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weirdmarioenemies · 6 months

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Name: Neo Bowser City (aka Koopa City in PAL regions)

Debut: Mario Kart 7

Do you ever think of all the weird locations we only ever see in Mario Kart games? Despite being the biggest of all of Mario's spin-off franchises, when you really get down to it, remarkably few Mario Kart courses are actually based on established Mario locations!

It's not none, there's the occasional Donut Plains and Tick-Tock Clock and Airship Fortress, but most of the courses are these weird one-off locations we never see outside the context of that specific racetrack.

But have you ever taken a moment to step back and like, think of the Lore Implications of some of these places?

Like okay! Bowser just owns this whole dang cyberpunk city and we only ever see it in the context of Kart Racing! How messed up is that?!

One day Mario and Friends were looking for new places to race, and Bowser must have said something like "Gwah-hah-hah! I bet you puny punks could NEVER beat me in a race in my cyberpunk metropolis!" and right then and there it was established that Bowser owns a cyberpunk metropolis. Neo Bowser City is a city that exists in the Super Mario World and aside from returning in other Mario Kart games, it hasn't been acknowledged before or since.

Neo Bowser City first appeared in Mario Kart 7, as the third course in the Star Cup. Despite its flashy visuals, it actually doesn't really have a whole lot going on. It's a difficult track with some tight turns made more difficult by the rain making things more slippery, but besides that it doesn't really have any of the Wacky Obstacles that define so many Mario Kart courses.

Then it returned in Mario Kart 8 looking more gorgeous than ever! The bright colors really pop out, and the whole track is just oozing with detail that really emphasizes the scale of this city!

But like, the emphasized scale really only further raises the question of where this exists in the Mario World. Clearly, the fact that Bowser is plastered all over the billboards and the fact it's named "Neo Bowser City" helps us deduce that this city probably belongs to Bowser. Is this located in Bowser's Kingdom? Just how big is Bowser's Kingdom? And why does he own so many separate castles?

Maybe Neo Bowser City exists in the future? Is this a bad timeline? I mean, Mario Kart is allowed to have time-travel shenanigans. There's a Splatoon battle arena and that exists thousands of years in the future so sure, dust off Mario's Time Machine and head to the bad future where Bowser wins. Should've pressed that New Super Mario Bros. big yellow P-Switch!

I asked my friend Mod Chikako for their input and their theory is that Neo Bowser City isn't the future of Mario's world, but of our world. Clearly Bowser just couldn't take Wreck-It-Ralph losing the Oscar vote!

But in that case I guess it's a cooler cyberpunk future than the one we're living in right now. Corporate monopolies that run mass-surveillance with little government intervention due to their extreme wealth giving them extensive political power? No thank you! Neo Bowser City has bright neon colors, and flying cars! If I'm going to live in a dystopia, I want it to be a fun one. The only advertisements I want to see plastered everywhere are ones advertising Bowser!

Boo! That's the bad guy! Thumbs down!

The course returns again in that pitiful mobile game with another redesign, this time letting us see his Coney Island Disco Palace off in the distance. Does Bowser live in his Neo City? Is this worldbuilding we've been missing out on for decades, finally answered by a kart racer? Is this the capital city of Bowser's Kingdom? Am I once again falling victim to my perpetual hubris of overthinking the Mario franchise?

Really, I can't offer too much in terms of wacky fan theories, because I'm still thinking about this location existing in the first place. I'd love to know the Lore and worldbuilding here, but I guess the nature of Mario's canon is that it doesn't need to be over-analyzed. Bowser simply owns a cyberpunk metropolis, we'll only ever see it in the context of kart racing, and maybe that's okay.

Of course, this post wouldn't be complete if I didn't mention Dinohattan from the 1993 Super Mario Bros. Movie, which we've barely talked about on this blog somehow. You see, when the meteor hit, some of the dinosaurs escaped into a parallel timeline where they then evolved into humans, and then they built Dinohattan instead of Manhattan. Get it? Yeah, that movie is all sorts of bonkers. I wouldn't say it's very good, but I kinda love it. I'd recommend checking it out, if only to see a vastly different take on Mario than you'd be used to.

Anyway I bring this up because it's a completely separate instance of a version of Bowser building a large cyberpunk metropolis, and it actually predates Neo Bowser City! Do you think they could be connected? Are Dinohattan and Neo Bowser City one and the same...?

#neo bowser city #mario kart 7 #weird mario locations #mario kart 8 #mod hooligon #really mod chikako also helped contribute a few jokes to this post i gotta credit them #i've had this post sitting in the drafts for over a year and a half #no clue why i took so long to publish it it's basically been fully complete this whole time

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deweyduck · 5 months

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@pscentral event 21: growth

↳ HAPPY 10TH ANNIVERSARY FROZEN ❄️ 27 November, 2013

The PSCentral event theme being growth the month of the Frozen 10th Anniversary is so fitting for me in so many ways. (I know the theme this month was literally my idea but I promise I didn't even think of giffing Frozen until after I suggested it)

There's the obvious growth of the characters and their relationships in the movie itself, which I highlighted in this gifset. But there's also the growth I experienced myself in the 10 years since the film's release.

I was 15 when Frozen came out. Honestly before I even watched the movie I knew I would love it. I was so hyped the moment Disney announced it, and when I did see it the weekend it came out in the cinemas, it was everything I needed. A story that focused on two unique women and the complexities both of their individual characters and their relationship with each other. A story where the message was non-romantic love can be just as important and powerful as romantic love.

When I first watched the movie as a teenager, I always related to Anna but now as an adult, I related more to Elsa. Over the 10 years since Frozen's release, I have changed but my unwavering love for it has not. I am just able to connect to and see parts of myself in different aspects.

Something else very appropriate with this month's theme is that Frozen is actually the reason I got into gifmaking. Yes, extremely low quality gifs that I made on GIMP (not even Photoshop!) as a teenager in the early 2010s is my gifmaker origin story. I've come so far as a gifmaker since those days. But I'm not linking any of those early gifsets I've moved blogs twice since then for a reason just trust me when I say I've improved. I love making gifs and the community of people I've formed through this hobby. I've learned so many techniques and skills over the years and Frozen really is the biggest reason for that.

I am so grateful to have been able to grow up with Anna and Elsa this past decade. Thank you, Anna and Elsa. Thank you, Frozen, for being my favourite movie.

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discount-shades · 1 year

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Sleepy Baby: Part 14

a/n: There are only going to be about 4 more parts to this story I think.

Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin / Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2000 ish

Summary: Kisses finally gets to pet a horse.

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The sound of a motor wakes you and you groan. “Is that a vacuum?” you mumble into Jake's chest.

“Yeah,” he sighs. “My mother will never directly wake a guest but she will make it known when she thinks you should get up. It’s 7:30,” he adds as an afterthought.

“I’ve turned you into a morning sleeper inner person,” you smile at him fondly. “You never used to sleep this late when we first got together”

He pulls you tighter. “I've been awake for a while actually.” He explains sheepishly. “I usually am, I like watching you sleep.”

You hide the sappy smile on your face against his chest. “That's either really creepy or romantic.”

“It's romantic.” Jake says and you can hear the grin in his voice.

“The same way it’s romantic that I wake up in your arms 90% of the time because if you don’t hold me still I beat you in my sleep?”

“Exactly,” he pecks you on the lips before rising from bed and you whine at the loss of warmth.

You follow Jake into the kitchen where Tammy has a big breakfast prepared. “I know you two are going trail riding later today so I wanted to make sure you had a big breakfast.” You eye the stacks of pancakes, fruit salad, scrambled eggs, and bacon. “I can make you an omelet if you’d like.”

“I’m sure this will be plenty.” You are not used to such extravagant breakfasts. Ian’s parents never made you breakfast and your own would usually stick to pancakes or bacon and eggs, never both. You help Tammy clean up and laugh at a story of how nine year old Jake almost burned the house down with a grease fire trying to make breakfast.

“It’s not funny,” Jake insists, “It was traumatizing. It took at least a decade before I tried cooking bacon again.”

“Is that why you always have that huge lid out when you make bacon?” you ask remembering the time you tried to put the clean lid on the counter away when he was cooking.

“Its risk management,” Jake insists, “and I stand by it.”

Soon the two of you are dressed in jeans, boots, and flannel shirts and heading next door. Stacy, Jake’s highschool girlfriend, had offered to give you riding lessons and lend the two of you horses to go riding on some local trails.

You were practically bouncing in your seat. “Jake, I’m going to pet a horse today!” You shake his arm in emphasis and he grabs you hand squeezing it. When you arrive Jake parks by the house and pulls your ball cap off your head and plops a brand new Stetson, that he pulled from the backseat, on your head.

“Now you look the part,” he says with a grin.

“Hey, it fits perfectly,” you say in amazement. You have a hard time finding hats that fit your head.

“Of course it fits,” he says, “I measured your head in your sleep.”

You are momentarily taken aback at the mental image of Jake measuring your head while you sleep but laugh it off. “You are supposed to measure your girlfriend's ring finger in her sleep,” you wiggle your empty ring finger in his face, “not her head.”

“Don't worry, I measured both.” A smile spreads across your face at that. Jake didn’t know it but you had been looking for a charging cord when yours had broken and looked in his bedside table and saw a ring box. You didn’t look inside and had quickly shut the drawer but you had been giddy with excitement.

You had gotten it in your head that you wanted Jake to have an engagement ring too and had bought a platinum band with XOXOXOs engraved on the interior. You had been carrying it around ever since trying to figure out when Jake was going to propose so you could propose to him at the same time. The ring was currently on a necklace tucked under your shirt.

With a timeline on your relationship, you and Jake had made frequent check-ins of where you both stood on marriage and it was looking like an engagement would happen soon.

Jake flicks the brim of your hat up and gives you a kiss before leading you down to a barn with an arena. A pretty blonde is waiting there with two horses saddled and standing sleepily in the morning sun. Jake introduces you and you smile at Stacy. “I have so many questions for you!”

She laughs, “I will give you all the dirt.”

“And I already regret introducing you.” Jake sighs.

Stacy motions you over, “this is Peanut,” she says patting the neck of a sorrel mare. “You’ll be riding her today.” You walk over and place your hand gently on the horse's warm neck, grinning ear to ear.

“Hi, pretty girl,“ you murmur. Stroking the smooth hair you turn to grin at Jake, “I’m petting a horse!” He pulls his phone out and snaps a picture of you before saying a quick goodbye and heading to the house to say hello to Stacy's parents. You turn back to Stacy and focus on her safety talk and the rundown of all the names of things.

“OK, head over to the mounting block.” She hands you Peanut’s reins and with a deep breath you walk over to the block of wood. Following Stacy’s instructions you are able to mount but it is anything but graceful. Stacy fixes your stirrups to the proper length and mounts the other horse and the two of you begin walking around the riding arena. Stacy gives you instructions and pointers as you go.

“How long have you known Jake?” you ask as you get the hang of riding at a walk.

“We met in diapers.” She states. “Our mothers were best friends, and our older sisters. We didn’t have the option to be anything else.”

“What was he like?” you are dying to know what child Jake was like.

“Honestly, kinda a pushover.” You laugh at that and Stacy clarifies, “I mean with most people he was fine and would stand up for himself, but if any of his sisters or I would ask him to do anything he would just agree.”

You smile softly, you think of your Jake and the way he goes all gentle on you. The way he lets you take the lead and the way he is always checking in with you. “Yeah, that tracks,” you grin at Stacy.

“He only didn’t listen when we told him not to do something dangerous,” Stacy adds. “He broke his leg jumping off that shed.” She points to a single story building in the distance. “I was close enough to hear the crack.” You wince. “And he broke his arm riding his bike down Thompsons Hill, I didn’t hear it that time.”

“Makes sense that he would become a pilot then.” you say thinking of your very safe and not at all daredevil childhood and very safe profession.

“Except none of us ever told him not to become one, he just did it on his own.” You smile at that. “Come on, let's try you at a trot.”

After an hour of lessons Jake joins you. “Ready to go on a trail ride?” he asks and you nod. Jake lengthens the stirrups of the horse Stacy was riding and puts the picnic lunch he brought from his parents in the saddle bags. He mounts and heads for the trails at the back of the property. Peanut follows Jake without much coaxing from you and the two of you head out.

You can’t keep a grin off your face as you and Jake ride along. “This is the best.” You look over at Jake, “I’m definitely doing this again!”

“And here I thought I dodged marrying a horse girl.” Jake tried to sigh in disappointment but his grin at your enjoyment gave him away. Total pushover.

“So where are we going?” You had not thought to ask earlier.

“It's a surprise.” Jake gives you a mischievous grin. And you smile back just happy to be with him.

After a few hours you arrive at a small waterfall that tumbles into a swimming hole. “Oh,” you softly gasp out. There are trees lining the river shading the whole area. “It's beautiful.”

“Yeah,” Jake agrees, looking at you.

The two of you dismount and you groan at the stiffness in your legs laughing at your bow legged stance. “I’ll water the horses and tie Peanut up for you,” Jake grins, “You walk around a bit to loosen up.” You hand him the reins and wander around the clearing until your legs feel like they are moving normally. You flop next to Jake on grass in the shade where he has laid out a picnic.

Jake takes your hat off and crawls over your prone form grinning down at you. “You know, the only way in is the trail we took so we should be alone.”

“Alone you say,” and pull his lips to yours.

The kiss quickly turns heated and flips you so you are straddling him. His hands move from cupping your cheek to ghosting down your body and sliding up your sides under your shirt. “Take it off,” you murmur. And he is quick to undo the buttons, kissing his way down your chest as you gasp for breath. Your hands are on his chest, unbuttoning his shirt.

Suddenly Jake pulls back and stills. He is staring intently at the ring resting in the dip between your breasts. “What's that?” His green eyes are unreadable. His hands are clutching your hips, holding you firmly against him.

“Shit,” you mumble, “this isn’t how I wanted to do this.” Jake's eyes fly to yours and you can see the nervousness in his expression and feel the tension in his body. You fumble with the necklace and remove the ring.

Holding it out to him you smile, “Jake Seresin, you have become the most important person in my life. I love every minute we spend together, even when you piss me off, and I know there will be times we can't be together but having you as my future will be worth it.” His jaw is open and he is staring up at you in awe, realizing what is happening. “Jake, will you–”

Jake's lips cut you off. His hands are everywhere and his lips do not leave yours. The ring is clutched in your hand and your arms wrap around his neck holding him close. He has rolled you underneath him again before he finally raises his head to grin down at you. “Yes, Kisses,” his lips meet yours again. “I’ll marry you.”

You grin up at him impishly. “That's great, Jake but I never made it to asking that question.” you glance over at the water bottles beside you. “I was going to ask you to pass me some water.” You point at the water like it’s obvious, unable to keep the joy from your face.

“I’ll fix this," he mutters rolling his eyes and stands abruptly, heading over to the saddlebags on his horse, you sit up to watch him. He grabs something and returns to you dropping down on one knee in front of you holding up the open ring box.

“Kisses, you are a cheeky pain in the ass sometimes, like right now,” you laugh, your cheeks hurting from smiling so hard. ”You have consumed every waking thought of mine since I met you over a year ago. And the moments keep getting better, the day I found you, our first kiss, when you told me you loved me, the day we moved in together, today. Everything with you keeps getting better and better. So Kisses, will you–”

You lean forward, trying to cut him off with a kiss like he did to you, but Jake sees the look on your face and leans back. “–marry me?”

“Yes,” you pull him into a kiss. “I’ll marry you Jake.”

#jake seresin #jake hangman seresin #jake hangman x reader #jake seresin/reader #jake seresin x reader #hangman #hangman/reader #hangman top gun #top gun hangman

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pippin-katz · 7 months

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It’s been two fucking months since Red, White & Royal Blue came out, and I have still not had a day go by where I didn’t watch it start-to-finish at least once.

When I say that this movie altered my brain chemistry, I am not even exaggerating. I think about this movie on a nonstop basis. I purposefully make my school assignments relevant or remind me of it to give me motivation to complete them.

For the first time in my life, I’ve actually committed to editing an AMV for something, despite having tons of ideas in the past that never happened, and I have a second idea already in waiting.

I’ve written so much, and still have so much more to write. I have written so much that I was finally motivated to create a Ko-Fi account because it has essentially become a part-time job. I had been considering it for years, but I finally actually made one because of how much time and energy I’ve devoted to this.

It’s been so incredible to be part of a fandom like this. I’m in several, but those are entirely different. The other two I’m the most active in are Thomas Sanders’, which is a different vibe because he’s a real person making relatable and self-produced content, and Merlin, which is a show that’s been finished for over a decade, and technically is not canonically queer.

This is unapologetically gay and new and such an exciting thing to be here for! It introduced me to two incredibly talented and kind actors whose work I’ll be paying attention to moving forward!

And it’s so amazing to see my ridiculous ramblings resonate/inspire/inform people! In just two months, this movie has become a permanent piece of me.

Just thank you to the cast, and crew, and Casey for Red, White & Royal Blue ❤️🤍💙

#red white and royal blue #rwrb #rwrb movie #rwrb book #rwrb thoughts #casey mcquiston #alex claremont diaz #taylor zakhar perez #henry hanover stuart fox #henry fox mountchristen windsor #nicholas galitzine #firstprince #history huh #bet we could make some

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theseasasleep · 6 months

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Story of Kunning Palace, E05 (semi-live reaction)

Of all the ways I thought Ning would handle the proposed slander against her beloved Zhang Zhe, the way she actually handled it did not align with my imaginings in the slightest. Sometimes what plays out is really better than the fiction in your head, hee. I did not see her calling out, not the dumb fiancee but the You-daughter. Nor did I foresee her half-drowning her in a jar full of goldfish.

FIERCE

Judging by the all the clips I have gorged on, this particular love line will be quite strong and trend for a while. Sigh. A decade plus of drama watching has whittled my patience for second lead to first lead love lines to whisper-thin nub but everyone keeps commenting on how amazing Zhang Zhe is so.... I guess the wait and watch won't be too grating.

...

I'm not sure I understand.

Zhang Zhe broke or bent his principles to help her on the oath that she'd become a good person thereafter.

Sometime later, Zhang Zhe is condemned to death for this.

Did he naturally get caught? Or did she deliberately sell him out? Was it more similar to the Yan Lin situation in which her people made moves without her knowledge and when push came to shove, she didn't make the necessary moves to upend the conspiracy for the sake of remaining Empress?

Whatever the case, it's clear Ning did many terrible things - some in ignorance, some in knowledge - to accomplish everything she achieved. I think she squared most, if not all of it with herself when weighing it against the ultimate end result... until Zhang Zhe ended up on the chopping block. I don't think she would have been able to write this sin off and once one stone in her ambitious bedrock was overturned, the rest likely came apart. It's why when she knew she was going to die she wanted her death to mean something, to be a reparation of sort to the only person remaining who might accept it because he thought she was worth something, because he's that good.

...

Oh. Oh. Look at the expression on his face as he listens to the patronizing, sexist drivel:

My scrumptious proto-feminist

...

LOL, he did a dignified catwalk and every lady in the room forgot to think and breathe!

I understand, ladies, I understand.

Geez, Ning, Xie Wei had them open a window for you, and only you, so you would have fresh air and bright light, to improve your mood and chances! Not to silently accuse you of being a potential cheat!

Wow, this is all up hill climb, my guy. Get your shoes with the best tread on, Xie Wei.

I know not a drop of Chinese and even I can see that's atrocious. And what did she draw in the corner. A flower? A dancing sun? A really fat, disproportionate hand with a vestigial finger?

And she asks, did she put too much effort into [failing]? Girl. It's so obvious she'd bring out the contrarian impulses of a saint. But maybe it's worth it since we get this face:

Teacher does not approve.

What I am enjoying so much in this scene is the action and counteraction. The way they each boldly challenge the other. She sent up an exam paper so abominable as to be a mockery [of him]; he passes her. She tries to expose her "stupidity" to the rest of the class; he threatens to critique the entire class, turning everyone against her idea.

point:

Counterpoint:

Concession:

Me:

...

I'm not even touching the "dementia." Rolling my eyes and moving on.

But, but, but... How was he so spot on?! How did he guess at reincarnation?! I mean, yeah, he said he doesn't believe in the supernatural but it can't be a coincidence to the narrative that he's the first to come closest to the truth?

Xie Wei: Ning, what's your relationship with Yan Lin? I NEED TO KNOW... *whispers* for science.

Oh, your father asked me to take good care of you in the palace... Yan Lin asked me to help you... By the by, that study partner list? Yeah, another ministry generates it but ultimately it has to run by me. The moment I saw your name I marked you for the palace. After going to so much trouble, it would be stupid of me to release you from palace duties now!

Xie Wei, be like:

...

God. I Hate Ning's Mom.

#post #tv show: story of kunning palace #teevee #cdrama #xue ning #bai lu #xie wei #zhang ling he #gif #references film: young frankenstein #references film: the little mermaid

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apprenticestanheight · 4 months

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Sixties Era Horror Film- Chainshipping x afab! reader

the people have SPOKEN and the motivation has let me do what I do best, so a little more than two weeks after my original post about it, I present to the audience who cared about the concept: chainshipping x reader with a free use kink! This has been on my mental rotation of smut concepts since I posted about it and so having the will to write it was actually a nice change of pace. I adore poly! chainshipping as a concept and so this was naturally fun to write and I hope that it's fun to read.

if the anon who asked about it a little after christmas is reading, I hope you like it and it is for some reason detriemental to me that you know it was your ask that spurred me on to write this rather than just think about it.

This fic is for audiences of 18+! Minors, do not interact.

Fic type - this is just--it's shameless, kinky smut bc I am a shameless kinky writer

Warnings - kink gets discussed so there are a couple mentions of somno, pegging, breath play, petplay (as per usual, in use of nickname only bc I was looking for gn petnames and I, as always, used puppy before I remembered nicknames outside of my go-to) being tied up, hickeys, fear but in a like,, horny way and of course the big one and the center of the fic: free use! I did go with a gn reader for all intents and purposes but the reader is afab as that anatomy is the kind I know the best.

Some days, you were almost a little grateful for the bastard known as Jigsaw by the general public.

Not for too many aspects of the trap nor it's aftermath--being chained by the foot to a pipe close to what you'd at the time presumed to be a dead body despite it being the very alive body of Jigsaw, for one, was not something you were grateful for.

You weren't grateful for the bullets Lawrence had shot into your chest and stomach, nor the one Adam had shot into your leg. You were not grateful for the fact that Adam had been left for one week where you'd been left for three, nor for the trauma you'd endured and somehow managed to come out the other end of.

But, a year post escape and ten months into a relationship with Adam and Lawrence both, you could at a minimum say you were grateful for the fact that being in the trap had allowed you to meet the loves of your life.

You all lived in an apartment that you split the rent on, and living in an apartment in Jersey in 2002 as a group of three was easy enough.

Adam had been working as a gallery participant, having been approached in mid October by someone who'd heard he was a photographer and wanted to see how decent he was at the whole photography thing. Since then, he'd made a deal that guaranteed him at least half a decade of employment. Two individual collections a year plus collections done by him and three additional photographers that were focused around either a specific season or the holidays that made up that season, and when that was combined the take home money was $2000 a month after taxes, with a one thousand dollar bonus at the beginning of every season to compensate for his part in the seasonal collections.

Lawrence still worked as an oncologist, though he'd at least tried to schedule his hours so that they were more structured and so that he could have time during his day to take a breath for a minute or two, and even post-divorce, he made damn good money.

You, however? You worked as a hotel receptionist post-trap making $3200 a month. You'd worked in charity and marketing before the trap but post-trap you'd searched for consistency, which you couldn't find in a day job that was completely and structurally commission based, so you switched career paths. Maybe one day you'd get promoted until you ran the hotel at which you were working as a receptionist, but at twenty-eight and nine months into working there, you were in no rush to climb up the corporate ladder.

You, Adam, and Lawrence had all used up your PTO to take three weeks off in the new year, and so you were all home pretty much all the time.

It had opened up a lot of conversation opportunities and the night of your first day off, you'd all had a bit to drink and kinks that you'd not already discussed came up.

Lawrence, a little unsurprisingly given a loveless marriage and a sexless bedroom, was pretty vanilla, which you already knew as you'd had sex before that discussion. He liked being dominant, liked giving you and Adam practically endless praise, but in a more shocking turn of events, didn't hate the ideas of breath play or very dark hickeys in very visible spots. He also had a thing for seeing you and Adam wearing his work shirts, apparently, and you and Adam had exchanged a nod while you both noted doing that more often.

Adam, also unsurprisingly, adored pegging and was definitely a switch. He mentioned somewhat enjoying breathplay and liking the way that the baggier sweatpants he'd owned managed to hug Lawrences ass and how you looked in the white and black shirts he wore under his flannels. He also liked being tied up and didn't totally hate the idea of somno, which you bit your lip about while Lawrence nodded, clearly thinking the same thing.

You, in a surprising turn of events, were really big on free use, somno, and fear in the right context. Adam had laughed a little, asked if you'd ever gotten off while in one of those stupid haunted house pop-ups during Halloween, and you'd brushed it off, explaining free use to them instead of thinking about just how much you would've sold your soul for in the name of being fucked by Mickey Alteri in 1997.

"It's--it's like--either of you can pretty much use me whenever you want," you laughed nervously, a little scared of being shamed for the idea. "Like, if I'm doing dishes or just watching tv or something, all you need to do is kiss me and maybe undo one of the buttons on my shirt and I'm all yours. It's not something I've ever really told anyone about because I know that not everyone likes that kind of thing and I don't need to be kinkshamed by someone I've gone on two dates with. I honestly never expected it to come up."

"Use you?" Adam asked, a sultry smirk playing on his lips.

"Whenever?" Lawrence at least had the decency to bite his bottom lip to keep from smirking. "That has been noted."

"Noted," Adam nodded, kissing your neck softly.

After that, the kinks you'd discussed that night rarely came up. Two weeks into the time you all had off and you were starting to think Lawrence and Adam had completely forgotten, not really caring about it much as Adam had gone to grab a couple of groceries and Lawrence was reading while he relaxed in the bed that you shared where you were on the couch, knee deep into some sixties-era horror movie about a group of college seniors who were being picked off one by one.

And then Lawrence came into the living room, hummed when he saw you and tilted your head back to press a kiss against your lips.

"You said whenever, mm?" Lawrence asks as he pulls away, face only milimeters from yours.

You shudder a deep breath in as you hear the sound of keys followed by the door opening.

"I did," you nod.

"Now's a good time, I take it? You're watching a horror movie so it must be."

You laugh, embarrassed, nodding again. Lawrence rounds the couch and pulls you close, presses a kiss to your forehead briefly.

And then Lawrences lips are on your neck and you hear Adam putting the things he'd grabbed into their rightful spots in the kitchen before he joins you, pressing a kiss to the side of your head as you lean it back and press it against the back of the couch.

"Lawrence is using you, yeah puppy?"

You nod, letting Lawrences hands slip under the shirt you'd stolen from Adam.

"Mhm," you hum, hand reaching up to Adams neck. Lawrences lips trail down your neck, moving past the hurdle created by the shirt that he's hiked up to your collarbones. Adam holds it in place and Lawrence kisses your chest softly, drawing out softened moans of pleasure.

"Well, we don't want to interrupt your movie, baby," Adam whispers, lightly nipping at your clothed shoulder. "Gonna watch it for us, yeah?"

You turn your eyes to the screen, letting Adam take your shirt off your torso as Lawrences kisses move down your navel.

Watching the movie becomes difficult as all you can focus on are the feelings of Lawrences and Adams lips, Lawrence kissing, sucking and biting at the skin of your stomach and hips while Adam kisses relentlessly against your neck, hands sliding to your nipples to roll them between deft fingers.

Your moans are quiet, buried in your throat for the fear of being too loud, but as Lawrences lips trail back up your chest, hands finding your hips and Adams lips move back up your neck until he's kissing your jawline and beside your head, they get just a bit louder.

"Lift your hips for Lawrence, baby," Adam whispers. "I think he wants to fuck you. Wants to use you and leave you full of him."

You moan, doing as Adam instructs. Lawrence laughs against the skin of your shoulder, pressing a kiss there as he gets the boxers and sweatpants you'd worn pulled off your legs, exposing your wet cunt to the cold air of the living room.

"You're such a good puppy for Adam and I," he whispers. "Don't come while I'm inside you, all right? I know Adam loves eating you out and I can imagine he'd want to eat you out while you're full of my cum so that, once he's done enjoying what I've left behind, his face ends up drenched in you."

You tilt your head back in search of Adams lips. He laughs into the kiss, pulling away only enough to talk so that he can call you insatiable before you continue.

Lawrence thrusts into you slowly, kneeling on the hard wood and pulling your legs to rest on his hips. He kisses Adam languidly while he waits for you to adjust, one of Adams hands relocating to your nipples while Lawrences hand is on his face.

Eventually, when you start rutting against Lawrence, the kiss he shares with Adam ends and he starts thrusting to you at exactly the pace he knows will have you releasing around him the quickest, though the adage of Adams hands and lips anywhere they can reach on your torso certainly doesn't make doing what Lawrence had asked of you any easier.

Lawrence is pulling out right as you're teetering on the edge, leaving you breathless and full of his cum without having met your own release.

"Gonna let Adam have a taste?" Lawrence asks, kissing your lips gently. You look completely and totally blissed out from all the touching but you feel infinitely eager to have Adams lips against you so you nod, let Lawrence help you get to a kneeling position while Adam slips around the couch, slipping his head in between the space between your pussy and the back of the couch.

His hands find your hips with ease and he pulls you down onto him, moaning into you when he tastes Lawrences cum on your folds.

"Fuck, baby," Adam whispers. "Oh, this is perfect."

His lips attach themselves to your clit as Lawrences hands go to unzip the zipper on Adams jeans. He frees Adams cock and spits on his hand, giving Adam a hand job while Adam eats you out like he's never eaten a day in his life.

You watch Lawrence get Adam off, thrusting against Adams face after a few minutes have passed. The action makes Adam laugh, gently probe your waiting hole with his tongue as Lawrences hand keeps going with the ministrations he's started.

"Fuck," you moan, eyes about ready to roll into the back of your head. Adam swaps his tongue for his fingers, letting his tongue and his lips move back to your clit as you keep thrusting. "Lawrence, Adam--oh, fucking hell."

Lawrence laughs. "I love how you sound when Adams doing what he does best," he says. "I think Adam would argue that he better likes the way you sound when I finger you, though."

Adam hums confirmation and it reverberates against you, making you quicken the pace and drawing another laugh from Adam.

"Gonna come over him, baby?" Lawrence asks teasingly. "Gonna get Adams face drenched in your cum? I think he wants that--I know he'd die happily so long as a dick or a pussy was in his mouth when he went."

You laugh a little, leaning forward and pressing your forehead against Lawrences shoulder.

"So good," you moan. "So fucking amazing."

Adam presses his tongue flat against your clit, and Lawrences lips move to kiss across your chest, tongue and teeth taking care of your nipples as Adams lips and hands make careful but quick work of your pussy and your hips.

"I'm so--I--" is all you can get out as far as words go before you're coming against Adams face, clenching haplessly around his fingers.

Adam releases from Lawrences ministrations at the same time as you release as a result of his, moaning breathlessly as he slips his face out from under you.

He'd come over Lawrences hand and as you sit down on the couch, not bothering to calm your legs or the way that they jitter from the aftershocks, Lawrence presses his fingers against your bottom lip.

You lick Adams cum from Lawrences hand while Adam watches, and Adam kisses Lawrence, the taste of you on his tongue and your wetness pretty much covering his chin, while you watch.

Carefully you all go to the bathroom, showering amidst kisses and random bickering sessions. Adam lends you a pair of his sweatpants and Lawrence lends one of his work shirts, and you end up deciding to go to your bedroom.

"Think we're due in for some pad Thai," Adam whispers, pressing a kiss against your forehead. "It's six o'clock, and dinner can't be a bad idea right now, can it?"

Your arms are around Adams waist while Lawrences are around yours, and Adam has one arm draped across your shoulder and Lawrences.

"Pad Thai doesn't sound terrible," you nod. "But--if I fall asleep before it gets here, I am not to be judged."

"We would never," Adam says teasingly. "And I mean, if you do fall asleep, we're the ones to blame, right? We chose to fuck you, even if you're the one with the free use kink."

"Did we do it right?" Lawrence asks, pressing a kiss against your shoulder. "I mean--based off how you described it, there's no wrong way to do it but both Adam and I were kind of unsure. I'm not a very kinky person and even though Adam is kinkier than I, free use isn't something either of us have really heard of."

"Scott talked about it a bit when he was in college and I was discovering all the glories of weed when I was in my early 20s," Adam admits. "That's the extent, though. I'll call Meis in half an hour, have it delivered. Don't wanna leave this bed, if I'm honest."

You laugh. "Neither do I," you press a kiss against Adams shoulder before turning around to face Lawrence.

"I love you guys," you whisper.

"We love you too," Adam presses his lips against your neck. "Grateful for the fact that the bathroom lead to us meeting, if I'm completely honest."

"I am too, sometimes," Lawrence agrees, pressing his lips against the center of your collarbones.

You laugh a little, enjoying the feeling of their lips as a comfortable, loving silence begins to occupy the room.

#chainshipping #chainshipping x reader #poly! chainshipping x reader #adam stanheight x lawrence gordon #adam stanheight x lawrence gordon x reader

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humanitys-strongest-bamf · 11 months

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Hi Kat, huge congrats on 1K followers! You truly deserve every single one and many more ❤️

For the event… I chose the song Let Me Drown by We as Human which has my all-time favorite line from any song: There's a time to be born And a time to die And somewhere they collide

The dystopian option for the drabbles really intrigued me since I LOVE all things sci-fi, dystopian and such. And I think the song lyrics really fit into this category. So I was thinking something about a big revolution (imagine the French Revolution but more futuristic and in a slowly dying world) where there is no good vs evil but rather evil vs evil.

So Levi with the reader (they are a couple since they were both teens, very overprotective over each other, and like the most badass power couple you can think of) are the leaders of one of the groups in this conflict. And they are preparing for the final strike against the enemy, which they already know is probably going to cost them their lives.

I got a little carried away there, didn't I? Well, never mind, hope you can come up with something interesting. Oh, who am I kidding? You always come up with absolutely amazing stuff!!!

yo i actually love this song???????????

also you're super sweet as always :')))))

"Let me die" | 1k Follower Event

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The only real positive you had in this world was him. Being forced to live in a world filled with war and strife meant you were in constant survival mode. If you slipped up for even one second, then you—and the people around you—could wind up dead.

You and Levi Ackerman had been at each other's side for a little over a decade at this point, having begun your relationship during late adolescence. Even the concept of being in a relationship seemed silly compared to everything else that was going on around you. Given the fact that anyone could be killed at any point in time due to the chaos around you, even being away from him for a second felt agonizing.

The world around you was at war. It's always been that way. There was no right or wrong. There was no hero or villain. There was only kill or be killed. Although there were many small factions within the remains of the Eldian Empire, the two major ones were the ones constantly at war: the Paradis "Devils" and the Marley "Warriors".

Both you and Levi led the Devils, having stitched up the three original factions of Paradis, which were rapidly dying after repeated defeats at the hands of the Warriors, which had more resources and technology that they had hoarded from all the other factions. Due to the delays in getting Paradis back on their feet, the Warriors had control of the remains of the empire for far too long—and it was about time to strike back.

"You're not doing this," Levi scolded with a scowl.

You sighed in frustration and looked at him with a scowl of your own.

"And you are?"

"Yes."

The task you were arguing about was sneaking into the Warrior's base and planting a bomb in their command center while the other led an army through their front gates as a diversion. Both were dangerous, but the latter at least had reinforcements at the ready.

You had a smaller build and were more agile. It only made sense for you to plant the bomb while Levi, who was able to build up morale and confidence much better, led the army through the front gates.

The chances of survival were slim, no matter which task you ended up doing—but the chances of survival were at least a little higher if you led the army instead of infiltrating. You knew this. That's why you offered to plant the bomb, otherwise Levi was going to be the one to plant it, and you couldn't bear the thought of losing him.

You were being selfish and you knew it.

"You know I have a better chance of success, Levi," you argued.

"Still a pretty small fucking chance."

"Someone has to do it, Levi."

He knew you were right, but he wasn't willing to let you go. You both had the mutual understanding that your lives could be taken any minute with the world you lived in, but it wasn't something that you would ever truly accept.

"Levi," you said with a pause, "there's a time to be born and a time to die, and-"

"Don't," he said as he cut you off. "Don't say it."

"We didn't sign up for this for the safe way out, Levi. Someone has to lead Paradis to victory and take down the Warriors. We both knew that this day would come."

"God dammit, do you think I don't know that?!" he scolded. "I know that we can't put this off anymore and that everything is depending on our success and that the way this plan is laid out has the highest chance of success, but I don't know if I want that success if it means losing you!"

You grabbed onto his hand and looked into his gray eyes.

"I'm here, aren't I?" you said softly.

He looked back into your eyes and although his gaze softened, there was still an immense look of worry in it.

You placed your hand on the side of his face and pulled him into a kiss, lingering there as if you'd never get to kiss him again.

"Promise me something, Levi," you said quietly when you finally pulled away, your heart longing for the feeling of his lips again once you did.

He remained silent. He knew what you were going to ask.

"If something goes wrong, promise me," you spoke quietly, gripping at his hand, "promise me that you'll prioritize our success. Promise me that you'll let me die."

Come participate in my 1K follower event!

#this gave me feels in the tragic way #if that even makes any sense #follower event #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackermann x reader #levi heichou x reader #captain levi x reader #levi #levi ackerman #levi ackermann #levi heichou #captain levi #levi angst #attack on titan #aot #shingeki no kyojin #shingeki no kyoujin #snk

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just-doing-lesbian-things · 1 year

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I am a butch woman,

and since becoming cognizant of that fact in the past year I've also become very cognizant of the fact that targeted ads have no idea what to do with me.

My profile has decades worth of history of me at least trying to be gender conforming so I get a lot of

Delicious low-cal meals to lose stubborn belly fat

with unnecessarily sexual photos of women eating lettuce in their underwear as "success story" examples.

But I'm not interested so they must then assume I'm really thin(?) because then I get

The perfect push up bras for small boobs! Now tiny titties can have cleavage too!

Which... also does not apply to someone who happily only wears sports bras and bralettes if they wear anything at all.

At the same time, I'm looking up men's footwear and spray deodorant with masculine scents so then I get

IMAGINE YOURSELF IN THIS LUXURY SPORTS CAR BUILT FOR A MAN'S MAN LIKE YOU

which, LOL no.

so they try again with

This triple headed vibrating razor with blades made from chunks of mjolnir will give you the smoothest shave with no painful knicks.

I don't shave anything anymore, and at this point all I'm seeing is the difference in efficiency (and price) between men's products and women's products and it just makes me like

and all the while I'm still looking up PMS and period products so the algorithm then circles back around to thinking I am a highly insecure straight woman so I get:

This is how to tell if men think you are attractive.

It's like marketing algorithms have never heard of a gay woman or a masculine woman before. And it's very annoying because I've been able to rely on targeted ads to deliver organizations and products that actually suit my needs (zerowaste, Black-owned small businesses, etc) but now that I've veered off the gender conforming path the algorithms are in a tizzy till they figure out what gender I am (even though my gender never changed).

It can be funny to watch the algorithm try so desperately and fail. Sometimes.

#gender nonconforming #gnc #gender stuff #weird ads #butch lesbian #lesbian #queer

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russosafehaven · 1 year

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In These Streets - 1

Pairing: Billy Russo x Lieberman!Reader

Content: Age Gap (Billy is 32, R is 19), Reader is legally considered an adult, Canon Typical Violence, Fem!Reader

POV: Second

BR Taglist: @snowkestrel @judig92 @k-marzolf

No one expects a teenager to be the best out there. The kid who just lost their father but has been building an impressive resume for nearly a decade. Few actually knew her real name, ever since doing work for the Avengers everyone started calling her Cypher. Soon her identity was long forgotten to those who wanted her. Replaced with the pseudonym given by the worlds heroes. Everyone wanted to know more but few could crack Cypher’s code. Soon enough people learnt just to get her on their side and pay her large enough amounts to keep quiet.

People were naive in that way. Thinking that all you wanted was a cool pay check. Like your father you’d taken to less than legal routes to help people out. Of course you knew of the camera’s he had up in the house and by monitoring their activity you soon learned he was alive. It was only when the Punisher himself showed up in your family home that left you wanting to know more.

Walking through Anvil’s building for the first time it wasn’t what you were used to. Large open spaces were common but not in the way they were here. A secretary directed you to the CEO’s office, Billy Russo. For you it was a household name, your close friend Kate having spoken all about him and Anvil.

When Billy called you into his office you instantly scanned it. Getting any remnant on who he was a person. His office was pretty nice, it was clean and almost bare. The room held no personalisation and it made you curious. As any good person would you had did research on Billy beforehand. All of his past was at your fingertips, the abandonment, Arthur, Cerberus, the fact he kept his mother locked up and sedated. People like him should really be less messy with their track record. Although it wasn’t easily accessible, you had a knack for this sort of thing. A natural gift.

“You have quite an impressive resume Miss Lieberman”

It was a statement, a fact. You were shocked at the fact he used your real name. It wasn’t something many of your employers called you. Although you weren’t hired in the traditional ways either. You didn’t go around blindly handing out your resume. A carefully crafted algorithm you built did that for you, your resume was then sent to them and they did the rest.

“That’s why I know Anvil can’t afford me”

His dark eyes flickered up towards you. Billy knew you were right, Anvil could never afford you and that’s exactly what made you useful to him. When he had discovered Frank was alive and working with a David Lieberman he was thrilled to see your resume come through. Throughout many high end galas Billy had attended he learned about the mysterious Cypher, how your resume was only sent to those you deemed as important. He needed you on his side if he was going to take down Rawlin’s.

“Yet here you are”

His face remained blank and you were frustrated you couldn’t get a read on him. Human’s weren’t like computers and you’d learnt as such when you were forced to interact with them. Billy seemed different to your other employers though, he wasn’t effortlessly cocky like the senators or misogynistic like the other businessmen. No he was actually intelligent, still quite cocky and egotistical as any man in his field would he. In a way he reminded you of Stark, just a lot less nepotism baby and a lot more intriguing.

“Yet here I am”

You repeated, your words a solemn vow to remind you why you’re here. For your father, to find out if Billy Russo knows where Frank Castle is and in turn your dad. To destroy William Rawlin’s and all he did to your family. Russo was just a pawn in a bigger plan.

“For someone so young you’ve certainly done a lot of commendable work. Stark Enterprises when you were 10, Pym Tech at 12, you rewrote Bishop security when you were 13, the King of Wakanda invited you to learn about the tech of his kingdom when you were 14, Avengers at 15 and a shit ton of freelance work since then. All of that brings us to your most recent efforts at Natchios Holdings and Rand Enterprises. What does Rand Enterprises need with someone of your stature?”

You had to hold yourself together, you wouldn’t let a pretty face distract your from your work. It was the most important thing to you since Tony Stark asked you to help him in his lab. You’d done most of the coding for the Iron Man suits before you’d even gotten your first period. It was that sort of commitment that made you a valuable asset. Earning the name of Cypher at 15 was a sign you’d made it in the world.

“Daniel Rand is a personal friend. In exchange for information I offered to rewrite his security protocols so that the Meachum’s couldn’t attack his mental state. I also helped design a pretty neat prosthetic limb to aid one of his friends, Detective Misty Knight”

Billy nodded, what information did Rand have that made you do that kind of work? He needed to find out more about Danny Rand he decided. As well as looking into this Misty Knight character.

“What I want to know Mr Russo is what Anvil wants with my skills? What can I bring to the table that anyone else couldn’t?”

Billy smirked at you, he’d expected this kind of confrontation. One of the Senator’s he did security for complained about your for what felt like hours. Yapping about how the youth had no respect for their elders. It made Billy all the more excited to see who exactly you were.

“I think you know exactly what you bring Miss Lieberman. At Anvil I only want the best of the best, to tell New York me and my men are the only ones for the job. With you on my side I’d be able to show them that”

He knew it was egotistical but Billy didn’t regret a word he spoke. You could see it in his eyes, you were a rare treasure for a man like Billy. A man who had nothing only to crawl his way to the top with broken limbs and calloused hands. Helping Billy out was the only surefire way to get any information out of him, you knew that. Yet the way he spoke about Anvil interested you. Kate had told you many times about the suave CEO of the military company, having met the man several times in Bishop Security’s building. The words she spoke only made you curious that much more.

“I’ll think over your offer. If I’m in you’ll know”

With that you walked out, already planning how to get into his head. If this was going to work, if you were going to clear you fathers name and destroy Rawlins network you had to be careful. Which meant calling in an old favour from a few friends.

Sliding your phone out of your pocket you looked for the right number. The contact wasn’t labelled with a name, none of them were. Instead it was a singular emoji, ‘🕸’. You dialled the contact and placed the phone to your ear. Waiting for the other end to connect.

“I haven’t heard from you for a while dear, thought I might call in that old favour. I think it’s time for the Outcasted reunion tour”

#billy russo #billy russo imagine #billy russo x reader #ben barnes #the punisher imagine #the punisher #x reader #billy russo fluff #billy russo angst #billy russo x yn #lieberman!reader

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talesfrommedinastation · 1 year

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In Defense of Tech's Hairline

It breaks my heart when I see fan art of Tech with a full head of hair.

While I don’t mind seeing different versions of him (darker skin and different features to better resemble Temuera Morrison is awesome, and I love it!), it does seem as if fans are trying to override a critical part of aging for many adults.

After all, 50% of biological men will lose their hair before 50, 25% of them before the age of 21. 21!

So, when people change Tech’s hairline, it makes me feel quite sad. It’s something that many people go through, and it’s as if the message is: “If you’re balding, you’re not handsome enough. I need to fix that.”

(Tech's skin, bone structure, and puppy dog eyes prove that statement is wrong, as seen above).

Which is far from the truth. There’s plenty of incredibly handsome folks with less hair, but even so, it’s a part of aging that many people are incredibly insecure and embarrassed about, because society sees thick hair as beautiful, and receding or balding as old or silly.

Look, I’m a lady with long blond hair in real life. So why am I worked up about this?

Well, let me tell a quick story, namely, of a guy I know who reminds me so much of Tech.

That guy is my husband of almost a decade.

A chief systems engineer with a graduate degree in science, my husband is an adrenaline junkie, an Eagle Scout, a gaming geek, and an absolute loving papa bear to our daughters. He’s Tech IRL, and it’s part of the reason I fell head over heels in love with that member of Clone Force 99.

(Above: Tech, but I'm sure my spouse has said that to me when I've asked when we're finally going on vacation to Hawai'i).

My husband and I met in graduate school, when he was 23 and I was 24. He wrestled in high school, and did competitive jiu-jitsu throughout undergrad and graduate school as well. As a result, his fair hair was always buzzed, making it impossible to grab during a grapple. But there was another reason he kept his hair very short.

My then-boyfriend was already going bald, in his early 20’s.

He could have been sensitive about it, but, ever the stoic cowboy type (I married a Texan, what can I say?) he just shrugged it off, and kept his hair barely above stubble, so few noticed. Eventually, he grew it out, but his receding hairline still bothered him.

He made up for it by growing a magnificently sculpted beard, but snarky remarks from friends and strangers still came through, ranging from how he looked older than me, to asking who he was cursed by to have so much facial hair but none on his head.

Finally, the inevitable ‘halo’ happened, shortly after our wedding. You know what I’m talking about:

My husband was not even 30. When he noticed the inevitable full loss of his hair, because of a friend’s unflattering picture of him on Facebook, the clippers came out, and he’s had a fully buzzed and shaved head (a la Captain Picard) ever since.

Once in a while, he lets his hair grow back…and that hairline comes out, along with the halo on his crown. And guess who happened to be on the screen when my toddler and I were scrolling through Disney + one fine day?

Sure enough, my almost two year old actually pointed at the screen and screamed, “DADA!” when Tech appeared. The fact that it was a scene where Tech was happily ignoring everyone and tapping away on his data pad was pure kismet--that was my husband on the screen!

My youngest and I got hooked on the show ever since.

My husband is a dashing, handsome, confident guy who knows he’s smart and that he’s loved.

Just like Tech.

Seeing the internet go donkey bonkers for him and that hairline of his makes me grin nonstop. (We will not discuss the finale on season 2 here and no, I have not let my toddler watch it either) I like knowing that a ton of people are absolutely simping and crushing on a guy with a receding hairline.

It gives me hope that many who are not feeling confident due to hair loss can see someone like Tech, and suddenly think: “The man is self-assured as all heck, and he has hair like me. Maybe I should be more like him!”

We do not talk as much about hair loss, because, ironically enough, Tech has a quote about it: "It is a fundamental part of life."

So, when I see Tech redrawn with a full head of hair, I just think of the heartache my poor honey went through as a young guy in his 20’s, already facing an inevitable part of aging the vast majority do not look forward to.

It's inevitable, but there's plenty of handsome dudes with little to no hair, ranging from Picard to Jason Statham and now, our animated neurodivergent prince of the Marauder. I love his hairline.

Besides, we all can’t be Howzer, dang it, with his flawless fade and mop of glorious hair.

("Howzer deserves his own issue of Tiger Beat," - Reddit)

#thebadbatch #cloneforce99 #techthebadbatch #tech #star wars #star wars clone troopers #star wars tbb #tbb #tbb tech #hair #balding #male pattern baldness #i love my husband #my husband is tech lol #we did meet at a university with 'tech' in the name so idk

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It’s Been a Long Road: Two decades after “Star Trek: Enterprise” I still have Faith of the Heart.

After the click, there are 2300 words of me doing a deep dive on my love for "Star Trek: Enterprise." You have been warned.

When I was in elementary school, I was a year younger than my peers. My mom had decided I didn’t need to go to Kindergarten as I was already reading ahead of my level, so she insisted I be placed at age 5 directly into 1st Grade. In ways she was right; I completed the reading and phonics program in my little Arizona school for the entire first grade before Christmas. To this day though, I am clumsy with scissors, paste, and all the “kindergarten skills” and I spent the rest of my school career smaller, weaker, and less coordinated than everyone in my class.

This probably all worked out in the end; sure, I couldn’t play sports, but to avoid bullies and getting picked on, I got funny, and that’s worked out pretty well for me. But in those days when I would play a sport such as baseball, the opposing team would step a little closer, the coaches would advise me to take the walk; I was not as good as my peers, so allowances were made for my performance.

That is exactly how I looked at “Star Trek: Enterprise” for years. It was only four seasons, while its powerhouse predecessors all had seven. It wasn’t set in a utopian far future, but rather not too far from now meaning more modern and vernacular language. The science seemed a little spurious, with writers seeming to think the term “Rigel” was just some made-up word from older Trek series rather than older Trek series using actual star names for locations. The knowledge of Trek seemed a little lacking as well, with the first episode citing “Klingon Warbirds” and basing the hero ship on a design introduced in a then recent movie…that was set 200 years later.

I watched though, as we were coming off of there being CONSTANT Trek on television for the previous 15 years, and this was what we had.

I groused then, a lot. The lack of continuity, the trivia gaffes, the over-sexualization of women characters (ok, that WAS more than a bit overdone, and I still grouse that point).

The theme song. Oh my lord, the theme song.

But eventually, this show won me over, almost in spite of itself. Then there was a major shift in tone for the third season, and it got to be pretty solid, and the FOURTH season was…STAR TREK! Like its predecessors, the show had taken some time to find its footing (c’mon, admit how uneven the first couple of seasons of TNG were), but had pulled itself together, and the show’s future looked bright in 2005!

And then there was a truly terrible last episode and ENT was cancelled and gone.

Twenty years later, here I am, and though the absence of new Trek only lasted about four years—until JJ Abrams 2009 movie—I felt that absence keenly then. I am glad to report there has been Trek I really enjoy since then…and some marginal entries, but that’s not new either honestly. But with all this new material, I still find myself going back to revisit Archer and his crew. I’ve rewatched maybe two TNG episodes in the last 15 years. Maybe two or three Voyager episodes. But TOS, DS9, and ENT I hit regularly. Why does ENT keep forcing itself to the front of my Trek consciousness?

From the beginning, ENT suffered from some external pressures that weren’t helpful to its development. There was a tension between doing more of the same, successful formula Trek had been delivering since “Encounter at Farpoint” (the TNG pilot episode from 1987) and doing something experimental and new. Viewer fatigue was setting in a bit, but fans were vociferous in what THEY thought Trek meant. Anything that strayed too far would take a beating on the internet message boards.

DS9 had just finished off their wartime storyline, and though there were adamant Niners, it was only just beginning to truly find its audience with the advent of home video allowing one to actually watch the whole thing. Meanwhile, the less arc-oriented VOY had added the character Seven. There had been a ratings increase, which the producers took to mean any new show needed an attractive woman in a catsuit. Remember also, we were in the midst of the Star Wars Prequel trilogy, so going BACK to a time when the story could be a little looser was floating in the zeitgeist.

But it was also 2001, and though the visual continuity of the then modern Treks had maintained a history inclusive and accepting of TOS, putting a starship on screen that would look like a century’s LESS development than Matt Jefferies’ design from the mid-1960s was going to be problematic.

I don’t know this is true, but I also suspect that since the previous shows had a British man, a Black man, and a Woman as captains, someone in Production wanted to make sure there was a white, American man back in the center seat. Maybe I’m wrong, but that’s my gut.

So all of this goes into the show, and honestly it kicks off as a bit of a hot mess. So much seems to be playing it safe. Some fairly cliched storylines that occasionally try something a little new. A few things it does try new are not quite there: That aforementioned over-sexualization of the women in the crew*. Cringy comments about relations with aliens. Archer watching water polo.

There are a lot of forgettable episodes, contradictions. And yet, I kept watching. Yeah, I was on message boards complaining about the tech looking too advanced. I’d gripe about how un-Vulcan the Vulcans seemed. I’d gripe about every violation of what I accepted as canon, that was often really just things the fandom had settled on in the 70s and had no basis on the show. And I was just a complete tool online when the first cloaking device showed up.

And the theme song, oh my lord, the theme song.

But I kept watching. And before I knew it, I started to appreciate something about this show. I had to make a choice between griping that this modern show that I was actually enjoying didn’t adhere to a single line of dialog written (then) 40 years before for a show that wasn’t expected to last a year. I, a staunch Trek gatekeeper, was having an awakening about continuity and canon, and I had to figure out why. Finally it hit me.

These characters, these performers, they were more than they should be. These characters were making me love them, even when the stories were mediocre or cliche or counter to what I believed was canon.

Take Jonathan Archer, played with almost megaton-levels of earnestness by Scott Bakula. Archer’s earnest, do-gooder nature is so extreme…you know how a show like “Family Guy,” does a joke, and it’s ok, and then it keeps going way too long, and you get sick of it. And then it keeps going still, and somehow, this only kinda-funny joke goes so long or so far that it actually manages to somehow loop back around to being not just funny, but hilarious. That’s Archer’s earnestness, his naiveté. His “oh gosh” nature is interesting and fun compared to Kirk’s bravado. Then, after he oh goshes his way into losing ANOTHER fight, he’s simply grating. THEN you start to think he’s just devastatingly boring. But if you keep watching, then it comes around to this unironic serving of safe-guy that doesn’t blink in how GOLLY he is as a hero and you smile when he all but winks at the camera. And then, in later seasons when he’s faced with some pretty devastating moral dilemmas, you FEEL it!

T’Pol, played by Jolene Blalock: she’s so attractive it almost hurts to look at her, but you realize soon after that while she somehow seems to keep ending up getting rubbed down in decon Jolene is BRINGING the performance. That her delivery, her tone; the micro-expressions which betray her stoic facade for the Vulcan emotions at a full boil underneath…you buy it. You realize her performance is wonderful, and she’s one of the best Vulcans in the entire franchise.

Connor Trinneer as the character I recently described as “Florida Man in Space,” Trip Tucker. He’s a walking cliche, his accent making “warp-field plasma conduits” sound like something you’d serve up with sweet tea and grits. He’s got Himbo energy that rivals the output of his anti-matter reactor, and still it works. His “I don’t really know much about anything, but I’m willing to learn…oh God I’m pregnant” (actual episode) speaks so beautifully to humans DISCOVERING things for the first time, screwing it up, but learning from their mistakes and going back for more!

I could easily go on about Travis Mayweather, the kid who grew up in space and is both completely knowledgeable and blissfully ignorant of anything that goes on out there. Malcolm Reed, the British tactical officer who if his upper lip was any stiffer, he could use it as a weapon. Hoshi Sato who starts out completely out of her depth, and ends up loving it all. Dr. Phlox, your over-friendly, polyamorous uncle who brandishes optimism like a flame thrower and plays with eels.

They are all just…TOO. Too this, too that, and in doing so, somehow all circle back to being absolutely perfect. Because as flawed as ENT is in its storytelling at times, and how mired it is in attitudes before #metoo, the IDEA of the show is a great one: How does humanity get from the mess we are now to the icons of TOS or TNG? Enterprise shows us it wasn’t a switch, but a road. A long road, getting from there to here.

Yes, even the damn theme song, hokey and way too on the nose is EXACTLY RIGHT for what this show means.

Somewhere along the line, we all knew we had to move in a little closer when ENT comes up to bat, but we all started wishing, hoping, that maybe it would get a home run.

And sometimes, just sometimes, these characters that are great in spite of themselves, and this design, that’s too good for what it should be**, and this show that’s just not on the level of its predecessors does exactly that and knocks one into the stands. Suddenly it’s season four, and Enterprise manages to sum up the humanity Star Trek has been serving up since 1966 better than any show before or since:

Vulcan Ambassador Soval: We don't know what to do about Humans. Of all the species we've made contact with, yours is the only one we can't define. You have the arrogance of Andorians, the stubborn pride of Tellarites. One moment, you're as driven by your emotions as Klingons, and the next, you confound us by suddenly embracing logic.

Admiral Maxwell Forrest: I'm sure those qualities are found in every species.

Vulcan Ambassador Soval: Not in such confusing abundance.

We’re not perfect, we’re not utopian, but we are AMAZING when we give ourselves the chance, and for me, Enterprise takes that idea and runs with it. It often swings and misses, but when it connects, we can smile and clap and let it take its run around the bases, because it makes us feel good. And if it weren’t for Enterprise teaching me how these lessons, these characters are more important that visual continuity or strict adherence to arcane canon, I wouldn’t have accepted the Kelvin timeline. The DISCO Klingons. The Strange New Worlds uniforms, sets, and character interpretations. Because as much as I love what Star Trek means, all of that deeper meaning is nothing if it isn’t entertaining. And Enterprise taught me how important that was.

I could go on about how much better the show got when Berman and Braga took a back seat to Manny Coto, though there are certainly strong arguments that he got a little too fan-servicey. But in the end, the point is CBS took over and closed down Enterprise just as it found its footing. I hope the wave of nostalgia we’re seeing applied (perhaps TOO applied in shows like “Picard”) to modern Trek means we get more than a passing Lower Decks reference to the show. And if not, well, I’ve got my copies, and my fan fic, and my Tumblr memes.

Most importantly though, I’ve got (I’ve got, I’ve got) Faith of the Heart.

*I will give the show credit at least that it was pretty willing to flaunt shirtless men as well, and biceps-a-plenty.

**In regard to things looking more advanced, I will give credit to Brannon Braga for dropping a hint in an interview at the end of season 1 that the Enterprise-E coming back in “First Contact” had subtly altered the timeline, making things a little more advanced. Fans—and I regret to include myself—railed against that online, and it wasn’t really mentioned again. Recently, Strange New Worlds has revisited and canonized the idea that the timeline, even though it is the Prime timeline, DOES go through shifts and changes due to temporal incursions, evidenced wonderfully in the episode “Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow” when a Romulan time traveler admits to altering time so the rise of Khan happens not at the 1992 date that Spock gave us in the original series “Space Seed” to now to him still being a child 30 years later. It’s in-story shorthand for the fact that when a show goes for six decades some continuity has to change and THAT IS OK. I wasn’t ready to accept it then, but am glad it’s now part of Trek.

#star trek #star trek enterprise #long post #another jackass opinion #former gatekeeping asshole #i got better

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faeriekit · 1 year

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Hey gang. So:

1) If I ask a yes or no question about something I’m posting, a. I don’t need two paragraphs about your reasoning as to why you have this opinion, especially if the update it’s about is already posted and isn’t going to change. A “yes, cool” or “nah, not really” will suffice. b. I don’t need four different responses about how much you dislike the direction I’ve taken, and neither do I need to see attempts to rope in other users to have you...actually change their mind? It’s perfectly fine to dislike my writing or one of my writing products. But make your own post about it, please, so I don’t get blasted with six different critiques simultaneously in my notes. This is a boundary I am about to enforce via blocking, because:

2) Writing fanfic is a personal hobby and mode of de-stressing of mine. I’m not a professional writer. I am using tumblr as a mode of publishing, so clearly this isn’t that deep. I have to keep it not-that-deep for personal reasons, because the literal instant that this becomes work, or worse, an actual stressor, my brain shuts down any creative interest and I go back into anhedonia mode. If anhedonia has never been on your symptoms sheet before...it sucks. It really does.

3) I work eleven hour days. I am in my final semester of grad school. I have homework to do nightly. The finals due this month will determine the course of my career. This fic has largely turned my eleven hour days to thirteen-to-fifteen hour days when I include meals. The turnaround on Blister Pack has been incredibly short, considering the daily update pattern. It’s okay to not like raspberry scones or whatever you want this metaphor to be, but if I offer you raspberry scones after spending my only free time baking them and your response is to tell me the mistakes I’ve made in the process, then. Well. I’m certainly not going to consider baking my fun hobby I do with friends anymore.

I’m not going to blame anyone for this. This is not anyone’s fault. Since BP has largely gotten ten times more popular than I ever imagined it would be, I’m ngl, I was largely expecting something to go wrong way earlier than this. This is about how I will proceed in the future and how I hope we can get along in the future. Feel free to read. Feel free to dislike. Feel free to-- idk, make your own post where you get vocal about where my writing goes and why you personally don’t like it. Sure. Just don’t make me see it and...what, expect me to uproot the story? Rewrite it to match your personal view of the media and of the fic? I don’t always know what people’s intention are when they comment this tbh; if I dislike a fic, I just stop reading.

Anyway, the block button is on the table as far as options go, but I trust the vast majority of you and we clearly haven’t had problems about this previously. Blister Pack is finished in its word doc. I just have to trick my brain into thinking that posting the ending isn’t a threat to my internal wellbeing.

Thank you for reading the little I write, thank you for the well-intentioned comments, even if I couldn’t receive them in the manner you intended; and thank you for sharing your thoughts and interests when you have the energy. I often feel as though writing is very isolating, and though I often get too overwhelmed to respond, I have read every single individual comment that has been sent to me. Comments. Tags. Replies. Everything. You’re the glue that’s been holding my motivation together to finish this for once.

Once Blister Pack is posted, this will be the first fic I have finished since...since I wrote my first fic a decade ago. Fucking Hells. 🥂

#it's the symptoms disorder man #if I could fix it I would #faer nonsense

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thelooniemoonie · 7 months

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So I just finished reading House of Leaves...

Here are my thoughts. I will do my best to avoid spoilers, but will mention a thing or two.

Oh man, that was one hell of a ride. While I myself am a huge fan of horror, this was the first horror book I have read, and what a great experience it was!

Going into the book I already somewhat knew of the madness that lurks inside (that being the quarter inch, and the impossibly long hallway) and was surprised that the madness started on very early. Being the book is over 700 pages long, I sure as hell didn't expect it to start about 60 pages in.

What you don't expect however, is the madness that takes it's toll the longer the book goes on. Multiple storylines, narrators and themes start converging together to the point where everything starts falling into place, to the point it becomes nauseating as exploring the house itself. What I can say however, is that the house is only barely scratching the surface of what is truly going on within these pages.

For context the book is cleverly written as a meta-narrative, as an essay analyzing the film The Navidson Record, a fictional film that does not exist in the real world. What the book strangely does however, is reference actual real life sources when dissecting its premise, to the point where reality and fiction start blurring. The book feels as if it's having a conversation with itself, covering countless of different themes and metaphors that overlap with one another. Given this thing has been analyzed and picked apart for decades since its release, I'm gonna leave it to the experts about the secrets within its pages. (Although I will say this: pay attention. The longer the book goes on the more the different puzzle pieces will start clicking together.)

I was curious as to how a book may scare a reader since I'm unfamiliar with the experience of reading horror, but I will say the longer the book went on the worse it got. If I had to make a comparison, it would be the same feeling I experienced when watching Skinamarink: Dread. A long, droning kind of dread that one experiences when you are alone in your house and all the lights are off and everything is black. And you know no one is coming for you. But you swear you saw something from the corner of your eye. It's the feeling of running up the stairs after turning the lights off and praying something isn't running after you. Dread.

Very quickly things will become nauseating. At first I wasn't scared of the premise of the house: it's a haunted house that defies reality. So? But I found myself not dreading the events that unfolded or the "interesting" formatting of the book, but that the reality of the book itself seemed to be imploding on itself. Spoilers, but the one moment I think where I specifically started spiralling was when Exploration #5 was occurring, and Navidson had to stop and rest with only his matches, he pulls out a book to read and it's....the House of Leaves? The book you're reading right now? But how is that possible? How is Navidson reading the real life book that you're reading, when the fictional events that are pertaining to him are happening right now to him?? What are even the Johnny segments?? (Note: don't read them at work like I did) Why does nobody cited in this book know who the Navidsons are, even though they're quoted directly in reviewing the film?? What the hell is going on???

I made a joke in an earlier post that Navidson wants to fuck the house. I meant this as a joke. What I soon horrifically realized was that others were correcting me in that it wasn't a joke. Navidson wants to fuck the house. But he also doesn't want to fuck the house. But it is also a secret third thing that's literal to the foundation of this story. (No pun intended.) But oh god it gets so much worse.

At the time of writing this, I just finished the book 1 hour ago. I feel like I just stepped off the worst rollercoaster. And I loved it.

10/10 very spooks

On a less serious note I think the funniest moment in the book was when the Chad's and Daisy's teacher, after noticing their strange behaviour at school due to the effects of the house, reasonably decides to pay their parents a visit to talk about it. What the poor lady doesn't expect however, is that she arrives right after the events of the house unfold and the Navidsons are having the worst week of their life, coming to the screaming and crying family while there is a dead body on the floor.

In essence it can be summed up by this gif, which frankly sums up the vibe of the story overall:

So yeah it's a good book. I recommend it.

#the moon speaks #house of leaves #idk if i will post more but if i do i pull put it in the main tag #so if u wanna avoid spoilers you can just block it

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summonhouse · 7 months

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did u know !!!!! i am . INTERESTED in your characters and u should Tell me all about them

WAA WAA WAAA (HITS YOU WITH BRICKS )

Heres two collections of characters .

housecats who ive detailed plenty recently. the perfect person/pp, xerox, catch 22, and amaryllis/no signal. they are (sans amaryllis) fiction aware interdimensional creatures. the perfect person is the hand of god (me as a writer) torturing and assisting fictional creatures, xerox serves to clean up forgotten and abandoned stories lest they become overrun by nightmares and void, catch 22 is the nightmares and void, and amaryllis is pps normal child.

pp's a righteous bitch, extremely erratic and constantly experiencing back and forth. to have personality while also being explicitly and only a tool for someone who enjoys hurt/comfort is existentially hellish; it cannot allow for any personal connection because it will inevitably be torn apart for some writer sanctioned angst. its also only able to do what writers are capable of and so could easily be written stripped of its powers and lives knowing it has to serve or be trashed (which it had been for a year until recently and is still recovering). xerox is nice and sweet, despite regularly killing people and fighting monsters and the other housecats being very mean to him. he wishes everyone had the clarity to enjoy their time on screen and submit gracefully when the curtains close as an inevitability. catch 22 is just miserable and wants to see everything end (as it cannot) so seeks to permanently ruin any story it could. it personally despises pp for reasons i actually cannot remember. something about stealing its partner before it turned into a creepy void centaur? amaryllis is pretty normal, half mortal and ignorant to the larger problems around it really. in canon verse its been kidnapped by catch 22 in the hopes of hurting pp or inspiring it to try and rescue it but pp actually doesnt really care so amaryllis has been left abandoned to rot away in the void. i like to think about what i call "normalverse" aus where that didnt happen and it grows up relatively normal. i think it has a very .. heady personality

heres characters for fibs story which im in the process of rewriting. i originally made it in 2019 and dropped it for 2-3 years and am only now picking it back up so theres a lot of reworking i need to do and explanation is mostly going to be recollection. its about a dog named fib (first guy), he used to be prince lye of the laurel kingdom before labyrinth (second guy), a malicious magical entity, teamed up with another canine to usurp his parents and tossed fib in a magical prison for a decade or so, where fib slowly goes mad. the usurper has since died and so fib has been released, but the magic of his binding has leaked into him and he is now cursed so that he cannot tell the truth, instead automatically saying lies which then warp reality into whatever he had stated. still he is the only one who can take title of king and now struggles to maintain control of his kingdom. he now goes on an adventure to try and track down labyrinth to reverse his curse, learning lessons along the way about self reflection, different nonverbal ways of communication, boundaries and expectations in relationships he has with others, and generally coping with immense trauma. cricket (third guy) hunts fib down during his journey; when fib was a normal boy, so was cricket, and they were young best friends before lye was imprisoned. with no clarity on the situation as someone new takes over the throne, cricket assumes that lye had simply ran away, abandoning the kingdom for worse as the new king subjected the kingdom to needless war, drafting the young cricket who dies on the battle field and resurrects through his rage, digging himself out of his mass grave and now seeking to kill fib. lie (fourth guy) is like totally nothing i just wanted to put him up there LOL hes some sort of spooky doll magical creature who seeks to manipulate fib by feigning kinship, for profit i guess

i love. to think and talk

#ask

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soranihimawari · 4 months

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Starlogs at 2AM

Word Count: <900

Pairing: timeskip!oikawa x paralmypian!reader

Note: after the holiday season and making sure everything was running smoothly irl, I wondered what it would be like to have friends->estranged athlete->lovers with Oiks.

stubborn oikawa...seems like this was taken right before the argument (it's the same week/day)

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Starlog 202X

Entry 13

It’s been how long since you had stopped by? Months, probably. Can you believe it’s been almost a decade since the last time we did one of these? Regardless, I hope this finds you well.

Life update: how’s the volleyball club you decide to sign on? I hear the Latin America clubs have their eyes set on snagging a European title. Ever think of coming to play here? ‘M sure Ushiwaka would like a chance to play against you. You’re all giants in the modern generation. Remember the time we all made captain? That was fun. I’m sorry you didn’t get your ticket to nationals during our time at Seijoh, but I am glad you earned the right to play in the Olympics back at home.

As for me? Apparently, volleyball and diving are two different events with their own seasons. I play in a neighborhood league nowadays since my injury. I received so many well wishes and support from the old group…Except yours. You never sent me one, but I was reassured by the others (Iwazumi, Mattsun, and Hanamaki) you sent your regards. I guess we were really antagonistic in our attitudes toward the end of that year.

The year that changed everything with the way life called us all to different paths made the choice so clear. You went to Argentina to chase golden sand and I left to Italy to pursue my own dreams. If you’re wondering how I got this address of yours, thank Hanamaki and Mattsun for continuing their OTP-jar to get us to talk to one another.

In case you didn’t know or no one has said this to you in a while: I’m sorry for gloating I got into the university league before you got accepted in Team Argentina… Also, I apologize for this next part too. Can you open your front door?

Best Regards,

[your name]

The taxi driver is still counting his bills that you paid him for. Nights outside here in the quiet suburb of Buenos Aires have you sort of thankful you packed a jacket on your red eye flight. You glance down at your shoes., These were the ones with flower design, but since your accident on the train service going to an away game in Milan, the one on the prosthetic left knee seems a little loose. You hear the unlocking of the door in front of you and when the door pulls back, you rise to meet the recipient of your letter. OIkawa Tooru, proud starting setter of Team Argentina, protege of the Blanco, in his pajamas at two in the morning stares at you.

“Sixteen hours,” your voice cracks under the weight of his gaze. He leans against his door frame before he reaches out a hand; his breathing suggests he’s just stunned–like the first time he received your letter.

Oikawa Tooru hasn’t seen you in the same span of time. The last time you were in the same room, you had a shouting match with him and he told you to disappear. Or was it, “go to hell?” He couldn’t be any more upset with himself when he saw your shoulders slump and you really did make good on your word. From what you can infer, there are clippings of your accomplishments on a corkboard and his own are next to yours in a trophy case.

“How?” His voice is gentle like the breeze at dawn.

“Our friends,” you search your bag for the postcard attached with the plane ticket to Buenos Aires. “Want us to be amigos?”

Oikawa chuckles at the way your lips formulate around the word for friend.

“I never should have fought with you,” he says when he lets you inside his home.

“We were seventeen, reaching for the stars, or something like that,” your bag is on the loveseat and you sit side by side with him on his actual couch.

You both swap stories of the last decade and in the end, he realizes just how much he missed. A void in his heart he once confided in Iwazumi must have gotten out when the Seijoh reunion in Sendai. That was a pinnacle where when you walked through the door of the pub, limping a bit and though the male counterparts of the sports cheer for your triumph, you persisted in leading your group-division of paralympians to victory. Oikawa hears this all second hand afterall, but now you’re here–in his home.

“And you’re ok?” you ask him. You try to not notice the box of take out, the soiled dishes in the sink, the box of tissues from the last change of seasons. “Oikawa…?”

“...not ok,” his smile falters. “But I’m relieved you’re here, chibi-chan.”

“Me too,” you give him a comforting smile before you cup his cheeks. You press your lips to his brow after he whispers it’s ok especially since you’re quieting his overstimulated mind.

He lets you embrace him and for the first time in what seems like a lightyear, the animosity isn’t there. The misunderstandings are forgiven when the stars collide in a tiny abode on the outskirts of the Argentine capital.

#sora after hours #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #argentine!oikawa x paralymian!reader #🌻— flying around collecting pollen—queue #sora scribbles 2024

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