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goldenraeofsun · 4 years

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would you have me, would you want me?

Part I

Part II

Cas chokes on his drink.

Spluttering, he gasps for breath, his face reddening with embarrassment.

“Sorry,” Dean says, his eyes laughing. “I guess this batch is stronger than the last one.” He gently guides Cas away from the punch bowl, towards an unoccupied corner of the kitchen. “Here,” he says, swapping out their cups. “I only got Jack and Coke in mine.”

“Are you sure?”

Dean sniffs the punch skeptically before taking a small sip. “Yeah, my standards are not high. Jesus Christ, they must’ve poured the whole bottle in there.”

Cas hides his own smile behind the rim of Dean’s cup.

“So, Cas,” Dean starts, “What’s up?”

“What’s up?”

“Yeah,” Dean says. “It’s like I hardly see you now we’re done with Cicero.”

Cas takes a large gulp of his drink. “I didn’t realize you noticed.”

“‘Course I did!” Dean says, mock-outraged. He ignores a loud cheer from the crowd around the doorway at the other end of the room. “Tutoring was the best part of Thursdays.”

“You have double-period Latin and Ms. Abbadon back-to-back on Thursdays,” Cas says shrewdly, as he watches Gordon from Calculus brandish two full bottles of vodka. “There wasn’t much competition, as far our tutoring sessions went.”

“How’d you know that?” Dean asks, baffled.

“You complained of both frequently,” Cas says. Before he can stop himself, Cas tacks on, “I always listen when you tell me things, Dean.”

Dean smiles weakly at him before taking a large gulp of punch. “Hey, do you want to go somewhere quieter? I can barely hear myself think.”

Cas nods and lets Dean pull him out of the kitchen.

“So how’re you really doing?” Dean asks as they settle down on the first steps of the forbidden stairs to the second story of Tessa’s house. “Did your old man come through?”

Cas’s expression hardens. “He won’t be able to make it to graduation. I received his response in the mail a few weeks ago.”

Dean studies him, and Cas tries not to fidget under his gaze. “Let me guess, you’ve been skulking in the library ever since, your nose buried in a book.”

Cas bristles. “I do not skulk.”

“Dude, you so do,” Dean says, laughing. “With the face, and the eyes - trust me, you’ve sent freshmen running for the hills and you don’t even know it.”

Cas hunches in on himself. “I haven’t been in… the best of moods lately.”

“No shit,” Dean says as he reaches out and claps Cas on the shoulder. “At least you’ll have Gabriel?”

“Small consolation.”

Dean bumps up against Cas reassuringly. “Come on, he’ll make enough noise for at least four relatives.”

Cas just shakes his head.

“At least you’ll be leaving all this behind,” Dean says, his face darkening. “You’ll be able to start new and shit.”

Cas turns to him, puzzled. “I’m barely going out of state. And it’s only for four years - less, if I can graduate early.”

“Uh huh,” Dean says, not looking convinced in the slightest. He swirls the terrible punch around in its cup before taking a large gulp.

* * *

Castiel swallows nervously.

“It’s good to see you,” he tells Dean.

“Same here,” Dean says. He glances at Charlie. “You know Charlie?”

“Cas teaches Latin and French at Carver Preparatory Academy,” Charlie pipes up. At Dean’s blank look, she explains, “A few years ago, Roman donated a bunch of tech to his alma mater. Yours truly was sent in to coordinate from Roman’s side of things, and Cas here drew the short straw at the high school.”

“I also chair the robotics club,” Castiel clarifies.

“You’re at Carver?” Dean asks, eyes widening. “Teaching those douche nozzles that stole Peppy the Pigeon?”

Castiel makes a face. “Those students were reprimanded and suspended. It was not an… authorized thievery.”

Dean snorts.

“And it’s not like your students’ hands are entirely clean either,” Castiel adds reproachfully. “Didn’t they sneak pot brownies into our bake sale for senior prom?”

“So what if they did?” Dean crosses his arms across his chest. “As far as I’m concerned, they got more bang for their buck. You can’t get a pot brownie for three dollars just anywhere.”

“The faculty bought them too! We were in the middle of midterms!”

Dean smirks. “Extra fun midterms, then.”

Castiel throws his hands in the air. “I don’t know why I even bother,” he says as he spins on his heel. “I need another drink.”

Dean hasn’t changed. Not one bit.

He gets halfway to the makeshift bar before Charlie waylays him. “Dude,” she says, her eyes huge.

“What?” Castiel jerks his arm to throw off her grip and makes as if to step past her.

“That was a disaster.”

“You’re telling me,” Castiel says sourly.

“Why’d you attack him like that?”

“He started it,” Castiel says, eyes flashing.

Charlie throws him a deeply skeptical look. “Are you really incapable of being in the same room for five minutes?”

Castiel sighs, running a hand through his hair. “Most likely.”

“At least nobody threw food,” Charlie says before perking up. “Although that last food fight was epic.”

“He started that one too.”

“You could’ve walked away, literal egg on your face or no,” Charlie says, the corner of her mouth twitching.

Castiel shakes his head. “I’ve never been able to walk away from Dean Winchester. You know that.”

“Sure,” Charlie says easily, “but he doesn’t.”

* * *

Cas swallows nervously.

“I’ll come back for the holidays,” he offers boldly, the alcohol shoring up his resolve. He isn’t sure Dean would even care, but he needs to say something.

In the beginning, Dean needed help with Latin, so Cas was assigned as his tutor. After a rocky start - Dean kept ditching Cas for reasons unknown - Cas followed him to his car and refused to get left behind again. With Dean in the driver's seat, they picked up Sam at his middle school and drove him to soccer practice.

Cas tutored Dean right there on the bleachers overlooking the scrimmage game.

When it rained, Sam came with them to the library - as happy as a pig in shit, as Dean often said while ruffling Sam’s hair.

To celebrate their last tutoring session a month ago, Dean took Cas to the movies. A film had just opened about two demon hunting brothers. The trailer showed them saying a Latin exorcism, so it totally counted, according to Dean.

Dean and Cas are friends. Probably.

But Dean has a lot of friends. Cas has observed them across the cafeteria, over the pages of too many books to name. They make Dean laugh, far more than he ever has with Cas. They understand his jokes without explanations. Dean doesn’t meet their eyes for only a moment before ducking away.

After a small eternity, Dean speaks. “I’m glad you’re here, Cas.”

Warmth blooms bright in Cas’s chest. “Me too.” He fiddles with his cup before taking a reassuring swallow of liquid courage. “Why did you invite me?”

“I dunno.” Dean stares down at the drink between his hands. “Thought it would be nice.”

“Really?” Cas asks, his voice dripping with skepticism.

Dean screws up his face. “You seemed stuck in this funk, man. And you weren’t getting out of it on your own, so, I guess, I thought it was time to bring in the big guns.”

“A party?”

Dean grins. “Nothing like alcohol and bad decisions to loosen you up.”

Cas chuckles under his breath. “I almost didn’t come.”

“I figured it was a long shot. Why did you?”

Cas swallows down more of his drink. “You asked me to.”

“Yeah, but…” Dean drifts off, brow furrowed.

“You’ve asked me for exactly four things over the past year,” Cas says seriously, ticking them off on his fingers, “One, to let you drive Sam to soccer practice while we were supposed to have tutoring; two, to borrow my flash cards, which I was going to give you anyway; three, to go to the movies with you; and four, to come to Tessa’s house tonight. That’s it.”

Dean knocks back his cup, his eyes dark. “I guess I thought I was more of a drag for you these past few months.”

Cas’s mouth falls open in surprise. “A drag on what, my vibrant social life?”

Dean shrugs, staring out at the empty hallway. “You have this mysterious loner vibe going on. I didn’t think you wanted anyone to mess with that.”

Cas squints at him. “I have a vibe?”

“At first I thought you just thought you were better than the rest of us,” Dean continues as Cas’s heart sinks into the floor. “But I know better now.”

Cas tips back his drink, draining it. He croaks, “You do?”

One corner of Dean’s mouth lifts into a half-smile. “Yeah, I do, Cas.”

* * *

Castiel’s stomach flips at the sound of his name.

Dean catches up with him right outside of the gym, calling again, “Hey, Cas, wait!”

Castiel turns, dread curling in his gut. But he can’t flee - he still has some pride left. “What?”

“I think we need a do-over,” Dean says seriously.

Castiel bites back the, What gave you that idea? on the tip of his tongue. Instead, he says, as evenly as he can, “I think so.”

Dean rubs the back of his neck, wrongfooted in a way Castiel has never seen on him before. “Look, we’re not our students, obviously.”

“Or else I would know what ‘yeet’ meant,” Castiel says wryly.

“Mood,” Dean deadpans, before his face breaks out into a smile as Castiel squints at him, uncomprehending. “I heard down the grapevine you went into teaching a few years ago. Good for you, putting those tutoring skills to better use.”

“It seemed a logical choice.” He eyes Dean, biting his lip as he tries to convey his next thought without offending him. “But I was surprised to hear you went into teaching too.”

Dean snorts. “You and everybody else.”

“Why did you?”

Dean shrugs. “I had this teacher in community college, Missouri Moseley - she said it would be a good fit for me. She convinced me to transfer to a four-year university and get certified.”

Curious, Castiel asks, “Why did she say it was a good fit?” before he thinks better of it, and adds quickly, “Not that I think she’s wrong.”

“’Course you don’t,” Dean says with a lopsided grin. “She said I would come to the role from a position of empathy. That I would be able to reach the troubled kids who need the most help.” He averts his gaze, muttering, “Fancy words for saying I have a soft spot for the outcasts and loners, I guess.”

“You’ve got to be joking.”

“No?” Dean’s brow furrows as he takes in Castiel’s stony expression. “I told you my dad was never around. Not one teacher noticed,” he says, gesturing around them. “Our guidance counselor was a waste of space. I only went to community college to set a good example for Sammy.”

“Yes, but,” Castiel protests, “you were popular. You weren’t an outcast.”

“But you were,” Dean said, eyebrows raised expectantly.

Castiel grimaces. “I know that.”

“There you go.” Dean crosses his arms across his chest, satisfied.

But, Castiel is far from satisfied. He hasn’t been satisfied for ten years. “I don’t understand you,” Castiel grinds out, frustrated. “You’re saying you went into teaching to help kids like me?”

Dean’s confidence cracks the tiniest fraction. “Yeah?”

Castiel lets out a dark laugh. “I suppose you have changed.”

“I mean, it’s been ten years…” Dean drifts off.

Castiel could use another drink. Or five. He rubs a tired hand down his face.

“Look,” Dean says, “I know I was an ass to you in senior year.”

“Only the last few months,” Castiel says sharply. “For the vast majority of that year, you were my friend.”

* * *

Cas’s stomach flips at the sound of his name.

Cheeks flaming, Cas sneaks a peek at Dean out of the corner of his eye.

Nobody called him ‘Cas’ before Dean. Teachers and classmates always used ‘Castiel.’ His relatives, his mother, all called him by his given name.

But Dean - Dean would sooner spend his valuable lunch money on the cafeteria salad than ever call him ‘Castiel.’ From day one, he claimed ‘Cas’ as his.

“I don’t mean to shut everyone out,” Cas says, the words spilling out of him before he can dwell too deeply on them. “I just don’t know how to let them in.”

“It’s not easy,” Dean says frankly. He tips back his cup of punch.

“You don’t seem to have the same difficulty,” Cas says in a low voice, trying not to sound accusatory.

Dean shrugs, his eyes troubled. “It’s all relative, I guess.”

Cas leans forward, resting one elbow on his knees as his other hand dangles uselessly at his side, clutching his mostly-empty cup. “I probably should have done more.”

“If you’re happy kicking it solo, who am I to tell you how to live your life?” Dean asks, and Cas cranes his neck to see him relaxing back, sprawling out so his arms take up the whole width of the stairs.

“But maybe I could have been happier if I had more friends.”

Dean shakes his head. “No way to know that for sure.”

“Really?”

Dean licks his lips. “I mean, I got a lot of people who like to listen to me run my mouth and make stupid jokes. I don’t have a lot of people who would put up with my idiot little brother for a twenty-minute car ride every week.”

“Sam’s not an idiot,” Cas says automatically.

Dean grins. “There we go.”

“I’m sure you have more than you think,” Cas says quietly.

“Leo would rather strip and sing the Macarena in front of the student body than spend one minute with Sam, and don’t get me started on Bela or Gordon,” Dean says derisively. “Look, ‘m pretty sure I got one dude who’s up for it, and I’m looking at him.”

Cas ducks his head, staring hard at the piece of carpet between his feet.

“You’re a good friend, Cas,” Dean’s voice says to his back. “If you want to fuck off after college and live like a hermit in the Rockies, be my guest. But it doesn’t have to be that way. It’s not your fault nobody else sees how awesome you are.”

Cas rolls his eyes. “I told you, I’ll probably return after college. My family is here.”

“Fat lot of good they’ve been doing for you lately,” Dean snorts.

Cas turns to look at him. “I think I’ve managed fine on my own.”

“Yeah, but you deserve better than ‘fine.’” Dean sits up, his eyes dark and intense. “You deserve the goddamn world, man.”

Cas stares at him, his eyes wide.

“Fuck it,” Dean mutters before pressing their lips together.

Onto Part III

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inspirationdivine · 4 years

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Skates, Scares, Scissors || Lydia, Simon, Nora

Simon makes Lydia wear skates so he can walk faster. Nora tries to help with their sticky situation. @fearfordinner @inconvenientsimonstrocity

Lydia slid to a smooth stop next to Simon, her face in a near permanent frown. “This is absurd. We’re not doing this again. There is no need for anyone to walk that fast.” She looked down at the roller skates she was wearing, after a long conversation with Simon that had resulted in much more compromise that Lydia liked. Like the fact that Lydia was physically incapable of walking as fast as Simon unless she was jogging. Hence, rollerskates. She looked up at the building where he’d stopped them, and her frown only deepened. “This is where you live?”

Meanwhile, Simon was rather pleased with himself for managing to convince Lydia to let him get her the skates - she was… less than enthused but ultimately, it worked better for their situation and he felt less guilty about needing to be places and having to make her accompany him. Well… THAT wasn’t his fault but he still felt guilt over it. “Yeah,” He replied mildly, taking the key out of his pocket and wedging it into the keyhole. “It’s, uh… not much but it’s acceptable,” He glanced up at it almost fondly as he swung the door open. “This’ll only take a few moments,” He assured, leading the way into the two-room house.

The wait for Simon was long. Too long. Nora had grown bored far before the moment she heard voices outside. She’d been sitting there feeding Stark and Lannister ham from her pocket and showing them funny tiktoks about how the birds work for the bourgeoisie when a distinctly not Simon voice hit her ears. Then Simon’s voice. Nora had shut off the videos and waited for people to enter before popping up on the couch, like dracula awakening from his grave. “Boo.” Was all she gave in way of greeting. Her eyes trailed from Simon, her best human friend, to the woman in a pink fluffy coat in rollerblades behind him. ‘Oh. Oh no.’ She thought to herself. She’d done it again. She’d interrupted a date. At least they weren’t in bed together like Alain and the blonde had been.

“In a space this small? Of course you’ll be quick,” Lydia replied, looking around skeptically as she stepped inside. The roller skates were awkward and ugly, but still didn’t make a sound against his flooring. She pulled her coat more tightly around her as she followed Simon into the living room. She’d just been about to find herself a tiny corner of the couch to perch on when someone sat up rapidly. Lydia jumped, grabbing Simon’s arm as her eyes flew wide. “Is- I thought you lived alone! Is this an intruder?”

One moment, Simon was walking forward towards his room and the next he was greeted by Nora’s voice promptly followed by Lydia clinging to him as though she just saw something frightening scurry across the floor. He glanced down at her, then over to Nora then back before giving a light scoff. “Oh! Oh, no, sorry… Uh, she’s a friend. Lydia, this is Nora,” He introduced, motioning to the girl on his couch then turning his gaze to her. “It’s good to see you out and about again,” He smiled gently. “Thanks for feeding the birds. Nora, this is Lydia.” He moved his arm very slightly to indicate the woman grabbing it and giving no implication that he minded the contact at all - rather, he thinks something swelled in his heart at the motion of her looking to him for protection. Maybe that was just a-- he didn’t know. He was being obtuse.

So here was again. Interrupting a couples outing, err, inning. There was something that she just couldn’t get her mind off though. And that was Lydia’s fluffy pink coat. It was big. It was fluffy. It looked warm. “How many pockets does your coat have?” Nora inquired Lydia, her monotone drull refusing to acknowledge how interested she was in this coat. Her gaze shifted back to Simon, Nora asked. “It’s good to be out and about again.” Breaking into homes. Getting into these situations. “Am I interrupting something?” Nora inquired, getting to her feet. She wasn’t sure what to do. On one hand she wanted to hang out with her best human friend, Simon. On the other hand, she knew it was rude to be a third wheel and that wasn’t a vibe she was going for.

Lydia looked from Nora, to Simon, and back to Nora. She dropped Simon’s arm immediately, taking an indelicate step away. (Indelicate because she wasn’t subtle about it, but also because the rollerblades were a clunky nightmare.) “Nora. I suppose it’s a pleasure to meet you.” At Nora’s question, Lydia frowned, distinctly out of her element, possibly in the opposite of her element. “No pockets.” She replied, deciding that perhaps she didn’t want to sit on the couch at all. Indeed, looking around, Lydia wasn’t entirely convinced she wanted to sit anywhere at all. “No, you aren’t interrupting anything. Although, we’re quite busy.” Lydia looked to Simon pointedly. She didn’t want to spend a second longer here than she had to. Once Lydia let go of his arm, Simon let it drop back to where it rested at his side naturally and he started to reply when he caught the look Lydia gave him and he cleared his throat awkwardly. “No no, you’re not interrupting anything,” He assured Nora but he didn’t linger too long before motioning for her to get comfortable again… well, more comfortable. “We’re in a bit of a… bind,” He half-heartedly explained, giving Lydia acknowledgement that he was about to move before actually moving to not catch her off-guard. “So I’m just here to pick up a few things. I dunno when I’ll be back, though… But uh, how’ve you been? Your roommates okay?” He asked as he moved about the house, gathering what appeared to be a duffle bag from under his bed as he started to put little things in it - clothes, a couple books, his toothbrush and an old, torn-up towel among other things.

No pockets? What was the point of it if it had no pockets? “Where do you keep your ham?” Nora asked Lydia, starring the woman down. “Or your friends.” Nora reached into one pocket, pulling out the snake also known as Beyoncé to demonstrate her point. “What’s the bind?” Nora asked, Simon, turning back to him to follow as he walked around his home packing up. It looked like he was packing up for a sleepover. “How long have the two of you been together?” Nora asked. Simon never talked about himself, so her eyes drifted over to Lydia thinking she might be the best to answer the question. Now that she was meeting Simon’s partner, she might actually learn something about her friend.

“I don’t keep either in any pockets,” Lydia replied slowly, staring at the snake that Nora just appeared to keep in her pockets before flicking her eyes back to Simon, trying to work out if this was a werewolf thing or a… not werewolf thing. “We aren’t in a relationship. The bind is quite literal.” To demonstrate, Lydia skated a few steps away from Simon, and leant backwards until the bond caught her. At Lydia’s explanation and subsequent demonstration, Simon instinctively stopped what he was doing and held still while she leaned, feeling the tug of the invisible bond against his stomach though he caught Lydia’s gaze and returned one as if to say ‘she’s just odd, it’s fine’. “We have… no idea how to get rid of it,” He added, turning to admire the snake with a small smile. “Or how it even happened.” He decided to leave it at that as he had no further explanation and reached out to stroke the top of the snake very gently. “Hows Babs?” He asked.

Oh. Still no answers on the illusive Simon. Lydia and Simon exchanged a look. A look Nora had seen shared by many people before but still had no idea how to decipher it. But she knew it was about her. She blinked. “Have you tried cutting it?” Nora asked, always willing to help however she could. “The bind might not be visible, but scissors might still cut it.” She made a snipping motion with her fingers. Nora loved this town. Where else did you meet two people literally bound together. “Babs is great. Today he went off to scare a kid he’s been scaring for the last four years. It’s very funny.”

“Who is Babs?” Lydia asked, before she realised that she did not in the slightest care. It was, in fact, very hard to care about anything at all when she was wearing these skates and was attached to a giant of a werewolf, no matter how gentle and friendly he might be. “Why would that work?” On the other hand… beggars could hardly be choosers. Spellcaster magic was lawless and messy, and might be broken by silly things like that. She looked at Simon. “What do we have to lose?” There was an admittedly long pause before Simon exchanged another look with Lydia at Nora’s rather simple suggestion. “At this point,” He said slowly. “The only thing we have to lose is the opportunity to avoid looking foolish if that actually works,” He exhaled through his nose and gave Nora a half-grin. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of that.” He said honestly, first of all because it was true and secondly just in case Lydia felt flustered at the notion that there was something so obvious that she didn’t try. “Babs is Nora’s tentacled dog,” He answered her first inquiry with the full knowledge that she probably didn’t care but he didn’t like to leave questions unanswered as he made his way over to the kitchen and starting to fish around in the old drawers on the off-chance one of them housed the aforementioned scissors. “He eats fear.”

“Why wouldn’t it work?” The lady in the pink fluffy coat seemed to have trouble grasping basic notions. If something was tied together that you didn’t want to be tied together, you cut the rope. Easy Peasy. “He’s a yeth hound.” Nora trailed to the end of Simon’s statement. Some people had been trying to convince her that despite being a ‘hound’ it was actually not a ‘dog’ but a ‘monster.’ Nora’s selective hearing decidedly made her ignore those people. Fishing out her phone, Nora hand to click off the screen of tik toks she’d been showing to Lannister and Stark to pull up a photo she’d taken of Babadook. She held her phone out towards Lydia to proudly display her tentacled dog in his full glory making a full grown man cry of fear. God. She loved that dog.

“Then let’s not save my ego. Do you have any scissors lying about here?” Lydia replied drolly, before turning her attention to Nora. “You have a yeth hound as a pet?” Lydia repeated sceptically, having only seen them in photos and videos her family sent her as memes. They weren’t exactly cuddly looking creatures, and Lydia didn’t for one second believe they could be tamed. That was hardly the priority for right now though. She did lean in to look at the photo Nora offered, grimacing. “That’s a Yeth Hound, alright. I suppose in this town it is easy to feed.” “I’m looking,” Simon replied, opening his last drawer but not finding any scissors. “Hmm…” He paused before wandering over to the other corner where the TV sat on a desk. He opened the drawer and pulled out a pocket knife, dulled but still carrying enough of a gleam to know that it was worth more money once upon a time. He really should’ve gotten rid of it along with his silver watch but for some reason, he didn’t and he had to struggle for a moment to refrain from dropping it instinctively as he felt it stinging his hand. “Same principle, right?” He asked, feeling his jaw tighten; he wanted to pass this off or… not hold it anymore, at least. He flicked the blade out and studied the distance between them. How big was the invisible rope? Would it take one swing or several saws? He spent too much time thinking about it when he dropped the knife out of instinct and it clattered to the floor. “Gah, sorry…” He said, dropping to a crouch as he started to pick it up but his arm withdrew. “Uh… Care to do the honours?” He asked both the women, hoping to avoid touching the knife any more than he absolutely had to.

Silly human best friend, Nora thought as she watched the knife clatter to the ground. Nora struggled to her feet, still a little sore where her wound was. “I’ll do it.” Nora grabbed the knife then positioned herself perfectly between Simon and Lydia. After looking at both of them, she extended her arm and started swinging it down repeatedly at the empty air. “I don’t even know if I’m close to touching it.” Nora murmured under her breath. She stopped the chopping motion, and offered the knife handle to Lydia. With her free hand Nora took a piece of ham out of her pocket to snack on while watching what would come next.

Lydia took the pocket knife between finger and thumb, catching the gleam in the metal and recognising the weight in her hand. It was dulled, but the oxidation wouldn’t have protected Simon’s hand. “I can sharpen this for you, if you like,” she offered, glancing at his hands. Fine, she’d try this, but both of their attempts so far had been futile. Lydia more precisely moved it across her midline, testing rather than cutting. Her shoulders dipped. It was a silly thing to have tried and an even sillier thing to have hoped for. “It isn’t snagging on anything. It isn’t going to cut. This is pointless.” Well, the other two had tried it in different ways to no avail and Simon was in the camp of ‘swing broadly and hope you hit something’, which was what Nora did and THAT didn’t work so he assumed that they either needed to try SCISSOR scissors to cut or it wasn’t that simple despite sounding like it could’ve been that simple. He glanced at the knife that Lydia now held, subconsciously taking a thumb to his palm as he simultaneously scratched and massaged the reddened skin - it really wasn’t a new sensation to him but he supposed werewolf stereotypes DID exist. “I’d… appreciate that,” He replied, glancing at the space between them again. “Well, that didn’t work.” He frowned. “Good idea, though,” He looked at Nora. “I suppose I’ll finish packing and we’ll keep working at it.” With that, he slowly started to make his way around the house once more, feeling almost dissatisfied that cutting at it didn’t work. Then again, he didn’t know what he was expecting.

“Huh.” Nora watched as Lydia tried to catch the knife. “Must be because our knife isn’t invisible.” That seemed like the next logical progression in this entire process. If the rope was invisible, then the knife must be too. You see, some people wouldn’t believe that there was an invisible rope binding two people together. Some people would believe it was an elaborate ploy. Nora? No. Nora was almost jealous that she didn’t have her own invisible tether. How fun was it! Getting to spend all day with a friend! Plus Lydia was roller skating around. Wow. How lucky for her. Nora let out a yawn, landing back on the couch. “Have you talked to a magic user yet?”

Lydia briefly considered sitting on the couch too, but after giving it - and Nora - a second look, she reconsidered that idea entirely. The less she touched, the better. Putting the pocket knife into her handbag, Lydia watched idly as Simon walked around the room, packing. Occasionally, she had to skate a couple feet towards him so that the bond didn’t just drag her along. “A couple. They said they’d get back to me if they found anything. I don’t really find spellcasters all that reliable, but we don’t have many other options.” “I didn’t even know magic existed until a few days ago,” Simon admitted as he coiled a phone charger that sat on his old kitchen counter and stowed it in a pocket. He straightened up and turned abruptly, looking at the rope and holding his hand up like he just participated in a quick-draw of “rock paper scissors”. He chose scissors, of course. Getting a feel of where he thought the rope was, he leaned forward and started cutting at the air with spindly fingers. Nothing, and he looked at his fingers in the scissor position as if they let him down. “Well, it was worth another shot,” He shrugged his good shoulder.

Nora flipped on the couch, so that she was looking over it. Simon, in the spirit of good faith, was using his fingers to pretend to cut the rope. “I think we need actual invisible scissors. Not.. Pretend scissors.” Nora’s monotone was able to introduce a tone of ‘duh’ that made no sense considering this was a situation where nothing made sense. Leaving Simon to that, Nora’s eyes floated back to Lydia. It was time to make a new friend. Summoning the illusionary magic deep inside of her, Nora created a creature. A gremlin of sorts. It’s eyes bulged and it’s skin was a putrid shade of green. It was dressed only in the filthiest of rags. It jumped out of the wall, right towards Lydia screaming obscenities before disappearing under the couch. A fun little jump scare. Just to lighten the mood.

Simon stopped packing. Why had he stopped packing. Lydia stared at him for a long moment as he tried to cut the rope with his fingers. Her mouth gaped like a fish as she smacked her hands against her face, rubbing at her temples. “Simon. Please just pack.” She managed, after a long-suffering sigh. When Lydia opened her eyes, she wished she hadn’t. Out of the wall bulged the most hideous creature she had ever seen - which was impressive, considering that she’d just seen Babs - and Lydia yelped as she ducked awayfrom it, covering her head. That quick action was too much for the roller skates, which slid out from underneath her, and she began to fall. Simon gave a sheepish smile at Lydia’s expense as he continued packing, wondering how someone was supposed to find a pair of invisible scissors when they were invisible - wouldn’t that make them very difficult to keep track of? He had trouble remembering which street was which and those were visible AND didn’t move. He was still mulling over the thought when he heard Lydia yell and in an instinctual heartbeat, he was on his feet and in a fluid motion that he couldn’t tell you how it happened but he was next to Lydia, arms out as he maneuvered around to catch her before she hit the ground and he swept her up with little effort like a child about to fall off a boat. She was light, even with the skates and he gave her a brief glance that mingled concern with the apology that always tinged his tongue. “Nora!” He exclaimed, turning and not realising he was still holding Lydia. “You can’t just scare people on skates, that’s rude!”

The yelp. The swell of fear. All was instant reward for Nora’s very fun and very harmless prank. She was very pleased with herself, enjoying the snack. Until she heard the exclamation from Simon. Nora looked over and saw Simon holding Lydia. She supposed Lydia had started to fall on her skates, Nora hadn’t been paying too much attention - her eyes had closed to enjoy her snack. But an exclamation from silent and gentle Simon? Well. That was new. Simon had gone with Nora through many experiences and he’d never so much as raised his voice. Not even when it was his own life he feared for. Nora blinked slowly. Once. Twice. Her eyes flickered to Lydia and back. “I can.” Nora responded. As in, she ‘can’ scare someone in roller skates because she already had. There was no apology on her lips for the scare. There never was. Besides, the fall had made it funnier.

Lydia threw her hands out behind her as she slipped, but she gasped as strong arms wrapped around her, setting her back on her feet. Lydia grabbed his arm also, catching her breath as colour slowly returned to her cheeks. Lydia looked to Nora, and a small smile spread on her face when she realised. “It was an illusion. Just because you can doesn’t mean you ought to.” She smiled though, because Lydia did love a good prank. “Was that for fun or a quick snack?” “Both,” Simon replied for her, loosening his grip around Lydia’s demure frame carefully and with an expression that suggested that he was frustrated with himself for some reason. “I know you CAN but…” He paused; obviously she could, she already did. “I just… Sorry for-- I just don’t want anyone getting hurt,” He admitted, his voice dropping back down to its quiet timber and subconsciously reaching up to scratch at the scars on his shoulder in his usual nervous tic, feeling embarrassed both by touching Lydia without her permission and raising his voice, which he didn’t think was that loud.

“Mostly fun.” Nora interjected. A good snack would require a much bigger scaring. She looked at Simon, quiet once more, then to Lydia. “It was a pleasure meeting you Lydia. Babs is probably done scaring the kid. I should go pick him up before animal control tries to shoot him again.” Nora slunk to the door, without turning back she raised a hand in farewell. “Good luck with the binding.” Then she left.

Lydia had been about to say more, now that her heart wasn’t pounding quite that loudly, but Nora was quick to leave. She looked from the exiting figure to Simon himself, who was looking uncomfortable in his own skin. “Your bugbear friend seems nice,” she commented drily, before giving him a gentle nudge. “Thanks for catching me. Fae are tricksters themselves, no harm no foul.” She stepped aside, looking around the room again with a curl to her lips. “Come on, let’s finish packing.” The whole ordeal was over rather quickly and Nora had departed without saying another word to Simon, which he thought… upset him, if only slightly. Or… maybe a little more, he wasn’t sure but he was pulled out of his thoughts by Lydia, who commented on Nora’s species before nudging him, which made him give a small smile to chase away the negativity he felt inside, at least temporarily. “N… no problem,” He said first, quietly. “Yeah, she’s a good kid,” He added louder. “She’s very stubborn but she appreciates life, death and just about everything in between except for vegans and vegetables.” He turned and gathered up his bag and, glancing to make sure Lydia wasn’t in a position where she could fall again, resumed with his temporary collection of essentials.

#simon #wickedswriting #para #chatzy #nora

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hi babe I wanna talk music with u. tell me what you think is the decade defining album(s) of the 60s-80s and why? x

oh prepare for a long-ish ask. I think the 70′s and 80′s it’s kind of clear what albums were decade-defining but the 60′s really was when music made its largest shift ? if that makes sense my brain is fried from after writing this paper lol

1960s

1. The Velvet Underground & Nico// The Velvet Underground

- Even though i hardly talk about the velvet undergound on my blog i am incredibly fond of this band. i think their sound brought something totally different to the music scene at the time, and the warhol influence fused music and art into an incredible union. i think the velvet underground is like the band of the art rock scene, with just a touch of mod? they’re incredible.

2. Revolver// The Beatles

- In my opinion, Revolver is the best beatles album like its a banger from start to finish (except yellow submarine fuck that) I feel like this album has a really good balance between their original sound, while also adding so many different elements its just a really interesting album to me. I think this album is a really good example of the progression of rock throughout the 60s, especially compared to their earlier albums

3. Highway 61 Revisited// Bob Dylan

- okay i really could’ve put any dylan album on here from the 60s because theyre all so good and i think they all made such an influence on folk/rock music. his songwriting is literally indescribable (i know i dont need to tell you this). I picked highway 61 because it’s my favorite at the moment (from the 60s, my favorite dylan album is desire) I also think this shows the versatility of dylan i dunno ? Similar to revolver, highway 61 encapsulates the changing tides of the music scene in the 60s

4. Let It Bleed// The Rolling Stones

- oh my FUCK when i thnk of the 60s i think of this album almost immediately. It’s not my all time favorite stones album but god its up there. opening with such an apocolyptic song like gimme shelter ? bold ass move and im glad they did it. That song literally is a beacon for the end of the 60s, especially when you look back at all the crazy ass shit that happened in 69. That song sends fucking chills through my spine. And the end of the album with you cant always get what you want, i think the album starts with some deep, kind of menacing song but ends with this shining light? i dunno how to explain what im trying to say i hope you understand what im saying. I think everyone near the end of the 60s needed that shining light, and let it bleed is symbolic of that.

5. Are You Experienced// The Jimi Hendrix Experience

- Jimi Hendrix was one of the first artists to capatalize off of guitar based music (if that makes sense this is getting really long and im starting to ramble). I’m not saying he was the first person to have cool guitar solos or do any intricate playing (he low key was though) but he really revolutionized the way rock music was being played at the time and was one of the game changers. I firmly believe that without him and the music he made, music of the late 60′s and even 70s wouldnt have been what it was.

6. Led Zeppelin II// Led Zeppelin

- okay im really torn between putting this album on the list. Because when I think of Zeppelin i don’t really think of the 60s because they are The band of the 70s ya know ? I was tempted to put this album in the 70s section of this ask but i feel like people would give me flack for that. I think this album really shows where music was heading going into the 70s. They pioneered that hard rock sound ya know ? I think this album, like let it bleed, is a good indicator for where music was heading. also cant forget about the wack ass lyrics that are in that album, talking about balls and shit how Foul.

1970s

1. All Things Must Pass// George Harrison

- if u really thought we weren’t gonna talk abt my fucking baby ur mistaken :((((((. I think this album is such a good example of music in the early 70s, still clinging to a bit of that 60s, peace and love vibe while also making a rock record. I guess the two biggest examples of that would be something like I dig love anf then comparing that to out of the blue. Its definitely got that 60s flare but there’s so much more depth ya know ? george is the best pls block me if u think otherwise bc ur crusty

2. Dark Side of The Moon// Pink Floyd

- yes. i know this ablum is basic. but its still a good representation of music that defined the 70s. Floyd was the biggest success with the whole psychedelic rock thing, they made it enjoyable for everyone and i think that can be seen in dsotm.

3. IV// Led Zeppelin

- You know why.

4. Talking Book// Stevie Wonder

- was tempted to put songs in the key of life but… i like talking book better lol. Any of his albums made in the 70s could be considered decade defining albums. Mans got incredible talent, and his lyrics spoke to a wide variety of people i think ? also the combination of funk and soul that hes famous for can later be seen in disco music. I think his music in general just speaks to a lot of people, and a lot of musicians take inspiration from him

5. Rumours// Stevie Nicks

- im gonna be up front with this one, everyone fuck with stevie and i bet u dont know anyone who doesnt like dreams or the chain. shit slaps what else can i say

6. The Eagles// The Eagles

- The eagles are like the poster child for american rock (more specifically, west coast rock), which became popular in the 70s. I dunno when i think of the 70s i think of driving down the highway and when i think of driving down the highway i think of the eagles, its just common knowledge

7. London Calling// The Clash

- similar to my problems with putting zeppelin ii in the 60s category, i thnk london calling really belongs in the 80s section maybe ? actually no, i think this album is a good synopsis of the punk movement that started in the mid/late 70s and then carried into the 80s

1980′s

time for the sad boissssss

1. The Smiths// The Smiths

- god this melancholy fucker. personally this is my favorite smiths album, you could argue that the queen is dead is more impactful and youre probably right. But i think their first album brings the sadness to the forefront ya know ? like they were one of the first sad boi bands and i respect that shit. Also think this album is like the poster child for a sad teenager in the 80s, and god knows there were a lot of those weirdos.

2. Purple Rain// Prince

- personally… controversy is my favorite prince album but we wont discuss. This album is so widely popular i grew up on this shit. like every song on it is a banger and defintely splits the line between pop and rock, something we see a lot when looking into music from the 80s

3. Like A Virgin// Madonna

- madonna was the first pop princess idc this album is like 80s pop defined. shes amazing, this album is amazing, what else can i say? im right :)

ive been typing for a long time im sorry im gonna end this now i hope this is good enough :( luv u and i hope u enjoyed my thoughts. also i cut a lot of albums out bc i didnt want to make it too long but :((((( okay bye

#asks #punkslap #music

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pinky-dan · 5 years

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To All the Boys(and Girls) I’ve Loved Before Part 2

Title: To All the Boys(and Girls) I’ve Loved Before

Prompt (from phanfic): a dnp adaptation of tatbilb

Notes: Part 2 is finally here!!

Genre: fluff, a bit of angst

Words: 1.4k

Series Masterlist

(ao3 link)

A week later, Kitty and I were starting school again. I was dressed in black skinny jeans, a red flannel, and a pair of black combat boots.

“Dan. It's only gonna take a second. Just smile,” Dad was taking his annual picture of us holding chalkboards with the grade we were going into.

“Cheese!” Kitty still hadn’t realized how cheesy our dad actually was.

“Sixth grade and junior year, can hardly believe it.” I sighed at Dad's remark

“Okay, you ready to go?” I turned to Kitty, handing our signs to Dad. Because Margot was gone, I was responsible for driving us to school.

“One sec,” she ran back into the house, leaving her backpack on the curb.

“Okay, just drive safe. I gotta go,” Dad gave me a hug. “You look great.”

“All set,” Kitty came back outside with a helmet on.

“That's very funny,” I said, not amused.

“Very necessary.” We got in the car and headed off to the combined middle and high school.

I walked in the halls looking for my new locker, different from last year. I was officially an upperclassman, and I actually wanted to put effort into school, not just get B’s and be fine with it.

“Ow!” I accidentally walked into someone. Looking up from my feet, I locked eyes with a girl, about an inch shorter than me. “Excuse you!”

“Oh my god, Gen,” I apologized profusely. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Oh,” the brunette haired girl looked me up and down, her face turning to a scowl. “It’s you.”

Gen, Genevieve. We used to be best friends, but post-middle school, for reasons having to do with her popularity and my lack thereof, we are now decidedly not. I have a slight feeling she's also homophobic, but I can't pin anything on her.

“Cute boots,” Gen mockingly saluted. “Thank you so much for your service.”

“They’re vintage,” I responded. “But I got them on Etsy.”

“And they’re amazing!” I turned around to see my best friend(my only friend), Gen’s cousin, Christine. “Not everybody can pull them off. Lara Jean can rock 'em!

“But for you, cuz, well, let's just say it's probably a good thing you're playing it safe with those,” she looked down at Gen’s feet, noticing her “white girl” foot wear. “Uggs.”

“You know what, Chrissie?” Gen started to get angry. “Screw you, you know my feet are always cold.”

“Hey, babe,” A taller, black haired, boy came up behind Gen and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, leaning down to place a kiss on her cheek.

“Oh, hi!” Gen kept glaring at me as she started talking to him. “How you doing?”

“I’m good, how are you?"

“Good,” Gen smirked at me, and I couldn’t help but think of our history.

Remember Phil, the second non-recipient of one of my love letters? That's this Phil. Gen's Phil. Seventh grade, my first real boy/girl party. Everyone knew that Phil and Gen, who at the time was still my BFF, only wanted to kiss each other.

The bottle spun, landing on Phil.

“I can spin it again,” I said, not sure if he would want to kiss a boy.

“You can’t cheat the bottle,” he said leaning across the circle to kiss me. Our lips met awkwardly for a split second before we pulled away. I looked over at Gen, and she was glaring at me. That was the official end of our friendship.

“So I was just complimenting Dan on his government-issued boots,” I scoffed and turned my head to look at Christine. “Come on, I see someone we need to say hi to. Bye!” Gen walked off, leaving a confused Phil standing across from us.

“She just stopped drinking caffeine for some diet,” Phil said in his smooth voice. “I think she's in withdrawal.”

“Are you sure she just doesn't have a chemical imbalance?” I retorted.

“Right,” he awkwardly thumbed in the direction Gen walked off to and left to catch up with us. I turned to Christine still staring at Phil's back.

“Really think my boots are amazing?” I asked Chris.

“If you ask, it ruins the whole vibe,” Gen teasingly shouldered me. “Be cool. Anyway, you think I'm gonna let my cousin talk trash about you?” The bell rang, and the two of us walked towards our first class together.

I walked into the lunchroom, looking for a seat. I really was lost without Margot here to guide me. Walking out of the lunchroom, I walked outside to the bleachers. Realistically, there wouldn’t be anyone out here, but of course, Josh sat with his earbuds in, eating a sandwich.

“Um, is this seat taken?” I asked him. He looked up, surprised, but moved his paper bag over to the side, making room for me to sit.

“I gotta ask,” Josh began. “Did she tell you she was gonna do it? I just figure you guys talk about everything, right?”

“She didn’t tell me about this.”

“We're still cool, right?” he asked. “We can still talk and you know, kick it?” I laughed.

“Ugh... Don't say ‘kick it.’” I joked. “Yes, we are cool.”

“Good.”

“Do you want a carrot?”

“Give me a carrot.”

Josh and I really were cool. However I felt about Josh, I could never do that to Margot.

“The middle school cafeteria is so ginormous. Alison wanted to sit at lunch, but so did Brianna and Katy. I ended up rotating so everyone had time next to me, you know?” Kitty and I were in the parking lot after school, and she was telling me about her day.

“Yeah, I can totally relate,” I said, my voice shaking a bit. I was happy for her, really, but even my little sister had a better social life than me. I started backing out of the parking spot.

“Woah, woah, woah,” a masculine voice said from behind the car. I slammed my foot on the brakes, not even bothering to turn around to see who I almost hit. I recognized that voice.

“Good thing I’m wearing my helmet!” Kitty joked. A knock sounded on the window next to me. I slowly rolled down the window in shame.

“Hi,” Phil said.

“Hi,” I said, refusing to look at him.

“How you doing?”

“Good.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“You know people usually check behind them before they reverse to avoid killing others,” he said sarcastically. I turned to look at him. “It's a thing we do.”

“Yeah, I'm just not completely comfortable with using my mirrors yet.”

“Yeah, clearly,” Phil scoffed. “Think you're gonna be able to make it out of the parking lot?”

“Yeah, we’re fine,” I said, hoping he got the message that he can stop leaning into the car’s window. “Really, seriously. Um, so you should just, uh, go, seriously.”

“Whatever you say, Howell,” he pushed himself off the car and pointed to my sister in the passenger seat. “You’re in charge.” Kitty smiled as he walked away.

“Who was that?” she asked.

“That was Phil Lester.” Kitty turned forward in her seat.

“What are we waiting for?”

“The rest of the cars to leave.”

“Oh my gosh.”

“What do you think Margot’s doing tonight?” Kitty and I were on the couch, watching Golden Girls.

“Crack,” she responded. I sat up, shocked.

“Kitty, why would you say that?”

“It’s how Scottish people say fun,” she explained. “Like, ‘you’re good craic,’ I looked it up.” I settled back on the couch, shoveling popcorn into my mouth.

“It’s weird not having her here, huh,” I said with my mouth full.

“It's weird not having Josh here, too. I miss his Blanche impression,” I sighed, almost missing Josh too. “You know, Dan, if you had a girlfriend, or boyfriend, maybe you wouldn't have to drive at all 'cause he would take us places.”

“If that's what it takes, I think you're stuck with me.”

“I dunno. What about the guy you almost killed the other day?” Phil.

“He's dating Gen.”

“So?” Kitty got up from her spot on the couch to sit facing me. “It's just that, don't you find it kinda depressing that it's Saturday night, and you're having a Golden Girls marathon with your little sister?”

“No. I love the Golden Girls, and I love hanging out with you.”

“Okay, I'm not telling you this to make you feel bad,” she started. I could tell this was going to make me feel bad. “But, Dan, I'm 11 and I canceled plans to be here tonight, and well, you're 16, and I don't think you had anything else going on, am I right?”

“That is way harsh, Kitty.”

“The truth hurts, Dan.”

What I didn’t know, was after I fell asleep, Kitty snuck up into my room, found the letters, and put them in the mailbox to be sent the next morning.

#Dan and Phil #dnp #to all the boys i've loved before #tatbilb #au

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techouspeaks · 6 years

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A First Look At: Huggto Precure! Episode 1

Well I’m gonna go ahead and list it in order starting with...

The Opening:

Level: Not so memorable.

The opening is mediocre at best. It’s not the worst but it’s not very memorable to me. The moment it ended, I forgot about it right away.

Characters:

Level: Decent but Hana really could have been better...

My main problem with Hana is that she’s not very different from all the other happy go lucky cures we’ve had in the past. She’s basically your clumsy good-hearted heroine we’ve seen a dozen times. She’s late for school and flunks but is not willing to give up. Put it short she’s not very interesting.

I will say this, I’m glad that Hana does like sports and is very athletic despite not being a tomboy. That’s one thing I can credit. I mean sure, Haruka from Go Princess is athletic but only after she joins the school. From what Hana explains, she’s actually talented in sports already. I hope that’s true cuz that would be a slight difference to her.

I also like her design as Cure Yell. It’s very sporty, cute and kinda reminds me of a sailor scout but as an homage kinda thing.

Saaya (the blue girl) is a nice character. Again not very interesting so far but I like how open she is to Hana. Most of the time the blue cure is distant at first from the pink cure and doesn’t socialize with her until later. I like how upfront she is with Hana and wants to be her friend right away.

Homare is the one I like the most. I was surprised that she had a low voice and appeared to be like a boy. An aloof boy at that too. At the same time, I like how they didn’t make her stuck up or too mistakenly for a boy. She just does her own thing and doesn’t bother anyone and yet she’s suppose to be a figure skater. You wouldn’t guess that with her boyish nature.

Harry is a much better companion than that ugly poodle thing we had last time! I like how he doesn’t get along with Hana. I kinda miss the fairy not getting along with the main cure kinda thing. That was a refreshing take. I’ll take the spiky hamster over poodle clown thing or ghost beaver thing any day! Though I can’t help but get Hamtaro vibes when I see him.

The baby is just obnoxious but then again...What baby isn’t? She cries, she likes Hana. Does the normal stuff babies do. If you like babies, you’ll like Hugtan just fine. (I prefer kittens than human babies.) However, I will take the baby over that ugly poodle fairy.(I refuse to call it by it’s name.) At least with Hugtan, there’s a reason why she cries and wines. Poodle clown thing we had last time was just annoying with no excuse!

Over all, the characters are good. Not that original but don’t feel like complete copies except for Hana.

Animation and content

Level: Good.

Not the greatest but still nice and decent. This series definitely feels like a classic Precure series. Animation and art style takes me back to the times of Yes! Precure. It’s mediocre and not as good as say Go! Princess but still passable. It’s way better than the animation and art style of Kira Kira for sure!

The content of everyone’s future being at stake is a much better premise! Lives are in danger! The future is at stake! This is awesome! The problem is the name of the power...Tomorrow Powerer? Powerer is not even a word! Why do that! Why not call it “Mirai Magic” (since Mirai means “Future”) or “Future’s Wishes” or “Power of Tomorrow”? I know this is a kid’s show but that’s like calling the force from Star Wars “strong power” or “energy juice” or some other stupid thing! It’s just dumb! It’s a cool concept, just dumbass name!

I know it’s a “kid’s show” but guess what? Disney movies and cartoons are aimed at kids and they've proven that kids should be treated with some respect of intelligence! Also, the point of Hana and the whole concept is to grow and be “adult-like”. How about some at least mature names for your power sources? Even as a kid, I would have found “Tomorrow powerer” a really stupid name!

Villains

Level: Better!

Way better than last time. Least they’re actually threatening and have a clear motivation this time. There’s no ruining people’s sweets or whatever. They’re out for cold heart destruction! I also like how the big boss has to approve them and give them their power to go out and do some damage. Very interesting take. The whole big evil organization is something we’ve seen before but not in a long time. It feels fresh and interesting here and again this brings me back to the Yes! Precure 5 days or even Heartcatch Precure.

The fact they want to destroy people’s future’s through life alternating depression is a very interesting take. I just hope this won’t be the case where I root for the villains instead of the heroes.

Though yeah, the guy that they sent out is another generic sporty villain, least he’s threatening than the pokemon rejects of last year’s first episode of Kira Kira!

Transformation and Cure Attack:

Level: Boring Transformation. Decent attack.

Yeah for someone like Cure Yell, I expected her transformation to be as jumping and energetic as herself, but it’s just she closes her eyes and her clothes pop on, while making a really annoying sound as she hugs her heart thing. Honestly her heart thing and the transformation is like Doki Doki’s. In fact, the moment I saw her transformation I instantly thought Doki Doki...

Her attack is decent. It does remind me of Cure Heart’s attack a little bit but with a twist. It’s an alright first attack.

Ending Theme:

Level: Same as the opening. Not very memorable. Decent 3D models though.

The models are a lot better like last years. In certain moments you hardly can tell the difference between the 2D animation and the 3D. They got that nailed down and do seem to be getting better at it every year.

Although as I say this, I will like to point out, REALLY don’t like the lipstick thing on the cures. It just makes them look weird because you know they’re kids and I dunno...with me, it’s just weird putting lipstick on a kid character. Yes, they’re teens and the point is to make them seem mature but they’re barely a teen. They’re 13. We’ve seen make up on cures but they’re settle with it, well....Except for Happiness Charge’s horrible power up. Here it just looks weird especially on Cure Yell. She looks kiddy in her appearance which kinda ruins the whole “adult” thing she’s going for her. It’s a cute design, just lay off the lipstick!

Overall/Final Verdict of the first episode:

Overall this was a much better first episode than Kira Kira’s. The characters, more so the main character, do suffer some lack of originality, but hopefully they flesh out at the series continues. The designs are good, just wish they lay off the lipstick.T he villains are at least a bigger threat and have clear motivations. The content and animation is an improvement and gives me the feel of the Classic Precure. I just wish the names for things were a little bit, well mature, but over all good.

Hopefully, this will be the series that will live up to the classics and over all, I enjoyed the first episode just fine. It’s a way better start than last year’s Kira Kira.

I’m gonna give the first episode of Hugtto 6 Stars out of 10

6 Stars

Level: Good!

#hugtto precure #precure #Kira Kira Precure a la Mode #go princess pretty cure

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