#u r so right we need to get some frogs
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next time we play Minecraft we NEED to find a way to get some frogs to our base okay
We DO. Either we rob another man of their leashes or we bring a bunch of boats to that second area of the swamp theres always a bunch there when i go over
#we can make them a cool little spot like the bestie room but for the froggies#u r so right we need to get some frogs#we got sheep cows cats and Big Boy we need frogs now#idk if theyre gonna despawn tho we might need to think of some names for the nametags#we got the Jeb_ jeb dinnerbone polycule and Big Boy we are so good at naming things wdym#Tree Man Posts#asks
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What did you think of the new amphibia?
got this ask a week ago but since i'm only getting to it now i'm also gonna talk about the newest eps too
first things first. i love anne boonchuy so much!!!!!!! best girl of all time perhaps???
when they go to costco and have that star wars fight. bruh. not ok
the avocado running gag was so solid. hop pop gets it
terri and dr. jan are such icons i love them they are perfect
in fact all of anne's human friends are perfect and delightful and so chill about breaking into the fbi to save some anthropomorphic frog aliens they barely know. major respect
anne looks so good in a suit i love her masc moments i say that's my baby dyke and i'm so proud :')
the fact that she was more powerful with a toy lightsaber than trained adult fbi agents is so funny. the amphibiafication of this teenage girl (she wasn't even using her powers she's just that strong and fast and cool!!!)
rupaul bullying anne = gay/lesbian hostility . also very funny that he's like "ha ha ur just a CHILD!!!" like he's not also owning himself by being an adult man who bullies children
i loved the interrogation scenes w hp sprig and polly they're all so precious.... that's my family <3
okay so like i'd be remiss not to say that anne's parents are soooo hot to me....... do u think they r looking for a third?
anne only being able to activate her powers comfortably and safely in full control when she is confident in herself and knows that she is loved and that her community has her back!! if andrias was the former heart then it makes sense that everything fell apart once he no longer had his friends by his side.... but i guess we shall see....
and they're back home!!!
BUFF LOGGLE
sasha is so beautiful with her hair down. i mean she's always beautiful but i love this look for her. my terrible daughter <3
speaking of sasha being terrible, she has rly grown so much it's so beautiful to see... turns out all she needed all along was to be surrounded by the supportive community of wartwood to show her that she can be liked and cared for and protected without having to prove herself or kill herself to be considered useful or worthy.... and that their sense of love and community turned her into the best version of herself and a great leader regardless... who knew???
no real talk the fact that anne and sasha were undergoing parallel arcs, sasha undergoing the character growth anne underwent in s1 in wartwood while anne learned to trust her family and community to become the best version of herself in LA is so beautiful... and then they are able to return to each other as the healthiest possible versions of each other with all their worst insecurities allayed which means their relationship is now the best it ever has been since they were kids. i'm so proud of them <3333333333333
aaaaand anne lost her shoe and has leaves in her hair already. (nice)
i love sprivy sm they are a perfect babycouple. they remind me of if sokka and suki were 12 and also frogs. they have never done anything wrong ever in their entire lives and i am kissing their foreheads so much
stumpy is fucking dope i love that man. frog. frogman..
i love that sasha still lowkey hates sprig. frenemies 4 lyfe <3
also i wish we got to see sasha and ivy bonding as a parallel to spranne i bet their friendship is just adorable. hopefully it gets explored more down the line. we deserve a complete sprig/anne maddie/marcy ivy/sasha trio
also i wanna see grime and anne friendship. sasha's bffs who must now bond with each other... the fact that i can now unequivocally like grime btw brings me great joy bc he has always been a very entertaining character even if i resented him for the fact that he made sasha worse.. everyone is becoming the best versions of themselves!!! just in time to save marcy and defeat andrias
andrias pinata haha
this show is so good it's actually kind of insane how good it is. who gave them the right????????????
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Butterbeer and BonBons // S.B. (celebration fic)
Request: C O N G R A T U L A T I O N S ON 1.25K 🥳🥳🥳 You deserve this and I love your fics so much! I’m not sure if this is right but, may I please have Sirius with Misc. 2, 3, and 4 in Hogsmeade? Thank youu! 💙 - @inkhearthes
Misc 2: “I wasn't sure which flavour you liked so I got all of them.”
Misc 3: “What happened?”
Misc 4: “You’re giving me a headache.”
A/N: I cannot apologise enough for how long this has taken me. Honestly, there aren't enough words to tell you how sorry I am, but thank you for your sweet words. This is honestly self indulgent fluff that has more pining in it than any form of a plot but it’s been a long week so forgive me please.
Warnings: THIS FOCUSES A LOT ON CHOCOLATE AND SWEETS. BE AWARE OF MENTIONS OF FOOD. Some swearing, pining, mutual pining, so much fluff your teeth will rot, teenagers in love, teenage angst
Word count: 3.5k
It wasn’t often that the long haired Marauder offered his services as a tutor; it wasn’t often for the fact that he simply didn’t want to help anyone outside of his friends. For you, however, he would drop all his plans to spend an evening with you recalling the events of the Gargoyle Strike of 1911.
For you, Sirius would happily accept the teasing and the jokes from his friends. For you, Sirius would happily sit through the dullest of lectures. It hadn’t been long since Sirius realised his feelings for you; his affection for you taking him by surprise but soon settling deep within him, becoming part of his very being as he watched and admired you from afar.
The library had long since emptied; the last two students being you and Sirius this close to curfew. It had been hours since you had stepped outside the large, cavernous room, wanting nothing more than to overcome the troublesome essay that had been set by Professor Binns. It had been hours since you started; hours since you had taken your designated seat next to Sirius and began your work.
This long in, a headache was starting to form behind your eyes, making it increasingly hard to focus. “You’re giving me a headache, Sirius,” You moan, rubbing your temples with two fingers as Sirius pauses his mini-lecture to take a breath.
Sirius laughs, closing his books, “That’s enough studying then.”
You smile gratefully at the long haired marauder, “Thank you for helping me, I know you aren’t the biggest fan of this subject.”
“No,” He states dryly, “I can’t say I’m Professor Binn’s biggest fan.”
“Still,” You sigh, “You didn’t have to help, but you did, so thank you.”
Sirius shakes his head, dismissing your gratitude. He would have helped you regardless; he didn’t need to extra credit for being a tutor nor did he care much for it. He just wanted to help you; he would always help you.
You roll your eyes, smiling at him as you begin to close the masses of leather bound books surrounding you. Book after book had been pulled from the shelves as you started to get to the crux of your essay, and now you wanted to groan at the task of putting them back in their rightful place.
“Fancy a trip?” Sirius asks suddenly; mischief shining bright in his eyes, personified further by the growing smirk on his lips.
You raise an eyebrow, placing the last book on its correct shelf. “That depends,” You state warily, “What did you have in mind?”
His smirk grows larger; he leans forward, resting his forearms on the table, “Shall we go to Hogsmeade?”
You immediate reaction is to laugh. It wasn’t a Hogsmeade weekend, and it wouldn’t be for another two weeks. “How are we going to Hogsmeade when it isn’t a Hogsmeade weekend, Sirius?”
Sirius shakes his head; refusing to answer your question. Instead, he stands, holding out a hand for you to take. “Do you trust me?” He asks; voice full of sincerity.
Wordlessly, you nod, taking his hand and letting him lead you from the library. He doesn’t let loose as he leads you to the staircase; stepping onto one and letting it lead the way.
“What?” You smile; leaning closer to him on instinct, wanting to know the joke that has him grinning like a fool.
Sirius shakes his head, “I just can’t believe I got you to sneak about the castle with me. You’ve never done something this bad.”
“Sirius!” You shout; tapping his shoulder gently, “I can be bad.”
Sirius doubles over; laughter pouring out of him almost uncontrollably. You stand next to him, waiting with crossed arms and an even crosser facial expression. “Sirius!” You shout once more; this time with anger lacing your tone, “What’s so funny?”
Sirius straightens up; dramatically wiping away any and all non-existent tears, “Just the idea that you can be bad, love. How many house points have you lost in our seven years of Hogwarts?”
You purse your lips, not enjoying having the fun picked out of you. “None,” You confirm, “Unlike some people.”
Sirius quirks an eyebrow at your pointed words. He shouldn’t, but he likes how easily he gets under your skin. He enjoys riling you up, getting you worked up. It gives him hope that he affects you just as much as you affect him; that perhaps his feelings for you are not unrequited after all, that you do in fact harbour some romantic feelings for him after all. He would think it a miracle, but he thinks it, nonetheless.
“This way,” He murmurs, pulling you in the direction of the one-eyed witch statue.
You repress the urge to slow your steps, holding nothing but blind faith in Sirius that he isn’t going to lead you on a path that could cause trouble. You begin to frown as you approach the one-eyed witch statue; her stance and eerie gaze enough to make you uncomfortable in the daytime. However, as evening descends, her gaze becomes close to terrifying.
“Why are we here, Sirius? I thought we were going to Hogsmeade?”
He nods towards the statues, another smile breaking across his face, “That’s how we’re getting to Hogsmeade.”
You eye the statues; the size of it compared to the size of you both has you doubting Sirius’ sanity somewhat. “How exactly?”
Sirius nudges your shoulder with his before dropping your hand, “Are you ready?”
You nod eagerly; desperate to know just how this statue would be your key to the small village outside of the grounds of the school. Sirius steps towards the statue with the air of someone who had done this a thousand times before, if not more.
Straining your hearing, you just about make out the word whispered by Sirius, “Dissendium.”
There’s a creaking noise first; then the grinding noise of stone against stone as you watch the back of the one-eyed witch open, revealing a passageway big enough for two. Sirius turns to you, a shit-eating grin on his face as he takes in your gobsmacked expression. He gestures to the hole in the back of the witch, “After you.”
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Popping up out of the floor, you recognise your location by scent alone. The overwhelming scent of sugar and chocolate had you guessing you were underneath Honeyduke’s sweet shop. Brushing down your robes, you turn to the teenager who waits for your reaction, “Honeyduke’s?”
“Honeyduke’s,” He confirms, striding confidently towards the door. A nervous whimper leaving your mouth has him freezing in place. “Love?” He asks.
“We can’t just go out there!” You argue, “What if we’re seen? What if we’re caught and marched back to the castle? We could get expelled for this!”
“I doubt it,” Sirius states, a smile in his voice, “I’ve been coming here for years and haven’t been caught since.”
You fold your arms; glaring at the long haired Marauder, “Gee, thanks, that fills me with so much confidence.”
Sirius marches back to you. He places both hands gently on either side of your face, “Love, would I have risked bringing you here if I thought we were going to get caught?”
“No?” You state, but your voice raises at the end, making it more of a question.
“No,” Sirius confirms, “I would never risk you, so let’s have a nice evening and some fun. What do you think?”
You hesitate; teeth worrying your bottom lip as you glance between the teenager who has nothing but sincerity in his eyes and smile, and the hole in the ground that would lead you to sure safety but boredom.
“Love?” Sirius prompts, “If you don’t want to do this, we can head straight back.”
You shake your head; the continued use of that term of endearment combined with your want and need to spend time with him has your heart winning over your mind. You step past him, facing him over your shoulder, “Are you coming or what?”
His answering grin is enough for you to know you’ve made the right decision.
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Despite the sickly sweet scent that often gave you a headache, Honeyduke’s was one of your favourite shops in Hogsmeade. It had such a wonderful atmosphere and the sweets created were nothing short of genius. It had become tradition after your third visit to the shop in your Third Year to stock up on Chocolate Frogs and Fizzing Whizzbees, however, this time you didn’t have your stash of sugary treats in mind.
A floor to ceiling shelf was dedicated to the craft of Honeyduke’s. The chocolate created by the owner being famous across the wizarding world for its creaminess but also its extent of flavours. Heading immediately there, you fix your gaze on the brightly coloured labels, pondering the best tasting flavours.
Sirius joins you; eyes pouring over the countless bars of chocolate. “What shall we do now that we’re here?”
You tap a finger to your cheek as you continue to read the labels, admitting shyly, “I’m not too sure. I’m surprised I’m here.”
Sirius laughs, “It’s surprised me too.”
You nod towards the door, “I’ll meet you outside? I just want to buy something.”
Sirius smiles down at you as he nods, “I’ll be out by the bench across the street.”
You don’t take very long once Sirius leaves; the bell above the door chiming as he goes. You grab a handful of bars from the shelves; making sure to pick an array of flavours and drop them on the counter. The worker eyes your robes but doesn’t say anything as he rings you up, placing the delicious sweets in a paper bag and handing it to you.
Spying Sirius where he said he would be, you rush to his side, already feeling the harshness of the howling wind. “I wasn’t sure what flavour you liked so I got all of them,” You comment lightly, hoping not to make a big deal over what you had done for the teenager you had a crush on.
Sirius laughs – his real laugh; a happy sound that brings a grin to your face as it was a sound so few heard and those that did, treasured. You felt fortunate that you could now be included in the select few.
He takes the bag from you, already smelling the sweet scent of the chocolate in the bag. “What have you bought?” He asks, voice teasing.
You grin up at him; wishing you had a camera in this moment to capture the curious look on his face. All his expressions should be captured, you think, everything about him should be immortalised on film. You shake your head, “I splurged a little.”
He opens the bag; curiosity getting the better of him as his mouth begins to water at the rich scent of dark chocolate. “Honeyduke’s chocolate?”
You nod your head, “I overheard you and Remus saying you had finished your stash. I thought it would be an apt opportunity to start that stash back up when you brought me here.”
Unexpectedly, Sirius surges forward, pressing a kiss to your cheek. Your face heats immediately, unable to truly comprehend the way it feels. It feels too good; it feels like something you want him to do again, over and over for however long possible.
He clears his throat, rubbing a hand across the back of his neck, slightly embarrassed at his sudden show of affection, “Thank you. I didn’t expect that.”
You wave away his gratitude as he had done earlier with you. “I wish we had time to grab warmer robes,” You shiver; rubbing your arms to warm up some as you trundle through the ankle deep snow. You bite your bottom lip, looking down at your snow covered feet, thinking that by the time you return to the castle with Sirius in tow, there was a very good chance that the snowfall will have increased.
Sirius snorts, throwing an arm around your shoulders and tugging you to his side. The simple, unthought action has you warming up considerably; not expecting this form of affection from Sirius in the slightest. His hand rubs your upper arm; the friction and his proximity warming you up faster that you realise.
“Come on,” He starts; nodding his head towards the popular meet up for Hogwarts students, “Let’s grab you a butterbeer and warm up slightly.”
“My saviour,” You comment; a wry smile on your slips as you let him usher you into The Three Broomsticks. Like the gentleman he has been raised to be, Sirius holds the door open to the tavern open for you, his cheeks aflame as he realises how much he likes being called your saviour even if it was said sarcastically.
Grabbing a booth close to the roaring fire, Sirius leaves you with a warm smile as he heads to the bar. Madame Rosmerta had spotted him when he walked in; she had smiled at him broadly before her eyes widened when she saw you. Sirius is immediately dragged into an interrogation at the bar whilst you’re left at the booth, warming your hands by the flames of the large fire.
The longer Sirius remains at the bar, the louder the whispers get from the booth next to you. Filled with students from your year but ones you had never spoken to before, you shuffled down in your seat, close to burying your face in your robes and wishing to melt away like the snow. Their laughter rings in your ears, and you know it isn’t from a joke freshly told but rather at your expense.
Their laughter makes some sense. The evening so far hadn’t made any sense. Sirius had been tutoring you in History of Magic for weeks; happily volunteering to the task when asked by Professor Binns. However, his sudden want to spend time with you outside of school wasn’t wholly understandable, and it did very little to help you curb your growing feelings for the long haired Marauder.
They weren’t the sort of feelings that crept up on you overnight; surprising you and leaving you breathless. No – these feelings had been there a long time, simmering away in the recesses of your mind where Sirius often featured as the main character of your daydreams. Not long after the start of your tutoring sessions did you come to see how easy it was to fall for the charms of the Marauder. His easy smile and his bright eyes; his charming personality and his sharp wit. All perfect contributors for a gut wrenching, heart clenching crush.
Two steins of butterbeer land on the table, snapping you out of your ponderings; foam splashing down the sides, creating a small puddle on the age old wooden table. Sirius swears lightly; rushing to grab napkins to sop up the mess before sitting down across from you, taking a large swig of his drink.
“What happened? You’re quieter now than before I left,” Sirius asks; a note of concern in his voice as he glances between you and the group of teenagers now watching you two. He furrows his eyebrows as you shake your head, refusing to answer. Instead, you focus your attention on the cinnamon stick poking out of your butterbeer. Sirius had bought the flavour on a whim; Madame Rosmerta wanting to try out her new festive flavour on the patron who visits her the most. How could Sirius say no to such an offer? Besides, Madame Rosmerta had let him stay late in the tavern when things at Hogwarts and things at home became too much. She kept an eye on him, and for that, he would happily and gratefully try out every new flavour of butterbeer she concocted.
Sirius reaches across the table; gently taking your hand in his. His thumb rubs across the back of your hand in such a comforting motion that tears burn the back of your throat as you shake your head. “You know,” He mumbles, head tilted to you, “Keeping it all in doesn’t help. You can tell me anything.”
You sigh, plucking the cinnamon stick from your drink and placing it on the napkin next to it. Shrugging your shoulders in what you hope is a nonchalant manner, you answer, “They were just rude to me, that’s all.”
Sirius’ frown deepens, “There’s no ‘that’s all’ about it – no-one should be rude to you full stop.”
You smile, flipping your hand to squeeze his fingers, “Thank you, but it’s fine, really.”
His frown loosens, and you know he doesn’t believe you. However, he doesn’t push, and he doesn’t let go of your hand, he keeps it in a tight hold as he takes a sip of his butterbeer, smacking his lips at the sugary taste of butterscotch and cinnamon.
“How are you feeling about the Gargoyle Strike of 1911 now?” He asks; wanting to get your mind off of whatever had brought your mood down.
You smile smally, sitting up in your seat, “A lot better now. I don’t know why I find History of Magic so hard.”
Sirius chuckles: a finger tapping the stein of his butterbeer, “We don’t have the most entertaining of teachers, love.”
“You’re right,” You snort, “Binns is a bit of a bore, isn’t he?”
Sirius leans back in his chair; eyes wide as he gasps dramatically. He drops your hand somewhat reluctantly to press it to his chest. “What’s this?” He all but shouts, “(Y/N) sneaking out of the castle and chatting shit about a teacher all in one night? Am I in a parallel universe or something?”
You laugh, flicking your cinnamon stick at him which he catches with ease. “Not in a parallel universe,” You reassure, shrugging, “Just the realisation that I can have fun sometimes.”
Sirius grins: smile wide and straight, white teeth on show as he realises the extent to which you’ve relaxed over your evening with him.
It isn’t long before butterbeers are finished and muffled yawns are leaving your mouth. You do your best to stay alert, but the sugar crash from the overly sweet drink is imminent. The evening had felt like something out of a dream; never in your wildest imagining did you think you would be spending a night outside of the castle with Sirius Black. You never imagined that he would be the one to make your heart feel like it is about to beat right out of your chest, yet he does.
Biting your lip, you begin to realise just how much you don’t want this evening to end. The very thought of turning away from him to return to your room has sadness pooling in your stomach. It dampens your mood and ruins your sugar high. It hits you all at once; the strength of your want to spend every evening with him. It knocks you breathless; eyes wide as you rake your gaze over the intent expression on Sirius’ face.
There is so much more he wants to say; so much more he wants to find out about you. He wants to know what makes you laugh, what makes you cry. He wants to know your favourite book and why; he wants to be the one to read to you from it, watching your reactions to moments you long knew were coming. He wants to be the one you do everything with, and it all starts with cinnamon flavoured butterbeer and bags of chocolate.
“Shall we head back?” Sirius asks, standing from his seat and waiting for you.
You nod silently, gathering your wits and steeling yourself for the bitter winter wind waiting for you.
You inhale sharply as the first gust of wind travels over your body. You long of nothing more than Sirius’ arm around your shoulders; the action he showed earlier that warmed you up better than any blanket and any fire could.
Walking back to the castle, neither of you bother with the secret tunnel under Honeyduke’s cellar. Instead, even though neither of you dare utter the words, the both of you don’t want the evening to end. Between you both, it felt like the start of something more. It felt like the start of a closer friendship and a deeper relationship, but neither were ready to confront the feelings that were quite obviously there.
Your hands brush repeatedly as you amble back to the castle. The sky has long since darkened, and the both of you know that the caretaker will be prowling the castle, searching for students out past curfew. However, as Sirius’ hand brushes yours, fingers reaching out for yours, the jolt of electricity sent up your arm has you not caring about the caretaker and the consequences or the weather that threatens a chest cold. All you care about as the turret of Gryffindor tower is illuminated by the moon is the teenager walking beside you, wondering what the future could possibly hold with him by your side.
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danny phantom episode 4-7 Thoughts: (under a readmore because, these got kinda long!)
-the outfit danny had to buy for dash's party. CLASSIC 2000S i cannot stop laughing. And also showing up to the party and everyone is dressed like the trio is hilarious. and further proof that everyone looks good dressed goth.
-dash has a closet full of cute lil bear plushies?? LOVE that. adorable. also his response to danny trashing his room fighting a ghost was SO valid if somone BROKE MY BED IN HALF ID BE PISSED TOO.
-technus being like 'oh smart, u should be a tutor!' then later being like 'forget tutor, be a teacher!' :) supportive king <3 I also really like his upgraded suit/design. AND SPOCK CAMEO??? HELLO??
-the music in this show is super. its so funky. I looked it up and the guy who does it, guy moon (awesome name) also did music for other cartoons like fairly odd parents, barnyard, chalkzone, billy & mandy, AND some actual movies like FIGHT CLUB??? the whiplash I got from reading that)
-sam being rich explains a lot about her, actually.
-I know the moral of the episode was supposed to be 'dont ditch your friends for popular people/spend a lot of money on clothes that arent You to Fit In'. but tbh. it wouldve been easy for danny to have been like 'well, okay, ill come but only if my friends can!' but I get. that hes 14. so. not a lot to say there.
-BOX GHOST IS BACK!!!!! also, danny sitting up and wearing the dress/wig/makeup. umm thats how I dress everyday LMFAO. unironically me. (hate the jokes that boil down to 'haha funney man in dress' tho. but this is a look)
-jazz being protective of her brother once again being like NOOO YOU GUYS BETTER NOT STAKE OUT HIS (actually haunted) LOCKER!! shes aware of how people perceive him and she wants to help :( which is also probably why she told dash to invite him to that party even tho she had no interest in going!! she wants to help him out :(
-gotta say im with tucker on the whole 'should danny use his powers to get back at bullies' debate. 100% yes. let him teach kids to fight back. making dash throw his food at paulina out of the blue? no. but when hes actually about to pick on someone? yeah! for self defense? YEAH! if dash and his friends just threw food at him, I think rather than. idk doing sneaky shit with frogs he couldve just threw it back and not pulled punches if they tried to fight. I kNOOWWW its a kids show so they are like 'if u fight back ur just as bad!! violence bad!!' but. theyre HIS POWERS. WHO CARES.
-like my only gripe is that dash really isnt LEARNING ANYTHING WHEN DANNY GETS BACK AT HIM IN THE MOST PETTY INDIRECT WAYS. whatever they had to add a bully psa episode I guess. I hate it and I hate the way cartoons usually handle it because these methods simply Do Not Work. 'aND YouRE USinG YOur poWErs FOR EVill???!' this is Not Evil. even when poindexter takes dannys body, theyre only being 'nice' bc hes stealing soda for them!! bitches deserve what they get (nothing too brutal bc theyre high schoolers but damn, if they pick on danny he doesnt need to be the 'bigger person' he needs to start biting people)
-SAM TRYING TO SMUGGLE FROGS OUT OF THE BIO LAB?? girl in middle school when we had to dissect frogs we could opt out, also, they came to us already dead and preserved...
-sidney's lingo and the fact hes in black and white is sending me. also, danny is a ghost celebrity apparently for being a halfa?? ok. thats interesting to know
-the DENTIST BEING EXCITED ABOUT THE COTTON CANDY FLOOD IS THE FUNNIEST THING SO FAR.
-I LOOOVE the trope of 'wishes gone wrong'. not crazy about the stereotypical genie, or the use of the dreamcatcher looking design. (also, I KNOW theyre scientists but the way theyre handling a cold...are the fentons ANTIVAX)
-the genie. she. whitewished paulina. JKASDFHKJ. (the ghost literally just being hello kitty???? im dying) 'why do i feel that im special and wonderful? because I AM! <3' paulina ilu self worth queen. felt bad for her also getting possessed by (2) boys later who were arguing INSIDE HER. WTF.
-imagine being the guy trapped in his now flying car. he thought danny and tucker were HALUCINATIONS. imagine being trapped in a flying car with two, what you think are imaginary arguing 14 year olds convinced ur gonna die. i WOULD say this dude is gonna need so much therapy, but he seemed totally fine and excited when they landed (I would be happy too if a chicken was on my head. chickens rule) stoner rights
-sam's bat slippers??? iconic. SO cute.
-I think desiree's backstory is so :( do all ghosts have messed up sad backstories?? poindexter's was sad too...cannot imagine box ghost has any kind of fucked up backstory. but what if. his mom got pushed off cliffs by boxes...........a la cruella... anyway her 'no man may lay a hand on me' iconic. ilu
-I know danny has no concept of how much bras cost but my god dont attack tucker with some girls bra. those are so expensive.
-its really. well its not a GOOD THING he went into the portal and got fucked up, but its good danny was the one to do it rather than sam or tucker. because even tho he was being influenced by desiree and kept getting more malicious and it prob wasnt 100% him...he sucked as a ghost like most the people he 'pranked' were innocent ppl just Chillin and he didnt want to help anyone at all. I think danny is the most responsible out of them but also, hes 14 and shouldnt HAVE to feel obligated to fight every ghost. hes a good kid and wants to, but I also feel like he feels like...responsible for the portal turning on?? because his parents did give it up,, but it was an accident and not his fault (if anything, why was the on switch on the inside. why was it that easy. why was there no safety measures. that seems like smth OSHA needs to hear about). like thats my son. hes a good boy. and hes never done anything wrong in his life, ever. if anyone hurts him im killing everyone in this room and then myself. etc.
-danny's curfew is 10PM????? DUDE. when I was 14...shit I couldn't be out that late, I had to be back at like, 8 at the latest, and my parents had to know exactly where and who I was going with, AND i had to call/text them regularly...is this a case of my parents being overbearing, or the fentons sucking??? the only time i could EVER be out that late was if I was at an overnight sleepover or smth...
-the vultures have lil fezes. why do they have fezes...theyre so fuckin funny 'ask him for directions' 'I KNOW WHERE IM GOING' these ghost vultures are my new grandpas. pick them up, put them in the adopt box.
-'I wonder why those guys were trying to waste dad!' THEYRE GHOSTS. YOUR DAD HUNTS GHOSTS. why is that not a conclusion you'd immediately jump to??
-*jazz voice, clearly disgusted* WISCONSIN???
-mrs fenton with the lab coat and leg warmers and PERM. YESSS STYLISH.
-was going to say 'ew billionaire' @vlad but. super valid he used his powers to assumedly steal and cheat to get that money, thats how all billionaires do it! but ew hes a SIMP. and spending your billions on FOOTBALL STUFF?? you are Not Valid overall. I DO respect the fact you have a castle instead of a mansion. in wisconsin. if youre going to be stupidly rich might as well go all out, torches on the wall and all. I DO like his ghost form's little kitty ears. catman. and his cape! every design can benefit from a cape. and how different his forms look, like danny looks the EXACT SAME IN BOTH FORMS ASIDE FROM COLOR CHANGES. vlad's is like,, I could believe they were different people!! also I love the drama. but dude you are fighting a 14 year old. lame. also he was like, telling danny he wanted his mom and him and like, wanted him to renounce his dad?? WHAT ABOUT JAZZ?? bitch. those r MY kids and they are both important and special. I do agree they need better parents but thats not u sir <3
-I thought vlad's 'little badger' nickname for danny came from the football mascot of the packers, but google says they have NO MASCOT?? so now I'm like?? is it because his hair is sometimes black and sometimes white?? I hate to give him props but thats a PERFECT NICKNAME. theyre also tiny and vicious!
-why did I get so excited that Skulker is back!! its been like. 2-3 eps LMAO. AND THE DAIRY KING. ICONIC I LOVE HIM. hes the nicest guy ever :) more nice ghosts please. danny cannot be fighting alone everytime with no ghost buds like every ghost being hostile sucks :(
-mr. fenton knew vlad was controlling him, but a few episodes ago he had no clue danny was doing the same thing...is it something about how malicious the ghost is?? he just seemed to think his memory had gaps the first time, this time he was INSTANTLY LIKE 'GHOST'. then again in this ep when danny did it again he was just slightly confused but not immediately freaking out like he did with vlad possessing him!!
-'my parents will accept ME NO MATTER WHAT' so. so why haven't you come out to them yet, danny?? if you really think that?? if theres no harm, and you're sure??? if vlad is a real problem, wouldnt that make dealing with him easier, to expose him???? SO WHY HAVENT YOU COME OUT YET?? COULD IT BE,, MAYBE YOU HAVE DOUBTS ABOUT WHETHER YOUR PARENTS ACTUALLY WILL ACCEPT YOU??? 🤔 ... 🏳🌈 I get why people say He Is Trans. I totally totally get u danny.
-sorta unrelated, but it just occurred to me in one of these eps they go to casper HIGH not casper middle school??? theyre 14?? dont highschools usually do ages 15-18? (I didnt go to hs so I might be wrong, if I am ignore this...) freshmen are usually 14-15, could just be a case of them not turning 15 yet but they will sometime in the school year (I say they because tucker said he was 14 too)? I know the show has 3 seasons, so by the end of it will they be older? thatd be neat but usually cartoon characters stay the same age...I love shows where you can see the characters age and grow up, though...three seasons seems like a long time to spend on like, 1 year...
#sanchoyorambles#danny phantom#me on the first post:#its not a liveblog!#me this time: it kinda is. but not in the same format as my tmm one#i like doing one post for a handful of eps bc it saves time#and crowds my blog less#and also i just like talking abt what im watching lol#dp thoughts
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kepcobi but its just MARINA songs
so i had some outtakes from my kepler playlist, and by and large they were outtakes bc they had the right dysfunctional vibe for a kepcobi sitch but from the wrong perspective.. so i’ve rehomed them here
liner notes / tracklist under the cut !
Are You Satisfied?
you might be saying “hey jude didnt u already use this on the kepler playlist?” and yes i did but it also fits for kepler recruiting jacobi!!!!!!!! its cinematic parallels
I was pulling out my hair the day I got the deal / Chemically calm / Was I meant to feel happy that my life / Was just about to change?
'Cause it's my problem if I wanna pack up and run away / It's my business if I feel the need to smoke and drink and sway / It's my problem, it's my problem if I feel the need to hide / And it's my problem if I have no friends and feel I want to die
About Love
is this song maybe too functional for kepcobi? yeh lol but its also good.. its the initial infatuation yk
But you're in my head, you're in my blood / And it feels so good to hurt so much
Hermit the Frog
jacobi is :clown: for kepler… see now hes past the initial infatuation hes self-aware of how fucked he is
Yeah, I feel I'm watered down / Whenever he's around / I put on the crown of clown / And melt slowly to the ground
Yeah, I feel it coming on / When I've been static for too long / And an explosion comes in time / Before I go and cross the line
I can't help the devil likes to make my heart a double bed / And I can't help he sometimes likes to come and rest his little head
Starring Role
i had to try very hard to not pull like every line from this… its Very good its like.. the thesis of kepcobi
You're hard to hug, tough to talk to / And I never fall asleep when you're in my bed / All you give me is a heartbeat / I've turned into a statue / And it makes me feel depressed / 'Cause the only time you open up is when we get undressed
You don't love me, big fucking deal / I'll never tell you how I feel / You don't love me, not a big deal / I'll never tell you how I feel
You
tfw u at this point kind of get that ur boss/hookup/whatever is kind of fairly fucked up and a bad relationship for u but also u r like. damn still in lov w that guy
You, yeah, you break me down (You) / Yeah, you shut me out (You) / But it's all about you, you (You)
Hypocrates
tfw u r hooking up w ur horrible spy boss and u feel horrible :////// and ur a maudlin kind of jacobi i think whos hit a certain point of drunk and maybe is talking to maxwell who is not super sympathetic and would love to not be hearing this
I know you only want to own me / And that’s the kind of love you show me / You tell me one thing and do another / Keep all your secrets undercover
Shampain
jacobi on a downswing on kepler… after a fight where he walked out on kepler yk
Drinking champagne to forget yesterday / 'Cause I remember the way, the way, the way / It ended the day, the day, the day, the day / That I walked away, away, away, away
Radioactive
tfw u ended things w ur boss/hookup/whatever and now ur still like attracted to him but also angry at him and its a mess
Baby, I'm gonna leave you drowning / Until you reach for my hand
In the night, your heart is full / And by the morning, empty / But baby, I'm the one who left you / You're not the one who left me
Ready to be let down / Now I’m heading for a meltdown
#its a dysfunctional take on kepcobi lol#not exactly a happily ever after sitch#wolf 359#daniel jacobi#warren kepler#kepcobi#original content
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laurel lance imagine
s u m m a r y: Laurel & reader come out to Quentin Lance. But he doesn’t approve because Y/N is part of the Queen family.
“I don’t know if it’s such a good idea to drop it like a bomb... shouldn’t we just wait a bit?”
“Babe, don’t worry. All that matters to him is if i’m happy, and, well, you make me the happiest girl...so I think he’ll take it well.” Laurel tightened her grip on Y/N’s arm and squeezed her girlfriend’s hand, leaning into her. “And wait for what? Till he finds out himself? I don’t think he’d appreciate that very much.”
Y/N sighed, forgetting how close she was with her father. No matter the respect she held for Quentin Lance, he could still scare her to death whenever he was in ‘papa bear’ mode. “Yeah, but Laurel— are you sure? I don’t want to ruin-”
Laurel shrugged and knocked on the door of her father’s apartment, “You aren’t just a temporary thing, Y/N. I am one hundred percent sure.” She sent Y/N one of her heartwarming smiles, making Y/N’s stomach fill with joy and love.
Quentin Lance opened the door and smiled widely and planted a kiss on his daughter’s head as she passed him to walk inside. His smile wavered a bit when he looked at Y/N. Her face resembled that of one of the Queen’s and thus of the man that indirectly took his other daughter from him.
He forced a smile and quickly looked away from her, which didn’t go unnoticed by the two women. Laurel bit her lip, not knowing how to stop his hatred towards the Queen family. Sure, they hadn’t always done the right things, especially not when it came to the Lance family, but Y/N had never been a part of any of that. She didn’t deserve to be seen like one of them.
He quickly glanced between the two, curious as to why Y/N was here too but he decided to keep quiet.
“Everything going alright with the case?”
Laurel gave him a tight-lipped smile and put her hands in her pockets, “Yeah, don’t worry about it, dad.”
“Oh! I just thought you might’ve needed some insight on a case... or that you got some news...since...” He gestured to Y/N, in his eyes Laurel’s coworker, who was still standing awkwardly by the door.
“Actually...” Before she continued, her eyes met Y/N’s to see if she still felt comfortable enough. When Y/N nodded softly, she walked over to her, grabbed her hand to lead her over to the living room and then motioned her dad to do the same. “We do have some news.”
Quentin raised his eyebrows in surprise and slowly sat down on the couch.
“You got the judges on your side already?”
He looked at the two women in expectation.
“Well? What is it?”
Laurel looked at the woman next to her and immediately smiled at how one look into her girlfriend’s eyes could calm her down. She felt Y/N slowly trail her hand down her underarm before their fingers tangled together. Laurel sighed in content as she looked at their intertwined hands and brought them to her lips to plant a soft kiss on the back of Y/N’s hand.
Quentin furrowed his eyebrows, putting two and two together— the lovestruck look on his daughter’s face confirming his presumption. He opened and closed his mouth, looking away.
“Wait, so- you two...” He gestured between the two women, earning two nods in return. He rubbed his chin, taking his time to let this sink in.
Laurel’s previous calm state turned to one of worry when she saw the scowl form on her father’s face.
“Laurel, I love you, but the choices you make in your dating life are awful.” He rubbed his temples and stood up.
Laurel shared a worried look with Y/N before stepping up to him. “Dad! She treats me so well and no one has ever made me feel this happy, why should it matter if she’s a guy or a girl I-”
“Oh, for God’s sake, Laurel, I don’t care that she’s a girl. You could date a frog and I’d still be accepting of it but...” He took a deep breath, took a few steps through the living room before turning back around. “...a Queen?!”
Laurel crossed her arms and scoffed, “So that’s what this is about? I should’ve known you would never let your vendetta against them go.”
“That family has caused us so much harm. Did you forget that she shares the same DNA of the same guy who broke your heart... what? How many times? You finally dodged a bullet with Oliver...You never learn, do you?” He cocked his head to the side. Even though his words were harsh, his eyes were soft and filled with worry.
“Y/N isn’t anything like Oliver. You’ll see soon, if you just give her a chance.”
“Every Queen in that family has been involved with some really questionable stuff, Laurel. Oliver lied to your face so whose to say she isn’t as well?” He pointed a finger at the girl standing behind Laurel but Laurel immediately slapped it away. Her eyebrows now furrowed in anger instead of worry.
“Swallow your pride for once... if not for her... do it for me!”
Y/N slowly grabbed onto the fabric of Laurel’s sweater, nudging her backwards. She hated to see the two fight, especially over her. But Laurel didn’t move a muscle and kept staring into the eyes of her father, trying to get through his head.
Quentin slowly looked at the woman behind his daughter— Y/N’s gaze fixed on her shoes. His face softened a bit at the sight as he immediately thought back of all the times he had seen her. Laurel was right— he hadn’t really ever heard any bad news of this Queen family member. Then he recalled the many hours Laurel had spent cooped up in her bedroom, crying over whatever had happened all those times with Oliver and all the danger they indirectly put his daughters through— and his expression hardened again.
“Laurel- I-I’m sorry... That’s an unreasonable thing to ask of me. I want the best for you and I.... just don’t see her being that for you.”
Laurel widened her eyes and let out a shaky breath before a sneer appeared on her face.
“I don’t know what you expected to happen but if you thought I would leave her because you don’t like her, you couldn’t be more wrong.” She started softly, “I’ve never...ever, been so disappointed by someone in my whole life, and that says a lot.” Her voice was slow and soft but her tone sent a shiver down Quentin’s spine.
“We’re leaving.” She didn’t spare her dad another glance and dragged Y/N out of the house. Quentin Lance’s eyes connected with Y/N’s right before Laurel shut the door.
#laurel lance#laurel lance imagine#laurel lance x reader#laurel lance one shot#laurel lance imagines#arrow imagine#arrow imagines#arrow one shots#arrowverse imagines#black canary#black canary imagines#black canary one shot#black canary imagine#black canary x reader#black siren imagine#black siren imagines#black siren x reader#katie cassidy imagine#sara lance imagine#sara lance x reader
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I really hate 2d purists. No, not 2d animation. Not 2d animators.
2d purists.
The sad thing is it’s gotten to the point that I really cringe hearing any pro-2D sentiment at all. I hate the arguments I agree with because how often they're misused and weaponized by idiots.
Let me make my stance here clear - 2d is NOT appreciated and 3d is used for everything! The layman Karen-mom who doesn’t have an artistic bone in her body looks at stupidsmooth 3D Grubhub ads and assumes quality cause it “looks more real” (aka ‘rendered’). I know as much is true because I literally have a member of my family who told my sister and I that she thinks 3d is better (and also that she “tolerated THOSE movies for us kids”. Touching words. My sister was taking an animation course by the way). Combined that with the studios either using 2D for cheap stuff or finding good 2d animation too “costly”, I get it and I’m not even any animator. I'm just a worm an illustrator.
but holy HELL -
There’s a backlash from the artistic community that's it's own kind of insufferable and deserve to be addressed.
“(insert2Danimatedfilm) is better BECAUSE it's 2D!”
followed by: "Animation is a visual medium and the quality of the art affects how much the story means !!!!”
Yes. Totally. Animation is a visual medium and the look and style is important. Sadly, people use this excuse to really obnoxious ends, insisting that design being pretty is '' everything ''. When you treat a movie more as a special effects demo I get why you talk about the artistry at hand; but I’m sorry, visuals are not the only thing important and it’s why I’m also getting sick of the sameElsafacesyndrome rants too! There’s this attitude that's reads as "but it LOOKS better fromaproductionimage/teasertrailerwhichapparentlyisindicativeof all themovieactuallyis so it MUST BE better".
-“3D should only be used to make things look realistic!”
I think I know the logic this criticism is made in response to, and that’s the Sony + Illumination films which look just as good in 2D as they do in three dimensions. I know it feels like people are twisting this medium to try and make it like a classic cartoon when by all means people can and would love a classic cartoon being a classic cartoon. That I get- From the unsung 2D animator’s perspective, that’s more than valid !
But it’s a huuuuuuge slap in the face to 3d in saying it should only be used for "realistic animation" because
1: It’s not like realistic animation could age badly or look uncanny in the next few years. It's almost like technology is constantly improving, which I guess 2d animation never did and it was always the same technique and quality as every film that came after it.
2: The industry does treat 3d as a magic-moneymaker for this reason. Just listen to these people call the 2019 LION KING “live action” as if they’re embarrassed to call it animation. It IS animation! It would be impressive if you acknowledged that what it is, but like the CATS, you basically are treating it as just a neato tool to better your live action and not it's own artform - which it is!
3: By this “three-deeonly gud when real liek in da toystories” non-logic I guess 2d should ONLY be for flowyflowy SPACE JAM cartoons and maybe some Disney*. Just that though. You can’t do anything more with 2d. It’s never supposed to be realistic I guess. Good thing Richard Williams only did 'toons' and just toons that’s why we need 3d in the world I guess.
Wait no - that’s stupid.
"I HAVE to see the “Land Before Time 14″ when it comes out! I mean it’s a 2D animated film!"
Lost in the aether that is Youtube comment chains removed from kid's videos is a stream of this very VERY stupid argument supporting the buying of the 14th LAND BEFORE TIME film because it’s supporting 2D. My sister and I can be found on that chain arguing against this stupidity. All you have is my word, but trust me: it really did happen.
I’m sorry but...no.
Unless you have a friend or a family member who worked on these movies there’s no reason to see this and ESPECIALLY no reason to insist it’s a win for the 2D community if you buy up this crap - and I'm not judging if you do like it, but come on! LAND BEFORE TIME 14 isn't where your money should go if you really like this medium.
What’s so infuriating about this argument is you can tell it’s made by nonanimators. Real animators will tell you to support their movies cause they want some respect for their artform which is why there’s such a push from the PRINCESS AND THE FROGcrowd that you SEE and LOVE every 2d thing out there, regardless of how good it is because any recognition for it is k i n d o f what they're after!
Kiddy sequel schlock isn’t even in the same ballpark as KLAUS or WOLFWALKERS; these films DID have very limited theatrical runs (Klaus so it could be nominated; Wolfwalkers in places where theaters opened up after Covid) and should have been supported because they were labors of love made by people who love animation.
As other people have already pointed out, one of the reasons for the lack of interest in 2000sera2D animation is that the only films released alongside critical+financial 3D hits were cheaper 2D films that either coincided with daytime tv shows or should have been just direct-to-video. It’s not to say art couldn’t come out of these flicks, but dayum if it wasn’t abused as much as the texture software that era's CG used... Point being, should the world ever go back to normal: If you hear about an out-of-town showing an acclaimed 2D animated film, make time to trek out and see THAT!
Don’t give your money to see yet another made-for-tv movie on the big screen because all that tells the studio is: “yeah 2d IS cheap and only good for cheap stuff let’s just keep it cheap. Only 3d is important 8D 8D 8D !!!"
“I don’t understand how it works. So it sucks.”
This text is from an ANIMATOR btw.
“I don’t understand how it works” and “it’s just some computer rendering” is the exact same wave of logic the people who prefer cgi use.
The plebian Karen I mentioned earlier? She understands the basics of 2D animation as much as you did from one of those cruddy flash classes you took in middle-school. She 'understands' the basics cuz she watched how it was made on the DVD features or maybe back on the WONDERFUL WORLD OF DISNEY. To her, the illusion is broken and she’s not impressed by 'just some drawings on paper'. You, an animator, know the process is more complicated and is intrigued by knowing how it’s made - not bored or disinterested -
Neither you nor Aunt Karen have really good cg-animation software at your house and unless you ARE a 3D animator you probably DON’T know all the ins-and-outs of how these movies are modeled, rendered, and animated.
Aunt Karen is bedazzled by them cause she doesn’t know how it works and the technical aspect makes her brain hurt so it might as well be magic and she can feel like a cool kid sharing Minion-memes. Aunt Karen is the nonartistic type who just wants to feel safe. You're not. You want to feel challenged.
I get it: you’re pissed off cause you’re in a field no one, including Aunt Karen, appreciates; told to work in cg which it's an artform you didn’t devote your life to and told to learn it cause THIS style sells! 3D is everywhere and is starting to look like 'garbage' even if you don’t animate 3D models yourself you just KNOW, I guess. Besides, you know all there is to know about 2d!! You know all there is to possibly know about this artform and have to fight this 'war' against "r e a l" animation! And I mean even when 3d software is there to use, it's not like you can actually make anything worth while in it, especially not anything that transcends the medium. Right Worthikids?
TL;DR: This argument is basically just " BWAAAAH I’M NOT GONNA USE IT I HAVE STANDARDS (a chip on my shoulder cuz art should be what I deem it to be) "
“PRINCESS AND THE FROG is-”
There’s a reason I can’t say I truly like PRINCESS AND THE FROG even though it's not even a bad movie! Like, stop reading this and watch PATF if you haven't it's good. It's my 'FROZEN', in that; I see a lot of potential in it I just think it needs some serious rewriting and that bugs me. Always have felt that way, tbh.
I dislike this movie because the response from the animation community seems to be it was perfect and the Academy was just Pixar-crazy with UP ((ftr, the Academy IS Pixar’s bitch and I personally advocate a sequel be made to WAKING SLEEPING BEAUTY about Mike Eisner’s sabotage of the 2D department at Disney which is still in place now!- but that’s a story for another day)). I’m sorry but UP was just a better story. So was CORALINE. So was FANTASTIC MR. FOX. Honest to god it feels like poor PATF is brought up as just a talking point and never for it's own worth as a labor of love - which it was! I'd like to honestly know: had PRINCESS AND THE FROG come out now and been cg if it would have even half the defenders for it because now it doesn't "look" like how a Disney movie "should" look...
If you like PatF more than the currant Disney lineup because of it's culture, it's music, it's feminism, it's black representation? Awesome. Great. Those things should be appreciated and I never want that taken away from you. But if you seriously think PatF is better just for how it was animated and looks - I lowkey may hate you.
“ALL OF DISNEY’S LATEST MOVIES SHOULD HAVE BEEN 2D! THEY ALL LOOK AWFUL IN 3D!! ALL OF THEM!”
TANGLED, FROZEN, and MOANA? Yeah. Sure. But um, e x c u s e y o u- WRECK IT RALPH sooooo doesn’t work in 2d! It could have used different between the various worlds but it’s about hopping through different video games. I’m also of the opinion that ZOOTOPIA and BIG HERO 6 are fine the way they are. Their 3d is awesome.
The latest fairy tale Disney films are really big on their place alongside the 2D canon esp in marketing. They keep trying to mimic 2D to varying results though I don't think it works as well as the movie's I'd previously mentioned. Me personally, I would love a mix of 3D and 2D technology, like if the backgrounds in FROZEN still got to be 3D but the characters were handdrawn and shaded ala KLAUS ((sweet sigh)). But even then are they truly unwatchable just based on how they're animated to you?
MOANA would have been incredible in 2D but for the record - I don't think it feels out of place in it's style. It reminds me more of a Pixar movie with the heart of a Disney classic which is it's own just as good.
“2D is the oldest form of animation and it’s being replaced.”
Actually, if we’re talking animation in film, stop motion is the earliest form of animation. The stop motion animated THE ADVENTURES OF PRINCE ACHMED and TALE OF THE FOX predate Disney’s SNOW WHITE. And yes: stop-motion IS still a form of animation even if it’s a serious of pictures taken of real life things and not drawings, so don’t you dare come at me with the "but that's not animated"/"Technically it’s LIVE ACTION" crap or I’ll envoke the spirit of Sandman to get you at night.
“Every animated film would look better in 2D! Even PIXAR would look better in 2D!”
Again, Stop Motion.
No, I mean it.
Lemme ask: Would ISLE OF DOGS or FANTASTIC MR. FOX carry any of the same effect if they were generic 90s toons? I know NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS wouldn’t. Christ, don’t even get me started on Svankmajer!
Sometimes the problem is that a movie is envisioned with a specific artform in mind. Pixar started out with toys and bugs for a reason and that’s cuz they were always gonna be a 3d studio and they needed to first overcome the placisity of the models. Over the years they’ve gotten really good at effects and blending unrealistic proportions with real textures (and also not so much- ONWARD and THE GOOD DINOSAUR really needed some different character designs and yeah, I do think would have looked better with a 2d artstyle, but not the ones they had in their films. THE GOOD DINOSAUR needed more realistic-speculative looking dinos and ONWARD needed a grittier HEAVY METAL/BLACK CAULDRON appeal to its designs.) My point being that the problems with these movies aren’t even inherently the animation as much as it is a problem of style. As someone who runs a group speculating different styles and designs for movies and tv shows I’m all for envisioning a 2D ZOOTOPIA or Bluth-inspired FNAF. That’s amazing!
But that’s also the talk of fan artists and nerds and not the professional artists working on visualizing their stories!!
Since I ate, slept, and breathed NIGHTMARE in my youth I’ll use it as an example: All the concept art ever done for TNBC was on paper and 2D was used in the final film. However, even when Tim Burton was thinking of making it just a tv special it was always going to be stop-motion. NIGHTMARE’s puppet cast do work very well in two dimensions, believe me, but the film was made as a love letter to Rankin/Bass and the art form of stop-motion. Skipping to another Henry Selick-helmed project (haha), JAMES AND THE GIANT PEACH was also always envisioned as a multimedia film to give it a truly dream-like atmosphere. If you know anything about Henry Selick you’ll know he’s 1) a perfectionist, and 2) loves mixed media and different types of animation and puppetry at once. That’s why he was the perfect pick to direct TNBC at the time, why JAMES AND THE GIANT PEACH and CORALINE are so beautiful and why MOONGIRL, his only fully 3d film, doesn’t have the same appeal.
As for what films I couldn’t imagine NOT being 3D? Probably; 9, Padak, Next Gen, Soul, Finding Nemo, the Toy Story films, Wreck-it-Ralph (as previously mentioned), Wall.E, Waltz with Bashir, Robots, Inside Out, Arthur Christmas, The Painting, Happy Feet, Shrek, Enter the Spiderverse, Megamind… just naming a few here.
“I want a traditionally animated film [and by that I mean a 90s-Disney/Don Bluth looking movie] of ‘x'-popular live action/stage thing!”
Okay I’m cheating a bit but it’s my blog and so I’m gonna stick this one in because it’s related.
When I see musings about wanting live-action or CGI shiz to be in 2d again a lot of the time this argument actually boils down to " I want this to look like a 90s Didney movie ". Or, if it’s about animals - " I want it to look like a Don Bluth film! "
Like...there ARE other styles of animation out there...you know that right?
Frack, Disney themselves tried different styles throughout the 90s it’s just that the peak of the Disney renaissance films (LITTLE MERMAID, BEAUTY AND THE BEAST, ALADDIN, THE LION KING) and the many imitators that followed tended to have the same look to them where only film/animation nerds kept watching into the era that was TARZAN, HERCULES, and ATLANTIS along with the kids. Aunt Karen wasn't singing Part of your World in the carride with you every day.
The Don Bluth argument is especially irritating because...what exact feeling do you WANT from a movie if it looked Bluthish? Each of the four ‘quintessential’ Bluth movies (NIMH, AMERICAN TAIL, LBT, and ALL DOGS) have such a different feel to them that’s complimented by that style; SECRET OF NIMH is a drama about wild animals trying to understand humans; LAND BEFORE TIME is even more squarely about an animal’s perspective as there’s literally no humans around; AMERICAN TAIL uses animals stowing away on the ship to tell a story about refugees; and ALL DOGS GO TO HEAVEN is ALL DOGS GO TO HEAVEN.
What the frack are you even asking for with that because I think there’s a certain flavor to the Bluth-styled oeuvre as well as the 90s Disney catalogue that would clash too much stylistically with some films.
Also come on! Like some Bluthian-style 2d would really fix THE SECRET LIFE OF PETS or SCOOB!, bite me.
I think this fixation solely on these two hand drawn styles and nothing else is based on nostalgia goggles, refusing to step outside the norm and discover different films and feelings than Disney and Bluth, and just preference. Goin back to NIGHTMARE there will always be a special place in my heart for Henry Selick’s stop motion, but I couldn’t imagine CHICKEN RUN or ANOMALISA in it's unique style.
Also I’m tired of every time there’s a "lets make an animatic to ‘x’ musical theater song" it’s reliably just Disneyesque or realistic. WHY envision an animated version of the show at all if it doesn’t have A STYLE to it??!?! I’m sorry but 90s-Disney does NOT fit CABARET!
“3D is so CHEAP now! Why can’t they just do 2D again?”
I think - on the cusp of the 2020s and the Grubhub hatedom, there ARE changing times ahead for 3d and 2d. The general public are starting to get tired of the same looking 3d films and wanting some 2d back, but they don’t have the best resources or opinions on animation to know what it is they want. Meanwhile, the animation community + industry is trying to figure out what to do and you have a lot of turmoil between the monopoly that is the industry, the high standards of the artists, and the mixed wants of the animation fanbase deciding what art needs to be.
It’s a tough business. And in the spirit of that tough business - maybe DON’T act like the means of a film’s production is solely your control, that you know best, and know definitively what the artists should have done....cuz you don't. Sorry my fellow criticalfanomanalysist-folks we DON'T and in an age of standom where fans and critics think it's okay to hackle indie animation studios about not getting their pitched cartoon out fast enough - we need to reserve these discussions to our circles and not treat them as gospel.
3d animation and 2d animation have to share this world. Stop acting like they’re either interchangeable in terms of budget, means of production, or artistry or that one has to be superior to the other.
The industry already says one art form is better (spoiler: it’s always live-action), we don’t need anymore of this purist garbage. Just stick to what you like while trying new things on the side. Be critical while also being compassionate. And remember:
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I got bored and made a part two
I made the sequel to this fic right here and I was honestly just in the mood for aggressive fluff™ So here, take some wholesome beans
IBVS is still by onebizarrekai
After that night, the trio had grown much closer. Chris got more comfortable with the subtle signs of affection he’d receive, though that didn’t stop him from being incredibly flustered when it happened. They were still figuring out if their relationship was anything more than very close friendship. Even if it was though, none of them minded the sudden closeness. Edward was still pretty jumpy on some occasions but his paranoia began to ease up. On a similar note, Nevin came back after disappearing for a few days. He said something along the lines of his powers acting up and making him a total jerk. Edward accepted his apology but needless to say, the two weren’t on great terms.
School resumed as normal and soon enough, there was a solid ton of homework and a big project. Luckily, the teacher assigning the project was nice and allowed the kids to pick their own groups. Understandably, the new three musketeers chose each other. Eventually, the final bell rang and they all met up at the front of the school.
“Are we going to my place?” Barry asked.
“How about we go to mine.” Edward responded, “I’ve got more supplies and we won’t have to worry about a cat using our project as a scratching post or something.”
Chris shrugged, “Sure, sounds good to me.”
“Fine by me.” Barry said, “How about we meet up there at 4?”
“Alrighty.”
“I’ll get to cleaning then.” Edward responded with an embarrassed smile.
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Barry knocked on the door to Edward’s house with Chris standing next to him. After a few moments, they saw movement through the warped glass on the side of the door. Finally, Ed opened the door, holding Geno an arms length away.
“Hey guys!” He said, “Come on in.”
After they walked in, Ed shooed Geno to another room but not before the shorter child shouted one last statement.
“Beware the domain of the frog king!” He called ominously before running off somewhere.
“Frog king?” Chris asked and Edward flushed.
“You’ll see.” He mumbled and started walking upstairs.
“This sounds incredibly ominous.” Barry said, chuckling.
When they reached Edward’s room, the jock stopped them, “Hey, umm... You guys promise not to judge me?”
Chris gave him a confused look, “Well yeah, of course. What do you have in there? A crime scene?”
Edward just opened the door, promptly shocking the other two.
There were frogs everywhere.
Most of it was little figurines or posters but there was also a terrarium in the corner holding several colorful frogs.
Barry whistled, “So this is what he meant.”
“I just think they’re cool...” Edward said, looking like he wanted to sink into the floor.
Chris shrugged, tossing his backpack over next to Edwards bed, “Hey, you’re not wrong, frogs are pretty neat.”
Edward instantly lit up, “I know right? And some of them look really awesome! Like the one I have over here!”
He pointed to a black frog with blue spots sitting on a log in the center of the terrarium.
“I didn’t know you liked frogs so much.” Barry said, sitting down on the floor next to the bed.
“I have since I was ten.” Edward said, still looking incredibly happy that they liked his frogs.
“Maybe we could do the project on each of our favorite animals?” Chris suggested, “It shouldn’t be too hard to find things on endangered species of dogs, cats, and frogs.”
“I like it!” Edward said, grabbing his laptop, “Also, you like dogs?”
Chris nodded, “Yeah, especially big ones.”
“Dalmatians?” Barry teased.
“As a matter of fact, yes, I think Dalmatians are awesome.”
“Whatever ya’ nerds,” Edward interjected, “let’s just get to working on the project before we forget about it and start debating about the best animal or something. It’s obviously frogs though.” he added the last part quietly but the other two heard it anyways and gasped.
And so, that was how their debate over the best animal, that lasted a full hour, started.
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“I’m pretty sure we should’ve gotten more done.”
“Nah, that looks good to me.”
“Hey, I’m not about to argue with that if it means I don’t have to work anymore.”
“You hardly did anything though!”
“Irrelevant.”
Currently, they were all laying on the floor, a piece of poster board and an empty bag of chips forgotten in the corner. Barry had given up on trying to keep them on task long ago and ended up joining them in a cuddle pile.
“This is so gay.” Chris said simply and he heard Barry chuckle.
Edward grumbled something incomprehensible, “Oh shut up, you’re being gay too.”
“We all are.” Chris retorted.
“Touché.”
They were all silent for a moment before Barry spoke up.
“We’re not doing anything else with that project today, huh?”
Easy to say, the answer was no.
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“Well, see you tomorrow guys.” Chris said, standing on the porch with Barry and Edward.
“Sure hope so.” Edward said and paused for a moment, “Hey, umm, mind if I do something?”
Chris gave him a curious look, “I mean, so long as I’m not about to get kidnapped or something.”
Edward nodded, proceeding to lean forward and give Chris a small kiss on the cheek before leaning back, looking incredibly embarrassed.
“Sorry,” He mumbled, “just felt right at the moment.”
Chris was completely dumbfounded and was blushing just as bad as Edward. Then Barry, deciding to go with the apparent theme, did the same to the jock, leaving them all in a state of gay panic.
“OKseeyouguystomorrowbye!” Edward said before slamming the door and leaving the other two standing on the porch.
“I think I’m gonna’ need a day or two to recover from this.” Chris squeaked and Barry just nodded.
“I guess we go home now?” Barry suggested.
“I guess so.”
“No one else ever gets to know?”
“No one.”
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hhhhhhhhhhhhh f l u s t e r e d b a b e y s <3
Anyways, pretty sure this is even more ooc than the last one but heck with it, I’m a sucker for frog Ed and in turn, him being a sweet little boy :>
#IBVS#Edward Quinton#Barry Price#Chris Jackson#Geno Quinton#idk he showed up at one point#general's fics
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Chapter Thirteen liveblog of The Mandalorian Season 2! Let’s go!!!
AAAAAAAAA THIS IS THE EPISODE
Thirteen sure is that lucky/unlucky number...
Ok so caveat that I read an online article with a bunch of “leaks” about this ep and if true I’m gonna dislike a LOT of this ep lmaoooooo
Aight so THIS IS VERY DARK BAD FOR MY EYESIGHT
Guessing this is the Ahsoka planet?
Sounds like a warning bell, let’s hope it’s not another Alaskan bull worm/Krayt
Oh nope just shooting people
oh SHOOT THERE SHE IS
Daaaaaamn they didn’t take five seconds
Ok but why’s she fighting them
Dammit Star Wars let me see the ful Ahsoka makeup and outfit!!! Turn on the lights!!!! Let me IN
ALDSFLKJSK WAIT THAT MAKES AHSOKA THE KRAYT THE WARNING BELLS WERE FOR HER AHAHAHA
CHAOS BABE
ok but i love that she calls herself a Jedi
alksdjLKSDJFK WAIT WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO HER MONTRAILS THEY SHRUNK
Ok fine the makeup looks p good
Aaaaaand the theme to make me Emotional
Lady she doesn’t need to learn anything from you she’s had too many teachers already
Lady you Vastly underestimate how willingly Ahsoka will kill YOUR ass
This ain’t her first siege and you ain’t Mandalore bub don’t try her
Yeppppp it’s called The Jedi
The leaks have been right so far let’s hope the rest aren’tttttt
Oho so it looks like this is a lava planet too? Dang Ahsoka following family tradition
“HEY WHAT DID I TELL YOU” god Din is a DAD
AND BABY LISTENED TO HIIIIIIIIM HE’S SUCH A GOOD BABY YODITO DID YOU KNOW I WOULD DIE FOR YOU
this little shit seriously using the Force improperly again bruhhhh you def need SOMEONE to teach you control
Damn Ahsoka you live like this? Needs more decorations
BABY I WOULD DIE FOR YOU MY DARLING SON
MAYBE you should get him some ACTUAL TOYS huh Din?
Is there deadass anyone who’s not trying to steal Din’s armor?
Ok I adore his little side satchel for Yodito
Bruh since when is walking right in and immediately asking suspicious questions gonna do anything for you
Ooop he got caught by the Dai Li
Oh yay public torture fun!
Hmmm more Asian influence in this episode I see
“A Jedi plagues me” PFFF aka the motto of the prequels
OK SO HOW FUCKING MANY PEOPLE IN THIS GALAXY KNOW ABOUT THE JEDI/MANDO BEE AND WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT IT
Uhhhh that’s a big pointy stick lady
Ohhhhh beskar big pointy stick
Ooop we got conflict, Din’s heritage vs. Baby Yoda’s, what will he pick.....
DON’T QUESTION THE BABY DUDE
FOR FUCK’S SAKE DIN PLEASE ACKNOWLEDGE YOUR SON PROPERLY
Bruh she’s gonna jump you
Her Gandalf cloak fits right in with the landscape
For fuck’s sake pleASE STOP JUST RANDOMLY PUTTING DOWN AND IGNORING YOUR SON
Yeppppp and here comes the sneak attack
draMATIC ASS ROBE DROP LIKE HER LINEAGE BEFORE HER
pleasecallhimaBabyYodaAhsokaPLEASE
ALKSDFJSDLKFK I’D DIE FOR HIM LOOK HOW CUTE
OK WHAT? WE DEADASS MISSED HER FIRST REACTION TO HIM????????
FUCKING COWARDS
Lol staring contest at your old frog grandpa but babified, must be weird
Awwww she still likes kids
Sidenote that yeah they really did just fucking shrink her montrails AND lekku she looks like she did at 14 again
NO
NO
NONONONONONO
THAT’S DEADASS THE WORST NAME YOU COULD HAVE COME UP WITH Y A L L
I am NOT calling him that. Y’all can’t make me
OK BUT LITERALLY NONE OF THIS MAKES SENSE
HOW WAS HE TAKEN?
It surrounds us binds us blah blah blah
UH YEAH BUT LUKE’S EXISTS NOW, RIGHT? COME ON, AHSOKA
Ahsoka your idea of testing is making blind teenagers look for crystals while you swing a lightsaber at their face maybe not yet
Every time they call him Gr*gu it makes me die a little more inside
OK HE LITTLE DAD HEAD QUIRK I LOVE THAT
NO DON’T MAKE HIM CALL HIM THAT
Ok also but I would die for leetle baby’s grunting noises
OMG THINKING OUTSIDE THE BOX, HIS TOY HE LIKES
HE’S SO PROUD OF HIS SON I’M GONNA CRYYYYY ;_;
Ahsoka he is a baby tho? Like uhhhhhh this ain’t the same as Anakin
Uh, Din, Ahsoka doesn’t have to worry about that kinda shit, she’s faced waaaaaay worse
Ok so this Elspeth is another ex-Imp
Ok FINE this is gonna be a cool-ass teamup
Ahsoka u drama queen
DRAMA QUEEN AND YOUR DRAMATIC ENTRANCES
Ahhhh I see she’s the flashy Jedi distraction while Din frees the prisoners
Ok but where is Yodito during this
MORGAN’S master? So Gideon, right? Or does Ahsoka know Palps is back
Awwww that first man was gonna help the prisoners too! He IS brave!!!!
LOTH KITTYYYYY!
Oooop we having an old western shootout?
DRAMATIC ROBE DROP PART 2
Oh fuck no we aren’t recanonizing beskar being lightsaber-proof, are we?
Dammit I thought that was how we ended up with the Darksaber in the first place! Because Lucas did NOT want to do that-- for fuck’s sake of course they are
This boi really tried that fake-ass negotiation, he should know better
OH FOR FUCK’S SAKE
T H R A W N
REALLY?
you BETTER STILL BE LOOKING FOR EZRA. THAT BETTER BE WHY. I’M NOT EVEN FUCKING JOKING.
Oh yay they saved the Earth Kingdom
OH NO THE TRACKER
OH NO HE LEFT THE BABY WITH THE SHIP
THE TRACKER FROM LAST EPISODE OH NO
NONONONONONONOOOOOOO
I HAVEN’T EVEN SEEN IT YET BUT I KNOW THE IMPS TOOK HIM
DIN DJARIN YOU FUCKING JACKASS THIS IS WHY YOU DON’T JUST LEAVE YOUR FUCKING SON AFUCKING-LONE-- oh ok he’s fine nvm lol
WAIT BUT THE TRACKER’S STILL THERE????
The Imps are DEF gonna find him soon this is the 6th ep of the season and there’s only 2 more
THANK YOU AHSOKA TELL HIM THAT IS HIS SON
Ok I’ll say it again Din Djarin you fucking dumbass
Ohhhh we recanonizing Tython now
LADY LUKE IS REBUILDING. I GET THEY CAN’T EXACTLY BRING IN YOUNG MARK HAMILL BUT FOR FUCK’S SAKE AT LEAST ACKNOWLEDGE MY BOY LUKE THANKS
Aaaaaand scene.
OK BUT THESE BITCHES CAN NOT JUST ACKNOWLEDGE FUCKING THRAWN AND NOT EZRA. DAVE FILONI YOU CREATED HIM. YOUR OWN CHILD. YOU CAN’T JUST IGNORE EZRA LIKE THIS FOR FUCK’S SAAAAAAKE
Ok so deadass everything in the leaked article was true and I’m gahhhhh over a Lot of things
Hmph
#liveblogging the mando show#sw the mando show#mando man of mystery#the mandalorian#the mandalorian spoilers#the mandalorian season 2 spoilers#star wars#star wars spoilers#sw#sw spoilers
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Jean Jacket
Warnings: swearing, alcohol, drug mention
Summary: Y/N and Luke have been best friends, but they haven’t seen each other in years. Based loosely off of the song “Jean Jacket” by The Summer Set.
Word Count: 9.5k
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You messaged him at 10:14 in the morning. It felt unnatural, and a knot formed in your stomach once you hit send.
You:
hey.
string bean
He didn’t reply until 6:24 that night.
lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:
Don’t call me that.
I’m toned now.
You:
oh my bad
what’s a thicc vegetable
lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:
I don’t know
You:
you have cool hair
so do asparagus’
lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:
Don’t call me asparagus.
You:
sorry
sexy stalk of corn
lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:
I hate you
You:
i love u squid
should i learn how to use photoshop
lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:
Absolutely not
I don’t want to be photoshopped onto corn
What do you want?
You:
oh sorry am i bothering u
lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:
Yes
You:
:o
rude
string bean
Message not delivered.
why aren’t my messages sending
did u block me
wtf asshole
lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:
Hehe
You:
i'm gonna kick ur ass
lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:
Good luck reaching it.
You:
ok getting on a plane rn
and jokes on u
i'm bringing a step ladder w me
lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:
I’ll pay
You:
bet?
did u just fucking venmo me
squid????
lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:
Maybe
You:
luke
do u want me to visit u
lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:
I just venmo’d you
You:
wait do u rly want me to visit u
lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:
Yeah.
You:
wait ok shit... when works best for u
lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:
Literally whenever
You:
don’t u have tours and shit
lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:
Not for five months
You:
oh fuck.
ok I’ll start looking
shit dude
lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:
I miss you.
You:
i miss u 2 squid
sorry i mean
string bean
lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:
JK. Can you venmo me back?
You:
no fuck u
it’s mine now
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You weren’t in airports often.
You never grew accustomed to the atmosphere–– the hustle and bustle of business class and the lack of knives in terminal restaurants. You had no reason to be acquainted. Yet, there was still a familiar panic that gripped you as you stood shoeless and alone in the line for security. The terminals were each a maze of their own, and the heavy Jansport hanging off of your shoulder pushed down against your tight muscles.
You preferred traveling with another person. In fact, you preferred to not travel at all. The comfort of your home held Jeopardy re-runs and take-out Chinese. Whereas your terminal had startling gate announcements and overpriced froyo, and they didn’t even have toppings. The bathrooms smelled of poo no matter what time you chose to use them, and you sat on the toilet in mild discomfort, suitcase meshed between you in the broken metal stall. The same abandoned luggage announcement had played sixteen times since your arrival through security.
But you tried to think about the positive outcome of your travel. You saw yourself running up to him, hands slipping the bulky luggage to the ground as you threw your arms around him. He stood there smiling and calling you old nicknames you had been forced to read over text for six to seven years. And then he would take your hand and guide you to his car, his ever-present smile never faltering because you were there, and he was with you. It would be just like old times.
You thought about all of the places you would go and the people you would meet. Anxiety puddled your head when you thought about meeting his friends. They were untouchable, glamor and gold and all things Hollywood untold. And you were you, but Luke had changed, too.
-
lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:
Still arriving at 6:13 in Terminal B?
You:
u bet ur (terminal B)um
lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:
That was one of your worst.
You:
ur right i gotta work on my comebacks on the flight
lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:
That wasn’t a comeback...?
You:
tHat WasN’t a CoMebAcK
lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:
Die.
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You fell asleep on the flight.
Economy class forced you between a professor in his mid-forties and an athletic coach whose knees nudged against yours every time he shifted. You had started the flight off with a movie, some Anna Kendrick rom-com that stimulated a headache worth three bottles of Ibuprofen. Soon enough you were hobbling over long legs, bladder aching from an unbearable pressure, and then the lavatory was occupied.
You filled the next few hours with a playlist you had made for the flight. Luke’s songs lulled you to sleep–– but you wouldn’t tell him that. You wouldn’t grant him the satisfaction, not unless the moment called for it. That moment only occurred a few times within a year. That moment occurred during the times he came to you when he thought he had no one else.
And you would never tell him how selfish you felt. You would never admit that you loved those moments because you felt important. You felt like he needed you.
You weren’t sure how long you had been asleep for after you woke. The plane was dark and quiet, and not a soul breathed a word. So, you settled down into your seat and kept the light of your phone low. The time was 5:35 in the morning.
The airplane awakened a little after six o’clock, brightness flooding in followed by a chorus of groans and moans. You toyed with the sleeves of your jacket and felt incredibly small. The nerves in your chest simmered, and you thought about the shaky steps you would soon take to reach the arms of an old friend. You didn’t know why the blistering excitement felt so bad. You wanted to sit back down and take a one-way flight all the way back home.
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Luke was in airports all too often.
He grew accustomed to suitcases rattling against filthy marble floors. He memorized the high-pitched, buzzy tone of squeaking escalators in frequented terminals. The familiarity overwhelmed him, and he had almost convinced himself he was among the many travelers on this day.
But he stood alone, not a single ounce of hurry in his bones while he waited for the arrival of an old best friend. The rising sun outside seeped through the large glass windows, yet the warm colors touched his back and kept his chest cold. He wanted your embrace, and he wanted the heat of your smile. Because he didn’t quite remember how it made him feel. He saw your face through pictures and videos, but the comfort of your presence faded from his memories.
Strangers eyed him. He could picture them searching the depths of their brain and wondering why they knew him. At the moment, he wished he wasn’t known. He wished he was seventeen again, the year the excitement was fresh and when the world didn’t seem so small. He wished he still knew you like he had back then.
Luke was tired.
-
Kermit the little bitch frog 🐸:
i need some fucking food
He felt nauseous and numb as he laughed at your words. It was like stage fright, like the intense, sickening nerves had hadn’t felt in years. His fingers trembled against the screen of his phone.
Kermit the little bitch frog 🐸:
also where r u
can u meet at baggage claim
i get nervous when i have to pick up my bag
i get scared that i’m gonna miss it
is that weird
Luke’s stomach knotted, and he typed out a quick affirmation while he kept his eyes locked on the small crowd of faces. Faces that looked like they hadn’t slept in forty years. But then again, Luke felt as though he looked the same way.
Kermit the little bitch frog 🐸:
what happens if i miss my bag
Luke:
It comes back around.
Don’t worry
Kermit the little bitch frog 🐸:
fffuckkkkkk customs
Luke:
Lol.
Kermit the little bitch frog 🐸:
escalators escalators escalators
Luke:
Eels.
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Luke swallowed the bile rising to his throat. It had been years. He hadn’t seen you face-to-face in years, and he still wondered what it was about the moment that made him nervous. The anxiety caused him to shiver, and he tugged the sleeves of his sweater up and under his fingers. His eyes ached from lack of sleep, but he hoped your energy would change that. He hoped his nerves would ease the minute you opened your mouth. All he wanted was for it to feel natural.
He thought he saw you. He thought he had immediately recognized you from across the room, but the stranger was in a dress. Luke knew you would never––in your right mind––wear a dress to travel anywhere. So, he kept his eyes on the person as they walked away, and then there was a tap on his shoulder.
“Hey Squid.”
Luke glanced to his right, heart stammering in his chest at the sound of your voice. You were smiling, your eyes tired yet warm while the jean jacket you wore swallowed you whole. His jean jacket.
“You busy later?”
He cleared his throat and reached up to brush a few hairs away from his face. He didn’t know how to speak or initiate any kind of touch. He didn’t know how to talk to you anymore. “Yeah, sorry,” he mumbled with a small smile. “Got plans.”
“Ah.” You nodded. “You do?”
Luke hummed. He stuffed his hands in his pockets to keep them from shaking. “Meeting up with this old friend,” he said. “They flew all this way t’see me, and to be honest, that was kinda dumb of them.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” you replied with a laugh. “We gonna hug or just like, stand here looking like assholes?”
“The latter,” he said, and you rolled your eyes. Luke laughed as he allowed himself to push down nerves and throw his arms around you. It was a warm hug, just like he wanted it to be. “I see you still got that fuckin’ jacket.”
“Technically, it’s your jacket,” you said, pulling away. Your hair was messy, but he found it endearing. You looked like his best friend even though the years had separated the two of you. You looked soft and sweet, and he didn’t know why he wanted to keep holding you.
You nodded to yourself. “Got my suitcase,” you told him. “No thanks to you. In case you didn’t know, this isn’t baggage claim.”
“Shit,” he muttered. “’m sorry. I’m tired.”
“Oh, sorry to bother you,” you replied, smiling brightly before sending him a wink. “I’ll be going then.” You took a few steps toward the door.
Luke caught your arm. “No, no, you’re not leaving me. We’ve come this far. You’re stuck with me.”
“Oh, joy.”
“I don’t need your sarcasm, babe,” he said, and two of you made your way outside into the cool morning.
You stumbled behind him, your suitcase smacking against large chunks of concrete on the sidewalk. “Babe? Shit. I just shuttered.”
Luke chuckled. His nerves hadn’t disappeared, but he tried hard to ignore them. He felt out of place. He felt as though his head and his body did not exist on the same plane. He felt like he was caught in a dream. Or maybe it was a nightmare.
“Hey, Lu?” You yawned and curled yourself up in the passenger seat of his car.
Luke thought you looked too damn good. He wanted to tell you. “If you put your feet on my dash, I’ll kill you,” he said instead.
You mumbled something incoherent.
Luke slid his keys into the ignition. “Okay, well, that was not English,” he said, “but nice try.”
“Shut up. I’m tired.”
“I’m tired,” he mocked.
You hit his arm, and his laughter filled the small car. “I’ll kill you first. I was gonna ask you if we can get breakfast, but I changed my mind.”
Luke kept his eyes on the road ahead of him, but he ached to look over at you. He ached to take you in and memorize you like he had done over seven years ago. “We can get breakfast, babe,” he said quietly, glancing your way, and then he smiled. Your knees were pressed to your chest, and you had closed your eyes.
At the stop sign, Luke waited a moment to accelerate. The sunrise painted gold into the sky and onto your skin. He wondered if you had always looked this beautiful. He wondered if he had ever thought so before. All he could remember was the present, and every memory was drowned out by the soft scent of your perfume in his car.
The jean jacket you wore had been his once. He never saw how it looked on you. And he never imagined that the sight of you in it would one day take his breath away.
-
“Do you think I should leave it unbuttoned like this?”
“You’re really asking for my opinion on that?”
“Yes.”
You narrowed your gaze.
“Okay, you’re right,” he said, “unbuttoned it is.”
You rolled your eyes. “Love that my opinion is so valued.”
It had only been a day. Your body clock had yet to reset to the time difference, and you spent the afternoon prior knocked out on Luke’s bed with Petunia cuddled against your stomach. It hadn’t been a terrible way to nap, although your neck ached when you woke. The situation was still surreal. You still refused to believe you had traveled across the globe to visit someone you felt like you hardly knew. Except you did know him. He was Luke. He ate his gummy worms with peanut butter.
Yet, your eyes lingered on his figure on your way into his kitchen. You gazed a little too long when he talked about his plans with you. Whenever he nudged your shoulder or poked your arm, you thought about his touch for a few minutes after. It had only been a day.
And it didn’t take long for him to invite you out to a club.
You didn’t like the feeling of the leather seats against your thighs on the drive into the city. Your shorts had ridden up, and you had the sense that something about the night was off. It wasn’t the intoxicating fragrance of Luke’s cologne or the exposed bit of chest that drove you wild. It wasn’t the unbroken melody he sang loudly or the expensive boots that added an inch or two to his already-towering height. It was how expensive he looked–– how untouchable he was. You had thrift your jean shorts for $15, and Luke was missing a button off of his designer shirt. But there was something else about the night that bothered you, and you couldn’t quite place it. So, you belted along to his favorite songs and pretended as though you didn’t feel sick to your stomach.
Luke’s smile hardly faltered throughout the night. He introduced you to faces you assumed you would never see again, and then he would buy you another drink without asking. You could feel his energy, and not even the blasting bass could distract you from the weight of his laughter. He knew everyone, but it didn’t come as a shock. He had always loved people, and people had always loved him.
So, you sat quietly on the couch, feeling miles apart yet inches away at best. You twirled the tiny straw with two fingers and watched your old best friend bounce from person to person. He had a big heart, you told yourself, he loved people. But the thoughts never pushed down the sinking feeling that he had forgotten about you. It was halfway through the night, and you had been sitting alone for forty-seven minutes. Luke was nowhere to be seen.
You:
luke
You placed your phone in between your thighs. One single text had sent your heart into your throat, and you weren’t sure why. You weren’t sure why you felt so sick at the thought of his response.
You:
r u ok
where’d u go
A few strangers crowded around the couch Luke placed you at. It was his usual spot, he said. No one ever took his spot. But you sat alone, and not a soul cared to join you. They knew you didn’t belong here.
You:
string bean
lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:
I’m okay.
:-)
You sighed, letting your head rest against the leather cushion while you watched drunken interactions play out. A song you recognized played throughout the cramped club, and you wished you were anywhere else. You wished you were on a bench overlooking the ocean with a bag of tacos separating you and your friend. You wished you were on the bike path by your house, hand-in-hand with someone you had known all too well. You wished you hadn’t fallen witness to a life you had no part in. You wished you could be the person he wanted you to be.
You:
ok i’m just chillin
The empty glass from your drink had perspired onto the table. After a while, the heat of the room had melted the ice as well, and you were stuck wishing you could conjure up the courage to join the crowd. But you couldn’t. You felt out of place, like you didn’t quite belong. All eyes told you so. You carried on waiting, but you were no longer sure what it was you were waiting for.
You:
r u getting hungry
You stopped waiting for a response after fifteen minutes. Luke had left you for two hours in a club, in some town you had never been to before. He had left you, and you had only been with him for a day. An unsettling feeling grew in your stomach, but you wanted to reject it as much as you could. It was Luke, the boy who shot carrots out of his Nerf Guns but ended up giving himself a black eye. It had to be the same Luke.
You gathered up some strength to stand up. The battery on your phone had been roasted from too many games of Solitaire, and Luke still wasn’t answering your texts. You reached down for your sweating drink, but a pair of arms wrapped themselves around your shoulders before you could.
“Sleepy,” he said, smushing his face against your back. “Why do you smell like pancakes?”
Your body felt frozen beneath his touch. Every muscle tensed. “I don’t,” you replied. “Can we–– can we go? Is that okay?”
Luke’s arms slid off of you, and you could feel his presence now to the right of you. And for some reason, your head hurt at the thought of looking at him. Yet, you did. His curls had slicked down against his rosy, albeit shiny skin, and his eyes were red and droopy. For those few seconds, you weren’t sure why you had thought him attractive. But it quickly changed. He was looking at you, completely looking at you, and he could tell something was wrong.
“Yeah,” he said, his lips falling into a frown. “Course. You okay?”
You nodded and swallowed back the aching tears that threatened in your eyes. “Jet-lagged,” you mumbled. “That’s all.”
Luke nodded, too. “Okay. Yeah. We can go. I’ll get us an Uber.”
“What will you do about your car?”
He seemed to shrug it off, but it was hard to tell through the mass of sweaty bodies. “She’ll be fine. I’ll find a way to get her.”
“I’m sorry.” You hugged your arms close to your chest as the heat from the club transformed into the cool night air.
“No big deal,” said Luke. “Just another Uber trip to come get her. Then I can take her right back.”
“No, um, about leaving,” you responded. “I’m sorry that I wanted t’leave.”
Luke glanced at you from over his shoulder, brows furrowed and lip tugged between his teeth. “Don’t be, babe. I was gonna leave soon anyway.”
You nodded, and an uneasy silence settled in the air. You wished for the right words to say, but you brain went blank, and you found yourself counting cars that passed by.
“It’s really good to see you again,” said Luke after a while. His voice was low and hoarse, and it made you feel a new type of warmth. “Forgot what it was like t’be with you. It’s nice. Like a breath of fresh air.”
You smiled at him, but you knew that was all you could do.
“Missed you a lot.” He smiled at you, too, and through that smile, he whispered, “I’m just really happy you’re here.”
-
Luke thought it hurt to look at you. Because when he did, he was reminded of the person he had left behind, the person he could have been had he stayed. You reminded him of a lost potential within himself, and he didn’t like it. It made him feel dejected, like a lost cause. And looking at you caused much more pain than that. Looking at you was like looking at the world in color for the first time. He saw you differently, and he wondered if this was how he was always supposed to see you.
It was unavoidable— the dawning feeling that only worsened every day. You had only been with him for a week. A whole week of stealing glances and swallowing down irritant thoughts that a best friend shouldn’t have. A part of him felt like he couldn’t call himself that. He felt like he knew you, but he didn’t know you. He read your personality through words and not actions. Maybe it was time he opened his eyes to the person you had become.
-
Kermit the little bitch frog 🐸:
can u not send me tweets rn
u r literally right next to me
loser
Luke:
Can you not be rude?
Kermit the little bitch frog 🐸:
no
Luke:
Fight me.
Kermit the little bitch frog 🐸:
hehe ok
kinky
Luke:
Shut up
Kermit the little bitch frog 🐸:
i feel the sexual tension already
-
Luke took a breath and glanced your way. The afternoon had been spent with his friends; a brimming beer cup soirée spent around the fire in Calum’s backyard. And for some reason, Luke felt like an anomaly. He had better luck counting the hairs on his leg than concentrating on a single conversation. Meanwhile, you cradled your first drink of the night, torso hidden behind the heavy jean jacket he once owned. Beneath it, only a floral bathing suit covered you, and it was enough to make Luke wonder why he had bothered leaving home in the first place.
He couldn’t hear what his friends said, but he could focus in on every little thing about you. From the shape of your legs, all tucked in beneath you to the small smile you wore as you listened to his friends speak. Your hair had dried from the few minutes you spent in the pool, and after a while, you pulled it out of your face and up into a bun. Luke thought you looked pretty, and he knew it wasn’t the initial heat of the fire that warmed him.
But he couldn’t shake the feeling that something else was wrong. You were quiet––timid almost––while you gazed at the palm shadows against the sunset. Even beyond the smiles, you seemed lost. Luke wanted to know why.
-
Luke:
You hungry?
Kermit the little bitch frog 🐸:
fucking starving
tell cal to get better snacks
Luke:
Lol.
I want tacos
Kermit the little bitch frog 🐸:
yoooooooooooooo
can we get tacos?
Luke:
Let’s get some fucking tacos
-
You hadn’t realized how hard it would be.
Luke started a new life for himself seven years prior, and it messed up your world for a while. It had messed up plans and memories you wanted to make with him. You started your own life without the company of your best friend, but he was still a text message away whenever you needed. Because he was still your friend. He still told you every little detail about his life. You knew how things had changed for him, whether they were for better or worse.
You hadn’t realized you would one day face the life he chose for himself. You hadn’t realized how hard it would be. He was the same, but he was so different. Being here simply acted as a reminder that you no longer fit into his life.
It came to you in heavy waves. When the overall reality hit, it hit like a sheet of sadness. You were washed over by emotions while Luke carried on about his favorite restaurant in Italy. You had never been to Italy or France or Spain. You had never been on grandiose adventures, not like Luke. It only hurt because you wished you had been by his side.
The two of you swung by his place for a change of clothes. There was an unexplainable silence that you chose not to break. You felt as though any word from your lips would feel forced, so you kept quiet instead. When you walked back out into the living room in an old tee and leggings, Luke was already there. He was already waiting for you in the patchy jean jacket that you treasured simply because it once belonged to him.
“Still fits, I guess,” he said, and you smiled. It was like old times, so you took a picture of the moment. Luke shot a goofy grin your way, and you had to pretend like it didn’t make your stomach flutter.
“Are there are any taco places you know of that are still open?” you asked Luke after settling into the car. You kept your hands pressed between your thighs. “I’m not really feeling like shitting my pants at a Taco Bell.”
Luke laughed. “Yeah, I know a place.” He turned on the ignition, and right off the bat, a song by The Summer Set began to blast through the speakers. And it felt like a tension had been swept away with the music.
He kept the windows down as you drove, his one hand firm on the wheel and the other out against the breeze. When he sang, he sang low. You couldn’t find it in yourself to sing at all. You could hardly look at him. Yet, you had given into temptation. You gazed at him during the verses and glanced away at the choruses, letting the city lights seep in while you listened to his soft voice. Luke drummed on the wheel during the upbeat melodies, and you found yourself reminiscing on old memories no matter how much you wanted to repress them.
He had always been an awkward kid. The heart on his sleeve never faded or splintered–– it just grew with each passing day. His presence made any form of discomfort wash away, and it still felt that way now. But, as people do, he had changed, and you struggled to find the good in everything. Around you, it was the same Luke you knew. Around others, he had built up a façade for himself. It broke your heart.
Street lamps glistened against the pavement as rain drizzled down. It didn’t last long, and the droplets on the windshield soon dried, but it left an earthy petrichor in the air. A comforting scent that only came with rain. The breeze slipped through your fingers, and you soon felt the words of familiar songs bubble in your chest. They left your lips a second later just as you began to smile. There was something oddly beautiful about the melancholy moment.
So, Luke sang loudly, his hands hitting the wheel while you cried your favorite lyrics. It all came rushing back, and the sorrow melted away. You wished Luke had never left, but you were happy to have this night with him.
-
You unwrapped your taco on your lap. “I’m not gonna tell you you’re wrong for putting that much sour cream on your taco,” you said, kicking your feet out on the stone wall before you, “but you disgust me.”
The waves crashed along the shoreline in the distance, and the beach was dark and eerie. It didn’t matter that it was ten o’clock at night–– the nearby park was busy and loud.
“Oh, I forgot to ask,” said Luke, “is it okay if I put sour cream on my taco?”
You kicked his thigh as he broke out in hysterics, and you thought, this is it–– this is what I’ve been waiting for.
“If you get that shit on my jacket, I’ll kill you,” you responded, meanwhile taking an unattractive bite out of the hard shell of your taco. Shredded cheese fell to the ground below.
“Isn’t it technically my jacket?”
You shrugged “Maybe if you had actually bothered keeping it.”
Luke let out a small gasp, and a large dollop of sour cream plopped against the wrapping on his lap. “Maybe if you were smart enough, you’d realize I let you keep it.”
“Oh, shit. That stings.”
“Good.”
“Fuck you,” you said with a laugh. “I deserved to keep it. I was the one who added all of those patches anyway.”
Luke furrowed his brows. “Not true. I added––“ He twisted around and pointed at a small bunny patch on the shoulder. “––this one.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” you said, sarcasm dripping from your tongue. “You deserve more credit for the tiny bunny patch you found on the side of the road.”
“Thank you.” Luke sighed and grinned, sending a wink your way before biting into his sour cream-coated taco.
You watched the hard-shell crack and fall apart beneath his grip, and you watched as he pouted once the food hit his lap. You stared for too long, burning the image of him in your brain until you were confident it was permanently in there. It burned a little too hot and for a little too long. It continued to burn along the highway while the waves stirred beside you. You were nestled between the hills and the ocean, a cute boy to your left and a strip of heaven laid down before you.
Luke drove for an hour, taking exit after exit until he pulled off near the mouth of a lake in the mountains. The air was stale yet breezy, and exhaustion overwhelmed you. But you kept your eyes from drooping just so you could keep looking at the person you hadn’t realized you missed.
“Come home soon,” you whispered into the dark night. Bugs and other creatures hummed in the distance, meanwhile, you kicked up the crumbled pavement and leaned back against his car. “It hasn’t been home without you.”
Luke let out a quiet laugh, but it was muffled between his lips. “Gonna get all sappy on me now, huh, babe?” he asked, but his smile soon fell when his head turned to face you. He swallowed and faced the stagnant water ahead. “I wanna come home,” he said, “but I feel like I don’t belong there anymore.”
“You’ve always belonged.”
Luke didn’t speak.
“I don’t belong here,” you said, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. You had expected an outrageous reaction, something that assured you that he thought you did belong. But he stayed quiet. “This whole city, this place, it’s–– I mean it’s wonderful. I love it. But it’s not me.”
“It’s weird to have you here,” said Luke. His voice had lowered into a faint hush, yet you felt it in your bones. “Not bad weird. You’re just home. You feel like home. I’m not used to that here.”
“You’re home,” you mumbled.
Luke didn’t waste another moment. He pulled you into a hug, one that reminded you of teenage years and restless late nights. It reminded you of a warmth you lost, of strong arms that hadn’t held you in seven years. His chest expanded with each breath, and you listened closely to the air as it left his lips. And then you couldn’t help but dig your fingers into the rough denim along his back. You couldn’t help but press yourself against his chest in order to feel his heartbeat in sync with yours. You ached to embrace his scent–– you ached to embrace everything about him.
There was something in the air as you pulled away, something thicker than the hint of humidity. Whatever it was, you had trouble letting go of Luke. It felt like you had stood there for ages, just staring at his chest and holding onto his waist as if your life depended on it. You felt like crying, and you felt nervous. Something about his presence made you nervous.
When you looked up, Luke had already been looking down at you. A small smile was playing on his lips, and you could hardly see the twinkle in his eye through the dark night. But you weren’t focusing on his eyes. You focused in on that smile, the one that stretched his smooth, pink lips just slightly. The one that kindled some spark in your chest, and you couldn’t look away.
Luke placed a hand on your jaw, his long, slim fingers cradling you in a soft manner. “You okay?” he asked breathily.
You replayed his words in your head and thought about the ways his lips moved around them. No, you weren’t okay. But you didn’t mind the feeling.
“Yeah,” you whispered. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears. At the same time, it felt like you couldn’t breathe. The desire to kiss him was overwhelming, and it ached and ached. You tightened your grip on his waist, eyes flickering back up to where his lips had pulled into a concerned pout.
Luke let out a breath and tugged his bottom lip between his teeth. His fingers were firm on the back of your head, and then he pulled you in. His lips were on yours, hard yet passion-filled, and neither of you could move. But when he ran out of air, Luke pulled away slowly. His top lip brushed yours as he moved, yet the pressure never left. It still felt like he was kissing you.
Luke had kissed you. And you hadn’t wanted him to stop.
You smiled, fingers toying with the opening of his jean jacket as you glanced down at your shoes. “That was new,” you said lowly.
He laughed, meanwhile running his thumb along the apple of your cheek. It made you feel safe. “Sure was,” he mumbled. “Not bad, though.”
“No,” you replied, looking up. His gaze was intense, but it was the kind of intensity that summoned butterflies. You shrugged. “Not bad at all.”
“Good,” said Luke. “Cos I was plannin’ on kissing you again, but I wasn’t sure if we were on the same page, or––“
You tugged him in and leaned forward to press your lips on his again. You felt him smile against the kiss, and you had to smile, too. Luke’s opposite hand met your other cheek as the kiss deepened. You didn’t mind it–– you had no reason to mind it. In fact, you loved it. You craved it. It was warm and soft, and it made your toes curl. His lips felt like velvet. The heat crawled up into your chest, but the kiss soon ended before the moment carried on.
You felt lighter than air. Small puffs of air escaped your lips while you tried to laugh. And Luke was laughing, too. You were each other’s best friend, and you had kissed.
“Wanna keep driving?” Luke asked you, tracing your bottom lip with the pad of his thumb.
You grinned and nodded before pecking his lips. And then you skipped over to the passenger seat to once again fill the night with new memories to be made.
-
Luke grabbed your hand and laced your fingers with his while The Summer Set continued to blast throughout his car. It felt good to touch you, to finally feel you after all of these years. For some reason, he craved your touch even more now. It had only been a week, yet Luke quickly realized the effect you had on him. It had never been like this before, and he was relieved to know you felt the same way, too. He couldn’t get enough of you.
He wanted every piece of you.
“Should we head back home?” you asked at around two in the morning, lips red from the 7-Eleven slushie you were slurping.
Luke smiled at your appearance. His heart swelled at the sight of you so comfortable in his company. It made him want to hold you and never let go. “You gettin’ tired, babe?”
You giggled. “Never said that.”
Luke’s face physically ached from the weight of his grin.
“I like it when you call me that,” you said.
“Hm?”
“When you call me ‘babe’,” you spoke. “I like it.”
Luke felt a chill rush over him. He wanted to call you “babe” every single fucking day–– he never wanted to stop. “Yeah, babe?”
You hummed.
Luke’s hand instinctively reached out to place itself on your thigh, and he froze. But you didn’t react. When he looked over, your smile hadn’t left.
“Is this okay?” he asked you, fingers burning and shifting against your leggings. His eyes left the road for a split second to watch you nod. Luke smiled again and squeezed your thigh, emitting a quick squeal from you. The sound was music to his ears, and he couldn’t believe how fast he had fallen for everything about you.
The silence that fell over was comfortable.
“Is this what Brian felt like when he wrote Passenger Seat?” you asked after a while.
Luke glanced at you, smile still wide as he slowly replied, “it’s exactly what he felt.”
He took you down to a small beach off of the beaten path after that. The waves were loud, almost violent as he kept his hand firmly locked with yours. The breeze had picked up, but he could still hear your teeth chattering through the gusts.
“Gosh, sure is nice to have a jacket to keep me warm right now,” said Luke while he set himself down into the sand.
“Sh-shut the fuck up,” you muttered, plopping right beside him. “You’re such a fucking j-jackass.”
Luke laughed and took off his jacket, nevertheless. You pulled it over you before falling against him, head nestling onto his shoulder as you brought your knees up for warmth.
“It’s so dark,” you said a few moments later. “Did you come here to murder me?”
“How’d you know?” gasped Luke.
You shoved him away, he only tugged you in closer. You set your head on his lap, and the two of you sat there for thirty minutes in complete silence. He hadn’t wanted to stay quiet–– he had so many things bouncing about in his brain, but he couldn’t find it in himself to say a single word. He couldn’t tell you that this week had been the best week of his entire life, and he couldn’t beg you to stay. He couldn’t keep you in a city you hated to be in.
It had hurt to hear you say that, but he didn’t disagree. Los Angeles didn’t fit you; it never would, no matter how much he wanted you to stay with him. You belonged in comforting towns, ones filled with life and love but held hopes and dreams high. You belonged with him, yet he wasn’t sure where he belonged either. It was too painful to think about.
So, Luke kissed your forehead and ran his fingers along your arm. If he could hold you forever, then he wouldn’t have to think about anything else. He wouldn’t have to think about saying goodbye to you within the next week. He wouldn’t have to think about losing all of the built-up feelings that had surfaced within the past few days. He wouldn’t have to think about losing you.
You were curled up in the passenger seat of his car on the ride home. Your eyes had succumbed to exhaustion at the beach, and he carried you all the way back without stirring you awake. It filled his heart with so much love to see you so calm and peaceful–– he wanted to take you home and hold you for the rest of his life. But he couldn’t do that. He buckled you in, kissed your forehead once more, and then drove home in silence. It left him alone with his thoughts, and he didn’t like that.
“Lu?” Your eyes fluttered open as he unbuckled you and prepared to take you into his home.
“Mornin’, darling,” he said, cracking a smile.
You hummed. “You don’t have t’carry me,” you said, “but thank you.” You rubbed at your tired eyes, and he grabbed your hands to help lift you out of the car. You fell against him and pulled him into a tight hug.
He chuckled, but he didn’t say anything. He just held you close.
“I’ve missed you so much,” you mumbled into his shirt. You leaned back to look up at him.
Luke smiled, and he felt like the luckiest man in the world. He kissed you softly before pulling you back into a hug. “I’ve missed you, too.”
-
lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:
On my way home.
Still okay with going to the party?
You:
ya i wanna black out and vomit in a pool
lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:
Please do not do that.
You:
don’t poop on my party
lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:
It’s technically not your party
You:
party pooper
stinky pooper
ur stinky
lukey “red lobster isn’t that bad” hemmings:
You’re stinky.
You:
yes
-
The next day was weird.
It felt like the night prior had been some drug-induced dream filled with romcom storylines inside a coming-of-age film. It was an old memory resurfaced–– a moment you had shared with him many years prior. Things changed so suddenly.
And neither of you spoke of it. You didn’t know how to. At the same time, you weren’t sure you wanted to.
It had been beautiful in the moment, but thinking back, you weren’t sure it had been a good idea. Luke was Luke, a famous rock star living among the elites in Lost Angeles, and you were a shell of a best friend, old remnants of a life he used to live. You weren’t the one for him, and you never had been. He had too many choices before him; he wouldn’t choose his best friend.
A friend was hosting a birthday party, one you assumed would involve a cake and stupid decorations, perhaps presents as well. But the house was packed upon arrival, and it felt more like a frat party than anything. You wished you had known, yet you fisted the skirt of your black dress and ambled in behind Luke, feeling more like a lost puppy than ever.
Because he had always been a people person. He had always loved people.
You lost him at some point in the night. You scoured the premises, searching for his bright red button-down amongst the sea of illustrious eyes. And then there was you, looking sad and somewhat angry while you searched for your best friend. He had done this only a week ago. He had left you to fend for yourself against a pack of B-list wolves. You hardly felt human in comparison.
Sweat had accumulated against your back while you wandered the crowded rooms. You admired the architecture through a Mike’s Hard haze, wishing you had left town when Luke did to maybe make a name for yourself in and amongst the wealthy. The guilt would have eaten you alive; it would have been all at Luke’s expense.
You found him in the kitchen at one point during the night. He stood there with his friends crowded around, a dazzling yet drunken smile etched on his features, and it seemed as though his eyes alone lit the whole room. The knot building in your stomach was uncomfortable. His laugh echoed, and you had to excuse yourself before he could glance your way.
So, you wandered again and retraced your steps, wondering if you would ever know your place in a world this big. It felt like you never would.
You hadn’t gotten black-out drunk, nor did you vomit in a stranger’s pool. Instead, you sat by that pool with your feet plunged into the illuminated water, fingers still cradling the neck of your lemonade while you listened to strangers talk. The bright blue below made you feel sick, so you stared up at the light-polluted sky and hoped for the night to be over soon.
And then there was a tap on your shoulder.
“Jesus Christ–– thought I lost ya for good,” said Luke, voice hoarse and slurred while he slumped down onto the brick beside you. He stuck his feet in the water without rolling up his pants.
“Nope,” you mumbled. “Been here.”
Luke was smiley, and the freckles on his nose seemed more prominent under the teal hue from the pool.
“Where’d you go?” you asked him, yet your heart ached at the thought of him leaving you the way he did. “I’ve been looking for you.”
“Uh, y’know.” Luke shrugged. “This, there, n’ that.”
You shook your head. “No. I don’t know.”
“I’ve been looking for you,” said Luke, fingers running along the surface of the water before gently splashing your knees. “Wanted t’show my girl around. People kept asking ‘bout you.”
“Your–– your girl?” The words rattled around in your brain, but at the moment, they didn’t settle quite right. They would have sounded wonderful the night prior. But you weren’t property. You weren’t his girl.
Luke glanced at you, eyes shiny and dark, and his lips tugged into a lazy smile. He smelled of whiskey sour and bourbon, a combination that made your stomach churn. You admitted his proximity intimidated you, and you admitted that you wanted nothing more than to go back to last night.
Suddenly, Luke was leaning in to kiss you, and all you could do was push him back. It had been sloppy and wet. It had been wrong.
You couldn’t speak.
“Sorry?” he asked. His eyebrows scrunched together.
You stood quickly, reaching down to fix your dress before you walked off. Luke was hot on your tail.
“I thought you were cool with that!” he exclaimed as he stomped through the grass behind you. A few strangers turned their heads, so you faced him and kept him close. “Did last night mean anything to you?”
“Yes,” you said flatly. “Last night meant everything to me. But last night means nothing now. It has to mean nothing now.”
Luke laughed and ran his fingers through his hair. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Us, Luke,” you said, holding out your arms. “We’ve been best friends for like, ten years, and suddenly that changes in one night. Maybe if we were on similar paths, it would actually work. But it doesn’t work, Luke. It just doesn’t. Not for us.”
His face relaxed, and his lips pulled into a frown. “Not for us?” he whispered. “What does that even mean?”
“It means that you’re you,” you said, “and I’m me. We live on two different parts of the world, and we still don’t know where we belong. It’s not the right time–– if there’s even a right time at all.” You hugged your bare arms as a light breeze blew over.
“Who fucking cares?”
“I care,” you replied.
Luke let out an exasperated sigh. “Fucking hell,” he mumbled, laughing lightly. “Why do you have t’care? Just say fuck it. Do what you fuckin’ want.”
“No, Luke, I can’t just do that––“
“God, you’re being so annoying.”
You blinked. “I’m–– what?”
Luke blanched and swallowed. “Nothing.”
“I’m being so annoying?” you asked with a smirk. “Oh, wow. Okay. Sorry. I guess I’ll stop being so annoying then.”
“No,” said Luke. “I didn’t mean that.”
“You can’t take it back.”
“Please.” His eyes widened, and his sincerity radiated off of him. “I didn’t––“
“What did you mean?”
“What?”
You sighed. Your stomach hurt, and you wanted to just go home. “If you didn’t mean it, then what did you mean?”
Luke shrugged. “Just think you’re being kinda unreasonable.”
“What?” you questioned. “Because I don’t like it here?”
“Because you’re not open to trying!” yelled Luke.
His raised voice made your heart stop. It made every built-up emotion ache to release in an instant. But you wouldn’t let yourself cry. “I want to try,” you said weakly. “I wanna try so badly. But I wanna be happy, Lu.”
He folded his arms over his chest.
“I’m happy with you,” you continued. “But I’m not gonna be happy here. As much as I like being with you, it’s not gonna cancel any of that out.”
Luke didn’t reply. He stared at you, eyes glazed and emotionless.
“I’m gonna go home,” you said.
“Okay.”
You nodded. “I mean, home home.”
Luke’s eyes filled with another unreadable emotion. “Why?”
You sighed again, but this time, you felt annoyed as well. You felt like every feeling from the night prior had dripped from your shoulders. You felt like it had all gone down the drain. “I don’t belong here,” you said.
“Yes, you fucking do!”
“I’m going home,” you repeated, this time harsher as your eyes brimmed with tears.
Luke’s composure fell. There was silence for a moment, and then he nodded. He nodded twice. “Okay,” he mumbled. “Okay.”
-
Luke had been peeling the skin from around his nails.
The two days following the party had been spent in heavy tension. It took every ounce of him to not bring it up–– he wanted to talk about everything he had said, yet the more time that passed, the more he forgot. But he remembered every change in your expression, and his stomach churned at the thought of him upsetting you the way he did. He wanted to take it all back.
You didn’t mention it either. You packed up your belongings quietly, and he didn’t bother you. He didn’t bother exhausting you over words that meant little in the grand scheme of things. Because as much as he wanted you to stay, he knew that you had no choice. In a perfect world, he could drop everything for you. In a perfect world, he could settle down and be with you for the rest of his life. Nobody made decisions in the span of a week, but he wished he could.
He saw you. He didn’t want to see anyone else.
Luke drank his coffee cold on your last day. It stained his white shirt, yet he kept his feet planted against the tiles in his kitchen. He didn’t go change because you were back in the guest room, and he knew that his chest would hurt the sight of you. He knew he would try to say things to make you stay. He knew that they would fail.
He heard the wheels of your suitcase before he saw you. And then you were there, jean jacket draped over your arm while you waited for him to speak up. Luke didn’t know how to talk anymore. He only felt dejection.
“My flight leaves in four hours,” you said, grip tightening around the handle of your suitcase.
Luke nodded. He wanted to believe you were sad, too. He wanted to believe you still thought about that night only days ago.
“I can call a cab,” you continued with a shrug. A light-hearted shrug that felt out-of-place.
He shook his head. “I’ll take you,” he said, but his voice was weak.
“Okay.”
And the familiar silence clicked back into place. It wasn’t supposed to feel like this. It hadn’t felt like this before. Leaving you at sixteen was full of smiles and “see-you-soon”’s. But with you leaving now, it felt like you were leaving for good.
Luke nodded again. “Okay.”
The ride to the airport was quiet. It was a sickening quiet, one that brought on the urge to cry and scream. He wanted to yell at himself for being so fucking ridiculous. His fingers tensed against the steering wheel.
When Luke parked the car, the words “I’m sorry” tumbled from his lips.
You glanced over. “What for?”
A part of him wanted to laugh. You knew the exact reasons why he felt sorry.
But he just shrugged. “For throwing you into my life,” he said. “It was selfish of me. I didn’t think about how it would make you feel.”
“You didn’t mean it like that,” you replied. “I know you didn’t. You were just showing me your life.”
“But it was too much.”
You nodded. “Yeah.”
“I’m sorry.”
You gave Luke a small, sad smile before reaching over and grabbing his hand. You intertwined your fingers with his.
“If it’s okay,” you said, “I’d still like to be a part of your life.”
Luke smiled, too. “Yeah,” he breathed out. “It’s always okay.”
-
You felt sick.
You held Luke’s hand on your way into the airport, and you dreaded letting go. You dreaded the idea of possibly never feeling his touch again. You weren’t saying goodbye for good, but it felt like you were.
“Here’s where I leave you,” he mumbled, voice breaking at the last few words, and his grip on your hand loosened.
You refused to let him go. When you turned around, Luke’s façade had chipped. His eyes welled with tears, and soon enough, yours had, too. You pushed yourself against him in a tight embrace, arms meeting around his neck while his wrapped around your waist. The tears slipped down your cheeks before you could stop them.
You wondered why it was so hard. You wondered why it hurt so much.
You held him for as long as you could before losing your balance. Yet, when you pulled away, you didn’t let go of him. You stood on your toes to brush your nose against his.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered, clutching the collar of his shirt as you pressed your lips to his through tear slicked cheeks.
Luke held you closer, and this time, he didn’t let you pull away. His lips were warm and wet, but it was perfect. Everything about him was perfect. It hurt so much. You wanted to kiss him forever.
When all air ceased, Luke rested his forehead against yours, and you could feel his own tears falling against your skin. His breath was hot on your lips. And then you pulled him in again, teeth clashing in a hard yet heartbreaking kiss. You didn’t care–– you just needed to feel his lips again.
“Don’t leave,” he mumbled.
Your arms weakened around his shoulders, hands soon resting on his chest as you began to move away. It hurt to smile, but you did it anyway. “Gonna miss you, Squid,” you said, and your eyes watered once more.
Luke sniffed, and as your hand cupped his cheek, he leaned into you. He let out a breath. “Gonna miss you, too,” he said.
Your hand fell back to your side. “Well,” you said, swallowing down the tears that threatened to spill. You shot him another smile. “I’ll let you know when I land.”
He nodded. “Yeah, um––“ He scratched the back of his head. “Thank you.”
So, you nodded, too. “See you soon, String Bean.”
And finally, Luke smiled, too.
You gathered your belongings and slowly made your way to the security line, stomach twisting as your thoughts invaded. You couldn’t shake the negative feelings away. Every glance over your shoulder reminded you that you didn’t want to say goodbye. Every step felt erroneous. You looked back at Luke.
He waved at you, and your chest caved in.
It was wrong. Everything was wrong.
Your eyes scanned the line and the many travelers waiting with their tickets in hand. You looked at the agents who seemed less than pleased to be there that day. And finally, you locked your gaze back on Luke again, and your heart tugged.
It was wrong.
So, you left the line and walked back over to him, and he watched you the entire time.
“I’m sure there’s a later flight,” you sputtered out, heart pounding in your chest while a grin spread on his cheeks. You smiled in return.
“Yeah,” he said, laughing. “I’m sure there is.”
You wrapped your arms around his neck again and kissed him until your head spun. It finally felt so right.
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(I felt like writing something Fluffy today. Also posted here.)
When school started up again after summer break, Tsuyu’s teacher introduced a new student to the class.
“This is Midoriya-kun,” the chubby man smiled, letting the eight year old halfway hide behind his legs. “Can everyone say hello?”
“Hello Midoriya!” Most of the other children called, some in the back lifting themselves partially out of their seats in order to wave or just see better. Tsuyu herself stayed quiet, but she smiled when the new boy happened to glance in her direction.
“Would you like to tell your new classmates three things about yourself, Midoriya-kun?” Their teacher asked. At his encouraging nod, Midoriya shuffled a step forward, letting the other children get a clearer look at him. Tsuyu wondered if he might have been moved up a grade by mistake, because the boy seemed closer to her little brother’s size than her own.
“I, um,” Midoriya stammered, “I-I used to go to Shilli Elementary, be-before my- my mom and I, we moved this summer- um. My- my fa-favorite color is, um, red, and, I really like watching Hero ana-analysis videos, o-on the computer.”
“That was very good, kiddo,” the teacher said gently. “Now, why don’t you go have a seat at that table by the window, and we’ll get started for the day, okay?”
Wordlessly, Midoriya nodded, little hands gripping the straps of his backpack so tightly his knuckles turned white. He again looked in Tsuyu’s direction, and she belatedly realized their teacher had indicated her table.
Across from her, Yasu-chan squeaked, head sinking down. When Midoriya got close, his already slow steps faltered, as the boy glanced rapidly between the two empty chairs.
Tsuyu took a deep breath. “You can sit here, kero.”
Sheer relief instantly washed out the nervous fear, and Midoriya shot her a watery smile as he pulled out the chair next to Tsuyu. Yasu-chan immediately calmed as well - the chubby child always panicked at people they didn’t know getting too close. It was why Tsuyu had worked so hard to get a table just for the two of them, a little further away from their rambunctious classmates than normal.
Either their teacher had forgotten, or thought Midoriya needed some distance from the other students too. That would need to be looked into.
In the meantime, though, Tsuyu picked up her pencil with the frog eraser, and focused on carefully writing out reminders for the assignments their class would be working on that week as her teacher went over them. Briefly, she let her gaze dart over to Midoriya, to see him with a brand new notebook writing down the same things.
She looked up to meet Yasu-chan’s eyes across the table, nodded once, and went back to her notes.
When their class stopped for lunchtime, Tsuyu didn’t blink at table-mate grabbing their bag and bolting for the door. Midoriya paused, a brief expression of hurt crossing his face, before it got replaced by wide-eyed concern - because, as Tsuyu and Yasu-chan both anticipated, the new boy very quickly became surrounded by curious classmates.
“Hi, Midoriya! I’m Takara-”
“-my name’s Shion-”
“Why’d you and your mom move?”
“Do you have a dad?”
“I like Hero videos too-!”
“So what’s your Quirk?”
The group of students finally went quiet, watching intently as Midoriya scrambled for answers. “U-um. Th-there was a, um, a p-problem, at, at my old school, so, so Mom decided t-to change. My um, my dad, he’s o-overseas- I don’t, I don’t really s-see him much. And I, um, I don’t-” The boy paused to take a shaky breath, shoulders hunching. “I don’t, don’t have a Quirk.”
Silence.
Tsuyu paused.
“...what, like, it’s gone?” One kid asked, face scrunching up in confusion.
“N-no, I just, um, I n-never got one.”
“Maybe it’s an Emitter Type!” The girl who’d said she liked Hero videos too piped up. “Maybe we could help you figure out what it is-”
“No,” Midoriya repeated, a little more forcefully, despite the way his eyes were starting to glisten. “We went- we went to a doctor. I don’t have one.”
“...weird,” somebody at the back of the group muttered. Others made noises of agreement, some of them backing up from the table. Midoriya’s shoulders hunched even further.
Their teacher finally noticed the group then, and called for them to hurry off to lunch and recess. The group scattered at that, a few still tossing disturbed or pitying looks in Midoriya’s direction. As for the boy himself, he just remained curled up, fingers going white again as they clutched a homemade bento he’d pulled from his backpack before being ambushed.
“Are you alright, kero?”
Tsuyu blinked as Midoriya yelped, practically flinging himself upright. “Oh! S-sorry! I f- I’m sorry, I forgot you were th-there!”
The girl blinked again, and smiled. “It’s okay, kero. I’m pretty quiet.” After a moment, she added, “I’m Asui Tsuyu, by the way. But you can call me Tsu, if you want.”
Midoriya stared at her, a couple of tears slipping from the corners of his eyes. “R-really?”
“Mm-hm. We’re table-mates now, right? And that’s even better than classmates.”
“It- it is?”
Tsuyu nodded. “Don’t worry about Yasu-chan, they get nervous when there are too many people. We like being quiet and out of the way better than sitting at one of the bigger tables.”
Slowly, the boy nodded back. “And, and it’s okay that I- you don’t mind that I’m-?”
“Why would I mind, kero?”
With that, Midoriya burst into tears. Tsuyu felt glad she’d brought her lunch that day, because she spent the whole break period patting the new boy’s back and telling him about the field trip their class was going to take at the end of the year. A little before recess ended, Yasu-chan re-appeared, taking their seat and nervously offering a smile when Midoriya looked up.
“‘M Ono Yasu,” the child whispered, eyes darting to Tsuyu and back. “Jus’ Yasu s’fine.”
“I-Izuku,” Midoriya sniffled, one hand scrubbing away his last few tears as he beamed. “Call me Izuku.”
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Rea rea REA, every time you write a new Ven chapter is a holiday in this house ok!!! Chapter 16!!! *chefs kiss* it had everything!!
You gave us love like Oprah handing out prizes: “Omera gets a blushy domestic moment!” Me too bro, I would lovingly watch her take care of my kid through her warmly lit window and envision a peaceful future with her! It is! What! Elana deserves! ;“Cara gets a muddy squishy hurt/comfort hug!” Cara not being into kids but still plucking Bean away so Elana can have ~training time~, Cara “””yeah you could call it a swim””” Dune; “Din gets asked about his name and everyone has some unresolved feelings!” !!! Din gently rearranges Elana’s posture! He is trying his best! Elana is RIGHT to be on her guard around him but I understand how it’s easy to buckle after hearing That Unmodulated Voice, I understand...but then!! You gave us action! Elana is so Fierce!! She worked so hard on her lessons! She made those kids feel safe even at such great cost! No one in the village was hurt! You can tell this is very traumatic for everyone despite their victory and I’m wishing them all a very take care of their mental health and recover! You gave us B E A N: he fall in a mud puddle! Din chuckle! Bean silently Nestle into Elana’s shirt to recuperate from the battle and everyone calls her mama (my heart is feeling both love and hurt,, how are you doing this WEEKLY)!Anyway I’m so proud of you bb! Your attention to detail, your depth of understanding of your characters, your plot development, your incredible balance of reader’s emotions?? It’s incredible!!! And I’m sure you work insanely hard to produce such amazing content 💕 I know you have your big list of WIPs, but whether you finish them today or next week or decide to move onto new ideas, you will always find people who love your work and appreciate you for creating it ✨ SO remember to take care of yourself OK! (We read those tags to make sure u are not overwhelmed! You know a lot of people would descent on you in a storm of frogs, blankets, and cake to make sure u r feeing your best!)
Oh my gosh???? When I opened this I literally gasped oh this is wonderful🥺😭😭
Bro I simp so badly for Omera it's not even funny anymore, I love her so much❤ she is just such a gentle but fierce soul and I swear if they dont bring her back in Season 3 I will RIOT
I'm so glad that you liked all the little moments in between and noticed all the details!! Writing Cara is incredible fun, she has such an easy voice while writing and her and Elana's interactions are very dear to me.
And Din!! Ooh precious tin can man, he absolutely tries his best but the two of them still have so much left unsaid and they definitely need to have a true heart to heart at some point because it's getting painful lmao.
Writing Bean is my absolute favourite thing😭 he is such a sweetheart and I just cannot get enough of him!!
And babe you're the absolute best, your kind words made me tear up and gosh, if I could hug you right now, I absolutely would🥺🥺❤ amazing people like you is why I love writing and share my stuff onto here, and please accept thousand kisses from me omg🥺💕💕💕
Thank you baby, I appreciate this so much😭❤
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it's officially July but I'm still on pride mode!!! can't stop won't stop
Here are my lgbt+/queer hcs for class 1(g)A(y)!!! Here's what they are in case you don't recognize all of the flags (bc let's be real before I started coloring this I wouldn't recognize at least a few of them either ;^; ), strap in bc it's going to get l o n g:
(also they’re listed in the order they’re shown in the deviantart post rather than this one oop)
- Ojiro is trans!! I feel like he prefers being stealth but still celebrates with all his classmates because it's such a special occasion :')
- Tooru is pan and a demigirl!!! It's her first pride and she's hyped!!!! And full of love!!!!! Love Is Stored In The Tooru!!!
- Todoroki is a gay demiboy!! His trauma has made his experience with gender rather vague and blurry but he's still happy to have a label to somehow describe himself!! He's using End*vor's credit card to buy all of his friends pride merch!!
- Midoriya is bi and trans!! He's been so happy to see his friends discover themselves and even more so to see them celebrating :')
- Iida is bi!! As the second of the three members of the Rich Kids Club, he also wants to support and reaffirm his friends by buying them pride stuff!!
- Kirishima is gay and trans!! I hc that he's been basically the class' go-to for gender identity/sexuality stuff bc he's been out-and-proud since Day 1 until pretty much everyone had a big coming-out ("I'm gay!" "Cool! I think I might be bi! :0c" "I...might...not be a girl???" "I'm pretty sure I'm [ace/genderfluid/etc.]" "What's that?" "Oh, it's [...]" "...might have to look into that. I think it might fit me too?" " :'D !!!!! " ) (he probably cried bc he was so proud of everyone) and then things calmed down a bit . He's a tinsy bit sad ppl no longer come to him for it but he pushes it down because he's just so!!!!!! happy to be surrounded by so many ppl like him!!
- Bakugou is gay, trans and demisexual!! The last part was the hardest for him to figure out and he spent a lot of time being confused at other people, it was when Sero shared his own orientations that he thought maybe he wasn't as alone as he had thought :')
- Uraraka is bi!! She's spent years thinking her crushes on girls were just her being jealous/wanting to be friends with them/not as important/stong as the crushes she's had on boys. She's getting over that internalized stuff now and I'm proud of her!!
- Tsuyu is a trans girl and a lesbian!! She's been very open about wanting people to call her "Tsuyu-chan" because she chose that name herself!! And she's so happy that everyone here is supportive of her and each other!!
- Yaomomo is also a lesbian!! This is her first pride, she's so excited to see all these people with different identities and experiences come together, and while she could easily create pride merch herself she much rather prefers supporing the indepentent LGBT+/Queer creators selling their own! (Hence why she bought two different variations of the lesbian flag for both her and Jirou!) (and probably many more of the stuff you see everyone wearing lol)
- (Speaking of,) Jirou is also also a lesbian and also nonbinary!! Her only connection to girlhood is her love for other girls, but other than maybe updating her wardrobe a little she doesn't mind presenting femininely.
- Sero is asexual, demiromantic and genderflux!! He's v. chill about everything, he probably found out and was like "Oh. Ok cool. I'm hungy" like he has a very laid-back attitude abt his identity/orientation but he Will defend his friends' to hell and back. Group mom heck yea
- Kaminari is bi and nonbinary!! He was scared shitless to the point of losing sleep when he started figuring out that he miiiight like boys too, and even more so when he realised he might not even be a boy?? Thankfully being surrounded by so many supportive people (and having Kirishima as one of his closest and more trustworthy friends) helped him accept himself :')
- Mina is pan and trans!! She's always been very open about being a Romantic™ but rather than being the Disaster Pan that gets flustered around everyone, she's the Disaster Pan that flirts shamelessly using Terrible pick up lines ("If we were dating...heh.....let's just say horses wouldn't be called horses anymore ;) " was the first ever thing she said to Kirishima, which earned her an extremely confused and somewhat flustered "I'm????ga y???? ???????" (it was the first time he'd admitted it out loud so he kinda thanks her for that) )
- Tokoyami is bi and trans!! A while back I read a fic that happened to have trans Tokoyami in it and was like "You know what. Yeah I can see it!" Emo culture is probably what helped him realize, with it playing around with and disregarding gender stereotypes and everything.
- Aoyama is transmasculine, genderfluid and aromantic!! For the longest time he'd much rather have people mistake him for a feminine/gnc boy rather than a girl. It took him a while to come to terms with his aromanticism, since pretty much everyone expected him to be gay- he kinda expected it himself too, since he never liked girls that way, so?? But when he found out about the term "aromantic" it was like a weight lift off his shoulders.
- Shoji is netrois and androsexual!! He knew he liked boys early but he's avoided dealing with figuring out his gender out of fear that he'd be disappointed- he's only ever seen nonbinary/genderqueer people depicted as androgynous and much smaller in stature than himself, so he thought he'd never fit. Seeing everyone else come out (especially the other nonbinary classmates of his), he stopped hesitating and starting working on coming to terms with himself!!
- Satou is asexual and panromantic!! I don't really have much reasoning for this, I never really thought about it (or Satou himself) but when the time came to draw this I was like "Satou likes baking.....and puns are ace culture......FOOD PUNS!!! OF COURSE!!!" I'm sorry glkjhklhfdlkhj;
- Koda is a trans boy!! He's had trouble recognizing it at the start because he's always been soft-spoken (almost nonverbal) and timid and kind, and """"those aren't traits of a boy""""" but he was so happy when he hit puberty and started growing So Much in stature due to his genes and people started "mistaking" him for a boy!! He came out to his parents almost immediately bc compassion and kindness seems to run in the family and he knew he'd be accepted even if they didn't completely understand!! He was more scared to come out to his classmates but when two, three, four of them come out and are accepted for being trans boys, he knows he'll be safe with them too.
- And finally, last but not least, Aizawa is gay and trans!! He might act somewhat aloof about this stuff, but secretly he's very happy that his kids students all have eachother's support, and most of them their families'. Part of him is a little bitter and wishes he had the same kind of support system in their age, but he's going to be there for them if they need him nonetheless. He has his own support system now, and that matters a lot, too.
But wait!! There's M O R E !!!!!
- I always love love LOVE how fanartists/editors give some of the characters more animal-like features, so I did that too!!! I went Full-on-Frog with Tsuyu (and I'm rather proud of how she came out (lol) ), but also I gave Mina some Sharp Chompers and a Fluffy lil' tail bc It's What She Deserves, and Ojiro a lil' toof poking out and ears that sharpen a lil bit at the tips? I hc that as he grows, other than his tail he'll start growing more animal features like that- sharper teeth, longer ears, claws and also, get ready.....pawbeans........the last ones give him Heck when they start growing out, and he needs his palms massaged at least once a day while they do :'( His legs get weird too and they end up looking more like a wolf's back legs :0c
- I gave a lot of them freckles!!!! bc I Love Freckles!!!!!! also, as my sister very eloquently pointed out, I gave Uraraka "A R M S,,,,," bc. let's be honest. the girl got martial training she's not a twig
- Sero is holding the polyamorous flag behind himself, Kaminari and Mina bc.. u guessed it,, they're all dating each other,,,,, lotsa smooches and cuddling and shenanigans bc there's only maybe one(1) braincell between the three of them and most of the time sero has it
- Todoroki, Midoriya, Iida, Kirishima, Bakugou, Tsuyu, Yaomomo, Koda and Aizawa are also autistic. Yes all of them. No I won't explain. (unless you ask in good faith and want to share your own hcs pls ask me then I'll explain everything and you can expect it to be as long as this description!!!!!) (I might draw something about it when it's April again maybe *thinking emoji* )
- Oh!!! and Tooru, Kaminari and Mina are ADHD. Kirishima is also dyslexic.
- Bakugou has been losing his hearing ever since he entered U.A.- sure he's always used his quirk but never freely to that extend and with so much power behind it, so getting into fight after fight with such close proximity to explosions that big really did a number on his ears. He can hear a little better with the right one than the left, so Kirishima has gotten used to walking by his right side before his custom hearing aids came in, and then just stuck to that. Bakugou's custom hearing aids block out any noise above a certain volume bc let's assume technology has advanced to do that. When he and Kirishima started thinking about working together as heroes even after they graduate, Bakugou requested custom ear protectors with similar block-out features as his hearing aids for Kirishima so his ears aren't damaged by working so close to Bakugou (Kirishima cried).
- I'm actually quite flexible on which of the two I hc as trans, or if I hc both of them to be. The "both gay + demi Bkg" is pretty set in my interpretation of them, but I find it interesting how their friendship/relationship could manifest and grow somewhat differently depending on if both of them are trans or if only one of them (and depending on which one of them it is). They're still the same loud rowdy boyes we know and love but there's different conversations to have and difficulties to tackle between them based on that factor alone, and frankly? I Adore It.
Okay that's all!!!! I think. Thanks for reading, if you did!! And if not, I completely understand lol
I hope you had a great pride month!!
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[id: excerpt from Queens’ Play, the second Lymond Chronicles book:
And Sir George Douglas took time to write an anonymous letter to the Queen of France, suggesting that one Richard, Lord Culter, should be invited to Court. Catherine de Médicis received it next day.]
the thing is these books are densely written and so you might think them dry or boring. however this passage made me exclaim "you motherfucker" aloud and i am at work rn
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kepcobi but its just MARINA songs
so i had some outtakes from my kepler playlist, and by and large they were outtakes bc they had the right dysfunctional vibe for a kepcobi sitch but from the wrong perspective.. so i’ve rehomed them here
liner notes / tracklist under the cut !
Are You Satisfied?
you might be saying “hey jude didnt u already use this on the kepler playlist?” and yes i did but it also fits for kepler recruiting jacobi!!!!!!!! its cinematic parallels
I was pulling out my hair the day I got the deal / Chemically calm / Was I meant to feel happy that my life / Was just about to change?
'Cause it's my problem if I wanna pack up and run away / It's my business if I feel the need to smoke and drink and sway / It's my problem, it's my problem if I feel the need to hide / And it's my problem if I have no friends and feel I want to die
About Love
is this song maybe too functional for kepcobi? yeh lol but its also good.. its the initial infatuation yk
But you're in my head, you're in my blood / And it feels so good to hurt so much
Hermit the Frog
jacobi is :clown: for kepler… see now hes past the initial infatuation hes self-aware of how fucked he is
Yeah, I feel I'm watered down / Whenever he's around / I put on the crown of clown / And melt slowly to the ground
Yeah, I feel it coming on / When I've been static for too long / And an explosion comes in time / Before I go and cross the line
I can't help the devil likes to make my heart a double bed / And I can't help he sometimes likes to come and rest his little head
Starring Role
i had to try very hard to not pull like every line from this… its Very good its like.. the thesis of kepcobi
You're hard to hug, tough to talk to / And I never fall asleep when you're in my bed / All you give me is a heartbeat / I've turned into a statue / And it makes me feel depressed / 'Cause the only time you open up is when we get undressed
You don't love me, big fucking deal / I'll never tell you how I feel / You don't love me, not a big deal / I'll never tell you how I feel
You
tfw u at this point kind of get that ur boss/hookup/whatever is kind of fairly fucked up and a bad relationship for u but also u r like. damn still in lov w that guy
You, yeah, you break me down (You) / Yeah, you shut me out (You) / But it's all about you, you (You)
Hypocrates
tfw u r hooking up w ur horrible spy boss and u feel horrible :////// and ur a maudlin kind of jacobi i think whos hit a certain point of drunk and maybe is talking to maxwell who is not super sympathetic and would love to not be hearing this
I know you only want to own me / And that’s the kind of love you show me / You tell me one thing and do another / Keep all your secrets undercover
Shampain
jacobi on a downswing on kepler… after a fight where he walked out on kepler yk
Drinking champagne to forget yesterday / 'Cause I remember the way, the way, the way / It ended the day, the day, the day, the day / That I walked away, away, away, away
Radioactive
tfw u ended things w ur boss/hookup/whatever and now ur still like attracted to him but also angry at him and its a mess
Baby, I'm gonna leave you drowning / Until you reach for my hand
In the night, your heart is full / And by the morning, empty / But baby, I'm the one who left you / You're not the one who left me
Ready to be let down / Now I’m heading for a meltdown
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family on 6 ;;;-;;;;;;
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i’m gonna start rewatching the whole thing to Prepare for the streams starting again, so here’s an intro if anyone else is interested:
do you like messing around in the character creator for 1h+ in any game? and watching let’s plays? what if there was a let’s play of a top-down turn-based tactical rpg, but it was being played by 2 ppl who cannot help but to roleplay? if you want to see two ppl get super invested in character creation and backstory for every single randomly generated member of their team, may i recommend waypoint’s xcom 2 playthru?
join me.... and become very invested in William Gordon aka Valravn, Son of Odin, and all his friends!
edit: i’m a fool for not including this: if you like blaseball!! this is a similar appeal of backstories and personality being written for randomly generated chars!!!!
(bonus xcom stream of them playing w austin’s recreations of f@tt characters bc he’s a NERD)
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that episode was literally So Much,, i cant believe it was only 2h?? i got FRIENDSHIP i got FAMILY ON SIX i got ANGST i got LOVE,, i need this series to keep going for 1000 yrs i cant giv it up
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I love your classpect analysis style, you’ve got a great framework for explaining things! I’d love to get your take on the Prince of Time if it’s not too much bother?👑🕰
Hey thanks!! I’m really glad u like my methodology ::::) And it’s not too much 8other at all!! Here’s my take on the…
Title: Prince of Time
Title Breakdown: One who actively destroys or destroys with [threatens, breaks, annihilates] Time [endings, death, rhythm, narrative, literal Time]
Role in the Session: Destruction Classes are always a volatile force in a session, but where Bards are capricious, Princes are simply explosive. The Prince of Time, as a Culminative-Conclusive Aspect with heavy themes of death, fire, and inevitability, is rendered further explosive by this harmony between their Class and Aspect. Nonetheless, like any other Prince, they will begin with a deficit of Time – they are, much like the Thief of Time, simply running out of it.
The Prince will feel, at first, paralyzed, trapped in any given moment, unable to take decisive action no matter how much they want to. This may not last, but it is certainly the case at first. As such, they might be compelled towards numerous creative endeavors, as a Space player might be, but because they are merely ghosting the Aspect these creations are unlikely to ever reach completion, or even come particularly close. The Prince will be therefore driven towards increasingly reckless courses of action, but might at first choke or freeze up at the deciding moment, and lose their opportunity. In order to overcome the absence of Time that’s stymieing their efforts, the Prince will have to act at the right moment, intervene in Time to prevent catastrophe. If the Prince of Time fails to break through this disorganization, this lack of rhythm, structure, and organization could send them into a downward spiral of continuing to ghost Space while further destroying Time (that is to say, wasting their time!) within themselves. They might go so far as to refuse to participate in the narrative of the game, attempting some novel personal project, doomed to failure, and abandoning their duty to the Alpha Timeline.
Time and Space, unlike the other ten Aspects, are given very specific duties by the game – the Space player must breed the Genesis Frog and create a new Universe; the Time player must preserve the Alpha Timeline’s integrity through strategic use of their ability to travel through time, and create, destroy, understand, exploit, manipulate, or appropriate doomed timelines. The Prince of Time, being as they are so volatile, is going to require some pressure to step into their role in the Game, but if and when they do, they will be remarkably good at their job. We’ve already covered “Destroying Time” and its possible negative consequences, if the Aspect-inverted Prince declines to change their ways and attain some focus, but “Destroying through Time” is a decidedly more positive function, and could mean any number of things. They might destroy Doomed versions of themselves, drawing on their power to prune down the number of Timelines and assure success at a particular class – or they may take the greater risk of creating and immediately sacrificing doomed clones of themselves, literally using these already-dead versions of themselves to attempt suicidal (but effective!) attacks, or to gain a few extra shots at destroying an enemy that won’t stay down. As soon as the Prince realizes that they can be the ones in control of what Time they do have, rather than fixating excessively on their (past or present, perceived or actual) deficit of Time, they will truly come into their own, becoming a Machiavellian plotter-extraordinaire with the power to decide which Timelines keep going, and which ones must die for the good of the team. As a side-note, I think this class, even more so than other Time players, would be inclined towards self-prototyping (for the sake of the team, one would hope they’d have the good sense to do that post-entry, as opposed to “the moment they see the Kernel”.
Speaking of Hope, Hope players tend to work well with Time players, and our Prince is no exception. The Prince would work especially well with a Seer or Sylph of Hope, I think, both of whom would be players inclined towards showing the Prince (and the rest of the team) that they have a chance of success within the Game’s narrative, and that there are things even in this grim post-eschatological landscape worth believing in. On the other hand, a Knight of Doom in cahoots with the Prince, while perhaps… less than beneficial during the early stages of the Game, would wreak havoc in the climactic confrontation with the Black King and/or Queen, by combining the Knight’s pragmatic attitude and strategic acumen with the Prince’s reckless, but certainly explosive, weaponization of Doomed clones.
Opposite Role: The Sylph of Space. Here we have a role that’s decently well-developed within the canon, through Kanaya Maryam. The Sylph of Space will likely try their best to guide the Prince, at first, but could quite possibly inadvertently guide them in the wrong direction, towards Space-inversion and unwitting self-sabotage. The Sylph of Space “heals or passively generates possibility, expansiveness, and … beginnings” which is… rather the opposite of what an under-developed Prince of Time needs. Sylphs are almost always well-intentioned, but in situations of direct or near-direct opposition like this, their meddling has the potential to do more harm than good – and even if they are sufficiently knowledgeable and well-realized as to do the right kind of healing (that is to say, excising the Prince’s excess Space rather than encouraging it to run rampant), the Prince’s backlash against said meddling would certainly do more harm than good. Player-versus-player violence is almost unequivocally Bad News™ for a Session’s chances at success.
God Tier Powers
I’ll keep it brief since this analysis is already running a bit long – Time is the Culminative-Conclusive-Actual Aspect, and it has strong associations with fire, rhythm, and the concept of doomed timelines (and death/narrative conclusion in general). Here are a few ways to bring those notions together…
Temporal Flames: The Prince induces imperceptible fractures in the timeline and grinds them together, generating both literal heat and an increasing rate of Temporal Anomalies (interpret that as you will), the longer they concentrate on this ability. Set enough of a Timeline on fire and you get a hole in the Timeline through which entities from the Furthest Ring, or more likely, another (Doomed) timeline might enter, and through which anyone else might fall. These ruptures would be localized – they aren’t instantaneously dooming the timeline they happen to occupy just by using this ability – but if it sounds disruptive, that’s because it is. Use With Caution.
The Killing Time: The Prince burns through Doomed clones like they were kerosene, unleashing a barrage of inter-timeline assaults against their hapless foe. Each Doomed clone sacrificed fuels the Prince’s own access to their Aspect, but reduces their control over it, given that they are, in a metaphysical sense, “killing the hostages” and thereby surrendering some of their leverage. In addition to being a line of attack in its own right, this self-destructive maneuver also fuels the Prince’s Temporal Flames, damaging the timeline and entities nearby at a frightening rate.
Cutting Room: Reality starts to drop frames in the presence of the Prince, allowing them and their attacks to occur at an accelerated rate due to the falling-away of infinitesimal bits of the timeline. This would be especially effective with firearms, and ranged weapons in general, as it would greatly magnify the rate and accuracy of projectiles’ connecting with their respective targets (at the cost of the occasional arrow, slug, shell, or laser-beam disappearing outright, from Time to Time.
Personality: The Prince of Time is likely to have an interest in music, but be unsatisfied with their own progress and lack the patience, at first, to deeply commit themselves to it. Their personal life is bound to be fraught, even by Time-player standards, and it wouldn’t be unlikely for the Prince to have experienced some childhood trauma that left them feeling as though they’re constantly racing against Time, or that wasting too much Time on any one endeavor is too great of a sacrifice. They might, unfortunately, grind away slowly at the patience of their personal friends or romantic interests, due to their initial lack of focus and extreme impulsivity. These are the main issues that our Prince will have to work past – their failure to engage with their Aspect due to trauma or isolation, and their inability to commit, not only to hobbies or relationships, but to their own plans and schemes post-Entry.
Songs: Well, as it happens, a couple of weeks ago, before I even started doin this Classpectin thing, I made a 10-track Prince of Time playlist, linked here. It shares one or two songs with other Time classes I’ve covered on this blog, but there’s also some new stuff there if you’re interested in checkin it out!!
Thanks again for the request!! As you can probably discern from, uhm, how very long I’ve gone on, I’m a big fan of this Classpect, and in fact suspected that it was my own, for a minute. Princes and Thieves do have a fair few things in common. As always, requests remain open (as of time of writing), and do send any questions you have re: this Role or others!!
~ P L U R ~
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You should do all of them questions and 90 is true
I love you!!!!
1. Favorite instrument?
I work at a music store u can’t just ask me this. When my coworkers play it’s the saxophone or the flute, when the boys in the repair shop are testing repairs and they harmonize with each other or try to outplay one another it’s the bassoon or the trombone or whatever they’re fixing at the moment. When I hear 🎺 give his lesson on Wednesday afternoons it’s the trumpet, and when I think about middle school it’s the clarinet, the flute, the French horn. When I hear the nutcracker pas des deux is the oboe and when I hear edith piaf l’accordeoniste it’s the remarkable human voice. Really my favorite instrument is all of them, it just depends.
2. Favorite fic trope? Mutual pining 🥺
3. Sport you played for the longest amount of time? LMAO I wasn’t a sporty kid but I did ballet
4. Shoe size? 10-11
5. Most recent (good) dream? Uhh I had a dream last night about my coworker 🎹 it wasn’t bad though I can’t really remember what it was about
6. Last person in your DMs? smugg
7. Can you do a handstand? Nooo nooo lmaoo nooooo
8. Unpopular food opinion I don’t like oranges or red meat
9. Conspiracy you believe in? There’s some kind of weird weather dome in my hometown around the military base that makes most storms pass around us
10. Is your hair its natural color/style? Most of it is I dyed the bottom layer of my hair tho so it’s blonde rn
11. state a useless fact all that’s coming to mind is outright lies rn hold on. The inventor of pringles is buried in a pringles can that’s so fucking nasty omg
12. most interesting gossip you’ve heard? Idk I don’t really care for gossip uhhhh have u heard tho rin dippindogs is a huge gay hah she uhh she like men AND women lmao gaaay gaaaay
13. Middle name? Carolyn
14. Sexuality? Bisexual
15. Amount of sleep you got last night? Idk actually I think like 9-10 hrs tho I slept in until 11
16. Opinion on ice cream cake? Tasty!!!
17. Opinion on (cup)cake frosting? It’s depends buttercream is usually too sweet for me in large amounts so I prefer whipped cream frosting
18. Last board game you played? Idk??? We played hunt a killer tho last Thursday me n my family I guess that counts kinda
19. Project you want to start? I need ideas first baby
20. Project you’re working on right now? HAHAHAHAHAHA
21. TV show you’re watching? nothing rn I just rewatch bojack a lot if I watch anything
22. Last movie you watched? Lego batman I think
23. Ever left anon hate? Not legit hate
24. Ever left anon love? Yes all the time. Sometimes to strangers it’s my favorite thing to do
25. Best Disney movie? The princess and the frog
26. Best Pixar movie? Soul or Up I can’t decide
27. Best Star Wars? Um. Empire strikes back
28. Last thing you consumed? Fuit gumy
29. NoTP? Idk I don’t really hate ships unless they’re gross like pedophilic gross
30. story behind your (nick)name? When I was a fetus my great grandfather had a dream that my name should be Carolyn Marie but my parents were huge dweebs so they named me Marina after the actress of Deanna Troi in Star Trek. Idk about my nickname ive just always been Rina/Rin as long as I can remember
31. ice cream order? Lately it’s lemon sorbetto I know it’s SO high in sugar but I love it
32. describe your blog in <5 words I love you
33. how many blogs do you follow? 436
34. Describe your voice it depends usually I sound like a sick child but my customer service voice is really pleasant
35. Describe your smile it’s cute :)
36. What is the place you live known for? LMAOOO LMAO we have a military base nearby and like. I could go on abt that one but also like. There’s a lot of gang violence and a lot of the other consequences of poverty. People from the cities around us see us as “””ghetto””” or violent but it’s just. It’s more than that it’s always more than that. And idk what else there’s nothing really particularly special about this town except that we’re all here and not anywhere else
37. What is the place you’re originally from known for? (if they’re different)
38. pronouns? she/any idc
39. Languages you speak? English
40. first friend you made through tumblr? Idk. I probably don’t talk to them anymore :(
41. Person on tumblr you know in real life? my brother
42. First dog breed you think of shih tzu I have 2 next to me rn
43. room wall color? Purble!!!! The paint color is called grape juice that’s why I picked it!!!
44. Song that’s stuck in your head right now? It’s tricky to rock a rhyme to rock a rhyme that’s right on time it’s trickyyyyy
45. Favorite number? 5, 34
46. Color you associate with your name? Red
47. Favorite jolly rancher flavor?watermelon
48. Pets? 2 dogs rocket and groot and 4 cats loki danni who r from the same litter and we raised from kittens, miss kitty who we adopted from a shelter after my boy blue moon passed away and ben (his real name is Kylo Ren thanks to my mom but I refuse to call him that) he is my little baby and he has 7 toes on his front paws
49. Collections? Hot wheels
50. Character outside of your fandom you’d marry? Girl what lmaooo idk
51. Character outside of your fandom you’d kill? That’s mean :(
52. Have you met any celebrities? NO thank god id have to kill on sight
53. Favorite time period in history? Itslian Renaissance & Romantic Era
54. What time is it right now? 2:35 am oops
55. History or future? Future but like . A good one. Or prehistory
56. Space or ocean? Space
57. Fears? Abandonment
58. Command + v and post. It’s this list of questions u don’t want that
59. Favorite season? Spring
60. Describe your aesthetic. Messy just a mess, neon and old buildings and things, antiques, countryside if there weren’t so many trump pence flags still lmaoo give uppp give up, nature just al of nature and space and places humans can’t touch and places they used to touch but can’t anymore
61. MBTI? Infp but I haven’t taken it in a few years
62. What’s your relationship with your family like? Normal.
63. “Biggest fan” in your tumblr activity? I’m in mobile hold on acc to tumblr it’s akky
64. Favorite musical? Sweeney todd
65. Comfort book? Idk how to read 💔💔💔 wuthering heights tho
66. Comfort movie? Whisper of the heart
67. OTP? Girl idk
68. BroTP? Joey and Tristan yugioh
69. AUs or canon compliant? Canon ig idk
70. Opinion on the person who’s sending the ask? It’s an anon!! But I love them
71. FMK + 3 characters anon didnt leave any characters and I was going to say something very bad but I won’t
72. Dream date? I’ve wanted to do this for a while but ideally it would be after we’d been together a while maybe even engaged or whatever, I wanna go to like a Home Depot or a furniture store and pretend to be married and looking for house paints and furniture and plan what our home is going to look like I wanna do that so bad. But idk for a first/early relationship date i really want to go to the zilker botanical garden it’s one of my favorite places, we could also go to the natural gardener which is a plant nursery in Austin I really love it there too and it’s not that far from zilker.
73. Relationship status? Single
74. Ever dyed your hair? Do you plan to? Yes and perhaps. Maybe
75. Dream job/career? Idk anymore I used to have big girl goals and I haven’t had any in a while. But when I was younger I wanted to be a game warden
76. Favorite band/singer? Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky
77. Something that makes you soft/that you find adorable? My cats
78. The first thing you would do if you won the lottery? Buy a house
79. Are you superstitious? Yes
80. Character you project onto? Shizuku tsukishima
81. Fictional character you’ve had a crush on? Vergil devil may cry. Forever husband
82. Celebrity crush? LMAO
83. Person on here you’d date? my mutuals
84. Person on here you’d marry? 🥺 my mutuals
85. Person on here you’d throw into the void? Smugg
86. Other social media you have? I’ve got a photography insta that I barely use and a Twitter that’s just nintendo switch screenies that’s it
87. Finish the sentence: Due to personal reasons, ___________i will be passing away
88. Bad habit? I find it rlly hard to say no or like to say when and why I’m upset I don’t feel like for the latter I don’t feel like I should bring something that’s upsetting me up because I know I’ll get over it on my own and I don’t really trust myself to be upset about rational things. Idk I’m working on it
89. Three things you like about yourself? I’m hot, I’m kind, I’m resilient
90. Ily and you deserve the world I love you!!!!! YOU deserve it too!!!
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