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ubashaaa-archived · 1 year
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i love this gif its like hes really here listening to the music with me
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mochiwrites · 1 month
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Mochi, I found a song that I think screams sb blood Scar, Can't go back by crane wives, I shall explain why.
The song starts by saying, "It's time to learn to be more forgiving of yourself and your sins." LIKE PERFECT LINE FOR SCAR?!?! (And with the latest chapter of Sb blood Scar asking himself, "Can a monster be good," cheifs kiss)
"And all the mistakes you made you've got to try to take the lessons away from them and leave the rest behind" This is more to add with the first line of the song, Scar has to forgive himself and learn to be at peace for what he did to rebuild his and mumbos friendship.
"Uh, regret, put it out, put it out of your mind" this is how Scar felt before he told the truth to Mumbo/Grian about what he's done all of that regret slowly building up as time went on.
"All the self-loathing I'm the world won't change a thing" This I Think, perfectly describes how Scars self hatred towards himself (Scar has a lot of it in many different forms) dosent allow him to see a better version of himself.
"Cause you can't go back, darling." After Scar left that note in Mumbos many, many, many years ago, he couldn't bare ever going backing, facing Mumbo.
The time has come for moving on, You can't be trying to dig up what you already buried. You got to carry on, carry on. Carry on. " This lyric right here. omg how does this not scream how Scar felt after leaving Mumbo behind ⁉️⁉️
It's not fair fair, its not fair it's not fair (When have you ever known the world to be a fair place?) THIS THIS RIGHT HERE PERFECT EXAMPLE OF THIS SONG SCREAMING SB BLOOD SCAR‼️‼️ this lyric would be a sumped up version of When Scar dropped Scotts contract and Scott threatened Tubbo (if you are wondering Scar is bolded and scotts isnt)
"It's not fair (All the things end and all things change) It's not fair, (You'll look back and laugh some day) it's not fair (Or atleast you'll learn to be okay) I see this as current Scars emotion and future Scars emotion and how much they have both grown and changed as a fae
"Cause you cant go back darling, the time has come for moving on" This is current Scar knowing how much he messed up with Mumbo and Grian to the point he knows there relationship will never be the same
"You can't be trying to dig up what you already buried, you got to carry on, carry on. Carry on." Scar needs to prove he has changed for the better and fix the hole he made not dig it up even deeper.
"It's time to learn to be more forgiving of yourself" This lyric I think is one of the key examples that this song is sb Scar because he really does need to be more forgiving of himself because if he needs to forgive himself before others can forgive him as well.
(I love crane wives music sm and it played while reading thr latest chapter and I was like woah sb Scar fr fr)
OHOHO 👀👀👀
I will have to look at the song but it def gives sb!scar vibes for sure :3c
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cinematicquack · 1 year
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Seminar 2 - Film Notes
Here are my notes for this week’s films. 
how all departments can contribute to world-building and overall mise-en-scene. 
the effectiveness of each department's contribution.
how well the narrative is communicated within the short form.
how well the time is used and whether the stories sustain for the duration of the film in films over 10 mins.
characters' point of view and character relations - how pre-conceived expectations and judgements can be manipulated by film-makers to inform the narrative direction and audience experience.
Submarine 
(20:50)
https://vimeo.com/233685439
Interesting cuts where people change sides, breaking rules of 180 and blocking.
Worldbuilding - feels apocalyptic, gives good sense of this through character dialogue. Lots fo setup from the character reactions. 
Many of us didnt know this was a true event
We didnt really get the story
Confused by time jumps in bar (wasnt actual time jumps but felt like it was)
Missing contexts due to not lviivng in lebanon during time
Is her only intent being passive rebellion? We have a character who is so passive to their surroundings, only real worry is their window and getting laid. So the idea that this person was so hardcore protesteor who got their bones broken. Interesting character who used to be a protestor and is now passive. >> someone who has given up and doesnt give a shit anymore - romanticised passivenes?? 
We feels you could easily half the film in terms of story, but we loved sitting with the look with the film. 
Romancised that there was a whole world here, and now we’re seeing the shit end of it. And the two romantic characters had something and now it is gone - everyone is evacuating.
Is the narrative their interpersonal conflict, is it her protestor past, is it the broader idea of infrastructure collapse.                                                       
Good consistent tone through visuals. Great production design for the world. Intimate shots, then once everyone leave change to wide shots. 
Feels very slice of life, realistic, despite how heightened the situation is. 
Romance didnt benefit the film, but loved their chemistry. 
Listen 
(12:54)
https://vimeo.com/196593911
Trigger warning – ‘Listen’ deals with themes of domestic abuse, violence and racism
Hail Mary Country 
(18:36)
https://vimeo.com/286448015
Felt like an amazing version of an aunty donna sketch
>> would love to see a feature of this
Felt really short, quick paced. Tension was drawn out. Setup was crazy and slightly messy
Performances were amazing
Resolution was a bit satisfying 
The fact they hang dong, repectfully. It takes thr apects of sexiness, and uses them for not sexy things. Reversal of gender roles. Usual guy characters have become women. 
Colour grade was sickly. Popped in certain moments. 
>> costume and character design works well in sets. Look at any person in family and be able to immediately get personality. Gives sense of heightened reality. 
Toned down slightly (colour grade) gives homely americana, sitcom vibes. 
The Shining Star of Losers Everywhere
(18:38)
https://vimeo.com/176459945
Documentary format
Interesting animation styles to show story 
Good pace fo storytelling
Music kept engaged
Use of colours!! Very clear art direction
Never left location
Animation played part in pacing, instead of showing actual horse racing - to be able to distinguish a single horse, and focus, gave sense of character. 
>> doesnt show grim side of horse racing. 
Good message about not having to win. 
Skeleton Heart
(3:16)
https://vimeo.com/319704456
Also by Submarine director Mounia Akl, that I thought might be of interest for a couple of the more experimental ideas
Sound design didnt add much
Didnt understand the story - no skeletons 
Worlds biggest ringlight
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fairytalepsuedonym · 2 years
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"home" knightrook song analysis. [Wonderland]
Anylyzing this musical from a knihtrook lense is going to take loner since im listening to the music in more depth.
This and abr could be like seprate kr mudicals or it vould be a mjc and match buffet. Im not actually directing anything so i think im good to either incolde other points from my abh analysis or leave them dependend on if i think theyll add to my point and all.
Music notes: the first verse and the rest of the song have a fairly subtle change in the piano part. At first its 3 notes in sucesseion and then its one note one note and then a chord.(or on note chord chord i cant quite tell.) Im seeing it represnting change/loss? This whole song is very minimally indtrumentated in conaprison to msny of the other songs. There IS percussion and all but its mostly things like windchimes and other very quiete pieces of a drumset. Or even maybe just a cymbal? Its very minimal. And the moeldy isnt doing anything too wild. The vocals are simplistic. Theres no trills or holding out the note so damn long youre wondering how to actress didnt feint. Its got almost a airy qulaity to the vocals. Which i can see being a longing tone.
"Home is not a place
An adress you memorize" home isnt just where you live
"its mlre than seven floghts of stairs tonapartment 8A" in this play they repeatedly use the apartment number in lyrics so...ill need to decide how i want to use this. But its saying the tower was made a home by sonething other than it being where she lived.
"its where yiu'll neber feel lonely whenever you're alone" she never felt too alone when she knew herpapa was close by/on his way home
"Thats how you know you are home" same point as the above lines so heres a good as place as any to discuss the blocking.(my new pet fascniation it seems.) I know whwt id do for a movie/screenplay of having alice and wish!hook together kinda intersepreed the samw way as thry did with the duel in knightfall. But since stageplays have constraints of you know reality: this will habe to be a linear song. Them plsying (dancing) together in the tower and then hes just gone. And sonhow soneaay that reason would need to be communicsted to the audience and imnreally not sure HOW yet?
"how i wish that we could feel that
Somehow right now" alice longinf gor her papa. Sitting on the windowsill in her tower. That set piece isbgetting a hell of a lot of use so im sure deoending on bduget of the playhouse they could fighre somthingnout thatd work for this. Looking out the window where theres shadows behind a sheet mimicing thr same choreogrpahy we JUST saw from wish hook and alice. Thered have to be a different actress for this part of shadow alice and probabky for ease of it wish!hook may need a shadow actor as well. Actually i love that concept. Somehow incoporating throughout the ENTIRE play a shaow wish!hook and a shadow alice. It being inenetd as a reoresentation of a haunting of a decision you made tgst yiu just cant fix. Wisb!hook vonstsntly bring hsubted by his guukt and alie being haubted by his memory and the effects of his one bad decision on her?
"home is like a smile you see in a photograph
"no matter what you do its not supposed to change" no mstter what he did mistske or not he wasnt supposed to be gone long. And now hes gone REALLLLY long. Maybe a way to communiste the duel to the audience could be the shadow hook and shadow ahab(he only gets it for this scene. Alice and wish hooknwoukd be the only ones with cinsistent shadow actors appesring thrkughout the play) habe thwir duel behind the screen. Kinda no sure hoe to make it work timeline eise in this thing but thwt can wok i think. If hes posioned in the first act RIGHT before intermisson itd be pretty powerful. Thered need ro be other thing tonswt up the tower and such. Before this point obviously.
"why cant we all be togetwhr the way we used to be" she just wants her papa back
"back on the ground no mlre racing around here safe and sound" she hopes hes okay. from the top of thr tower as rhe cutrains start to close alice is sitting down on her bed, wish!hook lying at what is reoesiting the outside o the tower. And we have nobjdea if hes okay or not.
Then act 2 can open with githel taunting alice and explqining the poisoned heart.
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kidney9-9 · 3 years
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Time Trap (Peter Parker)
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Happy Halloween! I hope you’re all enjoying today! This is a witch!Peter Parker smut oneshot, and I wanted to add a note before you read it. The magic described in this is similar to movie magic, and a lot of the terms I use are just words that you’d hear in fantasy/magic movies or shows like the Harry Potter series, Hocus Pocus and etc. Peter Parker and Reader are of legal age in all my stories, please read the warnings before you read. This oneshot is set after Endgame, everyone is still alive and well. 
Masterlist is linked in my profile, as well as the google form to join my taglist. You can either fill out the form or send in an ask. Tags are in the reblog, and requests are opened. 
witch!Peter Parker x non-magic!Reader (Smut with plot) (Strangers-to-Lovers) Warnings: Descriptions of magic, fire, ashes, entities, curses, swearing, smut, sub!Peter, dom!Reader, oral recieving (male), magic blindfold, pet names/nicknames, floating sex, table sex, unprotected sex, teasing/edging and aftercare Word Count: 6.5k
You adjusted your jacket as you glanced into the mirror momentarily. There was a company party tonight in a new restaurant, and you were hoping to somehow get good news about whether you’d be promoted soon.
You had on a black dress to celebrate the night of Halloween, and you had some heels on as well, just a regular old pair you use for work. You really didn’t want to go; you’d rather want to stay at home and binge scary movies with a bucket of candy by your side.
You stepped out the door, locking it and tossing it into your purse before you glanced down to your phone, noticing the time. You were a bit early, but you wanted to make sure you were on time in case you hit traffic. The restaurant was farther away than you thought it would be. It was almost in the middle of nowhere, past a few warn down streets about thirty minutes away.
You got into the car, glancing into the mirror as you fixed your hair. You started the car, and buckled in, turning the music on to your favorite station. You nodded along to it, smiling slightly as you past by some of your favorite shops, realizing you needed to get some Chapstick soon. You didn’t have any time to stop though, and instead continued to drive, getting closer to the restaurant.
It was almost twenty minutes later when you get there, and you felt as though it was only a few seconds because of your music. You got out the car with a sigh, quickly grabbing onto the paperwork from the other seat, and pushed it into your bag.
You weren’t sure if you were going to be talking business tonight or not, but you needed to be prepared. There was a dull sound of music coming from the restaurant and you groaned, not wanting to deal with it.
Before you walked in, you glanced down the alley curiously, realizing you had a lot more time than you thought. When you saw a glowing yellow light appear down the alley, you furrowed your eyebrows, wanting to see what was there.
Now, if you had common sense, you wouldn’t go down an alley, but you shrugged off all the warning sirens going off in your head. The light had brightened considerably, causing you to squint your eyes together and pause, looking behind you. The alley was empty all around, just a few trashcans and some old junk on the floor.
You felt an odd sense of comfort as you walked closer, and when you realized the lights were cute fairy lights hung around a wall, you let out an amazed laugh. They were adorable butterflies, and you swore they were real. The string around them was glimmering as well, and you giggled when a butterfly spotted you.
You hesitantly put your hand near the butterflies, feeling shocked as one landed on your arm. That’s when you noticed the door behind all the butterflies, and you let out a gasp as one of the butterflies walked up your arm slowly.
It was magic, you just realized.
It’s been a while since you last saw magic around here. The city you lived in had grown away from its magical roots, instead opting for an advanced humanistic way of life. You were born without magic, but you always found it incredible. There were magic lessons at school, but you only got to take the history of magic since you couldn’t preform anything. None of your family was able to do magic. And you only had one friend who could, but it was a hard task to even cast a spell. Unfortunately, you hadn’t seen as much magic as you’d like here but you had a special feeling about behind the door, with the butterflies.
The wall was covered in greenery as well, potted plants were on the floor and as you knocked on the door, it opened slightly. You realized it was a shop as you glanced up, seeing the bell ring as you walked in. Plants were strung up on the ceiling, vines hanging down above you in various beautiful colors. You awed up at them, twirling around in a slow circle as you stared up at the luscious plants, furrowing your eyebrows as you saw some that you didn’t recognize.
Your attention went down to the bookshelves, to the side of the room when you noticed they also towered up to the ceiling. You gasped in wonder at the variety of books, seeing some with marks or languages you’ve never saw before. You walked towards it slowly, still taking in the shop, and reached out for one of the books. You slid one out, noticing the dust on it, and scrunching your nose up in disgust from it. You quickly blew the dust off, coughing when you breathed some in.
The label was something you couldn’t tell, it was in another language, almost resembling ancient runes. As you slowly opened the book, you flinched, glancing up when you heard a shout. “Hey!” He yelped out, and your eyes bulged back to the guy.
Fuck, he was… attractive. Way more attractive than most of the guys you’ve seen here. You felt yourself freeze as you stared back at him, suddenly self-aware that you probably shouldn’t have been here, even though it was a shop.
“…Hi.” You replied after a pause, before glancing down to the book as you felt it burn up in your hands. If you weren’t already shocked, you felt insane, dropping the book instantly as it flew into flames, almost catching your skin.
Regret and guilt pummeled into you, as you and the guy watched the book burn up onto the floor. The flames were bright blue, and only in a specific area and you gasped as ashes flew up back into your hands. Shit. If you learned anything in those history of magic classes, it was that anything that’s even close to that, it’s powerful.
What you just caused was a disaster.
“I- who the heck are you? What book did you just touch? How’d you get here?” Peter rambled out as he rushed across the store frantically. Your shoulders lifted slightly in shock as you gazed down into your hands, watching as the ashes swirled magically in circles over your palms.
“Me?” You paused, pushing out. “Nobody- yeah, no one I think, um.” You stopped again, shaking your head as he stood close to you, furrowing his eyebrows in anger as he realized what book you touched.
“Do you know what you did…?” Peter questioned, voice trailing off in fear as he wondered how in the world, he was going to fix such a thing. You shook your head back at him anxiously, feeling the ashes trail upwards, following your veins on your arms.
“Please help- what is this thing?” You whimpered out as it spread upwards, crossing your elbows. You couldn’t even more your arms anymore, the ashes paralyzed them as it moved towards your head slowly. He sighed, wiping his head as he thought of what he should do.
“How come you don’t know what this is? You just cursed yourself and- and the rest of the area!” Peter scolded you, stuttering as he kneeled, trying to find if there was any more ash on the floor. It seemed to have all drifted to you, floating around you and on you.
You felt your nose wrinkle back at the guy, “I don’t know what this is! What do you mean I cursed myself and the area? What do you mean by area?” Your voice raised as the ashes drifted up to your shoulders.
In an instant, Peter smacked both of your hands, getting you out of your paralyzed state, and causing the ash to fall back onto the ground. He shook his head as he sighed again, “You just released an entity that stops time. That entity is clinging onto you, but it can’t stop the time in here because of the protection spells I put up. But, outside, everything is paused because of you now.” His explanation made you tilt your head and feel dizzy.
You denied it instantly, “You’re just messing with me! It’s just- it’s a stupid gravitational trick you use, isn’t it? Aren’t those illegal now?” Your mind spun as you tried understanding what just happened as Peter rolled his eyes back to you.
“No, it’s not. And by area, I mean everything within the city limits. Protection ruins are surrounding in the city limits, there’s no way it could get past them.” He described, raising his eyebrows as he wondered how long he would be stuck here for. He couldn’t go outside, because the curse would affect him instantly.
“Why aren’t there ruins in here then? How did we not get affected?” You asked, taking a step back as the dizziness doubled. You leaned up against the bookshelf causing him to flinch and tug you back. His hands surprised you from the warmth as he pushed you against the wall to lean on instead. He walked back to the bookshelf, shuddering as he tried looking for something to solve this.
“Ruins within a city’s limits will cause disruptions. Protection spells aren’t very effective unfortunately. A curse will bump around to somewhere a place isn’t bounded with a protection spell that’s made for the curse.” Peter explained, closing his eyes in irritation.
“And because magic isn’t as… well known here anymore, protection spells for such a specific curse isn’t seen here- except for my shop because I was holding the curse.” He finished up. You let a noise of surprise, turning your head back around to the door.
“Can’t we just open the door then? To let the protection spell, go throughout the city?” You whispered, already knowing the answer. It wasn’t possible. Protection spells didn’t have such a wide area of protection, instead just in a room that it’s placed in, or on the person.
Silence poured between the two of you for moments after that. You didn’t know what to think of, but everything was spilling into your mind, ranging from boring moments in a morning, to just before you walked in here. You stopped though, once the guy spoke up again, “I’m Peter Parker, by the way.”
You nodded back to his introduction but couldn’t find yourself to smile, “I’m Y/n… I’m not a witch.” You shrugged back, causing him to let out an unamused chuckle.
“Yeah, I know. Don’t see you at the weekly secret witch club.” He responded, making your eyes widen, “There’s a secret witch club?!” You asked, dropping your jaw in shock but then you pouted, realizing he was joking. If there was a club, it wouldn’t be secret.
Peter let out a laugh back to you, trying to stay on the more positive side of this. It wouldn’t be good to be stuck in here with someone you didn’t like, and he had a feeling it would be awhile before either of you would be able to leave. If only he had a portal to Tony’s home, it would’ve been solved already.
He had no idea if he had the ingredients to even make such a powerful spell to break the curse and drag the entity back into a hold. It didn’t matter if it was a book, or a toy, it just had to be something that was strong enough to keep it in there. When you opened the book, it instantly broke the spell, which Doctor Strange had given him as a lesson.
“Be safe with it. I don’t want to hear you froze time. If you keep it closed until I come back, you’ve learned your lesson.” That were his exact words to Peter, which Peter didn’t exactly fail- but you were the one to open the book. The blame would still be put on Peter though, for not being out in the shop at all times, and for having such a book in a public bookshelf.
It was fair for him to think it was safe to put it there since not many people come here. And those who do, know exactly what that book can hold. It was odd that you found your way into the shop. You were the only one that wasn’t a witch that’s come through the door.
“Do you want some coffee? Or a sandwich?” Peter asked, pushing himself out of his thoughts as you cleared your throat. You bit your lip before opening your mouth to answer him.
“…How long are we going to be here for? A few hours?” Your questions made Peter’s eyebrows raise. He huffed out a short breath, as he walked closer to you.
“Weeks, at least.” His whisper made you shiver in terror at the sheer amount of time. How would people from outside the city limits even be in contact then? You gulped, realizing the protection ruins on every city was essentially a protection for those outside the city- and a trap for those in it.
“What the fuck!” You spilled out, jumping slightly. Peter nodded solemnly, before he walked towards the back of the store, where you first saw him. You nervously fiddled with your hands before you followed him, “So that sandwich you were talking about?” You called out, knowing you needed to get a handle of the place, and figure Peter out if you’d stay here for so long.
The guilt hit you as you chewed on the sandwich Peter magically made. That was one concern out of the way, that he could conjure food and water out of nowhere while the two of you were stuck in here. You didn’t even know how to trap the entity and start time again, but Peter explained it to you while you were eating. You kept thinking about if you didn’t decide to go down the alley, you would be hearing from your boss if you would be promoted soon.
The next few days were a blur, and you tried to avoid Peter like the plague, even though you really did enjoy his company. You felt too embarrassed that this mess was all caused by you, and you could remember how angry he was when that happened. You didn’t want to upset him even more. He let you use his bedroom in the meantime, as he started studying and trying to fix it. He even let you wear his clothes, which you were very thankful for. They were really comfortable on you.
You didn’t know where he slept but you hoped there was a comfortable spot for him. You were practically a ball of guilt and regret that you stole his room, basically invaded all his things. There wasn’t a room that you haven’t wandered into here, and his room was your favorite part of it all. It was beautiful, floating candles would drift around you as you laid in the bed, instantly relaxing you even more into a deep sleep. There was dull light from the sunset steeping in from the tall windows above you, but you noticed because of the glamour Peter casted before, all of this was disguised in the alley.
The main colors of his store and the room were red and gold, but greenery stuck out, and plants were almost everywhere in the back. It was interesting to see absolutely everything, and you realized how much fun it would be if you were a witch.
And Peter himself… you were amazed by his beauty every day you saw him. His hair was a dark golden brown and his curls- you found yourself wanting to reach out to run your fingers through them a lot. His smile was kind and adorable, but you didn’t see it often because you tried to avoid him most days. Sometimes you tried to prep yourself up, to apologize but it was so difficult. You had no idea what kind of life he lived other than the fact he was a witch, and you wanted to know more, but you didn’t want to push him.
Today you wanted to try out with small talk with him, or just some simple questions like “How are you?”, that would be easy to ask. You didn’t know if going even further would be the greatest idea, but you’d see after this conversation.
“Hey Peter.” You greeted nervously, leaning against the doorway into the dinning area. He hummed back momentarily, distracted by the book he was reading before jumping in his seat, realizing you were there. He grinned to you slightly, and you smiled back, trying to stay positive. His outfit today made you gulp, finding it more than just attractive.
“Uh, hi, how are you?” He questioned, biting the tip of the pencil he was holding onto. You pouted slightly, hearing the question you wanted to ask him first.
“I’m okay, but,” You paused, quickly rambling out, “I’m really sorry about what I did, it wasn’t right for me to do that, and I want to- you’re just a kind person and I’m sorry this happened. I shouldn’t have come in, and now,” You stopped mid-sentence, eyes widening as you saw a rose dip down from one of the ceiling plants and opening up in front of your face.
“Woah…” You trailed off, not seeing how Peter stood up, smiling brightly at the scene. He chuckled as you reached out and touched the beautiful rose, watching it change colors at your touch.
“Do you like it?” Peter asked, enjoying your reaction. 
Your eyes momentarily went to his, nodding excitedly, “How is this even possible? I thought plant magic was hard to learn…” You spoke up, bringing the rose down to your nose to sniff it. You tried not to tug on the stem so much, in fear it would hurt the plant.
“I had a mentor back in high school actually. He taught me everything I know.” Peter responded, voice dipping down slightly as he was reminded of Tony. He tried calling or reaching out to him so many times within the past few days, but he got no response. He had a feeling that he was out on a mission, but he wasn’t so sure.
“Mentor?” You replied after a few seconds, gazing back to him. Your attention was fully on him now and he blushed, seeing a few more flowers had dropped closer to your figure, behind you. It had been awhile since he’s stayed with someone for this long, but he still wasn’t used to you being here. You were now just speaking to him, and he was excited.
“I- yeah, Tony Stark, maybe you’ve heard of him?” At the mention of Tony Stark, your jaw dropped. Tony Stark aka Iron Man? A witch? He was one of the people that supported the growth of humanity without the use of magic. You were surprised at the thought.
Peter chuckled at your reaction, “Yeah, he taught me everything when I lived in Queens.” Your eyebrows furrowed at Queens, quickly connecting the pieces together of Spiderman sightings. It was quite a shock to you and so many others when Spiderman stopped crime fighting in Queens, and started here instead, and now you knew who he was…
Hold the phone – you were speaking to Spiderman right now, who’s a witch.
“Peter! You’re Spiderman? Wait that makes no sense, why did you even come here?” You rambled out, stepping closer to him curiously. He nodded back to you, shrugging internally about the fact you found out. Sure, it was supposed to be a secret, but he barely worked as Spiderman now anyways. He had trouble after the last war from almost losing everyone and took a seat back on the whole Spiderman act. Instead, he focused more on witchcraft, and eventually opened shop here.  
“Yeah, uh, you know just wanted to catch a break,” He tried to shrug it off, but you let out a surprised laugh, smiling widely.
“That’s insane! Are there any other things I should know about?” You asked, quickly forgetting your shyness and worry about pushing his boundaries. Peter was happy to see you opening more to him through this conversation.
You stepped closer when you noticed a flower had landed behind his ear, and you giggled at it. Peter’s eyes widened momentarily, feeling your hand reach forward and gentle brush past his ear, and blushed harshly. You didn’t notice, instead you brought the flower up to him, watching as the bud opened together.
“It’s so beautiful…” You murmured, trailing off and away from your excitement from before. Peter smiled as he gazed at you, “Yes, very.” You glanced back up to him, face softening as he smiled even more.
“There is actually something you should know. If all goes well, the spell should break within the next two weeks. I need to prepare the things for it.” He spoke up, instantly leaning away from you as he felt his face heat up even more.
You were so very beautiful, and he reacted like that just by one conversation with you. He couldn’t believe it, and he hoped you didn’t notice his embarrassment.
You nodded back to him, glancing back up with a smile. “Does this happen often? On a less dramatic scale?” The question made him laugh out of surprise, shaking his head.
“I think this is one of the most dramatic things that have happened… do you walk in alleys often?” Peter joked back to you, making you groan and shake your head. You were thankful you could talk to him right now.
“Mm, only if there’s pretty boys there,” You instantly replied, before clasping over your mouth. Shit, you really didn’t mean to say that. You groaned, closing your eyes and sat in the chair as Peter gazed back to you with a shocked expression.
“You think I’m pretty?” He whispered after a moment, turning a light pink as he turned away from you, trying to get the color out of his face. He walked back to the other chair, across from you, glancing away as you peeked back at him slowly.
“Are- are you blushing right now?” You giggled back, trying to recover from your slip up. Peter’s eyes widened as he denied it, sliding the book back towards him, “No! That’s just the lighting, you know.” His shirt was causing the blush to look even brighter than it was as well, making you smile more.
You giggled even more as he pushed the book into his face, finding it cute that the both of you were embarrassed. “Do you always blush when people call you pretty?” You mumbled after a moment of silence. Peter dropped the book as he gazed back at you, turning even a darker color.
He grinned back at you, playing along with your game. “Only when a pretty girl tells me.” He used your words against you. You laughed out of surprise, shaking your head and leaned your face into your hand after you propped your arm against the table.
You were much closer to him than before, as you leaned in, and his eyes widened slightly. “You think I’m pretty?” You used his words this time, murmuring them as you gazed back, letting your face soften from the laughter. Peter let a smile beam through, as he pulled his chair closer to the table.
“Of course, I do, you’re perfect.” He responded. You both knew what he said was a lie, he barely knew you, but you decided to fuck it anyway. You leaned in, closing the distance as your lips barely touched his.
He could feel only the fainted outline of your lips on his, causing a shiver to go through him. “May I kiss you?” You whispered slowly, glancing up to his eyes before gazing down to his lips again, close to fluttering your eyes shut. Peter didn’t bother responding, instead, opting to kiss you instead. His lips moved against yours in an instant, memorizing every feeling he got from your lips.
Your eyes shut as you moved your lips against his in a slow and passionate way, bringing your hand around his head to pull him closer. His tongue slipped out, licking across your bottom lip in a slow movement causing you to open your mouth. His tongue met yours as the kiss got sloppier, and your fingers curled into his hair, tugging and playing with it as the kiss deepened even more.
Peter’s hands frantically pushed away the book on the table, between the two of you as he pulled away from you. He breathed heavily, standing up as you gazed at him with lustful eyes. You stood up after him, as he walked around the table, tugging you close again. 
His kisses were rougher this time, and one arm moved under your shirt on your backside. You gasped at his hand, and pushed yourself closer into him, finding your position back into hair, and behind his neck. You slid up onto your tiptoes in amazement from his kissing, as he sloppily found his way down your neck.
His tongue swirled around your sweet spot on your neck, sucking it loudly and causing you to clench your eyes shut even more. You shifted your legs together as you felt a warm sensation spark down to your core. 
You took a risk and grinded against Peter, pushing him back against the table. Peter gasped against your neck, as you pushed him to sit on the table, sliding in between his legs and tugging his head up to kiss you again.
You grinned into the kiss when you heard him whimper as you hutted your hips against his. It was only after a few minutes of kissing you felt his boner poke against your core as you grinded again. You let out a sigh into the kiss, pulling away to breathe and you let out a slow chuckle at Peter’s puffy lips and dazed look on his face.
“You good there, babe?” You whispered, wanting to make sure he was still okay with this. You wanted consent before you did anything else, it was something important to you. 
Peter’s face was pinkish as he gazed back up to you, “Yeah, I- woah, yeah.” He mumbled back, dragging you back in for another kiss.
You giggled into the kiss, moving a hand down to his crotch, and smoothing your hand over it. You hummed as he gasped against your lips, eagerly kissing you even more now. You unzipped his pants after struggling with it for a few seconds, and pushed your hand underneath his boxers, instantly feeling the warmth of his skin. 
You let out a slight moan as you felt the size of his cock in his pants, and you gently pulled it out. His cock hit against his shirt, causing the both of you to break the kiss, to get his clothes off.
You and Peter laughed quietly in excitement as he tugged his shirt off and you slid his pants down, taking off his shoes as well. You made sure to slide your hands all over his skin, drifting your fingers close to his inner thighs, and smiling as you heard his breath hitch at your movement. You smiled, sliding your hands back up, but passing his aching cock to tease him a bit.
“Please…” Peter trailed off, choking a moan out. 
You grinned back to him, kissing up his neck as you whispered, “Please what? You got to tell me what you want like a good boy.” He nodded back to you, enchanted by your words as if you were the witch here instead of him.
He ate up every action of yours, answering your question, “I want you… to touch me, please.” He whispered, feeling slightly shy. You smiled to him, moving back to kiss his lips again and sighing in pleasure.
You wrapped a hand around his head, picking up loads of his precum and sliding a finger up and around teasingly. You then pushed your hand down, after you collected lots of precum to cover his thick cock. You pulled away from the sloppy and slow kiss and bent down slowly, “Is this okay, good boy? Do you want me to kiss you here?” You questioned, using a soft voice.
Peter’s head tilted back as he nodded and groaned out, “Yes please!” You grinned at his reaction, seeing the sweat trail down his abs. You used another hand to drift a few fingers into his skin, pushing in random shapes before you gave his cock a kitten lick.
“Oh, you’re doing so good and you’re so responsive, baby. I love it, I want to hear more. Tell me exactly what you want me to do.” You responded, moaning against his cock as you give him a long stripe from his base and back up to his head, before swirling your tongue again. You kissed the vein slightly, before you trailed back to the tip with your tongue again.
“I want you to do that- I want you to swa- swallow me please.” Peter cried out, stuttering in lustful desire just as you widened your mouth and pushed down. You went as slow as possible, moaning for exaggeration. Peter shuddered as he felt your moan vibrate through his cock, sending him days of pleasure.
“Please- fuck- you’re so amazing- oh my.” Peter rumbled out just as your eyes started to water from his cock hitting back against your throat. You moaned again, noticing his reaction and started to pump the rest of his cock that you couldn’t reach with your hands, drawing the spit out of your mouth.
As you gazed up to Peter, you could see shimmers drifting around him in gold and pink, and purple, you couldn’t tell how many colors there were, but it was wonderful. It painted against his expression, bubbling up even more as you etched him closer to his orgasm.
Just as he was about to burst through, you pulled your mouth and hands away, leaving him high and stranded. “I- shit, I was so close,” Peter cried out, gazing back at you. A laugh bubbled out of you and you shook your head, “I never said you could cum, baby.” You responded.
Peter shivered in excitement back as he felt pleasure course through his body even more with your words. He’s never experienced anything like this before, but this was the most he’s ever enjoyed himself during sex. It was incredible.
“Please come here,” He asked, softening his expression as he saw you sit up. Spit was all over your face, but he didn’t care as he pulled you in for another kiss. This one was more of a desperate kiss, passion seeking for more, he needed it. You couldn’t help but moan as his hands slipped under your shirt again, trying to find a way to take it off. He ripped it instead, and you gasped, giggling slightly.
He pulled back, “I want to make love to you, please I need you.” He paused, searching in your eyes. “Please, I’ll be your good boy.” He finished, and you gasped at his words. You unclipped the back of your bra, wiggling it off, tossing it onto the floor.
“Babe?” You asked gently, grinning as he gazed at you intently. “How do you feel about wearing a blindfold?” The question made his ears burn a dark red and he nodded as he let out a small whimper.
“Yeah, I’d like that a lot. Uh- wait, here.” He responded, glancing back across the room, and raising his hand up as if to summon something. You glanced over to the area he was pointing, and your eyes widened in surprise as you saw a ribbon drift in the air, your way. The ribbon was from one of the clustered tables in the corner of the room and you gasped as you felt the fabric, noticing how soft it was.
You don’t think you’ve ever felt anything softer and as you smiled back to Peter, he let out a chuckle. You leaned over him, tying the ribbon softly but securely over his eyes. You giggled as you held up three fingers in front of his face, “Mm, be a good boy and tell me how many fingers I’m holding up.” You whispered, tickling close to his ear.
He shivered again, randomly guessing, “Eight? I don’t know, I can’t see.” He explained, and instantly he felt your hands placed on his torso. You pushed him all the way back on the table, kissing his shoulder a few times before you pulled back and took the pants off your body, including the socks and shoes.
“I- oh my.” Peter stuttered, as he felt your bare legs climb up near his body. You smiled, before leaning down and licking at his neck again. “I wish I could see you, but I already like this idea a lot.” He admitted, as goosebumps raised on his body as he felt you push one leg over one side of his body.
He truly couldn’t see anything, so once you kissed his ear, he gasped. It was one of his most sensitive spots, instantly shivering and groaning as you nibbled down. “Ba-babe?” He let out, moaning as a hand went down to his inner thighs again.
“Yes, baby?” You answered, kissing his cheek a few times, passing his lips this time. “Is it, um how do you feel about floating?” He stuttered, almost unable to talk.
You let out a confused noise back to him, but instead of talking this time, he just went for it, feeling his body float up in the air, bringing yours as well. You gasped in wonder, eyes drifting all around you and back down to Peter. Your pussy throbbed even more in desire, making you ground down against his torso, and making Peter groan out loud, “Oh fuck!”
Your movements turned both you and him on even more as you pushed yourself off him completely, as you continued to float in the air. Your hands went back to his aching cock, twirling your finger around his tip.
“Am I making you feel good, baby?” You whispered making Peter to moan loudly. He tried reaching out for you but couldn’t find you, instead you giggled as you let go of him again, causing him to curse.
Just as he was about to say something, your lips captured his, swirling your tongue out as he cried against them, needing more. You smiled, “Are you ready?” You asked him slowly, pulling away from his lips, he could vaguely taste himself on you.
He nodded, reaching up for the blindfold and ripping it off before chuckling, “I couldn’t take that anymore, I need to see and feel you.” He explained. You nodded back to him, wrapping your legs around him before sliding down to his cock.
You aligned yourself with his cock, breath hitching as he slowly slid into you, stretching you out. Oh fuck, it was incredible, you moaned loudly as he bottomed out in you. “Peter- woah,” You sighed out, getting used to the stretch. Peter nodded along with you, not finding the words that can describe the wonders of this feeling.
“I can be in you all day, you’re incredible.” Peter rambled, sliding his hands behind your back, and pulling you closer to him again. You giggled as the two of you floated even higher in the air, as you lifted yourself up after you adjusted yourself.
You slammed down on his cock, choking out a moan as one of his hands went down to your clit, furiously rubbing and building you up even more. “You’re such a good boy.” You cried out, grinding down on his cock, and pushing yourself down to kiss his lips again.
Both of you shuddered and whimpered at the feeling as you started to go at a pace, with one of Peter’s hands guiding you as you pressed sloppy kisses into his lips. His fingers edged at your clit, circling over and over, rubbing fast as you gasped repeatedly, surprised and almost reaching your orgasm.
“I’m going to come soon,” Peter cried out, as your lips went down to his shoulder again, biting down. You spoke up, breathing out, “Yeah, same here.”
It was after a few more thrusts down on his cock when you felt your orgasm pour over you, and you instantly closed your eyes, opening your mouth in shock and pleasure. Your gasps and clenches around his cock made Peter turn over the edge as well, and he cried out, feeling your orgasm continue as his started.
His movements on your clit never stopped and he eagerly grabbed onto one of your breasts, pinching your nipple and causing even more pleasure to pore out of you as you came.
A few minutes later, you and Peter laid on each other, still floating up in the air. You felt a sense of peace that you hadn’t felt in a while, and you were happy that you came here, even with the mess you caused. Peter felt the same, he wouldn’t take back any of your actions because just being in this moment with you was beautiful.
As you both floated down, whispering sweet messages to each other as the dazes of the orgasms slowed down. You reached off Peter’s softened cock, carefully to make sure he didn’t get hurt as you stepped off the table. You leaned back over to him, wiping his hair out of his face before kissing his cheek.
You walked slowly to the bathroom, making sure to pee quickly and wash your hands. You picked up a few towels, one that was dry and one that was wet with warm water, and walked slowly back to Peter, holding back a groan as the achiness hurt your hips.
Peter’s eyes were lulled closed but once you came back, he shifted, gazing up at you. “That was… really astonishing.” He mumbled in a daze back to you, as you started to wipe his chest, cleaning off the sweat. You slowly cleaned around his softened cock, trying to avoid contact, knowing it could be sore for him.
“Astonishing?” You giggled back, teasing him for his word choice. It was cute though, making you lean down and kiss his lips softly. You leaned back as you started to pat the areas dry, cleaning him off sweetly and trying to take care of him.
His face softened even more as a glow surrounded the two of you, “Yeah, it was astonishing.” He whispered back, and you turned to gaze at him as he slowly sat up. He pulled you in for a deep and slow kiss, and you pulled back, resting your head against his.
“Maybe we could do that again? We’ve got all the time in the world.” You giggled, causing him to let out a laugh. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing your cheek again.
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gremedits · 4 years
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Nagito Komaeda! He’s a huge comfort character for me! <33
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ah yes, the boy™//this ask game
1. favorite thing : his entire CHARACTER man, i love how he's so morally grey, he really does think he's doing well to others by causing them despair and I'd be lying if this ideology didn't cheer me up a few times. 10/10 well written character of contradictions
2. least favorite thing : he's gay 😠😠 um jk, i don't know i just dislike his whole mentally about people being born with talent, i do somewhat like it since he's someone who hates talentless people yet fell in love with someone talentless. it adds to thr many contradictions in his character as a whole
3. favorite line : "i am truly in love with y- the hope that sleeps inside of you.." LISTEN IM SORRY BUT COMFORT SHIP GO BRR- also "leave, i cant stand looking at your face anymore" forever haunts my brain because ”stay.. i want to keep looking at you“ is such a sweet and romantic gesture hnnnggggkk
4. brOTP : platonic👏komanami. komaeda with his usual self deprecative remarks and chiaki with her 10/10 support and care for him. he probably never got to play many games as a kid so chiaki teaches him about the og's™
5. OTP : y'all already know,,, it's ᵏᵒᵐᵃʰⁱⁿᵃ· every single remark from "hey.. can you hear me?" to "lets set off." is just uuugghh peak ROMANCE. ever think about how they spent their FIRST AND LAST appearance in the franchise together?? i do. i do a lot.
6. nOTP : komaeda x girls... sorry girls this man likes ᵐᵉⁿ· also koma//miki,, cause of the first reason and also cause komaeda hated her in chapter 3, since she killed for despair instead of hope. man i thought gay ppl were supposed to stick together 😔
7. random headcanon : he likes salad.. n healthy fresh fruits, probably exotic ones too like dragonfruit and rambutan, those watery sweet foods.. on a more serious note i think hajime (being the ultimate everything) would find a way to cure komaeda, i mean this man is literal DEATH REPELLENT after avoiding death way too many times. cancer can't kill him, surely
8. unpopular opinion : uhhmmm idk man i opinions are him are p vanilla 😔
9. song i associate w them : cracks knuckles ohboy where do we start, have i mentioned im a whore for "I'm in love with my best friend but he doesn't like me back" dynamics??? yeah that seeps into my MUSIC aswell. today i present you heather by conan gray, hidden in the sand by tally hall, and best friend by rex orange county. hidden in the sand specifically is the most fitting imo, sand bc komahina met on the beach floor, the "band" is chiaki (i only ship hinanami when its for komahina angst 😌) he "bid adieu" since he liked chiaki more than komaeda, komaeda wanted to love too. a band to fall in love with maybe a pony? "you told me to buy a pony but all i wanted was you"
10. favorite picture :
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(komaeda w no jacket got me 😳) (komaeda with no brim)
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imgonnapanic · 3 years
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hi i just finished reading a couple of ur fics and i rlly like it! also if ur requests are open, i was wondering if i could get one..
my pronouns are they/them and im an isfp-t aquarius. i'm also 5'0 and filipino.
uh ig im pretty quiet but when it comes to my close friends or ppl i can be myself around im really chaotic. im also really passionite abt anime and will not be quiet abt it once i start talking, especically abt an anime's plot. i like gaming a lot and stay up a lot playing games, reading/writing, or listening to music. im also kinda sarcastic lol. ppl said that im warm and nice so idk if that counts. i say i dont care abt a lot of things but i really do care i just dont wanna show it. i also dont rlly like going outside unless it's for my own benefit or i'm actually willing to go outside. uhm i rlly like plushies, wearing skirts and sweaters + thigh highs, and eyeliner! oh and chokers + layered chain necklaces.
i dont remember if appearance was included in thr request form but i'll do it just incase. i have short (like a little below my earlobe) split dyed pink and black hair. uh my hair is really curly or wavy and i like messing it up a little to add an effect or smth. i have dark brown eyes and i wear glasses. i have a couple pimple scars and eyebags tho ://
++ notes: im also pansexual, i rlly like bunny plushies, and i can be out going if i wanted to. i kinda crave an adventure but im either too scared or too lazy to go and have one. i also have like 3 close friends that i talk to regularly lolll
I ship you with...
Shirabu Kenjirou!!
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Sarcasm level 3000 with you two.
Sometimes no one can even tell what you’re saying.
“Oh yeah, I totally want to go out with you.”
“Sure you don’t. We’ll have just so much fun.”
Ushijima: “this makes no sense.”
Shirabu is fine with not going outside because he just hates??? People???
He’s also nice to EXCLUSIVELY you.
And his grandma.
Lmao it’s adorable.
One day he came over to your house with a lil bag from the grocery store.
And ur like “please do not tell me you bought beef jerky again”
And then he takes a volleyball plushie and throws it at you.
“You’re such a fucking dickhead. Get in here. Hi. Thanks for the plushie.”
He would also be open to eyeliner.
But he doesn’t know how to use it.
So he ends up drawing it wayyy too far across his face.
And uneven.
“Y/n, how do you get this shit off?”
“Hm...I don’t know. I normally do it right the first time.”
“Y/N-“
skkwlwkekwlwl you guys are scary but cute.
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keiyoomi · 4 years
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what a man gotta do.
warning: crack post; fluff; kinda domestic
characters: bokuto kotaro × reader; oikawa touru × reader; tendou satori × reader; sugawara koushi × reader;
keiyoomi’s note: enjoy! send in some requests! will add the tags and taglist later. my internet connection sucks last night and i’m still sleepy as of the moment. 😤
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Bokuto
• He was listening to the song when he entered your shared apartment. Kuroo was the one who sent the link to the song to him and he liked it. A lot. To the point that the song was playing whenever it was his turn to do his drills.
• It doesn’t really matter if you caught him dancing (a.k.a. him wiggling his perky butt while using his water bottle as his make-shift microphone.) But still, he got embarrassed when he saw you grinning while sitting on the couch.
• His face was beet red, eyes became wider every passing minute. You even noticed that he was holding his breath until you told him to breathe.
• He unplugged his wireless earbuds before sprinting towards you, almost tripping in the process.
• He nuzzled you neck with his nose, mumbling things like ‘Can we pretend you didn’t see that?’ and ‘You enjoy watching me dance, aren’t you?’
• Say ‘Thank you, Kuroo.’
Oikawa
• It was Maki who sent him the link of the music video. As soon as the video played, he imagined himself dancing like Nick while still in his jersey.
• You see, Oikawa loves to see your flustered face. Especially when he’s dancing some dance songs from tiktok. He even sent you a video of him dancing like those two dads.
• Coincidentally, you were visiting him that time. As much as he wanted to keep you company the whole duration of your stay, he can’t. (And you totally understand him and his love for volleyball.)
• Anyway, he smelled the delicious aroma of that night’s dinner as soon as he entered his apartment. It was the perfect timing to dance to the song. (Knowing that you haven’t noticed him opening and closing the front door.)
• He undid his sweatpants while still at the corridor, throwing it on the couch before connecting his phone to the speaker.
• You were startled upon hearing a song. (The whole place was quiet and only the sizzling of the pan could be heard.)
• Your eyes widened upon seeing him ‘dance’ while making his way to you. He was swaying his hips from side to side until he wrapped his arms around you, making you dance with him.
• You were giggling while joining him and his little dance session.
• Er. . . Let’s just say that you ended up ordering something else that night. You may or may not have forgotten about the food you were cooking while dancing with him.
Tendou
• He’s been listening to this song since it was released. He was also dancing to it always, however, he was always along when he does so.
• You caught him dancing to the song upon arriving at your shared apartment, one Sunday morning.
• After finally completing your task before the deadline set by your supervisor, they allowed you to take a week-long break.
• You kinda forgot to tell him about it. He was already sleeping when you arrived thr night before.
• Anyway, you were about to head to the kitchen when he arrived. He was bopping his head while skipping as he head towards the living room.
• His eyes widened upon seeing you standing few feet away from him while pursing your lips to suppress your laughter.
• Lemme just. . .
“You’re here. . .”
“Good morning, Mr. Dancer.” He pouted his lips while removing his earbuds. “Do you mind teaching me some of your dance moves?”
He squinted his eyes as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “Did you get fired or. . .?”
“What? No! Of course not!”
“Hm?”
“I. . .uh. . .kinda forgot to tell you about it?”
He placed a soft kiss on your lips, still suspicious as to why you didn’t go to work. “Does it mean I get to be with you for the whole day?”
You shook your head while biting your lower lip. “I’ve got a week off.”
He pulled you closer to him, before—AAAAAAAAH! That’s it!
• In conclusion, he showed you some other moves aside from his “dancing.”
Sugawara
• The link was sent by Tanaka while he was looking after his students. Everyone has their eyes on their (test) papers, except from him.
• He clicked the link and was redirected to Youtube. He was hooked upon hearing it’s beat and became even more engrossed upon seeing the quirky dance moves in the videos.
• Like Oikawa, he thought it would be funny if he’ll do the same dance moves at home, with you either watching some movies or series or finishing some of your office work.
• As soon as the bell rang, he dismissed his students and prepared himself. (He wouldn’t admit it, but he’s nervous af.)
• He sent you a message while cleaning his desk. Upon knowing the estimated time of your arrival, he formulated his plans.
• Starting with him buying the ingredients he needs, preparing the kitchen for his ‘cooking session.’
• He took a deep breath before exhaling slowly. He nods his head before undoing his pants and long sleeves. Then, he put on his pink apron with a cute printed bear on the chest part.
• “What A Man Gotta Do” was playing on repeat when you entered your shared apartment.
• Your eyes widened and lips parted upon seeing him (in nothing, but apron and boxers), dancing.
• Your cheeks and ears felt hot while watching him move his body along with the beat of the song.
• You may or may not have told him about your dream (one about seeing him dance while wearing his apron).
• (It is also possible that he remembered you mentioning before about a certain chef who was rumored to wearing only apron whenever he feels comfortable.)
• Anyway, it wasn’t until he turned to your direction that he noticed your presence.
• You were flustered af when your eyes met. You were covering your face before looking away from him. Sputtering strings of excuses while walking (stumbling) towards your shared room.
• He chuckled while walking towards you.
• Sugawara removed your hands from covering your face before cupping your cheeks.
• “Welcome home.”
• sksksksksksksksksksksksk
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jksangelic · 5 years
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more than friends | two (m)
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↳ rating: M
↳ genre: smut, dramatic baby angst, lots-o-fluff, roommate!jungkook,
↳ pairing: reader x jungkook
↳ warnings: very light sexual harassment from tae, a pinch of violence (chill out, jungkook), fingering, unprotected sex, stretch kink (is that the correct term lol), honestly it’s really romantic sexy times but… jungkook is still a cocky bastard. i probably threw a daddy kink back in there at some point.
↳ summary: a couple weeks since “the incident”, you and jungkook attend hoseok’s opening night to his new club, a very infamous face appearing amongst the crowd and causing some issues along the way.
↳ note: i still cannot believe how much love “more than friends” received, and per several requests (that are so greatly appreciated), i decided to add a second part. a celebration for 4k notes on part one, if you will! thank you so much for your support and i’m so incredibly excited to write more for you all!
(yes, this is the second time i’ve posted this because my tumblr was being wack. sorry if you’ve already seen this.)
↳ words: 4,954
↳ series: one | two | ?
if you prefer to read this on ao3, click here.
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The rough of Jungkook’s hand against your tapping leg was always comforting, he thinks. Mapping out every curve of muscle and fat was a transfixing action for him; therapeutic, if he must say. He knew that the situation called for his care, your leg insisting to bob at an incredible pace and hands running through your hair so often that despite your necessity to wash it every damn day, he was positive your roots suffered from greasiness. For once, his touch didn’t simmer your running thoughts. Not tonight, it wouldn’t.
“Hey, baby, why don’t we just tell Hobi that we’ll come some other night? I just… I don’t know if I feel like dealing with all of that yet,” you try, holding his prying hand with both of your own.
Jungkook shakes his head, either that or the vehement shaking of his Jeep throttles it from side-to-side and hell you dreamed of the day he would trade it in. “Not a chance, you’ve been dying to go to this since Hoseok-hyung mentioned it over two weeks ago. Don’t let that bastard stop you from doing something you want to do,” his face sneers once again at the thought of Taehyung, “I’ll be there, anyway. He won’t get near you. Not if I can help it.”
You try to allow his words to settle in while your stomach does anything but, resorting to picking at the fake tattoos trailing up your right arm, one arrow-stricken heart with the thick lettering of “mom” in the middle looking more like a mangled scab. “Don’t pick at those,” Kook scolds, “I spent a whole dollar at the Dollar Store for them.”
When you arrive at the long awaited Soul, the parking lot is filled with Hoseok’s many guests. It was a very big night for him, opening his own nightclub in the heart of downtown as he always dreamed. You wouldn’t miss his special day for the world, yet, the prospect of seeing Taehyung (damn Hoseok and his socially-adept personality) made you reconsider such a feeling.
After a few minutes of circling the crowded lot, Jungkook comes around to open your door for you, pink crop top making you giggle for the first time in hours. He cocks his head in annoyance, “Is my suffering funny? How do you wear these? I feel so exposed.”
You pick at your nails, purring a, “It’s how I attract all my lovers.” He rolls his eyes in response, only willing to deal with your overflowing conviction when you’re a feast to the eyes.
“Alright, alright. Let’s go in, yeah? You look too hot to not stop by just for a bit. If you feel too shitty, then I’ll take you back home. Deal?” He kisses you tenderly, receiving your yes in muffled lipstick stains to his mouth and hiking your leg to stretch around his waist playfully.
Fake retching sounds in the distance, Jimin popping into your peripheral with a celebratory bottle and a face of utter displeasure, “Are you guys going to come into Hobi’s new place or are you just going to ditch to fuck in his parking lot?” Jungkook growls into your hair, releasing your leg from its warm spot on his hip and moving enough for you to hop out.
“Probably the latter if you weren’t such a cockblocker,” your hostile boyfriend answers beneath his breath.
They continue to bicker even upon entry to Soul, your ears completely tuning out at what a beauty Hoseok really set up. It was a little more upscale than your average nightclub, traditionally dark but vaguely lit by the surreal amount of neon signs adorning the walls; shapes and sentences combining together to create a uniquely charismatic atmosphere. The furniture was ultimately minimalistic to avoid tackiness, the bar large and mostly similar to the rest. It was predominantly one of the best looking clubs you’ve ever stepped foot in, props to Hobi. It distracted from the crowd that awaits below, sudden anxiety gobbling you back up at the sight of so many bodies and knowing one of them was one you’d like to forego ever seeing again.
“Oh my—I get it! You’re each other, right? That’s fucking fantastic,” a voice blares, breaking your trance yet again.
“Hobi! I’m so glad you understand it,” you say with a smile, throwing fake-tattooed arms around his neck in embrace. He takes another good once-over when you release him, sunny cheeks practically glowing in the dark.
“Heavens, you look better as Jungkook than Jungkook does,” Hobi teases, giving Kook a rundown of his own and chuckling at the sight of him in anything other than the color black. “How many handies did she offer to get you in a crop-top? Are those… Are those mom jeans you’re wearing?”
Jungkook grumpily swats at the older’s cheeky hands when it smooths over his toned and very much exposed stomach, “She didn’t offer me any, goddammit. Fuck, why didn’t I think of that?” You roll your eyes in only the smallest amount of amusement.
“What about you, Jung? Now that you own a club, you dress as a pimp?” Jungkook backfires, grabbing a fistful of his white suit and examining it.
“No, you ass. I’m the Korean Michael Jackson,” he explains, showcasing a few haughty steps to the blaring music. How did you even become friends with… this?
“Okay, well, we’re going to go indulge in your new digs. We’ll catch up with you back in a bit,” you giggle. He waves the both of you off, immediately busying himself with the next group that comes in. Jungkook whines to stop by the bar and pile up, though you don’t reject his request in the slightest. Rather, you drink that shit up.
In the midst of spilling drinks and the haze of foul-smelling smoke do you find yourself in the crowd, sprinkling grins here and loud hello’s there, inevitably shrinking into Jungkook’s figure with the more people you mindfully tally up. He doesn’t mind, albeit tugging on your shirt to finally settle in one place of the floor to thoroughly soak up your presence. “We’ll get the rest later. Just warm up and dance already, brat.” You hum and trail your hands under and up his shirt, relishing in the rare occasion (and soon to be discontinued) of your boyfriend in a crop top. He returns the favor, gripping your ass in it’s pitch black latex skirt.
“You should dress like me more often. I love seeing you in black, it’s sexy.”
“I wish you wore pink more. It suits you.”
“Should we just switch the roles entirely?” he jesters, poking at your tattoos like a marveling child.
You smirk, “Should I buy a strap?”
His face drains of all color in an instant, nostrils flaring, “Ok, I’ve had enough of this joke.” Pfft, such fragile masculinity.
And like that, your worries drain as if they never existed. Jungkook made more of an effort than ever before as your friend to make you happy. Of course, altering the boundaries of your relationship from platonic to romantic was the case, but Jungkook was more fragile, now. More caring. More protective. Taehyung would never want to change for you. That realization would never stray from your mind.
The costumes around you sway vividly, wings of fairies wavering, tails of various animals poking one another, characters of an arrangement of current shows testing your knowledge of pop culture. You’re more than enthralled to be here in the warmth of your friends.
“Having fun, babydoll?” Jungkook husks out from behind, fingers digging into your skirt as you haphazardly grind against him. “You’re giving me… issues back here.” You melt in his hold, twirling about so you can face the man of your dreams and kiss him as such.
“You’re so good to me, daddy. Thanks for taking me out tonight,” you purr. His jaw slacks at his name, raking lust-brimmed eyes over your spilling breasts in their matching midnight teddy, innocently tucked away into your skirt as if he didn’t know what it looked like alone. Spoiler: he’s seen it a countless amount of times.
“I know it’s for the sake of great costume, but shit, Y/N. Wearing lingerie in public? I don’t remember verbally stating that I condone this,” he grunts, biting at your neck shamelessly.
“I’m trying to be sweet and you’re focused on my tits,” you harrumph, pulling away from the horndog waste of your boyfriend before he leaves a giant hickey on your collar. “Go make yourself useful and get me another drink! And tuck your boner!” He rolls his eyes but complies, even squatting awkwardly to shift his growing hard-on in those “mom jeans”. You chuckle as you watch him go, undulating mindlessly and overflowing with adoration.
And possibly piss. Most definitely urine.
You slither your way off the dance floor, scoping out all possible restroom areas and settling on the hallway with the humongous neon light that spelled out “toilet” as would for the entrance to heaven. Thanks, Hoseok.
The music zones out with every step down the hall, drunken tittering echoing when it seems to stretch farther and farther like a scene off The Haunted Mansion. A man stumbles out from the restrooms, desperately strangling his belt into submission but failing quite miserably. Laughs bubble, yet again, out from your throat at the sight.
“Is something funny—Oh,” the man smirks, deep voice dragging ice up your back, “Hey, kitten.”
Your face squishes into repugnance, Taehyung roaring at your reaction and swerving closer to your frozen body, “Didn’t miss me so much, huh?”
“I don’t want to talk to you, Tae. Leave me alone.”
“’Tae’? Oh, honey, you can’t avoid me if you tried. Shame, I wish you would’ve at least called me after that whole… ordeal.” Not realizing you cower away from his figure until your shoulders hit the wall, you flinch. In this proximity, you realize Taehyung’s eyes are bloodshot, gorgeously half-lidded and even more entrancing than the last time you saw him. His makeup makes it worse, dark eyeshadow smudged out and fake blood dripping from his full lips; a vampire suited him. Cold, indifferent, ready to suck you up without remorse.
“Taehyung, buzz off. You’re high.”
Trying to attempt your escape, he traps you between his arms, head dipping low to closely probe your own costume and grunting, “You knew I’d be here, huh? You wouldn’t have come if you didn’t want to. So what’s it?” he slurs, “Need some company?”
You push uselessly at his chest, head unfortunately spinning and breathing imitating possibly anything but distress, “Tae, I c-can’t. Let me go, I need to go. I’m sorry,” you pant. His thumb swipes across your cheek, sweet as poison.
“Sorry? Sorry for what, kitten,” his breath sears next to your ear, “Sorry that I caught you fucking your stupid roommate?” His snickers vibrate, guilt resurfacing when it shouldn’t and you should’ve have never come out tonight goddammit.
“J-Jungkook,” you voice, cracking with need and too quiet for even Taehyung to hear. You fist at his shirt, desperately but weakly clawing your way out and wincing away from Kim’s nipping mouth.
All Jungkook sees is Taehyung pressed against you, your whimpers quiet as if it’s trying to keep a secret. All Jungkook hears is that awful, cocky voice growling into your neck with unadulterated lust. All Jungkook feels is red.
Although your eyes blur with frustrated tears, you render that Taehyung must have finally heeded your request when your chest is free of his weight. That is, until you see him on the ground, your enraged boyfriend pelting bloody knuckles into Taehyung’s once-flawless face.
“Jungkook!” you scream, falling onto your knees and tugging on his shirt before he kills him, for all you know. “Jungkook, stop!”
He does, faltering away from your grasps and standing abruptly. Taehyung groans, costume blood indistinguishable from his own, real fluid. Jungkook stares at you with pain etched onto his angular features, rage replacing it soon after.
“You. You weren’t afraid to see him because of what happened. You were afraid to see him because you still love this douchebag, don’t you?” he spits nonsensically. You reach for him, head shaking and stumbling over words of reassurance, but he denies it all.
“What the hell is going on here?” Hoseok yells, rounding the corner and eyes blowing wide at the sight before him. Jungkook scoffs, shoulder-checking his hyung on his way out. Tripping over yourself, you run after him, tears stinging hot down your face and heart racing.
“Jungkook! Jungkook, listen! That’s not what—”
He comes to a complete halt; how you don’t crash right into him, you have no clue. The tired expression he wears when he turns breaks your heart, “I love you, Y/N. I love you. And there’s no room for that shithead over there. I’m the one who cares about you.”
“Jesus, Jungkook! If you would just let me—" you try again, but Jungkook is off once again. Griping at your idiot of a boyfriend’s stubbornness, you watch him leave. You could scream if you weren’t in the middle of public, rage and sorrow and guilt practically flowing out of your pores. Instead, you round yourself back to the hallway to find a wincing Taehyung propped against the wall and a worried Hoseok tending to him.
“Jungkook thought we were canoodling, I guess. So he beat the shit out of him,” you explain, Hoseok jumping at your reappearance. Squatting down next to him, you sigh, “He left.”
“The guy really packs a punch,” Tae admits, wiping for the umpteenth time at his bloody nose, “I think he knocked the high out of me.” You scowl.
“Do you need a ride, Y/N?” Hoseok offers. You felt bad; this was his own event and you ruined it, but you could really use his help so you nod a little reluctantly.
“I’m sorry. Do you mind if you give us a minute?” you ask, nodding to Taehyung. Hobi complies, standing and waiting at the end of the hallway until you need him back.
“Taehyung, I’m sorry things ended the way they did. I should’ve explained myself but I was still kinda confused about… whatever.
“But me and Jungkook are together now. So. If you can kindly fuck off or something.”
“Jesus, Y/N, I know I can be a dick but you could have at least tried to mention that.”
“You make everything difficult, Taehyung. From the day we met,” you accuse, “You were the worst fuck I’ve ever come across.”
He chuckles, looking into your eyes for the first time tonight and looking genuinely apologetic, “You’re not a bad gal, Y/N. I think we could’ve been something good.”
What the hell?
He didn’t get to do this; claim you one second, reject you the next, propose you could’ve been good another. Perhaps you dreamt of this day a long time ago, secretly wishing and hoping and longing for Taehyung to want you the same way that you wanted him.
But all you can think of now is Jungkook. His buck teeth and his horrible omelets and how he recently started sleeping in your bed with you instead of his own. Maybe, for a while, you just accepted the affection Taehyung never thought to give you, as horrible as it sounds. But now, with Taehyung subtly offering, you know for sure it’s just Jungkook.
You love Jungkook.
“Relationships aren’t for you, Tae.”
His smile turns mischievous, “I suppose not.”
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Hoseok presses that you aren’t a nuisance all the way home, comfortingly rubbing at your back as you chew on your nails. How unfortunate, coming to his party a wreck and leaving it just the same.
Your goodbyes are short and apologetic; he practically has to nudge you with the hood of his car to enter your apartment complex.
“Hello?” you question softly, shutting the front door with a quiet click and padding through the dim room. For the most part, everything is shut off and you even wonder if Jungkook came home at all. Slinking into the hallway, a quick glimpse to your room reveals he isn’t asleep on your mattress like he normally is, your heart cracking slightly at the revelation. His own door is shut, and you suppose he would sleep in his own room after tonight.
You, on the other hand, don’t even feel a wink of drowsiness.
Jungkook hears the shower shutter through his closed door, using all of the force collected in his body not to step in with you and properly talk about the events that occurred. He doesn’t, because he’s stubborn like that. He doesn’t, because he knows your showers are normally for your personal times of mulling over complications.
And even though he’s furious, his chest warms of admiration.
You wash your tensions down the drain, steam circulating the small bathroom and no doubt fogging the mirror. The valve is verging on the edge of it’s setting, scalding water undoubtedly leaving your skin a punishing red. It’s how you were able to think clearly; your aches and worries literally seared off and paving way for new, clean thoughts.
You knew he would forgive you the minute things are explained, laid out in the open. As quick as a bag of chips can be inhaled, the man would cradle you in his arms again with a lilt of stubborn understanding. But that didn’t calm you as it should. Perhaps, it was yourself that was having a hard time with confrontation. Maybe, at the time,  you were still hoping that Taehyung would come for you and never let you go, a longing for a miracle that wasn’t even really that much of a miracle. The lack of, instead, was your epiphany.
And Jungkook was so good. Sure, an asshole, but he was all the things you hoped for in Tae. Even more, he loves you.
Though you realize your feelings for Taehyung have dissipated and rather blossom for Jungkook, the lingering guilt of being able to see Kook, touch him, kiss him, sleep with him is sickening. How could you be so cruel?
You step out of your shower unresolved, and a little queasy. Were you always having existential crisis’ in the bathroom?
Unconsciously, you find yourself in front of Jungkook’s room once again, internally debating what the best course of action would be. Just by turning the knob and inching the door ajar, the scream of it’s hinges makes you want to rip it off completely, already regretting the intrusion. Welp, it’s too late.
Jungkook lays atop his comforter like always, a few joking arguments stemming from the fact that he really doesn’t need blankets when the guy’s a walking heater. “It’s for the aesthetics of a nice room,” he had said, “What kind of mongrel would I be for having a naked bed?”
From your standing, he looks asleep, bare chest rising and falling; up, down, pause, up, down. His thick brows stitched together like he fell asleep angry and you roll your eyes at the thought.
He doesn’t even falter when your weight shifts the bed, sitting on the open spot next to his torso and ghosting your fragile hands over his locks, waiting for him to wake and chew you out. When he continues to purr in his slumber, you pet him gently, hair dark and soft across your fingers.
“I… I’m glad we went tonight,” you whisper, barely even producing enough noise for yourself to catch, “And I’m glad I ran into Taehyung. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have noticed how good you are for me. I’m so thankful to him.”
Breathing.
“And I feel horrible for making you doubt yourself, even if it was unintentional,” your throat heats, pain running down as your voice wobbles, “I wish—I wish I was as good for you as you are for me.
“J-Jungkook,” your tears run freely down your face now, “I love you. I love you, so much. There’s no me without you. I don’t want anyone else—“
You stop there, afraid your pathetic sobs will wake him. Leaning down, you gently bury your face in his hair, kissing him softly and letting the smell of his shampoo tickle your nose. Your love engulfs, fills your bones, makes you so dizzy that it hurts.
A few seconds pass before you remove yourself from him, easing your body off his mattress with precision.
Your world flips, throat so heavy you don’t even try to yelp as you flop onto the other side of his body, his strong arms wrapped around your ribs and holding you tightly against him as your legs drape over his. “Don’t cry, love,” he husks, “God, I’ve been wanting for you to say that for so, so long.”
“Jungkook,” you weep in panic, “Jungkook, nothing happened, I didn’t do anything—”
“I know. I’m sorry, I got a little presumptuous.” He brings his lips to your eyes, kissing the tears away and sprinkling a few more on your cheeks.
Your towel slipped from his attack, breasts peaking under the cloth and inviting Jungkook to travel lower to give them attention as well. His voice is deep enough to rattle you up, cracking slightly when he says, “I just want you to be mine.”
You lace your fingers through his mop once again, massaging his scalp and letting the moment sink in. This is what was needed—a reconciliation of sorts. Through both of your stubborn minds and limbs did neither of you properly close your old path to open a new one for him, did neither of you talk. It was new, exciting, uncharted territory. You had jumped in without really understanding the rules and concepts, but it didn’t matter now. Not when everything now fell into place like a puzzle that was just ignorantly started from the inside out, rather than setting the foundation of each side and corner.
“I am yours. Every little bit of me is yours now. I’m sorry it took me so long to figure it out. You did well,” you praise, smoothing his bangs up and away from his face. His eyes are glossy, enough moisture to collect in his long eyelashes but not enough to stain his cheeks like yours do.
He looks up, finally, slowly closing the distance to rake over your features before he kisses you oh-so softly. It’s the most fragile he’s ever been with you, the most genuine. His lips mold to your movements, his tongue only follows when yours pokes out, he takes as little as possible.
“Jungkook,” you breathe, “you can.”
“Don’t want to ruin anything.”
“It’s not. This is different.”
He flips you to your side, holding you close and enclosing you in the safety of his body. When he surrenders, he dips his fingers between your legs and uses the shower’s dew to stretch you across two of his digits, moving carefully but diligently. The feeling of your bare back to his large chest, for some reason, is more intimate than you normally find his common proximity and it makes you sigh.
The jabbing of his own problem against your ass prompts you to reach behind and grasp him firmly, warming him up without sneaking into his briefs just yet.
“You always feel so good,” he pants, twitching in your grip and propping himself on his elbow so he can nibble on your ear, “here, too.” The arching of his fingers in your heat makes you cry out.
“Are your hands okay?” you question the same second you remember his injuries. He chuckles.
“My knuckles hurt a bit, but I patched them up for the most part. It’s not going to keep me from fingering you, if that’s what you’re wondering,” his voice soothes, a third finger added for reassurance. The stretch is sublime, foregoing your own job and grinding against him as an incompetent apology. Jungkook doesn’t mind it, moving his hips in little circles to stimulate himself even further; rather, he likes it quite a bit.
“Ready?”
You don’t answer, arching your spine instead so Jungkook’s head can easily find your entrance, pushing his way inside without even removing two fingers that remain buried deep in your cunt. He knows you like a little pain with your pleasure, pain that doesn’t remain when the strain subsides and the languid thrusts send shivers up your skin.
“Oh god, Jungkook, that feels—you feel so amazing,” you groan, feeling the stickiness of your juices every time his hips meet the curve of your ass, deep squelches getting louder the longer he repeats the movement, “s-slow, please, keep it slow, baby.”
He lazily rolls into you, each shove perfectly aiming for the bundle of nerves that makes your eyes heavy; using all the strength in your body not to shut your thighs when Kook’s hand, littered with old and new tattoos, stays in its comfortable spot. His digits curl every so often, as if to remind you they’re still there, making you purr in his embrace even more.
The heat of his body emanates, warming you up despite how cold it is outside and in the apartment. As he protects you from the cold so will he from anything else, and it makes your heart stutter.
“Tell me you love me,” he rasps as lovingly as he can into your ear, nothing but pure desire to hear the three words drip from your lips.
“I love you.” You mean it.
“More,” he begs; he doesn’t care if he sounds pathetic.
“I love you, I love you, I love you. Jungkook, Jeon Jungkook, I love you with every fiber of my being,” you hiccup, pawing at his intrusive hand. He removes it hastily, replacing it’s warmth by sticking his fingers to your tongue to lap up.
“I never want to stop hearing you say that,” he admits, pace quickening so that your breasts bounce with each focused push into your walls. You could cum like this, foggy tears blurring his bedroom with how close your orgasm is. It’s cut short when he takes himself out and sits up, pulling you onto your back and slotting himself between your legs.
His hands find support on his headboard while you wrap weak legs around him, one on his thigh and the other on his back as he rocks into you once more.
The tattoos on his chest move whenever he flexes, a sort of mirage entrancing you as he works your pussy to reach the same amount of ecstasy before. It’s the first time you can really look at his face, as well, all images of loving and soft features a complete and utter miscalculation. Even though he makes love to you like no other, he has a face of control in all of its entirety. One of his brows is quirked, his tongue poking his upper lip in focus, his abs constricting then relaxing. He knows only he can make you feel like this, hips cocky as they slap against your skin in unbridled dominance.
His normally doe-eyes glimmer with devilment, “Who can fuck you as good as I do?”
You sigh, “I thought we were being cute.”
“I’m not fucking cute. I’m fucking you,” he growls, ramming into your poor pussy so firmly that the headboard thumpthumpthumps against the wall, no doubt damaging the paint. “Is there anyone better than me?”
“You know there isn’t,” you retort with a squeak.
“I want to hear you say it.”
You moan flagrantly on a particular jab that makes your insides coil and your entire body shuffle up his sheets, three or four seconds too long he snarls a, “Say it!”
“No one’s better than daddy, I promise,” you choke, lamely reaching up for him as if you weren’t already close enough. He obliges, propping his weight on one elbow and smoothing over tears you didn’t know were shed with a thumb. He quenches his thirst with an open-mouth kiss, moans that starts to resemble mine, mine, mine onto your tongue as his hips falter in both fatigue and the aching need to cum. You coo him through it, nipping at his jaw and whispering words of praise when he whines vulnerably. The bratty, stubborn Jungkook was long gone; the sensitive and adoring love of your life resting, quite heavily, atop your chest as he fills you up silently.
“Not so tough, huh, baby?” He grunts unpleasantly.
His body rolls off, head remaining in the crook of your neck, “You just took a shower,” he says. He can’t even open his eyes if he tried, he feels so goddamn tired.
“Yeah, I’ll just wash up tomorrow.”
“Let me clean you,” he pries, forcing his brain to cooperate for two seconds, please. It doesn’t take much strength to keep him in position.
“Relax, Kookie.”
You trace over the ink on his back softly, outlining the lotuses a few times and kneading out the tension in his shoulder blades. The ticking of his wall clock is all that’s left to hear, the Iron Man behind the glass staring at you in an uncomfortable manner. You’d have to get rid of that if you were going to be together.
“Hey,” you start, a sudden idea exciting you. Peering down, Jungkook’s eyes are sealed shut, lips parted only enough to feel his faint breath as he dozes off into a deep slumber. It isn’t fake this time, you know for sure.
Oh well.
You rest your chin against his head and try your best to sleep as well; you suppose you could tell him in the morning.
A/N: hello sweet angel babies! again, thank you for supporting me thus far and i apologize that this isn’t as filthy as the first one. I really wanted to make Jungkook more genuine in this. However, this will be one of those fics where’ll I’ll casually drop in some non-smutty/smutty drabbles every so often!
With that being said, I don’t mind requests for drabbles as well as character asks! Feel free to drop-in whenever.
with love, poppy.
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Hollywood Reporter, September 25
Since I don’t have any tabloids  to add today, I’m going to add the Hollywood Reporter. I’ll do this when I run dry of tabloids. If you’d like me to add HR more often, let me know :) 
Keep in mind HR is an over-sized magazine, so some scans will be cut off. If you’d like something scanned that I cut off, again let me know
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Cover: Fall Style Glam Squads -- Hairstylist Bryce Scarlett, Margot Robbie and makeup artist Pati Dubroff 
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Page 10: Contents, Cynthia Erivo
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Page 12: Contents 
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Page 23:  The Report -- How sky-high can massive TV library deals fly?, Heat Index -- Lizzo
Page 24: Who wants to buy DirecTV at a deep discount? 
Page 26: Why Disney quietly launched streaming in the Netherlands, Theaters’ latest cash grab: ads after trailers 
Page 28: Emmys shocks, surprises and that big ratings stumble, who won big and who won big on TV, Emmy Heat Index -- Phoebe Waller-Bridge, HBO, Amazon, Ozark, Jesse Armstrong, Variety categories, Julia Louis-Dreyfus, the women of Game of Thrones, Fox Entertainment 
Page 32: Box Office, Broadcast TV, Cable TV, Billboard Hot 100, Billboard 200 
Page 34: 7 Days of Deals -- Margaret Nagle, Penelope Ann Miller, Mia Kirshner, Lori Loughlin, Felicity Huffman, Bruce Holsinger, Greg Berlanti, Jessica Queller, Robert Rovner, Melissa Korn, Jennifer Levitz, D.V. DeVincentis, Ali Krug, Patrick Chu, Jeffrey Wright, Jonathan Rhys Meyers, Dean DeBlois, Will Ferrell and Ryan Reynolds will star in a musical reimagining of A Christmas Carol, Joaquin Phoenix, Big Deal Exclusive -- Billy Joel’s music will be a scripted “arc-thology” called Scenes from an Italian Restaurant, Hot New Books with Hollywood Appeal -- The Water Dancer by Ta-Nehisi Coates, Raven Lane by Amber Cowie
Page 35: Rita Wilson, Kevin Kline and Sigourney Weaver, Gideon Adlon and Lovie Simone and Zoey Luna, Mayim Bialik and Jim Parsons, Ryan Seacrest, Jared Padalecki will star in a Walker Texas Ranger reboot, Stephen Falk, Nina Jacobson and Brad Simpson, Dan Levy, Phoebe Waller-Bridge, Nahnatchka Khan, Kiefer Sutherland and Boyd Holbrook, Queen Latifah, Kendrick Lamar, Rep Sheet -- Cecily Strong, Chance the Rapper, Jason Bell, Jamie-Lee O’Donnell, Kevin Nash AKA Diesel, Next Big Thing -- Barbie Ferreira
Page 39: About Town -- Stephanie Ruhle of MSNBC 
Page 40: AllBright pitches women a diverse membership and professional cred to stand out amid multiplying options -- Jameela Jamil, Olivia Wilde, The Bungalows’ bar to entry -- Taylor Swift and Emma Stone, Eddie Redmayne
Page 41: Soho Warehouse, Cory Booker Q&A -- he’s a big fan of Supernatural 
Page 46: Yes, I Did Say That -- Bob Iger, Reed Hastings, Renee Zellweger, Thomas Lennon, Mike Schur, Mike Johnson, Oprah Winfrey, Demi Moore, Flashback -- Julian Fellowes in 2018 
Page 48: Rambling Reporter -- Robert Osborne, Billy Porter, Laverne Cox, Ricky Martin, Sheryl Lee Ralph, Padma Lakshmi, Shoshana Bean, Constance Wu, Hudson Yang, Charlotte Kirk, Kevin Tsujihara, Neil Marshall, Sylvester Stallone, Peter Bradshaw, Power Dining -- Issa Rae, Larry David, Helen Hunt, Jamie Foxx, Brian Grazer, Alicia Vikander brunching at Brentwood Country Mart’s Farmshop, Robert De Niro, Sharon Stone, Charlie Hunnam, Julie Bowen, Kanye West and Kim Kardashian 
Page 50: Hitched, Hatched, Hired 
Page 53: Emmy Awards -- Phoebe Waller-Bridge 
Page 54: Best Dressed -- Emilia Clarke, Rachel Brosnahan
Page 55: Mandy Moore, Naomi Watts, Michelle Williams 
Page 56: Julia Louis-Dreyfus, Gwyneth Paltrow
Page 57: Julia Garner, Billy Porter, Sophie Turner, Kristen Bell 
Page 58: On the Carpet and Inside the Parties -- Jared Harris and Craig Mazin, Phoebe Waller-Bridge and boyfriend Martin McDonagh, Peter Roth with wife Andrea and Ann Sarnoff and husband Richard, Ted Sarandos and Jason Bateman, Billy Porter, Michelle Williams and John Landgraf, George R.R. Martin 
Page 59: Ava DuVernay and Ethan Herisse and Asante Blackk and Jane Rosenthal, Bob Greenblatt and Stephen Loguidice, Rachel Brosnahan, Joey King and Patricia Arquette, RuPaul, Jodie Comer 
Page 60: Julia Louis-Dreyfus and Anna Chlumsky, Peter Dinklage and David Benioff, Eugene Levy and Deborah Devine and Ben Stiller, Charlie Collier, Jeremy Strong and Jesse Armstong and Casey Bloys, Sophie Turner and Nina West, Lena Waithe and Ben Whishaw and Latesha Gillespie and Charlie Barnett 
Page 61: Kelly Kahl and Thom Sherman and their wives, Jeff Bezos and Bethenny Frankel, Norman Lear and Karey Burke, Jharrel Jerome and Korey Wise, Zendaya, Jeff Shell and daughter Anna, Rambling Reporter Emmy Edition -- Ted Sarandos, Jharrel Jerome, Korey Wise, Game of Thrones cast
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Page 62: Regina King, Tony Shaloub and Alex Borstein, Robin Wright, Iain Glen and Kit Harington, Jaboukie Young-White, Seth MacFarlane, Adam Devine, Samantha Bee 
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Page 64: THR and SAG-AFTRA Nominees Night -- Sterling K. Brown and Mandy Moore and Susan Kelechi Watson and Chris Sullivan, Michael K. Williams, Clea Duvall and Natasha Lyonne, Anthony Carrigan and Jared Harris and wife Allegra Riggio, Jennifer Salke and Bert Salke and Pearlena Igbokwe, Chris Silbermann, Lea Michele, Jeremy Gold and Marci Wiseman and Craig Erwich, Sarah Snook and Nicholas Braun, Aaron Paul and Joey King, David Nevins and Matthew Belloni and Josh Sapan 
Page 66: The Business -- Bill Damaschke 
Page 68: Digital -- Gamer’s Plight -- retire at 25? 
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Wherever the Winds Take You: Chapter 10
A/N: Hey guys! I can’t believe we’re already on chapter 10...I decided to do this little bit from the comics because it’s just too pure not to write. God bless the team just being teens, you know?
Anyway, just a side note, the next couple chapters are probably going to be a little bit late because of finals, summatives, work, etc. Oh the joys of being a student in June (hahahakillmehahaha). Anyways, I hope y’all enjoy! Sorry for the length.
Martín Dance Studios, Paris
July 21
03:12
To say that Lina was flustered would be putting it lightly. As she hurriedly attempted to pack up her music equipment and put her clothes on over her dance-wear, all at the same time she felt as if she wanted to slam her head into the dance studio linoleum flooring that she had just been practising on.
“You know you don’t have to rush, yes?” The robust voice beside Lina spoke, sounding more than a little amused.
“You closed four hours ago Quinn. Of course I have to rush!” Lina exclaimed, sparing a hand away from her equipment to shove a tangle of sweaty brown hair out of her face.
Rolling his eyes, Quinn Martín found himself moving closer to his friend and took the speaker chord she had been attempting to coil out of her hands. "If I had wanted you out, I would've have kicked you out Lina. Even if it meant daring to intrude on you practicing."
The girl dared to look up to Quinn, still looking angry at herself, before sighing in defeat as she took his non-verbal hint to let him help.
"Thank you." She muttered as she stood and focused on putting a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt over the shorts and sports bra she had been wearing.
“So,” Quinn spoke as he continued to pack up the last of the stuff, “other than practicing here three hours a day and taking advantage of our business free of charge, what has the Fabulous Lina Dubois been doing?”
“Oh you know.” Lina shrugged, even though Quinn couldn’t see it. “This and that. Family to care for, crops to harvest, errands to run.”
“Teams to form and genetic labs to implode.” She wanted to add, but she had promised herself long ago that she would keep her only civilian friend as Lina, separate from her life as Zephyr, even though a small part of her always wanted to disclose her many adventures to him.
“That’s all? You lazy girl.” Quinn shook his head. “Maybe that’s why you can stay up, dancing your feet off after three in the morning. You must be sleeping so much…”
Once again, she felt compelled to tell him the truth. She wanted to explain that no, that wasn’t the reason. The real reason she could do this was because she had spent the last few days in Happy Harbor, so what little of an internal clock she had after two years of constantly having to bounce around the world, was set to Eastern Standard Time, where it was only currently dusk.
But instead, she simply laughed quietly and muttered a silent “Oui, of course.”
“You know,” Quinn stood up just as Lina finished putting her hair in a loose ponytail, both finished with their respective tasks. “Mina Élysée is hosting an old silent movie marathon next weekend, if you’re not too busy with family, crops, and errands…..we should go.”
Lina raised an eyebrow, “Hasn’t Mina hated me since I first came to the school?”
Quinn looked a touch embarrassed. “Touché...she didn’t exactly know how to react to someone with autism…”
Lina gave a half-hearted shrug. “You can always go without me. I bet Chloe would love to go with you…”
Quinn let out a deep, sarcastic laugh. “No thank you. Chloe may be sweet, but I don’t want to spend the whole night hearing how ‘whatever artist’ is better than ‘whoever’, and then have to try and find a good enough reason to fend her off at the end of the night.”
“Awww, wee lamb.” Lina mocked in English. “How cruel the world is that such a sweet girl is interested in you.”
Quinn rolled his eyes, then shoved Lina’s radio and devices into her as he gave his cookie-cutter excuse. “She’s not my type.”
Lina gave a small snort as she shouldered her equipment. Then, she was distracted by her phone buzzing in her pocket. As she pulled up the small glass device, she saw that she had a message from her newest contact.
HEy Lina!1
Wallyhad thr idea to gocamping twonigt! Want 2 joinn?
-Megan
Lina smiled, amused. It was becoming evident to everyone in the team that M’gann still hadn’t gotten used to human technology. The other day they had taught her how to use an electric oven properly (after yet another batch of hockey puck cookies). The experience was possibly the most dangerous thing they had done yet, including Cadmus and Mister Twister.
“What are you smiling about?” Quinn asked, as he leaned over to look at Lina’s phone but she quickly shut it off and shoved it in her bra.
“None of your business, Martín,” Lina smirked as she eyed-down her friend. As Lina’s light blue eyes met Quinn’s dark dark brown ones, he felt his resolve weaken. The pools of azure could have that effect on anyone if she wanted them to. He was just a little more vulnerable to it.
“It was my brother, he wants me home,” Lina spoke after a moment, a pang of uneasiness surging through her stomach as she lied to someone she considered to be one of her best friends.
“Well, it is three in the morning.” Quinn shrugged, running a hand through his shoulder-length black hair.
“You know how protective Calvin gets.” Lina shrugged. Quinn couldn’t help but let out a loud howl of laughter.
“Don’t remind me. Remember the first time I visited your place? The guy interrogated me.” Quinn laughed. “But I suppose you’re not much better…”
Lina frowned slightly at that. “What? I am not even close to being as protective as Calvin!”
Quinn gave the small girl beside him and gave her an unconvinced smile. “Whatever you say, Cherie.”
Lina, not catching the sarcasm in his voice, simply waved her hand in dismissal and made her way to the door. “Well, I best be off. Goodnight Martín, love you!”
When the door to the studio closed, Quinn remained in the studio; alone and the room darkened by the loss of sun gazing through the windows. He dug his hands in his front pockets, his smile left on his face.
“Goodnight Dubois.”
Happy Harbor
June 20
21:35
It didn’t take long for Lina to fly home at top-speeds, shower, get changed into some nicer civvies, and zeta over to the cave. Another talent she had picked up in her years as a hero; she had become very good at quickly changing clothes. Robin had once told her that it was one skill every hero grew into after time.
And just as she thought of the young, raven-haired boy; he materialized in the Zeta-tube beside her.
“Fancy meeting you here Airhead.” Robin cracked open a grin as his eyes met Lina’s figure.
“You as well, Boy Blunder.” Lina nodded. “I was just thinking of you actually.”
Robin’s smirk doubled in length, and a hand swept through his hair. “I knew my good looks and charm had to get your attention eventually.”
Lina let out a loud snort of laughter. “Mhmm, sure. I think you’ve been spending a little too much time around Wally.” She rolled her eyes. “Get back to me when you’re not a child, okay?”
Robin joined into the French girl’s laughter as they made their way into the kitchen, where they found Kaldur, Conner, and M’gann waiting.
“Ah, you two made it!” M’gann exclaimed happily. “Sorry for the last minute plans, but Wally’s idea to go camping sounded like so much fun!”
“No problem M’gann.” Robin shrugged. “Beats patrolling with Bats any day of the week in my book.”
“It was kind of you to invite everyone.” Kaldur nodded.
“But where’s Wa-“ Before Lina could finish her question, the ginger speedster sped into the kitchen with his hands full of camping supplies.
“Gathered a couple chairs, some firewood,  scrounged the pantry for graham crackers, chocolate and marshmallows; and now we’ll cozy up together outside…”
Wally’s voice trailed off as he entered the kitchen and caught a look at his teammates waiting inside, his expression full of surprise which led everyone to believe that these plans were not made with them in mind.
“We’re going to need a lot more stuff than that if we’re gonna go camping!” Robin smirked.
Happy Harbor
June 20
21:56
“This was a great idea, don’t you think Wally? Camping in the great outdoors…” The cheeky mockery in Robin’s voice could be heard a mile away.
After digging into some supplies around the cave, the group had found enough to be used for all six of them. Three two-person tents, a hammock, more firewood and food, a few chairs that could be used outside, even a cooler that the teens used to store the food in case of any animals that may be lurking in the woods.
It was the true camping experience, save for the actual home base that was less than a kilometre away from the campsite.
“I don’t remember inviting you.” Wally huffed. “Besides, I didn’t say anything about camping. I said a campfire. Big difference between just a campfire and the whole camping thing, I don’t like camping outside anyways…”
Wally sent a grinning look over his shoulder at M’gann, who was sitting far back from the fire. As Martian and Atlantean biologies were extremely susceptible to high temperatures, such as fire, both M’gann and Kaldur had to sit far away from the fire as to not receive any unwanted heat.
“...unless, of course, I’m camping with that special someone.”
“Dude, that was borderline creepy.” Robin cringed.
If M’gann had noticed Wally’s flirting or Robin’s line, she didn’t bother to show it. “Well, I think all of us camping is a wonderful idea!” The alien girl piped up.
“She didn’t seem to think my line was too bad,” Wally smirked.
Robin looked at Lina, noticing her holding back her on cringing. “She’s probably on a sugar overload.”
“Thanks to Wally, I get to try s’mores for the first time.” M’gann cheered as she took a bite of the mushy marshmallow-chocolate-graham cracker concoction on her stick.
“What can I say? I’m a sweetie!” Wally quipped. “Get it? Cause s’mores are sweet?”
Seeing the Martian girl enjoying her own s’more, Lina looked down at her own with an alien look.
“I do not understand this dessert…” Lina muttered.
“They don’t have s’mores in France?” M’gann asked, mouth full of gooey marshmallow.
Lina shook her head. “Marshmallows aren’t very popular, and graham crackers aren’t even available anywhere that I know of…” After poking the melted sugars white goo spilling out from the dessert, the girl wrinkled her nose and handed hers to M’gann; who ecstatically snatched it and popped the dessert into her mouth.
“So this is what you do when you go camping?” Superboy asked, gesturing to their makeshift camping grounds. “Sleep in these flimsy things called ‘tents’ and sit around the fire?”
“Yeah, that’s pretty much about it. So if you feel like heading home, I can sit here with Ms. M...alone.”
“You’re about as subtle as a train wreck, you know that?” Robin grinned. The flames reflecting off his sunglasses, which he was still wearing despite it being the middle of the night, made his mischievous features look downright malicious.
“You’re not going to catch any fish unless you go fishing dude!” Wally replied, then seemed to catch himself as he looked back at Kaldur-who was cringing a little at the metaphor. “Sorry, no offence.”
“Usually,” Robin cut in, crossing his arms, “you sit around the campfire and tell stories.”
“Oh!” M’gann exclaimed, whipping around to face Kaldur who broke off his eye contact with Lina to face the Martian. “I would love to hear your story Kaldur. Could you tell us how you became Aqualad?”
“I was thinking more of a ghost story type of thing but I guess…whatever.”
Seeing the flames continue to brighten the boy’s sunglasses along with the almost evil in appearance expression, a shiver ran through Wally’s spine.
“Dude, tone down the evil villain vibes would ya? You’re creeping me out!” Wally whisper-shouted.
“Oh, I suppose I could do that if you do not think it will be too boring…” Kaldur said, eyes darting around his teammates to get a reading on how they may feel about the suggestion. Everyone’s interests seemed to be piqued however, everyone’s eyes on him save for Robin’s-whose head was tilted in his direction but his eyes still lay focused on the flames before him.
“Not at all! I would love to hear it!” M’gann nodded.
Ever self-conscious about being in the spotlight, Kaldur took one more look around the campfire. When his eyes landed on Lina, whose head was propped up in her hands as she waited for him to begin. Her eyes displayed such excitement, even though she already knew his story from many a telling, and the Atlantean felt a sense of confidence flow through him. His mind began to formulate his story, piecing together the chapters of his life as his grey-teal eyes became entranced by the fire.
“Well, I grew up in the city of Shayeris, which is a city in Atlantis. Surface dwellers think all Atlanteans are the same, but our kingdom has many cities, many people, many cultures. When I was twelve, I completed my education and began my mandatory service in the Atlantean military-which is standard for all at that age.”
“After a while, I was transferred to the prestigious Conservatory of Sorcery in the Atlantean capital of Poseidonis. Queen Mera is the Head Mistress of the Conservatory and wife of King Orin, Aquaman. It was a very different time for me. It was difficult, as it would be for anyone at age fourteen I suppose, but also a time in my life where I met friends that I know will be with me for a lifetime."
"Then came a day...a horrible day when Poseidonis was attacked by the Ocean Master. I can remember it vividly, as if it only happened yesterday. It was the day Aquaman almost met his end."
"Aquaman and Ocean Master fought for what seemed like hours. When the two clashed it seemed to shake the very foundations of the city. Ocean Master had gained the upper hand, and nearly defeated Aquaman." Then, Kaldur paused. "Correction: Aquaman was defeated."
"Garth, a fellow student, and I intervened on the King's behalf. It was the only thing we could think of doing. The danger did not occur to us, the only thing that mattered to us at the time was that our King was in danger. It may have been one of the most foolish things Garth and I had ever done, as we nearly met our own end. We had no hope of defeating him whatsoever, but the time we spent engaged in battle against the Ocean Master was time enough for our King to recover. That was all he needed as Aquaman finally triumphed over Ocean Master."
"Aquaman is a being of two worlds. On the surface world, he fights for justice of all beings, under the sea he is a leader of many. Both carry the weight of responsibilities. Overwhelming responsibilities that only the best of men can carry for so long. Even Aquaman cannot do both forever. Realizing that on the surface both Batman and Green Arrow had taken on apprentices that could one day take over their respective mantels, King Orin had been contemplating the same idea. With this in mind, he approached both Garth and myself with the possibility of becoming his proteges. I must admit, the possibility intrigued me immediately."
"I had never been to the surface world, and I will be the first to admit that I am a bit of an adventurer. Many is the day in class that I would dream of visiting distant oceans and possibly, one day, even the surface world. Both Garth and I seriously considered the King's offer. But Garth ultimately chose to continue his studies with Queen Mera at the Conservatory of Sorcery. For me, however...the chance to visit the surface world was a dream come true. So at the age of fourteen, I became Aqualad. I miss my friends, Garth, Tula...but the chance to work with my mentor and King was an opportunity I could not pass up. I like to think the work that I am doing makes a difference."
"The rest of the story you know. Aquaman brought Aqualad to the surface world...and now I am here with you."
Kaldur's story elicited a smile from pretty much everyone, although on differing levels.
Lina stretched her back over the log she was leaning against, moaning slightly as she did. "I love stories of the fathoms below…" she sighed.
"So you wanted to be Aqualad?" M'gann asked.
"Yes, the opportunity alone...I could think of no other path." Kaldur spoke with a small, content and nostalgic smile on his lips.
"If you think he wanted to be Aqualad so badly, let me tell you about how I got started." Wally piped up.
"Oh this ought to be good." Lina heard Robin mutter.
"It literally goes back a couple generations. Each generation of Flash has started with a bang! Literally! Jay Garrick was in a freak accident: Boom! There it is. During the 40s and 50s, he was everywhere. 'The fastest man alive', Jay Garrick was the first Flash."
"Then, one day this guy comes along; a huge fan of The Flash, wanting to know all about this Jay Garrick-back in those days Jay didn't really hide his identity-he contacts Jay and the two spend hours and hours talking about his adventures and his accident that turned him into the Flash. This guy even goes so far as to re-create the accident that created the original! But whereas Jay Garrick's was a complete freak accident, this guy rre-createsit under laboratory conditions; he set the whole thing up in his lab and tried to make it happen. Result? Still a big explosion, but lo and behold he becomes speedy mcspeed-speed himself! Now he's The Flash. Well, not the original Flash, but the new Flash...the Flash we all know! Now that I'm saying all this...they probably could have used different names…But now this time, he was even faster than the old Flash! He had even more speed!"
Wally popped another s'more into his mouth, then continued his story.
"Okay, so check this! The second Flash is a fan of the first Flash-Jay Garrick-and it turns out great minds think alike! Cause I was a fan of the Flash! The second one, not the first. Well, I was a fan of Jay Garrick after I got to meet him, but he was a little before my time."
"Long story short, one day I was in my Uncle's house and stumbled across his old notebooks, and got the shock of a lifetime. That was the day I found out my uncle was The Flash! Once the shock had passed a bit, I kept reading. He had been keeping a journal of all his experiences and experiments! Especially the one that made him the Flash-the second one, not the first-""We get it already!" Robin interrupted.
Wally ignored his friend's outburst and carried on.
"When I found that out, I would kind of keep hinting to my uncle that Flash could maybe use and needed a partner. I mean, come on, by this time Bats already had Robbie over there, GA had Speedy, Aquaman had Kal...heck, even RT had Lina at that point! This was a total no-brainer! I've got to admit, Flash was a little resistant at first."
"Does this story sound confusing to anyone else?" Superboy asked.
"Just let me finish, and you will be confused no more Supey!" Wally winked, sending finger guns to the clone. "So, having his journal just like he saw the previous Flash's, I try to recreate the experiment with my own chemistry set. And what do you know? I was actually able to do it."
"The experiment actually worked?" Kaldur asked.
"Well...not at first, actually." Wally suddenly seemed a little uncomfortable. "I was hurt in the explosion, it was pretty bad...but although the super speed didn't kick in for a couple weeks, when it did; I was perfectly fine, and then I was off and running. I couldn't wait to show Flash! When he saw that I had powers, how could he not want me as a partner? You guys should've seen his face when I showed him! This time he jumped at the chance to have me as his partner, Flash couldn't wait to show me off to the world! He was beyond ecstatic, he couldn't contain his excitement! It was the greatest day in the history of the world! Why you ask?"
"We didn't." Robin snorted.
"That's the day the world got Kid Flash!"
Wally remained silent, as if waiting for people to applaud, then said with an air of victory and pride, "You. Are. Welcome."
"Ah yes, we're all so pleased that you're so speed-capable." Robin snickered. Wally shot a glare at him.
“What’s the matter? Jealous?” Wally asked.
“Sheeyah, right. Jealous of you?”
"What about you Lina?" M'gann cut in, catching the small brunette's attention.
"Moi?" Lina asked, then laughed awkwardly. "I can assure you, mine's not as interesting as fighting alongside great monarchs or sciencey explosions…"
"As long as it's not so confusing…" Superboy shrugged.
"C'mon Lin', you've got a great origin story!" Wally cheered on.
Lina sighed, a timid heat crawling up to her ears, and she found herself fiddling with a strand of hair.
"Well, then...I guess I should start with where I grew up. My family line worked in the circus industry for generations, right down to my parents, my brothers and I. We performed for a European Travelling Circus, Cortez' to be exact...it was my home. My father was a stagehand, he was never one for acts himself, but my brothers were a fire-dancer and an animal tamer respectively and my mother and I...we were an acrobatic duo! Aerial work, floor routines, silks, contortion, gymnastics...everything you could think of, we specialized in! Growing up in a circus...there's nothing else like it. The acts, the work that goes into it, the family...it's perfect."
Lina's eyes seemed to light up as she spoke, but then suddenly the light seemed to fade. "But then...there was a fire. The authorities never figured out how it started, but my mom and I got crushed in some debris when she tried to save me and...when the smoke cleared my mother had…passed. I was put into a coma lasting for months. Apparently, nothing in the circus lay untouched by the flames. With the destruction it wreaked, and then with one of the most prominent families in Cortez' history leaving after the death of their monarch...the circus closed before the end of the season."
"But then, while in my coma, this power in me suddenly manifested. Somehow, I don't know exactly how, I created a giant tornado in the France countryside. Thank God nobody was hurt, and the destruction was minimal considering. But when I woke, the Justice League was there. My family had explained everything to them and then; Red Tornado, Black Canary, and Batman came into my hospital room and talked to me. They told me of how Red was willing to take me in as an apprentice, teach me to control my powers, and Black Canary would help me heal while also teaching me hand-to-hand combat. My family wasn't too happy at this initially...but I agreed. I felt like I needed to do something so it wouldn't happen again."
"Then started a whole year of training. Being in a coma for months while I healed from serious wounds had left my body weak and brittle, so I had a lot of work to do. But as I'm sure you'll all find soon, Black Canary is the perfect person to 'whip you into shape', no matter what shape you start off in. And then, after I was deemed ready by both my mentors, I was officially given the title 'Zephyr' and I started fighting evil. And now...here I am, with all of you."
"...I'm sorry about your Mother." M'gann frowned. The girl looked a little guilty, but Lina shook her head and smiled.
"It's alright, I have made peace with her passing. And besides, I know that wherever she is...she's happy that her family is all well and safe."
"You really don't know where your powers come from?" Superboy suddenly asked. His question surprised Lina, but she answered nonetheless.
"I do not. The League has apparently attempted to find out, I even was the subject of a couple of tests at STAR Labs for a couple of days because we wanted to figure it out, but...we simply do not know." Lina shrugged.
“I’m sure we’ll figure it out soon.” Robin shrugged. “Just gotta find the right people.”
The French girl gave the younger boy beside her a smile and gently rustled his hair. “Merci...perhaps one day…”
“Can you tell us how you got started Robin?” M’gann asked.
Wally answered with a loud snort of laughter, which seemed to put Robin in a very bitter mood as the raven-haired male looked away and began to pout a little. “Are you kidding? Bats won’t even let him tell anyone his real name!”
Finally looking back at his best friend, Wally noticed that the youngest of the group was looking particularly uncomfortable. A slight blush was dusted on his cheeks, and his shoulders were slouched. The ginger also noticed the fact that Robin was avoiding looking at Lina at all costs. As if just looking at her, or as Wally knew-thinking too much about the story she had just told-would lead him to unravel. Wally sidestepped and reevaluated what he just said.
“I mean...you’ll probably get a better origin story out of Supey over there.” The ginger motioned to the shadowy figure across the fire from him.
“But you all already told me his story, didn’t you?” M’gann spoke. “You told me that the four of you rescued him from CADMUS.”
Wally nodded. “That we did.”
“Yes, chronologically Superboy is only 16 weeks old,” Kaldur explained
“And you don’t have any memories of what happened before you were rescued?” The Martian girl asked Superboy.
If Superboy was at all anxious from having the attention suddenly tossed onto him, he didn’t bother to show it. “I have some memories...from the g-gnome…it would teach me about the world outside while I was in the containment pod.”
This made M’gann smile but then frown slightly. “So you can remember things? When you were in the containment pod they would feed you information and you could remember it, right?”
“I guess so.” Superboy shrugged indifferently.
“Well if you can remember what they taught you, you must have been thinking about things as they fed you information,” M’gann said, her voice almost analytical in a sense. “What did you think about?”
“When I was in the containment pod, I was fed information. But I really didn’t start thinking for myself until I got out.”
“Well what kinds of things do you think about now?”
The group seemed unsure of why the sudden interrogation had sprung up surrounding Superboy’s thoughts, but when the clone hesitated in his answer the attentions of all the experienced proteges seemed to be piqued. And when the boy looked back at everyone with a gaze that was equal parts cold and empty, several warning signs began to go off in their heads. The only exception to this was Robin, who Wally noticed hadn’t reacted at all.
“The one thing that’s always on my mind...destroying Superman.”
Almost in unison, a chill crept up every single hero’s spines. Upon seeing the shocked expressions on their faces, Superboy stood from his chair and turned away from the group.
“Are you serious Superboy?” M’gann asked.
Superboy paused. “...it’s how I feel...sometimes. What if that’s why I was created? What if that’s the only reason I was created?”
“That’s not possible.” M’gann shook her head.
“Yeah! Look at all the good stuff you’ve done so far!” Wally exclaimed.
“What would be the possible reasoning behind this thinking?” Kaldur inquired.
Superboy sighed, and his fists tensed by his sides. “I just feel...I don’t know what I feel. Sometimes thoughts happen.”
“Those would be silly thoughts!” M’gann chipped. “You should put them out of your head.”
“He does have a valid point.” Robin pointed out, but the tone of his voice made it evident he did not want to be the realistic one in this scenario. “We really don’t know anything about what they did to him yet…”
Reaching up, Lina touched Wally’s arm and the two looked to one another for a moment, then nodded.
“We know he’s one of the good guys, and we know he’s part of the team,” Wally argued, standing up.
“We know he fought side-by-side with us to get out of Cadmus, and helped to free us from being cloned ourselves,” Lina added on, standing up herself and floating over to the clone. She was joined by Wally, spare s’more in his hand.
“In this world, actions speak louder than words,” Kaldur spoke. “Superboy has proven his intentions with his actions.”
“Hero, villain. Human, or otherwise. Each and every living being has a balance of good and evil in them. That includes all of us here today, whether we choose to recognize that or not.” Lina nodded and placed a caring hand on Superboy’s shoulder. “What matters is what part of that balance we choose to act on. You’ve proven several times that you act on the good.”
“Exactly!” Wally exclaimed, and shoved the s’more into Superboy’s hands. “So put those thoughts outta your head Supey! And while you’re at it, have another s’more.”
Superboy looked down at the s’more, his expression shrouded in shadow. “Thank you...all of you.”
As Wally and Lina sat back down, the former nudged Robin with his foot. “Dude, what’s wrong? Not like you to zone out mid-monologue.” Wally whispered.
“I guess Superboy isn’t the only one lost in thought tonight…” Robin whispered back, ever so mysteriously.
An awkward silence spilled over the teens. The only sound surrounding them being the cracking of the fire and the odd rustle in the bushes. Nearly everyone shifted uncomfortably in their seats, not wanting to continue in the awkwardness but not wanting to be the first to speak after such a dramatic moment. But never being one to like silence of any sort, especially amongst friends, Wally’s eyes latched onto the only person who had not given their own personal origin story.
“Hey! Miss M! What about you? What’s your dealio?”
“Oh...uh, I guess since you all told your stories…” M’gann cleared her throat, which had suddenly gotten very dry. “I guess, well, I’m from Mars…”
She slapped her head, “Hello Megan, you all already knew that!”
“All Martians live in underground tunnels because the surface is inhabitable. Our family lives are very intertwined because, as you already know, we mostly communicate telepathically. This helps the large families of Mars keep a sense of community and stay closer."
"Large families?" Wally asked, looking intrigued. "How many are in in your family?"
"Martian families are quite large. I myself have twelve sister and seventeen brothers. In my extended family I have over three hundred counsins." M'gann explained. Everyone's eyes widened at this, especially Wally's.
"Three hundred?" The speedster asked.
"Yes."
"Are they all girls like you?"
"Dude!" Robin exclaimed. "You are a class act!"
"Dude!" Wally called back. "Three hundred girls that look like her? Now that's a planet I want to visit!"
Lina nudged Wally with her foot. "Bordering on creepy again, KF."
"Well, half of my cousins are male, but yes. Most Martians look similar...mostly Green like my Uncle J'onn and myself. But there are other...differences. There are also Martians who are red and white...but some on my planet do not see the whites as equal."
"Well, that's a little ironic, compared to Earth…" Lina thought.
"My parents are both green, and I was raised in what would be called a 'liberal' type of environment. My family, I, have no issue with white Martians. Others...are not as tolerant."
"What made you come to Earth?" Kaldur asked, and Lina could notice a little bit of discomfort in his voice.
"Of all the brothers, sisters, parents, aunts, uncles; the family member I was closest to was Uncle J'onn. We had a great relationship." M'gann went on to explain. "We would watch exploits on Earth with the rest of the Justice League. He grew to be a true beacon of hope and stood for what our society could achieve. He became the most famous Martian in our history! And upon his return to Mars, it was considered a planetwide celebration! But his return was not for adoration...he had a more specific purpose in mind."
"Upon learning about all of you-Robin, Aqualad, Zephyr, Kid Flash, and Speedy-J'onn decided now was the time to introduce a younger Martian hero to Earth."
"J'onn J'onzz came back to Mars and declared he would hold a competition to find the next Martian champion that would be returning with him to fly amongst the heroes of Earth. I decided I would enter the competition, as it seemed so did half the population of Mars. I however, was coming to Earth. The competition was fierce and dangerous. It was exciting, and consumed the lives of every single Martian on the planet."
"At first, Uncle J'onn seemed as if he didn't want me to compete. I thought maybe it was because he didn't want me coming to Earth. I had seen some of his adventures, they were life-threateningly dangerous. But I was not going to let that stop me, I was determined to win! From everything I had seen and heard of Earth from that point...I had loved it. I wanted to come see it for myself, I would not be bested. I won the whole competition."
"My heart soared! I was coming to Earth! This was the most exciting point of my life, and now I am here with all of you! I am a part of the Team! I truly love it."
"We are happy you're here with us as well M'gann." Kaldur smiled.
"You could say that again," Wally added.
"And I hope we continue to live up to the...what's that word…'hype'." Lina reached over to pat Megan's leg.
Pulling the conversation away, Robin stood and stretched. "Well...I don't know about you guys, but I think I've had one s'more too many. I'm going to hit the old sleeping bag."
"Yes!" M'gann cheered. "This has been such an amazing evening, but I am so excited to sleep in a tent!"
"I'm right behind you." Wally piped up, only to be pulled back by Robin.
"Yeah, only you're sleeping in this tent right over here," Robin spoke, motioning to the tent that the two boys had agreed beforehand to share.
As everyone began to stand, M'gann turned to face Lina. "Are you turning in as well?"
"I believe so, I'll be in in a minute." The human girl nodded, stretching her neck to crack the bones. The girl with green skin nodded happily and zoomed over to the tent belonging to the two of them.
"Hey, next time you think we should go camping for real? Like in an actual camping ground instead of in our own backyard?" Wally asked.
"You don't strike me as the outdoorsy type...maybe next time we'll try down the hill a bit." Robin shrugged indifferently.
"You're certain your family is fine with you staying the night here again?" Kaldur asked the small French girl standing beside him, who nodded in response.
"Believe me, they are more than fine with it. Last I spoke with them my older brother said, and I translate, "it's good to have your sorry butt out of the house for once”.” Lina laughed a little. “What about you? I hope this isn’t stopping you from visiting Atlantis.”
Kaldur shrugged. “Atlantis will survive without me for a few more days. For now, my place is with the team-my friends.”
Lina smiled at this, and gently bumped her shoulder with his. “I’m glad to hear it! But for now, I think your place is getting some sleep.” Kaldur’s lazy smile turned into a chuckle.
“The same to you.”
“In that case,” The air-manipulator grinned and took a curtsy to both the Atlantean and the clone, who had been silently watching them with an empty expression, “I wish you adieu et bonne nuit.”
Kaldur watched Lina turn and leave, a small smile itching at the corners of his mouth, but Superboy just turned to face the flames once again. After a moment, the Atlantean focused back on the Kryptonian.
“That was a fun evening indeed, but I think I will be turning in as well...unless you would like some company, Superboy?”
“No, that’s okay.” The younger boy barely made a physical notion of whether he had heard Kaldur or not, “I’ll turn in soon. I just want to sit here with the fire a bit longer.”
Kaldur nodded but didn’t question the response. “Well, if you need anything; you know we are all here for you.”
And with that, Kaldur left to enter his own tent. But Superboy continued to stand, his eyes on the dancing flames but his gaze seeming to go straight through them. As if even though his body was standing there, in the makeshift camp site, but his mind and thoughts were...elsewhere.
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Get Wrecked chapter 7
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Chapter 7
It was night by the time Kat stepped out of the shower. The full moon hung in the sky making the dark sky turn to a deep blue as stars peeked out here and there over the water of Maines coastline. Kat leaned out of her balcony enjoying the peaceful view. She now wore a simple white t shirt and baggy white sweatpants having to throw away the clothes she was previously wearing.  Her hair she just let hang down her back and dry in the wind. It was so long now it reached below her waist. She was too tired to put it up or anything right now and showed with the bags under her eyes. It has been a long day for her and she wanted to sleep but couldn’t. She was still angry about the prank Stretch and Stink pulled on her. She never liked going to bed angry. She opted to be alone up here and just try to relax the best she could.
 Kat continued to enjoy the view as a delivery car pulls up with a ridiculous amount of pizza piled in the back. She watched as a pimple faced delivery boy approached the house. She smirked knowing what was about to happen. That poor kid was about to lose his job.
Her smirk broke into a smile as a loud shriek filled the air followed by the trios laughter. Looking back down she chuckled as the diver boy dropped the pizza and ran. Or tried too. His pants were around his ankles and he was waddling to his car screaming while the trio threw slices of pizza at him. He fell when Stinky floated up and gave him a smell of his garlic breath. The kid nearly passed out. The whole scene was hilarious. She knew she was probably going to Hell for laughing but she couldn’t stop the fit of laughter that escaped from her lips.
She could never get tired of the ghost’s shenanigans. They were pretty lively for a bunch of dead guys. Living with ghosts wasn’t easy but it absolutely had its high points. Putting up with some pranks was worth it if she could laugh like this.  
 Kats stomach growled. She hasn’t eaten anything since breakfast, and she was starving. She needed some of that pizza. But how to get it without being seen by the trio. She didn’t want to be the target of their ire tonight. She had to get down stairs and she had to do it quick or Fatso would eat all the pizza.
She snuck out of her room and into the hall. Thankfully that mess from the guys prank was gone and she could move about without gagging. Kat made it to the top of the stairs and squatted down so that the ghosts wouldn’t see her. She watched while Stinky rubbed garlic on his teeth and Fatso rolled up a whole pizza and ate it in one bite. “Ok there’s those two. where’s crow beak and Casper?
Stretch was in the living room waking Casper up. The kid passed out after his fifth-round of animating.  
“Wake Up Pipsqueak. It’s dinner time.”
The little ghost opened his eyes and yawned still tired from earlier.
“Hey come on, before Fatso eats it all.”  
“Ok Uncle Stretch.”
The two floated into the kitchen nearly half the pizza boxes already empty. Casper feeling hungry rushed into the kitchen brushing Stretch on his side. Stretch stiffened for a second but hid it before Casper could look back. Kat saw this though and so did Stinky and Fatso.
“Shouldn’t those have vanished by now?” Kat questioned to herself.
Stretch entered the kitchen and fixed himself a plate piled high with pepperoni and topped it with ranch.
“Finally.” Kat took out a universal remote and pointed it at the tv in the living room. The tv turned on and she increased the volume.  That caught the attention of the ghosts in the kitchen.  
“What The? Isn’t doc asleep in the library?” Stinky questioned while chewing on some garlic bread.
“Maybe its Kat. Fatso why don’t you go and wish her a goodnight.” Stretch looked at his brother with an evil smirk.
Kat shuddered. Fatso’s hugs were the things of nightmares for Kat. Kat liked hugs but she liked to breath even more. Fatso has made her pass out more times than she could recall. That and she would always wake up with a hangover for some reason. That alone was enough for Kat.
Fatso flew into the living room ready to hug Kat but she wasn’t there. Puzzled, Fatso turn off the tv. Kat still ducked behind the stairs turn the tv back on. Confused, Fatso turned it off again but once again Kat turned it on and turned the volume all the way up. The Disney intro theme boomed through the house alerting the three ghosts in the kitchen. All of them left to inspect the living room. Kat taped the power button and volume button down so they couldn’t turn the tv off or change the volume.
Stretch Stinky and Casper entered the living room
“Hey, Fatso what’s keeping you?” Stretch demanded floating to his brother.
“The tv won’t turn off.” Fatso explained.
“What do you mean it won’t turn off?” Stinky yelled over the loud music.
To add to their confusion Kat turned on the playstation3. The loud intro rang loud enough to make the windows shake and all the ghosts to cover their ears and smash random buttons in an panicked attempt to shut it off.
Casper pressed the power buttons not having any luck.
While the ghosts struggled with the tv, Kat took this chance to enter the kitchen and grab some pizza. She was just about to get a plate for herself when she saw Stinky about to unplug the tv. She didn’t have a lot of time so she grabbed a plate of pizza that was closest and ran for it.
  Once the Tv was unplugged the four ghosts floated back into the kitchen to finish the pizza.
“What the Hell was that all about?” Stretch asked Fatso
“I wish I knew.” Fatso answered with a shrug.
“Well its over now.” Stinky said with relief.
“Lets eat before this gets cold. Hey Fatso.”
“Hmm?” Fatso turned to his nephew.
“Last one there gets to pick off all the pepperoni from the losers slice and has dibs on the rest of the garlic bread!” Casper said zipping back to the kitchen.
“OH, It’s On Squirt!” Fatso flew after him.  
“Hey! You Leave My Garlic Bread Out Of THIS!!” Stinky raced after the two.
Stretch Just shook his head smiling at the shenanigans of his brothers and nephew. A light chuckle escaped from him as he entered the kitchen that was now in complete chaos. Stinky zoomed to the ceiling his arms full of garlic bread while Casper and Fatso chased after him. Garlic powder, parmesan and breadcrumbs fell all over the kitchen like snow.
Enjoying the scene before him, Stretch reached down for some of his pizza only to touch the tables wooden surface. His head whipped down searching for the plate he left here only a minuet ago. His eyes flashed a deep red/violet.
“WHERES MY PIZZA!!”
 Kat smiled as she heard him shout from below. She took another highly satisfying bite out of the ranch saturated pepperoni slice.
Kat texted Casper letting him know it was her who messed with the tv and she was sorry for freaking him out.
“That Was YOU?” Casper texted back.
“Yes.”
“…You took his pizza didn’t you.”
“Also yesJ”
“He’s pissed.”
“LOL good.”
“Why must you anger him?”
“He angers me.”
“You two have been at war for over a decade. You ever get tired of it?”
“Sometimes. But then I’m reminded how much of a jerk he is and how much fun it is to stick it to him.”
“Easy for you to say, you don’t get flung to the moon every time he’s mad at you.”
“What can I say? I hate him, he hates me. I don’t see this changing anytime soon.”
“I know just try to avoid really hurting each other. Me, Stinky, Fatso, and your Dad. We care about both of you. We don’t want to see either of you hurt.”
“AWWWWW.”
“Don’t start that. Just try to be more careful ok?”
“Ok”
A loud crash came from downstairs.
“Got to go before he rage brakes something important.”
“Goodnight Casper.”
“Night.”
With that Kat plugged in her phone and laid down intending to go to sleep. But she felt something poke her back. Sitting back up she looked at what she was laying on. Her eye caught something nauseatingly pink.
“Oh right, I nearly forgot about this.” Kat picked up the wedding invitation and opened it up.
“ugh, come on, even the handwriting is pink? How am I supposed to read this?”
Turning on a light she began to attempt reading it. The light made thing easier but still I was hard to look at. It looked like something the 90s world of Barbie threw up.”
You are personally invited to the wedding of Vic and Amber!!
Date:3/24/07
Location: Advent Christian church
There will be a bachelor and bachelorette co-op party at the Half Acre nightclub in Bangor on the 17th and a rehearsal dinner on the 22nd at the church.
The theme is Love.
Guests are required to have formal dress and a date at the wedding and they need to come to the rehearsal dinner. Also if you do show up alone, we will pair you with someone. You can’t escape LOVE.
All need to dance one slow song with their date. The color theme is red, white, and pink so dress in those colors.
“I know she gave me this as a way or extending a hand of friendship, but this is… uh, yea. Not going to do this.
Live music
Lord Huron .
Jose’ Gonzales.
The Cure.  
“Lord Huron? Jose’ Gonzales?  the Cure? THEE CURE?! All three of my favorite artist at the same venue? How they get The Cure? “
She glanced at the pink paper. Debating the prize of seeing her favorite performers live Vs what she would have to put up with to do so.
Ultimately desire won.
“I Can’t pass this up! Ok I can find a date for a wedding. This is what dating apps are for. As for that dancing part, Just twirl in a circle like what you did with Casper.”  
Kat then glanced at her clock and saw it was getting late.
“Ok so today was the fifteenth. I’ll look at this more tomorrow and talk to dad about a ride to Bangor.”
Feeling thirsty she left for the kitchen but paused. She looked at the antler on her desk. She had a hunch on why Stretch has been slow to heal. She grabbed the dismembered horn before heading down for some water.
Meanwhile
Two out of three of the trio were asleep. Stretches bed was empty.
Stretch was in one of the bathrooms looking over his bruises. They faded but still really hurt and he was looking for anything that could help with pain.
He paused in his search when he heard a light taping of bare feet on the floor just out in the hall. waiting for it to pass he peeked through the wall and saw Kat head for the kitchen. He decided to follow her and wait for a good opportunity to scare her.
As she got to the kitchen and filled a glass with water, Stretch was getting ready to shapeshift into a burglar and scare her.
But his chance was lost when Kat spoke.
“Hey pillow case, word of advice. Find a different target. I know you too well for you to scare me.”
Stretch scowled at her, turning back before he spoke.
“what are you talking about? I can still scare you stiff Skin Sack! You looked pretty scared when you hit a deer and the auto repair. Blood gets ya.” Stretch said flicking some blood at her from his fingers.
Kat quickly poked his side and he flinched startled by the quick movement and sharp pain. He moved away shocked. And in that moment Kat whipped out her camera phone a snapped a pic.
“ You mean looking like this?” she said coolly as she turn the screen around for him to see his shocked expression.
Stretch cheeks redden a little but he scowled over it.
“Why you- Stretch was about to jump he
“Hold on.” Kat put up a hand and held out the antler.
“Is this why your still in pain from earlier? You’re not all there?”
Stretched scowl softened into an annoyed frown.
“I was missing ectoplasm. Should have known. ” Stretch extended his hand to the antler and it immediately dissolved. The pain for the bruises vanishing with it. Stretch sighed in relief as the pain in his torso eased to nothing.
“Thank you, Now delete that photo.”
“Why?”
“I have a reputation to uphold, delete it.”
“what reputation is that tough guy?”
“Just do it. Delete it from your phone.”
“Fine *click* its gone from my phone.”
“See, was that so Har-”
He was cut off as Kat ran up the stairs before saying something horrible to him.
“Now you just got to delete it from the minds of Casper, Stinky, Fatso, and Dad.”
Kat flashed her phone screen showing him her phone with the sent icon in messages. she sent that photo to everybody in the manner.
The halls shook as he chased the adult woman through the house till she got to her room and used the charm. She laughed as she listened to him scream.
“OH, YOU BIIITCH!!”
He smirked as he heard her laugh through the door.
“She Got me. She got me good.” he thought to himself.
“Sleep Tight Fleshy Because Come Tomorrow Morning, I’m Coming For You!”
“Bring It On You Ghastly Asshole!
“BOTH OF YOU WATCH YOU LANGUAGE! IM TRYING TO SLEEP HERE!!” Yelled Harvey from downstairs.
“Let ME SLEEP!” Stinky yelled from upstairs.
“GHOSTS NEED THEIR SPOOKY REST!”  Fatso yelled with Stinky
“Why is everyone so loud!?!” Casper called from his room in the attic.
“We can and will make you spend the night in that shirt!” Harvey threatened.
The ghost and the girl that everyone was yelling at started quietly laughing. They managed to stir up so much anger by accident and was funny. Call it sadism or an defense mechanism they didn’t know but they couldn’t stop laughing for 5 minuets straight. It got loud enough to keep everybody up. Both slumped on Kats bedroom door leaning against it back to back while they desperately tried to get a hold of themselves so their little family could sleep.  
It turned into a late night for everybody.
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Interview: Enroll in TCM's Exciting and Fun Free Online ‘Mad About Musicals’ Course This June
Throughout June, Turner Classic Movies (TCM) will pay homage to the glorious world of the Hollywood musicals with Mad About Musicals!, a special month of programming celebrating timeless musical classics such as Meet Me in St. Louis, The Wizard of Oz, Singin’ in the Rain, On the Town, My Fair Lady, and Cabaret. TCM is once again partnering with Ball State University and Canvas to offer a free online multimedia course tied to this programming about the history of the musical genre and its evolution. Classes start June 3, but it’s a self-paced program and enrollment is open until June 17. You can sign up for the course at musicals.tcm.com. Check out the amazing schedule of films that will be shown all day and night on TCM every Tuesday and Thursday throughout the month of June. You’ll want to catch as many as you possibly can.
I had the pleasure of talking to Dr. Vanessa Theme Ament, Hollywood Foley artist and professor and film scholar at Ball State University who will be guiding students through the course with help from Academy Award-winning sound designer Gary Rydstrom, film scholar Richard Edwards, and Distinguished Ball State Professor Wes Gehring. She will also be introducing some of the prime time musicals on TCM with host Ben Mankiewicz.
Danny Miller: Vanessa, I saw your great introduction of Silk Stockings (1957) at last month’s TCM Classic Film Festival in Hollywood.
Vanessa Theme Ament: Wasn’t that a fun movie?
It’s one of my absolute favorites even though by all rights, I should hate it: it’s a remake of Ernst Lubitsch’s Ninotchka (1939), Cyd Charisse replaces Greta Garbo with an accent that would hardly pass muster in Moscow, and it’s dripping with 1950s Cold War anti-Soviet propaganda. In short: how dare they! And yet I love every second!
(Laughs.) I know! I love it, too. And frankly, I can’t even think of it as a remake of Ninotchka, I’d prefer to call it more of an “adaptation.”
As a film scholar, I don’t know if you try to avoid every naming favorites, but for my money, no one in the history of Hollywood can touch Cyd Charisse for that style of dancing.  
Oh, I’m with you, Danny! You can talk about all of the immensely talented dancers that were in musicals, and they all have their strengths and appeal, but when it comes down to pure technique and the ability to dance with any partner with that level of style and grace, there really was no one like Cyd Charisse. I really believe that technically, she was the most perfect.
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Agreed. At the festival, you talked about that amazing dance number where she’s making her transition out of her bleak Soviet view of the world into the romance of being in Paris and with Fred Astaire. It’s incredible how much she’s able to convey nonverbally in that dance.
Yes, and we see through that scene that she didn’t have to shut herself off as a woman just because she was rejecting a political and economic theory. That’s such a beautiful number, and what more perfect place to explore that type of transformation than in Paris?
By way of MGM’s Culver City backlot.
Right! No backlot could look more like France than MGM. They sure did it well in An American in Paris (1951), too.
I’m so glad both of those films are on TCM’s Mad About Musicals schedule in June. I was just looking at the whole list and salivating — I want to watch all 84 films! Did you have a hand in choosing them?
Turner Classic Movies selected the movies but they did allow me to have some input. There are a few films, like Cabaret and Funny Girl, for example, that I felt really needed to be there. Of course, there are some they can’t get the rights to so they can’t show. But I have to say that they have an incredibly beautiful variety of films that covers a wide swath of the entire imagination of musicals — everything from the early musicals that were repurposing popular songs to the first story musicals where the songs are being written exclusively for the screen, to Broadway musicals that were transformed into more cinematic stories, to more realistic films that have songs in them, these films have everything going on — even the Beatles!
Can you describe in a nutshell how the online course works?
There are lots of pieces to it but the beauty of it is that you can do as much or as little as you want. We have online filmed discussions with experts — there are 16 of these lecture/discussions with me taking to people about various aspects of making musicals. We also have lecture notes that include images and clips from the films that follow a certain structure for the decade that we’re covering that week.  On Mondays, I do an historic overview of the decade. On Tuesday, I focus on the various stars who were really highlighted during that period. On Wednesday, I cover the behind-the-scenes people who really made a difference in that decade. On Thursday, we focus on specific musical numbers and the style of dance, choreography, and songs from those years. And then Friday is a wrap-up of everything we’ve learned during the week and it includes podcasts I’m doing with Richard Edwards and several other film scholars. We also have a bunch of daily doses of film clips for each of those days. We want to provide lots of ways to get into how these musicals were made and what they meant to the overall culture.
That sounds great. Are there other components?
Yes! On top of all that, we have various games that we’re providing that help with the learning. There’s a game where you look at an image and try to tell whether it’s from a musical, there’s a kind of hangman game where you’re figuring out different people’s names, and lots of other fun experiences so that by the time the week is over you feel substantially smarter about what was going on with musicals in the 30s, 40s, 50s, or 60s, and beyond.
I love the multi-pronged approach. I really think you can learn so many different things about a culture by looking at its musicals in each decade.
Exactly. And in this course you look at them through a theoretical and historical approach, from a technical perspective, examining how different aspects of society are represented, and also by looking at the changing aesthetics. So the awareness comes not only from enjoying the musicals themselves but also from understanding why they came out when they did, how the different studios did them differently, and how the star system impacted everything and why it started to change later on.
I love it. And can people doing the course interact with each other and with you in some way?
Oh, yes! We also have discussion boards where everybody gets a chance to share their knowledge with each other, so anyone involved with the class can talk back to us and say, “Well, I noticed this,” or “What about that?” We have a group discussion with everyone involved. It’s all very interactive and we’ll have some kind of live event later on in the course. On top of that, we have a lot of little extra components. For example, I do a demonstration of how you replace the tap foley in a dance number so people can see how dancing sounds were put in for the dances — those were always put in later by someone like me.
I always wondered about those. Are you saying that when we see Ann Miller’s tap numbers, we’re not actually hearing the sounds she makes while dancing?
No, it’s not really her, those sounds are too hard to capture. And not only that, but the person who created the tapping sounds would actually add in more taps than Ann Miller actually did.
Wow, those always look amazing, the foley artist really had to know what they were doing. This class looks like it will be a blast.
Oh, it’s been so fun to put together and it’s been an enormous amount of work, we’re still adding things. We’ve got all sorts of extras even beyond what I’ve mentioned. I want the class to be intellectually stimulating and to offer lots of different things for people so they can do whatever bits and pieces they’re interested in. There will also be quizzes so they can get badges for accomplishing things they do well, but nobody has to do the parts they don’t want to. It’s really up to the person how much time they put into it.
I assume you’re suggesting that students watch as many of the films they can that are on TCM’s Mad About Musicals schedule?
Absolutely. The prime time ones are really critical but we’ll be discussing many of them. We’ll also get into discussions of how race impacted musicals, the changing roles of women, and a lot of other important issues.  There’s such a rich variety of films that TCM is showing that we can talk about so much.
Is there any limit to the number of people who can take the class?  
No, we can take as many people as are interested. The class starts on June 3, but you can sign up through June 17. Everyone can do it at their own pace. And everything is free, including two free weeks of the great online site FilmStruck
I honestly can’t think of any reason not to enroll, I’m sold! 
And because I like to have a lot of fun, we end up laughing a lot in our lectures, there’s just a lot of fun involved. And during the first week of the prime time showings on TCM, I was fortunate enough to be able to do the intro and outro discussions about the films with Ben Mankiewicz so that was a lot of fun, too. It’s just going to be one big party.
Yay! Would you say that we’re in a kind of resurgence right now of the American musical?
Oh, absolutely. I have a theory as to why musicals dropped off for so many years.  I think that our culture lost sight of what the purpose of musicals really was. And when we became more  cynical, we started thinking that the only purpose of them was to escape from reality, and we became a society that wasn’t escaping that much through film. But then Disney started having music in animation, and it started to come back, until finally people realized that music can help us deal with the realities of our world, too. I think they’re making a huge resurgence now for that reason. Songs today are being written to capture the essence of the real emotion of what we are living through. I think movies like La La Land really captured that zeitgeist. The truth is that musicals have served a different purpose in every decade. I can’t wait for us to all get into discussions about  these things!
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Click here to learn more about TCM’s Mad About Musicals screenings and here to enroll in the free online course that begins on June 3, 2018.
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9 Girls On Why They Switched From Cardio To Weight Training
Anna Danes was a lifelong runner, jogger and walker, but after giving birth to her daughter 12 years ago, she got busy and wasn’t able to keep up her regular exercising number. She soon noticed changes in her body, specially her load beginning to creep up, and eventually went back to a cardio-heavy routine.
She wasn’t seeing solutions, though, and after successfully duelling breast cancer, getting divorced and shaking off her old-time life as a lawyer studying to be a jazz vocalist( her sophomore album,” Find Your Wings ,” topped iTunes’ jazz graph in 2016 ), she knew it was time for a change.
” I’m not ready to look midlife, although there are I am midlife ,” says the 47 -year-old musician.” I’ve got a new life post-divorce: dating and a brand-new vocation that’s taking off .”
So merely three weeks ago she embarked filching loads four times a week, and have so far been noticed major changes.
Aside from failing 8 pounds — no tiny stunt! — Danes says,” My energy is route up too — age-old jog rates are now a breeze .”
While every person is in need of different exercising procedure, and the employ regimen that works best for you may imply all cardio or relatively limited, fitness experts say that a mix of cardio and weight studying can be important is not simply for aesthetic rationales but likewise to help prevent hurts and lessening the risk of osteoporosis, particularly in females.
” I ponder the most important thing about any sporting quest for women … is the general appreciation of competence you get from just knowing that your form can do whatever you need it to ,” says Karen Ko, a Toronto-based forte tutor and personal tutor.” This is huge for women. We’re socialized to defer to men in the field of physical pleasure — they are the experts, they are inherently stronger than us. Strength training defies this narrative and is unusually entitling .”
While some women, especially those face illness or injuries that impede their ability to perform load-bearing activity, do excellent with cardio only, most would benefit from contributing some kind of weight training to their workout routine. Ko says it’s never too late to start, and adds that the” bro culture” of the weight room is changing and are becoming ever more welcoming to beings of all genders.
Need a little brainchild? Give the wander of Danes and the other women below motivate you to try something new.
” I seem in control more, that I can do this, I can get fit on my own precisely by doing the wield — and find strong !”
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Name : Anna Danes
Age : 47
Location : Solana Beach, California
Cardio history : I’ve been a smuggler/ jogger/ hiker the majority of members of “peoples lives”. In my early 30 s, I did a lot of running races but stopped after I became a mummy at 35. Then, my cardio routine depended on what I could get done while tending to a bit girl. As two daughters went older, I returned to the gym sporadically and sometimes had coaches help me( but that could never last because of the expense part ). My very recent routine, before I embarked hoisting, was running on the treadmill at the recommended” fat flame” frequency about two times a week, and going briskly outdoors about five times a week for about four miles each time.
Why she switched: 3 weeks ago, after Mother’s Day, I stepped on the scale and was displeased by what I experienced. Abruptly, during the past year, I had put on 15 pounds of pudge and was starting to look midlife and out of determine, despite my best efforts to do cardio almost every day.
What she does now: I lift weights about four times a week for approximately an hour, with the help of an app on my smart-alecky phone called FitBod. The app prevents racetrack of all your goals and stats, obstructs line of your workouts and varies them daily according to muscle groups that need to be toiled. I try to hit upper and lower mas at the least twice a week.
In addition to lifting, I’ve decided to take my cardio to the next level with the help of another free app, Running. Instead of plodding with no answers, the app helps you use interval education, get motivational build-up from the app’s “coach” and streams upbeat music.
How their own bodies has reacted: Besides failing 8 pounds( which I couldn’t do before for the life of me with exactly running) in simply three weeks, I’ve noticed I am starting to look cut again. There is definition in my abs and arms, which I’ve not seen in a long time. I appear tight, and my scalp finds better all over, has better texture. I’ve also increased my ordinary leading acceleration on the treadmill from 4.2 to 5.5 miles per hour in simply three weeks. I find stronger all over, and can run up and down the stairs in my house precisely doing errands!
I feel 100 percentage better about my outlook on life, more. I seem in control more, that I can do this, I can get fit on my own merely by doing the effort — and feel strong! The brand-new positive mentality is perhaps the most important thing for me.
” People ever ask me if I’m a athlete and I answer,’ No I’m a squat .'”
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Figure: Christie Maruka
Age: 47
Place: Wall, New Jersey
Cardio history: I was always in the gym with a 30 – to 40 -minute cardo session, four or five days a week, either the elliptical or stairs. My exercising included weight qualifying all my body parts, except I didn’t do squattings and dead face-lifts. I did abs every other epoch, longer cardio discussions and higher reps with weights.
Why she swopped : I switched because I started reading and reading a lot more about maidens doing squats and dead-lifting, and they weren’t big or extremely bulky, and I became very interested in trying this. Then I saw Instagrammer Jen Selter( queen of hunkers) and admired her representation, so I followed her and embarked doing squattings and absolutely loved research results I was attending. As I get older, or any woman in their 40 s, we will start misplacing muscle and I want to prevent this as much as possible. Hunker and dead-lifting have given my legs and butt a lot of figure and muscle definition.
What she does now: My routine now consists of higher-intensity weight qualifying , no more than 12 reps. I divided it up into upper person and lower organization, and use the maximum quantity of load I can face-lift. I do rehearsals that have big-hearted, combination gestures and concern the most difficult muscles — like your quads, hamstrings and glutes. My cardio I do at a higher intensity and not longer than 25 instants, and exclusively on the working day I do my upper person. After hunkers and dead heaves, I can just walk out of the gym, so no cardio.
How her body has reacted: I’ve noticed that I’m so much stronger, I have more force and I’m less tired. My figure fat is lower and I’m much leaner, and you can really witness the muscles. Wearing dress and hems during the summer and notion self-confident is when it all pays off. I desire my routine and I enjoy research results. I am forever proclaiming to friends and buyers about crouch and dead-lifting and how great it is. People ever ask me if I’m a athlete and I respond,” No I’m a squatter .” It takes devotion and, for me, working out is a way of life , not a temporary fix.
” It’s so altogether empowering , no believe can pair that .”
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Name : Diana Mitrea
Age : 29
Location : New York City
Cardio history : I have been active the majority of my life, but regrettably, the majority of members of “peoples lives” was wasted doing only cardio. As a kid and in high school, I played football and swim. In college, I would run on the treadmill or outside every so often.
Why she swopped: After graduating, I started educating radical fitness curricula but all of them were around cardio — my favorite class to educate was kickboxing. I would rush around the chamber for 60 minutes with my participants, drenched in sweat. It was astonishing and tons of enjoyable, but I felt that after a few years, my fitness had plateaued. I wasn’t getting leaner or more toned. I too felt like I wasn’t “powerful” enough in front of the class. Some of my other teach peers genuinely were a proximity in front of the area. You looked at them and you thought,” Wow, that person is STRONG .” I wanted to be like that.
What she does now: I signed up with a personal tutor to help me learn more about weightlifting and fortitude instruct. Sometimes I feel people don’t realize the best interests of the having person supporting you accountable and helping you with kind, education and motive. I was defined sufficient to obligate the change that I travelled and obtained several months’ merit of periods and committed to it. Little did I know that I would fall in love with how lifting constituted me feel.
Fast forward to now and I’m incredibly proud of where I’ve gotten in the past few years. I’m a personal teach and group fitness teacher in NYC. I went from zero persuasivenes to being able to dead-lift over 200 pounds, doing various pullups in a row, and can clean and jerk almost my torso weight. [ Editor’s note:” Clean and jerking” refers to a weightlifting flow in which the barbell is pulled up to chest and shoulder altitude and then hoisted above the leader .] I tell every woman I meet to stop being shy and get in that load room! If you don’t know where to begin, hire someone. You will never realize what your figure is truly capable of until “youre starting” picking up real weights.
How her body has greeted: The main difference I notice is that beings compliment me is not simply on my physique( promoting loads actually facilitates out your booty !), but beings are also impressed with what I can do. It’s more than precisely my illusion that hands them a positive mark. It’s so altogether entitling , no feeling can pair that. The other bonus is that I don’t have to work out as often to retain my fitness. I used to throw in two or more cardio hours a day! Now if I miss a day or two, it doesn’t even trouble. I can eat more. My form can burn the meat as fuel only by standing there. It’s amazing to me how everything there is works.
The only thing I care in all this is that I had started lifting sooner. I would be so much stronger now if I had started five years earlier! However, starting now is better than never so I’m glad I discovered this world when I did.
” I never think about needing to be smaller or looking like a fashion model because I require my muscles to perform .”
Stephanie Kennihan
Call: Meghan Kennihan
Age : 35
Location : La Grange, Illinois
Cardio history: I started long-distance running in 2008, half and full marathons, which led to half and full Ironmans from 2011 to 2013. That endeavoured to ultramarathons — 50 km, 50 -miler, 100 km, etc. — for the past three years. During these periods, I was basically doing cardio in the form of biking, loping or swimming for 15 to 20 -plus hours a week, with maybe five of those hours as light-footed circuit-style, high-rep weight schooling — so more cardio than lifting.
Why she switched : I saw the was changed to more heavy lifting and dedicated powerlifting because I was always injured. I would get at least two injuries a year that would knock me out for 2 month, many of them stress ruptures. So I knew I needed to build stronger bones, hips and glutes to subsidize my fortitude activities, and the light-footed weightlifting wasn’t cutting it. A CrossFit gym near my house was starting an eight-week powerlifting class that was going to provide a programme designed and culminate in a competition. It was great to have the support and coaching for the proper kind. I resolved up accommodating rapidly and falling in love with the heavy filches and the powerlifting curriculum. I cracked six Illinois state records at the rival and was fastened. I likewise did not get injured that year.
What she does now : I still compete in ultra leads and perseverance works, but I do only three to four days a week of passing and low-pitched mileage. I do the powerlifting twice a few weeks and mix in other cross-training works, like kettlebells, TRX and yoga, to save my organization estimate and make sure I am a well-rounded athlete.
How her body has greeted: I experience strong and confident. I am a personal coach and flow coach and “its great” when I can challenge my male clients to lifts and introduce them in their region! I never think about needing to be smaller or looking like a fashion model because I need my muscles to perform.
” If there was a zombie cataclysm, I suppose I’d be able to survive !”
Courtesy of Nicole Quiroz
Appoint: Nicole Quiroz
Age : 33
Location : San Diego
Cardio history: I wouldn’t mull myself an ardent smuggler, but it was my top-choice workout before I discovered hoisting. I would run on treadmills or trails around a lagoon or hillsides, do certain kinds of kettlebell workout, followed by whatever diet fad I was on at the moment. One thing was clear to me: I wasn’t getting any results. Sure, loping induced me sweat like a psychopath and gasp for air every second. But I was also injured very often. I would consistently injured my hips, knees and ankles.
Why she switched: Tearing my hip muscle was the most difficult out of all of my hurts and the final straw. It took me almost four months to recover from my hurt. I knew I had to start working out again, but I didn’t want to return to running. That’s when a acquaintance acquainted me to powerlifting and it changed my life.
What she does now: Now, about 90 percentage of my workout is powerlifting. I would start with pulls or yoga, must be accompanied by 10 gives of dead raises and 10 determines of back hunkers. That’s it! I feel like hoisting is the best cardio workout anyone can get. I can burn up to 650 calories in an hour precisely by hoisting weights.
How her body has reacted: The strength and trust I’ve gained through powerlifting has changed my life and my point of view on fitness. There’s a stigma about women and powerlifting — the fear of attain bulk. No, you will not bulk unless you have a strict banquet contrive that purposefully stimulates you bulk. You will gain description and curves, which is what I belief many women who work out are searching for. In additive, I’ve revisited ranging. I’ve noticed that I’m not tired as quickly. I also move faster and can run a longer distance without stopping. The fat I’ve lost and the muscle and persuasivenes I’ve gained through powerlifting have helped subscribe my loping milestones. If there was a zombie apocalypse, I make I’d be able to survive!
” I just wanted more of a person. I’m a petite wife with no curves, which can be scare in today’s booty-obsessed world-wide .”
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Name : Jenay Rose
Age : 27
Location : Los Angeles
Cardio history: I could never really get into working out. I was never athletic growing up, but about three years ago I fell in love with yoga. Vinyasa flow is a fast-paced, incessantly moving practice.
Why she swopped: As I’ve become a more advanced practitioner of yoga( I am now a yoga schoolteacher and wellness influencer ), I have been imploring more. I used to leave a level 3, two-hour yoga class exhausted, but now I am ready for more. I too required a more drastic the process of improving muscle mass. I have always been fairly thin and petite, but as I get older, I desire to have more of a physique. So, I decided to add in weightlifting about three or four weeks ago.
What she does now: I attend three or four yoga castes a week, and train in the gym at the least twice a few weeks, but I am going to up that to four times a week. Once “youre starting” realizing small results, it can be incredibly pleasing and stimulating to work harder, dedicate more and certainly accomplish your goals.
How their own bodies has greeted: Since adding in loads, I feel leaner and stronger — physically and mentally. Yoga is unbelievably comforting and replenishing for me, but I wasn’t 100 percent glad with my physical appearing. I just wanted more of a torso. I’m a petite lady with no curves, which can be daunt in today’s booty-obsessed world. Overall, sweating and detoxifying through works out has established me a happier, kinder and all-around better being. I now have the ability to paths my angst into something positive, benefiting myself and everyone around me. Filching weights realizes me feel like a strong, independent female, while yoga gives me peace of mind and confidence.
” My posture doing it is not very good. But subsequently, I feel really good .”
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Refer: Jacquie Jordan
Age: 46
Point: Los Angeles
Cardio history: My workout routine before hoisting was pretty consistent: float Monday, Wednesday and Friday; spinning Tuesday and Thursday; yoga Saturday; yoga sculpt Sunday. I would also substitute yoga sculpt with jogging or hiking.
Why she switched: I swopped because some parts of my form — no matter what — were not changing or improving. I dine clean. I don’t eat sugar, flour or drink booze. I’m practically no-carb. So I know food is not an issue.
What she does now: I’m really brand-new to the weightlifting, and I enjoy/ loathe it. I hate it because it is so foreign to me, and I have all sorts of preconceived ideas about who should really be doing weightlifting. Since it’s new to me, and I’m already knowledge an important displacement in the body in terms of inches, I have cut back on my other exercisings. I’m doing red-hot yoga to stretch forth and continuing with the swimming.
How their own bodies has reacted: I generally carry weight around my hips and thighs; I seem to be predisposed this way, and the weightlifting is literally cutting through the paunch. I am being trained by Kenneth Rippetoe of One with the Water. This is all foreign to me and I have incredible fight. My outlook doing it is not very good. But afterward, I feel really good.
” I’m positive that my physical fitness facilitated me have a faster and( reasonably) easier delivery of my son in 2016.”
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Name : Alayna Curry
Age : 29
Location : Orlando, Florida
Cardio history: In college, I gained more than the usual” newcomer 15.” Once I graduated, I was fed up with being insecure about my person. I decided to try Zumba since I liked dancing and wasn’t a big fan of other fitness tasks. I fell in love! I moved two to three times a week at first. Formerly I started to feel better about working out, I started doing round grades, very. I’d say at that time, I was doing about four to five cardio grades a week. Eventually, I decided to get licensed in both Zumba and hertz and started educating a few years a week. I was still daunted by weightlifting, so I kept to cardio because I was checking weight loss.
Why she switched: One epoch, I overheard another coach say,” If you’re trying to lose weight, you need to incorporate heaviness into your workout routine , not just cardio .” That was the first time I’d actually received information that. After a while of exactly cardio, I affect a plateau and didn’t really attend any changes in my body, so I decided to start promoting. The biggest motivator for me was having a lifting buddy who was also just starting out, so we could prevent one another accountable.
What she does now: Now I invest more day on loads than cardio. Your person actually wreaks harder and longer during and after weightlifting than cardio, so you get a bigger bang for your horse. As a cultivating mom, it’s hard to find is high time to are going to the gym, but I make an effort to lift three to four times a week. I focus on different domains each day — legs, back and biceps, triceps and chest, and shoulders. I try to incorporate a short abs exercising into every seminar, very. I never do the same workout routine twice. I require my figure to be surprised, and defy my muscles in a different way each week. I do a mixture of machines, free weights and organization weight employs. In addition to lifting, I still do cardio about two to three times a week. I’ve been schooling Zumba for six years old and I desire it. I’m able to burn upward of 750 calories a class. I likewise amble a lot with my family.
How their own bodies has greeted: Once I started promoting, I got a lot of feedback from acquaintances saying I’d lost weight. Funny thought is, I didn’t really lose any pounds, I was just looking leaner and fitter. Now that I’ve been promoting regularly for several years, my force is better and I find stronger. I’m positive that my physical fitness helped me have a faster and( rather) easier give of my son in 2016. I continued to filch responsibly through my pregnancy, which helped me promptly get back into pre-pregnancy chassis afterward. Overall, I feel better and examine better thanks to this lifestyle change.
” I was always self-conscious of having large-scale thighs , now I espouse them because they are strong thighs. These thighs let me squat a lot of heavines !”
Courtesy of Megan Scanlon
Refer: Meghan Scanlon
Age: 29
Location : Boston
Cardio history: Before I started elevating, I did many strength happens. Once I stopped playing football in college, I began to run and completed 10 marathons, including qualifying for and running the Boston Marathon. Running eventually have all contributed to triathlons, including 3 full Ironmans. During this time, I was moving five days a week, anywhere from 5 to 20 miles, biking three to five days between 60 instants and three hours, and swimming three days for about an hour.
Why she swopped: I decided to truly swap my focus after the summer of 2016 due to a hip trauma while training for a marathon. I could act most face-lifts without pain, yet couldn’t range a mile. This is when I watched a shift in my organization, intensity and success lifting. I participated my first powerlifting competition the winter of 2016. After the second epoch I rivalled, I operated a personal-record half-marathon the next weekend.
What she does now: I promote five days a week. Four specific for powerlifting, and the working day I leave for fun. The segment of my workouts varies depending on where I am in my exercise cycles/second, but strays between an hour and two most epoches. I likewise do high-intensity interlude exercise once a week and lope twice, but merely 2 to four miles each time.
How her body has greeted: Since stimulating the switching, my figure structure has changed drastically. It is something I didn’t notice right away and I truly still don’t understand how drastically it has changed until I look at photos and see how much leaner my figure is and how much stronger I am. I have more energy outside of training, which leaves me in a good mental infinite were concentrated in feeing healthfully to fuel my body properly.
While I was training for perseverance affairs … now and then I experienced running around, and it would be hard to eat properly and I would end up bingeing. I too was in the constant mindset of needing to be thinner to excel in endurance occasions, which would conduct me to eat too few calories and again I would end up bingeing. So although my calorie flame was much higher while training for marathons and Ironmans, my nutrition was not nearly as good. The other thing that has changed is my confidence. I was always self-conscious of having big-hearted thighs , now I cuddle them because they are strong thighs. These thighs let me squat a lot of load! It is amusing, I am even more confident in my working( short distances, of course !) and have run a lifetime mile personal record this year. I am so much more self-confident in my own surface, which assigns to all aspects of my life.
Looking for resources to help on your weightlifting pilgrimage? Personal trainer Ko recommends Girls Gone Strong, Starting Strength and Stronger by Science to help you get started and study smart.
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'Awards Chatter' Podcast — Common ('13th')
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'Awards Chatter' Podcast — Common ('13th')
“The biggest blessing is the platform that it creates,” the rapper and activist Common says of the widespread awards recognition that his music has received over the past few years, as we sit down at the offices of The Hollywood Reporter to record an episode of THR‘s ‘Awards Chatter’ podcast. The 45-year-old, whose first album was released 25 years ago, continues, “To win an Academy Award [for writing, with John Legend, the song “Glory” for the 2014 movie Selma]]? To get an Emmy nomination for “Letter to the Free” in 13th? The things that we get to talk about, the people that we get to reach, the lives that we get to change — that’s the most important thing for me.”
(Click above to listen to this episode or here to access all of our 174 episodes via iTunes. Past guests include Steven Spielberg, Oprah Winfrey, Lorne Michaels, Meryl Streep, Eddie Murphy, Lady Gaga, Robert De Niro, Emma Stone, Will Smith, Jennifer Lopez, Louis C.K., Reese Witherspoon, Harvey Weinstein, Natalie Portman, Jerry Seinfeld, Jane Fonda, Ryan Reynolds, Nicole Kidman, Lin-Manuel Miranda, Taraji P. Henson, Justin Timberlake, Elisabeth Moss, Michael Moore, Kristen Stewart, J.J. Abrams, Helen Mirren, Denzel Washington, Brie Larson, Aziz Ansari, Stephen Colbert, Julia Louis-Dreyfus, Warren Beatty, Jessica Chastain, Samuel L. Jackson, Kate Winslet, Sting, Tyler Perry, Amy Schumer, Jay Leno, Mandy Moore, Ricky Gervais, Kris Jenner & Jimmy Kimmel.
Common was born Lonnie Rashid Lynn and raised on the South Side of Chicago. He found his calling when hip-hop blew up in the eighties and he saw people around him rapping and break-dancing. “I related to it so much,” he remembers, noting, “I initially got into music because I was a break-dancer.” As his voice matured, he began rapping, as well, and soon adopted the moniker “Common Sense,” something his mother always had urged him to use more of. At just 19, his first album, Can I Borrow a Dollar (1992), was released and put him on map with the underground hip-hop community, but not with the masses as he had hoped. He named his second album Resurrection (1994), feeling as if he needed to come back from the dead — and he did. On the back of the controversial single “I Used to Love H.E.R.,” which suggested that hip-hop was losing its purity, and which enraged Ice Cube and other West Coast rappers, it proved a hit.
Meanwhile, the rapper, who had been raised with a great “belief in God,” was “reading a lot” and beginning to realize that “music has an impact.” His already existing positive outlook and his growing social conscience combined to steer him in the direction of making “conscious music,” music that informs and enlightens those who hear it. One bump on the road was having to change his stage name, after a group from California that also called itself Common Sense sued him. He reluctantly dropped the “Sense” — “That was the period I lost my hair,” he says, noting he was “stressed out” that his music identity would be lost — and began going simply as Common. With the benefit of hindsight, he says he’s happy the change happened, since Common reinforces the way that he sees himself: as a man of the people.
Common’s fourth album, 2000’s Like Water for Chocolate, proved his biggest hit yet. On the back of the single “The Light,” it went gold, he won a Grammy for best rap solo performance and his public profile changed entirely. “It was a totally different level,” he explains. “It was going from an underground artist that other artists appreciated and getting some critical acclaim, to mainstream people knowing the song, at least.” Shortly thereafter, he and a younger, up-and-coming rapper from Chicago, Kanye West, began working together. In 2003, Common was featured on Kanye’s breakout album The College Dropout, and in 2005 Kanye was featured on Common’s album Be, which eventually became his second to go gold.
Also in 2003, Common began to get into acting, first with parts on TV (starting with Girlfriends in 2003) and then films (beginning with 2007’s Smokin’ Aces). “After the album Like Water for Chocolate,” he recalls, I hit kind of a creative ceiling musically, and I really felt that there was something more for me to do, creative in another way, to dig into the divine aspect of art and expressing myself, but I didn’t know what it was. I started working on trying to play instruments, and it just didn’t feel natural. But I went to my first acting class, and I felt like the heavens opened up. I was like, ‘Wow, I never knew that I could express myself in this way.'” He soon was appearing in roles and films of increasing significance, and winning strong notices for his contributions.
In 2012, having come through a period of being relentlessly slandered by Fox News, generally, and Bill O’Reilly, specifically, with suggestions that he had supported “cop killers” and therefore should not have been invited to read poetry at the White House, as he was in May 2011 (“That was obviously to bring down our president, Barack Obama, and our first lady, Michelle Obama,” he says now), he entered one of the most fruitful chapters of his career, which continues to this day. That January, he attended the Sundance Film Festival and met the fast-rising filmmaker Ava DuVernay, who was there with her film Middle of Nowhere. They hit it off and, not long after, she cast him in her next film, Selma, as James Bevel, a radical member of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.‘s inner-circle.
DuVernay also welcomed a music contribution from Common for Selma‘s soundtrack. He reached out to John Legend about collaborating on a song called “Glory,” Legend sent back his proposed chords and chorus, and then Common, shortly after leaving his father’s memorial service, set to work adding rap lyrics. “I was in a real open-hearted space,” he says, and finished his work within a week-and-a-half, lyrically tying Selma to more recent race-related confrontations, specifically, Ferguson. “We made a period piece feel like now,” he says. “Glory” cracked the top 50 on the Billboard Hot 100 and was awarded Critics’ Choice, Golden Globe and Academy Awards. Common looks back on his Selma era as “life-changing” and “life-enhancing,” and adds, “There’s no other movie or song that I would want to receive my first Academy Award for than Selma and ‘Glory.’ It gave me more responsibility and work to do.”
Legend’s portion of the Oscar acceptance speech for “Glory,” in which he noted that “there are more black men under correctional control today than were under slavery in 1850,” had a profound impact on Common that is visible even in footage of the moment. “It shook me, it really shook me,” he acknowledges, “and from there I started to seek out more information,” including Michelle Alexander‘s 2010 book The New Jim Crow: Mass Incarceration in the Age of Colorblindness. And when he later learned that DuVernay’s next film would be a documentary about mass incarceration, he reached out to her and pleaded for the change to contribute a song to it. “I just wanted to write something that was emotional, something that was spiritual, something that was moving… and gave information but also was hopeful,” he says. The result was “Letter to the Free,” a portion of which he first sang to DuVernay at a White House celebration to which they both were invited near the end of the Obama Administration. “She couldn’t deny it,” he says with a chuckle, adding, “She ended up changing the ending of the film because of the song ‘Letter to the Free.'”
Even with his music being recognized left and right, Common’s focus remains firmly on activism (he jetted off from our recording to a rally in Sacramento) and bettering himself, both as an artist and as a person. “I know I have to grow,” he says. “I’m gonna work and give 150 percent, 360 degrees of me, to grow to become a great actor — but I do believe I can be a great actor,” he says. “I love theater and I really would love to act on Broadway, and write for Broadway, and write music for Broadway and produce for Broadway.” And, he says, in response to a question about the Donald Trump era, he says, “No government is greater than the people, no government is greater than God,” adding, “What I’ve observed is it has awakened a lot of people to want to do more. The pain and the hatred that exists in America — as it’s surfaced, people who want to see good in America and want to see love have surfaced, too.” He closes, “Whatever your passion is that’s spreading love to yourself and other human beings, we have to pursue that with all that we got right now.”
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