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iguana-braces · 2 years

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Freefall (Hangman x Reader)

Based on this request (also, credit to this bumper sticker) – Masterlist

Description: Only the best of the best go to Top Gun, and you find yourself struggling to keep up under the pressure. An unlikely ally attempts to help, but can he keep himself from making things worse? 👀

Warnings: swearing, angst (y’all are literally on the same wavelength but just suck at communicating), brief mentions of masturbation/dirty fantasies, innuendos and sexual banter, liberally using italics for emphasis (and also internal dialogue, I’m so sorry)

Word Count: 3.2k (take a shot every time I say “best of the best”)

Note: Now we finally got some Pilot!Reader. Callsign is Arcade just because I think it sounds cool (also, “Arcade” by Duncan Lawrence and FLETCHER is a really good song, albeit completely unrelated to this fic). And a Hangman POV?? Love that for us. The more I write for him, the more I love him and the sadder I get that he doesn’t exist.

I also don't know how the Navy works AT ALL (aside from very brief Google searches). This is a complete work of fiction, do not expect factually based depictions of the Navy here.

“I've been thinking 'bout you all night

Like a pilot with a fear of heights

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I've been thinking 'bout you all night

Like a fire that's afraid to light” – “Pilot With A Fear of Heights” by Felicity

It should've been a cake-walk. You had done runs like this plenty of times in the past few weeks and not only that, but you were flying with Hangman, and nobody took this shit more seriously than he did. It was like he was put on this Earth for the specific purpose of being a pilot, the best of the best. He ate, slept, and breathed this job, and ego aside, you had to admit it worked for him.

Some people on the squad loved him, admired him. Some people couldn't fucking stand him. And it was easy to understand both sides. Jake Seresin was a smartass and sometimes a nuisance, but you were lucky enough to find that it wasn't completely awful having a conversation with him. He was blunt, but honest and able to remain objective. You'd even worked your way up to a witty banter with him, joking on the tarmac as you headed to your planes.

"Hey, Arcade, if you're gonna ride my ass this time, the least you can do is pull my hair too," he said, squinting in the sun before he put on his aviators.

"Only in your dreams, Hangman. Besides, your hair's too short to pull." That was the conclusion you’d unfortunately arrived at after you let your thoughts stray too far in the shower one day, although you quickly put an end to that train of thought. There was no denying he was a gorgeous man, but this wasn’t the time or place for indulging in schoolgirl crushes.

Jokes aside, it should've been an easy run. But in the middle of it all, it was like your mind finally caught up to itself, after being stuck in complete disbelief since you had first received your orders. You were at Top Gun, setting the precedent for the rest of the entire goddamn fleet. Perfecting new maneuvers and combat techniques. The best of the best.

You froze.

Hangman's voice was barely audible in your ear, ordering you to react but by the time you regained control of your extremities, it was too late. Mission failure.

"Why did that run go wrong today?” Jake asked, sprinting to catch up with you after you sped away from the classroom. The lighthearted tone that had been in his voice earlier was gone, replaced with nothing but biting patronization. Here comes the nuisance. “You might be able to lie through your teeth to the instructors, but I know better."

"I wasn't lying." Although that statement in itself was almost a lie. You'd used complicated sentences and overly technical terms to dance through your explanation for your actions, shifting the blame to a technical error so to avoid overtly stating, I panicked.

But of course, Hangman saw straight through your bullshit, like he had a second sense for it. "You weren't telling the truth either. Not the whole truth."

"What does it matter?" you huffed. You didn’t even know where you were going any more, hopefully just somewhere he wouldn’t follow. Where was the nearest women’s bathroom?

"It matters if you pull some shit like that on a real mission and people die because of it."

You spun on him, fuming. As if that thought hadn't crossed your mind a thousand times a minute since you landed. As if that exact scenario wasn’t going to keep you up all night until you were called for training tomorrow. How fucking dare he assume otherwise.

"What do you want me to say, Hangman? That I panicked? Yeah, I cracked under the pressure, and I sincerely apologize for not being born perfect like you."

"Now isn't the time to start cracking. We're two weeks from graduation–"

"Yes, thank you for man-splaining the calendar to me,” you snapped. “Look, I'll stay out of your way, so your perfect record isn't tarnished any further. Do I have permission to fuck off, or are you going to tell me more things I already know?"

He squinted at you, jaw clenching and unclenching as you waited for some other smartass remark to be hurled your way. Instead, he just pushed past you, muttering, "Yeah, do whatever you want."

~~~~~~~~~~

Storming back to his barracks, he felt like some kind of scolded child sent off to bed without dinner. But he needed to be alone, to decompress, to analyze. You were wrong, he wasn't born perfect, no matter how much he wished he was. Because if he was perfect, he would know exactly the right words to say to make you feel better, instead of just making everything worse. Instead, his mouth worked quicker than his mind, spitting venom as a defense mechanism even when he wasn't in danger.

"You might be able to lie through your teeth to the instructors, but I know better."

What he was really trying to say was, I know you better, and I know something’s wrong. In the past month, he’d picked up on the fact that you never doubted yourself and you were always straight-to-the-point. That was part of your charm. So it didn’t take a genius to see that the evasive maneuver you’d just performed in the debriefing and the way you’d locked up in the air were concerning to say the least.

Not like it was any of his business and it’s not like he was claiming to be an expert on all things You, but his observational skills were something worth noting, among his many other skills and talents. But by that point it was too late, stone-cold detachment had taken the lead from his emotions. The mission was more important, the job was more important, being the best was more important, just like always.

Except, lately, something else had started to take over his mind, demanding the attention of every one of his spare thoughts. And it almost felt… good. Like a sudden downpour in the middle of an unending drought. It was refreshing, exhilarating, melting away the dirt and grittiness of life.

It was you.

He’d find himself mentally playing back dumb shit you said throughout the day that made him laugh, genuinely laugh. The memorized details of your smile was another personal favorite to put on repeat, as well as the witty back-and-forth between the two of you– when he wasn’t saying all the wrong things. And of course, he couldn’t deny he’d thought deeply about your body pressed against his in a moment of heated, desperate desire, but those thoughts were reserved solely for early mornings, late nights, and also during showers.

But most of all, he thought about the way you made him feel– terrified. All of this was uncharted territory, like flying blind. Was it okay to think about you like this? Shouldn’t he be focusing on the job? What if he fucks up because he’s too busy daydreaming about you? Should he say something? And worst of all, what if you feel the same way? What then?

After graduation, you’d most likely go back to your previous assignments on completely opposite coasts. How would that even work? Were you supposed to send letters to each other like it’s fucking World War Two? Would you even get married? Was that allowed? Again, uncharted territory, questions he’d never bothered to think about before but now there were a million of them making him sweat. He was getting ahead of himself, but he couldn’t just walk into this blind. He had to have some kind of plan, some kind of concrete idea of what was going to happen next.

First things first, he had to make sure you didn’t absolutely despise him. He had to apologize. But that was easier said than done. Or, in his case, easier done than said.

You rolled your eyes as soon as you saw him approach your table in the cafeteria. "I'm not in the mood, Jake."

And we’re off to a great start. Just stick to the plan. Ignoring your dismissal, he dropped into the seat across from you, folding his arms on the table. Your eyes remained firmly locked on the book in front of you. "Look, I shouldn't have–"

"Been such a complete and utter asshole?"

It stung to hear you call him out, and yet he appreciated your bluntness. It was deserved, better to call it as it is rather than trying to spare his feelings. "...Yeah."

"Wow, thanks, Jake,” you deadpanned. “I feel so much better now."

"I was just being hard on you because–"

"My failures are making you look bad. I get it."

Once was fine, but he had important things to say and he'd get nowhere if you kept interrupting him. Plus, now you were putting words in his mouth that were just blatantly untrue.

"Will you let me finish a sentence?” he snapped. “Now who's being an asshole?"

You raised your eyebrows at him in mild surprise, but didn’t seem too offended by his tone. "...Go ahead."

Turning his attention back to his thoughts, he found that his carefully laid plan to apologize had evaporated in the heat of his brief outburst. He’d have to improvise. But you were obviously in a combative mood, and speaking off the cuff, he only knew how to respond to fire with more fire so everything was going to shit already, and maybe he should just give up and leave–

"Oh my god," you groaned. “The anticipation is killing me, Seresin.”

"Well, I lost my train of thought because you kept interrupting me.” Just say something. You were apologizing and figuring out why she can’t fly. “I was going to ask, what's your problem?"

"What's my problem?"

SHIT.

"No, I mean–” He dropped his head into his hands, rubbing his temples. Use your words, Seresin. There’s no reason for this to be so fucking difficult. With a deep breath, he raised his head and started again, speaking slowly and deliberately in a voice that didn’t sound familiar to his own ears. But at least this voice sounded like they knew what they were doing. “Why do you keep tripping yourself up? Because I've seen you fly and you're a great pilot. There's no reason for you to keep second-guessing yourself like this."

You stared back at him in silence for a moment, your brows furrowed together, and Jake instinctively tensed, waiting to get chewed out. But what could he possibly have said wrong that time?

"I'm sorry, did you just compliment me?" you asked finally, a hint of amusement creeping into your voice.

Immediately, he relaxed, trying not to make his sigh of relief too obvious. "Yeah, I did. It's been known to happen."

You shook your head, arguing, "I've never heard you say one good thing about anyone, unless you're hitting on some woman in a bar. And that's pretty much just negging, so I don't even think it counts."

If he was physically capable of cringing, he would’ve. There was really no excuse for the things he said to women in bars, even he had to admit those weren't exactly his finest moments. And it was even worse that you had witnessed him in action.

"Well, then you should be honored. The rarity is what makes it meaningful."

"Yeah, totally.”

A small smile had found its way onto your lips so despite the obvious sarcasm in your acknowledgement, to Jake it seemed like the two of you were almost back on friendly terms. So compliments worked on you. Good to know. Before he lost his train of thought again, he pressed, “So?”

“Right, Dr. Seresin wants to know what my damage is. Should I start with the childhood trauma, or keep it to more recent events?”

“More recent events, I suppose.” You were joking but already he could feel every muscle in his body clenching again. Getting through this conversation was difficult enough, the rest of your combined baggage would have to be left to be unpacked at a later date. “You started flying like a lame duck a few days ago, what happened then?”

The smile left your face and you leaned back into your chair, withdrawing from the conversation again. Maybe he had pried, maybe you weren’t familiar enough with each other to have heart-to-hearts like this. Or maybe you should just spit it out because there’s no reason talking about shit should be so excruciating. Pot. Kettle.

Finally, you leaned forward again, clearing your throat. There wasn’t any sarcasm or wit to your words now, just an unfamiliar rawness. “I realized where I am. Top Gun, best of the best.”

And so you told him about the panic you felt, the weight and pressure of being sat where you were, following in the footsteps of giants. It was understandable, of course, and you were more rational than you gave yourself credit for. All he really had to do was nod and let you talk yourself in circles until you reached the right conclusion. But the biggest issue was that you were still being way too hard on yourself. In a dogfight against you and the entire rest of the squadron, he’d bet on you every time and he’d win and how could you just not see that yet?

“And it wasn’t exactly the easiest flying behind Mr. Perfection himself.”

The amount of mental gymnastics he had been doing all day to keep himself in line was starting to verge on tiring and that sentence just happened to be the last thing he wanted to hear you say, a tinge of annoyance slipping into his voice as he insisted, “I’m not perfect.”

“You sure act like you are.”

And maybe that’s the point. The thought seemingly occurred to the two of you at the same time as your eyes met.

“Oh.”

That Oh was most likely innocent, a mere acknowledgement of your joint epiphany, but it felt weighted with all sorts of implications and assumptions about Jake that made him shift in his seat. The vulnerability he’d been chipping his way towards was once again immediately paved over by ninety layers of concrete and suddenly, he couldn’t leave this conversation fast enough. But no, this wasn’t about him, this was about you.

False confidence returning, he let himself say what you were already thinking, like this had been his plan all along. “Just fake it until you make it, Arcade. Act like you’re the best until you are the best.”

“It’s not that easy,” you replied, shaking your head.

“Have you tried? Next hop, fly with me.”

“Why would I do that?” you scoffed. “You reamed me out the last time I fucked up so, thanks but no thanks.”

“That’s never gonna happen again.” Another invisible cringe. “Look, you’ll run point, I’ll be your wingman.”

“No, Jake–”

“You’re doing it, Y/N,” he said, rising from the table before you could protest. “That’s an order.”

“We’re the same rank, dumbass.”

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You spent an hour after that talk wondering if you were being pranked or Hangman was having some kind of brain aneurysm and you should send someone to check on him. It seemed like he actually cared that you couldn’t fly straight, he wanted to fly with you. Maybe just to watch you crash and burn again. But no, he had complimented you, he’d tried to help. And for a fraction of a second, you saw a glimpse of someone who wasn’t just a walking irritant. There was a large can of worms that had just been cracked open, but you couldn’t let yourself stay up all night examining it. You had a mission to fly in the morning.

Up until that morning, everyone knew that Hangman flew like he was alone, he didn’t care about anyone else. Having him as your wingman was a potential death-sentence. But when you were in the air that day, it felt different. It felt good to have him off the side of your wing. And he was actually following your lead. You faked it until you made it, and by some miracle, it paid off.

Mission success.

Instead of angrily storming off, you waited for him as you walked off the tarmac. He was smirking as usual, but you knew you were the one who’d caused it.

"Now that was some damn good flying, Arcade. It’s almost like you deserve to be here or something."

"Careful there, Hangman. Two compliments in a row… Someone might start to think you like me or something."

"Maybe I do.” You stopped dead in your tracks, hoping your aviators hid your wide-eyed look of absolute astonishment. But Jake’s smile didn’t falter as he turned back to you. “Maybe I like flying with you."

Don’t be weird, don’t make this weird. He’s probably just kidding. Regaining your composure, you kept walking, nonchalantly retorting. "Oh, really? Do go on."

"That's why I was so hard on you. Because you're the only one here who can keep up with me, as long as you get out of your own way."

"Right, this was entirely for your benefit."

"And because it'd be a damn shame for talent like yours to go to waste. The world's a better place so long as you're in the air. It's where you belong, Y/N."

Now he was being weird. Three compliments? Once is an accident, twice is a coincidence, three times is a pattern, or whatever that saying is. Was it actually possible that your banter wasn’t just banter anymore? Oh my god, that remark about pulling his hair– No, save that for the shower. Just be cool.

"You know, it's also a shame we probably won't see each other again after this. You were just starting to become tolerable," you retorted.

"You're welcome to fly with me anytime.”

You skidded to a halt again because banter be damned, you were absolutely sure that sounded like an invitation. Oh my good god. He’s actually serious. Say something.

"Yeah, maybe. It was pretty nice having you behind me for a change."

Not THAT.

But Jake’s grin only grew wider at this as he dipped his head down, like the Southern gentleman he was, and your heart nearly did a backflip. "It was my pleasure."

~~~~~~~~~~

That would’ve been the perfect moment to drop his helmet to the ground and sweep you off your feet because finally, your banter didn’t feel like banter anymore. It had become something else entirely. The two of you had become something else. And your last remark about him being behind you–

But this wasn’t the time or the place, and so you both had kept walking. You needed to focus on yourself, focus on the course. You didn’t need some teary-eyed confession of feelings he could barely name taking up your focus. But fuck, was he gonna miss you when this was all over. Six weeks was nothing, a blink of an eye in the grand scheme of things but apparently it was long enough for you to make your mark on him. He tried to tell himself he’d forget these feelings soon enough. He’d forget you. But of course that was a lie. This mark was too big and too deep to ever be paved over. Just the thought of getting on a plane, flying away from you, was enough to make him feel like he was tearing in two.

And yet somehow, he knew this wouldn't be the last time you saw each other, even if he had to steal a plane and fly to you himself. Flying blind didn’t seem so scary if he had you at his side.

#jake hangman seresin #jake seresin x reader

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elysiumxii · 8 months

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evenge sex in someone else’s car. - Takashi and Baeeee

LOCATION BASED SMUT PROMPTS | ft takashi & bae

Bae's eyes widen a little as he feels his broad back bump against the car trunk behind him, the suspension giving the faintest squeak as the car dips, and the body pressing against his own stops him from moving away from it.

"Wait I don't even know your-" he had begun to enquire about names, numbers, any kind of identifiable information about the man he'd just met at the gym, and who's fingers were already in his hair and lips against his own. All those questions are very quickly lost into a moan muffled by dancing tongues and hungry, demanding kisses.

Bae had often had fantasies about meeting hot guys at the gym and making out with them, with a kind of frenzied passion that lead to gripping hands sliding all over well formed physiques, just like now as he grips at the guys built forearms and delights in the sensation of fingers raking through the hair at the base of his neck as they make out, hot and heavy. It was his fantasy but he hadn't expected it to happen this evening...

He'd gone for a late evening leg workout, though Bae enjoys the gym when it's got a good social hubbub, sometimes he just needs to focus, so around 11PM was a good time. Tonight, however, though the gym was quiet it was playing host to one particular asshole that Bae has had a problem with in the past. The sort of douchebag who liked to project his own insecurities in the form of homophobia, and upon finding out Bae was gay, had made it his mission to be as unpleasant as possible. Of course all in the guise of 'banter'. It was fine because it was 'just a joke', right?

Having made a few unpleasant remarks in passing, this guy seemed to up the anti tonight, as he tried to rally a few disinterested individuals around them in his usual jovial form of bullying, and though they were disinterested in joining in, the by-standers also seemed disinterested in coming to his aid, either. Bae may be big, but he was a lover, not a fighter, but this guy just kept going, following him from mat to mat, as if trying to get a rise from him, all while chuckling as if it was some shared joke. He wasn't laughing for much longer, however, as the man who was currently snaking a hand down the front of Bae's workout shorts had gotten in his face and told him to back the fuck off. All said with an aura that held danger... and Bae had never been so turned on in just an instant as when just a glint in his savour's eye had made the guy back down in an instant.

He'd expected nothing of it, giving his own, mumbled thanks before returning to his squats. It was only as he'd caught a roaming glance through the mirror on one particularly slow squat down, that he'd realised. Eyes had locked... and now here they were.

"Fuck-" Bae breaths breathlessly once he's finally released from the kiss, lips swollen and gasping for breath as his chin tilts back to allow for lips to roam down his throat. His shorts pool effortlessly down by his sneakers, chiselled hips jutting forward into the hand now working his hardness as he bites down on his bottom lip to stifle a moan. They had gone from appreciative glances to this, in a car park, in no time at all and Bae's head is still spinning! Before he realises his white knight was currently lowering himself down onto his knees.

"Fu-u-wha? ah-" He's cut off from his mild, momentary panic as he slips into his mouth and his eyes roll back at the first, long suck along his shaft and his fingers slip into silky hair appreciatively. "S-Sh-it.." he stammers with a faint chuckle of disbelief as he cannot believe this is happening. He's getting head, in a car park, from a gorgeous gym-bro stranger... the icing on the cake? He notices a car bumper sticker as he glances down to watch the other work appreciatively. He's seen that logo before... this is that dick-head's truck!

#replies;bae #irrwicht #tw;nsfw #/ eiehehehe he's getting his gym bro fantassyyyy!!

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ariana-senpai · 3 years

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Top 10 Hottest for June

I want to preface this list by saying that I wish I could properly make gifs because finding them for some characters is impossible.

Ivy Valentine (Soul Calibur)

My girl just wants to be free. And also she can curb stomp pretty much anybody.

Basch fon Ronsenburg (Final Fantasy XII)

Such a great dude. He’s like one of your dad’s friends that you have a crush on who smells really nice and is always polite with you.

“Grunkle” Stan Pines (Gravity Falls)

I’m just sayin’, that bumper sticker on his vehicle that says Silver Fox is correct.

Queen Oona (Disenchantment)

Once she became the Pirate Queen I was like, “oh hell yeah.” She’s a boss.

Azoth [Marcus Lithos] (Sword Gai)

I don’t know if you can technically count Azoth as part of Marcus, but once Marcus was possessed I thought the personification of Azoth was hot. Short lived, but hot.

Kyogai (Demon Slayer)

My mans just wanted to be a writer. Damn. I can relate. Also his powers were pretty dope.

Gearless Joe (Megalo Box)

Riff raff, street rat. I won’t type out the whole thing. He’s a good dude that just wants to fight.

Chernabog (Fantasia)

Yes, he is a gigantic demon. Yes, he could crush me in his hand. Is he hot? Also yes.

Kurenai Yuhi (Naruto)

She’s both caring and strong, a combo that I love. If Basch if your dad’s friend, Kurenai is your friend’s big sister that jokes with you when you come visit.

Uvogin (Hunter x Hunter)

Big. Lorge. Strong. Hairy. He’s like Beorn if Beorn were a villain.

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tealaquachan · 7 years

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Prompto is that you?

#prompto argentum #ffxv #chocobros #camera #i shoot people #episode prompto #bumper stickers #selfie #final fantasy xv #final fantasy 15 #chocobo #car decal #ff15 #nikon

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bnhabadass · 4 years

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Pairing: Kyoka Jirou x reader Song Mentioned: Life on the Road, The Kinks Warnings: N/A Word Count: 2,415 A/N: I am very excited to present this piece with I have written for the BNHArem summer time sfw collaboration! Everyone who participated in this event has worked really hard to get their pieces together so you should definitely check them all out. The link to the master list is here! I want to give a big thank you to @pixxiesdust @sadistiks and @lady-bakuhoe for beta reading this piece very last minute. You three saved my butt!

The heat from the sun was unbearable as it fell directly on you. You and the rest of class 1-A were lying down in the grass outside the dorm building. Summer had just started, you had all finished and passed your finals, and you only had one week to yourselves before summer training began for that year.

The humidity was overbearing. Your backside was a slick puddle against the itchiness of the lawn you were laying on.

“Ice me,” you heard Kaminari say. Looking up, you watched as Shinsou pulled a few ice cubes out from an ice chest and plopped them into Kaminari’s mouth. You let out what appeared to be a mix of a groan and a sigh, wishing you had a relationship like that of your own and wishing the heat would calm down for just a few minutes.

Most of your friends already had plans for the week before training. Midoriya, Todoroki, Uraraka and Iida were all taking a weekend trip to a nearby beach. Kirishima was forcing Bakugou and the rest of their close friends to go on a road trip of their own. You’re pretty sure Yaoyorozu mentioned something of the sort as well. A family vacation to her lake house in another country, perhaps.

What you would kill to go on a road trip, to feel the warm summer air brush against your hair and the tops of your ears through the open window of a car going sixty on an open road. It’s a dream you’ve had for a while. You had even been gifted a van that used to belong to a distant relative. You’d spent the last few months outside of school refurbishing the inside, installing carpet and a counter with drawers and shelving underneath, putting blackout curtains over the windows and decorating the metal wall behind the driver's seat with bumper stickers and magnets.

There was only one thing you were missing. The only thing that kept you from living out your ultimate summer road trip fantasy was a travel companion, someone to mess with the radio while you train your eyes on the scenery ahead of you.

“Hey (Y/n)!”

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard the voice of one of your closest friends call out to you.

Mina had been laying on a large spread out picnic blanket along with Hagakure and Jirou. Her wild hair was a bit messy from rolling around but it didn’t seem to bother her much. “What are you doing with your week off?”

What are you doing with your week off? Fantasy aside you had nothing planned other than sitting on your couch playing video games and watching Netflix. “I don’t really have anything planned,” you admitted.

You felt the eyes of your peers begin to look up and lock onto you. Embarrassed, you looked down at your feet and the insects climbing over the straps of your sandals.

“You could come to the beach with us!” Iida offered.

“Oh I’m sure my family wouldn’t mind if you joined us at our lake house!” Momo piped in.

“Nah you should come to the boardwalk with us. I bet I could beat you in skeeball.”

The corners of your mouth pulled upward into a half-hearted smile. Your friends are sweet, but you didn’t want to be invited somewhere out of pity.

“You know,” Mina piped in, “Jirou isn’t doing anything this week either. You two should go on a road trip together!”

Your eyes shifted to the musician. Jirou was lying on the same blanket as Mina. Her cheeks tinted pink as a blush formed across her face.

“Haven’t you been meaning to drive that van out to the countryside?”

You turned back to Mina who looked at you expectantly. “Yeah,” you nodded. “I’m pretty much done converting the inside so there’s a bed and shelving units under the counter.”

“You did that all yourself?” Kirishima had perked up, his bright eyes reflecting the light of the sun. “So manly!”

You smiled at the slew of questions your friends threw at you. Out of the corner of your eye, you couldn’t help but notice Jirou was acting odd. She kept looking away from you and your peers as they asked their questions but something was clearly on her mind.

“Jirou,” you said, causing a sudden hush across your class.

She looked up from her earphone jacks, a light dusting of pink sprinkled across the apples of her cheeks as she clinked the ends of them together.

“Let’s go on a road trip!”

“Really?” she sputtered in disbelief.

“Yeah, on one condition.” The playful grin across your face seemed to go unrecognized by her as she looked worried, almost terrified of what you were about to ask. “Will you bring your guitar?”

Her light pink blush deepened in hue as the rest of your class turned towards her. “Um, yeah,” she mumbled. “I guess I could bring it, if you really want me to.”

You set out the next day to prepare for your road trip. You filled the cabinets and shelves of your van to the brim with snacks galore. You had even put an extra stash of s’mores supplies in the glove compartment just in case you were to run out.

Jirou agreed to meet you in your driveway at home. It was breezy out, much cooler than the previous day. As you awaited her arrival, you double and triple checked each drawer as well as your checklist to make sure you hadn’t forgotten anything.

“Um, hey,” her quiet voice croaked from behind you. Turning around to face her, you noticed her purple guitar case was strapped to her back. She clutched a black and purple drawstring bag close to her.

“Are you ready?”

She relaxed slightly at the peppy and cheerful sound of your voice. Part of her wondered how you could be so cheerful and excited about something as small as an overnight road trip, but this had been your dream for so long, how could you not be excited? “Yeah,” she smiled. “Let’s get on the road.”

It was everything you had imagined. With the windows rolled down you could feel the wind brushing against your form. Hands rubbing against the steering wheel cover, you smiled through every twist and turn that the open road had to offer.

It didn’t take long for you and Jirou to become more comfortable with one another. It helped that you had slipped a book of questions onto the dashboard, and as you drove she read from the list. The questions ranged from anything to “What is your favorite ice cream flavor?” to “What is your most embarrassing memory from middle school?”

“Alright alright alright,” Jirou said, still laughing from the answers you gave to the last question. “What is the worst excuse you have ever given for turning in a late assignment?”

You chuckled at the question, remembering the last excuse you had given to one of your teachers. “That’s a good one. I would have to say a couple weeks ago when I forgot to do an assignment for Ectoplasm. I told him I was busy mourning the death of my Uncle’s pet chinchilla.”

The laugh that Jirou gave bounced between the metal walls of the van. It was nice hearing her real laugh, one that you know she’s only comfortable sharing with those close to her.

You had been driving for hours. There was a particular campground that you were driving towards. You didn’t realize just how far away it was even though the GPS had told you how long the trek would take.

Jirou had chosen some light hiphop to play as you drove along the open road. The highway was bare aside from a few other cars so there was little noise to disrupt her as she snoozed in the passenger’s seat.

Her purple guitar case clunked around in the back. You were worried that the guitar might break or splinter as the roads got to be especially bumpy but she assured you earlier that it would be safe.

You finally pulled onto the beach. The white sand effortlessly moved under the rough tires of your van. You placed a hand on Jirou’s shoulder and she startled awake.

“Shit was I sleeping?” She looked embarrassed as she wiped away a drop of drool threatening to spill out of the corner of her mouth.

“Yeah but not for very long. We’re here!”

She looked out the window half expecting to see a forest of trees or maybe a waterfall in the background. After all, you told her you’d be camping and nothing much else. Instead she was met with the gentle tide pushing and pulling against the fine grains of sand.

You noticed her facial features soften as she focused on the subtle movements of the tide. It was yet again a smile you were not particularly used to, one you had only seen a few times when you watched her play music. You had a feeling that you would be seeing the different sides of Kyoka Jirou throughout the rest of your trip.

You had parked your van next to a firepit in the sand, one that had a short wall of stacked stones surrounding it. You had built a fire and were roasting marshmallows over it.

“Why did you choose this place to camp?” Jirou asked. “Have you been here before?”

Looking out at the waves, you smiled. “Nah. I was just looking at touristy places online and I stumbled across this place. There weren’t many reviews on the website and it didn’t seem like many people know about this place. But there was one review that caught my eye. The person who wrote it said, ‘This is the perfect place to take a break from work. The sand is so fine it feels as if you’re walking on a cloud. The water is the perfect temperature for dipping your toes in and you can find the prettiest shells along the shore. And the way the sunset reflects on the water, it feels as if you’re in a fairytale and your one true love is just around the bend, waiting for you to find them.’”

Jirou watched you, mouth agape as you recapped the beach’s online review. It was as if you had memorized it word for word and as you spoke of living in a fairytale your eyes sparked with wonder.

You turned to look at her, cheeks becoming warm as embarrassment took over. “So, um, yeah. I just found it online.”

Jirou smiled up at you. “It’s lovely.”

The sun was setting, and as the online review predicted, the colors blended against the water like a painting in a museum and spread out as the tide pushed and pulled in.

You smiled, hands behind you as you leaned back on the spread out blanket. A cool breeze brushed past you and a slight shiver made its way up and down your core. Smiling down at the sand, you picked up a clump full of the fine grains between your loose fingers and watched as the breeze carried them away.

Turning back toward the disappearing sun, you were taken out of your thoughts when you heard the strum of a single guitar string. Your head snapped in Jirou’s direction. She was looking at the strings in complete and utter concentration. Her hands meticulously fiddled with the tuning pegs. When she strummed it again, she hummed in content at hearing the sound it gave.

Your eyes shifted between her and her half eaten s’more laying on the edge of the firepit. Without opening her eyes, she reached down to grab the s’more and take a bite. When all the strings were finally in tune, she gave the guitar a little strum. That smile you had grown to love during your time together reappeared. The apples of her cheeks rose like an early morning sunrise. The way her hair fell against her cheeks so perfectly almost framed her in a new light.

“Ever since I was a child, I loved to wander wild Through the bright city lights, And find myself a life I could call my own.”

As she sang you felt a subtle buzz begin to form in your chest. Watching her play and truly fit in her happy place was a sight unbeknownst to you.

“It was always my ambition To see Piccadilly, Ramble and roam around Soho And Pimlico and Savile Row, And walk down the Abbey Road.”

A new smile, one filled with confidence and joy, spread across her face.

“So I saved all my money And packed up my clothes, And I said good-bye to my friends And my folks back home. And I left for a life of my own. I left for a life on the road.”

You could almost see her glowing as she played. From the way she sang with a bright smile to her methodically moving her fingers up and down the neck of the guitar, it was as if she was radiating pure happiness. It wasn’t long before you were tapping the beat in tandem on your knee.

Watching her was like magic. As the music enveloped you, you truly felt like you were in a fairytale. It even looked as though the nearby gulls were dancing.

The sun had fully set by the time Jirou had strummed the last few chords. She waited a few seconds before opening her eyes to the dying embers of the fire. She tilted her head up to look at you. When she saw your awestruck expression, she immediately went back to being a blushing mess.

“So yeah,” she said, still refusing to meet your gaze. “You said you wanted me to play.”

Yes you wanted to hear her play, but you didn’t expect it to be anything like that. That was magical. Her smile had brightened the entire beach. She was radiating pure joy. That was incredible, that was spontaneous and bright and harmonious. That was Kyoka Jirou.

“I loved it!” You flashed her a bright smile.

As the moonlight illuminated her form and the soft breeze brushed through her silky short hair, you had realized just how beautiful the girl sitting in front of you was. The tide pushed and pulled you into your fantasy fairytale realm and in that moment you never wanted your vacation to end.

#my hero academia #boku no hero academia #my hero academia x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #kyoka jiro #Kyoka jirou #mha jirou #bnha jirou #Kyoka Jirou x reader #bnharem #bnharem collab

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eirian-houpe · 3 years

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Tuesday - Chapter 2

Fandom: Once Upon a Time (TV), Stargate Universe

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Belle (Once Upon a Time)/Nicholas Rush

Characters: Nicholas Rush, Gloria Rush, Belle (Once Upon a Time), unnamed OC

Additional Tags: going round in circles, Time Travel, Alternate Universe, Angst, Eventual Smut, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

Summary: When you go poking around in time, you might sometimes find that it pushes back, as Nick Rush finds out… the hard way.

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Chapter 2 - Do I know you

The windshield wipers moved back and forth across his field of vision so quickly they were a blur, and still he could barely see for the driving rain. Exhaustion pulled at Nicholas Rush like a man that had lived ten thousand years in a single lifetime.

“Shit!” He voiced the sudden epiphany aloud and slammed on the brakes, then spent the next few seconds turning the wheel one way and then the other, using more energy than he had, to control the slide as the tires lost traction on the rain soaked road and the car glided almost gracefully into the hedgerow, and the ditch before it.

He hissed out the expletive as the seat belt tightened around his chest to prevent his fall.

“Fuck!” he snarled again and slapped both hands against the steering wheel, before reaching for the key to try and restart the stalled vehicle. The engine coughed, but nothing more. It probably wouldn’t have made a difference even if he had got it going again. He’d never be able to get out of the ditch, not by himself. He had no choice but to call for help.

The irony wasn’t lost on him that he had communicated across galaxies, and yet as he struggled to pull his cell phone out of his pocket, the words, No Service, glared at him from the top of his screen. He let out another snarling string of colorful language that became a fragile, humorless chuckle as he remembered that he hadn’t done any of that yet, and wondered whether this was the reason the Ancients had created the communication stones in the first place. He knew otherwise, but it was an amusing fantasy and stopped him from losing his temper completely.

He turned and peered into the darkness, seeing nothing but the driving rain. It would do him no good to stay with the car, if the last few hours were anything to go by, this was a road not often traveled. There would be no one come by any time soon.

With a sigh, he slipped the phone back into his jeans pocket and reached for his jacket from the back of the car, trying a second time once he’d released the seat belt, and twisted one way then another to pull it on before he opened the door.

No sooner that, than the wind driven rain blew into his face, and he began to sink into the rain soaked mud underfoot as he stepped out of the car. He leaned back in to pick up the things from the passenger seat, then slammed the door and hurried to the higher, firmer ground of the black top.

A faint feeling of Deja Vu gripped him as he looked first one way and then the other. He’d done this before, and he still had no idea where he was, or which direction he needed to go, but figured that since he hadn’t passed anywhere that looked as though it had a phone he could use, it would serve him better to continue on in the direction he’d been driving. That would be for the best.

He was soaked within seconds, and cursed himself for a fool with almost ever step, until the faint, golden glitter of light ahead sparkled off the falling rain. He breathed a sigh of relief, and put his head down, to move more quickly through the downpour.

By the time he reached the cottage, he was soaked right through to his underwear, and after knocking tried to wait as patiently as he could, listening to the faint sounds of movement from within, but after several long moments of standing with the cold rain trickling down the back of his neck, he lifted his hand to knock again.

The door was opened by a small brunette, who had a shocking white stripe descending from one temple. His belly tugged at him, sending the smallest of waves lower, to center in his groin, and he covered the sensation with an apologetic cough.

“I erm… I wonder if you have a phone I could use?” he began as the blue eyes looked him up and down. “I had a wee accident further down the road and—”

She smiled and stood aside with a gesture for him to come in. It cut him off mid explanation, and as she closed the door behind him she said, “I’ll find you some towels. Can’t have you standing there wet through, you’ll catch your death.”

The sense of deja vu fluttered though his belly again as did the strengthening of the unexplained attraction that had warmth building in his groin, and her familiarity pulled at him like an itch he couldn’t scratch or an elusive word on the tip of his tongue.

…He wrapped an arm around her waist, another into her hair, to tug her closer as they shared the heated, desperate kiss, tongues tangling…

He jumped and gasped slightly as her soft voice shattered the unexpected vision, but he could still feel her, taste her, smell the rose of her perfume.

“There’s a fire lit, if you want to get warm.”

“Thank you,” he managed, his voice thick with the desire he remembered, but knew he had never shared, and as a distraction to his obviously addled, sleep deprived mind, started to follow the sound of the crackling wood that beckoned, warm and inviting, as was the faint aroma of cinnamon that replaced the scent of roses which he smelled with every breath.

She returned a moment later, carrying a towel under one arm, and what looked like pajama pants and a folded bath robe in her hands. These she set down on the chair beside the fireplace.

“Did you find what you were looking for, Nicholas?”

The question, asked so casually, almost stopped his breath, and frowning, he looked down at her again, finally entertaining that the feelings of deja vu meant something more than his mind playing games with him.

“We’ve…”

He turned her, releasing her with one arm to sweep the things from the top of the desk in almost the same moment that he lifted her to it, and she giggled playfully as she started in on the buttons of his shirt.

“…met, haven’t we?” he asked, his tone tight with the effects of the new vision.

The homeowner chuckled and pressed the towel against the middle of his soaked chest. “We have,” she said. “But it was quite some time ago.”

“You’re going to have to try and be a bit more specific than that,” Rush glanced round at Brody, the illusion with which Destiny was currently tormenting him, “if you expect me to produce the desired results instead of, oh, I don’t know, flying us straight into the sun instead of around it?”

“There’s no need to be quite so testy, Doctor Rush.” Brody-Destiny said.

“Testy,” Rush actually looked up from the small notepad in which he was scribbling as, ahead of them, the star loomed closer and closer. “That’s rich coming from the likes of you.”

Brody… Destiny said nothing.

About to return to his work, Rush thought better of it and pointed at Brody for a moment as he said, “In fact, ever since I set foot aboard this ship, you have been the most objectionable piece of hardware I’ve ever had the misfortune to work with. Your interface is counter intuitive. Your AI, quite frankly, is temperamental at best and bordering on hostile most of the time, and when you don’t get your own way you resort to threats to make sure that we do as you say.”

He turned back to his notes then, consulting the complex mathematics he was working over multiple pages, and making cautious inputs into the navigation array in front of him.

“Wow.” It wasn’t Brody’s voice that answered him, but Gloria and a part of him cringed inwardly. What the hell made Destiny think she would be able to motivate him to solve the equations. “I love you too, Nick.”

She reached up to run her fingers through his long hair, but he swatted away the touch, much as he would have done a mosquito.

“Again,” he said with exaggerated patience, “the possibility of survival, provided I get my calculations right, or certain destruction in the heart of a dying star. Your choice.”

“Fine,” Gloria said and took a step back. “Calculate away. Don’t let me stop you.”

He put his head back down to his calculations for barely a moment before he felt Gloria’s eyes - well Destiny’s replica of Gloria anyway - boring into the back of his head and with a sigh, he half turned and said, “With you looking over my shoulder, that’s not likely to happen, is it?”

“Oh, I… would you perhaps like someone,” Gloria said, directly over his shoulder this time.

“…Less distracting,” Doctor Jackson finished, from the exact same spot.

“I’d prefer y’weren’t here at all, actually,” Rush snapped. “It’s not helpful and it’s not going to make me work any faster.”

“Killjoy!” Jackson snorted, “I knew someone once, had a bumper sticker on the back of their car that said, The closer you get, the slower I drive. They thought it was hilarious but—”

“Doctor Jackson!” Rush looked pointedly over at the far side of the room.

“Fine, fine,” Jackson muttered, moving away.

“Anyone would think you find him threatening.” Brody again, and this time, Rush looked up and almost snarled at him.

“If you must be here, then I wish you’d at least stick with one form instead of changing every two seconds.”

“Well, who would we—” Brody cut himself off. “Oh, I know. How about…”

“Hello, Nicholas.”

Rush was fairly sure he’d never heard the voice before, though was somewhat surprised - or perhaps disappointed - that Destiny hadn’t chosen Amanda to be her spokesperson. He glanced up from the calculations again, to take in the small brunette with the deepest blue eyes he thought he’d ever seen. A complete stranger to him though, and yet also intimately familiar.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” he said, a ridiculous question as of course he knew her. She was Destiny.

“Not yet,” she answered enigmatically, “but you will… quite well, as a matter of fact.”

He stared at her as though she had suddenly grown an extra head. “I beg your pardon?” he asked, surprised beyond measure - completely caught off guard.

“The star, Nicholas,” she answered softly, nodding toward the view screen. “You can satisfy your curiosity later - when we’re not all in imminent danger of being toasted to a crisp.”

“Hmm?” At his confused, distracted query she gestured again to the star fast approaching - though the truth were the other way around - Destiny’s forward viewer. “Yes, yes of course.”

Rush turned his full attention to the remaining elements of the calculation, and began rapidly punching data into the console on the arm of the pilot’s seat. He glanced over his shoulder at the figure still standing, calmly, watching the approaching star, a strange look of fond amusement on her face.

“You might want to hold on for this,” he said.

Brilliant heat and light stretched reality, like molten glass being blown on the end of a glass worker’s tube, and around him, Destiny stretched and buckled, and the light grew until it became too bright for him to see, and he screwed up his eyes, until at last, the light faded.

"Okay, who can tell me the significance of Shaw’s algorithm?”

The student stood, answered, his words all bending into one meaningless speech. He’d heard it before, it was no more helpful now than it was then.

It made his head ache at the temples. This was where it originated anyway and he remembered, if memory was what this was; if seeing visions of some point in time that he was visiting, painfully so, again and again could be called memory, risking everything in order to gain… what?

The future-memories were already fading, faster this time than the last. That wouldn’t do… that would never do.

If he forgot now, he’d just go through the motions, same old, same old - wouldn’t remember that the Gloria he carried in his head told him… will tell him… that he was not the man she fell in love with and that it was her death made him callous. Was that true? Had he… would he become that way?

He shook his head at himself. He had to find a tense for this - a way to refer to events in this never ending loop. A way to remember. Longer.

If he could do that, perhaps he could find that one key moment around which everything pivoted, and could make a change, a real change. Break the cycle. Find the answer.

Did you find what you were looking for?

He blinked, just as Gloria’s friend came running down the corridor after him… calling his name, reminding him that he had somewhere to be. Could this be it? Could this be the one factor that would send his life, and those of everyone else, veering off down another, gentler path?

He made it from the university to the oncology department in record time - less time than it should have taken. His dashboard clock read 4:06 as he hurriedly parked the car, barely pausing to lock it, before racing for Doctor Browning’s office, arriving breathless just as Gloria was being shown into the ‘inner sanctum.’ Surprised to see him - hadn’t he told her he wouldn’t be there - she smiled up at him as she sat down, and he leaned down to kiss her cheek.

“Sorry I’m late,” he said, both to her and to the Doctor who entered from another door with a file folder in his hand. “Traffic.”

“It’s all right,” Gloria told him, and took his hand to squeeze it tightly as he pulled up a chair beside her. She wasn’t to know that on every other occasion, she’d been there alone.

He sat in his office, chewing on the side of his finger as he contemplated the argument in one of the student’s papers and almost jumped when the phone rang.”

“Yes,” he answered curtly, only then noticing the time - 4:46.

“It’s back.” Her voice sounded tight. As though she were trying not appear upset or anything other than resigned.

“I had a feeling,” he said.

“You did? You… you never said so.”

“No,” he confessed, guilt crowding in on him. He should have said. He shouldn’t have blown her off that morning with empty platitudes, when the real reason he didn’t want to go with her to the doctor’s appointment was that he was afraid. Terribly afraid.

“I can’t go through this again, I can’t.” She wept then, and he didn’t know what he should say - what he could say. “Nick? Nick are you there?”

He squeezed back as the doctor sat, opened the file, and took a breath, preparing to tell them what they both feared. This wasn’t his answer.

The room above his head spun as he levered himself up, reaching for the bottle and the glass, bring them together to pour a stream of amber liquid into the tumbler, and then straight into his mouth. Half of his drunken self wondered why he didn’t just abandon the glass altogether.

“Cut out the middle man,” he slurred, even while pouring another couple of fingers into the whiskey glass.

“Pardon?” A voice interrupted his valiant attempt to get so hammered that he didn’t remember he’d lost— He frowned then. How the hell did this man get into his house. Hadn’t he locked the door? Doctor Jackson evidently caught his sour expression, and immediately added, “I’m… sorry, I… I rang the bell several times, the er… door was open.”

“Yes,” he agreed, sitting up and rubbing at his bleary eyes.

“I’ve got some great news,” Jackson said. “Our source among the Lucian Alliance has come through. We’ve got the location of a planet that just might suit our power requirements.”

He looked up at the man, blinking as he picked up his glasses, and put them on. The world became clearer, but no less unstable… still spinning. “Then let’s go,” he said, and when Jackson made no move he added, “What are we waiting for?”

“I’m… thinking maybe it’d be better if we, er… You should maybe sober up first, hmm?” Jackson leaned down to help him up, and Rush could tell by the expression on his face that he must smell as bad as he suddenly felt, a thought confirmed a moment later, when Doctor Jackson added, “Aaand maybe a shower and a change of clothes.”

Water, like hot needles fell down over his head, cascading onto his body, chasing away the fog that marred his brain, but forming a swirling mist at his feet. He covered his hands with soap, and used the soap to scrub away the foul sweat that his body expelled, remnants of the alcohol with which he was drowning himself, numbing himself to his grief.

As the numbness lifted, memories flooded in. Her face, her smile, the way he’d let her down - put work before his love for her, for fear of losing her, and losing her anyway; throwing himself into the depth of despair that could only be born by driving himself to the edge of exhaustion with work, or as then, at the bottom of a bottle.

He laid his forehead on the class of the shower, his mouth open, his body wracked with silent sobs, swallowed by the steam still rising in the captive compartment and…

…Rush shuddered, taking a huge, uncomfortable breath as the stasis field faded, then blinked out and he slumped against the perspex door that began to lift away, rising to deposit him on the cold of the deck; his shallow breath fogged in the frigid air.

“No, no, no,” he gasped.

Coughing, still shivering, Rush rolled onto his back, forcing his eyes open and searching through the blurred vision for something, anything, that might get him out of the deadly nature of his situation. He spotted the lone EVA suit against the glass of the last closed and functioning stasis chamber.

He reached with a hand that was fast becoming numb, grasped the ridge of the wall and began to drag himself toward it.

“Not again… Not. Again.”

#rushbelle #au #time travel #going round in circles #angst #eventual smut #hurt/comfort #tuesday

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taco-night-frenzy · 3 years

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June Journal

It’s time for me to just RAMBLE away again! Good luck!

Gender Time

I had some trans cake today that I found from the grocery store. It was with rainbow cake and they’re labeled “carnival cake” and not pride I guess, which is kind of annoying, but I KNOW the area I live in has a lot of pockets of old white republican people, so I’m SURE they would have complained.

Speaking of, been feeling off and on about being a trans girl. Today’s a bit of an off day. I want to be a girl but I don’t want to do any of the work to ‘pass’ really. I think I’m not too bad at least, but again, I’ve been seeing these republican/trump people around where I live and just... it makes me uncomfortable.

I don’t even want to post a picture of it, but today we had a truck parked in front of our home covered in all the most stupid bumper stickers like “I’m TRYIN’ to drive this way to PISS you off” and like Fox News stickers and all that typical stuff you see from those people, and I just thought like... These are the type of people that might hassle me. I can’t deal with that. I don’t want these kinds of people here, where I have to worry about what I look like in my own home.

Speaking of my area... here’s a couple of the kind of masks my gf @likes-words-and-shrimp and I like to wear

Masks are coming off

California got rid of our mask mandate everywhere here a little less than a week ago, and EVERYONE is taking them off everywhere and SO quickly. It’s really frustrating. I really like wearing a mask outside. They make me feel comfortable, they hide the hair on my face, some masculine parts of my face, etc. I’m already starting to feel like the odd-one out for wearing a mask and like... they just make me feel comfortable in my gender. I hope I’ll be able to keep wearing them without feeling judged.

Oh yeah it was my birthday

Some stuff I got from girlfriend again. I might have showed it earlier but who cares??

I had Fish Grill which is like my favorite. I just eat Alaskan Salmon and rice and beans and I feel like I could eat it for my whole life.

I’m 31 now and it doesn’t feel like much is different except my back hurts more often...

Had to call my family for it of course, which was stressful. I didn’t call them till like a week later even though they called me on the day. I just didn’t want to talk to them. They don’t know I’m trans and I don’t know if I’ll ever tell them or want to deal with it. When I finally did call, it was... all right. Nothing too bad. They misgender me which sucks, but I’ve never told them, so its not exactly their fault (yet)

my mom complained about people my age as per usual at some point. Like millennials have any money or power to do anything. After the call was over, I felt just off and weird and judged throughout the day and it reminded me why I don’t like calling my family.

PILLS here!

Right, last time I talked about anti-depressants. I got new ones recently and they make me feel a decent bit better. I’ve been taking half a dosage which was OK’d by my psychiatrist if I didn’t like how full made me feel. I think a full dosage actually DOES make me feel emotionally better and less stressed all around!

BUT! I think it also makes my back hurt? Just constant back pain?? I don’t know if this is true or not, it feels like I’m making this up, but when I go back to taking just half a pill again, it seems like my back doesn’t hurt as much?? And half a pill still has good effects on me overall and makes me a lot less anxious I think.

CREATIVE time??

I’m sure I’ve mentioned this a million times, but I’m STILL working on Hotel Wario (the big sequel to my Detective Luigi series) and I’ve only VERY recently starting finally writing it again. I’ll give you a little snippet, AND! I will show you a little surprise I got for it. A preview of a commission I got from @artpghero

The commission IS done and I look at it almost every day and feel energized into writing more of it! But I don’t want to show the full thing until this longfic is DONE.

Anyways, we’re still sitting at about 74k words here. I’m expecting the finished product to be around 90k, maybe even 100k? Probably not that long, but who knows. I’m really happy with how my creative works are going.

VIDEO GAAAAAAAAMES!

I have been playing video games as you all well know because those are what keep me going. I have a LOT I’ve played and I have feelings for them.

I played and beat Rabi Ribi and I really really liked it! This was a metroidvania that’s MUCH more open for exploring than actual Metroid or Castlevania and its got a cast of EXCLUSIVELY girls. The entire WORLD is cute/sexy anime girls and they are all CANONICALLY gay with each other, so you can be sure this will be one of my favorite games I played this year.

Played a game called Genesis Noir on Game Pass. Pretty neat artsy little point and click. Almost no dialogue. Over in a few hours. Was a cool experience where you just go through trippy and pretty art and try to understand WTF is going on. (The picture is probably gonna look terrible on tumblr, idc)

In the middle of playing Ghost of a Tale on Game Pass right now, and this game has been a GEM for me. I did not know anything about it or what I was getting into, but I really like it. You basically just play as a lil mouse friend and you go exploring this really interesting fantasy world and learning about the lore and characters. It feels like a fantasy book that you get to just sort of meander around in. Not much gameplay to speak of, a bit tedious but I just love the writing and feel of the world and that’s clearly what’s most important in this game. We’ll see how much I keep liking it as time goes on!

OTHER media??

I’m still reading Gideon the Ninth. It’s still cool! I like it. I can’t say anything new about it other than its still gay, its still necromancery, and its still got really cool environments and is still fairly funny.

As for anime, I’m mostly just watching Slayers now, and I ADORE Slayers. We’re on Slayers Try now, and I just... I love everyone. It’s a good show, it’s good nostalgia, it is just good.

AND UH....

I think that’s good enough for now. I probably talked overly much here, but that’s about the gist of things. Yeah, my life is kind of just going to the grocery store and playing video games and hoping I will write. But it’s been okay. The day itself today has been pretty meh, but like 90% of my days are good and I’m content, and I know for a fact I��ll be feeling better very soon so I’m not too bothered. Thank you pills. Let’s hope they keep working and I keep gettin em.

BYEEEEEEEEEE

#personal post #journal #long post

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emmahayashi · 4 years

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— if you keep ignoring your emotions like this, you will eventually break down. how unfortunate.

EMMA HAYASHI ( LYRICA OKANO ) is a 17 year old JUNIOR student at Broadripple Academy. SHE is originally from PORTLAND, OR but moved to Broadripple 1 YEAR ago. She is DILIGENT and SHREWD but can also be STANDOFFISH and BLUNT.

BASICS

Name: Emma Hayashi ( 林エマ ) Age: 17 Grade: Junior House: Melleray Cabin Room: Room 1 of the Junior Cabin How long have they been at Broadripple: 1 year Where are they from originally: Portland, OR Extra curricular: Yearbook ( Photographer ), Speech and Debate ( Member ) Other: Biography + Stats / Pinterest

TRAITS

Positive Personality Traits: Diligent, Creative, Shrewd Neutral Personality Traits: Competent, Mysterious, Selective Negative Personality Traits: Cynical, Blunt, Dramatic

FACTS

TW: terminal illness, parental death

— Emma is an only child raised by a single parent, her father. Her mother got sick shortly after her first birthday and passed away shortly after her second. She doesn’t really remember her mother and only knows her through old home videos and birthday cards she wrote for Emma before she passed. ( Her mom wrote her a birthday card for every birthday until her 21st. I’m big emo about it. )

— Seeing as it was just her and her dad growing up, they’re very close. Emma is extremely protective over her father. Legend has it she quit gymnastics lessons when she was 10 and again with dance lessons when she was 14 because one of the moms were getting too chummy with him ( and she really wasn’t vibing with the idea of a stepmom; she has a perfectly good mom she can learn from and connect with through old videos ).

— Much to Emma’s dismay, her father couldn’t be single forever and eventually got into a relationship with a new administrative hire at the university he teaches at. Sheila was kind, very helpful, seemed to make her father laugh, and very, very Christian. The last bit made Emma quite wary but she agreed that as long she didn’t push her beliefs onto them, she could stay. ( Her father thinks she was joking but she really wasn’t. )

— The idea ( read: insistence ) of attending Broadripple was something that was brought up to Emma by her father ( read: his fiancee told him to bring it up with her ) after an incident that happened between Emma, a friend, and her soon-to-be stepmom. She had no interest in moving schools but her dad ( who is normally 110% on Emma’s side ) seemed decided about how ‘good’ it’ll be for her. She saw right through his bullshit and immediately knew the entire thing was Sheila’s doing.

— Taking into account how close Emma is with her father, she feels deeply betrayed by him taking Sheila’s side after Emma and her friend were caught in a compromising position by her now-stepmom. It’s been a year since Emma enrolled into Broadripple, and her relationship with her father is still just as broken as it was before she left for boarding school. Though Emma’s father often makes efforts to mend their relationship, Emma is resolute in the fact that her dad can eat shit for picking someone he’s dated for 8 months over her.

HEADCANONS

— Emma is a very diligent student. Straight A’s. 110% focus in class. She finishes all of her homework the same day she gets it if she can, but will call you a ‘nerd’ for doing the same thing though because she’s #edgy like that.

— Emma is very artsy. It’s not uncommon to see her with a camera around her neck. Sometimes it’s because she’s taking photos for yearbook, but usually she’s just collecting video footage because she enjoys making short videos set to music in her free time. (An example of her stuff.)

— Music obsessed. Usually seen with earphones in and her eyes on her phone. She’s probably scrolling through Spotify for a new song to listen to so she can forget she’s living in a cabin with a bunch of weirdos in the middle of the woods.

— Kind of a big loner. She just prefers her own company. She’s also a bit on the fence about Broadripple folk or letting anyone get close to her because 1) she really doesn’t like religious people because of the bad experience with her stepmom and 2) she now fully believes that because of her dad that it doesn’t matter how close you are to someone, they will pick themselves over you in the end. Big yikes. Talk about trust issues.

— The camera she uses a Nikon D5600 ( primarily for Yearbook things and video projects ) but she also has a Fujifilm X-T20 that she uses occasionally for more chill day-to-day stuff. It’s smaller and less hefty.

— When not in uniform, she is ALWAYS in an outfit that is predominantly black, if not all black. Winged liner, black stud earrings, and Doc Martens are also a staple in her appearance.

— Always has a pair of Apple earphones rolled up and on her person at all times in case her usual AirPods ( it has a black case with an onigiri sticker on the front and a middle finger sticker on the back #duality ) run out of battery. She’s that paranoid about being without music knowing she’s going to be in even closer quarters with her Broadripple classmates.

— Ties her hair up when she’s about to study or do work (and not that she’d ever tell anyone this but she was deeply influenced to develop that habit because of Violet Baudelaire from the A Series of Unfortunate Events books.)

QUESTIONS ABOUT THE RETREAT

What do they think about The Retreat?

Emma is pissed but she’d rather be at boarding school than to have to deal with her dad and her new stepmom’s just-married bliss everyday so she’s taking it on the chin. She thinks it’s ridiculous that her dad is paying this much money for her to get a fancy education but also she has to sleep in a derelict shack?? (It’s not a shack, Emma is just dramatic.) She likes the idea of her dad’s wallet hurting for something so stupid though so she’s weirdly for it and not for it at the same time. Mostly mad about the lack of WIFI. How is she going to do her homework? And what if she wants to listen to a song that isn’t downloaded on her Spotify? Chaos!

Do they have any previous experience with camping or other outdoors?

No. Emma is very much an indoor kid/person. She likes her privacy, she likes her space, she likes her toilet with its built-in bidet, her WIFI. But she has some experience with the outdoors. She’s hiked several trails back in Oregon with her friends and often likes to go to woodsy places for video footage. The outdoors as an aesthetic is *chef’s kiss* for Emma. She’ll hang outdoors as long as she knows she can inevitably return indoors with all of her favorite comforts.

What does their cabin bunk look like? How will they decorate their space?

Minimal but sentimental. Emma is trying not to get too comfortable because of false hope that this situation will be sorted sooner than later and she’ll only have to share a room with one person in not too long. She has a several things stuck on the wall her bed is against. A group shot of her and her friends. A polaroid of her cat, Oscar. A photo of her and Bernie, a too-good-for-this-world Saint Bernard that belongs to Sheila but has since moved into the Hayashi household now that she’s married to Emma’s dad. The first postcard her best friend managed to successfully send to her from Portland. A PDLIF bumper sticker.

Do they believe in the supernatural? To what degree?

No, Emma thinks that’s nonsense. She’s very much a rational person that’s grounded in science and logic. However, she can’t deny that some shady shit’s been going on at Broadripple since she’s been here. Sometimes she swears she sees figures rush past in her peripheral but she quickly reminds herself it’s probably just her imagination or information being relayed back to her eyes in a weird way, a cognitive illusion or something.

Are they easily spooked?

No. Emma is quite interested by eerie sort of things so it doesn’t turn her away. Though she has had to take a deep breath and grit her teeth sometimes to stomach certain creepy places around Broadripple (not that she’d admit that). She wills herself to not be spooked, let’s say that. Can’t fight the way your body reacts to some things though.

AND FINALLY,

You’ll watch everyone else go mad. You don't much believe in the things everyone says they're seeing and hearing in the woods. Overreacting, indulging each other's fantasies, building nothing into something. But... you're the odd one out. Doesn't that make you mad?

#retreat:intro #retreat:task #retreat:task1 #terminal illness tw #parental death tw #emma ; about

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14x13 (300th) Commentary

Special episode where a bunch of tired and caffeinated Europeans ( plus a sleepy American) scream together, and then die and try to get on with their day ( lol AS IF)

Hello and welcome:

@purpleskiesandcherrypies (Nat)

@dean-winchesters-bacon (Kat)

@waywardbaby (Zee)

@ain-t-bovvered (Giu)

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12

“Dad’s on a hunting trip-

[shuts laptop]

Giu: It’s already a no from me

uuugh ok [opens laptop]

“-and he hasn’t been home in a few days “

Zee: That’s when I fell in love

Kat : I fell in love at “easy tiger”

Nat: He looks like a demon

Giu: he does

sign under the register: your baby daddy sitting in jail? Sell your gold and get bail.

wow.

S: we are looking for the good stuff.

me searching for men

Kat : I need that wad of money, And the man attached to it

Giu: SAM

Zee : So done

Nat: Dean's done

Kat : That was so Jared lol

D.”No you didn’t”

Kat: Oh shit Dean. All sexy business

Giu: They not happy

Kat : FIRE

Giu: NOT THE HAIR NOT THE HAIR

[pauses video] TUMMY! [presses play again]

Giu: HE’S A BIG BOY

Zee : Turn his back to dean?

Nat&Kat: They always talk too much

Nat: he stole my line

Nat: PLAGIARISM

Nat: don't put that in

Giu: I’m gonna put that in

Nat: no

The smoke coming out the gun tho. I love that gun.

Zee : Put that down dean

Giu: Dean don’t touch things

In what goddamn dystopian fantasy a theater in 2019 show Beetlejuice? because I wanna live there.

Giu: I want that jacket. Doesn’t it look like the family business jacket?

Zee : I want that car,with everything in it

Giu: ...AND ON IT

Nat: I want that man

Giu: lol it’s like the Winchesters are some sort of the mean girls of town.

The Campbell brothers are scary. They have two shotguns and a strange silver blade.

I hear the tall one hair's insured for $.

I hear the other one has a tinder account. His favorite music can be heard from miles before coming into town.

One time, they met god. And he stayed at their house. One time, they killed Hitler. It was awesome.

Kat : I WANT THE MEN

-” The Campbell brothers “ [sobs]

D:”Make it double”

Oh look the Family Business stuff again

S:” John Wayne Gacy cigar box”

uh that’s not good.

“Jack and Cass are out with Jules and her crew. When they’re back they can help us cataloging “ [already excited]

D:” aWeSoME”

- “Where did they even came from? them or their weird sidekick with the trench coat”

I love how before the boy Eliot talked about hearing stuff from the trunk of the car and I did not even bat an eye, because.....yeah...probably happened more than once.

Giu&Kat: Dumb bambi look

- Max:” It doesn’t mean they kidnapped bigfoot or whatever “

that could have happened too .

How did I miss all this gay vibes between the girls before?

Giu: anyway that is unrealistic, those girls would be drooling after those two.

Nat: Nah, they're too old for them

me at myself editing the commentary: they lesbian, bitch .

Nat: Max is trouble, isn't she

Kat: Don’t touch my baby’s car teen bitch

Zee : Why is sam so hot here?

Nat: BABY

- D;” No,no, no, no”

Zee : Oh the bitch did

Giu: THEY DED

Giu: DON T MOVE YESSIR

-S *thinks of the kids*

D: “Swear to God if anything happens to that car-” *thinks murder*

Giu: Meanwhile dean is having panic attacks

Nat&Giu&Kat: I don't wanna die. lol

Giu: TRIPLE PLAGIARISM

Kat: Stop Omg

Nat: We should stop

Zee : Look at those puppy eyes

- “So you want me to give you an underage girl’s address?”

Nat: hahahahahahhahahahahaha i like that woman

D:”Marta, how’s that grandson of yours?”

“if you could help us out I would, I would really appreciate it”

“Please”

Zee : I’d melt

Kat: THAT TAP

Nat: I mean...helloooooo

Giu: There goes her values

Nat: I would tell him everything and more

Zee : Giuls the hand gif. Please and thank you

- you want my address too?

Kat: He’s putting the moves

Kat: Their lips are extra pink

-Yeah but like...I would have melt with Sam too honestly.

SKIP DAY! aaaah the memories, we had skip days once a month.

Giu: OH NO

Zee : They dumb

Giu: i wouldn’t touch that creepy fuck teddy bears

Giu: can I slap some sense in those bitches

Giu: GACY FUCK NO

Nat: Baby, please tell me you're not hurt

Kat: BABY BABY

D: “ FBI everybody out”

me : ....arrest me.

Giu: Sam: no fuck clown

Kat: Serial killer clown

Nat: Sammy, I think you need to get away

Kat: Best and worst thing ever

- D:” ‘Cause you love serial killers but you hate clowns”

eh same .

Zee : look how happy he is

D:” Sam....today”

Kat: HURRRY UP SAMMEH

D: “....Hey! “

Nat: Dean Bean

Kat: Adorable bean

Zee: We’re damn good at why we do

Nat: They're going all dad on them

Kat: It’s hot

- S:” You sure don’t wanna call Mom here? or Cass?”

D:” No because if it works , great, if not, why get their hopes up?”

Zee : Hello

Nat: JOHN

Kat: SHIT SHIT. SHIT Kicking their asses lol

Giu: My eyes are sweating

Nat: I got Negan vibes lol

? : “Don’t you move”

[chills]

Zee : That’s another Daddy

Giu: HE LOOKS GOOD

J: “What in the hell”

J: “Sammy, aren’t you supposed to be in Palo Alto?”

Nat: Palo Alto. Oh god.

Giu: Good god [sobs]

J: “What happened to you?” when did you stretch like that

Nat: It's 2003

Kat: It’s very difficult

J:”You saved the world?”

Zee : More than once

Giu: We died....more than once

Zee : Look at that precious face

D:”I think he’d be real happy to know you are finally here”

- Glad they mentioned Henry, I miss him.

S:” We are legacies because of you”

J.” I just wish that I had been there to see it”

Nat: Awww the look on Sammy

Nat: It fucking breaks my heart alright

D:”Non of this would have happened without you”

J:” It’s good, it’s fine. I went out taking out yellow eyes. That was the point. Get the thing that killed Mom”

Giu: im not ready for what.’s coming

Zee : Me neither

Kat: So much sobbing

Nat: What are you talking about. I'm not ready for the whole damn episode

Giu: STOP WITH THE MUSIC

Zee : Brace yourselves

- J [desperately softly]:” ...Mary?”

Giu: OH NO FUCKING JDM

Nat: Oh god NO

Zee : Oh fuck you

Giu: FUCK MY LIFE. FREAKING ACTING SKILLS.

Nat: FUCK OFF

Zee : IM SCREAMING HERE

Nat: THE BOYS...lol

D:” I’m freaking out”

No Dean, I’m freaking out. And I already know, looking at Sam face, what’s coming.

Nat: "I wanted this man"

D:” I wanted this since I was 4 years old”

I CAN T

Zee: One family dinner

Nat: NO DEAN BEAN PLEASE Sammy is right

Kat: He is but it hurts. So much

Nat: TAKE A KNIFE AND STAB ME

oH....Sammy and Daddy time. Can I skip?

Look at John fucking face!! he’s already so proud.

S:” Dean and I tried to make that once” [nervous laughter]

[John’s face falls]

Zee : Here come regrets

J:”i...I remember “

Sam’s like...”you do?”

J: “ I screwed up with you a lot, didn’t I?”

The noise and expression and breathing Jared choose to made here is worth more than any words

Nat: GOD, SAM YOU PRECIOUS BEAN

S:” no, that’s okay”

J:”No, it’s not”

[me bathing into the holy light of jesus] yeeeees thank you

Sam looks so uncomfortable.

J: “You didn’t have a problem talking about it before you left”

ooooh John is trying so hard tho.

S: “..Dad...” [pauses like he can’t believe he can say that again]

me hitting myself : stop doing this to yourself bitch.

S: “ yeah...you know what? you did some messed up things”

S: “When I think about you....and I think about you a lot..[voice cracks]”

S:”I think about you on the floor of that hospital. And I think about how I never got to say goodbye”

Giu: fuck NOPE I’M OUT

Kat: *drags you back*

Giu: *fights it*

Zee: I’ll tie you down bitch just watch

Kat: I can’t i can’t I can’t

Giu: JARED STOP

Nat: FUCK JARED WHY ARE YOU SO GOOD

Nat: JARED STAHP

Kat: JARED IS INCREDIBLE

J: “Sam....[touches him]”

S: [gets almost scared when John touches him]

and now a change of camera so you can see more hurt

Nat: FUCK THIS I'M GOING OUT WITH YOU GIULS

Kat: I’ll tie you down

Zee: Can this fucking music just stop

Giu: CAN SOMEONE JUST GIVE ME MERCY? it’s 8:40am it’s too early for this

Kat: FUCK YOU JARED PADALECKI

Giu: STOP CRYIG

Giu: ahahahaahahhahahahaahah imma have a heart attack

Nat: SHIT NO FUCK THIS

Giu: Im forgetting english and spelling

J: “Son...I am so sorry”

Zee: That’s enough

Nat: YOU FOUGHT FOR US THAT'S ENOUGH

Giu: CLOSURE

Nat: what's english i'll start to groan in german soon

Zee: I’ll swear in Greek

Giu: I’m already gesturing in italian anyway

S:”Want some company?”

Nat: I get the booze you get the food, I want that bumper sticker

Nat: Why doesn't he remember?What the fuck is happening

Giu: The surnaaaame

Kat: YOU’LL SEE THE SHIT IT HAPPENING

Giu: THE FUCK

Zee : Blue steel

Nat: BWAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Giu: WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT

Never forget

Nat: WANNA BE TED TALK

Nat: PROFESSOR JARED

Giu: GOD BLESS KALE (Misha wrote that)

Kat: THE TURTLENECK

hot take: that’s Misha’s turtle neck

Nat: THE GLASSES

D:”No, no , it gets worse”

TEDTalk!Sam is an empty shell. I hate it.

Kat: THE SLICKED BACK HAIR

Giu: Lotta beheadings

Zee : Can Jared stop being hotter in this ep?

D:”Well, I’m cool but you are ugh”

Giu: I saw enough doctor who to know what is Sam talking about.

S:” If all is different, then what else changed”

Giu: OH.

Zee : Oh no

Nat: Zach is also ugh

Giu: NO GO AWAY

Giu: HEY BABE

- GUESS WHO NEVER FOUGHT IN HELL AND RAISED SOME SALTY ASS FROM PERDITION???

Z:”Earth ...where you are always stepping in something”

I mean, he’s not wrong

Zee: Constantine

Nat&Zee: I don't understand that reference

Giu: SDEFAFANSBAKWBLENDP

Zee : Control yourself woman

D:”How are we gonna tell Dad?”

S: “How are we gonna tell Mom”

Nat: Why are the teens everywhere are they running out of extras? I can be an extra.... for love scenes

Zee : I can be a fly in the wall

Z:”I need to know who’s been messing with time?” like...I mess with time, that’s my thing, who’s stealing my job

Giu: SQUINTY BOY

Z:”This town is always been a little muddy for us”

Z:” he...murders you all”

Kat: Ugh I want to stab Zach in the face

oh jfc Cass is a fucking murder machine,kinda like the apocalypse world NO

Nat: Zach, just shut the fuck up, will ya

Zee: I’m an angel of the lord AAAAAAHHHHHH

Zee : GIULS IM DEAD

Giu: IS IT BAD THAT IM AROUSED

Kat: WINGS

Giu: FUCK

Zee: THE ONLY LOGICAL OUTCOME. Babe how dare you ?

D:”Cass? “

C: who’s this bright soul , oh no he’s hot.

D:”Cass, you know us”

C: I WISH.

C: “I don’t know you”

Kat: I DONT KNOW YOU

Nat: Ow...a stab in the heart

Giu: NO

Kat : Breaking my heart

- Oh look you can pin point the exact moment HIS heart breaks.

D:” Cass, don’t”

Giu: LAGO DI GARDA!!

Nat: THE GARDA LAKE? IS THAT AN EXPRESSION?

Giu: No , it’s where i live.

- The satisfaction of seeing Sam kill Zach. Sam enjoying it.

Kat: YAS SAMMEH

Nat: Cas, come on!

- I love that Sam is holding the blade to cut and not stab.

ok ok...honestly I’m enjoying this ok? in the sense that I missed seeing Castiel so strong and powerful , and this is as it should be. He’s an angel , a soldier, with eons of wars behind, he was a captain ffs, the Winchester, they can be as strong as you want but they are human. Even Zach was stronger than them, he was just stupid to fall for Sam trick.

Giu: PLEASE DON’T KILL THEM

Giu: please don’t kill Cass, please don’t kill Cass.

Kat: Dudes the bloopers from this scene will be epic

Nat: I SWEAR IF THEY DON'T SHOW IT

Giu: IM HAVING A HEART ATTACK

D:”Cass, Cass, stop it”

....bitch HE HESITATED , Cass hesitated , he just kept Dean there when he could have just snaps his neck with a bit of pressure.

Zee : Sammy to the rescue

Giu: OH THANK GOD

Us: We want Bamf Castiel back!

Writers: OK

Us: NOT LIKE THIS

Zee: Who needs a heart?

oh look, those plates have the same decorations as the cups we saw in older eps. WHY DO I KNOW THAT.

D:”Egghead”

Nat: me vs. your mom that's not even a choice

Giu: JOHN

Zee : Mary is showing emotion

Nat: I know who i would chose

yeah ok...I would choose this John tho, not the one we started in 2005 .

Zee : Me too

Kat: I almost don’t hate her. She’s hurting so bad. But everything else would be fucked

M:” Sam I can’t”

me too Mary, me too.

Nat: that's the thing. she's hurting more about her husband than her boys

Kat: I said almost

-J:” I never meant for this”

Kat: No son

J: “My fight. It was supposed to end with me. With Yellow eyes”

Giu: AGAIN

J:” But now you- you are a grown man and I’m incredibly proud of you”

Zee : Look how proud

Nat&Giu: JOHN, STAY

Kat: He’s waited so long to hear hat

Nat: LET SAM BE INTERNET FAMOUS

J:” I guess that I hoped, eventually,you would...get yourself a normal life, a peaceful life, a family.”

Zee&Giu : I have a family

Nat&Kat: WE EAT

Nat: A man after my taste

Giu: AND MY POOR HEART

Zee : Too much silence

Kat: #awkward

Nat: #sad

Giu: #The last supper

Zee : Stahp

Kat: SHUT UP BITCH

J:” We can be grateful for this time we have together.”

Kat: #AMEN

Nat: sounds like AYE MEN

Giu: ALWAYS THOUGHT THAT

Kat: Fucking Bob Seger

Giu: THEY DESERVE ALL OF THIS,ALL OF IT . MY BABIES

Kat: I WANNA KNOW THE CONVO

Nat: #DOMESTIC LIFE

S: “It doesn’t feel right to have all of this and have to throw it away and I know we have to.” S:” He just goes back to...to..being Dad”

-Oh honey

Giu: Sam is panicking

Nat: Who would save the world tho

S:” I think it would be nice”

D:” yeah? I used to think that too.”

D:”For the longest time I blamed Dad. I mean I blamed Mom too,you know. I was angry”

D: “Why don’t send him further back , and let some other poor sons of bitches save the world?

oh...OH Dean is woke

D:” But there’s the problem. Who does that makes us? Would we be better off? Maybe. But I’ve got to be honest. I don’t know who that Dean Winchester is.”

D:”I’m good with who I am,and I’m good with who you are”

Zee : Does anybody else experiencing chest pain??

Nat: What's a chest. I can't feel anything below my mouth

Giu: what s a mouth

Kat: #too old for this shit

D:”Cause our life, they are ours”

Kat: BAWLING

Kat: THIS FUCKING MUSIC

M: “I hate this”

Giu: WE HATE THIS

Zee&Kat: My girl

-NOOOOOO

J:”I miss you so damn much”

Nat: #make it stop

Nat: fuck this

Kat: NONONONONONONONONONONO I

Giu: STOP IT STOOOOP

Nat: JARED CONTROL YOUR FACE

Kat: THEY BOTH NEED TO

Zee : Fuck this flips table

-What a soft hug omg I can’t. Why is John so soft , whyyyyyy.

Giu: I WANNA DIE

Nat: FUCK THIS

-Dean’s eyes are dead , he’s trying to be emotionless and I can’t deal with it.

Also Sam keeps throwing glances at Dean and it breaks me.

John looking at his sons is PAAAAIN.

J:” You two. You take care of each other”

S: “We always do”

Can I say that I expected some “Yes Sir” here and there and I’m so glad that there were none? Like...yes they grow up and they are their own men and I’m so damn glad. I would have hated if I heard them saying that.

Kat: GOOD TO SEE YOU DAD

Dean said that so softly I can’t

Nat: OMG

Giu: JARED FUCK

Zee : I’m gonna faint

Nat&Kat: I AM SO PROUD OF YOU BOYS

Giu: JDM FUCK U TOO

Nat: FUCK YOU ALL OF YOU

This ....Jared you fucking broke me here, you just ...can’t go and act like this and expect me to still be breathing .

Giu: JAY DON’T

Goddammit Dean still looks like he doesn’t wan’t to break but ...I can see it, your lips are shaking damn you Jensen.

Oh no here comes the hug of pain.

J:”I love you both so much”

why is Sam crying so much this season , JARED !

-oH NO DEAN SAID IT....DEAN SAID I LOVE YOU , I CAN’T , 911 HELP I CAN’T BREATHE

Nat: HEY, FUCK THIS SHIT I'M GONE

I’m so sick of seeing tears ok? And seeing John so emotional??? NAAAAAH FUCK THAT, I saw those tears falling . FUCK U

NOT THE WINK

Zee : Can they all fuck the fuck off???

J:”Sammy...”

Kat: JENSEN FUCK YOU JARED FUCK YOU JDM FUCK YOU

Nat: TAKE MARY WITH YOU

Giu: dean your face

Kat: JENSEN BROKE ME

Dean looked like a little scared kid there and he just broke me once again.

Nat: THIS IS NOT RIGHT AND THEY KNOW IT THE WRITERS KNOW IT I HATE THIS SO MUCH

Kat: Yeah but that one look. Fuck

ok Now....I wanted to make this gif so badly because it haunted me. This....This is when Sam break the pearl. The sound looks like it hit Dean like a bullet or something and I just ....look at him it looks like he wants to scream, his lips seems like they are spelling a soundless ‘NO’ or he just let go, because he wasn’t breathing until the sound ....I need a minute, I’m gonna throw up my breakfast.

Bye John , I’ll miss you fiercely

aaaaand Dean looks like he’s dead again.

Nat: HEY GIULS Lebanon walk.

Nat I’m dead what do you want me to do? Call me if there is a ghost walk of Lebanon-

Also YAAAAAAS THOSE TWO ARE THE CUTEST

Nat&Kat&Giu: CAS

Sam looks relieved

Kat: OF FUCK THIS

Nat: Look at that phone

Giu: OMG NO

Nat&Zee&Kat: One hell of a dream

Kat: So much plagiarism

Zee : This music NEEDS to stop

Nat: NO WHAT THE FUCK WAS THIS

Giu: THE FUCK

Zee : Can we have a “fuck” count ?

Nat: aWWWW...jACK

Nat: WTF JACK

Giu: Jack honey dont

Kat: WHAT ARE THE DOING TO BABY BEAN

Zee: March 7???

Nat: Yeah no

Writers: heya! we are gonna give you some sweet stuff for the 300th, y’all gonna hate it so much.

after credits brainstorm

Nat: SO GET THIS Did John remember? Did John know that the boys are happy and he spends the last of his days thinking about how he could get rid of Michael? Giu: What what . Oh fuck I sure hope so Nat: He saw that the boys were happy, that Mary came back. That's all he wanted . That's why it wasn't hard for him to let go and make the deal. Zee: I soooooo don’t need this rn Giu: im on board. Because he said that he had the strangest dream right? So since their life are fucked up anyway , what hurt could it make to look that shit up? Nat: He will remember but it's more like a vivid dream and he will do anything to fight for them so that's why it wasn't hard for him at all to save Dean, even though he can't defeat YED. Because he knows that his boys will save the world. And still live. with an angel and lucifer's child.

.I have no word , and no answer of how I’m feeling right now.

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bulwarkbolvirk · 2 years

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AU 01 - Modern

Tag: from horsedrawn wagon to stationwagon [modern au]

Name: Bolvirk Makana Storstrand

Appearance Changes: - far less scars; only has one bisecting his left eyebrow (from a ring in a barfight) and one on the back of his right knee (from an exposed nail on a fence) - ear piercing has a stud at work, various coordinated others when off the clock - hair often in a ponytail or single braid

Typical Clothes: - button-ups, graphic tees/tank tops; polo shirts at work - jeans (usually dark-wash and either straight-leg or boot-cut); twill shorts in warmer weather - black or brown leather belt, often with statement buckles (not worn in warmer weather) - sneakers at work/gym; combat or cowboy boots on days off, boat shoes in warmer weather - patterned/mismatched socks - hoodies, sweaters, and/or shearling coat in colder weather (depending on temperature) - some jewelry (minimal at work); most made of stainless steel or leather (skin area turns green when he wears sterling silver)

Languages: English, Norwegian; learning Hawaiian

Locations: currently lives in a 1-bed-1-bath apartment; housed in an orphanage as an infant, then adopted by single father Geirr Storstrand; grew up in a small coastal town until he was 16

Occupation: works at a local flower shop; also helped out on his father’s fishing boat for a couple years

Transportation: pre-owned silver CRV w/ a few bumper stickers

Hobbies: caring for his balcony garden, reading (especially historical fiction, fantasy, and romance), exercise, keeping a journal, drawing, playing chill/relaxing video games, learning Hawaiian

Skills: gardening, flower arranging, swimming, drawing, decent at singing, whistling, good sense of direction, fairly high physical endurance

Shortcomings: mediocre/average cook, average baker, poor dancer, no practice/experience with musical instruments, often barely on time to work/events/etc

Backstory Summary: Adopted not long after his first birthday, after about 3 months in an orphanage, he grew up in a small one-story house with his adoptive father Geirr - who changed his name to Bolvirk, making his original birth name (Makana) his middle name. He often played with the neighbors’ kids, as well as some of his classmates from school. He spoke English at school and with his friends, but Norwegian at home. Even before he started helping out, his father would sometimes take him onto the fishing boat that Geirr co-captained, teaching him more and more of the ins and outs as he grew older. However, as he became a teenager, he found himself in the difficult position of loving his father and appreciating his father’s work, yet wanting to go his own way in life. His liking for plants in general was expanding from childish curiosity to invested interest, and though his father would listen he could tell Geirr thought it was just an idle hobby. He did accept his father’s offers to work on the boat in a limited capacity during the summer, starting when he was 14, but insisted on bringing up his growing aspirations to be a botanist. Geirr didn’t seem to accept this, insisting that he was going to become a crewmember on the boat after graduating high school so he could eventually take over his father’s job. They had several arguments about this that went nowhere, culminating in Bolvirk packing up everything he could and sneaking out one night to run away. He traveled as far as he could from his hometown, taking on one-day or weekend jobs for food money. He lived this way for several years, finally settling down when he was 24. At first, he shared an apartment with two other people; during that time, he finally found steady work with decent pay at a local flower shop, and tried to save up as much as he could. By the time he turned 31, he was able to move out into a one-person apartment to live on his own, where he’s lived ever since. He most often works second-/day-shifts at the shop, usually every day except Sundays.

#verselist #from horsedrawn wagon to stationwagon [modern au]

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whomi007 · 3 years

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Reboot Yourself With a

Robot 🧸

When I was growing up, my favorite television program on Saturday

morning was The Jetsons, a futuristic cartoon sitcom that promised the

exciting life of tomorrow. The dad, George Jetson, is awakened every

morning by an automatic process that slides him out of bed, shuffles him

into the shower, and gets him ready for work while he slowly wakes up.

Strangely, he still works in an office, although he commutes in a flying car

and stays in touch with a videophone. Meanwhile, back at home, “sweta , his

wife” is keeping the house in order (no woman’s liberation was foreseen for

her), with the help of a quirky AI named Rosie, who does all the housework

and gets a little sassy at times. Little amit’s best friend is Ashoka , an AI

fashioned to look and act like a dog (except he could talk—he sounded a lot

like another cartoon dog, Scooby Doo). Ashoka is about the only one in the

family who gets any exercise, albeit he’s always running in place on his

little treadmill. Judy, a typical teenager, loves to shop, which oddly is done

in traditional stores. Online shopping isn’t dreamed of in this future. She

loves to come back with arms full of packages. But the family home is

equipped with an automated sidewalk, so no one has to walk very far to get

anywhere. Travel to the rest of the solar system is common, the way we

visit different cities today.

Two years later, a new TV program, Lost in Space, provided a different

view of the future with B-9, a nonhumanoid robot with a passion for

warning young Will Robinson of danger as the family traveled through

space.

The cult sci-fi show Doctor Who featured many different robots, and

most of them were bent on destroying the human race and taking over the

Earth. But not K-9, the Doctor’s robot dog. He first appeared in 1977 and

made several appearances when the show returned 10 years later. K-9 was

completely devoted to the Doctor, whom he called “master,” finally

sacrificing himself to save the Doctor and the rest of the world. As a

reward, the 10th Doctor rebuilt K-9 (an advantage that robots have over us

fragile humans) and left him with Sarah Jane, one of his companions, as a present. (Perhaps the most intriguing breakup gift ever.) Another robot

served as the Doctor’s spaceship and home. The TARDIS (time and relative

dimensions in space) could fly itself, travel forward and backward in time,

transform itself into any shape, and expand into an infinite number of rooms

“on the inside.” The TARDIS also developed deep romantic feelings for the

Doctor and was jealous of his human companions.

Fast-forward to 2001, when Star Trek: Enterprise introduced us to

Lieutenant Commander Data, a super-intelligent AI who is a member of the

crew in 2151. Data also had an evil twin, Lore, who learned his evil ways

by studying humans. Data had to save the humans many times and was

sometimes a bit smug and condescending about his superior talents. But

deep down, he desperately wanted to be more human, trying to fall in love,

tell jokes, and feel empathy for others. Some would say he is the most

authentically human member of the crew.

In 2016, HBO launched the series Westworld, based on the film by the

same name. In this dystopian future, a high-tech amusement park is

populated by robotic “hosts” who are programmed to satisfy the deepest

fantasies of their human “guests.” When some of the robots begin to

develop consciousness, all hell breaks loose.

In pre-COVID 2021, I was driving back home from a real-life meeting in

downtown Phoenix when I was suddenly surrounded by a small fleet of all-

white economy cars. My first impression was that they were rentals, being

returned from somewhere. But the cars were somehow “behaving”

differently. Their movements weren’t erratic or dangerous, but I noticed a

precision in their movements as a group, as though they were performing a

water ballet on the highway at precisely 55 miles an hour. It became clear

that they were trying to get me out of the center of their little dance, so I

obliged by slowing down. As the last car sped past me, I noticed the

bumper sticker on the back. I had been surrounded by a test fleet of self-

driving cars. Humans were on board, of course, as a fail-safe, but the

movements I witnessed were the result of driving algorithms meant to

promote public safety.

We’re still waiting for our flying cars, but we have videophones and

portable computers in the palms of our hands. There are also robots among

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futureera · 4 years

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I think it's time to think bigger.

not that I've reached any of the goals that are smaller, but they were kind of loosely knit goals to begin with.

my mind first ran off to a large scale painting with many repetitive features of some sort. I don't know what that means. I just know it's maybe important to have something familiar to return to. Maybe it's a landscape with many trees. I've heard windy roads are more beautiful. It'd be cool if it were somewhat Renaissance in nature yet with some subtle hint of the present future - as in imagining a video game reality future was what we were in right now. I wonder what kind of detail I could add to represent that. My mind wanders to some sort of holographic sword on a Grecian pillar or maybe some sort of futuristic communication device... but I think the iridescent pattern is key. Maybe there are people in this painting. A whimsical mirage of a warrior... her battle clothes are of the future, yet she trails off and blurs around the edges somewhat. Where am I going with this?

I know my personality by now. There is the necessities of life but I also have a lot of time to myself in this beautiful way. I'm obsessed with romanticizing everything but only when there is nothing because my mind is free to wander. I wish I could meet ghosts. Ghost characters staying at a hotel, simply ordering drinks. They know magic spells. I have to say this to myself so often because they feel the most real when I remember them. Something about the velveteen fabric and the satin ribbon. a mix between the very old and the near future (you're lying to yourself.. we aren't even close to where you want us to be)... the closest I've imagined it has been multiplayer virtual reality. The world of final fantasy.. the characters are all so beautiful and adventurous.

ive pushed and an continuing to push everyone away. what for? I don't want what they want. not even close. I don't know how long I'm going to stay in this place. it's only bad when the feelings sprout out of my control but I have to get over that eventually, right? The weather is amazing.

alright, so before the painting, my mind also wandered to sewing.

to think bigger... a clothing line? A hand made collection. the simplest way to blur the old with the future. a velveteen blazer with satin lining yet there is an iridescent note somewhere or maybe that is too obvious... the shoulders are sculptured in some futuristic way but maybe that isn't enough. it's not coming to me right now but I know I also have to make the baby dolls dresses but they can't be sweet and they can't be cute -- they must be aerodynamic! Ready for any skating adventure that comes on hand! Pockets -- big ones.

Shorts...

what else?

the worst part is... after writing all of that, I can see myself doing nothing about it - which means, I haven't explored far enough.

maybe it's film photography - with meaningless words of romance scribbled on top.

it was SO easy to fall into the love hard romance trope. I never figured out why I was so drawn to the teenage dream. doing everything you're not supposed to.

I met a man named spirit who has a bumper sticker that says to 'let go". I know to an extent he is right but I’ve got this idea. I’ve got this dream and it’s to take photos of myself in front of beautiful things.

I used to take chalk pastel sketches of anything I would see.

There’s got to be something more but I’ve written so much and still feel like I’m standing in the same place. now THAT worries me.

Til next time

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dancingnlancing · 7 years

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What Job should I pick for Stormblood?

Oh man oh man. I've been salivating over the newly announced gauges and abilities for almost every single job. I'm super pleased with the direction they seem to be moving in, although playing the game will be imperative for a true analysis of what's to come. Since I started playing at 2.x release, I've always played my own personal holy trinity: Black Mage, Warrior and Dragoon. Needless to say, I intend on maining one of these three again. However, there is another class that I played around with and did enjoy the concept of. Summoner. The addition of dreadwyrm trance added a level of engagement I felt was sorely needed from it's somewhat primitive 50 iteration. And while I had my fun with Summoner in heavensward from time to time, I never was quite good at the rotation so I stopped playing it. But now... Now they can summon MOTHER FUCKING BAHAMUT. HOLY FUCKING MOTHER MARRY JESUS CHRIST. I joked about it a lot, actually. Seeing them implement this is... A dream. I friggin' love dragons. Like... when I was a kid, I had Dragon everything. Dragon sheets, dragon clothes, dragon toys... if you've ever taken a trip to my art gallery on Deviant Art (Dekuinthelake if you are curious), you'll see it's just oozing with draconian love. Being able to HAVE A HUGE BAHAMUT MINION is soooo enticing. Anyone agree? On the other hand, the concept and attire of Black Mage's has been something I've loved for a very long time. Heck, I even have a bumper sticker on my car that's the Black Mage sprite from FFV, and at one point I was considering getting the same branded on my skin. BLM has traditionally been lost in design choices since the beginning of Heavensward. Enocian didn't last long enough, so they changed it. At first thunder was a useless DoT. As you level some spells become totally useless and clog up space on your bar. It's just a mess of not knowing which direction to go, in my opinion. There is no telling what it will play like now from what little I've seen. Teleporting back to lay lines will be nice. It's my hope that this teleporting ability won't be chained to players and lay lines, but you'll still have the option to choose. I was so disappointed the first time I leveled black mage to 60 at the launch of HW. It just didn't feel thematically like the black mage I expected. They are elementalist death wizards-- dark, hidden. Their power saps from the very world around them. Fucking radical. I was hoping for more spells revolving around those similar themes. At 70, it seems that they are getting more time mage esque abilities, and I'm not sure if, for me, that sells the job fantasy I loved so much in older games which 14 is trying so hard to exploit. (Speaking of final fantasy 5 they totally jacked the multiple worlds plot thread entirely from that game. I mean SHEESH.) Dragoon is tricky... I love the way it plays at the moment-- very reminiscent of Feral Druids from WoW which I adore. Likewise, I also Role-Play Dragoon and really like the story behind them. The new blood of the dragon gauge has me incredibly curious for how it will actually work. What triggers it to turn red? That eye opening animation is freaking beautiful. However, I do worry there will be too many abilities and this may bog down the natural rhythm it has currently. In my opinion, the rotation feels very natural and the ability weaving makes the long global cooldowns that tend to slow down other classes far more bearable. Elusive Jump is possibly my favorite ability in the game, however, I do hope they decrease its cooldown. A confirmed downside for me is the armor set they have opening patch. I'm of the opinion that those head wings look mighty stupid. It's still better than the HW artifact set which... Asswings. Dear god I hate asswings. Shifting to a more neutral topic, Warrior seems perfectly stable with its update. The rage bar adds some much needed visual fidelity to the abilities, and four fell cleaves makes me drool. Warrior has and likely always will be my favorite tank. I'm a hot head in actuality, and the idea of a super powers axe wielding angry dude is slick-- at least to my sensibilities. I am, however, cautious to be a tank first for many reasons. First of all, I do like to use long DPS queues to get stuff done. I like multi-tasking, and I feel more relaxed to have breaks in between instances on most days. Also, I'm probably an averagely skilled player, and raiders hold tanks to incredibly high standards I rarely meet. No one has ever been mean about it really, but I'm self conscious and insecure of doing anything I'm not good at. It's hard to really speculate at this point what jobs will truly feel like to play until they release notes, and eventually the game itself. For a number of reasons in HW, I lost steam for the game after leveling black mage, hating it, then having to relevel with horrible levequests and fates to play an enjoyable class, dragoon. FF14 isn't perfect, and the somewhat bare and unpolished launch it's first expansion really highlighted some failures on the development department. That being said, they were put under a lot of pressure, given a poor budget and over worked. This time around, it seems the team has had a lot better a time, which will probably end in a more refined product and launch for Stormblood. As someone who always maxes out all the classes, it's a pretty exciting prospect to possibly discover new styles of play I like, and in general the FF14 crew seems to gradually be becoming more competent in designing an MMO. Needless to say, I'm very eager to get my hands dirty and test out everything they've created. Until launch, though, I'm perplexed by the question: What Job to play first?

#Stormblood #hype #classes #jobs

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