#and i actually feel like i improve everytime i take breaks between stuff i do?

[livingalifeofasimp]

Yandere genshin impact boys with gn s/o who is now also an adventure like aether. Not to mention they were in relationship with him. So.....headcannon? Like I don't want where they will make aether and s/o break up. I want they to suffer! 😌 Have a great day and night!

This request really is interesting!. I hope you like ~

Warning : Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, it's purely for entertainment purpose and nothing else. It must not be romanticized in real life. Arts are not mine only the content is.

🧡ℂ𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕𝕖🧡

➳You were just an enemy, not a strong opponent but strong enough to surprise him and is constantly improving. Your presence was a mere amusement to him or a stranger  who crossed his paths one or two times. You meet Childe when he challenges you and Aether in one of your adventures.

➳You thought he was a guy full of himself but unfortunately you and Aether got forced to work with Childe in a case, unwillingly you supported Aether's decision. Honestly you never expected to see how much he cares for the people he loves and protects them, there was so much more than he shows.

➳It changed your attitude and perspective of him. Sometimes he can be a jerk . Still, you let your guards down since you both will be working partners even if it's for a limited amount of time.

***

➥Never have Childe lost a battle so miserably in a battlefield of love. It feels way far worse than losing a battle almost like he lost his heart and himself.

➥He wasn't able to understand how his hobby of teasing and testing you turned into a habit of being near you all the time, making him addicted to your presence next to him. Everytime when you were in danger, Childe jumped in the scene to protect you, even after knowing you could handle it, without caring about his situation.

➥He should have observed how protective and lovingly Aether looks at you and what's more worst to him is that you look at Aether the same way. Not a single detail went past his observation yet, this? Maybe he never wanted to observe or know such a thing between you both.

➥He saved you, why did you run to save Aether risking your life again?, everything became clear when he saw you both hugging and holding hands. Friends ain't like that. No longer, Childe was a cheerful, determined guy like he was before. Shutting himself away from the world falling into abyss, no tears were left to cry. People who knew him got concerned about his health.

➥What a great despair he is it? His situation is so laughable not even he knew how crazy his love for you is making him. He wants to make you feel the same pain, will you be able to take it?. But how can he hurt you, he loves you so much. How can he fall in love with his friend's girl? Knowing how happy they are together and he is just an extra.

❤️𝔻𝕚𝕝𝕦𝕔❤️

➳As a foreigner in Mondstadt, you searched for a job and luckily found a vacant seat in Dawn winery, since it's only for a few months you got along with the fate, it's better than nothing, besides payment was quite high and could cover up your expenditures. 

➳You discovered that it was owned by a young man which was quite surprising to you. At first you did not have a good option on Diluc, your boss who you never actually interacted with but everyone's past eventually finds their way to other's ears and it was the same in your case.

➳What a miserable past he had gone through, not that it's your business nevertheless it changed the way you saw him. You felt bad for him when he had to work alone on holidays so sometimes you volunteered. One of the reasons was extra pay, he was a good boss to you.  

***

➥Diluc didn't knew what he was feeling for you is. Is it friendship? companionship? or love?. It was for sure that his heart fluttered every time he saw you, you made him dress nice for you and behave differently in a way you don't think bad of him, so he tried and tried, sometimes made jokes to make you laugh.

➥It was so frustrating for him to see you sad. And now after all this when he saw you with a blonde guy who came to pick you after your shift made him lose his sanity. Who is he to you? Why are you so happy to see him? You never smiled like that at him.

➥It was exactly what he thought, you had a lover before he came into the scene. Again he was left alone in the darkness, alone, he is so afraid of being alone. Tears continually rolled down his cheeks, hitting floor . Why is everything so cruel to him? What did he ever do wrong? Why can't he live happily even if just for once?

➥When his heart finally fluttered for someone and he had a reason to wake up the next morning, you disappear, making his life far more miserable than it was. But does it matter? He is as miserable as he was before, did anything even changed? Diluc falled on his knees he was a fool to think he could ever be loved.

➥What is he supposed to do with these immense feelings for you?.  Diluc is aware of how destructive it is, if he loses control then he will hurt you, you will never smile again. He couldn't bear it and he doesn't want to live in a world where he can't have you, so he destroys himself before he can destroy you, taking his breath away himself.

💙𝕂𝕒𝕖𝕪𝕒💙

➳Certainly you got dragged by your friends, after all you came back to your hometown from a long adventure. They wanted to catch up with you so how could you reject them? At the end you accepted their invitation. That's where you meet Kaeya, friend of your friends though you didn't pay him any attention because your friends kept on questioning you. 

➳It was a sunny day when you decided to run errands, buying all the stuffs that was mentioned in your list, you got tired and visted the same place, you went few days ago with your friends. You liked the cocktail, it was of your favorite flavor. The drink was fresh so you thought of ordering it again, coincidentally meeting Kaeya and slowly you both became friends, helping and making fun of eachother.

***

➥This is not what he thought would happen! This is not how it was supposed to be! Kaeya's heart broke so bad, every moment it became harder to breathe, panic rose, he couldn't help but cover his mouth. A chuckle escapes his mouth.

➥For a minute how can he even think he deserves someone like you, look at you how happy you are, you are someone else's, so pure and perfect. Why didn't he realize it earlier? Why did he misunderstood your kindness for love?.

➥Kaeya wanted to purpose you, he was willing to be loyal to only you and keep eyes only for you. So when he heard from his friends who are your friends as well that you already had a lover for years and that you love him very much, it made him depressed.

➥Kaeya sat dissolved in own his sadness, a hand slides through his chest to his jaw, turning his face towards herself attempting to kiss him. As Kaeya's vision shifts on her, he realizes she is not you. Oh how good would it be, if you were the one he was holding, kissing and hugging.

➥He can't believe he became so miserable, constantly wanting to have you to himself. Kaeya pushes her hand away, his hands holded another glass of wine as he takes it down in one gulp imagining your smiling face towards him and hearing your sweet voice which are music to him.

➥Another woman leaned towards him, Kaeya chuckled to himself how dare he dreamed about you, you deserve so much better, not someone who is as dirty as him.

➥He knows it isn't possible to forget about  you so he tries to find comfort in some other women and this time he pulled her towards him, kissing her deeply, tears falled down his eyes. Oh how good it would be if she was you. 

🖤ℤ𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕚🖤

➳By the time you went back to meet your grandma, everything around the corner changed. You were happy to be able to meet her and see all those places you used to go when you was a kid, reminiscing and meeting all your old neighbors and childhood friends. They are still as fun as they were before.

➳When you got home you saw a handsome stranger in the living room and was shocked, he didn't seem to be a guy who could harm you or your grandma, by the way where is she?. Zhongli decides to introduce himself to free you from any discomfort.

➳Then suddenly your Grandma came in with a tray of food and started complimenting Zhongli saying that he is kind enough to help her with everything when no one is here with her. You thanked Zhongli for being so nice to your Grandma. You didn't knew that your Grandma was rooting for you both because she thought Zhongli is a good guy who can keep you happy all your life.

➳Strangely you always found yourself alone with Zhongli most of the time, and when you knew why these coincidences happened, you explained to your Grandma that you already had someone and humbly rejected Zhongli.

***

➥Zhongli holded his head with his hands so hard, hoping to stop his thoughts about you. It was not his plan to love because they are gonna die anyways like his friends did. So why isn't he able to think you are dead for him. Your face, laugh, smiles and everything, even a smallest detail constantly hovers over his mind.

➥This is not what he is expected to do, but he just can't stop thinking about you and the more he thinks about you, the more sinful it becomes, desiring to tear down your perfect picture with your loved one and pull you to him. He can easily take you to himself, you will eventually love him, if you get to know him, his love, you surely will love him, right?.

➥Zhongli notices that his thoughts are becoming so corrupt, he must stop it. Zhongli threw all the expensive objects placed on the table with a shout losing his composure. Does she know how much he is going through? Tears threatened to fall down from his eyes, so Zhongli raised his head to prevent them from falling.

➥He never experienced such feelings, so much pain for not getting a chance to be with the person he wants the most. He is supposed to happily accept your decision and wish a good life for you and Aether but his heart wants to take you for himself and make you love only him; however, he must do what is right. Perhaps what's best for him is to think you are dead and grieve. Since he hardly believes he can ever stop feeling what he feels for you. He is such a fool for you.

#genshin impact #yandere #yandere genshin impact #yandere x reader #tumblr #tumblrfeed #yandere story #genshin impact diluc #genshin impact zhongli #genshin impact childe #genshin impact kaeya #yandere childe #yandere boy #yandere Diluc #Yandere kaeya #yandere Zhongli #yandere zhongli x reader #yandere childe x reader #yandere diluc x reader #yandere kaeya x reader #yandere childe headcanons #yandere diluc headcanons #yandere kaeya headcanons #yandere Zhongli Headcanons

[croatian-nt]

Livi podcast

The guests of the podcasts are Dominik Livaković and Marjan Mrmić(who is goalie coach)

Translation under the cut

Host: Tell me a bit about your season in Dinamo. It was one of, if not the best season ever in Dinamo. What would you say, what happened? How did you guys become so good?

Livi: I guess there are more quality players now. And we worked well together and..yeah. I guess something just clicked

Marjan: He is being humble. Dominik had an excellent season and he knew how to stay calm in stressful situations and that calmed the rest of the team

Livi: *looks at the floor*

Host: was losing against Ferencvaros the turning point? What made you all be that much better after?

Livi: well I suppose it was important. I mean, I think I could almost say it was a good thing we lost so early on, considering the rest of the season

Host: I am not sure director of finances in dinamo agrees

Livi, laughing: well no, probably not but I think we brought it enough money later on

Host: you defended a penalty against Cluj. Well two actually. Was that harder to do or was watching Suba defending penalties during WC?

Livi: oh wow *laughs * that's-I mean you can't compare those two things. Completely different feelings. But I suppose there wasn't that much pressure put on me during those penalities because I didn't know they would be the last. But Suba is probably one of the best goalies Croatia ever had, if not the best. So I really don't think that's comparable

 Host: Alright, first card break. You need to choose between two things

Marjan: Nutmerg or dribble?

Livi: what?

Host: *repeats it *

Livi: *loading * oh! Nutmeg. *laughs * especially when it's Vida

Host: did that happen?

Domo: *yelling from the background * (I think he said "he didn't say that!" But it's not clear) *

Livi: *laughs * Anyway, next question

 Marjan: Meat or fish?

Livi: Hmm. Meat

 Marjan: Pizza or hamburger?

Livi: Pizza. Especially after a winning game

 Host: how did you start with your goalie career? Since most guys want to score a goal

Livi: well, I can't quite remember. I was attacker one day and goalie the next. I like the way goalies threw themselves to catch a ball I guess

 Host: are all goalies this calm? Or are you and Marjan exceptions?

Livi: I mean, there are some goalies that are crazy *laughs, shakes his head * but I am more of a calm type. Works better for me. Although there is that saying 'you are a goalie? You must be crazy' so you know

 Host: Second card break. It's who in the national team...?

Marjan: who takes the longest to get read in the nt?

Livi: oh, Vida

Marjan: Who runs the fastest?

Livi: Vida

Host: Vida, again?

Livi: *shrugs, laughing *

Livi: who has the most precise shoot?

Marjan: right now? Oršić

Host: Livi, would you agree as his teammate?

Livi: well yes, of course he is very good. But Vida is also very good, especially recently, he scored a lot

Marjan: who has the best hairstyle?

Livi: * laughs, covers his mouth*

Host: yeah, you can use Vida again here

Livi: yeah, yeah... Vida has the best hair

Livi: who has the best sense of humor?

Marjan: Vida

*all laugh, Domo yelling again from the background *

 Host: so your first, well second game, against England, what do you remember from it? Were you nervous?

Livi: yes, of course. When I read the list of names of their players...I certainly felt nervous. It has been...what? 5 years since then?

Host: 3, 4 years actually. Autumn in 2018?

Livi: Really?

 Host: who are players who you find most fun? The ones whose company you liked the most during WC?

*Livi, looking at Vida and laughing *

Host: EXCEPT for Vida

Livi: Then, there were also Šime, Dejan and Broz

 Host: except for not missing being on a bench, do you miss Suba in nt?

Livi, smiling: yes, I miss him. I miss him a lot. We have been on a coffee the other day, actually

Host: what would you say, how did you improve as a goalie? But please don't give me a generic answer like, experience

Livi: experience *laughs * I am kidding, I am kidding. But I have been working on playing with my foot a lot. That's what I concentrate on the most and I think I improved. Other goalie stuff well...you learn in every training

 Host: okay, new set of cards, but with one new rule. Who would you choose from nt but WITHOUT Domagoj Vida

Marjan: who would you choose as a singer in a band

Livi, laughing: who else am I supposed to choose? Who else?

Host: alright, alright. I'll give you that one

Marjan: who would you let babysit your kid for a few hours?

*Livi, laughing*

Host: no. No you can't

Livi: hmmm. Then I suppose either Kale or Vrsaljko. They have a lot of experience

Livi: who would you let choose your outfit

Marjan: hmmm. Dominik

Marjan: who would you choose as a co-driver on rallying?

Livi: oh, Šime for sure. When he presses accelator...he doesn't stop

  Host: so tell me, do you plan to stay in Dinamo forever? Or did you have some plans for future clubs?

Livi: I don't think much ahead. Everytime I do, it doesn't exactly end up that way. We'll see. I feel good in Dinamo right now. We have amazing results and I feel like home. Zadar is close, too

Host: Well then. Don't forget about out deal. If you sign up for Barcelona you have to go to every nt conference for the rest of your career

Livi: *laughs awkardly *

Host: I hope it still counts. I mean Ter Stengen isn't bad but I am holding onto your word about that

Livi: alright

 Host: Let's ask something more private. We know you are in a relationship and by recent covid regulations we are allowed to have bigger weddings again so...I am kidding, but in all seriousness did you think about starting a family?

Livi: well yes, of course I have. I mean, all the people I know that have children think of them as biggest blessing. I do want that, at some point

 Host: pets?

Livi, smiling again: yes, Cruz

Host: what breed is he?

Livi: pomsky. Do I really need to explain?

Host: ...a bit

Livi: * explains *He is wonderful. I mean he is mine, but...he is really wonderful. He makes you so happy, especially when you come home after being away...it's amazing

 Host: Helena used to do ice skating and according to Vida, you are the best dancer on the team. That means your first dance will be amazing

Livi: *laughs * I am not so sure about that. I think I'll need to practice a lot, even more than I did to learn how to defend a goal. But we'll see how that'll go. And I have to say that Vida lied. But maybe he is the best. He dances...really good

Host: he has a good sense for rhythm?

Livi: he rips shirts a lot

 Host: New card break. Favorites

Marjan, reading a question from the card: what's your favorite childhood moment?

Host: the one that isn't connected to football

Livi: not connected to fooball. Uff. I am not sure I remember. Hmmm

Host: that far away huh?

Livi: *laughs * yeah. I guess coming back from school and everything being alright(I am guessing he means grades wise)

Host: that moments were so rare huh?

 Marjan: Favorite series?

Livi: Game of Thrones

 Host: what's your hobbies, except for series? What so you do when you don't play football

Livi: well, I actually like to play basketball. I am from Zadar, after all. I started with basketball first actually, before switching to football

 Host: okay, I gotta ask. Why do goalies spit in their gloves?

Livi: well so the ball sticks to them better. So it doesn't fall out of our hands *rubs palms together * so they are...wet. *realizes what he said * but yeah uh. Mostly so you don't drop the ball

 Host: do you prefer long or short sleeved jersey? And how do you choose that?

Livi: I like long sleeved one better

Host: except when it's really hot?

Livi: yeah...when it's really hot I choose short sleeved undershit

 Host: Anyway, you guys told me not to make this too long considering there is a final of Europe league that you want to watch. Any preferences about who wins?

Livi: No, I think both teams are great. They have different qualities so, we'll see

Marjan: I think Manchester United will win. Longer tradition

Host: Either way, thank you guys for participating in today's podcast. And to everyoone who is watching, I hope you'll watch us tomorrow as well. Goodbye

#dominik livakovic #marjan mrmic #vatreni podcast #croatia nt

[anotheronechicagobog]

The Crackship Sails To Molly’s-I’m Not A Nurse - Rheese - Connor Rhodes x Sarah Reese

written by: @anotheronechicagobog​

A/N: My second Halloween fic, and my first Rheese fic, hope you guys like it!

Warnings: swearing, mention of drugs, mention of how Halloween has been oversexualized, Protective!Ethan, seriously he threatens him and it’s a little intense

Sarah used to love Halloween. Her favourite nanny, Katya, used to be a seamstress and so she would hand make Sarah’s costumes. Sarah had loved it so much that she’d actually gotten the older woman to teach her how to sew, something that came in handy later in life for suturing, and she had been making her own costumes since Katya left to pursue another career. But as she got older new problems arose. Starting at fourteen she was expected to dress in... Revealing costumes. And Sarah did not like that, first of all, it was disgusting to expect women to dress in ‘slutty’ costumes, and second, it was appalling that the expectation was pressured on them so young. So the magic of Halloween she’d loved as a kid shattered, she didn’t even dress up for the holiday anymore unless it was for a costume party where she knew it would be appreciated. That Halloween, she was working in the ED. Even worse, it was the night shift. That meant the usual hell of calling time of death and cranky nurses, while also dealing with drunk morons who use Halloween as an excuse to fuck shit up.

Most of the usual ED staff wasn’t scheduled that night, they were here during the day which had been bad enough, but Sarah, Ethan, Connor, and Ava were all working doubles. Ethan was still avoiding April after their breakup and Noah was helping move her stuff out of their apartment that night before heading to Molly’s, Connor had requested it for some unknown reason, and Ava stayed because she and her girlfriend had gotten into a bad fight but she was using a patient’s touch-and-go condition as an excuse. Sarah downed her sixth coffee before stepping back out into the pits of hell. Connor wasn’t in the ED, probably went back up to the cardiology wing to help with Ava’s patient. Their relationship had improved drastically when Ava figured out she’s gay. It wasn’t something that was accepted in South Africa so she repressed it, even in Chicago, until she met Emily Foster. Ethan was sitting behind a computer with nurses bustling behind him, glaring at his computer screen. Sarah suspected it had less to do with whatever he was reading and more to do with whatever Doris was gossiping about right behind him.

Doris was an excellent nurse. Intelligent, experienced, and sympathetic when necessary. Unfortunately her sympathy did not extend to the other staff at MED whenever they were going through something gossip-worthy, read: deeply personal and often heartbreaking. Sarah had a basic amount of respect for her, but it didn’t expand past more than that since she heard her call Natalie the ‘ice princess’. The woman lost her husband and then found out she was pregnant a month later, had to deal with her mother-in-law constantly, all while continuing her fellowship, and Doris couldn’t say anything nice about her? And while she was right behind her. Another flaw of Doris’, she rarely kept stock of where anyone was in the ED at any given time so she usually ended up supplying MED’s gossip mill right in front of whoever it was about. It was distasteful, really.

“Dr. Reese, incoming, you’re going to treatment three.” 

“What do we have?” Sarah’s eyes began wandering them patient’s body, taking mental notes, as she listened to the debrief from Sylvie Brett and Gianna Mackey. “Male, 24, laceration on the forehead, we stopped the bleeding, but he lost consciousness once at the scene and three times on th way over. He was in a bar fight.”

“Okay, transfer on my count, 1, 2, 3. Good, thanks guys, be careful tonight.”

“You too, Reese.” And with that, the two paramedics left leaving her with a drunk patient and a couple of nurses. Sarah went through her usual checklist of examinations based on the physical exam, questions answered by the patient, and information from the paramedics. “Can you tell me your name?”

“My name’s Brad, am I terr yous anytingting yous wans tas know.”

“Well Brad, my name is Dr. Reese, does anything hurt?”

“Non, non, nona, yous a nurse, ot a-”

“I assure you Brad, I am a doctor, now can you please tell me if you’re feeling any pain and where?”

“Nursh, yous nursh. Where you fish nets? Ans I wants yous boobies.”

“Okay, let’s get him to CT and run a tox screen, his bandage is good for now and the wound is clear, I’ll stitch him up after we run the tests.”

“SOW ME YOUS BOOBIES!”

“... Are there any male nurses available?”

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The rest of Reese’s night went like that, drunken fools, high morons, and an absolutely swamped ED. Brad shockingly did not have a concussion, and was refusing to let Sarah stitch him up and send him out. She would have just let him sign out AMA, but his tox screen came back with copious amounts of alcohol and ecstasy in his system, so she couldn’t under good conscience let him sign out and leave without the proper treatment in his state. So he was moaning and groaning about... Everything and kept demanding a ‘real’ doctor. “Hey Sarah.” She turned to face him, her shoulder relaxing as she signed in relief at the sound of his voice. A beaming smile graced his features that immediately made Sarah’s day and she really wished that they could just stay like that for the rest of shift. Or eternity, either would do.

“Hi Connor, how are things up in cardiology?”

“Good, good, they don’t really need me up there so I came back down here. Were you scheduled for just the ED tonight or neuro aswell?”

“Just the ED for tonight, I’ve been putting in more hours up there recently so Ms. Goodwin suggested a couple of doubles to catch up.”

“Ah, hey have you seen the movie ‘Knives Out’ yet?” Connor had tensed slightly, and was giving an odd amount of attention to an old coffee mug sitting on the nurse’s station, and a nervous look drained onto his face as he glanced between Sarah and literally anything else. Honestly it bummed Srah out a little, working with Connor was the only silver lining she had while working the graveyard shift, and she’d be lying if she said that her heart didn’t hurt a little everytime Connor looked less than ecstatic. She’d also be lying if she said she wasn’t head over heels in love with him.

“No, I just haven’t had the time! I have to keep running out of the room anytime my housemates talk about the movie so I don’t get any spoilers.”

“I still haven’t seen it either, maybe we could make a day of it, grab some dinner at that Thai place you like and then head over to that theatre by Navy Pier to watch it?”

“You know what Connor, that sounds like a great idea.” And just like that, Connor perked up, his smile was back and so was Sarah’s.

“Really? I mean-”

“Nursh! NURSH! NURSH REESH!” Connor cocked his eyebrow in annoyance un the direction of Brad’s room. Both at the interruption and at the language the man was using.“I keep telling him I’m not a nurse but he just won’t listen to me. And he’s in detox right now so we can’t discharge him yet.”

“Do you want some back up?”

“No, I’m good Connor, but thanks.” So Connor stayed in place as she drifted over to treatment three, his lips pursed together in worry. “Reese’ll be fine, man, she can take care of herself. And did I overhear incorrectly, or did you FINALLY ask Sarah Reese, third year ED and neuro resident, out on a date?”

“... Shut up, Choi.” All the other man could do was let out a boisterous laugh, while Connor didn’t really appreciate that all the attention was on them now, or that he was being mocked for finally addressing his feelings, Connor had to admit, he hadn’t seen Choi laugh in a while, let alone so sincerely. So he cracked an embarrassed smile and chuckled along with him. “I’m happy that I won’t have to see you looking after like a lost puppy, but in all seriousness, Reese is like a little sister to me. I you hurt her I’ll string you up by your toes and make you eat your own kidney.” Choi’s eyes had gone completely devoid of amusement, they were hollow and dead serious, at that moment Choi looked how he did whenever he had to think about his time overseas. A pang of fear fluttered through his chest. “I’ll- ahm- I’ll keep that in mind.” Connor forced himself to break eye contact and Choi nodded definitively. The tension still hadn’t dissipated by the time Sarah got back. “You know, I used to love Halloween. I used to handmake all of y costumes. Now? Hate. It. Women are expected to dress in ‘slutty’ costumes, and everytime I work the day of, before, or after Halloween I get idiots who will ask why I’m not in my ‘proper uniform’, and some more idiots who are far to handsy. I just can’t wait for this shift to be over.” 

“I take it Brad is being a little too friendly, then?”

“Yeah, I just have to keep thinking ‘only one more hour, only one more hour’.”

“And you used to make your own costumes? They must have been great!”

“They were! When I was twelve I was Medusa, fourteen I was one of the Beauxbatons from ‘Harry Potter’, Poison Ivy when I was sixteen, I had a lot of awesom costumes over the years but those were my top three. Oh! I saved pictures to my phone, hold on.”

“Well why don’t you still dress up? You clearly love it, and those costumes are amazing.”

“Other people have certain expectations for Halloween, as I mentioned before, and I started to get a lot of negative attention for it. So unless I’m going to a Halloween party that hasn’t been thrown by horny teenagers masquarading as adults, I just don’t dress up anymore.”

“I’m sorry Sarah. It’s a bit too late for this year, I think you’ve inspired me to throw a Halloween party next year.”

“Connor, you don’t have to do that just for me.”

“I know, which is why I’ll also be doing it for me. I used to like Halloween too, but like you said, it just gets so... Pervy when you grow up. I think it’d be really nice to have a Halloween where I can get excited about costumes again, it used to be my favourite part, too.”

“I’ll right, well I’ll keep my calendar open. For that one day, three hundred and sixty-four days from now.”

“That’s great. I loo forward to it.”

“And as for our ‘Knives Out’ date, would you be free for it tonight?”

“Uh...” Connor was taken aback, he had asked her out, yes, but he wasn’t sure if it actually came across as a date. And he was too nervous to ask himself because he really liked Sarah, she had become one of his best friends and she truly had carbed out her own spot in Connor’s heart, something he welcomed. “Unless... You didn’t aske me out and I just and I just made everything super awkward...” Connor could see Sarah start to internally chastise herself, so he gently grabbed her elbow before she could walk away, hope blooming inside of him. “I did ask you out on a date, and tonight sounds perfect.”

“Really?” Sarah smiled up at him and Connor couldn’t help but wonder what exactly he did to be lucky enough to have her in his life. “Yeah, really.”

“Well, I guess I’ll see you later tonight, Connor.”

“Yeah, you will.” And twenty minutes later, after both of their shifts had ended and they were free to go, they left smiling, excited for the future and not despising a mutually memorable holiday as much as they did going in.

#One Chicago #chicago med #connor rhodes #connor rhodes x sarah reese #Sarah Reese #sarah reese x connor rhodes #rheese #ethan choi

[mayday-phanade]

A Collection of Comparisons Between the First and Last show of Tousute: Hiden Yui no Me no Hototogisu

Beware of ALL SORTS of spoilers!! I watched both separately, then rewatched the scene after Manba’s Shinken Hissatsu (often referred to as eienrin from the title of the english song that was playing) to the ending side by side with each other and here are the most notable differences (in lines, acting, etc.) i noticed (sprinkled with my own opinions and interpretations): READ UNDER THE CUT! 

1.) The most obvious thing I think everyone would be able to notice right away is the difference in the acting prowess of ALL the actors. Although they said most of the same lines, did most of the same stunts and action scenes, there is a definite shift in the way they portrayed the characters across both plays.

Most important to note would be Mikazuki, who at first seemed more smug and confident, more like he definitely knew something everyone else didn't. His resolve was firm and he was visibly untouchable (in a sense that he had no plans of giving up whatever act he was doing). In the last play, however, he looked softer when he was talking to everyone and definitely looked like his resolve was weakening; and that more than anything else he is just so tired of repeating the loop again and again.

Because Manba is also the main character, I decided to highlight the HUGE gap between his character in the first and last play. In the first play and in the final battle, he seemed very angry at the situation and at the fact that he couldn't do anything about it. However, for the remainder of the play he was almost calm and collected (a proof of his growth) and the only time we saw him truly break his facade of bravery was when he heard Hasebe was willing to cut down Mikazuki without the saniwa ordering them to yet, and just from merely suspecting that he is a traitor. From then on he started to become more frustrated by the second, and in the final battle his anger was definitely accentuated. In contrast; in the last play, since the very beginning, Manba was frantic and frustrated at everything that is happening. Every line and every action was heightened with an intensity that wasn't there before. In the final battle, Manba definitely exceeded "anger, frustration, etc.", but before anything else just looked so... sad. Both he and mikazuki had been reduced to nothing but sadness, like everything else has been sucked out of them in the numerous times they fought. However, in the actual fight itself, they both went all out, with Mikazuki not bothering to mask his emotions and Manba all but screaming and bawling his heart out; as though every time they went through the loop, it was building up to this very moment alone. It was almost as if Manba was betting everything that he is and holds dear to that single moment, which leads me to believe that it was the reason why he finally won.

Again, because Tousute is a production who rehearses in new theaters all the time to adjust to the stages, this might also be the fruit of the actors themselves improving; or the director/actors deciding to make minor changes as they see fit. However, I would also not rule out the possibility that doing the performances again and again has become akin to a loop to the actors themselves and all of their pain, all of their emotions towards tousute, and everything they hold dear about it may have accumulated all through out the runs and was finally released in the last play.

In the scene where Honebami had to kill Ashikaga, he said the line "I’m not supposed to have memories, but why do I feel pain?" and I feel like the same can be said to the Toudan (except Mikazuki) inside the loop. They are not supposed to remember what transpires everytime the loop resets. However, I feel like their emotions has become too strong that they transcend the mere constraints of "memories" and become something that they carry through out the numerous cycles of the loop. Their minds may not remember, but I think it's not impossible that some part of them will never forget just how much suffering they went through and will go through again and again.

2.) In the fight between Mikazuki and Manba, you can clearly see the difference of the emotions portrayed throughout. If you've read Makki (Manba)'s post  about the play, you'll understand the part that he was talking about fighting Mikazuki and at first just being merely sad about it, but in the last shows literally being so frustrated about it and gaining the resolve to "save him" this time around. It speaks for itself through the way they fought with so much more emotions in the last play.

3.) When Mikazuki was saying "if it's you, i'm sure you'll be able to break the loop" (or something like that) in the last play, he added "because you're quite the sooty sun (a reference to what he said to him when they fought together against the HRA in Kyouden and Manba said it was ridiculous to call him "the sun"). It's interesting to note the fact that he didn't say it in the first play. I'm not sure whether the line was simply added or ad-libbed by suzuhiro (Mikazuki), but it definitely increased the intensity of Manba's victory in the last play. Where finally, the sun has risen and came to light the moon's way back home. (Well, hopefully it was supposed to mean something akin to that.)

4.) In the first show and throughout all the performances, Manba never once won against Mikazuki in their final battle. However, in the last play, he did. The change of lines when Manba finally won against Mikazuki went like this:

FIRST SHOW Mikazuki: Yamanbagiri Kunihiro, I really enjoyed this training with you. Just like this, let's cross swords once again. Manba: When that time comes, I'll win! Mikazuki: Yes, that's a promise.

LAST SHOW Mikazuki: Yamanbagiri Kunihiro, I really enjoyed this training with you. Let’s cross swords once again. Manba: When that time comes, I'll be stronger than I am now! I'll show you! Mikazuki: [smiling] I'll look forward to it...

And this time, it was as if Mikazuki willingly disappeared into nothingness, like he gave himself away, knowing there's a much better tomorrow waiting for him.

This, for me, definitely solidified the fact that Manba has won, and the BIG CHANCE that the loop has been broken. I'm still not sure without the subtitles and these are only my own translations/comprehensions so take them with a grain of salt. However, because Mikazuki omitted the words "just like this" in the last show, it lead me to believe that the next time they will cross swords, it will no longer be in the same situation. Moreover, because Manba said “I'll be stronger" rather than "I'll win", it just proves that the promise they made with each other has been fulfilled. It would explain why when I watched the live viewing of the last show, I didn't really understand what "promise with Yamanbagiri" Mikazuki was talking about prior to the second half of the play. It was never explained in the last play because it was already fulfilled and that went unspoken in the end when Manba won the fight.

5.) In addition to these, there was a notable difference in Manba’s smile in the end of the last show. In the first play, after he said "someday, let's start again", there was only a shadow of a smile, something that was both hopeful but still afraid of what's to come. In the last play, that changed completely. Manba’s smile too has evolved into a stronger and more hopeful one, something that is so bright it almost resembled the sun. (Well, it was as bright as a smile could be when it comes to manba-chan.)

THAT'S ALL AND SEE YOU ALL IN TOUSUTE 5! (or when the additional stuff gets released and they show us the differences by show, because from what I could gather from people who saw the play from when it was still showing, there were plenty of endings and other scenes that didn't make it to the final cuts. I might update this post when I see those!)  

**Some stuff that I didn't mention were already mentioned in this post.

NOTE: If you want to see more of these, you can browse through twitter as some people also talk about it.

The first show is commonly referred to as “Meijiza” from the theater where they performed in, and the last show as “[Hiden] Daisenshuuraku” literally meaning the last show of the play, so maybe you could try searching those. 

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Harry was breathless.

There was an aching burn in his chest, his legs were so tired he was sure they could have given up any second, and despite the crisp chill that was hanging in the air even with the sun still in the sky, Harry could feel a sweat pricking at his brow and down the centre of his back. The vigorous warm up got him every time. No matter how fit he thought he was getting, no matter how much further he could push his body, the ten minutes of HIIT sprints followed by the ten minute jog, designed to keep his heart rate up and to improve the teams stamina, was always a killer.

Harry found reverie in the fact he wasn’t the only one clawing for oxygen as he jogged the perimeter of the park. Shane was running next to him and all Harry could hear was their laboured breathing, and stamping feet as they ran. All around them other men their age were doing the same, apart from Niall who as always was at the lead and seemingly unaffected by the cardio torture they were all enduring. Harry tried not to be jealous, but he found it hard when Niall was so far up ahead enjoying his time jogging around the park, and Harry was wondering how half way didn’t feel like a success but rather just a nail in the coffin.

When he stopped, Harry knew he would double over, hold onto his knees and claw for his breath. He’d consider wandering over to his bag and finding his asthma pump, but he’d never actually go and get it, instead he’d wheeze and clear his throat, take deep lungfuls of air until his breathing had returned to normal. He didn’t know what he was trying to prove, or who he was trying to prove it to, but Harry would never reach for his inhaler unless there really was no other option. Unless someone else pushed it between his lips and made him inhale the salbutamol, Harry doubted he’d ever breathe the stuff in again.

“Have you spoken to Molly yet?” Shane asked, seemingly from nowhere, his voice cutting through the sound of their heavy breathing and pounding feet like a sharp knife through flesh. Harry glanced to Shane out of the corner of his eye, and though he could tell Shane had been wondering about the question for a little while, he was focused solely on where they were going.

“No, not yet,” Harry admitted quietly. It wasn’t something he was proud of, being deceitful, or being a liar, but at the time he hadn’t been able to see a way around it, and he wasn’t sure that had really changed, despite what anyone else said.

“Haz, you’ve got to tell her,” Shane said, and there was the sound of a sigh in his voice though it got lost in the breath he couldn’t catch as he spoke. “She can’t make a decision if you don’t be honest with her, she’s falling for you, but only what you’re showing her, it’s not fair, on her mate” Shane told Harry, and Harry felt himself swallowing on nothing, his pace shortening as he looked down to his trainers.

“I don’t want her to freak out,” Harry mumbled, though he knew it was more than that, and he knew it had gone past that by now.

“Better tell her now than really fall for her and end up heartbroken,” Shane pointed out, though Harry just shrugged, and really Shane should have known playing to Harry’s own emotions and feelings wasn’t the way he was going to win. Harry didn’t see the way Shane shook his head, rolled his eyes a little at Harry’s apparent apathy towards his own self destruct button over anyone else’s. “Better now than she falls for you and you end up breaking her heart,” Shane amended quietly, and he saw how that shivered over Harry, making him tense his jaw and hold his head a little higher.

“She doesn’t need to know yet,” Harry tried, but it was starkly clear that Harry didn’t truly believe that for even a second.

“Yes she does,” Shane fired back quickly.

“Why?” Harry hissed, his feet hitting the ground harder, sending shockwaves up through his legs that he knew he’d feel the next day.

“We’re not talking about hidden stash of porn under your bed mate,” Shane told him, “we’re talking about your daughter.” Harry stopped then. It felt like the wind had been fully knocked out of him and he stepped off of the path onto the grass, hands on hips and staring up at the sky, gasping for air, literally. Harry was taking quick deep breaths, but none of them seemed to sink down quite deep enough, to fill his lungs to capacity and fulfill his body’s need for oxygen. “Harry,” Shane tried again, just as breathless. Harry turned to him and shook his head.

“It’s not the right time,” Harry breathed, marching his legs on the spot, trying to keep them from going dead due to how quickly he’d cut his pace to a stop. He still hadn’t quite caught his breath, but his mind felt clearer, and it was getting easier to talk and breathe, though he’d rather have just been doing the breathing than having the conversation Shane seemed so intent on having.

“There’s never going to be a right time, there’s never going to be a good time, but she can’t go on thinking you’re Lola’s godfather and that she hasn’t got a dad,” Shane pointed out, and Harry felt every single part of him go brittle like he could snap with very little force. He swallowed down and felt his nostrils flare, rolling his lips together and biting them tight, before turning from Shane and moving to get back into the jog they were now at the back of. “Harry, whoa,” Shane called after him and Harry felt the firm hand on his shoulder pulling him back. “What have you done?” Shane questioned deeply, knowingly. Harry swallowed again, and took a deep breath that he didn’t need to steady himself, no amount of breathing would steady him now.

"I told her Lola was yours," Harry admitted quietly, but Shane heard it crystal clear now they were stood in virtual silence.

"You did what?" Shane asked rhetorically, piercing blue eyes wide and feeling like nails stabbing into Harry’s own. Harry was sure he could genuinely feel his eyes beginning to prick and sting with how Shane looked at him, like he was everything that was wrong, like he was the disappointment and the failure all rolled into one.  "Harry are you fucking joking me? What the fuck are you thinking dragging me into this?" Shane hissed, moving closer to Harry  nostrils flaring, jaw tensing, and fists curling into balls at his side.

"She asked and it just sort of slipped out," Harry tried to defend but it was entirely pointless. Shane was fuming and it was clear to Harry that he’d got himself into a hole that he’d only ever be able to dig deeper, but never clamber out of. There was no going back, Harry was in too deep, in every possible way he looked at it. “It’s what Lola believes, why can’t L-”

“Molly isn’t a three year old child Harry, we told Lola to make everything easier for her, all things considered, you know that” Shane growled. "Why could the truth not have just slipped out, huh?" Shane snapped.

"You know it's not that simple." Harry practically begged Shane to see that in from tone of voice alone, his eyes squeezing shut, but when he opened them again, Shane was still staring down at him with fury in his eyes, flushed cheeks, and the veins under the skin of his neck throbbing. Harry’s breath was shaky, and the sting in his eyes was only getting worse, as Shane moved closer, his chest thumping into Harry’s knocking him back a step.

"Yes it is,” Shane spat, glaring down at Harry, fists clenching harder. “So much more simple than what you've gotten yourself into now, you're not kid anymore Harry, I'm not picking up the pieces after this, you've really fucked up." Shane walked away with that, marching back down the path towards the rest of the team who had surely finished their jog by now. Harry heard him pick up his pace and all Harry wanted to do was run the other way, far away from anyone else he could hurt, from anyone else he could drag down to his level. Everytime he thought he was in the clear, he just managed to find the depths of him where he’d buried the parts that led to self destruction, that led to anything good falling out of his life, that left him alone and in the dark without anyone to turn a light on. That left him drowning without anyone to keep him afloat.

Some of you saw it coming, but did you see it coming like this? Who knows? I’m sorry don’t hate me. It’s not the biggest bombshell for sure, but it’s pretty big huh? I hope you like. Come talk to me

#dive #TALK TO ME #ask box open #all the time #for you lovely lot #about anyting #but talk to me about this please #your thoughts #and theories #and feelings #harry styles #harry styles au #harry fic #1dff #harry angst #harry fluff #dark harry

[mushroombossa]

i keep thinking abt how much i absorb and learn stuff in the most unconventional ways, like if i legit wanted to give helpful advice to ppl i'd probably have to sugarcoat my actions or completely tell them to do it differently from me otherwise it would just sound bonkers

#like when ppl say you should sketch every single day #and i actually feel like i improve everytime i take breaks between stuff i do? #and the way i assimilated a lot of what i know came from pure experimentation and fucking around #plus some random advice i got here and there #and some observation too #idk it's weird #i'm thinking abt art specifically but i could apply this to soooo much of my life tbh

[quirrrky]

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secret lovers (tumblr thread | fanfiction.net)

Chronological One-Shots / Post-War / Pre-Last 

After the Fourth Shinobi War, Naruto’s huge crush on Hinata gradually surfaces and the whole village of Konoha knows it…Well, aside from him. 

entry eleven

Prompt: Their senseis made a bet on whether who would be the one to profess first between the two

/bet/ an act of risking a sum of money on the outcome of a future event

It was a warm summer night when they agreed to meet.

Team 8 volunteered to look after Mirai, so that Kurenai can attend this get together. Meanwhile, it was Kakashi's first social night-out since becoming the "Hokage", a position he was still trying to deny. Much to Tsunade's, relief, she would be getting a break from the hospital and her other duties.

And because it's summer, the kids were on vacation leaving Iruka-sensei vacant. Gai, on the other hand, was already adept at utilizing his wheelchair and this would be a first for him as well.

The savory aroma of their ordered dishes surrounded the air as their glasses were filled-up with Sake.

"Ugh, can you quit the 'I'm not yet the Hokage' thing Kakashi. They already have your face on the monument. Do you just expect them to wipe it out that easily, once you just suddenly decide against the position?" Iruka commented that made the silver-haired man sigh.

"I'm not really certain about this. I'm still taking over several matters at hand."

"Hmmm… How about the brat?" Tsunade asked as she downed her alcoholic drink.

"Well, his studies are faring well, and upon Shikamaru's request, we have started to introduce him to Hokage duties by giving him some scrolls and paper works to file. His diplomatic skills have also improved. I believe it is evident during his efforts to redeem Sasuke from the council." Kakashi reported casually.

"Well, I guess you, Iruka-sensei and Shikamaru have been dealing with a lot lately, but you don't look too stressed out at all compared before." The godaime said with a curious tone and drank another of her sake.

Kakashi, not knowing how to explain without sounding like his pink-haired female student, rubbed his nape embarrassedly. "About that..."

And it was his brunette friend who came to his rescue, "I actually counted Hyuuga Hinata in as well everytime Shikamaru would be sent on a mission. Surprisingly, Naruto behaves well around Hinata. He's starting to learn some etiquette and formal speech through her."

"What a good strategy Iruka-sensei! Hinata's upbringing and knowledge is truly a big help for the boy and her reserved nature must have been influencing Naruto in one way or another." Gai said affirmatively, remembering how wise and dignified his deceased student was. Neji.

"I think it's not only Naruto who has been influenced. Hinata is getting more confident these days. Must've been because of the same reason." Kurenai interjected and took a sip of her sake.

Iruka sighed and nodded in agreement.

Gai scoffed and stared down Kakashi, "Oh, the wonders of youthful love, isn't that right Kakashi?"

In return, the silver-haired man immediately waved-off embarrassed and said in the middle of chuckle, "I don't really know anything about that!"

He was lying and everyone knew that.

"Oh, really, Kakashi? Is that why Shikamaru was always on diplomatic missions recently?" Gai argued trying to grill his rival.

"Oh, so that's why Hinata is vacant of missions lately." Kurenai commented that made the man in-question inwardly blame Sakura for whatever pressure he was experiencing.

Chuckling quite stiffly, Kakashi retorted, "It's not like something can happen at all."

Iruka and Kurenai instantly scowled at him with an incredulous look on their faces.

"Naruto might be slow in learning these academic stuff and might know nothing about girls, but he's a socially-open kid." Iruka commented defensively and Kurenai followed,

"We all know that Hinata is a sweet girl and she…" The raven-haired woman hesitated, until it was Tsunade who continued,

"And she admired the brat since I could only remember when."

Kurenai nodded in agreement and Gai added, "I also heard news that the war brought them closer."

The blonde woman closed her eyes in a pleasing manner as she recalled the dear moments with her passed beloved, "So they aren't together yet? I thought Sakura told me that during Pain, Hinata…"

Kakashi closed his eyes, trying to analyze the situation until he remembered that event with Naruto and the priestess, "You know Naruto, Tsunade-sama…"

Iruka abruptly defended, "The war followed shortly afterwards. I don't think he can process those things easily, given his upbringing. Even I, still don't know much about these things."

Shizune butted in and interjected, "I heard from Sakura-chan that she and her friends are planning to get those two together. They were really hands-on, I guess."

"So they think those two are unsettling too, huh? Well, who wouldn't be? Just hearing stories from Sakura was enough to make me feel bothered." Tsunade chirped tipsily as she swung her bottle.

Gai rubbed his hand on his chin, "Yeah, I've been seeing Naruto hanging out a lot with Team 8 recently. I really thought that in this springtime we'd get to witness a blossoming love!"

"But Hinata-chan is really shy." Shizune sighed.

"And Naruto…" Kakashi murmured with a shake of his head.

"Well, we might not know the odds. Hinata is getting more expressive lately," Kurenai added as Iruka rebutted,

"And Naruto is naturally outspoken."

Tensed silence followed afterwards. All of them, with the exception of weirded-out Shizune, watched each other like an enemy on the battlefield, waiting for the other to make the first move.

Since the war ended, things had been getting quite dull and stagnant with the villages already maintaining their peace and although they weren't really into meddling with their former students' lives, there were times when they couldn't help but argue on their hypotheses, especially during a night-out like this. Right now, it was Uzumaki Naruto's love situation.

Tsunade chugged her sake and heavily placed the bottle on the table, "I think the question here is not whether they will or will not happen. Their friends are meddlesome enough to wing over. Let's quit dancing around!" With groggy eyes, she spun the empty bottle.

It had begun.

They gulped in nervousness with a bit of excitement. They must be all buzzed to agree with this kind of set-up, but they couldn't help but feel exasperated as well.

Naruto was forthright, truly if he wanted to say something he would say it right away, especially if it really meant something important, however the boy was as dense as Earth and it might be obvious for everyone to see that he's taking an interest towards the sweet girl before he even does. On the other hand, we have the shy and unassuming Hinata, who loves the boy since she was a child, but still can't regain the courage to profess to him.

Both personalities were quite frustrating to tie together, but once linked it was a right kind of balance like Yin and Yang. However, these two needed an intervention and the question of who's going to cave in first was nerve-wracking.

All their eyes watched the bottle warily as its spinning gradually slowed down and pointed at…

The blonde woman laughed loudly. "And who would've thought it would be me? Anyway, I was the one who started this in the first place." She settled down and rested her chin on top of her curled fingers.

So who would be the first one?

Tsunade thought carefully of what she knew of the two. Since she was still busy examining the brat's prosthetics and training Kakashi as her successor, she got little to no time to have substantial basis aside from the events at the hospital and stories from Sakura.

However, from a woman's perspective, she knew ever since, that the affection her apprentice held for the brat was just the same as how Tsunade valued Jiraiya. And it was different with Dan. The way he complemented her. The way he served as the quiet wind to her tumultuous storm.

Just like the gentle Hinata and the rambunctious Naruto. Tsunade never really saw the boy calm down without the use of coercion or reprimand from her or from Sakura, until she witnessed the soft-spoken girl did so without any effort in many circumstances, which reminded her of that one night a few days after the war, while the brat was still at the hospital…

Sakura was reporting Naruto's consistent nightmares and the older woman decided pay him a visit. The room was dimly lit by the moonlight and not a single sound can be heard. However, as soon as she was near Naruto's room, she could hear frustrated mutterings.

Tsunade hurried, however she stopped and hid quietly at the door frame.

Hyuga Hinata, with traces of tears on her cheeks, moved from the chair beside the window and sat on Naruto's bed.

"N-Neji… Wait, stop!" Naruto morosely pleaded on his sleep as the girl shed a tear, which she immediately wiped away.

Tenderly, she cupped his cheek. "It's okay. Everything's going to be alright." She forced out, trying to fight her tears from falling.

Tsunade looked closely as Naruto's disgruntled mumbling stopped and he muttered,

"Kaa-chan…"

Hinata smiled, tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear and leaned in closer to the boy's ear, whispering something that made him calm down. And from what Tsunade can make out of it, she knew it was those words the girl couldn't say when the boy was awake.

Tsunade smirked.

She believed in the strength of the girl's affections and she knew that Hinata just needed a time to sort things out and gain the confidence. As a girl, who knew love that, at least, was what she could tell.

"I'll go for Hinata!" Tsunade said proudly, although she knew she was bad at gambling.

Kurenai smiled delightfully, while the others nodded their heads in consideration.

The bottle was spun again and all of them stared at it in anticipation except Kakashi, who was in deep thought.

"Iruka-sensei!" The blonde announced as soon as the bottle pointed out the brunette.

This must be a tough choice. Iruka inhaled deeply. He needed an evidence. He wanted to believe in his student. He wanted to believe that Naruto can do it himself, that he would man up and actually realize his own feelings without the girl's confession.

Recalling all his interactions with the two during their classes,

Naruto was naturally energetic, but it was different around Hinata. His smile was gentler, he looked more comfortable and his eyes lingering whenever he'd look at her. Iruka wasn't really paying attention at it before, but now that he was placed in a position to choose, he must assess their every interaction.

The side glances, the way he called out her name, the way he beamed at her, the moments when he would just fell silent whenever she would tell him something amazing. He never saw Naruto acting like that in front of Shikamaru nor towards his teammates as well.

Ever since their class started, Iruka sensed that there was something special about the shy girl that he couldn't really figure out until they talked about the situation a while ago.

Then, he remembered the last time he ate ramen with Naruto…

"Hmm… So is our Hinata on a mission?" Teuchi asked behind the counter.

"Yup! I'm still about to show her my progress with my left hand."

"Awww…It must be boring without her here, isn't it? How about you go here for ramen when she returned?" Ayame teased as she served their bowls.

"Of course! Of course dattebayo!" The blonde said dreamily.

"Wouldn't you miss Hinata's care when you already get your prosthetics, Naruto?" The girl asked now without a trace of joke, while Naruto stopped from slurping his noodles with a pout started to appear across his face.

"Well, I couldn't heavily rely on Hinata always and I don't really like worrying her so, err, uh… Plus! I really miss being right-handed –ttebayo!"

Iruka could feel the sincerity in the blonde's words, however he didn't miss the sadness that came with it. At first, he thought it was because of the boy's concern of burdening his friend, but seeing things a bit clearly now, he realized that Naruto would actually feel just as how Ayame stated it.

Looking back, things started to get its color now, of how Hinata brought out the best in Naruto. And if he would tell his student's life like one of the stories he discussed in his classes, Hinata would be one of the vital factors that drive his development.

Consequently, he was brought back during his most recent encounter, when he told Naruto that he passed for the Quarter and impulsively hugged Hinata—squeezing their cheeks together causing the poor girl to blush deep red. Good grief, she didn't pass out, but from the looks of it she was about to.

Yes, that's right. Naruto's impulsive and if he really find out or realized something, Iruka knew that the boy will react or even act out immediately.

Although Iruka's familiar on how gullible Naruto could be, he must trust on how much he knew the boy. He was unpredictable. And if there's one thing unpredictable in the scenario, it was if Naruto would profess first.

He already made up his mind.

Iruka sighed. "I think we all know that I'm going for Naruto."

"Actually, no." Kakashi commented, "If you focus closely on Naruto, you'll know that he was-"

"Whatever, Kakashi. I know Naruto enough to go for him." To be honest, he was a bit reluctant, but this was just a friendly bet anyway.

Kakashi was about to add something when Iruka started to spin the bottle again.

"Wow, we've got a close fight in here. 1-1 for Naruto and Hinata." Shizune stated as the bottle chose its next victim.

Tsunade beamed as soon it stopped. "Looks, like I have another on my team now!"

Kurenai smiled as she was sure she was going to put her trust on her student.

Kurenai had been hearing different stories from her team about Naruto and Hinata's budding friendship. She had also seen the two while grocery shopping or as she went to take her daughter for a check-up. The most recent she'd heard of the two was during Team 8's last visit.

It was just the mid of summer—a few weeks ago, when Team 8 paid her a visit. They helped keeping Mirai entertained and aided her with some of the household chores.

Mirai was asleep, when they all decided to eat dinner. They shared few stories and Kiba shred his new discovery.

"Ah, Kurenai-sensei. Haven't I told you that Hinata here has been asking Naruto out?"

The pale-eyed girl blushed and choked on her food. "Tha-that's not true! What are you talking about Kiba-kun?"

"Kiba, Hinata didn't exactly asked Naruto out, because she asked them at her home."

Kurenai looked at her student, who was frantically denying everything, "It wasn't like that, Kurenai-sensei! N-Naruto-kun asked if we could study more so…"

"So you bring the stupid boy to your house. Way to go Hinata!" Kiba teased, which earned him a glare from the girl.

Their sensei laughed at them softly and asked, "So Naruto was invested in his studies now, isn't he?"

"Why? That's because Naru-"

"Pfft. That idiot just probably want to spend more time with Hinata." Kiba remarked followed-by Shino's complaint.

"That's not actually what I'm about to say. Naruto was always encouraged at Hinata's presence, that's why."

"Nah, he was just actin' tough around her. That's it. And our Hinata here is using the opportunity to ask him out."

"It's not a date Kiba-kun, besides it was just in my home-"

"No, Hinata. What Kiba meant was the time you treated Naruto for ramen, when he passed the Quarter."

"See, Hinata was getting the bravado now and that Naruto was acting like a chic being treated with ramen."

At that moment, even though Hinata couldn't speak in embarrassment, Kurenai saw that she was getting happier as days passed. And one day, Kurenai knew that the girl would actually realize that at some point her teammates were right. The boy she was admiring for a long time was beginning to see her in a different light, if she'd only believe that she was actually earning it.

"I will, of course, go for Hinata." She declared as they spun the bottle, which chose Kakashi.

He gulped heavily and thought of an excuse to be exempted but their looks on him told him he couldn't escape out of this. He was the one arranging their schedule anyway and it was all because he was conniving with Sakura.

"Let me think about this for a while can I?"

Intuition or Intellect? That's what Kakashi kept on asking himself. He always knew that his hunches were right and his hunch was telling him to go for Naruto even if it seemed odd.

Why was his guts telling him so?

Well, his former student was a stuttering blabber mouth. In one way or another, if Naruto would feel something about Hinata, Naruto would let it slip from his mouth considering how reckless he can be in letting out details. And with the amount of time the two were spending with each other plus the efforts their friends put to get them closer, Naruto will eventually realize what he felt for Hinata.

That, was what his guts were telling him. If he was to follow his intellect, it would be the other way around.

It was evident that the once shy girl, Hinata, was starting to be more expressive. He knew of this one summer afternoon, when he was reading an installment of Icha Icha by the lake and saw the two talking to each other.

"A picture?" The blond asked with his high-pitched voice as the girl nodded,

"Yes, Naruto-kun, if you don't mind. I got this new camera they just released and-"

"Of course, I don't mind Hinata!" Naruto announced and Kakashi noticed Hinata inched closer to the boy as they took the photo.

"What will you do with that Hinata?" The blonde curiously asked as they sat on the grass.

The quiet girl blush and softly stated, "I will treasure this, Naruto-kun."

If he would follow his intellect, he would opt for Hinata. She was aware of what she felt, had already tried to tell him about it and was constantly being more assertive.

"What now, Kakashi? You're making us wait just like your residency as the new Hokage, when we know you'll definitely not choose Naruto." Tsunade announced as the silver-haired man chuckled embarrassedly.

"Well, you're right, I guess."

"So there it goes, 3 for Hinata and just Iruka-sensei for Naruto." Shizune informed them as Gai scoffed.

"Well, if Kakashi, my rival, goes for Hinata, I'd definitely go for the other option! I'll vote in for Naruto."

The rest sweat-dropped at his competitive nature, but little did they know that he had a further reason for his choice.

It was during their team's training with Team 8 and Naruto when Gai first saw the boy got jealous. Gai knew that cliché scenario from the novels he shared with Kakashi.

Lee was convincing Hinata to be their new member on behalf of Neji and being the kind girl she always was Hinata replied,

"I know how much you value Neji-niisan in your team. That's why I think his place is irreplaceable even if I would to take it. But don't worry, Lee-kun, I will support you and Tenten-chan like a teammate from now on."

The boy was delighted to hear this and gave the girl a friendly hug as tears fell from his eyes, when the blonde separated the two away.

"There's really no need for hugging dattebayo!" Naruto said as he grabbed Hinata's hand and distanced her from Lee.

The latter curiously looked at his other friends and they gave him a knowing look. Soon, understanding came across him.

What followed was the Inuzuka's comment, which made Gai's speculations true. "Tch. No need for hugging, but he's holding her hand."

Kakashi thought it was just because of their rivalry, but he never knew that Gai got something up his sleeves.

"So 3 for Hinata and 2 for Naruto." Shizune announced as they all nodded in agreement, when Tsunade made her declaration.

"I'll bet on behalf of someone."

They all turned to her with curiosity as who else would dare hop on their bet.

"To make things even, I'll bet for Jiraiya. I know he is no longer here, but if he was, he would definitely believe that his student will man-up and be the one to move the relationship further, so I cast Jiraiya's bet on Naruto."

All of them agreed on this bittersweet reality, if Jiraiya would be there, they knew he would be choosing the same option.

"Let's reconvene again, once the two have finally gotten together to decide what we are going to do with our bets." Kurenai suggested.

"It's going to be a long time." Tsunade sighed.

Their evening was continued by more arguments about the two, about their own relationships, Kakashi's denial in his position and just everything they needed to catch-up to with the war and all.

Kakashi sighed as he exited the restaurant, thinking to himself that perhaps he drank a bit more than necessary to be included in that bet or even about the decision he made.

"Oh there, you are!" He heard the familiar voice of his blonde and boisterous student ringing from somewhere near.

"Naruto-kun?" It was Hinata's.

"Sakura-chan told me you were from Kurenai-sensei's place to look after Mirai-chan."

"Yes, that's right."

"Are you tired? Are you hungry? Do you want ramen?"

The girl giggled and said, "It's late at night now Naruto-kun, I should be heading home."

"Oh, okay then. Say, do you eat ramen for breakfast, Hinata?"

"L-Let's just grab ramen for breakfast tomorrow then Naruto-kun."

"That would be great…"

The volume of their voices minimized as they walked head-on leaving Kakashi with regrets.

He must have known, his hunches were always right.

#naruhina #naruhina fanfiction #fanfiction #naruto #Hinata Hyuga #slquirkynovelist

[softybunn]

This is a quite personal question so I'm sorry if I am too invasive, you can just ignore this if you're not confortable, of course. Well, how is living with DID? And if you're not homeschooled, how do your classmates react? BTW, I freaking love your art! Have a good day. :)

Awn thank you so much!!

Well, it’s quite difficult for me to explain haha I’ll probably ramble things because there’s many stuff so I’ll talk about the alters who are currently more active

Basically when they’re in control I really get lost in time, so the only way I know what they do is by asking my boyfriend if they left any messages or look around in my arms or notebooks or sketchbooks to know if they wrote something haha

Most of them are very sweet! The girls are very kind (excluding Mavis fucc u) Shabby has been giving me nice notes right besides my bed so I can wake up happy, which is really sweet of her! 

Alex has been the one who’s been here for the longest I guess? But I’m not sure since he never likes to talk about that

Sometimes they just don’t like to be around my family so they mostly pretend they’re me whenever I’m home or in school 

But mostly they don’t appear much in school since most of them try to avoid it and only a few go there when I’m not feeling that great, Sophie loves project because she loves to design things and she wants to be a fashion designer just like me, Shabby and Elliot love English class since they only speak english (Shabby speaks in a mixed way and Elliot just speaks British), Zöe loves gymnastics but she only appears sometimes since she prefers to stay in the inner world because she holds trauma, and Alex mostly appears when I can’t get shit done or when we’re playing sports (He’s a danger kitty cat I swear)Most of the times it’s just me in school, but sometimes when I’m having a break down or something Alex tries to make me leave class or just stays for the rest of the day until he gets to my home and then makes hot chocolate for me

Only some of my classmates and teachers know, but they don’t make a big deal out of it, 2 of my friends actually like to talk to them and ask if they drew something

Oh Also they have different art styles or art themes (those who draw) Elliot really wished he could share his art but he’s really shy for thatAnd finally, they get really along with my boyfriend! They like the fact that he takes really good care of me and that he also cares about every single alter! Sometimes when I go to his house and we don’t have something planned he loves to talk to them! He says that if we both are going to be a family in the future they also deserve to join in, but since they’re so many he just takes some hours to talk to a few.

He’s Always scared that I’ll be mad that I wasn’t much time with him...But I don’t mind haha

He’s really good with the littles, they watch cute animal videos together or play games!But mostly we’re more concerned about Shabby...She’s easily taken down with any minor thing, and he’s worried that she might hurt me accidentally. Things with her and Ethan aren’t that great...My Boyfriend said that all he wants is to live a happy life with me and he cares a lot for me and everyone’s safety, he was actually the one who found out about Alex, I didn’t even notice I had this honestly...but I knew there was something weird going on, Alex told him to not tell me he existed but...He actually told me because he was so worried he would lose me, he gave me his precious necklace in case I would have to switch schools or something... he’s just been really amazing and so loving to me! on Feb 16th we will make 1 year as a couple! Everything is going so well!! He’s helping me a lot with the alters and everytime I see him his smile just shines forever. We were known as the cutest couple in my old school! he’s still there...I don’t think we will see each other ever in school anymore since we are going to take different career paths but we see each other every week!

There’s a lot of internal memes between me, him and some alters.Before christmas he got me a really cute present!maybe I’ll post a picture of it haha

I cried so much when I opened it ;v;oh gosh sorry for so much text, there must be some things that weren’t that well explained but There’s so many things to say and I tried to do a resume haha and sorry for randomly talking about my boyfriend but he’s just been great with the alters that it makes me happy he worries for my safety

[amysubmits]

You and CD have both mentioned and your posts and in your podcast that your D/s didn't really start to bloom until 2 years ago into exploring it. Did you ever feel disappointed and/or frustrated about it in those years? How did you cope with those needs not being met? Did part of you just trust that it'd fall into place at some point?

In hindsight, I think it was kind of a huge blessing that we hadn’t discovered Tumblr during that time, to be honest. I talk to girls who are trying to transition from vanilla to D/s with their husbands/boyfriends pretty regularly and it feels to me like so many want things to happen overnight and I just get the sense that the reading about other peoples’ D/s makes their cravings for D/s stronger and their patience lesser. I didn’t have that constant reminder of what our relationship could someday be, so it made it easier to just accept the phase we were at, I think? 

Anyway, when we first started Domestic Discipline I was just excited that we were trying because I didn’t really imagine prior to that, that I’d ever get to actually live DD. So just attempting it was wonderful at first. We were only a few months in, and only had two rules I think, when I had a couple of seizures out of the blue, we lost a pet, and then we lost a family member in like a 3-month span. So our DD got off track pretty quickly and it definitely caused frustration and just tough feelings. I was confused about what was expected of me because the rules were enforced inconsistently and we weren’t communicating well enough to just talk about how things were off. But at the same time I thought well this is just because all this crazy stuff has happened, it will get better. But then we had a roommate for a year and lost privacy, but added a new rule or two? So it was a weird mix, and our rules (4 or 5 total) Weren’t really enforced except one. During that year my rule about taking my medication was consistently enforced because even if it took a week before we had 5 minutes alone, CD wasn’t going to let that rule slide, it is a BIG rule for us. But the other rules were allowed to slide 90% of the time a least and that was really hard and took a toll on my sense of us being DD. I’m a major introvert who likes a lot of privacy so I was just unhappy having a roommate, too. So I remember getting quite an attitude with CD and knowing that I had pushed his buttons and crossed the line, but it wasn’t punished or even verbally discussed so I’d just go too far, he’d snip back at me and we’d kinda be awkward and quiet with each other for a bit until it passed but I’d be left feeling guilty, feeling like I was further damaging our relationship. So in hindsight, yeah, it was a tough year having that roommate, and I was frustrated by not having consistency with rules and punishments but I felt pretty confident that it was still due to our circumstances so I still had faith that we’d work it out in time.  

Then once we were living alone again, the first six months or so were not great, but they were certainly an improvement from when we had the roommate. So even though I found Tumblr around that time and started day-dreaming about doing more with our D/s than we were, and even though our DD was still inconsistent in some ways it wasn’t too frustrating because it was progress from what things had been like the year prior. And then we started sharing Tumblr poss with each other, which helped spark more communication between us then I had ever been capable of. Like we finally talked enough to get on the same page about things like whether he was supposed to watch y rules and ‘catch’ me breaking them, or whether I was supposed to tattle on myself, as well as the details or fine-lines of some rules. There had been confusion and miscommunication that had left me thinking I ‘should’ be in trouble when he thought I shouldn’t, and things like that, which we finally got cleared up once I started talking. So thanks to talking more, CD started to understand my needs more and we also had the privacy to get more kinky and/or noisy in the bedroom and we were just happier due to other factors in life..like this introvert not having a roommate who wanted to talk to me everytime I left the bedroom, haha. So that’s when it felt like things suddenly started falling into place and we found our groove. I think CD said ‘we hit rocketfuel’ in one podcast in reference to that period.  😂

But yeah. That’s my super long answer to basically say yes I was definitely frustrated, even mad, hurt, disappointed, etc at times throughout, but at the same time, deep down I did have faith that we’d find our way to successful DD eventually. I think a big part of why I had that faith was because although progress felt painfully slow, I almost always felt like we were moving in the right direction and I always knew what things in our lives were causing delays or trouble. 

[craby-bouquet]

Piano Lesson

Min Yoongi x Reader

AU

1709 words

Ever since you were a little girl you had been obsessed with it. Maybe it was because of your mom, she was a brilliant pianist. Every time you saw her perform on stage, you could just imagine yourself in her place. 

So you practiced every day, sometimes even at night. And as you got older, and started going to school, you practiced after school. And since your mother was such a good pianist she helped you out a lot.

You were great, really great. But sadly you had not reached your goal yet. You were nearing your thirties and had done a couple of shows, but nothing too big.

You worked as a piano teacher, little classes through the day with various people. You saw some people more frequently than others. Most people only came once or twice a week, but some came more.

Your favorite classes were in the afternoon: Children between the ages of five and ten. Their passion and hard work is what you loved about it. And boy did you love it.

In the afternoon classes one girl stood out in particular, Taeseol. She was talented, a fast learner, she came every day. Five times a week.

From what you’d heard, her father worked hard to make a living and her mother had died at her birth. It was sad really, but this was the way her dad made sure she enjoyed herself and wasn’t alone all the time.  You thought that was extremely sweet.

Since she came by every day you had grown quite attached. She might have been seven years old, she was smart and super sweet. She loved talking to you, and you loved listening to her.

Her dad was obviously busy, sometimes he wasn’t back in time to pick her up. She was in your last class of the day so that didn’t really matter to you, you would just stay with her until he came to pick her up, sometimes even an hour later than planned. In that time, you two drank some lemonade together, talked about everything and nothing, and you sometimes played some more piano together.

Taeseol often wanted to see you play. She loved that. At those times she looked at you with the same admiration in her eyes as you had for your mother.

Her dad thanked you every single time. Even though you kept telling him it was fine, and the least you could do. He obviously really loved his daughter, and that was all you cared for. So what if you would get home a little later? It’s not like anyone was waiting for you.

“Well that was it for today kids. I had a lovely time with all of you and I wish we could stay a little longer, but your parents are waiting for you.” You pouted as you looked at the faces of your the children in your Thursday group, and winked at their parents who were standing against the wall next to the door.

Everyone ran off, either to their parents or to you to thank you for this lesson and give you a big hug. You couldn’t help but smile brightly.

After everyone had left Taeseol walked over. Since she was here after hours you had made the agreement that she’d wait for everyone to leave before standing up. It was her idea actually, because ‘other children deserve some of your love too’. Obviously your heart had melted when she said that. 

She smiled brightly and hugged you “This was a good lesson, thank you.” 

You chuckled “Thank you dear.”

She let go of you and looked up at you “Are we going to clean the piano’s now?”

For some reason Taeseol loved cleaning the piano’s, a thing you did every day. Everyone touched the tiles and you loved this place as hygienic as possible, even though that was impossible. You would do it alone, but she had offered to help you once and helped you since then.

“You can go play if you want…” You said, you did not want to force her what so ever.

She looked at you as if you had just said something stupid and walked over to the cabinet the cleaning stuff was in. She took out two wipes and handed one to you. You laughed and started cleaning the tiles together. After that, you wiped the floor while she played some more piano. 

You talked about everything, how her day had been and what she had done at school. She told you about her friends and the funny thing that happened during P.E. About that stupid boy that kept chasing her during lunch breaks and how he kept confessing his love to her. She rambled on about everything, and you listen carefully.

She also asked you about your day, so you told her about that one woman that kept sneezing and fell of her chair because of it. It wasn’t entirely true, the woman didn’t really fall, but it made Taeseol laugh.

When you had done all your cleaning you sat down next to her, watching her play, complimented her on how well she did and how much she improved and telling her what she could work on to improve even more. After that, she demanded you to play.

After a long day of work you loved playing the piano. It helped you clear your head and relax. You had watched people play all day but never really got the chance to play yourself. So of course you played when Taeseol asked you to.

You closed your eyes and gave yourself over to the music. She looked wide-eyed at the way your fingers danced at over the tiles, and you heard her gasp everytime you did some unexpected note. You wished it could have lasted forever, but of course everything has to stop. 

You rounded off with some high notes and turned to smile at Taeseol, who happily smiled back at you.

“Wow…” A man’s voice said “That was… pretty good.” 

You turned to look at the person standing at the entrance of the room and wow, you had not expected such a beautiful man there. He was leaning againt the wall, arms crossed, looking at the two of you with a blank expression.

You couldn’t help but feel attacked. Pretty good? Was this guy being serious? What you played had been amazing considering you were just improvising. 

“Uncle Yoongi!” Taeseol ran over to the man and flew him into is arms. He had obviously not been prepared for that, because he almost fell over. You bit back a chuckle.

He smiled “Hey sport, I bet you did not expect me here, did you?” 

“No!” Taeseol laughed “What are you doing here?” 

He pouted a little “Daddy couldn’t pick you up tonight since he’ll be working very late, so he asked me to pick you up because he felt bad for the nice lady who always takes care of you after your lessons.”

“Oh…” Taeseol sounded pretty dissapointed “Well, at least at get to see you now!” 

He put her down on the ground again with a smile and walked over to you, offering his hand.

“Min Yoongi.” He introduced himself as you took his hand “A friend of her father.” he nodded at Taeseol to show he was talking about her.

You introduced yourself  “Her piano teacher.” 

“She’s amazing uncle Yoongi.” Taeseol said excitedly.

You looked at the floor shyly.

“She’s alright,” He said “from what I’ve heard.”

You looked up at him, insulted, how dare he? He didn’t even know you. Not did he know how you played. What did he know anyway? Like he was a pianist, he didn’t look like it.

Taeseol took your hand “Uncle Yoongi playes piano too. He’s really good.”

He laughed “I wouldn’t say that,” he patted her head “I’d say ‘the best’, but, alright.” He looked at you with a smug little grin on his face.

Taeseol gasped and jumped at you “Can he show? Pretty please?” 

You tried not to look too dissapointed and annoyed, you really wanted this guy to leave, but you couldn’t say that while Teaseol was here. She obviously liked him “Sure.” You looked at him and gestured towards the piano.

It looked like he wanted to protest, like he suddenly got shy or lost his talent. But then he looked at Taeseol and sat down “Fine. Prepare to be amazed.” 

He stretched his fingers and started playing.

He really was good, and looked extremely atractive while playing. You hated him for it. He really was good and he knew it, and he bragged about it. A thing you hated.

He played a beautiful melody, and you could see Taeseol enjoyed it alot. But instead of listening and looking amazed, like she did when seeing you play, she jumped around exitedly. You weren’t sure whether that was because of the way he played, or just because of him. But her response to this was very different from her response to you.

Maybe her jumping around distacted him, maybe he wasn’t as good as he said he was or maybe your presence made him nervous. But whatever it was, he missed a note and stopped playing after that. He looked up at you, obviously trying to hide his embarrasment, but you could see a slight blush appearing on his cheecks.

“Isn’t he amazing?” Taeseol asked you excitedly.

“He’s alright,” your eyes didn’t look away from his “from what I’ve heard.” 

He stood up with a grin on his face “Maybe you should teach me some of your skills.” He took a step towards you, trying to intimidate you. 

“Maybe I should.” You took a step towards him, to show him you weren’t intimidated what so-ever.

You were standing so close, your noses almost touched. But you didn’t notice that, all you could see were his eyes, they had enchanted you.

“What about tomorrow? I know a nice restaurant nearby. I’ll pick you up at eight.” 

You grinned “I’ll be ready at seven, you better be here then.” 

He grinned back “You better be ready at six, ‘cus that’s when I’ll be here.”

#bts #bts fanfic #bts fluff #suga #min yoongi #yoongi #bts suga #bts yoongi #bangtan #bangtan sonyeondan #suga fanfic #suga fluff #yoongi fluff #yoongi fanfic #fanfic #fluff #kpop #kpop fanfic #kpop fluff

[eastofthemoon]

Midnight Ice Cream

Had to write something for @heithweek2017 so here’s something for today’s prompt Laughing/Crying.

Title: Midnight Ice Cream

Rating: G

Series: Voltron Legendary Defender

Characters/Ship: Hunk/Keith

Summary: Despite being tired, Hunk couldn’t sleep and he discovers neither can Keith.

Hunk yawned as he groggily left his room and made his way into the kitchen.  It was late, and he knew with the training they had in the morning he should be asleep, but he couldn’t.  Hunk would shut his eyes, only to find himself tossing and turning before opening them again.

He just couldn’t sleep.  It felt everything from the last couple of weeks had decided to pile up upon him at once.

The fight with Zarkon.  Shiro going missing.  Keith taking over the Black Lion, while Allura took over the Red Lion.  That Lotor creep now chasing after them.  It felt like it had been years since Hunk could fully relax.

Having no other options than to stare at his ceiling, Hunk decided to get a snack.  He did have some of those disastrous cookies he baked sill lying around.  They would either help Hunk fall asleep, or he just continue to be awake and less hungry.

Hunk entered the kitchen, but stopped when he saw Keith sitting at the table.  He barely seemed aware Hunk had entered as he stared into his steaming cup of tea.  Hunk cleared his throat to avoid startling him, and Keith raised his head.

Keith blinked and leaned against his hand.  “Can’t sleep?”

Hunk shook his head and leaned over the table.  “Guessing you can’t either?”

Keith nodded as he wrapped his fingers around the cup.  “Coran said this tea would help, but I don’t think it is.”  He ran a hand through his hair.  “Too many thoughts in my head.”

“Know the feeling,” Hunk said as folded his arms and tapped his fingers against his elbow.  “Been meaning to ask, but..you doing okay?”

Shiro’s disappearance had hurt everyone, but Hunk knew it hit Keith the most.  Bad enough Keith was missing the closest person he was with on the team, but then Keith having to take over the Black Lion only felt like it was adding salt to the wound.

They all tried to give Keith space when he clearly needed it, but Hunk couldn’t ignore the worry he felt in his gut whenever he saw him.

Keith forced a small smile.  “I’m doing okay.”

Hunk frowned.  No, it was clear as day he wasn’t.  Bags under his eyes.  The forced smiles he’d give them.  The hesitation whenever Keith had to step into Black.  Keith wasn’t okay.  At the very least, he looked exhausted.

Problem was, Keith wouldn’t talk about that kind of stuff unless he felt like it.  A person would have better luck getting Zarkon to laugh.

With a sigh, Hunk debated on what to do when his eyes landed upon the miniature freezer he and Pidge had built together.  Oh, right, there was that.

Hunk looked back to Keith and pointed a thumb over his shoulder.  “You want some ice cream?”

For the first time in days, Keith raised his head with an expression of bafflement, and not one of grief or sadness.  “You have ice cream?”

“Experimental ice cream,” Hunk said as he translated the reaction as a ‘yes’ and took out the container from the freezer.  “I’ve been using the milk from Kaltenecker and trying to make a version of it with the other ingredients I’ve been gathering.”  

He set the container between them on the table and rubbed his neck.  “I haven’t told anyone else about it yet because I wanted to get the recipe right before letting them taste it.”  He counted on his fingers.  “First patch was too sweet, second too hard, and the third...well, it just didn’t taste good.  This is my fourth batch and I haven’t tried it yet so-”

Keith reached out and grabbed his hands.  “Hunk, it’s cool,” he said as he tried to show a genuine smile.  “I’m happy to be a guinea pig for it, okay?”

Hunk gave a nod and went to fetch bowls, sporks and a large spork to dish it out.  He got a couple of scoops for Keith and then some for himself.  Hunk sat across from Keith with his bowl, but didn’t start to eat as he carefully watched Keith’s reaction.

The boy frowned as he saw the ice cream, dished up a sporkful and put it into his mouth.  A look a pleasure spread across his face and Keith shut his eyes.

“I swear ice cream has never tasted good until this moment,” he stated.

Hunk chuckled.  “You sure you aren’t just saying that because it’s been months since you’ve had ice cream?”

“Maybe,” Keith admitted as he eagerly took another mouthful, “but either way, it’s delicious.”

Hunk was doubtful until he took a bite.  He let it linger on his tongue and nodded in approval.  It was a tad sweeter than ice cream back home, but it was an improvement over his last attempts.

“It’s a good basic vanilla,” Hunk replied and sighed.  “Now if only I could find something like strawberries.”

Keith gave a small smile as he stirred his spork in the dish.  “Strawberry ice cream your favorite?”

“Yeah,” Hunk said as he took another mouthful.  “Lance’s favorite is chocolate, and Pidge likes a chocolate and peanut butter combo.”

“Figures she would,” Keith said with a small chuckle.

Hunk swallowed his mouthful and tapped his spork against the bowl.  “What’s your favorite?”

Keith looked up and rubbed his neck.  “I’m..not that picky when it comes to ice cream.”

Hunk narrowed his eyes. “So..you don’t have a favorite flavor?”

Keith waved a hand side to side.  “Well..technically I have two but that’s because one of them is harder to find.”

“Oh?” Hunk asked curiously.  “What is it?”

Keith stirred is spork as he leaned back.  “Well, one favorite is mint chocolate.”

Hunk gave an approving nod.  “Yeah, I can see you liking that.”  He tilted his head.  “But I know that’s easy to find, what’s the other one?”

“Tiger tail,” Keith said as he sounded a little sheepish.

Hunk blinked and pointed his spork at him.  “Tiger tail?”

“It’s hard to find,” Keith said as he ate another mouthful.  “It’s orange ice cream with black licorice in it.”  

He drew lines with the spork in the air like he was drawing them with invisible paint.  “They’re done as black lines in the ice cream so it looks like tiger stripes.”

“Black licorice,” Hunk said slowly as he scratched his head and chuckled.  “Sorry dude, but that does NOT sound appetizing to me.”

Keith shrugged.  “Most people don’t, but I like it,” he said and then gave a small sad smile.  “My last birthday, before Shiro went on the Kerberos mission, he actually found me a small tub of it.”

“Yeah?” Hunk said with a small smile.  “What’s Shiro’s favorite flavor?”

Keith smirked a little.  “Vanilla.”

Hunk’s jaw dropped. “Dude, no way.  Just vanilla?”

“Yes,” Keith said and tossed his hands up in the air with the spork still in his hands.  “I use to go to this ice cream parlor with him where they had 50 flavors and he choose vanilla. Everytime!”  He shook his head as he crossed his arms.  “Drove me crazy and I swear half the time he did it to tease me.”

Hunk pondered that and nodded.  “Yeah, he would,” he said and looked to the container.  “Guess I’ll make sure to save some of this for him then.”

Keith’s smile dropped and he leaned against his hand.  “Yeah..if we can find him.”

Hunk’s eyes softened and he reached over to give Keith a comforting squeeze on his shoulder.  “Hey, it’s not an ‘if’.  We’re going to find him.”

Keith lowered his gaze as he stared into the bowl.  “I know..it’s just,” he shook his head and his grip tightened on this spork.  “I lost him once already, and Shiro’s...been the only real family I had for a long time.”  

Keith raised his head, and wiped his eyes with the palm of his hand.  “I..I can’t lose him again.  I want to believe he’s okay, but..but..I can’t help-”

Hearing that, Hunk put down his spork, went around the table and engulfed Keith into a tight bearhug.  He expected Keith to resist, but the boy leaned into him and wrapped his arms around him.

“Look, I don’t know when or how, but we will find him,” Hunk said as he rest his chin on Keith’s head.  “And, if the worst happens and we don’t, you’re not alone.  You got Allura, Coran, Pidge, Lance and me, okay?  We would never abandoned you .”

Keith’s fingers gripped into his shirt and he felt him bury his face into his chest.  They said nothing for several moments, until Keith released him.

“Thanks,” he whispered as he gave a shaky smile.  “Sorry for..breaking down like that.”

“Hey, man, we all need to  sometimes,” Hunk said as he sat next to him and reached for his bowl.  “If it helps, if you ever need to talk or just..I don’t know need a hug, you can come to me.”  He pointed his spork at him.  “I promise I won’t ever judge you.”

Keith nodded and paused as he looked into his bowl.  “Then..same to you,” he said with full sincerity.  “I’m not good at comforting people, but if you just need an ear to listen to you I’m here.”  He gave a small smirk.  “And I’ll happily be your food guinea pig again.”

Hunk smiled back as he patted Keith’s back.  “Thanks, and I’ll probably take you up on that offer.”  He then looked back at the ice cream and sighed.  “Man, I feel like this needs something.”

Keith stared at the bowl.  “Like...sprinkles?”

“Yeah, but we don’t have any,” Hunk said mournfully.

“What about those cookies you baked the other day?” Keith said as he pointed to the leftovers in the corner.  “They were good.”

Hunk snorted.  “Also too crumbly,” he said with a wave of his hand.  “They break apart as soon as you pick one up.”  

They were a mess.  Only reason Hunk didn’t throw them out was that everyone claimed they tasted great and shot dagger filled glares at him for even suggesting of tossing them out.

“Then aren’t they perfect to be ice cream toppings?” Keith offered.  “You would want something that you can crumble and sprinkle over easily, right?”

Hunk paused, slowly turned to Keith and grinned as he pulled him into into a bear hug.  “Keith, you’re a genius!” he declared as he then launched from his seat and went to get the cookies.  “Let’s try it out, and if it’s a success I’ll serve this with dinner tomorrow for dessert.”

Keith gave a smile as he watched Hunk add the cookie topping, and that time Hunk could tell the smile wasn’t forced.

#heithweek2017 #heith #hunk #keith kogane #voltron #vld #space dork red #space dork yellow #fanfic #my writing

[freakypumpkin]

dude seeing your art makes me so happy everytime, it's so beautiful i don't even have words. i was just wondering how you practiced drawing bodies when you started out, and if you maybe had an example on how you work on construction lines and such? bc when i draw bodies they always end up looking stiff and the proportions look off and weird and yeah. i'd really want to improve /quickly/ or efficiently but everytime i try to practice i end up frustrated bc it doesnt look like i want it to at all

Thank you very much :) I’m always happy to hear, that people enjoy my art experiments :D and just art in general.

As for your question, I pretty much practiced through trial and error and youtube tutorials. By now there’s great and helpful stuff on youtube. Important is, that you see everything as half-true, nobody has the perfect wisdom for you because nobody draws like you. You should look through some things and see what works for you or what kind of result you want. (The same for whatever I have to say, btw, if it doesn’t work for you, then it’s not because you’re bad, it’s just not the right method for you.)

I hope, something of this will be somehow helpful, but as always feel free to ask when there’s still something unclear or you have more questions. (I always feel like I ramble a lot.)

What I did:

Learning about the general measurements of the body.-> I have a mental checklist by now, I keep in mind when drawing bodies and on there I have different information about how big/long the parts of the body are in comparison to other parts: Most prominently I use - the thighs have about the length of the upper body- your elbows are at the height of your waist- the full length of the arms reaches the middle of your thighs- the hands with fingers are as long as the face- the lower arm is slightly shorter than the upper arm … basically, when you think, something is off, look at your own body and sometimes it also helps recreating the pose and see how it looks and how far, for example, your arms can actually reach, when you make a certain move. 

The same goes for the face. Like, depending on how realistic you want to work, the space between your eyes has the length of your eyes for example. Or that the line of the lips is parallel to the line of the eyes, and that the eyes are usually more in the center of the face, than you’d think. (I have the tendency to place them too far towards the corner of the face.)

These are the proportions, that often help a drawing, when you feel like something is off - at least for me - it tends to be because an arm is longer than the other or something like that, the head is too small/big, etc. If you’re not sure, go through the different parts and look how they behave in size compared to the rest of the body. And when you look at photographs, look at how long something is compared to something else or how thick and also when you want to draw somebody muscular, look at references and look at where the silhouette of the body differs from somebody non-muscular, how do muscles influence the proportions and where are they (you often already get different necklines for different body types).

Then about movement: 

First off: Fluid movement is difficult, don’t beat yourself up about it too much. And I already mean something ‘simple’ like walking or running, because it’s one thing to make a drawing where somebody can recognize ‘Ah, the character is running’ and where they can actually feel them running (sounds cheesy, I know), where the weight is positioned right and the hair moves accordingly and so on.-> So, start small, don’t aim too high too soon, if you try to skip the steps in between, you’re going to hurt yourself.

(Second: With portraying movement well, the composition of your drawing also plays a role, too. So there are a lot of factors, that play into whether or not movement looks good. It’s not something you do on just one level.)

Now, what I mostly did here, is learn and practice foreshortening and  perspective in general, and not just with bodies, just drawing simple objects in a certain perspective can already help to work up your three-dimensional thinking and the awareness of the fact, that in a certain perspective or position for example parts of the body are simply not visible. 

Other than that, I usually look at drawings, that I admire because of their motion and try to analyze why I like them so much, what catches my attention about the motion, then I try to copy that and break the often more complex drawing down into the most basic lines. You don’t need details and shading to sell the motion itself, they help, but don’t carry it. For this, it’s also always interesting to look into behind the scenes drawings of animators and such. Well-animated animes are always great for that study or movies.

Also, first practice proportion, then go into motion. If you don’t have your proportions worked out, your motion won’t look good.

And now just some general things about improving efficiently. 

- Daily practice, just stick to pencil sketches. (If you want to, maybe try out sketching with color pencils, so it’s not always grey.) But do at least one each day, fill your sketchbook pages.

- Concentrate on what you want to practice, choose smaller parts of the body. One week you only draw hands, the next one it’s only feet, then you get to full upper bodies or facial expressions, take your pick, but if you’re having trouble with full bodies, go step by step. (The human body is complex as hell.)

- Watch the people around you (as creepy as that sounds, but try not to be creepy). If you see somebody talking with their hands, look at for example, with what hand gesture which part of the fingers are visible, how big/long are they compared to each other.

- Erase every line, that doesn’t belong. You drew a perfect hand, but it’s not in the right space? Erase it, you will draw great hands again.

Some technical stuff I do:

- For the first sketch, when you hold your pencil, move your fingers a bit further up, so you’ll have less control over where exactly the line goes, which helps to create more dynamic lines and it helps with not putting too much pressure on it right from the start.

- I started sketching with an 0.35 mechanical pencil, which gave me more room for details, which ended up being a lot more relaxing for the sketching process. :)

And in the end: Don’t stress yourself, seriously. If you practice every day, you will notice, how some things will get easier, how you start building up a form of archive of lines for different things, and you will get faster at getting the right expression down on paper.

Be kind to yourself, breathe. If you don’t get anywhere with one sketch, start another, just don’t throw your sketchbook out of the window. :)

P.S.: Unfortunately I don’t have anything, that would show my work with construction lines properly because my sketches tend to get very messy or I just erase the helping lines when I don’t need them anymore. I would have to film the process to show how I do it, I think. Would there be an interest in seeing how I sketch?

#anon

[onemoreepitaph]

The Saga of the Swamp Thing and the trouble of writing comic book reviews.

So, I recently finished finished reading The Saga of the Swamp Thing (or as it’s known in more modern terms, Swamp Thing volume 2). As with every comic (and most things) I finish, I want to review it. This poses a problem, as Swamp Thing is 171 issues covered by a massive amount of different staff members with low cohesion beyond canon. Pasko’s Swamp Thing is vastly different from Moore’s from Collin’s from Millar’s and so forth. This makes it difficult to review as one piece even if I can define it with a beginning, middle, and end. I’ve reviewed comics before without problem. Even comics with multiple directions (such as Miracleman) but not on such a massive scale.

Really, the writing isn’t even the thing that makes it hard to review. I can cover disjointed writing. It’s the disjointedness of everything. In visual mediums, I like to review the visual design, and swamp thing has passed through the hands of so many artists that even recalling all of them is incredibly difficult. I can give kudos to Tatjana Wood’s coloring for by far being the most consistent thing in this comic book. So rather than formatting this like I like to on my other blog, I’m going to give this a more messy crazy whirl.

(If you’re here after Alan Moore’s Swamp Thing and just want to know if you should read the rest jump down to the very bottom (past issue 171))

To start off, let me acknowledge that this is a sequel, and should be treated as such. Since the end of the first volume, Alec Holland is Swamp Thing again (this happens in Challengers of the Unknown, but for all intents and purposes treat the last 2 issues of volume 1 as non-canon, life will be better that way.) Swamp Thing finds a peculiar situation, a man trying to kill his daughter whilst declaring her the anti-christ. Swamp Thing saves her, and thus starts on his next great arc. Unlike the individual stories of volume 1, volume 2 is more arc based. This is for better and for worse, the stories have more character, more plot, and more impact, but also this can lead to dragging and near filler. Generally I’d say it’s just alright in the first few arcs, they’re interesting but unmemorable. The story really picks up in issue 16 with a few character reintroductions, and we’re off to the races from there. Swamp Thing is a famous comic book, and for good reason. The next arcs are a work of brilliance, taking the horror hero concept through some truly interesting reconstructions with absolutely brilliant writing and amazing visual design.

While it’s no painting, the cohesion between writing and visuals is near perfect. You can tell the team was skilled and in alignment. The Love and Death arc of this series is both an amazing story, and the arc that broke the comics code. This marked the evolution of swamp thing from the newspaper stand kids’ content to the saga of respectable storytelling we now hold comic books to be (at their best at least). But no gold rush lasts forever, and the other side of the 50 mark the series begins to cool down into an interesting but only somewhat above average niche it slides into by 100. After that, the series gets turbulent in some interesting ways, which each consecutive writer having drastically different visions and some moments that changed the story almost as much as The Anatomy Lesson did. Your mileage on the post-100 side of swamp thing will probably vary a LOT, with different tones both thematically and visually throughout the rest of the series. If you were to show me issue 166 and tell me it’s the same comic as issue 66, I would find it incredibly difficult to believe you (assuming I weren’t accustomed to these massive changes.) I can say however, that the final ending of the series is a true highlight. It pulls from the legacy of the character into quite a unique finale. 

So, here’s the question. Do I recommend Swamp Thing volume 2? Short answer, yes. Long Answer, maybe? It’s status as an un-cohesive story makes it hard to recommend. Most people would recommend issues 21-64, but I’m not sure I agree. I do recommend it from the start, knowing that it will get better. Issue 64 is a great ending, and the only good drop off point until the very end. I can with little doubt recommend up to there. Beyond that is less of a solid go. I firmly believe if you carry on past that point, you will at some point grow distaste with the series. It can be all over the place, and at times I thought to myself “I’d enjoy this story if it were it’s own thing and not Swamp Thing” but I found the experience to be worth it in the end. The transition from 64 to beyond is a bit rough, as 64 feels like a good point to end end the series, but it continues on with a writer who’s clearly not as good as the writer before him. When Nancy A. Collins comes along in the early 100s, she drastically changes the tone, and with Millar starting work on the series it becomes almost unrecognizable as anything before it. I do think, despite all of this, it comes together as one good piece. I think most people will grow to dislike the series at some point, but only temporarily. So if you find yourself at issue 64 and want more, I advise you to carry on, but know it will be a crazy and imperfect experience. 

Rating this series in final is difficult, at any point it was somewhere between a 6 and a 9, but usually floated around 7. Overall I think I’ll give it a 7.5, albeit a very interesting 7.5

So, here’s the gloves off spoilers in section. If you’ve never read any of swamp thing volume 2, I implore you to take your leave here. This is mostly for those who have read Moore’s run. I’m going to do a run by run break down. Martin Pasko’s run (1-19) is fine. I found it enjoyable, mostly towards the very end, and it lays the groundwork for some stuff that will pay off later. Really, throw issue 20 into this as well, as it’s just an ending piece for this run. I think it’s a fine enough lead up to the Moore run, but if it existed in isolation I wouldn’t remember it one bit. I recommend it for first time readers, but if you’ve already read beyond it there’s no real point in going back to it. The Moore run (20-64) explains itself. It’s famous. It’s pretty awesome. I generally liked it, even if I didn’t love it. It’s not my favorite Moore work because I don’t think it builds on itself all that well, but the good parts are damn good and art and prose are excellent. I really feel like the space arc was definitely in the territory of “more neat than interesting” but it was a good read nonetheless. oh god my cat wants attention he’s so adorable aaaaaaaa Everytime i type he paws at me for attention ok he went to go do something else. Okay so, Rick Veitch (65-87). Veitch worked as an artist with Moore, so he and Moore are very much on the same page. Despite Moore closing the book in 64, Veitch reopens it with something that feels consistent. The nearly logical next step, the problem is Veitch is not Moore. Veitch had a shitty job, of following that up. He did it the best he could, but he just wasn’t as skilled. If you want more Swamp Thing, it will give you that, but if you want more ground-breaking comics kino, you’re out of luck. It’s a fine read, but the gap is noticeable. The other problem with Veitch is that due to the issue 88 fiasco, his plot didn’t finish by his own hands. Some people read just Veitch, but his ending isn’t an ending. He was supposed to be followed up by Gaiman (who wrote the excellent annual 5), but the issue 88 fiasco made Gaiman also back out. While this was a pretty damn respectable move on Gaiman’s part, it makes me sad wondering what that run could have been. Doug Wheeler (88-109) came in and finished up the arc and then wrote his own war epic, Quest of the Elementals. While Wheeler is a lot of the times criticized as being the bottom of the barrel for Swamp Thing, I found him to be about on par with Veitch. Interesting, but not remarkable. I do give him credit for having an actual ending to his run, which I suppose could be used as an ending point for the series but it’s clearly an arc ending and not a story ending. Then Nancy A. Collins comes in (110-138). Her Swamp Thing is tonally quite different. It’s a much slower, toned down Swamp Thing. A lot of times people describe it as being closer in tone to the pre-Moore era. I liked how it spent more time developing the supporting cast and actually giving Swamp Thing time to be at home with his family. The run was almost comfy until right after the move to Vertigo, it stopped being so. I don’t know why, but on the way out Collins decided to break the status quo, leaving a really unhappy ending. The early parts of her run were some of my favorite parts of Swamp Thing in awhile, but the ending was just upsetting. This is followed up by a one issue Black Orchid crossover, which is neat I suppose. Then we get to Millar (140-171). He starts out his run working with Grant Morrison in this 4 issue story that’s almost pure insanity. It was interesting, but really was a prologue to Millar’s greater run to come. At first I did not like Millar’s run at all. A fuckload had changed. The art was in this simplified, dynamic style that contrasted abrasively with the prior style. The story had become lonely and quite a dark downer, but it picks up. The first real arc, Parliament of Stones, is the biggest offender of being both a downer and not very good. I think from here, it really starts to improve. It still is pretty dirty and down, but it’s got a bit more humanity to it rather than just being shitty for shitty’s sake. The last stretch, Trial by Fire, was quite fantastic. It makes real good on the size of the Swamp Thing legacy, running this clearly Alan Moore like story, and just keeps pulling brilliance out until it ends on an ultimately upbeat note.I see why Millar’s run is the most recommended past Veitch, but it really is rough getting used to. Ultimately though, it justifies both itself and a lot of the weight that the series has gained.

#dc #dc comics #swamp thing #alan moore #mark millar

[smoothshift]

Purchased a new 2017 Fiat Abarth and wrote a mini review via /r/cars

Purchased a new 2017 Fiat Abarth and wrote a mini review

http://ift.tt/2AF98Vw

I recently purchased a new car to replace my old 05 Focus ST (which was totaled by a hit and run outside of my house, 2 years ago. With my credit shot, I had to buy a really crappy car for 4 grand and make payments on it, which ended up improving my credit score to a "prime rate" which I ended up selling back to the dealer for 2 grand. I began shopping around and I had 2 cars in mind, this abarth (which I have a love for) and a newer focus ST or a fiesta ST.

After going back and forth between both dealers, I decided to go for the abarth (mostly because the dealer wouldn't let me leave this time and they kept offering me incentives). Granted I really wanted a Focus ST honestly, because this is my "car" and I don't plan on trading it anytime in the future, so if it needs to turn into a people carrier I can do that.

This is also purely a pleasure car since I have a work vehicle

I ended up paying 24900 for the Abarth, (with cloth sport seats, AC/Heater/Heated Seats, No Sunroof, 17 inch sport wheels instead of the 16 inch. This is actually 8 Grand off it's MSRP that the dealer was asking which was 32000. I do know that they do not hold value and like I said above, I'm keeping this car for a while. I do regret though not getting a moonroof or this http://ift.tt/2wXfdY6 colour though, but am pretty happy with my panda abarth.

The Pros

The Looks

This is honestly one of my favourite cars for looks, it really stands out on the roads I feel, I love all the abarth badges everywhere ALTHOUGH I feel like the ones on the steering wheel do not feel premium (it looks like it was screenprinted ontop of a piece of metal and glued on the steering wheel, I would have loved to see a 3d cutout version instead. It honestly looks special and even if some angles it looks fucking ugly, other angles it looks absolutely gorgeous.

Also the steering wheel is really premium, it's nice and thick in the hand and wrapped in a really soft leather, the cloth seats are alright, mine came with the black red combo, which looks great too. I'm not a big fan of the plastic dash although They put some premium leather above the spedometer it just feels sorta out of place. Also the doors are heavier than previous years, and close a lot better, it's actually one thing I noticed immediately compared to my friends 2013 fiat turbo.

The Sound

My brother owned a maserati in the past and when I rev this thing up I literally get an orgasm everytime. There is something magical about this exhaust note. https://twitter.com/MeowjinBoo/status/933243114742886405 Just hearing it makes it feel like it goes faster than it really does, and once in a while you hear a little backfire (and i'm sure some flames are shooting out of the exhaust when it does it), I get a tremondous joy when I drive this car. The sound system that comes stock is pretty good (although there is a BEATS option, I can't imagine it being that much better.

The Drive

Alright this is a good and bad thing. The most annoying thing is when I start the car everytime I have to hit 5 buttons. I turn on the rear defroster, front defroster, turn off the traction control, turn on the sport mode, turn on the fog lights, turn on the seat warmer. I JUST WISH THAT IT WOULD REMEMBER MY SETTINGS FROM WHEN I TURNED OFF THE CAR. Driving this car without the sport mode just feels sorta sluggish and honestly I have no idea why you would do that.

Even when I ratbag this car I get 8L/100km. I fill up with Supreme (94 when I can). I can't imagine the fuel savings but you'd probably get an extra 100km out of a fuel tank with the button turned off, which is a savings of 15 dollars. Plus it drives so fucking dull, you lose the throatty exhaust notes, the car doesn't throttle as fast, although the shifting isn't as janky so maybe its good for carrying lots of people around who are whiny passengers.

The car handles great, sometimes you feel like it can't really go around a corner and the car wants to lift off but it grips, and feels great zooming out of traffic, and I love driving it in Downtown as it's super easy to find parking. The suspension is also lowered and stiffer so expect to the feel the road alot more.

Now there is turbo lag, and most of your power is going to come after the 3k and feels like it flattens out at the 6k range and when the turbo PSI builds up the exhaust gets really loud, people will really know your hitting it hard. I don't really think its a problem but one thing that annoys me is that I can't really start the car in second gear, and I can't tell if I'm a bad driver, but sometimes you hit a right turn and in my old ST you could do it Second, but in this you can't 70% of the time, but when you throw it in first it just jumps forward. Is this an odd complaint? Am I bad driver? I'm not sure.

Also odds are this car won't break 20k km after 4 years. Also the insurance is around 155 a month for full coverage for me from ICBC.

Chryslers LED Speedo thing

It shows you the amount of G's. Thats fucking awesome.

The Cons

Obvious Stuff

First of all even though you can sit 4, your not going to be super comfortable int he back, granted I've had 4 people in there without a real issue, everyone likes to make stupid remarks about it being a clown car. You do have a little room in the hatch for some groceries too and the seats do fold down, but again you bought this because its a pleasure car and nothing else.

Resale Value

YOU WILL LOSE LOTS OF MONEY WITH THIS CAR NO MATTER WHAT. FROM WHAT I UNDERSTAND THE POP'S AND THE BASE FIATS ARE NOTORIOUS FOR BEING UNRELIABLE DUE TO EXTREMLY CHEAP PARTS, THE ABARTH/TURBO HAS A DIFFERENT ENGINE, Different fuel pump, different gear box, different everything. But it probably didn't help the resale, ontop of the fact that in North America people do like their bigger cars.

Also my rear lights are fogging up, and I have to take this to the dealer already for them to deal with it.

Driving Position

Honestly I'm use to it by now, but I have no idea why I can't find a super comfortable driving position. The pedals are too close together, I can't get the steering wheel on the right angle, and I cant get my seat on the right angle. I'm also 6"1, 230 pounds with a really wide and muscular frame (although I am a fatty right now) but even at my slimmest, I can't imagine finding a decent driving position. It might get annoying on a very long drive, although the seat feels lower than my friends turbo, I feel like it's too high still.

The Car Buying Experience

Man, I am not a fan of the dealerships here in Vancouver. Infact if I were to buy another car in the future I'd probably go used with saved money/bank loan. My only other car buying experience is when I purchased an 08 Acura TL and had a no nonsense car buying experience (probably due to the financial crisis at the time) and ended up making 8 grand at the end of my lease.

Now this dealership, wouldn't let me leave (claiming that if I slept on it I'd lose the financing which honestly wasn't a big deal to me, I didn't really need a car), when they told me the price per payment they included a 1500 dollar extended warranty that was essentially 6 oil changes and tire rotations and a detailing. I signed it but according to http://ift.tt/2zMVEXV I can actually get it refunded, which I am doing this weekend.

But seriously I calculated the cost, and how in the world is 6 fucking oil changes costing me 250 dollars each? They also told me if I wanted the "lifetime" engine warranty that I would have to go to their dealer to get all my oil changes done. Also they didn't detail the car properly, left some stickers on the pedals, and the wrap that was on it, still has some residue. I'm taking it in for a second detailing.

Chryslers weird touch screen ugly thing

http://ift.tt/2Ac0kWh

Just look at it. Seriously, it does everything well, but I just think it's so ugly and out of place.

TL;DR

I LOVE MY UGLY GOOD LOOKING CAR BUT HATE THE DEALER AND HATE THE DRIVING POSITION.

Also I plan on keeping this car as my pleasure car and intend to keep it in very good condition. I think it will age very well and it will make people all gitty if they see one 20 years down the road.

#reddit #autonews #auto #cars