#Congratulations Kimmy!

[kit4kat]

First picture five years after the graduation episode. Kim went off to college in Hong Kong and her family came down to see the ceremony. (The diploma I got from a sample piece on google.) I had so much fun making everyone look older! This is a scene taken from the first chapter of my new KP fanfic The Last Aztec I'm so excited to get some feedback and to get into the nitty gritty of the plot!

#kim possible #Possible family #James Possible #Ann Possible #Jim and Tim Possible #Congratulations Kimmy! #College bachelors degree #KPfanart #kit4kat's fanart

[elegantchemistry]

Congratulations #markim! Wishing you a lifetime of wedded bliss.

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[desperate-gay]

how bout a heated confession between r and kim little? i really want some kimmy fics 😔😭 my girl needs more love and attention 😔🙏🏻❤

Unexpected Confession

Kim Little x fem!reader

“You, my dear, are one of a kind!” Leah exclaims, grasping onto your shoulders as everyone cheers you on. You smile sheepishly while collecting all of the compliments with a light blush.

Arsenal had just won 4-2 against Chelsea with you scoring two goals back to back at the end of the second half. The whole team basically jumped on you when the final whistle blew, congratulating you while spewing how amazing you were the full ninety minutes.

“Our little miss innocent also showed some of her rough side with that tackle.”

“Katie, stay away from her, we can’t handle you rubbing your card reputation on our goal scorer.” Steph says, shielding you from the Irish woman by wrapping her arms around your front so her taller form blocks your view.

“Well thank you all for the many flattery remarks, but it wasn’t-”

“Y/l/n, a talk?” Kim interrupts, nodding her head toward the empty office.

The team all stand in silence, wondering why their player of the match is getting called away by the captain.

You look at her with a confused look when she announces your last name. The both of you are extremely close and friends outside of games, so when she announces your last name, you’re taken aback.

You quickly follow Kim into the room before she shuts the door with a gentle click and closes the blinds so none of the team can snoop around.

“I told Jonas to bench you for the upcoming game against Manchester.” The midfielder states with a stoic expression and her arms crossed.

“What? Why?”

“That tackle against Reiten was dangerous. Someone could have easily gotten hurt and you need to deal with the consequences.” She explains while avoiding your gaze, not being able to keep her captain facade up if she even takes a peek at your doe eyes.

“That’s so unfair! Russo made a late tackle but she’s not getting benched!” You exclaim, getting irritated at the sudden hostility directed at you.

“Your tackle was dangerous and could’ve cost you an injury. My decision is final.” Kim’s tone warns you it’s the end of the discussion, but you’re too pissed off to give her the satisfaction of an easy win.

As she goes to walk away, you quickly run in front of the door, blocking the older girl from exiting the room. Her eyebrow raises in a silent warning matching the unimpressed look on her face.

“No. You’re not just going to walk out of here without giving me a reason as to why I’m being benched.”

“I’ve already told you-“

“Don’t give me that bullshit excuse that it’s because of my tackle. Yes, it was a little late and that’s my fault but that is no reason not to let me play next week. So tell me the real reason why. Now.”

Kim now raises her eyebrows in surprise at your sudden demanding front. You’re not even sure where it came from because the way the captain is looking at you, you wish you could melt into the floor and never come back, but you simply just gulp and stand up straighter to keep strong.

“Do you really want to be talking to your captain like that?” She questions, cocking her head to the side while slowly walking closer to you, causing you to feel smaller and smaller at the girl's sharp gaze.

“I want the truth.” You say shakily, wiping your clammy hands up and down your tracksuit.

“I gave you the truth, but you can’t deal with it.”

“Why are you lying? Just tell me!” The rise in your voice shocks the other girl, you’re usually always the quiet, calm, and sweet person of the team but not when someone is continually being untruthful towards you.

“You could have gotten injured.” Kim admits halfheartedly, showing you she is still hiding something.

“I am fine. You have no right to take me off the team just because of something that could have happened. If you don’t tell me the real reason now, I am walking out of here and I don’t want you talking to me unless it is an explanation or an apology.”

After a minute or two of silence, you give up. With a scoff and a roll of your eyes, you begin to turn the door handle only to be stopped by an unexpected confession.

“It’s because I love you!”

Your body stays facing the door as you process what the Scottish woman has just said. You run through all the little dates the two of you had together, remembering how you were hoping it would be much more than just friendly, but also thinking that the girl just wasn’t into you like that.

“I should have never said that, it was quite inappropriate. You may leave now.” Kim sighs with one hand on her head and the other waving you off. Slowly, you begin to approach her pacing form.

“Kim.”

“You don’t have to stay. You’re dismissed.”

“Kimmy.”

“Seriously, go home. It was a mistake and I didn’t mean it.”

“I love you too.” You whisper, locking eyes with her when her head snaps up.

“You love me?” She asks in disbelief, making you smile at how quickly the older girl turns quiet.

You take a few steps forward so you’re now face to face with her. You hesitantly wrap your arms around her as your thumb smooths out the tension between her eyes.

“I do. And I’m hoping that your confession was real because if it isn’t, you will see a hole shaped me through that wall.” You joke, causing the both of you to giggle softly, breaking a little of the tension. The taller girl’s hands find a comfortable place on your hips while she continues to look at you with a smile.

“It was real. I have been in love with you for a while now and I wasn’t sure how to tell you. I guess being a jerk wasn’t the best way.” You laugh with a small shake of your head.

“No, it wasn’t, but you can make it up to me.” Your head tilts, looking at her with a bright smile. Once she starts to lean in, you do too, meeting her halfway just before she stops.

“May I?”

“You may.”

With the whisper of confirmation, Kim softly connects her lips to yours in a gentle kiss, showing you how much it means and what it means. Only ten seconds in, she goes to pull away, but you wrap your hands behind her neck and pull her back in.

“Too short.” You mumble against her slightly chapped lips, leaving her chuckling at your eagerness and pushing you closer to her by the small of your back.

Before things got too heated, you both decided to pull away even if you didn’t want to. Although the kiss ended, each other’s arms stayed hugging around the other, enjoying the closeness.

“Will you let me take you on a date, let’s say this Saturday night?”

“I don’t know, I’m supposed to go out with this one girl who constantly takes me out on non-romantic dates because she’s sure we’re just friends.” You sigh in fake disappointment, letting the midfielder roll her eyes at your antics.

You gasp when she slams her lips into yours in a quick but fierce kiss before pulling back with a satisfied look.

“Let me make it romantic.” Kim offers with a charming smile, wooing you fully into saying yes even if you don’t need convincing.

“I’d be an idiot to say no.”

After a few minutes of little kisses, giggles, and talking, the both of you go to open the door only to be met with multiple falling bodies. A sheepish Kyra, Katie, and Beth look up from the floor with guilty smiles while the rest of the team turn back around and continue in their cubbies like they also weren’t eavesdropping.

“Everyone get dressed and leave unless you want to come in extra early tomorrow for some extra laps.” Kim announces with her captain expression, making everybody scramble.

The Scottish woman watches with a stone-cold expression before turning to look at you with a soft smile. She leans over and places a lingering kiss on your cheek.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Of course.”

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[inthedayswhenlandswerefew]

North To The Future [Chapter 8: Crash And Burn]

The year is 1999. You are just beginning your veterinary practice in Juneau, Alaska. Aegon is a mysterious, troubled newcomer to town. You kind of hate him. You are also kind of obsessed with him. Falling for him might legitimately ruin your life…but can you help it? Oh, and there’s a serial killer on the loose known only as the Ice Fisher.

Chapter warnings: Language, alcoholism, addiction, murder, discussions of sex, actual sex (18+ readers only), near-death experiences, health crises, hospitals, questionable tattoos, trout with Trent.

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“He broke up with me.” Kimmie hasn’t taken a single sip of her Miller Lite. She’s staring right past you and Heather, her eyes glassy puddles shimmering with reflections of multicolored Christmas lights. It’s Monday, December 13th, and Dale’s stereo is playing Queen’s Thank God It’s Christmas. You’re in the usual booth and waiting for the boys to get off work. Outside the frosted windows is an ocean of darkness punctuated by narrow aisles of murky streetlight luminescence. “He actually broke up with me.”

Heather snaps her fingers in front of Kimmie’s face. “Uh, Kimmie, Earth to Kimmie, yeah, can you give us a little more exposition, please? When exactly did this happen?”

“Yesterday,” Kimmie says, slightly more present now. “He’d been weird since the hike, super depressed, super boring…he wasn’t even interested in doggie style, and he loves doggie style!”

“Boundaries, Kimmie,” Heather pleads.

“So he called me to come over last night and I went to see him and he was…like…sitting on his couch with his hands folded in his lap like it was a freaking job interview. And he explained that he thought I was totally great and that we’d had a lot of fun together but now he had to break things off for personal reasons.”

“Wow, personal reasons, wow,” Heather muses. She doesn’t turn to look at you, but she does kick your boot under the table. You pretend not to notice.

“Wow,” Joyce echoes wryly, flipping a page in her current fantasy novel. There’s some stately prince on the front cover: crown, sword, shield, long flowing hair like a river of white gold.

“I don’t even care that much,” Kimmie realizes as she’s saying it. “I mean, it was nearing its expiration date anyway. I’m going to get back together with Brad, Aegon’s going to presumably resume sleeping his way through Juneau…or maybe try out taking a vow of celibacy, who knows, he’s been very monkish the past few days. He can be fun sometimes, and I like him, and I wish him all the best, but there’s no future for us. I just realized that he’s the first guy who ever broke up with me instead of the other way around. It feels…not great!”

“Congratulations, you’re a mortal,” Joyce says, not looking up from her book.

“So you wouldn’t care if Aegon got with someone else?” Heather asks Kimmie innocently. This time, you kick Heather. She winces but bites back a hiss of pain.

Kimmie considers this, finally taking a swig of her I’m-a-cool-girl-who-likes-hockey-and-trucks beer. “No, probably not.”

I won’t do it, you vow to yourself with false stoicism, imagined iron you wish you were really made of. I won’t date him, I won’t sleep with him, I won’t fall in love with him. And yet part of you already knows it’s too late. Part of you knows this as if it’s been inked to your skin like the scrawled, secret entries of a journal.

Ursa Minor’s front door bangs open, and what you see when you turn to look doesn’t make any sense. Rob and Trent—both dripping wet, their hair plastered flat to their heads, their boots squeaking on the hardwood floor—rush inside. There are shouts and gasps and people leaping up out of their seats to get a better look. Trent is carrying something over one of his lumberjack-broad shoulders. He kneels to throw it down onto the floor. It’s Aegon: limp, bluish, unconscious.

“Someone call somebody!” Trent bellows. He’s staring down at Aegon in panic, in terror, not knowing what to do. Beads of water run down his face. “An ambulance or 911 or a helicopter…or…or somebody!”

“Got it!” Dale says, darting for the phone behind the bar. Kimmie is shrieking. Joyce is trying to calm her down. And by then, you’re on the floor beside Aegon feeling for a pulse on his carotid. He doesn’t have one. He’s cold and he’s silent and he’s medically dead.

“He fell,” Trent says franticly, helplessly. “We were bringing the boat into the harbor and he got tangled in a net and fell overboard. I pulled him out, but he was underwater for a while and we couldn’t…we couldn’t wake him up…”

“Aegon?!” you scream, shaking him, slapping him across his icy, vacant face. “Aegon, wake up, wake up, please wake up!”

Heather is next to you. “What can I do?”

“Help me get his wet clothes off. Hypothermia.”

She yanks at his boots, his socks, his jeans. “You know how to do CPR, right?”

“Yeah, on a dog!” Still, you have to try. How long can he go without a pulse until he’s braindead? Four minutes? Five? The cold might buy him extra time, but not much. Minutes. You rip off his red flannel shirt; buttons go careening across the wet floor. As you place your palms over his heart, you notice—fleetingly, dazedly, like sloshing through a dream—that he has a scattering of scars on his chest, gashes and punctures and knicks…and two tattoos. There is a dragon spiraled around his right collarbone. Just below his left, there are three words written in light, graceful cursive: I’m a killer.

You start chest compressions. How many am I supposed to do on a human? Ten? Twenty? You can’t remember. You’re sobbing; you aren’t sure when that started, but it’s in full force now. Heather mops the tears from your face with her sleeve so you can see.

He’s going to die, you think. He’s going to die lying on the floor of this bar in his boxers, and he will never tell me anything again, and he will never see his family again, and he will never get better. The channel killed Jesse and now it’s killed Aegon too.

“Is he dead?!” Kimmie yelps from across the room. “Please tell me he’s not dead!”

Heather hurls back: “You’re going to be dead if you don’t shut up! Let her work on him!”

You tilt Aegon’s head back, lift his chin, pinch his nose shut. Then you exhale into him. You can taste the dark ancient salt of the sea on his cold lips…but beneath that there is rum as well. He shouldn’t have been drinking that much at work. He doesn’t usually. What’s different? What’s been bothering him? But you think you know the answer to that.

There’s nothing, nothing, nothing…and then Aegon’s chest rises and he rolls onto his side, choking out torrents of seawater and gasping for air. People are cheering and chattering, but you barely hear them.

“Oh my god!” you cry out, and if you were sobbing before now you’re properly bawling, breathless and hysterical. It’s uncontrollable, you can’t seem to stop. You cling to Aegon as he shivers violently and peers around with half-open, profoundly confused blue eyes, warming him with your own body heat, turning his flesh from blue to white to pink.

“Go get coats and stuff to warm him up,” Heather says to Trent, shoving him away. And you do actually need coats…but also, you think, Heather is trying to get rid of her brother. Because it should be obvious to anyone what’s going on here; it should be obvious to anyone that you’re in love with this white-blond man on the floor who not so very long ago was a stranger.

“Hey, hey,” Aegon rasps, pawing clumsily at your face as if to comfort you, almost poking your eyes out in the process. And then he asks, with genuine confusion: “What the hell are you crying about?”

You start laughing, tears still streaming down your cheeks. “You, idiot. I’m crying about you.”

“I’m fine, Appletini,” he croaks. “Shh. Shh. Stop. No crying.”

“I thought you were dead, I thought…I thought…”

“I’m not that easy to kill,” Aegon says, his eyes dipping shut. Outside in the blackness somewhere, there are sirens whirling. Trent returns with an armful of coats and together you pile them on top of Aegon, burying him in a tomb of L.L.Bean and Patagonia and The North Face. “Trust me. I know.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Obviously, the hospital won’t let Aegon have rum and Cokes. He pushes his morphine button almost constantly, even though the doctors and nurses tell him he’s already maxed out. They began by keeping Aegon overnight for observation, and then he developed pneumonia, and then the first type of antibiotics didn’t work and they had to play roulette until they found one that did. Now it’s a full week later—December 20th—and Aegon is finally feeling like himself again and is due to be released tomorrow. Sunfyre has been staying with you and your parents. He loves it, he gets constant attention and enjoys gazing out the window to see if his new best friend the cow moose will show up. Meanwhile, Trent has convinced his boss Rusty—another high school classmate of your parents, another hulking bearded specimen of the enmeshed Juneau ecosystem—to let Aegon keep his job despite the extended leave; Trent even managed to get Aegon paid time off for the first five days. This is all rather heroic of him. It makes you feel bad for thinking he might be a serial killer. If Trent knows that Aegon was drunk on the job, he hasn’t mentioned it to anybody.

“I got you something,” Aegon tells you when you get off work. It’s just after sunset, the last whisps of pink and lilac dusk vanishing from the sky. Things have been slow at the vet clinic as Christmas draws near, which is good in that you can leave early and visit Aegon more often. It’s bad because you’re less busy, less preoccupied; you have all the time in the world to think about him. Aegon is propped up in bed on pillows—his hair slicked back from his face, his eyes sleepy and racoonish—and wearing a hospital gown that’s too big for him. You can see his collarbones and his tattoos, though you’re trying very hard not to stare, to wonder. He points to the table beside his bed. There’s a bouquet of blue roses lying there.

“For me?!”

“For the person who literally brought me back from the dead? Yeah, I don’t think it’s too extravagant.”

You give him one of the hot chocolates you bought from the hospital cafeteria. It’s not as good as his, obviously, but it’s better than nothing. He clutches the Styrofoam cup with both hands, steam rolling up into his face. He inhales the scent, closes his eyes, sighs deeply with a smile. “I hope they aren’t stolen,” you say about the roses, only half-kidding.

“They’re from the gift shop. I dragged myself down there after lunch. They really weren’t that expensive, I think the cashier gave me a still-attached-to-an-IV discount.”

“Was she cute?”

“She was eighty years old.”

You laugh and sit down in the chair beside his bed, sipping your own hot chocolate: thin, watery, weak. You admire the roses, threading velvety cerulean petals through your fingers. “I love them, really, but I wish you wouldn’t buy things for me. I know you’re chronically short on money. And I am somehow skeptical that you have health insurance. Do you have health insurance?”

He grins toothily. “Nope.”

“Aegon,” you lament.

“It doesn’t matter. They’ll bill me, I’ll never pay, it’s all made up.”

“You might need a halfway decent credit score one day.”

He shakes his head. “I’m never going to try to get a mortgage. I’m never going to apply for a job at a bank or a law firm. I’ll be fine. I’ll live in a tree if that’s what it takes.”

You rest your palm against his cheek and then his forehead, checking for fever. His skin is warm but not hot, pale but not bloodless. You can feel his eyes on you, trying to catch your gaze like a hook through a fish. You avoid them.

“How do I look, vet lady?”

“I’m not really qualified to evaluate humans.”

“I don’t want to get better.”

Now you do stare at him, direct and mystified. “Why?”

“I’m worried you won’t be nice to me anymore.”

You chuckle, relieved. “I’ll still be nice to you, Aegon.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

A nurse pops into the room, young and springy and jovial like a kitten. She must be new; you don’t recognize her, and you’ve been here a lot. “Good afternoon, I’m just swinging by to take your vitals. I see you’re scheduled to go home tomorrow, how exciting!” The nurse squints down at the chart she has pinned to a clipboard. “Aegon…?”

He smirks long-sufferingly. “It’s Greek.”

“It’s lovely!” the nurse recovers. She measures his temperature and heartrate and blood pressure, his reflexes and his oxygenation. He passes all inquiries with flying colors. She congratulates Aegon on his recovery and flits off to tend to more needy patients. You think of the nights you’ve spent curled up in this chair, listening to Aegon’s labored, rattling breathing and watching blooms of flare-hot crimson fever creep across his face. You think of how much it’s going to kill you to lose him someday. You find yourself staring at his tattoos, ink that someone else put there in some other city, remnants of the life he had before.

“You can ask,” Aegon says. “I’m sure you’re wondering.”

You set your hot chocolate on the table and move closer to him, ghosting your fingertips over the words: I’m a killer. He jolts a little, although not in a bad way, not in an unwelcome way. He doesn’t lean away from you. In fact, he leans in. “What’s up with that?”

“Would this be an awkward moment for me to confess that I’m the Ice Fisher?”

You smile. “You have to admit that it’s a little weird. There’s a killer on the loose, you have a tattoo that says you’re a killer, I think any reasonable observer would have questions.”

“Kimmie didn’t.”

“Reasonable observer, I said. Reasonable.”

“It’s not a confession. It’s a Johnny Cash lyric.”

“Really? Which song?” You know a fair amount of Johnny Cash thanks to your dad’s extensive vinyl collection. You skim through his discography in your head: Walk The Line, Ring Of Fire, Get Rhythm, Folsom Prison Blues, I Got Stripes. You can’t remember any of them having that line. It circles around in your skull, only sounding like Aegon’s voice: I’m a killer, I’m a killer.

“I’ve Been Everywhere,” he says. “It’s a cover, actually. Some other guy did it first. But I didn’t know that when I got inked. And I loved Johnny Cash’s version when I heard it. It was like my theme song.”

“Ohhh, right, that’s the one where he lists all the cities he’s been to, like Reno, uh, and Chicago, and, uhhh…”

Aegon sings, deep but hoarse: “Fargo, Minnesota, Buffalo, Toronto, Winslow, Sarasota, Wichita, Tulsa, Ottawa, Oklahoma, Tampa, Panama, Mattawa, La Paloma—” He breaks off with a coughing fit.

“Stop,” you beg, laughing. “Stop, you’re going to hurt yourself.” You trace the cursive letters lightly. I’m a killer. I’m a killer. “Kimmie never had questions about that?”

“I don’t think Kimmie really sees me. She just sees adjectives in the shape of my silhouette. But you…” He puts his hand over yours, pinning it to his chest. You can feel his heart under there somewhere, beneath muscles and bones and a pitch-black sea crawling with monsters that have evolved to live in the extreme gravity, in the depths: ghosts of the past and sirens of the future. He smiles. “You see a lot.”

“20/20, baby.” You study his scars. They’re random like a scatterplot, none large enough to appear life-threatening. “How did you get these?”

“Car accident. A long time ago.”

“Before you left Miami?”

He gazes absently out the window, where snow is falling. You can see it drifting down to the earth in the gloomy beams of streetlights. “Yeah.”

Now there are new lyrics bubbling up in your mind, not anything by Johnny Cash but Cake’s The Distance. No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no wine, he’s haunted by something he cannot define. And perhaps you know something about what that feels like. “Do you really think I’m a coward?” you ask softly. “I know you’re trying not to lie to me. So I’m hoping you’ll tell me the truth. You might be the only person who will.”

Aegon pauses before he answers. “I think a lot of people are cowards in one way or another,” he says diplomatically. “And I think that if that’s your greatest flaw as a human—that you don’t want to disappoint your parents, that you don’t want to hurt them, that you want to repay them for being so wonderful when there are people out there who beat and murder their kids—you turned out alright.”

You think of how easy it would be to rest your head on his bare, scarred chest and let him hold you. You think of how much you want that, want it in a sudden and ravenous and unbearable sort of way. “Thank you,” you whisper.

“No problem, Appletini.”

There is a knock on the door, and you jerk away from Aegon. You pick up your hot chocolate and slurp it as you sink into the chair. Aegon laces his hands together and wrings them. Trent walks in. “Sup, bro?!” he pipes cheerfully.

“Bro,” Aegon offers in return. They bump fists.

“You look like you’re feeling better.”

“I definitely am.”

“Still getting let out tomorrow?”

“Yup. Like a prisoner who made parole. Kimmie already offered to drive me home.” Then he adds: “Platonically.” Kimmie’s the only one in the friend group without a real job. Her parents are both university professors—you aren’t sure how none of the genius chromosomes made their way down the genetic Plinko board to her, but they didn’t—and she gets paid to be their ‘research assistant’…which means she works rarely and with no accountability whatsoever.

Trent’s eyes dart to you, to the blue roses, to you again, finally back to Aegon. He’s beaming, but there’s something hollow about it, like if you struck him across the face it would crack like porcelain. “Flowers, huh? That’s dope.”

“Yeah, I figured it was the least I could do since she saved my life and all.”

“She’s fantastic,” Trent agrees proudly, like he owns you. “In fact, that’s kind of why I’m here.” He turns to you. “I called the house and your parents told me I should check the hospital. I wanted to…you know, now that Aegon’s basically better and we all know he’s not gonna die…I wanted to take you to dinner tomorrow.”

“Dinner?” you repeat, stupidly, like you’re unfamiliar with the concept. “Tomorrow?”

“Yeah, someplace nice. Candlelight and fancy dessert, the whole deal.”

A date. That’s definitely a date. You stare at Trent. He stares at you. Aegon frowns at you both, pressing his knuckles to his lips. “Dinner,” you say awkwardly, but with more conviction. “Totally. Dinner would be nice.”

“Awesome!” Trent thunders. “I’ll pick you up at 8?”

“Sounds good!” you say with overcompensating enthusiasm. Trent swoops in for an unexpected hug—nearly spilling your hot chocolate—and gives Aegon a parting fist bump. Then he’s gone.

“I owe him,” you explain to Aegon, speaking quickly, nervously. “He saved your life, he fished you out of the channel like a goddamn salmon. He’s responsible for you keeping your job. He’s getting you paid time off. He’s been around the hospital a lot this week, he’s been so helpful, selflessly helpful…I can’t just tell him to fuck off after all that.” And then you say: “But it’s only dinner! Only one dinner!”

“Need some condoms?” Aegon teases, trying to make you smile. It works. “I have a box I’m not currently using.”

“I’m on the pill.”

“Good to know.”

“I doubt your condoms are horse-sized anyway.”

“Hey hey hey, it’s not about the number of inches, it’s about how you use them.”

“I’ve heard some very interesting things. About your inches, I mean.”

“Oh no,” he groans, covering his blushing face with his hands.

“I didn’t say bad things. I said interesting things.”

“I wouldn’t mind you knowing from firsthand experience,” he says with a sly little grin you can’t quite read. It’s playful, it’s sharp, it’s baiting, it’s sad.

“About what?”

“About my inches.”

You both burst out laughing, so hard Aegon launches into another coughing fit. You reach for him instinctively, pressing your hand to his chest again as if you can cure him, not a palm reader but a faith healer. A miracle worker. A professional fixer.

“You think it’s safe?” he asks, seriously now. “Dinner, I mean. With Trent.”

“I think he’d have a hard time strangling me in the middle of a crowded restaurant. And everyone’s going to know we’re hanging out together tomorrow night, he’d have to be more than stupid to kill me. He’d have to be all brainstem, like an alligator or a shark. Besides, he doesn’t want me dead.”

“I know. He wants you to be his wife.” There’s nothing to fill the uneasy lull but the pounding of your own heartbeat. “Call me,” Aegon says abruptly. “When you get home tomorrow night. So I know you’re okay.” So I know you didn’t get murdered. So I know you’re not at the bottom of a lake somewhere.

“What if it’s not until really late? I don’t want to disturb you while you’re recovering.”

He looks out the window: into the frigid void, into nothing. “Still call me.”

~~~~~~~~~~

Trent takes you to the Red Dog Saloon, Juneau’s idea of fine dining. You intentionally dress to look not-sexy: dark blue flannel (you’ve warmed to the fabric since Aegon wears it so much) with a T-shirt underneath, jeans, boots, minimal makeup, hair in an I-really-don’t-care messy loose braid. Trent doesn’t seem to notice that this isn’t supposed to be a date. He’s wearing a button-up maroon shirt and khakis. He chats away blithely as you survey the menu. He’s had the servers bring out candles to put on the table. He’s ordered craft beers for you both. You wrinkle your nose and shudder after each thick bitter sip, chasing the beer with desperate gulps of water. Whoever owns the Red Dog Saloon does not share Dale’s devotion to Shania Twain and Christmas music; the stereo is playing Savage Garden’s Crash And Burn.

“Ready to order?” the waitress asks, casting former-football-star Trent a flirtatious smile just in case he’s single. He is! you mentally shout, hoping for telepathy. He just doesn’t know it!

“Yeah,” you begin. “I think I’d like to try your brisket—”

“Oh no, no no no,” Trent says with a chuckle. He flips his hair; in your head, you hear a neigh. “They have a great special. Trout with risotto. How fancy is that?! I don’t even know what risotto is! We gotta try that. We gotta make tonight special.”

“Okay. Yeah. Sure.” You give the waitress a tight smirk as you hand her the menu. “The trout special. Two of them, I guess.”

“You’ll love it,” the waitress promises, tossing Trent another smile like a penny into a fountain. She takes both menus and disappears into the kitchen.

“So,” Trent says, drinking his beer. “I didn’t know you liked Aegon so much. I thought you kind of hated him, actually.”

You shrug, peering into the foam of your unwanted beer. “I don’t like to see anyone suffering. It doesn’t matter who.”

“That makes sense, I guess.”

“And you encouraged me to get along with him because you want him to stay in Juneau so he can be in your band.”

“Oh yeah, right. Okay, never mind. I was just…curious.” Another hair flip.

“Look, Trent…” You gather your courage like raking up autumn leaves. “We’re friends, right?”

He chortles. “Well, I’d like to think we’re a lot more than that.”

I bet you would. “But we never…like…we never put a label on it, you know?”

“Do you need a label?” he says. You had worried he might be mad; instead, he’s amused. You aren’t sure why that makes you feel worse. “Is that what makes it official, us using the words boyfriend, girlfriend, relationship, whatever?”

“Maybe those words don’t really apply to us, and that’s why we haven’t used them yet,” you try hopefully. “Like, if we were supposed to date, it would feel more natural for us to date. But maybe it doesn’t feel so natural, so we’re better off staying friends.”

Now he puts his beer down and stares at you. The glass thumps against the glossy wood. He’s bending towards you, though you don’t think he’s even aware of it; he props his elbows on the table, his brow crinkling in bewilderment. And there’s something else in the lines of his face too. Anger. Indignation. Betrayal. “You want to be friends?”

“I didn’t say that,” you amend swiftly. “I just said maybe we’re better off as friends.”

He slaps his palm against the table—you flinch, hating that he has that power over you—and laughs in amazement. “I’m just…well, I’m shocked! You’re fine with kissing me, and watching movies in your bedroom, and hanging out all the time, and getting drinks together and playing pool and showing me off to your parents, but you’re horrified by the thought of calling it dating?! You’re too much, ladybug. You’re really too much.”

He's going to pretend he doesn’t see that I want out. And he’s going to keep pretending until he’s on his knees with a fucking ring from Zales. “I don’t think I’m looking for a relationship right now, Trent. With anyone.” Oh, and that’s such a goddamn lie.

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

He studies you; but that’s too kind a word for it. His eyes flay you down to the bone. “I’m a good guy, you know.”

“I know,” you lie, nodding agreeably.

“You’re not eighteen anymore,” he says. “It’s not like you have forever to find someone to settle down with. I go to work, I’m popular, I’m presentable, I care about you, I take you on dates, I move your furniture around whenever you fucking ask me to, I’m a good guy. I get that maybe this is progressing a little fast for you, and we can slow down if that’s what you want. But I think it would be pretty stupid to give something like this up. Don’t you?”

It doesn’t sound like a question. It sounds like a threat. Don’t you? Don’t you? “You’re right, Trent,” you hear yourself say, like it’s someone else’s voice. “I’m sorry. You’re right.”

The waitress arrives with your dinner and—not so subtly—slips Trent her number. He makes a great show of ripping it up in front of you. The trout and risotto thing is great, actually. It’s not what you walked in wanting, but it turned out just fine. And maybe that’s what the rest of your life will be like too: other people making choices, you hoping you’ll like the taste.

After dinner and dessert—a Baked Alaska, another of Trent’s suggestions that are more like nonnegotiables—he drives you home in his massive rumbling truck. You talk innocuously about your vet clinic clients, dogs and cats and hamsters and reindeer, until you roll to a stop in front of your parents’ house. You begin your goodbye, opening the truck door. Cold December air floods in.

“Okay Trent, thank you for a lovely night—” He cuts you off with a kiss he didn’t ask for, a hand on your face that feels hot and smothering. You’re so stunned it takes you a few seconds to try to push him away. He ignores you until you shove him so hard he can’t pretend not to notice.

“What are you so worried about?” he demands, he implores, like he’ll fix anything if you just name it, like he’ll strike the nails with his bare hands. But he can’t fix what’s wrong. What’s wrong is that I’m in love with Aegon Targaryen. “Are you scared I’ll be bored of you once you give it all up? Are you worried about getting pregnant? Aren’t you on the pill? I saw the pack in your bedroom.”

You’re nauseated that he noticed, that he’s imagined you like that: naked, compliant, vulnerable. “Yes, Trent, but that’s for me, not for you.”

“Then what’s wrong?”

You tell him the truth. Not the whole truth—not enough to enrage him—but the crux of it: the spine, the heart. “I always thought I knew exactly what my life was going to look like, but now I’m…I’m…”

“Well this is what comes next, right?” Trent says. “You check the boxes for school and work, and then it’s time to settle down. Get married, buy a house, have kids. I’m ready to give you that. I want to give you that. Don’t you want it too?”

Aegon is going to leave, you think with steel-cold dread. Sooner or later, he’ll disappear to start over again in some anonymous new city. And what will my life look like then? What will I have when he’s gone? “I guess I just need some more time to figure things out.”

Trent nods, his jaw clenched tight, looking out into the darkness through his windshield. “I’m not criticizing you for waiting. I’m just wondering what the hell you’re waiting for.”

Inside the house is hushed and empty; your parents are enjoying a night out with your dad’s bowling league. They even took Sunfyre with them. You drag yourself upstairs, each step a mile. You brush your teeth—twice—to get the taste of Trent and craft beer out of your mouth. And then you stand in your bedroom surrounded by posters and magazines, surrounded by fantasies that you will never wrap your hands around. You glance at the box full of Jesse’s journals; you can see the cardboard edge of it poking out from beneath your bed. He’s gone, and he wasn’t perfect, in fact in many ways he was a curse, was a plague, was a monster. But I think my mom would give anything for one more day with him. After all these years, I still think she would.

The blue roses Aegon gave you are in a vase on your nightstand, right next to the phone. They’re already dying. And now your throat is burning, and your eyes are wet with tears, and when defenseless sobs rip from your chest there is no one here to hear them. I don’t want to protect myself from what it would have been like with him. I want to know.

You snatch up the phone, find the Post-it note with Aegon’s number written on it, call him before you have time to change your mind. When he answers, it’s clear you woke him up. His voice is slow and groggy. “Hello?”

“Can I come over?”

“Huh…?”

“Can I please come over? I need to come over. I need to come over right now.”

Now he’s awake. “Yeah, yeah, of course. Are you okay? Where are you?”

“I’m at home, I’m fine, I’m safe, I just…I just…” You swipe the tears from your eyes and take a long, trembling breath. “I just need to come over.”

“No problem,” Aegon says. He is puzzled, he is concerned…but you think a part of him is glad too. “I’ll see you in ten minutes.”

You drive your Jeep to his apartment building and park it—badly, crookedly, like he would—under a streetlight. The night is fiercely, brutally cold when you dive out into it. The full moon is an island; the indigo, star-flecked sky is an ocean deep with secrets and bones and wreckage, splinters of swallowed lives dissolving into the blue. Upstairs, Aegon’s door is already unlocked. He’s wearing a black Nirvana T-shirt and green flannel pajama pants, his hair disheveled. He’s also making hot chocolate.

“Hi,” he says casually, filling the mugs. He adds splashes of French vanilla coffee creamer—plus some 99 Whipped for his green mug—and swirls of whipped cream, then shaves on a generous dusting of Hershey’s chocolate. He gives you the blue mug. You take it in quivering hands. “You alright?”

“Yeah. I’m fine. I’m amazing.”

“Okay.” He waits, patient and watchful, sipping his hot chocolate.

You feel better after a few minutes tick by. Aegon’s apartment is serene and still. The tv is dark; there’s no music, no voices, no distractions. You can barely hear the screech of the Arctic wind outside. The only light turned on is the one in the kitchen; the rest of the apartment is shadows. The hot chocolate is warm, rich, comforting, safe. “How are you feeling?”

“Pretty great,” Aegon replies. “Normal.”

“Good.”

“Yeah.” He gazes at you, still waiting.

You finish your hot chocolate and put the mug in the kitchen sink. You take your hair out of your braid and shake it loose, surveying his apartment with aimless steps: his couch, his guitar, his litany of refrigerator magnets, his unmade bed. Aegon sets his mug down on the counter and crosses his arms over his chest.

“Appletini,” he says. “Why are you here?”

You turn back to him, but you can’t find your words. It’s on your face, it has to be; it’s in a language Aegon can speak fluently. You see the understanding flicker in his eyes like firelight: sudden, bright, exhilarated.

“Say it,” he prompts. “You have to say it, or I’m not going to believe you.”

You try, you really do try. But you can’t get the words to leave your lips. You don’t know how to put what you want from him into words at all. Anything, everything.

He smiles, softly like a whisper. “Me first, huh?” Then he begins undressing. He yanks his Nirvana T-shirt over his head—further tangling his hair—and tosses it across the room. He slips off his pajama pants, and then his boxers too. He’s standing there in the florescent kitchen light, flesh and ink and track marks and scars. “Okay, your turn. If you’re still interested.”

“I want you to do that part.”

He crosses the scuffed hardwood floor, his footsteps quiet. His fingers find the top button of your flannel shirt. His eyes are fixed on yours as he unhooks the first button, another, another after that. He leans in to press his lips to your throat, just beneath your jaw. Slowly, exquisitely slowly, he kisses his way down to your collarbone as he unfastens the rest of the buttons and gently pulls off your shirt, letting it fall to the floor. He slips his hands below the hem of the T-shirt you’re wearing underneath and lifts it away, his knuckles grazing your belly, your waist, your ribs, the lace of your bra. And then he cradles your face in his hands and kisses you with exceptional, reverent slowness, like you’re something that could shatter. You can’t reconcile this man with the sort of wild acrobatics that Kimmie had described. And then you’re not thinking about Kimmie at all. The past is a black hole, the future is an empty sky. There’s no room in this lightning-brief sliver of eternity for anyone else.

You breathe him in: sweetness, warmth, the bite of alcohol, fire and shadows and light. He unbuttons your jeans, unzips them, kneels down to peel them off of you. He touches his lips to your thigh—first the outside, then the downy-soft inside—and hesitates for a moment before he stands to kiss your lips again. His hands skim across your bare back towards the clasp of your bra, raising goosebumps like twilight stars. And then again, he hesitates. His hands come back to your face, his fingertips calloused but lithe.

“You’re nervous,” you murmur, smiling. You tuck his escaped lock of hair behind his ear, pressing yourself against him: hips, chest, soul. The sapphire blue lace of your bra and panties rustles across his skin. You can’t get close enough to him; it’s not possible, it’s not fathomable. He’s holding himself back, you can tell. He’s panting with the effort. In the midnight silence, you can hear every sound he makes with crystalline clarity. The moonlight pours in, painting you both in ghostly silver light.

Aegon chuckles shakily. “I am,” he admits.

“I think you’ve done this once or twice before.”

“Yeah, but not with you.”

“I want this,” you say, your lips to the curl of his ear. His skin is hot with eager, rushing blood. “And I want you to be the one to set me free.”

Something snaps in him, something breaks like a wave. Your bra tumbles to the floor, your panties are whisked away, you and Aegon are on the bed together tangled up like arteries flush with life. There is a breathless sort of desperation in it: in the way your fingers intertwine, in his gasps and your moans, in the sustained pleasure—so intense it borders on pain—that causes euphoric tears to spring up in your eyes, in his deep, startlingly powerful thrusts that begin slowly and then build to a furious rhythm. And you know then that he agrees, it’s not possible to ever get close enough to each other; but still, you resolve to try.

“Look at me, baby,” Aegon whispers as you arch into him and you beg him not to stop, his palm turning your face towards his. “Look at me, look at me, look at me…”

You unravel like thread torn from a spool until its empty, like a mystery, like stitches clipped from a healed wound. There’s an insurmountable sort of peace that follows it. Nothing is okay, and yet everything is, and you can conjure up no words but only colors: the white of snow, the indigo of the night sky, the gold of the rare unclouded midday sun, the ethereal green-violet glow of the Northern Lights. Aegon empties himself inside you, crying out and kissing the side of your face over and over again, tasting heat and salt and your unnamed love for him. You can feel the serenity settling over him as if it’s your own pulse slowing, your own mind cleared like the horizon after a storm. You are irredeemably etched into each other. You are two sides of the same coin: too weightless, too rooted, unable to leave, unable to stay.

As you lay side by side in the moonlight, your fingers tangled in his hair, Aegon says: “You are the only thing that’s ever made me want to stop running.”

“You could stay. I want you to stay.”

“For a while.” He pulls you against him. You rest your head on his chest: ink, scars, slow thudding heartbeat. His fingertips draw invisible paths up the length of your spine. “Not forever. But for a while.”

She’s hoping in time that her memories will fade.

“I don’t want to have to forget you,” you whisper, your voice breaking.

“Not yet,” Aegon vows. It’s the only promise he can make. He kisses your forehead, sweeping the tears from your cheeks with his hands. “Not yet.”

#aegon x you #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon ii targaryen #aegon targaryen #aegon ii #aegon x y/n #aegon targaryen x you #aegon targaryen ii #aegon targaryen ii x reader #aegon ii x you #aegon ii x reader

[burningexeter]

My take on Shego in Global Justice:

While she still has the same snarky and cynical sense of humor and personality, Shego here has more complexities to her than she looks and you'd expect on first glance.

When we are first introduced to her, Shego is a pure sadistic, twisted and downright wicked femme fatale villainess who takes great pride and enjoyment in being evil and flamboyance to her mien. She is a drop dead stunningly gorgeous but boisterous and vile young woman in her early 20s that also has a clear love of gambling albeit in their own sadistic way as she gambles with other people's lives. Shego's sadism is prominently displayed in her introduction, the jazzy yet macabre "Shego Song", as she simply refuses to kill Kim immediately and instead taunts and mocks her helplessness in addition to subjecting her to one of her many instruments of torture. To top it off, she also has a high intelligence that comes with a ferocious and unpredictable quick temper, always thinking 25 steps ahead of everyone else and proves to Kim that she is far and away from some dumb real-life supervillain that she can escape easily. However, it turns out that both give each other a run for their money for the first time in their lives to which Shego more than enjoys on her side as she's now found somebody that gives her a challenge — Kim gives Shego a run for her money while Shego gives Kim a run for her money, with both of them being impressed with the other's skills.

It's then at the end of "Part 5", things take an unexpected turn with her character when just as it looks like she's about to win and defeat Kim for good.... she doesn't. Shego immediately backs off and literally shuts down her plan as it reaches 00:01.

It's revealed that she has standards, Kim has not only shown that she's a more-than-worthy adversary but has managed to do the one thing no one else has ever done — she impressed Shego. Not only that but Shego flat-out reveals she always planned on shutting off the machine just one second before release, having not fallen for Bonnie's scheme whatsoever in the slightest. Because Shego yet again reveals as to why she didn't kill Kim both in her lair and on the top of the school auditorium and why she shut down the machine that she built herself — "I do a lot of things, Kimmie. But killing children and teenagers ain't one of them!".

As she congratulates Kim on giving her her first real fight, promises to see her again another day in some way and is about to walk off into the night, the two of them to their shock are instantly abducted in vans driven by men in masks who shoot electrocuted stunners. It's when they wake up, Kim and Shego find themselves in a place that the latter is all too familiar with — Global Justice.

To be continued....

#kim possible #shego #global justice #Spotify

[hiveworks]

Vampires, Witches, and Magic

Interview with Eric Lide and Angélica María

October 2023

Solstoria by Angélica María (aka: @charmwitch) and Ozzie the Vampire by Eric Lide (aka: @ericlide) are celebrating their 10th year anniversaries! We're diving into these absolute webcomic legends to learn more about their creative process in a joint interview with María and Lide.

Ozzie the Vampire is a webcomic about a vampire gal named Ozzie and her best friend Kimmy who find themselves protecting the town of Gloomburg, New Jersey, which seems to always find itself under the constant assault of demonic forces from the underworld. Sometimes they even learn something!

Solstoria is follows a girl named Samantha and her brother, Lawrence, who carries the weight of protecting his family on his shoulders. When he goes missing, Samantha embarks on an adventure to become a knight.

For a look behind the scenes at these two webcomic series, read on!

It's spooky season, and both of your comics have themes of the supernatural. What kinds of creepy or magical energy do you bring into your comic?

Eric Lide:

I think the demons in Ozzie the Vampire bring the creepy energy for sure. A lot of them have bizarre and impractical anatomy, and they’re pretty enthusiastic about eating people.  Magic is a constant presence in the story as well, mostly through the spells Kimmy and Grimsley use to help Ozzie fight the bad guys.

Angélica María:

To start off, let's talk about the environments! There are certain areas and themes in Solstoria based around my love of Halloween! I'm not from the continental United States, so I've always loved the idea of a spooky air, or of pumpkins and ghosts. The Wayward Lands and Farmlands, two prominent areas spoken about in the story, are themed after the fall season in the United States. Besides that, witches carry a great importance in the story. They are magically gifted individuals of any gender, who purify the air and specialize in magics that are of help to the greater good of society. A witch is someone who can tame ghosts, calm uneven levels of magic in the city, and provide useful trinkets and charms for the everyday chore. They're just neat! Pointy hats are all the rage, too.

Which character in your comic would survive a horror movie?

EL:

Well Ozzie is more or less immortal, so she could probably sleepwalk her way through any horror movie scenario…

AM:

Oddly enough, I feel like Samantha and Oksana (eventually) have the calmest head on their shoulders. Most of the adults would probably be fine, Huxley would serve as a great merchant in between sanctuaries, but as for the rest… Actually, who's to say Solstoria isn't secretly horror…

A decade is a long time to be telling a story! Congratulations! How has your comic changed over the course of its publication?

EL:

When I first started out, I was just kind of drawing whatever and not thinking too much about the future. At that time, I was just trying to cram in as many fight scenes or gags as possible. Over the years though, I’ve come to love these characters and I think about them nonstop, so I’ve been writing more scenarios that challenge them on a personal level. There’s even a bit of romance coming up, which would’ve been unthinkable to me ten years ago.

AM:

Thank you so much! I burnt out for a few years, so you can definitely see my art style and narrative changing. I hope it's not... toooooooooo drastic of a change, but I always told myself to experiment on my pages and change things as I saw fit. If you re-read Solstoria, you will simply see my art evolve with no care of consistency. I apologize if this is glaring, but honestly- it's fun! One of the biggest changes now that I'm working on the story again is that we've swapped protagonists! Currently, we're seeing the story through Lawrence's eyes. Samantha's elder brother is possessed by a crow god, but he still thinks of his family first. Hopefully, they can figure something out together though!

What motivates you to keep going?

EL:

I’ve always been drawing comics since I was very young, so it’s hard to say. I think once a story is in me, it has to come out in some form, even if it takes forever or no one is interested in reading it. That said, comments– audience response of any kind, really– is always a huge boost for me.

Solstoria has an electric 2010s anime flavor. What kind of series inspire you? Do you have any manga or comic recs?

AM:

Oh, I appreciate the comparison, but I wish to counter it- Solstoria is heavily inspired by Japanese RolePlaying Games! Specifically, games created by Capcom, GameArts, Square-Enix, and a few others on top of that! I do have a few anime I quite enjoy, like Princess Tutu formulated my brain intensely. I highly recommend watching this show if you want to experience a masterpiece! If you just want a good time, I also quite like Slayers! As for video games, I have so many to recommend! I love Fire Emblem, Breath of Fire, Star Ocean, LUNAR, Lufia... and so much more! All of these games are close to my heart, but stylistically, I think the Disgaea series has a lot of visual influence on Solstoria.

Ozzie the Vampire has a cool punk flair that reminds me of webcomics I liked from the 2000s. Where do you draw inspiration from? Do you have any zine or webcomic recommendations?

EL:

Music was a big influence on Ozzie! There’s a lot of references to my favorite punk and metal records throughout the series, some obvious, others not so much. I always wanted the comic to look something like a scrappy punk zine. I don’t get to read many webcomics these days, but Boxcar City Rush has been a recent favorite.

What can fans of your series look forward to in the coming year?

EL:

More updates, hopefully. This year was a bit sparse due to working on my debut graphic novel, The Champion of Draeland, but I’ve been wrapping that up and eager to dive back into Ozzie. I have many other graphic novels on the way though, so balancing both worlds is going to be an interesting challenge.

AM:

I'm very ahead of schedule, so I hope I can keep the momentum going. We're learning quite a bit about Samantha's brother, Lawrence, but we will also learn soon about another character who is pivotal to both siblings. He's a quiet, gentle person who tries to take on things on his own, and it doesn't go his way. Also murder. There may be murder.

What is the best way for fans of your series to support you?

EL:

Leaving comments, reblogging and sharing updates, all that stuff really helps for sure! Fan art always brightens my day. I have a Patreon as well where I post early updates and behind-the-scenes material for only $2 a month. And of course, supporting my graphic novels once they release!

AM:

Honestly I really just love comments and tags on tumblr and twitter! If you wish to support me, you can always see early updates on Patreon! Thank you so much! But honestly, I just want to hear feedback from people and hear their thoughts and feelings about my work. It makes me so very happy.

Read Solstoria and Ozzie the Vampire for free and follow @charmwitch and @ericlide for updates!

#comic #webcomic #vampire #witches #hiveworks #solstoria #ozzie the vampire #blog #interview

[thewondersomethingorother]

So, I kind of whiffed it pretty hard with Inktober this year, what with me only getting about halfway through before having to stop.

Finally getting a job will do that.

But with it being the 10 year anniversary of another great vampire comic, Ozzie the Vampire, of @ericlide, I know I had to so something as a congratulations.

What a fun series with equal parts riot and menace, and it makes me finally want to knuckle up and start my own vampire comic.

Anyway, here's the two star menaces of the series; Ozzie the titular vampire on the right, and her BFF Kimmy, the user of the magical book on the left.

No doubt they'd rather be watching anime.

#vampire #fan art #ozzie the vampire #webcomic #hiveworks #sketch #clip studio paint #monster #happy anniversary

[3rddimension]

Comments to the UTM video

Anon sent in a writeup about UTM TNTL video. Here’s the ask:

I don’t know whether this has been posted before on the blog but I’m curious as to why it is not mentioned and discussed more often. What I mean is the video on your playlist from UTM (the TNTL part, link: https://youtu.be/cUKWxkZpeSc?si=UmkIq3ipvb8235Bf) In my opinion, it is the most substantial evidence in terms of their relationship so I wanted to bring this up along with my comments.

I love this video since it points to the fact that something big happened during the holidays in 2022 for S and C. I don’t know who is roasting Shayne (I think it’s Arasha, not sure though) but notice that when this person begins with: “Over the holidays I’ve learned that you are in groundbreaking …”, S is visibly nervous and shocked as if that person is about to reveal something big (probably about their relationship). In addition, Kimmy is pointing at both S and C which means this is directed at both of them and C’s body language changes as well (they basically look like a couple during a family gathering that is about to have a toast made about them to congratulate them on sth). S looks so terrified and relaxes only after Arasha or whoever it is finishes the sentence (immediate change right after she says “series”). Then everyone kind of relaxes and starts laughing. But when you look at S’s expressions during that moment it is clear that he is worried that this person might spill the beans about him and C. 

Now, what happened over the holidays? My theory is that they got engaged. In another video from the same event: https://youtu.be/qAOJ3R0PFvk?si=QqEijzKjuzLeXhLp, Courtney says her famous line to Kimmy about being “a little bit more engaged than” her. Once again, look at everyone’s reactions. First of all, that bit is not a punchline and in itself is not funny unless we assume that there is some truth to it. What is more, who laughs the hardest - Shayne ��� I am not super up-to-date with S and C’s relationship timeline. It could be that they just moved in with each other over the holidays but why would C mention the engagement part? I also think that this is right after C had spent holidays with S’s family in Colorado.

I don’t think that they got engaged tbh but maybe something like promise ring was what happened. 

Also it’s not moving in because they already moved in with each other since around Nov 2021 and moved to bigger room in the same apartment around Jul/Aug 2022. Also the holiday is happened after UTM is done btw. Court posted the airport picture around 23 Dec 2022. (https://www.tumblr.com/3rddimension/725966279873363968/i-didnt-know-that-c-spent-last-years-christmas?source=share)

[stormblessed95]

Hey, Storm! Do you know where the information that Tae protected Jimin from bullying comes from? I've been trying to find a source for it, with no luck.

People took something and blew it up to exaggeration to the finest degree. The grain of truth this statement comes from is from Jimin and Tae talking about going to high-school together and how they first met etc in 2014

In the Hanryupia 2014 January Issue to be specific. Here is the exact translation of the school part in particular:

JIMIN:「It was really shocking! I moved into the dormitory in May 2012, about 1 year after V. On the first day, I went to his room to greet him and he was wearing bright red boxers lying on the bed! I became anxious while thinking that I came to an unbelievable place. (Laughs)」

V: 「I was also surprised. You came in so suddenly, I thought it was a hidden camera. Anyways, you saw my lucky underwear like that… (crestfallen)」

JIMIN: 「That night, with V’s suggestion, the 3 of us with Jungkook, we slept all tangled up together in the living room. I’m shy with strangers so it felt uncomfortable, but V approached me with an open mind so I felt relaxed straight away. I had a good time.」

V:「That’s right. The 3 of us slept together. We only wore underwear (laughs) it was like a frank/ straightforward friendship? The next day, Jimin and I went to school. Maybe it was because he transferred to a new school and it was the first day for him, he was really nervous. On the way to school, he said things like 『Gangnam is incredible.』 He was talking randomly in a stiff Busan dialect, it was cute.」

JIMIN: 「As soon as we arrived to the school, V introduced me to the teachers and his friends. I’m grateful (for that).」

V: 「During the break, you were all alone at the back of the classroom, fidgeting with your phone right? I was surprised so I got angry at my friends and said: 『why are you not talking to my friend?』 Then my friend replied: 『I talked for 20 minutes, but Jiminie only answered my questions, he was quiet so I stopped talking.』 How shy are you with strangers~」

JIMIN: 「I was worrying that they might laugh at my Busan dialect…」

V: 「Surprisingly, dialects are popular among the Seoul kids. But I didn’t tell them that I was from Daegu (laughs).」

JIMIN: 「Recently, I feel like I’m forgetting my dialect. But, my standard Korean still isn’t perfect. So now it has became Jimin-language, mixing standard Korean with Busan dialect. What if the Japanese fans accidently memorizes the things that I have said (laughs).」

V:「That would be a big trouble. Everyone, please be careful~ Other memories from high school?」

JIMIN: 「Eating snacks everyday with V. At that time, I didn’t have to be on a diet so I ate about 6 meals a day. During lunch time, we bought and ate snacks and ramen from the school’s snack bar, we also went to a restaurant regularly near the school. Ah, that was youth (laughs).」

V: 「Summing everything up, I’m Jiminie’s close friend that is always next to you whether it’s in the dormitory or school.」

JIMIN: 「You’re more than a close friend. You’re my savior! So you’re very precious (to me) and I want to be with you even when we become grandfathers. ♥」

And full translations of the entire interview (though I copied like over half of it) can be found here as well as the trans credit to Kimmy-trans

Seunghee, a member from Oh My Girl, actually also went to High school with them and spoke about their school years friendship and how she is still friends with both Tae and Jimin to this day and that they would cheer for and congratulate each other on accomplishments. She mentioned this when she appeared on the show Happy Together. She said when asked if she was friends with BTS in high school that "Yes, with V and Jimin. In high school, Jimin was in the same class as me and V was in a different class. I knew V first and then Jimin transferred to our school. [V] asked me to take good care of Jimin, so we became friends.” she also shared “I still remember how all Jimin cared about was practicing. He’d practice until dawn, so he was half a zombie and completely exhausted when he came to school.” and how “V would practice dancing while looking at the reflection in the subway screen door. I’d watch him and be so surprised.”.

She also talked about their continued support and friendship even now, this was from 2019. So I love seeing how that friendship continued in their lives. “We still contact each other. They’re on tour right now. Whenever I’m going through difficult times, they tell me to talk about it instead of burying it. MAMA was my first award show so I told them I was really nervous, but they told me that I looked really great on stage. I felt really thankful.”

And she shared a photo of her and Tae from school way back when lol and she also has mentioned that vmin are some of her closest celebrity friends since they had gone to school together. 💙💙

This lowkey turned into a Vmin/Seunghee appreciation post. Lmfao but honestly, no there wasn't any bullying. There was Jimin being shy and anxious and WORRIED about being teased due to his accent, and Tae being an amazing friend to him and helping Jimin feel more comfortable both at the dorm and at school and integrating him into his friend group at school and helping build those connections. But no mention of bullying anywhere except for ARMYs dramatizing everything 😅

Vmins first time meeting being with Tae just in his underwear snd then a maknae line cuddle puddle to sleep followed promptly by Tae showing Jimin off around school and introducing him to all their friends is just soo.... VMIN of them. Lmfao and their friendship with Seunghee lasting through high-school and just continuing on is so wholesome and sweet.

#vmin best friends #vmin soulmates #vmin first meeting and school days #vmin and seunghee friendship #vmin protecting each other #vmin soulmates and the cutest friendship

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[jamgoesart]

Chapter 11

This could still become something. The next few days will be fantastic. To make a functioning team out of these people, which accepts each other, should come close to a miracle.

"Go home Kimmie," Pete took the brunette in his arms and gave her an encouraging smile, signaling that everything was fine and she didn't need to worry, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Whatever you say." Kim nodded as she placed a hand on Mitchell's upper arm.

All good, my ass. Purely nothing, was fine. Which was primarily because Bradshaw was constantly looking for a fight and never let a situation go to that. Off to the side, along came Jake, who had a competitive fight with Rooster.

What had happened to Nick Bradshaw was tough, no question about it. On the one hand, Kim could understand the boy looking for someone to blame, and Maverick, well, he was the one who had flown. On the other hand, it had been an accident. It was examined, by several, independent experts and for what happened, nobody could something. Accidents happen, as hard as it sounds.

Pete had blamed himself then and still did, no matter how many times he was told he was not at fault.

•●•

In the Hard Deck, Kim sat alone at a table, arms folded on the worn wooden top and, after a little puffing, looked outside at the beach.

Kim hadn't even touched her drink yet, too much was going through her head. This day had been just awful. And to be honest, she wasn't looking forward to tomorrow either. As if tomorrow would be any better.

"Let it go," Kim gave in a weak tone, picking up her glass and standing up as Jake put a glass in front of her and was about to sit down, "Just once."

Kim couldn't take his patter at the moment. Especially not after that Frost story, the stunt with Bradley, and it being about the past all over again.

Behind the bar, out to the beach side, Kim sat down at a free picnic table, unoccupied only because there were still empty glasses and cups there that no one was clearing. It was crowded, as Penny had predicted. The weather was a dream. In a few hours the sun would set and even then, it would still be warm to sit on the beach for a long time, even as the sun gradually disappeared.

"Have you had your little girl's heart broken?", it was exactly the kind of sayings Kim couldn't go for at the moment, but a hangman obviously didn't understand when to just let it go, "Wasn't my intention."

"As I said when we first met. You'd be a hell of a lot more handsome if you'd just, plain, shut your damn mouth," an annoyed Kim could be heard saying shortly after she'd said this, closing her eyes, and defensively raising her hands off the table, "Just leave it alone. I.... can't do this right now, okay?"

"Bribe," Kim heard him say instead, and opened her eyes at Jake's words, narrowing them to slits and giving him a 'are you completely kidding me right now' look, but he kept sliding the glass across the table closer to her until it was in front of her, "Not about that, although I wouldn't mind.... okay, fine. Is it because of Bradshaw? Don't tell me that idiot is the reason you're in a bad mood. Not because of him, don't do that to me."

"You actually don't realize it," a sigh escaped Kim because the blond was actually living in his own bubble, "It's okay to be ambitious and want to prove you're the best, but not at the expense of others. Yeah, your feud with Bradley was one of the things that ruined my day. And, because you're so burning to know. I don't know Bradley personally. How do you know him? Just because my dad was of the same vintage as Bradshaw's dad? This is about Pete trying everything he can to prepare you for this mission. How can he, though, when you'd rather beat the crap out of each other? Can't you just put your ego last, or at least, second to last? You don't have to prove to anyone that you are good. Haven't you already? You graduated at the top of your class. Congratulations. Look at Pete, though. My dad was number one in his time, not Pete. So doesn't mean much, as you can see from Maverick. I strongly suspect their careers would have been pretty much the same even if the order had been different. Both are where they are because of their character and performance, not because of their degree. Who's the best is just a stupid dick comparison between you Top Gun flyers. It sucks."

"Do you think that would make any difference?" at Jake's question, Kim put her glass back down, which she had just put to her lips to drink, "The guilty conscience that haunts Maverick because of Bradshaw's dad makes Rooster look favored and have more freedom than any of us. If anyone else had allowed himself to do that number with the five thousand foot limit on the first day, he would have been thrown out on his ear, but not Rooster. Tell me why."

"Jealousy doesn't become you," Kim countered, emptying her glass and starting to look at Jake, which didn't go unnoticed by him and caused expressions of incomprehension, "You reminded me of something."

Before Jake could say anything, Kim pulled out her phone, wrote a short message and sent it. This story between Bradley and him, was quite familiar to her and stopped, it had never. Not completely. It had gotten better, significantly better.

Since Jake didn't understand what had just happened, Kim turned her phone towards him afterwards so the pilot could read the message.

'Your old wingman might need more than a phone call this time.'

"You're welcome," Jake replied smugly, taking a sip from his glass, "If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have sent that message. So, you owe me one, Kasanzky. At least a kiss, and we both know you want it too."

"You're the guy, so it's your job to make the first move. Especially since, you're asking for it. What's wrong with you?" what Kim didn't expect, however, was Jake raising his eyebrows, shaking his head and looking to the side while standing up, "Come on, walk away. Go away."

Though Kim pushed the blonde away from her, as her joke was an invitation to him, Jake took her upper arm, pulled her up to her feet and then, placing his hands on her cheeks, kissed her. The first word counted and that was 'come', not 'go away', as Hangman informed her, before the latter kissed her again, grabbing his glass from the table in the process and leaving the brown-haired girl standing there with a final, 'you want it too' look.

#imagine #imagines #top gun maverick #jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #top gun hangman #top gun #jake seresin fic #jake seresin fanfiction #hangman #hangman fic #hangman fanfiction #top gun fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #top gun fic #maverick #pete maverick mitchell #pete mitchell #wattpad

[equestrianempire]

Finalists for the week: Southern Pines, Full Gallop, SAzEA, and Bouckaert, Full Gallop, and Full Gallop.

Bouckaert Equestrian has been running through the 4* this past weekend, and we’ve been following along with them, but we also saw plenty of other events taking place this weekend, with Full Gallop, SAzEA, and Southern Pines bringing Eventers on.

Congratulations to all of our Weekend Winners for this trip across all events, with a special mention to Redfield Lotte and Amanda Vines, both of whom received our Illegal Low Score Award, who won the SAzEA Open Beginner Novice with a 14.4!

Bouckaert Equestrian H. T. International ( Fairburn, Georgia ) Website [Scoring ]

Hannah Sue Hollberg and Capitol HIM CCI 4*S ( 43. 3 ). Fernhill Salt Lake and Waylon Roberts CCI 3*S ( 32. ) Sherry Pound and Carnaby CCI 2*S ( 29. ) CCI 1*S: Billy Be Jolly and Caroline Pamukcu ( 21 ) Advanced: SKM Lux Sonata and Tik Maynard ( 55 % ) Lauren Nicholson and Vermiculus ( 57.4 ) are the Open Intermediate. Open Preliminaries A: Fernhill Esmerelda and Jonathan Holling ( 40. % ) Open Preliminary B: Trinity ThankQ and Lisa Marie Fergusson ( 38 ) Eileen Galoostian and Ardeo Lord Lancelot, the preliminary riders ( 56. 5 ). Modified Rider: Newtown’s Llewellyn and Kasidy McMartin ( 35.1 ) Open Modified A: Seabanks Theygo and Claire Strehlow ( 29.3 ) Open Modified B: Kiss My Jambo M ( 31.3 ), Valerie Pride, and Open Training: Ballynoecastle TD and Melanie Smith ( 26. 1 ) Lone Star WS and Greg Ragusa in the Training Rider ( 28.6 ) To Infinity and Beyond DASH ( 24.4), Celia White, and DASH ( no novice riders ) Open Novice: Je T’Aime and Valerie Pride ( 26.7 % )

Full Gallop Farm March I H. T. ( Aiken, SC )[ Website]]Scoring

Starters: Lucky Clover / Clover and Stella McGuire ( 28. % ) Beginner Novice A: Caitriona and KC’s Lizzie Chamberlin ( 33.2 ) Pace Deppa and Galivantor, Beginner Novice B (3. 22. ) Novice A: Elodon Zodiac and Carol Kozlowski ( 29.4 ) Emma Hartzler and Southern Charm ( Novice B) 35. Molly Casey and MoonLight Crush ( 37.2 ) are trained/novice. Training: Madhatter and Paula Dupuy ( 31 ) Heart of Hollywood and Kelly Ransom ( 35.4 ) are preliminary. Sierra Thomas and Chambery are preliminary/trained ( 41. 6 ).

[ Website]]Scoring SAzEA Spring H. T. ( Tucson, Arizona )

Paige Dinnie and Crown Royal ( 27.4): Open Preliminary Training Rider: Larimar and Chelsea Luedke ( 45 ) Open Training: Fine Dutch Chocolate and Paige Dinnie ( 28 ) Just Boo and Heather Bogdan ( 24 ) are the novice riders. Open Novice: Delta Court and Michael Elmore ( 31.9 ). Kyla Roberts and Wildflower: A Beginner Novice Rider A ( 26. ) Ande Bergmann and Kingdom Springs Rayne ( 32.1 ): Beginner Novice Rider B. Redfield Lotte and Amanda Vines ( 14.4 ) Open Beginner Novice. Open Starter A: Sonrisa Bella and Taylor Jensen ( 41.10 ) Barb Gasper and Carrick Diamond Legacy, the Open Starter, ( 34.7 ) Te Amo Tiama and Jessicca Butorac ( 22 ) in the pre-contest.

[ Website ] Southern Pines H. T. I ( Raeford, NC)]Scoring

Advanced CT A: Monaco by Kimmy Cecere and Landmark ( 31 ). Emily Beshear and Rio de Janeiro in the intermediate CT class ( 15. 5 ). Emily Beshear and Bad Moon Rising ( Plain Preliminary A): a discussion. Ellie van Gemeren and Excel Star Lewiston ( 28.0 % ): Open Preliminary B. CLEITER CT: Dan Kreitl and Odyssey ( 28.9 ) Susanne McDaniel and Corelli WWW: A Modified Rider ( 26. 22. ) Open Modified: Bossanova and Mandolin Whitten ( 24 ) Open Training A: Izzy Leo and Rick Caldwell ( 24. % ) Caitlin Silliman and NK Mirabeau ( 33. 3 ), open training Training CT: Never Enough ( 35.7 ), Cassie Sanger, and Samantha Reinbold and Donald Drake ( 29.1 ) are the training riders A. Ann Bower and San Rubin, Training Rider B ( 23. 13 ) Training Rider Junior: Oy to the World and Darcy Dean ( 35.5 ) Ariana Schimt- Chow and Little Lauries ( 10 ): Novice Rider A Novice Rider B: Foxtrot Treacle and Siri Carr (3. 5 ). ( 32.3 ) The Novice Rider Junior is Claire Nestor and A French Connection. Emily Beshear and Ser Dantae ( 26. ): Open Novice A. Johnny Walker and Martin Douzant ( 27.5 ) are Open Novice B. Susan Beebee and Bugsy Malone ( 19.4 ) are Open Novice C. Beginner Novice CT: Madeline Moton and The Family Feud ( 30.9 ) Beginner Rider A: Ballymores Charisma and Amy Howes Warren ( 27.5 ) Renee Wheeler and Joe Frank ( 30.3 ) are Beginner Novice Rider B. Scout Spencer and Sterling’s Bailesa ( 29.7 ): Beginner Novice Rider C Open Beginner Novice A: Rebecca Lee and DGE Swipe Right ( 26. 9 ) Sunhill Rover and Jillian Newman ( 24.7 ) Open Beginner Novice B. Starter A: Sunnyside Up and Elena Sparacio ( 30. % ). Starter B: Silvanus and Alannah Mabus ( 26. ) Starter CT: Chillie and Sloane Nelson ( 27. 5 ).

#Eventing

[henlymanor]

congratulations, KIMMY, MARS, EDWARD, EVELYN !! you've been invited to spend this summer at henly manor. please follow prudence's rules and don't be late for the train! you have 6 hours, see you there. ( lori harvey, zarruecos, broderick hunter and tyla are now taken )

⤷ « lori harvey, twenty five, she/her » ── is that KIMBERLY “KIMMY” WALTON? they’re finally home, they look so good this year, they were definitely missed during their EXTENDED TIME OFF AFTER GRADUATION. do you think they’re gonna be good this summer? something tells me trouble is about to cross those doors anytime, especially after i heard that they USED TO DO MORE THAN JUST DRINK AT PARTIES, do you think prudence knows? ( ari. 25, she/they, walton #2)

⤷ « zarruecos, twenty-five, she/her » ── oh my, is that mars jackson? i’ve heard about them, they’re a pro-boxer, right? i’m sure they’re gonna be fun at the house, i heard they met the host in the club after a fight and they liked his vibe… interesting, i wonder if the family knows they were the cause of someone’s death, not sure if they’re gonna be invited for next year. ( mj. 21+, she/her )

⤷ « broderick hunter, thrity-one, he/him » ── is that EDWARD "ED" WALTON? they’re finally home, they look so good this year, they were definitely missed during their TIME AWAY TAKING CARE OF THE FAMILY BUSINESS do you think they’re gonna be good this summer? something tells me trouble is about to cross those doors anytime, especially after i heard that they ONLY DATE FOR PR, do you think prudence knows? ( andi. thirty-one, any. walton #1) 

⤷ « tyla, twenty-two, she/her » ── is that EVELYN WALTON? they’re finally home, they look so good this year, they were definitely missed during their LAST YEAR OF COLLEGE do you think they’re gonna be good this summer? something tells me trouble is about to cross those doors anytime, especially after i heard that they KEEP HAVING PANIC ATTACKS REGULARLY, do you think prudence knows? ( kitty. 25+, she/her) (Walton #4)

#accepted

[gacmediadaily]

Candace Cameron Bure is reminiscing about the good times with her Full House family.

On Monday, the 47-year-old actress shared a series of photos with her former costars Dave Coulier, Scott Weinger, Jodie Sweetin and Andrea Barber on set of the Netflix spinoff, Fuller House, which ran for five seasons from 2016 to 2020. 

“Missing this feeling, along with the laughs 💕,” she wrote on Instagram alongside the snapshots.

In one picture, Bure, who starred D.J. Tanner on both series, was laughing alongside Coulier, who portrayed Joey Gladstone, and Weinger, who played Bure’s on-screen love Steve Hale.

In another shot, she shared an embrace with Sweetin, who played her character’s younger sister Stephanie Tanner, and Barber, who portrayed her on-screen best friend Kimmy Gibbler.

Bure’s post comes after Coulier, 63, opened up about the cast’s “genuine” close relationship.

"I think people could feel that we really loved each other and still do,” he told Yahoo Entertainment last month. “You can't fake that. That's really hard to manufacture.”

"We text on someone's birthday, we say congratulations for things, we ask each other for help," Coulier added. "It's really a wonderful family. I don't think any of us in the very beginning expected that to happen for the rest of our lives. So I keep in touch with everybody."

Coulier also told the outlet that Bure was “kind of the driving force” behind the Full House spinoff. 

“She was a producer and she was kind of the leader of the wolf pack with the girls and I thought she was tremendous," he explained. "I was so proud of those girls."

Back in 2019, Bure reflected on saying goodbye to the reboot of the 90s sitcom on Instagram.

“I’m glad that so many of you have loved the show. It’s meant as much to us as it has to you guys,” she said, holding back tears. “We are going through a grieving process because we love where we are and the people we work with.”

“We’ve had these friendships for more than 30 years and it’s just sad to leave them,” she continued. “Have tears with us and hug along with us, because that’s kind of what we need, is the comfort and the love.”

In March 2022, Coulier opened up to PEOPLE about how the cast had come together after costar Bob Saget's death while at 90s Con.

"We pull together as a family during moments like this," Coulier said. "We've pretty much experienced everything that a real family can experience. Getting picked up, getting canceled, marriages, divorces, births, deaths. I mean, it's pretty much what every family goes through. And we've stuck together through all of it."

He continued, "It's incredible to have a group of people in our lives like this, where we know we're going to get that instant support system. It's pretty special."

#full house #fuller house #candace cameron bure

[kimoralesss]

First Day of Classes

Subject; First Day of Classes

Date; August 1, 2022

Dearest kimmy,

Kimmy, heard from your mommy na today is your first day of Senior High School Congratulations for another year! I'm just wondering why is it so early, you told me na sila Alexa ay sa 22 pa.

you told me na Ang gulo pa Ng sistema Ng school niyo. don't worry Manths, I know that they're fixing it.

Hindi ko akalain na Ang bilis Ng panahon parang dati lang you're still a baby now you're growing and growing everyday.how we wish you stay as a baby, but we can't stop that.

lagi kayong mag-iingat ni Alexa, paki-sabi na Goodluck sa school Niya.

please try to study hard and don't pressure yourself too much, Manths. I know and we all know that you can do it.always remember that we are so proud of you, nak.

Take care of mama, Tay, kulots, and mommy for me and try to ask how is your Ninang and tito pat doing. take care of yourself wag gotumin Ang sarili. LET'S GET THIS TINAPAY!

labs,

#LettersFromThem