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amorchai · 1 day

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𝐍𝐎 𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐓 ─ f.o

pairing(s): finnick odair x female!reader

summary: after the beginning of the 75th hunger games, finnick loses sight of you, driving him insane with worry.

words: 1792

warnings/tags: reunion, slow-burn lovers, mentions of violence + death.

“who’s that?” katniss had asked, your frame shy and sad on the screen they all watched as you volunteered in front of mags announced name. finnick odair eyes snapping towards the pair as they hugged, his jaw tense.

haymitch watched the screen, effie cooing behind him, “y/n y/l/n.” he’s blunt and to the point and peeta’s observant eyes pick up on finnick poking your hip as you stand beside one another. “they seem close.”

“they are,” haymitch continues as the screen continues to the next tribute introductions, “before your requited romance wooed the capitol audience, that pair were quite the talk, not only in the capitol but everyone could see it.”

“see what?” katniss asked, curious with furrowed eyebrows. “they are in love!” effie claps, squealing happily and ignoring haymitch flinch and glare back at her. “yes… that. five years after finnick won, y/n came along. while the games carried out, finnick did everything he could to help y/n win the games.”

“and i mean everything. he got capitol to donate through speeches just so he could send her personalised letters and water almost all the time. capitol went crazy for them.”

katniss scoffed, the egotistical finnick had a heart? doubtful. from what katniss saw for the past few years, finnick was nothing but a man wanting to flirt with everyone to get what he wanted. it was clearly a rouse for the screen.

“tut all you want but they were the first to steal the people’s hearts before your time came along. when y/n won, snow wanted there to be a broadcasted reunion where finnick got to see her again. was quite the show.”

she had shook her head in disbelief, “but surely having two couples this year will be too much, i mean, they should know they can’t both win together.” peeta’s eyes flickered at the mention of ‘couple’, and haymitch smirks.

“that’s the thing, you two might be a couple in the capitol’s eyes. but they still have that ‘will they, won’t they?’ going on that the people of panem fawn over. if they have that chemistry during the games, there’s no doubt their donations will go through the roof.”

effie claps once again, the thought of seeing you and finnick on screen so ecstatic and exciting. “so i strongly suggest you make alliances with them, their donations will benefit you just as much.”

however, the start of the games was a whirlwind, katniss aimed to ally with the opposite types of people – far away from career districts and finnick odair with his love life. but before she knew it, katniss went from wanting him dead to watching him save peeta’s life.

she had her hand in peeta’s, tight and emotional from nearly losing him as her tears dry against her warm cheek. finnick was leading them down the quiet forest as several drums sounded in the distance each time someone died. katniss noticed the sudden loneliness beside finnick, every time the drums announced, the more tense he would get.

“where’s y/n?” katniss asked, squeezing peeta’s hand as they approached an open spot. finnick stopped, turning around, and for a moment his eyes looked desperate before he cleared his throat and looked around. “i don’t know. career tried to kill me when i first saw her and then she vanished.”

they exchange sympathetic looks, peeta looking to katniss before replying, “well, let’s find her.” finnick chuckles, feeling pitied, “that’s what i planned on doing.” katniss thought maybe their romance was for the screen, the anticipation of finally getting together to please the audience but she was doubting herself by the expression of worry on finnick’s face.

katniss had planned on a small group to rely on, peeta by her side throughout but then johanna accompanied alongside wiress and beetee which made her progressively more agitated. the more people the worse, finnick was out of sorts, everyone could tell.

any noise in the distance, finnick was standing warily, hoping for it to be you. but it never was. every night when the arena would light up with the fallen tributes, he would hardly breath in fear that your face arrived. but it never did.

you were alive, finnick just had no idea where, and katniss could tell while they all worked together, the plans he made was all an attempt to get you back next to him.

he hated this. what if one of you died before you met once more? finnick regrets not telling you how he feels, how irretrievably in love he was with you. he thought it was always obvious, within the way he presented himself, he would do anything and everything to protect you but now he feels he has failed.

and if he sees you again – god, he hopes he sees you again – then he will finally let you know. forget the slow pace, finnick was ready and desperate to have you in his arms.

when the sound of prim’s voice arrived, katniss left screaming for her sister. at first she was unaware that she was being followed, looking to the sky in horror to find a jabberjay.

she shoots it mercilessly, beyond terrified and finnick runs from the trees and she sighs, finding some comfort in a companion. “you okay?” finnick asked but before katniss can answer, there was another scream in the distance.

finnick’s expression drains, almost turning chalk white when your voice breaks through the trees with a scream of his name. katniss knew it was fake, jabberjays were surrounding this part of the woods.

however, prim wasn’t in the arena and you were. she tries to plead with finnick, “it’s not her!” but finnick is already running past at a brutal pace, pushing every branch out of the way as he follows the sound of your pained voice shouting, ‘finnick!’

he shouts for you, stopping in his tracks when the sound feels like it’s all around him, multiple versions of you begging for him to save you. “it’s just a jabberyjay it’s not her!” katniss says, a comforting hand on his shoulder but finnick shakes his head.

“well how do you think they got that sound? jabberjays copy.” somewhere out in the arena you will have been begging for his help, fighting against another tribute and finnick was nowhere near to help. he felt pained.

at least during your first game, finnick saw everything you did and could aid you with donations and ensure your safety. this time was much worse, he had no idea where you were even though you were in the same arena. and finnick felt he was starting to lose his mind.

but he was certain he had when the jabberjays all swarmed around him and katniss, screaming voices turning him into a soulless life as he sat on the ground and tried to hide until the hour was up and the mutts disappeared.

they tried to comfort him, johanna placing a hand to her friend’s shoulder and assuring him but finnick could only picture you. it was all he cared about, getting you back.

“let’s go back to the cornucopia,” beetee suggests and they all agree, aiding finnick and katniss to the river. katniss believed their romance was real now, her doubts dissipating slowly considering how sad a state finnick was as they walked to the river. she was thankful to have peeta beside her.

his head is down as they approach, his thoughts not relaxed since the jabberjays attacked and finnick feared it would never end.

“finnick!” he heard your voice and all his thoughts stopped. it was silent as they all stood, and finnick sighed and shut his eyes, “i can’t do this again.” finnick begged, tears threatening to fall as he fears he has to face the pain all over again.

“no, finnick, look!” peeta begs, a chuckle of happiness from him as he pats finnick’s shoulders and he finally looks forward and his breath is knocked from his lungs. your standing on the sand, outfit slightly teared and hair a mess but you were there and finnick was sure he must have passed out and this was all a dream.

or another sick nightmare sent from snow, “is this real of fake?” finnick says quietly, blinking as you stand a bit away, crying in disbelief. they’re all smiling, looking at you from a distance and peeta replies, “real. that’s her.”

“y/n?” finnick says in disbelief and you nod before taking a couple of steps forward, laughing through your tears, “finnick!” the tears are falling from his eyes now, blinking to escape the blur and see you as clear as he could, it was real. it was you.

“y/n!” he drops his weapons and sprints towards you, your arms open and lips smiling at him and finnick knows everything will be okay. “oh, god. oh my god,” finnick murmurs as he collapses against you, arms around your waist and face hidden in your neck.

he can smell your perfume, still lingering but faint, and your skin as soft as finnick remembers. you both forget you’re in the arena for a moment, feeling completely safe in each other’s arms and finnick sobs against your collarbone as he desperately holds on to you.

“are you okay? are you hurt? god- i was looking for you since the second the game started, i couldn’t find you!” finnick pulls back when he speaks, hands moving to hold your face. he’s looking deep into your tear-struck eyes and everything you’ve endured up until this point is worth it to be back beside him.

“i’m okay, i’m okay. i got chased off by the male tribute in district one immediately, i tried finding you the moment i lost him.” finnick laughs, sniffling but so happy to finally see you after all this time, the probability of not finding each other because you were both searching was inevitable.

“i love you, never leave me again, yeah?” finnick begs, thumbs running across your cheeks as he finally confesses how he feels. the terror of losing you was enough for him to not hold back anymore and you fawn, more tears when you reply, “i love you, finnick.”

he kisses you, immediately crashing back into you as he holds you as close as possible, lips moving desperately against yours. his kiss is passionate and fast, but his touch to your face gentle and kind. your mind was dizzy when finnick pulls away.

katniss watches with the rest, watching their saddened yet loving reunion and every belief that their love was fake is killed on the spot. too busy smiling with peeta as you both laugh and kiss one another, back in each other’s arms. there was no doubt that it wasn’t real.

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gingerjunhan · 5 months

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boyfriend headcannons - kwak jiseok

☆彡 sorry for the delay on this one! I gotta wait for the delusions to hit juuust right before I write them LMAOOO hope you enjoy! 🫶🏻

word count: 812 | pronouns used: none | genre: fluff, established relationship | cws: all caps used, he’s a stem major (I don’t make the rules), teasing, not proofread, lmk if I missed anything!

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IT’S JISEOK TIIIIIMMMEEE

Jiseok doesn’t strike me with the same hardcore “boyfriend agenda” and Jungsu or Seungmin do, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t be a great boyfriend!!

there would literally never be a dull moment between the two of you

he’s such a good listener

much like Gunil, Jiseok looks at you like you hung the stars when you talk, and he never forgets a single detail

all of your favorite hobbies? your niche interests? he knows everything about all of them

you are both giant nerds but it’s okay!

while you might geek out over tv shows and bands, Jiseok geeks out over science

he’s such a loser (/pos) (and I love him for it)

he will never escape my stem major headcannon NEVER

but this also means that he would be a great help with homework if you’re also a science oriented person!

chemistry? he’s got you

biology? piece of cake

you know what he can’t do?

PDA

again, I’ve talked about this, but I need to elaborate more

Jiseok blushes and practically folds in on himself like a chair at the slightest mention on girls

it’s one of the things I find the most endearing about him

so imagine how he feels walking around with you

he is absolutely baffled that you chose to date him so he gets so giddy and excited when you show PDA

he literally can’t handle it because he just loves you so much and he gets so excited

he’s like a little kid in a candy store- he just can’t get enough

SPEAKING OF LITTLE KIDS

Jiseok, much like Jungsu, would be great with your siblings or cousins!

he would talk video games with the older kids

good around with the younger kids

gang up on you with your family, always taking their side instead of yours

playful feasting is definitely a love language of his!

I think Jiseok would score some mega points with the adults in your family and also with your friends!

they would all see that he’s both incredibly musically talented and book smart, plus he makes you happy so he’s literally the ideal man

the jack of all trades of boyfriends

the… boyfriend of all trades? okay moving on

your friends are JEALOUS

“Where did you find him? I need a boyfriend like that!”

TOO BAD go get your own this one is mine hee hee 🤭

such a polite man

his manners 📈📈 through the roof

his middle name is chivalry

he would be the sweetest, most loving boyfie around 🥹

if something is not to your liking he’s fixing it for you right away!

your wish is his command

okay we need to get back to the feasting real quick

he is so goofy

downright odd

but we love him

I can fully imagine him hiding behind a corner or doorway just to pop out and scare you 💀

harmless pranks all the time

prank wars are very common between the two of you

you have a lot of very strange inside jokes that other people would literally need code to decipher because they wouldn’t make any sense to anyone else

Jiseok is always down for an adventure!

the most basic tasks feel fun with him because he knows exactly how to keep a good energy flowing!

but he can be serious too, don’t get me wrong

long, serious phone calls after a bad day at work or while he’s away are very common

he’s not afraid to get emotional with you!

Jiseok gubes me the vibe that if you cry, he’s gonna cry too (same tbh)

he just cares about you so deeply and he’s never felt that way about anyone else

he shows his love and appreciation for you in any way he can, no matter how odd

he buys you things that make him think of you

he probably has your work/school schedule memorized so he knows when he needs to make dinner or pitch in around the house because you might be busy

if you use a purse I can imagine him holding it for you and calling it his “murse” LMAOO

I feel like he would give you an assigned animal too? idk just a thought

“Well if I’m a duck then you have to be a goose because of duck duck goose.”

his logic? flawless

if you don’t know how to play already, be prepared for guitar lessons

if you don’t want the lessons, at least be ready for concerts

he will make up songs (sometimes they’re good, sometimes they’re not) or learn your favorite songs and perform them for you

and you will always be there in the front row :)

god I love Jiseok

at the end of the day, your relationship is lighthearted, fun, and Jiseok feels very lucky to have you in his life 🩷

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#xdinary heroes x reader #xdinary heroes imagine #xdh x reader #xdh imagines #xdh fluff #gaon x reader

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wol-fica · 1 year

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-𝐖𝐨𝐞 𝐈𝐬 𝐌𝐞?-

pairings - wenclair x neglected!raven!daughter

summary - you were born into a family of freaks, and that was the norm for you. but slowly, your interest in your family diminished due to lack of attention towards you. how will you cope?

warnings - talk of medicine

an - credit to @theafterofnevermore and @alexkolax for giving me such wonderful ideas !

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Have you ever been in a room that is completely dark?

Not like turning off your bedroom lights or a side lamp, more like when the room is covered in pitch black paint and not a light source in sight; That kind of darkness.

You loved the dark, it was a comfortable space for you. When it got to nighttime outside in the summer, you would unlock your window with your pocket knife and draw onto the roof above your bedroom.

You could lay there for hours if you had the chance, just staring at the stars with no sounds but the gentle breeze that blew through your hair.

But unfortunately you were not home; now that the school year started at Nevermore, you and your brother have been away from your large family mansion for almost 4 months now, meaning your nightly stargazing would be on postponement until the semester ended.

Another unfortunate escapade is that you had to be at school, at all. Your preference of social interaction was little to nothing, and you already despised the school curriculum system and the class options they had were not very interesting to you.

Your likes are more toned to dissections in Biology and blowing up things in Chemistry, but that was mostly it. There were a few good books you were required to read in English, but even those could be irritating and boring at times.

So you opted for the next best thing, skipping class to invest your time into a certain village-old book. Goody Addams, your however-many-great grandmother, had an old spell book that your mother acquired when she went to school here at Nevermore.

Usually, the vintage opus was tucked away in the library at your family mansion, but you sneakily slipped it into your backpack on the way out of the house when you were leaving for your first day of school, and now it was hidden under your pillow in your dorm room; conveniently your roommate was expelled which left you with no worries of anyone or anything potentially finding the book.

As of the moment, your nose was buried in between the dusty pages, your black eyes trailing over each word with interest and precision. The ink was fading on the old parchment, but conveniently you had the talent to basically decipher anything that would be considered not legible, so the directions and spells were pointedly easy to read.

The content was addicting, to say the least, Goody had written some very interesting things that had your mind hooked on the possibilities this novel entailed. Your brother, Luka, would pick on you for days about how you were so infatuated with a grimey old book, in which you would threaten him with your switchblade until he left you alone.

Your mom would always say you reminded her of Wednesday when she was younger; your mother.

Now you were not a very emotional person, but when anyone compared you with your mother, you would always wince in discomfort. Wednesday Addams used to be an egotistical and practically rude person who only cared about herself and only herself. She had let innocent people die and even let her close friends get hurt just because she didn’t want to let them into her personal circle, and that seemed so utterly selfish to you.

And you despised selfish people.

A quote, from your grand-uncle(grunkle) Fester, has stuck with you since you were young. He used to say that “when one person decides to only think for themselves, they only deserve to die with themselves.” Quite inspiring if anyone asked you.

“Y/N!”

Your head snapped up, turning towards the sound of your brother's voice from your closed door. Light had spewed into your room from the large circular window of Ophelia Hall’s door room, the halfway colored glass creating a beautiful rainbow on the old wooden floor.

You groaned softly and rolled your eyes, closing the book on a tab and stuffing it beneath your pillow before you stood up and made your way to the door. Once you opened it, you were met with a backpack to the face.

“Where. Were. You?!” Luka said, pronouncing each word as he struck you with his bookbag.

You grabbed the orange carrier with his last swing, wrapping its straps around his arms and forcing him to stumble past you into your room.

“Busy.” You replied, going back towards your bed to sit at the desk next to it.

“With what?” He asked, straightening himself out as he brushed imaginary dust off, “You’ve been absent all day and Weems sent me to come find you before she gives you another detention.”

“Tell her I’ve been studying and learning the fine arts of spell casting.” You replied, dipping your quill in some ink before beginning to write some notes on the chapter you finished from Goody’s book.

“You know I can’t do that, Mama will find out you stole it and she will literally end you.”

Luca was the only other person who knew that you took Goody’s book, being that you tell eachother everything and his supposed “ twin-tuition” would help him figure it out anyways. He wasn’t pleased with what you did, but he knew he couldn’t make you put it back, so he kept your secret as long as you kept his.

“Hence why you will keep your mouth shut.” You said, turning to give him a glare, “Unless you want me to sew it closed.”

He chuckled, throwing his bag onto the floor before flopping onto your bed. He spread his arms and legs out to look like an ugly, overgrown starfish, before reaching under your pillow to pull out the book.

“You would never harm your favorite queer now would you?” Luka cheesed, flipping through the tattered pages whilst squinting aggressively, “I’ll never understand how you can read this crap.”

“It’s not crap, those are powerful spells from 1600 AD. Far before even the Bronze Age.” You snarled, giving your brother a look.

“Grandma Goody had terrible handwriting.” He noted before dropping the book with a hiss, “It burned me!”

“Don’t insult ghosts, they are already dead so they have nothing to lose by stinging you.”

Luka rolled his eyes, setting the book back under your pillow. He stood up, leaned down to grab his bag and swing it around his arm, before turning to you.

“Come to dinner, okay?” He suggested, waiting for a response so he could go to his next class, “You need to eat.”

You nodded absentmindedly, still writing down little quips and notes. Luka smiled and gave your arm a small punch then turned to exit out of your room to give you your privacy back, but before he closed the door, he leaned back in.

“If you get any more of those voices in your head, tell me!” And then he was gone.

You sighed, shaking your head at his comment. He was right after all, you were experiencing some odd instances of random whispers in your ear even though no one around you spoke a word. Your parents were concerned, but you didn’t want their annoying input so you told them that the voices stopped and the medication they put you on had worked just so they would get off your back about it.

Unfortunately, the antidepressants had NOT worked and you were still hearing things left and right, 24/7 of every day. They weren’t loud enough to drown your hearing, but they were indefinitely annoying enough to keep you awake at night and postpone your eating habits.

Your mother would be upset with these events, she would probably get frustrated and yell at you for not saying anything, and then try to get you to talk about your “powers.”

“Stupid quill.” You muttered, throwing the feather away after the tip decided to break on you.

You stood abruptly, pausing to stretch your arms before grabbing your backpack and making your way out of your room to head to the café for dinner.

As you walked down the stairwell and the hallway towards your destination, a sudden feeling of drowsiness came over you. Not wanting to disappoint Luka, you pushed it down and pressed onward, giving glares to anyone who spared you a glance.

You soon made it to the entrance of the café and you easily spotted your brother with your friends, but before you could head their way, a large body collided with your own.

The world seemed to stop, a large bell sounding in your ear as your head flew backwards. Cold hands grabbed at your throat and scalp, dragging you back and down into the black abyss.

The one instance where the darkness scared you.

You felt like you were drowning, like your head was being held underwater as you feebly tried to escape, but with no prevail. The voices that usually whisper to you were now screaming in your ear, pushing out any coherent thoughts as you went into shock.

Your body hit soft grass, a dull thud echoing into the night from your fall. Slowly you sat up, looking around in apprehension of where you were and what could possibly be happening to you.

The world was foggy and gray, dead trees scattering the landscape behind its thick blanket. A large manor stood before you, its paint chipped and beige while the red brick showed through. The black-iron gate was dented and old, covered in wild vines that produced deadly spikes sharp enough to kill a man; usually that would attract your interest, but since you were clearly hallucinating, it didn’t cross your mind.

“Y/N.”

Your head whipped around to be met with a large white dress. Slowly, your eyes went up, trailing up the ruffled expanse until your eyes locked with exceedingly familiar ones.

“Goody?”

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the new series (hopefully) is in motion baby!

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so-sures-blog · 2 years

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Energybound

binding energy definition: in physics and chemistry, binding energy is the smallest amount of energy required to remove a particle from a system of particles or to disassemble a system of particles into individual parts.

In which Lloyd becomes Energy to save the world. As the Green Savior, he was always prophesied to die for it. The scrolls never mentioned anything about his friends.

💚✨🐉 💚✨🐉 💚✨🐉 💚✨

The sun is just peaking over the horizon of the ocean when Lloyd makes his choice.

A restless night had passed, with the city drowning and Kalmaar sweeping through flooding to find the Ninja. With Jay’s condition worsening and Nya not leaving his side. With Benthomaar wracked with guilt over what his adopted brother had done and Kai, Cole, Zane, and P.I.X.A.L anxious to do something.

Lloyd had eavesdropped on Nya and Bentho talking about the Nyad, how she had merged with the sea and defeated Wojira. He knows what she is about to do.

He’s just doing it first.

Lloyd cracks open his eye from where he is pretending to be asleep, and slowly stands up. All of his friends are passed out from the emotional toll of the day— even Nya, who was fitfully sleeping besides Jay.

He moves quietly to not alert any of his friends and wake them up. Silently, he makes his way to the door, before looking back at his friends one last time. Jay was laying on the couch, gasping and wheezing in raspy intervals. Nya is next to him, shifting uncomfortably.

Bentho leans up against a filing cabinet next to the couch, arms crossed and head hanging. He was separated from the rest of his friends, and Lloyd wishes to see the day where Bentho is comfortable enough to lay next to them instead of dealing with everything himself.

Kai, Cole, Zane, P.I.X.A.L, and Master Wu are all passed out on the other side of the room, unconscious to the world and the thoughts swirling around Lloyd’s head.

Lloyd wishes they had more time. A few spare months of recuperating and relaxation isn’t enough between the life-threatening missions his team frequently goes on. He wants to stay with his friends.

He bites his tongue, the pain distracting him from his thoughts as he opens the door and then closes it, making his way to the roof.

💚✨🐉 💚✨🐉 💚✨🐉 💚✨

Lloyd dangled his feet off the edge of the dock, eyes trained on the gleaming horizon. An unsettled feeling was shifting in his gut, and a single question rolled around in his mind.

Footsteps sounded towards him, and Lloyd turned to see his mother and uncle walking towards him.

“Lloyd, are you okay?” Misako asked.

Lloyd stood up, not taking his gaze away from the sinking sun. “I was just thinking… I know Ronin’s monster was a fake, but I guess I was wondering if Wojira is really still out there… somewhere.”

“If she is, may she sleep for another thousand years.” Wu prayed.

And at the bottom of the sea, the storm slept.

💚✨🐉 💚✨🐉 💚✨🐉 💚✨

Lloyd walks towards the edge of the building, peering down at the dark water. It is black and bottomless, and Lloyd feels a surge of doubt before he shoves it away.

Lloyd may not be the Master of Water, but he is the Master of Energy. And as far as he knew, energy was everywhere. Nyad may have become one with the Sea, but she lost herself to the ocean and disappeared for thousands of years.

Lloyd couldn’t let that happen to Nya.

Lloyd was the Green Ninja, the savior of Ninjago. He was always destined to sacrifice himself for it, but nobody mentioned anything about his friends. Everything he had gone through— the Overlord and his father, Morro’s possession and Harumi— it all led up to this moment.

This is for his friends. Everything he had done was for his friends— every harsh blow from battle and hair ruffle in the morning. They had taken him in when he was a kid and gave him a home and a family. They had raised him, trained him, loved him even when he was being nothing but a bratty child who gave them problems.

Lloyd turns and stares back at the door where his family was sleeping, unaware.

Kai’s fiery courage, Nya’s fierce determination, Cole’s easy kindness, Jay’s bright intelligence, Zane’s gentle empathy, P.I.X.A.L’s snarking camaraderie, Benthomaar’s hesitant friendship, Wu’s aging wisdom, Misako’s sense of adventure.

His family.

Lloyd turns away, blinking back the sudden tears as green power lights his hands and he starts spinning.

💚✨🐉 💚✨🐉 💚✨🐉 💚✨

“Bentho, how did Nyad defeat Wojira? In the story you told me?”

“… she became one with the sea.”

“But how exactly?”

“She opened herself up to the full power of the ocean. She merged with it.”

“…”

“Do not think of such things! Nyad may have defeated Wojira but she lost herself. What she did cannot be undone. She vanished.”

“…”

💚✨🐉 💚✨🐉 💚✨🐉 💚✨

Lloyd opens his eyes, feeling light shining from the inside out as his green power spreads. Energy floods his body, feeling light and fleeting as Lloyd reaches down to the core of his power— and lets it loose.

Lloyd thinks of Cole and his Spinjitzu Burst, deep in the depths of Shintaro’s mountains. Unparalleled power had exploded from the earth and wrapped his brother in his element.

Lloyd can feel it happening too— but it's different. Green power is rushing around him, light blinding his vision, the particles on his skin transforming into pure energy.

Then—

BOOM!

A sonic sound wave explodes throughout the sky. The light tapers off. Lloyd opens his new eyes and looks down at his body. Green energy swirls around in the shape of his old body.

He feels light, powerful, new— Lloyd is filled with boundless energy, free to travel wherever he likes and too fleeting to ever catch.

Lloyd realizes he’s flying and spins around, laughing. The door to the rooftop suddenly slams open, and his family pours out— Kai and Wu in the lead as they stop and stare at their brother and nephew.

“Lloyd!” Kai calls. Jay and Nya join them, the former leaning on his girlfriend heavily as he stares at his little brother disbelievingly.

Lloyd frowns at how weak Jay looks. That can’t do— Jay will need to be at full strength when they beat Wojira. He flys down, ignoring the flinch of surprise from the others and presses a hand to Jay’s chest.

Green energy lights up, and suddenly Jay is able to breathe easier— like his lungs weren’t even damaged at all. Nya stares at Lloyd, looking pained for some reason.

Lloyd pulls away as Wojira roars her challenge, his power picking up in anticipation.

“Lloyd, wait!” Wu calls— but it's too late. With another BOOM! Lloyd takes off, flying at the speed of sound to confront Wojira once and for all.

It is time to finish what his grandfather couldn’t.

💚✨🐉 💚✨🐉 💚✨🐉 💚✨

Nobody notices the crystal spider on the wall, violet eyes recording everything.

Clink… clink… clink…

The spider scurries back to its master.

💚✨🐉 💚✨🐉 💚✨🐉 💚✨ “Spider’s in the house,

Sleep, sleep

Spider bit the mouse,

Sleep deep

Don’t wake up or else

You’ll find a spider in your m—”

The song breaks off, and the dark figure turns from the computer to see a crystal spider making its way towards her.

She kneels down, dark cape fluttering and kabuki mask flipped up as the mechanical spider crawls into her hand. She strokes it gently. “Did you find everything I need?” She asks.

The spider’s eye flashes, and then a holographic video is playing in the crystalized room. The bright screen contrasts the dark room, the purple and pink hues drowned out by the light images playing.

The Herald purses her lips, fingers tightening on the spider she is gripping unconsciously as the video finishes.

“I see,” Harumi says. She turns and stares at the giant crystal protruding in the middle of the Oni Temple. “This changes things.”

“Time to make some alterations to the previous plan.”

#ninjago #ninjago fic #ninjago au #ninjago seabound #seabound au #ninjago crystalized #lloyd garmadon #nya smith #kai smith #jay walker #ninjago benthomaar #cole brookstone #zane julien #pixal borg #ninjago wu #ninjago misako #ninjago wojira #ninjago harumi

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v7n5 · 3 months

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Feel like pure shit, just want a smutty multi-chapter Howard Hamlin fanfic that recounts the many secret sexual affairs that he has had with different people throughout the course of his life, most of which he sought out to recompense for the lack of intimacy in his marriage because both him and Cheryl were iron-closeted and only got married out of familial pressures (things took a turn for the worse after the fight that ended with Howard moving into the guest house). Ultimately, none of them could fulfill his wants and needs because they're all cold and distant in their own ways: there were the handsome strangers he met at some gay bar like Nacho who were emotionally unavailable and only wanted to dick and dash like they're in denial themselves; Jimmy whom he was smitten with and trusted to be able to keep a secret, but it didn't take him long to realize that Jimmy being selfish and cruel and rougher than Howard had liked and not paying any mind to Howard's own pleasure in bed was his way of getting back at him for being a jackass of a boss; Chuck whom he'd got especially close with ever since he was still studying pre-law, so close that he would make up any excuse to be alone with him and suck him off in his office from time to time to seduce his mentor because the daddy issues that had been developing throughout his father-absent youth came to fruition the moment a wiser and older man gave him a sliver of attention, Chuck allowed him to live out his fantasy but never reciprocated in that sense but they remained really good friends, hence Howard's desperation for his approval and affection and the idea of "I still have a chance" kept brewing in his mind even when he could see Rebecca out of the corner of his eye (the incident at the end of ss3 scarred him for life and talking about the intimate details of their relationship before it in therapy did not help). The latter half of 607 didn't happen because he decided that he was in fact the bigger person and the right thing to do was to drink himself into reflecting back on his life choices and wallowing in his own self-pity. Though he didn't storm Mcwexler's condo, the whole ordeal was still his Joker moment, so he put his foot down, got a divorce and resigned from his CEO position because fuck you, he deserves to do that. And maybe after a year or so, he met a certain Salamanca who got out of a certain shoot-out unscathed (haven't determined if Howard happened to stumbled into El Michoacáno or he went back to the gay bar), their chemistry was through the roof, they bonded over the loss of families/ lovers and "being a nepo baby is oh so hard", their romance blossomed because Lalo was textbook definition of charming and exactly Howard's type. One date led to another, and Howard ended up getting the best pipe he'd ever had while trying to hold back the tears stemmed from indescribable emotions. Would Howard find out who Lalo actually was? Would it matter? Would they last? Those are problems for future them.

Like literally that's all I want tbh.

#howard hamlin #He's my girl. My fucking princess.#Idc like he's still rightfully owed a soft dom who's gonna take good care of him and appreciate him #(as much as I feen for power bottom Howard)#The slutification of this middle-aged man HAS to be riddled with angst or else I'll die #1 of the worst things that could ever happen to me is getting ideas that I think are good but cannot for the life of me do anything about it #That and becoming a **** ****** but we're not trauma dumping today #Being a bilingual with an English-leaning brain is not the W that people made it out to be #Honestly Nacho came into the picture when I was deadass half unconscious. I was like 'Ariana what are you doing here???'#But it's hot. And I kinda wanted Nachoward to win a bit #I also wanted to squeeze Gus in there too but in my head it'd be an 'admirer from afar' type of deal. Like Howard would have a crush on him-#-but decided against making a move cuz he would think Gus is out of his league or sth #This is essentially a Howard x everyone who I think could be compatible with him fanfic #For clarification. Cheryl and Howard don't hate each other. if anything they're each other's emotional support system #But I feel like there's only so much pretense you can put up you know #And yes. Lalo and Nacho were in love there.#Ok I've got it all out there now. Time for me to go marinate in shame #nacho varga #jimmy mcgill #chuck mcgill #lalo salamanca #better call saul

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jmdbjk · 1 year

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Quality anon time:

Addressing a few anons in my inbox:

Anon: “It's really sad that you're a jikooker but you use the same narrative of taekookers, saying that only jimin mentions jungkook. Why you didn't say that also jungkook mentions jimin sometimes?”

Me: Okay anon... Jungkook mentions Jimin sometimes. Happy now?

If you don’t know by now where I stand on all this you should just keep scrolling past my blog. I would say, “you obviously never read anything I’ve said” but in your same ask you say “long post to justify the fact that Jungkook never supported jimin in this solo era” so I know you read THIS particular “long post”. Go read some more of my past posts to see where I stand on your incorrect take of what I wrote. But you seem like the type of person who thrives on drama, searches it out, reads things that you don’t agree with, just so you can seethe and unload all of your negative petty judgemental energy on someone you don’t know. The internet and anonymous make that easy for you.

Anon: “Don't you dare to compare tae with jimin...Don't try to minimize Jimin's relationship with Jk only because you want to defend your precious Tae.”

Me: another ignorant person who hasn’t read anything I’ve ever said. ...instructing me to stop spreading a narrative that jikook and taekook are the same kind of relationship. [insert loud laughing rolling on the floor...ROFL] This person also states they are not a jikooker or Tae anti...and goes on to say “Taehyung started mentioning Jk's name all the time unprovoked only during this solo era, ...His purpose is clear even if you close your eyes.”

Which makes me want to elaborate: A few people are very angry with Tae and believe he has an “agenda.” I don’t have an explanation as to why he mentions Jungkook. Last time was because they were gaming with some of Tae’s other friends. We don’t know what Tae’s real motivation is. Maybe Tae really wishes JK would do a live with him? And they DID manage to do that Instagram live for a few minutes...

But to me, they just don’t have the same chemistry as Jimin and Jungkook. The insta live very much gave me this vibe:

I don’t know what else you want me to say that I’ve not said before. They are doing a pretty good job by themselves dispelling any thought that Tae and Jungkook’s chemistry (awkward?) is the same as Jimin and Jungkook (chemistry through the roof).

And Tae IS precious because he is one of the seven members. He’s not my bias, though...that’s for sure. But I will give his restaurant show they filmed in Mexico a chance when it airs.

Anon: JK was drinking heavily for two days in a row... His home looks like a bachelor pad. He seems down & depressed & even said he's not motivated to do anything. How is this not concerning & taken lightly? I'm worried about JK & JM seems worried too & I think that's why JM came live to tell him to stop, cause it is very concerning seeing JK like that.

Me: I do not consider 3 or 4 beers "heavy" drinking. But if you, personally, or if you are from a culture that doesn't normally consume alcohol, you may think that is a lot. Having a few beers everyday is very common where I'm from.

About JK staying at home for days and days: Jin once said: “resting is not putting meaning into time spent for self-improvement... those days when you’ve done absolutely nothing, that people might look at you and say, ‘You wasted your day away.’ That’s the kind of living that gives me rest.” Obviously Jungkookie agrees.

Jungkook didn’t seem sad to me. He was singing for us as usual on the first day and then on the second day went on about with getting his mukbang ready and his Netflix going. If you thought he seemed sad, you were projecting your own emotions on to him. Fun fact: There is a contestant in the show he was watching that he has met in person...the MMA champion guy who is older than most of the other contestants.

And yeah... in my opinion, THAT apartment is not his HOME. It looks like an alternate place to me, but you are entitled to your opinion too. That clothing rack... if you live there and that’s your home, why would you keep a rolling rack of empty hangers in front of the main bedroom door?

Why am I not concerned about Jungkook? because I'm not projecting imaginary emotional drama on him and I'm not an alarmist. There is no crisis. I employ critical thinking within the context of everything I know about Jungkook, Jimin and what they've shown us all these years. I am pretty tuned in to what their personalities are like. Neither of them have given me any reason to be concerned.

Jimin was laughing in his comments. “ㅋ” by itself in Korean slang means “LOL”. So ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ would be LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL... Jimin didn’t come into the live to tell Jungkook to stop. He came because he saw the Weverse notice that his Kookie-pookie was doing a live broadcast and spending time with Army again and Jimin was having to work. He was laughing because he knew his Kookie was going to do whatever the hell he wanted as in fuck a rule of no drinking during a live.

The severity of tunnel vision some of you have is incredible. Many of y’all need to lift your heads up from those fanfics, edited video clips and elaborately concocted narratives based on nothing and look around at real life for a little while... like make a friend or two or have a real life relationship involving real emotions and sex. It’ll make a big difference in how you view the world.

And since I have a habit of letting asks sit in my inbox to marinate with time (read: wait for Miss Karma to show up as usual) these Anons just look like a bunch of mouthy assholes now.

But I don’t want this post to just be a big downer... here are some Anons who are genuinely nice and have interesting thoughts and questions:

Anon: Not a question but a statement: “If only people would translate without agenda.”

Me: I KNOW RIGHT? Just like fake emotional drama anon above... people insert their own interpretations into translations. Then are quick to defend themselves stubbornly without being open minded to realize there are other ways to interpret what is being said. It’s important to look at several trusted non-biased translators. Native Koreans are who I trust. And yes, google translate can also clarify some things but you should not depend solely on that to understand what is being said.

Anon: “...was there any instances where Jungkook made sure people understood that his relationship with Jimin is different than his relationship with the other members?”

Me: Jungkook differentiates his relationship with Jimin from the others all the time, except it is usually not intentional. It is a subconscious natural reaction. Watch him and you will see it. I think that people who cannot see it just are not tuned in to such things or refuse to believe that Jimin means a lot to Jungkook.

Depending on what your relationship is with someone, you will subconsciously seek out physical contact with them. You will want to be closer to them, whether sitting or standing. Even within your closest circle, if you have one you are even closer to, you will tend to act differently with them than you do with the other friends...even during work...

Anon: “Why should anyone, now or later be concerned with Jungkook stopping his work? ...Fans are so dramatic.”

Good question, Anon...you certainly won’t find much concern from me until he gives me reason to be concerned and so far, I’m not concerned. And yes, fans are so dramatic in every sense. Jungkook already told us last year he had nothing going on. So why is it a surprise to some to see Jungkook emerging from being a hermit when he already told us he had nothing going on? He said he was going to get back into shape by getting back to eating right and look at him working out!

Anon: “...why Jungkook is not denouncing tkk?...why not stop some of the other rumors ?”

Maybe you should ask Jungkook yourself because he’s not answering my texts.

#another long post sorry asshole anon to make you have to read so much #jimin and jungkook are fine #jikook #jimin #jungkook #dammit JK! answer my texts!#quality anon time

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What made you ship Eivor and Basim together? What was it that made you feel that they had chemistry? (I’m asking because I’m curious and it’s a bit of a different ship) so I’m wondering what was it that made you ship them in the first place if you get what I mean.

Hoooo. I hope you're ready for another novel. 😶

First a disclaimer: It's important to note that this is my opinion and how I feel about the ship; I don't speak for everyone. Second, I enjoy other ships as well. It simply happens that Eivor and Basim is my favourite. (This is not necessarily aimed at you, ask. Just in general if anyone happens to stumble upon this.) A lot of my feelings about this ship are based on my own observations and interpretation of events. 😌

That being said:

What makes me ship Eivor and Basim?

I adore these characters. They're layered and complicated; beautifully flawed.

And I love the potential their ship has.

Their dynamic - Even if there is an odd power dynamic, I love how they push and challenge each other. This creates an interesting tension, perhaps chemistry, as they navigate their differences.

Gods, the potential levels for angst? It's through the roof with this one. Endless amounts if one wants it. The shared pain, personal struggles, and the possibility of conflicting loyalties and goals........ SO MUCH potential for deep and emotional STUFF. The potential for love and betrayal adds such HIGH emotional stakes and intrigue, like 👀 The stakes! THE STAKES!

Their banter:

I love hearing them talk together in-game. Basim is silver-tongued, and Eivor is a poet. Their word battles are annoyingly interesting because they're both so incredibly smart. I love it when Basim challenges Eivor's world-view, and when Eivor seems able to disarm Basim with her honesty and the heart she carries around on her sleeve.

This fragile trust that eventually develops between them:

Basim tells Eivor of his son and the one who took him away. Something that he hasn't even outright told Hytham. I believe Basim truly comes to care for Eivor, making it that much more bitter when he realises exactly who "haunts" her. I mean, imagine the heartbreak or the potential for growth as Basim would have to choose between his vengeance and someone he loves? How would he feel if he actually knew that Eivor rejected Havi?

Eivor accepts Basim as part of her family by telling him he and Hytham will always have a place - a home - in Ravensthorpe. She knows, oh she knows that to Basim, home is family. And she offers up herself and her own family to him. 😭

Again, the dynamic: Makes my brain go brrrrrr.

They have some of that good good "Don't know if I want to kiss you or kill you"-energy. 🫣

I believe, and feel, that where there are strong emotions, there can be passion.

To me, while both Eivor and Basim attempt to act calm and collected in the face of any storm(Basim succeeding more than Eivor on most accounts, at least until he snaps), they're both very much driven by their emotions and come off as deeply passionate beings. Basim with a thick layer of intellect and calculation between his emotions and actions. While Eivor and her emotions are firmly guided by her goals and even desires, she's much more likely to act on impulse.

I think Carlo Rota, Basim's voice actor in Valhalla, also has a point:

"In watching renditions of Basim/Eivor told with the slant of a love story or rather a lost love story I was blown away. It never occurred to me prior to seeing this and yet it makes so much sense regardless of whether it's Female or Male Eivor. Love and hate are two sides of the same coin..."

Love and hate are deep and potent feelings. And sometimes, it's hard to tell when that line has been crossed.

The ambiguity and intensity of their (potential) feelings *chefs kiss*

EDIT:

In my own eagerness, I forgot to mention the very obvious Campfire Cutscene. 😶🥲 The campfire cutscene just showcases such a soft and vulnerable moment for both of them. Basim opens up about the loss of his son, and Eivor reciprocates by sharing her own experiences. The understanding between them. The acknowledgement of the other's loss. The fostering of this fragile trust.... HNNN. 😭

I like them so much they make me incoherent 🥲😭

#ac #ac valhalla #thought #my thoughts #eivor #basim #eivor x basim #ask #my ship #🥲😭

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daintylovers · 2 years

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hi cutie!! i have a concept: mike wheeler w the song ‘mine’ by bazzi.. what do we think 🤭

a fun little intro before we get started- I HAVE WRITTEN THIS TWICE ALREADY AND TUMBLR KEEPS DELETING IT (update: after writing this message and then writing half of the fic, it fucking did again:)

anyways 💋

mike wheeler hated parties. he hated the people that went to parties. the people who threw the parties. the music they played at the parties. and the drinks they served at parties. however when you had shyly asked if he would attend jason and chrissy’s latest happening, how could he say no??

so now here he was, drinking lukewarm hennessy because jason’s parents were too rich for regular beer. but on the bright side, regular beer didn’t make him feel this great. it was like he wanted to shout his love for you from the roof top. either that or shove his tongue down your throat. both are actions of love right??

oh god, and then here you were, bounding up to him having drank your fair share of the alcohol provided with the prettiest smile he had ever seen on a humans face. he couldn’t help but wondering if you would still smile so pretty while he was hitting from behind. fuck he needed to get a grip.

just focus on her eyes mike, on the color. or on the babydoll lashes that blinked back at him. or how wide they would get when he whispered all his dirty little thoughts in your ear during the chemistry lab earlier that day. if he had those thoughts about you, he wondered who else shared his fantasies. he hoped no one, because you were his. mine, mine, mine, is what he kept saying while kissing on your neck.

he couldn’t wait to get home. he knew you both were too gone for driving, so he either needed to sober up or you both would just walk home. which was starting to not sound so bad. all he could think about was getting his hands on you. maybe not so much in a sexual sense anymore either, right now he kind of just wanted to hold your waist as he fell asleep. goddamn how many emotions was he gonna go through tonight?

guess nostalgia was going to be added onto that list. now he was reminescencing over the first time you guys met. this was of course back in the eighth grade when he thought to himself “i wish this girl stopped breathing right now”, always such a cutie. now, about five years later, he would never have a thought like that. well about you at least. after the countless times you both had helped save the universe or whatever, he was beyond thankful that you were still alive.

he hoped you were enjoying yourself. he could have just asked you, but the words weren’t wording correctly. and he knew you were half paying attention anyways, so what was the purpose. maybe he should start a letter to you or something. just so you would always have something to remember that he would do anything for you. something to remind you of how effortlessly enamoring you were to be around. it was like being a plant and needing the sun. you were his sun, forever and always. he would let little bugs eat at him all day, as long as he got to bask in your presence for a few hours.

should he propose right now? would that be cliche? he never wanted to be a cliche. perhaps, on second thought, proposing at a high school gathering wasn’t the best of ideas. but he figured he should start planning soon. what if he waited too long and you didn’t want him anymore???

judging by the above thoughts, it became rather apparent to him that he didn’t want to keep wasting any time. if you were cool with it, why not just seal the deal? would you be cool with it though?? oh god, he starts to scramble, maybe i should just unplug my mind. which would probably be in his best interest.

i mean after all, who tries to plan a proposal at a party?? only someone who says your mine…

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader #mike wheeler #mike wheeler x reader

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harrison head cannons round 3

1.harrison loves dandelions and Hyacinth flowers and has a few of them dried and pressed to always have them with him

2.harrison is extremely intelligent loving chemistry almost as much as Neil but he purposely calls it alchemy to piss neil off.

3.harrison has a hard time differentiating good and bad attention due to the lack of it from his parents lately.

4. Harrison is the youngest and wasn't planned his parents only wanted one child so when they found out about Harrison they thought about termination but decided against it.

5.harrisons brother would always take he blame for anything Harrison did knowing Harrison would be punished while he often wouldn't. This led to Harrison's idealistic veiw of his older brother.

6.harrison enjoys writing poetry but will not let anyone else read it because fuck that. Neil is the first person he ever lets see the notebook he has it all written down in.

7. The first time Harrison played dnd with everyone he and Neil got pared up by nerris as a warlock and a patron without the others knowing. Harrison came up with the idea and science Neil's charecter was good at crafting mystical artifacts through a magic ring that nerris made up he could claim he was a artificer.

8.harrison doesn't sleep verry often and when he does it's normally filled with bad dreams

9.harrison's magic taps into his subconscious emotions often times leading to new patches of flowers or things floating around camp depending on how Harrison is feeling. One time Harrison was pissed at nerf and no one could find anything.. eventually max saw literally everything they were looking for on the roof because nerfs fell and broke

10.when not at camp Harrison fits the bill of a trouble kid. Gets into fights that he constantly loses argues with teachers and doesn't do his work before his brothers disappearance he was a really good student but once his parents started to avoid him he stoped trying because he only tried to impress them.

#harrison x neil #harrison camp camp #camp camp harrison #cc harrison #harrineil #neil x harrisn #harrison/neil #neil x harrison camp camp #neil x harrison

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27emailsicantsend · 2 years

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You know that one ask you got about rina kiss not being a disney kiss. I think like almost every rina scene feels like too much for a disney show. Like the WDYKL performance. The body language and staring into each other's eyes was too hot! In every scene josh & Sofia's chemistry is sizzling. So much so that season 1 car scene alone changed the trajectory of the whole story. I liked portwell while they lasted. They were cute. I never liked rini mainly because I never felt much chemistry between them. I mean rini kissed like 10 times in that season 1 finale and it looked so chaste. But the rina kiss?! Instant butterflies! Point is, josh and sofia have insane chemistry and season 4 should take full advantage of that.

Absolutely anon! The chemistry between these two is THROUGH THE ROOF. Completely undeniable at this point. I’m not a fan of p*w or r*ni but I would be lying if I didn’t say some of the scenes were cute. But that’s the difference. They were “cute”, but even those cute moments were hit or miss. Sofia and josh, however, have this amazing capability to really make the audience believe their characters feel so much more than what they’re saying. It’s like you feel the literal energy through the screen and it makes even the viewers emotional! (Tbh I cried when they kissed because it felt so REAL and like something they had both been missing for so long). I’m just blown away by the actors. It is not just “some scenes”, it is EVERY SINGLE SCENE with them you just feel this bond between rina that can’t be duplicated or faked. I’m not surprised at all Tim made that shift that he did. It would have been such a waste of potential if he hadn’t change the trajectory of the show after the car scene. Also, 100% agree that after all of the scenes we’ve seen so far (WDYKAL 😮‍💨) I think we’re in for some real ROMANCE on the show. I think S4 is going to hit Rina’s HARD… and thats not just me. Sofia and josh are already in the works about what they’re planning for S4 and it seems like they’re really excited for what’s to come 😳 it’s supposed to be the “best season yet” according to both of them… so I guess all I can say is buckle in 😂

#rina #hsmtmts #high school musical the musical the series #gina porter #ricky bowen #ricky x gina #asks #send me asks #s4 #anon

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psychopersonified · 1 year

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BABETTE [Original Pilot script read]

Her character did not make it into the final version, but it seems there were longer plans for her as Louis’ (one sided?) love interest.

I get why she was cut, there was already so much going on, but I can’t help but wonder how that would alter the story if she was kept in. Unlike Lily, Babettes’s social standing makes her a realistic marriage match for Louis and therefore a much bigger obstacle for Lestat. A readily available legitimate path of least resistance for Louis should he chose the route that would have him suppress his sexuality and please his family - particularly his mother if he were to atone for the grief of Paul’s death.

It would be much more difficult to get rid of Babette too as her disappearance would be missed and investigated - unlike most of Lestat’s usual victims (including Lily), that were on the fringes of society or just passing through with no local ties.

How far would Lestat’s jealousy take him? Such juicy, angsty possibilities!

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Deleted - Photograph scene

In this scene the two families are having their photographs taken. There are hints from the mothers duLac and Freniere to match the two. Louis and a Babette seem to have a hint of chemistry. 😉

Grace’s Wedding

Babette wins the ring charm (like the bouquet toss) suggesting she’s next to be married. Paul catches her looking at Louis… 🤭The lady Paul teases Louis about on the roof scene was supposed to be Babette. There was supposed to be a Louis & Babette dancing scene, with Paul teasing him about the ring charm as they do. Mama duLac and Freniere agree on something watching them….

Paul’s Funeral

The ENTIRE exchange between Louis and Grace at the cemetery was supposed to be with BABETTE providing him comfort in the wake of his mother’s rejection - the whole time with Lestat going “Come to me” in his head. 😖 The juxtaposition of opposing paths is so poignant!

Poor Louis is one roiling cauldron of emotional devastation and conflict.

He then runs to Bricktop to exorcise Lestat, which doesn’t work - then runs to Lily (dead) - finally back to the religion that he’s already left ages ago. Whooaah…. extra weighty stuff here.

#amc vampire chronicles #amc interview with the vampire #interview with the vampire #iwtv 2022 #iwtv amc #amc iwtv #loustat #iwtv series

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morrisharding · 7 months

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Well well well, if it isn't Toronto's very own. Drake is a rapper and R&B artist who has been around for over a decade now and the effect he has had on his fans and the industry has been impeccable. Starting off his career with R&B albums and singles, his euphonious voice and engaging writing skills had put him on the radar. His name was brought up in several conversations with artists who were next up. Especially with his third studio album which topped the American and Global charts through the roof in 2011. I was around the age of 5 when this album came out so I don't have much memory of how it played out at the time but I remember the song headlines being played all the time on the radio in my mom's car. At the time it was one of my favourite songs as the upbeat rhythm and the confident flow that Drake had on the song energized me as a kid.

Now I am in grade 12 and on my way to graduate high school. This album speaks to me on a different level now as I have further advanced knowledge of music than I would have at the age of 5. The album is composed of 19 songs which is a lot for an album but to no surprise, Drake did it again and made an album that would go down in history. Every song on this album is written with 100% effort and if anyone were to tell me that is not true they should check their eyes. Starting off the album you have Beauftiul opener where Drake talks about his music career and how he has had success but has a desire for more. A very inspiring song for those who aspire to be as big as Drake and achieve greater accomplishments. A couple of songs on the album that are my personal favourites as it's so hard to choose one song are Marvin Room, Cameras/Good Ones Go Interlude, Doing It Wrong, The Real Her, Look What You've done, Practice and The Ride. Each one of these songs has me and others on a roller coaster of emotions as speaks on topics about heartbreak and the loss of a significant other. Anyone who is going through a breakup knows that this album has the perfect mood to be listening to if you going through hard times.

Another reason for its immense success was the list of features that were displayed on the album. At the time he had artists like Rihanna, Lil Wayne, Andre 3000, Rick Ross, Nicki Minaj, and future hip hop and rap stars like The Weeknd, and Kendrick Lamar who all put their best effort into this album as well. The chemistry that was brought upon by Drake and these artists showed how he took his time with his craft and gave fans like me the perfect piece of music that we could ask for. The harmonious vocals of The Weeknd and Rihanna mixed in with Drake's vocals set me back and put me in awe of how amazing it sounded. The flawless bars that were rapped by Nicki, Wayne, Ross, Andre and Kendrick showed me true rap sounds as nowadays there is a large number of mumble rappers.

Even with the many spontaneous albums that Drake has released in his career, none have topped Take Care as it still stands as one of his best albums and my personal favourite. I will always go back and listen to old Drake as it just never gets old. 12 years later he is set to release his new album "For All the dogs" this Friday. Will it surpass Take Care as my favourite Drake album, that will be a topic of conversation soon to come.

#drizzy drake

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I see Trashers and AsDors complaing about our scene and I can’t help but laugh. People really think after such a beautifully directed, acted and written scene they’re going to ruin the Chemistry RecMel have brought to the screen? Especially after how the ratings went through the roof (even though that other show didn’t air ☠️) ? And especially after the reactions from the general audience and the increased popularity? Production would be STUPID sooooo STUUUPID ~ I don’t trust the writers but I trust RecMel….wait sorry…Melovosski to captain the ship with gusto. At this rate we’re gonna take over AsDor’s number 1 spot ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

They are a bunch of 8 years old kids and that's why they like dry ships and crack ships. Ayber's scenes are always the most interesting and beautiful scenes on the show. The writers hand RecMel a pile of shit and they turn that pile of shit to gold. The emotions , the details, the acting and delivery is always on point. It's a waste of time to argue with someone who ships a 17 years old with a 27 years old or someone who harasses and abuses women with one of his victims. We're coming for that #1 spot 😜

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Somebody to Love | Steddie (5/?)

Chapter Five: Shakespeare's a Freak

Word: 3702

A/N: I have no set schedule for posting this, most likely every other day or once a week. This one's longer than the others and it didn't feel right to break it into two parts, so enjoy. Again, it's not unrequited, they're just idiots. My favorite.

Summary: Steve and Eddie finally have a chance to talk about everything since recovering from Vecna's defeat and the emotional weight of it all crashing down on them. If Steve's busy taking care of people, who takes care of Steve?

[Somebody to Love Masterlist]

Wayne was working tonight, so the driveway was empty. Steve sat in his car after killing the engine, wondering if he should have called first before coming and whether he should come back in the morning or just take a deep breath and knock on the door and wait. After another long exhale, he decided to do the latter, striding up to the front door before he could change his mind.

“Eddie?” Steve called out when he wasn’t answering. “Eddie!”

“Steve?”

Eddie popped his head out from his window, looking down at him with a confused look. For a moment, he looked like a scene from a movie with his pale face illuminated by the faint moonlight and his bedroom light giving him an almost angelic glow. His hair looked ruffled, like he had been lying down when Steve came over. It didn’t sound like he just woke up, so maybe he was listening to music in bed.

Steve waved up at him, relieved that Eddie was fine. “Hold on!”

He scrambled to the side of the house, using the ladder hidden behind a tall bush to climb onto the roof of the garage. He could have waited for Eddie to walk downstairs to open the front door, but this way was more fun. Eddie leaned against the window frame, watching him with amusement.

“What the hell are you doing, Harrington?”

“Listen, I’ve helped Nancy study for a chemistry test this way,” Steve huffed, making his way over to his window while trying not to fall and break a bone or die. What a way to go. Survive running through hell only to die while trying to climb through his crush’s window.

Eddie stepped back, holding a hand out for Steve as he climbed through. He flashed Eddie a smile, staring down at their joined hands before pulling away to fix his hair and kick his shoes off. He assumed that it was okay to be here. Eddie had every opportunity to turn him away or push him out, but he didn’t.

Steve saw Romeo and Juliet on his bed and picked it up. “Damn. I should have reenacted something while I was outside your window,” he said, flipping through it. “‘But, soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the east, and Eddie is the sun’.”

Eddie scoffed, grabbing the book from him. “Okay, easy, Romeo. What exactly are you doing here?”

“Uh.”

It only just registered through Steve’s brain that Eddie was only wearing an old metal band t-shirt and dark boxers, a casual look that he was not used to seeing on him, but he liked it. Now that Steve was standing in front of him, he could see the bags under his eyes and the smell of weed was more prominent. Robin mentioned how he almost fell asleep in class and actually started snoring in the library. He’d jerk up when she tried to wake him and continued on with his notes.

Eddie rocked back and forth on his heels as he waited for Steve to answer. He pointed to the book and said, “I’m here to help you study.”

“Bull. Shit. Harrington.” Eddie smacked the book on his chest with each punctuation. “Henderson sent you.”

“He did,” he admitted, “But I also meant to talk to you.”

Eddie remained silent, searching his face for something. Steve wasn’t quite sure what, but he found himself holding his breath, his eyes stuck between dropping to his lips or getting sucked into the gravitational pull of those deep brown orbs. The results were him trying to look anywhere but Eddie, which wasn’t suspicious at all.

Steve couldn’t help but step back or else he’ll forget the main purpose for coming here. “The boys miss playing DnD with you and I know that you’re busy trying to catch up and graduate this year, so I thought that when that’s all over with, you can use my place as a meet-up,” he tried to summarize with a casual shrug.

“Why?” Eddie asked slowly.

“What do you mean ‘why’?”

When Eddie narrowed his eyes, skepticism was written all over his face, instead of answering. Steve huffed in frustration, running a hand through his hair again. “Why” could mean anything. Why does it matter where we play? Why do you want us to be at your place? Why do you care at all?

“Those boys love playing that nerd game. They’ve been playing it since forever and it’s one of the things that’s been keeping them sane after this whole Upside Down shit that they’ve been dealing with since middle school. They love you,” Steve said, his voice wavering at the last bit.

He cleared his throat, turning away to look around the room. Eddie had decorated since the last time he’d been there. It felt more like Eddie with the posters of metal bands and a Rocky Horror movie poster by his bed. His eyes lingered on that, remembering the time Eddie had returned it for the seventh time and when Steve had pointed that out, Eddie and Robin exchanged a knowing look. Curiosity got the best of him and Steve ended up renting it, much to Robin’s glee.

Eddie’s guitar was missing. It wasn’t hanging on the wall or on a stand like Steve expected. That thing was his baby. He also kind of expected for him to have a small stack of DnD books and hand painted minis somewhere in the room, things that he remembered lying around in the Wheeler’s basement back when the boys played down there.

“You know, I used to be jealous of you,” Steve continued, walking over to Eddie’s small stereo.

Eddie raised an eyebrow, eyes not once leaving Steve’s figure. “Bullshit.”

Steve hid a wince with a chuckle when Eddie said that. That word was going to keep stinging him for a while apparently.

“Yeah, Dustin would go on and on about Eddie this and Eddie that. The little twerp worships you. And, you know, I guess I kind of got jealous. We barely knew each other in high school but everyone knew you as ‘The Freak’. I guess I still had that stupid high school mentality, as Dustin pointed out. Don’t tell him I said that,” he said quickly.

“His ego’s still too big,” Eddie said in agreement, joining Steve by the stereo and plucking Queen from his collection. He waved it in front of his face before popping it in. “Still trying to wrap my head around the fact that Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington was jealous over Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson.”

“I know, and I think that made me almost obsessed about it because Dustin is a good kid. Annoying, but good. And he’s usually a good judge of character.” Steve played with the volume of the stereo as Freddie Mercury’s voice filled the room, distracting himself from the heat emitting from Eddie being so close behind him. “So what did this guy have that made someone like Dustin love him so much? Something the whole school, hell, even this whole town, was missing. After spending some time with him, I just couldn’t believe that Eddie Munson… he’s a pretty cool dude.”

“Yeah?”

Steve could practically hear the smile in his voice. It was very reminiscent of their first one on one conversation that happened in the Upside Down. Eddie had leaned in so close to Steve and his heart suddenly picked up. As a reflex, Steve nudged him away with his elbow, shaking it off with a laugh. At the time, he wasn’t sure why his heart was fluttering, overwhelmed by a feeling that was not discomfort or disgust like he was raised to think.

“Yeah.” He turned to face him. Again, Eddie does not know the concept of personal space. It was doing something to him, a strange warmth in his stomach and he was getting tired of not knowing what it meant. “But also an idiot that can’t follow directions. What part of ‘don’t be a hero’ did you not understand?”

Eddie rolled his eyes, pulling away to flop onto his bed. “Come on! Am I supposed to apologize for trying to buy you time? I just… not everyone gets to be the hero all the time like you. That’s why I play dungeons and dragons, because in some universe, I am a hero of my own story. I just didn’t want to run anymore.”

“That’s the thing, though, Eddie,” Steve stressed out, standing in front of him. Eddie’s eyes snapped to him when he used his first name. “You were already a hero to Dustin. You didn’t have to prove anything to anyone, that was always your thing. If I’d known that you’d run straight into a swarm of demobats, I would have stayed behind to protect you two dumbasses.”

Eddie had his head tilted to the side, trying to figure him out. It was said so earnestly that he was finally getting the scope of how big Steve Harrington’s heart was and how much he cared for Dustin. It made him feel warm that he was willing to protect him, someone that he had rarely interacted with in high school and were in completely different social hierarchies, to that extent.

“So, that’s your thing.”

Steve didn’t expect to admit this much of his thoughts tonight, but he felt that lately he’d been hanging by a thread and any sense of safety and comfort opened the floodgates. There were all these emotions that he had kept bottled up, emotions that he did not know he was suppressing and it overwhelmed him. It was scary, like he was going crazy.

“What? Professional monster killing babysitter?” He joked with his hands on his hips, a pose that the kids called “Steve’s mom pose”.

Eddie smiled at that, then shook his head. “Very funny, but I’ve seen how you are with the people you care about. You put yourself between them and danger. You know their behaviors and what’s normal for them. You protect your people and care for them like they’re your family. Do you realize how much that means to people?” And how much you mean to them, he failed to say.

Steve shrugged that off. “I just thought that that was something I was supposed to do.”

“What a hero thing to say,” Eddie teased, twirling his hair.

“I’m not a hero,” Steve muttered, shaking his head, “The Sinclairs were getting hurt by douchebag jocks. Max almost died. You almost died. Dustin was losing his mind once we found you guys. You weren’t moving and your eyes looked… glazed over. I thought you were as good as dead and I wasn’t able to stop it and -”

After all this time dealing with the Upside Down and the demogorgons and the mindflayer, maybe this time… this time they were finally going to lose. He tried so hard to protect everyone, making amends to all the things he’d failed to do before, but it wasn’t enough. He had found himself once again being choked to death, wondering if this was it, but now Nancy and Robin were being dragged into it, too.

Then, the vines fell away, Vecna was molotov and shot point blank relentlessly, and it was over. Heading back to the trailer park and seeing Dustin crying over Eddie’s body, he couldn’t help but think that he hadn’t tried hard enough. No one was supposed to die. They had a clear plan and everything.

Steve didn’t realize he was crying until Eddie wrapped his arms around him tightly. His senses were flooded with Eddie and with each deep breath he took, he could smell weed and sweat and fresh cotton sheets grounding him. Steve clutched onto his shirt until his knuckles were white.

They almost lost him. Steve almost lost him. Seeing his body on the floor, covered in blood and haphazard makeshift bandages was like a splash of cold water. He honestly thought that they were starting to get close, too, that they could be good friends, and the possibility of losing that made his heart heavy.

“Fuck, sorry. I don’t know why -”

“It’s okay, Steve, just let it out,” Eddie soothed, rubbing circles on his back.

“I was supposed to be the one to check on you.”

Steve buried his face in his shoulder, letting Eddie lead them to the bed where he gently sat them down. When his breathing slowed, Steve pulled away, his entire face red from embarrassment and crying. Eddie cupped his chin gently before he could turn away completely.

“Hey,” Eddie said softly, “We’re okay. I’m okay. I’m here. We’re safe.”

Steve squeezed his eyes shut as he took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. He appreciated Eddie giving him a moment to collect himself, guilt filling his head for making him deal with his issues after barging into his room. Eddie was right, everything was fine. The plan worked and Vecna was gone. He was here right next to him, the heat of his hand that moved from his chin to his shoulder reassuring him as much.

“I’m sorry,” Steve said again, wiping at his cheeks with a sniff.

“It’s all good, Steve.” Eddie’s smile with those bright eyes and dimpled cheeks made him break into a smile. God, Steve had it bad. “I, uh, I’ve been smoking weed every night just so I could sleep and chugging down gallons of coffee to get through the day. It doesn’t get rid of the nightmares, but they’ve been more… manageable. Still, now and then, I get those nights where those nightmares felt so real and the first few times it happened, it scared my uncle to death.”

“You should have called us when that happened,” Steve scolded.

“I know.” Eddie scooted closer, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. “Thought you guys dealt with enough of me the past couple of weeks already. I appreciate Robin and Nancy helping me with my grades and the boys checking in on me. It’s… nice having this much support. I owe you guys.”

Steve shook his head, running a hand through his messy hair. “You don’t owe us anything, man. Just… don’t shut us out. That’s something I’m still learning and I’ve been dealing with this stuff for a while. And, look,” he hesitated, huffing when he couldn’t find the right words to reassure him and instead said, “I’ll even play a game with you guys.”

He didn’t know Eddie’s eyes could get any wider. “Really?” Eddie asked excitedly. He jumped up from the bed and gasped. “Are you really Steve Harrington?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “Come on, man. I wanna know what the hype is about and maybe I’d be able to spend more time with the kids, you know?”

“And me?” Eddie hid his face behind his curly hair, doe-like eyes peeking out and practically twinkling at him.

“Yeah,” Steve said warmly, a stupid smile on his face. At this point, he didn’t really care. He already freaked out and cried in front of him. Probably got snot on his shirt, too. “You, too.”

“Steve Harrington,” Eddie said in a sing-songy voice, the same way he did when they were in the Upside Down. He walked over until he was standing in front of him. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”

“I’ve been surprising myself a lot lately.”

Steve found himself reaching out to him. Eddie eyed him curiously and took it, feeling himself yanked over onto the bed. He landed with a huff, limbs splayed as Steve laid on his side watching him. Eddie’s heart seized, waiting to see what he’ll do next. He had the urge to fix a stray hair hanging over Steve’s forehead, then froze with his hand in mid-air. Steve caught this, bumping his forehead against his hand as a silent reassurance that it was okay, before lying on his back.

“So,” Steve said, breaking the silence, “You have time to decide whether you want to play at my place or not. It’s cool. We’ve got movie night on Saturday. I’m assuming Robin told you already.”

Eddie was grateful for the topic change because he did not want to deal with that conversation with someone who had just become comfortable being emotionally vulnerable with. Robin had come out to him during the second week of studying together and said that Steve knew about it, too. He’d heard that before, people being supportive of queer people until one starts being interested in them. Robin insisted that Steve wasn’t like that, but he didn’t want to take that risk.

“What are we watching?”

“The kids wanted to watch the Star Wars Trilogy again since Max hadn’t seen it yet.”

“Ah, so you can watch Princess Leia in a bikini strangle Jabba the Hutt?” Eddie teased with a smirk.

“And there’s Han Solo, too. Handsome, suave, and sarcastic,” Steve pointed out, “You know, a few girls have said that I reminded them of Han.”

“Really? Were they really watching the movie or were you guys busy doing something else?”

Steve scoffed. “What? You don’t think so?”

“You are not suave, Steve Harrington. Kind of expected more from the King of Hawkins High.” Eddie waved a hand over him dismissively. But him being handsome and sarcastic? Yes, he was.

“What?” Steve raised himself with his elbow, looking down at him in disbelief. “Excuse me, I climbed through a window to get to you.”

“Oh? Was that you trying to woo me?” He raised an eyebrow in challenge, his hands coming up to pillow the back of his head. Steve really wanted to slap the smug face off of him. Or kiss him.

Steve’s face flushed. Why exactly did he do that? It was the spur of the moment, but a part of him wanted to make some kind of impression on him. He knew that Eddie wasn’t doing so well mentally and if almost slipping from his rooftop lifted his spirits, Steve would do it again. It also made him feel reminiscent of when times were so carefree and easier. HIs few moments with Eddie always made him feel this way and no matter how many times he thought him obnoxious, a part of him, that’s been growing and growing, had been excited to see him again.

“Did it work?” Steve mumbled.

“What?”

“The window stuff.” He gestured to the window like it was obvious before looking back at him with a look Eddie couldn’t pin down. “Did it woo you?”

“Stop messing with me, Harrington,” Eddie said, his voice sounding rougher than he intended.

He immediately regretted his tone when Steve’s face dropped. This guy was confusing him to no end and it was getting frustrating. He wasn’t used to seeing this side of Steve and he didn’t want to get the wrong impression. How was he able to tell if he was flirting or mocking him or lightheartedly joking with him?

“Whatevers, man,” Steve muttered, sitting back up. He scrubbed his face with a tired sigh then stood up. “Look, I didn’t mean to snap at you earlier. I’m truly grateful for what you did for us. It really helped save our asses and you did make sure that Dustin was safe before you charged out like a maniac.”

“But?”

Steve kept his back turned to him as he pressed on. “It was hard seeing you like that.”

“Steve…”

“Man, Dustin was losing it,” he quickly added with a sniff, wiping his eyes with his sleeve, “Do you know how heavy you are? Doesn’t help when I had some kid screaming in my ear.” He chuckled, his feet shuffling towards the door. “I’m, uh, I’m going to head out now. Remember to call us if you need anything.”

“Steve,” Eddie said quietly. Steve stopped with his hand on the door knob. “What if I need something now?”

He tilted his head back to him, waiting for him to continue. Eddie steeled himself, making sure to keep eye contact with Steve.

“Stay?”

Steve’s hand fell limply at his side. “Are you sure?”

Eddie nodded. He was expecting him to turn that knob and, at the very least, bid him goodnight, leaving Eddie with a heavy heart filled with regret. Instead, he watched as Steve shrugged out of his jacket, tossing it over his desk chair, before joining him back on the bed. He found himself exhaling as he settled back in easily. Steve picked up Romeo and Juliet, flipping through it with a frown.

“You don’t think people used to talk like this, right?” he asked.

“Nah, I think people thought Shakespeare was a freak, too.”

They shared a laugh before trying to tackle his English assignments. They didn’t get that far, exhaustion from the rollercoaster of emotions of that night settling in. It was the first time in a very long time that the both of them got a full, undisturbed, rest.

If they woke up with entangled limbs, no one said anything. Wayne certainly didn’t when he saw them coming out of Eddie’s room, only giving them a nod before heading to the kitchen to start on breakfast. Steve didn’t put up much resistance with him when Wayne insisted he stay and eat first. His knees bumping against Eddie’s as they ate together before heading out into their respective cars.

“See you tomorrow?” Eddie asked, as if Steve would change his mind about inviting him over.

“Might see you later today,” he said, leaning against his car, “I’m picking up the gremlins after school.”

“You should just buy a soccer mom van, Stevie.”

He laughed with a shake of his head, tapping the roof of his car before climbing in. “Better get going, Eds, or you’ll be late.” Steve turned on his radio and cranked up the volume, one of Eddie’s Dio tapes playing as he pulled out of the driveway.

Eddie stared after him with a wide grin, feeling feather light and giddy. He didn’t even notice his uncle leaning by the front door.

“Good kid, that Harrington,” he commented before stepping back in. “He’s right, though. Try not to get a speeding ticket, boy.”

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