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#a silly quiz I made to wake myself up this morning and so I could vote ⚽️ #me being me #jo makes a poll

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loyalty [part five]

tw- alcohol, vomit, mentions of pregnancy

Feeling scrutinised, you sat up and avoided Roger’s gaze. The conversation between you and Roger was something you’d wanted to avert for a little while longer. Not everything said was going to be good and you knew it. The last thing the two of you needed right now was more bad blood.

“Guess I shouldn’t have told you to eavesdrop then,” grumbled Roger. He was annoyed – that much was obvious and he had every right to be.

“Guess you’re right,” you agreed.

Silence ensued after that and you didn’t know how to break the ice. Feeling tired from today’s events, you curled back on the bed and looked at Roger.

“Are you seriously falling asleep now?” Roger’s voice was amused.

“Not if you talk to me, I won’t,” you replied, fighting a yawn. God, you were so tired. Maybe laying back down wasn’t the best idea.

“Shouldn’t have had all that alcohol,” Roger told you. “You’re such a lightweight.”

You rolled your eyes. “Not everyone drinks alcohol like its water, Rog.” A pause. “So. Are we going to talk?”

“Alright then. Did you hear the whole conversation?” Roger asked you.

Thinking about your options, you weren’t sure what to tell Roger. You could put the fear of God into the man and tell him you’d heard everything. Though he could call your bluff and quiz you on what you heard, which was something Roger would do. Or, you could tell him truth about what you heard which was literally nothing. Part of you was unsure about wanting to know what he was talking about with Freddie.

You decided to be honest. “Only the last five seconds.”

“Everyone thinks we should get back together,” Roger said, as if that was something neither of you knew. “It’s all anyone can talk about these days. I get random people I don’t even know coming up to me and asking me why we aren’t together. The fans ask me about you all the time.”

Wow. You didn’t know people cared about your relationship on that level.

“What do you tell them?” You asked.

“What can I tell them?” Roger shrugged. “What can I say?”

Fair point. There was nothing Roger could tell them without making himself look worse than he already did.

“But,” Roger continued, “just because people want us to get back together, it doesn’t mean we will. I don’t want you to feel forced into making a decision that isn’t right for you. Whatever choice you come to, I’ll respect it.”

You were a permanent fixture in Roger’s life and that would never change. No matter what your decision was, even if you woke up tomorrow and told him you didn’t love him, Roger would always love you. There was something about you he couldn’t quit. The love he had for you was indescribable but he would give it all up to see you happy.

“Thank you for saying that.” You held his hand. “I know it must’ve taken a lot to say that but I’m glad you did. That means a lot to me.”

“It’s fine.” Roger shrugged. “I’ve got to grow up someday, haven’t I?”

You just wished he’d grown up sooner. Maybe then you wouldn’t be in the position you were in now. Maybe then everything would’ve been different and that’s all you wanted. For things to be what they weren’t now.

You’d never seriously thought about you and Roger splitting up. Like, what would happen long term. You never gave that any thought. Thinking of Roger dating someone else made you feel, not that you’d admit it, some sort of jealousy. Another woman holding Roger and taking care of your kids while you weren’t there just didn’t feel right. You wanted a stable happy family and you wanted that to be with Roger.

“I suppose you’re right,” you said. “Took you long enough.”

“It shouldn’t have taken this to do it though,” Roger acknowledged. “I should’ve been a better man to you. I shouldn’t have treated you the way I did.”

You didn’t know how to feel although you felt a little good Roger was owning up to his mistakes.

“Would you have felt this way if I never found out?” You questioned him.

You often wondered if Roger would’ve still been cheating had you not found out and broken up with him. Part of you knew the real answer. He’d been cheating on you for so long, who knows if he would’ve ever stopped had you not found out.

Roger took a deep breath. “Not to this degree. I knew what I was doing was wrong but I couldn’t find it in myself to stop.”

His whole life, Roger knew cheating was bad. He knew it was wrong and it wasn’t something any person should do but he did it anyway. There was something about it that made him go back and do it all again and again. Things that were addictive were wrong and it was no different when it came to cheating.

Roger knew it was bad but he didn’t think he’d get caught. He never gave that a second thought. When he was cheating, he didn’t think of you or how you’d feel. There were countless rockstars whose wives had taken them back though they were unfaithful. As bad as it sounded, he didn’t think you’d be any different. He didn’t think you would leave him.

“I still love you,” you told him. “I still love you, even after what you’ve done and that’s what I hate.”

So far, Roger hadn’t outright asked you two to get back together and you knew it was because he couldn’t bare for your answer to be no. Maybe, just maybe, if he’d asked for you back, you would say yes. It was dumb and it wouldn’t get the best reactions out of everyone but you loved him. You’d shared the best parts of your life with Roger.

“I sometimes think how this whole process would be so much easier if I didn’t love you the way I did,” you said, “and it probably would be.”

Roger often wondered why you were in love with him. It definitely wasn’t love at first sight on your behalf. He was enamoured by your beauty as soon as he laid eyes on you but it took a little while for you to feel the same. Two kids and a broken marriage later, you both wondered if the relationship was worth where it got to now.

“Me too,” Roger admitted quietly. “I’ll always love you and I always want to be part of your life, even if it is just as a friend. We can still be friends, can’t we?”

Your eyes watered up and you did your best to not start blubbering. “Don’t be silly, Rog, of course we can.”

You wanted him to be so much more than a friend. That wasn’t going to be an easy process to get through but you had to do it for the children. They didn’t deserve to get the bad end of the stick. You would power through all the heartbreak for your babies. At least you had them. You weren’t sure how you’d cope all alone.

“Well, that’s good to hear,” Roger smiled, breathing in shakily. “You’re kinder to me than I deserve.”

“I know.”

At that point, you were so tired and you felt so sick. Stress and alcohol was not a good mixture and the nausea you were feeling was proof enough. At the same time, you didn’t want Roger to go. You know he’d try and leave but you didn’t want him to. You wanted him here just for tonight at least.

Stifling a yawn, you patted the pillow next to you. “Come on.”

Roger was more than surprised, to say the least. “What?”

“Well, if you leave now you’re going to wake up the kids.” You tried to make an excuse, hoping Roger wouldn’t think anything of it. “It’s getting late, anyway.”

“I could sleep in the guest bedroom,” offered Roger. “I wouldn’t want to impose.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Are you really going to pass up sleeping with me? Or next to me, at least?”

“I suppose you’re right.” Roger took off his coat and shoes and laid next to you.

“Just like old times, isn’t it?” You joked, not being able to take your eyes off Roger.

“If it were like old times none of our clothes would still be on,” Roger said.

“I suppose you’re right,” you echoed Roger from earlier.

Your heart was beating so fast. Why was it beating so fast? You felt like a lovesick teenager all over again.

In that moment all your tiredness and sickness started to go away. You were anticipating what was going to happen next. If anything, your clothes wouldn’t be on.

“We should probably go to sleep.” Roger’s eyes didn’t meet yours. “The kids are going to be up soon.”

Looking past Roger, you saw the sunrise through the curtains. Had it been that long?

“You’re right,” you agreed.

If things were meant to be with Roger, then it would be. Maybe it wasn’t but maybe the two of you could get over that hurdle together.

“Night, Rog.” You shut your eyes.

“Night, love.”

The morning came quicker than you expected, being awoken by the sound of your children’s cries. You went to get up and were hit with a wave of nausea. Running to the bathroom, you barely made it into the toilet before you were sick.

You’d never felt so ill in your life. You’d been feeling under the weather for a few days but you dismissed it as stress. Maybe you drank more than you can handle last night and after that you wouldn’t be drinking anytime soon.

A knock at the door halted your fleeting moment of self pity.

“Are you alright?”

“Y-.” You couldn’t even get the word out before you were throwing up again. Even hangovers didn’t have you feeling that sick.

Roger called your name.

“I’m fine,” you gasped out. “I’m alright. Just feeling a little sick, that’s all.”

“That didn’t seem like a little,” Roger said. “You’re not even that sick when you’re hungover. Are you sure everything’s alright?”

You flushed the toilet and rinsed out your mouth with the tap water.

“Yes,” you said, brushing your teeth. “I’ll be out to watch the kids in a second, I’m just going in the shower.”

“Okay.” Roger didn’t seem convinced and he had no reason to be but he left anyway. He had an inkling as to what could be wrong but he brushed it off. Maybe you were just hungover.

Stepping in the shower, you sighed in pleasure as the hot water hit your skin. There was nothing like a hot shower to make you feel better.

Roger was immediately alarmed when you’d woken up so sick. He’d already been awake for some time when you got up. Maybe he was overreacting but he feared the worst. The only time you were ever that sick was when you were pregnant. It stopped after a few months but you were once hospitalised because of how bad it was.

Part of Roger thought you could be pregnant and the other part of him wanted you to. Was it bad of him to think that? There was something about seeing you pregnant with his child that he enjoyed. The experience of it all was amazing but he doubted it would be like that this time around.

Roger knew if you were pregnant, you’d keep the baby. It would all be different though, your baby growing up to never see their parents together. Who knew where your relationship would lead you? What would everything be like then? He was sure Zoë and Leo would take to the new baby like a duck to water.

That whole experience was hard enough and it wouldn’t be any easier under these circumstances. Maybe just for the sake of things getting better, you weren’t pregnant and it would all be forgotten about. Roger never doubted his instincts and he promised himself he never would but today he did.

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[lastbluetardis]

Chemical Potential (9/11)

Summary: Slightly homesick and stressed about her abysmal chemistry grade, Rose Tyler meets quirky James Smith, the boy who sits in front of her in their chemistry class. They become fast friends as James makes it his personal mission to help Rose get through the semester.

Ten x Rose University AU

This chapter: ~5800 words, teen

Notes: This was written for the lovely @thegreenfairy13 as part of the @dwsecretsanta gift exchange. Also tagging @doctorroseprompts.

There’e going to be one more chapter and an epilogue after this one :)

AO3 | Ch1 | Ch2 | Ch3 | Ch4 | Ch5 | Ch6 | Ch7 | Ch8 | Ch9 | Ch10 | epilogue

Rose woke up in the middle of the night to something solid landing on her chest. Heart hammering, she jolted upright and blinked wildly, batting at the thing on top of her. Her fingers met with sleek fur as an annoyed mrrrp sounded from her stomach and two luminous eyes glared at her accusingly.

“Jesus,” Rose sighed. “You scared me, Pip.”

Pippin crawled back onto her chest and began the process of finding a comfortable spot. More than once, his arse was shoved into her face and she leaned away from it. He eventually plopped down and began purring contentedly, the vibrations of his body making Rose drowsy.

Until she remembered where she was, and that she’d invited herself to sleep over at James’s house without his permission.

Her gaze shot to the couch, but it was empty. Rose plopped her head back against the recliner. Well, at least he hadn’t woken her up to toss her out of his house. Though he was far too polite to do that anyway.

Rose sighed, but settled back into her chair. She was tired and it was still dark out. She might as well try to get a bit more sleep before having to see James and give him an awkward apology.

She reached up to rub Pippin’s soft little head, then pulled her blanket closer around her shoulders. No. Not blanket. Blankets. Plural.

Glancing down, Rose realized that she had somehow become covered by the blanket James had been sleeping under mere hours earlier. Something twisted inside of her at the thought that James had covered her with a blanket.

She inhaled deeply and hummed when she realized her new blanket smelled like him. She tucked her hands under her chin, bringing the blanket with them, and she fell back to sleep surrounded by James’s comforting scent.

When she awoke again, the sky outside was a light gray color. While the recliner wasn’t the most comfortable place to sleep, Rose felt well enough rested that the day wouldn’t be a sleepy struggle.

She froze when she realized she’d awoken because she’d heard footsteps. She closed her eyes and stilled, pretending to sleep. Moments later, James paused at the entrance to the living room. Slowly, she cracked open one eyelid. Through her lashes, she saw him standing a few feet away, just looking at her.

A thrill of… something shot through her. She was a little self-conscious, but at the same time, she’d watched James sleep the previous night, so turnabout was fair play. (Never mind the fact that he didn’t know she’d been watching him. Then again, James didn’t know that she knew he was watching her now either.)

He began to move closer, and she shut her eye. Her body was far too tense to pass as sleeping, but she hoped James didn’t notice. She was hyper-aware of him so that when he rested his hand on her arm, she wasn’t entirely surprised.

“Rose.” His voice was soft and gruff from sleep. His hand rubbed up and down from her shoulder to her elbow. Even though their skin was separated by two blankets and her sweatshirt, goosebumps still prickled across her body. “Rose. Wake up. Ro-oooose.”

Her heart clenched at the way he crooned her name, his lilting voice turning it into two syllables. A pang of longing went through her as she wished she could wake up every morning like this. Well, perhaps not exactly like this—she’d prefer a bed to a recliner—but she wanted to wake up with him.

She made a show of slowly beginning to stir, and she was pleased when he kept rubbing her arm. She never wanted him to stop.

When she cracked open her eyes, all coherent thought left her mind. His face was inches away; her eyes skated across the freckles that speckled his cheeks and nose. Then they darted down his lips, which were pulled in a lovely little smile that made her tingle all over.

She smiled sleepily. “Morning.”

“Morning.”

But soon embarrassment cleared her head and warmed her ears and cheeks. “Sorry for sort of inviting myself to spend the night. But you were asleep and I didn’t want to wake you, and I didn’t want you to wake up alone, so I just sort of…” She broke off with a shrug.

“I don’t mind. I…” His cheeks pinkened. “I’m glad you stayed.”

They looked at each other shyly for a minute before James stood up.

“We should get moving. Want breakfast first, or would you prefer me to take you back to your flat right away?”

“Oh, it’s okay. I can call for an Uber.”

James shook his head. “Please. I insist. After all you did for me yesterday… Please?”

Rose nodded, then said, “Breakfast would be great.” She rooted around on the floor where she’d set her phone last night. “What time is it?”

“Seven,” he answered, right as she hit the home button and saw 06:58 flash on the screen. “You’ve still got some time until you need to be at the school for your Shakespeare class.”

Silly though it was, Rose was pleased that James remembered when she had classes. And that he was thoughtful enough to wake her with plenty of time to spare so she could go back to her flat for a shower and a change of clothes first. She hadn’t relished the idea of spending the day in the same clothes as yesterday.

“Toast and eggs all right?” James asked as Rose lowered the footrest of the recliner.

“Yep.”

She followed him into the kitchen, where Pippin and Merry were crunching over their bowls of food. James moved around the space, gathering a frying pan, eggs, and butter.

“I’ll mind the toast,” Rose offered when he grabbed a loaf of bread from the pantry.

Together, they worked to make a nice but simple breakfast. Rose slathered butter and raspberry jam over their toast while James expertly fried and flipped the eggs, not breaking the yolks as Rose often accidentally did.

The conversation was sparse as they ate, though it was by no means uncomfortable. On the contrary, Rose was perfectly at ease as she sopped up the remnants of the runny egg yolk with the last bit of her toast, not caring that her fingers got messy.

James had left the crusts on his plate and was cradling his nearly-empty mug of coffee in his long fingers.

“I’ll cut the crusts off for you next time like my cousin does for her five-year-old,” Rose teased.

James stuck his tongue out at her, but his cheeks had turned pink. He didn’t look embarrassed though—in fact, he was smiling faintly—and Rose shrugged it off.

“When you’ve finished your tea, we can leave,” he said, gulping down the last of his coffee.

He began to clear up their dishes while Rose drank her tea as quickly as possible without scalding her mouth. Then he walked her to his car, his hand on her lower back, and drove her home.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” James promised, idling outside of her building. “Thank you so much, Rose. I—” He hesitated, his mouth working silently for a moment, before he eventually said, “I’m incredibly lucky to have you as my friend.”

Rose wished he was out of his car so she could give him a hug. “I’m lucky to have you as my friend, too. If you’re ever having a bad day and want to talk or just hang out, let me know. I’ll always be here for you, James.”

His responding grin was dazzling, making her breath catch. With a cheerful wave and a two-fingered half-salute, James pulled away from her building and drove off.

oOoOo

After that, something shifted almost imperceptibly between herself and James. Rose couldn’t put her finger on what had changed; all she knew is that things seemed more intimate between them.

They used the impending approach of the third exam and finals week as an excuse to study more often, but their study sessions frequently found them talking about non-chemistry-related things.

They shared pieces of their pasts and talked about their futures. Rose’s heart raced with delight and anxiety when they both talked about the following semester and the rest of their time at the university as though it was set in stone that she would be around to see it. And as though they planned to still spend time together.

She appreciated his confidence, and used it to attempt to kindle her own fledgling optimism. Rose was doing superbly on all of her assignments and lab work; any time she showed James a new score that was near-perfect, he beamed at her as though she was holding a winning lottery ticket and scooped her in for a congratulatory hug.

It was hard to not feel hopeful, especially when the Excel spreadsheet of her chemistry grades kept changing, projecting that she needed a lower and lower score on her final exam to get a passing grade in the class.

“You are doing so well with this unit, Rose,” James praised on their last study session before the Thanksgiving break. “You’re amazing! Look at this!” He took her quiz from her and waved it in front of her nose, as though she hadn’t been staring at the circled 95% at the top. “Amazing!”

“Finally some of this seems to be making sense,” Rose said, still grinning with pride. They were in the final few chapters of the class, learning about molecular geometries and shapes and how things were bonded together, something she’d been worried about until she realized her artistic background would help her immensely with visualizing three-dimensional orientations of molecules.

“This is more than making sense. This is understanding. You’re getting it, Rose. You’re truly understanding what’s going on.” He then pulled a sour expression and whined, “You’re rendering me obsolete!”

Rose rolled her eyes and nudged her elbow into his ribs. “Oh shut up. I’m still going to need your amazing brain to help me get that 62% I need on the final. Besides, I’ve grown quite fond of you; you’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

James blushed, but smiled.

“Right, so I think that’s enough studying for today,” Rose said. “It’s a holiday, which means no thinking at all for the next few days.”

“I’m not sure that’s exactly what’s supposed to happen during break,” James argued.

“Is too. What time should I get to yours on Thursday?”

James pressed the tip of his tongue to the backs of his teeth as he gazed at a point above and beyond her shoulder. “Hmm… It’s gonna be more of a late lunch than an actual dinner. So probably around two or three?”

“D’you want help cooking?” Rose asked, remembering past Christmases where her mother and various relatives all worked nearly-nonstop in the kitchen before the meal. “I can get there earlier. I don’t mind. I’d be eager to see the whole process of Thanksgiving.”

“Really, it’s just like Christmas,” James said. “Turkey goes in first, then the sides are made at different times.”

Rose tried not to let her disappointment show as she forced a nod. James’s eyes went a bit wide.

“But it’d be really nice to have some help,” he said quickly. “I’d love for you to come earlier. It’d be nice to have an extra set of hands.”

“If you don’t want me there…”

“I do,” he said firmly. “Come by in the morning. Say… nine or ten?”

“Sounds good,” Rose said, and she gathered her school bags and headed to her flat.

The university had closed for the holiday beginning on Wednesday, and Rose spent the day catching up on all of the chores and errands she had been putting off. She cleaned every inch of her home and began to browse the Internet for Christmas gift ideas.

As the evening approached, Rose sent James a text. “Need/want me to bring anything tomorrow?”

His reply came back immediately.

Just yourself.

Btw, want me to pick you up?

Bus routes are few and far between on holidays. And Uber rates are expensive.

Rose chewed on her lip, trying to decide. On one hand, he was right; using public transportation tomorrow would be a hassle. But on the other, she didn’t want to inconvenience James by having him drive all the way to her flat only to turn right around and go back home again.

Seriously, I don’t mind. What are best mates for, anyway?

“For living vicariously through your cat babies,” she teased.

Rose Tyler, you wound me.

“Oh, you know I love you.” Rose froze at the natural response, then quickly deleted the words before she could accidentally send the text. Instead, she typed, “You know I’m kidding. And yeah, if you really don’t mind, getting a lift from you would be great.”

Excellent. I shall see you tomorrow around nine-ish.

Also. It’s gonna be a long day tomorrow. And as we’ve just established, Uber rates are insane.

So if you want to spend the night at mine, you’re more than welcome to.

If you want.

“Mate-date sleepover?” Rose hesitated, then added the winking emoji and sent the message.

Small dots popped up on her phone, but they disappeared seconds later. Then they reappeared. This happened half a dozen times, and Rose was about to reboot her phone, thinking it was glitching, when it buzzed in her hand.

Exactly! He’d added a grinning emoji.

She would have traded her soul to know what he’d been typing and deleting for a full minute.

“Sounds great. See you tomorrow!”

oOoOo

Preparing dinner with James was magical. They worked seamlessly around each other, checking on the turkey and basting it, boiling potatoes, cooking veggies, and occasionally stealing pieces of the various fruit pies to sample.

It was as though they were always meant to be doing this. Hosting holidays together.

James was in a tight pair of jeans and a snug t-shirt that showed off his lithe body. Rose stared openly at the flex and ripple of his muscles as he worked. His forearms. His pecs. His shoulders. His back.

Her body ached to touch him, to wrap her arms around him and press herself against him until there was not even the slightest sliver of space between them. She wanted to know how his body moved with hers. She wanted to know where her hands would settle as they kissed. She wanted to know where his would settle.

“I’m sure the potatoes aren’t that interesting,” James said, bumping his hip into hers. That made the heat in her belly flare sharply. “Thinking deep thoughts?”

Only about how much I want to snog you. And maybe shag you.

“I truly am as dull as you said. Boiling potatoes are the height of fascination,” she said dryly.

He giggled, a giddy sound from high in his throat. She loved that sound. She wanted to hear it every day, wanted to be the person who made him make that sound.

He stepped closer to her and stabbed a fork into the potatoes. The warmth from his body radiated into hers, sending a delicious shiver down her spine.

“Still needs some time,” he murmured, his mouth right beside her ear. His breath was hot and he was so, so close now.

And before she could respond, his lips landed on the side of her neck. She hummed low in her throat and tilted her head to the side, giving him more room. He took advantage of it and began pressing delicate kisses along the arch of her jaw. She lifted her hand and threaded her fingers through his hair to hold him in place. Not that he was going anywhere.

“James,” she breathed.

“Rose,” he replied. She felt him smirk against her, then his teeth scraped across her skin.

She shuddered in his arms, then turned. A cocky grin was on his lips, but it slipped when she lifted herself onto her toes and yanked him down for a kiss. A real, proper, full-on kiss. He sighed into her mouth and melted into her.

Rose wrapped her arms around his shoulders to hold him close. Finally, she thought. Oh, God, finally. His lips were soft and a little dry, and they moved perfectly with hers. They found a slow, lazy rhythm and kept it, unhurried.

His arms draped loosely around her waist, hugging her gently to him. One of her hands went to his jaw, his cheek, holding his face tenderly while her other hand fisted into his hair. She enjoyed the motions of his jaw as they kissed.

When she scraped her nails across his scalp, he let out a knee-weakening groan that made her core begin to throb.

With a noise that was a cross between a growl and a hiss, Rose walked him backwards a few steps until he collided against the wall. He smiled beneath her mouth, but let her pin him to the wall.

His hands dipped under the hem of her shirt so his fingers could map out the expanse of her back. She shuddered as his fingers caressed her skin, then settled at the base of her spine. His fingers clenched and released, mirroring the motion of his mouth against hers.

He was a fantastic kissing partner. His lips pulled and gave way, dominated and submitted. His breathing was ragged and he kept letting out tiny, needy noises that made her press herself closer. Their hips were flush, and they were rocking and grinding and writhing together, stoking the fire that was roaring through her veins.

The oven beeped at them, and James faded away from her, taking the solid length of his body away from her touch.

“No,” she whimpered, grasping for him.

He grinned at her, looking entirely put together and composed while she thought she might scream with frustration.

The oven continued blaring.

Only it wasn’t the oven.

Rose’s eyes snapped open. Her body was hot and tense, and an unbearable ache throbbed between her legs.

“Fuck,��� she grumbled, then she fumbled for her phone to silence her alarm.

She flopped back down onto her bed and rubbed the heels of her hands into her eyes. That dream had felt so real. Now, not only was she turned on and alone, but her chest twinged with sorrow and longing that she’d never actually kissed James. Or had him kiss her while holding her like she was the most important person in his world.

“Fuck,” she repeated. She swung her legs off the side of her bed and got up to take a long, cold shower.

James arrived a few minutes after nine. Rose carried her overnight bag down to his car, then flung it into the back seat and slid into the passenger’s seat.

When they got to his home, Rose chucked her bag into the spare bedroom that she was desperately trying not to call “hers”. Then they went to the kitchen to begin food preparations.

There wasn’t much to do at first, and Rose boosted herself onto the countertop to watch James season the turkey and pop it into the oven. She took the time to observe him. His jeans weren’t as tight as they’d been in her dream, but they still gave her a very generous view of his arse. He was wearing a jumper though, which, to Rose’s disappointment, hid the movement of his upper body from her. It was probably for the best.

“You all right?”

Rose snapped her gaze up from where she’d been rotating between ogling his bum and his exposed forearms. Her face heated, but she ignored it and instead forced a smile.

“Fine,” she said. “Just a little tired. I didn’t sleep all that well last night.”

“Feel free to make yourself a cuppa tea,” he said. “If that’ll help.”

Her smile turned genuine, and she hopped down from her perch to make tea for the both of them. It was nearly automatic, the way she dumped milk into the mugs then added honey and a lemon wedge to hers and several scoops of sugar to his. But when she turned, he was looking at her with a soft, unreadable expression.

“What?” she asked, self-conscious.

He shook his head faintly. “I… Nothing… It’s just… You remembered how I take my tea.”

Rose frowned. “Well, yeah.” Then she shot him a teasing smirk and said, “It’s milk and half a bag of sugar. Not that hard to remember.”

He giggled her favorite giggle, looking absolutely delighted. Her chest felt warm but slightly hollow, and it took everything in her to not slam him against the wall and snog the breath out of him.

“What time are your other guests going to be arriving?” Rose asked. “And how many people are coming?”

“Anywhere from noon to three,” James said, shrugging. “I gave very loose, vague timelines for today. It’s going to be a low key gathering. And at last count, there were gonna be eight other people, in addition to you and me.”

While they waited for James’s guests, they broke out a board game and passed the time playing Risk. They finished two rounds before the doorbell rang. Rose cleaned up the game pieces while James greeted his guest and let them inside.

“Rose, this is Jack. Jack, this is Rose.”

Rose glanced over and saw a handsome, dark-haired man grinning at her from the entry to the living room. He was quite fit, and Rose took a moment to rake her eyes up and down his toned, muscled body. She flushed when she realized he’d caught her looking and was now giving her a once-over.

“Hi,” he said with a wink and flirtatious smirk. He stuck out his hand for her to shake. “Jack Harkness.”

“Jack,” James said, frowning. “Don’t.”

“I’m just saying hello,” he said innocently.

Rose bit her lip around a chuckle as she walked towards them and grasped Jack’s extended hand. His grip was warm and firm, and after he shook her hand, he brought it to his lips for a kiss.

James glared at Jack’s back, but he turned and stalked to the front door when the bell rang, heralding a new guest.

Over the next hour and a half, all of James’s guests arrived, pulling him in and out of the kitchen to greet them. Rose assured him she didn’t mind; after all, it wasn’t that hard to boil potatoes. Some of the guests entered the kitchen to offer their help (especially Jack), and Rose made idle conversation with them as she worked on the mashed potatoes.

“I feel bad, leaving you to do the cooking. You’re not even the official host,” James said when he realized she’d finished the potatoes and had the veggies heating up.

“I told you, it’s all right,” she said. “Besides, if I didn’t want to help, I wouldn’t have offered.”

James gave her a relieved smile and squeezed her forearm in thanks.

“Though I’m making you carve the turkey. I don’t feel like getting my hands that dirty.”

James stuck his tongue out at her, but conceded.

The ones who hadn’t ventured into the kitchen on their own, James brought to introduce to Rose. She worked hard on remembering everyone’s names and how James knew them, but the information faded fairly quickly.

The meal wasn’t as awkward as Rose had thought it would be. Despite only having met them a couple hours ago, she managed to make easy conversation with everyone.

Everyone but James, that is. She’d initially planned to sit beside him at the table for dinner, and had put her glass of wine next to his to informally reserve her seat. But when she’d disappeared to the kitchen to help James bring the platters of food out, a blonde woman had sat in her place. She remembered this woman’s name: Reinette. She was the French girl who had somehow landed herself in James’s intermediate French class.

Oh well, she thought to herself as she plucked her wine glass from the table.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” the woman said, frowning. “I didn’t realize someone was sitting here.”

“It’s all right,” Rose said brightly, moving to the opposite end of the table.

Minutes later, everyone was seated and passing around the dishes of food. The conversation was steady as everyone worked through the heaps of food on their plate. Jack had ended up sitting beside Rose, and they talked to each other quite a bit.

Rose couldn’t help but notice that Reinette and James were engaged in conversation for the entire meal. He was laughing and beaming at her, angling his body towards her to give her his full attention.

Something hard and uncomfortable dropped into the pit of her stomach as she watched Reinette cover his forearm with her hand, squeezing and rubbing his arm. And James was leaning closer to her touch, which made the feeling worse.

Rose pulled her gaze away from them and tried not to let her hurt show. How had she never seen James interacting with another friend until now? What she’d mistaken for flirting and attraction must have just been his overly-affectionate personality. All the times he’d grabbed her hand or let her take his were normal for him. Nothing special.

She utterly ignored James and his dinner companion for the rest of the meal, choosing instead to throw herself head-first into the conversation around her. Someone had turned the television on and had flipped it to a sports channel, where an American football game was playing.

“Do you have any idea what’s going on?” Jack asked her, nudging his foot against hers.

“Not really,” she admitted. “Er… I know they have to take the ball from one end to the other. And they get different amounts of points depending how they did it. But that’s about it.”

Jack laughed good-naturedly at her, as did a few of the other people sitting around her, and he began explaining the basic rules to her.

Everybody took their plates to the kitchen after the meal was over and stacked their dishes in the sink, per James’s request.

“I’ll load the dishwasher later,” he’d said.

Stuffed and sleepy, Rose joined a few people on the floor of the living room to continue watching the football game. There were cheers and boos at seemingly every play, and Rose found herself joining in the longer she watched.

Meanwhile, James had settled onto the sofa with Reinette plopped beside him. To make room for another two people on the couch, they were pressed so tightly together that Reinette was nearly in James’s lap.

Rose continued to ignore them, just as she ignored the acidic taste in her mouth at the sight of them. Instead, she leaned against Jack and sipped her drink as she continued to watch the game.

Try as she might, Rose couldn’t entirely block out James’s conversation with Reinette. They talked about politics, both American and European, and the places they’d travelled to. Rose hadn’t realized how much of the world James had seen.

“My parents loved to travel,” James told Reinette wistfully. “We vacationed every summer in a different country. When I moved with my aunt to America, we would take vacations to various states.”

“Why did you move with your aunt?” Reinette asked, furrowing her delicate brow.

“Er… my parents passed away,” James said awkwardly.

“Oh!” Reinette clapped her hand to her mouth. “I’m very sorry to hear that.”

She wrapped her arms around one of his, hugging it tightly to her breast before she leaned up to brush a kiss to his cheek.

That was when Rose stood up and stalked into the kitchen under the guise of getting more wine.

Her chest ached as she poured herself her third glass of the afternoon and downed half of it in one go.

Seeing James with Reinette made it so heartbreakingly obvious that she was way below his league. He and Reinette were able to talk about travel and politics and other sophisticated things much more eloquently than she ever could.

Somehow she’d managed to convince herself that James had romantic feelings for her when instead he was simply an affectionate person. She should have realized she wasn’t anything special to James, and she’d been stupid to think she was.

She’d gotten her hopes up that maybe he might be a little bit in love with her. Now her hopes were crashing down and shattering at her feet, and it hurt.

Working on autopilot, Rose set her newly-emptied glass of wine to the side and moved to the pile of dishes in the sink. Trying to convince herself she wasn’t avoiding James, she gave everything a cursory rinse then arranged them neatly into the dishwasher.

It didn’t matter; he found her five minutes later.

“Rose!” He sounded like he was smiling hugely, and she irrationally wanted to throw a spoon at him. “There you are! Thought I’d lost you.”

“Nope,” she said, trying to infuse emotion into her flat voice. “Just washing up. Figured I’d get a load started before the food was too caked on.”

He sidled up beside her and bumped his hip into hers.

“You’re making me feel like a shoddy host,” he teased. “First making all the sides, now doing the washing up.” Then he went over to the opposite side of the dishwasher to help her finish.

“You can go back to your guests,” Rose murmured, carefully arranging the utensils.

“No thanks. I need a break.” He paused, then lowered his voice and admitted, “I’ve only just escaped.”

Rose’s head snapped up to look at him. He was scrubbing his hand at the back of his neck with a sheepish grimace on his face.

“Escaped?”

He loosed a long breath then said carefully, “Reinette’s been… very friendly. She’s been hanging off my arm all day. I’ve barely been able to chat with my other friends. And I’ve tried to hint to her that I’m not interested, but…” He shrugged and turned to root under his sink for dishwasher detergent.

Rose’s heart lifted itself out of her stomach and back into her chest.

“Am I a rubbish host if I hide in here for the rest of the day?” James asked, tossing the detergent pod into the dishwasher.

“Hmmm…” Rose tapped her finger against her chin. “Probably.”

James rolled his eyes, but a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.

“You can sometimes be too friendly for your own good,” Rose said.

“How can I politely tell her I’m not interested?” he asked with a sigh. “I thought I’d been obvious.”

“As an observer, it didn’t look like you were uninterested,” Rose supplied.

James’s jaw slackened and a look of horror crossed his face. His cheeks went red as he began to stammer, “Wait… but… she… I… Rose!”

“I’m just sayin’,” Rose laughed.

“Really?” he squeaked. “‘Cos I’m not. Interested, that is. I’m not at all interested in her. Not in the least!”

Rose giggled at him, amused by how flustered he was. But she couldn’t help the happiness and relief bubbling up inside of her.

James pouted. “Well what about you and Jack?” he asked petulantly.

Rose stopped laughing. “What d’you mean, me and Jack?”

“You two have been very… cozy today.”

“He’s a nice guy,” she countered, watching James carefully.

“Yeah, he is. I just… I feel like I should warn you. He goes through women very quickly. Men, too, as it were. Just so you know.”

James had his hands stuffed into his pockets, but Rose could see they were clenched into tight fists.

“Thanks for the warning, but I’m not interested,” she said.

James brightened. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she said softly.

He beamed at her, and she couldn’t help but return it.

“In that case… I, er, was wondering… Do you… Would you like… I’d like to… Do you wanna maybe…”

“What are you two kids getting up to in here?”

James jumped a little, and he turned to glare at Jack. Rose didn’t know whether to be upset at Jack or to kiss him. While he’d been stuttering his way through fragmented sentences, judging by what they’d been discussing, Rose was fairly certain James was trying to ask her out on a date. If he was, she was thrilled, and hated Jack for interrupting. But a small part of her also wanted to flee from the room. There were still three and a half weeks left before she would know for certain whether or not she could stay at the university. With her luck, she’d start dating James only to find out she’d lost her scholarship.

“Oh, nothing. Cleaning up, that’s all,” Rose said brightly, hating the way James’s face fell then shuttered off.

“I saw your pile of board games, and a group of us wants to play something. There’s too many of us to play individually, so we’re pairing up. Do you two want in?”

“I do,” Rose answered.

“Brilliant! I still need a partner,” Jack said, waggling his eyebrows.

“I think you’d work well with Reinette,” James suggested. “If she still needs a partner.”

“I think she was hoping to pair up with you,” Jack said pointedly.

“No doubt,” James grumbled. But he stepped up beside Rose and rested his hand on her lower back. She nearly rolled her eyes at the possessive motion, but a larger part of her was thrilled. “I’ll be Rose’s partner.”

Jack eyed them both carefully, then winked and left the kitchen. Rose made to follow, but James gently gripped her forearm, stopping her.

“Rose. Before… I wanted to ask…”

“Stop,” she interrupted, her heart galloping. “If you’re asking what I think you’re asking, ask me after finals.”

James’s brow furrowed, confusion and hurt warring on his face.

“Please. Just wait and ask me after finals.” Rose tried to explain with her eyes, because she felt too pathetic to tell him how worried she still was about not being able to stay in school. And she didn’t know how to confess that she was already head-over-heels in love with him, and that it would kill her if she got a taste of a relationship with him only to have it yanked away.

To her eternal relief, a kernel of understanding dawned in his eyes, and his gaze softened. He reached out and took her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze.

“After finals,” he agreed quietly.

Then he lifted her hands to his lips, planted a sweet, tender kiss to her knuckles, and guided her to the living room.

#thegreenfairy13 #doctorroseprompts #ficandchips #dwfic #doctor who #ten x rose #ten x rose au #au #alternate universe #university au #my fic #chemical potential #nearly done with this story guys!

[pbandjesse]

Im having a sleepy day. But i have the heat on and im on my flannel pjs and im drinking a milkshake out of my cactus cup and things are good.

Since it was the day after an overnight it's a 10 hour work day and a day off all in one. So tha2gs pretty nice. And i did sleep okay last night. I was just really tired so that helped. I stayed up and talked to Jordan for a bit but it was raining and cold and i was looking forwaed to getting some rest.

I keep losing my new chapstick. Last night somehow misplaced it and I spent almost a half an hour looking for it. I got in change so I thought maybe I dropped it there. I was in and out of the ship and Museum and I was everywhere. I couldn't find it. I eventually found it in the goat Locker where the lost and found is. Because I taken a hoodie that was in there. And then the box of Lost and Found stuff fell on top of me so it must have knocked my Chapstick under the ground at some point while I was in there cleaning it up. I was just glad to find it again.

It was a very cold last night. I was okay and my sleeping bag and extra flannelly blanket. But I still got woken up a few times because I was Tangled or my sock fell off. When I woke up at 2 a.m. to use the bathroom somebody's phone was going off and just making all this noise. So I had to go and find the person. And I ended up just pulling their phone out of their sweatshirt pocket that was hanging up on the wall and turning the phone off. And then at some point there was a big crash. It sounds like it came from above us and no one came down to see what was going on or tell us something that happened so Jordan.

I felt okay in the morning when my alarm went off. I went and got washed and fix myself up. I mostly just court all the clothes I brought so still very cold. And then I went to make the breakfast and Jordan went to wake everybody up. It was an okay morning. Cold still. Not as rainy. I did the gun drill and had the kids run the actual program themselves. Calling the commands and stuff. It's a one little girl was so small and have the softest voice. It was a very funny seeing her do all the commands. But she did a really good job. We're under the gun drilled 5 or 6 times and they got really fast by then. It was fun watching them do it. The mom was dropped one of the employment in the harbor but she didn't so it was all good.

Jordan to the firing. We had a misfire for the first one again probably just because of water in the barrel. And then I finish cleaning up. And everybody went home. Me and Jordan were there until about 9:30 finishing paperwork and helping Frank clean. It was a fine day. I somehow lost my Chapstick again. But I didn't end up finding it was all the way down on the ship. While I was walking around the ship I was looking for trash and just making sure everything was away and I was in the hold and I notice that there is a big piece of wood on the ribs. That I don't remember being there. I'm staring at it for a while and I'm like could that be what made the sound last night? And I just couldn't figure out if I remember it being there. But I decided I would just let Jordan know.

I go upstairs and I tell Jordan hey like I don't know did you hear that bang and he thought maybe it was the sign that's on the top deck which sometimes does get knocked over which make the sound. But he said he would go look. He was like that was not there. So I went down and take pictures of it which is what you see above. And we sent them to Amy and to the site manager and they were like well that's not good so yeah a big piece of consolation fell down last night. No idea what they'll do about that.

We headed back over to take me to drop everything off. During help me finish my quiz that I had to fix. And then I bite home. I looked crazy because I had my blanket wrapped around me. Because my jacket wasn't warm enough to keep the rain out. But I got home and I wasn't too Frozen or wet. I got a shower and I made an egg sandwich. And I got into bed. James had gone to go get his bike fixed but he was going to come see me right afterwards. And he got here around noon.

I have been home for over an hour at that point but I just wasn't able to fall asleep. I think because I knew he was coming and my brain was just like got to stay awake. Can't waste the day. Because I knew he had to go to an overnight at 4. So we weren't getting a lot of time today and tomorrow is going to be very similar. But he came and we laid in bed and talked. It was really nice to see him. I had a weird moment where I was so delirious and he didn't look like himself for a second. And it kind of threw me off. But it was really nice being with him. And eventually I was able to fall asleep.

We got out of bed around 2 and went to work at my studio. It's easier to keep that room warm in the daytime when I need to be doing work rather than sit in the living room. My bedroom is okay to heat but the living room is a little hard with having the big hole in the ground to leading to the basement. So we work down there and I work on necklaces while he took photographs of pieces that are going up on the app see. I worked on the fantasy hockey boys drawing. He helped me figure out which ones I needed to change. And it was fun looking at the actual photos with him compared to my interpretations. I got a big kick out of that. He says he's going to share it with the guys he's playing the league with. So I'm excited to hear that feedback as well. It's such a silly little project but I'm really enjoying doing it. I like thinking my pencil drawings. But I don't usually have much inspiration for drawing so having a solid project was nice.

James left here around 3 so he can get something to eat and I haven't up ordering take-out that I regretted. I mean it was fine I just don't really want to eat as much fried food as I have been. So I'm going to make an effort to not eat out as much this week or at least not fried things. Like soup and stuff will be okay, salads. But the last two things I've gotten eating out I felt bad about. I did get a big enough Pizza that I can have two more meals out of it so I don't feel as bad about how much it cost but I still am trying to not eat as much greasy food. Because she's making me feel bad. I'm going to go to the grocery store in the morning and get eggs and cheese. I'll probably try to get some like quick races as well and maybe some soup so I won't have to buy things outside of my apartment.

I spent basically the rest of the night in my studio. I worked on art for a while. And I painted a little. I cuddled with sweet pea a lot and I started reading. It was like the first day since what feels like the spring that I've had the brain power or attention span to actually read. So that was nice. I really hope that I can get that back because while I had a great summer it's been a little hard that I haven't been actually reading. Cuz I love reading. But yeah it was just a nice night and my studio. I came up here about an hour ago and I've been watching videos and I made a milkshake. I think I'm going to do my eyebrows and get ready for bed. Tomorrow I want to wake up early so I can go to the store and then come back here. James is going to come back here after his over night. And if all goes according to plan we're going to carve our pumpkins finally. Because Halloween is in two days 3 days? We really need to get that. It's nice having pumpkins around but I would really like to carve them. But I'm just hoping for a nice day with my favorite boy. And hopefully I won't be cold and I can be comfortable and make fun things and it will be a good day. I hope you all have a good night tonight. Sleep well. Stay warm. Have fun.

#ootd #weirddog #cat #ship #museum #satuday #day off

[samanthassandcastle]

13 Tips For Making Your Semester Just a bit Easier

Why hello there. I'm a graduate, which is super scary to say. I also am a perpetual student and as someone with mental illnesses, school can be hard. I mean, it's hard for a lot of reasons, lets be real. It can also be a wonderful experience. Below, I've listed 13 of my personal methods of helping my year be just a bit easier. Will they work for you? Maybe. I can't possibly know that, only you can. Bear that in mind. If you know something wouldn't work for you, ignore it. There's no harm in that. :)

Read the effing syllabus

No lie. Every single class I had at my last university had a quiz on the syllabus during the first week. They’re incredibly important because they typically have a calendar of assignments, tell you when you’re going to be doing things, give you policy information, have a grading breakdown, and have all of the required materials, not to mention your class and professor information.

Plan your semester

After you get all your syllabi, make a master calendar. I got one of the monthly calendars from the target dollar spot, or really anywhere like amazon, staples, office depot, etsy, target, etc. I personally used bullet journaling and created my own planner. I went over the top and color coded the classes, but you can simply put the class and the assignment on the date it’s due. This helps make sure you always know what’s coming and aren’t blind sighted when it comes due. You don’t even have to do it in a paper planner. One of my classmates scheduled reminders on her iPhone on the due dates. She said it took forever, but she liked it.

seek out accommodations

This may not be as obvious, but is tremendously important. my second semester I was taking six classes in the same department and just all happened to have projects due around the same time. I was having an incredibly hard time keeping up because I have severe anxiety and would become overwhelmed incredibly easily. I couldn’t take any less classes because my major courses were on cycles and that was the only time they were offered and I had a specific time frame to finish, so don’t start with that. My point is that when I realized that it was becoming an issue, I spoke to my school’s disability services and received accommodations from my professors. It’s contractual, and they cannot ask what the disability is, and they’re required to uphold whatever you and they agree on. I was allowed more free absences than the “unpenalized” ones, and a leniency with due dates, provided I let the prof know what was going on, generally. I always said that I was having a “flare up” because that’s not violating my privacy, but still allowed the prof to understand that I was having an issue. Most schools don’t require formal documentation from a doctor, but I had it, so I provided it. Some even are very lenient, and will have the on campus health services help you out too. 

don’t be afraid of being less than perfect

I went into school telling myself that I was going to be on the deans list, have a 4.0, and have all of the regalia when I graduated. That didn’t happen. What did happen was that I had 95 units in five semesters. Yes, that averages 19 a semester, but the way I did it was hell. First semester I had 5 classes- 18 units, second semester I had 5 classes, band, and lessons - 21 units, the six week summer I had 4 classes, one of which was a one on one which I will talk about later - 15 units, my last fall semester was 6 classes and band - 23 units, and my final semester was 5 classes and band - 18 units. Needless to say there was no way I was getting that 4.0. What did happen was I joined an honor society, was on the editing staff for the literary journal, got two articles published in the school paper, was on the executive board for a national club, and commuted 45 minutes each way, every day and sometimes weekends, for two and a half years, and ended up with a 3.2. Not only that but I had regalia for my honor society and my club, and I set a precedent for future students and got an award at the end of year honor’s banquet. I don’t think that I did too shabby, and I don’t regret not getting that 4.0.

apparel matters but not how you think

We all know that the brain is weird. For instance, if I throw on leggings and a tee immediately when I wake up, my brain is in chill mode. This is why I rarely wore loungy clothes to school. I even dressed up on Fridays, calling it fancy Friday because I love alliterations. This tactic might help you stay in the correct brain space, or not. I don’t know how your brain works. I do know that someone looked into the relationship between clothes and mood, so it can't all be rubbish.

go to office hours

So many times I heard people complain because they don’t understand something, or that the prof is being too hard on them or other things, but there’s one thing that can help with that. Go to office hours. Your profs set them up for a reason. That’s where you can get help with assignments, clarification on things, or help in other academic things. They won’t bite you I promise. You may even grow an amazing academic relationship with them. My advisor was one of my profs. She is a very intimidating woman in the classroom but a completely different prof in her office. In speaking to her about my graduation plans and needs and such she did the amazing thing of teaching me a one on one, honors, independent study, of one of the classes that she teaches that was out of cycle, so that I would be able to graduate on time. Granted, cramming an entire semester of books to read into six weeks of once a week sessions was INSANE, but it was one of my favorite classes, and an amazing thing that she did for me.

take advantage of free things

Free things are literally the best, amirite? Go to the events because they typically have free food. My school, around midterms and finals had free test taking kits with pencils and test booklets. I believe that there were a ton of free events and things for residents, but I lived off campus and commuted a long time, so I rarely did things. I did however, get a free shirt at nearly every event I went to, and got a sweet tumbler just before I graduated.

seek out associations and clubs

I am a(n inactive) member of the Phi Alpha Theta honor society because of my grades in my history courses and an alumnae of the Kappa Phi Club which is a national Christian sisterhood similar to traditional Greek life, but founded on different ideals and values. -I could go on and on about Kappa Phi, so don't get me started. :)- Both of these organizations can be started at your school if they aren't already available. By seeking out associations and clubs and the like, there are innumerable opportunities for you. As a member of PAT I have scholarship opportunities for grad school and Kappa Phi has given me amazing friendships to women across the country and will grant me leadership opportunities in the future.

don't be afraid to talk to professors like they’re real people

News flash: they are. They have feelings. I adopted a kitten from one of my profs, and I’ve babysat his children. I formed a close enough friendship with a different prof to be able to write his end of semester evaluation in emojis, which ended up in his tenure package. With forming relationships with your profs, they are able to know more about who you are and will be able to write you amazing letters of recommendation in the future.

mental health days are important

As part of my accommodations, I was given a leniency with attendance and I was able to take mental health days. I didn’t take a lot, maybe on average three a semester, but they helped me so much that if I hadn’t taken them, I would have fallen behind in my work. Your mental health is so important in school. Please don’t mentally drain yourself so that you can achieve “perfection.”

do more early on in the semester

This may seem like a silly thing, but it helps in the long run. After you go through your syllabus, take a look at things that look like they’re easy to do, or wouldn’t take long and do them the first couple weeks. Sometimes, if it’s an online submission, you can even submit it early and not have to deal with it. I did that for one of my senior projects and was incredibly happy that I did. While all of my classmates were struggling or hadn’t even started the couple weeks before it was due, I had mine finished and was just waiting to turn it in. That took the load from 5 senior projects to do to 4, and with them all due the same week it was a tremendous help.

be aware of your spending

$4 here and there at the coffee shop or quick mart on your campus may seem like nothing, but it adds up. I realized one semester that I had spent nearly $100 in one month just on coffee, which I could easily make at home, so that’s what I did. I made coffee at home and sometimes lunch and was able to keep better track on my spending.

noms are important

Sometimes it’s hard to make the cafeteria hours for meals, especially if you’re an athlete with practice during the meal times. This is why snacks are super important, or quick meals that you can make at home or in your dorm. During the summer my class started before the coffee shop opened so I couldn’t grab food there, so I started making overnight oats. I took a mason jar and filled it about half way with dry quick oatmeal, put other things (my fave was peanut butter and jelly) inside it and filled it the rest of the way with almond milk or soy milk because ya girl can’t have dairy, then put the lid on and popped it in the fridge before bed, and in the morning I had breakfast to eat in class.

There you have it. Easy peasy, right? Duh. I hope something here helped you, and if it did, let me know. If you have any to add, also let me know. I wish you the best of luck with your semester and the rest of your year! 

xoxo s

#school #tips #wiifm #university #semester #back to school

[shazyloren]

The Dragon Club: Chapter 35 - Pancakes and Pretences

Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12018519/chapters/28072212

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For Daenerys, life flew by pretty quickly the next six weeks. Spring had left and was replaced by the smouldering heat of late May. Her and Jon got into a pretty steady routine of seeing each other after work most days and having so much sex Dany almost wondered if it was considered healthy or not. But today, the 22nd May, her niece Rani was coming to stay for a week so she could do her weeks' work experience with her company. It had perfectly coincided with Dany needing to finish July's magazine by the end of the month. This also meant that even though Jon was going to be coming over most evenings, she'd said they were not to have sex while her niece was in the apartment. This was going to be easier said than done.

While Jon agreed, Dany had become quite attached to her liaisons with Jon and almost messaged him to come round and shag her silly then and there at seven am in the morning. But now as it was nearing eight am, and Rhaegar had said he'd be here by then with Rani, she'd wished she had as she ached for Jon now, her loins on fire as she thought about his strong physique and his intense gaze. She inwardly cursed. Why now, why when her niece would be stepping through those doors? "Dang wolf"

Just then, as her thoughts were starting to turn very explicit, she was pulled from them as her buzzer went off. Even though she was distracted, she could still feel his presence in her mind. Shaking her head, she answered the telecom. "H-hello?"

"Hello sweet sis, it's me!" She heard Rhaegar's voice through the phone, his usual greeting distorted through the speaker. She pressed the telecom and allowed him to come through the gate with Rhaenys. She walked to the foyer, taking a deep breath as she tried to repress all thoughts of Jon before unlocking and opening her front door. Jorah was there guarding her door, his shift beginning as Daario had left.

"Good morning, Madam" He nodded in respect. Daenerys hugged him in greeting, she was feeling very informal from all the lust swarming her brain.

"How are you today, my love?" She smiled as she drunk her coffee that had just come from the kettle. She felt very drained from her daily... excursions with Jon and the only thing keeping her awake was coffee these days. At this train of thought, she felt the pull in her loins once again.

"Not too bad, my niece had joined the debates team so last night we were going through debating techniques" Dany couldn't help but laugh at the image of the old bear helping his nieces with homework, anything to keep her mind off of... The lift dinged and opened then, she saw the infamous silver hair of her brother, done up into a bun. It was followed by Rani's brown hair as they both stepped through the lift. Rhaegar looked tired, but Rani was buzzing with excitement.

"Aunt Dany!" She said excitedly, raising a hand for a high five as she approached. Rhaegar was just huffing carrying her several bags.

"Hello, my love" Dany sighed as she ignored the high five and wrapped her niece into a large hug. Rani made an 'oof' sound. "Sorry, the coffee is giving me lots of energy"

"You never drink coffee before lunch" Rhaegar's eyes narrowed. Daenerys just flushed red, the thoughts of Jon filling her weak mind once again. She chastised herself one more time, stop thinking about him, you'll see him tonight. Rhaegar's eyes then widened before being filled with horror. "Never mind, I'm sorry I asked"

Daenerys led them to the kitchen, Rani had never seen her Aunt's apartment before and when Daenerys turned to look at her she was wide-eyed with excitement. "Do you want a drink, Rae? Or do you have to be off somewhere?"

"I'm afraid I have to be off, Elia has a coffee day with her friends so I have to get home and do some things before I pick Aegon up from school" He kissed Rani on the forehead, reminded her or several rules all of which Daenerys thought were a little silly before leaving the way he came. Rani breathed deeply before awkwardly standing in the middle of the kitchen with her bags. Daenerys filled her coffee up once again before putting her out of her misery.

"Here, let me take those" And so Dany lead her to the spare bedroom, pushing the last bit of Jon to the back of her mind with a swig of coffee. Darn wolf. The room was spacious, a double bed with fresh sheets, a desk for her to work at, a tv for in the evenings and a large wardrobe with hangers in for her clothes. Rani walked around and felt the softness of the bed, the quality of the curtains and the sturdiness of the oak side tables.

"So, ignore all your father's rules" Daenerys laughed. While she tried to not think of him, her loins thought otherwise. "I- err, I have a few myself, this bed will be made every morning. If you want to use the washer or dryer just ask and I'll show you. You will be in bed by midnight, and you will be up by eight in the morning"

"Reasonable" Rani nodded. Daenerys was glad for no back chat. Rani sometimes had an attitude 'issue' as Rhaegar so nicely put it so she was hoping for none of that. She helped her out for the next few minutes, her mind scattered. She helped to put her clothes in the wardrobe (throwing away some that looked awful and promising to buy her some new stuff while she was visiting) and she helped her set up her laptop on the desk.

"So today, we have a schedule. I have already made a rough outline of the stuff I want you to experience while at Valyrian" Daenerys spoke as they arrived back into the kitchen and began eating pancakes Dany's cook had made. They were sat opposite each other and Dany was so hungry she was almost plowing through her stack. As she sat on the seat, she could feel something in her stomach building, as if the mere memory of Jon was going to cause her to cry out. Her niece was here, she couldn't. She'd have to go begging all week. She spoke to distract herself once again. "We're going to go through how I edit the magazine first off, I want you to read some articles and show me which you would choose and why. Then, at two pm I have a meeting at the office so I want to take you and introduce you to place. Take notes, whatever you want to do. By the end of the week however, I want you to come up with an editorial piece for me to put in August's issue"

"You want me to write an article?" Rani's eyes widened.

"Indeed, I've been thinking of doing an 'apprentice writers column' just to help up and coming writers get a chance to post in the biggest fashion magazine on the planet. So yes I want you to come up with the first piece, it can be fashion, history of fashion, lifestyle, beauty, anything you want. And remember, everything shown in our magazine is Vegan" Daenerys saw Rani's face pale at the thought. Daenerys chuckled. "Don't worry about that today, I just want to give you a flavour of the business by showing you what I do and showing you the building. More the logistics of the company. Have you done some research?"

Rani nodded, her brows furrowing. "A little"

"Good, I wouldn't have expected you to do anything else. I guess you'll be fine to let me quiz you then" Daenerys spoke as she swigged the last of her coffee. Rani's face once again went considerably lighter. "How many people subscribe to Valyrian Online?"

"Just under four million" Rani spoke with a mouth full of banana and pancake. "Even though you're a magazine you still have online subscriptions because that's how the company started"

"Correct, what was our turnover last year?" Daenerys raised her brow.

"Six hundred and twenty four million, everyone got a hefty bonus" Rani smiled.

"They did indeed" Daenerys laughed. At this point, the front door opened and Jon walked inside. Daenerys' heart skipped a beat. What was he doing here? She thought he was working. Oh no, she thought as her mind cracked and her body jilted. She wanted him, needed him. But se couldn't, no matter how fiery her sex as feeling now. He looked delicious. He was wearing skinny jeans and a loose checked shirt with his silver framed glasses. She felt her face light up, as if his mere presence was enough to get rid of any negative thoughts she was having. "J-Jon?"

"Daenerys" He crooned almost. Rani's eyebrows were so high they could've flown off of her face. The way he uttered her name, it sent chills through her spine. "Hello, you must be Rani"

"Err, yes!" She coughed as he offered a hand for her to shake. Great, my niece is going to be swooning over my boyfriend. Daenerys' mind went to the pang in her loins she'd been experiencing for the last half an hour and instantly her body got chills in her nerves again. She was failing at holding her thoughts back.

"What are you doing here, Jon?" Daenerys asked, wondering if he could sense her discomfort. "I thought you had a deadline to hit tonight?" I wish you'd be hitting me tonight, her brain secretly wished, her sex was waking up, and while her niece was here that was not a good thing. "Not that I want you to leave, of course"

"Rickon had an accident with a chisel at school yesterday so I'm on my way to visit him in hospital. Apparently his hand looks like something from Saw according to Arya" Jon sighed as he sat down and helped himself to pancakes. He glanced at Dany knowingly, she flushed again. "It means I won't be able to come over tonight, I'm gonna go and keep him company"

"Oh okay, that's fine. Rani is staying with me for the week so I'll have company of my own. We'll watch Grease and eat ice-cream tonight I think" Daenerys said as she smeared syrup on her remain pancakes, not looking at Jon at all. "Send your brother my regards, won't you?"

"Always, my love" He kissed her on the cheek and she felt her face flush bright red. She glanced at Rani who was smirking at this exchange. Jon, ignoring the state he'd managed to get Daenerys in turned to Rani and spoke. "So you excited to work for Dany for the week? She's ruthless by the way-"

"Excuse me while I go to the bathroom" Daenerys suddenly found herself saying. She stood up from her seat, blood rushing in her body as jon's sudden appearance and her memories of earlier flooded her. She didn't want this to happen, she wanted to avoid it until she could be alone with Jon at the end of the week, but her libido had other ideas. Excusing herself to go to the bathroom, she quickly walked down the halls to her own private one in her room. Closing the door and collapsing behind it she tried to even her breathing out.

Stupid wolf, what you do to me.

Shaking all the while, she reached a hand down the front of her trousers and felt herself, there. She was soaking wet and it just added to her frustration. Unclipping her trousers and pushing them to her feet, her panties soon followed leaving her pink flesh exposed to the mirror at the end of the bathroom. She shouldn't be doing this, her niece was a few rooms away, but she couldn't help it. Jon's sudden appearance and his very woody scent were filling her mind and body. She looked at herself in the floor length mirror, her folds glistening in the reflective surface. How, how was she like this from just one kiss on the cheek?

Regretting everything she'd done in the last minute she reached her hand down to her wet skin and began rubbing it. And ache pulsated through her lower half of her body as she flinched from her own caresses. She looked at herself in the mirror as she did so, inserting a finger in herself as she did. Oh Jon, she thought as she tried to remain quiet. Refusing to make a sound as to not raise suspicion. The only sound to be her was that of her finger going in and out of her sex.

A few moments later, Daenerys came all over the bathroom floor, feeling a lot better as the built up energy inside her releases leaving her heavily breathing on the floor. She cleaned her floor and herself up, removing any trace of an orgasm from there and shakily examined herself in the mirror. She looked better, felt better. Exiting the room and re-entering the kitchen she smiled as Jon and Rani were laughing over something. Jon turned to face her as she sat down.

"Better?" He said with a raised eyebrow. How did he know?

Fuck you, stupid wolf.

#jon snow #daenerys targaryen #jon x daenerys #jon x dany #jon x dany fanfic #jonerys #jonerys fanfic #jonerysfanfic #au #the dragon club #modern setting #modern au #got #game of thrones

[glaceontea]

Need - Polysanders

I'm just writing this to get back into the swing of things, and it's polysanders fluff because what the fuck else do you expect from me?

Edit: This is over 3000 words what the fuck so much for a warm up lmao

Tagged: @starlight-sanders, @sanspie122, @80s-addict, @watch-me-introvert (if you’d like to be added to or removed from the tag list, just send me a pm or ask!)

Warnings: Swearing. Also sort of NSFW and implied NSFW scenes watch out kiddos Brianna's turning PG-13

Pairing: Polysanders. That's not a pairing but whatever.

-

Anxiety sat at the end of the couch, looking down at his fingers awkwardly. The others were all cuddled up against each other, surrounded by blankets and cushions.

Roman flirted with the others, receiving giggles from Patton and a very red-faced Logan in return. Logan deemed it necessary to remind them every other second how 'beautiful' and 'gorgeous' and 'prepossessing' they were.

Patton continuously pressed kisses to his both of his boyfriends, snuggling into Roman's side. The three were happily in a relationship, all without him.

But it was fine. Anxiety didn't care. He didn't care when they announced it, and he doesn't care now.

Well, that's what he wanted to believe.

He usually enjoyed watching Steven Universe, but all he could focus on was the sound of their happiness, the proof that they truly did not need him.

"Ooh, I forgot about the lasagna I put in the oven. It should be ready by now." Roman whined when Patton got off the couch and headed toward the kitchen.  Logan dragged him off to follow their boyfriend, leaving Anxiety all alone.

Nothing new.

"Anxiety!" Patton sang out. "Dinner!" He reluctantly removed himself from the couch, not sure how much longer he could put up with their endless acts of affection. He trudged his way to the dinner table and plopped himself next to Roman, directly across from Patton.

The other three happily chatted away about everything, not unusual for Roman and Patton. The topic of possible dates came up frequently, making Anxiety even more enviou- bored. He had no reason to be envious. And he wasn't.

They didn't need him, and he didn't want them.

"Right, Anxiety? That would be adorable!" Anxiety wasn't really listening, so he just halfheartedly nodded in agreement.

"You alright, kiddo?" Patton asked, almost concerned. Anxiety gave him the same response, seemingly satisfying the other. Anxiety, having barely touched his fully cooked lasagna, left the table to retreat to his room.

He just needed time to himself. He'd snap out of it soon enough.

-

"Come on, please?" Roman begged the dark trait. "Logan won't do it, and I'm pretty sure Patton would end up getting it all over my face. I'll make it up to you!"

Anxiety sighed, looking down at the bright red lipstick Roman had placed into his hand. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't reject the fanciful boy.

"Fine. Whatever." Roman beamed, his whole face apparently lighting up. Anxiety brought him over to his bed, where he could easily apply it. He jumped on, crossing his legs comfortably. Roman eagerly sat down next to him, waiting for instructions.

"Pucker your lips, yep, just like that," Anxiety drawled, wanting to get it over and done with. He wasn't sure how he was going to be able to stare at Roman's pretty, luscious, pink lips- I mean his stupid face for so long.

He dragged the makeup across the boy's lips, leaving a crimson streak in its wake. Anxiety gently filled in the prince's lips with the red colour, making them look even prettier- no- dumber than usual.

Come on, Anxiety. He's not that hot.

Anxiety made the mistake of looking into Roman's eyes, who he found to be gazing right back. He faltered for a second, almost losing control of himself because holy fuck his eyes are even prettier up close.

No, he's happily in a relationship with the other two, stop it.

He shook his head lightly and finished up with the lipstick.

"Done. Perfect." Anxiety quickly capped the lipstick and pressed it back into Roman's hand. Roman smiled, his already perfect teeth seeming even more dazzling when surrounded by the lipstick.

"Thank you, Anx. Now, about making it up to you..." He trailed off, tenderly placing his hand on the other's knee. Anxiety blushed. Oh shit, stop it, you piece of shit. He's in a fucking RELATIONSHIP.

Roman leaned in, and Anxiety panicked. Oh god what if the others get pissed at me because this is cheating and oh god everyone's going to hate me even more now and- his thoughts were cut off by the feeling of Roman's lips on his own.

All self-control was thrown out the window as soon as the kiss was initiated, Anxiety returning it immediately. He craved this from any of the others, he needed it. He wanted to be with them, part of the cuddles and kisses and happiness.

He definitely let Roman deepen the kiss, going from gentle to steamy in a few seconds. He grabbed him by the waist and pushed Anxiety back so that Roman was on top. Anxiety wrapped his hands in the other's hair, and tongues were quickly clashing, battling for dominance.

But all too soon for Anxiety, Roman pulled away, his lipstick still perfect, if not slightly faded.

Anxiety watched with wide eyes and flushed cheeks as Roman left the room with a wink.

"See you later." Anxiety jumped in front of the mirror and groaned. Lipstick was smudged on and around his lips.

Not bothering to wash it off, he crawled into bed.

Too much social interaction.

-

Anxiety woke up an hour later, leaving his room in favour of the lounge where (hopefully) a movie or TV show was playing. He found the others on the couch, cuddling once more. He plopped himself on the couch, spreading himself haphazardly over the half that wasn't being taken up by relationship.

He, unfortunately, made eye contact with Roman, who smirked with his crimson coloured lips. Patton and Logan followed his gaze to the boy. Then Anxiety remembered.

The lipstick.

He launched himself off the couch and back to his room, where he vigorously rubbed his lips against his hoodie sleeve. He threw himself back onto his bed, groaning.

He really hoped they hadn't seen that. He would be so dead.

-

The next morning, while scrolling through Tumblr to forget the incident, he found Logan knocking at his door.

The teacher's tie was slightly loose and his hair messy, presumably having run his hands through it often.

"Salutations, Anxiety. I need some help with writing a simple quiz for my geography class, could you perhaps help?" Anxiety nodded, albeit reluctantly. The last thing he needed right now was to be around the others, but perhaps they didn't realise.

Perhaps.

Anxiety followed the teacher to his room, where notebooks, textbooks and random pieces of paper littered his desk.

"I'm just sifting through other tests to get questions, and I was hoping you could help. Do you think the ones I have chosen are good?" Logan handed Anxiety a small quiz, and he scanned over it.

"I think it's pretty good, there a few bland questions but that's fine. Oh, uh, also, the tallest mountain in the world is Mauna Kea, not Mount Everest. The answer is wrong. Sorry," Anxiety pointed out, hoping Logan wouldn't mind. Logan beamed.

"Of course! Silly me, I'll change that right now. You're so smart," he muttered as he scribbled out 'Mount Everest' and replaced it with 'Mauna Kea'.

"I wouldn't consider myself incredibly smart, Logan, you're the intelligent one here," Anxiety mumbled, entranced by the way Logan wrote so smoothly. Even his handwriting was attractive.

"Only an imbecile would believe you're unintelligent, Anxiety. You possess many good qualities." Anxiety looked up into Logan's eyes, absorbed into his knowledgeable gaze.

"And what would those be?" He asked sarcastically.

"Well, for one, you keep us and Thomas all out of danger. Another thing is, well, you're very pretty if I do say so myself," he complimented quietly, leaning closer to the other.

"I-"

"Trust me, beautiful, I know my facts, and that is one of them." Anxiety's mind raced.

Oh god, now one of the others is going to cheat? How will Patton feel, I'm such a horrible-

Once again his thoughts were cut off at the touch of the lips. Anxiety felt himself lose control, the overwhelming sense of Logan's powerful kiss taking whatever control he had away.

Logic cupped Anx's cheek, gently manoeuvring him into his lap. Anxiety wrapped his legs around Logan's hips, snaking his arms around the other's neck. Anxiety deepened the kiss, wanting more, needing more, always needing more.

Logan gave Anxiety access, allowing their tongues to collide in a race of dominance. Logan quickly won, unsurprisingly, and picked Anxiety up. He moved the younger to the bed, allowing the heat to grow there.

Logan took off his tie, it suddenly felt like it was choking him despite its already loose state. Anxiety pulled him in by the collar, not wanting it to end.

Anxiety realised what he'd let himself do and pulled away abruptly, leaving a confused Logan behind. They stared at each other for what seemed like forever. Anxiety quickly removed himself from underneath Logic, getting off of the bed

Anxiety left the room in a state of shock.

But mostly, he felt guilt.

-

"Hey kiddo, what's wrong?" Patton asked the upset figure on the couch. Anxiety shook his head and looked away, not really wanting to tell the father what he'd done.

"Well, it's okay if you don't want to tell me, but would you like to do some baking with me?" Anxiety looked up and smiled unenthusiastically.

"Sure," he said quietly, following him into the kitchen. He smelled the scent of chocolate brownies, his favourite. Anxiety always loved when Morality baked, it was near perfect every time he did.

"I was going to make some chocolate chip cookies too, wanna help with that?" Anxiety nodded and grabbed the ingredients while Patton put the brownies on a cooling rack. "You cream the butter and sugar and I'll do the flour and all that jazz, okay?" Anxiety nodded again.

He relaxed as he stirred, the simple motions calming him significantly. He soon noticed the music Patton had on in the background and laughed as the older gently moved his hips to the beat as he worked.

"Nice work, Anx, add in the egg and vanilla now." Anxiety did as he was told, mixing in vanilla essence and the beaten egg. Even he started to dance slightly, loosening up around his friend. Patton smiled to himself when he noticed.

"That's perfect, nice job!" Patton exclaimed, grinning at Anxiety like an excited child. Anxiety laughed and smiled back. A small smile, but it was a smile nonetheless. "Now let's combine them." Anxiety watched as Patton poured the wet ingredients on top of the dry ones, handing Anxiety the whisk.

"You can mix it." Anxiety began stirring happily, swaying his hips to the beat of the song.

"Shit!" Anxiety swore, getting flour on his hoodie sleeve. Patton glared at him teasingly for swearing.

"You should probably take that off, don't want flour to get all over it, do we?" Anxiety nodded, removing the hoodie and putting it on the dining table. He continued mixing, Patton adding the chocolate chips at some point until it was all thick and impossible to mix.

"I'll chill that and grab the cake batter out." Anxiety raised an eyebrow. "What! I haven't baked in awhile, I needed to do a lot!" Patton defended. He pulled chocolate cake batter from the fridge, replacing the bowl of cookie dough he'd been holding seconds ago.

He placed it on the counter and gave it a quick stir, eager to put it in the oven. He dipped his finger in to taste it, Anxiety doing the same.

Anxiety grinned as the taste of chocolate cake hit his tastebuds. He could just sit on the bench and eat the batter as it is, in all honesty. He gasped as the feeling of cold hit his nose, glaring at Patton.

He put cake batter on his nose.

Patton wriggled his eyebrows, leaning in and kissing him on the nose, licking his lips clean of the batter afterwards. Anxiety blushed bright red, swiping the remaining batter off his nose and eating that too.

"Yummy," Patton said with a giggle. Anxiety rolled his eyes fondly.

"Hey, I have a trick," he said. Patton watched as Anxiety grabbed more cake batter and swiped it over his lips, grinning like an idiot. "Lipstick, like Roman had the other day." Patton laughed.

Anxiety blushed even more when he noticed the other staring at his lips. He licked his lips teasingly, effectively removing the cake batter.

"You can't have it now," Anxiety teased. Patton smiled cheekily.

"Doesn't mean I can't do this." He grabbed the other by the waist, pushing him up against the counter. He kissed Anxiety without hesitation, not even giving the other time to worry about consequences.

Anxiety, as with the others, kissed back. The kiss was deepened by Morality, passion taking over. He gripped Patton's hair, playing with the soft strands as their tongues battled for dominance. Anxiety simply allowed himself to be taken control of, never wanting this to end.

Patton's hands roamed up and down Anxiety's body, leaving flour on his black t-shirt. Soon enough his hands found themselves underneath the darker trait's shirt, working swiftly to remove it as the heat of the kiss increased. Patton pulled away from the kiss, staring at the beautiful boy underneath him.

Anxiety had no plan on stopping this time. Fuck it. This was all he was going to get, he may as well enjoy it while he had the chance.

He yanked Patton back in, putting everything into the kiss. Patton tapped the back of Anxiety's thigh, and he jumped, wrapping his legs around the older's waist. Patton carried him to his bedroom, only stopping the kiss once to open his door.

Patton carried him to the bed and laid him down, quickly removing his shirt and cardigan before crawling on top of him.

"Are you okay with this?" Patton asked the younger. Anxiety nodded, staring up the other. Patton connected their lips once more, running his hands all over the other. Their tongues clashed furiously, trying to reestablish dominance once more. Patton began kissing down Anxiety's jawline and his neck, sucking hickeys into his collarbone. Anxiety writhed at the sensation of Patton nibbling his neck.

Their lips reconnected, the kiss somehow heating up even more, when Roman burst into the room.

"Patton, you left cake batter on the bench, are you- Anxiety?" Roman squeaked, eyes widening at the sight of Anxiety shirtless underneath his (also shirtless) boyfriend. Anxiety blushed bright red, guilt and embarrassment welling up inside of him once more.

"Oh- hey Roman. I uh- got a bit distracted," Patton said sheepishly, gesturing down towards Anxiety. Anxiety groaned.

Great. That was my last chance.

"I can see that, and I can see why. I'll leave you two at it," Roman said with a wink, shutting the bedroom door behind him. Patton looked down at Anxiety with a grin.

"He's always bursting in unannounced. Not always convenient for certain... situations. Anyway, where we were?" Patton reconnected their lips once more, Anxiety giggling slightly. All the giggles left when Patton started up with the hickeys again, replaced by small gasps and pleasure.

-

Anxiety woke up slowly, not used to being in someone else's bed. He opened his eyes to find he, a very naked Anxiety, was cuddled into (a very naked) Patton. He panicked for a brief second before he remembered what had happened, blushing slightly.

He knew that it would be the last interaction between the others before they all shunned him, so he chose to relish the warmth of the older trait. He tried his best to memorise Patton's face, the way he was somehow even more adorable when asleep.

Patton's eyes slowly opened, and he smiled a fond smile when he saw Anxiety looking up at him. He pressed a kiss to the other's forehead, who only snuggled further into his side.

"Morning, cutie." Anxiety hid his face into Patton's chest and smiled at the nickname. Patton ran a hand through Anxiety's hair, thinking.

"Anxiety," Patton began with a frown. "We need to talk about this. With the others." Anxiety groaned. He did not want to think about that right now. "It's not as bad as you think. Now, let's get you dressed."

Anxiety left the room in Patton's oversized clothing, holding the other's hand. Anxiety, being Anxiety, couldn't help but be terrified of the discussion to come. Would they hate him for having kissed all three of them? As well as sleeping with Patton? They surely wouldn't appreciate that, and it was entirely possible Patton would scold him for being so horrible.

Anxiety looked down when he saw Roman talking animatedly to Logan about something in the living room. Roman was in Logan's lap in one of the recliners, his back against Logan's chest as he talked.

"-walked in on them. It was really h- Oh, hey Pat!" Roman said enthusiastically. Anxiety could feel their stares as Patton guided him to the couch, sitting next to him.

"Anxiety looks adorable in Patton's clothes," Logan whispered to Roman not-very-quietly. Anxiety blushed, playing with the hem of Patton's shirt.

"Now there's something we need to discuss, and I'm pretty sure you guys know what it is," Anxiety heard Patton say. He continued to stare at the ground, not wanting to meet any of their gazes.

"Did you really do it?" Logan asked, looking at Patton quizzically. Patton shot him a look. Anxiety lifted his head but pressed himself into the back of the couch to try to stay away from them. Patton rested his hand on his knee reassuringly.

"Now, we all know this has been going on for a while now, and we all know we've been..." Patton trailed off, the word escaping him.

"Experimenting?" Logan suggested.

"Yes, that's the word." Anxiety flushed red. They all KNEW?!

"Patton's done a little more than just 'experimenting', Logan," Roman teased, looking at Patton dead in the eye.

"Well, I couldn't help it. He's just... too pretty," Patton informed them, gazing at Anxiety lovingly and smiling. Anxiety almost smiled back.

Almost.

"I have to be honest, Anxiety was the one that stopped our kiss. I would've continued if it weren't for him," Logan confessed, adjusting his glasses and throwing a look towards Anxiety.

"Anxiety?" Patton asked, squeezing his knee gently. Anxiety looked up at him, tears in his eyes, ready for rejection. "I don't believe I even need to discuss it with the others to know that we all want you to join our relationship."

Anxiety looked at him in disbelief.

"R- really?" He asked, almost crying. Patton nodded, opening his arms for a hug. The younger leaned into him, sobbing. Roman quickly joined in, cuddling him from behind, and Logan kneeled in front, simply placing his head on the younger's legs. They all exchanged glances, their eyes shining.

"Yes. I guess," Anxiety pretended to grumble, returning to their grumpy boy they all knew and loved.

For the next week Anxiety was showered with affection and attention, always being the centre of 'cuddle huddles', as Patton liked to call them. A lot of baking went on, Anxiety helped Logan with his papers and he experimented with Princey's makeup.

None of these activities were very productive, seeing as Roman loved to get lipstick all over Anxiety's face, Logan wanted to kiss him every time Anxiety corrected something and the baking... well that went about as well as you'd expect it to.

Anxiety was no longer alone, instead surrounded by love, warmth, and happiness.

#polysanders #bree's scribblings #logan sanders #patton sanders #anxiety sanders #roman sanders #lol i did a self-insert but not really #'fully cooked lasagna' nope my lasagna is still raw #polysanders fic #logan #logic #logic sanders #patton #morality #morality sanders #roman #princey #prince sanders #princey sanders #anxiety #ts fanfiction #thomas sanders #sanders sides #fanfiction #fluff #fanfic

[probablythevaria]

It Happened So Suddenly (D96)

((This is unusual for this blog, but I was asked to share a work I did for someone a while back since they didn’t have many ways to get the work, so you guys can enjoy it too. I don’t notmally post my shipping works here, but it will always be rare. ♥ Anyway this is TYL Dino and Chrome since they based this off a post I made for them a while back!))

Distress marked the very beginning of her doorway. A trail left of clothes unwashed because she didn't quite know how, and dust drifting by from the weeks of the weakness.

The unfaltering, dismal, pains that made her swell on the ideas of escape. Though she had one escape as it was just waiting by the bed inside a bag tucked between the shelves of bland books she could never read. They were never meant for her anyhow.

Her binders lay wide open with the pages messily marked, and the papers scattered themselves over the bed by her legs hardly moving like her breathing chest just even with the devoid ceiling. Nothing but gross white and grey.

Nothing here but the barren taste of hollow charity she was given as everything swallowed her at once with demand. For her to be social, for her to be successful, for her to be the perfect daughter they always dreamed of with that amazing GPA and test scores they could all brag about.

Chrome Dokuro was thrust into immense anxiety before she could have ever objected to the massive pile-up of essays and homework glaring at her even when her head pressed hard into her pillows and covers. There were no options of running away presented to her, no chances to find little loopholes in her education everyone seemed more keen on than herself.

There were too many who cared about him. Too much noise before the final alarm by the bed where mussed, blond, hair turned over underneath the layers of heavy blankets tangling a muscular form in their grasp.

Groans filled with agony, the weak pull of sitting up when all he wanted to do was flop back down and forget college ever happened with a stroke to messy locks. Studying made him ache, made his head throb by morning worse than any hangover he'd crawled out of. And the swarm of his homework under the bed had toppled out of his satchel by then. The opened case spilled out all over the floor as his arm fell off the edge of the mattress just to feel around for the blaring sound of his clock truly forcing Dino Cavallone out of his warm bed.

"Dino, do you need a ride?" Was the first words he heard that morning. The shouting, the hushed panic of thundering steps of men just dying to be the best assistant they could be before 10 am.

He was hardly able to stand, but everyone else was already gathered by the door waiting to see his exhausted face again. To see the dark circles and that less than pretty boy glow he emitted before 12 in the noon time. Dino loved college, but what he loved more was a serious break in the monotony.

Chrome couldn't remember all the fairy tales she had read, but this wasn't exactly one of them. It was on the tip of her tongue the entire time; her mind harping to their story since day one when it was like she sat there dreaming. Shyness through her eyes away from his form in the study hall nervously because if he saw her staring then it was all over. 

She never thought about him that way before until it was all coming down to chance. 

The chance that he so happened to be in the same place almost all the time, the coincidence that he just so happened to be handsome, and the reasonably possible way that he always knew the right thing to say after stumbling over his own legs and plowing straight into the tiled floors so clumsily and without a care.

To be honest, she never saw anyone that way. Dino was just foolishly similar to the same pains she thought she could feel too. His eyes would droop before class. His only breakfast was whatever he could stuff in his mouth before he was hounded about making his way out of the brilliantly red car by the school's campus Chrome people watched daily.

His books were crammed with papers, and his hands teeming with restless trembling that came when one student breathed word of a quiz he was certain he would fail. 

It was, frankly, something she had never before laid eyes on. The concept that someone so different could be so alike to her. 

When he waited next to her, he liked to talk, his idle stance by the shaded wall so simple that she couldn't find meaning in why he'd be so close. The garden nearby flowing with stones and clear water, roses peaking out between tall posts that had strewn themselves over the lawn so vast that Dino could have waited anywhere else before his classes.

But he chose to see her instead.

"It doesn't seem like you got any sleep either," His voice made a point to chuckle slightly as he formed out a small yawn, his back leaning further to the stone wall as his guest looked up to him from her smaller shape on the green. "I can't afford another test failed though."

She wanted to offer him so much because her heart said she should. Coffee for his sleeplessness, notes for the tests he'd missed tossing and turning, an apology because she was just standing in his way of the blotchy shade while the sun started to creep along his back.

But her nerves refused to stop leaping out of her skin. It was like Chrome were stuck on one line- and saying sorry again and again seemed so silly while she fidgeted in a small blush faced away from his mocha eyes. 

Loose curls fumbled over the face that was slowly sinking back into that sleepy gaze he tried to force away even when it was all just forged from rolling straight out of bed. She could sense his playful nature seeking to come out as he snickered when she glanced at him holding back a powerful yawn where he stretched out tall along the stones.

"I don't mean to bother you if I am,"

"No...not at all,"

Dino noted the immediate response as though he had gotten the reaction he had wished for. Her speech was relaxing, her tension fading with subtle steps toward bells in the distance like it tolled for them to follow upon a path leading away. Her skirt ruffled, legs moving slowly as he found it mildly difficult to realize how he stared for so long uselessly when his voice never called after her.

She was something different. A break in the loud voices and the early wake-up calls- the demanding and the coddling all escaping his mind as he fell hard to his soul for the thoughts preying on his brain thudding against his skull.

God, he was a mess, but he was melting over the slightest of things. Things like how he'd grown to feel as though the break he wanted were walking away from him in a shy duck toward her class without a word, but slender fingers offered merely a wave of closure that he jumped at.

Though there was no need for a kiss, he imagined her lips to be so soft. And there was no reason to believe they were meant to be, but Dino wondered restlessly if her hobbies were like his own- what they could share and discuss no matter where they were.

They could stay home, go for dinner- his eyes shut suddenly as he leaned into the breeze caressing his skin softly. And she was gone. Her body pale, but nowhere among the peachy earth simply devoid of further students, he took interest in as he hurried along, unable to forget the mere words she said.

Her heart was a tower, built up with walls. The walls unlike the books forming a barrier where they could speak alone among the hollow room where voices echoed. Her trembling lip like the fluttering pages turning as he leaned in, his chin touching the table as he laughed until the tint of red returned to her cheeks. If he felt so warmly, then so shall she. Her stomach turned to knots where the room seemed silent and listening. The eyes of all watching and yet obscured by the hard covers- her walls hiding how she toyed with the hem of her skirt where he could not see.

He liked what she did. His opinions light and so gentle like the way he spoke to her with a grin causing shivers along her back. 

If he wasn't supposed to be so close then why did he lean that way- his eyes locked to hers energetically as his leg bounced as though he too could stumble and fall at any moment?

Wealthy, but rich in good looks. Poor in his combat, until he was frothing mad and determined the way she'd seen, but he was a gentle giant with his face beginning to blush as Chrome managed to form such a kind conversation. The friend he'd sought among the endless hours of monotonous work, but never found among strangers and students.

"I always wanted to learn more about you," He breathed so gently behind the books still covering their speech. "You're quiet, so I never heard anything about you."

"I-I'm just myself."

Words around her caught her eyes; the flashing phrases of textbooks and notes alike that surrounded her making her hallucinate things like "affection," "tenderness," -

"Then I like you," 

Her face was timid at the response- her body recoiling with a small gasp Dino replied to in an urgent raise of his hands and brows. 

"N-Not like that yet- o-or anything!" He spoke as though he were falling apart at the thought of romance so soon. His brain scrambling for better words as Chrome started to leave, but only so he could not see how she blushed so madly. How her ears, neck, and shoulders spread with the dusky pink as she escaped and told him they would see each other again.

They did. They saw each other often, whether it be the looks they shared in the hallways when she had yet to face the truths- the truths that she blushed endlessly at his face. All the times they shared out on the greens just trying to keep up that same, energetic, pace he had with all the bumps and the bruises she treated with a shy smile.

The moments together she adored so much it gave her chest a tightness impossible to shake. Like the shake of her head, her hands, her body that learned the cold was no match for sharing in his jacket loaned to her and on the hook just waiting for him in her lonely apartment spiced with little touches now.

His notes spilled on her desk. The clutter that made home a little more home. His hair tie when hers was misplaced and nowhere to be found as shaggy locks fell loose and brought about that timid nature all over again.

It was every detail. Everything. It all meant the very world to her when Chrome Dokuro sat alone just gazing at her books that didn't bring about the same, little, grin she gave when he appeared over the pages looming like a shadow and in baggy tees, jeans- it all was as carefree as his self.

That's why she liked him. 

But it wasn't a game of guessing reasons why, not a list of excuses to find the courage to just speak to him like he was more than the friend she always wanted- not another journal to express the feeling of happiness that pounded out of her chest and lips when he asked her to lunch a hundred times- but the notion that all these things built up into the one time it all mattered more than any moment they ever shared.

When his voice was draped in a veil of shyness. The loop of his hand over his mouth just to muffle the way he coughed nervously and shivered like he was facing a summer cold across the table. 

He'd asked her to lunch a hundred times or more, but not with his hand crossing the border of wooden planks to skin. Smooth knuckles that jolted faintly when they were warmed by his hold- eyes flustered yet fixated on the dust of blossoming pink Dino didn't want to hide until her face was stirred up with shock.

"I-I-" Where were his big boy words now? The proud, dauntless, attractive- the point is, Dino Cavallone without a single thing to say as he watched Chrome Dokuro fidget in her seat and still master that wondrous smile. 

While his courage could falter, her rose up. Maybe it was him. Maybe he gave her the reason to light up like that- glowing as his hand latched to hers tightly and didn't wish to let go when he finally managed the words he felt he should say.

"If you want to go somewhere after class today," Dino tried, trailing a bit as her head tilted, violet locks dripping along her neckline. Delicate fingers lacing slowly around his in the caress of a gentle breeze somewhat like her expression.

Light, breathless, the elegance of nature itself as she held back that timid gaze. "I would love to take you."

"That sounds...wonderful- b-but you don't need to do that!" Chrome insisted, her voice faltering as she suddenly reiterated again. "I would love to go."

"I-If you want to."

"I wanted to learn more about you," Dino wanted to say, but he didn't. But he learned so much about her. The way she smiled, her radiance, her tastes- how she cringed at spicy foods, but laughed when she was cherry red.

Her hand held everything she passed- grazing railing, lamp posts, stands, and his hand that sweat when it pressed between her knuckles softly. He learned that she adored sweets, but wasn't picky.

She couldn't blow a bubble with her gum, but it was cute to watch her try, and cuter to see her try and dance in the shaky movements he provided in the corner of the park to faded radio music straight out of his cell.

He was a clutz, she knew- stumbling over heart, words, and steps when clashing with her calmness. That innocent gaze shattering his tough guy act when they learned the moves together, slowly, getting better with the days and the minutes passing until it all came to the moment blurred in time.

Frozen. Clockwork paused just to have her forehead leaned to his in a bend so he could see those deep eyes through wispy bangs. Arm around her, embraced in his warmth with the jacket she adorned in both their scents. Fur-topped, tickling her nose as she buried it into him sweetly and watched him melt into the feeling. 

If there had been a time, that was it. To repeat what circled in his head- harping at him, singing out like a siren's call as Dino muffled his voice into her hair.

"I wanted to learn more about you," He breathed nervously, heart thudding hard even against Chrome's fragile form. "And I love every single thing."

His lips moved to her cheek, hands feathering through the intricate touch of her bangs that fell right back into place when she gaped. Lost in the bliss of his warm lips touching to her skin and leaving that gentle peck.

The affectionate graze of his palms rubbing past her neck as he didn't want to let go. Dino Cavallone smiling so hard that she slammed herself back into his hold and wouldn't let go. Not until he walked her home. Not until he was at her door, and not until he said he would get to see her again.

Because he would always have so much more to learn.

#khr #Dino Cavallone #chrome dokuro #fan fiction #D96

[courage-a-word-of-justice]

7O3X 1 | Saiyuki Reload Blast 1 | Konbini Kareshi 1 | Knight’s & Magic 1 | Chronos Ruler 1 | 18if 1 | Boku no Hero Academia 27 | Vatican Kiseki Chousakan 1 | Katsugeki 2 | Hina Logi 2 - 3

Still need votes for this.

7O3X 1

As you can kinda tell from these notes, I love random trivia, so this was a hype show ever since I found out about it. Then again, I never thought a quiz anime would exist in the first place prior to the announcement of this.

Okay, question 1 – why exactly did some Japanese staff member saddle this show with a name that doesn’t match the Japanese title at all? So long as you know O is a correct answer, you’re fine…

I love how they’ve styled the credits to be like a Q and A. That really works in the show’s favour.

Headband girl’s name is Mari Fukami, right? How does she pose her legs like that?!

For some reason, I like Shiki’s name in the Western order more…

Interesting how Kuroda stands out more than Shiki, knowing anime tropes.

I’m not entirely up to snuff on Japan’s nuclear stuff, but the Descartes saying is fairly well known and I got it. The thing about quiz shows is that you have to want to play along, which I’m not getting just yet, but this is just the setup stage so I’ll keep going. Sahara…The Metamorphosis (I love transformation fiction, so to get a question about Metamorphosis so early on basically means you’ve won me over, LOL)…I think the deeper this goes, the more cliché it may seem, but I like it. Especially because I remember  helping out at the library a lot (plus free pizza as a result…haha).

The books Shiki passes by include “The World of Literature You Don’t Know” and a parody of that Arukeyo Otome thing by Masaaki Yuasa that was released recently (which is based on a novel). Specifically, the name of the 7O3X version of the book is “The Morning is Short, Walk On Girl” (to use the sentence pattern of the original).

Ah, now Shiki’s a kiddo that gets me! I’ve never been too sociable to people and before I got too deep with the internet, it was just me and books, and as a result I specialised in everything English (bar writing, which I was average at). However, by the time I was 13, I lost my skills in English to essays. My love of anime made its resurgence around then so I suspect if I were still a book nerd, I wouldn’t be where I am today…

Okay, I think someone on the ‘net warned me about the panty shot. It’s a good thing Shiki is clearly uncomfortable with it…yeah. Moving on.

That club with the skirts really is disturbing, but I couldn’t help laughing like the brunette in front of Shiki.

Gakuto really made a great first impression. It wowed me. Unfortunately, the quiz show he referenced doesn’t exist, according to Google-sensei…”High School Quiz Show” apparently does, though.

I think there are specialised makers of those buzzers, Shiki. Or you could order them online or something, your call.

Please stop with the panty shot references…but sticking “April” in English really doesn’t make this question work out for me. So, to answer in Japanese, it would be shigatsu.

There are 50 stars on the American flag, right?…Yep. It wasn’t a trick question – buzzing in too fast can be a liability, so make sure you listen to the entire question before you answer!

I’d actually guess Gakuto is going to ask for “the nation with the most people”…Darnit! Oh well, I knew that one before the other guy buzzed in. Interesting how there’s Vatican Miracle Examiner this season though.

I suck at anticipating questions, but I’m good at answering like Shiki. “Et tu, Brute?” is said by Julius Caesar.

The guy to Mari’s left just seems to be fooling around. I’d know that sort of guy anywhere…*frowning face*

I don’t know about this “I fell in love” one…By the way, the text is here. That reveals the author is Dazai and Das Gemeine actually starts with “Back then, each day was the end of my life.” “I fell in love” comes after that.

Kaijou High School? Is this foreshadowing for a later opponent? Like, say, Mikuriya Chisato?

Stop it with the panty shot reference! Argh!

Wait, there’s a silhouette there in one of the circles. The long hair and colour of the circle indicates it’s most likely a girl, but probably one the staff want to keep secret…Interesting.

I’m kind of ambivalent, as this was one of 4 major hype shows for me. The number of panty shot references means they may refer to the event again in subsequent episodes, and fanservice has killed shows for me in the past. However, I’m slowly getting the hang of this quiz bowl stuff, even if I can’t always get in before the answer, and I know the emphasis is on quizzes, so I’ll give it another ep.

Saiyuki Reload Blast 1

Apparently, you don’t need to know much to get into Saiyuki so *shrugs* I’m gonna try it.

I think a more literal version of this ep title is “Sudden Storm”. “Squall” implies power as much as immediacy…

This reeks of DN Angel (late 90s/early 2000s) style, and I like it! Plus I’ve heard of the dragon/Jeep from other people who’ve talked about the series (notably there was an article on CR that convinced me to watch this and it mentioned the dragon), so…that was actually no biggie. Camera blood spatter is a bit questionable, though…

I have weird tastes in humour, as you might know from Kado. Therefore, when the woman appeared at the window, I laughed myself silly…

Shangri-la is China, so it’s natural that west China is different to east China. Kind of like how western America and eastern America are different…

I dunno why Gojyo is a water sprite, but that “diarrhoea sprite” thing is funny.

Gahh! That blonde (Sanzo) is too hot for me! No wonder people put characters on dakimakura, this guy looks right at home on one.

Well, I dunno what I just got myself into, but that was some good stuff! Next ep, please! (Plus, Granrodeo and Luck Life, the same duo of artists on Bungou Stray Dogs. That’s gotta be a good sign, right?)

Oh great, I left the ep running and it turns out there’s an after credits segment. Tsukigakirei’s after credits extras didn’t quite work for me, but since I laughed so much at the main show, this shouldn’t hurt, right?

G-Guh! The dragon can write calligraphy?! With its feet?! At least the joke works in Japanese and English…

That baldness joke works for me, considering I know Sanzo’s a priest…welp, if you get a lil’ background knowledge, it seems like you can conquer almost anything Saiyuki, and who knows what places it’ll take me in the future, eh?

Konbini Kareshi 1

I’m here for the VA talent, if nothing else. Nishiyama’s (Atsushi of Boueibu) getting a lot of side roles lately, which is great!

That running sequence took a good minute and a half, which is the same length as the OP. I almost noped out of there because that kind of thing is only compelling for about 10 seconds for me.

There’s something that’s a hybrid of Sagrada Reset, Denpa Kyoushi and Tsukigakirei here…which means it’ll probably get a low to medium rating, if anything. I can normally peg what sort of rating a show will get by its first episode,because shows tend to be consistent about what they do.

Interesting to note they don’t use shigatsu here.

The picture book is “The Mermaid Prince” (<- update: “The Merfolk Prince” is a better translation, so my bad). It was pretty obvious by the swimming sequence in the OP that at least one of these guys is a swimmer, or at least a PE nut (as some of the other things on his table suggest).<br>

I’ve never seen a younger brother be a morning person and the one to wake up a sibling. It’s always an imouto or a mother…

Wasn’t this straight romance, and not Hitorijime My Hero romance? Towa really has that bromance thing going on for him, the way Suna and Takeo (Ore Monogatari) do.

CS I think is a reference to BS Japan, one of the TV stations that shows Boueibu. Update: It’s actually highly likely to be CS-TBS, which shows the show. By the by, Nishiyama is Miki.

The red keion announcement vaguely pisses me off simply because I know that’s the light music club. I’ve seen small snippets of K-On, and while it wasn’t enough to warrant marking episodes off, catchy songs aren’t enough to keep me coming back.

This first meeting seems a little hamfisted for some reason I can’t put my finger on. However, it’s great Miki’s getting a lot of lines right here, although it’s still a side role…

The background scenery is beautiful in this show…

Here we go again…(basically, I have a very low opinion of this show, just as I suspected I would have).

I’ve got the volume on to evaluate Nishiyama, but the high-pitched teasing voice Towa just used is not natural at all. It would’ve worked better in his normal voice.

I get why the girls are fangirling over books, but I didn’t get who Michael Ende was until “The Neverending Story” came up, haha.

Glasses girl (Mami, right?) is reading something called “Glasses Man”, haha.

There’s a lot of voiceover here, as if the anime staff don’t quite care about their show enough to animate lip flaps.

As soon as she stepped on his foot and he didn’t give chase, that’s when I realised I didn’t quite care about these people. The pacing in this show, during critical moments, is just too awkward, that’s why…

Well, that was subpar. It has an opportunity to get better next ep, but I don’t care to stick around enough. However, there’s an interesting thing in the ED – there’s credits for scripting “Merfolk Prince”, meaning that may show up in a later ep. This ED sounds Coldplay-turned-Japanese, which is cool.

Knight’s & Magic 1

If you didn’t notice already, I’ve become so complacent with the premieres, this is my biggest season so far. If I finish watching every first ep I intend to watch as of the count I did for this commentary, I’d have 17 documented (7 more than on my hype list) because I have time, plus I’m relying on ANN to find me the good stuff this time.

What’s with that apostrophe in the title? As someone who likes their grammar to be correct, I just don’t like it.

I get the appeal of programming as an IT nerd, but it’s an acquired taste, plus it doesn’t have much payoff when you get frustrated at problems within your own code because it’s all a bunch of words and punctuation anyway.

Oh, it’s that effect where you-letterboxing! That’s what I was thinking of! (Reminds me of Erased.) Also, the ambient light is nice here, but the angled letterboxing is just plain weird.

CGI…bugs? That’s a pretty bad choice for monsters, IMHO.

ANN people have commented Erni’s past went too fast and I agree. Also, it’s just cliché after cliché with this show, ain’t it? Including the need to kabedon a girl.

Why does red eyed girl look like Atsushi of Bungou Stray Dogs? Plus, the wear on the mechas is nice.

Not every man – or every woman or other kind of person – dreams of robots, y’know?

“Trandorkis.” That’s the worst name I’ve ever heard in a while, and not just because it has “dork” in it, mind you.

Well, the look is shiny, bright and appealing and I can see this having a niche appeal to those who like giant robots. However, the backstory was too fast and Erni is way too OP for this world, so I’m dropping it.

Chronos Ruler 1

I’m familiar with only the first one or two chapters of the source material, so I was surprised this got adapted to anime…considering it’s a Taiwanese creator on a Jump manga though, it was kinda inevitable these days with all the Chinese coproductions.

That was a pretty interesting intro, even if it seemed like I’d watched the PV instead.

The battle there was good but a lil’ rotoscopy…hmph.

The colour scheme’s a lil’ dark…it’s a bit worrying, because Chronos Ruler normally has some pretty bright colours. I don’t want this to come off as a completely edgelord work like Big Order. I don’t seem to recall this dog though…

I’m pretty sure I don’t remember the forced humour spot, either, though it’s not as bad as, say, Bungou, where the director is known for his distinctive style of humour. Then again, my memory on this stuff is kinda vague.

This thing is starting to show cracks in its façade. Some of the movements are stiff and the CGI, while integreated well, doesn’t quite work with the 2D (although that’s shown up since the battle with the Horologue). “Cabalet” really adds to the cracks.

Every time Kiri speaks, I think of Kunikida (Bungou), so Victo is Dazai.

Adding the music to the show really adds another crack. There is absolutely no singing going on in this one singing scene.

Cue bad time puns. Puns are one of my specialties, y’know, so I don’t mind ‘em. Why else would I run LOL Yeah Shinichi, eh?

Victo, you remind me so much of +Anima’s Senri…and that’s just beautiful. Not many shows remind me of that. To anyone reading this, if you can get your hands on the old Tokyopop releases, +Anima is a gorgeous series, so go read it!

If Victo’s cards can fire at Mach 10, then he can’t beat Koro-sensei, LOL. (Ouch.)

Kids, don’t wear your hats inside. That’s an etiquette thing you should never forget, okay?

That was…strangely a much better premiere than I expected a Chinese part-production to be like! It’s better than the bunch of premieres I’ve tackled already and since good premieres are scarce, I’m taking it!

Update: Here’s another sign that doesn’t bode well for this show – it’s got the same director as Chaos Dragon (Masato Matsune), which I dropped after 2 eps. Chaos Dragon is known to be the epitome of road apples around the internet…

18if 1

18if was initially the only thing guaranteed to be out of Amazon’s greedy hands, so it’s great to see something so visually exciting ifnally be here for me. I know it’s based on a mobile game, which tend to be bad, but…c’mon, I’m struggling to find a good lineup here with what’s basically the death of Kaito x Ansa (it debuted on the 12th, but still hasn’t come CR’s way). Katsugeki’s good though, so at least that’s a lock for the commentary…

Quick –is this thing meant to be fully English? Or is this just Funimation being annoying?

Oh no, what a horrible first impression! Someone who speaks from their *erhem* and a chicken, aka cock…*muffles laughter* How dirty of me to even suggest it, but…well, it’s what we’re working with here.

The more I watch, the more confused I get.

Couldn’t Haruto have run towards the door? Or is this one of those non-lucid dreams?

This 16 frame simultaneous animation doesn’t quite work for me, but it’s an interesting hallmark of this anime.

Katsumi’s a Looney Toons Cat, sort of kind of…

The production values are mostly quite good, but unfortunately Haruto looks eyesearingly bad and I still can’t quite grasp the narrative thread of this show…

I just realised I completely didn’t care about Haruto getting his arm chopped off, not only because this is a dream world where anything can happen, but because heck, that arm drop wasn’t dramatic in the least.

“Anything can happen in this world”, eh? Including headphones being sliced off with a head, it seems.

Wait, so Yuko’s from his school? Haruto, please don’t encourage Yuko to skip school, as cool as that is.

Okay, I can see this becoming a harem crossed with The Royal Tutor…which would pretty much make this the Monogatari series. Unfortunately, because I still can’t quite detect what’s happened narrative-wise and the production values aren’t as great as they seem at first glance, I’m dropping this.

Boku no Hero Academia 27

Finally, we get out of that pool of mediocrity to get to the good stuff. Let’s go!

This new amazarashi OP is…great! Absolutely great match for this show…but as a musical choice for me, it’s kinda dull.

This old man is great humour-wise, but man, he’s basically Speed of Sound Sonic as an old geezer, LOL. The vibes between “little bro” and “big bro” are just too much.

Gran Torino really is a great old guy, basically Yoda, LOL (I had to make the comparison because even though I’ve never seen Star Wars, Horikoshi’s a fan). He can see weakness just from watching Deku on TV, which is what every great mentor should be able to do, right?

What makes movement flexible? Belief in one’s own strength and no fear for repercussions (not quite in the way Deku’s doing right now, but rather going all out all the time without having a subconscious fear drag you down). Also of course exercise and youth works in your favour.

Deku likes katsudon, LOL. No wonder he’s basically Yuri Katsuki’s little bro as well as Saitama’s, hahaha.

Best Jeanist is basically Aoyama gone pro (I’ll say ouch for Bakugou in advance).

Oh! Uwabami! I know she came from Oumagadoki Zoo, so it’s nice to see her animated!

Gahaha, Gran Torino is such a Mr Miyagi (even though I’ve never seen the original Karate Kid).

“Omazan”, LOL! This ep just keeps getting better and better!

Gahaha, I just made a comparison of Yuri Katsuki to Deku, and suddenly here come the food metaphors. This show became superhero!YOI with better comedy, and that’s just even more fantabulous than before.

This fairy tale AU, I dig it. Unfortunately, Mercy (@mercysorrows) spoilt prince!Shouto for me, but yes, this AU is just as great as the ep itself. Kaminari looks great in this, although I’m disappointed I couldn’t see Tokoyami. What a great twist at the end though, for it to be 1-A’s festival album…is that foreshadowing for a later arc, perhaps? (The All Might fire is both a fitting and a sad analogy, because All Might’s force is literally Deku’s sword and shield and All Might’s presence is what makes Deku a hero, yet it suggests Toshinori’s time as a buff man is limited…*feels all sad inside*)

Vatican Kiseki Chousakan 1

This one actually seems like it has some promise, and because I was a Detective Conan fan a few years back I’m a sucker for any new seasonal mystery series. By the way, let’s just call this “The Vatican Anime” and leave it at that, okay?

“This story is a work of fiction…” – The Vatican’s real, though, right? By the way, “succor” is, according to Google-sensei, “assistance and support in times of hardship and distress.”

The shaky camera doesn’t quite do it for me…There was similar stuff for Chronos Ruler, only that time they overdid their spinning.

I thought the door was an elevator, that’s how deceiving that doorbell was. Sheesh though, Hiraga looks like the dude from 91 Days when he’s tired (which is not a compliment!).

The Game of Angels and Demons seems to be reversi or something, Google doesn’t give me anything good on it.

*points at undressed Hiraga* Unnecessary, but wowee. Me likey.

“I’m the one who came up with the game.” – Oh, that explains why I had no proper hits on it…*sighs*

Biometrics? I thought we were in the 91 Days era, or at least another period in the past. Turns out we’re in the present (or somewhere very close to it).

Comparison to Youkai Apato here – both shows take care to state the obvious, but well…they’ve all got a good dose of (at least somewhat good looking) bishies, so I can live with that.

Okay, wait…they show Mexico on the map, but Google just keeps getting me hits for New Mexico (slightly off from the shown section of America) when I look for “aliens America 1945”, and Roswell was 1947 so uh…this really is a work of fiction, after all.

The most widespread religion where I am is Christianity, so it was optional for me to take RE back in the day. I’m not too familiar with Catholics (although there should be some if I bother to look for them), but…this smacks so much of my old RE classes yet doesn’t give me the same nostalgia as the recent Saiyuki did. Maybe it’s the cracks of subparness and the stating the obvious that are doing this.

This Jacob guy looks brainwashed. More than the other procession of priests we’ve just been introduced to, at least.

Bad CGI…then again, I keep these gripes because even Chronos Ruler does better than this and because Kado is its precedent.

“…follow the way like a little child would.”

So the show finally shows some promise! Why did it only start pulling out its big guns now? Probably lazy writing…

I know the AB negative blood is rare, but couldn’t there be someone else with that blood type around the Church? It’s not impossible, y’know?

Can someone verify the correctness of the Italian in this email?

I think we met Johannes already, so…it seems like this show has a propensity to introduce the viewer to a person twice over. That works when things are like Detective Conan (one story spread over 3 eps) but doesn’t work for 1 ep.

I get a sense of feeling of blasphemy from you guys (Hiraga and Nicolas) too, although I’ve pointed out my reasoning.

It’s a good thing it seems like the staff went out to the Vatican to get something that looks realistic, eh?

Wait, is Lauren a man?! Oh my…Also, from my version of the video (from Hidive/Sentai) I get the feeling the next ep preview got blended into the ED. Or was that just time constraints?

Wait, there’s a Horror Bunko? If I knew a Horror Bunko existed, why haven’t they started adapting stuff from it until now? I think people have been complaining about the lack of good horror works in anime…(Oh, I could probably answer my own question there – horror isn’t that popular in Japan itself. It’s popular in the West though…)

All in all, it’s not quite as Scooby-Doo as some people have pegged it to be, but not inspiring enough to continue.

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I’m pretty scarce on choice, so I’m doing what was previously never ever done before – I’m picking up one of my worst rankers (Hina Logi) to have a second look at. Mind you, we’ve had an overall stinker of a season so far.

(insert “Come at me, bro!” joke for Tonbokiri)

Huh, interesting – I’ve used female pronouns for the saniwa due to the female VA, but now that I properly listen to them, they do seem more like a dude. Does that mean that Touken Ranbu is specifically trying to go for a larger audience than just fangirls? Of course, for the fangirls, there’s Hanamaru, but Katsugeki’s way better.

Okay, Mutsu. 6 bullets is overkill, calm your gun-totin’ farm. Mutsu’s much like the typical anime protag and while he’s an alright sword, I never have been able to understand the appeal behind him. Maybe he’s for the people who like muscular bishies…? Tonbokiri and Yamabushi probably do that better than him…

LOL, these two. However, just comparing their stats, Kane-san edges over Mutsu a bit for everything aside from range…and that’s only because most swords have a short range.

When you talk about Tonbokiri, you often hear the legend, so it’s no surprise to hear it here. I’m just not good with sorting these swords chronologically though, so…Tonbikiri comes from the age of Nobunaga no Shinobi, huh? Interesting.

Daifuku.

The reason Mutsu carries a gun is because Ryoma Sakamoto was around during the dying days of the age of swords.

It’s kinda hard to hear what Mutsu’s saying from the way he talks, but the hot pot is specifically a nabe.

Noting that Tonbokiri’s ben out about 50 times, this saniwa really is a rookie and this era is probably the second or third map. Yagen isn’t too rare though, so he’s probably the biggest veteran here in regards to this saniwa. However, Mutsu’s number means that this saniwa’s starter wasn’t him…who was it, then?

Mutsu’s statement about daifuku is a pun on the fact “daifuku” means “great luck” as well as being a name for this mochi-like item.

Mutsu, weren’t you going to eat…?

What even is a Historical Restraining Force? Is that the group the saniwa is part of?…My bad, they just explained it.

One of the things that make Touken Ranbu so great is the propensity of it to go from battle action to serious drama or poignant melancholy at the drop of a hat.

This ED…was an odd choice, but has a nice singer. I realised the shots of people I don’t recognise show the swords when they were…y’know, swords. I still love the style of the next ep preview though (it’s even got the same BGM as the game!) and as expected, the citadel at the end of the ED is gorgeous.

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Good anime are scarce this season and magical girl shows that can be put through the commentary are scarcer, so…here we are.

“Rice Balls Over Flowers” is hana yori dango. Plus, hina means chick and since chicks are cute, I guess that’s where the aesthetic of the show comes from.

Someone likes the Osomatsu-san ED aesthetic, it seems.

How can you walk and not notice those breasts??? That’s exactly why I didn’t want to pick up this show again.

A qipao is a type of Chinese dress, the sort that normally has a slit up the leg and a skirt that doesn’t quite go to the knees.

Interesting, they’ve incorporated the panda hair accessories into the Trance.

For some reason, the production values here are quite nice, meaning either luck and Logic sells well in Japan or Bushiroad put a lot of their funding behind this…it’s probably a case of both.

She wants to stay with Nina, but unless she was either bored or maltreated at her home castle (which I don’t think was the case) I don’t really get Lion’s motivations…

Well, it actually was a rice ball (onigiri)! Geez, these puns…

Nina needing a logical answer is of course appropriate for a show based off Luck and Logic, LOL.

I seem to remember this Veronica lady from the original, which is funny, because I don’t remember Nina and Luck and Logic was very forgettable…

*tries to sneak away* Gratuitous boob shot? On a high schooler? Yeah, nah.

“small little town” – Small and little are the same thing though…

Trying to entice the lolicons with this ED is not good, y’know.

There really seems to be something hinted about Kagura-sensei, y’know?

I’ve termed this season “the race to the bottom”, but it was interesting to actually pull out a low ranker and give it a second chance. While I’m still not into Hina Logi as a whole and I gave it a 30 first time around, it’s probably better than that stinker Konbini Kareshi.

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*shakes head* Only in anime would someone ride a rocket like this. Only in anime.

I can’t see what Lion’s pointing to…

I am screaming profanities at my screen and shaking my head. Only in anime would a plotline like this happen. Only in anime!

I kinda understand Lion’s plight, since my dad used to go to my school to help out every now and again or have parent teacher interviews. Of course, that was when I was much younger, so…yeah. I think the staff are trying to get more younger girls involved in this by bringing in a “sexy dad”, but my tastes don’t skew that way.

Oh, now I understand Lion, but I still don’t get Mahiro, Yayoi, Karin or Karen.

Doesn’t spasibo mean “thank you” in Russian?…Yep. So Liones (country) is based on Russia, then.

Oh gosh, it’s one of those “There are two trains” questions…they bore me to death so much (and I can never solve them!) that as much as I like solving anime board questions, I’ll pass on this one.

The subber at CR decided to put their sub out of the way at the expense of being able to read the question. However, not being able to read the sub of the dialogue is a major problem! So I have absolutely no idea what the teacher was saying during the time she had that math problem up! (Also, that Foreigner question would depend on if you defeated the monster on impact or took extra time to properly defeat it.)

When there’s that screen with the four visuals on it, there’s a girl with a horned hoodie. I recognise her from the original series, but I don’t remember her name.

Here’s something on ezhiki, although there also appears to be a cookie variant.

Little kids always want their own independence, to the point where running away is one of those things most kids do, but then they come back. I don’t think I ever ran away from home, though. I was always too busy with studies and piano to run away…

I know these eyecatch-style screens are meant to be funny, but still…I never laugh at them…isn’t that sad for a show that wants to be a funny slice of life/fantasy…thing?

Last time I saw a bear in anime, it was Armed Girls Machiavellism…

Why would you ever need a bear repelling machine???

Who’s Belle?…Oh yeah, Belle is the squirrel.

Dasvidanya = goodbye. I’ve learnt more Russian because of anime than I ever would have without it (I read the entirety of Crime and Punishment thanks to that gorgeous Fyodor in Bungou Stray Dogs, y’know).

#simulcast commentary #katsugeki touken ranbu #chronos ruler #boku no hero academia #hina logi: from luck & logic #knight's & magic #18if #vatican kiseki chousakan #saiyuki reload blast #konbini kareshi #chesarka watches boku no hero academia #7o3x: fastest finger first #Chesarka watches Saiyuki RB #Chesarka watches Katsugeki

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Quickly checking out, I took fast steps towards the arrival's gate at the airport. I'm finally here, home. I missed this place so much. How long has it been, four years? I really can't remember. I narrowed my eyes as I stopped to look at the big crowd of people all standing there waiting for their loved ones. Duke texted a moment ago saying that he was waiting for me, I don't really see him... I anxiously looked around a little awkwardly standing whilst rubbing my arm, when I saw someone wave at me. Black curls, a pair of bright emerald green eyes behind a pair of thickly framed black glasses, pale complexion, tartan blue shirt and pleated pants... Only he would feel comfortable dressed like that. My bestfriend. I shook my head and walked towards him. "Hey its been so long!" Duke said giving me a big smile exposing his slightly crooked front teeth. "Yeah, man it was tiring." I lazily returned the smile. "Oh let me grab that for you." he said looking at my luggage. Giving him a thankful look I handed it to him. "So is there somewhere you'd like to go to, like a café or a restaurant before we go home?" Duke said as we started walking outdoors in the parking lot towards his car. "Actually I don't think I'm hungry after all the food I had during the flight so let's just go home. I'm gonna hibernate for a week!" I grinned. "Sure, just don't start hibernating in my car," He laughed. "God knows how heavy you might be." "Hey!" I swatted his arm and got into the car, soon enough he got in too and began driving us home. ~ "Camilla!" Oh god, please, no. "Get up already, it's half past twelve!" "No... I wanna sleep." I buried my head under my pillow trying to stop Duke's voice from reaching my ears. I know it's getting pretty late but hey I'm not a morning person and the last thing you wanna do is wake me up early. Yes, half past twelve is early. "Then you can make breakfast on your own too because I'm heading over to the grocery store and I've spent way too much time trying to wake you up. Enjoy!" his voice came muffled but I swear I heard him laugh. "Hey!" I threw away my pillow and ripped off the covers racing towards the kitchen. The last thing you'll ever see me do is cooking, because I hate cooking with a passion. "Gotcha!" Duke laughed as he saw what state I was in and got back to doing the dishes looking as nerdy as ever. I rolled my eyes and looked at the kitchen island where there was a plate stacked of a few pancakes. "Are those supposed to be mine?" I grinned. "Oh, yeah I figured you probably still didn't like to cook and I had made some for myself so I made some for you too." he said wiping his hands dry with the towel then letting it hang onto the oven's handle. "Was that okay?" He raised an eyebrow. "Okay!? It was a great idea! Tell you what, I don't mind you cooking one bit, totally fine with it." I laughed sheepishly. "Great, now why don't you fix yourself already, you look awful. No offense." You're one to talk. "Yeah fine." I quickly grabbed a towel and rushed for the bathroom. I had sorted my things out last night including my toiletries so now I won't have to go through my suitcase to look for my things. Within fifteen minutes I was out and decided to throw on some grey yoga pants and a loose comfortable blue shirt. Blow drying my wet, shoulder length black hair I decided to tie them up in a ponytail and hurried outside to have my breakfast. Boy was I starving! Duke left for the grocery store by the time I was done wolfing down my pancakes, he was a good cooker. Cooker? I did not just say that! Cook. God those pancakes are definitely messing with me. I washed the dishes and wiped the counter before heading over my room to get myself occupied with something. His place was pretty nice, mainly because the theme was all black and gray. I like these two colors quiet a lot, my favorite in fact. All the decor around the house must be his mum's idea. Only she could make a place look this sophisticated, well, she is an interior designer after all, it's what she does best. You know, Duke's always been the kind of a nerdy guy as far as my memory takes me (which - trust me - isn't so good either). He'd always look like that, he'd always study two weeks ahead of any quiz, and he'd always be solving a puzzle or reading a book in his spare time. I don't even know what made me friends with him. I mean, I'm not as competitive as him when it comes to grades. For him, getting even a mark less than the total was doom's day. And you know what else comes with being a nerd? Yeah that's right, your very own fair share of bullies. I've always seen people picking on him and it saddens me to see that he can't stand up for himself. I've lost count of the number of times I've threatened people behind his back. But with me gone abroad for like about four years, I think things have come back to square one and this time I won't be the one going around threatening people, it'll be he, himself, and I'm going to make sure of that. ~ It's night time already we had quite a good time today catching up, we did a great job at being couch potatoes and recalled memories from the past together, it was quite a chill day. Duke had called it a night and had gone to his room to get some shut-eye but I couldn't get to sleep just yet with all these thoughts of him getting bullied still running in my head. I thought I'd bring it up while we're having our couch potato moment but I didn't get an opening to that topic. Whatever, I need to talk to him about this right now or I won't be able to get a peaceful sleep. I blindly moved my hand on my bedside table from my bed to look for my phone. I cursed when the blinding light penetrated my eyes as I squinted to read the time; 1:53am. Wow it was almost 2 am, should I be talking to him at this hour about something as silly as this? Dismissing the thought I hurried out of my bed, I was still in my yoga pants and shirt. What? They're comfortable okay. I headed over to Duke's room and knocked on the door gently. "Duke? Are you up?" I waited but no answer. That doesn't mean I'm going to give up! I knocked a few more times and finally Duke opened up the door. "What's the matter Camilla?" He didn't look like he was sleeping. He looked very awake. He wasn't wearing his I'm-a-nerd clothes, for the first time in forever he was wearing a normal white T with a pair of black shorts. This has got to be the most normal I've ever seen him anywhere. "I know it's quite late and every thing but if you don't mind, I'd like to talk to you about something." "Uh yeah sure, come in I guess?" He said unsure. "Thanks man." I walked in and sat across him Indian style on his bed and he followed albeit. "Okay you can start now." he said looking really serious. I just noticed, he wasn't wearing those big goofy glasses, they really did cover up a lot of his face. He should try getting contacts someday instead. "Right so, I know this is out of the blue but I was thinking," I took a deep breath and let it go. "do you still get bullied at school?" I blurted. "Uh, no. Why do you ask?" He furrowed his eyebrows. "I don't know- I just- it's just a thought. I remember how it used to be in middle school for you and it was... saddening to see you like that. So I was wondering if things were still the same. If you are lying to me about this, please don't, you know you can tell me anything right? I'm your bestfriend and I want nothing more than for you to have a good time at school rather than it be a burden on you. I know how others would take advantage of you, making you do their assignments and other things. I would like to help you and make senior year memorable for you so if there's anything bothering you, anything at all. You can tell me." I gave him a reassuring smile. He sighed and rubbed his face in his hands. "Okay yeah, I don't like it. I don't like being treated this way. I don't get why people are so judgemental about the way you look. It's sick." "Duke, people will always judge you, its human nature to do so. You can't stop the inevitable." "Okay tell me, what do you suggest? Seeing as you've been thinking quite a lot about this do you have some brilliant plan to make me enjoy this year?" He said sarcastically. "Actually, I do have something in mind..." He raised an eyebrow. "Go on then, what are you waiting for? Hit me." I leaned over and hit his arm. "Hey what was that for?!" "Didn't you just ask me to hit you?" I grinned. "That's not what I meant." he said in a duh tone. "Sorry I just couldn't let the opportunity slip by." I laughed. "Ha-ha very funny. So what's your plan genius?" He emphasized making quotation marks on the word genius. "Well... I was thinking of giving you a full-on makeover, from the way you look to the way you behave to the way you speak." I beamed. "Hell no!" he looked at me with a horrific expression. That was literally my plan all along! If you think I'm gonna give up on it then you're dead wrong because Camilla Jervis does not know how to back down. "Why not?" I scowled. "Because!" "Because...?" "Just, because." "Hey that's no proper answer! I don't care, if you want to try to have a good time at school you should probably take my advice I mean come on, I'm not that bad. All I'll be doing is making changes for you to be able to stand up for yourself. A new Duke West will be attending High-school this year." I said excitedly. "I don't know..." "Think about it, it'll be so much fun. Even your mum will be proud of you! She really hates your fashion sense you know that don't you?" "Hey! Okay fine. I think I'm ready to give it a try." he gave a small insecure smile. "Chill. Camilla's in the house and she's totally gonna rock everything out." I laughed earning a chuckle from him too. "Well then, now that this is sorted I can finally get some sleep. Goodnight man." I said getting off his bed and stretching while walking towards the door. "Goodnight Cam." he smiled and I turned off the lights and went to get some shut-eye myself. ~~~ Hey! I hope you guys found it interesting so far, don't be a silent reader and do tell me what you think! ^^