#i know they are flirty by nature and have no concept of personal space

[scullaaaaaay]

Mulder and Scully are having sex in secret during Milagro and The Unnatural and no one can change my mind.

#i know they are flirty by nature and have no concept of personal space #but there's no way #THERE'S NO WAY #mulder x scully #the x files

[ckret2]

So y'all know the Gravity Falls production bible that leaked three weeks ago. Someone in one of my discord servers pointed this out:

And, naturally, that spawned an entire AU.

AU Concept: Ford was kicked out instead of Stan and takes a job as a trucker to makes ends meet since he couldn't go to college, while still studying the weird and anomalous however he can.

Ford driving around from quirky small town to quirky small town, drifting through the liminal spaces of truck stops, meeting odd people in isolated diners, seeing strange things out on the road—a deer with too many eyes bounding across a two-lane highway, a flirty woman at a rest stop who doesn't blink or breathe, mysterious lights in the sky at night, inhuman growls on the CB or 50-year-old broadcasts on the radio—and taking notes when he stops for gas or food.

Aside from having gotten kicked out before graduating high school, Ford's the same person he is in canon.

He's still an ambitious guy, and here "ambitious" means working hard and saving as much money as he can—so, a long haul owner-operator who spends weeks at a time on the road. (He goes through a LOT of educational audiobooks.) Plus, this is the easiest way for him to get to travel the country; and since it looks like his "travel the world" dreams with Stan are dead, he'll take what he can get.

Since he's never in the same spot long and carries his life in a truck, almost all of Ford's research is in his journal. His bag of investigation supplies has an instant camera, a portable tape recorder, a thermometer, a flashlight, rubber gloves, and a few zip lock bags—and that's about it. It has to share space with all his clothes, toiletries, and nonperishable food when he's on the road. He doesn't have much opportunity to closely examine anything odd he finds, unless he's lucky enough to run into something when he can stop for the night. He has to cram his paranormal research around the side of his full-time job.

He doesn't live in Gravity Falls, but he knows it exists. Every time he moves—to Chicago, to Nebraska, to California—he seems to inch closer. He currently lives in Portland and usually hauls loads between the Pacific Northwest and Chicago or New York. He stops at the truck stop outside Gravity Falls when he can and has gone fishing in town a few times. He doesn't have the benefit of extensive research to know that this is the weirdest town in the world; but it seems pretty weird to him, there are local rumors about the town, and he's had some weird experiences in the area.

Plus, he can't explain it, but it's like the town's calling to him. He wants to move there, but it'd put him over an hour outside of Portland where the nearest jobs are. Maybe if somebody chucked him like $100k to build a cabin in the woods; but what are the odds of that?

He does know Fiddleford. Truck broke down somewhere and Fiddleford kindly pulled over to fix it on the fly. They looked at each other, had mutual knee-jerk "dumb trucker/hillbilly" reactions, and within ten minutes both went "oh wait you're the most brilliant genius i've ever met." Fiddleford's living the same life he was in canon before Ford called him to Gravity Falls—with his family in California, trying to start a computer company out of his garage—but they make friends and keep in contact.

One time Ford stops at a kitschy roadside knickknack store that also sells new agey magic things—crystals, tarot cards, incense, etc. He bought a "lucky" rearview mirror ornament that looks like an Eye of Providence in a top hat and hung it from his cab fan, and ever since then he's had weird dreams whenever he sleeps in his truck.

Things I don't know yet: what Stan's up to; or why Ford's the one who got kicked out. I tend to believe that in canon Stan wasn't just kicked out because he ruined Ford's college prospects, but rather because the family thought he deliberately sabotaged Ford; so in this AU, Ford would've been kicked out over a proportionate crime.

#gravity falls #gravity falls au #grunkle ford #stanford pines #fanart #my art #my writing #(since i'm not posting a chapter this week this is y'all's substitute Writing And Art From Me) #(i traced the trucks & diner background and i am not ashamed bc i cannot be assed. i just wanna draw ford in Situations) #(i tried a new kind of lining & coloring on the truck! i will never be doing it again!) #(for my follower who's into vehicles: his truck's based on a late 70s Kenworth W900A. loosely. the headlights are anachronistic.) #(the design has been simplified via the logic of—) #(—'if I don't think that detail would be included in a cheap Optimus Prime toy then I don't need to draw it.') #(EDIT: over a week later i realize i typed freightliner instead of kenworth... i don't know why i typed freightliner.) #(i hope the reason no one corrected me is because no one noticed rather than because y'all think im dumb)

[pomplalamoose]

Sorry to message again, but I loved your answer to my ask so much, now I’d love a follow up to how post-ROTJ luke acts once he decides to get rid of the no attachment rule and pursue you 😅

Please don't apologizeeee, I'm having a great time with this!!!! I'm so happy to (hopefully) make you happy with this as well🤠

• it differs from person to person of course but I, for one, am not exactly enthusiastic about the Jedi's no-attachment-rule

• and Luke isn't either

• to leave behind everyone he deeply cares for would pretty much mean to leave behind a big part that defines him

• one of Luke's biggest strengths IS the way he loves and how he is able to see the good in people, no matter what

• it's how he defeated Palpatine and saved his father

• so naturally he struggles a lot with the concept, especially when it comes to you

• on one hand he really wants to honor and correctly carry on a thousand year old legacy, ask well as respecting Obi-Wan's and Yoda's teachings

• on the other hand he is aware of the many flaws they had and has his own ideas and thoughts to add

• I like to think that in building his new Jedi Academy, Luke overhauls a lot of what was before to make it fit with his own beliefs and experiences

• he won't stray too far away from the old code but recognizes that much of it can be rather harmful too

• though this is a process and especially in the early stages, Luke finds himself yearning for something to hold on to, to lead him in his new quest

• even if that means turning a blind eye to his blooming feelings for you

• this, he will later realize, not only hurts himself but you as well

• stuck deeply in his thoughts and with a guilty conscience, neither does he notice the ways in which you look at him

• it aches you deeply, to see him so conflicted when before he was acting so differently towards you

• at the same time you respect that he needs his time and space to figure things out for himself

• you too spend a lot of time thinking and re thinking about the no-attachment-rule and what it means for your life

• (and are ready to immediately throw it out of the window should Luke decide to return your feelings)

• possibly you view the old Jedi code in a more critical light than Luke does and that's what rather often leads to heated discussions that you can't help but take to heart

• at this time you are still very much unaware about what has been going on though

• Luke does not want to drag you into his personal struggle so he doesn't tell you anything at first

• the only thing you notice is the way he's rather hot and cold with you, often leaving you in confusion

• one time he's charming and flirty, making you blush and your heart race

• the next day, however, he suddenly acts as if none of that ever happened and with time you grow really frustrated

• to you it seems like he's playing with your feelings

• but how are supposed to know that he's trying to do the opposite?

• (please cut him some slack, he's doing the best he can)

• Luke often lies awake at night, thinking about you, contemplating what it is that's leaving him so conflicted

• again and again he vows to not let you too close to him and his heart, deciding it's for the best

• he truly thinks he's doing the both of you a favor, even while your confused and pleading eyes make him want to cry

• at the same time he can't stop himself from sharing exciting news with you, can't help making you laugh and can't ignore how deeply he enjoys to just be around you

• after a while of this going on, you corner him during a quiet moment, demanding to know what the hell he thinks he is doing

• no matter how blinded by love you may be, you won't have him treat you this way

• Luke is horrified by what he hears, he hadn't realized how erratic and hurtful his behavior had become

• he was so convinced he had been fighting his battles in silence and without the knowledge of those around him

• this is when he, very much ashamed, admits to you what has been troubling him recently

• you feel like something punched you in the gut when he reveals to very well returning your feelings but doing his hardest to push them away

• in the end you will yourself to be patient

• whatever choice Luke is going to make, you will accept

• and if that means he will never think of you as more than a friend in order to preserve the peace and the New Republic, so be it

• you cry yourself to sleep that night

• you can't look him in the eye the next day nor the day after that

• thankfully Luke finally decides to listen to his heart

• and was it not the Force that brought you together in the first place?

• how can his feelings be wrong?

• desperate to make up for everything he put you through, he realizes he has no idea how

• he doesn't even know if you like him back

• (I truly believe he can be this dense sometimes)

• I'm sure he'd turn to Leia, who's all too happy to help after suffering through all that drama along side you, listening to your endless tirades about her stupid brother

• after properly setting him straight, she assures him that in no way will you turn down his advances

• still unsure but feeling decidedly better he seeks you out

• you talk for a very long time

• you get the heartfelt apology you deserve

• Luke is still struggling but makes sure to tell you in detail about everything that has been weighing him down and how much, despite it all, he cares for you

• both of you end up crying

• it's almost, almost, a love declaration

• when you describe your point of view he is genuinely upset and apologizes again

• in fact he can't stop apologizing until you tell him to shut up

• in the end you both admit to your feelings but agree to take it slow; it is more than you ever dared hoping for

• and while Luke is not able to let go yet, his thoughts still plaguing him, they are in the open now

• when you are about to leave he takes hold of your hand and kisses you for the first time

• it's clumsy but sweet and you hug after

• you hold each other for a long time, neither of you wanting to let go

#ask #luke skywalker #star wars #fanfic #luke star wars #star wars fanfiction #luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker x you #star wars a new hope #star wars empire strikes back #star wars return of the jedi #luke skywalker fanfiction #headcanons

[sukunasun]

i actually think about professor nanami so much.. i think as someone who is also a little awkward i really love the idea of nanami having to go through a lot of trial and error when it comes to his romantic life (especially when most everything in life comes naturally to him). he's just.. not a very flirty or suave person, kinda tense and awkward, but still so deserving of love, and has so much of it to give. i think (i hope!) at some point he meets someone who he just clicks with naturally (which is so foreign and unusual to him). and yes! the quiet ones seem to be the freakiest lmao when you visit him in the office, he can't help but whisper, right in your ear, the nastiest things but anyways

i love this concept so much. as always, your writing is astounding!!

it's why professor Nanami, K. PhD. is everyone's favourite jaded scholar. with his awkwardness and yearning. contrary to popular belief, there's a lot to the surface actually. he's got nothing to hide, no rubbing shoulders or ruffling feathers. a man of his work, honest, thorough, and that tiny bit meticulous—okay maybe a lot meticulous. but never difficult per se...exactly why the space on his ring finger lays barren after all these years is a topic taking academia by storm.

the problem is—he has no game. no charms or chances with beautiful women all around. brains and beauty so beyond him. kinda like how he takes up polo in his freshman year because he's not big enough, fast enough, a league he can never be a part of. who even cares about football teams and rugby tournaments anyway.

but oh would you look at that gorgeous horse. there's something about the way he mounts a stallion, golden hair glinting under an afternoon sun and a pretty black helmet. feet perched in leather boots. oohs and ahhs ringing for the lean rookie who sports a perfect pair of trousers and wins a charity game inclusive of a shiny new rolex he doesn't care for. a popping cork resounds and champagne glistens on his eyelashes when they celebrate, sparkling rivulets down a heated cheek. there's a picture of it hanging in a glass cabinet down the hall. he passes it by and it never occurs to him that he is anything more than a loser who can't get a girlfriend. a paradox if you may.

he has to start somewhere, yet his methodology is flawed. meeting people has never been his strong suit, all shaky fingers and not knowing what to say. there are only so many seconds to stay silent before things get uncomfortable. no, he's not joining a speed-dating event or an app despite the countless attestations. he can't trust plain statements. which is why he spends the rest of the night cooped up in his dorm reading user statistics instead.

"make them laugh, say something cute, ask them about their hobbies," gojo suggests . like it's so easy. "worst comes to worst you could always beg," he adds. the smile on his face tells nanami (1) he's done it before and (2) nothing is too beneath satoru. here, he notes that gojo is as desperate as he is demanding of it. searches for love like a missing child picks at breadcrumbs in the middle of a forest, finding his way back to warmth and comfort when it's been missing for so long.

while geto offers a more tactical approach, "what's your type?" because suguru loves breaking down psyches and personalities. categorising, compartmentalizing. he'll only give in so much for what it's worth, for what he deems enough before he cuts them loose. or as gojo puts it, "guru-chan only thinks about love." the countless hearts he's broken shall be a testament to his boredom and non-committal tendencies. no one blames him, suguru's been writing about desire and the death of romance for years. call it an occupational hazard.

kento decides he'll need time. he's got a shit ton of things to do anyway. carves out an hour each day to peruse the courtyard and library in hopes of a meeting that's innate...fated. maybe it'll happen if it's meant to be. he's so tired of it all. god, he sounds like such a sap. it's unlike him, so unbecoming and unsightly. but these are good locations to meet, he's also aware that it's prime time, not too sunny or windy or so cold the tip of his nose gets red. he hates when people point it out. low hanging fruit duh. plus, the most important factor is contribution. what is he prepared to give. he's observant and curious but never too much as to feign interest. it gives him the chance to be—he thinks of the word—authentic.

as it goes, the results are lacklustre. no one is crazy enough to talk to a random stranger on a tuesday. it's no wonder why they've resorted to hookups and 'wyd's. maybe it's the sex he's missing. a new branch in the mindmap. "am i sexy?" he blurts out while haibara is busy with his daily reading, currently an article entitled 'Rice, Rice, Baby: The Complex History of the Domestication of Rice.' he looks kento from head to mid-torso, blinking twice, then tilts his head, nodding as if to say, 'hm, not bad', "i think you could pass as sexy."

nanami groans, "i think i'm done for," is a hypothesis bordering on conclusion. he goes back to tapping away at his keyboard, what else is he to do but write about it. this is how he makes sense of things, to be in control of them. he comes up blank by the ten thousandth word and all that's left are three ellipses on a new blank page. he sighs heavily, shuts his laptop, and goes back to the drawing board. although, he's got much to encourage him, he makes a nice cup of tea, some freshly baked bread, and that sweater he's bought at a summit in scotland has been running through the dryer for thirty seconds. his worries and loneliness shall be set aside the moment he puts it on.

...

#prof nanami pls date me #ask #anon #sunpiece #nanami kento phd #nanami hcs #cant believe i missed this in my inbox thanks so much for sending it in!!!

[gilly-moon]

Ooh Iwaoi for the ask game? ^^

when I started shipping it if I did:

It took a while into the manga/anime for me to warm up to Oikawa (and by association, Iwa). But man, that second match between Karasuno and Seijoh fully wrecked me. Oikawa became my favorite character, and Iwaoi overtook Kuroken as my favorite ship.

my thoughts:

Honestly I just want to take this space to gush about how much I love Oikawa. He's the real reason I like this ship (no shade to Iwa, he's super likeable on his own too) and remains one of my favorite anime characters of all time. The struggle he goes through as someone who worked hard as hell to be as good as he is, only to watch some kid come in on 'natural talent' and threaten his spot on the team, like...damn, that's not an easy thing to go through as a high schooler. The scene where he almost attacks Kageyama is heart-breaking, and I love that Iwa is there to knock him back to his senses. I love that he's imperfect, and gets angry, and flirts WAY too much - and yet, he's the glue that holds his team together. He's hyper aware of the strengths and weaknesses of those around him, and can even take a clumsy team of total strangers and transform them into a well-oiled machine. He's boastful and proud and a little mean, but his team know this and accept him anyway because he's still their friend. They (mainly Iwa and the other third-years) balance him out, calling him out or making fun of his behavior when he deserves it, but always having his back when he needs them. UGHH I could go on all day but. Yeah. He just means a lot to me.

What makes me happy about them:

I love that Iwa keeps Oikawa honest and in line. Iwa's always there to knock Oikawa down a peg or call him Shittykawa when he's genuinely doing something stupid or egotistical. He doesn't take any of his crap, but it's so obviously coming from a place of care and love. He knows there's a good person underneath the boastful exterior, but he also knows that Oikawa's pride isn't baseless. When he needs to, he lets Oikawa take the spotlight and shine, and supports him without question. And Oikawa knows this. He relies heavily on Iwa. His pride has historically been a fragile thing, a cover for so many insecurities that he buries down until they fester into anger. Without Iwa there to guide him and keep him grounded, he may not have been as successful or stable as he turned out to be. Constantly, they're working to support each other's strengths, whether on the court or in their personal relationship. They're childhood friends, they're lovers, they're soulmates, and time or distance will never break their bond.

What makes me sad about them:

That they never got to wreck Shiratorizawa in an official match. Ok, well, in truth it's that I think they'd have a really rocky relationship before any sort of happy ending. There are a few doujins by Gusari (aka the mangaka for Given) where they end up together in highschool, but break it off, only to reunite later after college and...I honestly think that's the truth. I think Oikawa's insecurities would effect him getting into a relationship with someone who knows him so deeply. He'd get defensive, Iwa would get frustrated, they'd fight, and break it off, only to spend several miserable years alone before finding each other again. It's part of what I love about them - this idea that they're imperfect, and fight their way back to each other because of how deep their love goes - but man I have shed many tears over this concept.

things done in fanfic that annoys me:

Disregarding that Oikawa has insecurities. Or only depicting him as prideful and flirty, and antagonistic to his rivals. He is all of those things, but he's also more. SO much more. I'm also not a fan of when Iwa is bashful or shy when it comes to intimacy. He can be just as pushy as Oikawa if not more, and taking that away from him feels so wrong.

things I look for in fanfic:

Bottom Oikawa :) and either hints or full-on deep dives into his insecurities. I'm also a fan of situations where Iwa gets rightfully fed up with Oikawa, and Oikawa has to come clean about whatever he was doing because he's terrified of losing his best friend (usually resulting in a confession).

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: 

Honestly? No one. These two are soulmates.

My happily ever after for them:

Kind of already mentioned it earlier, but a reconciliation after being apart for many years is my ideal. Whether that's an AU ending where they're working & living in the same city, or the canon ending where they figure out how to make long-distance work. These two are the type of couple where, even if years pass between seeing each other, as soon as they're together, it's like they were never apart. (And I usually hate endings where a couple is long-distance or always apart, so it says a lot to the strength of their relationship that I think they could do just that and still be happy)

who is the big spoon/little spoon:

Both!!

what is their favorite non-sexual activity:

Other than volleyball, they seem like the type of couple to really enjoy going out for food, or cooking meals together. They have activities that they like more individually, but they both agree on food. It's very domestic and couple-y but is also something they probably did a lot when they were still just friends, so a dinner date is really low-stress for them.

#iwaoi #god i missed talking about these two #time to go reread all those doujins

[katyasrussianaccent]

you’re so golden (corpse x reader)

Summary: You’re a faceless youtuber that sings cover songs. What happens when a certain faceless streamer slides into your DMs after you cover one of his songs?

Authors note: Part 3 whoop! I havent written fic in 3 years so Im hoping this is okay. Its about 4000 words, super long, sorry. I also dont play Among Us, but hopefully its not too obvious. Lemme know what you think!

You're nervous, though you aren’t quite sure why. The kind of nervousness that spreads to your feet, causing you to tap your toes against the side of your sofa.

Call you in 15. 

You look at the message again, staring at it till the screen goes blurry. Rubbing your eyes you exhale into the emptiness of your apartment; a feeble attempt at calming yourself down.

Logically it’s stupid to be nervous over a phone call. Logically you know that in the grand scheme of the universe, there are bigger things at hand. But you’re not a logical person, never have been. You’re all heart and emotion, both a blessing and a curse. There’s something intimate about a phone call, to have nothing but someone’s voice on the other end of the phone, talking to you and only you. It was a little scary; to think your purely online friendship with Corpse was going to be taken to a different level. You’re excited to think what that could mean.

“Fucking get it together,” you mutter to no-one as you exhale again, because there’s nothing else to do other than to wait and try to breath. There’s this frantic energy about you; like when you eat fizzy sweets, the flavour buzzing on your tongue. Your ancestors used to hunt wolves and here you were nervous over a single phone call.

The silence in your apartment’s too much now; too noisy. You grab your TV remote, clicking onto Spotify to find something. You’re scrolling so much, none of the artists feeling quite right for the moment before settling on Sufjan Stevens.

The dulcet tones fill the space, and for a brief second, you feel fine. You’re feeling relaxed and then your phone lights up.

Incoming Facetime Audio

“Fuckfuckfuckfuck” you say. Your face feels warm, your heart quickens in your chest. You could just ignore it, say you’re not feeling too good and that would be that, you wouldn’t have to do this. But it’s Corpse, you like Corpse and you’re kind of friends.

You swipe to accept the call, and press the button for speaker. 

“Hey,” you say, cringing at the meek tone your voice has taken on.

“Hey,” Corpse’s deep voice rumbles through your tiny speaker, distorting slightly and you press the volume button to turn it down a little.

There’s a beat of silence, a beat too long, and you already hate how awkward this is. You’re not great at social stuff, the concept of being a social butterfly is almost foreign to you. And it’s not because you dislike people, it’s just you hate this; the small talk, the awkwardness before you get comfortable and can hold an actual conversation.

You suddenly remember a tip from your customer service days. “How are you?” you ask, plastering on a grin so wide that it must look borderline demented. Thank god you’re single. 

“I’m okay thanks, how are you?” he asks.

You lounge back against the soft cushions of the sofa, lifting the phone up to your mouth as you do so. “I’m good, excited to be taught by the Among Us master.”

He snorts in disdain. “Hardly a master.” 

You chew your lip before you speak again, “I dunno, people on the internet think you’re pretty good.”

He snorts again, and you smile at the sound. It’s not something you’ve heard from him before, through your hours of watching his streams, you’ve become accustomed to his voice and the noises he makes. But this one seems to be new. And maybe it’s the weird, selfish part of you that likes to think he’s only ever made that sound for you. You shake the thought out of your head, because really? Getting happy over a snort is really such a ridiculous thing to do. 

“People on the internet say a lot of things.”

“True, but sometimes they speak the truth,” you reply, moving to get more comfortable; tucking your feet under your thighs. You wonder what he’s doing right now as he talks to you, is he sitting down? Or is he lying on his bed; his head propped up with pillows? There’s a brief flash of yearning, of wanting to be there in the same room as him, but it disappears as quickly as it appeared so you ignore it.

“Hm. We’ll agree to disagree.”

“Okay, you’re the boss Mr Husband.”

He chuckles softly, and again, you smile. You can feel yourself getting annoyed with yourself; you’re acting like a child with a crush; smiling at the phone. All you needed now was a notebook that had Mrs YN Husband written all over it.

“You know if you keep calling me that, we’re gonna have to get married,” he says, his voice a little lower than it was before. You blink and cock your head to the side, looking at an imaginary camera like you’re in The Office. Did you say that out loud? Is he...flirting with you? Sure, you’re flirty over Twitter, but it’s Twitter, Twitter isn’t real. There’s a fluttery feeling in your stomach at the mere prospect that he might actually be flirting with you.

“I’d be the best wife you could ever get,” you shoot back. There’s a brief second of silence before he answers, and you can hear shuffling on the other end. You want to ask what he’s doing, but you know it would break the conversation, and you’re curious to see where this goes.

“Oh really? And why’s that?” he asks, and you can picture the smirk in his voice. You have no idea what he looks like, no real care about it either, but you bet he’s got a beautiful smile. You bite your tongue before it tells him this, for once your brain actually works and stops you from making a fool out of yourself. It’s incredibly strange, how quickly he puts you at ease without a try, he’s just so naturally comforting. He’s not this flashy persona, he’s just a guy who likes to play video games and happens to be kinda good at them. And also has a voice that is literally like chocolate. Not just chocolate; dark chocolate. If dark chocolate could talk, it would sound like Corpse.

“Cos your girl can cook,” you say proudly, puffing out your chest a little. And that’s not a lie, you can cook. Okay, you’re not a Michelin starred chef, but you feel quite confident in the fact that Gordon Ramsey could eat your food, and probably (hopefully) wouldn’t scream that it was “fucking raw”. 

“And what would you cook for me?” he asks. 

You hum in thought for a second. “You’ll have to marry me first to find that out.”

He laughs, a proper laugh that settles in your stomach, spreading warmth through your chest. “I’ll think about it. I can hear music, what are you listening to?”

You straighten up a little, the question catching you off guard. You bite the inside of your cheek as you look at the song that’s playing. It’s not his type of music, you’re almost positive about that. You almost don’t want to tell him out of embarrassment. You’re not sure why you feel embarrassed; you know Corpse isn’t an asshole, he wouldn’t make fun of you. But music is so personal to you, so personal, it’s like baring a piece of your soul; which sounds so fucking cliche, but it’s true.

“Uhhh...It’s called Make out in My Car by Sufjan Stevens,” you reply.

He hums in affirmation. “It sounds nice; from what I can hear.”

“I can turn it up?” you ask, leaning forward to grab the remote off the coffee table.

“You could always sing some for me,” he offers. 

You laugh a little, scrunching up your nose. “And why would I do that?”

“I thought you wanted to get married. You have to woo me,” he replies.

“Woo you?” you ask, your tone incredulous. This isn’t how you pictured the conversation going.

“Yeah. Woo me, yn.” he says, dragging out the “o” causing you to laugh again.

You sigh dramatically. “I haven’t warmed up or anything, it’s gonna sound so bad” you warn as you put the song to the beginning.

“I’m sure you sound great. Go ahead, woo me.” 

You shake your head as you softly sing. “I'm not trying to go to bed with you, I just wanna make out in my car. And though I'm dying to fall in love with you, I just wanna make out in my car”. You stop and you’re suddenly very aware that you have essentially just serenaded him. Good going, brain.

It’s silent for a beat too long, and the smile that graced your lips starts to fade as the embarrassment starts to set in. 

“Well now we definitely have to get married,” he affirms. And there’s that fluttery feeling again.

You swallow, moving the conversation swiftly onto Among Us. You grab your laptop that was next to you, humming in acknowledgement as he walks you through downloading it. 

“So there’s a few of us joining us tonight, it should be really fun.”

“Oh. It’s not just us two?” you ask. You focus on the download, watching the number increase. You’re nervous at the prospect of playing with other people, strangers, for the first time. 

“No, it’s a 4 player minimum. We’re going to stream as well.”

“Corpse…” you start. You begin to pick at the skin around your nails, a habit you do whenever you get really anxious. This was meant to just be a cute moment where you learnt how to play a game, not a big event where people would be actually watching you, judging your every move.

“We’re going to do a few games off stream with you, you don’t need to be there for the stream after if you don’t want to,” he interrupts. 

“Okay,” you trail off, your teeth biting down on your bottom lip. You feel a little better, but not by much. You didn’t know who the other people were, what if they hated you? You ask this out loud.

“I’ll be there. You know Rae and Sykkuno. Felix, Sean and Toast will be there but they’re super nice, I promise.” His voice is sincere, and it soothes you. You don’t know him, not really know him, but you trust Corpse. You know he has his own struggles, and you believe his promise; he wouldn’t screw you over or put you in a situation you were uncomfortable with.

The rest of the call is him taking you through how to play and how to set up something called Proximity Chat so everyone can talk to each other in the game. He says it’s easier once you actually play, and it doesn’t sound particularly hard quite honestly, you just hope you don’t get imposter on the first try because you’re not the greatest liar. 

The game screen pops up, and you type in the code that Corpse gives you. You say goodbye to Corpse, who tells you to text him if you need any help. You drop into the game lobby, and you look at the little astronaut. There’s no time to dwell as a cacophony of voices hits you.

“YN!” Rae screeches and you chuckle at her enthusiasm. You’ve known Rae for a few years now, you met at college and had become fast friends. Though you had many different interests - gaming for one, you considered her your best friend. Rae was the type of friend where you didn’t need to talk every single day, you could message her a week later and it would be like no time had passed at all. And you loved that, sometimes you just didn’t want to talk to anyone. Sometimes your mood wasn’t the best, and you needed a little time to recharge. And she understood that, something that you were eternally grateful for. 

“Raebies!” you screech back, using your “pet” name for her.

“I’ve been trying to get you to play forever. But Mr Smooth Operator over there slides into your DMs and suddenly you’re a gamer now?”

“It sounds so sordid when you say it like that,” you reply.

“Hi yn! Glad to see you playing with us,” Sykkuno says. You greet him and the others, making sure to say hi to everyone in the game. You didn’t want to start off by being accidentally rude. You listen as everyone talks amongst each other, and you talk when spoken to, but you aren’t interjecting. It wasn’t anything against the other players, it was just a little overwhelming, and you were figuring out what everyone was like.

“Hello,” Corpse’s voice interrupts your train of thought and you greet him along with everyone else. 

“Aw, I wanted purple,” you say, frowning at Corpse’s name above the astronaut.

“We can switch,” he replies.

“No it’s o -” you start to speak before you realise he’s already switched to white. “Thank you, you didn’t have to.” You smile as you switch to purple, and you decide to add a flower for a little pizzazz.

“It’s your first game, I’ll kill you if I get imposter so it’ll even out,” he jokes and everyone laughs. The countdown begins and you puff your cheeks out, exhaling as it gets to 1. You’re nervous again, a seemingly common theme of the night. Your shoulders relax as the word CREWMATE flashes across the screen.

You watch as everyone but Corpse disperses from the cafeteria with haste, and you look at the keyboard to press the buttons to move.

“You ever see an old person text? That’s how I’m picturing you right now,” Corpse says as you walk together to Weapons.

“Shut up Sonny,” you reply in your best old woman voice, getting a laugh. You open up the task, shooting the Asteroids with ease. “Yay, I completed a task!”

“Good job,” Corpse replies, and you beam at the praise. You move down to o2, doing your task while Corpse does his.

“Wait, you could be imposter right? How would I know?” you ask as you walk together to Navigation.

“You wouldn’t, you just have to trust me,” he says, his voice full of charm.

You scowl. “Well that just makes me not want to trust you.” 

Before he replies, there’s a blaring alarm. DEAD BODY REPORTED. You blink at the suddenness; you were really enjoying the relaxing pace of the game. You look at the screen;  Felix has been killed.

“Who found the body?” Corpse asks.

“I did,” Rae answers. “I was in admin, and was going to lower engine and it was there in storage.”

“If you were in admin, why didn’t you go up through Cafeteria?” Toast asks.

“Because it’s quicker to go through storage,” Rae replies. They argue between themselves, and you listen intently and silently. It’s a lot of information, you can’t tell whose lying, but you guess that’s what makes a good player.

“Where were you yn?” Sean quizzes, and it takes you a second to realise you’re being spoken to.

“Oh. I was in um o2?”

“You don’t sound too sure there, pretty sus,” he says. Your face heats up a little, you’re not the imposter, but it feels like you are.

“She was in o2 and then we went to Navigation,” Corpse answers, and you breathe out as he takes on the interrogation.

“Oh you were together?” Rae asks, and you know that tone she’s got. It’s the tone that says she’ll be messaging you right away.

“Well yeah, it’s her first game, I’m not gonna leave her alone,” he says and you smile at that. 

“Yeah we’ve been together the whole time,” you add and it’s left at that. No-one votes anyone out, since no-ones really too suspicious. You carry on the game, and you find yourself really enjoying it, though the questioning part is kind of stressful. You can see why Corpse likes it so much, it’s really fun. You’re in electrical, humming as you do your task when Rae comes next to you. 

“Hey,” you greet her.

“I’m sorry, nothing personal,” she replies. Before you have a chance to say a word, she kills you and you look on in shock as your ghost floats above your body.  You listen into the meeting as Rae continues to lie and plead her case. She’s good, but Corpse knows better.

“Wait, you said you found her in electrical and you were where?” 

“I was in Upper Engine, and then I went to electrical to do my task,” Rae answers, her voice even and calm.

“I was in Lower Engine, and I didn’t see you,” Corpse says, and you grin at the fact Rae’s been found out. That’s what she gets for killing you.

“You were doing your task, I passed right by you,” Rae starts. She pleads her case, but it’s too late and she’s voted out.

“That was so much fun!” you declare. “I can see why you guys play it all the time.”

“Yes! We have converted another!” Felix shouts in victory.

“And all it took was Corpse,” Rae mutters sarcastically.

“Don’t get bitter Rachel, just get better,” you reply, causing the group to laugh.

You get the hang of it after a few games, and find yourself agreeing to stay while the others stream, though you decide against it yourself. You’ve only streamed once by yourself, and it was a very casual affair and you don’t want to feel too much pressure while you enjoy yourself. You know that Corpse gets nervous when he streams and he’s been doing it for so much longer, so you can only imagine how nervous you would be.

You tap your fingernails against the keyboard as the lobby counts down, any previous nerves have been replaced with excitement. 

IMPOSTER flashes across. You’re the only one, your astronaut looks lonely on the screen by itself, and the red letters almost taunt you. 

“Shit,” you mutter as your brain goes into overdrive. What was it Corpse had said before? Not to be too obvious. You don’t kill immediately, instead going at your previous pace to not look too suspicious. You were still fairly new to the game, and you were going to use that to your advantage.

You fake your task in Cafeteria before venting over to Navigation where Toast was.

“Hi Toast!” you greet, coming to stand next to him as you pretend you’re doing the task. 

“Oh hey yn,” he says. It doesn’t seem like he suspects you, and you’re not quite sure when to click the Kill button. You do it anyway before running out and going down and into shields. There’s adrenaline running through you as the dead body’s reported and you crack your knuckles before putting on your game face. You were going to play dumb, play the confused newbie - because to them, that’s what you were. 

“YN, where were you?” Corpse asks. Fuck. Maybe you weren’t going to get away with this.

You twiddle your hair as you draw out your words, playing the role perfectly. “Uhm I was in...shields? I think that’s what it’s called. I was in the cafeteria before that though.”

“Wait, you couldn’t have, I was in weapons. I would have seen you,” Sykkuno says.

You open your mouth to talk. “She could have vented,” Felix comments, and the rest of the group starts to agree.

“Guys, I don’t even know what venting is. I literally just started playing,” you point out, giggling.

“That’s true,” Rae agrees and you knew there was a reason you loved her.

“Bullshit! She’s playing you with her “oh I don’t know how to play” schtick,” Felix proclaims.

“Aw, that’s kind of rude, Felix. I’m just enjoying the game, doing the tasks,” you say, pouting a little. He’s the next on your list. 

Everyone skips the vote and you lean over your laptop, ready for the next round. You were going to win this. You kill Rae and Toast next, and yet again, manage to worm your way out of any suspicion. You can sense that Corpse and Felix are starting to get suspicious of you, and you know you need to bring out the big guns to throw them off.

You catch Sykkuno in Med Bay after checking the cams in Security.

“Hi yn!” he greets, and you almost feel guilty as you kill him. He’s so sweet and innocent, but unfortunately, casualties are a given. You pass Felix as he comes out of reactor and it’s only a matter of time before you’ll have to talk your way out of this one again.

“I passed yn as I came out of reactor,” Felix shouts with a hint of glee.

You roll your eyes; this is going to be tough. “Yeah I came from Upper Engine, I was finishing part 2 of a task.”

“I was in Electrical, where was the body?” Corpse asks.

“Med Bay. And the only one that could’ve been there was yn,” Felix starts.

“Well no, you could have passed me and killed Sykkuno then self reported,” you reply. “I think you can do that right?” 

Corpse hums in agreement. “Oh come on! She’s being really sus,” Felix argues.

“You are being a little sus yn,” Corpse comments.

“Corpse. You don’t really think it’s me do you?” You decide to lower your voice a little, your tone sweet but sultry. “You only taught me like an hour ago, there’s no way I’d be able to fool everybody so quickly.” You get close to the mic so it’s like you’re speaking only to Corpse. “Remember what I said? You’re a master at this.” You’re laying it on thick, and for a brief second you think you’ve been too over the top.

“This is difficult,” Corpse says, and you see the seconds count down, your heartbeat starts to quicken.

“Corpse, stop being a fucking simp and vote her out!” Felix demands.

“Corpsie baby,” you drawl out and you smile in success as you hear him sigh, almost shakily. You’ve got this in the bag. The victory screen flashes up and you cheer.

“Fuck yeah!” you shout, patting yourself on the back. You laugh as you exhale the breath you didn’t know you were holding.

“Good game yn!” Sykkuno comments, the others agreeing.

“Not fair, you used your womanly wiles against Corpse,” Felix says.

“Gotta use them for something. Not my fault Corpse knows where his allegiance lies,” you reply laughing a little.

You stretch, your back crying out in pain from being hunched over so long. You let out a long, loud moan of relief as you straighten your spine, your shoulders relaxing as you move from side to side.

“Your mic’s not muted” Corpse points out, clearing his throat. You feel your stomach drop and your face instantly becomes hot. Shit. 

“Oh. Uh. I totally forgot about that,” you say, forcing out a chuckle. You screw your eyes shut, any happiness has been now replaced by red hot shame. “So this was fun, uh, really fun, but um, I’m gonna, I’m gonna go. So...yeah. Bye guys, have fun!” 

You click to exit without giving anyone a chance to say a word, and drop your head into your hands. 

“Can’t wait to see what they say on Twitter about this,” you mutter into your hands.

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[morganas-pendragons]

Brand | Fives

So! It’s been an eternity since I posted a fic on here - because I was lacking inspiration, and the last time I posted a fic was not long after TCW went off the air - and quite honestly, I was intending to stop posting on Tumblr entirely because even though I now have 1600 followers, I receive better feedback anywhere else but here. 

This fic changes that. Believe it or not, this is my first soulmate!au, and it’s probably the only one I will write! My internet bestie asked me to write a Fives fic, and coupling it with some sprinkled lyrics from The Way I Loved You, this kid was born! I hope you all love it, and I’d love to hear what you think! 

tag: @icanbringyouincold​ // @captainrexstan​ // @embarrassedauthornerd​ // @simping-for-fives​

You’ve never been one for the laughable. Why on earth would the Maker have the concept of soulmates be birthed into this life and keep yours from you? It’s kriffing ridiculous. 

  “Did you see the marks yet? They look like little symbols.. mine are hearts! They appear each place I’m to eventually kiss my soulmate. And you can only see them on the person who’s meant to be your soulmate!” 

Every single time one of your friends brings it up to you - whether or not its at the market, or the bar, or the library - you simply snort and wave your hand dismissively. You’re far too old for soulmates, much less to be able to find yours now. 

Is anyone really that lucky? 

*** 

Dove is sitting at the bar with three of the Coruscant Guard when the idea flits into her head. As the PA to Chancellor Palpatine, she often takes her nights to spend them chatting over a glass of scotch - something Fox had gotten her into during their first date, oddly enough - and nursing bruised knuckles from another bar fight she had won. 

The Corrie Guard makes bets on their PA now. She’s a force to be reckoned with. 

ARC Trooper Fives saunters in by the side of his twin, ARC Trooper Echo. They’ve both been freshly promoted. Dove already knew this, given the nature of how much information she was privy to in regards to the GAR, but she’s keenly interested in the newly promoted trooper because she knows how flirty he is. 

How unfortunate she happens to be friends with you. 

  “Oh, come on... you’re not serious. Are you serious?” You deadpan, tracing a finger along the rim of your glass. “The man is like walking sex and he knows it! He’s not even my type!” A hand wraps around Dove’s wrist as you guide her hand in the direction of his brother, who is nervously attached to his hip. Apparently Seventy-Nines is not exactly his scene. “Him? He is.” 

Dove laughs. It’s a bright, joyful sound that resonates through the thrumming beat of the music that flows through the bar. “Echo is a wonderful trooper and someone I very highly respect given how intelligent he is. He’s a good man. But Fives? Look at him.” You follow Dove’s gaze as Fives weaves in and out of the crowd, flashing a sultry smile and a flirty wink at the waitresses as he sits with another trooper - this one in 501st blue and white with a Republic tattoo on his head - at the opposite end of the bar. “All the charisma and sex appeal... and an advocate for his brothers to get the rights he feels he deserves? That’s a real man right there, and you know it.” 

You run a hand through your hair. It’s so kriffing difficult to gather the courage to take one step. You’re not a naturally flirty person, and it takes all of your energy to be able to hold a conversation with people for more then a few minutes. Dove is right though... there is something naturally alluring about Fives that draws you to him. 

  “There you go... go get him!” 

Your feet drag you in the direction of the ARC Trooper. You shyly tuck a strand of hair behind your ear as Echo sees you first, nudging Fives in the side as you approach, and the twins part to create just enough space for you to stand between them. You can’t help the grin that follows your arrival. 

  “And what’s a pretty thing like you doing all the way over here to visit little old me?” Fives drawls, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes rake up and down your form. “And what are you having?” 

The response you have poised on the tip of your tongue dies when you turn to meet his gaze, and you find yourself staring at his face - which is already beautiful enough - but on his face, there are tiny stars. There’s not many of them, but they are in specific places. 

Both of his eyelids. 

His cheeks. 

HIs knuckles.

One just inside his top lip. 

A trail of them - like a trail of falling stars - scattered along his jaw. 

Oh. Oh... oh kriff. 

What was it you had said about soulmates? The idea was laughable, completely absurd, and absolutely not something you believed in because you would never find yours? 

Yeah, well... oops. 

*** 

You don’t end up telling him. And that, well.. you don’t tell Dove either, because she would simply scold you and the idea of learning to fall in love with Fives from afar seems alot more appealing then gathering the courage to tell him he’s your soulmate. 

The first time you ever consider kissing Fives - the first mark of many, the brand you cannot wash from your memory - is at a gala. Another one of the Senate galas that Dove just has to invite you to because she wouldn’t be caught dead alone at such a drab event. 

You smooth the wrinkles out of your outfit and stand very very still on the overlook that gives an entire view of the ballroom below. You can see General Kenobi and Skywalker, Senator Amidala, several other Senators you don’t care to know the names of mingling with Dove, and.. 

No. No. Why is he here? 

Dread bubbles in your stomach as you watch Fives on the arm of a beautiful woman. He’s dressed in a smooth black tuxedo, hair neatly slicked back and goatee trimmed just perfectly enough to give a rather intoxicating view of his mouth. Fives fit in well with the atmosphere here in terms of sweet talk. And isn’t that all politicians are? 

  “What are you doing up here all on your lonesome?” Echo’s voice sounds at your side as he leans against the railing with you. “Someone as beautiful as you are doesn’t deserve to come to a gala like this alone.” 

He is sensible and so incredible And all my single friends are jealous He says everything I need to hear

You tilt your head inquisitively at the clone and flash a sweet smile. “The Chancellor’s personal assistant is a dear friend. A dearly annoying friend who insists on dragging me to events like this. I’m not much of a socialite.” 

  “Well, as you can see,” Echo laughs as he motions to his brother on the the dance floor. “My brother is very much a socialite, but he prefers the bar and the women to the talk.” 

You don't reply. Your eyes are solely focused on Fives and the stranger, ignorant of the dark feeling bubbling in your stomach. After recognizing how safe you felt around Fives and Echo, you made an effort to meet them at least once a week. They’re human too. People. You had a deep desire to get to know them past the mask of soldier that the rest of the galaxy only saw them as. 

And it's like I couldn't ask for anything better

  “Echo?” 

  “Yeah?” 

Your hands hanging over the railing shift inward as you begin to wring them nervously. “Does Fives...” You pause, grimacing. This is going to sound like such a ridiculous question. “Like me?” 

The younger Domino twin takes a moment before he replies, “I think that meeting someone as gentle as you are may be the best thing to happen to someone like my brother.” He replies quietly. “For someone who has been through as much as we have, that smile?” Echo motions outward to where Fives is brightly laughing, enveloped in the arms of another woman on the dance floor. “Isn’t always quite as real as everyone thinks it is.” 

You take a deep breath. After talking to Fives over many, many brandies, you have garnered up enough courage to approach him without that same lingering fear. He’s just another person. He’s just another person. 

You smooth the wrinkles from your outfit and descend the stairs. Fives’ eyes catch yours the minute you step onto the floor, and the girl he’s dancing with steps aside to allow you to step forward. 

And he says, "You look beautiful tonight" And I feel perfectly fine

  “You clean up nice.” You drawl, eyes gleaming as Fives extends his hand to pull you in. Instead you dip your head and kiss his knuckles. Worn to the touch and scarred from his time on the front. “Care to dance with me?” 

Something brightens in his aspect then. Something you didn’t see when he was dancing with the others on the dance floor, something... softer. More genuine. 

  “It would be my pleasure, darling.” 

So in love that you act insane And that's the way I loved you

*** 

Falling in love with him isn’t immediate. It’s a slow and gradual process that builds over time. you’ve never fallen in love before, much less entertained the idea of being with somebody the way you have imagined life with Fives. 

You still vehemently deny your feelings. Because why would someone like him fall in love with someone like you? You’re not special. You’re not remarkable or extraordinary, you’re just.. you. Plain and simple. And why is that worthy of him?

All you are trying to do is keep yourself from the inevitable heartbreak.

The second time you kiss Fives isn’t anything special. It’s a heat of the moment type of kiss that you should really be kicking yourself for - because why on earth would you kiss him in front of his brothers when he’s half dead? - but you’ve gone and attached yourself to him. 

He’s branded onto you. Heart, body, soul. And you never want to wash him away. 

   “Are you going to wear a hole in the floor?” Echo laughs softly as you pace the length of the waiting room just outside the GAR medbay. You’re a civilian - you aren’t privy to knowledge of what happens on campaigns - but the expression Kix had been wearing when he came out to debrief Echo on Fives condition the first time was enough to tell you it wasn’t good. 

Your heart pounds painfully hard in your ears. 

He has to live. He has to. You’ve gone and gotten yourself attached to him, you’ve gone and fallen in love with him, and now the Maker is going to pull you away from him? He’s going to break you before you ever have a chance for... for something better? Something soft and gentle and warm and real. Loving Fives might be the most genuine act you’ve ever done. 

It’s your privilege. Your honor to know him past Fives, the ARC Trooper. You know him as Fives, the human. And that can mean any number of things. 

You wonder if he feels the same way. 

  “Me’suum’ika!” Fives, who rarely speaks Mando’a but felt it necessary to give you a Mando’a nickname, calls out weakly. Two of his brothers that you don’t recognize sit on either side of the bed. The dopey grin on his face definitely tells you that he’s on some type of painkiller. Probably for the broken collarbone and bruised ribs, not to mention his hand... “Did you and your stunning self get all dolled up just to come here and see me?” 

You raise a brow and peer down at your attire. It’s very simple. Almost something you would wear around the house. 

  “Fives, I’m wearing normal clothes. You know, that civies wear?” You grin and laugh as he gives you two thumbs up. “What on Earth did you do to yourself this time, handsome?” 

  “I swear it’s just a scratch-” 

The one sitting on the right side of Fives’ bed leans outward as Echo murmurs something to him - followed by the medic - and the pair glances at one another before following Echo down the hall to where Kix’s office is. “C-Cabur,” You chide softly, shaking your head. “This is more then a scratch.” 

Dove has been teaching you Mando’a. Of course she knows how to speak it. “Cabur?” Fives furrows his brow. It’s so cute. Ridiculously cute. “What does that mean?” 

The second kiss is to his jaw. You lean in, kiss the space where it meets his ear, and whisper, “Protector.” 

***

  “When are you going to admit to yourself that you’re in love with our brother?” 

The third kiss... oh, that’s the best one. A pointless fight had led from one thing to another, and now you’re storming out into the first storm Coruscant has seen in years. Your apartment is only a few blocks away but you know that with the endurance Fives has, he’s going to catch up with you at some point. 

  “Hey!” His voice is barely heard over the roar of thunder in the distance. You tighten your jacket around your form and trek forward. Don’t look back. You’ll cave if you look back, and he already knows. He figured it out. You kriffing embarrassed yourself in front of all his brothers and ruined it! “Please, please- I’m trying to talk to you!” 

  “Well go back to the bar where you can get anyone you want and talk to them! My energy is in the tank, and I don’t want to socialize anymore!” 

A hand wraps around your wrist and whips you around to face none other then Fives. You, however, are not coordinated in the slightest. The movement and the haze of rain nearly makes you slip.. were it not for the arm that shot out to wrap around your waist and pull you into his body. 

Your heart stops. Entirely. Your mouth parts just barely as you peer up at him in amazement because he’s tall. 

  “Me’suum’ika.” Fives voice is low and warm as he meets your eyes. “What you think you saw is not true. You need to let me explain myself.” 

But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain And it's 2:00 a.m. and I'm cursing your name

 “I don’t want an explanation! I... I have to-” 

  “Have to what?” 

  “I have to let you go!” 

  “But why?” 

  “Because I’m in love with you!” 

Your breathing is heavy as the skies open above you, and the rain begins to fall. Your clothes are soaked through relatively quickly as you tilt your chin upward to meet his eyes. 

Fives curls a hand around your waist. He’s silent for several minutes before lifting a hand to trail his fingers down the bridge of your nose. “There’s stars here.” He whispers. His expression is awed. Your eyes widen in alarm as you- oh. Oh. 

He can see the marks too. 

  “W-Where,” You swallow the growing knot in your throat as you smooth soaking wet hair away from your eyes. “Where else is there marks, Fives?” 

His fingers, calloused and warm, trail along both your cheeks. Your neck, your jaw, your forehead. There’s definitely more of them on you then there is on him. “All over.” He murmurs fondly before tangling his fingers in your hair at the nape of your neck. “Echo said they’re soulmate marks.” 

  “So Echo told-” 

  “Yep.” 

  “Oh...” Your face flushes as you peer up at him and lean upward to press your foreheads together. “Well, if the secrets out....” Nudging his nose with your own, you linger shakily just a few inches short of his lips. You’re too fearful to close the gap. Closing that means it’s real, and he’s yours. 

  “Me’suum’ika, can I kiss you now?” 

You nod eagerly and release a soft sigh as Fives leans inward, pressing your body into his own as he kisses you. It’s real. It’s real. He’s real. You curl your fingers around his shoulders and pull away just as a crack of lightning flashes overhead and oh the way it reflects in his eyes... 

Cosmic. 

  “Fives... I love you.” 

And the way he smiles at that confession.... it’s not a sight you will ever forget. Like I said, he’s branded himself onto you. 

And what a way to have him. 

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[anextraordinarymuse]

Thoughts on 1x02: Time To Start Living

Well, let's jump right in with my first thought: the title for this episode is ridiculously fitting, and not just because it's the name of the song that Theresa Capadiamonte sings at the end.

It's worth noting that the pilot "episode" for Signed, Sealed, Delivered actually originally aired as a TV movie, so even though this is now called episode 2 it's actually the first episode of the TV show. Anyway, the title for this episode is actually a direct reference to Oliver. I said in the last analysis I did that when we meet Oliver he's alive but he's not really living. He's not an active part of the world around him - he's basically in stasis waiting for his missing wife to come home (or do anything, really). This episode is all about breaking out of that stasis and both allowing himself to start living again, as well as learning how to do that.

And one way that Oliver does that? By stepping out of those boundaries that I mentioned previously. It's Oliver's idea to go find Owen/Casey that evening (the kid in witness protection) even though that's wildly out of their purview. Now, this episode apparently takes place a week after the pilot (Shane references her conversation with Oliver "last week" about his wife leaving him) - so, it's interesting that just a week after meeting Shane, Oliver is the one that decides they should drive North to Fort Collins - and the one who decides they should go find the kid. You might miss it at first, but this episode further establishes how alike Shane and Oliver really are at heart. Shane defaults to rebelling but will follow the rules when she agrees with them; Oliver defaults to rule-following but will rebel when it's for greater good. (Oliver is lawful good, Shane is chaotic good).

This episode establishes a lot of Oliver's character for us. We learn that family is important to him and that he loved his grandfather a lot (despite not having had a lot of time with him); that he is protective (which is really what spurs him into action this episode because he wants to protect Casey); that he's empathetic and nurturing (the way he hugs Norman at the end when he learns that the friend he made at the nursing home has passed away); and that he's a private person (he won't tell Shane what he did over the weekend even though the week prior he told her about his wife).

Since this is mostly an establishing episode and is mainly about introducing more of Oliver to the audience, so the letter story in this one is more of a mirror for Oliver than it is for Oliver and Shane. But, that doesn't mean that the episode itself doesn't further enforce and establish that connection between the two of them, because it definitely does. And it does so through physical proximity ... again.

Seriously, these two have no concept of "personal space." Scratch that - their personal space just happens to include each other, apparently. In the overwhelming majority of the scenes that they are in together, Oliver and Shane are standing (or sitting) with little to no space between them. Again, this visually clues us in to the pull and attraction they feel to one another before we're given any other solid indications of it. One of the things that I find so fascinating about body language is that it's subconscious line of communication a majority of the time. We don't have to say a word and our brains will still find a way to broadcast our intentions and underlying feelings in a way that other people can pick up on without consciously realizing it. This is essentially what mirroring is and what it's meant to do. Mirroring is when we copy another person's behavior/actions/words: i.e. you start using another person's turns of phrase, or you physically mirror the way they're standing. (Oliver and Shane do this all the time and it's so fun to see and pick up on.)

Here are a few gifs to demonstrate what I've been talking about. Remember how I said that no one physically gets between Oliver and Shane? Well, here's everyone at the Mailbox Grille, and where is Theresa sitting? Between Rita and Norman.

Meanwhile, here are Oliver and Shane:

Not only are they sitting next to each other, they're actually overlapping. They're not touching, but they would be if Shane leaned back or Oliver leaned forward. In fact, if you watch this scene you'll see that they're sitting so close to one another that their arms are practically touching for basically the whole scene. It'll also give you a better idea of how overlapping they really are: Shane's arm on the table is actually resting where Oliver's arm was moments before.

And we have this scene:

Oliver could have chosen to move to Rita's other side, but he naturally gravitates to the space between Shane and Rita - and he stands closest to Shane. For no reason ... other than he subconsciously wants to be close to her.

And this one:

First of all, look how flirty these idiots are being. It's so cute. Second of all, they're both displaying signs of attraction here: Oliver licks his lips and has raised eyebrows to go along with his smile - both are an indication of interest. Shane isn't quite licking her lips, but she is either running her tongue over her teeth or something similar (which also indicates interest and attentiveness). If you don't believe me, do a quick Google search. Not that it should be hard to believe: in the context of this moment literally everything is screaming "flirting", and you picked up on it even if you didn't realize it.

But also, look at how they overlap again. They literally bump shoulders. They have no concept of personal space or personal bubbles and they've barely known each other for, what ... a week at this point? Ten days? That chemistry and attraction was immediate, folks.

And I love that everyone else naturally seems to know not to get between them. Even Norman, who is ... oblivious? to social cues and interest/attraction somehow naturally knows not to get between Oliver and Shane.

Well, that's all for episode two. Did you pick up on anything I missed?

Next on the docket: episode three!

#sholiver #oliver x shane #shane x oliver #signed sealed delivered #Jess' thoughts

[summerstardust]

Heyaa! I love ur writing, have been eating it all up. Would you consider writing a Missy x reader story in which the reader and Bill become good friends and Missy gets terribly jealous?

AN: Thank you for the lovely request! I hope that you enjoy it!💜💜💜

Jealousy Looks Good On You

Missy x Fem!Reader

Summary:  Missy grows jealous and tries to prove who you belong to because of a misunderstanding.

Warnings:  jealousy, some slight innuendos

Word Count: 2019

You hadn’t known Bill that long, you only met a couple of times in The Doctor’s classes. But the pair of you got along very well, you even played wing woman for her when Bill was trying to woo Heather. Despite not knowing her for that long, because of Bill’s own struggles with sexuality that she was vocal about with you, you felt comfortable enough to come out to her. Like her, your guardians assumed that you identified as heterosexual, and they would be disappointed if they discovered the truth. In both circumstances, they weren’t bad people, just outdated by your standards. 

Bill became The Doctor’s companion first, but The Doctor could see in his classes that you were one of those few people amongst seven billion that he would want to show the universe to. Bill helped The Doctor explain who he really was, because the Timelord tended to just throw people into the truth and it could be quite startling. You happily accepted the offer your friend and professor were giving you and began adventuring with them. The more you traveled with them, the more you learned about their lives respectfully. You and Bill bonded more about your sexualities and would often try and help each other find dates, even if some of those prospective people were aliens.Later when you discovered The Doctor’s true origins you felt even more at ease about your sexuality. What he described of his home planet and their openness to the concepts of sexuality and gender offered you a safe space in his TARDIS with him and Bill. 

After a couple of weeks of knowing the truth about who The Doctor and Nardole were, their suspicious behaviour became more obvious to you. You would see them sneaking down to the basement of the University often and you knew that it wasn’t to go somewhere in the TARDIS, which stayed, mostly, in The Doctor’s office. Your curiosity about what your new friends were hiding lingered on your mind. You told Bill about your curiosities and she eventually agreed to go searching with you. Bill explained that she had been down to the University basement briefly and how everything seemed weird and alien but nothing to worry about. You didn’t believe her hopeful assumptions, however, and you walked up to the large locked doors along the wall. You place a hand near the lock, immediately feeling a hum erupt from the door, causing you to just back. Bill called over to you, telling you that they should leave before either The Doctor or Nardole returned and you reluctantly followed her. On your way out of the basement, you kept looking back at the door, feeling as if something was watching you.

Your curiosity only grew and burned into your brain. You were often distracted in class and on adventures because you couldn’t stop thinking about what was behind the doors in the university basement, and why The Doctor was hiding and locking it away. You decided to go down there by yourself. You knew that Bill would try to stop you and you didn’t want to deal with her worry. If The Doctor found you in the process, you didn’t care. You wanted the truth. You didn’t spend time looking around the other alien treasures and went straight to the large doors. You paused and took a deep breath before placing your hand on the door. The doors hummed again, this time more pleasantly, then the locks began turning and opening. The series of clicks and turning of gears stopped when the doors creaked open, causing a flurry of dust to spring up into the air.

“Ahhh, dearie! How wonderful it is to finally meet you! You know, that curiosity of yours might get you in trouble one day. You should be more careful.” The voice of a chipper Scotish woman floated out to where you stood. You peaked your head in through the door to see the woman with her brown hair pined up atop her head and a fancy skirt and long dress combo that reminded you of Mary Poppins.

“Come on in, dearie. Don’t be shy. I won’t bite.” She waved you in and you closed the door behind you before the strange woman whispering a flirty “unless you ask me to.” She motioned you to take a seat at a small table that would fit two people comfortably and asked you if you wanted some tea. You declined and asked her who she was and what she was doing here in this locked room. The woman poured you a cup of tea anyway, just the way you liked it before explaining everything. Suffice it to say, you were shocked, but you believed her. You left the Vault, as Missy called it, even more curious about what this meant about The Doctor, but you were fully intending to take Missy up on her offer of returning. You would sneak into the Vault as often as you could whenever The Doctor or Nardole weren’t spying. 

After months of flirting and innuendo filled conversations, hiding from your friends and general fun evenings, you and Missy began dating. Missy was surprisingly more open than The Doctor, but once the two of you started dating, she would recount more childhood memories and experiences she had from her home planet. The space the two of you created within the Vault was the safest space you had ever been in. With Missy, you could be whoever you wanted to be, without any fear or judgement.Despite how close the two of you were, you never talked about exclusivity when dating. You had naturally assumed that your relationship with Missy was exclusive given how passionately you would act with one another in both speech and actions. But there was no way to be positive. You knew that you would never do anything to go against Missy in that way, but there was no discussion between the two of you that would make the Timelady knowledgeable about your feelings. 

However, Missy had never seen you interact with Bill before this moment. The Doctor had needed the help of Missy, much to Nardole’s dismay and he thought that it was a good idea to drag you and Bill along, too. The Doctor ignored your knowledgeable face, he had been watching you go down to the Vault over the course of your friendship and deemed your relationship with Missy a safe one. He was more concerned about keeping that information away from Nardole and Bill who would not understand and see that your relationship with Missy was helping her for the better. 

This was Bill’s first time inside the Vault and you could see that she was uncomfortable at the thought of The Doctor keeping a strange woman within the secret prison. So you found yourself staying close to her and explaining the details about Missy that The Doctor and Nardole had conveniently passed over.

Missy saw you holding a comfortable position in reference to Bill, staying to close for the Timelady’s comfort. Causing her to waltze over to you and interrupt whatever The Doctor was talking about. Missy stopped briefly in front of your face to look you in the eye. Her blue eyes were usually warm pools whenever she looked at you, but now they were cold and icy. You were shocked and looked at her, questioning if you had done something wrong. You noticed that out of the corner of your eye that Bill became uncomfortable with Missy's closeness and she walked over to where The Doctor stood. You followed Bill’s movements until Missy’s firm hand grasped your chin and forced you to look her in the eye again. The Timelady’s grip softened before she felt the temperature of your cheeks and forehead with the back of her hand. Dramatic concern arose on Missy’s face. She brought her hands up to your bare arms and let out a gasp when she felt how cool they were. You weren’t uncomfortable, but The Vault’s temperature was cooler than that of a normal Human home and you forgot to bring a jacket.

“Are you cold, my love?” You could tell from Missy’s voice that she was acting, dramatizing her movements and words for the audience in the room. You were unsure of why, however, The Doctor, the person whose opinion about your relationship she secretly feared the most, already knew and accepted everything. You knew that he knew when one day he “subtly” asked you if you were dating anyone and observed that you were quite distracted in classes and on adventures. But neither of you spoke of it again, so you assumed that he was approving.

“A little bit, but I’m fine.”

“Don’t be silly! Take my coat, love. Can’t have you catching a cold,” Missy dramatically unbuttoned her coat, staring at Bill in the process, and wrapped her precious possession around your shoulders. After securing her coat around you, patting you down in certain questionable places, she leant close to your ear and darkly whispered, “Even though you catching a cold would cause me to have to take care of you all by myself.” You had a deep blush on your face when Missy pulled away, which caused her to smirk proudly.

The Doctor cleared his throat and sarcastically asked Missy if she was busy or if he could continue explaining the events of previous adventures and the point of the Vault to Bill. Missy combated her old friend with an equal amount of sarcasm, stating that she was “of course, pleasantly excited to hear The Doctor’s most recent speech.” Missy struted over to her sofa, swinging her skirt around with one hand and dragging you after to her by her other hand. Once she sat comfortably on the sofa, Missy pulled you onto her lap and whispered in your ear about the things she would do to you once you were alone, causing your face to turn bright red again and for you to miss what Bill, The Doctor and Nardole were discussing. Missy would smirk whenever she would catch Bill staring open mouthed at the two of you.

“Well, this was fun,” Bill eventually said after The Doctor had explained everything, including your relationship with Missy “and not at all awkward, but I have a date that I don’t want to be late for.”

“A date?” Missy questioned looking over you protectively and unabashedly. You looked to Bill, who was looking quite awkward again and you decided to do your best to correct Missy’s assumptions.

“Yes, I helped Bill get a date with this one girl we saw at a bar. She was definitely Bill’s type, unlike me. So I just had to help set it up!” Missy looked into your eye to see if you were telling the truth and when she was satisfied with your statement she turned back to Bill.

“Well, little Human, I hope everything goes well for you on this date with a girl that is definitely not my lovely girlfriend Y/N.” Missy turned away from Bill, The Doctor and Nardole as if they never existed and began playing with your hair, swirling it between her fingers, and kissing your jawline and neck. Your friends quickly left the room after saying a quick goodbye to you and Missy, who didn’t pay attention.

“What was that?” You removed yourself away from Missy’s attacking lips and looked her in the eye.

“What was what?” You rolled your eyes and questioned Missy’s possessiveness.

“No one touches my faithful companion, except for me, of course.” Missy leant into your body, holding you tightly and showing you how she truly meant what she was saying and was not acting of pure possessive emotion.

You kissed the Timelady’s nose before delicately whispering, “I love you, too, Missy!” She smiled brightly and confidently, knowing that your feelings were genuine and her feelings for you were reciprocated. Missy attacked you with kisses until you fell back onto the sofa and the two of you erupted into passionate giggles.

#doctor who #doctor who imagine #doctor who x reader #the master #the master x reader #the master imagine #missy #missy imagine #missy x reader #request #fanfiction #personal post #anon

[pandoraimperatrix]

I’ll Take Care Of You, If You Ask Me To

@pcgasuss asked me for jealous Dick. I’m not very good writing about jealousy, but I tried.  

Summary:  Dick should have known that Kory and Bruce talking was not the best news to him.

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The echo of Kory’s laugh grabbed Dick’s attention in midsentence. She was all the way across the room, actually not in the room at all, but you could see her, and Bruce, talking through the glass.

“Dick?”

“Hm?” He turned attention back to the boys slowly. Conner had his whole face frowned in confusion. It was hard to make Gar smile these days, but he had an amused glint in his eyes.

“Forget it, Con. He’s gone outer space now.”

Conner looked even more confused. Dick sighed and pretended he didn’t hear it.

“Anything else?” Dick asked dryly.

“Yeah, like you could even remember we were talking about.” Mocked Gar.

“Of course I remember.”

“What was it, then?”

“It was…” Kory laughed again, this time a little bit louder, Dick had to bite the insides of his cheeks to control the urge to just nap his head in her direction again.

“Exactly.” Said Gar very pleased with himself. “Come on Con, let’s play some videogames.”

“Only an hour, then bed. I want you both well rested tomorrow morning.”

“Sure, boss.”

“Goodnight, Dick.” Dick gave the boy a tight smile and nodded, Conner turned back to Gar. “Should we invite Hank and Rose?”

Gar answered something, but Dick didn’t listen as they walked away. He took a sip of his orange soda, wishing it was something stronger than sugar and watched them with the corner of his eyes. He couldn’t ignore the fact that both his surrogate father and his… Well, Kory wasn’t his to begin with, but they were both naturally flirty people. Kory was just too charming to her own good, no, scratch that, she was too charming for everyone’s around her own good. The charisma that Bruce so meticulously learned to perform, the same that he tried so hard to make Dick copy and never quite succeeded, Kory had it effortlessly. And Dick knew Bruce very well, there was no way he wouldn’t make any moves, even though the probabilities of him following through with them were quasi none. After all if Batman had something was work ethics. And yet… What was he saying that was so funny? A voice inside his head that sounded terrible like Donna was calling him a paranoid freak and explaining to him in painstaking detail how he had no claim for the feelings brewing in his chest. But it shut up in silent panic when he saw Kory touch Bruce’s arm. When Dick noticed he was already getting hit on the face by the cold wind as he reached the veranda.

“Hey.” Greeted Kory, the easy smile on her face not quite reaching her eyes.

“Nice of you to joying us, chum.”

“Chum?” Asked Kory in obvious delight. A little too much. She was not drinking orange soda.

Dick winced.

“Can you not call me that?”

“Why not?” Was that a little bit of genuine hurt that he was seeing on Bruce’s eyes?

“Because I’m not twelve anymore.”

“See what I was telling you, Miss Anders?”

Kory fell in a fit of giggles, and Bruce smiled fondly at her. Dick felt panic bubble inside him. He hated how Bruce would make him feel like a teenager ager just by being around.

“What? What is happening? What were you telling her?”

“About how adorable you were as a child.” Managed Kory holding on to Dick to keep straight. Her hand on his shoulder was cold. Dick frowned. It wasn’t like he spent hours and hours of what should have been sleep reliving every time she touched him but she never felt cold before, actually, she used to be almost feverish. “Nothing to feel ashamed of.”

“I can’t help but doubt it.”

“Don’t you trust me, Dick?” Asked Bruce prying Dick’s eyes from Kory’s.

“With my dignity? Not at all.”

“You hurt me, son.”

“What did you tell her, Bruce?”

“Oh, this and that.”

“Kory?”

“Oh, cool off. It was nice to hear about baby Dick Grayson. Even though by the stories you didn’t change very much.”

“What do you mean?”

“Bruce here was telling me about how seriously you took yourself, and that, what was her name? Selena?”

“Selina.” Corrected both men together.

“Yes, Selina, she was the best at making you lose it and act like a kid.”

“That’s because she was infuriating.” But when he looked at Bruce his face was softer and when he asked had a note of hopefulness. “Heard from her lately?”

Bruce straightened himself slightly, an act that would pass unnoticed to anyone, but that brought a tiny smile to Dick’s lips. So that explained the whole easy mood of lately.

“Yes, actually.” He cleaned his throat. “She has been around. But we were talking about you…”

“Around? How much around? Is she okay?”

“She is, yes.”

“And you both…?”

“What?”

“Come on, Bruce!”

Bruce just took a sip of his drink and pretended to look at something else far away. Kory just watched their back and forth like it was a very entertaining game.

“Did Jason meet her?”

Bruce sighed.

“Yes, they’ve met.”

“What? They didn’t get along?” Dick’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “They are so alike…”

“Maybe too much you could say.”

“Sorry to hear that, B.”

“It’s alright.”

Deciding to give Bruce a break, he turned back to the woman by his side.

“What else did he tell you, Kory?”

He tried to pretend he didn’t notice that her hand haven’t left his person, slipping from his shoulder to his arm, and that now she was making doodles with the tip of her fingers giving his tingles. Bruce also noticed, but besides making sure to let Dick know he did with an inquisitive look, he didn’t say anything about it.

“Well… He showed me picture too… of your first suit.”

“No…” His eyes widened in terror.

“The little short was so cute, Dick! And the booties. Adorable! I sent a picture to Rachel already.”

“You did not!”

“I did! My batteries died so I don’t know her reaction yet…” She pouted.

Horror spread over Dick’s face and he turned to his mentor.

“Why? Why do you have that with you?”

“To look at it, of course, since I so rarely get to actually see you these days. I carry it in my wallet.” Said Bruce proudly.

“You!” He pointed to Bruce. “And you Koriand’r, I thought you were my friend.”

“Such a drama queen.”

“I know.” Agreed Bruce, “and you believe he never even took acting lessons?”

“No. You two talking was a horrible idea.”

“Well, I thought it was loads of fun. But you, Dick Grayson. You have no such concept.” And to Dick’s complete shock she gave him a sloppy kiss on the cheek. “Goodnight, Bruce. It was lovely to finally meet you.”

“Likewise, Miss Anders.”

“If I have to call you by your first name, you can just call me Kory too.”

“Very well. Goodnight, Kory.”

She just smiled before leaving, her hand lingering on Dick’s arm before she was completely gone.

“So…” Said Bruce when Kory was far-gone. “There is no chance you are coming back, then.”

“I can’t leave the Titans.”

“The Titans?” Bruce scoffed.  “Sure.”

“Why are you insinuating?”

“Me? Nothing. But well, I always thought that eventually you and Barbara would settle down, I can see now it will hardly happen.”

“Bruce… Me and Babs haven’t been a thing since high school.”

“I know… I know. But Kory is really a formidable woman. Take good care of her.”

“I’m not seeing Kory either, Bruce.”

“Whatever you say, chum. I’m also going to bed. Long trip back home tomorrow. Goodnight, son.”

“Bruce, I’m not-“

But the man completely ignored Dick, leaving him alone with his feelings and the cold air.

 Later, when Dick arrived at his room, he learnt that there was already someone occupying his bed.

“Kory? What are you doing here?”

She purred softly, he had to ask her about that one day. And opened one shiny green eye.

“Dick? Shit. I think I got rooms wrong.”

“Kory, are you okay?”

She sighed, trying to lift her body starting from her head, but no such luck.

“No… Not really. Can I… I mean. Just for sleep?”

He should say no. He really should say no and help her to her room.

“Yes. Sure.”

“Thanks.”

And she didn’t say anything else for so long he was sure she was asleep.

He washed himself and joined her in bed. As soon as he got under the covers, her static form gained movement and she turned to him, pushing her face against his chest. He felt a sense of familiarity and relief so strong, he wondered if it was like that when Hank took heroin.

“I’ve missed you.” He heard she whisper sleepy.

He leaned into her hair, letting himself inhale her scent.

“I miss you too.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“So many things…”

Dick kissed the crown of her head, his fingers getting used to the new texture of her hair. It was so silky now, he missed the fluffiness from before.

“Me too.” He sighed. “Rest, Kory.”

He was sure she was sleeping when he heard she giggle softly.

“What is it?”

“Your dad is hot.”

“Oh my god, Kory.”

She giggled again and looked up to him.

“You are hotter.”

And then she kissed him. He held her impossibly close, and her hand felt warmer when she cupped his face, not hot as it used to be. But her lips didn’t taste the same either, the taste was somehow stronger, more intoxicating, and as he bite them softly they were even more thicker than he remember or fantasied about, her tongue even more talented.  But he forced himself to breathe before the kiss consumed them both. Kory was acting so weird. He couldn’t. Not like that.

He pulled away avoiding her seeking lips and kissed her forehead.

“Go to sleep Kory, we’ll talk tomorrow.”

She sighed and got more comfortable against him.

“Goodnight.”

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Another fluffy piece. It’s my headcanon that the reason why Titans Bruce is like that is because he eloped with Selina and is living his best life lmao. Kory in this story is a bit OOC, I think she is so out of it because all her recent losses that she is trying so hard to feel anything else that’s why she is acting so weird. It was nice to write this one. I hope you enjoyed to read it too, and if you did, let me know.

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#dickkory #robstar #dick grayson #starfire #koriand'r #kory anders #dcu titans #titans live action #batcat #my fic

[warderscloak]

ChangNiel at Let’s Eat Together

I watched both in the span of two days and while there was nothing too overt, there was still some high-quality content that I wanted to put down in writing. The two broadcasts are available on the V-app for anyone who’s interested. :)

1. Niel’s eating habits - While Niel does admit that he’s probably the pickiest eater out of all the members, he does sound a little upset when Ricky says he’s not fit for mukbang. Enter Changjo, who quickly jumps to Niel’s defense--it’s not that Niel is picky per se, but that he just has cravings that differ from day to day. Nobody else seconds him, not even C.A.P., who supposedly eats frequently at Niel’s apartment. That is knowledge Changjo possesses because he’s eaten with Niel enough to notice the habit. In fact, I would say he indulges it, because you can see in both broadcasts how often Changjo serves Niel food on his plate, whether it be the tiger prawns in 2017 or the chunks of grilled meat in 2020. As he’s said himself, he’s comfortable with all the members but he’s closest with Niel--and that includes being close enough to know food preferences.

2. Changjo’s eating habits - Angels would know how long this boy has struggled with his self-image and eating habits, so I was glad that in both mukbangs Niel encouraged him to eat by jokingly feeding him all kinds of dishes due to his claim that he’ll eat anything, pushing his soup towards Changjo when the latter used it for a spoonful of rice, and insisting that he try the lobster after noticing he (Changjo) wasn’t having any.

NB: It’s hilarious how the two of them ranked 3rd for the members’ internal vote of who suits the mukbang concept best. I’m still waiting for these two to do their own mukbang, honestly--we’ve gotten a few precious seconds of them eating together, but a full show with them just chilling, eating whatever they want and answering fan questions would be beautiful.

3. MC Niel - As always, Niel does well hosting the show and steering where the conversations go. That naturally includes pulling our daydreaming Changjo back to the present. We don’t know what goes through the youngest’s head, but we do know he loses interest pretty quickly unless Niel invites his participation (Exhibit A: he has no clue on the rules for the acrostic word game they do at the end of the 2017 broadcast because he hasn’t been listening and only returns to reality after Niel tells him he’s up). 

4. Dancing Boy Changjo - He’s content to hang around in the sidelines when they’re doing the karaoke portion but who can say no to Niel? His favorite hyung wants to do the choreography, so of course he’s in! Niel offers to set aside the table Ricky smacked into, but Chunji points out they won’t need it. Unlike Ricky, Changjo knows exactly where the table is, and true to expectation, does a bang-up job dancing around it (literally).

5. Flirting coach Changjo - After breezing through his own recording for ‘cheeseball video call with Angels’, he feeds Niel lines for his own video recording (I was rather confused because at times it almost felt like he was saying it to Niel and not relaying lines) and not a single Teen Top member called them out for it, which was very surprising and unusual. As a bonus, Niel admits that Changjo’s got a knack for flirty lines, saying ‘[he] can be very sweet’. If Changjo isn’t annoying the heck out of Niel, he’s actually very sweet and caring--but we don’t often dwell on this because most On Airs focus on that notorious love-hate relationship of theirs.

6. The lack of personal space - It becomes evident how close the two of them end up sitting together when the cameras zoom out and you compare it to how evenly everyone else is spaced out. They start out around the same distance as the others, but eventually it shortens, whether because one is giving the other food or because Changjo has a habit of resting a hand or arm on the backrest of Niel’s chair, who knows. Sometimes, when one of the others is talking, you’ll hear them having their own quiet conversation in the background, too.

Overally, very satisfying to watch them eat as much as they wanted. If there’s anything that’s changed, I would say that Changjo’s aura has become less of a flirtatious, mischievous boy’s and matured into a silently supportive young man who exudes playfulness when coaxed by a particular person. As for Niel, making it to 10 years has lifted the anxiety from his shoulders--I think this 2020 we are finally seeing Niel unfettered from all the expectations, and more open about displaying his clear affection for Changjo. These are positive and promising changes, and I hope that their relationship continues to grow deeper and more steadfast in the years to come!

#changniel #changniel analysis

[hercbled-moved]

Right, settle in folks, this is going to be a LONG post. I would first like to just note that Zack starts of as a youthful && naive  16 year old in the compilation && it ends when he’s 23 && jaded. So naturally he’s aged, developed && matured, a flaw he might have had when he was younger, might have softened by the time he’s 23, likewise, new flaws && issues might have crept up. 

This got super long so I put it under a read more. <3

It’s also impossible to address Zack’s flaws without also first talking a little about the world && influences around him.  The electrical company ShinRa have far reaching control. They are known to influence both children && adults through the use of propaganda such as; news, CHILDREN'S CARTOONS, advertising, just gas lighting the truth in general. They project their pro Shinra agenda by influencing the minds of the people. && when propaganda fails, they use force. 

To Zack, a child from a reactor village. [‘ Reactor outside Midgar means nothing else out there.’ ] There are very little opportunities offered.  Zack is 13 years old, He’s grown up on stories of HEROES, associating heroism with ShinRa’s SOLDIERS. [ This is a norm for many young boys. we see this in canon. ] Zack is both NAIVE && AMBITIOUS. While these traits might not necessarily be flaws, when contextualized with the world around him, it makes Zack the perfect victim to fall for Shinra’s propaganda, && becoming another tool that helps benefit ShinRa. 

His naivety coupled with his high ambition to succeed, makes him act recklessly [ a common occurrence.]  It prompts him to leave the safety of his home against his parents wishes, && willingly sign his life away to ShinRa.  He’s relentlessly HOPEFUL && that makes him assume the good in other people && the good in Shinra. Again this might not seem like a flaw, but people should always have a healthy degree of skepticism, this is something Zack will learn the hard way.  Zack’s world view for a long time is very clear black && white, he’s still a child && he sees everything as white && Black, Shinra is good, so any of their enemies should be the bad guys, fighting the bad guys makes him a hero..RIGHT? He fully believes in ShinRa, even after they use dangerous experiments to change && alter his body during the SOLDIER process. He believes in ShinRa because his ambition to be a hero, && his Good Vs Evil mentality blind sights him to the real reality. 

At 16: As a SOLDIER operative, Zack is shown to be rash, has a bit of an attitude && is shown to lose focus esaily.  You see this in his first opening cut scene in Crisis core, Zack is gets frustrated, && also doesn’t know when to stop. Arguing that he could have handled it, despite the Sephiroth VR model being 1 second from from ’ killing’ him.  Zack can be a little proud, he’s ARROGANT, in his skills, [ leads to him losing focus && getting himself in dangerous situations, but this could also be due to his recklessness. ] but also in his looks. [ He tends to be overly friendly && flirty. ]  You see him give Tseng attitude, getting a little prickly when Cloud makes fun of Gongaga. [ Again show casing his pride. ] 

But I think the biggest flaw at this point is still his relentless hopefulness.  I do believe that the best flaws characters can have are also their strengths. These things are often versatile && depending on the situation they can be your greatest strength or your weakness.  Zack is hopeful to the point where it puts him in danger && actually ends up putting his own DREAMS && MORALS in danger.  He’s a protector, he’s always been one, it’s the root for his aspiration to become a hero. 

At this moment however,  he wants to protect his mentor, his friends but he just doesn’t understand how. This to begin with is a strength, it’s all about the context after all. [ But i’ll touch upon this again later. ]   Zack wants to save Angeal, but he’s also still holding on to his belief system; a ultimate concept of right && wrong that’s been established in his childhood by ShinRa.  Zack may have started to become disillusioned with ShinRa, but he continually fails to act.  [ I can easily explain this by Zack being a teenager trying to survive in a complex adult  && corrupt world. ] Instead he bottles the uncertainty, he bottles up the negativity && plans on a smile . Zack’s main way to cope with this now as a teenager && again later when he’s an adult. IS TO IGNORE THE ISSUE && FIGHT ON ALONE. 

Crisis core primarily has issues beyond Zacks understanding && control constantly thrown at him, && having him deal with the aftermath. Zack not being proactive showcases his age but also once again showcases that blind hopefulness. He wants to cling to the hope that people are good, that ShinRa is good. && so he is inactive, he reacts to issues, but he never takes the first step forward, he bottles things down && toes the line till it’s too late && ShinRa takes that one step too far. 

Coming back to Zack is a protector concept. While that’s a strength && a great source of motivation earlier, it’s his undoing by the end of crisis core. Zack’s is determined to protect Cloud, [which i still think is a strength. ] when coupled with his ‘ i have to carry everything alone attitude.’ leads not only to his death, but also to him sacrificing his broken concept of heroism, killing others in order to insure his && Clouds survival. 

Now I know this is more a ramble than anything structured but I have one last point to make. Zack Fair is all heart, he’s very emotional && this gets him in trouble When he gets Aerith’s last letter he acts on his emotional need for comfort instead of a wiser more tactical approach that would insure his survival.  I haven’t talked nearly enough about all his flaws, but if I did, i’d be here all day. But Zack Fair is;  reckless, ambitious, arrogant, he can be selfish, sometimes a little conceited, NAIVE,  overly hopeful, he has one heck of an attitude, && can also be pretty prideful. He sometimes ignores others personal space, he’s overly friendly && often hides his own sadness behind smiles. he is reckless && a kind of a show off. He’s got a lot of strengths && normally these merge with his weaknesses. 

#i'm rambling about zack #this is more a ramble than anything else #i could talk endlessly about zack tbh #i don't mind if people hate zack or dislike him #but...to say he has now flaws && use that to justify him being a boring plot device ? #nahrungsergänzung #he has so many flaws that can be been in every game #[HEADCANON.] — THE HOPE IN HIM DARES TO REIGNITE THE SUN #[SELF.] — HE SMILED && IT WAS LIKE THE SUN

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Bitties List 2.0

Finally, i shall list all the bitty types that can be adopted! More will be added eventually, but for now, this is the official list!

The list will include every bitty type and variants that they come in, including what sizes and amount of recommended professionalism you need to adopt them, don’t be afraid to ask about bitties that are unheard of, I will be happy to explain and answer any questions you all may have! Warnings will be applied to every bitty when necessary.

Decided to add extra info so that way its a little easier to decide on who to choose, so this is gonna be lengthy.

Disclaimer: if you have a history of abusing bitties, we, as a shelter, have the right to refuse your attempts to adopt a bitty.

Bitties are not things, they are living beings that love, cry, and get angry, they are sentient, they are basically people, treat them as such. Again, they are not things, nor pets, they are sentient beings, and should have a say in whatever you do, including adoption, if the bitty refuses to sign the adoption papers with you, then you cannot adopt the bitty, they are basically tiny roommates

 kudos to you if you get them into collage or get a job.

Available bitty types for adoption (Basic Bitty types):

Undertale Sans: 

comes in bitty and full-size,can have wings or be an lamia, 

perfect for beginners.

Undertale Papyrus: 

comes in bitty and full-size, can have wings or be an lamia, 

perfect for all types of people and beginner bitty owners

Underfell Sans (Red Variant): 

Comes in BItty and Full-size, can have wings or be an lamia

More suited for more experienced people, as they’re very aggressive at first, basically a tsundere asshole, they will bite if picked up without permission or if they don’t trust you. Very flirty as well, but are easily flustered.

Underfell Sans (Cherry Variant):

Comes in bitty and full-size, can have wings or be an lamia

While its recommended to be experienced with bitties when adopting these skittish sweethearts, beginners are allowed to adopt them if they appeal to the bitty

Underfell Papyrus:

Comes in bitty and full-size, can have wings or be an lamia

It’s recommended you’re experienced to adopt one of these bossy tol boys

Warning: These bitties WILL boss around Red and Cherry bitties, along with others, so it is recommended you set some ground rules with your Fell paps to prevent accidents or hurt bitties. You make the rules or the Fell Paps will do it for you.

Underswap Sans (Original Variant)

Comes in bitty and full-size, can have wings or be an lamia

Perfect for beginners due to friendly nature

Warning: these bitties act exactly like Undertale Papyrus bitties, but with short stature and optimistic, but they are no way in shape or form naive, they are mature adults, and will act like so if necessary. Cannot get drunk, and coffee can result in a very hyper skeleman, owners beware.

Underswap Sans (Berry variant, also called baby blue):

Comes in bitty and full-size, can have wings or be an lamia

Good for beginners with high energy, not exactly recommended you leave them unattended

Warning: these guys are tiny, emotional, and are the true embodiment of baby man. They practically don’t even know what a argument is, and are EXTREMELY energetic, entertain them or they will entertain themselves, which can risk them injury or worse. ABSOLUTELY KEEP THEM AWAY FROM SUGAR AND STOVETOPS, DO NOT ALLOW THEM TO COOK FOR YOU.

Underswap Papyrus (Original Variant):

Comes in bitty and full-size, can have wings or be an lamia

Very good for beginners due to their chill and laid back attitude, if you’re allergic to cigarette smoke, please PLEASE tell your bitty, they will switch to suckers to prevent your allergies from flaring up, don’t ask where they got them, they just seem to have an unlimited supply.

Warning: they are protective of their brothers, which are mostly the original variant of Underswap sans, this is why it is advised that you adopt these guys first before adopting a Underswap Sans so the pap trusts you.

Underswap Papyrus (Carrot Variant):

Comes in bitty and full-size, can have wings or be an lamia

Very good for beginners, smoke alot though, and its hard to keep them from smoking. People with allergies beware.

Warning: very protective of the Berry variants of swap bitties, tend to flee from conflict and pun unendingly 

Fellswap Sans:

Comes in bitty and full-size, can have wings, no lamia variants as of yet

EXPERIENCED OWNERS ONLY

Warning: These bitties can be very destructive and violent if angered, do NOT call them short or they will end you or at least remove a finger or two. However, if you earn their trust, they WILL be a mom friend, which is equally hilarious and scary, especially to Fellswap Papyri or clumsy owners.

Fellswap Papyrus:

comes in bitty and full-size, no winged variants nor lamia variants

Adept owners, at least, beginners may struggle with their stubborn nature and absolute refusal to step away from electronics.

Warning: these guys will steal your portable game consoles and hide them, you gotta set some boundaries to stop this habit in the later days, won’t really work on the first few days of adoption. They look indifferent but they’re actually so excited. These guys are dark-dwelling gremlins, if you see orange eyelights staring at you in the middle of the night, that’s just your Fellswap Pap buddy keeping an eye on you (or stealing all your cherry pop-tarts like a weirdo).

Swapfell Sans:

*Not to be confused with Swapfell Red Sanses*

These purble bois come in bitty and full-size, a few winged variants and lamias, but aren’t as common

Adept owners, these guys sometimes act like brats, so a calm owner is very much needed to have one of these boys in your home

Warning: these guys can have “LV Flares” where they suddenly become extremely aggressive and destructive, and can potentially kill owners or bitties, this is why when this happens, you should keep them in a large, sturdy room with toys and items that are ment to take a beating, daily training and non-fatal fights are recommended to keep the LV Flares at bay.

Swapfell Papyrus:

*Not to be confused with Swapfell Red Papyrus*

This socks and sandals kind of guy comes in bitty and full-size, no winged variants and a few lamias

Owners that have had a bitty or two and know what to do is recommended for these guys, due to the fact they are blind in one eye and smoke so much that their bones are yellow neck down, you can’t cut them from this habit, but you can ask them to at least smoke outside, can be a bit flirty though.

Warning: these guys have no such concept of personal space, they will sleep on your face, your stomach, or even on your bed, right smack dab in the middle so you have to move their nonexistent bums to the side or into their own bed, full-sizes are really heavy too. Be prepared to have a lot of annoying moments, but these guys prove to be amazing when an owner has anxiety or often has panic attacks, they’re just soft boys trying to get by in the world, they can relate to you in most departments.These guys have LV Flares as well, look in the swapfell Sans category for more details.

Swapfell Red Sans:

These sassy wine addicts come in bitty and full-size, no winged variants have been found, but lots of lamias

EXPERT OWNERS ONLY

Warning: if they find something breakable, there’s a good chance they’ll break it to get a rise out of you if they don’t trust you, they will explore what makes you tic and use those things against you if you turn out to be an abusive owner. These guys have much more frequent LV Flares than their swapfell variants, they can only be delayed, not prevented.

Swapfell Red Papyrus:

Flirty boyes come in bitty and full-size, a few winged variants and lots of lamias

EXPERT OWNERS ONLY

Warning: These guys are moody, self-deprecating and are more stubborn than a mule when it comes to names that don’t degrade them, or anything really, they will only react to degrading names like Mutt, and will not react to their given names until you manage to convince them. They tend to act indifferent to the world, a resting bitch face and all, they rarely show emotions but when they do, it shows more than a tractor in the middle of a herd of cows. Can actually be quite caring and protective of loved ones, they also have LV Flares, but are normally less violent than Swapfell Red Sanses

Outertale Sans:

Soft babies come in bitty and full size, can have wings or be a lamia

Beginners are 100% recommended to get one of these good, soft babies

Warning: these guys are a bit TOO chill at times, there have been reports of outertale sans bitties sleeping while on fire (don't worry, they put themselves out before it gets too bad) and often do a float. Loves to go stargazing, or anything space related.

Outertale papyrus:

Tol constellation bois come in bitty and full size, can have wings or be a lamia

Beginners are totally allowed to adopt one of these beans.

Warning: these guys like to make ice cream! It's a specialty in outertale (which is known to have the best ice cream in the multiverse), but while they can make ice cream with ease, their pasta skills still need some work, you can let them cook, just check on them every now and then to help them out.

Something to note: their scarves can have varying constellations, like the big dipper, little dipper, and the zodaics, a few have even been recorded to have constellations from the Elder Scrolls series!

Available Bitties for Adoption (Unique Species):

*These bitties are exclusive to this store*

Strawberry Nightmare:

Comes in bitty and full-size, only lamias are available, wings wouldn’t make much sense seeing as they have tendrils

Perfect for Beginners! Ideal, even.

Warning: Extreme amounts of negativity can hurt a Strawberry Nightmare, and if exposed for long periods of time, they can turn into regular Nightmare bitties, though they will still have flecks of pink in their otherwise black sludge, along with the fact their eye color will remain the same. Very Rarely, Strawberry nightmares are born with a icy light blue eye, these bitties are completely blind, but have more magic than their otherwise normal brethren. They leave messes of goop when agitated or stressed.

Omenerror:

These special little bitties can come in bitty and full-size, they always have wings, they are just hidden and are only visible when being used, lamia Omenerrors don’t exist 

Good for those who are new to caring for error bitties

Warning: these bitties can turn into dragons, full-size dragon forms are the size of a tiger, while the bitty dragon forms are the size of an average house cat, full-size Omenerrors actually weigh 18.75 tons due to the fact that their bones are made entirely of lead and gold, but, thanks to magic, they can weigh an actually reasonable and not insane weight of 36 pounds. These guys can grow to be very tol boys, maximum for a full-size is eleven feet exactly and bitties can be a maximum of ten inches tall. They are mildly allergic to store bought chocolate and can only really eat the hand made stuff with natural sugars, artificial sugars will make them suffer.

Omenerrors need some very specific things in order to be properly happy and healthy, while this is optional, its recommended, the care package includes everything you need for this. They are a burrowing species of dragon, and thus need a box of sand to burrow in, the sand that comes in the package will hold its shape when burrows are made, and shoeboxes can be buried in the sand for the omenerrors to nest in, clear plastic tubs are for you paranoid owners out there, live cacti are also included, make sure to water the live plants.

Omenink:

These energetic meme and vine inky boys come in bitty and full-size, they always have wings, no lamias exist

Better off with a more experienced owners

Warning: Omeninks need to drink actual ink in order to survive on top of a diet of mostly meat and calcium, they will eat their greens and fruits but it doesn’t really benefit or hinder them. They will draw on your walls if not provided paper or any kind of artistic surface. DO NOT touch their wings when they are wet, they are flimsy and fragile like actual paper and look like origami, omeninks will melt metal items with fire and attach the molten metal to their wings to reinforce them.

Omeninks need a pool of extremely clean water with no chlorine, chlorine can cause lasting health issues as they can breathe underwater. A water purifier is included in the care kit along with a inflatable pool, clean water also makes an omenink feel safe enough to actually have children if they happen to have a mate. These inks have souls, very delicate souls, a mere touch can shatter their soul into tiny pieces. They also need a lot of attention and care to thrive, and WILL attempt to help an owner with gardening if they have that as a hobby or profession. They also have dragon forms, sizes are the exact same as the omenerrors, all omen-types have the same size of dragon forms

Omenswapfell Sans: 

very secretive omen-type variants, often can’t be told apart from swapfell and fellswap sanses, thus, little is known about them, as their availability is quite sporadic, they always have wings however, and it seems that almost all of them are full-sized

If you manage to adopt one, its recommended that you are an adept bitty caretaker

Warning: they can be very violent and protective, don’t EVER touch their precious bass guitar, you will get hit. Other than that, they are pretty tame for a Fell bitty. They can cook perfectly fine, but they tend to experiment with flavors and spices, they will insist to cook meals every day. They also disappear every now and then for some mysterious reason, but they always return within an hour. They can summon weapons, which the sanses bear a sword that doubles as a bladed whip and a shield 

Omenswapfell Papyrus:

Again, very secretive omen-type variants. both the sans and the papyrus of this type is often disguised as a swapfell, swapfell red, or fellswap sans or papyrus, come exclusively full-sized, with no winged or lamia variants

They come with Omenswapfell Sanses, so adept is needed

Warning: Omenswapfell Papyri are blind, and can only ‘see’ images with sound, if its digital, the ability remains useless, so this guy needs sound in order to get from place to place and not bump into things, they can also spit a highly corrosive venom from their fangs, and their bites CAN kill, the venom is so potent that whoever isn’t given an antidote immediately, they will die a fast and agonizing death. This is a last resort defense mechanism however, so don’t be too afraid and keep a omenswapfell sans close by, as they carry antidotes. Very snuggly boys, get extremely sad and dismal if snuggles or physical affection is refused.

Plushie Papyrus

Only come in bitty size, and do not come in winged or lamia variants

Beginner Friendly! 

Warning: these guys are living plushies, and thus, they can mold if put into extremely damp areas, or if they’re not dried off, they stain easily and tear easily, they can repair themselves given they have the proper materials to do so, if they need to be cleaned, use a warm, wet wash cloth and clean them, they tend to get messy when coloring, which is their favorite activity.

That’s the list so far folks, whew! I hope this helps you all out, if you read this entire thing you get a cookie! 🍪

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July 16: Star Trek 1x06 Mudd’s Women

Mudd’s Women today. I don’t really think fondly of this ep when I’m not watching it, not because it’s not good, but because it’s less focused on the Enterprise, like the really important part of the story is about characters who only appear here, so it doesn’t stand out as much. Also Mudd is really annoying. Also almost every ep of S1 is a Classic so anything that isn’t, like 11/10 seems just “okay” by comparison.

So the Enterprise is just chasing a suspicious vessel because why not. Actually kind of speaks to that theory that esp. the pre-5 year mission purpose of the ship is to be like the Coast Guard, to patrol. I guess they still do that. Hey--that looks suspicious!

“No registration beams.” No license plate lol.

Kirk is so good-hearted. Doesn’t hesitate to put his own ship in potential danger to save some random people he doesn’t know, because of course, he can’t let this situation he exacerbated, as part of his job, become worse. Plus, like, curiosity I’m sure.

Uhura in gold today.

Always get a kick out of anyone on the bridge doing the job of anyone else on the bridge and Kirk just taking Spock’s station gives me Emotions.

Mudd like “I couldn’t be sure you were a friendly vessel, so I ran” like okay, the ship literally says “U.S.S. Enterprise” on it in big letters, it’s not ambiguous.

Early example of McCoy hating transporters.

Literally can’t believe this ship has batteries.

Honestly, they’re not that hot guys, keep it in your pants.

“How many did we get off?” / “Oh, two, maybe three depending on how Spock’s feeling rn.”

McCoy is such a slut omg.

The one in blue is literally just wearing a shirt.

“You’re part Vulcanian.” Honestly, Mudd seems to understand the whole concept of Vulcans better than McCoy does (”This type can turn himself off from any emotion.”).

“I apologize for what he said, Sir.” Oh, Evie, so empathetic. Spock’s not even upset. He’s having a grand time. Can’t wait to see what the Captain will think of the hot ladies! (Answer: he thinks they’re the crew.)

Honestly, I do think Spock was into them a little. It’s pretty ambiguous, Mudd’s comment aside, just how much of a kick he got out of them. He comes very close to smiling a lot, though.

“You’re a hard-nosed one, Captain.” Damn right.

Defense attorney Spock.

Man, I love Sulu.

I’m only noticing it on this rewatch but Spock has a lot of engineering knowledge, I feel? He’s the Science Officer but engineering is honestly the most specific skill set he exercises.

The way Kirk says, “Well, Mr. Spock?” is so flirty. They even give the dramatic, flirty lighting.

Honestly, I can’t believe the Enterprise canonically runs on crystals.

I love the computer. Nurse Chapel’s voice. The squiggly green line. Constantly irritating Mudd. Though also tbh very disturbing from a privacy point of view. I mean in a way it’s not, like, a lie detector, it’s not determining Mudd is lying by anything about him, it’s just comparing his words to public records, but still.

Convicted of driving without a license.

Computer: the male members of the crew are horny.

Kirk: strike the horniness from the record.

I really expected the computer to say “incorrect” when Mudd says, “Heaven’s honest truth.”

That look Kirk shares with Spock though. It’s not super obvious they’re looking at each other, but they are.

Spock with his hands on his hips. Underrated stance, should have had more of that in AOS.

Honestly, this plotline is yet another vehicle for the sort of story Beyond was allegedly interested in telling lol.

“Are you wearing something radioactive?”

This lady in green isn’t very smart but I love McCoy in this scene. His horniness fighting with his realization that uh this is weird?

“Don’t mind me, Captain, I was just lying on your bed for no reason.” “Uh, actually I do mind???”

Kirk is a paragon of virtue though!

I like Evie a lot. She’s the best part of this ep. Really going after Kirk in his vulnerable spot with that talk of loneliness. I do get the impression she legit liked him (as much as she could in uh 2 days) but I don’t think he had much of an interest in her, other than in the same way as everyone else reacting to the hotness drug. And even that he controlled pretty well.

Those original husbands are going to be pissed.

Good Kirk and McCoy scene. “They’re not smart enough to be aliens.” And Kirk doesn’t even pull the “I’m the Captain, answer my question” thing, he’s literally like, “I asked you first.”

I like that McCoy gets that they’re just “acting beautiful.” Actually in retrospect this is probably where Kirk get his placebo idea.

“Ships captains are already married--to their vessels.”

Lol they look exactly the same without the drugs, just with their hair disheveled and their makeup gone.

Love that the pill’s in the form of a sparkly heart.

Spock likes the look of the crystals. That decadent bitch. Idk if people generally thinkk of Vulcans as austere but they are not, like aesthetically--only emotionally. He just likes pretty things, and it’s canon.

Whereas Kirk’s like “I literally don’t give af that we made some crystals less sparkly, we saved some people’s lives.”

Mmmm, I enjoy negotiator!Kirk. Even though he’s in such a bad spot. That poor, sad little face.

Mudd’s earring loooool.

“Expect further difficulty from the miners.”

I love the mining aesthetic/world building/almost 50s sci fi feel.

I love that Kirk just went out into the storm after Eve. Even if he didn’t find her... but then this isn’t their love story, huh.

“I didn’t get any. I should have found a way!”

I’m too tired for real, like, analysis, but I like Evie and Ben.

She’s not even ugly, like........... I know I just have to take it as reality that the Venus drug makes them hot and I’m willing to just suspend disbelief that there’s some quality there that isn’t literal, that can’t be seen, but I cannot suspend disbelief that this very pretty woman is “homely” or “ugly” when she takes off her makeup.

Sub-space radio marriage.

Kirk is so smart with his placebo experiment.

I’m not like a super fan of the ultimate explanation of the Venus drug though--that it gives you “more of what you are.” Too... essentialist and playing into gender stereotypes personally. Like a lot of the Message of this ep I can get behind, but then it takes a few weird missteps that are almost certainly a product of the time in which it was made (like a less extreme version of The Enemy Within). Also, the little like shoehorned “You just gotta believe in yourself!” message was weird. It didn’t really seem to fit with the point.

The really interesting and thoughtful parts of this episode are smushed too much into the end. There’s just a lot going on: what is the nature of marriage, what are the confines of gender roles, what is the purpose of beauty, what are the intersections between gender and class, what are the larger economic realities at play here, how do human emotions like loneliness interplay with class and gender--and man the drug itself!! Is it manipulation? Is it lying? Are the real and/or biggest victims of the drug the women themselves--is it a danger to them? (I’d say yes, and, it appears to be.) And honestly nothing is really resolved?? Even Evie agreeing to stay with Ben apparently because she knows Kirk won’t have her (when they had one conversation and he didn’t really seem that into her anyway) is like... I get it because we always gotta shoehorn hints of romance with the lead because he’s the lead, and we have to bring everything back to the lead because he’s the lead, but I’m not interested in Evie’s thoughts on Kirk. I’m interested in her thoughts on Ben, marriage, partnership, gender roles, love.

I mean “You don’t want wives! This is what you want!” is so !!!!

Basically the ep is fine but it’s so weighted at the end, to a degree that everything that came before seems kinda... slow, in retrospect.

Honestly, Kirk’s even a little flirty with Mudd. (My mom: “The problem’s been solved, Kirk is happy and flirty.” I agree, happy and flirty is his default mode!)

"The fact that my internal arrangement differs from yours, Doctor, pleases me no end."

#the year 2020 #2020: star trek #2020: fandom thoughts #star trek tos

[quarterfromcanon]

2019 Fic Writing Roundup

I was tagged by my lovely friend @catty-words.

Total 2019 Word Count: 58,159

Total 2019 Hits: Asdfghjkl; Oh gosh, it’s much harder to tell when the work is only on Tumblr!  I’ll tally up the notes from there to get the closest approximation I can. It looks like there are 174 total (a mix of likes and comments) on the pieces that I posted from this past year.

Other 2019 AO3 Stats: N/A, although I did finally join AO3 *this* year, so next time around there’ll actually be things to put here! :)

Total 2018 Word Count: Published? None. I think I might have tried writing a little bit of something for myself somewhere in there, but I didn’t get back to any kind of public fandom writing until 2019.

Total 2018 Hits: None. What a difference a year can make! I look forward to comparing 2019 to whatever’s yet to come in 2020!

Other 2018 AO3 Stats: N/A

links and titles to 2019 works

Oooh, this is actually a good opportunity to list them chronologically rather than in publication sequence. Let me see if I can get them sorted. (If, however, you’d prefer to read them in the order that they were published, you can click here and simply open the installments in reverse, since Tumblr displays things oldest-to-newest.) All of the following were written for the Crazy Ex-Girlfriend fandom and feature Heather x Valencia as their central pairing.

1. Barrier  [1,385 words] - Following where we last saw them in 1.09, Josh and his friends continue their beach day now sans Rebecca’s presence. Consequently, Valencia’s critical eye falls on the only other woman in their company - Heather.

2. Unexpected [3,003 words] - The conclusion of 1.18 leaves Valencia with a lot of emotional baggage to unpack. As one of West Covina’s most frequented locales, Home Base is the first place that springs to mind where she might chase away her sorrows (or perhaps just air them out verbally while all other involved parties are away at Jayma’s wedding). Heather finds herself pulled into comfort and commiseration despite her efforts to avoid involvement.

3. Lost Control and Tumbled Overboard Gladly [3,265 words] - Heather goes to her parents’ home for the first holiday visit since moving out on her own. She has her new friend Valencia in tow. Sincere conversation and the rare allowance of vulnerability break down Heather’s walls with an ease that takes her by surprise.

4. Such Sweet Nothing [1,362 words] - Valencia and Heather return to V’s apartment after their Labor Day afternoon of story-swapping and quality time together. Valencia revels in the joyful acquirement of the second gal pal of her adult life. Heather contends with the dawning realization that her interest in Valencia may not be purely for friendship.

5. There’s A Reason Not to Want This (But I Forgot) [2,418 words] - Internet sleuthing with Rebecca pulls Valencia right back into a Josh fixation spiral. Heather must also face some unresolved feelings: namely, a crush now so intense it can no longer be denied.

6. Habits [3,599 words] - The desire to protect Valencia’s heart overrides the instinct to shield her own, and so Heather ends the self-imposed avoidance of her company. She arrives on V’s doorstep with a helpful cover story and some unfortunate news that needs to be broken gently.

7. I Want Not to Want Anything [1,314 words] - Heather Davis gets Santa Ana Winded.

8. Breathless [3,673 words] - A talk with Heather about Rebecca’s impending marriage to Josh leads Valencia to reassess what matters to her. A rosé-fueled jaunt to a local green space gives rise to the persistent inkling that what - or rather who - she really wants may be a lot closer to her than she’s ready to admit.

9. No One’s Really Got It Figured Out Just Yet [3,289 words] - Valencia throws the bachelorette party for Rebecca. Gurl Group antics and H+V flirting tactics set to hits from the mid ’90s and 2000s ensue. 

10. Evading [2,207 words] - In the wake of events from 3.05 and 3.06, Heather and Valencia have a much needed heart-to-heart. They put some important truths into words while treading lightly around a few unspoken facts so delicate they’re best left in the margins.

11. How Long Do You Plan to Keep Me at the Back of Your Mind? [2,442 words] - An evening welcoming Valencia’s girlfriend Beth to be an honorary member of the Gurl Group doesn’t go quite as smoothly as planned when Heather has a difficult time harnessing her lingering feelings.

12. You and Me, Always Between the Lines [1,828 words] - Now that she has spoken with all of her immediate family members and closest friends, Valencia is prepared to announce her first romantic relationship with a woman on social media. In Beth’s absence, she seeks the moral support of her best friend. Heather is readily by her side for this next big step in Valencia’s coming out journey.

13. Gradation [2,503 words] - Valencia’s time with Beth is at an end and, in her hour of heartbreak, she returns to the same place for comfort as the previous occasion when she found herself suddenly single: across the bar from Heather.

14. Rough Draft [2,625 words] - Valencia and Heather FINALLY get together. Valencia experiences her own “Oh My God, I Think I Like You” freak out.

15. Strategy [1,212 words] - Heather and Valencia have a stay-at-home date night featuring deliberately cringey pick up lines and tangled limbs on a couch in the dark.

16. Verity [3,834 words] - Heather temporarily resumes her role as Valencia’s assistant coordinator when they plan a vow renewal celebration for Paula and Scott. On this night, the recently remarried couple may not be the only two pouring out their hearts in a room full of loved ones...

17. Different and the Same [1,035 words] - Valencia and Heather just moved into their own place. They spend their first morning there together and make good use of the privacy and freedom this new residence affords.

18. Finishing Touches [1,157 words] - Heather and Valencia personalize the interior of their new living space. The situation soon devolves into paint-splattered hijinks.

19. Patterns in the Light [1,058 words] - Despite the fact that they are literally cohabitating and have professed their feelings for each other, Valencia remains a clumsily flirty nerd and I love her for it. Heather does, too.

20. Sage [1,324 words] - After being trapped in a car with someone she didn’t want to be trapped in a car with, Heather returns covered in a dead woman’s ashes. Valencia’s time as a ghost-beleaguered home energy cleanser has arrived at last. She is uniquely qualified to save the day.

21. Portage [1,707 words] - Heather has plans for a couple’s trip with Valencia. The only obstacle is keeping it a secret between the two of them.

22. The Courage and the Strength I Need [1,957 words] - Valencia struggles during Heather’s business trip because it is their first time apart since becoming a couple. They FaceTime to ease the pain of distance and talk about their future.

23. Wanna Be With You All Alone [1,237 words] - Heather comes back from the aforementioned work travel to find that Valencia has made special welcome home arrangements.

24. Midnight, Fright and Candlelight [1,426 words] - A quiet evening is interrupted by a power outage. Heather and Valencia find a surprisingly wholesome and G-rated way to pass the time. 

25. Next to You [1,550 words] - The big yearly Davis Family Reunion quickly approaches. Valencia prepares to accompany Heather to this event and be introduced to many members of her extended family.

26. Warm Whispers [1,683 words] - Heather and Valencia just want to be all cute and domestic and spend the morning fooling around. Their cats disrupt these pursuits in typical feline fashion.

27. “When We’re Together, Darling, Every Night Is Halloween.” [1,228 words] - Heather and Valencia get ready to attend a Gurl Group Halloween party. Their second annual couple’s costume? Gomez and Morticia Addams. 

28. #afewofmyfavoritethings [2,838 words] - Nathaniel, Rebecca, Valencia, Heather, Paula, Scott, and Tommy all rent a cabin for vacation. This piece follows them through a day of wintertime fun. Pure fluffiness here and I had the best time writing every second of it.

Favorite Fic: Probably #afewofmyfavoritethings. I packed it with elements I personally love and moments I was hoping my new friends in the fandom would like. Plus, it was honestly just so good for my soul to write these characters in a soft world where they could engage in classic snow day activities and enjoy each other’s company.

Hardest Fic: I knew there were a few installments of Femslash February where I wrote whole paragraphs or even pages I didn’t keep/decided to revise, but I was pretty sure I also remembered at least one where I wrote an entire separate piece. My sleep schedule was, shall we say, not advisable during February but it was also easily the most exhilarating month of my year. I tracked down the evidence of that rewrite and it turns out the incident I recalled was for Unusual Kiss (the prompt for Day 4 of FF). The original involved something to do with butterfly kisses because, evidently, my inclination to link Valencia to winged beings knows no bounds. I’ve got to admit that I’m still fond of the concept of Valencia giving Heather a subtle “kiss” during a hug in that painfully frightening time before Beth when she was afraid to outright kiss a woman in any way that couldn’t be dismissed as platonic. There’s a good chance an interaction of that nature could appear somewhere in the full story. I am notoriously drawn to that angst period of undisclosed pining so the temptation is quite strong. Still, I’m glad I used the version I actually posted and saved elements of the first draft for later. Fragments of their conversation from the original will probably make it into the final tale, but I think I prefer to sprinkle them across several exchanges instead of divulging them all at once.

Do You Plan to Take Prompts in 2020? Sort of yes and sort of no. I am participating in the Crazy Ex-Girlfriend Valentine Exchange, which involves a prompt-esque note from the participant each of us were assigned as our guide to spark inspiration for the gift. It’s also possible that there’ll be some writing prompt list posted somewhere along the way just like Femslash February was last year, and I’ll end up wanting to join the fun. Other than that, though, I’ll mainly stick to the one writing project in an effort to hone my focus.

What was the best thing about 2019? I’d definitely say the bonding and interactions with other members of the fandom. The encouragement and support I received from them remains the primary motivation for me to keep writing and chasing after the ongoing goals I set for myself.

What was the worst thing about 2019? The most honest answer that my mind immediately supplied is death of a close relative. While that isn’t the sole reason for the dip in my creative output (especially since there were multiple months between my last published fic and the passing in question), I know it could certainly be counted among the contributing factors to an overarching writing problem I had. Even before my family’s loss, there was a shift in my thought process that only got worse once there was more on my plate in my personal life. There were many times I sat down wanting to write again but it felt too difficult and intimidating to commit words to the page. I couldn’t seem to transfer them from my mind to the keyboard and I’d invariably switch to doing something else. I developed this terrible internal conviction that insisted the larger fic I wanted to write wouldn’t work as well as the shorter installments. That gnawing insecurity would have me believe one month’s worth of well-received efforts was already such a marvel that anything beyond that point was somehow pushing my luck. Where did the mental voice originate and why couldn’t I shake it? It’s difficult to parse out but what I do know is that I’ve firmly decided 2020 is going to be a year I put it on silent. I know what it’ll mean to me for everything that’s been floating in my head to finally be told in one cohesive format, and to have the satisfaction of giving my favorite characters the ending my heart says they deserve. It’s a sense of closure that’s worth the pursuit.

Any last thoughts for 2019? The bad parts of the last twelve months made me want to essentially say “good riddance” to the year, but the good parts were far too treasured to wish all of 2019 away. I am so grateful for the new people I met and friendships that solidified during that time. I especially owe my most heartfelt appreciation to @catty-words, @notbang, and @monaiargancoconutsoy. Thank you for everything. <3

Goals for 2020

Finish. The. Fic.

I believe everyone I know who writes fanfic has already been tagged but, if you haven’t gotten the chance to look back over your writing year, by all means, use these questions to give it a go! :)

#About Me #2019 Fic Writing Roundup #My FWR #death mention tw

[kun-iverse]

NCT Body Appreciation

Just a list of what I especially like about each members looks. It doesn’t mean I don’t like these features on the other members, just that some things are really remarkable about the individual members.

Taeil: nicest aura - whenever I see him I feel more comfortable

Johnny: most beautiful lips - I love seeing him smile and pout (he is so cute)

Taeyong: most interesting facial structure - sometimes he looks so young and boyishly cute, then really chic and manly but always always he is unspeakably handsome

Yuta: most intense - whatever the concept, he has the most intense aura and his stare oh god

Kun: most beautiful cheeks and nose - his cheecks are so nice and he has the cutest nose!

Doyoung: nicest body - he is very lean and has broad shoulders, to me he has the perfect body

Ten: most radiating smile - Tens smile is blindingly beautiful

Jaehyun: best voice - I like the sound of his smooth warm voice the most out of all the members

Winwin: cutest ears - have you seen them??? Need I say more???

Jungwoo: most beautiful speaking voice - I could listen to him talk for years

Lucas: most attractive hands - they’re huge because beauty needs space ok?

Mark: best facial expressions - this seems a bit weird, but I feel his expression is very honest and genuine and just pleasing to look at

Xiaojun: most beautiful eyes - they have such a nice shape and his gaze is intense

Hendery: most dreamy - he looks like a prince or Mr. Darcy and he seems genuinely nice

Renjun: most elegant face - he looks like a king

Jeno: most handsome - to me, he is the most handsome in a classical sense and he can pull of everything form casual boy next door to mature manly model looks

Haechan: most beautiful skin - the actual sun has NOTHING on him

Jaemin: most confident and flirty aura: he seems naturally confident and open and that is hella attractive

Yangyang: best teeth - don’t judge me, he has perfect teeth I wanna talk to his dentist plz

Chenle: most addictive laugh - hearing him laugh always makes me happy

Jisung: cutest face - look, I know he is growing up, I still think he just has really cute facial structure

Again, this doesn’t mean I don’t like Johnnys body or Yutas laugh or Taeils voice, it’s just some things I like. Feel free to discuss!

If you like this, I’ll be making one about personality and habits if you want.

#nct #nct 127 #nct dream #nct u #wayv #nct reactions #nct scenarios #nct writing #nct body appreciation #nct taeil #nct johnny #nct taeyong #nct yuta #nct kun #nct doyoung #nct ten #nct jaehyun #nct winwin #nct jungwoo #nct lucas #nct mark #nct xiaojun #wayv kun #wayv lucas #wayv ten #wayv winwin #nct hendery #wayv hendery #nct renjun #kuniverse