after watching several romantic comedy movies, that it's his duty as a son to unite his father with the love of his life. But, when he asks Dick for help, he mentions that B and BigBlue already had something.

Jason doesn't believe him, because he knows his big brother is a big Superman fan, and just wants to have a cool alien stepfather. But, not wanting his dad's romance to turn into a love triangle (because he's his least favorite trope) he decides to clear his doubts with Clark anyway.

And something like that would happen:

Baby Jason, looking at Clark: So, you like my dad?

Clark, nervous about having to explain to Jason about "I don't want to ruin our friendship": I consider him a good friend Jaylad…. Best friend?

Jason: Sure? just a friend?

Clark: Uh… yeah.

Jason, pulling out a notebook full of scraps from single women's magazines: If that's the case…. Can you help me set up a date with my dad and Wonder Woman? I want her to be my new mum.

Clark, completely defeated by a 9-year-old: What?

Jason: Yeah, I can't do this all by myself. I'm little Sups. And if you claim to be my dad's best friend, that means you can help me plan their first date.

Clark: Eh?-

Jason: It's good to know I can count on you, my brother was insisting that you and Dad had a thing and-

Jason couldn't continue, because Clark - actually surprisingly - had fainted upon hearing that he had a chance with Bruce.

So now, Dick tries to help Clark on the sly about how to win over his father; while Jason, left without adult help, decides to set his plan in motion on his little own.

... and

So that in the end, everything goes out the window.

Then, in a meeting between the family, Bruce confesses that he likes both of them, and that they have been in a poly relationship for a long time, but that he didn't know how to tell them.

And all this time, Clark and Diana didn't know how to explain to their partner's children that there was no need to set them up on dates.

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moefling · 6 months

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And finally Any Way The Wind Blows reread...

I really dislike Matali. Like of the the Adults who should have seen The Mages abuse, she is on the top and she is throwing it back in Penny's face!?? (f*ck Matali Bunce)

*sobbing* but also I love angst so also 😈

Dev is a Pitch?!? Idk why but I thought he was a Grimm (tho I did read the fanfic rebel rebel just b4 starting my reread so maybe that's my confusion)

How long is Simon's tail? I'm pretty sure that based on how it's described to twist around things it's gotta be like the same length Simon is tall (5 foot whatever)...

"He already gave me a sword, but I'm not magickal enough to call it." (page 6) this is so sad, I remember seeing a tweet from Rainbow saying the Sword of Mages was still in him he just couldn't call it and just that makes me want to cry for Simon

i love that Fiona continues to use the numpty joke with Baz because that is such a real family thing to do (page 14)

Premal and Simon should have a talk... they both have very complicated feelings about the Mage (i mean Simon wins but)

Poor Penny. she used to solve all of Simons problems and now she can't so she feels useless

"I'm ready to let go - to be me again. The me I thought I was before the Mage ever showed up." (page 37)

"I hate the sight of him. All I see is what I've lost- who I was. His match." (page 62) this f*cked me up because its a call back to CO when Baz says he loves that Simon is screwed up because "they match" and that quotes is VERY popular...

"I know I'll never love anyone like I love Baz. I know he's the love of my life. Of all my lives" "This was my life to find love. The truest love. The biggest. Buti it isn't my life to have it." "I'm too... broken. I don't know how to be close to people." (page 65)

we need for Fiona moments. the fact that she is marrying a vampire but can't ask Baz if he needs to feed? (page 82)

lol Simon showing up unannounced again and commenting on Baz's clothes (page 87)

Simon cuts so deep but i love it because it's real and he is telling everything so Baz knows

"I didn't get to keep anything... What did I get to keep, Baz?" (page 91) i think this hurts even more because he still thinks he's removing his wings and tail. to literally at this moment he doesn't think he got to keep anything: his magic, his mentor, his friends, his purpose in life, the safety that came with knowing what comes next

when Simon tells Baz he loves him to me the tone from Baz questioning it was even sadder because he wasn't just questioning Simon saying it but (to me) it seemed like a question that anyone would tell Baz that

headcanon that not only was Simon deprived of a magical childhood he also didn't have a normal one so he doesn't know things like Disney movies (or really used a cell phone)

i love that Baz switches between Simon and Snow regularly even in his own thoughts

gosh this book has the snowbaz bants that i've been looking for. referencing when they were enemies but now in a funny/ cute way

"'Christ, Baz, I never thought I was straight. I never thought about it at all.'" (page 127)

""I met him the usual way.' 'You chased him off the road?'" (page 167)

i love that there isn't really any comparisons between the Salisbury's and Simon until the end. it's not shoving it in your face if you can't remember the first book (no bronze hair like Simon or Ruth eats like Simon - there is a moment where it is mentioned that Jamie sucked at reading and talking and Simon thinks same but it is Simon thinking it not a comparison someone else is thinking)

is the light touch over simulation or has Simon just never been touched gently before so he doesn't understand it...

""I can touch you less gently, but I won't love you less kindly.'" (page 222)

when Ruth gives the glasses to Simon i remember on my first read i though that was how Simon was going to get his magic back...

i'm 80% sure Lady Ruth was ready to adopt Simon before she know he was Lucy's son and i'm 85% sure she would be very fine with them using the glasses for.... other purposes

the Demon turning to Penny after and basically winking as saying call me...

"'..it was children who brought down the Mage!'" (page 399) i think we need to talk about this more. the fact that Fiona is ok with it but all the Kids have BIG trauma about it all (and f*ck Matali again for victims blaming the Kids)

Simon using a pet name for Baz 😍😍

"'And you don't have to wear a jacket in the middle of June. Do you know how jealous I am?'" (page 407)

(something half baked about chosen ones being warm to the touch)

Baz wearing this boyfriends ex girlfriends sweatshirt

a note that Simon couldn't feel magic at all after Smith zapped him

so Smith's spell.... does it imply that you can waste magic? if you only have so much? or...

so what is Simon.... is he sorta a dragon?

Notes for Snow for Christmas

i love that this exists so we can see happy snowbaz without them doing chosen one shit

i love and hate that Baz tells Simon he is coming back after a fight (page 222)

i've decided that they should tell Lady Ruth about Baz's vamp thing because she would probably blink and then offer to keep blood in the fridge for when he visits. and she wouldn't tiptoe around it either

i like that Simon takes some responsibility to not drink because he kinda has a problem with it

Question... did Baz know he was a vampire before his teeth came in..? cuz knowing his family idk if they would have told him...

do Baz's siblings know he is a vampire? Simon asks but it isn't really answered...

#snowbaz #baz grimm pitch #simon snow #simon snow trilogy #any way the wind blows

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emiehhsstuff · 9 months

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HIGH & LOW: THE WORST SERIES

HANAOKA FUJIO X OC

CHAPTER 3: LATE NIGHT

The night was chilly. There were no stars in the night sky, but the moon shone brightly, illuminating the dark street. Streetlamps flickered every second, but Rikki didn't really care and just kept walking, her earphones blasting loudly that the silent night didn't bother her while she walked alone in a deserted street. It was already midnight, a perfect scene from a thriller movie where a girl like her is vulnerable to predators lurking.

Rikki left the hospital when the doctor assured her that her brother only needs to rest and avoid strenuous activities, emphasizing the word 'fights' to not agitate his head wound. Kiyoshi insisted that he walked her home, but she declined, not able to insist further when Kiyoshi's mother called him in urgence. He didn't want to let her walk alone but at the same time, Kiyoshi knew that despite Rikki's petite figure and kind of pacifistic nature, the girl could pack a punch and her roundhouse kicks were no joke. She can take care of herself and didn't really like to depend on others, although Yasushi is always there to protect her, even way back then.

She was vibing with the song on her phone when a call interrupted. When she checked it out, it was her father.

"He's fine dad. I already gave him a scolding so don't worry. Mrs. Yokoyama and Kiyoshi's been taking care of him too."

Ever since Yasushi brought Kiyoshi and introduced him to the family, both families became close with each other. Mrs. Yokoyama had also treated them like her own children and had always been the one to patch up Kiyoshi and Yasushi's wounds back then whenever Rikki couldn't. Surprisingly, both their father and Kiyoshi's mother were once colleagues and even fought together at times. Kiyoshi was even shocked when he found out that his mother was once a delinquent herself, no wonder her slaps were fire and she herself can even intimidate the cops and the troublesome guys around their complex.

"Yeah, I'll visit her when I can. I miss her desserts."

Even now that they've moved to Toaru City, Mrs. Yokoyama was the one looking out for Yasushi and made sure that he gets to eat and not starve even for a day. That boy couldn't really cook a decent meal even if his life depended on it. The good thing was Yasushi's apartment is just beside the Yokoyama's. For that, they were grateful for her.

"Goodnight dad. Say hi to grandma for us!"

Just as she ended the call, a pair of rowdy looking adults came into view with their creepy smile. Waving at the girl which made her raise a brow. She didn't like this scene.

"Hey there little girl. Why are you alone?"

"It's dangerous for a girl like you to walk alone at night, ya' know~"

She scrunched her nose in disgust as they started to come forward, still sporting their creepy grin. She could smell the strong scent of alcohol and cigarettes as they came closer which further irritated her. She hated the smell.

"It's only dangerous because of people like you."

She simply stated with a frown on her face. This was her first night here in SWORD again, but it looks like she'll have a really eventful experience. Although, she's ready to run at any time. She didn't really like fighting, even though she can.

"Well, why don't we have fun, eh?"

The taller one framed over her short stature and held a hand to her head, his grin even widening. The other just let out a laugh, although it sounded like a hyena laughing to her.

"Come now---"

Just as the other was about to touch her, he flew a few meters away, a figure appearing at the scene which made the taller creep protest and punch the stranger, but the latter was faster and kicked him in the chest.

"It's not nice to bother and scare the girl. Leave her alone."

He stated which and the two guys run away in haste, not bothering to protest in schock and fear.

"Uhm, thank you mister."

The girl, although startled at his appearance, thanked the stranger. Bowing her head.

...

After Fujio's talk with Todoroki, he stayed for a while, contemplating about their upcoming fight with Housen and about being the leader of Oya High.

It has always been his goal to strive for the top and he's set his eyes on Oya. Also wanting to challenge the legend of Oya himself, Murayama Yoshiki. Although, they still need to settle things with Housen and the redrum incident.

"Alright!"

He stood up in his position and looked at the time. It was already midnight. He took a deep breath and decided to head home, feeling hungry with all the fiasco earlier.

"Ah, I'm craving for ramen~"

He was walking with his hands on his pants pockets, thinking about what to eat when he spotted figures ahead. Squinting to see what's going on, his eyes widened, and he rushed to the scene.

It wasn't hard to understand that the two guys were preying on the little girl, not really surprising in this part of town, there are a lot of thugs like this, so he didn't waste a second and punched the guy, also kicking the other which made them run with their tails between their legs.

Turning around to ask the girl if she's okay when he stopped, recognizing that it was the girl from earlier, the one who's said to be Yasushi Nishikawa's sister.

"Aren't you Yasushi's sister?! What are you doing here, walking alone at night?"

He exclaimed when the girl whose thanking him looked up to meet his gaze with a confused expression.

"How'd you know me? I don't think we've met, mister."

Fujio unconsciously scratched the back of his neck with a small chuckle.

"I've seen you earlier. You know......when you suddenly showed up at the rooftop of Oya High. Then Tsuji said that you're Yasushi's little sister"

"Tsuji?! He was there-- oh uhm never mind. Sorry for barging in your school. I was looking for my brother so.... yeah"

Rikki didn't know what to say, embarrassed about the fact that she just trespassed, if that was considered trespassing, then just left like nothing. Fujio chuckled at her flustered state.

"It's fine. I'm Hanaoka Fujio!"

He introduced himself with enthusiasm which took the girl aback but still smiled in return.

"Nishikawa Rikki. It's nice to meet you Hanaoka-san, and thank you for saving me from those creep."

She again bowed which earned a shy grin from the teen, his hand unconsciously caressing the back of his neck.

"Well, be careful and don't walk alone at night. The streets are full of predators, you know."

He stated and the girl nodded her head.

"Good thing I'm here. Also, I didn't expect that Yasushi has a little sister. How come I never saw you at Hope Hill? I'm sure I should have at least once, considering how we always get into fights with the YasuKiyo duo."

Rikki looked at Fujio for a moment before answering. Unknown to the man, she actually heard a lot about him from her brother, just that she never could put a face to the name Hanaoka Fujio, but now she has, and she is actually surprised. Her brother's description of him really fits.

"I was a sickly child back then. I don't go out that much so I'm not surprised that nobody would expect me to be Yasushi-nii's little sister. Especially that I live in Toaru City now. Why? Is it that surprising?"

Fujio nodded his head.

"Well yeah! Didn't expect Yasushi to have a cute sister like you, the other guys were surprised as well, ya' know!"

He stated with enthusiasm, not realizing his words which made the girl stop on her tracks. It was kind of him to offer to walk her home despite her resistance, but the sudden compliment really took her in a surprise.

"Do I really look that cute?"

She shamelessly asked which made Fujio realized his words and now, he was the one feeling flustered.

"Ah, well......yeah"

Fujio might be a straightforward person, always speaking what's on his mind and is totally shameless a lot of times, and more importantly, he unconsciously has the charm to befriend all that he encounters but he had never really spoken like this to a girl, nor has he ever walked a girl late at night.

Well, maybe except for his childhood friend, Madoka. He now realized how awkward he was, not knowing what to say next until Rikki let out a laugh which made him look at her.

"Thank you for the compliment, Hanaoka-san. Also, thank you for walking me home and have a good night."

Fujio didn't realize it, but he found himself waving back at her retreating figure, totally out of words until she is out of his sight.

It was just a simple laugh. But her eyes were definitely shining like fireworks in his eyes.

#fanfic #fight #hanaoka fujio #high&low #high&low the worst x #nakagoshi #oya high #oya kou #nakaoka #jamuo #tsukasa takajo #todoroki yosuke #shibaman #tsuji #sword #fujio x oc #original character

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artificialgrinder · 1 year

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THE DARK SEEPING IN (BRATZ FASHION PIXIEZ REIMAGINING) CH. 2

AN: In which the Devlin girls' father returns from a business trip. Breeana is excited as always, but Cymbeline, on the other hand, is acting strangely.

Here we see a revamped version of the opening scene from the actual movie. Enjoy!

"Daddy!" Breeana bolted out the front door, her arms already opened wide for her father.

The tall gate was just about closing behind Melvino when the car pulled up to the front of the Devlin house. The man didn't even drive the vehicle to the garage or power the thing down. He pulled the handbrake, left the car and ran to his youngest.

"There she is!" Melvino hugged Breeana like they hadn't seen each other in centuries. Two weeks sometimes felt like that. "I hope you've been behaving." He jested.

He didn't know about the party at Nevra's, nor did he need to. Breeana pulled out of the embrace, her smile somewhat mischievous. "Actually, we've had parties in the house every night. The kitchen burned down, and Cymbeline's pregnant."

As the two made their way towards the front door, Melvino chuckled. Fuck, he missed Bree's witty comments. "Cymbeline? She detests men."

"Oh, well, I'm glad you've taken the other stuff well."

Melvino ruffled his youngest daughter's hair. "Never change, honey. Where is Cymbeline anyway?"

"Inside . What about the car?" She looked over her shoulder to the still-active vehicle.

"Don't worry about it. The car will park itself."

As if on cue, the car began to move, the wheels turning towards the direction of the garage. In any other situation, or with any other family, everyone around would scream in sight of the spectacle.

Not the Devlin's, though. Breeana just smiled warmly. And with the flick of her hand, the front door opened, with no one on the other side to open it.

"That goddamn ghost again." Melvino quipped.

Breeana only giggled as the two finally entered the house. Her joy was diminished, however, seeing her older sister sitting on the stairs and sulking.

Cymbeline had been in this state for days now – slumpy, a word both she and Breeana used to describe moods like these, when the only emotions they could feel were negative, without explanation for why. Cymbeline may have been slumpy for days now, but the youngest Devlin somehow knew there was a reason.

Breeana let her eyes do the talking, demanding Cymbeline stand and greet their father.

There was a subtle eye roll from the green-eyed sister, which Breeana didn't miss.

"Home sweet home!" Melvino said with a relieved sigh, hanging up his coat by the door.

Cymbeline only smiled, just for a moment, before it was gone again. And yet, she still stood up from the stairs, made her way to her father and allowed him to embrace her.

Breeana almost commended her, like the girl was a baby, having just learned how to show such affection. But Cymbeline was not a child. This was not normal.

After kicking his shoes off, the reunion was moved to the kitchen. The youngest Devlin offered to make tea, to which Melvino opted for a beer instead, as he usually did after returning from a business trip. It sickened Breeana now, remembering the taste of tequila burning her throat.

"You both hungry? Let's get the grill going," Melvino made his way to the back door leading to the patio, "I can fill you in on the trip; you girls can fill me in on your week alone."

Breeana finished brewing her tea, glancing over her shoulder to her father, "the grill? It's like 9PM."

"Who cares? I'm an adult. I can do what I want." The patriarch of the Devlin family entered the outside world again.

"Cool," was the only response from Cymbeline.

Before Breeana could go and join her father, she glanced at her older sister. "Slumpy?" A small smile found its way to her face as it usually did when she made this assumption. Cymbeline would then smile back, probably following up with some self-deprecating joke.

But now, the green-eyed teenager only let her gaze flicker to her sister. "I'm fine, Bree'."

Breeana's smile disappeared.

Fuck, she was never more relieved to get out of the now claustrophobic kitchen.

Melvino was preparing the grill, seemingly unaware of Breeana's unease and how Cymbeline was just being…off. He continued to dwell in blissful ignorance as he cooked the beef burgers and took swigs from the beer bottle.

Breeana listened intently to the tellings of her father's latest business trip. By the sounds of his revelations, nothing was out of the ordinary in his world, everything operating as it should have been. Hearing this was always a huge relief, for the Devlins weren't always this lucky.

Melvino knew when something was on the horizon when some sort of threat slowly made itself known. But only sometimes did he know how to prepare for it.

As nervous as this made her, Breeana appreciated these discussions. One day, this would be her responsibility – to keep her family safe.

Sitting on the wall next to the grill, she tried her hardest to focus on her father's words, but Cymbeline would draw her attention away every so often. The older sister sat on the pool's edge, her feet brushing through the water.

Was she even listening?

"Okay, well, maybe this one will make you laugh," Melvino's voice drew his daughter's attention back to him. "I used to work at a blanket factory. But the factory…folded."

Confusion took Breeana over, just for a moment. When had they transitioned from business talk to dad jokes? When that confusion changed to amusement, she laughed. "Oh my God…"

Melvino smiled proudly, flipping the burgers.

"Dad, your jokes suck." But Breeana still laughed.

"Hilarious…" came a sarcastic comment.

The laughter stopped. Breeana turned her attention back to Cymbeline, Melvino doing just the same.

The older sister didn't turn around, her feet still dragging along the water.

"Cymbeline?" Melvino uttered, disregarding the sizzling of the cooking meat behind him.

Finally, she turned. She was smiling, her pretty face lit up.

But Breeana saw right through it. This was fake.

"It was a good joke, Dad," Cymbeline smirked, Breeana hearing the insincerity.

But Melvino's concern was diminished, his smile returning. "At least someone appreciates my humour."

Cymbeline's smile twitched. She blinked, looking away from her father for a moment. Obviously, something was wrong. But what? Breeana maintained her smile, but it was a quick beat from dropping.

"You seem kind of quiet tonight, honey. I mean, maybe it's girl stuff," Melvino turned back to the grill, checking the burgers, missing how Cymbeline scoffed. "Or…the fact it's almost your birthday." Glancing over his shoulder, he grinned again.

Cymbeline was really smiling now, red staining her cheeks. She was always the opposite of Breeana. Instead of liking things quiet, especially a birthday, she relished in all the attention.

"You excited, sis?" Breeana spoke to Cymbeline for the first time since stepping outside.

"Thrilled," Cymbeline's smile remained, but she spoke with the same enthusiasm she had when commenting on her dad's joke.

"Now, I know it's not for another while, but," Melvino placed the spatula on the counter beside the grill, "I think she deserves an early gift. Right, Bree'?"

"Sure. Go for it!" Breeana was overly enthusiastic now.

"Dad." Cymbeline finally stood, little droplets of water dripping down her feet. Her face and tone had softened. "You don't have to."

"I want to, though. You're my little girl. Both of you are," Melvino glanced between his daughters. "And I know you already know it, but I love you and think you deserve this."

The older sibling dropped her face, playing with her hands. There was something about this moment, how she was holding herself. Her shoulders tensed, mouth wobbling, as if she were about to break out into excited laughter.

Nothing really out of the ordinary for someone about to receive their first birthday gift.

"Ready? Close your eyes," Melvino said.

And Cymbeline did as she was told, letting the darkness shield her vision. She was starting to shake, anticipation rattling her. This was happening. This was really happening.

A hand found her own, lifting it up and placing something in her palm. Something cool to the touch.

"Alright. Open up," Melvino's voice sounded.

And she did it. She opened her green eyes, confusion already taking her over. For in her hand was a gold necklace with a sun pendant.

Her smile was slowly disappearing. "Oh. Wow."

"Do you like it? As soon as I saw it, I knew you had to have it." Her father explained.

"Yeah. It's… It's very pretty." Cymbeline spoke quietly. "Thanks, Dad." But she didn't lift her face, staring down at the shining object in her hand.

Her father stood there, waiting for his hug, for the excited little squeal his daughter would let out upon seeing something so precious. But when she didn't, his smile faltered. Glancing over his shoulder, he finally noted Breeana's curiosity, how she watched her older sister carefully.

"You…" Melvino looked at his eldest, "you okay, honey?"

Cymbeline's smile was gone, non-existent. She lifted her face, but her eyes faced down towards her chin. "It's just…" she shook her head, "I kind of thought…from the way you were speaking just now…it was going to be…."

If only there were a huge person-sized rock, Breeana would have just crawled right under it. Secondhand embarrassment; that's what she was feeling right then and there. Her eyes trailed off to the pool as if it would take her away from the awkward situation.

Melvino's brows were knit tight together, "it was going to be…."

Cymbeline was silent. Her gaze lifted, looking away to the pool, sucking in her bottom lip. Melvino encouraged her to speak again, so she sighed before saying, "It just wasn't what I wanted."

Fuck. That drew Breeana's attention right back. There was a statement on the tip of her tongue – who are you, and what have you done with my big sister? For it wasn't like Cymbeline to be like this. Fuck, she had scolded Breeana that one time she didn't say thank you after receiving a Valentine's card from a classmate. Cymbeline had her wild side, but she never forgot her morals.

Melvino rubbed the back of his neck, sighing heavily. Breeana couldn't determine if this was from frustration or embarrassment. Maybe both.

"Well, is there anything in particular that you'd want? Maybe I can fix this." Her father tried. God, he was the best. Even when his sister was having a brat moment, he was willing to go out of his way.

A smile returned to Cymbeline's face. But not like the one she displayed before.

There was something…almost sly…with a hint of wickedness. Finally, she looked back at her father. Stepping forward, she licked her lips, the smile widening. And she leaned forward, whispering in his ear.

Discreetly, Breeana moved closer as if she could hear what was being said. But Cymbeline was speaking too low. And, fuck, judging by her father's reaction, how his eyes slightly widened, lips parted, this wasn't going to be pretty.

Melvino pulled away abruptly, looking down at his eldest daughter. "Why?"

Cymbeline's smile remained, "Because I'm old enough. I'm mature and sensible. Come on, Daddy. You know I deserve my wish."

Realising his eldest wasn't going to scream SIKE at the top of her lungs, Melvino sighed again. How to go about this. How to go about this… "Cymbeline. Can't you just wait until your actual birthday?"

"Wait. So you want me to wait a whole month?" Cymbeline's brows were connecting, her mood evidently shifting.

Breeana's lavender gaze shifted between her father and sister. What was it that Cymbeline wanted? Her first car? $1000?

"It'll fly by faster than you know it, Cymb'. I promise. And when the time comes, I'll make sure they're extra beautiful." Melvino lifted his hands at his sides, "How about it?"

Breeana hoped her sister would just smile already, apologise for her out-of-character moment. But that didn't happen.

Cymbeline lowered her eyes, shoulders sagging. "Okay."

Not the response the youngest had hoped for, but it was the best they'd get.

The touchy subject was brushed under the table. Melvino continued to grill the food whilst Breeana resumed her post on the wall. Even though it was over, the tensity still lingered. And it was becoming painful for Breeana to fill the silence with words that didn't really matter.

Once the food was cooked and prepared, she could have screamed. What was going on in her father's head that made him think eating altogether, after a heated exchange like that, was a good idea?

Sitting at the bench, Cymbeline at her side and Melvino opposite her, Breeana tried her damned hardest to focus on the burger in her hand.

It was quiet. Too quiet.

Her lavender gaze flickered to her father, the man casting too many glances at Cymbeline to be discreet.

The older Devlin sister was much more content in playing with her food rather than eating it.

"These are really good, Dad," Breeana uttered after swallowing.

Melvino only spared her a quick look, a small smile appearing and vanishing just as fast as it was there. The man was solely focused on Cymbeline at this moment. Concerned even.

This was uncomfortable. So fucking uncomfortable. Not at all normal for the Devlin family, especially when the patriarch would return from his trips. If there was ever tension between them, it was simply because someone was waiting for their turn to speak already.

And now, with so much space to speak, no one had anything to say.

But Melvino couldn't let it continue. "You okay, Cymbeline?"

His eldest daughter lifted her head, face sort of puzzled as if their discussion hadn't happened at all. "What?"

"You alright?"

Cymbeline's green gaze flickered to Breeana briefly before looking back to her father. "Do I…seem alright?"

Melvino played with fallen leaves of lettuce on his plate. "I…I don't know. Just… you're very quiet."

Something about that…Something about what he just said clearly hit a nerve with Cymbeline. Her brows joined, a quick breath of a laugh escaping her nostrils, " quiet ? Why would I be anything but quiet when you could potentially piss me off even more."

"I pissed you off?" Melvino stopped messing with his own food now. "How did I piss you off?"

"Oh, you're not a stupid man, Dad. You can figure it out, I'm sure." Cymbeline laughed sarcastically.

"No - no. Just say it, Cymb'," Melvino leaned forward slightly, the agitation in his voice becoming more evident.

"Guys," Breeana's gaze shifted between the pair.

"I will not say a thing." Cymbeline practically spat. "You should know…why I am feeling the way I do right now."

"You're usually an outspoken person. Just answer the question." Melvino's tone was becoming sharper.

"Look, if you continue to patronise me, I'll fucking leave this table."

And that was it. Melvino cracked. His palm slapped down on the bench, the plates bouncing in place. The patriarch stood, pointing a finger at his daughter. "Do not use that fucking language with me!"

Breeana's heart was pounding.

Cymbeline was next to stand, nostrils flared, "What are you going to do about it, Dad? What are you going to fucking do about it?"

As the echo of her voice carried over the garden, the burning fire pit flickered a little more for it to be natural. Somehow, Cymbeline had shouted louder than her father. And that scared Breeana even more.

Melvino seethed. But under his daughter's gaze, the fire of the pit reflecting in her green eyes, he sat down again.

"I," Cymbeline breathed deeply, her voice shaking, "am tired of you and the way you…you fucking shelter us," she was becoming frantic, exaggerating with her hands as if trying to convince herself of her words, "you need to open your fucking eyes!"

"Oh, I need to open my eyes?" Melvino held a hand to his chest, brows raised. "Cymbeline, I shelter you, girls, because I need to. I have to protect you both in case - -"

"I told you not to patronise me," Cymbeline leaned forward, pointing her finger at Melvino. "You are nothing but a bigotted pig. Y-You think us poor little girls can't fucking protect ourselves when in reality, I have protected myself from so much in my teen years." Cymbeline's voice raised. "Jesus, you don't even know me! You - You got me a fucking gold necklace. When have I ever worn gold necklaces? Dad, if you really - really knew me, you'd open your tiny ass eyes and fucking see that all I want is freedom!"

Freedom? That's what she wanted? Now, it was Breeana's turn to be confused. Yes, their father may have sheltered his daughters, but to a certain degree. Never once had she personally felt caged by the man who raised them.

Of course, Melvino was seething. "Cymbeline, you are a smart girl. But you're not yet mature for such a big change in your life."

And with that, Cymbeline breathed out another laugh. "Well…if I'm so immature to handle something like that, then why the fuck do you leave me to babysit her for weeks on end?"

Breeana's heart stopped. Something about that statement…that word… her. As if she were a burden on Cymbeline's life. As if "babysitting" her was too much to ask.

Melvino didn't respond for a moment. In fact…he didn't respond at all.

A triumphant smile worked its way onto Cymbeline's face. "See? You're a sexist cunt."

The youngest had enough. "Cymbeline!"

Finally, her older sister acknowledged her. "I'm sorry, but who invited you to this conversation?"

It was just getting worse and worse. Who was this girl? Where the fuck did the real Cymbeline go?

Breeana was lost for words, her eyes doing the talking.

As for Cymbeline's, they burned right through her baby sister, almost as if she had been harbouring some blazing hot resentment toward the younger Devlin girl.

This was not a slumpy day.

This was not Cymbeline.

"Fuck this," the older Devlin sister grumbled, sliding out from the bench and storming toward the house.

Sure, there had been arguments. There had been disagreements. But never as bad as this.

Breeana watched her sister from the moment she left the table until she disappeared into the house. Melvino, on the other hand, just stared down at his plate. His daughter watched him, trying to figure out the look on his face. Strange, because after what just went down, she expected him to look hurt – maybe his chin would wobble, or his eyes glisten with tears he tried to keep from falling.

Instead, his brows were still crossed. His eyes shifted back and forth as if looking between his knife and fork. He was thinking, deep in thought.

"Daddy?" Breeana spoke quietly, uncomfortable. "Are you okay?"

Melvino didn't answer, as if he hadn't heard her at all.

"I'm really sorry about…" she paused, sighing. She wasn't the one who needed to apologise, "I don't even know what's wrong with her. What did she ask you for?"

Finally, Melvino acknowledged his youngest again, the confusion shifting. "Nothing."

Pfft. Clearly, not nothing. Breeana's hand found its way around her glass of water, the condensation soothing to her now-tingling skin. She stared at the fire pit, thinking about how it flickered the moment Cymbeline snapped…how chaotic it was.

"I'll… I'll talk to her later," Breeana glanced at her father, the man quickly gobbling the burger like it was his first meal in months.

Now wasn't the time to discuss Cymbeline's outburst.

But when would it be?

#bratz fashion pixiez #bratz #bratz fanfic #bratz fanfiction #bratz breeana #bratz cymbeline #bratz lina

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thestobingirlie · 1 year

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the closest any of the kids would get to seeing the older teens as a parent figure would be them jokingly calling steve mom/dad. like in reference to the scene in s2 where steve has the towel on his shoulder and hands on the hips, or when he tells them to do something in relation to cleanliness/tidiness, like in s4 when he tells dustin to wipe his feet outside of the car. It'd just be them responding with "Ok, mom" and rolling their eyes.

At most they'd see them as an older sibling figure, but that would be mostly steve. because he's the one that's been there for them since s2, and lets them get away with dumb shit like sneaking them into movies. i could see dustin and erica seeing robin in a similar light, but that's about it.

The other older teens? they'd just see them as older friends, or as friends of an older sibling (or older sibling of friends). They definitely wouldn't have the relationships portrayed in a lot of fic (or even in the show, like how was dustin that close to eddie? it didn't really make sense. unless he was playing up his closeness to eddie to make steve jealous for some reason.)

the way some people write as if all the kids see eddie as an older sibling? like he was outright mean to lucas and erica in the first episode of s4, so they definitely wouldn't. will and el never have any canonical interaction with Eddie (probably don't even know he exists, unless mike mentioned him), and they have an actual older brother in jonathan. and some act like max had a sibling relationship with Eddie pre-s4, but she is shown to be indifferent to him. he's just an older guy who lives opposite her, and runs a club her friends are in. like, sure she noticed a couple of things about him, but its stuff that anyone would notice about the people that live around them, like his driving, or him having trouble with the police (her moms observation- "looks like that Munson boy's up to no good again"). even mike wouldn't see eddie as a sibling figure, maybe someone he looks up to/wants to be like, but not a sibling.

hell, ive even seen people try to push argyle as a sibling figure to the kids. he's only ever canonically interacted with will el and mike, and they're shown to be, at best, indifferent to him. at times, will doesn't really seem to like argyle that much. so he's definitely viewed as the older siblings friend (or friends older siblings friend.) someone they could cross paths with and have minor interactions, but have no real closeness or relationship outside acquaintances.

sorry for like the novel in your inbox, but god, I hate how some people treat the older teens as real adults when it comes to relationships with the kids, when they are still kids themselves.

i think the reason this happens so much is because people want to write close relationships between the kids and the teens, but only seem to know how to write familial relationships, so all the teens end up big brothers/sisters, even when it makes no fucking sense. like, they can just be friends, you guys know that, right?

and then, we also get the older teens being treated like parents. like you said, at the most the kids might make a couple stupid ‘mom’ jokes, but at no point would they seriously consider calling steve ‘mom’. they all have mothers!!!

when it comes to looking at the teens as older siblings. obviously nancy is mike’s sister, and jonathan is will and el’s (depending on the season for el, obviously). but other than that, i really think only steve slots into that role of older sibling vibes. i think robin would be like… step sibling lol.

i cannot see eddie as anyone’s older brother (and obviously i’ve already spoken about my issues with the dustin and eddie dynamic). mike might look up to eddie as a role model, but lucas would have a more complex relationship with him. for erica he’s just some guy that ran a campaign once, and the guy who was a bit of a dick to her brother.

i think will would think eddie was kinda mean, and it’d be a bit more complex with el. because while eddie does see himself as this saviour of the weird, he doesn’t like people that are weird in a different way to him. and as el hasn’t ever shown an interest in d&d, i don’t think they’d have much of a relationship.

and, obviously you can write whatever fics you want, but it’s always a bit weird to me when people give eddie and max this super close relationship with no development. max canonically struggles to let people in. just because eddie lives next door doesn’t mean they’re siblings.

also! this is just about eddie in canon, not if he’d survived and developed, because we have no idea was a post s4 eddie would really look like. and given that he didn’t really get an arc when it comes to the way he saw people that weren’t into d&d, it’s unlikely he would’ve dramatically changed.

i love argyle, don’t get me wrong, and i think el definitely thinks he’s funny. but, he’s just jonathan’s friend. like i said earlier, he doesn’t need to become sibling-like for the kids to like him.

yeah, i think making the teens all siblings/parental roles with the kids is weird. and it kind of gives this vibe that they have to be someone for the kids to look up to, they’re not an equal or a friend, they’re a caretaker. if that makes sense?

like, yeah dustin and steve have a brotherly relationship, because they like each other! they enjoy spending time together. they’re friends! but in a lot of fics so many of their interactions become steve taking care of dustin in some way, and it’s sad. let them hang out!

#steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #jonathan byers #nancy wheeler #argyle #dustin henderson #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #erica sinclair #will byers #el hopper #mike wheeler #stranger things #asks #anon

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manofmanymons · 1 year

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Married life headcanons for your choice of survive kids m/f ships?

Okay my brain has never gone far enough into the future to think about this before but we HERE WE GO

Takuma and Aoi have "house in the suburbs with two kids" energy. They took turns being the stay at home parents until the kids were old enough to be home alone. Like maybe at first Aoi didn't have a job but Takuma did, but then years later Aoi got a chance to work her dream job around the same time Takuma hit a lull in his career and needed a break.

Sappy little shits, those two. Haven't missed a date night in years, always send those "life update" emails to the others, have Too Many family portraits on the walls.

If they send one more low res blurry picture of their kids with their partners to the group chat, their friends are gonna riot.

Takuma tried to learn how to cook so Aoi wouldn't always have to do it, but he's just...not good at it. Really, though, she doesn't mind one bit. Cooking is fun, and it reminds her of when they were kids and he used to joke that she was like a mom. At the very least, he can't fuck up breakfast, so that's his One Thing he gets to do.

They have a chore chart—and not just for the kids. It may seem silly, "you're adults, why are you following a chore chart?" but it ensures that work is split evenly and lets them account for times where one of them is a little busier than the other.

I know you said married life as in already married but with Saki and Ryo I wanna backtrack to actual wedding stuff for a minute. More specifically engagement.

Idk I just like the idea of Saki blurting out "we should get married" after a particularly nice date and Ryo being like "WHAT" not in a "I hate that idea" way but in a "did I hear you right and also are you serious" way

And her immediately backpedaling and trying to pass it off as a joke. "You should see your face." Except if they've been together long enough to even think about getting married, you know Ryo's not falling for that.

So within the month he's got a ring picked out and a Hallmark movie-esque proposal planned. Except he's Ryo, so the execution works out a little bit more like a sitcom proposal, but she says yes, so nothing else matters.

90% of the wedding planning falls to Aoi and Shuuji. Like Saki and Ryo tried doing it themselves but their Organized Friends were like "no you're doing it wrong." It was a little annoying at first but now they all just look back at it and laugh.

They're that couple that are just constantly falling back in love with each other. Y’know like maybe life will get a little busy, they'll accidentally go a little too long without doing something together, the house gets a little messy, and they get a little frustrated. But then one of them will tidy up a bit and throw together a little picnic, or buy a new co-op game for them to try out together the second they have free time, and they'll just talk and be honest and get caught up with each other, and it'll be the perfect reminder that "oh right, that's why we're doing this. Because they make me happier than anyone else can."

They don't have kids or pets. Kunemon and Floramon are more than enough, and they think Aoi and Takuma are insane. To each their own, as they say.

#digimon survive #aoi shibuya #takuma momozuka #saki kimishima #ryo tominaga

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sarilolla · 1 year

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Scout's first Christmas

I technically made most of this one-shot last year, but never released it, so I changed it a bit for this year. This is set after Bee and Scout left the studio, and before Daisy left the studio (Daisy leaving around march). This is just pure fluff tbh, I wanted something nice :D (Also I got hit with a massive writer's block and tons of school now in December, so the fact this is a modified one-shot and already written is the only reason I can post this). Enjoy!

Not a request - 1856 words

No needed TW

Summary:

Christmas is magical, as they say, but Scout does not have an actual reference point for that, never being awake or alive for the holidays. Bee wanna make sure it's special for her little bestie.

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It was calm. It was Christmas eve, but none in the household had any rush. The tree was fully decorated, even after Bee had joked about putting Scout on top.

“I’m not an angel!”

“I didn’t say you were. But you’re a star!”

The fireflies almost put her up there, until they just dropped her in Bee’s arms.

“Here’s your star, you dipshit.”

“You know, with all that swearing it’s obvious you’re no angel.”

Scout just frowned at her, until Milo nudged them with the actual star going on top. With some help from the fireflies again, those who didn’t insist on putting Scout on top again, they put the star on top.

“Merry Christmas.”

Bee whispered, hugging the small puppet close.

Scout was quiet, simply staring at the tree. She looked like she was thinking hard, so Bee just kept still.

“I never thought I would experience Christmas, least of all one this good.”

“We’ve barely started the day.”

Scout hummed, turning in Bee’s arms.

“It still has been good. Great even. Very different from what I could have gotten back there…”

Back there. They knew what she was referring to, but it felt wrong to bring that up on Christmas. Sure, they talked about it almost every day, if just a sentence or two.

“Do you know how they celebrate?”

“No. I was never awake long enough to know. To be frank, I don’t think any felt puppet really knows, I don’t think they kept us alive that long, TV or not.”

“Hmmm, yeah. Any other puppet I can remember was the sock puppets. I would love to figure it out though.”

Bee hummed, moving to sit down with Scout in her lap, Milo beside them (you didn’t argue with a shadow dog if it should be on the sofa).

“Unfortunate that I can’t keep the fireflies inside the studio that long, or else we would have known. But it also feels weird spying on them, you know?”

“Guess it will be a mystery then.”

“Yeah…”

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Later in the day, after watching a movie or two to get away from the conversation, they welcomed Percy, Alex, and Hector at their door.

“Good morning, pixie dust.”

“It’s afternoon, bird brain.”

Percy dragged his hand through his hair, smiling.

“Do you guys plan on coming in or not? It’s fuc-, I mean, it’s freezing.”

Hector bit his tongue, knowing not to swear, as he and his brother’s had a bet that he wouldn’t be able to not swear from Christmas to New Years.

“Ey, Scout? Rematch on Mario Kart?”

“You’re on.”

Hector and Scout moved upstairs, Milo trailing them. The actual adults stood back, idly chatting about holiday stress and gift shopping.

“And you, bird boy? You excited?”

“I am. Christmas is fun. But with a larger family, it gets a bit chaotic, plus the fact dad had to go to work today. That’s why Hector is with us as well.”

Bee raised her eyebrows, walking upstairs with the brothers following.

“What did he and his friends do now?”

“They discovered we had a vigilante phase, and wanted to try themselves. He almost broke his neck, so mom and dad gave him house arrest. Mom was supposed to keep an eye on him, but an important job thing came in the way.”

He clicked his tongue, and I was tempted to ask if she needed to send some christmas spirits to another Ebenezer Scrooge type. Not that that was her job, but spirits was part of it.

“That’s how it is having such a high position as her. I’m guessing your dad have his own stuff today?”

“Yup,” Percy said, plopping down on the opposite sofa of where Hector and Scout were sitting, “He had his own rounds to do, plus some final gift shopping. And then finally something that needed to be done at the Institute.”

With that he pulled off his bag, taking three gifts out.

“Merry Christmas.”

One for Bee, one for Milo, and one for Scout. That made Bee smile, that her closest friend thought of her new addition to her family as well.

“I won! Again!”

“How do you always win these?”

From the shouts, the Mario kart race was over, and Scout had won.

“It’s called having skills,” Scout smugly said as Hector pouted.

“I have played this longer…”

“And yet, I win, even with my small, puppet hands.”

The banter was friendly, and Hector cracked a smile as well after Alex came over and sat beside him, and he leaned into his older brother’s wing.

“Merry Christmas, guys. Open the presents now, I wanna see the reactions.”

Percy handed the presents to each of them, Milo opening his on his own after shifting to a raccoon. It was a new blanket, blue with silver stars, and he immediately shifted back to his dog form to lay on it. Bee opened hers, a small necklace falling out. It was silver, with a blue, transparent rock hanging from it.

“It’s lovely. Thank you.”

Scout opened her last, a ticket falling out. Her English was getting better, but still not good enough to read what it said. Bee was afraid that at this point it might be something more than just adjusting from the puppet language.

“I can’t read this.”

Bee moved over to her, a smile on her face.

“Should I read it?”

“Obviously.”

“Okay, so it is a ticket. A musical ticket.”

Scout looked at Bee, who was smiling from ear to ear.

“We’re going to a musical? Which one?”

“We got tickets to Matilda the musical. It’s not Broadway or West End, but still a very good one.”

Percy chimed in, both he and his brother’s smiling.

“You deserve to see more of the world, and a musical is one of the best ways to do so. The Corvus family is also joining us.”

Bee smiled down at the puppet, who was silently looking at the piece of paper.

A very small “thank you” was heard, and it was enough for Bee to scoop Scout up into her arms again.

“I hope it’s alright, not too much.”

“Are you kidding me? This is amazing. Thank you. So much.”

Hector looked over at his gaming buddy, “Glad you like it. The gift is from both us and Bee.”

—

A bit later the Corvus brothers had left and it was quiet once more. Lying down on the sofa, relaxing with Scout lying on top of Bee. They had put on another Christmas movie. The Muppets Christmas Carol. Not even Christmas was free from their spite-watching. They had finished all Jim Henson movies and series, at first it was just to spite the Handeemen, but it became more as well.

They both knew why they were watching the muppets now, trying to avoid the thought of how the Handeemen were celebrating if they were celebrating at all.

“Hey, Bee?”

“Yeah?”

“I have been thinking… What should we do with… you-know-who?”

Bee had been thinking as well. They had both agreed that sooner or later they would go get the Handeemen or end them. That didn’t stop the same question from popping up every day, however.

“We can’t do anything today. We’ll have to wait and see for now.”

“It still sucks. Especially knowing they aren’t fully themselves. To think a demon has control over them…”

“A demon we will get rid of.”

They had this conversation every day, in the same tired and worried voices.

“Would you want them to move in, Scout?”

“If they show they can and will change, it might work.”

She wanted an apology as well, but she didn’t want to ask them for it. It should be natural.

“You don’t have to forgive them.”

“I know. I might do if they genuinely apologize. If they show they are truly sorry. But I… I’m not sure.”

“Still, you don’t have to. And if you do, do it for yourself, not them. You’ll have me in your corner anyway.”

“Thanks.”

They continued watching the movie until Bee looked like she remembered something. Putting Scout down on the couch, she left the room.

Coming back a few moments later, she saw Scout whispering to Milo.

“Merry Christmas, Scout.”

She pulled out a gift from behind her back, giving it to the puppet.

Opening it with a smile, she found a blue hoodie with white sleeves. On the back was a white embroidery of a hand showing the middle finger, and on the wrist were marks after stitches. On the front right over where her heart would be, was some writing.

“It just says Scout, but I thought you enjoy the design as well. You know, like a “fuck you” to the Handeemen.”

Scout was stunned, before pulling it over her head.

“I love it.”

Bee sighed in relief, smiling.

“That’s good, it took me a while to get it perfect for you.”

“It’s so soft, I can’t even feel the stitches from the embroidery. Did you make it yourself?”

“Yeah, it was the secret project I was working on.”

“It’s beautiful. Thank you. I fucking love it. I am never taking it off.”

She hugged Bee, feeling so happy about the gift, almost more than the musical tickets. Sure, she was excited to see the show, but this was something handmade for her, something she didn’t even think would ever happen.

She pulled away suddenly, as she remembered something.

“I have something for you as well.”

Hurrying away, Bee couldn’t do anything but wait. Rushing back, Scout held out her gift.

“I got a bit of help from Hector and the twins to get it and the paying part as well, they said it’s fine, so don’t worry…”

“Scout, don't worry. If they said it’s fine, I believe you. Plus, I would be happy if you gave me a gift or not.”

“Are you saying I shouldn’t have gotten you a heartfelt gift like you gave me?” Scout teased, causing Bee to laugh.

“No, no. That’s not what I’m saying. I’m just saying having you here with me is a gift enough.”

She said with a warm smile, causing Scout to turn away to avoid how flustered she was.

“As if you aren’t the best thing that happened to me…” she whispered, barely letting Bee hear it, but she did with the small “aww” that came from her.

“Just open the gift.”

Finally giving it to Bee, Scout observed her carefully to see her reaction.

It was a mug.

“To the best host I’ve had, you are super rad. Our favorite color is both blue, and all in all, I love you.”

Scout watched as Bee just stared at it, and started panicking a bit when she saw she started to cry.

“Do you like it? Is it too much? I mean, it’s all true what it says on it, I got it personalized. I made it rhyme, because of the irony of how we met. And, and I know how much you like your coffee-”

“Scout, I love it.”

Setting the mug down carefully, she pulled Scout into a tight hug.

“Love you too, by the way. Thank you.”

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Notes:

Happy holidays everyone, I hope you all get something you wanted or have a nice celebration if you do celebrate! :D This year will not have a Christmas one-shot with the full family, but next year I will post something as then I am pretty sure I have gotten to that point in the au where they all live together ^^

#hello puppets #hello puppets fic #sarilolla´s writing #part of my Bee au

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S2 ep31 SEASON FINAL

Jerry's younger brother, Kelbo visits before the lesson begins. Kelbo informs Jerry that he, Jerry, and unfortunately Megan have to retake the Wizards Test due to a technicality. If all of them do not take the test, the Russo Family will lose their powers forever including the kids. Alex, Justin, and Max try to convince their aunt Megan Russo, who stopped speaking to her brothers after Jerry gave his powers to Kelbo and not her, to retake the test. They succeed but Alex lies that her brothers were going to apologize to her, so she leaves.

The kids and adults are also compared to each other. Alex to Megan, Kelbo to Max, and Justin to Jerry, and Harper to Theresa. With Megan refusing to forgive her brothers and to retake the test, there seems to be no hope left. Realizing that this Wizard competition is starting to tear her, Justin, and Max apart just like Jerry, Kelbo and Megan, Alex gets the family to stick together and much to their relief the official lets them keep their powers since he has never seen a wizarding family so united. In the end, Justin tells Alex that she is nothing like Megan because she apologized and that's something Megan never learned how to do.

During the credits, Kelbo is calling Megan, just like in Alex in the Middle, but lets Alex do it. She says, "Um, excuse me, is your refrigerator working?" Megan answers by saying "Alex, I know it's you. I can see Kelbo's wand number on my caller ID," stating this as her last appearance.

Ah the season finale

The episode in which we learn that if their father and his siblings don’t retake the test, the kids also lose their powers

That the competetion has torn multiple familys apart

That the magic comes from some tubes in the wall

That the kids have an aunt they never knew about

Ok so Alex absolutely calling out how corrupt all that sounds and also making a joke of “I’d like to seem them try to take my powers”

I think Megan should at the very least consider taking the test when she finds out that if she doesn’t her niblings will also suffer because of it, I also feel like this could be around the time when at least Alex starts not liking the magic council and the competetion

Also the whole getting power from tubes in the wall should be changed at least, and I remember that officially the episode ended with them legally being powerless but still having their powers or something, and I think it would be fun to have this season end with the kids going on the run, and also hint at the wizard council building a power nullifier or something to steak Alex’s power and even hint at them sabotaging the competition to have Alex lose

Like there’s a movie between season 2 and 3, I think it would be interesting to have the season 2 final build up to it

YEAH HONETLY LIEK

I think I want their Aunt to see that things are more complicated and it's not her brothers' fault for the way the Magic Competition was. She wouldn't have been happy with either brother winning, so she was already bitter when Jerry gave his powers to Kelbo. And while she has understandable jealousy about that, there is some level where she understands why. iirc, Jerry's justification was that he felt that while Megan could become happy and successful without Magic, Kelbo was going to struggle a lot more. And maybe he should have talked more with them but again, there was no 'good' answer here.

So Megan, despite still having some jealousy and bitterness, does stick around longer to try and work things out.

I think it'd be fucking neat to see them re-take the test. So Jerry and Megan temporarily get their powers back. And honestly it gets to be cool because even though they're a bit rusty, Jerry and Megan absolutely keep up with Kelbo. It ends up coming down to straight up luck, which has Jerry win again. But as per rules, he's fine giving up the win to one of the other siblings.

Megan is hesitant at this. Because she could start the argument again. But.... she does realize that yeah she was kind of. Okay. Without Magic. Like yeah she's still upset about having to lose it again. But compared to Kelbo who would be doubly lost without it....

However.

Well.

Given that Alex resisted once, her and her brothers thinking the competition is bullshit, and the older trio also agreeing, there might be some accidental spellcasting going on. Six very powerful Magic Users combined, even accidentally? It's gonna fuck some shit up.

The Council Member that tries to take Jerry and Megan's powers is having trouble. Very obviously having trouble. He makes an excuse of 'technical difficulties' and says he will come back later to take their Magic. Megan is kinda pissed at this prolonging taking her powers away, but decides to enjoy it while it lasts.

We get a final scene the Council quite confused about what is happening, why they can't transfer the Magic back. They try it with another pair of Wizard Siblings who just did their test, and it works fine. So what happened with the Russos?

#wizards of waverly place

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The Boondocks #24: “Invasion of the Katrinians” | December 10, 2007 - 11:30PM | S02E09

I never really read the Boondocks comic, but the one time I did happened to catch it was the day after the 2004 presidential election. The comic, if you don’t feel like clicking the link I very nicely supplied for you, consisted of “The Boondocks Kids” (as they like to be called) musing how the comics page seems to be slightly behind on current events. Tellingly, they refer to the election having ended, but don’t discuss the outcome. Eventually this strip ran, with Huey screaming “D**NIT!”, and then remarking that he’d been holding it in for a couple weeks.

The animated show is even more delayed. Most traditionally-animated television shows are like this. This one involves the wake of Hurricane Katrina. Huey even gets the viewers up to speed by describing the devastation felt by those affected by Katrina in a little opening narration bit. This is probably a good thing; there are actual adults walking around now who weren’t born or too young to remember this news story.

Not to brag, but I was a young adult living in Northern California working in a movie theater at the time of Katrina. I was working in the snack bar, and I slightly over-filled a person’s soda, causing the soda to bubble out of the straw hole in the plastic lid and spill slightly out into the crevices of said lid. I apologized for the unsightly mess: “Sorry, it’s a little over-filled,” I apologized. “Better over-filled than under-filled!” the customer replied, being a good sport. “There are people in New Orleans right now who might beg to differ” I shot back, EXTREMELY quickly. It’s not very cool to take pride in your own jokes, especially when they receive blank stares. This one received a blank stare. Unsatisfied, I proudly repeated the joke to co-workers (which is lame, I know this already) and also got blank stares and had to explain it. President Bush, and also, the customers and staff at Movies 10 in Redding, CA, don’t care about black people.

That’s a pretty long intro for an episode that I’m basically about to call “fine”. This episode is fine. It’s a little comedy of errors about the Freemans taking in Robert’s cousin’s family who were displaced by Katrina. They are bad house guests, and Granddad does everything to try and be rid of them without seeming like a heartless piece of shit. They are waiting for their check from Fema, which keeps getting deferred for various reasons.

Like I said, this one’s fine. Not terrible, but not exceptional. I feel like this season has been significantly less satirical than the first? Episodes are maybe a little more satirical than your average animated sitcom like The Simpsons, but that’s not too hard of an accomplishment, especially when comparing the mid-00’s version of the Simpsons. South Park was way more outwardly satirical but is a much whiter, much more libertarian show. Also, South Park had the animation style that let them be extremely topical. They would sometimes reach for the stars and come up short.

This episode IS satirical; Robert’s treatment of his family has real-world parallels, but the story is more focused on characters having personality clashes. This episode isn’t on a soap box, but the soap box can be seen in the subtext. It’s a lighter touch, and that doesn’t have to be a bad thing.

MAIL BAG

Sorry to hear you didn't like the WaitMate sketch that much. I workshopped it with Mr. Goldblum back in the day. Was it the cartoon? Was it not era-appropriate animation?

The cartoon was just fine. Maybe the best part of the sketch. The sketch was fine. I didn’t say I didn’t like it. How dare you.

Really like the Beach Blast song. As good as anything the B-52s did. I'm serious! They really do paint Quall up to look like a ten cent ho though.

She is a skanky little bitch, isn’t she? But, I love her...

The music that plays at the start of Zan's memory tape sounds like something from Earthbound, doesn't it?

Right on the money, SMAAAASH!!

The biggest bummer about the Sam Hyde stuff is that Connor O'Malley has ripped his shit off wholesale without any of the transgressiveness that made Sam interesting. Thankfully adultswim hasn't been stupid enough to give him a show.

I know enough people who HATE Connor O’Malley and consider his comedy to be too revolting. Personally I think he right in the sweet spot of rude-enough. I crave rudeness. I’m practically Rude Dog and the Dweebs over here.

#adult swim #adultswim2021 #the boondocks

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Velma is bad, but...

Look. The show is not good. The memes are god tier. I’m gonna keep watching it. So here’s my complex opinion on the matter. I’m not watching it through official means so HBO is not getting any ad or sub revenue from me. I don’t pirate video games, but I do movies/shows/music because it’s easier and less time consuming. I was never a massive Scooby fan. The original cartoon predates me by an entire 20 years (1969 - I was born in ‘89). I’ve always known about it, it’s been in the peripheral of my media consciousness for my entire life. I think I saw one of the Live Action movies (the 2002 one, I was still in school). I probably caught a few episodes in my cartoon watching days but I’ve never been a puzzle solver and the “whodunnit” angle never grasped me. So I don’t have the nostalgia that the rest of the world seems to have, but I recognize character assassinations when I see one.

I admit I don’t hate Velma as much as the rest of the internet seems to.

I like the art style, admittedly. However I’ve caught some brief scenes where it looked rushed and less detailed and they just went with it. I actually quite enjoy the hallucinations, though they got a little less creative in episode 3 and 4 but they were also not a major focal point of the plot in either episode. Some jokes DO land. Some. Some jokes land, and then they turn around to ruin it. When Fred was taken to trial and the family tried to play up his innocent young boy shtick, they could have milked that for some real humor but instead he got water splashed on him and they went for a pretty low-bar Hitler joke instead. It was so close to a good joke. I’m not fond of the meta humor. I don’t like it when they made a dig at “adults watching cartoons”. Like bitch, this is a cartoon marketed towards adults. Why is there contempt for your target audience? And I’m a liberal, a leftist. I can handle some digs in our direction. GTA seems to do it the best, I had a giggle at the in-universe cartoon they had of the hero “Impotent Rage!”, making fun of Democrats ability to never really get anything done. I get the joke, it’s clever, it’s satire. But when characters in media stop the plot, and turn to the camera to complain about the patriarchy or whatever it irritates me. We all know the patriarchy is a thing. How about you have something clever to say. Episode 4 is a complete derailment of the plotline just to talk about women’s empowerment through attractiveness. The whole episode is just Velma figuring out that women’s empowerment can take different forms. It’s a fine message, but brought to us in a clunky and frankly, kind of annoying method. Especially since there’s supposed to still be a murder-mystery happening. Derailment is a thing that happens a lot in episodes 3 and 4. I didn’t hate episode 3 at all on its own. The first half had a lot of jokes I had a giggle at but it was just meandering around the plot to stop and figure out what Velma’s sexuality is (still inconclusive as of episode 4). I don’t mind a slow burn romance but fucking sort your shit out, show. I am “ehhhh” on Velma. I kinda like Daphne. I’m okay with Norville. He seems to be the most consistent source of jokes that don’t turn around on themselves. But Jesus, what they did to Fred should be a media crime. It’s just one of these situations where I feel like there’s some potential quality here buried under some really dogshit writing. I will not argue for a second that this is not a good show and I don’t think there’s anything any future episodes can do to retroactively “fix” the problems already present. I feel like a season 2 might have to do some heavy lifting (because I think I read somewhere that it’s already greenlit?) I still remain somewhat fascinated by it and I’m more curious to where the plot is going if it can stop stopping itself to turn towards the camera and stop hating on literally every viewer.

#Velma #Scooby Doo

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Nintendo Watch: The Super Mario Bros. Movie (2023)

I officially entered a new phase of life on Saturday when I went to see The Super Mario Bros. Movie (2023) with a cohort of second graders in support of my nephew's birthday. I'm now an uncle who goes to movies he didn't select. It's a good thing.

I am not anti video games, but I can describe my relationship to gaming as "apathetic". The how's and why's of this phenomenon are uninteresting and best served in a dedicated blog post. But even when we got our first Nintendo Entertainment System, I didn't have any Mario-related games. I was spending my money on comics and tapes at the time. Aside from a brief flirtation with a Wii and Mario Kart, never got into it.

That said, I recognize that Mario is essentially Mickey Mouse to a couple of generations. I'm incredibly bad at predicting what will stick and what's a fad, and thought a plumber fighting turtles was just another thing that would come and go, like Ikari Warriors. I'm still stunned anyone cares about Pokemon in this year of our Lord, 2023. But the companies have gotten very good at punching the buttons that work well for children, year after year, as well as opening the gates for nostalgic teens and adults. I'm pretty sure we already had a gritty Power Rangers reboot.

Back in the 1990's, I was offered the opportunity to see the Super Mario Bros. movie starring the late, great Bob Hoskins and John Leguizamo. Despite the fact I'd go see *anything* during this window, I took a pass. All I remember is Steanso returning and saying "you dodged a bullet".

A cynic looking to parrot the cultural complaints about He-Man in the 1980's will look at the new movie and say that this film is a toy commercial for the games and products of Nintendo. That's only partially true. Look, this movie is not something I would have seen if not for participation in family activities, but I get that for a lot of people, this is the first time the world of Mario has been fully realized in modern, cinematic terms, and without a whiff of that old hobgoblin of film-adaptations, a reimagining. It's... Mario. And Luigi. And Princess Peach. It's a celebration of Mario and Nintendo, and that's okay.

It's 90 minutes-ish of telling a very Nintendo story about Mario doing all the shit he does in the games and defeating the bad-guy to save the not-in-that-much-need-of-saving Princess Peach.

You know what my favorite part was? There's no real learning or character growth. There's no long stretches where characters talk about who they are and what they care about and you hear kids shifting and talking to their parents. A scene or two happens, but only in dual-beat short scenes meant to pace the movie a tad. It doesn't drive the plot. Mario is not here to teach anyone life lessons, he's here to punch things and hop around. This is literally a video game movie, and while modern video games can do complex storytelling for adults, that's not really Mario's niche to explore the workings of the human heart and psyche anymore than it's GI Joe's niche to explore the military industrial complex. Kids don't give a shit about that, and neither do most young adults. They came to see him put on a cat suit and drive the fuck out of Rainbow Road.

Speaking of, the movie is full of in-jokes, references, etc... as you'd expect. YouTube will be littered with 20 Nintendo Easter-Eggs You Missed! videos for months to come.

Yeah, there's a bunch of big-name talent on the movie as voice actors, and they manage to dodge the goofy "It's a-me! Mario!" shit without being weird about Italians. You can look up who's in the movie, but I suspect you already know.

The movie is fine. I won't make the mistake my friends who have kids make that declare "my kid liked it, ergo, this is a good movie." That path leads to madness. Instead, I can see that the film is intended to appeal in a certain way, and nobody tried to outsmart what Mario is or does and how his world works, and it's fine. No weird re-do's on major characters or concepts thrown in that are anathema to actual fans. No one is talking down to the audience, they're showing the audience the game in the coolest, boldest way possible. If you like that stuff. I'm still like "whatevs", but I had a good time sharing Junior Mints with my niece. And my favorite part was probably the ape city and whatnot. Quality Donkey Konging.

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Too Old For This - Chapter 5 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

"Done," Leroy announced, making Zachary look over at him.

The young man walked towards the sofa and to Zachary's surprise, sat right next to him.

There was an instant panic that coursed through Zachary.

He felt his breathing hike up and his body shiver.

Leroy was really close, considering that it was a three-seater and for whatever reason, the young man was sitting right next to him.

Heck, another scoot and the young man could be on his lap.

"Hope you like it," Leroy said, shuffling the sloughs plate on Zachary's lap, in the midst of the older man's mini panic attack.

"I-I'm sure, I will. Thank y-you," Zachary stuttered, staring down at the sandwich.

Leroy was already biting into his, seemingly unaware of Zachary's current predicament.

Zachary eventually picked up his own sandwich and bit into it.

It wasn't too bad... actually it was quite decent.

He was a bit self-conscious about eating, though and chewed slowly and made sure to check if he left crumbs of bread on the side of his lips.

Sometimes he would catch a glimpse of Leroy from the side of his eyes, watching as his man's slender fingers held the sandwich in a pretty amusing death grip.

He could also smell him.

Somewhere between the smell of bread and lettuce, there was a hint of cologne.

It smelled good... not too heavy to overwhelm a person and Zachary liked it.

He blinked and looked away, noticing that he was staring a little too hard at Leroy's eyebrows again.

He was weird and he knew that but he couldn't help it.

This was so rare for him... sitting so close to someone that wasn't a healthcare worker or family member.

Also, the first time he was sitting close to someone he regarded as attractive.

God help him because Leroy was very attractive.

"How was your day? I had a not very eventful day at work," Leroy's words threw Zachary off a bit.

The older man stuttered nonsense under his breath for a bit as he tried to form a sentence.

"It was okay," he said, shrugging.

"I just did some reading, watched some stuff online and cleaned up about the place."

"You're able to clean?"

Zachary frowned, as he was a bit perplexed by the question.

"Yes...?" he answered in a stressed, confused tone as he began to wonder if maybe the house wasn't very tidy.

"Sorry, eh, I just assumed that maybe you had a cleaner or a nurse come by because of your..." Leroy paused and Zachary could see the range of emotions playing behind his brown eyes.

Ah, he was wondering if what he was about to say was offensive.

"It's okay," Zachary said, saving Leroy from himself.

"I get what you mean."

Leroy let out a sigh of relief.

"Sorry, it's a question."

Zachary nodded, laughing a bit.

"Yeah, sort of."

He felt the need to elaborate, though.

"I clean here and there but it takes a while, that's about it," he said and Leroy nodded.

"Help would be great though..."

"I could help."

"What?"

"I could help you clean around when you like. It's not like I have much to do."

When Zachary had said that he had meant having paid help... like a cleaner or nurse and had been about to tag that sentence with a joke about not being able to afford it but Leroy was just offering?

What was in it for him?

He stared at the man who had now finished his sandwich and was looking at him with his signature smile.

Zachary felt his heart flutter a bit as he down at his empty plate.

"Oh, okay," Zachary mumbled as he felt his face getting warm.

He decided he would just let Leroy do what he wanted.

There was an awkward silence again until Leroy did a little cough that got Zachary's attention.

"What do you do for fun? You know besides reading on the porch and taking care of cats?"

"Well, sometimes I play games," Zachary answered honestly.

"And I like to watch stuff when I can."

"Hmm, we should watch a movie together sometime," Leroy said and Zachary felt his toes curl again.

Leroy had to be doing this on purpose.

"Sure, what kind of movies do you watch?" Zachary said in a low tone, observing Leroy's face.

He contemplated what Leroy was doing.

Was he asking him out?

It sounded like he was asking him out.

Or at the very least, flirting.

Well, if any of those options were correct, Zachary was definitely interested.

He wondered if he should flirt back.

Do something that would hint that he was interested.

But what?

He was puzzled.

"Don't laugh but I love cheesy stuff."

Leroy was grinning from ear to ear now.

Zachary noted that he had taken off his shoes and his cute Star Wars socks were on full display.

Zachary found himself smiling, too.

He fucking loved Star Wars too.

"Like romantic comedies?" Zachary asked, still wondering what he should do.

He leaned his leg a bit closer, hoping that was a good hint to test the waters.

Leroy didn't seem to mind.

"Yeah," Leroy said, leaning his head back on the sofa.

"When I used to go on dates, I wouldn't even pretend to be against it. I was hyped to watch that shit," Leroy laughed, making Zachary chuckle a bit too.

'Used to?'

Zachary cocked his head, chewing the inside of his cheek.

That meant Leroy wasn't dating now, right?

That he was single?

"What did your dates think of those type of movies?" Zachary asked a bit intrigued with Leroy's past shenanigans.

"The girls loved it. They were a bit weirded out that I loved them, too. You know what, maybe that's why I rarely got second dates," Leroy said, laughing but Zachary wasn't laughing.

'Oh, girls...' the older man thought to himself, as disappointment settled in.

He pulled his leg away from Leroy, hoping that the man hadn't found that disturbing.

'Never mind then.'

'It seems like Leroy was not gay'.

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