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griots-tales · 2 years

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Princess! (Shuri fluff)

Hey guys! so this is my first ever fic on here, and it's up on Wattpad too, if you wanna read it there! Please do reblog/ comment and gimme feedback :D I'd love to hear it!

Word count: 1100 Warning: Menstruation, some sexual stuff referenced (about T'Challa), puking Characters: Shuri, T'Challa, Ramonda, T'Chaka

"Get off my bed, bighead!"

T'Challa playfully tackled his sister as her dirt-clad self rolled around in his once-well-made bed, refusing to go. Pillows lay randomly on the floor where they had landed after either missing or hitting either sibling. The mud stains, which particularly annoyed the older brother, stood out sorely against the white sheets.

The Prince might have been too old for pillow fights (over 31 in fact,) but he couldn't help but return the twelve-year-old's taunts.

He had finally got hold of another pillow that was soft enough to safely attack his sister with: THUMP! it flopped on her head, flattening her already out-of-shape afro. She shrieked, curling into a ball against the onslaught of the pillow. Giggling endlessly, she suffered only a few more hits until... they stopped. A moment passed before she finally had to curiously peek from under her head to see if it was a trap.

T'Challa had lowered the weapon and was scratching his beard with a faint smile on his face. Shuri was puzzled to her core.

"What happened?"

"I'll tell you if you don't get too cocky about it." T'Challa rolled his neck.

"I'll make sure to be cocky. Go on,"

Her brother sighed. "You got your first period."

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEah!"

"Shuri, slow down..." "Yes, take some rest,"

The child's parents tried to calm her down from her two-hour-long euphoric episode. T'Challa sat at the table too, chuckling as he watched his baby sister have the zoomies around the dining room.

"Rest is for peasants. I'm a Princess now." She paused only for a second before leaping onto a nearby chair and somersaulting down (like her Mama had taught her).

"SHURI-" Ramonda's eyes widened. "I've told you not to do that indoors!"

"Sorry mama..." the girl exited, now jumping onto furniture that lay out of their sight.

T'Challa sighed for the third time that day. "Baba, would you consider upping the age for Royal titles?"

T'Chaka smiled weakly. "It's tradition, my son... it's not of much use, but it has never done any harm, has it?"

"But maybe the belief about puberty making Royal children more mature about their titles isn't necessarily true?" Ramonda chipped in, ladling some steaming stew into her bowl. "Children don't really change that quickly..." She gazed through the intricate wooden screen at her daughter happily frolicking, albeit a little slower now.

"Maybe. They are more likely to... take it to the head." The King murmured, eyeing his son.

The Prince exaggerated an expression of betrayal. "Baba I was the nicest child ever! Not like her..."

"I HEARD THAT!" Shuri called from outside.

T'Chaka chuckled. "Nicest child, huh? Is that why you got a boyfriend the week after you became a Prince?"

"He's still bitter about that..." Ramonda whispered mischievously, passing her son the soup.

"I'm not bitter: It's just that this good boy just disregarded my advice the moment he hit puberty... I was scared that you would become rebellious!"

T'Challa rolled his eyes ever so slightly. "Baba which other father in Wakanda tells his son that boyfriends are only for after sixteen?"

"The kind of father who knows that every part of his son's public life matters when he upholds his reputation as a King."

"It wasn't public..."

"- It will be once you drift apart, T'Challa..." his mother pointed out. "You can't expect that one person you dated in eighth grade to keep everything he knew about you, private.... especially not when you're the regular talk of the town."

The Prince shrugged, biting into a piece of buttery flatbread. "I guess... except for the fact that we hooked up again a few weeks ago."

His parents exhaled in unison, their greying eyebrows rising as their eyes rolled. The Prince giggled into his mouthful of food.

"Really? While we're eating?"

"What-? What do you think we did?"

"You just said 'hook up', what else does it mean?"

"I'm more concerned about the 'again'... you two were just thirteen when you dated," T'Chaka half-whispered, with his face lined with concern.

"Baba..." T'Challa groaned " 'again' means that I had done it a month ago too!"

"Done what?" Shuri beamed, trotting in.

"Done his dinner, unlike you," Ramonda answered, gesturing at the seat beside T'Challa's.

"It's definitely not that," Shuri sassed, but obeyed her mother for once, "why are you keeping secrets from me?"

"It's no secret..." her brother nonchalantly waved the second piece of flatbread.

"This is why I sometimes get concerned, T'Challa..." T'Chaka sighed.

"That he eats dinner?" Shuri injected.

"No, sister, Baba thinks that I have too many boyfriends."

The girl shrugged. "I mean, you do... this is the third time I said hello to a new, muscular guy this week."

Ramonda stuffed her face with some curry to not laugh.

"Be quiet, it's only three." T'Challa defended, trying not to laugh as well.

"Only three- you know what? Let us stop talking about your boyfriends and eat in peace."

The family complied, quieting down and switching to a less controversial subject.

"Remember our visit to the University?"

"Oh yes, and the b- oh no..."

Ramonda rose from her seat as Shuri began gagging all of a sudden-

"I- can't eat!" the poor girl teared up from the reflex and stumbled out of her seat.

T'Chaka and his son stopped eating, cringing sympathetically as the Princess retched into the sink outside. Her mother rubbed her back and called for some lemon and medicine to be brought to soothe the nausea.

"It's okay, it's okay... it's normal." They could hear her say.

"Ughh...." Shuri croaked as she returned after a while to the dining room. "I'm not looking forward to being a princess,"

"There are so many things that will help you feel better, umtwana..." her father reassured her, "You'll be able to get into a routine as you get older."

"Yes, and you'll know what to keep ready, so that the effects won't be as bad."

"And you'll have people to do it for you if you're busy," T'Challa added, warmly hugging her with his free arm.

Shuri sighed. "Okay... but I still can't eat."

"A soup is being made for you right now, and it isn't too strongly flavored. You'll be fine." Her Mama smiled, patting her head.

The Princess returned it faintly before climbing onto her brother's seat and curling up next to him.

"Are you going to sleep here?" The Prince continued his loud munching, resuming his duty to annoy his sister.

"Mm." came a reply that he had no choice but to accept. The Black Panther he may be, but he never dared to disturb his sister once she fell asleep.

The crickets chirped as the night settled again. It was only at the end of the meal that T'Challa woke Shuri up so that she could check out Wakanda's best night pads of all time.

#young Shuri #Shuri fanfiction #Shuri #Wakanda #Wakanda forever #T'Challa #Ramonda #T'Chaka #tchalla #tchaka #black panther #t'challa #black panther fic #black panther fanfiction #wakanda #mine #griots-tales

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spicyvampire · 2 years

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They should have a Color Day & Dance Night

So the last The Eclipse episode has been on my mind for the last 2 days because in high school I went to an all girl high school and some things are inevitable in this kind of environment

By the end of high school of my cohort, almost every girl had kissed another girl and everyone discovered if they were wlw or not

People rebelled against the uniform, and we had "Watch Ladies" for them

The thing about first one is that it is organic but at the same time it isn't, you got a bunch of people hitting puberty at the same time somewhere and it is bound to have exploration of sexuality and frankly our school never registered as an homophobic place because hell we'd have a problem with half of it, so it created a safe space/people for that to be explored, weither your parents were okay with it/strict or not there was always a friend with cool parents that would let you guys have sleepovers so not only were you safe at school but also you could be safe outside of it

This brings me to the contrast Cafe for All/Cafe of Diversity and The School in The Eclipse

The School in The Eclipse is so goddamn uptight, quite literally that main head guy has a stick up his ass 100%, that I'm pretty sure they didn't have to say they were homophobic for every kid to feel the homophobia and perpetuate it, so you have the situation we are in now where Kan is so far in the closet that he cannot see the light between the door cracks and you have Akk whose world turns upside down anytime Ayan is breathing

So one thing I'm guessing happened with this situation was that Dika, Ayan's Uncle, was one of the few people and probably the only teacher who wanted to bring diversity in weither it was a conscious choice or not, I'm guessing it was seeing how the uncle would straight up bring Ayan to The Cafe all the time, some people didn't like it and made his life hell the way they made Ayan's in ep 4 and the way they've been making The World Remembers' life hell right from the start

So that bring me to my second point the uniform, I think we all know how big of a problem a teenager not getting to express themselves is, even worse for a lgbt+ kids frankly cuz we all end up having our teenage years in our 20s because of this, and one of the way they do that best is by their clothing, it doesn't have to be an American Teen Movie type shit with the clicks emos-jock-prep-nerd, but it has to be there, kids need to explore their style, schools with a uniform often say that it's to make sure people look the same so the poor kid doesn't get picked on for having bad clothes or to control the dressing style better so it's appropriate but the truth is even the uniform is hard to make sure u wear it properly because again everyone have their style and the style Will Come Out a way or another so here was my school solution other than the "Watch Ladies"

Color Day : you wear whatever you want, as long as it is up to some code of decency

And boy did these days work, people were impatiently waiting for them and then you would discover a whole new person because they are definitely not the same in their outside clothes and it was fun and it calmed the masses need for expression and people went back to the uniform and planing their outfit for the next Color Day

The thing with The School from The Eclipse is again they are so goddamn uptight that I'm guessing they don't want to take a chance on people not wearing uniforms, they know the people manifesting for it are lgbt+ and like almost every straight-cis-homophobe they think people will immediately be inappropriate if they losen the leash around their neck, when in reality you go to Cafe of Diversity and people are just dressed goddamn normal but they wouldn't fucking know that cuz they are busy licking the stick that is up their asses

Anyways what was important about the second big location on this show being Cafe of Diversity was this, the contrast needed to be shown, a place were people were comfortable/safe and happy with their gender/sexuality/themselves and let's be honest were just fkn existing, Kan and Akk needed to see it with their own eyes because it can exist, and they need to start questioning why their school can't also be like this

So let's not fool ourselves, Color Day wasn't enough, yeah we are wearing colors at school but we were still just doing school shit all day, Cafe of Diversity is not a school, you can have fun, laugh and maybe not dance cuz it's not a club but you get what I mean it's fun, it bring people together behind a community and it builds some kind of appartenance feeling that cannot be build during learning hours or sport competition

And that brings me to the last point of this very long rambling

Dance Night : you went to school in uniform all day, went back home, got cleaned & dressed and later came back to school to party

Some students stayed and decorated the place, the students also organized the whole thing, the school only hired a DJ to blast some LMFAO (those goddamn 2010s songs are straight up in my memory forever) for us and gave us the cafeteria to goddamn let the fuck loose, all of that is stupid and easy to do but it showed us we were loved and accept the way we are, shit there was even teachers dancing at these things cuz ya know people had to shaperon, like shit ended around 10/11pm and I had to beg my mom to go but god-fucking-damn was it worth it, literally experiencing club feeling without alcohol fuck I don't miss being a teenager but I miss those Dance Night

Going back to The School in The Eclipse, this school is killing their lgbt+ students & teachers, they need these, they need Color Day & Dance Night, thank you for coming to my tedtalk

#the eclipse the series #the eclipse #anyways this school def have a deep rooted problem #but you know i woke up with a need to write this so it's there

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weatherman667 · 2 years

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Redo of Healer

I’m not sure if I bought it because of the controversy, despite or because of the braying. I’m not sure if I bought it simply because I hate censorship, or because it looked like it might have an interesting premise.

This is really something that I had to judge for myself.

It’s a stupid RPG mechanics verse, which I absolutely hate. RPG mechanics are supposed to be descriptive, not restrictive. When he hits puberty, he apparently awakens to a class, because, I’m guessing a god set it up that way. Really stupid premise, but like Shield Hero, it does something really interesting with that premise. For the record, Shield Hero’s problem is 1) the big reveal is just stupid, and 2) the anime decides to undo all of his misanthropy.

Redo of Healer has him awaken as a healer, but there’s a catch. You are basically channeling spiritual energies through someone. So, the first consequence is that you feel all of the trauma of the person you’ve healed. This naturally causes him to run the fuck away, and they then capture him as a slave.

The second consequence is a simple question, what if you took all of the energies you used to bring someone back from the brink of death, and say, reversed them. It should be noted that in D&D, evil priests can cast Harm.

Now, every - single - person who says that Redo of Healer is about Misogyny does not care in the slightest about the suffering of men. Which is par for the course for Feminism. This is because the first episode barely touches the surface of the enormous amounts of suffering he has faced. In the first few minutes it has him chained up in a cell and forcefully addicted to a drug to keep him compliant. He is visibly beaten, constantly has a collar and chain about his neck, and in a split-second cut away has him being choked by his teammates.

These people seeming cannot understand the basic premise of this series:

Princess: Evil

Demon King: Good

The Demon King is female, because Maou is difficult to translate. This is hardly the first series that has flipped the script about this. This honestly reminds me of Game of Thrones. I never watched it, but from what I learned about it, rape, incest, murder, torture, slavery, and castration are all pretty common. But, Feminist flipped their shit when Sansa Stark was raped. All of the other rapes, (and terrible things), were perfectly fine, until it happened to this one privileged woman.

As for the content warnings.

Yes.

In certain scenes, even if infrequent, if the camera panned down an inch it would be a porn. The show honestly seems to be using a more realistic consequence of a porn plot.

He also gets raped, a lot. A lot, a lot. Strung up on drugs, chained in a dungeon, repeatedly raped and brutalized. The show is definitely not for the shy of heart.

In truth, he only gives a tiny fraction of a tiny fraction of the pain she inflicted on him in return.

The show honestly has a wonderful balance. Most shows with this much nudity or brutality would be utterly consumed by it, while this one has interesting characters, an interesting story, an interesting, brutal world. It deals with the casual brutality of a world where slavery is legal, xenophobia is practically mandatory, and there’s an absolute monarch who has no constitutional checks on his power.

While trying to get out of her just rewards, one of the things the evil princess offers him is “As many women as you would want.”

Because they are commoners, and she’s a princess. Thousands of commoners can get raped, and it’s not as important as one noble woman.

#redo of healer #anime

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jackiewepps · 1 year

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Anime Talk - Middle School Crush

I just saw that I got another like on my anime talk from last month. Not that I mind, people should still check "Oshi no ko" out if they haven't done that already. Don't worry about this post, go watch that anime. If you have already watched it, then you can continue reading here.

So, I guess we're about half-way through the Spring 2023 season. It's been good so far, there is so much to talk about, so many series to recommend. This month, I'll be talking about one that did need to grow on me a bit, but I really like it.

The series is called "Boku no kokoro no yabai yatsu" (The Dangers in my Heart). According to the summary it's about a boy named Ichikawa who is in his second year of middle school (chuu-ni) and his biggest desire is killing his hot and popular classmate, who also happens to be a model, called Yamada. However, by the end of the first episode it is obvious that rather than wanting to kill her, he just has a major crush on her, although he doesn't realize this until later.

That's actually one of the things that made me debate whether I liked the anime or not. Ichikawa is so deep in denial about his feelings it almost becomes painful to watch. Anotheir thing I find a bit annoying is the height difference. It is very clear that Yamada hit puberty early and Ichikawa definitely isn't there yet. Yamada is about a head taller than all of her classmates while Ichikawa is about the same height as some and a little shorter than others. In the latest episode, Yamada is measured to be just shy of 172cm. It is not mentioned how tall Ichikawa is, but I'll tell you what I know. His face is on level with Yamada's tits. That can become a bit cringe-worthy but... it's also kind of amusing sometimes because he really can't look at anything but her tits if she is right in front of him.

So I guess I actually can't decide if I should like or dislike this point. Also, they are growing kids at the age of 13 or 14. It's natural that some develop physically much faster than others. It's realistic.

Generally, I think this series is very realistic. I have a feeling that there are a lot of kids at that age who would be very familiar with what is going on, the crush that you don't want to admit even if it's painfully obvious, the desire to break the school rules for your own little pleasures, all the little worries and concerns that seem silly when looking from the outside, but are very real if you are in that situation. And then there are the interactions between Ichikawa and Yamada. Honestly, most of them are actually really cute to watch.

It's weird. This was definitely not the show I thought I was going to watch. Reading the summary, I thought it would be a lot darker. It turns out it's just a cute romance, and surprisingly, I don't really mind.

#anime #anime talk #boku no kokoro no yabai yatsu #the dangers in my heart #crush #middle school #romance

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zaradrawsyourmom · 1 year

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Rant About Netflix’s Babysitters Club Adaption

………why.Just….why…….

ok so context. The Babysitters Club is a book series by Ann M. Martin. In 2020, Netflix made the mistake of making it a modern reboot. I hate this reboot with a passion, and I will now explain why.

Where All The Kiddos At?

With a name like The Babysitters Club, you would really expect there to be……y’know….babies? In this show, the main focus is not even babysitting. It’s boys. Ok, lemme explain. I’ve found for some reason this show happens to be focused on the main characters getting love interests. It’s litteraly in the SECOND EPISODE. And they’ve also turned Kristy into a snobby, know it all. She acts like we’re all in the military. In episode 5 when Dawn asks for babysitting advice she tells her to be…sterner…to literal 4 year olds. Ah yes, it’s a great idea to talk to children like they’ve just committed arson. And in episode 7 Stacey goes on a week long babysitting gig with Mary Anne and falls for a older lifeguard. And by the end of the episode she still finds love. That was not necessary….and the love interest is supposedly Byron who in the book part of the family she’s babysitting. I can’t remember his name sorry. But….in the book Byron is 10….Stacey is in like the 7th grade. So…idk what that’s about, but it’s giving off underage relationships…..ew. (Also in the show Kristy hits puberty. Also wasn’t necessary…)

Everything’s Been Changed

Another thing. Everyone in the show’s been changed. They change everyone’s names and it’s hard to try and guess who’s who since I keep up with the comic series. In this segment I’m discussing some things I find very weird that we’re changed.

In episode 4 Mary Anne has a falling out with the club. This storyline is pretty accurate to the book but for one thing. One very weird, creepy, why was this show green lit idea. So in the episode there’s this girl named Bailey who Mary Anne sits for. And while babysitting her she finds out that Bailey, the presumed 6 year old, IS TRANSGENDER. Yes you heard me. Children are now coming out. Just to be clear I don’t have anything against queer people, but how would a child even know what lgbtq is? Bailey needs to tell this to her parents, not a babysitter who she barely knows. Children should NOT be making these statements. I didn’t watch the whole episode, but I bet she’s one of those “oH I DoN’t LiKe wEaRinG dResSes oR pInK oR fEmInIe StUfF” kind of characters if ya know what I mean.

In episode 14 Jessi (the new member it the group) babysits for a Ryan’s World knockoff. In the middle of the episode he’s sad because he didn’t get some role on a tv show so they gets ice cream. Now, the interesting thing about this episode is that in the original book series, this kid is instead deaf and Jessi is learning to sign to understand him. So….why was this changed again? It could’ve been an awesome way to portray the deaf community and give people who are unaware of these real world problems on how deaf people look differently at the world, and could be shown as casual representation in television, but…I digress. Your loss, Netflix.

To conclude, this show should not be called the Babysitters Club. It should be called the We’re So Woke About What Girls Are Into These Days And Sacrificed a Whole Show Storyline Showing That Fact Club, or the WSWAWGAITDASWSSSTF Club for short. Y’know what..never mind. It’s still a mouthful to say anyways.

That’s it baiiiiiiii

#babysitters club #netflix #STOP RUINING EVERYTHING NETFLIX

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robynshellhole · 2 years

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This is a long ass text post about me just rambling about an anime

It's so surreal watching a 2011 anime handle trans people better than my parents, with two trans kids just offering their names to eachother like the name exchange text post, and some scenes just having me near fucking tears. It's just so fucking adorable, seeing some of the fears I have every time I go out in something like a skirt, and the whole puberty thing hitting the protagonists hard, because, ya know, they don't want the changes that it brings. It's just so adorable, I want to figuratively die.

Having watched the entire thing in between paragraphs, there is two things that have rubbed me the wrong way about this.

One: They don't treat both people shown as protagonists as equal in terms of arcs. One of their arcs ends around at the end of episode ten, the second last episode, and the entire final episode is used to finish the other protagonist's arc.

Two: They only refer to one of the protagonists by the gender they identify with, being the MtF protag by her girlfriend, once. Never after, never before. And not for her classmate and close-friend aka the other protag.

Considering the show is over a decade old and given that it almost definitely has a source material which predates it, it's not the worst show that has canonical trans people in it that I've seen. In fact, a lot of it was bitter sweet, in that the main girl is starting to have a problem that I had before I even cracked the super-glued shut egg that I was in; her voice.

All in all, a good binge watch for a single night when I should have been sleeping. Okay it's like 3 am good fuckin night.

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castle-dominion · 8 months

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castle 6x20 that 70s show

the 70s episode liveblog

I made my big bro watch this w me bc he's 70s obsessed.

Cement? mob hit? They would have had to weigh him down bc humans float in concrete. Also yeah what do you do? the one u call is the foreman. They deal with it not you. Reminds me of the ep where the police chief constable was gay & buried a body under the station & they found it while

KATE BECKETT I’ll make the coffee. CASTLE I’ll make the omelets. MARTHA RODGERS And I am going to make your day.

Love how the bells kind of slow down & go low & get weird. I mean at least the arch was nice.

MR: Richard, I am simply trying to bring a little pageantry into your wedding. But it seems that the only role you want me to play is that of guest. Fine. I can do that. I LOVE her

You can't make ANYTHING in a wedding a not-over the top disaster.

78 just like my brother's no wait falsettos was '79. disco era my beloved. RC: And a testament to the truly indestructible nature of polyester.

Milt Boyle: Vince Bianchi. Before he turned into the pile of bones you guys found. Love his VOICE

OH OH YEA DET. SANDVICH. OR SANOVICH I CAN'T TELL. HE'S THE ONE WHO SITS ACROSS FROM BECKS. I WAS TRYING TO REMEMBER THAT THIS MORNING. also under esposito's feet, he's at Det veiss(something) or messer's desk I can't tell what it says bc it is grainy & under shadow

Love the music too. Is it black or is it a dark colour? obv not powder blue... RC: It’s like being transported to a bygone era. Mickey the Blade? Louie the Lip? Where are these guys now?

Hey Frank Russo REALLY looks like the guy in the picture who, yk, went through second puberty. Love their accents. 4ksqft is a lot wow. Broke bread, shot the breeze, I love phrases. Harold Leone, as in lee-ohwn, not lee-ohwn-ee like brad leone from bon appetit Love how Becks calls Boyle on her own desk phone bc, well, yeah. Also set design my beloved, we have a pic of sanovich's kid on his desk

He knew things? Yeah ofc, he was the advisor!

Big bro thought that maybe this gal was just wearing Black fashion. Yvonne my beloved Frozen in time? Dumbass clothes? I thought it was cute. Wow it HAS been 40 years almost...

Beckett def not 70s enough.

YVONNE: Harold? You have guests. HAROLD LEONE: Huh? (he comes from the kitchen) Whoa!!! Well, this hot mama can be my guest all night long. He approaches KB and she holds out her hand. KB: Uh, sir, I’m Detective Beckett and this is Mr. Castle. HL: Captain. HL shakes RC’S hand. RC: (corrects) Castle. HL: Oh, Captain Castle. I bet you’re showing this little lady the ropes, huh? Breaking her in, huh? KB glares at RC. RC: Well, actually, um … HL: I mean, have you ever seen a cop with an ass that fine? If this is women’s lib, I’m all for it. KB: Excuse me? RC: To be fair, you do have a very fine … (off her look) never mind.

So humorous I love this man I love everything (but how does he look in the mirror w/o freaking out? it's like 50 first dates) Big bro LOOOVED the house & colours & wallpaper & stuff.

I love Harold & BECKETT SHUT UP YOU NEED TO MEET HIM ON HIS LEVEL. I know ppl who had to chase away spoon-wielding monsters every night for dementia patients, you do it & move on. It's ok.

No body no talkie. he IS delusional! "cupcake"

clipping clipping clipping I love I love I love snookie & ray the red car the absolute mess esposito pulling over ryan (giffing that) it's just... so good I'm insane

YOU MADE A CAST OF THE BODY!? Lanie just there like "what are you talking about?" unless caslte already asked her if she had any bodies to spare offscreen. LP: I’ve seen them do more with a lot less. But I don’t want to be a part of some crazy plan – RC: You have to. Because for this to work, this place has to look like the 70s. (he looks LANIE up and down) And so do you.

I love how the wife is there & he's smoking with the oxygen & I love this. Carcano: What, I’m going to bury a body in my own backyard? Plus, if I had someone disappear they’d stay that way. MC: If you boys have any more questions you can talk to my attorney. (he moves to leave) You know, after this long the truth is hard to find. If I was you I’d quit looking for it. Sometimes what’s in the past should stay there. (THIS MAN IS TELLING THEM TO STOP LOOKING. REMEMBER WHO HE IS: HEAD OF THE FAMILY, HE WAS TRYING TO MERGE FAMILIES WITH BIANCHI.)

OH SHE IS HOT Oh LANIE IS HOT TOO. (clipping) What if he touches him?

No wallet on him? or gun?

My poor harold. Hit you he's really gone? so will you come to the 2010a now? HOLY CRAP THAT'S-- STUFF IS HAPPENING. (castle flailing when the body hand was there lol. also how does that offer ANY protection from the gun?)

JE: *walks in* So I've got-- WOAH. *seeing Lanie* LP: Not a word KR: *talking abt the case* Right Javi? JE: I'm sorry what? *was staring at lanie* LP: !! *rolls eyes* & then that last little "nice dress" to her lil bro said not to clip but OOF I kind of wish I did

Tory my beloved.

Hm, ryan's pants don't match his jacket...

RC: It won’t burst his bubble... if it...looks like the 70s. Ooh she's ranking officer rn lol. WAIT CASTLE ALREADY OPENED A COSTUME ACCOUNT BEFORE ASKING BECKETT IF HE COULD DO THIS?

"let him dig on this 70s vibe" love the music coming in there the morgue was only one room? what about the drive there or the walk into the morgue? HIS MOTHER!!!??? A little bit, yes. YEAH FOR OUR WEDDING! RC: Let’s face it. We cannot let that woman anywhere near our wedding. But … she will love this. And then we get to solve the greatest mystery of the disco era. Besides the popularity of disco itself. It’s a win-win.

his little groove back Abysmal talent pool? Martha my beloved. Rick & his mom are like beckett & castle. Beckett: castle no. Castle: castle yes. Rick: mom no. Martha: YES YES OVER THE TOP YES!

Oh & the music! & I watched an abba parody production the other day before I watched this too.

LMGDAO A HIPPIE WOULD NOT BE HERE WITH THE COPS. Ooh it's a chalkboard! (So they made the photos black & white but... didn't remove them?)

Oh no snookie & ray Martha <3 ALEXIS (wearing that /gen tho)

Why would they need scripts? if they were pretending to be snookie & ray for real they'd need the mannerisms & backstory down, but ryan & esposito have interviewed ppl before. "super groovy" *ryan couching at the cigarette* Esposito frozen with his hands up p& ryan comes in to save him Righteous is in this context, not nec 80s, besides the 70s were from like 74 to 84 yk?

jive turkey again "my god who wrote this?" I love/hate the feathered chief in there

Glitterati? Do they have pagers? REACH BEHIND YOU & TURN OFF YOUR PHONE RLY QUICK, SAY IT WAS AN ALARM CLOCK IN THE OTHER ROOM. the deets? the details?

KR: Actually, it’s been though a lot of different incarnations, but guess what? It’s back to being a 70s club again! Me: WHAT LUCK

I like his nod. "take him to glitterati-- go! go!" *gates*

RC: Captain Gates! I thought you were at a terrorism seminar? VG: It was canceled due to a bomb threat. & did he? Yes! He did! Ryan & Esposito are taking him there now!

Girl your apb thing was not FROM this charade tho "especially you" CASTLE NO DON'T SAY IT LIKE THAT THEY TOOK HIM TO A DISCO!

Love the car, love the raming, love the fall, love how esposito was the one who talked ryan into this but now ryan is the one who likes it

Love the dancing & the lights & the fun & the everything! HL: *dancing really well, having fun* Dancing fellow: *also having fun dancing "with" him* HL: Hey, baby. How’re you doing, hon? That’s a nice dress. Can I talk you out of it? (kind of good, all compliments, but wow v forward.)

Yay beckett is normal now. *castle on his phone* they would SO not get his that easy with the gun & stuff. *castle banging on the door*

Always wearing the same suit, it's his club outfit! does frank STILL own it?

*esposito dancing on the clock* he does still own it. maybe that's how it connects to the murder.

HL: Oh no sweat. *SMASH* (not clipping)

I like how he doesn't want to say the year. Also he KNOWS it is not '78 but he might not know the REAL year. "It is whatever year I need it to be" that was a GOOD answer!

"The private event was frank killing him" You figured it out from the time that you got shot at.

rysposito normal looking now "we DO think you killed him?"

Last dance was on the turntable <3 <3

"someone special" we KNOW who that someone special is babes. *lunchbag of evidence*

I think I assumed he stole evidence. Ah the 70s. Gay lovers in the mob in the 70s & this is beautiful. I mean the trauma of killing someone it could totally make you think it's '78 forever. I mean, Harold was also flirting with every woman around. (Maybe that was their thing. You can sleep with any woman, but you only LOVE me) Beard, lavender marriage, his number two...

REMEMBER THE MERGER? MICHAEL CARCANO! He kept it a secret from you that you were going to propose?

for a sec I thought becks was pantsless but it was just a light brown colour.

RC: You couldn’t handle the rejection. So as he left you shot him in the back, then again in the face. You know, because it was personal. Where did she get the gun tho?

It would NOT have stayed that way, these cops would have still solved it.

CASTLE BRINGING HIM OUT TO THE CLUB

YES YES YES THIS IS THE BEST EPISODE she CAN'T disco dance tho. Yay martha & alexis! RC: I’m just glad it covers more this time. Ryan & esposito chilling having fun I love it. (Tho if esposito was born in the 70s he might remember like,, kindergarten outfits. I only remember a few that are attatched to specific memories, like that striped early 00s (or really early 2010s except it was probably a handmedown) shirt I wore during geology in elementary. Lanie is back! & her hair is normal *ryan dancing* Gates I love her I love her (reminds me of that one fic I read, it was good, I want to dance with YOU, not any of these other people who might be prettier than you, because I want you.)

Harold my beloved <3 Last Dance is def going on my playlist.

ldjsklsdfkfjsdkljf GREAT EPISODE PEOPLE

#the 70s episode #castle 6x20 #castle 6x20 spoilers #castle 6x20 quote

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An Ode to Third Impact

I got into anime early in life. When i was young, it was Voltron and Robotech. When i got a little older, it was Akira and Wicked City. Yes, i saw Wicked City when i was still in grade school. To be honest, i was raised up on the ultra-violence and hyper-sexuality of those old Eighties OVAs. Way back when, we didn’t have the child-friendly likes of Dragon Ball Z or Inuyasha. Hell, i didn’t see Sailor Moon for the first time until i was in the fourth grade, and that sh*t came on at five in the goddamn morning! My ten year old ass got up, every morning, at five in the goddamn morning, to watch the Dic dub of Sailor f*cking Moon! That’s how committed i was o what we called “Japanimation”. Life was different back then. Being into anime, comics, games, and tokusatsu, made you weird. None of that sh*t was as socially accepted as it is now, which meant just So much of it was inaccessible but, i eventually, i realized my local video store had a plethora of “adult animation” on hand and it opened the flood gates.

When i tell you i absolutely decimated the offerings at Hollywood Video (yes, i am THAT old), i would not be an exaggeration. It was there i first took in the likes of Vampire Hunter D, Ghost in he Shell, and Plastic Little. I had a Crisis of Bubblegum and enlisted into the Lodoss War. But, it would be Bio-Boosted Armor Guyver, which would leave the most profound impression on my life. Now, don’t misunderstand me, i love this show. It’s in my top ten all-time. I my get around to making that list (if i already haven’t) but, suffice it to say, Guyver reinforced a lot of what i loved about anime to that point. Violence. Blood. Gore. Fluid animation and a dope premise. I was all over this sh*t. Up to that point, that’s what anime was to me. I mean, i had seen Akira and GitS by then but they were “movies.” Of course they would be far more cinematic that a serialized anime airing on television. Of course they would tell a proper story that carried pathos and originality. There would be themes and subtext, but that was so goddamn rare in my Golden Age OVAs. So imagine my utter surprise when, on several of those Guyver tapes, there were trailers for Neon Genesis Evangelion.

What initially caught my eye was the promise of fan service. Every trailer hinted at fan service so, as a pre-teen just entering puberty and knowing anime was chock full of bouncing titties, i was all in. I got my mom to rent that first tape just to wet mys whistle a bit and, to my unmitigated shock, there were no titties and i didn’t care. That first episode of EVA changed my entire f*cking life. That sh*t started fast, hit hard, and ended on one of the best cliffhangers i had ever seen set to celluloid. All of it was so gorgeous, so well performed, so well executed. This sh*t was a show? This aired on television? Japan was getting top tier quality animation, brilliantly narrated, and devastatingly performed, anime like this. Neon Genesis Evangelion was a work of f*cking art and easily the most gorgeous thing I'd seen since Akira so long ago. And, i reiterate, this sh*t aired on television! By the end of that second episode, i was hooked. Watching Shinji, or rather, berserk Unit-01, absolutely decimate Sachiel, left me wanting so much more. There are time in our lives when something become a core memory. An unmovable int in our development which we call back to in order to judge or reconcile new stimulus. An Unfamiliar Ceiling/The Beast is one of those points for me. That episode altered the way i approach and process media to this day. I hold everything theatrical, everything cinematic, to that one episode of anime because, to me, it was that profound. The climax to Akira. Major’s closing words from GitS. That first beam clash between Goku and Vegeta in the Saiyan saga. These are moments that have ingrained themselves into my memory, never a full episode. An Unfamiliar Ceiling/The Beast, did. And it wouldn’t be the last.

A Human Work, Decisive Battle in Tokyo-3/Rei II, Moment and Heart Together/ Both of You, Dance Like You Want to Win!, The Choice of Life/ Ambivalence, A Man's Battle/ Introjection, The Final Messenger/ The Beginning and the End, or 'Knockin' on Heaven's Door, and The End of Evangelion: Air/My Purest Heart For You. That’s it. That’s the list. All of those episodes were carved into my heart. To this day, i can recall in vivid detail, the entirety of each and every one of those episodes. Them sh*ts have stayed with me, lived rent free in my head, for almost thirty years. That’s testament to m y love for EVA. But it doesn’t stop there. The Evangelion units, themselves, are my second favorite, all-time mecha design. I had never seen anything like that before and i was drawn to the intricate, well thought out, detail of the actual functionality each Eva had. For the record, Gundam Epyon is my favorite but that has nothing to do with this post. I just wanted to be transparent as to what was in that top spot but, of the EVA, themselves, Unit-01 is my GOAT. That big, purple and neon green, monster is design perfection. So is Rei. I mean, all of the character designs are as f*ck but, for me, it’s Rei Ayanami. She was my fist waifu and, decades later, is still held in the highest of esteem. Asuka is a better character overall but, i dunno, man, it’s Rei or nothing for me. Plus, and i don’t say this lightly considering BLEACH exists, EVA has THE greatest anime opening themes, in history. A Cruel Angel’s Thesis slaps harder than anything out there with the exception of, maybe, Darling in the Franxx opening, Kiss of Death. Maybe. And that one doesn’t even count because Franxx is, very obviously, an homage to EVA in it’s own right. Your sh*t had to slap if you’re gunning for the crown!

I unapologetically love Neon Genesis Evangelion. It is, for me, the greatest anime ever produced. This sh*t is perfect in almost every way. I hold it in the same esteem as the original Alien film and The Killer’s first album, Hot Fuss. If you know me, then you know how i feel about those two pieces of media but just to be clear, Hot Fuss is the only album where i never skip a song and Alien is one of, if not the most complete film, i have ever seen. EVA means as much to me as much as Transformer, as much as Spider-Man, as much as Godzilla. It single-handedly, forced my perspective of what anime could be, to expand. If not for EVA, i wouldn’t have bothered with the likes of Ergo Proxy, Serial Experiments Lain, Gilgamesh, or Paranoia Agent. The heady weight of those Evangelion themes prepped my expectation for much more to come. I would have slept on more artistic and surreal fare like Mononoke and The Count of Monte Cristo. I wouldn’t put the effort into deciphering more existentially thematic titles like Technolyze, Madoka, Mnemosyne, and This Ugly yet Beautiful World. If not for EVA, i wouldn’t expect so much more from my anime. I wouldn’t understand that there is a range of where anime can live because Evangelion touched all across that spectrum. I am okay putting the likes of Dragon Ball Z on the same pedestal as, say, FLCL or Monster because EVA cross-pollinated in those genres and themes. Evangelion showed me that anime was so much more than just ultra-violence and hyper-sexualization. EVA sowed me that a profound story with rich characters and strong themes can be, at times, lighthearted, earnest, and full of heart. Anime didn’t have to be just robots, titties and gore. It could be cinema and i will forever be grateful to Hideaki Anno, and Gainax, for giving me that gift.

#Neon Genesis Evangelion #Evangelion #EVA #anime

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An Ode to Third Impact

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I have never watched 12 Forever except for a few clips. Butt Witch seemed like a fun character tho.

I felt like they could have done a lot more with her as a metaphor for the scary aspects of puberty—she doesn't do much outside of her introductory episode and the finale (though her godzilla form is also very fun). The problem with the show (opinions on the MC Reggie notwithstanding, because she's hit or miss for a lot of people) is that it needs a season two—they set up so much shit with how corrupted Endless is, but it got canned. I don't know if it just didn't connect or if Netflix just didn't care, but it definitely had all the hallmarks of a show that would've really leveled up in a second season.

My reaction is largely based off the show's creator being an admitted pedophile.

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Life Gave Us A Lemon!

tags: kuroo tetsurou x reader, second-chance romance, reddit confessions, told in kuroo’s perspective, a little angst with happy ending, unplanned pregnancy, pregnancy complications, um implied sexual content I think that will do.

word count: 6.2K

author’s note: I am bored and doesn’t feel like doing my lab reports yet so yeah here comes this fic I spend the whole day writing it after thinking about kuroo for a long time

r/AskReddit

How do you meet the love of your life?

I just happened to come across this reddit tag while I was scrolling through news so I feel like telling you about the love of my life, which is my wife. I do not want to disclose her name here but what I can tell you about her is that we are both 30 years old this year and we've been married for about two years now and we have a beautiful 2-year old son that we cherish very much.

The day that my wife came into my life was actually when I was 8 and I have known her for almost my entire life. I know, I know this looks like every cute friends to lovers story you may have come across but this was so much harder than that. We went through so much to finally be together due to my stupidity but I promise it will be worth it at the end. If my wife happens to read this I just hope that she will love this hahaha ily baby I promise I won’t do anything embarrassing.

I was at the community park at the time, playing volleyball with my friend and she was just sitting there playing alone at the swings. Me and my friend were only interested in playing together, we considered asking her to play with us but you know little boys, we hardly want to play with girls because we always see them as small and fragile types so we just never bothered to ask her. Every evening that we played at the park she was just sitting there at the swings watching us play. Whenever the ball was hit astray away from the court, she would scurry towards the ball and give it to us and continue playing at the swings.

One day I finally had the heart (courage, because I was always afraid to speak with girls around my age) to thank her and she cutely said “you’re welcome’ with the warmest smile a person could give. I was glad I asked for her name because after that day we became close friends who do everything together. It will be me, her and my friend who I used to play with every day. We got through middle and high school together smoothly, we don’t fight, we study when we can. Sometimes I came over to her family home so I could eat what her mother cooks and so she doesn't have to be alone all the time. My parents were divorced when I was younger so home is not really the place I look forward to going back to at some point in my life.

Middle school was okay, but high school is when I think things took a wrong turn. I went through puberty and all I think about are girls and you know…sex. At first it got scary and somehow I got used to it because it is fun and like I said, home is not fun. So there are multiple girls in my life (used to) that I would promise to bring to dates, and sometimes just sneak them inside my childhood bedroom and keep them there until morning. My wife had a different life in high school compared to me. She rarely spends time with her girl friends outside of school so me and my friend is all she had. The only person other than us that she refers to as friends is the girl who always happens to sit next to her for three years straight in high school. They would have lunch together but don’t hang out after school together because the girl has other friends and my wife didn’t bother to get jealous. And since I spend my time bringing other girls to my bed and my other friend has his own obsession, she will be alone most of the time.

But at some time I would come over to accompany her habits of staying up all night to either study or watch Grey’s Anatomy which you know, how it never ends and will always have more episodes until now, even. Sometimes we would do just that because talking about girl problems felt uncomfortable and she didn't really bat an eye whenever I told them about the girls I slept with. “I am sorry but I am really invested about this episode so let’s talk about that later okay” is what she said the first time I tell her about this senior I slept with and I got scared about what she thinks about my love life so I zipped my mouth shut and just continue watching it with her.

She is definitely a friend I am so grateful to have. She is an angel and would always look out for me whenever school gets stressful, when the volleyball competition gets too harsh on me as I became a captain during my third year. The coach would offer her a position as a manager but she refused every time because she said she didn’t know about the sport too well when she does but I know she only refused because she doesn’t want to seem too attached to me or because she has her own academic priorities to tend to. There are days where I don’t even bother to tell her what happened during practice or official matches for her to comfort me with her words of reassurance.

When we graduated and moved out of our home, we rented a place together as we attend the same university. Other than being a really good friend for me she is also a great roommate. She is a far greater cook than I am so sometimes she will do the kitchen duty all the time and in exchange I will drive her to and from home to get her to places, and sometimes when she runs out of money I will pitch in my savings to buy her food that she likes. Though she always looks like she pulls herself together she’s not like that all the time. During the final year of our degree I think she was in the most vulnerable and destructive state. She skips meals, she doesn’t randomly cook dinner for the both of us like she used to, she refused to study in her room and instead went to the campus library and when she doesn’t come home I always see her sleeping so uncomfortably with hands supporting her chin.

I was WORRIED about her wellbeing so during the weekends I bring her to eat a proper lunch and that’s where I think I fucked up.

“I am tired of seeing random girls being in our apartment. I would wake up and see girls scream at me because they think you cheated on them with me, or sometimes they ask me how to keep you around and attached to them and I am sick of it. It’s not fair that I am uncomfortable in my own place and that people assume that we’re together and that I know the way to your heart when it’s clear that I don’t.”

I remembered all the words she said to me because when she’s mad it’s easier to remember all her facial expressions. It turns out that she would sleep on her classmates' couch whenever she knows I bring girls over and she cried after she spilled everything out. I don’t think an apology would make up for the amount of times I hurt her but I knew better then to not bring anyone over ever again and make sure she is safe.

I suggested that she try going out on dates and that I would help introduce her to the nice guys in my class and she flat out refused every one I introduced her to because she is busy and she doesn’t want to have boy problems. “If I need a guy in my life you’re already here so why bother?” is what she said to me.

I know I know, I should have realized that she loves me when she said this and that she was jealous that I see other girls but I didn’t know any better okay? I know I disappointed a lot of people but believe me I know I am the stupidest guy ever and this is just the first part. I have so much more disappointment to reveal to you guys who actually cared to read this post.

Fast forward to our university graduation, her mom attended for the both of us and wished us well. I picked her mom up from the train station and let her stay with us before the ceremony. She would tell me about how she is proud of her daughter and that she is glad that I was taking care of her when all I did was make her sad. I disclose that information of course because what mother wants to know that their daughter is living with an asshole of a guy who plays with girls’ feelings? But during graduation, when my wife was busy taking pictures with her classmates, her mother told me that if no one is going to be there for her I should promise to be there for her and I did. I promised her that I would take care of her daughter, make sure she is not hurt and that she will find the right person to love.

Ok this is the second disappointment. Guess what happened.

Of course I would break that promise. I fell in love, but with someone else.

After we graduated we were so grateful that we both managed to land a job that fits with what we studied for our degree. She works for a publishing company that publishes novels and I work for the JVA which is my dream workplace. We were happy and we got what we wanted. We moved out of that apartment we used to rent back during the university days and she managed to find a bigger apartment for the both of us. I only lived there for 3 months before I met the person I was in a long-term relationship with.

Again if my wife reads this I just want you to know that you and our little lemon are the only people in my heart and that I love you so much and I talk about my ex because I need to tell a story the people here are invested in!!

Let’s just name her A because I don’t want to shame her here, I am positive she is living a happy life with someone right now, it’s what everyone deserves.

We work in the same building, she is the secretary to my boss and I was just an office worker at the time. Going into details would be a waste of time but we were in a relationship for about two years…which is a very long time considering I have never got to that point with any of my girlfriends ever. It’s different for me and my wife because we didn’t even manage to call each other boyfriend or girlfriend. We just hang out together all the time during lunch and sometimes dinner because overtime gets to us and whether we know it or not we got into a stable relationship.

When I felt like I became committed to her, I broke the news to my wife that I was dating A at the time and wanted to move into her place. A was already aware that I live with my wife before we became official and she doesn’t have a problem with it, but she did offer me to move in with her and that it is easier for me to commute to our work building.

My wife was surprised to the point that she stopped what she was doing so she could look at me. And like I mentioned before, I usually remember all the things she said to me whenever she gets emotional. And this one hit me the hardest.

“So you have a girlfriend all this time and you didn’t tell me? I thought you would share everything with me?”

“I don’t know, it will be nice if I know about your girlfriend while I live in this house because clearly she will think of me differently as someone who has been sharing the same roof with you for years?”

“Of course it matters to me if you have a girlfriend or not! So I don’t have to waste my time waiting for you and worrying about your whereabouts after you spend the whole weekend away without telling me!”

“Am I really just some person you share an apartment with? Don’t I have a right to care about you?”

She broke down and locked herself in her room after that. Of course I didn’t tell anything about this to A at the time, pretty sure I would get into another fight for the day. When she was locking herself up in her room I packed my stuff and left the apartment without even saying anything to her.

I lost contact with her for the two years I lived with A. I didn’t hear about her, and remember the friend I used to mention in the first part of the story? He knows what happened during the two years and all he told me about her is that she was fine or she was okay and that was it.

I didn’t know what happened to her, what she did for the past two years. At some point I forgot how she looks like when she smiles and forgot how her familiar voice would ring in my head. They’re not there anymore. This doesn’t stop me from being happy with my then-girlfriend of course. We spent the two years without a fight, I would send her to work and pick her up and cook for her, clean the messes of the apartment, the things I never did for my wife back then. We didn’t fight for two years because after we celebrated our 2nd anniversary everything went wrong. Turns out A cheated on me and had an accidental affair with her boss she worked with. Our boss was already married but they got to a work trip and stuff happened and I found out from another staff member. We had the nastiest argument ever and decided to call it quits and I took months to recover from that trauma of being in a relationship. I promised myself I won’t fall for another person because all it brought me was betrayal and hurt, sto I stopped.

Just, you know, imagine being so committed to dropping a lot of things, your best friend who would be there for you your whole life, the promise I made to her mother, the things I never did for her but she did for me, and it is all for a person who betrays me in the end. I was depressed for months before I started getting on my feet again and slowly forgot A’s face and started living my life alone. I bought a new apartment I can call mine, sold the old car for good and bought a new one. More expensive car.

And I don’t know maybe fate decided to give me another chance again after I stupidly fucked up, I was driving to a place where I need to meet a client and it gets all too familiar. I happen to drive around the area I avoided the most. When I left my wife’s apartment I told myself to forget the coffee shop, the convenience store and the mini mart I used to go with my wife back then because going to the mall is a pain and an inconvenience. Even the park I used to go to all the time for a morning jog or when she was stressed from work and needed to see the dogs that walk around the park all the time.

And just like I said, a whole miracle. I saw her get out of a taxi and headed straight to the convenience store so I walked inside when she was picking up her ice cream. And when I saw her face again I felt light and color slowly seeping into my life again. When I think I lost it all when I broke up with A I didn’t realize it was because I missed my childhood best friend so much.

Something snapped inside of me so I pulled her into a hug and told her how much I have missed her and how much I haven’t heard from her, how apologetic I was. All she did was tap me on the back and I pulled away to see her smile again.

She told me she forgave me a long time ago and that she is doing well. We caught up over dinner and we hung out in the apartment she still lives in after years. The interior changed greatly, it looks more like a place that a single adult woman lived in, the books that are neatly shelved, the kitchen where it has everything you possibly need, and a cozy bedroom. My old bedroom was still empty, the mess I left there two years before was already cleaned up and the mattress was covered by a bedsheet.

She told me how she got promoted so she has the extra money to live a luxurious lifestyle, she didn’t buy a car or learn to drive one because she was too busy to even think about anything like that. She has the money to pay for taxi fares or would just rely on her assistant to drive her around. I was the one who always did that for her so I apologized for completely ditching her for my asshole girlfriend and didn’t manage to take care of her.

When asked why she didn’t buy a place for herself now that she is richer she said that she waited for me whenever I needed a place to stay so she stayed there. Waiting for me. I didn’t realize the amount of sacrifices she made for me until that moment. So I decided to leave my apartment the way it is and moved back into her place to live with her, so I can drive her to work when she needed, for her to have someone there whenever there’s a bug in her room or when the pipe under the sink is clogged and she is not capable of going though all the dirty work of handling it alone or relying on the plumber that would only make her uncomfortable. Sometimes I would only go back to my place to bring some stuff that I don’t have in her apartment.

We lived together for around 6 months where we did a lot of things together. Sometimes we would call over our best friend to drink together, sometimes it was just us and watching the new seasons of Grey’s Anatomy and she would fill in for the amount of episodes I missed when I wasn’t there watching it with her. And when she falls asleep on the couch when she is doing work because the workspace is too small compared to the coffee table, I would carry her to her room and let her sleep peacefully.

There is this one more day that I think was engraved to my mind to this day. I am aware I am already married to her and am happy now but all I can think of is that day and how much pain was in her eyes back then. It was when I took her to the larger park compared to the one in front of our apartment complex for a walk to see cute dogs in the area. A small kid was running in front of us, fell down and cried a lot. We assumed her parents were not in the area so she held her hand and sat her down on the bench. There was a cut on her knees and my wife told me to buy some plaster and ointment at the nearby store while she watches over the kid. When I came back the kid stopped crying, and when my wife was mindless talking about stray cats that were sleeping and rolling on the grass. I treated her wounds and I heard the two girls laugh when the cat was playing with the other cats. My wife never looked so happy when she played with the small child and I smiled along with them and made some jokes about the cats. When the kid’s parents finally got to the bench we were sitting at, I saw my wife’s longing stare at her and her happy expressions from earlier dropped and she was frowning all the time.

This is the third conversation we talked about that I remember very much. We were having coffee and breakfast after we finished our walk.

“I am turning 27 soon enough and my daily routine is just the same. I wake up at 7 am everyday to cook breakfast for myself, take a bath and go out for work. Sometimes when I am a bit lazy I wake up late and skip breakfast to go straight to work. I have lunch alone and if I have them with my coworkers all I could talk about is work. I don’t have an interesting life. They talk about how their kids don’t eat veggies, how their kids have fever, their kids already said the first word and they didn’t expect me to say anything but listen to them talking about it. They said I should be glad that I am a happy single woman that doesn’t have to worry about kids ruining their clothes all the time but what they didn’t know is that I am miserable for living the same boring life like this ever since I graduated. I didn’t know kids would make me happy, you know? I never felt like I wanted to hold a small child’s little hands until today I didn’t know how much I could be happy over them. Maybe my mom is right, I should probably start dating someone and maybe settle down with them and start investing my time for someone else instead of being on my own all the time. I am so bored with my life and I am so lonely. I wanted to be happy so badly!” After we got back, she sat on the couch the whole day and watched the TV and didn’t bother eating anything else. I held her close while she cried herself to sleep on my shoulders.

After a few days since the conversation happened, I saw her all dressed up in the bathroom trying to put on her lipstick one last time and it turned out she had a date with one of the writers she worked for. She asked me many times if she should wear heels or the pretty flats she just bought few days earlier and asked me if she should do this or that considering I am a man and I’ve been to one too many dates myself and there was a moment where I wished I could take her out on a date too, but I didn’t say anything or delve my mind into that thoughts ever again.

She went to several more dates with that guy and I was DEAD CURIOUS about what happened to that point of many dates. She didn’t want to talk about it until after this one time they had dinner together at some crap place he brought her to. I looked up the place and it wasn’t satisfactory at all.

She started talking about it when I was doing our laundry. She leaned at the door and told me what went wrong. The guy only wanted to go on casual dates and a hookup and didn’t look for anything serious from her and I saw her heart break over it. I was angered about it but at the same time I was relieved because I can never see her living her desired life in the future without me in it.

And let’s just say everything that happened after that seems like fate was so lazy and tired of us constantly pushing each other away so they decided to throw in a miracle.

She got pregnant with my child. Me and my wife, we were expecting. We got so drunk that night after she told me that it didn’t work out with her date. I have never gotten that drunk in my life ever, and I have never seen her in that state but when she cried all I could think of was holding her close like that day, and I kissed her when she stared at me with her eyes that looked like stars were carefully placed in it. We made love that day and I kept telling her how much I loved her and she kept calling for my name when we did it and I was sure I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her.

We got awkward after that day. We barely talk or eat together, and whenever we do, she always says she is full and heads straight to bed after that. When I pick her up from work we hardly try to crack a conversation or when I ask her if she wants to get some midnight snacks she would say she is tired and is busy with work. She kept pushing me away and I assumed it was so that we couldn’t talk about what happened that night.

One day she called me from her workplace to pick her up during the lunch hour, she said she was a bit sick so I also took the rest of the day off in case she needed something. When I picked her up from work she was carrying a grocery bag full of lemons in one hand and a bag in her other hand.

“My period was late. So I decided to take a test and it was positive. I was unsure of the test so I went to the clinic to get myself checked, and the doctor said I am pregnant…for 7 weeks…”

She was carefully looking at me after I said that and she was babbling the entire time.

“I know, I am sorry okay I wasn’t careful, I don’t know if this is what you wanted but I DO I wanted this baby and I want to raise this baby it doesn’t matter if I am alone because I know I will love this baby and that I will be happy but if it means you will leave me it would hurt me a little but can you just promise me you won’t completely ditch me until you see the love of your life I have lived a life without a father figure for so long so it’s okay if my child don’t have one I can be their father too.”

She was talking all the time while I was already thinking ahead of how the baby will look like, what their first words are going to be, what I will dress them up as during halloween and it was when she cried that I stopped her.

I told her that no I won’t leave her and that I don’t even think of dating anyone at the time so she doesn't have to worry about me being around for only a little time because I will be there all the time. I said I have a savings account that I saved up for myself that can be used for hospital bills and everything that she needed. “Of course I wanted this too, I am happy to be able to have this opportunity, thank you so much.” I kissed her on the forehead and brought her to my bed so we could lay there together.

She told me to bring one lemon that she bought earlier. “When I went to the checkup, I was blank all the time and she snapped me back to reality when she told me that the baby is the size of a lemon about now. So I went to the store near the clinic and held the lemon in my palms.”

“The baby is so small, like this lemon. I couldn’t hold it in and cried in the middle of the store. So I bought two weeks worth of lemons because that was all I thought about. Our baby is the size of a lemon. I have a lemon-sized baby inside of me, and it’s not going to be a lemon anymore. It is going to grow.” We cried tears of joy together and slept together on the same bed from that day onwards. It was better for pregnant women’s bump to be held when they sleep to provide comfort for the baby and the mother. She would snuggle up to me and look for me when I needed a bathroom break in the middle of the night. We decided to call our fetus little lemon.

Our routine changed since that day, we told her mom about the pregnancy and expected a negative reaction but she was the happiest because she got to be a grandmother and she was even more happy that the father is me. I did a lot of reading about what pregnant mothers need and what I need to prepare. I will drive her to checkups, when she is tired she will call me so she can get home earlier, when she is doing the dishes alone I would sneak behind her to lift up her bump so her back pains are reduced. At some point I got tired of watching her do everything in the house so I made sure I took care of everything. I didn’t mind doing chores because we don’t have much to take care of in the first place and I am rich enough to call for help.

When she was 5 months into the pregnancy, the doctor advised us to watch over her diet and her blood pressure HB count. She was worried and agitated all the time and I was there to tell her that she was doing okay and to just listen to the doctor’s advice to take care of her diet. There were so many struggles she faced throughout her pregnancy and we were stressing over the apartment because buying baby stuff is taking the space of the apartment, so I asked her to move into my apartment that I still keep.

After a week, she agreed to move in, so I called for people to refurbish the rooms so she has a room for herself and a nursery. There was a spare room for her mom that I prepared whenever she wanted to come over and check on her. It took a long time for her to consider my offer because she was attached to the place since she lived there for almost three years. She said this place means a lot to me too and it was true. I fell in love with her when I started living here again. That was also the day we decided that it was okay for us to be intimate and we made love that night and it was possibly the first time where I get to enjoy a meaningful sex with her.

During the 7th month, we started discussing baby names because we do not want to know about the gender yet, how she’s going to give birth and insurance plans that we’re considering for our baby. And the conversation about legal parentings came and I considered talking about marriage with her but felt like it was not the time for that yet.

I decided to buy a ring a week after that, just because, and decided to propose to her during dinner. When I asked her if she wanted to marry me, she looked like she was not expecting any of that from me.

“We can’t get married.” I got rejected but that’s when I feel like I am much worse of an asshole than I thought I was before.

“What if I intercepted the way to your love life when we got married? What if one day your commitment falls to someone else that wasn’t me? What if that happens and our child will have to suffer in a broken home. It is better if we live as co-parents.”

So I told her. “You won’t intercept in the way of anything because the love I wanted was you. I love you and our child and my heart belongs to the both of you. I have been devoted to you since the day I decided to come back here. I don’t think I will want to go through anything I had in the past when a whole perfect you is here with me and our child!” I was so scared at the time because I thought she would push me away again but nothing negative happened and she was just stunned and slept facing the other way that night. It wasn’t really that big of a deal because the next day she told me to drive to the registration office to get married on papers.

This is the reason I said that we never call each other boyfriend and girlfriend because overnight we became parents and then we got married. We were happy, and I didn’t hold back from touching her anymore, and she would kiss me when we wake up, when there are some of the new office workers hit on me I told them I am married and I have a beautiful and very pregnant wife at home and everyone was taken aback because I never bothered to tell anyone about my personal life and they all congratulated me and bought gifts for the unborn baby. My wife even got the chance to join the mothers in her work friend circle and talk about her pregnancy with them.

This part is probably going to be so painful so I apologize if my words are messed up and if I touch people’s hearts with the most painful memory I had about my wife. It was during the birth of our child.

She gave a normal birth but after the baby was safely delivered her blood pressure was all over the place to the point that she was unconscious and was in the ICU for around 3 days. The doctors said something about a cardiovascular dysfunction that happens to pregnant women. I had to sit with her all the time and hold her hand and let’s say that is the single most scary event that ever happened in my life. I couldn’t get up from my chair and do anything, the nurses said my complexion was worse than a corpse and one of the residents who were in charge of taking care of my wife bought me lunch and ate with me as I talked about my wife with him. Her mom arrived at the hospital the next day and told me to sleep somewhere and the nurses were kind enough to let me sleep in an empty hospital ward. I visited the nursery to check on my baby, my little lemon was awake when I saw him and a small smile was drawn on his cute face. I got to hold my baby after he was fed. Since my wife is unconscious the nutrient he needed from my wife should be replaced with baby formula.

I told the nurses if it is possible to take the baby and let it stay close to my wife while she was still unconscious. I hold her hand close to me and kiss her knuckles as I talk to her all about our little lemon and by some miracle her health gets better and she wakes up when the baby cries. Our little lemon is a miracle baby. I cried so hard and promised to her that I won’t ever have to make her go through this ever again.

She finally told her that she loved me when she woke up.

“It would have been so much easier if you loved me earlier, don't you think? We spent too much time pushing each other away, spent too much time waiting for you to come back and we rushed everything when we got together. I am so sorry that I never told you about the feelings I had for you since I was 17. I fell in love too soon and you love me too late for us to do anything about it.”

I felt like what I told everyone about the love of my life is enough. I realized I loved her since the day I knew her but I only acted upon it when I lost everything but her. She was there when I had no one else, she knew me so well to the point that she never hurt me but all my life I hurt her by being with someone else to avoid the feelings I had for her. I thought I could never see her again but her chances and forgiving self gave a place in her heart again no matter how many times I pushed her away. So as a man to possibly more men who probably read this, just igve it a shot, tell her you love her. Be responsible if anything happens. Happy wife, happy life! To my dear wife, I really hope you don’t read any of this because I KNOW you will make fun of me and ridicule me and I hope that this post will be gone in years so my son doesn’t have to grow up to see this. I love you, wife. And I am so happy I still have a lot of time to prove it to you.

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