#emo boy shiver should be more famous

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Can you tell I really like them

#splatoon #frye #shiver #literal worms in my brain #emo boy shiver should be more famous #he deserves it #im so close to just call them my ocs #shivrye

[mythiccheroacademia]

—“get your son/daughter” 

𝕙𝕠𝕥 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕥𝕤: 𝕚𝕟 𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕙 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕝𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕚𝕟 𝕒 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕙𝕠𝕝𝕕 𝕡𝕥. 𝟚 | 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖’𝕤 𝕡𝕥.𝟙 𝕨𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: 𝕔𝕦𝕣𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕒𝕤𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕠𝕠𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕓𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜-𝕗𝕖𝕞!𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

Midoriya Izuku:

despite having two of the sweetest parents on earth, your son had a mouth on him

you didn’t know if it was bc he hung around his sailor mouth pomeranian looking uncle a lot or if it was the three inch growth spurt that got him feeling all big and bad

but you and your husband caught him illegally using his quirk outside of school and freaked

and apparently, your kid had gotten comfortable enough to say, “you guys are being so stupid about this”

that was how izuku ended up holding you back as you tried to look over his shoulders and let your son know what was on your mind 

“YOUR SON JUST CALLED ME STUPID AND YOU’RE JUST GONNA LET HIM GET AWAY WITH THAT!?”

“no of course not, honey! i just think you should calm down a little—”

“SO YOU SIDING WITH THE ENEMY??!!”

there was no use getting to you and so izuku pleaded, “S/N, apologize to your mother! now! please!!”

fed up, the boy goes, “urgh!! you guys don’t get it! how am i supposed to learn about being hero when all dad does is go on and on about all might? all might wasnt even that cool!”

izuku dramatically gasped and whipped his head around to stare at his son with shock

you even paused to let out a small gasp of your own

it was silent for a hot minute

then the young boy realized his mistake when his usually kind father narrowed his eyes in betrayl

“w-wait, i didnt mean that—“

midoriya released you and simply stepped to the side 

your son started shivering when he watched an evil smirk grow on your face 

“dad hold on—!”

“I’m going to go watch videos of my favorite uncool super hero” izuku huffed before leaving the room 

you slowly stalked towards your son

“so what was that you said about me being stupid?”

it was at that point that he knew he shouldve kept his big mouth shut

Kirishima Eijirou:

in kirishima’s eyes, his daughter could do no wrong 

ofc she had her moments, but overall, she was a bright, sunny, and happy kid that was too good and pure for this world

that’s why he always tried to ease down any punishments you gave her

but when she acted like this, kirishima knew it was either let you do what you needed to do, or stand in your way and get taken down with her 

bc even a 6′0+ man with 200lb+ of muscle like him could whither away from your glare

you didn’t get angry often, but when you did, shit was terrifying asf

so when you asked your daughter to hand over your phone and she smacked her teeth and threw it on the counter...

it was game over 

everyone in the room silently watched the phone clank around until it stopped

the room went quiet save for the ticking clock

your daughter’s eyes widened as she realized her mistake 

your head turned to your husband and kirishima felt sweat start to pool at his temple

you stared at him for a minute before calmly speaking 

“you have three seconds to get your daughter before i do bc i swear i will—”

that was all, eijirou needed to hear

“D/N, go to your room. you’re grounded for two weeks”

“yes, sir. also i’m sorry mom!” she quickly yelped before running upstairs

once she was gone, you let out a frustrated breath as he went up to you, attempting to quell your anger

you turned around to continue flipping through the TV and smacked your teeth before throwing the remote on the couch, too upset to find your fav channel

“I dont know where the hell she gets that attitude from, my goodness” you ranted

kirishima looked away in hoplessness as he rubbed your shoulders 

“yeah, no idea...” he chuckled

Sero Hanta: 

this was 100% inspired by that kevin hart tiktok audio

sero came home from a long day of hero work 

he was mainly on patrol but they had him swinging around every which way to cover an absent hero

he was annoyed and his elbows were sore 

all he wanted to do was stuff his face w some food, kiss his children goodnight, and curl up next to you until he was in dreamland

but you had different plans

the poor man didn’t even get a chance to take off his shoes before you bascially materialized in front of him looking like a bull ready to storm right through him

“hanta. i’ve had it up to HERE with that little boy! you better get em’!”

sero looks like a deer in head lights

“huh?”

“you just gonna him get away with talking to us like that?!”

“talk to us like what? nobody talked to me like anything!”

“all i know is, you better go in there and teach that boy a lesson!”

sero is literally on the verge of tears

“babe, what’s going on—”

before he could say anything more, you shoved the famous “beat-that-ass” slipper in his hand and left him fuming over whatever it was that made you angry 

hanta is speechless and can do nothing but stare after you until his oldest daughter walks by

she munches on a tangerine slice in her hand and gives him an empathetic pat on the shoulder before disappearing into the hallway 

he sighs 

he couldn’t get one day of peace huh?

sero catiously opens the door to his son’s room who is unsuspectingly playing his video game

the boy raises a brow. “oh hey papa. whats up?”

sero prays he forgives him

“listen son. i dont know why, but your mama told me i gotta beat your ass so imma do it before i get my ass beat”

minutes later your son comes ito you crying and rubbing his behind to apologize to you for slamming the door in your face and telling you to shut up 

sero can’t say he didn’t deserve it, but that was the most guilty ass whopping he ever gave

~~~

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To Marry a Vigilante: Part 5

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By the time the class landed in Gotham, Marinette and Chloé had enough. Their recorders, which were supposed to serve as damning evidence of blatant bullying, got ‘damaged’ when Lila accidentally splashed the two girls with a drink. Whatever it was, it was sticky, didn’t wash with water, and also ruined their hidden dictaphones. 

Of course, the liar made it look like it was Marinette who tripped her. The class almost hounded her, but they kept their distance not wanting to also get their clothes dirtied. Of course, Lila was occupying the bathroom for the next fifteen minutes, so when she finally left the drink already dried, making it even harder to get rid of. 

When the girls made their way out of the plane to meet with Sabine and their teacher, Lila pushed past them and came crying about how rude Marinette ruined her outfit, which was supposedly incredibly expensive. None of the intelligent people bothered to try and point out that it was cheap mass-produced junk. Alix was visibly conflicted, but also did not speak up in the end. 

“Marinette. I expected better of…” The teacher started, but then she saw both girls were hit worse than Lila, who cleaned most of it in the bathroom. 

“Sweetie…” Sabine started to rethink if a simple murder wouldn’t solve their problem.

“Don’t worry Maman. I can probably salvage it once we ret… get to Damian’s” Mari corrected herself. Luckily, it seemed like nobody caught her slip of tongue. 

“Ugh! Not that creep.” Alya complained. “He gives me shivers.” 

Mari glared at her former friend. She wanted to say something, but her teacher urged them to move. They were put into a small lounge. Marinette, of course, had to run them through a safety course, for reasons. She still did her best, as Gotham earned its reputation as the World’s Capital of Crime. 

When they were finally cleared and the class left the airport, there was a bus waiting, ready to take them to the hotel. Marinette and Chloé were about to board when a limousine pulled next to them. 

“Angel, Bourgeoise…” He greeted the girls. “Since you’ll be staying with us, my father decided to send a proper escort.”

The class stared in disbelief. The guy with a sword was loaded? It definitely looked like it from the car. 

“I bet his gramps just works as a driver and borrowed his work car,” Lila whispered to Alya and suddenly everyone was repeating the lie. “Or maybe even stole it…” 

A blade was suddenly pressed into Lila’s neck, a hair width away from drawing blood

“Tt. I will tolerate many things, but if you try to insult Alfred one more time, your end will be painful.” The class backed away in fear. Marinette immediately went to try and drag the boy away from a very pale Lila, but he wouldn’t budge. “Am. I. Clear?”

Lila was too paralyzed to answer, so he pressed the blade further. Now it was in contact with her skin and a moment of inattention could have fatal consequences. “Am. I. Clear?” He seethed.

“Yes…” She managed to whisper. 

“Tt. Good.” He sheathed his blade just as two security guards came outside to check the commotion. 

“Arrest him! He tried to murder Lila!” Alya immediately screamed. 

“No. If I did, she would be dead. I only explained certain values.” Damian deadpanned. 

The two guards looked between the class and visibly angry Damian Wayne and scratched their heads. They could report it, but they only had the word of some foreigners against the word of the son of the First Citizen of Gotham who was also the fifth richest man in the world. The cameras here stopped working, hence they came out to check what happened. 

“Children. We should be going or we’ll miss lunch at the hotel,” their teacher urged. That was enough for the guards. If the chaperone did not press charges, they wouldn’t bother. 

“But… But…” 

“Lila. Be a bigger person here and apologize to Damian.” Sabine grinned. 

“But he…”

“I don’t want to hear it!” The woman cut her off. “You must show our host some respect.”

“I didn’t…” The glare Sabine sent her and the murderous expression on Damian’s face made the words freeze in her throat. “Fine. I’m sorry Damien.”

“Tt.” Was the boy’s only response. 

Marinette and Chloé were about to leave when Rose protested. “Why are they not going with us to the hotel!?”

“Because as one of the host families, I’m allowed to welcome the students I choose to my house for the stay.” Damian did not care enough to elaborate more. Instead, he just jumped into the back seat of the Limousine. The girls followed, with Chloé going as far as sticking her tongue at the class. 

Once the doors closed and Alfred started the engine, Damian lowered the windshield and leaned outside. “By the way, it’s Damian. Damian W…” He didn’t get to finish because Marinette covered his mouth with her hand and dragged him inside. The windshield closed. 

When the car entered the main road, the girl finally let him go. 

“What was that about, Habibti?” He glared at her. 

“You were about to reveal that you’re the Damian Wayne.” She accused him.

“Tt. It’s time that liar learns who she’s dealing with.”

“It would only blow up in our faces. She would make it worse for all of us, including your family.” Seeing that both her best friend and her husband (still hard to get used to) were looking at her with no small amount of curiosity, she elaborated. “Damian Wayne is supposedly her ‘ultimate price’ from this exchange. She will want to sink her claws into you with all her skill.”

“Tt. She can try.” He huffed. His hand instinctively went to his sword. 

“You do know you are quite murderous for a Robin?” Chloé quipped.

“And you’re bratty for a lady.” 

“Bird-brain.”

“That’s Drake. Spoiled princess.”

“Daddy can afford it so why not? Trained monkey.”

“Grayson. Try harder. Talentless heiress.”

“I’m helping Marinette start her own company. Emo McBroodyPants.”

“Where did you even get that one?”

“I read.” She huffed. “And looks like I won.”

“Tt. As if.”

Marinette just sat back and watched her best friend and lover bicker there and back. It was nice that they were warming up to one another…

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When Sabine finally arrived at the Manor, she was dead on her feet. Alfred was, of course, waiting for her at the entrance.

“Eventful day, Madame?”

“Don’t.” She cut him off.

“I assume it went worse than anticipated then?”

“Where is Tom?”

“Master Tom is in the kitchen. He decided to prepare some baked goods for the afternoon.”

Sabine stormed to the kitchen where she found her husband. He was clearly busy preparing the dough. After a quick greeting, she went to help him. 

“That bad?”

“Worse.” She sighed. “I really don’t understand that woman. How… She cut me whenever I tried to rein those monsters in.”

“Oh… Hand me the pin.” He interrupted himself. Sabine gave him the item, which she already had in hand when he started speaking. 

“I’m not sure if I can survive until school starts again. And even then there will be occasional afternoon trips. If it continues, I might just… I will get a jam. You did bring it?”

“I’ve put it on the counter,” Tom replied while still preparing the dough. “And don’t worry. I’m sure it’ll get better.”

“I hope so…”

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In the evening, Marinette, Chloé, and Sabine were introduced to the Batcave. It was indeed impressive, but Sabine was mostly interested in the training ring. She would lie if she didn’t want to test herself against the famous Batman. And she didn’t fancy committing crimes to do so. Well, for now. The class was making it more and more appealing.

“So you’re the girl that tamed Robin?” A redhead in a wheelchair rolled over to Marinette. 

“Tt. Shut up, Gordon.” Damian managed to spend a beautiful afternoon without any teasing from his family. Sadly, nothing could last forever.

“Come on baby bird. After the show you gave us on Christmas Eve, you can’t expect us to just drop it.” Dick was there, smiling cockily. 

“As much as I too want to tease that couple, I hoped for some sparring matches.” Sabine decided to save the teens. For now.

“Well, Madame, I’m happy to oblige.”

“Who’s with you?” She asked once Nightwing entered the ring.

“Um… I didn’t think you wanted a team match?” He replied, slightly confused. 

“No, no. I just thought I would have some challenge.” She smiled brightly. She was dressed in a dark-pink judoka and wooden sandals. 

“I… want.” Cass chimed in. She gracefully jumped into the ring before turning to Dick. “Alone.”

“Of course Sweetie. But I won’t go easy on you.” 

“Did not… expected.” 

The two women watched one another, neither moving from their spots. Both seemed relaxed but ready to react. Cass was first to start circling, with Sabine following. Neither could find any obvious flaws to exploit. Finally, Sabine lunged forward, only to jump to the side before getting in Cassandra’s range. The girl didn’t lose the bit and with a quick spin kicked her aunt, only to be deflected. Sabine tried to capitalize on the opening, but Cass followed her failed kick with another, launching herself in the air. Her target ducked low before trying to deliver an upper-cut punch toward the flying girl. It did connect, serving to push her back. She used the momentum to get some distance before landing on her hands and doing a double backward cartwheel and ending in a ready stance. 

“Not bad, Cassandra. I’m impressed. That boy would probably already be crying on the floor.” Sabine smiled genuinely. There was no need for banter between them. 

“Weakling.” The girl blew Dick a raspberry. 

Two women watched each other for a moment. This time, it was Sabine who initiated the actual fight. She delivered three quick punches that Cass blocked, but it created a small opening. She tried to deliver a side-kick to the girl’s head, but her opponent had the same idea. 

Their legs clashed by the shins. Sabine landed her leg firmly on the ground, but Cass once more lunged in the air, trying to use the momentum. She did two more kicks that her aunt blocked before she tried to put the older woman in a grip. Sabine, seeing the attempt, jumped back and tried to grab Cassandra’s hand, but instead, the girl spun around, delivering a powerful kick to Sabine’s side. 

The woman felt the kick, but she used the opportunity to timely grab her opponent’s foot and twist it. Cass, to avoid an injury, also had to spin in the air. She managed to attempt a kick before falling on her stomach. Her kick did force Sabine to let go of the foot to avoid having her head hurt. The girl quickly jumped on her feet, just in time to block an open-palm strike, which was followed with a kick. She did not get to respond, because Sabine made a low-sweep. Cass jumped in the air, only to find herself pushed away by another open-palm strike that, this time, connected with her chest, pushing the air out of her lungs. 

The woman followed Cass in the air, so she did not get a chance to stand up before getting pinned and rotated on her stomach. The grip that Sabine used effectively made it almost impossible to get out of before her aunt delivered a mock game-ending strike to her head. 

When Sabine stood up and helped her niece, both were panting heavily. It did not affect the accuracy with which the older of them made a back-kick, right below Jason’s belt. 

“Next time you try to sneak on either of us I will hit harder.” Sabine didn’t even bother to turn around and watch how the man curled on the floor, crying. “Good fight.” She focused her gaze on Cass, who blushed slightly.

“I lost.” 

“Well, depends on the criteria. You got the first hit, which is often decisive. And an achievement.” The woman cheered her with a broad smile on her face. Cassandra couldn’t help but also smile. “We could both use some more practice. I definitely would’ve taken you when I caught your foot and if you capitalized on the initial advantage you could’ve ended the fight.”

“It is an honor… training… with you.”

“Thank you, my dear. I also enjoyed it.” Sabine then turned to the gobsmacked group. The fight must have looked more impressive than she thought. 

“Did you just… defeat Cass in less than five minutes…?” Tim asked, unable to form a smooth sentence.

“Well, Sandra always said that I was the better one in unarmed combat. She does rock with swords though. And you should’ve seen her in that club in Tokyo. She’s definitely the dancer of the family, or rather was. I enjoy Cass’s ballet more.”

The great moment was interrupted by Batman speaking to everyone over the comms. 

“Suit up. We’ve got a hostage situation at Gotham Plaza.”

“For the love of Kwami… Please tell me it’s not my class.” Marinette groaned. 

“Tt. Of course it’s them.” Damian pulled his phone, showing her a live feed from the news helicopter. On the rooftop, there was a clearly visible group of teenagers, surrounded by goons with guns aimed at them. Near the edge stood a guy in a two-color suit. Half white and half black, with a red and black tie to complete the mad image. Half of his face was badly damaged and purple. 

“If Batman doesn’t show here to save his precious sidekick soon, we shall see if the little birdie can actually fly.”

Everyone who met Lila groaned. 

“I assume we can’t just let him deal with her?” Marinette asked hopefully.

“Sadly, Angel, it would be bad for our image.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“The two of you are sitting this out.” Batman walked into the cave, already in his suit. “We can’t risk any of them recognizing you two and it’s too early for Ladybug and Chat to appear. It would be too easy to associate their appearance with you two coming to Gotham.”

Seeing Damian’s irritated face, Marinette decided to intervene before she had a fight on her hands “Let’s do a movie night. I’m sure you have a theatre room somewhere in here.” 

Immediately, the boy brightened. “No Bourgeoise?”

“I think Chloé has other plans for the evening.” She nodded toward where the blonde was talking excitedly with Cass, trying to convince her to train her.

“Good.” Damian offered his hand and the two left the cave.

“Damn! I didn’t get the chance to tease him about the proposal.” Jason looked really dejected. 

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The Missing Soulmate: Chapter Six

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A/N: Hello! Is anyone else losing their shit over the new video? Yeah? Ok. (I’m rewatching it as I type this.) Well, hope you enjoy this chapter! Comments and reblogs feed my soul, water my crops, and cleanse my skin.

Warnings: Anxiety, this chapter contains a pretty graphic description of child abuse, and the theme of the whole thing is dealing with child abuse both emotional and physical. There’s also a description of a person being burned. Please stay safe! If those things trigger you then please skip this chapter. (Feel free to message me for a recap of the events of this chapter.) As always, please let me know if I need to add/remove anything!

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Logan sighed and got out of his chair to go walk around. He wandered the shelves of the library, breathing deeply, the scent of books filling his lungs. He took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a headache coming on.

He glanced at his watch. 4:52

The library would be closing soon. He tried to ignore the heavy ache in his chest at the thought of going home. He took a moment longer to appreciate the calmness of the library before gathering his stuff and heading for the exit.

He waved a goodbye to the librarians and headed home. He had walked to the library this morning, when the crisp October air had felt nice. Now that evening was rapidly approaching and he was jacketless, he regretted his decision.

Logan clutched his bag a little tighter and sped up his walk. Reluctance at going home fading with the cold that sunk into his bones. A cold gust swept over him and he shivered. Note to self, don’t leave the house without a jacket.

He breathed a sigh of intense release as he rounded the corner and recognized his apartment complex. He went up the stairs two steps at a time and his frozen fingers fumbled with his keys. He finally got the door unlocked and stepped inside, the warmth wrapping around him like a blanket. But the warmth was only bone deep, and he felt a cold pit of dread settle in his stomach as he looked around the apartment.

His dad’s jacket and keys were gone, meaning his dad wasn’t here.

His dad wasn’t home much these days.

Logan didn’t mind.

He dropped his bag on the table and pulled out the books he had checked out from the library.

Soulmates Through History, Soulmates: Science or Magic?, and Famous Polyamorous Soulmates. Mr Sanders had been after him to choose a subject for his paper that he felt personally connected to. When he had, hesitantly, introduced the idea of doing a paper about the science behind soulmates, Mr Sanders had been skeptical. But when Logan had explained that he was curious about the subject because he had multiple soulmates, his face had lit had.

Now you’ve got the idea Logan.

He had been hesitant about doing a personal topic, but Mr Sanders had been encouraging him through his doubts, and eventually he settled on it and got to work on finding sources. He opened the first book, Soulmates Through History, and began to read.

He was two chapters in when a gentle tingle on his arm broke his focus. He smiled at it message, a little goodnight note from Patton. He sent one every night around 10pm his time. It never failed to make Logan smile. Goodnight Patton. Sleep well.

Night Pat! Virgil’s purple pen wrote. Patton drew a small heart right in the center of his wrist, and that was the end of his message. Logan smiled at the messages a little while longer before going back to his book, now much more interested in the topic.

He reads in quiet and for a while, everything is peaceful.

Logan hears keys jingle at the door and his whole body tenses. The door creaks open, and his dad’s footsteps echo through the apartment. He closes the book and sets it on the table, rising to greet his dad.

“Good evening father.” His dad turns and looks at Logan, his gaze souring with distaste. Logan doesn’t wince. He’s used to it by now. His dad’s eyes sweep up and down Logan critically, and his eyes settle on his arm. Logan’s heart rate increases dramatically, and he tries not to flinch when his dad stalks forward.

“You been writing to your soulmate again?”

Logan keeps his eyes down when he says, “Soulmates, actually. And yes. I was wishing them a goodnight.”

“Look me in the eye when you speak boy.” He raises his eyes to look his dad in the eye, and wants to shrink back at the anger he sees there. “I don’t want you writing to them anymore. It’s unnatural. People are supposed to have one soulmate, and they’re supposed to stay with them until they die. Better to have no soulmate than to be a freak of nature like you.”

“Dad-“ He starts to say something in defense of himself, but is cut off by a slap to his face.

His mouth falls open, his hand going to his face on instinct.

“Don’t you even think about talking back to me. Now I don’t want to catch you writing to them again. You hear me?”

Logan tries to keep his tears from falling. He does, but it’s a close thing. He wants to argue, to tell his dad where he can take his bigotry and shove it, but one look at his dad’s face has the arguments dying on his lips.

“Yes sir.”

Logan doesn’t sleep that night.

As he pulls himself out of bed to ready himself for school, he absently wonders if this was how Virgil often felt. He made a mental note to make sure Virgil got more sleep. The thought of his soulmate feeling like this often upset him.

His dad was already gone when Logan made his way downstairs. He wouldn’t deny the small sigh of relief that left him. Logan made a beeline for the coffee pot, appreciating both the warmth of the mug in his hands and the warmth of the liquid in my stomach. He sat at the table and drank his coffee quietly.

At 6:30, he grabbed his bag and his jacket and left for school.

Throughout the day, Patton wrote, and he didn’t respond. Virgil wrote, and he didn’t respond. The day passed like molasses, his tired brain barely processing the information. When he arrived at the library at 3:37, he couldn’t have told you anything he did that day.

The familiar tingle alerted him to a soulmate message, but he ignored it in favor of opening his laptop. He really should get started on that paper…

He left the library right before closing, and walked home, this time clad in a jacket. His dad wasn’t there when he got home, and he went straight to his room, toeing off his shoes and plopping down in the bed.

Hello Virgil. Hello Patton. I apologize for my absence today. I did not sleep well last night and I have been functioning at less than optimal level. I plan to retire early tonight, and should be better in the morning.

Immediately a message from Patton appeared.

That’s all right kiddo! Get some sleep. We can talk tomorrow!

And directly below it, the familiar purple ink.

As long as you’re ok. I was worried about you Lo. Talk in the morning.

Logan sighed and flopped backwards on his bed. Maybe he could take a quick nap before dinner…

The next week passed in a similar fashion. Logan continued to get little to no sleep, and he stopped writing to his soulmates. Every day, he put on long sleeves so he didn’t have to deal with the guilt he felt from reading and ignoring their messages. His exhaustion dripped off him, and the amount of coffee he consumed far exceeded what could be considered healthy.

He also avoided his dad, which hasn’t been hard as his dad had been oddly absent from the house lately.

Not that Logan was complaining.

It was a Friday, and Logan was watching a ridiculous conversation take place on his forearm. Virgil, the stereotypical emo kid, appeared to be having some sort of mental breakdown. Patton had never celebrated Halloween, and when Virgil mentioned being excited for it, had inquired as to what was so great about the holiday?

For the past 5 minutes Virgil had been ranting about Halloween and its importance to (meme culture?). He had also listed, in order, his favorite parts about Halloween. (And the entire month of October.)

Logan was torn between confusion and affection as he watched his soulmates discuss the word “spoopy”.

They ran out of room on his right arm and the writing stopped momentarily. All three of them were left handed, so all the writing appeared on their non dominant arms.

But apparently the physical limitations of handedness wasn’t strong enough to stop the conversation in its tracks, and the purple words continued on his left arm. (They were completely illegible, but the action was so Virgil that Logan couldn’t help laughing, drawing the attention of other students in the cafeteria.)

His arms were covered in the purple and blue ink of his soulmates when he left school, and Logan almost regretted putting on his jacket and covering the words, they filled him with such happiness.

The walk to the library was short, thankfully, as the weather was uncomfortably cold, even with his jacket. As he sat as his usual table, it occurred to him that he spent more time at the library then he did at his own home. He had turned in his proposed thesis, supporting points, and rough outline to Mr Sanders today, and there wasn’t really a point in working on his essay without feedback, so he decided to get started on his Monday homework.

He worked right up until closing time like he always did, and waved goodbye to Amelia, the librarian, as he left. It was pleasantly cool outside, and Logan left his jacket off so he could enjoy the unusual Florida weather.

He stopped in the Rise and Grind to get a cup of coffee on the way home, greeting Remy and breathing in the scent of coffee beans.

“Girl, when you coming back to work with me?” Remy asked as he rang Logan up. “I’m bored without your dull commentary to laugh at.”

“I’m scheduled for next week. I am sure that you will be able to cope till then without me.” Logan said drily. Remy huffed and handed him his coffee, but smiled genuinely at the tip that Logan put in jar. “Have a good night Remy,” Logan said and turned to leave.

As he approached his apartment, he felt one of his soulmates writing to him and looked down to see that Patton was drawing little hearts all over his hand. He smiled at the hearts and watched as they continued to appear, unlocking and opening the door without looking.

“You’re home late.”

Logan froze and stiffened. He lifted his gaze to where his dad was standing in the kitchen, the coffee machine brewing away next to him.

“I was at the library.” Logan said quietly, maintaining eye contact despite how badly he wanted to avert his gaze. His dad frowned and poured himself a cup of coffee without looking away from Logan. His eyes traveled down and Logan’s blood ran cold as he realized that all of Patton’s and Virgil’s writings were covering his arm like a sleeve.

His dad’s eyes darkened dangerously.

“You been writing to them again? Huh?”

Logan remained silent.

“Answer me!”

Logan gulped but stood his ground. “No, sir. That’s all them.” His dad crossed the kitchen to him and gripped his arm tightly.

“I don’t believe you,” He hissed in his ear.

Logan could smell the alcohol on his breath.

“I haven’t been, I promise-please let me go,” His dad dragged him across the kitchen, his grip so tight Logan worried he would leave bruises. “No son of mine is going to be a freak like you.And I’m going to make sure you remember that.”

Logan’s pleas were cut short by his dad pouring the scalding hot coffee over both his arms.

The pain was so much so that Logan thought he might black out. When his senses returned to him briefly afterward, he tried to jerk his arm out of his dad’s cruel grip. He was aware of his dad speaking, but it was barely heard over the ringing in his ears.

“Now I don’t have to see those unnatural markings anymore,” He sneered, pushing Logan backwards so his back hit the counter. “Clean up this mess boy. I want it gone when I come back.”

And then his dad was gone, and Logan fell to the floor, his breathing coming in short gasps. He hurt like nothing he had ever felt before, and while Logan wasn’t religious he was sure that this was what damned souls felt. He managed to get off the floor and stumble to the sink.

Cold water, must get cold water.

The cold water both soothed and made it burn worse, but Logan held his arms under the stream for well over a minute. He eventually pulled his arm away and gingerly tried to pat it dry. The contact with his raw skin made him screech in pain instead, and he immediately dropped the towel.

It landed in the puddle of coffee.

For some reason, it was this that had him sobbing, knees hitting the floor as the weight of what had happened his him. When he had previously been hyperventilating over the pain, now he just sat in the floor and sobbed, clutching his maimed arm to his chest.

He briefly wondered if his soulmates could feel the pain he was feeling.

The thought made him laugh.

Shock, you’re going into shock.

Ah. That made sense. But what to do about it? Lay down, he had to lay down. Somewhere in his mind, he knew what he should be doing, knew that he should call 911. But perhaps that could wait…

Virgil paced his room, an agitated mess. He hadn’t received a message from Logan in eight days.

What if he’s hurt what if he’s sick what is he’s in trouble what if he’s in danger what if he’s dead.

The thoughts wouldn’t stop coming. Wouldn’t stop spinning. His breaths came shorter and shorter, and he grabbed his pen and scribbled out a weak Pat on his arm.

Almost immediately, the soothing sensation of someone writing came. Patton wrote out his breathing pattern and was drawing circles on his arm in a repetitive motion that was oddly calming. Virgil followed the counts and the motion of the circles until he felt like he could breathe again.

Thank you Pat.

Anytime kiddo! You feeling better? Do you want to talk about it?

A pause, and then he was back.

Was it Logan?

Virgil sighed and settled down on his bed.

I can’t help it Pat. I’m so worried…what if-

Nope! None of that Virgil. I’m sure Logan is fine. Now I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t worried, but let’s give Lo the benefit of the doubt.

I guess you’re right. A pause. I’m still gonna worry though.

Of course you are. Virgil could almost hear Patton laughing, and he felt himself smile.

When he met Patton in person, he was going to give him the biggest hug possible.

Logan studiously ignored the way his arm tingled as he got ready for school. It was easier to ignore the guilt of ignoring his soulmates when he didn’t have to read their messages.

He made his way downstairs as quietly as possible and breathed a sigh of relief when he was sure his dad was out of the house. Before he left, he got the first aid kit out from where he had hidden it under the sink and carefully unwrapped his arms.

The skin underneath was blistered and oozing and red. Logan grimaced as he disinfected his wounds before redressing them. He put a long sleeved shirt on to cover the bandages.

No reason to expose himself and invite questions he couldn’t answer.

In the two weeks since he stopped writing to his soulmates, he had withdrawn into himself further and further. No one knew him well enough to notice. Or care.

Remy took his new silence as exhaustion from midterms and simply filled the quiet with his own chatter.

Mr Sanders had a frown on his face and worry in his eyes when he looked at Logan in class, so Logan kept his head down.

He changed his research paper topic from soulmates. When Mr Sanders asked about it, he said he didn’t find the topic interesting.

That wasn’t the truth. It was too painful to write. But that wasn’t something Mr Sanders needed to know.

And if his distress was emptying his heart of all emotions and leaving him numb and cold?

Well.

That was no one’s burden to bear but his own.

#romantic lamp/calm #the missing soulmate #logan angst #athena rambles #love athena #tw abuse #tw child abuse #tw burns

[lickstynine]

Misadventures of Kit: Chapter Twenty-Two

written with @ocsickficsideblog

~tw death mention~

Kit waved as Alistair carried him off, quiet and complacent. He had dried off some in the car, but he was still frigid to the touch, his hands like icicles as he hugged Alistair's neck. Alistair ran with him through the snowy carpark, slipping and almost falling on his ass. The elevator was broken again - were they even trying to fix it? - so he had to tote Kit upstairs. The older boy didn't complain, half asleep as his head lolled on Alistair's shoulder.

Julius was waiting for them in the flat, and he looked horrified when they walked in. “You were outside in this weather?”

“Mum was outside.” Kit mumbled, too hazy to realize how stupid he sounded.

Julius sighed sadly. “Oh honey… Look, we need to get you warmed up.”

“I’ll stick him in the bath,” Alistair said.

“I don't want a bath, I want to sleep.” Kit whined.

“You need one,” Alistair said firmly, taking him to the bathroom.

Kit pouted, but he didn't fight, allowing Alistair to set him on the edge of the tub. He wobbled, and Alistair quickly moved him to sit against the wall instead. Alistair pulled the hundred layers of clothes off Kit, sitting him in the empty bath. “Okay, I’ll gradually warm it up.”

Kit sighed, cringing at the cold porcelain and wrapping his arms protectively around himself. He wasn't as skeletally thin anymore, but he was still significantly skinnier than a grown man should be. Alistair got lukewarm water running, slapping Kit’s feet lightly to get the blood moving. The older boy instinctively pulled away, tucking his knees up to his chest.

“It’s okay, I’m just trying to get the colour back,” Alistair said. “You’ll be fine.”

“Don't like it.” Kit stayed curled up, overly sensitive in his exhaustion and grief.

“It’ll feel good soon.”

Kit remained tucked into the corner of the bathtub, so still and vacant he could have been a statue. He whined at first when the water warmed up, but started to relax as proper feeling returned to his fingers, sinking deeper into the bath with a contented sigh.

“Better?” Alistair said, relieved.

“Yeah.” Kit nodded, stretching out his legs and shifting his hips to get comfortable. “It's warm. Can I have my good blanket when I get out?” He was referring to the electric blanket, which had arrived from Amazon about a week ago. It was delightfully toasty, and he spent most afternoons curled up in it like a cat with warm laundry.

“Yeah, of course. I want it too!” Alistair was still freezing in his damp clothes.

“Go change, you fool. I'm not going anywhere.”

“It’s okay, I’ll get in after you.”

“But I don't want you to get sick…” Kit fussed, as if Alistair was the immunocompromised one.

“I’ll be fine. I’m pretty hardy.”

Kit sighed. “Okay, well, come under the heated blanket with me after your bath.”

“I was planning on it. Don’t pee in there or anything if I’m getting in after you,” Alistair grinned.

Kit looked at Alistair like his cousin had accused him of shitting in a public pool. “Why on Earth would I ever do that?”

“Some people do.”

“Why?” Kit cried.

“I don’t know. Kids pee everywhere. I guess it’s just the relaxation.”

Kit gave him a suspicious glare. “I see. I want to get out of the bath now.”

“What? I don’t do it now,” Alistair said.

“I know, but the premise is making my skin crawl. Besides, I want my warm blanket.” Kit put his hands on the sides of the tub to pull himself up, but he got about six inches in the air before his noodly arms gave out and he plunked back into the water.

Alistair ended up with his jeans soaked through with warm water. “Nice.” He hauled Kit out himself. “You know that scene from Howl’s Moving Castle when Sophie’s dragging Howl’s naked body to the bathroom? That’s how I feel.”

“If you’re going to assault my dignity like this, it’d be kinder to just drown me in the tub.” Kit grumbled, his cheeks burning red.

“Oh shut up, it was said with love,” Alistair said, wrapping Kit up in a towel.

“Then lovingly find me some pyjamas, will you?”

“What am I, your maid?” Alistair asked, but he went to get them nonetheless.

Kit rolled his eyes, sitting in his towel bundle on the edge of the tub. He was still a bit shivery, anxious to get in his heated blanket. Alistair brought the pyjamas, dressing Kit like an oversized doll, and carted him to bed. He brandished the famous heated blanket, flapping it like a bull fighter.

“You’re a menace.” Kit sighed, but he took the blanket gratefully. “Now go bathe your dumb damp arse.”

“I will. I’m about to freeze to death,” Alistair declared, leaving Kit in the bedroom. Kit curled up in the bed, waiting patiently for his cousin to return. Within a few minutes, however, he started to doze, finally comfortable in his warm, dry nest.

Alistair always took unbelievably long baths. When he finally returned to Kit, he was fast asleep, and Star was curled up on Kit’s tummy, purring happily. Kit was snoring obliviously, unaware of the fuzzy menace sharing his nest. Alistair snuggled up to them both, grinning impishly. Kit instinctively cuddled up to his cousin, but didn’t wake. Alistair tucked the blanket around Kit tighter, hoping he wouldn’t wake up with a chill.

Though he slept soundly, Kit was clearly still morose when he woke late in the evening of his birthday. It was long since dark out, and snow was swirling furiously outside the windows. Just the sight of it made him shiver, and he pulled his heated blanket tighter around himself. He felt an unexpected resistance, sighing in frustration as he recognized the furry weight in his lap. Star mewed indignantly, passing up Kit’s tummy and chest, rubbing her little face against his chin.

Kit groaned, trying to shove her away without being rough. “Go bother Alistair.”

“I’m here,” Alistair mumbled, his nose in a book.

“Then get your cat off of me.” Kit said. He sounded more drained than grouchy, and despite having slept most of the evening away, he felt more tired than ever.

“She’s just saying hello.”

“Well she’s said it.” Kit gave up on asking his cousin for help, instead just sitting up and letting Star scramble away as the thing she was standing on moved. He swung his legs off the side of the bed, stepping into his slippers and shuffling off towards the kitchen. Alistair followed him like a little service dog. Kit was rifling in the cabinets, hoping to find something to drink.

“You need to eat first,” Alistair said.

“I’m not hungry.” Kit had been mostly cooperative lately, but he was in no mood today. As understandable as it was, he had already missed four of his six scheduled meals, and Alistair couldn’t exactly let that slide.

“You really need it this time, Kit.”

“I need to be left alone.” Kit clearly didn’t mean it - he couldn’t even look at Alistair when he said it.

“Yeah yeah. You can afterwards, emo.” Alistair said.

“You’re the emo.” Kit mumbled. “What are you going to make me eat?”

“An egg?” Alistair suggested. Julius was out shopping, and he couldn’t actually cook much himself.

“Can you make an egg?”

“I can boil it. Or fry it. I can’t poach, or scramble. Or anything else.”

Kit sighed. “Fried, then, I suppose. With toast. Please.” He shuffled off to the couch, plunking down in the corner. Star hopped up beside him, settling on his lap. Kit groaned. “Why is your cat obsessed with me?”

“I don’t know,” Alistair called from the kitchen. “She just likes warm places. Like laps.”

“I’m not even warm.”

“You’re warmer than most stuff,” Alistair said, coming back with a plate of food. Kit took it, but he didn’t look pleased, and he picked at the eggs instead of taking a bite.

“Eat the flipping things.”

Kit cringed. “Sorry.” he scooped some egg onto his fork, taking a tiny bite and forcing himself to swallow. Alistair had done a passable job cooking, but they felt like flavorless slime when Kit tried to chew.

“Is it still really hard to eat?” Alistair asked, his voice more gentle.

Kit nodded, staring vacantly down at his plate. Alistair put an arm around him, sighing. “Am I gonna have to feed you?”

Kit shook his head, his face burning with shame as he picked up the fork again. “I can do it.” He said, scooping up another pitifully small piece of egg.

“I was only joking.”

“Sorry.” Kit tore off a small corner of toast, dipping it in the yolk of his egg.

Alistair paused. “Sorry. I know today is shit.”

“Not your fault.” Kit mumbled. He chewed the toast for ages, it felt more like a sponge than a piece of bread.

“Is there anything I can do?”

Put me out of my misery, Kit wanted to say. He knew his cousin wouldn’t like that, though, so he shook his head. Alistair just sighed, putting his arm around Kit. Kit leaned on him, offering a piece of yolky toast.

Alistair recoiled. “Yuck! Egg!”

“Are you still that picky?” Kit sighed, eating it himself. He knew he was difficult about eating in general, but his cousin's disdain for any non-junk-food grated on him.

“Yep. Drives Jules mad.”

“It irritates me, too. You know eggs are in pretty much every baked good, right?”

“It’s not because of the periods thing anymore. I just don’t like them. They’re rubbery.”

“The yolk isn't rubbery.” Kit rolled his eyes.

“Really? I’m getting better at cooking then…”

Kit sighed and shook his head, going back to poking at his eggs. Alistair grinned. “Don’t pull faces. I’m not planning on being a chef.”

“I could be a weightlifter before you could be a chef.” Kit grinned.

“Oh ha ha. I’ve been trying to think what I could train for cause art and commissions are sporadic.” He paused. “Don’t laugh.”

Kit raised his eyebrows. “What are you training for?”

“Well, Nothing now. I’ve got to get a proper degree. Which is a shame, I’m a bit sick of uni… Anyway. I was thinking I could train to be a social worker…” he mumbled. “Not right now, I kinda need to sort my head out first, but...there must be tons of kids like we used to be, Kit. Kids who nobody listened to.”

“Why would I laugh at that? I would’ve given anything for someone to help us.” Kit said, somberly setting down his fork.

“I’d have thought you’d have said I couldn’t follow the rules or something.”

“I know you’re an idiot. But you care enough about this to not fuck it up. I hope.” Kit replied.

“I do. It’s just...it’s kind of fucked up, when you think about it. We could easily have ended up dead. Ended up like...like Victoria Climbié. Or...oh, there must be loads of abused kids who died.”

I wish I’d been one of them. Kit felt guilty for thinking it, but he couldn’t get rid of the thought. Alistair saw Kit’s face, and his own face screwed up. “I know what you’re thinking…” He shoved Kit’s plate aside, suddenly wrapping his arms around him and holding him tight. “I’m sorry. I should have made you come live with us. If I’d made you when we first met up, this wouldn’t have happened…”

Kit cringed. He felt like a lot of his inner contemplations had just been dumped on the table, and he hadn't even said anything. “It's not… you couldn't… I didn't…. I'm sorry.” He sighed miserably, leaning against Alistair.

“I know,” Alistair mumbled. “I don’t know what to say either.”

“Then shut up for once and just hug me, you fool.”

Alistair did as he was told, holding Kit tight in his arms. Kit leaned against him, silent for a long time, save for tiny sniffles. Even Alistair kept quiet, clinging to Kit for comfort. There was really nothing to say. As the stress grew heavier, Kit finally spoke.

“Can I have a drink now?”

“I’d rather you didn’t,” Alistair mumbled, but he wasn’t really going to stop Kit drinking today. Kit still seemed discouraged by his cousin's words, hesitating for a long moment before pulling away to go into the kitchen. Alistair sighed. “No more than one bottle.”

Kit would've complained normally, but with how much Alistair had been restricting him, his tolerance had dropped. He just nodded, grabbing a bottle of cheap spirits from under the cabinet and filling a glass with ice. Alistair still rolled his eyes at the ice, but he didn’t say a word. Kit brought the bottle with him when he took his drink to the couch, reaching in his bag to grab Alice.

“Do you want me to read it to you?” Alistair offered. “Since you’ll be seeing double soon?”

“Not that soon.” Kit mumbled, but after a small pause, he held out the book. “Please? It’s always so quiet on our birthday. The servants know I’m upset, so they leave me alone, but then the house just seems so… empty.” He sighed.

Alistair nodded. “I know. I don’t ever want a big house, even if I could afford it.”

“I don’t blame you.” Kit curled up in the blanket he’d left on the couch, with only his head and hands peeking out. Alistair opened the Alice book carefully.

“Any particular starting point?”

Kit shrugged. “The beginning is fine. I can’t remember where I got to this morning.”

“Because you were slowly freezing,” Alistair said, opening the book at the first page.

Kit cringed. “Sorry.” He leaned against Alistair when his cousin started reading. Alistair gently ran his fingers through Kit’s hair as he read, remembering how Fox used to. Kit sniffled, draining his glass and grabbing the bottle to refill it. Alistair determinedly ignored how much Kit was drinking. He wasn’t mean enough to stop him on his dead mother’s birthday.

Luckily for both of them, Kit was still tired from their outing earlier, and his eyelids felt heavier with every drink. The bottle was just over half empty when he started to doze, glass still in hand as his head lolled against Alistair’s shoulder. Alistair set the glass aside, then read to him until he was properly asleep, lulled like a kid with a bedtime story. Before long, Kit was snoring into his cousin’s jumper. Alistair didn’t want to risk waking him, so he just tucked the blanket tighter around Kit and slept there with him.

#continuing nano even tho its december #misadventures of Kit #chapter twenty-two #angst #drama of the big gay #kit #raycraft #alistair #julius #collab #ocsickficsideblog

[evenstevensranked]

#38: Season 1, Episode 17 - “Get A Job”

In order to afford a Sludgie (a.k.a slushie) machine for his room, Louis opens his own Doggy Daycare. But like most things Louis attempts, it quickly becomes difficult for him to handle. Meanwhile, Steve and Donnie bond over destroying a birdhouse. 

This one opens with Louis trying to butter Steve up in preparation to drop the “Buy me a Sludgie machine” bomb. Which is definitely supposed to be a “Slushie” or “Slush Puppie” machine, but I’m assuming those words are copyrighted. Louis decorates the entire house for Father’s Day… even though it ain’t father’s day. “But, every day is father’s day, Dad… when you have the perfect dad, Dad!” Louis cannot genuinely think that this could work. After prefacing the Sludgie question with a dramatic story about how the machine is going to be thrown out of a store that’s closing unless Louis rescues the inanimate object from the potential clutches of an evil child — Steve drops a bomb of his own: “Get a job.” Oh, boy. Why are those words so… terrifying? Even today as a 24-year-old adult, those 3 words send a shiver down my spine. They scream “you’re getting older, get over it” to me. I don’t know. Louis and old-fashioned work isn’t exactly a match made in heaven, though. So you already know he’s gonna spin the job angle into something ridiculous.

Louis is wearing an “I ♥ DAD” shirt to really sell it!

Steve suggests that Louis should ask Ren for help, since she just so happens to be running a youth career planning center from her room. Of course she is. Something I really like about the scene where Louis asks her for a job, is the names of the other kids already there waiting. Ren refers to them by their last names, and they’re all names of writers/crew members!! “Dearborn” - The show’s creator, Matt Dearborn. “Cunningham” - One of the writers for this episode, Sarah Jane Cunningham. And “Kaiser” another writer for a different episode, Brooke Kaiser. This is so cute to me. It’s not the only time the writers have done something like this either. This only further supports my idea that one of the writers must’ve lived down the street from Del’s Pizzeria. These kids have zero lines though, and it’s kinda funny and obvious that Disney didn’t wanna pay people more than they had to. Ren talks to the kids and they just... smile... as a response, lol. It’s awkward. She gives the Cunningham girl a job at a movie theater concession stand and tells her “Here’s a tip... Extra salt on the popcorn = they’ll buy more drinks.” This has always stuck with me. How slimy. 

So, Louis busts in asking for a “teen job thingy” (perfect!) and I freaking love when Ren questions Louis about his career goals. He’s so sarcastic in the most deadpan way. He says he wants to ride a motorcycle in the globe of doom in Vegas, is “hoping to move to Donnie’s room” in five years time, and refers to some guy at a donut shop with a claw hand as the public figure he most respects. I love Louis. Then we get a montage of Louis failing at every job Ren gives him. This is actually something that’s a little off about this episode, and I never noticed it until my series re-watch for this project. There’s, like.. 5 montages in this episode. I have to admit that’s a little overkill. To an extent, this almost doesn’t even feel like an episode. That many montages means there’s hardly any actual dialogue. It’s weird.

Anyway, one of the jobs Louis fails at is “Mass Mail Marketing” a.k.a licking envelops. They decided to use this annoying CGI tongue for the scene, which I hate and always have hated. It’s not the only time they use the CGI tongue either, tragically. Like I’ve said before, stuff like that just comes across as something thrown in for a cheap laugh. I’ve literally never thought it was funny. In fact, I usually cringe a bit when they pull stuff like this. Sigh. 

Um, this actually looks a little... off-color. Ew. 

Louis returns to Ren asking for another job as long as it doesn’t involve licking. She finds one for him, but quickly takes it back saying “...but that involves some light licking...” WHAT THE HELL kind of jobs does she have in this database of hers?! Louis goes on to fail at being a paper boy and a restaurant mascot. That’s three strikes, so he’s dead to Ren now. Louis goes to a local park, all depressed and emo over being a failure — when suddenly a stray dog sits with him. He has a heart-to-heart with the dog saying “I’m just not one of those job people you hear so much about.” I relate to this on an emotionally deep level. Within a minute, he gets the idea to start "Louis' Doggy Daycare" to hang out with dogs all day and make quick money. There’s a short montage of Louis hanging up fliers and I feel like Shia thought it was hilarious. I mean… Look at the photo on the flier, lol. 

His shirt says “I ♥ DOGS” Amazing. Not to mention, that dog is actually… smiling. The fact that Shia even posed for that photo is iconic, lol. He seems to be genuinely laughing about it here, which is great. 

Louis’ first client, Mrs. Walters, shows up with her little pooch named “Poopsy.” I love this so much. My mom and I quote this lady all the time when we talk to our own little dog. She speaks in such a strangely deep baby voice with all these dips and inflections. We always say “My little pOOOoPSEHHHH!” in her voice, lol. I can’t even explain it. She drops Poopsy off and says “Bye-bye, my preciousss!” but Louis cuts her off by saying “Please. Call me Louis.” I LOVE HIM!!!!!!!!

Ren is impressed that Louis seems to’ve thought this through and is babysitting a dog. Until she sees that he’s babysitting, like.. 25 dogs.

Ren: Louis, are you crazy?! 

Louis: Crazy for canines. 

There’s a slightly annoyingly obvious pop culture reference to the famous “Dogs Playing Poker” paintings here. It’s whatever. Fine, I guess. But, it just feels like an easy idea to go with.

Now the dogs get antsy and Louis has to take them for a walk. I swear to GOD!!!! This is one of the funniest moments in the whole series. It’s so simple and stupid but I somehow die laughing every time. The dogs are too much for Louis to handle, so he eventually falls and gets dragged by the dogs. Except Louis becomes an OBVIOUS dummy, which is the point, and it’s hilarious to me.

Look at this. Just LOOK!!! The longer it loops, the funnier it gets. The fact that tiny dogs are dragging him so strongly makes it even better.

When they get back from their walk, Louis puts on The Adventures of Milo and Otis for the dogs to watch.. which is another real life reference. But tell me why all I could think of is the Jonas Brothers episode of Hannah Montana where Miley and Lily disguise themselves as... Milo and Otis... 

Around here is where we really dive into Steve and Donnie’s subplot. Which I actually think has some really strong moments. Both of these characters, especially Donnie, are so underrated. The two find the shambles of an old birdhouse dubbed “Feather-Feather Land” that they started building when Donnie was little, but never finished. They decide to start working on it again and end up completely butting heads about everything all day. Donnie thinks he’s reading the instructions for the birdhouse, but he’s actually reading the instructions for the garage door opener.. which is great. (“Didn’t you find it odd that a birdhouse would have a remote control?!”) They continue to pettily argue over every little thing. One of my favorite moments is when Donnie yells at Steve “You’re making me nervous hovering over me like that!!” To which Steve responds “I’m not hovering… I’m overseeing. At a close distance.” I use this all the time, omg. My other favorite bit is when the mood starts to become less tense and more lighthearted between them. Steve put a “vacancy” sign on the house and Donnie says “What’s with the vacancy sign, Dad? …BIRDS CAN’T READ!” It cracks me up every time. Basically, one thing leads to another and they decide to completely destroy the birdhouse for fun. It’s pretty great.

The sound of destruction coming from the basement causes the dogs to run absolutely wild. This is another montage. It ends with Poopsy completely covered in toilet paper in Ren’s room which I think is super adorable and too cute not to include here.

Louis eventually gets all of the dogs under control conveniently right before all of their owners arrive. This scene is too much. The owners show up one by one to pick up their dogs, and they’re all one-dimensional looking stereotypes??? It’s so ridiculous, lol.

One’s a punk, one’s a hippie, and that last guy is a construction worker you guys! Just in case you couldn’t tell by the fact he’s WEARING HIS HARD HAT LIKE A FASHION STATEMENT.

Louis is all proud of himself once every dog is gone and he’s raked in all the moolah. Except, all the dogs aren’t gone. Mrs. Walters shows up looking for Poopsy. Turns out lil Poopsy is missing in the house somewhere. Louis dramatically puts on a crying act and asks Ren for help with tracking the dog down. Sad violin plays and he starts talking about how Ren was always right… He is a failure. “I’m gonna be in circuses known as The Boy Who Can’t Do Anything. Step right up!! …just don't expect much.” - I love this line sooo much and the way Shia delivers it all fake-sad. Oh my god. This leads us to yet another montage of Louis distracting Mrs. Walters while Ren runs around looking for Poopsy. Obviously, they find him (yes, Poopsy is a boy) and everything’s fine. Yay!

Louis ends up spending his money on a churro machine instead, lol. I never knew what churros were before this show, and Ren’s description of “deep fried dough dipped in sugar” always makes me craaaaave churros. To this day, I still haven’t had one. I never understood how the machine works though. It doesn’t look like the kind of thing that MAKES the churros… rather, just holds them and keeps them hot. So, does Louis make them and then store them in the case??? Who knows.

Another “I ♥ ____” tshirt! That might be one too many, lol. Although, it’s probably meant to highlight Louis’ fickleness. One minute, he loves his dad. The next, he loves dogs. Now? Forget the dogs and the man who gave him life -- churros own his heart. 

So yeah! That’s the episode. This one honestly goes by lightning fast, and I think that’s because of the montages. I’ve always really enjoyed this one, though. From the Poopsy lady, to the Louis dummy, to birds not being able to read vacancy signs... I like it a lot. 

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Movies

There are few movies that affect a culture, or a people, the way movies affect me. Movies can have a huge affect a single person. Each person has their own story, and movies play a part of their story. A movie could have shaped someone growing up, or a movie could be a reminder of a happy time, or a movie could change how someone thinks about life, their morals, or themselves. Moulin Rouge, The Basketball Diaries, Jesus Christ Superstar, Rocky Horror Picture Show, and V for Vendetta.

I saw Moulin Rouge on VH1 one Wednesday night while my parents were out at one of their nightly parties. They would not let me watch VH1, because my parents tried to protect me from the world and shelter me. I guess they felt like by protecting me, I would not end up like them. So naturally, I rebelled against them. It was in small ways at first, like by watching VH1, but it was an escape for me. My reality was boring, and Moulin Rouge offered some fun. I became obsessed with the movie, hoping it would be on again so I could watch it. I had never seen anything like it. There was love and lust, two things that I had no idea about at such a young age, and a strong sexual feeling about the movie that excited me. I saw the love between Christian and Satine and wanted to feel that way. I convinced myself that love could only be as strong as theirs, and that I would find it someday.

 Nicole Kidman played Satine, a very sexy, seductive woman who could have anyone she wanted, because she was the diamond of the Moulin Rouge. She wanted to be a star, it was her dream, and she was willing to sell herself sexually to get what she wanted. I was fascinated with the lifestyle she chose, and the reasons why she chose it. The psychology of her character interested me, and I felt so much sympathy for her throughout the movie, especially how she died.

 Love was never really taught to me but watching Moulin Rouge gave me an idea of what Love should be like. I learned about secrets and how you should never trust a woman or man that says they feel something towards, because they could be deceiving you, especially if you can offer them something. It taught me about knowing the signs that your relationship is based on lies. The Duke had no idea that Satine was with the writer, Christian. The scene when one of the dancers comes up to the Duke and says, “I can't believe she would fall in love with the writer, oops, I mean the sitar player.” The Duke starts to realize everything he believed was a lie. So, before opening night, he makes them change the ending so that Satine’s character, the Courtesan, chooses the Maharashtra (representing the Duke), instead of the penniless sitar player (representing Christian.) It was the Duke’s way of showing power. Satine decided to give into his power struggle and made herself look like she loved the Duke. She must sleep with him to get all she wanted, which was fame and fortune. Christian cannot stand the thought of his lover sleeping with The Duke, and he his jealousy drives him mad. Satine is faced with a decision to go with the Duke or choose Christian. This is the moment when I felt the strongest connection to the movie because I felt like I was in a struggle like that also.

 Over the summer of 2010, I was very depressed and using movies to make myself feel better. Since my parents had a subscription to Netflix, and I had a Wii, I could instantly stream movies anytime I wanted. I watched so many movies, but one stood out above the rest: The Basketball Diaries. I knew what the movie was before I watched it, because my friends had recommended it to me. They said I would be able to relate to it. I was dealing with a break up at the time and it was my first full year of being completely sober from the drugs that I did in high school. The movie dealt with drug use and the problems that came with it. Leonardo DiCaprio played a very convincing druggie that started out by just doing simple drugs like pills and little lines of cocaine. There is a scene when he was with his friend and two girls. He got lucky that night with her. It reminded me of the times that I have done the same.

 I love to see strong emotion in a movie that makes me emotional.  If I can watch a movie and relate to it, then I know I love it. I like being reminded of things by watching a movie, even if it is a bad memory. Tears are not bad for me. The Basketball Diaries is one of the few movies that can make me cry. The scene when he goes back to his mother, and pleads for her to let him in, was when I realized this movie was like my life. I started to feel his pain because I knew that pain before. His mother did not want to let him in, and he started to lose control and let his anger out on her. I have hurt my mom many times with the words I have said, so it was hard to watch Leo’s mother cry. The only part I could not relate to was when the police arrested him. I wondered what my life would be like if I had gone to jail.

 I also connected with the movie because it reminded me of my friends and me. We were like a less hardcore version of The Basketball Diaries. It started out with four guys that were all friends, and it shows how each one of them ruined their life. My friends and I were the same, we were just having fun, but like the Basketball Diaries we all lost touch and turned out differently. I am most like Leo because I made it out alive. I was lucky.

 The movie influenced me to write more about what I went through, in hopes that it would help others not make the same mistakes. The end of the movie shows Leo on a stage, telling his story to an audience. He wrote a lot of his experiences in a diary, which is what I do. I have many journals filled with my thoughts, my experiences, my bad memories, and my drug trips. I have shared them with people by putting them on my blog, and I like it when people say that it helps them somehow. I think writing is a great way of sharing personal experiences and letting others read it. It is a way of seeking closure and being artistic. Maybe I could turn it into a movie, like The Basketball Diaries?

 I grew up in a family that had no religion when I was younger, so I did not go to church. I had no idea of God or Jesus. That all changed when I saw the Jesus Christ Superstar. Music is like a lesson for me, I study music and memorize lyrics like they were test questions. I learn more from music than teachers or my parents. The music in Jesus Christ Superstar taught me about Jesus. Though it might not be a literal translation of how Jesus was, I understood his suffering, the angry mob of people who turned against him when they used to believe in him, and how Jesus must have felt when he was in the Garden of Gesimonie. The movie made me unashamed of liking Jesus because he was made into a rock star.

 My favorite scene in the movie is when Jesus was beaten by the 39 lashes as Pontius Pilate is counting them down, and everyone is watching. I loved the acting of the Pontius Pilate. His song after the beating was so powerful. When he sings “Die if you want to, you innocent puppet,” I shiver. It is such a true statement he made, that Jesus was innocent. Plus, Pilate did not want Jesus’s blood on his hands, but he literally, and spiritually did. The idea that Jesus was once immensely popular and everyone loved him, then all of a sudden, they turned against him, was little a lesson to me. I learned that no matter how much fame you have, popularity can always be taken away. Fame is not always permanent, because the people control your popularity. If you die while being famous, you become a martyr. Kennedy was a martyr, Cobain was a martyr, even the kids at columbine were of martyr status, though not in the right way. They were given fame after they shot those kids. If you die after doing something that got the words attention, you are remembered forever. Jesus is remembered forever because of what he did, and the world wrote about it and made Jesus famous. Christianity and Catholicism are some of the world’s leading religions. Jesus Christ Superstar showed me the power one man can have by giving his life for a greater cause.

 Rocky Horror Picture Show is one of those movies that appealed to my curious side. I was a freshman in high school when I saw it for the first time. I was at a party with a lot of misfits, hipsters, and indie kids. I was a part of the emo and scene time, which was my entire high school life. We believed in emocore, which was emotional hardcore, and not being afraid of combining masculine with feminine. Androgyny was normal. Everything that was considered weird by other kids was what we were all about.

 Rocky Horror was something that my high school did not like, because it was full of conservative, religious, assholes, or the kids who followed the rap and hip-hop scene. They knew only black or white, no shade of gray. Rocky Horror Picture show was not a black or white movie, it defiantly blurred the lines of sexuality and masculinity. It was glam rock and musical at the same time. Tim curry’s character, Frankenfurter, was something I had never seen before. I was closed minded about sexuality, and thought men who like men were not tough, and looked obviously gay. When I saw frankenfurter strutting around in his drag and singing to Rocky, I thought he was gay. I did not change this mindset, until I saw him seduce Janice and then her husband. That was when I realized he was bisexual. Bisexuality is something I was interested in when I was in high school, because of the scene I was in. When I saw Rocky Horror though, it blew my mind about sexuality. I still believe that you cannot tell someone’s true sexuality just by looking at them, especially in today’s youth. There are many boys and girls who are straight but can be curious or questioning at one point in their life. For some reason, Rocky Horror is the movie that brought the curiosity out of me.

 Around the same time that I saw Rocky Horror, I saw V for Vendetta also. I was already well spoken about my interest in politics and I was listening to a lot of political punk and rock music. I was reading the book 1984 by George Orwell and got into David Bowie’s Diamond Dogs CD. I had no way of tying it all together, until I saw V for Vendetta. I understood anarchy after seeing that movie. I learned the difference between black flag anarchy and red flag anarchy. V was trying to achieve peace and Unitarianism through anarchy. He saw how corrupt the government was the bad guy in command. V knew that he achieved his level of power by manipulating the system. So, the system was flawed, and V took matters into his own hands. He set the people free by giving them the power.

 My favorite scene in the movie is when you discover what it was like for one the prisoners. The main character is put in a cell and must endure torture and starvation and humiliation. She I treated less than human. V makes her go through the same thing he went through. He lets her find notes in hole from another cell mate, and she reads about that woman's life. The woman was criminalized for being in love with another woman. The woman tells of her childhood and her life with the woman she loved, and the when things went wrong. The way the woman writes is very emotional, with one of the best lines saying, �� Even though I will never meet you, know that I love you.” It gave the main character strength to fight through the pain.

 When she is released from the cell, she finds out that it was V who kept her there. She is forced to deal with her anger and her pain, and it makes her stronger. She proved to V that she was not weak anymore, and that she knew it was right to destroy the government that caused all this suffering. I changed too after watching that. I thought what if I was in the cell, locked up for just being me. I realized I was weak too, and I would have given into the pain. V for Vendetta made me stronger.

  These are the movies that I think helped shaped me into the man I am now.