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thatdammchickennugget · 2 months

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Valentine's Kiss

pairing - james potter x gn!reader

summary - you confess your feelings on valentine's day.

warnings - kinda rushed, (sorry), fluff

wordcount - 1k

a/n - just a short little valentine's day drabble. sorry this is really rushed, I didn't prepare anything for today because I've been busy with real life, but I still wanted to post a little something. happy valentine's day to all of you lovelies <3

You can feel the excitement buzzing through the air as you walk the familiar corridors of Hogwarts. Valentine's Day is approaching, and the castle is adorned with crimson hearts, sparkling enchantments, and an undeniable sense of romance. Yet, amidst the enchanting atmosphere, your heart feels heavy with a secret you've been carrying for far too long.

As you navigate through the bustling halls, your mind drifts to James Potter, the charming and mischievous Gryffindor who has captured your thoughts and stirred your emotions more times than you can count. You've watched him from afar, admiring his confidence, his wit, and the way his eyes light up when he's deep in conversation with friends.

But today, as Valentine's Day draws near, your thoughts are consumed by more than just admiration. They're filled with a longing, a desire to confess the feelings that have been brewing inside you for so long. Yet, the fear of rejection and the uncertainty of his feelings weigh heavily on your mind.

As you find yourself surrounded by friends eagerly making plans for the upcoming festivities, you can't help but feel a pang of loneliness. Despite the laughter and camaraderie, there's a part of you that feels incomplete, yearning for something more.

But amidst the whirlwind of emotions, there's a glimmer of hope—a tiny voice urging you to take a chance, to seize the opportunity presented by Valentine's Day to finally reveal your heart's deepest desires. And so, with determination in your heart and butterflies in your stomach, you steel yourself for the confession that could change everything.

The anticipation weighs heavily on your shoulders as the date draws nearer. Each passing moment feels like a countdown to the inevitable, filling you with a mix of excitement and trepidation.

Your interactions with James become more frequent as the holiday approaches. Whether it's in shared classes, chance encounters in the corridors, or lingering glances across the Great Hall during meals, every moment spent in his presence only serves to intensify your feelings.

You find yourself studying his every move, searching for any sign that he might feel the same way. Does he linger a moment longer when he speaks to you? Does his smile hold a hint of something more than just friendship? Or are you simply reading too much into every gesture, every word exchanged between you?

Despite your friends' encouragement and reassurance, doubts continue to plague your mind. What if James doesn't feel the same way? What if your confession only serves to ruin the friendship you've worked so hard to foster?

You spend hours agonizing over the perfect way to confess your feelings to James. Should you write him a heartfelt letter? Or perhaps you should simply find a moment alone with him and speak from the heart? The possibilities swirl in your mind, each one carrying its own risks and uncertainties.

But amidst the chaos of planning and preparation, one thing remains clear: today is the day you will finally lay bare your heart and soul to James Potter. Whether it leads to heartache or happiness, you know that the weight of your unspoken feelings has become too heavy to bear, and you are determined to set them free.

The morning of Valentine's Day dawns bright and clear, filling you with a sense of both excitement and nervousness. As you dress for the day ahead, you can't help but feel a flutter of anticipation in your chest.

As you make your way through the crowded halls, you catch glimpses of couples exchanging affectionate gestures and heartfelt words. The sight only serves to strengthen your resolve.

Finally, the moment arrives. With a deep breath, you steel yourself for what lies ahead as you seek out James. It takes you a while to figure out where he’s hiding, not being able to find him in any of his usual spots. You finally find him alone in a secluded corner of the library, his attention focused on a book before him, an unfamiliar sight.

Summoning all of your courage, you approach him, your heart pounding in your chest. When he looks up and sees you standing before him, a smile lights up his face, and for a moment, all of your doubts and fears melt away.

"Hey," James greets you warmly, setting aside his book to give you his full attention.

"Hi, James," you reply, your voice trembling slightly. "Um, there's something I need to tell you."

James's smile fades, replaced by a look of concern as he senses the seriousness of your tone. "Of course. What's on your mind?"

You take a deep breath, gathering your thoughts before plunging ahead. "James, I've admired you for a long time now. Your kindness, your bravery, your...everything. And I can't hold it in any longer. I...I have feelings for you, James. More than just friendship. I've had them for a while, and I couldn't let another day go by without telling you."

As the words spill from your lips, you feel a weight lift from your shoulders, replaced by a sense of relief and vulnerability. You hold your breath, waiting for James's response, unsure of what to expect.

For a moment, there is silence between you, the air heavy with anticipation. Then, to your surprise and delight, James reaches out, gently taking your hand in his.

"Love," he says softly, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that takes your breath away. "I've felt the same way about you for longer than I care to admit. I was just too afraid to say anything."

A surge of emotion washes over you, filling you with a warmth and joy you've never known. In that moment, as you stand together in the quiet sanctuary of the library, surrounded by books and the promise of new beginnings, you realize that this is just the beginning of your journey together.

And as James leans in, his lips meeting yours in a sweet and tender kiss, you know that this Valentine's Day will be one you'll never forget.

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yandere-toons · 2 years

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Can you do yandere headcanons for Izzy Moonbow (Platonic and Romantic)?

This is my first request btw Im kinda nervous.

Izzy Moonbow (Platonic & Romantic Headcanons)

WARNING: toxic mindset.

A.N. - You did great; this is a fine first request. Izzy is my favourite G5 pony, so thank you for sending this!

PLATONIC:

All the no's in the world do little to convince Izzy that her friend may not share her unyielding devotion to the relationship. Rejecting an offer for a slumber party at her cottage means that they have a surprise planned, and any assertions of otherwise only cause her anticipation to grow.

Hostility is merely them in a grumpy mood that has nothing to do with her and will pass if she is patient, a process that can be hastened by her designing them a new friendship bracelet and entertaining them with funny stories and tricks.

Izzy desires to have the relationship be as free of ambiguity as possible, for she views the expectation of unbridled and indiscriminate communication as the key to the long-lasting friendship that she craves.

While not motivated by malicious intent, her execution of this wish is flawed in that the unicorn wants to experience every aspect of her friend's life alongside them and is confused if they do not want to do the same with her.

Unless it is glaringly false, Izzy believes every word that her friend tells her. Whether the information is positive or negative, she is not the best keeper of secrets and is inclined to repeat it to anyone who asks.

If others comment on any discrepancies, Izzy defends her friend's innocence and, if the truth becomes obvious, claims that they must have been confused or misled.

ROMANTIC:

Romance is not a common subject of thought for Izzy. The idea of a romantic relationship first occurs when she notices her discomfort at the sight of her partner taking an interest in another pony or vice versa.

This insecurity stems from the fear that they will choose to reserve the dominant slice of their time for others while gradually condensing her presence in their day, and the need to thwart this perceived abandonment urges Izzy to shower her partner in ways that her companionship can benefit them.

Izzy's affectionate tendencies are exacerbated to the point where there is scarcely a moment to spend alone. Because of her habit of assigning guilt to herself when she encounters conflict with her partner, she never holds a grudge against them or seeks to undermine their happiness as a form of revenge.

Izzy supports all of their endeavours with reckless enthusiasm, hoping that doing so will encourage them to include her in every bit of personal news and deter the relationship from becoming stagnant.

Ever affable, Izzy is prone to assisting past a reasonable extent and enabling any unhealthy behaviours that her partner may have. She is opposed to confronting or accusing them of wrongdoing, for the result that comes to mind is them insisting that she has betrayed their trust.

The unicorn's vivacious streak and reliance on her partner's company lead to her yearning for fresh experiences that reveal unique methods of bonding and develop fulfilling memories that strengthen and lengthen the relationship.

Do anything you want with my work, but never make me boring!

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stay-mon-army · 4 years

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Nights Like This- Ma Allen

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,693 words

Soft music fills the mostly empty living space you and Allen currently occupy. Allen had been your best friend for a few years now, ever since you had accidentally run into him with a fresh, hot coffee. Cliche, painful, but with undoubtably wonderful consequences. You’d paid him back for the accident by getting him coffee, where he gave you his number. Many texts and hangouts later, you easily considered each other best friends.

Recently, you’d spent many late nights like this. Allen had been busy the past few months with his debut with Cravity, but he always found time for you. It wasn’t much. You would put on a random playlist, sometimes make dinner, sometimes order takeout, settle yourselves on the couch or the floor in front of it. Sometimes you would talk or watch a movie. On particularly good days for Allen, you two would dance along to crazy music. Most days, however, he was exhausted from practice, and you would sit in silence- knees touching, only sound your soft breathing.

Today was one of the latter- you didn’t risk even a whisper in fear of destroying the serenity between you both. You didn’t touch your phone, just zoning out gazing into the kitchen. There was nothing uncomfortable about the air between you two- just the knowledge of the others presence was healing. Which was why you were so surprised that Allen broke the silence with a quiet whisper.

“Do you think we could really be big? Like, big as Monsta X?” His voice is smooth and clear, no tell to what kind of mood he was in.

Your eyes flick to him, taking in his handsome features. His head was leaning on the back of the couch, his yes shut loosely, full lips just open- like he was sleeping peacefully. You couldn’t help but envy his effortless attractiveness. He didn’t need to try, he just was that beautiful.

“Of course you can. All of you are so talented and attractive, and you are all so passionate about your music.” You believed it, too. These boys deserved so much, and they had the drive to actually work for it.

One of his eyes flutters open, brown iris searching your face for- what? You weren’t quite sure, but your cheeks pink and you have to look away.

“Attractive?”

“Excuse me?” The word has you looking back at Allen and he now has a sweet grin revealing his perfect teeth. Seriously, does he have a single flaw?

“You just said you find us all attractive.” He laughs, and just like that you’re cursing yourself for your big mouth. Why in the world did you think attractive was one of the categories necessary to be a good musician? And why did you think mentioning it wouldn’t catch his attention? He wasn’t stupid, now he’d know you liked him. You had just kissed this easy, carefree friendship goodbye.

“Well, I mean-”

“Nope, you can’t take it back now!” Shit... “Who do you think is most attractive? I bet Serim is totally your type, right?” Wait, what?

Your jaw drops as you stare at Allen beside you. There was no way... did he really think you liked one of his band members instead of him? His smile took up half his face, soft chuckles fell from his lips, his eyes shrunk to crescent moons as he believes he has finally discovered the answer to the great mystery of your love interest. You didn’t know how to break it to him- didn’t want to break it to him. You didn’t want to confess- not here, not now, not like this. This was too sudden, you weren’t ready to make it awkward. You knew he wouldn’t drop you, he was a good man, but if he didn’t feel the same... This would never be the same.

But you also couldn’t lie. God forbid he tells Serim you like him? That would only cause more issues, and you would never want to lead on any of the boys. They’d all become good friends with you since the group was formed.

Sadly, it was now or never. You had a maximum of 10 seconds to get yourself together before he notices your internal battle with yourself, so you suck in a deep breath, release it, and turn your whole body to face him. The knee that was previously pressing softly against his is now against the back of the couch, your other leg dangling off the front of it. He feels you shift and looks at you, no longer laughing but the grin still graces his features. You can see the brown in his irises- eyes you’d grown to love. Even when you’d spilled coffee on him all those years ago, he had never looked at you with malice marring them. He had never hated you. Today won’t be the day he does, you tell yourself. You feel your hands tremble, so you lace them together in your lap, hoping he won’t notice. Another deep breath.

“No, Allen, I don’t like Serim. I like you.” You don’t know how your voice didn’t shake. How you didn’t burst into tears, or run out of the dorm, or chicken out and lie. But somehow you don’t do any of these things. You get it out, free yourself of the burden of the truth. Your chest simultaneously feels 20 pounds lighter and like your heart would rupture from the vice grip your anxiety held upon it.

The grin you so enjoyed witnessing slips, slow, from his lips, like wet snow off a rooftop. His eyes flicker wildly across your face, looking for- what? Deception? Teasing? He wouldn’t find any of that. This was the cold hard truth you didn’t wish to tell and he didn’t wish to hear.

Suddenly his hand is reaching for you, his fingers brush your cheek, bottom of your ear, lacing within your hair, pulling you softly, more an invitation than a demand. And damn it if his lips aren’t the most inviting thing you’ve ever seen. Your lips meet, barely a graze at first, not really a kiss so much as a whisper teasing- a taste of what you both could have. Just like that you knew, you couldn’t go back. Every hair on your body stood at attention, your nerve ends tingling in desire and yearning. If he wasn’t yours by the end of tonight, you’d have to grow apart. You’d had a taste and that wasn’t nearly enough.

You press your lips against his deeper, reacting more on instinct than reason. This was right, you could feel it. You had always scoffed at such a romance novel, chick-flick answer, but maybe there was something in it. His lips move against yours- struggling to find a proper pace at first, but smoothing out. The grip in your hair tightens, a tug- involuntary, you are sure, but enough to invoke a groan. Your hands fly to his shoulders, using them as leverage to toss your leg over his, straddling his hips without disconnecting from him.

This seems to trigger something within him; a realization of what exactly is happening between you two. His hand that is tangled in your hair slides back to cup your jaw softly, a way to politely distance you from him. His other hand now hovers, wary, over your hip, like he’s afraid to touch you. A little late for that, you think with a small smile.

He had kissed you, really kissed you. His hands had tangled up your hair, his lips had danced along yours, he had felt it too- you were sure of it!

His eyes- deep recesses filled with emotions that you couldn’t place- search your face again. You wish you knew what he was looking for. You want to help him find it so you can kiss again; you already miss the feeling of his lips against yours.

“(Y/N), I can’t believe-” Allen cuts himself off, licking his lips and darting his eyes away from yours.

“Can’t believe what, Allen? Talk to me.” Your hand leaves his shoulder, mirroring his as it cradles his smooth jawline. Your thumb traces his cheek, hoping to coax him back out to you instead of the recesses of his brain he hides himself in.

“I like you, and this has been nice- hanging like this, I mean, but I’m going to get so busy, and I was afraid to tell you and just lose you to my schedule because soon we won’t be able to do this often- it’s already so hard with filming and photoshoots and-” This time you cut him off, a kiss planted firmly against his rambling mouth. He hums, the hand previously grazing now pressing softly but firmly to your hip, pulling you subtly closer. His lips taste like mint- he had brushed his teeth after dinner and your mind worries that your breath is wretched, but he doesn’t seem bothered. You pull away, looking at him with eyes you hope showcase how much you care about him.

“We both knew that was going to happen eventually. That doesn’t change my feelings for you, and I hope it doesn’t for you. I understand you’ll get busy, and I support you because I like you a lot.” You both knew there was more to it than just liking each other, but in that moment, you wanted this- you- to work. You could see it, deep within his eyes there was a longing as he gazed at you, still settled atop his thighs comfortably.

“Are you sure?” His eyes plead, lips open in anticipation of your answer- he was allowing you to break him, here and now. He trusted you to be gentle with his heart.

“Never more so,” A smile, shared between friends turned lovers, was never so sweet.

However, all good things must come to an end, and your solitude together is no exception. The dorm door opens, boyish shouts and giggles drift down the short hallway. You don’t have time to disentangle before Serim swings around the corner, eyes zoning in on your intimate moment.

“Took you long enough.”

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littlemisssquiggles · 5 years

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Hey squiggles. Soooo here's something I never thought I'd ask - think Ruby will take Oscar's hand or the other way around if/when they become a couple.

Hiya Jade! Uhm, I’m actually banking on quite abit of hand holding between the two Rosebuds prior to any potential romancethat could spark between them.

One thing I’m anticipating to see from V7 is thepossibility of seeing Ruby and Oscar grow closer than they’d even been inprevious seasons. For me, V5 and V6 did an adequate job of establishing Rubyand Oscar’s shared protectiveness of each other.

I love how Ruby is the one who mostly looks out for Oscar especially on the battlefield. What makesit even more special is that she’s the only member of the JNR_QROWMBY whoactually ensures that Oscar doesn’t die in combat and this something that Inoticed she’s been doing since V5.

During the Battle of Haven, Ruby askedfor someone to help out Oscar when she noticed him struggling between fightingHazel and Lionheart. I know that it was Ozpin in control at that time but whatI found sweet from Ruby is that that she addressed him as ‘Oscar’, notOzpin.

If I remember correctly, she said “Oscar needs help” to which Ren volunteered to assist. Despite Ozpin clearly beingthe one in control (and I’d like to think that Ruby is wise enough to spot thedifference between the two souls especially when it comes to their combatexperience), Ruby called him Oscar.

Ruby looking out for Oscar’s well-being hasbeen a practice of hers since he and Ozpin finally met up with RNJR and Qrow inMistral V5 and I’m pleased that the CRWBY Writers have kept that up in thefollowing seasons even in V7 as we saw from the first episode teaser clip atRTX (after it was leaked).

What’s also amazing about the Rosebudfriendship is how much that same protective and supportive nature that Ruby hasshown thus far for Oscar is also reciprocated in how he looks out for Ruby.Oscar may not be as combat skilled as Ruby as yet but he has shown her supportin other ways.

So yeah, interested to see where theCRWBY Writers may take this friendship for V7. If there is one signaturehandholding moment that I’m hoping to see for the future of Rosegarden, it’sthe one that harkens back to the Fairy-tale ship between Ozma andSalem.

I don’t know about other Rosegardenersbut if romance is indeed in the cards for these twosmaller, more honest souls then the way I wantthe CRWBY Writers to highlight Ruby and Oscar falling in love with each other(or at least sparking puppy dog crushes on each other) is in a similar mannerto how Ozma and Salem first met and fell in love.

Youremember the moment at the start of the Lost Fable episode where Ozma firstrescues Salem? Right after, we saw the two worktogether to combat the remaining enemies within the Lonely Tower before finallymaking their escape together hand in hand.

Then afterwards, we get an intimateexchange between the two as they smiled softly at one another. During thisscene, the audience hears Jinn as the narrator say:

“…Theyescaped the wretched fortress and yet, something bound them together. Ozma hadbeen ready to give his life for justice countless times but now saw a womanworth saving it for.And Salem,to her surprise, found her freedom not in the outside world she had yearned forbut in the eyes of the man who had saved her…”

This was then followed up by myfavourite line to quote from the Fairy-tale lovers:

“So, wheredo we go now?”

“Whereveryou like.”

Words cannot fathom how much I would loveto see something like this mirrored in Ruby and Oscar. If the Writers do planon pairing these two up and having them be the happilyever after equivalent to the Fairy-tale ship thatended tragically then this would be the perfect way for them to do it.

I want them to show Ruby and Oscarworking together to defeat a common foe (possibly Cinder since we know she’llbe coming after Ruby with Neo and we can ascertain that there is bound to besome kind of rematch between Cinder and Oscar since she was the one who killedOzpin). Then during the aftermath, the two share a moment where Oscar looksacross and smiles softly at Ruby who returns the smile, blushing slightlydespite herself.

Ruby then casually asks Oscar “So…what should we do now?” to which Oscar replies, “Whatever we like.”

He then does something we’ve never seenhim do before. He takes Ruby’s hand in his and the smile on the Ruby’s facewidens as she intertwines fingers with Oscar’s. Or perhaps it’ll be a bit whereit’s Oscar’s turn to reach his hand out to Ruby which she gladly takes.

THAT is a potential Rosegarden moment I want to see. That is apotential Rosegarden moment I’m waiting to see done. If I ever needed a clearsign from the CRWBY Writers that a possible Rosegarden endgame romance was inthe cards, this was the sign I’d be looking out for.

If Rosegarden is to be canon, I’dexpect the Writers to signify it by referring to the Fairy-tale pairconsidering how much Ruby and Oscar share in common with Salem and Ozma.

I’ve made this observation before andI’ll repeat it again here: Ruby andOscar mirror Salem and Ozma. Inspite of Oscar being the one who shares Ozma’s soul, surprisingly enough Rubyis who reminds me the most of who Ozma originally was—the just and noblechampion ready to give her life to do whatever it takes to protect humanity.Seeing Ozma and knowing that Ozpin is the current version of him in a sensejust puts a lot of context into why I believe Oz put so much fate in Ruby Rose.She must’ve reminded him so much of his firstself. His originalself from way back in First Remnant whenthis never-ending story all began.

As for Oscar—in an odd way, hereminds me a bit of original Salem in the sense of how in the beginning helonged for a life beyond the confinements of his original sheltered life. In asense, Salem and Oscar both craved that sense of freedom but the way in whichthey went about achieving it was different.

Not sure if I’m making much sense herebut the connection between Rosegarden and the Fairy-tale pair is very strong. So much so that this is why I’m hoping thatthe CRWBY Writers further emphasis this similarity by having Ruby and Oscar fall in love in a similarfashion to Salem and Ozma.

I like the idea of Ruby initiallystarting off seeing Oscar as just another cherished ally she cares about anddesired to protect with all of her being, only to soon realize that he meant more toher than what she realized. Some Ruby fans want her to end up with no one inthe end. However this squigglemeister, being the hopeless romantic that Iam, believes it’d be sweet if Ruby experienced the beauty of falling in lovewith someone. Give her that romanticlife—the fairy tale that’s full of charm.As a matter of fact, give her the happy ending where she gets to live happilyever after with the love of her life.

I understand that Ruby is the hero ofher story (along with her fellow team mates) but I hope she is not transformedinto the typical ‘strongindependent woman who don’t need no man’archetype that has saturated the media these days to the point of being shoveddown the audience’s throat at this point. There is no shame in having yourfemale heroine find romance or even want to pursue it.

In case of Ruby, fans are used to herbeing the great huntress that she is. I know Ruby is the hero. I’m just sayingonce it a while it would be nice to see her be just a girl. Romance issomething I have yet to see the show tackle for Ruby and I’m honestly verycurious to see how Ruby would react in the face of having romantic feelings foranother person.

As a matter of fact, I like the idea ofRuby falling in love like a lovebird. She strikes me as the type to not justfall in love with anyone. She might really, really like someone but I think romantic love—the artof actually being in love with a person—that wouldbe a first for Ruby and she might be so naïve to the feeling that she mightjust be one of those folks who don’t realize that they’re in love despite the signsbeing so clear to others. Ruby strikes me as the type to not just give herheart to anyone and I’d like to think this is something she shares in commonwith Oscar. Especially Oscar.

As I said before, my theory is thatOscar isn’t the type to open himself up to anyone. I’d like to believe thattrust is very important to the small, freckled farm boy and the moment he’slearned to honestly trust you unconditionally, you’ve earned the key to hisheart.

This ties into my thought of Ruby taming Oscar’s heart by making him see that he can trust and believe in her just asmuch as she trusts and believes in him. That and the obvious nod to the LittlePrince.

On the flipside with Ruby, my ongoingtheory is that Oscar ismeant to be a fuel to Ruby’s spark. He’smeant to be the keeper of her flame, the one who can ignite her spark should itever go out. Hence why I love the Black Rose Ruby theory me and @miki-13concocted. That musing of Ruby falling victim to Salem and becoming corruptedunder her influence with Oscar being the one to help lead her back to the lightis reaffirmed by what Is said before.

I really like the idea of Ruby startingoff as someone who fought for everyone and in the midst of that, finds love andcompanionship in the young boy who literally showed up at her doorstep. Acharming little barn prince who not only shares in her devotion to fighting toprotect humanity but also shares in a power that binds them together.

I like this just as much as I like theidea of Oscar finding the same level of amity and conviction not just withinhimself (like the Gods had predicted) but in the lovely silver eyes of theunique rose whose indomitable will inspires him to keep moving forward towardsa brighter tomorrow.

Honestly the more I think aboutRosegarden and all the amazing parallels that these two have with the other,the more I cannot see these two being paired up with anyone else but eachother. No disrespect to all the other Ruby and Oscar ships out there. Nottrying to knock you guys down or anything like that. It’s just that from myperspective, Rosegarden is like a second Renora, at least in my opinion.

Seriously the more I analyse Rosegardenand compare it against all the info gathered from the recent seasons, the moreI personally can’t picture them ending up with anyone else romantically since Igenuinely feel like these two are being written to betogether in some shape or form—even if it’s areally great friendship.

There is just too much support from thenarrative to not think this a possibility between these two kids:

1) Ruby and Oscar both share the mantle of being the youngest membersof the hero team. Oscar is two years younger than Ruby, placing him around thesame age she was when she first started her huntsmen training.

2) Ruby and Oscar, despite being the youngest members, both share theburdens of the badge ofleadership that’s been placed on them. Ruby hasbeen the leader of two huntsmen teams (RWBY and RNJR) and the spark ofinspiration amongst the heroes, often being the one that everyone turns to forhope. Oscar is the current incarnation of Ozma and the one expected to take Ozpin’splace once he merges with the young boy. Ozpin has been another voice of wisdomand guidance for the team and I wouldn’t be surprised if Oscar will have thatexpectancy placed on him as Oz’s successor.

3) Ruby and Oscar both share the power of the God of Light coursingthrough them. Oscar, as a Wizard of Light, not only possesses the ability toperform magic—the proverbial gift ofthe Gods granted to early man—but Ozma’s reincarnation cycle has beenmaintained by the God of Light’s power for many centuries. Ruby, on the otherhand, is a Silver Eyed Huntress. Despite the origins of the Silver Eyes stillremaining a mystery, according to the events of V6, the Silver Eyes seems tostem from the God of Light as well since its power and overall effect on theGrimm is similar to his.

4) Ruby’s signature colour is red while Oscar’s is green which heshares with Ozpin and Ozma. Red and Green are not only complementary coloursbut they are also colours associated with a redrose—red being the petals and greenrepresenting the stem of the rose.

5) Speaking of rose, the rose is symbolic to both Ruby and Oscar.It’s symbolic to Ruby since it’s in her name and has been her emblem since thestart of the series. But surprisingly enough, the Rose is also significant toOscar since many RosegardeningPineheads believe that Oscar is takinginspiration from ‘TheLittle Prince’ story and in the plot of the LittlePrince, the Prince’s true love and companion was a red rose.

6) Ruby’s eyes are silver while Oscar’s name alludes to the colour ‘oscar gold’.Oscar’s eyes even glow golden yellow whenever he and Ozpin switch control ofhis body. Similar to how red and green complement each other in terms ofcolours, gold and silver are a combination of metals you commonly hear together.

7) Apart from the Little Prince, it is also believed that PrincessOzma from the Wizard of Oz is another character of influence for Oscar. He isalso inspired a bit by Dorothy Gale since, similar to Dorothy, Oscar lived asheltered life with his aunt (and possibly uncle) on their family farm. It has also been pointed out before by RWBY theorists, that Ruby also takesinspiration from Dorothy Gale apart from her obvious Little Red Riding muse. Inthe Oz series, Princess Ozma shared a close relationship with Dorothy Gale asshe was her closest confidante. It was stated that when Ozma first met Dorothy,Oz’s greatest heroine, she immediately liked her and the two became instantbest friends. Huh. Ozma immediately liked Dorothy when they first met and the two becamequick best friends despite only knowing each other shortly? Hmm…why does thatsound familiar?

It is also stated in the canonical BaumOz books, that Dorothy and Ozma are each other’s closest relationship leadingRosegardening Pineheads to believe that this will be mirrored in Ruby andOscar’s bond possibly.

8) Ruby’s aura is red while Oscar’saura is green. Interestingly enough, this is paralleled by Ozma and Salem.Similar to how Ruby and Oscar share the red and green complementary colours, sodo the Fairy-tale pair and as we all know, Salem and Ozma was lovers.

And well, the rest I talked aboutbefore but you see why I like Rosegarden right? It’s not just that these twoseem cute together and that their interactions with one another thus far hasbeen nothing but wholesome, innocent and sweet (no matter how much the antis try to spin it otherwise). Thispairing is also really really compelling from a narrative standpoint.

Whether they actually do start aromance or remain strictly platonic but close, as I say always, it’s up to the CRWBY Writers. For now,for now I’ll just simply include by reiterating that if Ruby and Oscar aregoing to hold hands at some point, I hope a major one parallels Fairy-tale.Buuuuut that’s just me. Hope I answered your question fam.

~LittleMissSquiggles(2019)

#squiggles answers: rwby #oscar pine #ruby rose #ruby and oscar #rwby rosegarden #rwby theories #jade-rosepine #squiggles answers

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Café Potente

Title: Café Potente

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x Reader

Type: cafe!au, pure tooth-rotting fluff!

Rating: PG

Warnings: Namjoon being a slight perv, kinkshaming if you squint (haha)

Word count: 1,628

Summary: In which Namjoon uses English and Clumsy to get himself a date.

A/N: First ever collab with @sugarcookiesandsins. She just had to re-create so be sure to follow her. She’s also the grand admin of a really amazing Discord fangirl server. This was both really fun and obnoxiously hard to write, bc we kept dying of uwus while writing (I’m old, does this make sense)? Anyway, sorry not sorry for the massive amounts of cheese.

For once in your life, you were hoping that the universe would cooperate. So far, everything was going perfectly: the bus schedule, the weather, the heavenly smell of freshly brewed coffee. But good things come only in threes and you felt it in your gut that the universe would be giving you something bad to balance it out.

Still, you soldiered on; you had been dying to try this new coffee shop, and it did not disappoint. From the soft fairy lights framing the chalkboard menu to the soft murmuring of the people around you, this cafe looked like it had been pulled straight from a fiction romance: the type of place where a meet-cute would happen. You dragged your eyes over the old-fashioned brick wall on the left side, patterned with a collage of art and paper notices, some advertising other stores and other simply messages about loving life.

All-in-all you could definitely see yourself coming back here, perhaps to study, or even just to curl up in that plush bean bag in the corner with a good book.

Walking further into your personal utopia, you entered the line and focused on the menu. It had all the classics, and even a special menu that you were considering making your way through. Settling on your order, you let your thoughts wander until they settled on the other patrons.

There was a tall boy in front of you, clad in all denim and a baseball cap pulled low over his face. You normally didn’t pay much attention to those around you, but the line was barely moving, and he had presence. He was on his phone, speaking animatedly about something or other. As you eyed him idly, you realized that the phone conversation he was having was in perfect English. It had been months since you had had any meaningful conversations, rather than the mindless repetition of colors and numbers you circled though with your students.

Without permission from your social graces, your feet moved closer, yearning to hear more about whatever mundane conversation he was having. Just as you got close enough to actually hear the conversation, it was finally his turn to order. He almost dropped his phone upon hanging up, scrambling to catch it, but knocking over the tip jar in the process. It clanged noisily to the ground and you noticed a blush tint the top of his ears as he bent down to recover it.

It seemed that luck was not on his side however as his hat managed to catch on the lip of the counter falling off his head to the hardwood floor. You picked it up, and handed it to him. He nodded gratefully but didn’t say anything. You had been hoping to strike up a conversation with the stranger, but he clearly had enough on his plate. He moved to the far end of the counter to wait for his drink and before you could think of anything to say, it was your turn to order.

After ordering and paying for your drink, you moved down to the far end of the counter, and stood once again behind the taller man. He was back on his phone, emphatically gesturing as he continued his conversation on the phone. He seemed clueless that he was mixing korean and english into a new language all its own. It was oddly endearing.

You thought that you were at a respectable normal distance, but apparently chaos was a natural state of being for him. Before you knew what had happened, you were covered in the remnants of his drink. Though you knew forces of entropy were present in the universe, this boy must have been prime among them.

Somehow, in the scant seconds between grabbing his drink and spinning around, the two of you collided. You had expected that such a public embarrassment would move slowly, like in the seconds before a fall, but no. In one fell swoop, you had gone from cozy anticipation of your drink to completely drenched in his. You felt like a complete idiot, standing there frozen pondering the statistical probability of what had just occurred.

However frozen you felt, though, the chaotic bilingual boy in front of you was a flurry of energy, moving for the napkins, apologizing profusely, and somehow still managing to maintain that smooth flow of bilinguality with whoever was on the other end.

You decided to choose one for him, with a small grin you pacified the man. “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” You rejoiced as the syllables flowed out your mouth, relishing in the rare feeling of speaking english.

His eyes widened comically, whether surprised at your language skills, or lack of rage; you couldn’t be entirely certain. Still he managed to compose himself pretty quickly, before blurting out a final apology, seemingly blank on any other words.

You covered your giggle with your hand, momentarily forgetting about the brown stain on the front of your favorite t-shirt, emblazoned with the words THAT GIRL. But, the passing breeze of an opening door felt cold against the front of your chest, causing you to try to shield your torso from the offending wind.

You glared at the new customer, blaming them for the new awkwardness you were feeling. Yet, you felt the pointed stare of someone. Turning back to the clumsy genius, you raised an eyebrow at the way his eyes were fixated on your chest. Seeing his pupils moving back and forth was the only thing keeping you from slapping his porcelain skin.

“Oi. My eyes are up here you know.” His face bloomed roses as he realized what it had looked like from your perspective. Stumbling over his words, he tried quickly to excuse himself. The next words out of his mouth satiated your rage completely.

“It’s not what you think. Just trying to figure out whether you’re a Marlo Thomas or Phoebe Buffay fan.” Whatever words you had been expecting, it certainly wasn’t these. Instead of swearing off men forever, you were wondering whether you had just met your soulmate. Not only was he a fellow 90s kid, but he also knew one of the original leading ladies of primetime TV.

“And if I say both?” You tease, wondering whether his words would be as clumsy as his actions. Instead, he was surprisingly smooth, and despite his earlier mishaps, his entire demeanor had changed from a gangly awkward youth to someone comfortable with witty repartee.

“Then I would say that we need to meet up again to fully discuss the pros and cons of each of the shows. This is a serious undertaking and we can’t be rash,” though his words suggest gravity, the expression on his face indicates that he is joking.

“Same time next week? And maybe next time, I won’t become your personal coffee dispenser.”

Never in your life would you have thought to yourself that the most obscure t-shirt in your wardrobe would be the reason you fell in love, yet here you were cuddled on the couch, tracing words on the paper as warm breaths caressed your neck.

“You done reading baby?” You nod your head once, shift backwards to envelop yourself even more in Namjoon’s embrace. At his words, you put down your book and try to be more present in the moment with the love of your life.

It was a Friday night, almost 2 years to the day that Namjoon had the great misfortune of spilling coffee and inadvertently staring at your chest. You had the great fortune of meeting a cute, nerdy, multi-talented guy who enjoyed the same old tv shows at you, and remembered the same microscopic details that you did.

It had gotten to the point where none of your friends wanted to hang out with you anymore, the two of you finishing each other’s movie quotes and winning incessantly at trivia. But you and Namjoon couldn’t be happier much to your friends’ chagrin. And despite their grumbles, you knew that they were happy that the two of you had found someone so perfectly matched.

You smiled at the memory as Namjoon turned the page for the both of you. It had become a tradition; both of you cuddled up on the couch under the blanket that you had gifted him the first Christmas. There was always coffee on the small table, the dark color contrasting against matching couple mugs.

It was enough to make someone vomit, but you didn’t mind, and neither did he. In fact, the two of you would often try to outdo each other on the mug front, and you were never at a loss for a clean cup for a warm beverage. Some might call you hoarders, but you and Joon maintained that you were collectors.

You finally had the man of your dreams, romantic, nerdy, and caring all wrapped into one being and sprinkled with a dash of clumsy for good measure.

“I guess the world was wrong Joonie?” Your boyfriend lifted his eyes from the book, glasses allowing you to see the shades of brown that painted his irises. He gave you a quizzical look that made you giggle - it wasn’t often that you were able to confuse him.

“Good things don’t come in threes. They come in fours.”

“Spilling my coffee on you was a good thing? You know, y/n, some might call that a kink.” His dimples are out full force, softening your heart and the gentle smack to his arm.

“You know, Joon, for someone so smart, you’re pretty dumb sometimes,” you want to make him sweat a little, but you are unable to keep a straight face.

“I mean you.”

#hyunglinenetwork #btsguild #kim namjoon x reader #kim namjoon x you #bts cafe au #bts fluff #oneshot

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Café Potente

Word Count: 1.6+ Warnings: slight perv, slight kinkshaming if you squint Notes: collab with @/bts-love-sweat-tears - please give her all the love and affection! She was wonderful to work with!

All-in-all you could definitely see yourself coming back here, perhaps to study, or even just to curl up in that plush bean bag in the corner with a good book.

“Same time next week? And maybe next time, I won’t become your personal coffee dispenser.”

You finally had the man of your dreams, romantic, nerdy, and caring all wrapped into one being and sprinkled with a dash of clumsy for good measure.

“Good things don’t come in threes. They come in fours.”

“Spilling my coffee on you was a good thing? You know, y/n, some might call that a kink.” His dimples are out full force, softening your heart and the gentle smack to his arm.

“You know, Joon, for someone so smart, you’re pretty dumb sometimes,” you want to make him sweat a little, but you are unable to keep a straight face.

“I mean you.”

#kim namjoon x reader #bts x reader #collab #café potente #kim namjoon #bts-love-sweat-tears #café series #one-shot #sugarcookiesandsins

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ewh111 · 6 years

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2017 Annual List of Favorite Film Experiences

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!

With each passing year, I find it harder to keep up with new release films, as well as the growing queue of ones on my “To See” list. On the other hand, it feels like quality films are sequestered till the end of the year (nothing against summer blockbusters, but with a few exceptions, many are forgotten by the time you get back to your car) and the growing appeal and abundance of quality television fostered by its broader canvas for in-depth storytelling and character development is another distraction.

But that brings me to one of my favorite things about the holiday season in Los Angeles. The last six weeks or so of the year is filled with many appealing options as films jockey for exposure ahead of the awards season. And I have a great deal of appreciation and gratitude (and a bit of jealousy) for the many artists and others who have the passion to make these visions come to life for us to enjoy.

All the best for a wonderful 2018 and hope that you get a chance to see some of the films below that moved me in some way, sometimes filling me with emotion or awe, or provoking long-lasting thoughts, or just trigger the desire to re-experience and see it again. So, here they are, in no particular order.

Cheers, Ed

P.S.–I’ve gotten many requests to also review favorite meals of the year, so that might come in another post. :)

Indelible Coming of Age Tales

Call Me By Your Name — Northern Italy, summer, 1983. Having read the André Aciman novel, this was my most anticipated film of 2017. And it did not disappoint. This beautifully told and lushly shot coming of age romance features a remarkable and revelatory (and perhaps best of 2017) performance by newcomer Timothée Chalamet (also in Lady Bird), who achingly captures the universal yearning, passion, heartache, and torment of first love. Kudos also to Armie Hammer and director Luca Guadagnino. While many moments stand out, including the empathetic and compassionate speech by father Michael Stuhlberg (also in Shape of Water) that is the dream of every LGBT kid, it’s the minutes-long reactive close-up on Chalamet as the credits roll and song of yearning plays that devastatingly endures. My favorite of 2017.

Lady Bird — Sacramento, 2002. A semi-autobiographical coming of age in the suburbs tale featuring the humorous, turbulent, and affecting relationship between mother and daughter by Greta Gerwig in her directorial debut. With a fabulous performance by Saoirse Ronan as the head-strong teen who calls herself Lady Bird, a terrific Laurie Metcalf as her mom, and HW alum Beanie Feldstein ’11 as her best friend, this is the rare comedy that is smart, witty, and endearing.

Compelling Period Piece True Stories

Dunkirk — Dunkirk, France, 1940. A visually and viscerally compelling piece of filmmaking about the miraculous evacuation of 300,000 British troops from the doomed beach at Dunkirk, masterfully crafted by director Christopher Nolan via three intertwined timeframes (a week on the beach, a day by sea, and an hour in the air) that intersect and fold back and ultimately, come together in the end.

The Post — Washington, DC, 1971. Spielberg + Streep + Hanks = a highly timely and relevant telling of the Washington Post’s saga to publish the Pentagon Papers. Resonant on so many levels with urgent themes of today—the need for a free press, the role of women in a man’s world, and a judicial branch independent from an overreaching executive branch—all told with briskly entertaining and thrilling pace.

All the Money In The World — UK/Italy, 1973. I’ll admit that I was initially attracted to this pic to see how director Ridley Scott erased Kevin Spacey and recast Christopher Plummer in the role of billionaire J. Paul Getty and reshot major portions of his film six weeks before its release date. Hats off to him for pulling off a very engaging thriller depicting the notorious kidnapping of Getty’s grandson. Michelle Williams is spot-on as the mother who goes toe-to-toe with her infamously frugal father-in-law who refuses to pay ransom for her child.

Dark Master Works By An Irish Playwright and a Black Comedian

Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri — Ebbing, MO, present day. Loved this very dark dramedy whose story emanates from a tragic event in a small town. There’s plenty of levity and wonderfully drawn characters via Martin McDonagh’s clever screenplay that mixes revenge, redemption, and moral ambiguity, featuring a trio of tremendous performances by raging mother of deceased raped daughter Frances McDormand, small town police chief and target of McDormand’s ire Woody Harrelson, and racist, violent, alcoholic mama’s boy police officer Sam Rockwell.

Get Out — Suburban countryside, present day America. A creepy, twisted, funny, scary, and subversive version of “Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner” crossed with a little bit of “Invasion of the Body Snatchers” for the post-Obama era. A brilliant, provocative, and unnerving nexus of sophisticated horror, comedy, and extremely biting social satire by Jordan Peele in his directorial debut.

Strange and Untraditional Love Stories

Phantom Thread —London, circa 1950s. I love Paul Thomas Anderson, and he’s made one strange but riveting movie here. A gorgeous Jonny Greenwood score swings from elegantly jazzy to intensely haunting, setting the mood for this darkly humorous film featuring hard to describe relationships (I hesitate to call it a love story) between an obsessively demanding and fastidious fashion designer (Daniel Day-Lewis supposedly in his last film role), his muse, and his ever-lurking sister/business partner and their respective emotional/psychological (and ultimately perverse) gamesmanship. And one may not listen to water-pouring or toast-buttering, or mushroom omelet eating in the same way again.

The Shape of Water — Baltimore, circa 1962. Mix in a large dose of Cold War thriller and Creature from the Black Lagoon, plus a little Busby Berkeley, and you either get a political allegory (marginalized “others” whether mute, black, gay, or non-human vs. the Man) or romantic fairy tale. Leave it to Guillermo del Toro to bring us the more “romantic” one in this strange love stories category, an oddly beautiful and enchanting interspecies romance between two mute and isolated beings, one a cleaning woman (a wonderful Sally Hawkins) and the other a Creature From the Black Lagoon-inspired merman kept in a top secret government facility. Arguably, the “monster” in this story is the intensely sadistic government agent played with gusto by Michael Shannon.

Bizarre Truth Is Stranger Than Fiction Tales

I, Tonya — Portland, OR, 1994. A stellar Margot Robbie plays the hard scrabble, trailer-trash, and ultimately disgraced Olympic figure skater Tonya Harding in this unbelievably crazy but true story of her life leading up to the infamous incident before the 1994 Winter Olympics. Told in zippy mockumentary style that is fun to watch, Allison Janney as her zany, abusive mother leads a supporting cast of inept characters involved in Tonya’s dysfunctional life. Directed by Craig Gillispie who also directed the offbeat gem, Lars and the Real Girl.

The Disaster Artist — Hollywood, 2003. Another bizarre, but true real life story about the enigmatic writer/director Tommy Wiseau who made one of the most absurdly bad films ever that eventually turned into a cult classic (The Room). Humorously portrayed by James Franco, who also directed this offbeat but unexpectedly poignant movie about making a movie, though it’s ultimately more about the importance of friendship, having dreams, and America’s fascination with celebrity and movies. (And the side-by-side comparison of scenes from the actual The Room and recreations in Franco’s film are hysterical.)

Docs About Felines and Cheating Russians

Kedi — Yes, this a documentary about cats, but it’s not just about cats. Rather it’s a meditative and heartwarming look at the community of felines that inhabit the streets of Istanbul, delving into their centuries-long symbiotic relationship with humans in the old city. The city is teeming with cats that are neither feral or domestic, each with different personalities and lives they share with the people they adopt. And therein lies the heart of this film, as the locals share their bonds and therapeutic experiences with these complex creatures, ranging from the mundane to the profound.

Icarus – Putin + mysterious deaths + performance-enhancing drug conspiracy = A fascinating and crazy documentary that plays like a spy thriller. It starts out as an odd personal experiment by the filmmaker/amateur cyclist mimicking Lance Armstrong’s doping regimen, but through sheer dumb luck and serendipity, he develops a friendship with Gregory Rodchenkov, the affable, eccentric, and charismatic camera-loving head of Russia’s Anti-Doping Lab…and, as it turns out, the country’s mastermind behind its decades-long state-sponsored doping program. It then becomes a terrifying race to uncover the world’s biggest sports conspiracy, implicating everybody including the Russian president (resulting in the NY Times exposé) while trying to save whistle-blower Rodchenkov’s life from the clutches of Putin.

Docs about Life and Death

Obit. —While it may sound morbid, this behind-the-scenes look at the NY Times’ obituary staff writers is enlightening and fascinating, and in fact, quite lively (even its peek into the “morgue,” the paper’s clipping archive). Beyond celebrities and notables, who makes the editorial cut in the pages of the NY Times obit section? And how does one get appropriately celebrated in death, warts and all. Now you can find out.

Chasing Coral – A wake-up call to the accelerating world-wide death of entire coral reef ecosystems by “coral bleaching.” This remarkably emotional doc follows a team of biologists, including a self-proclaimed “coral nerd” in a race against time to document this die-off with powerful visual evidence, and the result is an inspirational eco drama that moves you to act before it’s too late.

Others Worth Mentioning

Baby Driver (the soundtrack and editing alone are worth the thrilling 112 minutes of this stylish heist story about a young getaway driver); It (I don’t generally like horror films, but this retelling of Stephen King’s classic was one of the most engaging and well told of its genre); Star Wars: The Last Jedi (my favorite of the series); Loving Vincent (every frame of the film was hand-painted in the style of Van Gogh); Mudbound; Spider-Man: Homecoming (loved Tom Holland as the new Peter Parker); Beach Rats; The Big Sick; War for the Planet of the Apes;The Only Living Boy in New York; Wonder Woman; Spielberg; Battle of the Sexes; Stronger

In the Queue

Coco, Darkest Hour, Detroit, Film Stars Don’t Die In Liverpool, Downsizing, Molly’s Game, Florida Project, Victoria and Abdul.

Binge-Worthy Television

13 Reasons Why, Stranger Things 2, The OA, Mindhunter, Big Little Lies, Grace and Frankie

Trailers

All the Money in the World: https://youtu.be/KXHrCBkIxQQ

Call Me By Your Name: https://youtu.be/Z9AYPxH5NTM

Chasing Coral: https://youtu.be/b6fHA9R2cKI

The Disaster Artist: https://youtu.be/cMKX2tE5Luk

Dunkirk: https://youtu.be/F-eMt3SrfFU

Get Out: https://youtu.be/sRfnevzM9kQ

I, Tonya: https://youtu.be/OXZQ5DfSAAc

Icarus: https://youtu.be/qXoRdSTrR-4

Kedi: https://youtu.be/w9fwhVx9zR0

Lady Bird: https://youtu.be/cNi_HC839Wo

Obit.: https://youtu.be/BgpMNerK9cU

Phantom Thread: https://youtu.be/xNsiQMeSvMk

The Post: https://youtu.be/nrXlY6gzTTM

The Shape of Water: https://youtu.be/XFYWazblaUA

Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri: https://youtu.be/Jit3YhGx5pU

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