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yujification · 3 months

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press your number — hwang yeji

desc: It’s lewd and messy when Yeji finally slides it all the way in. Soft squelching sounds, that of which derived from the silicone stretching her pretty cunt out. You moan, a sharp whine coming from the back of your throat as she sits on your waist, biting your lip gingerly. “Fuck,” You swallow. “Good girl. Just like that.” You give her ass a nice hearty smack. She swats your hand away. You were only being kind, after all.

cw: strap sex, strap sucking, praise, unnie kink, cunnilingus, lowkey manipulative!yeji, gratuitous smut, kind of pwp

wc: 2.4k

note: i got crazy writers block halfway through…. um this is super half-assed…. my bad! + i pulled out the proper punctuation for this one plz dont ask why ….. i was feeling diplomatic

Groupmates doesn’t always equal teammates. In fact, your relationship with Hwang Yeji was more like something akin to a rivalry— always at each other’s throats with knives and blades (and tongues) waiting to slash (or lick).

It hurt. It hurt your heart how much she hated you and hurt your head even more.

“I have needs,” Yeji whispers, licking a stripe up the valley of your breasts, tasting of pure, unsaturated skin and flesh. Of salt. Of innocence. “And… when your unnies have needs, you need to help, yeah? I would’ve helped you. Do you need me to help you? Help you learn?”

It felt wrong, almost. Chanting her name, almost like a prayer, begging and pleading for release while Yeji buried her face between your thighs. You wondered if she cared. If she gave a shit how wrong it was.

It was mostly you doing the dirty work anyway, using Yeji’s thick, jet black 7-inch of silicone and thrusting into her rhythmically, drool loosely hanging off your lips and dribbling into her mouth and hair. You felt like it was a part of you. Like the strap-on was your own, like you could almost feel her tight, virginal cunt clenching around it. Neither of you had ever been with anyone else before. Being an idol meant limited social interactions, let alone time with normal civilians long enough to fuck them. You had to help each other, is what Yeji always said, but as far as you were aware, the others didn’t have late-night meetings like this. Yuna had admitted that she had kissed Chaeryeong before, years ago, but it meant nothing. This wasn’t kissing. This was raw. Felt real. Maybe too real.

“Feels good, unnie,” you whisper, burying the cock deeper, and letting Yeji adjust to it’s size.

Yeji grunts. It’s low and throaty and leaves you dripping. You shouldn’t enjoy this as much as you do, but it wasn’t like she would know anyway. “Is that a question or a statement?”

A statement. You play it off. “It was a question,”

“Sorry. Do you feel… good? Unnie?” There are awkward pauses between your words.

“Y-Yeah. Feels fine.”

Just fine.

You can feel it. You can feel when she comes, and not even in some bullshit spiritual way. You feel it. You don’t remember Yeji being a squirter, but suddenly she is, her juices leaking all over the silicone. You pull out, and almost want to take the strap off and lick everything off of it. You imagine it tastes good. Clean and salty.

You don’t. It’s too many boundaries to cross in one night.

“Another?” you ask, letting the one word speak for itself while your fingers hover over the clasps of the toy.

“Quality over quantity,” Yeji says, a little too blunt for comfort. You want to be offended, but you aren’t.

“Am I getting better?”

“You’re regressing,” But you know she’s lying.

You scoff. “You came in two minutes,” and it’s truer than ever. Maybe even less than that. You’d always had good waist control, and maybe that’s what made you such a good dancer. “I’m obviously not getting worse. That was quicker than last time.”

“Freak. You’re counting?”

“It’s only an estimate.”

Yeji adjusts herself. “Fine. Fuck me again, then.”

“Quality over quantity.”

Touché. Always witty, never afraid.

Any other girl would pout. Beg like a dirty whore and get on their knees. Anyone would kill for a chance to be with someone as high profile as you. Yeji, however, couldn’t care less about how much money you have or how many fangirls you have lined up just waiting to suck your strap clean.

“I want quantity. I said, fuck me again. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

You won’t. You’ll obey, but not as easily as usual. Not as much as Yeji wants.

“Ride me, then. I want you on top, this time.”

Yeji meets your request with a bitchy eye roll. “Fuck, yeah, okay,”

And it’s always that easy.

You settle on your back and Yeji straddles you. She’s wetter than normal. Her folds shine in the light, nearly glistening with heat. They’re swollen too. Puffy and needy.

She lines the silicone up with her entrance and sinks, and the words come out embarrassingly fast, “God, you make unnie feel so fucking good,” and she doesn’t stop them, pushing nearly half of the length into her before stopping, taking a breath.

“You can do it,” you encourage, hands firmly on her waist,

“Stop talking.”

It’s lewd and messy when Yeji finally slides it all the way in. Soft squelching sounds, that of which derived from the silicone stretching her pretty cunt out. You moan, a sharp whine coming from the back of your throat as she sits on your waist, biting your lip gingerly. “Fuck,” You swallow. “Good girl. Just like that.” You give her ass a nice hearty smack. She swats your hand away. You were only being kind, after all.

At the very least, it isn’t an attempt to be romantic. She hates corny shit, and this isn’t corny. Well, maybe it is— but not in that way. It isn’t cheesy. It isn’t stomach-churningly cute, or soft, or sweet. You’re fucking your leader with a huge piece of silicone and praising her for her good work. God knows she needs it. It might inflate her ego, and she might use this moment against you, but sacrifices have to be made for a good time. And this? This is a good ass time. For you, at least. With her reactions, you’re not certain if it’s reciprocal.

“I feel full,” Yeji notes, breath shaky, slowly quickening her pace, rolling her hips onto the strap as it slides in and out of her. “Think I’m gonna come,” She huffs.

“Already?” You want to laugh, but you don’t. It’s ironic how cruel she is to you, how ruthless and mean and intense your work relationship is, but how easy it is to break her. How quickly you can make her lose it. How you can ruin her and she wouldn’t even mind.

Yeji moans. It’s loud and rough and Ryujin is sleeping just one thin wall away, and if that doesn’t wake her up, you don’t know what will. Nothing will get Yeji to shut up, not even you, but you make an attempt anyway.

“Shush, unnie,” you urge, brows furrowed in frustration as you impulsively and autonomously buck your hips up into her.

It only doubles her reactions.

“You only, fuck, you only make it harder when you do shit like that,” She hums, rocking on you, breath coming out in short gasps.

Finally coming down, Yeji climbs off of you and stands. Her knees shudder under her weight, understandably. Her cunt aches.

“I’m gonna go piss and get dressed. We have practice in thirty. Be ready.”

Another order. She’s good at giving those, evidently.

The next time it happens is a little less planned. Fuck it— not even that. It’s not prepared at all. It started off innocent, at least. If you get arrested for indecent exposure and get kicked out of your agency, you have an excuse. It’s her fault. It’s always her fault. Hwang Yeji is always to blame. She makes you like this, a horrific mess and a trainwreck of an idol.

“I could lose my job,” you say. “My life would be over,” you say. “All your fucking fault,” you say. You say, all while spilling your saliva all over her lips, messily pressing your lips to hers while you brush her wet and wispy red hairs away from where they stick on her cheek. You’re in full hair and makeup and wouldn’t like to ruin it, but maybe it’s a little necessary. Such an irresponsible leader, letting you ruin yourself in the bathroom of a music show. She doesn’t even seem phased with her clit against your skin.

Lucky for you, Yeji’s stylist wasn’t quite finished yet. Her makeup wasn’t finished below her nose and she was still wearing the clothes she came in — well, only half of them, anyway. Her skirt was splattered across the tile and her panties dangled off of one knee as she sat on your now bare thigh, A fistful of orange hair was left tangled in your hands, spilling out of your palms as she rides against your thigh. You always want to praise her. Tell her that she’s a good girl for letting you fuck her so close to showtime, but it almost aggravates you how careless she is. You could get caught. Not just by a groupmate— that wasn’t your concern. Sure, it’d be awkward for someone to catch you in such a… compromised… position, but it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world. They’d keep it a secret, you were sure of it. Worst case scenario was your manager. God forbid he walk in. You were confined to a stall, sure, but it didn’t even matter when you were cursing and whining into Yeji’s slutty mouth, nearly begging her to keep going. Freak. How were you even getting off on this? She wasn’t even doing anything to turn you on, and somehow, some way, you were turned on anyway. Women tend to have that effect on you.

Yeji stopped rather abruptly, words still hesitating to come out. Your fingers duck down and push generously against her clit.

You aren’t trying to embarrass her, of course not. But, it feels a little good to make her shy, shuddering needily against your thigh. “Good fucking god, unnie,” you breathe, licking hotly up her neck, damp with sweat. “So fucking wet, all for me?”

She covers your mouth with the palm of her hand, eyebrows threading together in a twisted furrow while she lazily humps against you.

When she comes, it soaks your thigh, thick wetness dribbling down your leg and dripping onto the floor. “You made such a mess, unnie.”

You aren’t trying to embarrass her.

Of course not.

Yeji hates it when you sleep in her bed. She doesn’t think you’re unhygienic, or anything. You’re fairly certain she would let you sleep in her bed after you fuck her if it weren’t for the fact that you kick. When you’re asleep, you destroy her just as bad as you do when you’re awake. Roughly slamming your heels into her knees, elbowing her in the jaw. The rule is no marks. No bruises, no hickeys, no bites. Even if they’re done deep in slumber. Nothing.

You’re both a little distracted. You feel a teensy bit gross, too. The strap is on Yeji this time, and she isn’t even really doing much— because she never really wants to do much.

Goddamned pillow princess.

(You don’t mind.)

The silicone comes out of your mouth with a sharp pop, saliva pooling on the corner of your lip. You can’t even get mad at Yeji, because she’s unbelievably nice when you take her down your throat. She knows it isn’t the most comfortable.

“You’re so cute,” she whispers, scratching at your chin softly like you’re an animal. Something about it is a little domestic, really. You’re like her pet, in a way. Always ready to obey her even if it means discomfort or displeasure. Who are you kidding? Fucking your leader could never bring you any sort of displeasure.

Is she even getting off on this?

“What’s the point? Of this? Of all this sucking? You can’t feel it. I can’t really feel it.”

“Preparation. Tolerance building. You’ll never be able to handle something bigger if you don’t get used to this first.” Yeji claims, hands smoothly tousling your hair.

A brow of yours shoots up. “I’m the one who fucks you, usually, though.”

“Not always. Can you just take it like a good girl and be quiet? Open wide, please? For unnie?”

The conversation ends with an eye roll, your mouth open, and Yeji’s hand on your jaw while she slides it past your tongue. It’s wet and warm in your mouth. And still, a little gross feeling. Who were you to object?

“You’re something else,” Yeji whispers. “So obedient. I used to wonder why you never reject, but I understand now. You have a crush on me, don’t you?”

You gag a little. Not from the dick halfway down your throat. More from the downright ridiculous words coming out of Yeji’s mouth.

“Don’t be crazy, unnie,” you whisper as you pull back, a string of saliva between your top lip and the silicone.

She scoffs.

“Okay,” and she pats your thigh and lifts you onto the bed.

“Unnie, I can’t take all of that. Not down there.”

Yeji cocks her head. “Sure you can.”

“I can’t.”

“Do you…?”

Yeah. You do. You’re not sure what it is that you do, but you do.

“Okay,” Yeji unclips the strap from her waist and lays it gently in the drawer it came from. A little too gently. Like she gives a fuck about it, or you, or this.

Her tongue feels good on you. All over you, in fact. While it drags down your body, from your collarbones to your stomach, tender strokes of the muscle, flexing around the softness of your skin and down to your sweet cunt. Her tongue glides between your folds, lapping up your juices like a crazed animal that had been without water for months. She hadn’t done this before— but you felt a tightness in your stomach that wasn’t unfamiliar, but wasn’t something you were used to.

Her mouth alternates between sucking at your clit and fucking her tongue into your hole, sending you onto a frenzy of flexing your abs and thighs, back arching against the bed as you writhe. A cold hand settles on your waist and the other situates on your thigh, holding your leg over Yeji’s shoulder. It’s new. Fresh, and soaking, and so, so good.

“You taste so good,” Yeji mumbles into your pussy, mouth burrowed between your legs. She’s better at this than you thought, and it almost makes you wonder if she makes other girls’ thighs shake like this. If other girls experience her tongue on them like this. Whether you’re the only one doesn’t bother you— you’re just curious. You don’t question it.

And when you come, everything feels like levitating. Some sort of telekinetic force lifting everything from the floor. It’s ridiculous, maybe. Oh, well. Looking up at you as your stomach and chest rise and fall like a tidal wave, Yeji smiles, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.

She’s something else.

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suniix · 4 months

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Lol rain again while thinking of link taking care of u while you’re sick… bc this raindrop over here is super sick [sob]

But it’s okay cuz it means I can sleep

sick | (BOTW) link x reader

word count | 1k+

note | this is so late but HI RAIN HOPE YOU'RE FEELING BETTER!! wrote you a little something 🫶 ALSO SORRY I TOOK FOREVER TO WRITE THIS 😭😭

Your body ached and you were beginning to feel a headache coming on but you willed your legs to keep going. You knew how important this journey was to Link and you refused to be the one to hold him back. The weather was nice and despite being far away from Hebra Mountains you couldn’t help but feel a chill in the air, maybe fall was approaching? That would explain your runny nose. The thought alone made you want to sniffle but you resisted the urge to, already feeling Link’s eyes on your back.

Almost as if he knew you were trying to avoid his gaze he walked right up next to you and placed a hand on your shoulder, forcing you to slow your pace. He shot you a concerned look and you already knew what he was going to say. “I’m fine.” You winced hearing your own raspy voice knowing well enough you weren’t going to fool Link like this. “I’m just a little cold.”

He furrowed his eyes, gently placing the back of his hand against your head. It was comforting, normally his hands were always warm but right now they were oddly cool.

“You’re warm.” He mumbled.

You ignored the worried look he gave you, closing your eyes and continuing to rest your forehead against his hand. “That’s ‘cause I’m alive.” You joked, but you knew what he was implying.

He pulled his hand away and brought out his sheikah slate, zoning in on what you assumed was the map. “There’s a town nearby, we can stop and rest there for a couple of days.”

“Link, I’m—”

“Sick, you’re sick.”

You don’t deny it because you know it’s true, but it still sucks hearing it out loud. Link unclasps his hood, removing it from his shoulders and placing it over yours. “Are you tired? I can carry you if you are.”

The thought is tempting but you shake your head knowing he’s just as exhausted as you are. “I can walk.”

A hint of a smile graces his lips and he wraps his hand in yours. “Tell me if you get tired ok? I don’t mind stopping.”

The headache you were beginning to feel earlier had finally formed into a pounding feeling in your skull the moment your head hit the pillow.

Link was right about the town being close by. At some point the road split into the forest which quickly revealed a small town. It was a small detour, you’d be back on the road in no time. You allowed Link to do all the talking awhile at the inn, not trusting your own voice.

You felt a dip in the mattress along with a cold hand on your forehead. “I think your fevers gotten worse.” He mumbled. You simply hummed in response, not able to focus on anything else beside your headache.

You feel him pull his hand away and hear the soft robotic sound of the sheikah slate as Link looks through the contents. You’re tempted to ask him what he’s looking for, but you’re now oddly aware of how soft the bed is and how heavy your eyelids feel.

It isn’t until Link gently shakes you awake that you realize you had fallen asleep. The first thing you notice is how your forehead feels cold and wet. You raise your hand and feel a damp towel. The next thing you notice is how your headache is almost gone. It’s still there, but it’s now only a dull ache.

“How’re you feeling?” Link sits on the edge of the bed and removes the towel before placing his hand on your forehead.

You lean into his hand and realize it’s not as cold as before. “I feel a bit better, my headache is almost gone.”

Link smiles and lets his hand linger for a few more seconds before pulling away and handing you a drink. “Drink this, it should keep your fever down and hopefully get rid of your headache.”

You sit up with Link’s help and hesitantly sniff the drink. “..Do I even wanna know what’s in this?”

He rolls his eyes dramatically. “I promise there’s no monster parts in there.”

You only hum in response and take a sip. Despite the drink being warm it leaves you feeling refreshed, almost like waking up in the middle of the night and chugging down water you didn’t know you needed. “Mmm, it tastes good. Thank you Link.”

Link watches as you continue to take sips of the drink before leaning his head on your shoulder. “I hate seeing you like this.” He mumbled and you could already imagine his kicked puppy expression.

“I hate feeling like this.” You laugh, feeling the drowsiness begin to return. You place the empty cup on the table beside your bed and yawn. “I think I’m gonna sleep some more.”

Link sits up and nods. “Good idea, you need rest.” He gets up and begins pulling the covers over your form. You take a quick look around the room and notice you’re occupying the only bed. “Where are you gonna sleep?”

He’s quick to drag a chair and place it right next to your bed. “Right here next to you.”

You’re silent for a minute, wondering when he’s going to say he’s just joking, only to realize he’s not. “..Yeah no, get in here.” You say and lift the covers, gesturing for him to lay down next to you.

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable—”

“Seeing your posture in that chair makes me uncomfortable, now hurry up and get in here it’s cold.”

Link complies and lays in bed with you. You’re quick to snuggle up to him, savoring the warmth he radiates. “Aren’t you worried that I’ll get sick?” Link whispers, but despite his words he’s quick to pull you closer.

“With everything you eat I’m sure your immune system can withstand anything.” You mumble, already drifting off to sleep when you feel Link squeeze you in retaliation for your comment. After a moment of silence Link whispers your name and you hum in response.

“Please promise me you won’t push yourself like that again. We can take breaks, I don't mind. I want you to be healthy.” His voice is gentle, just like his words.

“..Okay, I promise.” You manage to respond before feeling his lips press against your temple as he wishes you a goodnight.

thank you for reading till the end! reblogs are greatly appreciated :D

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#link x reader #link x y/n #link x you #botw link x reader #lu wild x reader #botw x reader #loz x reader #link imagine #link fluff #lu wild #botw #botw link #breath of the wild #[📝 sunni writes]

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liyawritesss · 10 months

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ᴍɪʟᴇꜱ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟᴇꜱ [ꜱᴘɪᴅᴇʀ-ᴍᴀɴ] ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ

Characters: Spider-Verse!Miles Morales [Spider-Man]

Type: headcanons

Synopsis: general thoughts and headcanons for everyone's favorite afro-latino spiderman!

Warnings: some cursing but overall no warnings. KEEP IT CUTE AND PG-16 CUZ THIS IS STILL NEPHEW WE TALKIN BOUT HERE!!!

A/N: went to see atsv and i’m absolutely floored by that movie…it’s definitely giving me new material to write abt and a new hyperfixation so buckle up yall cuz the next few posts are gonna be all spiderman related!!

Tags: @6-noir @babyboiboyega @badass-dora-milaje @jacuzziwaters @venusdraco @mbakuetshurisprincess @shuriszn @verachii @writingintheshadowsforever @cafehyunji @lulu-network @niyahwrites @pantherheart @marsfunzon22

First off I wanna say this is my SON, and on everything i love i will throw hands over him, if anybody wanna try it prepare to be demolished cuz I will NOT spare you. This is a lil boy ion wanna see none of yall sniffin around him period. I will gladly held you find your mind if you wanna lose it today!!!

Okay, no that that spiel is over, we’ve got some headcanons to address about everyone's favorite afro-latino spiderman

He’s so precious. Idc if you know already I’m telling you again, he is the most precious thing in the world. He has a heart of gold and wears it on his sleeve, he’s always looking out for people and wants to see the best in everything and everyone. Which, while it is a good characteristic to have, can sometimes put him in tough situations, and sometimes it doesn’t end well.

He’s such a momma’s boy, but like the good momma’s boy where he adapts the things Rio teaches him and repays her by being a good filial son, even though he’s growing up and wanting to branch out. If he’s having emotional trouble, he’ll come to her to try and figure out how to express himself and understand how he’s feeling. On special occasions, or just when he notices her mood is off, Miles will conspire with his dad to do something small but special for his mom, like make breakfast or drop off flowers at her work. She’s always super appreciative of it too

Waking up for him is hell in the morning, because he is not a morning person at all. It’s worse if he went on patrol the night before (which, 9/10, he has) and he almost always sleeps through his alarm. He’s the type to have to have several alarms set to get up up, because otherwise he will sleep through the day

Similarly, Miles also finds it hard for him to sleep most nights. In the beginning of his career being Spiderman he would almost never go to sleep really. Even the trick of using nyquil or melatonin gummies didn’t work because his mind was always on one hundred, thinking about everything and nothing all at once. Though as he meets friends he can confide in and grows older he learns how to manage that kind of stress, which makes it easier to sleep. Though the insomnia never truly leaves him unfortunately, and its something he has to take with him for the rest of his life

Despite his introverted self, and the fact that he tends to want to keep to himself more often than not, Miles is actually very easy to talk to and if given the time and patience, great at making friends. He’s awkward at first because he wants to measure his interactions based on the vibe of the person he’s talking to, but you will find a hardcore loyal and caring friend in Miles.

So emotionally aware that it almost hurts. He’ll be upset and know why he’s upset, but sometimes wishes he didn’t know because in some situations he may not think his emotions are valid. And because he’s such an intentional person and a hyper empath, everything he feels is multiplied by ten. So if you fuck him over, he’s probably more upset about it than you’ll ever be if you were upset at fucking him over, if that makes sense?

He’s a cuddle-bug and nothing will change my mind about it! He had hella teddy bears as a little boy and would get upset if Rio took them to be washed because he was afraid he wouldn’t see them again. For no reason in particular he’s slowly dissipated his teddy bear collection and now uses a very fluffy body pillow to hold on to as he sleeps. Sometimes if he’s sick or just very down in the dumps and Rio notices, she’ll climb into bed with him for a while and comfort him

A decent cook actually as well! He was always in the kitchen when his mom and his tia’s came over to cook so he knows how to throw down in the kitchen a lil bit. His favorite thing to make is tamales because while the process may be tedious, it allows him to unwind and clear his mind while focusing on the preparation of them.

Miles’ is the type that when he goes into the store he will always, without fail, buy a new notebook/sketchpad. He may not even need it, he may already have like ten new ones he has yet to break in, but he always likes to stay prepared for when his current one runs out. He also likes to alternate between them or dedicate certain notebooks to certain muses or drawing preferences

Will squeak out of surprise and say something in spanish if he’s startled or scared. And I’m talking like a girlish squeak and it's so cute but he’d be so embarrassed, cuz why did you have to sneak up on him like that? He was doing perfectly fine til you wanted to give him a heart attack.

On the topic of spanish, he isn’t that confident in it so he doesn’t really like to speak it if its not with his family, because he just knows he’s gonna fuck it up. So if he feels like there's pressure in a conversation where he knows he’s going to have to speak it at some point, he’ll try to back out before that happens

Miles gets so fascinated with things all the time. It happens mostly when he’s either strolling through the neighborhood or he’s on patrol. Definitely checks himself out in the glass of skyscrapers…then promptly remembers that there are people behind said glass that can see him and hurriedly swings off. And if a new pair of Jordans have been teased? Best believe he’s doing all the chores and buttering up his parents so that he can get them as soon as they drop

Speaking of Jordans; this boy is such a sneakerhead it’s insane. His dorm room AND his room at home are full of shoe boxes he has yet to style with some clothes. Keeps telling his parents “I’ma wear ‘em, I’ma wear ‘em!” but he never has the time to cuz he’s too preoccupied with being a good student and Spiderman to prioritize style over comfort (even tho he do still be fresh n clean)

He’s also the best bestie to have. Texts you tiktoks, checks in on you at seemingly always the right time. If you go to school together then you know you’re hanging out after classes. And if you need help in the sciences, Miles is the best tutor ever. And his family loves you, so birthdays, christmas and other holidays, if you’re not already celebrating with your folks, if you don’t fuck with them like that, or if you don’t have a real family, he’s inviting you over his place all the time so that you never have to feel alone.

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supercalime · 27 days

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i totally agree with the vast majority of what you posted about shayne and courtney and fans entitlement to their private lives. i dislike that the fandom so heavily sees things through a 'shipping' lens - angela and damien look at each other for more than three seconds, so here's fourteen fics about them fucking. like it's so deranged and so so strange and fundamentally unfair for everyone involved.

it is the same when people want them all to be best friends irl so bad it causes them genuine distress when they say 'we're just co-workers who have a good time'. i understand parasocial relationships and am aware that some are closer than others (some are married i've heard lol) but if it makes you want to keel over and die to hear arasha call courtney her co-worker...genuinely seek help, that's not good for you.

as someone who came back in the buy-back era and who was a fan at the height of the defy shourtney shipping era, i think it's okay to be like 'aww in videos i always thought they had chemistry!' but the stalking, obsessive stuff is unhealthy at best and wrong at worst.

i worry now about the hyper-focus that will be put on shayne and courtney in videos, both together and apart. i think it's super brave of them to go public (also something they may have felt they had to do, given public records) and i hope that people will be able to dial in to respect them and their relationship!!

Thank you, I feel like I’m going crazy, I’m glad others agree!

Bro I can’t even IMAGINE what the “fans” are going to act now. I mean, I can, and it doesn’t look good.

Im calling it now, if the “fans” will keep an even closer look on Courtney’s body now. They will try to prove a pregnancy and I think that will be worse than what it has already been. If there’s an actual pregnancy that somehow gets announced this year, how much you wanna bet that they will use the time Amanda mentioned a smosh baby to prove they were right and knew all along?

If this weren’t Shayne and Courtney, who had to endure stalkers, harassment, unwanted sexual advances from fans, fanfics written about them, people speculate their relationship by every single interaction they had at work, I would have just gone “omg, so cool! Good for them”, but this poor couple had to hide their relationship, hide an engagement! Courtney wasn’t able to wear a goddamn engagement ring, all to protect their privacy.

Im happy for them but again, heartbroken by the fandom once again.

Anyway, all these posts, fights and interactions made me resent the channel I’ve watched for more than a decade so quickly it was actually shocking. Which fucking sucks cause smosh has never been about romantic relationships and this news shouldn’t have affected the fandom for better or for worse.

Im gonna take a step back from the company, at least for now. I’ve unsubscribed to all the channels and unfollowed everyone. I hope I can get back to watching them but for now I legit feel icky, as stupid as it sounds.

I also learned my lesson for good, never ever interact with the rest of the smosh fans, it’s almost never worth it.

#sorry for the long response love #I still have a lot to say lol #God imagine what the comment section of todays culinary crimes is like yikes.#fans really can ruin an experience #ask #Smosh #courtney miller #shayne topp #shortney #shartney #shourtney #lety rambles

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miniscule-meow · 28 days

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Prologue: New Beginnings (Charlie and Felix)

Writing Masterpost Word Count: ~1.2k Next Part Exposition, World building, Me remastering this story again.

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“Rosehill University is a prestigious institution, whose fundamental purpose is to build up, and exemplify those with superhuman abilities as altruistic helpers,” Dr. Eric Brune sits behind his desk, resting his chin against his steepled fingers. He adjusts his thick glasses before continuing, “Your abilities should not be treated with flippant disregard for the safety of others. You have a responsibility, especially considering you are one of the most capable young supers to have ever walked these halls, Mr. Westwell.”

Felix resists the urge to roll his eyes as this self-important bastard prattles on about the importance of being an upstanding citizen, blah, blah, blah, the pillars of personal character, yadda, yadda, yadda. He lost track of how many times he’s been called into the Dean’s office just to hear this same spiel. At this point, he’s simply pretending to pay attention so he can say his apologies and get out of here. I’m sorry Dr. Brune. It won’t happen again, Dr. Brune.

“Which is why the Board has decided it would be best to transfer you to Bayshear University. Dr. Brune declares.

“I’m—” his rehearsed apology dies on his tongue, “Bayshear? That’s- but that’s a mundane college,” he states, leaning forward in his chair. He’s the most powerful super this school has ever seen, and they’re about to toss him to a mundane college? Like hell they are.

“Yes, we’re aware. The general consensus from the board was that some time outside of the Hall of Supers might be good for your mental wellbeing. You should feel very lucky, Mr. Westwell, Many people are bending over backwards to ensure you still have a future.”

“And my future is that I’m getting expelled? Exiled to some Mundane community” he asks, his hands gripping the arms of his chair so tightly his knuckles turn white. Dr. Brune doesn’t even blink.

“Only if you choose to look at it that way. I would think of it more as an opportunity for personal growth.” Dr. Brune’s sallow face looks like it’s never known a smile, but Felix could swear that delivering the news that he’s getting expelled almost brought him to a grin. Felix knows this bastard has never liked him. Since day one Dr. Brune has had it out for him, and here he is doing everything in his power to ruin his life.

“I am the top super in this whole school,” Felix fights to keep his voice measured, biting back the choice words he truly wants to say. “You can’t—”

“Mr. Westwell, I most certainly can. In fact, the decision is already final. Your conduct here has been completely unacceptable. If it were to continue as it has been, you’re in for a true expulsion, you’re in for being blacklisted from every super organization in this state, if not beyond. And, heavens forbid, if things were to get any worse well, son, you’re looking at your abilities being dampened or being sent underground,” Underground. Probably not a thinly veiled euphemism for being offed by the government. It’s somewhat of a legend amidst the Supers, a looming threat to keep everyone toeing the line, crossing their T’s and dotting their I’s, making sure that everyone is on their best behavior. It is a creatively named facility that harbors the Supers that become major threats to the public located, you guessed it, somewhere underground. “You understand that, right?” Dr. Brune finishes.

“What I understand is that you and the board are all just afraid of a power that you can’t control,” Felix can’t hold back the snarl from his voice.

“No, Mr. Westwell. It’s the power that you can’t control that is the concern.”

“I control my powers just fine,” Felix swears the edges of his vision tinge with red. He did not work so hard to become what he is now, just to be told by some pompous desk-warmer that his powers are out of control. He’s about to say more when Dr. Brune flops a file down on the center of his desk, flipping it open and adjusting his glasses once more.

“15 classmates sent to the infirmary, Damage to 3 historic buildings around campus, requiring repairs, and 5 visits to my office. All happening within this semester, mind you. You’re noted as being incredibly short tempered and quick to use your power as an intimidation tactic. Son,” he takes his glasses off, tossing them down on the open folder, “the Mundanes don’t take too kindly to supers that they perceive as threats. In fact, they already see most supers as threats anyway. It’s my job to ensure that the students graduating from this school aren’t going to go out there and become problems for the Mundane world. I cannot, in good conscience, let you continue on the path you’re on. The decision is final. We have your paperwork to send over. Once you graduate from Bayshear, if there is a moderate change in your behavior, Rosehill will gladly consider you for our graduate program, if you choose to continue your education. And, of course, we are willing to re-evaluate this decision going into your senior year if there is a remarkable change. Consider this your wake-up call, not the end of the line. Though, it is important that you understand, this will be your final chance.”

After he’s dismissed, Felix grips the manilla envelope in shaking hands as he numbly walks himself out of Academic Hall. Everything he’s worked for, pulling himself up from nothing, clawing his way to the top and fighting to stay there. What was all of that for? Just like everything else he’s ever had it’s just been ripped away from him in the blink of an eye.

This is it then. This is the day his life ends.

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Two years of community college, two years of scholarship essays and grant applications, two years of countless rejections. But this time, this is her time. She can feel it. She grips the envelope in shaking hands, adrenaline skyrocketing her pulse.

She takes a deep breath.

Please.

She tears the letter open, unfolding it and quickly pressing it to her chest, squeezing her eyes shut.

Please, please, please, please, please.

As if her wishful thinking could somehow alter whatever is written on the page.

“Stop stalling and just read it already!” She whispers harshly to herself to read the page.

Ms. Charlotte Beauxregard,

Congratulations!

On behalf of Dr. Bailey Vargus, President of Bayshear University, we are excited to inform you that you have been selected as a Bayshear Presidential Scholar. Please allow us to express our sincerest hope that you will join our Community, and become a Brilliant Bear.

Go Bears!

Tears stream down her cheeks, the shaking in her hands becoming uncontrollable. She leaps off her bed, and swings open the door. Her brother Marshall was hovering nearby in the hallway, no doubt waiting to hear the news. He jumps when he sees her.

“You didn’t get it?” Marshall asks. “Char, it’s okay. Maybe the next one—”

“No,” Charlotte gasps, “Mars, No, no.”

“Don’t get all pessimistic, so what—”

“Look!” Charlotte shoves the letter towards him, he scans the letter quickly, a beaming grin spreading across his face.

“You got it! Congratulations!” Mars ends up tackling Charlotte with the biggest hug of her life.

The evening is a blur of phone calls to everyone she knows, and happy tears. She has so much to do. She needs to pack, she needs to apply for a job on campus, she doesn’t have classes yet, but she already needs to be studying.

This is it then! This is the day her life begins.

#g/t #g/t writing #my writing #charlie and felix

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Ronance Femslash February - hurt/comfort

Today’s ficlet is for the anon who said, “I know this is super vague but for prompts, literally anything ronance hurt/comfort??“ I haven’t written a lot of hurt/comfort, so this was definitely a fun challenge. Thank you!

I’m accepting Ronance prompts all month for Femslash February. Anon asks are totally fine, and you’re welcome to send more than one prompt. Don’t be shy! Please, keep them coming! You can find previous prompts I’ve filled here.

Putting part of this behind a cut because it got long! Content warning for a non-life-threatening injury.

Robin has just enough time to regret that she and Nancy decided to split up before the stairs are collapsing under her.

She doesn’t go far—she’d almost reached the basement when the steps gave way—but even so she’s pitched straight down into the hollow space below the stairs, and she hears herself hit the ground more than she feels. For the first minute or so, it’s just numb, winded shock, and more bits of wood raining down on her from above.

She lies there, too stunned to move or even really breathe, and tries to remember what she knows about spinal injuries—which is not much, actually, beyond some vague awareness that you’re not supposed to move someone who’s hurt their back. She can’t just lie here, though. She’s got to get up, but she can’t really make her limbs work and that’s probably just the shock, she tells herself, but what if it’s not? She can’t just lie here, she can’t. What if a demodog comes sniffing around, or one of those things Vecna’s been sending out lately shows up? She really doesn’t think she can handle being torn limb from limb by some kind of hive-mind zombie wearing the face of Mrs. O’Donnell or her mailman or whatever. Worse yet, she’s pretty sure she wouldn’t be able to live with herself if one of those monsters hurt Nancy because Robin couldn’t keep her shit together.

By the time she’s got her breath back, it’s coming thin and high, right on the edge of panic, but she tries to hold it at bay. The numbness has ebbed into an overall sting of an impact, her whole body buzzing as her nerves try to sort out what’s happened. But she can push through this sort of pain, at least, and she manages to roll onto her side. It’s not actually that bad. Everything hurts, but more because all the signals her body is sending her are turned up to eleven right now. She can do this, she’s got to, because she can’t leave Nancy alone.

She gets onto her knees, and thinks she can probably manage to pull herself out of the hole she’s fallen into. She didn’t even fall that far, thank god. But the moment she gets her feet under her, her left ankle flares in screaming pain and she collapses again.

Robin lies there hoping she didn’t break a bone, because they don’t have the supplies right now to deal with a bad break, and she’ll never walk right again if they don’t set it properly, and, god, if the bone broke through the skin, she’s not even going to have to worry about sepsis setting in because she’ll die the minute she sees her own insides on the outsides, she just knows it.

“Keep it together,” she mutters to herself in a shaking voice. Nancy would never just lie here panicking. Nancy would probably splint her ankle and keep going like nothing was the matter. Nancy—

And that’s when it occurs to her that she can radio Nancy. She almost cries with relief—or maybe it’s pain from twisting around to tug her walkie-talkie from the side pocket of her backpack.

“Hey, uh, Straight Shooter?” she croaks into the radio. “This is Tumbleweed requesting assistance, over.”

A moment later, the walkie crackles to life and Robin’s breath catches in her throat. “Where are you? Over.”

“Basement, over.”

Nancy doesn’t answer, but a moment later Robin hears the screen door in the kitchen slam open, and Nancy’s booted feet running toward the door to the basement.

“Careful on the stairs,” Robin calls up. “They collapsed out from under me.”

“Shit,” Nancy breathes, and Robin laughs weakly. “OK, I’m coming down.”

Robin holds her breath as she listens to Nancy easing her way down the stairs. “Please don’t fall, please don’t fall,” she whispers under her breath. When Nancy reaches the last stable step and stands there peering down at her, Robin can’t resist saying, “Ta-da!” She even does little jazz hands to complete the effect.

Nancy doesn’t seem amused by her attempt to lighten the mood. In fact, she looks furious and a little wild—pissed at Robin, probably, for getting herself into this jam. “Are you hurt?”

“My ankle,” Robin reports, trying to keep her voice steady for Nancy’s sake, but she knows she’s not doing a very good job. “I think—when I fell—” She stops, because if she keeps talking, she’s going to start crying, and she definitely can’t handle that.

“OK,” Nancy says with a grim nod. “Hang on.” Slowly, gingerly, she lowers herself down into the empty space below the stairs. The wood groans under her weight, slight as she is, and Robin holds her breath until both of Nancy’s feet are firmly on the ground.

The next instant, Nancy is kneeling beside her, checking her over with careful hands, asking, “Does this hurt?” and “What about this?” and “Can you feel that?” When she gets to Robin’s ankle, she prods gently at her boot, and Robin can’t help the sob that rises up out of her.

Nancy clasps Robin’s hand, and the pressure of her cool fingers around Robin’s own is better reassurance than anything she could possibly say. Robin doesn’t want her to let go. “We have to get your boot off,” Nancy tells her. “It’s probably going to hurt.”

Robin nods, because what else can she do? Robin doesn’t want to watch as Nancy unlaces her boot, but some part of her can’t look away from the swift, efficient working of her fingers as she undoes the laces and eases the boot off Robin’s swollen foot.

After that, Robin has to stop paying attention to what’s going on below her kneecaps. She can’t watch, and it hurts too much to think about anything else, so she just kind of endures waves of pain in the dark behind her screwed-shut eyelids. It’s not until Nancy’s hand closes around her own again that she dares to open her eyes.

“Do I get to pick out a toy from the gumball machine, doc?” Robin asks, searching Nancy’s face for some sign of how bad it is.

“You’ll be fine,” Nancy says, cutting right through Robin’s nonsense, as usual. “Just a bad sprain, I think. I’m going to radio Steve and Dustin to come help get us out of here.”

Robin closes her eyes, this time more so Nancy won’t see the tears of relief that are already welling up. She must notice, though, because her fingers tighten around Robin’s hand again, which should help, but only makes the tears come faster. She doesn’t really listen to what Nancy’s saying into her walkie, or what reply Steve and Dustin make, just tries to keep her breathing even and not embarrass herself any further in front of Nancy.

“They’re on their way,” Nancy says. Then, after a pause, she adds, “You really scared me, you know.”

Robin laughs, scrubbing at her eyes with her free hand. “Sorry, next time I fall through some rotting floorboards, I’ll try not to be so dramatic about it.”

“No,” Nancy says sharply, irritation clear in her voice, but she stops herself. “What I mean is,” she continues more slowly, obviously making a deliberate effort to keep her voice gentle, “it really scared me, when I thought you were hurt, or—worse.”

“Yeah, well,” Robin says with another incredulous laugh, and she can feel the threat of hysteria simmering in her chest, if she can’t keep a lid on it. “Me, too.”

“Would you shut up?” Nancy snaps. Her grip on Robin’s hand goes tight, almost tight enough to surpass the overall ache of the rest of her body. “What I’m trying to say—if you’d just let me talk for five seconds—is that I sort of don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“. . . Oh.” Robin dares to glance up at Nancy just in time to catch her rolling her eyes. “Only sort of?”

Nancy visibly restrains herself from smacking Robin in the shoulder, her face scrunched up into this expression of impish annoyance that Robin finds unspeakably charming. “Totally, OK? Is that what you want to hear? I’d be completely, utterly lost without you, so don’t do this to me again, you absolute disaster!”

“Yeah,” Robin says softly, squeezing Robin’s hand back as hard as she can. “That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.”

#ronance #robin x nancy #robin/nancy #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #ronance femslash february #femslash february

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🌻🚦🎁 (sending u so much creative energy)

🌻 How often do you read your own fics?

Oh all the time. idc if this makes me conceited, I write fics because I want to read them lol

I go through cycles sometimes where there are fics I feel embarrassed about (because it didn't turn out how I wanted or I'm really aware of a mistake or whatever), so I don't read those much, but then I usually get over it and start reading them again.

🚦What sort of endings do you prefer to write: ambiguous, bad, happily ever after, etc.?

It's almost always happy endings (I would call them "happily for now" lol, maybe they'll have troubles in the future but for now they are happy). I used to write tragedies or hurt/no comfort more often as a teenager but ultimately I'm not super into writing this kind of thing.

It's kind of funny because I actually am a tragedy fan for original fiction, there's a lot of things I really enjoy that don't have what most people would consider a happy ending, but usually for fanfiction I'm being more self-indulgent so I want all my special little blorbos to come out alright in the end.

🎁 Have a piece of a WIP you want to share?

Yeah why not:

“Leo?” Mikey asked hesitantly after a moment. “Are you mad at me?”

Leo took a breath and let it out. Was he mad? No, not really. He was far more scared than he was angry. For a split second, he’d thought it was a lot worse than a few cuts and bruises.

“Nah, Mikester, I’m not mad,” he said. “I was just worried about you, is all. I’m glad you weren’t hurt worse.”

“O-oh.” Mikey looked even more miserable now, somehow. He looked down at his lap, lips pursed like he was going to start crying any moment.

Well, that wouldn’t do. “Hey, hey, come on, bud! I’m sorry I yelled, okay? We’ll finish getting you fixed up at home.”

Mikey flinched, which was a weird reaction. Maybe Leo wasn’t managing to be as cheery as he thought. “…Okay. Thanks.”

“No problem.” Leo got to his feet, holding out his hand for Mikey to take. He could hear Donnie and Raph coming back now, hopefully with good news.

“Love ya, Mikey,” he said once his little brother was standing. Mikey still looked so tense, and Leo didn’t know what to make of it. Had he hit his head after all? “Mikey?”

“Uh, yeah. S-sure.” Mikey gave him a wan smile. “Love you too, Leo.”

(for a bad things happen bingo that I will hopefully finish sometimes soon)

Thanks for the ask!

#writer ask game

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mizoosis · 1 year

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みんな… おやすみなさい🖤 This is a few days late, but happy second anniversary OMORI! I posted this on Twitter and of course can’t write much, so I'll do the honors here.

TW for talk of mental health, hospitals and self harm. Please move from this post if you are uncomfortable with such topics, for your own sake. Thank you❤

I discovered OMORI in 2014. I saw that little trailer in my recommended as a kid and watched it. I got super inspired by it, but never did much else. 2018 rolled by and I found out about the Kickstarter. I couldn't back it up because y’know, I'm a broke teenager, but I still tried to follow its development until I just lost interest. It's now early 2021. My friends are talking about OMORI and begging me to play or watch it. I eventually caved in and didn't expect anything special. Boy was I wrong. I came into the game completely blind, and experienced everything raw. - The first ending I got was the 'true ending', where Sunny and Basil accept their actions and trauma. I cried so much near the end, especially during the Final Duet (but I'm sure that got most people). I had expected a cheesy rpgmaker horror game but instead I got an experience I will never forget. It's themes stuck with me. I hadn't played a game like it before. A game that accurately represents mental illness, trauma and anxiety. I have been suffering from depression basically since the fourth grade. A lot of bad things happened in my life and I was becoming aware of it. I started to feel down and hopeless, often resorting to sleeping all day, drawing and slipping into my own imagination and disassociating. - I soon realized that this wasn't working, and only felt worse. I'd say around fifth grade was when I started to hurt myself. And I couldn't stop. I slowly fell deeper into my depression as I eventually came to terms with the fact I was a transgender person. The first time I tried ending my life was only a few years ago. That led me to be forced to out myself to my family, which thankfully went well and they pledged to help me transition, which they still do to this day. - Despite being able to transition, I still felt like things were missing. I still felt depressed. I realized that I was suppressing my trauma from years prior to the point of forgetting it. And once I was reminded of it, I spiraled further. That leads to early 2022. I was close to ending my life. I was very close to death. But it failed. I gave up and decided to reach out for help. The day after reaching out I was admitted to a psychiatric hospital. I would go to two hospitals in the span of almost six months. Those months were some of the worst of my life. But somehow I grew as a person. And as time went on, I improved despite the challenges I faced while inpatient. My head became clearer. Because not only was I taking medication and therapy, but I thought of Sunny. - Yes it's kind of silly that I was inspired by a fictional character but Sunny's recovery and journey through his mental health and trauma pushed me to keep going. And ironically, I eventually met someone there named Sunny who also liked OMORI. We became really close and I think about them often. They were the only person from that horrible hospital that had a positive effect on me. In August of 2022, I was finally released. Shortly after my discharge my family moved across the country at short notice. I once again became depressed, having to leave my old friends and life behind, but I realized by moving, I can start anew. And that's what I've been doing ever since. I'm the happiest I've ever been and I'm about to turn eighteen in a week as of writing this. I never thought I would live to adulthood. - As cheesy as it is, if I never found OMORI I probably wouldn't be here. I wouldn't have been encouraged to get help sooner. I would most likely already have killed myself or ended up in the hospital for hurting myself. As harsh as that is, it is sort of true. This seemingly silly game about a boy dreaming up adventures with his friends has changed my life completely. I'm grateful for the OMOCAT team for working on this game and putting so much love into it. And I love a majority of the community as well. I have met so many kind and creative people through Discord and Twitter. Why am I opening about this on the internet then? I want to show that things do get better. No matter how old you are, no matter how bad things are either. - I used to think I would never make it anywhere but here I am, I have amazing friends, I'm working on passion projects with others and I draw all the time and enjoy it. My drive has improved because of this game. I don't know what I would have done without it. This game means so much to me and so many other people. I can't believe its been two years since it released already. I'm hoping to continue to love it for more years to come. Thanks so much to OMORI and the fandom that loves it so much.

#omori #omori game #omori fanart #omori fandom #omori sunny #omori mari #omori aubrey #omori hero #omori kel #omori second anniversary #mental health #personal vent #vent post #vent tag #artists on tumblr #digital art #art #fanart

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So, uh... Lazytown was a thing during my adolescent years, but for me, only a thing I was aware of rather than a thing I was into. Even years later as I was becoming an adult and it had a revival, I only knew it through The Memes(TM). But late last year, partially on a whim and partially because August this year will mark the fifth anniversary of when a truly special, wonderful, and irreplaceable human being named Stefan Karl Stefansson tragically left this world, I decided to give Magnus Scheving’s original Icelandic stage play Áfram Latibær! and its direct sequel Glanni Glæpur í Latabæ (which introduced Stefansson as Glanni/Robbie) a watch. The first one was unironically fun but also super hokey and cheap in a lot of ways. The sequel was superior in almost all ways. Both of them got me in the mood to give a look to the TV show and see what I’d slept on (ha ha) for so long.

After having watched a few episodes here and there, I can say that this show...is basic. That’s really the best word for it. Worse childrens shows have been made, but better ones exist as well. Sometimes the writing is solid and will get a laugh out of me, other times it’s just dumb and eyeroll-inducing. I’m not a fan of the puppet characters and kind of check out when the focus is on them, the song and dance numbers can be hit or miss, Stephanie’s pretty cool when played by Julianna Rose Mauriello rather than Chloe Lang (more the material’s fault than Lang’s, she was a better Stephanie in her TikTok videos), and on that note I’m not even touching the Cartoonito Era of the show beyond the meme-worthy Robbie Rotten content it gave us. Also, how dare the show leave out Officer Obtuse, that is a crime!

But none of that matters because this post is really about the two characters pictured above - Robbie Rotten, played by the late and great Stefan Karl Stefansson, and Sportacus, played by Magnus Scheving himself. These two are what make the series for me. In the plays and the show, they’re the strongest elements. The actors’ portrayal of them is obviously a huge part of it (seriously, how the Hell was I sleeping on Robbie for so long? The guy’s legit hilarious!), but there’s something deeper that strikes me about them - they’re the best example of a Role Model VS an Anti Role Model I’ve ever seen.

What I mean by that is that Sportacus is the guy you like, you root for, and want to emulate in life. He’s there to make kids want to get more active, eat healthier, and make wiser life choices. Hell, he makes me want to get more active, eat healthier, and make wiser life choices! His athleticism and acrobatic abilities are like I’ve not seen since John Stork AKA Hyper-Strike on Who Wants To Be A Super Hero?, and his positive attitude and affable personality marks him as the Good Guy, the one you wish you could be like. ...But there’s always that awareness in the back of your mind that unless you are a very dedicated and talented pro gymnast like Magnus is, you will never be anywhere near as cool. You can follow in Sportacus’ footsteps but you cannot actually walk in them, it’s beyond you. Meanwhile, you’ve got Robbie Rotten, the guy you boo and hiss and enjoy watching as he gets thwarted, ridiculed, and bested every time he gets up to no good. You like him because he’s funny and not all that evil or dangerous (in the show, I mean - OG Glanni Glæpur was quite a different story), but do NOT want to emulate him and his lifestyle because it’s not at all subtle that he’s in the wrong, that sloth and gluttony are sins not to be encouraged in children. ...And yet, if you’re to be honest with yourself, you either know this guy or are this guy. You identify more with Robbie than with Sportacus because aside from the Jim Carrey-esque cartooniness and villainy, he’s more feasible. Any child could prefer to live more like how he does, and carry those preferences well into adulthood. It may not be healthy, but it’s easy, relaxing, self-gratifying and comfortably routine. Even if you’re better adjusted, you can’t help but find Robbie to be relatable in various ways at various points. Your want to not be like him is in part because you recognize in yourself qualities that he displays.

Yeah so basically I stan. These are iconic and immortal characters for a damn good reason.

#Lazytown #Latabae #Sportacus #iprottaalfurinn #Robbie Rotten #glanni glaepur #magnus scheving #stefan karl stefansson #opinion

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omg I saw your post about the jungle and I have to rant because I’m so conflicted! On the one hand it has some of my favs in it and so I want to adore it, but on the other hand the whole thing is just MESSY. And from what I’ve heard of the source material, they’ve stuck to it super closely including dedicating a chapter/episode to each character and I think it’s that (plus the really underwhelming production values) that’s bothering me the most. As far as I’m aware there’s no overarching storyline and so it comes across as a series of short stories set in the same place. I also do recognise though that the actor schedules were also apparently really difficult to work around, and that’s probably affected the series in regards to scenes with the full or most of the cast.

Having said all that, I’ve definitely seen A LOT worse from gmmtv even in recent years and I keep reminding myself that at least it’s messy in a fun, sexy way rather than completely bland (apart from leemook which broke my heart because I was looking forward to seeing them together again). For example if I go by series this year, UMG looked beautiful and was acted well but was horrifically boring, double savage almost tried to market itself as a pseudo bl with perth and ohm and was tedious to get through, I couldn’t get past the first episode of loneliness society and I wasn’t enamoured with 10yt except for view and off. And that’s not me even touching on some of the underwhelming bls.

Also I am trying to keep the faith and have hope because I feel there’s been a drastic improvement from episode 1 to episode 6 and that scene with the twins fighting each other in the parking lot in particular was so good and such an amazing performance from Nanon who apparently worked for 6 hours shooting it and I commend him going so hard for something as unserious as this

okay so first of all I agree with mostly everything you said in this post! I didn't even know the show was adapted from an original material, now the one episode per character makes much more sense! but yeah the lack of overarching material IS an issue, but on top of that the writing is so bad?? from the shows you've mentioned I've only seen 10yt & loneliness society, which I both liked enough & personally I think the writing for these shows is MILES better than for the jungle. I agree that ep 6 was the best episode so far, and it's down to nanon's AMAZING performance & also his great chemistry with mild, but all of that could not cover how SHIT the writing was this ep. nithan is DISAPPOINTED that naannam does a no show to her engagement ceremony EVEN THOUGH she now believes him to be a cheater and a MURDERER??? then he shows up & SHE'S HAPPY???? then the real naannam arrives & professes his love without clearing the air once & telling her the truth AND SHE STILL ACCEPTS TO BE WITH HIM?????? the twins make up OUT OF NOWHERE??? and say they love each other OUT OF NOWHERE???? in fact, I was so confused as to which twin was who until I watched this latest ep, and believe we shouldn't have known of naanfah existence at all until the reveal to punpun's character so WE'D BE SHOCKED TOO!!! yes that would've been a cliche plot twist, but at least there would have BEEN a plot twist! I just cannot, tbh. it's giving the three gentlebros level of writing but with even less screen time & I actually liked t3gb bc it was a silly surface level romcom whereas this does not want to be one but most absolutely is. the dichotomy is killing me I fucking hate it here 😭

xxx

#answers #the jungle #the jungle the series #I'm not surprised that scene in the garage slayed so hard if he spent 6 hours filming it omg #currently going feral at how much of a miss this show is I'm so fucking mad lol

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Different Skates: Cale AU - Pt. 2

A/N: Okay, so a couple of things: 1.) I know this wasn’t super anticipated but still I apologize that this took so long to write (I started it the day after I posted the first part, that was in Oct), 2.) it’s Thanksgiving themed and I’m very aware that it is way past that but I didn’t want to have to go back and change a bunch of stuff, 3.) there’s supposed to be a couple more parts and with how I have it planned out other already passed holidays will be in them, 4.) this is very unedited and I’m sorry if it’s choppy like i said it’s been written over multiple months which is very not me (normally i write everything in one sitting), 5.) I hope y’all like it!

Once again thanks to that irl friend for the peer pressure and for the much asked for peer pressure from @typical-simplelove and to @savoies for being my soundboard

Warnings: swear words, she/her pronouns for the reader, if I missed anything let me know!

Word count: 4,402 💀

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“Okay great practice today guys. Go home and rest up, don’t forget tomorrow night at my house, team dinner. Be there by seven and please dress decent for pictures.” Charlie was just finishing up as you walked out of the break room you used to edit in.

Tomorrow night was Thanksgiving dinner with the whole team. So tonight you get to help cook everything that can be cooked ahead of time. Charlie was helping too, but only with the stuff that doesn’t require the stove or oven. He complains every time we don’t let him use them, but in our defence he almost burned the house down. He’s not allowed to have candles either. He’s mostly gonna help our dad put up tables and chairs; after they move the furniture and clean the living room.

The boys are so loud in the locker room that you can hear them all the way out here in the lobby. You're doing some last minute touch ups to some game shots before posting them to the team Instagram while you wait for Charlie. You hear footsteps approaching and look up. It’s Cale. He looks over just as you look up.

“Hey Y/n, how are you?” He asks with a smile.

“I’m okay, you?” You’ve decided to be civil with him since he’s been nice to you so far.

“I’m pretty good, excited for a couple days off to rest.”

“Yeah that’s fair.” You don’t really know what to say after that so you just kind of sit there.

“Hey Caler, you still coming over tonight to help move stuff?” Charlie looks at Cale as he walks up beside him. Also what? You knew nothing about this.

“Yeah of course. Just gotta go home to drop my stuff off then I’ll head your way.” His eyes flick from you to your brother and then back again.

“Awesome, thanks dude. I’m not sure Pops can help move the furniture anymore, even if he thinks he can.” Charlie’s not wrong. Your dad has had some issues with arthritis for a long time but it’s gotten a lot worse in the last year. You just had figured you’d help this time around.

“Yeah not a problem. I’m gonna head out now, but I’ll see y’all in a bit.” He gives you a little

wave before heading to the parking lot.

“You warming up to him yet?” Charlie asks as you head to his car,” “he’s a really nice guy.”

“I know, he’s alright. I thought I was helping you tonight?”

“That was the plan, but I was talking to him about tomorrow and mentioned Pops not being able to move stuff anymore and he offered to help.” Charlie shrugs as he turns the key.

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You were elbow deep in the turkey (literally) when the doorbell rang. Your mom yelled for Charlie to get the door. His footsteps thundered down the stairs as he ran to let Cale in.

This turkey was the most annoying thing to deal with, and you still had a second one to go. Your mom loves to go all out for the team dinners, especially since she knows not all of the guys have family that does. This year she decided to let you deal with the turkeys instead of the sides. Which fair but you were more of a dessert kind of gal. You didn’t mind doing the turkey, you know it’s your mom’s way of passing the torch; but you’d rather be making pies and cookies right now. Your mom just insists on plucking and dressing and all of that ourselves instead of just getting a frozen one, why you have no idea but it’s a pain in your ass right now.

“Hey Ma, Cale and I are gonna move furniture so we can set up the tables!” Charlie yelled before disappearing into the living room.

“Alright just be careful!” She yelled back before turning to the doorway, “ Hi Cale, how are you sweetie?”

“Great Mrs. Y/LN, you?” When you looked up he was standing just outside the kitchen door, he caught your eye and smiled. Giving him a small smile you looked back to the turkey you were violating. Gosh this is going to take forever. You blow a piece of hair out of your face before it gets totally in your view.

“I know told you to call me Melissa, and I’m fine dear. You better run off and help Charlie before he decides he can move that heavy furniture by himself.”

“I’m on it, don't worry.” Is the last thing he says before he disappears into the living room.

“He’s such a sweet boy. Your father wasn’t happy about us deciding he wasn’t helping but we compromised with him being able to “supervise” whatever that hell that means.” She shook her head before walking to the over to pull out two of the pies.

There is so much food that we still have to cook, you were just glad that your mom has it figured out perfectly. You’re still gonna be up a couple more hours but there’s enough to do you won’t even realize.

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The boys are watching a game in the living room. The only reason you can tell is cause of the yelling. They finished setting up all the tables and chairs an hour ago. Both turkeys are ready to be cooked and the only thing left to do tonight is clean up and set stuff out for tomorrow morning. Thank goodness, you felt like you could take a nap right there on the kitchen island. You’ve had a long day between editing, two practices (both dance and skating) the gym, and some schoolwork plus cooking; you were ready to curl up in bed and sleep the night away.

“Okay we’ll take a quick break then clean up. Everything we need for tomorrow should be set out so that we don’t have to worry about it. All the desserts are in the fridge or are covered and on the counter. The only thing for tomorrow is the sides and setting out places. Good work kiddo. The turkeys look great.”

“Thanks Ma, pies look good too. Can’t wait to dig in tomorrow.” Dessert was by far your favourite part of the holidays. Best food group in your opinion.

You both plopped down on the stools at the island. Grabbing the remote from the counter, you turn the tv on to some Christmas movie. It was one of your mom's favourites so you turned the volume up so she could hear it better. Not even five minutes in you heard the boys head towards the kitchen. Charlie no doubt on his way to steal a cookie or six.

“Really?! Christmas movies already? It’s not even Thanksgiving?!”

“Hush Charles, you know Christmas starts on the first in this family.” This argument has been going on between your mom and Charlie since he was ten. You and your pops stayed out of it.

“Christmas starts in October for my family.” You look over to Cale, who’s leaning against the island right next to you.

“Bro what? That’s even more crazy than my mom.” Charlie was gobsmacked.l, “What about Halloween?!”

“Oh yeah we decorate for that too, but the movies and music start then.”

“Dude there is something so wrong with you people.” Charlie shakes his head before sneaking towards the counter by the fridge. Where the desserts were set.

“Charlie, you leave the food alone or you will be cleaning the whole kitchen tonight.” Mom says without looking from the TV.

“Fine.” He heads back to the living room where your dad was still watching the game.

“I can help clean up tonight.” You looked back to Cale after he said that.

“You don’t need to do that, me and Y/n have got it, we just needed to rest a bit. Plus you’ve done enough.”

“Please Melissa, I insist. You’ve done so much for the team, it’s only fair at least one of us helps.”

“Fine, but Y/n will help. You don’t know where everything goes and she won’t mind.” Your mom gets up to head to the living room, stopping to kiss the top of your head and pat Cale’s arm as she walks by.

A little bit of an assumption there mother but okay. You didn’t really mind honestly, it wasn’t fair the Cale was cleaning up in someone else’s house. Even if he insisted.

“You don’t actually have to help, you’ve done a lot today too. Just tell me where stuff goes and I’ll put it there.” Cale is now looking down at where you’re still sat on the stool.

“It’s not fair that you’re cleaning up our mess, I’ll help. I’m not even that tired.” You stand up from the stool and move over to the sink. You let out a big yawn before making eye contact with Cale. He’s trying not to smile.

“You sure about that?” He’s totally smiling now. And you’re a little surprised to find that you’re smiling back.

“Okay maybe I am tired, but I still should help.”

“Yes, you can help by telling me what to do. All I have to do is do it. Teamwork makes the dream work.”

“That is the cheesiest thing you could’ve said, but fine you win. This time.” You hop up on the counter.

“Okay where should I start?” Cale turns to look at you expectantly.

“Hmmm dishwasher would probably be best.” Was your reply.

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“Okay now that all that is done, what’s next?” Cale looks at you again. Those pretty blue eyes meeting your own. He tilts his head a little. That’s when you realised that you were kind of starring.

“Oh yeah! That’s it, I don’t think we have anything else to do tonight. Everything else we have to do in the morning. So you can go hang out with Charlie. I think he’s still in the other room watching the game. Thanks for all your help today.” You hopped off the counter and walked to where he was standing by the island.

“Okay, I actually think I’m gonna head out. I can come help out in the morning. I’m not the best cook but I think I can handle it.” He’s giving you a half smile and between the Christmas music from the movie still playing and the low lighting in the kitchen; he looks entirely too attractive right now.

“You don’t need to do that. You’ve done a lot already.”

“Ah no it’s fine. I got nothin else to do.”

“Alright. I’ll see you in the morning then. We’re gonna start at about eight since dinner is gonna be at noon. Just come over whenever after that.”

“I’ll be here at eight then. See you in the morning Y/N.” He gives you a nod and a smile before heading to the front door. You hear him stop and say goodnight to your family before the front door shuts.

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You’re totally dragging. It’s too early to do this. Not even changing out of your pajamas, you head downstairs. There’s already a mix of smells happening. Your mom must have put the turkeys in early.

Walking into the kitchen you slowly register everything going on. Your mom is checking the turkeys in the oven, your dad is drinking coffee and reading the paper from last week at the island, there’s a Christmas movie playing and Charlie is nowhere to be found. Figures.

Twenty minutes later, you’re slightly more awake, breakfast has been eaten, you’ve started helping with the sides, and Charlie’s just now walking through the kitchen door. And Cale is right behind him.

“Morning loser,” Charlie says as he bumps you into the counter where you were chopping potatoes.

“Charlie, stop messing with your sister. She’s helping me, unlike you.” She gives him a pointed look as he heads back to where Cale is standing, “ morning Cale, how are you?”

“I’m okay, would be better if my truck had started this morning.” Ah so that’s why Charlie was gone.

“Ah yeah Charlie said that’s what happened. Will you be able to figure out what it was?”

You tune out their conversation and continue with your task.

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Cale’s POV

When I walked into the kitchen I was not expecting to see a very tired and annoyed looking Y/N. Who definitely just got more annoyed when Charlie bumped her into the counter. Who’s still in her pjs. That have reindeer all over them.

She’s so freaking adorable.

Yesterday I felt like we might’ve gotten a little closer to that friend line. She laughed at most of my horrible jokes when I was cleaning up the kitchen last night. Honestly I cut it pretty close to my curfew. I probably shouldn’t’ve stayed, but Melissa looked tired and as much as I could hope Charlie would’ve helped clean up; I know better than that. So I stayed way later than I should’ve and had to rush home.

Shaking my head I answer Melissa’s questions about my truck. It wouldn’t start this morning. Charlie and I both think between how old it is and the cold front that moved in last night, that my truck might not be starting for a while. He offered to take me to practice and school, so that helps at least.

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A couple hours later your mom is at the door welcoming all of the boys in. Between Charlie and Cale helping you and your mom, everything got done so you had extra time to get ready and hide in your room for a bit. At least you can wear something comfy. You have to look nice for pictures so you grabbed a sweater to go with your leggings.

The boys were all really loud and you were kind of over it already. Your mom wanted you downstairs at least. She understood why you didn’t exactly want to be around them. So you were sitting on the kitchen counter; reading a book. The only guys that had sought you out to greet you were John and Tyson. They both gave you a hug and asked how you were before joining the rest of the team in the living room.

You were about halfway through your book when somebody hopped up across from you on the island. Looking up you realise it’s Cale.

“Why are you in here?” It came out a little harsh but he didn’t seem bothered by it.

“They’re getting really loud and I get headaches easily.” Cale shrugs, “I can find somewhere else to hang out if you want me to.”

“No you’re fine, I was just wondering. Why do you get headaches easily?”

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Cale’s POV

When she asked why I was in here I panicked a little. I mean I was mostly in here for the quiet, but also kind of to see her. I don’t even know why. I think she’s just nice to be around. Especially compared to the guys.

“Oh, it’s cause of all of the concussions I’ve gotten in the past.”

“Hmm” that’s all she gives me before going back to her phone.

I feel kind of awkward just looking at her. I’d love to ignore the world and be in my phone, but it’s almost dead, plus it would make my headache worse. It’s quiet in here, not awkward but almost… comforting. Honestly it’s kind of nice. I end up looking out the window above the sink. My eyes catching on the snow flurries outside.

“It’s snowing.”

Y/N looks up from her phone before setting it down on the counter and jumping down. Walking over to the sink, she stares outside.

“I love the snow. It’s so pretty and peaceful.” She sounds wistful as she says it.

I have to fight myself from saying she is too, “Me too, winter is my favorite season because of it.”

“Same here.” She turns around and meets my eyes, “this is off topic but if I’m going to be completely honest would rather be skating than here right now.”

“Well if I had to be completely honest, I’d say the same. Why do you not want to be here?” I have a feeling I know what her answer is going to be.

“I assume Charlie told you all about what happened, I’m also going to assume you’re smart enough to connect those dots,” I nod and she shrugs, “honestly you don’t seem all that bad. I know I came off harsh, Charlie told me all about that. I’m sorry. I am trying to be nicer, especially since you don’t act like an asshole like the rest of them. Just know that, that doesn’t mean we’re friends, just that you’re not a total jerk. Anyways, why don’t you want to be here?”

Her statement relieves me. I’m glad I don’t come across like an asshole. I didn't think I did, but it’s always nice to hear. Especially from someone as biassed as her.

“Well mine’s kind of similar, I don’t really want to hang out with the guys. I Know it’s good for camaraderie and whatever, but they annoy the hell out of me. And they all are in fact a bunch of assholes. Even to teammates. Plus skating is so much more fun than sitting here doing nothing.”

That got a smile out of her. She turned back to the window.

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“Dinner was good as always ma, thanks for inviting the team.” A chorus of the rest of them following Charlie’s thanks.

I ended up seated between Cale and Charlie. I think they did that on purpose. Especially since John and Tyson were across from me too. They totally surrounded me so I didn’t have to sit next to the jerks. I’m totally grateful but I wanna be anywhere but here. I lean over to Charlie.

“Hey you going anywhere later?”

“I’ll probably go hang with the guys but Tys will drive.”

“Okay, I’ll have the car then.” Charlie nods before continuing his conversation.

Now I have to figure out a plan to dip after pictures so I can get to the rink.

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Cale’s POV

It’s picture time. And nothing against Melissa, but she has no control over any of this. She’s currently standing behind the camera and trying to get us lined up so we all fit. It’s not going well, Charlie is nowhere to be found and Y/N looks like she’d rather be anywhere else. Can’t blame her, I’m feeling the same way.

“Hey hey everyone chill out and listen.” There’s Charlie. I can hear him but I can’t see him. He’s still shouting orders when I look back over to Y/N. She sees me, rolls her eyes and shakes her head. Then she walks towards the couch, and steps up so she’s standing on it.

“EVERYONE SHUT THE HELL UP! I UNDERSTAND NONE OF YOU WANT TO DO THIS CAUSE I SURE AS HELL DONT. BUT THE FASTER EVERYONE LISTENS AND DOES WHAT THEYRE SUPPOSED TO DO AND THE WUICKER YOURE OUT OF HERE AND OFF DOING WHATEVER THE HELL YOU IDIOTS WANT TO DO!”

Every single person in the room turned to look at where she was looking down on all of them. Silently everyone moved where Melissa had originally placed them. Y/N got down from the couch and walked over to where I was standing on the outside of the group.

“I’m glad that worked, I was tired of standing there.”

“Me too, ready to go home and change and do nothing the rest of the day.” I whisper back as I move to tuck in next to John. She moves right next to me so that she’s in the shot too.

“About that, I was planning on heading to the rink after this. I normally would prefer to go alone but you mentioned wanting to skate earlier so…” she kind of trails off and I turn my head to look down at her, “would you want to go with me? Totally cool if not, just thought I’d offer.”

I can feel the smile stretch across my face.

“I would love to go to the rink. I’d have to get my skates from home first though.”

“We can stop on the way to the rink.” She gives me a small smile and I nod.

“Cale! Y/N! Look at the camera please.” We both follow Melissa’s directions and everyone is excited to be released from the pictures from hell.

“Cale?” I turn to see Y/N still next to me, “I’m gonna go talk to my mom then I’m ready when you are.”

“Okay, meet you at the front?” She nods and is gone.

Now I just gotta figure out what to tell Charlie. He invited me to go hang out with him, John, and Tys later. But if so much rather go to the rink. I look around the room before I spot him by his mom and make my way over.

“Hey Charlie I’m gonna head home. Thanks for inviting me to go out but I’m not feeling it today.”

“That’s alright, do you need a ride?”

“Nah I got it figured out.” I kind of hate lying to him. Not that I’m lying technically, but it sure feels like it.

“Alright man. Let me know if you need anything. Have a good night.” He holds his hand out to shake and I do the same.

“Thanks Melissa for dinner. You and Y/N did really good. I had fun.” Not a total lie but not a truth either.

I turn to head to the front door when someone pokes me in the side. I look down and lock eyes with Y/N. Who’s smirking like she just caught someone in the act.

“You’re a liar! You did not have fun.” She whispers to me as we head out together.

“I did have some fun, I wasn’t totally miserable.” We both climb into Charlie and hers shared jeep.

“Uh huh sure. I totally believe you. But did you really like the food?” She looks over at me as she puts the key into the ignition. She looks a little nervous. I wonder why. Then it clicks in my brain. Charlie said something about it being her first time doing the turkey. That makes sense.

“Yeah everything was really good. I liked the turkey a lot.” I give her an affirming nod.

“That’s good, I was a little worried I’d fuck it up somehow. I’ve seen mom do it a million times, but I definitely was not confident in actually doing it myself.” She turns to back out of the driveway then looks at me before she continues.

“I have absolutely no idea where you live.” I laugh a little before directing her to my house.

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By the time you pull up to the rink, the sun has disappeared from the sky and there’s only a few other cars in the parking lot. Perfect. You’d have the ice to yourselves mostly. Which is great because you really wanted to work on your triple lutz. It was the hardest move in your program and it showed. You needed it to not show. And if you could get your coach off your ass about it, you definetley wouldn’t be mad.

The moment your blades hit the ice, you feel so much better. The last couple of days have been a lot. Being on the ice just made everything better. You could hear Cale cut through the ice behind you. Pushing yourself off, you started some lazy laps. There was a couple of kids on the ice too, so you kept an eye on them to make sure there was no collisions. Skating over to the corner you made sure the coast was clear before marking your jumps. Starting small at first before making it to the bigger jumps. There was no way you were going to go full out on everything you did tonight, you just had to make sure you were warm before going for the triple. Feeling warm enough, you went for it.

And landed on your ass.

“Fuck.” Starring at the ceiling you went over it in your head. Knowing it was exactly what your coach had said (that you didn’t have enough momentum) you got up, shook it off. And went again. And landed on your ass again. And again. And again.

“You good?” Opening your eyes you saw Cale’s face, right above you. Oh right. You had got in your head and forgot he was there.

“Yeah, I’m good.” Taking the hand he offered, you pulled yourself up, “I’m gonna go again so you might want to watch out.” Cale wisely backed out of your way. By now all the kids were gone, and it was just the two of you.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed off. Up in the air you went. One, two three. Hell yeah. Now you just had to stick it. And you did, kind of. Your hand touched the ground to steady yourself, but it was improvement.

“That was so cool!” Cale looked a little awed. Had he never seen a skating program before? It was kind of cute the way he looked so excited.

“I’ll agree with you there, but I need to work on that landing. I at least got three full turns. I’ve only done that once before.”

“Well I mean that's an improvement right?” You shrug, “I think that calls for a break” he gives you a mischievous smile.

“What were you thinking for this break?”

He doesn’t say anything as he slowly skates towards you, until

“TAG!” He barely touches your arm before he’s off.

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By the time you get home after dropping Cale off and taking a shower, you’re exhausted. There’s a smile on your face though.

Before falling asleep you send Cale quick text.

You: I had fun tonight :)

Cale: me too :)

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Drabblecember Day 27 - Cooking Together

Prompt List - Fling Posse Selfship / Yumeship Masterlist

Fandom: Hypnosis Mic

Characters: Gentaro Yumeno, Ann Wolff (OC)

Pairing: Genann (Gentaro/Ann)

Words: 700

The call had come literally out of nowhere, Ann was more than aware of that. And yet they had to ask, even if it was out of pure desperation at this point. “Yumeno–Sensei… Do you know how to cook? “ It came out somewhat weakly yet the desperation audible. Needless to say, him being surprised was an understatement, as far as they could tell. “A few things here and there. Why art thou asking? “ He responded regardless, only filling them with hope. “Ah, really!? Uhm… Can I come over later? I… Have a favor to ask you.” And that was that.

Shortly after the call Ann had hurried over and explained almost in a hurry. The shock in his eyes when they asked the following question however was something they rarely saw and he had been almost terrified. “Can you teach me how to cook something?” He seemed skeptical, perhaps knowing fully well of the stories on how they are a ‘Kitchen destroyer’ yet when they explained themself he might have sympathized, or so they hoped. “I know I’m not good at cooking. But I can’t stay like this. Just some basics… Please! I hate not being able to do something!”

After all, they did not ask to go unsupervised either. It might have been a bit much to ask but they even requested that he would watch their every step, perhaps even guide them if needed. If it helped to improve and to be less of a burden, then so be it! He accepted shortly after under these conditions at the very least, even if this request had been more than sudden. And yet… Maybe Ann should have asked someone else. However, who else was there left? No one really… Not even Ole would help them on his own accord.

Ramuda had been terrified ever since Ann had been in his kitchen. Dice might be willing but they would have to use the kitchen in Eli’s home and that was a no go. If they used it Eli would be able to tell right away. That was not an option either. So they had to ask Gentaro, even if it was super hard to concentrate. Well, they did not expect it to be very easy but… This is difficult… And not for the reasons one might think. Cooking and Ann were two worlds not too fitting. That was one thing…

But his presence was distracting, they had to admit. They were trying to look at the stirring pot, having filled it with ingredients and following the steps exactly how they were told. Everything went fine until he suddenly decided to help them stirring the soup. How? By getting closer, take their arm and guide them by moving it. This resulted in them feeling his touch but not only. What made it worse was his voice. It was right in one of their ears, echoing ever so softly. He didn’t even need to try to fluster them! And that was dangerous!

But focus! Just focus on the task at— “Ann–San? Art thee listening to me?” He managed to bring them back to reality, making them gasp for a moment before answering: “Eh!? I… Erm.. I… W… Well…” They were trying to come up with something and yet he sighed. “Thou were not.” He concluded which was honestly correct. “Please, pay close attention. I thought thou wished to improve.” “I… Well… That… Uh… Sorry…” They said quietly, clearly embarrassed now. But he was right. If they kept spacing out there was not even a chance of them improving. “I’ll watch out. Promise.”

“It cannot be changed now. Do not worry about it.” He responded before getting closer once more, then adding: “I shall explain it one more time. But I must ask for thy attention. I will not explain it a third time.” Hearing him talk so seriously in his voice was something different. They wanted to squeal and yet they held back. Focus focus focus! This was not the time! And he seemed to be not messing around either! Or so they hoped… Was he? Uh… Wait, does that even matter!? “Yes! Understood! I’ll listen!” Or so they hoped at least…

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When All Is Crumbling

:Patience Series- Part Five:

In which: Thanksgiving is almost perfect and wonderful and then it’s not quite so much.

Word count: 2774

A/N - yeah I’m sorry it’s all angsty. All the time. With just the tiniest sprinkling of fluff. I do really like this chapter though and I have big plans for the next one. Also to all those on my tag list you make me unbelievably happy! Thank you so much reading and and enjoying enough you want to be aware of the next update! And as always no beta we die like goose.

T/W - mentions of death, (not a main character). I can’t think of any others, but lol if you see any.

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Thanksgiving sneaks up on them this year and for the first time Mav and Ice have a houseful of people to share it with. The day before Ice is cooking up a storm. Pies, reds from the oven smell divine while cooling on the dinner table. Fresh rolls join them shortly after. Turkey is dry brining in the fridge, vegetables are cut and ready to be cooked the next day, cranberry sauce is bubbling on the stove, and Ice is mixing together green bean casserole while the sweet potatoes are baking in preparation to get mashed and topped with marshmallows.

All in all the house smells fantastic. Bob has been busily making place cards for the table with help from Natasha and Bradley volunteered to bring a bottle of wine and a couple bottles of sparkling cider.

After lunch Mav takes Bob to see his mom. While Mav certainly feels a little awkward being there for their little reunion Bob is very excited to introduce him to his mom, Laura. Mav participates in the conversation a little, but mostly he sits back and lets Bob and Laura talk. It turns out in the right company Bob is very talkative. He tells her all about life at the Kazansky house, about how fun Mav and Ice are and about how quiet and kind Natasha is.

All too soon they have to leave and both Bob and Laura cry. Mav feels bad for needing to leave, but it can’t be helped. And Mav feels even worse when Bob pulls himself together and assures him that he’s ok. He knows he’ll get to call her Saturday. No child should have to be that strong when it comes to being separated from their parent.

Bob gets sniffly in the car, but doesn’t actually cry. Mav rubs his knee and assures him they’ll make time to see her again. The whole thing breaks Mav’s heart though.

-/-/-/-

The phone rings as Mav is drying the last of the dinner dishes that didn’t fit in the dishwasher. He drops the dishtowel on the counter and grabs the phone.

“Kazansky residence, Pete speaking.”

“Uh. . .is Natasha around?” The voice is young and male.

“Who should I say is calling?”

“Um. . .Jake.”

“Hang on.” Mav says, he pulls the phone away from his ear and leans around the door way to look into the living room. “Tasha, someone named Jake is on the phone for you.” She glances at him and stands up. It’s starting to become more evident that she’s pregnant. Her bump is a little more noticeable now. She joins him in the kitchen and accepts the phone when he offers it to her.

“Hi.” She says softly, glancing at Mav, who’s gone back to the dishes waiting to be dried. Jake says something and Natasha smiles for the first time in the three weeks she’s been with them. “I’m ok. Not super sick. Tired. Mmhm. You can definitely tell now.” She rubs her bump, smiling just a little, “Monday. Really? I’ll-I’ll have to check, but I’d really like that. I miss you too.” She laughs a little and glances at Mav again. “Mm, Tora. I don’t hate it. Yeah. Blaise. It is not! Oh. Alright. Monday? Well, I do have to check, but they’ll probably say yes.” She’s says her goodbyes and returns the phone to its cradle. Mav hangs the dishtowel on the oven door and unplugs the sink.

“Um, Pete?” Natasha asks, pulling the sleeves of her t-shirt down over her hands, “could Jake come with me to my appointment on Monday? It’s-I’d-he’s-”

“Of course.” He smiles warmly and Natasha knows he understands what she’s trying to tell him. She smiles a little and then rests her hands on her bump. “Oh, um, your dad called again this morning.” Natasha sighs and wraps her arms around herself. She sniffs and wipes her nose on her sleeve, then turns and leaves.

-/-/-/-/-

Late that night, woken by an ache in his hips, Mav goes down to make himself a cup of tea and sit on the heating pad for awhile. It’s become a common occurrence when he wakes at odd hours to find the kitchen light on and Bob or Natasha at the table. He can smell the turkey cooking as soon as he steps out of the bedroom, but even more so in the kitchen.

It’s Natasha this time. Sitting at the table, one foot up on her chair and her arms wrapped around it, watching the kettle boil. She looks when Mav walks in. He smiles at her and grabs a mug from the cabinet and the box of decaf earl grey. He waits by the stove for the kettle come to a boil and pours water into both his mug and Natasha’s, then takes the two mugs over to the table.

“Thanks.” Natasha mumbles, lifting her teabag and letting it drop back into the water a couple times.

“Wanna talk about it?” Mav asks. She doesn’t look at him and he assumes she doesn’t, so it catches him a little off guard when she starts to speak.

“I don’t remember my mom. Not really. I mean, I remember her in the way that pictures feel familiar and stories feel like memories, but they’re not really mine.” She tells him. “My dad has spent my entire life in and out of prison and when my grandma died when I was ten I started getting shipped off to different foster homes while he was incarcerated.” She pulls in a shaky breath, “and no one wants me anymore ‘cause I’m the fuck up that got fucking pregnant. And wanting to keep my baby makes me some kind of horrible rebel ‘nd I’m just gonna be a bad influence on their perfect angel children.” She spits, trying futilely to wipe the tears off her face.

“I’m sorry people have made you feel that way, Natasha. That’s cruel and unfair. I think it’s incredibly brave of you to want to keep your baby. That’s your choice and you have every right to make it. No matter what anyone says.” Mav tells her, reaching across the table to take her hand, a little surprised that sh lets him.

“Just wanna give my baby everything I never had. They deserve a mom that loves them and I want so bad to be that for them, but I’m fucking terrified.” She’s full on sobbing now, clutching his hand as of afraid he’ll leave at any moment. “I don’t know what im gonna do when I have the baby or where I’ll be or how I’m gonna take of a baby living like I do.”

“Hey, Natasha, listen to me,” he squeezes her hand and she glances at him, face red and puffy, tears still trekking down her face, “Ice and I will always be here if you need us. Whether you need a place to stay, clothes, food, money. We will help you. This is me making you a promise.” He tells her, “I never make promises unless I know I can keep them, ok?” She nods, wiping furiously at her face. After a few beats I’d silence Mav asks, “Can I ask when you’re dad is set to be released again?” She sniffs and he rubs the back of her hand with his thumb.

“He’s got a parole hearing thing on Tuesday.” She tells him. He nods.

“I’m gonna ask another question, but you don’t have to answer if you don’t want, ok?” When she nods he continues, “is Jake the baby’s father?” She nods again. “Is he your boyfriend?” Another nod. “If you ever want him to come over or you want to go see him, you can. We have mo problem with that.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course, sweetheart.” He let’s go of her hand after giving it another squeeze and groans a little as he settles back in his chair. “Don’t get old. It’s not worth it.” She humors him with a small smile and picks up her mug.

-/-/-/-

Thanksgiving day dawns bright and cool. The house smells like turkey and it’s not completely unpleasant. Bradley shows up at eleven and Sarah, Ice’s sister, shows up just before noon. Things are a little loud and chaotic. And then they just get more so.

The phone rings and as Ice is up to his elbows in dinner prep Mav answers.

Kazansky residence, Pete speaking.”

“Mr. Kazansky, it’s Mira. Natasha’s case worker?” She sounds frazzled.

“Of course. How are you?” She sighs heavily.

“I’ve been better. I’m calling about Natasha’s father.” She tells him, “it seems yesterday a fight broke out in the courtyard and currently Mr. Trace is being held responsible for the wrongful death of another inmate.” Mav doesn’t even know what to say. He looks at Ice, doesn’t know what he looks like, but if Ice’s panic is anything to go by, not good.

“Oh my god.”

“They still have to conduct an official investigation, but I’ll be frank with you, Mr. Kazansky, it doesn’t look good. Not with his record. Unless they get some damning evidence proving him innocent, they’re going to lengthen his sentence. Three years at the minimum.”

“What’s wrong?” Ice asks, Mav just shakes his head.

“I’m so sorry to ruin your Thanksgiving, but I thought Natasha should know sooner rather than later. Especially considering this now means he won’t be having a parole hearing on Tuesday.”

“Don’t worry about it. You’re absolutely right. I’ll make sure to tell her.”

“Thank you. I’ll call as soon as I have more details.” They exchange goodbyes and she hangs up. Mav stumbles into Ice and clutches at his shirt.

“Pete, what the hell is going on?” Ice asks.

“Natasha’s dad may have killed someone. He definitely won’t be making parole on Tuesday.” Mav whispers. Ice goes wide eyed.

“Shit. Poor Natasha.” Mav nods against Ice’s chest. The phone starts to ring again and Mav can’t bring himself to answer it. Ice grabs it from its cradle and answers it himself. Mav only listens with half an ear until Ice says,

“One minute, I need to check with my husband.” Mav glances up at him inquisitively. “They have another placement. They need a place for him tonight.” A part of Mav wants to say no, this isn’t a good time, but the other part screams at him that there’s another child in need of a place and they can give him that. He nods. Ice smiles and presses kiss to his forehead. “Are you sure, baby?”

“Yes.” Mav says firmly, leaving no room for argument. Ice confirms with the social worker that they’ll take the placement and ends the call. Something hisses as it boils over.

“Shit!” Ice rushes to turn the burner off and Mav sinks down into one of the dinner chairs, trying to figure how he’s going to tell Natasha she won’t be seeing her dad on Tuesday.

-/-/-/-

His name is Mickey. He’s ten. A brutal car accident took his mother less than two weeks before and poor Mickey had spent all of those two weeks alone in a hospital bed. His father is deployed and they haven’t been able to connect with him yet, but Mickey’s been discharged and made a ward of the state until a family member can be reached.

He’s a bit short for a ten year old, with buzzed hair and the barest hint of a Mexican accent. From the moment he steps into the house Mickey seems to have the uncontrollable urge to touch anything and everything. It’s thoroughly confusing to Mav to watch this little boy stumble around, running his hands along the walls and all the furniture.

Ice has to tell him flat out that it’s because Mickey is almost completely blind. Mav feels kind of stupid, but he’s not willing to admit that to anyone, even Ice.

According to his file Mickey cannot even attain 20/200 vision. Which took a Google search to be understood. His vision loss happened in the same accident that took his mother from him.

But despite his vision loss Mickey is smiley and talkative and cheerful. And not accustomed to celebrating Thanksgiving. But he happily digs in, demolishing a turkey leg with glee and practically eating his weight in mashed potatoes and gravy.

-/-/-/-

After dinner Natasha is helping scrub pots and pans while Mav loads the dishwasher when Ice suggests Bob show Mickey to the bedroom they’ll be sharing.

“Natasha, can you sit for a second?” Ice asks. The blood drains from Natasha’s face. She hesitantly sits down at the table. Mav and Ice sit opposite her.

“Did-did I do something wrong? Are you-am I-”

“No, hey, no you’re fine. We aren’t kicking you out or anything.” Mav assures her. “I-we got a call from Mira today. About your dad.” Her entire demeanor changes from worry and fear to frustration and anger.

“What did he do now?” She asks, crossing her arms.

“He’s currently being held responsible for the death of another inmate.” Natasha’s jaw drops.

“He killed someone?!”

“They don’t know that for sure yet, but pending an investigation he can’t have a parole hearing.” Mav tells her. She pushes her chair away from the table hard enough that it plates with cutlery on them rattle.

“Fuck!” She yells, surprising Ice and Mav with her outburst. She turns away from them, breathing hard. Mav stands and carefully walks around in front of her. She’s crying. “Stupid.” She mutters, “shouldn’t be upset. Never makes parole. Doesn’t care. Hasn’t in a long time.” She’s staring at the wall, eyes unfocused, still muttering to herself.

“Natasha?” Mav asks, taking a careful step forward. Her eyes snap to his.

“Can I make a call?” She asks.

“Sure.” She grabs the landline and leaves the kitchen with it. Ice slumps in his chair and Mav feels like he might fall over.

“After she finds out the gender of her baby we should throw her a little baby shower kinda thing.” Ice says. Mav perks up a little.

“That’s a great idea, baby.” Mav walks back around the table and gives Ice a kiss. “Wanna leave the rest of the pans to soak and be dealt with tomorrow?”

“Yes, with the understanding that it’s a terrible idea and we’ll hate ourselves for it in the morning.”

“Of course.” Mav leans down for another kiss. “I’m so fucking tense now. My shoulder is starting to ache.” He pouts.

“Is that your subtle way of asking for a back rub?”

“Did it feel subtle? It wasn’t supposed to be.” Ice just shakes his head with a small smile before standing up.

-/-/-/-

When the leftovers are stored and the dishes stacked as neatly in the sink as they can be, Ice and Mav decided to head upstairs. After all it’s been a long, exhausting day. They step out of the kitchen they can hear Natasha talking in the living room. It sounds like she’s crying. Ice and Mav share a look before ascending the stairs. They check in on the boys, finding Bob reading aloud from Stuart Little. Bob flushes bright when he realizes they’re watching. They apologize and leave them be with a reminder not to stay up to late.

By the time they’re settled on their bed and Ice is digging his thumbs into Mav’s shoulder in the best way, they can hear Natasha making her way upstairs.

Twenty minutes later they’re laying in bed, drifting between wakefulness and sleep.

“Are we crazy?” Mav asks.

“What kind of asinine question is that?” Ice mumbles, pressing a kiss to Mav’s bare shoulder. “Maverick.” Mav rolls his eyes.

“I’m being serious.”

“So am I.” Mav groans and rolls away from him. “Our life is a little chaotic, but would you really do anything different?”

“No.” Mav replies, “I just thought things would be calmer than this once I retired.” Ice shorts in a decidedly unattractive manner.

“Has anything in our lives ever been calm?” Mav grudgingly agrees. “I love you, Pete.” Ice tells him, pressing another kiss to his shoulder.

“Love you too, Tom.” Mav turns his head to give Ice a kiss, before reaching over to flick off the light.

The storm has really only just begun to break and there are plenty of hard days to come, but wrapped up in each others arms they can’t find it in themselves to worry about it. The siren call of sleep pulls them in and the gladly let the waves pull them under, blissfully unaware of Natasha crying herself to sleep across the hall.

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some thoughts on the official subs for the revue starlight movie (woooo!!!!!!!!) (wrt my own)

overall: IT WAS GOOD. there were some questionable things but it was good. i do think a lot of it was better than mine (i mean i would hope so bc they are paid and qualified to do this and i am not) this is a very lighthearted post about small inconsistencies and things i just burned into my brain

first of all i was like. actively trying not to fixate on the translations so I didn't really look too closely at the lyrics, but i will say some of them blended together lines that in my opinion were not meant to be connected and so it distorted the meaning (what i understood it as at least), it was only in like 3 or 4 cases though i think (i honestly cant remember which) and there were many lines i liked more than my own (i cannot remember) some were also exactly or almost exactly the same

aside from lyrics:

on the train when they listed the starira schools. it was like:

Seisho Music Academy

Siegfeld

Rinmeikan

Frontier School of Arts

i died laughing at this. i wonder if like. whoever was doing this is a frontier fan and was like Oh yeah i for sure know it's Frontier School of Arts but im not sure about siegfeld or rmk im gonna check and get back to that and then they just didn't. it's just so funny. It's like they said you know the rest anyways just fill it in with your brain. i'm like so glad they did this genuinely

For some reason they kept putting seisho as Seisho Music School in dialogue. this was baffling because at one point (the first time i noticed, maybe the first time it happened) Karen was reading the letter she wrote to hikari and her application info books were on screen and it said in big letters SEISHO MUSIC ACADEMY on the seisho book and then below it it said Seisho Music School in the dialogue. i noticed this more after this.. i don't really get why they did that. nbd, my friend didnt even notice it at all, but funny

also they put Actress Training Class, which is like, a combination of starira's Actor Training Department and the text in the movie that says Stage Actress Class? kind of hilarious... we have three official translations for this now

the official revue names are

Annihilation Revue

Resentment Revue

Co-star Revue

Hunting Revue

Soul Revue

The Last Line

ngl this whole __ Revue thing is kind of growing on me. i like it. co-star is just wrong because 競 means to compete they just. kind of fully got that wrong and i hope it is right for the starira card(s?) 😭 also they put Super Star Spectacle as Superstar Spectacle which is fair but there is a space between super and star in the katakana and Super Star Spectacle is the spotify title

they misheard Masai as Sasai due to overlapping audio w the background conversation about a new cyclorama. this made me go ??????? because. did they not have a script?? or was it just a mistake from not checking the script... or did they just not have a script???

the sign when hikari appears says Stage Right Entrance. i put it as Lower Stage Entrance and that was once again me fucking up i have no excuse for this. i actually realized i messed that up a few days before watching this, i will update it in the files in a day or two. i am aware i look like an idiot

they translated 腐れ縁 in futaba's revue intro as inseparable (bond, or something), this made me go D: and doubt mine (rotten relationship). 腐れ縁 is basically like inseparable but negative, like you're stuck together even though you don't want to be. so i guess i was leaning more to the negative (and more literal) side, for better or for worse. i think it has some sort of weight in the context of futakao's relationship though since inseparable can be positive by itself.

give a hero trials, give a saint temptations, give me a devil, GIVE ME YOU. slay. (i dont remember if its singular or plural for the first 2 dont quote me on that)

ah this is one. Pierce through me, with your brilliance. to be honest i was like, a little bit unsure of if hikari really meant through HER, i had intuited that but didn't like. I didn't want to commit to it i was scared... i might change this in the files.

the Claudine Saijo... Beautiful you are. was imo kind of unnecessary....... i get it is supposed to be like archaic speech but you can just say You are beautiful but its not a big deal

at the beginning, i wasn't a huge fan of... This is a stage(/play? cant remember) for goodbye. this kind of sounds awkward to me... also the giraffe then said something like Starlight is a tragedy of inevitable goodbye. i am just not a huge fan of the use of goodbye here...

they missed AIJO KAWAN 😭 its ok so did I.

rip nana's Thou Shalt Not Die by Yosano Akiko reference 😭

nana: I made her cry / junna: I made you cry i wish they made junna say I made her cry so it would be a 1:1 mirror and also bc Nana isn't within earshot of junna when she says this..

New National First Theater Troupe (starira) -> New National Opera Company

Anemone Troupe -> Anemone Theater Troupe

The Distant El Dorado -> El Dorado, Far Away (why not Far Away El Dorado..), Beyond the Blue Skies -> Sky singular (just a stylistic thing i guess)

i will edit this post if i think of something else that isn't completely and utterly trivial. i can think of a lot of lines that were nearly or fully Exactly the same as mine but I don't want to bore you with that.

anyway it was fun 🎉 love the three starira schools Siegfeld, Rinmeikan, and Frontier School of Arts

#revue starlight #annoying tw #stupid analysis

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