#anyway the point is that i wish that three of my four closest friends didn't live in new york alaska & australia

[cataztrophi]

TAZ November Celebration 3: Hide

My third prompt for @taznovembercelebration, "hide," was surprisingly difficult for me, and I actually started three or four different ideas before I settled on this one. But I'm pretty happy with how it turned out, and I'm glad I got to add some taakitz to my TNC work.

The thing about Taako was, you noticed when he was gone. He was so bright and so bold it was like he left a big empty hole in the world whenever he wasn’t there. Surely this was something that everyone felt, and definitely not a reflection of any more complicated feelings Kravitz might have. The point is, after dinner had been served and all the requisite wedding reception rituals had been completed, Kravitz couldn’t help but notice that the brother of the bride had disappeared. He cast a glance at Barry and Lup, who still looked absolutely blissful as they swayed on the dance floor, and decided that they definitely wouldn’t notice if he stepped out for a few minutes as well.

He found Taako standing on a small balcony off one of the smaller rooms of the reception hall. He had his back to Kravitz, looking out over the gardens, and Kravitz ached at the sight of him. Taako had been a part of Lup’s bridal party, of course, and while she had offered to have a matching suit made for him, he insisted on wearing the same style of dress as the bridesmaids. As far as Kravitz was concerned, he’d outshone them all in lavender silk. His hair was styled in an updo that left his neck and back exposed, and the wispy curls that framed his face looked silver with the moonlight shining through them. 

“Hey,” Kravitz said as he approached, and Taako started. When he caught sight of Kravitz he relaxed again, and went back to staring out into the night.

“Hey, Krav.”

“You doing alright?”

“Yep, fine.” 

Kravitz knew better than to expect a longer answer. He came up beside Taako and leaned against the railing, matching his posture. There was a cool breeze that night, and Kravitz could smell lilacs and honeysuckle on the air.

“It’s a big change,” he offered. 

“I guess so.” 

The silence hung heavily in the air between them. To Kravitz’s surprise, Taako was the first to break it.

“It’s not that I’m not happy for her.”

“I know."

“I’m really happy for her. I think Barold’s great.”

“I agree.”

“I just….” He sighed heavily. “Fuck, never mind. It’s not about me, anyway.”

Kravitz wished there was some sort of magic word that could say everything he was thinking, something like, "your feelings are understandable and don’t make you a bad person, and also if you need someone to listen I’m always here for you, and also also if you want to kiss sometimes I’m down for that, but if it makes you uncomfortable just forget I said anything and let’s pretend nothing happened." But he didn't know how to have any of those conversations right now, and he definitely couldn't have them all at once, no matter how much he’d like to skip to the part where he found out if he had ruined his closest friendship by making things weird. So he did the best he could. 

“You’re her world, you know. Nothing’s going to change that.”

He was happy to see some of the tension go out of Taako’s shoulders. “Thanks.” 

They could still hear the music coming from the reception. The night was winding down, and it was mostly slow songs now. Kravitz could see the hem of Taako’s skirt fluttering as he swayed in time to the music, and an idea struck him that made his heart jump up into his throat.

He stepped back from the railing and held one hand out to Taako. “May I have this dance?” Just as friends. Just as a distraction. 

Taako’s expression transformed from sullen neutrality to surprise. Then a gentle smile spread across his face and he took Kravitz’s hand. Kravitz pulled him in, close enough to lead him, but careful to maintain a respectable distance between them. His hand settled into the curve of Taako’s waist like it belonged there. 

Kravitz led well, and Taako’s lithe movements effortlessly matched his own. 

"You're pretty good at this," Taako noted.

Kravitz shrugged, but he couldn't deny the little swell of pride he felt. "Merle talked me into taking one of his classes once. I think he was hoping I could get some more guys into it."

"I'm surprised they weren't breaking down the doors when they saw you." He smiled, and it went through Kravitz like a lance.

"I- uh… what was that?" he said eloquently.

Taako's grin widened, which didn't help Kravitz put his thoughts in order at all, and spun out from him. When he spun back in, Kravitz couldn’t help but notice that he stepped in closer than before. Their faces were so close now. If Kravitz just leaned forward–if he wasn't a coward about it–

Then the moment passed, and Taako rested his head on Kravitz’s shoulder. The sting of disappointment lasted only for a second before Taako settled himself against Kravitz’s chest and he was overwhelmed by a wave of affection that nearly brought him to his knees. Forget about the half a dozen conversations they still had to have. Forget about the loud party and the long day and the uncomfortable clothes he couldn't wait to get out of. For now it was enough to feel Taako’s warmth against him, to draw him in by the hand on his waist and feel him press closer in return. Maybe that could always be enough. 

The song ended, fading into a more upbeat tune, and they slowly swayed to a stop. Still Kravitz couldn’t make himself pull away. 

"Hey Krav?" 

"Yes?" He could feel Taako’s breath, soft and warm against his neck.

"Thanks for… you know… coming to find me."

"Any time." He tried to keep his tone light, but part of him was praying Taako could hear what he meant behind it: not just "any time" but "every time, every time I will find you, as long as I can hold you, as long as there are moments like this." 

Taako stepped back, just slightly, still with his arm around Kravitz’s neck. In one swift movement he went up on his toes and pressed his lips to Kravitz’s. Before Kravitz could react he was spinning out of his arms again, pulling him back to the party. He smiled like the sun, and Kravitz followed him happily towards the light. 

#taz november celebration #taako #kravitz #taakitz #taz balance #troph writes

[darcyfangirlsfrequently]

We Fell in Love in October, chapter six - October 6th: Sergio

Again, for @gaelic-symphony

Summary: Tara and Emily rescue a cat with the help of their animal lover friend, Penelope Garcia, and her rich dad.

Chapter word count: 1336

Total word count: 8364

Can also be read here on Ao3

The weather was sunny, and even slightly warm, so the girls decided to go out for a walk. They dropped Emily's things off at her house, since she had decided she should probably stay at her own house on school nights, then gone on the footpath in the forest behind Emily's house. 

Somehow, over the past six, days they had gotten to the point in their relationship where they wouldn't walk anywhere without holding each other's hands. There was something very comforting about holding someone's hand. 

"I love how the leaves look when they're changing colors," Tara sighed wistfully, gazing up and all the shades of yellow, orange, and red that surrounded them. 

"Yeah, they're pretty great," Emily agreed. "I only wish they didn't mean that it's getting colder and winter is coming.

"Well, beauty always comes with a little bit of pain, right?"

Emily guffawed. "A little bit? Tara, we get one, maybe two months of pretty leaves, if we're lucky. And then we get three to four months of snowy and icy hell. That beauty-to-pain ratio is way off."

"I guess you're right."

They continued walking for a bit before the sound of something rustling in the brushes stopped them dead in their tracks. They started to back away before a soft mewl came from the bush. Emily and Tara knelt down and moved some branches away to reveal a small black cat hidden in the bush. 

"Oh my god!" Emily exclaimed. "The poor thing." She tentatively reached out for the cat, not wanting to scare it. The cat pulled away from her at first, but then seemed to realize Emily had no intention of hurting it, so it let her pick it up. "Poor little guy," she said, taking him–because now that she had picked him up she could see it was indeed a he–into her arms. "He's shaking."

"He's probably cold and terrified," Tara pointed out. "Who knows how long he's been out here?"

Emily scratched just under his chin. "He doesn't have a collar."

"We should probably take him to the vet."

"I don't have a car or a license," Emily said. "And the closest one is not within walking distance. We also don't have anything to bring him in."

Tara was already pulling out her phone. "Well, Penelope occasionally fosters pets through the shelter she volunteers with, right? She would probably have the stuff. Maybe she and her dad could take us."

"Yes, good idea."

Penelope picked up after the second ring. "Hey, Tara! How's your weekend with your girlfriend going?"

Tara chose to ignore that comment in favor of keeping this little kitten safe. "Hey, Penelope. Emily and I were out walking in the forest behind her house–"

"Romantic." 

"Shut up. Anyway, we found an abandoned cat back here, and we were wondering if you and your dad could pick us up and take us to the closest vet? We need to make sure he's okay."

"Oh my god! Yes! We'll be there right away! And I'll bring a crate and blanket and toys and– yes, I'll see you soon!"

"Perfect, thanks, Penelope." She hung up and turned back to Emily. "Yeah, she's on her way. Let's get back to your place."

Emily grabbed her purse and wallet, then the two of them, plus cat, waited for their ride.

Penelope and David Rossi, her adoptive father were at Emily's house ten minutes later. Penelope helped Tara and Emily corral the cat into the crate she had filled with blankets and toys to make his ride the most comfortable it could be. 

"Thank you for doing this, Mr. Rossi," Emily said. 

"No worries, I was having a hard bout of writer's block, this gave me a reason to get out of the house. And please, call me Dave." Before adopting Penelope, David Rossi had been an FBI agent. The work weighed on his soul heavily, so he eventually decided to retire early and write books about his time as an FBI agent. After seeing so many children be left without children made him want to provide a life for a child without a family, which was how he’d found Penelope, whose parents had died in a car crash when she was young. He had made quite an impressive amount of money through his time with the FBI and his writing career, so he was able to provide her a very comfortable life.

Fortunately, the vet wasn’t busy that day, so they were able to take the cat in as soon as they arrived. The three girls were pacing anxiously, already having grown fond of the little thing. Dave, in turn, was watching them fondly. He had once been worried about Penelope’s ability to make friends, but she had made an excellent group of friends in High School. He approved of all her friends, and was one of the first to recognize when her feelings for her friend Luke became more than platonic. It wasn’t his place, so he never asked about it. He did, however, hint at it more than once when it became obvious (at least to him) that those feelings were reciprocated. He only hoped their friends would be able to give them a shove in the right direction.

The doctor finally came out with good news. The cat was fine, all things considered, just a little malnourished and dehydrated. All that would be fixed with a couple of weeks of good care. Dave paid the vet, much to Emily’s protest, and then drove the girls home.

“What do you think you’re going to call him?” Penelope asked in the car. 

Emily had the cat in her arms now, and was petting him gently behind his ears. “He looks like a Sergio. Don’t you think?”

Tara laughed, reaching over to pet Sergio as well. “Of course you would name your cat something rare like Sergio.”

“I think Sergio is a perfectly wonderful name,” Penelope interjected.

“Thank you, Penelope,” Emily said with a pointed look at Tara.

Dave dropped Emily and Tara off at Emily’s house, and they offered for Penelope to come in and play with Sergio, but she politely declined, wanting to give the two girlfriends some time to themselves and the cat. “Besides,” she said. “I need to go home to pick some cat necessities, food and such to bring by so you can care for this beautiful boy.” She dropped a kiss on Sergio’s head. “I’ll come back later to drop it all off.”

Once Penelope left, Tara and Emily sat on the couch and attempted to play with Sergio, but the poor thing was so tired he just lay down on their laps and fell asleep, so they settled for petting him instead.

“This is such a lesbian cliché,” Tara whispered.

“What, the cat?”

“Yes, the cat! This is possibly the gayest shit we could’ve done!”

“And it’s only October sixth. We have a whole month of gay shit to do.”

Penelope came back a few hours later with food and everything else Emily would need to care for Sergio, at least for a while. “Do you want a ride home, Tara?” Penelope asked. “My dad offered.”

“Want? Not really. Need? Probably, yeah. Just let me get my things?”

“Absolutely, we’ll be waiting in the car.”

Tara left Emily with a tight hug and a swift kiss on the cheek, something Dave’s keen eyes didn’t miss. He turned to his daughter. “Are those two…?”

Penelope grinned knowingly. “Mhmm.”

Dave smirked. “Huh. Makes you think, doesn’t it?”

Penelope glared at him. “Dad. Drop it.”

Dave threw his hands up in surrender. “I’m just saying!”

“Well stop saying. Nothing will ever happen between me and Luke.”

Dave’s smirk widened. “I never said anything about Luke.”

Penelope’s face went bright red, but she was saved from further teasing by Tara getting into the car.

That night, Emily fell asleep with a cat on her stomach and a smile on her face. It had been a good day.

#Temily fanfiction #Temily High School AU #We Fell in Love in October #Temily #Tara Lewis #Emily Prentiss #Garvez #Luke Alvez #Penelope Garcia #David Rossi #Criminal Minds

[notebook-of-elle]

lowkey im a bit heartbroken over a guy(s?) and i will never, NEVER, admit that to any one irl so im gonna share here instead, you can skip, i just needed to get it out :)

so this guy became my first and closest friend in college. we really clicked, genuinely had a lot of fun together and despite my best friend from home continuosly teasing me if i liked him (because he is literally my type through and through) i always told her that no, i don't like him like that.

few weeks pass and i can't get it out of my head, maybe i do like him? but i kept pushing it down... idiot. since then, he fucked a girl in our group which i wish i could say didn't hurt, but after too much time thinking about it and processing, yeah it did hurt. they (the group) didn't seem to know, and they don't need to know honestly. i kept pushing him to talk to this one girl in our class and he kept pushing to talk to this cute guy as well. idiots.

we went and got tattoo appointments together and he went over a lot and one occasion we crashed at a friends house (one bed troupe style.... yeah) not like we woke up tangled up, i leave that to works of fiction.

skip to christmas holidays and he's thinking of dropping out. okay, that's okay i'm here for you and all. he still comes back and he's.... weird, always on the phone blah blah blah and i asked him okay dude, who's that? like ohhhh go get them boy (genuinely happy for him, it takes me sometime to process emotions okay??? i only let myself feel hurt way wayyy later) so yeah he got a girl back home. and of course i'm supportive as fuck.

new year's comes and he's dropped out and gone home. at first he's still talking to the group chat but it's been now nine months and he's not talking to me. he talks in the group chat occasionally, and to the other couple in our group... just... not me, really. ah ah ah yeah that definitely doesn't hurt.

you know the worst?? after he left, my friends in the group told me it was clear something was up between us and that they thought he liked me. like we we're the only ones not seeing it. but then then why would he fuck our friend.... like i don't know if it was how we interacted, how we looked. i don't know and i don't care. i don't.

skip to yesterday.... he's texting me because when he went home (9 months ago, never visited despite our (the ppl still at college) best effort) he took my powerbank and we've talked three or fours times to arrange him mailing it to me, so we finally got that done, and he sends me a "i miss you" and asks how i have been. boy it has been nine months, can you be so clueless, so fucking- ugh.

fucking fuck me

im shutting that convo down as i'm also writing this.

now the cute guy that he was pushing me to be with. buckle fucking down. because for as long as i denied the crush i had on my friend i kept this crush on the cute guy. like he's cute and he talks to me and we have things in common. it was enough for me at that point. anyways yeah that was starting to happen and then he dropped out too, one month or so after my friend. but he stayed in the city because he works there, and like i know where he goes i walk by it often and all. one month after he dropped out he has a girlfriend :) like fuck me. and so today i woke up and see an insta story of their 8 months together :)

yesterday the i miss you and today the anniversary post.

i just feel like the unluckiest person in the world when it comes to this, seriously. the fact is, i'm not even gonna get into my girl crushes and moments because then i'll never stop talking.......

if anyone at all read this.... thank you and i'm so sorry :')

#rant post #lil rant #vent #because im legit heartbroken #heartbreak #i hate college #tw men #yes #that's a tag now

[siimjaeyun]

Chapter 2: Caution, Gators can eat humans. 

Synopsis: The wishes for a new mystery after the sudden decrease in Seoul sends the teen mystery group to a town nearby. It’s own name justifies itself, and let’s just say: things don’t get pretty when JK (the anonymous caller) sends them on a chase. 

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Absent-mindedly, the man continued to drive his SUV  through the bumpy roads of Gatorsville, a small town just miles away from Seoul. 

"We need to pull up for gas." The father made his way to the abandoned gas station, allowing his daughter to walk for a bit with the puppy. 

The small puppy ran off into the bushes; the girl followed suit and called its name.

When she managed to reach her hand in, it met a pair of red fiery eyes back at her. Shocked, she jumped backwards and cried for help. 

"Dad! It's a monster!" In disbelief, the man refused to believe her, but met the same sketched black-green lizard pattern with glowing eyes. 

He didn't manage to say much, but got himself into the car and drove off in a hurry leaving whatever the creature was back in the dark. 

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"I'm bored.." Sunoo plopped backwards and landed on top of poor Sunghoon who was resting comfortably on the floor. 

"What's up with Seoul, there hasn't been a mystery!" Jungwon soon joined Sunoo, crushing Sunghoon as well, making him cry out. 

"Yo Jake, help me!" Jake helped the boy, picking him up and throwing him on the couch with you. 

"Heeseung what's this?" You picked the magazine that was crumpled between the two couch cushions; part of you wished you had left it once seeing the front cover.

"It's a trap illustrated! Where do you think I got the inspo for this beauty." He flaunted the cords hung onto the metal crates.

"And who exactly do you expect to catch?" 

Right on time, the delivery man got himself hung onto the trap set on the front, simply handing him the package once Heeseung managed to open the door and let him free. 

"It's a package." 

A loud thunder banged against the windows, letting the rain and its friends make itself present in the home. With caution, he opened it revealing an object covered by tissue and an envelope stamped in red with [JK] 

"I swear JK gives me the creeps." The group opened the rest of its contents and found a gator skinned bag in the box. 

"Maybe a trip to Gatorsville wouldn't hurt. Safe travels." 

"This doesn't make sense. I thought Gatorsville didn't make skin products anymore." Jake observed the purse, handling each nook and cranny with care. 

"Gatorsville? Like as in actual Gators?" Sunoo tried setting himself apart, clearly intimidated by the idea of gators. 

"150 years ago, miners had moved to Gatorsville in search of oil and gold. Instead, they found the abundance of gators in the area, and mounted businesses on the farms which made them rich. They sold products everywhere, but when there were no more gators, everyone moved out. It's practically a ghost town." 

"Then I'm assuming we have a new mystery?" Heeseung smiled and led the way out the door, at least before all six of you found yourselves captured in the same trap as the delivery man. 

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"Let's look around." They split into their usual teams, and trailed off. 

"So, Jake, how do you like it so far?" You realized you hadn't learned much about the boy besides his past in Australia and his cute dog that visited occasionally. 

"To be honest, it was really boring before Sunghoon invited me to come along. I'm glad I've got people who make life interesting." His small eye smile reassured you and you kept exploring the area. 

From afar, Jungwon, Heeseung, and Sunoo found no hope of a mystery and made their way back to the remaining three of you. 

"I guess JK sent us on a wild goose chase. Let's head back before it's too late." You gladly hopped back into the van and when Heeseung turned his key, the car wouldn't start. He trudged back and opened the car to see his engine had gone missing. 

"Uhh...guys!" Sunghoon walked out, first witnessing the same event. 

"H-how is it possible?" The six teens huddled around the missing spot, and turned around with a blinding light flashed forward. 

"What do you exactly think you're doing!?" A man in his late 50's stepped out of the tow truck, and his eyebags and cuts on his upper eyebrow clearly signaled he wasn't here to talk much. 

"Our engine is missing, think you can help?" 

"And why should I?" He punched his knuckles and caused Jungwon to step backwards with Sunoo. 

"Cause you're a mechanic?" 

"Right. Well you're going to have to wait until tomorrow morning anyway-I have to wait for Seoul to come deliver a new one." 

As the teens tried to call their parents, they received no response. They were either busy or didn’t care, clearly comforting the goofy timeline of teen chaos and drama. 

"Just call Jay, maybe he can come." Hesitant, you dialed his number and received no response. 

"He probably fell asleep. We're gonna have to stay the night." A neon sign was perfectly hung on the side of a building. 

[GATOR INN] 

"Hello, anyone there?" You clung onto Jake who just like you, preferred to lurk in the background while Heeseung and Jungwon took the lead. 

"What do you want!?" A woman appeared from the dark shadows of the motel stairs, letting her fingers trail against the handrail. 

“A room?” 

“We’re all booked.” The woman sat on the closest tool: filing her nails without bothering to look at the teens in their eyes. 

“But your sign says vacancy.” Sunghoon pointed to the sign from before, the clear letters stating VACANCY. 

“Alright, follow me. I have a few rules, the girly over there gets her own room. The five of you that remain can split into two rooms.” 

“Wait, no. Jungwon-he’s my brother; we can share a room.” You gave a slight signal to Jungwon to play along with the game, and the woman simply handed you the keys and walked back. 

Her bright red hair decorated in pink bows peaked from behind her, but disappeared almost immediately once she turned her head forwards to face you. 

“One more thing, if you hear biting, screams, loud shrieks: ignore and enjoy your day.” Her loud hairstyle finally left the hall, and you entered the old furnished room with Jungwon. 

“It’s clear this hasn’t been cleaned in months.” You dropped your bag on the bed, and accompanied the bag to find a comfortable spot to rest. 

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“I wonder why y/n would lie to the woman about Jungwon being her brother.” Jake sat on the nearby chair, pushing the cushion downward. 

“He’s scared to sleep alone; and he’s basically her child.” 

“I’m not sleepy.” 

“Neither am I. Why don’t we head out and explore if there’s anything worthwhile in the Motel.” They grabbed their jackets and exited the room, finding Jungwon and y/n heading out as well. 

The four bodies met at the center of the hall, confused, but not surprised by their need to exit the walls of the motel guest room. 

“Clearly, smart minds think alike.” You scoffed at his statement and led the way out the lobby. There wasn’t much to see clearly. The van was parked on the curb, the sky was dark and covered in a blanket of fog; everything appeared in order. 

The comfortable silence was quickly disturbed by subtle movements in the bushes. 

“I-i think something is there.” Jake reached out to move the branches and get a clear image, but a creature jumped out causing them to fall on their backs. 

“G-gator people!” Sunghoon picked up Jungwon, while Jake helped you up and led you away from the monster that was currently chasing you. You quickly made your way up the flights of stairs: pushing through the other flights that followed to your bedrooms. 

The creature continued; its sharp claws gauging at the walls and leaving a claw nail stuck in the paintings that were nicely hung. Without hesitation, the four of you barged into Heeseung and Sunoo’s room. 

“What are you guys doing here?” Sunoo barely bothered to look up from his screen when he witnessed the same creature enter the room, crushing the door that was once attached. 

“Gator people?” In fear, all of you clung onto the windows from the edge. Your foots collected on top of a single mattress, throwing the closest objects towards the creature.

The room quickly went black. A red glow emerged from the corners from the room allowing the two gators to creep under the floorboards and take a hold of your right leg pulling it downward. 

Your body slipped from the thin lifting of the window balcony, and soon enough it was being dragged from under the five boys,  leaving you to scream. 

Jake and Heeseung plunged forwards, each taking a hold of one of your arms to prevent the gators from dragging your body any further. Sunghoon took the liberty of stomping on the arms of the gators, making them retreat backwards. They slipped on their own tails and fell downward through the same hole they had crept through. You made your way up and looked at the gator skin dangling from your ankle. A white stuffing peeked through the thin fabric; the monster clearly wasn’t real. 

“It isn’t real?” Before Sunoo could continue with his pondering thoughts, the two gators once more crawled from below and sank their claws into the boards. The six teens ran out the door and out of the motel. 

‘COME BACK TO VISIT’ The tacky green sign hung on the side, and was the last part of their vision before securely making their way out of the Gatorsville. They turned their heads back to the issue, and saw as the gators came to an abrupt stop once they had exited the town. Slippery, and cautious, the duo hid once more and retreated back. 

“That was close.” 

“We have to go back, come on!” Jungwon, almost-excited like, pushed his older companions to the inners of town once more. They slyly hid in the trees until they found the two gators pushing large crates into a ship; one crate after another went inside. 

“Here.” Heeseung managed to bust the crate open, revealing packs of gator skinned products. Each marked with the same tag from earlier, ‘100% gator.’ 

Sunoo rolled up one of his sleeves and picked a belt from within the crate, and without thought, he wrapped the skin around his own. After some moments, he released the belt from his grasp and let it fall to the ground with a small clank following afterward. 

“It’s fake, just look at my skin!” Sunghoon and Jungwon inspected him and found a pink rashing forming on his pale flesh. Sunoo was known for his skin sensitivity, and everyone knew that any fake animal product would send the boy into itches and scratches. 

“The only thing we have here folks is a bunch of con-artists.” Heeseung sighs and makes his way to set up another one of his elaborate traps. 

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“Jake, now!” Jake quickly shot the arrow to the target, and it lunged to release the two boxes hanging by cords on the top side of the building. 

The gators made their efforts to leave, but quickly were captured by the teen’s proud ploy. 

“Got them!” Jake once more looked at the boxes with curiorsity, helping Sunghoon push it back towards the Motel entrance. 

“Chief Kim.” The police man trudged through Gator Inn and found the huddled teens around two gator people caught in ropes. 

“What is the meaning of this?” 

“This Chief Kim is…” Heeseung pulled back the mask which revealed the owner of the motel inn and the scornful mechanic. 

“What!?” 

“That’s right. This is our home and when everyone left, we couldn’t just go. This is our home. So we started making cheap products to earn some money. We used the costumes to scare off yee visitors and get them away from our business. And we would have gotten away with it, if it wasn’t for you meddling tourists!” 

Chief Kim quickly gave a nod which sent the gators to get sent to the back of his police car. They didn’t bother asking more questions and were about to drive off when Sunghoon rushed behind them. 

“Wait! We need a ride!” 

Almost on cue, the engine of their van made a growl, and the front lights illuminated their bodies. “Is it haunted?” Jungwon approached it carefully, and lifted the hood of the car; the engine was back in its place and now accompanied with a note hanging from the top. 

“I hope you enjoyed your visit, but remember there is more to come. This is only the beginning of the puzzle. JK”  The signature red stamp with bold letters JK glistened under the moonlight. 

“More? I swear, this just keeps getting more creepy.” The six were left with nothing but to make their way back home, and who knows what they would expect next. 

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Note: Jay and Niki will be progressively included in the story line. I’m sorry for the long wait :( 

#enhypen #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #jungwon #jay #heeseung #jake #sunghoon #sunoo #niki #heeseung imagines #jake imagines

[starlit-serenade]

Starry-Eyed Smile | Chapter 2

⭐ Summary: You practically grew up with Youngjo, attached at the hip, two peas in a pod. You did everything together. At some point, both of your feelings became more than platonic, and you both knew it. Everyone knew it. But neither of you have had the courage to do anything about it.

⭐ Chapter 2: 2,594 words

⭐ Pairing: Reader X Kim Youngjo (Ravn) / Characters: GenderNeural!Reader; Kim Youngjo (Ravn); Lee Seoho (Seoho); Kim Geonhak (Leedo); Lee Keonhee (Keonhee); Yeo Hwanwoong (Hwanwoong); Son Dongju (Xion);

⭐ Rated: E / Warnings: I talk too much about Youngjo’s smile / Genre: Fluff; BestFriends-To-Lovers; Angst; Love Triangle if you squint; Happy Ending;

《 Series Masterlist // ONEUS Masterlist // Boy Group Masterlist 》

You had texted Seoho that your work ends on Friday, and in response he sent you the address of where you would be able to find them for filming today. He had told you they'd probably be filming for hours after your work ended, so you didn't need to rush too much. Still, throughout the entire day, you keep your eye on the clock. You watch the hours tick by, wishing that the seconds would fly faster. 

As the clock finally ticks to 4 o'clock, you stand up abruptly from your chair and grab your bag. You make your way out the door with everyone else who is done with work, phone in hand as you head home to change out of your stuffy work clothes and into something more casual and comfortable.

You watch the boys dance in the middle of the room, which is lit up by natural sunlight from above as well as artificial light. The pillars on all ends support several floors, which all circle around the members, all dressed in white which seems to glow in the sun. None of the boys look at you, focused on their choreography. They move so elegantly, it's mesmerizing. They look so ethereal and gentle, but at the same time they dance with so much power it's intimidating.

The music plays loudly from a speaker. You recognize it from when Youngjo showed you it the other day. The title track. This is the first time you're hearing it all the way through, though it's not clearly. The ONEUS director occasionally shouts directions, and there's the constant sound of machinery whirring around. The camera people run the camera around to get a good shot. The other staff members are chatting. Hair and makeup waiting to be needed. You've attended other music video shootings for ONEUS, as one of Youngjo's closest friends. You were present during the Valkyrie and Twilight music video shootings. But still, you're fascinated by the amount of work put into a four minute YouTube video.

The boys finish and take a break for water, hair and make-up.

"Y/Nie is here!" Keonhee yells, walking over to you. You catch Youngjo smiling fondly at you over Keonhee's shoulder.

"Hi Keonhee," you say.

"It's been too long," Keonhee says, pouting. "I haven't seen you in maybe three weeks. I could barely survive it, I'm surprised Youngjo managed to survive that long."

"We actually video called every few days and--" You pause and frown at him. "What do you mean by that?"

"You two are practically stuck together normally," Keonhee says. "I swear you two are soulmates."

"Keonhee," you hiss, smacking him. He laughs, and you look around. Youngjo is off to the side, talking to Geonhak and Hwanwoong. Seoho and Dongju are leaning against a pillar, farther away  talking. You face Keonhee again.

"Everyone knows that you two like each other," he whispers. "Or at least suspects it. It's kind of obvious. "

"Yes, but we aren't together so shut up about it," you say, smacking his shoulder. Just then, you look up and Youngjo is walking over. You smile.

"You didn't tell me you were coming," he says, hugging you.

"Yeah. Seoho invited me."

"Oh, he did?" He smiles, nodding and glancing over at Seoho. "When?"

"When I came over the other day," you say. "As I was leaving to throw away the garbage, I stopped by to say bye and he came to say bye. He came with ms to throw away the trash."

"Oh," he says, frowning a bit. He shakes his head and smiles. "So, uh, what do you think?" he asks, looking back at you.

"I like it. The song is awesome. The video is going to be beautiful," you say, looking around you at the building, the decorations for the music video. Even the costumes that the members are wearing are gorgeous.

"Yesterday we had indoor filming," Youngjo continues. "We have a dark versus light concept that I hope will show well in the music video."

"It will."

You walk over to where the other members are chatting, some of them--Hwanwoong and Dongju--getting their hair and makeup touched up by the stylists.

"Y/Nie came!" Seoho says cheerfully, running to hug you. As he pulls away from the hug, Youngjo inserts himself between you and Seoho, eyeing Seoho suspiciously. You pretend not to notice.

"Looks great," you say, nodding your head to where they were dancing minutes ago. "Love the choreo, too. The song sounds amazing, I'm so excited to get myself a copy of the album."

"No, no," Hwanwoong says, shaking his head. His stylist sighs, and he stills again. "Y/Nie, we'll get you the album as a gift."

"You don't have to."

"You're our friend!" Hwanwoong insists. "We're getting you a copy. Maybe you'll get Ravn's photocard."

You catch Youngjo glaring at Hwanwoong out of the corner of your eye, but decide to ignore it. You're used to the teasing you receive from all of the ONEUS members. As Keonhee had said, everyone knows that you two both see each other as more than friends. But neither you nor Youngjo have had the guts to do anything about it.

"Y/N," Seoho says. "Did you see the ending of the choreo? The killing part? Do we look cool?"

"You guys looked so cool," you say, nodding. "You guys look so elegant and powerful. And the ending, you guys look so cool."

"Do you like the song?" Geonhak asks.

"I absolutely love it, Geonhak. Youngjo showed me a bit of it the other day but hearing it all now, it's more amazing than I thought!"

"Of course Youngjo showed you," Geonhak says, chuckling.

"What was that?" Youngjo asks, his tone scolding. Geonhak shakes his head, smiling innocently.

"Nothing!"

They continue filming, redoing the choreo one more time in the center of the building, then move to film in the woods outside. As the sun begins to set, they film the choreo one more time before the end of the day, while the sun is at just the right place in the sky. You watch from behind the camera. You sigh, knowing that though the music video will be amazing, the camera will never capture the true beauty of the scene.

"You don't have to cook for us," Youngjo says as he sets the table. Nearby, you're helping Geonhak cook bulgogi. Everyone seemed tired after filming, though they tried to hide it from you. You insisted on cooking, or at least helping Geonhak cook.

"Seriously, you six must be exhausted from filming for two days," you say. "So much work all day. Anyway, we're all done!"

The seven of you eat together at the table, chatting about things other than the comeback.

"You should have been there to see what Dongju did yesterday," Geonhak says to you. "We went out, Dongju, Hwanwoong and I, to get bubble tea and snacks. Dongju said he was going to pay, but then said he forgot his wallet at home. Turns out he did it on purpose."

"Hey!" Dongju yells. "I never said I did it on purpose!"

"Oh? Then what happened?"

"I realized as we were leaving that I forgot my wallet. But I didn't say anything," Dongju says, laughing. "I knew it even when I said I'd buy it myself, and I pretended to be surprised so you would buy me snacks and bubble tea."

"These kids," Youngjo says with a chuckle.

After everyone has finished eating and chatting, you gather all of the dishes to wash. Youngjo joins you despite your insisting that he should rest.

"Seriously, Youngjo, you should rest. You worked all day today and you have practice tomorrow."

"Y/Nie, I'm not a kid," he says. "Let me help you wash the dishes."

"Ach, look at them," Keonhee's voice says from behind. "They're so cute like a married couple."

"Get married already!" Hwanwoong yells from the table. Both you and Youngjo turn around at the same time to glare at them. They duck their heads in shame, and you and Youngjo look back at the dishes you're washing. Then you hear a whisper.

"They glared at the same time. They really are destined to be together," Keonhee whispers loudly, clearly intending for Youngjo to hear.

"Yah!" Youngjo runs at him, leaving you at the sink alone as he chases Keonhee around the dorm, yelling, while the other four members laugh at them.

You smile softy. Their childishness is endearingly adorable. They're so serious and focused during work, like when they were filming earlier today. But they are still adorable goofballs.

You watch as Youngjo finally catches Keonhee and holds him still, arms wrapped around him tightly as he squirms. His smile is wide, so he obviously finds this teasing fun, and your heart melts the way it does every time he smiles.

Growing up with him was a gift, and he's very much the same as he used to be. He's always been both hardworking and silly, even when you were kids. No wonder you started liking him more than a friend. With a heart made of gold and a smile brighter than the sun, how could you not fall in love with him?

It's obvious he feels similarly about you. The other members have pointed out to you how much Youngjo loves spending time with just you. How much just your presence makes him smile. Even you notice that he treats you differently than his other friends.

And he knows you like him.

But he doesn't know how much you like him. How just his smile can brighten your darker days. He doesn't know how much you value your relationship, how just spending the day with him makes you happy. You wonder if he has ever caught you staring at him, gushing over his smile or his laugh. You wonder if he's ever caught you humming one of his songs, singing and smiling at his parts, admiring his rapping or singing.

You if he feels the same way about you. If he latches onto your habits and traits the way you've fallen in love with the little things he does.

Your gaze drifts over to Seoho, who is sitting silently at the table with Hwanwoong, smiles at you. You smile back and continue washing the plate in your hand. After a minute, Youngjo returns to your side to help.

"Those kids," he says with a chuckle and a shake of his head.

The two of you finish washing and drying the last few dishes, and you look out the window. The sky outside is dark. It's later than you'd expected to be here.

"Y/Nah," Seoho says. He's moved to the couch, which is now crowded with him, Geonhak--who has Dongju sitting on his lap--Hwanwoong and Keonhee. Youngjo has just gone to the restroom.

"Did you enjoy seeing us film today?" Seoho asks.

"Of course they'll say yes," Geonhak says, not looking up from his phone. "Y/N says yes every time you ask them after a day of filming."

"I did enjoy it," you say as you sit down in the nearest chair. It's true.

"Told you," Geonhak says, smiling. Seoho rolls his eyes.

"I really enjoyed it today," you say. "The song is so cool. And the filming location was absolutely amazing. I thought the building was really cool. I'm really excited to see the music video. Oh!" You check your phone and realize just how late it is. "Oh gosh, I have to get home."

"You're going home?" Youngjo asks, appearing from behind you. You nod, setting your phone down on the table next to you.

"Do you want one of us to take you home?" Seoho asks.

"No, it's okay," you say, shaking your head. "I only live ten minutes away."

"Okay. See you soon, Y/Nie!" Seoho says.

Youngjo walks you to the door, thanking you for helping out with dinner and the dishes, and he waves goodbye as you take the elevator down.

You hum as you walk down the street, slowly making your way toward your home. The night air is cool on your cheeks. The night is dark and calm.

After about five minutes of walking, you hear footsteps behind you. You tense up, but steadily quicken your footsteps, worried that it might be someone with hostile intentions. Then you hear the person call your name.

"Y/N! Y/N!"

You turn around. "Youngjo?"

He comes to a stop in front of you, gasping for breath with his hands on his knees.

Did he run all the way here?

"Youngjo, what--"

"You forgot your phone at the dorm," he says, reaching for his back pocket. He holds out your phone to you, and you take it. "It was on the dining table."

"Thank you for bringing this," you say. You pace your hand on his shoulder as he tries to catch his breath. "Youngjo, you didn't have to run all the way here. I would have noticed and come back to get it."

"I wanted to," he says, standing up straight and fixing his shirt.  "Besides. I kind of wanted to walk you home."

"I'm sure you did. You can walk the rest of the way with me if you really want, since we're halfway there. Or you could go back to the dorm and rest after a long day of filming."

"I'll walk with you," he says.

You nod and continue toward your home, Youngjo by your side. You two walk toward your home together, side by side.

After a minute of comfortable silence, you speak.

"You should be proud," you say. He looks at you curiously. "The song is amazing. The choreo is beautiful. Everything I've heard, from the little sneak peaks you've given me to everything I've accidentally heard when I come into your studio uninvited, it's all amazing."

He smiles sweetly at you. You catch it out of the corner of your eye, the way he smiles that smile that makes you feel giddy. His eyes are shining brighter than the stars in the sky. But then again, Youngjo doesn't have any light pollution in his eyes. He has a very starry-eyed smile.

"I haven't heard all of the songs in full," you continue. "But knowing you and everyone else who has contributed, it'll be a masterpiece."

"Y/N . . ." Youngjo slows his walking pace, and you aren't sure if he's aware of it.

"Hm?" You look at him, slowing your pace to match his. He seems to be thinking really hard, staring at the floor with an unreadable expression. "Youngjo?"

He looks at you with a soft smile. It's not the same starry-eyed smile.

"Thank you for encouraging me, Y/N," he says gently. You feel like he wants to say more, but he doesn't. "Ah, we're here."

You look forward and realize you're at the doorstep of your apartment building.

"Oh yes." You nod. "Thank you for walking with me and returning my phone."

"Thank you for helping Geonhak with dinner and helping with dishes," Youngjo says. "And for visiting us during our music video filming. It gave us--all of us--energy and motivation to do well today."

You smile, opening your arms to him for a hug. He hugs you tightly, squeezing you as if you won't be seeing each other for a while.

You wave goodbye after pulling away and go into your apartment. You watch fondly from the window as Youngjo disappears down the street.

You really love him.

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[thefatpoet-blog]

The Fat Girl Rant

My stylist told me, and he told me repeatedly, that I became pretty, over and over, as he was finishing up the last touches of my haircut. 'You became pretty' He kept saying, his paan filled mouth stretching into a deep red smile.

'Look, beti, I made you pretty.' My mother smiled her stranger smile. It didn't occur to her to correct him. It didn't occur to her to think that he was maybe wrong. She was just happy I now had bangs to cover up my large forehead. Nowhere in that large area she was trying to cover up that ideal beauty standards held place.

I should have told them, both of them, right there. Flipped my on point curls in their face. Let the judgements bounce on and off me as I walked. Make it a part of the feminine charm.

I should have told them, right there, that I was pretty when I walked inside the parlor, with a large forehead, and largerer body.

I was pretty when I was in the car leading up to the parlor, talking to my size zero best friend about not being size zero.

I was pretty when I was at home a short while ago, poeming on eating disorders, tears and ink and blood.. all writing material.

I was pretty, three years ago, when I was 14, and was all girlish and sad and mildly suicidal and not so mildly self harmful, and mindfully self conscious, self conscious, self conscious.

I was pretty.. only, there is no 'was' to my pretty.

You see, it's an infected mind thing. It's one thing to have an overweight body and look in the mirror, and feel insecure, just like other girls all around you, your age.

It's another thing to feel crippled because of it.

I wish I could blame it on the image that media is trying to portray, but hey, media sells to everyone. I bought inside way too many judgements. Knives. I bought way too many knives.

Sometimes, I cut into my skin, sometimes, I cut out all my side fat with it. I bought way too many knives, the judgements got rusted copper brown.

You see, inside my head, I am pretty. Pretty hot. Pretty beautiful. Pretty tempting. I'm the girl my friends -who-are- boys stare at, when they think I'm not looking. I'm the girl who friends -who-are-boys don't want to be just friends with.

Inside my head, I'm my best friend.

You see, I like to learn. Geology. Political science. History. Astrophysics. I like to learn, and there's a lot of me on the outside, so I figured it would only be rational to have a lot of me on the inside too.

The boobs of my brain are plump, and round, my mind's hips shake Arabian, and my brain's bellybutton turns you on.

My brain's a sexy, sexy, raunchy, hot chick. You'd want to do me, right on this table.

But your eyes can see me only on the outside.

I sit next to a boy, feeling like I'm the boy. It's not a good feeling. Put a blade through me, maybe I'll bleed translucent fat instead of blood.

You talk to me about horror stories, I tell you about trial rooms. By now, you should know that mirrors are my demons. Ha, what else do you expect from a fat girl? Inside trial rooms, there are mirrors that show your front, and your back. Oh, your fucking back. Burgers. Tyres stacked on top of each other. Ice cream scoops. Christmas trees. Diabetes. A fat girl's back.

Clothes, plausible outfits, all around me. The casualties have been too severe, I'm sorry to say that your lover, that pretty little red dress did not make it. Did not make it past the breasts.

Your brother, the pink strapless, lost a leg trying to stretch to fit your hips.

Your mother, the torn jeans, sustained several fractures from climbing up your Asia sized thighs.

Your father, the salwar kameez, is holding onto dear life against your huge, and shapeless ass.

You put your loved ones through hell. What kind of abomination are you?

An abomination who's kind of in love with fashion. A fat girl in love with fashion. Oh, of all the ironies. You can't talk about clothing you can't talk about food you can't talk about exercise you can't talk about jawline without earning, 'oh, but you're too fat to be talking about this' looks.

Other girls, your friends, tell you that you are pretty too. They tell you that they have insecurities too. That they feel like you do, all the time. They're just better at fighting it than you are. Their intentions are kind, but it leaves you bitter. How do you tell them that they worry pimples and a little insecure shy glance, you worry jiggling, and disgusted turn of faces?

How do you tell them that they while they dream short clothes and suits and cleavage and butt lifts, you dream of what they already have?

How do you tell them that while they fear being cheated on in a relationship, you fear always being a DUFF?

How do you tell them that while they talk about silhouette, you think about how you don't have one?

How do you tell them that?

You see, by seventeen, I have given up wanting. Or being wanted. I don't look at boys in the eye, unless he's bigger than me. I can't understand the idea that some guy might find me pretty, because I've already seen me through his eyes when he walked inside class, and I'm just a four.

So it comes off across as a surprise when he tells you that he loves you. That too, not on a dare. You lose your mind trying to figure out what he can possibly benefit from calling you his love. Money? We're too young. Fame? We're not hardworking enough yet. It confuses you.

He calls it love, he calls you love, he smiles a gratitude smile to God when you walk inside class to sit next to him.

You wonder why he's acting. The only reason you sat next to him is because you thought he was friendship material.

You see, I wasn't always jealous of my best friend. I wasn't always unspeakingly sad when the boy I liked held her hand through a horror movie. I wasn't always jealous when she occupied center of attention like she was born there. I probably was too big to fit into the center. Let her sit there, it's not like anyone would notice if I was gone anyway.

Unless she notices and tells everyone.

One of my closest friends called me a dumpling. I noticed that people don't fall head over heels in love with dumplings. Dumplings are cute at best, but it can't beat size zero french fries.

That day, I went to sleep crying, sick of being everyone's dumpling.

I like to think I have a large heart, to fit my other wise large body. I love too loudly, too abrasively, too deeply. If I loved you, in any way, you'd know. I love you all the love I don't give myself. I'll use my Asia sized thighs to cross oceans just to make you smile when you're having a bad day. None of your flaws would seem too big for me, none of the things you hate about yourself would seem hate worthy to me. I understand size, and believe me when I tell you, everything about you is extra large right.

I also like to think of myself as a ray of sunshine, because you can't look at sunshine early in the morning and not feel a little better about everything that's wrong. You can't not feel the slight warmth, goldening your skin. I aspire to be that way.

But mostly I like to think of myself as a ray of sunshine because it's so fucking thin.

#fat girl #poetry #self care #mental health #spilled thoughts #poems on tumblr #plus size #likeforfollow #writing

[amorremanet]

on one hand, it’s helped a lot, figuring out that i am actually extroverted, just also autistic and riddled with anxiety (not to mention that deep-set fear that i’m not good enough and never will be and most people probably secretly hate me, even if they don’t know it yet — thanks, mom!), because now i have a better idea of what i need and about some things that work for me on the other hand, it sucks because now i get to be stuck in places like, “i really need to go be around people who aren’t all passive-aggressive psychologically toxic emotional manipulators like my mother and her sister, but i feel so worn down already from dealing with them and the situation with grandma and the miscellaneous family dramas that i have no stake and want to remain uninvolved in, ffs stop trying to make me have an opinion about [topic of the day] “—so, i feel like i might get overwhelmed way too easily and idk if it’d be better for me to be alone or to go be with people. also, i still assume that most people don’t actually want me around unless they outright tell me otherwise, but lbr, i’d do that even if i still thought i’m an introvert, so it’s kinda beside the point”

#the tl;dr of the situation with my grandma is: she has cancer; she's dying; she's taking chemo treatments but at the same time? #she's like 92 or something & they're keeping her alive a little longer but short of an actual miracle? she's probably gonna die this year #which… i don't know if i feel anything about that beyond 'well at least she won't be in pain anymore when she does finally go' #i was way more upset about polish grandma in 2015 bc it happened out of nowhere & i had a better relationship with her than irish grandma #but otoh my mom & her siblings are kind of falling apart like… mom & her sister are still close but they're both pissed @ their baby brother #(understandably so because he's being a real fucklord rn) & p much no one wants to deal with their eldest brother bc he's really blatantly #already plotting how he can weasel the most money out of grandma's death as possible & it's just like 'ron ffs stop your mother is dying can #you stop being such a piece of shit for like ten minutes' (answer: no. no he cannot stop that. or he won't. idk but he's one family member i #would be perfectly happy if i never had to see or deal with ever again as long as i live) #anyway the point is that i wish that three of my four closest friends didn't live in new york alaska & australia #bc having only one of them being local is……… sadness inducing #kassie brainblogs #mine: personal #lol using tumblr as an actual diary #kassie hush #actuallyautistic #family drama for ts #death ref// #(future death anyway) #cancer ref// medical ref//

[fly-pow-bye]

Powerpuff Girls 2016 - “Buttercup Vs. Math”

Written by: Haley Mancini

Written & Storyboarded by: Jaydeep Hasrajani, Leticia Abreu Silva

Directed by: Nick Jennings, Bob Boyle

Yeah, that's the fight we all wanted to see.

The episode starts with the rascally little green princess skating across the school, racing against her best friend, Maylyn! If you don’t remember, she’s the leader of the Derbytantes, the somewhat-villains-turned-friends-of-Buttercup from Princess Buttercup. While the toyline treats them as villains to throw burgers at, in the show, they’re more of a bad influence than anything else.

Maylyn: Whoever gets to (mocking tone) math class first gets to be the baddest girl in school!

Buttercup: And the first to call Blossom a nerd?

Oh, that loving sister she is! They play up on how Maylyn and Buttercup are totally bad people who don’t care about math, and pick on other people who do. They skate across their bodies, and Buttercup even tears Barry's head off!

A paper mache Barry made for show-and-tell, that is. With this and the mermaid bit in Summer Bummer, they're really upping the fake-out civilian death scenes. After that bit of roller derby, Ms. Keane shows up to tell Buttercup that she can never step foot in her class again. After getting praise for her apparent explusion from Maylyn, Ms. Keane gives Buttercup the real reason: she tested into honors math!

Yes, the rascally little green princess that was always shown to be a problem child is an honors student in math! Blossom takes her hand, knowing fully well that, as the nerd of the Puffs, she too will join Buttercup in her honor to be among the smartest mathematicians in the school. Ms. Keane makes a small correction, subverting their and our expectations.

Ms. Keane: Sorry, Blossom, you tested into regular math. For everyone else!

Bubbles: Hey, I’m everyone else!

(small fart sound)

As far as I can tell, that wasn't another Bubbles fart gag. Maybe it represents the brainfart this twist was.

This does makes me think back to Viral Spiral, which has a similar theme with a girl getting into a STEM field one would think Blossom would be into. Quite a few people were taken aback by Bubbles being the programming genius. I assumed that they gave Bubbles the ability to program to make programming seem less like something only nerds like Blossom take a part in. Math does not get the same treatment in this episode.

Another big difference is that Buttercup isn't too happy about her newfound genius. Why should she hate being better than Blossom at something most people would think she wouldn't be? Her being seperated from her sisters? No, it's because she's worried that her roller derby friends will see her as a nerd! She reassures Maylyn that it's just a class and that she'll still be the baddest girl in school, but she doesn't buy it.

Not helping matters is that her class is filled with stereotypical nerds who chant that Buttercup is a "math queen". Not only is Buttercup being cheered on by nerds, she's being called something one regal step away from "princess". One of them does this whole bit where he calls his chewed up pencil a "mathemagical wand", which causes Buttercup to tell him to "just not". Yeah, take that, you math-loving nerds. Also, please get into math!

Originally, I thought that this episode was going to be a ripoff of Bart the Genius, and that Buttercup actually cheated her way into this class. The teacher puts up a complicated geometry problem.

Buttercup initially refuses, trying to keep her status as a bad girl, causing the rest of the students to start randomly shouting out numbers like this is a game of Numberwang. After everyone else gets into a frenzy, Buttercup off-modelly screams out the correct answer: 5. Not a lucky guess, either; she did it all in her head. Not an answer that would work in a real world that expects shown work, but they still do the "math queen" chant anyway.

So no, not Bart the Genius. It's Buttercup the Suddenly-Out-Of-Character Actual Genius. Even in the show, Buttercup is disgusted by that, though for different reasons.

At the dinner table, Bubbles and Professor keep the chant going, to the annoyance of Buttercup. To my surprise, Buttercup brings up Bubbles being a "computer geek". Bubbles takes out her notes and attempts to explain how computer geeks and mathmaticians are different, until Buttercup eye lasers them in what seems like a rare occurence of her using a power they once said was exclusive to her. Maybe they couldn't find a way past the fact that most Computer Science degrees require higher math as well.

Meanwhile, Blossom desperately studies to try to gain back her title as the Puff's "math queen". Of course, in a way that makes Blossom look level-headed in this situation.

Blossom: There must have been a mistake! Ask me anything! ANYTHING!

Bubbles: What’s 2 + 2?

Mutant Hair Beast Blossom: FOUR, THE ANSWER IS FOUR!

Blossom is made out to be a pinhead because she's studying. I mean, Blossom could have done the right thing and just suddenly know everything like Buttercup! This starts a subplot, as she spends the rest of the episode reading math books.

While the Professor is driving the Puffs to school, Buttercup tries her best excuses to get out of this math class. She complains that her hair is too messy, and she can't see the whiteboard! The Professor gets an idea, much to Buttercup's chagrin.

It doesn’t work out, as the Professor helps her eyesight with glasses, and combs back her hair, turning her into another accessory for potential dress-up dolls.

Not helping matters is when four of the Derbytantes show up to see Buttercup’s new image. Buttercup wants to be accepted by these bad influences, but the bad influences don’t want to be friends with a nerd. At this point, they made their decision.

Maylyn: Whoever gets to lunch first gets to be the baddest girl in school! ...and call Buttercup a nerd!

Buttercup gets trashed by people she considered friends, and she still considers them friends. Buttercup angrily throws her math book in the garbage, vowing to never do well at math again. Barry then shows up to throw his uranium he brought to school in the garbage, the mixture turning the entire school into graph paper. The closest this episode gets to making sense!

It also spawns an evil Isoceles triangle named Isosceles! He wants to bring order to the universe by turning everyone, from The Mayor, to puppies, to even Bubbles into numbers for his massive equation! Blossom decides to put her studying to the test and takes a look at Isosceles' huge math problem. She looks at all the variables, uses all of her smarts, and...

...she gets the wrong answer. The monster even turns her into a 0, as if this is some sort of karmic revenge for her heinous crime of studying. That’s pretty much the end of the Blossom subplot; Blossom studies so hard and yet she's a zero in the end. It's sad to see my favorite by default get the shaft, but maybe not too sad. She was kind of a jerk.

After that, this episode becomes yet another tally to the board of “times Buttercup had to save her damsel-in-distress sisters”. It’s fine for the lesson learner to have to save the day by herself, and Buttercup being the rascally little green princess, she tends to be one even with lessons she’s already learned, like "don't succumb to peer pressure".

It takes take her a little while to figure out how to deal with this situation. Her first plan is to crack this equation with her fists! Silly Buttercup, that trick never works! At this point, the Puffs should just stop attempting to end fights prematurely, because everyone knows what's going to happen next. The question isn't even about if Buttercup is able to succeed, but how badly she will fail.

In this case, very badly. It’s not only a Monster Punch, Girls Down, but a Monster Punch, Girl Bruised, too! I wanted to see more people getting bruised in this action-comedy show that's a reboot to an action-comedy show that had villains getting bruised seemingly once an episode, but I don't think this is what I thought.

As violence wasn’t the answer, Buttercup has no choice but to show off her math skills. Buttercup puts on her math crown, and prepares to...

...“nurd 0ut”! I was going to point out that they mispelled nerd, but nurd is an actual alternate spelling. Why they spelt out with a 0? Maybe they just thought they had to throw a number in there because math. For Buttercup, Isosceles shoots his arms out with various math problems for Buttercup to solve. Gotta say, Isosceles is giving Buttercup an easier time than Blossom, who had this rediculously large equation to solve.

Buttercup: Time to solve for x!

I may not be a math king, or even a math jester, but you can't! There's no equals sign! x could be any number, and the fraction would still be valid! This was probably supposed be some sort of quip before an action scene, but considering this problem and the answer they give for it, the quip should have been:

Buttercup: Prepare to be simplified!

It's just as cheesy, but I think that's what they were going for.

With each math problem, she draws up the answer with her “mathemagical wand”. She doesn't call it that, as she does have her limits. This seems to be their attempt to make math more fitting for Buttercup's character, as she swings her pencil to throw the numbers as projectiles.

This battle of math is finished off with a pi grenade, the school goes back to normal, and the untransformed students start raining from the roof. After saving the day, everyone cheers Buttercup. Even Blossom got over her jealousy, accepting her fate as the non-"math queen".

Buttercup: I guess I’m good at math and punching!

Yeah, how did punching go again?

Oh yeah, like that.

Despite this, Buttercup gets a new nickname: "Mathlete". Buttercup doesn't seem to hate it as much, probably because there's nothing regal and/or feminine about it. Ultimately, Buttercup learns it’s okay to be good at math, even if she wants to be a bad girl. Speaking of which...

The Derbytantes show up, not to end Buttercup's friendship that they don't deserve, but reveal that they were only bullying math nerds because they’re not good at math. They instantly become good again so that Buttercup can be their tutor. See, that bully was bullying you for having glasses because they want glasses. I don't buy it.

The episode ends with Buttercup still in that honors math class, seperated from her sisters. Who wants to bet they'll forget about that? I'd imagine it'd be a pretty safe one.

Does the title fit?

Buttercup does, indeed, fight a giant mathematical monster. It also has a slight double meaning with Buttercup’s resistance to her status as the “math queen”. It also accurately shows that only Buttercup gets to fight anything in this episode and in most of the show.

She never really does punch numbers like the title card seems to suggest, though.

How does it stack up?

As suggested before, this episode reminded me of Viral Spiral. It shows a Powerpuff Girl getting into a STEM field, this time focusing on the M rather than the T or E. It's a little harder to make doing math look like a superheroic act than programming in fish guns, but they way they did it here is good enough. The idea was done better in Divide and Conquer, but that's not a surprise.

This episode feels far more forced than Viral Spiral. I guess they couldn't give Bubbles two STEM fields to be an expert in, and it would be too predictable for Blossom to be the math wizard, but the episode doesn't do a good job convincing me that Buttercup could be a great mathematician. To me, her battle with math looks more like Buttercup trying to reject this new character trait the writers are forcing onto her.

Your mileage may vary, but to me, this episode can go to 7734.

Next week, Blossom goes to camp! Will she get scared stupid? Find out next week!

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[mama-ghostie-61542]

A Thousand Lifetimes

Rated M++ for language and themes

If you recognize it--IT AIN'T MINE

Sorry for the OOC bits.

Chapter 2

Supper was finished and cleaned up with little in the way of words spoken after that. The evening saw me curling up in my bed with a coffee and the second chapter.

Jooheon PoV--

As soon as we were given our holiday leave, we were talking where we were all going to go. I had saved my days off for three months to have an entire week away. Just the same as I had saved as much as I could to be able to afford that first class ticket. Bryn had sent me half of the money, so that helped. As I packed, I called Bryn, just to verify the time I should get there.

The flight itself was really uneventful...unless you count the attendant openly flirting with me. That guy openly offered things that, umm, weren't on the menu, let's say. Now, don't get me wrong, I love flying first class, and I am used to having underwear thrown at me by western audiences, but getting an invitation to join 'The Mile High Club' by a dude, was a little much for me.

'Would be too much for me too'.

By the time the plane landed in L.A., I was thoroughly embarrassed, and a little pissed off. Then there was a two hour layover until my flight to Chicago. That flight was a lot better than the one from Seoul to L.A. No one bothered me. I was just the Asian guy in first class.

After grabbing my bag from baggage claim, I started to walk down to the pick up and drop off, where she said she would meet me. Bryn told me she has an awful time getting through security checkpoints. The machines pick up the studs on her implants. That was an interesting conversation, I learned my big sister had lost all her teeth due to a strange combination of factors. But, she had gotten it all squared away and everything had healed up a while ago.

'She has implants? Hmm.'

As I turned the corner, I heard a soft whistle followed by Bryn shouting.

"Jooheon! Over here, Lil Man."

'Little? He is at least half a foot taller than you!'

I turned towards the yell, and saw her. The buzz cut threw me for a second. "You cut it all off again," I remarked as I noticed her shoulder length hair was much shorter than our last video chat.

"Yep. Long hair is for men and babies, not ladies. Neither man nor bitch should be able to grab a handful and use it against me," she quipped as she ran her hand over the short, spunky, spikes on her pate. "Got your bag," she asked.

Long hair is for men and babies, huh.

I nodded.

"Cool. My truck is this way," she said as she tilted her head to the side. "Let's blow this pop stand."

"What," I asked, laughing as I followed.

"Let's blow this popsicle stand.'

Turning around and walking backwards, she said, "Let's blow this popsicle stand."

'See. I do know some idioms.'

Imagine my surprise when what she simply called 'my truck' was a tiny little Chevy Equinox.

As we stowed my bags in the back seat, I said, "Bryn, this isn't a truck."

"Is to me," she replied as we got into the front and buckled our safety belts. When she started up the engine, the cabin was filled with a haunted music. Then she said, as we backed out of the parking spot, "We gotta stop for gas before we hit the interstate, so, I suggest you visit the men's room before we leave. We still have a four hour drive ahead of us."

As she put it in drive, I replied with, "Are you insinuating I can't control myself?"

"No," she said, matter-of-factly. "I am straight telling you that you have a bladder the size of a walnut and you are riding with a fucking camel."

I laughed, 'I agree. That woman can make an eight hour drive with a bottle of pop and never once need to pee. There will still be soda in her bottle, too. She's a fuckin camel.'

As we pulled away from the gas station, and onto the interstate, She commented on my shirt. "That is a nice color on you, by the way."

"Thanks. I like red."

"I know. Just never had you pegged as a guy who actually looked good in maroon."

I looked down at my shirt. "It's red," I replied.

"No, Dear, it's maroon."

"Agree to disagree. How many times have I told you to just call me 'Honey'?"

"It weirds me out to call my little brother "Honey'. That's a word meant for a significant other. The closest you will EVER get is Dear. Ah! I know! Wanda," she laughed.

"Absolutely not," I laughed, "but I can see your point," I said, as I looked out the window for a minute, "How is Clark taking it?"

'Who is this Clark, guy?'

"Your visit? We got in a screaming match. It all boils down to the fact you are a guy."

"Wow," I replied then shook my head. Clark was one of those super insecure guys who saw everyone as a threat. "So it didn't and doesn't matter that the mere idea of being anything other than an adopted brother makes me want to poke my eyeballs out with a blunt object."

"Nope," she replied. "You're a dude, and dude's only think about getting 'stuff' from girls."

'Ok, so she is safe with Honey. Good to know.'

I gagged and covered my mouth, "Icky. Just the thought of that makes me want to vomit," I said then shuddered.

"Hey," she chuckled. "No pukin' in my truck," she quipped as she smacked my arm.

"Are you allowed to have gay friends?"

"He doesn't like them either. He would be completely happy if I had no friends at all."

"That is what I call possessive."

"That is what I call fucked up," she replied. "Getting a little sick of the double standards. He can have all the friends he wants, but I have lost most of mine, thanks to him."

"Well, you can't lose me. You are stuck with me now."

"Good to know."

"You know I love you, Sissie," I squealed as I laid over onto the console.

"Yeah, I know. Sadly," she replied and then smiled at me before focusing on the road.

After a few miles, I asked, "So he cost you your friends?"

Sighing, she replied, "Yeah. The only ones left are Lynn and Shayne. He tried to get rid of them, but Shayne threw a fit."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Shayne told him to shut up before he knocked him out. I mean, we have been friends for 33 years and nothing has ever happened. EVER. And I like Lynn."

"Lynn?"

"Shayne's wife. She is awesome!"

"So, do I get to meet the family this week?"

"Nope," she replied. "Ian, Allen, and Jason all have wives that don't like Ma...or me, much. And Los lives in Texas with his wife and their boys, so I don't get to see him much anyways. Costs a ton to board the boys for a visit"

"Los," I asked. I had heard her refer to him, but didn't really know much, other than he was the only biological brother. "I thought he couldn't have kids?"

"Carlos. Most of the family calls him Junior. Juan Carlos Jr. And he can, she can't. The boys are their pitties."

"Wow. What was his mom smoking," I asked.

Bryn smiled, "Don't know, but I wish she would have shared."

"Why?"

"My full name."

"What is it," I asked, mentally preparing myself for the answer.

"Bryn Markham is just the name I write under. Bryanna Ellyen Velvet Colline Brusher nee Loveland, legally. I go by either Annie or Bry, depending on who it is. My parents STILL call me by my full name," She replied, her embarrassment pinking her cheeks slightly.

I grabbed the pad and pen from beside my bed and wrote down the name quickly.

"Oh my god," I laughed.

"Could have been worse, though. If I had been a boy, my dad wanted to name me either Benjamin Abraham or Joshua Earl."

I couldn't help the snort that came out, right before I broke and laughed. I was laughing so hard I was starting to tear up a bit.

"Yeah. Haha. Laugh it up," She said as she rolled the window down a few centimeters and grabbed an ash cup from the rear cup holder. Then, Bryn grabbed the tin of smokes out of the console and lit one up.

"Hold up. You smoke?"

That explains the smell, sometimes.

"Not anymore. Used to, but I found this mix when I quit. I smoked because of my temper, and this mix helps. It's better than looking at the world through two panes of glass and chicken mesh cause I lost it and gave some dumbass what they really deserved."

I looked at her confused.

"A high five...in the face," she said as she glanced at me, "with a chair," Bryn deadpanned as she watched the road.

I snickered a little before I said, "Really?"

"Yeah. More than just a pretty face, little brother," She laughed as she playfully slapped her cheek.

As we settled in to the drive, I realized how much she looked like the girl in Kihyun's dreams. Granted, I could just be seeing what I wanted to see.

They both need someone awesome.

Bryn PoV--

We made it to the house in a little over 3 hours. As usual, Clarkie was pissed. This time cause I actually went and picked up my brother. I guess, he thought if he raised enough of a stink, I would do what he wanted. But, I had a bad habit of never staying in his happy little shell. Mostly because it felt like a cage and I hate to be hemmed in.

He has always said that I need safety and security, but his idea of it is a cage, fences to box me in. My idea was more like a safe place to bed down after a run with the moon, and the freedom to run and stretch out; to sprawl all out and wait for nightfall.

But, Hawkie, has always known its a nice place to land. But that's the way our connection worked, neither one of us had to say much, we just did and it all fit.

I couldn't help but think how wrong this Clark guy was. A spirited filly like that needed plenty of room to run, to roam, or she got stifled. She was right, my idea of security was always just having a good place to land.

As we walked inside, I said, "Look guys, Uncle Jooheon is here."

All three of my kids suddenly insisted on 'Uncle Joey' being his new name; even though I had been coaching them for weeks as to how to pronounce it the right way.

Grimacing, I said, "Sorry, Bud. It appears you have been graced with a new name. In the old ways, a new name is given at the time of adoption. So it looks like it's official. Welcome to the family."

"Hey. I don't mind. There are worse things to be called. Joey works," He chuckled as he shook his head, "At least it's close. I am honored to officially be part of the family."

"Don't get too comfy. Ma picks out middle names at random. So if you ever hear 'Joe' followed by some random Western name, just go with it. And if she whips out the right pronunciation and a random middle name, you are entirely on your own."

"If it's Ma, I would probably answer to it, just to keep her happy," He quipped back.

"It's better that way. She used to call Jamen, the ex, Lynn."

He let loose a belly laugh that had me laughing.

"Seriously," he asked as he wiped his eyes.

"Oh, Yeah. He used to get soo mad."

I laughed at Bryn and Honey and how they acted. Then, I thought about trying that name out in the morning.

As I laid there, curled up and ready to sleep, I felt her. She brushed my hair out of my eyes and whispered softly against my forehead, "You sleep, my love. I'll keep watch."

I fell asleep to her whispering something to me, soft and slow, in a language I couldn't understand. I knew it was no lullaby. It felt more like a blessing, like a prayer. I felt more at peace in that moment than I had for weeks. That night, the nightmares did not haunt me.

The next morning, as we all got around for the day, I took the chance.

"Hey, Joey."

All of the guys stopped.

Honey turned to me, "What did you call me."

"Story said she coached her kids for weeks. They all had it right, but, the minute you walked in the door it was 'Joey'."

"Really," He said as he looked kind of confused. "Joey?" He just snickered and smiled. "Babies. What can ya do," he laughed.

"If what she wrote is true, in her culture, when a person is adopted, they are given a new name. 'Joey' happens to be yours. Not to mention that 'Honey' weirds her out."

The expression on his face dropped. Confusion colored his face for a moment, then the look of understanding followed, "Ahh. Smaller and close to the original so the kids can learn it. Also, so the adults understand that with the small nickname, everything is ok, but the full version, pronounced right, means 'Shut up and listen'. Got it."

"Did you miss the adopted part? She knows!"

At almost two in the afternoon here, I heard her whisper, 'I'm off to bed.' as I felt her presence close to me. Next, came the burn on my cheek, followed by her soft, 'Goodnight, Love.'

Since I was finishing up my lunch, I decided to reach for her. 'Rest well, my queen. You have more than earned it today,' I said as I brushed her hair away from her face. She always looks so peaceful when she sleeps. I almost couldn't wait for the day when I could physically hold her again.

A/N--Still in hell.

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