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manjiropie · 3 years

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do whatever is in your mind.

Young Mikey x Reader!

Warn! no warnings today! enjoy!

It's not often Mikey and I have a quarrel. We do bicker here and there, but that's what happens between friends, right?

I've joined Toman for almost a year now– although I've known Manjiro for much longer. I met him through Emma, who is a big friend of mine for as long as I can remember. She was there for me at times when I felt like there was no exit, no light. She's an extremely important part of my life– of me.

I've come to realize that I have been spending more and more time near Mikey, which is not bad, I do enjoy his presence. He may look tough and intimidating but he's just like a mochi: freezing cold on the outside but melting saccharine inside. Now that I'm a part of the gang and actually get to know and participate, I've gotten closer to him. Here and there Mikey invites me out.

"So, it's like a date?" I'd smirk suggestively at him.

"In your dreams." He'd try to hide his smile and he'd look away.

However, there are a few little habits he has that tend to send me on a rage trip. I get mad easily. Things will likely set on fire quickly. It's not that I want to, but my mother is not one of the most patient people in the world and she tells me to cool down. As if.

This last week was the cherry on top.

Mikey had crossed the line. He had pissed me off in every single way possible. He pretended not to listen to me while he was eating. He would answer me in a "oh, I don't really fucking care about what you're talking about!" way. He tripped while he was laughing hysterically at something Draken had said and his pink lemonade was all over my white shirt. He drew in an assignment that was due to the next day for my math class. He told me off for no reason at all in front of everyone in the last Toman's meeting... all of that wasn't on purpose. I am aware of how incredibly short his attention spam is when it comes to not so important affairs. But, fuck, couldn't he just be a little nicer to me? At least during last week where I was having sharp cramps in my fucking uterus? Yeah, maybe he didn't know that because I try not to be so obvious. But when he told us we'd be training last thursday I almost laid on the ground in fetal position and cried for hours. I didn't! I fought and then went home and cried.

Then, this Saturday– today –he invited me to his house to hang out. Emma was with a friend and his grandfather was out of town. When he called me to his house we never did much. We'd watch TV, hang out on the couch discussing stupid stuff, we'd be on our phones... nothing so wow. It was still fun, though.

I wasn't in the best mood to leave my comfy bed but I was way less in the mood to fight him off over the phone. So I slid out of the bed and dressed the first jeans I saw laying on the end of my bed and the oversized Nirvana shirt hanging off my chair (it's actually my dad's shirt, shhh).

I knocked twice on his bedroom's door.

"Come in." He yelled from inside. I open the door and he's laying on the bed, his head hanging off of it and his hair is almost touching the floor. His face lit up and he rolled over so he laid on his stomach. I walk over and sit down beside him.

"What's up with the frown?" I didn't notice I was frowning to be honest. Guess the bad mood followed me here.

I shrug.

"Ugh, don't tell me you're in a bad mood." He whines. "I called you here to chill and you're already angry. What's up?" He lays on his pillow and swings his legs to place them on my lap. I huff and shove them off, getting up.

"You've been treating me like shit the whole week and now you wanna chill?" I say, more calm than I thought.

"I did not treat you like shit this week? When do I treat you like shit?" His tone was one of disbelief and confusion.

"Ah, Mikey. Embarrassing me in front of the rest of gang; spilling your drink on my school shirt, which is now stained; ignoring me or answering like you're bored..." I list them off on my fingers. "I am the one who asks, what's up with you?! God, you're always being so unpredictable, which is good sometimes but not like this! Not to me!"

I flop down on the couch, starting to get tired of this whole thing. Knowing Mikey, I know that he'll not lay down again.

"So you're the only one allowed to have bad days now?" He sits on the edge of his bed and I turn my head around lazily, uninterested, bored, like him.

"You were laughing incredibly loud with Takemitchi and Draken friday."

"You can be so annoying sometimes."

"Oh, I'm the annoying one now?" I stand up.

"If you don't like my company, why did you even come in first place?" He also stands. We don't have much height difference, but he's hardly two inches taller than me.

His voice is calm, like always. Which makes me infuriated. "Fucking hell! Does it hurt for you to apologize!?" My sudden outburst takes him on surprise, and me, too.

"I already apologized, stop whining about it."

"I'm not whining–"

"If you weren't," he walks to his desk and sets a cup that was once beside his bed down. "You would've dropped this matter before."

"You don't give a damn about what I feel, do you, Mikey?"

"What?" He turns around, brows knit together.

"You heard me. You made me have a bad week and the least you could do is apologize, you dumbass!" I stomp to his direction.

"I already did! Why don't you–"

"Shut up or I'll punch you." I say, slightly looking up.

His eyebrows twitch and he slowly tilts his head to the side, like a puppy. "Or what.. ?"

"Are you fucking deaf?" I point to my ears.

He comes a little closer. "You're gonna do what if I don't shut up?"

"I'm going to punch you if you don't stop being a brat." I sneer at him. My blood boiling. The stress from this shitty past week overflowing in that moment.

"Oh, yeah?" I could feel his breath oh my nose.

"What? Are you doubting me? I would." I jerk up an eyebrow. I've never fought physically with him. But it's not like I can't.

"I'd like to see you try." His eyes flicker to my lips for a brief second and my breath fails, making me cough.

"What? Can't punch me?" He amuses.

"Fuck you."

Suddenly I feel an arm sneak around my waist and in a second I'm chest to chest with Mikey. My eyes widen– his were peaceful as ever, although superior.

"Do it." He says, looking down at me.

The way he's holding me is making my head spin. True, Mikey is cute...

"Do what?"

He laughs at my confused expression. "I don't know... what did you say you'd do to me?"

Ha ha.

His hold on me tightens.

"Do whatever is on your mind." He says.

My eyes roam free between his eyes and his soft pink lips. Do whatever is on your mind.

If he knew what was on my mind, would he still allow me to?

"Do it," he encourages me once again, "aren't you the 'oh so brave' one? Punch me, yell at me, do whatever you want to me."

Those words were the last push I needed. My hands find the soft skin of his neck, hidden by his long hair. I pull him close and lock our lips together. I feel him making a little sound, I don't know if it was surprise or relief.

If by just looking at it his lips seemed soft, actually touching it felt like kissing cotton candy or guessing cloud shapes.

He didn't pull back, in fact, he held me with both hands. I have no clue how he did that but it seemed as though all of my worries dissipated as we kissed.

My heart was beating so fast that it made my chest hurt. My head started to pound when I spent a little too long without air. I pull back from his lips and keep my gaze on them as I breathe heavily.

"Hm." He hums quietly, almost dreamily if you'd ask me.

I look up at his face and smile a bit, noticing how his cheeks are pink. I lift an eyebrow up as if asking what he was thinking. He shakes his head and then puts his right hand on my cheek, caressing it. He kisses me again. This time is slower. As though being present in the moment. As if it were just me and him and nothing else.

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mach-speed-spin · 3 years

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Character design analysis: Kai Hiwatari

I’m starting this thing where I analyze character Beyblade designs and how they changed over the seasons. I’m starting with an original series character because Burst is ongoing and characters can return in future seasons (I will do also mfb since it ended)

We start with his season 1 design. From a fashion standpoint, it makes no sense. In the context of Beyblade, it fits right in. Beyblade takes suspension of disbelief and tells you to either roll with it, or just laugh at the ridiculousness of it. Kai’s design is arguably the strangest of the main cast (possibly second to Ray, but that’s debatable)

Working our way from the top down, he has 2 hair colors, bluish grey at the front and dark blue at the back. It’s styled in what I can only describe as half the quintessential shonen hair. The front is improbably spiky and is pretty long. But look at the back

It’s long, but it’s not spiky in the slightest save for it coming together at the back into something which probably has a name, I just don’t know it. Kai manages to give off “rebel” vibes, for lack of a better term, while also looking stylish. That hairstyle needs a lot of effort to keep

Moving on to his facepaint. It’s 4 blue traingles. They change slightly each season but here it looks like someone drew a triangle on a flat surface and it didn’t translate perfectly to the curved surface of a human face. The 2 top triangles are bigger and point horizontally. The bottom 2 are smaller and point diagonally. I don’t know why they were included in Kai’s design to be honest. If they wanted to give him something that made him stand out they could’ve just used the gloves or scarf. Having both plus the facepaint feels a little overblown but again, Beyblade doesn’t half ass anything

Down to his scarf. It’s most iconic appearances were in G-Revolution. Here only one end sticks out, instead of 2 like in G-Rev. It also shows no sign of being weighted. I’ll get more into it when I get to his V-Force and G-Rev designs

That sleeveless top looks terrible. It looks uncofortable and it’s a crime againts fashion. It’s also not something particularly notable about Kai. Really it’s just there so we can see his muscular arms

Speaking of his arms, look at his gloves. My favorite part of his original design, he never uses them after this season. They are implied to be weighted, but are definitely not as heavy as his scarf on G-Rev (more on that later). I love them, and they work with Kai, but Dranzer has minimal red (even though the bit-beast is all red. Go figure). They probably got rid of them because it didn’t match the aesthetic of his bey

His belt buckle looks kinda cool, but it’s not that remarkable

His pants are unreasonably baggy. I get that you’re a beyblade thief but no need to be able to carry 70+ pounds of plastic. Other than that, nothing notable

His shoes feel like a last minute addition as well. I can’t tell what they were going for, and they aren’t good, but you don’t notice that unless you specifically pay attention to his shoes (which are never the focus of any shot)

Kai in V-Force keeps the hairstyle (some slight changes but that’s due to the new animation studio)

His facepaint now consists of 4 traingles all pointing diagonally, instead of 2 poitning horizontally. Again, probably just the studio change

His scarf is gone but looks like he’s wearing a turtleneck? What? This decision genuinely baffled me. The scarf may have had its best moments in G-Rev, but it was still iconic in 2000. Almost as much as his gloves and you wouldn’t remo- oh wait

His top now has these things that go around his arm. I don’t know what they are called but I’m sure others pull off the look better than Kai does here. They kinda look like wings but giving characters wing designs would be executed better in G-Rev

The rest of his top is tight, but better than in season 1 (again, not a major part of his design)

He replaced his solid gloves for arm warmers. I would make fun of this if not for the fact that I want those arm warmers for myself. The red gloves looked better on Kai but those arm warmers would look better on me

He changed his belt buckle, but it’s not too different

Baggy pants now have these weird red parts. I don’t know how they attach

His shoes look normal now

The lack of scarf and weighted gloves is obvious. This means Kai was not wearing weights in V-Force (unless those pants are carrying rocks). Kai also seemed weaker in battles during V-Force and he was much thinner. I don’t know if this was intentional but in-universe it’s likely the consequences of the Russian arc from season 1

This doesn’t seem like much other than Kai in formal attire since he’s not training nor battling, but I still found some things in it

First the tie. It’s not very tidy. Considering Kai’s design implied he cares about his appearance this seems strange. But considering his mental state at the beginning of V-Force it’s not surprising

Second, and most importantly, he wears a single earring on his left ear. He doesn’t wear any earrings in his regular design, no matter the season. This implies that Kai only wears an earring when he’s presenting formally. Why?

Also is that eyeliner?

Kai in G-Revolution is more similar to himself in season 1 than in V-Force. His hair is longer but still kept in the same style

He has eyeliner. I don’t know why but I kinda like it

Look at his facepaint. The triangles are slightly crooked. I guess they were meant to look like bird claws a bit. It’s not bad, just strange when you’re used to straight triangles

His scarf now has both ends sticking out. It’s also weighted. Considering it cracked concrete by being cropped when Kai had his arm extended horizontally, I need someone to do math and tell me how heavy that scarf is.

He has a shirt and a jacket instead of that top he used before. Finally Kai gets sleeves. It’s a cool jacket that looks badass without looking like he was trying too hard

He wears normal (or at least normal in-universe) fingerless gloves.

His belt buckle looks like someone overlayed his season 1 and V-Force buckles into one. Small detail, but considering it’s the final season, it’s nice

Kai wearing kinda baggy pants instead of super baggy pants. I never though I’d see the day

His shoes would be normal if not for the fact that they have these red belts (are they belts?) holding the pants to them. Like all of Kai’s shoes, it’s a minor part of his design that doesn’t really stand out

Overall, Kai’s G-Revolution design is very toned down compared to previous ones. Except for the scarf not being in V-Force, the more iconic parts of it stayed consistent (hair and facepaint). He’s also buff as hell in G-Rev

Kai at the end of the series can be seen wearing this. I couldn’t get a full-body picture but he’s wearing a long coat (reminds me of the Matrix). It’s probably to hide all his wounds. Not much can be said about it other than it looks cool

#beyblade #character design analysis #kai hiwatari #beyblade overanalysis

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seasonofthewicth · 4 years

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quarantine questions

AN: this was inspired by the incredible @highqueenofelfhame ‘s fic everyone’s favourite teacher (which you can find here xxx and I 100% recommend). I absolutely adore that fic and couldn’t help but write my own spin on teacher Rowan and Aelin.

p.s. one day I will write Aelin as something other than a teacher, today is just not that day.

p.p.s. this isn’t a proposal fic I just can’t think of titles. Anyway, enjoy!

word count: ~2.2k

part 2 - part 3

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Aelin loved her job, she really did, but Gods did quarantine make it difficult.

Normally she loved seeing the kids, they were great fun, and most of them wanted to learn and wanted to be in her classroom which meant the environment was positive and enjoyable. Even the kids that didn’t want to be there could usually be won over with a few tricks or promises of treats, which was always rewarding.

The interactions with the kids were what made her get up in the morning, the reason she had become a teacher in the first place was to satisfy her desire to help nurture children and to help them grow. But then the global pandemic had hit and the access to her students was reduced.

Not only did she have to adapt to trying to teach her lessons online, working out how the content could be explained using only her voice and a computer screen had pushed her in ways she hadn’t expected. While it was satisfying when she figured things out Aelin knew her lessons over zoom weren’t up to her usual standard.

That was the reason she had let her students know she would be at her desktop for an extra half an hour every day after school usually finished, for them to come to her if they had any problems or anything they wanted her to go through with them. Normally she would have operated her open-classroom-door policy, but a virtual replacement would have to do.

A good number of her students had taken up her offer of extra time to go through problems with her in the few weeks since she had started it, some came in groups for extra explanation for her lessons or some came individually for personal guidance.

As the clock struck 3:30 she joined the zoom call to wait for any students to join. It wasn’t long before a notification popped up telling her a student was requesting access to the call.

“Hello,” She called once the student had entered the call.

“Hey Miss G.” The student on the call was a young girl named Evangeline.

Evangeline was an enthusiastic student and always tried her best. She sometimes struggled with the content, but her perseverance was what gave Aelin such a soft spot for her.

“Hey Evangeline, what can I do for you today?” She asked, making sure her tone was upbeat enough to invite questions.

“I just have a few questions about your lesson today I was hoping we could go through them?”

“Of course,” She said, grabbing her notepad and pen in case she needed to do any drawing of diagrams to aid her explanation, or make any notes for herself.

It didn’t take her long to go through Evangeline’s list of questions, they were all genuine and thought provoking, and it made Aelin smile knowing Evangeline had thought deeply about her teaching.

“Is that everything for today?” She asked capping her pen. “How are all the rest of your classes going?”

Evangeline took a deep breath, looking down below her computer screen and Aelin’s stomach turned nervously.

“They’re okay…” She started. “Most of them are fine, Spanish is even going well, it’s just Maths.”

Aelin shuffled where she sat, hoping the conversation wasn’t going where she thought it was as her student continued.

“I’m in Mr Whitethorn’s class, and his teaching in our lessons is fine, I’m just really struggling with the assignments. The class is huge too, so I don’t like to speak when I don’t get something.”

Mr Whitethorn.

Mr Rowan Whitethorn.

Aelin’s boyfriend of three years, not that Evangeline knew that, who was currently sitting in the room next door where he had been teaching his own zoom classes for the past few weeks.

She had met Rowan when she joined the school almost four years ago, she was newly qualified and nervous for her first proper teaching job. She had made friends quickly within her own department, the other history teachers Yrene and Elide were great fun and always up for a raucous night of drinking with Aelin. They had taken her under their wings when Aelin first started, which had led to her meeting Rowan.

The school was one of the largest in their district, meaning the different departments didn’t often mix, but one night Elide had brought along her boyfriend Lorcan, another maths teacher, who brought along his co-worker Rowan.

Rowan Whitethorn had not been what Aelin had expected. She remembered seeing him in the halls at school, dressed smartly in his button down and slacks, square framed glasses hiding most of his face.

In the bar Rowan Whitethorn had looked like a god. His tightly-fitted t-shirt highlighting his strongly-built arms and allowing her a long look at his intricate tattoo stretching down one of his arms that had previously been hidden. His silver hair shining in the bright lights as he towered over her to greet Elide.

He had flashed her a grin as he had taken the seat next to her and introduced himself and Aelin had been gone. Hooked on his slanted smile and the twinkle in his shining green eyes.

They had got along well all night, and he had bid her farewell with a chaste kiss on the cheek. The next morning she swallowed her pride and asked Elide if she could pass along his number. Elide had only replied with a phone number and a smirking emoji.

From there their relationship had been simple, but not boring. He drew out her fire and she loved him for it.

They had kept their relationship hidden at school, which had proven difficult once the quarantine kicked in and they had to hide the fact that their zoom lessons were taking place in the same house.

Aelin sighed, her attention only briefly drawn away from her student. “I’m sorry to hear that, Evangeline. Have you tried contacting Mr Whitethorn separately to let him know that you’re struggling? I’m sure he’d be more than willing to help you if he knew.”

She knew her boyfriend would be horrified to find out that a student was struggling and had been too shy to ask for help.

“No,” The young girl started, still blushing. “I’m not really sure what I would say.”

“I could help you draft an email if you wanted?” Aelin offered immediately and let out a soft sigh of relief as Evangeline nodded enthusiastically.

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Once her call with Evangeline had finished where Aelin had helped her to compose a draft email to Mr Whitethorn she shut her computer and left her office. She padded into the living room where she found her boyfriend lounging on the sofa, dressed in a pair of light grey sweats and a Doranelle University sweatshirt.

Seeing him dressed so casually in their home sent a warm jolt through her chest, and an only slightly lesser rush of warmth headed somewhere slightly lower through her at the sight of him.

She flopped down next to him and burrowed her nose into his neck, breathing in his pine and snow scent.

“Hello, you.” His voice was soft as he pecked a kiss onto her cheek. “How was your day?”

She laughed, tilting her head up to face him. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen him today; they coordinated their breaks to see each other throughout the days.

“Fine,” She said with a sly smile. “I helped one of my students draft an email for her ever so wonderful maths teacher, Mr Whitethorn, to ask for some extra help.”

“Oh Gods,” He laughed, a loud and bright sound, and tucked an arm around her shoulders pulling her in tight. “What a nightmare. He sounds like a great teacher to me.”

She snorted. “And modest.”

He poked her side. “I think he’ll get back to them tomorrow, he’s busy now anyway.”

With that he pressed a more meaningful kiss to her cheek and peppered them all the way down until his lips were pressed against her own. She leaned into the kiss, twisting her fingers through his thick hair to pull him closer towards herself.

It was incredible how he still managed to ignite her blood with a kiss, her skin burned where he touched. He slid his hands down her sides, tucking one into the crook of her knee and hitching her leg up over his own.

After a few minutes she managed to draw herself back for a breath. “He is very busy.” She pressed one last kiss against his lips. “Cooking his beautiful girlfriend her dinner. She’s very hungry.”

He growled, face pressed tightly against her neck and nipped the skin lightly with his teeth, a promise for later, but stood up, nonetheless. He held his hand out for hers and tugged her up to follow him to the kitchen.

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She knew Rowan had seen Evangeline’s email, and had arranged his own one-to-one session with her over zoom to go through her questions. They mostly tried to stay out of each other’s teaching, knowing that everyone had different styles and used different techniques, but they shared general pieces of information about their roles and their students.

She knew Evangeline was feeling better about his class now, she’d told her a couple of weeks later in another one of her post-school hours drop ins that she had spoken with him and he had offered her guidance on the assignment.

She also told Aelin that Mr Whitethorn had opened up the chat facility for students who weren’t confident in speaking aloud to ask questions during his lessons. Aelin had to bury her smirk at the comment, hiding the fact that Aelin herself had made that suggestion to a worried Rowan.

She was currently on an extended drop in session with around fifteen of her students going through one of the larger pieces of coursework she was setting for the class. She had tried to avoid setting large pieces of assessed work throughout the pandemic as she knew how difficult it was to work from home and she understood that not all students had a level playing field when working from home, but this one had been unavoidable.

This session had run way past the time she had allocated for it; they were over an hour into the half-hour time slot she normally used at the end of the day for the sessions.

She was listening to her students’ discussions of their ideas for the coursework, she encouraged group work and collaboration as long as the final pieces of work were completed independently.

She nodded along silently, until she heard a voice from behind her.

“Aelin, are you coming—” Rowan’s voice cut off as he froze in the doorway.

She gasped, whirling in her seat, aware of the students on her call falling silent.

Her eyes flew back to her computer screen to check the small square in the corner that showed what her students could see of her.

Rowan was clearly well inside the frame where he stood behind her, frozen with his hand on the door handle, his mouth hanging open in an exaggerated o-shape.

She turned back towards him, her own eyes as wide as his as they met, neither knowing what to say or how they could explain his presence in her house with anything other than the truth. She knew there were too many students on her session for this to stay a secret too, the news would spread along the student network in no time.

Rowan’s mouth snapped shut and he began to inch backwards to where he had come from, but he was interrupted by a voice.

“Hey Mr Whitethorn.” Evangeline’s voice was clear over the zoom call, and it snapped Aelin out of her stupor.

“Hey guys,” Rowan’s voice was croaky. “I’ll just be—”

“Mr Whitethorn will be going now.” At her raised eyebrows he raised his hands in apology and crept back out of the room, pulling the door closed softly behind himself.

Aelin dropped her forehead to her hands and puffed out a laugh, before glancing back up at her screen.

At least five of her students were visibly on their mobiles, tapping away. Those who weren’t all wore mischievous grins. This was mortifying.

“I know why he was so helpful after our chat now Miss G.” Evangeline’s voice was smug even over the video call.

“Yes, well. Sorry about that, anyway, moving on.” She could move past this; she would move past this.

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She left the room once the call with her students was finished, most of the awkwardness had cleared by the time the call had ended, but she had no doubt that there wasn’t a single student in the school who wouldn’t have heard about this by the next day.

She collapsed onto the sofa, her face buried in a pillow next to where Rowan sat, looking down at her sheepishly.

“I’m so sorry Aelin.”

She let out a muffled scream before taking a deep breath and looking up at him, a wonky smile spreading across her face.

“It’s not your fault,” She told him. “It’s this rutting quarantine.”

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orikoaurora · 3 years

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What Do You Need To Know About The Stop Asian Hate Movement.

Ever since it came to light that the COVID-19 virus originated in Wuhan, China, incidents of hate against Asians in America have been steadily on the rise. According to a study by the Center for the Study of Hate and Extremism at California State University, San Bernardino, there has been an increase of 150 percent in hate crimes against Asians in the US in 2020 — more than double of 2019. These include attacks on people of Asian origin as well as the businesses run by them. The study found that two of the cities, where Asians have been targeted the most are Los Angeles and New York.

Experts such as Karthick Ramakrishnan, founder and director of demographic data and policy research non-profit AAPI Data, believe that part of the hatred against Asians has been fuelled by the repeated use of “China virus” and “Kung Flu” by former US President Donald Trump, conservative media outlets as well as his supporters when referring to COVID-19. Commenting on the stereotypes that Asian Americans face in the US, John C. Yang President and Executive Director of the Asian Americans Advancing Justice (AAJC) told CNN, “Unfortunately, Asian Americans and Pacific Islanders often are invisible to the public. Or, where we are visible, it falls into a couple of different stereotypes. One stereotype is the so called ‘model minority’ — the suggestion that there are no issues that really affect the Asian American community.”

This hate, marginalisation and stereotype assumed a horrific shape on March 16, 2021, in Georgia which sent shockwaves among Asians living in America and other parts of the world.

What Happend In Georgia?

Robert Aaron Long, a 21-year-old white American, shot dead eight people at three massage parlours in Cherokee County and Atlanta city. Six of those killed were women of Asian descent. Long has been arrested and charged with eight counts of murder — four each in Cherokee and Atlanta, besides charges related to aggravated assault, attempt to murder and use of a firearm. Though Long claimed he was not motivated by the race of the victims and hate crime is not part of the charges against him, many, including Atlanta mayor Keisha Lance Bottoms, believe the mass shooting was an act of hate crime.

Has There Been Any Incident Post The Georgia Spa Shooting?

Multiple attacks on people of Asian origin have been reported across the US in the week since the Georgia spa shootings. A day after the incident, a 75-year-old woman was brutally assaulted in San Francisco. In three separate incidents on March 21 in New York City, a 54-year-old was hospitalised after being attacked, a 41-year-old was attacked from behind and a 37-year-old was assaulted on her way to an anti-Asian violence protest. While a man has been charged in the San Francisco incident, two men and a woman have been charged in the three NY incidents.

What Has Been The Response To The Attacks?

People have been highlighting these hate crime incidents on social media, raising awareness and asking everyone to look out for their Asian American family, friends and neighbours. Thousands took to the streets in New York, Atlanta, Pittsburgh, Washington and even Montreal in Canada in the last few days speaking out against anti-Asian hate, calling for police reforms and criticising Trump for his hateful rhetoric against China during the pandemic.

During one of the marches, San Antonio Mayor Juliàn Castro told demonstrators that “For generations, Asian Americans have been discriminated against. I don’t have to tell that to anybody in this crowd.”

Following the March 16 incident, the US House Judiciary Committee’s civil rights committee held a hearing on the anti-Asian bias — a first in over 30 years.

Are Prominent People Speaking Out On This Issue?

In the backdrop of the rise in hate crimes against the community, numerous celebrities have extended their support to rights groups and families of victims while expressing solidarity with Asians in America. Among them are actors Awkwafina, Lucy Liu, Sandra Oh, Olivia Munn, and Ken Jeong, designers Prabal Gurung and Yoon Ahn, models Mona Matsuoka and Soo Joo Park besides several others.

In an emotional Instagram video after the Georgia attacks, Tony Award-winning Ashley Park of Emily in Paris fame drew attention to the systemic racism that Asians face daily even “starting with children, when every Asian kid should be able to be good at math and play a classical instrument…”

“This racism starts at a very small level. It starts with things that you say. It starts when someone calls a virus that shut down the whole world the ‘Kung Flu virus.’ It also starts when you roll your eyes or make fun of Asian waiters or Chinese food delivery people and the nail artist,” she says in the post calling to stop Asian hate that has been viewed over three million times.

Min Jin Lee, the celebrated author of Pachinko, in support of the Stop Asian Hate movement, tweeted, “In less than 48 hours, we had a historic Asian Oscar moment with multiple firsts in 93 years — then a mass shooting targeting 3 Asian-owned businesses. This is how terrorism works — you’re not allowed to feel safe, accepted, or valued. We can resist. Take up space. Make noise.”

Appearing before the House Judiciary Subcommittee on the Constitution, Civil Rights, and Civil Liberties on March 18, The Good Doctor producer and actor Daniel Dae Kim called for the passage of the No Hate Bill and the Covid-19 Hate Crimes Act. Referring to the failure of the bill’s passage last year, he said, “I was disheartened to find that for a bill that required no money or resources, just a simple condemnation of acts of hate against people of Asian descent, 164 members of Congress, all Republican voted against it. And now here I am again, because as every witness in this hearing has pointed out, the situation has gotten worse, much worse.”

He told the committee that even though the country Asians call their home “may consider us statistically insignificant now, but one more fact that has no alternative is that we are the fastest-growing racial demographic in the country. We are 23 million strong. We are united, and we are waking up.”

Many celebrities have been raising the issue of hate incidents against members of the community for a long time. Others who have been vocal about it include tennis star and multiple Grand Slam winner Naomi Osaka, who, in a Tweet on February 7, wrote, “The amount of hate, racism, and blame for COVID towards the Asian community is disgusting. The fact that this topic is not very widely covered makes me concerned. I only found videos and information because I was scrolling through my IG feed and by some algorithm it appeared.”

#stop asian hate #stopthehate #stop asian violence #make it stop #asian lives fucking matter #asian lives matter #racisim #stop racism #all lives matter #all lives are equal #all lives fucking matter

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call-me-rei · 3 years

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Chapter 4

Vic woke up on Tuesday with a smile on his face. As soon as his eyes fluttered open, he thought about the picture under his pillow and seeing Kellin at school and he smiled. He couldn’t wait to see his friend that day.

He practically jumped out of bed and got dressed, excited to get to school. Mrs. Fuentes noticed the change in her son’s demeanor when he came skipping down the stairs for breakfast. It was a nice contrast to how he’d been at that time yesterday.

“Are you boys excited for school today?” she asked both of her sons. She didn’t want to put any pressure on Vic in case he wasn’t comfortable talking about why he was so happy, so she addressed the question to both boys.

“Yes!” Mike answered. “I think we’re going to P.E., and I like P.E. Ooh, I’ll need to wear my fast shoes!”

Vic couldn’t help but chuckle at his little brother. Mike was a very excitable kid. Some of it came from his age, but most of it came from his carefree nature. He liked getting into things, trying new things, and making a mess. And most times he got his older brother to do those things too. That just added to his excitement.

“Do you have P.E. today, Vic?” his brother asked.

“No, I have art.”

“Oh, art is boring. I’m sorry.”

Vic shook his head. Usually he’d agree that the class wasn’t very exciting, but today was different. Everything was just better today. Vic’s breakfast tasted better, the conversation at the table was more interesting, the sun was brighter as it rose in the sky, and the drive to school was more pleasant than it had ever been before.

The Fuentes brothers held hands as they walked into the school building. Vic smiled as Mike, who was loving the fact that his older brother was in such a good mood, swung their hands back and forth to a steady beat as they walked to the first grade hall. Vic’s smile didn’t falter as he hugged his brother goodbye.

“Be good,” Vic said. “Don’t cause problems.”

Mike scoffed. “I’m always good.”

“Sure you are.”

Mike stuck his tongue out at his brother which caused Vic to laugh. The sound was like music to the younger’s ears. He walked forward and hugged his older brother as tight as he could, letting him know that he loved how happy Vic was that morning. And Vic couldn’t lie, he was loving the mood he was in that day too. He only hoped he could keep that good feeling.

After he saw Mike enter his classroom Vic went to his own. He held his head up as he walked down the hall to the third grade section of the school and put his unnecessary items in his locker. Then he went into Ms. Barnes’ room ready to start the day.

Today was a better day. Vic was in a better mood even when nothing really changed in the last twenty-four hours. The kids at that one table still looked at him like he was the strangest person they’d seen; no one talked to him except the students at his table when Ms. Barnes instructed them to go over their answers on the morning work with the people around them, but Vic was still okay.

What kept him going was the fact that he would be seeing his friend in a few hours. After specials and lunch, he’d be outside with the thoughtful boy who gave him the beautiful picture. The thought warmed his heart.

Then he got nervous. What if the boy was expecting something back? Vic had learned from his mother never to show up empty-handed when someone gives you something, unless they gave you a birthday gift. Vic’s birthday wasn’t until February, not that Kellin knew that. He just wanted to make his sad friend feel better.

But Vic still needed to give Kellin something. How could he possibly show his appreciation? He wanted to express his gratitude verbally yesterday, but the more he thought about how much he loved the picture, the less fitting saying “thank you” was. He needed to do something better.

Thankfully he’d finished his math work before the class’s science lesson started so he had some extra time to think before the fifteen-minute brain break in-between subjects.

What if he wrote Kellin a note? No, he could think it’s cheesy, especially since he took his time with the picture. What if he drew Kellin a picture back? Sure, but of what? Vic loved drawing but he needed to know what to draw. What would show Kellin that he appreciated him?

Vic sighed and took out his binder. He opened the cover and pulled out the picture he’d slept with the night before. The picture that turned his day around and inspired the wonderful dream he’d had.

With a quiet gasp the brown-eyed boy pulled out a piece of loose-leaf paper and placed it on his desk. He knew what he was going to do, and he wasted no time starting on the project. While the rest of his classmates finished their work during the math section of the morning Vic worked, and he continued through the brain break before the science lesson. He took the project to art when the class went to specials and brought it with him to lunch so he could finish it before they went outside.

Ms. Barnes picked up her class before Mrs. Jones picked up hers, so Vic was outside before Kellin. He took his materials to the tree the two of them had spent time under the week before and sat. He continued to work while his classmates played.

Vic would’ve felt bad seeing the kids in his class playing together on the playground or kicking a soccer ball around in the field but seeing Mrs. Jones’ homeroom come outside put a smile on his face that he couldn’t hide if he tried. He looked toward the line of kids and saw Kellin near the end. The bright-eyed boy smiled when he saw his new friend in better spirits sitting under their familiar tree.

“Hi Vic!” Kellin jogged over to the tree with a wide smile on his face. “Are you feeling better?” he asked as he sat down next to the boy. Vic nodded. “Good. I didn’t like that you were sad yesterday so I’m glad you’re happy now.”

Vic’s smile grew at his new friend’s words. He loved that someone other than a family member cared about his feelings. It annoyed him when his family obsessed over how he was feeling, but when Kellin did it, it felt nice. It felt natural, like he didn’t have to force himself to be honest with him. Maybe that was what having a friend was like.

“Since you’re feeling better can we talk about that last episode of Pokémon on Saturday? Can you believe Team Rocket got away?” Vic didn’t have much to say about the episode since it just made him upset. How was it possible that Team Rocket escaped with all those Pokémon? That just wasn’t right! And for the episode to end on a cliffhanger? It wasn’t fair.

Vic let the blond boy beside him take charge of the conversation, only interjecting with quiet hums when he wasn’t too distracted with his project.

“What’s that?” Vic looked up from his page and saw Kellin trying to look over his shoulder. He was quick to hold it to his chest to keep it a secret.

“Nothing, just something for my brother.”

Vic didn’t like lying to his friend, but Kellin couldn’t even tell that he wasn’t telling the truth. “Oh,” was the response he gave before he went back to talking about something Vic wasn’t exactly paying attention to.

Vic eventually finished his little project and kept up the conversation with Kellin when he was done. Albeit, he didn’t say as much as Kellin did, but the blond boy liked having someone to talk to and someone who listened to his rambling. Kellin always felt as if the other kids were scared off when he started speaking faster than the rate his brain came up with words. But not Vic. Vic listened and let him talk, and Kellin appreciated that.

The two boys stayed under the tree until the whistle blew and teachers told the classes to line up. They then stood from their spots and dusted themselves off.

“Hey, Kellin?” Vic said hesitantly. The bright-eyed boy hummed as he looked at a nervous Vic. “Uh, I-I wanted to…um…” Kellin cocked his head to the side. Was Vic okay? Was something wrong? Questions of concern for his new friends flooded his mind while a different set of questions invaded Vic’s consciousness.

Why was Vic so nervous? It wasn’t like what he wanted to do was so hard because it wasn’t. Not in the slightest. So why was his brain making it harder than it needed to be? By now it was awkward: Kellin hadn’t said anything to urge him on and just let him stand there in inner turmoil. He probably thought he was a loser.

Vic shook his head to clear it. “Never mind,” he mumbled. He felt defeated from his nerves and decided it wasn’t worth it anymore. He gathered the materials he’d brought outside with him and joined his class in line before Ms. Barnes could yell at him for lagging behind. He left Kellin standing there confused about what his friend was going to tell him.

“Come on Kellin, let’s go!” a girl in his class shouted as she joined Mrs. Jones’ line. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and got in line behind her. The class walked into the building silently, but Kellin’s mind was racing with questions. He doubted he’d ever get the answers to them unless he bombarded Vic with them. That was something he didn’t feel comfortable doing. Vic had just started feeling better, and Kellin didn’t want to ruin his good mood with too many questions about something he was obviously uncomfortable talking about. He’d just have to wonder until his friend told him what he wanted to say.

Kellin kept that in mind as he gathered his things for math and science from his desk and prepared to switch to Ms. Barnes’ class. As he pulled out his math folder he thought back to the day before and the picture he left in his desk for the person who would sit there next. He had smiled when he got to his seat that morning and saw that the picture was no longer there. Vic had obviously taken it and hopefully he liked it. Kellin was embarrassed by it since he’d done it so quickly without much thought. Hopefully Vic thought it was a good picture.

“Okay class, it’s time to go. Have fun in math!”

Kellin rolled his eyes at his homeroom teacher’s statement. He’d never have fun in math.

He got to his seat in his second class and put his things on the side of the compartment that Vic had cleared out for him. The fact that his desk mate did that every day made him smile. It was so sweet of him.

Kellin reached into the desk to admire how clear it was (since his desk was never like that) when he felt a piece of paper in the center. He smiled; he knew that this was a note intended for him, similar to what he’d done for Vic.

He pulled out the paper and unfolded it. Rather than just seeing his name, he was surprised to find an entire paragraph on the outside of the note written in neat handwriting:

Kellin, Thanks for the picture. It really made me happy. I wanted to give you something back so here’s this. I hope you like it. Thanks for being my friend and caring about my feelings. You’re really nice :)

Kellin couldn’t help the wide grin that found its way onto his face and stretched the corners of his mouth. It’s not that he’d never heard those words from anyone before, but for some reason those words meant more coming from Vic. Maybe it was because Vic didn’t have many (or any) friends, or maybe it was the fact he made Kellin feel different than his other friends did.

He made Kellin feel wanted when he himself thought he was annoying. Kellin knew he rambled and talked too fast for his own good; he knew he liked too many nerdy things that his friends would never be interested in. He knew it, but he also knew that Vic liked that about him. He always let Kellin talk and never interrupted him to tell him he was speaking too fast or too much. He was interested in all of the same nerdy things Kellin was. He was someone Kellin could talk to about the things he would never tell anyone else.

Kellin appreciated that about Vic and cherished the words on the page. He was going to leave the paper like that and put it away until he realized that there was more. He’d only unfolded half of the paper that was folded in fourths. So he opened the rest of the paper until the 8.5x11 sheet was at its original dimensions. What Kellin saw made his smile grow.

Vic had drawn his dream, the same dream he’d had the night before that put him in a good mood that day, although Kellin didn’t know that. He just saw himself riding through the sky on a Pidgeot next to his new friend. Light clouds and Pidgeys surrounded them in the sky while Petilil and Eldegoss followed them in the grass. The two boys were laughing as they interacted with the Pokémon, making Kellin want to laugh too.

Vic had obviously spent a lot of time and effort on the picture. Unlike the one Vic had received, this one was colored in with colored pencils: Vic’s art tool of choice. His parents had bought him the thirty-six pack, so he had different shades of blues, greens, and browns to add to Kellin’s gift. Kellin thought it was beautiful.

The blond boy folded the paper up against its original creases and put it in his folder. He couldn’t contain the smile on his face as he did so, or the overwhelming happiness that filled his heart when he thought about the kind words on the back of the picture.

Before Ms. Barnes began her math lesson, Kellin took out a sheet of paper and wrote his own note to Vic:

I’m glad you liked my picture. I really liked yours too! Thank you so much! You’re great at drawing and you’re really nice too. I’m glad we’re friends :)

He ripped the paper in half and folded the part with the note in half and put it on top of Vic’s things in the desk. He knew the boy would find it the next day when he went to get his materials.

Kellin only hoped that Vic would like his note and believe what he said. He meant every word of it; he was glad the two of them had become friends. He felt as if Vic was a missing piece in his life that he wasn’t aware he needed. Little did he know Vic was writing his own note to his desk mate expressing those same feelings and strengthening the foundation for a friendship they’d both thought was unlikely.

#Opposites Attract #Kellin Quinn #Vic Fuentes #Kellic #Kellic fanfiction #Kellic fanfic #Fanfic #Fanfiction #Pokémon

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snakeboistan · 4 years

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Flower Power

Karmagisa Flower Shop AU

“How do I passive-aggressively say f*** you in flower?”

Nagisa blinked. It was just an ordinary day at the flower shop he worked at; he opened the double doors and greeted his co-workers, tied his baby blue apron around his waist and started his shift. The morning was quite slow as they only had three customers: a frantic man desperately looking for an anniversary gift for his wife, a teenaged schoolgirl who wanted to cheer up her hospitalised best friend, and a young lady who was headed to her goddaughter’s birth. He was standing behind the counter, arranging the bouquet of lavender-coloured roses and alstroemeria when he walked in. Like a man on a warpath, this tall red headed stranger in a black blazer strode in like he owned the place, the sound of loud confident footsteps reverberated through the empty store as he made his way to the counter and slammed down two a thousand yen notes onto its surface, almost causing Nagisa to drop the posies of purple stock and purple statice in his hand in surprise.

“Um, excuse me?” oh right, he had a job to do.

“Oh sorry, sir,” Nagisa said, still completely perplexed by the events that had unfolded during the last minute. Why, out of all times, did Maehara decide to go to see ‘the cute barista with the most dazzling brown eyes that suck you in and most adorable antennae and beautiful smile that leaves me weak at the knees’ that worked at the coffee shop opposite them and Fuwa chose to work on her commissioned bouquet in the storage room in the back? “I just - um, excuse me - but do you think you could repeat what you just said, please?”

Mr Tall Stranger scoffed, “It’s one of my classmates’ birthday tomorrow and I positively hate the guy. He thinks that just because he got higher than me in midterms last week that he’s sooo much better than me - as if one point is such a difference. Well, the whole school positively adores him and since it’s our last year of High School, I thought it would be a kind gesture for me to put aside our differences and just give him a parting gift for the last birthday he’ll ever be able to spend with me.”

“By … giving him a floral arrangement that would be the equivalent of flipping him off?” Nagisa raised an eyebrow.

“Exactly,” the other replied brightly, “so can you do it? I swear I can pay extra if I need to. Trust me the look on Asano’s face would be worth every yen.”

“Well, I can see what I can do, sir.”

“Karma,” the young man said, “please don’t use any of that ‘sir’ business.”

“Sure, Karma.”

“Thank you, Nagisa.” If it weren’t for the fact that he was wearing a name tag, Nagisa would’ve jumped five feet in the air at the fact that Mr-Karma used his name. It certainly didn’t help that he was somewhat attractive with his sharp golden eyes, stylishly ruffled crimson locks, cocky smile and an aura that screamed confidence. Pushing down the feeling of interest that curled in his stomach and seemed to be targeted towards the other male, Nagisa put down the flowers in his hands and stated, “well, you could use geraniums, which symbolise stupidity, foxgloves, which symbolise insincerity, meadowsweet for uselessness, orange lilies for hatred and finally some yellow carnations.”

“Really,” Karma was grinning widely, placing his elbow on the countertop and resting his chin on the back of his hand, “and what do they mean.”

Nagisa smiled, “disappointment and disdain.”

Karma threw his head back and laughed (and no, the sound did not make Nagisa blush all right, no matter what those pesky store cameras said. Everyone knew that they weren’t working anyway), “that’s brilliant. You sure know your stuff, don’t you? I’m going to need to remember that for the next time I do a group project with Terasaka.”

“Consider it a gift,” Nagisa said, “I like reading and the language of flowers interested me.”

“Is that why you work here then.”

“Not really,” he didn’t know why he was explaining this all to a person he just met, but something about the dashing redhead made him feel … safe, in a way. He didn’t know why but the golden-eyed gaze captured him and drew him in and he wanted more, “I’m trying to save up for University and my own place once I graduate high school and this store pays really well for part-time work. You don’t have to know a lot about flowers to work here but I thought it would be a fun hobby to try to learn and I was curious so I taught myself all about it.”

“You must be really smart, to learn all of that,” Karma smiled, causing him to blush.

“Not really,” he replied sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck, “trust me I’m not. I’m kind of not doing well in school right now. At this rate, getting a 70 percent in maths would be nothing more than a miracle.”

Karma just hummed before saying, “I see. Well, any chance we could get started on my ‘F*** You, Asano’ birthday gift?”

“Which I assume is coming straight from the heart?”

“But of course,” Karma said solemnly, placing a hand over his heart and winking. Nagisa rolled his eyes, but the smile on his face betrayed his amusement, as he walked around the counter and began searching for the flowers required.

“So, what do you study in school?” Karma asked when Nagisa was gently pulling out a handful of coral coloured foxgloves.

“Hmm? Oh, just the usual, you know: Maths, Science, English. Oh, and also Psychology. You?”

“The same as you but Economics instead of Psychology, which, I’ve got to say is really interesting. Can you, like, read minds?”

“Unfortunately, no, I have not yet unlocked that skill,” Nagisa replied gravely with a shake of his head, “it appears that my dreams of becoming like Psyren and taking over the world by using mental waves are currently on hold.”

“‘Psyren’? Like the villain in the Sonic Ninja: A Soldier Returns comic?” Karma sounded impressed.

“You read Sonic Ninja?”

“Yeah, I got to admit I’m not too big on the movies though. The director they had for the last one was kind of terrible.”

“I thought it was alright,” Nagisa quipped back as he gathered all of the necessary plants and made his way back to the counter, “sure the special effects weren’t that great but the plot was good.”

“Eh,” Karma waved his hand down, “I still think that the villain only won because the plot called for it and not because he was necessarily skilled.”

“Are you kidding me?” Nagisa’s head was down as he wrapped the flowers but he was sure that the incredulity in his voice conveyed every emotion on his face, “he’s one of the most powerful characters in the franchise! He survived a literal nuclear bomb! He was able to create a forcefield so powerful it wiped out an entire village!”

“Yeah, but to say that he’s stronger than an entire army is just pushing it.”

“I suppose so. By the way, that would be two thousand yen, which you already gave me earlier. Would you like a card to sign?”

“Sure,” Karma shrugged, “I’ve got to show how much I mean this thoughtful gesture, you know.”

Nagisa laughed and handed him a card and pen so that Karma could write whatever it was he wanted to write.

“By the way,” Karma asked as he picked up the bouquet, “what would you suggest I get if I wanted to ask someone out?”

“Oh, umm, well. Roses are usually the go to, even if they might be a bit clichè. The best option would be to go for the person’s favourite flower but you have purple lilacs, which mean first love, pink camellias, which mean longing, and chrysanthemums, which mean long lasting love. Personally, I’d go for sunflowers, which mean loyalty and pure adoration, or forget-me-nots, which mean I’ll never forget you, but I think that that one’s pretty obvious.”

Karma hummed and nodded to himself before cheerily saying “goodbye” and leaving the store, ringing the bell as he went. Nagisa sighed and smiled.

“So what was that about?” Fuwa asked smugly from her place near the doorway of the storage room. Nagisa gasped and turned around in shock, not expecting her to be there.

“How long were you standing there?” Nagisa’s tone was accusing.

“Long enough to know that someone’s got a fan.”

“You’ve got it all wrong, he’s just a customer.”

“Mmhmm, keep telling yourself that ‘Gisa. I saw the way he was looking at you. It was pure shoujo manga with the flowers and the banter and the teasing.”

Nagisa rolled his eyes as Fuwa started to go on in another one of her tangents. He loved her, he really did, but he often wondered if she actually lived in the real world.

“What’s got her started?” Maehara asked later when he returned from his break.

“She thinks a customer is into me,” Nagisa replied, “which is stupid because I’m not really the type of guy a person asks out.”

“Ohohoho, that’s what you think, young one,” Fuwa wagged her finger, “the romantic tension between you two was so palpable I could almost taste it. And don’t deny it, you think he’s hot.”

Nagisa blushed, “I, well, I - I have eyes okay! It’s not like he’d be interested in me though. He might not even like guys that much.”

Maehara gave him a knowing look, “that’s what I thought about Isogai but guess who just got a date for next weekend?”

“Really?” Fuwa beamed and clapped her hands giddily, “Oh, you must tell me all about it.”

Nagisa just looked at his friends and sighed.

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The next day, when Nagisa turned up at his shift in the afternoon, there was a bouquet of sunflowers and forget-me-nots lying on the countertop. With his heart beating like a drum, he fiddled with the card that was attached to the ribbon that held them in place.

Hey Nagisa,

Heard that the new Sonic Ninja movie is coming out in a week, wanna go watch it together?

Here’s my number: xxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Karma

P.S: if you ever need help with maths, I’d be glad to lend some assistance ;)

P.P.S: the flowers were great!

#assassination classroom #my writing #karmagisa #shiota nagisa #nagisa shiota #akabane karma #karma akabane

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gild-and-fire · 4 years

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ggweek 2020: All About Rio

Tagged by the wonderful @inyoursheets and absurd @sothischickshe

Tagging (but no pressure!!) @fairhairedkings @missmaxime @briosgina @mrslackles

Questions from here and I think I added a read more?

Why do I personally like or dislike Rio? (I added this one for fun)

A few different elements of Good Girls drew me in (humor, acting, UST, etc) and I have been hyperfixated hooked since! And not to get too real on the main--jk imma bare it all out here on the internet--I found Good Girls in a time when I didn’t really have much independence or agency in my life. So, obviously, beth being a boss bitch and rio being straight-up unhinged definitely satiated me.

Specifically, other than the fact that he is very very handsome and i would give him my life savings if he just said the word “muhney”, I love that he takes calculated risks (ie any risk he takes on beth), has fun being a prick (“what’s up, you miss me?”, “it’s too good, ma”, “need another bathroom break?”, “we’re consolidating”), has amazing outfits (no further comment), uses his charisma to cajole and charm people into compliance (rip Gil & Lucy), and yeah i just think he’s neat

What are your headcanons about Rio’s and Mick’s relationship? Did they meet through crime? Are they lifelong friends?

OH definitely best buds for LIFE who met during crime and then like just trusted each other’s judgement. I think Demon follows orders without a second thought (which Rio loves), Rio laughs manically whenever Demon says something sassy or rude (which Demon loves), and they neither one takes life too seriously, ya know? They’re both just having a good time and appreciate that the other is on the same wavelength.

Now that’s what is probable. What isn’t probable BUT I want dearly??

Mick barbeques every other month and Rio brings Marcus everytime

Rio and Mick have matching tattoos on their ankles from a very fun night in Canada

They play basketball together and the winner rubs the victory in the other’s face for the rest of the week. Rio always dunks on Mick, but Mick is surprisingly agile and good at stealing (bc he’s not wearing a tiny leather jacket duh)

Mick has tried to set Rio up with his many cousins by bringing them to the bar “coincidentally” at the same time Rio is there

They text each other pictures of their food and share restaurant/food truck suggestions

What are Rio’s hobbies outside of work and Marcus? What do you think he’d get up to on a day with absolutely no responsibilities?

ART! ART! ART! I will not accept any answers except for boxing/basketball and art. That man’s apartment was wayyy to gorgeous, and have you seen his hands?? I can only imagine the things he can do with a paintbrush

What do you think Rio’s goals for the future are?

Total mayhem and destruction (at the Boland residence)

What do you think Rio is bad at (cooking, dancing, singing, etc.)? How come?

There’s NO way he’s good at singing, but i would bet everything i have that he is a good dancer. I mean,, I could stare at the way he walks allllll day.

Why do you think Rio is drawn to Beth? + Why do you think Rio didn’t kill Beth?

Before I joined the fandom, I really questioned why either one was attracted to the other, and oftentimes, I was convinced that they simply were using each other for selfish reasons and for the sake of manipulating the other. Now, I still believe that they use each for selfish business reasons, but that genuine feelings and interests have also developed since around 1.06 and it has been challenging for both ever since business and personal have mixed.

I think the fact that they are two sides of the same coin makes their attraction so delicious for a viewer, but I think that they are both distrustful individuals and thus are destined to always second guess the other’s motivation even if they are being genuine. It kinda reminds me of Epifanio and Camila’s marriage in Queen of the South: they love each other, but the clash of their individual ambitions make it difficult to trust each other.

But, back to the question lol. I think Rio is drawn to Beth and hasn’t killed her because he understands her, sees himself in her, and enjoys how she challenges him. Specifically, they are both motivated by the desire to provide for their kid(s) and their love for crime. Beth hustles hard, leverages her unfortunate situations into advantageous ones, and only trusts herself--I think the same can be said for Rio and that he admires these parts of Beth.

What are your headcanons about Rio’s family? Siblings? Parents? Lifestyle growing up?

This is a tough one bc I absolutely love the different OCs created for Rio’s family and I think it’s so fun to see his older sisters clown him on the daily. However, I’m inclined to think he has one older sister because he drinks his respect women juice and has STRONG younger sibling vibes (re: constantly causing trouble but always acquitted). In my limited experience, I think older siblings have to be more responsible, and Rio plays it a little more fast and loose.

I would also venture a guess that if he had a “stable”/”traditional” childhood, he likely wouldn’t have fallen into crime? I have a hard time placing what his parents and upbringing was like, because I only have my frame of reference and like who thinks that’s sound judgement lol. But I suppose that Manny’s own backstory would be a good starting point: he grew up in a rough area, has traditional grandparents (who likely supervised Rio when his parents were working/not home), and is hustling to move up in the world. I also think that he is someone who has come to discover and define his own style over time, but wasn’t able to when he was younger.

Do you think Rio’s been arrested before Beth got him arrested in 1.10? When, and what for?

MY bby? My “too smart for his own good”, “two-steps-ahead” bby??? ABSOLUTEL Y NOT i think the shutdown episode is such a good example of why not, and i think we know that beth is a BIG, glaring exception in his normal business dealings, so getting arrested doesn’t happen often, if ever

If Rio weren’t a crime boss, what jobs do you think he’d be good at? Why?

OK so I went back and forth on this one. Let me explain my thoughts

I think he is well-suited for being a PM in tech because it requires “disruption” and Rio definitely loves to disrupt things lol, and he is a natural leader who can motivate a team to follow his lead.

I DO not think that working at a consulting firm or law firm or something businessy like that would be up his alley bc its way too stuffy and too many rules (ethics & compliance training, what the fuck?) But Rio is also good at being a snake

Maybe a math teacher? Before you laugh, hear me out. He’s good with kids, he’s good at math, and we know he likes to give lessons!! (does he do it well? Idk but obviously beth was ready to shoot boomer in S2 and then taught Max in s3, so there’s that lol)

But yeah, I think an entrepreneur in tech is perf bc is requires a certain degree of rule-breaking, a certain degree of charisma, and strong math/science skills.

#ggweek2020 #rio #i love one (1) disastrous man #still monday over here!!#mine

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colawinston · 4 years

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♠︎ sodapop curtis and the vietnam war? let’s talk about that ♠︎

♠︎ due to me being an actual gremlin and having far too much knowledge about the vietnam war draft process, i’ve decided to go on a rampage about the idea / fact of sodapop curtis being drafted and sent off to vietnam to die. has this been done before? possibly! but i’m bored and have done far too much research to not share my own opinions. so, here we go: ♠︎

♠︎ i think there’s two things we have to talk about to start this off: sodapop’s age and the vietnam draft process.

♠︎ let’s start with soda’s age: the book’s events take place in the year 1965, and i’m not entirely sure what time of the year this takes place in, but that doesn’t exactly matter. what does matter is that ponyboy describes sodapop as ‘16, going on 17′, which i can only assume means that sodapop curtis was turning 17 in october of 1965. why is that important? only for the sole reason that he would have been 21 years old by december 1, 1969 — the date of the first lottery drawing of the vietnam war. sodapop was draft age, baby!

♠︎ and we can easily get into that and how the draft worked. to make it simple because i’m a lazy bitch, the draft process was a ‘randomly selected’ system. they took each date of the year, janurary 1st to december 31st (including the date february 29) and put each one in a little capsule in a bowl and drew them out one by one, assigning them numbers 1-366. september 14 was the first date drawn out of the bowl and given the number ‘001′. easy to understand. during this first draft process, the selective service system (which will be referred to as the SSS) called for men born from 1944 to 1950. this six year field really called for men who were 18 to 25. so, why does this whole draft process matter?

♠︎ i will tell you.

♠︎ because sodapop was born in 1948 (roughly, i think), he was in the category of men to be eligible to join the ranks and be shipped off into a war! but, sodapop’s number was not called in the 1969 lottery drawing. sodapop’s birthday, october 8, was drawn with a number of 283, and only men with the numbers 001 to 195 were called to serve in the united states military starting in 1970 (though they would have actually gone to get their physical to see if the army wanted them in february of 1970). no man with the number above 195 was called into service.

♠︎ now, you may say: “but kenz, what about those three years of drafts after the first one? couldn’t he have gotten called in then?” and I have an answer!

♠︎ from my understanding of how the sss worked the draft system years prior to the 1969 process, men within certain birth years were considered for the drawing. so what does that mean? ♠︎ it means that during the 1970 draft process, only men born in 1951 were called for service depending on when their number was drawn. like this: ♠︎ lottery of ‘70 — men born in ‘51 ♠︎ lottery of ‘71— men born in ‘52 ♠︎ lottery of ‘72 — men born in ‘53 ♠︎ which put’s sodapop out of the running for having his number called in any of these years, because let’s be honest, the u.s. military was looking for young, fit guys at all times but who isn’t

♠︎ as far as I know, men born prior to these years were not called.

♠︎ now, because i’m a freak and did some stupid math, i came up with who would have gone to vietnam. ♠︎ and oh boy did i have fun with this.

♠︎ we have six four other boys who were viable candidates for america’s lottery draft during 1969 — let’s see them and their ages (circa december 1, 1969) & birthdays; ♠︎ ponyboy curtis — july 22; would have been 18 ♠︎ darry curtis — january 5; would have been 24/25 ♠︎ steve randle — april 15; would have been 21 ♠︎ two-bit mathews — june 5; would have been 21

♠︎ all of them were eligible for the draft, but let’s check out their draft numbers for 1969 (here’s the chart) ; ♠︎ ponyboy curtis — #153 ♠︎ darry curtis — #101 ♠︎ steve randle — #273 ♠︎ two-bit mathews — #028

♠︎ so, according to these fine and dandy numbers, ponyboy, darry, and two-bit mathews would have been called for the draft. tbh darry would have gone bc he was already a hunk of muscle sorry

♠︎ so, in conclusion, steve randle and sodapop curtis would have been the only two of the gang to have not gone to vietnam but they would have had to watch their friends/brothers be shipped off. thank you for coming to my tedtalk :) s.e. hinton can suck my ass ♠︎

♠︎ also this was not meant to debunk anyone’s headcanons or fics i’m just a freak ♠︎

#the outsiders #sodapop curtis #ponyboy curtis #steve randle #darry curtis #two-bit mathews #sorry im this way #this was stupid but i got heated #i should probably put my sources #but this isn't an essay

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dragonnan · 4 years

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fanfic tag game

I was tagged by @disappearinginq- these are the absolute best fun!

Questions:

Ao3 Name: dragonnan (same as everywhere: Psychfic, FFN, etc)

Fandoms: *cracks knuckles* You want, like, ALL of them?? Welp I’m obsessively listy so here we go:

Currently writing fic for:

Sherlock

MCU

Psych

In the recent past wrote fic for (and may again as there are WIPs remaining):

SPN

HTTYD

Simon & Simon (as part of a crossover)

Lucifer

Wrote fics years ago but probably won’t write more:

Monk

Star Trek Voyager

Big O (as part of a crossover)

Wrote 1 or 2 fics but probably won’t write more:

Cowboy Bebop

Inuyasha

Lethal Weapon

Invisible Man (2001)

X Files

Quantum Leap

Fullmetal Alchemist

Haven’t published any fics yet but have (or had) ideas:

Doctor Who (specifically 10 and 11)

Burn Notice

Psych

Beauty and the Beast (1980′s series)

Moonlight

In Plain Sight

Star Wars

Haven’t had ideas but I love the fandom and may someday write fic:

Prodigal Son

Star Trek (TNG primarily)

MacGyver (1980′s)

Number of fics: Ummm.... It’s a little hard actually to parse that as some of my stories are posted as larger collections so let’s see what I can do...

Psych: 168 (give or take)

Sherlock: 8

MCU: 19

Other: 29

Total: 224

1. Fic you spent the most time on: Can I even remember anymore? I suppose Where There is Wailing and Gnashing of Teeth (Psych) which I think took me over 5 years to complete. However, I wasn’t straight writing that entire time so not certain if it specifically qualifies? Another contender is The Tiger and the Shark (Sherlock) which I posted pretty consistently and took about 2 years.

2. Fic you spent the least time on: I’m not counting those 100 word challenge fics cause, please. I think the least amount of time I spent on truly legit stories would be one of these possibilities (cause fuck if I know for sure): Wibble Wobble Wibble Wobble To and Fro (Psych), A Good Heart (Psych), Making the Cut With a Squeeze of Lemon (Psych)

3. Longest Fic: Where There is Wailing and Gnashing of Teeth (Psych) 104,522

4. Shortest Fic: Promises to the Dead (again, not counting 100 word challenge fics), This Week on Psychfic - 280 words

5. Most hits: Just Pieces; Passion, Pain, & Parody (Psych fic collection. Does that count?)

6. Most kudos: All Nighter (Psych)

7. Most comment threads/ reviews: Standing from Falling (Psych) 352 Reviews

8. Fave Fic you wrote: Ooohh screw this question! Staawwwp!!! I can’t just pick A favorite but I gueeeesss I could narrow it to a few which out of over 200 damn stories you should be grateful I can narrow it down that much (of COURSE I love my own writing - that’s why I do it!). I’ll also only include completed works: Psych - Suffer the Night, I Would Do Anything for Love; Even That, You Give Me Fever MCU - Just Another Day in New York, Did You Make it to the Milky Way to See the Lights all Faded, Simple Math Sherlock: The Tiger and the Shark, A Russian, Two Spies, and an Elephant

9. Fic you want to rewrite/expand on: The Tiger and the Shark (expand) Fury (Psych) - rewrite

10. Share a bit of your WIP or share a story idea that you’re planning: How about both?

Untitled Iron Dad and Spider Son fic:

It started with sand. Benign. Sorta... tan... Fucking sand and yet there he was, trembling like he'd just spent the last two hours in subzero temps wearing nothing more than a speedo and a grin.

"Mr. Stark?"

Tony gulped; curling his toes before looking up at the young man across from him... who was wearing an expression that mirrored the anxiety thumping in Tony's chest. "Hey... you okay, Kid?"

Peter shrugged - his long fingers clenching and stretching. "Y-yeah. Sure! I mean..." he swallowed, "not like anything bad happens at the beach, right?"

Tony tapped his teeth around his lower lip. "It's just sand..." Not like sand ever hurt anyone...

Why were they there again? Oh right; facing demons. Because that shit never backfired.

The ocean was calm that afternoon. Behind them the sounds of the pier carried with shrill laughter and the cacophony of vendors, shrieking children, and seagulls. Lots of seagulls - drawn to the scent of funnel cakes and french fries dominating the blend of scents that normally drew Tony, as well, but currently just twisted the pool of nausea threatening his pride.

Peter drew his focus back with a sharply drawn breath. Then another. Wind flicked the curls that had been pasted to his forehead with sweat. Tony pushing his feet through the hot sand - too hot - a decade later and he still couldn't stand the feel of hot grains... until he stood alongside the kid. Not looking away from the reflection of sunlight on water he nudged his elbow against Peter's arm. "Not so bad during the day, yeah?"

Peter blinked rapidly - making something like a smile. "No, yeah... way better." he nodded - looking about as convinced as Pepper would be at the prospect of birthing octuplets.

Tony pushed his glasses back up to the bridge of his nose. The most expensive shades on the planet and he still hadn't managed to stop them slipping down when he sweated. He cupped his left elbow in his right hand and watched the para-sailors and jet skiis and swimmers splashing in the low waves. No surfers; not that day.

He wouldn't have been there if not for Pete. Kid's idea. Apparently therapy was the new heroin. Better come down, he supposed. Even at that he'd tried for distraction, first. Tony was nothing if not the Grand Master of distractibility. Offered everything from a road trip along the East Coast to helping the kid build a personal bot (who was he kidding, he planned both as a graduation present). And, yet, here there were. Revisiting trauma because what better way to spend a Saturday?

Story Idea - Doctor Who/ Doctor Strange crossover:

Plot: Stephen encounters a woman in a parallel world – a world protected, not by a Sorcerer Supreme, but by a man known only as “The Doctor”. He soon finds out that this Doctor is unique among the worlds he's explored. For all he has seen - all the beings he’s encountered, he has never met a woman with such energy coiled within the depth of her brain as the ordinary, redheaded woman he bumps into walking through a parallel London. In fact, so powerful are the forces within her that he is immediately struck with a chaos of discordant images – of giant wasps and singing squid-like beings and screeching salt shakers and before he can even begin to understand it a face – eyes furious and dark – glaring from a raging fire. “GET OUT! THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING! GET OUT, NOW, WHILE YOU STILL HAVE A CHANCE!”

Stephen figures out that Donna is slowly being consumed by the Time Lord energies locked inside her. The Doctor may have barred her memory but it still seeps through – with each exposure weakening the walls even more. Eventually, it will consume her.

This is not something he can fix alone, however. He will need to track down the man who first created those mental blocks and left Donna behind to slowly go insane. The Doctor.

Tagged: @sgam76 @silentsaebyeok @kitcat992 @mizjoely @villaniouslyawesome @itsjustdg @hanuko @jennberry1984

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justjessame · 4 years

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Put Me In Coach 7

After saying good night to my parents, who were surprisingly quiet and accepting about me wanting to ‘spend some time with Mr. Negan alone’ (I gag at the very nonsense of calling him that, but I’d kill to say ‘sir’ see his fists clench and my mom take note.), we got into his car and headed over. I had wanted to take my OWN car, but something in the way he’d looked at me told me that there was a motive behind the madness.

I had just buckled myself in, Negan beside me when I had to ask. “Why one car?” I watched him keep his focus straight ahead. Fuck. “Negan, why only one car?”

He sighed. “Your mother wanted to make sure that I would bring you home tonight.” He answered, side eyeing me. “Two cars meant, in her mind, that you’d fake out and call in a sleepover with Eric,” I saw his eyebrow raise at the theory that even a sleepover with Eric was better than one with him, “or Mary.”

Shit. It had been on my mind. Pack a bag, rush downstairs, tell Mom and Dad that after Negan’s I’d just hop over to Mary’s since it was further away and stay there. I even had the perfect reasoning for it. Mary lived closer to Negan’s. Damn that woman and her ability to close loopholes. That must have been why, when I’d moved to grab a bag, Negan had stopped me. Damn fuck shit.

“Ugh.” I groaned. And then I pouted. I wanted a FULL night with him. What’s the point of them knowing, if I was still being treated like a child. “I’m an adult, Negan, this is stupid.”

“You’re an adult, but you’re still their little girl, Amara.” He reached over to take my hand as he drove us to his place. “There’s a silver lining.” I glanced over at him and saw him shooting me a look with a grin. “This stipulation is ONLY until you walk across the stage and get your diploma.” I felt a smile tug at my lips. “If you hadn’t zoned out during dinner, you might have already known all that.” He rolled his eyes and I snorted.

“I’ve lived through more dinners with my parents than you’ll ever have to worry about, Negan.” I linked our fingers. “Trust me, you’ll zone out soon enough around them at dinnertime.” I smiled and brought his hand to my mouth to kiss his knuckles. “Besides, I was doing math. That should count for something.”

He laughed and I caught his eye again. “You were thinking dirty thoughts, princess.” I nodded and bit my lip. “I can’t wait to get you home.”

“Me fucking either.”

Negan barely got the door closed before I was wrapped in his arms. “Now we’re in MY house, princess.” That clench of lust in my stomach hit and his mouth was on mine. Kissing Negan was almost enough to get me over the first hurdle of pleasure, ALMOST. “I think I made a promise in your room,” his breath fanned my lips. Another tightening. “Come here.” And then he was pulling me through his apartment to the bedroom.

He flicked the light switch and adjusted the light to the dimness he wanted. When his eyes met mine again, I was suddenly incredibly appreciative of the fact that we had the privacy his place afforded us. My room would have been a terrible idea, because when his fingertips met my skin, I couldn’t hold back any of the sounds that fought for freedom out of my mouth. And, when we finally came together, naked and on his completely decadent bed, over and over, I realized that I’d be counting down the days to graduation with more fervor than I’d ever considered before.

The countdown began in earnest. Eric and Mary eyeballing me as Prom drew near. Like I was going to try that shit again.

“No.” I bit out, turning up my nose at Eric’s offer of a handful of his disgusting pickle flavored chips. “Does everything you put in your fucking mouth have to have phallic connotations?” He was grinning at me as he tossed one in his open mouth and made an indecent moan. “Ugh. Gross.”

“Was the ‘no’ for the chips, or because I asked if you wanted us to save you a seat in our limo?” Mary grinned, knowing my head was going to explode if I had to be asked this stupid fucking question one more time.

“Both.” I snapped, taking a drink of juice. “You both know that I’ve had my fucking fill of dances at this fucking hellhole.” They snickered. “And NO I don’t care that Prom,” I rolled my eyes and practically spit out the word, “is happening at the country club. I don’t go to THAT hellhole when Mom and Dad beg, why would I willingly go for this?”

“Didn’t Coach ask you?” Eric asked, putting on a pout. I glared at him. “Ah, come on, Amara, it’s NOT like you’re an ADULT or something.” He rolled his eyes. “I don’t fucking see what the big fucking deal is. Your parents know, they condone it,” I snorted. “OK, so they won’t let you have raunchy sleepovers with Coach Big Dick, but they aren’t having his ass arrested for ‘grooming you’.” I bit my lip wishing I hadn’t told his sorry ass about that. “Why can’t you fucking come?”

“I don’t think her ‘fucking cumming’ is an issue,” Mary offered with her own evil grin. “I mean, have you seen her AFTER she ‘updates his grade book’?” Shit, they were gonna kill me. “I kind of want to find a grade book of my own to update.” Dear fucking God. I laughed in spite of myself. “I’m not sure Coach wants to spend another night at ANOTHER school dance. He looked like murdering the entire group of kids was on his mind, when it wasn’t laser focused on killing Joe.”

I sighed at the memory of that night and the two weeks that led up to it. “How is Joe?” I asked, shooting Mary a look.

“Big and pea brained.” She offered with a shrug. “He was a ‘fun’ distraction.” Mary offered me a loaded look. “Not repeatable.” Yeah, that was Joe.

“Didn’t think you’d take him to the Prom.” I offered, and she grinned. “Steven is still on Eric’s menu, I see.”

“Hush, whore,” he grinned at me, licking his fingers of the salty dill flavor that I could smell from my seat. Blah. “Steven and I are fated.” I raised an eyebrow. “What? I can do monogamy.”

“You can do a lot of fucking things, Eric, but why settle down so quick?” I asked, and realized that they both shot me a look. Pot meet kettle. Shit. “What I’m doing with-”

Eric was watching me with amusement. “Yeah, what you’re doing with dot dot dot,” he grinned, “is planning for the future. I’m not fucking saying Steven and I are necessarily end game, but he’s Mr. Right For Now.” He winked at me and I shook my head. “Did you ever read the note?” He glanced down to pick up his soda, looking uncomfortable.

“Yeah.” I breathed. I had read Negan’s note that had come with my jewelry and it had made it much easier to face Mom. Even if I had wanted to eventually, having read what he’d written had made it simple. When she jumped to the assumption that he was some creep who molded me into his perfect sex kitten, I knew that wasn’t nearly what Negan and I had. Not a tiny shred of what we were to one another had to do with him making me into what he wanted. Because in that letter he’d told me that I was already everything he could wish for. That I was IT. That he was done for with me.

“Can’t give you shit for that, not after knowing that he thinks all that about you.” Eric smiled, and took my hand. “Jealous as shit that you get to be on the receiving end of-”

“His hand, his mouth, his fucking cock.” Mary nearly moaned, lightening the mood. “Yeah, we KNOW, Eric.” She grinned and took my other hand. “We’re both green with envy, you bitch.”

Prom came and went. Negan and I went to the drive-in and got pizza on the way back to his place. We managed to eat, and we also managed to take full advantage of an entire evening without interruption. Because, even when we managed to find time, my best friends and parents managed to interrupt. Texts, calls, I was almost amazed that none of them had followed me to his place and knocked on the door. Eric and Mary wanted to double check dates for different finals. Pretty sure Mom just wanted to cock block both of us. In the end, Prom marked an end to Mary and Eric’s need for reminders. We were done. Classes over. We had our caps and gowns. We’d taken our class picture for the yearbook. Now, we only had graduation to get through.

I should have been focused on walking across the stage to get my diploma and get the accolades for my accomplishments, but mostly I was focused on the night that would follow. Negan and me, together for the entire night. We’d never slept in the same bed. Napping after sex didn’t count, not really. And showering, a hot flash of heat ran straight through me at the thought of Negan wet and naked. Fuck.

“Princess?” His voice drew me back to the pizza dinner in front of me. “Sweetheart, you just made that noise again.” Deep, raw, and needy. That's how his voice sounded. I bit my lip and his eyes were drawn to the movement. “What made you make that noise?” He went back to studying my full face.

“Pizza?” I offered, hoping for a second to calm now the almost overwhelming heat that was still burning through me.

He shook his head, fuck he looked like a hunter. “Don’t think so.” I waited. “You haven’t taken a bite of your slice, Amara.” Oh, fuck. “What idea just ran through that overactive brain of yours, honey?”

Damn it, I felt like I’d been running a fucking marathon I was so fucking thirsty. “Graduation night.” His eyes flashed and I saw his hand fist his napkin. “And-” I stopped and took a breath to still the raging horniness that was risking to take over my entire body and force me to crawl across the fucking table to tackle him. “I was thinking about the stuff we haven’t done. As a couple.”

Negan tilted his head and waited. Fuck. Teacher mode, twelve o’clock.

“We’ve never actually slept in the same bed.” I offered, and he squinted, knowing that passing out wouldn’t have me making THAT noise. “And,” I licked my lip at the mere thought of his body dripping with water. “Showering.”

That’s all it took. I thanked God he’d put the pizza box on that bar of his, because the paper plates that held my slice and what had been left of his were swept onto the floor, unopened cans of soda, gone. And then I was on the fucking table and he was devouring me.

#coach negan x student #negan x ofc #The Walking Dead #Smut

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imagine-a-killingharmony · 5 years

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(V3 Boys) Embrassing Alibi

How would the V3 Boys react their s/o lying about their alibi in a class trial and they think that their s/o might be the blackened, until their s/o reveals their true alibi, they’ve saw the boys doing embarrassing while alone during the murder and their s/o was hiding when they saw that?

Eh? Me? Finally growing the balls to do this request after what... ten whole days? Etc? More? Well! More likely than you’d expect! (I don’t have much of an excuse other than math being a pain, nyeh... alongside... roleplay stuff, fun fact- Mod Shumai does that.)

But let’s end this hell cycle...! Once and for all!

Kiibo

Kiibo didn’t want to believe it... of all people it couldn’t have been you who committed the crime, he placed his trust in you- his belief that you would both make it out... together! But with the way Rantaro stylishly pointed the evidence that pointed out you could have been the mastermind his heart sunk by each passing moment...

That is until you finally spoke up, avoiding his eyes he was certain it be the end, but... what instead came out of your mouth are words he’ll never forget.

“... I... I was... watching Kiibo in his room, I was already in the room... I hid in the closet because I didn’t think he be there so soon... you know those... “Power Rangers” well... he was impersonating them, with the poses and everything... “Super-Robot Kiibo”... or... so I think.”

Then all eyes turned to him, his systems began to overheat- if he had tear ducts he would be crying out of pure shame and embarrassment.

“THIS IS ROBOPHOBIA! D-DON’T LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT! SO- SO WHAT IF I ENJOY SOME CARTOON MIU INTRODUCED TO ME....?! T-THAT DOESN’t MEAN YOU CAN JUST LOOK AT ME LIKE THAT!!”

“DON’T DRAG ME INTO THIS YOU- FUCKIN’- SHIT FOR BRAINS!”

At least you cleared yourself for suspicion, right?

Shuichi Saihara

You didn’t have an alibi, Shuichi felt his heart sink as soon as he realized this... but what he hated was how this was the class trial... belief in others, was nothing more than a weight he have to push through... he needed to find the truth.

... He begged you, no matter how terrible it was to admit the sight you saw- the alibi that concluded you weren’t the killer so he wouldn’t have to lose you.

You uttered words that made him... regret his words. “When... I tried to come to your dorm room Shuichi... I found you holding onto that “Helping Yachi” toy and sobbing... and... yelling a bunch of... things... “Why are we stuck here...?” “Boohoo... Kokichi’s so mean...!” Stuff... like that.”

All that he heard after it all was the coo from some of the students who found it cute, but the feafening laughter of students like Kokichi- who teased him about this his... alibi.

S... So what? He just has to vent to some people too, y’know! D-Don’t judge him like that!

Ryoma Hoshi

Ryoma knew it was a possibility, you being the killer... course he did, he just didn’t want to accept it... he... liked you, more than the others... you... understand him.

... He didn’t want to believe you were the killer so he remained silent, but after a declaration like that in the last ditch effort to finally prove your evidence... even his poker-face broke.

“... I... I-I was just... I-I was watching Ryoma snuggle against his pillow in his sleep- mumbling about... wait... “jeez... if ya’ wanted to muzzle against me all ya’ had to do was ask, yare yare.” I-It was just- TOO cute?! O-Okay?! I-I didn’t want to admit it because he would actually kill me-?!”

The courtroom drew to silence, the only sound being heard being the crack that came from Ryoma slamming his stand, pushing his hat down- and feeling his soul perish.

“We don’t talk about this, ever again.”

Kaito Momota

Doubt you? Do you really believe Kaito Momota would ever doubt you, it’s just impossible even... if you didn’t have an alibi, or so it seemed he fight for your innocence no matter what!

“S/O! If you have an alibi- don’t hold it back, just tell them and prove your innocence already ya’ dummy!” Oh... the way you looked at him, he should’ve known... should’ve known that was a bade choice.

“... I... I... well... Kaito... I-I um... was already in your room, you just... didn’t notice me... I was gonna announce myself... but then you started to slick your hair back with that hairspray of yours and... and made it like Shuichi’s before shouting: “NO THAT’S WRONG” at the window a bunch... I-I snuck out and...-“

“Wait... you make your hair like that... PURPOSELY Kaito?!”

“O-OF COURSE I- WAIT WHY IS THAT WHAT WE’RE FOCUSIN’ ON?!”

Rantaro Amami

Survive.

That’s it, that’s... what he has to do, it’s his goal in this killing game to survive so whatever things he has to do to... live have to be done, he didn’t want to believe it was you... but you just wouldn’t... you were suspicious... he wasn’t... sure if you were or weren’t the killer... he begged for you to tell them all your alibi... you finally snapped.

“... I... Rantaro... I’m so sorry... When I came by... you were already in your bathroom... doing your... eyelashes... a-and I didn’t know what to do besides watch... I-I’m sorry I had to figure out you had fake eyelashes this way... but I guess that explains why you had... ink in your tears the last class trial.”

“HIS EYELASHES ARE FAKE! I KNEW IT!” “JUST AS ATUA FORTOLD! YOU OWE ME TEN BUCKS MIU.” “Nyeh... I knew it... his eyelashes are fake, not like my magic...”

“(S/O)... I was supposed to die with that secret, how could you?” Sarcasm drilled out of his voice, but honestly... he was just glad that... you had an alibi, you weren’t the killer! So what if he was called out?

Gonta Gokuhara

Gonta didn’t want to believe S/O was the killer... you were better than that, kind, gentle, compassionate towards Gonta... how could you do something so awful and despicable? He just didn’t understand...

... Especially with how you suddenly started asking Gonta for forgiveness mid-trial... why would you do that?

“... I... I-I was hiding in Gonta’s dorm... I wanted to surprise him, y-y’know? As a gift... I-I has a gift... I didn’t mean to... I-Iiiiiii didn’t mean to... walk in on... Gonta... Oh... GOD Gonta... W-Working... on those compliments... YOU WERE DOING A GREAT JOB... JUST...”

“... Oh! You mean the “pick-up-line” Gonta learned from Miu? Oh’ wait! That truly does mean... that you are innocent!”

Despite that... you still made another choked out sob at the end of it... Gonta doesn’t know why!

Kokichi Ouma

Kokichi didn’t care you were suspicious! So what? You were the killer, you’d die... then time go on! He didn’t give any care to it, it happened to the best of us.

... You hated that attitude of his, he hated your attitude of refusing to tell your alibi for “his sake” or whatever, so why not? Let’s just throw you to the fishies, or maybe you can burn!

“... Kokichi? I was... going to... visit you? Yet... never did? Well, I did, was under the bed to give you a taste of your own medicine but then you started to ramble... you should know what it was about, I’ll disclose nothing else.”

“Oh... Oh my god, you were there when I was... was rambling about... about... the UNMENTIONABLE THINGS that shall NOT be brought up?”

“You mean about how jealous you were about Kaito for having more friends than you, somehow?”

“I TRUSTED YOU.”

Korekiyo Shinguuji

He observed that was the type of person that Korekiyo was... but even he was starting to work up a sweat at this trial...you were clearly being suspected, he... tried his best to remain calm...

The embodiment of it... you glanced in his direction, odd, you asked if you had permission to say your alibi... the one you refused to tell? Well of course he gave you permission... only for him to realize why you asked.

“... I was in Korekiyo’s room... I’m... sorry for ruining the surprise... you were setting up for me, Kiyo... y’know the one with... with the...”

“...”

“Rope.”

... Oh shit you found out his murder plan!

“Oh my god! Korekiyo Shinguuji- your the killer!”

Ah, how embrassing... he was found out for being the true killer.

#mod shuichi #mod shumai #ndrv3 imagines #ndrv3 x reader #kokichi ouma #shuichi saihara #kiibo #rantaro amami #ryoma hoshi #kaito momota #gonta gokuhara #korekiyo shinguuji

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To Reach A Journey’s End- 3

Authors’ note: Hello again!! This chapter has taken a while as I have been traveling the last few weeks, and its hard to collaborate when one of you is out of commission lol, so I've been making life difficult for my wonderful coauthor @ace--writes. But regardless, here is chapter three, and it’s!! a big one folks!! there’s a lot going on here

as always we’re not Americans, or a range of other things really, so if we mess up please let us know so we can get on fixing that! Anygay, hope you enjoy

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: eventual LAMP, background Remy/Emile

Warnings: Anxious thoughts, low key anxiety attack, food mention, please let us know if we missed any!

Words: 5056

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1| Chapter 2| or read it on AO3 if that is more your style

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The most positive thing that Virgil could say about the rest of his day was that it passed. It didn’t pass quickly, or easily, but it did at least pass.

Logan’s company, as he was now one of the few people Virgil could say that he liked, meant that Science wasn’t the worst thing in the world. The teacher, however, certainly seemed to be trying to make it that way. Virgil could firmly say that he did not like her. How could he, when she had assigned seats. It didn’t matter how well he got along with Logan- He could turn out to be his closest friend for the rest of his life, AND the best man at his wedding- he would still hold a grudge against her.

It didn’t seem like he was alone in this opinion either if the scowls from the other students through the lesson were anything to go by. Not that he saw many of these, seated so much closer to the front than he usually was. But when he twisted in his seat to see what Patton was doing, which was more often than he’d like to admit if Logan’s curious gaze was anything to go by, he could spot more than a few.

The things they were learning weren’t actually that bad, in fact, had anyone else been teaching he might have actually enjoyed the topic, but he couldn’t find it in himself interested at all based partly on his grudge and partly on the separation anxiety he wouldn’t admit he had.

He was incredibly grateful, to leave science in favour of Maths, another class that he still wasn’t particularly fond of, but one where seats were not assigned and where it wouldn't have mattered if they were anyway, considering he didn’t actually have any friends there.

So Virgil sat alone, writing notes, and paying more attention to the scribbles he drew inside the margins of his book than the actual content. That was until halfway through when he remembered this was his last year and exams were a thing he had to worry about. After that, he tuned in for approximately half the lesson and still didn’t learn much.

Soon after the mild disaster that was his attempt at being studious he was finally free and on his way home. He said his goodbyes to Patton, where they parted ways at the front entrance, as Patton rushed off to do whatever he needed to, to look after his siblings, and Virgil started the walk home.

As always, he was home alone for about an hour after school before Emile came rushing in with equally rapid apologies and about four different shows and movies on his mind from work that day.

Luckily, today one of those shows was one that Virgil had already seen. Stranger Things if you must know- so he could put it on and only give it half his attention as he didn’t do the things he was supposed to, like homework, in favour of things he shouldn’t be doing, like Tumblr. It was a pretty good system for them, which they often fell into during the school term. It meant Virgil didn’t have to spend all the time talking and had an opportunity to recharge, and also that Emile got to spend time with him while also doing something ‘productive’. (Emile’s standards for productivity, in Virgil’s opinion, were at least a little skewed. Although his weren’t exactly better.)

They had made it through two episodes, including pauses for theories and reactions from Emile, and barely contained amusement from Virgil, as he had already seen the whole thing, before Remy returned.

“Hey babes!” Remy called along with the slamming of a door, as dramatic as ever, “I’m home!”

“We’re in the living room, sweetheart!” Emile called back.

He turned down the TV, but didn’t pause it, knowing that Remy would be in shortly to join them anyway.

They could hear him dumping groceries with just a bit more fuss than necessary, before he walked into the room and plopped straight into Emile’s lap. Emile smiled brightly, wrapping his arms around Remy and kissing his cheek.

Virgil looked at them out of the corner of his eye and faked a gag. Though the mushiness of their relationship could be embarrassing at times (especially with Patton over), Virgil always liked seeing his parents in love, he just wouldn't let them know that. Well, he would, just not on a day to day basis. Sappy was not his default setting, and never would be. There were at least three stages of ‘emotional unpacking’ before he’d come anywhere close to that. And yes, before you ask, Emile and Patton are in fact the only people that have ever managed this.

“Alright,” He said after their cutesy affection and whispered whatever's got too much for him to stand with only an eye role to defend himself, “Are we having dinner or what?”

“Well Virgil,” Remy said, with a signature smirk, “Your father happens to be a snack, so I think I’m set.”

“Oh god, I did NOT need to hear that, thanks dad. Time for me to go wash my ears out I guess,” Virgil said, almost choking on the words

Emile had the decency to be embarrassed, which only landed his face in the crook of Remy’s shoulder. Remy, on the other hand, just continued to sit there and grin.

Virgil rolled his eyes at them yet again, but the smile crept onto his face anyway.

It’s a candid moment, like one you would see on TV or someones Instagram. It’s a pity it doesn't last, as a very familiar voice creeps into Virgil’s head.

What the hell would you do without them?

Virgil’s breath caught, and his smile faltered. What would he do without them? After all, he would be without them… eventually. He’d be moving out soon enough if he went away for college, and the risk of either of them being hit by a car as they came home from work was astronomical. And regardless of right now, one day they would get older...

“Virgil,” Remy said firmly, suddenly he was in front of Virgil. When did he get there? “Virgil, babe, listen to me.”

“Virgil,” Emile was there too, When did they get up? “Virgil, honey, what colour are my eyes?”

Virgil looked up properly, though his vision was blurry. When did that happen? “Uh,” He paused, “Green.”

“Good,” Remy said, pushing his sunglasses on top of his head, “And mine?”

Virgil blinked and frowned in concentration. What colour were Remy’s eyes? Were they brown or amber? Virgil squinted, and his vision cleared, “Amber,” He decided.

“You’re sure?”

He was quiet for a moment before nodding, “Yeah, definitely.”

Remy nodded, leaning back on the coffee table. Emile was kneeling next to Virgil’s armchair.

“You wanna tell us what got you going in there?” Emile asked softly, a slight frown pulling on his mouth.

“Just, uh… just questions and, kinda... Inevitabilities. No big… it’s not really a problem.”

Emile gave a small, proud grin at Virgil’s catch, before it settled back into concern, “Can you tell me about it anyway?”

Virgil paused, before throwing his head back with a groan, “Fine, whatever. I was just… I was thinking about what was going to happen when I… When I move out.”

“Oh, you’ll have a grand time!” Emile assured with a bright smile.

Remy nodded in agreement, “You’ll have too much fun to remember your poor old dads.”

Virgil knew they were trying to lighten the mood, but he wasn’t as amused. He didn’t like the idea of not remembering them, or even not being here. It felt like the worst nightmare he could ever envision. Even if that wasn’t what they meant at all.

Emile caught on to that, “Sweetie, it’ll be good for you. I promise. It’ll be like spreading your wings. And if you’re ever overwhelmed, we’re only a phone call away. And like we said before, if you really don’t think you’re ready to go away, the local college is still an option.”

“You don’t have to worry about that yet though,” Remy assured, “You have Senior Year still cushioning you from the big scary world.”

“And us,” Emile added quickly, “You’ll always have us.”

“But what if I don’t!” Virgil exclaimed, standing up, which was slightly difficult considering their position, and beginning to pace, which immediately set a spike of worry through his dads.

“What if your room gets hit by a car tonight?”

“Virgil, babe,” Remy said firmly, “We sleep on the second floor-”

“A plane then! What if some madman comes after you? What if I fuck something up so bad you realise that you never wanted me anyway? What if some bastard puts a curse on you both to forget all about me, and I’ll be stuck on the streets!”

Emile stood up and quickly gathered Virgil in a soft hug. If he wanted to, he could get out easily, but he could just as easily sink into the hug… it was so easy, that he didn’t even realise he’d done it.

“We aren’t going to leave you, Virgil,” Emile assured, the ‘not like that, not like they did,’ wasn’t said verbatim, but what he said instead meant the same, “We would never leave you, no matter how badly you messed up, no matter where you go, no matter what happens. We’re here for you, ok?”

“Ok.”

Emile hugged Virgil until he was ready to back away, and Remy ruffled his hair, a fond grin decorating his face.

They knew how best to deal with the aftermath of these kinds of attacks, for Virgil specifically, at this point, so after a few more minutes of overly affectionate coddling, they left him in his chair to start on dinner.

After that, there was quiet in the living room. He could hear the sounds of them in the other room, and Emile would step back in to check on him every so often, but he was allowed to recover without being blocked in, the way he preferred. And the soft sounds of banter and cooking and the smell from the other room was enough to keep the quiet comforting instead of oppressive.

Dinner was a quieter affair than normal, or rather, softer. It was like Virgil was now labelled “fragile, handle with care” and their conversation was wrapped in bubble wrap. He couldn’t decide whether he liked it. Some days he wished that they’d just pretend nothing had happened, and some days he was very grateful for their concern. He couldn’t figure out what day today was.

All he really felt was tense, and tired. But that was how he usually felt, so why complain now?

“So,” Emile said eventually, “How was your first day back at school?”

Virgil almost groaned, but answered anyway “Fine.”

“Meet any cuties?” Remy asked, lounging back in his chair with a smirk.

“It’s his last year, Rem, the chance of him not knowing people in his year, or new people joining isn’t exactly high,” Emile said, giving Virgil a fantastic out.

“Yeah, babe, that might be true of most kids, but this is Virgil, the chances he hasn’t talked to someone is like, significantly larger,” Remy said, his tone lightly teasing.

“Well, you might have a point with that one…”

“So, Virgil, darling, repeat question- Meet anyone cute?”

“Let me think,” He said sarcastically while he kept eating.

Remy groaned, “Come on! Work with me here babe!”

“Remy,” Emile scolded good-naturedly, a fond smile betraying the only half stern tone.

Virgil smiled cockily, sticking his tongue out at his father. Remy leaned further back, mock offence written across his features. Emile chuckled fondly, shaking his head at their antics.

He took a moment, so that Remy was distracted with dinner again before he gave an actual answer.

“I… well, met isn’t exactly the right word, for either of them. That kind of implies an interaction that goes ‘hi my name is Virgil nice to meet you’ and ‘hi Virgil I’m x’ and then you like, talk. Which happened with neither of them.”

“Neither? That implies that there was more than one!” Emile turned to Remy suddenly, a far too excited smile on his face, “Honey, did you hear? A miracle occurred today!”

Virgil glared, “Do you want me to tell you or not?”

Emile leaned forward, grinning “Please, go on.”

Virgil sighed, “I had a debate with a guy today, in English. It got… heated. He was an absolute idiot.”

“What was it about?” Emile asked curiously.

“Macbeth.”

Remy looked over at Emile, “What did you expect? We raised a nerd.”

Virgil sat back all feigned outrage, “Excuse you! I am not a nerd! I have a very specific aesthetic that I’m going for here, and nerd is not it! I have not invested in this many black outfits to be called a nerd. Besides, if you were to compare me to an actual nerd, I just don’t hold up. Actually, the other guy I talked to today is a better example. If you looked up nerd in the dictionary it’d be a picture of this guy.”

“How did you meet him?”

“Well, I’ve seen him around before,” Virgil said quickly, “Worked on a few projects. He’s a fairly decent partner, I guess. We were assigned seats in Science.” Remy gagged, and Virgil nodded in agreement, “And I was sat next to Logan- that’s his name. He’s nice enough, but I wish I was sitting next to Patton. He got stuck next to the first guy.”

“The boy you debated?” Emile asked.

“Yeah, Roman,” He practically glowered, which Remy picked up on, “Honestly, who really thinks there’s fate happening in Macbeth? Doesn’t that just take away from Macbeth’s actions? ‘Oh, yes, I murdered the king for power and money, but you see, it was fate. Old ladies in the woods told me to do it!’”

Emile nodded, “That is true, but a lot of people like to draw from the obviously mysterious nature and place the blame there instead. It’s like any piece of media with implied magic-realism.”

“From its curse to its content, people like to explain the vibes with fancy words instead of just appreciating them,” Remy added. He was surprisingly well versed in Shakespeare for someone who hated reading.

Emile nodded, “We tend to try and justify acts as horrible as Macbeth’s, and a lot of people don’t want to believe that we’re capable of such atrocities, in media or history. And so magic and fantasy end up being the scapegoats used to try and soften blows in text. If Macbeth is not accountable for his actions, he can become a more likeable character.”

Virgil sighed, and nodded, going back to his meal. Sure, he could understand Roman’s point when put like that, but that doesn't mean he agrees with it.

Not much is said for the rest of dinner, but Remy and Emile did turn to one another, having various silent conversations, some Virgil was sure would be about him.

Eventually they returned to the living room, Remy and Emile laying on the couch as an entanglement of limbs, being disgustingly domestic and mushy. Virgil would look up from Tumblr every now and again, when Emile made some comment about the plot of the show and how he could use it at work, or when Remy said something particularly biting and sarcastic. He chimed in occasionally, but he kept mostly silent.

He was happy watching- both them and the show. At some point during the night they shifted, and laced their fingers together, which yes, Virgil did fake gag at.

Mostly because they were being sappy, but also because sometimes, it was a little strange when he could see both their matching soul bands on their wrists. The pale pink and coffee brown strands that looped around each other on their wrists usually filled him with warmth at their relationship and the future he might have with his own soulmate one day, but sometimes… Well, sometimes he couldn’t help but fall into old habits.

It was one of those bits of conditioned thinking that still crept up on him from time to time He’d spent a lot of time working through the effects the foster system had had on him, and his birth parents before that, but even now, sometimes little bits slipped through.

He remembered his birth mother’s blind hatred of soulmates, and yet how she still seemed upset she didn’t have one. She’d often told him that he would probably end up broken, just like her, his band would never come in, just like hers. What a lovely thing to tell a child. He knew that there was no way that she could know this- a person’s band didn’t show up until they were around eighteen, and plenty of studies have proved that having or not having a soulmate was not hereditary

And yet…

And yet that little voice in the back of his head always liked to perk up whenever he spent too much time watching his dads.

You’ll never have that, your mark still hasn’t come in. The voice growled. After a moment, Virgil smirked and went back to Tumblr. He’d followed it down that rabbit hole more than enough times and at this point, and this late in the day, he didn’t really care. So what? He thought back, a response he’d been practising, and was almost starting to believe. I have my dads, and Patton. Who says I need anyone else.

What if you do have a soulmate? It asked, changing tactic. And? He almost replied. And they’re not Patton.

That got his attention. That one was new.

I don’t want Patton to be my soulmate. He thought defensively.

Yes you do. You want it so badly. Because otherwise, he’s going to leave you for the person he’s destined for.

Shut up! Shut up, shut up! He thought viscously. He didn’t want to think about that. He was very happy with the bubble he lived in for now.

The little voice didn’t respond, but he could almost feel the smugness radiating from it, as it settled back to a simmer in the back of his mind.

It had done its job.

His mind raced wildly as the rest of the episode passed without him seeing or hearing any of it, his hand shaking the whole time. What if they’re not Patton? What if Patton stops being friends with me because his soulmate doesn't like me? What if the universe gives me someone who hates me as a soulmate? What if we don’t get along? What if I end up partnered with someone like, I dunno, Roman?

He knew he couldn’t leave until the credits of the episode were rolling without worrying his dads, but as it was over he excused himself quickly, barely stuttering out, “Shower,” before darting from the room.

Virgil sets the water to as close to scalding as he can handle, (a temperature that would probably have resembled something to warm to most people). The warm water was a fantastic remedy to tense muscles, and a perfect distraction from things like his spiralling thoughts.

He stayed there as long as he could justify being under the water, but eventually he had to pull himself out and grab pyjamas. His go-to set were still sitting on his half-made bed, and clean enough for another night, so he grabbed the soft pants and even softer knitted sweater that Emile’s mother had given him two Christmases before. The fact that he liked being very warm when he slept, and that he liked it significantly more than typical teenage-protagonists liked sweaters knitted by their grandmothers, made it a very good sleep shirt. The fact that it was the only place he would wear something lilac and white also came into consideration.

The additional fact that it was starting to get just a little too small was something he’d been ignoring up to now. However, the length of the sleeves was starting to bother him, just a bit.

“I might need to ask for a new-” He started to speak, thinking out loud, before he froze in a moment of absolute shock, as he noticed a dark-grey ring around his left wrist.

He tripped backwards landing on his bed, as if that would put distance between himself and his own body part. He sat there a moment eyes screwed shut, trying to avoid the whole thing.

With a few deep breaths, carefully following the 4-7-8 method he relied on, he found the courage to open his eyes and inspect his wrist adorned with a new soul band. Did the universe really think it was funny? It really did decide that after an internal breakdown about soulmates was the best time to have his band come in.

Maybe not the time, Virgil he scolded himself, and looked back down at the band itself.

There was a deep purple cord, it could’ve easily been mistaken for black, that was obviously him, which was… yeah that was in character. And then there was a light grey one, and two dark grey-

He stopped. Stopped looking, stopped moving, stopped breathing, almost stopped breathing.

That was four cords. There were supposed to be two. That was how it was. You either had two strands- one for you and one for your soulmate, like his dads’ and most other people- or you had none.

This was wrong. This was all wrong. How the fuck was he supposed to deal with this?

He’d prepared for everything else. He’d have been resigned if he never got one, and he’d have been prepared if he did, but what the fuck was he supposed to do with this.

He could barely manage to get air into his lungs, but he knew he needed… he needed something… he needed his fathers.

“Dad…” He sobbed, barely audible even to himself.

“Dad… Dad, Dad!” he repeated, louder and louder until he was screaming.

There was silence, for a moment, except for his ragged breathing. Then, he heard both of their footsteps hurrying up the stairs. It was only a moment later when Remy and Emile burst through the door.

Emile rushed to Virgil immediately, “Virgil, what happened? What’s wrong?”

Virgil didn’t cry often. He had his fair share of breakdowns, but he didn’t cry. So why were there tears already streaming down his face.

“Me!” He almost yelled, but his voice was shaky and wet, “I told you! It’s me, I’m broken! I can’t even fuck up like a normal person! I told you!”

Emile blinked in surprise, before gathering Virgil up in a firm but, importantly, escapeable hug. Virgil sunk into Emile, face pressed into his father’s chest as he sobbed.

Remy, now seeing there was no imminent threat to Virgil, sat down on the bed. He waited a moment, before gently stroking Virgil’s still damp hair.

Virgil couldn’t see this, but above his head, Remy and Emile continued their silent conversation, worry clear in their faces.

Eventually, he calmed enough to pull back from Emile’s chest, eye and nose red, and still a slight hiccup to his breathing. Emile let go of him, and started stroking his hands instead, keeping a gentle, soft touch available to him.

“Hey buddy,” said Emile softly, “Want to tell us what that was about?”

Virgil wanted to say no. He really did. He didn’t want to disappoint his dad. But the kind, gentle smile broke him, and he sighed.

“It’s here.”

“What is?”

He held out his wrist, refusing to look at it himself.

“It showed up, and it’s bad and wrong and broken. I couldn’t even be the normal kind of broken.”

Emile frowned, lifting Virgil’s hand to examine what he was claiming to be ‘broken’, and on his other side Remy leaned in to see as well. After a quick gasp of surprise his frown morphed suddenly into a bright smile that only grew as he turned Virgil’s arm softly to see his band all the way around.

“Sweetie, your band isn’t broken.”

“It is! You’re just saying that” Virgil insisted, glaring in anger at his wrist.

“Not at all,” Emile assured, patting his hand “It’s really quite beautiful, even in grey-scale.”

Virgil didn’t believe that.

“It’s not broken, or wrong, or anything of the sort. I promise you, Virgil.”

“How do you know?” Virgil snapped, pulling his hand away and crossing his arms so no one could see

“Because I’ve seen them before. Soulmate bands with more than two threads.”

Virgil blinked in surprise, his arms relaxed slightly, although not enough to see the band again.

Emile grinned brightly, “You know I do a lot of relationship therapy, and I’ve seen a lot of different types of relationships- and soul bands, or ‘Braids’ are the more accurate term in this case. They’re perfectly normal, Virgil. And yours looks particularly interesting. The pattern is beautiful, there even looks like there are some complicated celtic knots in the layout, from what I saw.”

Virgil’s arms uncrossed, and his hands fell into his lap, he looked down at it wonder and confusion, “You’ve seen it before?” He repeated lamely.

“I have,” Emile replied, “With some polyamorous couples that come in.”

Virgil’s gaze snapped up, “Polyamorous?” the words seemed almost familiar

“Polyamourous…” Remy repeated, grinning slightly, “That’s like, the poisonous blobs under the ocean, right? Oh, the ones Nemo and his dad live in!”

Virgil looked over with a frown, almost certain that Remy was taking the piss, while Emile smiled in amusement and knitted his eyebrows together, “Uh, no dear. That’s anemones, though I do appreciate the reference to Finding Nemo, that’s not even close to the same word.”

Remy only smiled and leaned back, staring at the ceiling, before clicking his fingers, “It’s that fabric that t-shirts are made of!”

“That’s… that’s Polyester, dad” Virgil said, frowning.

“Oh, Shit… then its… ah, fuck… its the one where you’re attracted to more than one person or gender?”

“Close, but no dice, Remy. That would be Bi, Pan, or Polysexual.” Emile shook his head, half laughing

“Fuck!” Remy exclaimed, “Dating more than one person! That’s the Bitch”

“Bingo!” Emile grinned proudly, about to explain further for Virgil but Remy interrupted.

“My sister-in-law has a relationship like that.”

Virgil and Emile both turned to him slowly, eyebrows drawn in an identical, amused but confused frown.

“What?” Remy asked, raising his hands in defence “She is.”

“Your sister-in-law,” Virgil repeated.

“Yeah, I said what I said.”

“Your sister-in-law,” Virgil said again, “The one that’s married to your sister?”

“And their non-binary partner- they’re an absolute babe by the way, nowhere near as cute as Emile but- anyway, yeah that sister-in-law, what about it? “ Remy said, shrugging nonchalantly.

“Remy- Remy, darling, why did you skip your sister in favour of your inlaws?” Emile asked, laughing.

“Because she’s my favourite sibling,” Remy replied frowning as though this was the obvious solution.

Virgil snorted and burst into a fit of laughter, hiding his face in his hands.

“Dad, you’re an idiot, I love you,” He said between his fingers.

Above his head, Remy grinned, while Emile shook his head, a fond smile on his face. The ‘thank you’ on Emile’s face would have been clear, even to Virgil, had he looked up.

It took Virgil a moment to come down from his hysterical laughter, which was almost to be expected with an emotional rollercoaster like that night had been, but when he did, he leaned into Emile’s side, and sat comfortably with Remy’s arm around his shoulder.

“So, Virgil, can you see that your soul-band isn’t broken after all,” Emile smiled gently, “It just means you have more than one soulmate.”

Virgil bit his lip, his eyebrows furrowing, “What am I supposed to do with more than one soulmate? How does that even work?”

“Well, I’m sure it will take a lot of communication, but you’ll get there. I know you will.”

Virgil looked at his wrist, running his fingers over the cords braided together, “And you don’t hate me for it?” He didn’t mean to say that aloud.

“Of course not,” Emile assured.

“Babe, like, of course not. I just said I got my favourite sibling through my sister’s soul braid. And now I’ll get to meet my second to fourth favourite children through yours,” Remy said, pulling back to look at Virgil from arm’s length, and grinning.

“Remy,” Emile admonished him gently.

“Ok, fine, fine, I won’t play favourites with Virgil’s future partners, are you happy, babe?”

Emile shook his head, laughing again, and Virgil couldn't help but smile along.

Remy wrapped his arm around Virgil’s shoulders again, “We love you, Virgil, no matter what. We love you, and our potential in-laws, no matter how many of them.”

Virgil smiled, leaning into Remy’s embrace.

“What if I like one or two of them more than the others,” He said after a moment, voice very small and smile falling, “What if none of them like me? What if they like each other better? Oh, this is just a whole new set of problems…”

“They’ll adore you,” Emile assured, “Whoever they are, wherever they are. They will, because you are their match, as they are yours.”

“I can’t wait to tease them all,” Remy grinned mischievously “About the fact they fell for the ‘Emo bad boy with a heart of gold’ trope”

Virgil snorted, and slowly the worries floated away. They’d be back, as they always were, but for now, there was respite.

“What colours do you think they’ll be?” Emile asked excitedly, “I think that light-grey one has to be a yellow.”

“Nah, babe, I bet it’s green.”

“Blue,” Virgil smiled softly, “I think one of them will be blue.”

Emile began to gush about how pretty that would be, Remy agreeing that it would compliment Virgil’s deep purple, and continuing to speculate over the various ways he could embarrass both Virgil and his soulmates.

Yes, the worries would return as they always did, but for now, Virgil was content to sit with his fathers and talk about what possible colours would streak through his braid of possibility.

and now! the tags:

@deathshadowrules

@i-have-n0-idea-what-im-d0ing

@haggendazs-dispersion

@jellopuffs

#emo writes things #sanders sides #tssides #fanfic #writing #sander sides virgil #sleep/remy #dr emile picani #background remile #LAMP #polyamsanders #soulmate au #highschool au #human au #long post #an emo original

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itsgonnabe-brian-may · 5 years

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Finals Week Forgetfulness

// Gwil x reader

wc: 1.5k

I hope you don't mind but I was loosely inspired by @sweetlygwilym & as a science person I need more sciency y/n on my dash. Also, this fic was born out of pure procrastination so its trash but that okay, It's a lil blurb and fluffy.

Tags: @joemhazzello

Today was Friday and Monday was the start of your last round of finals for the year. But they weren’t done yet and you needed to study, so you dragged yourself out of bed. Though the peacefulness of it coaxed you back. Your boyfriend, Gwilym, still sound asleep. You had gotten out of bed before Gwil, which was a rarity. Gwilym woke to an empty bed, initial confusion was replaced by the realization that it must be finals week. With a groan he pulled himself from the duvet, having the same thought as you. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes he pulled on his attire for the day. Next, he padded into the kitchen in search of caffeine that he desperately needed.

It was hard not to notice your frame hunched over your books, almost like getting closer to the pages allowed you to absorb the information quicker.

“Studying already I see,” Gwil mused pressing a soft kiss to the side of your head.

“Mhm,” you mumbled back barley lifting your gaze from your textbook, not wanting to lose focus.

A low chuckle escaped his lips before placing a fresh cup of coffee in front of you. Thin steam whisps carried the sent to your nose, the sent alone was almost more effective in waking you up than the actual coffee.

“God, your a blessing,” you smiled up at him and taking a sip. You couldn’t help let out a groan of pleasure. It was the start to a long day, long weekend. However, you’ve been through it before and it was your last round of finals before finally getting your degree. Giving you a burst of motivation. It also helped that you had Gwil, he would always make sure you slept and ate. Having been together for roughly 2 years, around 4 weeks of finals, you guys had a routine. You would get up at the crack of dawn, steal one of Gwilym’s sweaters and pair them with leggings, and study all day. Barely acknowledging people outside of the ones mentioned in your textbook. Normally you’d kick Gwil out to stop the distractions but today he was full booked with Interviews, so making sure he wasn’t bothering you wasn’t going to be an issue, not that he was an issue.

Throughout the day your coffee cup refilled and emptied as papers became more and more scattered. A half eaten sandwich sat beside your text books. The table had been turned from a place of gathering for people to a place of gathering of notes, notebooks, random study sheets, and highlighters. Lots of highlighters. All laid about haphazardly. But you were too absorbed into your studies to notice or care. Your passion for your major made it so much easier to study. You had gotten your Bachelors of Science and worked for a few years before deciding you wanted to go back to school and get your Masters Degree. It wasn't really going to advance your career but you enjoyed it, which is all that matters. You were lucky to have Gwil as your number one supporter, even if he understood nothing that came out of your lips when you got excited and went on a tangent. Normally, you'd catch on and apologize, but Gwil just shut you up with a kiss because he found your smarts incredibly hot. Just not on finals week.

Gwil’s day was definitely more exciting than yours. The 3 interviews he had scheduled turned out to be a blast. Plus anytime he could get with the full cast of Bohemian Rhapsody was a good time. Though he was mostly excited to get back home, maybe a little anxious, but mostly excited. Today was the day that Brian and Anita May were coming over for dinner as a thank you from both you and Gwil. Mostly Gwil, because there was no way he could have done his job without the immensely helpful and kind guidance of Brian.

You were also excited and planned an elaborate meal, except you had forgotten. Caught up into your studies was an understatement. So when the door opened and you heard Gwil come in laughing you perked up slightly. However, it wasn't until you heard two more voices chime in that you stood up pushing the chair out of the way and walked to the hall.

“Gwil, love, is that you— Shit“ you called running a hand through your messy hair. The last part was muttered under your breath as you suddenly became self-conscious of your appearance and the mess of study materials scattered about.

The 3 turned in your direction pausing their conversation to exchange greetings.

Brian gave a small wave in your direction, trying to hold back his laughter at your frazzled state.

“Y/N, it’s wonderful to see you again,” Anita spoke up pulling you into a hug as you silently thanked the gods that this wasn’t your first time meeting the pair. Brian was next to pull you into a hug, eyeing the mess of papers on the table.

Gwilym just pressed a kiss to your temple.

“You forgot didn’t you,” He chuckled quietly.

“Yea... I guess I got to caught up in studying,” you laughed shyly and moved to clean it up. However, Brian beat you to it. His curiosity had gotten the best of him and was already glancing at the math and physics problems that filled each page. His glasses sat on the bridge of his nose as he delicately picked up your notebook.

“Physics?” Brian guessed looking up at you with a kind.

“Yea, I’m actually about to get my Masters,” you explained sheepishly busying your embarrassed hands by gathering loose sheets of paper. You were no stranger to who Brian was and his PhD in Astrophysics. Sure you admired the man for being an absolutely brilliant musician and kind man, but you were more impressed with his passion and intelligence. The rest of the cleaning process was halted by conversation. The two of you quickly began discussing complex theories and laws. Gwil was kind enough to place a glass in wine in your hands, but it went untouched as you and Brian needed both hands to talk & visualize things.

"You understand anything of what they're talking about?" Anita asked Gwil as she helped prepare a simple salad.

"Not a bloody word," He laughed happily.

"Oh good, glad someone's with me," she responded patting his shoulder gently and laughing about something to herself.

Eventually, dinner was ready and the conversation shifted to anything and everything. Then the conversation moved to the living room where more wine was poured and more topics were brought up. You had drifted closer and closer to Gwil throughout the evening. Now you were pressed into his side on the couch, nursing a glass of Merlot talking to Brian about particle physics in stars. Again you two had fallen down a wormhole, though there's no physical evidence that they exist, of science-based conversation. Gwil had his arm wrapped around you and watched you admirably, still not understanding a bloody word. As much fun as the night had been you couldn't stop suppressing your yawns every 5 minutes. You had been up for at least 20 hours at this point, and the Merlot was not helping. Thankfully Anita noticed and kindly bid Brian that it was in fact time to go, for real this time. As each time they had attempted to part conversation drew them back. And no, it wasn't just the physics theories. Gwil and Brian had shared the same intensity conversations about guitars and books.

"Thank you for coming, I'm sorry It wasn't the nicest but I hope you still had fun," You apologized as you hugged goodbye.

"Nonsense! it was lovely, thank you for inviting us over," Anita smiled kindly.

"No, I believe it you who we thank, especially during precious studying time," Brian said sending a wink in your direction.

"Either way, thank you for coming, it was lovely having you," Gwil added finishing up the thank you's and they left.

As soon as the door was closed and locked you practically melted into his arms. With a gentle swoop, you were in his arms and on your way to the bed you had waited to return to all day. You lazily pulled off your leggings and clambered into bed, immediately resting your head on Gwil's chest.

"It blows my mind that you can be so smart and cute, I don't know what I did to have you in my life," He breathed out pressing gentle kisses to the forehead.

"I love you Gwil, especially when you put up with my studies," you murmured tilting your chin to look up at him.

Instead of responding he connected your lips to his. The kiss was lazy but filled with admiration and love. His tongue swiped along your bottom lip and you blissfully allowed him in. Your body fell heavy and all stress from the day disappeared like your fingers in Gwil's brown hair. There were no ulterior intentions to the show of affection, just pure love and admiration. When you pulled away you placed a small kiss to his cheek before driting off into the peace. Hoping to find solace in it for as long as you could before dawn came and you were forced to finally face the mess of papers still on the kitchen counter. Where sitting on top of the notebook a pale colored sticky note saying "Wishing you the best on your finals - Bri" would be found.

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papersynth · 6 years

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The Feud breakdown theory

TLDR: Its basically one big Klance-centric episode, this whole theory’s probably a reach but its nice lol. Reposted from my twitter. More under the cut!

Lets start off this thread by pointing out one of the glaring things that immediately hit me once I started watching this episode when it aired: the title sequence. I'm not particularly old but my parents have always loved gameshows and reality television.

They would watch it in the living room and so one of the things that stuck out to me the most was how the logo for Garfle Warfle Snick is visually similar to "The Dating Game" which was a 60's TV show centered around a bachelorette picking out a guy to take out on a date.

Even the dang flowers.....

It was at this moment I thought "well, after being basically deprived of any Klance scenes for 3 seasons, you'd think S7 would bring you some of that and boy oh boy I've been fed so well. I think its strange for them to visually replicate a DATING GAMESHOW logo. We know for a fact that they were going for a family feud esque style, so why didn't they just replicate the Family feud logo instead? The vibe of the entire episode would change because it'll be a glaring reference.

Going back to Kaplan's tweet about how things aren't what they seem, the Feud really, like, obviously lets you know, that things really aren't what they seem. The story shifts in focus and tone and so do the characters.

My theory is that this episode foreshadows events to come that even the paladins never knew were even challenges themselves.

I believe this sort of aids the Klance fight theory (graciously written by Ca HERE) because that altean colony which they believe was a win for them to discover, could possibly be their next challenge (their garfle, becomes a warfle)

We also know that it isn't new for Voltron to use the "it was an altean all along!" as shock value for their enemies but at this point, I think Allura's starting to learn that her race is equally capable of evil.

This adds to the idea that during the 3 year gap, there's a possibility that the altean colony and Haggar/Galra have been working together to develop new technology (Hunk: I've never seen the Galra use weapons like these before) because clearly it isn’t the olkari helping them.

Time for my biggest reach yet, how the fuck is that a chopstick lance. You can recognise a mullet for a hundred feet away but you can't recognise a sword at point blank. Strange considering Keith drew out the sword pretty quickly, so there's no way Lance saw chopsticks.

NOTHING in this image screams chopsticks. I even went and printed out this god forsaken screencap and tilted it to see if it looked like chopsticks from a far angle and nope, still looks like a blade. This one's a reach but, chopsticks are insinuate a "yin-yang" dynamic.

Chopsticks is a strange pick because it doesn't LOOK anything like a chopstick. It would have made more sense to call it a shovel, paper fan, knife, surfboard etc. Go off. Chopsticks have always been used as a pair, one cannot exist without the other, which brings me to voltron's wings. I like the idea of Voltron being similar to Darling in the Franxx because of their mecha designs kinda taking reference from Evangelion. This is a reach definitely, but its cute whatever, eat this up. There's a mythical bird called "Jian" and it only has one wing.

The bird can only exist with another of its kind, where together, they can fly and soar. Wings and duality are symbols that have ALWAYS gone hand in hand, simply because there are two. Chopsticks being Lance's stupid fucking word choice is so damn specific its hurting me.

HERE'S ANOTHER REACH Y'ALL, the reason why chopsticks are thicker and circular at the top but thinner and squared at the bottom is because they represent the heaven and the earth. WHERE'D THEY COME FROM Y'ALL. WHERE DID THE PALADINS GO? UH? BACK TO EARTH YEA?

And once again, Keith draws this one very quickly so it does show that Lance can make a good guess immediately. I can see why he would say Dog here. SO WHY COULDN'T YOU SEE A BLADE AT FIRST LANCE? EXPLAIN YOURSELF. MOVING ON FROM THE DAMN DRAWING GAME.

I think these two screenshots speak for themselves. Earlier this morning I wrote a theory about how the Klance dynamic is all over the place because Lance has grown as a person in his absence and he's confused as to how he's supposed to behave towards "new keith".

He takes a jab at Keith throughout the start of this whole episode

"Not my fault keith can't draw!"

"I'm not a mind reader!"

So once again, its the usual bickering coming from Lance, but we see that shift later in the episode, I'll get to that later.

The next game with bii boh bi. Funny to me how the game's called "The Garflator" when we've already established that "Garfle" means to "win". The monster isn't the Garflator as they've misleaded, its the tank.

If you don't believe me, here's the subtitles literally calling the monster the "Warflator". Strange isn't it? You miss these things when you watch it the first time. Bob wasn't joking when Warfle and Garfle were interchangeable.

I don't really want to analyse how Bii Boh Bi acts throughout the whole segment mainly because I think that's reaching a little too far, and it was likely comedic the entire time, but I can't help but notice that his tone throughout suggests a "fill in the blanks" situation.

My theory is that this situation foreshadows the possibility that someone will help Lance fill in the blanks, and guess what the answer is in the GARFLator. He might even really be running out of time so again, stick it out till the last episode of S8.

Bonus: Seems like its pretty nice isn't it. Our crops are watered and his skin is cleared. Joking of course, but overall the whole Garflator/Warflator situation keeps getting mixed up together that's why I think this theory's reaching but I digress.

Time for the scene that made all of us Klancers scream into the depths of hell. We all already know that they didn't have to vote for each other if it was meaningless, but after seeing the recent surplus of Lance being hurt by Keith leaving, I've got a solid theory.

Lets look at the scene first, mainly at Hunk and Pidge's faces. We know Hunk is emotionally observant while Pidge behaves logically, so I think when we're speaking logically: Lance picking Keith seems HIGHLY illogical to pidge.

Lance "hates" Keith. Why pick him to survive? THE MATH DOESN'T ADD UP. On the other hand, Hunk's facial expression here seems more....worried? Not confused. There's been substantial evidence that Lance was hurt by Keith leaving, and if he spoke to anyone about it, it'd be hunk.

I think Pidge is surprised to hear these things come out of Lance's mouth and seeing Keith pick him. Remember when they all picked someone to help Lance? The braniest of the team? I think honestly Pidge might be the first to pick up on their possible affections towards each other.

This sort of parallels the earlier scene where Lance was the last one to figure out Pidge was a girl, but maybe that's reaching a little too hard (Curse these short arms!)

Earlier this morning I wrote a thread about how Lance picking Keith to leave here is probably the nail in the coffin that he deeply cares about Keith. Remember, this situation would probably be the third time that Keith has left Lance.

Read the linked thread, I won't reiterate it here but basically Lance grows in Keith's absence, stepping up when he needs to, but its not really what he wants. Losing Keith again might be devastating, but that only heightens why this scene is so affectionate. He makes this choice himself.

He calls Keith the future because he has faith in his skills (he's our leader) and him as a person (plus he's half galra). That Keith HAS a future. This is SIGNIFICANT because the only other person that has said that they have faith in Keith, was Shiro.

Shiro is VALUABLE to Keith, he's the most important person in his life. Having people believe in him has always been difficult and I think where Lance says (although cryptically) that he believes in Keith, is really where their new dynamic takes off.

THAT's why Keith behaves somewhat coldly in S7, because its never gonna be easy for him to suddenly accept a new person in his life. He’s not sure how he should react to another person caring for him. Both of them know their dynamic isn't what it used to be, they can't joke and jab anymore. We're back to square one, but its different this time.

One last thing about this episode (that isn't Klance related) is Luxia's kingdom, just a fun quick thought that maybe the Baku might be back, i mean he never really was defeated, just trapped. ;)

Uhhh that's it! Can't think of anything else haha. Thanks for the wild ride friends, I hope these feed your optimism for today~ Again, they're all just theories but I hope S8 is a good experience for everyone! Have a great day :)

One last thing: I would love it if Klance happens and the theories prove true, and if it doesn't its okay! Sure I'll be disappointed, but its fine if I'm wrong about a fictional TV show lol.

#klance #keith #lance #vld #vld theory #klance theory #i think this was a nice theory #i worked hard on it pals uwu

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